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The Tucker grandparents visiting for some coffee and cake :)
Have a nice Sunday guys:)
#web comics#south park#tweek tweak#craig tucker#tricia tucker#laura tucker#thomas tucker#grandma Tucker#you guys#I investigated but she has no name :(#grandpa tucker#maybe we need to give them some names#tweek being a paranoid little coffee bean#digital art#illustration#procreate#my art#beebox-illustrations#family meeting?#wow Iβm bad at tags today
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*cracks knuckles* Okay lets talk about the elephant in the room: Style going to the support group for those who've suffered loss and telling what appears to be a fake story about losing his pet dog.
I'm going to point out a few things that I think provide a framework for Style's actions here. Not because I think it excuses what he did, but because I think a nuanced read is what the character deserves.
Point 1: An irresistible opportunity
The subs put the "Support Group for Loss" on the image in the notebook, but I'm not sure there's anything to suggest that Style would've known that was what this image represents until he showed up and saw the sign on top of the door.
In episode 2, Bison says, "He plans everything down from years, months, weeks to days" and then tells Kant:
So Style is literally just going to addresses/locations at given days and times, potentially not knowing what to expect. And as much as Fadel is certainly attending this meeting as a response to having that heartbreaking flashback (π), this is also something he attends regularly and has planned to attend way in advance. So Style has no reason to think Fadel is attending this meeting because of a recent resurfacing of his pain.
What we, the audience, and what the characters know are very different things.
Now, should Style have turned his cute ass right around once he realised what this meeting was? Of course he should. But that wouldn't have been true to Style's character. We've been told by his best friend that he is "crazy" and been shown repeatedly that he lives right up to that description.
Style is impulsive. He's all base instinct and he acts on his desires without thought or contemplation. And by this point he is desperate for a deeper connection with Fadel. He's fascinated, captivated by the mystery that is Fadel and this is an excellent opportunity to finally see behind the wall Fadel so carefully maintains.
When Style sees the sign above the door, Style looks at the notebook (which, again, shows nothing but people sitting in a circle with the words RISE UP) like he's just realising what it means. He then gets this amused, almost rueful look on his face (like he's thinking "am I really going to do this?") before it shifts to determination and he walks through the door.
(My soul for the ability to once again gif something because FUCK Dunk is doing SO MUCH in this show!!)
To Style, this is just too good of an opportunity to give up.
Because let's be real, Fadel is so clearly lying and hiding something:
Fadel is shady as FUCK. He is simultaneously actually a really good cook (Style finally tries his burger so he knows, now), and also has the skills to work at a strip host club, and also can take on 3 guys in a fight, and also can break a man's arm with his thighs. Can you honestly blame Style for losing his mind just a little bit about wanting to get his hands on something, anything, to figure this man out?
Style is being absolutely consistent in his persistence to understand Fadel. This isn't about the car or about finally 'winning' the fight (thank you @airenyah for giving such a detailed framework to understand what Style's been doing until this point) anymore. This is about Style wanting to know Fadel himself.
Point 2: The potential implications of the setting
Now, what might give us a bit of insight as to why Style is this way? I have a theory (albeit one that could prove to be very wrong, but hear me out). I think this whole entire show is set in what could potentially be quite a small town/suburb.
There's a few things that make this theory plausible:
(1) Fadel and Bison are in hiding after Bison blew their previous cover. They're probably on the run from some section of the authorities and so it makes sense to settle in a quiet/out of the way place.
(2) Style seems to be really familiar with the people in the area. Like he grew up there and its the kind of small town where everyone knows everyone and everyone is in everyone else's business.
(3) Style is clearly the darling of the market aunties and uncles.
Style just lost her a sale and potentially a loyal customer, and she's still rooting for him? In episode 2, when Style asks the uncle to let him borrow his cart, it takes nothing but his word for the uncle to give Style his entire cart of produce for his ridiculous scheme.
Style is so clearly someone they all know well and have great affection for, and a very plausible explanation for this is that they all watched him grow up and the entire market (town/village) is fond of him.
And honestly?? Yeah, we see the way Style is actually quite sweet in that careless, guileless, thoughtless way. He goes the extra mile to fix his mistake with Fadel by replacing his car parts for free in episode 1. He helps out by taking orders in episode 2 without being asked and takes it seriously. In episode 3, he tries to drive more business to Fadel's store (bless him, he so clearly does NOT understand how restaurants work, but he MEANS well!!), and can we all acknowledge that it works?? He understands how to appeal to potential customers in the area because he knows the people there. It's not (entirely) his fault that Fadel wasn't remotely prepared for an actual rush crowd and Bison was off getting kinky with Kant and not doing his (fake) job. He is so clear about not judging Fadel's host job and tries his hardest to help him (to absolutely NO effect, but still) when the 3 guys gang up on Fadel.
Style is so loved and more importantly so very loveable.
Point 3: What this could mean for Style's character
So, potentially, Style is someone who grew up in a small town, who has been well loved, potentially spoiled and coddled, but also very much kept within the confines of the narrow viewpoint that a quiet, country town places on you.
It's in the way his dad scolds him as if he was still a child when he's at least in his mid to late 20s. It's in the way Style was so mad at Fadel for scolding him ("thanks for the lecture, dad"), like that hit a sore point for Style. It's in the way no one in the market takes him seriously; they're fond, but he's still a kid in their eyes. It's in the way he has an abundance of free time like he doesn't REALLY need to work at his dad's shop. It's in the way he sees Fadel beat 3 guys up with ease, starts wondering if Fadel is an assassin or a hitman, and is completely unfazed like he doesn't quite have a handle on reality.
It's in the way his best friend is a man who has no qualms about lying to him and putting his life in danger, and how Style seems to have no other friends or people (aside from his dad) in his life.
@wuxian-vs-wangji made a comment to me about Style being desperate for a meaningful connection, and I think she hit the nail on the head. Because along comes Fadel, a mysterious stranger with a suspiciously versatile set of skills who is also very hot and keeps giving Style these wonderfully complex reactions? Who sometimes wants nothing to do with Style, but at other times seems to be at war within himself about desperately wanting him? Who treats Style with anything but apathy?
This is catnip to Style; he never had any hope of resisting this.
Breaking news: Style is a complex and imperfect character...
Here's the thing, though: he was never going to try. The show has been incredibly upfront about who Style is as a person. Regardless of whether I'm correct about why he is this way (ie. that he is very much the product of the environment that didn't know how to handle a kid with Style's personality), episode 3 shouldn't have surprised anyone about Style. He's been incredibly consistent and true to himself.
He wants Fadel and he's "crazy" enough to go all in, no holds barred about it, and the Support Group was the biggest doorway to finally discovering something REAL about Fadel.
And its not just about sex or to prove his superiority anymore. Because if it was just that, then Style would have reacted very differently to their first time.
In this scene, Style is pleased and evidently enjoying himself, but he isn't exuberant. He isn't overcome with joy. If anything, he was more happy and excited when Fadel let him help out in the diner (I mentioned this in the tags in this post too) than he was when Fadel is literally fucking him. He lets Fadel set the pace; barely moves to touch Fadel except to hold him close. Almost like he doesn't want to accidentally mess this up, like he's worried he'll take too much, so he'll take what Fadel gives him and no more (please appreciate @braceletofteeth's amazing tags on this post). For a character that has been so aggressively on the offensive, this is shocking until you realise that sleeping with Fadel - while it's a step in the right direction - isn't Style's end goal anymore.
And he makes that abundantly clear in this episode:
Does Style even fully realise the weight of this desire? I doubt it. But I do believe that Style is in earnest. He doesn't fully understand his own feelings, but he also doesn't really care to either. All he knows is that he wants Fadel, wants his attention and his passion and his focus and his heart.
...but Style is also kind of, sort of, perfect.
Because he's exactly, precisely, breathtakingly exactly what Fadel needs.
Because Fadel is hurt and broken and bleeding inside. Because Fadel is barely holding it all together for Bison's sake, but has already given up hope for any true happiness for himself. Because Fadel can't trust anyone or anything in his life, when he's been used and used and used by the family who should've loved and cared and protected him.
Because it's going to take nothing short of this kind of unwavering, unshakable, uncomplicated determination to give Fadel even a chance of healing and opening his heart to love again.
#<my posts>#saw a post about style being one-dimensional and boring and I nearly had a breakdown because what are you TALKING about???#he's so perfectly messed up and terrible and unfiltered and WONDERFUL in all the wrong and right ways#and others have pointed out there's potentially even MORE to style's backstory because of the βcoincidenceβ of Lilly meeting with#someone with the same name as the dog Style talks about in his story#listen the story telling in this show drives me inSANE in the best way and i'm baffled at some of the takes i'm seeing#can we at least... let his story play out maybe before dismissing or hating on Style?? its literally ONLY episode 3.#anyway yes its me your resident style apologist back to be unnecessarily emotional about style again#the heart killers the series#thk meta#the heart killers#style sattawat#fadelstyle#also FUCK ME dunk is just constantly serving every single episode and i've seen so many posts appreciating joong's acting (RIGHTLY SO!)#but not nearly enough love for the frankly INSANE performance dunk has been giving every single episode#i love him i love him I LOVE HIM SO MUCH OKAY T_T#dunk natachai#ALSO (not that this means i can speak for everyone in a similar circumstance)#but as someone who lost my father to cancer as a teenager i DO understand and relate to the FURY Fadel must have felt in ep 3#and i DO think style was wrong to have treated the situation so lightly#but like literally WHAT in this show sets up any expectation for style to have the emotional maturity to do that?#and also this doesn't make him an inherently bad person ACTUALLY#it makes him an idiot and needing to be taught the right way to respond to people who are grieving. but guess what; he's NOT ALONE??#because let me tell you the amount of times i wanted to punch FULL GROWN ADULTS for giving me βwell meaningβ platitudes at my dad's funeral#...but the thing is they DID mean well. they just didn't realise how hurtful their words were#and life is filled with imperfect people who make mistakes and part of our journey is learning from them and trying our best to be kind
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I've been thinking about why Natsume Takashi's family called "Natsume" his mother and grandmother family name and not his father which normally should've been ??
We've always took this name for granted so we never question it even when we know about his family's history. I speak of myself that I never question it or find it weird till now ><
I feel it was something that triggered this idea suddenly but can't remember which event or scene did, or was it a late realization on my part or was it Seiji's remark in that scene hmmmm
I believe I find it weird because he had the same family name as Reiko herself .. since if Reiko was married then she too would go by her husband family's name thus her daughter too .. but Natsume had the same family as his grandmother not his mother which led to many questions in my mind either about him or Reiko but let's focus on Natsume for now β¦
It's weird, isn't it ?? or am I the only one that think that ??
It's known that the wife takes her husband's family name after getting married. also, his father is known unlike his mother's mysterious father so there's no reason to use his mother's family name. plus, his mother was the first to die too and he mostly was raised by his father, so it wasn't the other way around for him to maybe had his mother's family name.
Why give him his mother's family name then ?
his name "Natsume" Takashi wasn't passed down by only the yokai to link him to Reiko. I mean this name isn't exclusive in the yokai side of the world for it to make sense why he had this family name, even in the human world he's known as "Natsume".
Then I remember the orphanage incident that Seiji mentioned β¦ how his relative never put him in one again in fear he might ruin their family image in society given how weird he is that he was kicked out of the orphanage .. "let's keep this disgrace within the family" they said (I so wanna kill them for this remark)
Do you think that's why they changed his family's name after his father's death ? So, they can blame it all on the other family "he's crazy like his grandmother, our family has no such weirdo" or to have an escape route by saying "he's not from the family" .. thus if he did another problem β¦. oooooooh wait β¦ what if they changed his family name AFTER the orphanage incident ??? so that if he did another big incident or his name get to be known publicly then this name won't trace back to their family or image ?? ( this idea just clicked right now and .. I .. it make sense that I hate it ugh)
I'll stop here, I feel more damaged the more I think or talk about this and sure hope this whole idea in unfounded > - >
can someone tell me it makes no sense and nothing is weird in him going by his grandmother's family ?? T^T
this idea is painful if it's true >-<
NATSUME DOESN'T DERSERVE ALL OF THIS !!!
#natsume yuujinchou#natsuyuu#natsume takashi#about Reiko ...#we know the father of Natsume's mother is unknown so maybe that why her daughter goes by her mother's family#I believe the father is known yet Reiko didn't give her daughter her father name .. so why ?#after he died ? to protect her daughter from her husband's family ?#or she didn't get married in the first place ??#he's an exorcist .. so if his family is well-known then I can see her maybe not wanting to link her daughter to them for reasons#aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I'M LOSING MY MIND HERE#I HAVE MANY QUESTIONS AND IDEAS !!!#WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU REIKO ???!!!!!#IS HER HUSBAND'S FAMILY THE ONE THAT KILLED HER ???#THAT 'S WHY AFTER HER HUSBAND DEATH ....#STOP ME !!! JUST STOP THINKING TOO MUCH FOR THIS !!!!#ugh ... the more I think the more I lose my mind ...#when are we getting some kind of answers ??#any kind pleaase !!!!!#I'll go and lie down ... I need a rest#I wonder if someone gonna find those thought of mine making any sense at all#or maybe I'm over thinking things again ....#ugh
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Hiiiii! So, a few days ago you were talking about the whole thing with Amy, Rory, and River. And when I saw those posts a thought arose in my head and I wish to share it with you.
Since River grew up with Amy and Rory as Mels. And Mels was Amy's best friend do you think that they ever talked about children? Since I know that it can come up when talking with friends, and like... do you think that Amy might've ever expressed whether or not she wanted children?
And if she didn't, that Mels would've had to listen to her mother say that she doesn't want children? The idea is so heartbreaking and sooo interesting.
What do you think about it?
no, no, see, you're so right and this drives me wild.
because, the way i see it, i don't think amy wanted children. she's somewhere on the 'hasn't thought about it' to 'vaguely negative feelings about it happening' range to me, which falls sharply into 'Not Happening Ever Again' post-s6. (specifically, in terms of having a kid herself, even if she could, i really don't think she would. i do love that she and rory end up adopting a kid later, because that does make sense, for amy pond who grew up alone in one universe with her family swallowed by cracks in time before the doctor helped her set it right again, for her to want to make sure another child won't be alone in the world like she was. getting off-track here.)
and that's so. because the first real memory river/mels has of amy is of amy shooting at her. and depending on how well the silence fucked up the rest of her memory, it might be one of the very first memories she has at all. that's how she met her mother, crying for help and getting a bullet instead. her mother tried to kill her, so of course, you have to think. she must have needed to hear that she was wanted, right? even if she was taken away, even if amy shot her, at some point, melody must have been wanted?
river is good at getting people to do what she wants, but she is very, very bad at subtlety. and mels is younger, has less practice, so when she wants to know this, she's just going to ask. blunt and quick, easy enough because amy's used to the way mels will open her mouth and you just have to be ready to roll with what comes out if you want to keep up. it's why they're such good friends (like mother, like daughter.)
they're nine, and mels asks if amy wants kids, and amy wrinkles up her nose and says she won't have time for children, obviously, once her raggedy doctor finally comes back. they're fifteen, and amy and rory dance will they-won't they in a way that makes mels twitchy to watch, and taunting amy about wanting to have rory's babies is a good way to get on her nerves. but amy calls her gross, tells her she's got more life planned than children would leave room for, and besides, imagine her, a mom? it'd be a disaster.
mels does. a lot. she looks at her mother and just sees her best friend instead. she's not even sure what she wishes was there, but. maybe amy's right. and besides. imagine her, a daughter, instead of the ticking time bomb she really is? it'd be a disaster.
they're sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, and on. mels stands on the outside of a love story that births a universe. and her. how do you compete with that? not that she would know, not yet, she hasn't been there. but it doesn't make her feel any less alienated when amy and rory talk in whispers about a half-remembered world that's bled through to this life, about roman soldiers and boxes and the big bang of belief.
all these memories, they never mention children. on amy's wedding day, she's different, not like someone remembering a dream but someone who lived it. rory stands straighter, won't leave her side, and they're both so much older than they were yesterday. maybe now, right? a wedding's as good a time as any to decide you want kids.
mels not being at amy & rory's wedding is such an obvious lazy way of them trying to explain why they totally didn't just throw this plot twist together at the last minute that i'm not even going to acknowledge it. of course she was at their wedding. she's their best friend. there's too many people around the doctor, and she wasn't ready today of all days, so despite this horrible burning need under her skin to strike, she stays her hand. doesn't let him dance with her because she might just tear his throat out if he gets too close. stays with amy and rory as the maid of honor should. she must have been there for the awkward questions that always gets asked, 'so, any plans for a baby?' 'when am i getting grandkids?' 'oh, you two are going to have gorgeous children together.' standing a few feet from amy in her wedding dress and watching her mother tense and grit her teeth and brush off the questions. watching her look nervously at rory but never ask if he means it when his mom asks him if he'd prefer a son or a daughter, and rory answers 'either one, some day, not anytime soon.'
god i'm just going on and on, aren't i. but really, what's it like to know that amy never changed her mind. the next time she sees them, she's already been born and stolen. i don't like let's kill hitler for. so many reasons. but there is something compelling about how recklessly river lashes out at the world, at the doctor. even her sacrifice at the end is almost suicidal, throwing all her regenerations into this man without knowing if that will even work or if it might kill her to do it. but it makes more sense in the context of someone who has reached the end of a long, long wait for some kind of indication, any kind, that her mother wanted to have her. and finally been told, no. she didn't choose melody.
#like. to be clear also: i don't think the fact that amy didn't want kids and really didn't have a choice in giving birth to river#means that she wouldn't love river. i think it would make their relationship Complicated but i do think amy loves her. so much.#that's her daughter but it's also her best friend.#but like. god. to spend your whole childhood hoping you'll hear about some little glimmer of yourself.#a dream. a passing mention. a debate on baby names. anything. and to hear nothing.#and river is. like. she is really really bad at relationships right? we know this.#the person she's closest to is the doctor and she spends most of her life believing *he doesn't even love her*.#we're talking about someone whose base assumption about everyone is that they will try to hurt her at some point so she should always keep#one hand armed.#and her mother. didn't choose to have her. didn't have that choice. that has to fuck her up a little.#(and also serve as proof that river is. so so bad at knowing when she is loved. because maybe amy didn't choose to have her but she named#melody pond after mels her best friend. she has been choosing river every day for the past however many years since mels decided to come#here and be near her mom and dad even if only as kids. but river still can't see it.#and. given the nature of how the ponds disappear from her life. and we never get any closure about them and river.#you have to wonder if she ever did. river song do you know your mother loves you?#having the melody-as-river reveal be so close to the end of the season and then getting rid of amy & rory before they can actually do#anything with the three of them as a messed up little family unit is the show's biggest crime. because i don't know! i don't know if river#knew her parents loved her! i don't know if she *ever* came to terms with how she was born and how they didn't need to choose her then to#choose her now! i don't know if river ever really felt comfortable thinking of them as her parents rather than her friends?#according to the transcripts. river calls amy 'mother' twice. (and 'mummy' once jokingly.) she calls rory 'father' once. and 'dad' in angel#in manhattan. and it just. it drives insane right? it's almost weirdly formal. like the words aren't right but she knows she should say the#and. and. i don't think i'm ever going to get over river song.#i think that's the takeaway here.#ask#doctor who#river song#amy pond#rory williams
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not to be political but I've seen a lot of people saying that those who call Israel an apartheid don't know what they're talking about and um. As someone who has studied South African apartheid as well as grown up in a Jewish community. This claim has more merit than you think
#this post is brought to you by an article i read βdebunkingβ the claim that israel is an apartheid and their βevidenceβ#included several policies that are the same if not more intense than apartheid era policies against black south africans#there are comparisons that hold weight here#although one thing i dont get and havent had explained to me yet. it looks to me as though both arabs and jews are indigenous to the region#in the way that both the hopewell culture and lenape people are indigenous to my state of pennsylvania#and thats a flimsy comparison i suppose since the hopewell culture (who lived here first chronologically) has died out#but anyway theres a case for indigeneity for both jews and arabs#its so silly to me that we dont consider both to be indigenous? yes many jews that came into israel in the early 20th century were#white europeans and carried the colonial baggage of that with them#but idk why its so hard to believe that an oppressed group can also be an oppressor?? like where's the intersectionality babes#anyway. the original point of this post was that maybe more of yall need to look into what south african apartheid was actually like#much like h*m*s leadership a lot of the ANC leadership was forced into exile and had to live and work outside of their country#(and this comparison is not perfect im aware. the tactics of the anc and h*m*s are totally different. however i think this comparison has#weight in that they are both one of the biggest names in opposition to the government. they do this in different ways at different levels o#intensity and violence. that is not to be ignored. but there are some comparisons that we can make and exile doesnt strike me as a bad one)#the bantustans in south africa were also constructed in a way that much like the west bank makes it highly difficult for an actual real#state to form#and the way that theyre set up invites puppet governments and corruption. this gives a major advantage to the apartheid state#id recommend reading Trevor Noah's Born A Crime if you havent#its a great introduction to what daily life in aparthid and after was like (its a memoir from about 1990-2005ish)#(apartheid was legally ended in 1994 but there are still remnants of it today and there were even more at the time of Born a Crime)#anyway these are my political thoughts of the day#edit: to my tangent about both groups being able to have some sort of claim to indigeneity. that in no way justifies any of the brutality#going on#i think its espeically cringe of israel to claim indigeneity and a sacred relationship with the land then create an environmental#catastrophe like they have in gaza. making the land unliveable is a bit of a perversion of the relationship you have with that land innit#in case it wasnt clear: ceasefire now and free palestine
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WIP game!
i was tagged by @tortoisesshells β¨
so i have two fics going one rn: 1) in the boat purgatory in at world's end, james comes across gov swann and the two have a final conversation together (not using that for this since i haven't done too much but something to look forward to i guess) and 2) bolt's "what if james had a dragon" fic and subsequent discussions and questions has me now doing a "what if hornblower had a dragon" fic so here is an excerpt from that:
βWho are you?βΒ The dragonet is speaking French, and internally Hornblower swears. Is French the only language the creature knows? Itβs no issue for him, of course, but how can it be expected to be a British dragon if it only knows French? βCaptain Horatio Hornblower, most recently of the HMS Sutherland,β he replies, also in French β awkwardly so, because itβs a ridiculously formal introduction to make to a dragon, but in light of never having conversed with one before heβs fallen back on the old habit of saying more than is necessary. βThat is not a French name,β the dragon says. In English. βNon β no, it is not. You speak English, then?β βI do.β Pause. βThat was a long introduction. I hope you donβt want me to use it whenever I want to call on you?β The idea of a dragon wanting to call on him at all is no less ridiculous than having a conversation with one, but it β he? The voice is deep β has a point. βYou can call me 'Hornblower',β he says.
i don't remember who all is writing things that hasn't already been tagged, so if you see this and are a writer, feel free to share!
#thanks tortie! glad i had something to share#further context: it's at the end of flying colours as you may have guessed from hornblower's intro#when he bush and brown go to steal the witch of endor they find the egg#bc originally the egg (maybe some others too?) was being sent by the navy somewhere but then as we know she was captured by the french#so now the french are getting ready to move the egg somewhere but surprise the escaped british prisoners are stealing your ship#the dragon is named justinian bc hornblower was like [sweats] how do i name things#and started thinking about the names of his ships but accidentally said them aloud and the dragon was like 'i like justinian thanks'#the fic just covers the finding/hatching/reuniting with the fleet#but i do intend to reread temeraire eventually so maybe more will come#...i hope there are no typos in these tags#also i hate posting long things on mobile but i refused to give in so here we are#also also justinian is going to be a good bean that will remind hornblower of kennedy sometimes#bc i think he needs someone like that in addition to bush. thank you show#and idk if the boat purgatory convo could happen in canon since their deaths were separated by a fair amount of time (?)#but i can do what i want#afraid of heights hornblower having a dragon is still funny to me. sorry buddy blame bolt#he's kind of a mashup of show!hornblower and book!hornblower#my writing#chilly chats#tortoisesshells
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hey hi uh would you be able to check if y'all have The Land Before Time IV back in stock yet?
Sure thing- one moment.
*Kim turns to the monitor and pulls the keyboard a little closer to herself before she starts typing away. After a minute, she slides it back to it's original spot and turns back to the customer.*
It looks like we do, yeah. It should be in our Kids and Family section- let me know if you need help finding it.
#pine.txt#asks#anon#rp#kim pine#sp comic#spvtwtg#spto#spvtw#not in standard continuity#(ooc: not changing my answer but i DID just realize i totally could have answered this like it was from the time it was still missing...)#(ooc: could have been funny maybe idk. and now neither will any of you /j)#ooc: i need everyone to know that i just made an insanely intense effort to see if there was a canon section of no-account that i could use#+here.#ooc: i did not. literally the only labeled bin in the comics is ''canadianπβ and there are a couple of signs in spto i couldn't make out +#+but the ones i could (which was most of them) didn't seem applicable#ooc: so i am. giving them a kids & family section. or bin- at least#((ooc: some of the spto section/bin names: anime- science saru- directors- discount [10%? memory bad]- action- romance))#((ooc: there are more but. again. memory bad. and also they weren't what i was looking for so i wasn't trying to remember tbh))#((ooc: i used the references we were given that i have in my official art tag and also went frame by frame through a clip of the#((ooc: fuck i hit enter. l. Anyway i was going through an unfinished clip of rocie and ramona's fight. and also all the kim clips that take#+ place there.))#ooc: also! just a fun little thought i wanted to throw out there. if any scotts wanted to rp what that movie return might bave looked like+#+that could be funny lol#roxie*** and ramona fight#HAVE*** looked like. ugh
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guys what if i want to make my own apollo justice game.
#i need to write a prequel to aa4 pls pls pls pls pls#okay get this: so phoenix isnt disbarred yet and he doesnt have trucy. hes still taking and winning cases#one day he gets a call from edgeworth and hes all like ''wright i need your assistance'' and hes like what for and edgeworth goes#''ive been given the most ridiculous case and i think youre the only man in law who can take care of it''#so phoenix bikes his ass to the detention center and boom. child behind bars#and phoenix is like ??? hey kid what are doing here. and this kid is the most surly mfer on the planet like you couldnt get-#-a word out of him if you tried. hes kinda giving phoenix the stink eye too but hes just the littlest guy on earth#and phoenix feels bad for him so he tries to get a rundown of the case (maybe edgeworth gave him an autopsy report or smth beforehand)#but get this. the kid still wont speak. he hasnt even moved a muscle. and after some prodding you find out this little dude-#-doesnt speak english (i dont love aa6 but i think apollos tragic backstory can be interesting so we're going w that but taking it seriousl#anyways so maya is like omg this kid is speaking khurainese but hers is kinda broken bc shes not from the mainland and only knows it-#-from like prayers#so you only get bits and pieces of the kids testimony. plus he still doesnt wanna talk bc ''dhurk told me not to talk to you''#so you start following the new lead but you ask too many questions and apollos like oh shit i said too much and wont talk to you anymore#but now you have two leads: khur'ain and a man named ''dhurk'' plus the fact that this is kid might be new to america since-#-he cant speak english but is smack dab in the middle of california. its all v curious and phoenix wants to get to the bottom of it#for the rest of the case i feel like it would go in the direction of ''we dont know exactly whats up w this dhurk guy or where this kid-#-came from but we do get him acquitted and phoenix is able to save him from the dark path he was heading towards'' thus steering apollo-#-in the direction of law and giving him a wayyyy better reason than aa6 gave him <3#i kind of like the interlinked nature of ace attorney's storytelling. like everything leads into smth else and everyone is impacted-#-by another person before they even become properly entangled w each other's lives#like how mia faced dahlia years before she met phoenix but dahlia was the one to connect them#or how trucy gave phoenix the diary paper but she's also the one who ropes apollo into the waa. even before they know they're siblings#or how lamoire left apollo and trucy as children and when they reunite as adults they cant recognise each other but they all find each-#-other anyways#i could go on but i think this could be cool yknow esp bc i think the most interesting thing about apollo's aa6 backstory is his life-#-post dhurk. like where did he stay? was he a foster kid? was he put into the system? how did that affect him? what kind of ppl took him in#i just wanna know how that whole thing would have effected him bc like when yiu think about it how did he even get to america?? his dad's#-considered a terrorist. idk man i think its interesting and apollo and dhurks interactions are one of the only good parts of aa6
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We Donβt Have No Babies!
Synopsis. Well, itβs a bit difficult to have no babies when theyβre well and fully intent on fΓΊcking one into you.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, brΓ©eding, mentions of kids, mΓ‘ting press, pΓΊssydrunk boys, manhandling, marking, spitting, degradation, praise, cΓΊmplay, the elders ugh (Gojoβs), some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 4.9k
A/N. WHEWW take this as an apology gift for missing yesterdayβs post date, I overslept eheheh.
β‘ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Whatβs another?
βDonβt hah- pass out on me yet, doll.β Toji hisses. Spreading your swollen folds further apart with his fingers, already stretched so obscenely around his swollen cock, and only trying to squeeze deeper. βWhat was it that brat said again?β
And you can only let out a broken whine in response - too high off the stretch and the utterly sinful pool of his cum spreading on the sheets below. Itβs been like this for hours now, both of you barely lucid at this point. But you canβt bring yourself to be disgusted, not even a little bit.Β
Because Tojiβs throwing your legs over his shoulders, pressing down, down, down, till your knees were at your tits. Folded in half, and stuffed full beneath him. God, you werenβt going to make it out alive.Β
βOh, riiight.β he drags out, voice strained. Deceivingly innocent had it not been for that devilish grin. βHe called you βmamaβ.β
And there it was - Megumiβs tiny, seemingly mindless slip-up that got you into this mess in the first place. One that had poked some raw, primal part of Toji so dangerously awake.
The one that had Toji splitting you in half with his aching cock, hips pressing so hard against yours that it almost hurts. Fucking into you in slow, languid motions of his hips, while he drinks in your sobbed out little, βAh- Hngh- Toji, sβtoo much I-βΒ
Lazily, he thumbs open your folds even more, watching in awe at the way his seed dribbles and oozes down your thighs, seeping into the mattress. It takes him a while to form the words, too hazy from how warm and sloppy you were inside.Β
βToo much?β he drawls, with the audacity to sound genuinely taken aback. βI donβt think itβs enough, ma.β
Itβs the only warning you get - barely - before he laces his fingers on top of your head to take him deeper, snapping his hips harder. Sloppier. Sensitive cock stinging with sensitivity, balls squeezing painfully. It hurt, but it hurt so good. And Toji wasnβt even sure if he could cum again. But he was milking his cock on your pussy like he was gonna fill you up until he physically couldnβt anymore.
βB-but mβso full.β you babble, mouth dropping into a fucked-out little oh! as you look down at the way you were swallowing him up so well. βDunno if I canβt hngh- t-take anymore.βΒ
Oh shit, had he said that out loud? Ah, who gives a fuck. Because Toji was chuckling in surprise, stuck on the way you could still form coherent sentences - he had to fix that, of course.Β
βShhh. Donβ worry about it. Jusβ need to fill you up- ah, fuck a baby into ya, ma.βΒ he gently kisses away those big, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. βAll you gotta do is sit there all pretty nβ take- it-βΒ
Hand snaking down to toy with your swollen clit - frenzied, barely-circular motions just to get you off. Because shit he canβt just stuff you full of his cock without getting the mother of his future kids off, right? And he let you know, of course. Maybe he was whispering sweet nothings in your ear - probably it was just promises of how he was gonna fill your pretty lilβ cunt till morning comes and Megumi was gonna be the best big brother and-
β-mβgonna make βem breakfast. And youβll dress βem up. Weβll read oh- them bedtime stories and-β heβs babbling so pathetically into the crook of your neck now. β-anβ tuck βem into bed- Oh, fuck fuck fuck.β Drunk off your pussy and the heavenly feeling of his heavy balls squeezing so dangerously, letting his hips go out of control now. βAnd then- hngh, and then-β
βT-then what?β you let out such cute sobs into his open mouth, seeing stars behind your eyes each time he ravages you.
βYa really wanna know, ma?β
Somehow, his words have you squeezing around him so good. Enough that itβs almost difficult to move inside you. Enough that Toji doesnβt even realize that heβs cumming and cumming so hard that youβre bloated with his seed. Squelching out of your quivering pussy and soaking his cock as he doesnβt even think of stopping even as you keen at your poor overfilled pussy, teeth latching onto your earlobe as he holds you still for him.Β
βAnd thenβ¦β Tojiβs hot breath fans your face, voice guttural and sounding like he was losing a little bit of his sanity with each thrust. Hips moving again and again to fuck his cum deeper into you. βAnd then mβgonna fuck another one into you.β
β‘ NANAMI KENTO - Lonely? No problem!
βAww, mβsorry. Did I make you feel lonely, my love?β Kissing your lips softly, running his hands all over the pretty lilβ lace covering your body - just barely, of course. βDid I leave my pretty lilβ wife all alone in this big house?βΒ
You give him a pouty little nod, and oh does that do something to Nanamiβs heart - and his achingly hard cock. And he canβt help but pull the drenched fabric of your panties further to the side, greedily honing in on the way you glisten and clench around him.Β
βWell, we should fix that, right? So that my pretty baby is never alone in here.β
You would be reassured by his answer - had it not been for the way Nanami doesnβt even wait for your reply. Instead, looking straight into your eyes while he pushes his thick cock deeper inside you. Not even fucking preparing you as he usually would.
βOh! Oh, mm fuck-β And itβs all you can do to buck into his touch and just fucking take it while he grunts at the slight resistance. For once in his life more concerned about trying to fuck desperately into your dripping cunt than whether or not your poor pussy would hurt herself trying to take him.Β
That merciful, practical little part of his brain going slow to let you adjust to his massive cock - because, well, he couldnβt break the mother of his future children. Now, could he?
But oh how youβd beg to differ with the way Nanami fucks into you in languid , shallow grinds of his hips. No matter how many times Nanami stuffed you full of his cock - his size never failed to disappoint. Stretching you out, fingers swiping at your clit, expertly grazing against all the right spots he knew so maddeningly well.Β
βTwo or three?β
It takes you a second to register that heβs waiting for your answer - too delirious with the way your husbandβs splitting you apart deeper and deeper on his cock. Leaving neat crescents of his nails on your hips as he holds your slutty pussy still.Β
βW-what?β
βTwo or three?β Nanami gives your pulsing clit a little smack! as if to get your attention, hips stuttering ever-so-slightly at the way you squeeze his thick cock in surprise. βHow many babies am I fuckinβ into you, my love?βΒ
Oh. Oh, shit. You werenβt making it out alive.
But were you really complaining? No.
Swallowing thickly, βAh! Fuck, Kento- wanβ two.β
And maybe youβre a mastermind, maybe youβre an idiot. Because nowhere is the gentleman that you married, Nanamiβs spitting on your quivering cunt once. Twice. Watching like a predator stalking his prey at the way it misses - purposefully, splattering against your inner thigh.
Smearing it all over your pussy and your panties - which he was too impatient, too starved - to remove. Messy.Β
Itβs all Nanami needed to do before heβs bottoming out completely. Pressing his forehead against yours in such a sweet motion, even though his hips were so mean. Drinking in your delirious whines as his heavy balls smack your ass. Over and over-
The duality making your head spin as he fucks his cute lilβ wife dumb, part of his sanity dancing away with his restraint every time your slutty hole sucks him up so deliciously.Β
βShit. More?β he grunts, sounding absolutely wrecked. Moaning at the way you tug at his hair, legs wrapping around his toned waist as if to urge him to go faster. Deeper. Begging. Begging him to ruin you. More more more-Β
And, of course, what his girl wants - she gets. Because Nanamiβs dragging his weeping tip across your swollen folds, all the way out till heβs collecting your sweet juices on his head. βBetter take it like my good wife then.β
Then heβs pushing and pushing inside your tight pussy, but not like he was before. Jagged, desperate grinds of his hip - no adoration, no warmth. Just fucking you like his little slut, high off the idea of fucking his cum into you till you couldnβt walk. Till you were so full of him that heβs all you could think of. βWeβll have such beautiful babies, my love.βΒ
βShit shit shit, Kento- yer gonna ruin me-β youβre whining, body torn between arching into Nanamiβs unforgiving cock and running away.Β
As if you ever had a chance - he was holding you so bruisingly by the hips, gasping into your mouth. βShhh, thatβs the point.βΒ Fucking you so filthy, each word punctuated by his out-of-control hips, so harsh and unfocused with lust that those tufts of blond at his base scratch your sensitive nub. And the feeling is so fucking obscene that you barely hear the words that follow. βYou jusβ focus on taking care of my babies, nβ mβgonna be the one to ruin this pretty cunt- The one to fill you up- fuck. β
Nanami throws his head back as you squeeze the soul out of his throbbing cock, so pent-up and needy that youβre creaming all over his cock already. And of course, Nanami isnβt any better - because with a strangled groan of your name, heβs cumming. Hard. almost painfully so.Β
βNβ youβll never be lonely, cuz everyoneβs gonna see you and see me. I did that.βΒ
Jolts of electricity going all the way from his heavy balls to the thick, hot ropes of cumming filling your dripping pussy. Painting it all a desperate, desperate white.
And shit was Nanami an entirely different man tonight. Pulling out ever-so-slightly, only to admire his seed gushing out of you - so lewd and his.Β
βYβknow what, my love, I donβt think two will be enough after all.β
β‘ GETO SUGURU - Pretty (and his)
βAwww, pretty baby.β Geto purrs, in such a dangerously low voice, smacking his tip - so red, and angry - all across your swollen folds. He bites his lip at the way his cum spills down your legs, pooling onto the hardwood floor with a deafening tap! tap! tap! βYβwant it so badly, huh?β
βShit- hngh- please!β
You donβt know what youβre begging for - maybe release. Maybe mercy. Maybe to be anywhere but here - shoved against the wall right beside the front door, dress hiked up, almost your way to go clubbing with your friends before your beloved boyfriend had caught you. And stuffed you full of his cum, at least.
Whatever it is, Geto only gets messier, teasing your sloppy hole by slamming in - just barely grazing that one spot. And pulling out completely, watching you clench and glisten in the dim lighting. In. And out. In and out in and-
βSugu!β you squeal, tired of the way he was having way too much making such a mess of your pussy. Swiping at your slick, and shoving his seed back into you - smirking at the obscene mess.Β
βMhm?β he nods absent-mindedly. Eyes flitting between your ravaged pussy and that absolutely adorable pout on your lips. Chuckling, βWhat~? If I cum in this cute pussy one more time, youβre sure to get pregnant, yβknow.βΒ
Scoffing, βShoulda thought of that when you came inside me the first time.β
Geto rolls his thumb over your sore clit - just as a little punishment - breath hot against your ear as he whispers raggedly.Β βAnd are you complaining, gorgeous?β
βN-noβ¦βΒ
βThen?β
Heβs licking little circles at the crook of your neck now, in time with the maddening, frenzied patterns on your cunt. Enough friction to keep those pretty lilβ whines spilling from your swollen lips, but still teasing you just enough to have you bucking and keening onto his aching cock for more more more-
βPlease! I jusβ want your cock, Sugu-β
All it takes is your broken little whimper, and itβs like something snapped - because Getoβs plunging into your plushy walls completely. Finally giving you an ounce of that friction youβve been craving for so long. Only half the man he was once before while fucks into you deliriously.Β
βF-fuck. Love it when youβre so messy fβme.β heβs hissing lowly, as if you could be anything but messy. As if heβs not pulling you back by the hair to bounce you like some slut, hips snapping mercilessly. As if he isnβt absolutely ruining you.
And maybe if you were in any better state of mind youβd have said something about the pure disrespect in his cock. Fucking you nothing like the sweet sweet whispers he was muttering in your ear, ragged and hoarse with desire.
βGonna fill you up, huh? Give me some cute lilβ babies?β he groans,nibbling on your earlobe, fingers pressing down around your throat so the only response he gets are wet gurgles. Ones that go straight to his twitching balls, as Geto keeps running his mouth pussydrunk. βThey better have your personality, donβ wanna share my pretty girl. Isnβt that right?β
So mean. Just babbling like you rarely get to see him - usually the ever-graceful Geto Suguru. Now, drunk on your tight pussy and the image of you with a little baby with black hair and him - there for it all. His perfect little family.Β
βGonna be the perfect momma, huh?βΒ
Geto only gets a broken little whimper in response - one that almost makes him want to go easy on you. Almost, instead, he settles for breathing out a ragged, βFuck fuck fuck, yeah, gorgeous. Squeeze me sβtight like that - jusβ like that jusβ like that-βΒ
Trailing such a delicate finger up your legs, Geto pools that sinful mixture of your slick and his cum on his fingertips - before shoving them unforgivingly in your mouth. The slightly salty taste was so addictive on your tongue - and, hell, you arenβt even mad that youβre running late to meet your friends.
Smirking as you gag and mewl around him, he only gets sloppier. Faster. Licking a long, languid stripe up your neck, just knowing that heβs gonna cum inside your cute pussy harder than he has his whole life. Have your poor pussy bloated with him him him- βNow, yer gonna go to that lilβ party of yours jusβ like this. And everyoneβs gonna know who you belong to.β
β‘ CHOSO KAMO - Canβt help himself
βN-no, swear-β Choso lets out a broken little whimper into the crook of your neck. Feet flat on the bed, hips bucking up mindlessly over and over to where you were splayed out so prettily on top of him. So messy and dripping all over his glistening cock. βGonna ngh- be the last one- I s-swear.β
Youβve heard this broken little mantra before - and you knew it wouldnβt end well for your poor pussy. Especially not with Choso bullying his weeping cock back into your snug cunt. βBut, Cho!β you gasp, βWeβre out of-β
He knows youβre out of condoms. But, really, does it matter?
Because shit were you like the gates of heaven spread wide open for him. And, well, here he was - completely pussydrunk, two rounds and a still rock-hard cock later. The only thing on his mind from then on was to not paint your pretty pussy white with his seed, no matter how much he wanted do.Β
βLast time, baby. Promise I wonβt cum inside.β And then heβs batting this long lashes so unfairly up at you. So fucking beautiful with his dark hair untied, lips swollen, eyes-half-hooded and miles away. And, well, how could you say no to that?
And youβve barely gotten out your delirious little nod before Chosoβs wrapping two strong arms around your waist, pulling you so intimately closer like he worshipped you - while he fucks your hot cunt like anything but. So hard that you knew it would leave marks - your nails on his chest, his balls on your ass, fingers on your waist.Β
God, you were squeezing so desperately around him and he just thinks he might just cum right then and there. So fucking perfect that Choso knows heβs never buying another box of condoms ever again.Β
βF-fuck, feels sβgood. Love having you so deep nβ messy inside me.β
You were going to be the death of him.
βHngh- fuck fuck fuck, yeah? You like that, baby?β he groans lowly. Abs burning and flexing each time he rams his cock into your tight pussy, absolutely loving the way you were leaking his cum all over the sheets.Β
βShit- I-βΒ
βYes, Cho~?β
Face burning in embarrassment, choking pathetically on his words, Choso instead lets his hips do the talking. Strained whimpers of your name leaving him each time he bullies his painfully twitching cock through your plushy walls.
Voice cracking almost-embarrassingly at the end as he rambles, βOh my god- yβfeel so fucking good wrapped around me, baby. Wanna- hngh-β Trying his very best to sound like every cute lilβ whimper didnβt make his thoughts steer into the dangerous territory of how pretty youβd be with his kid. Of a little girl with dark hair and your eyes and-
You. His hips speeding up now, so sloppy with now rhyme or rhythm. How round and glowing youβd be with his kid. You, how everyone would know that he was that ruined your pretty pussy nβ got you this way. You, you, you-
βWanna cum in this cute pussy, baby.β He finally confesses. Hips getting so messy - mindless, quick little jabs that have you keening on top of him, balls squeezing painfully. βWanna fill yβup until you canβt take it anymore, fuck you so full until we have a pretty baby. Can I, baby? Please donβt say no please please-β
And at this point all you can do is whine and buck your hips to meet his merciless cadence, letting Choso crane his neck and kiss you senseless. βFuck yeah. Thought youβd never ask-β you mutter, muffled around where he was sucking on your lips, like they were his favorite candy. βWant you to cum inside me, Cho.β
Well, you didnβt need to tell Choso twice because no sooner have the words left your lips before heβs giving you one harsh thrust. Veins throbbing against your gummy walls, again and again.Β
Tears pricking his eyes as he cums with such a guttural grunt of your name. βGonna have a pretty lilβ girl.β Both white-white pleasure and the image of you and him and his daughter flashing behind his eyes. βSheβll look just as beautiful as you, baby. Nβ have your cute smile.β
Your own orgasm is nothing more than a few tingles, overstimulated and limp on top of Choso as stuffs you full of his seed. Thick, white ropes that gushing all the way out of your snug pussy, smearing all over his twitching balls.Β
You could get used to this.
And itβs such a heavenly feeling that Choso barely registers his hips moving again, as if on instinct. Fucking mindlessly into you again. Again and again. Gasping, breath hot against your ear.Β
βOnly one more, baby. Promise.β
β‘ RYOMEN SUKUNA - A reward
βF-fuck, womanβ Sukuna grunts, fingers so bruising on your hips as you slide down his throbbing erection. Inch by fucking inch, keening at the delicious burn. βYβact so innocent but youβve got such a slutty lilβ pussy, huh?β
As expected, the only response he gets is an incoherent babble of agreement. Your eyes watering, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth as you struggle to take him. And his sharp eyes narrow in amusement at the sight of his painfully inexperienced consortβs pretty cunt sucking him up so eagerly. Hips stuttering and leaking your sweet, sweet so sloppily juices all over his thighs.
Humans were always such interesting little creatures.
βTch.β
Slow ones, too, apparently.
Because immediately, Sukunaβs stuffing himself into your sloppy pussy as far as it would go. Groaning at the resitance, a large hand pumping his cock slowly - enticingly - as he fucks his hips in quick, shallow little thrusts, just to fit himself inside your snug cunt.Β
And you needed to breathe in and out maybe, relax your plushy walls, but Sukuna wasnβt going to wait. Why would he? He had his favorite woman - not that heβd ever let you know - sat on his lap, legs spread so shamefully and bouncing on his thick cock.
βF-fuck.β his jaw falls slack ever so slightly, groaning at the feeble resistance against his massive cock. Still only half-inside you but still pushing relentlessly. βSβlike your pussy was made fβme, brat. Milking me so well.β
βShit shit shit- hah- βKuna, feel sβgood-β you gasp, thighs quivering with the pressure to meet his rough cadence. And Sukuna huffs out a low laugh at your audacity to call his name, feeling charitable enough today to forgive this transgression.Β
Instead toying with your pretty clit, pinching and rolling between his thick fingers, loving the way you buck and squeal his name.Β
βHmm, feels good?β he hums dangerously, amused at your barely-lucid little nod. Fucking into you like his personal fucktoy - his favorite one. βGood βnough to give me an heir?β
At this your eyes snap open - but not for long because you just have to screw them shut again with Sukuna finally bottoming out in a quick, harsh thrust. Splitting you apart deeper and deeper on his cock, veins throbbing a maddening little bump! bump! bump! matching your heartbeat.Β
You barely have the time to breathe out a sigh of relief before heβs fucking into you. Unforgivingly. Like the monster he claims to be. All the blood draining into his achingly dick at the idea of fucking his cum into you until you couldnβt walk.Β
And he tells you - chuckling at the cute lilβ ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth each time his fat head hits your cervix. βYβwant that, my little slut? To be my cute plaything to breed? Help mβmake the next king of curses?β
Fuck, you donβt know if youβre reeling more from the way he was ramming his cock into you or the way he was talking to you in that mean little tone.Β
βMmm- yes! Yes yes yes!β
βUse your words.β
βWanβ-β you hiccup, batting your lashes at him so tearily, in a way that makes Sukunaβs heart thump so strangely. An uneven little beat matching the led rhythm of his hips. βWanβ your cum- gonna give you a kid.β
So cockdrunk and delirious, you barely register the way he wrestles your arms behind your back, using it like leverage to bounce you harder and harder on his cock. Only looking up at him with such cute lilβ heart eyes as Sukuna uses you as he pleases.Β
βFuck- fuck fuck fuck yeah?β he gasps into your open mouth. Teeth latching onto the crook of your neck, biting down right over your pulse. Dangerous. βGonna make me an heir so powerful. Have him treat you like a queen nβ kill everyone that doesnβt? Ya like that, my lilβ slut?β
βShit- ah- I want that sβbad, βKuna.β
Knock! Knock! Knock!
And oh how pretty you look, cunt clenching and all surprised at the knock on the door - some lowly human here to beg for their life, maybe. But it doesnβt matter, because Sukunaβs only licks away the big, fat tears streaming down your cheek, hips burning while he breeds you like some animal. Hard, and almost violent.
So it only makes sense that your orgasm was the same, breathless and shaking on Sukunaβs lap while he fill you with his hot seed. Thick and intoxicating. Hips unstopping, just animalistic little movements from such a carnal part of himself. Over and over-
And youβre so fucking drunk off of your lordβs cock that you barely even realize when heβs thumbing your ravaged cunt open. Letting his cum drip all the way down to his gaudy throne, on full display for whoever was about to-
βCome in.β
Itβs adorable how you try to scramble off his lap, trying - and failing - to cover yourself up as the door cracks open.Β
βNot yet, woman.β Sukuna grasps you in an iron-hold grip, dangerously sharp nails tethering right at your throat and your hips. Starting to drag you up and down on his swollen cock once more with no concern or care for whoever was about to enter. βGotta make sure it takes.β
It was filthy.Β
Completely debauched. And exactly where you wanted to be. You and your lord - and maybe your future heir, too.
β‘ GOJO SATORU - Give βem what they want!
βHah- f-fuck imagine- Imagine I fucked the next s-strongest into you right now.β
Oh.Β
You knew by the look in his eyes that something was off - that something hadnβt gone well in that meeting with the elders. Really, it was a miracle he attended in the first place, but somehow you had an inkling that this was the type of something that would have you needing a miracle.
That was three hours ago.
And fuck did you need a miracle - because Gojo had you splayed out on top your office desk, his cum spreading in a pool beneath, you throbbing cock stuffing in and out of your snug cunt while you try not to alert the entirety of Jujutsu High about how needy the great Gojo Satoru was being right now.
Gojoβs ramming his swollen dick into your poor, overstimulated pussy like he was drunk off the sight of you all cockdrunk and in a tight mating press. Moaning at the sting of painfully hard erection twitching inside you, and your nails running down his back.Β
Not even bothering to let you adjust this time before heβs fucking you again and again and-
You think itβs a bit unfair, really. Because who were you against the strongest? Well, the pretty lilβ wife whoβs going to give him his successor, apparently.Β
βShit- wouldnβt that be funny?β he lets out a humorless laugh, wrestling your legs further and further apart. Eyeing the way you suck him up lewdly, βIf I made my kid the strongest nβ just wiped these old fossils out?β
βT-Toru- weβll get ca-β
βCaught? Who fuckinβ cares, they want a Gojo successor nβ theyβre gonna get one.β
Heβs letting out his frustration in the way he chases both your highs for the - well, you lost count which orgasm it was at this point. Letting you stain all over the expensive desk as he yells out little curses into your mouth.
And oh how you want to kiss that little furrow in his brow, to whisper away his stress - but, no, the only thing getting Gojo out of this bad mood was to fully and thoroughly ruin his girlβs cute lilβ cunt.Β
But Toru-β you sob into his open mouth, hips bucking wildly for more. βWhat if I canβt give you the strongestβ¦β You know youβre babbling deliriously, little insecurities you didnβt even know you had coming to the surface as it really hits you that shit this is your Gojo. And heβs here. And heβs fucking you until heβs sure youβre pregnant.
βWho gives a shit?β he licks away the big, fat tears streaking down your face. Salty on his tongue while he plays with your pretty clit, rubbing quick, tight little circles on it.Β
As if to emphasize his point, Gojo brings his fingertips to his mouth with a lewd pop! So blissfully wrapping his lips around them. Darkened blue eyes rolling to the back of his head at the taste - it only spurs him on more.Β
Fingers immediately back down on your clit. Frenzied - like he couldnβt wait any longer, like it killed him to not see you cum again. Body bowing into yours, hand digging and bruising on your hips as he holds your filthy pussy still on his cock,Β
βFuck, gonna give it all to you, sweetheart. Mβgonna train them to be the strongest nβ protect their pretty mommy.βΒ
Sloppy, he was so fucking sloppy - such a mess of teeth and spit and pure desire to paint your walls white.Β
βGonna have my eyes, huh? Nβ your hair. Fuck theyβre gonna regret bringing this up.β Babbling little nonsenses that drove you mad. He sounded so fucking pathetic, crazed with lust. βOoooh theyβre gonna regret it.β Overstimulated enough that it hurt.
Kissing the side of your ankle beside his head, lacing his fingers together to pull you further and further down his rock-hard cock. Sloppy and moving with no rhyme or reason. βBecause they fucking hate me. All of βem will look at our kid nβ you - so round and pretty and see me. All me.βΒ
Now, youβve heard of orgasms that come out of nowhere - ones that have you convulsing and gripping onto Gojo - the desk, his shoulders, his hair. And this was no different. βAh! Hngh, Toru mβcumming mβcumming oh-β
Delirious, white-hot pleasure cracking behind his eyes, Gojoβs pumping hot thick, hopes ropes of cum into your poor, overfilled pussy. And shit no thrill of taking out the elders could compare to watching the way his seed drips down the side. Slow, and thick, pooling at his quivering balls as he fucks you like an animal. Over and over and-
βHey, sweetheart, yβthink if I cum in you again, theyβll come out twice as strong?β
β...β
A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.
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Btw if you're a fan of the movie and you saw any of my criticism OR NOT I deeply encourage you to tell me why you love this movie and maybe counterpoint my takes. I'm so into getting a new perspective thru the eyes of a lover.
That said the fact that around 8 people saw me asking if I'd watch this movie and Fargo and everyone voted Fargo (of that group, like 2 went for nope) gives me such hope about the fans in the crowd. True lulyheads knew I was gonna hate it before I knew that. Wild.
#luly talks#i dont think I'll be able to stop hating it because i dont enjoy a single thing the movie does#like i enjoy the concept SO much and having the fuck be the stand in for a dangerous animal IS SICK#but like i said i believe the director is a fucking idiot who doesn't get the issue he's trying to portray#i dont think he gets that we as an audience need to See Things or at least Hear Things to Know Things#because this man heard show not tell but then made the most painfully slow movie and forgot to show anything#aside from the scenes w Juni and. he's jupe? i saw it in the subtitles idk where i got juni?#i probably called him jupe on the first time i was like got his name but then just fucking. forgot? so he's juni to me now dw#but he is the most compelling character in the whole movie BECAUSE HE HAS LIKE... SOMETHING GOING ON#something tangible you have his trauma and you SEE it you see how he was just a kid that was working w this ppl AND THIS CHIMP#an animal he did like and who he saw massacre everyone BUT him. and when he was showing a moment of...#being equals maybe? in front of him the chimp is shot dead.#and it's hands down the best scene in the movie i was literally twisting my body like i was driving a car in a game so he'd fist bump gordy#it was the only scene that made me feel ANYTHING#but then after he had been living w this trauma he decided to kind of just. try tame an alien? FOR THE FUCK OF IT??#because like i said he was not making money this shit was Small just some shit spectacle in the middle of nowhere#and like. i like OJ too but OJ is so disconnected from us the audience is enraging#like I'd fucking love to see him have SOMETHING GOING ON A MOMENT OF GENUINE EMOTION#like AT THE VERY LEAST SHOW ME HIM CARING FOR HIS HORSES BROTHER SHOW ME HIM BRUSHING THEM GIVING THEM A TREAT#movie had all in place to be good but it just. wasn't! just because!!#like the whole message w the animals is pretty dog shit in general too like. i said it already its way more deep#and the fuckign tiger reference is so enraging like i previously mentioned and i know its a character saying it not jordan but you're not#meant to disagree you're meant to be like yeah fucking idiot got bitten by a tiger when the guy insists the tiger was good#AND WHO IN FACT STILL LIVES W BIG ANIMALS AND HAS A PRETTY DECENT LIFE W THEM#LIKE THE ISSUE IS DEEPER IM GONNA CUT MY BALLS OFF AND THROW THEM ST SOMEONE'S FACE IN ANGER#YOU'D DO GOOD JORDAN YOU'D DO GOOD BUT YOU DIDN'T#AND FACT RHE MOVIE SPECIFIES PREDATORS ARE UNTAMABLE WHEN HORSES and other prey animals of their size or more#AS JUST AS DANGEROUS JUST GOES TO SHOW HOW HOLLOW AND STUPID ITS MESSAGE IS#LIKE GOD.#PLEASE HELP ME UNDERSTAND THIS MOVIE PLEASE HELP ME LIKE IT AS MUCH AS 84% IN FUCKING ROTTEN TOMATOES
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How to make your writing sound less stiff
Just a few suggestions. You shouldnβt have to compromise your writing style and voice with any of these, and some situations and scenes might demand some stiff or jerky writing to better convey emotion and immersion. I am not the first to come up with these, just circulating them again.
1. Vary sentence structure.
This is an example paragraph. You might see this generated from AI. I canβt help but read this in a robotic voice. Itβs very flat and undynamic. No matter what the words are, it will be boring. Itβs boring because you donβt think in stiff sentences. Comedians donβt tell jokes in stiff sentences. We donβt tell campfire stories in stiff sentences. These often lack flow between points, too.
So funnily enough, I had to sit through 87k words of a βromanceβ written just like this. It was stiff, janky, and very unpoetic. Which is fine, the author didnβt tell me it was erotica. It just felt like an old lady narrator, like Old Rose from Titanic telling the audience decades after the fact instead of living it right in the moment. It was in first person pov, too, which just made it worse. To be able to write something so explicit and yet so un-titillating was a talent. Like, beginner fanfic smut writers at least do it with enthusiasm.
2. Vary dialogue tag placement
You got three options, pre-, mid-, and post-tags.
Leader said, βthis is a pre-dialogue tag.β
βThis,β Lancer said, βis a mid-dialogue tag.β
βThis is a post-dialogue tag,β Heart said.
Pre and Post have about the same effect but mid-tags do a lot of heavy lifting.
They help break up long paragraphs of dialogue that are jank to look at
They give you pauses for ~dramatic effect~
They prompt you to provide some other action, introspection, or scene descriptor with the tag. *don't forget that if you're continuing the sentence as if the tag wasn't there, not to capitalize the first word after the tag. Capitalize if the tag breaks up two complete sentences, not if it interrupts a single sentence.
It also looks better along the lefthand margin when you donβt start every paragraph with either the same character name, the same pronouns, or the same β as it reads more natural and organic.
3. When the scene demands, get dynamic
General rule of thumb is that action scenes demand quick exchanges, short paragraphs, and very lean descriptors. Action scenes are where you put your juicy verbs to use and cut as many adverbs as you can. But regardless of if youβre in first person, second person, or third person limited, you can let the mood of the narrator bleed out into their narration.
Like, in horror, you can use a lot of onomatopoeia.
Drip Drip Drip
Or let the narration become jerky and unfocused and less strict in punctuation and maybe even a couple run-on sentences as your character struggles to think or catch their breath and is getting very overwhelmed.
You can toss out some grammar rules, too and get more poetic.
Warm breath tickles the back of her neck. It rattles, a quiet, soggy, rasp. She shivers. If she doesnβt look, itβs not there. If she doesnβt look, itβs not there. Sweat beads at her temple. Her heart thunders in her chest. Ba-bump-ba-bump-ba-bump-ba- It moves on, leaving a void of cold behind. She uncurls her fists, fingers achy and palms stinging from her nails. Itβs gone.
4. Remember to balance dialogue, monologue, introspection, action, and descriptors.
The amount of times I have been faced with giant blocks of dialogue with zero tags, zero emotions, just speech on a page like theyβre notecards to be read on a stage is higher than I expected. Donβt forget that though you may know exactly how your dialogue sounds in your head, your readers donβt. They need dialogue tags to pick up on things like tone, specifically for sarcasm and sincerity, whether a character is joking or hurt or happy.
If youβve written a block of text (usually exposition or backstory stuff) thatβs longer than 50 words, figure out a way to trim it. No matter what, break it up into multiple sections and fill in those breaks with important narrative that reflects the narratorβs feelings on what theyβre saying and whoever theyβre speaking toβs reaction to the words being said. Otherwise itβs meaningless.
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Hope this helps anyone struggling! Now get writing.
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Also now I'm feeling really shit about not getting to anything for trans day of remembrance this year.
#i literally missed it because i suck :(#but also i've been feeling kind of weird sometimes about it#the name reading where you just know all the latin american names are mispronounced#this is the uk where it's harder to find a latinx person (or even a spanish person) to be able to help with that or do the reading#but still i think it needs some preparation beforehand if at all possible#i know these things don't have the greatest support network behind them but still :/#i just think there's something really sad about messing up the names of trans people specifically!#even if it's not in a misnaming/transphobic context#also i've seen the criticisms i know this can tend to be about white middle class trans people making it about ourselves#or something but i don't know what the solution to that is#and like any vigil maybe it's main purpose is as a symbol and to bring people together#i just remember in like 2018 when i travelled to the next town over (because there's nothing like that here)#and went to the before event and it was packed out#and my people from my bi/pan meetup group were there (i wish that group still existed :( )#some as allies and many as trans people because surprise tonnes of bi and pan people are trans way more than you'd think from the discourse#i was kind of in the in between space between ally and trans back then#i had no idea what i to do about that but in that moment i felt such love and compassion coming to me from that room#the kind i had trouble giving to myself#i think that has value even though i fully take on board the criticism of the day#we can say trans people murdered around the world are our siblings but we really have no idea what their lives are like#but maybe that's the key thing-that solidarity can still happen if we look outwards as well as inwards?#figuring out you're trans means looking inwards by necessity but we can also look outwards and say 'i can't ever fully understand#but i want to'#i don't know i feel weird tonight sorry to ramble :(
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If I had the freedom of not knowing there is going to be future new lore stuff added to oni I would do unspeakable things to so many of these guys. Or Id just make them normal guys who just sorta exist. Either or.
#rat rambles#oni posting#let it be known that the second we have any sort of base of scientist ari's character and job Im going to go buck wild#I'm not even the biggest ari fan but idk I've been thinking a lot abt them lately#not anything concrete for obvious reasons but still they have so much potential#like tbh I wouldnt be surprised if theyre already technically in the logs as one of the randos I know theyre klei's second favorite child#I say second favorite because we all know meep is the favorite#anyways I hope ari does smth mildly fucked up when they do inevitably become relevant I think thatd be fun#or maybe theyll just be another artifact namedrop and never be mentioned again but I doubt it#you see meep is a man of few words he only needs to be implied through one email to leave his mark#ari needs to do smth a bit fucked up and then not elaborate I think thats the most fun ari play#as in I think itd be funny if they were like involved in smth super important but it's only briefly implied in a log where theyre talking#abt smth irrelevant and unrelated#my vote is them either being involved in the employee kidnapping or being involved in the dna stealing#yknow we still dont know who the duo in bioengineering that was mentioned once are#the only potential duo I can think of would be maybe liam and ada but idk if theyd be involved in that specifically#I think they very well could have been tho and it would be kinda fun#plus it'd give us more insight as to who could hypothetically be in the know abt the inner workings of the duplicant project#because that would mean that the plant guy could also be in the know#as in it would draw the critter and plant bioengineering ppl closer to the actual duplicant stuff itself#which would make some sense for them to be aware of the dupes but the extent of that knowledge is a question that remains#but yeah other than those two I can't rly think of any duos that are both in bioengineering#like liam isnt comfirmed but he also isnt explicitly in a different department so hes still an option#banhi and bubbles cant be it since banhi is in robotics#and every other duo falls into a similar situation or are just not in bioengineering at all#its probably not that relevant of a detail but I think its fun to speculate#but yeah Im excited to learn more abt all these guys in the future as long as it's not ellie she can explode (affectionate but still)#oh also no first hand nikola second hand nikola is fine tho#oh also I hope gossmann only gets a first initial I don't wanna know her first name#itd be so heartbreaking if they walked out and declared her full name was like tiffany gossmann or smth like that
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Co Parents To Lovers Again (part 2)
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader
Warnings: fluff (smut in the next part)
part 1
It's been three days since the unfortunate misunderstanding with Charles and you haven't heard from him at all since.
You were overthinking the whole situation that happened on Sunday and couldn't come to any proper conclusion. At the same time, you were sad because he thought you would bring someone else into your bed, even though it wasn't your shared bed anymore, but you couldn't believe that he thought so little of you after all the years you'd spent together.
And yet on the other hand, you were thinking like any woman, you were glad that he was jealous and that the very thought of someone replacing him bothered him because that only meant he wasn't over you and that he still wanted to make things right between you two. Basically, you were torn between your brain and your heart once again and it was just a matter of what would prevail between the two this time.
Even though deep down you knew you couldn't fight yourself. You broke up over some disagreements that when you look at things more closely weren't worth destroying your relationship and your little family. You were both stubborn, he was a little too possessive, you were lacking in understanding, parenting, you spent most of your time alone with Lou and everything came together and exploded.
Now that you look back on the whole year you spent without him, you know that as hard as it is sometimes to be with him, it's ten times harder to be without him. You realize that you both made a rash decision, but then again maybe it had to happen only to make you realize how much you need each other in every way possible.
It's Wednesday night and while you're preparing tonight's dinner and tomorrow's lunch, Lou is sitting at the dining room table drawing. Soon your cooking is interrupted by the ringing of your phone on the kitchen island. A strange feeling comes over you as you wipe your hands on a dish towel and look at your phone only to see Charles' name on the screen.
You want to answer the phone, but you don't want the conversation to end in an argument so before you pick up the phone, you take a deep breath and try to calm down and strengthen your voice so it doesn't sound shaky.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's me." He says it in a completely normal, calm tone and you're grateful for that.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Umm, I'm leaving tomorrow for the race so I was wondering if you could put Lou on the facetime so I can see her since I won't be able to have her for the weekend?" He asks.
"Sure, just let me switch to facetime."
Once you did, Charles face appeared on the screen and he smiled when he saw yours too. You tried to hide the blush on your face and quickly walked over to Lou putting the phone in front of her.
"Baby, daddy wants to talk to you" You said setting the phone in front of her and leaving them alone to talk.
Since the kitchen and dining room were connected, you went back into the kitchen and could hear everything the two of them were saying. You didn't want to eavesdrop, but you kinda did.
"Hey, daddy!" Lou exclaimed excitedly.
"Mon ange, what are you doing?"
"I'm drawing and-and mommy is cooking" She says.
"Yeah? What are you drawing?"
"I'm drawing you in a red car. See" She says putting up the paper in front of the camera for him to see.
"Good job, baby. It looks great!"
"It's for you, I will give it to you when you come get me" She says forgetting that she won't be spending the weekend with him.
"Thank you, baby, but unfortunately we won't be together this weekend because papa has to work, but we'll see each other next week, okay?"
"Oh.." She pouts.
"Don't be sad, we'll see each other very soon, okay? I miss you so much and I'm thinking of you all the time."
Your heart is completely softened by his words and the immeasurable amount of love he has for your daughter.
"I miss you too, daddy"
"Okay, baby. I'll talk to you soon, I love you."
"Bye, I love you too." She says waving her hand as he blows her a kiss.
You watch her from afar and see how her mood immediately changed when she heard that she wouldn't be seeing him. Shaken by emotions, you move closer to her and squat down next to her.
"What's wrong, bug?" You ask her.
She doesn't look at you but frowns looking down at drawing on the paper in front of her.
"I miss papa" She says, hear eyes filled with tears.
"Can I tell you a little secret?" You say and she nods. "I miss papa too." You whisper making her look at you.
"Would you like to watch him race this weekend?"
"You mean on the TV?" She asks.
"No, I mean how about we go and see him?" You suggest and her eyes light up.
"Really?!"
"Would you like that?"
"Yes, yes! And I can give him this!" She says excitedly and you chuckle at how sweet she is.
"Then we have a deal. Now, finish up your drawing and go wash your hands because dinner is almost ready okay?"
"Okay, mommy. Thank you"
Nothing can compare to the happiness you feel when you see your daughter happy. Both you and Charles would do anything for her, and that's why you decided to quickly run upstairs to your bedroom, turn the hoodie right side out.
When a print of an F1 car was visible on the black hoodie, you took a picture of it and sent it to Charles without any additional explanation, because you knew that everything would be clear as a day to him once he saw it.
After just a few minutes, your phone vibrated in your hands.
'Been looking for it for a while now..' Charles' message said.
'I really fucked up this time, didn't I?' He added.
'You kinda did.' You replied.
'I'm so sorry, y/n..'
'You're lucky your daughter adores you so much and you better send a plane for the two of us so we can make it to the race on time.'
part 3
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for always and ever is always for you
old man!logan x healer!reader
word count: 15.2k
summary: logan is getting sicker by the day, and charles' seizures are occurring more and more frequently. logan didn't think he'd ever see you again - but desperate times call for desperate measures.
warnings/tags: 18+ only mdni, smut, descriptions of blood and illness, angst, logan's pov, reader is afab, language, slow burn as far as one-shots go, no use of y/n, caliban being sassy, mutual pining, friends to lovers, unprotected p in v, oral (m&f receiving), face sitting, cream pie, some dirty talk and pet names
author's note: thank you @embbarnes for reading this and letting me rant about it and assuring me that it's worth posting π«Άπ» this took me an embarrassing amount of time and i have to say i am pretty proud of it. flashbacks are in italics
divider by @saradika-graphics!
βThis is the third time in the last week, you know.β
Logan stares down at the deep red splatters of blood that creep towards the drain. The skin of his knuckles begin to turn white from how harshly he grips the edges of the sink β heβs surprised the ceramic doesnβt shatter. He turns the faucet on, lowering his lips to the weak stream to collect enough water to rinse the taste of iron from his mouth.
βI know that,β Logan spits the now pink tinged water into the bowl and then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. βYou donβt think I fuckinβ know that? Iβm the one hacking my lungs up here.β He shoves past Caliban, exiting the small bathroom.
Logan doesnβt want to snap at him β hates that it happens as often as it does. But right now heβs late for work and the last thing he needs is to hear Caliban harping on about this again while he scrambles to find his car keys.
βYou know I hate to keep bringing this up,β Caliban continues as he follows Logan into the makeshift kitchen of the abandoned smelting plant.
βI find that hard to believe,β Logan mumbles under his breath. He finds his keys hidden under some junk mail and shoves them in his coat pocket before pouring himself some coffee to take with him to work. Itβs day old and not as strong as heβd like for it to be, but heβll be glad that he has it when midnight rolls around.
βCharles,β Caliban continues. βThe medications are doing very little to help him anymore. Weβre having to give him twice as much as we were a month ago, which means we are running out twice as fast. Heβs getting worse. You both are. We need to find aβ¦ specialist that can help with both of our problems.β
Logan snorts in response, practically able to feel Calibanβs eyes burning holes in the back of his head.
βThere ainβt a thing that any doctor can do for me and you know it.β
Maybe Logan hasnβt had the flu, or strep throat, or even the common cold in two hundred odd years, but he knows thereβs no prescription that any physician can write that would stop his very bones from poisoning him.
βLet me rephrase that, then. Not a doctor. You need to see a healer.β
Logan freezes, his posture going rigid.
βIf youβre about to say what I think youβre going to say, I suggest shutting the fuck up.β
βHeβs had a record number of seizures so far this week,β Caliban implores. βYouβre barely standing upright. Thereβs a chance that she could help you both.β
βSheβs out of the question,β Logan spits before storming past him. He yanks the door open and slams it closed behind him as he steps into the late evening Mexico sun.
How does Caliban even know about you? Some of Charlesβ rambling in his rare moments of lucidity, no doubt.
It doesnβt matter if you can help or not.
For a lot of reasons, it doesnβt matter.
The most obvious one being he hasnβt talked to you in over a year and doesnβt know where the fuck youβre at.
β’β’β’β’β’β’
βYou donβt have to stay back there, you know. You can come closer. Youβre not in my way.β
Thereβs no hint of condescension in your voice. Only patience, and reassurance. Still, Logan doesnβt budge from his position in the corner of the mansionβs infirmary.
You donβt press him any further.
He had lost track of how long heβd been standing here, just watching in complete silence as you tend to the young mutantβs injuries.
Logan doesnβt even know the kidβs name. He doesnβt know any of their names. But heβd been the one to find all five of them in a locked cell on todayβs mission, and he isnβt going to leave this room until he knows that they are all okay.
Youβd already taken care of four out of the five. They now rest peacefully in individual beds, no doubt the warmest and safest theyβve been in God knows how long.
Your hands hover a few inches above a young boyβs chest, emitting a pale purple glow as you wave them over his torso, letting your powers radiate from your palms into his body.
Logan notices the color of your power isnβt as vibrant as it was when youβd healed the first childβs injuries, or the second, or third. Originally a bright violet, itβs now a lackluster lavender.
He also doesn't miss the way that you suddenly close your eyes with furrowed brows, but he remains in the corner, watching you carefully. You dig your teeth into the flesh of your bottom lip in concentration, causing Logan to take an involuntary step forward at the pained expression on your face.
Your hands drop down to the railing of the bed that the boy lays in, clutching the bars to keep you from falling over as the energy youβd been emitting fades away.
βShit,β you huff, out of breath. A thin layer of perspiration glistens on your forehead.
βWhatβs wrong?β Logan asks as he moves closer to you. βAre you okay?β
βYeah,β you grunt, nodding as you look up at him. You give him a forced smile that does very little to reassure him. βIβm fine. Itβs just been a while since Iβve had to use so much of my powers in such a short amount of time.β
βMaybe you should sit down for a minute, yeah?β Logan looks around the infirmary, walking a few feet away to grab a chair for you. He places it next to the bed that youβre still using for support.
βIβll be as good as new soon,β you assure him as you take a seat. βThis happens occasionally.β
Logan stands beside you, awkwardly leaning against the edge of an empty bed next to the boyβs. He watches as you lean forward, taking the kidβs small hand in your own. Thereβs no resurgence of purple β youβre simply holding it. The boy is sound asleep, so the act makes Logan wonder if itβs for his comfort or your own.
βIf I exert too much energy at once, I feel the effects of it. Not enough to really hurt me, just.. leave me feeling like I need to sleep for a week,β you explain with a weak chuckle. Loganβs eyes are fixated on the way that your thumb soothes over the skin of the boyβs hand.
βA gift that comes with a price,β Logan murmurs. βI know how that feels. Though it sometimes feels more like a curse in my case.β He instinctively glances down at his knuckles, his claws sheathed away.
βI can see how it would feel that way,β you agree, glancing up at him with a soft expression. βBut itβs not what your power is that determines whether itβs a curse or a gift. Itβs what you do with it. And these kids are alive because of you. A lot of people are, because you choose to use it for good. Iβd say that makes it a gift.β
βI guess I should try to look at it that way more often,β he hums.
βPlus, having the ability to heal yourself has gotta be pretty neat. I think youβre the only person here who would never have to ask me for my help.β You glance back up at him, a hint of a smirk ghosting your lips.
Theyβre pretty, he thinks β your lips. He mentally scolds himself, knowing now isnβt the time or place to be thinking about your lips.
βYou can count on that, bub.β
When Logan wakes, he doesnβt have the chance to mourn the memory heβd found himself reliving in his sleep.
He does find himself on the floor by his bed with the breath knocked from his lungs. His hands come to shield his ears, attempting to block out the high-pitched shrieking that makes his ear canals feel as if they are filling with blood.
Judging by the sunlight streaming into his room through the thin, tattered curtains covering his windows, he guesses that itβs mid-afternoon. He couldnβt have been asleep for more than a few hours β meaning it also couldnβt have been more than a few hours since he had given Charles his most recent dose of medicine.
With the world shaking around him, a half empty bottle of liquor and an old coffee mug both shatter as they fall off of his bedside table and hit the ground.
Logan and Caliban had recently cleared off all shelves in the smelting plant, moving anything that could potentially fall and break during one of Charlesβ episodes closer to the ground, but after a long night of driving around drunk assholes, itβs easy to forget that even a ceramic cup on a small table is a hazard.
He can tell by the way that the air around him feels as if it weighs ten tons that Charles has to be close by. He musters all of his strength to force himself to his feet. Each movement feels as if heβs in slow motion as he fights against the psionic energy that works to keep him frozen in place.
As slow as if he has hundred pound weights attached to each of his feet, he makes his way from his bedroom and to the common area. When he turns the corner, he first sees Caliban, still as a statue with his facial features contorted in agony and his typically alabaster skin turning redder by the second from the pain. Heβs less than a foot away from where Charles sits in his wheelchair, where he appears to have been watching a movie.
Logan frantically looks around the room, searching for where he had placed the bag of injections and pills when heβd forced Charles into swallowing his last dose just a few hours ago.
He finds it on what is used as a dining room table. Itβs sheer good luck that Logan had thought to prepare an emergency dose of the injection earlier that day, most likely thanks to Calibanβs lecture from yesterday evening still looming in the back of his mind.
After what feels like hours, Logan finally reaches Charles with the injection and plunges the needle into his chest. The second that the medication enters his system, the seizure ceases.
Caliban and Logan both collapse to the ground in relief. Logan clutches his chest, trying to steady his heartbeat and regulate his breathing.
βYou dream of her just as she dreams of you,β Charles whimpers through labored breaths.
βWhat?β Logan snaps, glaring at Charles from his position on the dirty floor. His ears must still be ringing from the effects of the seizure, because he canβt have heard him right. βQuit reading my mind.β
βYour thoughts are always loud when you think of her,β Charles murmurs, turning his attention back to the movie on the screen in front of him as if nothing had happened.
It's the first time, Logan realizes, that Charles has mentioned you since the day of his first seizure. Even without specifically saying your name, Logan knows exactly who heβs referring to.
βMake that four incidents this week,β Caliban grumbles as he jerks the plastic bag filled with medication out of Loganβs hand. He digs through it, pulling out a pill bottle and dumping two into his palm. βHeβs averaging an episode per day, and each one feels stronger than the last. Itβs only a matter of time before he killsββ
βDo you know where sheβs at? Can you track her?β Logan interrupts him. Caliban pauses to look at him, visibly annoyed.
βOh, so itβs a good idea now that heββ he jabs a finger in Charlesβ direction, βmentions her once, is it?β He stomps over to where Charles watches the television, seemingly oblivious to the conversation happening right beside him.
βTake these. Both of them.β He shoves them into Charlesβ palm and then storms past Logan.
βDidnβt say anything about it being a good idea,β Logan grunts, following him into the kitchen. βBut you seem to think it is and I donβt know what else to do. So can you find her or not?β
βOf course I can,β Caliban retorts defensively. βAs long as you have something with her scent on it.β
Logan throws his hands up in frustration, and then rakes one hand down his face, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers.
βI havenβt seen her in over a year. Why would I have anything that smells like her?β
βIt doesnβt have to be dosed in her favorite perfume,β Caliban huffs. βBut I canβt track anyone without some amount of their scent to go off of.β
βGoddammit,β Logan groans between gritted teeth. He turns in the opposite direction, heading back to his bedroom.
He thinks back to the last time that he saw you β the last time that his life had any sense of normalcy. The day of Charlesβ first seizure, the day that he saw seven of his friends die, you werenβt there. By some miracle, you had been out of town.
But a few days before that β it had been snowing. It was the first snow of winter and you had taken a group of younger students to play outside in the middle of class.
Logan was called over by a few of the kids who begged him to help make a snowman. You kept to the sidelines, watching him with the students, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself to keep your cardigan pulled securely around your chest.
He remembers pausing what he was doing to run over to you and insist that you take his jacket until you were all back inside. He remembers how much he liked seeing you wear it, and how silly he felt when he didnβt like that you remembered to give it back.
He remembers being enveloped in the smell of honey and cream when he shrugged the jacket back onto his own shoulders. Less than a week later, he found himself in Mexico with no need to wear such a heavy leather jacket.
It's now been over a year since heβs so much as touched it.
Logan begins rifling through the drawers of the dresser that looks to be as old as he is, containing all of the clothing that he owns. It doesnβt take but a few seconds until he recognizes the feeling of the worn leather against his fingertips.
He brings the jacket up to his nose, inhaling where your skin and hair had rest against the collar. He breathes in deep, concentrating on the scent that transports him back to before his life was completely uprooted and turned upside down. With his eyes closed, itβs easy for him to let himself believe heβs standing in the kitchen of the mansion with your arms around his neck.
It's faint. If he didnβt have enhanced senses, he may not have been able to detect it at all. But itβs there β familiar and nostalgic and unmistakably you.
β’β’β’β’β’β’
It takes Caliban all of sixty seconds to pinpoint your location.
Logan doesnβt quite know how to feel about learning that thereβs only one state in-between the two of you. He wasnβt sure where he expected you to be, really β it doesnβt surprise him that you didnβt stay in the state of New York, and he didnβt think you would return to your hometown, but knowing that youβve possibly been just a half dayβs drive away from him this entire time makes a lot of emotions surface that heβs been trying to push down for the last year.
He begins the drive just after six in the morning. By the time the sun starts to set that evening, he enters the city limits of Silverton, Colorado.
Nestled in the snow-capped Rockies, the small town couldnβt be more polar opposite of where he has resided for the last thirteen months. The stark differences nearly cause him to turn his limousine around and head back to the smelting plant without even bothering you β if youβd chosen somewhere like this to live, thereβs no way youβd be content with the brutal, dry heat of northern Mexico.
But this is the closest heβs been to you in nearly four hundred days, and despite the fact that heβs spent the last ten hours of this car ride thinking about what heβs going to say to you and still doesnβt fucking know, he canβt bring himself to go back to Mexico without trying.
Without at least seeing your face. Without at least seeing for himself that youβre doing okay.
He knows itβs selfish. He knows he made his choice when he took Charles to Mexico without even letting you know that they were alive. It doesnβt matter that he had his reasons for doing so, it doesnβt matter how much it killed him inside β he made his choice and he should have to live with it, without disturbing your peace and asking any of this of you.
He justifies it by telling himself that itβs for Charles, and Caliban. Maybe itβs his pride, but he refuses to make his ailing health your responsibility. Asking you to help with Charles is already asking too much.
He turns down a dirt road, following the approximate β not exact β instructions that Caliban had provided. Thankfully, itβs a small town in both size and population, so it doesnβt take him too long to find the neighborhood that Caliban had described.
He knows he has found the right house when he sees your car. He recognizes it instantly due to the cracked rear bumper that you still have yet to have replaced and its unique sage green color that peaks through the light dusting of snow.
He pulls into your driveway, parking his limousine next to your vehicle and turns off the engine. He takes in the appearance of your home β a small, cozy cabin with smoke erupting from the chimney. All of your curtains are pulled closed but thereβs enough light peaking through them for him to know that youβre inside.
The thought occurs to him that he might not find you alone. Itβs been over a year β you could have found someone to build a life with. They could pull into this very driveway at any moment. Hell, you could have a baby for all he knows. He might be seconds away from learning that you have a whole family of your ownβ
His thoughts only stop spiraling when he sees your front door swing open, your face peeking around the frame a second later. Confusion is etched across your features as you notice the limousine parked in front of your porch.
You donβt yet know that itβs him due to the limousineβs tinted windows, he realizes.
You exit the house, stepping onto your front porch with your arms crossed over your chest as you wait for the driver of the vehicle to make themselves known.
You havenβt aged a day. Your hair being longer than the last time he saw you is the only physical proof that any time has passed at all.
Logan attempts to clear his face of all of the emotions coursing through him and opens the driverβs side door, stepping out of the vehicle.
Thanks to the adamantium poisoning his body, his eyesight has started to decline over the last few months. But Logan doesnβt need to have his glasses on to know that you look like youβre seeing a ghost.
βHey, sweetheart,β he greets you in a cautious voice. He stays planted where heβs at, waiting for you to respond before coming any closer to the front porch steps.
He swears he watches you go through all five stages of grief in under a minute. Confusion fades to shock, shock turns to denial, and denial morphs into anger before youβre left with a blank expression.
βI know Iβve got a lotta explaining to do,β Logan starts. βIf youβll let me, Iβll answer every question you have. Iβm just asking you to hear me out.β
It takes every ounce of self-restraint that he possesses to not walk up the steps of your porch and wrap you in his arms. He may be standing just a few feet away from you, but it doesnβt feel real. Heβs convinced that at any moment, heβll wake up back in his pathetic excuse of a bedroom in the smelting plant.
You take a few small, tentative steps forward. Your eyes never leave his, an unreadable expression on your face. Logan canβt tell if youβre trying to decide if heβs real, if youβre about to jump into his arms, or if youβre about to yell at him to get the fuck out of here.
You come to a stop on the bottom porch step.
βWhatβs the deal with the limousine?β You nod towards the vehicle behind him.
βIβm uh β Iβm a limousine driver,β he answers lamely.
βA limousine driver,β you repeat with raised brows, though it doesnβt sound like a question. βYou know, there have been a lot of nights that Iβve laid awake wondering where youβre at and what youβre doing. Of all the possibilities, I never considered limo driver.β
Logan opens his mouth to respond, but quickly shuts it again when you turn on your heel, walking back up the steps and to the front door. You pause before you cross the entryway, looking back at him over your shoulder.
βTake your shoes off at the door. Donβt be tracking snow into my house.β
Logan watches you retreat into the house, his body frozen in place. As far as initial reactions go, he supposes that could have been significantly worse β but he knows he isnβt out of the woods yet.
He follows you inside, kicking his boots off at the door and closing it behind him.
The inside of your house is warm, thanks to the gentle fire going in the fireplace in your den. Itβs cozy β youβve decorated for the approaching holidays. Garland and twinkling lights adorn your mantle, and in the corner of the living room is an elaborately decorated tree. The whole place smells like a mixture of the candle burning on your coffee table and whatever you have cooking in the kitchen.
It's not just cozy, he thinks. Itβs homey. And heβs about to ask you to leave it all for a dirty, grimy, old smelting plant.
He follows you into the small kitchen, where you stir something in a giant pot on your stove.
βDo I even want to know how you found me?β
He can tell that youβre trying to maintain a level tone, but he doesnβt miss the way that your voice shakes and rises an octave on the last word.
He clears his throat, pulling out a chair for himself at your dining room table.
βHis name is Caliban. Heβs a mutant who can track other mutants. I asked him to find you.β
You hum in response, continuing to tend to the food in the pot with your back turned to him. Logan knows that telling you he asked Caliban to track you down is just the tip of the iceberg here, but he doesnβt want to throw too much at you at once. So he watches as you grab a variety of seasonings from the cabinet above you, and lets you take your time with questioning him further.
βAnd why did you ask him to find me?β
βFor Charles,β Logan answers. βI didnβt want to disturb you after all this time. I know youβre probably angry and you have every right to be but.. his seizures. Theyβre getting worse. The medications that I give him arenβt helping like they used to.β
You cover the pot with a lid, and turn the dial on the stove down to low before turning to face him. You lean up against the counter, your arms once again crossed over your chest β a telltale sign that youβre on edge, Logan remembers well.
βYou mean the seizures that killed a bunch of our friends and have caused the United States government to classify his brain as a weapon of mass destruction?β
Logan gives you a curt nod. βYeah. Those seizures. Weβve been living in an abandoned smelting plant just south of the border in Mexico. He mostly stays inside an old water tower. The metal it's made from helps keep the seizures contained to the immediate area around us, but.. theyβre getting stronger. Happening more frequently.β
You chew on your lower lip, a passive expression on your face as you take in Loganβs words. You donβt meet his gaze, your stare fixated on something on the other side of the room.
βAnd what about you?β
βWhat about me?β Logan counters.
You turn away from him again, reaching into a cabinet to grab two bowls. Logan watches as you ladle some kind of soup or stew into the bowls and pull two spoons from a drawer.
You place one bowl in front of him, and the other at a chair across from him before retrieving a bottle of dark colored wine and two glasses.
βItβs only been a year since I last saw you but you look about ten years older,β you finally answer as you uncork the bottle and fill the two glasses. You push one across the small table. βSorry. I havenβt had much of a reason to keep any whiskey on hand.β
Loganβs not surprised by the observation β youβre not wrong. He knows the adamantium poisoning his body has taken a toll on his physical appearance. His hair and beard have started to gray, his skin appears more leathered, his under eyes more crinkled.
After barely aging a day in decades, the difference between a year ago and today must look drastic to you.
But that isnβt why heβs here. He can handle some aches and pains, some coughing fits, and all of the other ailments that come with typical aging. He can hide it all from you β he wonβt make that your burden to bear in addition to asking you to help with Charles.
βYeah, well,β Logan starts, staring down at the stew in front of him to avoid your gaze. βThatβs what working night shifts and taking care of a ninety-seven year old disabled psychic with Alzheimerβs induced mega seizures does to a person.β
βNo one asked you to do that, Logan. I would have helped you if you had given me the chance. I would have followed you anyββ
βI know,β Logan cuts you off. βI know you would have. But I had just watched almost everyone that I love die. I couldnβt risk it, letting you get hurt too. Staying away from you for the last year, itβs.. itβs been one of the hardest things Iβve ever done. But I did it because I knew it would mean youβre safe.β
Youβre silent. Your lips quiver, and Logan loses his appetite at the way your eyes begin to gloss over with unshed tears.
βDid you at least think about reaching out?β
If your watery eyes make Logan lose his appetite, the brokenness in your voice makes him feel sick with himself.
βEvery single day.β
He doesnβt tell you that you frequent his dreams, or that he thinks of you every time a Pink Floyd song comes on the radio, or that he hears your voice in the back of his mind telling him to drink more water when all heβs had that day is coffee and bourbon.
He wants to. But he doesnβt.
You give a small nod to his answer, but otherwise say nothing. You pick up your spoon and take a small, unenthusiastic bite of the food in front of you. Logan forces his attention to his own stew, not really wanting to eat but knowing that he needs to β he had only stopped for gas and a bathroom break once during the drive here. He hasnβt eaten anything since he choked down a stale granola bar before leaving Mexico early this morning.
The two of you sit in a loaded silence. Despite how heavy it feels, he canβt help but feel more relaxed in your presence than he has in a long, long time.
Your spoon clinks against the empty bowl when you finish eating. Logan looks up to see you gulping down the last of your wine.
You sigh. A long, exaggerated sigh.
βWhy couldnβt you have shown up yesterday, before I put up all of my Christmas decorations?β
β’β’β’β’β’β’
Logan thinks that the interior of his limousine will smell like a Christmas tree threw up in it for the next few months.
Not that heβs complaining. The sickeningly sweet scent of balsam is a small price to pay for you agreeing to come to Mexico.
He knows he probably shouldnβt feel as relieved as he does β he doesnβt even know if your powers will be effective in helping with Charlesβ seizures.
But he can't lie to himself. The entire time he spent the better part of the night helping you pack your things into totes to load into your car and his limousine, he was on edge β afraid that you'd change your mind at any moment.
Of course he felt relieved when he watched your car pull out of your driveway after typing the smelting plantβs address into your GPS early this morning.
Approximately eleven hours later, he doesnβt think heβs ever been so glad to be in Mexico. The drive to Colorado, packing for hours into the night and then getting a few hours of shut eye on your couch, and then the drive back to the smelting plant has taken a toll on him.
His hips ache from sitting for so long and heβs experiencing what has to be a pinched nerve in his lower back.
Thatβs a first for him.
When he arrives back home, heβs relieved to find that he got here before you. Maybe heβll have enough time to take a long, hot shower and let some max strength ibuprofen go into effect before you can notice the way that he hobbles inside.
βOh, thank God,β Caliban exhales when he sees the door open and Logan limps inside. βYou havenβt answered any of my calls or texts. Did you even think to check if I was alive? He could have had a seizββ
βSorry,β Logan grunts, walking past him to retrieve the bottle of painkillers from a cupboard in the kitchen. βIβve been a bit preoccupied, trying to get back here as soon as possible and what not.β
He tosses back four pills dry and then turns to face him again. βAnd I knew you werenβt dead. You blew up my phone enough to assure me of that.β
βWell, a reply or two keeping me updated would have been nice. Tracking you only tells me so much.β
Logan rolls his eyes. He doesnβt have the energy for this right now.
βSheβs on her way here now. Howβs that for an update?β He pushes past Caliban, just wanting to go stand under a painfully hot stream of water.
βYou actually managed to get her to agree to come here?β
βIβm as surprised as you are.β Logan grabs a bottle of whiskey from the kitchen counter and starts walking towards his room. βAnd get the spare room cleaned up for her.β
β’β’β’β’β’β’
βI know it isnβt much, but Iβm gonna get you a better mattress tomorrow.β
A few hours later, long after Caliban and Charles have retired to the old water tower for the night, Logan stands in front of where you perch on the edge of the twin sized cot in your bedroom β if it can even be called that right now.
Aside from the sad excuse of a bed, the only other things in the room are a small bedside table with a lamp, and several storage totes containing your belongings that Caliban had brought in from Loganβs limousine.
If heβd had more time to prepare, he wouldβve done more, but just forty-eight hours ago he never would have guessed that you would actually be sitting here in front of him.
βItβs okay,β you shrug. βItβll be better once I have some of my things unpacked.β
βRight,β Logan nods. βWell, I'll leave you to that then. Just.. let me know if you need anything.β
He turns to exit the room, but freezes when he grabs the doorknob. He turns back around, and finds you looking at him expectantly β almost hopeful.
βI appreciate it. You coming here. You donβt owe me anything after the way I just ran off without any explanation. But I'm really glad that youβre here.β
His heart swells when he sees the way that your expression softens. Youβre too good, too forgiving and understanding. The fact that you let him into your home, served him dinner, and packed up your entire life into a few boxes and came here after a year of no contact proves it.
He takes a step closer to you, trying his hardest to ignore the sharp burn that radiates from his lower back as he forces his body forward. Despite how hard he tries to hide the discomfort, you seem to notice that something is bothering him β he can tell by the way your brows furrow together and your mouth sets in a harsh line. You scoot back a few inches on the cot mattress, making room for him to take a seat next to you.
βAnd I just want you to know that Iβm sorry,β he continues, cutting you off before you can even ask if heβs okay.
βYou donβt have to say anything. I just wanted you to hear me say it. Iβm sorry for the way I handled things. It wasnβt fair to you. I was just scared shitless and wanted to do what I could to keep you safe. Getting as far away from you as possible seemed like the best way to do that at the time.β
Logan internally curses his rambling. Typically a man of few words, he canβt help but feel silly at the sentiment. Youβd always had a way of drawing a level of vulnerability from him that no one else ever had. He still feels that effect today.
βI understand why you did what you did, Logan,β you start. You look at him with such understanding that he feels himself physically relax at your words.
βIt justβ¦ hurt.β You give a small shrug, bringing your hands together to dig your nails into your palms. βI lost my friends too, you know? You and Charles included. I know that you and I, we were neverβ¦β you trail off, but he knows what you mean without saying it.
Together. Never truly together.
A million almosts that never amounted to what he truly wanted run through his mind. Heβd long ago accepted that you and him would never be more than an unspoken thing but the reminder of it still stings, coming from your lips.
βAnyway,β you shake your head. He wonders if youβre thinking of the same memories that he is β the seemingly small ones.
The ones that he wouldnβt have expected to stick with him, but ended up haunting him. Having a drink in the mansionβs courtyard together after particularly exhausting missions β or even just particularly exhausting days of teaching children. Walking into the kitchen to find you making lunch β and you just so happened to have made enough for him, too. You, on the back of his motorcycle with your arms secured around his stomach, your bodies pressed as close together as they ever had been.
βIβd be lying if I said I wasnβt still hurt over it. But the truth is, I was too relieved to find you standing in my driveway to tell you to leave. And I missed you too much to not come back here with you.β
Your voice is barely a whisper by the time you finish speaking. A singular tear leaks from the corner of your eye, which you hastily wipe away.
βJust don't fucking do that again, okay? I definitely wouldnβt be as forgiving if it happened a second time.β
βI wouldn't forgive myself if it happened a second time,β Logan tells you β and he means it. He still doesnβt know if he can forgive himself as is. But you seem to forgive him, and that's enough for him for the time being. βI promise. Mβnot going anywhere.β
βGood,β you murmur with a small smile, seemingly content with his reassurance. βSo, about Charlesβ¦ I was thinking, if the seizures are as bad as you've told me, I probably won't be much use if he's actively having one. I was thinking that starting tomorrow, I could try to work with him using my powers little bits throughout the day. Not too much at once so he doesn't get frustrated.β
You're right. Thereβs nothing that anyone can do once one of Charlesβ seizures begins, except for Logan. Itβs solely due to his healing factor that Logan is able to muster enough strength to administer one of Charlesβ injections during a seizure. Humans β as well as mutants like you and Caliban β are rendered incapacitated.
βIβll let him know that youβre here in the morning,β Logan nods in agreement. βIβm sure heβll be glad to see you.β
βI hope so,β you sigh. βIβve missed him.β
As content as heβd be to sit here and talk to you all night, youβve both had long days of driving and tomorrow brings a lot of uncertainty, so he knows that he should let you get some rest.
βWe should probably try to get some sleep,β he says reluctantly. He starts to push himself off of the cot when the nerve in his lower back catches and causes him to hiss in pain. He tries to play it off, hoping you didnβt notice the way he visibly grimaced at the sudden sharp pain.
βLogan? What's wrong?β You ask, concern etched in your voice. He refuses to meet your gaze, knowing it'll be harder to lie to you if he looks you in the eyes. Instead he forces one foot in front of the other, and takes a slow step forward.
βItβs nothinβ. Just stiff from driving so much is all.β
He feels your hand wrap around his wrist as he starts to take another step, stopping him in place. He hangs his head, still refusing to look at you. He doesn't think he can handle the concern and worry that is undoubtedly written on your face.
βIf you were anyone else on the planet, I might believe that.β You stand up next to him, and your grip on his wrist only tightens. His face heats up; a side effect of your questioning stare and close proximity.
βBut Iβve seen you get impaled with a crow bar before. It healed before I even had time to fret over you. So whatβs really going on?β
It hits him how naΓ―ve he was to ever believe that heβd be able to easily conceal whatβs been happening inside his body from you. The effects of the adamantium poisoning have been becoming more physically apparent for a while now, and you of all people β someone so familiar with not only illness and injury, but also him β were bound to pick up on the fact that something is very different than the last time you saw him.
He finally looks at you, your face every bit as concerned as expected.
βMy healing factor has started to slow down,β he says delicately, trying to keep his tone even. The last thing he wants to do is freak you out even more.
βSlow down? How?β
βThe shit my bones are made of seems to finally be aging me.β He chooses to forgo using the word poison, but still answers as honestly as he can bring himself to.
βBut you donβt need to worry yourself with that, βkay? Thatβs not why youβre here. Some back pain isnβt anything that I canβt handle,β he quickly adds when distress distorts your features.
You purse your lips, leaving him wondering how youβre going to respond.
Thereβs a sudden sensation radiate from where the skin of your palm and fingers are wrapped around his wrist β itβs a soft vibration, soothing and serene. It starts at his hand and travels up his arm before expanding through his chest, back, and eventually down to the soles of his feet.
For a few moments, he feels like heβs floating. The weight of the adamantium bones disappear for the first time in decades, leaving him feeling feather light. The feeling fades away as gradually as it appeared, and with it subsides the pinching in his lower back.
He realizes that heβs looking at you as if you grew a second head. He doesnβt know why heβs so taken off guard β heβs seen your powers first hand before. He just never imagined there would be a time that heβd actually learn how it feels to be on the receiving end of them.
He glances down at where you finally release your hold on his hand. When you pull away, he sees the remnants of a purple glow emanating from your palm.
βI figured you would have said no if I had asked beforehand. Am I wrong?β
βNo,β he admits in a gruff tone. βGuess not.β
βWell? How does your back feel now?β You look at him with raised brows, as if you donβt already know the answer.
βBetter. But donβt make a habit out of that. I want you saving your energy for Charles.β
Truthfully, he physically feels the best that he has in months. In addition to his back being free of the sharp pinching sensation, the chronic stiffness that has plagued his body is gone. Even his eyesight seems clearer.
But he thinks back to one of his earliest memories of you β the one that had presented itself in his most recent dream. He remembers the vibrancy of your power gradually dimming as you grew more tired and the way that your forehead glistened with sweat when you were worn out from excessive use of your powers.
You roll your eyes and plop back down on the edge of your cot.
βIβm more than capable of helping you and Charles both. Do you think Iβd really let you suffer, knowing youβre in discomfort?β
He knows that trying to fight you on this is as about as useful as arguing with a brick wall.
βI don't doubt your capability,β he tells you gently as he eases towards the door to your room. βBut I'm not the priority here. Now get some rest, alright?β
Your response is a brief nod that tells him he hasnβt heard the last of this conversation.
βGoodnight, Logan.β
Just down the hallway, he traces the tips of his fingers over where your hand had been wrapped around his until he falls into the most peaceful and comfortable sleep heβs had in over a year.
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βSheβs a healer. She worked at the school as a nurse and teacher. You remember her, yeah? Sheβs here to see if she can help us out some.β
Logan hands Charles a double dose of pills and watches until heβs swallowed them. They are already running low on the seizure suppressants as is, but he makes him double up anyway. Heβd rather be on the safe side, since you are going to be working with Charles this morning.
βOf course I remember her,β Charles retorts after heβs taken the pills. βAs if I could ever forget with how often I see her face appear in your mind.β
βCould you do me a favor and not mention that, maybe?β Logan grumbles. He doesnβt doubt that itβs true, but heβd prefer Charles to not mention it within the first five minutes of seeing you.
The door to the old water tower creaks open, allowing midday sun to infiltrate the dim space as you come inside. Caliban enters behind you.
βHi, Charles,β you greet him cheerfully βIt's so nice to see you.β
Your voice doesnβt give it away, but Logan notices the nervousness in your gait β in the way that your posture is rigid and your footsteps are shorter and quicker than normal as you walk over to them.
Charles gives you a smile β the first genuine smile that Logan has seen from him in as long as he can remember.
βHello, my dear,β he beams at you. βWeβve missed you.β
You return his smile with a bashful one of your own, and wring your hands together in front of you.
βIβve missed you guys, too,β you say, your eyes flickering between him and Logan. βIβm glad to be here. Iβm going to be using my powers to try to get your seizures under control. Is that okay with you?β
βAnything sounds better than these two cramming pills down my throat like clockwork,β he grunts with a glare at Logan and Caliban.
βItβs not exactly fun for us either, you know,β Caliban scoffs.
βEnough, you two,β Logan interjects when Charles opens his mouth to respond. βWeββ he motions to himself and Caliban, βare going to give them some privacy.β
He'd be lying if he said the thought of leaving you alone with Charles during what will undoubtedly be a vulnerable time didnβt make him nervous. But he doesnβt want to overcrowd and overwhelm him, either.
Though a large majority of Charlesβ seizures are random, many have been brought on by a state of a emotional distress, too.
He knows that he doesnβt exactly possess a natural aura of peace like you do.
A hint of anxiety flashes across your features before you quickly compose yourself. Logan starts to follow Calibanβs lead to the door, but stops when he's directly in front of you.
He reaches out and almost puts a hand on your waist before he thinks twice of it. His fingers linger awkwardly at your hip for a moment before he drops the hand back down to his side.
βI'll be close by, okay? If you need anything,β he says to you lowly. He glances over his shoulder to see Charles now tending to his bonsai tree, not paying attention to anyone around him.
βI know,β you assure him with a smile and nod of your head. βDonβt worry. I wonβt push him. If he starts to get agitated, frustrated, boredβ¦ Iβll stop immediately.β
Logan gives you one final, short nod before reluctantly following Caliban outside and back into the smelting plant.
βYou sure do seem to be getting around well for someone who could barely walk yesterday,β Caliban says in a faux casual voice as he tugs the balaclava style mask off of his head as soon as he is out of the sunlight.
Logan sighs and curses under his breath, already knowing the direction that this conversation is headed.
βNow that I'm thinking about it, I also didn't hear you having any nightmares all the way from the water tower last night. Must have had a good nightβs sleep.β
βWhat's your point?β Logan snaps. He yanks the fridge open, scanning the scarce shelves for something to eat.
He really needs to go to the grocery store once you've finished up with Charles. And buy you an actual bed. And stock back up on Charlesβ medications β
βNo point,β Caliban continues, βJust glad to see that you changed your mind about telling her about your condition is all. Even if you did threaten me within an inch of my life to not tell her right before you left for Colorado.β
βWhat can I say,β Logan grunts. βShe isn't blind. She clocked it within an hour of being here.β
Logan spends the next hour alternating between pacing the floor of the smelting plant and smoking cigars outside of the water tower. He reminds himself repeatedly that everything must be going okay, because if it wasn't, he would know by now.
He also reminds himself of the intense feeling of tranquility that came over him when he felt the effects of your powers. He canβt imagine anyone not finding it euphoric β even Charles, in all of his stubbornness.
He's finishing up a cigar when you exit the water tower after what feels like an eternity. He immediately stubs it out, remembering how you used to tease him about getting cancer if he didnβt stop smoking.
It wouldnβt surprise him if that was an actual possibility for him these days.
βHowβd it go?β he greets you. He tries to keep his voice neutral β doesnβt want to make it obvious how anxious heβs been for the last hour. βDid he do okay?β
βI guess we wonβt really know until he either has a seizure orβ¦ doesnβt,β you sigh. βHe did surprisingly well. But the damage that the Alzheimerβs has done to his brain is widespread. I doubt thereβs much reversing it. My goals are to reduce the severity and frequency of the seizures and to stop the damage from progressing any further.β
The two of you walk side by side back to the smelting plant, where Logan opens the door for you.
βSo that means that I might be staying here for quite some time.β
You ease past him through the small doorframe, your chest grazing against him ever so slightly. The familiar light scent of vanilla and honey lingers after youβre walking away.
Were you just smirking at him or is he hallucinating?
Scratch that, were you just flirting with him?
βI think I can find a way to be okay with that.β
He didnβt expect you to go back to Colorado anytime too soon, given how much you packed β and the fact that your fucking Christmas tree sits in the common area β but he can't ignore that hearing you imply that you have no intention of leaving in the immediate future brings him more comfort than it probably should.
With your back turned to him as you open the refrigerator, heβs unable to see your expression, but he hears you hum in response β a sound somewhere between amusement and contentment.
βBut if I'm going to be staying here for any amount of time, the food situation is going to have to improve. How do you live like this?β
He sighs, remembering the current state of the fridge and cabinets. He ended up settling on an overripe banana for breakfast. He normally reserves grocery shopping for his off days β Mondays or Tuesdays β but those days had been occupied with traveling to and from Colorado this week.
βIβve got some errands to run today,β he starts, feeling an inkling of nervousness settle in the pit of his stomach. βGet some groceries and refills on Charlesβ medicationsβ¦ if you wanted to come with me.β
He tells himself that he invites you because it just makes sense β of course you need to familiarize yourself with the area that you're going to be living in, even if it's just temporary. It's important to know where the closest grocery store, and gas station, and pharmacy is.
And it also just makes sense that he would be the one who to show you around. Charles can't even go to the bathroom by himself and Caliban is allergic to the sun.
That's what he tells himself, anyway.
βI could be persuaded to go with you,β you drawl. βIfβ¦β You trail off, leaving Logan to look at you with a cocked brow.
βIf you let me ride in the backseat of your limousine?β
β’β’β’β’β’β’
βWell? Was it everything you thought it would be?β
Logan sits directly across from you in a small booth at a mom-and-pop diner. Itβs nearly noon and you had yet to eat today, so Logan made the last minute decision to pull into the restaurantβs parking lot after acquiring Charlesβ medications.
βWhat?β you question as you swallow a mouthful of chocolate chip pancakes. It may not be breakfast time anymore, but he knew you would appreciate the fact that this place serves all day breakfast.
βBeing chauffeured around in a limousine.β
βFor some reason the limo smelled like a Christmas tree farm exploded in it,β you say nonchalantly. βBut the driver insisted on taking me out for all you can eat pancakes so Iβm still going to leave him a good review.β
βIβm sure he had a perfectly good reason for his limo smelling like that,β he retorts in mock defense. βBut he probably should try to take care of that before he goes back to work tonight,β he adds, making a mental note to pick up some air freshener at the store.
A cheeky grin spreads across your face. You look like youβre about give him some kind of smart remark when the waitress walks over to the booth with a steaming pot of coffee.
βGood to see you in here with someone for a change,β the older woman, who Logan knows is named Lucille without having to look at her name tag, remarks as she tops off both of your mugs. βDid you finally take my advice?β She asks Logan.
βEvery time he comes in here I tell him that he needs to get on one of those dating apps,β she says to you before he can answer.
You immediately cover your mouth to keep from spewing your coffee across the table.
Loganβs face heats up by ten degrees. He should have known better than to trust Lucille to be able to read the room.
βNo,β he snaps. βI have not downloaded Tinder. Or Bumble, or Hinge. Maybe you should give them a try and stop worrying about my love life.β
He shoos her away, but she just cackles and slaps him on the shoulder.
βHoney, Iβve been married for forty-five years.β
βOh yeah? Whereβs your ring?β He asks, nodding towards her naked ring finger.
βWeβre not allowed to wear jewelry on the clock, Nosey Nelly,β she jabs back. You sit silently, watching the interaction with pursed lips to keep from laughing.
βNosey Nelly,β Logan grumbles under his breath as he fishes his wallet out of his pants pocket. He pulls out his debit card and slaps it into her palm.
You finally release a snort of laughter when Lucille waddles away.
βI take it thatβs your best friend?β
βBelieve it or not, sheβs an improvement from Caliban.β
The two of you finish your meal with easy flowing conversation. You tell him what led you to Colorado, and about how you worked part time at a veterinarianβs office and part time at a bookstore. He tells you about some of the drunk, unhinged customers that he's had in his limousine lately.
Itβs easy for him to forget that less than forty-eight hours ago, he hadnβt seen you in over a year.
Before your lives were irrevocably altered, you had been one of the closest friends he had ever had. One of the most important people in his life. Sitting across from you now, itβs too easy for him to remember why that was.
β’β’β’β’β’β’
Loganβs reluctant to go to work tonight.
And itβs not just because he fucking hates his job and isnβt in the mood to tolerate the bachelor party currently occupying his backseat.
To an extent, heβs always nervous to go to work. He works night shifts because Charles sleeps at night, and is therefore less likely to be triggered into a seizure during the nighttime hours. Itβs the safest time for Logan to be away.
It hasnβt happened before, but that doesnβt mean it couldnβt. And with you now at the smelting plant, he worries about it happening while heβs away even more than he typically would.
He arrives at the strip club that the groom had requested he drive to and parks. They all drunkenly stagger out of the back of the vehicle, leaving Logan to relish in the silence after the door slams shut.
He pulls his phone from his coat pocket and sees that he has no messages.
Heβd told you to text him if you needed anything, so itβs a good thing that you havenβt, right?
Itβs just before midnight, so you're most likely asleep. The lack of a text is probably not anything as drastic as the conclusions that his brain is jumping to.
Still, he can't stop his fingers as he types out a message and hits send.
Howβs the new bed?
After your brunch date β Lucille's words, not his β the two of you bought enough groceries to feed four people for a week and then went to the only furniture store in town to find you an upgrade from the fold out cot that they'd happened to have on hand when you arrived.
His phone dings just a minute later. He releases the breath heβd been holding before even reading your response.
Itβs a major improvement. You were right - not too soft, not too firm. Though it feels a whole lot bigger than it did in the store.
He reads over the text at least five times and thinks back to your time in the mattress store earlier that day.
The first couple mattresses you tested out were too soft, the next few too firm. Logan didnβt mind that you were being indecisive β really. He was secretly relieved to have an excuse to spend more time with you, away from Caliban and Charles.
He laid down on a mattress that you hadnβt checked out yet and instantly thought that it was significantly better than his personal mattress at the smelting plant.
βWhat about this one?β He asks, patting the empty space next to him on the queen sized bed. You walk over to the opposite side of the bed and crawl in beside him. With your arms down at your sides, one rests against his. The mattress is more than big enough for you, but with him next to you, itβs a cozy fit.
He types: Is that a good thing or a bad thing? and presses send before he can overthink it. His screen shows that you read the message right away, and he canβt help but imagine the smirk on your face as you lay tucked beneath the covers.
The words βWhat do you think?β appear on his screen.
He thinks he feels like a fucking teenager with the way that a few harmless, borderline flirtatious text messages from you has him imagining what it would be like to really share the bed with you.
His jeans begin to feel uncomfortably tight. He clicks the phone off and tosses it in the empty passenger seat beside him, before he says something that crosses a line that he canβt uncross.
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The relief that your powers had provided Logan had been blissful but short-lived.
By the time he gets home from work at around four in the morning, his back pain has returned with a vengeance.
Everyone is asleep when he gets in, of course. He hobbles to his room as quietly as he can. Caliban and Charles are in the water tower, but he doesnβt want to wake you up. He hopes that by the time that youβre both awake later today, the pain will have subsided in his sleep.
Two hours after he lies down, he realizes that sleeping it off is an impossibility with the amount of discomfort heβs in. Heβs done nothing but toss and turn in a futile attempt to find a comfortable sleeping position, the extra strength ibuprofen and his heating pad only doing so much to ease the stabbing sensation at the base of his spine.
He knows the answer to his problem is just down the hallway.
But it's early β the sun is just now starting to rise and he has yet to hear you stir from your room. He can't bring himself to wake you up over some back pain, knowing that you'll need to use your powers to help Charles soon.
He sits up with a deep groan, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. If he already can't sleep, he may as well make something to eat and settle the rumbling in his stomach.
Taking slow, short strides, he walks back down the hallway to the kitchen as quietly as he can manage.
He comes to a halt when he sees your door open, your head popping out from around the frame.
βCanβt sleep?β You ask, your voice huskier than normal with sleep.
βHowβd you guess?β
You step into the hallway, still in a pair of plaid sleep pants and an oversized crewneck.
βYour bed creaks every time you move.β You cross your arms over your chest, standing less than half a foot away from him. Thereβs evident concern on your face when you take in his stiff posture. βThis place has thin walls.β
βSorry to keep you awake.β He looks down at the ground, embarrassed. βIβll stay in the living rooββ
βDonβt be silly,β you stop him. You grab his hand in yours and begin to pull him back in the direction of his bedroom.
He thinks about protesting β part of him wants to tell you that you shouldnβt bother. He thinks he should tell you that he appreciates it, but heβs a lost cause, and the relief will only be temporary.
But your hand is too warm and your skin is too soft and in the end, he isnβt strong enough to deny himself the feeling of your touch, so he letβs you lead the way to his bed.
You drop his hand to position yourself on one side of the bed. You donβt get underneath the comforter, but you do pull it back on his side so that he can crawl beneath it.
His isnβt quite as big as your new bed β itβs only a full size mattress, so itβs even more cramped than when the two of you laid on the mattress in the store yesterday, but he isnβt complaining.
It's unchartered territory for you two, this type of intimacy. He doesnβt remember the last time he shared a bed with anyone, but if thereβs one person on the planet that he trusts enough to allow next to him in such a vulnerable state, itβs you.
βLay however is most comfortable for you,β you instruct him gently.
He maneuvers onto his side, facing you. You copy his position, your faces inches away from each otherβs on a shared pillow.
βNow close your eyes,β you whisper.
He does as you ask, and then feels your palm rest against the thick stubble of his jaw. Your thumb grazes across the skin of his cheekbone. He melts into your touch before youβve even started using your powers.
βIs this okay?β you murmur.
βMm-hmm,β he sighs against your hand. βCould just lay like this for a while and Iβd probably fall asleep. Donβt even need to use your powers.β
You snort and run the tips of your fingers through his beard.
βHow about I do both? That okay?β
He nods, too tired to think about stopping you.
He falls asleep to the soft hum of your powers within minutes, and dreams of the color purple.
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Over the next few weeks, everyone falls into a comfortable routine.
You continue to work with Charles for an hour in the mornings and then again in the evenings. Your powers help him more than Logan ever could have hoped for. Not only is this the longest heβs gone without having a seizure in months, but heβs also increasingly lucid and alert, and more like his old, spunky self than ever.
Most weeknights you cook dinner for everyone, and Tuesdays become the day that you join Logan in going to town for a weekly grocery restock and brunch at the same diner that he first took you to a few weeks ago.
He tries not to make it too obvious, but it quickly becomes one of the best parts of his week β even with Lucilleβs relentless teasing about how thereβs βno way youβre just friendsβ and Logan would be βthe biggest idiot on the planet to not lock you downβ.
Neither of you ever put much energy into disagreeing with her.
The other best parts of his week occur early in the mornings, before daylight breaks and Charles and Caliban are still sound asleep. He gets home from work and you move from your bed and into his, relieving him of any physical discomfort he could be experiencing from hours of driving around and lulling him to sleep.
The first few nights, heβd wake hours later to find that you had escaped back to your own room after heβd fallen asleep. Then, one morning, when he woke up, he opened his eyes to find your face resting against his shoulder.
You stopped bothering to go back to your own room after that.
This evening β Christmas eve β Logan sits on his bed and stares at the gift that heβd gotten you while you finish preparing the dinner that youβd been working on for the last few hours.
He feels silly. There hadnβt been any discussion on getting each other gifts and he worries that itβll make you feel weird.
Itβs an espresso machine β nothing too fancy, but itβll get the job done. You had recently mentioned how much you miss the espresso machine that you had in Colorado. The house you had been renting came furnished, which included an espresso machine that you were unable to bring with you to Mexico.
He stopped by a Target before work a couple nights ago and picked it out. To top off how silly he feels, heβd completely forgotten to buy wrapping paper or even a gift bag, so heβll just be handing it to you as is.
βDinner is almost ready!β He hears your voice call from the kitchen.
The smell of honey glazed ham and fresh rolls wafts down the hallway. He places the box containing the espresso machine on the floor beside his bed, planning to give it to you after Charles and Caliban go to bed in a few hours.
When he rejoins everyone in the common area, Charles is watching Home Alone and Caliban is gathering plates and silverware for everyone while you remove a large dish of baked mac and cheese from the oven.
βSmells great,β Logan compliments as he grabs a beer out of the fridge. βAnything I can help with?β he asks, as if you hadnβt all but shooed him out of the kitchen just an hour ago.
You place the casserole dish on a trivet before grabbing one of the plates that Caliban had set out.
βYes, actually,β you say, surprising him. You hand him the plate with a small smirk. βYou can make Charles a plate.β
βOh, can I?β He takes a step closer to you, taking the plate and grinning down at you. βAre you sure you trust me to do that?β
βHey, itβs not my fault that youβve been alive two hundred years and havenβt taken the time to learn to cook.β
βWell, I guess I'll just have to have you teach me-"
βWould you two stop flirting and get me some ham?β Charles voice booms over the television and silences you both.
Logan notices you purse your lips to keep from smiling as you turn your attention back to the spread of food across the dining room table.
Soon, youβre all four sat around the dining room table with plates piled high with traditional holiday dishes. Logan is halfway through clearing his plate when Charles clears his throat to speak.
βThis is wonderful,β he directs at you. βThank you very much. You know, this all feels very familiar to meβ¦β he trails off, glancing between you and Logan from across the table. The smile on his face fades, and in itβs place appears an expression of confusion.
From the corner of his eye, Logan sees your grip on your fork tighten.
βThank you, Charles,β you tell him. You try to sound cheerful, but Logan doesnβt miss the nervous edge to your voice. He knows that youβre noticing the same thing as him. βIβm glad youβre enjoying it.β
βYes, these candied sweet potatoes are delicious,β Caliban interjects in an obvious attempt to maintain easy conversation. βYou'll have to give me your recββ
βThis feels so familiar,β Charles repeats and all three of you go silent.
In his gut, Logan fears that he knows what is coming. It always starts this way. One minute, everything will be perfect. The next, something triggers a memory, or a feeling, and Charles is hit with the weight of the past β with the weight of the trauma that his brain normally blocks out.
βThis feels likeβ¦ how Christmas used to feel. When weβd have dinner at the.. at the mansion. With all of our friends before I.. before I killed themββ
βCharles,β Logan says firmly, but Charles continues to stare into space. βIt wasn't your fault. Okay? Let's enjoy this nice dinner. Do you want some more green beansββ
But heβs unable to finish his sentence before it begins. The exact thing heβs been the most terrified of since you arrived here weeks ago.
Across from him, Caliban's face is frozen in agony. Beside him, your mouth is open as if to scream, but no sound comes out. Every one around him is still, and his body suddenly feels a few hundred pounds heavier.
It's been weeks since Charlesβ last seizure, but Logan knew it was too good to be true β knew that it was bound to happen again eventually. He'd planned for this, knowing the effects of the psionic energy would hurt you as they do Caliban.
Logan forces himself into a standing position by pushing off of the dining room table, and then takes as big of steps as he possibly can to get to the opposite side, where Caliban and Charles sit.
He ignores the blinding nerve pain all over his body, he ignores the intense ringing in his ears, he ignores the way it feels as if all of the air has been ripped from his lungs and reaches down to grab the bag of medication from the compartment beneath Charlesβ wheelchair β where he's made sure to keep it, in case of this exact scenario.
Despite his shaking hands, he manages to retrieve an injection and uncap it. He jabs the tip of the needle into the flesh of Charlesβ shoulder with as much force as he can muster, then collapses to the floor beside him.
Charles releases a grief stricken groan, realizing what had happened. Logan hears both you and Caliban gasping for air.
βI'm sorry,β Charles cries. βI'm so sorry..β
Logan pulls himself off of the ground using the edge of the table and instantly turns his attention to you. Your eyes are wide and your hands are visibly shaking in your lap, but you exhale the breath you'd been holding when your eyes meet Logan's.
You push your chair back, standing and closing the distance between the two of you. Your hands grip the tops of Logan's biceps. He instinctively rests his on the sides of your stomach.
βAre you okay?β You ask, your voice wobbly and several octaves higher than normal.
βI'm fine,β he assures you delicately. βAre you okay?β
You nod, hesitantly at first and then more confidently as you take him in and seem to realize that he really is alright.
βI'm fine too,β Caliban grunts from across the table. βDonβt worry yourselves with me.β
Logan and you both quickly retract your hands, breaking the embrace. You turn your attention to Charles, who seems to be in another world.
βCharles? Are you alright?β You ask him softly.
βHm?β He hums as he glances up at you. βOh, yes. Iβm alright. I think.. I think Iβd like to go to bed now,β he murmurs. Logan, you, and Caliban all exchange glances before Logan tosses the bag of medication to Caliban.
βGive him a double dose of the suppressants and some sleep medicine,β Logan instructs him. Caliban nods wordlessly and wheels Charles away from the dining room table, towards the smelting plantβs door.
Once theyβve left the building, Logan turns to you. You look visibly shaken, and he canβt blame you. He remembers all too well how frightening the effects of the seizure was the first time he experienced it. Even with this one being relatively short lived, he knows it had to have been more painful and scary for you than it was for him.
βIβll clean all of this up, okay?β He says, gesturing towards the half eaten dinners and the pile of dirty dishes in the sink. βYou go relax. Take a shower, lay down for a whileββ
βReally, Logan. I'm okay, I promββ
βWill you do that for me?β
To his surprise, you don't object any further. You give him a small nod, and a comforting squeeze to his hand as you walk past him.
He doesn't release the sigh of both relief and frustration that heβd been holding in until he hears the shower turn on a few moments later.
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As soon as Logan finishes tidying up from dinner, he cuts two small slices of an apple pie you had baked and puts them on a plate for the two of you to share.
Your door is slightly cracked, the soft orange light from your table lamp spilling into the hallway. He knocks quietly and waits for you to tell him to come in.
Youβre in your pajamas, tucked under a blanket with a book partially obscuring your face. You do little to acknowledge his presence, so he takes a seat on the edge of your bed and places the plate of pie beside him.
The room looks significantly different than it did just a few weeks ago. In addition to the new bed, you'd also acquired a vintage dresser and an area rug that youβd found for cheap at a thrift store. You have books in piles throughout the room, one of the things that you were most adamant about bringing with you from Colorado.
βCharles is alright,β he tells you gently. βHe must have just been really tired. He didnβt nap much today. Caliban said he fell asleep really quickly after taking his medicine.β
βExcept that wasnβt why he had a seizure,β you sigh, closing your book. Logan now has a better view of your face, and the first thing he notices is that your eyes look red-rimmed and watery. You sit up straight, and he inches closer to you on the bed.
βHey, whatβs goingββ
βIt was definitely my fault that he had a seizure,β you sniffle, looking at him with defeat.
βWhat? No,β Logan shakes his head. You have a blanket draped across your lap, but Logan places his hand on your knee over top of it. βWhat makes you say that?β
βI always work with Charles for an hour in the mornings and an hour in the afternoons,β you start, frustration evident in your voice. βBut this afternoon, I cut our session short because he wasnβt really in the best mood and I wanted to get started on prep for dinner.β
You wipe underneath your eye with the sleeve of your shirt and look away from Loganβs gaze.
βSweetheart, you canβt blame yourself for this,β he assures you as he rubs slow circles on your knee with his thumb. βHe was having seizures almost every single day before you got here. Youβre not the reason he had a seizure today. But you are the reason heβs been able to go weeks without having one.β
βOkay?β He prompts when you donβt respond. You finally look him in the eye again, and offer a small nod of agreement.
He hands you the plate of apple pie, earning a small smile from you.
βWait here. Iβve got something for you,β he tells you as he stands up and begins walking towards your door.
βSomething for me?β you question, but heβs already halfway down the hallway.
He grabs the espresso machine from beside his bed and heads back to your room. He still feels nervous to give it to you, but right now heβs just hoping that it will help cheer you up.
When he re-enters your room, youβre forking a bite of pie into your mouth and freeze when you see what heβs carrying. He sits back down on the edge of the bed, still holding the box. You sit the plate of pie on your bedside table and scoot closer to him.
βLogan, you didnβt have to,β you murmur. He hands you the box and you hug it to your chest, but only look at him. He thinks your eyes are starting to look watery again. βI feel so bad. I didnβt get you anythingββ
He waves his hand in dismissal, not surprised at all by your reaction.
βI know I didnβt have to. Just wanted to. Is that okay?β
You inspect the espresso machine with a bashful grin. βThank you. I love it,β you assure him with a gentle squeeze to his hand. βI just wish I had gotten you something, too.β
βThatβs not necessary,β he says, staring down at where your hand holds his. βYou give me everything I need just by being here.β
You go still at his words with a look he canβt quite read on your face. You pull your hand away from his before placing the espresso box on the floor next to your bed. The hand that previously held his comes to cradle his face, your thumb grazing along his cheekbone. He turns his head ever so slightly to the side so that his lips graze against your palm. He kisses the skin once, then twice, and your eyes flutter closed.
His heightened senses donβt miss the way your heart rate picks up, or the way that you hold your breath as his lips linger on your skin.
βWhat are you thinking about?β He murmurs into the side of your hand. You open your eyes, your pupils dilated.
βSame thing Iβve been thinking about for years now,β you whisper as you lean forward, pulling his face to you.
You capture his lips in yours, opening up for him without hesitation. He slips his tongue into your mouth, the sensation simultaneously feeling brand new and like youβve done this dance a hundred times before.
He scoots further back onto the mattress, away from the edge. He pulls you with him, guiding you onto his lap. You straddle him, his hands resting on your lower back. You fist your hands around the fabric of his flannel, pulling him flush against you.
It's years of pent up desire and longing that you pour into each other. You drag your teeth along the swell of his bottom lip and he groans into your mouth, resisting the urge to buck his hips up against your center.
He knew you looked sweet, smelled sweet β but never would he have guessed that youβd taste even sweeter. Even if it werenβt for the faint hint of cinnamon and apples from the pie youβd nibbled on, heβd think you were the sweetest thing heβs ever tasted.
You grind down against the uncomfortable bulge contained by his jeans and whimper β the prettiest sound heβs ever fucking heard and he hasnβt even touched you yet. You pull back, your chest heaving from lack of air.
βWhy didnβt we do that years ago?β you ask breathlessly. He reaches up to your face, tucking some stray hairs behind your ear.
βBecause Iβm a fucking idiot,β he answers quickly. His eyes lock on your kiss swollen lips and he thinks youβve never looked prettier than you do right now β staring down at him with puffy lips wet with his kiss. βBut now that Iβve kissed you, Iβm not gonna stop. Gonna kiss you for as long as youβll let me.β
And to prove his point, he starts trailing wet, open mouth kisses along your jaw and down your throat. You throw your head back, giving him unhindered access to the skin of your neck. He alternates between kissing and nipping the tender flesh, leaving a damp trail across your skin.
You grab at the hem of your shirt and Logan pulls away to allow you to tug it over your head. Youβre left naked from the waist up and Logan is left feeling like his cock is going to break through the zipper of his jeans.
With your tits directly in front of his face, he latches his mouth to one nipple and palms the other in his hand. You rock yourself against his erection, chasing the relief that the friction provides you.
βLogan,β you pant from above him. βPleaseββ
He pulls his mouth away from you with a wet pop, leaving your nipple glistening and taut.
βTell me what you want, honey.β
You let out a low whimper at the pet name and drag your fingers through his hair. He toys with the waistband of your pajamas pants, popping the elastic band lightly against your skin.
βYour mouth,β you say, the words somewhere between a whine and a plea. βI wanna feel your mouth on me.β
He groans at the bluntness of your words. Hearing you say that you want his mouth on you has his cock throbbing in his pants.
βYeah?β He taunts as he maneuvers you off of his lap. He quickly tugs his own shirt over his head and tosses it somewhere behind him. Your eyes trail down the expanse of his chest, your mouth slightly agape.
He tilts your head so that youβre looking at his face again and tugs at your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.
In that moment, he hopes you never stop looking at him like that.
βYou gonna sit on my face?β
You nod, eagerly. You push your pajama pants down past your ass and thighs, and Logan helps pull them the rest of the way over your calves and ankles. You lean forward, reaching for the waistline of his jeans and fumbling with the button until it pops open.
He sees you completely naked before him and his brain goes momentarily blank. He canβt believe he actually gets to see you like this β bare for him and more perfect than he ever could have envisioned.
And believe him, he had tried. Nothing could have prepared him for how it actually feels to see you, touch you, taste you after years of yearning for you.
βLay down for me?β You ask with a small laugh, snapping him out of his trance. He does as you ask, placing his head on one of your pillows.
You straddle his chest, your back to his face. He helps you inch backwards until your pussy hovers directly over his mouth. He pauses for a moment, spreading your thighs apart with his hands to give him a clear view of your already dripping cunt before yanking you the rest of the way down to his mouth.
You moan as soon as his tongue slides through your wet folds, bracing your hands on the defined planes of his chest. The sweet and salty tang of you fills his mouth and he has to resist moaning goddamn, I love you into your cunt.
He could get drunk off of the flavor of you.
You grind yourself against his face, your juices coating his beard and your inner thighs. Heβs so focused on working you with his lips and tongue that he doesnβt even notice you pushing his jeans and boxers down until he feels his cock spring back and slap his lower belly.
βFuck,β you moan at the sight of him. You pump him in your hand, smearing the pre-cum from his slit down his shaft. βYou're so big. I donβt know how youβll fit inside me.β
He hears you spit, then feels it drip across his tip. You smear the warm wetness down his length and press a kiss to the side of his cock before taking him in your mouth. The head nudges against the back of his throat before you pull back, then ease back in, slow and deep.
Heβs always loved your lips, but right now heβs doesnβt think he could ever love them more. He wants to watch as you hollow your cheeks and bob your head along his length, but thatβs going to have to wait for another time.
Right now, heβs right where he wants to be. He has your swollen clit locked between his lips, sucking on it to the point that your legs quiver around his head. You lean forward, pressing your chest against his stomach as you run your tongue down the entirety of his cock and stroke him in your hand.
βIβve waited so long to taste you,β he grunts from beneath you. The vibrations of his voice making your pussy clench around the finger that he teases your hole. βThis cuntβs so fuckinβ sweet.β
He eases his index finger past your entrance, your walls constricting around the digit. βAnd so fuckinβ tight,β he adds, pumping in and out of you as you begin to move forwards, then backwards, up, and then down β grinding against his finger.
βLogan, I'm gonna cum,β you cry and it makes his balls tighten. He feels it β the way you gush around his finger and the way your legs clench around his head.
You ride out your orgasm above him, and then collapses against his chest. Your skin is sticky with sweat against his, despite the fact that the current cold front has the smelting plant colder than normal tonight.
You roll off of him, falling onto the mattress next to him. Your slick glistens on your thighs in the soft glow of your lamplight. It's one of the most beautiful things he's ever seen, he thinks. You fucked out and delirious from your climax.
But he thinks he might fucking die if he has to spend one more second of his abnormally long life not knowing how it feels to be buried inside you.
He helps pull you into a sitting position, and then lays you down in his place. Your tits heave as you try to regain control of your breathing. He's on his knees, fisting himself in his hand as he nudges your knees open. Your eyes are locked on his cock, a look of half excitement and half terror.
βYou can take it, honey. I know you can,β he coos.
He slaps the tip against your clit, then glides it up and down your wet length. Not entering you quite yet, but coating himself in your slick. He looks down at himself next to your pretty, wet cunt and imagines how itβll be to see it sliding in and out of you.
βJust been a while, thatβs all,β you say, pulling him down to the by the back of the neck. He lines himself up at your entrance, nudging just the tip in. Even thatβs a stretch for you, he can tell by the way your mouth forms an O shape.
He goes still for a moment β for your sake, but for his own, as well. He has to adjust to the warm tightness of your pussy before he trusts himself to go any deeper.
βI know, baby. Been a while for me too. Been waiting for you for a long time.β
He slates his lips over yours, kissing you messy and deep as he slowly sheaths himself inside you. He stills again once heβs buried to the hilt, and breaks the kiss to look down at you.
βYou okay?β He murmurs. He props himself up on one forearm by your head, and brings his free hand to roll one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
You give him another eager nod, and wrap your legs securely around his hips, hooking your ankles together just below his ass.
βMm-hmm,β you sigh. βNeed you to move now, Logan.β
With his cock throbbing inside you, he doesnβt make you tell him twice. His length drags along the soft, spongy interior of your walls as he pulls out and eases back in. He gives you a few languid, slow strokes to accommodate the newfound stretch before it's hard for him to hold back.
He gets lost in it all β in the wet, tight heat of your cunt, in the sounds that your bodies make as he repeatedly snaps into you, in every expression on your face and every noise that slips past your lips.
You snake your arms around his abdomen, your hands coming to rest on his lower back.
βH-howβs your back?β You stammer out as he continues to piston his hips forward.
βI've never been better,β Logan grunts, resting his sweat slicked forehead against yours.
It's the truth. Heβs never felt better than he does right now, between your legs β even if he is feeling this in his back. He'll deal with any and all repercussions later, once he's felt you cum around his cock while you cry his name.
You smile up at him as if to say wanna bet?
You flatten your hands across his skin at the base of his spine, and he doesnβt have to be able to see it to know what you're doing. He's experienced the effects of your powers enough by now to recognize them instantly β the low vibration they emit and the immediate warmth that spreads throughout his body.
βGonna make me cum, honey,β he warns you. βFeels too good.β He feels your walls constrict around him when he calls you honey.
βKiss me and Iβll cum with you,β you tell him in a breathy voice that he could listen to talk in all fucking night.
He kisses you again, this time more hurried than anytime before as he chases both of your releases. He spills into you with a deep groan as your cunt spasms around him. You moan his name into his mouth until he stills inside you, the last ropes of his cum filling you up.
He isnβt sure how long the two of you stay like that β with him still tucked inside you, laying pressed against you with his face nuzzling the crook of your neck. You trail your fingers up and down his spine, the sensation the only thing grounding him to reality in his post orgasm haze.
Finally, he pulls back enough to look down at you.
βStay here,β he says earnestly. βStay with me. Don't go back to Colorado. One day, weβll go anywhere you want to. Just the two of us. But right now, please stayββ
βLogan,β you shush him gently. βI wasnβt planning on going back to Colorado. Or anywhere without you.β
He exhales, and kisses you on the forehead before finally pulling out of you and plopping down beside you. He tucks you between his chest and his arm, your head resting just above his heart.
βYou know, this new bed of yours is a whole lot comfier than mine,β he comments casually.
βHmm,β you hum and tilt your head to look up at him. βYou should probably sleep here tonight. For your back, of course.β
He laughs, sleep threatening to overtake him at any second. He presses a lazy kiss to your forehead.
βI'm not going anywhere without you, honey.β
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requested: Could I request a Carlos smau where another driver breaks your heart and heβs there to pick up the pieces and make you whole again? Please and thank you β€οΈ
cw: cheating, bad guy charles, mentions of unwell family members, cursing
a/n: charles and alex i love u guys i promise this is just for the au <3
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f1gossip Trouble in paradise for Charles and Y/N? Charles Leclerc was spotted on a long walk on one of Monaco's more secluded islands with a mysterious brunette and his and Y/N's dog, Leo, this weekend. Sources say the pair were often looking to see if there were cameras around, the two of them giggling as they held hands and played with the puppy. Y/N L/N, Charles girlfriend of 2 years, is currently said to be on a trip home to see family, we wonder if the two have broken up or if Charles is back to his old ways?
fan f1gossip tagging charles is so shady i love it
fan when i catch you charles
fan no bc remember when a fan said they met y/n in her hometown and she was visiting her gran bc she's not doing too good? charles u fuckin suck bro β³ fan wtf really???? oh i hope his tyres stick to the road next race β³ fan kmag you know what you need to do β³ fan we put our hopes and prayers in the paddock terror ππ
fan ok but the girls gorgeous β³ fan THAT'S YOUR TAKEAWAY FROM THIS? β³ fan im just saying damn
fan this is not what i meant when i said i wanted silly season to get more interesting
fan *looks around* wow i'm so surprised... not like charles has a bad rep with women or anything
fan i hope y/ns ok... my heart is hurting for her β³ fan the paddock adore her, charles has got a big storm coming next week
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y/npriv my gran is doing so much better (nothing can keep the old girl down), my hometown is still as gorgeous as always and my sister got me a cake :)
kellypiquet my girl :((( i'm so happy your grans ok π€ β³ y/npriv thank u kelly bear π€ β³ kellypiquet did i have to physically hold max back from going after he who shall not be named?? yes... did i consider letting go?? very much so β³ y/npriv ππ hes not voldemort babe π you should have just let him go β³ kellypiquet now is that really how you feel? β³ y/npriv ... no but i wish i did β³ maxverstappen1 she has to go to sleep at some point, then i shall be free β³ y/npriv thats so ominous you strange creature (i appreciate you)
carmenmmundt me and george have been keeping your gran in our prayers angel π©· β³ y/npriv i love you carm π©· β³ georgerussell63 and me? β³ y/npriv i tolerate you :)
flavy.barla esteban nearly joined max β³ y/npriv love him dearly but este's about as intimidating as a teddy bear β³ estebanocon ?? hey??? β³ y/npriv sorry king xo there's a reason your nicknames estie bestie β³ estebanocon let it DIEEEEE β³ y/npriv never π«Ά
schecoperez I am glad your gran is ok, y/n. Let me or Carola know if you need anything x β³ y/npriv thank you checo :( give the little ones and carola a big hug from me x β₯οΈ schecoperez
lilyzneimer he shall d word at my hands β³ y/npriv i fuckin love you lily
lewishamilton he will never know peace next year. β³ lewishamilton i am however happy to hear your gran is well x β³ y/npriv lewis π thank you x
francisca.c.gomes pierre has been shouting at Him on the phone for like an hour... β³ y/npriv π ... what are they saying β³ francisca.c.gomes a lot of french and things i don't want delicate eyes (yuki) to read... β³ y/npriv pierre i appreciate you β³ pierregasly i'm gonna kill him β³ y/npriv ok maybe tone it down frenchie
lilymhe alex is setting his zoo on him β³ y/npriv that's how you know it's serious wow β³ alex_albon tinky's gonna boot him in the head
sebastianvettel i am very glad to hear your gran is ok, y/n, sending her and you all my love x β³ y/npriv thank you seb :( miss you x β³ sebastianvettel come and see us soon! the kids miss you x β³ y/npriv you got it! x
danielricciardo he's a cunt β³ danielricciardo and i don't mean that in a nice aussie way β³ y/npriv DANIEL β³ oscarpiastri no he's right, in the nasty aussie way, he's a cunt β³ y/npriv oscar i did not raise you to talk like this β³ oscarpiastri we are literally like 4 years apart in age... β³ y/npriv kicking a girl when she's down WOW oscar β³ oscarpiastri ... i am sorry mother dearest β³ y/npriv that's better
carlossainz55 hermosa, he may be il predestinato but to me he is carne morta (dead meat) β³ y/npriv carlos π β³ carlossainz55 also i'm glad to know your gran is well, send her my love β³ y/npriv she already fancies you enough as it is β³ carlossainz55 my plan is working :) β³ y/npriv what plan? are you seducing my family members??? hiding my mum as we speak β³ carlossainz55 something like that ;)
yukitsunoda0511 happy to see your gran is ok! and i am sorry about the other thing :((((( β³ y/npriv yuki my angel you have nothing to be sorry about
kevinmagnussen i know what i have to do β³ y/npriv kevin NO you're like 2 points away from a race ban!! β³ kevinmagnussen worth it :) β³ y/npriv nicohulkenburg pls talk some sense into your teammate β³ nicohulkenburg unfortunately y/n i too will be joining kevin in his "defense" β³ y/npriv haas i am so sorry
landonorris i may have done a thing... β³ y/npriv i am terrified... β³ landonorris i'll text you :)
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y/nstagram angel baby, dumb and dumber and my girls π©·
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carlossainz55 ... am i dumb or dumber β³ y/nstagram do you really want to know? π€¨ β³ carlossainz55 for my own sanity im saying i'm dumb β³ landonorris why am i dumber????? β³ carlossainz55 do you really want to know? π€¨
carmenmmundt don't forget about lunch today xx β³ y/nstagram been looking forward to it since i boarded the plane π«Ά
landonorris you're welcome for the lift and the room btw π β³ y/nstagram my saviour xx β³ landonorris and for stealing leo for you β³ y/nstagram I NEVER ASKED YOU TO STEAL HIM???? π β³ landonorris well i did because i'm an amazing friend and am willing to sacrifice all my bloody furniture β³ y/nstagram you leave the baby alone, he was probably stressed :(
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(estrellita - little star) (uy, quΓ©carechimba - ugh, that dickhead)
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y/nstagram did y'all think i would miss the first race week?? ft dumber and roomie x
fan mother has returned!!!!! β₯οΈ y/nstagram
fan if looks could kill, carlos would be six feet under ... charles was FUMING β³ fan given the way his girly hid when y/n appeared i would say he has no right to be mad at all β³ fan if the girl i cheated on rocked up to my teammates garage whilst i was with my side piece i quite frankly would walk onto the track midrace β³ fan how do we know charles cheated? they've not said anything β³ fan exactly. if they had been broken up surely they would have put out some sort of announcement to clear things up ????
scuderiaferrari always good to see you in red, y/n β€οΈ β³ y/nstagram FORZA FERRARI SEMPRE!!!!!! ππππππ
carlossainz55 i hate this new nickname β³ y/nstagram what else should i call you? β³ carlossainz55 yours β³ fan CARLOS I SAW THAT????????
landonorris i have been demoted from bestie to roomie... this is the thanks i get... β³ y/nstagram thanks roomie xx btw bins go out on tuesday :)
lewishamilton now you're free of your ferrari obligations, you should come across to mercedes next time ;) β³ mercedesamgf1 we would love to see you over here y/n! β³ mclaren um no us next?? β³ alpinef1team no us!!! β³ redbullracing come to the winning team :) β³ scuderiaferrari y/n will always be a ferrari girl, back OFF π€Ίπ€Ίπ€Ί β₯οΈ carlossainz55
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y/npriv that bitchass man... idk how he thought he was gonna spin that story but not on my watch
oscarpiastri did you really have to use my meme though? β³ y/npriv yes it was funny and otherwise i was gonna call him a cheating lying bastard on main so π€·π»ββοΈ β³ oscarpiastri understandable, please continue
danielricciardo lando was laughing so hard i think he bust a rib β³ landonorris it still hurts to breathe but holy shit y/n i love u β³ y/npriv love u too stink :) also don't forget to pick up leo's food from the shops β³ landonorris you do know you can text me this stuff? β³ y/npriv yeah but reminding everyone we're roomies is funny to me
maxverstappen1 walked past ferrari hospitality and fred was PISSED β³ y/npriv ππ carlossainz55 can you confirm? β³ carlossainz55 oh, absolutely... i was worried he was going to have a heart attack or something
francisca.c.gomes ok but did he not even think to talk to you first before posting that? it's literally been months β³ y/npriv apparently not π texted him about it and suddenly he was sorry β³ francisca.c.gomes men π β³ pierregasly ???? β³ francisca.c.gomes i stand by what i said β³ y/npriv yeah is there a problem gasly? β³ pierregasly no problem at all ma'am, as you were
scuderiaferrari we had no knowledge charles was going to post that. we love you y/n β³ danielricciardo FERRARI? why are you on y/ns priv? β³ y/npriv me and the social media intern are besties xx
carlossainz55 estrellita, lets go for dinner, you deserve it β³ y/npriv π are you paying? β³ carlossainz55 of course, i am a gentleman β³ y/npriv pick me up in an hour :)
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f1gossip Carlos Sainz and Y/N L/N were spotted at dinner last night. The two enjoyed a meal before taking a stroll along the Monaco pier front where, as pictured, the pair were in high spirits. We're happy to see Y/N looking so happy following the revelation that her ex-boyfriend, and Carlos' current F1 teammate, had cheated on her. The two were then joined by Y/N's current roommate and F1 driver, Lando Norris, who then whisked them off to a local nightclub. We continue to send Y/N our support and hope to see more of her happy side.
fan i don't think i've ever seen y/n laugh like that, we love to see it
fan this coupled with the photos of charles and his girly arguing in the paddock π€οΏ½οΏ½ we know who won the breakup
fan why do i kinda think carlos and y/n would be cute together β³ fan woah, she's only been broken up with charles for a few months and under really shitty circumstances, she needs time to heal β³ fan ofc ofc!!! i just mean when she's over ch*rles, the two would make a really good couple
fan happy y/n and happy carlos, my two favourite things β€οΈ
fan y/ncarlos fans we rise!!! β³ fan he would treat her so right β³ fan the entire time she dated That Man, carlos has always been so nice to her, i wonder if he secretly fancied her all along π β³ fan or maybe he's just a good guy β³ fan that too π€·π»ββοΈ
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carlossainz55 swipe across to see me and oomf Another Carlando podium! We know what you guys wanna see and we love to deliver! The car drove like a dream today, shame we couldn't get more points but it's always nice to celebrate a great race with some champagne showers!
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fan WHO TAUGHT CARLOS WHAT OOMF WAS??? β³ fan either lando or y/n 100% π
fan CARLANDO PODIUM!!!!!!!!! WE DREAM OF DAYS LIKE THIS
y/nstagram FORZA FERRARI SEMPRE !!! ππππ congrats winner π₯³ β³ carlossainz55 i think i was right when i said you would be my good luck charm π β₯οΈ y/nstagram β³ fan oh they're so sick for this β³ fan y/ncarlos'ers we're so winning
charles_leclerc congrats β³ fan ik for a fact he was forced to comment
landonorris carlando are back baby!! β³ landonorris also cant believe im either oomf or roomie... β³ y/nstagram stop leaving your smelly socks in the bathroom and maybe i'll change the nickname β³ landonorris oh that was mean
fan "shame we couldn't get more points" carlos you shady shady man
fan who else cheered when kmag pulled through and took * out of the race
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y/npriv oh we eating good tonight
kellypiquet i'm sure we are π β³ y/npriv KELLY???
landonorris carlos is so sexy β³ y/npriv real β³ landonorris back off my man??? β³ carlossainz55 i'm gonna hold your hand when i say this lando... β³ landonorris WOOOOOOW.... i see how it is carlos
carlossainz55 gorgeous as always β³ y/npriv you can't even see my face in that photo carlos π€£ β³ carlossainz55 don't need to see you to know you're gorgeous β³ maxverstappen1 i hate to say it but that was smooth β³ danielricciardo they don't call him the smooth operator for no reason
scuderiaferrari power (soon to be (fingers crossed)) couple β³ carlossainz55 π β³ y/npriv not from the main acc damn
francisca.c.gomes need you biblically β³ y/npriv come here then babe xx β³ flavy.barla lemme join β³ y/npriv i got two hands babygirl β³ oscarpiastri estebanocon pierregasly you gonna let her snatch both your girls? β³ estebanocon unfortunately there was a clause when they agreed to date us and it was that y/n is wifey, we are simply the Others β³ pierregasly ^^
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y/npriv decided to put him out of his misery :)
carlossainz55 and who is that sexy man? β³ y/npriv idk but he keeps speaking spanish to me even though he knows i dont understand it π β³ carlossainz55 but do you like it? π β³ y/npriv i think you know i do x
francisca.c.gomes AND YOU DIDNT UPDATE THE GROUPCHAT??????? β³ lilymhe FR!!!! I LITERALLY SAID TELL US AFTER YOU KISS HIM β³ y/npriv SHUT UP RN β³ carlossainz55 no do go on β³ lilymhe what happens in the y/n gf's gc, stays in the y/n gf's gc
carlossainz55 estΓ‘s muy guapa, vuelve a la cama cariΓ±o β€οΈ (you look so pretty, come back to bed sweetheart) β³ maxverstappen1 we have the translate function on ig you horndog β³ y/npriv don't be mad i snatched ur man β³ maxverstappen1 ... he'll never forget the redbull days
landonorris RUE WHEN WAS THIS?????? β³ y/npriv hiiiii lando... um so.... ππ»ββοΈππ»ββοΈππ»ββοΈ β³ landonorris GET BACK HERE U RAT EXPLAIN YOURSELF β³ landonorris carlossainz55 WHAT ARE U DOING WITH MY ROOMIE ???? β³ carlossainz55 i mean i could tell you but instagram does have guidelines β³ landonorris ew ew ew that's so gross i dont even wanna know β³ landonorris happy for you guys or whatever but ew never tell me anything remotely sexual about y/n or i will vom β³ y/npriv lando wtf???? β³ landonorris you're like my annoying sister i'd have to remove my skinsuit if carlos opens his fat mouth β³ carlossainz55 hey? β³ y/npriv you're so fuckin weird ily
danielricciardo HE SHOOTS, HE SCORES!!!! β³ carlossainz55 you were right, they don't call me the smooth operator for no reason β³ y/npriv you were literally giggling and kicking your feet after i kissed you β³ carlossainz55 y/n :(((( my reputation :((((((
lilyzneimer wait do was taking the photos? β³ y/npriv ... self timer β³ lilyzneimer down horrifically bad wow
scuderiaferrari OH Y/NCARLOS'ERS WE WON!!!!! β³ y/npriv admin π not u too β³ scuderiaferrari not even sorry i've been WAITING for this one!!!
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f1gossip A surprise twist in the Charles and Y/N drama? Following Sainz's back to back victory in Australia and then Silverstone, Y/N and Carlos shared what looks like a loving kiss. Eagle eyed fans then spotted Charles on camera arguing with a Ferrari employee in the garages following the Y/NCarlos moment. Finally, Carlos was spotted outside where he was soon joined by Y/N, the two leaving the circuit hand in hand. It is noted Charles' new beau was nowhere to be seen.
fan Y/NCARLOS'ERS WE SO WON!!!! β₯οΈ 10,829 others
fan she upgraded wowow
fan charles throwing a hissy fit was so funny i was cackling watching it
fan kika in the likes... what do you know queen? β₯οΈ francisca.c.gomes
user not her being a homie hopper π€’ β³ carlossainz55 can't be a homie hopper if we're not homies :) β³ fan CARLOS????? β³ fan oh he ate them up β³ fan carlos has not been fucking with ch*rles for a WHILE, even before all the drama
fan y/n's face... she looked so happy my heart is so full β€οΈ
fan queen y/n we trust your judgement
fan ik the entire grid is cheering rn
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y/nstagram carlando podium again!!! anything else interesting happen at Silverstone? :)
fan the carlando bears π her boyfriend(?) and bestie π β³ landonorris roomie* β³ y/nstagram you love me shut up
fan she's so unbothered im giggling
francisca.c.gomes the last slide... β³ y/nstagram don't worry baby, he was just dropping me off for our date x β³ carlossainz55 all i am to you is a glorified taxi driver
landonorris couldn't even post a photo of me for my podium... see how it is β³ y/nstagram don't want your ugly mug messing up my feed β³ y/nstagram also grey bin needs to go out on tuesday β³ landonorris you're on bin duty this week? β³ y/nstagram actually i'm gonna be on a boat in spain soooo β³ landonorris i hope y'all break up β³ fan LANDO ? β³ y/nstagram he's joking dw he did the whole "big brother" speech with carlos, was kinda funny knowing carlos would flatten him in 2 seconds flat β³ landonorris oh now i really hope y'all break up
fan y/n please we know you have bf carlos pics... i only ask for one thing β³ y/nstagram i'll post some soon x β³ fan the most unserious soft/hard launch
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y/nstagram my boyfriends so hot, do you guys mind if i chew on him a lil?
carlossainz55 please don't chew me??? β³ y/nstagram it's internet sla- never mind, ok mr sainz
fan her captions are always so real i love her
fan unhinged y/n is back, we missed you best friend β₯οΈ y/nstagram
scuderiaferrari HARD LAUNCH HARD LAUNCH HARD LAUNCH LETS GO Y/NCARLOS'ERS!!!! β³ y/nstagram i love u admin β€οΈ β³ scuderiaferrari our ferrari girl, forever β€οΈ
landonorris i hate this β³ fan your ex and your roomie π β³ landonorris you get it π β³ carlossainz55 stop calling me your ex π β³ landonorris you dare deny the love we shared?
francisca.c.gomes never mind him, can i chew on you a lil? β³ kellypiquet ^ β³ lilymhe ^ β³ lilyzneimer ^ β³ flavy.barla ^ β³ carmenmmundt ^ β³ y/nstagram everyone grab a limb x β³ carlossainz55 please don't chew my girlfriend
fan thank you for the pic y/n! sorry for interrupting your holiday π₯Ί β³ y/nstagram don't be silly!! it was lovely to meet you <333 dont forget to send me the link to the dress!! β³ fan on it!! β³ fan omg how was it meeting them? β³ fan they're honestly so sweet, they were just holding hands and walking around and carlos was yapping away and the way y/n was looking at him π₯Ί they're endgame fr β³ fan could actually cry?? β³ fan also when they were on the beach, carlos twirled her around and they started dancing to the music playing from a nearby bar... it was actually like a movie scene ππ
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carlossainz55 dicen que ver una estrella fugaz da buena suerte, y tenΓan razΓ³n, mi estrellita β€οΈ (they say seeing a shooting star is good luck, and they were right, my little star)
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francisca.c.gomes that first picture... i love my girlfriend β³ carlossainz55 can't even have peace on my own hard launch β³ francisca.c.gomes you snatched y/n from her girlfriends, you will never know peace.
fan he bagged a baddie wowow
fan the caption??? oh hes in LOVE β₯οΈ carlossainz55
y/nstagram π₯Ί carlos..i'm so grateful to have you in my life β€οΈ β³ carlossainz55 i am the one who's grateful β€οΈ
scuderiaferrari heyyy y/n *with rizz* β³ carlossainz55 even my own teams admin wow... β³ scuderiaferrari not my fault your girlfriends hot
user homie hopper β³ carlossainz55 eat glass :) β³ y/nstagram CARLOS β³ scuderiaferrari we love that you're happy but please carlos this is still your official account
lilymhe y/n i could treat you so much better β³ carlossainz55 back off i've waited years for this β³ y/nstagram YEARS??? β³ carlossainz55... ππ»ββοΈππ»ββοΈππ»ββοΈ β³ y/nstagram you're literally sat right next to me ... β³ y/nstagram he just got up and ran away... β³ fan this is so fucking funny sddjsdhdk β³ landonorris danielricciardo what was that about him being a smooth operator? β³ danielricciardo hes also fucking dumb
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a/n: hope everyone enjoys! i am working hard on part 2 of girlfriend of the enemy so we can have some happy charles <3 also 2-3 posts in one week who AM I? (i'm gonna be busy w work so i'm trying to give u guys some food in case i have to disappear)
#carlos sainz smau#carlos sainz social media au#carlos sainz x you#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz imagine#f1 social media au#f1 smau#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#f1 fic
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