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1eonsk · 4 months ago

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I don’t have a cool title for this, but I listened to this playlist on spotify while writing this! I’m also not usually a bottom Leon stan but it just felt right. I’m not confident in my smut writing so fr give me feedback pls. Enjoy!!

(if we want more parts lmk)

((sorry for any typos i wrote this at work))

Leon x Reader x Ada btw

“Am I gonna have to catch you here again yln?” Leon says, annoyance on his boyish face.

Officer Leon Kennedy has been in the force for about six months, you and an ally being his case for about four of those months. He always seemed to be right on your toes. Finding you in robberies, car jacking, unregistered firearms, you name it, he’s caught you.

And somehow, someway, you always found your way out. Leon can never find out why, the sheriff started to get on his ass for just how many times you haven’t been charged. The saw it to be fishy, interrogating Leon more times than you’ve been in cuffs.

You sit in the interrogation room, hair pulled back blowing your baby hairs out of your face. A small smirk on your face, Leon sighs. You know damn well Ada should be here by now, although seeing the blue-eyed police officer was the highlight of your day. His stare meets you head on, face void of emotion, minus a slight pink hue on his cheeks.

“I dunno Mr. Kennedy, don’t you have fun with our little chases? Cat and mouse play is not what I thought you were into.”

His pink cheeks become warmer, a small giggle leaving your lips as he scoffs, “Keep it clean yn.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Ada’s voice rings through the intercom. Your smile turns into a grin, while Leon’s face pales. He quickly turns to see the door opening.

Ada’s black body-con dress hugs her curves, her face softening making eye contact with you. Leon stands quickly, pulling his gun out and aiming directly at Ada. She smiles, placing her hands up in a surrendering motion.

“There’s no need Kennedy, we’ll just be on our way out.”

“Like hell you will!” He says, face hard.

“Oh c’mon Kennedy!” You whine, pouting. “Just let me go this once? I’ll be a good girl from here on out! I swear it!”

Leon’s face darkens with pink yet again, this guy can never catch a break from your flirting can he? Your smile turns into a smirk when he shakes his head, pointing his gun at you next.

“yn, this is the last time you’ll see her outside of prison bars. You’ve done way worse things than robbing a bank, and yet, thats why you’ll finally be put away. For good.”

Suddenly, Ada lunges at Leon. As they fight over the gun you easily make your way out of the cuffs. The bobby-pin in your pocket becoming a normal occurrence. Leon is pinned face down on the table, Ada close to his face. Your stomach warms, seeing him pinned down like this feels way more criminal than anything you’ve ever done.

“Don’t worry Leon, I’ll keep our baby out of trouble. Be a good boy and give us a head start at least, yeah?” Her voice low, making your stomach churn with lust.

“You go first babe!” You say happily, moving to hold Leon down. You press a kiss on Ada’s lips, making sure Leon sees.

His eyes burn with desire, whether or not he says it out loud it’s not hard for everyone to see. He attempts to wiggle out of your grasp.

“See you at home, behave this time. No more stolen cars.” She pushes hair out of your face.

“But-”

“No. Stolen. Cars.” Her voice is firm, eyebrow raised. You nod, pouting.

As she sways out of the room, Leon begins to struggle harder. He grunts as you push down harder. You lean close to his ear, hearing the subtle change in his breathing. Your stomach churns again. Desire fills your every thought.

“Please be good, I swear I can make it worth your while.” Leon stiffens, hitting his forehead against the table.

“My job is to catch criminals, not make deals with them.” He says through gritted teeth.

You smile softly, moving your forehead to rest against his shoulder. He stiffens more (if possible at this point.) Your hand grips his wrists harder, letting out a loud sigh.

“If you would give us one night, all of this could go away.”

You let go quickly, sprinting out of the door. Moving quickly out the door Ada left open, you hear Leon shouting something. He’s too close.

You make it out on the street, navigating quickly and smoothly through the traffic and people walking. You hear Leon shout your name, turning to face him.

His face is overcome with a glare, bright red cheeks. Your smile turning into a grin, pulling your hair down from your pony tail you bow dramatically and begin sprinting. You move through a familiar alley, hearing Leon close by. You hide in a doorway, waiting for his footsteps.

“Shit! What the fuck!” He shouts, covering his face with his hands. He reaches for his radio, but isn’t able to send out his message before you dive at him. Tackling him to the ground.

“Gotcha!” You move to pin his hands behind his back again, sitting on his back.

“See! Isn’t this fun?” You say cheerfully. His grunts become louder, more frustrated. “I’m sorry, for what I’m about to do. This is the only way I can get you to cooperate with me.”

You knock him out, his grunts and curses end abruptly. Ada appears from seemingly no where. Her face grim, she leans down and pushes hair out of Leon’s face. Staring you down with an angry look.

“What? This really is the only way we could do this and you know that.” You frown, she presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Let’s move quickly then yn, get him into the car.” She stands as you move to lift him. “Maybe this time, he’ll listen.

Leon wakes to an unfamiliar room. His hands are cuffed to the bed frame, mouth gagged with a cloth. You sit at the edge of the bed, staring off with tears in your eyes. He grunts as he tries to pull his hands away from the bed frame. Your head snaps to him, tears falling from your eyes. You move quickly to the side of the bed, petting his hair and removing the cloth.

“I’m sorry, please don’t be upset. You wouldn’t listen to us, please just give me a moment.”

He looks down at his chest and his heart drops at the sight of no clothing, just his underwear. He whips his head to you, growling.

“What did you do-?”

“No-no-no! Wait, we didn’t touch you! We don’t have air conditioning and it’s hot so- I took them off- you were sweating a lot!” You say, panicked.

“What am I doing here? Who the fuck is we?” He says, anger on his face. He’s breathing fast, Leon looks around attempting to gather his surroundings.

“It’s just us Leon.” Ada says. You stare at her with more tears falling out of your eyes. “She just thought it would be better for you, after I specifically told her it was a bad idea-”

“I just thought.. it-” you say, more tears welling in your eyes.

“Getting me naked was not the move yn.” Leon says. He doesn’t know why, but he feels inclined to cheer you up. He meets your eyes, his gaze dropping to your lips for a moment before looking into your eyes again. He hates that you’ve engrained a soft spot in his heart, although he’s never going to admit to that. You sniffle, moving to sit in front of Ada, your body facing Leon.

“It’s okay sweetheart,” Ada says, petting your hair. Her fingernails scratch softly at your scalp, you shiver.“Talk to him, this is what he’s here for.”

Leon watches closely and she drags a finger nail down your cheek, to your neck, then to your chest finally meeting your-

“Officer Kennedy,” You say, interrupting his thoughts he definitely shouldn’t be having. “I want you, we both do.”

Silence fills the air, he tilts his head in confusion.

“Uh-Okay? So why am I tied up? I still don’t get why I’m even here. What’s going on?”

Ada’s hand stops groping your breast, you both freeze. A good minute of silence later she snorts pulling her hands to her face. You blink rapidly, shaking your head. No, no way. He has to get it right? Is he fucking with the two of you?

“Kennedy, babe,” Ada speaks, her smile apparent in her voice. “She wants you to join us.”

“I’ll never become a criminal. Especially not at this rate.” He says without missing a beat.

Ada snorts again, your mouth drops open. Leon’s cheeks become a bright red. His head tilting again, still confused. You turn around to Ada, a question in your expression. Leon takes the both of you in as you talk quietly.

You have nothing but a tank top and underwear on, Ada is still fully covered in her dress from earlier. The soft candlelight makes it hard to see the two of you very well, but he can spot makeup on the both of you. There’s faux fur on the cuffs, and a vibrator on the bed-

“Oh.” Leon says suddenly, his face darkening with even more color.

You and Ada turn quickly to face him, a blush on your cheeks as well. Leon looks embarrassed, he feels stupid. His head drops and he sighs. When he regains his composer, he meets your eyes, rolling his in annoyance.

“All you had to do was quit fucking up my city’s crime rate and ask yn.”

Your face morphs to shock, even darker can be seen even in the subtle lighting. His eyes drift to your legs, you shift uncomfortably. Ada places a hand on your shoulder and you stop. His eyes meet Ada’s gaze.

“Are you in charge Ada?” He says, his voice an octave lower. Your stomach churns.

She places her hands on your shoulders. Pushing the thin straps down, slowly. Her hands are soft, she smells like vanilla. You whine when she removes her hands just shy of touching your breasts. She kneels next to your ear and whispers something Leon can’t hear. You begin to crawl towards him, settling on his lap. His breath hitches as you lean forward, pressing your lips to his softly.

This kiss feels too intimate, soft and unsure. He pushes forward, his hands grip the cuffs. You can feel him hardening beneath you. You press harder, and the kiss quickly becomes hungry. You pull back, placing your hands on his chest to keep him still.

“If I take off the cuffs, you won’t run?” You say, your face serious. You still sound unsure, still torn up by having to know the poor kid out to get him here.

He’s taken aback by the question, his hard on should’ve been enough proof he wouldn’t. He looks deep into your eyes. Not able to sense any sort of malice.

I guess they both really do just wanna do this.

He nods, eyes on yours. He shifts, a small noise leaving his lips. You smile happily, going to remove the cuffs. He sees Ada moving quickly behind you. Her hand covers yours, staring directly in Leon’s eyes.

“Not yet, keep going.” She says, her voice firm. Your head whips to her, a pout on your lips. She stares into your eyes, shaking her head. You frown harder and remove your hands.

You both lean towards him, your lips on his while Ada begins to suck on his neck. He lets out a breath. Leon gasps when you push your tongue into his mouth, at the same time Ada uses her teeth on his neck.

Your hands move to his underwear, running a finger down his member. He shivers and you pull away. Moving quickly to remove your shirt, his underwear quickly following. You sit on his thighs, using your hand to stroke him slowly.

“Is this okay Officer?” You say, looking at him through your eyelashes.

He moans softly, nodding quickly and bucking his hips. Just how wrong is this?

He pulls at the handcuffs again. Ada stops covering his neck with hickeys, and moves to slowly remove the cuffs. Leon pulls her into a heated kiss, you moan around his cock and Ada pulls away. Leon whines but moves to grope your breasts, another moan leaving the both of you. Ada hums, moving to sit with Leon between her legs. Her dress is hiked up past her thighs, Leon shivers at her warmth.

“Isn’t she gorgeous?” She says into his ear, a whine leaving your lips. Leon nods quickly. She pulls his hands away, the both of them watching you move quickly around him.

You move faster around his cock, Leon whimpers loudly. As you take him, Ada smiles kissing his neck again, she moves to push his hand into your hair. He grips hard, you move quickly up and down his cock, your head bobbing and tongue moving like clock-work.

“That’s my girl yn, just like that.” She says, both you and Leon whining.

“We practiced this,” she says, her voice level. “We used our toys and all she talked about was how much she wanted you. We loved teasing you Kennedy, it made her so wet.”

Leon gasps loudly, throwing his head back. He moans, before attempting to push you off. Your head rises with a pop.

“Please- I want- can I-”

“You wanna fuck her Kennedy?” Ada interrupts, her nails lightly scratching his stomach. He nods quickly.

“Yes- please? I’ll be so good please!” He begs, he almost sounds like he could cry. You’re breathing quickly, shifting your legs. Leon feels Ada nodding at you, and he moves to push you under him.

“C’mon baby, give him what he wants, you’re both being so good for me.”

You lay down, your head on Ada’s thighs. She runs her fingers through your hair. Leon kneels at your cunt, positioning his cock at your hole. You whine, feeling him press forward.

“I’ll go slow.” He says, eyes staring at himself entering you.

“No, she can take it. The whole thing, now.” Ada says, her voice commanding.

You whine as he presses all of himself into you. You moan and the same time, Leon’s infinitely louder. He’s breathing fast, head bowed, eyes closes. He looks at Ada before thrusting carefully, before speeding up.

“There you go,” She says, “Take him, you’re doing so good. My pretty babies.”

Your gasps, Leon’s moans, the slapping of skin fills the room. It’s music to Ada’s ears, motions for Leon to slow down. As you being to whine she removes herself to sit in the corner of the bed, vibrator in hand. She removes her clothing, you and Leon both watch her intently. His thrusts remain slow, the both of you still breathing erratically.

She places a hand on her breast, toying at her nipple. You whine, looking at her desperately. She nods at you letting out a breath. You follow her movement, moaning at your own hand on your nipple. The vibrator buzzes to life, and she places it on her clit. She nods, not looking away from Leon’s cock in your cunt.

His thrusts grow aggressive quickly, your head falling back on the bed. Ada moans, the buzzing making your whole clench. Leon gasps, his thrusts growing erratic.

“So fucking wet.” He says, voice sounding so whiny. So good.

“So good Leon.” You say, looking into his eyes. “Making me feel so good.”

You pull at your nipple harder, wrapping your legs around Leon’s waist. He moves even faster, crying out when you rub at your clit.

“‘M- I’m gonna-” His voice breaks into a whine, leaning forward to take your other nipple into his mouth. You moan loudly, your other hand moving faster, rubbing at your clit.

“Cum for me, both of you.” Ada says, sounding desperate herself.

“C’mon Leon, fill me up. I want it. Please? I’ve been so good.”

The thrusts grow sloppy, his hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise. Leon finishes first, shooting himself into your hole. As you feel yourself being filled, you clench around his cock. Ada is the last to finish, moaning loudly, her legs twitching and her head falling back.

Ada is the first to move, cleaning the cum from your cunt. A soft smile on her lips as Leon falls next to you, pulling you into his arms. Ada lays on your other side, wrapping her arms around your waist. She kisses your shoulder, all three of your legs tangled in blankets.

Leon voice breaks the silence, “So… Does this mean you two will stop doing illegal shit?”

“I’ll think about it.” You say, giggling when he groans.

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wrinkledparchment · 2 years ago

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toeing the line | sebastian sallow

BRIEF DISCLAIMER: THIS AUTHOR DOES NOT SUPPORT OR TOLERATE TRANSPHOBIA OR DISCRIMINATION OF ANY KIND

Summary: a game of cat and mouse sequel | You may have lost the battle, but you’re determined not to lose the war. Just moments after you’d met him, you already felt close to him, like he was someone you could deeply trust. Even when a troll comes to Hogsmeade, or when Rookwood seeks you out, he always stands by your side, toeing the line between friends and something more.

Word Count: 3,706 words

Author’s Note: just a very light-hearted dabble into some Sebastian cuteness, warning it is unedited bc I spilled juice on my usual computer. OOps lol edit 1hr after posting: hi guys I appreciate all the love you’ve shown me so so much throughout all my fics--I will be more active today bc I will not be going to work. I hit someone with my car and now I am emotionally traumatized. Pls enjoy

Content Warnings: fluff, brief fight but nothing too graphic or magically violent :)

a game of cat and mouse

Sebastian’s heavy hand on your shoulder and warm breath on your ear still burned with his absence, and for every second you spent actually thinking about getting your supplies, or your classes, or precisely anything else, you spent 3 more seconds thinking about Sebastian’s voice, or your duel, or his wit that you felt you would never catch up to.

You felt--quite constantly, in fact--that you and Sebastian were competing for an unknown prize, continuously attempting to best the other in this war that conspicuously looked to everyone else like shameless flirting. The worst part that he was so talented at this sort of game, always managing to play the one card that caught you off-guard but never crossed the line into being too forward, too obvious that it showed you his hand.

After browsing only the necessary stores to complete Weasley’s shopping list, you practically booked it to the square near Honeyduke’s and the Wizardwear store, the meeting place Sebastian had designated. It was bustling, many people gathered around tables or sauntering between shops, enjoying the blue skies and the warm sun that warmed the skin of your cheeks.

A large smile broke out on your face as soon as you spotted Sebastian across the cobblestone square, leaned casually against the large tree with his legs crossed at the ankles. He seemed to be briefly skimming one of the potions textbooks, occupying his time while he waited patiently for you to come back home to him.

There was something so enchanting about that moment, you being able to watch him from afar. He looked so content, peaceful in his mind that was able to lay dormant briefly, not needing to work overtime to calculate just when to brush his hand against your knuckles or conjure a witty remark to stun you with. He was just naturally stunning, without ever needing to try.

At this point in the day, just the first day of knowing him, you’d already grown accustomed to the butterflies that awakened every time he was within 50 feet of you. You jogged lightly over to him, and as soon as your footsteps were within hearing distance, he looked up, as if he could sense your presence. When you came to a stop in front of him, he smiled so radiantly that you had forgotten the greeting you’d rehearsed on the way.

“I’ve finished my rather extensive shopping list,” you landed on instead, almost frowning at how you couldn’t immediately come back from the last interaction swinging. You held your wand up, proud of your immediate connection to what felt like the most stunning wand you’d ever seen.

He could sense your satisfaction, smiling, “Excellent.” The word just rolled off his tongue so simply, but for some ungodly reason, you felt your heart swell.

You didn’t bother allowing yourself the time to get flustered at his brief praise, and instead tried to show interest in him, too. “Did you get what you needed for your sister?”

You’d hoped that this would open a new avenue of conversation, but he didn’t open up more than he needed to. “I did,” he nodded. “I suppose the world is our oyster now,” and you held your breath as a smirk crawled up his face, “let’s see what mischief we can get up to.”

Sebastian saw you briefly glance over to Honeyduke’s. “Perhaps I can treat you to some desserts like I’d promised on the way over,” and there is a question, a near undetectable longing hidden by your smile, but it didn’t matter, because it was present in your eyes, too.

His smirk grew into an endearing smile, “Only if you promise to let me treat you to butterbeers at the Three Broomsticks afterwards.”

“I’ll keep it under consideration,” you pursed your lips, dangling the small burlap bag of galleons you found on the trail over between your pointer and thumb. “But I’m afraid one of us has a knack for treasure hunting and happens to be a few galleons richer.”

Sebastian shook his head, seemingly defeated, “I’m afraid your ‘knack for treasure hunting’ has very little to do with my proposal.” There was that twinkle in his eyes, and you knew that he had something prepared, as he always does. “Don’t you know that the gentleman always pays on the first date?”

You worked hard to contain your fumbling, internally swearing at him because somehow he always just has one comment locked and ready to fire. It was so difficult to try and play a game of charm and wit because he truly was the master.

All you could do was scoff, hoping that when you opened your mouth again, the most brilliant retort would fall out on it’s own. Before a word could fall out of your mouth, though, the ground began to rumble, loud thumps coming from behind the quaint village and exponentially rising in volume. As the thumps grew larger and larger, harsh sounds of crashes, breaking wood, and screams joined into the mix.

Out of seemingly nowhere, a fighter troll clad in armor glowing similarly to the dragon’s collar or Ranrok’s magic ran into the village, smashing stalls under it’s feet before launching into the air and smacking it’s large club into the ground before the pedestrians.

It didn’t matter to Sebastian that you had beaten him so swiftly and brutally in the earlier Defense Against the Dark Arts class--the single event that had him watching your every move with a close eye; Sebastian was not thinking logically when he put his arm out in front of you, fingers grasping onto your ropes as he shuffled to block your body with his. He acted solely on instinct, his need to protect overwhelming every sense and clouding every thought.

You peeked out from behind his shoulder as he slowly pulled his wand out, and you did the same, watching the troll’s line of sight slowly change from the adult villagers to you and Sebastian. The screams slowly got more distant as most of the villagers who were too scared to fight the troll ran for the exit, or for any cover at all.

The troll took a second when looking in your direction, as if registering who you were, but as soon as those few seconds were over, your eyes widened as the troll began to charge at the two of you. Sebastian flung at him with his wand, but it was to no avail. Only when one of the aurors of the village cast bombarda right at the troll’s head did it stop, going after the villagers instead of you two.

Sebastian’s grip on your robes loosened, his frame still blocking your body slightly, but he finally let go when he’d felt the area was clear. Precisely at the moment that Sebastian had turned to you, almost blushing as to excuse himself for grabbing onto you and forcing you behind him, a second troll came smashing through a house and now the pair of you were the sole targets, no backup to save you now. It charged at you quickly, but like clockwork, both you and Sebastian ducked and rolled.

There was such a simplicity to duelling with Sebastian, and despite it being your very first fight as a duo rather than opponents, the flow was seamless. The fighting ability and teamwork came naturally, like he was the thunder to your lightning. Sebastian used confringo quite a lot, which you’d noted to ask him to teach you later. You found your new power in some sort of powerful non-verbal magic, only discovering it out of fear and instinct when you saw Sebastian get corned by the troll.

Although Sebastian helped quite a lot, your newfound ability was what ultimately made the troll collapse, having one final box thrown at his head finally knocked the monster to his knees, and as Sebastian caught his breath, he glanced up to watch as you held your wand to your palm, a bright glow gathering before you threw a ball of who-knows-what at the troll. The giant shattered into shards, dissipating into thin air, and when Sebastian looked back at you, he caught a glimpse of a small, triumphant smile on your face.

He felt something churn so deeply in his stomach that he’d wondered what the elves had put in his tart this morning, but it only took seconds for the realization to cross his mind, and he finally realized what it was that made his heart feel full and his cheeks flush--pride.

Aurors and adult villagers all gathered around you amidst the rubble, Sebastian only standing back to watch as you were praised for your bravery. Jealousy was absent from Sebastian, and all his mind was filled with was your sly smile and the memory of his hand tugging on your robes, desperate to protect you without realizing that it was you who would protect him.

As an officer was congratulating you, all that was stuck in Sebastian’s mind was the terrified look on your face when the troll had him cornered, and how without effort or thought you moved to save him, power flowing through you with ease. For you, saving him had no contest in your mind and there was no second-guessing, no hesitation. It was instinct for you, but for Sebastian, having someone care so deeply with no reservations was so foreign that he didn’t register time passing until you were stood in front of him, having repaired all the buildings and broken stalls in the square. You’d also been awarded a new robe that wasn’t marred with scratches and dirt from the battle, which Sebastian recognized fit you incredibly well.

“Sebastian,” his name rolled off your tongue like a prayer, and a smile grew on your face as soon as he met your eyes. “I’d say we earned a butterbeer or two, how about you?”

He sighed dramatically, hoping you’d find humor in it. “It might help me forget that I was almost pulverized by a troll.”

Sebastian was quickly rewarded by a laugh that tumbled out of your mouth, warm and honey-like and after so long of simply being able to smirk, revelling in the satisfaction of you being so unmistakenly smitten by him, he now had to face that you’d called his bluff. There was something deeper between the two of you, and he could feel it when you spoke to him, “Not if I have anything to say about it.”

You grabbed out your small pouch of galleons, begging Sebastian to escort you to buy some chocolate frogs from Honeyduke’s before heading over to the Three Broomsticks. Just as you plopped the package down on the counter, Sebastian wordlessly took out his spare change and set it neatly next to the chocolate frogs. You froze, fingers still reaching into your pouch as you looked to him with furrowed brows.

He grabbed the chocolate frogs off the counter, smiling at you and then at the storeowner, before guiding you away. He opened the door for you and passed you your chocolates, “What’s some spare change in exchange for not getting wacked by a troll club?”

You scoffed, “Are you trying to bribe me, Sallow?”

He shook his head, smirking. “No,” he flung his arm around your shoulder, leaning into your ear once again. “You’re just incredible.” His warmth was engulfing now, and you were so close to the salvation of him really holding you that it started to make you dizzy. You felt ridiculous, childish smile and feverish flush taking over your whole face, and he was so close.

You felt like you were just about to close the distance, wrap your arm around his waist and squeeze enough for your hips to meld together when something in the tone shifted, your stomach dropped and the hairs on the back fo your neck stood up perfectly straight.

You looked around, watching a peculiar looking man wander down into an alley, and then you caught it, a glimpse of Ranrok standing, and he looked rather angry. Sebastian’s arm dropped from you immediately, the two of you seeking cover to eavesdrop, and this time, it was you who stood in front, and Sebastian’s heart fluttered at your innate need to protect him.

Your heart constricted, Sebastian’s confusion over the situation palpable behind you. Ranrok had sent the trolls to Hogsmeade in an attempt to get to you, underestimating your abilities by far. Sebastian felt even more intrigued by you than before, his eyes watching the side of your face closely as he tried to gauge your reaction.

You made brief eye contact with Ranrok, and you were so startled by the look in his eyes that you immediately grabbed Sebastian by the sleeve of his robe, only bothering to whisper a hurried “We should go,” before tugging him away and into the more populated street.

“Did they see us?” Sebastian questsioned worriedly, eyes scanning all around the street, your fingers dropping from his robe as you tried to hasten your pace, deciding it would be best for the two of you to hide out in the Three Broomsticks. “What was that goblin doing with Victor Rookwood?”

You mumbled something about a goblin named Ranrok and a rebellion, but Sebastian was barely paying enough attention to not stumble over his own feet, let alone try and decipher your ramblings.

“Ranrok?” Sebastian’s face quickly dropped, turning into one of harsh realization, “You mean the goblin from the Daily Prophet? I knew I’d recognized him from somewhere, I--” and his face managed to get even stonier. He lightly grasped your arm, trying to guide you to walk in front of him as he watched Rookwood emerge from the alley, searching the streets. “Quickly,” Sebastian muttered in your ear, glancing behind him and all he could think of was keeping you safe.

Sebastian practically busted open the doors of the Three Broomsticks, the attention of all the patrons turning quickly to the two of you. A goblin passed you on the way in, but you were so focused on trying to be inconspicuous you barely thought anything of it. Sebastian’s hand was still resting on your upper arm, bringing you to a seat. His arm only dropped when he went to pull out your stool for you, and you found yourself wanting him to put it back, to comfort you with his touch again.

You almost wished you’d find yourself in more danger when he was around if this was what it led to--his warmth lingering and his smell clouding your senses and better judgment. His hand reached up to his hair now, tangling in it as he glanced from you to the barkeeper to the door in rapid succession, repeatedly.

Sebastian relaxed quickly after Sirona started talking though, making brief introductions and offering the first two butterbeers on the house. You took a sip quickly, your eyes peeking just enough over the rim to stay alert. “I heard about the attack,” Sirona began, and the cockiest of grins creeped onto Sebastian’s face. “I’m glad to see you two escaped injury.”

“Thanks to this one,” Sebastian laid his heavy eyes on you, and you nearly rolled your eyes at just how smitten he looked, huge smile adorning his face. “Single-handedly took down a troll!” he praised, raising his mug high in celebration.

Sirona shared a knowing smile with Sebastian, as if she could read him like a book, “Is that right? Well done.” After brief conversation, she left the bar to attend to other guests, allowing you time to break open your chocolate frogs and pop them in your mouth.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Sebastian teased, noting your glare at him just a few seconds prior.

You shook your head, trying to finish your chocolate frog quickly so you could answer him. “Must you embarrass me with your praise everywhere we go?”

He hummed, “I’m the type to brag about my closest friends. I can’t help it.”

Just as you were raising the mug to your lips, nearly finishing off your first cup of butterbeer, the large doors creaked open to reveal Rookwood and Harlow, a much stubbier sidekick. Sebastian sat up straighter in his seat, looking you in the eye as you both hoped that the pair wouldn’t notice you. Sirona quickly walked over, asking them to leave.

As the tension in the room escalated, Sebastian’s face leaned ever closer to yours, looking you sternly with his eyes cloudy, filled with danger. You could hear Rookwood’s sneer in his voice, “Come now, no need for theatrics.” You looked to Sebastian as he watched Rookwood in the corner of his eye. “I’m only here for this one, anyway.”

You squeezed your eyes shut if only for a second, turning around and stepping off your stool, Sebastian quickly following you, standing as close to you as possible. If you’d ever glanced down, you’d see his hands in fists hovering over his pocket, his legs planted in the ground, like he was ready for a fight. “My friend is enjoying a well-earned butterbeer.”

“I only want a quick word,” and he tries to prowl towards you, head closer to you than his feet. Every patron stands up and draws their wand, and Sebastian, rather than tugging you behind him like he did in the past, steadies himself by your side and draws his wand quicker than anyone else in the entire tavern.

Your eyes leave Rookwood’s if only for a second, glancing at the side of Sebastian’s face, his jaw hardened and eyes stone cold. Rookwood backs away, still threatening Sirona as he takes slow footsteps backwards. Just as he turned, about to open the door, his eyes glanced back at you and Sebastian. He smirked, “Can’t drink butterbeers forever.”

When he left, you decided to return to your seat, grabbing your mug and finally taking your last swig. Sebastian grabbed his stool, pulling it slightly closer to yours before settling down, also finishing off his butterbeer. “You’ll be telling me about this later,” he stated matter-of-factly, and all you could do was let out a chuckle, silently agreeing.

You ordered three more rounds, your stomachs nearly caving in on themselves from the sheer amount of butterbeers the two of you drank. You talked about anything and everything--classes, Sebastian’s plan to duel as a team, his previous adventures with Anne and Ominis--you were chatting, snacking on chocolate frogs, and sipping your complimentary drinks until well after the sun went down.

As time passed in the Three Broomsticks, the two of you kept unknowingly scooting your stools closer together, upper arms pressed against one another, necks sore from constantly looking to the side. Even as the patrons came and went, the one consistent sound was the laughter of you and Sebastian, childish and playful.

Your fingers brushed, eyes barely leaving each other’s faces, and it felt like no time had passed at all. Only when you heard brief whispers about a curfew did you glance out the window to see how late it’d gotten. You almost didn’t want to leave the safety of the Three Broomsticks, remembering Rookwood’s threat that seemed to imply he’d be waiting for you as soon as you left.

When you got out of your seat and headed for the doors, Sebastian’s hand brushed over the small of your back so briefly you weren’t sure if you’d imagined it, but you saw his hand fall back to his side out of the corner of your eye. After you reached the crisp night air of Hogsmeade, looking at the twinkling lights that hung over the streets and the stars they were reminscient of, you never got that gut feeling you knew so well.

You walked down the street, returning to Hogwarts with Sebastian in comfortable silence. As you glanced down the street, you saw one Theophilus Harlow slumped over, sitting against a wall on the ground, fast asleep. Sebastian’s eyes followed yours, and he had to stop himself from letting out a chuckle at the sight. As you passed the bridge to Hogsmeade, far enough that you were sure you were safe, Sebastian leaned over to you again. “Maybe we can drink butterbeers forever.”

Your smile was bright enough, Sebastian noted, to compete with the moon. He felt rewarded by your happiness, and worked hard to contain the joy that felt like it was pouring out of him. “Maybe not forever,” you remarked, “but we can drink butterbeers together long enough to put the whole world to sleep.”

He silently agreed, but still felt the need to counter anyways, just to continue the game that he felt you’d both already lost. “The volume of our laughter might just be enough to wake the whole world up.”

You shook your head, finally ready for a response off the cuff, having learned from the best. “I’m sure the world has grown used to it by now.”

And finally, you decided to be the one to push instead of him, never growing impatient of the game but rather reveling in it. Your hand reached for his forearm, grasping around his bicep and holding it lightly. His eyes caught yours, his lips curled into a smirk, and you felt you could push further.

Your hand snaked down, gliding along his silky robes, and both of your hearts beat faster, in tandem with one another. Sebastian felt dizzied by your touch, all alarms sounding off in his mind, knowing that you were about to win this game you’d been playing. Your hand grasped his, fingers that had been chilled from the night air finding solace in one another. Your thumb rubbed circles on the back of his hand, toeing the line between harmless flirting and something more.

Sebastian’s hand squeezed yours, and you resisted the urge to hold your breath, only looking up at him through your eyelashes, lips curved only slightly into the smallest of smiles. The two of you continued the rest of the way to your common room in a comfortable and warm silence, pathway illuminated by the moon and the stars.

#hogwarts legacy #Harry Potter #harry potter fandom #harry potter fanfic #harry potter hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x gn!reader #welcome to hogsmeade

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lsjhl · 8 months ago

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Nose in the Snow Pt.1

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Alcina Dimitrescu x Agender reader

Summary: Turning against your family was not on your 2024 bingo card but after a threat in the woods reveals itself you might win a prize.

Words: 1.3k+

The sharp edges of the metal cuffs cut into my wrists as I growl at my children and wife. I'm not sure why this is happening, but I know I'm scaring them. I feel like a passenger in a car flying down the highway knowing it will crash.

Oh, I can see my sweet Bela wishing to come closer, I move back. I don't know what's happening but I do know I don't want to hurt my family.

– one week ago –

“er? oney? Y/N!?” I blink and look over to Alcina. “Yes, love?” I ask as I take in the worried expression she wears.

“I asked if you were alright, you've been staring out of the window for some time now and while I know you love to bird watch, dear, there is no such evidence of life in the depth of winter right this moment” Alcina continues with her concerns.

I look at her still a bit fuzzy in the head and from behind my right shoulder, I hear my youngest of three. “Mother, you know father is crazy,” my dear Daniela says, and before Alcina can reprimand her for the unnecessary comment I ask something far more important than my faltering mind state.

“Who got to throw the dart?”

A little backstory to this. You see in our world ravaged by the T-virus there will be a somewhat little chance that someone you know is infected. Either a small bit, enough to hold out longer than others if given a stronger dose, or fully infected. Umbrella was never good at keeping their dogs on a leash.

So given that mutants and the savage bipedal we call humans live in one world together we have found ways to keep ourselves aligned.

For Alcina, that means breaking all our furniture or if caught fast enough having one of us take her to Heisenberg and having him allow Alcina to wreak havoc in his scrap yard. Anger issues, we all have ‘em.

My oldest, Bela, enjoys just finding a nice sunny spot and taking in some quiet time, it's impossible to reach her in the summer when she wishes to be alone. Not due to it being hard to find her but because I will strike for blood if someone dares bother my dear daughter. But I will relay a message. She does so much for this family, I will do anything in my power to get her downtime

Cassandra my middle child is big on throwing a mean right hook so boxing is right up her alley. She loves violence and gets it from her mother. But I do take credit for the care she puts into taking the proper measures to keep herself safe and having continued fun along with knowing the correct steps of taking good care of whatever weapon she uses.

And little daredevil Daniela loves to give her mother heart attacks by climbing anything she can get her callused grabby hands on. It’s a challenge trying to get her inside during the warmer months and winter is hell for both her and me. Her because she can't climb anything taller than about thirteen feet and me because I can’t allow her to climb anything higher than thirteen feet, I wish to give my daughters everything but I dont want her hitting her head on the ceiling in the library or getting to close to the openable skylight during the cold season.

Gosh, how I love all of them for what makes them special, and they do for me too. Now while I might not have furniture slash face breaking anger or cat-like activities under my belt my family still counts one thing as The Thing™ that makes me special. I am not one to care for certain social roles and to make a long story short, I'm agender. This means that I experience and live through having no gender, so every morning, my wife or our three adorable kids will grab a dart and throw it at a modified dart board we had made that has sections labeled as Mom, Father, Momma, and Dad. The main reason for this was that I wanted my family to have an easy way to call me without having a stroke on thinking of what labels I might prefer. You can tell which it landed on today.

“I did!” little Daniela says proudly with a bright smile that falls as soon as she hears the next words out of her mother's mouth. “Daniela, what did I say about calling your father crazy?” Alcina goes off and while she does I turn my focus back to the window dissociating from my soundings trying to find the shadows at the edges of my mind. That is until I hear Daniela’s small “but he is” in terms of my mental state and wanting her not to feel bad I chime in with “I hear people in the walls” added with a goofy grin slapped on my face as I direct my look to be at my wife.

She, of course, gives me an exasperated look, and with a roll of her eyes she puts down that claim with a “No, you dont.” Then looks me up and down with a flicker of worry and adds “You dont right?” I chuckle and softly say no as my smile morphs into something more natural and full of undying love rather than silly mischief. That is until I go back to my delusions, “I do think we have people hiding in the woods watching us” and before I allow that statement to sink in I continue “Or it’s like a bird or something, who knows” I finish with a shrug and an unbothered expression.

“What was it you were saying mother, about father not being demented?” I hear my oldest, Bela, say as she enters the library. They continue their talk on my fragmented brain and I now have my forehead against the glass of the window still lost in my mind thinking and re-thinking the same few things. Human, animal, shadow, crazy, crow? Birds, love, birds. So on and so on.

I feel my eyes move right and left as I look for the thing lurking in my wife's woods. I saw something, I'm always seeing something. God schizophrenia is a bitch.

I'm going to go check it out.

I turn to the library doors and take one step before my last daughter steps in front of me to block my path. “Fathers lost again,” Cassandra says before I feel the strong hands that belong to my wife pick me up. “Oh Draga, are the woods bothering you this much?“ She says softly into my ear as she cradles me to her chest. I feel myself cut back into the current world and blink slowly once before looking up at Acina with an innocent face. “I'm okay but I do want to go look at the woods for a bit, just to settle myself.” She nods and goes to put me down, that is until we both hear Daniela and Cassandra whine.

“No fair, why does father get to be picked up?” Daniela says soon followed by her older sister adding “Yeah, I want to be picked up too” I chuckle and hold my hands up in a ‘calm down’ motion “Okay, okay. Once your mother lets me down I'm sure she’ll give you three a boost up” I look the tro over and see two enthusiastic head nods and one slow shy one from my sweet Bela.

Looking back at my wife I ask to be let down and with some hesitation, she does so. “I'm going to grab my boots. I'll be back in 10 minutes, okay?” I say while walking backward to the door. ”Be safe and do keep me updated if you find anything” Alcina says as our three little girls start climbing her like a tree and she gently swats at them.

Grabbing my boots and a heavy jacket I go out through the kitchen to find the thing or things that have been bothering me.

#resident evil #alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #re8 alcina #alcina x reader #resident evil alcina #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #re village #re 8 #re 8 village #resident evil village #i love her #tall wife #the bride and the ugly ass groom #type shit #god i love her #good i love women

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 10 months ago

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Sorry for any mistakes !! 💺 anon

1) One more yoga idea!! You're doing your usual exercises when all of the sudden you feel his hands on you. "Let me help you with that, love." And he helps us stretch more (after all, he is good at stretching us, if you get what I mean)

2) If my man was so riled up just from us showing a little bit of thighs, how would he react if we send him a photo of us in lingerie??

3) His clothes are our clothes too, so we just borrow anything. His sweatpants (he def makes a comment about we're cleaning the floor with them since they're too long), shirts, dress shirts, jackets, even his socks and tie??

4) Speaking of clothes, Tan with a sophisticatedly dressed wife? Dressing up in nice suits while on missions? Helps you take off your blazer once home because he feels

5) OK JUST IMAGINE FOR A SECOND THAT HE SHAVED (for whatever reason idk), and now he looks like a baby and we tease him

6) Putting on lipstick and telling him to come closer so we can blot the excess off, so he brings us some tissues but we just start kissing him, leaving lipstick all over his face 🫠

7) (just added this one last min) about tan being a flirt, I feel like he makes some comments and lem has to shut him up because he doesn't wanna hear all that

8) This random thought that I had : "Can we watch The Intern?" "Are you serious, again?" "Can you be a fucking man and watch The Intern with me?" The wife privilege is real

9) So we talked about reader getting injured, now I'm making it about him. He survives the events from the movie and we're also left traumatized since we saw him almost die and every now and then we stare at his scar and try to not think back to that day :( and we're trying to hide our tears from him :(

10) He has that 'I don't want a cat but when I will get a cat I will treat it as if it's my child' vibe and I love him for it !!

Assassin!reader 1) AAHH imagine we have the same coat they are wearing at the beginning of the movie so we all match?? (in our size ofc)

2) And also, what would you say our codename is? It's obvs a fruit so we match with them but which one are you thinking?

3) Reader being even more of a menace over text?? They start to get worried because we aren't responding to their texts or calls and when we do, we send them something like "Sorry guys, just got hit by a car" or "SORRY the train I am in is on fire" (TRUE STORY BTW)

4) RANDOM 2AM THOUGHT!! We're on a mission and we run into another assassin who's also married (like the wolf except his wife is alive oops) and after a little bit of fighting, we just end up gushing about our lovers !!

5) So in the book, they had to go to Morioka, not Kyoto. So that sparked a scenerio in my head. After tan hangs up (it's the phone call before they meet with the yakuza, that scene) : we say "We're stopping at Morioka though, not Kyoto." "No it's Kyoto, love" "No, the destination says Morioka." We show them the details we were told, and we all start to realize there's something wrong. (Ignore the fact that we didn't tell them 😘😘)

+ more lem because we're platonic soulmates 1) I mentioned this a long time ago but imagine a convo of us trying to argue with him about how we're actually a diesel. "Think about it, you said they bluff, they're liars and the worst. That girl back in Japan fooled all of us with her act. I do the same when we're on missions and need intel!" And he's just shaking his head and crossing his arms. "Are you hearin' her right now?"

2) Sorry I'm touching on this topic again but what kind of music does lem listen to? I'd say probably ones that hype you up so much that if he were to sing you would hear it from a meter away from his car, with his windows up.

3) We get a notification from them, saying they finished the mission and will be home in 3 hours, so we send on the group chat a photo of the food we prepared and he is so pissed!! "COME ON IT'S THREE HOURS. You can't do this to me"

4) Another sms one sorry!! I hc he uses emojis randomly "Why is this man arguing with me about how many people we killed? 😻😻" (Us) "Where's my gossip buddy??" "REPORTING FOR DUTY 🤾🏿‍♂️🤾🏿‍♂️🤾🏿‍♂️🤾🏿‍♂️" "The fact that you don't understand what I'm trying to say is making me cry" "You don't know what you're talking about do you?" "NO 🗣️🔥💯😼" "BRO THE GRIP HE HAS ON THAT PHONE WHAT DID YOU EVEN SEND HIM ⁉️ Him fr: 🧍‍♂️>🧎‍♂️>🐶" "ALSO NO DON'T TELL ME WHAT YOU TWO ARE TEXTING 🤺🤺" "Wasn't planning to 😱" STOP HE DEF MAKES STORIES USING EMOJIS WHEN HE'S BORED!!

ALSO THE SMS?? ! NOT LEM PICKING 17 WHEN WE ASK HIM 😭 Also requets might get open?? AS ALWAYS NO RUSH LOVE but I just wanted to ask if you will be accepting smut?

JUST SAW THE OTHER ONES WITH TAN OML. The photo with the bathtub, we're so evil imagine we leave him on read after that 😭😭😭 I FEEL LIKE I DON'T SAY THIS ENOUGH BUT THANK YOU SM FOR EVERYTHING YOU DO ILYSM 💗💗

apologies for any in mine, I do these on my phone 😭😭

1- AAAAHH YES!!! hands on waist standing behind ‘helping’ you (I do see what you did there and im liking it)

2- if he got it in public I feel like he’d do a really long exhale, a deep kinda sigh and palm over the bottom half of his face. maybe rake through he hair (we got him all frustrated and flustered tehe)

3- that’s a given. we share clothes, ie we take his. also imagine imagine ??? he wears our dressing gowns in the morning ??? and he’s just making a tea and having a fag out the back door and he’s wearing a floral stain dressing gown (I uhm think that’s very hot) also also he wears plaid pj bottoms bc I say so and we always wear them

4- like a mafia/ mob wife ???? im seeing the vision and again im loving it

5- AAAAAHH stuff like that freaks me out. he would feel like a stranger in your house and he’d look so naked without it😭😭😭😭

6- ARFGGHH OMG THATS ACTUALLY SO CUTE ??! pink or red or brown smooches all over his face 🫠

7- yes yes yes !!! lem loves relationship gossip as much as the next, but some things he just doesn’t want to hear. I feel like lem has no filter sometimes so if he says he doesn’t wanna hear it you know it’s bad😭

8- “can you be a fucking man and watch the intern with me”😭😭😭😭 I think he enjoys your movies a lot more than he lets on. and happy wife, happy life 😌

9- he has the scar from it??????🥲☹️ he def notices the way you look at it and he reaches out for your hand, giving it a squeeze bc he knows how sad it makes you

10- I love men that love cats😩 he is one to say he doesn’t want one but loves it the most out of everyone

assassin reader

1- stop it!!! that’s so cute 🫠 so coordinated I love it

2- back when I first started writing tan I thought I was being original when I named reader cherry, turns out lots of other writers used cherry😭😭😭😭😭 I thought it was unique only to see that it wasn’t. imagine if you were from new zealand and your code name was kiwi, little bit on the nose but that would be pretty cool ngl (just thought of that so had to say lol) but I really haven’t given it much thought since that debacle

3- 😭😭😭 yes!! like one disappears and updates with the craziest things “thought I bruised my rib, turns out its puncturing my lung🤪 back in a few hours”

and wait you were on a train that was on fire????

4- awwww :(( be like “one sec my man is texting me” “yeah no problem, mine is too” “want to have a timeout— he gets funny when I don’t answer checkpoint calls” “mine does too. he calls me every 30 minutes to make sure im okay and where I need to be” 😭😭😭 and then just chat and gossip

5- damn I really should read the book

platonic lemon

1- 😭😭 love it!!!

2- yesss !!!! idk why but I cannot think of any??? but his taste is very different to tans, that I can guarantee. also lem is an avid music listener, he knows what’s popular and what’s in the charts

3- 😭😭😭 he gets hangry (it’s okay me too)

4- never be sorry!! omg yes that works so well for him and makes so much sense !!! I enjoyed reading those texts way too much😭😭 and the “him fr:” pissing

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he’s just too impatient lmfao, didn’t even get a chance to tell him what it’s for

im gonna give you the 411… im opening then in an hour just before I go bed, shush don’t tell anyone, it’s a secret. and ofc to the smut, always always yes to the smut 😭

hehehe yesss!! it’s not our fault we misunderstood him (we didn’t, we just like to tease) he’d spam with texts until you reply

AAAAAAHHH YOURE ALWAYS SO SWEET THANK YOU :(( ILYSM 💓💓

#ask #💺#tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine headcanon

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thedeliverygod · 1 year ago

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I need help, please.

Essentially back in 2021 when I filed for bankruptcy I used a feature my payroll for my company offers which is to “borrow” money from your following paycheck, I guess like a pay advance. I borrowed the full $500 amount in order to pay my court fees/lawyer fees so that I wouldn’t have to burden my dad.

I figured once my bankruptcy went through and I was no longer paying credit card bills every month, I could handle being short a paycheck a month or two while I bounced back. I tried my best, but life kept getting in the way. I had car problems come up, I had health problems come up. At my bankruptcy hearing in December they decided they wanted me to pay 2 more installments of the court fees early so that I wouldn’t have to go back a second time (I also had to hide my cell phone in the bush outside because they did not provide lockers and I had to worry about it getting stolen the whole time because I have no family/friends in the area to drive and drop me off but that’s another story).

Then my rent went up another $100 and inflation struck everything but especially groceries. I needed every drop of that $500 + the remainder of my paycheck in order to make sure everything got paid.

I won’t say I’ve been perfect and haven’t made unnecessary purchases. It’s a goddamn depressing world and I am trying to keep myself sane with little things.

I’ve sold a lot of “unnecessary” things in my life. Old video games and stuffed animals. Old movies. Old books. I tried to sell cosplays but I left them up on eBay for months with no bites.

I can go to the used book store maybe one or two more times with some things but I think that’s about all I can manage. I’m considering selling some of my Kingdom Hearts figure collection but I’d have to know I’d get a fair price of what they’re actually worth since a fair amount aren’t made anymore. But yeah, the bookstore offers me meager amounts for things so it I only helps so much. For instance I sold my ps3, some books, a Mai sakurajima figure and I think I got like $38 and a few dollars of store credit. Aka it helps but not much. I have an old diamond necklace from my ex boyfriend I’ve considered pawning but I don’t know if that would get me much either.

My mom just got home from a stint at the hospital; she’s relatively okay now but she was in the ICU for an infection, kidney damage and low blood pressure. The latter 2 were mainly from being dehydrated in combo with the infection so she’s mostly better in that regard at least enough to go home. She’s on disability and her husband is retired so they scrape by. My dad has been sick and not working for several months now with leg issues I don’t really know much about because he’s been very vague with me and won’t let me visit.

My parents can’t help me and I can’t help them. It’s been one of the most frustrating feelings on earth.

All in all it’s 4 am, almost 5 am and I’m asking for help because I don’t know what else to do. I’m ashamed of myself and I just am so lost.

Because of the rising costs of everything, I’ve often been over drafting now. I don’t know if I’ve just gotten lucky or what but my bank didn’t hit me with overdraft fees that is until today. I got several right at the same time I deposited money and I’m left with under $40.

I’m still getting my halved paycheck so rent is priority with that and then hopefully one or two bills. But I need groceries somewhere in there. There’s a prescription I need to pick up. I have an overdue medical bill that I’ve pushed aside already in lieu of utilities. And I just am so overwhelmed. Thankfully my cat is well stocked in all his food thanks to my best friend ordering him a Goliath sized bag of dry food and me buying wet food earlier than I needed to so there is that positive.

TLDR: If anyone can donate anything so I can get groceries I’d be so grateful. If I could somehow get to $500 to make it so I don’t have to borrow money for my next paycheck I’d be eternally grateful but I feel like that’s asking too much.

I don’t feel like my situation is bad enough for a gofundme but I do have a ko-fi which I’ll link at the bottom. I am 100% going to be job searching for better pay soon but I have a surgery this month and I need to not mess with my insurance just yet.

I’d gladly write drabbles etc if you would like as a thank you gift but I unfortunately don’t have much else to give. I wish I could draw so I could take commissions.

If you can’t afford to donate, I totally get it. But also if you could reblog and maybe it’ll find it’s way to someone who can? Thank you either way.

I’m sorry if I rambled on too much but my mind is racing. I just want to be able to get back on my feet so once I can help myself I can maybe help my family.

#help #signal boost

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daddy-long-legssss · 1 year ago

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Super long post about my experience at the Arctic Monkeys concert in Toronto for night one.

Excuse any typos lol.

First things first, I had trouble with my ticket and nearly had a heart attack (thanks StubHub) but I got my ticket figured out and got to the venue in time while DC Fontaines were performing. It was mostly a younger crowd in their 20’s-30’s but there were some older folks and parents taking their teenage kids. The amount of leather blazers, Converse, Doc Martens and black mini skirts I saw was incredible. It’s interesting how the tumblr grunge aesthetic still carries on in their fan base even though the band has changed so much.

My seats were at the back of the 303 section of Budweiser stage, dead centre and no one was behind me. I’m 6’1 and I wore a little heeled boot (sorry it went with the outfit) but I was so happy I didn’t block anyone behind me.

They fucking opened with ‘Do I Wanna Know?’ around 9:10 pm. I was fully ready to hear ‘Sculptures of Anything Goes’ but I was shocked and happy to hear those opening riffs. It’s just so good. How can you not love it. Everyone went wild and rightly so.

Alex looked handsome as always in his blazer but he did a little Canadian tuxedo with the denim shirt and jeans and those silly glasses but I kinda loved it.

They thundered into ‘Brainstorm’ which sounded incredible. Their sound and talent has truly stood the test of time and he didn’t slow anything down LOL.

THEN THEY FUCKING DID ‘I Ain’t Quite Where I Think I Am’ and I lost my fucking MIND. AND NO ONE ELSE DID. At least not around me. I hate to admit it but the crowd was kinda mid. I feel kinda bad for the band, they deserve so much better, especially the new songs. The crowd only know AM songs and the popular songs from the early albums. I’m a new fan myself but I’m unhealthy obsessed and I studied their discography and The Car specifically beforehand. IAQWITI is so damn groovy and funky, the ‘waahhs’ get me every time and ‘eyes roll back’. The guitar always sounds so delicious and fun.

They did ‘Snap Out Of It’ which isn’t my favourite (sorry) but still a fun bop. But then they did ‘Cry Lightning’ and again, l lost my shit. It sounded so goddamn good. Again, his voice just carries the song so beautifully and it’s already a masterpiece so hearing it live was nothing short of spectacular. He also did the solo at a the regular speed and actually played a little longer.

And Teddy Picker and View From The Afternoon were played and again, they always slap and are such good energy. NO ONE WAS MOVING. AGAIN, AT LEAST NOT AROUND ME. Even looking out into the crowd, it was just upright bodies barely moving like??? Alex serenaded us with ‘Cornerstone’ adding little ad-libs as usual, he says ‘fiddling with the smoke alarm’ now instead of ‘messing’. There was a beautiful piano interlude before ‘Why’d You Only Call Me When Your High?’ and it seems like everyone woke back up and sang along. Alex got on his knees during Arabella and sang straight into the camera which kept zooming into his face. He’s like a cat with a laser pointer.

THEN CAME ‘ONE POINT PERSPECTIVE’. Those opening piano keys started and I I screamed and clapped in utter joy and no one around me seemed to know the song. Like what is going on in Toronto?! Why no TBHC love? I’m so happy it stayed on the setlist, he hits the little falsettos so beautifully and absolutely killed the guitar solo.

‘Do Me Favour’ and ‘Pretty Visitors’ were next. Not a lot of people were waving their arms and casting a snake pit on the wall like hello?

And then. The chord to the ’Suck It and See’ started. And I actually couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I screamed the loudest I’ve ever SCRUMPT. AND NO ONE AROUND ME GOT EXCITED AND IM LIKE YALL HEARING THSI RIFGJT!? ALEX WAS EVEN LIKE ‘COME ON’ LIKE WAKE UP PEOPLE. He started it acapella like other performances last year but it’s so FUCKING AMAZING. THAT SONG AND THAT ALBUM ARE SO SPECIAL TO ME. ITS SUMMERTIME. ITS HAPPINESS. ITS NOSTALGIA. AND THE FACT THAT THEY PERFORMED IT ON THE NIGHT OF A BLUE MOON AND SANG ‘Blue Moon girls from once upon a Shangri-la.’ Like I can’t comprehend it happened. I couldn’t stop smiling and singing the entire time. I’m so fucking happy and grateful and honoured to have heard that song live. I can’t ask for anything else in my lifetime because that was all I ever needed and more. I’m so happy that mahaonthegram got to it hear it live, I know it’s such an incredibly special song for her. She deserved to hear it and have an absolutely amazing night at the concert.

Then, they did 'Knee Socks', another one that isn't my favourite but still fun to hear.

And then, oh my god, ‘There’d Better Be a Mirrorball’. Hearing this song live y’all. He did a beautiful piano interlude before the song started but my god, just perfection. It felt like I was the only person in the room with them, so intimate and transformative. Alex sounds better than the recording which we all already knew. And of course, the mirror all dropped down and illuminated the arena at the end which was so magical.

505 started and the mirrorball was still down. Everyone went crazy (like finally) and sang all the words.

RU MINE started playing and I was like ‘bro, they are SPEEDING through these songs, like we can’t be at the end already?’ Where is Body Paint?? Either way, I fucking jammed out and had the time of my life. The people next to me left during R U MINE and I’m like R U OKAY?! The band left the stage after R U MINE.

They came back from the encore with ‘Fluorescent Adolescent’ which everyone knew which made the energy even better. It’s so fun to sing and hear them perform it live. And then ‘IBTYLGOTDF’ which is always a FUCKING BOP. It was the song that started it all for me and got me down the rabbit hole and into my obsession. The energy it’s so fun. No one was close to me on my left so I was able to move around and dance more. How can people stand still at a concert? Especially like a rock concert? I don’t understand. I know screaming gets annoying after a while but like how will the band know if you are having a good time?

And then they ended with Body Paint which is the perfect closing song. People actually knew the song so they got excited when it started. The falsettos are so delicious and wonderful and he hits every single one. Because they closed with it, Alex played his solo for so long 😭 just grooving out and jamming out for like three minutes straight and loving every second of it. He blew kisses in-between chords and walked across the stage waving to the crowd, he got on his knees looking absolutely etheral. And then it was over.

And I just sat in my seat in utter awe while people shuffled around me to leave the stadium. Staring at the mirrorball. It happened so fast, they really flew through the set list and played for just over an hour and a half. I couldn’t stop singing and smiling the entire time. After hearing SIAS, my life was made for evermore. I couldn’t ask for anything else. Not even ‘Hello You’. It was just perfect in every way. And I’m so grateful and happy that I went and that I fell in love with them only a few months ago. It was truly best concert I’ve ever been to and the happiest I’ve been in a long time. I couldn’t have asked for a better way to have turned 26. Everything was perfect.

Thank you Alex, Matt, Jamie and Nick for one of the best nights of my life.

(I wasn't close to the stage but I took a couple videos that I might upload later but people in GA got all the high quality content).

#personal post #SUPER LONG I'M SORRY #no one probably cares #but I had to share #arctic monkeys #the car tour #arctic monkeys toronto #budweiser stage #concert experience #arctic monkeys concert

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kierancampire · 8 months ago

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Oh yeah, kinda forgot to talk about this

So a couple nights ago I got woken up during the night, there's this car in my street that has an exceptionally loud exhaust, I have never heard one so loud, words do not do justice to how loud it is. Thing is, what makes it worse is they will start their car at like, 3 am and just sit there for a while before driving off

Well as I said, the other night this woke me. Thing is, in that moment I didn't realise it was the car, I could just hear the entire sky rumbling and shaking and this incredibly loud noise, and in that moment I perceived it to be either a bomb going off, or my building collapsing after being bombed

I've always been scared of death, one thing that has always scared me more than anything is the fact that I am slowly getting older and it's inevitable. But one thing I truly fear is, who will be around at that point, who will be there, will I die alone, what will happen to me after I die, for how long will I be remembered, cause at the moment it's lucky if only one generation remember and talk about me. But beyond my death, I worry about humanity. The sun will die one day, and if humanity can't find a way to live elsewhere, everything on this Earth, every animal, every species, everything humans have created and achieved, all of history, it all will be wiped out and gone, and as far as we currently know, space will be lifeless

It all scares me, I fear it. But in that moment, when I felt a bomb was going off and I was about to die, I felt peace. Initially I felt scared and wanted to run to my cats, if I had time, to be with them in my final second, I felt terrified and all I thought of was them and how much I did not want them to die, I felt terrified knowing I was about to die and they were too. But then as quick as that intense fear hit me, I realised, it's a fast way to die, it'll be over quick, we won't suffer, we won't even realise it happened. Then I just felt this peace I haven't felt in a long time, I just accepted it and waited for it to happen

As time passed I realised the sound continued and nothing happened, then I realised it was the car, then I was bloody livid it woke me up and sat there for 15 minutes waiting for it to drive off, hoping I would be able to go back to sleep again. I had accepted my death, but then that quickly turned to wanting to kill that prick with the fucking loud car

#personal

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patricidekid · 1 year ago

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Road

The road full of reflections from the previous rain, the faint yellow glow of the street lamps in the darkness of the night, the fine drops still falling, the silence, the 10% battery remaining on my phone, my earphones slipped into my ears, a random playlist in my ears.

The silence of the night, of solitude, of the few passing cars, of the male passers-by I'm avoiding, of the cool summer night air, of the sound of my solitary footsteps, of the pain in my wrist I'm ignoring.

It's nearly 4 a.m., I leave the emergency room despite the rain because I'm alone, an orphan, I have no one and I don't want to stay in a place that reminds me of my dark destiny, my suffering.

19 years old, I'm a 19-year-old child, a poor fragile thing in the eyes of the policemen, the nurses, the paramedics, the women in the waiting room who comfort me as I cry.

I'm all this for love, because I loved with my soul a person who didn't deserve it, who mistreated me, belittled me, isolated me, slapped me and finally tried to end my life, who tried to break my wrist and elbow one evening in July, the last night I laid eyes on him.

My mother was on holiday, my father hadn't spoken to me in years, any friends? I'm terrified of the future, I've got nothing, no roof over my head, no future, and tomorrow I'll have to make a statement at the police station.

So I walk this road through the city center all alone, with my sobs, my apathy, my denial, then I get back to this apartment, with this cat, the place where he asked me to marry him, where he pushed me, hit me, raped me, slapped me, the place where he loved me, desired me, this place of shared life that means so much.

I take a shower, I feel disgusting, I collapse into bed, I talk by message with a friend who supported me all along and who was the only light of hope in the darkness, then I sink.

The next day I wake up at 2pm, my mother not coming to pick me up out of selfishness, I pack my bags, I collect what I can take, my headphones have never left my ears, as if afraid of hearing the world passing continuously behind my pain, as if terrified of my insignificance. I'm on the verge of breaking down in tears every time I speak, when I have to tell the police station secretary in front of the rest of the waiting room that I'm here because my boyfriend who hit me has spent the night in custody, that I have an appointment with a policewoman.

The guilty, pitying looks of the people around me, the marks of those fingers on my wrists as if branded with a red iron by those hands, the bruises on my hand swollen like a glove someone had blown into, the pain I don't know about because no one was able to see if it was broken in the emergency room, the tears and the choked voice, the fear, the advice from the cop. Having to explain that my ex is only pretending to be sympathetic and calm, going over the whole night of horror, letting them take photos of my wounds. Leaving the police station, collapsing almost in tears, I'm alone again, my things fall out of my bag, I kneel down, pick them up, slip a cigarette between my teeth, cry, take the crowded tramway, take the bus, alone, alone, alone, trying to hide my wounds, wearing a long-sleeved -t-shirt in the middle of a heatwave, ashamed of the way others look at me.

I leave all my life behind, I'm finally at my mother's, I'm comatose, she doesn't want to hear or understand, I don't have the faith to talk about it, how traumatized I am, how startled I am at every door slamming, every tone rising, how certain male presences make me all the more anxious.

I'm dealing with it all alone, because no one is helping me, no one is trying, no one is there for me.

I'm struggling to get my belongings back from a cunt I'm still wishing would disappear because she treated me like a nobody, I'm struggling with the legal procedures - it's the beginning of August - when I call I get the secretary again, I don't dare call victims' aid associations because I'm afraid of not being considered as such, when some people have been through much worse. I don't have the faith to face up to what's happened to me, to the fact that I really was a victim, to the repercussions that to this day I ignore the pain in my wrist, I deal with it, I pretend to be strong when in fact I'm a sinking ship.

He was convicted, I wasn't the first and I certainly won't be the last, but at least I was the one who chose to speak out, he has a criminal record and even if his sentence was derisory and ridiculous, it was atleast a victory.

I won, but at what price? I would have loved never to love him, never to cross his path, to forgive him, to let him capture me like a lone fawn at the mercy of the wolf, but I managed to get away before things got too serious.

People tell me I'm strong, that it's admirable that I've managed, I don't know, I just did things mechanically, which I thought was right, but I'm not strong, I'm weak, traumatized with a constant desire to cry, terrified of maintaining a normal human relationship, of the looks of others, of reactions, who spends his time crushing himself by reflex and who apologizes all the more.

But at least I survived?

#domestic violene poem #trauma tw #poem #trauma recovery #original poem #my text #trauma related #tw abuse #emotional abuse #trauma survivor #abuse survivor #text post #my poem #original peoms

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rogueshadeaux · 2 years ago

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An update regarding inFAMOUS: Erosion

Hey there! Rogue here, and I have something regarding inFAMOUS Erosion that I wish to tell you all about so as not to blindside you.

(Now, stop panicking, first off lol.)

I got married in the height of the pandemic; everyone in my family has autoimmune issues (even my poor cat is asthmatic) and my then-boyfriend at the time and I wanted to cover as many bases as possible, especially since I was pregnant. So our five year plan became a five week one, and we got married. No wedding, no reception, just us on the courthouse steps with a judge (we weren't even allowed in) and then take out after. While neither of us cared about a wedding, we never got to go on a honeymoon, and that was always something we strived for down the line. COVID-19 took so much from so many of us, and my family was no exception.

Well, the parasite that was in my womb is now two years old, the oldest is becoming an adventurous spirit, and we've decided it's time to put that savings account to good use and make this a family affair. We've booked not only two separate trips, but a series of events all throughout July and August so we may 'live it up' in lieu of time and chances missed.

And I plan on going on hiatus while we do so.

I fear I won't be able to keep up with the word count and deliver a quality tale on time, and would rather make sure I don't burn myself out trying to perform on top of everything else we have planned. It's also always healthy to take a break! And I feel I have the perfect midpoint prepared to pause and give you all an 'intermission' of sorts before returning. I know it's always so so scary to hear an author is going on hiatus, because really, that's the preamble to an orphaned fic; so I want to assure you that where I will stop the story before disappearing is 104,404 — and the current fic is at 136k words. There's still passion for the project, and it will probably be worked on in the lull time of my hiatus; but that gap between where I've posted and where I am is closing, and I don't want it to get any closer. And I fear trips and concerts and museums and events and a wild summer is simply the perfect storm to be caught in — and to lose my way in the kicked up dust.

"So then...what does that mean?"

I will be posting up to Chapter Twenty, with a two-chapter 'mid-season finale' as I've been jokingly calling it on the 9th and 10th of July. After that, I will be going on hiatus until September 11th, 2023. Another Monday, per the usual. I am beyond excited for this second half; I finally feel like I can dive into the real meat of the story. Once I hit that midpoint, every piece of foreshadow and worldbuilding is on the table. The big turning point that'll propel the second half of Erosion will be revealed. I'll be moving on from whittling the wood to manipulating the marionette, and you have no idea how hyped I am to really give you the tale I'm trying to spin. The sad thing is, I've still gotta spin it, and I fear I won't be able to dedicate myself as well as I should in order to really give this idea in my head the honor it deserves. And of course, what you deserve too; I'm a freelance editor. If I put anything out there that sucks, I will off myself lol.

"Will you be disappearing too?"

Nah. Probably not. I'm chronically online and legally/medically can't drive, so I gotta do something on the car/plane rides. There are two one shots in my google docs I might push out in the meantime, an art commission planned, and of course, I will always supply memes and share other inFAMOUS pieces that my dear friends are putting out. There's so much newfound chatter in the inFAMOUS fandom that I feel confident I could step back for two months and you wouldn't even miss me! It's truly breathtaking to see this fandom returning like this. If you put things into perspective, while two months seems so goddamn long — that's 4 chapter updates. That's it!! That's all I'm gonna be gone for!!

"What if you finish Erosion while you're gone?"

God, that'd be the day, wouldn't it? I'll definitely freak the fuck out and post nonstop on Tumblr, so if I do, you'll know lol. If by some stroke of a miracle I finish Erosion while I'm gone, I will still be on hiatus until September 11th. I need a goddamn vacation. But upon returning, if I am either done or very close to done, I plan on upping my schedule to a weekly posting system. If not, biweekly until that point.

So, that's my advance warning for you all: I plan on stepping away, but it will not be permanent. I can't disappear from this fandom the moment it's beginning to return! That'd truly be insane!

While I am gone, check out @conduiitz'/@kraftledare's Shattered, a comic of a Glass Conduit looking for his best friend in a post-apocalyptic wasteland; @codenamehazard's No Man's Land, an Evil Karma Cole MacGrath AU that follows the Beast as he explores the Wildlands of the Great Plains and the society Conduits have created in it; and @cedar990's Equilibrium, where Light Conduit — and DUP Agent — Ezra Sims tries to throttle the plans of the rising Dust Men in Nova City.

And keep an eye out when you read; you might catch a certain pair of Conduit twins playing around in the backgrounds of these stories! They need a break too, after all.

I want to thank you for your understanding and for all the time you've dedicated so far to hearing me tell this story. I've truly enjoyed every second of it, and cannot wait for more. Tsiikohtaahsi'tsihp amohk aohkanoo'p — which in my tribe's language means I'm so happy we've all gathered here; it's given me a chance to tell a tale I never thought anyone would care about, and to watch the embers of this grand video game franchise be fanned enough to reignite. I love this community and will be itching to return the moment I declare official hiatus status, I just know it.

But until then, let's finish the first half of inFAMOUS: Erosion!

#infamous erosion #going Rogue

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fairestar · 1 year ago

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Hi i’m sorry but i feel really bad about this new cat i kept as a pet. ik she’s healthy and ik she’s an indoor cat but im so used to having sick cats/not being able to them help and the end up passing or growing up find my cats being hit by cars. I really love this shes so sweet but i feel bad and i want to get rid of this feeling im so worried that i’ll manifesting something like those happening to her im just so used to good or positive things lasting for a short time i wanna cry i didn’t really want a new cat since continuing on to this year was the worse because i lost too many babies and on top of that i grew up in a very pessimistic home. I feel so bad and guilty about everything in my life and even about myself.

hi, love. first of all, do not feel any guilt for having these thoughts. you won't manifest anything bad to happen to your lovely cat because to manifest something you have to want it and i understand this is not what you want, so no need to worry about that.

i am very sorry to hear about your past experiences with your pets. i know exactly how it feels because growing up i also had the same thing happen to me more than once (my neighbours had very aggressive dogs). but your cat will be just fine, she's healthy and an indoors cat and im sure she loves being with you, nothing bad is going to happen. i know firsthand that intrusive thoughts are difficult to handle and can make you spiral very easily very fast, but know that they're just thoughts, they do not represent your beliefs or assumptions, they're just random things that sometimes pop up but hold no truth to them.

and please don't ever feel guilty about your life, let alone yourself! i am completely positive you are lovely and worthy of every beautiful thing and your newly adopted cat is just proof of that, there's a reason why she's in your life now!

enjoy this experience! you have an endearing healthy wonderful cat that's absolutely safe, let go of any bad memories (i know this is easier said than done) and just let yourself be right now. take a deep breath, be aware that you are good, your cat is fine, everything will work out for you because that's the way things go when you know that you are the operant power of your life.

i suppose you know about the law because you sent this to a law of assumption blog so, understand that you can take hold of your inherent power and make it all work out. the world is designed by you and for you! there's not one single reason why bad things should come your way if you don't want them to. now that you know about the law and you know you're the one in charge, revel in that knowing. and remember that thoughts do not manifest. thoughts are just that, thoughts.

i really really hope this helps you ♡ please feel free to reach out again if you ever need to, i will be more than happy to answer. i love you, truthfully.

#🧺; love letters #law of assumption #self concept #neville goddard #edward art #manifestation #fairestar

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datauthorress · 3 months ago

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we'll fly so far away [chapter 3]

Pairing: Logan / Original Female Character, Logan / Original Male Character, Logan / Original Non-Binary Character, Original Female Character / Original Male Character

Summary: Approached by Charles Xavier, Shelby is invited to stay at the X-Mansion to better learn to control her psychic powers. There, she finds her best friend, Kahn and Logan, a grumpy, temperamental man who has a soft spot for Kahn and then eventually Shelby.

Rating: E

A/N: Alternate Universe – Takes place in 2024, with references from the movies and other media. Has most of the characters from the film series.

About a week into being at the mansion, Shelby found herself falling into a steady routine. She would wake up at eight am for breakfast, fed her reptiles and cat, eat and then go do her lessons with Professor X, sometimes Jean as well if she didn’t have class to teach. She sometimes ate lunch, depending on how her stomach felt and then went to her room for some alone time, working on her writing or having some out time with her reptiles. She would sometimes help with dinner, but it all depended on who was cooking.

She became close with Jean, who understood Shelby’s reluctance to use her powers in fear of them getting out of control. Jean encouraged her to use them, so she could get more and more practice.

She started spending more time with Kahn and Logan as well. Despite them being together, they included her in nearly just about everything and didn’t mind helping her if she was having a day with her leg. If she buckled, one of them helped her and despite her wanting her independence, she didn’t mind getting help.

On a Friday, the ninth of February, Jean gave a long grocery list to Shelby and told her to go to the store with Kahn and Logan. They took one of the bigger vehicles and headed to the store, taking about an hour and a half to gather everything they needed.

“Jesus, I know we have a lot of students and staff, but that’s a lot of money.” Shelby said, looking over the receipt.

“It’s a lot to feed every mouth at the mansion,” Logan said, relaxing against his seat as Kahn drove the vehicle.

“We’d be better off going to a Costco or a Sam’s Club.” Shelby said, folding the receipt up and pushing it into her pocket.

Without warning, Shelby felt a shiver roll up the length of her spine and she leaned forwards slightly with a soft groan.

“What’s the matter, bub?” Logan asked.

“Something’s wrong, I-,”

All of a sudden, something heavy crashed into the side of the truck and caused it to rock violently. Shelby heard a tire blow out and she yelped as the vehicle swerved, causing it to crash through the guardrail.

“Hang on!” Kahn shouted.

The vehicle slammed into a rock and tipped it over, causing the car to roll down the hill. Shelby yelped, her forehead slamming into the back of the passenger front seat, causing black spots to form in her eyes. She didn’t have time to react as a sudden lurch caused her to slam her forehead on the metal part of the headrest and blackness encased her vision.

Before her hearing went as well.

“….by? ……lby?”

Shelby heard a distance voice, one that she knew and recognized but couldn’t put a name to it. She groaned softly, her head pounding terribly. She felt a hand on her shoulder and another on the back of her head. Her eyes scrunched open and she saw two pairs of eyes looking down at her with concern.

“Hey kiddo, there you are.” Logan said, a relieved expression on his features.

“My head…” Shelby groaned softly, reaching a hand up to her forehead and feeling blood between her eyebrows.

“Don’t touch, you’ve got a nasty gash there.” Kahn said.

Logan had some dirt on his face, but whatever wounds he had acquired had already healed up. Perks of a rapid healing factor. Kahn had a laceration on his cheek and another on his shoulder. They were on the ground outside of the car, which was upside down against a tree.

“What happened? What hit us?” she asked, sitting up slowly with their help.

Logan sniffed the air a few times, before his eyes widened and a growl rumbled from his throat. “Sabretooth.” He growled. “Move!”

A roar echoed through the area they were in and Kahn quickly grabbed Shelby around the waist and pulled her away quickly as a large man with blond hair came crashing down just where they were, Logan having jumped away as well.

“Who the hell is that?” Shelby asked, glancing up at Kahn.

“Sabretooth, Logan’s enemy. Apparently they were co-workers in Logan’s past, but Logan can’t remember most of his past.” Kahn replied, gazing down at her. “Xavier has been working with Logan for months to try and help him recover his memories.”

Shelby turned her attention back to Logan, who’s claws were unsheathed and shining threateningly towards the blond man.

Sabretooth’s gaze flickered over towards Kahn and Shelby, a predatory smirk spreading across his animal-like features.

“Looks like you found yourself a family, eh?” Sabretooth growled, his nails making a shink noise as they lengthened.

“Your fight is with me, bub.” Logan growled.

Sabretooth smirked and lunged at Logan, who in turn lunged back with a roar.

Shelby squeezed her eyes shut and made connection with Xavier. “Professor! We’re in trouble! Someone called Sabretooth has knocked us down the hill and Logan is fighting him!”

“Stay there! Help is coming!”

Logan was thrown against a tree roughly, but he got back up and sunk his claws into Sabretooth’s shoulders with a shout, both of them falling against the forest floor.

“Stay here,” Kahn told her and got up, aiming to head right for the fight.

Shelby held onto the car, slowly getting up and wincing as pain radiated through her leg. She yelped as Kahn was thrown against the car, the back of his head hitting the door and he slumped to the ground, motionless. “Kahn!” she exclaimed in fear and clambered at his side, feeling for a pulse.

He had one, but he was unconscious.

Anger boiled through her and she felt her power surging through her. She stood up, using her telekinesis to suppress the pain of her right leg and used her powers to grab a decent sized boulder from the ground and throw it towards Sabretooth with a shout. Startled, Sabretooth had no time to dodge the boulder as it slammed into his chest and knocked him right into the thick trunk of a tree, nearly breaking it in half.

Shelby rushed to Logan’s side. “Kahn’s okay, but he’s unconscious.”

“I thought I told you to stay back,” Logan said with a growl.

“He hurt Kahn and you. I’m not gonna let you fight by yourself,” Shelby said, turning her attention back to Sabretooth as he tossed the boulder off of his body and got up, a pissed off expression on his features. “Come on motherfucker!”

Sabretooth roared and charged towards them, Logan lunging first and then Shelby following suit, using her powers to grab up rocks and throw them at Sabretooth. Sabretooth either dodged them or used his fist to punch his way through them. Shelby raised her hands, gritting her teeth as she lifted a tree, ripping it right out of the ground roots and all and used her hands to slam the tree down, missing Sabretooth by inches.

Logan jumped up towards the tree, tackling Sabretooth to the ground and Shelby swore she heard the sound of metal slicing into flesh. She dropped the tree with a gasp, nearly buckling to the ground as pain radiated through her head. She had a concussion, but using her telekinesis with a concussion was liable to make it worse.

Sabretooth roared and Shelby glanced up as he switched their positions, Logan on his back and hands wrapped around Logan’s neck, beginning to choke him. Shelby glanced around, her eyes landing on a sharp piece of metal from the car. She grabbed it up and charged at Sabretooth’s back, before jumping onto his back and shoving the metal into his chest.

He roared out in pain, thrashing around to try and throw Shelby off, but she held on by digging her fingers into his coat and the other holding onto the metal. After a few brief moments of thrashing around, Sabretooth finally grabbed hold of her by the coat and yanked her off of his back. His other hand wrapped around her neck, cutting off her air supply and she choked, slamming her fists on his hand to get him to let go of her.

His grip tightened, cutting off her air-

Logan tackled Sabretooth to the ground with a snarl, claws unsheathed and ready to shred flesh. Shelby was dropped and she coughed harshly, clutching at her throat as air returned to her too quickly for her body to handle. Ignoring the black dots in her eyes, she stood up so she could help Logan, but then she felt something thin and sharp sink into the skin of her neck.

With a gasp, she pulled it out and realized that it was some kind of dart with blue threads attached to the end.

Fuck.

Immediately, not even half a second later, she became disoriented and toppled to the ground, dark spots in her vision. “Logan…!” she called out, outstretching her hand.

Logan, having heard her, turned his attention to her and his dark eyes widened in realization. Unable to move, Shelby watched through blurry vision as Sabretooth lunged at Logan from behind, knocking him right into the snowy ground.

It was the last thing she saw before her vision gave out and everything went dark.

Her head was pounding.

Shelby scrunched her eyes as she slowly came to. Everything felt off, her surroundings and even her own body. Her head was pounding, her body absolutely aching something fierce and her leg in absolute agony. She became aware quickly that she was laying on cold cement, a cold breeze coming through from the side of her. She groaned softly, putting a shaky hand to her head as she sat up slowly.

“L…Logan?” she called.

There was no answer.

“Logan?” she called again, finally gaining a sense of balance back as she glanced around.

It was some kind of small cell, with bars to the left side of her. There was a toilet, a sink and the slab of cement that worked as some crude imitation of a bed. She was alone. Logan wasn’t here.

“Fuck,” she whispered and winced as she tried to attempt to contact Professor Xavier, but her mind was too muddled and in too much pain.

“Logan!” she shouted, getting up off the slab and nearly buckling due to her leg. She limped towards the bars, gripping onto them. “Hey! Hello?! Let me out of here! Logan!”

She yanked on the bars until she heard a familiar growl and Sabretooth and a masked man came into her line of vision. She took a step back, but swallowed thickly and put up a brave face. “Where’s Logan? Where is he?!”

“You’ll see, brat.” Sabretooth snapped.

A uniformed man, clad in head to toe with security gear, came forwards and unlocked the door with a key. He pushed it open and Sabretooth grabbed her by the back of her coat, yanking her out of the cell.

“Let go of me you fucking freak!” Shelby shouted, slamming her fist against the mutant’s chest.

Which resulted in a hard backhand across her face that would have made her buckle to the floor if Sabretooth hadn’t been holding onto her. She felt blood dribble down the corner of her mouth and winced as she was dragged down the hallway, being held onto by the back of her coat. Taking the chance to observe her surroundings, Shelby noticed they were in some kind of facility, possibly underground or in some kind of mountain. She could feel the energy in the air and she didn’t like it.

“Where are you taking me?” Shelby demanded.

“To see Wolverine,” Sabretooth replied.

They approached a double-wide door and it opened when they got within inches of it. Sabretooth then tossed Shelby onto the floor of the room and she yelped, smacking her leg on the hard, cold floor. She winced and glanced up-

And her eyes widened as she saw the scene in front of her.

A tube filled with green fluid was in the middle of the room, and inside was Logan. He was hooked up to multiple wires, an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose.

“Logan? Logan!” she whispered, ignoring the pain as she got up and pressed her palms against the cold glass. “Logan, wake up! Logan!”

“I’m afraid he can’t hear you, dear.”

Shelby whipped her head around and saw a bald man wearing a white labcoat, black boots and gloves enter the room. He had a clipboard in his hands and gave off the “creepy scientist” vibe. She glared at him with murderous intent.

“Who the hell are you? What did you do to Logan?!” she demanded.

“I am Dr. Cornelius and Weapon X is right back where he belongs, with us.” The scientist replied.

“Weapon X?” she asked.

“Yes, Logan is a remarkable subject. You see, we chose him for the Weapon X program and incased his skeleton in adamantium, one of the most indestructible substances on the entire planet. Logan has and will always belong to us. He just needs a…. push in the right direction.”

“Logan doesn’t belong to anyone but himself!” she shouted.

“Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong, dear girl.” Dr. Cornelius chuckled. “You see, we’ve been waiting for Logan to come back for years now, but we grew tired of waiting. So we decided to bring Logan to us, willingly or not.”

“Bastard,” Shelby hissed and shouted as she lunged at the scientist. He moved away quickly, but she managed to grab hold of his wrist. As soon as physical contact was initiated, a slew of memories suddenly invaded her mind, causing her to cry out.

She saw blood and death, and….Logan….

Oh fuck.

“You wretched girl!” the scientist snapped and pushed her away from him.

“Memories…..” Shelby winced, putting a hand to her head. “I…..I saw…..I saw what you did to people….what you did to Logan…!”

Cornelius sneered. “It doesn’t matter. Weapon X is just about ready to be put back in the field.”

“Why am I here?” she asked, nervousness filtering across her features.

“Well, you see. That push is what Logan needs to finally be under our control completely. He needs to get rid of anything and anyone who will try and help him.” he said, moving around towards the tube, placing a gloved palm on it. “Once you’ve been taken care of, Logan will finally be ours once again.”

“….taken care of?” she asked, her voice quiet as she suddenly realized just what the scientist meant.

The bald man only smiled and gave a nod towards Sabretooth. Shelby had no time to react as a hand connected with the back of her head and she was out before she hit the floor.

#fic: we'll fly so far away #shelby o'viere [oc]#kahn abernathy [oc]#logan howlett | wolverine [marvel]#fanfiction #x-men fanfiction #x-men #alternate universe

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chrysolipsist · 1 year ago

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My cat is has cancer and things are going so fast it's alarming. He was perfectly normal about a month ago but he started having trouble with one side of his mouth. They checked him out and he had an infection and they gave him antibiotics but while his infection went away he was still having problems. It was a growth. Within a couple weeks it had grown from being basically nothing into this mass that was taking over part of his face. And a couple weeks bigger it's making him have a hard time keeping his mouth completely closed and it's even starting to push up into his eye. It's grotesque.

Amid this situation I had to have my own personal body horror unfold which was that I had an ingrown toenail that had to be operated on and now I'm changing the dressing on a horrific wound in the shape of where my big toe's toenail used to be which is now just a little blood red indentation that will, apparently, require about two weeks to start healing and a month to heal completely. It is alarming that you can get something that takes you out so fucking quickly, in how my cat went from being 100% normal to be obviously on borrowed time, in what seems like the blink of an eye.

The only other time I had to deal with a dead pet so directly was when a cat I had when I was a kid got hit by a car. That was pretty upsetting. But I don't remember having the sort of lingering sadness that I have had with the downfall of my current cat. Maybe because we got him about a year after my son was born and so it seemed like he was the cat of the period of our lives that will likely prove to be one of the best parts of our lives, in retrospect. Not that my wife and I are super decrepit, but, I have been having minor surgeries lately and a decade and a half ago I was in tip-top shape, relatively speaking. Fifteen years of doing science has put a lot of miles on both my body and my brain, and I couldn't do as good a job now as I was able to do back then for those things that require more energy than experience. I remember we used to use these baby bottles that were specially made to prevent colic and they had all these parts that had to be cleaned out using a brush. We had a whole system to wash and dry out all the parts. So much effort. Our house used to be so fucking clean, at one time. Today my house is more like my parents' had become by the time they were the age I am now.

Come to think of it, fifteen years prior to me becoming a parent I was approaching the age my son now is (15). I mean I didn't have him when I was exactly 30 but it seems like 15 years, in a very approximate sense, is kind of a pivotal measure of time in the life that many people seem to have. Or perhaps it's 7; they say it takes about seven years for all of your body's cells to have died and been replaced, so that in essence every seven years you are essentially a new person. It just strikes me that about every seven years you enter a new stage in life. Childhood is constantly changing but age seven-- or perhaps between five and nine-- is probably where we start to have that part of childhood where we gain independence from needing constant supervision to knowing things like, if you stick something metal into the light socket, you will die very painfully. And the next inflection point that, while it does vary wildly, you cross the threshold into puberty, and your personality changes. Your personality then seems to require about the same amount of time to settle, and it seems like people come into their own at around maybe 21 on average. Some people sooner, others later, of course. The next phase of life seems to occur at around age 28. Lots of marriages and births start to happen among your friend group. That seems to be the trend for the next seven years, your late twenties and early to mid thirties. Marriages and births. The next turning point, age 35. Your late thirties. Not quite as interesting to hear about marriages and births by now. For me this was the time when I settled into my career. I had been working on it the whole time but this is when I really got a grasp on my personality with respect to my line of work. That is probably the story of the next septennial, above all. For me personally this is about when my kid was reaching age seven and, with his growing independence, more of my own attention could fall back on myself. So probably others fall into something other than their work and career. That's just what I chose to do. And that brings me to the next start of the cycle, 42, which is just about where I'm at. From there I can only speculate because I don't know the mood of the next era yet. I've only barely passed the entrance. I have certainly been more philosophical about this. There's definitely a change in the feeling of being alive that has been occurring. I think a lot of us attribute the change to turning 40, but I think it's actually the start of the next 7-year period, and you actually don't really get the feeling until you're a couple years into your forties. At least for me there is a little bit of change. There's been time enough to think about whether the things you did to try to steer your life in a certain direction in the previous time period worked, or if they didn't. And to reflect on that, and to know--or seem to know, probably; I don't doubt a future self may know better still, although it's possible they only think that because they have come to care about different things--a little better what matters and what doesn't. The mood of the next septennial seems to hinge around that. As for what comes next, I don't know. 42 to 49, 49 to 56... 56, 63, 70, 77, 84... doesn't it seem like 7 years is maybe the maximum precision with which we can guess someone's age if they're over 50? Like, you could say that someone is, late-50s/early-60s? There does seem to be a bit of a seven year resonance in the life of a human.

Getting back to my cat, the thing that gives me the most comfort to accept his situation is that, although this thing happened to him, anything can happen to any of us at any time and this is no different than getting hit by a stray bullet except it takes a lot longer for the damage to unfold. And, this cat experienced what was probably the "best" years of our lives for a cat to have lived through. The time when we were the most attentive and energetic. Not that we're quite so far in now, but the mood of our age is just different. We've moved on to different things. We've gotten a better idea--or just "different" idea--of what we want to do with our lives. I don't know if these things are generalizable to anyone. Maybe every one has their own sort of resonance, but for me it seems like every seven years the next phase of life seems to be distinctly different. I wonder if I could pick any number and convince myself of the same thing? If I were to say, six, for instance: 6, 12, 18, 24, 30, 36, 42, 48, 54, No, no, it's not as convincing.

You dope, this is just plain old numerology type bullshit. Is this basically what spirituality is, the way to "feel" like something is the truth? Do some people just do that kind of thing all the time, just cast their will into the wind and let some current catch it? They simply allow their feeling of truth take hold of whatever idea is the most convenient for the situation? "Of course I believe in the God of my Country, because that is the country I was born in, and therefore it's completely obvious that my belief is the correct one, because why wouldn't it be? You can't tell me any different." Are there really people out there whose brains work this way? Your assertations about the number seven are spiritual. They espouse a sort of untestable hypothesis about the function of seven rotations of your planet about its sun seem to shape human life with a kind of periodicity. I think you could pick pretty much any number with which to subdivide your lifetime and get a feeling of having distinct differences from one era to the next. The resolution of life, maybe is what I mean. So if I have not discovered any sort of truth, I have at least found a way to describe the concept as a sort of potential mathematical idea. So even if it's not real, at least it will be interesting.

#weed thoughts

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