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spnjediavenger · 3 months ago

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I Need My Brother (Chapter 1)

Title: I Need My Brother (Chapter 1)

Type: multi-chapter; matt murdock x sister!reader, some foggy and karen x teen!reader (platonic!)

Warnings: Matt unintentionally being a jerk brother, sibling argument, some angst, hurt no comfort (yet)

Spoilers: S1 SPOILERS

Notes: hey look, another fic that was meant to be a one-shot that turned into 4+ chapters. Oops

As always, love and/or constructive/friendly criticism is welcome and encouraged!

Word count: 1506

Y/n Murdock had a decent life. She would admit that. She was in a good school, she had good friends, and she had family through Nelson & Murdock. Her brother, Matt, always did his best to look after her. She never knew her father but she had Matt next to her as they both grew up at the orphanage. And as soon as he was legally able, Matt took custody of her, knowing she wouldn’t be happy without him. Granted, going through college with an 8 year old wasn’t entirely smart. Or easy. But he did it.

So Y/n was thankful for these things.

That began to slowly change, however, when the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen was born. Y/n and Matt knew each other better than they knew themselves so it didn’t take Y/n long to figure out his ‘secret.’ Needless to say she wasn’t happy about it. But she learned to live with it. There were still times, though, where it got hard. Y/n felt like her brother was spending more and more time away from her and she was beginning to miss how things used to be.

After doing some tracking down, Y/n found Claire and the two formed a bond over the stresses of knowing her brother and his secret life. She lately found herself at the hospital during Claire’s breaks or her apartment after shifts unwinding with her and venting about Matthew’s absence. Like today.

“I mean, I get that what he does is important, and I’m proud of him - I really am. But…”

“But you miss him,” Claire finished, tone understanding. She pursed her lips as the girl nodded sadly, looking down at her mug of hot chocolate. “It’s ok to think that way, Y/n. Your feelings are valid. Why don’t you talk to him about it?”

Y/n shook her head. “He has enough going on. He has his p-“ she stopped herself. While Claire knew about the vigilante side of her brother, she didn't know his true identity. And as Matt told her several times - the less she knew about him the better. “He has his day job that’s gotten busier, he has his vigilante thing that’s also gotten busier. I don’t want to waste his time.”

Claire frowned and furrowed her brow. “But he’s your brother. And your legal guardian. If he makes time for anything, Y/n, it should be you.”

Y/n sighed. “I know,” she said meekly. “And I do have this mindset that I should be his priority…”

“But?”

“But I still can’t get myself to bother him.”

Sensing it was a lost cause, Claire just pursed her lips and rubbed Y/n’s shoulder. All she could do was encourage her to talk to Matt (or, ‘Mike’ in Claire’s case) and be there for her if and when she needed to talk.

A couple weeks later, Y/n was at her breaking point. She had barely seen her brother for days it seemed. She couldn’t get herself to approach him and be upfront about the issue; but she had an idea to get his attention. Leave it to a teenager to make things more difficult than they needed to be.

Y/n smirked to herself as she walked up to Nelson & Murdock, tossing a bouncy ball off the ground. She had been trying to get Matt’s attention the whole week with no luck. But she was sure this would get him.

“Uh oh, I know that look,” Foggy’s voice came as Y/n walked through the doorway. “You better not be spiking my food again, gremlin.”

“Ok, first of all, don’t say ‘spiking!’ I didn’t drug you!” Y/n defended herself.

“You may as well have,” Foggy muttered.

Y/n rolled her eyes. “It was just hot sauce, you wimp. And, no - I’m not here to mess with you.”

“But you’re here to mess with someone else,” he accused, pointing a finger at her.

“Shut up!” She whisper-yelled.

“Matt’s not here, relax…is that who you’re messing with?!”

“Foggy!”

“Ok ok whatever. I’m leaving soon anyway.”

“Don’t give me away. Matt knows things, ok?”

Foggy rolled his eyes and messed up her hair as he walked past her, making her swat his hand away.

Y/n kept bouncing her rubber ball as she entered her brother’s office. She brought her backpack over her shoulder to pull out a whoopie cushion. She moved the seat cover on Matt’s chair and placed the partly filled cushion underneath before replacing the cloth. She walked back out to the ‘lobby’ of the firm and sat on Karen’s desk, smirk on her face. The unpaid secretary looked at her with a knowing look.

“I have a feeling we’ll know when it happens?”

Y/n nodded proudly.

About 30 minutes later, Y/n could hear Matt’s walking stick tapping in the hallway. She stayed on Karen’s desk, still bouncing the rubber ball off the ground as her brother came in.

“Welcome back,” Karen greeted nonchalantly.

“Thank you,” he nodded plainly. “Y/n,” he addressed his sister. “How come you’re not at the apartment?”

“It’s my usual day to see Foggy and Karen,” she commented, a little deflated. That part she kept true - she did visit the firm every friday. Was Matt really that out of the loop that he forgot her routine?

“Ok. Well, I have a couple things to finish up at my desk then we’ll walk back together, ok?”

“Alright,” she shrugged dejectedly.

Rubber. Constant bouncing off the ground. Normal heart rate. Matt quirked a brow but made his way to his office.

As part of her plan, it distracted him enough to ignore his seat; the smell of the rubber also made it so the rubber from the whoopie cushion was also overlooked by the vigilante.

Y/n’s face split into a grin as she saw her brother’s shadow bend down towards the chair. Her hand flew to her mouth so she didn’t laugh prematurely as her brother sat and a loud fart sound rang through the office. Foggy and Karen both let out sudden laughs and Y/n let her own laugh loose, a rare snort coming out as well.

Matt sat in shock for a moment before staring towards his door, jaw dropped. Ears burning, he called out, “Y/n…” warning in his tone.

Foggy and Karen looked at said girl, amused looks on their faces. She mirrored their looks and hopped off Karen’s desk and popped her head into Matt’s doorway.

“Yes, dear brother?” she said innocently.

“Shut the door,” he said, a little too seriously for Y/n’s liking.

She gave a nervous glance at the other two, who shared her expression, before steeling her face and stepped into Matt’s office, closing the door behind her.

“Feeling gassy today, Matty?” she joked.

“Y/n, it’s not funny,” he said, looking her way.

“Oh, come on, Matt-“

“Y/n, just stop. You’ve been pulling these immature pranks all week and it has to stop. And to bring it to the office? What if a client had walked in?”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Yeah, ‘cause you get a lot of those, do you?”

“That’s not the point! You know how hard Fog and I have been working to try and get this place off the ground! I can’t have a teenager running amok and pulling this stuff because the last thing I need is for someone to walk in and for their first impression to be that we don’t take things seriously! Is it too much to ask for you to act your age for once?!”

Y/n’s jaw dropped about halfway through Matt’s rant, tears collecting on her waterlines. Matt never snapped at her before. She was just trying to get him to lighten up. Not turn him against her.

She set her jaw and hardened her gaze. She went from shock, to sadness, to anger. “You know what, Matt? No. It’s not too much to ask. Because I forgot that this whole world revolves around you, how foolish of me to forget! God forbid you have to think about anyone but yourself for once! It’s not like you have an underage sister who still depends on you metaphorically and legally or anything.”

Salt in the air. Almost non-existent sniffles. Watery voice. She was crying.

“...Y/n-”

“Forget it, Matt,” she said, voice cracking. “I’ll see you later. Don’t let your big ego get caught in the doorway when you leave.” At that, Y/n spun on her heel and stormed out, tears streaking down her face.

“Y/n. Y/n!” Matt tried calling in vain. “It’s dark! You don’t walk back alone!”

“I got her,” Foggy said. He turned to leave but twisted to look at Matt one more time. “And you know something? Everyone’s entitled to act stupid every once and awhile, but I think you just abused that privilege.”

As Foggy ran out to catch up to Y/n, Matt hung his head in shame.

(Chapter 2) ->

#fanfic #fanfiction #daredevil #matthew murdock #foggy nelson #karon page #daredevil x reader #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x sister!reader #daredevil x sister!reader

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jinwoosungs · 9 months ago

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08/10/24; 04:00pm

sung jinwoo x reader / sung jinwoo x cha hae-in

{ oneshot - angst to fluff }

- the academy arc -

{ we can’t be friends | but i’d like to just pretend | you cling to you papers and pens | wait until you like me again | wait for your love | love, i’ll wait for your love… }

perhaps you were destined to suffer with this unrequited love, you think to yourself while sneaking glances at jinwoo, watching as he turned the pages of his textbook while jotting down notes within the confines of his notebook.

currently, you were both studying for your upcoming college entrance exams. jinwoo had invited you over to his place, and you were settled within the quiet sanctuary of his room. surrounding you were pieces of jinwoo that made your heart turn even softer for him, and you swore you would never get used to how his scent seemed to permeate at the air. taking a break from your own studying, you decide to admire the various trophies he had won during his time spent on the track team.

of course, such winnings came as no surprise for you, since he had always been shockingly athletic. that fact has never changed-

however, his reasoning for joining track in the first place was what made your heart clench painfully within your chest. you recalled that day like it was just yesterday...

it was the first day of high school, and you recognized jinwoo from your elementary school years. gathering your courage, you decided to sidle up to his desk, earning a smile from him when you disclosed your identity to him. as you struck a conversation with him (reminiscing on old times), some rambunctious guys began heckling jinwoo while they surrounded both you and him. they made you incredibly nervous, and as one of them reached out to you, jinwoo immediately stopped them from grabbing you, standing from his seat as he spoke in a stern tone.

"leave her alone. if you want to get to me, then talk to me directly."

your eyes go wide when the boys seem to freeze up before moving stiffly away from you, their steps shaky and uneven, like they were puppets being controlled on a string. seconds later, they were all tumbling into the hallways, making your eyes go wide. a soft chuckle was heard coming from jinwoo, and once you looked back, you saw the secretive smile on jinwoo's face.

you may have had a crush on him at that very moment.

after that day, you cling to jinwoo like a lost puppy, having stars in your eyes at the mere sight of him. you comment on how much taller- on how much braver he had gotten since you had last seen him. while you gushed on him, he simply gives you a kind smile in response.

"thanks... i guess you could say i've worked out a little bit since i've grown."

"a little bit? jinwoo, you practically tower over everyone here! you must have plans to join an athletic club or something, right?"

jinwoo ends up considering your words with a hum before smiling back down at you. "i suppose i'd like to give track a try... after all... there's someone i'd like to meet."

his admission makes you stop dead in your tracks, your heart clenching just the tiniest bit when you see the warmth within his stormy gaze. he was clearly thinking about someone achingly special to him... and that made your throat close up as you struggled to get the words out.

"oh really? who is she?" you were surprised at how even your voice came out, unsure of why you were feeling this way over meeting an old friend again. jinwoo meets your gaze from your periphery and gives you a kind smile. "she's someone that's special to me... and i've waited a long time to meet her again."

that final confession was what ultimately stops you in your tracks, your heart aching at the fact that you would never get such a chance to be with jinwoo, especially when his heart had already been captured by another.

he notices the way you stop walking next to him and stops as well, eyes appearing wide when he asks if you were okay. you manage to let out a forced laugh, not wishing to admit the truth to him when you told him how you forgot you had a meeting with an advisor (a lie you had made up on the spot).

jinwoo ends up believing your lie and nods, walking closer to you so that he was now settled directly in front of you. amusement was seen in his gaze, and you could feel your breath become taken away by the sheer beauty and kindness of his smile. his large hand reaches out to you, and he ruffles it before stepping back, "okay, i'll see you tomorrow then. i'm going to head to the track field and talk to the coach about joining."

you nod and lift up your hand in a wave, watching jinwoo as he walked away from you with a heaviness felt in your chest.

since then, you tried to avoid him, or at least, tried to put some distance between you and him, yet jinwoo could never seem to take the hint. ever since that first day, he had already deemed you his best friend, further trapping your heart with the tendrils of love and affection you felt growing for him.

you spent the next three years remaining by his side, studying with him while supporting his efforts with each tournament he attended. yet instead of growing out of your crush for him, it grew to genuine feelings of love for him.

and this fact did little to hide the pain and envy you felt each time he answered her calls or eagerly replied to her texts, sometimes even going as far as meeting her during weekends to take her out on cute little dates-

looking back at him now, you felt your heart ache with the sheer amount of concentration was seen on his face. he was working so hard to be with her, to build a future with her-

a future that you were certain you could never be a part of.

in the midst of your reveries, jinwoo meets your gaze and gives you a smirk, "what are you looking at? is there something on my face?"

you shake your head and look back down at your textbook. since jinwoo admitted his feelings for this young woman named cha hae-in to you, you threw yourself into your studies and managed to make incredible grades. due to your own heartache, you decided to study abroad to get away from south korea, wishing to attend university in the united states, within the city of new york, to be exact.

you didn't think they would accept you, yet by some miracle, you were chosen to spend 4 years at a university there, hence why you were currently studying up on english grammar. however, there was a catch-

you had yet to tell jinwoo about your plans for college.

letting out a deep breath, you give your best friend a tiny smile before beginning to speak.

"jinwoo, i'm so sorry, but there's something i have to tell you."

he ends up frowning at your choice of words. "okay, what is it?"

with a heavy sigh, you shut your books and tell him, all while stuttering along the way, "uhm, w-well, you know h-how our school offers a s-study abroad program for u-universities we wish to a-attend?"

jinwoo's frown seems to deepen. "yes, i know about it."

"w-well, i signed up for the program a-and got accepted... i'll be moving to america soon."

hearing the news makes jinwoo drop his pen in response. "w-what? you're going to america?"

you could feel the anxiety coursing through your veins, "y-yes... i got accepted into a university in new york city and plan to leave near the beginning of january."

"NEW YORK CITY?!" jinwoo suddenly jumps out of his seat, his eyes widening so much that it seemed to bulge against his features, "t-that's so far away from here... why did you choose to go so far?"

to be as far away as i can be from you and the woman you love. but you don't tell him the truth, choosing to tell him a half-truth of sorts when you answer, "i've spent my whole life here, jinwoo. i think it's only natural for me to wish to expand my horizons and experience new things."

"y-yeah but... it's four years... what if you decide to never come back here?" jinwoo's voice becomes quiet all of a sudden, with his fists remaining clenched against his sides.

you let out a soft laugh, packing up your belongings one by one into your backpack. once everything was neatly in place, you stand back to your full height and meet with jinwoo's gaze. "it's okay... i'll be sure to keep in touch by texting you or calling you... but, i-i hope you'll forgive me if i forget or am too busy to call..."

an unreadable expression was seen in jinwoo's eyes, and for a brief moment, you could have sworn that his eyes flashed purple before going back to its original slate grey hue. not wishing to cry in front of him, you cling to your backpack and quickly excuse yourself, not even able to find the words to apologize to him for telling him such news of your departure so suddenly.

while you made your escape from his room, you were unaware of how jinwoo's intense gaze focused on your shadow, seeing loyal, glowing purple eyes looking back at him in understanding...

{ ... }

why was jinwoo such a mess now that you were no longer here?

after working so hard to pass the entrance exams for the last few months, he had plans of spending some time with you before you left for america... yet when he arrived at your place, you were nowhere to be found as your parents had told him that you had already departed for new york-

it had only been november at the time-

so you had lied to him as well?

and why did jinwoo's heart felt like it was on the verge of breaking?

your sudden departure coupled along with your obvious deception made jinwoo's heart clench with an unknown emotion. here you were, thousands upon thousands of miles away from him, leaving jinwoo feeling like he was drowning.

all of those shared laughters and inside jokes-

the times you spent remaining by his side during each and every one of his track meets-

and those late nights spent studying together, falling asleep together within the comfort of his bed-

had everything been all for naught?

with your absence drilling a hole within his heart, he found that not even hae-in's calls and texts could bring him out of this slump. jinwoo admits to how her beauty and awkward kindness had once ensnared his heart, making him think of nothing but meeting her again once he reset his timeline-

yet now, with you so clearly gone from his life, he found that he could not focus on anything but the memories he had of you-

memories of your smile and the way you would snort each time you tried to hold back your giggles while in class-

memories of how you would hide your face within his shoulder each time you watched a horror movie together, as if trusting him to shield you from all the monsters-

memories of how he could spend hours on end simply watching you sleep-

and it was only when you left him that he realized the truth of his feelings-

that you were the one he felt the most comfortable with... that by the end of the day, he would always need you and you alone...

with thoughts of you pushing him forward, he decides to finally come clean to hae-in one late afternoon on christmas eve. he wears his usual coat with a dark pair of jeans, expression forlorn as he felt conflicted with potentially breaking her heart. while walking across the streets of the city, he stops walking, already sensing her presence when he turns around to face her.

hae-in's hands were outstretched, bewilderment painting her beautiful expression. "there you are." jinwoo manages to smile at her, making hae-in take a step back as she brushes a hand across her golden strands of hair.

"it's like you have eyes in the back of your head, jinwoo." she hums and steps closer to him, "you took your college entrance exams last month, right? congrats. are you still going to the university you chose before? you got really good grades, so why are you set on going to that university?"

that was when things began to feel awkward on jinwoo's end. he coughs and was unable to meet hae-in's curious gaze. looking away from her, he shakes his head, "no, unfortunately, my plans have... changed since then."

hae-in seems taken aback by his confession, and jinwoo feels a wave of empathy coursing through his veins when he notices her expression, "i-it's not because of a woman, is it?"

jinwoo tears his gaze away from her, unable to give her a truthful answer without hurting her. yet, it seemed as though his silence was more than enough, making tears fill at her grey eyes as realization dawns within her tearful expression. "o-oh..."

with a shake of his head, he steps closer to her, "i'm sorry, for breaking our promise so suddenly. i thought... i thought i knew what i wanted... but... looking back on it now, she was the one who was by my side from the start."

hae-in's shoulders began to tremble in response, further filling jinwoo with guilt. "she was my best friend... and... she left me to pursue her dreams in america. now that she's not here, i feel... lost without her..."

"y-you wish to follow her?"

jinwoo closes his eyes before giving hae-in a nod. "i do."

a sob was heard escaping from hae-in, and jinwoo could feel the way she shoves him away from her, body trembling as she ran back home. his expression was filled with regret, watching hae-in running away from him. the soldier he had placed within her shadow lengthens in response to her movements, and jinwoo knew that she would be protected even if he wasn't around.

{ ... }

there was an odd sense of freedom felt coursing through your veins when you moved into your dorm, ready to start the semester. you were still surrounded by suitcases that held each and every one of the items you had deemed important to you.

as you took out each item from your suitcase, your eyes go wide when they saw a thick photo album you had no recollection of packing. taking it out, you watch as a note fluttered out of it, recognizing your mother's handwriting as it read:

i just wanted to pack you a little surprise; memories of your home, of family and friends who wish for nothing more than to support you. come back home and see us soon. love, mom

with tears filling your vision, you open up the album and flip through the first few pages, laughing at each picture before turning the page once more-

this time landing on a photo that had you and jinwoo smiling at the camera.

seeing his handsome face makes your heart well up with emotions you thought you had tossed aside. as your fingertips shakily trace at his handsome features, a sense of guilt filled you. you had purposely ghosted him, wanting nothing more than to leave south korea, just to put some distance between you and the man you had always loved-

a man who you believed with all your heart would forever remain an unrequited love.

unable to handle the pain of seeing jinwoo's face, you slam the album shut and let out a shaky breath. hot tears were felt streaming down your face, and your sadness was so potent- so palpable that it made the blood rush to your ears.

in fact, you were so distracted that you didn't hear the knocks at your door for several minutes. you gasp and look toward your front door, taking shaky steps toward it as you unlocked it.

"s-sorry, i was distracted, are you my roommate?" you spoke in english, earning a grunt from the person you assumed would be your roommate.

a deep hum was heard, "damn right i am." his face was covered by a huge box in his hand, and you saw the way his long legs kicked his suitcase inside, with your head tilted in response. you notice how he also spoke in english, yet there seemed to be a hint of an accent in it. a strange sense of familiarity fills you, and when you close the door was when your roommate puts down his box-

revealing himself to be sung jinwoo.

your breathing comes out in uneven breaths, with you taking a step back while meeting jinwoo's annoyed gaze. "jinwoo?!" you speak to him, reaching out to him with trembling hands. "t-there's no way... is it really you?"

jinwoo remains silent, simply taking casual steps closer to you, effectively trapping you against the wall. "who else would it be?" his reply was casual, and you flinch slightly upon feeling the way he brushes back your hair. with both hands settled against the wall, jinwoo prevents you from moving as he looks down at you, grey eyes shining with amusement.

your heart was felt pounding within your chest, making the heat travel all the way up to your cheeks when you shakily ask, "w-what are you doing here? aren't you supposed to be with hae-in?"

the jerk had the nerve to smirk at your question! he ends up humming in response, taking a hold of your hand to press a kiss against the back of it "are you jealous?"

you end up sputtering in response, "are you teasing me?"

he hums, "and what if i am?"

before you could answer, jinwoo ends up taking you directly within his embrace, chuckling as you struggled to get out of his powerful arms. "jinwoo!"

he simply hums once more before settling himself on the couch with you, hands already delving themselves into your hair as he leans in to give your cheek a kiss. such a sudden display of affection was enough to make your head spin as jinwoo tightens his hold on you. "when you left was the moment i realized you had taken a part of me with you... a part of me that i never wish to have returned."

his words manages to stun you, all coherent thoughts ceasing as pure and utter hope fills your gaze. he smiles down at you in a loving manner, choosing to frame at your face while continuing, "it hurt me, realizing how you chose to leave so suddenly without even telling me goodbye... but shockingly enough, it was thanks to your absence that i realized the reasoning for your departure was because of me all along."

"jinwoo..." tears fill at your vision, making jinwoo slowly lean down to press you against the couch in response. his gaze was intense, and he brushes back your hair before telling you, "you left because you loved me... yet i was too stupid and blind to realize it... until now..."

your breathing hitches when jinwoo leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. you eagerly respond to him, kissing him back with a fervor (pouring all of the yearning and heartache you felt for him building up within those 3 years). jinwoo groans against your parted lips, deepening the kiss momentarily before pulling away from you.

jinwoo's handsome features were all you could see when he smiles down at you, and you allow his large hands to delve themselves into your hair when he kisses your forehead once more, "i love you... i realize that i cannot live without you... so please... will you promise to remain by my side and never leave me again?"

his question makes you giggle, eyes filling with absolute adoration for him when you lean up to press a kiss against his lips all while reassuring him, "i promise..."

that was the moment the years spent yearning for him (along with your heartache) vanished completely as jinwoo captured your lips in another breathtaking kiss, swallowing the sounds of your laughter completely…

end notes: this is so self indulgent for me (⺣◡⺣)♡ but it was so worth writing. currently unedited, but i'll make any necessary changes once this is posted. once again, i don't trust tumblr to keep my drafts for long 😭 🙌🏻

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

#sung jinwoo x reader #jinwoo sung x reader #sung jinwoo x you #jinwoo sung x you #solo leveling x reader #writings 📖

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psylocke142 · 9 months ago

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Nightmares

Sana x fem!reader

synopsis: Sana keeps having nightmares, recurring and always the same. Sana can’t help but think that it’s something important. There’s a message she’s missing. Something feels familiar about her dream.

w/c: 4.3k

warnings: death; accident; angst(?); trauma

a/n: i wrote this as a sana x fem!reader fic but it’s more of a sana centric fic. some roommate misana. this was a draft of a “book” i wanted to write in high school. i was proud of the concept of this fic back then. still am. not too sure how i feel about the final product…but it’ll do.

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It’s a brisky night as Sana is walking down the street. A cold gust of wind blows in Sana’s direction, making her hands seek refuge in the pockets of her jacket. She looks up into the sky as she languidly treads to cross the street. No specific destination in mind yet. She begins to get lost in the starless sky, wishing she could live in some place where the stars are more visible.

Sana lives in Seoul, a big city with towering buildings and a vibrant nightlife. It’s a charming city filled with much to give. To Sana’s disappointment, the light pollution from all the buildings just so happens to block the starlight away.

A heavy sigh is released from her chest as she continues her stroll. Her body is starting to feel heavy and in need of some rest. Something Sana knows she needs but never looks forward to.

She had gone out for a night walk downtown, which was a short distance walk away from her apartment. The honey-haired girl had dreaded going home after work, so she headed to the heart of the city to walk around and waste time. Prolonging the needed rest and increasing her exhaustion.

There was nothing for her to do at home either. Sana had a small cafe she built from the ground up, making enough to pay her half of the rent. Her family is in Japan and her friends seem to be strangers. Being drifted away by busy work schedules and other circumstances. Sana didn’t care much, at least she pretended not to. Her duties at the cafe gave her enough work hours to not think too deeply about it. She has Mina. The younger girl is Sana’s roommate, who currently seemed to be the only person in her life. Maybe, that was all she needed.

Mina is the quiet type. They had met after high school, looking for someone to lessen the load of responsibilities in apartment rent and college tuition. They’ve been inseparable ever since. Mina has always been respectful and would never poke her nose in places it didn’t belong. She still cared about Sana though. Which is why Sana’s phone vibrated from the pocket of her worn-out denim jeans.

Mina: are you almost home?

Sana: went for a quick walk, be there soon.

Mina: ok. be safe.

Sana: will do.

Sana pocketed her phone and began to head to her apartment, obeying Mina’s unspoken order to come home. She always did. On occasion Sana would lose track of time during her night walks and receive a similar text from Mina telling her it’s getting late. Sana always replied and would head home, she had no reason to ignore Mina’s request.

The two women aren’t very communicative with each other. However, they had grown to care for one another throughout the years of living together. Text messages being one of the ways they showed their fondness for each other. Sana would often bring leftover goods from the cafe, sharing them with Mina. In turn Mina would look out for Sana, more so recently, by making sure she never came home too late and stayed safe.

The streets became more familiar the closer she got home. Sana passes by the convenience store that’s next to the park. Said park being across her apartment complex. Originally, she had planned to occupy an empty bench to sit. There is no one there since it is already dark outside. The basketball court always filled throughout the day with old men chasing after a ball. Couples spread across blankets. Mid-age women jogging in groups as they gossiped about the neighborhood drama. Children running, their sneakers scuffing the gravel of the playground. Laughter and screams echoing in the air. A complete contrast to the park’s atmosphere once the sun subsides.

Her plans would have to wait for another night.

Sana reaches the end of the park and finds her apartment complex in view from across the street. As she is crossing, she begins to drift off in her head. Wondering whether Mina will be waiting for her, maybe reading in the living room. Her mind brings up old memories. She thinks of her future. Her failures. She ends up wandering to a beautiful silhouette in her head. One she can’t put a name or face to.

Strayed in a haze of thoughts Sana crosses the street to her apartment. As Sana steps onto the curb of the other side, she hears the loud screeching of tires and a piercing honk. Sana turns rapidly, the sight before her paralyzing, blood in her body running cold in an instant. The fight or flight response muffles her senses, deafening her momentarily. She squints to the pickup truck with beaming headlights. Then to the person laying prone on the floor. Sana is frozen in place, stunned by the truck’s collision. Before she can gather her bearings, the vehicle reverses and flashes away from the scene in front.

Sana runs to the person, finally coming out of her paralytic state, with each step her heartrate begins to double. Worry and fear going up by the millisecond. Approaching the unknown person, Sana crouches to their level with arms reaching out. Flipping the person into her arms, her eyes widen and her heart stops. Feeling all the oxygen escape her lungs in shock. Sana wanted to back away instantly but was once again paralyzed.

The person she had placed into her arms was — herself.

This mortified Sana and she couldn’t tear her gaze from what seemed to be impossible. She remained there watching the life fade from her eyes.

Sana shoots up from her bed, panic ridden in her eyes while she lets out uneven breaths. She observes her surroundings in order to ground herself to reality. A thin coat of sweat layers her body. She’s in her bedroom. Her duvet covers the lower portion of her body, lightly sticking to her legs. The blinds of her window allow small rays of the moonlight to filter into the room. She eyes the soft patterns of light and shadows cast onto her walls. Finally, she glances over at the digital clock on her nightstand.

3:14AM, it read. She lets out a heavy sigh.

Ten minutes had passed, and Sana managed to calm down, but the image from her nightmare was still fresh in her mind. She swiftly gets out of bed and heads to her desk. Fishing for her headphones in one of the drawers. As she plugs them into her phone and hits shuffle on her playlist she reflects, “That’s three times this week.”

Sana has been having the same nightmare for a while now, and although she doesn’t get it every night it torments her daily. The look of her lifeless eyes etched into her brain.

An alarm blares on Sana’s nightstand, jolting her awake from her short slumber. Headphones landing on the floor. She gets up groggily wiping the drowsiness from her eyes, reaching over to silence the persistent noise. 6:00AM her phone highlighted as she discarded the alarm. Focusing on the still dark view of her window, sun unrisen, she stretches her limbs. Trying to shake off the exhaustion deep in her bones. Sana makes her way to the bathroom to freshen up. Another day of work ahead of her.

As Sana makes her way to the kitchen, she catches sight of Mina pouring herself a cup of coffee. Sana reaches into one of the cupboards for her mug and takes a seat on a stool in front of the kitchen island. Mina nears her offering some of the warm, bitter beverage.

“How’d you sleep?” the younger of the two questions.

Sana aimlessly stares at her now filled mug. No real interest in the cup of coffee, “mmm…the same as always” she mumbles.

Mina studies her roommate, aware of the night terrors that haunted her. Observing the dark circles and paling complexion that appear to be worsening as the weeks pass. Her eyebrows furrow in concern but she maintains her tone steady, “I see.”

As much as Mina wanted to pry and ask about the subject of her nightmares, she didn’t want to push Sana to share. She’d wait until Sana was ready to talk about it. So, she retreats from her spot in the kitchen and gathers her things to head out.

“Take it easy at work Sana,” is all the raven-haired girl can manage to express her concerns. Not waiting for the eldest’s response before heading out the door.

Sana brings her mug to the sink. Emptying the remains of her coffee. She stands there, arms leaning against the sink mentally preparing herself for the day. Willing the thousands of thoughts and images away to the back of her mind for now.

It’s a slow day. Her least favorite type of day, regular customers entering the well-known shop for their usual orders. She had no helper today to make matters worse. She had let her part-timer, Dahyun, take the day off. Aside from the regulars not many patrons enter. Leaving Sana vulnerable to the silence of the small, dim-lit cafe. Alone with her thoughts.

Sana busied herself throughout the day; cleaning every single crevice of the cafe, organizing the storage room, restocking the coffee, and serving whoever came through. To say she was tired would be an understatement. However, it did the job. It was now time to close the shop. After shutting off the lights and making sure everything was locked up, Sana headed out. Too worn out to go for a walk, the honey-haired girl apprehensively decided to go home right away.

As the weeks continue on, so do Sana’s nightmares. However, with the progressing weeks her dream is minutely changing. In her dream everything always plays out the same from the beginning. When she runs towards the body in the middle of the street, Sana is still petrified by the sight of her own image reflecting on the ground. What has changed is that her duplicate has become distorted. Her features almost appear to be clouded by an unseen force or shadow. Her eyes were the only part visible. Nonetheless, Sana jerks awake in fear.

There is familiarity in the shadows that now distort her nightmares. It reminds her of the silhouette that has crossed her mind. Sana realizes that what used to be her duplicate is now morphed into the clouded silhouette that resides in the back of her thoughts. What racked Sana’s mind was who this shadow person was and why they were appearing.

While the image of watching life vanish from her own eyes haunts her, the image of the shadow lingers. The once-clear reflection of herself has transformed into an indistinct figure. The only thing Sana can make out of this new shift is it’s a female. Her eyes, though barely visible, leave Sana feeling a paradox of emotions. Unsettled but comforted holding her in her arms. Familiar but unrecognizable as she stares into their eyes.

After mulling over her thoughts, the honey-haired girl can’t help but wonder if there’s a deeper meaning to her nightmares. Every night Sana wakes up, drenched in a layer of sweat and gasping for breath, the shadowed female lingers in her mind. She felt the figure was someone important. Almost as if the shadow holds a piece of her. Maybe her past. Sana wonders if there’s a message she needed to decipher from this. There was something crucial that she’s forgetting. Lately, the questions gnaw at her mind, affecting her day by day.

Mina observes her roommate. The aforementioned girl sat in the dining room, a now soggy bowl of cereal in front being left untouched for too long. Sana is constantly lost in her head whenever she’s at home, paying Mina no thought. This raises concern in Mina. So, she begins to keep a close eye on Sana. The raven head becomes anxious, thinking Sana is finally putting the pieces together. Closer to figuring out what she doesn’t remember. Mina needs to prepare for the day it hits Sana.

It would be easy for Mina to lay it out for her friend and tell her, but Mina wants Sana to solve it out on her own. Her own memory will decide when she’s ready.

One night while Sana heads home, a strange feeling courses through her. It’s an inkling feeling that begins as she crosses the street from the park to her apartment complex. Something was itching her brain to remember. Sana didn’t realize she had stopped walking to focus on what she was feeling. Stagnant in the middle of the street. Seemingly from nowhere, she heard loud honking and tires skidding in an attempt to halt. The beaming headlights along with the rush of nerves putting her body on alert gave Sana a sense of Deja vu. She barely manages to move to the side as the car swerves around her.

Sana is able to guide herself home afterwards. She shuffles inside and exhales to release the tension from the previous incident. Quiet footsteps approach her. “You’re home — already,” it was her roommate.

Mina stands by their apartment entrance, eyeing Sana who was slipping off her shoes. Her hair was covering her face as she was slightly bent downwards. When the honey-haired girl looked up, Mina could see the sullen look on her face. Sorrow filled her sunken eyes. The younger girl couldn’t handle seeing her roommate like this anymore.

“Sana, is everything ok?”

This was all it took for the dam to break. Too overwhelmed by her troubles, Sana couldn’t help the tears welling at the corner of her eyes. Mina led her to their couch.

Finally voicing out her dream and the torment it’s brought her, with her head in her hands, Sana expresses her concerns and want to get to the bottom of things. Burdened by the unresolved.

She has a lengthy conversation with Mina, taking most of the night. Her roommate listens attentively, confirming her worries. However, she puts them to the side. Focusing on the words being hushed out from the older girl. Sana goes deep into detail about how she feels an inexplicable connection to the figure of her dreams.

That with each passing night, the feminine silhouette became more defined. The presence of this person feels like a key to unlocking a part of herself that was buried. “This can’t just be something from my imagination, Mina…” Sana huff out and pauses. “It can’t be. It feels too real.”

Sana looks at her friend, tired. Eyes desperate and in search of answers. For the last missing piece. Continuing to vent out, Sana can no longer hold back all her thoughts or feelings. She knew that she would have to confront this. To find what she is looking for, she would have to delve into the depths of her mind where she will uncover the truth. Something Mina is aware of. She knows what the missing piece in Sana’s nightmare is. Mina bites her tongue; she holds the last piece to Sana’s puzzle.

It wasn’t going to be easy for Sana. The raven head finds a glint of determination in Sana’s eyes. She just hoped it would be enough to get her through whatever lies ahead. Through the unraveling of the darkest corners of her psyche.

After a couple of days passed, Sana is at work again, eyeing the calendar at the cafe with the intention of looking at next week’s schedule. She finds a certain date calling to her. Sana fidgets with the hem of her rough leathered work apron. Gaze set on the calendar but was miles away in her mind.

“Hey boss,” a small pale girl appears next to her “have something coming up?”

Sana pondered, did she? The date was calling out to her, similar to the other night’s incident, a call to remember. She abruptly decided, “would you mind handling the shop on your own?” as she pointed to the date. The smaller women glanced at the calendar, mentally confirming if her schedule aligned. “Sure, no problem,” she gleams.

Sana remained silent, not that she didn’t trust Dahyun, but she rarely took days off.

It seemed as if her employee had read Sana’s mind.

“You know — we’re all entitled a day off once in a while.”

“Having a break won’t hurt,” and Sana couldn’t agree more but for different reasons. She wished she could get a breather from the nightmares and the baggage of turmoil it entailed. Weighing heavily on her shoulders. She wanted a break from all her unresolved questions and emotions. Sana wanted a moment of clarity, a small respite from the chaos in her mind.

Ever since their late-night talk, Mina and Sana have become closer. Their conversation became a turning point in their relationship. That night Sana came home and poured her heart out, Mina listened and supported her unwaveringly. This created a deeper bond between the two. One more open. It was as if the restrictions to showing their care were lifted. Mina wouldn’t withhold herself anymore and checked on Sana more often. She ensured that Sana was coping — as best as she could — with her nightmares. Sana found herself content with this new development.

Later that same day Mina visited the cafe. This was part of the new development in their friendship. On days that Mina finished her work early, she would stop by the cafe to indulge in savory sweets and rich flavored coffee to balance it out. She would occasionally stay until Sana closed. Walking home together to make sure she didn’t stay out too long and have a repeat of the other night.

As Mina was taking a bite of the sweets she had ordered, her ears perked at the conversation a couple of feet away. Dahyun was conversing with Sana. From what Mina was able to hear, she found that Dahyun would be taking care of the small shop by herself. This piqued her interest. If Dahyun is going to be by herself at the cafe, that means Sana would be taking a day off. Aware of the upcoming date Mina stood up with her empty plate and mug. She headed to the register, where the cafe workers stood. Dahyun greeted her with a smile, “Thanks Mina, I would’ve collected them you didn’t have to bring them yourself.” “It was no trouble,” Mina countered as she offered a small smile. She quickly glanced at the calendar behind the two girls.

There it was. It was marked on the cafe’s schedule in bright red: Sana’s day off. Sana was indeed getting closer to figuring things out. Mina thought to herself for a moment. She needed to take action. She said her goodbyes to Dahyun and looked at Sana, checking for any unusual signs. She told Sana she would see her later and excused herself to run some “errands.”

Mina arrived to the apartment she shared with Sana, swiftly parking into the underground garage. Jogging up the stairwell she held her phone against her ear. Listening to the ringing as she waited for the call to connect. The younger girl was calling her boss. After her discovery at the cafe, she felt that she had to take a day off. The same day as Sana.

After settling things at work the younger girl began to rummage through her closet. With little to no struggle Mina found what she was looking for, there in the back corner of her closet was a dusty and messily taped up box. This is Sana’s box that was given to Mina years ago. However, Mina is sure that Sana has no recollection of doing this. Mina swipes at the dusty box with an old rag. Uncovering a name that had not been spoken or crossed in the mind of her roommate. A name that would certainly bring back a flood of memories and emotions that Sana had tried to bury deep within her consciousness. She had entailed this to Mina long ago and despite her best efforts to confine the box, the answers to her questions had been a room away — in Mina’s closet.

Mina stared at the name on the old box. She asked herself whether Sana would be ready for this. Placing the answers to Sana’s nightmare in the back of her trunk, she concluded that it was time. Her friend deserved clarity.

The following days passed by in a blur for the two roommates. Both filled with nerves for their day off, one in fear and one in uncertainty. That morning Sana woke up in her patterned panic, result of her nightmare. With no work scheduled, Sana had wanted to sleep in. Her own personal but cruel alarm couldn’t let that slide.

Sana dragged her feet into the kitchen until she stopped at the view of her roommate. The same roommate who should be at work by now. Mina meets Sana’s eyes and simply states, “I have the day free.” Giving it no other thought, Sana continues through her morning.

“Hey, I have a small errand I have to run. Do you mind joining me?”

Sana looks towards her friend from her spot on the couch. Eyebrows raised in confusion.

“I don’t feel like going alone. Some company would be nice…” the raven head explains. Hoping this will be enough to convince her. Luckily, Sana stood up a few seconds after and agreed.

Throughout the car drive, Mina holds onto the steering wheel with a death grip so tight. Her anxiety locking her fingers in place. This didn’t go unnoticed by Sana. She chose to ignore it for the time being; her eyes focused on the road for any clues to their destination.

A short drive later, they have finally arrived. Sana glances out the window and a cemetery comes into view. Mina was quick to observe Sana’s reactions, but only found confusion take over her features. Putting the car in park, Mina exits the car. The older girl watches, confusion deepening the furrowing of her eyebrows, as her roommate gathers a bouquet of flowers she hadn’t noticed.

“Why are we here?” Sana asks, her voice tinged with uneasiness. Her gut sending her a feeling of foreboding and apprehension.

Mina didn’t utter a single word in response. She secures a small bag on her shoulder and motions for Sana to follow. After a moment’s hesitation Sana steps out, taking in her surroundings as her feet hit the gravel concrete. There were rows of graves, and the air was filled with a thick scent of earth and floral tones. The atmosphere of the cemetery quiet and somber, quite what one would expect. To Sana however, it brought a chill to her bones. Walking in silence, the gravel crunches under the weight of their steps. Sana’s mind is racing in an attempt to piece together why Mina has brought her here.

Suddenly Mina stops and begins to kneel down. Setting aside the bouquet and placing the small bag alongside. It wasn’t a lie when Mina said she had an errand to run. Mina knelt down in front of a single, well-tended grave. Her roommate begins to clean around the area with practiced ease and precision. Her movements are deliberate and respectful. Unknown to Sana, the raven head would frequent the grave in front of them. Maintaining the site before them, a gesture Sana would later appreciate.

Finally taking a glance at the name engraved on the headstone, Sana’s knees buckled. It was a name Sana hadn’t thought of in years. Succumbing to the flood of memories and emotions she fell to her knees, unable to hold back her sobs as tears began to stream along her face.

The memories hit Sana like turbulent waves. Each memory crashed into her; a feeling that made Sana feel like she was drowning. Each one is more painful than the last. It was Deja vu all over again. Except now it dawned on Sana that her nightmares were a mirroring image of your accident. It became too much for her. She felt her heart clench tightly in her chest and erupting into pieces. The all too familiar feeling of her body paralyzing in shock hit her once again. She had lost you.

Realization dawned on Sana. It all made sense now; the nightmare, the shadowy figure, the sense of Deja vu. It was a reflection of that tragic day. You were the silhouette. The shadowed figure — the one who died.

She remembered that day clearly now, how you had tried to surprise her after work but had arrived a bit too late. Sana had closed the cafe early, the same idea as you in mind. She remembered turning around just in time to see you running, set on catching up to her. Unaware of the incoming car. The all too familiar honk, tires screeching, and beaming headlights replayed in her flashback. The image of the truck not being able to stop in time. The scene played out exactly the same as her nightmare. Except when she turned the body around it was you in her arms.

She held you in her arms as she panicked. Your hands gripped tightly onto Sana’s sweater fear evident in your face. Sana stared into your eyes, your gaze furthering away. There was not enough time for help to arrive, even so, Sana called Mina out of desperation. By the time Mina and the help she called for would get there, it would be far too late.

Instead of watching the life drain from own eyes, she watched the life drain from her lover’s eye. The love of her life. Despite it being herself in her nightmare, Sana felt there was no difference whether it was you or her. You were her life. Her everything. The memories she had tried to bury, a trauma response to the loss, had finally resurfaced.

A gentle breeze swept through the cemetery, hitting the two girls. The wind being soft but strong enough to wipe away some of Sana’s tears. Sana looks at your headstone, a defeated smile crossing her pale face. She felt you there with her, as if you had sent the small breeze. Sana knew that she would never forget you, not anymore.

Mina was now at her side. She places a comforting hand onto Sana’s back, offering her silent support. The two of them sit there for a long time, sharing in the sorrow and bittersweet memories of you. In that moment, Sana felt the burden on her shoulders lift and a strange sense of closure.

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Remember the Dream || Scott Summers

Pairing: Scott Summers x Black Female Mutant Reader

Ten years had gone by since the untimely passing of Charles Xavier. The voice for mutant rights and the most prominent advocate for the coexistence of mutants and mankind. Today marked a solemn anniversary the eternal rest of his physical body. But his message lived on- or so he had hoped.

Xavier believed his dream would flourish through the hearts of his students and the countless lives they touched. However, it appeared more than evident that his dream was buried alongside him. His beloved students parted ways not long after his funeral.

The Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters was shut down within a year, and its iconic halls were abandoned. Students have to be redistricted to other schools. Over time, ivy and wild weeds claimed the brick exterior, turning the once pristine grounds into a ghost of its former self. The X-men had effectively disbanded. Some said they were on hiatus but others knew the truth: they were scattered, lost without their leader.

That's why it was so shocking to see the news headline flash across the breakroom TV:

'Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters Demolition Next Monday'

The title alone was enough to freeze you in your tracks. One by one her colleagues gathered around the screen. Someone turned up the volume as Gwendolyn Branch, a local reporter, delivered the story with practiced detachment.

"CEO of Dynamico Industries, Morgan Hills has purchased the former school for mutants for an undisclosed amount. The property, once heralded as a safe haven for young mutants, will be turned into commercial use. Dynamico's representatives have declined to comment at this time. This is Gwendolyn Branch reporting for your five o'clock news."

"Good riddance." Ruben clicked off the news segment, turning the public television to a college basketball game. He didn't even try to mask the disdain in his voice.

You learned early on that Ruben's opinions, were always delivered with sharp edges. In fact his bias seemed to embolden others in the office to share their own. Conversations like these were why you avoided the water cooler crowd. Divisive topics about mutants always led to cliques forming, and for your sake, it was better for you to remain silent.

You continued to enjoy the few minutes of your lunch before your next meeting. Your silence on the ongoing conversation in the lunch room seemed to catch Ruben's attention.

"I'm sure your old man is jumping for joy, ain't that right Kelly?"

"I don't know why don't you ask him for me." You offered a fake-nice smile. You put your fork down, making direct eye contact with him.

The room grew quieter, the background chatter fading. Ruben pulled the seat across from you underneath his body. He now sat in the chair backward.

"That's right, I forgot. Daddy issues."

"Step-father." You corrected. A distinction you made sure to clear up every time it eventually came up in conversation. Your mother met the now senator not long after your biological father signed over his parental rights, officially walking out on the both of you. Too overwhelmed with the idea of single motherhood your mother corrected your birth certificate giving you his last name.

Your stepfather's extremist anti-mutant stance had cast a long shadow over her life. As a prominent figure of human supremacy, he had spewed rhetoric that endangered mutants daily. His political stature painted an unwanted target on your back. People at the firm assumed that you shared the same views as him, but nothing could be further from the truth.

Not that you ever felt compelled to prove herself to anyone.

"Now, if you excuse me," you stood up, snapping your Tupperware shut. "Some of us have a job to do."

The glass door to your office clicked softly behind you as you returned to the tranquil silence of her desk. But the tranquility was short-lived. You now had to tackle the fifty new emails in her inbox when your office phone rang.

"Hello?" You answered the phone as usual, as your hands typed on your keyboard. There was a silence on the other side of the line. Glancing at the number again, it didn't register to any of her clients or any familiar caller ID.

Repeating yourself again, you waited for a response. In pure coincidence, you looked outside your window. Nothing in particular catching your eye of the busy New York streets. Hundreds of people passing the law firm.

A strange feeling crept up your spine. Turning your head, your eyes drifted to the telephone booth across from the firm. At first, nothing stood out, just pedestrians hurrying past each other. But then you saw a glint of light reflect of maroon red shades. You could see a man's figure in the telephone booth. A trenchcoat and a baseball cap on his head, doing everything in his power to blend in.

"You can't be serious?" you whispered. You stood ridged, the office phone still in your hand. The man tilted his head slightly, adjusting his glasses.

"We need to talk."

"After ten years, this is how you reach out to me? A cryptic phone call. Really?"

"I doubt you would have liked if I went in the firm." You glanced at your office door, then back at the window.

"You'd be right about that."

"Meet me tonight." He said, turning half of his body now facing your office window. "Our old spot."

The line went dead before she could respond.

Removing the business casual attire from work you changed into something more casual. The impending conversation with Scott pressing heavily on your mind. What exactly did he want to talk to you about?

You hadn't seen him in a decade-not since the funeral, not since the school shut down. They had lost touch, and that was putting the situation lightly.

The New York streets on this side of town was uncharacstically quiet in compared to other boroughs of the city. Bayville, New York, was a combination of low-income housing with speckled areas of modern homes. Gentrification spread across the town as the years went by. Before multi-million dollar condos popped up it was the kind of place people went to disappear. Police actively avoided this area, as members of the community took an active no-police involvement stance. Any discreptions that occurred were solved between the community. It was the perfect place to feel outcasted to hide. A perfect place to hide in plain sight.

Scott sat in the back corner away from the few patrons in bar. He too was also in a trench coat that was draped over his shoulders. His elbows were on the table, fingers interlocked with each other. He appeared to be in deep thought. The same dark sunglasses she saw him with earlier. His posture was guarded, his shoulders hunched slightly as if the weight of the world rested on them.

You walked toward him, your heeled booths clicked on the tiled floor.

"You're getting old Summers." You slide into the chair across from him. His lips curved into a small humorless smile.

"Funny, You on the other hand-"

"Careful," you warned.

He chuckled softly, the sound warming her more than she wanted to admit. "I was going to say you've grown into yourself. More confident."

Unsure if you should accept the compliment or dissect you let his comment go.

"So talk. What's so urgent that you needed to drag me into this."

Scott reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a worn envelope. He slid it across the table to her. “This is what they don’t want you to see.”

Yout hesitated before picking it up. Inside were photocopied documents—legal contracts, zoning permits, and financial agreements. Her eyes scanned the pages quickly, your brow furrowing.

“This isn't just redevelopment…” she murmured. “This is erasure."

Scott nodded grimly. “They’re destroying the school, its history, and everything it stood for.”

“And you think I can help with this how, exactly?” she asked, setting the papers down. “I’m a lawyer, Scott, not a superhero. Those days are over for me.”

"That's why I need your help. You've got the legal expertise. And, well... I trust you." he said, his voice lowered but remaining firm.

"This looks complicated Scott."

"When has it ever been easy." You looked at him for a moment. Noticing the little signs of aging on his face. His signature stubble with patches of grey hairs. Even with the glasses, there was still a fire in his eyes. The determination had not wavered after all these years.

"It's about ensuring the next generation has a chance like we did."

The logical part of you wanted to tell him no, to leave you alone. That you finally found normalcy in your life, and wasn't going to through it out the window just because he asked her too. But deep down, you knew he was right.

You crossed your legs. "Do you still believe in the dream?

"I have to. It's the only thing keeping me going." The vulnerability in his voice melted your heart.

"What's your plan?" You asked, not quite getting on board yet.

It didn't surprise you that Scott came prepared with multiple plans to accomplish his goal. He always had plans for everything. Even ten years later some things never change.

"First we stop the demolition. That means hitting Dynamico where it hurts- legally, financially, and publically."

“And after that?”

He hesitated, his hands clasping together on the table. “After that… we bring the X-Men back.”

You failed to control your facial expression. Your eyes squinting unsure if you heard his correctly. You paused waiting for him to correct himself, but he remained quiet.

"You're serious."

"As serious as I've ever been," his voice steady. "The world still needs us, more than ever."

"Alright, Summers" You said, "Let's see if we can make this crazy plan on your work."

"We've done crazier things." He smiled again.

Leaving the bar you both walked down the uneven pavement.

"Okay, so you want to bring the team back. But it's not like we can just snap our fingers and expect everyone to show up."

Scott’s expression faltered slightly, and he adjusted his sunglasses, a familiar tic you recognized from years ago. “I’ve tried. Some were easier to find than others. And… not everyone is eager to come back.”

You tilted your head. “Who’d you talk to?”

“Let’s start with the easy ones.” Scott exhaled. “Hank’s still teaching. He’s at a private research institute, working under the radar. He… wasn’t exactly thrilled when I brought up the idea of reforming the team. Said he’s done fighting. Said it’s time to let go of the dream.”

You frowned.

“That doesn’t sound like the Hank I remember. He always believed in the dream, even when things got rough.”

Scott shrugged. “Ten years can change a person.”

“What about Ororo?” you asked.

“Storm’s back in Kenya,” he said, his voice softening. “She’s doing what she does best—helping people. She’s rebuilt her community, her family. When I reached out, she told me her priorities have shifted. She didn’t say no outright, but I could tell she’s hesitant. She’s… moved on.”

“And Logan?”

Scott’s lips pressed into a thin line, and his jaw tightened. “He’s… gone.”

Your heart sank. “Gone? As in—”

“No,” Scott interrupted quickly, shaking his head. “Not dead. At least, not that I know of. But he’s off the grid. No one’s seen or heard from him in years. Knowing Logan, he’s probably somewhere in the Canadian wilderness, doing what he does best—brooding and avoiding people.”

“Sounds about right. And Jean?”

Scott hesitated, he looked away. He stuffed his hands in his coat pocket. A small but telling gesture.

“She’s… not here,” he said quietly.

The words hung in the air, heavy and unspoken. You didn’t press further. She knew better than to dig into wounds that were still raw.

“What about Rogue? Bobby? Kitty?” you asked, steering the conversation back to safer ground.

Scott’s expression lightened slightly. “Rogue’s in New Orleans. She and Remy are running a community center for mutant kids. She said she’d think about coming back, but only if it won’t disrupt what they’ve built.”

“Remy, huh?” You said with a small smile. “So those two finally figured it out?”

“Looks like it,” Scott said, a hint of amusement. “Bobby’s teaching high school somewhere in the Midwest. He seemed… content. Kitty’s in London, working with Excalibur. She said she’d be willing to help from afar but doesn’t think she can leave her current team.”

You briefly stopped in your tracks, taking in all the information.

"So let me get this straight. You're trying to rebuild the X-Men with a team scattered across the globe. Half don't want to come back, and the other half moved on with their lives. Do you realize how insane that sounds?"

"Like I said, when has it ever been easy." He smirked faintly.

Fair point. Scott stood a few steps before you, coincidently, under a street light. He looked at you, waiting for you to continue walking with him. From the little amount that you did know, this didn't sound like it was about to be a quick in-and-out mission.

It was you and Scott having to carry out this mission, until the others came to their sense and rejoin the team.

"Please don't make me regret this." You huffed under your breath, stepping a few feet closer.

"If we're going to do this, we do it right. We're a team."

Scott nodded, a flicker of determination sparking in his expression. “Agreed. And Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you,” he said, his voice soft but genuine.

Continuing on their walk, the conversation changed into a lighter tone.

"What exactly have you been up to for the last decade? Other than making cryptic phone calls." Your tone was humorous.

“Nothing as exciting as it sounds. After everything fell apart, I went underground. Tried to help where I could—mutants being targeted, families torn apart. But without the X-Men, it was... different. Smaller scale.”

“That doesn’t sound small at all,” You said, her voice softer now.

He shrugged. “It felt small. Like putting out fires while the whole building burned. And you? What about you, Y/N? You’re… a lawyer now?”

You laughed lightly. “Yeah, imagine that. Little old me, trying to make sense of this world with contracts and legal jargon. It’s… exhausting, but it pays the bills.”

Scott raised an eyebrow. “You say that like it doesn’t mean something to you.”

You thought for a moment before responding. “It does. I like helping people, even if it’s just navigating the mess that is our legal system. But it’s not…” You hesitated, searching for the right words. “It’s not what I imagined myself doing back then.”

“Back then,” Scott echoed, nodding slowly. “Feels like a lifetime ago, doesn’t it?”

“It does,” you agreed. “But sometimes, it still feels too close. Like at work—there’s this guy, Ruben. He’s one of those people who says every nasty thing that comes to his mind because he knows no one will call him out on it. He doesn’t know I’m a mutant, obviously, but he says enough that I know exactly how he’d react if he did.”

Scott frowned, his jaw tightening. “Sounds like someone I’d like to have a word with.”

You smirked. “Don’t worry about him. I’ve learned how to handle people like that. But… it’s not just Ruben. My stepfather’s at it again. He’s sponsoring this bill that would require mandatory DNA testing for everyone to identify whether or not they carry the X-gene.”

Scott stopped walking, turning to face you fully. “What?”

Your expression darkening. “It’s called the Genomic Transparency Act. He’s dressing it up as some public safety measure, but we both know it’s just another way to target mutants. To single us out.”

Scott’s fists clenched at his sides. “That’s... dangerous, Y/N. If something like that passes—”

“I know,” she interrupted, her voice firm. “Believe me, I know. If this bill gains traction…”

Her voice trailed off, but the weight of her words hung in the air.

“We can’t let that happen,” Scott said after a moment.

“I’m not sure how to stop it,” You admitted. “He’s got powerful allies, and the bill is already gaining support in certain circles. It’s not like I can waltz into Congress and argue against him without outing myself in the process.”

Scott’s expression softened as he looked at her. “You’re not alone in this, Y/N. We’ll figure something out.”

She looked at him, a flicker of something unspoken passing between them. “You always say ‘we.’ Like there’s still an ‘us.’ ”

“There is,” Scott said without hesitation. “There always will be.”

You swallowed hard, glancing away as they resumed walking. The conversation had shifted something between them that felt too heavy to confront directly.

“Yeah, you’re a real enigma, Summers,” Y/N teased, shaking her head.

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dodorimo · 10 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

Theater director!Raphael x Tav

He's supposed to be kinda creepy here, so yeah, this is a warning.

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It is a disaster, a travesty.

He wonders. When Tacitus beheld the charred remains of his beloved Rome, did he feel a similar way?

Chorus girls look to each other for guidance while lead actors traipse over the stage, painfully off-key. He has seen high school productions with more verve than this one.

That he has to share a room with such insipid talent. It is truly heartbreaking.

With a weary sigh, his eyes survey the stage for the weak link, and that’s where he finds her. A girl in the back row, looking a little lost and scared out of her mind.

“Dear God, who does casting these days?” he laments to no one in particular, crossing his legs on the leather seat.

“You do, sir.”

Raphael turns to look at the man beside him, taking in his ill-fitting suit and old-fashioned glasses. Poor fellow. He has neither the knack nor the grip for the job. And the syndicate thought sending this boy would keep him on his toes?

“Oh, I didn’t audition this one or I’d remember her.” There’s a pause while he mulls over his thoughts. “Tell me, Jameson,” he says and ignores when the other man voices a correction. “Why is she here?”

“The girl has promise,” comes the curt response. “She was highly recommended.”

The vague answer does nothing to placate his quickly dampening mood. “Recommended by who? Her parents? Her elementary teacher, perhaps?”

A few cleaning women choose this moment to walk past their seats, prompting the man to lower his voice. “The Royal, sir.”

Raphael reclines back in his seat. There we have it.

What these newcomers fail to understand is that admission to a fancy college isn’t nearly enough accolades for his standards. He didn’t build his reputation by bowing down to paper-pushers and sycophants. In this theater, he dictates the rules. In this theater, he is king.

With a wave of his hand and a few scathing words, he orders the session to be dismissed, much to the relief of those present.

“May I suggest a break instead?”

“You did well today, Johnson. You may take the rest of the day off,” he replies, his tone final.

The man opens his mouth to protest, but turns to leave the room instead. The buzz of conversation slowly dwindles as cast and crew head backstage. They turn off the lights on their way out, leaving the theater in semi-penumbra.

Despite his predisposition for pomp and extravagance, Raphael always thought he worked better on a smaller stage.

“Not you.” He points to the girl tailgating the group. “I’d like to have a word.”

The girl stops in her tracks, a thousand emotions flashing across her face, before settling on fear.

While he waits for her to come around, he pulls two chairs and rearranges them facing each other in the middle of the stage, right below where the headlights shine brightest. The girl moves to sit on one of the chairs, shaking like a foal standing on its hind legs for the first time.

“Fear not. This will only take a moment,” he says, his smile deceptively warm—a skill honed after many years in the business.

She is a pretty little thing, this new choir girl. But then, again, most choir girls are. If her theater career falls to pieces, he can imagine a profession or two where she would excel at.

“What do you say we start from the beginning of act two?” he suggests, tone amicable as to not alarm her further.

The girl scrambles to flip through the pages of the script, her eyes skimming over the words in rapid succession.

This won’t do. An easier question, then.

“What is your name, dear?”

“River, sir. My name is River.”

“My man told me you came from the capital. Do you like it there?”

“I like it very much, yes.” The small talk seems to calm her enough to allow her to find the right page. What she finds there, however, does not please her in the slightest.

“Sir, this is a scene for two…” she trails off, eyes fearful.

“Make the best of it. Improvise. I can play the part of your would-be lover if you wish.” The abrasive approach isn’t to his liking. Unfortunately for this girl, he is short on patience.

If he had any hope that under the veneer of the ingénue might hide a true thespian spirit, it vanishes the moment she utters the first line.

He stands up and paces aimlessly around the stage. The girl stares at him, dumbfounded.

“You have been on the run. This man, this stranger, offers you solace and a roof above your head. He is charming and not too hard on the eyes. You feel indebted to him. You’re young, naive and you’ve never been properly courted.”

The deviation from the script wouldn’t pose an issue. He is the author, after all, and the play, a successful piece from his earlier career. “Updated” for modern audiences. The word alone is enough to make him grit his teeth. None of his plays needed “updating”. Younger audiences can take their grievances back to their food-stained couches. They had no respect for the classics.

His little summary provokes the intended reaction. He sees the pieces falling into place in her mind.

“Harlequin…” she tries again, this time with more passion. And is that the hint of tears he sees in her eyes? “I've never met anyone like you. If only I could repay you in kind.”

“Good, good… much better.” He returns to his seat.

“Say the word and my body will be yours.” She leans forward, exposing just enough of her cleavage for his eager eyes. It’s a bold move, but not unwelcome. His fingers twitch on his lap. This little dove may surprise him still.

Raphael recites the words that have become second nature to him. “Columbina. I’d rather you not return to your old ways. If you choose to lie with me, it must be of your own free will.” If his voice sounded more condescending than the play requires, it’s just an act of improvisation on his part.

He points to the script in her hand. It’s the cue for her musical number.

If the girl clearly struggled with the finer nuances of the text before, here she needs no assistance. Hers is a voice of singular beauty, the likes of which emerge once in a generation. He suddenly understood why James was so hellbent on bringing her here. It wasn’t just the charming Harlequin who was finding himself enthralled.

When it’s done, he takes off his glasses without saying a word and puts them carefully in his pocket.

“Oh dear, this is…” Beautiful, stupendous, awe-inspiring, his mind supplies. “A little crude, if you don’t mind my directness.”

The girl looks positively devastated, her lips quivering as if about to cry.

“But even the roughest of rocks can be polished into a beautiful piece of jewelry. Isn’t this what they say? Meet me at my office after tomorrow’s rehearsal. I expect you to be well acquainted with the text by then.”

“Thank you, sir. I won’t disappoint you.”

“Call me Raphael.”

“Raphael…” Her voice rings like angelic bells to his ears. “Until tomorrow.”

#raphael fanfiction #raphael bg3 #raphael #my writing #I hope it's not TOO obvious where this is going #raphtav #raphael x tav

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sunshinesickies · 6 days ago

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High School Jinx x fem!reader AU (both are 18)

Damn this one poured out of me! I may or may not have ignore some homework but well here y’all go! This one was adapted from one of my other fics I did for Feveruary day 1. Enjoy 🫶

Little Ball o’ Germs

Shaking the rain out of your hair when you enter the school hallways in the morning, you immediately head to the secret spot under the stairwell where you meet your girlfriend every morning. The big smile plastered on your face immediately falls when you find the spot to be abnormally empty.

Because of her older sister Vi’s early morning practices, Jinx usually gets to school way before you and is always working on homework or her newest project as she waits for you.

You lean against the wall, fidgeting anxiously as you wait for her, your mind wandering to why she could be late. Maybe Vi’s practice got canceled and they both slept in, or maybe she’s in the school workshop and lost track of time, or maybe she’s pulling a prank on you. You wouldn’t put it past her, knowing how mischievous your girlfriend can be sometimes, however you can’t get rid of the feeling that something wrong.

Glancing down at your watch, there’s only ten minutes until class and your brows furrow. Jinx hates being late, unknown to popular belief, she loves class and would never miss one unless she had to…or unless you’re busy making out in the middle of the day.

You make your way outside to the bleachers, the area where Vi, her friends and some of yours all hang out before school. You quickly spot her bright pink hair which is dripping slightly from an after-practice shower. The rain has lightened up a bit, but it doesn’t matter since the bleachers are covered. She’s sitting on the silver bleachers, her girlfriend Caitlyn settled comfortably in between her spread out legs. They smile brightly when you approach them.

“Hey squirt!” Vi calls and you roll your eyes but you’re smiling. The nickname stemmed years ago from admiration when she finally grew taller than you. Vi should be in college but due to her dedication to athletics, she may or may not have failed enough classes to keep her behind for an extra year. She doesn’t seem to mind though, she met Caitlyn and gets to hang out at The Lanes High School a little longer.

“Vi I’m not even a year younger than you! We’re in the same grade.” You deadpan and she chuckles. “Aw but you’re still like a lil’ sister to me.” She defends and you take the opportunity to do what you came over here for.

“Speaking of, where’s Jinx?” You ask, your foot tapping anxiously a little against the grass. Vi’s face falls slightly, which makes your stomach drop then twist with worry. She’s quickly smiling again.

“Hey, just messin’ with ya. She’s home. Caught a cold. She wanted to come in but I made her stay, you know how stubborn she is.” You release a breath when you hear that your girlfriend is fine, well as fine as she can be with a cold. “Do I ever.” You smile slightly with a shake of your head.

“Vi, darling we’ve got to get to class.” Caitlyn speaks then, her accented voice smooth as silk as she looks up at her girlfriend. “Right. Well, see ya later!” Vi stands up, throwing her backpack over her shoulder and offering Caitlyn a hand.

“Want me to stop by the office and give ‘em an excuse for you? Guessing you’re cutting now?” Vi offers and you give her a grateful smile. Sometimes you swear she can read minds with how well she knows you all. The second she’d said Jinx was sick, you were already planning to go and be with her.

“Thanks Vi, you’re the best.” You wave goodbye to the pair as Vi wraps her arm around Cait’s waist. “I know.” She smirks and Caitlyn rolls her eyes fondly. “Hey good luck taking care of our girl, she a handful when sick.” Is Vi’s last word before you nod and they make their way into the school.

You’re immediately putting up the hood to your raincoat and making your way out to your car in the parking lot. It takes a second to get her engine going and you make a mental note to have Jinx look at it when she’s better. Then you’re making the quick ten minute drive to your girlfriend’s house.

Soon you’re letting yourself in with the spare key she gave you a while back. “Jinx?” You call out as you make your way into the general living area before checking the kitchen too. You peek your head into her bedroom but it’s also empty, which means you’d bet anything she’s in the garage at her makeshift workbench where she spends 90% of her time.

“Jinx, babe, you here?” You call out once more as you make your way there. Instead of hearing your girlfriend’s familiar gentle raspy voice, you hear a harsh, painful sounding cough coming from the other room, and it’s loud enough that echos over the music she’s also blasting.

Immediately rushing to find her, you enter the garage and indeed find her sitting at her workbench, hunched over some new gadgets she’s working on. You lean against the wall a moment, taking a second to watch her in her element. You love seeing her get so into her own space, but when she muffles a pair of wet sneezes into her shoulder, you make yourself known by turning off her record player.

“Wha—? Oh! Heya toots!” Jinx spins around in her chair, sounding surprisingly energetic for someone who looks like she definitely has a fever.

The first thing you notice when she faces you is the bright pink flush to her cheeks and red tipped nose. Said nose twitches slightly a moment later and she’s quickly turning away to sneeze again, this time into the crook of her arm.

“Bless you.” You hum in lieu of greeting as you cross the room and come up behind her, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and looking at the jumble of tech in front of her.

“Whatcha working on?” You ask, pressing a light kiss to her bare shoulder. She’s wearing sweatpants and tank top, her own designs graffitied on the front.

“Nothin’ much. What are ya doing here?” She asks as she continues to work and you move to pull up a stool, propping your face up with your hand as you lean on the wooden surface. You reach out and curl a few strands of her loose blue hair in your fingers.

“You didn’t show up, I was worried. Vi told me you’re sick, hmm? So why aren’t you in bed?” You wonder and she sets down her tools, turning to you with a shy smile and a strong sniff.

“I dunno what you’re on about babes, I feel right as rain.” She jokes lightly and you can hear deep congestion in her tone and see the exhaustion hidden behind her gaze. You roll your eyes. “Really…” you reach up and gently cup her cheek with one hand while the other one carefully removes her safety goggles from her forehead before you press the back of your hand there.

Just as you thought, she’s burning up. “…so this fever you’ve got? Decided to ignore it, huh?”

Jinx chuckles slightly at your words. “Seems that way.” Is her reply, then she releases a tired sigh and leans forward, resting her head to your chest. “I kinda feel like crap. Jus’ don’ like sittin around.” She admits softly and you lift her chin up you can look her in the eyes.

“Let’s get you back to bed hmm? I know you don’t like resting, but you need it.” You murmur softly, hoping she’ll agree with you, though with the way her eyelids are fluttering every few seconds, you know she’s exhausted. Your girlfriend only nods and you smile, hoping off the stool and holding your hand out for her. She takes it and you lead her back to her bedroom.

It’s not long before she’s tucked in, a fresh glass of water on her nightstand, and a couple fever reducing pills already working their way through her system. She looks up at you, her big blue eyes tired and soft with admiration. “Will-will you stay with me? I don’t want you to miss school…but I also really don’t want to be alone right now.” A pout forms on her plump pink lips and you resist the urge to kiss her right then and there.

“Of course, baby. I’m not worried about missing a few classes, especially when I have such a good reason to…” You crawl onto the bed in front of her and lean forward to kiss her forehead sweetly. Jinx’s brows scrunch slightly in mock confusion. “Oh, ‘nd what reason is that?” You wait a beat before throwing yourself carefully into her arms, gently tackling her against the fluffy pillows.

The sound of her laugh makes your heart feel fuzzy and your chest warm as you gaze lovingly at her, the two of you now lying there, your arms wrapped comfortingly around her. “My girlfriend is sick and in desperate need of cuddles, I can’t possibly go to school knowing that!” You exclaim but suddenly her laughing turns to coughing and she’s turning away into her pillow to avoid coughing on you.

Your face immediately falls as you move to rub her back. A few seconds later and she turns back to face you, her cheeks even more flushed after the force of her fit. With a sympathetic sigh, you cup her cheek and lean in slightly to kiss her forehead again. It’s still much too warm under your lips and your own forehead crinkles in worry as Jinx’s hand starts to play with the hair that falls easily around your shoulders.

She offers a tired smile as she gazes into your tender eyes. “Thank you baby, for staying…hey…your hairs’ wet.” She notes and you chuckle slightly. “Yeah it’s raining today.” You state like it’s obvious but over her shoulder you can see her curtains are closed.

“…guess I wouldn’t know, been ‘sleep for a while.” She mumbles and her eyes soften impossibly more as she looks at you. “Poor love.” You hum before moving to sit up and your girlfriend mirrors the action. You bring an arm around her shoulders as you lean against the pillows and she curls herself into you.

“Ugh it’s just so annoying…I feel s-so gro…gruu-hhuh-nhuhh’Schuhh!…ugh gross.” Jinx sneezes into your shirt, her body choosing to emphasize her point. “Bless you babe.” You run your fingers up and down her arm as she sniffs harshly, letting out an annoyed whine. You don’t care at all that she sneezed on you, in fact you find it a little endearing that she’s so comfortable with you that she lets her guard down so much.

“I’m sorry you feel so lousy…how ‘bout I make you some tea for your throat while you change into some fresh pajamas? Getting out of these sweaty clothes might help a bit.” You suggest and she looks up at you, her eyebrows raised. “I’m not sweaty!” She huffs and you roll your eyes.

“Hate to break it to that pretty little fevered brain of yours, but yeah, you kinda are.” You laugh as she wrinkles her nose. “Ugh gross! Remind me why you’re here again?”

You smile widely. “Uhhh because you’re my girlfriend and I love you?” You answer in a joking tone but you both know your words are sincere. She blushes slightly, opening her mouth to say something else but you interrupt her. “Even when you’re a little ball ‘o germs.” You laugh a little and it’s her turn to roll her eyes at you but she holds you a little tighter.

“You know if you stay you’re probably gonna catch this crap.” Is her response, her brows knitted together slightly. You just simply hum and kiss her hair. “Babe, I really don’t care. Plus we spend like all our time together, I’ve probably already gotten it, or if I haven’t then maybe I wont. Don’t worry about me.”

You feel her shift slightly so she can place a featherlight kiss to the side of your neck. “God you’re such a sap.” She hums and you huff out a laugh. “And here I thought you liked that about me!”

She scoffs at your terrible joke. “Stop, you know I do.”

“Okay, okay, pjs and tea?” You prompt and Jinx nods against you before stretching and then making her way off of you. By the time you’re up and by the door, she’s already digging around in her drawers. “I’ll be back in a minutes love.” You call to her and make your way to the kitchen.

A few minutes later and you’re humming quietly to yourself as you search for your girlfriend’s favorite mug, setting it down on the counter next to the teapot. You feel warm arms wrap around your waist from behind and you smile softly when Jinx tucks her face against your shoulder.

“Whatcha doin’ Jinx?” You ask just as the pot shrills and you carefully start pouring out the hot water into the mug.

“Mhmm missed you.” She murmurs against you and you hold back a laugh. “I haven’t even been gone five minutes. Seems like you’re the sap here.” You turn in her hold. Wrapping your own arms around her body and she leans her face to your chest.

“Mmm.” She just hums and you can tell she’s getting really tired. “Back to bed, hmm?” You kiss her soft blue hair. She nods and you grab her tea before the two of you make your way back to her bedroom with your arm wrapped around her shoulders. You smile internally at her new outfit, a different pair of thick cozy sweatpants and a baggy blue and pink sports shirt. It can sometimes drive you crazy when she dresses so casual, though you always think she looks hot.

You settle her back in bed, handing her the tea before finding the extra clothes you leave here for moments just like this and quickly change into them before slipping under the covers with her. You turn dims the lights, hoping it will help with the headache you’re guessing she has. You pull the blankets up snugly around the two of you and she cuddles right up to you.

“Comfortable?” You hum as she takes a few sips of the hot tea and you feel her body relax into your hold. She nods, eyes starting to feel heavier as she envelopes herself in your warmth. She doesn’t protest when you take the mug from her before she can skill it on herself and you set it on the bedstand stand.

You hold Jinx gently, keeping one arm tucked around her at all times, cradling her to your side while your other hand runs soothingly along her arm, sometimes moving to gently scratch her head. You exchange small words here and there, mostly you blessing her when she sneezes, or you murmuring soft nothings in her ears as you run your fingers through her hair.

It’s not long though before the only sounds are her soft snuffles, breathy coughs and the sound of you flipping the pages of a book you’d found within teach and started reading to keep your mind busy.

And this is how you stay for the rest of the day, reading, soothing your girlfriend and tending to her as she drifts in and out of small fevered naps. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be than right here, feeling the slow steady breaths of Jinx’s sleepy breathing synch with your own. Eventually, Caitlyn and Vi will come home from their practices, Vi sweaty and in need of a shower, and Caitlyn still wearing her cheerleading ribbons in her hair, and they’ll find the two of you curled up asleep together, and of course Vi will snap a quick picture before the two of them go about their afternoon, but for now, it’s just you and Jinx. It’s your favorite way to be.

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cringecatgirl · 3 months ago

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10+ Year Transition Timeline

Posting the thing that cracked my egg for my 10 year tranniversary

5th Jan passed by about a month ago, but better late than never. This is a very long post, with 30+ photos over about 14 years

Pre-transition 2011-2014 The question of how I knew I was trans? I had The Feeling from about age 11 (2008), reading a gender-bender manwa called PhD: Phantasy Degree in the school library. Wherein the Protag, Lady Sang, has a ring that swaps her gender once removed. Childhood was a difficult time, and I often would go to bed dreaming of comforting scenarios where I would be able to use this kind of power on myself (yes i like forcefem, how could you tell?)

The biggest barrier for my transition for the next 6 years was simply that I wasnt aware that transitioning was a possibility, or more accurately, viable. As a kid, I was aware of The Transexuals that appeared as a butt of a joke on TV, but it felt like an impossibility if you weren't rich and had connections, requiring many surgeries and god knows what else; how they were also depicted as unattractive, undesireable and fetishistic.

2015 The first year In early January, I came across a trans timeline post on imgur.com by sheer luck. What really struck out to me is how happy, and how beautiful everyone seemed post-transition. I'll never forget the feeling of discovering that those funny little dreams I have might not be just me who does. I looked into the comments and discovered what transitioning meant, as well as that most of the people only used HRT, which was relatively inexpensive compared to what I had been expecting. The next day I awoke after having a dream wherein I was looking into a mirror atop a hill, and seeing a girl looking back. Once I awoke, I decided then to transition; simply based of the massive euphoric feeling of seeing myself as a woman.

Sadly however, I didn't really have a clue what I was doing, or what I wanted. I was terrible at asking for help or researching. I was pretty broke too, so experimenting was quite difficult. My sister moved to London and my city didnt really have a great LGBTQ scene (still doesnt 10 yrs later), so I was basically by myself. In these photos above, I think I started telling my close friends and family but I really struggled to make any meanful change to my appearance. My one goal was to start the NHS HRT track, which was supposed to be a 18 month wait list. Due to my inexperience (and being a bit socially inept) with navigating the NHS and my GP, I wouldnt start HRT until 2019, almost 4 years later. If theres one thing I could go back in time to change, it would be to DIY HRT.

2016-2018 I'd left college and begun work. I didn't feel like I passed at all, and absolutely hated voice training. I don't really remember much about this time of my life, it felt like waiting for HRT so I could start living. In hindsight, I was very depressed. I ghosted a lot of my IRL friends and working in fast food was sucking the life out me. I was very unhappy with how I looked, and didn't know how to fix it. My wardrobe consisted of pretty basic & safe outfits, like jeans & hoodies; I didn't have an experimental phase like so many other trans women did. I was decent at makeup but made so many mistakes that people often laughed at me for. I spent most of my time in this period escaping into MMO's with my discord friends and working ~50 hours a week. Sadly, I think I lost a significant amount of hair due to stress during this period of my life. Some has since grown back, but not all.

2019 (CW: SA) This is the only year I don't have any photos of, which is somewhat odd since I started HRT in May. But it was also one of my lowest points. I was at the breaking point with stress from work and didn't have many IRL friendships, in addition to working with my Dad to sell his house.

This was also the year when I was sexually assaulted on the way home from work. I would then repress this for over 5 years, as of writing, I have my first appointment in 6 days.

By the end of 2019, I had left my crappy fast food job and was living in a house share, unbeknownst that the world was about to drastically change. My mental health was starting to improve with starting HRT, I'd also learned that I had a natural testosterone defeciency, which explained why I had almost no body hair and little facial hair growth (though i still needed to epilate). However, the NHS used this to determine that I didn't require anti-androgens, and I deeply regret not challenging them on this, as I learned it was a huge mistake on their part.

2020-2022 Immediately you can tell how much HRT affected my face and body in just a year. I'd also put on a decent amount of weight as a result of a fast food addiciton. I'd begun to feel better in myself, but still didnt like my appearance. 2020 felt like a turning point in my mental health, I started a cross-Atlantic long distance relationship with another trans woman that lasted about 3.5 years. Though this gave me emotional fufillment, I craved physical affection and initmacy. During this period, it felt like something between coasting and stagnation. I wasn't satisfied with how my life was but didn't have the drive to change things. I thought I was less depressed here but I think just barely.

In late 2023, I entered the lowest part of my life. I was unhappy with the state of my living conditions, my relationship, my appearance, and so many other small things. I was working a 9-5 whilst trying to maintain a relationship where my girlfriend would get off work at 10pm. Sleeping after work was impossible whilst living at my Mothers, and moving wasn't an option due to noise complaints. I wanted to loose weight, start prog, change my wardrobe, start wearing makeup again, start voice training, dye my hair, and start taking care of myself. I was so tired of feeling like a genderless blob. And I hit my breaking point. I quit my quite-decent-paying-but-otherwise-insufferable call center job and went back into fast food, simply so I could be with girlfriend more often. I hit the gym, started prog and all the other small things. I attempted voice training again, but this time decided not to listen to my own voice. I would judge how good my voice was based on how people responded. I found they would small talk and be way more chatty to me than before, in addition to less misgendering even after 2 weeks of training.

2024 was one of the best years I've ever had. But it started with a breakup. I was distraught at the time, but in hindsight I truly think it was for the best. The first month was incredibly difficult, but I kept up my routines of self improvement. I lost about 8kg (starting from 98kg) and finally found the style I like, goth. But it still felt like something was missing Soon after the breakup, I lost my job, but this was a blessing in disguise. I got referred in to where my Mother works, and soon found this missing piece that I needed.

Holy shit does a hair cut make a difference I felt like a completely new person, and people treated me so so so much better. I'd get compliments almost every day. I actually loved my appearance, and taking photos. I reconnected with my school friends I'd alienated. I felt confident about dating. I hit my weight goal of 85kg, and starting taking prog the right way. My mental health had never been better. By the end of the year, I'd moved out of my Mother's house, who had been manipulative and abusive up until this point.

2025

So here I am, 10 years later. I've still got things to finish off, mainly fixing my testosterone levels. But it truly feels like the end of the road.

Don't ever give up, no matter how far in you are. Happiness will often not find you, you have to pry it from the Earth yourself.

#transfem #trans timeline #trans #trans woman #before and after

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popcornforone · 1 year ago

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Drenched

A Mr Ben Fan Fic

I need help. I am always in a Dave York pit, however I am really really really feeling Mr Ben at the moment. I had no intention to write this at all. I have so many in draft that I wanted to get done but on November 6 an idea came into my head & I then spent nearly 2hours starting. I have no idea when you will read this but I really like what I’ve written here.

Synopsis:- your car is being repaired, & your on your way to college in a storm. Circumstances beyond your control, lead you to the best kind of lazy day to snuggle in doors.

Word Count: 4100

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! PIV sex. Established relationship. Swearing, angst, teasing, fingering. Mentions of oral & previous sexual encounters. Dirty talk. Innuendo & things implied. Cream Pie, tasting, mentioned or sex in a public place, talk of gagging.

Thanks as always for the read peoples it’s really appreciated. All feed back is welcome. Enjoy

5 days the garage said. 5 days & your car would be back. 5 days & it would be repaired from the rival men’s hockey team taking it out on the nearest car possible when they lost, which just happened to be yours. You didn’t know until right at the end of the match as you were doing the college radio commentary for the game. The college said they would pay for all your repairs & 3 of the rival team have now been kicked off their scholarships. That makes you feel a little bit better but not right now.

It’s now been 8 days since they said 5 & it’s properly fall. It’s dropped in temperature. It’s raining & the bus stop is 10min Walk from your apartment to get to the campus. You’re there as a mature student. Getting your masters studying 2 days a week while you work the other 3 in your job. This will leas to a promotion though, your work have said that. That’s why you were working & commentating on the hockey game. You’re lined up to be the next big sports reporter on tv. NFL Super Bowl anchor one day has even been mentioned by some people in the industry that know what they are taking about. You blushed when you heard this. Your potential is already being recognised.

You waited as long as you could for the rain to slow down before you take the most sheltered walk to the bus stop. No amount of clothes & layers & waterproofs will protect you. You have a change of clothes in your bag. You stride over puddles & avoid the splash points walking under as many shelters as you can. But then it happens. The bus you are meant to catch is early & your still 2mins away from your stop so you start to run, knowing if no one is at your stop you will be late or will need to call an Uber. That would be have been the sensible thing to do to start with. You’re good at jogging but not in the rain so you start to gather momentum. But in Your haist, you’ve neglected where your feet are going on the path.

Splash!

The bus hits the deep puddle in the road right next to you. Drenching you in seconds making you stop in your tracks.

“Fuck!” You shout as the bus keeps going, spray flying into the air covering any other crazy person who’s out in this rain & because no one is waiting doesn’t stop at your stop. It just keeps going.

“Oooh for fuck…” but your expletive is stopped by the lorry that then also hits the puddle & covers you. It uses its horn too.

“FUCK YOU!” You scream as you trudge your sodden mess of a being into the bus stop & sit down for a few seconds. Your shivering, hands are shaking. You could just turn around & go home & do this on zoom but you’re resilient & you’ve got to where you are in life because of this. However this weather, the splashing & the bus have made you think today is not your day. Everyone can have bad days & you feel your bottoms lip quiver.

Beep beep! A horn goes off, you don’t pay attention to it probably some jerk mocking you. BEEP!!!

“Urgh” you go & look up to moan & be all grumpy & moody but then you stand there in shock. A friendly face in a blue Ford is waving at you. It starts off your own water works & you as you cry, rush & leap into the back seat of the car. This is no strangers car. You quickly shut the door & let the emotions take hold. A warm friendly hand from the drivers seat leans into you from the front.

“You’re soaked” he says “didn’t I tell…” but his voice trails off when he sees you’re crying. “Hey hey hey.” He turns the engine off & puts his hazards on so no one hits his car & his face turns to face you. Bens face no matter what, is always reassuring & soft. “It’s okay I’m here, you’re safe, okay you look like a drowned rat but…” you sadly pout at him. “Sorry trying to make you smile” Ben smirks. “It’s better you laugh then cry” that perks you up slightly & your lips almost smile at him as you grab the towel he has on the back seat for when the travels with his cat to wipe you down slightly. It doesn’t bother you if you’re now covered in cat hair.

“You like my little smile Ben”

“Hey what can I say, I’m a romantic who likes the small things in life” the way his hand feels against your cheek has you blushing & feeling rather warm.

“Thank you though Ben, this is…”

“You still should have called me this morning, I’d have gone out my way to pick you up” knowing your calmer Ben turns back around & turns the engine on & take the two of you to the college.

When you arrive at college you you look at your phone to see a notification pop up.

“Typical arghhhh” you growl, as Ben parks his car in a teachers spot.

“What’s up now?” He says sarcastically as he does his coat up.

“I was rushing in for a writing lecture with Professor Steven’s but his own kids school is shut due to flooding, so he’s not going to be in today. I got drenched for nothing” Ben turns to face you & sees the frustration in your eyes.

“Hey, just remember what we said the other week” you roll your eyes at him & say in unison mocking him in his teachers voice “everything happens for a reason”

“Yea I know Ben but still. My next lecture today isn’t until 1pm. I’ve made this journey for no reason.” Ben shakes his head at your negative attitude.

“You’re as moody as the weather today you know that” you raise an eyebrow at him & sigh.

“It’s not my fault Mr Ben” you snap back, frustrated with life. He knows you’re in a mood when you call him that. He much prefers it when you call him your handsome professor. You were introduced at the writing meet up at the start of term. A few flirty words, became a coffee, then dinner & a movie, & have now become a relationship. Spending alternate weekends at each others apartments. The way he makes you cum you’ve never experienced before. His hands are masterful on your clit. Because you’re a mature student it’s not frowned upon, & he doesn’t teach you. He’s not breaking any rules. You could have easily had met it at a bar one day. But maybe the way you shout ”ooh professor teach me about kinky sex” shouldn’t really go into the college open guide for prospective new students. Especially as Mr Ben like to gag you & you send nudes to each other each night. A few 3am hook ups have happened when things have got out of hand on face time. He’s often the one rushing to yours to pleasure you until you both sleep through your alarms the next morning. That happened 2 weeks ago.

Ben doesn’t say a word & gets out the car & slams the door making you jump. Your lips quivering in sadness again, as you try to hold everything in. Today really isn’t your day is it. Your door suddenly flings open & he grabs you by the arm pulling you out the car. The rain still pouring, thunder happening a little way off on this miserable day. He shuts the door behind you & pushes you against the car, before his lips find yours. The movies always make this so romantic. & as much as this does perk you up a little, you’re still moody. Bens kisses can almost solve all of the worlds problems. He moans as his tongue finds your tonsils. You can’t deny that this is fucking sexy. He locks the car & then drags you into the college.

“Come on baby” the main hall is slippery & he holding onto you in your sodden state, walks you both through all the students & up to the 2nd floor to his office. It’s not a secret that Professors Ben isn’t single anymore but some people are shocked when they see it’s you he’s protecting & adoring.

Bens office isn’t one he has to share with anyone. Being head of English he gets one with a small bathroom to himself. He throws you in there.

“There’s towels in my gym bag & a big enough sink for you to soak some of your clothes” & he shuts the door & wanders off. He’s also locked it. Is he punishing you for being in a mood & not getting out of the gloom? No Bens to sweet for for that. He knows you need a good cry & to let it all out. He stand by the door as he hears you sob a little before you head to the bathroom. It breaks his heart a little but you needed this moment. You need a good cry after the morning but as soon as you’re out of your wet clothes your attitude improves straight away.

You don’t even realise when you come out the bathroom in your leggins, dress & college hoodie that Ben has returned & is sitting at his desk on his laptop. On the table is a bacon sandwich & a big cup of tea for you, as he looks at his laptop. You perch on the end of his desk & smile at him.

“Thank you”

“For what”

“For being you, for being mine, for letting me be moody”

“You’re welcome I guess” he pokes his glasses further up his nose & smirks. “You always said if I can’t handle you at your worse I don’t deserve you” his big brown eyes dazzle back at you.

“That’s not me at my worse” you say as you bite into the warm toast & bacon.

“Well you’re moodiest then…?” He sees the smile on your face as he teases you. “There it is, that famous smile, the smile that everyone wants to see but only I get to” he stands up & takes a bite out of your sandwich.

“Ben!”

“What?” he says mouth full trying not to laugh “I paid for it, what you gonna do about it?” You then lick your lips before you kiss him & bite his. “Keep doing that & I won’t do any teaching today” he smirks before he softly kisses you back.

“Well maybe that’s what I want, I mean after all my handsome professor did save me from getting wet” you sip your tea, slurping which has Bens heart rate accelerate.

“That i did” Ben puts the bacon sandwich down & his hand trail up from your knees to your thighs, your leggings are thin it’s almost like he’s stroking your skin. “But i…” he then stops thinking it’s too smutty.

“Finish it Ben” you fully uncross & spread your legs & he pulls you so his hardening groin rubs against your pussy. Both still completely clothed. Ben chuckles & then say the words.

“… I think I can make sure you’re not just wet but drenched & soaked.” His hand starts to stroke your entrance, knowing the feel of your panties & legging will cause friction against your clit. Your roll your head back & sigh in pleasure.

“Ooh professor” you moan.

“You like that baby”

“Fuck yes”

“Do you want me?”

“Ooh Ben yes,” your breath is hitched.

“Want your professor to teach you to be nice when people do you a favour? Want your professor to fuck you in his office again?” You both usually have no lessons after lunch on a Thursday & Ben will always use that for his ‘special tutor session’ well that’s what it say in his diary. You’ve been walked in on once since these meet ups started at college. A department assistant needed a book & just walked in while you were sitting in bens chair in just his dark blue shirt, as he licked your pussy dry. Safe to say from that day on Ben has double locked the door on Thursdays.

“Yea Ben, please me Ben” your hand is on his belt undoing it when the room plunged into darkness.

“Ahhhh” you screech” is this a game Ben?” Your body trembles.

“Nope I’m not that clever enough to do that.” He replys & he pulls you in close to him. Lightning lights up the room from his window before the emergency lighting comes on & the college tannoy announce system starts.

‘Due to the incoming storm, unless it is unsafe for you to do so, lessons are cancelled for today. This is a message for all staff & students to leave as safety as you can, if you can’t leave the cafeteria on the first floor will be serving free food & drink all day’

You look at Ben & his hand cups your face.

“Can I have a lift home baby?” You ask & do your innocent eyes at him. Eyelashes fluttering.

“See is it so hard to ask for a bit of help”

“Well no, you’re right there, but I have alternative motives” you say as you pack your damp clothes into a carrier bag after ringing them out of the sink.

“Do you now?” He raises an eye brown as he put his stuff in his bag & put his coat back on.

“I do, you see as much as a lesson in your office is good, I know my bed is much more comfortable for a more personal lesson”

“What make you think I don’t have work to do & that I don’t want to go home to my cat Mr Collins?” He asks.

“Seriously?” You slump a little as you were not looking at his face & then see the sarcastic look on it. “Fuck you Ben” you zip your coat up & pout.

“Ooh you will in about 25minutes.” He says & he rubs his nose against yours before he ushers you out of his office to lock it up. Those work trouser always make his bum look nice & plump as he bends over to grab his bag that he put on the floor as he locked the office.

You rush into your apartment to avoid the increasing resilient rain & shut the door behind Ben & go & turn the heating on but it’s as you feared. The whole block has no power. Bens phone then pings.

“Yea my building has no power too, so it’s not like we can head there either” he says as he hangs his coat up.

“Well we best go get warm some other way shouldn’t we” you take his hand & walk him to your bedroom. “Unless you really do want to go home”

“& miss an afternoon of sex with you… fuck no” he’s kicking off his shoes as he walks along to your bedroom. Once in your bedroom , you light a few candles on your dresser for a little bit of light & Ben scoffs. “Thought I was the romantic one”

“I have my moments baby” you reply as you walk over to him & start unbuttoning his shirt. “& right now I want you to teach me how to be a romantic lover”

“Oooh baby I can’t teach that” he says as he grabs the hem off your dress before he takes it off over your head. The lightning outside crashes as he admires your spotty blue bra “you already do that anyhow beautiful” you sit on the bed & shuffle off your leggings & he loses his trousers. His grey briefs don’t hide how much he wants you. A slow large soft hand strokes your shoulder as he peppers kisses around your neck, just in the crook. Your favourite spot. Your eyes close in pleasure. One hand ruffling his slightly damp hair from the rush inside from the rain. The other feeling his length from above the cloth, edging him on, getting him ready. As his lips embrace yours for a tender kiss his hands unclip your bra.

“All the bloods not rushed to your cock yet then Ben” you mumble before you continue the kiss. He’s smirking this is only the 3rd time since you started having sex that he’s taken it off in one go.

“You always said I had masterful hands.” He cups your breasts, your nipples hardening at each motion he does on them. You’re so aroused that you might not even need him inside you to make you cum.

Out of habit he lays you down on the bed. His whole weight on top of you. He penis pulsing inside his briefs, & one of those large hands inside your panties. Your clit being attended to as your kisses get much more passionate.

“God you’re wet already baby” he says as his strokes get more intense. You have no words in reply. “Good girl” he lifts off your body & slowly peels your sodden panties from your body. His eyes always dilate at the sight of you naked. He always wonders how he got so lucky. “Godess” he whispers as he pulls his briefs down to reveal his girthy length. You without realising moan deeply & lick your lips, knowing just how the pinch is going to satisfy your needs. He lies back in the bed being your big spoon. You’ve moved up a little so your head is on the pillow. The kissing resumes & so does the pleasing if your clit. Your own hand now jerking his length. His low moans rattles like the thunder outside.

“Ben, make me yours” your teeth graze his lips.

“You already are beautiful” your pelvis is moving at a same rhythm to his hand now. You turn to your side Lying on you right, facing the window. The storm still bellowing outside the candles flickering away. You’re gently grind into his lap & he moans. “Oooh baby you want this”.

“Mmmmhmmmmm” you mumble & then gasp. He’s turned to be a full on spoon & is stroking his length against your slick. Coating it, ready for fun.

“Oooh you do like that baby” you nod in reply & then feel it as ben adjusts your legs & his body & he slowly inserts his erect penis inside you. All the way. In one go, the entire shaft. Your hand grabs the pillow as noise escapes your mouth before there’s a long drag against your walls before he glides fully back in. “Oooh you take me so well” he says a seductive look back at you as you turn your head.

“Yes Ben oh yess baby” you’re stumbling to find other words in your vocabulary. He’s dragging you, each slow draw against you feels exquisite. He has a quick look from over your left shoulder that he’s been kissing to see how good it looks. You always feel so tight to him, but he always can go fully in, balls deep, & he looks at the magnificent site, proud of the both of you.

“You enjoying this baby”

“Yes Ben”

“So good so right so tight, oooh my baby girl, you make me want more”

“Who says you can’t?” Your lips take his & a long sloppy kiss commences. This is all it takes for him to speed up & find a more vigorous rhythm.

You both moan & hum. A low but panty noise. It’s drowned out only by the thunder outside. Every now & then the lightning fills the room. Crashing & hitting hard like he is doing when he finds your gspot. He bites your lip when you quiver the first time. He knows he’s found it. He can feel your body tremble. Feel it rive in pleasure. He’s alternating his kisses as you lie there & moan his name.

“Oooh ben oooh baby yes yes yessss” it’s a strained cry.

“Fuck sweetheart” he’s working his pace further. “Oooh my love oooh fuck”

“Oooh fuck ben more”

“More?”

“Fuck please”

“God you’re needy” be nips around your neck”but your cunts glorious” & he ramps his pace up even more. How does he feel bigger than he did at the start? Maybe you’re so in the zone, you are just lost in this trance of passionate love making. But he hits the spot with each thrust.

“Ooooooh fuck fuck fuck Ben” your moaning is getting loud as he withdraws & lays you on your back. You gasp at the loss of him but as soon as he’s happy that you’re lying facing up at him he’s back on top of you. It was only a few seconds he wasn’t inside of you & his penis is covered in your juices, but the feel as he dives back in & grind down on you hard is insane. “Ooooh yessssss”

“Fuck baby” he lifts your legs & puts your feet on his shoulders. When your minds not in a sex glazed fog, you can see his jaw is clenched as he pummels you. His cock feeling phenomenal. His body sticky with sweat. He may be a handsome professor but right now Mr Ben is fucking you like it’s your wedding night. It’s rampant passionate & sexy.

“Ben oooooh fuck Ben” your screams & moans are now louder than the lightning. You see bens silhouette when the shadows appear on the wall from the extra light. He’s a monster of a man in size so broad & he is all yours.

“Fuck darling Jesus fucking Christ, your so tight”

“Yes yes yes yes yes I’m almost there baby”

“You wanna drench me?”

“Yes”

“You wanna soak me”

“Ooooh yes”

“you want to…”

“Oooooh fuck” you interrupt his sentence. It was almost a tease what he says because that’s what you do. You squirt, as your orgasm from over stimulation hits you like a train. Pleasure explodes out of every part of you as Ben watches in awe at the mess you are making.

“God that’s sexy, oooh fuck” 3 jolted thrusts later, he cums inside you. Filling you up, coating you, his body twitches & he screams your name at the top of his high. “Oooh fuck baby oooh fuck”

“Oh Ben oooh fuck ben” you don’t think you’ve ever breathed this heavily in your life, as you open your eyes & slowly come down from your extreme high & realise what you did. You slowly lower your legs off his shoulders as he leans back & admires the state of the mess you’ve made.

He doesn’t hesitate. Ben drops his head between your thighs as soon a he has come too & he laps away. His cock is still hard & dripping.

“Oooh baby” you snarl & run your fingers through his hair pushing his lips further into you, as his tongue licks you out. You don’t cum as he abruptly stops. His face glistens, covered in you & him. Well you think that’s the scene before you. You’re over taken by the taste of his lips that are sticky & consists of you both. He holds your head in place as you go back to his hair with your hand.

“We taste good together”

“Yes we do Ben” he’s pushing hard against you, almost ready for another round he’s not gone soft yet. He hitches against your enterance as the kiss continues. But you then both jolt. You hear a rumble but it’s not the thunder from the storm. It’s your building generator. The power is coming back on.

“What was that?” He asks distracted for a few seconds.

“The powers coming back”

“Did we make enough electricity between us baby, to restart it” he says before your neck receives the next round of kisses your nails dig into his back.

“Ben we’re so electric, the grid would flood”

“Is that so” he smirks he’s almost inside you as his hand caresses your tummy. “Well you’ve been wet & drenched & even squirting…” you bashfully smile at that. Still you can’t believe that’s even possible ”let’s get the flooding sorted too” & he pushes deeply inside you making you moan. The power might be back on but the only connection either of you need this afternoon is your body’s moving as one. A storm maybe brewing but those rumbles of thunders don’t meet the noises you & your handsome professor make for the next few hours. The candles have long flickered out by the time your afternoon delight is over.

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wrongtvrns · 5 months ago

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❝ I THANK WHATEVER GODS MAY BE FOR MY UNCONQUERABLE SOUL. ❞

STATS:

Name: Bear Ludlow

Age: 35

Face Claim: Brandon Sklenar

Occupation: Park ranger & Tracker

Neighborhood: Jackson Hill

Gender & Pronouns: Cis male & he/him

BIOGRAPHY:

Trigger Warnings: child abandonment, drug abuse and addiction, kidnapping

A feral youth was spawned by growing up in poverty. Bear's parents weren't the wealthy kind. They started from young love, too young, and thus never really amounted to much of anything. Not for not trying, they unfortunately handicapped themselves before they could really get going. Their first child came too early, just after graduating high school, and life turned from youthful discovery of the world ahead of them to working to make ends meet and provide for the family they hadn't planned for. Bear came next some five years later and was an absolute accident. Something he felt strongly his entire youth. Then there was one more oops after him.

When the youngest Ludlow hit the terrible two's that as when Bear's mother made her great escape. To this day no one is quite sure where she ended up or what happened in her life post Woodside, but he doesn't really bother himself with those thoughts. Not too much, at least. This event left his father to be the sole provider and caretaker of 3 children and to some extent that caused him to subconsciously check out. He did work 3, sometimes 4, jobs but he was never around or present for his children. How could he be? At most he made sure they had some sort of roof over their heads and did his best to provide food and clothing. Everything else? That was up to the Ludlow children.

For Bear that meant getting up to no good. Little scrapes with the law. Petty crimes. Though, for him, it was a gateway into the world of drugs. With too many burdens on his shoulders far too young and a heaviness in his chest drugs were a wonderful escape. Going down that path only further drew a line between himself and his peers. The friends that were much better off and doing well in school. As kids they'd never once cared that Bear was poor, as teens, however, the divide was prominent. Loneliness only fueled his drug use and hooligan antics. The moment Bear was saved was the sheriff dropping him on his grandfather's doorstep. The old man was a no bullshit kind of man. Old school. When he saw the mess that Bear was, not missing the potential in his eyes, he resorted to breaking him down and building him back up the old fashioned way.

With some begging, laboring jobs took on Bear, likely seeing the potential in the strapping teenager as well. He was built strong, tough, there was grit in him. Fisherman's Landing was where he started and with hard work enforced on him, Bear sweated out the drugs. Quickly he became almost militant in his servitude. He'd grown quiet and knew to listen, follow, take orders. The young man became reliable and as someone weathered for hardships he didn't balk when things got a bit tough. After obtaining his GED Bear was able to go onto community college, earn his Associate's, and then move onto a state university to get a degree in parks and recreation. It was a strategic move. He had no designs on raising working in community, Bear simply thought it would be useful.

With his grandfather's property edging along the state park borders Bear often went exploring and learned both from trial and error but also from his grandfather how to be a survivalist. The old man was the one that taught Bear how to track. At first it was simply for hunting purposes but then as Bear built the skill he began to make it more useful outside of that. Working as a ranger it benefited him when it came to finding lost hikers. It also led him to seek out rewards that people offered to help them find missing persons. His success rate hasn't been perfect but it's damn good.

The path to state park ranger and tracker came two ways — experience and education. Bear had grown up in the forestry culture, some from his grandfather but most from being taken in by laborers that offered him work when it came to lumber yards and mills. He went where he'd been told and did the hard work prescribed to him. This was often working heavily forested areas. Perhaps no one would point Bear out for his intelligence but the man has never been dumb. Quiet and attentive he learned every step of the way. Coupled with his education he was easily streamlined into the position he has now. It's one that's beneficial it many ways, garnering him important connections while keeping him in confidence with the conservationists that want to keep the parks open and free. It feels like a win-win.

When it comes to family Bear feels he's the guy anyone can turn to at anytime and he's there to lend a hand. The man is a skilled gunsmith (something learned by way of his grandfather), an excellent shot and hunter, he's big and brutish and someone you want on your side in a physical fight — he's useful. Most importantly, Bear is loyal.

CONNECTIONS:

Is blood thicker than water? — the man has an older brother and a younger sibling. none of them were ever all that close, especially since they were mostly on their own when it came to care, but when bear went down the bad path it certainly drove a wedge between them. there's also a future plot here between the siblings!!

You gave me a hand when everyone else gave me their back — the best friend without the actual label because they don't hangout and treat each other in that way. they always have each other's backs and keep each other's secrets. always a call or text away, will definitely help hide a body if needed.

childhood friends turned adversaries, people he wronged when he was battling his addictions, friends, neighbors, flings, hookups, etc.

#biography — bear ludlow.#woodsideintro

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mariyekos · 1 year ago

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Rambling about walking/jogging/exercise.

I'm trying to go for a 1-2 mile walk every day again and it's nice. I used to do that at least once a day, sometimes more in college, because it was a good way to clear my head/think about things, I like moving, and there were very good places to walk undisturbed that I could get to via walking. When I spent 2 semesters at a sister campus where it was extremely rare for anybody to pass me while walking, I got way into jogging and would end up jogging about half to three-quarters of my 2-3 mile route (distance depended on whether I went along the beach or just turned around when I got there). When I started my current job and had to be in the office every day, I'd do a ~0.75 walk before work and during my breaks most of the time, but when I started working from home I stopped that. I do have to walk around as part of my job, but the distance I walk really varies day to day. And that's all just walking, not jogging. I am not jogging in work clothes.

I've never really been one to walk alone in my neighborhood. Part of it was completely unfounded fear of being a young woman walking alone. I've gotten over that. Part of it is my fear/hatred of people watching me exercise. In High School I did basketball/track, and when I was in the weight room I was okay with it because I usually did it as part of a pair or trio which meant I wasn't alone and they were there for form and stuff. Once I got to college I was alone again, so all I could get myself to do was walk, and then I mostly did it because there weren't that many people around. Then in my last semester I decided to take a weightlifting class where I'd be around people while exercising, and that helped me get over my fear. Class was twice a week, but I'd shoot to go in one or two extra times to workout where I'd inevitably be by myself.

Once I got out of college, some of that fear of exercising in public came back. But I've been working on it. I started out with just walking around my neighborhood, because that's not very strenuous so it doesn't feel like there's much room for judgement. Now I've gone jogging a few times and it feels good.

I've always loved running/jogging. When I was in middle school, I'd sprint from the gates of the school all the way until I made it to the first intersection, just to run. In High School, I was usually the top female runner in my class. (Admittedly, that was because the other athletic girls in my grade just didn't end up in my PE class. I typically ran like a 7:05 mile, my fastest being 6:45. If we'd had any of the distance runners in our class, I would have lost to them. When we did conditioning and ran 2.5-3 miles I'd usually come in 2nd of everyone, only behind the guy who ran a 4:30 mile and won every meet.). I've always been someone who loves running when I can run as fast as I want, for however long I want, for however far I want. Miles and conditioning were okay for that reason. Not my favorite, but I liked running enough not to mind and I liked the challenge of shooting for a faster time. Now I just think about how much I want to do that but don't do it because of that dumb fear/hate of people watching me exercise, which extends to running.

But like I said. I'm getting back into walking, and am trying to get back into jogging. My times are abysmal. I've gone from a 7 minute mile to an 11 minute mile. But I want to get back there. I want to get back to at least a 9 minute mile. Maybe if I pushed myself I could do a 10 minute mile, but right now my route is partially up/downhill with a lot of curves and that definitely messes with my time. That and my knees have been hurting lately, so my body isn't super happy with me. But I want to get back there. It's so much fun to run when my body will support it. So I want to really get back into shape so that I can run longer, because running makes me happy when I go for a long time and I want that happiness again. Even just walking makes me happy! I just know that jogging/running will be even more fun when I work my way there. Part of what's slowing me on my current mile time is also that fear/hatred of people seeing me exert myself, so I don't go as fast as I could....ugh. There's hardly any reason for this fear. But it's there and it's frustrating! I want to get over it!

I also want to get to the point where I'm comfortable going to the gym again. I have dumbells and a bench press at home and I use them, but I really liked using the machines when I was in high school and college, and I don't have any of those at home. Maybe in a few months I'll be back in a place where I can do that. I already changed my work hours to be off earlier so I'd have time to go to the gym before some of the rush. We'll see. I want to get there. I had so much fun being fit and strong. I used to flex, see my muscles, and smile. I want to be proud of my body again. I want to feel the joy of working out and really running and really pushing myself again. It feels so cool to do 300 in the leg press or squat 150 or bench 90 or run a sub 8 minute mile. While doing those things, I felt good. I want to get back there!

#it's not just about conforming to some standard of fitness people say is healthy #it's about me having fun when i'm doing that stuff. because i did! when I do little versions i still do!#so i want to get back up to where I used to be so I can have that fun again. it felt good #erurandomness #erubabbles #erulife

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pisayers · 2 years ago

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An Occurrence on June Avenue

The avenue lights strobed across my eyes as the rims of my glasses shined under the neon green hues. It was a rainy evening once again in the City of Pines, but the majority of the pines are gone and the foggy weather is now infused with some vehicular smoke. The rain pitter-pattered under the billboards and roofs of the different restaurants that slid before me, filling the tiniest of gaps in my sneakers with rainwater. Damn. That’s what everyday basketball does to your Hardens.

I whipped out my umbrella on the right side of my backpack pocket. It was one of those funky manual umbrellas that you had to push all the way to its canopy just to keep it open. It was an annoying piece of rubbish to handle. Occasionally, it just closes in on you like the hard-headed piece of junk it is, but that’s what you have to deal with when your siblings lose the automatic ones every two weeks. I lifted it up over my head and closed my eyes as the raindrops dribbled on the polyester top, nature’s own percussion on concrete and metal.

As I passed by the entrance leading down to the subway station, the roaring of the engines and the yells of the conductors started to dominate the noise landscape. Amidst the controlled chaos, I thought of what I had to say to her once we met by the jeepney parking lot. The words seemed to fly all over the place in my head like the brown birds picking up crumbs on the red sidewalk, but no amount of coffee dates, neck kisses, I love yous, or pregnancy scares is enough to even form a sentence worth explaining the truth beneath the heartstrings. My feet were only getting colder from the water that seeped through, but nothing could prepare me for the cold feet I was about to go through once I got there.

“Huy! Kuya, red light.” shouted the brunette college student to my right.

Right. All that daydreaming and paragraph formulation in my head made me lose track of my position in the fabric of space-time, again. It’s not the first time it has happened either. One time, I was walking down this same avenue lost in my own thoughts when I nearly collided with a beggar struggling to support himself with a cane. I did the goofiest cross to dodge him amidst disgusted looks by the people passing by thinking I was anti-poor or however they viewed the situation. On an overpass once, I nearly rear-ended a blind elderly couple by fixating on the cars roaring beneath me. This time, I didn’t get any weird looks from the onlookers walking by, but a policeman had to follow me until I walked down the overpass just to make sure I wasn’t pickpocketing anybody. I chalked all of these instances up to a mild form of ADHD, but I do not have the medical prognosis nor the cojones to visit a therapist to confirm this statement.

“Ay, sorry po.” I muttered to her as she turned away from me in frustration. Prick. Why does she care about my safety all of a sudden?

That staring contest with the red man at the traffic light could not have lasted longer. My eyes were tearing up, both from the pedestrian embarrassment earlier and the way those were immovable stupid pixels forming the red man lasted forever. Can they just turn grey already?

Almost on cue, the red man was gone in a flash and below it came the green lights in motion forming a green man walking. It was time. Time for me to cross. Time for me to tell her the truth. I could almost feel the subway trains calling for me, rumbling on the basaltic concrete as they crisscross in several directions. I’m getting late.

I spotted her at the edge of the avenue looking unto the intersection, same outfit as usual: white streamlined crop top, black fur jacket with the sleeves hanging by her forearms, and grey sweatpants baggier than that of any rapper you’ve seen on YouTube. It’s not exactly the most attractive combination, but when you glance at the space buns at the top of her head complimenting the heavy mascara and fierce orange contact lenses, she’s suddenly twinkling among the brightest lights on the avenue. The icing on top is the transparent Hello Kitty umbrella twirling over her head, so small that you could mistake it for one of those Japanese parasols you performed with in PE class. The wind kept howling and howling, but it appeared as if everything around her had the aesthetic of a summer breeze.

From a slight jog to a brisk walk to a walk to a shuffling of steps, I was getting closer to her inch by inch, muffling my mini-strides as she looked at the passing taxis and Monteros on the avenue. Now how will I get her attention? Should I tap her on the shoulder? Maybe grab her wrist? A simple “hey” would do, right?

It was too late.

She sensed my lanky shadow getting larger and turned to me with those orange eyes.

“Hi!” she shouted.

“Shhh! Babaan mo boses mo.”

“Bakit? Nasa labas naman tayo ah. Ano ‘to? Kwarto mo?”

The memories started flooding in. The times I would sneak her into the window of my room and we would play NBA 2K on the PS4. The times she would quietly go down the staircase to grab a burger or whatever leftovers there were in the fridge. The times she would scream so randomly that cupping my hand over her mouth was now second nature to me. It was all for nothing, I suppose.

“Tama na. May sasabihin lang ako sa ‘yo kaya tinawag kita dito.”

“Napakaseryoso naman! Sige, ano?”

“Alam mo namang dito ka mag-aaral, di ‘ba?”

She let out a sigh like a dragon’s breath. I got the feeling she knew what the conversation was going to be about.

“Hay. Oo, sa SLU. Bakit?”

“At biyahe ko na rin next month para lumipat sa dorm ng UPD.”

My voice cracked. Tears started flooding my eyes. I closed my umbrella to let the rain wash them away, but it was too late. My eyes were red. The ticking time bomb blew up.

“Babe, sumilong ka dito.”

She beckoned me over to stand under her umbrella. Funny. Reminds me of that Rihanna song. Except that song was about sticking together. Ours was about to break apart.

“’Wag na. Mabilis lang ‘to.”

“Tatapusin na ba talaga natin ‘to?”

You could sense her voice about to give out, as if a flash of thunder hit her on the spot and knocked her over. I get the feeling she knew it was for the best, but she was hanging on to something that was already letting go.

“Wala tayong choice. Paano tayo magkikita?”

“Subukan lang natin, babe.”

“Walang mangyayari.”

The final two words came out of my mouth like daggers aimed straight at her chest. It’s a conversation that has resurfaced many times in the past months. Only now that it has led to something… substantial, to put it mildly.

The deafening silence clouded the city noise like noise-cancelling headphones. No more honking cars flying by. No more random chatter from strangers passing by. No more music from the beggars on the side. The trains below me are now long gone. The tracks have diverged. It’s just the two of us now. Me, drenched under the rain with only a black hoodie to keep me warm, and her tears falling down ruining the mascara and creating black streaks on her cheek. Perhaps the rain could wash away the blood I’ve shed today?

#student

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meditating-dog-lover · 2 months ago

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I'm concerned

I know I talk about how much I love to be healthy and general health, fitness, and wellness. But I do believe I am a hypochondriac.

I feel this does effect my image. Like I have to be the healthiest and fittest person ever.

I want to trust myself that I can follow these habits because I enjoy them and because they're good for me. But I worry I can fall back and lose track and get sick when I'm older. Especially with something irreversible.

I remember being disciplined (although pretty strict) when it came to health and diet in general. I lost weight and got a disciplined sense of health, which generally makes me feel very happy and fulfilled. This was from 2016-2020. Then COVID hit and I lost track and gained weight and ate a lot of junk. Things got a bit better early 2021, then I fell apart in mid 2021. I was going through a lot of pandemic-related depression as well as processing a lot of childhood trauma I avoided dealing with for over a decade. So I lost track of my health and wellness and became miserable.

I developed bad body dysmorphia and then felt miserable about my looks. I avoided looking at myself in the mirror as much as possible and wore winter coats in the summer. I have not looked at my arms in 2.5 years.

Now I'm back to that general disciplined health and wellness mentality I had in college, but more realistic and even healthier because I put my focus on things that matter the most (ex: good sleep over sugar free protein bars) and I processed a lot of childhood trauma. Still, however, I do get scared of getting sick when I'm older.

My skin is much better, but going through that inflammation and discomfort fucked a lot of things up for me.

I still don't like looking at myself in the mirror. I'm healthy and in good shape, but I still have obsessive thoughts over my appearance and wish that I was thinner and more toned (I will always feel this way about myself even if I looked like Michael Phelps or Usain Bolt). My appearance takes me back to the days where I ate a lot of junk and sugar and had issues with my metabolic health/teeth as a result. So I feel chunky and unhealthy even though that's not true at all.

I'm glad I eat well and fast and brisk walk and do pilates. And I truly enjoy these 4 things. I just want to follow health and wellness and discipline because it's exciting and fun and rewarding rather than out of fear.

#i have a dentist appointment in 2 days and am so scared of going #like i don't need more problems with my health #i'm worried #anything that fails for me health-wise gives me a lot of pain and trauma and distress #i want to cry #i had a great pilates class yesterday #i stopped comparing myself to others but my calves are larger than i want them to me

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ferny-berny · 9 months ago

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Is it laziness or am I just scared?

I want to write, but every time I begin my desire disappears at the sight of a blank page. I feel the weight of expectation making the words sillier and more trivial. People tell me it’s okay to be bad at first, but I’m afraid that the moment they read something of mine they’ll look up and say, “actually, nevermind maybe you should let this dream go” and then I’d just die right on the spot.

The more I talk to other writers I realize that I am certainly not the only one in this situation. We want to create and often find it necessary to have this as an outlet to survive. It seems a bit dramatic, but being able to put thoughts on a page makes me feel powerful; like I have some sort of control over what is going on through my mind. If nothing else, I can choose which words to use.

Language is such an important part of our existence. I have had entire arguments revolve around the use of a word that makes me feel a different way than the other person. Some may dismiss it as simple semantics, but the truth is life is constructed by the meaning we assign people, places, and things - which is only possible because of language. It holds an incredible amount of weight in our world and beyond that, it is so expansive that I find myself lost in an ocean of words and also somehow grasping for new ones to register in my vocabulary because none of them feel right.

I spent my college years with a tornado of ideas for pieces that never came to life because it felt impossible to translate them from abstract to tangible. The more I lived, the more it felt right to have some way of chronicling them because that’s another overwhelming feeling I can’t seem to escape - the deep fear of not being able to remember how it felt to be in this exact moment. Whether it’s pain or happiness, I know that at the “end” of it all (not sure when that’s supposed to be because I’m not talking about death) I will want to remember who this version of myself was.

I guess the thing that holds me back is that I won’t be able to convey these feelings in a way that you can connect with, whoever you are. It’s okay if you don’t like it, as long as you get it and that’s another thing I simply have no control over.

Over the last couple years I have practiced the art of detachment as much as I possibly can. It slowly gets easier becomes a habit. I can reach the conclusion of: it’s not personal, much faster. However my writing is deeply personal and I’m not the most trusting person, if I’m being honest. I’m reaching a new level of acceptance that I think is necessary to move forward.

For me I don’t think there is any kind of moving forward without telling the world my thoughts and making it known how I’m feeling. In the same way that I’m able to see the evolution of my person on the outside from my photos, I want to be able to track how my brain adapts to what is happening. I want to build and nurture connections. I want to grow. I want to let go of the fear of not being ~good~

Isn’t it all subjective? I guess you guys are about to find out.

#words words words #writing #thinking #patience #trust the process #let go of negativity #meaning #language #rejection #detachment #practice makes progress

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her-gentle-prison · 4 years ago

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Warm like the winter sun

(some fic I had written for Aegon week and never posted, tagging @sayruq bc I promised you! I’m sorry this took so long!)

This takes place in the canon-verse. A little after Aegon takes King’s Landing. Told from Arianne’s POV.

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Winter is here, Arianne thought as she laid a hand on the cool stones of the Red Keep, her fingers already nipped with cold.

She would never get used to the weather. She missed Dorne, and the sun, the fresh sea-salt breeze and the smell of lemons wafting through the air. In King's Landing the very air was foul and heavy, cold and unfamiliar.

It was her duty to stay here though, and so she would.

As she descended the stairs, her footsteps echoing like ripples of water, she thought about Quentyn. He had not come back, and if these sellswords were to be believed, he would be caught in the middle of a war. Arianne felt a shiver down her spine at the thought. She would remember to lit a candle in prayer for him.

She was looking for Prince Aegon in that labyrinth of walls and stairs.

Siding with him had been bold, and no easy choice by any means. She had made sure Dorne’s allegiance would not be given without a price. Lord Connington had not been so happy about this. As for the prince, he had seemed neither angry nor surprised about it. Perhaps he understood better than others that they were strangers to one another, more than they were family.

She found him standing in an abandoned room, shrouded and silent, and were it not for the warm light of the torches, she would have barely seen him standing there. He looked as if he were carved out of ice. A lonely, etheral figure in the dead of the room.

Arianne stepped in, the bottom of her gown pooling across the blood-red stones. Somehow the room felt even colder. She wrapped the cloak tighter around herself.

"The people are missing you, Your Grace." she said, her breath fogging the air between them.

Dark-blue eyes settled on her, curious. "What are you doing here, Princess?"

"I wished to thank you, for justice." for vengeance

"I should be thanking you, I think," he smiled, "for your spears and for your help. For home."

She studied him carefully, wondering if she should be bold and put his words to the test. The prince had proved easy enough to parley with before. But he would be a king soon, and a prince no more.

"Words are winds, Your Grace. Dorne needs more than justice. As do I."

He took a step closer. "What is it you want?"

If he had asked her a few moons ago, she would have had a ready answer. She had wanted Dorne and her birthright, and the sad girl who had cried herself to sleep had wanted nothing more than her father's love.

She was a princess of Dorne though. It did not matter what she wanted.

"I want a place in your small council", she decided, "and for the rest of ser Gregor's body to be sent to Dorne."

"So you mean to stay here?"

For now. It would take some time before the letter reached her father. Until then she was still to be his eyes and ears.

She smiled. "Are you so eager to be rid of me?"

Arianne stopped to give the room a closer look. She had not noticed at first glance how unkempt the place looked. Like it had not been used for a very long time. The great hearth was full of ash, and the chair seated next to it full of dust, as if frozen in time. Perhaps in the past a woman would sit there, nursing her babe by the fire.

"What is this place, Your Grace ?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. It called out to me. I heard a voice, it sounded like a laughter, like a cry... Tell me, is that odd?", he cocked his head to one side. " I heard ghosts roam this castle. I hoped it would be true, so I could kiss the stones here and tell my mother and sister they have not been forgotten."

Arianne watched him curiously. To her, the Red Keep was a bleak and desolate place. She had never thought that to him, it might feel like home.

Arianne remembered her own mother, whom she had not seen in many, many, years.

She remembered her mother’s small figure, the dancing laughter shining in her eyes... And Quentyn, her sweet doe-eyed brother, would follow the lady Mellario like a little shadow. Like a moth ever drawn to her flame.

Arianne remembered watching them, envious despite herself, as if she could never truly belong with them. Too much like her father and yet too little as well.

She had not noticed her hand tightening around her gown until he placed a hand over hers.

His hand is warm, she realizes with surprise when he laces his fingers with hers, and covered in nicks and scars.

It's his thank you.

For help, for home.

#Arianne Martell #aegon vi targaryen #asoiaf #A Song of Ice and Fire #young griff #fic #I intended to post this during Aegon week but then I realized that the fic was more about Arianne (she stole the spotlight)#so I thought I'd wait a little bit more to post this afterwards and add some dialogues or descriptions to make it better #however college came in the way and I lost track of it #and now... I have no more will or creativity to make this fic better I hope you'll accept this draft instead #this was supposed to be Aegon and Arianne bonding over their lost mother #I wanted to add a sort of gothic atmosphere to it as well #so many people died in the Red Keep after all #I don't know how well I managed to convey that though...#I didn't want to post it but I thought there was already so little content about them so I might make a small contribution at least #this was supposed to be Arianne comforting Aegon but somehow he ended up comforting her #I LOVE HER TOO MUCH #I'm sure there must be lots of typos but too lazy to care atm #long post #aegon x arianne

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thegreatstoryteller · 2 years ago

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The Improvised Chronivac: FRAT-ifier

@dumbmusclehypnojockboy Happy Holidays! Hope you enjoy your story!

Sometimes moments from the past last long after they’ve passed. For Fredrick Cleston that certainly was the case. It’s been almost a decade since he’d been laughed out of that blasted college for his outrageous scientific genius. They could not even humor his vast intellect with a degree. No. Instead he was found unsuitable for any place of higher education whether it be to conduct his dangerous experiments OR to push the boundaries of physicality and ethics! But no longer would that sorry spot on the collegiate map be considered a place of intellect. Once his machine was completed no one will know this small town for anything other than the idiocy that it has always held. Once his machine was completed, reality itself would be at his disposal! Sure, there had been other geniuses who found ways to bend reality and bend minds, but none like this!

No one at Telegre University realized that today was their last day of higher education. The world-renowned university was prided on its academic achievement, claiming responsibility for countless graduates and their subsequent success. Few could argue that this temple of education produced geniuses as fast as application rates! If you weren’t joining the medical track to become a doctor, you were in engineering to pursue grand designs! Perhaps you were a philosopher with the next greatest life methodology. Or maybe a civic genius ready to bring their ideas to law! No corner of this school lacked genius…. Until the day there was a large explosion a few blocks away from campus.

The nearly invisible pulse that surrounded the square footage of the school went unnoticed by nearly everyone! That is until that strange scientist started walking about. Many on social media called out a creeper making his way through campus!

He started with the bio medical section of school. Many of these young minds were eager to cure the ailments of the day. However, as these students studied in class many looked out the window… as if drawn to this strange man holding an odd metal box with strange screens appearing on it.

“Excuse me sir. You’re entering one of our classrooms. Are you lost? Do we need to call security?” One of the students questioned, crossing his thin arms, as he looked condescendingly at the wild looking man of science.

“Young man I’m right where I need to be. Though perhaps you’re lost? You don’t look like you belong in this stogy classroom. Perhaps you belong on the beach!” Dr. Cleston fiddled with his device, adjusting knobs! Moving levers and inputting a simple phrase. “Himbo Surfer” Soon more phrases came up! “Oblivious” “Air headed” “cocky” “high libido” “extremely breedable” and many more filled the screen as Dr. Cleston laughed madly.

Meanwhile the young man who commented stood wide eyed. His normal modes 5-foot frame had begun to contort and grow. Each pulse from this box seemingly affecting his physiology! It started with his feet. The nice leather shoes he’d worn to class began to strain and break. His normally pale feet were no more as tanned skin surrounding sizeable size 14 feet burst forth from those shoes. Then his legs extended! Higher and higher, while thickening perfectly, shredding his boring beige pants revealing a tight hugging pair of board shorts that surrounded and ever-growing ass and bulge! His torso shredded with a single flex as his pudge stomach reversed into perfectly cut abs! His pectoral muscles now revealed to the world with a just the right amount of chest hair as well! Then his arms extended growing powerful with each inch leading to hands that could grab a surfboard with ease! His moans through this process now deepened as it gained a laidback tone and his face rearranged losing his classes and sallow skin. Now tightened into a beautiful smile and longer wavy hair.

“Haha surfs up bros!” The new surfer said much to everyone’s shock! Though even that was short lived. Did they always have a surfer bro in their class? No that doesn’t seem right… was he always this overt showing off his body?

“My head bros… what was I doing here again?” the surfer asks.

Dr. Cleston smiled. “You were here to have people join your new frat I believe. For surfers and beach hunks.” The man’s words stroked a chord within the empty headed vessel he let out a dumb giggle and nodded.

“Fuck yeah bros. You gotta join my frat! We just chill and hit the waves everyday. Then we flex and show off to all the bros and babes watching for a good time!” He says luring more and more people forward. His voice naturally drew the med students in as one by one the doctor changed them in new ways! Some growing taller, shorter, stronger, tanner. Races and ethnicities were altered permanently as well as age when certain professors left their offices to see what was wrong. Before long the entire area was no longer a large building, but a run-down frat house filled with too many members! Each command entering the chronivac not changing just one! But like a wave it changed larger and larger groups till the enter med student population of the school were nothing but free loving surfers!

The mad doctor Cleston did not stop there. He moved on to the engineering quadrant of the school. There was currently a competition ongoing of who would make the sturdiest mechanical marvel. Some created miniature vehicles, others small clock towers, and even more created actual robots. Though none of that would before long. Like a piper guiding lesser beings to their true calling, Cleston’s device radiated a compulsion for the engineers to approach.

“You all are so crafty and studious! Though perhaps we should have you allocate that ingenuity elsewhere! Perhaps work with less iron and more… gridiron!” Dr. Cleston typed furiously on his device turning to the smallest runtiest engineer! “You my friend will be the captain the one to lead this team and ensure you are the strongest dumbest unit this school has ever seen!” Phrases appeared like butterflies over this young man’s head. “Captain.” “Ruthless” “Powerful!” “Dominant!” “Tank!” “POWER!” and soon they rang true.

Before this mousy haired youth stumbled back his large legs stomped the ground beneath him. What once was a normal tennis shoe turned into a huge cleat with and even huge leg attached to it as this engineer grew into the largest football player anyone had seen. A jersey replace his normal shirt while a helmet replaced his hat. His nerdy moans grew deeper as he started shouting out for his men to line up. With each step he marched… grassy Astro turf emerged beneath him. Not only was he compelled to make his own team, he was compelled to bring a new field to this college!

“That’s right captain. Spread you influence. In fact why don’t you start brining me the me for your team. Those lucky enough to be picked by you will be your brothers on the field. Any left over… well I guess we could use some handsome cheerleaders to motivate you on and off the field!”

One by one this massive American football player grabbed a new stunned engineer and threw him at the feet of Cleston who grew him into another athlete before their eyes. Some join their captain in gathering men. Some simply served the doctor fetching him water and doing his bidding. By the time he was done he was in an entire quadrant of a school that looked like a football field! Young men in full uniform were running exercises and making dumb jokes, while scantily clad cheerleaders danced for them.

The final stop for the doctor was the humanities segment of the school. At this point he had an entourage of surfers and football players. They crowd around the doctor happily serving as guides and guards till the last bastion of this school stands before them.

“Come out all your philosophers and lawyers! I believe it’s time you begin anew in a different court!” This time Cleston did not even wait for the student to come out! He let his device run wild as pulses of electricity now crackled from the machine. Campus architecture began to warp and reshape. Buildings became gymnasiums! Leisurely quad portions became outdoor basketball courts! Even the nearby cafeteria became a variety of concession stands. And the young men that emerged from the area fled, transforming before his very eyes!

One red haired student ran outside, skin as pale as if he’d never seen the sun. But that changed as the professor aimed his device at him amplifying his changes. “Big black basketballer” “Proud” “Self assured” “Giant!” “Godly!” “Champions!” The look of confusion on this face began to shift. His mouth found itself shaping into a confident smirk, as his body grew higher and higher. He felt knowledge leaving his brain as his body inflated with size and power! His entire burst out of his clothes revealing his darkening skin and powerful arms and legs. Large feet to support such a frame with a sizeable package that would draw attention from anyone who could see it! He even drank his water bottle in a way that almost invited a challenge!

He wasn’t the only one. Countless classmates and the professors teaching them were all changing with these command till a roaring game was going on inside the gymnasium and around the out door courts. Anyone not playing was on the bench cheering on their teammates to glory! Basketball would be pretty big at this university now. As would its players. All of them growing to be bigger and more intimidating than the next!

At this point Cleston was satisfied and walked slowly to the center of the school, the Dean’s office. His travel companions of surfers, football players, and basketball athletes following him like mindless drones… or a small army.

The bookish Dean exited the doors to his office shaking. “Kleston! This is absolute chaos you’ve brought to this school. Using such an unstable device could tear a fabric within reality itself if you continue this madness! Shut it off and maybe we can repair the damage before you unleash unspeakable harm to the world!”

“You beg for mercy as I’m about to achieve my ultimate goal! Never! That is why you are the final to change at this school! I’m going to make you the most absent minded sports driven fool of them all!” Kleston blasted his machine right at the Dean who screamed out in surprise as surges of all sorts of changes began to strike him. However this wasn’t just any change! Just like the others it spread… but with no one else around the bolts of changing electricity began to creep up Kleston’s weedy arms… his own device consuming itself and its user as these changes progressed! “No… no! This is not my design. Change him you damn machine! Not me!” He screamed louder and louder! Until a large explosion at the center of campus unleashed every imaginable change!

One month later. No one outside of Master Chronivac users remember the illustrious Telegre University. Though ask any sports loving party guy and he’ll tell you he’d love to go to Titan University. Home to the biggest bros, the dumbest academics, and the most intense sports programs. Professionals could never predict how a school with such dumb strategies won their games, let alone certain championships! Many attributed it to the titanic student body this university attracted. Regardless, it serves as a lesson to all people meddling in technology out of their control. Specifically the iconic Twins of Titan U.

They are some of the most handsomest men around social media these days… shame they’re too dumb to play any sports. Obviously this was the former Dean of the university and the made scientist Kleston… However, even the most creative Chronivac users could tell them apart. They’ve both been so substantially changed both physically and intellectually that they could not be distinguished.

So, remember not to lose yourself proving people wrong. You may end up just like them in the end.

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