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k2ssland · 11 months

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connie springer found himself crushing on one of his pretty little college girl clients . . . it started when you discovered him through a mutual on campus who deemed he produced the best quality weed in the area and in addition, he was undeniably sexy. curiosity swarmed your mind to see if the weed he was really all that.

even though you rarely indulged in smoking—the only times being for anxiety relief, you got his number and worked up the courage to text. agreeing on a time for his delivery, you sat on your porch, heart pounding through your chest while anticipating his arrival. and he pulled up a little after twelve-thirty am blasting xavier wulf, disturbing all your poor sleeping neighbors. nervously approaching his coupe as he rolled his five percent tinted window down simultaneously lowering the music to a normal level.

"yo, what you doin' buyin' from me, lil' college girl?" was the first thing the brunette-headed beauty said to you. connie's hazel eyes shamelessly trace your plush brown skin body from your fresh goddess braids to the white painted toes in your christian dior sandals.

immediately, his masculine musk mixed with marijuana swarmed your nose and overstimulated your senses making you dizzy. connie leaned back comfortably in his seat and no seat belt in sight, he now tucked his hands into his grey nike sweats, revealing the inseam of his red psds and a glimpse of his perfectly sculpted abdomen. tattoo sleeves ran up both of his muscular arms all the way to his chest.

"the others at yo school usually want rocks, but it's only green ova here." he spoke in a deep tone with a slightly foreign accent, licking his plump cotton candy lips after speaking and slightly showing the blinged-out grills secured to his teeth.

"boy, what the hell? i'm not here for cocaine, that's not what my people do." distraught and snapped out of your daydream by his reply, you painted an almost disgusted look on your face and his laughter erupted throughout the car.

between his laughter, he subtly apologized and continued on with the deal. you apprehensively played it off as you had a big test the following day and simply needed something to calm your nerves, knowing damn well you just wanted to see the infamous sexy dealer in your college town up close.

"oh, word? that's wassup mami. te deseo buena suerte."

he slid an extra ounce in your bag and shrugged it off as a miscount, but the real reason simply being that he was enticed by your beauty. a few days later, before you even finished what you already had, you called him up for another eighth just so you could see his gorgeous face again.

after delivering to you numerous times, he finally asked you out on his version of a date, which was matching in front of a breathtaking view, talking about aliens n conspiracy theories, and after, treating you to whatever munchies craving you possessed.

eventually, connie cautiously opened you up to his world, sometimes allowing you to accompany him on his late-night deliveries whenever you had insomnia. it was definitely different from what you'd known, you wondered to yourself how you, the girl who completely devoted herself to her school, producing top-of-the-line grades, came from a supportive and loving family, ended up skipping class to ride passenger princess in a sexy drug dealer's bmw who knew nothing but the streets.

you knew it was bad and so did he, you two had no business being together, but it was just something about you—something about him.

from you being so oblivious to his street slang and always following up with, "um connie . . . what does that mean?" and vice versa, the way you articulated words only captivated him more, asking you to educate him on their meanings and slowly applying them to his lingo. he admired how you spoke properly regardless of your black friends accusing you of being white-washed because of your pwi.

eventually, he taught you how to weigh his loads, putting your own touch on them by packaging them into pink plastic baggies with their name, amount, and a heart around it.

"mami, they gon' think i went all soft and shit now," is what he told you every time regardless of him finding it adorable.

he thought your innocence and intelligence were alluring and for your sake, he knew he should've kept it strictly professional business, but he wanted to ruin you.

his aspiration only grew larger after one night, participating in a mini competition amongst yourselves to see who would tap out first while smoking as many blunts as possible.

your deep brown eyes were low n red after two, ready to quit due to the feeling of immense drowsiness. feeling as if you were on another planet, you brazenly confessed a few secrets of yours before falling asleep in his arms—one being that you had never had sex before. the thought of connie popping your sweet cherry made him brick up instantly. he would’ve took you right then and there in the backseat of his car, but he wanted you to be completely conscious for it.

teaching you his ways was only the beginning, not only did he want to corrupt your mind, he desired to take over your entire body like a vicious plague.

you sheepishly admitted that being in his scene terrified you but he assured you, "i promise nothin' will happen to you as long as you wit me, mamacita."

he later conceded to you that he was always strapped with his glock-19 and in a way, that made him even sexier. he pulled the weapon out of his baggy sweats and laid it on his lap for you to comprehend. you blurted out asking if he had ever used it on someone.

"ignorance is bliss, ain’t that right, bae?” giving you a small smile alongside a chuckle, continuing on with his delivery route as if nothing happened.

he dropped you home later that night and it was spent under your baby pink silk sheets, one hand tightly resting on your breast, the other rubbing over your aching clit. soft mewls of his name escaped your lips while fantasizing about him holding his loaded gun to your head, finger just shy of the trigger as he fucked you dumb. you messily came undone all over yourself and from that day on, your worries about safety never resumed.

the next thing you knew, connie's plan had you exactly where he wanted you to be. his big body hovering over your adorably small one in comparison and looking down upon you hungrily with low bloodshot eyes, making you indecisive of if the sight was sexy or terrifying, or both.

legs spread onto the dip of his buff shoulders, gold anklet dangling in his face and his precum-soaked tip aimed at your entrance. it was everything you had fantasized about; thick, circumcised, and pretty. veins protruding from the base to his baby pink tip, the same color as your thong he pulled aside.

"wait! wait—connie, before you continue, i need to tell you something.” the fear was evident in your eyes, shakily placing your small chubby hand on his toned lower stomach to avoid him proceeding further.

"oh, that you're a virgin?"

"wait, wait what?" eyes widening, your brows lowering with confusion.

"you do lots of talkin' when you're high, but even without you tellin' it was obvious." his copper eyes briefly shifted towards the chastity ring that never left your finger.

"fuck you, connie."

"oh yea? fuck me, baby? nah, fuck you."

audibly gasping at the sudden aggressive shift into your slit and taking in all of his inches. a smug grin painting his face once he watches the pretty virgin trying to adjust to his length, the stretch embarrassingly being nearly unbearable for you.

"t'hurts," your brown irises rolling to the depths of your skull and he needily bucked his hips against you, balls deep inside of your pussy, slapping against the fat of your ass with no remorse.

“c–connie it’s t’much . . . i can’t.” while gripping onto the sheets as if your life depended on it, light tears swell your sweet doe eyes and your eyelashes meeting with your flushed cheeks from tightly clenching your eyes shut. your pussy crying for him as well, coating his cock with sticky cream ring.

"awn you can't take it, baby? i thought it was fuck me though, right?" he purred in a condescending tone, his russet eyes narrowing before increasing his pace, watching the way your pussy swallowed his dick whole.

"m'sorry . . . connie, m'so so sorry, please."

"m'so sorry," connie embarrassingly mocks your tone creating nearly the same pitch as your shaky voice. his veiny hand wrapped around your neck restricting your breath to a minimum and making you dizzy while soft mewls slithered out of your lips, pain mixing with a foreign feeling of pleasure.

"actin' so innocent all the damn time n yet here you are, pretty pussy creamin' all over my dick." his words spilling from his lips like an addictive poison to your brain.

"ease up f'me princesa, with you clenchin' like that m'not gonna last long." connie's voice coos in your ear as he positions your legs all the way over his shoulders to allow him to plant harsh kisses on your bruised cervix to where you couldn't think straight. gripping your plush thick body in the sweaty palms of his hand and squirming underneath his weight. the room filled with lewd sloppy squelching noises from your pussy suctioned onto the length of his shaft.

your short french tip nails dug into his sweat-glistened skin leaving crescent moons behind and you weren't even fighting back anymore, you embraced it. nuzzling into his chest and wrapping your hands around his neck as he thrusts inside of your tummy.

"oo my gosh, connie. m'gonna cum." your arch faltering, yearning for the sweet release that doing it yourself could never fulfill. his hips angled directly at your sweet spot sending warm n fuzzy shocks through your body.

his dick twitched inside of you and you knew he was close as well based off of his sloppier thrusts. so pussy drunk from your sopping cunt he didn't even hear you talking, he just continued with his pace.

your core tightened and the utmost sensational orgasm ripped out of you. it only took a few more weak strokes to lead to his thick sticky ribbons of goo shooting inside of you and painting your walls completely white.

"connie . . . do drug dealers have hookups to plan b's too?"

#connie springer #plug!connie #connie x black reader #connie x reader #connie springer x black reader #connie springer smut #connie smut #aot x chubby reader #aot x black reader #aot smut #anime x black!reader #anime x chubby reader #aot #attack on titan #dominican!connie #┆ ⤿ ⌗ kannarie’s works .ᐟ ₊˚⊹♡

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no1deepspacehater · 3 months

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NSFW ABC's - Xavier !

A/N: Zayne is up next for this one! Minors look away ofc! Also some minor spoilers in letters E and K

Enjoy!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Mostly, he’s so ready to sleep, but if that doesn’t fit your needs, he stays up for you. Need a shower? He’ll help you wash up. Something to eat? He’s not the best cook but cereal after sex always hits the spot anyways.

His most preferred aftercare is after a cold shower, you both just cuddle each other to sleep. You’re his favourite teddy bear to hold.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For him, his arms. Strong and buff from years, and I mean years, of sword practicing. Upper body strength of the Gods, perfect for holding you up with he fucks you against the wall, or just caging you in while you ride him. Grip his arms in any position and he’s beaming.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Moderate amount when he cums BUT he leaks. One stroke and his dick is wet. Prefers to cum inside/with a condom just because it gets sticky and messy, but is SO more than down if you want him to cum anywhere else.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

While masturbating has accidentally came on one of the plushies you gave him. He fell asleep right after and it left a stain he couldn’t wash out. Said plushie is now hidden away where you’ll never find it, and when you ask him about it he always says he lost it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

SPOILERS FOR HIS LORE!

Ok so here’s my headcanons, he’s either:

Has NEVER had sex because, well, he only wants you. Probably doesn’t watch porn for the same reason. Most knowledge he’s have is conversations with close friends but no hands on work.

HAS had sex before, but with previous lifetimes/timelines of you. Kinda more fun to work with this one because, he’d know all your sensitive spots, even ones you don’t know about. He’d now just how to rile you up and have you seeing literal stars.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

When he has energy or is in that type of mood: variations of missionary, I feel like he’d be into wall sex.

Other than that, as long as your on top of him and he could see your face, he’s happy. Sometimes he’ll let you do your thing while he’s being a little pillow princess, othertimes he’s the one in absolute control even though you’re above him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Always light giggles here and there because you both are being so cute. Sometimes though he’s not serious but he gets in this focused/locked in type of mode when you both are having particularly passionate sex.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

HEAR ME OUT HERE!! Rarely clean shaven just because he’d literally rather sleep. It’s not a jungle, but definitely had to start keeping it lower when you both do start to get intimate. I’d say once a week at least, once every two weeks at least. Now listen closely, he’s got a happy trail, nobody argue with me. His hair down there is a bit darker/browner than his actual hair, but it’s still pretty light that if you look too fast you’ll miss it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s a sappy little alien boy. Always showering you with praises so most of the time you’re a smiling blushing mess, which makes him smile as well. Even when he’s being dominant he’s calling you cute little pet names, anddd he’s got that smug little snark that’s just waiting for you to challenge him so he could show you who really is the most powerful here.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t really do it much because sleep >> anything else. When he does have to release some pent up energy he generally just does it to get it out of the way and falls back asleep. Sometimes falls asleep dick in hand mid stroke.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I feel like he would be into roleplay. It’d take him a while to bring it up, but once he does it kinda helps him to actually express his emotions more in a way? But having you dress up as different things turns him on as well (the maid outfit is not surviving the night).

Also hear me out on this I feel like he’d have a pregnancy kink. (SPOILER: Something about you both living long enough to have a family) You’d just look sexy with a belly to him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His or your place, where you can really let go. As for specifics:

The bed, the kitchen counter, the bathroom, the couch, to the windowww to the wall. As long as your both comfortable, he’s so down to screw you anywhere.

But thats not to say you both haven’t gotten... freakaayyy in the staff room closet at work once or twice... or five times.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Though he can just hear your name and he’s turned on, he particularly likes when you sass him back or give a little attitude. It’s like a declaration of sexual war between you two and he’s adamant that he wins.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Won’t bruise you too hard or hurt you in a serious way (like blood and stuff). He can’t, he just can’t. Hard choking as well is uncomfortable for him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Lives for eating you out/giving head. Even if he’s too tired for penetration he’s got more than enough energy for you to sit on his face and just let him go wild. Or literally he’ll get on his knees and just keep going harder everytime you tug his hair when he’s hitting a sweet spot. Will literally overstimulate you every time because he’s just having so much fun.

As for receiving, he doesn’t ask for it much but would neverrr decline. He twitches so much and constantly has to hold himself back from bucking his hips up and shoving his dick down your throat. Hearing you swallow all of his cum makes him literally orgasm a second time.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast, no, rarely. Slow, sensual, rough in an almost primal like way but still soft? Yes! He needs to feel every bit of you, and make sure you’re feeling every bit of him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Appreciative of a good quickie. Though he’s more qeen on having ample time to do with you what he wants, there has been situations where he’s had to pull you to an empty room and set a new world record for the both of you. Sometimes the both of you are at home doing the nasty when you get called to a mission, and then suddenly it’s a race for time lol.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

If it’s for you, he’ll try anything (within reason). He is a risk taker as well, because really to him it’s not a risk if he’s going to succeed anyway. Just has to make sure he’s thought of every outcome and weighed out the pros vs cons, which he can decide very quickly when you’re looking at him like that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Depends on how much time between the rounds. After round one, let him take a quick nap and he’s back on it like white on rice. Anything more than that will require a full day of sleeping with cuddles with you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I feel like personally he never bothered with toys, but would not be opposed to use one on you. It’s like having another way to satisfy you (and tease you endlessly). He likes to feel your touch rather than a toy but he’s okay with anything you want mostly.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s such a switch, honestly. One day he’s begging for you and the next he’s making YOU beg until you literally can’t handle it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

This man is a moaner and whimperer. He tries to hold it back mostly so it’s a lot of hot whimpering and mumbling at first but keep riling him up he’ll get louder. Says your name like a prayer always.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Turns your plushies around before you guys have sex, all of them. He says he doesn’t want to taint their innocence.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Thick in diameter, average sized in length. Definitely a shower but it’s pretty like him in every way anyway. Has one (1) prominent vein that hits just right. Colour just slightly darker than his skin colour (he’s pretty pale so) but tip is a light pink (#E6C5AD, if you will). Turns more red as he’s about to cum/is stroking or whatever. Yes I have thought a lot about this.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Having to wait lifetimes for your lover can leave you pretty wanting at times. That being said Xavier doesn’t really indulge in himself too often, and he’s quite the sleeper so in general it’s pretty low. But it can lead to some fun times where he’s just teasing you forever.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Like a LIGHT. After proper aftercare he is ready for the nap of his life.

#l&ds #love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #l&ds xavier #lads x reader #l&ds x reader #love and deep space #lauve and deepspace #lads xavier #lads

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dreamerinthemoonlight · 1 month

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Love and Deepspace Guys with an S/O that Craves Affection

Original Ask:

੭ ᐕ)੭*⁾⁾hii! i just wanted to say that i lov your works, especially the love and deepspace hcs, and i wanted to request the Love and deepspace boys with a reader who craves attention and love because they never got it from their family.

thxx have a wonderful dayy!

CW: none? Maybe hurt/comfort, gn!reader

A/N: hoenstly, this one was a little rougher to write. Not that I mind, but I'm fairly familiar with the feeling, and dredging up old BS is never fun. That said, I like imagining our boys in these kinds of situations. It's very theraputic

Requests are OPEN

Rafayel

Honestly, I think of the boys, he's the person who would have the hardest time

It's not that he's not affectionate, but part of his personality is that indirect, teasing method of communication

In this particular situation, I feel like you would need a very direct form of affection

I do think fish boy would be very willing to I've that affection, especially in a physical form. He seems like the sort who would really enjoy cuddles, but getting praise and affection directly is not going to be as easy

If you're direct about your needs, however, he will do his best. He doesn't want to alienate you and he really does want to give you the best he can

On the other hand, 100% expect him to give your family no respect whatsoever. Raf is totally willing to be rude and even more aloof than he is normally and he may very well not even give them the time of day

Your family wants to visit? Nah. He's just going to recommend a visit to the beach instead. If you are, somehow, on good terms with your parents he's going to take a lot of persuading to get into the same room, much less be cordial. Granted, it's hard enough to get him to consider a social engagement to start with, so that's not really a deviation from normal behavior

Xavier

Sweet, sweet, sleepy Xavi is the exact opposite of Raf. He is amazing at this, in part because affection comes very easy to him--at least after you get together

He is super fond of cuddles and time spent together and anything like that, so giving it is a natural extension of that

I will say, he's not as verbally expressive (it's kinda hard when he sleeps so much) but given that his favorite pillow is probably you, I think the point gets across quite well

The one downside is that sometimes you can be feeling particularly in need of attention and affection and well, he's asleep. Or at work. But probably asleep, so he's a bit unaware

Of course, he's totally down if you tuck yourself under his arm and cuddle anyway, but sometimes you need him awake

But he's fairly aware of this and insists that you communicate and wake him up if need be. And he will at least try to stay awake. No guarantees (I mean how the fuck does he manage to sleep standing up?), but he'll try

Zayne

Zayne is actually hard for me to peg, despite him being 100% my bias

For Zayne, action trumps words. He's a quiet person, but he's actually very demonstrative

He's also very cerebral about it and observant, so he may very well pick up on your need for attention and love before you're even aware of it yourself

He does research and definitely recommends therapy. He's well aware that it can be difficult to fulfill your needs because, well, overtime

He's a workaholic and that habit is hard to break, especially with his own issues and his care for his patients

That being said, when you're in the same place, expect a lot of affection

Whether it's holding hands, or a hand around your waist, or little things like taking care of your physical well being. He has this knack for making you feel seen and safe and cared for without verbally expressing his emotions

He also makes sure you know that if you need to call, you can. If he's free he'll never ignore you and get back to you as soon as possible

#honestly of all the fictional boys in my “to write for” list the lads men are not the ones I'd go for in this situation #Not because they don't care but because it seems so hard for most of them to actually give you what you need #Of course communication and compromise goes a long way #rafayel #rafayel love and deepspace #rafayel x reader #rafayel x gn!reader #Xavier #xavier love and deepspace #xavier x reader #xavier x gn!reader #Zayne #zayne love and deepspace #zayne x reader #zayne x gn!reader #love and deepspace #love and deepspace hcs #deepspace thinking #request: anon

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vivalarevolution · 1 year

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𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓐𝓼 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓐𝓻𝓮

Dark Tyler Galpin x Siren Reader

A/N: Request sent by anon, I hope I used the ideas well enough and everyone will enjoy this. I warn you, it's not my best work. Be aware of mistakes, english is not my native language. Work contains smut, minors do not interact.

Xavier and Y/n were each other firsts in almost everything. First friend, first love, first kiss. They were almost inseparable.

But something started to go wrong.

Maybe it was because it was first love and those were meant to fail. Not without reason this type was also called puppy love. Everything was approached with excessive excitement and an equal amount of expectations and dreams.

The girl, however, never paid much attention to it. She was in love and all that mattered to her were the feelings that the brunette had for her. What she didn't expect was that he would also give her the worst feelings known to human.

-Your coffee and a cinnamon roll - a new voice said, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Her teary eyes moved to the boy standing over her. Tyler with a warm smile put a mug in front of her, and a small plate on which lay a sweet treat.

-Thank you - she said, trying to sound normal but her voice was trembling anyway -Um, Tyler. I didn't order dessert - she remarked, looking at him expectantly.

-I know - he said, his voice like a woolen blanket on a winter's evening -But I saw my favorite girl had tears in her eyes, so I wanted to try to comfort her.

Favorite girl.

Those two words were etched into her mind like a permanent tattoo. Especially now, when her heart pounded with pain after the loss.

-It means a lot - she confessed, dropping her head to stop more tears from flowing.

-Do you want to talk about it?- he asked concerned.

-I don't know if I be able to do it - she confessed quietly, moving her gaze on the cafe window.

-If you would like, I can just sit with you, keep you company - he said.

-I would -the girl replied with a slightly ,tired smile.

Tyler sat down beside her. In silence, watching as she sipped a hot drink, occasionally picking at a sweet snack with her fingers.

He wanted to be worried, but all he could feel was unbridled joy. When his eyes saw the teenager, something in him snapped. His heart was flooded with an uncontrollable amount of obsession with the siren next to him, but since she was with Xavier he couldn't make a move, he feared he might have alienated her. But now, now nothing stood in the way, and he had come at the perfect time when Y/n was most vulnerable and susceptible on manipulation.

Grasping her smaller hand gently, he squeezed it in an act of silent comfort, and she immediately squeezed it back, looking at him as if he had saved her from all the evil in this world.

The boy smiled softly as his eyes darkened. He had her exactly where he wanted it.

-Of all the people, you chose him?- a male voice suddenly said.

The girl turned on her heel, looking incomprehensibly at the teenager. Her brows furrowed and her face took on a colder expression.

-What are you talking about, Xavier? - she asked.

-Tyler -he replied shortly.

Y/n raised her eyes in disbelief, after a moment snorting like a cat.

-It's none of your business Xavier - said the siren - Everything related to me ceased to be your business at the moment when you trampled my heart without even thinking about the consequences.

Brunet came closer to her, trying to grab her hands, but she ran away from his touch as if burned.

-Don't you remember what he and his group of friends did a year ago?- he remarked, trying to show his point of thinking.

-I remember - she said -But I'm not going to write people off for their mistakes in the past. Tyler is good, Xavier. He was with me when you broke my heart, he picked up every single piece and put it back together, not you.

She felt like she could finally breathe. Letting go of the last rope that held her emotions in a firm grip.

-I did - he began, but couldn't finish.

-No, don't explain yourself to me - she interjected in a hard tone of voice -You've done enough. I loved you Xavier, I loved you more than anything in this world, and you just ruined it like it never meant anything to you. Tell me, was it ever real for you or was it just an illusion?

-It was real, of course it was real - he whispered, catching her face in his hands - I never knew that it would hurt so much to lose you.

-You're right Xavier - she stated quietly, and he smiled thinking that the girl would come back to him, oh how wrong he was - You lost me...forever.

With these words, Y/n pushed her ex-boyfriend's hands away, turning on her heel to prevent him from seeing the tears flowing. It was the fact that she knew that no matter what he did, there would still be a part that would love him. And that terrified her like nothing else.

Walking as far as she could through the city, she found herself in Weathervane, as if her feet carried her to the only source of comfort she knew. It didn't matter that Jericho didn't just stop at the coffee shop, something always drew her there.

When Tyler saw the girl, his face immediately lit up. He loved seeing her face, no matter when, no matter where, he just had to see her, it was as important to him as oxygen itself.

-Hello my favorite girl - he said, and seeing her tremble at his words, his eyes darkened unconsciously.

He quickly learned that Y/n loves compliments just like him. She loved being seen by the people she cared about, she needed that warmth just like Galpin needed her.

-Hey - she said, rushing into his arms as soon as she saw the opportunity.

Nestling into his chest, she inhaled his scent, which was actually muffled by the coffee, or maybe the boy always smelled mostly of this? It was hard to tell.

Brunet embraced her waist, pulling her closer, almost in a possessive and jealous manner, as if no one else could look at her, only himself. Even when the cafe was empty.

-I have something for you - he confessed after a moment, twirling a strand of her hair.

-Hmm, what is it? - she asked, her big doe eyes nearly drove him crazy.

Tyler reluctantly let go of her body as he made his way to the back room, from which he emerged a moment later, holding a bouquet of red roses in his hand. Y/n widened her eyes in surprise, a blush involuntarily appeared on her face.

-Rave'N is soon - he noticed, and seeing how the girl's face beamed, he knew he hit the jackpot.

-I'm the student of Nevermore. I should have invited you, not the other way around - she remarked, walking slowly towards him.

-I noticed you like old-school romance, so I thought I'd invite you. Even if it's kind of against the rules -he stated, watching her reactions -So, Y/n, would you like to come with me to dances?

The girl smiled broadly. Taking the flowers from the boy, she kissed him on the cheek, stroking his face with her free hand.

-I would love to -she replied, smiling after a moment, exhilarated.

As Xavier's eyes landed on a particular siren, his heart involuntarily began to beat faster in his chest. She looked beautiful, like a living sculpture or a work of art brought to life. Her body was covered with a white silk material that hugged her body tightly, emphasizing every aspect of her figure, and the lace only added charm to the whole dress. Her hair, though pinned up, managed to find a way out, falling on her face in the form of a few loose strands, and her neck was decorated with a silver necklace that almost sank between the valley of her breasts.

Brunet shamelessly watched her until a man's hand came to her hip. Frowning, he shifted his gaze to the owner , who turned out to be none other than Tyler Galpin.

The teenager held her in an almost possessive grip, and in response she only fell on his torso, hiding her head in the hollow of his neck to be able to kiss the exposed part of his skin, which made him immediately shift his gaze to her, looking at her with adoration, later kissing her forehead tenderly.

-Will you dance with me? - he asked, practically purring in her ear.

Y/n smiled. Taking his hand that rested on her waist, she pulled him to the dance floor, for a moment her gaze was level with Xavier, who had not taken his eyes off her since her arrival, but this moment made her confidence diminish. Enough for her partner to notice the change in her expression instantly.

Sheriff's son sent him a warning look, turning the girl's back to the green-eyed boy, so that she focused only on him.

The teenager leveled her gaze with Tyler, and her mind immediately calmed down. Feeling his large hands on her hips, she almost melted under their influence, connecting their foreheads as they both swayed to the music.

-Can I kiss you?- he asked like a gentleman, even though his voice was low, almost dark, sending a shiver of excitement down the siren's back.

-I want you to wanna kiss me so bad that you don't even ask - she stated, looking at him through half-closed eyes.

Brunette looked at her with desire, after a moment connecting their mouth in a slow kiss. Their lips couldn't tear themselves apart, connecting almost instantly as one of them pulled away to breathe.

Boy's eyes wandered towards Xavier, who, if he could, would probably tear him apart. But he didn't care much, returning his attention to Y/n, which occupied most of his thoughts.

His hands, as if on cue, tightened on the material of her dress, involuntarily forcing her hips to move, and she allowed him to, moving as he wanted.

Y/n clung to Galpin's body, wrapping her hand around his neck to hold him even closer, even though there was absolutely no space between them. Putting her chin on his shoulder, she rocked with him, feeling him rest his head on her shoulder as well, kissing her bare collarbone.

It didn’t matter if the music around them was slow or fast, danceable, romantic or driving people completely crazy. They danced to their own rhythm, gliding on the dance floor in each other's arms, not leaving each other even for a step.

Suddenly, the girl felt something wet on her face. Opening her eyes, she lifted her face up, causing more drops to fall on her forehead and cheeks. Tyler straightened up, looking at her, wanting to know why she stood still, but seeing her face stained red, he ran his thumb over her skin, checking what had hurt her, but there was nothing under the blood. Only then did he saw that the liquid also adorned his clothes, painting his jacket scarlet.

Then chaos broke out around them. The Nevermore students crashed into each other, screaming and running to avoid the rain of blood, which turned out to be mere paint. Y/n grabbed Tyler's hand, trying to lead him away, but he ended up quickly grabbing her in his arms, taking her away from everyone, especially Xavier, who was fanatically searching for her.

-I'll take you to your dorm - he said innocently, and the teenager nodded thankfully.

-Thank you - she said, putting her hands on his neck- Do you know where to go? - she asked, slightly shocked that he hadn't asked her for direction yet.

-I figured I'd just keep walking straight - he explained quickly.

-Well, you're lucky - the girl stated, turning her head towards the corridor ahead -My room is at the end on the left - she confessed, and Tyler immediately started walking towards it.

-Can I come in? - he asked, setting her down.

-Sure. You'll be able to put on something clean, a few of your shirts are in my closet - she stated, looking away from him, slightly embarrassed by the confession.

-My shirts, hmm? - he muttered as he closed the door behind him.

-I may have borrowed one or two while I was at your place - she announced, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.

-I don't mind - he admitted, walking toward her like a predator - I like knowing you wear my stuff. It's clearer that you belong only to me, no one else -he added, catching her chin in his fingers, lifting it up.

-Tyler - the girl whispered, blushing.

-You belong to me, don't you Y/n? - he asked, his eyes darkening -Tell me the truth, don't you dare lie.

-I...- she began, almost gasping for air as the boy's hand rolled up the material of her dress, resting on her womanhood, which was covered only by the thin material of her panties.

-Come on Y/n, you're my favorite girl, and favorite girls tells the truth - he stated, pressing down on her clitoris ,which made her moan softly.

-I belong to you - she said shyly.

- Good girl - the teenager praised her, grabbing her jaw with his other hand - You deserve a reward.

-Reward? - she asked confused.

-Of course - he said, stroking her dirty face with his thumb -I'll make you feel good, very good. It's up to you if you want my fingers, my tongue... or my member, or all three.

-Tyler...I never - she began, trying to hide herself.

-Don't worry. I'll be gentle - he said tenderly - Consider it my way of convincing you - he began.

-Of what? -asked the siren.

-That I’m better -he said.

-You already are - Y/n replied honestly.

-You're just telling me what I want to hear, sweetheart? - he asked -So I’ll fuck you?

-Please - she whispered, closing her eyes.

-You already asking. So polite - he remarked - Will you tell me what you want?

-I don't know - she admitted quietly -I don't know what I want.

-Oh, you're poor thing - he murmured, kneeling before her -In that case I'll give you everything, and you'll take it.

Before Y/n could fully process the words in her mind, Tyler began feasting between her legs. The girl felt embarrassed at being so exposed for the first time, but the feeling quickly disappeared, pushed out by lust and unbridled desire.

Unable to stop herself, various sounds fell out of her mouth. Moans, whimpers and screams that she couldn't stop.

-Ty...Tyler- she moaned, clutching the wall behind her in desperation - Stop...I'm going to pee...please stop.

But those words only turned him on more.

Grasping her thighs in a firm grip, he lifted her body up so that her legs hung over his shoulders, causing her to nearly fall from the sudden movement. And seeing him lift her body with ease made her reach her endpoint with a loud, uncontrollable scream.

-So sweet - the boy purred, his voice drowned out by the fabric of her dress as he slurped her juices that squirted straight into his face.

Y/n's face turned burgundy. Her mind screamed for her to hide away from everyone while her heart pounded, becoming addicted extremely fast to the feeling that overtook her body.

She was so conflicted, yet she stayed put. Waiting to see what Tyler will do with her.

After a moment, the boy got up from his knees, towering over her again. Her flushed and embarrassed face gave him more satisfaction than he could admit. Grasping her neck, he slid his hand up to her jaw, turning her head as he wanted.

-Are you ready for the main attraction? - he asked, and the tone of his voice, so dark and dangerous at the same time, sent her far beyond her body.

Y/n was scared as much as she was excited, but didn't want to disappoint Tyler, so she nodded obediently, not trusting her own vocal cords for the moment.

Brunet turned her back to him, pressing her body against the wall, while one of his hands pulled her hips closer to his crotch. The boy brought his mouth close to her ear, gliding gently on its lobe.

-Can you feel me? - he asked, pushing his loins against her bum -You made me so hard. You always do that when you're with me, but you don't realize it, do you? You are too naive and innocent.

-I'm sorry - she whispered, not knowing what else to say.

-You don't have to apologize - he said, stroking her cheekbone -I'll make you feel exactly what I feel -he promised, imperceptibly grabbing the fabric of her dress.

The first thing the girl heard was the sound of ripping, then she felt the silk material slide off her shoulders and breasts, hanging loosely from her waist. A shiver ran down her naked back, and as the Tyler's hands pulled her clothes up, revealing her ruined underwear, her body burst into flames.

-So ruined, you look perfect - he admitted, removing the last of the material protecting her from the teenager's eyes, even though she thought he had long ago gotten rid of them - Only tears are missing... but don't worry, these will soon be on your face as well.

Removing his belt and unbuckling his pants, he pulled out his member, not without reason stroking it a couple of times, knowing full well that a pair of eyes were watching him carefully.

-It won't fit - the mermaid confessed quietly - You'll tear me apart.

-You're so wet I'm going to enter you in one fluid motion -he stated, clinging to her back again -And when I do, I'll stretch you properly, don't be afraid - he added, directing his manhood to her entrance, which was tightening again and again - See? - he whispered as half of it disappeared into her tight and warm canal.

-Too big - she said, on the verge of tears, feeling her lower belly being filled.

-Shh- whispered the green-eyed boy soothingly -You take me so well, your pussy want me inside. Don't deny it and let yourself be carried away by pleasure.

As Tyler entered her fully, he growled as her insides gripped him, not letting go, sucking him inside. Y/n, on the other hand, had never felt so stuffed, so full.

Again, he didn't let her process the situation exactly, starting to move back and forth slowly at first, testing the waters. Changing pace quickly ,obsessed with wet sounds, skin slapping against skin and feeling the outline of his member under his fingertips.

The girl leaned her forehead against the cold wall, moaning and squealing, letting him use her to his heart's content. Even when the pain mixed with pleasure became too much for her, she dutifully accepted everything he gave her, losing track of time.

Galpin snatched one orgasm out of her after another. Hitting her harder and deeper with each climax until his Y/n was barely conscious. Her mind, long clouded by lust, was unable to function and he took full advantage of it.

Finally, the tears in the girl's eyes, her sore throat and the walls of her womanhood that tightened on him made him unable to stand it, coming deep inside her. She shivered as her latest orgasm mixed with Tyler's. A sticky substance flowed from her used inside, straight to her thighs. The girl wanted to be disgusted, but deep down she felt how her desire only grew stronger, although it shouldn't have.

Her eyes began to look for those belonging to the brunet, who did not stop watching her even for a moment. Caressing her lips extremely gently and tenderly, he smiled, and adoration returned to his eyes.

Y/n like an addicted of the feeling, tried to kiss his lips again, and he easily bent down, giving her exactly what she wanted, after a moment looking back.

The siren decided to follow him, confused, only to find Xavier in the doorway staring at them with envy and a hint of lust that he couldn't contain.

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Thoughts on X-Men 97 S01E02 – Mutant Liberation Begins

TL;DR: X-Men 97’s butchering of the Trial of Magneto is more than just a bad adaptation. It’s an offensive stripping of a core part of the original story and of Magneto’s character.

The Trail of Magneto story arc in the Uncanny X-Men comics is an iconic turn for the character and the team; it is a transformation of an enemy turned friend. But that is not all the story represents. Delving deeper into its layers, one can pull out a lot of messages. The biggest one I relate to is the effects of compound systemic oppression when one has multiple identities marking them as a minority. But that’s missing in X-Men 97’s adaptation… even worse, it actively counters this point.

Before we get into the cartoon’s adaptation, let’s take a look at the comics, first.

The story begins in Uncanny X-Men #199, where Magneto and Kitty Pryde both attend a special reception at the National Holocaust Memorial in Washington, DC. It is here that Kitty is able to reconnect with folks who knew her family, who were victims in the Auschwitz concentration camp, and Magneto reconnects with people he knew there as well. They praise him for helping them survive.

But Freedom Force breaks into the reception and tries to arrest Magneto in the name of the US government. Magneto initially resists: “My land—all the countries of the world—turned their backs on me and mine when we were condemned to Hitler's death camps. Therefore, in return, I have sworn to deny them!” However, when he sees how afraid everyone around him is, he accepts their arrest and agrees to stand trial.

The story continues in Uncanny X-Men #200. Magneto’s trial by the international court of justice begins with England’s Attorney-General claiming there is no such thing as mutant oppression, which we the readers know, is a blatant lie. Despite this, Magneto remains calm, and when it’s his turn to speak, he says the following:

“My dream, from the start, has been the protection and preservation of my own kind, mutants. To spare them the fate my family suffered in Auschwitz and do not tell me such a thing cannot happen again, because that is a lie! You humans slaughter each other because of the colour of your skin, or your faith or your politics—or for no reason at all—too many of you hate as easily as you draw breath, what's to prevent you adding us to that list?!”

But the trial attracts the attention of the Fenris twins; the Nazi offspring of Baron Von Strucker. They are there to kill Magneto, Xavier, and Gabrielle Haller (AKA David Haller’s mother), because she is Jewish and was an enemy of their father. Magneto risks his life to save everyone in the trial from them, but Xavier’s heart gives out and he nearly dies in Magneto’s arms, until he’s whisked away by his alien girlfriend who says she can save him. Xavier makes Magneto vow to stand with the X-Men and teach the New Mutants in his absence.

So, let’s keep in mind how intertwined Magneto’s Jewish and mutant identities are in this story; how they interact and shape his views and actions together. Because X-Men 97 is about to take all that away.

In X-Men 97 S01E02, when Val Cooper and the UN show up to arrest Magneto, he surrenders peacefully to try and gain the X-Men’s trust. And Magneto’s speech is very different from that of the comics:

“As a boy, my people's homes were burned to ash, because we dared to call God by another name. Then, my people hunted me with those who had once hunted them. I was a freak, born a mutant. An abomination to their misnamed gods. In history's sad song, there is a refrain. Believe differently, love differently, be of different sex or skin, and be punished. We sing this song to one another. The oppressed become oppressors.”

And it is not the Fenris twins who show up, but just generic Friends of Humanity baddies, led by X-Cutioner.

This adaptation may contain the surface-level story beats of the original, but it misses the heart of the matter; it misses the point!

Magneto’s cartoon speech separates him from his Jewish community. That is something the Magneto I know would never do. In the comics, his part about how humans are always killing each other speaks much more volumes, because he is speaking about his experience not just as a mutant, but as a Jewish person who has survived genocide. Magneto, or anyone with more than identity, does not have to choose between them. This show now says otherwise.

What I hate most of all about his cartoon speech though, is the line, “the oppressed become oppressors.” This is straight up cloaked white supremacist rhetoric; the fear that if racial/ethnic minorities are given equal rights, we will take over and start oppressing white settlers. And no, I’m not saying minorities are exempt from carrying prejudices against others, obviously. What I’m saying is, oppression is a systemic problem that largely stems from colonialism, and to paint oppressed people as a danger that needs to be oppressed or will oppress you, is a terrible idea used by colonizers to justify the system of colonialism. It is not based on fact.

The message of Magneto’s speech in the comics is that he has personally suffered from the hands of oppression before, and does not want others to suffer more. The message of magneto’s speech in the cartoon is that all people are bad, end of story. There is no nuance, there is no larger context at play, and there is no real grit to the words said! They have de-clawed Magneto’s character, and they have ripped away what he stands for… who he stands for.

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Do You Want To Know A Secret?

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x fem!reader

Excerpt: You felt a deep sense of sadness settle in the bottom of your stomach, for now you were convinced that he only saw you as a friend. Perhaps if you had the tiniest bit of courage, you could tell Peter about your secret crush on him.

Your window was opened to the warm evening air, and the grounds of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters was a peaceful sight. Kids and teenagers were scattered on the lawn, either playing frisbee or basketball, some sat in circles laughing at the antics of those around them. All of the students seemed content and happy.

You weren’t. You sat in your bedroom by the window looking out at the scene feeling somewhat alienated from your peers, and jealous. It wasn’t the little kids running or the friends competing among each other you were jealous of; it was the couples. The couples that were blatantly making out, holding hands, or simply cuddled up together.

Scott and Jean were sitting down on the grass chatting. A young boy threw the frisbee in the wrong direction and it came hurtling towards Scott, whose back was turned and didn’t notice. Luckily, Jean did.

With her telekinetic abilities, she stopped the projectile and returned it to the grateful boy. Scott thanked his girlfriend by trailing kisses down her neck, whispering in her ear. Even from a distance, you could see Jean blush under his attention. You wanted that. Not from Scott but from someone else.

Your gaze turned back toward the picture you held in your hands. It was taken almost a year ago when the school had a summer party to celebrate the end of the semester. In the photo, you and Peter Maximoff were sitting down on a bench eating watermelon slices. Peter wore his ridiculous Hawaiian swim trunks decorated with a variety of tropical birds.

The day had been a blast filled with swimming, water balloon fights, tasty food, wonderful company, and your first kiss, sort of. Peter had kissed you on the cheek at the night’s end. When it happened your heart nearly exploded from excitement. For a time, you had hoped it was the beginning of a romance between you and him, but alas it was not. You didn’t see much of him last summer, and neither you nor him had made any steps into a relationship in the past year.

Your fingers brushed the picture of Peter’s face, and you felt a deep sense of sadness settle in the bottom of your stomach, for now you were convinced that he only saw you as a friend. Perhaps if you had the tiniest bit of courage, you could tell him about your secret crush on him but every time an opportunity arose for you to act, you’d get cold feet and leave before he’d suspect anything.

Sighing, you leaned your head against the wall trying to think of something other than Peter. You focused on your record player in front of you. The vinyl spinning around and around was hypnotizing and you relaxed for a moment, listening to John Lennon’s voice sing “Baby It’s You”.

Uh, oh, it doesn't matter what they say I know I'm gonna love you any old way What can I do, and it's true Don't want nobody, nobody

Cause baby, it's you

To help with your melancholy mood, you put on the Beatles’ first album Please Please Me. Now, when paying close attention to the lyrics, your thoughts drifted towards Peter again. You wanted him but he didn’t want you. Briefly, you were glad when the song changed but soured again when the song was “Do You Want To Know A Secret?”

Maybe a collection of love songs wasn’t the best idea to listen to when trying to forget about your crush. In irritation at the band singing about love, you almost threw the disc across your room. However, you calmed yourself, it wouldn't help your situation to destroy it. Besides, your dad bought the record when he was your age and gifted it to you as a present for your last birthday.

Taking deep breaths in and out, you felt a rush of air beside you. Your stomach dropped when you saw who caused it. Peter, handsome as ever, was standing next to you, wearing his signature silver jacket and goggles. "Hey, whatcha up to?"

You pressed the picture to your front, covering it as much as you could with your hands. You hoped he wouldn't pay attention to the song, see the photo, and connect the dots. "Uh, nothing much. Just listening to some music."

Peter picked up the cover of the album and raised an eyebrow. "The Beatles? Seriously?" He questioned in mock disappointment.

You shrugged your shoulders. "It's a good band, and I like this song." The record spun faster, and both of you were silent as George Harrison sang out:

Closer, let me whisper in your ear Say the words you long to hear I'm in love with you, ooh

Fidgeting, you glanced between the record player and Peter, feeling nervous. Peter did the same with you, though he seemed unbothered. You tapped your fingers tensely, wondering what possible course of action to take so you could slip away. It wouldn't be too random to jump out the window and army crawl through the bushes to escape, right?

Peter opened his mouth to speak, and fearing what might come out of his mouth, you said, "Yeah my dad bought it when he was younger, and he asked my mom out while they danced to this. She loves telling that story, always saying that without this song I might not have been born. So that's one of the reasons I like it, and it's a good song."

You stopped rambling, and noticed Peter had a curious expression on his face. "Do girls actually like that?"

"Huh?"

"That cheesy romance stuff, like your mom did. Girls like that?"

"Umm..." Your brain seemed to have short circuited at his question. "I mean it depends on the girl. Some girls do and some don't. Also depends on the circumstances, and who's asking is pretty important too." You let out a chuckle at the end, attempting to alleviate a bit of the awkwardness.

Peter held the album for a few more seconds, digesting the information. He tossed the cover on your bed and asked, "Well, speaking of pleasing me, do you wanna go to 7-Eleven. A little bird told me they got a new shipment of twinkies." He had a lopsided grin on his face.

You would've said yes, been happy to spend any amount of time with Peter, but now being in his company was unbearable. It was difficult having to joke, laugh, talk, and pretend you were content to be with him but not be with him. You couldn't keep up the façade. Not now. You replied, breaking eye contact, "I'm sorry, Pete. I don't want to right now."

"It'll take less than a minute. We can get some silly string too. Scott's room is lookin' real drab and it needs a bit of color stop to liven it up," he coaxed.

"No, I have a headache. I just want to be alone this evening." You gave him a sad smile, hoping he'd understand.

Peter was unhappy that you wouldn't come with him, but didn't pester any further. He nodded and departed without another word. You returned to gazing at the window, feeling dissatisfied with Peter's friendship and frustrated at your inability to tell him the truth.

"I'm glad I could come, Peter."

"Yeah, it's been a while since we hung out."

It was a hot July day in the suburbs of D.C. where you were staying with the Maximoff's. Over summer break, you had grown bored at home, so you decided to pay your favorite speedster a visit. An ample time had elapsed since that evening in May, that you felt confident enough to be around Peter without becoming a stuttering lovestruck fool.

You had even gone out with a couple of dudes to get your mind off him. But now, with the two of you alone in his basement, your mind wandered over to possible romantic scenarios that could happen. You mentally rebuked yourself for thinking such things about your friend. Maybe there was some cute guy in a movie you could obsess over instead of Peter.

To distract yourself, you started looking through his extensive collection of stolen albums. He had all of Pink Floyd’s, including Atom Mother Heart, Meddle, Obscured by Clouds, and Dark Side of the Moon which was his favorite.

"So, what do you feel like listening to?" You asked Peter who was playing Ms. Pac-Man on the other side of the room. Just as you were about to suggest Obscured by Clouds, he sped off and appeared again, this time closer to you, holding up a new one. It was Please Please Me.

"I was thinking of this one." He put it on his record player and fast-forward through a few songs until "Do You Want To Know A Secret" started playing. He held out his hand to you. Shocked by his actions, you took his hand hesitantly.

He put his other hand on your waist and began swaying. Peter was dancing with you! You tried to regain your composure and hoped he couldn't hear your heart beating a zillion miles per hour.

You'll never know How much I really love you You'll never know How much I really care

You tried to begin a conversation to preoccupy yourself from the warm sensation spreading throughout your body but was stopped by Peter whispering in your ear. “Listen, do you want to know a secret? Do you promise not to tell?” You stiffened at his words. "Closer, let me whisper in your ear. Say the words you long to hear."

He murmured the lyrics along with the song as it played. He continued, "I've known a secret for a week or two. Nobody knows, just we two." Peter twirled you around once then brought you closer to him. His lips brushed against your ears once more as he continued his soft singing. "Say the words you long to hear. I'm in love with you."

Tingles traveled up your spine when he said the romantic words. You looked him dead in the eyes, determining if this was all a giant joke, Peter being a jerk and playing with your tangled emotions, or if he was genuine. He returned your gaze and explained, "Technically it's been more than a week but that's what the song says."

You gaped at him. "Peter, are- are you serious? Are you joking?" You swallowed all of your apprehension and hardened your voice. "Cause if you are, I'll knock you into next Tuesday."

He gave a small chuckle at your reaction. "I wouldn't be slow dancing with you in my basement if I didn't like you." He emphasized the slow part to get his point across. However, something was off about Peter, he licked his lips, and looked, dare you say it, scared?

You realized he was waiting for you to say if you liked or didn't like him back. The thought made you smile. The fact that you, of all people, could make Peter nervous. How the tables had turned. You contained the laughter bubbling up inside you and answered, "I like you too, Peter."

His worried expression was quickly replaced with a cocky grin. "Huh, who knew this cheesy romance stuff worked?"

"Like mother, like daughter, I guess."

"Yeah, I should thank your dad next time I see him for the tip."

You let out a breathy laugh at his comment, before gingerly pressing your lips against his. He kissed back. You broke away first and rested your head on his shoulder. Peter hummed in contentment.

He whispered, "You know, I could get used to going this slow with you." In his cluttered basement, you and Peter danced to the Beatles, stopping more often than not to kiss each other. You were glad that his and your affections were no longer secret anymore.

Listen, do you want to know a secret? Do you promise not to tell, whoa, oh Closer, let me whisper in your ear Say the words you long to hear I'm in love with you

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profound-imagination · 1 year

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Opposites - Xavier Thorpe.

A/N - Apparently I just write Angst when it comes to Xavier.

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"I miss you, tiny."

Beaming at the text you'd just received from your boyfriend who isn't your boyfriend but kinda is your boyfriend you quickly typed out a reply.

"I miss you too, lanky."

"Who's got you grinning at your phone?" Your mother teased from the other side of the breakfast table. "Is it the mysterious boyfriend?" You rolled your eyes at her. "He's not my boyfriend, Mom. Xavier and I are just-" She cut you off. "-Just friends, I know, I know." She studied you from across the table for a couple of minutes before she said. "You should invite him to dinner, we can order pizza or Chinese food?" You let out a small gasp. "Really?" She nodded. "Really. When is he allowed to leave the school grounds? Weekends? How about Friday night?" This is why you loved your mom, having you young she knew how judgemental other people could be, how horrible they could be and she'd never judged Xavier for being an Outcast, for going to Nevermore. They'd met once. When he ended up in the hospital where she works after Tyler Galpin and his friends beat the shit out of him, it was when you'd first met him as well.

"Mom!" She turned away from her colleague instantly hearing the panic in your voice as you all but fell through the doors of the ER, trying your best to support the tall boy's weight. "Honey, what happened?!" She asked, rushing towards the two of you. "Who is this?" She added as she supported his other side, leading the two of you towards a room. "I don't know his name, I was reading, he was painting a beautiful mural across the road when Tyler Galpin and his friends jumped him and defaced the mural." Your mom huffed, never a fan of bullies and helped you sit the boy down on the bed and started gathering the supplies she would need to clean his wounds, one or two of them you were sure would need stitches. The boy coughed and then croaked out his name. "Xavier." Both you and your mom stopped and turned to look at him, not sure he'd even spoken at all. "My name is Xavier." He croaked again. "Y/N, go and get him some water." She'd slipped into nurse mode and you weren't going to argue. "Xavier honey, can you tell me your last name and your birthday?" She asked as you left. When you'd returned she'd wiped most of the blood from his face but as predicted, he needed stitches. He was eyeing the needle of the anesthetic she was going to give him nervously so you sat yourself down next to him and asked him any questions you could think of to distract him. "Do you think aliens exist?" You asked as you handed him the bottle of water. Your mom quirked an eyebrow at you from his other side and you shrugged in response. "I go to Nevermore, I don't think there's much that doesn't exist." He answered. "Is it really as creepy there as everyone says?" "Y/N!" Your mom scolded you. He let out a tiny laugh that caused him pain, you could tell from the wince. "Does your side hurt, Xavier?" Your mom asked and he nodded. "Okay honey, let's get you stitched up and down to x-ray to see if there's any broken ribs." You sat with him the whole time and then waited with him for Principal Weems to show up. "You helped me. Why?" His question took you by surprise. "It was the right thing to do." You'd told him. "I'm an Outcast, most people wouldn't." You shrugged. "So what? We might be different but that doesn't mean you deserve to be treated any differently to me." He gave you a small smile. "You're alright for a Normie." You laughed. "I should hope so, I lost my copy of Lord of The Ring's throwing it at Tyler's head trying to get him off you." He snorted a small laugh. "You're a nerd too! Even better!" When you got home that night, you had a message request on Instagram and the pair of you began a budding friendship.

"Alright, I gotta go to work, invite Xavier, love you!" Your mom said as she kissed the top of your head and left to go to work.

"Xav!! Guess what?!" You'd text him as soon as she'd left and it struck you as odd that he hadn't replied straight away like he usually does, you busied yourself with getting ready for school and headed out the door. It was lunchtime when he finally replied.

"Y/N/N!! What?" Can a text message sound off? Is that a thing? Because his did, but you shook it off and replied.

"Mom's invited you for dinner on Friday, either pizza or Chinese food, you game?" Again, there was no instant reply and when it did come after dinner it was one word.

"Sure."

Something had been off with Xavier and you couldn't quite put your finger on what it was. But today was Wednesday. Wednesday meant coffee at the Weathervane after school and Xavier's therapy session. As usual you'd make your way there straight after school and start on your homework while you waited for him. You heard the bell above the door go and scribbled your final answers to your homework, having sat in your usual booth you knew he'd know where to find you so you didn't look up straight away, when you did, your heart sank a little. Xavier was sitting on the other side of the coffeeshop with someone you'd never seen, a girl you'd never seen, two identical black plaits and bangs covering her face. He looked enthralled with her. "Ooooh, tough break Y/N, your weirdo boyfriends ditched you." You fought back the lump in your throat. "Fuck off, Lucas." The boy laughed loudly at you as you were trying to pack your things away as quickly as you could, and it drew Xavier's attention to you. Not wanting to meet his eyes you scrambled up and in a rush to leave you fell over your own feet and crashed right into Tyler, who was carrying a tray of hot drinks that ended up all down your front. "Y/N!" Xavier was on his feet, you were mortified. You held a hand up to him to stop him coming any closer. "I'm fine! Go back to…" "Wednesday." The girl introduced herself. Wednesday, the girl you'd heard plenty about, the girl Xavier had rearranged plans with you more than once for. You forced a smile, you were pleased he was making friends you told yourself. "Well it's nice to meet you on this fine Wednesday, Wednesday!" You chirped awkwardly and Xavier had definitely noticed it. "I have to go!" And you turned and ran like a coward.

"Mom! Don't laugh at me! It was mortifying!" She continued to laugh. "I'm sorry baby, I can just picture it!" You huffed and dug your spoon back into the tub of ice-cream you'd been drowning yourself in, ignoring the constant stream of texts you'd been receiving since you got home. "So you do like him then? More than just a friend?" She asked gently. "Well, yeah, I thought we liked each other." She placed her hand on yours gently. "Well, have the two of you ever spoken about that?" You shook your head. "I just thought it was a thing, that we were a thing." She let out a small sigh. "Then baby, he's not really done anything wrong. I know you don't want to hear it but if you've never told him how you feel about him and you've never talked about being a thing, then…" she trailed off as your phone went off again. "But it's Wednesday. We always meet on Wednesday's" She smiled at you. "She's new to the school and town, maybe he was just being nice and showing her around, sweetie, maybe read some of his messages before we panic and uninvite him from dinner and curse his name, yeah?" You nodded at her as you got up from the table and dragged yourself upstairs. It wasn't until you were in your pyjamas and curled into your bed that you looked at your phone.

1 Missed Call - Xavier Thorpe

"Are you okay?"

"Y/N?"

"Talk to me."

2 Missed Calls - Xavier Thorpe

"It's nice to meet you on this fine Wednesday, Wednesday?"

"What was that about?"

"Seriously, Y/N, are you okay?"

"Please don't ignore me."

3 Missed Calls - Xavier Thorpe

"Okay, you're mad, I get it, Wednesday is our day where we hang out."

"Y/N, come on."

"I need to know if you're okay."

"I'll climb through your window, I swear to god, Y/N"

4 Missed Calls - Xavier Thorpe

"Please Tiny, I'm sorry."

The last message nearly broke you, Tiny. Your heart had cracked every time he'd called you by your name in his messages. You didn't reply, you couldn't, what could you say without sounding childish. He never climbed through your window.

You woke up feeling groggy, your eyes were sore and your head was swimming. You looked at your phone to see the texts had continued into the night, but he had stopped trying to call. As you showered and got ready for school you decided you'd at least text him back. Shouldering your backpack and putting your headphones in as you walked out of your house, your Mom long gone as she was on the early shift, you selected the playlist Xavier and you had made during one of your Wednesday's at the Weathervane and clicked play, because you were a sucker for pain.

"Sorry I fell asleep. I'm fine. See you Friday if you still want to come for dinner. You don't have to, it's cool, no worries." This time the reply was instant.

"Don't do that to me! People are dying, Y/N! I've been worried sick! Of course I'm still coming for dinner."

"Could've climbed through the window, couldn't have been that worried. See you Friday." You knew it was a low blow, but it momentarily made you feel better. There was no reply.

The remainder of Thursday and Friday had been horrific. Constant teasing from Lucas and his friends about Xavier and how he'd ditched you. Barely any words said between you and Xavier and a constant anxiety growing about seeing him tonight. You'd tried to reach out but again there was no reply.

"Pizza or Chinese, what are you feeling for tonight? Really looking forward to seeing you!"

"If you still want to come, that is?"

"It's okay if you don't, I understand. Things have been weird between us lately."

"Just let me know."

Which led you here, pacing in your living room, anxiously checking your phone and chewing your nails. "Honey, I'm sure he'll be here." Your Mom tried to reassure you, but there was something in the pit of your stomach telling you that she was wrong.

4:30PM - "What time do you think you'll get here? Do you want me to meet you in town and we can walk here together?"

5:15PM - 1 Call to Xavier Thorpe (Missed)

6:00PM - "Xavier?"

7:30PM - "Are you okay?"

7:45PM - 2 Calls to Xavier Thorpe (Missed)

8PM - "I guess you aren't coming."

8:45PM - 3 Missed Calls to Xavier Thorpe (Missed)

9PM - "I've told Mom to eat, she said she's sorry you couldn't make it and that you're welcome anytime."

10:30PM - "I really hope you're okay. I won't lie. I'm hurt. I'm hurt that you ditched me on Wednesday for Wednesday. I'm hurt that you didn't come tonight. I'm hurt that I'm hurt. I'm hurt that I'm hurt because of you. I'm sorry for how I acted on Wednesday and for what I said on Thursday morning. I miss you, Xav."

He didn't reply.

#wendnesday addams #wednesday netflix #wednesday #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader

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dalxuez-voil · 4 months

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*coughing* ok so… recently, i’ve found another obsession that FINNALY brought me here to LaDS fandom (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

if only i could install the Global ver. of the game on my phoneee *literally screaming in agony rn i don’t even know how to use a vpn*

but anyway nothing could ever stop me from my OWN pathetic ass so instead i logged in, made my very own character, and leave her just like that because i deleted the game right after🧍🏻‍♀️

I MEAN—

LOOK AT HER SHE IS SO GORGEOUS BRUH …

i named her “頌嫻” after an english word ‘Ode’ and might’ve named her Saeri or Odette in the global ver.

she kinda looks intimidating and collected with some dead humor ass on the outside but deep down she’s just nonchalantly the sweetest person, a complete mess, a big sleepyhead that have a crush on an even bigger sleepyhead (??)

her very few hobbies including cooking, baking, and playing Kitty Cards!! -also, she LOVES hunting all plushies collection and stack each of them on her bed for scientific purposes 👀

istg she is so strawberries and cigarettes (m not talking ab the song, okay?) coded, like you would actually finds her walking down the midnight street eating pack of strawberries while holding a cigarette the other hand -pls note that she don’t smoke she only holding it because she wanted to look cool ehehe

OK BACK TO BOYS

i trully love all the boys like HOW COULD THEY ALL BE SO PERFECT YET HAVE THE MOST ANGSTY MOST TRAGIC MOST TRAUMATIC BACKSTORY?!!!

✨ however, this one particular alien boi seems to have a very strong grip on my heart ✨

Xavier my cutie little boi who can’t cook for the sake of his own life, biggest sleepyhead, the brightest star on the sky

most precious boi on the entire universe i love him so so so bad it hurts.

don’t be fooled by his innocent face tho. he trully is an epitome of a wolf in bunny costume, unholy ass, a menace for the society (and me ofc) like it even feels ilegal for me to say that he just a cutie patootie babiest baby 🥹

he knows okayyyyy… afterall i believe he is more at soft dom side and not a sub

and so here i am now,

waiting for all authors and creators out there to feed on my delulu

them together are the powerful dynamic duo couple i might cry

#love and deepspace #lads #zayne love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #l&ds #l&ds fluff #xavier #xavier x mc #love and deepspace caleb #love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace rafayel #love and deepspace zayne #otome game #love and deepspace boys

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comicaurora · 2 years

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Are there any romance stories or romantic subplots that specifically worked really well for you? Maybe because they were "good friends being good friends" plots first and "romance" plots second?

it is very depressing to me that for a while I could only give a conditional "yes" to this one. There are romantic subplots I liked up to a point that the writers made decisions about them I thought were weird and dumb, or that I liked in hindsight but didn't really appreciate at the time. And despite having watched a not inconsiderable amount of live-action media, every single halfway good example I could conjure up was from a cartoon.

Catra and Adora have a fascinatingly tumultuous arc to me, but I spent the entire show genuinely believing we'd never get a payoff, and when we actually got the big kiss I was too busy being shocked to really process the ramifications. In my head I'd filed them right next to Charles Xavier/Magneto and Optimus Prime/Megatron, enemies so clearly soulmates with each other but in that special murdery way. I've been planning a full rewatch, so I might get to fully appreciate it this time!

When I watched through Ben 10: Alien Force I remember being genuinely surprised at how much I liked the romantic subplot between Kevin and Gwen. I think because they were both kinda assholes about it, but in very synergistic ways. He's the platonic ideal of an Edgy Emotionally Repressed Lancer but he's kind of too blunt and straightforward to remember to be emotionally repressed all the time, and she's a smart snarky ass-kicker who figures out that they're clearly into each other immediately and bluntly asks him when he's gonna ask her out in like episode three, which completely throws him off his game. It was very cute, and Kevin got in a few good "take the bullet for the love interest to save her" moments that I'm always a fan of, but after the first couple seasons something shifted in the writer's room and Kevin got shunted back down the "actually a dickhead" route and the characters stopped acting like they cared about each other so much. It was a bummer, and since the characters stopped acting consistently in-character I kind of disengaged. But I did like how they handled it early on!

I am, obviously, broadly a big fan of the romantic subplots in ReBoot, as I am with all other major parts of that show. The main one that got focused on was between protagonists Bob and Dot, which was kind of standard background will-they-won't-they fare for the first three seasons - some miscommunications and arguments and daring rescues - until they get in a big kiss in the finale. The problem, as ever, is in season four, when they start doing some really weird sitcom telenovela twists, including a second Bob popping out of a portal and claiming to be the real Bob, and everyone in the show spontaneously sheds 90% of their braincells to forget the fact that their Bob is the one who saved the day over and over again since getting fished out of the Web, so everyone ignores our best boy who actually did the heroics to play favorites with Other Bob. Obviously Other Bob turns out to be a bad guy in disguise, but this is revealed at his wedding to Dot, and it's just fuckin stupid that it would get to that point at all. This is a big part of why I mentally carve season 4 off the canon timeline and just let it end at the season 3 finale.

The other romantic subplot is between Matrix and AndrAIa, who meet as children in season 2 and have a cute kind of mutual crush thing going on before they get lost in the games in the season 3 timeskip and, offscreen, grow up together and enter a fully-established and completely solid relationship. Aside from a brief "matrix gets jealous" subplot in the back half of season 3 that really just serves to reflect his fascinating cocktail of trauma-induced self-loathing issues, they're remarkably stable and play off each other well. I think the fact that we skipped all the romantic will-they-won't-they drama and went straight to "they did, they have, and they're totally good" did it a lot of favors - and despite Matrix being, by any metric, an asshole, it never feels like AndrAIa is settling or putting up with him or tasked with fixing him. It's more like they're each the only person the other truly feels safe and whole around, so Matrix is truly an asshole to everyone but AndrAIa (and later Bob and Dot, his other loved ones) and AndrAIa is not guarded or defensive around Matrix.

Gargoyles also had two different romantic subplots I liked - one between heroes, one with villains. Goliath and Elisa have a great dynamic that's a little less will-they-won't-they and a little more of an unspoken agreement, "we're both really into each other but we also don't really think this can happen on account of being fully different species and we're too mature to get dramatic about it." Since they're basically on the same page about it, they don't have much in the way of drama or miscommunication, it's just all that good "rescuing each other from peril" content I like.

On the villain side, David Xanatos and Fox had a surprisingly wholesome relationship considering they're full-blown villains for the first couple seasons. It's a case where their romantic subplot made them both better people in the long run as they developed priorities that weren't selfish. They ALSO skipped all the will-they-won't-they and went straight into a wholesome, committed, mutually supportive relationship.

I do also recall being genuinely surprised how much I liked the romantic subplot between Trevor Belmont and Sypha. I think what made it work for me was the tendency for them to clearly and honestly communicate with each other - about more than just their romantic subplot. There's a great bit in season 4 where they just sit down and are like "everything's been happening a LOT lately, let's talk about how we feel about that", and I appreciated the moment I think is in season 3 where they're like "hey… maybe… leaving Alucard alone in his dead parents' castle ten minutes after helping him kill his dad… was bad for him?" It's a romantic subplot that doesn't feel like it eclipses the rest of their characterization and it doesn't mean they stop caring about anything other than each other. And it also skipped over the will-they-won't-they, so honestly no wonder I liked it.

I know there's more, but I genuinely had to google lists of shows to remind myself of the one-in-a-million examples I actually liked, so let's leave it here for now.

#asks #media recs

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x-manson-annotated · 17 days

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X-Manson Annotations Chapter 2 - Part 2 - SCOTT SUMMERS

in the X-Manson AU Scott and Alex were not raised in the orphanage by Mister Sinister and their parents did not get abducted by the Shi'ar. They died when a plane fell on their car. However, other aliens like the Kree do exist in this au. I don't know who Francis and Francine Fagan are, so if any die-hard comics fans know, please reach out to me.

Notice how similar their dialogue is to Jean's parents. Short, simple answers. But this time, without the aid of the interviewer. Strange.

Alex Summers is paralleling Sarah here. The timeline shows a brief stint at a psychiatric hospital. Then there's the boy's farm. Nathaniel Essex does exist in this story, but she's completely unconnected to the Summers brothers.

I don't know if I'm misreading this, but does that strike anyone as an odd thing to say about a child?

This is interesting. Scott didn't like Xavier's until he met Jean. Does this mean that Xavier wasn't mind-controlling anyone until later? If this is true, how complicit is Scott in the cult?

Alex seeing a picture of Jean will be important later when we get into the Maddie of it all.

This is inconsequential, but I find Scientologist Havok to be the funniest thing and don't know why.

#marvel #fanfiction #annotations #Scott Summers #Jean Grey #Alex Summers #nathaniel essex #x men 97 #x men #xmen #mutants

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your-averagewriter · 2 years

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Request rules.

I don't write smut but I will write steamy make-out scenes and all that.

I will write fem!character x fem!reader, male!character x fem!reader, male!reader x male!reader. All of it including gender neutral reader.

I also only really write x reader fics.

My Masterlist - What I've already written, I update when I post.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED DUE TO HAVING LOTS OF REQUESTS!

- Thanks for the requests though! :)

Keep an eye on this as I add more characters as I watch more shows/movies!

People/characters I will write for:

DYSTOPIAN and ACTION:

- Hunger Games - Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen, Haymitch Abernathy, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, Lucy Gray Baird, Sejanus Plinth.

- Maze Runner - Thomas, Newt, Gally, Minho.

- Kingsman - Harry Hart (Galahad), Gary "Eggsy" Unwin (Galahad), Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Jack Daniels (Whiskey).

- Zombieland - Tallahassee, Columbus, Wichita.

- Luther - John Luther, Alice Morgan, Justin Ripley.

- Call of Duty - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, König, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Valeria Garza, Keegan Russ.

- The Boys - Homelander, Starlight, Soldier Boy, Black Noir, Billy Butcher, Hughie Campbell, The Deep, Queen Maeve, A-Train, Translucent.

- Gen V - Marie Moreau, Emma Meyer, Jordan Li, Andre Anderson, Cate Dunlap, Luke Riordan and Sam Riordan.

- Fallout - Cooper Howard (pre and post Ghoul), Lucy MacLean, Maximus.

- The Walking Dead (I've only seen the first season so no spoilers please!!) - Rick Grimes, Glenn Rhee, Lori Grimes, Andrea

HORROR:

- Scream - Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Dwight "Dewey" Riley, Randy Meeks, Richie Kirsch, Sam Carpenter, Tara Carpenter, Chad Meeks-Martin, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Ethan Landry.

- The Lost Boys - Michael Emerson, David, Star, Marko, Dwayne.

- What We Do in the Shadows - Nandor the Relentless, Laszlo Cravensworth, Nadja, Guillermo de la Cruz.

- Late Night with The Devil - Jack Delroy

- Renfield - R.M Renfield.

- A Quiet Place (1&2) - Lee Abbott, Evelyn Abbott, Emmett.

- The Boy - Brahms.

- Fight Club - Tyler Durden, The Narrator.

- Alien - Ripley, Dwayne Hicks, Hudson.

- Saw - Adam Faulkner-Stanheight, Amanda Young, Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman.

- The Crow - Eric Draven.

- Midnight Mass - Sheriff Hassan, Father Paul, Riley Flynn.

MARVEL:

- MCU - Tom Holland!Peter Parker, Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Steve Rodgers, Tony Stark, T'Challa, Stephen Strange, Logan, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Matt Murdock, Valkyrie, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Bucky Barnes, Phil Coulson, Gamora, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, James Rhodes, Pietro Maximoff, Druig, Sam Wilson, Shuri.

- Spiderverse - Hobie Brown, Miles Morales (both variations), Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Pavitr Prabhakar, Peter B Parker, Spider Noir.

- X-Men and others (Deadpool etc) - Young!Charles Xavier, Young!Erik Lehnsherr, Nightcrawler, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Nathan Summers, Wade Wilson.

DC:

- The Dark Knight Trilogy - Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne, Jonathon Crane.

- The Batman - Robert Pattinson!Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle.

- Justice League - Diana Prince (Wonderwoman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Clark Kent (Superman).

- Gotham - David Mazouz!Bruce Wayne, Jerome Valeska, Jerimiah Valeska, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon, Selina Kyle, Ed Nygma, Barbara Kean, Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Harvey Bullock, Jonathon Crane, Jervis Tetch, Victor Fries.

The Suicide Squad - Jared Leto!Joker, Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, Chris Smith (Peacemaker), Robert DuBois (Bloodsport), Chato Santana (El Diablo).

ANIME:

- Attack on Titan - Eren Yeager, Levi Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Sasha Braus, Erwin Smith, Miche Zacharius, Hitch Dreyse, Kenny Ackerman, Marco Bodt, Pieck Finger, Porco Galliard, Colt Grice, Bertholdt Hoover, Nicolo, Ymir, Zeke Yeager, Floch Forster.

- Demon Slayer - Giyu Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Kanao Tsuyuri, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Gyutaro, Daki, Enmu, Hinatsuru, Makio, Suma.

- Castlevania - Alucard, Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Carmilla, Lenore.

- Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Juuzou Suzuya, Touka Kirishima, Kuki Urie, Ayato Kirishima, Itori, Uta, Hideyoshi Nagachika.

- My Hero Academia - Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Tenya Ida, Ochaco Uraraka, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Kyoka Jiro, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugo, Itsuka Kendo, Tamaki Amajiki, Hitoshi Shinso, Keigo Takami, Mirko, Dabi, Himiko Toga, Jin Bubaigawara.

- Obey me - Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon.

- Haikyuu! - Daichi Sawamura, Kōshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kiyoko Shimizu, Keishin Ukai, Tetsurō Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Tōru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kōtarō Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Satori Tendō, Yūji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya.

- Avatar the Last Airbender - Zuko, Katara, Sokka, Aang, Azula, Ty Lee.

- Avatar: Legend of Korra - Korra, Asami, Mako, Tenzin, Iroh.

MUSIC:

- Waterparks - Awsten Knight, Geoff Wigington, Otto Wood.

- My Chemical Romance - Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, (all the killjoys).

- Pierce The Veil - Vic Fuentes, Tony Perry, Jaime Preciado.

- All Time Low - Alex Gaskarth, Rian Dawson, Zack Merrick.

- Ice Nine Kills - Spencer Charnas, Ricky Armellino, Patrick Galante, Joe Occhiuti, Dan Sugarman.

- Palaye Royale - Remington Leith, Emerson Barrett.

- Others - Oli Sykes, Ronnie Radke, Andy Hurley, Brandon Flowers, Chris Motionless, Kellin Quinn,, John O'Callaghan, Josh Franceschi, Lzzy Hale, Hayley Williams, William Beckett, Noah Sebastian, Will Ramos, Will Ghould, Dave Grohl, Vessel (Sleep Token).

- Metal Lords - Hunter, Kevin, Emily.

SCI-FI:

- The Sandman - Dream, Corinthian.

- Prey - Naru, Taabe.

- Stranger Things - Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathon Byers, Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley, 001, Dimitri, Eddie Munson.

- Star Wars - Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Han Solo, Rey, Kylo Ren, Boba Fett, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Cal Kestis.

OTHERS:

- Barbie - Barbie, Ken.

- Monster High - Frankie Stein, Clawdeen Wolf, Cleo de Nile, Deuce Gorgon, Draculaura, Lagoona Blue, Abbey Bominable, Clawd Wolf, Gillington Webber, Heath Burns, Holt Hyde, Jackson Jekyll, Neighthan Rot, Operetta, Robecca Steam, Rochelle Goyle, Venus McFlytrap, Kieran Valentine, Porter Geiss.

- Euphoria - Rue Bennett, Jules Vaughn, Maddy Perez, Cassie Howard, Fezco, Lexi Howard, Nate Jacobs (nothing abusive).

- Wonka - Willy Wonka, Fickelgruber.

- Saltburn - Oliver Quick, Felix Catton, Farleigh Start, Venetia Catton.

I know that's quite a long list and if you want me to write for a character not on there then just ask :)

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garbage--account · 1 year

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Random dream I had after wondering if IE characters had money jobs in their youth to pay their bills be like #3 :

>Shawn is hired as a reporter for National Geographic, 'cause sakka doesn't pay

>goes to the jungle to record animals while a narrator in his head is telling everything about them (and telling him where to go next)

>while recording the mating ritual of anacondas (the males tangle themselves on each other to fight for the right to do the female), Shawn and the camera get struck in the breeding ball, with snakes all over them : one is binding the hands together, another is around the neck, ready to strangle the boy if needed, and another is trying to swallow him whole while the female looks at the camera

>teamskip.mp3

>Shawn is now filming the fishes in a pond, while bearly standing on 2 thin slippery rocks 10 meters away from the water, arms stretched above his head carrying to camera

>suddenly, tentacles grab both his legs and drag him to the depth of the pond, while salmons, piranhas, catfishes, dolphins, orcas, blue whales and krakens are jumping from the pond to dive after where Shawn has been dragged to.... idk, the camera didn't record this

>timeskip2.mp3

>now, we see Shawn exiting by foot the jungle to end up in Tokyo 'cause the narrator said so (it's easier job he said)

>starts filming the first specimen he encounters : Axel

>gets closer to film him better : so close that Axel is now pinned against a wall, the camera is in his chin and we can see his dilated pores (narrator says it is because of constant stress due to the surrounding)

>Axel gets away from him, Shawn runs after him until he bumps into Xavier who is also a reporter that interviews random people on the street about the latest hot topic of the country

>since he lost Axel's trace, Shawn decides to camp directly in his natural habitat and breaks into his empty flat by the window

>narrator comments on every room and item he sees to analyze Axel's lifestyle for anthropologic purposes

>Shawn goes to the bathroom and opens the shower curtain

>plotwist : Axel is in the bathtub with a camera in his hand, a knife in the other, and a voice coming from nowhere is narrating a True crime documentary

>both starts a fight to death : Axel with his knife and Shawn with whatever he can grab from the surrounding

>meanwhile : Axel's narrator depicts the True crime scene of his documentary, that matches perfectly with the fight ongoing; Shawn's depicts this as a display for dominance; Kanon as a Fox News reporter shows up as the trial for this murder is still ongoing in the future; Fei also shows up as an History reporter explaining why this tragedy is the reason they forbid children to play sakka before turning 25 (except derogation from El Dorado); a tiktoker from a near future appears explaining how this has influenced fashion and popculture; Xavier reappears to illustrate on why people have a feeling of insecurity nowaday; Hillman from the future records the scene for Ogre's training purposes; Ozrock uses these images to show the other aliens that Earth should be invaded and Simeon just watches the fight for his pleasure

>"this concludes today's reportage. Now is airing our new broadcast, presented Mark Evans : Sakka Yarouze"

#inazuma eleven #Shawn frost #Fubuki shirou #gouenji shuuya #axel blaze #xavier foster #kiyama hiroto #and others #Tumblr is my dream diary #Do you dream about IE characters without any sakka involved too ?#Yes : it's more and more problematic and i need to touch grass #I have been inactive lately : i was playing pokemon go #Category : journalism #Narrator legit lost control of the situation and has to adapt as stuff happens #very ooc

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ronzombie · 1 year

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Songs that remind me of every single one of my f/os because why not

Romantic F/O

- Daryl Dixon - The Night We Met

- Otis Driftwood - Gorehound

- Xavier Thorpe - Tiny Dancer

- Kurt Kunkle - The Gummy Bear song (obviously)

- Carl Grimes - I Walk The Line

- Jacob Black - No Surprises

- The Joker - A Gangster's Wife

-Saul Goodman - Male Fantasy

-Nancy Wheeler - Thérèse

Queer Platonic F/O

- Dee Shvagenbagen - Two Punks in Love

- Sal Fisher - The Other Side Of Paradise

- Connor Murphy - Sincerely, Me

- Colin Gray - Friday I'm in Love

Parental F/O ( green = in-law ) , ( bold = biological )

- Lucifer Morningstar - Little Lion Man

- Eve - Habits

- Dale Dobson - Welcome Home, Son

- Billy Black - Sleeping on the Blacktop

- Mama Firefly - Mama's Broken Heart

- Mazikeen (step-mom) - WTF Are We Talking For

- Chloe Decker (step-mom) - Paradise: Coldplay

- Tucker McGee (God-father) - Blood (End Credits)

- Michonne Hawthorne (God-mother) - My Mom: Kimya Dawson

- Maggie Greene (adoptive) - The Light Behind Your Eyes

- Glenn Rhee (adoptive) - Yellow: Coldplay

- Slenderman (adoptive) - My Family: Migos

- Tim Wright (adoptive) - You're Gonna Go Far, Kid

-Bobby Singer - Home: Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros

Sibling F/O ( green = in-law ) , ( bold = biological )

- Violet Harmon - Creep

- Alyssa Foley - Fez's Interlude

- Heavy Shvagenbagen - Alien Boy: Oliver Tree

- Baby Firefly - House Of 1000 Corpses

- Tiny Firefly - Sick City

- Trixie Espinoza (step-sister) - Habits

-Rory Morningstar - Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God)

- Toby Rogers (adoptive) - Constant Headache

Platonic F/O

- Dylan Lenivy - Psycho Killer: The Wrecks

-Ryan Erzahler - Mad World: Gary Jules

- Seth Clearwater - Boys Will Be Bugs

- Coraline Jones - Bruno is Orange

Enemy F/O ( italic = would fuck )

- PHILIP BLAKE - Dearly Loved

- Shane Walsh - Daddy: Korn

- Merle Dixon - Run Rabbit Run

Pet F/O

- Jangers Dobson - Fireflies: Owl City

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dnfinite123 · 2 years

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(What if) SUPER SMASH HEROES

1-JUMPMAN

Mario Mario (aka The Jumpman) is a mutant plumber in New York City. Despite having the power to harness many borderline cartoonish abilities, such as throw fireballs, grow two incredible sizes, and even in case his body in a metallic finish, Mario was perfectly satisfied with his role as a simple plumber. He didn’t want to get involved in the whole mutant situation and just wanted to live a humble life and really use his powers outside of closed doors.

That’ll change to one day when he saved mayor Pauline from a menacing monkey known as Mandrill. Not only did Mario get a real thrill from the adventure, but he realize that he could do more for the world then earning a few coins unclogging some pipes.

So from there Mario met up with Charles Xavier and from there the X-Men had a new member in “Jumpman.”

2-LINK OF ASGARD

This one features an elf name Link who has dedicated his life to protecting his neighboring realm of Asgard.

3-SAMUS

Samus was at one point a test pilot at Hammer international, but after learning of the illegal activities run by the company (including hiring super villains to steal stark tech to reverse engineer and sell to the highest bidder of any world) she stole the latest prototype armor from the company and now uses it to wage war against her former boss.

4-SUPER SONIC

Maurice was born in Star City with the gift of superspeed. He could run near the speed of light, and as a side effect of this electricity would occasionally spark off his body.

Although he had no true connection to the speed force, meaning that he lacked many of the unique abilities of the Flash, on a good day, Maurice could at least keep pace with the Scarlet Speedster.

Inspired by The Flash’s heroic feats, combined with his own love for adventure, Maurice hit the streets as the hero “Blue Justice.” Although his early crime-fighting attempts were turbulent to say the least, Maurice was a fast learner and quickly got a hang of the hero life.

He’s brilliant friend, Miles Prower, was researching a powerful old stone known as a “Chaos Crystal”. There had been alleged reports from other superheroes that a similar gem briefly bestowed the powers of Superman to the current Boy Wonder in Gotham City for a brief time. Miles couldn’t help but be fascinated by this and did some research, with Maurice’s help.

As Miles was finishing his tests, his lap was suddenly attacked by a group of parademons. Their master, Darkseid, wish to use the crystals power to enhance the strength of his armies. Not wasting a moment Maurice grabbed the crystal hoping to lure the invaders to a more remote area where no one could get hurt. However as he grabbed the crystal, his own kinetic electricity supercharged the crystal, unleashing its power.

With his newfound strength and speed, Blue Justice Took down all of the invading forces within the blink of an eye.

Nowadays, although Maurice still likes to don his classic blue outfit, if the situation deems necessary, he only has to grab his chaos crystal and whatever vile villain threatens the innocent will soon learn why you shouldn’t mess with SUPER SONIC.

5-GREEN LANTERN

All organizations need one thing to thrive: Good management.

Although to many it would seem like rather boring, unsatisfying labor, for the secretary of the green lantern corps, it’s heaven.

Following the death of her sectors Green Lantern, their ring would discover a dedicated public worker named Isabelle. Isabell was from an alien race who resembled anthropomorphic animals, such as cats, raccoons, and in her case, dogs. Before she even understood what was going on the ring transported her at light speed to Oa, Home world of the Green Lanterns.

Isabelle initially declined the offer, as The violent life of a space cop sounded a bit too extreme for her. Seeing as the guardians couldn’t force her to join they prepared to ship her back to her home world. As she waited, she passed the time by doing what she always did, organizing and generally trying to be helpful. Using her ring, Isabelle organized pamphlets, mopped the floors and performed maintenance simultaneously.

The guardians were quite impressed by her multitasking abilities and offered to keep her on not as a soldier but as their head secretary. Isabelle happily agreed.

She of course would still be taught basic combat in case the situation ever presented itself, but since then, Isabelle has led the often overlooked but essential elements needed to run the Green Lantern Corps.

6-INKLING GIRL

In Gotham City you need to things to make your mark:

1. A costume

2. A gimmick

Luckily for Meg she was quickly able to pick up her’s. You see, Megan wasn’t your average girl. She was born with meta human genes that replaced her hair with a fleshy substance resembling a squid tentacle. Along with this bizarre appearance she discovered despite her unusual scalp, she found herself to be quite vulnerable to water. She couldn’t just it just fine but if any of it touched her tentacle hair, she would find her self in immense pain. On the upside, her tentacles could naturally produce a special form of ink which she could transport herself through. Not very effective for regular living, but it was a nice party trick.

Sadly, although plenty of folk are rather excepting in Gotham, a lot more have very strong feelings about Meta Humans. Megan would often be bullied at Gotham High and outcast by her peers despite her impressive engineering skills.

She never let this get to her, but when she saw her tormentors picking on some of the few friends she had, Meg saw red and quickly defended them from the bullies.

This act of heroism gave Megan a warm feeling like she had never experienced before. She now knew exactly what she wanted to do with her life and her powers, she wanted to stand up to the bullies of the world, protect the little guy, and show that not all Meta Humans in Gotham City should be feared.

Of course she would need an arsenal to do this, so she quickly whipped up a batch of canisters to hold her ink within. She could hear her load the liquid into modified water pistols she carries around with her, or she could throw them like grenades. As a bonus since she can travel through the ink, she can also use these weapons for a quick getaway.

A.U not done by me big shoutout to a youtube username comic fan 13

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auroracalisto · 3 years

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in life and death

summary: in the events of dark phoenix, the reader is reunited with her twin brother charles, even though she tried her hardest to stay away from him after their mother sent her away and explained to charles that she had died, all the while trying to not let erik freak out when he realizes that he is, indeed, in love with someone else related to charles.

pairing: erik lehnsherr x female reader, twin! charles x twin! reader

word count: 2k words

warnings: canon divergence, reader is charles twin (i said she vaguely looks like him, but i don’t describe any physical appearance other than that), cussing, typical jean grey shit, not any actual violence, sibling banter towards the end, lots of death mentions, usage of mutation abilities (reader is able to manipulate anatomy, and in a way, place “blocks” in people’s minds for certain things, therefore manipulating their anatomy to block off certain parts of their memories), abusive relationship with reader’s mother in this for sure, talks of funeral and gravestone.

a/n: i still haven’t watched dark phoenix so i took some creative liberty and loosely read the wikipedia page. also, this was written as a request for @nuclearpizza84. i hope you enjoy :) if it’s not to your liking, please be sure to let me know and i’ll see what i can do!

The red haired woman had just appeared, introducing herself as Jean Grey. Erik immediately welcomed her into your home, without batting an eye your way. An uneasy feeling washed throughout your body, but you thought nothing of it until Jean started asking Erik for his help—that she had once again done something bad, and she didn’t know how to fix it.

Your fingers tapped repeatedly on your leg as you watched Erik from where you sat. “I don’t think this is a good idea,” you mumbled, watching him. Erik always tended to help any of those who came to his door. While not necessarily a bad thing, sometimes it was. With times like this, you knew that there was something wrong.

Jean knew what you were thinking—your discomfort with her was practically radiating off of your body. But she didn’t care. She didn’t come here for your help. She didn’t even know who you were, other than the fact that you looked strangely similar to Professor Xavier. She had come for Erik, knowing that in the past, he had been rogue himself and had dealt with Charles. She had nowhere else to go, other than Genosha. The only place where mutants could go for refuge, if they were running from even the school.

Erik sighed softly at you. He reached over and gently took your hand. “I know Jean. I’m going to help her,” he said. “I’ve no reason to turn her away.”

You just nodded, casting a glance towards the woman. Nothing more was said between you and your fiancée. You just watched, listening to them talk. Jean kept looking in your direction, and you didn’t quite understand why. Perhaps it was best that Charles did not know where you were—then, people like Jean wouldn’t come knocking on your door, asking for your brother’s help when you hadn’t been around him in years. You stayed in your mind for some time, eventually standing up to go and sit your glass of water back in the kitchen.

That was, until the sound of helicopters came from outside of your home. You tensed. That didn’t happen often, unless something was wrong. You looked straight at Jean.

“What are they here for?” you asked the woman.

She didn’t answer, going to the door. She opened it up, looking at what was going on. Your heart pounded in your chest.

“Erik,” you spoke, walking over to your lover.

The speaker attached to one of the helicopters, proclaiming that Jean needed to peacefully surrender—or else, of course, they would use force.

When Jean attacked, you knew it was over. Erik wouldn’t help—something that you were hoping would happen, but you never knew how soon it would have happened. Fate just seemed to be on your side at that moment, but you knew that it was only a matter of time before Erik decided to uproot you and return to America, helping your brother out with yet another deadly endeavor—even if Erik had no idea that the two of you were actually related. With your ability, you had made it to where Charles would not recognize you, and you made sure that Erik would never be able to make out the similarities that you and your twin shared. It was only right—after years of your brother believing you were dead; you did not want to bring that raining down on his shoulders.

—

The news reached the mutant refuge, and Erik did not talk to you for some time. Raven was dead, and she had been killed by Jean herself. Erik was angry. He had once loved Raven—you knew of this. It wasn’t hard to see how he still cared for his friend, especially in a moment like this. Who wouldn’t still care for someone they spent so long with? You understood where his anger came from, and you stayed there, waiting for him to say something to you—anything.

In his fit of rage, Erik looked you dead in the eye. “I’ll kill her.”

You parted your lips to talk, but you didn’t know what to say that would calm him. You reached out and took his hand. “We can’t go alone. You saw how powerful she was…”

There was no point in trying to stop him. Once Erik had something in his mind, it took him a long time to detach himself from it.

“That’s fine by me,” he snarled, taking in a deep breath. “Pack a bag. We’re leaving, tonight.”

—

Being surrounded by other mutants, you never once thought that you would have to look out for familiar faces. But Charles stood there, trying to stop people from fighting.

“There is no point in it,” you heard him say from a distance. “You’re only hurting yourselves by fighting each other.”

You scoffed. He was always like that—even when you were children.

That being said, it had been years since you last saw him. The mental block you applied to him made it to where he would never be able to recognize you as his sister.

At a young age, your mother had split the two of you apart, recognizing that two children exactly alike had not been something she wanted. So, she kept the boy, and got rid of the girl, quickly explaining to Charles that his sister was dead. But now, standing there, you wondered why he never came to find you. You were obviously alive, and you knew you weren’t making it easy on him—but why in the world had he never even tried?

Charles never once came to Erik, asking for help to find you. You were alive and well, that much was given. A part of you also remembered how your mother was. It was likely that she decided to make things easier on Charles and instead of saying she just gave you away, you had died. In a moment of self-pity, you wondered if your mother had made you a fake grave. Maybe you should visit it one day, see if Charles visited it often.

Erik had long run inside the building that Jean had ran into earlier. Charles had tried to talk some sense into him, but to no avail.

And for a moment, you felt your block on Charles slipping. You were tired. And the fact that you were so close to him did not help. Your block was breaking. His eyes locked with yours and immediately, he recognized you. Of course, he did.

“Oh shit,” you breathed out.

“[Your name]?” Charles blinked slowly, staring at you in disbelief. “How are you here? What—”

“Don’t.”

“What—what do you mean, don’t? How are you here? I’ve—you’re dead,” he squeezed his eyes shut.

You sighed softly. “I’m very much alive, Charles.”

“But mother said—”

“—mother said a lot of things.”

Charles pursed his lips. You were right.

“Alright. We can talk about this later. But please. We need to help Jean, not hurt her. She’s scared. She doesn’t understand how to control what’s going on. She hasn’t meant to hurt anyone—”

“—she killed your sister,” you said. You knew all about how Raven was his adopted sister. Nothing against her, of course. It was all your mother’s doing. Who knew that Erik always had a thing for people related to Charles?

He took in a deep breath. “Yes. She killed who I grew up with as a sister. But she did not mean to. We did not know how to handle her.”

“Oh, and what changed?”

“Being this way is not going to help anyone. She is going to kill Erik, unless we all agree to stop—”

“—sorry, Charles, no can do.”

—

Time seemed to speed up, and hours promptly passed by. The alien, Vuk tried her hardest to get everything from Jean. In the process, disaster struck.

You had just reunited with Erik when you were struck in the shoulder with a stun weapon. As you fell to the ground, you heard Erik shout. Then, everything went black.

Waking up, you slowly took in your surroundings. You were on a train. Without a clue where you were heading, you took the time to breathe deep. Erik was to your right. You could feel him moving around—he must have already been awake, and now, he was struggling to get out of the restraints.

Charles sat straight across from you, his eyes dead set in a glare pointed at the ground.

You cleared your throat, resting your head on the wall behind you. “Charles.”

He said nothing.

You looked over at Erik, who shrugged. “He’s been silent ever since we were captured.”

“Were you not shot—”

“—no. Collar. You’ve got one now, too.”

You squeezed your eyes shut.

“They put it on me while I aided you,” he chuckled softly. “I suppose it is my own fault…”

“None of this would have happened had you allowed me to talk some sense into her,” Charles spoke, looking up at his old friend. “Had you not attacked her; she would have been calm. She was scared, Erik. I’m sure she still is. I can feel her. She is at war with herself, and you have only aided in making her feel worse.”

“Could you feel me?” you asked.

“Quite impossible when you make it difficult for me to recognize you,” Charles immediately recounted. “How did you manage that? You’ve the ability to just manipulate minds? Nothing more, nothing less? I only felt you when your block dissolved. What does it take for it to do that?”

Charles was angry.

You stared him down. He returned your gaze.

For a set of twins that had been apart for decades at this point, you acted as if you had never once been split up.

“I can alter anatomy.”

“Can you now?” he scoffed. “You know. I would have thought that perhaps you would understand that not everyone is inherently evil. She is still good, [Your name].”

“Why would I understand that?”

Charles sighed. “Despite not being able to recognize you while you still had that going on, had I just focused, I could read your mind. You’ve been engaged for how long, Erik? To my sister?”

Erik blinked rapidly. “What?”

This, was of course, news to him. You never said anything about it. Charles was about to open a new can of worms that would blow up in your face after all of this was said and done.

“Nothing,” you shot at Erik. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“You’re siblings?” Erik asked.

“Stop it,” you groaned.

Charles clenched his jaw and he looked away from you.

“Look,” you began, frowning. “I’m sorry. I should have reached out to you sooner. More specifically, when I heard that mother died. But I didn’t. I didn’t know where to start looking—”

“—I never left the house.”

You looked towards the floor. “Now I know that. I should have come sooner. I should have told Erik and allowed him to tell you. But I thought that it would hurt more, knowing that mom just lied to us. To you, really.”

“She told me that you died. She set up an actual funeral, fit with a coffin and a headstone. She really played the part,” Charles said.

“I wondered that earlier, but now that you tell me that, it hurts a lot more,” you tried to laugh, as the realization that your mother probably hated you with every fiber in her ran through your head. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry it took… whatever the hell this is for you to realize that I’m still very much alive.”

“Perhaps we can speak about this later,” Charles began. “We should focus on getting out of here, before something worse happens.”

And of course, Charles had to speak it into existence. A loud, deafening bang nearly made you scream.

The aliens were back—and this time, they weren’t about to go easy on anyone.

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