#its not great but im too lazy to fix it | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

the-l-spacer · 1 year

Text

Chapter 2

Stardust doesn't remember when exactly he first learns of loneliness.

As far as he knows, his life, spent drifting through the dizzying emptiness of space, has remained the same from the moment he first awoke, bathed in the soft glow of the Sugar Swan Nebula. He simply is, is a comet shooting through the night sky, a single point of light amidst dark matter and the distant gleam of neighbouring galaxies.

This makes him unsure of how long he has been wandering before he begins hearing – what he thinks must be – the voices of the stars, who speak to him in fragmented whispers, in murmurs and fractured voices from far away. But he does know that the very first word he learns is 'wish'.

"I wish that mom would buy me the pink stuffed jelly horse!"

"I wish that more cookies would notice me at school."

"I wish my sister would come home more."

Time passes, marked by the orbit of planets, the movement of asteroid belts, the stars in faraway constellations turning from red to white to all-consuming black. Stardust learns that it is not the stars speaking to him, that they are simply echoing words uttered by beings – conscious, like him – who confess their dreams and wishes to the ceiling of glinting lights that hang above them in hope that they would come true.

With the echoes as his only companions, he picks up, slowly but surely, the way of existence for these beings. A horse is a creature who roams on four legs (just as the Aquarius and Pegasus constellations if viewed just right), a school is a place of education, where one learns of the world (he doubts the beings are ever taught what he knows, of the birth of galaxies, the colours of dying stars).

He learns that these beings are called cookies. That he, too, is one of them.

Sisters, brothers, mothers, fathers, are all cookies cut from the same dough, referred to as family. A home is place and cookies and objects and emotion and time combined (and something in him aches at that, at the mere absence of a place to call home).

He learns that younger cookies desire toys, outings, attention, not too dissimilar from the older entities who request fame, fortune, the recognition of others. He learns that these cookies instinctively gather together, forming couples, groups, families, communities. That it is anathema for any one to be without one.

And he learns that unlike the cookies whose wishes are unknowingly conveyed to him, he is utterly alone.

Something, or someone, had created him. Taken him from his birthplace and cast him out into the void, cutting him off from warmth, from the mere presence of others. Condemning him to an existence alone alone ALONE.

He rages and curses and weeps, when he realises what has been done to him. The crush of emotions after an eternity of numbness warps him inside and out, into a shape he himself does not recognise.

For a period, he does nothing but scream, scream for someone, anyone to answer him, to tell him he exists, that he is wanted, needed, loved, only for his voice to be swallowed up by the blackness.

Then, he makes his choice. He burns through space with a renewed intensity, seeking the stars who had been, like him, discarded. He reaches within himself to find the internal compass guiding him 'home', and follows that invisible thread to Earthbread, to the City of Wizards, where those who created him look on from their ivory towers, casting down anything they deem less than perfect.

The cosmic wind whips his hair and cloak, he feels the heat building up around him and inside him as he makes his descent.

He will make the Wizards, he will make everything know his despair, his anguish and sorrow and maybe then, he would not be alone anymore.

And then, he hears it. A voice, not a distant echo, but clear, despite issuing from miles below.

"Did you come in search of the Wizards? What is your name?

Stardust nearly veers off-course at the entirely alien sensation of being, for once, spoken to.

He has an instant to answer, before the rest of the voices catch up in the first one’s wake. Demands as to who he is, pleas to stop his current course, cries of fear, forming a wall of noise that overwhelms him after nothing but a lifetime of directionless whispers, leaving him unable to do anything more than grit his teeth and force himself onwards.

The time that follows after is a horrible blur.

The ‘imperfect’ stars follow his destructive trajectory, raining down hellfire on the city below. Stardust Cookie lets gravity do the rest of the work for him, lets his form smash past clockwork constructions and ancient buildings, slamming into the ground in an explosion that sends a shockwave rippling through the Wizard’s Plaza.

Stone gives way below him, shattered glass flies in every direction but his, and Stardust is grounded.

Weightless for so long, he struggles against Earthbread’s downward pull, but he forces himself upright in the face of ones who were ignorant to his misery, or worse, who had known but done nothing about it.

He casts his eyes about for the Wizards, but they are nowhere to be seen, having abandoned the City just as they had done to him.

He looks at the children scattered around him, making panicked efforts to talk him down, even as his feelings of animosity do nothing but grow and grow.

How dare they presume to reason with me, to appeal to me after what I had been through?

And then he looks into the eyes of Moonlight, a cookie cut from the same dough as he – ‘family,’ the stars whisper – who regards him with something akin to pity and horror at what he has become, all while attempting to do the same.

How dare she pretend to care for me, when fear and hatred are written across her face?

How dare she defend this city, her creators, who had left the both of us behind?

He feels himself growing, shifting, his thoughts engulfed in the tumult of wrath and sorrow, until he is nothing more than a fiery star, ready to bring everything and everyone around him to ruin, once and for all.

But this does not come to pass.

The cookies are stronger than he thinks, and he does not realise they have overpowered him until he attempts to beat his wings once more, and finds that the gust too weak against the ever-oppressive pull of gravity, the force sending him crashing back down to the ground.

This time, he makes no attempt to rise. He just lays down, his cheek pressed against the scorched stone. Every breath is an effort, and even as he reaches within himself for strength, he finds nothing, his anger having nowhere left to go.

The loneliness of a star is destructive. All its life, it begs the other stars and life forms and matter around it for companionship, a futile plea issued to an indifferent universe.

He hears the words tumble from his lips, reaching the horrified cookies around him.

Eventually, it collapses in on itself, into an all-consuming void that sucks in everything around it, a twisted answer to its wish for the emptiness at its core to be filled.

It is a fitting end for him, he thinks distantly, lost in his mind while chaos begins to swirl around him, his body decaying into the dark vortex he had witnessed countless times before. After all, what is he but a force of destruction, cursed to roam the vast galaxies moorless and alone, while only being able to ruin everything he touches?

Maybe now, he’ll know something akin to peace. Something other than the eternal stretches of ennui, or the aching isolation and anger that rots his being.

He closes his eyes, and surrenders to the darkness at the edge of his vision.

But he does not die.

Instead, he falls into a dream. A book is pressed into his hands by a bespectacled librarian, and in its pages, he learns something new.

The wizard who created him had known him to be a mistake. And yet, he acknowledged the potential in him to be more.

The delicate glass flower he finds in his hand tells him something too. In its reflections, he sees a cookie like him. Abandoned, yet wanted, even if it had taken years and years for it become so.

Could there be hope for me, too?

When he stirs into wakefulness, he is surrounded by cookies. Not watching in terror, but out of simple concern for him.

For him.

Moonlight Cookie is there too, descended from her post above the clock tower. Her hands hover over him, uncertain.

And at last, he sees her. The lone custodian of an empty city, imperfect, just like him. She had refused to see the imperfections of her creators, the darkness of the night sky until it was too late. Yet, she had apologised, had saved him despite all that he’d done to harm her and the place that she so loved.

And she is beautiful despite her flaws, beautiful as the rejected stars around him.

And if beauty can be seen in Moonlight, in the stars, can the same potential not also be found within him?

Finally, calm washes over him. He knows what he has to do, and his next words come ready to his lips. "Will you ever forgive me for the destruction of this city?"

He glances away, unable to meet Moonlight's gaze, but he hears her next words loud and clear. "I forgive you, Stardust Cookie, for I am also so, so sorry that you had to spend an eternity alone."

Her words are soft and sincere, and they pierce Stardust like an iron spike through his chest.

An apology seems trite, incomparable to years of sorrow. Yet, hearing it from Moonlight makes him step back, his eyes prickling and his throat closing up, leaving him unable to respond.

Moonlight reaches out a hand, and Stardust flinches. Her eyes soften, and she asks, “Can I give you a hug?”

“A.. a hug,” he echoes.

“If you’d like.”

“Yes,” he murmurs. He has heard of the concept, two cookies holding each other, just to feel the others' presence. “But I’m sorry, I’ve never…”

He trails off in shame, but Moonlight only smiles. “It’s alright, you don’t have to do a thing, just hold still.”

He does, not even daring to breathe in when he feels an arm, warm and soft, wind its way around his back, the other carefully lacing over his shoulders.

And he sinks into it, letting his head drop on her shoulders. His next inhale catches on a sob, and before he knows it the tears are running down his face, the years of solitude bearing down on his shoulders.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-” he’s shaking, trying to pull away, but Moonlight’s embrace only tightens in response.

In a moment of instinct, he brings his arms upward and around Moonlight, returning the embrace, his fingers tangling in her long hair. He pulls her close, making up for the years of distance between them, clinging to her as though any moment, his sister would be ripped away from him.

His sister. He has a sister, and from the moisture he feels on the cloak around his shoulders, she too is no stranger to suffering in the many years since their creation.

He has a sister, and he will not let her know pain ever again.

“Thank you.” He hears her whisper into his shoulder, and knows she feels the same way.

Even as a light begins to emanate from them, growing brighter and travelling outward in a wave that erases the destruction he had wrought, restoring the City of Wizards, neither of them let go.

#cookie run #stardust cookie #moonlight cookie #read my fanfiction boy #or dont its not great and there are things i wanna fix but im too lazy to (but hey at least it exists)#anyways wow my first non espresseleine fic who woulda thought

11 notes · View notes

joy-returns-in-the-morning · 2 years

Text

Tojoctober Day 6 - Blade

While Kiryu was saving the Tojo Clan, Aizawa was studying the blade!

#tojoctober #aizawa masato #he's sooo hard to draw but i tried #the scan quality isnt great on this one but im too lazy to fix it :/#some of the colours got washed out #ah well #i think its fun to imagine aizawa and morinaga hanging out together at the dojo #happy times together 😄

9 notes · View notes

quickandsilvers · 6 months

Text

Sick Day 🔥

Peter Maximoff x fem!reader SMUT

Summary: Reader has come down with an illness, so Peter decides its time to repay the favour and take care of her.

Warnings: Oral sex(fem), fingering, kissing, humping, mention of a sex toy, embarrassment on readers end, Peter being an annoying and yet also very adorable airhead

Word count: 5083

Taglist: @kaismanwich @evpeters87 (Let me know if you want to be added or removed!!)

A/N: im really happy with how this turned out, so im hoping anyone reading will enjoy it too.💕

A good night's sleep was tough enough to get as an Xmen.

Sleeping in went unbeknownst to you, with late nights on missions and grueling 6am training sessions, requiring you to be up and ready to go while everyone else slept lethargically in their rooms without a single care in the world.

This weekend was supposed to be your reprieve, no early mornings, no new work, just a chance to lie in and scoff as many cake snacks as possible until you grew nauseous. Or it should've been. This weekend was anything but.

Since it was a Friday night, and you’d just had a full day of lectures (courteous to Charles, of whom seemed to thrive off of your misery) you promised yourself that Saturday was the day you would crack on and do.. Well.. nothing.

Lying in bed, however, the probability of this happening seemed bleak. Dull, aching pain shot through your stomach intermittently, and the feeling of whole body numbness and nausea couldnt be shaken.

Whimpering and clutching at your stomach, you feebly use your powers to close your bedroom door. You would rather be caught stark naked running through Charles prized white rose bushes than be seen writhing in your bed like you were doing your best attempt of a caterpillar in the process of metamorphosis. You were very aware of Peter’s frequent roaming of the halls, knowing if he caught you in such a state you would never be able to live it down.

You felt weak. Insecure. A class four mutant and yet you succumbed to something as simple as a stomach ache and fever?

It was a fight to repress the pain. A fight you were in fact losing, and you weren’t sleeping because of it.

You weren't exactly sure how your sickness had flared up, but living in a mansion full of prepubescent kids that paid more attention to what was being served for lunch, rather than the basic hygiene and cleanliness standards made you less than surprised.

A glance at your phone. 2:37 AM. A sorry sign given that you’d gone to bed at quarter to twelve. With an exasperated huff you got up, instantly squatting to the ground to lessen the pain that was realized with it. Then, slowly, you maneuvered yourself into your bathroom, supporting your jittery hands on the countertop of your sink before looking into the mirror.

Holy shit, someone alert the authorities. Exorcism needed, stat. Pale faced skin, lidded eyes and disheveled hair greeted you like a slap in the face, only seeming to aid in your shitty mood.

Groaning, you trudged back into the confines of your bed, too lazy to attempt fixing whatever happened to your appearance and disappearing under the covers. You ignored the sweltering heat emitting off of your body, instead picking up your phone once more and dialing a number you knew off by heart.

As an adult, you should’ve been able to handle being sick on your own. But you still wanted to talk to Peter, at least let him know that you weren't feeling great. He owed it to you anyway, you reassured yourself, remembering his leg fracture after the Apocalypse battle, making you his personal assistant for the next two weeks.

A very, very long two weeks. Not that you minded too much, especially when aiding him in getting dressed in the morning, but you soon realized he was essentially just a giant toddler, with no sense of spatial awareness or consideration for your busy schedule.

Peter had somehow influenced you into sharing the same bed for the time his leg was broken, exaggerating the fact he might ‘roll off the bed and be confined to the floor like a turtle stuck on its back.’ His words, not yours.

You weren’t even sure if that was a plausible excuse. Nonetheless, it worked, and you spent the next while being laid upon as though he were a weighted blanket, his stifling speedster body heat having the same effect on you as a sauna.

That you could deal with until you discovered his tendency to constantly be moving around on the bed, even whilst sleeping. One time you woke up with your best friend sprawled out in a way you can only describe as a malfunctioned starfish, limbs stretched out in ways you didn't imagine were possible.

The morning after you made a satirical statement of tying Peter down to the bed to keep him still, only to instantaneously regret it after being met with wiggling eyebrows and a plethora of bondage jokes.

Snapping yourself out of your tranfix, you dial the number, not having to wait as Peter picked up before the first ring.

“Hey babe, what’s up?” He said. You could practically hear his grin from down the phone.

“Hey, are you busy?” You spoke the best you could, wincing at the voice crack you made.

“Geezz, what's up with you?” Peter snorted, and you could hear the faint buzz of his Mrs Pacman machine, telling you he was in his basement. “Yer mouth sexed a can of helium or what?”

Rolling your eyes, you cleared your throat, ignoring the burning sensation traveling through your trachea. “Shut up, Maxipad-'' you could hear his groan through the screen “i was gonna say that i'm just not feeling that good right now. Nothing terminal, was just gonna ask if you could stop by or someth-?”

A woosh sounded from your phone before the call ended, and with a fwip, Peter was standing in your bedroom.

With your half-lidded eyes you glanced up to see your best friend, clad in his million dollar man tee and the only pair of pants you’ve ever seen him wear, the dark metallic color almost black due to the lack of light in your bedroom.

Donning his signature grin hinted with a smidge of concern, Peter blew a section of his silvery hair out of his face before his chocolate eyes locked onto yours. Peter titled his head in amusement, snorting at what you could only assume was your current state of appearance.

Before you could come up with a witty remark, a cough attack silenced your words, making you lean into a sitting position and struggle for breath. When it was over, you noticed Peter now standing on your left with his grin replaced with blatant concern, handing you a glass of water he seemed to have just magically pulled out of his ass.

You eyed the glass, your throat thirsty and parched, but suspicious over the unusual act of care.

“Did you spit in it?” You ask hoarsley, although accepting the drink.

“Please, i’m not that much of an airhead.” Peter argued, laughing at your deadpan gaze. “Besides, it’s not me who you should be worried about. We both know Scott is the most diseased out of all of us.”

“You're still hung up on that?” You barked in laughter before sputtering at the wave of pain sent through your throat.

A few weeks prior, the mansion held a birthday celebration for Kurt, where Scott had one too many to drink. The night ended with your friend sprawled out in a nearby bush outside the mansion, hurling into what poor Scott drunkenly believed was a bag.

The bag in question? Peter’s silver jacket.

“It was my only one!” Peter whined, “they don’t make ‘em anymore!”

You covered your laugh with your hand, knowing Peter’s beloved jacket was a sensitive topic. Although, you made a mental note to find a jacket as similar to his as possible, knowing that the speedsters birthday was just around the corner.

“I’m sure you’ll live.” You smiled, before furrowing your brows as you watched Peter rustling around your cupboards.

“I’m looking for some cough sweets” Peter remarked as he continued to rummage through your things, sensing your confusion. “-for your throat”

You nodded, pointing to a pair of drawers on the opposite side of where you were laying in bed. “Bedside table drawer.” Fwip.

Whilst focusing on adjusting your position into a comfortable one, you could hear the sound of the drawer being pulled open, the rustling indicating Peter’s fumbling.

A half-minute later, you find a comfy spot and turn towards Peter, the background noises coming to a stop and his voice speaking up.

“Found i- oh, hel-lo.” He whistled.

“Did you find the cough sweets?” You asked. Studying his gaze, you wrinkled your nose in puzzlement as Peter stared into the drawer, a wide grin forming on his flushed face.

From knowing Peter since the Xmen formed in ‘83, you recognised this smirk from anywhere, identifying it from when Peter teases you about something. Which of course, is constantly.

“What?” You turn to throw a blanket over yourself before looking back. As you do, you see Peter staring at you with a wicked smile, an arched eyebrow and-

Fuck.

Your silver vibrator in his hand.

Your eyes get impossibly wide and your jaw goes slack in a combination of surprise and pure horror. You completely forgot about that thing, being so busy with missions and training meant that you hadn’t had the time to kick back and relax like you used to do.

The realization that the vibrator was silver, your best friend's infamous signature color, only added to your embarrassment. How were you gonna dig yourself out of this one?

Peter’s grin only gets wider at the comical realization on your face. A few moments of silence and, as if you had been cured miraculously, you scrambled towards him, kneeling upon the bed so that you were only just in line with his twinkling eyes.

Peter snickered as you got closer, drawing the vibrator closer to his chest, almost possessively.

“A vibrator, huh?” He confirms in that annoying tone you had got to know so well. The tone that makes you want to sink into the ground and be one with the soil, no conscience or memory of the situation you are facing.

“That’s something personal, give it back.” You point out, sharp and firm. You extend your hand, waiting for Peter to give you the vibrator, but of course, you remain ignored. “Don’t get cocky about it. The color choice was a coincidence.”

Peter smiles lopsidedly and glances down at you. “I wasn’t sayin’ it was, babe.. But now you’ve got me thinkin’..” He ponders, quirking one of his eyebrows again and waving the silicone in the air mockingly, his thumb resting on the button of the vibrator keenly.

“It was the only color left in stock.” Liar.

Noticing his disbelieving gaze and cocky smirk, you know that you are just digging yourself a bigger hole. You grit your teeth, darting your hand out to try and grab your toy but to not avail, it doesn’t seem like he was giving it back anytime soon.

That annoys you more than it would if it was anyone else, but it's Peter, the most childlike, insufferable, annoying jerk you had ever had a silly crush on passionate hatred for.

You step closer to once more grab your embarrassing secret, but Peter yanks it down and hides it behind his back gleefully. You can't stop that quick move, but you manage to grab Peter by the bicep and push him back and against the bedside table.

You realize that you are now standing really close to him; one side of your body is pressed against Peter’s and you can even feel his tickling breath on your face. Peter stares at you with that twisted, amused look for a few more seconds before he starts blabbering again.

“I guess that you're more of a naughty chick than I was thinkin’, huh?” He speaks in a weird, yet somehow seductive, low voice.

A high-speed buzz trembled next to your ear and you turn, only for your eyes to set on the vibrator Peter was clutching, the silicone moving in rapid motion as he fiddled with the settings.

“This surely ain’t the fastest it can go?” Peter asked rhetorically, and you noticed as his teasing expression switched, as if he were struck dumb with surprise. “Pretty lame if you ask me babe.”

You clench your jaw as you felt the heat rising to your cheeks, the suggestive undertone from his words not going unnoticed by you. You fight against it, not wanting to blush and give Peter more satisfaction.

Another ego boost you fear may be fatal, but you can't help it; your cheeks turning crimson. Peter notices and giggles, nibbling the side of his lip.

“Ya know yer look totally bitchin’ when yer blushing?” He says coyly, and that comment only makes your blush intensify, however you refuse to back down. Nothing you do can bring you back from an endless lifetime of teasing hanging over your head.

“Stop that,” you say harshly, albeit shakily “And give me the vi-.. Just give it back,” Your nose wrinkles at the mere word, embarrassed to come to terms with what your best friend has found in your drawer. You tug Peter’s arm, harder this time, but he doesn't relinquish.

“Yer want it back?” he teases and you know exactly what's coming next. “Then come get it,” Peter pulls back his arm. Fwip. He stands confidently at the other side of your bedroom. You groan. “Why do you always have to act like this?!” You yell, exasperated but not surprised, feebly running after him.

Peter is now standing in the middle of your bathroom with a shit-eating grin and the vibrator dangling in his hand, joyfully inspecting the streaks of silver running along it.

You can only imagine what he is thinking in this moment, the thought of you spread out on your bed, thrusting your toy in and out at a steady pace, soft whimpers and praises of his name squeaking out of you. Peter’s cock twitched at the mere thought.

“Come on babe, if you want it back, you have to fight for it,” he goads, waving the vibrator right in your face.

That's it, you have to stop this now.

You throw yourself against Peter and you both fall back onto the bed. You struggle for a moment and the speedster is giggling the whole time, evidently amused by the situation. He surely loves torturing you like this and the thought of that makes you feel even angrier and struggle harder.

You keep trying to yank his right arm, but Peter pushes you back and hides the hand that's holding the vibrator behind his back once more, sporting a borderline malicious grin.

“What, babe? Are yer gonna give up now?” He teases with an evil smirk that makes you lose it again. You push him forward and manage to make him fall back in the bed. Then you get on top of him, straddling Peter as a way to keep him from moving, but the effort seems to be futile as he keeps shifting under you; his head ducked in the hollow of your neck and one of his hands holding you back by the hip.

After a moment, he stops struggling and you realize that Peter is breathing heavily. You can feel his warm breath brushing the side of your neck and you notice that your own breathing is hitching too.

You pull back, observing Peter's devil gaze. In record time, literally, Peter flipped your positions, his hands snaking into yours as he holds them either side of your head. You stay quiet, glancing up at your best bud and awaiting his next move.

Glancing down at your lips, Peter’s tongue protrudes as he swipes it across his own, chest heaving in excitement. “If yer gave me the chance, babe?” His words were sincere and low.

“I could take real good care of ya.” Peter’s now dark gaze looks up and bores into your own, emphasizing his words in a way that had you needing him already.

You gulped as your breath hitched, your legs involuntarily rubbing together for friction. Arousal seeped from your entrance, beginning to soak your panties, being concealed only by the oversized sleep shirt you had over you.

If Peter had this effect on you with just his words, you wondered how you would survive with him balls deep inside. The thought alone made your thighs quake.

You weren’t stupid. You were very aware of Peter’s dating history and his tendency to ‘get around.’ But could you blame him? With the power to move any part of his body at mind bogglingly rapid speeds, you were surprised that there wasn’t a line of women outside his dorm room each night, cash in hand.

Peter was a respectful lover, of course, making it known his intentions from the get-go, but you couldn’t help but feel insecure from the inexperience you had against him. You weren’t a virgin, but you absolutely weren’t experienced either.

Peter felt your legs quivering as he looked down, fighting against the Gods themselves to not moan at the sight before him. Your baggy shirt had lifted up during the tussle, revealing your lace panties, wet from your arousal. His own cock leaked in response, and Peter looked back up, awaiting your response.

He was Peter. Your Peter; and you trusted him wholeheartedly.

“Really?”

“Scout’s honor, babe.” Peter grinned, holding up four fingers. He wasn’t a scout, nor was he holding up the right amount of fingers, but that was enough for you.

Smiling, you nodded, and Peter’s nervous facade dropped instantly as a teasing smirk adorned his features. He sat up to pull his shirt over his head in one swift motion, then leant back down to meet you in a passionate kiss.

Your lips parted instantly, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth while his fingers found the hem of your shirt, sliding up until the pads of his fingers tickled and grazed your waist. Peter hummed in content, enjoying the slight jolts your body made in reaction to his soft touches.

Sliding his hand along your spine, your back arched, allowing Peter to pull you up into a sitting position and gently take off your shirt. Once the material was discarded on the floor and you were left in just your panties, Peter grinned like a schoolboy at the sight of your bare chest, watching your nipples gradually harden from the exposure to the cold air.

A low groan rumbled from the back of his throat as he leant forward to blow cool air on your tits briefly, making you whimper and curl your hands into his unbelievably soft hair that you were impossibly jealous of.

He leaned back quickly to remove his shirt, discarding it in the general direction where he threw yours.

Peter’s focus moved back to your face, taking you in another sweet kiss as his chest collided with yours. The warmth between your bodies was comforting, especially when Peter pressed them together and pulled back from the kiss to travel back down. He kissed down the valley of your breasts, moving to the underside with an unsuspecting nip, making you gasp and clutch onto his hands.

Your eyes closed as Peter worked on your chest, nipping, licking and sucking the both of them, leaving a trail of marks that showed your belonging to him. When his soft touches subsided, you opened your eyes, only to be met with Peter’s dark ones and a smirk gracing his pinkish lips.

You were about to question him on why he stopped before he shushed you and tilted his head teasingly.

“Be honest with me, babe. Yer bought that vibrator with me in mind.” Peter smiled cheekily as you flushed once more, shaking your head in denial.

“It was just a big coincid-” you stopped mid sentence as your best friend quirked his eyebrow, disbelief coating his expression. You sighed.

“I guess.. It might've been at the back of my mind..” you mumbled almost inaudibly, averting your gaze due to the sheer embarrassment of admitting your dirty secret to the very last person you intended to tell.

Peter mockingly leaned closer towards you, cupping his ear with his hand as if it were impaired. “I’m sorry, babe, couldn’t hear yer there. What did ya say?” You glared at him, only making him laugh and continue with the gesture until you did what he wanted.

“Okay- fine! Yes, it was about you. Don’t be gettin’ so cocky about it, alright?” You admitted, exasperated.

Peter snickered jovially, his chest puffing out in show that your words had already given him the ego boost he was craving for. You could barely revel in your humiliation before you gasped, a buzzing emitting from your clit that made you writhe in a frenzy.

“All yer had to do was tell me the where and when, babe.” Peter grinned, gazing at your blissful expressions as the pads of his fingers pressed deeper into your clit, making you rock your hips into his hand. “Yer don’t need that toy when ya have the living, breathing, undoubtedly sexier thing.” You failed to answer, instead nodding vigorously and whimpering.

The buzzes came to an abrupt stop as his hands slid back out of your soaking panties, and you whined at the loss of contact, humping the air to gain some sort of friction to keep you going.

Peter snickered beside you, a comment about how needy you were for him going unnoticed by you as you whined for his touch.

You gripped onto his hands tight, gasping as Peter once more began kissing down your chest, but this time passing your breasts and moving down your stomach, peppering kisses along the way.

“Your skin is so fuckin’ soft,” Peter groaned, grabbing your thighs with a “c’mere” and pulling you towards him “what typa baby powder are yer usin’, huh?” His voice blabbered on and you let out a sound that was between a chuckle and a moan, your chest heaving as you awaited his heavenly touches.

Hooking your aching legs over his shoulders, Peter reached for the strap of your underwear, his fingers hooking underneath and sliding them off. You could faintly hear the fumble of the material, unknowing that Peter had shoved your wet panties in his trouser pocket.

One of his hands reached upwards to join with yours again, giving you the added reassurance that you would be okay and safe with him.

Your mind completely dissociated from anything other than him as Peter parted your sticky folds with his tongue, sliding the wetness up until he reached the other end. He giggled into your core, making you furrow your brows in confusion but shiver at the vibrations rippling through you.

“I was thinkin’.. It just reminded me of that old guy parting the seas.” Peter chuckled, and your head lifted up to look at your best friend in pure shock. ”What was his name? Monty? Moses? Moses! It was Moses.”

The Fuck?

“You seriously cannot be quoting the bible whilst eating me out, Peter.” You couldn’t believe what he just said. He couldn’t have been the furthest from sexy in this moment, and yet your body was still trembling from anticipation and want. You laid back down, chuckling from the irony and utter bullshit Peter spew out.

“Sorry, sorry.” Peter grimaced, cringing at his own actions “not the time.” Letting out a breath of hot air that hit your center, you gasped, immediately forgetting about what just occurred.

Peter dove in fully this time, leaving you almost no time to prepare as his tongue swirled around your slick in a way that had you clawing at your interlocked hands, gripping Peter so tightly you feared you may be cutting off his circulation.

Your body jolted uncontrollably, and using his other hand, Peter pressed it against your stomach to cease your movements, your skin burning up underneath his touch.

The bed rocked underneath you, not only from your involuntary movements but from the relentless thrusts Peter made on the bed, his cock hardening from your squeaks and moans that he was creating. He humped the bed, groaning into your core, only adding in the stimulation and pleasure, taking you to the brink of screaming so loud that Ororo could be able to hear you from the other side of the mansion.

Peter’s nose tickled your clit as he lapped at your heat, giving you that extra stimulation that took you where you needed to get faster. Your breathing quickened as you felt a finger penetrate through your folds and fully into you, making you gasp and clench, begging him to just move. Move.

The mix of his tongue flicking and buzzing your clit and his now two fingers pumping you in and out sent you into a frenzy, your moans only spurring Peter on, taking him to the edge of his own release.

The only thing you could think about was Peter and the exhilarating pleasure that he was providing you. You seized up as if you were in fear his actions would stop altogether, burning pressure building inside of you to the point you felt like you might explode.

With a curl of his fingers against a particularly spongy spot inside of you, you cried out Peter’s name as your back arched expertly off the bed, blazing intense bliss shooting out from your core and spraying the mattress, your thighs and Peter’s face.

Crying out once more in pure euphoria, your back hit the bed as you spasmed, Peter’s tongue working you through your orgasm.

Breathing heavily, you shuddered as Peter’s fingers slid out of you, a trail of your sticky release coating his digits. He all but moaned at the sight, arousal pooling in his belly as he unconsciously jutted his hips forward once more, seeking and finding the contact for his rock hard erection that was painfully constricted in the tight confines of his pants.

After a few more sharp thrusts, a filthy moan came out from Peter, his mouth forming a perfect ‘o’ shape and thick ropes of hot cum spilling into his underwear.

As your high came to an end Peter moved to kneel above you, putting his slick-covered fingers into his mouth and closing his eyes, humming at the taste. You didn’t even have the strength to utter out thanks to Peter, watching him tiredly as he wiped his chin of arousal.

He leant down briefly to kiss the inside of both your quivering thighs before laying them down to rest against the mattress.

Humming a low chuckle at your blissed out state, Peter took you into a delicate kiss, the taste of yourself and the heat of your altercation invading your senses. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, pulling away after short intervals for air.

“Well?” he said, tucking a sweaty strand behind your ear.

“Well what?”

“Was it better than the vibrator?” Peter smirked, leaving wet kisses and hickies along your jawline that your peers would surely question about tomorrow.

You let out a few breaths, still struggling to come to terms with the fact that you just fucked your bestfriend.

“I think you know the answer to that, Peter.” You breathed lightly as his hair tickled your cheeks. He grinned against the skin of your neck, encouraging a tired smile of your own to break out.

He then sat up promptly, adorning a mischievous smile before using his speed to grab the vibrator, you watching him with wide eyes.

You thought he had the intentions for a second round, but you were dumbfounded as he sped over to your balcony, stepping outside and using his speed to throw the toy as far as a speedster deemed possible.

“Peter!!” You screeched, jumping out and quickly pulling on his tee, of which thankfully covered your bare bottom half, running up to the balcony and staring into the vast darkness. “That was mine, you airhead! You have to get it back!”

“It didn’t even work that well, princess.” Peter promptly shrugged at his actions, bending down to throw you over his shoulder. You screech once more, flinging your arms about in an attempt to cover your bare lower half, a string of obscenities leaving your sore throat.

He threw you onto the bed under the covers, disappearing for a nanosecond to clean up and then reappearing, wearing a sweatshirt and sleeping pants. Peter crawled under with you, nuzzling into your neck contently as if he hadn’t just lobbed your expensive toy to the other side of the continent.

You scoffed, pushing against his head. “I can’t believe you’ve actually just done that.”

Still unrelenting, Peters warm hands slowly rubbed up and down your thigh, as if trying to hypnotize you into sleep. “No regrets,” he grinned, voice slightly muffled as his breath hit your neck “besides, yer have me now babe.”

“Really?” You looked up at the ceiling in shock, not even thinking about what all this actually meant. “Like, as a couple?”

Peter nodded gleefully, moving his head away to look up at you with tousled hair and droopy eyes. “Just imagine, i can be your strong, handsome, ladies man, dreamy, seductive, great music taste, badass boyfriend that you can show off to all friends and family.” You laughed at his dreamy sigh, caressing your fingers into his hair.

“Seductive?” You question, your teasing smirk letting him know you were only joking around. “I would hardly compare you to Patrick Swayze.”

Peter gasped overdramatically, his hand quickly removing itself from your thigh, clenching it by his chest as if he were heartbroken. “Babe, have you seen my smoulder? The chicks faint at the sight.” You turn to look at him, only to see him adorning a quirked eyebrow and a theatrical smoulder not-so-gracefully embellishing his face.

You snort, using the hand in his hair to push Peter’s head back into your neck.

“The fact you just referred to women as ‘chicks’ only proves my point, Maxipad.” You say after a brief pause, only to be met with light snoring as Peter’s eyes closed, his arms wrapped around your middle and legs intertwined with your own.

You bit your lip from cheerfulness, relishing in the moment as your arms curl up by his chest, comforted by the heat radiating off his body.

It was the same cuddling as when his leg was broken, only the air had changed to that of intimacy, a warm buzzing feeling in your chest.

So yes, you had found something to do this weekend.

#peter maximoff #quicksilver #evan peters #xmen #evan peters masterlist #james patrick march #peter maximoff x y/n #peter maximoff fluff #peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff smut #xmen peter maximoff #xmen days of future past #xmen headcanon #xmen quicksilver #xmen apocalypse

473 notes · View notes

thelov3lybookworm · 2 months

Note

I literally just sent a cassian request but this one popped in my head for Lucien. Lucien falling in love with a smokehound breeder from the autumn court. Introduced to each other by eris when he’s going to pick out yet another smokehound for his kennels. The litter that was just born has the smallest tiniest runt that lucien takes pity on and he keeps visiting the breeder to make sure it’s ok and he gets the dog AND the girl in the end bc OF COURSE he does. He deserves the world. 🥹

Better place-

Summary: Lucien wants to go out, Y/n knows a better place.

•○●⛦●○•

A/n: i thought this would be longer, but it turned out like a drabble 🫠im so sorry 😭

•○🌑○•

Y/n smiled softly, her heart doing weird little backflips in her chest when Eris's brother grinned, his mismatched stare fixed on the little puppy, Berald, jumping around, chasing its own tail.

The male laughed when the puppy ran headfirst into his legs, bending to scratch behind the hound's ears.

He seemed so genuinely happy, Y/n considered telling him to take the pup home.

Y/n had first met Lucien two months ago, who had tagged along with the high lord of autumn when he came to get the strongest pup in the recent litter.

Eris, now high lord, had started adopting the strongest hound that was born every month, wanting to add more and more hounds to his army of canines now that his father was dead.

Lucien had apparently started visiting autumn court more frequently, having begun to rebuild a relationship with his very misunderstood brother. Eris, taking up any excuse for spending time with, arguably, his favourite brother, had decided it best to show Lucien the smokehound breeder he got his hounds from.

And now, Lucien had been visiting more recently, having taken a liking to the smallest pup in the litter. Also because he worried so much about the tiny thing.

Y/n had only had seen and cared for such weak pup maybe once or twice before, so when Berald was born, it was a surprise.

"He looks healthier than he did last week." Lucien mumbled, glancing up at Y/n with glittering eyes.

She smiled at him, wondering what the weird feeling that spread through her chest was, goosebumps rising under the sleeves of her dress under his intense stare. "Yes, he's been getting better."

Lucien grabbed the little pup from the ground, holding his wiggling body close to his chest as he stroked the top of Berald's head.

"Um... hey Y/n, can I have a word with you?"

Y/n blinked at the sudden seriousness in his voice. "Uh- yeah sure. What is it?"

His chest expanded with a deep breath, and Y/n could see the resolve hardening in his eyes.

"Have you tried the new restaurant that opened up a week ago down the street?"

Y/n stared at him for a moment. "Yes. I tried it the day after it opened."

Lucien visibly deflated, his eyes falling to Berald, who stared up at the redhead. Suddenly, his head jerked up, and with a lazy grin, he leaned close.

"Will you come with me to that restaurant? I've been wanting to go, but I don't want to go alone."

Y/n was dumbfounded, both at the invitation and his proximity and she was sure he could see her burning up.

"Yeah... yeah sure. But I know a better place-" Y/n smacked a hand over her lips, her eyes widening at her own boldness.

His grin widened. "Great. I will pick you up after sunset."

"Okay..."

Y/n could do nothing but watch and blush as he reached out, grabbing her hand gently and placing his lips on her knuckles, a mischievous gleam in his eye.

Then he straightened, turning to drop Berald back to the ground before walking away.

Y/n stared at his retreating back, then turned to stare at Berald, as if the pup could give her the answers she sought.

The only answer she got was that she was not going alone on the date tonight. Berald needed to come too.

•○🌑○•

General Taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess @nightless @harrystylesfan2686 @cassie6392 @kennedy-brooke @tele86 @miluiel1 @hnyclover @minnieoo @sidrapotter @piceous21 @mybestfriendmademe @saltedcoffeescotch

Lucien Vanserra Taglist: @mirandasidefics @fell-in-luvs

156 notes · View notes

pleasetiemyshoelaces · 22 days

Note

obligatory 'as a traaans peerson' statement outta the way

I don't like the emphasis of life and death that is placed on gender affirming surgeries. I feel like the american medical care system causes people to lump surgeries into two catagories: opinional surgeries you get because you're fat, lazy, or vain, or SUPER IMPORTANT I WILL DIE IF IM NOT ON THE TABLE RIGHT NOW

and like- theres an in between. there are quality of life procedures that arent 'necessary' (such as vision correction) just as there are aesthetic procedures that are (plastic surgery for people with severe birth defects or injuries that prevent them from integrating into society)

I think the need to make facial fem surgery a matter of life or death is because ppl are just really insecure about surgery in general. Im of the opinion you should be able to do Whatever The Fuck You Want to your body no matter who you are, be it fake tits liposuction or a heart transplant.

but having one aesthetic surgery be too sacred to comment on just because its used by trans women carries the unspoken implication that all other surgery needs to be justified by being sacred. the reality is ppl should just do what they want.

exactly, plus the life and death conversation sort of implies that people like Kim K would have endgamed without the surgeries she had

or that someone who may just want/need it may be shamed away from it because "well im not going to die without it"

It starts a conversation of whos surgeries are more important based on personal feelings around them. And as someone who's got BPD, my personal feelings are almost always at an irrational level. So just because i feel at certain times that things are as drastic as they seem, they actually arent and i am just being irrational.

Self esteem issues are part of life, very few people actually ever have the means to "fix" what they dont like about themselves. The majority of us just have to learn to live with it and grow to love it for what it is. Nobody gets to decide what they look like and we all have a "perfect" image of what we would like to look like in our heads.

Saying shit like "im going to off myself because i dont look like marilyn monroe, or because i dont sound like jennifer tilly" sends a TERRIBLE fucking message to ANYONE, cis or trans. You dont have to "look" or "sound" a certain way to be acceptable to society, and black and whites like life and death are a great way to push the idea that you do.

Do what you want with your body and your money. But stop trying to make it a "life and death" thing, when its something EVERYONE has to deal with in life.

We'd all change things about ourselves if we could, but that never means you cant find happiness in your life if you cant. In my personal opinion thats just the perspective of a shallow narcissistic person. Looks arent everything, pretty, femme, butch, masc, handsome, is skin deep.

#courtney orchard #courtney peet

14 notes · View notes

pezpenser205 · 2 months

Text

stuck in this weird rut of a mindset where im fully aware of how much i suck with such great clarity that any explanation or self admittance of this fact to others comes off as fishing for pity or low self esteem on my end. i actually have great self esteem. my self esteem is so detrimental to me in fact that its exactly why i refuse to change despite knowing that i suck and have done nothing to receive any of the love that i feel bitterly entitled to.

for almost my whole life ive been bitter that what i want hasnt fallen into my lap on its own despite being fully aware that i did nothing to deserve it in the first place. this self awareness is constantly misinterpreted as self pity by other people, but i KNOW that there was and is nothing actually stopping me from doing better and that everything past this explanation is just an excuse so people quit bugging me about putting in the effort.

im just too lazy to do better and no amount of compassion people provide me will ever actually motivate me to truly change. not even the consequences of not trying motivate me. the only thing even remotely remarkable about me is my sense of entitlement to things that i know i didnt earn, and my bitterness towards everyone else for not giving it to me despite my self awareness of this fact.

this very entitlement however is exactly why im too lazy to change. because i want all of the reward with none of the work even though i dont deserve it, and am way too infinitely stubborn to just work for it. im stuck in a paradox of sloth and envy that ive Literally Created On My Own that is Fully My Fault For Developing.

to deny any of this or to just say that im giving myself too little credit is kinda absurd considering i havent done a single significant thing in my whole life. i wish self awareness and emotional maturity were synonymous but despite me being so painfully self aware of every shortcoming ive ever had ive never once taken fixing them as a genuine pursuit of action beyond doing it for optics or aesthetics.

i feel fucking insane tbh. i would say i feel like there should be something missing or broken to make me like this but i know there really isnt and that im just fucking hollow inside. i would say i dont know how to fix this but i absolutely do and im just lazy. its an extremely first world and silly predicament to be in ngl i think id fare better in the woods

anyway any other narcissists wanna play minecraft or roblox #justgirlythings

#op #this is npd ranting dont mind me tbh #narcissistic personality disorder #npd #npd culture is #npd safe

11 notes · View notes

theinkymystery · 8 months

Note

Hello to the Author and Editor of Inky Mysteryy!!! I've really liked your work and i consider it as special since it really influenced me(or im just easy to influence) and everything about it UGHHHHHHHHH ITS SSOOOOOOOOOO GREAAAAATTTT anywayss, Inky Mystery made me do lots of fanarts, A WHOLE BUNCH. I mostly posted them in my acc (new to tumblr anyways) and their descriptions too. Here's some of my fanarts:

(sorry for the fold Hehe)

Play the Exit Song (ik its messy XD)

Anyways, the Not-cup character doesn't exist, i just misinterpreted him as an actual one, which i know isnt canon but i did it anyway XD

Double Trouble version 2(version 1 is unfinished tho and is digital, i got lazy to finish it so HAHAHA v1 features only Mayhem and Holly, while this one adds Cuphead nd Not-Cup)

The Slap scene after the Gala (still disappointed to Cup for his actions, great writing btw, it really made me feel the characters, specially Holly my fav)

Letter-less version

The Marvelous Mayhem (she's one of the most mysterious character if ya asked me, i also liked her bcoz of this and i often doodle her)

Lukahd, infamously known as The Lady of Despair (anime style)

Angel-Demon War but only shows Ventis and Lukahd

(srry that its landscape)

And tthis is how i imagine Metatron would look like( i purposely didn't put his halo bcoz it was takenby the Guardian Angels at some point, right?)

Welp, thats my favorites!(sorry for the bad lighting and blurry cam tho) Hope ya like it. You really have great writing skills and im curious about the timeline of when the parts were distributed and hidden by the micco, angels and dishes. Tho, don't answer this one if it needs ta give us spoilers. Also Mayhem's origin, how the Night terror has been now and about what Cuphead felt after he hurt Holly's feelings. (curious for the latter). For the tear tho that a certain cat god fixed, was it like a tear in a paper? Since they live in a 1930s cartoon style right? So it may be comparable to a torn paper with a tape XD. I really like Holly and i was new to the Colly ship when u broke my heart. I was rlly disappointed with Cup's actions, and it was all bcoz of your great writing! I hope they can get the last part and find the Ink Machine on time, I rlly miss their old selves, where they were still happy. I just wanna how u these fanarts of mine, icant rest easily knowing that my favorite author wont see my fanarts(and how much i dedicate to it and love the fanfic novel)

Anyways, that's all i wanna say XD (too many, troublesome me) you have great writing, i love ur work and prolly i wont stop at making fanarts of it XDD

These are BEAUTIFUL arts! Thanks so much for sharing them!

Yup! The tear was sort of like a tear in a piece of paper. :)

26 notes · View notes

mobydingus · 20 days

Note

Hii um, really sorry about bugging you but I was scrolling through tags and I saw that you drew lovely Nathan and Leslie work a while back; I'm wirting a huge personal AU and one of the subplots is her breaking Nathan out of camp so they can do a world domination thing lol

I've never seen any headcanons of them ever so it's super hard to wirte (even if it is just for myself, but I love over analyzing both of them) so I was wondering if you had any cools ones that you're comfortable with sharing?? I'm really really sorry if this is random, from a random user but I'm just so content starved and your art on here is so comforting and I love the scene one so so much!!!!

So um, if you can please tell headcanons >⁠.⁠<

wow i really appreciate that! i have a few, nothing too exciting. im not sure if you meant for them interacting or independent headcanons but ill say what i remember. it might be a longer response than you asked for LOL

for more technical ones:

i headcanon that nathan knows at least a little about how leslie works as a robot so if she gets hurt he can help fix her (but hes no robotics engineer so he cant do much about major damage). i also think that she can continue to mimic voices (like when she pretended to be president). she can use this to help herself or nathan (usually blackmail) but she also uses it to taunt nathan (for example, mimicking jimmy to piss nathan off). i also think leslie can change her body temperature from colder than a human to scalding hot (sometimes not on purpose, if she isnt working properly she might overheat which could damage her). i always imagined that there was some sort of underground facility (i wanna draw this but lazy) where she went to recharge, but thats one of my more fantastical headcanons. i personally think she didnt have parents or a house to live in (only a facility) but thats just me. i imagined that after leslie died, nathan recuperated and went to the crime scene or wherever her body was held and either: a. she showed signs of being functional, so he broke her out. or b. assumed she was completely dead/a lost cause and left her there (and she was still alive but wasnt capable of showing signs). both are fun ideas . i imagine that nathan diverted a great deal of his savings from drug-dealing to help repair leslie if he had saved her.

as for their relationship, in my headcanon:

neither of them will admit that they care about one another, even though they do. leslie doesnt admit it because she thinks that being emotional could compromise her rational thinking. nathan does not admit it because i dont think hes ever admitted any true feelings of appreciation or friendship for anyone lol. he would not do anything that might make him emotionally vulnerable (not that hes really conscious of this).

they both taunt eachother and can be meaner than they intended to. they both have a habit of lying to others in canon, so i imagine they still do that.

from a rational standpoint, leslie considers nathan an important asset and his ability to keep quiet about important (and unethical) things makes him valuable for secret operations. from a not-so-rational standpoint, she appreciated his different approach to life and the fact that he is not phased by leslies bizarre nature (the way she acts when she drops her act of being some innocent kid). she has grown fond of him in a way that i believe resembles an unspoken friendship.

nathan first considered leslie as another person to harass, but after being "employed" by leslie, he began to actually appreciate her, and its probably the first time a girl did not instantly hate or pity him. he probably has some sort of crush, but maybe not because leslie is crazy. he also thinks leslie is scary (but so do most people who have dealt with her "mask-off"). i think nathan likes leslie more than leslie likes nathan, but nathan is the first person she goes to if she has a problem, so they are dependent on each other at least a little.

thank you for your ask. hope it wasnt too much of an answer

#ask

4 notes · View notes

nayaaatv · 2 years

Text

”my answer is you” - wen junhui ✦

# : band au, angsty angst, kind of fluff if u like squint (i think im lying)

warnings ! : mentions of alcohol, mentions of food if that counts,, a very sobby jun, swearing. no happy ending ? depends on how u see it

wc ! : 1.1k (tee hee)

a/n : this was supposed to be a very very very long fic but turned into a oneshot bc i got lazy,, this is really bad so aha i might fix it in the future (?)

ft. mingyu, hoshi, and minghao.

some people may say your breakup was very healthy, and maybe you thought that too, but...

its always going to be messy.

and it was. you were leaving him for college and he was leaving you for his career. it sounded mutual, ish.

at first, maybe it was healthy. you both agreed that maybe it was for the best considering your situations, that was until you found him on your porch.

stupidly drunk. crying all over the place, begging you to come back to him. you had to get one of his band mates to pick him up.

after that, the breakup hurt much more. you climbed in bed sobbing your ass off for days. you didn't even want to leave him.

maybe you were just scared of the cons of long distance, maybe you were scared of what college would do to your relationship, maybe you just fell out of love.

out of all those thoughts, it definitely wasn't the last one.

you moved on eventually, found new people and a boyfriend. you assumed he did too.

assumed.

you and your boyfriend, decided to go to a yearly couples festival.

it looked familiar, you thought. you went anyway since it was your boyfriend who was suggesting to go.

you got ready and got in the car.

you wore a white floral dress you probably haven't worn in ages, since it was sitting untouched in your closet.

"we're here!" your boyfriend, mingyu cheered.

the gentleman opened the car door for you and smiled, visibly excited for this particular event. you smiled back as you walk with him to the entrance.

it was beautiful. all the pretty lights, the food stands, the tables, everything was amazing. though, you got a massive wave of deja vu. you shrugged it off for the sake of your date.

“lets get cotton candy !!” mingyu suggested.

you nodded and walked with him to the food stand. whilst waiting for the cotton candy to form, you heard a familiar voice start to speak.

you looked around to be met with the wooden stage in the middle end of the venue, surrounded by a bunch of lights and speakers.

the slightly familiar band walked up the stage, making everyone turn their heads.

“hey everyone, hope you’re having a great night tonight! requests are by the booth over there. hope you guys have fun.” the singer cheered as the crowd cheered along.

and then it hit you. it wasn’t just a band, it was the band he was in.

the band your ex, jun, was in, the lead singer actually. your mind went blank as you saw all the familiar members all together like before. you smiled in slight shock, happy to see him living his dream.

“babe? you okay?” your boyfriend asked. “hm? im fine, gyu” you assured the boy.

although you moved on for good. you couldn’t keep your evil thoughts locked away. ‘has he moved on?’, ‘what if we didn’t break up?’, ‘does he still remember me even?’

you managed to push those thoughts away for a while and continue your date with your precious boyfriend.

the man in question on the other hand, wasn’t the strong soldier you were.

he noticed you while fixing his equipment with his members. his eyes glossy from the sight of your smile.

wishing he was still the reason of it.

“jun? you ready?” his drummer, soonyoung, snapping jun out of his thoughts.

jun nodded, awkwardly walking up the stage to make a quick introduction.

a solid thirty minutes go by. your head finally at ease, taking selfies with your boyfriend. in just a snap, you forgot about jun. though he, was unfortunately still at stage one.

endless staring throughout the night. he, in fact, did not move on, like at all. he sang and sang trying to hold himself back from evil thoughts of his own.

right before he knew it, it was the last song. he stared at the request paper dully.

‘Try Again - Jaehyun and d.ear. my girlfriend loves this song, like a lot, i hope you could play it, thanks !!’ he read.

he froze for a moment, rereading it a few times. for once, he asked his members if they should do this song.

by song I mean the song you used to sing in the car with him. jun used to find himself dreading to the melody. now, he doesn’t know what to feel.

he put the note down and announced the next song.

you look up from your table to the familiar melody, whilst your boyfriend jokingly groaned, as if he wasn’t the one who requested the song. but neither of you needed to know that anyway.

“gyu gyu gyu gyu” you shaked the boys shoulder repeatedly.

“i know, babe i know.” he laughed, adoring your excited smile.

the singer was barely focusing, nearly voice cracking at one point. he tried looking everywhere but your eyes. he was unsuccessful after 32 seconds into the song.

you noticed his gaze and waved happily. your boyfriend doing the same.

although there was a bright smile on his face, his world was slowly breaking apart. time stopped in his eyes.

“So whenever you ask me again”

his eyes started getting glossier. he started to remember things he wished he could forget.

“How I feel, please remember...”

he wished he was still singing with you in the car, having no care in the world. he wished he was still the one who walked you to school. he wished he was still the one you were on a date with. he wished you were still there to support him after a gig. he wished he was still the one pressing his lips against yours.

“My answer is you.”

eventually, the song came to an end. as you were gathering all the food and stuff you bought with your boyfriend. jun was crying his ass off backstage like the day you split. his bandmates comforted him whole-heartedly.

“its alright bud, atleast she’s happy, right?” minghao assured the older one.

jun didn’t even want to cry at all. it felt wrong to him, but he just couldn’t stop sobbing. some nights, he wishes he didn’t break up with you, and tonight, was probably one of those nights, and maybe the worst of them all.

sooner or later, the singer got himself together and left the venue with his band.

although you’re not with him to hug and kiss after a gig, he’s more than glad that you have someone who loves you a lot. and maybe, just maybe, this was the closure he needed. we’ll never know, he doesn't know either. a he knows is that.

he was and always will be joyful to see your pretty smile.

taglist ☆ : @guavagyu 💫

76 notes · View notes

heartshapedbubble · 2 years

Note

Hello again! I requested the spring heated wine headcannons! I wanted to request another luchino fic/headcannon but something angsty if you're comfortable ^^

I just love angst lol -🍄

oh my god i was supposed to finish this yesterday but i literally got lost ?? and spent like an hour walking outside in the rain without an umbrella and my phone on 1% until i found my way back but um anyways hi im back and i hope this fic is good enough anon🤲 sorry for the wait

the person i once knew, a luchino diruse oneshot🦎

art creds: @/micro_menbow on twt

not proofread woo!!!, cw: mentions of blood and syringes/injections/needles, this one is kinda cringe tbh i hope its good enough anon, reader's gender not specified, a little less italian pet names than usual, luchino is a cocky little shit and i love him, yet another fic i did in samsung notes yas slay, the formatting is weird but im too lazy to fix it so uhh yet another slay i guess?

-------------------------------------------------------

"Looks pretty charming, right?" The brunette man was beaming with excitement.

You two just arrived at the small, fishing village, where you were appointed to do some research on reptiles. The shack that was supposed to be your shelter for the week wasn't in the best condition - the roof had a couple holes in it and some of the windows were broken, but it was clear that it didn't matter to Luchino, your research partner. As he was excitedly inspecting the shack, the combination of damp air and annoying mosquitoes left you exhausted to the point you laid down onto your luggage to catch a breath.

"Well, if you call that ruin charming, I guess our research will be done in no time." You laughed. "Phew. As if housing is the most important thing about our mission!" You rolled your eyes - he put on the oh-so-high-and-mighty voice again. "This is a great opportunity to explore and find new species. Just look at the conditions! Perfect for finding various reptiles and snakes."

"Okay, okay, ramble all you want, but first, let's go inside and set everything up." You knew that once you start an argument with him, it never ends. But as much as he annoyed you with his stubbornness, it definetly was a valuable trait for his profession.

As you clacked with various bottles and equipment, you saw him already putting on his coat and gloves and preparing himself to head outside.

"But, Luchino, you barely ate today, you can't just go outside like that! I know you're excited but-"

It was obvious he wasn't listening. "Yeah, okay, I'm just going to go outside and check the surroundings! No exploring or anything." He basically rushed out of the house. Not much could be done except roll your eyes - but, oh well, it gave you enough time to prepare your microscopes and books.

A few hours passed. You already did a big part of the job - took notes about your previous researches, set up the petri dishes, labeled various sample bags and what not. There was so much to be done and it occupied you to the point you just forgot that Luchino even left. Him sprinting into the house took away the peace you just got to enjoy. He was ecstatic, his eyes twinkling and him doing weird hand motions.

"Okay, ___, you won't believe what happened! I ran into the university colleagues, who happened to be on vacation a couple of miles away from the village, and they told me they have something that might help our research, a snake actually, and that it might be the rarest and most fascinating specimen we-" He spoke so quickly you barely understood him and ran out of breath.

"Oookay. Now slow down and try again - what happened?"

"Our colleagues offered to give us a snake - no, lizard - they think might help our research a lot, they said that it's not like any other species we researched before"

"Give it to us? No payment or anything?"

"Nope. Not a cent."

The new situation made you think. It all just sounded too good to be true. And you knew that said colleagues were not the most generous people, so what led them to such an offer?

"I... don't know. Something smells fishy there. I'd recommend you being extra careful."

"So you're in?"

"I mean, I guess, but-"

"Alright! Perfect! I'll get it tommorrow then."

He headed straight to bed, not even willing to drink some tea with you.

"And the surroundings, Luchino? You said you'd check them ou-" "They're fine! Just a regular lake or swamp area. Nothing special." He turned his face towards the wall and covered himself up with the blanket. You sighed - the situation occupied his brain and now nothing was on his mind except it. It was a common occurence and something you constantly scolded him for in the university's laboratories, but this time it worried you more than usual.

You tried to shake off your anxiety. I mean, it's just some weird snake, apparently, It can't be that bad....

Can it?

the next morning

You stabbed your dry, canned food with a fork. You couldn't decide if it was the weird flavour or the whole reptile situation that took away your appetite. Luchino said that he'd be back in an hour, but it seemed like years and years have passed. "Maybe for the better", you thought to yourself. The dizziness and nausea that your anxiety caused you were already present and it wasn't just something you could shrug off as usual.

"I have it!" The sudden scream shook you out of your trance as Luchino burst through the door yet again, holding the little cage like it was a trophy of sorts. He gently put it on the table as you tried to get a peek of the creature that hid inside it.

Your anxiety was put aside as curiosity won over.

He grabbed a key from his pocket and nervously opened the cage. A small snake crawled out of it - no, a lizard? You leaned in to get a closer look. The little animal had the body of a snake, but the scales were unusually big and tough. It also had something that looked like small limbs growing out of it.

"What the hell did you bring here? What kind of peculiar animal is this?"

"Good question! I have no idea." He gently opened his fist in front of the animal as it crawled onto his palm, his fingers gently petting the scaled surface. "But, this little guy sure is something. Apparently he grows limbs and other parts of his body, not just the tail. When i picked him up, he was just a snake - but look at him now! His legs are growing already." He picked up his notebook and the quill and started sketching the snake-lizard on the first empty page he opened. "Even if we don't know what he is exactly, he's certainly helping us out during our research. Actually, I'm pretty sure we're at an advantage over everyone else right now!" The little creature gently rubbed its head against his arm, as if it just understood what he said.

"Ah, well, I guess you'll be so occupied with it to the point I won't be needed to complete the work?" You rolled your eyes. Luchino and you were always bickering at work and always wanted to do things by themselves, but you couldn't ever say you hated him. In fact, you cared for him, a lot. He was someone you used to look up to before you applied for your job, and he still is, even though you hate to admit it. Even with his (sometimes) unbearable attitude, he was a very charming man, in his own peculiar way.

"Oh, no, your help will definetly be needed! And well appreciated, too. I'll just... take care of the little guy." The animal was back in its cage. "Now, go to sleep, ___, I could bet you're very tired already."

the next morning

"Morning, ___."

Luchino's voice made you turn your head. He was standing at the door yet again.

"Oh, hey, Luchino. Let me guess, you went out again without me, right? And probably did most of the job again?"

"Well, I didn't want you wake you up or anything.."

You suddenly noticed his weird mannerisms. He was hiding his arm behind his back, and the cage wasn't easily visible either. His expression didn't help him much anyway, since he looked like he just bit into a lemon.

"Luchino, could you show me the reptile again?" You mumbled, waiting for the response. You wanted to bait out as much information as possible.

The man just sighed and sat down next to you.

"Well, here's the thing."

He placed the cage on the desk. It was empty, and the lock was hanging loose on the side.

"How? Where? Did you lose it?"

"In a way, yes. I decided to go out with the little fellow, you know, to see how he reacts to the habitat and to see what exactly he eats, but when I let him out of the cage and went to set up the sample bags, he..."

He then showed you the arm he has been hiding since he entered. The pale skin of his wrist has been penetrated by the animal's fangs, leaving a sickly green color around the wound.

"Oh god, are you okay? Is it venomous? I may have a bottle of antidote laying around somewhere.." you mumbled as you grabbed his wrist to get a closer look. You traced your fingers over it, causing the man to shiver.

"I doubt so. I... actually never got bit by a snake or any reptile since I was always cautious around them, but it seems like I was too carefree this time..."

"The animal escaped, right?"

"Yep. Ran away right after the bite. Guess we can forget about being at an advantage."

Damn it! The chance you two had slipped right out of your hands. "Ugh. Well, it seems like we'll have to resort to basic research." You knew it was too good to be true. While rummaging through your medicine kit, you found some bandages, and gently wrapped them around Luchino's wrist.

"Here. It's all I have. At this point you can just pray that it's not venomous"

"Thank you."

You stood up, heading towards the cupboard where you stored various serums and other concoctions. Some bottles spilled over and created a sticky, intoxicating mixture that was pouring down the wooden door of the cupboard.

Your partner drummed the desk with his fingers, seemingly lost in thought.

"Did you know that he didn't have fangs when I first got him?"

The question snapped you out of your little chore.

"What?"

"The animal grew fangs today in the morning. I had no idea how, since yesterday he barely had them."

"Well, they weren't lying when they said that it's a very interesting specimen.."

"Truly. A wonder of evolution, if you will..."

three days later

If you could go back, you'd probably bite your tongue over what you thought about Luchino. Looking back at it, you were a bit ashamed of it... especially considering he hasn't been around recently. It was incredibly lonely, to say the least. He woke up before you, and arrived back to the shack when you were already long asleep. He didn't eat, didn't talk to you, yet you always woke up with a cup of coffee on the table and your desk tidied up for work.

However, you thought of a plan. You knew he'd probably hate your guts for it, and that taking in that much caffeine would probably keep you awake for the following 3 days, but your curiosity was stronger than your morals. What could he possibly be doing?

You were on your sixth cup of coffee, your heart beating like crazy while you were curled up in your bed, waiting for Luchino to arrive.

Almost as if you manifested him, he appeared, gently locking the door after entering. The lantern sitting near the door wasn't enough to fully illuminate his slender figure. He slowly went into the working room, sitting by the desk and slowly shutting the door. You waited for some time before getting up.

Since the keyhole was stuffed with cotton, you pressed your ear against the rotting wooden door, trying to make out the words he mumbled.

"Scales...Need...More venom...Experimental...."

It was a horrible idea, really, but you slowly opened the door a bit, praying to whatever gods out there that it doesn't creak.

You had to look twice to reassure yourself that yes, you're indeed seeing what you think you are - parts of Luchino's skin were covered in tough, green scales, his shirt torn in the front to reveal his bare, scale-covered chest. He wore an eyepatch above his eye, but you could make out some green blotches hiding behind it. The syringe he was holding was full of green liquid with honey-like consistency. You gulped watching him precisely aim the vein with the needle, injecting the thick mixture into his bloodstream. The eye bags under his eyes were not something easily ignored, but they definetly didn't take away the smug grin he had on his face. His disheveled, tired appearance and the way he maneuvered with the syringe made him look like some lunatic.

"Luchino...?"

Your whisper was enough to kick him out of his trance, his eyes opening wide upon seeing you.

"___! What..are you doing here? Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"I propose a better question - What the hell is happening to you?" You approached him and tapped the exposed scales, the rough surface scratching your fingertips.

He only chuckled in response.

"Well, my dear ___, we might be reptile-less, but now, we have something much better...", he said as he victoriously raised his scaled arm, showing it off. You also saw black claws replacing his nails, making his hands look predator-like.

"And by that you mean?"

"We have me."

"I... still have no idea what's going on."

He propped himself up and put his legs on the table. "Well, after the bite, I managed to suck out most of the venom", he spoke as he spinned the syringe between his fingers as if it was a majorette's baton, "but I noticed some very...interesting side effects from the bite, such as those scales you see on my body right now. This might be the best thing to happen - as much as I was concerned at first, this is a miracle! Using me as a test subject, we could potentionally evolve the human race to have bulletproof skin or something!" He didn't seem to care about your concerned expression. This all seemed so insane, so inhuman that you started shaking and couldn't withold yourself anymore.

"Do you even hear yourself when you speak? You're batshit insane, Luchino! This transformation you're enduring is nothing natural, in fact, I'm 100% sure it was caused by some form of witchcraft! I know it's inevitable but please! Stop making the problem even bigger!" You unleashed your anger upon him, waving your hands around as you felt your face heat up. Luchino looked at you unphased as he waved the injection around.

"You're making such a big deal out of all this, amore. I know you are concerned, but please, trust me on this one. I might look different, but I'm the same old Luchino, trust me." He said with a soft voice, you could even say he said it mockingly. As he glared at you he carelessly aimed the needle at his vein yet again without even looking, the liquid pulsing as he pushed the plunger. You felt nauseous just looking at him parade with the venomous substance, let alone injecting it.

"God, you have always been so stubborn... ugh, okay, fine, I'll let you be, but stop with the fucking pet names, damn! Where did you even get those from..." He just smiled at your little angry fit.

a week later

It was about time you two presented your work - you luckily managed to stop Luchino from handing in the notes he made about the changes on his body though. The university decided to hold a small banquet in order to celebrate the successful researches.

Luchino sat beside you by the dining table, your concealer hiding the scaly skin, and bandages covering what the concealer couldn't. He was visibly nervous, and to be honest, you weren't really calm either. You could see him discreetly pull out the syringe again from under the table.

"Put it down! At least wait until the banquet ends", you hissed at him as you smacked his hand. "Okay, jeez, it's not like anyone would notice..." he groaned as he put it back in his pocket.

Suddenly he stood up. "I'm going to go outside, I desperately need some fresh air", he mumbled to himself. You tagged along with him.

He picked up the syringe yet again and injected it, his nervousness seemingly disappearing as he sighed out of relaxation. You zoned out, staring at the rain that soaked the nearby park and washing all the vibrant colors off for a short while.

"I also wanted to thank you for your work", he suddenly murmured, "sorry for getting preoccupied with my own research. That was selfish of me."

Your glared at him, suddenly mellowing out - from your two years of knowing him, one thing you were sure about was that he wasn't the type to shower everyone with praise.

"Oh... you're welcome", you stumbled over your own words, stuttering as you felt your face turn red, "...but I mean, you provided me with coffee everyday, and tidied up my desk and everything, so I mean, all those succesful researches were also thanks to your care-"

"That's nothing compared to your work, compagno" he grinned as he stood up straight. "I knew you were the right one."

"Wait, what?

"Oh, you don't know how the headmaster set up the research teams?"

"No??"

"Oh well. Basically, I was the one who asked him to pair me with you."

"What?!"

You were red in the face, staring at him. He just curiously tilted his head.

"But... why?"

"I wanted to use the time we'd have during our research to bond with you. I admire your work a lot, even though we constantly bicker. Sadly, the situation was unexpected, as you know. Sorry for being so selfish."

He took one step further, and now he was standing right in front of you. You never really noticed the height difference between you two, but god, was it prominent now that you looked at it.

"I... really like you, ___."

His hand gently grabbed your cheek, carressing it. His claws slowly scratched your face, but it didn't matter.

"Woah... did it hurt your dignity to finally admit this?"

"Oh god, shut up."

You laughed.

"The feeling is mutual, Luchino."

He bit his lip.

"So, does that mean that I can...?"

"Go ahead."

He gently tilted your head with his cold hand, softly pressing his lips against yours.

The warmth of his lips was everything to you. No matter his scales, his claws, low body temperature and all the inhuman traits now present, the hot sensation that unfolded once he kissed you reminded you of how human he was. You lost yourself in the moment, slowly reaching for his hair and playing with it as he put his other hand on your back.

"I love you too, Luchino."

two weeks later

Perhaps this was the happiest you've ever felt in a long time - your relationship with Luchino was blossoming, and your chemistry improving with every second you two spent together. The usual bickering also wasn't as common - who would have thought?

It was almost midnight, and you were patiently waiting in front of your beloved's door. He said he'd pick you up in a minute, but it has been over half an hour without a trace of him - you started biting your nails out of anxiety, contemplating if you should enter his home. You didn't know if he lived with anyone, either.

"Luchi?" You quietly called him, knowing that it was in vain. You picked up the courage to knock one, two times, and the third time was seemingly a charm.

"Amore, I... please, go home. I'm sorry. I think we should put off our date for now." His voice sounded strained, almost like he was in great pain. You didn't let it slip, knowing something was up.

"Stay put. Is everything okay?" you mumbled as you decided to push the door. It was unlocked, and all lights in the house have been turned off. Everything was veiled by darkness, except the pale blue moonlight illuminating the corners through the open windows.

You anxiously stepped in, the floorboards creaking with every step you made. The volume of his voice indicated that he was in his workroom, in the corner of it. Suddenly, you heard a loud crack coming from beneath your feet.

"Scales?"

You were right. A thin silk-like fold of shedded skin was lying on the floor. The moonlight beam shining on it made it glisten like a polished diamond. As you glanced at the skin, you noticed more of it laying around the floor, all seemingly leading to Luchino. This wasn't good.

You cautiously continued walking, avoiding the scales dragged around the house. Finally, you found yourself in front of your partner's door. His muted groans behind the door worried you even more.

You gently opened the door, not prepared for the sight.

He was laying on the floor, his body seemingly semi-paralyzed as his shaky arm covered his face.

"Tesoro, please, stay away before I hurt you, please, for your own safety..."

You slowly approached him, gently moving the arm away from his face.

He had a painful grimace on his face, his head shaking as his other eye turned into a reptile's, the tough scales tightening the surrounding flesh. He pushed himself away from you with his hand. Droplets of cold sweat poured down from his forehead to his chin.

"You... shouldn't see me like this. Go away, please, leave me!" His cries were interrupted by another layer of scales growing out of his body. You could hear him whimper as blood started staining his shirt.

You wanted to run, wanted to help him, but you couldn't. You froze, your legs paralyzing and your jaw dropping. You could only watch him cry in agony as he squirmed with each transformation. He was helpless, and there was nothing that you could do for him.

"Luchino?" You finally mustered out a word, waking up from your frozen state.

It was funny, and you knew it. The creature standing in front of you was no longer the Luchino you knew. Its eyes were deprived of your beloved's usual curiousity - instead, all you could see was bloodlust. The lizard-like monster hissed, slowly approaching you. You tried to run, escape to save your life - but it was faster than you. His hand gripped your waist, the claws stabbing into your skin and drawing blood, making you scream. There was no escape.

You tried to squirm from the tight grip he held you in - you even tried to bite him. All your attempts to escape were interrupted by a rusted blade stabbing into your abdomen, paralyzing you. Trying to speak through the sea of blood building up in your mouth, aching and writhing while the pain was becoming unbearable, you let out your pathetic last words:

"Please...let me die a painless death."

#identity v #idv #idv fanfic #idv headcanons #idv imagines #identity v headcanons #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v x you #idv scenarios #idv luchino #idv professor #identity v luchino #identity v professor #luchino diruse #luchino x reader

79 notes · View notes