#Stryker x Reader

[chibikyo]

Day 9 - Sensory Deprivation

Stryker x F!Reader

Reader learns that Stryker would like to cuff her after making a dumb joke. After careful discussion, they explore some new kinks together. I.E. - Stryker puts reader in handcuffs, a blindfold, a gag, and earplugs and sees how many times he can make her cum Warnings; Sensory deprivation, consensual bondage, mentions of safe sex practices, safe sane and consensual, reader almost uses safeword, aftercare, overstimulation

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It had started with a joke, something about Stryker using his handcuffs on her, though Y/n couldn’t remember the exact wording. She’d expected him to laugh, but when she’d turned her head there was a deep blush on his face and he had dragged her to their bedroom for some of the best sex they’d had to date. Later, Y/n had asked him if he thought about tying her up, and he’d admitted that he hadn’t considered it before, but he was seriously considering it now.

It had taken a few more weeks for her to actually convince him to try them. They’d discussed limits and safe words and Stryker had insisted on going out to get actual leather cuffs, padded and comfortable so they wouldn’t hurt her. He’d returned with significantly more than just cuffs and had blushingly admitted that he just couldn’t help himself now that the dam had burst open. Y/n carefully went through the purchases, ensuring nothing was outside her comforts, then had insisted Stryker cuff her to their headboard and fuck her into the mattress. 

That had been a few weeks ago. Tonight was their six month anniversary and Stryker had requested something special for the occasion. It wasn't often that he managed to outright ask for what he wanted, but he was getting more comfortable with it and Y/n could admit she was excited for the scene he described. It had taken some planning, ensuring there were ways for her to safeword, but Stryker was good at planning so that was easily remedied.

That is how she found herself cuffed to their head board tonight, reminiscent of that first time, though with a few additions. Stryker had been so gentle as he’d placed each piece of the ensemble, checking in and testing each planned safety. He’d placed the ball gag first, received a thumbs up for his verbal check in. Next came the noise canceling earplugs; two taps with his hand on her ankle got a second thumbs up. The final piece was a silk blindfold, taking away her ability to see him. She’d startled when she felt his warm fingers on her ankle, stroking gently before tapping twice, another thumbs up. She also tested her reach, knocking once on the headboard to ensure she could still do so. She was to tap out S.O.S. to safeword out, though they’d agreed he would stop everything on the first S. She was only to continue tapping as an added safety, in case he missed the three taps.

Already she felt floaty, the only sensation she could feel was the brush of his cargo pants against her leg as she felt him pull away. She tried to call him back, but the ball gag muffled her words to only a few desperate sounds. Anticipation coiled hot in her gut as she waited for what came next. They had discussed things in advance, so she knew what he might or might not do, but not when or what order. Time trickled by, with no sound or sight she couldn’t tell how long it had been yet.

She jerked again when she felt his fingers grip her thigh, lips pressing against her forehead softly. She could feel a vibration against her skin, knew he was likely talking her through things despite the earplugs blocking his voice, and it made her heart flutter with affection for him. He trailed feather light kisses down her skin, each point of contact sending shivers through her. He spent several minutes just sucking little bruises into her neck and shoulders, hands stroking up her arms soothingly. He knew each sensitive spot, lips hitting those areas with a marksman's accuracy, but without her other senses the touch was so much more pronounced, like static electricity as it set her nerves on fire.

She moaned through the gag as he kept going, lips closing over her left nipple so softly she wanted to sob. He suckled lightly, licking and teasing as his other hand came up to mirror what his tongue was doing. He’d loved just how sensitive her breasts were, loved to bite and squish and tease and she was already getting wet from just this. He clearly wasn’t in a hurry, alternating between each breast until she was quivering beneath him, her first orgasm already building steadily within her. She nearly screamed when he attached the first clamp vibrator, the soft buzzing setting the sensitive nerves ablaze. The other one followed a moment later, Stryker squeezing her breast together just to watch them bounce as gentle vibrations pulsed through her.

There was a huff of air against her belly as he moved lower, hands returning to the infuriating light strokes as he kissed a trail down her torso, stopping just above the start of her crease. She felt his hands grip her thighs, easing them open, grounding her with his steady grip. She would have begged if she could, desperate for him to touch her. She jerked when she felt wisp of air on her wet cunt, cooling the slick that had already leaked out. That bastard! She tried to squirm away, but he held her legs tight and then she gasped as he pressed his tongue flat against her clit, lapping at it with slow, deliberate drags of his tongue. 

Stryker held her down through her first orgasm, lapping at the slick that came spilling out of her as she shook and quivered and whined so sweetly behind her gag. He’d threatened more than once that he could spend hours eating her out, and he intended to get at least a second orgasm from her before he moved on to other stimuli. She was beautifully flushed now, nipples puffy and red, her cunt twitching from overstimulation as he pulled back, teasing her clit with the rough pad of his thumb. He nuzzled the soft skin of her thigh reverently.

“Wish you could see how lovely you look, gorgeous.” He whispered, making sure to exhale softly so she’d feel his hot breath on her skin. He gave her a moment to come down, waiting until she was still under his hands, before diving back in for a second round. He groaned as he ate her out, pushed two fingers into her soaking wet hole, suckled her clit knowing it drove her mad. She thrashed, the gasps and moans so wanton they went straight to his cock, hard and aching inside his pants though he ignored it in favor of reaching down to tap her ankle. She stilled, tapped once on the headboard then thumbs up  to ensure he heard and saw her greenlight. Reassured, he dipped back in like a man starved.

‘Oh god! Oh god, I’m gonna cum again! I can’t!’ Y/n thought, gag still preventing any words from escaping as Stryker adjusted the vibrator against her clit, turning it up higher. He had made her cum twice more with his tongue, until she had actually felt tears in her eyes, before he’d reached up to remove the earplugs. She’d whined, grateful for the return of one of her senses, but then he’d started talking and she realized it wasn’t a mercy.

“Such a good little slut for me, gorgeous. Going to make you cum again, honey.” Stryker grunted, his free hand coming up to toy with the nipple clamp. He’d turned the vibrations up on those as well, tugging and groping them every so often causing her to groan and whimper under his torturous hands. “Bet I can really make you scream this time, so loud even that gag won’t muffle the noise. Slut like you probably can’t wait. You’d beg me for it.” It was too much, the constant vibrations, the filthy words, she was going to cum again, her entire cunt aching and swollen and overstimulated. She felt him grasp one of the clamps and clenched as he ripped it free with a sharp, firm tug and she really did scream as her orgasm struck her like a truck, rolling through her and out of her quivering pussy. She felt something gush out as her back arched up from the bed, drenching the sheets beneath them, nearly missing the punched out groan from Stryker as he stroked her thigh.

“Gods, Y/n, you just squirted. Fucking soaked, gorgeous, holy shit.” She felt his tongue against her hole again, lapping up the flood of slick and it was too much, her hand striking the headboard in a single sharp note before she jerked it back. It was enough though, Stryker pulled up, hands reaching out to undo the gag and pull it out. It was soaked in drool and Y/n’s lips were as puffy and red as her nipples when the ball popped free.

“Are you good, Y/n?” Stryker asked, reaching for the blind fold.

“Wait.” Y/n croaked, feeling his hands still. “It was just a lot. Need a minute, but I still want to keep going.” She felt his fingers slip between her, squeezing, lips hot on her own as he kissed her softly. He unhooked the other nipple clamp, turned it off, tossed it over with the other toys. Y/n moaned gratefully.

“When you knocked, I was worried I’d hurt you.” Stryker admitted quietly. “If it’s too much I won’t be upset. This has already been more than I ever expected.” “You were perfect.” Y/n laughed. “Just, can we leave the gag off? Cuffs are fine, blindfold good, but my jaw hurts.”

“Of course, gorgeous.” Stryker kissed her again, chuckled as she chased his lips and they spent a few seconds just making out before Stryker pulled back. “Been wanting to hear you anyway. Miss those sweet little moans and gasps, honey.” She felt him pull away, whining at the sudden lack of contact, and he immediately reached out to stroke her calf. “One second, gorgeous, just gotta get ready for you, okay?”

“Okay. Trust you.” She murmured, letting out a sigh when she felt him climbing back up, positioning himself between her legs. She felt his cock slip between her lower lips, hot and hard and leaking against her puffy clit. He let his cock drag across her entrance a few times, savoring just how wet she still was.

“Gonna fill you up real good, gorgeous.” Stryker groaned, lining the tip up with her entrance and pushing in slowly. She was wet and gaping, the slide easy yet still snug around him as he sank into her to the hilt. She let out a choked off moan, body trembling as he began an easy pace, thrusting leisurely inside her, enjoying the warmth of her walls clinging to him. “Such a well behaved little slut, aren’t you? So eager to be filled up with my cock, huh?” “Kurtis!” She gasped, face flushing deeper as he began to pick up speed, his hands reaching up to play with her abused nipples and savoring how she whimpered with pleasure.

“Tell me you want me to fill you up. You wanted the gag out, so I want to hear you beg me to give you what I know you want.”

“Kurtis please! Want to feel you leaking out of me! Please cum inside me, fill me up with your thick cum!” Y/n begged. She heard him moan, felt his hands on her hips, and then he was fucking her for real. He pushed her legs up and out, pushed in deeper, his thrusts growing harder and faster and hitting so deep inside her. For several long minutes all that could be heard was the slap of skin, the low grunts and groans slipping free from Stryker’s lips, and the desperate pleas from Y/n as she begged for more. “Harder, please, Kurtis, so close! I’m gonna cum, please!”

“That’s it, cum for me, gorgeous! Cum on my cock!” Kurtis groaned, feeling her tremble around him as she came a fifth time. She squeezed him so tight, her muscles spasming as she moaned his name and that was it. He stilled, deep inside her, as he felt his own orgasm crash down around him. He felt his cum filling up the spaces inside her, pushing out around his cock as he pulled out. It dribbled out of her as her cunt fluttered, gaping and red. 

He unhooked her hands, slowly lifted the blindfold off of her, giving her time to adjust to the light. Her cheeks were wet with tears, expression soft and fucked out. He stroked her cheek as he pulled her into his arms, murmured sweet nothings into her ear as he cleaned her up and gave her a few sips of water. She sighed, burrowing into his arms and his warmth with a contented sigh.

“Too much?” Stryker asked, eyes shining with worry. Y/n shook her head.

“Perfect, Kurtis.” She replied. “Everything was perfect. You were perfect.” She emphasized this by sharply poking his chest. He laughed. “Could use a bath, though. Sore.” She added.

“Anything for you, honey.”

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[1-up-chump]

mortal kombat MK 3 roster SFW general HC

Cyrax

Cyrax is a sweetheart and pretty moderate with showing affection, Although he won't go father than a hug and a kiss. He tries to keep you at a distance with the lin kuei and his more personal business, but regardless of what happens he's still going to love you. And when he inevitably becomes a cyborg, loving you will never be reprogrammed out.

Cyrax prefers quality time than gifts, time being a precious thing, he would rather spend it with someone he cares about deeply. He enjoys conversation even if neither of you have to say much, the little things matter to cyrax and especially after becoming a cyborg

Cyrax would sacrifice a lot of things but for you especially, netherrealm would freeze over before he'd allow you to get hurt, much less suffer a fate similar to his.

Sektor

Sektor is a bit stiff with showing affection but the smallest gestures with him mean a lot. He's always been loyal to the lin kuei, not even you could change that. However he's softer on you than others, it may not seem like much, but it matters.

Like cyrax, quality time is his preferred way of showing affection, maybe even the only way. But to him time is even more precious, and spending it with you is his greatest gift.

Sektor may be conflicted when you get hurt, preferring that you could handle yourself. Perhaps even try to get you to eventually become a cyborg like himself so you both can work together and be of superior physical capability. But even if you refuse, sektor might actually fight his reprogramming for the first time if he's ever sent to harm you.

Kabal

Oh he will not shut up about you, kabal will brag about you and not afraid to get a little handsy in public. You do the same to him however is a different story and he'll get all flustered.

Kabal will give you any kind of expensive thing, mostly out of "societal expectation" of whats the best way to win your heart. But really he likes to just do things for you, hold your hand, even talk with you. Really kabal is kinda insecure of a dude (i mean his face literally got messed up bad) so he might try to overcompensate but once you reassure him, he's very sweet.

Kabal is dead serious if anyone threatens or harms his darling. They'll be dead before they even realize it, before you probably even register you were ever in danger in the first place.

Stryker

(Ok im gonna admit, he's my least fave mk character EVER but I'll try to write him good)

Stryker is a bit of a serious kinda guy so when it comes to relationships, he's gonna be a bit stiff with PDA but not so stiff you can't do something simple like hand holding and kissing. Private is a different story he's more lax but kinda traditional in the sense that, he's more likely to take the lead in certain romantic situations like opening the door for you or carrying you bridal style. Although he's not gonna complain too much if you insist on doing all that too.

The most you're gonna get in ways of gifts is flowers, maybe a cute bracelet he saw that he knew you'd like. Its not that he doesn't want to, he just thinks spending time with someone and doing things with them is more important than material. To Stryker, material things is just the icing on a cake, too much and its just a tub of frosting.

Stryker is absolutely not gonna let you get hurt on his watch. If you're not the fighting type or not fit to, he wants you out of harmful situations asap no questions asked. But if you can hold your own, he's still going to be a bit more protective than necessary bc he can't afford to lose you, Stryker doesn't believe he could ever emotionally recover from that.

Nightwolf

Oh he's such a gentleman with you, he's simple with public affection but in private he's very romantic and heartfelt. He takes the relationship seriously.

Any gift he gives you is gonna be handmade, from jewelry to food, its all made with love. But he shows his love in many ways equally mostly with relaxing in silence at night, star gazing with you is his favorite moment.

Hell hath no fury than nightwolf seeing you get hurt. The greater the injury, the greater the pain inflicted on whoever is unfortunate enough to get an axe to the head, And a spirit animal biting their guts out

Sindel

Sindel shows affection in that regal sort of way, nothing too intimate but probably more intimate than kitana would be comfortable with. Needless to say, sindel is gonna treat you good. Even when corrupted by dark magic she still is generous to you, of course by the twist of said magic she expects you to not mind being the "submissive" one in the relationship from time to time. She's a queen and expects to be treated as such either way.

Lavish, rare and expensive gifts are to be expected. Both received and delivered, but if you're with sindel your status should make it relatively easy for you to find something sindel would like. Sindel is a words of affirmation kind of woman, she loves to give praise and hear it back. Sindel loves to remind you how much she loves you, but she won't shy away from getting physical if her words alone aren't enough. Just a fair warning, sindel likes to "squeeze" a lot

It should be obvious that it's a bad idea to mess with sindel, let alone hurt her lover. Sindel isn't afraid to personally get her hands dirty to "make an example" out of someone. Fortunately you've learned to pack a few spare earplugs in such a case even if the poor victim is far away from you. Sindel's scream can carry sound even from far distances

Sheeva

Sheeva is sort of like goro when showing affection, but not as "show offey". Like she just appreciates your presence more than anything, but doesn't shy away from declaring her love.

Her gifts come in the form of armor, something to protect you, but also act as a show of love and devotion. Strong armor that won't break so easily. Sheeva also likes to "play wrestle" with you from time to time, take that as you will.

Sheeva would rather take someone who can defend themselves physically, however appreciates other forms of strength as well. But regardless, if you're hurt badly, sheeva is gonna skin alive whoever hurt you and wear them as a mini coat

Smoke/tomas vrbada

Tomas is a sweetheart and knows the danger of showing affection and others potentially using this knowledge for malicious purposes. Despite that he tries to get away with lowkey hand holding and kissing you in the shadows as much as possible.

Tomas is a kind of homemade gifts kind of guy. Whether that be origami or he makes you a homecooked meal, its from the heart. But he's very smooth yet humble about it. The only lavish gift he'll give is a beautiful wedding ring later down the relationship.

Despite the terrible fate he ends up having, no amount of reprogramming will remove his love for you. Fighting within an inch of his soul to keep you from harms way, even from himself. You'll always be able to snap him out of whatever evil thing the lin kuei did to reprogram his mind, body, and to a degree his soul.

Motaro

(So sorry motaro enjoyers this was the best gif i could find)

Everyone doesn't know whether or not to be shocked that someone was crazy enough to be in a relationship with motaro, or that motaro even has a relationship in the first place. But regardless, the Centaurian carries you around like royalty.

Don't expect much in the way of gifts, but motaro's love language is fighting or hunting alongside you. He might even show off a bit and prance around with pride if you're impressed.

Even if you suck at fighting, motaro may be highly annoyed trying to protect you all the time. But he will always make sure no one would even lay a finger on your head, at least while still intact and not crushed to death.

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[pastafossa]

The Red Thread: Chapter 120

Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Chapter Summary:

Matt was still gone by the time you made it back to the apartment, a garment bag over one shoulder and your invitation tucked away safely in your bag. But that wasn’t exactly unusual. He was no stranger to working late, nor were you, and while the two of you did the best you could to eat dinner together, your success rate the past few months had hovered somewhere around fifty percent. That rate would likely get lower while he worked with Foggy and Karen on Frank Castle’s case. Fortunately, he’d make it up to you later. Until then, you could survive on the affectionate way he cuddled sleepily into you when he crawled into bed each night.

There was, however, one thing that did strike you as unusual. Namely: a package with a note on top addressed to Jane Hind.

Wordcount: 5,805

Warnings for this chapter: we’re going to touch a little on the mistreatment of mutants/inhumans/the enhanced in society in this chapter, so practice caution!  Also mild bit of spiciness because Matt really likes you in silk...

Read me on AO3 because that’s where penguins hang out

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MASTERLIST

*= prioritized/characters I enjoy writing for the most

MARVEL

Steve Rogers*

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

Baron Helmut Zemo

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

Krasinski!Reed Richards*

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

Jack Thompson

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

STRANGER THINGS

Billy Hargrove*

ONESHOTS:

No One Like You- You arrive at Tina’s Halloween party, and a certain blond haired boy meets your eye.

Those Damn Red Shorts- As the sister of Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove is the one man that is considered “off-limits”. That all changed after you got a job at the Hawkins Community Pool.

Don’t Blame Me- What would have happened if instead of Billy being flayed, it was his girlfriend?

HEADCANONS:

Jason Carver*

ONESHOTS:

Paradise City- When Lucas’ new friend makes a pit stop in Hawkins, they catch the eye of one starry-eyed blond.

HEADCANONS:

Steve Harrington

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

KNIVES OUT

Ransom Drysdale*

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

GLASS ONION

Miles Bron*

ONESHOTS:

Midnights Become Our Afternoons- Working at the Glass Onion during it’s prime, you’re bound to meet some pretty interesting people. One of which is Miles Bron.

HEADCANONS:

Dating Miles Bron Headcanons

Dating Miles Bron Headcanons Part 2

GREYS ANATOMY

Mark Sloan

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

Tom Koracick

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

DIVERGENT

Eric Coulter*

SERIES:

Smart Alec- You’re a first-year initiation instructor, and an Erudite transfer is making it his goal to get under your skin.

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

THE HUNGER GAMES

Finnick Odair*

SERIES:

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

DAISY JONES AND THE SIX

Billy Dunne

SERIES:

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

THE BOYS

Soldier Boy*

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

Homelander*

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

MORTAL KOMBAT

Johnny Cage*

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

Kurtis Stryker

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** I WILL WRITE THESE TWO TOGETHER WITH READER! **

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[yuan4i]

CULT OF DIONYSUS al haitham x reader x kaveh

SYNOPSIS kaveh, al haitham and you are close friends and went to the same high school. but after your junior year, you left them and sumeru behind for liyue’s 2 year med school exchange program. now you’re back in sumeru for a class reunion and attending sumeru akademiya. 

STATUS 01/14/23, on going, slow updates

GENRE social media au, modern au, college au 

CONTENT WARNINGS childhood friends to lovers, mentions of cheating, angst, love triangle, suggestive, implied female (they/them prns), written before kaveh's in game release, messy timestamps, will add more later!

TAGLIST closed for now! please let me know if you changed your username

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CHARACTERS

4LYFERS | overwork no sleep

ACT I - "I'M FEELING DEVIOUS"

01 . still sleeping ? 02 . packing 03 . reunion message?? 04 . bitch this you? 05 . i'll try to miss you ✿ 06 . bro's down bad fr 07 . 10/10 08 . reunion day ✿ 09. what's his problem? 10 . pretty boy 11 . asked them out 12 . why r u here? ✿ 13 . his text 14 . lying to me? 15 . you? upset? 16 . call me if u get lost

ACT II - "YOU'RE LOOKING GLAMOROUS"

17. is it too late to switch majors?? ✿ 18. third wheeling? 19. tall, blonde and gorgeous ✿ 20. cuddles on the couch 21. do you like him? 22. wingman !? 23. tickets (and backstage) 24. welcome to the renaissance ✿ 25. you guys knew?? ✿ 26. get drunk 27. sober up, bitch 28. cruel summer ✿ 29. can i kiss you? ✿ 30. good for them. | 30.5 cult of dionysus notes ✿

ACT III - "LETS GET MISCHIEVOUS"

31. hello panda cookies 32. man wtf ✿ 33. get me out 34. homophobia arc 35. fuck this 36. exams 37. fool ✿ 38. tba... 39. tba...

ACT IV - "AND POLYAMOROUS"

tba...

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[ethanmorales]

Misconceptions

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Part 4 - Air

Pairing: Ethan Morales x fem reader 4.1k words Requested Tags: @arij3lly@hitoshislut@bjrmaybank@ghostfaceorgirlfriend @in-silverlake @misacc08 Warnings: swearing, smut

It's the beginning of a brand-new school year at Sherman Oaks high. The last year for some of us; me included. But the start of my senior year, ironically, is not the reason my legs are wobbly. Nope, that was all because of Ethan, who had knocked on my window for a late-night visit about 6 hours ago. There were a few things he wanted to try so… let’s just say, it was a good thing my mom had the night shift at the hospital.

It’s only been a week since our first time. Only a week since he admitted having feelings for me. Unfortunately, we didn’t discuss the matter further. My mom had gotten home after his confession, and he practically had to take his clothes and run out the back door before we got caught. We’ve met almost every day since, but we haven’t talked about us. We kiss a lot and of course we have sex, sometimes we even cuddle, and we talk about our days, but we never talk about what we are to each other and at this point, I’m afraid to ask.

I loved every second of the time we’ve spent together. But now that school has started again, I’m afraid. Afraid that things will go back to how they used to be. Afraid that a new girl will catch his attention. I know it makes no sense, after he confessed to having feelings for me, but the heart is a treacherous thing. You can never trust it. I most certainly don’t trust mine. It always makes me feel crazy most times. Or maybe it’s my mind that’s the problem.

It doesn’t help that it’s almost time for first period and I’ve not heard from Ethan yet. He usually texts me as soon as he wakes up. Today? Nada. I even texted him first, but he left me on read.  So, I’m spiraling, just a little bit. I think I’m entitled to in this situation.

I glance around the hallway one more time as the bell rings. I don’t see him anywhere. At that moment, Devi links her arm around mine. “That was the bell ringing just now,” she said, pointing a finger in the air.

I ignored the sarcasm but let her steer me away to our first class.

“I was expecting some witty remark,” she said, when I didn’t reply.

I force myself to smile, “Sorry, head in the clouds today.”

“It’s okay, girl. The first day of school sucks. My sleeping schedule is so messed up from a summer full of all-nighters.”

I quirk an eyebrow at this, “Do these all-nighters have a name?”

Devi shakes her head furiously, “Nope. No name at all.” I pretended to believe her as our teacher walked in the door, closing it behind him. I look back to Ethan’s desk but it’s empty. I hide my phone under the desk and shoot him a quick text.

Skipping on the first day? That’s bad, even for you.

Devi smacks the top of my desk, eyes wide. I glance to the front of the classroom and see the teacher is staring right at me. “Sorry, Mr. Shapiro.”

He sighs, “You guys are lucky I am the coolest teacher ever,” he continues before anyone can respond. “Raise of hands if you completed your summer reading,” pauses, “Yes, the audio book counts. No, the movie does not.”

The rest of the class was a blur. A glance at my phone confirmed that Ethan hadn’t responded. The anxiety in my chest continued to grow as time continued to pass. At lunchtime I still hadn’t heard from him. At this point, I was angry.

Fuming, I stomped all the way to my locker, putting away my books and backpack for the hour. As I’m closing the door, Dominic Stryker leans against the locker next to mine. Dominic was an exchange student that started late last semester. Everyone was surprisingly welcoming to him, but that might have something to do with the fact that he’s hot. Mind you, I only have eyes for Ethan but if I didn’t, the windswept blond hair and bright blue eyes would do it for me.

But Ethan was very much the only person that I wanted, so Dominic’s presence only served to irritate me more.

“Yes?” I asked when he just stared at me, sweeping his hair back with his hand.

Unfazed by my tone, he smiles warmly at me, “Say, have you seen Ethan anywhere? He hasn’t been in any of our classes.”

I frown at this, “Of all the people you could ask, why would I know where he is?”

Dominic shrugs, “I just got a vibe last time, like you were into him or something.”

I huffed. “I am definitely not into him.” I say it louder than I intend to, and some people slow down to look at us. He waves at them, and they quickly carry on with their business.

“My bad,” he says, looking back at me, smiling wider, “Just a misunderstanding.”

I sigh, once I realize that I’m being snappy and rude. “I’m sorry. It’s not been a great morning, I’m a little on edge. There’s no excuse for taking it out on you.”

Dominic slides over the lockers a bit, cutting some of the distance between us; then lowers his voice.

“I forgive you,” he says, “but I might have to seek compensation for the emotional damage.”

I roll my eyes, but a smile does tug at my lips. “Whatever. I’ll buy you a soda. Is that compensation enough?”

He laughs and shakes his head. “How about a meal? After school?”

I suddenly realized that he was asking about Ethan to make sure he could make his move. And I basically gave him the opening. Horrified, I struggle to respond.

“I- uh

“She’s busy after school.” The voice was very close behind me. I turned around so quickly that I bumped into his chest.

“Ethan.” Even at my addressing him, he didn’t look at me. His eyes were fixed on Dominic. For the moment, I ceased to exist.

“I think Y/N can decide if she’s busy or not,” Dominic says, standing up straighter to look down at Ethan. But Ethan seems unfazed.

“I think you need to keep walking before I lose my patience.” Ethan’s words were calm, but I knew him well enough to know this was the calm before the storm. I’ve seen him fight before; Dominic did not stand a chance if it turned into that.

“Guys, please. Just stop. If you get detention this week, they won’t let you come to homecoming.” I was trying to be the voice of reason, but my reasoning was lacking in many ways. My audience could care less about homecoming, for one.

“I’m still waiting for a response, “Dominic says, ignoring my previous statement. “Food after school? I know a cool spot.”

Ethan pulls me to the side so that he can face Dominic without me being in the middle.

“I already told you that she’s busy.” Ethan’s voice was not as calm as before. His hands were balled into fists. I knew I had to stop this now or it would turn into a fight.

“I got a lot going on right now, sorry Dominic.” My words come out quick.

Ethan smiled at this, motioning towards me. “You heard her. Now go find someone else to hit on.”

Dominic’s expression was deadly as he stared back at Ethan, but then his gaze turned to me.

“I thought you were definitely not into him,” he said it in a mocking tone, air quotations in the air. I didn’t know what to say that could make this better, so I just looked at him with what I hoped looked like a silent apology.  He just shook his head in disbelief as he pushed past us, finally leaving us alone.  

Even with his departure, Ethan stays in place, still not looking at me.

“Ethan?” I finally say.

I jump in surprise as he slams his fist on the locker door and I see the metal bend.

“Oh my God,” I grab his arm and pull him away before anyone sees what he did. I haul him through the hallway and take a left, this part of school is empty during lunch time. I find the nearest door and push him through it. I lock the door behind us and turn around. It’s the faculty bathroom, I realize.

“Are you insane? Do you know how much trouble you could get into for damaging school property? You don’t need a vandalism strike on your records.”

He finally turns to face me, but the expression on his face is even angrier than before.

“What the fuck do I care about that?” he replies. Before I can start listing the reasons why he should care, he continues, “What the fuck was that shit about?” He points to the door, but I know he is talking about Dominic. I stay quiet for a moment, not sure how to proceed. I had never seen him this angry. Ever. But at the same time, screw him. I was angry at him myself.

“I should be the one asking you, what the fuck was that? I’ve been looking for you all morning and texting you and nothing. You ghost me and then have the audacity to throw a jealous scene over some guy asking me out?!” The volume of my voice rose with each word.

 I half expected Ethan to throw more angry words at me, or to yell back at me, but it was the opposite. His voice low, he responds. “I dropped my phone in the toilet this morning.”

I stare, waiting for the punchline but he doesn’t say anything else.

“You dropped your phone in the toilet,” I repeat, not sure if I believed it.

Ethan let out an annoyed breath, “I was going to respond to your text, and I dropped it. If you texted after the first one that I read, I haven’t seen them. I left my phone in a bowl of rice.”

I scoff, “Your phone is waterproof.”

Ethan gives me a pointed look, “Not if you leave it in water for a long time, apparently.”

“Why would you leave it in there at all?”

Silence.

“Ethan, I am trying to give you the chance to explain.”

He mumbled something under his breath.

I take a step closer to hear him better. “What was that?”

Ethan shakes his head. “My parents were fighting again.”

“Oh.” Is all I can say.

Ethan laughs, but the sound is bitter.

“Yeah. So, I’m sorry I couldn’t get back to you then. But you letting this dick hit on you while I’m dealing with that shit. Fuck that.”

I suddenly felt terrible, even though I didn’t know what was happening until he explained. We kept ending up in this situation, always with a misunderstanding. But I knew the only reason this kept happening is because our communication was shit. Because I didn’t know where we stood.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize he was hitting on me until it was too late.” I finally say.

Ethan scoffs – not amused.

“What are we?” I finally ask, exasperated. As soon as the words spill out of my mouth, I regret them. This was the last thing Ethan would want to talk about with everything going on.

Ethan just stares at me. Looking beautiful and tortured.

“Sorry. Forget I said anything,” my voice trembles and I hate it.

Ethan steps closer. “Are you serious?”

I meet his gaze, but I can’t decipher the emotion in his eye.

“I said forget about it!” I start turning to leave, embarrassed at my outburst. Ethan just pulls me into him and kisses me. I’m too stunned to respond to his kiss, which seems to upset Ethan more as he pushes me into the bathroom sink, kissing me more aggressively. I give in and kiss him back. His tongue quickly starts a tug of war with mine as he deepens the kiss. After a moment of this, I can’t remember what we were arguing about in the first place. All I can think about is the way his mouth moves with mine, effortlessly. His hands on my waist, then lower, cupping my butt. I pull away for a moment, “It’s the teacher’s bathroom,” I said, my voice breathless.

“I don’t give a fuck,” is all he says, as he kisses me once more, then stops, “You asked me a question. I’m making my point.” I try to remember what the question was but then we’re back at it and I forget to remember.

Ethan plops me on top of the sink as we continue kissing. I feel one of his hands on my thigh and then moving slowly up under my skirt.

“Fuck.” He groans against my lips. I smile, knowing that he has realized I’m not wearing underwear.

“This better have been for me and not for that asshole,” he says as his fingers caress my opening.

I look at him, annoyed. Smack him in the chest. “Do you really think I care about Dominic?”

Ethan holds my gaze steadily and my heart flutters. Stupid body. Why do you have to react in the most annoying ways at the worst possible times. Who cares about his beautiful caramel skin and beautiful brown eyes. He is a jerk.

“I hope not.” He finally says.

“What?”

“I hope you don’t care about him. I hope you only care about me.”

My heart speeds up. “I don’t care about him or any other guy.” I start to tell him that he was the only one I care about, but I don’t get a chance to tell him. In that moment, he slips a finger inside of me and I gasp in surprise. Ethan holds my gaze as he slips a second finger in. I let out a shaky breath as he starts moving in and out.

“I’m the only guy who’s allowed to do this, do you understand?” His tone was a mixture of anger and lust. I was holding on to his arms for dear life as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, then he presses on my clitoris with both fingers, which makes me moan involuntarily. I claw my nails into his arms to keep myself together.

“Do you understand?” he asks again. Fighting the ache building up inside me and breathing heavier by the second, I nod.

His fingers stop moving suddenly, leaving with their absence, a vengeful kind of coldness and I whine in protest. “Ethannn”

“Say it.” He demands. I frown at him, annoyed.

“Fine. You’re the only one who is allowed to do this.”

He smirks. “Yeah, I am.”

I think of an insult to throw at him but never get to say it. At my saying what he wants to hear, Ethan’s hands spread my legs apart and he kneels, his head disappearing under my skirt. Still, I’m not prepared for the attack from his tongue.

Ethan’s POV

I’m not proud at how I reacted about that dick hitting on her, but when I walked over and heard him flirting with her and then asking her out…  It felt like I was set on fire by some supernatural being. It took all of me not to pummel him right there. The nerve on this fucker; to ask my girl out. But what really fucked me up is that she didn’t immediately reject him. That felt like a stab to the heart. I wanted to burn the whole damn world down.

Once in the bathroom, as we threw angry words at each other I realized what the problem was. We both care too fucking much, but we also hold back even more.

Most of the anger in me dissipates at her words when she finally says what I want to hear, even if she only says them because I told her to. I don’t know how to say the things I want to say, so I decided to show her to the best of my abilities. I drop to my knees and in between her legs and under the shield of her skirt, I kiss her in her wetness. I hear her breathing pick up as I suck at her clit; her hand grabbing at my hair. I groan, turned on even more at the simple gesture. I loved it when she did that.

I pull away and she practically whimpers. “Don’t stop.”

I stand up and look at her. Her cheeks are flushed, her chest moving fast with shallow breaths. I feel more blood rushing to my dick. The pain is almost unbearable now.

“Hang on, baby.” I fumble with the button in my jeans. Once I pull them with my boxers, I let her look at me for a moment, the desire in her eyes just driving me to the edge. I pull her to me for a second, kiss her lips softly and smile.

“Now turn around,” I order.

She looks confused for a second, but she does as she is told. Her doing everything I ask her makes me so fucking horny, she has no idea how much power she has over me. Fueled by an animalistic kind of desire, I guide her to a bending position and hold her hips with both my hands. Without a word, I push myself into her. I see her grab onto the sink to support herself as I drive myself deeper inside her. I give her a moment to get used to the feeling since it��s the first time we have done this.

I can see her flushed face through the mirror and when she makes eye contact with me, I catch the silent plea. At this, I lose whatever is left of my sanity. I plunge myself inside of her. She moans and I follow, as I slip in and out. As I watch our reflections in the mirror, I see when she starts to close her eyes as the pleasure continues to build. I hate the idea of her not looking at me when I’m inside her. I pulled out and turn her around to face me.

“Don’t take your eyes off me.”

I lift her onto the sink again and hold her gaze as I shove my throbbing dick inside her again. At this angle, her head falls back when she screams. I grab her face to make her look at me.

“God, Ethan.” Her reaction eggs me on. I move faster, knowing I have a limited time to make her cum. I was barely hanging on as it is. Our breaths were labored as I continued to fuck her. You could hear her wetness as I moved, but her pussy continued to tighten around me so I knew she was close. I slid out a bit and positioned myself slightly to the left before I pushed myself in again. She screamed, loudly this time. I smiled at finding the right spot and moved faster. This time, as if we were in sync, we came together. Once we rode the wave, breathing heavily, I gently helped her off the sink. After pulling my pants up, I loop my arms around her and rest my sweaty forehead against hers. We both closed our eyes, trying to catch our breath.

“What I was trying to say is… you’re mine.” I finally found the words.

I open my eyes to find her watching me. Her face gets redder. I’m confused for a moment and then realize why she’s upset.

“And I’m yours. I thought that part was obvious.” I say.

Y/N narrows her eyes at me, and I laugh.

“How is that obvious?” she asks.

“I told you how I felt last week. If anything, I’m the only one that should be angry. You never told me how you felt about me.”

“I thought that part was obvious.” She throws the words back at me, her tone playful.  

I smile and kiss her deeply.

“So how do you feel about me?” I ask after we stop.

I didn’t want to admit that it had bothered me so much. We’ve spent the last week glued to each other and not once had she brought it up, so I decided to not bring it up and make an even bigger fool out of myself. But the more days passed, the more insecure I became. That’s probably why I lost my mind earlier.

Y/N smiles softly and cups my face with her hands.

“I’ve been crazy about you for I don’t know how long,” she says. I smiled at her words, the heavy feeling in my chest finally easing.

“Me? But I suck,” I say jokingly.

“Yet I’m still in love with you.” She pushes at me gently, embarrassed. I grin like an idiot at her declaration.

I grab her face and kiss her again. Once, twice, three times.

“Ethan,” she giggles. I bury my face in her neck and kiss her there too, holding her tightly against me.

“I love you too.” I say.

When she looks at me, I see stars in eyes.

A knock on the door makes us both jump.

“Shit.”

Y/N POV

“Oh God, we’re going to get expelled.”

Ethan chuckles at this and I smack his arm.

“Just deny everything. They didn’t see anything so it’s their word against ours.”

I shake my head, “But the door was locked.”

“Hey,” he says, lifting my chin up, “You trust me?”

I nod and he smiles.

“Then follow my lead.”

I do. I walk slowly behind him, fighting the soreness in my body and holding on to Ethan’s arm when I notice how shaky my legs are. Ethan looks beside me and realizes. He gives me what seems to be an apologetic smile.

We moved to the door, which was still being knocked on. He turns the lock and opens it.

We’re both surprised to see Paxton standing there, swimming coach uniform on. I don’t think Ethan was prepared to see him of all people. He stays quiet.

Paxton looks at him and then me, almost trying to hide a smile.

“You guys should go. Now. Be thankful it was me.”

I let out a sigh of relief and so did Ethan. We started moving around him and out into the hallway, but Paxton put a hand up to stop me as I was about to walk past him.

“You might want to try being a bit more… discreet next time.” I look at him, confused and he elaborates, stepping closer to not be heard. “You were loud. Like very loud.” I blush furiously at his words and speed away from him. I heard him chucking behind me.

The end of lunch arrives at the sound of the bell and suddenly the empty hallways fill up again, everyone going into classrooms and their lockers to pick up their stuff at the last minute. As we’re moving through the people around us, Ethan’s hand slips into mine and he interlocks our fingers. I quickly looked at him in a question. But he just smiles. We walk to my next classroom, and he walks in with me, hand in hand, even though we don’t share this class. We get to my desk, which coincidentally, is next to Dominic’s. I understand now.

“Thanks for walking me.” I say, shyly. I hear my classmates whistling and adding commentary in the background. I sit down but notice Ethan hasn’t moved from his spot. I look at him in a question. He then bends down and kisses me long. I vaguely hear angry muttering beside me, but I ignore it, lost in the kiss.

“Good afternoon Mr. Morales. I wasn’t aware I had you in this class.” My math teacher had arrived.

Ethan winked at me as he moved away to leave. “I’m out,” he tells my teacher, hands up in surrender, turns around and points at me, “I just wanted to take care of my lady.”

The whole class reacts loudly.

I sink lower into my desk. Still, I smile. He was announcing to the world that we’re together, claiming me in front of everyone.  I couldn’t imagine ever being happier than I was in that moment.

The End.

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A/N: Thank you all for reading! You are bomb! Hope you enjoyed this little story of mine. I enjoyed writing it. Stay tuned for other fanfics and/or one shots about Ethan. ☺️

Stay awesome, much love xx

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Hey 👋 I’m not too sure if your doing requests( if not completely ignore this it’s fine:)) but I was requesting a peaky blinders one-shot where reader is like an orphan and lives in an orphanage and tommy the philanthropist he is goes down to the orphanage with Polly,John,Arthur,and Ada and whoever else you want and they see reader going at it with on of the sisters. You could choose the conflict or their argument but yeah, if you could draw the reader as someone who’s quick and sarcastic with their words like a speak before thinking type of person you know. Also can this be like a tommy Shelby x daughter!reader kinda like a found family kind of trope. Sweet kisses love your stories❤️

Dear Anon,

I hope this does it justice!! I changed a few things because I felt like it fit the story better (I hope that's alright) but there is lots of family stuff. And lots of Lizzie and Tommy - not something I have ever written before so hopefully that's also alright. Sweet kisses back to you love, thank you for this wonderful idea!!!

Warnings: peaky type stuff, religious language? Implied that a priest was going to assault the reader, bad words, not descriptive death of parents, mentioned death of a baby, grief, so much sweetness and hurt comfort and hopefully laughs. I promise it's not as dark or sad as it sounds. Also some Grace bashing / group hate.

Word count: 6606 - may have gotten carried away...

Part 2

Tommy watched Lizzie closely as they approached the large building. According to his sources it housed around a hundred and fifty children, the building was large but it didn't seem that large. 

It was gray and rainy, much like every day. The dark dampness didn’t bother him as it had seeped into his bones and made a home long ago. At this point, he was convinced that the sunlight would simply cause him to turn to ashes if it ever reached his skin. 

Lizzie looked nervous but that was expected, he felt beyond nervous. Suddenly hoping she would change her mind altogether. Children were overrated, he would know having raised Finn and half of John's kids. But after her she lost the baby, he would do anything to bring some happiness to her. He knew he wasn't the best husband, but he was trying to do better every day. 

Walking up the steps a voice in his mind started to remind him that he would only be bringing this baby into a world of danger and horror. Only going to ruin them so no God would allow them refuge. He pushed them down as best he could, reaching out to hold Lizzie’s hand. She looked taken back at the gesture, another thing wrong with them. Wrong with the situation. 

They were escorted in to look at the babies. They were just as expected, plump, cute, and small. Tommy tried not to look at them too close, no point in getting attached. Lizzie would pick a baby, and he would attempt to be a good father. 

He hated that he knew what it felt like to reach out for parents that were not there to hold you. He was sulking when a commotion caught his attention. 

“For Fucks sakes woman! ” A girl shouted. 

“You listen here. Father Stryker is a noble member of this community and organization. You will do what he asks of you.” A woman responded in a cold tone. 

“We both know that’s not what God would want you old bat.” The girl snapped back and he held back a smile. 

“Now you listen here, we do not know what God wants, that’s not our place. He has a way -” 

“No, he sure as hell doesn't. God would NEVER.” The girl demanded. “I thought God was in all of us, and GOD doesn't want me to be alone with him. In fact, I would say he’s overcome with passion about the issue. It would be a sin for me to ignore his protests.” 

“I will not tolerate such language, you foul girl!” The sound of a slap was dealt out. Tommy felt an odd feeling of unease about the situation. 

“You let this happen! You. And you will BURN FOR IT. Mark my words, you will suffer an eternity for his sins. There are no amount of crosses under the sun for Jesus to croak on that would make up for your grotesque choices you evil witch.” The girl's voice was pure venom, and Tommy was overcome with an urge to protect the girl. What type of place were they running here? 

“I want her,” Lizzie said clearly standing next to him looking at the Sister that was showing them around. 

“Sorry Mrs. Shelby ?” She asked looking for clarification. 

“The girl in the hall.” He looked at Lizzie landing her eyes on a girl that must have been about 15 standing off with the nun in the hallway. Her face was beet red, making her blue eyes seem extraordinarily bright in contrast,  her fists clenched ready for a fight of any size. That girl did not care what happened, she wasn't going to back down. 

“Ah, are you sure? She’s quite temperamental.” She responded looking embarrassed. 

“Excellent, I’ve never seen anyone look so much like my husband,” Lizzie said with a smirk on her face.  

“We’ll take her. And I’d like a word with management.” He asserted firmly. This was not the sort of thing he could look the other way on, plus it would only further the family image. Win-win. 

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Another sister came into the hallway. 

“Sister Margret, she has been requested by a family.” She said quickly. 

You were positive this must be some type of trap. But a tall angular woman moved into the hallway. She looked like someone from a painting, impossibly pretty, elegant, clothes worth a small fortune. This was impossible. 

The sister grabbed your arm and pulled you away from that bitch. Far away from the classroom you were terrified of. 

The lady looked you up and down and removed the sister's hand from your arm. She shot her a warning look and the sister apologized. Whoever this woman was, she meant business. 

“I’m Lizzie, Lizzie Shelby.” She said in a voice that belonged on a stage. You introduced yourself feeling embarrassed. 

“We’d like to take you home if you're alright with that.” She asked holding her arm out. Normally you didn’t like being touched for any reason, but being escorted out of the place was a good enough reason for you to make an exception. 

You looped your arm in hers and she strode out of the place with her head held high. 

“The Paperwork -” The sister called out 

“Get my husband to deal with it.” She called back, her voice dripping with power. You accompanied her into a very expensive car. You sat in the back seat beside her and watched her take in your appearance as if it had changed being in the natural light. 

“Do you read?”  She asked you lighting a cigarette.

“I had a tutor before my parents died.” 

“How did they pass?” 

“Car accident.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Me too.” 

“We’ll expect you to go to school.” 

“You’d be a shit parent if you didn't.” You mentally kicked yourself. “Sorry I -didn't” You were stumbling over an apology as the door opened and a man got into the driver's seat. 

“That’s my husband. Thomas.” 

“Hello,” You said feeling completely deflated. “It’s nice to meet you, both of you, It’s nice.” You couldn't remember a time being so embarrassed. You wished that they would just run you over with their expensive tires. There were just too many emotions in such a short period. 

An hour ago a priest was forcing himself on you, telling you God would never allow you to get adopted, and here you were making a fool out of yourself with your new parents. 

That phrase stung so bad you visually imagined pushing it from your mind.

“Did you sort the paperwork?” Lizzie asked in a frosty tone that made you wonder what their relationship problems were like. 

“That and a few other things.” He responded in a tone you assumed only ghosts were capable of. 

“Like what?” She said looking out the window with resentment. 

“Taking the place over.” He responded easily. As if it was no big deal, like spending money on petrol for the car. 

“What do you mean?” This caught her off guard and you watched a bit of hopefulness come to life in her eyes. 

“Saw things.” He hesitated, obviously aware of your presence in the car. “That I didn’t think God would approve of.” You caught a slight smirk on his face in the mirror. His eyes told you it was easier to poke fun at the situation. 

Lizzie hummed in approval, and even though you’d only known them a few minutes it felt like progress. 

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They wanted to give you a few days to settle in before introducing you to the whole family. Something you saw as a bit of a red flag. The house was massive, but it was clean and quiet. Both a blessing and a curse. You were too shy to ask for something to do or go explore. Your bedroom was unbelievably beautiful, and warm. 

There was a knock on the door that caused you to jump. 

“Yeah?” 

“Can I come in?” Lizzie’s voice rang through the door. 

“Of course” You responded stiffly. She came in and smiled at you, she pointed to your bed but you didn't understand what she was looking at. Should you not have been laying on it during the day? 

“Is it alright if I sit?” She asked you and you realized that’s what she meant. 

“Yes!” You sat up straight feeling like an idiot once again. You’d had to sit through two dinners each equally painful due to your rambling. 

“How are you settling in?” She asked kindly. 

“Um, fine. It’s nice. I love my room.” 

“What do you get up to in here?” She looked around with a frown. 

“Mostly sitting and thinking.” You responded blandly. 

“Are you sure I can’t take you shopping for anything?” She’d asked at least three times, and you felt horrible imposing on them further. 

“I don't want to bother you.” You finally broke. She let out a strange laugh. 

“Bother me. All the time. Big stuff little stuff, doesn't matter.” She picked a piece of lint off of your bedspread. “Plus kids cost money you know. That’s no one's fault, so don’t carry it like a burden.” 

Your eyes stung with tears. That was not the narrative you had grown up with parents or none. You’d always been acutely aware of the burden your existence placed on people. Her words made you feel like you were special, not something your parents could give you. This brought on a very large mix of feelings. 

“Don’t cry, really all this is-”  Her face appeared displeased with your reaction and it only made your hurt more. 

“Normal. Not for me, it’s not. If you wanted a kid that was used to this you should have had one yourself.” the words flew out of your mouth and she was up and out of the room before you could try to apologize. You felt so much worse, you wanted to pull out all your hair trying to make it stop. 

You stopped trying to hold the tears back and got up off your bed to apologize. An embarrassing apology was better than them shipping you back. 

You followed the sound of her soft crying sounds. Through a door that was slightly ajar. It was a beautiful nursery. They had tried to have their little spoilt children, the guilt only became worse. 

You locked eyes with her and decided the truth was always best. 

“You treat me better than my parents. But they're dead and it hurts. I don't want to bother you both, it's already some kind of miracle that I got adopted at this age, I don't want to push my luck. Or live through you getting bored of me and then tossing me aside.” 

For a moment you thought she was going to shout at you. But she just nodded in understanding. You both were crying, so why not try to risk a hug. You got down on the sheep skin rug next to her and hugged her. 

Her grief wrapped around you with her slender arms. She pushed your face against her chest and kissed the top of your head. You didn't understand, but the hurt in her felt a lot like the hurt inside of you. So you leaned into the feeling crying just as hard. 

“I lost her. She was born and - nothing anyone could do about it.” She said after a long while. The thought made your heart break all over again. “They told me I couldn't have kids. Spent years avoiding it like it was the plague and now, God it hurts.” 

“I’m so sorry.” 

“I’m sorry for you too. My dad left before I was born, mother passed when I was 13. Prostitute till I was twenty.” She let out a sad laugh. “This life.” She motioned to the house with her arm. “Is not the life I came from and my husband doesn't have much. But he has money, so don’t ever feel bad for spending it.” You looked up at her in shock. There was no way she was telling the truth. She looked like she belonged in a palace like you wanted to trust her with the whole world. So elegant, kind eyes. 

“We’re the same then” you whispered. 

“Absolutely not!  If you become a prostitute I will have officially become the worst mother in history.” She said causing you both to laugh. 

“I’m not good with people.” You joked along. Tommy pushed the door open and you stiffened slightly. No matter how you tried to calm down, he made you uneasy. Like he would be impossible to please or get to know.

“It’s not a whore house?” He said with a confused look having caught the end of the conversation. You’d never seen a man look more confused as the both of you were tear-soaked holding each other on the floor. 

“Not anymore it's not.” Lizzie quipped causing him to almost smile. You wondered what made him so stuck up.

“Good lord, how did you guys make all this money again?” You asked cheekily, causing Lizzie to laugh. 

“Just you wait.” She said lightly, but you couldn't help but know already that it was not God’s work that placed them here.

“Come down for lunch?” he asked you both, still slightly put off by the situation. 

“Yes” she wiped her cheeks with the back of her hands, you watched her walls of composure surround her once again. 

“Come on. Let’s see how much trouble we can get in before supper.” She said helping you up. 

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You stopped by to pick up people on the way to the shops. 

“We’ll get Esme first. She’s John’s wife. Tommy’s younger brother - he made a deal with the Lee family - a bunch of gypsies - Tommy needed men, and she needed a husband. Technically I almost married John. It was a complicated time. But they both get along like a house on fire. She holds him down pretty good, probably the only reason he’s still alive.” You listened as she drove you through the countryside. “Then we’ll get Polly. She’s Tommy’s Aunt. She probably goes up against him the most. She’s some kind of Gypsy royalty, a very peculiar woman, but she means well. Hated Tommy’s first wife Grace. Well, we all hated Grace. Us women tend to stick together. We have to put up a good front against the boys or they raise hell like nothing else.” 

“You’re all gangsters then?” You asked her catching her slightly off guard. 

“Technically he’s a gangster turned politician. But trust me having been on the receiving end of both there really isn't a difference.” 

You blushed at her words and tried to hold your tongue. 

“I shouldn't have said that last part.” She flicked her cigarette case open and lit one up. “Forget I said that.” but you started laughing. You pulled up to a country-style house, chickens squawking loudly at the car engine. 

“Oi! That is not a baby!” A woman with wild curly hair approached the car. She slid into the backseat and you felt awkward sitting in the front. You looked at her looking you over. “Total babe, but not a baby.” She said with wide eyes in disbelief.

“She’s fifteen,” Lizzie responded looking at you like you were a brand new car. 

“Good lord. Going to have to beat the boys off of her. She’s pretty like you.” 

You blushed heavily at her words unsure of what to do with the attention. 

“Eh, as long as we keep her close I think we’ll manage just fine.” Lizzie smiled and turned the car around. 

“I’m Esme, I’m sure Lizzie caught you up to speed.” She lit a cigarette and smiled at you as you introduced yourself. She asked you lots of questions, about how you liked the place. 

“It’s cold. You can say it, love.” Esme blurted out. “It’s a monument to Grace. Should have been burnt down the second she left us.” You could tell this was a part of the stormy ocean of problems that rested between your adopted parents. You put that piece of knowledge into your back pocket. You pulled up to a stylish-looking complex and a woman in a black suit and sunglasses approached the car. 

“I was going to offer to babysit for you when you need a rest - but by the looks of it I’ll be asking you for help, love.” 

“How many kids do you have?” You asked while you waited. 

“Too fuckin’ many,” Polly responded climbing into the back seat. “I thought you asked Tommy for a baby, not a miniature replica of yourself?” 

“Come off it Pol,” Lizzie said starting the car. 

“I’m serious, I thought I was seein’ a bloody ghost. I’ve known you since you were the size of a potato, when I say she looks just like ya, I fuckin’ mean it.” 

You looked at Lizzie and wished you looked even a fraction of how beautiful she was. 

“How's he managing with this then? He was always good with the kids when they were little but I can’t imagine he’d know what to do with her.” Polly said stealing Esme’s cigarette. 

“Eh, like everything else, he’s adjusting.” Everyone seemed to find this funny. 

“You look at me, that boy gives you any trouble you call me alright. I’ll set him straight.” She was strong like Thomas but soft like Lizzie, and something distinctly her own. You could tell she was in charge. 

“Thank you.” You said sheepishly unsure of what else to say. 

“You're welcome, love,” She said kindly. 

Shopping was a lot. You cried on the way home and they had a unique way of comforting you while also making fun of you, making you laugh. Once you started laughing with them it seemed impossible to stop. You assumed that you would all pile into the sitting room, but instead, you piled into the kitchen, which quickly became your favorite space in the house. A large wooden table surrounded by something that felt so perfectly warm. Grace clearly didn’t touch this space much. 

They poured you cranberry juice and set into a bottle of whiskey. The jokes got worse as the night progressed and for once your sharp tongue and misplaced comments brought a great deal of joy. 

“Where did you find this girl!” Esme said between laughs 

“Fighting off a Nun in a hallway,” Lizzie replied still laughing from the joke before. Tommy and you assumed his brothers appeared in the doorway.

“Wow, Looks like you Lizzie, but with Tom’s eyes” John said, or you thought it was him because he went to stand behind Esme and she looked up at him in a way you hadn't seen before. 

“And his mouth.” Esme quipped and you hoped it was a compliment. He reached across the table to shake your hand. 

“John” 

“It’s nice to meet you” You introduced your self. Arthur came and gave you a crushing hug. 

“They got you out numbered now brother.” He joked letting you go to pour himself a glass of whiskey.

Tommy gave you a tense look, like he was worried about something. He took the seat next to you puting space between you and the boys. 

“Might be enough women to put some life back into this place.” Polly said with twinkling eyes. 

“I’ll try my best.” You responded quickly seeing that Tommy didn’t seem happy. 

He stuck close to your side, sliding glasses of Whiskey away from you as the boys started drinking. His youngest brother was only a few years older than you, and he showed up with a bunch more men that introduced themselves politely before joining into the savagery. 

You scooted your self along the bench to sit closer to Tommy not knowing the others well enough to want to sit as close. 

“Thank you, Lord, for blessing us with such a wonderful girl! May she shine bright for us in these dark times. To the newest Shelby!” Arthur’s voice boomed and your face turned bright red. Everyone finished a drink, but you caught Lizzie and Tommy sharing a look. 

Tommy put his arm around and you were grateful to have something to lean into with all the commotion. They were the loudest and rudest, most funny group of people you’d ever seen. 

“Think it’s time for bed, eh?” He asked you quietly and you nodded. 

“Alright! Clear out you lot. She’s got to get to bed. We can have a proper dinner tomorrow night!” Tommy called out causing a few groans. 

“But we just got here!” Finn mumbled.

Everyone said their goodbyes and goodnights to you moving out of the kitchen. Polly placed a kiss to your forehead. She said something in a different language, to which Tommy responded with a sharp nodd. 

Once everyone had piled out the front door, they took you up to your room. You hit the bed feeling more tired than you could ever remember.

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You slowly became more at ease around Tommy. Sitting alone at the table didn’t frighten you nearly as much. You heard him shout at people occasionally and that made you determined to keep your distance. 

It wasn't until Lizzie stayed away for a night getting stuck at Esme’s due to a storm. You assured her that you ate dinner and that everything was fine. In reality, you'd been sitting by the front window praying for her to come back. You hated storms and you’d just trusted that she’d be there and know what to do about it. 

Eventually you decided to retreat to your room to avoid any conflict. 

“Goodnight.” You poked your head into his study. 

“Night, love.” He responded kindly looking up from his papers. You thought about bothering him for a moment, telling him that you were scared. You decided to slip up to your bedroom instead. Girls your age didn't get scared of these types of things. 

Without Lizzie, there was an impending sense of doom about the place. Like there was pressure pushing down on you. Listening to things creak and shift, you had an idea that maybe without Lizzie here Grace’s ghost would try to snatch you up. 

Laying there listening to the storm and the house, your mind cooked up a story of revenge. Grace would kill you to get back at Lizzie for stealing her mourning husband. Maybe that’s why Lizzie’s baby wasn't born right. Your heart started to race as your stomach twisted.

There must have been some deeper story, Lizzie always seemed like she was very hurt by Grace, despite having come into Tommy’s life after. But Polly’s known Lizzie since she was a baby….

Questions were swirling in your mind non stop trying to make sense of it all. Your door made a horrid sscreeching sound and you let out a scream in response, pulling the blankets up above your head. 

“LEAVE ME ALONE GRACE.” You shouted hoping that it was enough that you could see it was her this whole time. She’d be deterred by your cleverness and the quilt Polly had made you. 

The quilt was tugged away from your face and you balled your fists ready to fight her off. However you looked up at Tommy’s horrified face instead. 

“I don’t do well with storms” You blurted out hoping that would make it better. You both looked at eachother for a moment.

“Let’s make some tea.” He said firmly. You knew that you’d fucked up and the last thing you wanted to do was have tea over the situation. You got up and he pulled your quilt around you, keeping his hand on your shoulder as you moved down the stair case. 

You watched him light a fire in the kitchen and grab two glasses and fill them with whiskey. 

He passed one to you and sat across from you, he took off his glasses and placed them on the table.

“Why do you think my first wife is out to get you?” He cut right to the chase.

“I got scared of the storm, and Lizzie is trapped, Grace- it’d be the perfect opportunity to get revenge on Lizzie for stealing her mourning husband.” You rushed the words out wishing you were dead. Tommy actually chuckled.

“That’s the story you’d been told then?” 

“No, just the one that made sense.” 

“How so?” He took a sip of whiskey. 

“Everyone says this place is some kind of shrine for her, Lizzie hates it. Hates her, why exactly,  I’m not sure but I know it’s because she’s hurt.” 

“Lizzie is hurt by Grace?” He asked with a wrinkled brow, you didn't think he was capable of such emotions. 

“That’s obvious.” You said sadly. He made a humming noise.

“I didn’t intend to marry Lizzie. She got pregnant and I married her.” He answered easily, suddenly you were very angry at him. Happy he did right by her and married her but - 

“Doesn’t mean she hasn’t always loved you.” You argued. 

“Is that so?” 

“Obviously. Have you ever looked at her? This place, the family, everything, me. Obviously.” You were dumbfounded. How on earth could someone so smart and sharp be so daft. “She puts up with a lot of shit around here. Not once has she ever mentioned leaving or hating you.” 

“Perhaps I should talk to her about it.” 

“You’d better. Everywhere we go men look at her.” You said trying to scare him into doing the right thing. 

“I’m sure they do, she’s a pretty woman.” He answered tensly. Suddenly you started to worry that maybe he wont ever love her, and if that was the case he would certainly never learn to love you. Panic started to wash over you.

“Do you want to watch the storm then?” 

“How?” You answered even more uneasy. He got up and you followed him through to the dark sitting room. He pulled the curtains open adding the slitghtest bit of light to the room. You helped him turn the couch around to face the big window. 

You watched him pour more wiskey and sit down motioning for you to do the same. Wrapped in Polly’s quilt you sat next to him and he put his arm around your shoulders.

“The only way to stop being scared is to face the thing that scares you.” He explained easily. He held you close to his side as you watched the dark figures of trees swaying violently. The lightening causing you to jump. Eventually things calmed down but you found yourself wishing that it would continue on so you could spend more time sitting like this. He just sat with you tucked into his side sipping his whiskey. 

“ I do care for you and Lizzie. More than anything.” He kissed the top of your head. “Things in the past weren't always easy or safe. Keeping her at arm's length seemed like the best way to keep her from ending up like Grace.” 

You listened to his voice in the dark, feelingthe pain in his words. 

“However, I would hate for her to leave me for a man at the shops.” He said lightly and you snorted. 

“Sorry for overstepping - I didn’t mean that she looked back at them” 

“S’alright.” He answered easily. Suddenly you saw headlights coming up the drive. You felt his body tense. “Hide behind the desk,” he said seriously. He grabbed a gun hidden in the paneling on the wall. You could hear the door open and to your relief, you heard Lizzie’s voice. 

“Fuck sake, Thomas! A gun! Scared the bloody life out of me!” She started to scold him but suddenly she stopped. “Are you alright? Where is she?! I knew something was wrong! Where-” her voice was muffled and you assumed it was because he was holding her.

“She’s fine, in the sitting room” He answered calmly.

“The sitting room at this hour!” 

You got up and moved back to the couch hoping that they might sit with you a while longer before going up to bed. 

“Why is the couch the wrong way?” She asked sitting down pulling you against her. “Miss me enough to sit up at the window like a couple of dogs.” 

“Something like that.” You said enjoying the way she held you tightly. Tommy came to sit down on the other side of you. His arm came across your shoulders pulling Lizzie towards you slightly. 

“Did you give her whiskey? She smells like distillery.”

“One glass to calm her nerves, won’t hurt her any.” You felt him reach over you to kiss the top of her head. 

“Alright. But don’t you go turning into your father.” She said sternly causing you to laugh. 

You sat for a while with the them till eventually the gray sky started to brighten with the sun of the next day. 

“Let’s get to bed. We can all get in a nap before the day starts.” Tommy said. Lizzie followed you through to your room to help you into bed and make sure you were okay. After you were settled you heard them talking down the hall and hoped that he was ready to face his fears. 

The next day you all had breakfast around noon in the kitchen. Lizzie and Tommy seemed in better spirits, might have had something to do with the marks on her neck, but you hoped he’d talked to her about the situation. 

After that night things were noticeably different. You went to school and tried to get along with the other kids, your marks were not great, leading to long nights in the kitchen studying extra with various family members. Esme was the best person to sit with, having learned maths and reading from her mother. She knew how to encourage you without stressing you out. 

Tommy on the other hand would look over the material and already look stressed. He always tried to keep his temper in check, but it was unbearable feeling him be frustrated with you. Eventually he caught on that you did worse with him there because of the added pressure, he learned to just sit next to you and work on his problems and offer you help when you needed it. 

It took a lot of struggling but eventually you were caught up and getting good marks. 

Things were going well till some old business needed to be handled. Tommy was to go away for two weeks, something that seemed to crush Lizzie. 

To her surprise he called her everynight. You’d watch her sitting on kitchen counter talking and occasionally laughing. Then he’d talk to you about school and the weather, telling you that he missed you. That was when you realised that something must be very wrong. He was clearly in a great deal of danger where ever he was. Polly came to stay at the house with Arthur, you enjoyed having them around but it only confirmed your suspicion. Everyone seemd it was best to keep you in the dark on the whole thing. 

 When he came back he was very different. Somebody, or some people, were most certainly dead. A great relief fell over the family and something was different about him. He had a smile on his face when she rushed to the door to greet him. You watched how they held eachother and thought back to when you’d first met them. Things were very different. You eventually butted into the hug feeling left out. 

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Extra Blurb. 

Eventually the unthinkable happened. The boy you had your eye on at school asked you out. Not knowing what to do or what the rules are you decided to get some more information on him make sure he was worth the risk of asking. 

Finn laughed at you.

“Not from the best family. But not a rival either, Tommy’s sure to have a fit, and Lizzie, I’m not sure. All in all, I don't mind the guy, you might be better off not telling them.” He said looking out the stained glass window of the Garrison. “If he gives you a hard time, come see me yeah? Don’t let him take you out of Small Heath” He looked at you seriously. 

“Sure thing.” You said getting up. You shouted a thank you over your shoulder rushing out of the pub. 

You thought long and hard about the situation. He made you laugh, didnt seem to care to much about your last name or who your dad was. Didn’t care that you were adopted. He was very polite, but enjoyed your peculiar sense of humor and misplaced words. 

You thought about turning him down. It was too complicated and anything that would upset your parents was too much of a burden. Thinking of what you would say to him, your heart gave a painful wrench. 

You went downstairs towards Tommy’s study. God this boy better be worth it or you’d put him in the ground. 

You poked your head in to see him writing and Lizzie sitting on the sofa reading a magazine. 

“Erm - So.” You started and watched them both look up at you. 

“What are you wearing?” Lizzie said smiling at your dress. 

“Go upstairs and change” Tommy cut you off before you could respond.

“Theres a boy -” You watched his face fall into his hands. “And he’s picking me up in a half hour if that’s allowed.” You fumbled with your words, wanting them to say yes badly.

“What boy” They said at the same time, giving eachother a glare. 

“Noah Solomons. I met him at school.” you responded expecting an explosion. 

“No. absolutley not. No way on earth am I sending you anywhere with him.” 

“Finn said he’s alright.” You started by stopped once he let out a sigh. 

“Finn! Fucking bastard.” He pinnched the bridge of his nose. 

“Where is he taking you then?” Lizzie asked

“Just around Small Heath for dinner. I told him that I can’t be out late.” Your face got red and you looked out the window.

“Put on a longer dress. The purple one, and put your hair up -” 

“Tommy! Don’t make her wear the purple one” Lizzie started to argue but stopped once she saw the look on his face. Her eyes narrowed back at him. 

“How bout I wear the red one -” 

“The black one is fine” They both answered suddently. 

“Just put on a cardigan,” Lizzie said getting up. “I have a nice one upstairs.” You followed her up to her bedroom. She pulled out a nice cardigan and some less opaque stockings. After you’d changed you looked yourself over, more modest, but that wasn't a bad thing. Especially if it got Tommy’s blood pressure back down. Lizzie got your hair up and you were grateful for her help. 

“Do you think dad will let me go?” You asked as she fixed your make up. 

“Dont think he can stop you. But, we’ve done business with his father. I think he’s worried this is apart of some elaborate plan.” 

“I don’t think so, but I’ll keep an eye on him” You were even more nervous now. Lizzie gave you lots of advice and you felt bad making her this worried. When you walked down stairs you could see Tommy talking to Noah at the door. 

You loved the way his face lit up when his eyes landed on you, he looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. You watched the front door swing shut, keeping him on the other side. 

“No.” He said firmly looking at Lizzie.

“Going to have to let her find her own way sometimes.” 

“No I don’t. Not with boys, not dressed like that.” He responded angrily. 

“Look, I told Finn where we are going, he said him and Isaiah would be around to keep an eye out. I’ve known him for the past two school years. I - please” You looked up at him in what you hoped were puppy dog eyes. You saw the conflict rage in his eyes.

“Fine.” He sighed in defeat. “But you don’t like something, anything, you call me from the restaurant and -” You cut him off with a big hug. 

“I won’t be out too late. Love ya” You said flying out the door before he could change his mind. 

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He kissed you on the cheek on the door step, promising to take you out again next weekend. After saying goodnight you watched as he drove down the drive way before opening the front door.

You were surprised at how quiet it was. You slipped your shoes off and followed the lamp light into the sitting room. Much like the day with the storm, they sat on the sofa turned around to face the large window. You moved towards them to see your dad looking beyond relieved, and mum asleep on his lap. 

“So how was it then?” He asked you handing you the last bit of whiskey in his glass. You sat down next to him, watching him look you over for anything out of place. 

“Felt a bit like the Queen to be honest. More Blinders than people in that restaurant. Not to mention people watching from their windows.” You gave him a look as he started out the window. “But he was nice. I -He is nice, I enjoyed myself”

“Just for food then straight back?” 

“You already know that’s what happened. Can you help me get the pins out of my hair?” You turned away from him and felt him struggle to find them, pulling slightly too hard. 

“What? No, this is my job hands off.” Lizzie said groggily. “What did I miss? Tell me everything.” You felt the two of them shift and Lizzie's expert hands start bringing your hair down. By the time she’d gotten it brushed Polly and Esme had showed up for a full debrief in the kitchen. 

You were giggling like mad for hours with them, hearing their stories about past lovers. Some sweet, other cautionary. Eventually it was time for bed and you stopped into Tommy’s office before going to wash up. 

“Dad.” He gave you a shocked look then you realised what you had said. You didnt feel like apologizing though, too tired to make a big deal of it. You leaned over and gave him a hug. “Thanks for letting me go tonight.” You felt his arms wrap around you tightly. 

“I don't like it, and there will be lots to talk about tomorrow. But I'm happy that you're happy.” You kissed his cheek then headed up to bed. You knew that he’d probably already called Noah’s father, a tense conversation awaited you, but you had no doubt it was because he loved you.

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Humans And Mutants - Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Title: I'm Not Your Experiment

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Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Ororo, Scott, Jean, Bobby, Pyro, Rogue, Magneto (Mentioned), Stryker, Anne, Kelly, and Charles

WC: 2,879

Warnings: Childhood abuse, experiments, mentions of torture, Reader's a mutant, bruises and wounds mentioned, fire mentioned, drugs mentioned, attacks mentioned, teasing, taunting, anxiety, embarrassment, slow burn, and slight angst

(Sorry, if this series is a bit odd, I made this in 2018)

You were a twenty-five-year-old woman who went through the worst possible thing that could ever happen to a child of six. Your dark terrible past. You lived through it every night in your dark visions. It seemed to never disappear, never leave you, even when you would wake up in total fear; covered in sweat; the images would replay over and over again, haunting you forevermore. You would never feel safe or normal after what you went through.

At the age of three, you found out, along with your parents, that you had teleporting powers. That you were a mutant. Your parents freaked out whenever you would accidently teleport places in your sleep, so they sent you to a testing lab. Your parents abandoned you there when you turned six and it seemed like nothing was improving. Leaving you in the hands of tall, scary scientists, alone and afraid.

For years you were experimented on, some days tortured. Slowly they stopped when they gave you a serum which they received no reaction from you. The serum involved brain enhancements and enhanced healing abilities, and when there was no reaction from you, they grew very frustrated. The scientists then connected tubes and electric wires to your head, sending radioactive and electric signals into your brain, which seemed to cause the serum to activate. You showed many signs of having many mutations of the mind, powers such as telepathy, memory manipulation, memory reading, electricity, and memory wiping. This, though, caused the scientists to move on to the next child and forget about you. Throwing you away into an iron cage, like trash.

You sat there in the corner, your head bruised and your brain pounding against your head in sheer agony. The only sound you could make were muffled whimpers from within the iron bars. Your clothes were tattered and ripped from wearing them for too long and not having showered in months. They smelled like old garbage and urine. Your eyes were glazed with pain and tiredness. Your fingers were covered in bruises, scrapes, and cuts. A single strand of your hair fell across your face. You reached your hand out with a shaky movement. You touched the lock of hair. It felt coarse and dry. You were trapped there for years, hardly ever getting enough food, which made you weak. You could hardly sleep, laying on the cold concrete floor, with no blanket or pillow to soothe you. There was no way to escape.

Weeks went on and the scientist’s facility went into a crazy haze. Scientists running here and there passed the many rows of caged children. They scrambled to escape as alarms blared and red lights flashed. It has been a while, you were nine, and you could finally control your mind powers, after long years of trying to better yourself. Though, the only thing that you didn't have full control of was your teleportation powers. If you did succeed in honing those powers, you could've escaped. There was loud yelling and some of the other children were crying, but after a while there was silence. No sound or movement was heard, no bleeps of machines or scientists muttering in the next room. Nothing.

You didn't know what to do, but soon a man in a wheelchair wheeled in, other people by his side, quickly they all helped the children out of the cages. You were last to be set free, the man in the wheelchair opened the gate of your cage and held out a hand. You looked at the man, who gave you a kind smile, which you haven't seen in a while. You were scared but curious, and you had this odd feeling that you could trust this man. You grabbed his hand weakly and stepped out of the tight enclosure. Your bare feet touched the floor, flinching from the icy marble, chilling you to your bones. The man then led you to the other children, who were smiling, happy to be free. The children found their new homes with the wheelchair man, who you found out later to be Charles Xavier. You and the saved children were sent to his school for gifted children. Or as he called it, The Mansion.

As the years went by, you were able to graduate from Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters. Charles then asked you if you wanted to become the new Biology teacher for some of the kids, and you happily agreed. Although you would only be doing it part-time, you loved it nonetheless. When you weren't working, you'd teleport to your cabin in Alaska, a gift from Charles since you had no place to go. You’d stay in the cold land, admiring the snow that you were never allowed to play in as a child, and gazing up at the Northern Lights. When you were working, you would teleport back to the school and stay until you were done teaching the spring semester. You loved your job and loved helping the many children who grew attached to your sweet and caring personality in mere seconds. 

Being the smart person you were, you would sometimes sneakily teleport to the mansion and grab a glass of chocolate milk. You got caught a lot of times, but that didn’t stop you from teleporting and grabbing more. It was fun to teleport back to the mansion and watch as Scott tried to search for cups only to find none. But, you weren't rude, you'd bring back the glasses all clean and shiny once you were done having fun… And when Charles had caught you.

Some time later, some of the children of Charles’s school went on a field trip to a science museum. Which was probably a good and bad idea. Filled with wax figures from the Stone Age and fake dinosaur bones, the museum was a great place for children to learn and have fun doing it. While some of the children were listening to Ororo talk about Neanderthals, a boy named Artie, observed a girl lick her ice cream. The girl looked at him, and Artie smiled back at her. The girl then stuck her tongue out at him and glared. Artie, retaliating, did the same, sticking out his black and pronged tongue. The girl turned away, frightened, stuffing her face into her mother's dress.

“Artie?” Ororo called out to the young boy, the boy in question turning to look up at his teacher. “Not here.” She said, giving a little smile, softly shaking her head.

Not only minutes later did someone call out her name, “Storm?” She turned to see Jean and Scott walking with a group of other kids. “Everything okay?” Jean asked her, and Ororo nodded.

“Yeah. How was the medical exhibit?” She asked Jean, glancing between Jean and Scott.

Jean rolled her eyes, “The kids liked it. Scott was bored.” She answered, looking over to Scott for a second.

“It was boring,” Scott announced, his hands stuffed into his pockets, a small frown on his face.

Ororo did a quick headcount of the kids, freaking out only slightly when she was a few kids off, “Jean, where are the others?” She queried worriedly, turning to them again.

Meanwhile, around the same time, over in the cafeteria, Rogue, Bobby, and Pyro were sitting at a table, talking. They sneaked off from the museum's many exhibits, wanting to rather hang out without the constant gaze of teachers. As they were talking, a voice came out of nowhere and cut their conversation short. “Hey man, can I have a light?” A teenager asked in a snappy tone, his friend standing beside him.

Pyro looked down at his lighter, which was painted to look like a shark, and he flicked it a few times, the fire igniting. “Sorry, can’t help you out, pal.” He replied, closing his lighter, looking at the two teens nonchalantly.

“Why are you being such a jerk, man?” The second teen demanded, clearly ticked off.

“Yeah, why are you being a jerk?” The first teen questioned, the same annoyed tone in his voice, matching his friends as they both glared at the Pyrokinesis teen.

Pyro and Bobby ignored the two teens, going on to discuss if Rogue was having a good time or not when suddenly the second teenager grabbed Pyro’s lighter.

“Hey!” Pyro exclaimed, defensively, watching as the teenager handed the lighter to his friend. Pyro stood up and walked to them to get his lighter back, but the second teenager held him back, while the first teenager lit his cigarette. “That’s really funny, bro.” Pyro said maliciously.

The second teenager only smirked, “What are you gonna do?” His friend took a drag of his cigarette, and blew the smog into Pyro’s face. “Suddenly you’re not so tough.” The teenager told, as his friend breathed in from his cigarette.

Pyro looked at the first teenager and winked, causing the cigarette to catch up in flames, fire landing on the teenager’s arm. Many people got up and stepped back, as the teenager tried to put out the flames, and fell down onto a table, causing it to fall over with him. Pyro chuckled a bit, hiding part of his face with his hand as Bobby stretched out his own hand, sending a current of frost toward the teenager on fire; the flame dying down. The teenager stared at both Bobby and Pyro with a panicked look, before the room froze. Everyone was quiet, still as statues, as if they were mannequins or a video paused. Pyro wandered over to Bobby, who looked as startled as the kid who he had saved from Pyro's flames. 

“Bobby, what did you do?” Rogue asked her boyfriend, super perplexed as she looked rapidly around the large cafeteria.

Pyro shook his hand in front of the second teenager, getting no response as Bobby frowned. “I didn’t do this.” He spoke before a person wheeled out of the halted crowd.

“No, I did.” Charles announced, stopping in front of Rogue, Bobby, and Pyro in his wheelchair. “And the next time you feel like showing off, don’t.” The head professor responded, giving the small group a sharp stare.

Before anything else could happen, the TV on the side of the wall began to play, talking about something happening in Washington D.C. Charles, the professors, and the kids watched as the man on the news spoke, “We are here in Washington, where there has been an attack in the oval office in The White House. Details are still coming slowly, all we know is the President and Vice President were not harmed. Sources say the attack involved one or more mutants.”

“I think it’s time to leave, professor.” Scott stated as Charles nodded his head.

“I think you’re right.” He replied, watching the TV.

Soon the people in the cafeteria unfroze, and everything turned back to normal. When the two teenagers unfroze, they saw that Bobby, Pyro, and Rogue were gone. People looked around confused and worriedly, wondering what had just happened.

~~~

Over at Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters, Scott looked out the window and turned to Jean and Charles, his arms crossed. The room was tense with worry and confusion, none of them knowing what exactly they should do about what had happened in Washington. “In my opinion, I think Magneto is behind all this.”

“No, I don’t think so Scott.” Jean stated, looking at him from her place on the sofa.

“While Eric might have organized something like this from prison, for him the gesture is far too… Irrational. It only hurts his goal of mutant prosperity.” Charles responded in his chair.

If people could see Scott's eyes, he'd be rolling them, “You mean superiority.”

“If Eric had his way, yes.” In the background, the TV screen presented photographs of dissidents on both views of the mutant issue.

“You know how the government will respond to this. They’ll re-introduce the Registration Act.” Ororo spoke to Charles, Jean, and Scott, crossing her own arms in discomfort.

Charles frowned, “Or worse.” He stared at the protesters on tv, not really knowing what to think.

“Do you think the mutant was working alone?” Jean then asked after everyone went silent.

“The only way we’ll know is if we find him before the authorities do.” Charles answered, finishing their conversation.

~~~

In The White House, in the Oval Office, Stryker emerged to greet Anne Reynolds, his right hand in command. They walked through the outer hallway, which is being repaired from the attack. 

“Mr. Stryker.” Senator Kelly called, adjusting his suit.

Stryker and Anne stopped and turned around to see Senator Kelly. “Senator Kelly, this is Anne Reynolds, my director of special projects.” Stryker introduced the tall woman in a gray suit.

“My pleasure.” Anne shook Kelly’s hand tightly. A little too tightly and a little too long, Kelly noticed.

“Nice grip.” Kelly began, dropping her hand, “Listen, if you’d like to talk further about what you’re planning, I’d be available to offer my assistan-”

Stryker cut him off, “Thanks for the offer, Senator, but everything is already in place.” He smiled eerily, patting him on the shoulder. As Stryker and Anne walked away, Senator Kelly rubbed his fingers together, his eyes flashed yellow.

~~~

In the living room of Charles’s mansion, Rogue sat on the couch next to Bobby, her gloved hand in his. Two boys sat at a table behind the couch, snickering and quietly laughing at the couple, but their laughter died down when the sound of a motorcycle was heard, causing Rogue to jump from her seat with an excited smile on her face. She headed to the front entrance, Bobby following close behind. 

“Logan!” She threw her arms around the Wolverine, who hugged her back.

“Hey Rogue.” She backed up, smiling as Bobby appeared behind her, “Who’s this?” Logan then questioned, looking at Bobby up and down, observing him.

“This is Bobby, he’s-”

Wrapping a hand around her waist protectively, Bobby responded, cutting Rogue off, “Her boyfriend.” Logan and Bobby shook hands, doing so, crackling ice and vapors rose from the handshake, Logan raising an eyebrow at the sort of macho scene. Rogue just rolled her eyes. “They call me Iceman.” Bobby stated.

Logan wasn’t impressed. “Right.” Logan then turned to Rogue. “Boyfriend? So how do you guys..?” His words trailed off as Bobby pulled Rouge closer into his side.

“Well, we’re still working on it.” Bobby answered irritatedly, looking at Rogue and then to Logan.

“Look who’s come back.” Logan turned around to find Ororo, smiling at him as she climbed down the stairs of the mansion. Wearing a white flowy long sleeved shirt, radiant as always. “Just in time.” She finished, walking over to the man and teens. 

“For what?” Logan asked, tilting his head slightly as Ororo smiled teasingly.

Her smile widened, “Cause we need a babysitter.” 

“A babysitter?” Logan inquired, looking confused.

Ororo said nothing else about the matter, turning to leave, “Nice to see you again, Logan.”

“Hey, Logan.” A new voice spoke up. Logan turned to the stairs once more, his eyes widening slightly as he watched Jean walk down the stairs that Ororo previously came from. 

“Hi, Jean.” Logan replied, a small fond smile on his face.

“I’m going to… I’m… I’m gonna get the plane ready…” Ororo walked off, knowing she didn’t want to interrupt anything they had going on.

“Hey, well, it was good to meet you.” Bobby quickly stated, before taking Rogue’s hand.

Rouge gave Logan a little wave before being pulled away with Bobby, “Bye, Logan, I’ll see you later.”

Logan then turned back to Jean. “Okay..,” Logan spoke, the awkwardness becoming a bit too much.

“Ororo and I are heading to Boston. We won't be gone long. The Professor wants us to track down a mutant who attacked the President.” Jean explained, as Logan frowned.

“So it was a mutant.” Logan said, confirming his suspicion.

Jean couldn’t help but smile teasingly up at him, “You’ll be here when we get back unless you plan on running off again.”

“I can probably find a few reasons to stick around.” Logan said with a small smirk just before Scott walked into the room.

“Find what you’re looking for, Logan?” Scott asked, also walking down the stairs.

“More or less.” Logan answered, not-so-subtly looking at Jean as she walked over to Scott. 

“I’ll see you, boys, later.” Jean replied, before kissing Scott on the cheek, leaving the room.

“Be safe.” Scott said, worriedly.

She smiled, looking back at Logan, “Bye.” She then left the room and headed to the jet.

“See ya.” Logan called after she left.

There was a moment of silence between Scott and Logan. They just stared at each other, the tension high in the air, as both men were in love with Jean in some way or another.

“Aren't you going to welcome me home?” Logan asked Scott cockily, tauntingly as Scott stood there, giving Logan a glare, or what probably was a glare; he hands on his hips, “Your bike needs gas.” Logan then declared, throwing Scott’s motorcycle keys to him.

Scott caught his keys but threw them back and Logan caught them skillfully. “Then fill her up.” He replied, before leaving Logan alone again.

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I NEED Kurtis Stryker x reader content.

I have found ONE.

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Kurtis Stryker x reader fic…

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[queen-of-the-avengers]

Taken Under His Wing

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Teenager!Reader

Word Count: ~1.1k

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: Platonic (Big bro figure steve x teen reader) In the middle of quarantine everyone is bored or doing their thing like bruce and tomy joining in to help make a vaccine, wanda and vision trying dishes . Little miss y/n thought its a good idea to do cosplay this time its her brother figure Steve she sneakily used his sheild when she finished her cosplay suit inspired by him . Steve was finished doing his workout routine he plans on sketching with y/n only to find shes not there So is his sheild his eyes went wide and ran to her room only to see her posing for a pic and her cosplay she made is seen. Steve is amazed and chill . He and peter showed her comic con a year after she was free from stryker (shes a mutant with fire manipulation) he sneaked behind her and lol got shy" sorry steb had to complete the cosplay 🥹" 

Summary: While stuck in quarantine, everyone does their own thing. Being the youngest Avenger with a power you can't control means you get to stay in a lot. Somehow, you find things to keep you occupied.

Squares Filled: social media (1) for @happystevebingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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Life use to be freeing. You used to be able to go outside and enjoy the breeze on your skin along with millions of other people. Beaches would be filled to the brim with families, couples, and people who wanted to enjoy the warm water. Stores would be packed with people trying to get their groceries before the end of the day. Life used to be whatever you wanted it to be.

That is before COVID-19 hit.

The entire world was on lockdown. People weren't allowed to go to public places without a mask, only a certain amount of people were allowed in stores, a lot of items were suffering from a shortage because of hoarding, and a lot of people were stuck at home with nothing to do. Food delivery services, online stores, and YouTube have become the future for most people.

For you, it was hell. Crime had gone down significantly since people were scared to go outside for fear the virus would get them. There was no need for the Avengers to save people as often as you did before the virus.

Most of the Avengers all in one place with nothing to do equals a lot of bad things. Tony and Bruce got to work in the labs to see what kinds of things they can create without having another Ultron incident, Wanda and Vision are in their lover phase, Bucky and Sam are seeing how much shit they can stir without getting yelled at by Tony, Natasha and Clint are busy relaxing since they don’t get that luxury often, and Steve is training and working out since he never knows when a mission will come up.

You’re just trying not to get in anyone’s way. You’re the youngest Avenger even with Peter on the team. He’s fifteen and you’re slightly younger at the same age. He’s a few months older than you are, so everyone saw you as the baby of the team, but you don’t feel like it. Alongside Pietro and Wanda, you were part of Stryker’s experiments. You three were the only ones that survived and the only ones that mattered to him.

Wanda got the magic, Pietro got the speed, and you got the fire but unlike the twins, you weren't taught how to use your powers. You always failed every single one of Stryker’s tests and he’d often pick on you. Wanda was the only one who stuck up for you and helped you so when her brother died, you two became even closer.

She’s your best friend and you don’t know what you’d do without her. She’s the reason why you were allowed on the team even though you had no idea what you were doing. Everyone has been so nice toward you since you arrived, especially Steve. He’s the one who you grew attached to outside of Wanda.

You’re not allowed on the big missions but you can go on the small ones with other Avengers. You have to be able to practice your powers in and out of a controlled environment. It’s usually with Wanda so she can use her magic to contain your fire if you ever get out of hand, but you’ve been practicing a lot recently so you feel confident to go on some alone.

You know, if the world ever goes back to normal.

You and Peter often send each other videos of things you two find on TikTok to make each other laugh and one of the things you got really into is Comic-Con. You’ve never been to a convention like that but you’d like to go and dress up and experience your favorite characters with people who love the same characters. They even have an Avengers Con where people can dress up like their favorite superhero and hopefully catch a glimpse of the real hero. Tony, Peter, Thor, Sam, and Clint love going to those places to meet fans and try to fool others by wearing their costumes. The rest tend to stay out of the limelight.

If you were to ever go to one, you’d love to dress up like Captain America after the man who took you under his wing. 

Speaking of the Captain, he’s in the training room focusing on bettering his moves and gaining more muscle like he needs it. He’s been training all week like he has someplace he needs to be, and he’s about to start another set when he remembered what he promised you at the beginning of the week. You love drawing, sketching, and painting and Steve has always wanted to learn how to do that. He said he’d sit down and draw with you if you taught him how to be better at it.

He leaves the gym and showers quickly so he can have the rest of the day with you. He checks the kitchen first and finds Wanda and Vision trying to cook. The kitchen is a mess with food ingredients covering the entire kitchen island.

“We’ll clean this up,” Wanda giggles when she sees Steve’s look.

“Where’s Y/N?”

“Last I saw she was in her room.”

“Thanks.”

He has to pass by his room to get to yours and he pauses by his door when he notices something missing. He sees the spot where he keeps his most prized possession which isn’t there. He continues on his way to your room where he finds you in the corner wearing a homemade Captain America costume. You’re looking at yourself in the mirror with the shield in front of you. You’re kind of struggling to keep it upright since it’s very heavy for someone like you. Steve has all these muscles that can carry things like these, which you’ve always been envious of that.

You look over the details of your costume and notice Steve standing by the bedroom door. You gasp and drop the shield on the ground while trying to figure out an excuse as to why you have it.

“I was just--you weren't using it--I figured--”

“Y/N, calm down,” Steve chuckles.

“I needed it to complete the look.”

“You look good. You did a good job. It looks a lot like mine.” You grin proudly at him and allow him to take his shield back. “I thought we were going to draw.”

“We were and still are. I wanted to try this on. I’ve been working really hard on it. Do you think it’s good enough for Comic-Con?”

“Yeah, but who knows when Comic-Con is going to be available again. What we can do now is draw.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I promise not to burn the canvasses this time like last time.”

“I don’t know, the charred edges made it look better,” Steve smiles.

He wraps his arm around your shoulder and gives you an encouraging smile. You couldn’t ask for a better mentor than him.

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[the-slytherin-writer-12]

Stryker

Pairing: Hangman x pilot!fem!reader

Writing type: blurb

Warnings: none

A/N: this takes place in the “Sweet Southern Belle” universe. A picture of what Stryker would look like is linked in the title.

Top Gun Masterlist

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Penny had invited the entire squadron over for a BBQ before Maverick had to go on another assignment. The men were tossing a football around in the backyard while the women sat on the porch, nursing drinks of their choice.

Y/N got up from her chair and turned to the other women.

“Well, ladies. I need another drink. Anyone else?”

Both woman either shook her head or said no, so she walked through the back door and into the kitchen. She grabbed a glass from the cabinet and went over to the sink to fill it up, looking out of the window as she did so.

While she was taking a sip of her water, she noticed a cute, black puppy walking down the street. She immediately put down her glass and tan ourside.

“C’mere puppy. Hi! Hello,” she spoke in a high-pitched voice as she walked up to it. The puppy heard her and turned towards her, his tail wagging as he trotted over to her. She crouched down and let him smell her hand before she pet him. “Oh, we’ll aren’t you cuter than a button? Yes you are, yes you are.”

“Now, I would give anything to be talked to like that,” Hangman’s voice rang out from behind her. She picked up the puppy and stood up, wrapping her arms securely around him.

“Maybe if you acted nicer, you would be,” she said, not taking her eyes off the puppy. She ran her fingers through his fur around his neck to see if he had a collar. “Well, no collar. Guess I get to keep you!” She said the last sentence in the same baby voice as earlier. Jake scoffed as he walked up to her, allowing the puppy to sniff his hand before petting him.

“You’re a naval pilot. You can’t keep him,” he said teasingly yet softly. The puppy licked his hand and Jake smiled a boyish smile. He looked into the puppy’s blue eyes and melted. “Well, maybe Penny can watch him while we’re gone.”

Y/N looked up at her boyfriend and grinned widely.

“That’s the best idea you’ve had in a while, Bagman.”

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Of course, Penny said yes to helping out. Maverick somehow got permission to allow him on base when they had briefings and when the squadron start to teach. Y/N decided to name him Stryker, after the military vehicle.

Stryker became a common occurrence around the base, especially in the rec room and in the classrooms. He mainly stayed right next to Y/N, but he could be found around Jake and Pheonix; sometimes Rooster since he would always get in the ground and play with him.

He was now roughly a year old, since the vet placed him at about 4 months when Y/N took him in. The vet said that he was was a German Shepard, Great Dane mix. They had him trained like a K-9 would be and neutered.

Y/N stood in front of her class, pointing to the screen behind her. Stryker laid beside her feet obediently, silently watching. Y/N turned around and Stryker’s ears perked up, seeing someone in the back of the room.

Jake stood in the doorway, arms crossed and leaning against it. When he saw that he had caught Stryker’s attention, he snapped his fingers beside his leg, the motion they had trained Stryker to come to their sides. Stryker, being the obedient dog he is, got up and trotted to Jake’s side.

When Y/N turned around, she was confused when she didn’t see a mass of black fur beside her. But she noticed that mass on the floor in the back, getting belly rubs from her boyfriend. She smiled and shook her head and continued with her lesson.

After she dismissed her session, Jake and Stryker walked up to her.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he said, leaning down to kiss her quickly on the lips. Y/N smiled and wrapped her arms around his torso.

“Hi,” she responded.

Whining could be heard from beside them, and they look down to see Stryker to wagging his tail and his tongue sticking out. Y/N laughed and patter her chest, the signal for him to jump up.

He did as told and jumped onto Y/N, his paws on her shoulder, and started licking her. This caused her to laugh and rake her fingers through his fur.

“Aww c’mon now, Stryke. That’s my girl,” Jake playfully whined. Stryker barked and leaned his head back to look at Jake, somehow.

“Now now, tell your dad that there’s no reason to be jealous,” she said in a baby voice. Jake smiled at the word ‘dad’ and pet Stryker too.

“I like the sound me being a dad, darlin’. What about you?” He asked, smirking. Y/N laughed and looked down at Stryker, who had leaned his head on her shoulder.

“Slow down there, Bagman. We have to get married first,” she said teasingly. Jake just smirked and leaned down, placing a heated kiss on her lips.

“I can make that happen.”

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[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

Hello

Well I was thinking about 41 with pilot reader x Hagman

Thanks

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Hello! I hope you like this one! I went AU for this ask and wrote up a quick Pacific Rim drabble with Pilot!Reader and Hangman! Here is Kiss #41 Because the World is Saved. All of the Jaeger names are thanks to @thedroneranger and @mayhemmanaged brainstorming and help!

A Kiss After Saving the World

It hasn't been very long at all since monsters began terrorizing the world. But they're not anything like what all of the old science fiction novels said they'd be like. For one, they didn't come to us from space. They emerged from a colossal portal at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean called the breach. The monsters, called Kaiju, attacked coastal cities while causing unprecedented damage. No conventional weapons or technologies could touch them. In the decade since the first Kaiju attacks, things have changed drastically.

Never has the world been more united. The only line of defense between the coastal cities of the world and the Kaiju were colossal piloted robots called the Jaeger. Each robot was operated by two pilots, attached via neural link, each responsible for a side of the robot. By linking the pilots, you could ensure seamless communication between them and the two could work as one to drive the Kaiju back. It worked - for a while. Then bigger and more dangerous Kaiju started to ascend from the Breach and more and more Jaegers started to fall in their wake. That's when the world began building the sea walls to protect humanity while decommissioning the Jaegers. The walls didn’t really work, but there’s nothing the Pan Pacific Defense Corps could do. There's only one Jaeger facility operating in the world now, the Hong Kong Shatterdome.

There are only four Jaegers in the colossal hangar and enough crew and operations personnel to ensure they’ll be piloted properly. There is also only one chance to shut down the breach for good. It’ll take a targeted nuclear warhead to the center of the breach. You’re the newest pilot in the Shatterdome and the only pilot compatible with Lieutenant Commander Jake Seresin, callsign Hangman, formerly of the United States Navy, currently of the Pan Pacific Defence Corps. He’s an interesting man, Commander Seresin, taciturn and cocky by turn even as he maintains that you will never be good enough to pilot this mission. 

You’ve had three Kaiju battles since you took up the vacant pilot seat on the Gypsy Starfall and Jake still believes you’re not going to be good enough. You’re starting to believe it yourself. Every time you drift with him, you see his prior drift partner, Lieutenant Commander Javy Machado, the man who was once known as Coyote. Hangman and Coyote piloted the Gypsy Starfall for over four years, fighting back dozens of Category Three and Four Kaiju successfully, but Jake refuses to let you in. Your drifts with him bridge the gap between shallow and deep by a thread every time, one stray thought away from dissolving into chaos. Through sheer force of will, Jake’s managed to keep you from plummeting into that chaos.

You’re in the final briefing before the nuclear run at the Breach when the sirens blare. 

“It’s a Category Five Kaiju, codename Slattern. All Pilots to their Jaegers. This is an all hands on deck situation.” Colonel Kazansky sounds as serious as you’ve ever heard him.

Within minutes you’re suited up and in Gypsy Starfall’s cockpit. Across the way you can see Payback and Fanboy loading up into Banshee Dagger and Phoenix and Bob sinking into Stryker Mayhem. You know that Rooster and Maverick are in Eagle Tirade to your right as well. 

“Peony, do you read me?” Jake’s voice always makes you feel like you belong in a Jaeger when you hear him in the drift.

“Hangman, loud and clear.” Even your brainwaves sound nervous.

The four Jaegers move in unison, progressing in a straight line towards the breach. There’s a wicked storm brewing over the expanse and right as the Gypsy Starfall crosses the final defenses of the Hong Kong Sea Wall, you see the colossal head of Slattern peek out of the rift. It’s the biggest Kaiju you’ve ever seen and it’s not alone. It’s being guarded by two Category Threes, Otachi and Leatherback. It’s Otachi that you and Jake had beat back most recently and the Kaiju obviously holds a grudge because it’s rushing you as soon as it sees you. Thank god for your newly updated energy blade and the cover from Eagle Tirade’s guns. It’s through sheer luck that you spear Otachi through the heart. But Otachi’s death, and Leatherback’s death soon afterward drive Slattern into a driving rage. The colossal creature rushes towards the wall and soon all you can hear are Jake’s thoughts as the two of you fight with all your breath to beat the brute back.

You can’t let him decimate the Hong Kong Shatterdome and Hong Kong City. Jake’s entire family is there. He (You) can’t afford to bury any more people he (you) love. It’s with a roar of pure desperation that you both activate the one mayday weapon onboard Gypsy Starfall other than the nuclear warhead housed in her chest, a sonic cannon. The battering soundwaves drive Slattern back inch by excruciating inch until the brute’s teetering on the edge of the rift.

“We have to push him in, Jake!” You’re screaming down the drift link between you.

“Yeah, sweetheart, I know. But how?” He sounds exhausted, far more like an old man than a 30 year old.

“We’re the only thing heavy enough, Jake! One push and he takes us and the warhead with him. I’ll eject you and take on Star’s full neural load. Once we’re through the rift, I’ll blow the warhead.” You can feel the arguments against your plan even before they fly through the drift to you.

“I don’t have anybody in Hong Kong waiting for me.” A tear drips down your cheek at the thought of leaving your friends, leaving Jake, behind.

“You have me waiting for you, sweetheart. So we’ll do this instead. We’ll both push Slattern into the rift. Then we’ll both eject, okay?” But you don’t even have the chance to respond as you see another colossal Cat 5 Kaiju begin to approach through the Breach. You and Jake gun the engines on Gypsy Starfall and shove Slattern and his friends back to the hell they came from. That’s the last thing you remember.

You wake up to the sound of waves lapping against your ejection pod. The Pacific Ocean is roiling around you as waves higher than your head bat the pod around like it’s a toy. Jake! Where is he? It’s far too long before the waves subside and you finally see his pod floating a ways away. 

“Jake?” Your voice is a hoarse scream as you grab a bit of driftwood and begin to row towards his pod. When you open the pod he’s just come to.

“Jake!” You’re crying again.

“Peony! You’re alive!” He kisses you then, soft and sweet. You can’t help how you sob in his arms when you pull away.

“We did it, sweetheart. We saved the world.” That’s where you stay until the helicopters come find you, tethered to the one man who you know better than you know yourself. Your soulmate and if you dare say it, the love of your life. Nothing can bring the two of you down. Not even a Kaiju.

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[heavencanbeaprisontoo]

I intend to start writing one shots/imagines for each of my OCs, but writing them as reader-inserts.

Like, for Rose Fordney-Stryker is would be something like: “Thomas Shelby x singlemom!Reader.”

I’ve kind of accepted that OC fics just don’t do very well on Tumblr. And that’s okay, because I really just want to practice writing and have some fun. But I also want what I write to be seen because it’s more fun to share it!

(That said, I’m still writing the Alfie x Maeve story because it’s my pet project to finish)

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 — 𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: After your power starts getting out of control, Luke does everything he can to make sure you’re alright, but things don’t go as planned.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Angst, mentions of getting shot, bleeding out, fluff

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 6,080

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Mutant!Luke Patterson x Muntant!fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it! ♡

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

You could no longer keep track of how long you had been pacing amongst the lounge area where you and your fellow classmates were gathered. The constant worry of not knowing where your three friends were. Your fingernails were just about nonexistent the more you bit them. 

“How long till she stops pacing?” Carrie whispered to Julie. 

“My guess, never.” Julie’s eyes swiftly followed your movements. 

“They should be back by now.” You coiled a loose string from your t-shirt around your finger, unraveled it, then did it again. “Why aren’t they back yet?” 

“They’re boys, with the ability to travel certain distances. Did you really expect them to stay put behind the gates of this school?” 

“No, but with Stryker out there I would’ve expected them to be less reckless.” You peaked out the window, moving the curtain out of the way with a brush of your fingers. “Mostly Alex with his anxiety. Alex would have never agreed to leave. My best bet…Luke did it! He’s always looking for trouble. No doubt he dragged Reggie along with him too. God knows what they’re doing? Why can’t they listen? I mean we’ve told them numerous amounts of times that it’s not safe to go out in public. Especially alone. I mean are they even up to date with the news. Hello people! They still fear us. I cannot believe they left. How they managed to do it without me knowing, who knows? I mean it’s crazy enough that-” Everyone around you drowned out your voice as you rambled on. 

“I can easily put her to sleep in an instant, just say the word.” Carrie’s fingers sparked with a zap. A hinted grin plastered on her face. Charles shook his head at her. 

“No it’s best we refrain from knocking her unconscious and putting her to sleep while she’s under stress, Miss Wilson.” Charles gave her a pointed look. “We wouldn’t want another incident like the last time to happen.” 

“You know she didn’t mean it.” Julie pushed away Carrie’s hand. “Flynn’s fine.” 

“I know, but we can never be too careful.” Carrie eyed you as electricity moved between each of her fingers. 

- 

“Tell me why were not safely behind the gates of the school and instead looking for a stupid necklace, again?” Alex’s eyes darted around the roof. His fingers fiddled with his oversized sweater that fell past his hands. 

“It’s not stupid, Alex, we’re looking for Y/n’s necklace.” Luke moved around some rocks. His face scrunched in concentration as he knelt down. “She lost it here a few weeks ago. We had to leave in a hurry though and it must’ve fallen off. I came back a few times, but I wasn’t able to find it then, plus she hasn’t been able to sleep without it. Now shut up and look.” Luke met Alex’s eyes. “I just want to make it easier for her again, okay.” Luke sighed as Alex continued to stare at him. 

“By risking your life?” Alex looked at him bewildered. His hands waving around him crazily. “The risk of being seen has increased, people still fear of us, and not to mention some scary soldier guy is out to get us all. Come on Luke, can’t Y/n just- by a new one.” Alex suggested with a hesitant grin. 

“Geeze you sound like Carrie.” Reggie eyed him. 

“Alex, she made Flynn’s worst fear come true.” Luke’s voice was low and steady.

“Isn’t she scared of drowning?” Reggie tilted his head. 

“Yeah and while Y/n was asleep, she flooded Flynn’s entire room with water that came out of nowhere!” Luke exclaimed. “Remember? Professor X had Jean and Julie help us remove the water. The hallways were wet for days.” 

“I thought there was a pipe burst?” Reggie looked confused. There were now two sides of a story he didn’t know which one to believe. ”I’m so confused…”

“That seems like a long time though…” Alex stuffed his hand into his pockets. “We haven’t had a mishap since, and Y/n’s only done it once. Who’s to say it’ll even happen again?” Alex pointed out. 

“That was three weeks ago, Alex.” Luke frowned. “Professor X said she’s getting worse, and if it comes to it. She could possibly set off her own fear. That’s why I have to find that necklace!” Luke turned around and knelt down again. 

“We’ll help.” 

“Yeah.” Alex nodded, going off to one side to begin looking.

“You guys didn’t need to come, ya know. I would’ve been fine on my own. No need for you two to risk your own lives.” Luke gestured to them as they searched. 

“You’d think we’d let you leave by yourself, hilarious.” Alex mocked with a laugh. His hands getting dirty due to the dirt on the ground. 

“Yeah, nothing like the three amigos, working together.” Reggie jokes. 

“She just had to lose it on a rooftop…covered with rocks.” Alex placed his hands on his hips. They had barely covered half the area. From the wind rustling through their hair, to the busy streets below them. It almost felt too normal. Too calm as three mutants walked around on a rooftop. They hadn’t been disturbed.

“Guys is it just me or are you getting an off feeli-“ 

“Hey I think I found it!” Reggie exclaimed as he ran over to Luke. Luke’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he carefully grabbed the gold chain from Reggie’s palm. It was in fact your necklace. The star shaped pendant was a bit dirty, but nothing seemed to be missing or broken. 

“Atta boy Reg!” Luke slapped the side of Reggie’s shoulder. “Y/n is gonna be so happy to have this back!” 

“Great can we go now?” Alex wrapped his arms around himself, feeling the effects of the cold night. He kept looking around, something felt off to him.

“Yeah we should head back before everyone starts worrying.” Reggie agreed.

“No need to worry guys, Y/n and Professor X will be happy as long as we get back in one pi-“ Luke choked up as he felt something pierce through him. Two bullets going through his shoulder and abdomen. He glanced down at his shirt that was now bleeding through. Luke looked up at Alex and Reggie who looked at him with wide eyes. Alex stumbled back as a bullet lodged itself into his shoulder blade.

“A-Alex…” Luke’s voice trembled as he lost his balance. Alex rushed to catch him before he could hit the ground.

“We got you!” Alex held the boy tightly.

“Y-Y/n-“ Luke sputtered out blood from his mouth. “S-She’s-”

“D-Don’t talk okay we’re heading home- Reggie now!” Alex groaned, clutching his shoulder as he heard another shot go off. Reggie closed his eyes, quickly wrapping his arms around his two friends and teleported them back to the school.

-

“Where could they be, and why didn’t they say anything?” You let your arms drop to your sides. Everyone was noticing your frustrations building up. “Why do they always do this? God they are gonna be in so much trouble when they get here!” You curled your fists. Digging your nails into your palms. You hadn’t realized you had closed your eyes. All your fears and concerns building up like a ticking time bomb.

“Help!” You all turned your heads towards the sound of the yells.

You didn’t wait another second before you sprinted out the lounge and towards the grand foyer entrance.

“Charles!” Reggie rasped as he kept looking over his shoulder. Luke was slipping in and out, while Alex sat on the ground applying pressure to Luke’s wound. “Someone help us!”

“Reggie!” You had barely rounded the corner before you saw the horrifying scene. Alex’s hands were covered in your boyfriend’s blood. “Oh my god…” You gasped, tripping over your own feet as you went to him. “L-Luke?” You didn’t know where to place your hands. “What the hell happened?” You snapped. Reggie flinching back against your harsh stares and teary eyes. “Reggie, what happened?” You rasped out.

“I-I don’t it all happened so fast- I don’t know-“ Reggie sputtered out his eyes glossing over.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” You cooed at him. “Don’t strain yourself.” Reggie nodded keeping pressure on Luke’s wounds. You glanced down at Luke who’s eyes were barely open. You smiled sadly at him caressing his cheek. “Where’d you go, trouble?” You lightly teased. Your pained laugh slipping past your lips. “You’re gonna be fine, okay. You’re home now.” You reassured him. Luke only gave a slight nod.

“Guys what- Oh god, Carrie go get Hank tell him to meet us down in the lab- now!” Julie rounded the corner just then ushering the blonde to go and find him. Everyone soon rounded around the wall. Taking in the blood and Luke laid across in Reggie’s lap.

“Step aside kids, make room, make room!” Charles rolled in. Going over in his chair to where everyone was.

“T-That’s a lot of blood…” Alex trailed off. His eyes rolling to the back of his head. He fell back with a slight thump.

“Alex, oh god!” Julie hovered over him, patting the side of his face. “Hey buddy, come back to us…” Julie nervously chuckled. “Wake up!” Your mouth agape as you watched her slap Alex back to conscious harshly.

“Well that’s one way to do it.” Charles’ face scrunched up.

“Ow!” Alex moaned out, now placing a hand on his cheek.

“Alex what happened out there?” Julie brought his attention onto her. Alex blinked a few times before he spoke.

“I don’t know, t-they just came out of nowhere…the bullets.” Alex clenched his teeth. You caught sight of his shoulder.

“Alex you’re hurt!” You pushed his sweater past his shoulder. Willie came over to comfort his boyfriend.

“Luke was hit first, then more were fired. We got out of there as fast as we could.” Alex moaned as soon as Willie applied pressure to his shoulder.

“Did you see anyone?” Charles asked.

“No…I’m sorry.” Alex’s pained expression made Charles break.

“It’s alright Alex, we’ll talk more later. Let’s worry about those wounds first.”

“We’re wasting time, I’m taking him down to the lab.” Reggie extended his hand out and grabbed Alex’s hand. Willie held onto Alex, then Reggie teleported them all out of the room.

You stayed back staring down at your hands that were now covered in blood. Julie slid over and wrapped her arms around you. Your body heaving as you cried.

“Hey now, it’s okay. He’s gonna be fine. You’ll see.” Julie rubbed your shoulders, talking softly. “Luke’s gonna be fine.”

-

“I knew I shouldn’t have let them out of my sight. They always have to do something stupid and dangerous. God I’m such an idiot“ You cried as you slid down the wall to the ground curling in on yourself.

“No you’re not!” Charles scolded you. “I’m more to blame than you are my darling.” You looked up at him with tears in your eyes.

“What do you mean?” Your voice rasped as asked him.

“Well…” Charles reached into his pocket to get something. “From the looks of it, it appears Luke’s little field trip didn’t seem stupid to him.” He dangled the golden chain in front of you. Your eyes widened as you recognized the pendant from anywhere. You had lost the piece of jewelry a while ago. You gasped as you gently took it from him. Your thumb rubbing over the star. “I knew where he was going…” Charles averted his gaze away from yours guilty. You looked at him in shock. “He told me that he was going to retrieve that pendant…no matter what.”

“You knew this whole time?” You croaked. “You knew the risks-”

“Luke knew just as much as I did how dangerous it was to leave the school grounds.” You looked up at Charles. “He knew what he was doing, Y/n.”

“It was a stupid necklace though, he shouldn’t have gone. God I should’ve known something was up. I could have gone with-”

“Luke thought it’d be best not to tell you. His concern being you would have wanted to tag along.”

“He’s not wrong.” You smiled sadly.

“He planned it all out so you wouldn’t have found out. He cares deeply about you Y/n. There is nothing he wouldn’t do for you.”

“Luke sure has a habit for the theatrics huh?” You laughed as a few tears fell. “When he said he’d take a bullet for me…I didn’t think he actually meant it.” You palmed your face shaking your head. You recalled the time where he snuck you out of your room, for a midnight date in the garden. He said he would have rather died than let anything happen to you. At the time you thought he was being a sap, but turns out this was only the beginning of many bullets he’d take for you, you just didn’t know it. “Why did he leave? Why did any of them leave? Alex surely would have talked some sense into him, right?”

“Y/n…ever since you lost the necklace, you haven’t been sleeping well.” Charles sighed, not wanting to tell you the extremities of what being a psionic resulted in, and the rude awakening of your power. He had no idea how to handle it, handle you. “Three weeks ago, you were asleep, many of your classmates were still awake, however, while you were napping…” He paused.

“What?” You perked up fearing the worst of what you could have done.

“While asleep, you flooded Flynn’s bedroom while she was sleeping. She almost drowned, Y/n.” You stared at him in horror, your hands covered your mouth in shock. “Luke was the one that didn’t want to tell you because he knew how much you were struggling to control your powers already. He didn’t want this to scare you.”

“You said I was getting better…You said, oh god, Flynn.” Your heart rate was picking up. You now understood why she had been acting strange around you for the past weeks. Why your classmates kept spilling their cups of water in front of you causing you to slip. The pool party, the prank in the bathroom. They knew what you did to Flynn, so they mocked you with her own fear. You made her biggest fear come true, and now she was scared of you. “I hurt Flynn, that’s why she won’t talk to me. It’s because she’s scared of me.” You gripped at your hair. Voices and thoughts began clouding up in your head. “You lied…” Your voice grew small. You stood up from the ground. “You lied to me!” You backed up. The fear in your eyes was prominent. Charles had never seen you so scared, scared of yourself for that matter.

“Now Y/n darling please under-” Charles reached a hand out for you.

“I’m a danger to everyone, you said I’d be safe here, but my friends, my classmates, you, Hank, you’re all in danger...because of me!” You kept backing up, shaking your head. You were in denial. You were scared. “I hurt Flynn…I hurt her, I’m the risk, not Stryker and his team.” You whimpered. “I’m a monster.” You pulled at your roots. You closed your eyes, voices rang through your ears causing you to cup them to try and drown them out.

“Watch out the freak has arrived.” An illusion of your classmate Tessa and a few of her friends walking from one wall of the hallway and disappearing into the other side, appeared.

“Don’t get too close.” The illusions continued right between you and Charles. The voices caught the attention of those who lingered in the foyer.

“I recommend any dorm but the ones on the third floor.”

“Don’t tell her your biggest fear, she’ll use it against you.”

“Leave her alone guys!” Luke appeared next in front of you and Charles. “Oops I spilled a bit of water there.” Fake Tessa laughs at you.

“What did I do?” You continued walking backwards. Your ears covered by your hands, your eyes shut. “What did I do?” You whimpered.

Charles grew scared as you kept creating telepathic illusions of everyone who had been mean to you. You weren’t even asleep, which is when your power would be at its full capacity, but here you were, fully awake, which meant you had somehow reached your powers true potential.

He pressed two fingers to his temple grunting at the excruciating pain he was in. “Y/n dear, their words mean nothing. You are not a freak, okay!”

Julie, Carrie and Reggie, along with Willie and a few others lingered behind him watching you break down. Watching fake illusions of Tessa appear in front of their very eyes. You had opened your eyes shrinking into a ball watching the horrid memory play before you.

“This is what you get for what you did!” Fake Tessa had pushed your head in the toilet.

Alex came up the stairs with a sling on. His eyes widened as he took in the scene in front of him. “Professor X how is she doing this?” Alex yelled over the illusions.

“I don’t know Alex. She’s only ever created them asleep!” Charles exclaimed. In the corner of his eyes he caught Tessa looking at you with fear and regret. Everyone got a taste of her harshness and toxic behavior first hand.

Many of your classmates spared her a glance. “Where’s Luke?” Charles looked up at Alex.

“Hank just finished stitching him up…he’s still under.” Just what Charles didn’t want to hear. Luke was your anchor, and in times like this it helped to have him here.

“Y/n you have to stop this!” Charles’ voice was in your head.

“I don’t know how?”

“Yes you do, you’re strong enough!”

Charles was about to encourage you some more until Tessa felt the need to talk. “Y/n stop this!” You flinched as she walked around the illusion to get to you. “Tessa get back!” Charles demanded.

“I can’t!” You yelled, shaking your head no.

“Yes you can. You can do this, you just don’t believe in yourself enough!” She was not helping. “Stop this right now before you hurt everyone here!” Charles thought she was getting through to you until… “Don’t hurt everyone, like you hurt Flynn!” There it was. Tessa made the mistake of putting her hands on your shoulder. Her fear showing itself in your mind. Your eyes shimmered with tears. A whimper leaving your mouth.

“I’m so sorry…” You cried as you looked behind her in fear. Tessa turned around slowly to see what you had been looking at.

Everyone took a step back looking at the man covered in blood. A pick axe lodged into the side of his head.

“No…” Tessa bottom lip quivered as she tried hiding behind you. “Please no, no no no, make it go away. Make it go away!” Tessa pleaded, beating her fists into your back. “Make it stop!” 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” You cried as you tried comforting her. “R-Run Tessa, run!” You sobbed, watching as she let you go and took off down the hallway.

Your classmates began running in a panicked frenzy, their screams overwhelming you, you had accidentally created another one of your classmates’ fears. A creepy clown laughed at you, taking off past you.

Charles, Alex, Reggie, Julie, Carrie, Willie, and surprisingly Flynn stayed behind. Watching you fall to the ground as more of your classmates’ fears conjured out of thin air. The harsh reality, every single illusion was real. They could hurt you, touch you. That was the real curse of your so-called gift, as Charles once put it. The problem wasn’t whether they’d tell you their fears or not. Hell Flynn never told you about her fear, and yet…she almost drowned. They just appeared out of nowhere, and you made them real.

“I’m sorry…” You whimpered as a gigantic spider appeared, crawling away. Charles made sure to hide everyone behind him. You looked up defeated. “I can’t stop this, Charles.”

“Yes you can my dear. You can, it’s all about what’s in here.” He motioned to his temple. “It’s all in here!” You only shook your head. You laid your head in between your knees in the middle of the hallway.

“Alex I need you to take the rest of them and hide.” Charles attempted to whisper to Alex, but you heard them.

“Hide?” You looked up at the group. “You’re all scared…” You slowly stood up from the floor. They all shook their heads. “You are! You don’t have to lie…”

“Alex go please!” Charles ushered him.

“Professor X, I don’t think you’re helping?” Julie hit him in the arm. “She’s scared!”

“Okay but- Luke?” Alex stopped himself as he saw Luke appear in front of them. “Luke, what the hell man, I thought you were still under anesthesia?” Alex took a step towards his best friend, but was stopped by Charles’s hand that extended out. Charles gulped nervously.

“Why are you stopping me?” Alex questioned.

“That’s not Luke…” Charles watched as you stared up at the illusion with fear.

“Not Luke, you sure cause I know what he looks like?” Alex gestured to the body and stood in the middle of the hallway.

“How can you tell it’s not him?” Reggie scratched his neck.

“This one isn’t hurt…” Carrie inspected as she watched this Luke cautiously. 

“If that’s not Luke, then who the hell is that?” Julie exclaimed.

“What me and Luke were trying to prevent from happening?”

“Wait I remember hearing you talking to Luke about how her own fear could hurt her…Is this it? This is her fear? Luke is what she fears?” Willie gestured to you crawling backwards away from the figure in front of you. 

“Why do you look so scared?” Fake Luke tilted his head. He smirked as tears fell from your eyes.

“I-I’m not scared.” Your voice shook. 

“You sure about that?”

“Please.” You whimpered.

“Please what? Please don’t hurt you.” Fake Luke stepped closer. “Don’t say what you don’t want me to say.” He laughed. “You’ll break, right? Four little words and your will to stay alive is gone.” 

“I-I won’t break…”

“You will because without me you’re nothing.” You closed your eyes as he got up in your face. “Look at you…pathetic.” He scoffed. “It’s no wonder I don’t love you.”

I don’t love you. I don’t love you. I don’t love you.

You cried as he began screaming the same four words.

“Stop it please, stop it please!” You covered your ears. He kept repeating it over and over like a mantra. Your heart hurt. You were in pain, not just from not being able to control your powers, but your fear was Luke not loving you anymore. “No no no, stop it. Go away, go away, go away….I said go away!” You screeched. A sudden energy blast flung itself forward causing everyone to stumble back. The force you released ended up throwing you back into the table in the hallway. The back of your head collided with the edge of the table. You were knocked unconscious. The illusion of Luke rejecting you disappeared, and so had every other fear roaming and chasing after your classmates.

“Y/n!” Everyone rushed forward to help aid you. Julie had gotten to you first. Catching a glimpse of blood spilling from behind your head.

“She’s bleeding!” Julie frowned with worry.

“Reggie, get her to Hank now!” Reggie carefully picked you up, Julie, Alex, Carrie, and Flynn placed their hands on his shoulders. Then they were gone.

The rest of the group, including Charles were left undefeated. Not knowing what to do. Charles was left feeling helpless. For once in his life he had no way of knowing what power you truly possessed.

-

“Hank!” Julie announced their presence upon teleporting down to the lab again. “We need help!” The group rushed you over to an empty surgical bed.

Hank placed his glasses on, he was taking a break just now. He had just finished stitching up Luke and took a breather. He bolted up from his chair after they startled him.

“Y-Yeah yeah I’m up.” He rushed over to where they put you down. Hank had begun examining you. “Where’s all these injured kids coming from?” He said. “What- are you guys playing mutant roulette or something?”

“Not the time Hank!” Carrie exclaimed.

“What happened to her?” Hank started examining your bleeding head.

“She’s making people’s nightmares come true, what else is there to say.” Carrie shrugged.

“I know she can make nightmares come true Carrie, what I want to know is why she’s bleeding out on my surgical table?” Hank sassed back at her.

“She hit her head…did you know she could blast energy from her hands?” Julie questioned. “Because I thought she could only create telepathic illusions.”

“I did not, but with Y/n everything is a mystery.” Hank furrowed his brows. His eyes taking in the frown etched onto your unconscious face. “Super energy blast huh?” Hank rubbed your arm. “What else you got up your sleeves, Y/L/N?” Hank asked rhetorically.

Suddenly a scream fell past Flynn’s mouth. The lab suddenly began filling up with water just like it happened in her room.

“N-No no no, not again.” Flynn climbed onto one of the cabinets.

“What the hell?” Julie exclaimed. She looked down at her shoes watching them become soaked. Carried grew worried as the water didn’t stop rising. She looked over at Luke who was still unconscious.

“That’s it, I’m waking him!” Carrie grunted. Her fingers released a zap of energy.

“No you could hurt him?” Julie put her hand out.

“He’s already hurt, we need him right now…unless you wanna let him drown in a couple of minutes?” Carrie raised her brow at Julie. When she got no reply, she stepped closer to Luke, she put her hand out and shot a zap of her power at him. In a few seconds, Luke’s eyes sprung open. He gasped loudly. He grunted as he held his stomach. Carrie helped him sit up.

“What the hell Carrie!” Luke groaned as he looked up at her.

“Welcome back my friend!” Hank slowly patted Luke’s back as he sat up slowly. Grunts of pain slipped past his lips. “Sorry for the interruption, but we have bigger problems.”

“What are you-” Luke’s eyes widened as he saw water reaching up to everyone’s knees now. His eyes found your figure lying unconscious. “Y-Y/n?” Luke finally got off the medal bed, and jumped into the water surrounding them. “S-Shit it’s cold!” He complained as he maneuvered his way over to you. “Y/n, hey.” His hand hovered over your injury. “Why is she bleeding, what the hell happened?”

“She lost control, Luke. She was scared because she found out about flooding Flynn’s room and-” Julie began.

“You guys told her about Flynn’s room?” Luke’s head shot up. “I thought we agreed not to tell her!” 

“Well, regardless if we told her or not, she’s still flooding the lab!” Carrie shot him a glare, gesturing to the water that now reached her hips.

Luke looked around watching the water increase. He looked back at you. “Y/n wake up, I’m right here okay! Wake up!” His face turned serious. His hand patting your cheek gently.

“I can wake her up in seconds!” Carrie focused her eyes on you. Her hand now higher by her face. Luke caught the zap of energy in the corner of his eyes.

“Don’t even think about it!” Luke directed a harsh pointed look at her. “If you haven’t noticed, we’re surrounded by water. One stupid zap from you and we’ll all be electrocuted. Think Carrie!” Luke warned her. “You and water shouldn’t exactly be mixing right now!”

“It woke you up.” She scoffed.

“Okay now is not the time to be arguing!” Julie butt in. “Flynn what do you think we should do…Flynn?” They all turned around and watched as Flynn curled into a ball rocking back and forth on the counters.

“Flynn isn’t exactly comprehensive right now…plan B?” Reggie suggested. 

“We don’t even have a plan A!” Alex frowned.

“Kiss her, Luke. You know, like in those fairytales.” Reggie nudged Luke.

“Reggie.” Luke looked at him.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up!”

“No maybe he’s onto something.” Julie protested. “Seriously?” Luke looked at her.

“Do you have another idea?” She shrugged.

Luke sighed and sloshed across the water now up to his stomach, which now reached you. Luke had to hold you up in his arms so that the water wouldn’t hit your face. “Come on baby, wake up for me. Just like before.” He chuckled nervously. “Come on, I know you’re in there. Just follow the sound of my voice, okay?” Luke shook you slightly.

“Luke!” Julie warned him as she climbed onto the cabinet with Flynn. Alex and Reggie, following her movements. As for Carrie she dove into the water for her phone.

“Carrie!” Alex screamed after her. Without a second thought he jumped into the water.

“Happy thoughts, happy thoughts. It’s just water, a deep pool of water. Nope. Get me out of here!” Flynn screeched as she, Julie, and Reggie now had to stand on the cabinets.

“Luke!” Reggie yelled out to him.

“I’m trying!” Luke looked back to you and then at the water that now reached your chests. He had to resort to holding you up. “Y/n!” He yelled for you as the water leveled at your necks. “Y/n!” He yelled again, which was when you gasped awake.

Your eyes widened. Luke treading the water with you in his arms. Water, that’s when you noticed that the lab was flooded. The fear in your eyes returned. Luke immediately caught on. “Hey, hey, you’re okay, we’re okay.” He groaned as he adjusted his hold on you. “No one’s hurt.” He reassured you.

“I-I did it again.” You closed your eyes, wanting to get out of his hold, but he wouldn’t let up on his grip. You looked over at Flynn, who looked relieved to see you conscious again. On your right, Alex and Carrie resurfaced and gasped for air.

“I got her!” Alex exasperated as his lungs begged for air.

“Let me go, you fool!” Carried swam away from Alex, who splatted the water in annoyance, then swam to the counter. They had startled you a bit. “Hey look at me.” You returned your attention to Luke. “It’s all in your head. Just in your head. The fear doesn’t take over…” He urged you to finish.

“I take over it.” You muttered softly out to him. Tears spilling down your eyes.

“Yeah you do.” Luke leaned forward kissing your temple gently. He pulled back to look in your eyes. “Think about what we’ve been working on. Fear isn’t the only thing you can create.” You nodded remembering the last time you and Luke and Charles practiced more on your powers. Charles had suggested that perhaps if people’s fears could be created, then there was the possibility you could conjure up their dreams and desires too. “Hey, Flynn! What do you wish for more than anything right now?” He called over his shoulder still staring at you with a smile. “How ‘bout being able to see the floor, please.” Luke raised his eyebrows, smirking at Flynn’s request.

“How about it angel?” Luke motioned with his head over at Flynn.

“I-I can…I can try.” You nodded nervously. The only time you made a desire come true was outside, when Luke asked for snow. You made it snow, but everyone had to wear sweaters and scarfs for the next few days. You closed your eyes and imagined the water disappearing and sinking into the ground. You took a deep breath and let your power do its work.

Luke beamed as the water began lowering. Everyone still in the water, now met the ground again. The flood was no more than a small ball of water floating in the air above you guys. 

“Yes!” Julie cheered for you, which took you out of your focus causing the ball to land on Carrie. Who was now soaked even more. You grimaced, apologizing, yet Carrie brushed it off not caring at that point. Just glad to be alive.

“W-Will work on it!” Luke nodded, he laughed nervously. You reciprocated the smile, then wrapped your arms around him. Luke flinching slightly made you pull away.

“Sorry, you okay?” You grew worried.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay.” His eyes crinkled at the corners. “Hey, where’s Hank?” Julie asked.

You all looked around the room and saw him lying on the floor unconscious. Your eyes widened as you saw him lay there motionless.

“Oh my god!” You gasped, making the move to rush over to him, until Carried stopped you and began walking over to him.

“I got him.” She reached out with her finger and zapped him. That brought him back instantly. “Welcome back...” She gave him a smile then walked away. “I’m gonna go shower, kay!” She called over her shoulder as she pushed her way out the lab. Then she was gone.

“At least no one’s dead.” Alex laughed, a small smile playing at his lips, as he tried to lighten the mood.

“Yeah... I’m confused though.” You furrowed your brows. 

“About what?” Luke questioned.

“Why didn’t you three think about teleporting us all out of here?” You looked at them curiously. Flynn, and Julie turned their heads ever so slowly to glare at them.

“Oh my god…” Flynn stared at them blankly.

“What?” Julie gritted her teeth. “You mean to tell me…we could have been out of here earlier?” The boys flinched as her voice rose a few octaves.

"They’re so dead.” Flynn nodded, pressing her hands together.

“M-Maybe.” Luke laughed nervously. Rubbing his neck. “Possibly… y-yes?” He squeaked. Hiding behind you, yet you pushed the stupid boy away from you. He felt offended by your shove. Julie slowly shortened the space between her and the guys.

“Run.” She warned them slowly.

“Alex and I were shot!” Luke reminded her, pointing at her as he and the guys continued backing away from her.

“You two get a 10 second head start then.” Julie told him.

“S-Seriously?” Luke’s eyes widened, he was getting scared. 

“Seriously…run!”

“Go, go, go, go, go!” Reggie nodded furiously ushering them out of the lab. You wholeheartedly judged the fact that they were running instead of teleporting.

You walked over to Flynn, who stood by the entrance. She somehow found a bag of chips and you stole one from her bag.

“How long do you think it’ll take them to realize they can teleport?” You asked, biting into the chip.

“Julie I’m sorry, okay!” You heard Reggie yelp. Then a thud. 

“After Julie gets to Luke.”

“Ahhhhh!” That was Alex this time, followed by another thud.

“Hmm.” You nodded. 

“These are so good!” You looked at Flynn nodding at the chips. 

“I know right!”

“No, Julie!” 

Yours and Flynn’s eyes widened, hearing a high pitched scream. “Was that Julie?”

“No that was Luke...” You reached for another chip. 

“I didn’t hear him fall?” Flynn looked down the hall.

*Thud, thud, thud*

“There it is/” Flynn smiled gesturing to the sound.

“W-What did I miss?” You both looked behind you to see Hank rubbing his head.

You both remained quiet, until Flynn offered her bag to him. “Cheeto?” She smiled.

“T-Thanks?” He slowly took one and bit into it slowly.

“Ahhh!” You and Flynn remained calm, whereas Hank was heavily startled.

“What was that?”

“Oh just the boys.” You said nonchalantly. 

“Get back here!” You heard Julie growl.

“Julie Molina, stop this instant!” You heard Charles yell after her. 

“S-Should we help them?” Hank suggested.

“They’re fine.” Flynn reassured him.

A thump and the sound of glass breaking followed. Flynn stopped herself then continued. “They’ll be fine.”

“Oh no…” You pouted. “What?”

“We’re out of cheetos.”

“I think I saw some more in the kitchen.” 

“Let’s go, then!”

“Are you coming Hank?” You called over at him.

“Y-Yeah.” He quickly closed the lab door and trailed behind you two.

You and Flynn smiled your way through the broken furniture and broken vases as you walked down the hallways. Hank looked bewildered as he examined the mess he walked past.

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