#so instead all my mutuals will get a cookie

[nyxypoo]

making cookies, who wants one?

[eupheme]

— sugar, sugar

[part ii] | [part iii] | [masterlist]

wolverine/logan howlett x neighbor!f!reader

rated e - 6.5k

tags: asshole friend!wade, (sorta soft) roommate!logan, baker!neighbor!reader, flirting, mutual yearning, immature humor, a reference to while you were sleeping, wingman!wade and the worse way to meet someone, light angst, oral sex, swallowing, fingering, v. light ass play, unprotected PiV, appearance of The Claws, what’s a refractory period, sorta audible voyeurism (brief/humorous)

a/n: includes spoilers for deadpool & wolverine (which omg I loved - what was your fave cameo?)

Your eccentric neighbor Wade may drive you a little up the wall… but, you’re willing to put up with him if it means he’ll introduce you to his new, grumpy-looking roommate.

“You gonna introduce me?”

You’ve cornered Wade in the apartment’s laundry room - the door to the front-loading washer hanging open as he holds a bundle of red fabric up to his chest.

“You think this will wash out?” 

The suit in question looks like it had been run over by a truck and then set on fire, with the rips criss-crossed in the leather and the numerous charred holes scattered across the chest.

“Definitely.” Your eyes flicker down, and then back up, “So, will you?”

He bundles the suit up - flinging into the back of the washer, the laundry basket still tucked under an arm.

“Really? Not even ‘hello, Wade’? ‘Looking good, Wade’?” His voice pitches up, imitating yours, “Does our friendship really mean nothing to you?”

You wouldn’t necessarily call Wade Wilson a friend.

In fact, he’s honestly the worst neighbor you’ve ever had. 

Loud, obnoxious. Persuasive - the first night you met you had been banging on his door at three in the morning, yelling at him to shut up as music and a caterwauling voice blared through the shared wall.

Ten minutes later you were playing the drums on his late night session of Rock Band, using a banana and a wooden spoon in place of sticks. Only for Althea to stomp out of her room and shut everything down, scaring both of you out of your skins.  

But sometimes, you think - remembering the times he came through for you, a shoulder to cry on, helping him this slump he’s been digging himself out of - he might just be the best, as well.

And maybe that was friendship, after all. 

You sigh, leaning against the row of washers. Eyes flicking over him, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“You do look good, Wade,” There’s a tilt of your head, the smile widening, “Glad you lost the toupee, that really wasn’t your color.”

“Ah, ah. Repurposed,” He chides, cupping his crotch, “You wouldn’t believe how much I’ve missed-”

“Ew, stop.” Your face scrunches, a hand covering your eyes as you shield your vision, “Will you please just answer my question?”

He throws a handful of shirts in the washer, “Which was...?”

Your head shakes - a hand on his arm as you reach for a glint of gold in the pile of clothes. Cringing as a handgun appears, held gingerly between thumb and forefinger as you set it on the side table.

“Good call,” He nods, “Dry clean only.”

You can't help a laugh then, even as your hands brace on your hips, “I want to meet your roommate.”

He frowns, “You’ve met Blind Al.”

“Jesus, Wade. Not Al." A hand waves, " I mean Mister Tall, Dark, and Brooding.”

You’ve seen the stranger in the hallways a few times in the month since he’s moved in. Scruffy and scowling the first time, a silent shadow behind Wade’s endless chatter. 

But in the weeks following, that look had softened. You’d stopped by twice with cookies to welcome him, but every time you’ve just gotten Al.

Not that you dislike Al, that’s not it at all. She’s sweet enough to you when it’s not 3 a.m. or if Wade doesn’t have her annoyed half to death.

But you certainly weren’t harboring a crush on her. Maybe even secretly hoping that maybe the new neighbor will get a little lost and end up at your door, instead of his new place.  

“Ooh,” The syllables draw out - detergent flung in, before he’s leaning against the washer too, facing you. “Yeah, Logan. He's great, got a mean ‘Hugh Jackman’ vibe, just without the singing. You’d like him.”

Something like hope flutters in your belly, but then he’s raising a finger - wiggling it at you, “Just one question though. What’s in it for me?”

That has you scowling, “What do you mean? You owe me. I covered for you when you had that barqueue in the stairwell.”

“God, that was great sausage.” Wade groans, thinking back, “Mmm, but I think Peter covered for me.”

“Who do you think got Peter?”

“Well, I don’t remember seeing you.” He shrugs.

“I was right-,” You pinch the bridge of your nose between thumb and forefinger, a sharp exhale of breath, “Fine. If you do this for me, I’ll do that thing you keep asking me to do.”

Wade gasps gleefully, “You mean you’ll make the triple decker-”

“-chocolate caramel cheesecake chimichangas. Yes.” You finish with him, arms crossing over your chest, “You’re lucky you heal fast because that should put you right into a food coma.”

“Right. Lucky me,” He smirks. A second as he thinks, before he snaps his fingers, “I’m having a little get-together tonight! You should come. Was gonna invite you anyway.”

The pounding in your head ratchets up at the thought that all this could’ve been avoided.

“Logan sleeps on the couch, though,” He adds, sagely, “So just letting you know that if the two of you decide to get your fuck on in my bed, according to the state of New York I am legally allowed to join you.”

“Thanks for the warning,” You grimace - even if you’re certain that cannot possibly be true, “But I do have my own apartment.”

“Oh, right.” There’s the faintest edge of disappointment in his tone, paired with a sigh.

You give him a sideways look, then.

“I saw Vanessa leaving yesterday. Things getting better?”

He sobers at that, eyes moving towards the sliver of a window. The glimpse of the street outside.

“Yeah.” Wade manages, “Yeah, I think so.”

There had once been a flicker of something. In-between your annoyance and exasperation, there were tendrils of tenderness. Long snuffed out, when you had seen just how banged up his heart was. How it’s always belonged to another. 

You had gotten over it. Gotten to a place where seeing him now, like this, makes you smile.

“I’m really glad to hear that.” 

He smiles, then.

“Thanks. Me too.”

“Hey, hold on.” Wade darts in front of his roommate, a leg kicked up high to block the doorway, “Where are you going? You can’t go out.”

Logan scowls, an arm already shoved into his leather jacket, “Sure I can.”

The blow against his shoulder might move a lesser man, but Wade’s fingers just grip the frame even tighter, “But I promised-, I got a friend that wants to meet you. There is some really important shit at stake here. I can’t let you go.”

An eyebrow cocks, “Can’t? I think we both know how that would go if you tried to stop me.”

It would be easy to get into this right here and now, but his suit is still in the dryer and he’s not about to spend another hour cleaning up blood.

“Wait, wait, wait,” He throws a hand up, “Aren’t you listening to me? A girl wants to meet you. She’s hot, she has a job, and she has an apartment. You’re only one outta three there. Can’t you see what a good opportunity this is? This is totally in your favor!”

Logan scoffs, his tongue tucking against his teeth. Hesitating for just a second, but it's enough that Wade knows he’s got him.

“I’ve met your friends,” He eventually acknowledges, “They’re good folk and all, but there isn’t anyone there I’d like to ‘get to know better’, yeah?”

“You haven’t met this one. She lives next door.”

The pause stretches longer this time. Dark eyes dart out into the hallway, and Wade can practically hear those rusted gears turning.

“Apartment 16 or 18?” Logan finally rasps, his arms crossing. 

Oh, he’s definitely got him. Just call him Wade Wilson, New York’s own personal Cupid. New life goal - get his friends laid. 

He nocks a mental arrow - aiming, and then firing with his answer. 

“18.” 

Another beat passes, and then a sigh. 

“Alright.” The leather sleeve slips from his arm, drooping in his fist.

“Five minutes. That’s all I’m staying.”

Wade’s fist pumps. 

Bullseye, motherfucker. 

The apartment is packed and it’s been well past the allotted five minutes. Logan’s been nursing a beer for the last fifteen, eyes flicking over the people he’s grown to know well.

Offering a tight, half-smile when the big man claps him on the back, followed by Opposites Attract. Almost tempted to find that damn dog, just to have something to do. 

Or maybe, just bail all-together.

Starting to think this was all an elaborate prank. Some fucked up aspect of this Earth, unknown to him until now.

He’s too old for this shit. If he heads for the bedroom now, he might make it out the fire escape before anyone notices.

Logan is still entertaining this new thread of thought until he hears his name - called out over whatever fuck-face bullshit boy-band music Wade’s been playing. 

Ambiance, his ass.

The muscles of his crossed arms flex. Catching the way his roommate hauls a girl across the floor - the look of panic on her face as she tosses a container onto the nearest surface.

Wade hadn’t been lying, after all. It was Apartment 18 - that was about as much as he knew about you.

Other than the color of your eyes. The smell of your perfume in the hall. Your hair, your schedule - waking in the mornings to hear your door opening at 5 a.m., five days a week.

A baker. A damn good one, from the bits of cookie he’s snuck when no one was home. 

Had never thought to introduce himself, because he’s been through all this before. Knows better than to reach out in the first place - still nursing the old wound of heartache, one that still flares to life in his chest.

Better not to hope, or even think, at all. 

You stumble when he lets go, and Logan’s hands only curl tighter. Afraid to touch, now that you’re so close. 

A pretty young thing compared to him. This was a fucking stupid idea, his eyes darting away as Wade claps, his hands spreading wide. 

“Logan,” Wade’s tone is cordial, as if discussing the weather, “This is our neighbor, Sugar. She bakes a mean penis cake and likes emotionally unavailable men.”

A dejected sigh as he regards you, “Which is why it’s never worked out between us. I am just too available.”

Penis cake?

Logan shoots you a sideways look, an eyebrow cocked. Caught off guard by this unexpected intro, and it seems you are the same - gauging by the way your mouth drops open. 

Your face swimming with regret, as you hiss, “Oh my god. Wade. It was one time. Why do you have to put it like that?”

Wade’s smile widens, his tone still innocent, “Just skipping over the ‘getting-to-know-you’s, so you can know if you’re compatible.”

Already pivoting to face Logan with a little wink, his own scowl already deepening. Something like nerves flickering to life - as he wonders if this will all be over before it ever begins.

“And this is Logan. He’s from another Earth, is two-hundred years old, and has a metal dong.”

Jesus Christ. 

Logan’s teeth grit, before he snarls, “It’s not made of metal-”

Out of the corner of his eye, catches the curious dip of your gaze. Past the folded twist of his arms, the flannel, down to his thick belt buckle.

A knock rings out then, interrupting him from any further clarification.

“Ooh! Door,” Wade thumbs over his shoulder, “Go on now, we’ve got some good energy going here. Sugar and spice, I love it.”

A spin on his heel, and he’s leaving them alone. Silence a lingering companion for a long moment, before Logan turns.

“Nice to meet you.” He seethes, jaw working as he shoots daggers at Wade’s back. A hand extended - he’d manage that much at least.

Waiting for you to make an excuse and run, but all you do is fit your hand into his. Soft and strong and a near perfect fit.

Logan doesn’t touch people much anymore unless it’s a hand around a throat, or claws buried deep into a chest. Had almost forgotten what it was like, even if this meeting is close to his own personal version of hell.

“Nice to finally meet you, too.” Your smile is wry. Hands still clasped a moment longer, until he’s withdrawing. 

Your hands shove into your back pockets. The tilt of a head as you regard him, and he lets his eyes meet yours. 

They’re pretty, like the rest of you. Captivating even, if he could use such a word, and Wade’s words ring out in his head. 

She wants to meet you.

He’s wondering if that’s still true. Maybe you’re wondering the same, with the way you look at him. 

“So,” You begin, awkwardly - another unconscious flick of your eyes,“How does-”

“Uh-uh.” Logan’s head shakes. He’s picked up a couple things living with Wade. Never used to be a bargaining man, but he has to admit it has its uses. 

“If you wanna know, you gotta go first.” 

He hates you.

He must, with the way he’s scowling. Thighs spread wide as he sits on the couch you had gestured to, fingers in a vice grip around the bottle. No doubt plotting a dozen ways to ditch you the second he can.

Who wouldn’t, with a meeting like this? You could kill Wade, cheeks burning as you sink into the worn cushions next to him.

That is, until your knee knocks against his. The muscles in his thigh flexing - but Logan lets it rest, instead of pulling away. 

“You gonna-?” His voice is gruff, a low rasp that makes goosebumps raise across your skin. 

“Uh, sure.” Your fingers twist, “Which part did you want to hear about?”

His eyebrows lift. Those dark eyes beneath, almost a hint of amusement in them.

“Right,” The little laugh that bubbles from you is self-conscious, “Well, I don’t really like emotionally unavailable men, they just have a habit of finding me.”

His voice is low, “How would Wade know that?”

“Mm, how would he know about your-?” Your eyes flicker down for the third time, and he shifts. 

“You first.”

“Alright.” You huff, but you’re smiling now. Some of your discomfort easing. 

Logan is even more handsome than you had thought. You like the way his eyes dart away, only to come back and linger. 

It’s starting to make you think that maybe it’s not dislike that has so much of him hidden away. Maybe it’s just been a long time since someone tried to peel any of him back. 

Maybe he’s as nervous as you are.

“Well, he’s had to scare an ex or two away.” You shrug, “He only knows because I told him. And the cake, oh-, that was him, too.”

You turn then, to face him. A shoulder brushing the arm he has thrown across the back of the couch, a flicker in his eyes as you get comfortable beside him.

“Well, Wade had gotten ripped in half a couple years ago,” You nose wrinkles, a wave of your hand, “And it all like, has to grow back, right? It’s so creepy.”

Logan grimaces at your explanation, and you wonder if he understands. You think he must - you had thought he was like Wade, in some ways. 

Different. Special.

“Well, he uh, finished growing everything in,” You make a sweeping gesture over your lower half, “And the next year to celebrate his dickiversary, he ordered a penis cake from my shop.”

“His… dickiversary.” Logan repeats slowly.

The heat is back in your cheeks, but you nod, “Yeah, because it like, it came back and all. And he paid in cash, I couldn’t say no.”

There’s the smallest twitch of Logan’s lips, and it feels like a victory.

“Right. What flavor was it?”

Your smile widens with relief, “Strawberries and cream. It was so good. I’ll have to make it for you sometime.”

A second before you cringe, adding, “I mean, a normal one. Not…”

He hums then, close to a laugh.  

“Sure. You do that.”

You smile, letting your shoulder bump his, “And with that… I think it’s your turn.”

The bit of humor in his expression flattens. A searching look thrown your way, before he inhales a breath.

Setting it free. 

“I’m a mutant.”

Logan waits there, as if expecting something. You only nod, thinking of the ones you know. Colossus, Ellie, Yukio, Domino. Wade. 

“Wade said you were similar to him. I had assumed-” You encourage, waiting.

“Right,” He seems relieved, some of the tension ebbing, “My powers are regenerative, like his. But unlike him, I have these-”

There’s the jerk of his wrist, and three sharp metal claws sprout from between his knuckles. Your gasp is caught in your throat as you cling to his flannel shirt - the surprise bleeding into worry. 

They glint in the light, as his fingers flex. 

“Adamantium instead of bones. All of me is like this.”

The claws sheath themselves inside him again. His wounds smoothing over seconds later, as he scrubs his knuckles across his jeans, wiping away blood. 

Offering out his hand, after. Letting your grip unwind from his shirt, and press against his skin instead. Feeling the tendons in his hand, his wrist. The skeleton beneath utterly unyielding, a weight to his limb that is so unlike your own.

“Metal…” You trail off, as pieces click into place, “I get it now. So does Wade really think there’s like, an actual bone-?”

Logan huffs again, “Guess so.”

You laugh then. A thought sobering you after, as a fingertip drifts up to the dip between his fingers. 

“But doesn’t that hurt?” 

It makes you wince to even think about it. Much less how casually they sprung from him, no different than breathing. 

He shrugs, and it’s heartbreaking.

“Doesn’t even phase me anymore.”

“And, the two hundred years,” Another facet you put together out loud, “You’re still alive because you keep healing? Will it be that way forever?”

His hand flexes in your grip.

“Not forever. Apparently my powers will run out, at some point.” His eyes meet yours, “The Logan in this world is dead. Wade pulled me from another.”

Your brow furrows - always trying to keep up with the snippets that Wade has told you across the years - stories about time-traveling and mutants and even how he came to be. But this seems too deep. Surely Logan must be joking.

“Another world, huh?” You ask, head tilting - trying your best to roll with it, “Won’t they miss you in yours?”

Only now does his face falter. That sharp mask cracking, as his hand pulls from yours. Resting again on the back edge of the couch - his answer low and rough. 

“No. I don’t think so.”

Another jolt racks through your heart. You don’t know him know him yet, but you already can’t believe that could possibly be true. Your fingers fan out, hovering - before it folds into a fist.

“Well then, I’m glad you’re here.”

He doesn’t reply. 

The room is darker now, dim with the setting of the sun. Street lights outside pouring in a golden beam that cuts across his face. 

His eyes are hazel, you can see that now. A fading rim of green spilling into the brown, beneath the near-permanent furrow of his eyebrows. 

Yours caught in the glow of the flamingo string lights that curl out from the kitchen, stapled to the walls.

He breaks the silence, the words coming slowly. 

“Let me ask you one more thing.” 

“Sure. You know some of my worst secrets already.” You smile, a shoulder lifting.

His hand twitches, where it rests near your shoulder. The tip of a finger ghosting against skin.

Just the slightest brush but it feels like it radiates out, lingering after.

“Why’d you tell Wade you wanted to meet me?” 

His voice is still low, rough. But it’s lost that sharp edge. The combination has your stomach tied up in knots, suddenly more nervous that you’ve been the whole night.

Surely he must know? 

“Well…” You hedge. It’s your turn to look away, but then there’s the brush of his fingers again.

“Because I did want to meet you.” You admit, “You, you seemed like someone I wanted to get to know. In whatever capacity you’d like.”

“Is that right, Sugar?” Logan husks, and the nickname sounds even sweeter on his tongue, stealing your breath.

All you can do is nod, as his eyes darken. 

Voices rise behind you, ripping you out of this little bubble you’ve found yourself in. Nearly forgetting just how many people are here, how many eyes have been glancing your way since you’ve arrived.

“Not strip poker Wade, please.” The rough rumbling plea of Colossus’s voice rings out above the others, “You never wear anything under the suit-”

You didn’t even realize when he had changed, but he had - patches of bare skin on his ass showing through the holes. Your nose scrunches, before you turn back to realize that Logan’s eyes are still on you.

Dropping when your tongue peeks out to wet your lips - your words coming out in a soft hush. 

“You want to get out of here?”

You want him. You can only hope that he might just want you, too.

The corner of his lip twitches.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

It’s strange to have someone like Logan in your space. You can remember the last time you’ve wanted someone here.

His fingers still entwined with yours, from where you had reached back for him. Leading him through the dim corners of the room.

Thinking you had made it, only for the rousing cheers to rise when you had cracked the door open to slip through.

His grip tightening when you made to tug your hand free, in an urge to press it against burning cheeks. Letting you fumble with one hand, to open the lock next door.

It’s quieter here. A low echo of the music next door, as the darkness wraps around you again.

Here, his fingers move, but it’s only to skim up your wrist. To tug you between him and the front door, until your back presses against it. 

His nose brushes yours as he steps into your space, your lips already parting. Holding himself there for a moment, inhaling the scent of you as his arm braces above your head.

Leaving you to be the one that closes the gap. The tilt of your head and the press of your lips against his.

A rough hum when your arms wrap around his neck, fingers buried in his hair. His hand gripping at your waist, pulling your hips against his.

Tugging and pushing. A messy path from the front door through the small living room - a mirror-image of the apartment next door.

Through to the bedroom, wandering hands and the brush of his tongue against yours as he deepens the needy kiss. Until his knees are hitting the edge of your bed, and he’s letting you nudge him back onto the mattress.

He brings you with him - your hips cradling his as you settle yourself astride him. Hands flatten against his chest as you rock down - drawing a rough, mumbled “fuck”.

Grinding yourself down where he’s hard, the curve of his cock straining against his jeans. Letting your hands follow, as his own cup your ass. Squeezing, before slipping to press the heel of his hand against the seam at your clit.

You moan into his mouth, as your fingers curl around him. Eyes blown wide when you pull back, scooting your hips down. 

It’s here that he comes back to himself. 

Going tense as you fit yourself between his thighs, fingers at this belt as the other still cups him.

“You shouldn’t want this.” He rasps, those eyes glinting in the dark, “A man like me. You know that, right?”

Propping himself up on an elbow, so he can see your expression. So you can see the way his jaw grits, nostrils flaring. 

It’s a warning, wrapped up in silk. A last ditch effort to scare you away - knowing that once he has you, he won’t want to stop.

Your fingers slow - his zipper half-undone, baring skin and a dark shadow of hair beneath. 

The other pulling away, “You want me to stop?” 

He catches your wrist, jerking your hand back. His hips bucking into your palm, grinding himself into your touch. 

“The last thing I want to fucking do is stop.” It’s almost a growl, “But on my Earth, I-”

You sigh then, impatient, “Logan, this Earth isn’t all that great either. I lost five years of my life to the blip.”

He frowns, not understanding - but your head shakes as you continue, “I’m tired of being too scared to take chances. I’ve been trying to live each day to the fullest, and I’d like to end this one with you.”

And out of everyone - Logan knows a little something about second chances.

“Yeah,” He manages - the grip of his fist leaves you, “Yeah, okay.”

"Thank you,” You answer primly, just as you finish yanking the zipper down. 

His hand beats you in the race to ease himself out, fingers curling around the base. You can’t help it - you inhale a breath at the sight of him.

Heavy, with the way the flushed tip bobs in his grip. Thick enough that you’re already wondering if you’re going to be able to take him. 

The huff he makes turns into a groan as you start small - engulfing the leaking head with your lips. The first inch turns into another as his hips lift, feeding his cock into your waiting mouth. 

Only when he’s halfway inside you, bumping against your throat, does his hand drop. Letting you replace it with your own - squeezing, as drool slicks up his shaft. Your head bobbing in time with the twist of your fist.

That brief hesitance is quickly forgotten. Fingers brush at your cheek, curling around the base of your head as he guides you.

Leaving you eager for more. Another hissed groan when your mouth leaves him, your hand loosening as you strip your clothes away.

“Oh fuck yes,” He coaxes, when he realizes what you’re doing, “Let me see you, baby.” 

Your shirt and pants left to pool on the floor. A second of boldness as you unclasp your bra next, leaving you in your panties as you focus on his cock again. 

A bitten-back moan when your tongue slips across his swollen shaft - an low throb between your thighs as you rub them together, clenching around nothing. Resisting the urge to slip your hand beneath the hem to ease the ache. 

Instead, your keep your hands on him. Goosebumps raising as your nails scratch against the deep v of muscle at his hips. The others working him into your mouth, as he slowly comes more undone. 

His hips flex with each bob of your head, lips parted as he pants. The words a rough mumble, becoming almost desperate. 

“That’s it sweetheart.”

Another moan when you take him deep, hollowing your cheeks as you suck, “Oh fuck, gonna fill that pretty mouth.”

His hand cups your jaw, holding you steady as he bucks into your mouth. Those dark eyes fixed on you in wonder, all that pretty skin bared for him to touch, to taste. He’s mesmerizing like this - the weight of gaze. Jaw slack with pleasure, eyes aflame.

You did this to him. 

It sends something warm flooding through you, as his eyelashes flutter. The tipping back of his head, muscles ticking in his cheek as his teeth ground down. 

A sound still slips between them, as he floods your mouth with the next flex of his hips. Pulsing between your lips as you swallow him down, a choked sound ripping from his chest when you cup his sack to gently squeeze out every last drop. 

Logan melts into the mattress after, an arm thrown over his eyes as he catches his breath. His gaze focusing on you when he feels you squirm - dark, and hungry.

A lithe stretch of muscles as he moves - legs easing from beneath you. 

“Hands and knees,” He commands, head tipping towards the bed next to him, as he rolls off. Kicking off his jeans as you listen, watching over a shoulder as the flannel and white tank underneath joins your clothes on the floor.

Your eyes widen at how toned he is - muscles rippling, the bed dipping as he fits himself behind you.

His broad hand at the small of your back, pushing your torso down against the mattress. A pleased hum then, fingers trailing just along the elastic edge of your underwear.

“Could smell how much she needed this.” The tips of two press against the damp fabric between your thighs, making you gasp, “Even next door. You want it that bad?”

It should be embarrassing that he could tell how much you desired him, but at the moment all you can think about is him touching you more.

“Yes,” You agree, “Please, Logan.”

“So fuckin’ polite,” The fingers withdraw; but only so his nose can replace them. A ragged inhale, just before his tongue drags against your clothed slit.

A groan against your skin as you cry out, before a finger hooks around the fabric, baring you for him to taste.

The heat of his tongue flattens against you - lapping at where you drip with need, a rough rumble in his chest. 

“Sweet, too.” Another flick of his tongue, “Your name. ‘s fitting.”

You can’t manage words. Only his name, muffled against the sheets as your fists twist in them. Back arched as you resist the urge to grind yourself against his tongue, as it flicks against your clit.

It’s messy, how he eats you. You don’t think you’ve even had someone take you like this. Hungry, desperate even, as he devours you. The rumble of a groan against your cunt as his tongue delves inside you, stretching you open. Letting your slick smear into his beard, with how close he presses his mouth.

That need inside you thrumming. Winding tighter as he yanks your panties down your thighs. His palm flattening against your ass, holding you open as he licks you from clit to hole, then higher. Humming as you squeak, when his tongue flattens against your tight rim. 

A thick finger nudging against you then, as his tongue dips back to your clit. There’s no resistance as it slips deeper, into slick walls that clamp down around him.  It’s what you needed - that little bit more.

Unable to help rocking into the crook of his finger now. Whining when a second joins it, spearing deep and curling. Dragging against your walls, loud and wet and filthy with each plunge. 

Your whimpers only grow louder. Needier, as his lips wrap around your clit. Fingers pounding deep, stretching you out. Leaving you babbling, your words slipping together. 

“Don’t fucking stop.” Tears prick at your eyes, each breath a rattling gasp, “Oh my god you’re gonna make me come-”

He has you gushing, with the next flick of his tongue. A pleased groan as he feels your pussy tighten around his fingers, hearing the wail that is muffled into your pillows. That sharp pace slowing, his thumb replacing his tongue to draw your orgasm out until your legs are shaking. 

His fingers sticky when they pull from you, only to slip between his lips - tongue curling around his knuckles, sucking them clean.

It leaves you floating above yourself. You can’t remember ever coming this hard, even by yourself. Only the tintest thread of disappointment as you drift, and it’s only that you won’t get the pleasure of his cock filling you tonight.

You would’ve liked to see what he can do with the rest of him. 

Perhaps you can convince him to stay until morning.

But he moves behind you, instead. His knee pressing against yours, spreading your legs further. The rhythmic shuffle of skin against skin, as his hand slips from between his lips to fist around his cock. 

“Tell me I can fuck you.” It’s not a plea, not with the harsh rasp of his voice. But it’s as close as you’ve heard, as he swipes the tip against your leaking pussy.

Smearing your slick on him, teasing at your waiting hole.

You don’t know how he’s hard again, but at the moment you really don’t care. Not sure if you’ve ever felt a need like this, your back arching further as you present yourself to him. 

A twist of your neck, so your eyes can meet his. 

“Fuck me, Logan.” 

He groans, broad hands squeezing at your ass. Slipping up to sink his fingers into the flesh at your hips. Holding you steady as he lines himself up. 

Your breath held, when you feel his cock start to breach you - muscles stringing tight.

“Relax, sweetheart,” He grits out, though not unkindly, “You can take it.”

Trying to hold himself back from filling you with a single thrust, with the way you’re already gripping him.

Easing himself into your heat. Two inches forward and then one back, and with each one you think you’ll feel the press of his thighs against yours. A low whine as your cunt makes room for him, that sharp stretch as it feels like he’s reaching into your belly.

Feeling full when he finally is flush, the weight of his sack kissing against your clit. His shoulders following the curve of your back, as a hand slips up to plant next to your head.

“Feels fucking incredible,” It’s mumbled against your skin, almost as if it hadn’t meant to say it. 

“Mm,” You grin, your face tipping up to his, “Should’ve met you weeks ago.”

He smirks, a low sound in his throat as his mouth presses to yours. Starting a slow rhythm that drags his cock against your walls. Slipping until he’s halfway out, only to sheath himself again. Pushing the air from your lungs as he flattens himself, knees digging into the bed as your thigh spread wider - forcing him deeper.

It’s almost too much. 

You hand shoots out, reaching. Wrapping around his wrist, nails biting against his skin. 

It feels like he’s surrounding you. Each thrust a heavy weight that presses you into the bed. Splitting you open, until all you can do is squirm beneath him.

That pressure in your belly building again, as his hips pound. His breath, hot and panting in your ear as he chases his own end.

“Fuck, Logan.” You sob, “Harder-”

His tendons flex under your grip. Knuckles pressing flat against the sheets as he makes a rough sound in his throat. 

Those claws unsheathing with his next thrust. Punching down into your mattress. Anchoring as he loses himself to the feel of you beneath him.

How tight and wet and warm you are, your arousal still sweet on his tongue. Fighting the urge to sink his teeth into your throat, as everything tightens up inside him.

“Sweetheart.” It’s a warning, rasped out. 

“Come in me,” You whine, “Wanna feel you.”

He does growl then, at the thought of filling you to the brim, until he's leaking out of your pretty little pussy. Hips snapping faster, pinning you to the bed as he ruts into you. Each squeak of the bed paired with the sharp rip of fabric as his claws dig in. 

Feeling how your body strings tight beneath him, how you clench down in anticipation. Wanting to feel you once more, before he gives in to his own desires.

“Come on, baby,” It’s hushed, murmured against your skin, “Fuckin’ give it to me-”

The sharp point of a canine scraping against your skin, his groan rough and throaty in your ear. 

Your fingers work down to wedge themselves between your thighs. The tips brushing where you’re speared open, before circling your clit like his tongue had.

He has you mindless. Fucked out - that soft glow from your earlier orgasm shining bright as he tips you towards a second.

Burning at that tightly wound thread inside you, until the ends fray, and then snap. 

It has you coming with his next thrust. A wail ripped from you as he buries himself deep, feeling the way your pussy clenches down around him. 

Fingers still swirling, drawing out the deep pulses that fan out from your core as your toes curl, vision going hazy.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” He rasps, those sharp thrust slowing to a sloppy grind, “Make a fucking mess for me, there you go-”

Panting, as he groans. Another roll of his hips before he’s coming with you - teeth bruising skin as they sink into your shoulder. The sound he makes is broken as he spills into you, muscles clenching with each pulse that paints your walls.  

Marking you thoroughly with teeth and come, the saw of his hips slowing until you both finally go still. A breath finally caught. 

Blissed out, when he rolls you both to the side. His thighs still mapping yours, cock still notched deep. A thick arm thrown across your waist, his breath ragged in your ear as he catches his breath.

Your fingers drift, as you bask in your afterglow. Dipping into the rips in your mattress, knuckle deep.

There’s a grunt as you wiggle, the words low in your ear, “I’ll get you another, sweetheart. Just lost control for a moment.”

The thought doesn’t bother you as much as you’d think. In fact, you wouldn’t mind if happened again.

Only as your imagination runs wild, do you hear the muffled moan from the brick wall behind you.

“Fuck, that’s good.”

Dramatic and drawn out, paired with faint rhythmic noise. 

A beat - before you hear mumbled protesting. The voice of someone talking with their mouth full, “No. Back the fuck off Peter, I’m not going to share.” 

Eating. The fucker was eating his end of the bargain, ear pressed to the wall.

The next louder, “Alright, pay up everyone, Operation ‘Get Sugar Some Sugar’ was a success!”

You grimace, eyes rolling. Logan grunts behind you, the words mumbled out sleepily.

“Wish I could sew that goddamn mouth shut.”

There’s a faint “they already tried that!” before Logan’s fist bangs on the wall, shutting him up.

But you can’t help the smile. Your fingers fitting between the ones that rest just below your breasts, squeezing.

“He’s not so bad,” You admit, “Wade, I mean.”

Logan groans, “Don’t say his name while I’m fucking you.”

“You’re-” You start - but then you can feel him.

Still hard - as his hips cant slowly against yours. Your joined hands slip up to cup a breast - as his lips press against your neck, stubble scraping you skin.

“Again?” You breathe, disbelieving that he’d be up for a third time - your hips rocking back to meet his. The sound lewd with how he drips from you - but it only has him grinding himself deeper, “You sure you’re two hundred?”

“Regenerative powers, sweetheart.” Logan husks, the flash of teeth with a knowing smirk.

“Can’t say it doesn’t come with perks.”

I used to have the biggest fucking crush on wolverine, haha - so fun to watch a new movie with him!! 👀💕 thank you so much for reading! And please me know if you'd like to read any more for him! (like more one-shots,etc!)

[ryebread0605]

I wonder if you can do a smut headcanon of Jamil x Malleus x Leona x female reader, please?

Ooooo ok! I’ll try my best!!! I mostly did about Jamil due to my other post already showing Malleus x Leona x reader! Hope that’s ok! 

Jamil may seem at first like he’d be a top, but he actually finds he enjoys to be a bottom 

ESPECIALLY for the two princes 

Getting service from a Prince instead of being the servant for once??? Yes please 

Leona has a thing for tugging Jamil’s hair and Jamil LOVES it 

Jamil being a massive bottom makes it so you can easily top him as well

Malleus greatly enjoys praising Jamil while Leona is using his ass and you are using a strap/your cock on his mouth

That being said, Jamil does get nervous about not doing enough and so finds he greatly enjoys being given commands (which Leona is more than happy to do)

You tend to sit with him in class just so you can tease him, knowing both Malleus and Leona have the ability to smell his arousal

Now just imagine, Jamil making aphrodisiac cookies (WITH PERMISSION FROM YOU THREE) and seeing how long it takes before one of you snaps and fucks him

You make sure Grim stays at heartslabyul at least one night a week to have Jamil over because it’s VERY difficult for Malleus and Leona to find time alone in their own dorms 

Ruggie and Lilia both know of you fours *sleepovers* but agree to keep Kalim in the dark due to Jamil’s worry the housewarden will spill 

Late night mutual masturbation FaceTime calls on nights you four can’t see each other?? Yes please 

WITH CONSENT, Jamil uses his special spell to make you three be rough or gentle with him depending on the day

Like previously stated in my other hc, Leona and Malleus are rough as fuck with each other but are completely willing to be gentle with Jamil 

You will fuck Malleus while Leona fucks Jamil on days Leona is feeling more gentle 

On days he isn’t? You praise and care for Jamil’s needs while Malleus and Leona are hate fucking in the same room

The dichotomy between Leona calling you and Jamil “love”, “sweetheart”, “good boy/girl” and calling Malleus “whore”, “slut”, “toy”

Malleus will call you two prince and princess but will call Leona “little lion” just to piss him off more (or will tease that his dick is small (which is very much is NOT))

Malleus having two cocks means you and Jamil can suck him off while Leona fucks him hard 

All in all, Jamil gets to be a loved and cared for subby bottom because I say so 

[nemo-in-wonderland]

Jacob and Dottie - XMen Edition

You're all that I can trust Facing the darkest days Everyone ran away But we're gonna stay here, we're gonna stay here

Ahhhhhh, ahhhhh I know you're scared tonight Ahhhhhh, ahhhhh I'll never leave your side

When it all falls, when it all falls down I'll be your fire when the lights go out When there's no one, no one else around We'll be two souls in a ghosttown

When the world gets cold I'll be your cover Let's just hold Onto each other When it all falls, when it all falls down We'll be two souls in a ghosttown

"GHOSTTOWN" - MADONNA

SO.

A few days ago, I asked on IG how my mutuals would have liked to see me drawing Jacob and Dottie again (since, you know, it has been since March that I last drew them together in any capacity).

And dearest @memoriesofafallen suggested me to draw them as X-MEN.

Needless to say, my brain starting going like crazy, because if there is something that I absolutely adore in this world, it's X-Men.

They were the first comics I ever read (all thanks to my older cousin who was the one to actually introduce me to the fandom with the old game "Children of the Atom") and to be honest, the only Marvel comics I ever read (I much preferred DC when I was younger).

So, when dearest Tofu suggested me to draw them as X-Men, the brain started brainrotting right there and then.

BUT.

I was faced with a dilemma: drawing them as my favourite X-Men pairing OR as the characters that Jacob and Dottie resembled the most?

Because depending on that, I would have to draw them as very different characters (a huge cookie to the one that would guess how I would have drawn them if I went with the similarity road lolol)

And Tofu suggested me to go with my favourite ship.

SO NOW HERE YOU HAVE JACOB AND DOTTIE AS GAMBIT AND ROGUE BECAUSE FML.

Only, of course, I had to change Rogue!Dottie's hair, so I inverted the colours lololol

Baby me was smitten with Mr. LeBeau when I saw it on tv in '94, and absolutely love Rogue for how tough she was (why do you think I have a white streak in my hair lol)and you can BET YOUR HAT THAT I JUMPED TO THE OCCASION AND STARTED TO SHIP ROGUE AND GAMBIT (we will absolutely pretend that AoA never happened. Nah-ah. That is not canon for me. nope.)

Also, I decided to go a different way with colouring this time around, and instead of going with the soft rendering I usually go with, I decided to try my hand at recreating the style that is usually used in the comic, and good Gods, let me tell you, I had an ABSOLUTE blast and I am SO HAPPY WITH HOW THIS TURNED OUT.

SO HAPPY WITH THE COLOURING, SO HAPPY WITH THE POSE (also a little throwback to the very first artwork I did with them lolol

SO HAPPY WITH EVERYTHING.

I gave it a small "80s Retro" vibes because YES.

Honestly, for once I didn't dread colouring and rendering, and I had a HOOT.

I truly need to practice this colouring more often because I loved it! <3

Well, I hope you will like this!

--Nemo

[quibbs126]

“Perhaps now, a new dawn can finally approach…”

Here, have some of your dosage of Cookie Run art by me

The idea was basically of Dark Choco getting that Lava Sword, and then heading out to find a new lease on life

I want his Ovenbreak redemption really badly, or at least an update following him and that sort of story, as unlikely as that is. I mean, he seems to be pretty friendly at the Sun Tournament, so he’s not entirely unsaveable. But I also sort of see why he doesn’t get one, namely that he has one in Kingdom (sort of), and reappearing Ovenbreak characters generally get boiled down to their tropes, and a redemption would mean that they have to change his tropes

But yeah, at least in AUs/fanfiction

His shoulder pads are missing because the idea in my head was that he’s getting rid of his old outfit, to symbolize him starting anew, but then I also wanted the cape but was too lazy to add the shoulder pads back in, so now they’re the only thing missing from his design. I still don’t feel like putting them in though

Background’s still not great, but at least there’s an actual setting this time? I don’t really know how to improve on that front

I put the clouds in to sort of symbolize him leaving the control of the sword, as the clouds are now supposed to be dissipating. But I also don’t really know how to draw clouds, so they don’t look as great as I’d hoped

…All right, I’m gonna be honest, this drawing was cynically conceived. I made it because I was upset that this week’s drawings haven’t been doing so well, particularly last night’s drawing. I can acknowledge most haven’t been great, but I put a lot of effort into that last one and I think it turned out a bit better than usual, but it’s barely gotten any attention, outside of some mutuals and followers that’ll like my non-Cookie Run stuff as well. And it’s gotten nothing on Twitter, despite not having the tag excuse tumblr might have as to who sees it

This was made because I’m convinced that it’ll do better than yesterday’s drawing, as well as the art I’m posting on Sunday which I busted my ass over and have been waiting to post, just because it’s Cookie Run, Dark Choco, and what most of you signed up for

The above art isn’t horrible, and I do feel kind of bad for tying it into my own personal bitterness over what was probably inevitable, but this also is not my best work. I made it in 45 minutes while in class, it’s sort of just fine. But I guarantee you it’s going to do better than those other two pieces, things I put real passion and effort into (the latter piece more than the former though), just because of what it is

I would like to be proven wrong, and for that Sunday picture to actually do good and get the attention I want it to (which isn’t much, it’s mostly just double digit likes and at least one or two reblogs with someone’s thoughts), but I feel like that won’t be what happens, and that I’ll see more of this in my activity instead

[especiallythewomenandthechildren]

As If Destiny (part two)🌹

Part One🌹

Summary: You've always been kind hearted yet admirably defiant. Or that is at least one of the ways Coriolanus Snow would describe you. Ever since grade school, you have always been on the same level as him in academics and one of his few competitors for the Plinth Prize. But as tragedy struck your family, Coriolanus thought you would fall away from his life, but instead, you got even more intertwined (not to mention the complicated past knots tying your families together).

Warnings: Terminal illness, parent death, death and brutality (it is the hunger games after all) characters may be ooc. I read the book a while ago but don't really remember much of Snows way of thinking (I mean I know its toxic and insane but yk the other things) so I will mostly be basing off the film and my own thoughts. Also I can't spell for the life of me so be prepared for bad spelling and grammar. Enjoy loves!

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The rest of the day went by quick, with you avoiding Coriolanus as much as possible.

You attempted to be subtle and it probably would have worked on anyone else (besides Sejanus) but Snow was far too intelligent and analytical to not take notice. It was lunch hour and you had made it this far through the day and internally begged that he had long forgotten, but of course, he didn't.

You and Sejanus were in deep conversation about the new renovations occurring in the Capital park and how you were planning on going down there one day and help with the planting and such. Well you were -untill the smack of a lunch tray was heard next to you. You and Sejanus both look up to see a slight smile on Coryo's lips.

"Seat taken?"

Sejanus quickly gestured for him to take his seat with a bright smile while you moved your chair to make more space for you both as he sat next to you while Sejanus was across you both.

"No. Nope. You both are going to be bickering all of lunch and I would like to enjoy my meal in the PEACEFUL company of my friends."

"That was dramatic, even for you, Snow." You playfully chided with a grin.

You baited him and he readily took it, refuting that he has never been or is dramatic. You open your both to refute him when your mutual friend cut you both off

You both shut up at that, you with a slight pout that made Coryo laugh. You were ready to roast the man alive when you got a painful kick to the shin by Sejanus as a warning. With a quick glare, you went back to your meal that consisted of a hearty sandwich and a few fruits on the side along with a cookie for desert. Both boys had a similar portion, Coriolanus with a little more.

It was indeed peaceful as the three of you ate your meal and stared out the vast windows to the beautiful capital. In a quite whisper, Coryo turns to you and asks "How's your wrist?"

You turn to him a bit surprised and embarrassed. You looked into his clear blue eyes and assured him you were completely fine and thanked him for pointing it out. He nodded along but was clearly waiting for you to elaborate. It makes sense why he was waiting. Why did you have so much blood and how did you not feel it?

You were thinking about telling him that it was your mother's. Your peers knew that she was ill and they, along with their parents, sent their well wishes.

But they didn't know how bad it was. No one besides you, father, house staff, and the Plinths, who have become a second family to you.

You always wondered if the wishes were truly sincere. Your mother, Cloria, was an absolute darling of the Capital and everyone loved her so it wouldn't be surprising if they were but then again, they mostly sent them towards the way of your father. He wasn't a cruel or hateful man and a rather good father and person but he was one of the most powerful people in the Capital, thus Panem, and people would be willing to do anything to get on his good side in hopes of sharing that power.

"Are you not hungry, Y/N?" Coriolanus asks you.

You spaced out again. great. You shake your head and offer your lunch to him, seeing as he already finished his and heard his stomach grumble.

"Oh, no that's okay, thank you!"

He flashes you his charming smile that might have caught you off guard but right now, you frankly didn't care. You simply just pushed the tray in his direction until it nearly pushed off his prior tray off the table while you entered the conversation he and Sejanus were having when you were in your head.

The rest of lunch and school day went fine, no more mysterious blotches of blood or the curious stare of those beautiful blue eyes. You made your routine walk home and checked in with your mother, who looked somehow even worse than this morning. She was fast asleep but looked in so much pain and her slight jerks proved your assumption right.

He, like you, never stopped thinking about her and always stayed by her side the second he made it home.

You were questioning whether or not to wake her when the sound of your father's footsteps interrupted. You turned around and gave him a quick hug while he placed a quick kiss on your hairline.

He gave the usual small talk on how school is and how Sejanus is doing. He asked those questions and gave replies to all of your responses but he never once took his eyes off his wife.

You let him know you were going to freshen up and head over to the Plinths and with one last hug, you were on your way.

As soon as your turned, you heard him enter your mother's makeshift hospital room within your penthouse. You sighed thinking about Sejanus's comment on how you were suffering. As you changed and cleaned off, you pondered.

You knew he didnt mean you were suffering like your mother, in physical pain. But were you like your father? You would argue you weren't, you weren't losing the love of your life, the mother of your child. And could you be suffering if you tried to spend as much time away from her as possible?

You weren't suffering, you were a coward. When news of your mother spread, you know some of your peers were slightly pleased, even if with no mal intention, as it was expected that your grades and performance would slip. But it actually turned out to be the exact opposite. You threw yourself in your assignments, the only peace you found besides the warm home of the Plinths. The home, at this point, you have already began the walk to along the paved walkways of the city.

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"That was absolutely delicious, thank you Mrs. Plinth" you try to be as cheery as possible. The meal, some sort of opulent wheat mixture with savory fish, was truly one of the best you've ever had and that's saying something in the Plinth house. But you knew you didn't need to have to amplify your reactions in front of them but it felt rude with any other reaction. She opened her mouth "Why thank you darling but please call me m-" her request was cut off by her son clearing his throat.

The table went silent. You all knew that she was going to request you to call her "Ma", as Mrs. Plinth was far too formal for your relationship with her. She already considered you a daughter but she knew the issue calling her ma might cause you. You were at their dinner table to avoid the constant coughes and screams of your actual mother after all.

You send a reassuring smile and she attempts to bring back the causal mood. "So y/n, Sejanus tells me that you both have an enormous paper for Rhaen." You and Sejanus laugh, knowing how much you both complained about your professor to her. You nod in agreement, informing her that you were probably going to head to the libary after dinner to start on it.

Your confession was received with a groan by Sejanus (which was quickly chided by his ma).

"We just got it today y/n. You can wait a few days, you've been doing so much work lately".

You knew he was trying to make sure you don't get too burnt out, especially before graduation, final exams, and the awarding of the Plinth Prize. But you simply shook your head and reiterated that you are going to start the oh so dreaded assignment.

And that's exactly what you did. That night. The night after. And the night after. It was on your fourth night of extreme working conditions that you were interrupted. You were on your conclusion, tens of pages in, when someone cleared their throat above you. You didn't know what time it was as you always worked untill you were kicked out by the librarian.

"Please, I just have a few more sentences and I'll be completely done. And I mean it this time I swear!"

You didn't even bother to look up, trying to finish up as quickly as possible.

"Wait you already finished Rhaens paper?"

That was indeed not the voice of the ancient looking librarian. You look up, eyes in pain from staring down at your paper for so long, and see once again, those deep blue eyes of Coriolanus Snow.

"What are you doing here?"

You ask, extremely curious why he is here so late at night. wait it was night right? You quickly scan the windows in fear of seeing the breaks of dawn. When you were met with pitch black darkness, you breathed a sigh of relief. Relief so deep that you completely forgot the charming blonde was right in front of you.

"I think I should be asking why you are here. And frankly how long have you been here."

He replies to your current state, which you assumed was quite disheveled. You just shrugged and spread your arms to gesture to your piles of books and papers. He nods in uncertainty while analyzing your face, taking in every detail, seemingly to figure out some sort of mystery you didn't understand.

You just stared back waiting for him to ask the clear questions in his mind. But he just kept on analyzing. Your perception of time was completely warped but even you could understand he was taking too long.

"Hey so since you've been staring for so long, how is my skin care routine looking?"

You said in a slightly irritated tone. He was interrupting your precious moments of focus so he could do whatever he was doing.

Seemingly slightly startled, as if he forgot you were there, he shook his head in apology.

"Is this why you don't sleep at night y/n?"He asks.

Now it was your turn to stare at him. More like a weird mixture of gawking, squinting, and glaring. You were going to open your mouth to question him and why in the world Sejanus told him (as he was the only one who knew), but he put his hands up in defense.

"Sejanus didn't tell me if that's what you were thinking. It's clear on your face. You have bags, you look pale, and you are never focused in class. I never wished to ask as I didn't want to make you uncomfortable or attacked."

He confessed the last part a little quieter, seeming to remember your reaction when he pointed out the blood on your sleeve.

You ducked your head, a habit nowadays, and tried to recollect yourself. Figure out some sort of response. If you told him yes, you were days without proper sleep because of your writing, it wouldn't technically be lying. But it didn't feel right. Coriolanus would understand, you were sure of it. You knew he lost his mother and he would sympathize.

You also wanted to assure him you weren't trying to be cutthroat about the Plinth Prize. In fact, you wished he wins it rather than you, he worked harder than you and most definitely than any of your other classmates.

But any response was cut by the voice of the actual ancient looking librarian.

"You said you were just going to get your book and leave young man. We closed ten minutes ago and yet you both, especially you miss, have overstayed. Go home. It's far too late and your families must be worrying. You are academy students are you not?"

Her stern words echoed into the empty libary that you just noticed. You both nodded to her question and she responded with a heavy sigh, shaking her wrinkly head while muttering something about teenagers nowadays. You were going to ponder that if she is upset with you two being good students and dedicated to your work was bad, how were teens back in her days? And you most likley would have ended up down a rabbit hole of thoughts if you didn't notice Coryo picking up your books and putting then in your bag.

"Oh you don't need to do that, I got it!"

You got up, far too fast and nearly fell over. He quickly grabbed you by your arm and pulled you back, steadying you. You stare up at him surprised and still a bit shook as he flashes you "yeah sure you are" kind of look. He finishes up clearing your table before giving you his arm to lead you out the libary, speed walking past the harsh glare of the old woman, a few giggles coming out of you due to your situation.

You and him walked in silence for a few minutes and you took it all in. It was late at night and you were on the arm Coriolanus Snow as he carried your bag and took you home. Once the thought hit you, you were sure that you were blushing, hoping the lights of the Capital didn't illuminate it too much. But it wasn't a bad thought. No, not in the slightest.

You found it endearing, even a slight desire. you are definitely in a hazy state, your voice of reason mentioned at your attempts to delude the intentions of his actions.

"Would it be okay if I took you upstairs? I want to make sure you make it there safely" He wonders as you reach the base of your complex. Aww, he wants to make sure you made it home safely.

His concern was a quick reminder however of your weak state and inability to move nor act (or think, that little voice chimed in) normally. In reality, he probably didn't want to be arrested for your murder because he was simply the last person seen with you before you fell down the stairs because you can't even count the number on your fingers properly.

You nodded and he led the way, opening up the door for you. You weren't really conscious as he clicked the button for the elevator (something you forgot existed in your imagination of how the night would have gone if the boy was not with you) or when you both got to your front door. But your consciousness came in full force and all of your sleepy haze went away as you heard the absolutely horrific screams of your mother.

how did you forget. how did you forget. Somehow, on your entire walk with Coriolanus and when asked if he could take you up, you completely forgot what would be awaiting you. And the absolute horror it must be for him. You quickly turn to him, as he looked like he was going to kick down the door and come to her rescue. You rushed to pull him back, attempting to assure him.

"It's okay Coryo! She just gets like this sometimes. My father is with her and so are nurses. I promise, it's okay. Thank you truly for taking me home, go get some rest".

You try to assure him with a smile, but he wasn't looking at you. He was staring straight ahead at your door, his chest rising up and down in deep pants and breaths. You try to get his attention but it wasn't working, so you put a few finger on his chin and make him look at you.

Looking deep in his eyes, you evenly say "It's okay. Please, just go home Coryo, I'm sure your family is worried where you are."

He says nothing for a moment, simply gazing deep into your sympathetic eyes. In a whisper, his question comes out more as a statement.

"This why you haven't been sleeping?"

You sigh, knowing there is no need to deflect now. You nod and take a breath, ready to turn around and head into your home, knowing you will be up for hours. Then another round of your mother's shrieks hit your ears and you cringed back tears and shuddered at the sound.

You were still close enough to Coryo that you backed up into him in reaction. He quickly wrapped an arm around you protectively, as if he could shield you from her pain. You didn't know what to do, so you just stood there, wrapped by his arm just listening untill it intensified for a quick second as the door opened.

Rhayes, your long-time family chauffeur but who is more of uncle as he has been serving your family since your mother was your age, came out. He seemed stunned and alarmed, you assumed from the scene inside but the way he stared at Coriolanus arm around your torso made you question.

"Apologies, miss y/n, I thought I heard voices".

His eyes flicked over you both once again as he spoke.

You wondered how to explain your situation and were going to move Coryo's arm off you before he interrupted with "No need, we simply came by to let someone know y/n will be staying with my family, if that is alright."

It seemed both you and Rhayes were shocked into stillness. He however recovered much faster.

"Is that so?" He asked skeptically, looking at you for confirmation.

You were thinking about brushing Coriolanus statement off and letting him peacefully rest for the night, not wishing to be a burden to him or his family. But he seemed concerned, was he not? You couldn't trust yourself at this point, but you could trust the slight squeeze he gave with his hand to let you know it was okay.

You nodded your head in agreement and that seemed to worry Rhayes even more, a look of guilt in his eyes.

"Would you please tell my father that I stayed with a friend and will be back tomorrow. I still have work to get done."

Your loyal driver takes in the situation once more and nods his head in obedience, wishing you a good night and well wishes with your ever growing work.

He opened the door into the now silent home as your mother has seemed to have calmed and looked back at you with those deep brown eyes of his, searching for something, as he closed the door. You didn't realize the quick glare however, he sent deep into the eyes of the Snow heir. Once the door was closed, Coryo moved his arm from snaking around your waist and around your front, to holding your hand and leading you towards the elevator once more.

He dragged you a few feet when you stopped, making him turn around fast and landing quite close to your face. You were looking up into his eyes, which seemed to sparkle under the dim warm lights of your penthouse hallways. He looked back into your eyes, something that seems to be happening quite often lately.

"Are you sure?"

You were nervous to ask, not wishing to offend him (and in all honesty, dreading returning back to your situation). He seemed to somehow deepen your shared stare and leaned in a little bit closer.

He whispered "Let's go home darling".

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A/N: AHHHHHH! Two chapters back to back! Don't expect this pace to keep up however, especially with school returning back (only for a few more weeks but still). I know it was LONG and maybe unnecessarily so. You guys are warriors for reading through all that! I know I said that characters may be ooc but Snow may be the most. I know he seems pretty fluffy rn but I am trying my best not too change him too much as I find him interesting with his flaws. Also, in later chapters, you will see that he is now the only one with a flawed character and outlook (cough reader cough). But hey, maybe this time, he will use one of those chances to reform. or not. Guess you just have to wait and see! Thank you again and much love❤️

@notyourwildestdream 🌹

[xaytheloser]

Xavier, my good friend, my mutual the I really need to talk to more. Can I bitch to you about this fandom’s favoritism between epic+ cookies and like cookies lower than epic class. Cus like certain cookies are like hated because they’re not epic. Like as soon as Vampire was revealed to be an epic everybody forgot about Alchemist and acted like she’s being mean and nagging even though she kinda has a point on being a little harsh to her brother. And don’t even get me started on GingerBrave and the ancients because I can go on a 15 minute rant about how GingerBrave is just hated for existing but the second someone mentions one of the ancients doing something that was morally wrong they get thrown out the window into straight into hell. Same thing with Hollyberry abandoning her kingdom and letting one of her grandchildren go missing and also people bitching about olive being in the game instead of Smoked Cheese despite the fact that they kept calling him an Affogato clone even though they are so fucking wrong. God I’m sorry if I’m being annoying but I really wish that you me and our small pool of sane cookie run fans can all just talk how stupid this is.

NO BC YOU ARE LITERALLY SO RIGHT

LIKE GOD FORBID THE CHARACTER ISN'T HARD TO GET AND IS SIMPLE IN DESIGN

LITERALLY

fuck gingerbrave haters all my homies hate gingerbrave haters

[osaemu]

#MERRYCHRISTMAS: if you're receiving this message, you've been cordially invited to hannah and dazai's exclusive christmas party!

NO LONGER ACCEPTING SUBMISSIONS.

BRING YOUR BOYFRIEND! 🎄

it's more fun going to a party with a handsome boy on your arm, isn't it? but we need to know how many people are attending, so why don't you let us know if you and your date plan on coming, yeah?

asks have to be off-anon bcs i don't want people sending a thousand asks, sorry! unless you're one of my mutuals, the ask limit is one for the entire event. mutuals can ask for one regular plus one of the mutuals slots!

also, i'll have to ask that you refrain from asking for dazai bcs he's one of the hosts and will likely appear in most of the fics as a background character!

RSVP via my askbox, and hurry up! remember, slots are filled on a first-come, first-serve basis. what are you waiting for?

CHRISTMAS COOKIES! (SFW) 🎄

christmas isn't christmas without cookies, right? so i wanna know how good you and your boyfriend are at baking cookies, duh!

(also, i think dazai and i would burn the house down if we baked them... so you guys should do it instead!)

send me an ask with your favorite boy from any of the following fandoms AND how good you think you'd be at baking cookies. then we'll see what happens when you guys start baking!

JUJUTSU KAISEN: 5/10

BUNGO STRAY DOGS: 2/5

GENSHIN IMPACT: 0/3

SEASON'S GREETINGS! (SFW) 🎄

so maybe you don't have a date for the party. cool! neither do all those guys, and i think you'd look good with any (or all) of them!

winter is a magical season, and what is love at first sight if not magical? so come on, go talk to him! i'll be watching... and writing.

sending me an ask with your favorite boy from any of the following fandoms AND if you want a meet-cute or meet-ugly, and we'll see how your meeting unfolds!

JUJUTSU KAISEN: 4/5

BUNGO STRAY DOGS: 1/5

GENSHIN IMPACT: 0/3

SEX BY THE FIREPLACE! (NSFW) 🎄

parties can be tiring, i totally get it! especially when you've been teasing him all evening. yeah, dazai and i saw. you weren't being all that subtle about it, ugh.

anyways, the second you get home, i just know your boyfriend was sick and tired of you and your brattiness! gee, i wonder what happened next.

send me an ask with your favorite boy from any of the following fandoms AND a kink you have in mind, then we'll see how he got you back for teasing him the entire party!

JUJUTSU KAISEN: 4/5

BUNGO STRAY DOGS: 0/5

GENSHIN IMPACT: 0/3

EXCLUSIVE ENTRY! (SFW OR NSFW, MUTUALS ONLY) 🎄

merry christmas to my beloved mutuals!! you guys are the sweetest ever and i wanna add a portion of this event that's just for you!

actually, i can't think of anything, so just send me whatever and i'll write something for you guys based on that . . . just keep it christmas-themed and within the scope of the event's setting/rules, and that'll be perfect!

if you want it to he nsfw, i'd love it if u could make my life easier and give me a specific kink to work with :3

SLOTS: 8/10 [JJK, BSD, GENSHIN, AOT, OR MHA]

we're lookin forward to seeing you at the party! love, hannah and dazai ;)

[fic-heaven]

A rabbit's wooden foot (Alex Keller x reader)

Mutual pinning/ slight angst/ first kiss/ insecurities/ brief description of Alex's stump.

🐥 I'm trying to write Alex at the best of myhabilites xd

-Your longtime crush, Alex Keller has been suffering from a limp because of a leg prosthetic he's been using. It's up to you to help him with the rash. One thing led to the other and your feelings for him come to light, but the fear of breaking his bond with Farah makes you think twice before crossing the friendship barrier with him.

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"Shhhhhhiiiiit..... Fuck! Ah-!"

If anyone passed near Alex's tent, they'd think the worst. The American's moans and groans were loud enough that if it wasn't because it was three in the morning and everyone was sleeping, he wouldn't hear the end of it from Farah.

"Jesus, Alex. You've got a huge rash..." You scolded him as you spotted his red hot stump illuminated by his all lamp from your spot on the other corner of his tent

He looks at you with a pained grin "Yeah, 't feels like I dropped hot chilli on ma' leg." Alex exhales while he tries to accommodate himself on the makeshift bed flopping on his back. He was dressing more comfortably, wearing shorts and a plain navy blue shirt a few sizes bigger with a bunch of bleach stains here and there. His hands messily fought to undo the few straps left painfully gripping at his thigh, eager to get this hellish leg prothesis off and treat the damage it had done to his poor reddened stump. Curses were growled under his breath while you rushed to take your shoes and gear off, he was so tired he was about to give up and sleep with the demonic leg, but that was something Alex very well knew wouldn't happen, as you were so worried for his health you wouldn't allow it.

After a long patrolling day together you noticed a limp on the blonde's step. He was still adapting to his new leg, and it didn't prove sturdy enough for him on the last mission he had. It broke just when he was returning with Farah thanks to the sand and rocky terrain, and it had to be replaced immediately. Farah offered him a few days of rest, at least until they got it fixed properly or find a new one, but Alex was so stubborn he claimed that he didn't want to feel useless or drag you all down, so instead, he had it changed to some other trashy discarded prosthetic that caused his recent limp and rash making you extremely worried.

"God damn... this stupid prosthetic..." Alex cursed. His pretty eyes crinkle and his nose scrunched in irritation and pain as your hands carefully helped him free his thigh from the straps of the fake leg.

Your flicked his nose. "Good thing I'm here t' help. You wouldn't be able to tie off your own shoe if you were left alone."

Alex gave you a fake laugh fixing you a playful glare, he didn't want to give you the satisfaction of admitting such thing. But you knew he was grateful of your support despite still feeling embarrassed of his own stump.

"Is it-..." After a quick, close inspection to the leg piece now detached, you gasped horrified. "Is it made out of fucking wood!? Are you out of your mind!?"

"Wha-! No? I just wore what they gave me!" He exclaimed slumping on his cozy bedroll, hands nervously fidgeting with the rim of his shirt.

"Is it worth the pain? Fuck, if i cry over wearing high heels I can't fathom the level of pain you have been feelin' wearing this thing. I'm sure walking around with a toothpick for a leg would have hurted less." This time you moved closer to his side sitting right next to him on the floor, your hand fished the bottle of lotion Farah had given you from your bag and Alex sat up a bit already feeling better at the sight of the medicine.

"Haha, yeah... Good thing I don't get to wear high heels on duty, or a toothpick." He jokes but you don't laugh, his head tilts a bit when he spots the worry in your pretty face.

Alex then pokes your side making you giggle a bit "I dunno if you've noticed, cookie, but my job requires my full attention 24/7. I can wait one more day for the replacement," you glared at him and he explained ''I won't be wearing this old thing any longer though, I promise, I already accepted the short break Farah practically forced me t'take."

You sighed, your expression turning sour as your eyes lingered on his stump, your hand rests on his knee while the other caresses his hairy thigh comfortingly tainting his cheeks pink. Alex was looking at you entranced, visibly enamoured at the sight of you worrying so much for your battle mate.

"You should have told me... I would have taken care of everything, pay close attention to you, or... Replaced you." Alex went on to speak eager to protest but you silenced him with a stern look, your beautiful eyes looking down at him with more disappointment than he could bare. "You've got me worried sick," you whisper, your trembling hands massage his sore leg expressing your concern. "To see you groaning and limping around for God knows how long broke something in me, Alex... You may be the bravest, most strongest man I know, but you are not indestructible. Would it hurt you to lay back a bit? Can't you just rest for one minute? You already gave us all a scare by disappearing and returning with one leg..." Your chest heaves at the memory. You secretly cried for days when you saw what they did to your Alex unintentionally avoiding him while you closed yourself. That strained your friendship for a while as he thought you avoided him out of disgust and shame, but the way you begun slowly approaching Alex again and kept expressing your concerns for him made him realize that his own insecurities were playing with his mind.

He wanted to kiss your worries away, to tell you that you are his lucky charm that saved him from any demise. Instead, he gave you a very small "heh." Followed by the smallest but prettiest of smiles, his eyes showing nothing but love and endearment. "What would I do without you...?" It was a very short answer, and yet his expression told a thousand words, enough to suffice you.

Then, Alex extended his palm your way waiting for you to hand him the bottle so he'd treat his rash. You blessed him with soft smile in return followed by a short, little nod. Though, when you gave him the bottle, your other hand gripped his wrist quickly as to not let him scape quickly changing your mind.

"Can I?" You weakly asked staring deep into his vulnerable eyes.

"Y-you want to-..." The blonde stuttered realizing what you meant. "...You sure...?"

Alex felt a little self-conscious, afraid you'd be disgusted at the prospect of touching his mangled leg any further. But his worries went ignored when you took the lotion back quickly reading his discomfort, you nuzzle his cheek comfortingly with your finger for a second making him nuzzle his nose on your hand before you took it back to warm your hands and splurt some cream on your palms.

"You chose to be reckless and use a stick for a leg as if you were a fucking pirate. I can't trust you with your own rash, I'll help you however you need." You say in finality with a playful smirk.

He bashfully smiled a bit suddenly feeling frisky "However I need?" He internally asked loving the undertone of that sentence. Alex shakes his head giving up on fighting your cares, he then rises his chest a bit so that he'd sit closer to you until you suddenly push him down the bedroll with two fingers. He huffed surprised rising his hands in defeat, pretty ocean eyes widen at your stern but playful stare. He melted on the spot, aroused by the sudden dominance.

"Cookie..." Alex called your pet name lowly, just when you returned his gace from your task he composed himself. "Gosh just... Be careful, it stings like hell."

"Don't worry, I'll give you the greatest massage you have ever gotten. And if you don't cry, I might give you a lollipop when I'm done." You smiled widely.

He blinked slowly huffing a charming laugh. "This massage is already a reward. But I'm a sucker for treats, y' won't hear me complaining..." What a golden retriever of a man.

The faint light from the lamp near the bedroll created a warm atmosphere in the dark tent, and having you so willing to massage his sore leg made Alex feel as if he was dreaming. You could say the same. It all looked like one of your secret fantasies, to have Alex laying down practically underneath you with half-lid, bedroom eyes darkening his gace, his sore stump awaiting for your care now resting atop your right thigh when you sat closer on your knees. It all made a shock of arousal heat up your sex leaving a faint stain in you panties, good thing you were wearing black shorts.

Alex gasped when he felt your hands spreading the cold medicine across his rash, carefully massaging the sore spots mindful of how overly sensitive it felt for him, his hands fisted the blanket on his sides while he tried to hold back short pained groans by chewing on his inner cheek and picking on the dead skin of his lower lip confirming this fact. So you decided to keep his mind off the sensitivity.

"Why cookie?" You asked casually, hands never relenting on your soft ministrations.

"W-well..." It took him a moment to even his breathing, but eventually, he gave in in your plan to occupy his mind. Besides, he wasn't planning on getting a boner right in front of you when your hands were right on his upper thigh, sensually dragging your lubricated digits up and down across his aching severed leg. Alex sucked in a breath and sighed "You are soft n' sweet, very tiny too. I remember the first time I saw you, how you welcomed me with a cheeky grin and a wave... You didn't even know me, I was a foreigner from a totally different unit and you treated me like-" A friend? It somehow felt unsubstantial. "Like family?" That's more like it.

You giggled a bit at the memory, your cheeks heating up at how awestruck you were (and still are) at the sight of Alex's beauty and charisma. You also remember feeling very awkward. Not because of anything Alex did or say but because it weirdly felt like you were constantly competing with Farah over his attention. It sounds childish and for a long time you thought you were just making things up, until you noticed that any interaction you had with Alex always cut short when she was around, Farah was quick to intervene dragging him away from any conversation you were having with the pretense that you two were working and had no time for chitchatting even if the conversation was work-related. Hadir confirmed he also suspected you two were competing for Alex but never did a thing entertained by the drama between you and his sister. You also remember talking to Farah briefly about this, she was nonchalant about the matter but did hint she was close to him so it's only normal he'd interact with her more than he ever did with you. That conversation still stung.

The memory irked something ugly within you, your feather light touches massaged all across his thigh a little faster, unconsciously trying to get this over with. Alex was quick to pick on your turbulent mind, his big hands cupped yours on his upper thigh halting your soft but rushed ministrations. You lift your chin and face him, he's sitting up this time, his brows pinching in worry.

"Did I say something wrong?" He softly asks "Are you okay?" Alex is always so caring around you. A gentleman by nature.

You sniffed with a forced half smile cupping the back of his hands. Your eyes shot down at his stump again, it was hard to maintain eye contact when he was only a few inches away from your face, his breath mixing with yours. Alex nudged your side with his right knee gently urging you to speak.

"You- you are right. You are like family to me." You said weakly, smile wavering. Feeling put on the spot, you lift his hands and kissed his knuckles softly. Not only to comfort him but yourself. Touching Alex in any way always proved effective at lowering your racing heart but it increased his (though, you were unaware).

The blonde purred at the gesture, a warmth like no other he has ever felt overwhelmed Alex "By family you mean..." He begun under his breath, his head lowered to nudge his forehead against yours fighting his bouncing leg, a nervous tick, as he tried to bury his nerves in the comfort of your touch. "...A brother or..." God he was so bad at this. Hell, he didn't plan for his first confession to go like this at all, but he couldn't help himself getting carried away by the moment.

His intentions were clear, your eyes snapped back to his abruptly moving away from his touch. You inhale, hating the awkwardness that has buried it's ugly claws on your chest making it painful to suppress your feelings. And then reality hit you. What Alex just said, the almost nonexistent space between you, the clear feelings you both shared for one another, the arousal. You could almost picture what Farah's reaction would be. And although you were never THAT close to her, you knew her and Alex had a very special bond you did not want to break.

"But..." You lips gave out the words you were thinking, as you were too afraid of what this could bring in the future, what it would change in your friendship with Alex and his with Farah. "Farah..."

At the mention of the other woman Alex's lashes fluttered in surprise but the shock melted into a worried expression. Alex wasn't oblivious of Farah's affections, and although he tried to let her down gently during the long time he has known her, he couldn't fully expect her to catch the double meaning of every discreet rejection he has given her, nor could he expect anyone (including you) to not notice her favoritism over the American soldier and misinterpret their friendship. Oh, his poor cookie.

The way his hand cups your cheek, how his thumb slides down vertically from the tip of your nose to your bottom lip playing with it's soft texture makes you shiver entering a trance that could only be broken the same way the sleeping beauty awoke from her curse. "You really think I'd sit here drooling n' blushing like a virgin boy just by feeling your hands on me if I felt something for Farah?" Alex doesn't say it condescendingly nor teasingly. His voice came out even, stern, pointing out the obvious in a way that made your worries quiet down a bit. You hum, eyes lost on the blue sea of his irises that blinked lazily at you.

"You're my lucky charm, (Y/n)." Alex confesssed taking notice of your entranced state as it filled him with enough courage to pour his heart out. He then makes a little, almost unperceptive nod in emphasis. "Every day we leave on duty I try my hardest to keep you at eyesight. Not just because I worry for your safety, but because there's no one in the world who'd I ever trust my life with but you. I love our cause, I love our teammates and I love Farah, but I don't love 'em the same way I love you, lil' cookie." You exhaled soundly like he just robbed your breath and he cracked a chuckle at such adorable reaction.

"Y'sure know how to make a girl blush..." You paused chewing on your lower lip before you fully let go of the shame and hesitation. "I love you too, Alex... More than you know."

"Oh I know." He chuckled.

You nodded rising your brows as if to say "oh, he knows." And he nodded in return but with more enthusiasm.

"I knew you couldn't resist me~" the blonde teased running a hand through the side of his hair putting a goofy seductive face, it made you roll you eyes dramatically but then he surprised you with a deep and very sincere "I love you."

Before you could react Alex's hands went to your back tugging you closer by the rim of your shirt. You crawled on top of him where he pulled you down to lay your whole weight on his torso, strong tattooed arms wrapped around you and once you had settled comfortably over him his hands slid under your shirt to massage your back, a little payment for you worries and care. "I'll say it as many times as y'need." He hummed in your ear burring his nose in your hair. At this, you shivered with a shy smile arching you back enjoying his touch. Just like a cat, he giggled at the thought.

"Careful, Keller. You might tempt me to ask for more..." Is that your idea of a threat? You couldn't be more cute.

"You threatening me with a good time, sugar?" Alex whispered back, face seeking yours.

"We really should be sleepin'... " You sighed with an apologetic smile. Your lips were millimeters from one another, nose and brows pressed. "Unless..."

His lips spread into a big smile. He was enchanted by your charms. His arms wrapped around you firmly, hugging you so close you'd suffocate. "Mm... Nah, you're right. 'Sides. I've already planned our first kiss. And it will NOT be on my stinky tent, at three in the mornin' with my mangled leg in display."

You buried your head under his chin, his stubble scratching your nose bridge and forehead. "I'd kiss you anywhere, 'lex..." You whispered softly. Your eyes closed, the exhaustion, Alex's deodorant and his warmth were slowly clouding your conscience succumbing to sleep. He kissed your hand.

"Nighty night, (Y/n)." Alex whispered turning off the lamp and closing his eyes.

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As promised, your first kiss did not happen on his tent. But not too far.

You woke up when you felt his stubble gracing your cheek and soft lips planting mulple gentle kisses along your face, everywhere but on the mouth. When you opened your eyes you were met by his half-lid blue eyes staring at you foldly.

"G'morning, lovie." He hummed and you lazily smiled back "y' talk in your sleep you know?"

You laughed a bit rubbing your eyes. "Hmm... Did I say something interesting?"

Alex smirked "hmmmmmm gibberish!" He was totally lying but you'll give him that. You already felt a little shy being cocooned like this with him.

"I wanna show you something. But first you gotta get up... And um... Could you help me with my leg, love?" He requested, as if you were one to deny him anything.

You two left the tent and instantly were met my the morning sky. The sun was rising behind the dunes painting the sand in a soft pink color. You were no stranger to the beauty of Urzikstan, but witnessing the sunrise with Alex after you two had confessed, made it feel like this was the very first time.

A gentle breath swayed your hair and you jumped a bit when you felt his hand push some strands behind your ear. You turned to the side a bit facing him and Alex gave you this little smirk accompanied by a lovestruck stare that told you all you needed to know.

You took a step closer and he did the same, leaning down a bit to meet your height before you cupped his jaw and gently planted your lips against his.

"This is... So fucking cool..." You huffed with a smile.

"It is, isn't it? The sun is the first witness of our union." Alex said teasingly circling your waist.

"My, you woke up feeling poetic."

"You love it, don't deny it."

"I love you."

You only hope Farah will let go of the stupid rivalry you both had when she sees you and Alex being more cuddly than usual.

[casuallyawkardd]

Hi there, could you write some headcanons for miguel and a deaf reader? It can be sfw or nsfw or both, whatever you want. Thank you! I love reading your stuff 🖤

Thank you for reading 🥰 I'm glad you enjoy my content. Now...to SFW or NSFW hehe I'm so clever...fuck it let's do both.

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Deaf!Reader

Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI! But you can read the SFW~ sex, bit of rough sex, some fluff, lowkey bottom!miguel, kinda sorta choking?

SFW

It would start with notes. It's already hard enough finding people who know sign language, even more so when said people are part of a Spider Society. All of which coming from different universes with their own different forms of sign language. So you stick to writing/typing what you want to say and most of the other spiders just write back or have you lip read.

This is a short lived system with Miguel. He's usually busy when you try to talk to him and the time it takes to read and respond is too much time away from his work. At least in his opinion. He eventually just programs Lyla to be a translator, even gives you access to her to use when you need, whether it be talking to him, the other spiders or during meetings.

Once the two of you get to know each other better, he takes the time to learn sign language. He's a smart cookie, so it comes pretty easy to him. He'll even pick up SSL so he can share his mother tongue with you. The more attached he gets to you also equivalates with how much attention he gives.

Instead of using Lyla as a translator so he can focus on his work, now all you have to do is tap him on the shoulder and his eyes are fixated on you. It's a little intimidating at first, his gaze intense as he watches you sign, but you get used to it the longer you're around him. He hates when people try to talk to him while you are; in his mind they're talking over you. So he's snapped at a few people/completely ignored them.

"¡Cállate! Y/N is talking."

"Huh? I was listening to Y/N."

If you are interested in the idea, he'll even go out of his way to make hearing aids. I picture his universe is almost utopic in that the cost for medicine/prosthetics is either really cheap or just plain free. That being said, he'd probably still just make you a pair of hearing aids on his own, more sentimental that way. However, if you turn down the offer he's fine with that too. Your body, your choice right?

NSFW

Love, love, loves having your hands on his throat. He wants you to feel the vibration when he moans for you. To feel the rumble in his chest when he growls in satisfaction. His favorite position is you on top of him, hands on his chest or wrapped around his neck while you bounce on his cock.

Miguel likes to be able to see your face, wanting the visual of just how good he's making you feel. Your moans and whimpers aren't enough, he wants to see your eyes roll back in your head. The little bit of drool on your chin when he fucks you thoughtless. His hand tangled in your hair, giving a slight tug to get your attention. When he has it, he makes you read his lips while he tells you just how good you are for him.

"You still with me, cariño? Or are you too cock drunk already?"

The feeling is mutual. You also enjoy watching him when you have sex. How his brows knit together and his jaw goes slack when he enters you; like he's about to cum then and there. How when you wiggle your hips just right while you're riding he goes a little cross eyed and his grip on your waist is just a bit tighter.

"Ay, dios mio, vas a ser la muerte de mi." Oh, my god, you are going to be the death of me.

The two of you develop your own form of communication in the bedroom. Miguel trailing light kisses along your neck and back as praise, large hands squeezing the parts of you he loves most. You tapping on his thigh to tell him to go faster, biting his flesh to encourage him to be rougher. It's not an exact science, but you each know what the other is trying to communicate and that's what matters.

In the afterglow, he likes to look at you. Sometimes you're already asleep, face half buried in a pillow and lightly snoring. He'll comb his fingers through your hair as he admires the view, pulling you against him and humming contently, making you smile in your sleep as the sound reverberates against your back. Other times Miguel just lays there and watches you talk; half paying attention, half just admiring your naked form. Eventually, he'll gently take your hands in his and kiss the knuckles, which can mean two things. One being that he's ready to go to sleep, the other being his way of saying he's ready for round two.

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@khaleesihavilliard @leahnicole1219 @edgycatx @oharaludes @graysonshaven @qiaipia @3zae-zae3 @melovetitties @jebsoxnoshansk @thedevax @erissco @Its_carlerrr

[kuebiko-writing]

✧ Maji ✧ 20's ✧ she/her ✧ Secondhand Writer ✧

Hi! My name is Maji (ma-jee). I thought curating a blog all about writing would be fun, so here I am! A little bit about me: I struggle with social anxiety and possibly agoraphobia, and I'm at home all day, every day, with plenty of time for writing. I don't write as much as I want to, so surrounding myself with content about writing will hopefully give me a much needed boost in inspiration and motivation.

I believe writer's block is a thing (nuanced) and I'm always looking for ways to beat it.

If you're reading this and you're into writing as well, hello fellow tormented soul! Have you written anything today? Maybe you're staring at the dreaded blank page or scrolling through writeblr like I am instead of writing? 🧐 Please give me a follow or interact so I can check your blog out! I'm shy, but I would love to be mutuals and just like and reblog your content.

Feel free to tag me in tag games and stuff! It might take me a while to get to them though. ʚĭɞ

Running a worldbuilding blog @the-desert-lands

Random things about me:

I love coffee, but I'm biased towards hot chocolate as well. Also I can be bribed with cookies, just saying.

I used to be able to read 300 page books in a day. I'd just get so lost in the sauce. Now I'm lucky if I read a whole chapter. How I have fallen. 😔 (Trying to fix this by reading an hour at a time)

I don't know anything about Franz Kafka or Clarice Lispector or Slyvia Plath but they're tortured and relatable and their writing is like a spoonful of honey. (Idk why I'm saying this)

If you write anything that had to do with religious trauma- or any trauma really- please let me know! That's the good stuff.

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[bk-179]

Introducing… time!Skater Cookie!

aight so anyone remember this post I made a while ago teasing a character? HERE HE IS!

(full body design of time!Skater) “What a boring timeline… I’m gonna go find someplace better!”

‘Meet time!Skater Cookie, an alternate timeline version of our beloved Skater Cookie! Originally set to follow Gingerbrave and friends in his timeline’s adventure, time altercations caused him to be trapped in the oven. When he passed out from the heat, instead of being eaten by the witch, he found himself laying in the fabrics of time as courtesy of a certain TBD director. After a long while of life under the curious time cookie, the spunky time!Skater Cookie effortlessly skates through timelines with his elusive candy board time scissors. Many TBD employees are warned about the shenanigans of this eccentric boarder!’

(time!Skater’s Candy Board Time Scissors, a hybrid of canon Skater Cookie’s skateboard and Timekeeper Cookie’s Sonic Embroiderer.)

Headcanons/fun facts + notes below cut!

time!Skater is the Skater Cookie from the post season 6 story mode universe. As stated in his fake description, this Skater Cookie never met gingerbrave and friends, instead being raised in the space-time continuum by Timekeeper.

I used “raised” pretty lightly. I love Timekeeper but bro is NOT fit to be a parent imo 💀💀💀 I feel like they did the thing mums do where they throw an iPad at their kid instead of raising them but instead of an iPad it’s a time scissor Yk what I’m saying? Also Tk is an insane god idk how they thought parenting was a good idea

as a result of this, my man has issues. He needs a hug

anyways 😜😜😜

prime!Skater (what I’ll be calling the normal pre-6/my universe’s skater) is around 12-13, and time!Skater is vaguely 15-16.

time!Skater is surprising tall. Probably around 5’10. He’s one of those teens that went from “small :)” to “TALL 🤯🤯🤯” during puberty; he sprouted up like a fucking weed somehow despite having horrible nutrition as a teen with nearly unlimited time power and no bedtime. He drinks monster energy from twizzly gummy’s world and eats from the abandoned vending machines in cookie wars’ timeline

Like prime!Skater, time!Skater’s eyes are very sensitive to light (bright lighting is overstimulating and painful due to this) so they’re always covered by the hair + hat

this Skater takes after his parent. Namely, he is a bastard lmao. He’s much less soft than his canon counterpart, and definitely on his way to becoming a mini tk without outside intervention. He travels to cookie Pompeii to skate alongside the volcanoes

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my bastard son. I love him

some design notes:

for those who were my mutual in 2021 when I was a edit+hc request blog, you may remember time!Skater actually. shoutout @foggymud cuz they developed the idea with me and it was really fun! He used to look like this:

(A sprite edit ver of the design I was going for)

(And a drawing of what I had in mind from ALMOST 3 YEARS AGO⁉️)

After getting back into cr 2 years after loosing interest, I wanted to develop time!Skater using the og concept and cleaning up the design.

I would come to forego the pink icing hair. I really like pink and liked his hair, but in practice, it didn’t fit at all with the modern design. It was too jarring and out of place, so for my modern skater renditions I give him brown hair.

The og time!skater also wasn’t older than prime!skater, evidenced by his youthful appearance+usage of the canon sprites as a base. I decided to age up the modern incarnation of the character for both character and design motives; I wanted to portray a sharper, more weathered cookie while still keeping the youthful air that prime has. Making him a preteen felt like a waste and making him a young adult felt wrong character-wise, so a vaguely teenaged skater felt best.

speaking of sharpness, I incorporated real shape language and balance into this modern Time’s design. (for simplicity, I’ll refer to time!Skater as Time, and the regular/pre-6 timeline Skater as Prime.) I used a balance strategy of “thin center with large, flashy sleeves and pants”, where the og design had the large sleeves + tucked-in shirt and it ended up feeling too middle-heavy. I also added some sharper points to Time this time around to balance out all the round and give a slightly more “edgy” appearance I suppose?

Big pants :)

I liked the old Time design’s outfit ok, aside from the aforementioned issues, but it felt a tad bit unoriginal. I wanted to keep the essence of the old design, but also incorporate more interesting colors and thought-out shapes.

The use of CookieRun’s signature time-coded gold was one major thing I wanted this time around, adding little splashes of it in the hair and outfit. Trying to show both Prime’s essence and the affects time has had on Time’s personality.

the eyes are different too! in the og design they were this weird multi-color gummy colors? It had the same issue as the pink hair; too clash-y imo. So modern Time’s are a cryptic yellow sclera with blue pupil (if you saw the teaser post Yk what I’m talking abt).

and uhhh yeah‼️‼️‼️ if u read this far TYSM! I’m very autistic about him

[quibbs126]

Well I’ve finally gotten Oatmeal’s look down, so here she is

Most of her character traits I already listed in the picture, I just kind of wanted to get the gist of her character down to a simple enough list of things so that I don’t go on for way too long

I’ll draw Porridge eventually, I just wanted to get Oatmeal’s design down first. Porridge is also around 5-6 by the way, she’s a young kid

I couldn’t decide whether to make her a farmer or chef, but then I realized that those two things don’t have to be mutually exclusive. She can be a farmer of oats, and then she takes those oats she grows and makes food out of it, so that’s what she does. I imagine in whatever storyline she has, she’d basically introduce oats into the local agriculture once she joins the kingdom

I’m not quite sure why Oatmeal comes to the Vanilla Kingdom, other than the vague idea of “having a better life”, but it could also be that she just had a bad home life. She’s supposed to have big trust issues with adults who are her age or older, which can probably tie into it. Right now I have the idea that she might have been the victim of emotional abuse within her family and/or a previous marriage. It’s not really fleshed out (and because I’m not really sure how to write that) but it’s an idea in my head

Speaking of her trust issues, I imagine that while Black Raisin may not be someone she mistrusts, as I sort of imagine Oatmeal getting the gist of her straight away and seeing she isn’t someone that seems dishonest, Pure Vanilla would be. Like it would take her a long while to get her to trust him. Not sure how she’d feel about Espresso, I feel like they wouldn’t really meet that much anyways. She’d get along just fine with the other Raisin villagers though

But in general she’s a very sweet lady, and she gets very easily flustered by compliments

I suppose I can talk about design now, but I’m not quite sure how to structure it all

This was her previous design, which is also what her hair looks like down

I had her design basically finished, but I was unsure about colors and when I asked I was told I should add some contrasting colors to break up all the browns. I was having trouble placing it though and I kind of just left her in my folder. A friend had suggested I tie her hair up, and while I initially refused because I didn’t want to change her lineart, this morning I ended up doing that. The bandana was originally a dark purple, and my friend suggested making it sky blue instead, and while I was changing colors I got the blue you see there and I liked it, and that’s what stuck

She’s supposed to have some amount of width and chubbiness to her, but I’m not sure how visible that is

Also I made her eyes yellow because when I looked up pictures of oatmeal, I saw a lot of them had bananas in them, so that’s what they are

I do wonder though if I made her look too NPC like. Like I can’t think of what combat skills she’d have in game, and best I can think of she’s a Healer or Support. And I feel like she just looks like an NPC you’d see in CRK

I also wonder if she looks “oatmeal” enough. I mean the hair’s supposed to be the oatmeal, but still

Anyways yeah, that’s Oatmeal Cookie. I think this description might have been a bit nonsensical but hopefully you get the gist of her. Hopefully I’ll draw more of her, as well as her daughter and her with Black Raisin. Hope you like her!

[cmtcahrule]

No Words. Part 1.

For those of you who can't or won't watch.

Yes, we were living in Cayman the last three years. We went back to LA for the summer. And everywhere for the summer.

Island life has been grand…it’s just time to wrap it up and get back to reality.

It’s Swiss Family Robinson here.

But you have the LA itch? Yes, I have the LA itch.

We can always find any way to justify anything. Mom needs to go back and you guys are going to be happy wherever you are.

Oprah’s been my idol my whole life.

Modeling is so interesting. You don’t have an opinion or a voice. As with TV, you can drive it.

I never enjoyed doing the red carpets. I leave that type of journalism up to you.

Did you ever think you should be the person on the other side….like the person walking the carpet? Honestly when I was in college, there was an acting job that came through the modeling agency, but I have never wanted to be an actor. I don’t understand this. Why are we sitting in trailers for 12 hours when we could be really productive? It didn’t make sense for me to be distracted (by acting).

I thought I was going to wait to open the bakery until after I did The Today Show for 10 years. Thank God I did not wait until I was 55 or 60 to do it. Because you cannot pull 4-5 all nighters per week when you are that age.

I can contribute my television career and success to 30% talent and 70% bribery. I would go in and bomb an audition and come back with Monster Cookies and then I would get a call back because of the cookies.

In my 20s, when I wasn’t raging, I would come back home and bake dozens of cookies.

I am passionate about JIF peanut butter. I am passionate about Helmann’s Mayonnaise. We are not fucking around with these products. We have integrity.

We have been in talks to open up in LA. Talks to open up at The Grove. The Palisades Village. Maybe we will do that when I have more bandwidth some day but right now I am tapped out.

You are managing all of these businesses from afar? I mean I am on an airplane every few weeks.

I told my agent to give me anything except anything related to pop culture. Everyone is voodoo dolling you right now. That is the dream of so many girls and people wanted you to do it and you said no. Give me a war instead. I will volunteer to go cover a human rights foundation before I will go on a red carpet.

Did you meet your ex husband Armie in the industry from doing industry interviews? He was not even working at the time. He wanted to be an actor but he was not doing the things to be an actor.

Regarding Tyler: He would never hang out with me because he was with his best friend Armie.

We met through our mutual friend Tyler. It was love at first sight. For sure.

Regarding their meeting: It was good for Armie because he had to work for something.

Ambition is important. I know you want to do something so do something. Either go back to college or go to acting class. I am not interested in someone who is complacent.

I think it was hard for him at the time because I had a boyfriend who was very successful and doing a lot which is the hottest thing to me because I love ambition.

It was a good motivator. So you motivated him to get his ass up and work….as Kim Kardashian would say?

Since he was with you when you were opening up BB, was he supportive and was he helpful? Because he was so young, he probably had even less of an idea on what to do. He wasn’t the business man behind the operation to say the least. 

I’ve always been an independent person who does what I want. If I am with somebody, that is how things are going to go. I do whatever I want when I want however I want.

[hbyrde36]

Welp, I did this today instead of working on my wips (I regret nothing) 

This was so fun, @every-aj-needs-an-angel 

Thank you for the tag! 💜

Its rules as follows:

1- generate 5 random words using this generator and then write something using those words!

2- tag 5 (or however many you want) mutuals to challenge!

(If you don’t like the five words you got, reroll them. This is meant to be a fun little challenge, not something to stress over. Have fun!)

My words were:

ruby, haberdashery, knit, screech, official  

I’m sure this is very much not medically realistic, but please suspend your disbelief and go on this journey with me.

Eddie was in pretty bad shape. Ruby red blood poured from multiple wounds in his abdomen, and flooded his mouth more and more with each wet cough. Steve knew they had to get him out of here and to the hospital soon or he wasn’t going to make it, but he was afraid that moving him before they could get the bleeding to stop would just make things worse. Pressure wasn’t working, what Eddie needed was stitches, something to hold it all together until they could get him proper medical attention. 

Steve had already sent Nancy back through the gate with Dustin, ignoring the kid’s screech of protest. He was hurt, his ankle badly twisted, and if the worst did happen, and Eddie didn’t make it, Steve didn’t want him to have to see that. Robin had stayed with him though, listening intently as he explained what he was thinking and how he needed her to go back into the trailer to hunt for a sewing kit and a bottle of booze.

“Okay I understand the sewing kit obviously, and you’re right, judging by the stitching work on that battle jacket, Eddie definitely did it himself, so there has to be some needle and thread around there somewhere, but why the alcohol? Do you really think it’s a good idea to get a buzz on before you start pricking him with a sharp object?”

Steve sighed. “It’s not for me, it’s for the wound, Robin! I need to clean it, and the needle. The situation is already less than ideal, but we need to at least try and be sanitary about it so he doesn’t get some sort of freaky alternate dimension infection.”

Robin giggled. “Alternate dimension infection. Hey, that rhymed!”

“Not the time!” Steve shouted.

She blushed. “Sorry, you know how I get when I panic! I’ll be right back.”

Robin set off for the trailer, it wasn’t that far from the spot where Eddie had dropped, but at this point every minute could make the difference between life and death. 

Steve looked down to where his hands were still pressing into the largest of Eddie's bites. The other boy had passed out at some point, while Steve had been forming his plan. Probably for the best, Steve thought, there was nothing worse than getting a needle through your skin without anesthesia. He would know.

Robin returned even quicker than Steve had hoped for, wielding an old cookie tin and a half full bottle of vodka. Perfect. 

He doused his hands with the alcohol first, while Robin picked through the kit and threaded a needle with the thickest thread she could find, and then they dunked that in the liquid as well.

Finally, he moved the t-shirt they had been using to staunch the blood flow on Eddie’s side, and poured another healthy portion of the vodka into the wound.

Eddie jolted awake with a hiss the second it hit his skin. Steve sympathized, that had to hurt. He offered the other boy an apologetic smile as he held up the needle, It was only going to get worse from here. 

“How the hell?” Eddie croaked. “What, is there a fucking haberdashery in the upside down?”

“What’s a haberdashery?” Steve asked, trying to keep his hands steady as he readied himself to begin.

“Where haberdashers work.”

Typical. Steve rolled his eyes. “Leave it to you, Munson, to be insufferable even on your deathbed.”

“I am what I am, Harrington. Now get a move on, it’s not going to knit itself.”

“I think you mean sew? Y’know, like stitches?”

Eddie raised a weak hand to wave the idea off. “Semantics. Knit, sew, crochet, whatever gets the job done.”

“Jesus Christ.” Steve muttered, before taking a deep calming breath. “Okay, are you ready?”

“Ready as I'll ever be, Stevie. It's okay, I trust you.”

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Hours later, Steve, Robin, and Nancy were sitting in the hospital waiting room, praying for good news about Eddie or Max. They’d lost, that much was made clear by Max’s injuries and the sudden appearance of giant flaming red fissures spanning across the town. The only upside to it all was that, with so much fucked up shit happening around them, no one questioned either of their injuries, or seemed to care that Eddie was wanted by the police. 

Eddie’s last words had been ringing in Steve's ear since he heard them. ‘It’s okay, I trust you.” He passed out again right after he’d said it, and Steve had gone to task in eerie silence.

His work had been shoddy at best, and more than one stitch had popped in the process of getting them all back through the gate, where thankfully Nancy was waiting with the car running and ready to go. Eddie never woke back up.

Steve wondered now, as they waited for updates, if Eddie had been right to trust him, if he had made the right call. Maybe they had gotten him here too late. Maybe they should have just moved him, bleeding be damned. It would have gotten him here a lot sooner. Maybe he could have worked out a way to keep pressure on the wounds as they moved, as they drove. Maybe, maybe, maybe. 

Steve groaned, rubbing his face hard with his hands. At this rate he would go crazy before they ever saw another nurse. 

“Hey.” Robin said, rubbing soothing circles into his back. “They’re gonna be okay, both of them.”

“You don’t know that.” 

“No, I don’t. But I have hope. You have to know, even if Eddie doesn’t make it, it’s not your fault. You did everything you could.” 

Steve scoffed. “Did I, though? I just left him and Dusin there alone, Robin. They weren’t prepared for that!”

Robin shook her head. “None of us were prepared for this, and you didn’t leave them there, Steve. We all agreed to the plan, insane as it was. You’re not responsible.”

“If you say so.”

Finally, a nurse appeared in the doorway.

“You three here for Munson?” She asked.

They all stood, eagerly nodding. 

“Your.. friend had to be taken in for surgery. He’s out now, and stable. He’s not awake yet, but that’s to be expected.”

“Can we see him?” Steve asked.

“Are any of you family?” The nurse asked.

Steve hesitated, unsure if lying would somehow hurt Eddie’s case in the long run.

The nurse smiled at him sadly. “I’m sorry but…”

“I’m family.” A gruff voice called, just as a man approached their small group. “I’m Wayne Munson, I got a call that my nephew was here.”

“Oh yes, Mr Munson, I can take you to see him now.”

Steve deflated. He knew he probably had no right, but he really wanted to see for himself that Eddie was okay. 

Instead of immediately going with the nurse, the older man turned to Steve and the girls. “You three the one’s who brought my boy in?”

“Yes, sir.” Steve answered. 

Without a word, Wayne stepped forward and scooped all three of them into a group hug. Amidst the embrace he quietly said, “I was told he could have two visitors, and, well, there’s only me so, one of you three want to come with?”

“You should go, Steve.” Robin suggested quickly. “You’re the one who saved him.”

Steve sniffled, having lost the battle with his tears the moment Eddie’s uncle had embraced them. 

“It’s settled then.” Wayne said. He kept one arm around Steve’s shoulders as the girls fell back, settling once more into the hard chairs of the waiting room. 

“Okay, ma’am, my other nephew and I are ready to go see Ed now.” Wayne said to the nurse, steering Steve along with him back in her direction.

The nurse raised an eyebrow.”You’re other nephew?” 

“That’s right.”

She looked dubious but didn’t argue, and proceeded to lead them to Eddie’s room.

Along the way, Wayne told Steve about another phone call he received just prior to hearing from the hospital. Apparently Chief Powell had gotten word from someone in the government shortly before the “earthquake”, and though it wouldn’t be official until the right paperwork was processed, it seemed that Eddie had been exonerated.

Knowing what he did about the people involved, Steve was surprised the powers-that-be weren’t going to let Eddie take the fall for all of this. Realistically he couldn't be blamed for the fissures of course, but the murders before-hand? Steve shook himself out of his thoughts, deciding it would be better not to question it, and just accept the win.  

When they finally reached Eddie’s hospital room, Wayne walked right up to the bed. Steve, however, froze in the doorway. The boy in the bed looked so small and broken, nothing like the force of nature Steve had spent the past week getting to know. Suddenly he was terrified to get any closer, and unsure of why.

Wayne cleared his throat, waving Steve in. “C’mon, he won’t bite. Not unless you ask nicely anyway.”

Steve huffed a gentle laugh,shaking his head as he finally snapped out of it and approached the bed rail. “I see where Eddie gets his sense of humor.”

Wayne smiled. “He’s much worse than me, boy’s a menace.”

“Yea, I know” Steve agreed fondly, finally giving in to the urge to hold Eddie’s limp hand. 

Wayne’s eyes tracked the movement. “Are you and my nephew close? Can’t say I remember him ever mentioning a friend named Steve before. Unless, well.. No, nevermind.”

“What is it?”

Wayne narrowed his eyes. “What’s your last name again?”

“Uh, Harrington.” Steve answered, confused as to why that was suddenly relevant.

Wayne paused for a moment, and then absolutely lost his mind laughing. If Steve wasn’t sure that Eddie was truly unconscious he’d be worried about the noise waking him. 

“Sir?”

“Typical Eddie, aint it?” Wayne said between cackles. “Wanted for murder, on the run from the law, and still somehow managed to get his man.”

Steve could feel himself turning bright red as the man’s words sunk in. He hadn’t meant to give the man the wrong idea by holding Eddie’s hand, he’d just wanted to feel him. He wanted some reassurance. His first instinct was to drop the hand and back away, it’s what he thought he should do, but it wasn’t what he wanted. He fought to keep himself in place and met Wayne’s eyes. 

“No need to panic, son, I've known about Eddie since he was 12 years old. Your secret’s safe with me.” 

“Thank you, but, I have to tell you, um, we’re not together.” Steve explained, though the way his gut twisted as he said it told him a lot about how drastically his feelings towards Eddie had changed.

“I see,” Wayne said, holding his gaze for a long moment. “You should consider telling him how you feel when he wakes up. Don’t tell him I said so, but he’s had a crush on you for years, he’ll be thrilled.”

“Am I that obvious?” Steve joked. He must be, he thought, for the man to have picked up on it before Steve had even realized himself.

“It’s okay, kid. Just, be good to him, alright? I don’t want to have to shoot the guy that saved my nephew's life.”

Steve smiled, rubbing his thumb along the back of Eddie’s hand where he still held it. “I will, I promise”

(absolutely no pressure) tagging @penny00dreadful @dreamwatch @vecnuthy @manda-panda-monium @thisapplepielife @brbsoulnomming @thefreakandthehair

[thermitetermite]

Prompt #18 - Dessert Creation

Tldr: After an awful battle Hero goes to a rooftop to mourn the loss of their beloved Villain. Hero sobs about their mistakes and the regret they have for not confessing sooner to Villain. Villain is alive mutual confession ensues. Hurt/comfort, Dessert Creation Villain x Hero

CW: Talk of death, implied death, burns, mourning, blood, dissociation

Hero had failed. They'd failed to recognize Supervillain's master plan. They failed to help when the other heroes needed them. And perhaps worst of all, they had failed to save their Villain.

They only arrived in time to watch Villain get burnt to a sugary crisp by Supervillain. The flan shield they created around themselves was no match for the raw firepower Supervillain released. The unrelenting blaze charred any chance of Villain's survival.

Hero had only processed what had happened next when they found themselves sitting on the edge of a familiar rooftop.

Everything felt like a blur to them. The burn on their shoulder was numb. The soot on their cape unnoticed. The dried blood on their hands the only evidence confirming they ended Supervillain's reign.

Hero sat there for what felt like ages, gazing upon the city skyline until the lights smeared and scattered across their vision. Tears. Once they realized they were crying it felt like a floodgate opened. They couldn't stop. Hero pathetically wiped at their eyes with the backs of their hands.

Why Villain? Why Villain!?

Villain was one of the few villains in the city who wasn't some deranged psychotic menace to society! Villain would never think of harming anyone. They were just some goofy Villain who trapped people in toffee or put office buildings in jello or some other major inconvenience. They gave out candy when they were arrested and offered other villains lollipops in holding cells. They ate sugar cubes chronically and paid hackers to get your Pinterest account so they could spam you with dessert recipes.

Hero wished they'd told Villain how much they loved them sooner.

Hero was sure if Villain were still alive they'd make a joke about smelling like burnt cookies. The ash left behind didn't offer such comfort.

They reached a quivering hand into their pocket and pulled out a couple crushed sugar cubes. Hero cupped the cubes in both hands, closed their eyes and brought their clasped hands to their forehead. With a croaky voice they talked out loud, perhaps hoping their words would be heard.

"I miss you. God, I miss you." They sniffled and leaned into their hands, trying to steady themselves. "It shouldn't have been you. I should have gotten there sooner. I should have known what would happen. I should have reached out more."

Their voice cracked as they continued.

"It should have been me!" They openly weeped. "I was supposed to protect this city! I was supposed to protect you!"

"How am I supposed to go on knowing you aren't here! How am I supposed to patrol what's left of this shit hole of a city without you sitting on this roof beside me?

How am I supposed to patrol without you insisting we bounce instead because you want to turn the sidewalks to jello?

How am I supposed to enter your lair without you demanding I open the windows you can't reach because you paid extra for them and don't want them to go to waste?

How am I supposed to laugh when I can't hear your dumb jokes? Or see you put on a shirt backwards because you want to see if I'll notice.

I'll never hear you crunch another sugar cube like some goddamn horse ever again. I never thought I'd miss that noise but right now... Right now I'd give anything to hear that horrific crunching sound.

I'm so sorry for everything! For getting you killed! For never reaching out to know you better! For being a coward who couldn't even tell you how happy you made me! How much light you brought to everyone. How much light you brought into my boring empty life! I love you! I loved you!"

Hero collapsed into themselves, murmuring tearful confessions of love and regrets. They were completely alone now in this world. Family long gone, a job that wouldn't take too kindly to "vigilante justice", and just losing the only person in the world they cared about.

It seemed like they spent an eternity crying when a stutter step came from behind them.

They turned to find a roughed up Villain standing frozen, mouth covered by their hands and tears in their eyes.

They couldn't believe it. Their body moved on instinct as they ran to give them the tightest hug, holding Villain's head to their chest as they cried into their hair. Both parties were a mess of crying and "I thought you were dead's".

It wasn't until 20 minutes later that they calmed down enough to even begin talking, still holding onto each other for dear life.

"I thought I lost you." Villain sobbed, adding to the tear marks on Hero's suit.

"I thought so too." Hero returned. "When Supervillain sent that message I flew as fast as I could, but I only arrived to see you..." They choked on the words while Villain pet their back.

"You got there in time. I would have... you know... But your arrival distracted Supervillain enough for me to escape. The moment she took her eyes off me I dropped beneath the floor using the flan shield as a cover." Villain explained.

"But when I finally got out and back to the fight no one was there. The only thing left was a trail of blood and tons of ash. I thought she..." Villain reached up to Hero's face, firmly cradling their jaw as if to prove they were there.

"I'm here." Hero whispered, placing a hand over the one on their jaw and leaning into it. Neither were sure who leaned in first but it didn't really matter. They shared a tender and delicate kiss, neither wanting to hurt the other more than they had been today. It was clear they both felt this way about each other for a long time. To Hero, the kiss felt like home.

When they pulled away Hero was the first to speak.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Villain's immediate response made Hero's heart sing. Their next move would surprise Hero even more.

"Let's run away together."

"What?"

"You heard me. Just me and you. The world thinks we're gone, no one will ask questions, so let's just leave. We don't have to play this stupid good guy bad guy game anymore! We can just go somewhere far away from this and live a happy life together! I want this. I want us! And I don't want any of this to ever happen again. I know this is sudden but-"

"Where were you thinking?"

"Huh?"

"I'll follow you anywhere, but I'd prefer some place rural. I don't think I like cities anymore."

The smile on Villain's face set Hero's heart aglow.

Two plane tickets and one shower later the two of them stood hand in hand on a runway.

"Hero? Is this a crazy thing to do?" Villain fidgeted nervously. Two squeezes on their hand turned their attention to Hero's face.

"Yeah. But I wouldn't want it any other way Sugar Cube." Hero said with a smile.

"Kiss for good luck?"

"Kiss for good luck."