#and i was like why do you want me to do it so badly anyway???

[bnyf]

baby you're my bunny ♡

╭﹕୨୧﹒ bunny boy x female reader

┊ warnings : yandere content and themes, unhealthy behaviors, relationship and relationship dynamic, slight body horror me thinks? slight horror, perverted yandere, non consensual touching, suggestive, uhhh that's it me thinks :3

╰﹕୨୧﹒ authoress note : so sorry if it's badly written also sorry if it ends weird :/

no survival instinct what's-so-ever. like... none.

but he was not complaining! it was just a mere observation. perhaps you were unaware of your allure, maybe you were not exposed to the cruel world yet, didn't know how sick people and creatures can be.

well for one... your little secret admirer was not one of those adorable bunnies you'd fawn over, nothing even close really. and no, he's not some cute boy with a bunny tail and some bunny ears. he's far from cute, a little scary actually.

humanoid? sure! typical bunny boy hybrid, uhhhh not really lol! he's mixed with human genetics but he's not quit. and for a bunny hybrid, he sure had a lot of predator instincts.

to put simply, he was an abnormality of mother nature. his lower half resembled a bunny whilst his torso and up is that of a man. his claws on his feet or paws or whatever are dangerously long, digging into the dirt whenever he walks, leaving behind a "too small to notice unless your looking for it" trail.

a muscular, lean build, biceps so perfect and manly hands to hold you down if you even ever think of escaping, awe how sweet of him <3

completely pale skin with small patches of equally pale fur in various spots, completely crimson, blood shot eyes and a pair of floppy bunny ears where any normal human's ears would be.

how did he even came to be? you may ask. well he was a normal boy, once upon a time. but one day, he'd gotten into a serious accident, a near death life experience. that day he could've hear the bells of heaven ringing in his ears but he wasn't ready to die, not like this... in his head he begged for more time, asking whatever god above to answer his prayers.

and yeah! his prayers where answered but, as they say, be careful what you wish for...

the moon goddess answered his prayers, but she also cursed him for it is the price he must pay to live longer.

"i grant you more time, as much time as you may need, but for as long as you roam his earth, your soul belongs to me and your purpose, is to server me," her voice rang in his ears like a bittersweet melody before he'd lose consciousness.

when he awake, he found himself in the mountains, he was a monstrosity of a man and dared not step a foot into society. he's to bare this curse and blessing till death.

he became easily bored and clueless as to what to do next, his every day life felt null and everything felt too much to bare. his eternity just began yet he dreads his mistake with every passing day.

"maybe, i should of just accepted my faith and die that day..."

with nothing and no one, he was left to wonder the mountain and serve the goddess by praying to her and tending to her shrine everyday, he's trapped to keep her energy going so she won't become a forgotten god.

(guys i made the lore up on a whim so bare with me even i'm confused right now :0)

anyways! everything drastically changed for our boy here when you and your family decided to move to the village nearby in the rural area, and live a peaceful life and just run a nice little farm hooray! hopefully, you don't get stalked and preyed on by a lonely scarily tall bunny male hybrid who looks like a utterly angelic, celestial eldritch horror, right?

all he could think about was a pretty girl had moved in next door and he just had to watch her from afar. most the villagers were very welcoming of you and your family, it was big talk because such a pretty girl had just moved in the small village and all the villagers wanted their sons or grandsons to get married.

it doesn't have much young people, mostly elders and young children and even less marriageable women. which is why you easily became popular, with everyone always gifting you things, begging you to marry into their family. they even had a town welcome celebration for you and your family!

he watched everything from afar. feeling a slight sting in his chest. jealous? already? of course he is, he wanted you all for himself. for countless nights, he just couldn't sleep at all.

he spent all his time admiring you from afar. the way he'd blush, his heart beat fastening, the gears in his head would just slow down a bit. gosh, he actually felt his heart warm so much it'd burn in his chest.

he wanted you badly.

you were his new source of entertainment, motivation and inspiration all in one and his mind was melting with how needy he started becoming.

"what the f- she's so kind and pretty..."

"i wanna hug her, wanna kiss her, feel her skin on mine, love her, fuck her."

"she can be my little bunny princess~"

"wonder what our babies would look like? i'm getting heated just thinking about it"

it didn't help much when he found out you adored bunnies and would play with them near the spring. fawning over the little fluffy creatures, hugging them and petting them. and when you held them in your arms and give smooches while rubbing your face on their fluffy fur?!?!?

that's where his obsession becomes almost to much to bare, his entire chest area felt so warm watching you treat those bunnies with so much love.

"everything about her is so perfect, i'm starting to crave her like crazy right now."

"wanna whisk her away, take her, lock her up and keep her all to myself."

his mind starts getting clouding with so many dark thoughts of you.

and so, he start pushing boundaries and going outside his comfort zone to appease his little appetite that consist of you. at night, he sneaks in to steal a closer glance at you and probably a few things so he can remember your scent properly.

the whole house was dark, the whole village asleep by the time it was midnight hour. he'd manage to get in somehow somewhere but when he did, he immediately went to your room.

finally. he could smell and touch you as much as he wanted, his mind was actually in ecstasy when he entered your room, your scent gracing his nostrils as soon as he did, and the poor touch starved male couldn't hold back on touching you various parts of your skin.

"how delightful, her skin is so smooth and her hair feels so good, she smells like flowers all over gosh so fucking perfect, i wanna devour her, drink her up, chew her, spit her out and do it all over again" with every slight movement you make and whimper scaping your soft lips, he can't help but hold back his own voice, he wanted to moan just by being around you, it felt so good.

after so long, why wouldn't it feel great?

to be around around someone for once, to feel the heat of another person's body, the sweet scent of someone else other than himself. he'd lay in bed with you, his larger self cuddling your smaller form as smells your hair, trailing his hands all over you.

he was getting ahead of himself.

it takes everything within him to not proceed and do something to you while in your sleep. his morals along with his sanity were drifting away more and more.

time flies by when you're enjoying yourself, before he knew it he had to leave before the sun raises. forcing himself he does but he also takes like 5 things from you.

"promise i'll return your belongings my love, i just need a little souvenir to help myself with."

the poor thing gets sent into an early heat after that little interaction. he's embarrassed a little but he really needs you, like he really does. and he thinks of ways of introducing himself but... he's a monster, you would run from him and be scared. and when that thought comes to mind it makes him... sad.

"if i'd die that day, i'd never meet her, never be able to see her, but now that i'm alive with the help of the moon goddess, i can't even act normal about her. it's like i'm truly doomed."

this realization was tough. it made him sick to think about. and for a while, he was just okay with sneaking in to see you, and holding your unconscious body but he wanted a lot more, and he wanted your acceptance and love. he wanted you to want him the way he wants you.

it hurt even more when he mistakenly glanced in the mirror only to see a 6 feet tall, half human half hybrid bunny with a deadly eerie looking bloody stare, stare right back at him.

the pale moonlight leaking on him, hitting his skin almost making it look silver.

"she'd surely fear me, she'd run."

he's such a beautiful tragedy. would you be able to appreciate that?

[pastlivesxpastlie]

Get Below Me vol 1💘

Simp!RoommateVessel x Virgin!Fem!Reader

Fluffy fluffy fluffy expo- some mentions of male masturbation - Vessel’s a bit of a weirdo - shy!reader - Both are obsessed with other and weird about it - Vessel wants to be your first - pacing is weird but hey 🍍

Volume 2 (the smut chapter) will be out this weekend. Happy Valentine’s Day!

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The minute Vessel sat down on the loveseat, nothing mattered. Your roommate dominated your attention. The show you were binging? Stupid. The rabbit hole you were falling down on your phone to occupy you while you were watching tv? Irrelevant. Your eyes were on him. You didn’t care if he walked around without a shirt on. Guys could do that. And you’ve survived seeing him in tighter sweats, surely. Just breathe.

You realize you’re biting your lip when he gets your attention.

“Are you alright?”

That’s when you also realize you’re eye fucking him while he plays on his Switch Lite. He’s making zero effort to be hot and yet…no. Save that thought for later.

“I…just got…” think think think “…really hungry! Be right be back. heh!”

You scurry into the kitchen, trying not to clamp your thighs together for relief as you “look for snacks.” You’re taking some deep square breaths to calm down when…

“Looking for snacks in the dark?” Vessel asks flatly after switching on the kitchen light. He’s leaning in the doorway, taking up more space than normal. His arm is resting against the top of the frame. Blocking you in. “Bit difficult that.”

You gulp and shake your head. “I uhm…using the light on my phone.”

“Your phone’s on the sofa.”

Fuck. He isn’t even looking at you like a predator. Hes looking at you like…Like he’s confused. Because he is. You did this often—scurrying away when there was no real conversation happening. Did you not like him? Certainly you did. There was no denying the mutual attraction but something kept you away. Maybe you were scared of silence. But what you should have been scared of was the thing that scared Vessel: how badly he needed you. No man of his age should “simp.” He’s a successful, intelligent, well-off guy. Finally he has to ask, calling out to you as you walk back into the living room.

“Why don’t you bring guys here? I genuinely wouldn’t mind if you did,” he says knowing full well he’d cry himself to sleep if you brought home some man and had to see the very same “some man” leave in the morning. He sits back on the chair across from you and waits to hear what you have to say, even though you look mortified.

“I…I don’t really date.”

Oh. This is a surprise. “Do you not…are you….”

“Hah it’s…no I’d like to. I just…I’m a late bloomer is all. Virgin…”

Vessel shrugs and rubs the back of his neck. “No worries. That’s not a bad thing necessarily. But…are you..I don’t know. Lonely? You’re so gorgeous and…”

“You think I’m gorgeous?” Your cheeks warm up.

He blushes and looks down. “Yes.” Vessel shrugs with a shy smile. “I…I doubt you even think…remotely similar to m—“

“No Ves, you…you’re… I think you’re so ha—.” You don’t even finish your sentence. He should know. He has to know. “Anyways. I’m at the point in my life where I want my first time to be with someone I’m sure about. A lot of my baggage is from just…giving ‘it’ up and by ‘it,’ I mean ‘me.’” You sigh heavily and look away. “Not trying to be prude about these things. I’m just scared. Scared of choosing the wrong person and ruining that part of my life. The uncertainty kills me.”

Vessel leans his elbows on his knees and looks at you lovingly. “There’s nothing wrong with that. Honestly it’s admirable but…you can’t live in fear. Easier said than done but…”

There’s a knowing look between you two. It’s a delicate, tender moment. “Ves…”

“Hmm?”

“Why don’t you bring girls over?”

Silence. He chews at his lip and sighs. “Hey…listen…” he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m going to avoid that question by asking you something that makes me feel just as awkward.” You don’t protest. Instead you shift a little and nod. “What if we, like, you and me…would you go out with me sometime? Maybe? Like for…fun?”

“Wow Ves, for fun? You know how to treat a girl,” you snicker.

He rolls his eyes and groans, rubbing his face hard with his wide hands. “Don’t be daft, honestly.” He shakes his weary head and bites his lip, taking in your pretty face. “Just put me out of my misery and reject me already. Can I take you out sometime?”

Yeah, ok. “Reject him.” You couldn’t if you tried. You two took things slow. Almost painfully slow, but this was important to both of you. Very much so to Vessel, but he didn’t want to show it too much. He wanted to be brave for you. A perfect boyfriend, if you’d allow him that. It was all going to plan.

From the moment you inquired about the room for rent, he was drawn to you. But again, he couldn’t show that. How creepy would that look? A tall and imposing but otherwise gentle (on the outside) guy insisting that a pretty, single girl like you share his townhouse might raise eyebrows. He was cool. Aloof, but not apathetic. He wanted you in his house on your terms. That’s all. And as he hoped, you were falling for him. He was already there. Just biding his time until you caught up. Until then, it was night after night imagining how nice it would be to strike. To make the first move and just show you how shamelessly…how gleefully obsessed with you he is. Vessel spent so many nights fucking his own fist, staring at his closed bedroom door just willing you to catch him. But you were a good girl. You’d never barge in unannounced unless there was an emergency. So good. The best girl, in his estimation. Why couldn’t you barge in? Why couldn’t you be just a little more of the vixen Vessel knows is hiding underneath your surface.

It was Valentine’s Day. A five whole weeks since Vessel asked you out. That also meant five weeks of…tooth rotting happiness. You were beside yourself. You still had absolutely no idea how long he wanted this. Wanted you. And in his mind, the less you knew was better. He just wanted you to let it happen and accept that you were his. He was yours. And he wanted this night to be special.

[luesmainblog]

also, have we all genuinely forgotten when the internet largley WAS adult spaces with specific places carved out for kids?? it wasn't perfect, but it worked a hell of a lot better than it does now. as a kid growing up on the internet, I was well aware that the spaces i existed in were not FOR me, and that if i saw something that made me uncomfortable, it was my responsibility as an internet user to go somewhere else. we were taught internet safety regularly by both our parents and the schools, which i will never understand why they stopped doing that.

and for the record, most social media sites you use nowadays break those safety rules really badly. you're not supposed to share your real name, age, face, location, race, gender, or other identifying/personal information unless you're absolutely certain it is safe to do so, or you've accounted for the potential risks and made an informed decision to share anyways. nowadays, you're also supposed to make sure your computer has an antivirus, malware detector, and VPN installed to protect your data and the above information. and another thing. you want me to think of the children? i am thinking of the children. i'm thinking of the children who are constantly being kept away from information they need, whose only way to learn is to encounter it online. I'm thinking of the kids who have no sex ed in their schools or homes, whose only way to learn basic biology and safety is from online resources - resources that are often scrutinized and taken away. I'm thinking of the gay kid who needs SOMEONE to tell him he's not evil for liking boys. I'm thinking of the trans kid who's currently making plans with someone three states away that they'll move out and live together when they turn 18, because as dangerous as meeting people online can be, it's still a better chance for them than staying in their shitty homes. I'm thinking of the kids like me who had weird, "disturbing" interests that adults didn't want to engage with, who can't get the books they want at the library because they're "inappropriate". I'm thinking of the kids who know more about politics this year than their parents have in 20, whose opinions won't be taken seriously for another 4 because they're "too young to know what they're talking about". i'm thinking of kids as people who can take in new information and make reasonable decisions with it. are you?

Maybe instead of asking what if a kid sees/hears this adult thing, we ask why is that kid in an adult space and get them to leave, instead of forcing all the adults to change and cater to the child who wandered into THEIR SPACE.

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

P.S I Love You, 2007

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word count: 4.3k

Notes: Haha surprise I wrote two, ngl this one is a LIL phoned in… anyway in other news my guy THIS MOVE MADE ME CRY SO HARD I was also on my period BUT I SOBBED

You can feel the blush blooming across your cheeks when his smooth voice comes from the phone. You jump a little, not really expecting him to answer which is stupid considering he answers all your calls

“Hey Y/N”

It’s literally so innocent like he’s just saying hello, but his voice drops an octave and you can just hear the smirk that asshole has.

“Hi Eddie, is Buck around?”

“Hmm lemme check” You can hear his feet shuffle as he does a little spin to look around…he’s not really trying and you know it’s because he’s lazy but you’re also like slightly delulu and what if he just wants to keep you to himself on the phone? What if like he wants to keep talking to you?

“No he’s not up here. Did you try calling him?”

No.

“Yeah! But he didn’t pick up… so you know, I called you”

“Mhm. He seems to not be answering a lot lately”

Whoops

“Maybe it’s the signal in the firehouse?” You try “or like maybe it’s just a his phone thing you know? Maybe he has it on silent”

“His phone is never on silent. As badly as we all would like it to be, he literally has that thing up full blast”

“God I know, and it’s just to mess with everyone else!”

“How he ended up with a sister as sweet as you I’ll never know”

Your heart completely just exits your chest, there’s no other way to explain the way it slams right out of you.

“Or as pretty”

You stare at the cookie dough in front of you, blinking slowly and trying your hardest not to flail and scream and melt and like probably throw this scooper right out the window. You continue to short circuit, hand frozen in the air and he chuckles

“You good over there Baby girl? Did you need help with something?”

“Huh” you sound dumb and you know you do and that makes him laugh again and suddenly the phone seems closer to him and his voice is smooth and just downright sexy

“I said, do you need help with something? Why did you call?”

“Cookies”

“Mhm… what about them? Use your words, Princess”

Window meet scooper. Jesus he’s laying it on thick. You fan yourself a little and adjust the phone in your hand

“I- Jesus I’m making cookies, I just- I wanted to know if everyone came in so I’d know how many to make you know?” You finally get out and take a deep breath. Seriously is it hot in here??

“Yeah everyone came in, why are you bringing cookies in?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day! I just thought it would be nice since you guys are all working”

“Huh, it is, isn’t it? I’d completely forgotten about it. Which you know… explains all the hearts and shit Buck has put up around the station”

“And the little bags of candy he made me help him set up last night? Did he pass those out?”

“He did, he did”

You roll your eyes at the phone and set it on the counter, putting it on speaker.

“You’re teasing me, you know exactly what day it is!”

“Just a bit” He laughs and you squeeze your thighs together dramatically “What about you huh? You got somethin’ set up for Valentine’s Day?”

You sigh and let the scooper drop into the bowl, you pull the parchment paper from the cabinet and pull off a piece

“No, I’m probably just gonna go to dinner with Buck or something, I think that’s what he wanted to do, Tommy told him he was busy”

“Oh” You hear Eddie suck in a breath through his teeth

“What??”

“He’s not busy, he’s gonna surprise him. We set the whole thing up”

“Oh! That’s really cute! That’s- that’s nice for them. He’s gonna love it, you’ll have to tell me about it”

The sentence is like okay a little rushed and you’re fighting to hide the disappointment in your voice because….there goes those plans but you know it’s still slightly there.

“You know…. I don’t have anything planned”

You perk up embarrassingly fast and clear your throat awkwardly

“Oh?” You say nonchalantly while you smooth down the parchment paper

“Mhmmm…”

He lets it trail off and you’re glued to your phone immediately. You put the phone back to your ear, while you watch your heart flop around on the floor.

“Okay,” you say awkwardly and he snorts

“You sound closer. You pick your phone back up?”

You roll your eyes and look up at the ceiling

“You know I’m just able to do that now, it had nothing to do with you”

“Yeah okay. It’s fine, I like it when you’re close anyway”

You get the scooper ready to launch into your second window when he clears his throat

“So if you’re not busy, and I’m not busy… maybe we can be not busy together? I figure everything is probably like booked so why don’t we get some takeout and you can home with me when you bring the cookies in?”

“Eddie are you-“

“Asking you to be my Valentine? I sure am Sugar”

You melt into a little puddle on the floor, like in cartoons and nod into the phone

“Okay, sure I’ll be your Valentine… what about Buck?”

“What about him? I’m just helping him out by taking care of his sister, he’d be so worried about you being alone. You know I expect a cute little card too right?”

You giggle and shake your head “You want me to make you a Valentine?”

“Oh a hundred percent, if we’re gonna do this we’re gonna do it right. I’ll make you one too”

“So…. Valentine’s Day with your best friend’s sister and staying in huh? Sounds pretty boring to me” You tease, and he huffs

“Sounds like a damn good time to me, wear somethin’ cute for me okay?”

You nod fast, unable to say anything even though he can’t see you, and you can hear the smile in his voice because he knows what you’re doing

“Good girl. I’ll see you later, gorgeous”

Eddie had been sweating that entire phone call.

It was so much easier to make you blush when you couldn’t see him flailing around and cringing at every single sentence that came out of his mouth

“Wear something cute for me?”

Hen looks at Eddie and he crumples onto the couch, slapping his hands over his face

“Shut up. God, please shut up”

“You did great! I told you she’d be your Valentine”

“Buck is going to kill me”

“I’m pretty sure he’s going to be way too occupied with Tommy to even think about what you two are busy doing”

“What if I fuck this entire thing up? Like what if she thinks I’m weird or something?”

“I highly doubt she’s gonna think that, she was eating up every word Eddie, it’s gonna be okay! Just remember what we practiced”

Eddie didn’t normally have anxiety, he doesn’t freak out. He’s always calm and level and thinks things through.

Except when it came to you. Because other freaking parts of his body wanted a say in things when it came to you and not just his heart, which he also frequently ignored.

He spends the next part of the afternoon lying on the couch with his head in Hen’s lap, where she pats his head and tries to reassure him and when it’s her turn to fill up the truck, Chimney replaces her and tells him about all the smooth ways he got Maddie’s attention. He also helps him make his Valentine for you, it's two poorly drawn stick figures with hearts around them in puffy paint. He wasn’t even aware they had those in the cabinets.

Is it… embarrassing when he knows the minute you’ve arrived at the station? He knows the sound of your shoes, his favorite shoes, it’s not weird, it’s not. Because Technically everyone around here has the same shoes so you know, someone with a different pair totally would make a different noise… especially if they were those shiny pink platform heels with the big pink bows on the ankle

He didn’t expect you to dress up when coming to the station and he’s not sure why, but now that he’s coming down the stairs to all the buzzing he can just see the top of your head and the cute new pink beret he’d gotten you for Christmas and his knees feel weak.

He sticks his hands in his pocket and walks over slowly. Remember, calm, cool and controlled, just like he’d practiced with Hen.

Buck finally lets you go and Eddie has to stop in his tracks to keep from freaking jumping you.

“What’s got you all dressed up?” Buck pinches the cropped pink cardigan you’re wearing while Bobby takes the tray of cookies from your hands and you glare up at Buck

“It’s Valentine’s Day! I just… I wanted to dress up, you know? Look cute…” Your eyes wander to Eddie when you say that and he bites his lip, looking away from you.

“You don’t think the mini skirt is overboard? Or this??” He tugs at the straps of your satin cami and you blush darker, pushing at his chest

“I’m a grown woman Buck. I can look cute okay? Especially for today”

“Okay but this- this is overly cute. I’m your older brother! Your flesh and blood! It’s my job to protect you”

“I’m adopted”

“I’m your older brother! It’s my job to protect you! Eddie go get my coat”

Eddie, who’s been staring at the way your thick curves fill out that tiny skirt and the way those little bows on your tights all face perfectly straight, you’d paid attention to every last detail and he wonders just how mad you’d be if he ripped them apart…

“Hello?? Earth to Eddie?? I need my backup here” Buck literally has his arms around you now, squishing you to his chest so no one can see you

“Buck!!” You squeak trying to push him away and Eddie rolls his eyes

“One coat, coming up”

He goes over to the racks, stopping in front of Buck’s before his eyes wander over to his own…

“Fresh from the cleaners” He tosses the coat at Buck, forces your arms into it and squeezes it closed over your chest and you groan loudly.

“Buck this is stupid!”

“No it isn’t! Eddie tell her it isn’t!!”

“It’s not stupid” He agrees, and your mouth drops open, “I think you look good in my coat”

You stop fighting Buck, who’s adjusting it on you to keep your bare skin covered and stare at Eddie. His tongue comes out to wet his lips and you hide your face in Buck’s shoulder

“See! There we go all nice and cov-“

Buck is interrupted by a call from Tommy, and Eddie comes over, taking your hand and tugging you away from him

“You want me to come outside?? Awwww can’t spend the day without seeing me huh?” It really doesn’t take much to distract Buck and he’s heading out of the station to go find his surprise, forgetting about you and your virtue.

“You know, I don’t normally agree with his fashion choices… but this?” Eddie’s hands snake around your waist, squeezing lightly and pulling you closer to him

“I think I like you in my jacket”

“I think I like being in it” You respond quietly and he grins and gives you a little kiss on the nose

“My shift is over in 10 minutes if you wanna go upstairs and wait for me”

You nod and he watches you walk off, his coat hangs from your shoulders and he can feel his pants tightening with every step you take.

Tonight was going to be interesting.

To say you look good in Eddie’s front seat is probably the biggest understatement of the century. After talking things over with Buck who literally shoved you into Eddie’s arms and hastily whispered for a rain check on Valentine’s Day and begged Eddie to hang out with you, you both eagerly sent him on his way.

He gave you the biggest hug and dramatically kissed Eddie’s cheek before running off to whatever his boyfriend had planned for them.

“So I ordered ahead, so it would just be a quick pick up” His throat feels dry when he speaks, and he clears it before reaching over and taking your hand in his, you gladly latch onto it and put your head on his shoulder

“Okay yeah, that sounds fine��� oh! Wait!” You let go long enough to search through your bag and pull out a small card, there’s a glittery heart in the center that says his name in the middle and his heart slams into his chest

“You made that for me Sugar?” His voice is so sweet and you bite your lip, looking at it in your hands

“You told me to make you one so I did”

“You listen so well” He cups your chin and you melt into his hand, leaning into it he strokes your cheek with his thumb before pulling away

“Did you make me one?” Your eyes don’t meet his and he grins at your shyness, squeezing your hand

“Mhm, I did… I hope you like it”

He nods to the glovebox and you open it, giggling when you pull the card out

“Oh my god, I love it!!” You squeal and hold it to your chest “Eddie! This is cute!”

“You really think so?” He can’t keep the nervous edge from his voice and you turn to him and nod happily excited to reassure him

“It’s perfect Eddie! I love it” You look at the card in your hands and absolutely melt all over it again and he blushes even deeper

“I’m glad you like it, even if it’s a little silly I wanted to do it for you” He pulls into the Chinese restaurant and parks, he doesn’t get out yet, just watches you enjoying yourself and it makes his heart race

“Do you wanna come in with me?”

“Okay!” He helps you out of the truck and takes your hand again as you walk in together. The place is understandably busy and Eddie pulls you over to a little corner to wait, a girl comes up and asks for his name for the order and leaves again to go grab it.

“So how was your day?”

He pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around you, you put your chin on his chest and he runs his hand over your hair

“It was good, I really enjoyed the cookie part” You giggle and Eddie nods along, listening to you talk about how you had to go to three stores for the specific new pan you needed, and that you almost ate it in the parking lot

He snickers and you whack his chest and roll your eyes

“Any freaking way… what about you?”

You settle into his arms and he just wants to throw you on the seat next to you and spread your legs. He wonders what you taste like… what kinds of sounds you’d make...

“Eddie?”

“Hm?” He mumbles and you stand on your toes and give him a chaste kiss on the cheek

“I said, how was your day?”

“Uh-it- it was”

Thank god the girl from earlier keeps him from sounding like a complete idiot. She hands him the bag and wishes them a happy Valentine’s Day

“Your girlfriend looks so cute I added in the chocolate fortune cookies!” she says with a wave and your cheeks light on fire

“Oh! I’m-“

“She does look pretty cute, doesn’t she?? Makes me want to get home even faster. Have a good night!”

He pulls you out with him and you hide your face in your hands and jog all the way to the car. Eddie laughs and follows after you

“Baby I don’t think that’s exactly safe”

“No. No, you let the car hit me! You take me out with it right now!”

His head falls back with a sharp laugh and he gets to the truck and opens your door for you

“You’re literally so dramatic”

“Your mom is so dramatic” You stick your tongue out and he steps into the truck and grabs your chin, pressing his lips to yours. You short-circuit and he pulls away with a smirk, letting his hand fall around your neck.

“Anything else?”

You shake your head and he kisses your forehead

“Good girl”

If you told Eddie that his day would end in having you on top of him on his couch and making out like a couple of teenagers he’d probably laugh in your face.

But here he is, running his hands over your sides and pulling you against him while you’re whimpering above him and slowly grinding your hips into his.

After dinner, he’d turned the lights down low for the movie, made sure you were nice and pressed against his side.

And then he put on a horror movie.

He saw how uneasy you were when he started flipping through the horror section and he knew he was on the right track

“You ever seen Friday the 13th?” He looks down at you and your slightly paled expression

“Uhhh no? No I haven’t…”

He can hear the nervousness in your voice and he grins wickedly before hitting play

“Oh cool, you’re gonna love it”

You most certainly do not love it. You’re about 45 minutes in and you haven’t come out of your hiding place in Eddie’s arms once. You can hear the gore on the screen and you jump every time it splatters

“Are you okay?” Eddie chuckles and you finally look up at him. His heart immediately tanks and he almost feels guilty when he sees your panic-stricken face

“Oh me? Oh, I’m good! Don’t worry!!”

God, you sound cute when you’re scared.

“You sure honey? You look a little…freaked out” He runs a finger over your cheek and you lean into it

“I’m fine!! Really! W-we can keep watching”

“If you’re sure…”

He pulls away again and turns on the movie and he knows you try so hard to be brave but the second Jason comes back on screen you shriek and hide right back in his shoulder. He laughs and pauses the movie again, feeling your body trembling against him

“Awwww Y/N” He turns to you and pulls away a little and you stay in your ball “Come on baby look at me”

You look up at him with little tears in his eyes and he can’t help but coo over you, he laughs a little and cups your face, kissing your eyelids

“You could have asked me to turn it off,” He tells you, running his thumbs over your cheeks and wiping away your tears

“No, no it’s okay I-“

You can’t even finish the sentence and he grins before kissing your forehead and nuzzling his nose against yours

“We can shut it off if you want to baby, if it’s too much for you” His hands slide from your face to your waist and he manages to pull you into his lap.

“I’m not a baby” You roll your eyes and he leans back against the armrest, appreciating the way you look on top of him

“I know you’re not”

“Okay so! I can… finish the movie”

He reaches forward and you lay on his chest, snuggling into him and he hits play again. His fingers trail down your spine and he’s actually a little worried you might make it to the end of the movie…

Until he looks down at you and your eyes are shut tight. He chuckles and pauses the movie again

“Hey…look at me Sugar”

You look into his eyes and he smirks, settling his hand on your lower back. He rubs your back soothingly, and you seem to relax against him

“You know… we seriously don’t have to watch this movie anymore. I can think of other things that could entertain us”

“Other things huh?” You say quietly and he cups your cheek

“Mhmmm…” he drags his thumb over your bottom lip and you blush

“Interesting proposal…” He feels your thighs spread as you settle on top of him and he bites back a groan

“I just really want to get your mind off of things… since you’re so scared”

“How noble”

He holds your hips and pushes you up a little higher so you’re fully face-to-face. You lean down and brush your nose against his and he growls and nips at your ear. You giggle and pull away again before leaning back down and kissing his nose

“It doesn’t have to be all the way… I’m not that promiscuous… but you know-“ He rubs your back again and you nod along with him

“Maybe we just make out?” You offer and he smiles oh so innocently, like this was all entirely your idea

“If you’d like…” He shrugs and you shake your head

“I would like, very much so”

And that was what brought him to now, completely spaced out in a world of your bliss and thoroughly enjoying the seductive way you tangled your tongue with his. How you dragged your tongue along his teeth, exploring every inch of his mouth while he eagerly did the same.

He keeps his hands splayed across your lower back, urging you to keep grinding on him. He nearly had a heart attack when you let him pull your skirt up around your hips so he could feel your tiny panties grinding against the front of his jeans. He moans quietly and that seems to spur you on, you reach between the two of you and shyly start to unbuckle his pants

“Whatcha doin’ there cutie?” He presses hot kisses down your throat and you shiver

“Just kinda wanna feel a little more of you I guess” You moan his name breathily and he reaches down with you, helping you get him out of his jeans. He unzips the side of your skirt and you let him push it down over your hips. He snickers and you blush, looking down.

“What??”

“These are cute as hell” he snaps the band on your g-string with the open heart on the front and pointedly ignores the fact that you’d apparently taken great care with your Valentine’s preparations.

“Is that all that’s cute?” You sit up, change the angle of your hips and let out a shuddering breath. He shoves his boxers down his hips and fists his cock, pulling it out of his pants and stroking it slowly. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head and he grins, rubbing his thumb over the tip and smearing his pre-cum over it.

“You looked so pretty today, coming into the station… you wore that just for me? Those fucking heels were just for me?” He’s panting as you both get off together, you grinding on his thigh and him jerking off to your bouncing tits

“It was all for you,” You say breathlessly and start to inch your way up his body. You place your palm on his chest and pull your panties to the side and he watches with eager curiosity.

It’s embarrassing the way he literally almost bursts right there, while you drag your clit over his tip and between your folds, and he can tell from the high-pitched gasp that you feel exactly the same way.

Your head falls forward and you moan in unison. He grabs your hips and helps you move on his cock, both of you panting and gasping, his cock catches on your hole with each thrust and you squeeze your thighs together and try not to let him sink deep inside you.

You scratch at his chest and he yanks you down against him, holding you to his chest. You squeak and let him crush you to his chest with each thrust of his hips, you cry into his shoulder and bite down and he growls into your ear

“I’m so close, fuck Eddie I’m so close” You cry for him and he plants his feet on the couch and pistons his hips against yours, you can feel his tip poking in and out of you each time and if you went any longer you’d lose your damn mind and put it inside you

Your orgasm hits you like a wave, crashing over you and sending you spiraling backward. You moan his name loudly and he’s got you locked into his chest as he growls out your name and finishes between the two of you. Your hips slip and stutter against his as he just keeps coming and coming and you’re left a soaked mess.

You blink back the stars in your eyes as you come down slowly. He rubs your back again, more so patting it as he floats back down to earth with you.

“Holy shit” You pant into his neck and he nods with you

“You can say that again…” He smacks his hands on your ass and you yelp “fuck could you say that again” He grinds your hips into his and you whimper, your thighs shaking.

“Holy shit” You whisper in his ear and he smirks, suddenly getting up and you squeak and scramble to hold onto him. He pulls away just enough for you to see the fire in his eyes, that dark cloudy stare that lets you know this was only the beginning.

“How does round two in my bedroom sound?”

[just1cefor4ll]

— You’re the kind of person they write rock songs about

modern!au Viktor x fem!reader warning. swearing, not proof read, might be OOC

part six || part seven || part eight

A/N. okay ngl this chapter is so shitty but i have serious writers block so i guess this will have to so :P

‘Your beauty is so vain

It drives me, yes, it drives me

absolutely insane.’

You stared at the ceiling, thinking about none other then Viktor. Who else would you be thinking about anyway? He’s been all over your mind for the past month so it’s no surprise he’s still lingering there even in this moment.

You were hanging out at Ekko’s dorm, asking for advice though he wasn’t of much help.

“Oh my fucking god Ekko you’re literally not helping at all.” You groan, putting a hand on your forehead. You sit up, sitting cross legged with Ekko barely paying attention to your paranoid self anymore. “How did you make the first move on Powder?” You ask desperately trying to get any useful advice out of him.

“Alright, listen," Ekko sighed, finally setting his phone down to give you his full attention. "First of all, you’re overthinking this way too much. Second—why are you even stressing? It’s Viktor."

You groaned, flopping back onto his bed dramatically. "That is exactly the problem, Ekko. It’s Viktor. He’s, like.. I don’t know.. him?And I don’t wanna screw this up."

Ekko rolled his eyes. "You’re acting like he’s some impossible riddle to solve."

"He kinda is!" You sat up again, running a hand through your hair. "He’s smart as hell, he overanalyzes everything, and he probably thinks I’m just being friendly whenever I try to flirt."

Ekko snorted. "You are just friendly. You’re terrible at flirting."

"Wow, thanks."

"Just saying," he shrugged. "If you actually wanna make a move, you gotta make it clear. No weird mixed signals. When I made the first move on Powder, I didn’t hesitate. I knew what I wanted, and I went for it."

You raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? And what did you do, Romeo?"

Ekko grinned, leaning back against the wall. "I told her straight-up that I liked her and then kissed her before she could overthink it."

Your eyes widened. "You what?"

"Yeah. No games, no confusion. Just straight to the point."

You stared at him like he had just grown a second head. "That’s insane. I can’t do that."

Ekko sighed dramatically. "Well then, I dunno what to tell you Y/N. If you wanna make a move, you either do it or you don’t. Simple as that."

You chewed on your lip, processing his words. "Okay. Maybe not that bold, but.. I get what you’re saying." “Good." Ekko picked his phone back up. "Now, if you’re done panicking, I’d like to get back to my very important business."

You peeked at his screen—he was watching cat videos.

With a sigh, you stood up. "Fine, fine. I’ll figure it out. But if this goes badly, I’m blaming you." "Yeah, yeah," he waved you off. "Just don’t overthink it. You got this."

You weren’t sure if you believed that yet, but still, you left his dorm with a little more determination than before.

You entered your dorm, opening your phone to text Viktor but it looks like he had thought a bit farther ahead then you had, because right there on your screen was a notification from none other then Viktor.

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[vik.tor222] Are you free tonight?

[truly.y/n] oh? since when do u make plans?

[vik.tor222] Since I decided to make your night more interesting.

[truly.y/n] bold assumption that you being here is interesting

[vik.tor222] Admit it, you’d be devastated if I didn’t show up.

[truly.y/n] you’re delusional

[vik.tor222] Yet here you are, still replying instantly.

You frowned at your screen. He was getting cocky.

[truly.y/n] hm, what’s the occasion anyway? you bored or just wanna hang out?

[vik.tor222] or maybe i just want to see my favorite rockstar?

You huffed, but your stomach did a little flip.

[truly.y.n] whatever. maybe I don’t want to see you tonight

[vik.tor222] Lying doesn’t suit you, rockstar.

You bit your lip, ignoring the way your face warmed.

[truly.y/n] fine, pow is leaving around 8pm, i was just about to play my guitar so if you’re lucky you might get a free live performance >;D

[vik.tor222] Can’t wait.

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You rolled your eyes, smiling like an idiot as you set your phone down.

When Viktor arrived, you were already playing your guitar, fingers idly plucking at the strings as you sat cross legged on your bed.

He leaned against the doorframe, watching you with that small, amused smirk of his. "You were serious about the live performance." "Always," you grinned, patting the space beside you. "Come in, take a seat. I promise not to charge you."

Viktor chuckled as he made his way over, sitting beside you on the bed. His cane rested against the nightstand as he settled in, tilting his head slightly as he listened to you play.

"You’re really good," he murmured after a moment.

You shot him a teasing look. "I have a band, Vik. Would be awkward if I sucked." Viktor huffed a laugh. "True. But still—you are impressive." Your heart did that stupid fluttery thing again. "..Thanks."

A comfortable silence followed as you continued to strum softly, just playing whatever came to mind. After a while, you set the guitar down and leaned back on your hands, glancing over at him

“So.. anything new in the lab?” You asked, keeping your voice light. Viktor hummed in thought. "Not really. Other then Jayce almost setting the lab on fire again." He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. You stiffle a laugh, gasping dramatically; “No way!” You say in mock surprise. “Yes.” Viktor shook his head. “I keep telling him, just because something looks stable does not mean it is stable.”

“Classic Jayce.”

“Unfortunately.”

"Why engineering and physics?" you ask suddenly, catching Viktor off guard.

"Hm?" he replies, raising an eyebrow.

You laugh awkwardly, fiddling with your guitar. "I mean, why those majors? Is there a cool backstory, or is it just something you're good at?"

Viktor thinks for a moment before answering. "I've always been fascinated by how things work—like putting together a puzzle. The more I learned, the more I wanted to create things that could change how people live."

You nod. "That makes sense.”

He tilts his head. "What about you? Art, right?"

"Yeah, for me, it's the opposite," you say, smiling. "Art is about creating things that don't necessarily make sense but still feel right."

Viktor considers this, then shrugs. "That sounds freeing." You laugh. "It is, but it’s also a challenge to make it come together. Just like your work, I guess." He nods slowly, a faint smile on his lips. "I get that."

You both fell into easy conversation after that, talking about random things—your band, his research, upcoming gigs, the ridiculous amount of people who had started messaging you online asking for new music.

Eventually, though, you both got tired of talking and decided to put on a movie.

Halfway through, you started to get really comfortable, shifting closer to Viktor. Without thinking too much about it, you leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder. Viktor didn’t react at first—just a small, sharp inhale before he relaxed under you. Encouraged, you moved a little closer.

Then, in a move that surprised you, Viktor gently pulled you towards him, adjusting you so that you were practically lying against his chest.

Your heart stopped.

You hesitated for a moment before settling against him completely, your cheek resting over his heartbeat. His arm stayed around you, fingers lightly tracing up and down your back.

"You good?" you murmured, peeking up at him.

Viktor exhaled, a small smile playing on his lips. "Hm? Yeah.. m’fine.”

Neither of you moved after that. The movie continued playing in the background, but it barely mattered. The warmth of Viktor’s body, the slow and steady rise and fall of his chest—it was all so.. peaceful.

At some point, your eyes grew heavy, and before you knew it, sleep was tugging you under.

Viktor didn’t say anything when you finally drifted off, but he did let his fingers brush lightly over your arm, holding you just a little closer.

It wasn’t a confession. Not yet.

But it was something. And for now, that was more than enough.

Viktor woke up slowly, warmth pressing into his side, a weight draped over him.

It took a moment for the fog of sleep to clear, for him to register the steady rise and fall of your breathing, your head still tucked against his shoulder, arm loosely curled around him.

His chest tightened.

Carefully, he turned his head, just enough to see your face—eyes shut, lips slightly parted, hair falling messily against his shirt. Peaceful. Unaware of the way you had completely undone him.

His fingers twitched at his side.

He should move. He should.

But for a few more moments, he let himself stay.

How had he let this happen?

How had you managed to slip so effortlessly into his life, into his mind, until the thought of not having you there seemed impossible?

He swallowed.

He needed to tell you.

The thought alone made his pulse quicken, but—God, he couldn’t keep pretending. Not when you were right there, curled against him, like you belonged there.

The door swung open.

Viktor tensed, head snapping toward the entrance just in time to see Powder step inside.

She stopped short.

Eyebrows shot up.

Then, a slow, shit-eating grin.

“Well, well, well.”

Viktor exhaled sharply, already bracing himself.

“This is new,” Powder mused, crossing her arms. “Didn’t take you for a cuddler, lover boy.” Viktor frowned, carefully shifting Y/N’s arm off of him before sitting up. “It was not planned.” Powder’s grin only widened. “Sure it wasn’t.” He shot her a look before grabbing his cane and standing. Powder tilted her head. “So. You gonna tell her?” Viktor’s grip tightened slightly. “..I intend to.” Powder hummed, rocking back on her heels. “Good. ‘Cause I really don’t wanna watch you two keep dancing around each other.” Viktor shook his head, amused despite himself. “Yes, I am aware.”

Powder smirked, stepping aside as he made his way to the door. “Lover boy,” she called after him, just loud enough to make sure he heard it.

He didn’t give her the satisfaction of reacting.

He made his way towards his dorm, his mind full— full of you. This wasn’t new. He had spent too much time thinking about you, about what he felt, about what it meant. But now, after tonight, it wasn’t just in his head. It was real.

His fingers brushed over his phone, hesitating.

It was absurd, really, how fast it had all happened. How easily you had slipped into his life, uninvited, without him even realizing what was happening.

The first time he had ever seen you was at The Last Drop. He can’t imagine how differently his life could’ve went if he hadn’t agreed to Jayce’s constant begging and pestering about him going out and leaving studying behind for just a day.

He didn’t like the idea of being there, not for a bit at least— but then you came up onto that stage and he forgot how to think.

You had been something else entirely. The warm lights caught the curve of your smile perfectly— the easy confidence in the way you moved, the way you just carried yourself was so alluring, he couldn’t resist succumbing to your charm.

He hadn’t been the only one captivated.

That night, they had all been introduced to you. He knew of your existence before then, but that night he got to know you better— the musician, the artist, the lightning storm in human form.

He couldn’t wait to hang out with you again— not sure if that would even happen, but then Vi burst into the room with a text from her sister, that they’d be going to a café that week and that his group was invited. And there you had told him—offhand, casual—how it was your dream venue. How you had always wanted to play there.

And that gave him an idea.

Why had he even done it in the first place? The call? Setting up the entire gig? He wasn’t sure, but something deep inside him told him to do it—and so he did. In his mind, you deserved it. And when he saw the excitement in your eyes? His heart had felt like fireworks bursting on the Fourth of July.

And then—

The cheek kiss.

So quick, so effortless, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

That was when he knew. That was when he realized he was screwed.

And now— Now, he had to do something about it.

The whole damn friend group had been pestering him for weeks. Jayce, Ekko, Isha, Powder—all of them, telling him to stop being an idiot, to tell you.

Viktor exhaled, gripping his phone.

It was late.

Too late for this.

But his hands moved before he could stop himself.

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[vik.tor222] I like you Y/N

[vik.tor222] like a lot

[vik.tor222] god you’re literally all i can think about you make me insane

[vik.tor222] i love you, rockstar.

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He set his phone down as soon as he typed the last message, his mind racing with all the possible outcomes. What if you rejected him? What if you laughed in his face, or worse, ignored him completely? What if—

His phone buzzed.

And his mind went blank.

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[rei-ismyname]

Yeah it's pretty damn sinister, pun intended. Kinda reminds me of the predatory targeted recruiting the US military does. Carved, Jesus Christ.

-

I do agree that Mags and Chuck handled things pretty badly, but shit escalated without their intervention and I don't think the FF had the moral high ground. After butting heads a bit they left, Franklin found out that Reed was blocking his mutant powers (using Terrigen Mists no less) and got justifiably angry. He tried to go through a gate but couldn't because of Reed.

After talking with Valeria they ran away from home and sailed to Krakoa. Sue called Scott, Scott didn't know where the kids were (because they hadn't arrived) and then Sue kinda flew off the handle based on her assumption that he valued Valeria less. Scott was like what is happening and Sue hung up on him. Then the FF assumed Krakoa had kidnapped both their kids with no evidence and invaded Krakoa.

After pointless violence, DOOM, and apologies all round, Mags and Chuck mind wiped Reed's memory of his technology that harmed mutants. Yeah it's not going to win any friends but I think it's kinda justified. Reed has shown he doesn't really give a fuck about mutants or Krakoa. He doesn't respect their sovereignty and he's pretty well known for inventing irresponsible shit. His and Tony's shared technology system has already made its way into ORCHIS' hands (The Forge where Nimrod etc live - and they'd get even more of it like Stark Sentinels) and he works pretty closely with governments. He really shouldn't be inventing shit like that just because he's a bad father, but he did it anyway without any consideration for the potential for harm.

Could they have convinced him to delete all records of it and never touch it again? Probably not IMO! I definitely think they should have tried, but I totally see why they didn't, and why they let him know - 'hey, this shit is a genocidal threat to us and we've promised our people safety. We've been down this road several times and it never ends well, do you understand?'

I'm not sure he would and I can empathize with not wanting to take the risk of putting faith in Reed Richards' ethics and solidarity. Violating psychic consent is awful, and so is inventing shit that targets an entire group. Not sure there's a good decision there tbh. If Krakoa invented a device or chemical that neutralises cosmic rays powers, I think they'd take it pretty personally.

So yeah, I'd say that everyone acted foolishly except Kitty, Franklin and Valeria. I don't think the FF have the moral high ground at all though. They've acted above Krakoa the nation, invaded it, and generally shown they don't understand or care about mutant inequality. The tragedy as I see it is I don't think a fair peace was possible.

So I saw a post earlier talking about Marvel couples and how relatively few long term relationships there are. There was mention of Reed and Sue as being basically the most consistently together couple, crediting that to the nature of the Fantastic Four being about family.

I don't disagree with that.

But then there was a comment about Scott and Jean being "all over the place" and depending on editorial at the time. Sorry for the paraphrase, but I couldn't find the post again to be sure.

And honestly I couldn't disagree with that more.

The thing about Scott Summers and Jean Grey is that, with two exceptions, if they are both alive, and they both know the other one is alive, they are together FULL STOP.

The first exception to this is the original Lee/Kirby years. Because they hadn't gotten together yet. But anyone who has sat through the god knows how many issues it took for the two to actually get the fuck over it and fuck basically gets stockholmed into shipping these idiots.

Because when you go from seeing this nonsense in issue 10:

THIS nonsense in issue 24:

THIS nonsense in issue 3-fucking-4:

And you realize this is only a sampling and that pretty much every issue in between has more of this idiotic bullshit, you'll be screaming at them to "JUST FUCK ALREADY!!!" too.

NGL, it's what turned me into a shipper. Fucking Stockholm Syndrome.

The other time, of course, is X-Factor. Because Scott, in his incredible wisdom and self-perception, happened to marry a woman who looked exactly like Jean Grey, (and asked her if she was Jean Grey on the eve of the wedding).

Scott gets a lot of shit from fans for ditching his wife and son for Jean Grey (which is a vast oversimplification of a very complicated storyline, but fine, for once, let's go with it). So yeah.

A good chunk of X-Factor is basically just these two finding their way back to each other after dealing with a whole mess of other mind-bogglingly traumatizing events and trying to raise a baby while meeting alternate future kids and (in Jean's case) not really handling that well.

But anyway, after that? They're together.

Now, admittedly, the Grant Morrison era of X-Men is a bit complicated. We all know about Emma Frost. I still resent deeply the fact that a man is named cheater for getting taken advantage of by his therapist, but fine. Maybe they'd have broken up over Emma, maybe not. Maybe Jean would finally break down and fuck Logan, maybe not. Sadly she died instead. And then a future version of her decided to push Scott and Emma together for a while. Which was a fucking weird narrative choice, but fine.

When Jean comes back? Immediate romantic scene with her resurrected husband by the way. And yeah, fine, he drops dead again later. And then when HE comes back to life, she's off in another dimension and presumed dead for a bit.

But when they are back, alive, and in the same place? She immediately shoves her tongue down his throat.

On Krakoa, they're the most married they've ever been. They finally get to raise their son together, in a place that isn't a future hellhole. They are explicitly polyamorous, implicitly in a throuple, but when it comes down to the wire, it's Scott Summers and Jean Grey.

And now, in From the Ashes, she's off being a goddess in space. But she's still having psychic phone sex with her patiently waiting husband. It's not clear if they're still doing the polyamory thing, I'd like to think they are because we so rarely get to see portrayals of non-monogamous but still very happy couples. But who knows. What we do know is that even now, even when they're not in the same place: it's Scott Summers and Jean Grey.

I suppose the one exception is young Scott and young Jean when they're brought to the future. But here's the thing. As much as they both try to fight it, as often as they've tried to tease some other kind of ship with Hank or Laura or Jimmy Hudson, or teenaged Vampire Storm, or anyone else. The two still can't ever really escape each other's orbit. (And you know, maybe if they actually got the full story instead of fucked up fragments from incredibly biased people who currently hate at least one of them, they might have felt a little less like escaping. Who knows?)

I guess I can see the argument that the state of their relationship can vary. Sometimes they're very happy, sometimes they're raising a kid. Sometimes they're frayed. Sometimes they fight. Sometimes they fuck other people.

But in the end, as long as they're both alive, it's Scott Summers and Jean Grey.

Reed and Sue still get top billing as the big couple of 616, sure. They're not immune to silly love triangles, but they tend to be dead less often.

But I still think Scott and Jean are up there, as consistent and steady as anything in the Marvel Universe.

[smile-files]

it turns out we were all the gay cousin

[royalarchivist]

This is what it feels like every time a new SMP has streamers I like

[fracturedodr]

Oh, that had to hurt.

Bell flinched at the grip Freya had on Hogni's hair, wishing he could do something to help but knowing that if he tried, if he rushed her... Probably worse things than just yelling would happen. And he wasn't in a state to be fighting right now anyway - he was still shaking from the flashback, from being so utterly convinced he was in the deep floors again.

"My... soul?" He repeated quietly. That was what she'd seen, that she had grown so obsessed with? Past tense, he noted though. Had been. Not 'is'. Was. An implication that his soul wasn't clear anymore. He wasn't sure what that meant, nor how to feel about it, and so set it aside for now to discuss with Hestia later.

Assuming he got that far.

"You can't just... force, love..." Bell muttered - those angry thorns were still there in his chest, he was trying so hard to keep a reign on them- "I don't-" Cutting off, hands still in fists, he wanted to yell at her so badly because God or not she didn't understand-

A pause.

Why did it matter if he kept himself from yelling? If it came down to it, she'd probably kill him anyway, or steal him back and start over, Hogni begging her not to, or not. He was terrified, but now he was angry in equal measure, and was beginning to understand what it was that made him so thoroughly angry at her, enough so to wonder if it was hate.

"I don't care that you're a goddess, I care that you lied!" He yelled, finally. And that was it, wasn't it? That was the crux of it. He'd believed her, trusted her, taken comfort that she, at least, was being honest with him - and then he'd steadily realized that... she hadn't. That out of everyone, she'd been the one lying the MOST. About every little thing, down to what he'd done, where he'd went, and who he'd spoken to. "Noone knew me and I felt like I was going insane, I thought you were the only person who'd never lie to me, but-" it was, perhaps, partly due to the prior stress that he found himself ranting at her like this - he was tired, scared, stressed, dirty, and he just wanted to curl up somewhere small and alone and isolated so he could decompress from all this bullshit! "-but the only thing you ever did was lie! Why would I ever stay with someone if all they do is lie to me?!"

And further, why would he believe that he would any different than the hundreds of people already in her Familia who may well have believed themselves to be her Odr? Why, when the odds were so high that he'd just become another doll on her shelf of carefully curated collectables whose only purpose was to look pretty and wait for her to want to play? No. If he was anything, he refused to be hers. Not if that was how she showed her love.

Freya stared at Bell incredulously. She slowly let go of Hogni's chin, but her fingers found their way into his hair again...gentle, affectionate. "Do you know how long I've been searching for them--for you? For my Odr? If it's not you, then when? Who?!"

There was a quiet sound from Hogni as she suddenly gripped a fistful of his hair. He still hadn't let go of her leg, though. He'd keep her there, keep her from getting any closer to Bell.

"Your soul was so clear, so pure...innocent. I thought you were my Odr. The one that could love me, beyond my status as a Goddess of love and beauty...But no--" She tugged on Hogni's hair again, attempting to slowly pry him off her leg, but he wasn't budging. "Y-you're just like the rest of them...! Like..." she looked down at Hogni, silently giving her example. Her eyes widened slightly, noticing the ear piece now...but she said nothing. What was she supposed to make of that? Did her two former Executives deliberately leave her just to elope?

And Hestia allowed that?? (That had to be where they'd gone, if he was here with Bell...!)

"L...Lady F-Freya..." Hogni's voice cracked again, his cheek pressed against her thigh. His face was absolutely burning with a blush. "Please, I-I beseech you, keep searching...Bell w-was...never yours to take..."

"--This doesn't concern you!" She snapped, giving another small pull on his hair. She didn't really want to be TOO rough. She always thought Hogni's hair was pretty, just like Hedin's...

[corntired]

Fanfiction is so goated actually

No monetary incentive, just writing in one's free time. Some incentive for like kudos and comments, because who doesn't want to hear that someone else enjoyed what they wrote. Just writing a story that is good and/or enjoyable, no real-life pressure to keep it going because god forbid you and other people are depending on it financially.

Writing a story because you want to write a good story, so you can write what they want the way you want, at a pace that is realistic for you, with exactly the plot pacing you want there to be.

[im-an-anthusiast]

Almost Sweet

A sickening something crawls down my throat,

And I don’t know why, but I just won’t choke

It’s always been there, despite what I thought

And now all of this feels like a bad joke

I’m seeing invisible ciphers

Thing that isn’t there, an unwritten verse

I’m hearing inaudible whispers

Only I perceive them – is this my curse?

I’m so hungry that I can’t eat

It’s all so bitter it’s almost sweet

It’s just barely not there, like I dreamed it

And it’s so damn bitter, it’s almost sweet

A sickening something crawls up my throat

It makes me spit, gag, and it makes me choke

Saw it coming, but it’s worse than I thought

It is the punchline, to this twisted joke

I’ve got a bad feeling – about nothing

But also – about every single thing

Delusions make me sick to my stomach

But the truth is something I can’t stomach

I am untouched, and yet, I have been hit

It’s all so bitter it’s almost sweet

It’s just barely there – I didn’t dream it

And it’s so damn bitter, it’s almost sweet

A sickening something, stuck in my throat

After all this time, it still makes me choke

All of this is clearly not what I sought

I wish all of this was just some dumb joke

My head is in the clouds – stormy and gray

But my feet – rooted in the soil and clay

And that pressure, it pains me greatly

Why can’t things, for once, go, oh, so gently?

I’m new to this town, but I know this street

It’s all so bitter it's almost sweet

Is it really there? What if I dreamed it?

It’s so damn bitter it’s almost sweet

[fiddlesix]

Thank u for being a billford hater ur blog is a Safe Space for those of us who hate that stupid triangle I was lowkey tearing my hair out during the stream from how much billford nonsense was in the chat thank u for being a kindred spirit, peace and love

fanks anon 🤸🏼‍♀️ peace n love

[scattered-winter]

every day i kick a rock and bash my head into the wall because i'll never get to go on a big space adventure and become tightly close-knit with my new found family up there <//3

[ai-the-broccoli]

aaghh I hate health anxiety ocd (or whatever you call it), it's literally doing nothing other than contributing to make my health worse

... wait actually, does anyone have like, tips/advice for that kind of thing? I really think I need some help with this one

[splickedylit]

i saw you were reposting some of the SU videos you had made and i was wondering if you could repost the Sky Full Of Song one? it was one of my favorite edits ever and i had been wondering what had happened to it/if it had been copyright claimed

Sky Full of Diamond Song

You heard something--from the sky, a sound… a song?

man, I didn't even know this one had gotten blocked, haha. QuQ Here you go, anon!

[mccleans]

tiptoeing on the edge of a panic attack at work