#more so when i‘m about to block people again

[the-travelling-bitch]

i get that you don’t want minors on your blog but even as an 18+ (who also has it in their blog) is it really this necessary to be aggressive about it 24/7… like even as an adult it makes ME want to get off your blog lmao which i’m sure you’d most likely appreciate after this ask of mine 🐀

Realistically minors will stay on 18+ blogs regardless and could even lie about their age… the threatening messages unfortunately are not going to remove any minors fyi 😭

first of all, i don’t want you to get off my blog just because you sent an ask that doesn’t 100% align with my opinion, i‘m all for giving your opinions and listening to each other

and i wouldn’t have to say it all the time if people would just listen; not only do i think it’s really rude to ignore a person’s wish for an adult only space just because you want to read about your favourite character getting down and dirty, i could also get into legal trouble over it (it might be unlikely but still)

and i know it might seem like i say it a lot but a) i‘m currently very busy with college and can’t post a lot of fics and b) i post most of my every day thoughts on my sfw account, so it’s going to be often in proportion to other content; additionally some people might be new to the blog/ tumblr and since apparently nobody reads rules or pinned posts, i hope to get their attention this way

also, if i only had to filter out a handful of blogs, i wouldn’t be so hung up about it; but even if i just go through my follower list (reblogs and likes not counted) i block about one third of the people following me, which is very disheartening and a lot of work on top of it

i know that minors will always come to mine and others‘ blogs but the way i see it that’s not a reason for me to just keep my mouth shut

[rafesslxt]

Showerhead | mattheo riddle

summary: you thought you were alone in the bathroom when your wild thoughts took over you but you suddenly hear a second voice.. and its not inside your head.

warnings: masturbating for a sec, cursing, filthy DIRTY TALK, fingering, mattheo eating out reader, unprotected p in v, enemyxlover vibe, gryffindor!reader

notes: DAMN I'M BACK! I'm sorry but I had a HUGE writing block. Also: english is not my first language so pls let me know If there'S something I can correct :)

My day was unbelievable fucked. I woke up too late, got detention because i talked to my friends while Snape was teaching us something, i spilled my food over my clothes.. twice.. after that I fell from my broomstick at the quidditch training and now i sat with Hermione, Ron and Harry in the Great Hall eating.

„Yo y/n can I copy your homework later? I got -" Ron startet but i interrupted him "Yeah yeah whatever.. guys I‘m gonna go to bed okay? See you after this." Hermione and me shared a room so I would see her later.

I rushed to our dorm, getting rid of my dirty clothes. God I needed a shower, now. I took my clothes, shower stuff and towels and started to walk towards one of the big bathrooms.

Because I wanted more privacy, I did go to one that not many students know about. Hermione once told me about it as she talked about Hogwarts in first grade.

As I walked inside, I checked If someone‘s here but I was alone. I took off my clothes and stood under one of the showers more in the corner and let the water run down my body. I sighed as I felt it on my skin, finally feeling more relaxed.

My thoughts started drifting after a while as my hands glided over my body. Damn my muscles are really sore. When was even the last time I had sex? I think it was like 3 months ago with a guy from Ravenclaw. He looked promising but merlin was I feeling disappointed after.

I couldn‘t even touch myself cause I was always around people, sharing rooms together and shit.

I bit my lip as I looked at that shower head above me. Nah I couldn‘t.. could I? Did I even have time? I mean I was in here already for like 20 minutes so I had to be in my room before curfew but god damn I was so desperate.

Oh fuck it – what is one more detention, right? I took the shower head, letting my other hand slowling wandering over my nipples. I whimpered slightly at the feeling, realising now how desperate I really was.

I took the shower head and put it where I needed it the most. My thoughts drifted again and I tried to think about someone but no face appeared until - fuck no, I can‘t think about him.. but before I could debate more with myself, his name left my lips.

"Fuck Mattheo.." my lips parted and my breathing got heavier. Merlin was I already about to cum? How pathetic, I didn‘t even touch myself properly but that kind of didn‘t matter as the next words left my mouth. "Shit.. please" i begged into the foggy air around me.

"Damn Princess.." My blood got cold and my body tensed to a point where I couldn‘t move. I swallowed as I opened my eyes and saw Mattheo Riddle standing right in front of me. The one who‘s name I just moaned.

I tried to hide my body behind my hands, a little too late. "Fuck Riddle what the hell are you doing here?!" I asked him angry. Once because I stood there completley naked and he didn‘t even tried not to look and second for my again – non existing orgasm.

He looked shamelessly over my body, scanning every inch of my skin. He had a towel hanging low on his hips, which didnt really helped the state i was in right now.

" I could ask you the same but I think I just heard what you did.." he smirked arrogant and looked at my face. "You know you could have just asked If you wanted my help."

I rolled my eyes at him as I took one of my towels from the side to hide my body but as I did I had to let go which leaded him to look at my breasts. I saw him licking his lips, looking up at my face again as I wrapped the towel around myself.

"Just because your name is Mattheo, doesn‘t mean I was thinking about you."

He grinned again, coming closer to me slowly. "Oh yeah? Then who did you mean?" I tried to think about an different Mattheo but there was no one in this school I knew with that name – besides him.

He just stood one inch away from me now, backing me into the shower again until my back hit the wall.

"Princess.. i know you did think about me, there‘s no shame in telling." I started nibbling on my bottom lip as a signal to being nervous. God he smelled so good and his face looked even more handsome now that the single drops of water fell onto his face from his still wet hair.

"And what If I was? Are you going to tell all your stupid little friends?" He chuckled "No.." his face came even closer now "just let me help you out with that." I swallowed down a clump in my troath as he said that. My pride was way too big for him to just come here and fuck me like that..right?

"Hell no I -" "Why not huh? I saw how desperate your little body looked as you just begged for more.. let me help you with that, I‘m gonna make you cum within the first minutes." Now his arrogant smile was back, his breath hitting my lips now.

"Yeah all of you boys say that, leaving me unsatisfied after." I huffed, looking away from his piercing eyes.

"Let‘s make a deal little one.. I‘m gonna eat you out and If I don‘t make you cum within the, lets say: five minutes? I‘ll leave and never bother you again.."

I looked at his lips while he was talking. They looked so soft and kissable – fuck was I really considering what he said? I mean he‘s a Riddle and a stupid little fucker but maybe that‘s just what I needed right now. Stupid little Fucker named Mattheo Riddle.

"And what If you make me cum?" i looked up at his eyes again. He towered his head over mine grinning, coming down to my ear and whispered "..then you‘re mine for the night." He smiled almost devilish and I know I should‘ve said no but damn 3 months were starting to get the best of me.

"Deal." It felt like as If I just signed up for the devil. His smile grew at my words and he pushed me against the wall this time, unwrapping the towel i just put on.

"Damn your body looks so good, just perfect for me to eat." Shivers went down my spine at his words right towards my - " I hope you know what you just got yourself into." Suddenly he took me by my hips, lifting me up against the wall again as I wrapped my legs around his hips.

"It‘s kind of unfair that you still have your towel on, don‘t you think?“ "Oh don‘t worry princess, it‘s coming off very soon."

He took one hand away from supporting my ass, to my cheek. He looked deep into my eyes, almost staring into my soul. He closed the gap between us, kissing me like no boy ever did before in my whole life. The kiss was passionate, heated and longing. Almost as If we would seperate, we couldn‘t breathe.

I felt the tip of his tounge slide over my bottom lip which made me moan slightly. He smiled against my lips and pressed himself harder against me.

I opened my mouth slowly, which he took as a opportunity to explore my mouth with his tounge fighting over control with mine.

He let go of my lips what almost costed me a whimper but I pressed my lips together. He took me by my hips again, lifting me higher until I sat on his shoulders, my eyes going wide. Damn I don‘t think I need 5 minutes.

"You ready?" he mumbled against my inner tight he started kissing softly with his wet lips. I just let out a deep breathe and nodded, putting my hands on his hair.

He started kissing higher up until his mouth was just an inch away from my pussy. "5 Minutes are alredy starting" I chocked out, but in reality I just wanted him so start.

I could feel him grinning like an little ass but these thoughts were thrown out of the window as his tounge touched my clit.

I held in my breathe for a second as he started to kitten lick my clit and massaging my tights with his hands. I buckled against his face but he was faster and backed away. I let out a desperate whine at the loss of contact.

"Beg me.." he told me looking up at me with his chocolate brown eyes. Shit who was I even to deny that? Now wasn‘t really the moment for too much pride. "Please.." He raised his eyebrows " Please what?" "Please eat me out Mattheo, I need it - please.."

Satisfied with my answer he licked flat over my pussy, focusing on my clit again as he started to suck it. "Oh my-" my lips parted and my hands flew into his hair again, pressing his face deeper between my legs.

"Fuck that feels good" i moaned and arched my back off the wall as I felt something deep down in my stomach. Shit he didn‘t even do much but give my clit some attention - really good attention - and I was already close again.

I felt his hand going under my tight and his thumb being places on my clit. He moved his finger in circular motions, sliding his tounge to by entrance, fucking me with it.

"M-mattheo please!“ shamelessly i bucked my hips and cried out his name.

"You close baby?" he asked, mumbling against my wet skin. I just nodded breathless until I felt a sharp and powerful feeling in my abdomen.

It completely crushed me. Everything around me went black for a few seconds and I couldnt hear anything. I just came so hard on Mattheo‘s tounge that I didn‘t even realise where I was for a short moment.

I looked down on me, looking in Mattheo‘s eyes, already looking at me. "You taste so good baby."

He slowly lets me down again but holds me as we both notice how weak my knees are. "Damn I didnt expect that.." i breathe out and look at his lips, still glistening from my juices.

"I think you lost our deal.." he grinned and startet slowly kissing my neck. I chuckle, nodding just slowly, thinking about how much I actually want him and not caring about the fact that I lost.

"..but you don‘t really seem to care huh." he grins and slowly rubs my back before turning me around so I faced the wall. "Hands on the wall baby." No matter what he said, I always heard him smiling. Smug little ass. "Spread your legs princess, that's it.. wider." My stomach twisted at his vulgar words, never ever did a boy talk to me like that.

I did as he said, spread my legs even wider while my hands touched the cold wall. "Hmm now arch your back for me."

I felt his hands slither around my waist down to my lover stomach. Every touch of his send shivers down my spine. Suddenly, I felt his breath against my ear, his lips kissing the shell of it as he murmurs with a deep voice. "I'm going to fuck every last thought out of this pretty little head." "Stop teasing me and do it!"

He chuckles darkly and I feel the tips of his fingers wandering slowly over my pussy. "Do you really think you're in a position to give orders?" Goosebumps.

As I didn't answer him he lightly brushed his finger over my clit, making me shiver again, while brushing soft kisses across my back.

"Please." I let out a whimper, arching my back just a little more and pushing my hips into his body. Then, I felt him at my entrance, pressing the tip of his cock against my clit, just where his fingers had been a second ago.

"Beg. Fucking let me hear how much you want this cock." he whispers into my ear, his hot breath hitting my ear. My whole body shudders and I can't help it but do as he tells me to.

"Mattheo please I need you. I need to feel you, I'll do anything." I feel myself almost crying from the frustration and arousal. "Good Girl." he groans before he slowly enters me. Fuck.

"Oh Shit baby, you feel so tight." Mattheo grunted shamelessly as my walls clenched around him. My breathing got heavy and I bite my bottom lip to hide my moans.

"Don't hold back." he commands and just so, I let my lip go and whimper out his name.

"Hmm just like that princess." He pushes further inside of me, groaning at the feeling. I feel so full of him, I can't think straight besides of him and how good he feels.

Abruptly he started moving his hips fast an hard against my ass, leaving my mouth hanging wide open. " Oh fuck, Mattheo!" I cried out at the sensation. His hand started to wander up and down my body, over my back, my stomach, my tits - playing with my nipples.

"What, you want gentle? Wrong fucking address." God where has he been all these months? It feels like he just fills that hole inside of me - literally.

I hear him panting behind me, not slowing down with the movement of his hips. "Shit I would've fucked you way sooner If knew you had such a tight little pussy, just waiting for me to come and fuck it sore."

I hiss as he takes my hair into his fist and yanks my head backwards so It would lay against his shoulder while my back is still arched and he presses me against him. My hands roam over his arm that holds me in the middle of my body and I close my eyes. I'm definitely gonna be sore tomorrow.

I felt him changing the angle of his hips a little and my eyes almost bulged out of my head. "Oh my god!" I almost scream, forgetting that someone could hear us, even tho not many know about this bathroom. "Fuck yes, I feel you clenching around me princess. Does that feel good hm?" he teases and bites my neck gently.

Words coiled inside my throat, coming out as broken sobs, telling him I'm wanting more. "You're still holding back, just let go."

So I screamed his name again, over and over again, until I felt a sharp pang in my stomach. His hand let go of my body, his second hand still in my hair. He grabbed the shower head and turned the pressure higher before he holded it right against my clit.

I was a whimpering and sobbing mess at this point, begging him to let me come. "Look at me. I wanna see you coming around my cock." He tugs at my hair and my eyes roll back to look into his, which gave me the rest I just needed to come.

Looking into his eyes made my walls clench around him again, leaving his mouth hanging wide open. "Shit.." he grunted and closed his eyes as his rhythm became more erratic. Just as I slowly came down from my high, I felt him pulling out of me and coming all over my back, spreading his hot cum.

"Fucking hell.." he breathed out and slowly let go of my hair and hanging the shower head back onto the wall after washing his cum off of my back. I turned around and looked up at him, smiling slightly.

"What? Did I fuck out all your negative energy?" he chuckled, pressing me against him again with one of his arms. I roll my eyes at his comment but still I couldn't hide my smile. "I have something for you.." he said, now he's smiling like a little devil.

I look at him confused which he answers me with his fingers in front of my mouth. I look down at them and gasp as I see his cum on them. "Come on, open up baby.." I didn't knew why but again I did as he said and parted my lips. He pushed his fingers inside my mouth and grins. "Suck them."

I started sucking on his fingers and swirling my tongue around them, tasting his salty cum. His eyes rolled back a little and I saw him shuddering for a moment. "Damn, you wanna suck my cock maybe?"

I did let go of them and chuckled as I pressed myself pass his body to wrap my towel around my wet body. " Maybe next time.."

"Oh so you wanna do this more often, huh?"

Oh and how we both didn't knew at that moment how often actually.

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xoxo Sarah <3

[nalyra-dreaming]

Pre season 2 rant - heavy on sarcasm!

This is the... well by now somewhat meditated on rant I promised a while ago. It has a lot of cussing, so be warned.

It is a… summary comment about some views I‘ve seen around, from “bad writing“ to the “abuse“ and other things. Oh, and it's about the "lying" subject. With receipts!

I‘m getting this out of my system before season 2 hits, and before more of the press leading up to it is released, because cast, crew and writers as well as the show have given us all of it already and, tbh, if I‘m going to see anyone scream “bad writing“ or “Louis being made a liar or the memories revisited/changed is racism“ when the changes will hit I‘m just gonna block you.

Fair warning.

This is long… so under the cut.

This show has made color-conscious choices. Brilliantly so. They also have an astonishing meta level.

And what we saw was not the truth.

That much is clear now. HAS ACTUALLY BEEN CLEAR FROM THE END OF SEASON 1 ON.

Jacob has said at the TCA panel that Louis is trying to regain his true memories.

Here is a reminder of some key statements by cast and crew:

Here are interviews and statements by Assad and Jacob and Sam and Rolin and the writers & producers that what we have seen was not the (whole) truth, that Louis’ tale has been “tinkered” with, influenced.

I'm heroically refraining from adding the gifs of Rolin and his statement again. Which are from the episode insider… and remember when that aired?! Yeah… 😒

But I've seen things recently that make me want to pull my hair out, to be frank. For example this, behind the link:

...Like, not making him a whole flat ass liar is actually the point, guys. And no it does not undermine the story....

As the writers said:

I mean, I get it to an extent. It's becoming clearer and clearer that the show some people made up in their heads is not the one they'll be getting. (We've been trying to tell them, but hey.)

Yeah.... That.

Unfortunately @blackgirlasis has blocked me, (and I have returned the favor now that I noticed), we only discussed something recently, but I think the reason might have been after I posted that video, in which it is literally said that "not everything Louis says is a lie", which, given her statements here might speak for itself, especially this part of that statement:

"It is actually ACTIVELY harmful to perpetuate the idea that the Black characters aren't to be trusted with the narrative and that we need Lestat to come through with the honest accounting."

You know, I would actually agree! Which is also why I always emphasized that we did not get the WHOLE truth. I also kept more than hinting at the fact that Armand is, well Armand.

BUT - and here it gets interesting - why is JACOB's - a BLACK man's - statement discarded? Why do they do not want to hear it that Louis does, in fact, lie? And, just to be clear - I do not NEED Louis to lie, nor be proven a liar, and I think the show will do its damndest to explain via the "tinkering" that Armand did. They will give some of the blame to Armand.

But to flip one's shit over argumentation that the MAIN CHARACTER, a BLACK MAN has already stated... that is what I find interesting.

Like, why do you* (*generally spoken, not her especially) accuse people of racism over this, when HE has already said that Louis does, indeed, lie. Why is he not actually listened to? I don't get that. Why is agency taken away from a living, breathing person to give it to a fictional character? Why is his statement that "not all representation needs to be healthy representation" not kept in mind?

Louis is Louis. Louis being color-consciously handled didn't "change the character an awful lot".

JACOB said that. Here. Interestingly enough in a comment about the racial consideration the show does(!).

Louis is NOT a whole other character despite the changes, and the twists that will happen in season 2 were always set to come, as the friggin' video of BEFORE the show aired is proof of. They talked about all that. They know it didn't all happen as shown. They knew Louis did lie. But NOT about everything.

They also knew that some of the scenes did not happen (at least as shown). And now... "it’s clear that Louis is somebody hugely angry with a man he loved deeply and now presents them as a monster…" Also Jacob Anderson.

Presents. Them. As. A. Monster.

Bailey Bass said in the SDCC interview, that it is not clear who is the "villain here" in various scenes, interestingly enough, because the dynamic keeps changing. Which of course was after they shot a myriad of scenes that would not make it into the final s1 cut. Again: why is she not listened to? Why do you take her agency away to give it to a fictional character?

And I'm not even starting on the others. Sam. Rolin. The writers.

Also, re the abuse and scenes being revisited. Again, screenshot as example:

There is nothing simple about this show. Especially that scene.

BUT the show knows what it‘s doing! I'm not going to rehash all that here now, here are links on that.

AND THE WRITERS SAYING IT WILL BE REVISITED... is from December 21, 2022.

DECEMBER 22.

A revisit and a change of that scene will not be bad writing. (Or tasteless.) They already DID so in the last episode of season 1, continuing that will simply fall into line with what we have already been given. That's not bad writing. That's just the show, and there's people who just did not want to examine that.

Because it will be echoed, and it will serve a purpose.

I know the show did the meta level of patriarchal domestic abuse, but for fuck‘s sake, the story itself is about vampires struggling, and Louis is struggling.

The show has a meta level of abuse, and patriarchy, and recognizing is valid and the meta discussions are too.

But Louis is not chained to his coffin guys, he could have left, and a fight which shows off power discrepancies within the show story line is not automatically domestic abuse.

*slow clap*

No-one wants this to happen for the sake of "redeeming" Lestat. Because he does not need that redemption. They're all murderers and monsters.

They kill. For a living. LITERALLY.

THEY ARE VAMPIRES It's not about vampires trying to find their humanity.

It's about vampires trying to find a way to live with themselves, because they are, indeed, monsters.

Doubting the narrative which was TORN APART WITHIN THE SHOW is not the same as bad writing or racism FFS, nor is actually looking at what we're given - and knowing the fucking, 50 year old books. And recognizing the hints and parallels.

I have also seen the take that Lestat isolated Louis... and like, did we watch the same show? You know, even with the vampirism (which, of course™, could not free Louis as promised)...

Months of flirting openly in NOLA, public wooing. DECADES LIVING IN NOLA. Operas. Restaurants. Family dinners. (And Louis stopping Lestat there, AS a mortal...) Cleaning the cribs, years of "human entanglement" because Louis wanted it.... Banjo barbecues, political influence, wakes... Everybody knew.

(Like, I could pull up gifs here.)

"Isolation". Right. It has nothing, at all, to do with the Rite of Passage, or Louis' depression.

Of course not.

I mean, Jacob says that Louis is very depressed during the time leading up to the fight, and his and Sam's discussion here is interesting as well, but hey, I mean, why listen to the actual black actor, right.

As a last thing.

Yeah. Tell me you know nothing about the books without telling me you know nothing about the books.

And, as a note, context is important if you pull up other scenes from the VC.

Welcome to the fucking Vampire Chronicles.

Anyone expecting big bad patriarchal abuser Lestat is not going to have a good time.

And honestly, to those: don't let the door hit you on the way out.

Good riddance - and BON VOYAGE

[nanamisflowerfield]

Hey, everyone! I‘m so sorry that I was offline for such a long time!😭

I was very busy with my studies and couldn‘t come online… My test was just too important and I didn‘t want to distract myself (I also forgot my password…). Yes, I could have told you all about it but I was learning like half a year or maybe even more for this test. I was too stressed to think clearly😔

Well… To apologize, I will try to write some requests and some parts of my series!

Some bigger news:

- I will probably delete a few things in my askbox. There are many old ones and I don‘t know how to make a good story out of them. I am so sorry for the ones who want me to write them! Maybe next time, you can request them again😔

- My 2. account ( @nanamisflowerpetals) which I did for some phone games, manhwa etc. will be on hiatus or archived. The reason: I barely read nor play these games anymore and am out of the fandom. I will not write for them anymore and won‘t delete the account so people can still read the ones on them

- I have now a new 2. account ( @wiltedflowerpetals ). I always wanted to have a more mature one. One were I can write for a couple of other fandoms and well… smut. I had one before, but had to delete it because it was a sideblog and I do not want any minors or ageless blog to follow the 2. blog. But when I wanted to block someone, I would have blocked them for this account as well. That‘s why I made a new one. Requests are open!

I wish you all a great day (and sorry again!!)!💕

[angelicjungwon]

sim jaeyun - best friends or more?

plot: you and jake have been friends for a while now. you two got along quite well, maybe a little too well.

it all starts to unveil once both of you start seeing other people, while you‘re the one who tries their hardest to hide their feelings, jake doesn’t hold back at all.

word count: 965

tw: swear words, kissing, mentions of hooking up

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"what do you mean, you‘re going on a date again? this is the third time…" jake groaned, causing you to roll your eyes at him as you‘re trying to find something decent to wear in the depth of your closet. "yes the third time in like what… a year? unlike you i don‘t just jump into bed with every girl i meet." you laugh as he sat down on your bed in shock.

"i would never do that. speak for yourself. you‘re the one who decided to hook up with jay… my fucking best friend. you know how fucked up that is?" he almost yelled at you. you slowly turned around, making it look almost too dramatic, before half yelling back at him.

"i did NOT hook up with him, however why would that matter to you anyways? why do you always care so much about any guy i go out with? please let me have one date without questioning the guy before even meeting him."

jake got off the bed, grabbing his bag that he left on the side of your bedroom door, before heading towards your apartment door.

"go ahead, get heartbroken. i‘m not gonna cheer you up this time…" and with that he slammed the door closed.

you hated jake. you loved him but you hated him with a passion… sometimes.

he would always get mad whenever you were around other men, especially the last few months. to other people it was very obvious that the tension between you and jake was not because you two worried about each other, you two found it hard to cope with the feelings you had for each other.

but he had you wrapped around his finger, as always.

as soon as he left, you sat on your couch, curled up in a ball as you texted your date that you had to cancel last minute because you were feeling sick and to your luck, the guy was not having it, instantly blocking you with nothing else but a 'ok lol' reply.

maybe jake was right after all, maybe all that men wanted from you was only one thing. maybe you shouldn’t go on dates.

as the evening has passed, a shower and two episodes of gossip girl later, you found yourself still on the couch, fetus position and wrapped in your favourite blanket, however the sound of your door unlocking has caught your attention.

"why are you here?" a familiar voice asked. you raised a brow at the dark haired man, hanging his jacket on your coat hanger. "uhm… this is my apartment, i could ask you the same sim jaeyun?" he chuckled as he made his way over to your couch, sitting down next to you before resting his body close to yours, to pull you into a somewhat cuddling position. "i came to apologise for my behaviour, sometimes i just get so angry when… you know… you talk to other guys when i should be supportive. you deserve a man who treats you well - even though i don‘t think any man deserves someone like you, you‘re an angel - but yeah… i think i just need to get over it." he smiled, causing you to smile back at him.

he was gorgeous, the light of the tv on his face making you stare at him in awe.

"i ditched the guy and then he blocked me, you were right jake."

he jumped of the couch and fist bumped the air, muttering a little 'i knew it' before sitting down and faking a frown before patting your back.

"poor little (y/n)… damn, what an asshole."

you hit his arm before pushing him off you, starting a play fight with him while curses kept leaving your lips.

"well since you‘re free tonight, maybe we should hang out? we could order food and watch your favourite movie… like a date but not actually a date you know… just so we can cheer you up, nothing more." he suggested, making you roll your eyes at him. "i was planning on asking heeseu-" before you could finish your sentence he cut you off. "don‘t you fucking dare, angel. i will beat the shit out of you both. jay was one thing but heeseung is a whole different story. if that man lays a finger on you i will explode." he spat, causing you to laugh. "why? he‘s hot. i‘d love to have him touch me." you replied, making jake ironically chuckle. "exactly. i have no chance compared to him."

you looked at him confused. you kinda knew what he meant but you wanted to hear him say it. "what do you mean by that jakey?" you batted your lashes at him. he scoffed, grabbing your face in one hand, before slowly moving it from side to side. "stop acting innocent, you know i like you." you giggled, playfully hitting his arm once more. "i like you too jakey! that‘s why we‘re best friends!"

at this point you were just playing with him, you wanted him to say it first, you didn’t wanna be the first for once.

he shook his head in disbelief, he knew you too well, especially the way you kept looking at his lips. he knew you weren’t just waiting for a response.

"stupid." he mumbled as he leaned in to close the gap between you two, pressing his lips against your, while gently holding your cheeks in his hands.

"so so stupid." he kept mumbling, between every kiss.

"the most stupid person i know." he kept on going, which caused you to laugh against his lips. "pretending to not have feelings for me." you rolled your eyes and grabbed his face to push his own closer. "shut up jaeyun and continue kissing me, dumb ass."

[ivane-embraces-the-weirdness]

Can you tell us more about your oc?

*blissfully crying because someone asked*

Of course~💖

Let‘s start with a bit of history on the Charcter ~

This is my self insert character (so she’s basically me, but fictional and pathetic) and her first conceptions started in 2015 when I was around 12 or 13.

So obviously my girl has a really long and complicated backstory and history, but for the sake of your and my time I‘ll just focus on her in the context of her insertion into „die Schule der kleinen Vampire“ wich is basically just something I‘m doing for fun.

I actually had the idea to revisit the franchise in 2022 for the lol’s, wich is where I drew first concept art of her in a style that’s a mix of the shows artstyle and my own.

Two versions of her haircolour exist in her own cannon and originally I drew her with her natural, dirt–blonde haircolour for this one, but then I started to dye my hair irl again, wich caused me to feel like her purple hair just fits better to me, her and the universe, colourscheme and her depiction and personality in general.

The Sflv comics I‘m drawing play in a future–AU where the main cast has hit their teenage years (around 14–16 vampire years, except Klot, he’s maybe like 11–13) and the whole show turned from a cute children’s show into a coming of age cartoon that contains adult humor and themes and swearing, as well as some minor gore and violence.

Most of it stemming from her presence.

Her name is Ivané aus dem Finstermoor, but she introduces herself as Wyrm to all characters, except friends and people who know her from the past and the Count, who‘s basically the first character she actually encounters and befriends in this. He still calls her Wyrm infront of others out of respecting her wish to not having everyone knowing her name.

She herself is a traveler/Vagabond, who‘s constantly on the run from people who hunt her or have a fuse with her. In terms of species she’s a mix of Tatzelwurm and Harpy (but primarily Tatzelwurm) she also has a symbiotic relationship with an alien parasite that lives in her spine and causes her to sprout tentacles from time to time and has no ovaries, just a hole with a clit. She’s also a semi–shapeshifter. (Wich means she has a limited amount of appearances to shapeshift into) If she’s cut in half at her waste she’ll grow a seven meter long snake tail and if she’s cut in half again, she’ll grow a tail and legs. The Harpy side in her also causes her the ability to turn into an owl by reflex and sport a pair of black feathered wings (but that happens rarely). But most of the time she tries to blend in by drinking a potion that gives her a humanoid appearance.

Also She has three pet Cats

In the AU (wich doesn’t just include classic horror, but now even more modern and lovecraftian cryptits like skincrawlers, mothman, Cthulhu and Lizardpeople) a door just suddenly appears in the forest and whoever enters it, finds themselves in a grotto with a lake and hole to the surface above it, where she resides, as a result of someone having trapped her there through a curse. So every time she tries to leave, a wall of flesh blocks her way. In the beginning she just lounged there on a rock in the middle of the lake, pretending to be an old hag–lamia (bc she knows that people will quickly judge a young, pretty woman) who just wants some essentials like food and drink in return for things like sewing ripped clothing or minerals in the cave.

Later on a few people catch on that there’s a creature living in that grotto and start sacrificing people in worship of her, wich is an opportunity she takes and soon enough she‘s exchanging their bodyparts and blood for food and material to build a little bar/store on that lake.

Except for their heart… those she needs to turn into her humanoid form and escape that spell for roughly a day.

Count Alarich basically stumbled across that door one night and enters it, finding Ivané in her disguise as an old hag, starting to chat and over time become friends. One other day she dared to leave the grotto and enters the village from the show and starts looking around, making acquaintances and joining a gothic metal rave in the evening.

When she walks home at night, the count, not knowing who she actually is, spots her and ofc plans to bite her, so dude uses hypnosis to lure her in. But Muschy (the grey Sphymxcat) notices that and jumps out of her backpack, causing his Werewolf to chase after the kitty, wich results in the count being dragged away, holding the leash. Ivané is conscious again and Muschy gave the Wolf a punch to the snout, she escapes and just keeps her human identity a secret from Alarich, while befriending him more and more as the hag at the bar.

Eventually she slowly drops the disguise with every time he visits her and soon, he catches on on who she is and they become mutual fuckbuddies.

The end

(For now)

If you wanna know more about her dynamic with all the other characters, just ask~

[greg-montgomery]

Ok so maybe it‘s because I‘m dumb but that’s what I don‘t get about this ,discourse‘ about people complaining about how there are no more good fics:

Why aren’t they allowed to vent/rant on their own blog? Like everyone always says to just scroll/block/mute when they see something they don’t like but in this case everybody is on about how they should just shut up, and I don‘t mean this in an accusing way!

Like obviously the criticism how this person in particular is not showing any kind of support is valid but again them ranting about how there are no good fics anymore on their own block is valid too no? That’s their opinion I guess

i mean yeah it’s their opinion and their blog and they can say whatever they want. that’s why i made a post about it on my blog and didn’t bother the op. i didn’t say they’re not allowed to say their opinion, i just pointed out the irony of having a blog that’s fully dedicated to complaining about the work of other people, while not showing support to any. it seems ungrateful to me that’s all 🤷🏼‍♀️

[anantaru]

Hi Yoru! I was wondering if you have any tips on growing your blog? For someone just starting out or in general?

some overall things i think are important:

— figure out what fandoms you want to write for, if you want to be a single fandom only kind of blog (like me) or a multifandom one!

— have a nice theme, make your own rules, your byi, tag system, make sure to have these out of the way first so when someone comes across your blog they can find your rules and know what you‘re comfortable with etc.

— once you got more writings, make sure to have a masterlist for people to go back to!

— tag stuff accordingly, if you write dark content, please tag it, mention it. Mention who your writing is catered to, for example: fem! reader etc. etc. + also filter things that make you uncomfortable so you don‘t get triggered.

— write for yourself and don‘t be discouraged if you aren‘t getting much interaction in the first few months of writing. You can‘t expect to post 2-3 fics and already have a steady influx on asks, for example for me personally, it took me like 1-2 months until i had a steady influx of asks coming my way. I just want to get this out there because sometimes i see writers be discouraged about that (while they’ve been on the app for less than 1 week) but sadly you can‘t expect it to happen so soon. (also i hope this doesn‘t sound like me being as asshole, but it is simply the truth.)

— don‘t look at followers, notes etc. as long as you like a fic you wrote, that‘s enough reason. If you write for validation, you do you! but don’t be surprised if you get burned out afterwards.

— tumblr doesn‘t show your followers anyways so why focus on them + even if they would, it doesn‘t mean anything!

— don‘t be jealous of other writers, this is tumblr, no one‘s better than you and you aren‘t better either! be a nice person. (also if you see a writer you don‘t like, block them and move on, don‘t subpost and be desperate, please don’t be toxic and mean, you don‘t know anyone on here irl, we all have our own dealings, we have feelings, so just be a nice person and nice things will come back to you) + the amount of people coming into my askbox showing me stuff which only made me block them too because it‘s just childish, don‘t be like that, please be nice 💗!!

— this might be a hot take ?? but mutuals are not important, follow who you like, that‘s it. Don‘t expect follows back, you can make connections with people on here without following each other. I know it can be seen quite clique?? i suppose? i personally am not really someone who likes making mutuals because i‘ve sadly had a couple of bad experiences and they have traumatized me greatly so i might come off as shy! 🫶🏻

— with that in mind, block people freely, don‘t feel bad, again you don‘t know them. The moment someone makes you feel irritated, block them! if they complain? that‘s on them, whatever! this is supposed to be your safespace so you curate it how you like!

— last but not reast, "growing your blog" shouldn‘t be something you should prioritize, ever. Again if you‘re only here for followers, okay why not?? but keep in mind you‘re going to get very burned out some day, just saying.

— have fun, seriously, this is supposed to be a nice experience, writing about your favorite characters while sharing your creativeness 💗

— writing has become a very important hobby for me and i‘m very fortunate enough to be able to use it as an additional source of income now in my real life as well, (because tumblr has helped me sharpen my writing skills) you never know what will happen, let yourself move freely and enjoy the process! 🌸

[10-petals]

Introduction ❀

Hello, my name is Lyn and I‘m bodily 18.

I‘ve started writing out this story since March and I am happy to announce that I can post about it and show people the diversity of these characters.

Please ask about the characters if you want to know something, I love receiving questions and I will answer to any of them.

@zetsubobu was the reason as to why we created this tumblr account, since they‘ve talked about tumblr in a way that made us feel safe to use it.

Some information about 10 petals:

This is a detective story in which supernatural activities will happen but once again, they‘re uncommon so I will not put my focus on everyone having a supernatural ability, because they don’t have any.

This is all for fun, I‘ve been working on 10 petals since march and this interest has been growing more and more, so I wanted to make it an official thing and finally post about it.

All the characters are adults but if you do sexualise specific characters, I will tell you to stop.

I personally don’t mind if you say something like: "they‘re so hot" or something similar.

But I do not want to block people for sexualising a character so much that I feel like this is going too much. So please keep in mind, that yes you‘re allowed to do what you please but you shouldn’t step over my boundary.

10 petals will be a written novel AND a Webtoon.

So please do realise if I do not update on here is because I‘m working on either the novel or the webtoon.

About the Novel:

This is going to take longer than the webtoon, I hope I would be able to finish writing the Novel around 2024-2025 as I have a busy schedule and can’t always concentrate on it. But I‘ve been writing on it for now weeks.

The Novel WILL have more informations than the Webtoon.

About the Webtoon:

As soon as I finish introducing all characters, I will do one big drawings of everyone and then start on the webtoon. When the first episode will be finished I‘m not sure, as this whole week I‘ve been studying like hell and this will probably only get worse as the time goes on.

I will still post mini comics in which I then explain the characters more and show you that work is going smoothly.

About the Characters:

As soon as I finish introducing them all, I will edit this post and add each and everyone of them. But for now I‘ve run into difficulties as Five has a protective hairstyle (as you know this is also a tradition passed down) and I do not want to make it look racist. So until I have not spoken with someone that is Black and can give me advice of the way I do the hair, I will not post her.

[found-wings]

"[ There‘s a small, almost strained chuckle from Etoiles. ]" blocked blocked BLOCKED AND REPORTEDDDDDD HES IN SO MUCH PAIN the way that the feds know that there's no way that even their best men can overpower etoiles in a fight as he even toughs out the attacks from the workers who can't even be hit untill he can escape or trap them- so they're using the people close to him to break him down because God in this au he goes through So. Much. Pain. every emotional battle he fights with phil ends up with phils recovery being reset over and over again and he had to watch his friend loose himself piece by piece. but at least phil was still Himself- the only instances where he was far gone was durring dissociative episodes that could be dealt with, or when the feds fucked him up and rendered him feral. but at least he partially recognized people, he was more comfortable around etoiles and fit and kept many aspects of his avian lineage that couldn't quite go away as easily as any human characteristics he gained. and everytime he was reeled back to reality- but here? there's just Nothing.

now when rebooted back to zero, he has to watch a shell of his friend work for the very people who harmed him in the past and by some of the indicators in the conversation ('experiments . . . again?') that they're Still hurting him. but in the last instances, phil knew who he could turn to. in times of need he had people like fit, forever, etoiles, hell even tubbo or cellbit. but now- even if any member of the island would be there for him in a heartbeat when he eventually cracks- he can't remember that. there's some people he seems to trust more then others but he doesn't know why and can't know why as long as he's under the feds thumb and it HURTSSSSSSS. CUCURUCHO WHEN I CATCH YOU. - 💿

JAJSJAJAHSH

I‘m the most normal person about this (LIE)

PLEASE

I need Etoiles to crack with this. To feel like there is no getting back this time, because all the other times even with Phils messed up memories and struggles in staying connected with reality, struggling to cope with all the fixings and breakings and so much more, there was still always this little hope. This little point they cold build up on and secure Phil back.

But this time? There is nothing.

I need Etoiles to not just crack, I need him to break. Will they ever get Phil back out of this? How many more times do they have to go through this? How many more times does he need to face the fact that the Federation always comes back, always makes sure to put them through something yet worse than the last thing?

Phil doesn‘t know him, Phil doesn’t know anyone and that’s yet the hardest fight he has to face. Not even Death is worse than the fact he lost Phil like this.

There‘s no going back.

[aubzikins]

Chapter 7: I‘m Sorry

"Guys… this is way too much. Gorgeous and breathtaking but way too much…" I said while still staring in awe.

"Shh and go inside Nia. You won't win this argument…" said Lee Know looking mischievously.

"Sir, yes sir" I mumbled.

When we went inside, I was still in shock at how gorgeous the house was. There was a large dining area off to the left that included the kitchen. To the right was a large living room with a large sectional couch that easily could fit a minimum of 10 people. “Perfect size for this group,” I think to myself.

I didn't even notice the extra sets of shoes at the entrance until I was getting picked up into a big bear hug by none other than Changbin. "Hey, curls! It's been forever! It's great to see you!"

"BINNIE!!! You’re here too!? Hey!" I hugged him back as tight as I could.

"Why didn't we get that!?" Lee Know said smirking.

Before he could block me, I turned and gave Lee Know a bear hug. "Happy now Meow Meows?" I smirk.

"No but it's an improvement," Lee Know winks.

I looked down and saw there were 2 more sets of shoes. "Who else is here!?"

"Seungmin in the building!" Yelled Seungmin.

"I'm here too!" Said I.N. trailing behind Seungmin.

I hurriedly took off my shoes and ran over to the two youngins and hugged them. "It's so good to see you two!"

"Good to see you too, Noona!" Smiled I.N.

I playfully pushed him as my face turned red. "Any other surprises?" I asked as I looked around. We were just missing three members but no sign of them.

The two maknae shook their heads. "Ahh, okay" unable to hide the slight disappointment in my voice.

"Let me take you to your room Noona!" I.N. grabbed my hand and pulled me off to the other side of the house. After we put my luggage and carry-on bag in my room, I.N. took me on a tour of the house. When we finally made it back to the living room jet lag hit me.

Noticing my grogginess, Changbin says "How about you sit down and rest or go take a nap?"

I nod and say "I'll just sit down here on the couch for a minute. All the excitement and whatnot has worn me out." As I sat down on the couch. Changbin hands me water and a small throw blanket. I didn't even make it 5 minutes before I had fallen asleep.

When I woke up, I realized I was sleeping against someone. I slowly looked up to see that it was Han. He looked over at me with a smile, "About time you woke up, jet lag can be rough. It’ll be a bit before you are feeling back to normal" he says. Han hands me water and smiles, “It's nice to see you again Nia. Missed you."

"Hey Hannie, thanks," I smiled and took the water. "I missed you too. Happy to see you. Hug?" I asked.

"Of course!" He says as he hugs me tightly. "Just promise you won't disappear on us again okay?" He looks at me.

"I won't Hun, I promise. I’m still really sorry for doing that." I say while looking down and fiddling with my thumbs.

"Good, that was rough. We don't want to go through that again. But I'm looking forward to spending time with you over the next couple of weeks." He smiles.

"Wait, really? Did you all come here to spend time with me? Why would y'all do that?" I look at him surprised.

"Six of us made it. I think Chan and Jinnie had events they had to attend and yes to spend time with you and have a vacation. We loved hanging out with you." He smiled.

"Oh, that sucks that Chan and Hyunjin won't be here." I almost whispered. I couldn't help feeling like they were avoiding me but I couldn't let that bring down the mood. I smile at Han, "I am happy that I get to spend time with you guys! I missed y'all."

Felix walked into the living room, "We ordered some food for dinner. I figured we could do dinner and a movie while you recover from that long flight over?"

"If everyone is okay with that, then I'm good to go." I smile, s and then yawn. "I'm still dealing with jet lag. That nap helped but not enough.”

Han and Felix both laughed. "That just means more snuggles!" Changbin yells as he hops over onto the couch. Lee Know walks in carrying dinner and puts it on the coffee table. Seungmin and I.N. both come downstairs after getting cleaned up from being in the pool.

During dinner, we all talked about all the events they have been doing. I kept up with some of their activities over the past six months but not everything. They asked me about how my work has been going. I told them about getting promoted and how I was traveling more training and whatnot. Of course, Lee Know wanted to know about Aeris.

It was amazing to sit with them, eat, and talk like a cozy group. (I also remembered not to wait on them to get their food before me as well) It was everything that I had missed but it still felt incomplete. Two people were missing.

By the time we ate and cleaned up, everyone showed signs of exhaustion. We all decided to go take showers and put on comfy clothes. After I showered and got dressed, I put my clothes away. This house was gorgeous and had a beautiful backyard with an amazing view of the sky. Everyone was still getting ready for the movie. I grabbed a blanket and laid it on the ground in the backyard.

Felix turned on Howl's Moving Castle because I hadn't watched it before. I curled up next to Han on my right and had Felix on my left. The others all snuggled up around us. I tried to stay awake, but jet lag was causing my eyelids to feel like there were weights attached to them. After 20 minutes I couldn't fight it anymore and fell back to sleep on Han's arm.

When I woke up again, it was still dark out. I look around and see that I’m completely curled up in Han's arms and chest. My back was still against the couch. I tried to move my legs and realized that there was something on my legs. I look down and see Binnie curled up to my legs with his head on my thigh. I giggle quietly.

At first, I try to just go back to sleep but It was no use. These men are like having personal furnaces. I lightly shake Han to wake him up enough for me to move, luckily he turns over and cuddles up to Lee Know. I grab one of the decorative pillows and attempt to move Binnie's head from my thigh to the pillow like I was in the middle of a museum heist. He stays asleep when I finally get his head on the pillow, allowing me to get up off the couch. I smile to myself as I look around and see all 6 of the guys sound asleep on the couches.

After using the bathroom, washing my hands, and fixing my ponytail, I’m wide awake. Grabbing my favorite hoodie, and a bottle of soju from the fridge, I head out back to sit for a bit. I'm almost done with my soju when the sliding door opens. I look up to see Hyunjin walking outside. He looked at me and whispered, “I was wondering where you had wandered off to,” as he closes the sliding door behind him.

“Hyunjin…” I breath.

“Hey beautiful,” he says as he smiles slightly and takes the seat next to me.

Still, in shock at seeing him, I stutter as I say “I…I… thought you weren’t able to come. I was worried that you…”, I stop as he grabs my hand.

“I got in about 45 minutes ago. I saw everyone was sleeping so I went and put my stuff away,” he smiles, “It's good to see you, Nia.”

I stare at him, my face reddish from the soju and I can feel tears starting to sting my eyes. Hyunjin also notices that I am about to cry and pulls me into him. At first, I freeze, and my arms dangle at my sides. But then I fully embrace him, squeezing tightly as the tears fall. He hugs me even tighter. After a couple of minutes, he pulls back and looks at me. He then leans in and kisses my forehead. Both of us look at each other and say “I’m sorry…”

[user2772636]

What the flip i hate men so much

Just found out from a large group of people that used to be friends with a guy friend of mine that he tried to make me black out drunk at a party to have his way with me (he’s blocked)

At this point having actual „dating experiences“ with men irl is way more cringe than swooning over fictional men like bffr when I was like 13 I couldn’t wait to have all the experiences that I read on wattpad with real men but now that I’m older they’re just so embarrassing and off putting it disgusts me I wanna be 13 again and only read wattpad the whole day and keep me the truth spared

And I’m like talking about full on r@p3 it’s disgusting I‘m never gonna trust anyone again because he seemed like such a nice guy and even my best friend really liked him and didn’t get a weird vibe

BRUH I KEEP FORGETTING TO RESPOND TO THIS

Men suck unless theyre fictional (actually thats not the case especially if the fictional character is meant to suck)

The theory is men are either pedos/future pedos, gay, or yearners (yearners only populate 0.2% of the world, sadly)

That must be so traumatising, tho. I myself am a victim of sexual assault so I'm here for you and for every victim.

If you have problems associated with this, pls talk to someone. I know its hard and that theres a possibility you'll get misunderstood (just like in my case) but there are people in the world who can help. You are not alone.

[libraryofloveletters]

Grey Sky Silhouette

Spencer Reid x Reader 

Warnings: Post-prison Spencer (some of y’all don't like it), brief mention of murder, some kisses

Category: Angst/ lil bit of fluff at the end

Word Count: 2.7k

Author’s Note: I saw this picture and idk inspiration struck so here we are

italics are flashbacks 

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Grey clouds blocked out the sun, the curtains in the bedroom pulled shut. Rolling to his side of the bed, there was an empty spot, a spot where he should be. 

The sun was gone and so was your sunshine, your sweet love, your best friend, someone you hadn’t seen in months simply because he didn’t want to see you. 

You weren't ready to face the fact that you could have lost him over something he didn't do. Guilt hit you and you pushed the feeling away, you were ready to see him but he wasn't ready to see you. 

“Who are you here to see ?” 

“Spencer Reid” 

The officer took your ID and scanned the list for your name. “Sorry, you’re not on here” 

“What ?” you had heard him but you were still confused. “What do you mean I‘m not there ? I'm his partner” 

“Sometimes the inmates take people off their list” 

The officer looked behind you at the forming line. “Please move, figure this out somewhere else. There are people waiting” 

Looking over your shoulder, there were a few people behind you. An older couple, a woman and a small child, and a man at the end of the line. You stepped away from the counter, fishing your phone out of your pocket. 

Waiting for the phone to ring, her voice filled your ear. “Hello ?” she answered, “JJ?” she knew something was off from the way you called out to her. 

“Are you there?” she asked softly. 

“Why aren’t I on the list ?” 

“He doesn't want to see you” 

“I don't care. I deserve to see him.” 

JJ sighed, there were a few moments of silence before she spoke up again. “I’ll talk to him when I go tomorrow. I promise” she reassured you. “Thanks” was all you mumbled before hanging up the phone. 

The floor was cold, all the warmth seemed to leave the apartment with him. It was constantly dark and cold, nothing you did changed that. The frame on the nightstand caught your eyes, a picture of the two of you in the hospital after one of his multiple work injuries. He sat on the hospital bed and you were standing beside him. His head rested on your side with your arm over his shoulder. 

The frame strung a nerve clearly, it’s just that you didn't notice until you felt the tear roll down your face. Flipping the frame downwards so you couldn't see the picture, you went ahead with your routine. 

Get up, sulk, get ready, work, come home to an empty apartment. 

Over and over and over again. 

Your heart hurt every time you thought of Spencer, you couldn't help it. It hurt that he didn’t want to see you even though you wanted to see him. You just had to move on, move on from the pain but not from him. 

You could never move on from him. 

The phone rang, Penelope’s name flashed across the screen. She had been checking up on you a lot more after she heard about the list fiasco, they all had. 

“Hi Penelope” you cleared your throat, you could feel her happiness through the phone. “My angel y/n! how are you today ?” she asked sweetly, you couldn't help but smile. “I’m okay for now, how are you ?” 

“I’m good! I have to go right now but I'll come by for dinner tonight!” Something felt off to you. It wasn't abnormal for Penelope to stop by or even spend the night with you but she seemed cheery, unusually cheery today. 

“Sounds like a plan, is everything okay ?” 

“Oh yeah, I'm fine sugar” it sounded like something clicked on her end or unlocked. “I have to go, I love you!” she said before hanging up. The sound of an automated voice came from her end, announcing something you didn’t catch before she hung up. 

“I love you” the words rung in your head, except it wasn’t Penelope’s voice you were hearing, it was Spencer’s. 

The sand squished under your feet as you walked down the shoreline with Spencer. His face had a scowl on it as he looked down at your feet. “What’s wrong Spence ?” you asked him, noticing the expression on his face. 

“Does that not bother you ?” he questioned, his eyes still on your sand-covered feet.

“The sand ?” you asked, he nodded. 

“Did you know that sand is usually made of silica?” he looked over at you,

“I didn't, do tell me more doctor” you smiled at the man. 

“It's actually silicon dioxide, which is a compound that makes up most of the earth's crust. It also makes up mineral quartz and has many uses like making ceramics, concrete and countertops” his eyes shifted back down at the sand, kicking some with his shoe

“I love your facts Dr. Reid” 

“And I love you” he blurted out. 

Your mouth opened slightly, letting out a small “oh” 

“I didn-” “I love you too Spencer” 

The same feeling of hurt returned. He filled your thoughts 24/7, his voice, his face, his smile, his hands, everything made you think about him. You pushed the feelings away once again and got ready for work. Dragging yourself to the kitchen, his mug sat on the counter, right where he left it three months ago. Of course you had dumped the stale coffee and washed it, but you returned it to that exact spot. You cleaned and returned it to that spot. 

That was the last thing he left laying around before he got arrested. You couldn't bring yourself to move it. 

Sighing, the kitchen was empty, there was nothing to eat. Giving up on your sad apartment, you headed out for the day.

-- 

Penelope stood in front of the green barred door, her heel tapped against the concrete as she waited for them. Only two of them were allowed in and although she worked for the FBI, she didn't have clearance like Luke and JJ did. 

The officer pulled the door open and Spencer walked through, JJ and Luke not far behind him. Penelope's arms opened and he made his way over to her, pulling her into a long awaited hug. 

“I missed you so much” she whispered to him, her arms wrapped around her friend. “I missed you too” he held her for a few moments longer before letting go. 

The four of them headed to the SUV, Penelope filling Spencer in on everything he missed the last three months. “Sergio is good, he’s at my apartment right now.” she told him while showing him pictures. 

Spencer smiled at her, he appreciated everything they had done for him while he was in there, but his mind kept drifting back to the one person he had yet to see. 

“They came to see you Spence” JJ said to him, there was a feeling of tightness in his stomach. 

“I don't- I can’t let them see me like this” Spencer’s head hung low, he couldn't look at JJ. He knew what she was going to say but he couldn't bear to hear it. 

“Why?” she asked, “y/n called and said that their name wasn’t on the list. Why’d you take it off?” 

Spencer looked up at her. They both knew why he had taken your name off, he never wanted you to see him like this. He could barely bring himself to say your name right now. 

He met you after a low point in his life, you were his saving grace. Letting you see him like this was the last thing he ever wanted. As he went to answer JJ, the alarm went off. JJ promised to be back the next day to talk to him. 

Spencer looked over the window as Luke drove down the road. Penelope’s touch brought him back from his thoughts. “They’re okay. I spoke to y/n this morning” 

“Do they know ?” Spencer asked her, his eyes still fixated on the road. Penelope shook her head. “They should be at work right now. Do you want to go home or go back to the BAU?” 

“Home” Spencer whispered. 

The word felt foreign. Home was somewhere he dreamt of while he was in prison, never did he think he'd be able to see his home again, to see you again. The drive was quiet, the song of the rain hitting the vehicle was all he heard. 

Spencer stood outside the apartment building, Penelope stood beside him. She pulled out a bunch of keys from her purse and handed them to him, “do you want me to come up with you ?” Spencer shook his head. “Thank you” he hugged her once more, he walked towards the door looking back at his friends once more before heading inside. 

The walk up was quiet, it was the middle of the day. He bumped into his neighbour who was about to take his dog out on a walk. He asked Spencer where he had been the last few months, Spencer just told him he was away on a work assignment. 

The lock clicked and he pushed the door open. The scent of your perfume and coffee filled his senses. That was a smell he’d never get tired of. He looked around, taking in the space. Although it was his place, he had gotten used to a 6x6 cell and this would take some readjustment. He slipped off his shoes and walked across the floor, his feet padded across the hardwood floor rather than the sound of clicking on concrete he had gotten used too. 

Spencer’s head peered into the kitchen, there was a pot of coffee on the counter. His hand pressed against the side of the pot, it was cold but he didn’t mind. He opened the cupboard to look for his mug but it wasn't there, he looked down to see it on the counter, the sight of the mug brought a smile to his face. 

“Do you have to go ?” you asked him, your knees curled up to your chest as you sat on the chair by the table. 

“Yes I do, you know I do” Spencer smiled at you, taking a sip of his coffee. 

“What am I going to do while you’re gone? maybe I'll adopt a puppy to keep me company” you tease him, he rolled his eyes. 

This was the first time since you had moved in that Spencer was leaving you at home by yourself for a case. “Read a book my darling, but no puppies in here” he set his mug down on the counter before making his way over to you.

He leaned down slightly, his hands cupping your face. Smiling up at him, Spencer leaned down and placed a small kiss against your lips. Your hands reached up his face, holding him close to you as he began to step away. 

“Mhm no” you mumbled against his lips, getting up as he moved back from the chair. The two of you were still holding each other and you were still kissing but you didn’t want to let go. 

“It’s only 3 days” he mumbled, his lips on yours still. 

“Spencer” you whined, he moved back towards the door and you followed him. Your arms rested over his shoulder and his hands were on your waist. “I love you” he kissed you once more, 

“I love you too” 

Returning to the living room with the mug in his hand, he made his way over to the window. He pulled the curtains open in an attempt to let some light in but was met with grey, cloudy skies instead. Spencer never minded the clouds, he wasn't a big fan of the sun nor the cold, but the rain was perfect. This was his favourite type of weather, it was not cold out but it wasn't hot either, there was a warm breeze out. Everything came to a stand still when it was like this. 

-- 

The grocery bags dragged up the stairs as you fumbled through your pocket for the keys. The sound of the record player coming from the apartment, you stopped in front of the door. Taking a moment to assess your options before opening the door. 

Best case, you had turned it on this morning and forgot to take the pin off the vinyl. Worst case, someone broke into the apartment and is waiting to kill you. 

What did you have to lose ?

The lock clicked as you turned the key, you pushed the door open and pulled the bags in with you. All the lights were off, the record player had a vinyl on it and there was a person standing by the window. The person had their back to you, they looked like a silhouette in the dull light coming from the window. 

Stepping further into the apartment, you could see the person a bit better. They wore a white shirt and grey slacks. They had a head full of brown curls, the same brown curls your love has. 

But, it couldn't be him. Could it ?

“Spencer ?” you called out, a few feet away from the person by the window. They turned towards you. 

“Spencer.” you let a breath of relief, Spencer smiled at you. “Miss me ?” he asked, you shook your head. “Always.” you smiled, Spencer gave you a small smile. He picked up the bags you left by the door and walked to the kitchen, you followed him. He began putting away the groceries, “I got it” you took the cereal box from him, “it’s okay. Can I please ?” he looked at you, you handed the box back to him. 

You watched as he put them away. “I’m gonna change, I'll be back” you let him in the kitchen and headed to the bedroom. The frame was faced down, you lifted it and put it back in its place. You changed and headed back, you needed to talk to him. 

“Spence?” you sat on the couch, he made his way over and sat beside you. “Can we talk ?” you asked, he nodded. “We can do whatever you want” he said, you sighed. 

“Why didn’t you let me come see you ? I know it was hard at first but Spencer, seriously ? I love you, I wanted to be- I should have been there for you.” You let out your feelings, you both knew this conversation was coming. It didn't matter if he got out yesterday or 20 years from now, it was going to happen. 

“I couldn’t let you see me like that y/n.”

“Like what?” 

“Rock bottom. You never need to see me like that, you understand ?” Spencer reached out and rested his hands on yours, you held his. 

“Spencer, that’s why I'm here, to help you. Rock bottom or not, I’m always gonna be here because I want to be, you understand ?” putting the emphasis on the last two words. Spencer just nodded. 

Spencer leaned into the side of the couch, you could see the sleepiness on his face. You opened your arms, he leaned forward and made himself comfortable on you. He sat between your legs, his head resting on your chest, his back against you. Spencer let out a hum as you ran your fingers through his hair. 

“I’m sorry” he mumbled. 

You leaned down and pressed a kiss on his forehead. “It's okay baby. You're home and that’s all that matters.”

---- 

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[cowboy-like-mee]

a soulmate who wasn’t meant to be

summary: y/n deals with the aftermath of harry leaving her

warnings: angst af!!!! possible ED tw 

word count: 2k

a/n: i was really sad so i started writing this to try to relieve some of the emotions built up in my body :)))))) 

this is based off the song “a soulmate who wasn’t meant to be” by jess benko. lyrics are spread throughout this in bold and italics so hopefully it isn’t too confusing!!

masterlist

Nothing hurts more than pretending like everything’s okay, when you’re falling apart on the inside. When you want nothing more than to be with your love. Hold him in your arms and give him little kisses whenever you want. Dance around the kitchen and sing songs from your youth.  

Harry. Beautiful Harry. Your boy.

He’s not yours anymore. You have to remind yourself.

You’re miserable without him, but he’s better without you. The pain of being with you was much greater than the thought of leaving you. 

So he left. 

You’ll never forgive yourself. 

Everyday seems to get worse. The days blend together. 

You fall asleep, not sleeping well. You wake up, regretfully, tired from another restless night. The day drags on, never seeming to end. You walk around like a zombie. Daydreaming about going home to the love of your life, instead going home to an empty apartment and an empty fridge.

You can’t bring yourself to eat. You can’t bring yourself to even try to watch TV. You go straight to bed and stare at the ceiling till you eventually fall asleep. And then it repeats. And repeats. Again and again and again. 

You can’t even remember what day it is. You don’t know if you’re supposed to go to work or if you’re off. You wake up anyway. Anything to distract yourself from the never ending cycle of numbness and loneliness. Self loathing and empty stomachs. The nagging feeling in the back of your mind telling you things could have been different.

Maybe if you had done things a little different. Maybe if you had smiled a little more. Laughed at a few more of his jokes or hugged him a little bit tighter. Maybe if you had started accepting his offer to go on walks with him. Or watched a few more movies with him.

 If you could go back you would never say no to anything he requested. 

You would gladly sit through any of the god awful romantic comedies he’s obsessed with. Or drink the terrible black coffee he has every morning. 

But no. Things change and people change. You drifted apart. You’ll never have him again. The giggles and late night love making. Him singing you to sleep or washing each other’s hair in the shower. 

Sobs wrack your body for the first time in months. You hadn’t cried like this since the day he left. The memories seep back into your conscious, haunting you.

His bright green eyes flash behind your eyelids. His voice is ringing through your ears. You can feel his lips on your neck and his hands wrapped around your body. 

You stand up, shaking your head and pulling at the roots of your hair. Trying to rip the memories straight out of your brain. You’ve never felt this kind of pain. Pure anguish. The reality finally setting in that he’s gone.

He had finally had enough of you. What he once loved and adored, he loathed.

He was far too gone once you realized. You were far too selfish to realize the man you love was slowly falling out of love with you.  

“Y/N?” He had called your name gently.

“Hm?” You hummed, not looking up from your phone where you had been texting your friend for the last half an hour. 

He took a deep breath, trying not to snap. “Can we talk?”

This got your attention. You looked up, brows furrowed, and set your phone down on the couch. “What?”

“I-I...I think we should take a break.

Your heart dropped to your stomach. 

“Wh-what?” You whispered, feeling tear prick your eyes.

“I...want to take a break from each other.”

You stared at the man sitting in front of you. You noticed how different he looked from the man you fell in love with. He looked sad. He looked exhausted. You didn’t know at the time it was because of you. You thought maybe he was having a rough time with himself. But now it’s crystal clear.

 You changed. You weren’t the same woman he fell in love with. You two barely went on dates. You hadn’t had sex in months. You two hadn’t even been going to bed together. You would always go to bed first. He would sit in the living room, crying over his broken relationship. He would eventually crawl into bed, laying as far from you as possible. You hadn’t even noticed, being too caught up in your own life, not noticing your boyfriend slowly crumbling apart in front of your eyes.

So you agreed. You agreed to take a break from each other for two months. You wouldn’t date anybody or sleep with anyone, but you two had to stay apart from each other. It was easier for him than he hoped. He felt like he had freedom. He felt like he could breathe finally, not suffocating in his own home.

You had a different experience. You never realized how much you relied on him. The dishes piled up and your laundry was never washed. The fridge never got full of groceries at the beginning of the week. You had no one to cook you dinner or ask how you looked in a certain outfit. You missed him.

The two months was almost over and you had already planned out everything you were going to say. Your apology and your speech on how much you appreciated and loved him. You knew you fucked up and you knew you had to own up to your mistakes. Your negligence to him.

And then you got the call.  

Stranger, that's all I see

The piercing sound of your phone ringing cut through the silence of the apartment. You jumped in your spot on the couch, where you were folding your clothes. 

When I look into your eyes

Harry’s contact flashed across the screen. You didn't know if you should feel relieved or terrified. Did he finally have enough of this break and was ready to come running into your open arms? 

You hesitantly slid across the bottom of the screen to answer.

“Harry?” 

He cleared his throat. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey, I’ve missed you so much, Harry.”

He winced at the sentence, his eyes already beginning to water and his throat feeling tight. “Listen,  Y/N. I have something to tell you.”

A soulmate who wasn't meant to be

Your heart stops beating at the tone of his voice. “Okay...”

You heard his breathing over the line for a few heartbeats before he finally spit it out, “I’m moving back home.”

Your heart leaped put of your chest. “Harry! I’m so happy. I can’t wait to see you. I’ve reorganized a lot of our place. I’ve had a lot of free time-”

“No, Y/N. I’m moving back to England.” He cut you off. 

Your mouth hung open. A lump immediately formed in your throat. You attempted to swallow it down. “Oh.” You let out shakily, trying to hide the sound of the trembling in your voice.

“Yeah.”

You both sat in silence for a minute, not knowing what to say.

“So, when are you coming back?”

He tried to refrain from rolling his eyes. You were always so stubborn, and that was one of the things he used to love about you.

He sighed loudly, “I’m not coming back.”

“Are-are you breaking up with me, H?”

He squeezed his eye shut and shook his head. No matter how bad you are for him, he still loved you, and it still fucking hurts to do this. 

“Yes, Y/N. I’m breaking up with you.” He said as steadily as he could manage.

Stranger, who knows all my secrets

You covered your mouth with your hand to stifle the cries leaving your body. “I can’t believe you’re breaking up with me over the phone!” You yelled into the phone, unable to control your emotions any longer.

“We haven’t seen each other in months, Y/N! You should’ve known this was gonna happen eventually!”

“I thought this break was supposed to make us come out stronger, not tear us apart!”

“We’ve been torn apart for a lot longer than you think.”

You didn’t know how to reply. He was right. You just never realized it. He had been feeling this way for a long time. This was inevitable. 

“I’m so sorry, Harry. This is all my fault. I love you so much. You’re the only thing that holds me together. I know I fucked up and I ruined our relationship and everything good we had. Please, please, please, don’t do this. I'll do anything for another chance. We can take it slow. Anything. I can’t lose you, baby. You’re the love of my life. My light.”

He shakes his head and blinks away the tear threatening to spill over. “Y/N, no. I can’t keep doing this. We haven't been good for a long time. I‘m broken. I can’t keep going in circles. I need time for myself. We’ll find other people. I love you and I’ll always love you, but I can’t be with you anymore.”

You cried harder at his words. Nothing hurts more than knowing he’s leaving because you hurt him so bad. He still loves you.

The thought of Harry loving anyone else fucking hurts. The thought of him kissing another person and giving them the secret touches you used to share. You’re breathing is shallow and quick, sobs wracking your body.

“H, please. I-I can’t-”

“Goodbye, Y/N. Maybe one day in the future we can talk again, but I have to go. You’ll be okay.” He hung up. 

Can pull me apart and break my heart

You immediately tried to call him back, ready to plead with him to try again with you. 

The call didn’t go through. He blocked your number. You threw your phone across the room, hearing the glass shatter as it hit the wall then the ground. You dropped to the ground, loud cried of misery leaving your body. 

It went on like this for days, weeks. You eventually had nothing left to cry. Your mind going numb. Everything reminded you of him. His smell lingering in your once shared apartment. The stuff he ever bothered picking up still sitting around your apartment. Even looking at yourself in the mirror reminds you of him. The way he would compliment very feature on your face, making you develop the confidence he had instilled in you.

All of that leads to now. 

The empty apartment and the grumbling stomach. You can’t remember the last time you had a proper meal. Nothing wanting to stay down. 

So there you sit. In your empty home. Surrounded by long lost memories of the love you once shared with Harry. Your heart shattered into a million pieces. Feeling uncapable of ever loving again. Thinking of your lost love, thousands of miles away. Missing a piece of your soul, never to be replaced again. 

But you’ll be okay. He said you would be. 

A soulmate who wasn't meant to be

pt 2

[artyandink]

euphoria | charles xavier

5

A/N - Ash Cyrus faceclaim: Jessy Hartel

Ash Cyrus theme: Titanium by Madilyn Bailey

Charles Xavier theme: Centuries by Fall Out Boy

Chyrus / Xyrus theme: I Like Me Better by Anthony De La Torre and Lana Condor

“Ash? Can we talk?” The receiver looked up from her book, seeing Raven at the door in her natural form, upset. Ash gestured to the foot of the bed, sitting back as Raven sank down onto it, crossing her legs. “What’s wrong?” Ash asked, concerned, closing the book, inserting a bookmark in. “Do you think we’ll ever be accepted?” Her yellow eyes pleaded for an answer, one that she could accept. “I know that if I say ‘yes’, I’d be lying to you.” She said gravely, remembering what happened to her when she was younger, “People who can’t hide their abilities, however beautiful they are, like yours, will always be shunned in one way or the other.” “Did that happen to you? I’m sorry, you don’t have to confide in me.” “Oh no, it’s quite alright. When my sister Jean and I were little, my powers started showing. My parents, they were terrified, and didn’t know what I was. So in an attempt to ‘knock the weirdness out’, they beat me. And I couldn’t tell Jean what was going on, because it would break her. But she’d notice the bruises a little, no matter how much I covered it up, saying that I had been in a fight or I tripped; she knew me too well. And when Jean found out what was happening, they got rid of me. Cast me out onto the streets because they were afraid. I fended for myself, for a few years at most. After that, I met Jean again. She kept on coming back to find me, and I tried everything in my power to make her feel like she wasn’t lost. But when the police found out about me, I had to run, and left her wondering whether I’d come back. And with that, I changed my name and pursued a life where I knew no one would find me. Until Charles came along.” She confessed, tears stinging her eyes. Raven listened, wide eyed, completely shocked. She thought that Ash would have been treated differently. Whenever they all were hanging together, she was always cracking jokes and sharing books that she’d written or read, much to the others’ interest. But alone… she had no idea what she was like. But she did now. “Why does Charles always regard you as extraordinary? Every one of us are as special as the other and he sees you as the best. I‘m sorry if I sound jealous.” She questioned, seething at the thought. “I think that he’s never met anyone who can block him out first try. I can tell that he‘s never had to think about whether people think that your eyes or skin are abnormal because his mutation is inside his head. And he’s seen my memories, experienced what it was like, I think he thinks of me as fragile, so he essentially handles me with care.” Ash explained, her voice wobbling and breaking. She hurt inside. More than anyone knew. Losing her parents after she gained her powers, then she lost Jean. Her powers were a curse, no matter how many times Charles praised them. “And, if you don’t mind me asking, what was your name before you changed it?” “Ashlynn Harriet Cyrus Grey.” “I’m sorry if I was asking too much about your life. I can tell it hurts.” She got up to leave, Ash following. “No, it’s fine. You can always talk to me, my door’s always open, metaphorically.” Softly shutting the door, Ash sank down on the bed, loosening her hair and feeling the emotions flood back in. The familiar hot tears trickled down her face like a waterfall, the cool blackness of her closed eyelids doing justice to the stinging pain in her eyes. “You’re so extraordinary, Ash.” Charles’s hand stroked her cheek, a goofy, lovesick grin on his face as he stared directly into Ash’s eyes, inching closer by the second. “I’m not as brilliant as you say, Charles.” Ash whispered in return, in a trance, her fingers absent-mindedly playing with his hair. “I beg to differ. You’re smart, strong, beautiful, and your eyes drive me crazy.” He leaned forward, joining their lips together like two pieces in a puzzle, threading his fingers with the strands of her long hair.

“Miss Cyrus.” “Miss Cyrus!” Ash awoke with a jerk, coming into close proximity with Charles Xavier himself, already being in his suit. “Come on, we have to suit up.” He held out his hand, the smaller one grasping it, pulling her up. “I’ll be there.” She replied, picking up her comb and running it swiftly through her hair. “Raven left you a little something so you won’t get cold, it’s in your closet.” When he left, Ash opened the closet to find a note. I can’t wait to see the look on Charles’ face when he realises this is his jacket. He never used it and it’ll look better on you. Raven. Ash took out a red leather jacket that matched her suit colour, trying to imagine Charles wearing it. Suiting up, she shrugged on the jacket and left, meeting the others in the dock, earning wolf whistles from Alex. “Quiet, Alex.” Charles snapped, walking closer and bending by her ear, “Is that my jacket?” “Raven said you never wore it.” “It looks better on you, if I’m being honest.” Hank arrived, but he was blue, furry and had fangs. “Hank!” “It didn’t attack the cells. It enhanced them.” He confessed, ashamed, until Ash’s voice pierced the air. “Hank, don’t you see? It did normalise your cells.” “This is who you’re meant to be. No more hiding.” Raven continued in awe. “Never looked better, man.” Erik praised before being lifted into the air, Hank’s hand around his throat. “Don’t mock me.” He growled, tightening his claws. “Hank!” Raven cried, forcing him to drop Erik. “It actually looks pretty badass. I’ve got a new name for you. Beast.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They were all sitting in the plane, having just swerved out of the way of the missile. “Alright. The plan is: Banshee, you’re going to locate Shaw. Then Erik, you’ll pull him to the surface. Force him to show himself.” Ash explained, pointing outside. “And if it comes to the worst, Miss Cyrus, Havok, you go out there and blow the missiles to hell. Or another option, mass hypnosis.” “I can’t do mass hypnosis. I’ve never done it before.” She replied wide-eyed. “Yes, you can. Your hypnosis has no limits. You can do it. Hank, level the bloody plane!” He prepared Banshee, talking to him. “Miss Cyrus, I want you to be ready. Remember, you’re stronger than you could ever imagine.” When the plane collapsed, Havok, Beast and Banshee set off to warn the ships, Erik went for Shaw while Mystique guarded the door. Ash stayed behind, unable to help. “Ash, we need you out there. We can’t do this without you.” Moira bent in front of her, pleading as Charles screamed loudly in pain, his mind still connected to Shaw. “I can’t. I’ll hurt you all.” Ash refused, curling up into a ball. “Miss Cyrus, I’ve lost my hold on Shaw. Erik murdered him, and now he’ll be going for the military. He has Shaw’s helmet that prevents me from talking to him, and the others have metal on them. If you take off the necklace, knife and gun then he has no hold over you. Miss Cyrus, we need you. We need Firestar.” Those words triggered something inside Ash. She dropped her jacket, pulling out the gun, knife and took off her necklace, giving it to Charles as she stepped outside, the fire circling round her fists as her eyes glowed red, scarlet, fiery streaks dominating the front strands of her hair, a whip made of flame forming in her hand. “Fascinating. She’s reaching a whole new stage of her powers. It’s beautiful. She’s beautiful.” Magneto flew out of the ship, dropping a dead Shaw at their feet. He trained his eye on Ash, observing how she looked ready to fight, knowing that she would be the hardest to move out of the way. “Today, our fighting stops! Take off your blinders, brothers and sisters. The real enemy is out there. I feel their guns moving in the water, their metal targeting us. Americans, Soviets, humans. United in their fear of the unknown. The Neanderthal is running scared, my fellow mutants! Go ahead, Charles. Tell me I'm wrong.” “I will.” Ash stepped forward, the mutants converging behind her, “There are people worth saving on those ships! They are not our enemy. Those people on those

ships are facing the unknown and they are scared, and they have a right to be! We were scared when we gained our mutations! We didn’t know how to control them and neither do they. But as long as you present a threat, Erik, they aren’t the villain.” She looked back at Moira, who was attempting to radio the ships, “You are.” The missiles launched towards them, Erik putting his hand out and freezing them midair, turning them around. “Erik, you said yourself, we're the better men. This is the time to prove it.” No response. “There are thousands of men on those ships. Good, honest, innocent men!” Still none. “They're just following orders.” Erik turned, eyes flashing. “I’ve been at the mercy of men just following orders. Not anymore.” Charles tackled him to the floor as the missiles hurtled towards USA and the Soviets, letting them drop. “Miss Cyrus! Do it!” Fireballs were launched at the missiles, melting the bullets completely as Erik lifted his hand again, deflecting what he could reach. However, it headed straight for Charles. Noticing it, Ash ran forward, throwing herself in front of Charles, the sharp pain of the bullet piercing her abdomen. Charles saw Ash there, falling to the ground and clutching her stomach, blood visible when she pulled her hand away. “Miss Cyrus…” Charles wept, falling to his knees beside her, gently cradling her in his arms. Erik couldn’t bear to see either Ash nor Charles in pain like this. So he turned to Moira, her necklace closing in around her neck, choking her. “This is your fault. You did this.” He snarled, closing his fist tighter to restrict her airways. “No.” He let Moira go, turning to Ash, who had her hand outstretched. “She didn’t do this.” She coughed, almost tasting blood, “You did.” “They want us all to turn on each other. That’s why I need you two on my side. Join me, Charles, Ash.” Defiance and pain riddled Charles’s gaze, looking between Ash and Erik. “No. I’m not leaving her.” He decided, threading his fingers through Ash’s hands. “This society won't accept us. We form our own. The humans have played their hand. Now we get ready to play ours. Who's with me? No more hiding.” Azazel, Angel and Riptide joined him. Raven looked in question at Charles, wondering if she should join Erik. “You should go with him. It's what you want.” Charles decided, smiling reassuringly. “You promised you’d never read my mind.” “I promised you a great deal of things, I’m afraid.” Raven bent down next to Ash, placing a kiss on her temple. “Take care of her.” When they disappeared, they all ran for Ash, dropping down beside her. “I’m sorry, Miss Cyrus. This is my fault.” Charles cried, tears falling from his face down onto Ash’s cheeks. “I’m going to live. No need to get all sentimental.” They started laughing, drying the tears from their eyes. “I love you.” He confessed, laying his forehead on hers, staring into her eyes. “I love you too. Now can I get to a doctor?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“How are you holding up, Miss Cyrus?” Charles was walking with Ash towards Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, Moira in tow. “I’m doing fine, Charles, and I think we’re beyond you calling me Miss Cyrus. It’s Ash.” Ash replied, grinning, relishing Charles’s touch, his arm tenderly round her waist. “Or should I say Ashlynn Harriet Cyrus Grey?” He cheekily revealed, looking down at her. “You read my mind?” “Even better. Raven told me.” “Well, at least as soon as Charles gives the heads up you can start your interview. I’m sure the CIA will love you.” Moira smiled, clutching some papers in her hand. “CIA?” Charles questioned, worried. “The CIA are opening up a spot for a MSO, Mutant Special Operative. I thought that Ash would be a perfect fit, so I recommended her. The CIA want her right away.” “Is that right?” Charles put his fingers to his temple, letting Moira drop. “You erased her memory, didn’t you?” He nodded, nodding to Hank, who took her away. “I’m afraid I have to. CIA will be very thorough in questioning. Don’t worry, I shan’t erase yours. And, in fact, there was something I wanted to tell you.” They stopped walking, turning to each other. “What?” “Raven once asked me what it was I saw in you, what was it that made you so special in my eyes. I’ve been waiting for a chance to answer that question, and I think that I have an answer.” “What is it?” “You’re not afraid to sacrifice yourself for others. You’re extraordinary in every way, how you think, feel, you‘re different. You’ve suffered beyond people’s knowledge, understand people in a way that no one else can and you’re beautiful for it. I didn’t want to say that you’re kind, compassionate, smart, anything that could sound horribly cliché because not even those words that fit you so well could describe how truly, undefinably marvellous you truly are. You’re an enigma, Ash Cyrus, and I love you for that. It’s you, it’ll always be you.” He cupped her face, joining their lips like two pieces in a puzzle, the ferocity and passion exactly like Ash’s dream as she grasped at the nape of his neck, his right hand gently grasping her waist as if she were the most precious treasure and would break at the slightest amount of pressure.

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“Moira! Guess who became the first MSO of the CIA?” Ash walked in, wearing a red leather jacket, her necklace twinkling in the rays from the window. “Oh my gosh! That’s amazing news, I knew they would accept you!” Moira cried, hugging her. “That’s not all. The CIA is opening a new division, the Mutant Specialisation Unit. And they want us both to lead it. So they gave us this.” She held out two badges, both of them embossed with Co-Director of the MSU. Pouring two drinks, they clinked them together before sipping. “To the new leaders of the MSU.” “Ash, that’s such a beautiful necklace, and a stylish jacket. Where’d you get it from? I’m envious.” Moira gasped, putting her hand to her neck. Ash held the pendant in her fingers, turning it over. “I don’t know. The necklace... I was always wearing it. I found the jacket in my closet, but I don’t know who gave it to me. But it feels… important to me. As if it’s meant to remind me of someone, but I don’t know who.” Charles strode through the garden of his school, fiddling with the ring on his finger. He knew that what he did was wrong. But somehow, he knew that Ash was happy, and that was all that mattered.

A/N

And that is Euphoria! I’m definitely continuing this, and I’m sorry if you guys are a fan of the original Professor X, but I like to differentiate between canon so I will be making some changes! Sorry! Check out the next book, Philia, which will continue in X-Men: Apocalypse!

[anantaru]

IMPORTANT, this is going to be long (re. complaining about writers/quality of fics):

i‘m going to touch on that subject just this once (the people who follow me know i normally dislike any form of discourse strongly) because of numerous asks i got about a post that has being going around regarding the "current" genshin writers content being lazy and bluntly said, bad.

i‘m not going to link the post here because i don‘t want to give that person any attention at all since i‘m pretty sure that‘s the only thing they‘re trying to achieve. In my honest opinion they sounded pretty desperate, as if they’re mad their works don’t get enough votes etc. Also the fact they said stuff like that on a spam account??? i suppose they were scared of posting it on their real account which is plain embarrassing and literally blows my mind. Their wording kinda looked familiar to me too which freaks me even more out and makes me want to softblock every single person because i‘m just plain scared of being mutuals with a piece of dirt like that. more under the cut.

so what they pointed out was that most writers re-use adjectives and that most posts sound like they‘re coming out of a factory. When i got that post of them sent into my askbox i read through it and i felt heavily targetted since i post a lot and focus more on headcanons which are naturally shorter. I‘m going to say this once:

-> i, yoru, in no way think i‘m a SUPER DUPER talented writer with outstanding skills etc. like i never ever said that. People who follow me know exactly that i only write for funsies and because i‘m bored. I have huge respect and admiration for writers who write longer fics that are like 10k+ words long like jesus, you guys fucking rock! i could never because i prefer writing headcanons and i‘m not the best at writing things which need build up which is again, totally okay!

i don‘t have to be good at this, for fucks sake this is tumblr, we‘re all just a bunch of people on this platform who‘re horny for that 2d dick and just write our thoughts out and have fun thirsting over them, or at least that‘s what i thought so.

when i write, i do it because i love it, i might be bored or even horny and type out what i‘m thinking about at the moment and once i‘m done i feel a huge seratonin boost, i love writing. I don‘t care if you like my stuff or not, quite frankly you can just block my account. It‘s sad to see that so many adults on here are the most immature bunch i have seen in my entire life it‘s honestly concerning.

you‘re a grown adult, why do you care about what another person writes? Like jesus fucking christ get a life, why are you so pressed. Honestly when i read that person‘s post i bursted out laughing at first, they sounded so desperate for attention and likes/votes whatever which they probably don‘t get on their fics lolol. They weren‘t even saying that from their real account, but from a shitposting one which only implies on how fucking embarrassing their ass is.

not to mention that they even said "some writers might buy interactions on their posts" bruh what? do you even listen to yourself. How dare you just disregard someone‘s work like that. You claim you‘re a writer yourself yet the way you‘re acting just implies you‘re an awful human being with no morals or anything else. Get a fucking life, leave writers alone and let them write whatever their heart desires, it‘s not that deep so stop making it deep.

in the end i‘m just speechless and weirded out, if i softblock any of my moots its because i‘m growing paranoid, the fact that their wording kinda looked similar as if i‘ve seen it before is freaking me out so fucking much.

before i leave this one last thing -> If you got a problem with a writer, BLOCK THEM.