#around here.' like absolutely go take a listen if you have the time.

[savanir]

so I got Steve Trevor;

From one highly stressful situation to the next it seems, Steve really wishes his gun didn’t get misplaced.

Especially considering he’s absolutely not where he was less than a minute ago, considering the endless void of… green.

Why is it always green…

“What the fuck” He’s keeping his stance ready for anything while trying to get his bearings at least somewhat, he seems to be surrounded by ruins, somewhat familiar looking ruins.

“You have experience with Pandora’s box, correct?” 

Steve quickly turns around and has his arms loose and ready, slightly up to either defend or attack.

In front of him is a floating… boy?

“Hello” the slightly glowing, black and white clad teen gives him a lazy little wave, cheeky sort. alright then.

“Where the hell am I?”

"Good guess but that's a little more to the left from here"

"What?"

The teen’s expression shifts to something more serious, "Listen, the box got stolen and I need someone with knowledge about the damn thing that can also inconspicuously come with me and isn't bound by dumb ancient rules to help me out with getting it back where it belongs. You came recommended by Pandora so..."

“Are you serious- wait, Pandora as in the Pandora?”

"Yes, Lady Pandora, keeper of the box with the ancient evils or whatever. Of course she knows about you, like I said you have prior experience with dealing with this thing- you are Steven Trevor right? Consort to princess Diana of Themyscira?"

"Consort-" Alright okay so this is really happening, it’s spread to other dimensions now or something? he rubs the bridge of his nose, he could use a good stiff drink to handle this revelation.

"Partner, boyfriend, whatever, listen we need to stay focused here" the teen claps his hands, it actually does effectively grab Steve’s attention back.

"Right, yes that's me. I'm, fuck you're telling me that fucking thing-?"

"Yes, and I could really use a hand here with solving this mess please. Oh uhm, Danny Phantom, nice to meet you.” Danny holds his hand out and Steve gives him a handshake. so the kid knows about the basic typical earth greeting. good to know.

“Now, we got no time to lose, I'll be sure to put you right back where I found you once we're done so no worries"

Well Steve doesn't really want that cause he was in the process of getting kidnapped when he got dragged through a swirling green portal. sadly his attackers confiscated his gun so he’s currently very unarmed but he’d take it if it means he’s not at risk of getting tortured for Justice League intel and used as bait to lure the heroes in. 

"Just drop me off in Washington DC. I'd prefer that"

"Whatever you want bud" Danny grins and leads him towards a different portal in the distance.

Steve figures it’s in his best interest to go along with everything for now but once his comms stop being dead he’ll notify the Justice League immediately. Still though, something in his gut tells him that this kid isn’t bad news. 

He has this weird feeling that Diana would like him.

Use this random DC character wheel to write a dpxdc prompt, fanfic, or blurb below! (Or just say what ya got ehehe)

[bitingdrivers]

Daniel hates the lab. He hates the stainless steel, the sharp angles and equipment wrapped in plastic. Everything is white and gray, bright fluorescent lights washing everything out, the purples and blues on pale faces of sleep deprived lab workers adding to the white-gray-blues of the place. Everyone is in a constant hurry, fuelled up on instant coffee and nervous energy, fast walking from one desk to another with a notepad or dragging one of the identical shiny stainless steel tables with them.

It reminds Daniel of a hospital. Of course it does, he thinks. The main difference being that unlike in hospitals, the rooms and tables here are filled with dead bodies or their remains.

Max's office is different. The walls are painted in warm orange, the floor covered with a plush brown carpet and a couple of cozy looking couches. Between them sit a glass coffee table covered in journals and magazines about something Daniel can't even begin to understand.

The walls are lined with cabinets filled with books and binders, glass shelves full of memorabilia from Max's trips and expeditions: a bunch of old and scary-looking skulls, a few small statues and a wooden sculpture that suspiciously looks like a dick.

Max is sitting at his desk, looking at a piece of paper with a tired and bored expression, his blue lab coat a stark contrast to the warm oranges and browns of his office. Daniel is sure that Max would never take his lab coat off, if he could wear it outside of work.

“Hey, Bones,” Daniel says with a short knock on the glass door.

Max looks up, a little startled, but quickly his face takes an expression of annoyance.

“I asked you to not call me that, Daniel.”

“And I told you to call me agent Ricciardo, so there's that. Did you want to see me?” 

Max nods his head at the question.“Yes. I have thought about your offer and came to a decision,” Max says without breaking eye contact, as Daniel steps fully into the room and sits in a plush chair by the desk.

“I agree to working with you and the FBI on solving cases. But—” 

It's Daniel's turn to look annoyed. Of course there's a "but".

“—But. I want to go on the field with you, investigate the scenes, do interrogations,” Max says, touching his fingers as he lists things. But Daniel quickly interrupts him.

“Absolutely not. Bones, don't even think about that.” Daniel stands up and looks down at Max with a stern expression. “This,” he gestures to the space around him, “is your place. The field is my place. What if you get hurt there? Lew will chop off my head with one of his scary blades if you do.”

Max looks up at him with an arched brow.

“You know that I can defend myself. You were there when I did.” And yeah, Daniel was there, saw with his own eyes how Max decked a guy for grabbing his arm.

“And what if you need my help on the field? What if you find remains that need to be assessed as soon as possible, or need my expertise knowledge on human anatomy, or if a suspect speaks one of the many languages you don't know but I do?” - he again taps his fingers at each scenario. 

“And if you are so scared for my safety, I can always learn how to shoot a gun.”

At this Daniel jolts and shakes his head. 

“You will not pick up a gun while I'm alive.” Daniel furrows his brows and looks Max in the eyes. Max looks up at him triumphantly. Daniel sighs. 

“Fine, you can go onto the field with me, but I'm the boss there, right? You will listen to me and follow my lead.” Daniel points to his chest with his thumb as to make the point more clear, but Max isn't listening. His face is split with a smile so big his eyes crinkle. It's like Daniel told him the best news in the world instead of allowing him to potentially get himself killed at work. Still, Daniel returns the smile.

After a moment, Max takes his eyes away from Daniel's face and looks at the time.

“Do you have time? It's my lunch break, maybe we can go grab food together?” If Daniel didn't know him, he would think Max looks nervous.

“Sure, let's go.” Max smiles again and stands up to take off his lab coat. He is wearing a white t-shirt underneath it, but Daniel still looks away.

[prettyboy-inc]

Yandere monster x male reader 

Imagine, you're a new dad of a precious pair of twins. You have a beautiful wife, she stays at home with the kids while you work. You love your life, and the people in it. love your wife, and you love your kids. Your life is going perfectly, absolutely nothing could ruin it. 

“Have a great day at work sweetheart,” your wife said, kissing your cheek. You blush it’s been five years since you started dating but you still feel like that schoolboy who couldn’t look at her without blushing.

Honestly you didn’t know how you pulled her. You were such a nerd in high school, your nose in a book, and not to mention your obsession with monsters. But she was the queen bee type. You kiss your baby's goodbye and head off to work, not before stealing another kiss from your wife. You smile big, this is life. 

You came home to a silent home, Instantly you could tell something was wrong. Normally you’d come home to the smell of dinner cooking, normally you would hear your wife humming along to whatever song she was listening to. But no, it was quiet. You walk towards your room, maybe she was taking a nap? It was dark so you turned on the lights as you passed by them. Walking into the master bedroom you saw nothing. Wait, the kids, you walked into the nursery. Nothing was wrong, thankfully.

You hear the door close behind you. You pause. Turning around you see nothing. Was something here? You get closer to your kids. Wait, maybe it’s your wife pranking you, yeah that works. She was never that type but maybe she was just feeling playful.

“Hun,” you chuckle. “I love the prank but you're starting to creep me out.” 

You feel something grab your waist, but it wasn’t the small hands of your dear wife. They were big and cold. Definitely not her. 

Imagine someone, or something coming close, Studying you.

“This is who she chose over me,” the thing scoffed. You still haven’t gotten a good look at the figure that grabbed you. He seemed mad at you, or you assumed it was a he. 

“You're a twig,” it demeaned you. It seemed proud of itself so you weren’t going to break the news to him that his insult sucked. 

 “Well, doesn’t matter anymore I’m here to take back my kid,” he let you go and stalked off towards the crib. Your eyes widened. What does it mean by his kid?

Imagine the fear when this thing goes towards your kids. Your babys, barely even a year old, could die because of this strange man you can’t even see. Which was honestly starting to freak you out, I mean wouldn’t your eyes adjust by now? 

You were so freaked out that your mind goes blank. The only thought is to save your kids, but how? 

‘Light‘ You hear a voice whisper in your head‘. The light switch! But what is that going to do? Whatever, no time to think. You quickly turn on the light.

“Argh!” The monster yowled. It slapped his hands to his eyes. It worked! It was weak to light, but now what? The monster was writhing in pain. You kinda felt bad. Brushing that thought away you grab your twins and book it out of the house. 

Days pass and you finally decide to go back to your house. Thankfully everything seemed ok. Still no wife but at least the monster was gone, well that’s what you thought. Walking into the twins shared room you saw the monster again you pause. It was still rocking back and forth covering its eyes but it seemed ok enough. The monster heard you come in. It bolted towards your feet, it started to beg. 

“Oh please great lord turn the lights off,” it cried out, kissing your feet. You do. The monster laughs maniacally and goes to attack you. You turn on the lights. immediately it went back to begging. You smirk. Now you have a puppy demon monster thing you can force to do your bidding (getting groceries you hate getting groceries) your electric bill did go up But it was all worth it. Your twins also seem oddly ok with the monster for some reason. maybe they have a connection you don’t know about? He did mention one being his kid Well doesn’t matter, now you have twin infants and a seven foot puppy to take care of. You hardly have time to think of such minuscule things like that. Right?

[derww]

DEVOTIONS WEEK DAY 2: POTIONS/DEATH

CW: Suicide attempt, suicidal ideations, mental breakdown, ableism, DDDNE

This is the first thing Zam does when he realizes that everything he has done this season has been absolutely useless: he kills himself.

Okay, he tries: he abruptly turns away, throws off all his armor, takes a few springy steps, and then jumps down. The height is small, but he has ridiculously few hearts, so it's enough...

A moment before landing something breaks on top of his head, and the fall does not cause any damage. The nasty swamp slime gets into his mouth, and he spits it out, at the same time shaking off the glass stuck in his hair.

– What do you think is the probability that he has milk? – Pyro asks Spoke, tossing another splash bottle in his hand. Zam stares at him. How the fuck did he even hit? He is disgusting and wet. He has milk, but only in the enderchest, and he is not stupid enough to believe that he will be given time to drink it. Or that it would make any difference.

– I don't know, man, – Spoke spreads his hands, – like, high? Doesn't matter. Let's continue my supervillain speech. Time is not infinite, you know.

He doesn't want to continue the conversation. He pukes on the spot. He reeks of corpse rot. He doesn't want to be here. He doesn't want to be anywhere at all. Oh, God, can he just fucking die already?

Mapicc rolls his eyes. He looks annoyed, but not surprised. He and Spoke exchange understanding glances. Zam mechanically wipes his mouth from vomit, staring past them. There are too many things around. Everything is too bright and distinct. He wants to pierce through his belly with a sword, and he is horrified to realize that this will not help.

They- they don't even laugh at his insignificance and helplessness, they see it as an expected hindrance, as something that will happen when you tell the PrinceZam about the impending apocalypse. For some reason, it's so much worse. The vomit is creeping up in his throat again.

Step. Another. Third. This time he jumps into the void – because the Abyss kills anything, and even if not, suffocating in the infinity is still better than being next to them. That's the only thing he wants right now – to die.

He barely does not manage to reach y 0 when he is teleported back to their feet, and he falls to the knees. He violently coughs up bile. Deep disgust fills every cell of his body.

– Listen, – Piro says wearily, – let's skip this part. Yes, Spoke has backdoored the server, yes, he has an OP, and yes, no mundane plots have any meaning anymore. Wormhole will open in a week. Are you with us?

He lowers his head. His hands are shaking. He wants to wash himself. He wants to be anywhere else. He wants warm clothes and soft food. He wants to go home and bake a pumpkin pie. He wants to kill himself.

– Earth to the PrinceZam,– Spoke snaps fingers in front of his face, – bro, hang off. I need your answer. I'm only giving you a choice anyway because you're different. Be faster.

He opens his mouth and stutters and gasps. Nothing in his body works properly. For the first time in months, he can't say anything. Why-why at all. What's the difference. They can't make his life worse. They won't be able to mess up any more. They are not-

A blurry image with black and red appears in front of his face. Black hair. A pale face. A red hoodie. Bandana. Horns. Zam doesn't have to think about it to know that it's Mapicc.

– Listen, – Mapicc's voice comes to him as if from under water, - I know it's hard, – no, he has no idea, – and really, really sucks. but this is the situation we find ourselves in now. Right now, you don't have to do much, right now you just need to make one decision. Okay?

Something inhuman is bursting out of him. He's throwing up again. Mapicc sighs.

– Hey, – he says too calmly, – it's hard, I know. But not worse than the end of season two, right? – much, much worse, – just take a deep breath, exhale, give yourself time to think and make a decision, okay? And we'll leave you alone.

He can't. He can't. He is not-

– If I refuse, – he says, dead–straight, – will you let me die?

– No, of course not, – Spoke's voice comes from somewhere to the side, and he doesn't have enough strength to turn his head, – why did we try otherwise? Wait for the Wormhole, and I'll think about it. Maybe I'll give you endless effects, or maybe I'll let you die in peace. Who knows? I haven't decided yet.

– Don't listen to him, – Mapicc interrupts, irritated, – don't think about it. Just decide whether you want to destroy this world or fight for its preservation. If you want to keep it, the defenders will pick you up sooner or later. If you want to destroy it, you will become the third with me and Spoke. We will work together. Like before.

He's looking past them. His heart is beating too fast.

– if I join you, – he says dryly, – will you let me die?

– When you will finish your work? – Spoke giggles, – yeah, sure, why not. It wouldn't matter.

He swallows a lump. His throat hurts. Mapicc seems to be looking right at him. He's suffocating. He doesn't want any of this.

– Okay, – he says in the end, – I'll help you. And then you'll let me go.

Spoke grins.

– And that's the deal! Good job, PrinceZam. That's more like it.

At least Mapicc and I will be friends again, he thinks detachedly. At least there's anything good about it. Maybe I can get over it. Even if it's only to get the fuck out later.

[fandomimaginewasteland]

The Ember Island Players

Pairing: Zuko x fem!waterbender!reader

Warnings: None

Summary: You and the rest of the Gaang go to see the Ember Island Players' play that reenacts your adventures, albeit not exactly the same way that they happened for you and the others.

WC: 7,002

Note(s): Reader is the twin sister of Sokka and older sister of Katara

For the past two weeks, you and the other have all been lazing around the Firelord's old beach house on Ember Island.

Ever since you and the others had gotten to the beach house, you've found this entire situation really ironic since the Firelord as well as basically everyone else in the Fire Nation is looking for you and the others. Yet here you all are in the Firelord's own beach house that he still owns.

Since Ember Island is in the Fire Nation, as an extra precausion, you and the others all changed into your Fire Nation disguises. All of you except for Zuko of course, as he is originally from the Fire Nation.

During the time that you've been here, Zuko's been teaching Aang firebending techniques and forms while the rest of you just lounge around the house. You’re in the Fire Nation, so there isn’t much that you can do, which is so boring and dull. You have to say that doing nothing all day is very enjoyable though, especially considering how much you’ve been going through before you got here.

At the moment, Aang and Zuko are practicing their firebending in the courtyard of the house while you, Katara and Toph watch. Well, you and Katara are watching, Toph just sits there feeling the vibrations from their movements, cause you know, she’s blind.

To be completely honest, you haven’t really been watching them. In fact, you haven’t been watching Aang at all. Instead, you’ve been watching the muscles in Zuko’s bare torso ripple and tense with every movement that he makes. What? It’s not like you can really help it as HE IS SHIRTLESS right now!

Aang and Zuko finish their routine with a deep breath before bowing to each other respectfully. “Doesn't it seem kind of weird that we're hiding from the Fire Lord in his own house?” Katara asks, while looking around the courtyard.

She’s right. It is weird. Very weird.

“I told you,” Zuko says, causing you and Katara to look at him as he’s now sitting on a dry fountain and wiping his head with a towel. “my father hasn't come here since our family was actually happy. And that was a long time ago. It's the last place anyone would think to look for us.”

You frown at him just being so casual about how his family is unhappy. You may not know absolutely everything about Zuko's past with his family, but you know certain things since he's told you about certain things over the course of you knowing him.

“You guys are not gonna believe this!” Sokka’s voice exclaims as he and Suki walk into the courtyard. “There's a play about us.” “We were just in town and we found this poster!” Suki clarifies. Sokka unrolls a scroll of paper, showing you and the others the poster for the play.

Out of curiosity, you get up from your spot next to Toph and Katara to get a closer look at the poster.

It depicts you, Katara, Aang, and Sokka with Zuko's scarred face in the background.

“What? How is that possible?” Katara asks, surprised.

“Listen to this…” Sokka says as he turns the poster towards him. “’The Boy in the Iceberg is a new production from acclaimed playwright Pu-on Tim, who scoured the globe gathering information on the Avatar, from the icy South Pole to the heart of Ba Sing Se. His sources include singing nomads, pirates, prisoners of war, and a surprisingly knowledgeable merchant of cabbage.’” he reads off.

“’Brought to you by the critically acclaimed Ember Island Players.’” Suki finishes.

“Ugh!” Zuko groans out, causing you and the others to turn to him. “My mother used to take us to see them. They butchered Love Amongst the Dragons every year!”

“Sokka, do you really think it's a good idea for us to attend a play about ourselves?” Katara asks.

“Come on, a day at the theater?” Sokka asks persuasively. “This is the kind of wacky time-wasting nonsense I've been missing!” he continues as he holds up the poster anxiously and smiles sheepishly.

After you all decided that going to the theater would be fun, you all got ready to go before leaving the house when it was almost time for the play. You got to the theatre about thirty minutes before the show was supposed to start and it was crowded.

You and the others weren’t expecting this play to be this popular.

*****

Once you and the others got inside of the theater, you all decided to head up to one of the upper sections and sit there so that you could keep to ourselves. There’s two rows that the seven of you can sit on. You follow Sokka and Suki into the balcony to see Aang trying to sit next to Katara but before he can sit next to her, Zuko sits there instead. “Hey, uh... I wanted to sit there.” Aang says to Zuko, trying to act as casual as possible. Zuko removes the hood of his cloak. “Just sit next to me. What's the big deal?” “I was just, I wanted to…” Aang tries to explain, before finally giving in and sitting down next to Zuko. “okay.”

You giggle softly as you sit down next to Sokka and Suki in the second row behind Toph, Katara, Zuko and Aang.

“Why are we sitting in the nosebleed section?” Toph asks. “My feet can't see a thing from up here!” “Don't worry, I'll tell your feet what's happening.” Katara says to her, just as the curtain rises to reveal a set representative of the South Pole seas.

In the center of the stage, Actress Katara and Actor Sokka are rowing their boat along. You roll your eyes at the sight of how they look.

Sure, they probably could never get an exact look alike but really? They literally could’ve done so much better than this.

Sokka’s actor is more pale, skinnier and just all around weird looking. The only thing that actually made him look like Sokka was the hair style and the water tribe clothes that he’s wearing.

The actress that plays Katara is even worse though. She’s much more round and developed than Katara really is and her water tribe clothes are much more revealing. She also has way too much blush on her face, so much in fact that it makes her look really embarrassed.

Just from seeing them, you really don’t want to see the actress that’s going to play you…

The actress that’s playing Katara lets out a dramatic sigh that breaks you out of your thoughts. “Sokka, my only brother! We constantly roam these icy South Pole seas, and yet never do we find anything fulfilling!” “All I want is a full feeling in my stomach! I'm starving!” Actor Sokka exclaims which makes the audience laugh while Sokka and Katara’s faces fall as they look at each other, confused. “Is food the only thing on your mind?” ‘Katara’ asks him. “Well, I'm trying to get it out of my mind and into my mouth! I'm starving!” ‘Sokka’ replies which causes the audience to laugh again.

Sokka leans forward in his seat over Katara’s shoulder; clearly annoyed. “This is pathetic! My jokes are way funnier than this!” he exclaims as he extends his arm in a dramatic gesture which causes Toph to let out a laugh as she leans back in her seat with her legs crossed and her arms resting behind her. "I think he's got you pegged!"

‘Katara’ stands up in the canoe. “Every day, the world awaits a beacon to guide us, yet none appears!” She holds one hand out to the audience and the other on her heart. “Still, we cannot give up hope! For hope,” she begins to cry. “is all we have! And we must never relinquish it, even…” she sniffs and falls back into a string position. “even to our dying breath!” with those final words, she leans over the side of the canoe and buries her face in her hands, crying.

At the actresses’ words, you, Sokka, Suki, and Toph find yourselves snickering. “Well, that’s just silly. I don’t sound like that.” Katara says with crossed arms, displeased. “Oh man! This writer's a genius!” Toph exclaims, elated.

Actress Katara is still slumped over the side of the canoe crying when an iridescent light suddenly appears from above. She and ‘Sokka’ turn towards the light, looking shocked.

A model iceberg slides onto the stage behind the continue, the vague shadow of a figure visible from behind.

The two actors stand up in the canoe. “It appears to be someone frozen in ice, perhaps for a hundred years.” ‘Katara’ says. “But who? Who is the boy in the iceberg?” ‘Sokka’ asks.

As you watch the scene continue you see Aang smile as he leans forward in his seat, clearly excited to see what his actor looks like.

‘Katara’ and ‘Sokka’ climb up to the top of the model iceberg to stand before the silhouetted figure. “Waterbend! Hi-yah!” ‘Katara’ slices her hand down and “ice” breaks in half. Fog comes out before ‘Aang’ jumps out from behind the iceberg in front of ‘Katara’ and ‘Sokka’.

I have to stifle a laugh at the sight of ‘Aang’ because it’s actually a woman playing Aang.

“Who are you, frozen boy?” ‘Katara’ asks ‘Aang’.

‘Aang’ giggles and points to himself. “I'm the Avatar, silly, here to spread joy and fun!”

“Wait, is that a woman playing me?” Aang asks in disappointment.

Before you or any of the others can reply to his question, a crude, costumed-version of Appa suddenly bursts up from behind the trio of actors. The replica of Appa sways from side to side before leaping off the iceberg prop and running around the stage.

‘Katara’ gasps out in surprise. “An airbender!” She then clasps her hands to her chest. “My heart is so full of hope, that it's making me tearbend!” she continues as she begins to cry and grab onto ‘Aang’s’ leg.

“My stomach is so empty, that it's making me tearbend!” ‘Sokka’ exclaims as he throws his arms up hopelessly before dropping to his knees, clutching onto Actress Aang's other leg, and crying. “I need meat!”

At ‘Sokka’s’ words ‘Aang’ stoops down, puts her arm around Actor Sokka’s shoulders, and points upward. “But wait! Is that a platter of meaty dumplings?” At her question, ‘Sokka’ quickly leans away from ‘Aang’ looking around excitedly; shielding his eyes with his hand, turning his head, searching for the alleged dumplings. “Ooh, where, where?” At his reaction, ‘Aang’ laughs and swings her arms around jovially. “Did I mention that I'm an incurable prankster?” she asks as she crosses her legs as the audience laughs.

“I don't do that! That's not what I'm like! And I'm not a woman!” Aang exclaims as he extends his arm toward the stage, angry with the actress’ bad portrayal of him.

“Oh, they nailed you, Twinkle Toes!” Toph laughs.

The scene changes and a boat with the Iroh and Zuko actors standing on it appears.

A stifled giggle escapes your mouth at the sight of Zuko’s actor as he’s wearing a replica of Zuko’s old Fire Nation armor with his long ponytail.

Not only that, but his scar is on the wrong side of his face.

“Prince Zuko, you must try this cake!” ‘Iroh’ says as he holds up a plate with a whole cake with one slice missing on it. “I don’t have time to stuff my face!” ‘Zuko’ exclaims determinedly. He then lowers his telescope and turns to Actor Iroh. “I must capture the Avatar to regain my honor!” “Well, while you do that, maybe I'll capture another slice.” ‘Iroh’ replies as he holds the cake up higher before bringing it towards his face and proceeding to gobble it down ravenously and noisily. ‘Zuko’ turns away from ‘Iroh’ in disgust. “You sicken me!”

“They make me look totally stiff and humorless.” Zuko complains while he gestures toward the stage. “Actually, I think that actor's pretty spot on.” Katara replies, complacently amused which makes you snicker. “How could you say that?” Zuko asks her in protest.

You’re about to say something to rile Zuko up even more but Actor Iroh’s voice echoing through the theatre stops you from doing so. “Let's forget about the Avatar and get massages!”

Actor Zuko turns towards his uncle, leaning forward menacingly as he shouts. “How could you say that?!”

You look down at Zuko and Katara to see Katara smiling at Zuko smugly as he slumps down in his seat, defeated and dismayed to find her claim accurate.

“Awe~ Zuzu~.” you coo as you lean up and over the back of his seat, putting my chin onto his shoulder. “Shut up (Y/N).” he groans as the others and you snicker at his displeased face.

The scene changes again and this time it’s a display of what looks like a small village in the South Pole. As the scene changes a figure in a thick parka steps out onto the stage.

“Dear sister!” ‘Katara’ exclaims which causes you to perk up knowing that the figure is supposed to be you.

“It’s about time you 2 showed up.” the figure in the parka asks as they pull the parka off.

As soon as you see her face, your nose scrunches up in disgust.

“Look, sis, it’s the Avatar!” ‘Sokka’ grins gesturing to ‘Aang’.

You don’t even pay attention to what the actress playing you says about meeting ‘Aang’, in fact, all you can focus on is her appearance.

Her (hair colored) hair is in a messy braid that goes down her back.

She’s extremely skinny, it almost looks unnatural.

She’s also wearing a lot more makeup and a dress that reveals a lot more skin then ‘Katara’ is.

****

The next scene was when Zuko came to your village and captured Aang, planning to bring him to his father to regain his honor as well as when you got captured and taken prisoner on his ship.

The only thing that really made you focus on that scene of the play was how the actress playing you had literal heart eyes any time Zuko was talking to her.

“Oh please.” you hiss with a roll of your eyes, since you know, for a fact, that you and Zuko didn’t start forming feelings for each other until after Zuko saved you and Aang from Zhao as the Blue Spirit.

****

The next scene with ‘Aang’, ‘Katara’ and ‘Sokka’ is when they’re at the Southern Air Temple. The actress playing Aang looks around the stage before noticing a tail prop moving behind a bush prop. 

“Hey look, I think I found something!” she exclaims before she tiptoes to the bush.

A moment later, actress Aang takes out a hand puppet that doesn’t even look like Momo, placing it on her shoulder.

“It's a flying rabbit-monkey! I think I'll name him, Momo!” She laughs. “Hi everybody, I love you!” she continues while using the puppet and making the audience laugh.

****

The next scene is of what had happened when your siblings and Aang met Suki on Kyoshi Island.

To be completely honest, you couldn’t help but laugh when you saw actor Sokka in the Kyoshi Warriors’ uniform.

“Does this dress make my butt look fat?” ‘Sokka’ asks as he points at his backside.

Not only does the whole audience laugh at that, but both you and Suki laugh too which leads to Sokka giving you and Suki an embarrassed look as he blushes.

After seeing a reenactment of what happened when your siblings and Aang first met King Bumi in Omashu, it cuts to when you, Aang and your siblings met the pirates.

Our actors and actresses are currently standing center stage when the pirates enter the stage from both sides, holding weapons in the air before they attack them.

The four players slip away, with actress Katara holding a large scroll, tiptoeing away from the pirates.

“Why did you have to steal that waterbending scroll?” Both you and Sokka’s actors ask ‘Katara’ at the same time. “It just gave me so much hope!” ‘Katara’ replies while crying and clutching the scroll even tighter to her chest.

****

Next is a scene where both actresses playing you and Aang are tied on two separate platforms guarded by six Fire Nation soldiers.

“The Avatar and the last waterbender from The Southern Water Tribe are mine!” ‘Zuko’ exclaims. He looks off stage. “Wait, who's coming?”

Suddenly a figure with a giant Blue Spirit mask on, jumps on stage holding two swords. “I'm the Blue Spirit, the scourge of the Fire Nation, here to save the Avatar and the last waterbender of the Southern Water Tribe!”

The Blue Spirit walks across the stage waving his swords. The guards fall down and Actor Zuko runs around the platform before he throws a red strip of paper to symbolize firebending.

The Blue Spirit points a sword at Actor Zuko, who runs away.

“Our hero!” ‘you’ and ‘Aang’ exclaim as they both jump on top of the Blue Spirit's large mask before the Blue Spirit walks off stage.

“Ugh!” you groan out in frustration.

Time went on and we’re at the point in the play where you and the others were in the North Pole.

“Don’t go, Yue! You’re the only woman who has taken my mind off of food!” ‘Sokka’ says before he kisses Yue for a moment before letting go and gagging. “Wait, did you have pickled fish for dinner?” he asks her. “Goodbye, Sokka! I have important moon duties to take care of!” ‘Yue’ says as a moon prop that she’s currently sitting on starts to rise up. “And yes, I did have pickled fish!” she says, answering ‘Sokka’s’ question before disappearing above the stage.

“You never told me you made out with a Moon Spirit.” Suki says from Sokka’s other side. In reply to her words, Sokka places a finger over her lips. “Shhh!” “I’m trying to watch!” Sokka says tearing up. Suki, disgusted by Sokka’s act, looks away from him, folding her arms over her chest.

*****

The next scene is of actress Aang, wearing a Koizilla costume, as tiny Fire Nation ships are being pulled across the stage by ropes. Actress Aang in the Koizilla costume stomps on them as she waves a doll of Zhao.

*Laughs* “The Avatar is back to save the day! Yay!” she cheers as she stomps three more ships before tripping over her Koizilla costume and falling just as the curtain drops, signaling the end of act one of the play.

The audience cheers and Toph laughs while you and the others all groan in disgust.

It’s now the intermission and you and the others are currently sitting on a flight of stairs outside of the theatre.

“So far, this intermission is the best part of the play.” Zuko says as he leans against the railing.

*Hmph* “I’ll say.” you agree as you sit on the railing next to him.

“Apparently, the playwright thinks I'm an idiot who tells bad jokes about meat all the time!” Sokka exclaims irritably as he walks down the stairs holding a bag of flaming fire flakes and sits next to Suki.

“Yeah, you tell bad jokes about plenty of other topics.” Suki replies with a hint of sarcasm.

“I know!” Sokka exclaims as he eats a fire flake.

“At least the Sokka actor kind of looks like you.” Aang says angrily which makes Sokka turn to him while Suki gleefully smiles. “That woman playing the Avatar doesn't resemble me at all!”

“I don't know, you are more in touch with your feminine side than most guys.” Toph replies.

Aang stands up from the stairs angrily. “Argh!”

“Relax, Aang.” Katara says, causing you, Sokka, Suki, Toph, Zuko and Aang to turn to her. “They're not accurate portrayals. It's not like I'm a preachy crybaby who can't resist giving over emotional speeches about hope all the time.”

Nobody says anything to her about her comment.

“What?” she asks.

Aang turns around and sits back down on the stairs. “Yeah, that's not you at all.”

“Listen friends, it's obvious that the playwright did his research. I know it must hurt, but what you're seeing up there on that stage is the truth.” Toph says.

She does have a point. The playwright did do his research, but this play is just terrible. Not to mention, you are not that rude and mean to your siblings, or anyone that you know for that matter!

“Well, here we are in the Earth Kingdom!” ‘Katara’ sang out. “I'd better have a look around to see if I can find an earthbending teacher!” ‘Aang’ says as she opens up her miniature air glider prop and jumps into the air, a cable lifting her up.

“This is it, this must be where I come in!” Toph says, sounding really excited. 

Actress Aang flies around the theater, over the audience, and returns to the stage. “I flew all over town, but I couldn't find a single earthbending master!” she says as she looks out towards the crowd.

“Here it comes…” you hear Toph say joyfully.

“You can't find an earthbending master in the sky,” A tall, buff man says as he enters the stage from a trapdoor beneath a rock prop. “you have to look underground!” he continues as he throws the prop over to the side.

At the sight of him, you, Aang, Sokka, Suki, and Katara laugh while Zuko looks up from the piece of paper he holds in stunned silence.

“Who are you?” Actress Aang asks.

The man spits to the side before smirking. “My name's Toph,” He the flexes his muscles. “because it sounds like tough, and that's just what I am!” he finishes, which makes the audience laugh.

“Wait a minute,” Toph says as she picks at her ear with her pinky. “I sound like a guy. A really buff guy.”

“Well Toph, what you hear up there is the truth. It hurts, doesn't it?” Katara asks, throwing what Toph had said to us about the play and the actors playing us earlier back at her.

“Are you kidding me? I wouldn't have cast it any other way!” Toph exclaims. She laughs. “At least it's not a flying bald lady!”

“So, you're blind?” ‘Aang’ asks as she waves her hand over the guy playing Toph’s face.

Actor Toph laughs at the action. “I can see you doing that. I see everything that you see, except I don't "see" like you do. I release a sonic wave from my mouth.” He turns to the trio and screams loudly in their faces.

You hold your ears in pain from how loud his scream is.

“There. I got a pretty good look at you.”

You watch as a spotlight rises over the stage only to reveal the actors playing Zuko and Iroh. Only this time, Zuko’s hair is not in the ponytail like it was earlier in the play.

You cover your mouth with your hand to stifle your laughter at the sight of him which causes Zuko to turn around and glare at me.

“Zuko, it's time we had a talk…” ‘Iroh’ says as he points at ‘Zuko’. “about your hair, it's gone too far!”

“Maybe it's best if we... split... up!” ‘Zuko’ says before he and ‘Iroh’ walk away from each other.

The play continues as the actors and actresses act out our adventures in the Earth Kingdom.

You watch as actor Jet acts all crazy after putting on googly eyes.

“No, Jet! What did they do to you?” Actress Aang asks.

“Must... serve... Earth King!” ‘Jet’ as he begins to swing his hook hands wildly, almost hitting actress Aang and Actor Sokka. “Must... destroy!”

A hollow rock prop then begins to float down onto the stage.

Actor Jet falls down so that he lands underneath the prop and crawls all the way under it.

You tilt your head in confusion. ‘What just happened?’

“Did Jet just... die?” Zuko asks, clearly confused as well.

“You know, it was really unclear.” Sokka replies with a shrug.

“Yeah, I’ll say.” you agree with a nod as you're confused about what had just happened on stage.

That was certainly weird to watch.

****

The scene changes to the crystal catacombs where Katara and Zuko are alone.

You have to admit that you’ve been somewhat curious as to what happened between Katara and Zuko when they were in the catacombs together even if both of them (more specifically Katara) have told you what had happened between them.

“I have to admit Prince Zuko, I really find you attractive!” ‘Katara’ says.

“You don't have to make fun of me.” ‘Zuko’ says to her from his spot on a rock prop with his arms and legs crossed.

“But I mean it!” ‘Katara’ replies as she sits down with actor Zuko. “I've had eyes for you since the day you first captured me!”

You raise an eyebrow at what’s happening on stage in front of you. Surely this didn’t happen when Katara and Zuko were alone in the catacombs together, especially with how Katara acted towards Zuko when he first joined you all.

Actor Zuko stands up. “Wait, I thought you were the Avatar's girl!”

“The Avatar?” ‘Katara’ laughs as she stands up and starts walking toward actor Zuko. “Why, he's like a little brother to me! *Laughs* I certainly don't think of him in a romantic way.”

You squint your eyes at the actors with a deep frown on your face.

“Besides, how could he ever find out about... this?” ‘Katara’ asks as she and ‘Zuko’ embrace, holding hands while actress Katara pops up one leg.

You scoff and cross your arms over your chest, looking away from the stage in disgust.

As you do this, you see Aang getting up from his spot in front of you.

“Oh, you're getting up?” Sokka whispers. “Can you get me some fire flakes?” he asks him as he leaves before he puts his arm around Suki who leans into his side. “Ooh, and fire gummies!” he says while leaning over you so that Aang can still hear him.

As he puts his arm back around Suki, both of you looking at him slightly annoyed.

****

The next part of the play is when Zuko betrayed Iroh and went with Azula. Your actress is on stage as well, looking at ‘Zuko’ with a worried expression on her face.

“Well, my brother, what's it going to be? Your nation, or a life of treachery?” ‘Azula’ asks. 

‘Iroh’ stops drinking from the cup in his hands and says; “Choose treachery, it's more fun!”

Actor Zuko walks toward Actor Iroh and the actress that’s playing you.

“No way!” ‘Azula’ exclaims.

Actor Zuko pushes Actor Iroh over and walking over to ‘Azula’. “I hate you, Uncle! You smell, and I hate you for all time!” ‘Zuko’ exclaims.

At his words your actress falls to her knees sobbing like crazy as the Earth Kingdom flag falls on actor Iroh and your actress as actress Azula and actor Zuko exit.

A tear falls down your cheek at the memory of that night in the catacombs. The night that your life changed forever…

“You didn't really say that, did you?” you hear Katara ask as she looks at Zuko who’s leaning on the balcony railing, his chin laying on his forearms. “I might as well have…” Zuko replies as he turns his head away from the stage, a frown coming to his face at the memory.

Seeing the sad expression on his face, you get up from your seat and take the seat next to him, placing your hand on his shoulder. At your touch, Zuko sits up and wraps his arm around your shoulders, causing you to lean into him, a smile coming to your face as you turn your attention back to the stage.

You watch as the actresses playing Mai and Tylee take out the Earth King’s guards. And let’s just say, the way that they acted it out is not realistic at all.

After Tylee and Mai pose and the audience applauds, actress Aang jumps in from behind the set, landing in front of actress Mai and actress Tylee.

“Avatar State, yip yip!” ‘Aang’ exclaims as the lights on the stage go out causing her tattoos and eyelids to glow as a stagehand then runs across the stage and ties a rope to her.

‘Aang’ closes her eyes while the rope lifts her into the air.

A moment later, actress Azula jumps on stage from behind the smoke. “Not if my lightning can help it!” she exclaims as she throws a blue streamer at actress Aang.

Actress Aang grabs the blue stream and starts to shake and scream, feigning pain before she goes limp.

Actress Aang's limp body is slowly lowered to the stage and actresses Ty Lee and Mai pose on both sides of actress Azula, who stands in front of Actress Aang. “The Avatar is no more!” ‘Azula’ exclaims to the crowd, making the audience cheer and applaud loudly while the others and I look at the stage and actors in disgust.

During the second intermission, you sit on the floor next to Zuko, your arms crossed over your chest as you lean your head on his shoulder, still trying to comfort him in some sort of way since you know that this play is bringing back memories of what had happened between him and Iroh back in Ba Sing Se.

“It seems like every time there's a big battle, you guys barely make it out alive. I mean, you guys lose a lot!” Suki says from her spot next to you as she turns to Sokka.

“You're one to talk, Suki. Didn't Azula take you captive?” Sokka asks her rhetorically. “That's right, she did!” he exclaims while leaning in close to her face.

Suki gives Sokka a serious look. “Are you trying to get on my bad side?”

Sokka leans away from her, raises his arms up in defense. “I'm just saying…”

“Does anyone know where Aang is?” Katara asks you and the others.

“He left to get me fire gummies, like, ten minutes ago. And I'm still waiting!” Sokka replies.

Katara looks down at you and you shrug, not knowing where Aang went, all you know is that he left and didn’t come back into the theater when the second intermission started.

Katara turns. “I'm gonna check outside.”

She walks towards the balcony we were on for the first intermission, to see if Aang’s there.

******

You continue sitting on the floor next to Zuko who’s sulking even more than usual, just ignoring everything that’s going on around you.

You’re actually too zoned out to even notice Suki and Sokka leaving.

“Geez, everyone's getting so upset about their characters. Even you two seem more down than usual, and that's saying something!” Toph says, referring to you and Zuko.

“You don't get it, it's different for you. You get a muscly version of yourself, taking down ten bad guys at once, and making sassy remarks.” Zuko replies. He’s right. The actor that plays Toph is actually a good match for her, whereas the rest of you… not so much…

“Yeah, that's pretty great!” Toph smiles, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“But for me, it takes all the mistakes I've made in my life, and shoves them back in my face.” Zuko says. “My uncle, he's always been on my side, even when things were bad. He was there for me, he taught me so much, and how do I repay him? With a knife in his back. It's my greatest regret, and I may never get to redeem myself.”

You’re about to reassure him that he has redeemed himself to Iroh because he’s here with you and the others, but Toph beats you to it. “You have redeemed yourself to your uncle.” she says to him as she sits down on the other side of him. “You don't realize it, but you already have.”

“How do you know?” Zuko asks her.

“Because I once had a long conversation with the guy, and all he would talk about was you.” Toph answers.

Zuko pulls his hood down. “Really?”

“Yeah, and it was kind of annoying.” Toph answers.

“Oh, sorry.” Zuko apologizes.

“But it was also very sweet.” Toph reassures him. “All your uncle wanted was for you to find your own path, and see the light. Now you're here with us. He'd be proud.”

Zuko looks at you as she says this and you give him a smile along with a nod.

That’s when Toph punches Zuko on the shoulder, causing Zuko to bump into you, almost knocking you over.

“Ow! What was that for?” Zuko asks her while you just silently glare at the blind earthbender for doing that.

“That's how I show affection.” Toph responds with a small smile.

“And this,” you begin while cupping Zuko’s cheek in your hand, bringing his head closer to you. “is how I show affection.” you smile before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, causing his cheeks to turn pink.

Before Zuko can even say anything about what you just did, a small boy in an Aang costume comes by and stops right in front of Zuko. “Your Zuko costume's pretty good, but your scar's on the wrong side.” he says to Zuko before running off. 

Zuko leans off of the wall in anger. “The scar's not on the wrong side!” he exclaims after the boy before leaning back on the wall again, covering his head and face with his hood as you and Toph both giggle at what had just happened.

The third act starts up after the second intermission and you and the others troop back into the theatre. By this point, you’re not even into the play anymore… You just sit next to Zuko with your head on his shoulder and his arm around your shoulders, keeping you close to him.

You’ve been staring at the stage blankly, not really paying attention to what’s happening on stage.

“Here's what you missed... we went to the Fire Nation, and you got better, and Katara was the Painted Lady, and I got a sword, and I think Combustion Man died.” you hear Sokka list off and you assume that Aang has come back inside and sat down next to him and Suki behind you. “Oh, look, the Invasion's about to start! Shhh!” he shhh’s and you start paying attention to the play again, even though you really don’t want too…

“I just wanted to let you know, Aang, that I'll always love you. Like a brother.” Actress Katara says to actress Aang as they both stand on a submarine prop. Actress Aang punches the air as she smiles at her. “I wouldn't want it any other way!”

The two of them shake hands and then actress Aang opens his miniature glider and flies up via a rope.

“Hey Toph, would you say you and Aang have a "rocky relationship"?” ‘Sokka’ asks ‘Toph’ which makes the audience laugh.

You jump in your seat as you hear Sokka laughing hysterically behind you. “I told him to say that!” he says as you turn to glare at him as he lifts Aang’s hat from his head.

You roll your eyes at your brother as you sit normally again with Zuko’s arm going around your shoulders again.

“I hope everyone's ready for the Invasion! Slap-a-pow!” Actor Sokka exclaims, causing the audience and Sokka to laugh once again.

*******

The curtain rises and the stage is set up to look like the inside of the Royal Palace.

Actress and actor you, Katara, Toph, and Sokka enter from the sides of the stage, while actress Aang is dropped from above the stage.

“We finally made it to the Royal Palace, but no one's home!” Actress Aang says to the other actresses and actors.

That’s when a figure comes onto the stage from stage right, causing the other actors to get into their battle stances.

You chuckle at the sight of actor Zuko’s hair as it’s all slicked back and spiky.

“Actually, I'm home, and I want to join you!” Actor Zuko says.

Actor Sokka lowers his boomerang. “I guess we have no choice. Come on!”

And with that all of them exit the stage.

“I guess that's it. The play's caught up to the present now.” Sokka says from behind you. “Wait, the play's not over!” Suki says to him. “But it is over, unless…” Sokka begins. “this is the future.” he finishes dramatically which makes you roll your eyes.

****

The stage is dark for a moment before Actor Ozai steps onto the stage, standing on the Royal Palace prop, an orange lantern held by a small cable with paper flames slowly moving across the stage behind him. “With the energy harnessed from that comet, no one will be able to stop… the Fire Nation!” he exclaims as he raises his arms into the air.

Actress Azula then comes onto the stage and kneels before him. “Father, Zuko and the Avatar are at the Palace. They're trying to stop you!” she says to him. “You take care of Zuko. I shall face the Avatar myself!” ‘Ozai’ exclaims before he disappears behind a smokescreen.

Actor Zuko and your actress jump onto the stage as actress Aang lowers down onto the stage by the rope, connected to her back.

“Aang! You find the Fire Lord, I'll hold her off!” ‘Zuko’ says and the cable lifts actress Aang off stage. “No Zuko, you can’t face Azula on your own!” your actress exclaims as she clutches on ‘Zuko’s’ arm desperately. “I have to (Y/N)! Not only for my honor,” ‘Zuko’ begins as he pulls your actress closer to him. “but for you as well.” he continues before he crashes his lips against hers in a deep kiss.

You turn your head over to Zuko, a deep blush on your cheeks, only to see him already looking at you, a deep blush on his cheeks as well.

“Ugh!” you hear actress Azula groan out in disgust, causing you to turn back to the stage.

You see your actress and actor Zuko pulling away from each other, looking at actress Azula.

“You are no longer my brother. You are an enemy!” ‘Azula’ exclaims angrily.

“No! I am the rightful heir to the throne!” ‘Zuko’ exclaims back as your actress runs off the stage.

“We'll see!” Actress Azula grins evilly as she pulls out her blue streamer, snapping it at ‘Zuko’ who ducks out of the way.

The two actors exchange blows for a few more moments before actress Azula raises her hand not holding the blue streamer. Five red paper resembling flames shoot from the ground starting at actress Azula, the last one covering actor Zuko so that only his silhouette can be seen.

“Honor!” ‘Zuko’ exclaims before he drops off stage through a trapdoor with the flames.

Once actor Zuko disappears under the stage, actress Azula turns to the audience and bows, causing the audience to cheer.

Your eyes are wide in worry as you look up at Zuko, who looks just as worried as you are as he looks down at the stage.

*****

After convincing yourself that this is just a play, and the playwright is just ending the play to where the Fire Nation wins the war, you turn back to the stage to see actress Aang walking across the stage, looking around.

“So, you have mastered all four elements?” Actor Ozai asks as a spotlight reveals him to her. “Yeah, and now you're going down!” Actress Aang exclaims as she points her staff prop at him.

“No! It is you who are going down!” Actor Ozai grins. He stands up from the throne that he was sitting in. “You see, you are too late! The comet is already here, and I'm unstoppable!” he yells, causing actress Aang to look at the audience in concern.

Actor Ozai wields two red streamers and he attacks actress Aang, who jumps out of the way.

Actress Aang turns back to actor Ozai and opens her glider, which now has two small blue banners pop out.

The two of them continue to exchange blows until actress Aang lands after jumping over actor Ozai when actor Ozai sends a large red sheet painted as fire at her.

Actress Aang becomes wrapped in the fire blanket. “Noooo...!” she exclaims as she falls to the stage with her eyes closed.

Actress Azula enters on stage behind actor Ozai. “It is over, Father. We've done it!” she grins triumphantly.

“Yes! We have done it!” Actor Ozai agrees, an evil grin on his face. “The dreams of my father, and my father's father, have now been realized!” He continues as large fire sheets rise behind him and a platform lifts him up. A Fire Nation flag drops behind him a second later. “The world... is... mine!”

You watch as the rest of the audience give the play a standing ovation, all the while you and the others stare at the stage concerned by the events portrayed on stage.

When it’s finally time to exit the theatre, you and the others don’t hesitate to leave, happy to leave and go back to the beach house.

You and Zuko walk side by side in front of everyone else.

“That... wasn't a good play.” Zuko says, breaking the tense silence as you all walk down the road toward the beach.

You nod in agreement to Zuko’s statement. “I'll say.” 

“No kidding.”

“Horrible.”

“You said it.”

The others agree as well, the only one to not say anything being Sokka as he says: “But the effects were decent.”

You sigh with a roll of your eyes. Trust Sokka to think of something positive out of all this.

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katara jerks awake, her heart pounding in her chest.

"whoa," her brother says, "-easy there. breathe."

slowly, katara lets herself. her head is groggy and her body feels heavy, but as she takes in and lets out a few deep breaths, that starts to ebb. she looks up at her brother in confusion, wondering what he's doing here. the last thing she remembers, she was with zuko. they were fighting azula...

wait. zuko.

"where's zuko, sokka?" katara asks. "azula-"

sokka just stares at her- and then throws his arms around her, pulling her into a crushing hug. is he... crying? she frowns and lightly touches the back of his head. she's definitely not in the fire nation palace anymore. actually, she doesn't really know where she is. why are she and sokka wearing fire nation clothing again?

then everything comes back to her in a rush.

she remembers rushing to zuko's side, and then-

-and then she'd woken up in her bed in the fire nation. she'd gone to greet her father, and...

"sokka," she whispers, "-let go. i'm gonna barf."

her brother mercifully lets her, and katara vomits the contents of last night's dinner all over the floor. she'll apologize to hama later and clean it up. right now she's just trying to process the fact that somehow, reality had been altered, and she's- she's not her mother's daughter anymore.

she's yon-rha's.

...she had a little more vomit in her.

(she could feel her inner flame flicker in her chest, a sharp reminder that she wasn't a waterbender anymore either.)

"easy there," sokka says, "-it's rough when you get your memories all back. did you...?"

"-remember that i'm the daughter of mom's murderer now?" katara spits. "yeah. i remember."

"...she's alive, you know," sokka says, "-in this reality."

katara looks up at him, her eyes going wide. she asks if that's true, and he nods his head. he's spoken with her and everything. we might not be her children in this reality, but he tells her she'd love the chance to meet her. zuko's told their parents so much about them.

right. zuko.

katara lets her brother guide her down into hama's kitchen where the others are waiting for her. sokka gives them a thumbs up and before she knows it, they're all dogpiling on her- even zuko. she closes her eyes and savors the feeling all while apologizing for putting them through so much these past few months.

"i mean," zuko quirks a grin, "-i don't think i have much of a right to complain."

she sits at the table and puts some food in her stomach as she listens to their story. she already knows half of it, but she'd never believed it. it had all sounded like such nonsense to her, but now she knew it was absolutely true. aang had tried something called energybending on ozai to take away his bending- but he'd failed, and it had backfired. the reality they were in now was one that had been rewritten by ozai.

...and aang was still in his clutches.

she thinks about him. she was the closest of any of them to him in this reality, but... that wasn't the aang she knew. he was basically a shell of himself, under ozai's control. it made her gut twist, but she refused to hurl a third time. now that they were all back together, they had a chance to actually free him and set things right.

she took in and let out a deep breath, steeling herself.

"alright," she says, "-where do we start?"

oh great. they're back in hama's village.

sokka tries not to act too obviously like he's dragging his feet. toph just gives him a reassuring pat on the back. zuko and suki just look clueless- mostly because they are. they hadn't been with them when they'd had to deal with hama. you know. in the original timeline. that wasn't this one. back when sokka wasn't an earthbender or a former dai li agent or any of that nonsense.

but hey! this was a new timeline! maybe there was no hama in this timeline.

...that thought still felt mean, somehow. he'd hated what she'd made katara go through, but he'd still felt sympathy for hama in the end. he thinks he can understand how she got so messed up. the prison the fire nation put her in? it sounded beyond awful. it doesn't justify the pain she put countless innocent people through, but...

...oh wait. speaking of katara.

"you know," toph remarks dryly, "-i'm getting real tired of your sister attacking us."

yeah, he couldn't argue with that. turns out his sister is even better at tracking zuko than zuko ever was at tracking them. which was saying something, because zuko had never been bad at that. the irony of katara chasing zuko had long since worn thin. he'd just like his sister back now, thanks.

a burst of water explodes from out of a tree and slams katara back into one- then freezes her there. sokka looks at toph. that wasn't her doing. and he's seen that technique before, so...

"children," hama calls out to them, "-come with me. hurry."

sokka just stands there stock still, as suki and zuko shove him along. toph grips his hand tight. she's not afraid, but she remembers what hama did in the original timeline. his gaze flickers briefly back towards his sister, who is just... sort of watching hama with wide eyes. like the sight of the old woman sparked something in her.

or maybe she's just stunned at there being a waterbender in the fire nation. he doesn't know.

hama leads them into the village. she says they can hide here for awhile- and her gaze lingers on zuko's face as she says that. the village needs help, she explains, and fire lord azula doesn't seem inclined to send it. people have been disappearing during the full moon, and she knows someone spirit touched when she sees one. if you can help, the villagers will overlook... certain things.

...and sokka stops in his tracks. he looks at toph.

she shakes her head. her waterbending sense or whatever can still help her tell when people are lying. and hama? she's telling the truth. she wants them to help with the missing persons crisis. sokka quietly asks if he has any idea who or what is behind it. the old woman gets a grim look on her face, and tells them that the only one who escaped their grasp thus far described it as some sort of shadow.

he looks at toph. hama is telling the truth.

...if villagers are still going missing, and hama isn't the one behind it this time, then...

...who is?

[starry-bi-sky]

Hello Starry! I just had a thought about your Danyal al Ghul AU, and didn't have anyone else to share it with, so here we go:

If in this universe Bruce is Jewish, and Danny knows this(probably from a google search), he may wear a Star of David necklace to have a piece of his father with him at all times, since he knows he will never get to meet him. Or maybe the necklace sits in a box under a floorboard, because he can't stand the constant reminder of the father he'll never get to have. Maybe he observes Sam and her family celebrate Jewish holidays, or he learns how to by himself, but uses the time to mourn, instead of celebrate.

Anyways, hope all is well, and thank you for sharing your writing!

AAHHHH??? YOUR BRAIN??? Thank you!! I love sharing my writing, it soothes my need for attention lol. lmao, even. (Also how did you know i was thinking of my danyal al ghul au today -- i have an unfinished draft that i was thinking of delving into after my work meeting) also aahh!!!!!!!! im so happy that you wanted to share your thoughts with me about it <333

But dude BOTH of these ideas are soo?? GOOD and ANGSTY. I love angsty. Danny would for sure know if Bruce was Jewish, lil guy did an obsessive amount of research on his dad the moment he got his hands on a computer and figured out how they worked. Danny has like, a three inch thick folder almost on his father alone. Anything he could get his hands on, he's got it. That thickness is almost exclusively from his first like, six months in Amity Park. He keeps it in a box in his closet, along with his growing-folder on Damian and his achievements as Damian Wayne. He pages through it when he's feeling like mourning.

First off: him wearing a Star of David necklace to feel connected to Bruce. That is SO sad and I love it so much. He bought it with an allowance he'd been given when he first started living with the Fentons, he keeps it tucked under his shirt so nobody even knows he has it. Sam and Tucker don't until it slips out while he's hanging out with them and when they ask him about it, Danny very reluctantly tells them that his father is Jewish. When he's distracted, nervous, or sad, he fidgets with it. How this looks is that he looks like he's kinda rubbing his chest, like ungrasping and grasping something.

Second Off: him keeping it in a box under the floorboards. That is also so, so good. He's got it in the box along with a few other things that remind him of his father and Damian and his mother. He takes it out when he's feeling particularly lonely and homesick, it's a feeling that never really goes away even after five years of living in Amity Park. It's like a longing for something you'll never see again, but isn't that just how grief works? i can just imagine him sitting against the bed, late at night and back from patrol. He's still in his ghost form, his katana laid on the ground next to him, and his almost bird-like cape pooling down beside him as he cups the necklace in his hand like he's cradling an egg. Maybe he's bleeding from somewhere, and he's telling the necklace about patrol, murmured soft in Arabic.

When he finds out Sam is Jewish he probably, after much consideration, asks if he can observe their holidays -- after all, researching Jewish holidays only does so much. Sam agrees when he explains why, much to her parents chagrin, and he sometimes tags along. But once he gets an understanding of how they go, he starts doing it on his own. Somewhat. He celebrates with Sam for most of it, and then has some time to himself where he celebrates it on his own. So it's a little bit of both.

^^^ which brings me to thinking about my danyal snippet here where Sam is at a Wayne gala and tears into her parents over Danny in front of Bruce. And it's making me think of, with this idea in mind, Sam in a moment of emotional impulsivity, saying "I know that he wears a Star of David because his father is Jewish and he wants to be closer to him, because he loves him so very fucking much." And while saying that, briefly makes direct eye contact with Bruce as a way to tell him "I know you're his fucking dad. Look at the son you have left behind."

If only for the emotional gut punch that can leave Bruce with. 🥰

Thank you for the ask! I had a lot of fun responding to it, have a fantastic evening/day/night.

[mrsbarnesblog]

just us

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summary: a situation between pogues and kooks at the beach made Rafe rethink his priorities

word count: 1.8k.

warnings: season 4 spoilers, established relationship, mention of the dead turtle, that hoe Ruthie, protective Rafe

a/n: i'm obsessed with season 4, y'all. absolutely in love with everything that's going on and especially with Rafe being in a better place with a girl that he actually likes 🥹 this scene at the beach with turtles just made me sob, so I really need someone to drag that bitch by her hair. sorry not sorry.

Your heart was beating with adrenaline from the scene that just happened at the beach, with Topper’s girlfriend almost running over the pogues and being the usual insane bitch that she was. Rafe stood beside you, silent but shaking his buzzed head in disapproval.

Kie was standing on her knees on the sand, in shock, with juice still dripping down her face and hair. She brushed off the help of her friends, instead standing and picking something up from the ground, without hesitation, going towards the group of people around you. They seemed absolutely delighted by the whole situation, laughing, fist bumping each other, and making you want to punch every single one of them in the face. 

You didn’t even want to be here in the first place, not with a bunch of people with whom you shared mutual hatred towards each other. Rafe was your only connection with them, and it seemed like even for him it was a bit too much. A fun day at a beach with a little surfing competition, where even Topper and JJ seemed to have some fun together, took the wrong turn way too quickly.

“Look what you did! Is this okay?” Kie stopped in front of Ruthie, reaching out her hand to show something that you weren’t able to see, but by the look on her face it was obviously serious to her. “There was a turtle hatch, you idiots! You drove right over it!” Your stomach twisted at the realization, and you took a step closer to see it yourself. 

“Oh my God.” You whispered, catching a glimpse of a tiny dead turtle with a crushed shell laying in the palm of her hand. So little and harmless that the picture of it brought tears to your eyes. 

“Don’t look, baby.” Rafe’s deep voice mumbled near your ear, with a warm hand sprawled across your back to try to distract you, but you shook your head, unable to take your eyes off it. 

“All right, but it was only one.” Ruthie said with her usual attitude, nonchalantly pointing to the rest of the turtles that, luckily, were perfectly fine. Your mouth opened in disbelief, and you looked at Rafe to see him uncomfortably rubbing the back of his head. 

“I’m so sorry, Kie…” You whispered to her, stepping further away from the kooks, eyes drifting again to the dead animal in her hand. No matter how hard you tried to fit in with Rafe and his friends, you could never be one of them if it meant to be a bunch of pompous and cruel rich kids. You thought that, maybe it was time for you to finally admit that. 

“It’s not your fault, Y/N.” She briefly looked at you, because despite not being friends, there never were any arguments between you and the rest of the pogues, always keeping cool and friendly with each other. “There’s something wrong with you, people.” Kiara looked back at the kooks with disgust written all over her face. 

“I’m leaving, Rafe.” Barely holding back your tears, you looked back at your boyfriend, before picking up your beach bag from the sand and turning around. “I’m sorry again for them, Kie.”

“No, wait, Y/N.” He pushed through the crowd, wide-eyed, quickly approaching you and grasping your wrist. “This is not—“

“I don’t want to be here. I didn’t sign up to hang out with your friends when I started dating you, okay?” You groaned in frustration, attempting to move, but Rafe stopped you. “I don’t even know why we’re here, why you are here, when you clearly don’t enjoy it anymore.” 

“Listen, this is not so easy, okay?” He rolled his eyes, but you knew it was not fully directed at you; Rafe was already struggling with trusting those around him, and the fact that you slowly but steadily made him reconsider his current surroundings did not help. 

“You are not like them, they are not your friends, don’t you understand it?” The pure desperation was speaking in you, searching for the answers in his eyes. You overheard some people laughing at you, as they were too confident that Rafe would never listen to someone like you, someone from the cut, not even realizing the war that was currently going on in his head. 

He was silent, thinking, making his already overwhelmed mind go hundred miles per hour to figure something out, because you were right. The more time had passed, the more the two of you were together, the less Rafe found himself enjoying the presence of his old friends, the less he wanted to do that childish bullshit. 

“This dumb fucking bitch almost ran over people and killed an innocent animal because her big ego got hurt, do you understand?! So I’m leaving. Alone or with you.” You almost whispered the last part to him, too scared that he'd not choose you. At the end of the day, you were a pogue, and no matter how much you tried, you would never be good enough for Rafe. 

“What did you just call me?” Ruthie arched a brow, now shooting daggers at you. 

“I called you a dumb fucking bitch, didn’t you hear me?” You spat, finally having a good enough reason to tell the truth right in her face. “Or are you too stupid to get that through your thick scull?” 

“That’s rich, coming for a pogue. It’s just a cycle of life. And if you, losers, are so offended by that, it’s not my problem.” 

“A cycle of life? Getting flattened by a truck is not a cycle of life.” Kiara pushed Ruthie with her hand, and it nearly turned into a fight, with JJ standing by his girlfriend's side. You turned away from them, too frustrated and drained to bother listening to the rest of the conversation, your gaze shifting to Rafe, who still held your hand.

“I want to leave. Stay here if you want to, I don’t care. I’m done with them, Rafe.” Your teary eyes met his blue ones, and he shook his head, pulling you closer with your forearms. The mere thought of you leaving him, angry and upset, triggered a whirlwind of panic within him.

“Hey, no, I’m not staying, okay?” Rafe's hands, now much gentler and delicate, touched your cheeks, wiping away a few tears that you could not keep back. Rafe had never been too comfortable with the display of emotions, and he was pretty sure that it was the first time he had actually seen you cry. And he knew how much you had always carried for animals, how you petted every stray cat or a dog on the street, and how you hated any form of violence against them. 

The pulsating and aching feeling in his chest at the sight of your tears made him want to drop everything, or rather, eliminate everyone who had upset you, and just hold you in his arms. 

“Aw, look at you.” You heard that annoying voice behind you back again, pulling you out of the bubble in which you fell, and turning around, you saw that Kie and JJ were no longer there. Your eyes instantly rolled back as Ruthie looked at you with her usual fake sympathy, crossing her arms over her chest. “Go back to your side of the island, you’re not one of us. Don’t even know why Rafe bothers to bring you here when you’re just another dirty toy to—“

Rafe left your side before she could finish her sentence, looming over her with the most furious expression you had ever seen on his face. Everyone and everything seemed to fall silent for a moment, and you held your breath, unsure what he would do. “Wanna say some bullshit about her? Try to do it right in my face and see what happens.”

“You’re not seriously protecting the pogue. She’s not on our side.” Her smile faded, her eyes now nervously looking between Rafe and Topper, who was standing behind her back. 

“C’mon, Rafe…” He started, but quickly shut his mouth as soon as Rafe turned his head towards him with a silent threat. You felt your heartbeat quickening as the atmosphere started to get even more intense. Everyone around you also started arguing and saying God knows what, but Rafe was awfully calm, and it frightened you even more. 

You moved closer to them as you made your way through the warm sand, until you were able to place a comforting hand on your boyfriend's back. He was so tense under your touch that it amazed you how the hell he was not shaking because of it. The only times you had ever seen him behaving that way was when people whispered something about his father behind his back.

“It’s okay, Ray.” You whispered, kissing his shoulder and sliding your hand down his back to take a hold of his bicep. 

“You’re lucky that I don’t hit women. But if I hear a single word about my girlfriend again, you will regret it, I promise you." Your stomach flattered from the way he protected you, from the way his friends opened their mouths in shock at his words. Even Topper and Kelce were too stunned to speak, sending each other weird glances. “Control, your crazy bitch, Top.” 

As if nothing had happened, Rafe stepped back, throwing a protective hand over your shoulders and guiding you away from the group. He was silent for a whole walk towards his truck, only stopping near the passenger door and turning you to face him. 

His worried blue eyes were almost shining under the bright and hot sun and you saw words forming in his head and sitting at the tip of his tongue. You waited another minute, while Rafe was focused on your necklace, thinking. His hands found a place on your waist, rubbing circles into your skin, until he finally took a deep breath and looked up. 

“You’re right.” He said simply. “I’m not this person anymore. That shit with racing with pogues was fun and all, but I didn’t like what happened today.” You half smiled, nodding and encouraging him to talk. “If—if I want to be like my dad, I need to have my priorities straight. No more of this bullshit, no more fake ass people, yeah? You’re the only one who's been here for me for a long fucking time. You’re the only one who I can trust, baby.”

His hand cupped your cheek, eyes focused solemnly on you, before he lowered himself closer to you to place a kiss on your lips. 

“This is the right decision. You’ve overgrown them, you’re a better man now. And i’ll be here for you whenever you need me, I promise. I guess it’s just us now." Your body sagged against his, too wrapped in the comfort of his presence to even care about anything else. Your lips brushed against his, making Rafe groan.

“Just us, baby.”

[ocegion]

The (unintentionally) funniest things in the very serious vampire novel Dracula by Bram Stoker, in my most humble personal opinion

Count Dracula, whose only topic of interest is his own glory as a warlord of times past, dressing up as a servant and cooking, setting the table and folding sheets among other housework to fool Jonathan, probably while muttering to himself 'it's okay Vlad you're still cool you're still cool' over and over again

Dracula throwing a fit at Lucy's window while in bat form like 'You shut out Dracula? You shut him out like the mosquito? Oh, vampirism for you! Vampirism for you for all eternity!'

Dracula, once again at a window while in bat form trying to listen to Van Helsing planning his demise, and being fucking shot at by Quincey Morris and having to flee like 'wait what the FUCK was that???'

On the topic of how trigger-happy Morris is; Van Helsing going on about all the traditional lore on how to figh vampires and Morris saying 'how about we just fucking shoot him' 'yes we'll take that into account too, extra credit'

'oh lmao it's that bitch Harker, can't believe he made it out of my cas- shit he's got a knife' *immediately jumps out the window and flees the country*

Mina, fully and acutely aware of evertything relating to Lucy's death, otherwise the most sensible character in the novel: Last night I dreamed about the creature from hell that lives literally next door and I woke up this morning feeling absolutely awful. I'm sure it's nothing worth mentioning tho

Dracula's demise being larlegy in part due to the fact that he spends most of his time dealing with English bureaucracy and leaving his mail lying around. like the lord of darkness himself sitting in an office to buy a ship ticket, being cryptic and edgy while the worker is just like 'yeah whatever here you go, next' is something that actually happens in the novel

[greenfiend]

Absolutely yes.

SO MUCH toxicity here honestly. The amount of bullying behaviours I've seen under the guise of "social justice" or whatever is just plainly pathetic. Look at yourselves. What are you actually doing to positively contribute to the world? Assuming the worst of strangers to make yourself feel better for a few minutes? Take a step back, and reflect on why you think your behaviour is appropriate or positive in any way shape or form. Stop using distractions like social media to numb your emotions and feelings. Actually spend time sitting there to think and reflect on yourself and your actions. Look deep into yourself for once and learn some humility.

Young people these days believe in very black and white deontological thinking. As in whether things are "right" or "wrong" and completely ignoring the consequences of their own actions. News flash, the way your behaviour impacts others absolutely matters and the world is NOT black and white. People are complex and have many flaws.

If you truly want to become a better person and version of yourself, actually start seeing the best in others. If people around you are exhibiting toxic behaviours, DO NOT REINFORCE THEM. Stand up for what's right, and tell them. If they do not listen or cannot take any criticism, distance yourself from them. Surround yourself with positive people. People who will disagree with you at times but will allow you learn and grow.

And yes, ST has many darker themes going on, if you do not like that aspect of the show... that's perfectly okay! But do not try to police or shame others from talking about them. You may even be inadvertently telling an abuse survivor to not speak about aspects of the show that resonate with them. In what world is that being morally "right"?

Instead of looking for flaws in others, look in the mirror first.

Just FYI.

If you send a mean spirited ask implying things about me in bad faith I won't acknowledge you. Instant block. Please do something better with your time and reflect on why you're perceiving others so negatively.

[gothgoblinbabe]

She Wolf

A/N: I said I was gonna get this done and it took me way too long and has an absurd word count but I am incapable of holding in word vomit! Inspired by She Wolf by Shakira cause idc its GOOD and it got me thinking' so here it is. Also you don't have to listen to the song as you read but I think It's fun!

Summary: You've got a crush on your best friend and he's a bit of a dick. He regrets it and tries to apologize but you're already trying to push yourself to move on any way you can, even if it's in some shady club you'd never been to before.

Warnings: MDNI 18+, swearing, Logan's kind of an asshole for a minute, Possessive/jealous!Logan, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), friends to lovers cause that's my fave, fem reader, mutant reader, unnamed creepy guy (?) aaaand Logan absolutely has a pain kink. I think that's it but if there's any I missed please let me know!

Word Count: 7K (im so sorry but I'm not though)

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“Are you ever gonna tell him?”

You looked up from your desk towards Ororo’s voice, sighing and taking your glasses off your nose.

“God, I don’t know, ‘ro. I don’t think I should. It’s just going to end with me being humiliated and him never wanting to even be in the same room as me again.”

You’d had a crush on Logan Howlett since the day you first walked through the doors of the mansion six months ago. You’d probably be considered best friends by now with how much time you’d spend together, doing jack shit around the mansion on your days off. Just about everyone could tell he had a soft spot for you and that you had one for him. Logan was a classic ‘tough guy’, constantly trying to hide his kind nature with a hard exterior, but it took only a couple weeks for you to crack that barrier. You weren’t exactly a seemingly ‘soft’ type either.

You’d spent the majority of your life before you joined the X-men hoping from couch to couch and hitching rides with strangers, not really having a destination or a place to call home. You’d been dropped off at a church when you were fourteen, around the time you started to turn every full moon. Your parents couldn’t live with having to chain their mutant daughter in their basement once a month, and so they dropped you where they thought you’d find some ‘help’. You’d been passed from foster home to foster home till you were eighteen, each one passing you up the moment they realized you were not like them. It was always a slip of the mask, something setting you off to make you so enraged your eyes gleam yellow and your sharp canines make an unfortunate appearance. You took off the second you could and being on the road came with its fair share of creeps; men with terrible intentions looking for opportunities. You’d never wanted to hurt anyone - truly - but when cornered by a creep, it was hard to think anyone would miss them. A couple of local newspapers caught on, debating where the wolf that tore men to shreds had gone. You weren’t an animal. You just had teeth like one.

Knowing you couldn’t lurk in town much longer, you’d hitchhiked your way to a camp occupied with people like you; lost with no place to call home. It was there that you’d met a couple of mutants who told you about Charles Xavier and the place that seemed completely unreal until you set your eyes on it. That felt like a lifetime ago by now. 

“I think you're underestimating how he feels about you,” Ororo said, bringing you back to reality. She was sat on the edge of your bed, flipping through one of your magazines as you worked at your computer to try and make a lesson plan for the coming week. 

“I think you’re overestimating how he feels about me,” you let out a short laugh, shaking your head.

Just as she was about to retort, you both heard someone shout your names from the hallway. You looked at each other curiously and left the room, hearing shouting again. 

“Are you guys gonna play Monopoly with us or what?”

You both giggled and made your way downstairs towards Scott’s voice. Him, Jean, Marie, Bobby and Logan were all sat in the living room, the game already set up on the coffee table. Bobby and Marie were picking out their game pieces, assigning everyone else to their own piece.

“Okay, Logan, you’re gonna be the dog,” Marie smiled, dropping the little metal piece into the palm of his hand. 

He was definitely not as amused, “why do I have to be a damn dog?”

Ignoring him, she handed another piece out to Jean, “you’re the thimble.”

She then handed the boat to Scott, the top hat to you, and the iron to Ororo. You all began the game after Scott painstakingly over-explained the rules and how to play. 

It was a good bit into the game that you all became distracted with conversation, eventually leaving the board game untouched. The topic of compatibility came up somehow, the conversation focused on the joy of Bobby and Marie. 

“I think anyone would be lucky to have what you guys have,” Ororo smiled, shifting her gaze between the two of them.

“And what we have, obviously,” Scott joked, hanging his arm around Jean.

“Gross,” Logan chimed in, taking a sip of the beer he’d hidden in the back of the fridge.

“I think someone is jealous,” Ororo said in a singsong voice, poking his arm.

“Of having someone hang on me all the time? No, thanks,” he scoffed.

As stupid as it was, it made you a little sad to hear he had no interest in even entertaining the idea. It wasn’t a surprise, but still a disappointment nonetheless.

Ororo brought up your name and your eyes went huge, silently begging her to keep her mouth shut.

“You don’t seem to mind her hanging on you all the time. I think you’d be cute together,” she said, smiling mischievously at you. Scott and Jean agreed and you had never wanted to smash your head into a coffee table as much as you did in that moment.

“Nah, definitely not my type of girl.”

It was just seven words, out quick without a second thought, and yet it felt like you’d been punched in the gut. You couldn’t take your eyes off the monopoly board on the table, avoiding everyone’s gaze. 

Definitely not my type of girl. 

“I think I should head to bed, it’s getting late,” you mumbled, keeping your head down to hide your blushed face as you got up from the couch and practically ran out of the room and up the stairs. 

“What the hell was that?” Scott scolded Logan the moment you were out of sight.

“That was so mean,” Ororo chimes in, backhanding him on the arm.

“I didn’t mean to be,” Logan said nervously , shrugging his shoulders, “…do you think she’s mad at me?”

“Probably more hurt than mad,” Jean said honestly. 

“Shit,” he sighed, putting his beer down to rub his face with his hands, “what do I say?”

“Not that,” Marie replied, “why did you even say that anyway? You could’ve just said no.”

“I think you like her and you’re being mean so that she wont like you back because you’re afraid,” Ororo said after a moment of silence. 

Logan sat quiet for a moment, his hands still over his face.

“Am I that easy to read?” His voice was muffled through his hands.

The rest of them couldn’t help exchanging knowing smiles.

“So you finally admit it,huh? You’ve got a crush,” Scott teased.

Logan moved his hands from his eyes to glare daggers at him, “you shut your fucking mouth or I’ll shove that monopoly board where the sun doesn’t shine.”

“I think that’s a yes,” Jean whispered to her boyfriend.

“Talk to her when you see her tomorrow. We’re not going to let you hurt her feelings just because you can’t accept your own,” Ororo advised, lightly patting him on the shoulder.

“Do you think she’s even gonna talk to me?”

“Only one way to find out.”

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Logan tried to catch up with you the next day, always seeing you as you were leaving a room he was entering or passing by and even then, you ignored his calls of your name.

It was a little after dinner now and because it was a weekend, a couple of kids were up playing the PlayStation in the living room. Bobby and Marie sat with them, taking turns with the controllers. 

Logan entered the room after about three laps around the mansion, mentioning your name to the both of them.

“Have you guys seen her? I’ve been trying to talk to her all day, she keeps running from me.”

“Can’t really blame her,” Bobby muttered, his eyes never leaving the TV screen as he button smashed. 

“She’s in her room,” Marie answered before Logan could come up with a retort, “she went up before dinner, said she wasn’t hungry.”

He groaned, running a hand through his hair, “she’s skipping dinner now too, great.”

“Go talk to her!” She insisted, shooing him away with a wave of her hand.

He made his way to the stairs and up to your bedroom, knocking lightly on your door. Hearing nothing, he knocked again, a little harder. Still, nothing. 

“You can’t avoid me forever, you know. I wanna talk about yesterday, I was a dick.”

Silence. Now he was a little worried. He tentatively grabbed the doorknob and turned, cracking it open a bit.

Your bed was made, your desk was neatly organized and you were nowhere to be seen. He noticed your purse was gone from the usual spot you’d leave it in and your closet was open, a couple garments and some shoes strewn about on the floor. It looked like you’d gotten dressed and dipped. He figured maybe Ororo or Jean might know where you were, leaving your room and looking for them instead. He found them shortly after, huddled in the kitchen. Again, he asked if either of them knew where you were.

“She’s in her room, she went up before dinner,” Ororo answered.

“No, she’s not. And her purse is gone.”

Both women turned to each other with the same worried expression.

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Having tried your cellphone about thirteen times from just about everybody’s phones, they all decided they had to tell Charles. He used his ability to connect with every mutant on the planet to try and locate you, visualizing with his eyes closed. Everyone stood in his study, anxiously awaiting his conclusion. After a moment of silence, he started to silently chuckle to himself.

“What’s so funny?” Logan asked immediately, crossing his arms and furrowing his eyebrows.

“I’m afraid you all have your work cut out for you,” he replied, finally opening his eyes.

“So, where is she?” Ororo asked, worry in her voice. 

“There is a club called The Nightcrawler - “ Charles began to explain, but Logan interjected impatiently. 

“Club? What, like a book club?” He nearly scoffed. There was no way you were at some sleazy nightclub in the city. You were a homebody and an introvert, neither of which made clubbing enjoyable. 

“Maybe we should just let her have fun,” Jean began to say, but Logan was already halfway out the door.

Uncharacteristically, you found yourself dressed to the nines in the middle of a dance floor full of people. You’d spent a while trying outfits in your room, searching for something you could actually wear out that wasn’t sweatpants and a hoodie. You’d settled on a halter top that tied at your neck and in the back and a pair of ridiculously tight pants that you’d bought forever ago and never had the guts to wear. You ended up standing in front of the mirror, choosing a pair of very cute but very uncomfortable shoes and looking over the outfit. If you weren’t Logan’s ‘type of girl’, you sure as hell were somebody’s. Trying to get yourself out there may be the best solution to forgetting the heart-crushing infatuation you had with your best friend who would never see you as anything more. 

“I feel ridiculous,” you chuckled to yourself, turning in the mirror to see the back of your outfit. You did look good, just super out of your comfort zone. You grabbed your bag and ended up slipping out when everyone was eating dinner. That’s how you ended up where you were, pushing your way through the crowd of people with a drink in your hand. You passed the raised lounge area and felt a hand on your shoulder, making you turn suddenly.

“Hey, you wanna dance?”

He was tall, leaning down a little to shout over the music. He was pretty good looking but didn’t look like Logan in the slightest, which you realized was exactly the point of going out tonight. He was dressed nice and smelled like expensive cologne. 

“Sure, why not?”

As you abandoned your half finished drink on a table and let him pull you a little further into him, a familiar song started to thump through the speakers.

“I love this song!” You exclaimed, letting the nameless guy rest his hands on your hips.

S.O.S., she's in disguise

S.O.S., she's in disguise

There's a she wolf in disguise

Coming out, coming out, coming out

“Ironic,” you muttered under the music.

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Logan walked ahead of Ororo, Jean and Scott, his long legs taking him much further at a much faster pace.

“Logan, slow down!” Ororo called out, jogging a bit to catch up with him.

“What if she didn’t even want to be there? What if some guy dragged her there?”

“Oh,” Jean laughed, “ I see. You’re jealous.” 

“No.”

“Yup.”

“Nope.”

“So you’d be fine if we walked in there and she is with a guy?” 

Logan slowed his pace as they approached the entrance, “sure, whatever,” feigned disdain in his voice.

The second the door opened, the bass of the music was overwhelming. It was dim, save for a few colorful lights projecting around the room. The four of them were squished together near the door, trying to pick you out in a sea of moving people. 

“This is gonna be like finding a needle in a haystack,” Scott shouted.

“Not necessarily,” Ororo replied, a smug smile on her face.

“What?” Logan furrowed his eyebrows.

She pointed across the room and he followed her gaze.

There's a she wolf in the closet

Open up and set it free 

There's a she wolf in your closet

Let it out so it can breathe

You didn’t even look like you. He’d never seen you in anything that showed that much skin or any clothes that even hugged you like that, for that matter. 

And you were with a guy.

Sitting across a bar, staring right at her prey

It's going well so far, she's gonna get her way

“So, what did we tell you?” Jean shouted, waving her hand in front of his glaring eyes.

“Just some kid,” he replied dismissively, turning to her, “doesn’t mean anything anyway.”

“You sure?” Scott nudged his shoulder, making Logan look towards you again.

That kid had his hands up the sides of your top with his head craned down to kiss your neck, your back to his chest. You were giggling, playfully smacking his arm. Truthfully, you thought the attention was nice for a change. After trying so hard for too long to get Logan to notice you, it felt good to have someone pay attention to you in that way. 

Not looking for cute little divos or rich city guys

I just want to enjoy 

By having a very good time

And behave very bad in the arms of a boy

You felt his hands squeeze your hips a little harder, enough for his nails to dig into your skin. Out of instinct, you felt your canine teeth start to poke against your lower lip. You tried in vain to tug his hands from you, only making him tighten his grip.

The switch in demeanor was obvious even from across the dark room, your smile turning into a grimace that bared your sharp teeth. You yanked the sleeves of his jacket to make him finally let go, turning around while he still had his arms ghosted around you.

S.O.S., she's in disguise

S.O.S., she's in disguise

“Touch me like that again, you son of a bitch, and I will rip you to fucking shreds.”

You gathered fistfuls of his shirt, bringing him down to eye level so he could see your snarling teeth and gleaming eyes as a hint that you weren’t bluffing. 

There's a she wolf in disguise

Coming out, coming out, coming out

Before anyone could even tell him to stay put, Logan had already disappeared into the crowd of people.

“God damn it,” Scott huffed, following Jean and Ororo when they went after him. 

“Logan!” Jean yelled, trying to grab his jacket to slow him and only having him slip out of her grip. 

There's a she wolf in the closet

Let it out so it can breathe

“Shit, I’m kinda into the fangs. What, you gonna bite me?” He was whispering in your ear, your hands still on his shirt. Before you could do something you were going to regret, you felt someone tug your upper arm and pull you away from him.

“Come on,” Logan snapped, “we’re leaving.”

“What the hell are you doing here? What do you mean we?” You yelled back. You didn’t want to stay anywhere near that guy but you weren’t ready to leave either and sure as hell not with Logan dragging you out like an angry parent.

“Hey, she doesn’t really look like she wants to leave with you, man,” the other guy interjected, keeping a grip on you by looping his fingers through one of the belt loops on your pants. 

“Yeah? She doesn’t want to stay with you either, jackass,” Logan moved his hand from your arm to hold your hand instead, “she’s not interested.”

What the hell had gotten into him? You felt like you were in the middle of a tug of war with two dogs. 

“No one’s gonna fucking ask what I want, right?” You tried to complain, neither of them hearing you. 

“Your little doggy girlfriend here was just about to take care of me. You mad about it?” The other guy laughed and you nearly lunged at him, Logan’s hand tugging you back. He intended to pull you away so he could get to him first, but Scott, Jean and Ororo jumped in just in time. 

“Alright - enough, enough, we’re leaving!” Jean yelled, pushing you all towards the door, Logan dragging you the whole way. When you finally were out in the cool evening air, you angrily yanked your hand from his.

“What are you guys doing here?” You asked, turning to Logan, “and what the fuck was that?”

“What was that? You’re welcome - “ 

“I didn’t ask you to come save me - from what, having a good time?”

“Oh, yeah, it looked like you were having a lot of fun,” he scoffed, “he had you by the hip so hard he probably left a bruise.”

He instinctively reached his hand out to check and you swatted it away, “Don’t - Don’t touch me!”

None of them had ever heard you sound so pissed off and you’d definitely never snapped at Logan like that before. 

You took a deep breath and reached down to slip off your shoes, leaving you barefoot on the concrete. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologized to the rest of them,” but why are you guys here?”

“You left without saying anything, we couldn’t find you and we wanted to be sure you were safe,” Ororo sighed, hugging you in relief, “we’re so glad you’re okay.” 

You hugged her back.

“I just - I wanted to disappear for a while,” you explained apologetically, avoiding Jean and Scott’s gaze. 

“Do you know how stupid it was to run off and not tell anyone where you were going?” Logan scolded you, but Jean clicked her tongue at him.

“Shut it! Enough from you! You’ve done enough damage control!”

The ride home was almost silent, your tired body slumped in the backseat between Scott and Jean, until Ororo spoke from the front passenger seat.

“Honey, I don’t mean this in a bad way, but,” she paused, thinking over her words, “what were you gonna do to that guy if we hadn’t stopped you?”

You understood what she meant immediately. 

“What, you think I was going to kill him?” you asked, crossing your arms and leaning forward in your seat, “I wasn’t. I don’t do that unless I have to and you know even then I hate doing it.”

“I know…so, what were you doing with a guy like him anyway?” she asked, trying to move on from the question that had clearly made you upset, “he seemed kinda shady.”

Logan was gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were white, dreading the answer.

You shrugged your shoulders, staring at the synthetic fabric of your pants.

“Liked the attention, I guess,” you answered honestly, kind of hoping you could throw anyone off the idea of you being interested in Logan, “it’s been awhile since a guy has liked me like that.”

“He only wanted one thing from you anyway,” he scoffed from the front seat. Ororo glared at him, about to tell him to mind his business before you stopped her.

“And I can’t want it either?”

That shut everybody up and Ororo turned to him again, a look on her face that said ‘you asked, you got the answer’.

You tried to bolt to your room when you all got home but Logan was quick to follow, catching up with you to stand in your path in the hallway outside of your bedroom. 

“What’s going on with you?”

“Leave me be.”

You tried to dodge around him but he stuck his arm out. 

“Logan.”

He raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to continue speaking.

“Move.”

“I’m not leaving you alone until you tell me what’s going on with you. You don’t disappear like that, ever. And I wanna talk to you about last night - “

“There’s nothing to talk about. Goodnight,” you huffed, ducking under his arm and opening your door.

“I care about you, you know, I was worried,” he began to explain.

You tried to slam the door in his face but he stuck his foot out, jamming his boot between the door and the doorframe. You let go in defeat and turned away, gathering your pajamas as if he wasn’t in the room.

“Yeah? Why?,” you scoffed, trying with everything in you to bite your tongue but failing miserably, “I’m not your type of girl. What’s there to worry about?”

Logan’s face fell. He pushed the door closed behind him. 

“Is that what this is about? That’s why you went out?”

“Why do you care?” 

You still had your back to him, furiously shuffling through clothing in your dresser.

“Stop.” 

You felt his hands on your arms as he came up behind you, paralyzing you in your spot.

You let him turn you around gently, almost chest to chest.

“I didn’t mean that.”

“You don’t have to lie to spare my feelings -“

“I’m not.”

He leaned back a little to force you to look him in the eye.

“I only said that - listen, I only said that because - “ Logan paused, biting his lip till it nearly bled, but you shook your head and slipped by him again.

“Please, don’t treat me like I’m stupid, Logan.”

You sounded so exasperated, tears forming in your eyes when you turned your back to him.

“Fuck,” he sighed, “I only said that because I didn’t want you to like me.”

You wiped the tear that rolled down your cheek and turned back to him, a confused expression on your face.

“It worked, are you happy?”

“No, I’m not - “

“Well, guess it backfired. Get out of my room.”

You were face to face again, keeping your mouth in a tight line so your lip wouldn’t quiver. It felt stupid to cry in front of him, but you couldn’t really help it once it started. 

“Oh, god, please, don’t cry,” he begged, leaning down and actually bringing a hand up to your face to wipe away a tear that rolled down your cheek. You wanted to smack it away, tell him again to just get the hell out , but you couldn’t.

“Why would you do that?” You mumbled out quietly, finally letting the overwhelming feeling of sadness cancel out any rage you had for him. You couldn’t look him in the eye again, concentrating on the throw rug you were standing on.

“I’m so sorry, princess, I am. I’m really fucking stupid,” he huffed. 

You were surprised by the softness of his voice and finally tore your eyes from the floor. He’d called you that before, but usually in a teasing way. This time it sounded endearing, like a plea of your name. 

“And what happened there, at the club? ‘She’s not interested’, what was that about?” You continued.

He sighed, still trying to figure out what exactly it was that he wanted to say. He realized there probably wasn’t much of a way to beat around the bush and he groaned, closing his eyes as he stood in front of you to make spilling his guts a little less agonizing.

“I like you - like you a lot, and I was an asshole because I figured if you hated me, you couldn’t like me back and it would save you the trouble.”

Hearing no response, he finally opened his eyes to see you still standing in the same spot, your lips parted.

“Save me the trouble of what?”

You were confused, your eyes narrowed as if you were angry.

“I don’t know…having to deal with me, I guess. I - I’ve never felt the way I feel about you for anyone else and it scares the shit out of me.”

You could hear him swallow hard, his eyes looking everywhere around the room except at you. 

“And earlier, when we picked you up,” he continued, “I acted like that because I was jealous, alright? Can’t stand to see some asshole on you like that, and you were dressed all nice and - I don’t know.”

You’d never heard him sound so nervous in all the time you’d known him.

“You are my type of girl,” he finally choked out, “only type of girl I’d ever want.”

All you could do was inhale sharply, his words echoing in your mind. 

“It’s alright if you hate me, I can’t say I really blame you. Fuck, I’m sorry.”

He began to walk out, convinced he’d fucked up beyond repair.

“Logan.”

Your voice stopped his hand from turning your doorknob and he turned back to you. 

No longer crying, you tentatively stepped forward a bit, nervously playing with the front hem of your top. 

“You’re not something to deal with, you know,” you muttered, letting your hair fall in front of your face.

You supposed this was the point where it was your turn to explain.

“I’ve liked you for a long time, Logan, probably since the day I walked in here and I just - I think I wanted someone to distract me so I wouldn’t wallow in self pity because you didn’t want me.”

“You were trying to get over me,” he realized aloud, a small smile on his face to hide the hurt, “I deserved that.”

After a moment of tense silence, he spoke again.

“Did it work?”

His voice was low and soft, a tone you’d rarely heard him speak with.

You pursed your lips and finally lifted your head, taking a deep breath. 

“No. I don’t think it was ever going to, either,” you laughed a little, “when that guy asked me to dance, the first thing I thought of was that he didn’t look anything like you.”

Your voice trailed off a little at the end, a little embarrassed to confess that even if Logan had already flat out told you he was interested in you.

Without another word, he came close enough to reach for your hands and gently intertwine your fingers with his. He cleared his throat, nervously chewing his bottom lip before he spoke.

“Can I kiss you?”

You must have had this dream a million times over, waking up night after night and feeling so empty because none of it was real. But now, with his hands in yours, it was very real.

You eagerly pressed your lips to his, not wanting to waste another second. His lips were soft and you were encompassed in the scent of his body wash and cologne, smelling of pine and cedar wood. You brought your hands up to play with his hair at the back of his head. Logan moved his arms to wrap around your waist, pulling you further into him. 

When you finally pulled away from each other, you were both smiling like idiots.

“We should’ve done that much sooner,” you giggled.

“Agreed.”

His fingers traced small circles on the exposed skin of your back, making you shiver.

He kissed you again, this time with much more intensity. It wasn’t long before your tongues were in each other's mouths and you both had fumbled yourselves over to the end of your bed.

“Wanted you for so long,” he mumbled between kissing your neck and jaw, his hands still sliding up and down your back, “I was so stupid.”

“We both were,” you giggled a little, cut short into a moan when he licked your neck all the way from your collarbone to under your ear.

“L-Logan,” you gasped, unable to hide your blushing face.

He hummed into your neck, bringing his mouth to your ear, “Can I show you how sorry I am? Let me make it up to you.”

His voice made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and you let him pull you onto him to straddle his lap, lost in the feeling of his hands on you.

“Mmm, uh-huh,” you hummed, mouth hung open as he sucked light marks into your neck. 

“You have to use your words, pretty girl,” he brought his head up to rest his forehead against yours. He cupped your jaw tenderly, almost as if you’d disappear if he let go. 

Before you could answer, he moved his hands to drag your hips over his, grunting when he felt the pressure.

“Y-yes, yeah - please,” you choked out between moans, tugging his hair harder every time he pushed and pulled your hips.

“Please what, baby?”

“You - you can make it up to me,” you groaned into his neck. 

He effortlessly lifted you by your thighs and laid you with your back to the bed. You untucked his white t-shirt from his jeans as he crawled over you, desperate to get your hands underneath it. You lightly scratched your nails along his back, making him groan into your ear. He kissed down your neck to the center of your chest, gently slipping his fingers under the hem of your top and around the back. 

“Can I take this off you, baby?”

You were already sitting up before he could finish his sentence, reaching to try and untie the knot at the back of your neck.

“Eager, huh?”, he chuckled, “let me, sweetheart.”

He wrapped his arms around your lower back to tug at the knot, feeling it come loose in his hands. He snaked his hands up to the back of your neck, doing the same to the tied strings there. When it came loose, the only thing holding the piece of fabric to you was his hands at the back of your neck. He let it slip from his fingers, a smirk on his face when it fell completely.

You threw the garment somewhere to the floor and tugged on the collar of his t-shirt, bringing him down with you as laid back again and pressed your lips to his. He pulled back for a moment to yank his shirt off and immediately return his mouth to yours, making his way down to your neck. He brought both his hands to your chest and swept his thumbs over your hard nipples, eventually bringing his lips to them and sucking. 

“Ah - Logan,” you whined, making him smile against your skin.

“I like it when you say my name, pretty girl,” he mumbled, dragging his fingers down your sides and hooking them into the waistband of your pants. He kissed all the way down to your hips, moving himself to lay on his stomach with his head between your thighs. 

Before he could ask you if it was alright to rid you of them, you were already unbuttoning your pants and pushing them down your hips and thighs. He took them off the rest of the way for you and you kicked your panties off with them.

He hooked his arms around your thighs to pull you closer, licking his lips and resting his cheek on the inside of your thigh.

“I thought about you a lot, you know - like this,” he huffed, his warm breath fanning over your pussy.

You had your hands in his hair already, swiping fallen strands of hair out of his face.

“I thought about you like this, too,” you admitted, sighing as he started to plant kisses right above where you wanted him the most.

“Yeah?”

His teasing voice brought goosebumps to your skin and you nodded, gasping when you finally felt his lips graze your clit.

“This what you think about when you fuck yourself?” He mumbled into you, the vibration of his voice making you tighten your grip in his hair. He growled like an animal, trying to push you even further into his mouth by the grip on your thighs.

You were trying to choke out an answer, distracted by the wet sounds of him messily eating you out.

“Y - ah, yes, yeah - not as good as the real thing, though.”

He laughed with his mouth still attached to you and you tightened your thighs around his head, keeping him in place.

He could have spent hours with his mouth to your cunt, practically fucking you with his tongue while you whined his name. 

A knock on your door sounded through the room, the both of you freezing in place.

“Hey, I just wanted to check on you. Are you feeling okay?”

It was Scott.

 You grimaced, thankful at the very least that your door was locked, but Logan had a terribly smug smirk on his face. 

“Y-yeah, I’m alright, just - just tired,” you managed to choke out, stuttering when you felt two of his fingers slip into you effortlessly.

“You sure?”

You sighed, hating and loving Logan at the same time for what he was doing. 

“Yup, th-thank you, m’ jus’ gonna go to bed.”

Scott responded with a goodnight and you groaned in relief when you heard him walk away.

Logan was curling his fingers inside of you, still lapping at your pussy and letting you use your grip on his hair to angle his head however you wanted him. You felt the pressure in your lower stomach rise and you tried to warn him, tugging on the hair on the back of his head.

“Logan, I’m - “

“C’mon, pretty girl, c’mon.”

His encouragement sent you over the edge, euphoria blooming from your lower stomach and spreading through you. You had to cover your mouth to muffle your pornographic moans, but Logan reached up to tug your wrist.

“Uh-uh, wanna hear you, beautiful,” he mumbled into you, practically pushing your thighs even further around his head.

“Fuck, L-Logan, too - too sensitive,” you stuttered out, trying to pull his face away by his hair and failing miserably because of his grip around your thighs.

He eventually reluctantly detached himself and crawled back on top of you, sucking the taste of you off his fingers. 

“I could do that for hours, you know, if you let me,” he groaned, pulling your hips up to him so you could feel the weight of his hard cock underneath his jeans.

Still sensitive, you reactively gripped his biceps and dug your fingernails into his skin. You were going to apologize and were quickly cut off by the guttural moan he let out into the side of your neck.

“Fuck,” he groaned, rocking his hips against yours.

“You’re into pain, huh?” 

You figured it was your turn to tease him, dragging your fingernails from his shoulders all the way down his back.

“You’re gonna pay for that, pretty girl,” he grunted, moving quickly to undo his belt and strip himself of the rest of his clothing. 

When his cock sprung up and hit his stomach as he took off his boxers, you swallowed hard; already feeling a wanting ache in your stomach again. You figured he was big - he was already a tall guy, after all - but he was far bigger than any guy you’d ever seen. Logan noticed the way you bit your lower lip, resting himself on top of you again and bringing his thumb up to pull your lip from under your teeth.

“What, are you nervous? It’s alright sweetheart, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

His voice was so soft and gentle, a tone you rarely ever heard from him. 

You could feel the weight of his cock against your inner thigh, heavy and already leaking. 

“ ‘m not nervous, I want you, please,” you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist. You reached your hand between your bodies to line him up with your entrance, trying to push him in with your legs around his waist. 

“You sure?” he huffed, trying with every muscle in his body to not slam into you in one thrust. 

You nodded eagerly, scratching at his lower back. 

Logan couldn’t help himself and gave in, slipping himself into you.

“So tight,” he groaned into your neck, pushing himself in even further.

“You - fuck - you’re so fucking big,” you admitted truthfully, nearly drooling at the feeling of him stretching you out. 

“Feels good?”

It was hard for him to speak when you were so wet that he was nearly slipping out of you as he gently rocked his hips back and forth, trying to be gentle and let you adjust to his size. 

“Mm - uh-uh,” you hummed, gasping each time he pushed further.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” he huffed and you groaned, digging your nails into him. 

“Y-yes, yeah - want you all the way in,” you whimpered.

That was all it took for him to be buried in you, grinding his hips into yours so that you were pinned to the mattress. 

He worked up to a devastating pace, practically slamming your headboard into the wall.

“S-someone’s gonna - someone’s gonna hear us,” you managed to gasp out, out of breath every time he filled you and pulled back again. 

“Don’t care, let ‘em,” he pressed his forehead to yours, bringing a hand up to your face to affectionately cup your cheek. It was so sweet and almost disgustingly hot, the caring gesture contrasting the intense feeling of him repeatedly slamming into the sensitive spot inside of you. 

He really didn’t have a care in the world about who heard you both, far too lost in the feeling of finally being able to have you under him like that. You had sweat soaked strands of hair stuck to your face, your eyes squeezed shut, and he was almost sure you’d never looked more beautiful. 

“So fucking pretty,” he huffed, his thumb swiping your bottom lip. He had an idea, one he’d considered many times when he thought of you under him like this.

“Bite me.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, threading your hand through his hair, “are you sure?”

“Please.”

You forcibly unsheathed your fangs, letting them tentatively poke at his thumb that was still to your lips.

He moved his hand to your throat, resting it there without tightening his grip. 

“Please.”

His pleading had the heat in your lower stomach rising and you obliged, sinking your teeth into his shoulder. You felt guilty - you didn’t enjoy hurting people - until he was whimpering in your ear, moaning your name over and over again. 

You bit his neck, his shoulders, his lip - all the small puncture wounds healing themselves within seconds. 

Having him so pussy drunk and groaning praises into your ear brought the pressure in your lower stomach to a max and you cried out his name, letting him fuck you through your second orgasm. 

“ ‘s good, huh, princess? Come on me, c’mon,” he was begging, feeling your muscles tense around him. That drove him over the edge, his hips rutting into you and his thrusts becoming sloppy. He finally let himself go, filling you and letting it drip from you onto the sheets. He pulled back a little to see the mess you had both made, your inner thighs painted with a mix of his release and yours. He went to pull out completely and you clamped your thighs around his hips again, keeping him still.

“Want me to stay?”

“Mhm - please.”

The sexual tension was replaced with loving comfort, Logan keeping you to his chest as he laid you both on your side. His chin rested on the top of your head and your face was against his chest with your eyes closed. You smiled at the thump of his heartbeat in your ear, nearly letting it put you to sleep. 

“Hey, pretty girl,” he mumbled into your hair, planting a kiss on the top of your head, “you know I love you?”

The last three words made your eyes shoot open and you looked up at him, worried you’d misheard him or maybe he was just messing with you.

“Really?”

“Of course. You think I would’ve done that with you if I wasn’t in love?”

You thought hard for a second, realizing he was right. It wasn’t that he hadn’t had hookups before, but it had been quite a long time since he’d bothered to even get to know someone like that. He wasn’t the type to lead you on, either - always up front with you, even if he didn’t have to be. 

“I love you too,” you answered, unable to hide the wide smile on your face.

“I should’ve told you much sooner,” he sighed, his eyes fluttering closed as you snuggled into him again.

Before you could both fall asleep from exhaustion, he yanked the comforter over the both of you, hearing you mumble sleepily.

“You can make it up to me some more.”

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A/N: If you made it to the end I love you <3 pls lmk what you think and reblog+like if you enjoyed!! also still navigating how to write smut without using cringe terminology so forgive me if that part sucks

[hurtmemoreplease]

Hey. Pay attention. This is important. Listen very carefully.

Your mission, should you chose to accept it, is of vital importance.

You're going to find one of those trans girls; you know the type. Insecure, overly-agreeable, quick to offer her time and energy to the cause of making other people happy. You'll find her topping other trans girls, or DMing a campaign, or doing her best to make other people like her feel desirable and wanted. Yes, I see the light dawning in your eyes - you know exactly who I mean.

Once you find her, you'll need to act quick. You need to push her down, get her while she's high, or simply overpower her if possible, but you need to get a collar around her neck ASAP. She'll struggle, deny that she needs it, ask you what you want instead. You have options here; you can tell her that you want her, or you can tell her to shut up and make it clear through your actions.

Regardless, once you've tightened the collar around her neck, she should go limp and get all pliable. This is where the fun begins, and is absolutely critical that you have fun. Her pleasure (and pain!) should be the first priority, but if you're not enjoying yourself, she WILL know. Still, this is your chance to play around with a tgirl. Take full advantage of it! Feel up her tits, stick your fingers in her mouth - enjoy her dumb little sensitive moans. I'd recommend employing some light hypnosis to make things easier next time; implant some commands to make her melt whenever you'd like!

DO NOT MAKE HER TOP. DO NOT TOUCH HER DICK UNLESS YOU ARE 1,000% POSITIVE YOU ARE TREATING HER LIKE A GIRL. IF YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT I MEAN THEN DON'T TOUCH HER DICK.

When she's getting tired, or has cum, or has started to tap out, then its time to move onto the second to last step - don't let it end. Don't take her collar off. Put her in the chastity cage that she bought and barely used. This is her new normal now, and she's going to have to accept it. Tell her that! Tell her that she belongs to you; that her cock might as well not be there anymore. Tell her that her body exists for your pleasure. She's your toy. A cute, submissive little pet for you to use and abuse at your leisure.

Here's the real final step - make good on your promise. Feel her up. Don't make it a one time thing. Don't let it be a once in a blue moon occasion. You've stripped her bare, forced her to give in and submit for her own sake and for yours, instead of sacrificing her own engagement for other people's pleasure. Don't waste that vulnerability.

[irisinluv]

Isekaied as the Yandere Villain!? Pt 2

Part one

It was almost 2 minutes before I realized I was still dragging the crown prince behind me. I quickly dropped his hand and looked at him, not able to hide the embarrassment on my face. Listen- I’m committed to the bit. I WILL be the crazy jealous fiancé. But… I’m still human ok. I just dragged a full grown man down several halls and a flight of stairs while I spaced out thinking about how I’m gonna buy my cat premium wet food once I get back home to her.

It’s fine, I’m not flustered at spacing out about my cat, my characters just flustered because she’s been holding the hand of the man she’s obsessed with, that’s all!

“Well…. Did you still want to dine and take that walk?”

I expected him to scold me for my mistreatment of Cressida, grow irritated from me dragging him along like this. Instead, he chuckles and threads his arm in mine, and begins escorting me down the hall.

“Absolutely, have you dined outside by the roses yet? There’s this lovely pavilion that I am eager to hear your thoughts on.”

And that’s how I found myself under an impressive array of roses, all trained up and around a cozy dining area, creating a canopy of green and pink over an intimate tea table. The food was equally impressive, I had to keep reminding myself that the other me is used to this lavish lifestyle, to not gawk at the fancy tiny sandwiches and deserts.

“Well? Is everything to your liking? ”

I’m going off script here, how am I supposed to know how the villainess would react to a romantic scene like this?? If my “evil crazy” side isn’t supposed to be directed at him, and she’s usually kinda distant and unsure around him…. That means I should probably respond pretty curtly, polite, yet not really engaging. But…. I’ve already messed that up…. I guess I can be more genuine when it’s the two of us like this. He can think that this version of me is the facade, that I’m pretending to be pleasant, and then will start to see what a jerk “I” truly am when Cressida’s around. Besides…. I almost feel bad for the villainess. She really just seems like she was shy. Who knows- maybe, if given the opportunity, she really would have opened up more. It’s clear she loved the prince, and just didn’t know how to show it. So, with that thought, I made up my mind.

“It’s breathtaking! Roses are my favorite flower, and I’ve never seen so many kinds in bloom at once…. Plus the food and company leave little to be desired.”

There you go- slip in some subtle flirting! I’m not quite sure what time period this is supposed to be, but I get the impression flirting as bit more high class here, and I think I can have some fun with that.

“I’m glad, to be honest I was a bit flustered asking you to dine with me… you caught me quite off guard today, but in a good way.” He reaches his hand across the table and places it on my own, “I’d like to do this more often, you and I. I feel like the confines of our current arrangement have left us practically strangers, despite being engaged for several months already. I’m enjoying just being companionable with you, even if it’s just existing comfortably in the same room.”

Ohhhh, I know I’m the villain in this story but I can’t help but root for him- what a sweetheart! It’s so obvious he’s been lonely, I can’t wait for him and Cressida to fall in love and have a couple of kids that they’ll spoil rotten. And in the meantime…. Maybe I do have a bit of evil in me, because I’m going to selfishly enjoy this handsome man treating me to lunches under roses and reading in cozy libraries while I can.

“I know exactly how you feel your highness. Now, you mentioned a walk?”

We spent the afternoon laughing and chatting, and it felt nice to chat without worrying too much about my role. He asked me about that book I picked out earlier, and listened attentively as I caught him up with where I’m at in the plot. In turn, I asked about what papers he’s been signing, documents he’s been drafting, etc.

The only thing I had to do was send glares to any young ladies we passed, settling my hand on his arm possessively, and I saw their eyes widen and faces disappear behind fans as they whisper to one another. I can picture this illustrated in a manhwa- the nasty princess sinking her claws into the gullible prince… hopefully all these ladies will start gossiping and we can really cement this evil persona of mine now that Cressida’s here.

When we returned to our separate apartments, I explored my rooms a bit until servants came to get me ready for dinner, and I slipped back into the frigid bitch persona. The servant girls dressed me in a slightly stuffy gown, but I had to admit, I looked gorgeous. I sat stiff and straight as they did my hair, forcing myself to be the very picture of cold indifference. I then dismissively thanked them for their help, then sat there awkwardly as they stared at me like I was crazy.

Ohhhh shit…. The original story hadn’t prepared me for this. My character was a villain, yes, but a side character for the most part! How was she supposed to act towards her servants? I went over what I knew- the novel showed the villainess alone quite often, usually obsessing over Eric and plotting/stalking. It showed her with Eric, and how distant and awkward their relationship was when together. And then of course the numerous scenes with Cressida where the Villainess did all sorts of heinous things to the sweet girl. But… it never depicted her with servants, or even any friends or other nobles. Just… Eric and Cressida. Was other me not actually a bitch all the time? Am I being unnecessarily rude right now? Oh god I’m such an idiot.

The story is told through Cressida’s point of view- of course there’s more depth to my own character than I initially thought! The Villianess must be a misunderstood introvert! Unsure of how to act around her crush, she’s fiercely insecure and jealous of this new girl who doesn’t struggle the same way she does. When she notices the prince slipping from her grasp, she acts out against Cressida because she can’t bear to lose Eric!

As someone’s who’s worked minimum wage jobs and struggled with social anxiety most of my life, I try to be nice to the people just working to survive, but here I am acting like these poor women are the dirt beneath my shoe…. Ok. Um. Well they’re still standing there in shock, I can fix this….

“You really did a lovely job… my hair has never looked so gorgeous, you’re truly talented! And I think the prince will be very pleased with this choice of ribbon!”

There- I was nicer, and I brought it back to Eric, so I’m still the lovesick fiancé whose entire world is waiting for her in the dining room. I frowned as the servants scuttled out of the room with hurried excuses, all of them looking like they were about to faint. Damn it… I can’t believe I misread the relationship between us. I probably just ruined their night by being uncharacteristically rude. I’ve gotta learn their names next time…. Maybe ask them to help me eat some fancy pastries as an apology…?

I didn’t know it, but while I was lamenting how wrong I was about the Villainess’ character, the servants were all gossiping to the others about what had just transpired.

“You’re telling me she said THANK YOU!?”

“Yes!!! And then you should have seen how nervous she got! She just rambled, blurting out such a sweet compliment, and she even tied it back to the prince!”

“I had no idea how precious she was… I can’t believe I never realized she’s just shy! In a new place, all alone aside from her new fiancé…. Who I gather she’s got a bit of a crush on! Poor dear.”

“Ohh our sweet girl, I’m sure it must be hard bonding with the prince, when all you do is sit yards apart and hardly speak …”

“Well I may have some news about that… and it’s no wonder she was a bit flustered today, because I saw the two of them in the gardens today! They were both nothing but smiles- absolutely smitten with one another!”

“Such a lovely girl, and we never knew it all this time!”

Apparently, I had it backwards. The real villainess truly was a 2D, basic character. She was insecure and possessive over the prince, bullying Cressida half to remind her who Eric belonged to, half for the fun of it. But she didn’t let on to anyone about the true depth of her love for him. She didn’t gossip to her handmaid, didn’t ask the servants which dress he would like better. Simply acted as if they did not exist, hardly saying a word to them.

While I thought my blunt “thank you” was colder than they were used to, and then tried to smooth things over…. It was more words than they’d heard from me in the whole time I’d lived in the palace. They lapped it up and declared me their own shy little dove after that.

When I arrived to dinner, I realized why daily dinners weren’t exactly a bonding activity for the villainess and Eric. The table was massive, and only held two chairs, one at either end. It felt so…. Cold?

Eric had beat me there, and quickly stood up from his seat, waiting until I sat and a servant pushed in my chair to retake his own seat. He smiled at me and said,

“Good evening, princess.”

He had to project his voice slightly. It wasn’t like he was shouting or being loud, it was just the manner of speaking you use when talking to an elderly relative, clearer, and enunciating better so they could hear you.

I replied back, projecting my voice similarly, and found the conversation was, in fact, more awkward than it had been earlier. We ate our food mostly in silence, occasionally one of us would say something and the other would stop moving their utensils on their plate, listening closer as they ask,

“What’s that?”

By the time dinner was over and we each went to bed, I felt drained. I could have just been louder I suppose- but it’s so hard to keep up a conversation like that. I know we get along- we had chatted all afternoon after all. But some part of me realized it’s probably good to keep a bit of distance between us, even if I’ve rewritten things to be a bit chummier between the two of us. Cressida needs to swoop in and steal him from me… and my job is still to leave that room for her to do so.

It’s hard trying to be someone else, yet also making sure you lead the plot in the right direction- it’s exhausting! I feel like both director and actress!

It’s with this in mind that I launch myself into the softest bed I’d ever felt, and passed out. My first day as princess consort, the Yandere fiancé, complete.

While I was getting acquainted with my feather bed, Eric was speaking with the head waitstaff.

“Yes, tomorrow, would you mind adjusting the seating situation? I’d like for the princess consort and I to be closer together from now on. Yes, and ask my assistant to arrange my schedules like so, I’ve detailed it here. Thank you.”

At the same time, Cressida was recounting her run in with the prince and I to her handmaiden as she finishing unpacking and settling into her family’s guest apartments. Which, unbeknownst to me… was right across the hall.

Aaaa! You survived your first day! And look at you- doing suuuuch a good job staying true to character. Nothing could go wrong… right?

Tag list for the series;

@bitternsweet @tonightwrites @confused-they @lanxianschoenheit @poptrim @siriuslyobsessedwithfiction @one-really-annoying-tree-rat @anonymousdisco @forbidden-sunlight

Tag list closed! Stay tuned for part 3!

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[tgcg]

an open fly walking

i didnt like this one but i thought id finally air it out since its been sat in my folders for months now

TG: hey karkat

CG: YEAH?

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TG: you ever noticed you like

TG: walk weird

CG: WOW, OKAY.

CG: HAVE *YOU* EVER NOTICED THAT I DON'T GIVE A SHIT?

TG: pff

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TG: no listen because i got my ears scoping that shit im like a scouter for dude activity

TG: ok maybe me mentioning it to you is gonna fuck up your ecosystem or something but

TG: you have the heaviest feet of the century man

CG: I DO???

TG: just thrust them straight down into the ground like youre trying to homebrew a san andreas fault

TG: viciously tamping on tectonic plates hoping for top score on the richter scale

TG: waging war against solid particles and the basic flow of gravity

TG: i could ID those footfalls out of a million i mean it

CG: SERIOUSLY?

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TG: i mean theres nothing wrong with it but

TG: yeah

CG: I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU'RE FUCKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW.

TG: im not fucking with you striders honor

TG: when have i ever lied to anybody about anything

CG: NOT UNPACKING THAT QUESTION WITH YOU TODAY.

CG: BUT SHIT, HOLD ON. LET ME SEE.

TG: yeah take the umbrella go over there and just walk to me

CG: ON IT.

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TG: see you just kinda slam em straight down dude

CG: THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY RIOTOUS FUCKING JOKE OF A LIFE.

TG: dont your feet ache

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CG: MOOT POINT. THIS MIGHT SOUND INSANE BUT I'VE ACTUALLY HAD MY STRUT PODS FOR A WHILE. ANY KIND OF PAIN THIS WOULD'VE BEEN CAUSING WOULD BE TOTALLY FILTERED OUT OF MY SPONGE BY NOW AS BACKGROUND NOISE.

TG: damn i didnt think that through

TG: my shades

CG: ALRIGHT, GET BACK UNDER THE SHITTING UMBRELLA AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME.

TG: look ive fucked myself over here too i dont have shit to clean these with

TG: ugh

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TG: guess its karma

CG: HOLY FUCK. HOW DID I NEVER NOTICE THIS BEFORE?

TG: i dunno but im gonna assume having a dad thats a literal crab monster is probably a contributing factor

TG: im guessing thats not a great role model for this kinda thing

TG: just conjecture i mean

CG: YOUR ENVY IS OVERWHELMINGLY OBVIOUS DAVE. AS A DISCLAIMER, HE WOULD'VE ABSOLUTELY KICKED YOUR ASS.

TG: yeah probably

CG: THAT'S PRETTY MUCH ALL THERE IS TO SAY ON THE MATTER.

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TG: but see bro had me stringent on feather feets

TG: i bet i could slip across a bike horn warehouse with nary a fucking toot

CG: HAHA. ASSUMING YOU DON'T MAKE A TOTAL ASS OF YOURSELF, AS PER USUAL.

CG: IF YOU WEREN'T CONSTANTLY RUNNING YOUR GASH ABOUT EVERYTHING AND BEING AN INIMITABLE CLOWN I SERIOUSLY THINK YOU COULD BE ON PAR WITH YOUR CUSTODIAN.

CG: THAT IS A MONUMENTAL "IF".

TG: well look at it this way

TG: im basically doing you all a favor by being a dumbass

TG: never gonna get caught off guard by the bozo patrol

CG: WOW. GOOD POINT.

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TG: also screw this can i use your shirt

TG: this stupid hoodie is just smudging my lenses up

TG: i cant see dick

CG: UH

CG: SURE, I GUESS.

TG: cool

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TG: so yeah i could be prowling around like a goddamn verbal assassin sniping convos left and right

TG: but no ive got the decency to go bunp in the night

CG: YEAH.

CG: IT'S DEFINITELY COMPOUNDED BY THE CONSTANT INANE RAMBLINGS.

CG: BUT

CG: IT'S ACTUALLY PRETTY RELAXING, Y'KNOW? IT HAS ITS OWN RHYTHM.

TG: see yeah i sound it off and

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TG: wait really?

CG: YEAH

CG: I DON'T KNOW

CG: FUCK. HOW DO I EXPLAIN THIS WITHOUT WANTING TO CRAM MY FROND DOWN MY PROTEIN CHUTE.

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CG: IT'S LIKE

CG: A SALVE FOR MY AGGRAVATION SPONGE.

CG: YOUR VOICE IS THE HUMAN EQUIVALENT OF ASPIRIN.

TG: uh damn karkat hold your hoofbeasts i was talking about the rhythm thing

CG: ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT. I'M TAKING US BOTH THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW. YOU HAVE REACHED THE BAD END OF THIS CONVERSATION.

TG: you think thatd be heroic or just

CG: IF I WAS STILL GHOSTING AROUND THE RUINS OF SGRUB'S ARCANE FRIGGIN GAME SYSTEMS, THE COMPLETE LACK OF SHIT AFOOT NOWADAYS WOULD BORE ME TO DEATH.

CG: LIKE. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME OUR THERMAL HULL LEVELLED UP, DAVE?

TG: hah

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TG: but uh

TG: i mean we had aspirin on earth

CG: NO, NUMBNUBS.

CG: I'M SAYING YOU ARE MY ASPIRIN.

TG: oh

CG: YEAH, TAKE THAT TO THE BANK AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR 20-KARAT ASS.

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TG: heh

TG: well get this

TG: i will literally talk at you forever for free

TG: you got lifetime priority seating for the davealogues

TG: never gotta go to the drugstore again you can just get doped up on my dulcet tones for the rest of time

TG: take that and some of this

TG: im packin punches

CG: OW, FUCK! NO! MY MIGRAINES!

CG: SWEEPS OF VEINCLOTTING AND NERVEFRAYING DOWN THE FUCKING GAPER. BECAUSE OF YOU.

CG: YOU ASSHOLE, THIS IS THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME.

CG: AND YOU'RE LAUGHING.

TG: chuckle up it only gets worse from here

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CG: BE HONEST WITH ME. DID FONDLING MY SHIRT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET EVEN DO ANYTHING?

TG: barely but yknow sometimes you just gotta deal the cards youre given

TG: ill just be astigmatic for a while its cool

CG: PFF… OKAY MAN.

[hon3y-y]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ roommate!sukuna just can’t get enough of you…

sukuna finds his perverted roommate getting fucked and can’t look away

cw: voyeurism, pervy reader & sukuna, (ft satoru), masturbation (m&f), light overstimulation(m), Non curse AU

pt 2: here<3 pt 3: here<3 pt 4: here<3

masterlist

enjoy<3

roommate! Sukuna knows you touch yourself when he has girls over, so he makes sure to make it extra loud, having the girls basically sobbing on his cock. Meanwhile, you pathetically listen through the walls separating your rooms, hand lowered into your panties, trying to stay quiet.

You listen to the whiny mess he turns all of his hookups into, hearing the clapping of skin on skin and babbling that the girl spews, clearly drunk on pleasure. roommate! Sukuna goes for so long, and you listen to every second like a pervert. You hear every word he spits and imagine it’s you who he’s calling ‘good girl’ or ‘pretty whore’, cumming as many times around your wet fingers as you can.

Of course, roommate! Sukuna didn’t always know about his little perverted roommate. That was, until you came home one night, absolutely plastered, stumbling onto nearly every surface from barely being able to hold yourself up. As Ryo tried to help you across the apartment, you confessed your dirty secret, staring up at him with tears about how ashamed you felt, begging him for forgiveness.

Meanwhile, he was throbbing in his pants at the thought of his cute roomie desperately trying to get off because she was just too scared to ask him to fuck her stupid. he could imagine it, the way you would hopelessly hump your fingers, knowing it’ll never feel like him. the image made his ego swell. All he did was pat your head and tuck you in, and the next morning, acted as if nothing happened. not that you even realized, the end of the night still blacked out from your memory.

You decide that enough is enough, feeling ashamed by how your lack of sexual activities is being forced on your unsuspecting (👀) roommate. That’s what got you into this position:  meeting some random guy in the club and bringing him home, hoping that maybe by getting a good fuck, you’ll stop your perversion.

You and your date's moves are frantic, practically ripping off each other's clothes and desperately grinding on each other for some sort of friction. You end up in your room, articles of clothing scattered across the apartment that you didn’t care about, too busy with your head buried into the pillow as your date, whose name you learned is Satoru, licked your pussy like a lollipop, moaning like it was the sweetest candy he’s ever tasted. 

Roommate! Sukuna had been sleeping when he woke up to a thud on the wall connecting your rooms. It was a light thud, usually something he’d ignore and go back to sleep, but then it was a constant creak, followed by the sounds of your whimpers. At first, he thought you were up by yourself, trying to get off while he was sleeping, until the deep voice of a man groaned, “Fuck—take it, baby—such a good fuckin’ girl" 

Ryo nearly jumped out of bed. In the year you two have been roommates, you never invited anyone over; it was only him who would have random hookups. This was new. and as much as it was pissing him off, the bulge in his pants made the situation a little more complicated. That’s how he found himself outside your room, peering into the cracked door to watch you take another man’s dick.

You looked like you were in ecstasy—the way your hands gripped the sheets and your toes curled, the pitched whines of “yes, don’t stop—please satoru~” His hand automatically moved to palm his cock, watching as this man, Satoru, forced you deeper into the sheets, pounding into your pussy. Besides the noises that escaped your mouth, he could hear the squelch every time he plunged into your sopping cunt, making Ryo’s mouth water at how wet you must be. It almost made him angry. That was his neglected pussy, and here this guy was enjoying it. 

Still, he couldn’t deny how hot you looked. Sukuna’s body was on fire, and he moved to stroke his aching cock while picturing it as him. It was him plugging up that sweet pussy and making you cream around his cock, fucking you until you were a mess of tears and cum, leaving you shaking and unable to walk. His knees became weaker, gripping onto the walls to stroke his cock faster, and he ran his fingers over his sensitive tip, making his jaw drop.

roommate! Sukuna came all over his fingers, having to rush his hand to his mouth to stop the groan he desperately wanted to let out. His body racked and shuttered with pleasure, painting himself in his own cum. He couldn’t stop, though; Satoru had flipped you over, and now he could see the look on your face.

You looked so fucked out, panting and spreading your legs because you needed to be fucked so bad. The slight scrunch in your brow made him feral, working past the overstimulation and using his own release as lube to keep going. it was messy and completely unlike himself, but the sight of you cumming was addicting.

roommate! Sukuna, who is left quietly panting outside your door, still messy from his own cum, and still desperately horny.

roommate! Sukuna, who is officially waving the white flag in this stupid game he’s had going on, you’re his, and no one-night stand is taking that away.

a/n: hiiii<3 i’ve been super busy bc this semester KICKED MY ASS but it’s ending 🙏 so i might write more, we’ll see😵‍💫 also, i have seen requests and will hopefully upload some soon? no promises though but i’ll try! :)))