#like I know wade is insecure and would maybe try to keep the mask on

[woof-verine]

can people stop drawing wade fucking logan with just the mask on? logan would rip that shit off first chance he got.

[negasonicimagines]

Hunger

request: Nope! Crazy, right? I can write stuff without a prompt. Okay, shut up, maybe this the T is for Teratophilia piece that no one requested that I wanted to write when I did the N.S.F.W. alphabet, so what?!

author’s note: Sorry that was so aggressive! Jeez, what’s wrong with that chick? Anyways, happy Halloween! 

synopsis: You’re a vampire, your girlfriend’s on her period, shit happens. Actually, oral happens. Happy Halloween! (Again.)

warnings: smut, I think this technically qualifies as bloodplay, discussion of murder, some self-hatred & insecurity (centered around being a vampire)

You’re so hungry. Wade’s late, and usually you’d either drink from him or drink from whatever he stole, if he had the time to do so. You want to get something before your date with Ellie, so that if you start making out or whatever, you won’t be tempted to take a little nibble.

However, when Ellie gets there, Wade hasn’t yet. And she smells great. Better -  and stronger - than usual.

“Babe, not to be creepy, but you smell... Great.” You hug her, nuzzling her neck. 

She chuckles nervously, a bit self-conscious. You don’t seem to notice, but she’s on her period. While menstruating is nothing to be ashamed of, Ellie isn’t the type to shout it from the rooftops. However, you’ve noticed something’s different, which makes her a little nervous.

“Fuck, I’m so hungry,” you complain. “Wade’s late.”

Ellie sneezes, and your nose twitches. Oh, fuck, she thinks. 

Your eyes widen.

“Um, Ellie, I think you should wait outside. Wade’s taking forever, and I don’t want to hurt you,” you say, and she now notices you’re trembling as you avoid her eyes. You must be really hungry.

“Is he not feeding you?” The only reason she even “lets” you live here at Wade’s is because he can reliably feed you.

“Wade’s been busy with this job all day, and since I ran out, I had to skip lunch,” you explain. Ellie realizes that you’re actually pretty cute when you’re like this. So desperate.

You look down at your feet, embarrassed. If you were a normal girl, the two of you could just go get dinner, and it’d be fine. But no, you’re a vampiric freak. You guys might even miss the movie, now.

“Do you have to drink blood from a cut?” Ellie finds herself asking this despite the inexplicably sad expression on your face. She’s more than kind of into this vulnerable side of you.

“I don’t think so, because it doesn’t have to be fresh, or even human. Blood is blood, y’know? Uh... Why do you ask?”

She whispers in your ear exactly why she asked, and you blush, unbelievably flustered. It’s adorable.

“We- We could definitely try that,” you reply.

“Great.”

“Um, so just go to my room, and I’ll- I’ll get a towel,” you say with a shy smile. This wasn’t your first time together, but it was your first time trying something like this, somehow.

You scramble to the bathroom, finding a black towel.

You rush back to your room, locking the door behind you before pressing your lips to Ellie’s.

You kiss her neck, wanting to actually be decent and not just go straight for it, but your jaw is aching, your throat feels dry.

She feels a soft poke of fangs against her skin, and nudges you toward your bed before getting comfortable there. You slide the towel underneath her hips before removing her pants and underwear in a near frenzy.

Ellie’s thighs are swiftly balanced on your shoulders and you’re devouring her, slurping hungrily at every trace of blood and moaning against her in delight. Her fingers curl in your hair and yours curl around her hips.

Realistically, this isn’t a full meal; however, it’s definitely a wonderful treat to tide you over. The two of you would definitely have to do this again.

You look up to your shaking girlfriend, your enhanced hearing able to pick up her muffled moans quite well despite the hand clamped over her mouth.

She’s close, she tells you so herself, and you continue to watch her, pupils blown wide in a lust that’s both for her blood and her orgasm. You continue to grasp her hips in your hands to keep them from bucking too wildly.

“I’m home!” Wade calls from the living room, but you ignore him. Eventually, Ellie’s back arches off the bed and her hand muffles a scream.

You release her hips and see the dark imprints your hands left.

“Wow, that’s hot,” She breathes, propped up on her arms and looking at the same blooming bruises. “I’m gonna, y’know.” She gestures towards the bathroom that attaches yours and Al’s rooms, snatching up her pants, underwear, and purse and making her way over on shaky, bare legs. You nod.

When she comes back, she pulls some wipes from her purse and hands them to you. You’re confused, giving her a look that says “???” with furrowed brows.

“Right. I’ll get it,” she tells you, smiling a little as she wipes at your chin and even a little on your cheek. 

“Oh, sorry,” you apologize, feeling a bit guilty that she has to do this for you.

“Trust me, you have nothing to be sorry about,” she praises with a chuckle.

“But- But a normal girl who was hungry could’ve just gotten popcorn at the theater. A normal girl could be in pictures with you, and when a normal girl comments on how good you smell, she’s talking about your perfume, not your fucking blood,” you complain.

“But I love you.”

“Well, I love you too, but-”

“But what?” She kisses your forehead. “Come on. Maybe we can go to a later showing, or a different movie,” she reassures before she grabs your hand, and the two of you leave your room.

“How are you okay?!” Wade asks, before a knowing smile appears under the mask. “Were you two killing somebody in there for you to drink? I thought I heard a scream, and that’d totally explain the blood in the corners of your mouth. Aw, I hope it was a stalker, or was it a racist? Either way, I’m so proud. Such smart, strong young women, I just-”

You look at Ellie, who is looking at you. Damn it, neither of you thought of a good escape plan. As much as you love and appreciate Wade, the guy doesn’t always know how to shut up. “We have to go. Movie date.”

“And leave me to handle the body?!”

“There is no body,” you confess, hoping he’ll be grossed out and let the two of you leave.

“Then whose blood did you...? Oh. Well, isn’t that creative? Uh, have fun on your date!”

[torasteals]

Blueberries (part 2)

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(1,737 words)

Warning: Contains talk of abuse

“They’re a Nightmare Court rescue, like us.”

They’d rescued them too late. The gaunt plant was unnaturally still and wide-eyed - one push away from turning to Nightmare, she knew the look. She wondered if anyone noticed. Did Meritt notice? Judging by the worried looks he cast at Sheridan, she gathered he did.

Definitely not the one leaving blueberries.

In fact, it didn’t take long for her to feel quite comfortable in cutting out many of the members as potential blueberry-leaving candidates. By her fourth week there, she realized there was a hierarchy among them, with the louder or more powerful members lording over those who were deemed weaker. They’d bully them, harass them, or make them do grunt work like cleaning their tools or clothes. The louder ones simply didn’t seem the type, and the quieter ones…

The most notable one was Pepper, a young sylvari whose right-side of his face looked utterly mangled with one eye completely missing. He was for the most part easy to read: another case of a broken home, likely neglected and made to feel small. The scar on his face though, the damage looked like the result of daggers and poison -the kind of poison the Court used on her… She pointed him out to Meritt once, then pointed to her right eye as a question. He caught on.

“We uh, don’t know what happened to him actually. He was gone a bit, then he came back like that. Baya said he took on a camp by himself. I’m guessing it was his rite of passage? I kinda thought he did that already though. He’s been here longer than me.”

Blueten waited for him to explain.

“Everyone has to go through a rite of passage to be here” Meritt informed her. “You have to prove you’re tough enough to handle being a Dagger. When I joined, Birr once um… he uh, stole my clothes and tied it up in a tree south of here. I had to uh, w-wade through the swamp full of wild skelk naked to get em back…”

Blueten only stared at him, horrified when he told her.

“H-Hey, it’s better than Nightmare Court though, right?”

She wasn’t so sure.

And this was something that started to bother her. More than the upstairs and basement being off limits, more than her silly search for someone leaving bowls of blueberries… This guild had a lot of abuse in it. A mess of hurt sylvari taking out that hurt on others until they too started hurting people. A never ending cycle of abuse. She’d seen it before, from behind bars of thorny vines.

The guild members were all quick to try and sell her on their guild mission though. For whatever it was worth, they really did think they were doing good for the sylvari race. They were adamant about stealing only from Nightmare Court and… foreigners, especially asura. The former made sense to her but the latter?

“Baya likes to mention their wrongs toward sylvari a lot. I don’t know.” Meritt told her when she gave him a concerned look over it. “I think she um, you know when the asura kidnapped a bunch of us? No one knows for sure, but we think Baya may be second generation…so…”

That explained some things, but not all. Baya definitely seemed older, but was otherwise unreadable. She wore a casual grin that revealed nothing, rarely said anything that’d betray something too personal, and moved in a way that seemed lax but was clearly practiced. Baya gave nothing away about herself, and Meritt had little to offer on where she came from or who she was beyond meagre rumours.

She was intriguing, commanding a presence whenever she entered the room. More than their leader, she was the guild star, a powerful force of wit that charmed every member. Baya always appeared calm, and ready to give a quick joke or to entertain with her latest stories. Yet there was something off about her, false in a way. Her behaviour was too precise, too practiced… every word she gave felt empty. No one seemed to notice.

Baya was suspicious. Her whole guild was suspicious, but by the fifth week, Blueten didn’t have time to dwell on it. It seemed her own “rite of passage” had finally come, in the form of Birr, a rather portly and greasy sylvari with a bulbous nose and a constant smirk. Her initial profile of him was a plant with a major insecurity about his looks that resulted in a preoccupation with everyone else’s. He was quick to shout unwanted appraisals on appearances, make lewd inappropriate comments, or otherwise be rude. The only person he seemed to be truly kind to was Baya, whom he praised for her beauty.

It was perhaps no surprise then that he eventually targeted Blueten for hiding her looks behind a mask. He was relentless about seeing her without it, harassing her whenever he saw her -nagging, pleading, and even raging to see her without her wooden barrier. Eventually, to the cheers of others, he tried to remove it by force.

She left him dangling from the ceiling, with a small flock of minions she’d summoned tying his clothes around the rafters. That’s when they found out she was a necromancer. It was also when they discovered she could talk, using her minions to speak for her.

“Do not touch me.”

She found a jar of nectar by her door the next day.

It didn’t seem to matter who left it anymore. She was so tired.

Whoever left it must’ve been impressed, and they weren’t the only one. Meritt gave her looks of awe and was eager to have full conversations now that he knew she could talk. Most members gave her a lot of space, giving her uneasy looks as she passed them. And then there was Baya…

“You’ve a talent that’s wastin’, eh? Why aint’cha raidin’ with us?”

So she did, though in truth she wasn’t sure about it. Part of her wanted to give the guild a chance though, despite all their flaws. Maybe this was it. Maybe she just needed to really see them at work.

Her first raid was against a small camp of Nightmare Court, but she made a point to only observe. She didn’t steal a single thing, only acting to fight if they alerted a guard or a Nightmare hound. It wasn’t particularly difficult. It was even relieving in a way, and she secretly wished the guild did more than steal. How stress relieving it would be to wipe out every Courtier onsite.

Then they returned to headquarters, and gathered in the main room around the one dining table. Blueten found herself huddled among the weaker members who all looked very nervous. This was her first time taking part, but she’d seen this ritual before. Each member would go up to the table and drop what they stole on it. It was a moment of judgement, to see who’d stolen the most. She was hardly concerned, she already knew she stole nothing, but the members beside her looked ashamed. Even Meritt, who stood beside her, looked worried.

Just before they could start the ritual in earnest though, Blueten felt herself get shoved aside as a short plant, roughly the same height as her, tumbled his way through the gathering of weaker members. He tripped and fell to the ground, dropping a small bag. The louder members laughed and sneered as he hastily grabbed the bag and picked himself off the floor. She stared, wide-eyed. Who was this?

“Real smooth, Tora!”

“He does this every fuckin’ time…”

“D’ya even look where ya goin’?!”

Face flushed and head bowed, Tora silently made his way to Baya’s side. Blueten watched him  as Baya started the ritual. She couldn’t recall him at all, yet it felt like she must have seen him at least once but… there were 17 members, she’d counted. She looked around again, counted them off by name: Claws, Onora, Birr, Ebril, Meritt, Shade… 18. There were 18 members.

Her pockets felt heavier.

As member after member poured their spoils onto the table, she cautiously searched her pockets. Six gold. She hadn’t stolen six gold. She looked up as the members around her started taking their turns. Each one came back from the table looking relieved, including Meritt. He came up to Blueten, placed a hand on her shoulder, and laughed.

“I always think I’ve stolen less than I have. It’s your turn, Mute!”

Confused, she walked up to the table and slowly dropped the six gold coins onto its rough surface. Six coins she shouldn’t have had. Her mind was racing. The guild cheered, but she barely registered it.

“Pretty good fer a first go!”

“Six gold? Not bad at all!”

She walked back to Meritt’s side, mind spinning faster and faster. Why did she have six gold? She hadn’t stolen six gold! Where did the six gold come from?! A loud yell snapped her out of it.

“YOU DIDN’T STEAL ANYTHING?! AGAIN?!”

Blueten spun around to see Claws snarling at Tora. He’d shrunken behind Baya, but was smiling. It was a copy of Baya’s smile, she realized, except far weaker -it didn’t hide his feelings at all. He was panicking. Did anyone notice?

“Yer so fuckin’ useless! What kinda thief are ya?” Spat another.

“Bayaaa why do you keep him? Honestly…”

“It’s like this every time! One gold or nothing! EVERY TIME!”

Several of them started shouting, enraged, until Baya made a motion for them to stop.

“We’re done here. Meritt, I want this counted and split proper by morning.”

“O-Of course!” Meritt rushed off to the table.

The rest of the guild grumbled and whined but did as they were told, slowly dispersing. All but Blueten who stood still where she was, staring intently at Tora as he began to follow Baya away from the table.

Tora the 18th member.

Tora who hadn’t stolen anything.

Yet she had six gold, and knew she hadn’t stolen anything.

Meritt thought he’d stolen less than what he had.

The weaker members all had looked relieved.

She watched carefully as Tora, now calm, casually reached into his coat pocket and brought out the small bag he’d dropped earlier. He reached into it, plucked something out, and ate it. She squinted as he reached for another.

Blueberries.

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RULES: REPOST, DON’T REBLOG. JUST PICK A MUSE OF YOURS AND FILL IT OUT.

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MUSE: Sedel Everette Angaelus

BASICS

▸ IS YOUR MUSE TALL/SHORT/AVERAGE?  

This man is very tall.

▸ ARE THEY OKAY WITH THEIR HEIGHT?  

He’s pretty insecure about it, feeling he towers over everyone and cannot be efficiently cute like people of a smaller stature. Most every day task is difficult where his legs don’t fit in places, he has to duck to get under most doorways, if there’s a low-hanging ceiling in a stair-case he has to be extra mindful. It’s a good thing he hates heights and will never go on a roller coaster, because he’d surpass the height safety limits.

▸ WHAT’S THEIR HAIR LIKE?  

It grows out straight reaching just above his rear with the left side straight cut and the other choppy; but strategically so. It’s very much on the softer end, almost silky. He trims the ends to keep it healthy, but will never cut off more than necessary.

▸ DO THEY SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THEIR HAIR/WITH THEIR GROOMING?  

With four feet of hair you kind of have to. His baths/showers can last up to an hour with just his hair, he lathers thoroughly with shampoo and conditioner, sometimes only conditioner to avoid damage. He has to bathe fairly often given his areas of expertise.

▸ DOES YOUR MUSE CARE ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE?  

Yes. He feels his looks are one of the only good thing he has, not that he’s particularly confident. He loves to play around with makeup, fashion, and hair, so he’ll express that through his own appearance. He uses his looks as a mask to cover up his monstrous nature.

▸ DOES YOUR MUSE CARE ABOUT WHAT OTHERS THINK ABOUT THEM?  

Yes, hence he’ll try to blend in with whoever he’s around the best he can. He’ll adopt traits of people he’s around, until he’s comfortable. He wants to be liked, having only really known solitude. What’s more he wants to be accepted, fully aware that’s a stretch and would require another to condone the horrors he’s committed; which would only leave a terrible taste in his mouth.

PREFERENCES

▸ INDOORS OR OUTDOORS?  

Indoors, typically. Unless it’s silent outdoors and in pleasant company.

▸ RAIN OR SUNSHINE?  

Rain!

▸ FOREST OR BEACH?  

Beach! He loves the crashing waves washing up onto soft sand, and docks to sit on and watch the tide rise.

▸ PRECIOUS METALS OR GEMS?  

Both are nice, he likes subtle gems, but metal accessories are nicer.

▸ FLOWERS OR PERFUMES?  

Perfumes, but nothing too overpowering. He likes sweet scented things, like strawberry or vanilla lavender.

▸ PERSONALITY OR APPEARANCE?  

Personality, appearance is a bonus. They need to accept him for who he is, or work with him for betterment. Someone can be the most attractive person in existence and have the most shallow, untrustworthy, toxic personality and that just won’t fly.

▸ BEING ALONE OR BEING IN A CROWD?  

Being alone. He’d like to go to a market or mall, but wading through crowds of people would leave him exhausted and stressed very quickly.

▸ ORDER OR ANARCHY?  

A happy middle ground. He acknowledges that rules are necessary and finds total chaos to be destructive. Though he tends to lean more toward anarchy.

▸ PAINFUL TRUTHS OR WHITE LIES?  

Both. He’ll tell a hard truth if needed to someone he cares the deepest for, and white lies to protect others that may be more sensitive from his horrible nature.

▸ SCIENCE OR MAGIC?  

As a mortician, science. But as someone who has had run-ins with demons and the supernatural, he finds them to be one in the same; magic simply far more advanced science humans haven’t come to understand.

▸ PEACE OR CONFLICT?  

Conflict that ends in peace is ideal, as you can’t have one without the other.

▸ NIGHT OR DAY?  

Night.

▸ DUSK OR DAWN?  

Dusk. There’s a charm to watching the sun disappear painting clouds with rich pinks and oranges, with the promise of tomorrow.

▸ WARMTH OR COLD?  

Cold! Give him negative degree temperatures, let him justify wearing sweaters and adorable winter fashion. Give him sparkling white snow covering everything in sight, and cold silent nights where his breath is visible under lantern light. Alternatively, just being in colder rooms is more comfortable.

▸ MANY ACQUAINTANCES OR A FEW CLOSE FRIENDS?  

A few close friends. It’s difficult for him to get close to someone and simply call them an acquaintance. He gets attached.

▸ READING OR PLAYING A GAME?  

Reading!

QUESTIONNAIRE

▸ WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR MUSE’S BAD HABITS?  

I won’t even count eating people as that’s something that was forced onto him. He gets envious of people, his tendency to get aggressive real quickly and snap at any given moment if tension gets just a bit too much, he may or may not steal some of the cuter clothes on bodies he’s worked on for himself.

▸ HAS YOUR MUSE LOST ANYONE CLOSE TO THEM? HOW HAS IT AFFECTED THEM?

Losing his parents stunted him in emotional support, knowing only the hospital and horrors they put him through. After getting out he found someone he got close to ( even enough to call it love ) and after their decent into insanity Sedel opted to kill him through mercy. Since then he’s been terrified of closeness and hesitant to trust.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME FOND MEMORIES YOUR MUSE HAS?  

He doesn’t recall much about his childhood, but he remembers sitting in the living room watching people pass by outside the windows and the smell of baked goods filling the house. He hates how he didn’t appreciate those moments of pure contentment enough as a kid as they were taken away so abruptly. More recently, it’s any time he could come close to a feeling like that usually while baking, or sewing while some nice swing or jazz plays.

▸ IS IT EASY FOR YOUR MUSE TO KILL?  

Yes, and he hates it. Though he will not harm children or the innocent.

▸ WHAT’S IT LIKE WHEN YOUR MUSE BREAKS DOWN?  

Bad. His mind warps and overflows with thoughts convincing him he’s done something wrong, or blaming him for said thing. He sits and festers in powerlessness and the inability to be able to do anything as wrath has more power over him than sorrow he bares his teeth and plummets into a panic. Fingers dig into his hair and head, and depending on the cause for the breakdown a simple touch could have him lashing out at whoever came near him. If unmedicated for a long period of time, at its worse, he’ll rampage. He’ll lose sight of people he knows, and view everyone as a danger to him; enticing what ever force that moves him to attack and kill whoever comes near him. Extreme caution is to be taken as well as soothing words and his medicine in order to calm him down.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE CAPABLE OF TRUSTING SOMEONE WITH THEIR LIFE?

That’s a huge maybe. If he got to the point of believing so, deep down he’d hold onto his doubt. If someone proves time and time again that he can trust them this deeply, then eventually it might sink in that he can.

▸ WHAT’S YOUR MUSE LIKE WHEN THEY’RE IN LOVE?  

If it’s requited, he’s over the moon. The thought that someone could see past his mountain of negative traits and still like him for him and deal with his shenanigans is the warmest feeling. He tends to be physical in his affections, overwhelmed with appreciation. His eccentricities lessen a bit around them as he grows more comfortable, finding he can more more of his raw self. Whether it’s requited or unrequited he’ll make them things, support them in near everything they do, offer what ever comfort he can, and generally want to make them feel wanted and express his appreciation for them ( if that’s what they’re comfortable with ). He’ll do what he can to make them comfortable, be it time, space, or a hand to hold.

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[thelapismoon]

Spoilers for MCSM episode 8

Here’s that Ivor death scene I decided to re-write

spoilers under the line

Jesse and Ivor jumped into the water, the suffocating heat of the lava still penetrating their skin.

Yet, these torturous games were nowhere near done.

The recent challenge had just been the beginning.

But there was no time to contemplate anything, since the most important thing to Jesse at the moment  was to keep her head above the freezing cold water that kept trying to splash into her mouth and nose.

Almost as soon as it had started, the frigid water came rushing down, sending both the alchemist and the brown haired warrior down into the next cruel tournament.

Jesse and Ivor splashed down into a moat of some sorts before they immediately waded out, not knowing what could be lurking in the murky depths.

Jesse pulled herself onto the stone floor, Ivor following her.

The two stood up, Jesse instantly feeling the icy dampness of the air leech into her bones. The brunette hunched her shoulders over, ready to strike anyone down as she gazed onto the arena in front of her.

For a competitive match, this place is weirdly empty of any possible threats beside the stacks of TNT strown around.

“Well it sounds like it’s Gladiator junction ….but where are all the gladiators?!” Jesse spoke just as a member of the green team was now soaring over her head and landing into the moat beside them.

That wasn’t a good sign.

“Well that answers my question.” Jesse said as she whipped her head up to see the chaos start to unfold.

As if they had appeared out of thin air, dozens of monstrous gladiators were now in the junction, Firing and slashing at anyone that caught their eyes.

Jesse paused for a second, not wanting to stand out for the moment.

“How are we going to get through this?”

Ivor hissed under his breath.

“Hey. Remember, Team Jessvor!” The female said, trying to mask the insecurity she felt in the pit of her stomach.

“Right..” Ivor muttered before his tone became more anxious.

“Jesse, OBSERVE!” Ivor yelled out as a flaming arrow zoomed straight towards them, Jesse’s instincts immediately kicked in as she ducked, sending the arrow flying into a piece of TNT that laid next to them.

Jesse barely had any time to do anything as she watched the green team member start to climb out of the moat, before they all were blown backwards, Jesse and Ivor slamming into the ground.

The green team member was nowhere to be found.

But he didn’t matter to Jesse.  

No one else but Ivor and herself mattered.

The only thing Jesse she was focused on was winning this game

Jesse looked up to see that the situation was more dire than what she had thought it had been though, as horrified screams filled the arena walls and people were being thrown around like toys.

The mere sight of it terrified Jesse.

Death was so natural to these people, so glossed over. Everyone wasn’t concerned for anybody else except themselves. But generosity wasn’t what won these games, selfishness and greed was what they all felt. But mostly, these players played so they could get home, so they wouldn’t have to deal with these horrible treatments. The gladiators were killing just for sport, but did they really take to heart what they were doing?

Did any of them ever lose a minute of sleep at night thinking of the lives and minds they had ruined?

Did these old builders ever put themselves in anyone else’s shoes?

Of course not.

They were sick and twisted individuals.

But jesse was sure that karma would get them one day.

Maybe even at her own hands..

But for now, Jesse needed to act.

“From bad to worse.” Jesse declared as the duo gazed into the deadly games playing before them.

Jesse crawled onto her feet and helped Ivor up as well.

“Come on, let’s go.” Jesse said as she and Ivor darted past the gladiators, trying very hard to not be noticed.

Just when they had thought they might be able to just book it, Jesse felt a heavy weight knock her down onoto the floor. Jesse looked up and instantly recognized the gladiator as the one that she had blown off of his tower during spleef.

Slab…..

“Hey you!” The man yelled as a second gladiator joined him.

“I’ve been dreaming of this day since Spleef.”

Slab chuckled darkly.

Jesse immediately readied herself as she felt another force shove her onto the floor and she whirled around just in time to see Em howl with laughter before she ran off.

Jesse still didn’t regret not joining forces with her.

“Goodbye squishy.”

The words snapped the brunette back to reality.

Slab sneered, lunging over at Jesse.

She quickly dodged him and the pink haired gladiator tried to slash at her but was interrupted as Slab yelled out.

“SHE’S MINE!”

Ivor swished behind Jesse trying to think of a plan when Slab swung his sword over to Jesse as she ducked, the sword skimming over her face as she barely missed being cut in half.

Ivor instantly felt a wave of Deja Vu as he watched.

The alchemist rustled through his inventory before pulling out a bottle.

In his hand was the invisibility elixir he hadn’t used yet ….His last potion.

The man was thankful no one has paid much attention to him as Jesse slashed Clutch out of the way before Slab readied his sword and chucked it towards Jesse, sending her slamming onto the arena floor as The man took his sword and stabbed it at Jesse, still pinned on the floor but she rolled out of the way right when the sword smashed into the ground, it’s force so brutal that pieces of the floor cracked.

That could have been her skull.

Slab turned towards Jesse once again, the girl still on the floor,

The swordsman readied his blade for the final blow right when Ivor quickly pushed Jesse out of the way, catching Slab off guard as he pulled out a potion,

“POTION OF INVISIBILITY-” Ivor yelled out before Slab swung his sword at Ivor’s arm, knocking the potion and the alchemist onto the floor.

The shattering of glass filled the air as the raven-haired man felt a sudden burst of anxiety tear through him.

Ivor yelled out in surprise, while out of nowhere, clutch appeared, her sharp axe glistening as she loomed over the potions master.

“IVO-” Jesse screamed, not even completing his name as Clutch drove her axe into Ivor’s chest, the alchemist letting out a low scream before his head dropped, slick black hair spilling onto the floor.

NO!

But no words escaped her throat and Jesse could only stare in horror as Ivor weakly turned his dark eyes towards her and he mouthed a simple,

‘Run.’

The world was spinning around Jesse, as a buzzing sound deafened her ears.

But she ran, and she didn’t look back. Even when she heard more sounds of flesh being pierced and the gurgling of blood in Ivor’s throat.

Jesse tried as hard as she could not to think about it.

What had just happened?

Was ivor still alive? She thought.

‘Well if he was, those gladiators would make sure he wouldn’t be anymore.’ The voice in the back of her head said darkly.

Were the gladiators behind her?

Run.

Just RUN.

The instruction repeated in her mind continuously.

And Jesse did as she was told

[randomfandomimagine]

Gullible (Wade x Reader)

Character: Wade Wilson

Fandom: Deadpool

Categories: Reader Insert!, Female!Reader, Angst

Title: Gullible

 Requested by @wennbergbabe:

So I was thinking something like wade and the reader kind of open up to each other and share their true thoughts. They let each other know what's bothering them and he opens up about things that has happened to him,his insecurities, his worries? I feel like he just needs to talk/rant and having someone who cares about listen to him. You could make it fluffy or something and him making some wise ass comment about Why she sticks with him?? I don't know I just wanted to request kind of a serious deadpool imagine but nothing too serious because it is deadpool he's a goofball. 

  A/N: I tried to keep this spoiler free! It was very interesting to analyze Wade’s character in a different way, so I hope you all enjoy reading as well!

WARNING: You figured being a Deadpool imagine, but... swearing! Also, a bit angsty! 

When I heard Wade walking into the house, I stuck my head at the corner of the hallway to see him come in through the main door. And as usual, I found him wearing that red suit of his.

Wade Wilson was a mysterious one. He behaved strangely, he was random and unpredictable. Which wasn’t always bad. He often made me laugh.

I would hear him shouting at me from the other side of the house just to say hi. Because he had forgotten to greet me once he was home. One day he was super goofy and friendly and the other he was completely antisocial.

He swore like a sailor, he was hilarious –as well as mouthy as fuck –and I had not the faintest idea what was going on with him. Wade in a nutshell.

But when I agreed to live with him I didn’t expect any of this. I guess all he was looking for was a flat mate and nothing more, because we barely even talked and I hadn’t even seen his face. He wouldn’t let me, he always hid himself somehow or used lame excuses.

Wade always made sure to be wearing the mask or to be on a different room whenever he interacted with me. At first I thought he was just shy, but I soon realized that was definitely not the case. 

That was not the strangest thing Wade did, not even close. He also disappeared from undetermined periods of time and then came home unexpectedly when he thought I was sleep or out. Yet most of the time, he arrived bleeding and hurt as he cursed and groaned in pain while climbing in through the window.

What I didn’t understand was how he managed to be perfectly okay the next day. No blood, no pain, no nothing. Like I had imagined it even though I knew I hadn’t.

After months of living together and being stuck in that situation in which we got along but we knew nothing about the other, I was fed up with it. Not that I wanted to be annoying or know everything about him, but at least be able to chat without having it to be through a wall or door. Or mask.

I wanted to talk to him once and for all, so I went over to his room and knocked on the door.

“Wade?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I come in?” I bit my lip restlessly as I waited for an answer.

He took a few more seconds to reply.

“I’m naked” He replied, making me roll my eyes.

I knew he was lying, but I went along with it anyway.

“Well then put something on, you dimwit!” I threw my arms in the air in exasperation even if he couldn’t see me. “I need to talk to you”

From inside his room, I heard him sighing exaggeratedly and he mumbled to himself as he paced up and down. I could hear everything because he was so loud and dramatic about it.

I crossed my arms, shifting my weight from one foot to the other while I waited. Finally, after at least two minutes, he opened the door.

“Sorry to bother you, but I-“ I cut myself when I saw him.

He was dressed in that stupid red suit of his, but he acted casual as though it was completely normal to receive me in a full-body skin-tight superhero suit.

“Yes?”

“Can you take this seriously for once?” I asked him, placing my hands in my hips in annoyance.

“I’m not sure, I might not be physically able to” He replied sarcastically. “I can’t really promise anything, Y/N”

“Whatever” I pushed him a little so he got out of the way and came into his room, plopping down on the bed.

I tried not to look around because I knew being curious wasn’t always the best thing when it came to Wade Wilson. I had stumbled upon things in there that I could never unseen.

“What do you wanna talk about?” He asked, coolly leaning his back on the wall. “If you want money, I’m broke”

“I just wanted to talk about your attitude” He tilted his head, and I knew he was rolling his eyes under that mask. Even if I realized I didn’t even know what color his eyes were. “Because we’re living together and-“

“Okay, teach” He held up one finger and shook his head. “I know what’s going on in that little head of yours, but let me stop you right there. I’m not gonna give into that sentimental shit you’re trying to pull off”

“I’m not trying to make you open up or anything” I argued, determined to speak my mind and not let his eccentricities get to me. “Just hear me out, okay?”

“If I manage to stay awake…”

“I don’t give a fuck about what you’re doing, just don’t act like I’m stupid”

“Who says your stupid?”

“Well… I’m smart, don’t think I don’t notice the blood and you sneaking in at ungodly hours at night”

“Oh, I know” I sensed a mild flirtatious tone in his voice that made me grin in spite of myself. “I know you’re smart. That’s why I like you, baby”

“Great” Yet again, I rolled my eyes and kept on talking. “Then don’t act like I am. And for fuck’s sake, stop sneaking in through the window. Use the goddamn door, you moron”

Wade chuckled as he crossed his arms, standing upstraight and looking back to me after a few seconds of glancing at the floor.

I stood up from the bed calmly and took a step toward the door. However, I remembered something and turned around, holding a finger up.

“Yeah?” He encouraged me, knowing I was about to say something else.

“Have a nice day” That time I was really gonna leave, but he spoke and stopped me.

“That’s it?” He was definitely shocked by our brief conversation. “No psychological shit? No ‘everything’s going to be okay’ and no ‘you’re not alone’ crap either? No ‘you can count on me’ bullshit?”

I shrugged as though that was it. I knew that for most people those words helped a lot, no matter how cliché they were. But Wade was not like most people, was he?

“If you don’t talk about it, I won’t ask” I acted nonchalant even if was definitely curious. “I don’t care”

“Congratulations, Y/N” He took my hand and shook it. “You earned my seal of approval. You’re cool, I like you”

I grinned and softly punched his arm, fondly. Then I headed for the door to go back to my room.

“I’ll say this once and then we can pretend I never did, okay?” I smirked before I left.

“Spit it out, gorgeous”

“You are not alone, and you can count on me” I winked at him, earning a very slight chuckle coming from the depths of his stupid mask.

“Get the fuck off my room already, Y/N” I couldn’t tell under the mask, but I could have sworn that he winked back at me right before he slammed the door in my nose. 

*

The next day I sleepily walked into the bathroom, not even realizing that the light was already on. Wade was inside, and I opened the door without knowing he was. I was too groggy to realize, if I did I would have at least knocked!

Luckily for me, he wasn’t doing anything unmentionable. But what I saw changed everything forever anyway. I saw him, I actually saw Wade’s face for the first time. No mask, no anything.

He was just standing there silently, staring at himself in the mirror. Not saying a word, not moving, not even blinking. Until I came in that, was.

“Don’t you fucking know how to knock?!” He screamt as I pushed me out violently and slammed the door shut very loudly and angrily. “God...!” 

I stood there, astonished, not even trying to talk to him. The image of his face was etched in my brain and it was so… shocking.

His face was completely burnt, he didn’t even have any hair. Wade must had gone through a very traumatic and serious accident to end up looking like that. I understood the reason why he never showed his face, he hated himself and he hated his appearance, no matter how confident he might look.

Before I could recover, the door swung open and he stuck his head out to look at me. It was the first time I ever saw him so serious, even if I had never seen his face before.

“I’m sorry” I rushed to say, feeling guilty and stupid. “I should have knocked, I didn’t know you were in there… I… Sorry, Wade, I…”

I didn’t even have any words to describe how bad I felt and how it was all my fault. I made him feel uncomfortable, and I just wanted to fix it.

Wade opened the door completely and took a step out of the bathroom.

“You were gonna find out sooner or later anyway” He gently lay a hand on my shoulder, speaking low and soft. “You’re too smart”

I hung my head low, awkward and bashful, and pretended like nothing had happened. For his sake.

“I’ll knock next time” I mumbled as I went into the bathroom, my eyes fixed on the floor.

Wade held my arm and sighed heavily. The both of us stood in that position, in the middle of the hallway, for a few more seconds. Until he piped up.

“Don’t you wanna know what happened to me?” I was dying to know, but it was invasive to just ask. Especially knowing how Wade Wilson was.

“Only if you want to tell me” I whispered, gulping as I dared to look into his eyes. They were brown, with a little bit of green. Mischievous but somehow sweet in an unconventional way, just like himself.

“It’s a long story but…” I looked away when I noticed his eyes never landed on me. “I could tell you over breakfast”

I was honestly dumbfounded by the fact that he was willing to tell me everything. That after so long hiding himself he was going to open up. Or maybe he was just pretending to and was going to flee.

“Okay” I just said, still startled.

Wade nodded and went over to the kitchen. I walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind me, forgetting what I went there to do on the first place.

I just stood there in shock, staring at my own reflexion in the mirror without even seeing it. I was completely blown away by the fact that I was about to unravel the mystery that Wade W. Wilson was.

*

To my surprise, when I headed for the kitchen I saw him there waiting for me.

He was sitting in his chair, dressed up in jeans and a sweater. And wearing the red mask again, with the black and white eyes. A plate filled with pancakes with chocolate syrup sat in front of him. As well as a bottle of maple syrup, the proud Canadian dork.

I was pleasantly surprised to find out he wasn’t lying. He was going to talk to me and explain everything, maybe he thought he owed me at least that. Guessed I got under his skin just like he got under mine.

I cleared my throat to announce my presence since he was looking into the distance absently, obviously immersed in his thoughts. Maybe internally rehearshing his story before the speech he would give to me.

“You…” I was about to make a wiseass comment to relief the tension, but I wasn’t sure it was the best thing and changed the sentence last second. “You actually cooked breakfast”

I sat down silently, observing him in expectation. Was he going to say something? Eat the pancakes? Was he waiting for me to do anything?

“Eat, they’ll get cold” It was so odd to hear his voice so flat and serious that I didn’t even get what he had just told me.

“Sorry, what?”

He just shoved the plate in my direction and I started eating. I didn’t ask if he was hungry seeing as he seemed ready to speak.

“Francis” Wade said, his voice strangled. “Francis did this to me, the cunt”

I intently listened as he began to tell me his story. To explain how he got those burns, what the red suit was and where he went to arrive so late at night, hurt and bleeding.

*

Wade was a smartass before he was Deadpool, and he would always be one.

But to know he suffered so much, that he literally experienced torture in so many ways. That he sacrificed himself for love, that underneath all that smug and mouthy attitude was such a kind heart was… incredible.

Sure, he was still insane. Wade wanted revenge for what they did to him, and he was definitely getting it in the most brutal of ways. Which explained the red suit –of his alter ego known as Deadpool –and the sneaking in and out of home as well as coming back wounded.

Let’s just say that Wade Wilson, also known as Deadpool, was one complicated man.

He wasn’t entirely good, but not entirely evil either. He wasn’t a hero, but he wasn’t a villain. He wasn’t an asshole, neither a sweetheart. Wade was just… Wade. For better or worse.

“Wow” I managed to say when he became silent. “I don’t know what to say, Wade…”

I blankly stared at the table, at the half-eaten plate of pancakes in front of me. I wasn’t really hungry anymore, even if he took the time to cook.

Seeing as Wade didn’t say anything, I tried something ballsy. I slowly reached out to touch his face and waited to see if he pulled away or flinch. He didn’t.

My hand was shaking in fear of rejection when I grasped the end of the mask and slowly began to pull it up. He still didn’t push me away, so I carried on.

I lifted the mask and took a look at his face again. Even if it was hard to forget what it looked like now. When the mask revealed his whole face, he just took it off and threw it aside for me. His eyes looked anywhere but into mine.

“It’s not like you’re a monster, you know?” I said, trying to make him feel better.

Sure, it was a harrowing thing to watch. But not only because it wasn’t ‘good-looking’ per se, but because of all that it implied. Seeing his face like that silently told me all he endured and why it was like that on the first place.

A heavy and akward silence followed, until Wade’s eyes reluctantly landed on me. He analyzed my expression, which probably was one of concern and pity, and then his frown softly faded.

He stood up and faced his back to me for a moment before turning around.

“You actually bought all that crap?!” Wade exclaimed with a guffaw of laughter. “Damn, I didn’t know you were so gullible, Y/N! What a disappointment!”

I looked up in disbelief, frowning in utter shock and outrage. I stood up too, prepared to unleash a shitstorm of insults and complaints onto him. Was he actually that much of an asshole that…? 

Suddenly, my anger vanished as soon as it appeared. I knew what he was doing. It was his way to fix things, to leave the serious talk behind and pretend like nothing had happened. To protect his feelings even if we both knew we had just shared an intimate moment.

“I’m actually impressed” I humored him, smirking as I leaned back in the chair. “Isn’t the word ‘gullible’ too complicated for you?”

“You love me and you know it” He opened his arms wide. “Hug?”

I went closer to him, and when he was about to put his arms around me, I gravely looked up at him.

“If you dare touch my butt” I warned him, even though he didn’t seem like someone who would disrespect my boundaries and consent. “My knee will go into your crotch”

“Hands off ass” He held his hands up and nodded. “Got it”

Then we shared a hug that promised that everything would be different from then on. It assured that, from that moment on, we were friends.

[this-ginger-has-no-soul]

Masterlist

Masterlist for every Fandom and Character

Marvel

Bucky Barnes:

Dating Bucky barnes would include

You’re my mission- 1, 2, 3

Need a Hand?

Bucky I could use a hand

Winter Wonderland

Beefycake Barnes

Mission Accomplished

The stars would be so proud

Desperate Kisses

Nightmares

This isn’t right

No

I’ll take care of you

They’re gone

Calm down

Love yourself, accept yourself

You’re freezing!

What is a me-me?

I promised I’d never hurt you

Stop smiling

Flower crowns

You’re my lobster

Wings and curls

You don’t have to hide

First snowfall

Sick days

Don’t leave me

Keep count for me

Don’t touch them

I’m glad it was me

It’s not your fault

Pinky finger

9 A.M. dates

Shush and lemme take care of you

Ikea

I like them

My soulmate is the reincarnation of President James Buchanan?

Get out while you still have a chance

Lights on

Little reminders

Save me

I’m coming home

I understand

How do you run from a shadow?

You don’t have to do this

I know the feeling

I got you

I love you

I’m not leaving you

Fight me.

Early morning talks

Pointless fights

I’m in love with another

Don’t judge me

Be good to her

Safe Haven

I’m here for you

Period pains

Heartbeat

Puppy struggles

I think you’re adorable

Winter’s touch

With those…fanfiction green eyes

My own rapunzel

Winters in Brooklyn  *one of my personal favorites*

Mine

Do it again

I’ll be your legs

Battle scar

Teddy bear

The music from your fingertips

She’s perfect

I didn’t mean it

Breathe easy

Anniversaries

Halloween carols

You look like you saw a ghost

The Jager and the Kaiju- 1, 2, 3, 4

I don’t get jealous

Sister of Mine

Stomach kisses

Who knew?

Stop.

Post Break up cuddles

Fresh eyes

Bruises

We’re not animals

You look cute like this

Nicknames

We’re innocent- 1, 2

Homecoming

BAMF

A spider’s own

Triggers

They’re mine

Self defense classes

I need you by my side

Old songs

Blue as the sea

Spiders own

Razors

Accents

He knows where you are

Fairy dust

Science conventions

White Christmas

A Brooklyn Christmas

A fairytale proposal

Kiss me

Talk shit again

Take Control

So close yet so far

I thought they’d say yes

Nightmares 2.0

Steve Rogers

We all hide behind our smiles

Language

Conversations you’ve most likely had with Steve Rogers

Anxiety Attacks

I don’t know what I’d do without you

Double date

Take a break

Packing up and breaking down

Poetry

You’re an idiot

Tattoos and Piercings

New technology

I’m here for you

All American Dream *Another one of my personal Favorites*

Children can be a hassle

They’re not worth your time anyway

You’re late

Pure bliss

Not so innocent

He’s here with me

Sleep habits

Feeling’s mutual

Captain Canada- 1, 2

Bed is better with two

Bands

You’re beautiful

Old love never dies- 1, 2

My hero

Your moobs

I’m just scared is all

Teach me

Respect

Just a little shy

Like a married couple

Tales of our scars

I love her- 1, 2

Story of the century

My broken love

Awkward

Work Accidents

The fruit of our Labors

Say you won’t let go

Natasha Romanoff

The itsy bitsy spider

Traitor

Make the bad dreams go away

You’re not funny

He’s been at this all week

Girls night out

Shy spider

Lost souls and broken hearts

Fun sized

Surprise

You’re old enough to be my mom

Broken noses

I’m sick

Rewarding kisses

Angry spider

Never leave your side

My little fighter

Broken Lullabies- 1, 2

We should have never fought these battles

You’re too kind to do this to yourself

Morphine confessions

Stay with me

Scales- 1, 2, 3, 4

Museum Exhibits- 1, 2

I dare you

The cat and the spider

Comfort in a Widow’s kiss

Cafe dates

Near death experience

From friends to lovers

Are you ticklish

Lovers in the most unlikely places

I’m by your side

My alien angel

Lovely surprise

Wanda Maximoff

Baking

Music

Honey gone bad

Sister I wish I had had

Nightmares of the past

Bond

Thunderstorms

Hearing aids

Lay a finger on them

Family reunions

Kisses make everything better

Bed hog

Kisses make everything better

Touch her again

Double Trouble

Tony Stark

Please stop

Things you said when I was asleep

Conversations you’ve most likely had with Tony Stark

Whispered Songs

She lays down

Femininity 

Clint Barton

Hey Barton, Catch

Pizza, Puppies, and Coffee

Perfect Pair

Conversations you’ve most likely had with Clint

I’m making up for lost time

Coffee cups and broken bones-1, 2

Car wrecks and coworkers

Girlfriend

Peter Parker

Long time no see

Cuts and Bruises

I hurt you

Kill it!

Savior

You’re into the older type?

You’re just a kid

Loki

Everyday Midguardian Objects

Things I uses to love

I’ve fallen in love

Silly girl- 1, 2

I’ve fallen in love

Sam wilson

Cat and Bird

Change in Scenery

Bruce Banner

Hey Big guy

Thor

Cuddles

Black Panther

I don’t want to fight you

X-Men

Kurt Wagner

Scars

Pay attention to me

I could have lost you

I love everything about you

My blueberry kitten

Difficulty

Tile is Dangerous

Jealousy

Hide and seek

German lullabies

Conversations you’ll most likely have with Kurt Wagner

Silent book friend

The little blue comfort in my life

Warren Worthington

Feathers

Pretend to be my boyfriend

Flaws

Always someone else- 1, 2

I’m nesting, it’s what birds do

I’ll love you forever

I’ll spread my wings and-

Sweet as candy

Please don’t be scared of me

I don’t love you- 1, 2

That’s what happens

That was cute

Charles Xavier

Insecurities

Slow dancing at 3 in the morning

Calm your mind

Can’t you see what you’re doing to me- 1, 2

It’s over for me

Mission failed

Thorn in my side

Could I do something more?

Does she know that we bleed the same?

Time Travel

Erik Lehnsherr

Well this one is soft and kind

You make me think the world can be a better place

Can you hold me?

Logan Howlett

Dangerous

It’s okay not to be okay

You scared me

Happy birthday

My hero

Wade Wilson

Maybe it’s the mask

I like you better without the mask

Conversations you’ll most likely have with Wade Wilson

Scott Summers

Glasses and chaos

Guess this was a blessing in disguise

Peter Maximoff

Piggyback rides

Lazy mornings

Alex Summers

I’m not afraid of you

Hank Mccoy

Blue is better

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Please don’t go

Regrets

I’m forgetting

The phone

I’m sorry princess

You’re in love and it’s not with me

Salt and Holy water

Shark week

Freckles

Can we just watch the stars?

Conversations you’ll most likely have with Dean Winchester

It burns

Hey jude

I thought you gave up smoking

Monster in the closet

Of Heaven and Hell- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Dog days

Stitches and Scotch

Gorgeous

My ex-boyfriend the werewolf

All I wanted was a back massage

I missed you

In sickness and in health

Heartbroken

I can’t lose you

Don’t hurt them

Shitty diners

Sam Winchester

Last time

I’m in love with the Devil

You make me smile

Close your eyes

Aren’t you a little old to be afraid of the dark

Hickies and Bedhead

Yoga

Conversations you’ll most likely have with Sam Winchester

Castiel

I’ve never felt pain like this

Guardian angel

Lucifer

The Serpent’s love

Sherlock

You’re in love

Marriage is a trivial thing

Doctor who

The Stranger in white

Superwholock

The case of the forgotten memories- prologue, part 1

Others

Bigby Wolf

I’m trying

Terrible jokes

[negasonicimagines]

My One and Lonely

whew! this was intense! I’m really sorry if this doesn’t correctly fulfill these requests, folks! i tried! 

1: “okay what about poly yukisonic x reader where the yukio, ellie, and the reader have started a new relationship, but the reader is unsure of it?? and Ellie and yukio just reassure thems?? basically I just want poly yukisonic x reader angst with a happy ending. : ')” 2: “Could you do a negasonic imagine where reader is her girlfriend and has telekinesis? And Wade takes any opportunity to tease the couple so reader constantly uses her powers to slam the door in Wades face?” [yeah i defo didn’t really fill this one but the reader has telekinesis and DOES slam the door in Wade’s face and I have so many requests bro... but I’d be willing to redo this if you’re not satisfied] TRIGGER WARNING for mentions and discussion of past abuse. the reader also almost has a panic attack. let me know if i missed anything

“You know, you could just talk to them about it,” Wade tells you, and your fork and book fall to the ground.

“Uh, no? I literally can’t, dude. Now my fork’s dirty.”

“Uh, yeah. You literally can, dude. And that’ll teach you to be lazy, using your powers for easy stuff like turning pages and eating. I bet the fork’s not that bad.”

“Like you wouldn’t do the same thing,” you scoff, and he shrugs, nodding.

“Come on. It’s totally normal for you to be feeling the way you are. They were friends and dating before you came into the picture. Insecurity’s normal. Especially considering-”

“Call me insecure one more time and I’ll use the dirty fork to show you just how insecure your eye’s placement in your skull is,” you threaten, feeling your face heat up. You didn’t like that your weakness was so obvious. Or that he reminded you of her.

“Christ, maybe I really am a bad influence...Nah, we’re just birds of a feather,” Wade says with a cheeky grin you don’t know how you can see through the mask. Maybe his tone of voice makes the subtle expression more perceivable. “Sorry,” he quickly adds. “But, seriously. They’re the last people who are gonna judge you.”

“Who’s the last people that are gonna judge Y/N?” You hear from behind you. Ellie. Shit. She made you far more nervous than Yukio did. Yukio was the gentle, sensitive moon, and Ellie… Ellie was the sun. Nuturing, yes, but scorching, too.

“Well-”

“No one. Not important. Right, Wade?” you plaster on a smile, fiddling with the fork in your hand before letting it float in the air. “Want the rest of my ramen? I’m not very hungry.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

“Catch,” you say, flinging the fork at him telepathically. He gasps sharply, but his reflexes are quick enough to grab it.

You get up, and notice Ellie looks a bit… gloomier than usual.

“Everything okay?” you ask, and she nods, her lips twitching into a small smile for you before quickly concealing the expression.

“Yeah, I’m alright. ‘Kio and I missed you at lunch, that’s all.”

“Well, I was, uh… Hanging out with Wade. Like you saw,” you explain.

“You didn’t seem very happy. He didn’t say anything to bother you, did he?”

“Oh, uh, no. I was just a bit stressed. Exams coming up and all that.”

“Exams are a couple months away,” Ellie reminds you. “But you were stressed, weren’t you? Look, if you’re having regrets, whatever, fine. I wouldn’t be happy about it and neither would Yukio, but you have a right to your feelings. Just don’t fucking lie to me, okay?”

“I- I promise it’s not about that. Really, I’m… Happy to be with you guys.”

“Then what is it? Seriously?”

You stiffen, you can tell she’s getting angry. Your heart feels like a stone in your chest, cracked and heavy.

“It’s nothing,” you say, not meeting her eyes.

“Alright. Keep your secrets, then,” Ellie sighs, walking away. You head to your room, locking the door behind you. Most students with telepathic abilities get their own rooms in an effort to avoid accidental harm of their fellow students. This was the case for you, and you used to like it.

But then, you met Ellie and Yukio. The two of them were already dating when you were officially introduced, and you became fast friends with them. It quickly evolved into more, and the three of you became what many refer to as a “throuple.”

The facet of the insecurity Wade so rudely talked of earlier was, of course, the fact that they were roommates, and you were alone every night. They got to cuddle and kiss and you got to watch ASMR.

It was depressingly lonely. Sure, every once in awhile you could get away with sleeping over on weekends. But, most of the time, the teachers monitored the rooms, making sure everyone was where they were supposed to be, in case of emergency.

But, wait, there’s more!

As mentioned previously, Ellie is the sun. Yukio is the moon. What are you in that?

And it didn’t help that you were still struggling to cope with the aftermath of her, a little over a year later.

Before you began your schooling at Xavier’s, you were friends with a small group of fellow mutants that were slowly drawn together by fate. One of these mutants was a girl. You can’t even bear to think her name.

Back then, you were only telepathically gifted. You hadn’t even dreamed you would be capable of telekinesis one day.

But she, she had super-strength, and she liked to use it on you. Even when you didn’t want her to.

You were defenseless.

You shake, pulling your knees to your chest.

“Hey, why’s the door locked? I thought we were all gonna work together on our art projects.” Yukio’s bright voice is muffled by the door.

“Uh, um, yeah, yeah, I’ll be there in a, um, sec,” you say, your breathing growing heavier and more fast-paced. “Actually, uh, you- you and Ellie sh...sh-should just go and, uh, go work on your projects t-together. I’ll- Yeah, I’ll, uh, figure mine out eventually.” Shit, I’m doing a terrible job at covering this up.

“You okay in there, bunny?” It was a cute nickname that Yukio liked to call both you and Ellie.

“Mmhmm, yeah. Just a bit, uh, very tired. Gonna take a nap soon.”

“Okay…” she says, and you know she doubts you. Failure.

“On second thought, uh, I’ll just go to bed early tonight. Let’s get to work,” you decide, unlocking and opening the door.

Upon opening the door, you notice Wade behind them.

“Didn’t realize you took Art, Wade.”

“You also didn’t realize that we planned for you to come to our room. You were supposed to show up twenty minutes ago, actually. So, we went to talk to Wade. Since you tell him everything these days,” Ellie says, pure bitterness in the mention of Wade. It wasn’t that she hated him. She hated that you told him and not her. Not even Yukio, who she’d admit was far more approachable than her.

“Sorry, kid,” he says. “They had a right to know.”

“You- You didn’t tell them about- About…” You feel your eyes widen, alarm racing through you slowly and quickly at the same time.

“No, not that. Not her. Just the other stuff.”

“Oh.”

“Her?” Ellie asks. “Cheating on us, seriously?”

“No,” you say, and it comes out as a whimper due to her angry tone. “I- I- This was a bad idea, Wade. You guys should just go, all three of you, I don’t feel well, I’m tired, I-”

“I’m gonna leave you kids to sort this out,” Wade tells you three. “Good luck.” He slowly backs away.

“Can you close the door?” Yukio asks, and you jolt, door slamming in Wade’s face.

“Yeah,” you say afterwards. This was becoming less stressful thinking and more panic attack by the moment.

“You’ve been avoiding us lately,” Yukio points out. “Wade already told us why, but… I want to hear it from you, ‘kay?”

“It’s nothing, I-” You take a careful, ragged breath, sitting on your bed. Yukio sits on the stool at your desk, and Ellie leans her back against the door. “I just don’t fit. I’ve never fit in anywhere, and I never will. All I’ve done trying is bother others. Especially Ellie and you.”

“You don’t fit?” Ellie asks. “What the fuck do you mean?”

“I- You’re the sun...Yukio’s the moon… And I’m just… I’m Pluto.” The last bit comes out as a shaky whisper. A large, hot tear rolls down your cheek swiftly.

“What?! No! No, bunny, you’re- You’re…” Yukio kneels in front of you, swiping your tear away with her thumb and keeping your sad face in her hand. “I can’t think of anything, but you’re not Pluto, baby.”

“The eclipse. You’re the eclipse, Y/N. Everything aligning perfectly so that we can be together,” Ellie says thoughtfully. “Is that all? You feel like you don’t have a place here, with us? You do. You’re what makes this whole thing work, okay? Now please, please tell me you didn’t cheat on us for validation.”

“The her comment, right…” you say, the temporary relief you felt by Ellie’s original statement subsiding. “No. I didn’t cheat, I swear. I’d never do that to you guys, to anyone. I… The last relationship I had before you guys was, um… Not the greatest. It was around a year ago, a little more. Before Xavier’s. Before I honed my abilities. There was a girl, a mutant like me. Like us. But she, uh… She had super-strength. And I wasn’t very physically strong, I was pretty weak, actually. So… You can probably see where I’m going with this, or I hope you do, because I don’t like talking about it, not at-” You finally dissolve into tears. “Not at all…”

Ellie rushes towards you to embrace you, and you flinch reflexively.

“I’m sorry. I was really thoughtless. Just now and for most of our interactions today,” Ellie admits. “I’m just… Things between me and ‘Kio weren’t the greatest, but we were trying because we knew we were meant to be together. And then you came along, and everything made sense. Everything finally fit together, perfectly. And- And I don’t wanna lose that. Ever.”

“Same here,” Yukio agrees. “You’re so great, Y/N. Wade said that you feel really lonely all by yourself in here. Maybe we should try to get you transferred to our room. Sometimes they let people room in groups of three, and they probably could use the extra room.”

“Yeah, but… It’d be kind of annoying to have me tagging along all the time,” you remind her.

Ellie’s eye twitches. “Tagging...Along?”

“That’s the phrase, isn’t it?” you ask.

She takes a deep, calming breath, and you watch her fingers move as she counts to ten on them silently. They’re both sitting with you on the bed, now.

“Ah-” Ellie clenches her teeth, hissing for a moment, as if she’s in pain. “Y/N, you’re just as much a part of this relationship as Yukio and I. What part of that is so hard for you to understand?”

“I- I don’t know. It’s just hard to believe. I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

“What shoes? There are no shoes here,” Yukio tells you. “I really only wear them because it’s frowned upon not to, and because if I didn’t then I’d pick up all sorts of nasty germs.”

Ellie nods in agreement. “Same.”

You sigh, knowing there’s no way to convince them of how worthless you are to the relationship. Maybe because to them, you aren’t?

“Hey, did you see that? I saw that. I think it’s clicking, ‘Kio.”

“I did see it,” Yukio agrees, and you smile a little at their antics, shaking your head. “Let me go to the office and get the room transfer forms. I’d love to stay, but I think you two cuties need to talk a bit… In private.”

Yukio exits.

“I’m...Sorry. For talking to Wade and not you guys. I shouldn’t have-”

“You’re allowed to confide in your friend. I shouldn’t have taken it as personally as I did. I just know there was a time, before we all got together romantically, where you would’ve talked to me or Yukio about something if it stressed you out that much. But I guess not… We didn’t know about her.”

“It’s just hard to even think about. I feel so ashamed all the time, I’m really sorry that I didn’t-”

“Seriously. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, and I feel seriously shitty that I was such an asshole about it. You have a right to privacy, as long as you’re not putting anyone or anything in danger. But, the anyone and anything includes you. Okay?”

“Okay,” you respond, and Ellie kisses your forehead, her dark brown eyes looking to yours before she places the softest kiss on your lips, carefully holding your face as if you were priceless and she didn’t want to risk breaking you. You lean into her, forehead on her shoulder.

“Let’s lay down. I owe you some cuddling. I hear I’m an excellent big spoon,” she tells you.

“From a biased source. Let’s try the sweetheart’s cradle,” you offer.

“What the fuck is the sweetheart’s cradle?”

“Honestly, I did far too much research into the perfect cuddle position, for the time it might actually happen.”

“We don’t really cuddle, do we? Yukio hasn’t really given you any cuddles either, has she? Wow, you’re really missing out- ...Oh. I’m so sorry,” Ellie apologizes, looking more heartbroken than determined with this one. She hadn’t realized the extent to which you were being neglected by them. “I’m sorry, doll. Really sorry.”

“Doll? That’s new,” you comment.

“I figured you deserved a petname of your own,” Ellie informs you. “Now, explain this ‘sweetheart’s cradle’ to me.”