#struggling over nothing and im so tried I don't want to call back. i don't want to take the offer

[theood]

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[artdcnaldson]

i want older dilfy art to call me kiddo while he fucks me... IM SORRY

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TW: Dubcon due to no verbal consent given, but both parties are VERY enthusiastic

But yeah… being the cute little babysitter he and Tashi hire!! He calls you kiddo conversationally, just a way he tries to remind himself how young you are. He’s all hey, kiddo, and how’s college, kiddo? You really are so young— in college, can’t even drink legally yet. That doesn’t stop him from wanting you so bad. For waking up hard and drenched in sweat beside his wife after he’s dreamed about fucking your sweet pussy.

You’re a fan, you watch his matches. After you’d been working for them for a month, you shyly brought out a shirt for him to sign. He fantasized about you wearing it to bed with nothing beneath for fucking days after, jerked his cock raw imagining your body beneath the oversized fucking merch.

But he shouldn’t. You’re a kid. You’re too young. You're begging for it.

There you are— sitting on the sofa while you wait for Art to call his driver to take you home. He coddles you too much, wastes his own resources on you. His driver, his black card, anything you want. Your pretty legs are tucked under your body, beneath the hoodie of his you wear.

Sorry, Mr. Donaldson, I just got cold and you said to help myself to whatever I need.

It makes sense that you're freezing. You show up in tiny little athletic shorts and big tee shirts. Kind of like Tashi used to wear, back in college. He supposes some things don't change. It also makes sense because he keeps the house frigid so he can leer at the hard bud of your nipples poking through your shirts. Also like Tashi. Whatever, it's his house, he can do what he wants.

You look so tiny in his clothes, pretty and young. Swamped in the fabric, letting your scent mingle with his. He wants to bury his face in the fabric, breathe deep. He wants to fuck you with his hoodie on, pin you down on the couch, tug your panties to the side, and sink right in. You’d get so wet, he’s sure of it. Cream around his cock so much that it would sound fucking obscene.

“Mr. Donaldson?” You break his train of thought, smiling pretty over at him. “Are you calling your driver?”

No. “Yeah,” he says, and grabs his phone from his pocket. His thumbs fumble with his passcode, and you laugh softly as you watch him struggle. Like it’s a game, like you know exactly what you’re doing to him.

He feels the soft weight of your hand on his thigh— timid, testing. Your fingers flex, dimpling his thigh through the thin fabric of his pajama pants. He looks down before he thinks to look at your face. Pretty, manicured nails, a purity ring that’s clearly just for decoration. Only inches away from the spot where he’s tenting the fabric of his pants.

When he finally tears his eyes away to meet your gaze, you look at him through wide eyes and pretty lashes. “Do you have to?”

Words fail him. He swallows hard, tries to think of the many things he should say. I’m married. You’re the babysitter. You’re too young for me. I’m happily married. I’m married. Your pretty hand palms him through the cotton fabric of his pajamas and he lets out a helpless groan.

“Fuck, kiddo—“ It slips out like nothing, and you smile wickedly at the words, taking it as encouragement to keep going, coaxing him to full hardness. “You’ve gotta— ngh— stop—”

But thinking that doesn’t stop him from bucking up into the warmth of your hand, seeking that friction as you smile softly up at him. “Do you want me to?” You ask, grinding the heel of your palm against his cock. He groans, head falling against the back of the couch as his dick kicks in interest.

He doesn’t want you to stop, but he needs you to, so badly. “I’m too old for you,” he pants. He lifts his hips so you can tug his pajamas and briefs down his legs. “I’m— mmm— I’m married.” He can’t stop himself, he needs you to get a clear head and realize that fucking the married father of the kid you’re babysitting is wrong.

But you won’t. God, you won’t. You’ve been fucking aching for it since the first night on the job, when he handed you a check and patted your back and thanked you for taking good care of his girl.

You knew he was married, you didn’t care. There were plenty of movies about married men fucking their nannies, plenty of stories in gossip magazines about rich and famous guys doing it. Besides, Tashi’s away, Art’s lonely. Look how hard he gets just from sitting next to you! Someone has to take care of him while she’s gone.

He’s hot in your grip— pulsing and dribbling precum. When your thumb sweeps over his tip to gather it, he groans and bucks into your grasp. You smile like you’ve won a prize and continue the persistent glide of your hands along his length.

“You’re so big,” you say, like you’re surprised by it. He’s definitely bigger than your ex boyfriends— longer, thicker. An insistent heat pools between your thighs, slick and dampening the cotton of your panties. His cheeks flush when you compliment his size, and you follow his half-lidded gaze to where he’s watching your small hand pump along his cock. Oh. He’s so easy.

“I don’t know if you’ll even fit, Mr. Donaldson.”

Jesus fucking Christ. He slings an arm across his eyes, like covering them could change what’s actively happening. “Fuck, kiddo, you can’t say things like that.”

You draw your lips into a pout and sling your leg over his lap, so you’re settled firm and warm and alive, right above where he wants you. “Why not?�� You ask, leaning in to nuzzle right at his jaw. He pants hot against your ear. “You wonder about it, don’t you? How you’d ever manage to stuff your cock inside of me when I’m so small and tight down there.”

His hand is fisted into the sofa cushion— you have to pry it off, and up. His hand fits between your legs easily, like it belonged there. Thick fingers pressed against the damp cotton shielding your pussy from him. He moans pathetically. “Jesus,” he groans. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

His gaze fixes on the tug of your bottom lip between your teeth, the coyness in the tiniest action. But your mouth falls open as he presses his fingers a little harder, feels the saturated fabric mold against your cunt. “Ah— yeah— just… to the side—“ You gasp. Your thighs tremble where you hold yourself up, as he hooks two fingers in the damp cotton and pulls it to the side to reveal your pretty little pussy.

A pretty gasp escapes your lips as his thumb traces the line of you, from your twitching hole, desperate to be filled, up to your aching clit. All of that youthful bravado disappears the second he touches your cunt where you need, replaced with an all-consuming, primal need. “Please, please—“ You gasp.

He could say no. He should say no. He should pull your panties back into place, fix your shorts, and send you on your way with his driver. But he doesn’t. “Hold your shorts to the side,” he says, and you obey immediately, like you’ve been compelled to. Your pretty fingers hook into the nylon fabric, gather up the cotton of your panties too, and you tug them so he can have full access to your cunt.

“C’mere, kiddo,” he coos, tugging you closer,so you’re just barely hovering over his cock. You’re panting, breath shaky from anticipation as you grind your hips down, eyes fluttering at the tiniest bit of stimulation. “That’s it. Just relax for me.”

The press of his cockhead against your entrance makes you whine softly. Your hole twitches, pulsing, begging for more. The sound that you make when the first inch sinks inside is like pure fucking music— the way your brows knit and your free hand grabs at his shoulder to stay grounded. He stops moving, he lets you do the work.

And— Jesus— you’re fucking tight. He feels you squeezing around him like a vise, like your pussy was made to milk him dry. Soft, whimpery gasps fall from your lips alongside your staccato breaths, your face a vision of something along the lines of pain and pleasure. He mouths at your jaw, mumbling against your skin. “You’ve almost got it, kiddo, just a little more.”

You whine at that, brow furrowed in concentration as you finally take him to the hilt, so you’re fully seated on his cock. You look drunk on it, on him. He glances down and looks at where your pussy flares open to accommodate him and feels dizzy with the need to hold you in place and fuck into the wet, sucking heat of your cunt.

“Fuck, I’ve gotta move,” he groans. You nod breathlessly. “Can you take it? Tell me you can take it.”

A moment’s hesitation, but you nod. “I can— I can take it.”

He plants his feet and holds you by your waist, keeping you where he wants you, as he pulls out and drives back in, burying himself deep. Your moan is strangled, muffled in the fabric of his tee shirt as you bite down. He relishes in your pretty noises with each rough thrust back in, in the wet smack of his balls against your pussy, and the slick sounds of dripping, sticky arousal. Your body jostled each time he bottoms out, eyes rolling back.

This is what you’ve wanted, what you’ve been craving. Art Donaldson all to yourself, if only for the night. He’s not going to last long— not when it’s you and you’re so tight and hot around him— but you aren’t either. Clumsy, shaking hands toy with your clit as he drives himself in again and again and again. “That’s it,” he groans. “Touch yourself like that. God, you’re squeezing me so fucking tight, kiddo, fuck—“

You cum with a muffled cry into his shoulder, walls spasming and gripping his cock tight as you finish. Slick, creamy arousal circles the base of his cock, makes everything sound stickier and more obscene. He fucks into you, panting and groaning the most delicious sounds as he lets your walls milk him for all he’s worth. One, two more deep thrusts and he’s done for— balls drawing up as he spills hot and thick into your cunt.

You’re limp in his arms, all tired out. A soft whine escapes your lips as he pulls out, leaving you empty and dripping with his spend. He’s quick to pull your panties and shorts back into place, making sure that nothing drips and makes a mess before he tugs up his own clothes. You laugh breathlessly as he lets you wrap yourself around him like a koala, nuzzling into his shoulder.

“Can I go home tomorrow?” You mumble, nosing at his throat.

He rubs your back. “Whatever you want, kiddo.”

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HIIEUSI WAS WHHEE HI SIS I WAS WONDERING U COULD DO ARCADE FF WITH HEESEUNG ?

Omg girl I haven’t had time to write a damn thing yet and my drafts are piling up. But moots take TOP priority and I try to respond to asks as fast as possible. Anywaysss here you go and I hope u enjoy 🩷

Ride Me ~ L.HS

pairing: Heeseung!bf x Reader!gf| wc: 1k | summary: Things take a steamy turn after your boyfriend shows you his new at-home arcade setup. | cw: 🔞MDNI!! unprotected sex, cumshots, fingering, clit stimulation, pet names [daddy, good girl, baby] <- 100% Heeseung coded [porn with a plot] Enjoy :)

“Well babe, what do you think?” Heeseung asked as he uncovered your eyes revealing the mass gaming setup. “I figured I’d use this more than the theater room,” he ruffled his hands through his hair, anxiously waiting for you to respond.

“It looks great, but I’m gonna miss our little movie nights under the blankets,” you smiled as you walked up to one of the machines.

You clicked a few of the large buttons, anticipating a pixelated image to flash across the screen. “Umm, how do you turn this thing on?” You asked as nothing seemed to work.

Heeseung placed his hand on the edge beside you, trapping you beneath him as he reached down to flick a power switch. You felt his weight slightly press you against the machine as he did this.

“I must’ve forgotten to turn this one on,” he met your eyes through his shaggy hair. Something about that state felt off, but maybe it was just you so you brushed off the feeling and proceeded to look at the other games he had.

A zombie survival simulator that came with 4 guns.

A claw machine filled with plushes.

A retro fighting game.

And a two player motorcycle game.

Eager to try this one out, you climbed onto the bike.

“Of all the stuff you just saw, im surprised this is the one you wanted to play,” Heeseung tilted his head.

“Yeah, well, I like racing games. Stuff like MarioKart, y’know,” Heeseung watched as you struggled to reach the coin slot from your seat. The opening sat just out of your reach.

Your tits pressed up against the leather as your cheek meshed with cold material.

"Let me help you," Heeseung whispered in your ear as he reached over to insert the coin. You felt him pushing himself up against you from behind which sent butterflies through your stomach.

You went to the loading screen and customized your bike, "If you wanna play, there's another bike," you said as you noticed your boyfriend was still straddled on the bike behind you. His hands gripped the back of the seat as he sat there with his legs spread open.

You had a bad habit of staring at the print in his pants, didn't matter if he was hard or soft. You craved to feel him inside of you.

"I know, but I wanna see how you ride," he smirked as he grabbed your hips, quickly jerking your hips backward.

Feeling the heat rush to your face you continued to start up the game. You chose a Tokyo map because of the neon cityscape terrain at night time. Though you tried your best to stay focused you couldn't shake the feeling of Heeseung sitting behind you like this.

"San, ni, ichi...sutato," the automated female voice called out as tri-colored traffic lights flashed across the screen. The aggressive rumble from the bike startled you as it took off.

You felt as Heeseung squeezed your hips again before leaning against you. You nearly crashed as his touch caught you off guard.

"Be careful baby," he said before placing a kiss on your neck.

"I-I'm trying. But you keep distracting me," you stuttered.

"Am I really that distracting," he asked as he slipped his hands around your thighs, squeezing and pulling at the flesh.

"Ngh," you groaned. "Yes, you are."

"Oh, but you like it when I touch you like this. Don't you?" Heeseung grinded his hips against you.

"Mmm," you moaned as you felt his budge pressing into you. "H-heeseung," you said letting out a soft breath.

"Keep driving baby. If you come in first place, I'll give you a little treat," he hummed as he reached his fingers in between your folds. Your growing wetness slowly seeped through the fabric of your panties.

"Ngh!" you huffed as he massaged your clit through your shorts.

He continued to tease you as you struggled to finish the race, barely coming in first after finding a shortcut.

As the gold star shot across the screen, Heeseung hummed a raspy "Good girl," in your ear before helping you out of your shorts.

At this point, you were only wearing your hot pink thong--something you knew Heeseung loved to use. "Show me that pretty little pussy of yours," he bit his lip as you pulled the small fabric to the side, exposing your wet folds.

He smiled as he palmed himself before pulling his veiny cock out only to glide it between your slimy lips and tease your sensitive bead with his tip.

You whimpered as you began pushing yourself against his hard dick, eagerly trying to force it inside.

He halted your movements by gripping the inside of your thighs, spreading your legs more, before telling you to "ride Daddy's dick like the good girl I know you are."

Immediately after he said those words, he shoved his dick deep inside of you, causing you to let out a sharp groan. "Fuck," he winced. "You're still so fucking tight," he said slowly pumping his cock into you. "Ngh," he moaned before leaning forward to kiss your neck as your ragged breathing filled his ear. "You sound so fucking sexy when you're taking my dick like this," he pecked your cheek as you finally adjusted to his length.

You started to grind into your boyfriend, stuffing his cock deeper into you as he held you from your waist. "That's it, baby, just like that," his words encouraged you to pick up the speed as he pulled your lips into his, gripping your throat.

He turned you over and fucked you from the back as your tits pressed up against the leather. You clenched around him as he let out a groan. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he gritted through his teeth before 3 long, hard thrusts. You felt his warm seed spill into you and drip out as you came with him. Fortunately, your panties caught the majority of the spill.

Exhausted, you laid across the bike as Heeseung kissed your shoulders.

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[mypoisonedvine]

emmet or bearded cillian who is dads best friend but is also a mechanic or something and he fixes your car and u thought it would be free but he wants a specific form of payment IF U CATCH MY DRIFT and everything is dirty and grimmy and maybe against the side of the car or inside whatever you like

i love your writing so so much im yelling any time you post something new, have a good day <3

THIS IS SO EMMETT CODED OMFG IT'S PERFECT

length: 1.7k

warnings: SMUT (18+ only!!), unspecified age gap (but everybody is an adult), semi-public sex, oral f receiving, creampie

"Well, I think she'll live," he announced with a laugh as he stood up, wiping oil-covered hands on a rag. "Just needs a new spark plug and probably a patch on the fluid exchange."

You chewed your lip as you pretended not to be a total idiot about cars. "How much is that gonna put me out for?"

He waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry about that too much, honey. Your dad's a good friend, we'll just call it even."

"No, Em," you sighed, stepping closer to him-- having to walk carefully so you wouldn't trip on any toolboxes left out on the garage floor. "Come on, let me at least pay for the parts or something."

He shook his head, giving you one of those smiles that melted your heart just a bit. "You've been too good to me already, sweetheart. Don't worry about me."

You felt a little awkward, realizing he was referring to how you'd helped him after his ex-wife moved out. There wasn't much you could do, of course, but you'd tried to show your support-- first by bringing some food over, first a casserole and then allegedly 'extra' cookies, even though you were a little worried he'd be offended by the possible suggestion that he couldn't cook for himself. Then, you'd given him advice on how to keep the zinnias out front alive, since their normal caretaker was too busy running away to California with her hairdresser to water them. He seemed to appreciate that, and your heart might have skipped a beat when your hands brushed against his while you were gardening together.

(Um, it was a male hairdresser, by the way. Not that it matters a whole lot...)

Maybe you would let him give you free work on your car, if you didn't happen to know that the auto shop was struggling at the moment. Sure, you figured he'd give you a deal, because that was just who he was, but you never expected to take his time and spare parts for nothing in return. "Em, please," you frowned, leaning against the hood of your car just after he'd shut it. "Let me make it up to you-- you're working so hard for me."

As his eyes fell on you, you suddenly noticed a new darkness in them; he was looking you up and down, making you shudder slightly as he leaned closer. "Jus' tryin' to take care of you, honey," he said, a little softer, and you fought the urge to bite your lip. "Can't let you drive around town in somethin' that might break down any minute."

"Well, I can't let you eat TV dinners every night," you smiled in reply. "How about I pay you back in meals, hm? You liked the chicken casserole, right?"

"Yeah, you're a good cook," he relented, "I guess I can't turn down an offer like that, can I?"

"Good," you grinned, "then I'll bring something over tonight."

"But what if I'm hungry for somethin' else?"

You got a little shaky all of a sudden, and tried not to get your hopes up-- you were probably imagining the sultry tone to his voice...

"Somethin' a little sweeter than casserole," he added, closing the space between you and lifting your chin so you would look up at him.

"...cookies?" you wondered with a weak voice, and he laughed softly.

"Don't get me wrong," he replied, "your cookies are great. But I think you know that's not what I'm talkin' about."

You didn't know how to respond to that... you weren't even sure if you supposed to respond. Apparently, he got whatever he needed just from looking into your eyes.

"Sit on the hood, honey."

He knelt in front of you as you did what you were told; he kept his eyes locked with yours as long as he could, until he started to spread your legs slowly and his gaze had to dart down under your dress.

"Oh, sweetheart," he sighed heavily, making you struggle not to press your thighs together to satisfy your sudden desire for friction. "Look at those cute little panties-- can I take 'em off for you?"

"Y-yes, please," you nodded, and he gave you a little smile as he reached up under your dress to slowly-- so painfully slowly-- pull them down your thighs.

You opened your legs perhaps a bit too eagerly once he'd slipped the panties off around your shoes and stuffed them into his pocket-- yes, you'd noticed that-- and he bit his lip at the sight, pushing your dress up just enough to get a good view. "Baby," he growled, "you're just too perfect."

You thought maybe he'd ask again, like he had before he took off your panties-- maybe just because he knew you'd say yes. But he didn't: he just dove right in all of a sudden, making you gasp and moan as his tongue and lips explored all over you.

He devoured you with every lap, humming and moaning between those beautifully filthy, wet noises the whole ordeal created.

"P-please," you gasped, running your fingers through his long, wavy hair.

"Oh, honey," he groaned proudly, pulling back slightly to look up at you before delivering a gentle peck to your swollen clit. "You sound too cute when you're beggin'."

Going back in again, he sucked harder on your clit until your thighs instinctively clamped down on his head-- which didn't deter him at all, anyway. "E-Emmett, fuck, just like that--" you choked out, holding tighter to his hair, "oh fuck!"

Groaning encouragingly, he slid his tongue inside you and shut his eyes tight as you started to rock your hips on his face.

He found a pattern pretty quickly, holding you steady by your thighs so he could force every sensation on you; he teased your opening with his tongue, but focused mostly on your clit until you were shaking all over. You kept trying to tell him you were going to come, but it was obvious by how hard you struggled to put a sentence together. When you did come on his tongue, it was quieter than you expected-- a silent scream, which broke into a long, low moan when you were actually able to breathe again.

His tongue on your clit became too much all of a sudden, and your hand in his hair started to push him away. Thankfully, he did stop, and you started to slowly come back to reality.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he stood up to face you again, starting to open his jeans quickly.

"Fuck, Em," you panted as you tried to catch your breath, blinking the blur out of your eyes to get a better view of his proud, tilted grin. "What'd you do that for?"

"Just needed to hear you scream, princess," he winked, reaching into his boxers. "And I figured I won't last long when I'm inside ya, anyway-- s'been a while..."

He pulled his cock out of his pants, instantly pressing the tip up to you and lining himself with your opening.

"And I like the idea of still being able to smell your pussy in my beard tomorrow," he added, just before he slid inside your waiting channel.

He grunted as he filled you, head falling back with a heavy sigh through his nose. "O-oh," you choked out, grabbing one of his shoulders to stay stable as he started to move.

"God, baby," he purred, "I was right-- fuck, I won't last. Sorry, but I've been waitin' too damn long..."

You wanted to tell him that you didn't care-- that you actually thought it was insanely sexy how affected he was by all this-- but when you opened your mouth, you could only moan desperately. Your previous orgasm had left your insides all sticky and sensitive, every thrust overwhelming you with tension and friction. And thank god for how wet it had made you, too, or you might have had more trouble fitting his generous girth inside you...

"Knew you'd be so good for me," he grunted, "such a good girl-- wanted you for so long, honey."

You whimpered behind a bitten lip, blinking up at him expectantly. "How long?"

He smirked a little, before leaning in to kiss your neck playfully-- teasing your pulse with the very tip of his tongue. "I shouldn't say," he mumbled.

"Please," you gasped, "god, Em-- I gotta know..."

"Before the divorce," was all he'd say, but that was enough to make you quiver inside-- you'd always wondered, hoped, that he shared your interest, but you had spent most of your time pretending you didn't have a crush on him since he was closer to your dad's age and, you know, married. At the time. "She used to get mad at me when she caught me lookin' at you," he admitted with a low chuckle that made chills run up your spine in delight. "She was jealous of how fuckin' pretty you are... how sweet you are... how good you are..."

"Emmett," you whimpered, clinging to him tighter, "Em, please, I'm so close--"

"Fuck, baby, g'na come again?" he taunted with a grin, one of his hands tightening its grip on your waist. "Go ahead, honey, give my cock a nice li'l squeeze, huh?"

"Yes, fuck, yes," you gasped. "Fuck!"

"Not too loud, sweetheart," he warned, "got another mechanic in the other garage-- don't want him hearin' you... don't want anyone hearin' those pretty sounds but me, okay, princess?"

But he found a much more reliable way to shut you up: he kissed you, hard and desperate, and you moaned against his lips as you tasted yourself on his tongue. Your whimpers of his name were almost unintelligible as he kissed you, but he clearly understood them: he fucked you harder, faster, deeper, grunting promises to come inside you and leave you dripping with his come for the rest of the night. You encouraged him as best you could while being totally speechless-- and with a whine, you came around him just before he filled you with a gruff purr of his own.

Sighing, he dropped his head onto your shoulder, running his fingers down your back through your dress to make you shiver in his arms one more time. "Beautiful," he praised under his breath, kissing softly beside your ear. "So beautiful, honey..."

You smiled softly, wrapping your arms around him in a lazy embrace. "You're the one that's too good to me, Em," you whispered. "When did you figure out I had a crush on you?"

"Sometime after you brought me the casserole, but before you came on my face."

[hazbin-a-helluvamagines]

Heyyy I'm sooo happy that you're back ! I hope you're doing ok now ! Make sure to take good care of yourself.☺️

if it's not too much, can we have some Verosika and fizzarolli headcanons with a lil sister reader (platonic obviously)

"Little Sis" ; Fizzarolli, Verosika Mayday

Look. You're probably the only one he actually kept around after the whole incident with the circus and following him into his employment with Mammon.

You get to see him at his absolute worst, when he's struggling with Mammon, the abuse, the exploitation, you get a front-row seat to every breakdown and panic attack.

And he had the desire to keep you out of that life. Forever. So he'd never let you attend any performances or shows where Mammon was present.

You could see him at Ozzie's, see all the cool songs and tricks he could do, but other than that? He didn't want to risk Mammon scouting you as potential talent. He thinks he'd go insane if something ever happened to put you in the position he's in.

"But Fizz, why can't I ever see you at the Clown Pageant?"

"Y/N, it's... It's not a nice place. If it were, I'd let you, but... please. For me, don't argue with me. I don't... want you seeing what I do there."

Of course, reluctantly, you agree. If it's that important to him, he must be being truthful that there are things you'd just rather not see there.

But after Fizz quits? He shows you all the videos online of Ozzie protecting him. :)

Speaking of!! You get to meet and chill with Ozzie! A total gentleman towards both you and your big brother, and you can see the way Fizzarolli's face flushes whenever Ozzie holds his hand or makes a sweet compliment.

Honestly, Asmodeus is one of the few people who's been able to make your brother smile and laugh throughout the duration of his absolute misery.

And of course, it's important for Asmodeus to meet his future sister-in-law!

You've spent your entire life making him happy. And now that he's free, he can finally return the favor. :))

Verosika's sibling? I doubt you're not part of her posse, and therefore, famous alongside her and her clique. Both in Hell and on Earth.

She calls you "sis", "bro", or "sib", depending on what pronouns you use.

"Hey, sib! Coco and Apple and I are going shopping, wanna come? Last one in the car's a fucking virgin."

She's a pretty irresponsible big sister, honestly. She'll swear, make innuendos, and take you places you probably shouldn't be. But the second someone actually tries some shit on you, it's over. Those heels of hers are rather painful when embedded in someone's dick, after all.

You were with her through her breakup with Blitzø, and you, like Fizz's sibling, also got to see her at her worst. Baggy hoodies, runny mascara, ice cream, filthy hair, depression... The works. She never meant for you to see her like that. It was jarring, and she knows it, to see someone so confident and sweet become so broken and petty.

But on the plus side, she ended up giving you a ton of things because she wanted to try and salvage all the relationships she already had, with you, with her posse, hell, probably even with your guys' parents.

She's also super protective of you. As a succubus in Hell, she knows better than almost anyone else how touchy and unwelcomely handsy others can be with your kind. So she always makes sure to have some pepper spray on her, at the very least, plus teaching you the whole 'keys between the fingers' trick.

"Okay, so you stick each of these keys between your fingers... Yeah, like that! And then you punch 'im in the dick. And if it's a lady? Ditch the keys, purple nurple her."

It's honestly a bit eerie how well-versed she is, but hey, it's Hell, a girl's gotta protect herself somehow. And she'll be damned if her little sibling can't do it, either.

You have your spats, but deep down, the both of you love each other. Nothing could change that.

I hope you enjoy never sleeping, though, because damn, her karaoke nights last forever- At least she can sing, I guess-

[shaunamilfman]

you look like my next mistake

summary: A series of encounters you have with your friend's mother, Shauna Shipman, over spring break. A/N: im aware the age gap is controversial. live laugh love milf shauna, however.

Without fail you always seem to be loudest when you’re trying to be quiet. Here you are, in Callie’s kitchen in the dead of night, utterly convinced you’ve opened every cabinet except the one holding the glasses– just your luck. You finally find the right cabinet and grab the first glass you see, wincing guiltily when it makes a clinking sound against the glass next to it. You finally make your way to the sink to pour the world’s loudest glass of water, taking a well-deserved sip.

You whirl around as you hear a slight rattle behind you, followed by a swift whisper of metal on wood. The first thing you see is the gleaming edge of the knife, reflecting the soft glow of the streetlight back at you. The cold steel of the blade provides a sharp contrast to the otherwise warm and inviting atmosphere of the house, sending a chill down your spine as you struggle to take your eyes off it. 

It was strikingly sharp as if it wanted nothing more than to cut you open and see what spilled out. Your thoughts are a blur as you try to understand the reality of the situation, glass shattering at your feet as your hand shakes too hard to keep a firm grip on it. The sharp piercing noise echoes through the room, finally breaking an otherwise suffocating silence. 

You feel like the walls are closing in on you as you finally manage to tear your eyes away from the knife, focusing on the shadowy figure in front of you. You can just barely make out the edges of her in the dim light, deciding without a doubt that this wasn’t Callie playing a joke.

You make a pained noise as the lights suddenly flick on, blindingly bright to your senses. You furiously blink your eyes as you take her in– Oh, she's kinda…

“What are you doing in my house?” A gruff voice asks, looking surprisingly unphased.

“I'm– Callie,” You choke out, eyes wide as she brandishes the knife in your direction. This bitch was fucking serious: you think she might actually slit your throat in her kitchen. 

“Friend of Callie's. From college? She invited me over,” You're quick to add, hands held up placatingly as you try to look as unassuming as possible. 

Shauna lowers the knife slowly as she gives you a considering look. Still, her guard is up and you don't trust yourself to be able to outmaneuver her if she changes her mind. Every cell in your body is screaming at you that she's dangerous, even more so than pulling a knife on you would indicate. 

Oh god, you were going to be on dateline. You try frantically to remember if you’ve ever lit up a room, but Shauna quickly interrupts that line of thought.

“Callie didn't tell me anyone would be coming over,” Shauna comments, voice unassuming and softer than you thought possible. Her voice is like a siren call, utterly enthralling. You couldn't look away even if you tried. She was strangely alluring, even as she held your life in her hands. 

“I can see that,” You say dryly, speaking faster than you can think. You close your eyes with a wince, regretting the words the second they leave your mouth. Your eyes fly back open at the sound of a quiet snicker, catching her lip twitching ever so slightly upwards as she stares you down. Finally, she relaxes, placing the knife back in the block as she smiles like nothing ever happened. 

“A glass of water, was it?” She asks, walking towards the cabinet and grabbing for what you presume to be a cup. 

“Yeah,” You choke out, heart racing through your chest as you watch her move easily around the kitchen. Your hands still shake faintly, breathing speeding up whenever she steps near a sharp object. You have the sudden urge to get the fuck out of there, nearly taking a step forward when she suddenly speaks up.

“Stop,” Shauna commands, catching you off guard as you flinch backward into the counter. You freeze, eyes wide with shock and confusion as you look at her. She glances pointedly at the shattered glass cup at your feet. You nodded sheepishly, feeling a little embarrassed at the intensity of your fear.

“You’ll cut yourself,” She chides gently, stepping out of the room to grab a broom. You feel oddly guilty about making her clean up after you, despite knowing that it was mostly her fault for drawing the knife on you in the first place. You think anyone would react badly to finding a stranger in their kitchen at 3 AM.

Would anyone threaten them at knifepoint? A voice in the back of your head says, but you steadfastly ignore that as she walks back in.

You stand ramrod straight as she sweeps the broken glass away from your feet, humming quietly under her breath. What was this woman's deal? The sudden change in her demeanor was disconcerting, and the humming was starting to freak you out.

You stumble a few steps away as Shauna finishes cleaning up the glass, watching curiously as she fills up the glass she’d grabbed with water. She takes a few steps closer as if to hand it to you.

“I–I’m not thirsty,” You say quietly, edging your way around the kitchen in order to not turn your back on her.

She rolls her eyes, holding the cup out insistently. “You came all the way out here for it, obviously you were thirsty.”

You shake your head nervously, giving her a panicked smile. “No, really I’m not–”

“Drink,” She interrupts firmly.

“Okay,” You squeak out, grabbing the glass and downing it as quickly as you can– somehow your throat feels dryer than ever. You set the glass on the table and quickly back out of the room, pausing as you hear her pointedly clear her throat. There’s an expectant look on her face but for the life of you, you can’t figure out what she actually wants.

“Thank you,” Shauna says slowly as if talking to a child.

“Thank you, Ma’am,” You say quickly, wanting nothing more than to get out of here. Her nose wrinkles in distaste as she shakes her head.

“Shauna,” She says after a moment, giving you a quick once over.

“Thank you, Shauna,” You repeat, finally fleeing the kitchen back to Callie’s room. 

You shut the door as quietly as you can, leaning your back against the door as you try to get a hold of your racing heart, You can hear quiet footsteps padding down the hall, stopping for a moment just outside the door, before picking up again as Shauna shuts the door to her own room. You breathe a sigh of relief, grateful that the moment’s finally ended. If asked you couldn’t say what exactly it was about her that made you feel so uneasy, but something about Shauna Shipman just didn’t seem…right.

…

When your counselor advised you to add a minor in your last year she went on and on about how good it would look on your resume. What she conveniently forgot to mention was the only time slot for the required class was at 8:30 AM. After begrudgingly dragging yourself to a lecture hall at a time that was frankly criminal, you're absolutely dismayed to realize your professor is defining the scientific method. As if having to take an intro course as a senior wasn’t embarrassing enough, introducing yourself to your freshman lab partner certainly sent it over the edge.

That wasn’t an entirely fair assessment, as you had grown to quite like Callie over time. Her standoffish demeanor had a certain charm to it, something that you quite enjoyed in a person. Still, the first time you'd missed class she'd quietly emailed you a copy of the day's notes without even being asked. It was a pleasant surprise: you hadn't even realized she knew where you usually sat. You'd noticed with no small amount of amusement that they weren't her notes– the handwriting certainly didn't match her lab reports– but you appreciated the gesture nonetheless. 

Thus began a fairly unlikely friendship. You ended up being the mom friend more often than you were comfortable with, but you figured that sort of thing was probably inevitable given the age gap between you. Besides, Callie was impulsive enough for both of you; There was no need to add to it. You swore you spent more time trying to talk Callie out of adding random chemicals to “see what happened” than you spent actually conducting the experiments. You swore you were going to let Callie blow herself up the next time she called you old and decrepit, however. 

You’d gathered from a few rather stilted mentions of home that she didn’t get along too well with her mom, especially after her dad had gone missing a few years back. So, it probably shouldn’t have come as such a surprise when she tried blackmailing you into coming home with her for spring break after she realized you had no plans. You’d appreciated the attempt, even as pathetic as it seemed, but you weren’t about to humor it. 

She’d seemed so defeated when you called her bluff that you eventually agreed to go as a favor. You’d tell anyone who mentioned it that it was for the promise of free food, but you knew deep down it was because of how sad she seemed as she looked up at you with her teary blue eyes. Almost immediately afterward you realized that she was manipulating you, but then it felt too late to retract the offer.

Besides, you liked Callie well enough and you doubted her mom could be that bad, right?

…

After your third failed attempt at waking Callie up, one that had ended with her smacking you with a pillow so hard you fell off the bed, you finally decided to venture out into the living room by yourself. You were pretty nervous at the idea of running into Shauna out there, given that her living room was a likely place for her to be, but you’d finally gotten hungry enough that you were willing to risk it. Leave it to Callie to sleep past 2 PM when you’d been threatened at knifepoint in her kitchen the night before.

Shauna gives you an awkward smile as you walk into the room, not looking like she cares if it seems fake along the edges. It wasn't your fault that Callie had apparently invited you home without telling her, but it seems as if she couldn’t help herself from holding it against you anyway.

“Hey,” She says gruffly in greeting, focusing her attention back on the book she was reading. 

“Hey,” You murmur stiffly, quickly passing through the living room to get to the kitchen. You keep yourself busy making the world’s slowest sandwich, carefully placing every topping to buy yourself as much time as possible. You tried your best to focus on the task at hand, but you could feel Shauna’s eyes on you as she glanced up from her book far more frequently than necessary. The tension in the room seems palpable, and it makes your heart race for more reasons than one.

You wince at the sudden sound of a page tearing partially as Shauna roughly turns a page, quickly looking down as you avoid eye contact. Shauna closes her book with a sigh, finally standing up and walking toward you. She leans against the doorframe while keeping her eyes fixed firmly on you. She watches you for a long moment, and you get the strange feeling that she's sizing you up. You get a sudden urge to stand up straighter, squaring your shoulders in an attempt to seem bigger. Her lips curl at the edges as she takes you in, the movement certainly not escaping her gaze. The silence stretches on uncomfortably between you until finally she speaks.

“So… How did you and Callie meet?” She asks, attempting a casual tone that doesn’t quite fit her. You appreciate the gesture as futile as it may be. There’s something inherently intimidating about her, even when she’s trying to appear nonchalant.

You clear your throat softly before you speak, “She’s my lab partner. We’re kind of friends, I guess.”

You grin sheepishly, rubbing at the back of your head and you cross the room to put up what you’ve grabbed from the fridge. “She’s really cool once you get to know her, you know?”

“Sounds like Callie,” She comments with a fond smile, casting you a sharp glance after a moment. “Lab partners? You don’t look like a freshman.”

“Oh, no. Just a schedule thing,” You murmur awkwardly. “I’m graduating this semester, actually.”

“A senior, then?” She asks. You nod hesitantly, a little uneasy with the direction of the conversation. 

“A little old to be hanging around Callie, don’t you think? I hope you aren’t getting too close…” She trails off, voice laced with warning. If you didn’t know better you’d think she was just trying to protect Callie, but a confusing hint of jealousy underlines the whole interaction.

“Oh, no. It’s not like that,” You rush to say, surprise coloring your voice. “We’re just friends.”

Your response elicits a scoff from Shauna, arms crossing against her chest defensively as she stares you down. “Friends, huh?” She repeats skeptically, narrowing her eyes slightly.

“No, I’ve never– I mean Callie’s a little young for–” You fall over yourself trying to explain your feelings in a way that doesn’t seem insulting, even if you’re a little unsure of how the conversation got here in the first place. You finally settle on “I mean she’s very pretty, but I don't think of her like that.”

Shauna’s lips twitch, fighting a smirk as you fumble over your explanation. She visibly relaxes as her guard seems to drop a little, shifting her weight as she pushes away from the doorframe. She hums in understanding, seeming to mull it over before saying, “Well, she certainly inherited some good genes from me,” with a hint of playfulness you’d previously not thought she was capable of. 

“That she did,” You say, not quite meaning to say it aloud.

You can't help but acknowledge that she's pretty cute when she isn't brandishing a knife at you– she's hot then– as you watch a faint smile grace her lips. There’s a thoughtful quality to her smile that unnerves you; Even as you walk past her to take a seat at the end of the table you feel like she’s deliberating on something, carefully weighing all of her options as she sits down next to you.

She inhales sharply as your leg brushes accidentally against yours, clearing her throat as she purposefully brushes her thigh against yours again. Your eyes widen as you glance away, taking a bite of your sandwich just to have something to do with your hands. The feeling of her leg pressing against yours is more intense than you’d ever imagined it could be. 

This… This wasn’t how you saw your spring break going. You think you might blow up your friendship with Callie over this, an idea that makes you sadder than you thought it would. Still, you’re not sure you could find it in yourself to regret it. Shauna’s fingers drum idly against the tabletop, betraying a nervousness you hadn’t realized was present beneath her otherwise composed exterior.

“Do you like all your classes, then?” She asks conversationally, not seeming all that concerned with the answer

You shrug noncommittally. “I’m just glad to almost be done.”

“That’s right,” Shauna says, nudging your leg again. “You’re almost finished, aren’t you?”

“Prefer to look at things one week at a time, I guess. It’s my last break from school so I’m focused on enjoying that right now, honestly.”

“Maybe we could… hang out. While Callie’s sleeping of course,” She suggests, seemingly out of nowhere. A long pause stretches between you, the silence filled with possibility.

“...I think I’d like that, Shauna.”

You almost choke on your food as a hand abruptly makes its way to your thigh, squeezing firmly. Your breath catches as you see the intent look on her face as she watches for your reaction. You nod slowly before glancing down, watching as her hand slowly ventures up your leg. You jump apart as you hear a door slamming shut, pulling away at the sound of footsteps padding down the hall.

Callie calls out your name in question as she peeks her head into the living room, a surprised look on her face as she sees you sitting with her mom. They share a look that you don’t recognize, a silent argument ensuing that you can’t quite make out. Callie finally scoffs and throws her arms up in irritation, walking across the room as she sits down next to you. The two of them glare at each other from across the table, with you sitting awkwardly between them.

Callie grabs the sandwich off your plate, taking a bite out of it before dropping it back on your plate with a crooked grin. You glare over at her as you reach out and quickly flick at her arm, stifling your grin at her cry of pain as you finally eat your well-deserved sandwich.

You listen awkwardly as the two of them bicker in front of you about your presence, trying to be too put out about the whole thing. You really wish they had waited until you weren’t in the room to go down that particular avenue of conversation, but it seems par for the course as far as this trip had gone. You almost miss the feeling of your cramped dorm room as Callie’s voice starts to rise. Shauna snaps something back that finally quiets Callie, glancing curiously between them as you finally tune back into the conversation.

Shauna has a smug look on her face as Callie glares solemnly at the table, eyes shooting daggers as a scuff in the finish. Maybe it would have been better had you gone to your own house: you’re starting to think that even dinner with your extended family would be more peaceful than this.

You send Callie a pleading look as she finally lifts her head up, her expression softening when she sees the look of desperation on your face. Callie stands up abruptly, carrying your plate over to the sink and then walking off to her room. You watch hopelessly after her long after the doors closed, mourning your escape route as she leaves you to the wolves.

Shauna leans her head on her hand as she leans forward about to say something before Callie walks back out of her room, thankfully fully dressed. She waves her car keys at you with a grin, and you spare no time to make your exit. You hesitate as Shauna calls out a farewell, quietly returning the gesture. You sneak a look back at her to find her staring directly back at you, a smirk gracing her lips and her head tilted in a silent question. You scurry back out of the room after an impatient-sounding Callie as she calls your name in an irritated voice.

…

You scroll aimlessly through your phone as you lay back on the couch, noting absentmindedly that the waters stopped running. You weren’t quite sure why Shauna wouldn’t take a shower in the master bathroom instead, but at the end of the day, it was her house. Still, it left you awkwardly waiting around in your pajamas until she was done with the shower. You didn’t even bother to look up from your phone as the door opened, content to wait until she’d made her way back to her room.

As the sight of wet skin fills your peripheral vision you quickly realize that Shauna’s made that decision for you. You drop your phone on your face out of shock, wincing as you fumble to turn the screen off. There are so many places to look at, and so few of them are appropriate to stare at. She’s got a thin towel wrapped around her that did little to hide her body underneath it, a slip of a thing that barely reached her mid-thighs. Your eyes linger on her thigh, just a hint of skin peeking through where the towel doesn’t quite meet. You follow the seam up, lingering on her hips for a moment before reaching her eyes.

Your smile is strained as you look up at her, far too focused on resisting the urge to follow the path of the water droplets trickling down between her breasts and disappearing beneath the edge of the towel. Each droplet becomes a fleeting torture, almost begging to be followed by your mouth as it drips down glistening skin. There was a fragile tension between the two of you, but you weren’t sure how willing Shauna was to break it even as she continued to dance around the edge of propriety. It wouldn’t do to be accused of perving on your friend’s mother on your second day there, even if the idea was so damn tempting.

“Just wanted to let you know the shower was free,” She comments, the smug lift of her mouth the only clue that she knows what she’s doing. 

“Thanks,” You mutter, staring up at the ceiling as you recline back against the couch. 

Maybe if you just pretend she isn't there… 

“Are you feeling okay?” She asks softly, making you squirm with guilt until– “It's just, you look a little flushed, is all.”

“Fine,” You say stiffly, eyes shut tightly lest you sneak a glance at Shauna's legs now that she's stepped closer. 

She makes a muffled noise that borders on a laugh. It probably is a laugh, but it gives her just enough leeway to maintain her air of innocence. She presses the back of her hand against your forehead, humming in feigned concern. “You seem a little hot,” She comments amusedly.

You groan, rolling away to bury your face into the couch cushions as you hide from view. You ignore the sound of her snickering all the way back to her room, quickly darting towards the shower the second her door closes. 

What a mess.

…

“This is a mistake,” You murmur, panting as you rest your arms on her shoulders. Shauna's heavy breaths against your ear are more enticing than you'd feared they'd be. 

“Probably,” Shauna agrees, her voice low and breathless. She huffs a quiet laugh against your ear, wrapping her arms tighter around you as her lips brush your neck. “I want you so bad.”

You inhale shakily, peeling her away from you to get a good look at her. You need the distance just to think, not trusting yourself to make decisions while her lips are attached to your neck. She sighs 

“We could stop,” Shauna offers, a hint of a smirk on her face as she stares down at you. 

She knows damn well you're not going to stop. You say as much and she just grins, a light look in her eyes as she shakes her head.

“Is that supposed to be my fault?” She asks. You glance down knowingly, eyes lingering on the exposed skin where her flannel has been unbuttoned, before meeting her eyes again. Shauna huffs a quiet laugh, shrugging her flannel off with a pleased look on her face as your eyes unconsciously follow the motion. 

“She'd be so upset if she found out,” You protest, with no real conviction behind the words. You just figure someone should probably acknowledge it aloud. 

Her lips meet your face, tracing a trail on your jaw as she makes an understanding noise. “Mm. I know,” She breathes out between kisses, pulling away as warm breath meets your ear. “But you taste so good.”

Her eyes meet yours, challenging and intense. She leaves the decision up to you but makes sure you'll have to look at her as you make it. You glance down, uncomfortable with the intensity of the moment but that doesn't persuade her. All she does is lean forward, filling the entirety of your vision as she gently holds your chin. 

Even knowing it was wrong, knowing how much it would hurt Callie, you still pull her closer for another kiss. Unable to deprive yourself of her for too long at a time. How could you turn down what was oh so freely offered? 

You get lost in each other for a long while, only shooting apart when Callie's door suddenly sounds down the hall. You stand up quickly, glancing into her vanity as you quickly unruffle your hair to the best of your ability. 

You stand in the doorway as you debate the option of abandoning Callie altogether as Shauna looks up at you from the bed, lounging back and propped up on her elbows with a smirk firmly in place. You can tell how much she loves the attention, almost squirming as your attention lingers on her bare chest. She looks you directly in the eyes as her hand starts playing with the button on her jeans, finally motivating you to get back to Callie before you do something you regret. 

… 

“This is a mistake,” You protest, mumbling the words in between kisses. You chase her mouth every time she pulls away despite yourself.

Shauna moans, tilting her head back to give you better access to her neck. “You said that last time,” She comments lightly, her hips rocking slowly against you in an enticing motion. Not that she needs it. She's enticing enough by herself: you'd follow her to the ends of the Earth if it earned you an amused twitch of her lip. 

You'd certainly betray your friend's trust for her, fucking her mom just two doors down from her own bedroom. You table the thought, quietly reassuring yourself that your friendship probably would have ended when you graduated in a few weeks anyway. 

“It was a mistake last time too, ” You mutter. Shauna lets out a breathy chuckle, resembling more of an amused sigh than anything else. 

When Callie had asked you if you wanted to go hang out with her and her friends today you had just rolled your eyes and joked that you didn’t feel like babysitting, knowing full well what you were planning to do with the empty house. The guilt you’d felt only grew when Callie sheepishly apologized for abandoning you all week, citing the weird relationship she had with her mom as she idly scraped at the dirt with the toe of her shoe while refusing to make eye contact.

“Maybe you should stop talking,” Shauna whispers, fingers dancing along the hem of your shirt. 

“Make me?” Shauna’s grin in response is absolutely wicked, and you almost regret saying it.

Almost.

… 

The scent of her perfume surrounds you, face buried in her neck as she traces nonsensical shapes on your back. It’s so warm where you're pressed together that you consider moving away, but decide quickly you’d rather sweat than put any distance between you. As if she could sense the direction of your thoughts she pulls you flush against her, fingers carding gently through your hair as she presses a kiss against the top of your head.

The two of you lay in silence, but you can sense an air of unease on Shauna's end. You know she wants to speak by her nervous shifting next to you, but she seems to struggle over exactly what she wants to say. “So,” She starts, clearing her throat. “That thing you were talking to Callie about the other day?”

You glance up at her and she must see the confusion on your face as she clarifies, “Your roommate?” 

Ah. Okay. Your eyes narrowed in suspicion at the question: You hadn't remembered Shauna being in the room for that one. Whatever. You wouldn't put spying on you past her. It was strangely thrilling. 

You're happy to retell the story, listening to Shauna's soft laughter whenever you get particularly incensed. She continues to ask probing questions which remind you uncomfortably of speaking to your relatives at Thanksgiving, all “How's school?” and “What do you want to do after you graduate?”, but it was endearing that she'd at least try. 

She interjects a story every now and then whenever it relates to the topic at hand, but she seems more than content to let you lead the conversation. The only personal information she really offers up is about her relationship with Callie's father, and even that was surface level. You wonder idly why she'd marry such a loser, but you figure that you're evidence enough that Shauna doesn't tend to make good decisions. 

Still, it was nicer than you thought it would be. Admittedly the two of you hadn't done that much talking during the time you've spent together; Understandable given the nature of your relationship. You found yourself more smitten with her than you thought you'd be, silently mourning the end of your time together when you had to head back to school in a few days. 

…

You grin as your phone vibrates, letting your pencil fall to your desk as you lean over to check your messages. Glancing at your lock screen you eagerly fumble to get your fingerprint read as soon as you see that it’s from Shauna.

I heard you failed your exam. LOL ??? Lots of Love. Callie told me about it.

You sigh.

[adidegmez]

x-men '97 spoilers

ep 1(To Me, My X-Men)

wow. i just finished x-men animated series. last eps were different than the other seasons. im glad they made this Show story wasnt ober yet. this new start is so good. artstyle is amazing. The visual effects were so cool. everything is great. it was fun. cyclops is struggling. There's a lot of pressure on him. and he is leaving x-men with Jean. Jean is pregnant. Charles really left everything to magnus?! and why is bishop still there i get that timeline is not right but they are not doing a certain thing to fix it. and im glad morph is back. and rogue and gambit i love them. logan and morph's friendship is nice.

ep 2(Mutant Liberation Begins)

Why did they suddenly start calling Magnus Erik? Okay, Erik is also his name i know, but they used to call him Magnus. Erik is an honorable man. I want to believe and trust him. I hope he doesn't have any evil plans. We'll see what happened between rogue and magneto. storm lost her Powers while trying to save magneto. magneto tried. he really did. humans suck(most of the times-in most of the universes). they dont deserve them. dr. rogue and baby is here. scott is being nice to magneto. its good for now. but not for long probably. ororo left. gambit's heart is broken. and 2 jean's?! I cried in the last two minutes of the episode more than I ever cried in the first 5 seasons. It was more painful. it happened in a much more perfect way. it was beautiful. I guess this is what happens when an animated series is made for adults. i really love it.

ep 3(Fire Made Flesh)

Why is Roberto in the mansion? Is he there to hang out with jubilee or is he staying there now? Since when is jean a clone? goblit queen is so powerfull. baby is gone. Madelyne is one but i think we'll see her again someday. hi, forge. i hope this is really forge and he can help storm.

ep 4(Motendo/Lifedeath - Part 1)

I want to see more gambit and rogue. and I want to see nightcrawler. not mojo again🤦🏻‍♀. jubilee's powers are cool. storm:(. i hope she can get her Powers back. i love forge. he did something bad but he wants to redeem himself. i hope he can.

ep 5(Remember It)

this Show makes me so happy. kurt is here. genosha is beautiful. mutants live in peace. madelyn is here. and i got gambit rogue and kurt:). I can't feel nostalgic. I just finished the x-men animeted series yesterday but this is so perfect. its just perfection. i love them so much. this Show pays tribute to what the other has done and takes it even further. I can only ask for more episodes, there is nothing else I can ask for(except maybe more gambit and rogue). scott is right. If the x-men were like humans, I think they would start thinking like the old Magneto. The x-men did not think about themselves, they always prioritized others. but in the end they were always hated. I don't understand how they can still do this. How do they hold on, how do they compromise themselves for those who still hate them? Mutants(not the bad ones) deserve great things, but all they get from the world they're trying to save is hatred. and scott is losing his fate in charles vision. he lost his son. his wife was a clone. There's a lot going on for Scott right now. but I hope he can get over this as soon as possible. jean kissed logan! she is confused to she has to remember so that she can be with scott again. and then maybe jean and scott could help eachother get better. i like seeing scott's eyes. scott is right i am not sure jean loves scott anymore. she remembers she loved him but i dont think she feel that way anymore. scott loves madelyn because she was jean and part of her is still jean. idk everything is complicated. it is painful to watch. i just want them all of them to be happy. but there's so much going on right now. I wanted gambit and rogue to be together. They were so beautiful together. But Magneto may be right, I can't be angry with him. But I just wish Rogue and Gambit could be more than friends. too many people are heartbroken rogue, gambit, jean, scott, (me). Did I just see Watcher? after gambit and rogue's talk. i think i did. i wish things were simple. cable is nathan. Why was he there and why did he leave? erik is gone. gambit is dead. they saved rogue. so many mutant died. leech trusted magneto. magneto gave hope to mutants and everything was great, i had hope things were getting better. mutants on genosha were happy. magneto he tried. he tried to save them. he tried to be like Charles. but World just wont let them be this good. he really tried. Would I be too delusional if I hoped that Remy and Erik would return? I need them both back. i cant feel you, this tells everything(reminds me of wanda). I knew it the moment I saw rogue touching gambit. I wish things could have happened differently. i knew I haven't cried this much while reading or watching a story in a long time. This episode really broke me. I'm not in a good mood. The world doesn't deserve X-Men. they never deserved the x-men and will never deserve them. Whatever the x-men do now, they will almost always be right.

ep 6(Lifedeath - Part 2)

lilandra and Charles are good together im happy for them. but i wouldnt mind if they come to earth and save x-men. storm and forge they are cute. but it probably wont last long, i wish it could last. i hope Charles can learn about what erik did. professor xavier, that was smart. yes, storm got her Powers back. Charles is Charles. i love him. his ideals are amazing but they are just ideas. to make them real they suffer they try and they fail over and over again. im glad hes returning to earth but it is too late. and things in spece wont be good when he left. and sinister! sinister killed all those mutants adn remy and erik. i hope he will have a painfull and an awful ending to his story.

ep 7(Bright Eyes)

not a funeral, please he has to come back. hi cap. normally i would say it is nice to see you but right now you're just reminding me how ridiculous mutant hatred is. Yes, there are people who hate superheroes too, but mutant hatred is on another level. And this is ridiculous. rogue is right to be mad. Humans expect mutants to compromise themselves in order to live with them, and they require this. Because humans are afraid of mutants, mutants have to hide their powers and not use them so that people do not feel threatened. Why do mutants follow their rules? because they are good. The "bad ones" don't suppress their power just because people want them to. But when it comes to humans, mutants who live their own nature as they wish are evil. i love kurt and rogues relationship. it feels good to see the X-Men being together and helping each other through all this bad stuff. oppenheimer… now i am become death the destroyers of worlds. trask destroyed all those mutants lifes. i cant say he didnt deserved death but rogue, she let him die. this is not who x-men is, at least WHO they were. she is angry she is grieving she is not in her right mind right now. if she was herself she wouldnt have let him die. i saw the sign for Strak Industries. I wish we could see Tony. In which universe, in which timeline are we right now? Is Tony dead here too? magneto is alive. bastion? i dont know anything about him i guess ill see. scott learned about cable.

ep 8(Tolerance Is Extinction - Part 1)

is madelyne dead? i thought she just get hurt not dead. kurt with swords, I've been waiting for this. Everything is in a very bad state right now, but this visuality and the fights are beautiful. Jean being a mother to cable(seatbelt:) ). wolverine's fight in the skys. yes! summers family. it was so cool. hi peter. but really magneto was right. Charles was just being naive. humans are the wortst. i wish humans and mutants could live together in peace but humans wont let them. mutants deserve better. Charles is back. It wasn't Magneto who started the war. humans wanted this war from the beginning. Mutants and X-Men have been patient, but now it's too much, how much longer should they be patient? It would be really nice if there was peace, but as long as people have this hatred, it seems impossible to make peace. Bastion ignited the war, but whether he started or not, the war would still happen one day. I hope the mutants can win. magneto can win. I think Charles is late. Before the war, they could have tried to implement Charles' ideals, but it was too late. The war has begun and mutants need a leader in the war and that leader must be Magneto.

ep 9(Tolerance Is Extinction - Part 2)

Why is everyone mad at Magneto? I understand humans being angry, it's usual hatred, but why are the x-men so angry? Okay, the order of the world has been disrupted, life has become difficult, the end of the world may even be near, but Magneto saved the mutants. If he had not done this, the mutants would probably have died. I've never been one for villains, I've rarely agreed with them. and this is one of those rare moments. magneto is right. I don't think he is the villain in this story bastion and humans are the bad guys. im glad rogue went with him. charles' ideals are nice to think but its impossible right now. we need magneto. black lether, I completely forgot this scene was coming. x-men are noble they are still trying to do the right thing(according to them). I'm still amazed at how they can endure so much and still try to do good. morph smash:) I wish mutants didn't fight each other. but really i wanted to say shut up to Charles when magneto did. things are bad, really bad. When I started watching '97', I thought I would watch something fun and light. I never thought it would be this dark. Logan should have at least thought once before attacking Magneto with his metal skeleton. He probably won't die, but I think this is an indication that Magneto didn't want to hurt them before. If he wanted to, he would have done this years ago, but he prioritized mutants and didn't want to harm mutants. Now he had to harm the X-Men to save many other mutants. scott confused me, yes the others needed time but why did this happen? Is Jean dead? forge and storm will surive too right?

ep 10(Tolerance Is Extinction - Part 3)

ironman! I wasn't surprised when I saw Ironman with Captain America, but Daredevil caught me off guard. Daredevil is one of my favorite Marvel characters. Is Doctor Strange in surgery?! wakanda! cloak and dagger! this cameos are amazing i hope we can see things like that in live action. I hope mister sinister is gone for good. t'chaka is black panther. Charles destroyed magnus. i hope he can bring him back. bastion is right, humanity would rather die than have kids like mutants. and that why i dont like them. mr. fantastic(morph but still its nice to see him)! humans say we did it. But all they do is bring about the end of the world over and over again. x-men saved the world, magneto saved, mutants saved the world. humans only made it a worse place. wanda and quicksilver off World? where are they? bishop. yes save the x-men. i need season 2 immediatly. x-men scattered through time. They found Nathan. en sabah nur(Apocalypse!!!). At least the series didn't end in a bad place. They defeated Bastion and Sinister. They fell apart, but they're not in a bad situation right now. When is gambit coming back? he has to come back.

this Show is amazing. Characters from MCU and X-Men are in the same universe together. It was very beautiful. I hope we can see more. I can watch so many seasons this way.

[zz0nie]

"Look at me!"

notes; gn!reader reader is literally called "reader" im not a professional dancer i dont know how to write about it sorry ;w; COULD IMPLY TEENY ANGSTY PART!?!?" (OVERALL FLUFF)

800 wrds

She's entrancing you. Every movement, the flutter of her eyes as her legs control the light that has been struggling to catch up with her as she prances her way across the stage. Your mind goes to other places - Furina has been unusually interested in you, why wouldn't she invite Neuvillette instead of you?

You watch the way her chest heaves in excitement and thrill as you applaud her, gaze fixed on you.

"Wasn't that just amazing?" She gawps, hopping off the stage and running up to your seat, pulling your hands into hers. The proximity between the two of you is nothing but a few centimetres. But oh, how the way her eyes are staring into yours intensely. Oh, she's staring. You look away from any part of her face as you realise this, her eye contact with you is going to eat you whole, - you can feel your chest feel empty with nervousness - you feel hot suddenly and you avert your gaze to anywhere but her in a panic, as much as she tries to keep in frame with your eyes, you avoid her.

You close your eyes and smile at her briefly to the best of your current abilities. "It was amazing Furina," your smile widens as you attempt to look at back her, excitement filling up her body, or is it ego? "Maybe you could teach me how to dance like you." You joke around, taking a step back to place some space between you.

"Oh. My." She gasps, "Do you, Y/N really not know how to dance?" She grins, oh how pretty she is. You're cut off from your thoughts however as she pulls you forward to the stage, "Let's go then! This'll be great!" Her steps are quick, causing you to trip on your on feet from where you were stood. Was this a good idea?

Even though you were just extremely close to her, you can't help but feel nervous as she places a hand on your hip and then uses the other to place your hand on her shoulder.

She starts moving her feet to the left, and you clumsily follow - looking down to see where her feet go next. She's slow, and keeps her eyes on you - you can feel her eyes on you, examining you, as you try to copy her. - fixated on something that you refuse to give.

"Why don't you look at me?" She quietly hums as you stare, bewildered from the comment. Your face, red in embarrassment shakes in denial as you continue to look at your feet together.

Time comes to slow the dance and you know what she wants from you, you have seen it all the time. It's time for you to hold her close, and personal like you're cradling her heart. The way you spin with her becomes more fluid, like you're two regions of water mixing. If anything at this point she has full control over where you go and how you step.

"You are avoiding me, reader." She becomes more stern, controlling and like a true archon demanding for a request to be complete. "Look at me, please." She pleads this time, leaning her head to be able to look at you. As much as you turn your head she persists, you're getting dizzier by the second as she controls your movement.

The music in the background comes to be and you have had it with her constancies making you feel guilty. Your heart aches, a stinging feeling that plunges deep into you. She pulls away from you, however still holding onto your hand. This time, you search for her eyes, her smile, anything that screams 'Furina' but you're left with nothing but a solemn expression. Is this how she feels against you? Like a fighting battle, ignoration of beauty from one. How it aches you to see her this way. So instead of letting go, you pull her back, setting her feat off-guard and face perplexed as you dip her to the ground.

Looking Furina in the eyes you sigh, "You make me nervous, Furina." You look away briefly, then back at her with panic in your eyes, "Sorry-"

You are stopped, pulled in by the neck to a passionate kiss, Furina's lips collide against your own, shock spreading throughout your body in realization what is happening. Losing grip on her as your arms become weak, you pull her back up with your last strength - leaving the kiss - clueless on what to do. It was something small, passionate and sweet. Something you'd like to call, "genuine".

For the final time, the music comes to a finale and you bring your eyes towards her own mis-matched ones. Furina is smiling, a genuine smile - the one she only wore around you two alone, - and if you looked close enough you could've sworn you could see a little tear prick the corners of her eyes.

"You finally looked at me."

[toiletwipes]

IM WAITING FOR THE PUNISHMENT, I KNOW ITS ON MY WAY | vampire!wilbur

~3k words / hey hey hey. so ahah. yeah. @l0veb0mb1ng keeps dropping bangers and they have good vampire fics so I couldn't help myself! blame her! anyways. hope yall enjoy!

[You get a little too invested in the murders happening around the city and get introduced to the phrase: fuck around and find out. Wilbur happened to be the person to save you. And he's kind of a vampire. Roll the tapes.]

Nothing makes sense in this fic, I am so sorry but the title is from Custer by Slipknot. I'll do a part 2 <//3

When one pictures their ideal death, it usually involves passing on during their sleep or perhaps something just as kind, maybe old age.

All this to say this is not what you pictured for yourself.

Curled up, in someone else's arms, a half-stranger, cradling your body as the two of you put pressure on the wound in your neck. You can hardly speak, struggling to even breathe, and all you can see is this man, speaking to you and you're hearing none of it. And after considering everything, yes you don't want to die… but dying in his arms seems nice.

A very handsome man, with brown, wispy, curling hair into his eyes as he looked over you, around you as he tried to find anything that could help. There was nothing. And you liked the way his eyes were red, despite knowing why they're red. His smile, you remember, had been the prettiest thing you'd ever have the pleasure to see.

"Wil-" you choke on the blood on your mouth, trying to speak, and his hands shake as they press harder on your neck and he shushes you, every part of him shaking even with the weight of your body in his lap.

"It's okay, you're gonna make it out of here, the ambulance-" and you lift a trembling hand to graze his cheek. It leaves a streak of blood on his cheek by his mouth.

"Smi- le. P-p-... please." And the two of you hear the sirens already, and his eyes flicker between the street and your face. And he chokes on air he doesn't need before flashing a small smile.

"You're going to make it out of here, I swear. You'll make it." He kept repeating it even as you felt the ache, the pain in your neck dull. Before you could realize it, you're being placed on the ground, gently as he could and without the added pressure from him, you gasp and gag on the flowing blood. But it doesn't last long, bright lights show and people slide into your blurring vision.

For better or for worse, you close your eyes and let them deal with it. Sleep tempts you enough to listen.

***

Blinking your eyes awake, you tilt your head to the side to see the monitoring equipment and the IV attached to your arm. You swallow, with an extremely dry throat you notice, and look away. You've always had a weak stomach when it comes to these things. Looking around as much as you could though, there's no one in the room. Your eyes trail to the door with the window and open blinds and people pass by every few seconds. Nobody opens the door.

You sigh, not that you really expected someone but… the last thing, the very last thing you remember, is the smiling face of a truly beautiful man. The thought of it, separated with the choking on your own blood part, still makes you feel warm.

The table beside you has your things on it, your phone and your keys. And a bouquet of flowers sitting in a vase, the prettiest you'd seen. You recognize tulips and carnations but nothing else. Still the white and blue flowers are pretty and thoughtful.

No tag on them to show who the flowers were from. Frowning, you take your phone, groaning for a second as you reach with a weak arm. Leaning back into the bed out of breath, the phone lays on your stomach, the cold screen apparent through the thin sheets.

When you catch your breath, you're quick to unlock the phone, going straight to your call log. There's a missed call from your boss and then there's your aunt in town, but there's one call that makes your eyebrows raise up.

It's a phone number you don't recognize, but checking the text messages, it seems like you did know him. Or, were going to know him. And then it all comes back to you.

Meeting him at night, having information about these strange killings in your part of the city, and then after a week of this, being attacked. Not by him. Something else entirely. And he'd tried his best to call the ambulance, let them know of your location and held tight to make sure you made it till then. At least you think. (And if you think hard enough, you remember part of his name. Will, maybe.)

The last thing you truly do remember is his smile and the warmth it brought you even when touching him made you shiver and the cold ground still sink into your bones, even now in this hospital, you could feel it.

The door opens and a doctor walks in.

He explains you lost a lot of blood, that they managed to get to you in time and that if they were a minute late, you wouldn't have been here. But then he explains that you've got a patch on your neck, that despite losing so much blood, it didn't even need stitches. ("It was… strange.")

When you asked about the flowers, he hums and scratches his beard, "I think I saw a guy deliver them to your room but other than that, I don't know I'm sorry." You mumble your thanks, sinking into your bed before the nurse comes back in and you ask for another blanket.

They let you out after twenty-four hours, and you make it home in time to see… nothing has changed.

Everything was exactly as you left it.

Which also meant the dinner you were in the middle of eating was still there. You grimace, throwing the whole plate away as you move through your apartment. Nothing had been out of place.

Tapping your fingers against your folded arms, you think absently about the wound. About how you asked if he could anything, from that night, and he froze, it was for a split second but he froze. And then he shook his head, stopping and cutting himself off every few words. But it sounded mostly like he couldn't do it. Like it would hurt him. And hey, modern medicine has its wonders, so you're not too upset.

But that night when you go to peel the bandage back after getting completely undressed to shower, your breath is stolen completely. There is hardly a wound, sign that a wound was ever there in the first place. There's two tiny dots, dragged down in a jagged line, but they're mostly scars. Fresh, and still tender when you graze over it with a finger, but still. Scars.

It made you wonder.

Whatever he did, he didn't make you into something like him. That much was obvious. The hospital food had left you hungry for real food, but the food was still things like a sandwich or a box of donuts, things like that. Nothing like whatever made him hungry.

So, scrubbing your skin off of any dirt, you get out, and dry as fast as you can. Throwing on shorts and a hoodie, you sit in the middle of your bed, arms wrapped around your legs as you dialed the phone number to this man.

He doesn't answer. And he doesn't answer the second call, and that's when you leave the voicemail. "Hey, um, Will, is that right? I- it doesn't matter, or it's not that urgent but it matters to me but I need you to call me? Or something because I'm seriously freaking out and something's wrong. Please call me back." You've never felt more pathetic in that moment but what could you afford to lose?

Dignity means nothing to you right now and as you pad to your kitchen to eat, you just knew you needed answers. Leaving your phone on the bed just in case because if he calls, and you know it's a bad time to be petty, you want him to feel just a little desperate like you did. Enough to call you a second time.

And when you come out of the kitchen after eating the leftover soup in the fridge, you see your phone has one missed call. And nothing else. Not even a voicemail.

You wonder if you should call him back when you hear frantic banging on your door. Glancing at your phone one last time, you manage to convince yourself that it couldn't possibly be him. It's way too soon, there's no way he lives close by and when did you ever give him your address?

The frantic banging didn't stop until you slide the lock off the door and opened it, and your mouth gaped open at seeing him. Him.

"I-" you stammer, struggling to form a thought. "I called you like four minutes ago, how-" he waves his hand and stops you from talking again.

"Will you let me in? And show me what's wrong?" His voice pleads with you and you bite down on your lip, chewing as you contemplated it for a second. It is why you called him, after all.

Letting him in, you lock the door behind him and show him to the couch. He doesn't sit but you're too bothered to care about it, you sit with your legs tucked under you.

"I want to start by saying I don't exactly remember everything that night, just that I was supposed to meet you and when I did, I got attacked and I- I almost died."

("Hey, hey, stay with me, you're going to be okay. Y- you're going to make it, just- just listen to my voice okay?" His voice shakes in your memory. And you have to pull all of your strength together to stay focus, even with all the blood leaving and choking and the hot, blinding pain in your neck.)

He doesn't move but you can see the flashes of emotion on his face.

"And- and when I got home and went to take a shower, it's just. Well, look." You stuttered through the beginning, breath catching in your throat as you thought about it and when you pulled the jacket down enough, just to show the scars, he stiffened. "And I wanted to know if you did anything to me- if you tried to heal me, even a little bit-" and he shakes his head, turning away and to the window. He stands by it and yeah, you look at his hands, they're closed and shaking with how hard he's clenching them.

"I told you at the beginning, there are going to be risks, looking into this." And he turns around, face definitely angry and frustrated. He can't cry, and it's not a thing of refusing to, no you can see them building in his eyes and they just won't fall. "If I tried to save you the way I was, you would have rathered me to kill you by now." And he starts pacing.

You look down at the ground, not feeling an ounce of guilt or regret. You know the truth of those murders, first hand. You know what's killing them and that's more than what the public knows. But it almost killed you.

"You have to drop it." He speaks.

And automatically, you refused, "no." You didn't even want to entertain what he wanted you to do.

"Either you stop looking into this or you die. It's as simple as that." He says, moving away from the window and towards you.

"The people need to know they're not safe-"

"-they already know!" He shouts, stopping four steps away from you. He digs his palms into his eyes, "five people have died the same exact way and nobody has been caught. People already know they're not safe. And if you tell them what, a fucking blood-sucking demon is the person behind it, they'll never believe you. And then you'll still get killed just like everyone else." He drops the palms from his hands and then steps closer, and despite being so frustrated and scared, your heart beats harder at being so close to him.

"You almost died already, just please stop." His hands hover over your neck and face, close enough to feel the chill of his cold skin.

"I can't stop. The people who died-" "-they're already dead, there's nothing you can do for them." And he steps away and when you watch him, he releases a breath he doesn't need. He turns away and for a moment, things are quiet.

And thinking real quick, to the moment where he stood so close and stared you in the eye like you staying alive mattered more than the justice these people deserved- you recall the dark irises. Nothing like the red color before.

"You're hungry." You state, and his shoulders tense up. "Why?"

"Trying to lose weight, it doesn't matter. That's not what I'm here for." He refuses to turn around.

"It- I just- there's still one thing that I'm confused about." He doesn't say anything as you stand up, moving closer to him. "I was bleeding out, I was right there. It would've been easy to-"

"To kill you?" He turns around and the both of you freeze at how close the other is, despite him being far more aware of it. And yes, that's what you want to know. He was right there, the same kind of creature that's killing your city's people, holding your bleeding body and you were right there.

"It would've been easy," you say, and his eyes dart to your face. He searches your eyes for something you can't describe.

"It wasn't." He said in the end and then backed up, backs away from you, holding his breath again. "Stop trying to be a hero and lay low for a while." And then he slammed the door on his way out.

***

It's one thing, to be told to stop being a hero, it's another to follow through with the advice. It's not like you wanted to die, far from it. But knowing what you know, you couldn't just let everyone fend for themselves against a feral vampire.

Not to mention, you're not going to listen to someone be cryptic, be the prettiest man you've ever met, and then leave you alone to make stupid decisions.

So right now, you've been following whispers and half-true rumors about this guy. It leads you all the way to this house. Right on the corner and in the middle of a neighborhood. You wonder if that's by choice for a second before wandering inside, quiet as you could with creaking floorboards. Not to mention, the door was already unlocked and swinging in the wind.

Not a good sign.

The inside was in a worse state. Things toppled over, blood splattered every imaginable surface. Bodies littered the floor. It was harder to hold the bile in as you followed the trail of chaos up the stairs, following the noise. As soon as you reach the top of the stairwell, you hear Will's voice and your heart beats a little faster. What the fuck is he doing here? And after a few whispered words, you heard vile things.

Limbs torn, flesh bitten off. Awful stuff and by the time you can even think of moving your feet because was that Will? Did he just die? You see something tossed across the hallway and seconds later, Will walks into your line of sight. He is just covered in blood. It's smeared around his mouth, coating his hands and it's seeping into his clothes. His hair caught some of it but in all honesty, he looked every bit of monster he claimed to be.

And you couldn't feel more relieved to see him.

"Oh thank fucking- you're alive." You feel your shoulders drop and you run up the stairs, just close enough to wrap your arms around his shoulders and press your forehead against his chest, standing on the lower step. You make a point to ignore the blood.

His hands slowly come up to rest on your shoulders, pushing you away enough to give him space. Enough space to tilt your head back to meet his eyes. His eyes are wide, wild and completely red. Brighter than anything.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" His voice drops in pitch and it's almost a growl with the way he speaks so low. And shit, you were supposed to stay low, weren't you?

"I caught wind of the guy being here and I was just-" your words get caught off as you watch him move, his hands dragging blood across skin and clothing, wrapping themselves around your throat in a delicate motion before pushing you against the wall, still on the stairs.

"Yeah, he's dead. Made sure of it." Your eyes, previously focused on his face, dashed to look at the dead body's direction but he clicked his tongue, lifting a finger to nudge your face back towards him. "Eyes on me." And something about him, probably knowing he's a monster, covered in blood, right after killing the man you've been tracking down, makes his gentle touch feel even softer.

He groans, leaning his nose into your hair and inhaling, and he nearly covers you in his body with how close he is. "Can feel your heartbeat under my hands, it beats so fast. Thinking about me?"

And you know your heart beat even faster, knowing he could hear it, feel it. "Are you gonna kill me this time?" You ask, because this is a strangely ill-fitting position to kill someone. Because you want him to be this close because…

"Oh, I don't want to kill you- maybe get a taste of you but," he moans into your hair, a hand leaving to press against the wall beside your head, "no, no. Want you alive. Want you begging, squirming underneath me. Need you. Need you so fucking bad" And then he presses even closer, his hips pressing against yours and you can feel him. Feel him hard and twitching beneath blood-soaked clothes. And by then you couldn't keep your hands off of him, coming up to grip his clothes, bite back your whines as he continues to grind you against the wall.

Then, a moment of clarity, you remember you're in a house full of dead bodies. Probably all monsters.

"Take me home, Will, and you can have me," whatever possessed you to say that, you don't know. But he pulls back and as you're about to head downstairs, he presses a hand against the back of your head, pulling you close to him as he kisses you. Hard with teeth clacking against each other, nipping at your lip before pulling away. Listening to you pant against his mouth.

"Hold on," he whispers against your lips, stealing another kiss before wrapping your arms and legs around him and all you can think as the world blurs around you is how lucky you are you aren't dead. Strange thing to say before you get fucked into the next week by someone who is probably legally dead- after he just slaughtered a house full of monsters- quite the strange thing to say.

But still. You're lucky. You're alive, and you're starting to think you might like this guy.

Strange things indeed.

[kolour-me-kourt]

Chapter Thirteen: Getting my lick back

****2 days later****

She calls him and he answer pretty quickly "yooo?" He sounded confused it had been forever sense they actually spoke. "Um I'm outside your place can you come out? Don't feel force but could you?" "Yeah I'm on my way" he was very serious simply because he heard the sadness in her voice the way it wavered like she had been crying forever and the way her voice cracked he hated that she sounded like that the first time he had heard from her in so long. She was upset at herself for still being this sad she needed clarity from someone other than Jayson. Someone who she knew understood his side of this situation so who better than Melo....

Soon enough he was outside in his shorts that had his name spread across the front some slides and nothing else. She noticed he had updated his tattoos they looked fresh. She unlocked the door "nah come out here" he says to her very sternly So she turns her car off getting out of her car walking around to him still sniffling he looked down in her eyes "so what's wrong?" And as soon as she tried to open her mouth to tell him she lost it completely. Crying he stood there and watched waiting for her to calm down and then he just pulled her close letting her cry into his chest.

He tried to remain hands off because he didn't know where her relationship with Jayson last time he saw them they were happier then ever. "I need you to calm down so you can tell me what's wrong YN try to calm down" she took deep breaths but couldn't get herself together however to kill the suspense she struggled to say the words Jayson cheated on me. Maybe it's because she hadn't said it out loud to any person that wasn't Jayson. That was the important part and through the tears and the heavy breathing Melo heard her.

"Are you fuckin serious?" She nodded her head "and it got you crying like this?" She pulled away due to his disappointment she heard all in his voice. He knew YN up and down backwards and forward but sometimes he truly forget how soft she could be when she opens up so seeing her cry like this over this nigga left him partially confused and partially disappointed cause YN was supposed to be a real nigga when it came to this relationship shit

"I just thought he was different and he cheated with his ex I feel like it's worse than just fucking some random he has feelings for her he loves her or it was to hurt me" "did he tell you that?" "Why else would he cheat with his ex?"Melo sighed because for once he was gonna give Jayson some grace "I hate that I'm even about to say this shit cause I don't wanna take up for him but maybe he was trying to get it out of his system if she was around and he felt that old vibe it's better he do it earlier if he was gonna do it y'all still pretty early.I would hate for you to be married for ten years going through something like this " She sniffles again. "But he had me stop talking to you cause he thought I would fold and then he goes and fucks her and he wasn't even gonna tell me he was just gonna be a dick about it" "yeah it be like that.... But do you want me to keep 100 wit you?" "Always"

" I feel like you should adjust your expectations a little bit " "why? Cause every nigga cheats?" "The type of Niggas you like cheat" he stresses the word you "you would cheat on me?" "YN..." he drifted off "just be honest with me like you always have would you cheat on me?" "Not if you got me in the right time of my life I wouldn't need to cheat but we all still young and it's just so much thrown at us and it gets harder and harder to resist it when it's being offered everywhere " "so men need to cheat? Or basketball players have to cheat?" "YN—" she cuts him off "MELO IM JUST ASKING" "calm down" she sighs becoming frustrated. She wanted Melo to kiss her ass and tell her all the things she wanted to hear .... And if that lined up with the truth cool but if it didn't ... we'll that's this situation. YN lied about wanting honest cause niggas being honest with her had her crying for two days straight. She tried to get herself together she tapped his chest lightly.

"you know what this was a bad idea" she started to walk to her car door" he pulls her back "stop" "no you just basically told me everybody will cheat on me and they need to do it so I'm just supposed to be okay with that? Well I'm not that type of girl" "why did you come over here then? You remembered when I told you that he would cheat and if you wanted to get your lick back come to me? That's why you here" "Lamelo"

"just admit it weather or not you about to go through with it that's why you here.... To give your pussy back it it's rightful owner" she laughed for the first time in two days that was his goal he knows his cockiness always made her laugh "even if that's right Melo I gotta go before I do something stupid" "I respect that.... Uh but don't just call me when he fucks up.... We were friends we are friends don't do that shit no more I Fr missed my friend I know how not to touch you inappropriately or flirt but that's only if you in a relationship but I do miss you " "I won't I promise" "come give daddy a hug" she laughed again going to hug him he kissed the top of her head innocently

" so...you staying with him?" "Should I?" "Only you can make that decision... but let me know what you do" she pulls away "okay I'll text you tonight" she gets in her car "drive safe too don't do anything stupid" "I'm going back home to meet him" "still don't do anything stupid" "okay"

When she got home she found Jayson In there staring at a blank wall. She should've took his key. She bit her lip due to being nervous  "You ready to talk to me?Should I have waited outside for you?" He asks when she walked in. She nods her head "yes and it really doesn't matter at this point " "okay You wanna go first?" "you can say what you have to say first" she noticed she was being aggressive so she tried to stop

"I want you to stay with me and I want us to work through this I'm sorry I betrayed you like that it's never gonna happen again I couldn't imagine seeing you look at me like this again for two days I've been going out of my mind"

"For the past two days I've been wrecking my brain trying to come to some conclusion or find something that'll make me wanna stay with you and I honestly just don't feel like I can love you the same Im not one to give up I don't want to but it won't be the same like I know I keep saying this but it's because it's true " "you right it's never gonna be the same it's gon be better you gon love me more ima make sure of that" "well I have one rule for if we stay together " "okay you get anything you want right now" "me and Melo get to be friends again" he sighed "YN—-" "before you even start him and I were friends before we dabbled ....into the other things im capable of just being friends with him and vice versa" "I'm the one that fucked up not you so .....okay" "okay?" "Yeah what else you want" she stood there really thinking "was she better than me? Did she give you something I can't?"

"It wasn't nothing like that it was a weak moment I'm in love with you I don't just say that to anybody" " I guess that's just hard to believe cause I know you Jayson and you don't do things lightly... you're trying to be honest but In order to do that you have to tell the full truth" "I am in love with you but I honestly don't know if I'll ever truly be over her because all this time I thought I was but when she touched me I folded her and I have always been on and off but when I met you I only wanted to be with you "

"okay now we're getting some where so does that mean anytime she comes around she can have you?" "No not at all next time I see her I won't be alone with her or even talking to her but it does means she's always in my heart" "more than me?" "No" "you sure?" "Hella" "okay I believe you" she really did it's something in the way he spoke "thank you baby" "I'm still gonna need time so .... I'll need space but I'm working on Forgiving you truly but you don't get another chance"I understand that.... So where you coming back from?" "Melos" she said with a stone face "to do what?"

"To get some clarity if anybody else knows about cheating and you cheating it's him.... And he actually kinda helped you out so you might wanna say thank you" "let me say this now so you don't have these expectations even if y'all are friends me and him are not..... the way he thinks he should be with you.... Will never make it okay for me to be homeboy friend" "it's kinda like the same way Ella owns you.... Im a renter... and when you make peace with that we can move alot further"

"so you belong to Melo? Is that what you telling me? This why I didn't want y'all to be friends I'm in love with you that shit hurts to hear you say that " "no at this point I own my body nobody else nothing else does what I was saying is even if I'm not talking to Melo he's in my heart he's somebody I care about he's my friend " "do you love him?" "I love all my friends " "stop playing...." "Did you love Ella?" "At one point but we were in a relationship"

"when you were fucking her did you talk to her like you talk to me?" Her voice cracked getting choked up again. That was one of YN's favorite parts during sex the way he talked to her and handled her it was totally different from how they were in public she loved the duality.

"YN.... The things I do to you are only for you I wish it was a way you can truly know that when I Fucked Ella it was just that quick and to the point I didn't cum I didn't kiss her I didn't talk to her I didn't look in her eyes none of that " she rolls her eyes "sounds lame anywayyyyy  I never loved Melo like a boyfriend it was never on no romantic shit but as far as a person and a friend yeah I love him" "present tense" "yes" "ight"

"do you love Taylor?" Taylor Rooks was another bad bitch one of the prettiest women on the planet and about her business and she knew all about basketballl they could probably talk for hours just about that sport  and they were friends close friends YN never suspected a thing so that was her point "I never fucked Taylor though you can't compare those two friendships together but regardless I already gave you my blessing to talk to the nigga ....just please"

"yeah yeah yeah yeah  I won't do you like you did me" "YN!" "Huh?" "Yn" he said sternly "okay okay that was a low blow I'm sorry" she slightly laugh "why are you laughing" "idk cause it's not funny but like it is" he shook his head "well you'll get your space cause I gotta head home and be with Deuce" "okay thats fine you'll be gone for like a week?" "A little over a week we have an appointment looking at elementary schools" "oh yeah well good luck" "thank you" "his mom will be there?" "Yeah .... My mom will be too" she smiled even though the tears threaten to fall again

"this is why you wanted resolution cause you gotta go" she sniffles while her voice begins to crack "do you want space YN? What do you want tell me cause I'm confused" "I thought I wanted space until you said I'll have it....but it's not about me right now it's about Deuce I'll manage just call ... when you have time?" "Yeah I'll call" "when you leaving?" "I don't have to leave until tomorrow afternoon" "you wanna get your stuff and come here?" "That's what you want me to do?" "Do you wanna spend time with me?" "Yes of course" "then yes thats what I want" "okay ... wanna ride with me to get my suitcases?" "I would love too" he reaches for her hand leading her out of the house.

She wanted desperately for this to work but it was gonna take a lot of work from the both of them. He seemed down for it. But not only did she have to forgive him she had to forgive herself.

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Sunna 7 (stephen strange/reader) (loki/reader)

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Despite the gaping hole in my memory, I'm confident that I've never felt like this much of a burden before. A few days ago I wouldn’t have batted an eyelid at the staircase, but now? Now it’s an impossible mountain to climb.

Most of the world is contained to my room now. 

Wong had mentioned struggling to cleanse the space of mystical markers that had been left behind, but I couldn’t even tell. The power that flowed through me, albeit slight compared to Stephen’s or Wong’s or even this goddamn house? It’s gone. The purple energy that used to flicker around my fingers, forming shapes almost of its own will was gone. I'd tried to call it, but I almost threw up. My body is at odds with my spirit right now and I hate it.

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Stephen brandishes the worm, dropping it into the palm of my hand.

“What the fuck is that?” I ask, trying to ignore the pool of slime it extruded.

“Excuse you, ” said the worm.

The flick of my hand was involuntary, and I fling the worm onto the rug.

Stephen, who had been trying to tell me to be careful, squats down and plucks the worm out of the carpet fibers. “This is the frontier in magical psychology. Its name is Gorron.”

“It’s a worm.”

“It’s a grub, thank you very much, you ungrateful mammal,” the worm had an accent that I couldn’t identify. “You’re lucky I’ve already been paid or I’d march right outta here! Worm? What am I, a nematode?”

Stephen sighs and shoots me an apologetic look. "I know it's strange, but it's actually very good at it's job."

"I'm really sorry, I don't usually do bugs. I'm sorry if I offended you and for... throwing you," I wince. “So… do I just lay back and tell Gorron my problems? Care to summon me a chez lounge?”

“It is much more simple than that. Look, I recognize that this is going to sound really gross, but-”

“Stick ‘im in ya ear, baby, lemme have a look at that mind!” Gorron interrupts.

So stark was the silence after that statement, that I almost decided that I might have a limit when it came to finding a cure. I look from Gorron to Stephen, who nods in confirmation and then back at Gorron whose little mouth had fallen open and was licking his lips. If grubs have lips. “Absolutely not.”

“Look doll, I’ve got a job to do, so open your ears and shut ya mouth, capeesh?”

Stephen snaps his hand shut, muffling the grub’s yells of displeasure. “I’m sorry about him, he doesn’t get out much," he continues, obviously with the intention of Gorron overhearing, "and he hasn't updated the way he speaks to women since the 1950s ap-pa-rent-ly."

I talk over Gorron's slew of deadened swear words. "You're joking, right?" I hear how desperate I sound, but- "In my head? This is a joke? To lift my mood?"

Stephen is right in front of me. Really there is a-step-and-a-half between us. “He’s crass, but if anyone can figure out the next steps, it’s Gor-”

My stomach bottoms out in my gut, a wave of panic hitting me with such force that I literally stagger. “I’m not-”

His free hand steadies me. Stephen says nothing, taking his bottom lip between his teeth, his gaze flitting back and forward between my eyes. I don't understand, what his expression is conveying, concern, and sympathy and pain all together perhaps.

“I can’t,” I want to sound strong, but my voice betrays me, cracking. “I’m sick of this, I’m sick of having shit shoved into my head. I’m sick of it, I’m sick of it. Please.” My breath comes fast and sharp.

“I know,” Stephen eases into the space between us, his empty hand still grasping my upper arm gently, the warmth seeming to loosen the knots in my body. “I know you’re scared. You have every right to be. Does it change anything if I assured you that Gorron can’t hurt you? He can only see what’s going on in there, he can’t change anything.”

My bottom lip wobbles, and Stephen’s gaze shifts to look at it, before snapping up to look me in the eye.

"Would it change anything," Stephen's voice soft, "if I told you that Gorron's basically my shrink?"

"Huh?"

"Do you remember after I found you and we were sitting in my office? And I told you I've been... having trouble sleeping, and you joked about therapy?" He pauses for confirmation. "Well, Gorron's my therapist. Wong makes me see him."

Excluding fighting lessons, Stephen and I are never this close, but lately I appreciate his sparing touch. There is something inviting about him when he isn’t trying to hit me, something comforting. I guess this is his job. I've seen him behave similarly for the people that seek out his help. “Does it hurt?”

A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, “not at all, it can be a little uncomfortable, but it doesn’t hurt, no. After your injury you might be a little sensitive though.” Glancing around the room, Stephen adds, “I’m right here, you know. Right by your side, I won’t leave you. You are always safe with me.”

His gray eyes hold no hint of a lie.

I nod. “This is coercion though.”

“I know.”

“And if it goes wrong, I’m holding you accountable.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

Stephen opens his hand. Gorron, who had spent the last few moments remarkably silent, opens his eyes in mock surprise. “Glad to see you haven’t forgotten about me! I have a waiting list ya know, I could be getting ignored by far more important people than the pair of you!”

Stephen grasps the grub by its tail.

“Do you trust me?”

“I guess. Yes. I do.”

His gloved hand lightly grasps my cheek, tilting my head, my right ear skyward, before dropping Gorron right into the shell of my ear. Gorron's rolling and wriggling sent a shiver through me. There was a little resistance, culminating in a wet plop, and then he was inside. There’s a grub in my brain, there’s a grub in my brain, there’s a grub in my- I shudder. I feel bad about thinking it's gross, Gorron's a sentient being after all, but I don't do bugs.

Stephen tilts my head back to my midline and then removes his hand from my cheek. I feel its absence keenly.

“Wow, Strange, ya weren’t wrong, something’s destroyed it in here,” Gorron’s voice is too loud and it vibrates in my skull.

I swear, instinctually jerking 'away' from the sound and I feel Gorron brush up against something, strings that bring the spots back to my vision. I grasp Stephen’s hands.

“Wow, talk about a household in denial,” Gorron mutters, quiet enough that I wasn’t sure Stephen could hear, but I was too dizzy to ask what he meant. “And your powers have gone too. That’s a knock to the balls for sure.”

“Can you give us any insight?” Stephen asked.

“Yes, but you’re not gonna like it.”

“Out with it.”

“Firstly - lass, gotta commend ya on having the cleanest brain ever. Not a single mind mite to be found. I have literally never seen that before. Secondly - whatever Loki did, it broke that enchantment that you were under.”

“That enchantment ?” Stephen and I say in unified confusion. There is a yellow and green blob floating between us and it makes the sorcerer look like he's got a bad case of jaundice.

“You heard me. I’d ask if you knew who put you under their spell, but I can see you don’t remember at all. Hey, have you considered renting this space? I know a few parasites that could use a place to live.”

“Gorron.” It was Stephen's last warning.

“Non-lethal of course.”

“Wind it back up a sec,” I demand, “what do you mean Loki broke the enchantment? What enchantment?”

I can feel Gorron squeeze it's body through some tight spot and the spots in my vision cleared.

“Has she always been this slow?”

“Mind your manners, Gorron. I know some bugs that lay their eggs in live prey,” Stephen threatened.

“Jeez, it was only a joke, man. Learn to take a joke. Hmm…” inside my brain, Gorron trailed off. “Your oldest memory is meeting Strange… because that was the day the enchantment was created. It’s got a magical signature that I don’t recognize, but boy did they hide it well.” 

“And my memories, my life before that?”

“My best guess is that whoever put this enchantment in place didn’t account for Loki going for a trip through ya head, and it broke the enchantment differently to the way it was supposed to be broken, it severed your mind. Separated the before-the-enchantment from the after-the-enchantment. Your memories from before then might still be here, but as a result of the spell or the unorthodox way in which it was broken, yeah, I wouldn’t know how to find them. The block on it can only be reversed by the creator. I’d say your best shot would be to find them.”

“Wait, so our best chance of finding out who put the block in place is to find out who put the block in place?”

Gorron sighs like I'm wasting its time, “yes. That’s what I said. Look, if there’s no mites in here, you’re gonna have to tip me, Strange, I didn’t come all the way out here for nothing.”

“For nothing. My whole brain has imploded and it’s nothing to you,” I whisper, my cheeks tight from my uncomfortable smile, before falling into a stunned silence. Everything feel so far away.

“Gorron, what can we do to figure this out?” Asks Stephen.

There's a whoosh, and I feel the grub slide out of my ear, the opposite ear to the one it had entered. “Seems to me, your next step would be finding someone who knows memory magic like the back of their hand and get them to have a look. See if they can recognize the signature. Maybe even see if they can locate where her memories have been hidden in there. Once you know that, I’d go and ask-” Gorron almost fell, but Stephen catches it, “thanks doc. Anyway, figure out who put the enchantment in place and get them to remove it. Easy as pie.”

Without missing a beat, Stephen crushes Gorron in his hand. The sound had a surprising crunch, like the grub had more bones than expected. I gape at the sorcerer.

“Sorry,” he opens his hand to reveal that it is empty empty, no fluids or bug guts in sight, “I was getting really sick of him, and the only way to send him home is to 'kill' him. He’s fine, I’ll see him later about his tip. How are you? That’s a lot to process.”

“If I wasn’t so overwhelmed, I’d probably be angry. Yeah. Probably angry.” I look down to find that Stephen is still holding one of my hands. I recount what we have learned, “so there’s a block on my memories, created the day I met you, probably not by you, because then Gorron would’ve recognized the signature? Correct?”

Stephen nod.

“And the only way to find out who it is that cursed me, is to let someone else have a look? I'm assuming it's a very similar type of magic to what Loki did to me.”

He nods again.

“Even though the last time someone did that it gave me the magical equivalent of a severe concussion?”

One final nod.

My heart pounds. “That voice- from my dream told me what a disappointment I was. I don’t even know who I’m letting down. And my powers are gone, and yeah they weren’t big and dramatic but they were mine. They belong to me, it’s like I’ve had a limb sawn off and I can’t even walk up the fucking stairs without my body giving up on me so I’m just trapped in this room. Is this my life now? Someone just put a spell on me one day and for what? I’m not important, I’m not powerful. Whoever did it must have had a reason but I have no idea who- or what? Except it’s got something to do with you? It must do, or maybe it’s just a coincidence that we met that day, I don’t know.” I'm spiralling.

Stephen doesn't say anything, just squeezes my hand tighter and like a toddler having a tantrum, I try to wrench it from his grasp, but he has a stronger grip than I’d anticipated. I poke a finger into his chest, but he doesn’t flinch.

“And you! You have the nerve to stand there, all sympathetic and concerned, ‘cause I’m just another pathetic-”

“You’re not pathetic-”

“Maybe I’m not, but who’s to say because I don’t know who I am! I couldn’t tell you my favorite food! I don’t know who I am and I feel so stupid. I’m barely a person.” Tears well up in my eyes and I hate them. I try to brush them away, but Stephen still wouldn’t relinquish the hand he held. He was swimming in my vision, and I was glad because then I didn’t have to look him in the eye as he beheld my tears. I’d never cried in front of him before. 

It was the second time he had ever embraced me. The first time even through the wave of nausea and the bright lights, I could feel his relief that I was safe, but this time? Stephen pulls me in, his arms wrapping around me, no relief, only release as I bury my eyes in his shirt and sob. He doesn’t say a thing. Doesn’t move, just holds me, one arm around the small of my back rubs small circles and the other grasps my shoulder firmly. I can feel the ridges and stitching of his glove through the fabric of my shirt.

After a while, I couldn’t tell you how long, I manage to stop crying, taking deep breaths to get myself together. He smells like earl grey tea and lemons.

“You are a person,” said Stephen, finally breaking the silence. His low voice rumbles through his chest. “Look, I’m not the most open person in the world, but,” he takes a deep breath, “I… care about you. You're not stupid and you are certainly not pathetic. I promise we will get to the bottom of this, but until you get everything you’ve lost back, you’re still a person. You're no burden to me.”

My arms are around his neck, our bodies pressed together. “I’m scared.”

"I know."

"I'm scared I'm going to be like this forever."

“I know,” his lips skim my temple, and goosebumps raise down my limbs. “I felt the same way when my hands were crushed. But we have no evidence to suggest you won't make a full recovery. And worse case scenario, we’re going to figure this out. Do you believe me?” His breath is warm on my skin.

"I believe you.

The air is charged, the question is charged, and Stephen holding me is the only thing keeping me together. I get the distinct impression that I should feel embarrassed, humiliated for sobbing in front of Stephen, as though a proper lady might have done it more demurely. I don't though. I like it. I like how caring and attentive he has been since I was injured.

"What do you need? What can I do for you?"

I glance around my room. It seems especially small with another person in it. The green wallpaper is still bright and the iron bed below it is a mess. The room itself is mercifully, not too messy. The curtains are mostly drawn now, blocking out the harsh light of the sun, and leaving only a thick stripe that cuts the room into unequal halves. The room itself is cozy, but after all the time spent in it the last few days, and what had happened there, it's suffocating me. 

"Take me somewhere else. I need to get out of this house."

Stephen clears his throat, and created a portal. Through the golden circle is the stark night. The chill from the cold air radiates through, prickling my skin. We manage to detangle.

The wind is mild and the sky clear. I have no memory of the world so dark. Back in the city the night is never dark, polluted with bright lights and fluorescence and color. But here, the sky is a sheet of black, with hundreds, no, hundreds of thousands of stars of every hue. The world is so quiet and there are no tell tale signs of humanity around. All this space and only the two of us.

"Where…?"

"New Zealand." His robes had shifted into casual wear. That grey sweater again. Stephen stores his hands in his pockets. "Aptly named by the European settlers as the South Island, due to the fact that it is the Southern Island."

"They sound creative." When the portal went, so did all of the light and my eyes tale a moment to adjust. "It's beautiful."

"It is. And it will only get better."

I look at him surprised, eyebrows raised though he probably can't see it in the darkness. The tracks my tears have left behind feel particularly cold in the icy air.

“From a scientific point of view, auroras are the result of charged solar wind particles caught in Earth’s magnetic field. These particles ionize oxygen and nitrogen molecules in the upper atmosphere, a chemical reaction creating light. The indigenous people of this land saw auroras as the campfires of their ancestors.”

“Are they? The campfires of their ancestors?”

Stephen stands at my side, and passes me the sweatshirt that had been hanging on the end of my bed. “Yeah, they are. And if I’ve timed correctly, they should be just about to…” He trails off.

Nothing happens. There is only blackness around us.

Stephen chuckles, “that would’ve been really impressive. This area has been having an increase rate of solar storms-”

The dull cloud twists into a ribbon of white which begin to curl across the sky. Then it's yellow. Red, green, blue - a nebulous glowing arc ornamenting the sky and I look on in awe. The lights of New York had been overstimulating, but this is- "beautiful."

“Yes.”

The dam inside me breaks and energy floods me. Even being out in the fresh air had invigorated my soul a little and I take off marching towards the slab of rock on the edge of the cliff. I dig my fingers into the top and hauling myself up.

"Jesus Christ, be careful!" Stephen's at my side in half-a-second, clamoring up to stand at my side.

"You're worse than Wong," I complain.

"At least sit ," Stephen's hands find my shoulders and gently push.

I groan but comply, letting my legs dangle off of the edge. He joins me. I could see our breath in the air, and pull my sweatshirt tighter around my shoulders.

"What made you want to be a doctor?" I ask finally, breaking the prolonged silence.

"Do you want the PR answer or the truth?"

"Either."

"Well," Stephen runs his fingers through his hair and I wonder what it feels like, "what I used to tell people was that I wanted to help. We are the world type of bull," he laughs and it cuts through the cold, warming my chest. "But the truth is that I wanted to be the best at something with a lot of status."

Stephen digs through his pocket and pull out a chocolate bar. He hands it to me and I snap it in half, letting him choose which piece he prefered.

"Well, I've been thinking about why I must have chosen anthropology to dedicate myself to. I have three possible answers."

"And they are?"

I chew my chocolate thoroughly. "One, knowing how big of a motivator spite is for me, someone probably told me I couldn't do it."

Stephen laughs again, "sounds about right."

"Two, it's just so damn interesting! I was reading through my doctorate thesis and I seemed really passionate about how teeth could tell you so much about someone's social status.” Cupping my hands I blow warm air into them. My knuckles are bright red. "Three, and probably the most boring of all the answers, maybe it was related to my powers. I didn't really ever figure out the origin, maybe I thought it would be linked to something else, something bigger."

"Well, it's looking more and more like you are a part of something bigger."

"Now that I know what 'bigger' entails, maybe I should have wished for a more simple life." I finish my half of the bar and suck the last of the melted chocolate off of my fingers. The aurora crackles around us like radio static. “The way the light flows… It reminds me of the incense that Wong burns. You know the stuff, lotus and patchouli.”

I look at Stephen, his face bathed in colored light. “I know exactly the one. Gives me headaches, but he still insists on it.”

“That’s because it gets you out of his hair once in a while.”

“I suppose, yeah. It does.” Then he adds, "metaphorical hair."

It's nice to laugh with him. “Why did you choose-? I mean, I said I needed to get out of the house, why was New Zealand the first place you thought of?” I shiver, my sweatshirt is not holding up against the winter breeze, I twist my hands in my lap trying to increase the friction.

“Ah, I don’t know,” his eyes levelled against my gaze, the grey taking on the colors passing overhead. It's mesmerizing. “Just popped into my head, I guess.” His voice gets quieter and quieter and I have to lean in to hear him.

There's a magnetic pull between us. Something strong have sucked us into its current, it wasn’t just this moment, it's everything, it's the universe deciding our fate and pushing us together. Everything since we had met had just felt so right, like we were made for each other.

“Aren’t you cold?” I whisper. “I’m freezing.”

For the moment he looks so relaxed. He's only inches away from me now, and his hand covers mine, his warmth permeating through the yellow leather, and I look from his eyes to his mouth, pink lips from the cold slightly parted and bordered with his dark beard. “Stephen?” I couldn’t get my voice to work properly, my breathing had gotten shallow, heart clanging in my chest.

My eyes flutter shut, as he comes close enough that his nose brushes against my cheek, and he murmurs something I can’t make out, cut off when I press my mouth to his.

Stephen tasted like the chocolate we had shared and for a moment everything in this dark world, with its vibrant skies slowed, until he kisses me back, energy flowing through us at the places where we connected, his hand gripping the back of my neck to deepen the kiss, his tongue running over my bottom lip.

He's gone.

I've lost my breath.

Twisting around, I find Stephen standing behind me. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, I was just- trying-”

Heat floods my cheeks and for once I'm at a loss for words.

A portal opens to my room and I flinch at the sudden piercing light.

“I should go,” Stephen hurries into my room, disappearing into the hall.

In his haste, he left the door wide open.

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Dan Heng x Depressed Reader

self-Indulgent idk what im doing bro. first fanfic ever??

not proofread!! 1.4k words

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The day you had begun as it usually does. Being woken up by your cat at 6 in the morning, even though you had gone to bed at 3 am. You should have learned your lesson by now. Why do you still choose to go to bed so late, knowing damn well your cat would wake you up with the sun. 

It was hopeless trying to go back to sleep after getting up to feed the cat, so it might as well be productive right?

Your idea of productivity was different from others. For most people that meant maybe checking their email or cleaning up a little. For you though, it meant feeding yourself and taking your medication. Things most people don't think twice about, but the hardest part of your day. Your boyfriend knew this. He usually got up around 6, not because of the cat. He’s always been a productive and curious man. He gets up early and takes care of himself without any issues. That's not to say that he doesn't have his problems, but even he can admit that he doesn't have it nearly as difficult as you do. 

You get up and don’t even bother getting dressed, it was impressive enough that you even got up in the first place. It’s just another extra chore. You’re not going anywhere today anyway. The only thing you have today is online, and surely your psychiatrist won’t be able to tell you don't have pants on while on the video call. 

You make your way downstairs and on arrival, your lovely boyfriend, Dan Heng, greets you with a gentle smile, as he does every morning. 

“Good morning, darling.” He looks at your exhausted expression, a little worried that you look so worn out despite having just woken up. But he knows how awful your sleep schedule is. You honestly don't know why he still even wastes his worries on you.

“Good morning.” You reply.

You make your way across the living you into the kitchen. The medication you take requires food before you can take it. Supposedly you'd get sick if you missed this vital step, but you have never risked it. The last thing you wanted was to puke all your expensive medication down the toilet. Unfortunately though, you never really found anything appetizing, not ever. 

“I made you a breakfast taco, it should be in the fridge.” Dan Heng's voice startled you.

“Oh, okay… Thanks.” You make your way over to the refrigerator.

Dan Heng watches you. He watches through concerned eyes. It makes him sad that you always seem to wake up feeling absolutely nothing. No motivation or anything. And it's not like your sad or anything like that. It just hurts his hurt seeing you suffer. 

Ever since you first met him you've been very open to him about your depression, but once he moved in with you it's been more apparent. It's just not fair. It's not fair that a beautiful and kind-hearted individual such as yourself struggled so fiercely to function. You never had energy, you were always tired and your body constantly ached. 

He watches you take your pills every morning. This has got to be the fifth anti-depressant you've tried and it makes his heart ache to see you get absolutely no relief. It's like you're immune to everything you try. All he can do is be here for you, but he wishes so deeply that he could do more.

You slowly eat your breakfast and take your pills, standing in the kitchen for about 5 extra minutes just to stare at the remaining water in your glass. When you were little you used to always drink chocolate milk with your breakfast. That was too much effort now. You zone out, staring at your water, thinking about how much things have changed.

Your mother used to call you a “ray of sunshine”, her “sweet baby”. You never lost that kindness from your mother but it seems you certainly lost yourself. These are things that only Dan Heng can see in you now though. And no matter how hard you tried you could never see it in yourself. If it was the middle of the night and the sun wasn’t awake to mock you, this certainly is something that would make you tear up. But you physically couldn't cry right now. 

Your thoughts are interrupted by your boyfriend's arms wrapping around your waist.

“You okay?” He asks, chin pressing against your shoulder as he speaks. 

“Yeah.” You reply. Which is the truth. Nothing is ever exactly wrong, it's just never right. This is just how things always are. The cause of your depression was a chemical imbalance, there was nothing that could be fixed. So overall you’d say you’re pretty okay.

“Are you sure?” He lets out a breathy laugh. “You’ve been staring at that water for quite a while.”

You give him a soft smile. It’s not often your serious boyfriend lets out a laugh, but it seems even he knows the power his joy has over you. Coming over here and letting out a laugh into your ear, it’s enough to help you push forward for today.

You turn around, now facing Dan Heng, his hands now resting on your hips while you lean against the counter. Before you started dating him you would never have guessed how important physical touch was for him, he had always been so distant, wanting nothing more than to lock himself in another room and isolate himself for hours. 

Dan Heng certainly preferred to be alone, but ever since he met you he realized her much more enjoys being alone with you. Moments like this, when the world is still and it’s just the two of you, with some peace and quiet. That’s what he lives for. 

You were tempted to speak but then Dan Heng let out a sigh and rested his head on your shoulder. You let your concern show by moving your hand to his back, but you knew that if he wanted to talk he would. Perhaps right now all he needed was some quiet.

After a minute or two of silently rubbing Dan Heng’s back, he spoke. “You know you can talk to me right?”

You have nothing to talk about.

“I love you, I would love to listen, I would love to support you.”

“You’re already my biggest supporter.” You let out a giggle, hoping it would soften the mood a little more. 

“I want to help.” He’s more serious than ever.

“You do help, baby. More than you’ll ever know.” Your comforting words also help to comfort you. It was true. Even before you started dating Dan Heng had been your best friend and biggest supporter. Honestly, without him, you don’t even know if you’d still be here. But you don’t tell him that. He doesn’t need to know that you ever think of not being here. 

He stands straight up again to brush his hand across your cheek and that's when you can see it. His tears. There aren't many but he is without a doubt crying.

“Hey, what's wrong?” You ask him, no longer leaning against to counter, hands cupping his face, deep concern wavering in your voice.

“Y/N, you’re the most loving, kind, most perfect soul I’ve ever met, so why is the world doing you so wrong? You deserve to wake up every day full of excitement, full of energy, ready to take on the day. You deserve to smile, to laugh, genuine ones. Genuine smiles and genuine laughs.” Your eyes start to water, you continue to hold onto his face as tears roll down his cheeks and onto your fingers. “You deserve to be happy, Y/N. It’s not fair. You do so much good for so many people, for me. You make me smile, you make me happy, you make me feel alive. I don’t feel like I need to run anymore because I have you. So why must the world put you through so much pain?”

You had never seen him like this. 

“Shhhh…” you hush him and he looks at you, no longer breaking eye contact to speak. “I’m happier than I’ve ever been because of you Dan Heng,” you promise him. “I finally feel loved.”

After a moment of looking at you, he kisses you. Its soft and warm, a kiss to tell you that he’s not going anywhere and that he’ll be with you forever. 

With him… you’ll get through this.

[izzy-b-hands]

Feeling slightly better than i have been at this moment (hence being on Tumblr for more than a half second before my body goes 'hm, actually, that's too much. put the phone down or i make u throw up 🥰' as it has been all week since this back pain bullshit began

(more blathering abt this stuff and work and just. general life update as of this week below the cut)

But realised that's probably only bc:

-Housemate (who has been an absolute angel thru all of this and has looked after me better than my own mother ever has tbh), got me some Pedialyte style drinks, and I've made it thru nearly all of one today (a miracle bc the nausea has otherwise been constant even when the pain isn't as bad and has made eating more than like. broth and saltines and gummy edibles basically impossible)

-Im stoned, on a increasing rotation of meds (acetaminophen, ibuprofen, mucinex which it turns out has potential off label use for muscle spasms, as Housemate researched and found out, edibles, magnesium, and now ginger pills to help the nausea) all of which im grateful for but combined leave me feeling less in pain but a bit. idk. blah? brain foggy, more than usual? Tbh it's probably the pain making the brain fog, the pills just can't do anything for that and i don't fault them for that, but for a brain fog example, I've been trying to place an order for some local chocolates to ship to my mum for mother's day, and legit it's taken me ALL WEEK just to get the site open, to the shipping menu, and just today actually putting things in the cart, but I haven't managed to check out yet bc just getting the cart together that made me feel like i needed a nap. This post is the longest thing I've typed in days, and I'm struggling rn to keep going..But i started it, so we're finishing it, back spasm at a level 4 of pain be damned

-and im doing basically nothing aside from stretches (gentle yoga ones i already know the forms for, and some pilates gentle type things i remember from when mum joined that fad lol), using one of our wand vibes on my back (never had done before, they actually do work for that too! kinda fun to find out, just wish i hadn't found out like this!!), laying on a heating pad and wedge pillow, and trying to nap (bc the pain is worse at night so I've somehow been sleeping even worse than i usually tend to)while YT videos and/or the 1973 JCS plays on repeat.

I mention all this bc i work this weekend, and i don't want to have to call out for the first shift tonight. but like. if im struggling just to type this post up (nvm that i have my zine checkin to finish and send in as well, if Nads or anyone else from the group reads this pls know i will make sure i have it done by the due date! it's just been taking. longer, with this back pain mess), keeping my brain on track is difficult rn (as evidenced by...this entire post), and my back is starting to twinge up to a 3-4 overall already bc i let the heating pad turn off, thinking that maybe, just maybe, if I'm feeling okay enough to be on Tumblr then maybe that's a sign this is finally over, and my back is done making life miserable...

then maybe work isn't a great idea. but it scares me every time i have to call in (and I've tried not to unless i absolutely had to, but they're very particular abt ppl basically never calling out, so i know that even if they acknowledged i sounded as sick as i was, that doesn't mean this wouldn't be reason enough to fire me)

I just don't know what to do. i want to work. i want to make money. i also don't want to have to mute my mic bc my back spasms hard enough to make me vomit tho, and that's unfortunately still a very real possibility (spent entirely too much of this week throwing up from the pain tbh!!! not happy abt it, i do not like being sick like that, for any reason!!) The last reason makes me think calling out is the right thing. but. i have a few hours yet, so im gonna see how it goes, acknowledging that i probably do need to call out, whether i like it or not

(if for nothing else, to maybe be recovered for my first set of doubles on Sunday)

[x-stephanie-sinnz-x]

Sneaky young guy sex

  Awhile back my nephew and a friend of his came by the house.

Well...he's actually my cousin but he is so young, around 19 years old, and im 37, I call him my nephew.

Anyway, my husband agreed to install a licenses plate light for him due to him getting a traffic ticket.

That day he brought a friend with him around the same age.

While my husband, my nephew and his friend where in the garage, I spent the time inside our gaming room on the ps5.

   I was simply in a oversized t-shirt and panties.

Our gaming room is near the guest bathroom and apparently when my nephew's friend went to the bathroom, he seen me.

As I was sitting there with my gaming head phones on , I was surprised by someone who I thought was my husband the time, reach into my shirt and started fondling my little tits.

As I tried to stay focused on my game his hand traveled under my panties and was rubbing my clitoris and fingering me.

I quickly burst Into an orgasm and turned to kiss what I thought was my husband and it ended up to be my nephew's little friend.

We made out for a minute or two while he felt me up.

Later my husband finished the job and they had left.

Nothing became of that, until a couple of days later.

I started receiving text messages from some guy names Joey.

Apparently it was my nephew's friend. He got my phone number from my nephew, and wanted more.

Despite me trying to ignore him and blow him off, he was very persistent and was telling me how he enjoyed what had happened.

I honestly didn't pay it any mind, up until he told me how rock hard I made him, and how after he was smelling his fingers all day , and he couldn't help but jack off.

That made me incredibly wet, and I decided to respond.

We text back and forth throughout the week, and when my boss gave me Friday off, we decided I'd go to his house.

He said he lived with his parents but they weren’t home at the time.

When I arrived, he greeted me at the door and he lead me upstairs to his room. His room was typical for a young teenager. We entered and he pushed me onto his bed and started pulling my clothes off. I was naked within a few seconds. He went to town eating my ass and fingering my pussy. A few minutes in and he pulled out a condom and put it on his bulging cock. I said to him “I'm an older married woman on birth control and he doesn't need one, don't you want to fuck me raw?" He said no, he wants to cum into the condom and me to eat it after.

I happily agreed. Seconds later he had flipped me over and pushed his cock in my pussy. It was big. Really big, especiallyfor his age. Like 8 inches and super thick. I couldn’t help but moan out loudly. He grabbed me by the hair and told me if I’m loud again he’ll choke me out. “Sorry” I whimpered. “Good” he said.

He continued to rail my cunt while I struggled to keep the moans in. His grunts were so hot I could barely hold it together. A few minutes more of rough fucking and he’s squeezing my tits and telling me he was going to cum. He couldn’t hold on and ended up filling the condom. At the same time I was orgasming, he heard his parents knock on his door. They were home early.

He shoved me under the blankets, still shaking and trembling while he answered the door. They spoke for what felt like 5 minutes but eventually left. He pulled the covers back and started again in missionary. Pounding my cunt while he pulled the condom off. He opened my mouth and started feeding me his cum. It was so hot. I ate all his cum and he stuffed the condom in my mouth while he finished a second time inside me.

I laid there shaking with a condom in my mouth. He quickly dressed and helped me get dressed before he kicked me out. His parents were on the other side of the house so I got out unnoticed.

As I was leaving he told me that he’ll be seeing me again.

My husband was surprised to see me home early, and was in for a treat.

Stephanie Sinnz 💋

[nailsoftheheart]

Worlds longest sigh of the deepest sadness

Im in love with a married man. He has never done anything with me but hug me and love me. I wrote all about him, how I don't think he'll tell his wife about me and how I kissed a old guy behind his back all here on tumblr. He found my tumblr and read everything. Imagine the things you can barley admit to yourself, your secrets all being revealed. I got upset and deleted everything I ever wrote about him. Like tearing pages out of my diary. It feels wrong, but most of it came from a place of pain. So today I want to write from a place of love about my best friend.

In January he called me on my birthday, I saw Lady bugs and flowers outside while I listened to his voice. He lived out of state so i thought it was a great way to feel connected. He kept calling me, he would call me from work all the time and I fell for him hearing him interact with life. I imagined him existing as I would easedrop on his world. The way he lit a fire in my heart. Being goofy, singing and sighing. His down to earth genuine personality and his radical mind. I never fell so hard so fast. And I told him, I told him I have a crush on you and a little while later, I had told him I love him. Because if I didn't, I wouldn't want to live. Because if I died he wouldn't know. Because my heart cries tears for a love wasted within. Yeah, he loves me too. And the months go by and I fall harder, I imagine if things were different I purpose he please ask his wife if he can date and practically end up begging all the time. I put a lot of pressure on him I know. And one day I talked to him all day, for 7 hours. I cried on the phone and asked him where had he been? Why was I going through life without him before. I missed him sooo fucking bad before I even knew it was him I needed. My best friend.

He moved back to CA in June and I've seen him 3 times. When I tell you I've never felt such high highs from a love buzz, but the after affect of the lows when I can't see him hurts bad. He has a lot to figure out, to be fair so do I. He makes me feel like I can do the things I want to do. He makes me feel brave. He inspires me endlessly. He makes me feel beautiful in a way I've never felt before, the way he loves things about me I don't. And he's cool. Like not cool guy show off cool, but really deep cool, someone who is real and understanding and doesn't chase clout or go with the crowd. He's an individual who cares for people and their struggles. He's lowkey my hero but right now he wouldn't understand. He asked to not see me. I'm not supposed to see him for over a month. That thought hurt so bad before but what hurts more is that after reading all my negative bs on tumblr he doesn't understand the way I actually see him and that's a fucking shame and there's no one to blame but myself.

I want to be mad, I want to feel I was disrespected but it's not how I feel. I feel just lost like I have for a long time. He anchors me to some kind real feeling. He brought my heart back to life after being so numb for so long. I could go on about the reasons I love him, that he tried with me, he gave me a place to be safe and be myself. He supports me and loves me in a way I only dreamed of. Even now, even finding out I kissed someone else, even when I hurt him so bad he stayed and was there for me. I can't fucking lose him. I may of said I want to detach but only in an effort to hide my vulnerability because that boy has my whole ass heart and he can destroy me. I pray he never does. And now I've ruptured the most beautiful relationship, my best friend I'm so deeply in love with I've nothing to do but admit I'm at fault and try to not feel the knee jerk reaction to pull back. I want to keep loving him. I want to see him in one month, I want to get my license and drive to see him and get lunch. I want to be his best friend. If I can't be his girl, I want to be his biggest supporter. I want to meet his family. I want to know his whole life. I want to be his lover and live in his skin. But just getting to talk to him everyday is enough to make me want to still live.

[xanderposts420]

I know you will never see this, but it hurts. I don't know what to do. I'm not avoiding you, you just want to act like we never broke up and I'm getting comfortable again. You don't care, I know this. Maybe you do but not for the right things. I gave it my all and literally put you above anything else. You liked it. So I know you don't care, you think we will get back together. I want to. So so bad, I want to. You knew how I felt, both of you lied, then find out more. It hurt. I changed myself so much for you even knowing you would hurt me again. Yet I chose to get high so I couldn't see it when it was happening. You blame me for your problems now, I never blamed you for one that you caused. So it's karma I guess? Even your own mom caught you. You continued to do it. Then act surprised when I got the sceeenshot. You are your own reason this is happening. It hurts me because I want nothing but to make things easy and I just wanted you happy. I cut off anything that ment I had a way out sooner. You knew that. Now you find it funny to watch as I struggle to remake myself and I've noticed you like making things harder. I won't block you though. I can't. We both know that no matter how much it hurts I will still try. You are all I know right now. Are you happy? Is this what you wanted? Did you get it? Did you actually love me or love the attention you got from me, it's the thing I will never know. I want to talk about it. But you don't. I just want to know why you do this. You know it hurts you sat there telling me you didn't know why it hurts when I was crying a day later on call. You know. You know what you do because we have been here before. I didn't break up with you when you did that with your supposed-to-be buddy's girlfriend. I should have, but I didn't. I tried to make it work. Like always. I tried. When it's good it's good, then it's bad and you make me think im over reacting and I won't lie now I can't tell what was wrong with our relationship. Yeah you hurt me in a lot of ways. I think I like the idea of what we could have been. Because I forgive you just im scared to do anything because I know your texting someone. Yet you still act so caring and say your waiting. You cheated 7 times. What is to stop you from anything now? Obviously not if they are taken and obviously not if they are your cousin.