#just straight up telling them is out of the question

[jeffandcyrusgetrevenge]

Suddenly obsessed with this idea, wow.

The vision flashing before my eyes is that when they do the setup for his tv wife spraining her ankle on the way home from the football game (?) (is that what happened? it’s been like 20 years since I watched this movie) he helps her but he only has eyes for the running back. At first the execs don’t clue in, they just think he’s not that interested in the girl they set him up with, but soon it becomes clear he’s harboring a serious crush. They tell the running back to go with it, but the actor who plays him is straight and kind of weirded out by the whole thing, so every interaction is stiff and awkward. Under the radar, an actual gay actor they hired to play a local loner has a few moments of gay solidarity with Truman via the Shared Look of Gay Understanding™️. The show editors finally realize something is up when they come across a very fleeting attempt by Truman at a kiss (guess who wasn’t gonna waste time pining after Mr. Running Back forever) that Local Loner kindly but firmly brushes aside. Unfortunately for him, he gets promoted to series regular after this and is instructed to return Truman’s affections. He becomes the fake TV boyfriend, and his obvious discomfort in the role gives the story arc a flavor of “see how miserable gay people are?” Eventually he gives his notice, and gets written off the show going off to take care of his ailing mother in a different state. We never hear from him again. Truman is sad and lonely. He’s sort of half-closeted, where his friends and family kind of know and kind of don’t — he never felt secure enough in that relationship to talk about it much. That’s when the network hits him with the Slutty Hunk, a borderline sleazy muscle bound gentleman who works at a construction site near Truman’s office and wolf whistles at him every morning. Truman does not care for this. Truman decides to take a vow of celibacy. The network puts a series of hot men (& women) in his vicinity but nothing seems to take. They’re all too thirsty. Truman craves connection.

Meanwhile, the actor that played Local Loner has joined a small group of political activists protesting the show, and the fact that he had such a big role in Truman’s life at one point is brought up again and again — sometimes to call him a hypocrite, sometimes to point out how deep his motivations are. The media loves drama. He always insists that it was wrong for the network to put him in that situation, and it was wrong for him to go along with it for so long. Conservative pundits take this and run with it, spinning it into a homophobic lecture about the shamelessness of the liberal media. Local Loner has to set them straight — in his first official coming out, at a time when most gay actors dodged the question at best, he takes a stand and says, No, I’m gay, and there’s nothing wrong with that — but lying to a man about his whole entire life and filming him for the entertainment of the masses, putting him in fake relationships and breaking his heart just for ratings — THAT’S wrong.

I don’t know where I’m going with this anymore but that’s what came to me lol

What if the Truman show did a queerbait arc

[suugarbabe]

curls || mattheo riddle

summary: you couldn't help yourself, you just had to fix them. it's not like he seemed to mind your fingers in his hair anyway.

an: another yap fic courtesy of me and @musingsofahufflepuff ; you're welcome. had to include the pic because if you have brown curly hair i'm in love with you.

warnings: none; just fluffy goofiness.

Staring wasn’t usually an issue for you. Typically you could take your glances here and there and still focus on what you needed to do. But today, you just couldn’t turn away.

Mattheo wasn't your boyfriend. He wasn't even really your friend...you didn't think at least. You weren't in his little group of pals. But he also didn't ignore you like he did most people.

People often thought it was strange how nice he was to you. Not that he ever really sought you out or anything, but if your paths crossed he would say hello to you, would smile at you even.

You knew he was attractive, and your friends were convinced that he thought you were too. Of course you brushed those off. However if he was your boyfriend your current irritation could be fixed without question.

Mattheo's hair looked flat as hell.

The top of his head looked like he'd been wearing an American baseball cap for about a week straight. His hair seemingly flat around his skull and his curls twisting at the ends.

It really was a shame. If he would just fluff his roots his entire hair would come back to life, you were sure of it. But you couldn't just jump the desk in front of you to get to him, rifle your own fingers through his scalp and revive his ringlets.

"Alright everyone! Partner up, partner up!" Slughorn waved his hands in the air, dismissing the class to form pairs for brewing Draught of the Living Death.

Immediately you rounded your table, lightly grabbing his elbow. Mattheo turned towards you at your touch, a grin forming on his lips. "Partners?" You asked, hoping your look didn't appear to pleading.

"Sure thing, babe," Mattheo responded without hesitation, pulling the stool next to him out for you before grabbing your books from your previous table.

Throughout the potion preparation you kept stealing glances at him. Er, well, his hair. You did need to brew the potion, but you'd be damned if you left this lesson without correcting his curls.

"Have I got something on my face?" Mattheo jested. You laughed lightly, shaking your head before picking up the last of the ingredients to toss them in the cauldron.

Mattheo began to sir, the color of the potion changing correctly with what you both were doing. And you were staring again. You knew it. You knew he could feel it because he was grinning once more.

"Can I just.." you pointed somewhat shyly at his head. Mattheo cocked his head slightly, giving a small nod.

You let out a sigh of relief, lifting your hands and quickly threading your fingers between curls and to his scalp. As you fluff his hair, nails scratching as his scalp slightly, Mattheo's eyes almost involuntarily roll.

"Merlin's fucking beard, that feels good," Mattheo praises as you finally take your hands away from his head. He shakes his head back and forth, his curls flopping this way and that before standing still again, giving you a big smile, "Better?"

"Godric, yes," you breathe, "I'm sorry, Matty. The flatness was killing me." Mattheo bit his lip to stifle a laugh, "Oh yeah? Tell me how you really feel, babe."

You gave a playful shove to his shoulder, "You really should pay attention to your hair more. It's one of your best features. But Enzo did just get that new haircut and might I say..." you gave an exaggerated sigh and fanned your face with your hand.

"You saying Enzo's hair looks better than mine?" Mattheo laid a hand on his chest, mocking offense. You shrugged, grin continuously growing.

Mattheo gasped at your lack of response, squeezing your side playfully. You giggled, pushing his hands away, "Okay, okay. I'm just saying you need to take care of those curls or one hot guy haircut is gonna make you fall down the ranks."

Mattheo shook his head, his now lively curls bouncing as he did. "Listen, if you ever. And I mean ever see my curls dead again, I don't care what I'm doing, you stop me and fix them. Preferably with the head scratches like you just did."

There was no thought needed, no extra considerations, before your immediate response, "Deal."

[murdockcastleslut]

meddle about

an outerbanks band au! | a jj maybank and rafe cameron smau

synopsis: after competing and winning the battle of the bands, the sirens were offered a record deal, launching them into stardom. when they are about to go on their first world tour, the band is faced with the decision of who they will open for them. they choose the swell, their runner-up in the battle of bands two years prior. with a rocky past with some members of the swell, y/n, the leader singer of the sirens, must tread carefully not cause anymore problems during this choatic tour.

intros | prologue | part one

tw: mentions of depression, anxiety, adhd, addiction, child abuse (emotionally and mentally), alcohol, weed, cocaine, homophobia, and sex.

word count: 2.1k

author's note: finals week kicked my ass but we slay and i put out a new chapter of something finally

thursday, august 15th, 2024

You took one last puff from your cigarette before throwing it down to the ground and smothering it with your sneaker. You let out a loud sigh before grabbing the handle of the door and walking back into the first stop of The Lie to Girls Tour. 

As you walk in you notice how the venue has come to life with roadies sending everything up for later that night. You start walking towards your dressing room when someone calls out your name. 

You turn my head and see Ward Cameron making a B-line for me. You roll my eyes and stop in front of him. 

“What do you want, Ward?” You ask the manager of The Swell and Sarah’s father. 

He gives you a sneer and folds his arms to assert dominance over you. 

“Where is Sarah?” He asks with a stern look on his face. 

I let out a chuckle. 

“I don’t know where she is, Ward, but I can be damn sure she doesn’t wanna talk to you.” You say before walking away from the older man. 

You walk towards your dressing room and look around yourself diligently hoping you don’t see him. You make it to your dressing room and open the door to see Sarah getting her hair done by the band’s hair stylist, Aubree, and Cleo getting her make-up done by the band’s make-up artist, Kimora. You walk in, letting the door close behind you, and go straight for the couch that Kie is sitting on and lay your head on her lap.

“Your dad’s a dick, Sarah,” I say with my eyes closed enjoying the atmosphere of the room. Kite lets out a muted snort. 

“I know he is, but what did he do now?” She asks, twisting to look behind her at you on the couch. 

“Nothin, just asked where you were. But I guess he didn’t even bother to look because anyone else could have told him that you were here.” 

“Did you tell him where I was ?”

“Fuck no, that would mean I would have to spend five minutes walking with him here. I would rather spend the night in whatever torture chamber Satan's got prepared for that man.” 

The whole room laughs but you. You weren’t joking, you were serious. 

“How’d you even bump into him girlie?” Cleo asks? 

“Went for a smoke out on the side.” You reply nonchalantly. 

Everyone in the room this time groans. 

“I don’t like this judgment I’m getting from everyone. I hardly smoke cigs anymore! We are Texas and I’m not tryna get arrested before we have even gotten on stage.” I defend. 

“I guess that’s acceptable,” Kie says, tapping your nose. 

You scrunch your face at her. 

“So how are you girls feeling? The first night of your basically sold-out tour.” Aubree asks as she finishes the final curls on Sarah’s hair. 

“So excited, man. I have a good feeling about tonight.” Cleo smiles. 

“Oh my god, knock on wood right now, Cleo! You’re gonna jinx us!” You exclaim sitting up from Kie’s lap. 

“I don't think it’s…”

“I swear to god, you better knock.” 

Cleo doesn’t say anything but rolls her eyes and knocks on the ledge of the vanity in front of her. 

Kie looks at you and sighs. 

“Babe I mean this in the nicest way possible, did you take your meds today?” She questions. 

“Yes, I did.” You roll your eyes at her question. 

“So excited and nervous.” Aubree takes it away. 

“She’s just nervous about interacting with JJ.” Sarah spills.

“What the fuck! No, I am not! I could care less what the dipshit thinks.” You refute. 

Just as you finish, the band stylist, Jess, walks into the dressing room holding everyone’s outfit. 

“So you didn’t text me saying you literally have to look sexier than sexy this whole tour to show JJ he’s an idiot.” Jess chimes in.

You let out a loud groan. 

“Damn it, Jess. You just fucked my whole I don’t care vibe.” You whine. 

Everyone lets out a chuckle at your reaction. 

“Well, I’ll have you know that the outfit I picked up is killer.” Jess smiles. 

“Lemme see!” You sit up excited like a child at Christmas. 

She puts all the outfits on the rack and pulls out yours. 

Everyone in the room, oohs and ahhs. 

“Oh Jess, you are a magic baby!” You laugh. 

She smiles and shakes her head and walks over to you to give you the hanger. 

“Get changed, I wanna see how it looks on you.” She demands. 

“Yes, ma’am.” You smile and get up off the couch. You go behind the divider and get undressed and put on the outfit that she had chosen for you. 

You get changed into a faux leather corset and a black faux leather skirt. 

When you step out from behind the divider, everyone in the room whoops and whistles. 

“Get in my chair now,” Aubree exclaims. “I have the best idea.” 

You giggle and nod excited to see what she had in store for your hair. As Aubree works on your hair, Kimora starts on your make-up. 

The room is filled with laughter, music, and singing. Aubree is done with your hair pulled into a slick back 90’s spiky bun when there’s a knock on the door. She gives your hair one more spritz of hairspray before going to grab the door. 

When she opens the door, the once loud and obvious room is now dead silent. JJ Maybank is standing in front of the door. 

He looks around uneasily and then looks at you. He is in awe of the way you look. 

“Is there a reason you’re here?” Aubree sneers at him in an unkind tone. 

“Uh-uh i-uh..” He keeps staring at you. 

“Yo pervert, either say something or get out.” Kimora scolds him.

“Yeah- uh sorry,” he keeps his eyes on you. “Ward sent me to get you, says Minerva is looking for you.”

You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion. What the fuck? You think to yourself. 

“Anything else?” Kimora questions, their tone suggesting he’d leave. 

“He said I had to walk you there…” He hesitates. 

“She’ll be out in a minute.” She says before shutting the door in his face.

You turn to the other girls with your eyes widened in confusion. They all shrug at you not knowing what is going on. You look at Sarah and mouth Your dad’s a dick. She sighs heavily and nods. 

You look around the floor and put on your Doc Martens. 

“Fucking bastard.” You mumble to yourself about Ward before opening the door. 

You look at JJ with a sneer and wait for him to lead you to Minnie. 

“So uh- I’m…” He stutters out and you cut him off with a glare. 

The rest of the way to Minnie was silent. He did not try to utter another word to you. 

When you find her, she is surrounded by roadies asking her questions about the final touches on the venue. 

When she sees you and JJ together she gives you a strained smile. She knows that this is not a situation you want to be in. 

“Thank you, Jackson. You can leave us.” She says coldly and wraps her arm around your shoulder. You giggle when she calls him his legal name and wrap your arm around her waist. 

“You look like a good kid, everyone did you up real pretty.” She smiles down at you. 

“They did, this team might be my favorite.” You smile up at her. 

“Good, good…” She says as the two of you walk. “I gotta ask you a favor and I know you don’t wanna do it but Ward Cameron is up my ass and if I know if we make a fuss, which I want to, things will get leaked to the press and none of you kids need that right now.” 

“What do you need, Minnie?” You furrow your brow. 

“I need you, specifically, to sing a song with one of the members of The Swell. Ward wants it to be JJ for publicity to say there is no bad blood between the two of you, but he can kiss my ass. That is up to you to forgive him and only you, hun.” 

“Jesus Min, this man is gonna be a pain in our asses all tour isn’t he?”

Minnie nods and that is all you need to know that it is going to be a long tour. 

“Alright, I’ll do it. And I’m choosing the song.” You say. 

“Sounds good to me. Break a leg, you’re gonna kill out there.” She offers a kind smile before reaching five steps away from you and she is surrounded by people who need to ask her questions. 

You turn around and go back towards the dressing rooms. You look around looking for the name you need. You go up to the door and knock. 

The door opens and you have a smirk up at him. 

“How would you like to piss off your dad tonight.” You ask. 

He doesn’t respond with words but instead, a sly smirk spreads across his face and he opens the door wider so that you can step inside. 

—

The crowd was electric tonight. Even though most of The Swell’s songs were unknown to the crowd, they enjoyed it very much and it definitely helped that all the members were attractive. 

You stand backstage getting mixed up as you watch from the sidelines. As the last song comes to an end JJ goes up to the middle mic. 

“How’d y’all like that one?” He asks the crowd. They cheer and scream to show their enthusiasm. 

“Good, good,” He chuckles into the mic. “Now I’m gonna hand this over to Rafe.” 

Rafe is up from his drum set and someone is already taking his place. He runs up and daps up JJ before taking his place in front of the mic. 

“Now, if you’re a fan of The Swell, you’ll know I don’t sing up in the front often but I wanted to treat y’all for the first show. And as for something extra special, I have a guest. But your hands together for Y/N L/N of The Sirens, everybody!” He exclaims. 

The crowd goes while as your name is said and you step out on the stage. You give the band members a wave except JJ and head on over to Rafe. 

“Hey, everyone, are these guys treating you well?” You ask into the mic. The crowd cheers in response. You smile seeing everyone enjoying themselves. 

“I'm glad, so I have a question,” You look at the crowd. “Do y’all know Perfect by One Direction?” 

The crowd erupts in total chaos. 

“Seems like they know it, pretty girl.” Rafe flirts. You give him a smirk and move in closer. 

“Seems like it, so y’all are gonna sing along with us?” The crowd erupts once again in cheers. “Alright let’s do it.” You smile at the crowd. 

The music starts playing and you sway your body to the music coming from your ears. Rafe brings the mic to his lips and winks at you before he sings. 

“I might never be your knight in shining' armor, I might never be the home you take home to Mother,” He sings to the audience. “And I might never be the one who brings you flowers,” He turns to you while pointing at himself and sings “I can be the one, be the one tonight.” 

The crowd screams loving the chemistry the two of you are displaying 

“ When I first saw you from across the room I could tell that you were curious,” You sing, looking up at him and checking him out. 

“Oh, yeah,” The whole band harmonizes with you. 

“Boy, I hope you’re sure what you’re looking for ‘cause I’m not good at making promises” You riff. 

You and the whole band sing the chorus. But as you sing your eyes are locked on Rafe and his eyes are locked with yours. 

When everyone gets to the line, “If you like to do the things we shouldn’t do,” you and Rafe are close. He has one hand on the mic and the other on your waist. You have two arms around his shoulders sharing the mic he was sharing. His gaze is locked with yours not daring to look away. 

For the rest of the song the two of you are never less than a foot apart and when you are close one of you is touching the other. It was like you were the only people on stage even though you were performing in front of thousands.

Although you never looked away from the audience or Rafe, the one thing you could feel was JJ’s burning jealous gaze on your back. 

after the concert...

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[saphiccarma]

- The Red Means I Love You

Relationships - Mob Boss!WandaNat x Reader

Summary - You almost get killed again before some comfort with your girlfriends.

Warnings: Violence but nothing really

Pt.1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4

The rifle was shoved firmly against your shoulder, the material pressed through your tactical suit. You twisted a nob, fixing the scope and letting it adjust properly before exhaling slowly. You had done this hundreds of times before. This was nothing.

Just another person to kill, another person to cross off the list that Natasha gave you. It was someone irrelevant. You had no idea who they were, or how important they were, but all that mattered was Natasha told you to do it. You didn't dig into their life at all - you soon learned that it only made things worse. Even as is, guilt throbbed in your stomach as you waited for your target to show themselves. The cement was hard from where you laid against it. Your shoulders ached from sitting out here all day.

Earmuffs quieted the world around you. The bustling of the streets as people went about their day. Birds circling overhead as they flew around in search of food. Music blaring from the apartments below you. It was all silenced by the muffs you wore. That was a dangerous thing, you couldn't hear a single thing - it left you vulnerable. Natasha had told you to leave them off whenever you weren't shooting, but you were too exhausted to remember.

Natsha had been working you into the ground.

Day and night on jobs. Whatever she wanted you to do. Kill someone? You would do it. Spy on someone for days straight? Yes ma'am. It was never a question of how morally bad the task was. Morals didn’t matter in this line of business. You knew better than to question her. Your body ached with a constant dull pain from constantly moving. You were always doing something. Whether it was in bed or out in the world or training with someone else. There was never a minute for rest for you.

Even still, that was not an excuse to get sloppy.

Evidence of that was a knife pressed against your throat and the earmuffs ripped from your head.

"Hi again," a voice whispered in your ear and you instantly knew who it was, muscles locking up tighter than before, "It's nice to see you." The cool metal dug into your skin, almost deep enough to draw blood but not quite. Your fingers twitched from where they sat on the rifle. "Now, I'm going to remove this knife, and you are going to stand up slowly, hands off the gun."

You waited with bated breath as she removed the knife from your skin, and you heard her take a few steps back. Carefully, you stood, removing your hands from the rifle. The instant you turned around and caught a glimpse of her taunting smirk, you reared your hand back and swung. It landed solidly against her cheek, her head snapping to the side.

She chuckled, spitting blood out onto the ground, "So that's how you want to play it?"

There wasn't even a second for you to react before she was lunging at you, throwing a payback punch. Your cheek throbbed with a newfound pain. The fight that ensued was a mix of grace and pure brutality. Rio's eyes were alight, a devious glint in them that promised pain. You were only focused on not dying.

Her punches landed nearly every time, but she rarely threw them - only when she knew they would hit. It was a smart tactic; you had to give her that. She was a good fighter, graceful in every movement she made. You admired that. Natasha taught you to be graceful, but you leaned on the side of being aggressive. It was odd since you didn't like violence. But that didn't matter when in a fight, as seen now.

The two of you traded blows, Rio dodging yours with little laughs, taunting you. Frustration boiled inside of you and your movements grew less strategic. They were desperate blows; you could tell you were losing. There was no way you could win this. But you weren't someone to give up.

Blood leaked from your lips from a nasty right hook and Rio had a black eye already forming. Both of you stood, breathless, for a moment, taking each other in. Rio had more time, expertise, she was more experienced. You barely had a year, maybe not even that, while she had who knows how long. You didn’t stand a chance.

For a moment, a crazed grin split your lips to match Rio's. Adrenaline pumped through you, buzzing beneath your veins and making you feel alive. There was a rush of what almost felt like joy. Although it was more like exhilaration - joy was the wrong word. There was no joy in fighting. It only lasted for a brief second before the two of you were at it again, dancing around each other in a skilled dance. Eventually, Rio got the better of you.

Shoving at your shoulders, Rio pushed you into a planter box. You spluttered as the wood dug into your bag and knocked the wind out of you. Rio stood above you, licking blood from her lips, and her eyes shining with pure mischief.

"You're cute," She whispered, a tugged her knife out. Your fingers tug into the planter box at the sight of it, chest heaving as you tried to regain your breath. The knife was pressed onto your neck, "Listen to me," Rio crouched and then leaned until she was right in front of your face, breath warm, "This is not a battle you will win. I was sent to kill you, but you're fun, so I'll leave you alive for now." Her words sent a flash of desperation through you and panic seized your thoughts. Gasping, you went to grab at her wrist. You weren't sure what you were going to do, but before you could Rio pulled back, smirking furiously before she was gone. Just like that she was bolting down the stairs.

That did not just happen.

You shut your eyes for a moment only to open them a second later. The sun was slowly setting, the sky a dusty pink with a few hues of blue in there. It was beautiful sight, unlike the blood that slowly leaked onto your lips, metallic and salty as you licked it. Rio had nailed a solid punch to your nose. It mixed with the blood that slowly bled from your lips as well, a small cut there.

Slowly, you shoved yourself off the planter box, groaning at the throbbing pain, but you snatched up your rifle and made your way down the roof. Time to head home. Your motorcycle was waiting for you once you climbed down the several flights of stairs. Going down was just about as hard as going up.  The helmet fit snuggly on your face, almost too snuggly that it was pressing against all your bruises. Regardless, you sped off, making your way to the house.

Natasha and Wanda had been doing digging for months, searching for some evidence as to what was going on. Danvers clearly had a part in it, from what you could tell, but Stark had gone radio-silent ever since that man came to the doorstep of the base. Another name that came up frequently was Agatha, and now this scuffle with Rio only made things clear they were part of it. You had to tell Wanda and Natasha, and maybe you could have some more quality time together.

As busy as they were, they made time for you. Slowly Wanda became part of your routine. She was confusing at first. Hot and cold, sweet and harsh. You never knew what to expect from her, but that was part of the excitement. However, a routine slowly built that you were familiar with. Wanda became as important of a part of your life as Natasha.

Your motorcycle buzzed to a stop as you parked it in the driveway, sliding your helmet off. The rifle strap dug uncomfortably into your shoulder; it was heavy for your tired body. Making your way to the door, you fumbled with the key in your pocket, pulling it out.

Key in lock. Key in lock. Turn the key.

It wasn't that difficult, but your fingers trembled around the key, and you eventually got the lock to turn.

You stumbled into the house, droplets of blood staining your hands and dirt underneath your nails. After you first killed someone, Natasha began sending you out on more solo mission, killing more people. It still hurt, a dull ache constantly thrumming in your chest. Tears would swell in your eyes at night when you lay awake, breathless and naked, while Natasha and wanda slept on your sides. But you were able to shove all the emotions down in favor of the sweet praise you got from your girlfriends when you got home. It made all killing worth it - at least that's what you told yourself.

Your fingers fumbled with the latch on your holster, finally pulling your gun out after a moment. It left the holster with a soft click, and you set the gun down on the table next to the door, taking your belt off next. You dropped the rifle next to the door and threw your keys onto the table so that they clattered softly.

Sinking to your knees, you fell face first onto the cool, wooden floor and turned so that your cheek was resting against it. The cold soothed the warm fire pulsing through your veins. You exhaled slowly, your eyes fluttering shut and you could hear soft footsteps coming down the stairs. You didn't have to look up to know it was Wanda, and she glided past you smoothly, heading into the kitchen. Her vanilla scent lingered. It had become a routine now, where you would just collapse on the floor.

It was part of your process. There was a familiarity to just lying on the floor, something plain and simple. Absently, you picked at your own fingernails, trying to erase the feeling of violence on them, the lingering trail of blood you slowly began to leave. You were so different from where you first started out, despising the business but being forced into it. Now you were killing people for a living. The thought of it made your insides churn anxiously and your eyes flutter shut. It was what you had to do. It made your girlfriends happy. Now that - that made butterflies erupt in your stomach whenever you thought of them. They were perfect.

For the next several minutes, maybe half an hour even, you let the floor comfort you. Swallowing thickly, you pushed yourself off the floor, legs shaky beneath you. It nearly physically hurt, you wobbled towards the living room, hoping on of your girlfriends would be there. Sure enough, you saw Natasha's hair pulled into a loose ponytail, a book resting in front of her from where she sat elegantly on the couch. Her legs were tucked beneath her as she flipped the pages. You staggered over, limbs screaming from the physical battle you just had, and- didn't make it. You fell just before you were able to land on the soft cushions, instead your knees sinking to floor and head landing on Natasha's shin.

You knew she glimpsed your face, but she didn't ask about the blood or the bruises, just offered quiet comfort. You appreciated the lack of questions. If she asked you weren't sure if you would be able to form a coherent answer, not with how exhausted you were.

Her bare skin was cool in a comforting way. You whined into her skin, head limp and body sore with dull pain. Her soft laugh echoed above you as her hand slid into your hair, gently tugging on all the tangles. The touch made your eyes close once again, leaning into her. She brushed her hand through your hair rhythmically, occasionally teasing the hair on your neck and scratching with her fingernails, but still gentle. She lulled all your worried thoughts with a soothing touch. Then after a few minutes, her fingers grabbed at your hair, tugging your head back. You whined petulantly, eyes opening reluctantly.

"Up." Her words were hardly directed at you, eyes still trained on her book, but you obeyed the command. The minute you were on your feet, Natasha spread one of her arms out, a silent invitation. Her eyes were still trained on the book, but you knew she was waiting. You fell into her lap; your legs bracketed her hips as your head landed on her shoulder. She hummed, pleased, and her arm snaked around you, stroking up and down your back while the other held her book.

You sat there for a while, listening to the soothing beat of her heart that was clear and steady beneath you. Every minute or so her hand would love your back to turn the page of the book, the ruffling sound just barely audible to your fuzzy mind. You could feel the fog slowly coming over, all worries leaving you completely with every second that ticked by. There was nothing coherent in your head, just absorbing Natasha's quiet comfort.

Your hands had buried into her shirt at some point, and lips began teasing her neck. It was nothing special, just a needy girl searching for something intimate without starting something you didn't have the energy to finish. Natasha's skin was pulled between your teeth as you alternated between softly biting and shallow sucking. Even as you did something, your eyes were squeezed shut, and soon enough even those small movements stopped.

Wanda came in, her footsteps soft as her baggy pants swished around her ankles. She wore a soft smile on her face, eyes amused as she took in the sight of her wife and you on the couch. Her hands found your hair the minute she came over, sinking onto the couch next to you, drawing a small sigh out of you. You shoved your face further into Natasha's neck. Wanda laughed, amused, but the sound hardly reached your ears.

"Sweet girl," she whispered, "It's time for some food."

It was as if you didn't register her words, still drawn into a certain headspace by Natasha's soothing movements. Natasha gave her wife an amused smile, finally looking away from her book for the first time and setting it down on the side table. Sighing softly, Wanda pecked Natsha on the cheek. Then it evolved into more, their lips melding together and tongues clashing. Both of their bodies pressing against you woke you up a bit and you began squirming in Natasha's lap.

They both chuckled against each other's mouths but otherwise ignored you. You whined quietly and sat up so that you could grab Natasha's collar, politely shoving Wanda away, before you pressed your lips onto Natasha's.

"There's our girl," Wanda mumbled, her hand in your hair tugging you back. An immature sound escaped your mouth as your eyes finally opened. Wanda raised a brow, questioning if you really wanted to go down this road when you protested to her hauling you up. And as unsteady as your legs were, you let her guide you into the kitchen. A warm meal was ready for you. But instead of heading to the table, she led you to the sink, her hands gripping your waist until she hauled you up onto the counter.

You made a small sound of protest, still surprised at her strength. Wanda pulled a cloth from the counter and ran it under the sink water. Gently, she pressed it against your face, softly hushing you when you flinched and whined. It was cool against the warmth of your skin from being shoved in Natasha’s neck, but it helped dull the pain that pulsed through your cuts. She dabbed away at your wounds, cleaning them up softly while Natasha plated some food for the three of you.

"What happened?" It was phrased as a harmless question, but there was a dangerous undertone to Wanda's words. You hesitated, eyes flickering down to look at the ground. Wanda pressed down particularly hard, and your gaze snapped back to her with a glare, "What happened?"

You shook your head, "Nothing."

Wanda sighed but let it go and in turn you let her guide you to the table, setting you down at a chair for food. You inhaled slowly. Everything was fine. You were fine. It was all going to be fine.

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I was sooo excited to see this finished, I couldn't wait to read it. Okay, okay...here we go~

The beginning of it is so pure and sweet, I love how you include so many characters and build the dynamics and world up for the story to begin. You always do such a good job with that, and I love seeing all the details.

I also like how you took this with Logan's view, how you described others and the reactions between them were so perfect for his character. Wade and Al were hilarious, the chatter they had in the beginning was entertaining and 100% something I can see happening.

Anyway continuing below cut because I love reviewing your stuff in more detail ~

The next couple of months go similarly. He runs into you frequently – in the elevator, and the communal laundry room of the apartment complex, and when you’re both checking your mail at the same time. You always greet him with a smile and ask the typical casual conversation questions – how he's liking his new job (he’s not, but he tells you it’s going fine), if Wade is staying out of trouble (no), and how Laura is doing (she’s doing great, actually), but it never progresses much past that.

The tension that builds is so well done. This one really got me into the story, I've never read one with this idea so I thought it was really interesting and fun to read. Sometimes tension is hard to build up, and with the background and characters in the beginning of the story to now and a bit later on, when the 'peak' comes, it feels so well deserves and satisfying. I'm jealous of how you do that 😭

Images of you straddling him with your bare, wet cunt rubbing against his happy trail, getting yourself off on his body as he plays with your pretty tits – He let’s out an audible growl and rips the shower curtain open before turning on the water – straight to his normal hot temperature, too. He knows a cold shower isn't going to do him any good right now. Standing beneath the hot stream, he thinks of what has transpired in the last five minutes and strokes himself in his hand until warm, white liquid follows the water down the drain. When he finishes, he stills hears your voice in his mind and gets hard again within minutes.

UGH. This part was insane. The build Logan begins to feel is so natural here, and as it goes on you can really sense how needy and hard it is for him to handle it. Someone like him being pent up is such a fun concept.

It’s a pretty small couch – really more like a loveseat – so it’s a snug fit for the two of you. The skin of your exposed kneecap brushes against the fabric of his jeans as you lean forward to grab yourself a slice of pizza.

These little tidbits of details feel so authentic and real, I adore each and every one. Just like the exposed midriff, the tiny details that add to what we already know, urging Logan's desires on and on.

During the second act of the movie, he wonders what you’re thinking - if you could possibly be feeling the same way as him – when you randomly sit forward, grab the box of the leftover pizza off of the table in front of you, and stand to take it to your refrigerator. It's then that he picks up on an odor – not the light floral aroma of your perfume but something new. A scent that answers the question of exactly what you had been thinking about. It’s musky and pheromonal, and even though it’s been a while since Logan has been intimate enough with a woman to smell the scent of her arousal, he recognizes it right away.

I'm always a sucker for ferals to use their senses and how writers include it in fics. Logan's sense of smell is insane so he would of course smell the reader's arousal. I love love that and how you described it was amazing.

“You know, if my sense of smell is as good as my sense of hearing, then I think I have a pretty good idea of what you’re thinking about right now,” Logan starts, his voice low and gruff. He watches from his peripheral vision as you freeze, your form going rigid. “But I’d really like to hear you say it.”

Yess, FINALLY. Be bold.

He knows you’re trying to play it cool, but there’s certain things that you just can’t hide from him – like the way your heart is beating a mile a minute and the way your nipples have pebbled beneath the thin material of your tank top.

Love this little detail a lot too <3

He pulls your hand off of him and then tugs you over his erection, trying his hardest to ignore the way the wetness between your legs glides against the tip of his cock, until you’re flat against the hard expanse of his lower stomach. “This is what you wanted, yeah?” He grunts. You whimper in response, tightening your thighs around his sides and rocking back and forth with the smallest amount of friction. “Don’t be holding back, wanna feel you make a mess on me.”

This entire bit was super hot too, the idea of this happening was sooo good. His demeanor and actions, the light teasing and slapping was just perfection. It was perfectly balanced, and I re-read this bit a few times.

“We can stop here,” he murmurs against your lips when he breaks the kiss, even though the thought kills him. He doesn’t want to stop kissing you, touching you, tasting you. It’s only been a few months, but it feels like he’s been waiting a lifetime for this and the last thing he wants is for it to come to an end. “Don’t have to go any further if you don’t—” “No,” you exclaim with a breathy laugh. “No, I don’t want to stop. Do you want to stop?” He grins up at you, taking his length in his hand and teasing it through your folds from below you. He coats the head in your juices before nudging it against your hole. “Definitely don’t wanna stop, sweetheart.”

This gets overlooked a lot but I personally really, really like this part. Enough self control to ask reader if they want to stop, if everything is fine, just giving that option to stop if they wanted to. That is such a good detail and shows the depth of care. It's really refreshing each time I see something like this added in a smut fic.

“Remind me to eavesdrop on your conversations more often,” he huffs a laugh, still slightly out of breath. You bring your lips to his, smiling as you give him a light kiss. “I’ll know if you do. I have a doorbell camera. You didn’t notice that?”

LMAO girl-😂😭

i got it bad

logan howlett x reader (worst!logan x reader)

word count: 4.9k

summary/prompt: logan can't help that he has super hearing and overhears you - wade's seemingly sweet, shy neighbor - telling vanessa what you fantasize about doing to him. believing that you won't ever act on it, he takes matters into his own hands.

or - getting yourself off on logan's abs

warnings/tags: smut, 18+ only mdni, reader is afab, no use of y/n, logan's pov, porn with a little plot, male masturbation, teasing, nipple/breast play, some tit slaps, multiple orgasms, unprotected p in v, cream pie

Ever since Logan first met you, he hasn’t been able to get you out of his fucking head.

Which is really unfortunate for him, considering you seem indifferent to his existence.

Wade says that you're just an introvert, and that it takes you a while to get comfortable around new people, but after living across the hallway from you for the last few months, Logan is sure that you have no interest in him outside of simple, polite conversation whenever the two of you run into each other.

He first notices you from across the room when you enter Wade and Althea's apartment – his apartment now, too, he supposes. The small space is crowded, but you're impossible for him to overlook. He instantly recognizes you from the polaroid picture that Wade had showed him in the Void.

You’re greeted by Vanessa, who kisses you on the cheek and shoves a drink in your hand before dragging you over to where Logan is listening to Wade and Althea bicker about – what were they bickering about again? All he can focus on is the way your dress hugs your curves and the lipstick imprint that you’ve left on the champagne flute in your hand.

He needs to get out more. Go to a bar, get a job, maybe even try out one of those dating apps that Vanessa has suggested to him – something to get him out of this fucking apartment that he's stayed holed up in since arriving in this universe, because he should not be this flustered by a complete stranger.

“Earth to Peanut,” Wade snaps his fingers in front of Logan’s face. He barely processed anything Vanessa had said while she introduced you. Blah blah, neighbor, something something, lives down the hallway. “Jesus, did you get into the white powder under the floorboard? Your pupils are as big as saucers right now.”

“Oh, go easy on him, Wade,” Althea scolds. “It’s natural for pupils to dilate when looking at a pretty girl.”

The expression on your face matches how Logan feels – surprised, embarrassed, slightly mortified.

“You don't even know what she looks like. She could look like me for all you know,” Wade snorts.

“She brings me homemade cookies and she always smells good,” Al retorts. “I don't need to be able to see her to know that she's pretty.”

“Nice to meet you,” Logan finally speaks up with a forced smile. Leave it to his two roommates to make a simple introduction as awkward as possible. “And no, I am not high on cocaine,” he adds with a pointed glare at Wade.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Logan,” you return the sentiment with a chortle and shy smile. “And don’t worry, I never pay attention to anything Wade says.”

Yukio and her girlfriend with the long ass name that Logan has yet to memorize then walk up and gain your attention, leaving Logan wishing he could redo the entire interaction.

He spends the rest of the night hoping for an opportunity to talk to you again, and feeling disappointed when that doesn’t happen.

The next couple of months go similarly. He runs into you frequently – in the elevator, and the communal laundry room of the apartment complex, and when you’re both checking your mail at the same time.

You always greet him with a smile and ask the typical casual conversation questions – how he's liking his new job (he’s not, but he tells you it’s going fine), if Wade is staying out of trouble (no), and how Laura is doing (she’s doing great, actually), but it never progresses much past that.

As soon as the conversation starts to venture into more personal territory, you seem to shut down. You’ll make some excuse about having somewhere to be, wish him a good day, and then you’re gone.

He can’t help himself. He sees how carefree and talkative you can be with Vanessa and hell, even Wade – and he wants that. At least then he may feel a little less crazy for spending so much of his free time racking his brain for ways to get closer to you.

Maybe it’s because it has been so long since he’s had a crush on anyone, but sometimes he thinks he might be losing his mind with how often he thinks of you – your smile, your eyes, your scent, your voice, and the way that having a five minute conversation with you always leaves him feeling for the rest of the day.

That’s why when he’s walking to his apartment one evening, and hears his name come from inside your apartment, he stops dead in his fucking tracks.

God, he knows he shouldn’t listen. He knows he should keep walking, go into his apartment and close the door.

But it’s not like he has his ear pressed up against your door. It’s not his fault that he has super hearing and that the apartment building has paper thin walls.

His brain is yelling at his feet to move but they stay planted firm right where they are.

“He thinks you don’t like him, you know,” Vanessa says. Logan doesn’t need to be able to see to know that there’s a smirk on her face.

He’s tempted to cause some kind of commotion in the hallway and then dash into his apartment, just to stop Vanessa from saying whatever the hell she’s about to say.

“Logan?” You sound appalled. “Of course I like him.”

“I know that you like him,” Vanessa chuckles. “But I can see why he would think otherwise. You act like you can barely stand to be in the same room as the guy for five minutes.”

“That’s not true.” Your voice shoots up several octaves higher than normal.

Logan sends a silent prayer to whoever the fuck is listening that no one walks down this hallway in the next few minutes and sees him standing still as a statue next to your apartment door.

“It’s not that I simply can’t stand to be in the same room as him,” you continue, lowering your voice back down to its normal volume. “It’s that being in the same room as him makes me want to jump his adamantium bones.”

For a second, he really believes that his two hundred year old heart might stop beating.

“I’m fucking pathetic around him,” you huff. “Last week, I saw him pull his t-shirt off in the laundry room to put a clean one on, and ever since then I haven’t been able to stop thinking about grinding my pussy against his abs. Something is seriously wrong with me, Nes.”

But Logan doesn’t hear Vanessa’s response, because he speed walks away while she’s still cackling. By some miracle, Wade isn’t home, so Logan darts past Althea and locks himself in the bathroom.

What the fuck, Jesus Christ, and holy shit all play on a loop in his mind while he tries to ignore the bulge that has quickly formed in his jeans.

The last words he expected to hear anyone say today were jump his adamantium bones and grinding my pussy against his abs – but the fact that he heard those words come from your mouth in your sweet voice has his cock throbbing so hard that he can't think of anything other than you doing exactly what you’ve been fantasizing about.

Images of you straddling him with your bare, wet cunt rubbing against his happy trail, getting yourself off on his body as he plays with your pretty tits –

He let’s out an audible growl and rips the shower curtain open before turning on the water – straight to his normal hot temperature, too. He knows a cold shower isn't going to do him any good right now.

Standing beneath the hot stream, he thinks of what has transpired in the last five minutes and strokes himself in his hand until warm, white liquid follows the water down the drain.

When he finishes, he stills hears your voice in his mind and gets hard again within minutes.

••••••

Logan hasn’t seen you in three days. Three days might not seem like a long time to go without seeing your neighbor, but it feels like a long fucking time for him. In fact, it’s the longest he’s gone without casually running into you since he first met you months ago.

There’s a reason for this, though – he hasn’t checked his mail in days, hasn’t taken any of his laundry down to the basement in days, and has generally tried to avoid leaving his apartment as much as he can out of fear that he’ll see you. He even went as far as to pretend to be napping when you came by with some fresh baked brownies for Althea yesterday.

He wants to see you, of course. Goddamn, does he want to see you. But after overhearing your conversation with Vanessa earlier this week, he doesn’t know if he’s strong enough to look you in the eye and pretend like he hasn't been making himself cum to the thought of you on top of him every time he takes a shower.

But after three days, he finds himself missing you too much to keep up his attempt at distancing himself from you.

What if he’s being ridiculous, staying cooped in this apartment to avoid you? What if you’re just down the hallway, thinking about him at the same time he’s thinking of you?

He's tidying up the kitchen when he sees the pink Tupperware container that you’d brought the brownies in yesterday sitting in the sink. The brownies were long gone – they’d all been eaten by him, Wade and Al within the same hour that you brought them over.

Taking the Tupperware back to you would be the nice, neighborly thing to do, right?

With Al already retired to her bedroom for the evening, and Wade out with Vanessa, he takes it upon himself to wash and dry the container.

It’s a Friday night, so he knows there’s a chance that you’ve got plans and might not even be home, but he still takes a few minutes to fix his hair and swipe some deodorant on before walking down the hallway towards your apartment.

As he approaches your door, he realizes that you are home. There’s light spilling from the crack at the bottom of the doorframe and he can hear low music playing inside. A mix of anxiety and anticipation sets in, but he clears his throat and knocks on your door before he can chicken out.

He hears your footsteps approaching and attempts to wipe any sign of nervousness from his face – he’s just returning your Tupperware, for Christ's sake.

“Logan,” you breathe as you open the door. “I haven’t seen you in a few days,” you greet him. He can’t help but relax at the smile that grows on your face when you realize it’s him. “What are you up to this evening?”

You lean against your doorframe, and Logan has to force himself to maintain eye contact. You’re wearing a matching pajama set – a cute pair of velvet shorts and tank top that shows more of your skin than he’s ever seen before.

“I – uh,” he stammers, holding out the Tupperware container to you. “I just thought I’d bring this back to you. They were great, by the way.”

Your smile spreads to your eyes at his compliment.

“Oh, thanks,” you beam. “I’m glad you got to have one. Wade told me that you were asleep when I came by yesterday so I figured he’d have them eaten by the time you woke up.”

“I’m sure he would have, but Al made him save one for me,” he laughs.

He tries to focus on the conversation at hand, but the fact that you look fresh out of the shower definitely isn’t fucking helping. Bare faced with the scent of your body wash and lotion on your skin, his thoughts begin to stray into dangerous territory fast.

“I don’t wanna interrupt your night, though. I’ll let you get back to—”

“You’re not,” you say quickly as he begins to step backwards. “You're not interrupting. Are you doing anything tonight? I just ordered a pizza and there’s plenty. I was gonna watch a movie, if you want…” You trail off, glancing back and forth between him and your apartment behind you.

He can't help but notice that your voice sounds hopeful.

The invitation excites him more than he cares to admit. Sure, the two of you have hung out plenty of times, but it's always been in a group setting – at one of Wade’s get togethers or movie nights, surrounded by other friends.

But never just the two of you – definitely never in your apartment.

He could never think of saying no to you. Especially not when this is what he's been hoping for since he first me you.

“Yeah. Yeah, I'd really like that.”

You hold the door open for him, letting him enter your apartment. Right away, he notices how different it is from the one that he lives in. Then again, there’s three people cramped into Althea’s – you're the only person who lives here, so you're able to make it entirely your own.

It’s cute, and cozy, he thinks. From your furniture adorned with throw pillows and blankets, to all of your shelves stocked with books, knick-knacks and candles, to the various plants occupying space throughout the living room, it feels endearing and welcoming right away.

“So, where’s Wade at tonight?” you ask as he ventures into the living room. He notes a large cardboard box with an untouched pizza in it on your coffee table. His stomach growls at the sight, and it hits him that he actually is fucking starving.

“He’s out with Vanessa. Fourth time this week,” he answers, turning to find you retrieving two plates from a cabinet in your kitchen. You're angled away from him, and when you raise your arms to grab the plates, your tank top lifts enough to give him a clear view of your midriff. He quickly averts his gaze, pretending to find something on your bookshelf particularly interesting.

“I’m just really glad that they’ve worked through things and seem to be happy now,” you sigh. “He wasn’t in a good place after their breakup. Barely ever left his apartment for the longest time.”

“They’ve got something special, that’s for sure,” Logan agrees.

You hand him a plate, walking past him to your couch. You toss some of the decorative throw pillows to your recliner, making room for him on the sofa. You pat the empty space beside you, an invitation for him to make himself at home.

“Who knows, maybe they'll even get their own place soon and I won’t have to share the living room with him anymore,” he says as he sits down beside you.

It’s a pretty small couch – really more like a loveseat – so it’s a snug fit for the two of you. The skin of your exposed kneecap brushes against the fabric of his jeans as you lean forward to grab yourself a slice of pizza.

“Sounds like you just want Blind Al and Mary Puppins all to yourself,” you tease. You hand him a piece of pizza and close the box before propping your feet up on the table. You lean back, looking at him with a smirk and raised brows.

“If he moves, that dog is going with him and you know it. There’s no way he’d leave her behind,” he shakes his head.

“There’s no way Althea would let him take her. She's grown to be as attached to her as Wade is. I think even you like her more than you care to admit.”

“What can I say? She has a way of weaseling herself into your heart,” Logan sighs.

“Oh, it’s definitely the tongue,” you shrug through a bite of pizza.

Logan grimaces as a vivid image of Mary Puppins French kissing Wade awake flashes through his mind, but he can't help but laugh.

You turn on some action-comedy that Logan has never heard of, and the two of you eat and take turns making comments about whatever is happening on the screen for the first half of the movie.

He tries to stay focused on the film, he really does, but every now and then you readjust your position on the couch, causing him to catch a whiff of your perfume or your thigh will brush against his and he'll have to force his attention back to the characters on the screen.

No matter how distracting he may find your mere presence beside him, he's enjoying himself. This is by far the longest the two of you have hung out together, without the additions of his roommates and other friends. He dreads the moment that the movie ends and he’s obligated to tell you goodnight before reluctantly going back to his own apartment.

During the second act of the movie, he wonders what you’re thinking - if you could possibly be feeling the same way as him – when you randomly sit forward, grab the box of the leftover pizza off of the table in front of you, and stand to take it to your refrigerator.

It's then that he picks up on an odor – not the light floral aroma of your perfume but something new. A scent that answers the question of exactly what you had been thinking about. It’s musky and pheromonal, and even though it’s been a while since Logan has been intimate enough with a woman to smell the scent of her arousal, he recognizes it right away.

When you sit back down beside him, the sweet smell washes over him again and he bites the inside of his lip so hard that he tastes blood. The wound disappears as quickly as it’s formed, but the same can’t be said for the erection that begins to strain against the confines of his boxers.

He eyes the pile of small, decorative pillows that you had tossed to the side and wishes that he could grab one to place over his lap.

The words that you’d said to Vanessa a few days ago begin replaying in his mind for the thousandth time since he’d first heard you say them, reminding him this isn’t one-sided. He may be sitting here attempting to conceal a raging hard-on by shifting his position and subtly adjusting his pants, but Logan’s heightened sense of smell tells him that your underwear are probably starting to feel as uncomfortable as his do at the moment.

Without turning his head, he risks a glance at you. Your eyes are on the movie, and your face is neutral, but your posture gives you away. Your arms are crossed over your chest, the tips of your fingernails digging tiny crescent shaped indentations into the flesh of your upper arm. You have one of your thighs crossed over the other, locked together tightly but that doesn’t stop him from being able to smell how fucking wet you are.

“You know, if my sense of smell is as good as my sense of hearing, then I think I have a pretty good idea of what you’re thinking about right now,” Logan starts, his voice low and gruff. He watches from his peripheral vision as you freeze, your form going rigid.

“But I’d really like to hear you say it.”

You turn to him, your eyebrows quirked but your face otherwise impassive.

“I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about. What exactly is it that you’d like to hear me say?” you ask innocently. You give him doe eyes that make his cock finish filling with blood.

He huffs a laugh, picking up on the way that your heartrate accelerates when you look at him.

“I'd like to hear you say what you said to Vanessa a few days ago,” he hums. “I can’t remember exactly, but I think it had something to do with you rubbing your sweet little cunt on my abs. Does that sound familiar to you?”

“Hm,” you feign contemplation. “That doesn’t really sound like something I'd say.”

He knows you’re trying to play it cool, but there’s certain things that you just can’t hide from him – like the way your heart is beating a mile a minute and the way your nipples have pebbled beneath the thin material of your tank top.

“You’re right. It doesn't sound like something you’d say,” he snorts, and leans in so that your face is just a few inches from his. “So imagine my surprise when I walked by your apartment to hear you talking about jumping my adamantium bones.”

He doesn't miss the way your breath catches in your throat or how your eyes flicker to his lips.

“You gonna do it? Or you just gonna keep thinking about it while you're sitting beside me?”

For a second, you say nothing and Logan struggles to read your expression. Then, without taking your eyes off of him, you slowly stand in front of the couch. You reach for the hem of your tank top and pull it over your head, leaving you naked from the waist up.

Logan's mouth goes dry. Suddenly, he's all out of smart remarks.

You hook your thumbs into the waistband of your pajama shorts, pushing them down your thighs along with your panties, and let them both drop to your feet all while holding his gaze.

With you now stark naked before him, he leans forward, grasping you by the backs of your thighs and pulling you onto his lap. You straddle him, gently pushing him back against the sofa.

He tugs his own shirt over his head while you undo his belt buckle and pop open the top button of his jeans, your hands fumbling when he sheds his shirt.

Logan doesn’t typically think too much about his physical appearance. He knows he’s in good shape, and thinks he’s conventionally attractive enough. But he could see himself getting a bit of an ego, if he had someone looking at him the way you are right now on a regular basis.

You help him shimmy his jeans and boxers down far enough for his cock to spring free. You take him in your hand, using your thumb to smear the thick bead of pre-cum across the head.

“You should be careful listening to people’s conversations outside of their doors,” you hum as you pump him in one hand. You hunch over, lowering your mouth enough to spit down his shaft, lubricating the length. You smirk, glancing up at him from beneath your thick eyelashes. “Other people might not react as happily as me.”

Fuck, he knows it’s been a long time since he's even felt anyone’s hands on him, but he feels a little pathetic at the way his balls are already tightening and feeling so heavy just from the way you’re languidly stroking him.

And as much as he’d love for you to keep your hands on him, there’s time for him later. Right now, what he wants more than anything is the feeling of your pussy on him.

He pulls your hand off of him and then tugs you over his erection, trying his hardest to ignore the way the wetness between your legs glides against the tip of his cock, until you’re flat against the hard expanse of his lower stomach.

“This is what you wanted, yeah?” He grunts. You whimper in response, tightening your thighs around his sides and rocking back and forth with the smallest amount of friction. “Don’t be holding back, wanna feel you make a mess on me.”

His words seem to erase any remaining reservation that you may have had. You brace your hands on his chest and begin dragging your center across his lower stomach, your slick coating the thick trail of hair that goes from his belly button to his waistline. With every backstroke, the head of his cock juts against your ass.

You glide across him easily. Soft, wet, and warm, Logan thinks that if you feel this good on his fucking stomach then there’s no way he’ll be able to handle being inside you.

He leans his head forward, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth. You hold his head in your hands, tugging on his hair with your fingers as he teases your nipple with his tongue and teeth.

He pulls his mouth away from your breast with a wet pop. “You like this? Using me to get yourself off?”

“Mm-hmm,” you nod frantically, your answer coming out as a moan. He gives a quick, firm slap to your other breast. Judging by the sound it draws from you, you like it, so he does it again.

He'd pictured this exact scenario a shameful number of times in the last few days, but his thoughts hadn’t done you justice. Every little noise you make, every little whimper and moan as your clit brushes against the thick bulges of his muscles again and again, sounds sweeter than he could've dreamed.

He places his hands on the meat of your hips, guiding you forwards and backwards across his abdomen at a fast pace.

“Fuck,” you gasp, clenching your thighs around him as tight as you can. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum—”

“That’s right,” he coos. “Come on, cum on me.”

You dig your fingernails into his shoulders, drenching the hair on his stomach as you ride out your orgasm on him with a cry of his name.

You collapse against his chest, going still with your face in the crook of his neck as you steady your breathing.

“Look at me,” he whispers after a moment. It hits him that despite the fact that you just humped him until you came all over his abdomen, he somehow hasn’t even kissed you yet.

You pull away from his neck, looking down at him with a dazed expression. He brings your face to his mouth by the back of your neck. He wastes no more time, instantly slipping his tongue past your lips.

He holds you by the globes of your ass, which hovers just above his erection. You grind down, causing the tip of his cock to nudge against your entrance. He groans into your mouth, his cock past the point of feeling like it’s going to explode if he doesn’t fucking feel you.

“We can stop here,” he murmurs against your lips when he breaks the kiss, even though the thought kills him. He doesn’t want to stop kissing you, touching you, tasting you. It’s only been a few months, but it feels like he’s been waiting a lifetime for this and the last thing he wants is for it to come to an end. “Don’t have to go any further if you don’t—”

“No,” you exclaim with a breathy laugh. “No, I don’t want to stop. Do you want to stop?”

He grins up at you, taking his length in his hand and teasing it through your folds from below you. He coats the head in your juices before nudging it against your hole.

“Definitely don’t wanna stop, sweetheart.”

You sink down onto him at the same moment that he tilts his hips up enough to slip inside you, causing the entirety of his length to fill you at once.

You both go still, adjusting to the new sensation of each other. Your walls, velvet soft and so warm, constrict around him like a vice. He knows you’re likely tired from riding him through your first orgasm, so he begins thrusting his hips slowly, the tip of his cock nudging against your cervix.

“You’re big. So, so big,” you moan – something between a whine and a praise.

“I know, but you’re doing so good, honey,” he encourages as he eases himself in and out of you. “Don’t worry, I got you.”

You latch your lips to his again, and it’s hard for him to hold back. The feeling of your tight, perfect cunt around him and the taste of your tongue in his mouth is overwhelming. He wants to memorize every movement, every sound you make.

You snake your hand between your bodies, your fingertips finding your swollen clit and massaging languid circles. He feels you flutter around him as you start meeting his thrusts with movements of your own, and he knows you’re close.

“Not gonna last much longer, honey,” he grunts with a sharp thrust. “Feel too fucking good.”

“Cum with me,” you murmur against his mouth.

Your command causes something in him to snap. He releases a throaty growl, pistoning his hips upwards at a harsh pace as he fills you up from below. You constrict around him, crying his name into his ear as you ride out your climaxes together.

You collapse against his chest once more, his cock still nestled inside you. He loses track of how long the two of you stay like that, neither of you wanting to be the first to move.

“Remind me to eavesdrop on your conversations more often,” he huffs a laugh, still slightly out of breath.

You bring your lips to his, smiling as you give him a light kiss.

“I’ll know if you do. I have a doorbell camera. You didn’t notice that?”

thank you so much for reading <3 comments and reblogs are super appreciated. here are a few more of my favorite logan pieces that i've written ✨️

for always and ever is always for you - old man logan x healer reader

diet pepsi - old man logan x reader limousine sex

lavender and velvet - worst variant logan x neighbor reader

[peppermintquartz]

When he hears that Tommy has to work on Christmas Eve, Buck tries not to pout about it at first, and then decides, heck it, if I can't sulk about my boyfriend not being able to spend Christmas Eve with me, when can I sulk? So he weaponizes his big blue eyes and unleashes the full force of his pout, sticking out the lower lip and - by dint of some emotional effort - brings some tears to his eyes.

"Oh no, you don't do that to me now," Tommy says, raising a finger and tilting his head in that special way he does to ward off Buck at his most manipulative. He's about 40-60 when it comes to the win-loss ratio on that technique.

Buck sighs and wrinkles his nose. "I was planning on a nice dinner here at home. Tree. Nog. Roast beast."

Reaching out, Tommy ruffles Buck's curls and smiles. "At least we can decorate the tree together before then."

"They better be paying you extra for taking the shift for Christmas Eve night."

"Yeah, they do. It'll be a nice contribution to our honeymoon fund." Tommy smiles at Buck, whose stomach does a happy little flip. Technically, neither of them have popped the question, but they already know the answer is yes, and so they have already set up a whole system to allocate their money. They'll be ring shopping next week, to take advantage of Christmas sales, and just the thought of it makes Buck warm all over.

Even so, he can be melodramatic for his own entertainment. Flopping back in his chair, he cups his right cheek, adopts a pensive stare out the window, and sighs extravagantly. "I do wonder what could possibly be so important as to warrant my handsome, charming, incredible and sexy firefighter pilot boyfriend to abandon me on the most festive night of the year?"

"You know. The usual."

Wait. Tommy sounds shifty. He's usually very honest, so him trying to hide something is... off. Buck sits up straight. "Tommy...?"

"I'm serious. The usual." Tommy's ears are flushed dark pink. He's a horrendous liar.

Buck narrows his eyes, and then raises an eyebrow.

"Look, I can't tell you. I genuinely cannot. But, uh, it's a cool thing, an international thing, and it's really one of the best things I've ever done and love doing as a pilot."

"Wow," Buck murmurs. "You don't usually talk like that about your job."

"It's just a job. Most of the time. Sometimes I have to fly into hurricanes."

"No hurricanes this year," says Buck with a resolute nod. "Santa would not like flying through one. You'd have to provide Santa with air support."

"He's done it before though. The reindeer know what to do better than us," Tommy mutters absently, and then he freezes.

Buck freezes also. He stares at his boyfriend. "Tommy?"

"Hmm?" Tommy pretends he isn't terrified.

"Are you flying with... Santa... on Christmas Eve?"

"What? Hahahah of course not, ahahaha. No." But the rictus on Tommy's face tells a different story, as do the few beads of sweat that have just materialized.

Buck's jaw drops. He whispers, "You are flying with Santa!" His eyes go wide with delighted revelation. "Santa's real?"

"Shhh! No one outside of the escort party is supposed to know. And, not flying with, just providing air support to cover for him so he doesn't show on the scanners. And don't tell anyone!"

Buck mimes zipping his mouth and locking it and throwing away the key. Then he 'unzips' his lips. "I can't bear it," he declares. "You are way too cool and I need to have sex with you right now."

"What?" Tommy snorts, and then shakes his head in disbelief. "Evan, you're not being serious."

"Like a lightning strike." Buck stands, fluttering his lashes and pouting again.

Tommy doesn't fight it this time.

[m0nnypie]

01. [PROLOGUE]

✿ warnings. to all the boys I've loved before!Au, quirkless!reader, teacher!reader, aged up characters, all the boys are pro-hero (including Deku).

✿ synopsis. Your childhood letters, the ones in which you declare your love for every crush you had, ended up being sent without your permission. What could come of that?

✿ words account. 1.2k

You remember the last time your life was really in turmoil, you were only 15. And you were just some random person in the middle of a villain attack, who was saved by a bunch of teenagers in training. You certainly thanked most of them, except for that stupid blond guy you don't even like to mention by name.

But why reminisce about the past? Especially if your present was everything you wanted it to be. It wasn't news to many that people without a quirk rarely got on in the world. Especially considering that they were in the minority.

You didn't care either way, you didn't have extreme dreams for a normal person like you. You just wanted to be a teacher, and it's not as if it wasn't an important profession. It's thanks to people like you that people like the pro-heros are who they are today.

You loved how peaceful your life had become once you became a teacher. Well, more or less peaceful, I mean, a lot of the time your pupils were a bunch of jerks. But you loved them, until now.

You were already late, something that never happened. And to make matters worse, the road you took to school was in the throes of a villain attack. How wonderful. You needed to get out of there as quickly as possible.

And before you could even think about getting out of there, a piece of debris made by the fights started hurtling towards you. You were very lucky. But of course you don't have to worry, do you? The wonderful and amazing Dynamight was there to save the day! How wonderful.

"HEY YOU EXTRA! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING! CAN'T YOU SEE WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIGHT?!!!!"

You just wanted to roll your eyes at his every word. Honestly, you'd rather have been hit than even have to look that blond bastard in the face. But before you could tell him to fuck off, your eyes hit the person next to him.

"Kac-Dynamight! You can't treat civilians like that!" Those green eyes looked straight at you. "Are you all right? Where are you going? I can take you close to make sure it's safe."

He smiled at you. An adorable smile, but one you wanted to hate with all your heart. You simply didn't say anything to either of them, and began to withdraw from their presence. As you walked away, you could see the green-haired man stopping the blond from probably talking some shit that would ultimately backfire on him.

After you've finally arrived at school, and get a little scolding from the principal. You walked happily to your classroom, completely forgetting recent events.

As soon as you entered the classroom, you were greeted by your little henchmen, whom you called students. You wondered how 7-year-olds could make such a fuss at 8 in the morning.

"TEACHER! TEACHER! WHY ARE YOU LATE?" Many asked at once, and you wanted to simply ignore each question and tell them to be quiet and go sit down. But you couldn't do that, could it? How sad.

"Please be quiet!" You tried to calm the adorable little pests. "I'll only speak as soon as everyone is quiet!!!"

At that moment everyone was quiet, and you finally explained the reason for your delay. Killing the curiosity of some, but piquing the curiosity of others, who wanted to know more about the hero Dynamight and Deku.

"Were they handsome?" "Did you talk to them?" "Were they like princes?" "I wanted to marry them so badly." Silly questions from children, you know?

How you wanted to tell them to their faces how unbearable each of those stupid heroes were. But you couldn't, haha. So you just gave a fond smile and said.

"Oh yes! They're great heroes! If it weren't for them, I wouldn't even be here right now!" All your students seemed impressed and fascinated that you had come into contact with the heroes they tried to love.

"Right, kids! Now let's get to class! No more talking!" They all exclaimed sadly.

"Today's activity... is to write a letter to someone you love!" In the background, you could hear several boys and girls saying "ew", while some even seemed excited about the idea.

"But teacher! I don't know how to write a love letter!" You laughed, reaching into your bag for something.

"That's why I brought examples for you to see!" You showed them letters that were at least a few years old. "These are some I made back in my teenager days! It's not much today! But back then they were everything to me"

"Why didn't you hand them in, teacher?"

"I don't know. I guess I didn't like them enough."

"Or was it that they didn't like you, teacher?" You hated the sincerity of children.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, everyone got to write their letters. Some wrote to their parents, some even to you! You loved your students too much!

All this letter business reminded you that you really should get rid of all those old letters. That would certainly be the first thing you did as soon as you got home.

After almost dying when you got home, you wanted to just throw yourself on the bed and forget all about today. But then you remembered the letters, and how you wanted to just set fire to them.

As soon as you went to look in your bag, you didn't find anything at first. It seemed strange, but you thought it might be at the bottom, or in the middle of a folder.

But after turning that bag upside down, none of your letters were there. None of them.

"Damn it! Shit! Where is it? Where is it?"

Desperation began to hit you. What if someone from school found and read everything you wrote when you were only 15 years old? Until a memory popped into your head.

Flashback on -

"Teacher!" Kenji, one of your students raised his hand.

"Yes, Kenji?" He looked at you with a smile, a smile you hated because you knew your own students so well.

"Why don't you send the letters you made years ago now?" He said almost innocently. Almost.

"Oh... because it's been a long time!" You said with a strange laugh.

"I could give them, teacher! Me and Kaito! We know how to get the letters to them!" He said, excitedly....

"Honey, don't make this stuff up! This is all in the past!"

"Then why do you still have it? If it was history you could have thrown it away." Sometimes you hated being a teacher of seven-year-olds.

"You're just going to do your activity, right? Forget it!"

"Right, teacher! I'll forget it."

Well, that's what you thought. That he would forget about it, but life has a strange way of messing up your life, doesn't it?

Flashback off -

"Bitch. Shit."

You realize what a fuck-up you've made by trusting your own students, how could you trust those little henchmen?

And worse. What would happen to the letters? What if they read them? What if they thought you were crazy and came to make amends? You certainly know exactly who in those four letters would do that.

But this was no time to freak out, you needed to calm down.

"SHIT!" Right. You were freaking out.

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[admirationandromantics]

Josh and reader first time meeting 🥹, maybe its kind of a love at first sight thing? but none of them are brave enough to act on it.

I love the idea, they’re both so incredibly shy, none of them daring to take the first step. Chris would definitely make fun of both of them, especially Josh, because of his insistence of getting him with Ashley, and now they’re finally in his shoes. Anyways… 

Meeting and Yearning

You first met at a college party. You were invited by your good friend Ashley, and got to meet her friend group. Everyone seemed great, so kind and nice. There was one though, Chris’s friend Josh, also the brother of two of the girls. He caught your eye immediately. 

He was so pretty, his hair, his eyes, everything. How could you stop yourself from feeling flushed? Spoiler, you couldn’t. He was too pretty, too funny. Every time he talked, your head turned to look at him. Seeing how his soft lips moved, how he occasionally locked eyes with you. It was mesmerizing, he was stunning. 

You didn’t know, but he was in complete fascination with you, ever since he met you. As you were introduced by Ashley, he scanned your features. About to make a flirty remark, he stopped by your face immediately in trance. You reached out your hand to him, and he hesitantly took it, sparks flying as you touched. Even telling you his own name was difficult. “Um, I-I’m Josh” 

Ashley and Chris understood what happened as soon as they saw it. There was a sort of cosmic connection, an attraction that went beyond looks. They got together, plotting on how to get you closer. 

That’s when it started, Ashley making snide remarks everytime you got together. “Isn’t Josh looking kinda good today?” “I guess” “Go and tell him” “I should tell him that you think he looks good?” you smile, and she faceplants in her hands. This wasn’t going to be easy. 

Chris did the same with Josh, making comments here and there. “So… you and her?” “What?” “There’s something going on” “No, nothing’s going on” “If you say so” “No, really, nothing’s going on” “Mhm” 

They weren’t getting any way, and now had to make a new plan. The occasional drinking game never worked. You both got flustered and quiet, refusing to break the tension-filled silence. That is, before Ashely got the idea of the century. She was going to introduce you to someone else. 

“Okay, just to get it straight, you’re not into Josh?” “No, I’m not. Stop asking” “So, can I set you up with someone?” “What? No” “Come on, you need to get out there” You sighed as you complied, taking up her offer. Maybe this would get you over him. After all, having a crush since the first time you met him was not ideal. 

The date didn’t go well, the guy being boring and not caring about you at all. At the next party, he was there, but luckily, you didn’t talk. Until Chris brought him over, basically forcing you to. You put on a fake smile, asking him the basic things. 

You didn’t know, but Chris went to the other side of the room, conversing with Josh. “Who’s that?” “A friend of Ashley, she tried setting them up” “Wait, right now?” “Yeah, got a problem with it?” “What the hell man, of course I do!” “Then you should do something about it” Chris smiles as Josh gets more aggravated, unsure about how to approach the situation. At the end, he takes a shot, collecting his thoughts before walking over. 

You see him, signalling with pleading eyes to get you out of there. His aggravated self stops, surprised by your silent request. Luckily, he helps you, telling you that he needs you for something. You both leave the guy, walking deeper into the house and start talking. 

“So, you guys not a thing?” “What? Absolutely not!” “He seemed nice” “Not what I’m looking for” you answer, eyes gracing over his body. 

A realisation suddenly pops into Josh, and he can’t help his next question. “What are you looking for?” You become silent, eyes roaming over him, unsure about what to say. He has a sort of glint in his eyes, his body shifting to face you as your stares lock. Before you can understand what’s happening, he closes the distance between you, capturing your lips in a kiss. 

In the distance, Ash and Chris give each other a high five.

[kaqtusm]

Things I do instead of writing my fic aka the Domingo song but make it Jegulus

[Peter, Sirius and Remus]

The groomsmen wanted a celebration

So we took a trip, bachelor vacation

'Cause we know he needs one, a break from Lily

Just kidding, Lils, we're glad he has you

We're out, the shots are flowing, yeah

Guys on the dance floor grooving, yeah

We say, "No thanks, he's taken," yeah

Now he's with a hot guy, but he looks straight, heard his name is Regulus

Second location, maybe he's bi, still dancing with Regulus

Third location, fully gay, fully touching Regulus

"I can't wait to be married," he's pointing to Regulus

[Lily]

So quick question, who's Regulus?

[James]

Oh, just Sirius’ brother we randomly met at the club, I told you about him

[Lily]

I'm positive you did not

[Peter, Sirius and Remus]

In the bathroom, we take him outside

He says, "Don't worry, we won't cross the line"

"Think of your fiancé," he says, "Good reminder"

Hands me his ring, then we can't find him

[Lily]

You took off your ring? Is this true?

[James]

Well, I just didn't want to lose it in the hot tub

[Lily]

What hot tub?

[Peter, Sirius and Remus]

Now we're back in the house, in the hot tub, he's there with Regulus

Ask us to leave, get a hotel, he's vibing with Regulus

[Lily]

You asked them to leave and get a hotel?

[James]

Shh! You’re missing it

[Peter, Sirius and Remus]

At the Marriott, googling Regulus

Just to make sure he's not psycho

But he's actually a doctor and randomly a model

And he volunteers with weird, sick animals (Oh-oh!)

[Lily]

Is the point of this song just that James cheated on me all weekend?

[Peter]

No, the point is, it's Espresso

[Sirius]

You’re not even listening to the lyrics

[Lily]

That’s all I'm listening to!

[Peter, Sirius and Remus]

The next day, he said, "Nothing happened"

They talked all night about you, Lily

Then at brunch, he just starts crying

We ask him, "Why?", he says, "I'm just so tired"

We say, "Take a nap"

He says, "I'm not that kind of tired"

[Lily]

Okay, I need answers now about you and whoever this Regulus guy is

And not for nothing, but the rhyme scheme has gone completely out the window

[James]

Okay look, I'm sorry I met someone I connected with, but Regulus is in the past

[Regulus]

James, I'm here!

[Lily]

See now, if this is Regulus, I'm gonna be pissed

[Regulus]

Hey girl!

Came all this way, had to explain, direct from Regulus

James is a friend, he’s like my bro, but we did hook up though

[Lily]

What? Why would you guys tell me this through song?

[James]

I hope we can still be friends

[catsannie]

IM JUST EMBARRASSED

SYNOPSIS~ when your friends reach out saying you need to be more “social” and need to talk to more people, your friend tells you she “knows a guy” for you to get aquatinted with, what she didn’t tell you is he’s in another country and doesn’t speak the same language. will this work out?

AUTHORS NOTE ~ heyyyyy guys im starting to get back into writing this again, ive just been so busy 😔 but i hope yall enjoy this chapter! i apologize if its boring and if its ass😭, im still getting back into the hang of things

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Putting down her phone defeated, y/n looks over at the character that has been idling on her island. ‘why did i have to say i only knew animal crossing, i could have lied. or tried to change the conversation to something else.”

As she was about to turn off the switch a buzzing came from the couch. Looking towards the phone, it was yeri.

“Hey yeri, what’s up?” Y/N asked while trying to put everything away.

“you’re never going to believe who i got a message from!!” she squealed. Knowing yeri it was either a new guy she was talking to, or seunghun and yonghee trying to get her help on something.

“i don’t know yeri, was it seunghun telling you he got his foot stuck in a pot again?” Y/N asked. Knowing seunghun it was a possibility. “cause i can’t deal with having to put butter around his ankle because he’s too afraid to break the pot.”

“uhhhhh no, it was San!” Yeri exclaimed. “ he felt bad with how the conversation went and wants to try again!”

With a sigh, Y/N sat back down on her couch, ‘San? feel bad? why would he feel bad?’ does he just want to feel bad cause he can? or is there another reason. “Yeri, why does he feel bad? i should be the one feeling bad, cause clearly animal crossing wasn’t the greatest answer to give him.”

It was embarrassing. Since he clearly didn’t play the game or possibly like it. But there are more conversations to have that does not involve video games that neither of them play… for certain reasons.

“It is just who he is as a person Y/N. He feels bad that he asked a stupid question and didn’t ask a more straight forward one. He was also nervous.” Yeri Added. Y/N could hear some shuffling from the other end of the phone, yeri was either fidgeting because she’s nervous or getting onto her couch.

At this point, she was willing to play the long game. Test out the waters with San and see where things go. It could either go good and she learns the language, or it goes bad like all the other men she’s talked to in the past.

“Fine Yeri, if that’s how he feels about it i’ll send him a message tomorrow. I just want to turn off my switch and watch some tv. My brain is fried.” Y/N chuckled while picking up the switch controller.

“Your brain wouldn’t be fried if you went outside instead of playing animal crossing all day. But anyways, i’ll talk to you later i think seunghun actually got his foot stuck in a pot.” Yeri sighed while abruptly hanging up.

It was a normal occurrence for their friendship, Yeri being the sweetheart of them all. She sees the good in everyone, it doesn’t matter if you screwed her over in the past. If there was one person Y/N could trust with her life it was Yeri.

Looking at the time on her phone, Y/N stands up and cracks her back.

“yeah it’s about time i get my ass off this couch and do something.” Y/N mumbles while turning off the console.

Tomorrow will be the day she reaches out to San again to have an actual conversation.

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[clairedaring]

Hi! I saw that you've read Euthanasia, and I had a question after watching episode 7 of Spare Me Your Mercy. I'm curious about the framing of Boss' death and what space the novel gives to tease out the complexities of euthanasia and disability? As a disabled watcher, I come to discussions of euthanasia outside terminal illness quite wary. Though I'm certainly coming from a Western context where euthanasia and disability is a very sensitive topic and the conversation might look pretty different in Thailand. The framing in the show felt at the very least rushed in terms of building any nuance into the conversation so far, so I'm curious if and how the novel explores the complexities of this.

Hi Shane 💖

To be honest I think that the series is doing far better in terms of show the complexities than the books in terms of euthanasia (i know, unbelievable but bare with me for a second here friend).

So.... the biggest difference the series has made so far is changing the roles between Somsak and Boss. In the book, Somsak was the main culprit and Boss was his accomplice in the way that Boss/Boze also idolises Kan and his ideals -> Somsak convinced Boss to join him in his quest to euthanise patients.

And if you ask what Doctor Somsak's motivation is? There isn't more to it as much as he believes in the same thing as Kan and Kan coming to the hospital is now a future scapegoat for him.

In the novel, Kan also deliberately euthanised/murdered Dr. Somsak when he was in the hospital after they were both injured in their gun fight (similar to what happened to Boss) (pinging @waitmyturtles who may be interested to know that novel!Kan wasn't just a morally grey ass, he really did fuck up there and genuinely did not deserve to end up with Wasan where they left them in the first novel).

But there wasn't a dramatic conversation between them like how Boss asked Kan to do kill him. No, like novel!Kan straight up murdered Somsak to keep him from telling everyone his secret (granted it was his only murder and he did go to prison for it but yeah still novel!Kan was... something else).

So in this sense I think the series has already done much better with the topic of euthanasia, opening up more sides to the debates whereas the novel only touches upon euthanasia in a very surface level way to move forward with its the murder mystery plot.

It's doing it very clumsily for sure but for instance I like that Boss's background story represented how his mother got caregiver burnout and in a country where public healthcare is not as developed and there aren't much welfare or support schemes for people living in rural areas, it's not uncommon to see this seemingly selfish thinking from people around terminally ill/permanently disabled people. It's selfish and inherently discriminatory but it's a raw representation of the painfully ugly mindset people may harbour but will never say it out loud in public.

I'm in no way defending this series by the way, I'm simply saying that if you're looking for more nuances and complexities on the topic of euthanasia in the novels, they're definitely not going to offer that. I would say that the novels offer more complexities in the development of the relationship between Kan and Wasan because it's constructed in a way that's much more believable for reader audience.

The series... I think EP.7 tried a little too much with incorporating assisted suicide into euthanasia which is only going to make it much more controversial.

I hope these little novel spoilers help and answer some of your questions. I really can't offer anything from the novels in terms of disability because it wasn't even mentioned once ಥ_ಥ

[gmikaelson]

The Assistant | K.M

Summary: Your were captured by Klaus Mikaelson after he caught you snooping around in his house unattended. Somehow, you end up as his assistant.

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(Y/N) was thrown recklessly onto the cold hard basement floor that belonged to the all-mighty Klaus Mikaelson, the big bad original hybrid that everyone whispers about. He kneeled to her level, getting a little too close for comfort.

“Now why would such a pretty face risk being ripped into pieces coming here?" He teased the smirk on his lips quickly fading as he waited for her response growing impatient by the second as the both of them sat in silence.

(Y/N) sat up and scooted back from him. Shit, she thought. I've been caught. She tries to play it off but knows he can hear her pounding heart with his vampire hearing. 

"I...Uh...I heard that this would be a cool party to go to. I was just looking for the bathroom upstairs" she gulped, "please don’t hurt me" she immediately spews out 

Klaus' eyes gleamed with predatory amusement as he observed her futile attempt to create distance between them both. The scent of her fear was intoxicating, and the rapid drumming of her heart echoed like a symphony in his ears.

"Love, do you really expect me to believe that pitiful excuse? I can smell the vervain in your pocket... tsk tsk" He moved with supernatural speed, suddenly appearing and crouching behind her, his breath ghosting against her neck. "And here I thought we could have started this evening honestly."

His hand shot out, gripping her wrist with calculated force – enough to restrain but not enough to break bones. Yet. The ancient vampire pulled the vervain-filled vial from her pocket with his other hand, examining it with mock curiosity before throwing it against the opposite wall, letting the glass shards and liquid trickle to the floor.

"Now, sweetheart, shall we try this again? Who sent you to my home? And do choose your next words carefully – I'm not known for my patience, and I find torture to be such a tedious way to start an evening." His voice carried a dangerous edge beneath its velvet smoothness, blue eyes flickering with barely contained violence as he awaited her response.

(Y/N) kept her gaze straight ahead, goosebumps trailing down her skin as she felt his hot breath against her skin,  “okay, so what? You found vervain in my pocket. This town is full of vampires. I’d be an idiot not to have some on me…and in me” she added, wanting to make it clear that he can’t compel or drink from her. “And…no one sent me”

Klaus chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating through the basement. In a flash, he had her pinned against the wall, his forearm pressed firmly across her collarbone. His other hand traced her jawline with deceptive gentleness.

"Darling, your defiance is as admirable as it is foolish. While I do appreciate a woman with spirit, let's not forget who you're dealing with." His eyes momentarily flashed amber, revealing his hybrid nature. "I can smell the vervain in your system, yes, but that won't protect you forever. I have all the time in the world to wait it out."

He leaned closer, his lips nearly brushing her ear as he spoke in a hushed, threatening tone. "And as for no one sending you... I've lived a thousand years, love. I can tell when someone is lying to me. The question is, what should I do with you while we wait for the truth to surface?"

"Perhaps I should introduce you to my art studio upstairs? I find that red is a particularly inspiring color to paint with." His smirk grew wider, revealing the hint of fangs. "Though I must admit, it would be a shame to mar such a beautiful canvas too quickly."

Was he threatening her…or flirting?

(Y/N) smiles, although hints of nervousness still played on her face, “Well I guess we’ll have to get to know each other really well in the three days you wait for the vervain to leave my system. Until then, I’m afraid you won’t get anything out of me without compulsion”

Klaus' eyes sparkled with intrigue at her boldness, a genuine smile replacing his threatening smirk. He released his hold on her but remained close, creating an intimate cage with his body.

"Three days? My, my... aren't we presumptuous?" He reached out, twirling a strand of her dark golden-brown hair between his fingers. "What makes you think I need compulsion when I have such... persuasive methods at my disposal? Though I must say, your audacity is refreshing. Most people would be begging for their lives by now."

His expression shifted to one of calculated interest as he studied her features more intently, like a predator assessing its prey. "You know what? I think I'll take you up on that offer of getting to know each other. Let's start with dinner - and before you worry that pretty little head of yours, you'll be sitting at my table, not on it. Though I do recommend you don't try to run... my hospitality has its limits."

"Follow me, love. Let's see if your wit remains as sharp over a glass of wine." He gestured toward the stairs, maintaining his dangerous charm while making it clear that this wasn't actually a request.

(Y/N) gulps, adjusting her hair, not looking away from him. She also adjusts her shirt, "I wasn't worrying. I told you, I have vervain in my system so you can't drink my blood" she starts walking up the steps and out of the basement. Most of the partygoers were gone, just the people who lived here remained...and the people they were feeding off of. 

Klaus followed closely behind her, amused by (Y/N)’s continued display of bravado. His hand found the small of her back, guiding her past the grotesque scene of feeding vampires with a possessive touch.

"Sweetheart, if I wanted your blood, a little vervain wouldn't stop me. I've endured far worse pain in my millennium of existence." His fingers traced small circles on her back as he led her toward his private dining room. "Though I must say, your confidence is either incredibly brave or remarkably stupid. I haven't quite decided which."

He pulled out a chair at an elaborately set table, his movements graceful yet predatory. The candlelight cast dancing shadows across his features as he poured two glasses of wine from a bottle that probably cost more than most people's monthly rent. "You see, love, I find myself intrigued. Most people who sneak into my home are either suicidal or working for someone powerful enough to make them feel brave. Yet you... you carry yourself differently."

"So tell me," he sat across from her, his intense gaze fixed on her face, "what makes a beautiful woman like yourself risk everything to enter the lion's den? And please, don't insult us both with another story about looking for the bathroom."

(Y/N) takes a look around, "how about you answer me first?" she lifts the glass to her lips, taking a small sip, "do you just randomly have the table set in case there are any impromptu dinners that need to be held?" She ask, lookin at him over the rim.

Klaus leaned back in his chair, a mix of irritation and amusement playing across his features. He swirled the wine in his glass, watching the deep red liquid dance.

"Careful, love. Your charm won't distract me from the fact that you're still avoiding my questions." He took a deliberate sip of his wine before continuing."Though to satisfy your curiosity, I always keep a proper dining setting. You'd be surprised how often I entertain... unexpected guests. Some leave satisfied, others leave in pieces. The outcome usually depends on their cooperation."

Standing smoothly, he moved behind her chair, his hands resting on her shoulders with a touch that was both intimate and threatening, causing her to flinch slightly. "Now, since we're playing this little game of quid pro quo, how about we make it interesting? For every question you answer truthfully, I'll grant you one of your own. Lie to me, however..." His fingers tightened slightly on her shoulders, "and I might have to reconsider my generous hospitality. What do you say, sweetheart?"

"What if I don't have an answer for you?" (Y/N) says, her voice steady despite the rapid beating of her heart

Klaus' fingers traced up her neck, sending an intentional shiver down her spine before he leaned down, his lips barely grazing her ear.

"Now that's the first honest thing you've said all evening." He moved back to his seat with supernatural grace, picking up his wine glass with a calculated casualness that belied the predatory gleam in his eyes. "Though I find it hard to believe someone as intelligent as you would risk entering my home without purpose. Perhaps you don't have all the answers, but you certainly have some."

Rising again, he circled the table slowly, like a wolf stalking its prey. "Tell me this much, love - did you come here of your own accord, or are you another pawn sent to distract me while some pitiful plot unfolds? Because if it's the latter..." His expression darkened dangerously as he stopped beside her, "I should warn you that I've already dispatched the group of vampires who tried to breach my study while you've been keeping me... entertained."

(Y/N)’s heart skips a beat at what he says, just the confirmation Klaus needed. She shrugs, "I told them it would be foolish to try and distract you. My turn,"  She reaches for an egg roll, biting into it, "define what exactly you mean by 'dispatched'?"  asking with a hint of worry in her tone

Klaus' expression shifted to one of lethal satisfaction, clearly pleased to have caught her in her admission. He reached out, thumb brushing away a crumb from her lower lip with deliberate slowness.

"Ah, so you were part of their little scheme after all. How disappointing." His voice carried a dangerous edge as he gripped her chin firmly, forcing her to meet his gaze. "As for your question, love... let's just say they're currently redecorating my courtyard in various pieces. Though I saved their heads - might need them for identification purposes. Perhaps you'd like to help me with that?"

In a blur of movement, he had her pushed against the dining room wall, one hand pressed beside her head while the other still held her chin. "Now, sweetheart, since we're finally being honest with each other, why don't you tell me exactly who 'they' are before I decide whether you'll be joining your friends in their artistic contribution to my garden?"

The breath was slightly knocked out of her chest at his actions, "bold of you to assume that they are my friends" (Y/N) responds. 

Klaus' eyes flickered with intrigue as he leaned closer, his body effectively caging her against the wall. The scent of her perfume mixed with fear created an intoxicating combination.

"Not friends then? Even more interesting." His free hand trailed down her arm, a deceptively gentle touch that contrasted with his threatening posture. "Tell me, love, if they weren't your friends, what leverage did they have to make such a clever girl take such a foolish risk? Because right now," he pressed closer, his lips ghosting along her jaw, "you're the only one left alive to face my... disappointment."

His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back slightly to expose her neck. "I can hear your heart racing, darling. Is it fear? Or is there something else you're not telling me? Because I'm starting to think there's much more to this story than a simple distraction attempt."

"nuh uh,” she says boldly, “I think it’s my turn to ask a question. I just answered yours"

Klaus let out a dark chuckle, his breath warm against her neck. Instead of pulling away, he pressed closer, one hand still tangled in her hair while the other traced patterns on her hip.

"By all means, love. Your attempt to maintain control of this situation is rather... entertaining." 

His eyes gleamed dangerously in the dimmed lighting, a predatory smile playing on his lips. "Though I should warn you - my patience isn't infinite, and dawn is still hours away. Ask your question."

He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his gaze intense and calculating. "But choose wisely, sweetheart. The nature of your question might reveal more about you than my answer will about me."

"Hmm," (Y/N) takes a moment to think about her question, "What’s your favorite painting technique?" She asks curiously. She can see the slight pinch in his brows that form at her question. 

Klaus' expression shifted from dangerous to genuinely surprised, then intrigued. His grip on her hair loosened slightly as he studied her face with renewed interest, searching for any sign of mockery but finding none.

"Of all the questions you could ask while pinned against my wall..." He released her suddenly, taking a step back with an appreciative smirk. "I prefer oils. They're unforgiving, much like myself - every stroke must be intentional, decisive. The depth and richness they provide is... unmatched." His eyes darkened with passion as he spoke about his art. "Though I must admit, I'm particularly fond of mixing my own colors. Sometimes with... unconventional materials."

Moving to the side table, he poured more wine into both glasses, his movements precise and elegant. "Now, love, since you've shown an interest in my artistic pursuits, perhaps you'd like to see my studio? Though I should warn you - some of my recent works are still... fresh." His tone carried both an invitation and a threat, reminding her of the bodies he'd mentioned earlier.

"I would" she answered with a small smile, "and I would like to inform you that you just asked me a question and I answered it truthfully. The ball is now back in my court." (Y/N) walks over and takes her wine glass. 

Klaus' lips curled into an amused smile as he inclined his head, acknowledging her clever manipulation of his own game. He gestured toward the ornate staircase with an exaggerated bow.

"Quite the skilled player you're proving to be, aren't you, love?" He followed closely behind her, his hand finding its way to the small of her back once again as he guided her up the stairs. "Though I must say, your interest in art rather than self-preservation is... refreshingly unique. Most people in your position would be asking about escape routes by now."

As they reached the top of the stairs, he paused, turning her to face him with supernatural speed, her breath hitching at the sudden action. His eyes searched hers intensely, a mixture of suspicion and fascination evident in his gaze. "Go on then, sweetheart. Ask your question. But remember - while you might be clever enough to play this game, I've had a thousand years to perfect it."

(Y/N) turns her head, looking down to the courtyard, "who are the other people who live here?" she asks, turning around and stepping closer to the railing. 

Klaus moved to stand beside (Y/N), his shoulder brushing against hers as he gazed down at the courtyard below. The moonlight cast shadows across his sharp features, highlighting the dangerous beauty of his profile.

"Ah, curious about my family, are we?" He turned to face her, leaning casually against the railing. "My siblings - when they're not daggered in boxes for their betrayals - occupy this compound. Elijah, ever the noble one in his suits; Rebekah, my sweet sister with a rather unfortunate taste in men; and occasionally Kol, when he's not causing chaos elsewhere." His tone carried both affection and threat when speaking of his family.

He stepped closer, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear with deliberate gentleness. "Though I should warn you, love - any thoughts of playing my siblings against me would be... unwise. Family feuds are strictly an internal affair, and I'm rather protective of what's mine." His eyes flashed dangerously despite his soft touch. "Now, since you've shown such interest in my household, tell me - what exactly were you looking for in my study while your... associates created their distraction?"

(Y/N) hesitates for a moment, taking a breath before speaking. "They spoke about a weapon...one that could take you down. That's what I was supposed to find," she says, looking into his eyes as he tucks her hair back

Klaus' expression darkened dangerously, his hand sliding from her hair to grip her throat - not tight enough to choke, but firm enough to demonstrate his power. His eyes flickered amber for a moment, betraying his hybrid nature.

"And here I was, starting to enjoy our little game." He leaned in closer, his lips nearly brushing against hers as he spoke. (Y/N)’s breath caught in her throat. "Tell me, sweetheart, did they happen to mention what kind of weapon? Because I've spent centuries ensuring that anything capable of killing me was destroyed." His other hand gripped her waist possessively.

"Though I must admit," his grip relaxed slightly as a cruel smile played across his lips, "sending someone as captivating as you was clever. They clearly knew my... appreciation for beauty. But they severely underestimated how many beautiful things I've destroyed over the centuries." His thumb traced her bottom lip, the gesture both threatening and intimate. "So what's it to be, love? Will you tell me everything now, or shall we wait for the vervain to leave your system?"

(Y/N) tilts her head, not answering his question. Suddenly her lower lip started quivering and her chest heaved as tears formed in her eyes.

Klaus' expression shifted minutely, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features as he watched her tears form. His grip on her throat loosened, though his hand remained in place.

"Now, now, love. Don't tell me those tears are for the people who sent you to your death?" He studied her face intently, centuries of experience making him search for any sign of manipulation. "Though something tells me there's more to those tears than simple fear or regret."

His thumb wiped away a tear that escaped down (Y/N)’s cheek, the gesture surprisingly gentle for someone who had just been threatening her. "You mentioned they weren't your friends. Were you perhaps... coerced into this suicide mission? Speak freely, sweetheart. I find myself rather curious about what could drive someone like you to attempt such a foolish endeavor."

"T-they lied to me" she mumbles, turning her face away from him, wiping the tears with her hand, leaving a trail of mascara,

Klaus caught her chin gently but firmly, turning her face back towards his. For a moment, his expression showed genuine intrigue rather than its usual threatening demeanor. In a swift movement, he guided her to a nearby chaise lounge.

"They lied to you?" His voice carried a dangerous edge, though it wasn't directed at (Y/N). "Do elaborate, love. I find myself particularly... interested in those who would use deception to orchestrate plots against me." He settled beside her, maintaining an intimidating presence while showing unexpected patience.

His hand moved to rest on her knee, a gesture that could be interpreted as either comforting or possessive. "Tell me everything, sweetheart. And do keep in mind - I can still tell when you're lying, tears or not. Though something tells me," his thumb wiped away another stray tear, "these particular tears are quite genuine."

"I...I was seeing someone. I didn't know he was a vampire. A few days ago he told me that he needed me to do something for him and when I refused, he told me that my sister would be harmed if I didn't cooperate," she sniffled, "said all I had to do was go up to your study and grab this...weapon. They said you'd be distracted by the party. And now, like the idiot I am, I realize they never told me exactly what I was supposed to get. They planned on me getting caught.” she said in realization, grappling with revelation, “so that when you take me to the basement, they go in themselves." 

(Y/N) turns to Klaus, "They deliberately sent me in because they assumed you'd kill me instantly" I cry more, "How could he do this to me?"

Klaus' expression darkened dangerously, but for once, his anger wasn't directed at her. His hand moved from her knee to cup her face, thumb brushing away tears with unexpected tenderness.

"Ah, love. The oldest trick in the book - using an innocent's heart against them." His other hand clenched into a fist, veins appearing briefly under his eyes before he controlled himself. "Tell me their names. Particularly this... boyfriend of yours. I find myself suddenly very interested in having a chat with someone who would orchestrate such a cruel manipulation."

He pulled her closer, his predatory nature momentarily overshadowed by a protective anger that surprised even him. "And your sister? Where is she now? Because if they've harmed her..." His eyes flashed amber again, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, "I might have to demonstrate why I've survived a thousand years while others have perished trying to outsmart me.” 

"I don't know any of them, but I'm assuming you killed them all already when they went into your study. As for my sister, she's with my...I don't even want to call him boyfriend anymore. His name is Liam Johnson."

(Y/N) takes his hands into hers, "Please Klaus, I'm begging you" she pleads, "I know we don't know each other and you owe me absolutely nothing but please help me save her. She's too young for this vampire business. I'll do anything you want. please. “ The please comes out as a broken whisper. 

Klaus' eyes darkened at her touch, a complex mix of emotions crossing his features. He intertwined his fingers with hers, studying the delicate contrast between their hands.

"Liam Johnsen," he repeated the name like a death sentence, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "How convenient that I already know exactly where this particular vampire likes to nest." He reached up, brushing her hair back from your tear-stained face. "And as for owing you nothing... well, let's just say I have a particular distaste for those who use innocent siblings as leverage. Hits rather close to home, you might say."

In one fluid motion, he stood, pulling her up with him. His hand cupped her face, thumb tracing her bottom lip as his eyes bore into hers with intense focus. "I'll help you retrieve your sister, love. But understand this - once this is done, you belong to me. Consider it payment for my assistance." His voice dropped to a dangerous purr. "Do we have a deal, sweetheart?"

(Y/N) nods her head furiously, "Yes. please just help her. She doesn't know about any of this. She’s only 15 and doesn't know about the supernatural. I just want to keep her safe. please klaus. I will be forever indebted to you"

Klaus' grip on her tightened possessively as a predatory smile spread across his face. He pulled her flush against him, one hand tangling in her hair while the other wrapped around her waist. (Y/N)’s forgot how to breathe for a moment

"Forever is a very long time, love. Be careful what you promise to an immortal." His lips brushed against her ear as he spoke. "Though I must admit, your devotion to your sister is... admirable. It reminds me of someone I know." The last words carried a hint of personal meaning.

He pulled back slightly, his expression turning deadly serious. "Now, listen carefully, sweetheart. You'll stay here where it's safe while I handle this... situation. And by handle, I mean I'm going to remind dear Liam why crossing an Original is a fatal mistake." His thumb traced her jawline with dangerous gentleness. "Don't worry about your sister - I'll ensure she returns home with no memory of this unfortunate evening. You, however..." his eyes darkened with possession, "You'll be staying right here where I can keep an eye on my newest... acquisition." 

She nods, taking a seat as he walks away. She wipes the tears from her face, "Please hurry. I do not want to imagine what the asshole might have already done to her since his friends are dead"

"No harm will come to your sister, love. You have my word." He pressed his lips to her forehead in an unexpectedly gentle gesture. "And contrary to popular belief, I always keep my word." His expression darkened dangerously as he pulled away. "Though I can't promise the same mercy to those who thought they could use an innocent child to manipulate their way into my home."

In a flash, he was down by the doorway, his hand resting on the frame as he turned back to look up at (Y/N) one final time, "No harm will come to your sister, love. You have my word. And contrary to popular belief, I always keep my word." His expression darkened dangerously. 

"Though I can't promise the same mercy to those who thought they could use an innocent child to manipulate their way into my home. And when I return... we'll discuss the exact terms of your newfound indebtedness to me." 

With that, he vampire sped out of the compound, leaving behind a very worried (Y/N). 

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(Y/N) dug a hole into the carpet of Klaus’ study, unable to sit still. Klaus appeared suddenly, startling her, his expression cold and calculated as blood stained the edges of his formerly pristine shirt. His eyes tracked her startled movement with predatory focus.

"Your sister is safe at home, tucked in bed with no memory of this evening's... unfortunate events." He moved to pour himself a drink, maintaining a deliberate distance from her. "As for your former paramour, let's just say he won't be manipulating any more innocent women into his schemes."

He took a slow sip of his bourbon, watching (Y/N) over the rim of his glass with dangerous intensity. "Now, about our arrangement, love. Since you've proven yourself either brave or foolish enough to enter my home once already, I think it's only fitting that you remain here where I can ensure you won't be involved in any more plots against me. Consider it both protection and insurance."

(Y/N) sighs in relief, sitting back down, nodding her head, "Okay. I’ll...stay here. although I’ll have to come up with some excuse so my family doesn't worry" she sniffles, thinking about what to tell her family. 

Klaus observed her from across the room, his posture relaxed but alert, like a predator assessing potential prey. He swirled the bourbon in his glass methodically.

"You'll tell them you've taken a job as my personal assistant. The pay is excellent, of course," his lips curved into a cold smile. "And you'll be free to visit them - under supervision. I'm not completely unreasonable, love, but I'm not foolish either." He set his glass down with deliberate precision.

Moving closer, he towered over her seated form, his eyes hard and calculating. "Let me be clear, sweetheart - while I've helped your sister, don't mistake that for trust. You entered my home as part of a plot against me, regardless of the circumstances. Consider yourself lucky that I find you... intriguing enough to keep alive."

She nods standing up. She looks at him for a moment before wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him, "thank you" she whispered closing her eyes and relaxing against him

Klaus stiffened at the unexpected contact, his body going rigid. After a moment, he firmly grasped her shoulders and pushed her back, his expression hard and suspicious.

"That's enough of that, love." His voice carried a warning edge as he created distance between them. "Don't mistake my assistance for kindness. I'm not your savior, and this isn't a fairy tale." His eyes narrowed dangerously. "I'm still the monster they warned you about."

He moved to the door, his posture tense and predatory. "One of my hybrids will show you to your room. I suggest you get some rest - tomorrow we'll discuss the exact terms of your... employment. And sweetheart?" He paused, casting a cold glance over his shoulder. "Don't try anything foolish during the night. The consequences would be... unfortunate."

He disappears and a few moments later, one of his hybrids comes to escort her​​

Klaus watched from the shadows of the upper balcony as his hybrid led her down the corridor. His expression remained calculating and cold, fingers drumming thoughtfully against the railing.

"Make sure she stays in her room, Darren." His commanding voice echoed through the hallway, causing his hybrid to straighten immediately. "And do keep in mind - if she manages to escape on your watch, you'll wish I had left you suffering through those transformations in the Appalachians."

He turned away, his footsteps echoing ominously through the compound as he headed toward his study. The night's events had left him with much to consider - particularly the curious mix of bravery and vulnerability she’d displayed. But trust wasn't something Klaus Mikaelson gave easily, and one rescued sister wouldn't change a thousand years of paranoia.

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A/N: so excited to finally get this out. Any feedback is appreciated

This was getting too long so I decided to split it. I’m so happy with what I can up with. The banter is just *chefs kiss*

Stay tuned for part 2!

I love you ♡

P.s. let me know if you want to be tagged when I post the second part

[clumsycunt]

switch!matt x switch reader - smut

Suprise!?

Surprising bsf!Matt after his long week, but walking in on him masterbating by accident.

First time writing. thought I'd do my favourite trope with Matt cs Chris defo isn't a sub *sigh*. Any tips and honest feedback is good for me and if it's shit, tell me. I'm good with criticism.

warnings - mommy/daddy kink, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it pleaseee) oral m! receiving, breeding kink, bulge kink, I think that's it

Matt groans awake, rubbing his eyes adjusting to the sunlight that beamed through his half open blinds. Rolling onto his back, the duvet kept tight to his body and grazed against his clothed dick, which created a sudden flicker of pleasure. Lifting up the quilt he saw his cock tight against his boxers.

Realising he wasn't busy today he decided to relax himself after hectic week, his hand slowly made his way to his crotch and started palming himself through his boxers. Moving the quilt down his body, he pulled his boxers to his thighs. Which made his hard dick spring out bouncing onto his stomach.

His right hand started pumping his cock as he tipped his head back in pleasure, letting out quiet whimpers. His mind started to wander, fantasizing about you, your body, voice, gorgeous face. Letting the thought of you fload his thoughts, his hand started to quicken, hips jerking up with every other pump.

Meanwhile, you were coming round due to your knowledge of his free time, and not seeing eachother for the full week prior. You decided to give your best friend a suprise visit. You enter their house and make your way up the stairs, spotting Nick at the kitchen table eating his breakfast and guessed he was working, due to the loud clicking and focus he had on the computer infront of him.

"Hey Nick," you say in a quiet tone, to not disturb him as much as possible. He looked up and gave a sweet smile and greeted you back. You saunted past him and made your way to Matt's room.

You opened the door unannounced, to create the absolute possibility of suprise, but suddenly met with the sight of Matt silently jerking off, biting on his top and bucking his hips up everytime his hand meets the base of his dick.

A sudden warm feeling overcame you in your panties. His quiet whimpers filled the room, along with an occasional hiccup. After a couple of seconds you felt hot and needy hearing him and decided to free the unbeknownst tension.

Making yourself known by creaking the door fully open, your figure stood still in the doorway with wide eyes as the only visible emotion. He looked towards his bedroom door and gasped the collar of the t-shirt, out of his mouth. Pulling up the duvet, covering himself up to his neck.

Staring at eachother, you let out a slight giggle and lifted your hand to your mouth. Straightening yourself up, putting on a more serious manner and questioned, "Do you need any help?"

He quickly nodded, your change in attitude made him nervous. This was obvious due his pleading eyes lifting his body and sitting himself up halfway. You decided to tease him even more, even though his state made you more wet that you were before. Closing the door, you made your way and approached his bed and in a sultry voice said,

"Sorry sweet I need words, tell me what you need."

You sat next to his weak frame. Pulling the quilt down, along with his boxers pulling them straight off. The tip of dick red and covered in pre-cum and it bouncing from your presence alone. Your tone makes him shudder as he nervously speaks,

"Need you so bad, need your mouth," trying to keep eye contact.

"I thought so, let me help." You smirked lifting your body onto the bed, you mount his thighs. He moved his hands to your hips while his slightly sweaty face stared at you for any discomfort, but wasn't met with any just a slight smirk while your tongue covered your teeth.

Grabbing the bottom of his top, you slowly started to lift it looking at him for permission, nodding he helped you throwing it to the side and looked back at you with a deep blush covering his face.

He did the same for you slightly tugging at your top, lifting it up and throwing it to the side aswell. Your tits now in his face, perky nipples just waiting to be sucked on.

Seeing his distracted face your hand grabbed his chin, lifting his head up so his eyes meet your own, his top teeth tugging his bottom lip.

"My eyes are up here baby," you teased and he quietly apologized. You inched your face closer to his. One of his hands that was gripping your hips comes up to your face and cups your cheek, smashing your mouths together. Wet lips clashing, tongues fighting for dominance and heavy breathing was the only noise heard in his room. Rubbing your hand along his dick, made him moan into your mouth.

You took control and forced your tongue into his mouth. He gladly complied due to the pleasure you were creating for him. Eventually pulling your face away, you took in the sight of his plump lips and his wide eyes clearly looking for more.

Letting his chin go, your dominant hand made it's way to his tip and slowly palmed him while the other wrapped tightly around the base. This immediately makes his eyes roll back and his hips jerk upwards, bouncing your body and tits in the progress. His head rolling backwards, his mouth open and struggled gasps and groans leaving it.

Circling your palm on his tip, his whimpers filled the room, and was music to your ears. You changed the movement and starting jerking him off at a steady pace. Matt lifted his head and was met with your tits pressed against eachother in his face. That brought him much closer to his orgasm, but it wasn't enough, your pace to slow for his liking.

"need m- more momm-" his begging was cut off by slight realisation of what he was about to call you. He slowly looked up to see if you heard him and by the faux sympathy on your face and the pouted lip he figured you did.

"What was that baby boy?" your confident tone made him want to disappear out of embarrassment. You noticed his change in emotion, looking away he closes his eyes and the whimpering quiets down,

"Oh baby you've gone so quiet, I already miss hearing your whines. Look at me and say what you need," your voice demanding and pace quickening made Matt speak up almost immediately looking back at you.

"need more mommy, need your mouth on me," He whimpered,

"Such a good boy for listening so well." You released your hands, making him whine. Spreading his legs, you sat down and pulled your joggers off, being left in nothing but a black lace thong. Matt looked you up and down taking in the breathtaking sight, his mouth slightly agape.

Smiling at Matt's expression, you two make eye contact as you changed your position going onto your stomach lifting your ass in the air, a perfect view for Matt. Looking up at him, the view of his big dick in your face almost made him cum there and then.

"So pretty mommy," he praises, "Thankyou baby boy," you replied gratefully.

Reaching your hand out to bring his cock to your mouth, he placed his right hand on the back of your head guiding you in pure excitement. His other hand resting on his thigh. Opening your mouth, you dragged your tongue up from the base to the creamy tip and took him in your mouth, keeping eye contact. Your other hand reached up to cup his balls and started to squeeze.

Circling your tongue round the tip, tasting him, you moaned around his cock making him groan loudly. As you started to take him deeper, his hand pushed you closer. Your hand was pumping what your mouth couldn't reach. The non stop moaning and whimpering made you hot and bothered, making you moan onto his dick again, his other hand was brought up to your head keeping the pressure his first hand had.

Both his hands were now guiding your mouth up and down to help chase his orgasm.

"so close mommy, feels so good" his hips jerking up making you gag on him, "can I cum?" he lifted his hands up to grip at his thighs to let you speak, he was holding back waiting for permission. Taking your mouth of him, jerking him as fast you could, while your other hand was squeezing his balls even tighter.

"Good boy asking for mommy's permission, of course you can." That's all he needed to hear before releasing and covering your tits and face in cum. But your pace didn't slow down.

"no more, m'done mommy," he hiccuped.

"Aw baby, I'm not though. I'm not stopping until you cum again for me." You smile sweetly carrying on, pace just as fast. His whining was barely heard over the squelching sound of cum in your hand still jerking his dick harshly, with no sympathy for his pain in overstimulation.

No words left his mouth, only babbles and whines making your pussy throb. The repeated motion of his hips bouncing made you smack his thigh, making him moan and release again. Cum covered your face as you slowed your pace and let his dick go with your hand.

You brought your hand to your face as you sat on your legs, wiping his cum with your finger making sure he saw you take his cum in your mouth with your finger. Groaning at the taste, you did it one more time before grabbing his shirt to wipe yourself down.

"Did so well baby, think you can help mommy now?" This made him lift his head and nod excitedly. Getting off the bed, you slowly pulled your thong down and chucked it next to him and got back into his lap with his half hard dick resting against your tummy. His hands were brought to your hips yet again, but you brought his hand to your wet pussy making him feel you.

"All for you baby." You stated smiling innocently, his manner changed making him smirk as he rubbed your clit.

"M'gonna make you feel so good princess, what do you need from daddy?" His changed tone and petname he gave himself made your heart beat faster. Both your hands gripping his shoulders as you focused on the question instead of his fingers pushing into your vagina.

"Need your dick daddy," you answered as well as you could, with the pleasure he was creating at the same time. He took his fingers out and picked you up by your hips and carefully placed you down, laying you on his pillows.

His large hands grabbed your thighs spreading them. His sleepy eyes coming up to your glistening pussy making his mouth water. "Fuck princess, such a pretty little pussy."

Looking up at you, his smirk grew at your nervous expression. He brought himself up and placed either hand to the side of your head. Holding himself up he grabbed his dick and brought it to your entrance, looking down while he rubbed it up and down your wet pussy.

"Please daddy, need you so badly," you begged in his ear. "Awh I know, just making it easier for me sweetheart." Pushing his cock in your pussy slowly, to as not to hurt you due to the size of him. Your hands wrapped around his head, leading his mouth to yours.

His lips on yours distracted from the slight pain, your quiet whimpers made him start reassuring you, "Almost there baby, doing so good for me, so good for daddy," he quietly repeated between the little kisses you two shared.

"There we go baby, so tight aren't you?," you could hear the smile behind his voice, he felt bad but was actually really cocky about it. "Feel so full daddy" you whispered in his ear.

He start thrusting gradually quickening his pace, his eyes focused on your face and eyes rolling back from the pleasure, the quiet curses and squeals that left your mouth went straight to his dick. He tapped your thigh - to hint to wrap them around him - with your legs locking, your nails dragged across his back leaving small scratches. His head falling to rest on your shoulder.

"So g- good daddy, y'soo big," you babbled in his ear as he looked down to where you two met, spotting a slight bulge poking at your tummy, everytime he'd thrust upwards. Lifting himself up, running his hands along the sides of your body, your hands fell onto the pillow you were lying on and started to grip it tightly.

"Look at that angel," he tapped your cheek so your eyes could see what he was seeing. The little gasp you made was heard by him. Letting out a chuckle, he kept his pace and pressed his hand on the bulge making you moan loudly.

This made your pussy tighten around him, making him find your g-spot the next second. "Right there, holy shit!", moaning as you come closer to your orgasm, grabbing onto the bed sheet harshly. Matt went back up to the position he had before and continued to destroy your pussy with his hard thrusts.

Your hands reached back up and brought him closer, pulling at his hair and lifting your legs back up. "Cumming, fuck Matt" your pussy started to tighten around his dick as your body start to shake, Matt wasn't far behind, "M'gonna fill you up, gonna make you a mommy."

That sentence alone made your head roll back and back lift off the bed, your tits pressing into his chest, legs falling to the mattress due the weakness that overcame you. He halted as his cum went deep and filled up your pussy. Deep breaths filled the air, as his lips wrapped around one of your tits sucking hard.

He kissed up your chest to your lips giving you a quick peck. Making his way down your neck he sucked and started biting while carefully pulling out. A loud whine left your mouth as the full feeling went away, his cum dripping out of your pussy. He got up and took in the sight of you, tired and full of his cum.

His slender fingers pushed into your vagina pumping them, shoving his seed back up. Once he was satisfied, he gave a kiss to your cheek and lied down with you pulling your body into his. "Do you need anything sweetheart?" He whispered into your head, pecking your head with little kisses.

"No just wanna stay like this," you reassured hugging him tighter slowly drifting off to sleep.

"Okay princess." he whispered before falling asleep aswell.

[brokenmutations]

Winter Activities - Christmas Tree

Logan Howlett • She/Her Pronouns • Mutant!Reader [Speak to Animals/Mind Reader for Animals] • Getting a Christmas tree with Scrooge aka Logan • SFW

A/N: Gonna do a few of these as a Christmas gift to yall. Short n sweet

“Where are you going with that?” Logan questions Y/N as she walks through the mansion with an axe. “Are you reenacting The Shinning?”

“No, I have been tasked to get the tree this year” Y/N smiles proudly, which faltered when Logan gave her a confused expression. “What? Think I can’t handle it?”

“Nah I’m not saying that at all…Just how are you going to get the tree back?”

“I think you forget who I’m friends with” Y/N laughs with a smile making her way to the garage with Logan still following. “If you want to come, you can”

“Don’t want the damn thing falling on you after you cut it”

“Such little faith in me, Howlett” Y/N tsks, setting the axe in the bed of the truck before climbing into the drivers seat.

The drive was quiet, except for Logan occasionally messing with the radio and Y/N humming along to whatever he played. The man desperately tried to skip as many Christmas songs as he could.

“Okay, Scrooge. Just one song” Y/N smacks his hand away from messing with the radio and switching the channel that was playing Last Christmas by Wham!

As the song continued, a smile grew on Y/N’s face hearing Logan hum along to it while watching the scenery go by.

Eventually they reached a spot where it was allowed to cut down the trees. Y/N walked through the forest, axe in hand and Logan following behind her tensing when he heard strange noises in the woods.

“Let’s hurry it up”

“Are you serious?” Y/N scoffs. “Can’t rush the process”

“That ain’t it. There’s something around here stalking us” Logan frowns, his claws extending and before he could even react on the anxiety, he felt Y/N’s hand on his shoulder. Making him tense but also relax when suddenly a bear came through the tree line.

The man with claws has an attitude The bear growls out toward Y/N who only laughed at its words.

“He means well, Blue. You just scared him” Y/N smiles handing off the axe to Logan so she could approach the bear giving it head scratches which in return the bear gave satisfied grumble.

“Forgot you’re practically a Disney princess” Logan leaned the axe against his shoulder watching Y/N continue to pet the bear as she gave him a side eye glance with a smile. “Alright. You going to find a tree or what?”

That question only brought a smile to her features, something he always takes to memory when he sees. He watches the bear turn away from them both and start heading into a certain direction that had Y/N following. Of course the bear knows a good tree.

After finding said tree finally, Y/N was going to cut it down when Logan decided to take care of it. She watches him carefully with a smile while leaning against the bear.

Is this the grumpy one?

“Yeah”

The grumpy one you fancy? The bear roars out at Y/N as she nods with a smile. Is he stupid?

“No! Why would you say that?” Y/N scoffs playfully, earning an annoyed look from the bear.

It’s either he or you, that is the idiot The bear grunts as it scratches the back of its ear with its back foot. He is oblivious to your pheromones. But he is also very obvious with his own…toward you the bear growls loud which caught Logan’s attention instantly.

“The hell the bear saying?”

Y/N didn’t know whether to believe the bear of not but with the thoughts racing in the bear’s mind. She knew it was telling the truth.

“That we owe it a fish for helping us get this great tree”

There was a weird awkwardness that grew after the bear straight up told Y/N what it was thinking and granted she can read animals’ thoughts. Kinda wish she could read Logan’s to see if it’s true on his end. But she’ll manage somewhat…

Returning to the mansion with the tree was met with a lot of joy from everyone who was waiting for the day the tree came. To decorate and smell the fresh pine in the mansion for weeks. As Ororo and Scott handled getting the boxes of decorations while Jean helped the smaller students hang stuff on the tree once the lights were on, Y/N sat on the small stairs to the entrance watching it all unfold with a smile.

From by the tree Rogue watches Logan slowly approach Y/N which prompted her to whisper something to Gambit as he quickly grabbed Kurt. All this unknown to the two.

“You picked a good one” Logan comments leaning against the pillar as Y/N looks up with a smile.

“The bear did”

“Right” He huffs, a hint of a smile gracing his lips as he shifts to sit down beside her. “Still. You picked a good one”

Y/N gave him a soft smile while turning her attention back to the tree with a thought slowly popping up in her mind.

“Logan…?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Why did you wanna come with me? The woods aren’t that scary to me and I would’ve been safe…”

Logan didn’t answer right away as he had to think carefully of his next words, but then Y/N gently rested her hand on his thigh which made all the anxious answers disappear in his head. The look she gave him felt one of longing and genuine curiosity that he didn’t hesitate anymore.

“I like spending as much time with you as I can” Logan whispers for only them to hear and before Y/N could say something to that, they both heard their Cajun friend clear his throat.

As both turned to Gambit, noticing a few more of their friends surrounding him. He points up to the ceiling with a satisfied smirk, making them both look up to Kurt hanging from the rafters but more importantly the mistletoe hanging off the tip of tail right above the two.

Few expecting some protest from at least Logan, they were all surprised when the Wolverine gently took a hold of Y/N’s chin directing her to look at him before pressing his lips softly against hers.

Once they parted the small crowd parted and even one yelled out a “finally” before returning to decorating the tree. Y/N lingered close to Logan for a bit, as she then rested her head on his shoulder as they continued to watch the lives in the mansion continue to decorate.

“I like you too”

Logan looks at her for a second before smiling amused to himself. He gently kisses the top of her before joining her in watching their people enjoy decorating for the holiday.

This year being more enjoyable already

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

For the totally not official not-blog-event, may I request some happenstance where Dilah and Lilia have to look after the other’s son for some time? (As for whether or not Lilia is disguised, I’ll leave it up to you)

Referencing this post!

I’m going to write some headcanons for this one! ^^

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Most would feel insulted when their dorm leader goes out of their way to find someone to supervise them in their absence—but not Deuce!! He’s stoked to have a wise mentor figure to tutor and guide him. (He needs good role models if he wants to be a good role model himself one day, right?) Deuce just wasn’t expecting Lilia to be picked! (“Everyone else I asked was unavailable,” Riddle sighed. “Now do not burn the roses down while I’m away, is that understood?”)

“Kufufu. You don’t need to be shy or scared around me. I’m just your cute and friendly neighborhood Lilia-chan 🎵” he insists with an angelic smile. Almost immediately, Deuce feels like something… bad… is about to happen. He brushes that feeling off and happily welcomes Lilia to Heartslabyul (albeit a bit too stiffly and formally)—he has to remain polite with his upperclassmen, after all!

He brings a suitcase full of "the essentials". Lilia proceeds to pull out a bunch of weird-looking ingredients and ancient items. He claims they're all necessary for old wives' remedies--in case Deuce needs them!--as well as extra nutrients for his "world class" cooking that Deuce will get to experience later.

Lilia is a senpai and therefore theoretically a good tutor when Deuce needs help with his homework. And he is, for the most part! Problem is, when it comes to history, Lilia has a tendency to ramble and start telling personal stories. He ends up going so off topic that Deuce forgets what the initial question he had was.

Gets all excited to help his ward train for Track and Field Club. Lilia makes his own obstacle course in the Rose Gardens and drills Deuce in it. Deuce thought it would be a regular track at first, but then he notices the spikes, the lava pit, and the venomous snakes littering the field. "What? But this is the most basic of the basic!" Lilia tells him--so Deuce takes a deep breath, steels himself, and charges through.

Lilia wears a frilly "Kiss the Cook" apron as he cooks up some food! Trey nervously watches him and offers to help, but Lilia turns him down at every corner. As Trey leaves the kitchen, he tries signaling to Deuce to not take a bite. Too bad it goes over his head. One bite, and Deuce is knocked out cold. Lilia unfortunately misinterprets this as his food being so good, it took Deuce straight to heaven!

They bond over music! Lilia blares some of his favorite rock and metal songs for Deuce, who really vibes with how wild and free they are! He even shows Deuce some compositions he put together with the Pop/Light Music Club, demonstrating on his electric guitar (yes, he packed that with him). At one point, Cater joins them for a jam sesh but clocks out quickly--he's not sure how much his ears can take the volume. Riddle shouts at them to "turn it down", but it's hard to hear him over the music!

Lilia tries to help out with the chores by enchanting the brooms and mops to move on their own. Deuce asks him to please teach him. He doesn't want Lilia to do all the work--he wants to learn how to pull off such spectacular magic too! Lilia commends him for being so proactive, and, with a chuckle, sets to showing him the ropes.

Wakes Deuce up the next morning up hanging from his ceiling upside down. He screams, waking up Ace and his two other roomies, which delights Lilia to no end. "Rise and shine," he chirps. "My, you're so energetic, even first thing in the morning!"

Silver’s used to taking care of after himself while his father’s away on long journeys of self/discovery all over Twisted Wonderland. If he ever gets lonely, he has his animal friends and the Zigvolts to turn to. So… how did he somehow end up with a classmate’s mother looking after him? “It’s good to broaden your horizons and to meet new people!” Lilia had told him (right before casually peacing out)

“Put’r there, kid!” Dylla seizes Silver’s hand and gives it a good, vigorous shake. Her energy and strength definitely startles him wide awake (he was starting to drift off)! Silver suddenly realizes where Deuce got it from.

She cooks up omurice for Silver. It's Deuce's favorite, so she figures it would be a crowd pleaser for him as well. Dylla even puts in the effort to pipe on a little ketchup heart on the omelet, just how her son likes it~ Silver's surprised by the cuteness and how... non-lethal the omurice is. When he compliments Dylla, she simply laughs and tells him to eat up, cuz growing boys like him need more protein!

Dylla's impressed by Silver's horde of animal friends! She's used to seeing wild rabbits and birds in Clock Town, but never so many tamed woodland creatures. She tries to clumsily greet them, with Silver serving as the mediary and coaxing the birds to hop on her fingers and head. "No way!" Dylla gasps, giggling at the blue jay nipping at her neck. "Quick--take a picture of this, I need to show Deuce!" (Better that Silver take it anyway, Dylla's not that up to speed on the latest tech.)

She rolls up her sleeves and sets to tidying up Diasomnia! Silver suspects Dylla must be used to doing many things on her own, because she refuses help from him even when she's actively struggling. He silently steps in and takes the heavy armchair from her. "Don't push yourself too hard. If we work together, we can get things done sooner. It's... okay to rely on other sometimes--so please rely on me. Mrs. Spade."

Dylla finds him sleeping on a couch in the lounge. Instead of waking him up, she sighs and slips off her jacket and hat, placing them on Silver to keep him warm as he dreams. "... What am I going to do with you?" she says with a soft smile.

Silver's a good listener. Dylla doesn't mean to, but one thing leads to another and suddenly she's sharing all about her experiences as a single mother and what it's been like raising Deuce. He validates her and expresses empathy, saying that his own father must have similar experiences. "I'm thankful to him for working so hard to provide me with this life. I'm sure Deuce must feel the same way about you."

She tells him off when Silver tries to head out for his usual rounds of night patrol. Dylla turns him right back around and orders him to march off to bed! She worries that he'll be off doing something unsavory--or, Sevens forbid--get caught up in danger, all things her own son has been through.

Oh no! Silver slept in and now he's running late for class. Not to worry though. Dylla pulls up on a bike and tells him to hop on, she'll drive him to school. Silver thanks her and climbs aboard... not knowing that he's in for the wildest, roughest ride of his life. Hey, at least he'll be wide awake when he arrives for first period.

[thatgirlwithasquid]

ooo okay this looks fun (and i am procrastinating like a bitch rn so...)

Hm, I'm not sure. Maybe The Naming of Hobbits by @andhumanslovedstories? It was one of the first fics I read when I got into using AO3 and I remember it giving me a good giggle. I really should go back and reread it. It must've been years since I've read it by now... And yet I still think of it fondly as 'that funny The Hobbit fic' so it clearly left a very good impression :)

So many. So many make me cry. I've reread Time Falls Away by @not-close-to-straight like three times I think? And each time the line 'I don't know this part of the story' has me UGLY SOBBING. Love it. Absolutely an amazing read. I still haven't worked my way up to the third fic in the series cause the emotions are still too strong rn, but I am very excited for whenever I finally do! I also gotta mention All Is Fair In Love by @stranger-awakening cause OH MY GOD nothing has ever hurt me like this fic hurt me. The pain. It just kept getting worse. It was so good but I needed frequent breaks when reading cause the emotions were So Much. I'm also just realising I never kudosed that fic and OMG I AM SO SORRY. I was too caught up in the throes of agony, I apologise!!

My comfort fic is definitely Petey and Wade discuss the proper way to go about vigilantism (and maybe they fall in love too) by @isadancurtisproduction. I have read that fic at least once a year since I first came across it. I love it so much, it's insane. It may even be my all time favourite fanfic

I am gonna have to say Rapture by mia_ugly on AO3. I read it out of morbid curiosity and I have not been the same since. This is the fic that introduced me to this type of time travel fics, where the time travel muddies the relationships and makes everything angsty and confusing and secretive. It is my FAVOURITE kind of angst and I have read multiple other fics with the same trope since. I adore them <3

Oh, 100% @sheena-is-a-punk-rocker. Since I read all your quinnflag fics and loved them so much I started on my own quinnflag wip. Started off thinking 'how would they have gotten together before The Suicide Squad?' like they are in your The Suicide Squad but Rick and Harley are already dating series (which is such a fun read and deserves all the love!!) and my wip has become its own thing from there :)

Lol I'm not the best authority for this since I do not read much fic for either of my main fandoms (sorry Stranger Things and The World of Mr Plant!) but I definitely think @kittyphoenix12-xx's work deserves so much more love. I need to read more of your fics, babes, cause the ones I have read are SO good. I TREASURE that cunningway fic you gifted to me, and getting to beta a couple of your works was such an honour. I especially loved the stars look down and know, cause it's so so sweet!!!

Good question... Commenting, I guess. That's the obvious answer. And I really need to work on it myself (and I'm trying!!) but we could always do with more commenting. Authors love seeing it so we need to do our part more (which is why I'm tagging the authors in this despite being a bit nervous about that lol, cause you guys deserve hearing how wonderful I think your fics are :) )

I really don't know. I don't like telling people not to do things cause I think that's just rude. Fanfic is for fun, and if you like doing something that someone else thinks there's too much of then fuck them! Have fun with it cause that's all that matters. I see people complaining about certain things from time to time and just think 'well... you could just... not?' Maybe that's what I wish there was less of in fandom: people feeling the need to make a fuss when they don't like something, cause most of the time when I see it it's over the most non-problem things.

Alternative Fic Recs

Fic recs are a great way to introduce people to stories you love. But instead of a list, you could try this format instead? I've tried it before and I really liked it, as it made me think about the fics I've read differently.

This isn't a tag game or an ask game. You can copy, repost, reblog, share and edit this at will if you're looking to do a fic rec :)

The fic that's made you laugh the most?

What's a fic that makes you cry?

Your fave comfort, silly fic?

The fic that made you try a genre or a trope you wouldn't normally read.

An author that's inspired your own fic writing (if you're an author), or your TBR list (if you're a reader).

Your fave "underdog" fics/authors in your fandom(s). Those that you feel are underappreciated and deserve some love.

What's one thing you wish writers/readers/the fandom did more of when it comes to fanfiction?

What's one thing you wish writers/readers/the fandom did less of when it comes to fanfiction?