#hating on someone I’ve never met because I feel like she replaced me (she’s a sweet girl I’m just a jealous bitch)

[makkie-is-screaming]

Depressive spiral oncoming. Can’t stand without my vision going out. Relapsed and it’s infected. Loosing time. I have lost momentum and I don’t know how to get back into motion.

[gyuvision]

goodnight ricky

wc ; 1k - pairing ; ricky shen x fem reader

summary ; before your roommate left she promised she’d find you a replacement. 3 years later she never did, until now, leaving you as confused as ever while you looked at the 6ft male sitting in your room.

contains -> fluff/slight angst

you came back late, having class at a top (and painfully competitive) med school plus the late shift at the local coffee shop. you were tired especially during exams. all you wanted was to stay in your bed and read a book, or sleep for the rest of the night. however you pleased.

so naturally being that exhausted you were absolutely not expecting the man sitting in your desk, drawing towards the conclusion that you were hallucinating and that maybe sleep sounded like a better idea than a book.

“someone told me to wait for you here”

“what?”

“you know, your roommate?”

oh. right.

your roommate was your best friend. you were inseparable, shared the same dreams, got into the same college together.

but everything changed. she got a boyfriend, and suddenly your future wasn’t as intertwined as you originally planned it to be.

they broke up and she realized she wasn’t sure what she wanted. everything about her had changed and your schedule almost never lined up because of how many times she changed it for her ex.

so, she cut ties, peacefully. she explained she no longer wanted the same thing as you and left but promised to visit soon and that she’d find someone to take her place because she knew how much you hated being on your own.

guess that explained why the man (who you later knew as shen quanrui) was waiting for you, in the same spot she always waited for you to come home.

“its been.. 2 years since she left. how could you have found me when she couldn’t even shoot a text?”

“unbeknownst you, you mean a great deal to her more than you seem to think you do. i was her partner in art school before we had graduated, and she sent me here. she knows how you are, with your life plan laid out in front of you, for you. she knows you’d still live here even after almost 3 years. she knows you’d end up getting into med school after college. you’re not that unpredictable jung y/n.”

“so i’ve been prepared all my life, and what about it? i don’t march towards things without a plan. and how could you address me by my full name when i don’t even know yours?”

“shen quanrui.”

“shim what?” “shen. quan. rui. shen quanrui. its not that hard.”

“so you’re not korean?” “obviously not. i’m chinese.”

“can you say your name one more time?”

“my god. you can just call me ricky.”

“lovelicky.” “what?” “nothing.”

“i brought back food. it was supposed to be a snack for me but i guess you can have it now that i know i’ll be accommodating for two from this point on.”

“thanks. but uh- can we just go to sleep?” ricky asked, moving from your desk to sit on your twin bed.

“what? this is a two person flat. go sleep in her old room.”

“uh- i would, assuming she left behind her bed. but you kind of boarded up her room and i’m not looking to take it down at midnight on a thursday.”

“oh. i guess you’re right. i forgot about that. i just never assumed she’d actually send someone to me so i didn’t want to look at everything she left behind.”

ricky shrugged and laid down on one side of your bed, while he let you climb into the side touching the wall. since when was he wearing pajamas?..

“isnt this weird?” you muttered.

“not really.”

“i just met you.”

“your couch looks stiff as fuck and i’m not sleeping on the floor.”

right. you had a couch.. maybe med school is taking a toll on your memory. you feel like your frontal lobe is deteriorating.

ricky watched as you reached for a book, before he quickly grabbed your hand and set it back down on the shelf above the bed.

“no. sleep. you have school then the night shift at the cafe.”

“how did you-” “you leave your schedule framed on your fridge.” “right..”

“goodnight y/n.”

“okay. goodnight ricky.”

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"Are you ever going to settle down" p.g

pairings: piere gasly x f!reader

warnings: rushed ending, sexual interactions mentioned

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“Are you ever going to settle down?” my middle-aged aunt sat across from me and asked with the same passive-aggressive smile she gave the rest of the family. I could feel my own mother tense at her words knowing a relationship is the last thing I want and I expressed that very proudly. But instead of trying to get into another stupid argument on how I don’t need a guy to fulfill my needs and wants I just shook my head and smiled the fakest I’ve ever gave. 

“I’m content on my own” I summarized my speech that wanted to itch out of my throat. Her smile dropped before being replaced with one that leaked sympathy, something I hate being the reciprocate of. She turned to my mom, hoping to hear some words from her but all she got was a shrug. 

“What about having children?” I had clearly seen that question coming, being nearly 28 and having most women figures in my family start their family in their early twenties, it's strange to hear someone claim they don’t want kids. At least any time soon. 

“Not in the plan right now,” I said with the urge to leave, hating the interrogating questions. I’ve had my fair share of relationships and I figured out they just aren’t for me. Plus, I am terrible with kids. All the kids I’ve approached just see me as a quiet, intimidating person that stares down at them because they refused to go down on their knees as they have a sensitive backs. 

Later on that same day, I was on a call with my friend of nearly a decade complaining about my aunt and her unnecessary sympathy. 

“Maybe you should consider going back into dating,” she said on edge because she knew how much I hated when people suggested the option. Instead of declaring the same thing I did with my aunt, I simply stared her down until she rolled her own eyes. “Just saying. You can’t live your whole life in a club and hook up with the first person you deem attractive”

“Doesn’t sound so bad” I shrugged but knowing it was a terrible life path. “Besides, I just don’t think there are people out there who want the same things as me. To not have kids right away, to be lenient and just let the relationship be itself until it either ends or feels right.”

“There are lots but okay,” she said and I wanted to groan, starting to become frustrated at the entire situation. “How about I set you up with someone?”

“You?” I asked already hating the idea of that happening. She nodded before saying “Hear me out. I have this distant friend who lives near you, I think you’ve seen him at my boyfriend birthday. Really nice, definitely your type”

“Type? Are we in high school?” I said judging her choice of words making her now the one to give me a blank stare. 

“Shut up. Besides, it will give you a chance to escape from the whole relationship talk with your aunt”

The more I thought about it, the more it didn’t sound so insane to me. Doesn’t hurt to give it a chance, right?

“Fine,” I said and she smiled brightly. “If this doesn’t work, you have to name your kid after me” 

“Never happening. But, if this does work, you have to allow me to make a speech at your wedding” and like that, we made a deal. 

I dressed in a simple outfit, figuring it was going to be cold wearing a blazer with a black long sleeve and dress pants. I hated going on dates because of the first impression and since I had never met this person before, their first impression is visuals. Not like I had much of a choice either way. 

I entered the coffee shop not spotting anyone that stood out and looking as if waiting for someone. I walked up to the cashier ordering a simple latte already imagining the worse as I frantically texted my friend, asking her when he would arrive. 

“Y/n?” I heard my name being spoken from a familiar french accent. I turned around and my movements froze. 

Well he’s definitely my type. I had seen him at the party my friend mentioned. I’d even talked to him, ending up at his place before leaving the next morning without exchanging another word to each other. 

My eyes widened, immediately recognizing him while he searched my face with a curious gaze, trying to recognize me before finally remembering. 

“Well, I finally got your name” he said with a small smile, finding it comical while I wanted to die internally. The one time I hooked up with a guy at a mutual party turns out to be my blind date my friend set me up with. We stood in silence for a moment before I finally looked down, no longer being able to look at his colored eyes. “Pierre”

“Y/n” I said out of pure habit before realizing he already knew my name and face palmed myself, ready to dig my own grave. He only laughed assuring it was fine, ordering his own coffee while I stood on the side waiting for him to finish. 

We sat next to a window, a small booth forcing to face each other. He was the first to speak “I honestly didn’t think I would see you again. Especially like this”

“Neither did I” i mumbled, barely heard by him. I immediately felt terrible for leaving without not saying anything. “I’m sorry for just leaving, I-”

“It’s fine” he shrugged before I could finish my excuse. “Want to start over?”

Hearing those words with his small, comforting smile somehow made me want to stay. I didn’t feel the need to run away like many other situations, I felt okay being here. I wanted to stay. 

“Sure, Pierre” testing out how his name rolled off my tongue, loving it myself. I caught his cheeks getting pinker, whether from the freezing degree whether or my two words, I’ll never know until I would ask months later. “What do you like to do?”

“Well…” and the conversation flowed from there. After the first couple of dates, he asked me out and I without much mental debatting, agreed allowing the relationship to flow on its own. 

After a long 3 years, he asked me to marry him. Again, no hesitation needed. No questioning myself whether this was for the best. 

I didn’t settle down for him. I settled down with him. 

[intothespiderverseheadthoughts]

Miguel: How did none of you hear what I just said?

Peter B: I’ve been zoned out for the past 2 and a half hours.

Miles: I got distracted halfway through.

Hobie and Bonnie in unison: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

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Miles: I'm not even sure if Bonnie likes us.

Pavitr: What do you mean? Bonnie would throw herself in front of a moving car for us!

Gwen: No. Bonnie would throw herself in front of a moving car for FUN.

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Jess: Hey Bonnie?

Bonni: Yes, Ma’am?

Jess: I know this may come as a shock to you, but you know how you’re unhappy everywhere you go?

Bonnie: …yes?

Miguel, interjecting: We’ve both discovered It’s because you are there. And we know this, because I am experiencing this effect. We are now all unhappy together. But I know how you can fix it.

Bonnie: …

Miguel: You can leave. And then we will be happy again.

Bonnie: …Your collective misery makes me happy. I’m inclined to stay.

Jess: Dammit.

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Peni: jellyfish have been living for 600000 years without brains.

Noir: A ray of hope for Hamm.

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Bonnie: If we can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think our bodies will shut down. 

Hobie: She’s right, it’s a legit medical condition, we HAVE to do it!

Jess: NO THE FUCK YOU DON’T-

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Miguel after meeting Bonnie for the first time: Do you ever just look at someone and get annoyed?

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Earth 910 Harry (circa Junior Year of HS): Listen, I know Bonnie is unhinged, responsible for multiple atrocities, and a danger to herself and others. But have you ever considered that she is tiny, sad, and I love her?

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Jess: What do you call sabotage and vandalism?

Hobie: A hobby.

Jess:

Pavitr: ... that we do not engage in.

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Hamm about Miguel: Have you ever looked at an authority figure in your life and thought, "Wow, I respect a well-grilled hot dog more than I respect you?"

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Bonnie: Hey, uh, I just want you guys to know that, out of everyone I’ve ever met, I hate you all the least.

Miles: We love you too Orbweaver!

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Peter B to Miguel and Jess: You think kindness doesn't exist you fucking pathetic nihilists? How about you both look into the big beautiful eyes of my daughter? What do you think now? Assholes!

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Miles: You know, I really think we should try a non-violent approach to solve this

Prowler! Miles: I agree. Except replace “non” with “extremely,” and include the phrase “blood murder explosion extraordinaire.”

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Bonnie: These children fill my heart with some sort of new emotion I've never felt before. They make me feel warm and want to smile!

Peter B: Bonnie, I think that's happiness.

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Gwen: Your task is to piss off an entire room of people. How do you do it? 

Hobie: Show up, usually.

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JEALOUS!ELLIE X READER - LUST FOR LOVE.

[PART TWO OF FADE INTO YOU].

WORD COUNT - 2,893.

RATING - 18+. [ellie being a desperate cunt basically, oral sex, scissoring, over-stimulation & squirting, oh and angst!]

SUMMARY - you had moved on and Ellie hates it, but would do anything to get you back.

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You have fulfilled what Ellie had feared, you had moved on and you have moved on quicker than she expected, she had heard the news from Dina who was told by Jesse due to the fact that the current person you were in a relationship with was a friend of Jesse’s, Justin.

Ever since you had started dating Justin, you had not marked Ellie at all; if you were being honest, you had missed Ellie, and it would be a half-truth if you said you weren’t dating Justin as a distraction, the man was sweet and had ticked all the boxes of being an excellent romantic partner.

Forthwith, you had been in Justin’s lodge, he had caught a cold which had made you quite upset since it would mean you couldn’t have him as your patrol partner for tomorrow, he had been your patrol partner this current and previous week. Justin was an excellent patrol partner, protective, skilled and strong, he had always checked up on you to see if you were hurt or bitten. His sweetness was overwhelming, you had wondered if this was all an act because most of the men you had romantically in your life weren’t the kindest.

However, since Justin was sick, and it had meant that someone had to replace him for your shift tomorrow, you had hoped Maria would be kind about who she would replace as your patrol partner. Though, currently, you had made him soup and delivered him multiple medicines to make your boyfriend feel better, presently it was night and you had informed him that you would be sleeping on the couch because you didn’t want to catch the same sickness he owned, but he had pleaded for your presence.

“Please baby,” he hopelessly whined as he reached out for you but you had comically rolled your eyes at him while you had made your way to the doorframe of his bedroom. “Sleep next to me.”

“Justin, I don’t want to get sick,” you smartly replied, “if you weren’t I would have been in bed with you and made you feel better in ways you would’ve loved.”

You had smiled at your sexual innuendo which had made your partner dramatically sob in thought of your sensual behaviour. Albeit, he had let you go and you had peacefully slept on his sofa.

The next day, you had returned to your home to prepare for your current shift, subsequently, you had met up with Maria who was ready to inform you with who you had to patrol with. Maria was a kind lady, stern and straightforward also had the characteristics of a leader, but you had remembered how much she had annoyed you with the lecture she had mailed you after the night you had your party.

You had remembered the words she had used, “disruptive”, “loud”, and “disrespectful”. You were sure most of the complaints had been from Seth, you had never gotten along with that man.

You had greeted the older woman who then politely tapped you on the shoulder, she had a look on her face that had told you that you would not be fond of what she had to tell you. You had not said anything to her but your eyebrows were knitted up as you silently waited for her to tell you what she had to say. “You’re partnered up with Ellie today, I know it’s something you don’t want today, but we’re low with supplies and I’ve been told there’s infected around and you and Ellie make a great team.”

Well, you would’ve made a great team if you two had been keen on each other. You were surprised, but you had kept the startlement to yourself. “Please, be kind to one another and use this time to make up.”

Jokingly, you had furrowed your eyebrows, eyes glistened with curiosity, “had you planned this so the two of us could make up?” You asked, lowly amused by her sneaky attempt.

“Somewhat like that,” Maria hastily commented as Ellie appeared, you had been informed before Ellie as Maria was tactful about it, she had gathered just like you, that Ellie had been avoiding you, so if the leader had informed the red-haired girl before, she was sure Ellie would have done anything to avoid going with you.

It was awkward whilst Maria had delivered the message that the both of you were partnered up, you had kept to yourself while Maria had explained Ellie everything, she had explained to you, when she had completed telling Ellie of her shift, she had shared with you, Maria had then glanced towards you then rebounded towards Ellie. “Like I said, be kind to each other and safe.”

You two had then left to the stables after you had bid Maria a goodbye; your horse was named Stella, she was a ginger mare, known for her stamina and speed and similar to your strength and fortitude. You had waited for Ellie to take her horse, Shimmer but you were quite ahead of her when she had finished her task. Your route out of Jackson was silent, you two were slightly next to each other and this time, Ellie was marginally ahead of you.

Ellie had thought of what happened a week ago and she couldn’t help but scoff about how fast you were to move onto the next piece of meat. You had heard the quick sound she had made but ignored it until the question that had been bubbling in your head eventually popped.

“Why have you been avoiding me?”

Once more, Ellie had scoffed, unbothered to face you, hands suddenly tight on the reigns connected to Shimmer. “Why are you avoiding me?” She foolishly repeated.

“Yeah,” you silently muttered, “why are you avoiding me?”

“Didn’t you kick me out?” She bluntly reminded you, “it would be stupid for me to come back to you and act like nothing happened.”

Well, she had practically slut-shamed you, so if someone had the right to avoid the other, it would be you. Gently, you clicked your tongue while you fiddled with your necklace Justin had given you as a late birthday present, the Williams girl had noticed your small action but had said nothing about it.

The rest of the patrol had involved you two searching for supplies and killing off the infected Maria had been informed about. The both of you had almost been close to one of your bases, and you had decided to use the time to speak again. “That doesn’t mean you have to deny every invitation Jesse or Dina give you, especially in settings where I’m there.”

“You’re almost pushing them to the point where they have to do functions without me so you can come.”

You didn’t want it to become this bad, it had upset both Dina and Jesse because they had missed having the group together. “If I do come then that means I’ll have to see you with that Justin dude.”

You had raised the both of your eyebrows, startled as you pieced together what she had informed you. “Is this what it was all about?” You quickly questioned, “because I moved on with Justin?”

“Maybe it is,” Ellie shrugged as she tried to push the jealousy, she had for the both of you out of her mind. “You did exactly what you denied you would do, you moved on when I did the slightest thing wrong.”

You had remained silent while the two of you made it to the base after you had tied your horses to stable poles so you could relax in the post that was known for its loud and alcohol. You had relaxed on the nearest sofa, fingers fidgeted with the jewellery around your neck as your mind was submerged with dozens of thoughts and ways to start another conversation with the stubborn girl who sat beside you, there was a gap between the both of you, the gap then filled with the presence of her bag.

“I don’t want to keep fighting with you,” you lightly muttered.

“You always give me a reason to.”

You had pressed your lips together and you had sworn you would’ve broken your necklace, Ellie was so difficult, you had matched her energy so it was an endless dispute between the two of you. “Where did you get your necklace?”

“Justin gave it to me as a birthday present.”

She snorted, it’s almost as if she had wanted to piss you off, make you feel like it was a terrible decision to be romantically partnered with the man who had been nothing but kind to you. You had pouted while you looked down at your legs, fingers still wrapped around the necklace, “at least he got me a present,” you pouted whilst you had avoided Ellie’s look who responded with silence until the woman picked up her backpack and unzipped the bag to reveal a small box she had kept in her gear.

It was disclosed to be a bracelet, the jewellery was handmade but it was very detailed and looked valuable, you had stared at it with awe as Ellie dangled the piece in front of you, “I wanted to give it to you during your birthday party, but couldn’t…” she sheepishly trailed off while you had taken the object from her and put it on yourself while you had observed that the trinket had both of your initials.

“It’s pretty, thank you Ellie,” you had gingerly smiled as you continued to examine the developed and itemized bracelet. You hadn’t known what came over you but you were sure you would regret it the next day, your lips confined with Ellie’s, your slender hands were clasped around her face, eyes closed and heated by her short act of kindness.

You didn’t understand why it was so easy for you to fall into Ellie’s arms, feasibly, it could have been the time away you had from each other that had you eager to have her again. You two had mutually taken off each other’s clothes, Ellie’s rough fingers competently found way between your legs and brushed against your bud, you had moaned into her mouth as she had gulled with your cunt, she had known how to play with your body better than anyone else that has touched you, she had always caused you to fall into a love drunk state which perhaps could have been the reason why you had briskly fallen into her arms again.

She had your back pressed against the sofa, legs widely spread as her face was currently enclosed by your cunt, she was always rough with her oral sex, her attention always intent and enfolded with your pearl she was invariably obsessed with, she had perpetually loved your taste, the tanginess and explosive nectar always kept her going, her two digits in your pussy and her heavy tongue lapped against your clit. You had arched your back, jewelled hand had planted in her hair as you animalistically rubbed your cunt against her face, your cries high and lewd.

With you overstimulated, Ellie’s tongue had fallen flat against your heated area, her coloured eyes stuck and fixated with your appearance, your choppy movements as you could feel yourself almost close with an orgasm. “Ellie, just like that!” You shamelessly whined, “just like that Ellie,” you hysterically pleaded during the time that your sweet ambrosia leaked into her mouth, Ellie eagerly belted and devoured your tangy nectar then pulled herself from your cunt after she kissed your pussy with a couple more licks ere she urged her mouth against yours once more.

With her fingers against her clit to prepare herself, the red-haired woman positioned her bud against yours, vulgar and lustful to have you cum again. She had moved her hands to your breasts and tightly fiddled with your nipples while she moved her cunt against yours, the sour and intense feeling enough to make you squeal into her mouth as she humped your heated area rabidly. She used your cunt like an animal maniacally pleasing itself, obsessed and determined to dominate you, the nails of her fingers dug into the skin of the sofa as she drawled the rhythm of her hip moving, sending you into a complete crazed edge.

“Fuck,” she chanted before she cloaked her lips around your nipple and drastically lapped her tongue against your tit, her body caved in against yours as she succumbed into her coarse and sharp desires and brambly caressed and fondled her clit against yours, her eyes tightly closed as her fingers moved from the sofa and to your highly positioned leg, her nails gently pierced into your skin, the afflictive bliss egged you into an elated climatic state.

Ellie’s crude and filthy pornographic shape, dogged and obstinate as she shortly orgasmed against your cunt, but firm on stroking herself against you to ride you into an over-aroused matter, you had loudly whimpered and moaned in relations to her tormenting stance, still, intoxicated by lust you had drowned into her provoking state and had squirted again; satisfied, the auburn-haired girl had pulled herself away from you.

It was silent while the two of you had put on back your attire, you had felt an immense guilt strike over you and you had wondered why that intense feeling hadn’t come before you had kissed Ellie. It seemed as if Ellie had taken a note of your convicted state and had lightly nudged you, “what’s wrong?” She questioned, sincerely oblivious to why you had seemed so disrupted.

You had nimbly choked a laugh at her inquiry whilst you had tied your laces you had looked at her as if she was futile. “What’s wrong?” You carefully repeated, “I’m a terrible girlfriend, that’s what’s wrong.”

“It’s not your fault,” Ellie mumbled but you shook your head.

“I kissed you first,” you argued as you stood up to your feet. “I have to tell him.”

Evidently, against the idea, Ellie gently shook her head. “He doesn’t need to know.”

With your shoulders slumped, doubtlessly shaken by the culpability and error you had just done. “Then what else can I do?” You asked severely stern on making yourself feel improved, Ellie, anxious, had responded with silence, her eyes big with alarm and angst of having to lose you again, “we can just continue not seeing each other.”

God, you were always one to choose the option that had Ellie feel abhorrent. “That doesn’t need to happen.”

“Yes, it does,” you painfully replied, “we pretend that this never happened, you can continue on your-hating-me hill and I can continue having a relationship with Justin.”

“Why do you need to still date him?” Ellie gratingly asked, taken aback that you had still wanted to have a romantic bond with the man, she had felt and believed that the connection you had with him wasn’t one you were genuinely happy with, and she was right, you were someone who loved to have a fiery and foolhardy romantic love life, Justin gave you the opposite of that. He was calm and gentle.

“He’s a good person, he’s good to me,” you hopelessly replied, desperate to move Ellie from the animosity she had for your relationship with him. “I’m sure the two of you would be good friends too.”

Ellie laughably scoffed at your statement, she had now been determined to leave the base, she had picked up her bag and swung it onto her shoulders, yet, she still made effort to look at you, an inquisitive question imprinted in her mind. “Is he more important than me?”

Your eyes widened at her inquiry, surprised to the fact that she would ask such a bold question, but, you had already had the answer in your mind, and it was one she had already knew. “No, he’s not,” you truthfully responded, disgraced that you hadn’t been able to successfully move from Ellie.

“Then break up with him and be with me,” she desperately pleaded, she had moved from her original position and closer to you, her hand had cupped your face that had been suffocated with the state of confusion. Ellie had pressed her forehead against yours, disturbingly in love with you and open to do whatever she’d have to do to get you back. “I’ll be better for you, and I’ll make you happier than him, please [Y/N].”

Your noses had gently stroked one another as you had drowned yourself in thought, Justin was a good man, he was good to you, and loved you in ways you thought a man couldn’t, he had given you what you thought you should have in love, but Ellie, as much as she had put you in situations where you had been a crying mess, had still been able to put you in scenarios where you had felt like the most special person in the world and you had liked that feeling more than you had liked being with Justin.

You had made your mind up, drastically driven by lust and infatuation; you had given into Ellie, and you had felt like you had chosen a choice that would bring all variety of chaos, but, yet, within that chaos you’d still be with Ellie. “Fine, I’ll break up with him.”

songs that fit this song ⬎

⟶ lana del rey ft the weeknd - lust for life. [evidently]

⟶ cafuné - tek it.

⟶ ariana grande - break up with your girlfriend, i'm bored.

⟶ rae sremmurd - guatemala.

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Dangerous Moons - Chapter 3 - First day on the job

The soft patter of rain on the metal roof is what wakes me. Evelyn is probably still asleep so I should be quiet. Peace, another thing I took for granted back then, the ability to sit with my own thoughts and just exist without disruption or fear. That peace however is short lived because Evelyn shoves open her front door like it has murdered her family. I honestly thought she was sound asleep. “Rise and shine sleepy! We have a whole day of preparations to get to.” she exclaims.

ll I can manage are the sounds of discontent at the sounds of my now disturbed peace. Old habits die hard, especially the ones involving sleeping and being lazy. “What time is it anyway?” I ask. “Almost time for lunch.” she says. “I’ve been asleep that long huh?” “It honestly looked like you needed it. Anyways you should get yourself ready and I’ll debrief you over some food.” Evelyn lends me a spare jacket and some clothes along side a pair of hefty boots. After the shower I come out and smell eggs and bacon sizzling away on the stove. Sitting down on the couch Evelyn brings out the food and begins to tell me what she has planned,“Simply put, it looks like our time on this planet is done.” “I just got here!” I protest. “So did I! Its in the nature of the job. Back to the plan however. My employer just told me where I can find my target.” she rambles on while biting her food. “Your target is who now exactly?” “Mob boss Daren Galcharon, a local big shot who has ties within syndicate, his gang acting as a police force on this dump of a planet because the actual law enforcement is to lazy and too underpaid to deal with him. This obviously allows him to supersede the actual laws and regulations while the real cops do jack.” she says, “What’s your fighting capacity like anyways?” “Oh, me? I honestly prefer fighting with swords.” “Swords? Among the brilliant weapon choices in these galaxies and you chose the way of the blade!” she protests. “You’re one to talk. Your’e not any better with those archaic pistols you wield.” I protest in return. “Please at least tell me you are good with those rust sticks of yours.” “Rust sticks! I am offended by such, you would never know the time and dedication it takes to not only train but also maintain these master class weapons, without enough training some could become good enough to block bullets even.”,I’m pissed and I’ve just woken up, “I prefer the elegance of my blade better than the barbaric bite of your bullets.” Evelyn casts me a glance that screams, ‘are you out of your mind?’ Evelyn’s facial expressions changes drastically, from her frustration with me to now looking sad and pensive. “Hey, what’s up?” I ask not expecting any solid answer. “Oh nothing, you just remind me of someone I knew.”,she says, ”Anyways, time to get yourself up and out of that bed and get ready, we have some stuff we need to do, before needing to leave.” She hastily gathers herself off the couch, taking the emptied plates of food along with her. “Hey Evelyn, why are you so eager to work with me? A stranger you met in the dark hours of the night.”,I ask. “Well firstly, we all hate Gary. At least I do and therefore the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Secondly. My previous partner was a real damn idiot and got himself killed, while you seem like the adequate replacement, nimble, fast to react to changes. Curious.” “How did he pass?” I feel as though this question might have struck a nerve but I am to curious not to ask. “Tried to double cross me. I showed him though, put two bullets in the dirtbags hands and then one last one with the infamous big one to his ugly head.” she flaunts her draw by spinning a mug from her hip, “But you won’t try to cross me now will you?” “Because the stranger with no family or place to call home will betray their only beacon of hope? Very realistic.” my sarcasm steeps the musty rooms atmosphere. “Anyways, we will have to go out and get some supplies for the ship”

“Well look what we have here?”, the man’s rough voice could be heard from outside on the roof of the warehouse. Peeking through the large skylights up there we could see the interrogation scene. In the centre of the floor is a chair where one poor man is tied onto it a bag over his head. “Let’s show this young man here, what happens when you mess with me.” Evelyn nudges me gently, “The man you saw, he is our target. A powerful close range fighter. Any questions?” “Just one. Why do you not just shoot him from over here with the big gun?”, I ask. “Well you see. It’s super loud. Also the bullets are expensive. I choose to save these for rainy days.”, Evelyn answers. Suddenly our attention is diverted to the sound of Galcharon breaking what might have been that guy’s jaw. “He’s not surviving this is he?”, I ask. “Probably not. I wonder what the poor guy did to deserve this fate.”, Evelyn seems eager to drop in and begin this mission. Time for my first taste of her combat personality. Galcharon’s arms looked like logs with barbells attached to their ends. Both Veins and muscles are displayed in high definition. His fist rained down on the man’s frail body, each hit morphing the shape of it into an unrecognizable lump. Evelyn warns me, “Ready when you are.” “Right. Let’s do this.”

Crashing through the window we ride down with a wave of glass. The initial break announced our arrival as everyone gazed up to our entrance. Ripping the man of the chair Galcharon used him as a shield to block the initial assault of glass, while his two henchmen dashed away from the window. “And who the fuck might you be?” he asks. “Your worst nightmare!” Evelyn taunts. She really does not realize how terrible that line sounded out loud right? Evelyn spins her revolver from her hip sending off a shot. It hits something alright, not our target but the poor sap in the chair. “interesting, very interesting. I never did expect the great Evelyn Deadeye to hunt me down but my goons did mention something about you being close.” he rants on. Evelyn casts me a gaze of confusion and anger. “Hey! Look at me when I talk to you.”, Galcharon demands, he has his gun drawn now, it looks puny in his mammoth hands. “let’s get this done with.”,Evelyn says while cracking her knuckles. My swords have been itching for a fight. Before the confrontation began, Evelyn handed me a semi-automatic pistol capable of supressing a nearby target, she referred to it as a ‘M1911’, not only is it somehow heavier than both my swords combined but it is also about as useful as a dull kitchen knife in terms of efficiency. More harmful to me than my target due to its terrible weight balance and the magazines holding barely any ammunition. It really does not help that Galcharon’s skin may as well be made of thick steel. I imagine the projectiles this thing fires will physically bounce off his reinforced nanite skin. I see her to taking cover nearby, the bosses goons had opened fire down the middle of the warehouse, the wave of pulse-fire would certainly fry anyone caught in its wake. When the gunfire stops Evelyn makes her first move. A quick shot with her weapon taking out one of the unsuspecting gunmen. Before the fools could realise it Evelyn had already changed her shooting angle so that, after the remaining four finished shooting at where she was last she could skilfully take out another two. Watching her work was unlike anything I’ve ever seen, the absolute grace in her movements, the skilful aim of her guns where each shot found its target with deadly precision as she dodged and weaved between bullets and obstacles. Entranced, I barely noticed the six foot tall train of a man Galcharon approach me ready to beat my face and body into a different shape. Bracing, the screech from my blades as the punch pushed my heels into the ground pushing me a distance across the floor. “So, who are you girl? Another one of her toys. Who she will just dispose of when she’s bored or tired of you?”, he asks. His words make me unsteady and he sees that, taking full advantage of my confusion and inaction. “Or, you are someone more special, more valuable than she has realised yet.” he taunts, “No matter you will both be back where you belong in due time.” Then, the world went dark. As I drift once again into unconsciousness.

My head is throbbing in pain as I awake in a strange location. I can feel the whirring of an engine, the steady vibrations can be felt through the floors. Evelyn is sitting on a chair in a corner of the room in total silence. “Look who’s finally awake. That guy really knocked you out cold! You have been out for hours.”, Evelyn says rising out of her chair, she walks over to the bed and sits at the foot of it. “I suppose you and I have many things to talk about now.” her tone is condescending, “Like who you really are, miss violet.” “What’s their to talk about, I got knocked out by the guy.” “That’s not what I want to talk about, it is actually what happened just after you got knocked out. See the boss mentioned something intriguing, so intriguing I had to delay his murder to question him and he revealed to me something shocking to me.” “What is this about Evelyn?” “Who are you really running from?” Evelyn leans closer to me,”And what makes you special that the Syndicate’s bounty on you is larger than any ever seen for some common criminal.”

Evelyn is pacing around the room, “Any answers runaway?” My heart and brain are racing for an answer, any answer. Anything but the truth. “Truth is.” my body freezes at the thought of it. “Truth is what! Knowing your Syndicate property puts so much more at risk! You are currently the galaxies most sought after woman and I’m the one who so happens to be taking care of her. I knew your face looked familiar too I just could not remember from where I saw it from.” I try to muster the courage for words but all that can come out are the silent cries for help. “Look, Violet. I won’t just toss you to the damn dogs like that, It’s beneath me really, but I can’t help but feel betrayed that you would skip out such a huge detail about yourself. I can tell you’ve been through it, especially with that prosthetic arm of yours.” “You don’t have to help me. All I am is trouble for you in reality.” “It’s not about whether or not you are trouble.” Evelyn’s words resonate with something Inside me, “I used to be like you, in parts I still am, my past is filled with troubles too. I’ve faced most of them being out here, the vastness of these stars allow one to really connect with yourself and reflect. That and the countless of bastards I murdered for what they did to me.” “Are you wanted by the Syndicate too?” “No but maybe I’ll tell you that story another time when I’m ready myself to reface those fears.” Evelyn’s words sound almost regretful. Then without warning, she embraced me in a warm hug. It’s a strange feeling, I’ve grown accustomed to being grabbed and tossed around by cold hands. I’m not very proud of what I have done to get here, those I had to kill. I can’t really help myself at this point, holding it in has become a burden and the tears start to fall. “It’s fine to cry now, you’re safe here.” safety, her words pierce the regrets and doubts of my past. Perhaps finally I can start again and figure out what to do with myself. I don’t remember when I drifted to sleep that day but when I did, I felt the warmth and smell of her body.

[silver-rings-and-rabbits]

Open Heart Second Year, chapter 12

It’s too soon. I’ve always thought the jump from attack to memorial was too quick. There was still so many characters we didn’t see during chapter 11 (Naveen, Harper, Zaid, Ines, Esme) and we needed a chapter just to absorb everything that happened.

My personal hc was that Raf could go home as long as he had someone looking after him. He had Juliana, but MC’s roommates would all be working long hours so he ended up staying in hospital a bit longer.

I know in reality PB couldn’t be bothered to rewrite this small detail.

Juliana ❤️ I miss my grandma…

One of Ethan’s diamond scenes prompts you to help him fix a relationship, and if you’re romancing him, it suggests you can restart your own. Rafael gets a similar prompt for his chapter 12 scene but the prompt to rekindle an old flame appears whether you’re romancing him or not.

Just another dialogue point that doesn’t change and therefore doesn’t make sense, or at least sounds weird on his path. For example:

(That’s an interesting way to describe a break-up). It makes sense on his romance path…but why would a friendly MC grow apart from him? On my Ethan playthrough I believed my MC was really happy for Raf and Sora and invited them both out when the group met up. There’s certain dialogues I now won’t take for Raf’s platonic route to avoid these, but it’s pretty rubbish if it wasn’t intended to be romantic. At least PB had the foresight to change the dialogue during the kissing scene.

So are you ❤️ (he’s right though)

Matthew, you’re going to a funeral. Stop looking hot.

“Just like that”. Astute observation, PB.

And the whole scene of the wake. Every single time, my mind replaces Danny and Bobby with Rafael and I wonder whether the memorial would have been very different or would it still feel rushed and uncaring? Only half the friend group were given funeral outfits for gods sake.

And PB did it again:

Not letting me visit my own love interest. And this was after the rewrites. Why couldn’t MC go back to Rafael?? I don’t even care that they wouldn’t have sex, they needed to spend time together. After a book full of two Ethan scenes per chapter, you suddenly can’t do that?? Bullshit.

And to think…we were a few days away from this being Rafael’s funeral.

(I chose Jackie, again because it made sense with her and Matthew living together, but the choices are either awkwardly navigating flirty dialogue or leaving her crying that it should have been her funeral.)

There’s mentions of Elijah really struggling through the service, something he’s been to too many of, and it’s never mentioned again. We don’t get to catch up with Bryce at all unless we choose him at the end. And Jackie will tell you about how much she hates the person she sees in the mirror, only to never bring it up again.

On Ethan’s romance path, he gets extra dialogue at the beginning AND during the memorial.

My thoughts at this point:

This whole situation was handled so gracelessly. It doesn’t get the build-up it deserves, and the aftermath is treated like an obligation to get through. As I mentioned before, the character who actually gets all the emotion is the character who was never in danger (Ethan). But we don’t have the time or money to give everyone else the same, so rather than spreading their resources between the LIs, PB wrote dialogue in a weird halfway spot: awkward if you’re not romancing them, not deep enough and now cheapened if you are romancing them.

And then we know MC goes back to the hospital before they’re ready and absolutely nothing comes from it.

The characters faced something deeply traumatic that would have killed them, but the funeral is then rushed, characters aren’t looked after, and then before you can say ‘free healthcare’ we’re back at the diagnostics team like nothing happened because apparently nothing is more important than Ethan and MC.

Mature and emotional storyline my ass. The attack was put in to knock off a LI for shock value and nothing more.

[hmsharmony]

5. 10. 19.

Apologies in advance for this having nothing to do with Spider-Man until 19. 😬

5. Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?

Merlin/Arthur how I loathe thee. The racism and misogyny I had to witness (e.g., petition to replace Angel with Colin when she was scheduled to do an interview with Bradley). I began the show shipping everyone in the core four (although Arthur/Gwen was my OTP), but the treatment of Gwen by many Merthur shippers soured me on the ship. The final nail in the coffin was when a friend, an Arthur/Merlin shipper, found out I shipped Arthur/Gwen and expressed disgust. Fuck that.

10. Most disliked arc? Why?

The one that immediately comes to mind (which will not come as a shock to anyone who was around in 2011/2012) is Merlin’s “Gwen is enchanted to kiss zombie!Lancelot the night of her wedding, Arthur finds them, and he banishes her from Camelot on pain of death because ‘I don’t want to see you dead but I don’t want to see you.’”

A few things that fill me with rage to this day:

zero agency for Gwen (who never finds out she was enchanted the actual fuck!!!);

Arthur using his power as king to deal with a personal issue;*

Gwen going through literal hell on her own (taken captive and visuals/language making clear her captor plans to sexually assault her; escaping when she discovers her captor is working with Morgana and they plan to harm Camelot so even though she can’t return ON PAIN OF DEATH she makes her way back anyway; almost freezing to death during said journey; getting chased down by Morgana, who knocks her out and turns her into a DEER while Arthur is going on a hunting party with a prospective bride; said woman SHOOTING DEER GWEN WITH AN ARROW)

Gwen saying she has what she deserves when she tells Merlin she can’t return to Camelot because she betrayed Arthur;

Arthur finding her ring in the middle of the forest and not wondering WHY it was there or if she’s okay; and

an underwhelming resolution where everything is swept under the rug and they IMMEDIATELY GET MARRIED DESPITE THERE CLEARLY BEING MAJOR TRUST ISSUES AND GWEN MOST DEFINITELY HAVING PTSD WHAT ARE YOU DOING

(Bonus Gwen saying she can’t forgive herself and Arthur saying he doesn’t care I am still livid and it has been more than a decade let Gwen have negative feelings!!!)

Took me literal years to love that ship again because of this storyline.

*It would have been much more interesting if it had been framed as “it’s either saving the woman you love or upholding the law” like they did in Camelot. The show (claimed) to be in large part about how Arthur would create a new, fair Camelot (lmao). They missed a perfect chance to have him wrestle with what that means and the sort of king he wanted to be. I kind of played with that in the spec fic I wrote for 4x09, but to this day I want so much more.

19. What is one thing you hate most about your fandom?

I want to preface this by saying that, because of previous fandom experiences (including the infamous Harry Potter ship wars during my formative years), I was careful to cultivate my Spider-Man fandom experience from the get-go. My first couple years I literally only talked to existing friends who also loved PeterMJ (save for one fanvid I made in late 2019, but really I was just thanking people for commenting). It’s only in the past ~year I started interacting with new people, and even then I’m still very careful about expanding my bubble. So I’ve insulated myself pretty well, and I mostly have only secondhand knowledge of the horrendous side of this fandom (versus my merlin days where I would explore outside my bubble and see so much fucked up shit, usually of the racism variety).

With that out of the way: this is so minor in the scheme of things, but whenever someone calls MCU PeterMJ a slow burn I want to rip my face off. I love these kids but what they had was the exact opposite of a slow burn. And it’s not because it was done in one movie—When Harry Met Sally is 100% a slow burn in my book, and yes, the focus is that relationship, but there WERE things homecoming or far from home could have done. Not putting in the work to establish an existing relationship and instead going straight to Peter liking her is not a slow burn. (Now the way they hinted at MJ’s feelings in Homecoming? That was slow burn potential. Would’ve killed for something similar for Peter. And I say this as someone who had the biggest goddamn smile on her face everything they interacted when I first saw Far From Home.)

Salty Ask Game

[surveysandthings]

4.

do you ever do these surveys with your SO? Nah, it’s usually just me!

have you ever totally lied or made up ridiculous answers for surveys? Nope. No one knows who I am and I don’t think anyone even follows this blog so I have no reason to lie.

do animal furs upset you? I think it’s gross in this day and age as we don’t need fur to keep warm but I don’t see a problem with purchasing vintage furs. It’s the best way to honor the animals now.

who picks the music when you’re riding in the car? Definitely my husband, he cares more about the music when we drive. I’m perfectly happy just turning on a playlist but he needs to pick every song.

do you have a waste basket in your car? Yup! One of those ones you hook on the headrest of your seat.

what’s the Spanish name for your favourite food? I’m in between hyper fixation foods rn so I don’t think I could tell you what my favorite food is, let alone what it is in Spanish.

do you know anyone who regularly uses a bike for transportation? We have a neighbor who I always see riding back and forth on his bike but I've never met him, so.

do you consider audio books not really reading? I wouldn’t consider it reading but you’re still absorbing the content of a book.

strangest thing you’ve ever put in the trunk of a car? ...I can’t say I've ever put anything strange in the trunk of a car? Just like...groceries and suitcases and sometimes furniture?

do you carry matches or a lighter? No, but my husband does!

do you keep socks with a hole in them if they are your favorites? I hate socks so I don’t wear any enough to develop holes in them.

last time you wore clothes that were too small on you. Um? I don’t know, to be honest!

have you ever frightened someone on purpose? I mean, I've hid behind something and jumped out to scare someone before as a joke but I’ve never done anything to actually make someone fearful past that initial jump scare.

have you ever had something taken away from you by airport security? A really rude TSA agent in Chicago took my water from me once and then felt me up. That was awk.

what’s the last wild animal you have seen? I saw a squirrel out the window yesterday!

something you were surprised to learn about your parent’s childhood? My mom recently told me that she once jumped the barricade at a Van Halen concert back in the day to get closer to the stage as a teenager and that was surprising. She’s such a fuddy duddy now, it’s weird to think she was ever young and carefree like that.

do you store any non food items in the fridge? I have a little tub of sheet masks in there rn because they feel nice on my skin when they’re chilly.

have you ever told a friend you thought their parent was hot? I’ve never found any of my friends’ parents attractive. 

what was the last thing you bought from a gumball machine? how long ago was that? My husband bought a Pokemon card from one of those sticker machines if that counts. It was over the summer!

have you ever destroyed another person’s belongings out of anger? Nope.

plain band aids or fun ones? Always fun ones. I go out of my way to spend more on those fancy Welly ones from Target bc they have such cute prints.

which pain killer do you use? Naproxen sodium works best for me but I'll take an ibuprofen in a pinch.

have you ever used someone else’s Rx med? Nope.

have you ever borrowed underwear from a friend? None of my friends have ever been fat, haha.

would you like to be part of a wedding party? I could be into that for the right person!

last pair of shoes you threw out and why? I just replaced my winter boots because they were worn out and hurting my feet.

have you ever thrown anything up to hang on the power/phone lines? No.

have you ever really stayed up all night to do homework? Late, not all night.

have you ever had anything stolen from you? YES, my doormat!!! I’m still pissed about it.

if you could make up one rule for all your friends, what would it be? Be nice to me and don’t forget about me when you have kids.

do you pay attention to people’s posture? I can honestly say I've never dedicated a single brain cell to someone else’s posture before in my life.

do you have a creepy uncle, or have a friend who has one? My husband has a VERY creepy uncle.

alarm clock, or do you use your phone? I use my phone or the google home depending on the day.

have you ever backed into a cactus? No, but I did accidentally drop one into my hand when I was repotting it and was like ‘phew! no needles in my fingers’ and then I realized later that its fuzzies were actually teeny tiny little prickles. Took me forever to get them all out.

do any of your relatives not have home internet? I don’t think so...?

when you get the munchies, do you want sweet or salty? Definitely salty.

something you taught yourself how to do? Probably something sewing related.

[princeblack]

she tells him that she understands wanting your parents’ approval and not feeling good enough, which makes him soften with sadness, wondering if it’s one or both parents she struggles with. “i didn’t know,” he says softly, his face falling. he hates the idea of bee not being appreciated as she should be, especially by the people who raised her and should know how amazing she is before anyone else. “for what it’s worth, you’re not just good enough— you’re perfect.”

he smiles a little at the way she’s blushing, teasing him over his comment about cedric. “i think more highly of you than i do anyone i’ve met.” it’s true, too— he’s never had such an untainted opinion of someone else before, with nothing at all but high regard for her. she really is sunshine to him, something he wishes he could bottle but wouldn’t because such things deserve to be free. “and i think your brother knows everyone thinks he’s hot.”

their conversation is soon replaced with the soft sounds of him sucking the lollipop, their eyes locked as he pulls his dick out. he enjoys the expression on her face a little too much, a giveaway that she likes what she sees. she bites her lip too, sliding down to her knees in front of him. the sight of that alone makes him ache, but her dress’s straps fall too, showing off her pretty shoulders. he’s surprised by her name for him but it turns him on all the same, the way her warm voice sounds speaking filthy words. “such a good girl,” he hums encouragingly, dragging his tongue against the lollipop.

he can’t help but smile at her confession, so turned on that it’s obvious in the way he’s already leaking, pre-cum glistening on his tip. “you thought about me going inside of you when we were just friends?” he asks, voice muffled around the lollipop. “was i as big as this?” something about her thinking about him like that before she should’ve, even when he was taken, makes him feel warm.

he moves his hand as hers rests on his length, her smaller fingers taking hold of it. he watches her closely, green eyes focused on her heavily as her tongue slowly licks his slit, taking his pre-cum against it. he moans softly, clenching a little at how good it feels, getting pleasure from the touch of her wet tongue and how perfect she looks pushing his tip into her mouth. it feels even better, bee’s mouth soaking around him, but then she moves her tongue against him too, taking his breath away. “f-fuck… yes, bee.” his voice is a desperate rasp, one hand reaching down to tangle into her hair, tugging at it encouragingly as her tongue slides against his tip, making him feel so good that he’s already close.

then she starts to jerk him off and he has to clench again, a shiver moving through him at how intense the pleasure is. “that feels good,” he murmurs, his hand moving from her hair to gently caress her cheek, thumb running against it. “keep doing that with your tongue…” his fingers slide back into her hair, running through it almost soothingly despite the dirty things they’re doing. he can’t get over how beautiful she looks sliding his dick into her mouth further, watching him innocently with those pretty blue eyes.

she never meant to be a bad girlfriend to dean, he was a good guy and he was sweet but he wasn't for her, he didn't have her heart the way regulus did and unfortunately he never would have her. "to be fair you never stole anything...I was yours before I was ever his." she says with a smile, because it was true. her heart belonged to regulus since that day on the train together, the day they talked about creatures and their excitement for school to start, his sweet green eyes watching her like she was the most interesting person in the world when most people would get bored of her hyperfixations.

she couldn't believe she had him alone in this room now, begging to be touched and loved by him. as he tells her how important she is to him, how her being different didn't drive them apart but brought them closer together. "I understand..." she says softly. "wanting your parents approval and never quite feeling good enough." she says softly. "but if what they approve of isn't making you happy then I'm glad I could be the person that does make you happy." she says softly as the smile tugs at her lips. she didn't even try, she was just herself around him and for some reason that seemed to be enough for regulus to love her almost as much as she loves him.

she lets him talk, listening as he tells her about the things he loves, calling her a sunshine in his life as she blushes bright. bee wants to tell him that she loves him, that she's in love with him but it seems too soon, after all he still has a relationship to officially end and she had never exactly said those three words to anyone before. so she waits for now, instead smiling at the way he calls her pretty as a soft chuckle falls past her lips. "you think so highly of me." she tease, shaking her head a little. "but I'll be sure to let my brother know you find him pretty too...right after I have my fun with you." she purrs lowly.

bee likes the way he sucks on the candy for her, making her short in breath as blue eyes watch his pretty lips wrap around the candy or the way his tongue licks at it. this tension could just about kill her it was so hard to breathe, needing her fix of having his touch so badly that it hurts her a little, making her ache in her chest and between her thighs.

she watches as he takes the sucker from her, putting it in his mouth as she purrs softly. making her wet gay it's so uncomfortable.

regulus undoes hispanys, stripping down fabric after the other. he looks so good, and his dick is like a work of art that it almost makes it hard to breathe. "I'm going to make such a good mess for you daddy, lick it all up." she purrs, biting down on her lower lip as she slowly slides into her knees, letting the straps of dress fall off her shoulders as blue eyes flicker up at him. "I've wanted you for so long, you know? used to think about what it would look like going inside of me...how pink it would be. it's even prettier in person though." she purrs softly, blue eyes looking up into his as she grips his hard length, she can see the way he's dripping in precum, she wants to taste it, biting down on her lower lip. she sticks her tonuge out letting it swipe against his slit to take the taste into her mouth, humming as she keeps eye contact, purring softly before pushing his tip into her mouth, letting out a moan against it. he tastes so good, eyes fluttering as she begins to slide her tongue all around it, tracing it slowly and using her hand to jerk him off from the base, she starts slow, taking her time just to enjoy him and watch the way his expression changes, starting to take more of him as she hallows her cheeks.

[takenbyheartstrings]

ONE BED

summary: Its the one bed trope, but you and peter don't like each other and the avengers are determined to change that, so they set you and peter up for what could be success or what could be failure.

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader.

warnings: angst (not really)???, fluff, swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of masturbation, and finally SMUT.

authors note: sorry if this is a little cringworthy, it's 12am and i am tired.

Natasha walked into the kitchen of the Avengers Compound, heaving a large breath, letting out a sigh catching Tony, Bucky, Steve, Wanda and Bruce's attention.

"What was that for?" Steve questioned as he noticed Natasha's somewhat annoyed appearance.

She shrugs, "They hate each other, they hate each other and I wanna know why."

Bucky laughs, "Not this shit again."

"Yes this shit again, Y/n and Peter clearly like each other, but I don't know why they have it in for each other."

"Or maybe they just don't like each other, that's possible Nat." Bucky lets a little glare.

Tony's voice perks up, "Uhhhh, I don't know about that. They always catch second glances at each other, when the other's not looking. It's cute." Tony couldn't believe he was talking about two eighteen year olds, but you two clearly liked each other.

Bruce let out a hum, "How about, we force them into a situation where they can't escape each other. We have to go down to Washington in a few days for the new training facility, so it's the perfect cover anyway. Instead of bunking Peter with Sam and Bucky, maybe we can bunk him in with Y/n."

Natasha and Wanda nod, "That's not a totally bad idea," Wanda tries not to grin; she's seen the way the two of you pine over each other like lovesick puppies. It really was cute.

"So we're just gonna ignore the fact that this is against their will and they might hate each other more than before and you guys are willing to place on the fence based on a hunch." Bucky speaks rationally, "Besides, the kid scares easily, you'll just be taking away the fun from Sam and I."

Everyone in the room trades a glance and then looks back at him, "Yeah." They all spoke at once.

It was settled. This little side mission was happening.

You sighed as you made your way into the conference room, the mission in Washington was a big one for you - and for Peter. But you needed to be prepared for anything, but nothing could prepare you for the news you were about to hear.

"Alright, I've got our roommates for the trip ready." Tony stated as he started listing off names, you were confused as to why you weren't with Wanda like usual. "Okay and Y/N and Peter."

"WAIT WHAT?" You almost screamed standing up.

"I can't be that bad. Can I?" Peter's lip quirked into a smirk.

You rolled your eyes as they turned a shade of red at his annoyance, "Well you clearly can."

"Don't get all glitter eyes on me." Peter chuckles, as Bucky can't help but snicker, your head snaps toward him as he then backs off.

Steve puts a hand your arm and he beckons you to sit down. You do so trying to calm down.

"Hey look," Tony sighs, "Sorry kids, but that's just how it is. Two people per room and you guys just happened to be last pick."

Peter sighs, "Whatever, the sooner we get it over with the better." He rolls his eyes walking out of the room. You followed but before leaving, you used your powers to lift Tony's coffee cup and spill it on his lap.

"Real mature!" He calls after you.

"I'm eighteen, get over it!" You yelled back before going to your room and slamming the door behind you.

Everyone was right, you did have a crush on Peter. You really liked him. But you were also so jealous of him. You were jealous of his smarts, his looks. Practically everything about the boy.

So much so, that you fantasised about him. You touched yourself thinking about him - and so did he. You both liked each other, but it was so hard to admit it because you were both jealous of each other, for the same reasons. You honestly didn't know how you were going to get through the night with Peter in the same room as you. You didn't know if it was going to be a paradise or a nightmare.

The next night you got to the hotel, "All right guys, time to get settled in, we have a big day of training tomorrow. Go get rested, goodnight." He waves walking off with his key. Sam and Bucky take theirs, Bruce and Steve take theirs, Nat and Wanda take theirs and You and Peter are left standing there.

"Look I'm too tired to argue, so can we just... not?" You questioned Peter.

"That's fair," He gives an awkward smile, "Since you start them all," He mutters under his breath, quiet enough so that you don't hear it.

You both made it up to the room to be met with a sight, "Wow. One bed, like this could get any worse." You sighed.

"Really. Truely can't. I thought to myself 'Nothing's worse than having to share a room with you,' but now there's one bed and I'm not giving it up."

"Well neither am I, guess we'll share." You give a harsh glare. You set your duffle bag down next to the left side of the bed and grabbed your pyjamas and made your way to the bathroom, it was a pair of shorts and a tank top. You were so reluctant to wear a bra. But you were nervous considering that Peter was in the other room. You opted not to deciding it wasn't worth the pain.

You walked out of the bathroom and Peter met eyes with you, lingering over your body, he loved looking at every part of you, the way your nipples came through your shirt and how perfect your tits were. How perfect your thighs were. How beautiful you looked. He didn't say anything but the room was filled with a tense silence. Peter walked into the bathroom and changed, he walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of plaid pants. Your eyes made contact with his biceps, his abs. You never realised how strong Peter actually was, you always fantasised about him like this but your fantasy was now a reality. You swore you could feel yourself getting a little wet, just thinking about what Peter could do to you.

You sighed getting into the covers at Peter did the same, the two of you were lying back to back with a large chunk of space between the two of you. You let out a little sigh, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you had announced.

"Alright," Peter said timidly, letting you know he was awake.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, splashing yourself with cold water. You knew you shouldn't feel this way. Not now. Why now? Why when he was here? You splashed yourself in the face one last time before opening the door and you met Peter's eyes.

"Peter I-," You started.

"I like you." Peter said nonchalantly.

"I-I like you too."

It was quick, but finally Peter's lips landed on yours and never left. You were actually the one to deepen the kiss. You felt Peters tongue slide into your mouth in one swift movement. His hands trailed up your shirt as you were pinned against a wall, he could feel your tits get hard as a chill went down your spine from the touch of his cold hands. Breaking the kiss for a moment - he lifted your shirt over your head as he started trailing kisses down your neck, you let out a heavy moan. Peter smirked against the kisses, as he trailed further down your body, licking and sucking on your nipples, his tongue making circles around them.

"Fuck, Peter." You groaned softly as the two of you then moved to the bed, you could see a bulge in Peter's pants. You slid them down as you were met with his dick, a smirk took place on your face as he sat back against the headboard.

You decided to have your way with Peter, kissing and sucking on his tip. Until you finally placed your whole mouth around it, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. You took your mouth off of it before wrapping your hand around it and slapping it onto your tongue. You could hear Peter groan heavily, "Fuck, Y/n, just like that." His words came out as hot flashes as you moved your hand up and down his dick, rubbing it.

You couldn't take it anymore, you wanted to feel Peter. You moved up to kiss him again, but before you could Peter looked at you, “Every time you made me angry I fantasised about the things I would do to you and now I finally get to do them," He smirked.

You couldn't say anything else, you just let the moment get a hold of you. You kissed him again and it was like you could feel the electricity sparking in the air between the two of you. His kisses were hungry and desperate and sweet. You were lucky to be in his arms tonight, you were lucky to be fucked by someone like him. Someone caring. Someone genuinely sweet. Even if you hadn't seen what that side of him was even like, you knew he was.

You felt your breath hitch against the air as Peter removed your shorts, and yet he could see the patch of wetness on your underwear. You swore you could hear him get hungry at the sight, Peter didn't say anything, but he removed the garment blocking him from all of you. You were naked in front of him and he was loving every minute of it. His tongue entered your pussy as he sucked and licked your clit, moving his tongue up and down your pussy. He was hungry for you and only you.

Peter finally looked up at you as you moaned softly, your back arching a little as he pleased you with his tongue, "Peter I want you, please." You said desperately.

"As you wish," Peter said huskily as he slid his dick into your wet hole and boy did that hit the spot. Sliding in and out of you, every single moan was like a godsend, like music to hears ears. You were shaking under him.

"Peter you can go rougher than that," You spoke through a strained moan and Peter could. Your bodies flowed together, the mattress moving underneath the two of you, slamming the headboard with every thrust. Each moan that came out of your mouth got higher and higher, letting Peter know you were almost at your edge. Peter continued to move in and out of you.

"Fuck Pete, I'm almost there," You whimpered softly, "Fuck!"

He smirked against you, pulling out his dick and replacing it with his mouth. His tongue moved in and out just like his whole body had and you finally reached your peak.

"FUCK PETE!" You moaned once more as your body finally relaxed.

You took a hold of Peter's dick and started rubbing it again, he moaned quietly, "Fuck, yeah, just like that, that's my girl." Peter murmured. You smirked before placing your mouth over his cock and moving your head up and down once more, wrapping your hand around it while you also moved your head.

"Fuck that's it, that's it." Peter groaned, "Fuck Y/n, I'm gonna cum." Peter said as you moved your head faster and faster, ready to take on his load and that's when you could finally feel it, the sticky, white liquid in your mouth as you let it dribble back onto his cock, before licking it off his tip and letting it fall again, tasting the excess that was left in your mouth.

You let yourself fall back next to Peter as you got back underneath the covers with him, your naked bodies lying together intertwined.

"You have no idea how much I've thought about doing that with you," You laughed quietly, "I always hated you because you're everything I'm not Peter, but I was too quick to judge. I was wrong, wrong about most of it, almost all of it."

"Me too, Y/n, me too. I always wanted to be like you, but I see now that we have our differences and that's okay, but now we can work on that. Together." Peter spoke.

"Does that mean," You smiled against his chest.

"Yeah, it does."

"Well in that case, I really liked it when you said I was your girl," You smiled up at him, "That was really hot."

The two of you ended up falling asleep, in each others arms, feeling nothing but happiness. The two of you knew now that there was no reason to hate each other. There was no reason you couldn't be with each other.

The next morning you slid on a training bra and tights, reading for the day of training Tony had told all of you to get rest for, "Well don't you look good." Peter said wrapping his arms around your waist placing a kiss on your lips.

"I could say the same for you," You said feeling the biceps that were exposed because of his muscle tee. You and Peter walked down to the lobby with his arm wrapped around you, the rest of the group looked at the two of you surprised.

"You two look cosy," Wanda smiled.

Bucky batted an eye for a moment surprised that the plan the group had set out actually worked, "Wow, yeah, you guys do, what happened?"

"Oh we just talked, and we just confessed our feelings and now we're together." Peter explained.

Natasha let a painful look shine through, "You sure you guys just talked, it's not like the walls are soundproof."

The two of you blushed, "I- we- you- heard- what?" You were flustered you didn't know what to say. Peter just stood there in shock.

The rest of the group laughed walking off, "C'mon guys, the facility is ready for us, might as well make the best of it," Tony chuckled walking off as the rest of you followed, Peter placing a kiss on your head as you did.

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i do love you

pairing — ryuguji “draken” ken x f!reader

summary — you have always been jealous of emma, and now you know it was with good reason

note — spoilers. i wanted to write some angst. likes and reblogs are always appreciated

The apartment was in complete disarray. Broken picture frames that showed a once happy couple now hazardously decorated the floor, and the living room’s coffee table had been violently overturned sometime during the fight. You didn’t know how this argument started, but insults and pointed remarks were carelessly being thrown back and forth with no regard for the feelings they hurt.

You stood there in absolute anger as you stared at Draken with a matching glare. He had never looked at you with such harshness in his eyes before, and for once in your relationship, you felt nothing but contempt for the man standing across from you. This wasn’t the man you fell in love with. You wanted to believe he was only a stranger wearing the mask of your loving boyfriend.

“Why are you acting like this?! I already told you that I’m not cheating on you! I’ve just been busy at the shop!”

“You really expect me to believe you after weeks of cancelling dates and not properly answering my texts or calls?!” you shouted in disbelief, the sound of your own voice grating and unpleasant to listen to after all your previous screaming. “S-stop lying to me! Just tell me the truth! I thought you said you loved me!”

Draken’s response was immediate, and there was no hesitation in his voice. “I do love you, Emma!”

The sound of her name rang out clearly and tauntingly. You froze, staring at Draken in shock as whatever feelings of anger and resentment you had in that moment quickly dissolved, leaving you confronted with a somber realization. Emma, Emma, Emma. Her name kept repeating in your mind like a broken record player. Emma, the name of the wonderful person that you never got to meet. Emma, the name of Mikey’s sister and someone that you had always been subconsciously jealous of. Emma, the name of Draken’s first love.

You remembered when you had been first introduced to Draken’s friends. You recalled Mikey’s cold, judgemental glares and the looks of sympathy that Mitsuya would send your way when he thought that you wouldn’t notice. You had initially been confused by all of this, but you still put on your best smile whenever you greeted your boyfriend’s friends. After all, you wanted them to like you. It was only after you had unintentionally listened in on one of their conversations that you learned the reason for Mikey and Mitsuya’s odd behaviour.

“Who the hell does she think she is? Ken-chin was supposed to be with Emma, not her!”

“I know, but it’s not her fault, so stop acting this way, Mikey. Besides, Emma would’ve wanted Draken to be happy.”

“I know, it’s just-”

“I know, I know. I miss her, too.”

When you had eventually asked your boyfriend about who this Emma person was, you were taken aback by the subtle yet sincere smile on Draken’s face as he went on to explain who Emma was. Emma was Mikey’s younger sister that had tragically died during one of Toman’s conflicts with another gang. As you continued to listen, you were surprised by how Draken spoke about Emma with such wistfulness in his voice and expression. From that day on, he would always reminisce about Emma. And while you tried to convince yourself that it was fine because she was a beloved friend, you still couldn’t stop your heart from hurting every time you saw the genuine adoration and love in your boyfriend’s eyes as he spoke about another woman.

“I remember how Emma, Mikey, and I would always go to this crêpe shop.”

“Oh, I got that for Emma’s birthday once.”

“Women like this kind of jewellery, right? That’s what Emma used to tell me.”

Emma. It was always Emma. The more she was mentioned and talked about, the more you began to resent this person that you had never even met before. It was unfair, but you hated her. Were you not good enough? Were you just a replacement for Emma? Did Draken ever truly love you? These questions and thoughts always floated about in your mind and taunted you, and today you finally got your answer.

Locking your arms around yourself in a comforting manner, you were no longer able to meet Draken’s gaze as he quickly realized what he had just said. When he tried to reach for you, he was only met with the heartbreaking reaction of you immediately taking a step away from him.

“I think we need a break,” you tearfully declared, trying your best to keep from breaking down. “I don’t know if I can continue with this relationship anymore.”

With that last sorrowful remark, you hastily left Draken’s apartment without another word, leaving him to contemplate over his absolutely stupid mistake. Once you were gone, he let out a scream of anger before violently kicking the coffee table once more. Why? Why did he have to be such an idiot?! Why did he even say Emma’s name?! Tired and unable to care for anything anymore, Draken fell to the floor.

“Today wasn’t supposed to be like this,” Draken mumbled, tears falling down his face as he retrieved an engagement ring from his pocket, the very same ring he had been working so hard to save up for. Today was supposed to be the day he finally asked you to marry him.

Did he love you? More than anything, Draken loved you. He loved you so much that it sometimes hurt to even think of his life without you. He loved you, and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but you didn’t know this. And maybe you never would.

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I wanna say that namjoons dad bestfriend drabble was so freaking hot….🥵🥵🥵 maybe part 2? 🙏 when they make out in family house of yn? And her dad is next room 👀 i am so dirty pls forgive me😂

can't believe it took me so long to answer this... okay, so, my requests are not open but i decided to clear up my inbox a bit, starting with this one. as for this part 2... i know it could have been just a short scene with pure smut, but i wanted the drama of the plot, okay? also i'm not doing another psa: this is wrong and pls don't do this, it's just fiction

part 1

Namjoon knew he had to stop this. This... Whatever it was the two of you had. He had found excuses to come see you multiple times throughout the winter, always missing you too much and being unable to stay away for too long. But when you surprised him, secretly coming back to your hometown to be with just him for a week, he wasn't as happy. It was the first reminder of how different your worlds were; he was a grown man minding his career, at an age where he should be seeking marriage and kids. And you? You were skipping school to see your crush.

"I think my daughter has a boyfriend," his best friend casually told him one day soon after that. Namjoon froze, his heart the only thing reacting to those words. But his friend went on nonchalantly, pointing to his ignorance. "I don't mind, of course. I've only told her one thing, and it's not to get pregnant. I don't want her to go through what her mother and I went through, you know? She's at this age... you know? She needs to enjoy her age."

Namjoon... The grown man who should be seeking marriage and kids was fucking this girl. All those times he came inside you, filling you up a little too aggressively– as if deep down he wished he'd knock you up and keep you to himself forever.

He had to end this.

When he told you those same words –you need to enjoy your age, you need to be with a peer– you seemed more mad than hurt. But perhaps you understood. You weren't stupid, you too knew this was wrong. Perhaps you were just waiting for it to happen, waiting for the excitement of doing something against the rules to die out and the realization of the responsibility to hit him. You didn't blame him. But you were still annoyed. Stopped talking altogether, the only news he got from you now came from your father. You did get a boyfriend, or so he was told. And you were doing well with your studies and you were generally living a great student's life.

Summertime and you were here again. Along with your so-called boyfriend. Namjoon was so pissed off when he saw the skinny, mussy, sweaty boy that seemed to either be very slow or high off his ass all the time. And you seemed pleased with yourself.

"You really had to bring him here?"

You chuckled– an evil laugh, he thought. "I thought you'd be happy to see me dating someone my age." When your eyes met his, you made him feel like your positions were switched. So confident while he was almost throwing a tantrum. "What about you?" you asked. "Dating anyone your age?"

On that topic, Namjoon had more than enough women showing interest. And your father, for some reason, was dead set on finding him a wife. All those blind dates he had to escape from! He was simply not interested. He didn't want to admit it was because he was still thinking about you; that no one else would ever be a good replacement for you. He didn't want to because he didn't plan on coming back to you; he had to be the adult, the mature one, and stay away. It was the logical and the right thing to do. He didn't want to admit that, despite all of his intelligence and reason, he still thought about you... Because if he did this would no longer be just some attraction, just some fucking around. If he admitted it was more, what would happen then?

No... this was good. You had already moved on. Enjoying your life the way you were supposed to, a life he had no room to be in. All he had to do now was follow your example.

"Namjoon..."

That text was sent past 2 am on a rainy night in October. The only text he had gotten from you in months. That was all it said yet it made his stomach tight as if you had moaned his name in his ear. As if he knew exactly why you had texted him; needy in the middle of the night, that measly boy surely unable to satisfy you, knowing exactly who could help you at that moment. Fuck... Perhaps if he replied right then things would go back to how they were a year ago. He didn't. And you didn't text him again.

"Joon! You are staying for the holidays, right? You should spend Christmas with us." Your father was more than happy to share that day meant to be with family, with his best friend. Namjoon was like family anyway, wasn't he? When he tried to come up with an excuse, the other insisted. "See? If you were married now you would have someone to spend Christmas with, but you're not, so you'll come to spend it with our family. My daughter's coming home tomorrow, too. Ah. Could you pick her up 'cause–"

"No. I can't. Too busy."

The man laughed. "It's okay. But I am expecting you for dinner on Christmas!" he said with a pointing finger. "I'm not taking no for an answer."

And so there he was. Sitting right across from you at the table. In the months that had passed, you had gained some weight and he thought you had never looked better. Your face a little fuller, your jeans straining against your round thighs and hips, your breasts fitting your curves just right. The body of a grown woman. All Namjoon could think about was feeling you against him again. And he was mad again... Did your stupid boyfriend have the chance to fuck you like that? He didn't deserve you.

"You didn't bring that boy with you this time..." he commented.

"What, Eric?" your mother answered for you. "They broke up."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, eyes never leaving yours. "Really? How come?"

The corner of your lips turned upwards. "He was just... Too much of a kid."

He hated the way he sighed in relief, the way excitement bubbled in his stomach. He shouldn't be as happy to hear that as he was... He glanced at you again, your hair that had grown longer pushed back to expose your neck. It was getting harder and harder for Namjoon to keep his mind from wandering off to inappropriate things. Along with other parts getting hard.

And then your father spoke. "Joon. You know she's graduating next month, right?" His eyebrows shot up high on his forehead because no– no, he didn't know that. "She's looking for an internship and I thought–"

"Dad..."

"–you could help her get in your company? Maybe you could put in a good word for her?"

"Dad!" Your tone and the way your eyes widened towards your father's way betrayed the fact that the topic hadn't been new, and that you were clearly against the idea.

He looked at you until you finally turned back to face him. And surprising both himself and you, he said: "Yes, of course."

"I'm going to sleep," you announced after the dinner was over and you had helped clean up the table. You gave Namjoon a long glance before you disappeared down the hallway. Your parents had moved to the couch, TV on for some music and a game of cards keeping them busy when their friend asked to go to the bathroom. And you heard a soft knock on your door. "I'm assuming you know that's the wrong door you're knocking at," you spoke before you opened. Already in your sleeping outfit that consisted of an oversized t-shirt and just your panties.

"You knew it was me?" Namjoon whispered, eyes still stuck on your thighs.

"My parents don't knock."

You let him in, closing the door behind you and leaning on it as you looked up at him through your lashes. You both stayed silent for a moment, your breaths the only thing filling the empty, badly lit room. You noticed how he wet his plump lips and bit them while he was examining your face. So close you could smell his aroma, the one you never forgot.

“You don’t have to… you know,” you spoke, referring to your father’s idea. “I know you want to avoid me.”

Namjoon exhaled from his nose as if he was annoyed. “I- It’s not that I want to…”

“I know.” You gulped, finding your mouth wetting too much at the wish of kissing him, along with other parts getting wet. “You don’t want to— you have to.” You dared place your hands on his chest, and instead of pulling away, he leaned into your touch. Feeling his heart beat fast under your fingertips like the way he was breathing. He was slowly losing his mind but he knew he wasn’t the only one. “You don’t have to push me away,” you continued in a low tone. “I know what I’m doing. I’m the one coming to you.”

“Little one…” he rasped, and it had you catching a moan in the back of your throat. Oh, how you longed for his pet names, his voice calling to you lovingly. He stepped even closer. He knew he shouldn’t be there, he shouldn’t be doing this right now… But how could he stop? He wanted you so bad. His hands cupped your cheeks, lips just a breath away from yours, brushing against you as he whispered: “Come work with me… I wanna see you every day.”

The fabric of his shirt pooled in your palms as you grabbed him, closing the tiny gap between you. Both of you sighing in a mixture of relief and impatience as your lips crushed together. The softness only lasted a few seconds before you were moaning and Namjoon was pinning you on the door, deepening the kiss by slipping his tongue in like he was trying to devour you. Your arms wrapped around him while his hands traveled down your body, groping you like you were his stress relief toy. Your hips, your ass… He broke the kiss and buried his face in your neck.

“Ah- daddy,” you whined, grinding on him.

Namjoon felt like he was about to cry. “I missed you so much!” he choked out right before latching his teeth on your skin. Your naughty fingers were struggling to unzip his pants quickly and it made him chuckle instead of sob. “Fuck—” he growled. And he pulled back to stare at you with dark eyes. “Such a little slut, so desperate for my cock.” There he was; the Namjoon you knew so well. His words made you shiver.

“Please, daddy. I need you right now.”

He placed a hand on the door right next to your head, while he freed his dick with the other. “Your parents are right outside.”

Ignoring his words, you discarded your panties and took him in your hand, biting your lip. “I can’t wait any longer, need you to fuck me right now, plea-ase!” you whined a little too loud and Namjoon growled, grabbing your legs and lifting you until you straddled his waist, back on the door.

“Gosh, you’ll get daddy in big trouble, baby.” Tip of his cock brushing your wet folds, making your mouth drop. “They might come looking for me.”

“Quick,” you sobbed. “Be quick, please, just— ah!”

He slipped inside and you both gasped. Your legs were shaking at the feeling, eyes rolling back and a moan as quiet as you could manage rumbled through your neck. He got as deep as he could, face scrunching as if he was in pain. You kissed him.

“I’ve missed you, daddy. I’ve missed this so much.”

His head was spinning as he was trying to find the right words, the words that could describe exactly how he felt about you. “I- I-”

Laughter echoed through the house— your mother. You both froze. Namjoon glanced at the doorknob, and then he grabbed it; your parents could walk in at any moment. He didn’t stop though, nothing could stop him now. He angled his hips and started thrusting into you; fast and sloppy because the clock was ticking.

“Daddy…” you mewled, unable to do or say anything else.

Namjoon clasped a hand over your mouth. “Shh,” he demanded. “You better not start screaming like the little whore you are, or they’ll hear us.”

His words had the opposite effect of what he wanted; making you moan harder. And the fact that he had his big hand over your mouth made you not care to keep quiet. Your choked whines along with the wet sounds of his dick slipping in and out of you could definitely be heard from the other side of the door, perhaps even from that couch your father was on had it not been for the music.

“Shit, you—” he growled. He finally dropped his hand from your mouth, wanting to grab your ass to lift you higher, fuck you better.

Your head fell on his shoulder before you decided to bite down on it to stop yourself from screaming as Namjoon’s thick dick drilled into you with no mercy. “So-o good…”

“Yeah?” He sounded out of breath already, yet cocky. “Did you forget what it’s like to have a real man fuck your pussy, baby? That little boy didn’t do shit, did he? He can’t fuck you as good as daddy, right?”

Your nails dug in his back and you felt your brain so rotten like he was about to fuck you to sleep. “I… don’t know…” you mumbled.

Namjoon stopped. He pulled his head slightly back but he couldn’t see your face. “What?” Your body squirmed, trying to chase that high he had just denied you. “What do you mean—”

“I don’t know what he was like,” you whined. “I only thought of you.”

Another laughter, loud voices coming from that couch. It didn’t scare him that much this time, his heart was already racing and he only gave that direction a glance before he was pulling your head back to look into your eyes. Only then did he notice the tear stains on your cheeks, and you sobbed, choked as he thrust into you again.

“I only thought of you, daddy…” you repeated with a whimper. And it had his eyes rolling to the back of his head, pumping into you a couple more times, hard, before he spilled his seed deep inside.

A whisper. “Fuck…” Panting and groaning as he was trying to come to, and you watching his glistening face as he grimaced and bit his lip. He let you down, resting his forehead on the door while he still struggled to collect himself, and you basked in the pride it gave you. You tucked him back in his underwear and zipped him up with a smirk on your lips, seeing how he finally started to be able to focus his eyes on you.

You opened the door slightly and peeked out; your parents were still playing cards on the couch, they didn’t notice you just like they probably hadn’t noticed how long Namjoon was gone for.

“You should go back,” you whispered as you came back into the room. Namjoon kissed you quickly like he was trying to catch you off guard. And then he grabbed your chin, staring down at you, breaths still coming out too hard.

“Don’t fall asleep, baby. I’ll come back to finish what I started when your father goes to bed.”

You smiled, pushing him slightly back yet he wasn’t budging. “Go…” you prompted as you started feeling his cum sipping out of your cunt and slowly running down your thighs.

Namjoon smiled too. “Really. I’ll eat you out till you pass out, baby, I promise.”

In the dark of the room and the rush of the moment, you decided you had no reason not to let your thoughts slip out. “I wish you could just come to sleep in my arms.”

He got a little serious. And he kissed you again, slower than before. “I’ll see what I can do.”

He left through that door, meeting your parents that were happy to see him yet didn’t even bother to point out his long absence. Sitting next to his best friend while his breathing was still shaky from fucking his daughter.

Shit… That girl will get him in so much trouble…

Masterlist

[asgardiansofthegalaxyvol3]

Young Camilo sneaking around the house at night sneaking snacks when he knows he’s in trouble and wouldn’t be allowed to have anything other wise and he runs into the large, shadowy figure of Bruno. His Tio Bruno that’s been missing for a while. Who looks impossibly tall and scary in the dark when Camilo is already afraid of getting in trouble for what he’s doing. Rats scurry up Bruno’s body, across the floor. Camilo can’t breath, he’s just too shocked. Then a whispery “Camilo” and he simply passes out.

Bruno, of course, carries him to his bed, tucks him in, and panics the entire time. Did he bump his head? Will he tell everyone Bruno was there? Would anyone believe him anyways? He places a tiny kiss to the boys forehead and sneaks off.

In the morning Camilo isn’t sure if it was a dream or not. All he knows is the few vague memories he has of Bruno are replaced with something more sinister. More interesting. Some nights he stays up late, willing himself to sneak out again just to see if he runs into Bruno again, but he can’t bring himself to actually do it. Was it a dream? Was it a ghost? Or was his Tio actually there? Is he still there? It’s all a lot.

But then Bruno is back and about as scary as a puppy. It’s comical, really. And one day he tells Bruno the story, laughing it off as a crazy dream. But Bruno tells him it happened, and laughs about how worried he was over the whole thing. And Camilo is like yeah I thought you’d be… taller. But Bruno is just like “yeah? Makes sense I guess. You’ve always been so short for your age.”

And they just become really close. It isn’t until Camilo builds up a routine of hanging out with Bruno, confiding in him, and practically becoming best friends that he realizes his mistake. Somewhere along the way he fucked up and fell in love with his own Tio. It’s wrong, he knows. But Bruno is so sweet and funny and kind and cute and Camilo just can’t help it. But he does hide it well. Or, as well as he can, all things considered.

But then one day it becomes too much and he asks “why aren’t you married?” And it’s a little harsh, he’s sure there’s a way he could have brought it up a little nicer. But bruno just gives him a sad smile and says “you know, I’ve never told anyone this before, but” and then goes on with a long story about how he’s seen into the future, gone searching to see if there was someone out there for him. And what he saw didn’t make sense. A man, a woman. He saw a little of the vision, then panicked and stopped the process because he wanted to be surprised. Sure, he couldn’t see the whole future, but he didn’t want to feel like he was reading from a script when he finally met them. Still, he’s never seen either of them, so he isn’t sure what to make of it. But he’s waiting patiently for them to come around. “And even if they don’t…I’m happy with my life as it is right now.”

But it’s the first time Camilo has ever heard Bruno say anything about another man. It has him feeling like maybe there’s a chance after all, but he knows that’s stupid. Bruno is his uncle. It can’t happen. So he just pushes it out of his mind again.

Then one day they’re walking through town and Bruno grabs Camilo’s arm with a death grip and points to the couple across the plaza. “It’s them.” And Camilo knows immediately what he’s talking about. He should be happy that Bruno is finally meeting the people who will apparently love him the way he deserves. But he’s jealous. It sits like an angry welt in the pit of his stomach.

“Go talk to them. Introduce yourself.” Camilo urges. He hates the way he’s feeling about all of it, but knows it’s for the best. He does want Bruno happy after all. But Bruno is hesitant. He’s so shy it’s cute. So Camilo decides to help him out. A little confidence boost never hurt anyone, right?

“Come on. Practice with me.” He shifts into the woman easily. She’s curvy in all the right ways and has a nose as cute as a button. She’s gorgeous and Bruno is a lucky man for it.

“Come on, Bruno. A man as sweet and cute as you shouldn’t be alone forever.” Camilo flashes a brilliant white smile before twirling to the right and shifting to look like the man. He has a strong, defined jaw and muscles for days. “Yeah Bruno. Give us a kiss.”

It’s ridiculous, he knows. Hell, he should be embarrassed by essentially masquerading around and asking for a kiss that he knows he’ll never get. But then he looks at Bruno and it’s like he’s seen a ghost. His face is pale, shocked. The basket he was holding falls from his hands and everything spills out of it.

“What did you say?” Bruno asks in a shaky voice.

“I said give us a kiss, Bruno.” Camilo tells him, still in the strange man’s body. He should change back, apologize. Something is obviously wrong, but he isn’t sure what.

“I…I need to go.” Bruno says and practically runs away.

Camilo is confused and upset. He was only trying to help his Tio out in finding the courage to talk to the people from his visions. The lovers he was meant to end up with.

But when Camilo goes to apologize, Bruno is gone. He can’t find him anywhere. At first he thinks the man ran away again and is hurt deeply. Then he realizes that everyone else has been seeing Bruno but him, and that he’s being actively ignored. And that hurts more than anything. He’s embarrassed and then angry and finally he tracks Bruno down and corners him. Bruno tries making excuses and leaving, but Camilo starts yelling, saying that he doesn’t appreciate being ignored, that it hurt, that he was only trying to help. That if he doesn’t hurry and meet those visitors they’ll leave soon and he’ll never be with them.

And Bruno is quiet and fidgety and finally he’s like “it’s not them….. it’s you.”

And all the air gets sucked out of Camilo, and he’s just like “what” because obviously he heard that wrong. There’s some sort of miscommunication.

But then Bruno tells him how that interaction is what he saw them say. That he knew in that moment that something was very wrong. So he went back, finished the vision in full. That it’s all Camilo. Sometimes as himself, sometimes changing into other people. And that he was so disgusted in himself for preying on his nephew that he tried to pull away, to keep it from happening. He almost ran away again but couldn’t bare to go back to that life, not now. Then he says if Camilo wants him gone because of it, he’ll go and never come back, it’s the least he could do.

But Camilo cuts him off with a kiss.

And yeah…. Something like that. Idk. Lemme know if y’all want the fic. I’ve been thinking about this since I stumbled across the ship.

[ssadumba55]

Love Finds A Way (Ian Malcolm X Reader)

Request: Hello!! I love your Ian malcolm x reader so far and I was just wondering if you could do another one (either set in the first or second movie) where ian and the reader get separated and it freaks Ian out until they find each other again and ian decides to confess his feelings maybe? Thanks!

A/N: Let's go! I've never written anything set in the first movie but that movie moves a lot faster so forgive me cutting through to get to the good bits. I spared you every dinosaur chase scene, you're welcome. Enjoy!

This trip was a mistake, you realized that now covered in mud and sitting in a tree.

Come along, Ian had suggested, it’ll be fun. It wasn’t fun now, you’d be sure to remind him of that… if you ever saw him again. Even though you had wanted to stay behind with Ian, Alan had convinced you to join him and the kids.

Now, the other three were getting some shuteye. How they could sleep with all of this around them, you would never know. You watched the Brachiosaurs eat from the safety of your vantage point. All the joy and wonder you had felt earlier on the tour was now gone, replaced with a feeling of dread deep in the pit of your stomach.

There was no way you were getting out of this alive, even with the help of the amazing Dr. Alan Grant. You had never been a fearless fighter or particularly intelligent.

“You’re still awake?” Dr. Grant asked softly. You had thought he was asleep but it appeared he’d just been resting eyes. He didn’t even look like the man you’d met earlier that day, each of his arms wrapped around one of the children he had despised.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m worried about Dr. Malcolm, that’s all.”

It was a fair worry, he was your friend and mentor. The two of you had spent a lot of time together both in the workplace and out. You liked to think there was an inseparable bond between the two of you, something that rarely anyone else had. No matter how many wives or girlfriends he went through, what was between you both would never change.

“He’s fine. As long as he stays still, even if the T. Rex circles back, he’ll live.”

Realistically, you knew he was right but still. Nobody but the four of you knew where he was and you had no idea how to get to the others. Worst vacation ever, Ian owed you one if the two of you got off this stinking island alive.

Meanwhile, Dr. Ian Malcolm was in a panic himself. His leg was in pain, but it was dull compared to his worry for you. Now that he wasn’t being chased by a giant meat eating dinosaur, he could think properly and he had noticed your absence.

There were two options; you were laying out there dead somewhere (which he hated to think about, that couldn’t be the one) or you were wherever Dr. Grant and Hammond’s grandchildren were.

“We should be out there looking for them,” he tried to shift but his leg was in worse shape than he thought. Ellie hurried forward, scolding him for moving and putting himself in pain. She was obviously worried for Alan as well, they had issues, the two of them.

Was being in love with a workplace friend a common occurrence because it seemed like they were in the exact same department and- Oh god, if you and Alan died they would never get to tell them. More importantly he would never get to tell you.

At some point, Gennaro and Ellie leave to go look for Arnold, leaving him and Hammond to guide them to where they needed to go. He tried to keep his head in the game as much as possible, his survival and the others depended on it but he was too worried about you.

This had to be some sick twisted joke the universe had decided to play on him, he didn’t tell the one he loved he loved them when he had the chance, he fooled around with so many people... and this was his sick and twisted comeuppance.

He supposed if that was what was going on he deserved it, but damn it if he didn’t wish his leg was better so he could be out there looking for you.

How many adults did it take to hold a door shut against one Velociraptor? Apparently, three. You, Alan and Ellie leaned against the door, trying your best to keep it shut while Lex and Tim figured out the computer system.

“This is where we die,” you muttered under your breath as Ellie tried desperately to reach for the shotgun that was just out of her grasp.

“You did it!” Tim shouted and just like that the locks were on the doors.

The relief was short lived, but such is life when you’re on a dinosaur infested island. The five of you escaped through the vents, making your way back to the main entrance of the visitors building. It was a race against time (and Velociraptors), but in the end, you all made it safely back to the ground and the T. Rex took care of the raptors.

“Come on,” Alan ushered the kids, you and Ellie out the front door. You felt like you were going to pass out just from the adrenaline. Hammond and Ian were waiting outside in the jeep but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything to either of them as you climbed in. Alan said something but you leaned back in the jeep seat, releasing a breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding.

You weren’t home safe yet but it sure felt like it.

After that, everything was a blur. The helicopter ride home was silent, everyone contemplating everything they had just witnessed on the island. For once, even the great Ian Malcolm had nothing to say.

You leaned against him and he let you, clearly just as happy as you were to be in the same vicinity once again.

Upon landing in Costa Rica, the group went their separate ways. Hammond went off with his grandchildren, Ellie needed medical care and Alan went with her, Ian needed his own care so you went with him. You wondered if you’d ever get to see those people again. It was a strange thing to bond over, but you felt like you were all that much closer now that you’d been through this together.

Ian was out for a while so you pulled up a chair and slept beside the hospital bed.

“(Y/n)?” You awoke to someone saying your name, visions of giant lizard monsters danced in your vision for a few moments longer as you blinked awake.

You would surely be having nightmares of that for a long time.

Ian was awake, he had shifted himself into a sitting position, his hand on yours. You met his eyes, there was a lot that needed to be said. You wanted to tell him everything that had happened, with Alan and the kids and the raptors and-

You hugged him instead, it was strange, even though the two of you were fairly close, neither of you had ever been huge fans of physical contact.

He hugged you back though.

“That was the worst vacation ever…” You whispered, pulling away slightly to look into his eyes.

He chuckled. “Next time you can pick, no more dinosaur islands. I promise.”

You suddenly became aware of the very little space between the two of you. This was the closest the two of you had ever been in a non joking manner. It felt like being separated from each other on a dinosaur infested island had changed something in your dynamic, though you weren’t sure what it was. The smile on his face faded slightly and he reached up, closing the distance between the two of you, hand gently pressed to your cheek.

That’s what it was. The dynamic between you two had DEFINITELY changed.

“I’ve, uh, always wanted to do that.” He sounded slightly guilty, pulling away.

There were butterflies in your stomach and somehow the world seemed to be spinning. You laughed nervously, something about experiencing this so soon after a near death experience was hilarious to you.

"Funnily enough, me too," you admit, pressing your forehead to his. It's really too soon to know what this really means or if this is all just a crazy reaction to being separated and not able to see each other but you don't even care.

You could put a label on it later, he would agree. For now the two of you had each other and you were never letting go. And if Ian asked you to sleep with him later that night and if the two of you awoke each other from nightmares screaming only to comfort each other, nobody else needed to know.

You'd always had a special bond. This just made it stronger.

[michelle-is-writing]

Future, Warren Worthington

Mutant!reader

Word count: 2.1k~

Warren's POV:

For as long as I've known (Y/n), she's always been the sweetest person. I never saw her being rude or mean to another person. Instead, she treated everyone with a smile and an understanding attitude.

When she first met me, I was surprised to discover she didn't judge me for my (at the time) metal wings or the tattoos on my face. I do have to admit, I was a bit of an arse back then, but I'd like to think that (Y/n) has helped me become a better person with only the occasional gripes that leave my mouth from time to time.

When we started our relationship, my feathery wings replaced my metal ones, and I was a bit insecure about them. The size of my wings was bad enough, and I didn't want to embarrass (Y/n) by letting her be seen with a bird boy, but she was different.

She didn't care about what others thought, and surprisingly, she liked my wings. On some nights when we would lay down with each other, I'd feel (Y/n) begin to graze her fingers against the feathers on my wings, thinking I was asleep. In all honesty, I would never tell her that I enjoyed her doing this, but I think she gets the message when I shuffle closer to her as she does so.

Another thing I was surprised by was the fact that (Y/n) didn't mind my tattoos either. I hated (and still hate) them, but (Y/n) doesn't seem to be bothered by them.

In fact, when I complain to her about them or voice my worries about people staring at her for being with a guy like me, she just smiles and places her lips against mine as her arms pull me close to her. "I don't care about other people's opinions of me being with the greatest guy on the planet, Warren," She'll say, her fingers smoothing over the back of my shirt as she smirks. "They're people we'll never see again, and I love you too much to let their hateful views change mine."

Going back to her caring nature, I often find myself carrying her sleeping body back to our room late at night because of several different reasons. Usually, she stays up late with other mutants who need someone to listen to, and she'll happily do so. Sometimes, it's because she stays up late helping out around the mansion with cleaning and what not. Although, as of lately, I've seen her help out with the children mutants more than she has with the older ones. Every time I see her in the mansion's main room, she has a younger kid beside her whom she's either reading to or comforting. It warms my heart every time I see her helping with those sorts of things.

Standing beside the activity rooms archway, I watch as (Y/n) reads to a child student that recently started school here at Xavier's. Sitting in her lap, the small boy shows pure excitement as she creates small images that follow along with the story she's reading. The boy hasn't been able to adapt to the school due to missing his parents, but (Y/n) has been helping him out a lot. She does things for the small child that are so sweet and caring. It's like (Y/n) treats him as if she were his mother and a great one at that.

"And then the skies were clear of any clouds as the dreams of many children flowed throw them and became the stars," (Y/n) read the story aloud, her voice soft and gentle as her fingers slowly moved to make the illusion follow along with her words. The little boy in her lap gasps at the sight, making both (Y/n) and I smile at his enthusiasm. "One sleeping little girl dreamt of being a princess in a pink castle while another little boy dreamt of defeating the dragon that guarded that castle," As (Y/n) continues, the illusion gives off each different scenarios that she describes.

Looking closer at the images she's creating, I see the princess look similar to (Y/n) with (h/l) (h/c) hair and (s/c) skin. Not to mention the princess dress also happens to be her favorite color, (f/c). Looking over at the prince I see him with my curly blonde hair and pale skin with faint, but still noticeable facial tattoos lining his cheeks. Of course, (Y/n) didn't forget the wings and made them the same white feathered ones she has made me learn to love and accept.

(Y/n) continues reading the short story to the boy in her lap while creating the corresponding images to each page before ending it with the knight and princess joining together in one final sweet moment as the book comes to its last page.

"The end!" She states as the boy raises his arm in cheer. Once she closes it, he smiles and looks up at (Y/n) before climbing off her lap and beginning to zoom off to his room with the book in hand. "Not too fast!" (Y/n) yells toward the boy, his speed immediately slowing with a giggle.

Moving off the doorway and walking past the youngling, I ruffle the smiling boy's hair and watch as (Y/n) lights up with a smile once she sees me. Nothing could ever compare to the sight of her being happy, and I can't believe how lucky I am to be able to cause that emotion. I never thought I'd end up with someone like her, but in all honesty, I never thought I'd end up with anyone. Instead, she came into my life and proved me wrong. Now, I can never see myself without her.

"Hi, honey," She greets, patting the area on the floor beside her. I smile back at her and do as she says, quickly wrapping my arm around her and pulling her close as soon as I do. Absentmindedly, my wing does the same and lays itself against her side as she runs her fingers across the feathers, softly grazing them as she does so.

"Hi, babe," I greet her back, laying a kiss against her forehead. She practically beams as I do so, making me feel a bit of pride flow through. I'd do anything to see her cheeks turn red; it somehow makes me feel like I've accomplished something for her.

"D'you have fun reading to the new tot?" I ask her, lightly swaying her in my arms. Turning her head toward me, her (e/c) eyes look up at me through her long lashes as the sweet smile she wears on her lips turns into an even happier one. "I saw the images you were creating," I admit, moving down to her neck. "They were a bit biased, weren't they?" I ask her, watching as she loudly giggles in response to my lips touching the skin on her neck.

Moving her arms up to the sides of my head, she pulls my head away from her neck before promptly pressing her lips against mine. For a few seconds, we lay in each other's hold, my arms holding her close to me as much as I can while our lips mold against each other until she pulls away and lays her head against my clothed chest, a satisfied sigh leaving her now slightly swollen lips.

"Angel," Her nickname for me leaves her lips, one of her hands moving back to my wing to run her fingers through the feathers. The combination of her delicate movements and sweet voice practically makes me swoon, meaning she has full control. She's the only person in my life that has ever been able to do this to me, and I'm so in love with her that I'm not even bothered by it.

"Have you..." She begins her sentence, her beautiful eyes looking anywhere but me. "Have you ever thought about having kids?" She asks, her voice quiet and a bit nervous. Looking down at her, I smile.

"With you? Of course," I tell her, her eyes immediately shooting up to mine. "You're the only person I see myself having a family with - ever," I explain, her smile growing by the second. "I don't know how it would work out with our mutations and everything, but I figure... we'd love our children no matter what."

Blushing, (Y/n) moves her hand down to my face where she pulls me in close once again before kissing me. "I know we would, too," She tells me sitting up more to stand on her knees and face me. "Can you imagine having kids with your wings?" She suggests, giggling a bit. "I'd be the odd one out."

Laughing with her, I shake my head and move my hands up to her back in the same area where my wings are on my back. "I think they'd have a better chance getting your mutation," I explain, watching her smile as she intently listens to me. "They'd probably have your hair too, and beauty as well," I tell her, my hand subconsciously reaching up to comb through the (h/c) locks. "Not to mention your beautiful personality."

Still blushing, (Y/n) quietly nods before sitting back on her legs and raising her hands above the ground. "I imagine it more like this," She notes, her fingers smoothly moving against each other as an image appears below them.

I quickly catch on to me and (Y/n) standing beside each other, a little bit older by the looks of the clothing, while small kids appear around us. It starts off with a child looking around eight standing in front of us, a small pair of wings behind her as a bright smile lights up her face with blonde curls just like mine caving around her cheekbones. Soon enough, a boy, maybe around four, sits on the ground in front of us while making an illusion with his hands. Just like the girl, he has light blond curls too along with green eyes.

Right after the little boy appears, two tiny toddlers follow, twins apparently, resting in each of our arms. In my arms, I hold another boy that, once again, has my features while the little girl that (Y/n) holds is like a spitting image of the beauty herself. We all seem so happy, and by the looks of it, only two of our kids have our mutations. If this were a reality, I would be thankful and overjoyed with my family, but I still wish that my mutation gene wouldn't carry over to any of our children. I know what it was like to be bullied for my wings, but worst of all, I know how painful it was for them to grow in as well.

"I... I think I can see it, too," I explain to (Y/n) with a smile. Once again, she gets giddy before making the illusion disappear. As soon as she does, I wrap my arms back around her and push her back onto the floor, my arm protecting her head from the hard surface. "When can we start?"

"Warren!" She screams with laughter as I begin attacking her neck with my lips. Lightly pushing me up to face her, I see her grin before she resumes speaking. "There's no need to rush, my love," she tells me, making me sigh. In all honesty, I would drop everything just to have that family with her.

"Besides, we still have school to complete!" She reminds me. "We'll graduate next year, you'll get to train mutants, and I'll get to teach the small ones that come in," she repeats the plan we've been discussing for over a year now, each of her words flowing together in perfection. "We'll be married to each other, and then we can have a family," she tells me, not even resisting the smile that arises to her lips. "Sound good?"

"Sounds delightful," I answer her before diving into her lips. "You're gonna be a great mom one day," I tell her, feeling her smile against my lips.

"And you're going to be a great dad by my side~"

Only, at the time, if we would've realized (Y/n)'s mutation wasn't limited to just making up an image, we probably would've have been even more excited knowing that the image (Y/n) portrayed was going to be our exact future one day.