#my friend gave me a hard time about it after-

[summertimesadnessirl]

Sometimes I think it's like...

Cis people also put a lot of effort into passing.

Or we're encouraged to feel weird about not meeting gender based expectations socially?

I don't know if it's dysphoria, it's not fair to use that word.

I literally am cis and I have felt, in my life, all the time, that I'm not a "real" woman in some way. Not in a way where like, I feel cool and empowered by the idea of being without gender. I thought maybe that was it at one point. Like "maybe I'm trans. I get along better with male friends who aren't attracted to me and treat me like one of the guys. I get along well with trans people and I find some gender based expectations really hard." I don't think I am, because I can understand the idea of wanting to do drag or not talk about your gender online but when I think of people misgendering me when I am not doing those things it feels really bad.

But? Like? That feeling is taught to you when you're a kid. It never goes away. Your body isn't gender dimorphic enough. People don't treat you like they treat the other people of your gender. They are all confused by things you do. Things they do confuse you.

In my case I decided I'm just otherkin. I don't talk about it much. People take it the wrong way. I am not like the other people, even the other people with a lot of my mental health diagnoses, because I'm secretly not a human being like they are. My mom wanted a baby and came home for lunch because she was ovulating, and it was someone else who wasn't my father and they weren't human and they didn't want me but they impregnated her. They suck for leaving me. Whatever. It's fine for everyone to feel like I don't fit because they're another species and they let me live here in their community but we misunderstand each other all the time. I try not to creep them out if they aren't mean.

But like... why do you think all those "femininity coach" "feminine energy" people are radicalizing so many cis women? Why is that the title of "the feminine mystique?" Men definitely deal with that, too. Cis people don't stop being insecure about their gender identity just because they are cis.

So that's part of it.

But also like?

When you first meet a nb person specifically, you're like ???

Suddenly you realize how many things you say and do have a gendered component in your brain.

Like in animal crossing?

The og animal crossing gave you the choice of saying

"Isn't it cute?" Or "Isn't it cool?" To tell the game your gender.

Isn't that weird? Like?

I didn't realize that's what the question meant, because it didn't say, and then I kind of felt insane for like a week after. Like???

Cool and cute. If you think of it as a question like "each one of these means a gender" you know which they mean is which. But if you just objectively say "do you think your name is cool or cute?" Why would someone think that? Also how do I immediately know which is which when you tell me cool and cute are the two genders?

I was a kid. They didn't have stuff about gender all over the internet then.

This was brand new information.

It was like...

Baby's first non dualism.

Idk.

People don't realize how much of manners is based on the person's gender unless they actually think about it.

And the older people are, the more important manners are to them.

Probably if they are not evil, you can just tell them how to do manners for you and they will leave you alone. Which isn't a good solution but that's the problem for people who aren't evil.

Okay but can anyone articulate the mindset that leads older people to feel like they NEED to know people's gender identity all the time? Like what's going on there

[dixonsbrat]

── .✦ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃? ┆ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ; after weeks of visiting the video store in the hopes of catching steve’s attention, it seems that your efforts weren’t entirely pointless.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; steve harrington x fem!reader , fluff , steve being oblivious and robin on her queen shit getting things done.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ; 1.8k .ᐟ

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ; love me some ditzy nervous stevie <33

“y/n, hey!” robin waves the second you enter the small video store, the smell of freshly cleaned carpet and plastic invading your senses. you and the other girl were quick to become friends, getting on over your shared love for certain movies. "what are we in the mood for today?"

“i’m not sure, but... i do need to return this.” you smile, gesturing to the tape in your hand, and she bounds towards you, leaving behind her trolley of already returned tapes.

“follow me and i will get steve to take care of you… as always.” a roguish grin takes over her features, and she leads you towards the counter where steve was currently on the phone.

it was no secret to robin that you had been fawning over the boy for some time now, even going as far as to make extra trips to the store just to see him, but she swore with scouts honour that she wouldn’t tell him. it didn’t come as much of a shock to her though, most of the girls that came in just wanted to stare at him, but not you — you actually wanted to get to know him.

for weeks you had been trying to get his attention, trying to figure out if he was the least bit interested in you, but to no avail. sure, he would joke around and act flirty, but he did that with most of the girls that would come in. you were no different.

however, what you didn’t know was that every saturday afternoon, steve would purposely sit by the front counter just in the hopes that you would walk through the door. he would tell robin that it was his turn to take over the returns and man the phones, but she knew better than to believe him. he just wanted to make sure he was the one that got to serve you if, and when, you decided to come in, and every time that you did, he did.

as you approach the counter, you can’t help but admire steve as he’s visibly lost in the conversation he was having. he was certainly a sight for sore eyes. what with his chocolate locks brushed out of his face as a few loose strands fell across his forehead. he was wearing a sweater that was unbuttoned at the top, giving the smallest glimpse of his chest and the mound of hair that now grew upon it.

the phone was tucked between his ear and shoulder as he leaned over the counter, idly fiddling with a silver slinky. he was yet to look up at you, but you didn't mind, it gave you a few extra moments to admire him.

“oi, dingus!” robin pulls the cord far enough away to fly back and hit him in the face. “we have customers, you know?”

“robin, what the f-” he retorts, his face scrunching with annoyance, but the second he sees you standing beside her, he wastes no time in hanging up the phone.

he couldn't believe he had missed you walk in. he had been so distracted by dustin talking about his stupid club that he had completely zoned out.

“y/n, hey. what can, i, uh, d-do for you?” he smiles, but it falters for a ghost of a second, and he swallows hard.

ribin snickers, rolling her eyes as she walks away, “okay, that’s my cue to go take my lunch break.”

you chuckle softly at the girl, knowing well enough that she just wanted to leave the two of you alone. when you look back at the boy, he's already staring at you, and he stammers for a second, “just returning this for today.”

“fast times…” steve’s voice fades off as you place the tape on the counter and a breathy laugh escapes him.

“yeah... and don’t worry. i didn’t pause it at 53 minutes and 5 seconds.” you narrow your eyes at him slightly, referring to the inside joke robin had told you about, as a smirk plays on your lips, and you lean across the opposite side of the counter.

steve opens his mouth to talk, but nothing comes out other than an incoherent mumble as his mouth forms an 'o', before he says, "okay."

he continues to check the movie back into the system, his eyes grazing over you every few seconds as you gaze around the store. the sun was shining in through the front windows, illuminating your features as it danced across your skin. steve was at a loss as to how someone so beautiful could ever exist.

you truly were an enigma, and he so desperately wanted to be the one to figure you out.

the first time he saw you, you were standing in the third aisle, wearing a deep green sweater and browsing the horror section. he was intrigued by your choice of movies, bringing ‘a nightmare on elm street’ and ‘baby it’s you’ to the front counter. you were smiling, but it wasn’t animated like most of the girls he had to deal with.

you were the breath of fresh air in the tainted town of hawkins that he had been so desperately looking for.

“you're not hiring another movie today?” his brows pinch together with confusion. you’d never not choose another movie to take home.

you shake your no, “uh, no.”

he shakes his head, and says, “what? you’re not impressed with what we have in stock?."

“oh, no. it’s not that.”

“good. because i was a little worried we were losing one of our favourite customers for a second there.” the words come out so fast that steve doesn’t acknowledge what he had said until it was too late, and his eyes widen with realisation.

“favourite customer, huh?” you rest your chin in your hand and gaze up at the boy, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

you watch as he shuffles awkwardly on his feet and then laughs nervously, "yeah. robin! she, uh, she's really fond of you."

a small silence ensues as he continues checking in your movie, and your heart begins to thrum loudly in your ears. so loud that you were finding it hard to remain calm as you watched him type away on the computer.

was he being extra flirty, or were you just imagining it?

"alright, you are good to go," he turns back to you, placing his hands on the counter and leaning forward. "though, there is one slight problem."

"yeah? and what’s that?"

"it's just... i can't have you leaving here empty handed, can i?" he cocks his head to the side, brows raised as a devilish grin dangled on the corner of his lips.

"well, then..." you heave a deep sigh, eyes fixed on him as you pull back a little. "what would you recommend?"

his face lights up, and he gleams at you, snapping his fingers as he backs away to head toward the shelves. he immediately starts rummaging through the array of videotapes in search of something he thought you would enjoy when he pulls out 'the breakfast club'.

scrunching up your nose, you shake your head, "seen it."

"yeah, you're right. super popular movie." he nods and returns to his search. his fingers hover over 'risky business' but the second he starts to pull it out, he puts it right back. "how about this?" he hands you a tape, your fingers just grazing one another's and the sudden contact takes you by surprise.

the already rapid beating of your heart fastens as your breath catches in your throat, and you quickly take the tape. pulling your eyes away, you scan over the video to see it was another you had seen and hand it back.

disappointed, he nods and places the video back on the shelf, but instead of returning to his search this time, he knocks his fist on the top of the shelf for a second and then exhales deeply. he was tired of constantly second-guessing himself, wondering if there was even a slight chance that you liked him too. it had been driving him crazy not knowing, and he was at his whits end.

"steve, are you okay?" you ask, apprehensive as to why he was suddenly acting a little weird now.

"i, uh, i just-" he gets cut off when something flies at his head and a grape falls to the floor in front of him. screwing up his face, he turns to see robin sticking her head over the shelf a couple of aisles away. "what the hell, robin?"

"would you please just stop wasting the girl's time and ask her out already!" she exclaims and shoves a couple of grapes into her mouth.

"robin!" he proclaims, his jaw tensing as he closes his eyes momentarily.

"what? i'm doing you a favour. she likes you too!"

"robin!" this time her name leaves your lips.

"oh my god, seriously the two of you are so oblivious it’s driving me crazy.” she groans, and throws another grape in your direction.

inhaling deeply, steve slowly turns back to you with softened eyes as your chest fell and rose with rapid breaths. he looked almost apologetic as he now met your gaze, and your body stiffened.

"is that true?" he asks with disbelief.

"i mean... yeah..." you shrug, removing your gaze to look at the ground, and when you look back up, his eyes are boring into you. "you really think i kept coming in here just to rent movies?"

steve lowers his head and scratches at the back of his neck nervously. he couldn't believe the words that had just fallen from your mouth. sure, he had hoped that you felt the same way about him, that he did you, but to have you stand before him and practically admit it, he was over the moon.

"really?" he asks softly, brows upturned with hope.

"yeah, really. i know that makes me a total loser, but-"

"no. no, it doesn't." he starts to laugh, his shoulders shaking as he does.

jutting your bottom lip out, you say, "then why are you laughing at me?"

"because you're so damn cute," his remark causes the air in your throat to catch once again, and he takes a step toward you.

though before he can get so much as a syllable out another grape hits him in the back of the head, "ask her out already!"

"can't you see that that's what i'm trying to do?" he lifts his arms in irritation, shaking his head, as he turns back to you once more. "let's try this again," he rolls his eyes. "would you... like to go out with me some time?"

you pause with bewilderment, a nervous smile causing your lip to quiver slightly before nodding, "j'd like that, but only if you promise no more movies!"

"deal."

[myth1cs]

Formula of Love (Myoui Mina x M!Reader)

Starting off the new year with Mina smut.

Word Count: 2,895

"Alright class I'll start handing back your tests."

"Y/N what do you think you got on the test?"

"I don't know Dahyun. I didn't really understand this unit."

Mina came up to your desk and handed your test upside down.

"I got an A plus Y/N! How about you?"

You turned your test over and saw your grade. "A 76%"

"So close, only a few points away from getting a B."

"I know, I'll do better on the unit exam. It's in 2 weeks right?"

"Actually it's this Friday."

"This Friday?! I'll have to ask Mrs. Myoui for help after class ends."

"Want me to wait for you?"

You and Dahyun were great friends and would walk back home together every day. On the days either you or Dahyun got sick then both of you would face time in order to still get the same experience as if the other was there.

Usually you would say yes but you didn't want to make Dahyun wait long on the occasion that you would talk to Mina for a prolonged period of time.

"No, you can go ahead and walk home. I might be talking with Mrs. Myoui for a while."

"Are you sure? We never walk home without each other."

"I'm positive."

"Alright fine."

Dahyun seemed a bit upset at your decision. But you tried to overlook it.

Class ended and Dahyun gave you a wave before she left.

"Is there something I can help you with Y/N?"

You looked at Mina and hesitated to talk with her. You were never on good terms with any teacher and Mina was no different. She wasn't a strict teacher per say but she wasn't lenient.

"Mrs. Myoui can you help me with the names of bones?"

"You want me to tutor you?"

"Yeah ... should I not?"

"No it's not that. It's just that no student has ever asked me to tutor them. You're the first, but let's not get into the details I'm more than happy to help you. So what are you struggling with?"

"I just don't think that staring at a diagram that lists the names is really helping me. Is there any other way you could teach me?"

Mina sat in her chair thinking for a moment.

An idea came into her head and you suddenly felt a shiver go down your spine. Though the air conditioner wasn't on high and the windows weren't open so you weren't sure exactly what caused it.

Mina got up from her chair and stood behind you. "Maybe it'll help you if I point it to it on you. Are you okay with that?"

The thought of having your teacher have her hands on you made your cock a little hard. You shifted your legs to cover it so Mina wouldn't notice.

"Y-yeah that's fine."

Mina hummed at your answer and placed her hands on you. Her hands roamed your body initially which elicited a low whimper from you. She took notice and smiled to herself.

"Alright let's start Y/N. You feel where my finger is now? That's your frontal bone, and this right here is your temporal bone."

"Mhm I understand."

"That's good."

Her hands slid down your body slowly. You started fidgeting with your hands trying your best to keep explicit thoughts away. She is your teacher after all you shouldn't be having such thoughts.

Mina wasn't stupid, she knew what exactly what she was doing. She was attracted to you since you first walked into the classroom at the beginning of the year. But you were her student and she was your teacher so she never acted on it.

But whenever she saw you always talking with Dahyun every day she got jealous. She started trying to get you away from her "Y/N why don't you work with Felix today?" she asked you once. You gave her the response of "Me and Dahyun always work together." ever since she's been trying to get you to herself but she has never found a good opportunity. Until Now.

"Y/N this is your sternum got it?"

"Yes."

She enjoyed watching you act this way. Your body betrayed you, it reacted with every touch she made on you. And she was getting a kick out of it.

Mina positioned herself closer to you to the point that you could feel her hot breath on you. Her lips extremely close to your ears brushing them occasionally.

She grabbed your hand "Do you feel this part of your wrist? They're called the carpal bones. And these are your metacarpal bones. Maybe feeling them on someone else would help, try feeling my hand."

It was a sloppy excuse. She just wanted you to hold her hand and she knew she was taking a risk with this. If you reported her to the administration she would get fired. If she was really unlucky she might get a charge against her.

However you were starting to catch feelings for your teacher and took her up on that offer. Reaching out your hand for Mina's you felt around her hands.

"They're so soft."

"What was that Y/N?"

She heard exactly what you said.

"N-nothing."

"Know what this bone is called?"

"The thumbs distal phalanx?"

"Correct, you're really proficient at this."

"Thank you Mrs. Myoui."

Mina wanted to take the situation to the next level. But she was still in school, it was to risky to further the current situation. She needed to get you out of the school.

"Why don't we continue this at my home?"

"You want me to go to your house?"

"Yeah, school will close soon and I want to continue this tutoring session."

"Th - that's fine."

You were a bit turned on by the thought of your teacher inviting you to her house. Mina saw the hunger in your eyes and wasn't going to miss her chance of doing more with you.

She wrote down her address and a piece of paper and handed it to you. "This is where I live, come over at five."

You nodded and headed out of the classroom. As you left school you saw Dahyun.

"Y/N! I was wondering when you would show up. What took so long?"

"Dahyun?! I thought I told you to go home without me."

"I know but I wasn't about to break tradition. What's on the paper you're holding?"

"Nothing! Come on let's just walk home."

-

It was almost time for you to go over to Mina's house. You told your parents that you were going to hang out at Dahyun's house.

"This should be the place." You double checked the address and made sure you were at Mina's house. And indeed you were.

Stepping up and knocking on the door you waited while fidgeting with your fingers.

After a few seconds the door opened "Y/N glad you could make it. Come in and sit on the couch."

It felt weird being at your teachers house but as long as it was with Mina you weren't complaining.

"Before we continue where we left off do you want anything? Maybe some food?"

You were hungry but you didn't want to bother Mina.

"I'm fine really."

Just as you said that your stomach growled.

"Don't be like that Y/N. I insist, let me make you something."

"No seriously-"

"I'm making you an omelette with ketchup."

You sighed, there was no changing her mind "Fine."

Mina went to the kitchen and started making you food while you sat on the couch unsure of what you should be doing.

"Come here to the kitchen Y/N. You can talk to me while I cook you your food."

Making your way to the kitchen you stood next to Mina.

"So are you keeping your grades up in your other classes Y/N?"

"Yes Mrs. Myoui, it's stressful but I manage."

"Drop the Mrs. Myoui it's too formal. While we're outside of school you can call me Mina."

"No really I shouldn't."

"Please Y/N just do it." She grabbed your face and made you look at her in the eyes.

"Call me Mina."

Her eyes mesmerized you. Looking at her face made you feel hot and it took all your will power to not look at her lips.

"Okay ... Mina."

"See isn't that so much better?"

"Mhm"

She took her hands off you which made you a little disappointed. She went back to cooking an omelette for you.

It took only a few minutes before she finished cooking your food. Putting it on the table for you to eat.

"Here's the ketchup Y/N."

"Thank you, Mina."

You poured the ketchup on your omelette and started to eat it.

"You're a great cook Mina."

"Thank you Y/N. To be honest I kind of winged it."

As you were eating you noticed that Mina stopped talking. You looked over at her to see her leaning on her hand staring at you. When she noticed that you figured out that she was staring at you she quickly pretended to get on her phone.

You weren't much of a confrontational person yourself so you didn't bring it up.

After you finished you got up to wash your plate but Mina stopped you.

"No Y/N I'll get it for you."

"Well I'm the guest so I shouldn't bother you."

"Well your my guest so I should be the one making sure your comfortable and feel welcomed so I should be taking care of you."

She snatched the plate out of your hands and went to the sink to wash it.

After she finished washing your plate she led you back to the living room to resume her tutoring session.

"Are you ready Y/N?"

"I'm ready."

Once again putting her hands back on your body you felt your heartbeat faster.

"You feel this Y/N? This part of your forearm is called the ulna, and this is called the radius."

She moved her hands to a spot more dangerous. They were extremely close to your cock and you were scared she would notice you getting hard.

"This part of your hip bone is the ilium."

Her hands were now pushed up against your cock.

"Around this area is where your sacrum is."

Your breath was getting heavy. You were imagining the most erotic things in your mind and your bulge was becoming more and more visible.

"Mina I get it, can you move your hand."

"But I'm not done yet Y/N I still have more to teach you."

"I already understand it."

"Getting a refresher wouldn't hurt."

Mina decided to be a little bold and put her hand around your cock.

"You're taking health class right?"

"Yes."

"What was this part of the male body called? I forgot."

"T-th-the penis."

"You're also learning about the female body right?"

"Yeah."

"Do you understand it?"

"Well ... not really but I'm learning."

"How would you feel if I helped you with learning about the female body?"

"But I thought you were going to teach me about the names of the bones in the body."

"I'm a teacher so I should teach you about everything you need help with."

"Oh okay."

"I'll take off my clothes so you can see it for yourself. You're okay with it right?"

"That's fine."

Mina started to strip off her clothes. It was slow and if you didn't know any better you would say she was trying to tease you with her body. But your teacher Mina wouldn't do such a thing ... right?

She took off her shirt and pants leaving her in just her bra and panties. You stared at her bare body for a bit but quickly turned away.

"Look at me Y/N. It's the best way to learn, you can't learn if you don't look."

Hesitantly, you turned to Mina. She looked you in the eyes and smiled at you before she continued stripping.

She tossed her bra and panties at you. You flinched as you felt them touch you but more importantly you couldn't take your eyes off the body off your teacher.

Her breasts, body, those eyes everything attracted you to her.

"You should also strip two Y/N."

"But Mina-"

"Do it for me."

Well who are you to disobey her? You listened to her and stripped off your clothing. Your clothed cock popped out from its constraints.

Mina licked her lips.

She walked over to you and grabbed her breasts. "These are breasts, go ahead and feel them."

You would be lying if you said you didn't want to but part of you didn't want to believe that this was real.

"Are you sure?"

"Go ahead Y/N this is for your education."

Taking your hands and placing them on Mina's breasts you felt how soft they were. You kneaded them brushing your thumbs over her sensitive nipples making her let out a low moan.

"Ah~ keep going Y/N."

You kept going at it. Continuously squishing them and molding them how you wanted. It made you extremely hard. You didn't want to stop there though so you decided to put your face up to her breasts and felt the softness across your face.

Unable to help yourself you licked her breast. You licked so much they were sopping wet, you licked everywhere and you felt Mina shudder every time you licked her nipples.

"So good keep going darling."

"Mina you taste amazing."

"Darling while I'm 'teaching' you privately, call me mommy."

"You want me to call you mommy?"

"Yes darling if you do I'll give you bonus points on your unit exam."

"Yes mommy."

Mina pushed you further into her breast turned on by the word you called her. It wasn't just that though she was also being turned on by the idea of fucking her student knowing she could be punished for this if she was ever caught doing so but she didn't care at the moment. The only thing on her mind at the moment was having some amazing sex.

Your hands reached to Mina's butt and squished her flesh.

"Darling do your hands have a different idea?"

You simply nodded at her.

"May I fuck your ass mommy?"

"Since you asked nicely I'll let you do whatever you want with me. And that includes cumming, don't worry darling I got my tubes tied so you won't have to worry about becoming a father."

Mina bent over for you displaying her perfect ass for you.

Unable to help yourself you swiftly inserted your hard cock deep into her ass screwing up her insides.

"Slow down darling! It hurts when you enter too quickly."

"But mommy I really want you! How can I hold myself back against someone who is as beautiful as you?"

You pulled out and thrusted yourself back into Mina's ass. Leaning down to kiss her neck in order to get her mind off the pain.

"Y/N I know your hormones are acting up but you have to slow down or you'll cum early. We should make the moment last as long as possible."

"Ugh fine I'll slow down." You weren't happy about it but you understood her points. And she was right, you did want this moment to last as long as possible.

Your thrusts became slow and you continued to kiss Mina's neck. She let out low moans as you reached over to grab her breasts. Your cock twitched inside of Mina. You pulled out and put yourself inside of her pussy.

"Darling you're really stretching me out so good."

"You're squeezing me so tight mommy!

"I bet you're girlfriend could never fuck you this good."

"My girlfriend?"

"Aren't you and Dahyun dating each other?"

"What? No, we're just friends."

"But you both hang out together all the ti-"

"Mommy I'm going to cum!"

"Wh-what? Hurry up and cum then!"

You pushed your cock deep into Mina's pussy and spewed out all your cum onto her pussy.

"Gah~ you feel so good I want to cum all over you."

"Pull out Y/N."

You obeyed and pulled out of her tight pussy. Mina turned around and started to suck your sensitive cock.

"Mina your mouth is so wet and warm."

"You don't taste half bad."

She continued to suck your cock in a sloppy manner. You moaned loudly because of her. Your moans echoed throughout Mina's whole house.

You came again inside of her mouth. Though it was a much smaller load. "Your cum tastes so good. You have to feed me this every day from now on!"

Mina laid down on the couch and you laid on her resting your head on her soft breasts.

"What time do you have to be home?"

"I think 30 more minutes before my parents get suspicious."

"Then let's rest up for 5 minutes then we'll continue."

-

The next morning you were walking to school with Dahyun.

"So how did your tutoring session with Mrs. Myoui go?"

"Mom- uhm, I mean Mrs. Myoui did a great job. I really learned a lot from her."

"Really? Well I'm glad you were able to actually learn."

"Yeah ... she took more of a physical approach and that helped a lot."

"Hey Y/N can I ask you something?"

"What's up?"

"Can I be your girlfriend?"

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Starring: You Mina, Dahyun (Twice) Felix (Stray Kids)

[pppeachyyys]

*ೃ༄ bllk boys + cliche love tropes!

ft: isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, mikage reo

✩ what cliche love trope are the blue lock boys?

female reader, so much fluff, i got a lil lazy..., hc + small drabble!!

ISAGI YOICHI - childhood friends to lovers 

✩ everything is a "do together" activity. this includes (and is not limited to) throwing woodchips in the playground, studying, eating bentoes, sleeping, even taking baths.

✩ naturally, you both are very protective of each other!! the years of bonding gave you two an unbreakable connection.

✩ had fake marriage ceremony behind the slides in the playground, and you both just kind of stuck to the idea of "husband and wife" ever since. (you were both 6)

✩ despite it being so long, isagi still gets so flustered around you!! he has that sweet grin every time he greets you in the morning. 

✩ always waits outside your door to walk together to school. sometimes when it's cold, he'll even offer his extra scarf for you, wrapping it around your face.

✩ when people ask about you, hes so quick to simply go "oh, n/n? we're gonna get married for real one day!" with that cute smile and blush.

✩ it even gets to a point where when he goes pro, he ALWAYS makes sure to mention your name in every single interview.

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sweat dribbles down to isagi's chin, his chest heavy, rising up and down in attempt to catch the oxygen he's so desperate for. despite it not even being 30 minutes after one of his biggest games, he's getting bombarded with the press and their eggy questions.

the man closest to him raises his mic towards isagi and the cameras zero in on the two. it's hard to hear his voice due to the pumping of blood through his veins, but he manages to catch the basic idea. 

"who are the people who have supported you to becoming the star player of the game today?"

isagi is quick to think of one particular person. despite feeling absolutely milked, a smile forms on his face. with heavy breathing, he replies, "well, obviously my parents and my teammates, they always pushed me to be better and improve, but there's a special girl out there who has always been my biggest supporter." 

the crowd audibly coos, the flashes simply getting even brighter. isagi can tell that everyone is begging for him to continue, so he does, his desire to brag about you growing. 

"she's always been there for me, watching me since i managed to find my love for soccer. and  i don't think i could be here if it wasn't for her." he ponders if he should say the next sentence, but the swell of his heart overtakes his brain.

"thank you, y/n. and when i come back home, i'll make sure you're the happiest girl in the world."

ITOSHI RIN - forced proximity

✩ when i say forced, IM TALKING FORCED!! like- you're the foreign exchange student living in his own house!

✩ at first, its awkward. little word is exchanged between you two, and the only interaction you get is a simple "it's your turn to shower" or "come down to eat dinner". 

✩ he also never walks with you to school either despite living in the same house and attending the same school.

✩ eventually, you're convinced that you're never going to befriend rin, but a small upbringing makes you realize that he's just shy and closed off.

✩ once you slowly gain understanding of rin's true character, it's a little easier to talk to him. and even he starts to warm up a little.

✩ living in the same house brings so many opportunities and it's impossible to avoid not getting close!!! 

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a fun fact you've learned about rin is that he is always on schedule and has a strict routine. this includes everything from his well kept diet, sleeping at 9pm sharp, and even his devoted time to reading a book for 30 minutes once it hits 7pm.

everything about his life has set rules and orders, and once again, this includes his showers. 

it's not like you're purposefully trying to learn what he does every minute of the day, it's just that he's so prominent with his ritual that you simply learn it without realizing. after eating dinner, he always thanks his mother for the meal. then he heads towards the bathroom to wash up for exactly 45 minutes and heads over to tell you the bath is free at 6:50 on the dot. 

so why is it taking longer than usual today?

for some odd reason, you're worried. rin has practically mastered his way of living and to think that he's behind on something as simple as a shower makes you wonder if he decided to drown himself in the sink. should you check up on him? you guys aren't close like that but you can't help but stand up and make a beeline to where the shower is.

you hesitantly knock on the door. "uh... rin? you okay? it's been pretty long since you've been in there." 

it's silent for a few seconds until the door clicks. you're met with the sight of messy wet black hair, grey sweatpants hung low, and a white tee that simply adds to the masculinity of rin. 

at this time, you also remember that the boy you're temporarily living with is jaw droppingly handsome, and you can't help but avoid eye contact. 

"sorry, we ran out of shampoo so i had to replace it."

his response is short. simple. you just nod and let him pass, still trying to refresh your brain. you're confused. has he always been so charming?

MIKAGE REO - loser bf and cool gf / shikimori is not just a cutie trope

✩ yeah, your boyfriend is pretty cool, but he's not as cool as you!

✩ you're KNOWN to do good at everything and also look absolutely stunning while doing it.

✩ sure, reo is popular. people are fawning over him 24/7 and so many people wish they could be him. but behind that facade, he's truly reduced to a love struck loser who is completely whipped for his girlfriend.

✩ i mean- you can't blame him! you're always there to save the day for him.

✩ he somehow forgot his notes (he's usually an organized person)? you have yours to share! he forgot how to tie his own tie for some odd reason? don't worry, you can always tidy him up!

✩ he realizes that ever since you guys started dating, he's simply turned into a lost puppy without your aid. and honestly, he's okay with that.

✩ he's still the confident, talented, charming guy as always. it's just that he would rather let you save him and take him far away to a distant land.

↳

reo comfortably situates himself next to you, the grass of his schools soccer field tickling his ankles. he's lost in listening to your rambling and also staring at your face, simply smiling whenever you would look at him mid rant.

in fact, he's so far gone that he fails to notice the screams of people on the field warning the both of you of a soccer ball on it's way to decimate you both, and he also fails to notice that you catch on to the warnings. 

"reo, watch out!" practically in slow motion you yell, using your hands to push him onto the ground and then lifting them to catch the ball (which was going at an unreasonable crazy speed) smoothly onto your palms. 

he blinks once. twice. the shock factor has made it hard for him to process what just happened and he can only stare as you return the ball back to whoever. he watches as you return back to him, your fingers reaching to brush away his lilac hair.

you help lift him back up. "are you okay reo? that ball was moving so fast, i thought we were both gonna be dead!" your fretting makes reo smile. 

"well, i'm just fine, knowing you're always there to save me."

[meetmypointlessaddiction]

let me chase your demons away | l.howlett

First post of the New Year, hoping to write bigger and better things this year :)

Summary: Logan struggles to sleep... but not when you're around

Warnings: nightmares and panic attacks

Pairings: leaning more towards a fem!reader

Enjoy and please like and comment if you do. Something as simple as an emoji literally makes my day better so please don't hesitate to comment and obviously reblog to share my work.

Requests are also open if there is anything that people want me to write 💛

Logan had struggled with nightmares for as long as he could remember. Up until now, there had never been anything that could prevent the neverending terror loop his brain played on a night. Up until you.

You hadn’t been at the school long, Charles had invited you to come and teach English to some of the younger students, but Logan could tell there was something about you, something about your scent that made him relax. Your sleeping habits were just as messed up as his meaning that, whenever you both found yourself unable to sleep, you would both end up on the couch in the mansion’s living room, watching shitty movies to try and tempt you both to sleep. More often than not, it worked for Logan but little did you know that it wasn’t the mind numbing films or the peaceful silence, it was your company. 

For weeks, Logan would simply allow himself to fall asleep on the sofa beside you and it was the best night’s sleep he would have all week. He would ensure there was a good amount of distance between the two of you, not confident enough that he wouldn’t have a nightmare and go all Wolverine on you. You would wait until he fell asleep and then arrange his legs and neck comfortably on the couch, laying the thick blanket over him and then heading off to bed. 

When you were out on a mission or away from the mansion on a long period of time, Logan would have many nightmares. Nightmares meant a sleep deprived Logan and a sleep deprived Logan meant suffering for everyone else in the mansion. One night in particular, snow was falling heavily when Logan went to sleep and you were out of town, visiting some friends in a nearby village meaning a nightmare was 100% guaranteed. Snow was hard enough for Logan to manage, reminding him of Stryker and the physical and mental toll he went through. 

He woke with a start, his chest heaving and feeling tight, dripping sweat and struggling to concentrate on taking deep breaths. He didn’t know why it occurred to him but for some reason his first instinct was to call you so that’s what he did, not even considering the late hour, knowing that you were more than likely awake. 

In the next village over, your phone buzzing interrupted the conversation you and your friends were having over a bottle of wine. “Who’s calling you at this time?” Your friend, Georgia, asked with a smirk. 

“You got a secret boyfriend, you’re hiding from us?” Faith nudged you with a cheeky grin but you just gave them a half smile, standing and excusing yourself to take the call. 

“Logan? Has something happened?” You asked down the phone, alarmed by the heavy breathing and almost whimpers you could hear. 

“I-I think I’m havin’ a heart attack bub.” He said and you knew from then what was wrong. Since when does the Wolverine have heart attacks?

“Logan, you’re having a panic attack honey. You need to take deep breaths, sit yourself down and stop pacing, okay? Are you sat?” You asked and heard the creak of a bedframe as the man grumbled an affirmative. “Alright, in through your nose and out through your mouth. It’ll pass, Logan, I promise.” 

After a couple of minutes, his breathing began to even out the amount of noise he was making reduced. “I… sorry for interrupting your evenin’.” He ended the call quickly and you were left standing in the hall of your friends house, confused. Why did he call you out of everyone?

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A few days later, upon your return from your friend's house, Logan pulled you aside with a stern look on his face. “What happened the other night, didn't. Understand? Forget it.” 

You look at him, confused and slightly insulted. “What? You think I’m going to tell someone or something? You think I think of you any less because of it?” Your protest seemed to throw Logan off guard and he looked at you with wide eyes and his mouth slightly agape. “I don’t know who you think I am, Logan but that’s not the type of person I am.” 

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For the next few nights, Logan didn’t go downstairs to sit with you on the couch and watch shitty films, didn’t allow himself to bask in the comfort your company gave him. Instead, he suffered on minimal sleep and caffeine, causing headaches for everyone around him and snapping at every minor inconvenience in his life. 

Eventually, you grew tired of it and grabbed him by his forearm just as he was about to head to bed, dragging him towards the couch. “Everyone’s tired of your shit, Logan. Sit on the damn couch, watch a movie with me and sleep.” You demanded, pushing him to his side of the couch and putting the blanket over him before plopping yourself down at your side, closer than the pair of you would normally sit. Logan resisted for as long as he could but pure exhaustion gave him no other choice than to relax and sleep. His eyes fell shut and within minutes he was asleep, snoring and drool coming from his mouth. However, instead of going off to bed like you normally would, you rested your head against his shoulder and let yourself doze off. 

When the students and teachers of the school began waking up and racing downstairs to fight for the tv, they all fell silent at the sight of the notoriously grumpy Wolverine cuddled up with the cute English teacher, his face pressed into your hair as he spooned you, deep snores emanating for the man. Storm and Jean ushered the children out of the living room, telling them to leave the pair of you to rest for a little while longer while Scott immediately found a camera to take a photo to tease Logan with as soon as he woke up.

Dividers: @coolcatsgraphics

I'm also on A03 :)

[giddyfatherchris]

A movie i've seen before III

pairing. bang chan x f!reader

type. not requested, a little fluff and a whole lot of angst

warnings. f!reader, crying, relationships issues, trust issues, angst angst ANGST

wc. 4k

a/n. here we go part 3!! this one will be rough LMAO it took me so long to write it and it made me so angsty when i did buuuuuut i kinda love it and ive been having a whole lot of fun writing sm angst even though im so nervous to post this since its not in my "usual" style… anyway i hope you’ll enjoy mwah xx oh and! i love to listen to music when im writing and reading so here’s a few song i had on repeat while writing this: guilty as sin - taylor swift, ceilings - lizzy mcalpine, i wish i hated you - ariana grande (in this order specifically!)

dont forget to tell me if you want to be added to the tag list for the next part x

part I part II

(pics are not mine! credit to the owners!)

The streets were softly illuminated. Restaurants and little bars were stuffed with people laughing and enjoying the gorgeous night. You looked around and felt a wave of glee wash over you. You loved people-watching, the freedom of the soft wind dancing through your hair, and most of all, you loved being here with him.

Rehearsals had been a flying success. The boys had been so excited to see some of their friends and the day flew by in a second. When you returned to the hotel, you should have been exhausted from such an intense and packed day. Still, all you felt was excitement and energy course through your blood at the prospect of the coming evening. Once you made sure the other boys were settled, they all encouraged you to go out, have some fun, and take advantage of being in the famous French city. Even Felix gave you an encouraging smile as you headed out, Chan by your side.

At first, he had been reluctant about your night out with his leader. He was scared for your heart. At the same time, he knew how hard you always worked and as he helped you decide on an outfit, he realized it had been a long time since he saw you this excited. So despite his reserves, he helped you figure out a cute outfit with a genuine smile. You deserved to enjoy the city and have fun after all your hard work. No matter what would come out of this night, he would be there for you and that's what mattered the most.

Even though you had spent the last few weeks making sure you kept a certain distance between you and the man at your side, you decided not to care about it tonight. You were tired, extenuated from trying to guard your heart. Chan's attitude in the past few weeks seemed different. Maybe Felix was wrong, perhaps he was ready for something more. So tonight you would be yourself, and enjoy whatever happened. You decided you deserved it. So you didn't refrain from doing anything you might have done before or wanted to do now. You let Chan hold your hand as you walked through the city. You let him hand-feed you a bite of his plate as you chatted in the restaurant. You let him take pictures of you as you walked near the Seine, an honest smile on your lips. You didn't hold back from replacing his curls once the wind had disheveled them. You didn't hold back from laying your head on his shoulder as you looked at the magical view.

You hadn't noticed, but every little touch or attention planted seeds of hope in your heart.

In return, Chan seemed to beam at the returned normalcy of your relationship. He was more touchy than ever, a sparkle illuminating his eyes as he made jokes with the sole purpose of gorging himself on the sight of the adorable crinkles around your eyes. He shivered at the feather-light touch of your fingers on him when you made sure he looked perfect for some pictures he intended to post on Instagram for his dear STAYs. You gave a toothy grin as you pinched his cheeks before stepping away for more pictures. He didn't hesitate before asking a stranger with a broken French if they could snap one of you two. An amused light danced in your eyes, and you took a sharp breath when you felt his hand slide on your hips, bringing you closer to him for the picture. You lifted your eyes for a millisecond, a foreign but gentle expression on your face. He looked at you with the softest, most tender smile, before you gave him one in return, and rested your head and hand on his chest. You could swear you felt the thundering beat of his heart beneath his shirt. Or maybe you were mistaking it for your own, reverberating in your whole body.

"Vous êtes très mignons," complimented the stranger with a kind smile and a subtle wink.

You thanked him with rosy cheeks, not daring to comment. Chan came up behind you, asking what the stranger had said exactly, but you barely registered the words as you looked at the pictures on your phone. They were stunning. The lights, the view, but most strikingly, the way you looked together. Your heart skipped a beat as you swiped to see the picture the man had taken when you weren't posed yet. When you were still looking at Chan with that surprised and delighted expression and he was looking at you like you were the most precious thing on earth. He saw the picture and put his hand on your shoulders.

"They're beautiful," he said in a hushed voice as if the emotion currently gripping you had its claws dug deep in him too.

You looked back at him with a smile, trying to slow the fast pace of your beating heart. Ancient fears tried grabbing at your heart, but you pushed them away, holding on to your promise. He nodded towards the street, encouraging you to keep walking. His hand grabbed yours effortlessly and squeezed once before he started to walk. Soon, the Eiffel Tower appeared, and you couldn't hold a gasp from escaping your lips.

It was beautiful, stark on the starry night sky, illuminated like a beacon in the dark. Chan chuckled at your marvel and looked fondly at you as you ushered him to walk faster.

You settled on a park bench, his arm going around your shoulders as you cuddled into his side.

"This is perfect," you whispered after a moment of silent contemplation.

"It is," he answered, his lips so close that if he moved a little they would connect with your forehead.

"I'm really happy to be here with you. Thank you for everything."

The man's heart tightened at your words. "No, thank you," his words felt choked and you backed away enough to face him. "You are so amazing. You're the best at handling us and you’re you're so organized. I don't know how we would deal without you and I don't mean just at work. You're truly such a special person to us... to me." Stars danced in your eyes as you looked at him, so open, so inviting. "Thank you for being in my life. I don't know what I would do without you." Softly his lips touched your forehead in a tender kiss. You closed your eyes relishing in the warmth they spread on your skin. Never before had he been so honest about his feelings in your regard. The little declaration made your heart beat even faster. Seeds of hope were slowly blossoming into small, delicate flowers. Maybe, just maybe your proximity tonight meant more for him than you imagined.

Your eyes stayed closed even as he pulled away, even as he softly stroked the side of your face with his thumb. You were so scared to open them, terrified to know what would happen, what you would read on his angelic face. He brought you closer, so close you could feel his breath mingling with yours. You waited, incapable of opening your eyes.

"Y/n," he uttered softly. "Please, look at me."

You obeyed, softly batting your eyelashes, and felt electrified as the intensity contained in his eyes struck you. His gaze slowly tumbled to your soft lips, slightly opened, puffing each breath. His eyes came back up a second with a silent question. You knew he would not do anything before you said yes and it made your heart bloom as you nodded imperceptibly. And just like that, he linked his plush lips with yours. It was earth-shattering in a soft and shaking to the core way.

You backed away for a second to catch your breath and this time was the one to lift your hand, softly pulling at his shirt as you kissed him once more. This second kiss was still soft, but so deep, so full of emotions. It made your hands tremble. You moved in tandem, both the only people in the world who knew the rhythm of this foreign dance. The kiss made you feel tingly like nothing else maintained you to the earth except for his hands on your cheek and his lips on yours. It grew, both of you wanting, needing more. Your hands went up to his jaw, softly caressing the soft skin there, the skin you had wished to touch so many times. A low grumble echoed in his chest, the vibration almost making you purr back. You separated softly, slowly, stealing little kisses before resting your foreheads together, catching your breaths. His thumb fell on your bottom lip, softly plucking it apart from the top one. He was enthralled by the shallow breath you exhaled. Slowly, but surely you remembered where you were. You remembered you were sitting on a bench in France, and you realized you had just kissed. Panic slowly spread through your gaze, threatening to overpower the feeling of daze you had been previously bathed in. He noticed and a shadow seemed to pass in his eyes but before you could analyze it or say something he kissed your lips again. You had no idea what that little peck meant, and he didn't seem to know either but still, he smiled.

"You want to go back?" he whispered, his head still pressed to yours. You nodded quickly and took his hand as you walked back, your mind racing even as it clawed to stay in the daze it had been in for the whole night.

He held your hand on the way back until you felt its warmth leave yours to replace a few errant strands of his hair and didn't find it again. You tried not overthinking. He was allowed not to touch you at all times even after you had shared a kiss. And the fact that he had been all over you all night and suddenly wouldn't hold your hand didn't mean anything, right? You tried reasoning with yourself but couldn't deny that the sudden loss of his touch made an insidious cold creep into your bones.

As you approached the hotel and entered the lobby, Chan was so very polite and cordial. He kept his gaze straight forward and gave a polite smile to the few staff you encountered but didn't say a word to you. Long gone was the laid-back and giggly man you had spent the evening with. The ride in the elevator was silent, and not the kind of comfortable one you had experienced so many times. This one was heavy, full of meaning. You could feel regret emanating from his every gesture. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes but you held on, not wanting him to know how much this affected you.

Felix had warned you that Chan did not have the space in his life for a partner. You knew it, but still, you allowed yourself to let down your guard, and enjoy your time with him. What happened tonight could never happen again. The way this sole kiss had made you feel was to be used as a warning. If one night with him, carefree, had made you feel such a way... you had to keep your distance and be careful. If you let this go on, it would destroy you. You knew it now. Doing this tonight was a mistake because you didn't just like him. You were incontestably in love with Christopher Chan Bahng. And he wasn't and couldn't be because of everything he was.

He walked you to your room and stopped in front of the door. With your hand on the handle, you looked back at him, trying and failing to hide the pain in your eyes.

"Y/n, about tonight I-..." he started.

"Don't," you breathed out. "I know Chan. It won't happen again. I know it didn't mean anything." He shuffled in place, not even denying your claim. Your heart crumpled in pieces, nausea seizing you. "Don't worry about it," you finally whispered as you closed the door on him, on the possibility of him and everything he meant to you.

The little light of hope you felt earlier had been brutally put out. Delicate flowers ripped from their soil with an all-encompassing pain.

You got up the next day feeling like you had been ran over by a truck. Usually, you were a fast and heavy sleeper, but insomnia had seized you until the late hours of the night. But concert day would show you no pity. You had a job to do, and so you plastered a smile on your face and focused on the tasks at hand. You concentrated on compartmentalizing and acting like nothing happened, telling the boys about your amazing night, while omitting the kiss. The show went splendidly well, the boys gained many new supporters with this performance it was nothing short of a flying success. You struggled to feel anything as they smiled at you and spoke excitedly on the drive back to the airport. Once on the plane, you watched Chan sit down with a sour feeling in your chest. In the next row, Felix signaled for you to sit next to him but you couldn't. You hadn't told him the truth about your night, you weren't ready to face the possible 'I told you so' or worse, his tender compassion. Spotting an empty seat beside Minho, you stopped in front of him. "Can I sit here?" At his questioning look you allowed him to see an ounce of the sadness you carried. "Please, I just... don't want to be disturbed," you shared in a small voice.

Immediately his eyes took on a protective expression, he nodded and patted the window seat next to him. Relieved to know no one would get past your protector, you allowed sleep to swallow you and your pain, only waking up once you landed in Korea.

Cars sporadically zoomed by, their lights blinding you and making your eyes squeeze in pain, which actually wasn't that bad a thing considering how tired you were. The zaps of light were at least keeping you awake. The intense few days had taken a great toll on everyone, and the 12-hour flight on top did not help. Still, being the best one in shape you volunteered to drive. Chan in the passenger seat silently stared out the window while the boys were piled up in the back, sleeping peacefully.

You rubbed your eyes for the tenth time, hoping to finally get rid of the fatigue weighing on your bones that made your eyelids feel so damn heavy.

"If you're tired, I can drive."

You turned your head to find Chan staring at you. "I'm fine."

"I don't think you are. You have been rubbing your eyes and puffing for 20 minutes now. I got plenty of rest, I can drive the rest of the way."

You tightened your grip on the wheel, "I told you I didn't need you to."

"It's dangerous to drive when you're tired."

"Are you done?!" you lashed out. Turning your head to look at him you swerved on the road. Luckily there hadn't been any other cars, but your heart was beating out of your chest and you suddenly felt wide awake.

Chan stared at you with wide eyes for a second. "Okay, that's it. Pull over."

"No-"

"Y/n. Right now you're putting yourself and my members in danger. I can't allow that."

The sternness of his tone and a look in the mirror at the boys made you pull begrudgingly. You slammed the door and avoided his eyes while you switched sides. He tried to get ahold of you to apologize, but you pulled back as if the contact of his hands on your skin burned you.

"Y/n what's going on?"

"What's going on is that I'm tired. I'm exhausted," you sarcastically chuckled.

He wiped his eyes and sighed. "Listen, I get that but we all are."

You tried to bite your tongue to stop the words from coming out of your mouth but in the end, you couldn't. Maybe it was the extreme fatigue or emotional turmoil you had been going through for the past few weeks but you simply couldn't. You heard yourself speak words you never thought you would. "No. I mean that being in love with you is exhausting."

His arms slackened at his sides as his eyes grew big as saucers.

"You heard me right. I am in love with you. I should have known before, but our night in Paris confirmed that."

"Y/n... I can't give you or anyone anything more, specifically because of that. Being with me is exhausting. I already know that."

Irritation lit a fire in your blood. You were so done with this stupid man and his stupid beliefs that made him act like some fucking martyr, like the center of his soul was the problem while it had never been.

"Can you please stop? I'm tired of hearing you whine about how exhausting you are. No. It's not the actual loving you that's exhausting. You are lovable Chris as much as anyone else and to me even more than others. What's been exhausting is those past few weeks, this night we spent together. It's officially knowing you will never be able to return my feelings but knowing you still acted like you could. Holding my hand, looking at me with that smile. Telling me those nice things. Kissing me like I'm the best thing in your life. It's you playing with me that's killing me."

Tears of rage started rolling down your cheeks and for once you didn't want to keep them in. You wanted him to see how much pain he caused you.

"I never played with you I promise. I really do like you and enjoy being with you. That was never fake."

You let out an icy, short laugh. "And you think that makes it better? That is the definition of playing with someone Chan. A minute ago you told me you couldn't give me anything more. Now you're saying you meant everything. You're admitting to doing all those things even though you knew you never wanted more. And don't try to lie and tell me you were doing this for me or to try and see if you could actually be with me. You only did it for yourself, with your interests in mind. You wanted what I can give you without actually committing."

He dropped his gaze to the floor, unable to keep eye contact with you. He seemed defeated and his silence was nothing short of a confirmation of everything you accused him of. For the first time a word you would have never used in a thousand years to describe him came to mind. You took a step closer, forcing him to look into your eyes.

"I'm pretty sure you enjoy being with me. Everyone wants to be loved, and feel they matter but you act like you don't because you're afraid of what it entails. You're a coward," you seethed. "You build this wall around you, pretending you don't want anyone to love you the way you love them because you want to protect them, because you are just so noble and kind." You paused and scoffed, allowing time for your words to sink in. "But the truth is you're just scared. You're scared shitless Christopher. Scared not to be enough. Scared to be rejected. Scared to experience pain and loss. Everyone, and I do mean EVERYONE is scared of those things. The difference is we still try."

You took another step, your hands floating up to his face. "I know it means more to love you than it would mean to experience pain and fear." His face contorted as he tried to keep in tears. Your rage softened for a second and you rested your hand on his broad chest. Immediately his hand covered up yours. He took a breath, on the edge of saying something but you wouldn't allow it.

"At least that's what I used to believe." You slipped your hands from his and backed away. "I don't think I can anymore. Not when I have been shown so clearly that my feelings are not respected and understood for what they truly are. I love you, Chris. All I want to do is support and be there for you. I thought you just needed me to prove the depth of my love and I did so for the past year. I thought it would reassure you and kill that fear in your heart. I always thought you were such a kind and loving soul, that you just needed to see I really did love you for all you are. Now I'm starting to think maybe you are as emotionless as you try to make it seem to everyone." His brows furrowed at the accusation. "And you know what? I could even forgive that. I could forgive you if this was how you felt and you were honest with me about it. But no. You keep acting like you can one day return my feelings. You keep stringing me along." Your voice broke on the last words. It was hard to admit the truth. He had broken you in ways you could never explain. You were vulnerable, pathetically screaming at him from the side of the road. But you wouldn't stop. Now that you allowed yourself to be honest, words kept tumbling out of your mouth uncontrollably. You felt a rush to your head, you felt dizzy, feverish. "And you know what's the worst about it? I know about all of this and still, I can't even get rid of those stupid feelings. I wish I could trust myself not to fall further in love with you but I can't. Every time I see you it all comes back. I can't forget your stupid smile and your stupid dimples and your stupid hugs and that stupid kiss we shared."

A deep breath escaped your tired body. "I wish I hated you."

Those tiny, hushed-out words felt like a direct punch to the gut. Physically incapable of speaking, your words echoed in his head eclipsing any other thoughts.

You drew a painful breath. It was over. You said what needed to be said. And even if it did feel good in the moment, you were left an empty shell. Silently, you both got back in the car. Chan took your place in the driver seat while you sat with your hood pulled up facing the window. In the back, seven boys acted as if they were still asleep even when they had heard everything.

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[oldsoul007]

patience

javier peña x reader

summary: javier, your coworker is always trying to take you out but you know his reputation

disclaimer: blood, kissing, reader is referred to as baby by javier

Javier Peña had a reputation—a reputation that preceded him wherever he went. He was the charming, confident DEA agent who could sweet-talk anyone and make them believe he was their best friend, their confidant, or even their lover. In a world dominated by drug cartels, violence, and danger, Javier’s heart was the one thing he never gave away freely. He was a playboy, but there was something about you that made him want to break his own rules.

Y/n was the exact opposite of the women Javier usually went after. She wasn’t impressed by his flirtations or the dangerous life he led. A brilliant agent in her own right, y/n worked alongside Javier in the fight against the Colombian cartels. She was tough, focused, and knew exactly how to handle herself in a crisis.

But Javier wasn’t going to let a little thing like that stop him. Day after day, he tried his best to get under her skin, to make her smile, to win her over.

“Y/n,” he said one afternoon, leaning against the desk where I was sifting through paperwork. “You and I, we should get dinner tonight. There’s a place downtown. I hear the wine’s smooth.”

I didn’t look up from my papers. “I don’t have time for dinner, Peña. We have a case to solve.”

Javier smirked, knowing he’d heard this answer before. “You’re breaking my fucking heart, baby. I thought we were friends.”

My eyes finally met his, but there was no softness in them. “We are friends, Javier. But I’m not going to let you distract me from what’s important. And what did I tell you about calling me that.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Distract you? I’m just offering a little fun. You work too hard, y/n.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I replied, the faintest of smiles tugging at my lips.

Javier leaned in closer, his voice dropping. “You deserve more than just work, y/n. You deserve someone who can show you the good things in life. Don’t tell me you’re not curious about what we could have.”

I stood up then, taking a deep breath. “I’m curious, Javier. But I’m not interested. Not like that.”

He watched me walk away, his heart skipping a beat. He wasn’t used to hearing “no.” But he’d never been one to give up either.

Javier was doing his usual thing—teasing, pushing me with his flirtatious remarks, “Come on, baby, stop pretending you’re not into the idea of going out with me. I know you want to.”

I rolled my eyes, but there was that playful spark in my gaze. “Yeah, right. As if you’re actually someone I’d be interested in.” I crossed my arms, keeping him at a distance, but it was clear I was enjoying the banter.

He chuckled, leaning in just a little closer. “Come on, stop playing hard to get. Everyone knows you like the chase.”

I raised an eyebrow, a sly smile curling on my lips. But then, without warning, I stepped forward, closing the space between us so quickly that he barely had time to react. For a second, it felt like I was going to kiss him. My breath was warm against his skin, my eyes locked on his, the tension thick in the air.

Javier’s heart skipped a beat, his pulse racing. Was this it? Was she finally giving in?

Instead, my lips barely brushed the air near his, my voice soft but teasing, “You really think you’ve got me all figured out, don’t you?” I leaned in even closer, just enough to make him feel like he was on the edge of something, but then pulled back, my smirk widening as I watched him swallow hard.

“I’ll keep you guessing, Javi,” I said, my tone light but with a challenge in my eyes. “If you want me, you’re going to have to do better than that.”

And with that, I turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, frozen, trying to shake the feeling that maybe—just maybe—I was actually playing him.

Over the next few weeks, our banter became almost routine. Javier would flirt, I would dismiss him, and the cycle would continue. But there was something more between us—something unspoken.

Late one evening, we found ourselves working late at the office, going through surveillance footage from a drug bust. The dim lights and the quiet hum of the air conditioning created an intimate atmosphere. As the hours passed, we grew more comfortable with each other, the usual tension between them fading into something else—something softer, more honest.

“Do you ever get tired of this?” I asked suddenly, my eyes still glued to the screen. “The constant chase. The risk. The lives we’ve lost.”

Javier paused, his gaze drifting to me. He had been asked similar questions before, but something in the way I phrased it made him think harder. “Every day,” he admitted. “But we do what we have to do. The world doesn’t stop for anyone.”

I nodded slowly, my fingers tapping nervously on the desk. “I get it. But sometimes, I wish I could just walk away from it all. Find something… simpler.”

Javier took a step closer, sensing the vulnerability in my words. “And what would that be, y/n? A life without all this chaos?”

I hesitated, my eyes meeting his. For the briefest moment, the air between us felt charged, the chemistry undeniable. I wanted to say something—anything—that might acknowledge the tension, but I held back. I always held back.

But then, Javier’s voice softened. “I think I could show you something better than this life, if you let me.”

For the first time, I didn’t respond with my usual coldness. I met his gaze, my heart beating just a little faster than normal. “Javier, don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

He smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Baby, I never break my promises.”

Days turned into weeks, and the tension between them only grew. Javier still pursued me relentlessly, but it wasn’t just about winning anymore. Somewhere along the way, he had begun to care for her, to want her in a way he hadn’t expected. He couldn’t explain it, but there was something about y/n that made him want to be better.

And then, one night, everything changed.

We were in the middle of a raid, tracking a cartel boss. The operation had gone south, and gunfire erupted from all directions. In the chaos, Javier and me found ourselves separated from the rest of us team. Javier pushed me behind cover, taking the brunt of the bullets as he shielded me.

“Stay down, y/n!” he shouted, his voice barely audible over the roar of gunfire. “I’ll cover you!”

But as he turned to return fire, a sharp pain exploded in his side. He staggered but didn’t fall, his hand gripping his bulletproof vest where the impact had struck.

My heart skipped a beat. “Javier!” I screamed, rushing to his side. I saw the blood trickling down the side of his shirt, but I didn’t care about the details. I only cared about the man in front of me.

“I’m fine, fuck that hurts.” he said with a weak grin, his hand on my arm as he steadied himself. “It’s just the vest. I’m good.”

But I wasn’t convinced. The sight of him hurt, the fear of losing him—she couldn’t breathe.

“You idiot,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

Javier reached up, cupping my face with his bloodied hand. “You’re breaking my heart, baby,” he said with a faint chuckle. “But it’s worth it. Every damn minute of it.”

I didn’t say anything. Instead, I kissed him—softly, quickly, as if I were afraid the moment would slip away. But it wasn’t the kiss of a colleague or even a friend. It was the kiss of someone who had been holding back for too long, someone who had finally realized that we couldn’t keep saying no.

When we broke apart, Javier looked at me with surprise and something more—something that made his heart race. “You just kissed me,” he whispered.

My face flushed, but I smiled. “Maybe I did.”

“About time,” he said, pulling me into a hug. “Took you long enough.”

I chuckled, my voice thick with emotion. “I was just waiting for the right moment.”

Javier grinned, his eyes lighting up. “Well, baby, I’m not going anywhere. The right moment is now.”

In the weeks that followed, our relationship blossomed. We worked together, fought together, and when the dust settled, we found comfort in each other’s arms. No longer was it about the chase or the game. It was real, and it was ours.

Javier had always been the playboy, the heartbreaker, the one who never stayed for long. But for me, he was everything I had been waiting for. And when he said, “You’re breaking my heart, baby,” I realized, maybe, just maybe, I was breaking his too.

But this time, neither of us was going anywhere.

[bruhnze]

Personal Records - Chapter 6

Summary: Uh yeah.. chapters 1-5 are on AO3.. sorry about all of that.. i uhm, that was quite out of character for me.. and I regret doing it

Warnings: Angst, heavy on the angst.. i was in a sad mood. But happy endings eventually, cus u know me :)

Wordcount: 4k - thinking about shorter chapters onwards

It had been one of – if not – the worst days of Lucy’s life…

months earlier they had started a process that had led up to this.. here sitting in a white office at a desk across from a guy nearing 60 wearing a white coat. Their mood, Ona had been there too by the way, yeah, Ona had been there too. Their mood, had done a horrifying one eighty in the span of seconds. With good news they had entered that office that day, only for Lucy to come out of that office completely crushed. It had almost been the worst new that had could come that day… almost Lucy had to remind herself. Because Ona was still there. Maybe she should be grateful she was gay,  had even been a thought spinning through her mind. Because what the doctor had told them that day. Or well, reproductive endocrinologist, as the fucker had introduced himself as.

No, she shouldn’t blame him. ‘’Sorry,’’ Lucy cleared her throat and went for a tissue on the coffee table infront of her, ‘’uhm, I don’t really know how to begin.’’

The psychologist infront of her smiled, empathetically, though Lucy hadn’t even looked at her face long enough this session to have noticed. She had made the appointment after Ona had shared with her that she wanted a third child. At the time, that morning in bed.. now a bit more then a week ago, she had smiled at Ona, saying they’d have to think about it. During the following days Ona had pointed out stuff, like she’d done during her first pregnancy – Oh look at that cute baby, oh that’s a nice stroller, its got a cup holder, or, aw see Lucy come see this video, and it’d be a Instagram reels of some older sibling holding a baby. It was clear that Ona had become stuck in some second round of biological urge to reciprocate. But behind all the smiling, agreeing, oh-ing ah-ing and the kisses she’d share with Ona over it - she wasn’t okay.

That was what had let her to this. Making an appointment with a psychiatric. She had wanted her original one, but she turned out to be retired. So she found another one, and here she was. She wanted this help, she knew she needed it. So even if it was painful, she had to tell her story again.

‘’You can just start at the beginning Lucia,’’ the woman smiled, ‘’or if that’s hard you can start by telling me how you feel now, and we’ll see together how or why that is?’’

Lucy nodded with an empty stare, collecting her thoughts.

When it stayed silent much longer the therapist took another try, ‘’you said in your email that your wife asked you if you wanted a third child.’’

Lucy bit her lip and for the first time she looked up at the woman, her eyes where probably red from all the tears she’d left this past twenty five minutes. She didn’t know what it was with settings like these, but when Lucy had to talk to a therapist she just couldn’t keep it dry. It was so embarrassing to her, but at the same time it was so relieving.

The psychologist was a woman lucy took to be about fifty years old, maybe a bit older even. She wore a grey outfit, but her jewelry was gold and green, as were her glasses. Lucy liked the vibes that the woman gave off, she guessed she was a mother too, she had that kind of warmness to her.

‘’I uhm,’’ Lucy tried again, ‘’yes, uhm, Ona, she, uhm Ona is my wife,’’ she explained, the woman nodded patiently, ‘’well, we were laying in bed, the morning after my birthday party, I had let her sleep it had.. uhm,’’ she blushed slightly, ‘’it had become quite late that evening and after I had said goodbye to my friends that had stayed the night because they couldn’t drive back home because they had drank alcohol,’’ she chuckled and looked up at the woman across from her, ‘’uhm, I’m probably telling too much unimportant stuff, am I?’’

The therapist pressed her lips forward and shook her head, ‘’mmmno, you can continue like this, it’s nice for me to create a good image of the situation, you can share as much or as little as you want.’’

‘’Okay, well,’’ Lucy scratched her neck as she continued, ‘’my parents where staying over too, they just left actually, and they took Lucas to breakfast,’’ she looked back up at the woman, ‘’Lucas is our, uhm, my youngest son, he’s four and I have another son he’s called Oliver, he is six, but he was staying over at his uncles house for a sleepover… so uhm, anyways, after everyone had left I went back to our bedroom. I, uhm, was tired still too, and you know,’’ she adjusted the watch on her wrist, her new watch, ‘’I wanted to cuddle with, uhm, with Ona...’’ she trailed off, looking away at one of the ugly paintings on the wall.

‘’Mhm.’’ The psychologist hummed, signaling Lucy to continue.

‘’I, uhh, I don’t know if it’s relevant,’’ Lucy added, looking away at the wall as her cheeks started to turn red from embarrassment, ‘’but Ona and I, uhm, were.. uhm.. had been, uh, you know, we uhh, slept,’’ she took a deep breath, ‘’together that night.’’

There was a moment of silence, before the psychologist broke it, ‘’what do you mean by that?’’

Lucy let out a breathy laugh, ‘’what?’’

‘’Well for example. Do you and Ona normally not sleep in the same bed?’’ The therapist started, ‘’or do you mean you had been intimate that night.’’

‘’Oh no no no,’’ Lucy looked at the woman, ‘’we sleep in the same bed every night, I meant the second option.’’

"Would you say intimacy with your wife happens regularly?’’ the therapist asked with a kind smile.

Lucy tilted her head slightly, ‘’yes?’’

‘’How often would you say it occurs?" the woman asked, looking at the notebook balancing on her knee, ‘’or I mean like, has it changed recently?’’

‘’Uh well,’’ Lucy looked away again, ‘’I’d say before we had the kids it happened quite often… uhm up until we had Oliver and from there there was a period that was.. uhm less active.. I guess up to about three years ago… uhm, yeah, when he started making longer nights, then we picked it up again and I’d say like.. maybe once a week on average..’’ she looked back at the psychologist, ‘’is that good? I mean, and this week two times, once on my actual birthday and once… uhm sorry I’m probably telling tmi.’’

The woman laughed, ‘’you’re allright Lucia, you are even too formal for my liking, but if you feel more comfortable like that, that’s okay.’’ she clicked her pen, ‘’once a week is a very healthy amount, especially with two young kids running around, that can be a challenge.’’ She said kindly, ‘’so, you and Ona where in bed in the morning, after you had let her sleep in.’’ she assisted.

‘’Oh yeah right, so Ona woke up and we cuddled and then I felt there was something, like I could just hear the gears turning in her head you know’’ Lucy looked up at the therapist who nodded agreeing, ‘’I thought she was going to talk about what she’d said the night b-‘’ she blushed furiously, ‘’uhm, something else that we had left to discuss on another moment.. but, uhm yeah, instead she said this.’’

The psychologist looked at her with an arched eyebrow, clearly curious, but didn’t press further.

‘’I.. uh.. I, that was something completely else,.. I don’t think it’s relevant-

‘’- you don’t have to tell me Lucia.’’ The therapist smiled, ‘’tell me what you are comfortable with sharing, then we have the most chance of finding out-

‘’-she asked me if she was too old for getting pregnant again.’’ Lucy blurted out, before looking away again.

‘’I’m sorry what did you say?’’ the woman asked, ‘’could you repeat that’’.

Lucy took a deep breath. She had to be kidding her. ‘’She. Asked. Me. If. She. Was. Too. Old.’’

‘’How old is she?’’ the therapist asked without judgement in her tone.

Lucy nodded as she thought about the question, ofcourse, the therapist didn’t know how old Ona was. ‘’Thirty three, I uhm, she’s thirty three.’’

The psychologist tilted her head and give a careful smile, her eyes searching, ‘’does that bother you? That she’s,’’ she looked at her booklet, ‘’eight years younger?’’

Lucy frowned, ‘’should it bother me?’’ She felt annoyance boil up in her, maybe this therapist wasn’t one that matched with her after all.

‘’No no, wait, maybe I worded that a little awkward,’’ the woman was still smiling kindly at her, Lucy asked herself how she could keep it up for so long, ‘’how do you feel about your age different with your wife?’’

‘’Uhm, mostly it doesn’t affect us.. I think?’’ Lucy took a deep breath as she adjusted on the chair, ‘’she’s wise beyond her years, always has been, and not just with me, with relationship stuff, but like, she had set up a business in her twenties and things.’’

The therapist didn’t miss the sparkle in Lucy’s eyes when she talked about her wife. ‘’Would you say there is anything hard in your relationship with Ona?’’ she asked.

‘’I mean.. don’t all relationships have hard things?’’ Lucy started, she leaned back, ‘’at the beginning of the relationship it was hard for me to accept that Ona was… as wealthy.. as she is.’’ She licked her lips and laughed at the memory, ‘’I mean, when we only knew eachother.. like.. a few weeks, she bought the building I was renting my workspace from.. we eh.. we had a fight about it that day… well, I outed that I didn’t like that, as I had had told her before that I hadn’t wanted her to do that, but when I found out I took some time away from her by taking a walk, and after a couple hours she went looking for me and then… uh..’’ Lucy’s gaze was fixed on the tissue box infront of her, ‘’..I uh..’’ she tried again.

‘’We uh,’’ She swallowed, why was this so damn hard to confess, ‘’I.. have..’’ she looked up, only to bring her gaze directly back to the tissue box again, her face flushing pink, ‘’insecurities.. often.’’ She confided.

When it stayed silent a couple of seconds, lucy looked up carefully.

Her eyes met the kind eyes of the psychiatrist.

She awkwardly swayed her feet back and forth.

‘’it’s kinDa,’’ her voice cracked, she cleared her throat, ‘’kinda is a… reoccurring, uhm, problem for me.. within… my uh, life I guess, maybe more so my life with Ona?’’

The therapist nodded thoughtfully, ‘’could you explain what you mean by that?’’

‘’Well, at that moment it was because she was rich and I… was not.. I, uhm, even had a debt of a couple of grand… that uhm, Ona payed of for me, uhm, later too.’’ She breathed in and out mechanically, ‘’Ona was.. is.. rich, I was poor – Ona is young, I’m old – Ona is.. so so beautiful and I’m.. barely a six.. and,’’ her bottom lip quivered as she spoke, ‘’I’m not jealous about any of those things… just… couldn’t understand she wanted to be with me… but,’’ she bit her lip to keep it from twitching, ‘’I don’t want to be jealous of her I-‘’ the words went over in to sobs as Lucy tried to explain her pain to the therapist.

She tried to recollect herself, blowing her nose in the tissue she still holding and straightening her back as she sat in the chair, ‘’the only..’’ she took another deep breath, ‘’the only.. subject? The only thing I’ve always been jealous about,’’ she looked up at the woman across from her, ‘’the only thing I’ve been jealous about.. and I know it’s very bad and if I think about it deeply it isn’t even true because I rather have it be me than her,’’ heavy tears where rolling down her cheeks by now, ‘’is that I couldn’t carry.. I c-‘’ she dropped her head down and hid her face in her hands, her shoulders heaving with sorrow.

..

The therapist waited patiently on Lucy to be ready to continue.

‘’I’m sorry,’’ Lucy said after cleaning her eyes and nose with two new tissues, ‘’I don’t know why it’s still such a.. such a hard topic for me to talk about.. I went to therapy for it before, I uhm, I told you in the email.’’

The therapist nodded, ‘’and I read your file.’’

‘’Oh.’’ Was all Lucy could bring out. Why the fuck - did she have to go through all of this again then. She looked away from the therapist, playing with the idea of throwing the tissue box at her face. ‘’Why.. eh.. why did you make me tell my story from the beginning then? I don’t..’’ her lip started to tremble again, ‘’why?’’ she looked at the psychologist desperately.

"Sometimes, starting from the beginning helps us uncover things that might not have been explored before." The therapist replied after a beat of silence, "but I understand this feels like a lot to go through again. Let’s take it one step at a time."

Lucy didn’t know if she huffed for real or if she’d just done that in her mind.

´´Sorry,´´ the therapist started, maybe she´d gotten the hint that Lucy hadn’t liked it ´´would it have been better if I had started with telling you that I read your file?’’ She asked.

‘’It’s okay, I don’t know why I hadn’t assumed.. it’s.. uh.. it’s the same practice as.. uh.. then.’’ Lucy stammered.

‘’How do you feel?’’ the therapist asked her.

‘’What, now?’’ Lucy was confused, ‘’or overall, what do you mean?’’

The therapist just smiled and nodded. Much to Lucy’s annoyance.

‘’Right now I feel a little bit frustrated, but it’s not really about you.. uh probably more because I’m just sad and… I don’t know I-.. I-..’’ Lucy took a deep breath as she looked up at the ceiling, ‘’I just,’’ she looked back at the psychologist, ‘’I don’t know why I have these thoughts, you have to understand that I’m happy for Ona and I love our family and-‘’ tears started to well up again, ‘’okay,’’ she felt her heart beating heavily in her chest, ‘’I, uh.. I, when she.. uh.. Ona, said that, last week, I felt all that sadness coming back to me for a moment.. which is.. crazy, you know, because with Lucas I didn’t even have that and now, I’m.. I’m forty one… it’s not like I can even have kids right now if I was… if I had been..’’ she struggled to finish her sentence, ‘’healthy.. at the first place.’’

The woman across from her nodded, and for the first time Lucy saw her without a smile, instead she was met with sympathetic eyes locking on hers.

‘’It took me a couple months,’’ Lucy said after a minute, ‘’it took me a couple of minutes to digest and Ona was so so understandable and nice to me.’’ She put her one leg over the other, ‘’look,’’ she straightened herself, maybe if she put up a serious front she could continue, ‘’we weren’t together for long when we decided thinking about kids, it had to do with my age a bit.. and also because we were just so sure about… everything.’’

‘’So, we actually had come up with a plan.. uhm.. me carrying,’’ she sniffled, though she continued with a wobbly voice, ‘’carrying the first.. baby.. and Ona the second, I’d carry her egg and she’d mine.. with one donor.’’

The psychologist nodded understanding.

‘’So that we would-,’’ Lucy sighed, ‘’I’m sure you understand the idea.’’

‘’I think I do,’’ the woman across from her smiled carefully, ‘’but could you tell me to be sure?’’

Lucy breathed in unsteadily, ‘’Oliver is biologically mine, half of me anyways, Ona carried him,’’ Lucy started, ‘’Lucas is from the same donor and he’s also… he’s also… they’re full-brothers,’’ she looked up to see the therapist nodding, ‘’I.. I..’’ she bit her lip until she was tasting blood, ‘’I feel guilty, I am scared, I feel… insecure..’’

She looked up at the therapist again, ‘’d’you get what I’m saying?’’

The woman tilted her head. Of course not, Lucy thought, she had to spell every fucking thing out. This was really annoying her about this therapist… but she needed to talk about this.

‘’what I think… what I want too, and what I understand and w-‘’ she shook her head, ‘’I have a lot of feelings about it, but what I’m trying to say, we still pay for the couple of tubes of.. uh.. the donor.. that are in the freezer at the donor bank.. so the kid will for sure be related to Ollie and Lucas, but I.. eh… I think.. I think Ona wants-‘’ she breathed heavily and brushed her hand though her hair. ‘’we haven’t had the opportunity to talk about it that deeply, but I.. think.. that.., now that my parents are gone..’’

‘’I will understand if she- no,’’ she started again, ‘’I want it to be.. hers.. too.’’

It stayed quiet for a while.

The psychologist looked at her paper and scribbled something down. Lucy had always hated that, her former psychologist had done it too.. it made her wonder what went on in their head. If they thought she was crazy.

She looked away from it, searching for something to rest her eyes on.

"It sounds like there's something more you're holding back. Would you like to share?"

The question made her snap her head back to the woman. Did she not get it?

‘’Do you not get it?’’ it came out a little harsher then anticipated, ‘’sorry I-

‘’-that’s okay Lucia, you-‘’

Only now Lucy realized the therapist had used her legal name the whole time, ‘’-uhm Lucy, please.. I, people call me Lucy.’’

‘’Oh.’’ The therapist nodded, ‘’well, Lucy, it’s okay, I understand that it’s a hard subject for you, take your time.’’

‘’what if I won’t have a connection?’’ Lucy wailed.

The question hung in the air for a while until the therapist spoke.

‘’Does..’’ The woman looked at Lucy sympathetically, it looked like she was debating if she could ask the question she was thinking about, ‘’does Ona have a connection.. with Oliver and Lucas..’’ she shifted, ‘’sorry I don’t mean this insensitively..’’ she looked down at her notebook, ‘’have you ever talked about this with her?’’

Tears stood in Lucy’s eyes. Yes Ona had a connection with their kids, ofcourse she had. She had carried them for nine months, breastfed them.. right? Ona had never told her anything about struggling to find a connection with the boys.. right? She would have to ask her… but if she did that.. the inevitable would come up without a doubt.

‘’Surely she has? Right?’’ Lucy spoke her doubts. ‘’she has carried them and breastfed them.. I mean.. I.. uh.. they turn to her just as much.. if not more.. as to me.. I really had to work for,’’ Lucy swallowed, ‘’you know, I really worked on my bond with them,.. even though they.. even if they’re my blood I needed a couple months.. with both that happened actually,’’ she reached for the glass of water that had been poured for her earlier, ‘’imagine..’’ she shook her head, and went to take a sip.

‘’Do Oliver and Lucas know you..’’ the therapist shook her head, ‘’I’m guessing they’re too young for that.’’

‘’No, they don’t know that yet.. but if or when they will ask we will just tell them how it is,’’ Lucy nodded, her and Ona had talked about this, ‘’if they won’t ask we will tell them when they’re of age.. but they’re bright, I’m sure they will come to us.’’ There was a sparkle in her eyes as she spoke about her kids.

The therapist noticed it too.  

"It’s clear how much you love your children, Lucy, and it’s wonderful to see the strong bond you’ve built with them. You mentioned that they turn to you and Ona equally, which really reflects the nurturing environment you’ve created together. I hope you don’t mind me exploring this a little further,’’ the therapist brought her hand to her chin, ‘’but you mentioned they don’t yet know whose biology they share. Do you feel that biological ties — or the absence of them, as is often the case with adoptive parents for example — might influence how children perceive their relationship with their parents? Or do you think it’s more about the love and care they receive in their everyday lives?"

Lucy looked at her as she processed those words.

Those words.

Damn.

Sure she had thought about that.

But spelled out like this infront of her it was like it really soaked in.

‘’Yes,’’ she said quietly, ‘’if Ona carries a kid with her dna and the donors’.. the kid will still be a half-sibling to Oliver and Lucas.. and a part of me.. I..’’ she shook her head, ‘’I’m still wording this terrible, aren’t I.’’ she looked up at the therapist, pleading.

"Not at all, Lucy. You’re expressing something very personal, and it’s okay if it feels messy or hard to put into words.’’ The therapist assured. ‘’What I hear is that you’re struggling with the idea of a child that has no blood bond to you.. It’s a complex topic, but we can take our time unpacking it together. Can you tell me more about what feels most important to you about this?"

‘’As I said.. the connection,’’ Lucy set the glass she’d been holding down again, ‘’what if they wont see me as their mom and I..’’ she shook her head, ‘’now that I say it out loud it sounds daft but-

-daft?’’ the Spanish psychologist asked, her English reached far but not this far.

‘’Stupid, silly’’ Lucy shrugged, ‘’dumb.’’

‘’Allright, I get it.’’ The woman laughed softly, ‘’please continue.’’

Lucy thought about where she’d left. ‘’right,. uhm, I was going to say what if I wont be able to.. uh.. be a good mom.. to them.’’

…

After another hour of going back and forth with her therapist, organizing her thoughts, and finally beginning to see things more clearly, Lucy found herself pulling into the driveway a little later than usual. She had left work early, but the session with the psychologist had run longer than expected. Staring into the small mirror in the sun visor after parking, she sighed. Her red, swollen eyes would surely raise questions from Ona, as would her late arrival. She was never late, and if she was, she always made sure to send a text.

But she felt good, she would surely go a couple of times more to the therapist, but she knew what she wanted. She knew it before too, if she was honest with herself.. even if there was grief.. the thought of a little Ona in her arms was so so special to her.

She would go all in.

But not without having a good talk with Ona, first. As she’d agreed this on with the therapist this afternoon.

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I know this is a cliffhanger, i hope to update soon xx

Sorry this was so sad and not proofread 😬

[shadamyheadcanons]

In the "everyone ships shadamy" headcanon, which character do you think ships them the most and which ships them the less?

((In reference to my Everyone Ships Shadamy tag))

Regarding who ships them the most, one might assume I’d say Sonic, Rouge, or Cream, as they’re the ones who appear most often; Sonic loves it when his friends are happy, Rouge is thrilled Shadow is interested in dating for once, and Cream’s an idealistic yet grounded little sister who cares about Amy and wants to see her with someone who’s capable of the same level of devotion and commitment as Amy is. I love writing them this way.

However, I wouldn’t actually put any of them at the top of the heap because I can think of reasons why each one could object to it.

Some speculate that Sonic would get jealous. I don’t, but I do see him as someone who knows how dangerous and rash Shadow is. This goes for a lot of characters. We know Shadow’s gentle around Amy, but we’ve seen their hug and the ARK connection in SA2, the possibility of her turning him around in ShTH, the TMOSTH scene where Shadow gave Amy a sweet gift and agreed to go to a silly concert with her, etc. Sonic hasn’t seen that soft spot. Amy was helpless when Sonic met her and for a long time afterward, so he might hang onto that concern on some level and feel cautious about her spending time with Shadow, especially because of how naïve Amy is. Sonic knows Shadow’s ultimately a good guy, but Amy’s seen a side of him that no one else has. I wouldn’t anticipate open hostility from Sonic, but he might worry on some level.

Rouge didn’t always get along with Amy. She understandably saw Amy as an immature child for a long time, and she looked down on Amy and messed with her. They get along now, but they still have their differences, and Rouge cares a ton about Shadow. I could see her getting protective if she has reason to believe Amy could be frivolous and break his heart.

I think Cream mostly doesn’t like s0namy because of how lopsided Amy and Sonic’s feelings are and because Amy loses her head when it comes to romance. If she doesn’t think Shadow reciprocates and doesn’t register how different the shadamy dynamic is, she might dislike it for the same reason. Cream’s wise for her age, but Shadow’s hard to read.

(For the record, I think all three of them would come around pretty quickly once they actually saw how Shadow and Amy acted as a couple. That’s usually how it goes for Sonic fans in general, after all.)

This is why I actually think Vanilla would ship them the most. I don’t write headcanons about her too often because she’s a minor character, but I honestly can’t see any reason she’d object to shadamy. Vanilla’s probably the closest thing to a mom Amy has, so she has a vested interest in seeing her happy. She has Cream’s gentle supportiveness, but with the wisdom and experience of adulthood, I imagine she could understand the big picture and realize how good the two of them are for each other. The best headcanon I have explaining this is here.

As for who ships them the least, a lot of people put Knuckles in that role as a big brother figure for Amy. I think that’s tenuous, though. He just doesn’t stand up for her in that regard. I don’t know about anyone else, but I can’t think of a single time he’s seriously chewed Sonic out for treating Amy poorly. The closest you’ll get is him sarcastically saying things like, “Are you playing with that girl’s heart again, Sonic?” in Heroes and poking fun at him later. But he’s clearly joking when he says that, and he ran away from her along with Sonic constantly back in the day just like Tails did.

(Side note: this is something that really, really bothers me about his character. You’re the oldest, Knuckles. Do better!)

It is possible he leaves Sonic alone about it because s0namy is a “safe” avenue for Amy’s affections; Sonic is one of his closest friends and Knuckles knows he’s ultimately a solid guy, and given that Sonic hasn’t shown interest in an actual relationship, things wouldn’t go very far between the two. Shadow, on the other hand, has been at odds with Knuckles and the others before, and like Sonic, Knuckles has never seen the soft spot Shadow has for Amy.

I still think it’s more likely that Knuckles would trust Amy’s judgment and stay hands-off, but he could potentially show some hostility. This headcanon is how I explain it.

If you ask me, the biggest opponent to the pairing...would be Doctor Eggman. If Shadow and Amy had kids, Eggman’s chances for world domination would be kaput in ten to fifteen years. Even if they never did or the child didn’t have any of their abilities, the possibility would ruin Eggman’s blood pressure, which is even funnier.

Thanks for the question!

[riinniies]

RIN ITOSHI X FEM! READER

Plot : Soulmate AU, Red string of fate.

Fluff! This is PART TWOOO!! I've done my assignment hours ago (like 4 hours ago), btw, idk why i'd like to skip things.. hehe, Tsundere! Rin, Calm reader, Strangers to friends and then to loverrr <333!!

Words count : 2717

PART ONEE ! !

BONUS CHAPP ! !

My writings

Hope you like itt!!

After the awkward but honest conversation, Rin finally gave in. Bachira, who had kept teasing and almost forcing him, made Rin feel like there was no other option but to surrender. "I’ll send the message, right?" Rin said in a flat tone, trying not to show the awkwardness taking over him.

You just nodded, letting out a small laugh. "Yeah, sure."

Bachira, now standing next to Rin, flashed a wide smile. "What are you waiting for, Rin? You don’t even need to wait. Just send the message now!"

Rin shot Bachira a sharp look before reluctantly pulling out his phone. "This is just a formality," he said, though his fingers were already typing your number.

You received the message, and instantly, that strange feeling filled your chest again. There was an unexplainable tension—an emotion that blended hope and fear.

"I’ve sent a message," Rin said, his voice softer than before, though still uncertain. "Don’t contact me too often."

You gave a small smile. "Of course,"

After that, you and Rin exchanged goodbyes. You walked back toward your father and family, while Rin and Bachira continued their carefree conversation by the beach.

You felt a bit relieved, though your heart was still adrift with emotions you couldn’t quite explain. That thread, which once felt so heavy, now seemed like a thread leading toward an uncertain direction.

••••

Your family was sitting at the dining table, seemingly ready to head to the beach. Your father greeted you with a wide smile. "Did you rest well? Don’t forget to enjoy your time, okay?"

You nodded, offering a faint smile, trying to hide your mixed emotions. "Of course, Dad. I feel better."

However, inside, something still troubled you. What should you do now? Fully accept fate? Or should you pull back and forget everything?

Your phone vibrated in your pocket, and you immediately checked the sender—Rin.

Rin: "Maybe we can talk more later. But I really don’t know how this will turn out. Just… don’t expect too much."

You stared at the message, feeling a mix of emotions that were hard to describe. Even though Rin said that, there were things that couldn’t be denied. There was a pull, a connection, and it would remain between you two, even if there were no guarantees.

With slightly trembling hands, you replied:

You: "I’ll be patient, Rin. I don’t expect much, but I want to get to know you better."

You looked at the phone screen for a moment before slipping it back into your pocket. It felt strange, but also relieving. Perhaps this was a slow start, but it was the first step in this unexpected journey.

••••

Rin sat on the sand, still thinking about the message he had just sent. Bachira sat beside him, seemingly enjoying the relaxed beach atmosphere.

"So, how’s it going?"

Bachira asked with a big smile.

Rin stared at the sea, slightly annoyed by Bachira’s question.

"I don’t know. I just don’t want things to get more complicated."

Bachira chuckled. "Hah, you’re hard to read. But don’t worry, Rin. If she’s your soulmate, you can’t run from her. Try to be more open."

Rin shot Bachira a half-pessimistic glance. "I’m not the type to open up to strangers."

Bachira shrugged. "We’ll see. I’m sure, even if you’re not ready, you’ll find a way to accept this."

Rin fell silent, staring far out at the sea, his mind swirling. What was he supposed to do with this sudden fate?

• A Week Later

Over the past week, your communication with Rin still felt awkward. The messages exchanged were often short and to the point, more like formalities than casual chats. Still, you felt a little progress. At least Rin wasn’t completely closing himself off.

One morning, while enjoying some time alone at a café near your house, your phone vibrated. A message from Rin appeared.

Rin: "Do you often draw in the park?"

You smiled a little, surprised that he was actually showing some interest. Quickly, you typed a response.

You: "Yeah, the park is my favorite place. Sometimes I draw, sometimes I just sit and enjoy the atmosphere. Why?"

A few minutes later, his reply came.

Rin: "It’s nothing. I was just trying to imagine it."

That short message left you momentarily speechless. Rin may not have said it clearly, but you knew he was trying to get to know you better, even if his approach was still a bit stiff.

• 3 Months Later

Your relationship with Rin had slowly progressed. You started talking more often, though most of your conversations were still through messages. Rin, who was usually cold and distant, had begun to show another side of himself—a softer side, even though he still tried to hide it behind his short words and formal demeanor.

One night, after an important match, Rin sent an unexpected message.

Rin: "I’ll be in your town for a match next week. If you're not busy, come watch."

That message made you pause for a moment. It was the first time he invited you to meet again after the encounter at the beach. Cautiously, you typed your reply.

You: "Of course. I’ll be there. Thanks for inviting me."

You then went to bed with mixed feelings—nervous yet excited. As you were about to go to sleep, you felt your phone vibrate again, you raised your eyebrows and then smiled a little when you read the incoming message.

Rin : "i'm not inviting you."

Somehow, you felt funny to read his chat.

••••

The stadium was packed with fans. The electric atmosphere made you even more nervous, but you tried to enjoy the moment. After getting settled in your seat, you looked toward the field. When Rin appeared with his team, your heart raced.

He seemed focused, every move reflecting dedication and incredible skill. Throughout the match, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. He truly dominated the game, and you felt proud for reasons you couldn’t explain.

When the match ended, and Rin’s team won, you received a message from him.

Rin: "I have some time. Wait outside the stadium."

You waited where he mentioned, feeling nervous but also excited. When Rin finally appeared, still in his uniform, you found it hard to stop yourself from smiling.

Rin: "You came," he said, his voice sounding more relaxed than usual.

You: "Of course. I wanted to see you play."

He nodded, looking at you for a moment before glancing away. "What did you think?"

You: "You were amazing. I can see how hard you work."

Rin seemed a little surprised by your compliment, but he just nodded quietly. "Thanks," he muttered.

Your conversation was simple, but there was something different this time. It felt like the distance between you was slowly shrinking, little by little.

• Months Later

Your relationship had continued to grow. Even though Rin was still stiff, he had started opening up in his own way. He often messaged first, though the messages were usually short or consisted of pictures of places he visited during his matches.

One day, he sent a photo of a green field with a beautiful blue sky.

Rin: "This is where I trained today. It reminds me of the park where you draw."

You smiled and quickly typed a response.

You: "Thanks for thinking of me. I’m drawing right now, in the park."

Not long after, Rin sent another message.

Rin: "I'm not thinking of you, i'm thinking of the park. And.. If you have time, show me your drawing. I want to see it."

You were surprised, but also happy. Rin had never shown interest in your hobby before. Carefully, you took a picture of your drawing and sent it to him.

Rin: "..It’s good. I didn’t know you were this good."

You chuckled a little reading his message, feeling your bond with him grow warmer.

• A Year Later

Your relationship had become much stronger. You talked more frequently, both through messages and phone calls. Rin had even started sharing more about his dreams and the challenges he faced as an athlete.

One night, while you were talking on the phone, Rin suddenly said:

Rin: "I know I’m not an easy person. And I don’t know if I’m a good soulmate. But… I want to try."

You paused, feeling warmth fill your chest.

You: "Me too, Rin. We have plenty of time to learn together, right?"

That night, you felt like your relationship had finally reached a new stage. The thread that had connected you no longer felt like a burden, but a promise that you would keep moving forward together, no matter what happened.

• A Month After the Phone Conversation

Rin had slowly started to show his true personality, well, he shows it before. But now, he shows it more often. Even though he still often appeared cold, there were moments when his tsundere nature would surface, especially when he felt embarrassed or didn’t know how to express himself.

One day, after sending a message about your latest drawing, you decided to tease Rin a little.

You: "I drew something today. Guess who inspired it?"

His response came quickly.

Rin: "It’s not me, right? Don’t do anything weird."

You chuckled as you read his message and quickly sent a photo of your drawing—a simple sketch of him on the field.

You: "Actually, it’s you. Sorry if it doesn’t look like you."

A few minutes passed without a reply. You almost thought he didn’t like it, but eventually, your phone vibrated.

Rin: "...It’s okay. But don’t draw me too often. You have other things to do, right?"

You knew this was his way of hiding his embarrassment, so you just smiled and typed a reply.

You: "I just wanted to draw something that inspired me. If you don’t like it, I won’t do it again."

Rin: "I didn’t say I didn’t like it. Just... don’t show it to others."

You just smiled a little when you read the message, he's so cute—wait what?

••••

A few weeks later, Rin came to your town again for another match. This time, he made a request that surprised you.

Rin : "I have a few hours before practice. If you’re not busy, meet me at the café near the stadium,"

Without hesitation, you agreed. When you arrived at the café, Rin was already sitting in a corner with a cup of coffee in front of him. He looked a little nervous, though he tried to hide it.

"You’re fast," he said without looking directly at you.

"You invited me, so I didn’t want to keep you waiting," you replied with a smile.

He huffed softly, sipping his coffee before speaking again. "I just don’t want Bachira to know about this. He’d tease me relentlessly."

You chuckled softly, imagining Bachira’s reaction if he found out about this meeting. "Why are you scared of Bachira? Don’t you always put on a cold face in front of him?"

Rin shrugged, his eyes finally meeting yours. "He’s too loud. And I don’t like complicated things."

You chatted for a while, light conversation, but there was a moment when he suddenly said awkwardly:

"You don’t have to think too much about this. I just... I think we need to meet more often. But not because I want to. It’s just that—" he pointed at his pinky finger, which was connected to the red thread—"this makes me curious."

You smiled slightly, feeling he was trying to hide his true intentions. "Of course. I understand. After all, it’s not because you care, right?" you teased.

Rin immediately looked away, his face slightly flushed. "Don’t get too confident."

• 6 Months Later

Rin’s tsundere side became more evident as your relationship grew closer. Although he often denied his feelings, his actions often spoke louder.

One day, when you were having a bad day, Rin suddenly called you.

"You sounded strange in your last message. What’s wrong?" he asked bluntly.

You tried to reassure him that you were fine, but he didn’t easily believe you.

"Don’t lie. If you don’t want to tell me, I won’t force you. But if you keep acting like this, I’ll come over right now," he said firmly.

You knew he was serious, so you finally opened up about what was bothering you. After listening patiently, he said :

"You don’t have to bear everything alone. If you need help, just say it. Doesn’t mean I care or anything, but... that’s what soulmates are supposed to do, right?"

Although his words sounded cold, you knew he cared in his own way. And that was enough to make you feel better. When you were about to answer his question, you heard the sound of the call being disconnected. You smiled, he was really cute.

••••

Rin wasn’t as stiff anymore, though his tsundere nature remained. He had started getting used to your relationship, though occasionally, he still felt awkward.

When you met again to celebrate your birthday, he brought a small gift—something you never expected.

"This is just... a small thing. Don’t think I spent too much time on it," he said as he handed you a small box containing high-quality colored pencils.

You smiled widely, feeling touched. "Thank you, Rin. I really like it."

He looked away, his face a little flushed. "Yeah, yeah. Don’t talk too much about it. I just thought you might need them to draw better."

You both laughed together, and for the first time, Rin didn’t try to deny the small smile on his face. Even though he still struggled to express his feelings, you knew that he cared for you in his own way—and that was more than enough.

••••

Time had passed, and your relationship with Rin had gone through many phases. From awkwardness and confusion to moments where you both understood each other without needing many words. Rin, although still not adept at showing his emotions directly, had grown into someone who was never hesitant to be by your side when you needed him.

Rin's career in football had been shining brighter than ever. He often moved from country to country for matches and training, but you both maintained your communication. Despite the physical distance, there was always a sense of calm whenever you looked at the red thread on your pinky finger.

One day, Rin sent a message that felt different from the usual.

Rin: "I have some free time next week. There’s something I want to talk about. Meet me at the place where we first met."

Your heart fluttered as you read his message. Although he didn’t explain more, you knew this wasn’t just a regular meeting.

When the day arrived, you went to the beach where you first met. The late afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the sand, making the scene look almost like a painting. In the distance, you saw Rin standing with his hands in his pockets.

"You’re right on time," he said, turning to face you.

"Of course. I knew this was important," you replied with a smile.

He nodded slowly, gazing at the sea for a moment before finally speaking. "I often think... about how my life changed since I met you."

His words made you pause. He rarely spoke like this, and you knew that every word he said carried weight.

"At first, I hated it. I thought this thread would only be an obstacle. But... I was wrong. Because every time I look at this thread, I feel at peace. I feel like there’s someone in this world who always understands me, even when I don’t understand myself."

He paused, taking a deep breath before looking at you again.

"You’ve changed so much in my life. And I want to keep walking forward with you. I don’t know if I can be the perfect person for you, but I’ll try... if you want."

You smiled softly, feeling tears well up in your eyes. "Rin... I never needed perfection. I just need you."

He smiled faintly—a smile that only appeared in certain moments. "Good. Because I’m not letting you go."

••••

• Bonus

A few years later, your lives were filled with simple happiness. Rin remained focused on his career, while you continued your journey as an artist. Every time he returned from a match, you always made time to be together, whether it was strolling in the park or simply chatting at home over a warm cup of tea.

The red thread on your fingers remained, a reminder that this relationship was something fate had chosen for you both. Although it had been difficult and full of challenges in the beginning, you had proven that love wasn’t about perfection—it was about the effort to understand and support each other.

And with every step you took together, you knew that fate had never been wrong in bringing together two hearts that were meant to be.

THE END ! !

|| ugh, why is it so cheesy.. dammit😭😭 I'm actually making a bonus chapter, where Rin and (name) are married<333

THANKS FOR READING!! <333

[vickytaa]

𝕯𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘? 𝕱𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙.

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔶: A new video in collaboration with Sam and Colby, where the group enters an abandoned church full of mysteries. What starts as an exciting adventure quickly turns into a nightmare. Y/n will have terrifying nightmares and must fight her fears after entering the darkness. Part 1. Part 2.

My vision was blurring, the nun's grip on my neck tightened, cutting off my air. She started to lift me by my neck.

With the little strength I had left, I tried to pull her hands from my neck, but I failed completely.

It was the end. My heart was slowly giving out from lack of oxygen. My arms slowly fell, and my body gave up.

The nun's sobs turned into laughter, a terrifying, proud laugh for taking another life.

My eyes were closing slowly, unable to stop shedding tears of fear.

“Y/n!” I heard Matt shout. I hadn’t realized he was awake, but luckily, he came in time. The nun disappeared as soon as he appeared, afraid of being seen.

The constant lack of oxygen had knocked me unconscious, and I fell to the floor with a hard thud. Matt rushed to me, afraid that if he touched me, I would break, I looked so weak.

He started talking, but I barely understood him. My mind was foggy, unaware of what was happening around me. The air was heavy, my whole body ached, but at the same time, I felt nothing.

A few seconds later, I slowly began to wake up, my eyes opening to see three figures in front of me. “I- I don’t know, Chris!” Matt said loudly, clearly stressed as he held my hand. “I was sleeping, and then I heard a glass break. When I came into the kitchen, Y/n was levitating, and- and I don’t know, I thought… I thought I was going to lose her,” Matt said as he began to sob. Nick wrapped his arm around his shoulders, trying to calm him down.

Trying to breathe normally, I began to feel a sharp pain in my back, and I remembered the glass I had dropped a moment ago.

I groaned in pain, and all three heads turned to look at me with concern.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Matt asked me, kissing my forehead. My back burned with pain, but my chest ached too, probably from the high level of anxiety and panic I had experienced moments ago.

I nodded, as I slowly began to breathe normally again. The tears started flowing once more; I had almost died. My body began to tremble, and the panic returned, but now I was surrounded by my best friends. While Matt held my hand tightly, Chris and Nick sat beside me, their faces showing nerves, panic, and fear.

"We're here with you, Y/n. The ambulance will be here soon," Nick tried to ease the tension. I tried to lift my head to look at my body, but the pain was too strong.

"Don't move, we need to make sure you don't have any broken bones," Matt told me.

A while later, the ambulance arrived. The paramedics put an oxygen mask on me and some IV fluid to ease the pain. My vision was still a bit blurry, and my mind was foggy, but I could see how Matt stayed by my side the entire time, answering all their questions and holding my hand.

I don't remember much else from there, as the IV they gave me took effect and I fell asleep. I woke up in a hospital bed, with Matt sitting beside me, thinking about how if he hadn't woken up, I probably wouldn't be here anymore.

The bright, cold light blinded me, and the air was filled with a strong smell of medicine. Despite being surrounded by the people I love most, I felt alone and scared.

I was so close to crossing the line, to going to the other side. So close to never seeing the love of my life again, to never eating my favorite food again, to never saying "I love you" again, to never feeling, loving, or living again.

My eyes started to fill with tears again, but I fought to keep them from falling. Matt looked devastated, as did everyone else in the room.

We all knew this wasn't over, of course not. We had to find a way to end the curse.

The silence was heavy, but it was quickly interrupted by the sound of the door bursting open. "Guys, I think we know what we need to do," Sam said excitedly, entering with Colby. The four of us turned to look at them, surprised but also curious about this new opportunity.

"We need to find someone who has a protective totem. The only problem is that it's almost impossible to find. Plus, the person has to help us activate it..." Colby said. "But where will we find one?" Chris asked.

The chances of finding a totem are almost impossible, and on top of that, someone to help us activate it? Don't even think about it.

We all looked at each other, knowing this was impossible. Matt was heartbroken, seeing me like this broke him into a thousand pieces, unable to help me in any way other than being by my side.

My mind was still a little foggy from the medicine, but I remembered something important. My grandmother. She's sure to help us.

"My grandmother..." I tried to speak, but it was hard to understand because of the IV. Everyone turned to look at me, waiting for me to repeat what I said. I coughed a little to clear my throat, "My grandmother... she can definitely help us."

My gaze met Matt's, which, behind all the worry, fear, and stress, held hope. And that's what mattered, the hope.

I gave him a weak smile, and he returned it. My gaze shifted to the others, still worried, faces. They all nodded, and now I could see a glimmer of hope in their eyes.

My still-weak arm, wrapped in bandages, reached for my phone. Searching through my contacts, I found hers and tapped it. After a few seconds, my grandmother answered.

"Hi, Jenny," I said softly. "Hello, sweetie! It's so nice to hear from you. How are you doing?" she asked. Her voice was calm, something that always made me relax when she read me stories as a child.

"I..." I didn't know where to start. I looked at Matt beside me, and he nodded, encouraging me to continue. "I have a problem, Grandma." Matt squeezed my hand gently, reminding me that he was with me, no matter what.

"I'm sorry to hear that, honey. Tell me what happened," my grandmother asked. She was so calm, not knowing what had happened to me. She had always warned me about the dangers of delving into the unknown, and I hadn't listened. "I think it would be better if I told you in person."

We talked for a while, and we decided that we were going to go to her little cabin in the woods, and there I would tell her everything.

As soon as I ended the call, we begged the doctor to let me leave. He refused at first, saying that my condition was too dangerous if I didn't take care of myself. But after a long time of pleading, he finally let us go.

The six of us got into the car, now with a little more hope. I sat in the passenger seat while Matt took the wheel. Before starting the car, Matt rested his hand on my thigh and looked me in the eyes, "We'll get through this together, love," he said with a smile.

A familiar warmth grew in my chest, and butterflies fluttered in my stomach, just like the first day. I returned a warm smile, completely grateful to have him by my side.

It was about 2 in the morning, and everyone in the back was asleep, tired from the long day. Matt kept his eyes on the road. My body was begging for some rest, but I couldn't sleep. The fear of closing my eyes and returning to the darkness made my hair stand on end.

Matt noticed my eyes were tired but didn't say anything because he knew what was going through my mind. He began to move his thumb in small circles, caressing me, trying to calm me down.

A few hours later, we arrived at the cabin. It was a place far from the city, in the middle of a forest full of trees and nature. We knocked on the door, and my grandmother let us in, happy to have guests after so long.

"Make yourselves at home. I made some coffee if you'd like..." We all settled into the living room, a little tense but relieved to have arrived safely. "So," my grandmother sat in her chair. "You're going to tell me what happened?" she asked me.

I couldn't lie to her, not at this moment. I had to tell her the whole truth, without leaving anything out. It didn't matter if she was angry with me for not listening to her, she had to help us get rid of the evil inside of me.

"We went... we went to an abandoned church to investigate. I went into a room alone, and... I think something came with me." I lowered my head, unable to look her in the eye. My grandmother felt betrayed, but her concern for me was greater. "Tell me more about what happened inside the room."

I raised my head, surprised that she hadn't scolded me for not listening to her. I felt Matt's hand on my leg again, giving me the confidence to continue. I relived the memories in my head, the panic slowly returning, but I tried to push it aside so I could tell what happened. "I could barely see anything, just the wooden floor, which creaked under my feet. I walked a little, but the lack of light made me lose sight of the door. Suddenly I saw some paintings, some of faces, others of angels, and..." I took a breath, knowing the hardest part was coming.

"And I found a painting on the floor, it was of the devil." My grandmother's face changed to a more surprised and slightly frightened one. "When I got closer to look at it, the reflection of a nun appeared in the glass. But when I turned around, she was gone." She already knew what was happening, but she decided to let me finish explaining.

"I got scared and started walking towards the door to get out of there, but when I moved away from the wall, I saw nothing but the floor. It seemed like I was walking in circles. Suddenly-" my voice cracked. The panic I felt at that moment returned again. "You can do it, Y/n," Matt said softly, gently squeezing my thigh. I looked at him with a weak smile, took a deep breath, and continued, "A very deep voice said that I dared to enter the darkness. I panicked and started running, I- I was scared, Grandma," I confessed. My grandmother's tense expression softened, saddened that I had to go through such a terrifying experience.

"It's okay, sweetie, continue," I nodded and continued, "When I got to the door, I went out and there they were. Then, doing the 'estes method' I had another kind of vision..." the air in the room became denser the more I told the story.

"It's like it knew my fear of the dark. At night I couldn't sleep, so I decided to go to the kitchen for some water, and there the nun appeared. This time she stopped and tried to strangle me. If it hadn't been for Matt... I think I wouldn't be here." I turned to my side to look at Matt, silently thanking him for being there.

"I think... I think I've heard this story somewhere before..." My grandmother explained, standing up to search for her big book in her 'special place'. "It should be around here..." she said, searching among the large bookshelves. I heard one of the guys cough from the dust that had accumulated there over the years the place had been closed.

"Here," my grandmother said, opening a book that looked centuries old. Sleep was no longer important; my mind was completely focused on the book in front of me. My grandmother began searching through the pages for the solution to free me from the nun's evil.

"It says here that we need a protective totem, but to activate it we have to go to the place of origin and show it to the entity," my grandmother looked away from the book to meet my gaze. "No. No, no, no. I won't go back there. I can't, I-" I started to refuse, but my words were interrupted by Matt's. "Honey, it's the only thing we have left. Please, I can't see you like this anymore."

Matt's words hit me harder than I thought. Was it the last resort? Yes. Did I want to be free from this monster? Clearly. But the adrenaline I felt there was on another level, something I never wanted to experience again.

Besides, what if I don't show it to her in time? What if she tries to kill me again and succeeds?

I couldn't go back there. Never. But I also didn't want to live in fear, thinking that I could die at any moment.

"Okay, I'll do it." I finally agreed. My grandmother began to explain what I would have to do once I got there. When she finished, she gave me the totem, a small piece of gold with a green diamond in the center, representing its rarity and validity. The power of holding something like that in my hands was indescribable.

"It would be best if you all slept here tonight, and tomorrow when the sun sets we'll go to the church," my grandmother explained. We all nodded, and soon after we were sleeping in different rooms.

Even though I was still afraid to sleep, the security of being there, with Matt by my side, was enough to calm me down. He held me tightly all night, afraid that something would happen to me again.

In the blink of an eye, the sun came up and its rays pierced through the window, falling on my face and waking me from a deep sleep. I groaned, complaining about the sun in my face. Matt woke up and hugged me tighter, the smell of vanilla that came from his body filled my nostrils.

"Good morning, darling. Ready for today?" Matt said. Truthfully, no, I wasn't ready. Not at all. I was very scared, but I also knew it was the only option. I nodded silently. "Don't worry now, we still have several hours."

He was right, I didn't have to worry now because there was still a lot of time for that. So, I decided to clear my mind and enjoy this moment, cuddling with Matt and maybe sleeping a little more.

The sound of knocking on the door made me jump a little. "Breakfast is ready, kids!" My grandmother called us, even though we're already adults. These little gestures she does, like making us breakfast, letting us sleep here, is what makes her the best grandmother.

I smiled when I saw Matt's face, who was grateful not to have to make breakfast, but annoyed at having to leave the warm bed. I got up slowly, the pain in my back still hadn't gone away.

Matt followed me, and we both went downstairs to the kitchen. The guys were already sitting at the table, enjoying breakfast.

The day continued until night fell. The sunlight was no longer visible. "I think we should be on our way now," Matt said. Everyone nodded and we got into the truck. My grandmother brought a few things in case the release method didn't work, like holy water, a cross, etc.

The journey began, and soon after, a light drizzle started to fall. The sky was already completely black, and there was a little fog on the road.

This made the route a little more difficult to see. My mind was distracted, the scenes from the time at the church replaying in my head over and over again.

I was so focused on what had happened that I didn't realize we had arrived. "We're here," Matt said, turning off the car. I got out of the car, surprised again by the sheer size of the place. I couldn't take my eyes off it; it was as if something was calling me.

While the others were getting out, I decided to go inside. I opened the large stone door and went in alone. This time, the place was filled with candles and the man from before was gone. I started walking towards the altar; it was colder in there than outside. Suddenly I heard a noise of something moving, but when I turned around it was just a bird flying.

I continued to explore the place, the silence broken only by the sound of my footsteps. The walls were covered in dust, hiding the old paintings. I was so lost in exploring that I didn't hear the door close. Behind me were the guys calling my name, as it was dangerous for me to go in alone, but I didn't hear them. At the altar, a rusty crucifix seemed to hold the secrets of centuries past. Just thinking about the number of people who had come here sent chills down my spine.

There was no movement, no noise but my footsteps, no life there, nothing. It was as if time had stopped in this place, leaving behind only the imprint of faith and oblivion.

I was examining the altar when I started to hear a strange sound... a subtle, almost inaudible hiss, filling the place. The feeling of tension in the place grew and grew.

The air began to be difficult to breathe, my heart beating faster than normal. 'You're okay, Y/n. Nothing is going to happen.' I tried to remember Matt's words, calming myself in any situation. Looking around, I found the source of that sound. I slowly approached the holy water font, and strangely, the water inside it was evaporating.

"What the..." I whispered, as if someone could hear me. I slowly raised my gaze, following the smoke from the water, and there I found her.

The nun had her head down, but when she lifted it all the candles went out. Once again it was dark, but now I wasn't scared... was I? I tried to convince myself not to be afraid, but who am I kidding? I'm trembling.

It was the first time I'd looked into her eyes, as black as night, her skin as pale as an angel's, and her tears as red as blood. I tried to pull away, but she raised her hand and I fell to my knees. It was as if she now had control over my body. Tears streamed down my face, my sobs growing louder and louder. Suddenly, a supernatural force began to pull me towards the altar, gripping my legs.

"No! Help!" I screamed desperately. No one could hear my cries or pleas. With my nails, I tried to dig into the floor, leaving marks all the way to the altar.

Once there, I tried to stand, as the nun approached. When I managed to stand, the nun levitated me into the air. I screamed and screamed non-stop, slowly losing my last bit of strength. A deep, maniacal laugh escaped her lips, showing her complete contempt for my suffering. "Let me down!" I begged as she laughed.

My body began to give up, this time there was no one to save me. My eyes, red from too much crying, continued to shed tears of pleading and fear.

With a movement, the nun began to strangle me. The air was cut off, my mind fading, my strength waning. I closed my eyes, and that's when I saw it. Matt and I, smiling and loving each other as always. He was the reason I had to fight, to live, and to kill this evil entity.

I opened my eyes and gathered my strength to pull the totem from my pants and show it to the nun. "I'm not afraid of you!" I shouted, the nun's expression turning to one of fear. She began to scream as the totem emitted a light that burned her when it touched her body.

I fell from the air, landing abruptly on the floor. But I still held the totem in my hand, "You won't hurt anyone else anymore." The nun slowly turned to dust.

This was the end, after so much suffering, I was free. Tears of fear now turned into tears of happiness. When the nun disappeared completely, the door burst open, and Matt came running towards me. My knees were stuck to the floor, my body slowly filling with pain again, but it didn't matter, because now I was in Matt's arms, as he congratulated me on how strong I had been.

I cried with happiness as Matt showered me with kisses and told me sweet things. "I love you, Y/n," I heard before falling into a deep sleep.

You should never dare to enter the darkness.

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[yanderes-galore]

Hi hope you’re doing ok ! Would it be alright if I request a Short story for yandere romance MK where the reader(if possible female if not gn is fine) finds out about his weird dark hobbies /thoughts. Reader tries to keep her distance only for it to backfire immediately. Now reader is trying to escape from MK only for the reader to bump into Mei, hoping to be helped the reader goes to her only for dragon girl to trick them and lead them back to MK much to the reader betrayal and MK joy 🌺anon 

Sure! Doesn't look like I added your anon name to my list... so I'll do that before this is posted :) Anyways, I hope I did well... Here's delusional MK having Mei help him keep you for himself.

Two Faced

Yandere! MK Oneshot (With Enabler! Mei)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Stalking, Mei enables MK, Implied kidnapping, Delusional behavior, Clingy behavior, Secret picture taking, Unwanted affection (Kisses and hugs), Consensual turned forced relationship.

It was hard to say 'no' when it came to your ex, MK. He didn't force you into anything... but it was hard to stand your ground when he gave you those damn puppy eyes. Unfortunately... you were going to hit your limit at some point.

MK had always been... clingy. Clingy to the point it began to cause problems in your life. You loved him, you really did...

But he could never leave his girlfriend alone if he tried.

You immediately knew something was wrong when you noticed MK's strange behavior. Normally you never suspected a thing, he was just clingy and overly attentive. He's such a sweetheart...

One who apparently stalks his girlfriend.

It was when you found his diary and secret photo album that you noticed MK's behavior. You had a feeling he was watching you. With all those powers of his, anything was possible...

Those items were your breaking point.

You had broken up with MK since you found out his behavior. It was a difficult process, MK didn't make it easy to leave him. Not with all his pleading and tears....

You had distanced yourself from MK after the breakup. You knew he wasn't taking it well. How could you not when he kept blowing up your phone or kept trying to follow you around?

Mei had been the one you usually go to in order to vent. You had told her all about MK's behavior. You worry about him, but at the same time, you're concerned about his unhealthy behavior.

Mei always smiles and nods, listening to your pleas. She's a good friend of MK's too, yet she knows he's been strange lately. It hurts you both to see him cry... but he'll get over it...

....

He never did.

"Baby, please! I miss you!" MK pleads as you run. His condition has only seemed to worsen since the last time you saw him. Has he even showered properly?

"You were supposed to be my girl! I'm sorry I messed up, baby... please come back! I'll be better!" MK yells while you run through the quickly darkening streets.

He had waited until after work to confront you. You had just gotten out of your own job, expecting to walk home like normal. Unfortunately, when you got home...

MK was there with a nervous smile, twitching eagerly as he tried to go in for a hug.

After that you had ditched. You needed to run. You needed to go find help... but who could you—?

Your eyes widen when you see the familiar green attire of your friend. You run down an alley, waiting for MK to pass, before approaching Mei. Tears are in your eyes... you're out of breath...

"Help...!" You plead, Mei giving you a surprised look.

"Hey, girl... what's wrong?" Mei asks, looking concerned with you being so out of breath.

"MK... He's lost it! You gotta help me... I don't know how to fix this...!" You plead, Mei nodding in thought.

"... alright, come on, let's fix this." Mei agrees, quietly taking your hand. You give a thankful smile and follow your friend gratefully.

You're led through the streets. You assume Mei might take you somewhere to get help, or maybe even let you rest at her home. Either way... you feel very comforted by your friend...

However...

After a few minutes you find yourself in front of MK.

"W-What are you doing!?" You plead, looking at Mei with hurt eyes. Her own gaze is conflicted... yet determined.

"You wanted to fix things... right?" Mei whispers, glancing at MK. "In order to do that... maybe you two should talk?"

You can't believe what you're hearing.

"Mei! You found her! You actually found her!" MK squeals, giddy over the fact he finally has his girlfriend back. "Yes! Come here, baby...."

You yelp when MK pulls you into a bone crushing hug, Mei awkwardly watching from the side. She feels horrible... you didn't deserve this. But at the same time...

She couldn't bear to watch MK cry over you anymore, it only made him more destructive....

You struggle but MK is stronger than you. He peppers you in kisses and hugs, whispering pet names as he clings to you. You can't tell if you want to cry... or scream....

"Thank you so much, Mei..." MK whispers, glancing up at his friend. "I'm going to take my baby home now, she and I have some... catching up to do."

Mei nods quietly, watching as MK drags you down the street. You're struggling, tears brimming your eyes as you look to Mei for help. Mei hesitates... but doesn't react.

MK needs you...

Hopefully things go back to normal after this since he has you... right?

[frostedclock-writes]

Crimson Magnolias

Part 4

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Alastor x F!Reader

Warnings: Rated R and Mature themes, one sided romance, Hanahaki disease, Ace Alastor,

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Part 3 here

How do you find yourself in situations like this?

Maybe you shouldn't panic agree to things. Why is your first trigger response being to agree to stuff? You tap your foot lightly on the floorboard of the limo. It was large inside, black velvet seats with blue threads, dark leather around the doors and then even a black privacy screen between you both and the driver. You sat across from Vox, who was dressed in a sleek cyan and deep blue suit, his vest held red accents on it. You drummed your fingers on the glass of whiskey he had handed you. Not that you were nervous to be in the limo with Vox, just your thoughts drifted to the dinner plans with Alastor. He didn't appreciate tardiness and you had rushed out so suddenly earlier.

" You look like you are doing well. Still wearing the same old style I see. " Vox swirled a clear liquor around in a martini glass, but you didn't know if it was actually gin.

" Well, it's something I'm used to. And I am doing well enough, " You make small shrug. " Though, I am not doing as well as you have been. How long has it been? Fifteen... Twenty years?"

" Twenty nine years but who is keeping track. " Vox gave a laugh, and then he set his glass down on the small table built into the armrest of the limo. " So, do you still work at that little club? What was it called.... "

" Ragtime... " Then you sigh and put a laugh on your lips. " But don't act like you don't know where I work now. Your little snake isn't very subtle. "

" That or your really observant. " He put a hand on his knee and leaned forward.

You set your glass down on the armrest table next to you. " Vox, if you just picked me up to see what Alastor is up to. You can just let me out here. I can find my way back. "

" Ahahah! " Vox bursted out with a laugh and slapped his knee. He wagged his cyan colored finger at you. " See? Always looking. Always watching, I always liked that about you. "

You cracked a small smile and hid it behind your glass as you picked it up and finally took a drink. " Well I don't know, and if that's all you were looking for. I'm quite a disappointment."

Vox waved his hand, he leaned back against the plush upholstery. " I guessed as much. " He drummed his fingers a little. " And I know better than to ask you of all people to spy on him for me. " He looked out the window for a moment, his screen reflected the sides of the street as it slowly passed. He had a slight smile. Not the usual shape grin. He looked back and put his hand out with his palms up , " Can't an old friend check in ?"

"After this long? " You chuckled. " If you really wanted to see me, you could have at any time. "

Vox made a scoff of a laugh that gave you pause. " Up until seven years ago, you were hard to get to. Without..." His cyan claw-like fingertips tapped on his glass as he picked it up. " Hmm well let's say if someone weren't on Alastor's good side, then good luck getting anywhere near you. "

You make a small laugh and roll your eyes. Finding it a bithard to believe. " You could have stopped by my house at any time. "

" Mmhmm. " Vox took a drink. " Well doesn't matter. Seems like Alastor is distracted with that, " He wiggled the fingers of his free hand. " Silly project of his."

" He says he was bored..." You glance at the time on the large clocktower as the limo crawled past it. Sixty minutes. Looks like you aren't getting shopping done. You didn't want to be late to the dinner though.

" That's not a surprise. "

You looked back to Vox, an eyebrow cocked. "Hmm?"

Vox made a shrug and then a smirk twitched alive on his screen. "Nothing. " He took another drink, he set his cup down, " Y/N, would you like to see Vee Tower? I think you would like it. It isn't anything like that filthy hotel Alastor tricked you into working at."

" He didn't trick me." You say but the sentence seemed like it was ignored. " And I would but I have plans tonight. Dinner plans with Alastor, and he wouldn't like it if I stood him up. " You make a laugh

His blue lined eye twitched a little. He seemed to force his laughter. " Right haha should have known. Alastor hasn't been back for long and you would prefer to torture yourself with his company. "

You snort a laugh and smile. " I have a feeling he would feel similar about me spending time with you. "

Vox made a light chuckle and shook his head a little. His broken antenna bounced a little. " Probably. " He shifted as the car pulled to a stop in front of the slightly gaudy tower with his brand plastered all over it with a mingle from the other Vee's. Sex and Fashion.

"Vox?" You glance out the window and then back to him.

" I was hoping to show you what I've accomplished since the last time you have seen me. I'm sure it's a step above that ratty hotel. "

You make a small sigh. " Vox, I have plans soon. I don't know if-"

He put his hand up and it gave you pause. " It will be quick. I won't show you all the floors." He gave one of those slightly cocked smiles. You look at the time. Fourty five minutes. " Come on. And I'll even drop you off back at that hotel. "

" I need to be back by five. "

Vox's smile grew wider. " Twenty minutes. In and out. "

The door was opened by what you assume was an assistant from what the fish-like young man with a earpiece and a clipboard with paper in tucked under his arm. Vox stepped out first and offered out his hand towards you as you scooted closer to the limo door. You looked at his hand then slowly put your own in his, he gently pulled you as he helped you out of the vehicle. You look up at the massive tower as you approached the steps.

Flashes of cameras took pictures of you and made you feel a bit dizzy even as Vox lead you inside and away from the commotion. Vox hadn't even spared them a glance, you assume he was used to such attention nowadays. The doors slid open and the smell of disinfectant and a faint scent that reminded you of electrical burn filled your nose.

" They are chomping at the bit, hoping to hear more about my 'Angelic Security ' that I announced. " Vox made a laugh. " This extermination business has the press crawling all over the place."

" Oh, right. I suspect your always in the spotlight now. Must get tiresome. "

" Ahaha you have no idea. "

You make a hum as he escorted you into an elevator. You pause at the door. You glance at it, it seemed newer and maybe safer - questionable- but you were still apprehensive. Vox looked at you with a cocked eyebrow for a moment but when you took a breath and stepped inside, he stood next to you. His arm was over the top of your back and a hand rested on your shoulder. The door slid closed with no noise and you only realized you had started moving when the LED display above the door began to change numbers. You clear your throat, the itch to it always present, like you always needed something to drink.

You relaxed and cursed at yourself for even being nervous. It was the Vees base of operations. It wouldn't have an elevator that could collapse at any moment. State of the art. That was usually the motto of the ads. The numbers clicked to well past twenty before it settled. The floor right below the penthouse. You werw curious as you stepped out of the elevator into what looked like it could be part of a office building but the sharpness of the decor and- is that a fucking aquarium wall?

Sharks.

"Vox."

Vox looked down at you and he had a smile on his screen. Shit eating, one might discribe it. " Y/N. "

" Did you really build an aquarium? For sharks. "

" Yes."

" What are you? Some Bond villain?" You cracked a smile as you looked at him with an accusitory look.

His screen tinted a slightly different shade of blue as he laughed. " Well I always did appreciate those men with class." He tugged his bowtie a little, tightening it.

"Well it suits you very well. "

You approached the glass and the sharks swirled around in the massive tank. A hammerhead slowly swam near the glass and looked at you with glowing red eyes. You make a small laugh, of course he upgraded them. You place your hand on the cold glass, in the reflection barely visible of Vox approaching behind you.

You felt a hand on your shoulder. " Beautiful aren't they? " Vox asked. " Always moving forward..."

" I suppose you can relate. " You chuckle and turn.

He shrugged a shoulder.

" Progress stops for no man. " Vox smiled a bit wider, it was kind of cheeky. " Would you like to feed them?"

You make a laugh. " What you got a sinner cut up in little bits just waiting in a bucket?"

Vox offered his hand out, the other tucked behind his back. " Come on, you know you want to."

You snort and take his hand. " You are still such a sap. "

Vox lead you to what you had assumed was a supply closet door but he opened it up andit lead into a large hallway with a ladder going up to the top of the tank. He lead you up to the top of the platform,it was made of steel and was quite study. There was in fact a metal bucket with pieces of meat and what might be fish of some sort inside. Must be expensive to import fish from the Envy ring, though, he probably has more money then most sinners. Perhaps Carmines were the only other rich sinners that could afford such a luxury. Vox plucked a fish from the bucket and tossed it into the water, it only took a moment for two sharks to start circling near the surface. You felt a bit nervous.

You took a few steps and then picked up a piece of what you were going to tell yourself was pork and tossed it towards the water, sharp teeth snatched it up and was beneath the surface again. Vox made a slight chuckle.

" You can come closer. Your with me, they are going to mistake you for a snack. " Vox laughed.

You moved to the edge and looked over. The expectant sharks loomed for another nibble. You made a nervous laugh and looked back to Vox. He stared into the water for a while " It's nice..."

He looked to you, tilting his screen just a little. " What is?"

" Seeing you do so well. " You smile as you shake your head. " That's all. "

" Well, I've worked hard for it. "

" I can tell. " You make a gentle sigh. " Sometimes I feel like I'm... Rooted I suppose. I just never had it in me to be cutthroat and down here , it seems like that's the way you make it anywhere. " You give a sharp look to Vox as you heard a bit of laughter.

" You have it in you. " His grin grew and he put his hand on your forearm. He chuckled again, " I once recall you-"

" Shh aph-pa-pa shush. That... That was different." Your face felt like it was heating up.

" You just need to stop holding yourself back. "

Your throat tickled a little. " I have trouble with that..."

" That's because you spend to much time with Alastor. He is allergic to progress it seems. " He hummed and then he pulled his phone out. The time flashed across the front.

Shit.

" Looks like I've kept you a tad longer then I had anticipated. Let's get you back. " Vox put his phone back in his coat pocket.

" Right. You can make it back to the hotel in ten minutes right?" You ask with a bit of a nervous laugh on your words.

" It shouldn't be trouble. "

You followed Vox back down the ladder. The walk back to the elevator went quickly and you tapped your foot a bit impatient as you began to travel down the dozens of floors down to the main lobby. Vox glanced at you out of the corner of his screen, you could feel his gaze. The doors slid open and he extended his arm as you stepped out to keep the door from closing and he slipped out behind you.

" I could give you a better tour when you have more time if you wish. Perhaps Velvette will be in a decent mood and I can introduce you to her. "

" Well as long as you don't leave me alone in a room with that Valentino, I haven't personally met him but I've heard enough to know I would rather not. "

Vox laughed and he put his arm on your shoulder as he escorted you though the crowd of journalists. " He isn't that bad... When he isn't fucking whining or in a pissy mood, which is a rare occurrence lately. Staffing issues one might say." He said it like it was an inside joke.

He opened the car door for you, and you slipped inside the limo and settled into the plush seats. Vox climbed inside next to you, and settled this time into the seat beside yours rather than across. The small table was the only thing that separated the two of you. You felt the limo start to move as soon as the door was closed behind Vox, leaving behind the assistant to deal with the slew of questions shot out like bullets towards Vox as he had gotten in.

The ride was thankfully quick, you wondered for a moment if Vox had control over the traffic lights as well as the surveillance on the streets. As the limo pulled in front of the gate of the Hotel grounds, you moved to leave the car. Vox opened the door for you and let you slip out of the limo without much difficulty, the window rolled down as the door closed.

You pause and look at Vox as he looked out of the window of the limo. " We should meet up again, catch up a little more. When you have a bit more time on your hands, of course. Just you and I and maybe some dinner?" He chuckled. " How about this weekend? Six o'clock. I'll pick you up. "

Was... Was he asking you out?

" Well uh... Maybe? " You weren't exactly sure if it was a good idea.

Vox extended a hand out of the vehicle and in his cyan fingertips was a business card. Shiny thick stock. You took it carefully, it simply had his name and a phone number on it. You look at it then back to him it's a raised eyebrow.

" Well, if you want to, just give me a call. That's my personal number so you won't get my assistant, so if I'm busy just leave me a message. "

You look at the enameled red numbers on the card. " Oh, alright. Thank you, Vox." You tuck the card in your peacoat pocket.

" Let me know. I hope to hear from you soon. "

You nod, and Vox rolled the window up. The limo slowly drove away , you watched for a moment before you turned to start ealking down the cobblestone path up to the Hotel entrance. You pause, frozen almost in your tracks. Alastor stood near the entrance of the hotel, his hands clasping the top of his microphone, his ever present smile greeted you. You slowly walked over, your stomach was doing flips. You felt guilty.

" Alastor.... "

" Ah, there you are. I was beginning to wonder where you had slipped off too, and if you would make it back for our dinner plans. Though, I didn't expect the... Company, you were keeping. " His eyebrow twitched and his smile looked more strained. Forced. He tapped the end of his microphone cane on the ground then spun on his heels." No matter! Best not let him ruin a good evening between friends. " Alastor offered his arm, you link your arm with his. His hand patted the top of yours.

" Right... " You whispered under your breath.

You felt like you might vomit.

Taglist: @boldlyenchantingfox22 @sirens-and-moonflowers @kerosene--lamp @girl-nahh-two @phoephan-123 @l3rittany

[faghubby]

Resolutions

"Did you pick up more champagne" Kathy asked as soon as I walked in.

"Yes" I smiled. She was rushing around setting things up for the party.

"I just want everything to be perfect" she told me. "Go shower and get dressed". She told me. I gave her a peck on the cheek and headed upstairs. It was going to be a good night I thought. I made sure Kathy had not followed me upstairs. I went to her lingerie drawer and found my favorite pair of her panties. A black satin pair with pink lace around the legs and waist. And a cute little pink bow. I grabbed my clothes for the night and jumped into the shower. I wanted to jerk off. I wasn't hard. I just had a habit I loved to play with myself. But I resisted. I dried off and slid on Kathy's panties. Before I finished getting dressed. I had been secretly wearing panties since I was 12. But recently had found wearing them under my clothes was exhilarating. I had gotten the idea from flipping thru my secret Tumblr account. I was just finishing up when Kathy yelled up the stairs.

"Paul, could you bring up the ice from the basement" I bounded down the stairs. I bought the ice up. I found myself watching Cathy skirt around the house setting out food, or coasters. She looked amazing. This gorgeous woman had married me two years ago. I was the luckiest man in the world. But I wasn't watching her. Instead it was her form fitting dress that flared out so when she spun it lifted so elegantly. Her legs almost glistening as her stockings caught the light just right. Her heels tapping on the hardwood floors. I looked up again and stared into her pale blue eyes. Her long brown hair slipped into her face. She was perfect. 26 years old. 5'2" Maybe 110 lbs. Perky hand size breasts and an amazing ass. I didn't deserve her. Just then the door bell rang. I rushed to get the door.

Inviting in several of our guest all arriving together. I continued to watch Kathy happly playing hostess. She loved be a stay at home wife. She could work having a degrees in socially and teaching. We didn't need money. My parents had died just before we got married in a car accident. Leaving us financially set for life. I took over my father's maintenance company. But stayed in the office not knowing much about the actual work involved. Sometimes feeling overwhelmed by the men and women who did the work. Strong confident blue color types. The party was going good everyone enjoying themselves. It was now about 11:30. When Kathy stopped the music. She had been drinking. I went and hugged her.

"Come lie down before you" I whispered in her ear.

"NOW!? now you want to take me to bed!" She yelled. I laughed

"Kathy just had a little too much champagne" I told everyone.

"Paul wears my panties, and hasn't touched me in weeks!" Kathy yelled. Before I could say anything she gave me a wedgie exposing the pink lace and black satin.

The room erupted in laughter. I wanted to wilt away and die. But at the same time was more excited then I could ever remember. Kevin one of my friends from college grabbed my pants and pulled them down exposing me completely. My dick pushing hard against the soft thin material of the panties. I went to pull the panties out of my ass only to have my hand slapped by someone.

"Some one has been a naughty boy" Helen, Kathy's aunt laughed.

"SPANK HIM SPANK HIM" came a laughing chant. Suddenly I was pulled by my hands, I tripped over my pants and was held bent over a table. From somewhere Kathy was handed a belt. Someone grabbed my legs as well.

"Count as we approach midnight" Kathy laughed. Suddenly I felt the first blow as everyone yelled 15. I was then struck again and again as the clock ticked down. 15 lashes with a belt. She had not hit me hard enough to do damage but my ass was red. I was then released. As I stood I saw Kathy kissing John. My operations manager. He ran the day to day at the company. We could not be more unlike. His hands cooed Kathy's ass. I wanted to cry. But also cum. Only after the kiss did Kathy turn back to me.

"I've been cheating on you since out first anniversary when you couldn't even get hard to make love to your wife. Tonight it's John" she laughed. For alot the party was over and they started to leave. I fixed my pants and was hiding in the kitchen trying to avoid people. When Kevin and his wife Samantha came in.

"Paul, we were" Kevin started. I figured they came to say goodbye. But Samantha cut off the nervous John. She stepped close and kissed me on the mouth I was taken back but she continued dragging me to the floor. She broke the kiss and moved. I was now staring at Kevin's cock. Sam took it her hand and grabbed my hair gently guiding me to it.

"Suck his big cock, he loves it when fairy boys suck his big juicy cock." Kathy told me her hand opened my fly and she rubbed her fingers against my satin panties. I don't know why but I took my friends cock in my mouth.

"Close your eyes and suck his cock. Cradle his balls" Sam whispered in my ear as I did everything she said. I tried to get Samantha to take out my dick but she just rubbed it with two fingers thru the panties. Samantha never stopped whispering in my ear about how well I was doing. Or what to do next.

"He is going to cum" Samantha giggled after some time I tried to pull away.

"No wait take it" Samantha told me reaching in my pants and cupping my balls. Just as Kevin let go. The first shot made me gag. I pushed back and the second shot smacked me in the eye, a third and forth shot hit me before I could react coating my face in cum. Samantha pulled her hand out of my pants. I still hadn't cum. A round of applause erupted in the kitchen. I realized everyone had come to watch. I couldn't belive I had done this, I quickly looked around for Kathy she was no where to be seen. It was now after one. And more people went home. The few that stayed seemed to have made this into some kind of sex club. Everyone seemed to be hooking up. My personal assistant Andrea took my neighbor and one of Kathy's friends into the spare bedroom. I walked in on My other neighbors kissing and petting Kathy's sister in the living room. Kathy and John had locked themselves in the master bedroom. I couldn't take it I locked myself in the hall bath and jerked off , twice. Finally thinking straight I sat on the floor crying about what had happened.

I must of fallen asleep. I woke to a banging on the door. I got up and let Andrea in. She was naked. I tried to get past her she didn't care started peeing before I evennclosed the door. The master door was ajar. I peeked in to see John had left. Kathy was naked laying on top of the covers. I went in and started to tuck her in.

"Cuddle with me, leave the panties on" Kathy smiled as I had aroused her.

"Kathy" I whined a bit.

"I know what you want, I have seen what you watch on your phone. I have pics of you in my wedding gown" she told me sitting up. I dropped my pants and got under the covers with her.

"I heard about what you did to kevin" she told me. "I don't see you as a man. Not sure I ever did. But you are my best friend. I want to help you" she cuddled and drifted back to sleep.

I woke before her and walked in to my sister in law Lynn on her knees with her head between my neighbor Annie's thighs as Annie's husband Tom watched. I quickly left and started to make pancakes.

"Paul" I heard Lynn call out. "Would you like to help out your sister in law and come suck Tom's cock" I ignored them bit then Tom came into the kitchen he wore only his boxer briefs. I tried not to even look at him. Then he pushed me over the counter. He pulled off my sweat pants I still wore The now stained panties. He pulled them down as well. Lynn and Annie came in someone had lube. And I felt Tom's fingers pushing into my ass.

"He's so tight" Tom laughed.

"Are you a virgin?" Annie giggled.

"It's been a long time since I had a virgin" Tom told me.

"Please no" I wimpered. As I felt Tom pushing his cock against my hole.

"Yes fuck the faggot" I heard Annie say. As Tom worked his hard cock into my ass. I cried as he fucked me.

"Sweety we all cry a little our first time" Lynn laughed. Tom pounded away finishing in my ass. He pulled out and I laid on the floor. After a few minutes I recovered and went and showered. Suddenly the shower curtain opened and Kathy got in with me.

"I know it hurts, you know you wanted it to" she told me. "There will be big changes around here" Kathy told me. She got out and let me finish.

The changes started as soon as i got out of the shower. Kathy handed me a pair of pink panties. Without a word I put them on.

"No more pretend, you will wear girlie things under your clothes everyday. Also you need to have all your body hair removed. I want you smoother then I am. I didn't go to work the next week. Instead I had hair removal appointments. Got a manicure. My fingers where clear coated but my toes pink. Kathy took me shopping. She didn't hide that it was all for me. As she had me fitted for a bra. And had me pick out lingerie. Shoe shopping she flirted with the man who kept bringing me higher and higher heels to try on.

When I did return to work I had new uniforms. I had pink woman's dress shirts with my name embroidered on them and some bright pink polo shirts. But even the slacks didn't have pockets. I realized Kathy had gotten me woman's uniforms. But even girlie then the ones we provided for everyone else. She told me to let my hair grow out as well.

First day back to work. I had a new office. Kathy had hired someone to take over my official duties.

"You are the new morel officer. She led me to old small store room in the back. They had painter the door bright pink. Inside there was no desk. A chair, bed, and a strange looking padded table.

She bent me over the padded table and produced and wooden ruler from somewhere. She pulled down my pants and gave me 12 smacks.

"You are my gay bitch from now on, you are not to even think about a woman other then how much you want to wear her clothes. You will suck cock and get fucked by anyone who wants to." Kathy informed me. I became the company sex toy. Men I didn't even know would come in and demand a blow job. Someday I sucked as many as 12 cocks, other days I sat and played games on my phone. At ho,e I got no relief. I was given the nanny room in the basement. Tom and a few others had keys to the back door and would just come in and take me however they wished. Sometimes I only saw Kathy as she drove me to work. All my sports cars gone. I was just a horny faggot slut for men to use.

[deatheaterv]

A STRANGER

pairing : fred weasley x fem!reader

genre : angsty-fluff

summary : once inseparable, you and fred drifted apart after a misunderstanding, leaving him watching you from afar as you became the center of attention. at a gryffindor party, drunk and overwhelmed, he confessed years of pain, believing he no longer mattered to you.

it had been years since you and fred had spoken to each other. back when you were kids, you two were inseparable, always laughing and causing trouble together. but one day, something changed. it was a misunderstanding, something so trivial you couldn’t even remember the details anymore, but it was enough to put a wall between you. and over time, that wall grew taller. so, you became strangers, walking past each other in the halls of hogwarts like nothing had ever happened.

now, in your fifth year, you were practically the most popular person in gryffindor. everyone knew you, wanted to be around you. your charm, your wit, your laugh. it had all drawn people in, and you didn’t even realize how much fred had been watching you. he was trying so hard to ignore the growing feelings that had taken root inside him, but it was impossible. he would see you at dinner, surrounded by your friends, laughing, and it would hit him like a ton of bricks.

he never wanted to admit it, but he missed you. he missed the days when it was just the two of you, no expectations, no people trying to get your attention. just you and him, goofing off and making up jokes that no one else understood.

but now, fred found himself watching you from afar. he couldn’t just walk up to you and act like everything was fine. no, it wasn’t that simple. you were so popular, and he was just fred weasley, the prankster, the one who’d been left behind in your past. he couldn’t bear the thought of being rejected again.

so, he tried everything. he tried being funny, tried catching your attention with little tricks and pranks, but every time, you either didn’t notice or just brushed him off. it was so hard. he could see the way you smiled at other people, but when he tried to talk to you, you just treated him like a stranger. it was like he didn’t even exist to you.

that night, however, was different. it was the gryffindor party, and fred had had a little too much to drink. his thoughts were clouded, and the alcohol gave him a courage he didn’t want but desperately needed. he saw you across the room, laughing with your friends, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

“oi, y/n!” fred called out, stumbling slightly as he made his way over to you. you looked up, a little surprised to see him standing there, his face flushed and his expression unreadable. “can we talk?”

you raised an eyebrow but nodded, motioning for him to follow you to a quieter corner of the common room. you’d never really spoken to him much since you’d grown distant, it felt odd.

“what’s up, fred?” you asked, your voice polite but distant. fred ran a hand through his hair, looking down at his feet for a moment before finally meeting your eyes.

“do you even remember me?” he blurted out, his voice sharp and uneven. the question caught you off guard, and you blinked in confusion.

“huh?”

“do you even remember me, y/n? because i remember you. i remember every stupid thing about you. how you hate licorice wands but eat them anyway if you’re stressed. how you used to laugh at all my bad jokes even when no one else did.” his voice cracked, and he let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “but you? you don’t even look at me anymore.

your throat tightened, and you opened your mouth to respond, but he cut you off.

“do you know how much it hurts? to go from being your best mate to this? a stranger you can’t even bother to say hi to. i’ve spent years trying to figure out what i did wrong, why you stopped caring. but maybe the truth is you just outgrew me.” his voice dropped to a whisper, and his eyes, usually so full of mischief, looked so tired.

“fred, i..”

“no, it’s fine,” he interrupted, his tone laced with bitterness. “you don’t owe me anything. i just… i needed to get it out, you know? because i can’t keep pretending it doesn’t hurt. seeing you, knowing i’ll never mean anything to you again. it’s killing me.”

you stared at him, the weight of his words crashing down on you. for the first time in years, you saw fred. really saw him. not the jokester, not the prankster, but the boy who used to mean the world to you, the boy you’d let slip away.

fred gave you a forced smile, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “it’s okay, y/n. you don’t have to say anything. i just.. i needed you to know.”

before you could stop him, he turned to leave. but something in you snapped, and you grabbed his arm, pulling him back. he turned, startled, just as you leaned in and kissed him.

it wasn’t rushed or desperate. it was soft, careful, filled with everything you hadn’t been able to say. fred froze for a moment before his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer. when you finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and his breath was shaky.

“you idiot,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “you never stopped meaning everything to me.”

fred let out a shaky laugh, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “well, that’s good to know. because you’ve always meant everything to me too.”

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X-Men '97 Rewrite (Part 1)

@a-roguish-gambit, @cheesecakeluvrs

Hey there guys!

As I’m sure many of you know, it’s been almost an entire year since X-Men '97 premiered.

And ever since it’s first season wrapped up back in May, the reception towards has notably shifted.

While the common consensus being that while the show is good, it does have a lot of glaring flaws.

And a lot of this has to do with the show's creator, former showrunner and head writer: Beau DeMayo.

It was revealed right before the show premiered that he was fired from the show.

Though the reasons why were still unclear.

However, once the first season was completed, we would find out why DeMayo was fired.

That being he allegedly made the work environment incredibly toxic and was guilty of committing acts of sexual harassment.

And with people finding out more about him over the ensuing months, it made a lot of the flaws of this series a lot more apparent and gave a reason why they were there in the first place.

So, in honor of the upcoming 1 year anniversary of the show, I've decided that I wanted to do a rewrite of the first season.

I'm not sure if anyone else has done this yet, but if so, let me know.

Anyway, for this rewrite, there will be major changes.

Also, I will be highlight of the flaws of the series throughout this series.

And to start this off, we'll be looking at the first two episodes of the series, as they premiered on the same day.

So without further ado, let's get this started!

Episode 1: To Me, My X-Men (March 20th, 2024)

Overall, this is episode is largely the same, but there are a few key differences.

First, there’s the roster.

It’s essentially the same, but there’d two things to here.

First off, there’s Bishop.

It was really cool to see him become a full-time member of the team, given how he was a recurring guest character in the original animated series.

For only three episodes……

But here, he will be sticking around.

Next, the team actually has another new addition.

And that new addition is Colossus, who like Bishop in the original series, was also a recurring guest character.

As you would expect, he would be sporting his classic outfit now.

As for his voice, he would be now voiced by Stefan Kapičić, reprising his role as the character from the Deadpool films.

We would see this in the opening scene, where Cyclops, Storm and Bishop infiltrate the hideout of The Friends of Humanity.

We’d see Colossus tanking blasts, hurling massive objects at them, and destroying their machinery.

Next we come to the X-Men’s status.

In the past year since Xavier left, things have been looking up for them.

Human-mutant relations have greatly improved, and mutants are now being integrated into society.

The Xavier School for the Gifted has become an actual school again and are now teaching both young mutants and humans.

This would be revealed during the breakfast scene.

Plus, it would be pretty cute to see these students absolutely gawking over having their teachers be The X-Men.

And The X-Men themselves being pretty flattered about the whole thing.

One thing to note that a lot of people mentioned was that it seemed like the show was planning to go to audience surrogate route with Roberto.

But after this episode, they basically threw that out.

But in this version, they’ll actually keep that route….but it wouldn’t be with Roberto.

Instead, it would be done with Kitty Pryde.

Just about every X-Men fan reading this:

Yep, Kitty would be the audience surrogate for this series!

And this is just the best of both worlds!

Not only because Kitty has experience with this kind of thing, but also because just about everyone who watched the original series all wished she would’ve made an appearance.

Hell, some even wished she was the audience surrogate rather than Jubilee.

Side Note: Does anyone else keep forgetting that Roberto was even in '97? He got side-lined pretty hard. Not helped with the fact that he was kind of a dweeb.

But yeah, Kitty would be taking Roberto’s spot as the hostage of The Friends of Humanity.

And as you would expect, over the course of this episode, Kitty would promptly get to meet each of The X-Men.

While on the topic of Kitty, let’s talk about her voice.

For this series, Kitty would be voiced by voice acting legend, Kath Soucie.

Now, this choice I have for Kitty may seem strange to many of you.

Like, Kath is incredibly talented and despite being 72 now, she still sounds great!

But most of you are probably wonder why an actress that old is voicing a character who, in this series, is 16 years old.

Well first off, we’ve had plenty of teenage characters being voiced by actors much older than them.

Hell, Holly Chou, Jubilee’s new actor in this series, is like, 51.

And second off, this is would essentially serve as a major Easter egg.

As I’m sure most of you know, back in 1989, there was Pryde of the X-Men.

It was an animated tv special, serving as a pilot for a potential X-Men cartoon.

It focused on Kitty joining The X-Men, which consisted of Cyclops, Storm, Wolverine, Nightcrawler, Colossus and Dazzler.

However, the pilot didn’t really take off and the proposed series never got made. 

Though it did serve as the basis for the X-Men arcade game produced by Konami.

But in weird way, without this special, we wouldn’t have X-Men: The Animated Series.

So Kitty’s casting is basically a tribute to the special and everything finally coming full circle.

Hell, her outfit here would even be pulled from Pryde of the X-Men.

Anyway, the scene at the club would instead replace with a somber scene in the inner city

Just like Roberto did, Kitty ran away, feeling like that even among fellow mutants, she doesn’t belong and is trying to get a ride back home to Chicago.

We would get a really tender scene of The X-Men comforting Kitty, all relating to her struggles and ever sharing some of their origins, showing that they understand how it feels dealing with mutant powers for the first time.

Plus this would serve as the reveal of Kitty’s phasing ability.

The highlights would definitely be from Storm, Colossus, and Wolverine, with this essentially serving as the beginning of Kitty’s famous friendships with them.

And before you ask, no, Kitty and Colossus will not be a couple her.

Also, as they’re looking for Jubilee, we’ll also be getting some good oil’ shipping fuel.

We would find out that Rogue and Gambit had officially become a couple since the original series.

And there’s some hints about something going on between Wolverine and Morph.

And I’ll touch on why around the end of all this.

Anyway, the episode plays out the largely the same.

And since Colossus is here, you’ll know he’ll be tossing Sentinels arounds and smashing them into each other.

And yes, we’ll even see him and Wolverine performing the iconic fastball special!

However, the scene between Roberto and Jubilee would be replaced by one between her and Kitty.

But it’s still the same, with Jubilee assuring Kitty that she does belong here and that The X-Men are not just a team, they’re a family.

Kitty would reveal that while she does want to go home, she’s kinda afraid to because she fears that her parents would disown her for being a mutant.

Though she would also state that’s not the only reason she fears her parents would disown her.

Yeah, this version of the series is going there.

Also, this what Colossus’ ballin’ outfit will look like.

Episode 2: Mutant Liberation Begins (March 20th, 2024)

Once again, this episode is largely the same.

But there are still some massive changes.

To start this off, this version will be getting rid of perhaps the two biggest flaws of the series.

1. Magneto being the focal character. This doesn't really hit you at first, but as the series goes on, it does become much more apparent. Especially now with the fact that DeMayo is famously a huge Magneto stan, and more or less made him both a writer's pet and a kind of a self-insert. As a result, this lead to a good chunk of The X-Men being sidelined and even his character....kinda getting ruined, which I'll touch more on when we get to the second point. But one of the strangest things is that in spite of famously being a Holocaust survivor and Jewish, that's never mention in this entire series. Which you think DeMayo would do since he's a huge Magento fan, given how important that is to his character. But no. Once again, it kinda feels like he purposely erased those just so he could self-insert himself! Also, we already had one X-Men series with this whole focal character problem, we didn't need another one.

This isn't helped by the fact that Magneto was already the focal character of the later X-Men films, but one thing that's consistent with that franchise is their inability to actually focus on the goddamn X-Men.

Plus, it's made the show unfortunately fall into a major trapping of the comics over the last 20+ years.

I mentioned in my X-Men Hot Takes post that I couldn't stand how Magneto has been treated.

Being that everyone constantly portrays him as the true hero of X-Men.

Saying that Xavier and The X-Men were wrong and that their goal was dumb and meaningless.

Saying that he's justified in EVERYTHING he does!

And most famously of all....

That he was right.

And once again, I have to say to that.....

Here's the thing.

Magneto does have some good points, like how mutants should rise up and stand up for themselves against human bigots.

But he's not exactly right, and that's largely thanks to his execution and actions, which I'll touch a little more on later.

There's also the fact that in spite of the many horrible things he's done and his multitude of negative traits, fans and even the writers never seem like they want to actually have him face the consequences of his actions or ever confront any of those negative traits.

The best way I can describe this is that he has the inverse of the problem Peter Parker has with his fans.

I mentioned this before in my Flanderization of Peter Parker post, but the Spider-Man fandom has developed an obsession with emphasizing and gassing up Peter's negative traits and flaws, largely thanks to how much of a pushover the character has been portrayed as in recent years.

So much so that many of their ideal versions of Peter is basically him being a raging asshole who just hates everyone and everything.

Hell, it's gotten so bad, that I've even seen fans believing that Peter would/should actually be a FUCKING BIGOT!

Seriously, what the hell happened to this fanbase?!

But for Magneto, fans and writers seem like they want to portray him as never being capable of doing anything wrong.

Or if he does, he's always justified in doing it!

Look, I get that he is a very sympathetic character.

But I feel like people need to know that just because you're sympathetic, it doesn't excuse any horrible things you may do.

It could explain it, but not justify it.

I swear, Magneto could dead-ass murder these people's entire families and they would still find a way to justify it.

2. The Magneto, Rogue and Gambit love triangle.

Oh good lord this thing......

I said it before, and I'll say it again.

LOVE TRIANGLES ARE THE WORST.

They are rarely ever done and more often than not, are used as a cheap way of causing easy drama.

Not to mention it's one of the most overused writing cliches in general, alongside the third-act break-up and the liar reveal.

And The X-Men are unfortunately, famously guilty of this.

However, it in the original animated series, while the infamous Cyclops/Jean/Wolverine love triangle was there, it at least had the decency of being very one-sided.

Wolverine had a crush on Jean.

Jean wasn't interested and kept having to gently let him down.

And Cyclops was mentally holding back in the urge to blast the hairy manlet all the way to the next county.

However, '97 decided it wanted everyone to suffer by giving us an even worse love triangle.

Just about everyone has more or less have been about their vocal about their disdain towards it.

And it's not hard to see why.

This love triangle is the worst kind one can be.

One that screws over EVERYONE involved.

First there's Magneto.

I already mentioned that '97 kinda screwed over his characterization, and this love triangle was the main reason for it.

His past relationship with Rogue and his desire to get back with her generally makes Magneto look like a total creep and a scumbag.

There's the age difference between these two, which wouldn't have been that much of a problem if it wasn't for the blatantly retconned history between them.

Even though Rogue was of age when she and Magneto got together, this whole thing still gives off major predatory vibes, largely thanks to how young and naive she clearly was.

Also, I have to credit @cheesecakeluvrs for pointing this out, because I never picked it up myself.

The whole ordeal between them has this manipulative undertone.

Like, it's very clear that Magneto knows about Rogue's whole situation and her craving for physical intimacy.

And it's clear that he is kinda tempting her with the fact that he can bypass that with his powers.

This is made even worse when you remember that Magneto has a history of manipulating others for his own gain.

And how romantically immature Rogue is when compared to Magento.

Remember, that motherfucker was married once!

This especially comes to play in Episode 5.

Where although subtle, there is this sense that Magneto is pressuring Rogue and even lowkey forcing her to be with him.

Like when he said that she should be the leading lady of all Genosha.

I'm not sure if that's exactly what he said, but it was something similar to that.

And the thing is.....this could've worked if.....

A. They rightfully called out how creepy and manipulative this all is.

And B. Explain why he's doing all this. Like, why does he want to get back together with Rogue?

And what makes this relationship even worse is when you factor in the fact that DeMayo made Magento his self insert.

And the fact that one of the major reasons for his firing was sexual harassment allegations.

Well.......I think this clip speaks for itself.

Though I do wonder why he did this? Especially since he's an openly gay man.

Next we come to Gambit.

He definitely got the least bad (in spite of the fact that he got killed off halfway through the season), but still.

They kinda turned him into a Cuck Berry for the sake of the Magneto and Rogue relationship that was so obviously pulled out of this show's ass.

And finally we come to Rogue.

I think she may've been been done the DIRTIEST out of all three of them.

Like, apart from the fact that she's still hung on the whole not being able to touch people thing (which like, is anyone else starting to get kind of tired of that), that fact that her whole arc is largely revolved around her relationship with two men comes off as....kinda misogynistic.

Which seems to be for the course with DeMayo, as he apparently doesn't care or like just about any of the other female X-Men characters except for Jean.

Especially Emma Frost.

And apart from the retconned relationship, there's also the fact that in the original series, Rogue was pretty open about how see hated Magneto.

Like, during that period of time when everyone thought he was dead.

During his funeral (if you could even call it that), Rogue basically said "good riddance".

If I remember correctly, when DeMayo was asked about this continuity error, he revealed that the reason why Rogue hated Magneto was because she was still hurt from how their relationship fall apart all those years ago.

Yeah!

It wasn't the fact that he was a megalomaniacal terrorist who basically wanted to conquer the world and subjugate or/and destroy the entire human race.

Or that he frequently terrorized and actively tried to kill her FAMILY because they were the only ones who the balls to stand up to him.

No! It was all because of a dead relationship......

You know, I'm starting to think that DeMayo may not be a good person.

But now that we got that out of the way, let's talk about a few more changes.

-Since the relationship retcon has been rightfully sent to The Shadow Realm, Rogue doesn't sympathize with Magneto's struggles and, along with the rest of the team, is pretty open about her hatred towards him.

-We would get a few seconds of Magneto and Kitty interacting. Particularly of their shared Jewish background, and we even get the two talking to each other in Hebrew.

-During the trial scene, instead of there being anti-mutant protesters, it would be anti-Magneto protestors. I mean it's MAGNETO, who doesn't hate him?!

-In fact, Magneto's trial would see several humans who affected by him some way by his actions over the years testifying against him. This scene would really highlight perhaps the greatest of Magneto's many flaws. He's kind of a idiot. In the sense that he usually lets his emotions get the better of him and cloud his common sense and better judgement. As a result, whenever he does something drastic or insane, he never really considers the consequences this could have. Whereas Xavier relies more on reason and logic, Magneto relies on brute force. And that's often been his downfall. This would really be eye-opening for Magneto, seeing the lives he's either taken or ruined because of his actions. And for once in his life, Magneto would actually show genuine shame and remorse. This would led to him actual giving a heartfelt apology to all the people he's harmed over the years. Not only would this scene show that Magneto can actually feel ashamed of himself, but this would also make The X-Cutioner feel a lot more understandable in his actions.

-The fight with The X-Cutioner and The Friends of Humanity would involve Cyclops, Storm, Bishop, Colossus, Morph, Gambit, Rogue and Beast.

-After helping Jean give birth, we would see Wolverine and Rogue actually looking happy, since the former had FINALLY moved on from her and the latter is happy with Gambit.

-Magneto would actually be saved, not by Storm, but by Kitty, who would use ger powers to make him intangible. So yeah, Storm isn't gonna be de-powered here and actually gets to stay with the main cast.

-We would get a tender scene after the trial, with Magento genuinely thanking Kitty for saving him.

-After that, we would get a montage of Magento walking around the mansion, seeing the other X-Men bonding with each other. The first scene would show Cyclops and Jean bonding with the newborn Nathan. The second scene would show Storm, Rogue and Bishop posing for a painting being done by Colossus. The third scene would show Gambit and Jubilee competing with each other at some video games. And the fourth and final scene would show Wolverine and Morph sharing some beers with each other outside......right before sharing a kiss. And throughout this montage, we would see Magneto looking......genuinely saddened.

Well that's all for now!

Well that’s all I have for now.Let me know what you guys think about this rewrite. And if you could, give me some ideas on how the rest of the season should play out!

The rest of this rewrite will be officially continuing in March, when the show officially turns 1!

So stay tune.

Also, I know some people are gonna mentioned that I didn't explain why Magneto looked so saddened during the montage I mentioned earlier.

Well that's because I want to know from you guys why he looked so saddened.

I know why, but I wanna see who's able to guess it correctly.

And the person who's able to make the correct guess will get a special shout-out from me in Part 2!

But until then.....

Happy New Year!