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anemptypuddingcup · 1 year

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Insomnia.

Smiley can’t sleep and he wants you to help knock him out.

🌸Minors/ Ageless please don’t interact with this one.🌸

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This fic contains// Needy!Smiley. Smiley wanted your touch very badly. So soft and fluffy yet smutty. Oral (Male and Fem receiving) that’s it. Really just a test to see how good I am at writing oral sex. Jesus help me, I got so nervous while writing this. I don’t usually give vivid descriptions of sucking dick- I don’t think anyone does😀

Nahoya uncomfortably shifts in your shared bed while you lay there dozing off on your pillow. He sits up and turns to you, earning your attention. “Yes Hoya?” You called out, feeling him shift in the bed. He turned away, his smirk twitching slightly. “Nothin’” He sighed, beginning to lay back down. You open your eyes to peek at him, and you could tell that he felt a little uneasy just by looking at his face.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” You asked, sitting up from your pillow. Nahoya turns to you and then away, a restrained grunt leaving his throat. “I can’t sleep.” He sighed, turning back to you. You smile softly. “Why didn’t you just say that then Hoya?” You asked, crawling over his body. He lets out a sigh and turns away, his lips poking out in a pout. “Didn’t wanna tell ya, you were almost sleep.” He groans.

You lay onto Nahoya, and he wraps his hands around your hips. You nuzzle against him and he kisses your forehead. “You want me to help you then?” You asked. Nahoya slowly nods getting a little antsy and impatient. You lift up his shirt and begin peppering kisses into his chest and down to his tummy. You’re rub your hands softly against his abdomen and he moans slightly. “Your skin is so smooth Hoya~” You teased, gently rubbing your fingers against his skin. Nahoya’s eyes grew wide and his face began to burn up.

“G-Goddammit, you’re so weird.” He groans, turning away from you. You giggle and continue peppering kisses onto him, going down until you finally reach his cock. You peek at the tent in his short and giggle. “Oh, you’re already hard.” You say nonchalantly while giving him a smile. Nahoya just sighs and bites his lip in anticipation.

You pull back the waistband of his shorts and kiss at his tip, earning a sudden squeaky moan from him. You look up at him and lick a long stripe up his shaft followed by sucking at the tip, all he could do was sit there and stare as you went to work. Taking in all of his length in your mouth, you held on to his hips and began moving your head. Your tongue looping and licking at his cock.

Nahoya lets out soft groans and grunts as you sucked him off, his hand reaching out to softly grip at your hair. “F-Fuck, you’re doing good Sugah~” He groans, his lips beginning to quiver. You giggle slightly, beginning to slightly graze your teeth against his shaft. Nahoya jolts and lets out a little moan as he felt your teeth graze him. “C-Chill out with the teeth…” He demanded softly.

His hips buck against your face, beginning to enjoy the feeling of your tongue lapping at his cock. He holds your head in place as he begins to fuck into you mouth, his orgasm beginning to catch up to him. “S-Shit, m’gonna cum soon~” He groans, rubbing your head softly with one hand. You moan at the sweet soft affection he gave you, the affection feeling way different than his usual rough and wild side.

Nahoya sits up and begins to fuck into your mouth a little roughly, his moans and groans growing louder. His cock twitched against your tongue and he grips your hair, not being able to hold back and be soft. “M’fucking cumming, you better swallow it too Sugah.” He grunts, biting his lip. You moan in response and hold on to his wrist, looking into his eyes full of love and lust.

“F-Fuck!~�� He grunts, releasing his cum into your mouth. He lifts your head up so he could look at you swallow his sticky seed. He feels your throat tighten around his cock and he pulls out of your mouth knowing that you swallowed. He softly pats your head. “Good gal~” He teases, giving you a kiss. You blush deeply and sighed at Nahoya’s childishness that had no limit’s whatsoever.

He smiles and softly lays you back onto the mattress. “My turn~” He purrs, holding your hips. Nahoya wasted no time pulling off your panties and shoving his face down between your legs. You let out a soft mewl as you felt his thumb press against your clit. He massages your clit softly and pushes his tongue past your entrances and into you. “H-Hoya~” You moaned, your hand running through his soft curls.

Nahoya rubs his tongue against your velvety walls and your g-spot as you squirmed a bit. His thumb massages your clit little faster while his tongue began to move faster inside of you. You whimpered and mewled at the pleasure of his tongue, and grew close to cumming. “H-Hoya~ F-Fuck~” You whimpered, beginning to grip at his peachy curls. Nahoya moves his tongue from your sweet sticky hole to your clit and begins suckling on it. He moves his fingers to your hole and presses them into you, his saliva mixed with your slick allowing them to slip in easily.

He moves his fingers quickly and his fingertips easily make their way to your g-spot. You arched your back and your felt your tummy begin to tense up. “N-Nahoya! I-I’m cumming!~” You whimper, your toes beginning to curl. Nahoya brushes his tongue up your clit making your walls tighten around his fingers. You let out a soft moan and began to cream around his fingers, following with a few whimpers.

Nahoya pulls his fingers out of your hole while sticky slick followed with his fingers. He softly chucked and kisses your clit before licking you essence off of his fingers. You blush deeply out of embarrassment and breathe heavily, now feeling sleepy and exhausted from your little orgasm. Nahoya lays down beside you and holds you close to him, his eyes slightly opened to peer at your satisfied face.

“Maybe next time we should try sixty-nine.” He giggles before fully closing his eyes again. You smile and kiss Nahoya as sleep began to blanket your body. Nahoya spoons you, wrapping his arm around you before kissing your head. “Goodnight Hoya.” You yawn, your body relaxing itself for sleep.

“G’Night Sugah.” He whispers, pulling the blankets onto you both.

-I’ve got one thing on my mind rn and that’s Nahoya Kawata.

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staysaneathome · 8 months

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Bright White

Dan Fucks can’t remember what he was doing.

Everything’s hazy and bright, and vaguely tingly in a way that he’s not not sure is pleasurable, like when the Big Guy stands up after a long time and pins and needles start to fade—

Oh, poor Daniel. It’s been hard times for you, hasn’t it?

Yes, Dan thinks with a sense of injury. Yes, yes it has. Sugah’s was raided, and he’s been chased all over the city trying to help his mortal enemy, and then it turns out the Big Guy was dying except not really, and he’s been beat up by shock troopers, and he, he killed Chief Tightass—!

You’ve been through so much. More than any respectable business owner should, really. And who’s to blame for that?

Of course it’s all Conrad’s fault, he grumbles to himself. That little shit, putting those notes on his door saying that pleasure shouldn’t be the body’s sole motivator, as if Dan himself isn’t barely getting by on the illegal dribs and drabs of the smoothness of the Big Guy’s favorite pen, or getting his usual order of coffee served just right, the impersonal touches of a barber or a coworker, looking at old photos from college and remembering when times were better.

As if his mortal enemy had any right to come and lecture him, look down on him from his high horse of being oh so above the earthly pleasures Elias needed, Dan needed to get by!

I couldn’t agree more. It’s his fault you’re in this mess. His fault everything you’ve built is crumbling around you.

Why don’t you do something about it?

There is a weight in Dan’s hand.

When he looks down, he sees it’s a bit of pipe. Nasty, dirty thing, almost like he’s just picked it up off the ground. And so hard to focus on over that white glow in his chest—

Now, now, Daniel. Focus. The solution is at hand. Make Conrad Schintz go away, and everything will be better again.

The little shit is curled against a wall in front of him. His eyes are big and frightened. The DA has a firm grip on one arm so he can’t slip away like the rat he is.

Where’s…where’s…?

—ght it, please, Mr. Fucks! Mr. Fu—!

Go on Daniel. You’re a smart man. A business man. If you can’t use something to turn a profit, what do you do?

Dan feels himself walk forward, one leg dragging behind him slightly. It throbs in time with his heartbeat.

This is natural. This is right. Conrad should have died a long time ago, saved him and the others (what others?) the trouble of having to try and keep the snot-nosed brat alive. If it wasn’t for him, Dan wouldn’t be in this mess. This is just correction. How things were always meant to go.

Who cares if the little shit is crying? He’s doing that half the time anyway.

His arms are raising the pipe. His torso twisting for the perfect swing.

That’s right, Daniel. You get ri—

Dan Fucks smashes the pipe right into Mark Bition’s jaw.

The DA spins like a top, arms flying free. He drops like a stone, eyes rolled back in his head.

NO!

“You really think you can pull one over on me, hm?!” He rolls his shoulders, trying to shake loose the burn in his arms. “Think you can get away with your little tricks like you did with him?! I’m Dan Fucks!! My urges have urges, sometimes so strange yet pleasurable I barely understand them myself! And I have hated this little shit for so long, you think I’m going to just sit pretty with your stupid plans to just kill him and not show him how wrong he’s been?!? No, my friend, we are here for a revolution!! An uprising! Down with—ghhk!!”

The white light from his chest is almost blinding. It pounds through him, like the world’s most demented drum.

Dan grits his teeth around a scream. He needs to drop the pipe. His body won’t let him drop the pipe. Even just standing still, everything hurts—!

It’s not fair, he thinks dazedly. Donna’s the one who likes hard pain, not him.

He can hear Conrad and Justin shouting, as if from far away.

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“Fu-Fucking run, you little shits!” He’s barely able to gasp out. “Go!! Can’t you see I’m—!”

There’s the almost pleasurable sensation of a solid blow to the back of his head.

As Dan drops into black, his eyes catch sight of a familiar pink coat, hands clutching a copper gun.

Imelda Pulse, he thinks nonsensically to himself as arms come around him, something warm and clutching behind him giving a boost of oxytocin before he hits the ground. Party of one.

He wakes up staring at the underside of Hunch Curio’s chin, the now almost familiar sensation of a cold steak cushioning his head.

Dan squints.

“Are you sure we’re not in heaven this time?” He asks, suspiciously.

Hunch’s head whips down to stare at him, and his face breaks into an incongruously delighted beam. “Oh, thank god! Guys, he’s back to normal again!”

There’s a flurry of activity and Dan’s headache immediately worsens in protest to all the figures crowding into his field of vision.

“Are y’sure?” Comes The Fix’s hard drawl, accompanied by a hard, if worried, stare. “Maybe we should ask him somethin’, just to be safe.”

“Mr. Fucks, what are your current thoughts on Conrad Schintz?” Anastasia looks as though she’s a second away from shoving her notebook in his face. “The readers of the Daily Observer would like to know.”

Dan grumbles, shutting his eyes. “He’s an obnoxious little shit. M’ mortal enemy. I’m going to drown this city in oxytocin one day, see how he likes it.”

There’s a moment of silence.

“I, I think that means he’s okay?” Imelda pipes up. When he cracks an eye open again, she’s hefting the copper pistol in her grip. “I can always hit him again. Now I’m thinking about it. If someone doesn’t stop me, I’m hitting him.”

Dan lets out a throaty purr of a laugh. “Careful dear, I’ll need a moment if I wanna appreciate this properly. Try to get me across the chest, okay?”

Everyone above him exchanges a look.

“Yeah, he’s absolutely fine.” Anastasia proclaims, dusting off her trench coat.

“Mister, Mr. Fucks?”

Dan lets out a groan. Please, give him five more minutes before he has to deal with—

He blinks to see his mortal enemy kneeling next to him, eyes big and watery. Justin’s laying his head on Dan’s legs, looking sorrowful as only a dog can.

Conrad sniffs, one hand scrubbing at his face. “Mr. Fucks, I’m, I’m so sorry, I didn’t even see him, I should’ve—! I’m sorry, I—”

“God, Conrad, this is why people want to kill you.” Dan complains. “The, the constant apologizing! Do you have any idea how annoying that is?! If you really want to make it up to me, make the Big Guy quit his job and get laid!”

Conrad squeaks, mouth opening and closing. He seems to have been shocked out of his tears. “I—wh—?! Well, quitting might be good, but, but we can’t just—! An, and, I’m not opposed to, to, to the Big Guy having a relationship, but it shouldn’t just be—!”

Dan tries to flop one of his hands onto the little shit’s head. He’s pleased when his arm obeys with no outside interference, scruffing the hat down onto his little head.

“The revolution’s coming soon, Conrad.” He croaks wisely. “We’ll fill this city with so much oxytocin and dopamine the Big Guy’s gonna be useless. I’ll be rich. Well. Richer.”

For some reason that makes the little shit giggle.

Dan takes his hat in retaliation when he retracts his arm. He places the slightly-too-small headwear over his face, affects a lounging stretch that makes the back of his head (and his ankle for some reason?) twinge slightly, settling more comfortably in Hunch’s lap.

“I’m taking a nap.” Dan Fucks proclaims. “Wake me when you need my help saving the city.”

He’s rudely disturbed a moment later when Imelda whacks his chest with the pistol.

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cocoabubbelle · 1 year

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Scott x Rogue Headcanon:

Pet Names/Terms of Endearment (mostly in private).

Rogue calls Scott “Sugah” because of all the boys she’s liked/been with, he is the perfect amount of sweet that never failed to make her feel giddy and fuzzy inside, but never overwhelmingly so that she was ever uncomfortable.

Scott admittedly had a harder time coming up with one for her they both felt was a perfect fit.

“Dear?”

“Nope.”

“Darling?”

“Mmm…nah.”

“Snookums?”

“ABSOLUTELY NOT.”

Scott laughed, and squeezed Rogue’s shoulder. “Ok, how about…Sugar Pie Honey Bunch?”

Rogue playfully smacked his chest. “Now yer being ridiculous.”

“Hey, I thought you liked that song? ” He pointed out as they walked around in Bayville Park, leaves the color of the autumn sunset crunching underneath their feet. Rogue snuggled closer to her boyfriend, loving his warmth. “One, the song is technically called ‘I Can’t Help Myself.’ And two, that is a secret you will take to yer grave unless Ah say otherwise.”

“The technical name or your guilty pleasure music?”

“Scott Summers.”

“Rejected. Got it.”

Eventually, on a later day: while they are hanging out together on the loveseat in the study, a few hours after the younger X-Men and the rest of the team are asleep or off doing who knows what, she tells him she wants him to call him by her name…her real name.

“Anna Marie…” he repeated slowly, studying her.

Rogue resisted the shudder of warmth along her spine as she heard her name — the one even Irene rarely used throughout her whole childhood—being murmured by Scott. She tucked her toes underneath her fiancé’s thigh, and he draped an arm over her knees in response.

After a moment, he smiled. “It suits you.”

“…psh.”

Scott raised an eyebrow in response to her scoff.

“Sorry, ah’m not laughing at you.” Rogue frowned and played with her engagement ring, sitting pretty on her finger, before continuing. “…it’s just, when Ah was little…Irene told me that when Ah was old enough, Ah oughta choose a better name than my birth one.”

“…why?”

Rogue shrugged. “Ah dunno.” Was it Mystique’s request so her identity and world would have been more dependent on the latter? Irene’s own choice, in hopes that she’d forget what little remained of her former life of who she was before being separated from her biological parents at an age too young to fully remember? Rogue rubbed Scott’s arm in contemplation, careful to not touch his skin and remain within the boundary of his sweatshirt’s sleeve. “…from what Ah remember, Irene said that whoever named me had no expectations of me, since ‘Anna Marie’ means ‘drop of the sea.’”

“But why would that—?”

“‘Drop of the sea?’ Aka, ‘Drop in the ocean?’” she explained. “Y’know, insignificant?”

“…you aren’t.”

“Ah know that…now.” She leaned against the armrest and stared at the ceiling, trying not to dwell too much on the negative parts of her childhood. “…ah don’t think she was trying to hurt my feelings. Still…” she closed her eyes.

Scott said nothing for a moment, pondering her words. She sensed his fingers tracing the black lace hem of her skirt. “…but you want me to call you Anna Marie?”

“Yes.”

“Because…?”

“Because ever since that stupid Henry V assignment, Ah’ve dreamed how it would feel if you called me an angel. Not as Kate. Not as Rogue. As Anna Marie.” She opened an eye and peeked at him. “Because somehow Scott Summers treating a lonely and guarded gal, who calls herself Rogue, with basic human decency plus accidental charm made Anna Marie deep inside want to be seen again. To…” she closed her eyes again, trying to swallow the lump in her throat. “…to be loved.”

For a moment, the study was quiet save for the grandfather clock’s soft ticking. Then, Rogue felt Scott lift himself from the loveseat. She opened her eyes and saw him kneeling at her side, his face close to hers. She didn’t need to see through his ruby-quartz shades to know how he was looking at her. She willed her heartbeat to slow down enough so that, even for a moment, it would be safe for him to touch her. It was embarrassing how audible her shy *gulp* sounded, but it gave Scott the answer he waited for before leaning in.

Straight nose nuzzled button nose, before firm and thin lips brushed against soft and plump ones. Rogue’s mouth parted with a sigh, which muffled into a moan when Scott deepened their kiss. At the back of her mind, Rogue started the countdown to her limit, her system that granted her a brief period of bliss without the risk of draining the life out of her love yet unfailing. After a lovely fifteen seconds, she began to pull away from him, her mental timer reaching its peak. Then, Scott murmured into the corner of her mouth:

“You…are like an angel, Anna Marie.”

…

Nope. Needed him. Wanted him. Had to have him. Now. Rogue seized the front of Scott’s sweatshirt and yanked him back into her, inwardly giddy at his surprised *mmph!* before he recovered and obediently wrapped his arms around her waist and shoulders.

Five seconds over…ten seconds…she finally forced herself to part from him after a heavenly fifteen seconds over her limit. Scott held her, and she rested her head against his chest. His gentle heartbeat soothed her, and she smiled as he rested his chin upon the top of her head.

“…makes me wonder what’ll happen when we finally attach Summers to your name.”

Rogue shoved him away, face bright pink. “Oh, shaddup!” She tossed a pillow at him. He ducked, laughing at her reaction. Rogue folded her arms and turned away from him, grumbling and trying not to smile back.

“She was wrong, you know.” Scott finally said.

Rogue turned back to look at him. “Irene?”

“Yeah, about your name.” He sat up, and shifted his kneeling into a cross-legged sitting position, gazing at her. “Drop of the sea. Not in.”

“And the difference is…”

He tilted his head. “Remember when Alex and I had to be rescued that one Christmas break ago, when that storm hit Hawaii?”

Rogue frowned at the memory, but nodded.

“When I regained conscious, I happened to look out the window of the Blackbird while we were still over the Northern Pacific. I mean,” he tapped his sunglasses, “obviously my range of color is limited, but I thought the ocean at that moment, the calm after the storm, looked breathtaking. It reminded me of the shade of your eyes.”

“…”

…Rogue felt that warmth along her spine again, this time allowing it to melt her heart as she smiled at Scott. He cleared his throat, ears turning pink as he hugged the pillow she had thrown against his chest. “I guess I’m trying to say your birth parents might have seen the ocean like that before, and the color of your eyes was as pretty as it was.” He mumbled.

Silently, Rogue reached out her gloved hand to him, the one wearing his engagement ring. Scott accepted it without hesitation, and she intertwined his fingers with his.

“…Ah love you, Sugah.” She finally whispered, squeezing his hand. He smiled, and kissed hers.

“And I love you, Anna Marie.”

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spiralcass · 1 year

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NEW X-MEN: THE ANIMATED SERIES - SEASON 1, EPISODE 6

We open in Scott’s office, where he and Emma are screaming at each other. Evidently, having noticed her kids were the ones Laura had become attached to, and with Laura being too far ahead of everyone else to be on a squad herself, Emma made her her TA, which today meant having her beat the crap out of her friends for 30 minutes. Scott insists she can’t do dangerous and irresponsible “lessons” like that, especially without telling him, while Emma maintains that having the kids fight a real high-level opponent they know and are comfortable with in an exercise is a better way to ease them in to this level of combat than a simulation against an unfamiliar foe who will make them panic and stress.

SCOTT: “They don’t NEED to ever be on that level of combat.”

EMMA: “Perhaps if they were, two of them wouldn’t have been so easily kidnapped by Spiral.”

Scott smirks at her. When she questions what he’s gawking at, he just says that with how much everyone else hates her and wants her out of here, it’s nice to be reminded that, if nothing else, the ice queen cares. Emma, unable to show her true feelings for a second, simply laughs at this.

She changes the topic and says that, in any case, he should just be grateful to Julian. If he hadn’t fulfilled the exercise’s task of landing a hit on Laura, they would have gone on for twice as long.

EMMA: “Barring the ex-assassin, he unquestionably has the most potential of all our students.”

SCOTT: “He’s an arrogant bully with no respect. Sofia will fly far higher than him.”

Emma’s amused by his choice. Of course Scott would favor someone as stiff, awkward, and as much of a goody two-shoes as himself.

The screaming restarts, with Scott resenting that comment, and it eventually coming to him reminding her that she won’t even be here after the first semester ends, but the arguing is brought to a halt by a familiar face stepping into the office, and greeting her old friend in an unmistakable accent.

“Is the White Queen giving you a problem, Sugah?”

Rogue enters, with Scott’s mood instantly improving upon seeing another old friend. After greeting her, Scott asks how she is and if Gambit’s with her. She’s been better, doesn’t want to talk about it, and Gambit ran off on his own for a heist. Again.

She makes clear she’s not here to join the New X-Men, but wanted to see how things were going here. Scott’s happy to show her around, and tells Emma she can go work on her lesson plan - no more surprises.

Emma exists in a humph, while Rogue notices the picture of the X-Men on Scott’s shelf. She asks if she can just have a moment alone to look at this before they get started. It reminds her of better times.

Scott exists, at which point Rogue’s mouth turns blue with red lips and she smirks. Tapping her earpiece, Mystique tells her employer she’s in. Said employer turns out to be Stryker, who’s pleased so far, and tells her to proceed with assassinating Cyclops.

Mystique shifts fully back into Rogue, and tells Scott she’s ready for the tour now.

We cut to Beast’s chemistry class, where he’s handing back tests.

BEAST: “By funny coincidence, exactly two of you received perfect scores, congratulations to Ms. Mantega and Ms. Washington, and only two of you received failing marks. Well, actually, I guess that’s not so funny if you’re one of the ones who failed. Apologies.”

From his reaction to his test, it’s clear Brian is one of the ones who failed.

As the bell rings, Beast reminds them all about their homework, and, as they’re leaving, calls over Brian and Laura. This was the first major exam of the semester, and he’s concerned with how poorly they both did.

Brian is surprised Laura failed, since she seems to be good at everything, but while she mostly just glares at him, Beast explains. Brian clearly put in a lot of effort but lacks an understanding of the material. As for Laura…

BEAST: “I understand your previous…teachers (he struggles to even call her abusers that) taught you far more advanced material than this, and all of your answers were correct, but you gave the bare minimum responses with no elaboration.”

Laura blows a stray strand of hair out of her face. Yes, she knows this stuff. No, she doesn’t care enough about grades to put in effort.

LAURA: “It's been a month, and I’m already a TA. Give me the semester, and I’ll be an X-Man, and out of this class.”

Beast just smiles and leans forward, saying that, be that as it may, she’s still in his class right now, and if she doesn’t want to harm her X-Men prospects, she should really try and pass. He’s giving them an extra credit assignment to do together, due tomorrow, in the hopes Laura can tutor Brian in the process and help him understand things better, and Brian’s enthusiasm and effort will rub off on her.

Brian tries to argue, but Beast tells them they should get going now if they don’t want to be late to their next class.

The two walk out and while Brian tries to arrange a time to meet with “Scary Girl”, she ditches him, saying she’s not doing this.

Scott takes Rogue to Telepathy class so she can see Jean. The two are so glad to see each other again, and Jean compliments Scott on being such a sweetie showing her around, kissing him on the cheek. As Scott wraps his arm around her, an exasperated Rogue says this is what she’s missing out on. Remy’s a bum, but these two are the perfect couple.

SCOTT, playfully: “Well, I wouldn’t say perfect..”

JEAN, equally playfully: “Oh, hush.”

Scott says they’ll go see Storm and Kitty next, before they get to the fun stuff.

ROGUE: “Oh, I cannot wait.”

While they aren’t looking she expresses disgust at how lovey-dovey they were being.

Later in the day at their lockers, Brian asks Sooraya if she can talk to Laura for him and get her to help with the project. He can’t do this alone, and he needs this for his grade. Sooraya says he really should have just studied harder and not ended up in this position. Brian insists it’s not that easy and begs Sooraya to help him here. She sighs and relents, telling him she’ll see what she can do, but she makes no promises. Laura isn’t a normal student, and he can’t expect her to have the priorities of one.

BRIAN: “Yeah, I got that picture when she was kicking us around like ragdolls yesterday.”

Sooraya wishes him luck…and tells him he owes her and is paying for her the next time they go to a movie.

BRIAN, as Sooraya walks off with a smirk: “But that’s not fair! Julian always pays anyway!”

That night, Mystique’s been put up in a room. On her phone, she’s texting Destiny. She misses her wife so much and she’s coming home as soon as this job is done. Destiny hasn’t been sleeping well. There’s so much darkness to come in the near future, and her visions are haunting her. Mystique tells her that’s fine. They’re creatures of the darkness after all and they’ll get through this together. And once she’s home, she’ll do what she can regarding her sleeping troubles. Destiny thanks her, but does ask why she chose to do this job as their daughter.

MYSTIQUE: “What can I say? I miss her.”

They say they love each other in the most dramatic, Shakespearean way possible, before Mystique puts her phone away and gets to work.

Mystique slinks into the hall, disguised as Rogue. On her way to Scott’s room, she’s distracted a few times. She hears a scream in the library and peaks in to see Brian, alone, struggling with his paper, which gets a small snicker out of her. She sees the lights on in the gym and finds Laura and James up late training, with James really wanting to go to bed, but Laura insisting they have to keep going.

In the common area, Julian’s gotten his his hands on some booze and is trying to get Cessily, Sofia, and Sooraya to drink with him, but Cessily is too scared of getting caught, Sofia is hung up on them being underage and this being against the law, and school rules, and when Julian tries pushing Sooraya to at least join him, he gets a fist to the face from an incoming Noriko, who explains the obvious problem with what he was just doing.

JULIAN: “You suck, Ashida…but sorry about that, Soo.”

SOORAYA, with a small smile: “Thank you, Noriko.”

NORIKO: “Don’t bother. Now give me some of that.”

As Nori reaches for the bottle, Julian gets up and shouts that she wasn’t invited, leading to another argument between the two.

Mystique rolls her eyes at all these antics.

Upon reaching Scott’s bedroom, when she peaks in, Scott isn’t there, with Jean alone in bed.

Realizing he must still be awake, she shuts the door and takes on Jean’s form.

In the library, Brian has given up. He’s got nothing written, three different textbooks opened in front of him, and he’s clueless. Just when he’s packing up his stuff, about to head to bed and accept his fate, however, Laura enters.

BRIAN, bitter: “If you’re here to help, Scary Girl, don’t bother.”

As he tries to walk past her, she stops him. She made the mistake of engaging in conversation during her training with Warpath, and off-handedly mentioned this project. He agreed with Beast that she needs to do well in all her classes to get what she wants.

LAURA, annoyed, quoting James: “If you don’t commit to your studies, how can we know you’ll be committed as an X-Man?”

She takes the textbooks in his arms and sits down at a computer.

LAURA: “Find some way to contribute or your name isn’t going on this.”

Brian, glad to have the help, but really not liking Laura’s attitude, sits down next to her.

As Jean, Mystique enters Scott’s office, where he’s still working. She asks when he’s coming to bed, but Scott doesn’t think he’s getting any sleep that night. Too much to do, too much to worry about. Stryker’s still out there, probably rebuilding his ranks, they still don’t know who Mastermind and Mystique were working for, there’s an interminable pile of requests and complaints from parents, students, teachers alike, he has to win over all of Xavier’s old connections to keep them as allies, and it’s all just too much. Jean wraps her arms around him and assures him he’s doing his best, and that will be enough in the end. But he deserves to rest.

Jean moves in to kiss him, but Scott pushes her away, saying not now. He has to stay focused. He has to keep working. Jean should just go to bed.

Jean goes harder on the seduction, reaching for his ass and balls, but that just gets Scott to stand up and, losing his cool for a moment, shout at her. He quickly apologizes, he’s so sorry, but he’s not in the mood. He’s not sure when he will be again. Continuing to play the role of sweet, understanding Jean, she forgives him, kisses him on the cheek, and wishes him good night.

In the library, Laura is working on their paper, typing exceptionally fast, while Brian just sits there, occasionally laughing.

Eventually, Laura gets annoyed and asks him what’s so funny. He says it’s nothing, until she threatens him with her claws.

LAURA: “I don’t like being stared at.”

Brian backs off and explains she’s making the same mistake that got her in this position. He can actually understand what she’s writing, and that’s only because she’s explaining everything in the most basic, bare bones way.

BRIAN: “You’re not even gonna hit the minimum word count like that.”

Laura groans with exasperation. This is such a waste of time.

BRIAN: “Yeah, cause obviously a beast like you doesn’t have a need for an education.”

Laura kicks Brian out of his chair, and stands over him. She still thinks it won’t end well for them, but Julian, Cessily, and Sooraya have all accepted her as a “friend”. What’s his problem with her?!

Brian vents about how she goes out of her way to be creepy and off-putting to everyone, she acts like she’s better than everyone, “Ms. TA”, and she is, to the point he’s not even sure what she’s doing here…

BRIAN: “And it was bad enough when I thought I was just competing with little miss perfect, but you clearly want a piece of Julian too!”

Laura cycles through a series of reactions, before settling on actually laughing.

LAURA: “You idiot.”

Laura tells him that she’s gay, and has no interest in his crush. Brian counters that she’s shown up to their room before nervously running away, she lost it when Julian was kidnapped, and the first chance she got to join their friendgroup, she came in, despite avoiding everyone else.

LAURA: “Brian…who else was kidnapped?”

BRIAN: “Sofia, but I don’t see what…oh.”

Laura tells him she’s into Sofia, “these feelings are so strange”, and that’s why she lost her cool that day. She showed up to their room that time to tell Julian to back off her, but realized Sofia would probably hate her if she heard she’d done this, and she actually did try joining her and Noriko first, but she messed that up.

Brian, realizing his mistake, apologizes for being such a dick to her. Laura forgives him, admitting she understands people being off-put by her, romantic rival or not. Brian tells her that’s not a problem. She’s part of the gang now, and they’ve all got her back.

Laura hides a small smile. She admits he is right about what she’s doing wrong. But perhaps, if he actually does understand everything when it's written so flatly, with a little help, he could fill in the details.

BRIAN: “Let’s make it happen!”

Brian raises his arm for a high-five, but is denied.

Awkward silence.

Later into the night, Scott is still at his desk, struggling to stay awake, hunched over, chugging what’s clearly not his first cup of coffee with bags under his eyes.

EMMA: "Someone in your position really should try looking less pathetic while working."

Emma enters the office, dressed in lingerie, and sits on Scott's desk as she's one to do, crossing her legs.

Scott tells her to get out of here. Emma thinks he looks so distressed, it really isn't safe to leave him alone right now.

Scott clarifies he means he wants her out of the school. He's got so much on his plate, and constantly worrying if Emma is gonna betray them, cross a line, or get a kid killed while meaning well isn't helping matters. She's done.

Rather than back away, Enma purs. Crossing a line? What would be so bad about that?

Scott says he's not going to dignify explaining that, but Emma claps her hands on his cheeks.

EMMA: "Come on, Headmaster. Teach me something."

Through grit teeth, he tells her the X-Men are heroes following the mission Xavier laid out. Making people see that Mutants shouldn't be hated and feared. Bringing everyone together in harmony.

He then yanks her hands off him.

Emma mocks that she's heard this all before, and she doesn't get what it has to do anything. Crossing lines doesn't mean trying to take over the world like her and her old friends in Hellfire tried to do, and it doesn't mean running around spreading chaos and destruction like the Brotherhood. It just means doing what they have to to protect their people. It's not as if doing things Xavier's way has changed much over the last 15 years, has it?

As she speaks, she moves from his desk onto his lap.

EMMA: "Don't you ever just want to…cut loose?"

SCOTT: "Emma…"

Emma giggles, casting her eyes down for a moment. She can feel he can.

With Scott momentarily falling prey to stress, exhaustion, and his own body, Emma kisses him, and, for just a second, he kisses her back.

He pushes her away.

SCOTT: "Oh god…Jean…"

That's all Scott's able to say before the poison from Emma's lips kicks in and makes him fall over.

As Emma, really Mystique, shifts back into Rogue, she has to admit: She didn't think that would actually work on him.

Cut to Scott and Jean's bedroom. Jean jolts awake, instinctively knowing something's wrong with Scott; she can't sense his mind. As she flies out of bed, she alerts the X-Men that something's happened to Scott, and says she's scanning everyone in the school's minds to see if anyone knows what happened.

JEAN, venomously: "Mystique"

Her eyes set aflame in the shape of phoenix wings.

Back in the common area, Julian and Noriko are completely drunk. They're sat next to each other on a couch, heads resting on the back of it, on the verge of passing out. They both have big grins on their face as they speak barely legible sentences.

And they're *still* fighting.

NORIKO: "I feel like death. It didn't even taste good."

JULIAN: "Better than anything you can afford, bag lady."

NORIKO: "Ah, can it, future Brotherhood member."

Sofia, Brian, and Laura look down at them.

BRIAN: "How much did they drink exactly?"

Laura picks up an empty bottle. "All of it."

Sofia explains she tried to tell them this was a bad idea. She told Cess and Soo to go to bed and that she'd look after them.

Julian and Noriko proceed to barf into buckets.

SOFIA: "I'm glad I thought to grab those."

Jean rushes into Scott's office and finds him unconscious on the floor. She cries over him. Physically, he's dead.

But his soul has not passed on yet. She is Phoenix. She is life. And the man she loves does not die tonight.

Kissing him, a spark of Phoenix energy between their lips, she revives him.

Scott springs up and Jean holds him. She tells him it's okay. She will never let anything happen to him.

Catching his breath, he thanks her. Jean knows Mystique was responsible but she didn't dig further. What happened?

SCOTT: "Mystique? Oh god. She…she showed up as you and –”

JEAN, smiling warmly: "Shh. I understand. It's all okay now.” She levitates them both up their feet. “I love you."

SCOTT, tinged with just a little guilt: "I love you too. Now let's go get her."

Mystique casually walks back to her room as Rogue, satisfied with her work, but Kitty, James, and Roberto are waiting for her.

ROBERTO: "Hello, Mystique."

KITTY: "In case you were wondering, Storm's outside."

JAMES: "No escape this time."

Raven takes her true form. She's not so sure of that. She turns and runs. Not able to use their ranged attacks due to being in the school, the three can only chase after her, Kitty telling Jean to keep them notified of whoever she shifts into.

As those three chase her down, we see Scott and Jean rushing to meet them, Storm ready to bring down the heavens if Mystique gets outside, and Emma…casually taking her time getting dressed.

EMMA: "As if I'm going into battle in my eveningwear a second time."

Back in the common area, Sofia asks Brian and Laura how their project went. Laura is awkward talking to her crush, but Brian tells her they crushed it.

BRIAN: "Laura's a pretty great tutor."

SOFIA: "That's great! Thank you, Laura."

LAURA: *Commences Gay Panicking"

As Laura makes confused lesbian noises, we're not the only ones hearing her. Mystique is too, nearing the common area. She smirks.

Kitty hears their voices as well, panicking that the kids are closeby. James screams for them to run.

Laura snaps back to her usual self as she hears James. Something's happening.

In a split second, Mystique rushes by with twin pistols drawn. Laura instinctively moves to protect her friends, rushing Mystique, but Raven shoots around her, putting bullets in Sofia.

As Kitty, James, and Roberto arrive on the scene, they find their worst nightmare brought to life. Julian and Noriko snap awake, and Laura screams at them not to let her die as she chases after Mystique.

As the three X-Men move to apply pressure to the wounds, Julian and Noriko are horrified by the sight in front of them, and Kitty tells Jean they need her NOW.

While Mystique runs, she shapeshifts into Caliban, thinking Storm will hesitate seeing the dead man she avenged.

Julian and Noriko panic watching their best friend cling to life. While Julian comforts her…

JULIAN: "You're strong enough to survive this, Beautiful. I know it.",

Noriko is screaming at the X-Men.

NORIKO: "We're supposed to be safe here! Supposed to be protected! Protected by the best! But you three are barely older than us! Why were you on your own?!"

Kitty, Roberto, and James can do nothing but hang their heads in shame as they continue to work.

"Calm yourselves, children."

Jean arrives on the scene, engulfed in Phoenix energy.

JEAN: "I am here. All will be well."

Mystique makes it to the foyer, and it looks like she may actually make it out, but before she can see if her Caliban strategy would have worked, Scott brings her down with a single blast.

As Scott reports that he got her, Jean tells him Sofia is gonna be okay, as we see her healing her, Julian and Nori holding her hands.

As Scott moves to grab Mystique's unconscious body, Laura races in, rushing to kill Mystique. When she doesn't listen to Scott to stop, he's forced to fight her.

Laura is relentless and Scott can't keep up with her without seriously hurting her, resulting in him getting slashed up. By calling in Jean to project her healed friend's images into her mind, however, he's able to break her out of her rage.

Laura collapses in tears. She doesn't want to be like this. She doesn't. She's sorry. Scott holds her. He knows. And he knows James has been helping her too, but he has his own issues. Maybe he could try teaching her some things too. If she's ready to learn.

The other X-Men all walk in on Scott and Laura hugging on the floor.

The next day, Scott and Jean stand by the medical wing, where Beast is looking after Sofia, awake and looking fine, as her friends express their relief to her, but being kept under observation. The nature of Jean’s Phoenix abilities are still not entirely understood by them.

Scott tells Jean that they messed up. They can’t let this happen again. They need to do better. They all do. Jean puts an arm around him and tells him this isn’t his fault. She took a look around in Mystique’s mind before they handed her off to SHIELD.

JEAN: “Ironic with how many of us she’s given the government, right?”

Scott’s eyes widen while she’s saying this, confused by how she could have looked in Raven’s mind without learning the truth. Jean says she didn’t know who hired her, but also she saw what happened, and her performance as her was *very* good.

SCOTT: “I..umm..”

JEAN: “Honestly, I think you still should have seen through it, but you just died, so I’ll let it slide.”

The two laugh.

Jean says not to blame Kitty and the others either. They’re blaming themselves enough, and they did their best. No amount of saying they have to “do better” will change that that’s all they ever can do.

Scott sighs. She’s right. Like always.

JEAN: “What about Destiny? She won’t be too happy about this.”

SCOTT: “Without Mystique to do her dirty work, she’s a frail old woman with visions. She won’t cause any problems.”

Jean says in that case, since everything’s worked itself out, they should go get some breakfast, recommending a diner they haven’t been to in ages. Scott would love to. He just has to take care of one more thing.

As Jean walks off, Emma walks in.

SCOTT: “Good timing. We need to talk.”

EMMA: “Oh. Whatever about?”

Scott says he knows she did something to Mystique’s mind. What Jean saw in there doesn’t line up with the reality he knows, she’s the only other telepath on the team, and he knows the second she was alerted to Mystique’s presence, she would have gone as invasive as possible.

Emma smirks. “You’re welcome. But don’t get any ideas. You’re not my type at all.”

Scott says he knows she also did something to Mojo. He saw the look in her eyes after they were done with him. The same look the White Queen gave the X-Men so many times while gleefully tormenting them.

Emma doesn’t see the big deal. She cleaned up HIS mess, and made sure a threat would stay neutralized. That’s all. Now, if he’ll excuse her, she has a class to teach.

Emma walks toward the door.

SCOTT: “No you don’t.”

Emma freezes.

SCOTT: “You’re fired, Emma.”

Emma scowls as she leaves without another word.

Scott, now alone, sits down and buries his head in his hands.

“What have I done?”

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@lediableblanc-amoureuxdechats

“ hey, lookit me… you can do dis. okay? ya can. “

She’d been trying. It’s what Rogue had told him from the start- that she was gonna get it together, that she wanted to. For him. For them. For herself. And it had been working, to some degree. She could better manage how much she took from others and how quickly (or slowly) she drained them. But it wasn’t enough, yet. She couldn’t shut it off entirely, and when her emotions ran high, especially when she felt stressed or upset, it was like stepping right back to square one. It was hard to be optimistic when the results, even after all this time, were so seemingly negligible.

Yet Remy didn’t seem to see it that way. Leave him to be the sunshine to her raincloud. She sometimes thought that he understood her situation better than he let on, and for that reason, maybe she should have more faith in him (and, in some ways, herself). He wasn’t saying these things just to make her feel better- he believed it. It made her want to believe it, too.

Even so, she couldn’t bring herself to look at him like he’d told her to. Not for more than a moment, anyway. A single, stolen, glance up before she was looking back down at the gloves clutched in her hand. Oh, she wanted to trust him. Desperately so. Because Remy had a way of making the impossible seem possible. Maybe he was right, though. Maybe it was all gonna be fine and she’d have it figured out soon enough. Progress, even if it felt small and insignificant to her, was still progress. Right?

Then her eyes moved from her own bare hands to see one of his outstretched towards her, and the fear took hold all over again.

Rogue reeled back, two steps further from him, her hands gripping the gloves tighter, pressing them to her chest. He hadn’t tried to touch her, hadn’t even come close enough for it. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if that’s what he’d been offering or if it was all a misunderstanding on her part. Either way, it set her heart racing just as fast as her head.

“I can’t,” A reply intended for both his words and the offered hand. Yet she didn’t put her gloves back on yet, instead still clutching them to herself in a manner that, in hindsight, probably looked borderline adolescent. A child seeking comfort in their favorite toy, or their baby blanket. But for her, it was a pair of worn out, deep brown, leather gloves. There was little more than a breath between her words and the moment she finally, actually, looked up at him. In realization at what she’d done, she felt a twinge of guilt. Pulling away so abruptly hadn’t been intentional, but he was close, so close, and that had set her skin aflame. Yes, they had been closer than that before, but she’d felt more controlled then, like she was leading the situation. This... something about it had come as a surprise.

“Sugah, I want to,” She assured him, pausing another second before finally taking a hesitant step forward. A considerable gap remained, but at least it had been bridged in some small part. “But I dunno if I... no. I know I can’t. Not now. Maybe not ever,” It was a conversation they’d had a hundred times before, begun anew now. The same one she defaulted to when she was getting nervous, when she was starting to question this. Starting to question them. “Look, I appreciate what yer doin’. An’ if things were different-” She was tumbling back down that rabbit hole, and as she watched Remy’s face, let her eyes meet his... she could feel it. All those thoughts piling up over something as small as a moment of fear at the end of a long, tiring, day: Maybe we shouldn’t do this. What if I never get this under control? I can’t be what you need me to be. This isn’t gonna work.

This was the part she needed to push herself past, but it felt impossible in the moment. A sort of self punishment for having thought, for even a fraction of a second, about slipping her hand into his. No barriers. “I’m sorry,” She finally muttered, quickly slipping her gloves back on. Even now, though, she didn’t yet reach out for him like she’d wanted to do. Instead, she ran her fingers through her hair, tousled the long, auburn, waves back away from her face, and took a breath, “I’m jus’ tired,” A throw away excuse. One Remy knew better than to take at face value. Though it wasn’t entirely false- she really was tired. And the thought of pressing up against him, getting all warm and cozy... It soothed her for a moment... until she felt the spiders of anxiety crawling up her spine once again. The closer they were, the more comfortable she felt, the more dangerous this all was. It left space for mistakes. Opportunities for her to slip up and touch him. The scariest thought was that there might come a point that it wasn’t an accident, but a selfish act of contact spurred on by the relentless need to feel closer. Would he hate her, then? (Did he hate her in some way now?)

Disappointment settled in her bones and she realized she maybe hadn’t changed as much as she would have liked. The fault for that, she knew, rested with herself. She felt like she was at a stand still and she couldn’t muster the energy to move another step forward. She wanted to have control of her powers. She wanted to be more open with Remy. She wanted to trust him. To trust herself. A failure on all fronts, it seemed. Because she still couldn’t stop herself from leeching from others when she touched them. She couldn’t admit to Remy that she was still fucking terrified of all of this, of him in some ways. She couldn’t touch him. Couldn’t even consider it without fear. And there was still a part of her that insisted she would do best to walk away from this all before she could disappoint him any further, before he could break her heart for it. Nothing... nothing had changed. Stagnation had settled in, or so it felt, and she hated to admit that, in part, she preferred it that way. Familiarity, even in the worst sense, could sometimes feel less horrifying than the unknown awaiting her on the other side.

She sighed, closed her eyes for a second, then shook her head, “I should get t’bed. Gotta be up early an’ all,” She didn’t have to be up early, she just knew she would be. An early morning run, chasing the sunrise to clear her mind. An hour or two alone with dewy grass and golden sunlight spilling through the branches of trees... Funny enough, she sometimes woke up with the small hope that Remy would come with her. Someone to share in the ritual with. Someone to spill her thoughts to. Maybe she could even, finally, get him to spill some of his own? It was a hope she had no intention of vocalizing, though.

“You should get some sleep, too. Ya got bags under yer eyes. Lookin’ like a walkin’, talkin’, zombie,” She teased him, trying to soften out the conversation with a bit of playful banter. Now, with her gloves back on, she was feeling just slightly more at ease, reaching out to poke him in the center of the forehead, right between his eyebrows. “Somehow, though, yer still handsome as the devil, Remy LeBeau,” She smirked, finally taking a couple steps closer, until she was close enough to rest her hand against his chest. A shift from the fear a few moments prior, because now she was back in control. “Don’t ya know it’s practically a sin t’be wastin’ all those good looks cooped up with a girl like me?” Again, the words were playful, but there was an undeniable bit of truth to it- really, in her head, a guy like him was wasting his time with a girl like her. And yet, as much as she wanted to let him go, there was an equally loud part of her that wanted him so badly to stay.

Her tone softened, and her hand moved to his cheek. There was something more she wanted to say. Something sincere and sweet. But she left those words unspoken at the edge of her lips, exchanged them instead for a quiet, “G’night.” A chance to slip away from him before the conversation could turn serious. An exit strategy she maybe used a little too often.

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southern-belle-outcasts · 1 year

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My Top Posts in 2022:

I pause my work scramble to upload my new legal status as genderless cryptid. Happy early birthday to me.

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//clearly they are suffering because I’m sat down to write instead of continuing to pet them.

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//full hiatus because my jackass dad says my dogs have to go (meaning me too, he knows that what it entails but he can’t just openly be hateful about me being enby in front of the kids). Soooo yeah. Need to put my everything into getting a hotel and then across the country, all while having no car of my own in running conditions and dogs.

9 notes - Posted August 28, 2022

//roll call! I have been away for months (😭). I don’t have the time to dig through mutuals to know who may or may not also be on hiatus, who may have come back from haitus, or have understandably unfollowed for my prolonged hiatus. I have no idea what is or isn’t current in my threadtracker (in my pinned post). If you can peep it when you get the chance, and let me know if things need to be dropped or found, let me know. I want to try to work on replies longhand this week and it would be most helpful to not put my energy into a reply for someone who has dropped said thread 😅

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My #1 post of 2022

Thank you to everyone patiently waiting for my shit to be fully got together (or at least enough so that I’m not constantly coming home at 2am). My truck should be getting fixed Tuesday. Rental car returned Thursday. After that due to the astronomical gas prices and iffy truck function beyond the transmission, not to mention not trying to cover the cost of the rental, I will be working MUCH, much less. Which means back to writing and arting and general creativity. If you have posted any kinds of updates on the dash, I literally haven’t seen them. I haven’t been on tumblr but for all of maybe a half hour total in the last three weeks. Feel free to link me to important shit. I will give this a few rebagels in the next few days.

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jwscrobbles · 9 years

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Top 50 Songs Scrobbled for the Week Ending 8/16/2015

TW LW Artist - SONG 1 2 Maroon 5 – THIS SUMMER’S GONNA HURT LIKE A MOTHERF@*%#R(1 week @ #1) 2 1 Miguel/Wale - COFFEE(1 week @ #1) 3 4 Taylor Swift/Kendrick Lamar – BAD BLOOD 4 3 MNEK – MORE THAN A MIRACLE(1 week @ #1) 5 13 The Weeknd – CAN’T FEEL MY FACE 6 7 Nicki Minaj – THE NIGHT IS STILL YOUNG 7 5 Wiz Khalifa/Charlie Puth – SEE YOU AGAIN(2 weeks @ #1) 8 8 Calvin Harris/Haim – PRAY TO GOD 9 12 Empire Cast featuring Jussie Smollet – KEEP YOUR MONEY 10 17 Disclosure – BANG THAT 11 18 Janet Jackson/J Cole – NO SLEEEP 12 16 Tori Kelly – NOBODY LOVE 13 19 David Guetta/Nicki Minaj/AfroJack – HEY MAMA 14 22 Florence + the Machine – SHIP TO WRECK 15 6 Jamie Foxx/Chris Brown – YOU CHANGED ME(2 weeks @ #1) 16 9 Echosmith - BRIGHT 17 28 The Bird and the Bee – WILL YOU DANCE? 18 10 Mark Ronson/Kevin Parker - DAFFODILS 19 11 Drake – 10 BANDS 20 14 Jidenna featuring Roman GianArthur – CLASSIC MAN 21 15 Toro y Moi – EMPTY NESTERS 22 30 Major Lazer/MO/DJ Snake – LEAN ON 23 31 Omi - CHEERLEADER 24 23 Jill Scott – YOU DON’T KNOW 25 24 Ty Dolla $ign/Charli XCX/Tinashe – DROP THAT KITTY 26 29 Wiz Khalifa/The Weeknd – REMEMBER YOU 27 20 Passion Pit – LIFTED UP (1985) 28 33 Wale/Usher – THE MATRIMONY 29 27 Janelle Monae/Jidenna - YOGA 30 21 Florence + the Machine – WHAT KIND OF MAN(3 weeks @ #1) 31 25 J Cole – WET DREAMZ 32 26 The Dream/TI – THAT’S MY SHIT(1 week @ #1) 33 37 Tinashe – ALL HANDS ON DECK 34 38 Jill Scott – FOOL’S GOLD 35 32 Kendrick Lamar – KING KUNTA 36 36 Wale – THE GIRLS ON DRUG 37 42 Kendrick Lamar - ALRIGHT 38 43 The Weeknd – THE HILLS 39 45 D’angelo and the Vanguard – BETRAY MY HEART 40 46 Robin Thicke – MORNING SUN 41 34 D’ angelo and the Vanguard – SUGAH DADDY 42 44 Ciara – DANCE LIKE WE’RE MAKING LOVE 43 35 Jodeci – EVERY MOMENT 44 50 Rihanna – BITCH BETTER HAVE MY MONEY 45 48 Lupe Fiasco - MURAL 46 39 Ciara – I BET 47 40 Jussie Smollet/Yaz (From “Empire”) – YOU’RE SO BEAUTIFUL(2 weeks @ #1) 48 --- Kygo/Parson James – STOLE THE SHOW 49 41 Jess Glynne – HOLD MY HAND 50 --- Demi Lovato – COOL FOR THE SUMMER

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thecrowcern · 3 years

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You never thought that you would be in this situation. Leaning against the counter of your bakery with a pro hero’s cock between your thick thighs. The sounds of soft groans and curses filled the small bakery, and you were very grateful it was late.

“Fuck Darlin’..you’re so soft it’s amazing.” Taishiro moaned against your hair. His thick cock slowly grinding against your sex as he pressed your thighs together. You were desperately trying to ice cupcakes as you felt his cock throb against you. “T-Taishiro...Fuck”, You moan out as you feel your orgasm begin to reach its peak. “Easy, baby boy. Can’t have you messin’ up your hard work.” He responds as he lifts you up. Putting down your piping bag, he carries you into the backroom. Laying you onto the island, he kisses down your neck, large hands groping your love handles and thighs. Pushing against his chest, he leans up, looking down at you with concern. “Are you ok? I didn’t mean to go too far.”

“NO! I absolutely want this...I just don’t want to fuck in my kitchen.” You say with a chuckle. Pulling him down gently, you kiss his cheek. “Follow me, big boy.” You say as you jump down, grabbing his hand and walking him towards a set of stairs. Although towering over you, he still followed with grace. “Don’t think I could fit in my large form through these halls sweet’art.” He says with a chuckle as he grips the doorframe, bowing his head as he entered. You smiled up at him, saying, “Nonsense, I’m sure you’re experienced fitting in tight spaces.” Smirking at you, he snatched you up, holding you in his arms like a cat he kissed under your chin. You pointed to where your bedroom was, and he kept nibbling hickes into your soft brown skin. “You smell just like ya taste, baby, sweet as honey.” He says as he lays you down on your plush bed.

Pulling off your work pants and underwear, he maneuvers around the apron still around your neck until you’re bare underneath. Your wide hips and full chest frame the slightly stained apron. Fatgum could only stare down with admiration as he began to strip. Your face was flushed, and you squirmed somewhat under his heated gaze. He ran his hands up your plush thighs, gripping your love handles as he pulled you close. Grinding his cock against your folds, he lifts your leg up with one hand, kissing your calf as his other thumb pulls your lips wider. The head of his cock brushes against your clit, making your hips jerk up. He leans down, bringing your knees to your chest as he rubs one thick finger against your entrance. Kissing you gently, he pushes it in, groaning at your walls constricting around him. It takes all of his self-control to not go feral just yet. Your soft mewls and gasps of his name, how your tiny hands claw into his shoulders. He’s only two fingers in when you finally groan in frustration. “Damnit, Taishiro...If you don’t fuck me, I swear.”

His chuckle in response sends shivers down your spine as he sits up. You hold your legs to your chest, spreading your lips apart for him. Slowly he begins to press the head of his cock past your entrance, pulling one breast out from behind your apron to pinch and pull at your nipple. “Fuck baby..lookin so perfect for me,” He says as he slides in slowly, gripping your breast as he bottoms out. Your thighs shiver as you watch your stomach bulge slightly from his size. He waits for your call as he feels your walls constrict around him. “Easy there, Sugah, don’t wanna break ya just yet.” He says as he rubs the insides of your thighs with his thumbs. You look up at him and nod, gently pushing against him with a whimper. “P-please, more! I can take it.”

Smiling wide, he leans up, thrusting down into your tight heat, letting go of his control. The room fills with sounds of grunts and his balls slapping against your ass. “That’s it, baby boy, taking my cock so well.~ Fuck look at you, pretty Lil thing ain’t ya.” You can only respond with soft squeals and whimpers. He only coos at you, holding your face with his hand as he continues to fuck into your heat. You feel like your floating. Between the constant stream of praise and the accurate targeting of your sweet spot, you begin to lose focus. Suddenly you’re being lifted up; Fatgum sits on his knees as he holds you in both hands, legs on his shoulders as he holds your ass. Growling, he speeds up, reaching down to rub your clit as he ruts into you. “Fuck I can feel ya clenching tighter. Gonna cum for me? God, I want you too; you look so pretty on my cock, baby.” He says as he coaxes you over your edge. Moaning so sweet yet so loud as you squirt on his cock. It splashes against his stomach and yours as he keeps going, being spurred on by your erotic display. “That’s it! Keep cummin’ fr me!” He says as he keeps rubbing your clit. Grunts and groans turn to soft whines as he lays you back down, holding you tight against him as he cums, fucking his cum deep inside of you. “Yes! Fuck! Takin’ it so well, baby!” he moans out as he comes down from his high. Pulling out slowly, he rubs the joints of your thighs, smiling down at you. “Don’t get too comfy now; we’ve still got all night.”~

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thegremlincrowsnest · 3 years

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A Slice of Cheesecake

Fatgum x poc!reader

CW: Slight breed kink, thigh fucking, mentions of vagina, slight anal play, creampies, mentions of daddy in a sexual way, kitchen and sex around food

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Orange: Fatgum

blue: Reader

Pink: Fatgums inner thoughts

WC: 1.7k

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Fatgum was definitely your favorite customer to bake for. Tips generously and an absolute beaut to stare at while you work. He always came past your shop on his breaks or days off just to watch you. “Ya know, I can always help fill those buns for ya sugar plum.” He would say with a smirk. You just giggle and shake your head as you continue to fill and dip your eclairs. You were finishing up some orders to deliver, and he offered to stay and help you out. You accepted his help with a smile as the pro-hero helped pack cupcakes, cookies, and pastries.

Everything was going great until you went to change. When you work, you wear chef pants, a plain t-shirt, and your apron. But for deliveries, your outfit was much. Much different. Fatgum couldn’t help himself as he stared, seeing your soft stomach peek out from your crop top. He has to hide behind your counter as you fix the garter belts from under your skirt. He groaned softly as he saw how your thighs bulge from the garter belt and thigh highs. Your skirt was absolutely sinful being so short, bending over. He got a glimpse of those soft pink lace panties. Walking around, he pressed himself against you. “Baby...I don’ know if ya should go out like that. Pretty thin’ like you could get devoured.” He says, deep voice low. His two large hands came to hold your wide hips. Groaning loudly as he saw his fingers sink into your love handles.

Looking up at him with big doe eyes, you smiled. “Oh~ well, I don’t have anything to worry about with a big strong hero like you, Taishiro~,” You say as you grind against his growing hard-on. You slip from his grip with a giggle as you finish packing up orders. “Ok, now let’s go!”

Walking down the street with you was a blessin and a curse for Fatgum. Seeing your thick ass sway in that skirt was torture ‘Little Nymph,’ he thought to himself. Going from customer to customer was easy enough. You were so sweet to each one, and he could only smile softly at you. Seeing you dote on each and every one. The sun was setting as you finished, and the teasing was getting worse. On trains, you were pressed so close to him, you smelled like sugar and warm spices. Your skin contrasted beautifully against his yellow costume as you held onto him. Brown, golden skin that he swore always shimmered in the sunlight. You both were able to finish earlier than you thought, so he decides to treat you a bit. You were already in the shopping district, and he saw how your eyes lingered on some of the displays. Laying a hand on your hip, he leaned down to your ear. “Would you like me to buy that for ya, Darlin?” He asks. You stifle a soft groan at how close he is; turning to him, you reply. “No! I should be treating you to something for helping me out today.”

His eyes darken a bit at those doe eyes you give him. Fuck, you look so cute. He stands up and looks around, smirking as he looks down at you. “Then I know how we both can win.” He says as he walks you down an ally, a hole-in-the-wall sex shop that you’re surprised the BMI hero would know of. As you both walk in, he brings you towards some expensive pieces. He tells you to pick out what you'd like as he sits down on a stool.

Watching you was a pleasure, watching you bounce around from display to display, skirt riding up as you bent down. He bit the inside of his cheek before he motioned for one of the employees.

You look up to see Fatgum whispering to one of the employees before looking back at you with a smirk. Picking a few sets, you walk up to him, face warm as you smirk back to him. He looks them over, letting out a low growl at the soft lace of one of the panties before nodding over to the employee again.

The walk back home was swift, entering your shop and making sure all of the blinds were drawn. Fatgum then pinned you against the front counter, licking and nibbling on your neck as he rubbed your clit through your panties. “Such a sweet boy for me...so tasty,” He says as he helps strip your clothes. He pulls out his favorite set along with a relatively thick butt plug. “If you’re ok with this, Darlin, I’d love to see you wear these while you bake me a little cheesecake, baby.” He says as he holds them out for you. You nod quickly, slipping on the lingerie and bending over to prep your ass. Before you can open the cap for the lube, he stops you. “Please sugah let me help ya.” He says as he pours lube over your hole. Groaning softly at how you clench around nothing. Gently pushing a finger against your hole, kissing down your back, he pushes one in. It takes a few minutes of him kissing your neck and ear as he stretches you out before sliding the lubed-up plug into your ass. You whimper at the stretch, your pussy dripping with arousal as he pulls up your panties. He kisses you deeply before patting your ass to the kitchen.

Cooking while being watched was something you were used to before, but with the current circumstances, your head was foggy. Fatgum would come up behind you to “help,” pressing the plug in your ass or groping your breast. Finally, as you placed the cheesecake in the oven with a water bath, you began prepping some toppings. As you began to whip up some cream, he decided it was time to push further. Pulling your panties down, he pressed your thighs together. Bending you over, he lifted you gently as he slid his cock between your thighs. Moaning softly at the heat radiating from your dripping center. Your head was spinning; you could smell his arousal mixed in with sweat. You desperately wanted to get on your knees and bury your nose in it. He was no better; wafts of your arousal filled his nose as the soft plushness of your thighs squeezed him perfectly.

You groan softly as you feel the head of his cock brush against your clit. Looking up at him, you whimper, “P-Please Taishiro. Fuck me, I can’t stand the teasing anymore.” You beg. In response, he spreads your thighs apart and presses you down onto the counter. He can’t help himself but allow his hands to wander over your soft skin, admiring every stretch mark, scar and blemish. “Fuck Baby Boy… ‘Ave I ever told ya how beautiful you are?” He asks as he undoes your top. You’re about to respond until you feel his large hands grope your breast. Kneading them gently, your body shivers, “N-No, but I could tell with how you look at me.” You respond with a soft smile.

He leans down and kisses you gently on the lips, cradling your face in his hands like you’ll break at any second. He lifts one of your legs up onto his shoulder, wrapping the other around his waist. You gasp, seeing just how big he is, almost 12 inches long; it’s slightly darker than the rest of him, it's as thick as a can of soda, and you briefly worry about how it will fit. “Don’t be scared, my little darlin’. I’ll make sure you feel really good.” He says as he presses the tip against your entrance. He leans down again, kissing you deeply as he begins to push in. You whimper and grip his shoulders, feeling the head of his cock push through your entrance. He stops and gently pulls out before pushing back in, reaching down to rub your clit as he works his cock. Finally, after a few moments, he's able to bottom out inside of you. Even with your soft stomach, you can still see the outline of his cock in you. He moans loudly, seeing it as well; pressing down on it gently, he begins a steady pace. His large, heavy balls slap against your ass as he grips your thigh with one hand. The other is near your head, trying to keep himself steady.

“F-faster Taishiro~ Please faster!” You moan out as you begin to pinch and pull on your nipples. He doesn’t protest; pressing your knees to your chest, he starts thrusting faster. His precum fills you up and begins to drip down onto the floor; loud nasty slapping sounds reverberate against the tile walls as he continues his fast pace. He’s grunting like a bull as he sees your breast and stomach squished under your thighs and his hands. You’re so soft and sweet and beautiful to him; he wants to take you home and spoil you.

“Taishiro! Oh my god, I’m gonna cum!” You moan out as you feel your walls tighten around his cock. He grunts as he holds you close, face nuzzled into your tight curls as he wraps his arms around you, legs dangling off of his broad shoulders. “Cum for me, Sugah Plum~ Cum all over daddy’s cock” He grunts as he moves you like a fleshlight. “Daddy daddy daddy! Fill me up! Please fill me up!” You respond. He leans back to watch your face as he thrusts as deeply as he can before holding you down on his cock. He groans loudly as his cock twitches pumping you full of cum. His body shivers as he can’t help but continue to hump you gently as he breeds you. You don’t fight it, tightening your legs around him as your cunt milks him.

You’re both blissed-out, kissing each other sloppily as he humps you. Tongues and teeth clash together as you pant for more. “Y-Y/n, I love you, I love you please be mine.” He says as he reaches down to rub your clit, extending your orgasm along with his. You nod frantically as he licks and sucks on your neck, “I love you too~ Please mark me up, Taishi” You moan out as you feel his cock harden again.

You’re both startled by the timer going off. Not wanting to pull out, he holds you close to him with one hand as he maneuvers to get the cheesecake out of the oven. Placing it on the cooling rack, he looks down at you with a smirk. “I hope you have enough energy, my little cheesecake, cause I’m gonna make sure you reak of my cum for days.”

#fatgum x reader #fatgum smut #ftm!reader #fatgum #cernunnos writing #bnha x reader #what's cookin' good lookin'#taishiro toyomitsu #bnha taishiro #taishiro x reader #taishiro smut #poc!reader

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headcans-oneshots-and-stuff · 3 years

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Momma is a badass?

Fandom: DC Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Batmom!reader (in the background) Word count: 1.4k Summary: Your Children don’t know about a big part of your past, but when the situation calls for it, they find out, one way or anotherm Requested by a hydrated Anon: since the request are kinda open. Can i request something where batmom was a former suicide squad member, now dating batman and the batkids dont know? Maybe they are in a dangerous fight against someone and the suicide squad helps them? only if this is okay for you. No pressure or something. Stay hydrated love

Your children knew that you were a great fighter, one that could hold herself against Bruce easily, and they knew that you had been a vigilante long before you had met their father and fallen into the more domestic role of a part-time event-organizer and a full-time momma at day and a crime fighter at night. Sometimes they had tried to ask you and Bruce about what you had done for the most of your early adulthood, but they never found out anything about what happened between your 18th and 25th birthday. A few of them - mostly Tim, Steph and Damian - had thought about finding out the old-fashioned way, but everytime they seriously considered it they remembered that not once since you had taken them in as your children have you breached their privacy without a very, very good reason. So they quickly started to forget about it again and face their own problems. What none of your children had expected was that that blank on your resume was going to be filled on what was supposed to be an easy mission in Gotham’s Docks. You and Bruce were the ones who went, Tim on the Comms, only to find that three of the most dangerous and violent - but in themselves alone relatively small - crime families had “bonded” together to defeat the one thing that kept them from ‘rising to their true size’: Your family. The two of you were good, years of beating and defeating big baddies have shown so much, but not even the two of you were good enough to defeat the small army that was attacking you now. Under the hail of bullets that were raining down on you, a few of them hitting your body armour, but luckily not you, you barely managed to dive for cover behind a metal pillar. Looking over you were relieved to find Bruce behind cover too, seemingly not hurt. He nodded at you, most likely having the same thoughts about you, before talking to you and Tim over the Comms. “Red, we need everyone here asap, this is at least a code blue situation.” “Code blue? I thought this was just a quick in-and-out,” Tim asked surprised. “Just do it, no time to explain,” Bruce grunted as he threw a Batarang at a particularly bold individual that tried to break his cover, disarming him quickly and knocking him unconscious. “I contacted everyone, Nightwing and Red Hood are on their way, ETA is at least ten minute. Robin is preparing and will be there in five. Oracle is going to take over the Comms as soon as she’s online from her homebase and then I’ll hurry over with Black Bat. The others will try to come, but are indispensable at the moment,” Tim informed you and you could hear the almost inhumane quick tapping of his keyboard in the background. Before you had the chance to answer you noticed the small circular object rolling towards you and just almost managed to kick it away and shield yourself with your cape. “We don’t have enough time to wait for all of them!” you shouted over the sound of another explosion and when you looked over at Bruce you almost saw the internal conversation, “They’re on a mission not far from here, they could be here in five minutes.” “Who are you talking about?” Tim asked, but you and your husband just ignored him. “Do it!” Bruce said after he had to dive for a new cover when the pillar he was standing behind got damaged by another granate. Not waiting another second you pulled out a small button that was protected by a glass hood. You clicked the glass hood off and pushed the button, a little relief flooding you when you saw the blinking light below it implicate that the signal was received. Now you just had to survive long enough for your help to arrive. Tim and Cassandra, closely followed by Damian, arrived shortly after, but even with the five of you, you weren’t remotely able to do more than hold yourself against the seemingly never ending attack that got worse with every minute. When you heard the flapping of a chopper somewhere above you, you could have wept with joy, but soon got pulled back into reality when a bigger explosion rang through your ears and debris from the newly bombed open roof missed you by literal inches. After making sure neither your husband, not your children were hurt badly, you looked up to find that the chopper was not the one you had hoped for when you were looking directly into the barrel of a bomb launcher. The thought of retreating filled your mind, but before you could suggest, you saw the opposing chopper blow up in a haze of fire before a very familiar crazy laugh filled your ears - even if it was still half a mile or so away. More explosions rang through the enemy lines and the shift in power was immediately feelable. You had just won the upper hand. Five ropes were lowered around you and soon after you found yourself surrounded by your former team - or rather one version of it, the suicide squad never really being one to keep stagnate. “Did ‘ya miss us sugar?” Harley crackled as she fell around your neck, hugging you with one arm while the other was occupied with shooting an enemy that had been charging at the six of you. “You wouldn’t believe how much,” you smiled and - after quickly greeting the rest of the team - got back to fighting. Dick and Jason joined the fight shortly before the end - before your win - and were surprised by the people who were fighting in such a harmony with their mother that it looked like they had been fighting with you for years, but with the fight still going on they had little time to care about it too much. The twelve of you together had an easy time fighting against the gangs and it only took a few minutes more before you left unconscious, dead (the suicide squad had no no-killing rule after all) and tied up gang members for the police to lock up. The squad's chopper had been severely damaged during the fight so the five went with you to a second-emergency base on the outskirts of Gotham to wait for Waller to send them a pick-up, leaving you with a bit of time to catch up with your old mates. While you were laughing and talking to Harley, Rick, Floyd, Digger and Tatsu like you were old friends who haven’t seen each other in a while, Bruce standing a few feet behind you - keeping up his grim persona, but not stopping you from interacting with the (mostly) villains - your children were at the other side of the room completely dumbfounded at the way their mother was acting.

“Remember that time Waller almost blew up your head because you thought it was a good idea to play pranks in the base?” you asked laughing, the others joining you. “Yeah, well, how was I supposed to know she’d react to a bit of water like that,” Dagger shrugged, but smiled at the memory. “Can’t believe it’s been so long already since I left, it feels like yesterday I almost cut your eyes out,” you smiled - you much like Katana not having been there as a criminal, but rather as a guard yourself. “Hey, if you want back, we’d gladly take you in, I still think Waller considered planting a bomb in your head just so that you would come back and bring some order back,” Rick shrugged, but you just shook your head. “Thank you, but no thank you, I have a life here now. Also I don’t think Hubby would like that too much,” you giggled a little and blew a kiss at Bruce, who responded only with a stern nod in an interaction that your children would have usually found hilarious if they weren’t so occupied with staring. “Ya’know sugah, Ah love attention, Ah really do, but even Ah get uncomfortable if dah little batlings keep on starin’ like tha’,” Harley nudged your shoulder and nodded into the direction of your children. “Oh, don’t mind my little ones, they just didn’t know about my time at the suicide squad,” you shrugged, well aware that you were going to have a lot to explain later on.

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purple-goo-writes · 3 years

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Cut My Strings And Watch Me Fade Away

Part 1

Marinette couldn't believe it as she sat crying on a park bench outside the Gotham City Airport. This was just the possible thing that could happen to her this week. Somehow Lila managed to switch her plane ticket for the trip back home from New York City. Instead of landing in Paris, France. She was in Gotham City, New Jersey...

If she hadn't been left behind at the hotel and already in a rush not to be left behind maybe she would have been able to notice the switch. But she no longer has Tikki to help her keep track of things or any friends left- Not since Master Fu took back the miraculous after the defeat of Hawkmoth and Adrien had to live with his aunt in London due to the hostility towards him in Paris.

And she didn't even have money for another ticket or a way to call her parents to get money as her phone was dead and her charger was in her suitcase. Which she couldn't find in the baggage claim. It felt like she was going to drown in her tears as Marinette tried to think of what she should do. Where had all her good luck gone?

"Oh you poor dear, what's with all the tears?" The question startled he from her wallowing and Marinette looked up surprised at the pretty blonde woman who had set down beside her on the bench. The seventeen years old sniffled as she tried to wipe them away, her French accent thick thanks to her emotional state, "I am stranded and have no way to get back home nor do I have money to pay for a hotel tonight."

"How did'ya end up stranded here? Come on ya can tell Auntie Harley all about it, Sugah."

The blonde turned on the bench to face Marinette as she spoke, taking a compact out of the pocket of her trench coat flipping it open as she started to check her makeup. Harley looked over her over-sized sunglasses to show that she was listening as she straightened her headscarf, “Come on, sug, don’t leave me hangin’ here. Tell Auntie everything.”

For some reason, Marinette found herself unloading a heavily edited version of the last 4 years and how when she finally thought everything was looking up she ended up stranded in Gotham due to Lila’s actions. Marinette dabbed her eyes with the handkerchief Harley handed her as she started crying again, “And now I can’t even call my parents because my phone is dead and my luggage was lost. I have no way of accessing my bank accounts due to being overseas and I had only brought enough money for the school trip. I don’t know what I’m going to do.” “Oh, that is really shitty luck, hun,” The blonde shook her head while reapplying her black lipstick before asking, “Ya never did tell me ya name, sweetheart.” The noirette blushed before apologizing, “I’m so sorry! Here I am telling you my life story and I haven’t even introduced myself! My names Marinette, Marinette Dupain-Chenge.” “Marinette? What a lovely name,” A rather disturbing grin spread across the pale woman’s face, “And how old are ya, sweetie?”

Marinette blinked in confusion, “I’m seventeen, though I will be turning eighteen this summer. Why do you wanna know?” “Oh, no reason,” Harley giggled before leaning in rather close bringing the compact up to her lips, before taking a deep breath and blowing a cloud of white powder into Marinette’s face.

Marinette coughed as she had inhaled the powder in surprise, waving her hands in front of her face trying to get it away. Her vision started to fade and she started to feel weird....Floaty almost. “Wh-what did you do to me...” “Just a little Knock Out Powder,” Harley cooed stowing the compact away as two burly men with face painted like clowns came out of the shadows, “Ya really shouldn’t trust strangers in Gotham, sweetie. Now be good fah Auntie and take a nice...long...Nap.” “Why....” Marinette swayed as she tried to focus on the woman in front of her, eyes dilating as the powder took full effect and she started to loose consciousness, “Why....”

Before fainting only to be caught and picked up by one of the men accompanying Harley. The jester giggled and clapped her hands as the three of them began walking away from Gotham Airport as the sun began to set, “Oh, Puddin’ is going to be so happy! She’s just what we need!”

#maribat #Cut My Strings #Timari

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frostahesmegabite · 3 years

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A Sleepless Feast

@daily-writing-challenge - Day 10 - Sleepless/Feast [ Warning; Blood. ]

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “That woman is headed towards his Death Chamber. Is saving her worth everything you have? Because that is what it may very well cost.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “We think that you’ve been cursed and that… that connection is still open.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Zocalo was particularly warm and sticky tonight for some reason. Air barely moved and when it did, all it accomplished was reminding someone how badly it was needed. Megahes tosses and turns in his bed, unable to gather comfort despite how well Naturasu tried to wear him out after their date night. His body was beaten and bruised, used up, but that was just how he liked it! Despite his exhaustion, both mental and physical, sleep comes in the late hours of night transitioning to early morning. Something wakes him with a start before his eyes can properly settle into sleeping and a grunting groan occurs while he looks about. Naturasu must have gotten up to use the bathroom or something. She was missing, that must have been what it was. His eyes roll and he flops back, taking a pillow to cover his head and face just to moan in irritation into its feathery contents. “Come tha fuuuck ooon man… I just wanna sleep.” He proceeds to pull the pillow off, feeling night air cool his sweat covered face immediately, but it isn’t this sensation that causes him to slow. His eyes glue to the pillow, realizing that what has his face wet and cooling, isn’t sweat. It’s blood. His fingers come to his face, tracing over to make sure this is right. His eyes weren’t deceiving him. It was true, Nat and himself definitely enjoyed their hardcore fun on a very regular occasion, but that was cleaned up and dried long ago by now. This was fresh. New. Concern quickly begins to fill his veins and he pushes himself off the bed and goes to the bathroom door, pushing it open. Nothing. Naturasu wasn’t there and this prompts him to begin moving room to room, his speed increasing with each one that was empty. By the time he was done, he was practically running through the house, sweaty feet slapping the floor in wet claps before he ended up back in their bedroom. Naturasu was back… maybe he just walked past her? Missed her somehow in his fear. That must have been it. He sighs, smiling and heads to bed, sitting on the edge of his side just to run his hands over his now dry face. The mess, forgotten now that he knew Nat was at least safe. He climbs in and with the fear of something having exhausted him further, he rolls over to pull himself up against Nat’s back. A warm smile comes to his face as he places his cheek to her back, feeling her body, her warmth… Only. Her flesh feels… cold, oddly so and it makes him rub against her, realizing that what he was feeling wasn’t her flesh, but cold, hard steel. He freezes. Eyes slowly peel open and just in time to allow him to jerk backwards as metal ruptures and a multitude of wires and cords rip free, shining a blinding white light into his face. Naturasu’s body is raised higher and higher until her metal puppet, so delicately tailored to look exactly like her, hangs like a marionette on a string. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Seeing is believing ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A voice echo’s from within the source, from within the metal body and core of the Naturasu before him. His hands reach out towards her feet, almost begging and pleading in silence to have her given back with no harm. All he wanted was her and she was right there! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Believe in Me Offer your Soul ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ No words are able to reach his lips but the muscles in his spine begin to atrophy and knot, his back bends hard and he falls, curling in the bed, barely able to move let alone look up at

her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Defiler ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Naturasu’s body is snapped forward and ragdolls out as it collides with him. The casing explodes, wires suddenly entangle and encompass his body and proceed to contract and constrict, claiming him inch by inch until finally, his red eyes are even overcame and he is cocooned, devoured upon the bed, left to rot as the mechanical mass overtakes his form. He jolts so sharply, so suddenly, that he nearly kicks Naturasu off the bed, causing her to grab at her nearby Lava-Lager mugs which had her Fire Elementals housed. “Ya okay there Sugah? Bad dream?” She asks, watching him with concern before she climbs back up into the bed in this sneaky feline fashion that she always does with him. Once closer, she slides up against his side, putting an arm across his chest as she watches. “I-Yeah… More Defiler shit. Even after all this time.” “Ya know it’s only natural. Ya gotta stop bein’ so hard on yourself. He put ya through a whole hell of’a lot Sugah.” “I know. I know… I just can’t seem to disconnect from it all.” He sighs and gives her a shallow smile. “I’m okay though now, really. Let’s try to get back to sleep, hmm?” Now, maybe, thanks to the nightmare being gone or Nat’s touch and words, his sleepless night fades and peace arrives. So much so that a small smile graces his non-blood soaked face. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A quivering mass vibrates on an altar. Its form is moist with slime and goo. “A fitting bounty, if there ever was one.” The tones of a small child mix with ominous overtones. A simple silver knife cuts into the substance, causing bright blood speckled with golden flakes to bleed free from its tissues. A fork, much the same as the knife, moves to feed our child. “Absolutely delectable.” A soft hum and sigh occurs and the utensils are put to frame our mass. “Such succulent fear, Mister Frostbite. A feast to be shared, surely.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

#fear #feast #scared #Megahes #DWC2021 #Day10DWC

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its--fandom--darling · 3 years

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Your Man

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Reader

Prompt: Your Man by Josh Turner https://youtu.be/nADTbWQof7Y

Rating: NSFW, 18+ (Vaginal sex, adult content)

This is for November 9th, it’s late, hopefully there will be a double post today.

“Baby lock the door and turn the lights down low, Put some music on that's soft and slow, Baby we ain't got no place to go, I hope you understand”

Work had been kicking your butt lately. Between that and your two very rambunctious children. You hardly ever had any time to yourself to spend with Sy. He was also busy, having joined a construction crew and started building house on top of his work at the base. Your lives were pulling the two of you in opposite directions and you hated it. You missed him and in more ways than one. You did nothing save for fall into bed exhausted next to him at night, the two of you bone tired from your busy life. So you were surprised when you pushed open the door and dropped your car keys into the bowl by the door at the silence that greeted you instead of screaming kids.

“Hello?” you called, setting your purse down and walking further into the house.

“In here, Sugah,” Sy’s voice comes from the kitchen.

You felt a smile pull at your lips and headed towards the kitchen. You let out a soft gasp at the sight of Sy standing in the kitchen with a bouquet of sunflowers. He’s dressed up slightly, in his nice jeans and a clean polo shirt.

“What’s all this?” you ask, smiling at him.

“Has it been that long that you’ve forgotten what a date looks like?” he asks, with a chuckle.

“No, I’m just confused? Where are Lydia and Alex?” you ask, running your eyes over the table. He’s clearly made you dinner and feel yourself swoon.

“At my parents til Sunday night. We’ve got the whole weekend to ourselves,” he says with a sly grin.

“I like the sound of that,” you say, stepping closer to him. You gently take the bouquet of flowers from him and lay them on table before stepping closer to him. You rest your hands on chest and smooth them over the thick muscle of his pecs. “I feel so spoiled,” you say, looking up at him with a grin.

“That’s the point, Sugah. We’ve both been so busy that I fear that I have been neglectin’ you.”

“It’s not your fault,” you whisper, sliding your hands up to cup his face. “We’ve both been busy and we’re here now,” you say, pressing up to kiss him.

He hums and wraps his strong arms around your waist. He cups your ass and gives it a squeeze before delivering a firm slap to it. You moan into his mouth before pulling away. He grins at you, “Jump, sugah.”

You do as you’re told and he lifts you easily, his massive hands wrapped around the back of your thighs as he walks you through your house.

“I've been thinking about this all day long, Never felt a feeling quite this strong, I can't believe how much it turns me on, Just to be your man”

As he walks you lavish his neck with kisses as he walks you towards your bedroom.

“I’ve missed you so much, Sy,” you breathe in his ear, before nipping at his lobe. A moan rumbles through his chest, making your nipples tighten in response.

“I’ve missed you too, darlin’, been thinking about sinking into you all day long,” he murmurs, pushing open the door to your bedroom.

You moan softly at his words, feeling heat rush through you at the thought.

He sets you down and the two of your hurriedly strip off your clothes. You stand in front of him breasts heaving as you drink in your husbands form. You’re absolutely sure that you will never tire of admiring him in his truest form. He rakes his eyes over you with just as much eagerness and even though there are days where you hate parts of your body, the way Sy’s body reacts to yours always puts your mind at ease, because no matter what he love you the way you are.

He reaches down and stroke his cock a few times before walking towards you. You back up until your knees hit the bed and you fall into the soft mattress with a soft “oof”. Sy is on you immediately, pinning you to the bed with his body, his cock hot and heavy against you stomach. You moan as he captures your nipple with his mouth, eagerly tending to it with his thumb as his fingers tease the other one.

You can’t help but pant as you thread your fingers through his soft hair, the scratch of his beard against your breasts added the best contrast to the tenderness of Sy’s tongue. When the wetness between your thighs becomes unbearable you tug on his curls. “Sy,” you whine, tugging again.

He pulls away and licks his lips, “Yes, darlin’?”

“Please,” you murmur, pushing your bottom lip out into a pout.

“Please what?” he asks, teasing you.

“You know what!” you huff, dropping your head against the mattress. Sy chuckles and leans forwards to nuzzle your neck.

“Wanna hear you say it, tell me what you want.”

“Please! I want you to fuck me!” you whine, reaching down to grab his ass for emphasis.

He growls and grinds his cock against your pelvis, making you whine. “Say it again, darlin’,” he orders.

“Fuck me, please, fuck me,” you cry, tears of frustration building in the corners of your eyes.

“I gotcha, darlin’, don’t cry,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he reaches down to guide his thick cock into your pussy.

You cling to him as he pushes into you, spreading you open for the first time in weeks and you swear for a moment you hear angels singing.

Sy pauses once he bottoms out. “Fuck, I can feel you fluttering around me already.”

You whimper and lick a bead of sweat from his neck. “Fuck me.” You order, wrapping your legs around his waist and rocking your hips up into him once.

He groans and starts to fuck into fast.

You cling to him, whispering praises in his ear as he pistons his hips into yours, he reaches down to press his fingers to your clit, rubbing figure 8’s into it with perfect precision.

You arch with a gasp, still murmuring encouragement to him. “That’s it, Sy, fuck you’re making me feel so good,” you babble, stroking his hair as he buries his face in your neck.

“Darlin’, fuck, I’m gonna,” he doesn’t even get the chance to finish sentence before he’s coming with a growl.

The throb of his cock and his nimble fingers send you over the edge with him as you cry into his neck, clinging to him as your vision whites out and you go dumb for a minute. When you come too, Sy is panting as he presses kisses along your collar bone.

“There's no hurry, Don't you worry, We can take our time, Come a little closer, Lets go over, What I had in mind”

“Well, that didn’t last as long as I had hoped,” he murmured, giving you a dopey grin.

“We’ve got all weekend to make it last, don’t worry, I don’t think I’m going to let you leave this bed.”

He chuckles, “Normally, I’d agree but the dinner I made is waiting on us downstairs and we are going to need our energy.”

You sigh and let him go. “Bring it up her, we’ll have a bed picnic.”

He smiles and kisses your forehead, “I like the way you think, (y/n/n).” He tugs on his boxers and backs through the door. “I’ll be back in two shakes of lambs tail, don’t you worry, darlin’.” He says, winking at you.

You roll your eyes and wrap yourself in the sheet before sitting up against the headboard, happily and thoroughly fucked.

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#captain syverson x reader #smut #day9 #its late #SongsforSy

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bamfdaddio · 3 years

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X-Men Abridged: 1981 - Bonus: Avengers Annual 10/What If? 27

The X-Men, those Claremontian mutants that have sworn to protect a world that hates and fears them, are a cultural juggernaut with a long, tangled history. Want to unravel this tapestry? Then read the Abridged X-Men! [more here]

(Avengers Annual 10 & What If? 27) - by Chris Claremont and Mary Jo Duffy, Michael Golden and Jerry Bingham

Avengers? You’re not here for Avengers! Let me make the following counterpoint:

Holy eye shadow, Rogue!

See, Avengers Annual 10 is less about the Avengers and more about three other things:

The rehabilitation of Carol Danvers who, after this, has had her fill of the Avengers and becomes an honorary member of the X-Men;

Spider-Woman and the X-Men trying to figure out what has happened to Ms. Marvel;

Mystique trying to spring her Brotherhood from prison, using a secret weapon: Rogue.

Depending on my mood that day, I might name Rogue as my favourite-ever X-Man, so I really could not skip her debut issue. Instantly iconic, all of this:

Her streak;

Her signature green outfit with hoodie;

Her accent.

Queen.

I love how Claremont once again almost effortlessly introduces a strong female character, one that single-handedly takes down three of the strongest Avengers. Also note how free Rogue still is with her powers: fun, flirty, without the tragic can’t-touch-anyone-angle that will define her for the next three decades.

I’m sorry, am I getting ahead of myself?

This story begins as a whodunit: who pushed an amnesiac Carol Danvers off the Golden Gate Bridge and stole her mind? For that matter, where did she came from? Wasn’t she happily married and pregnant in some alternative dimension last time the readers saw her? Spider-Woman rescues her from the choppy water and calls Professor Xavier to help out. He manages to retrieve the Jane Doe’s identity and knows who attacked her: a woman named Rogue.

Rogue, meanwhile, skulks about the Avengers Mansion, first taking out Captain America and then attacking Thor.

Considering what this comic is about, I don’t believe Hawkeye’s throwaway mysognism is accidental here.

Rogue’s powers work as follows: through touch, she can steal other people’s powers and memories. The longer she touches someone, the longer she’ll have them - with the looming threat of the theft becoming permanent.

After absorbing Thor, Rogue is faced with three Avengers who’s powers she can’t absorb - Spider-Woman (covered in a suit); Vision (robot) and Wonder Man (being of pure energy? Idk, I’m not really familiar with him other than his bromance with Beast). Hoping the three powers she has in her arsenal - Ms. Marvel’s, Thor’s and Cap’s - will be enough, Rogue flees.

Mystique, meanwhile, has duped Iron Man by pretending to be the Wasp and has paralysed Tony Stark in his suit with some sort of device. She picks up the powered-up Rogue and their plan becomes clear:

Rogue immediately earns her place in my heart by using billionaire Tony Stark the way the Coyote uses anvils. (Also note the odd way of spelling ‘sugah’.)

I love how both the Brotherhood and the X-Men continually pull focus from the Avengers: for an Avengers-comic, it's surprising how much they're pushed to the background. Again, this makes sense if you know what this issue really is about, but that won’t become clear until the epilogue. I don’t mind, it means we get a ton of great moments, like the Blob calling Mystique ‘Misty’:

My God, this era’s Destiny/Mystique is even more obvious than 90’s Rictor/Shatterstar.

A battle erupts. One funny moment is actually seeing Destiny fight. I’ve never really read comics about this incarnation of the Brotherhood and my collection mostly takes off after Legion Quest, so I mostly know Destiny posthumously. I always figured that, as a villain, she stood somewhere off on the side, delivering cryptic messages. I never realized she was the one to almost shoot Senator Kelly, nor that her powers are this practical.

X-Men drinking game rule 11: Drink anytime someone fatshames the Blob.

The fight is pretty evenly matched until Spider-Woman releases Iron Man from Mystique’s little trap. Soon, the Avengers overwhelm the Brotherhood. While Mystique and Rogue manage to flee, Destiny, Avalanche, Pyro and the Blob are detained again.

With the main antagonists sorted, we return to the actual storyline: the rehabilitation of Ms. Marvel. Professor X has managed to tease her out of her catatonic state and offers her therapy to restore her missing memories and powers. (The ones stolen by Rogue.) The Avengers, not fully understanding why Carol won’t ask them for help, eventually come by for a house call.

Carol asks the X-Men to leave while the Avengers gingerly confront her. It’s very awkward.

“Fuck the Avengers. Taking my beer.” - Wolverine, probably.

See, what all this refers to is the rape of Ms. Marvel. I haven’t read the particular comic in which this happens (Avengers 200), so if you want all the details, I’ll refer you to this article. Before I get into the details, it’s important to note that Claremont was the writer for Carol Danvers in her solo-series, giving her agency and turning Ms. Marvel into a three-dimensional character. The title was then cancelled and Carol was shuffled off to the Avengers. (Rogue was, in fact, planned to make her debut in that the solo-Ms. Marvel series, as one of Ms. Marvel’s new antagonists. Presumably, Rogue would steal her powers there, too. We all know Claremont loves to strip his heroes and heroines of their powers to show they’re even more badass without them.)

As an Avenger, Carol was wooed by some other-dimensional dude/entity named Marcus. He courted her by giving her flowers, worshipping the ground she stepped on and, oh yeah, ‘subtly’ influencing her mind to make her fall in love with him and consequently impregnating her.

Yes.

Now, Claremont is no stranger to putting his characters through their paces and he gleefully makes use of the whole mental manipulation-trope. In fact, telepathically coercing someone to fall in love with you is absolutely what Mastermind did to Jean Grey: he probably violated her just as much as Marcus did Carol. The difference is how it’s treated in the narrative: Mastermind’s actions are never laughed away or apologized for and are the direct cause for his downfall. They help trigger Jean’s transformation to the Dark Phoenix, whose first deed is taking out her fury on ‘Jason Wyngarde’.

That’s… not what happened with Ms. Marvel. There, the narrative condones Marcus’ actions by framing it as ‘her happy ending’ (married and pregnant, yay!), something which is celebrated by the Avengers.

This is where Carol calls them out for their bullshit.

We call this ‘The Reason You Suck’-Speech. It’s a thing of beauty.

The Avengers depart, tail between their legs, and Carol hangs out with the cool X-kids from now on. For now, at least.

So, this issue is not only a landmark because it’s where Rogue debuts, but you can also see Chris Claremont going to bat for one of characters: he (presumably reluctantly) gave back the character of Carol Danvers when her solo was cancelled, proceeded to see how terribly they massacred his girl and then claimed that ownership right back.

Good for you, Claremont.

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The “What If… the Phoenix Had Not Died”-issue is kind of boring, because it’s basically a rehash of the Phoenix Saga. Why am I paying attention to it? Because of the (mild) gore (and because the Avengers Annual wouldn’t fill a whole post). Anyway, it’s like watching a Final Destination-movie: it’s silly, light on plot and never a particularly thought-provoking movie, but it’s still fun to see all those people inventively but haplessly die.

Plot! Instead of committing suicide on the moon, the Shi’ar strip Jean of her powers after her trial. Jean is trapped in a barren mental state, almost feeling like she's a veggie. But Jean's powers refuse to remain dormant: slowly, her telepathy returns.

When Galactus threatens the Shi’ar homestead, Lilandra summons the X-Men as her champions. Jean embraces her Phoenix-side and defeats Galactus. Everyone is grateful and super-convinced Jean can handle the Phoenix this time! Yay!

And, because that battle with Galactus took a lot out of her, Jean decides she can have a little asteroid. As a treat. She keeps slipping up on her diet, supping on the occasional meteor and lonely planet to keep her power levels up. It turns out to be a slippery slope: finally, she consumes another star (in an uninhabited system! And a small one! How dare you judge her!), but when she returns to the mansion…

The absolute worst moment to forget you have powers, Kitty.

Xavier attempts to bind the Phoenix, but last time, Jean helped him fight from within. This time, there's not much Jean left. Without breaking a sweat, the Phoenix wipes his brain. But she doesn’t stop there. Maybe the Phoenix remembers that, last time, she was undone by the principles of “friendship is magic”. This time, she’s determined to not let it get so far.

It’s absolutely bone-chilling.

And the stars blinked As they watched her carefully Jealous of the way she shone - Atticus

I wonder if there’s a rhyme or reason to the way Jean murders her friends: is it random? Does she go for the ones she loves the most first? Does she save Cyclops for last, knowing killing him might trigger Jean to respond?

The narration mentions that the three remaining X-Men are the most powerful ones: Polaris, Havok and Cyclops. (I would’ve swapped in Storm for Cyclops, but whatever.) They have formulated a quick plan: Polaris pulls focus while Havok and Cyclops shift into position. Phoenix disintegrates Polaris while Havok and Scott try and blast Phoenix to smithereens.

But at the last moment, Scott can’t. Havok’s blast alone is not enough. Phoenix shoots him through the heart and then, finally, kills Cyclops. That’s when Jean resurfaces, realizing what she’s done. She can’t take it - she’s in the mood to dissolve in the sky, as per Virginia Woolf - and she lets the Phoenix take over.

Phoenix finally lives up to her potential: The End of All That Is.

It's a mediocre plot with a lame ramp-up to a terrifying conclusion. In the regular universe, the thing that triggers the Phoenix is the utter violation of Jean’s body and mind; here, it’s being confronted by Kitty. One is the proverbial red cloth in front of the bull, the other is being assaulted by an ineffective wet cloth. The Phoenix Saga is iconic because all the pieces were carefully put in place; this just feels rushed an unearned.

Also, the Watcher is full of shit. You can’t say you don’t pass judgment whilst simultaneously comparing the merits of one tragedy to the other. Shut up, Uatu.

Check back next week for your regularly scheduled X-Men Abridged! It’s time for 1982 and the brood saga!

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