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undermattsun-archive · 3 years

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(skate rat) kawanishi taichi x fem!reader | w.c 3.5k

a/n: SURPRISE it’s a sequel to mouth <3 my original skate rat sin i suppose, and also like my first real fic/drab for the fandom. god bless. as always thank u to @bakatenshii + @sugardaddykenma for putting up with me ranting about this fic (and also putting up with me since mouth)

big big thanku to #1 wife @pomsuki for reading this for me and yelling at me to finish this damn thing <3

18+ university age | pls read ALL warnings

warnings: drugs, public sex, dub/noncon exhibitionism, degredation, humiliation, dubcon, blood, slight injury (it’s a bloody nose), toxic behavior, misogynistic energy? vibes? you’ll know when u see it honestly

reading mouth isn’t necessary but it is appreciated! and pls check out melt + nightingale syndrome for they exist in the same skate rat universe (+ they’re delicious fics) also the people who wrote em r BIG SEXY

There were more than enough reasons to quit Kunimi Akira. He never texts back, he doesn’t go to class, he’s fucked a few of your friends and he couldn’t commit if you paid him. He was simply a waste of time, it was like every second spent with him was another mark ticked off a test, a percentile lowering on your next paper.

But chucking Kunimi would be like trying to sort grains of rice, difficult and damn near impossible. He always knew how to draw you back in and he enjoyed the mind games a lot more than his bored expression would let on.

Despite the impossibility of quitting him you had to at least try, so you swore up and down that hooking up with him at Oikawa’s party some odd months ago was truly the last of it, that you were done with him and all of his irritating skate rat friends.

Which begs the question of how you ended up at the little concrete amphitheater on campus, sandwiched between Hanamaki and Matsukawa on one of the steps, a blunt being passed between the two of them without so much as a second glance towards you.

“Say, when’s the last time you and Kunimi had fun?” Makki’s grin is nothing short of lascivious, a slimy feeling weighs on your tongue as you shrug off a shudder.

“Say, was that ever any of your business?” You retort, snatching the blunt from his lips bringing it to your own and inhaling deeply, revelling at the warmth creeping down your throat and filling your chest.

“Quit it Makki, she’s not gonna fuck you. Kunimi got her ‘round his little finger,” Mattsun coos, taking back the blunt, “besides, heard she’s a fuckin ice queen in the sack. Boooring.”

A sharp inhale keeps you grounded, the sound of Iwaizumi’s board slamming back down onto the pavement reminding you where you are, who you’re with. You’re not going to fall for Mattsun’s little games too.

“Tch.” Daggers prick at your lips, but you bite your tongue knowing that fueling the fire will earn you nothing but a headache. It’s not like you’re waiting for anything, or anyone, stealing a few more hits and leaving would be the best option.

“Oh? Nothing to say? But I heard your mouth was your only redeeming quality.” You focus your gaze on Iwaizumi telling Oikawa to stay out of his way, trying not to let your growing discomfort scare you away. The stubborn refusal of letting Mattsun’s words win only letting a dull ache grow at the base of your skull, prickling further when he and Makki let out low mocking laughs.

“Hey fucknuts!” Your head whips over to see a blur of crimson race by, followed gradually by a few other familiar faces you’ve seen around at parties and on campus.

“God, not these assholes.” Makki laughs as Oikawa makes faces at one of the newcomers. Your eyes drag across the unfolding scene as the number of rowdy idiots grows. You swallow hard, knowing that staying any longer would only cause your headache to further bloom.

“That’s my cue to leave.” You sigh, it’s not like you were waiting for Kunimi in the first place. You weren’t. You were just...killing time.

“Leaving?” Your head tips back to look up at the source of the question, Kawanishi Taichi, of course.

“Yeah, dunno why I’m here in the first place.” You brush off his quirked brow and shove Mattsun hard with your shoulder as you stand up. With a curt nod, you smooth a hand over your jeans, turning on your heel to brush past Kawanishi, ignoring the low whistle that falls from his lips. You make it a good distance down the walkway before the sound of crunching footsteps behind you prickles at your ears as you ready yourself to tell whoever it is to get lost.

“Want a ride?” You let out a huff as you look over your shoulder to see Kawanishi standing so nonchalantly, hands tucked into his pockets as he chews on a toothpick.

“Shouldn’t you be skating around with your little boyfriends?” The comment slips out, followed by your tongue sliding over your bottom lip as if it’ll soften the sharpness of your tone.

“Nah, just droppin 'em off,” his eyes rake up and down your figure as you turn to face him, “where’s yours?”

“My what?”

“Your little boyfriend. You were waiting there like a lost puppy for him.” A protest rises in your chest, curbing it when you see a flash of something akin to flirtatious teasing in his normally passive eyes.

“I... I don’t have one.” The words are slathered in honey, punctuated with a flutter of your lashes as Kawanishi takes another step forward.

If Kunimi likes playing all those stupid games, why not play a few of your own?

“Is that so?” His head tilts slightly, you feign shyness, fiddling with the hem of your shirt as you smile sweetly at him, confirming your statement with a nod of your head. “My car’s just over in the parking lot.” He tips his head in the direction of the closest lot, before turning to start walking. Without hesitation you easily fall into step beside him, trying to dampen your rising nerves.

Despite the dumb little hookups peppering your dating history, you had only gone so far with most of them, Kunimi being one of the few —and the only one you crawled back to— that you had made the unfortunate pleasure of going all the way with. You keep pushing away at the thoughts of inexperience as Kawanishi approaches an old, beat up, black Corolla, the paint flaking off with dings and dents littering across the body, the impeccably shiny rims on the wheels making you snort.

It was a rather famous car across campus, seeing it around with stupid skate rats crammed in there with the windows fogged with smoke was an almost daily occurrence, especially highlighted by how it’s tied to one too many stories of girls having varying encounters with Kawanishi –and sometimes one of his friends– in said car.

“Wanna smoke or skip to the real fun?” He never minced any words, always up front or just completely skipping out on the conversation. It always made him the best project partner in the odd classes you’ve shared over your uni years.

“I don’t like waiting.” The fuzziness nipping at your spine from the few hits you took earlier were just enough, not wanting to dull your senses completely during this encounter. The bluntness of your answer causes a smirk to play at Kawanishi’s lips as he opens the door to the back.

“Well then, ladies first.” He gestures to the gray cloth seats, you make a point to ignore the questionable stains littered across it as you slide in, trying to focus instead on figuring out the heady scent permeating through the car. Cheap cologne, cigarettes, weed and maybe stale beer, and something that was distinctly him.

Your eyes are drawn to a stain on the roof that looks oddly similar to an eagle, the thought unfinished as Kawanishi practically dives in after you. The sound of the door slamming preempting hands roaming over your body and lips moving against your neck.

“Kawa-”

“Just Taichi.” He clips as he works the buttons of your jeans, a coarse hand working against your spine as he unhooks your bra.

“Eager much?” You laugh as he pushes at your shirt and bra exposing pert nipples to cool air, simultaneously managing to work your jeans past your hips and down your thighs.

“You said no waiting.” With a chaste kiss to your lips he’s maneuvering you onto your stomach, raising your hips in the air, face shoved halfway between the seat and door. You let out a huff as your hand braces itself against the door, while the other on the seat below you, trying to find some semblance of comfort in the cramped setting.

“Mhm.” It’s the best reply you can manage as he grinds his clothed cock against the cleft of your ass, already hard. You can only imagine how many women he’s had in this situation to award all six feet and three inches of himself the ability to move so successfully around in the cramped backseat.

Nimble and worn fingers circle around your hip, dipping down to tease at dampening lace, eliciting a soft moan from you. You push back against him, delighting in the soft grunt he lets out as he curls himself over you to scrape his teeth over your nape. His fingers continue to run up and down against your clothed cunt, pressing at the growing slick spot marking your wanting hole.

“Excited huh?” He mumbles as he skims his tongue against the shell of your ear, you manage a low hum in reply as he slides his hands back up, tugging down the flimsy piece of clothing, exposing your needy cunt to hungry eyes. He wastes no time pressing his fingers against your twitching hole, causing you to wiggle your hips just enough to earn a low chuckle and send the message of just how much you want him, need him.

Without any further hesitation he slips in a finger, your back arching with the realization his fingers are longer than Kunimi’s, chest burning at the fact you could even think of another man in this situation. As if he can sense your wandering thoughts Taichi works in another finger, another following quickly after. There’s no urgency in his movements, each twist and thrust of his fingers methodical, curling in just the right way, making sure to brush his thumb over your throbbing clit to send a stinging pleasure up your spine.

You can’t deny the way he’s taking you apart so sweetly, the tightening deep in your belly achingly sweet, as he starts to thrust his fingers even deeper, tiny gasps and whines starting to grow louder and louder as you careen towards bliss. With a particularly rough curl of his fingers you feel yourself come undone completely, punctuated by a shameless moan.

The sound of knuckles tapping against the fogged glass pulls you out of your blissful haze, still acutely aware of the way Taichi has his fingers lazily twisting inside of you.

“It’s open.” He tugs you back by the hips slightly as he retracts his fingers painfully slow, listening as he unzips his jeans. Your heart races as the passenger door opens, shifting uncomfortably to try to catch a glimpse of who’s slid into the car.

“Oh, so that’s where you went, Mattsun said you were hanging around.” Your blood runs cold, your state of undress tightening your chest as you become painfully aware of the situation you’re in. The passive tone of Kunimi’s voice nips at your skin, tears away at the search of mindless fun that you had tried to pursue with Taichi, filling your chest with raw embarrassment.

“What do you want?” The tear of a wrapper following the question, whatever protest you had silenced by a hand coming down to grip harshly at your ass.

“You have my grinder.” Kunimi slips into the passenger seat, the sound of the glove box popping open making your eyes squeeze shut.

“Yeah well close the door at least.” Your eyes widen at Taichi’s statement, you didn’t want Kunimi to just close the door, you wanted him to leave.

“Whatever. Can I smoke in here?” It doesn’t sound like much of a question, more of a declaration with the ‘can’ and the question mark tacked on for decoration.

“I don’t care, do you?” You crane your head just enough to catch the blasé expression on Taichi’s face, a quirked brow directed more at your ass than you.

“Yeah sweetheart, care if I’m in here while you’re whoring yourself out?” Kunimi scoffs, the irritated tinge to his bored tone making you furrow your brows.

“Oh fuck you.” You start to rise on your elbows, only for Taichi’s hand to land between your shoulder blades, keeping you from moving any further. You let out a huff as Kunimi clicks his tongue in feigned disappointment.

“Sorry babe, it’s me who’s fucking you this time around, maybe Kunimi can get the next round.” Before you can even bother with a retort, Taichi drags the head of his cock against slick folds, teasing at your entrance. You let your head hang down, the click of a lighter grating on your nerves more than you would like to admit.

“Please, fuck me, I want it so bad.” The whininess of your voice annoys even you, but if Kunimi wants to stick around and get on your nerves, then two could play that game.

“Since you asked so nicely.” Just like before he slides in slowly, carefully, as if to make you memorize what each inch of him feels like splitting you apart so sweetly.

“Shit.” You exhale shakily as you try to adjust to him, it had been months since you last fucked anyone, since you last fucked the asshole sitting passenger.

He sets a leisurely pace, steady and infuriating. There’s a hand clamped down on your hip, fingers digging in painfully to keep you in place, to establish that he’s the one calling all the shots. You huff, still trying to buck your hips to meet his thrusts. There’s something in his actions that makes you feel greedy, desperate for so much more than he’s offering.

There’s no way around it, you’re completely at his mercy, left taking the shallow, slow thrusts that only makes the desperate ache deep in your cunt grow.

“Hook a finger or two in her mouth.” There’s a pause in Taichi’s motions, letting you finally take a deep breath of the thick weed laced air. “Don’t look at me funny, do it and see what happens.”

You hear a non-committal hum as those devilishly nimble fingers skim past your jaw, a whimper preceding his index pushing past your lips with a harsh tug at the corner of your mouth, the painful stretch of your cheek causing you to clench down on his length.

“Oh? You were right.”

“She’s already broken in,” Kunimi takes a long drag of the joint hanging in his fingers, “no point in holding back.”

It’s as if a flip is switched in Taichi, the statement becoming an immediate challenge as he hooks in another finger beside the other, yanking harshly as the snap of his hips becomes almost painful. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the car, swirling with the heady smoke defiling the air.

“W-Wait Taichi.” The words are garbled around his fingers, and you’re quickly dismissed as he snakes around his other hand to hook his middle and index on the other corner of your mouth, the stretch in your lips burning as he shifts from the quick paced thrusts to deep, hard strokes.

His only reply is to tug harshly on your mouth as pathetic whines and distored words spill from you.

You can feel yourself start to shake almost violently, still reeling from your earlier orgasm and suffering at the hands of Taichi’s now vicious pace. Each thrust pushing you into madness, each tug of his fingers bringing you back.

“Fuck, fuck.” He curls over you again, sloppily running his tongue up your nape. “You wanna cum?”

“Mhmm,” you yelp at a particularly rough slam of his hips, “please.”

He grunts, moving a hand to grip at the back of your head while keeping his other hand planted on your hip, fingers biting into your hip. There’s no warning as he grinds into you, the hold on your hip finally relenting as he slides his digits back down to pinch at your throbbing clit, the bit of pressure sending you careening over the edge.

“T-Taichi.” Pleasure wracks through your body, your legs tremble violently as you try to move your hand on the door, shoulder aching from holding yourself in place. The second your hand moves, you give into the force of Taichi’s hand on the back of your head, forcing you to slam face first into the door, the impact making your nose sting, blood immediately starting to gush, running down your face and chin.

You’re not sure if he doesn’t notice or doesn’t care as he continues his assault, the once careful, methodical thrusts turning desperate and depraved as he moves with reckless abandon. His teeth drag across your shoulder, before pulling out completely.

“Don’t need this.” You grip at your nose, trying to ignore the disgusting feeling of blood seeping onto your fingers, looking over your shoulder again to see Taichi pull off the condom. You can’t even protest with the way you’re bleeding profusely, pinching at your bridge at a poor attempt of stopping the bleeding.

“Stay still.” In one swift movement he’s plunging back into you, bottoming out immediately, a muffled yell falls from your lips, arching your back as he drives into you with just a few more hard thrusts you feel his seed spill inside you.

For a moment you two stay suspended, the head of his cock nudging against your cervix, making you groan in a twisted sense of pleasure of pain. He pulls out painfully slow, delivering another harsh slap your ass as he sits back.

“Oh, sorry ‘bout your nose.” He helps you flip onto your back, swiping his thumb over the blood trickling onto your lip before shucking off his t-shirt and handing it to you. “Don’t have any tissues.”

“So who’d you like playing fuck toy for better?” For a split second, somewhere between the back breaking orgasm and your nose being slammed into the door, you had blissfully forgotten that Kunimi was still in the car, but now that perfect illusion just had to be shattered.

“Must you be such a dick all the time?” You manage to pull your jeans back up, hissing at the stinging pain in your hips and lower back, ignoring the lewd feeling of Taichi’s cum starting to leak from your abused cunt.

Beside you Taichi manages to tuck himself back into his pants, reaching under the driver's seat to yank out a hoodie reeking of weed and cigarettes.

“Maybe you two should just get together already.” Taichi lets out a low chuckle as he pulls on the hoodie, getting out of the backseat, slamming the door hard before throwing the driver’s door open. You don’t even bother trying to hook your bra back on as you pull your shirt down, letting yourself slump back down and lay across the backseat as you reach up to check if your nose is still bleeding.

“Like hell.” Kunimi twists around in the passenger seat, looking down at you with an amused smirk, offering the freshly rolled joint to you. “You look like shit. I said she was broken in, not to break her more.” He only gets a wry laugh from Taichi as he starts the car.

“Thanks, right back at you.” You sit up just enough, looking at Kunimi expectantly. He shakes his head before twisting the joint in his fingers and placing it between your lips, producing the lighter. Just as he’s about to hand it to you he brings his hand back a bit, grabbing your jaw with his other as he lights the joint. He picks up Taichi’s bloodied shirt, pouring water from a twisted plastic bottle onto it before passing it back to you.

“Cute, blew her back out and you’re doting on her.” You watch as Kunimi moves to sit back in his seat, not even bothering to spare you a second glance as he shrugs. You dab away at the drying blood on your face, ignoring a few of the splotches that landed on the joint.

“Guess I play favorites, drop us off at my place.”

“Us?” You exhale after a long drag, narrowing your eyes at the back of Kunimi’s head as Taichi pulls out of the parking spot.

“What do I even get out of doing that?” You can’t help but nod in agreement of Taichi’s statement, feeling yourself growing annoyed at the way they seem to ignore your entire presence.

“You can fuck her again.” Kunimi offers and you almost drop the joint as your jaw falls open at the absolute nerve of the man.

“Excuse me? I’m right here?” The way that neither of them even flinch at your statement, let alone acknowledge it makes you slump back into the seat, begrudgingly accepting the fact whatever you say isn’t worth shit to either of them.

“Hm.” It doesn’t sound like he’s actually considering the offer, but the quick look over his shoulder as he turns out of the parking lot sends a chill down your spine and your stomach to twist.

“Believe it or not, her mouth’s her one redeeming quality.” The two of them snicker, like two old pals sharing an inside joke.

“Shut the fuck up.” You’re brushed off once again as they toss back a few more comments before Taichi stops at a red light, looking over at Kunimi, then back at you and finally back towards the road.

“Yeah alright.”

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just-pretend-i-can-write · 7 years

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A day in the life...

Alex Summers x Reader (romantic)

Summary: Alex brings Scott to the mansion and you are able to spend a few days with him (During apocalypse)

Warnings: Um swearing, very very slight mention of sex, death

Others: Reader can manipulate plants, she is a teacher at the school.

Word count: 3282

You sat at your desk between classes, trying to grade the test you had given out the other day, but it was hard to focus. Alex had called and said he was coming to the school. He usually never gave a heads up on his visits so you were anxious to see what this was about. You heard the faint crunch of gravel and took a glance out the window to see Alex’s car pull to a stop outside. Suddenly you were a teenager again, you jumped up completely abandoning your work and raced to meet Alex in the main hall.

He was leading his little brother, Scott, down the three stairs down from the foyer to the hall by the neck -- the kid in question had gauze around his eyes acting as a blindfold and was commenting on the school, “Smells pretty old in here,” He muttered in a bored voice as he stepped onto the first step, “Is this a school or a museum?”

“One more,” Alex was looking down, he hadn’t noticed you waiting for them at the base of the stair, making sure Scott didn’t trip. It had been a few years since you had seen Scott, but the kid looked the same, so much like Alex yet completely different, “And last one.” The boys settled on the floor, “There you go.” Alex’s head moved up and his eyes scanned the room, smiling when they landed on you, “I’ll be right back.” He told his brother. He began to walk away from Scott before stopping -- his hand still on the younger Summers’s neck, “Don’t move.” Alex ordered.

He released his hand from Scott’s neck, dropped the duffel bag he was carrying, and walked over to you, picking you up to kiss you without stooping, “Hey doll,” He whispered into your lips.

“You’re hair gets longer every time I see you,” You laughed and he set you down, “when are you going to cut it?”

“Never,” He smirked at me, wrapping his arms tighter around you waist. His eyes were lit with playfulness, “‘cause I know how much it bugs you.” You placed your hands on the thin blue material of his shirt and hummed. you hugged him and put your head on his chest.

“Why’s Scott here?” You asked as you watched the younger Summers turn his head around at the slightest noise, “And why is he blind folded? And follow up to that, will I get to see him run into a wall?” you looked up at Alex with wide eyes and he kissed your forehead. You weren’t going to get over the fact of how… suburban he looked from when you first met him. He went from leather jackets, jeans, and dark T-shirts to khakis, dress shirts, and beige canvas jacket, sunglasses pushing the bangs out of his eyes. His brother looked more like he did when Alex was younger, the drab olive jacket and blue shirt with red and white stripes in the middle, and ripped jeans.

“Scott and I are more alike than I thought. His mutation developed.” Alex explained, “They’re kinda like my plasma blasts, just through his eyes and harder to control. He almost killed a kid at his old school.”

“That kid was a dick, anyway.” Scott called over, he was shifting uncomfortably. Obviously he heard you two, maybe even knew that you had been kissing. You laughed and dragged Alex back to his brother. When we stopped Alex wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your head.

“Hi, Scott.” You chirped at the boy, pushing Alex back with your elbow.

“[Y/N],” He greeted me with a nod. You sighed and pulled the kid into a hug, he probably thought he was too cool to hug you, but you didn’t care. He begrudgingly patted your back and you pulled away, “I guess you’re one of my new teachers,” He said and stuck his arms in his pockets.

“Yep,” You nodded, despite him not being able to see you.

“Does this mean you’ll go easy on me? You know, since you’re sleeping with my brother?” He attempted to gesture to Alex but was off a bit.

“Scott!” Alex snapped at him, his face burning almost as much as yours, “That was uncalled for.”

“Just a question,” He shrugged. Alex pushed on his neck again.

“Let’s go, dufus.” He muttered and pushed him forwards. You followed near them, your hand wrapped in Alex’s free one. As they were walking Scott ran into Ms. Grey, who was carrying supplies she needed for her next class, trigonometry, you were sure of it.

“Oh,” Scott let out as they collided. Jean’s books went flying, and the young redhead held out her hands, stopping their descent and pulling them back towards her, they landed in a neat pile in her hands. She gave Scott a disdainful look, and pulled her things close to her.

Scott pointed up at the blindfold, “I can’t,” he pointed out, in a tone you couldn’t quite place, he was talking to no one.

Alex knitted his eyebrows together and looked at Scott, “What?” He sounded worried, “Who’re you talking to?” You laughed and looked at Jean, urging her to use her words and not her mind.

The younger woman sighed, “Me.” She said aloud. Alex gave her a look, not quite a glare, but close enough to one that you smacked his arm. He gave you a look of surprise but trained it back on Jean.

Scott’s head leaned forward a bit, “I just heard your voice in my head,” He sounded astonished.

Jean scoffed, “I’m telepathic, I read minds,” She explained in her normal know-it-all tone.

Scott was looking forward, not at her -- which you had to fight a fit of giggles watching, “Well stay out of mine.” He said defiantly, “I don’t need some weird girl creeping around in there.”

Jean’s eye flickered to the ground. You knew why, she was always called weird, even among mutants. You smiled at her to tell her that Scott didn’t mean anything by the statement, “Don’t worry, Scott. There’s not much to see,” She shot back at the kid, she turned around and began to stalk off, rolling her eyes.

“Hey, wait. I didn’t tell you my name.” Scott called to her.

“No,” She snapped back at him, “you didn’t.”

“Ah, young love.” You mumbled in an airy tone, drawing a laugh from Alex and he turned to kiss your forehead. He was drawn away by a voice coming from the stairs.

“Alex Summers?” Hank asked as he made his way into the hall. He wore a brown blazer over a gray collared shirt. The man smiled at Alex.

“Hank McCoy!” Alex drug out the scientist's last name and shook his hand, “Woah! What happened to big, blue, furry you?” He seemed startled and gestured to the all of Hank.

“Ah,” Hank looked uncomfortable, looking at the wall now, “I keep him under control now.” He looked back at Alex nodding.

“That’s right, last time you were here Hank didn’t have his meds.” You hummed and leaned against Alex.

“Meds?” Alex looked at Hank with a puzzled look.

“It’s, uh, it’s how I keep him under control.” Hank rubbed the back of his neck.

“Ah, okay,” Alex nodded, back to chuckling until he remembered the kid standing next to him, “Oh, right, this is my brother, Scott,” he clapped the kid on the back.

“Hey, Scott,” McCoy greeted, shifting his weight, “I’m Hank McCoy, one of the teachers here.” Scott nodded not saying anything.

Alex sighed at his brother’s rudeness, “Where’s the professor?”

“He’s in a class rightnow, speaking of,” You checked your watch and looked at Alex apologetically, “I have to get to the chem lab before someone starts a fire.” You turned and threw your arms around his neck, giving him a long passionate kiss, “You better stay for a couple days, sir.” You whispered to him and he placed his lips back on yours.

“You guys are necking, aren’t you?” Scott asked in a disgusted voice.

Alex rested his forehead on you and laughed at his brother, “Just because you haven’t done it, doesn’t mean you can call it gross, bro.” You laughed too.

“Meet me for lunch, Alex. And we can catch up.” You pecked his nose and walked off.

“How’s Scott settling in?” You asked picking up a carrot. Alex was leaning against a tree and you against him. His hands were wrapped tight against your waist. You felt his chest bounce as he laughed.

“Well, if you call destroying the professor's favorite tree settling it, and carving a divot in the ground by the lake? Then yes, he’s settled in great!” Alex leaned his head against the trunk of the tree, “I feel so bad for the kid. When I got my mutation, I was terrified since I couldn’t control it, but I still had a bit of control, just a bit. Him, if he opens his eyes without the glasses -- these special ruby quartz ones that make him look like more of a douche than usual--”

“You know, you have a fabulous relationship with your brother.” You hummed and nuzzled your nose into the crook of his neck, just drinking in the sent of him.

He laughed, “Yeah, I know. But if he opens his eyes without the shades on, he can’t control it. Those beams go haywire.”

You shook your head and sat up, “It took you a while to learn to control yours, yes, and now it is no trouble for you. You choose to use it, and you can control it.” You turned so You were staring into his eyes, “He’ll be fine. There are so many people here that can help him…” You paused for a moment, “If you would stick around for more than a few months at a time… you could help him.” You really wanted him to stay around for you, but you knew you had a better chance of him staying for Scott.

“Well, if I stayed, I think we’d both be a little too… preoccupied to get much done.” He set his forehead on yours, giving me a lopsided smile.

“Alex,” You shrieked and pushed up and away from him, your face red, “you are a dog, sir. You know that, don’t you?”

“Hey, you know you love it.” He smirked and slid his sunglasses over his eyes, “You really want me to stay, doll?” He asked.

“Of course,” You straightened your blouse and flatted you hair, getting ready to go off to teach the freshmen class.

“Then I will,” He promised, pushing himself up and wrapping his arms around your waist, looking down at you, “how bout that? I’ll be able to teach, and help train the students…” He started.

“And what, pray tell, will you teach? How to rebuild a motorcycle?” You laughed and put your arms around his neck, and you two stood there like that -- you on your toes to be able to reach his neck.

“Mechanics.” He said defiantly.

“There’s already someone who teaches that.” You said, “You’d know that if you talked to the others. I mean, you hide away when you’re here or you hang around the students. You don’t talk to the other teachers.”

“Well, how about a trainer for the older kids, I can handle their mutations. And I know about the chaos.” He suggested.

“Well, first you gotta make the commitment to stay.” You mumbled and pulled away from him, “I have classes from now till three, you go find some adults to talk to, you big kid.” You pushed him and started walking off across the lawn, leaving a small wake of flowers after me. That was all you were really able to do anymore, for some reason your mutation was declining, even Charles couldn’t explain it, it was just… happening.

Last class You thought to yourself. You may not be a student, but classes drained you of all energy, besides, the freshmen class never closed their mouths. You had just finished wiping off the tables when a few of the sophomores filled into the class, just before the bell. Among them was Jubilation and Scott, being lead by her. They took their seats near your desk and were quiet as the rest them filed into the room.

Once everyone was seated you stood and cleared your throat, drawing attention from the students, “Since you had a test yesterday, and I don’t have the next unit ready, you can use this time to finish homework.” You sat down after the little announcement and pulled out the stack of tests and a few red pens. You barely glanced up to see an outstretched hand.

“Yes, Ms. Lee?” You asked, folding your arms over the desk and looking at her.

“Who was that guy you were with?” She asked in her lively voice. There were a few giggles, and a groan from Scott.

“That would be Mr. Summers’s brother.” You smiled, laughed a bit.

“But you were practically making out with him,” The teenager made a face, and you laughed a little more. At that and at the fact that Scott’s face was red. You had just noticed the sunglasses on his face, and had to agree with Alex on how they affected his appearance.

“Yes, that is usually what a girl does with the man she is dating.” You answered.

“Wait, but your like fifty. Aren’t you too old to have a boyfriend? Shouldn’t you be, like, married?”

“Only thirty-nine, and no. And I will get married once a man has the guts to ask.” Hell, I’ve known Alex for twenty and have been dating him for nineteen. He should have the guts by now You said to yourself, returning your attention to your work. “But this is not a subject I should be discussing with my students.” You mumbled, “So get back to work, Ms. Lee.”

With a few hours, you were in bed with Alex. His arm wrapped around your bare skin as the both of you drifted off to sleep. At least, almost did. The house began to shake violently. You rolled over, slightly afraid and grabbed your nightgown from the floor, throwing it on and stepping out the door to see what the problem was. Charles came rolling down the hall, sending the children back to bed. He stopped at your door.

“Jean again?” You asked. The professor nodded solemnly and rolled on to the young girls dorm. When you turned back to your own room, Alex was bolt upright, his eyes wide and pupils small. He looked afraid.

“Shit,” You mumbled and walked back over to him slowly. You had only seen a few of his panic attacks, the quake must have triggered it. You sat next to him, rubbing his back, trying to calm him down. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his head in my next, you could feel him shaking. He muttered something about you being okay, like he was trying to calm you down. You just sat with him, not knowing what to do until he stopped shaking.

Alex left with Charles to run an errand. You had been busy with work the entire day anyway. You had only seen him once, and that was to say you’d see him at dinner before he left with Hank, Charles, and the two people you’d never thought would be back, Raven and Moira. You had given Raven a rather disdainful look, even after what happened in Washington, it didn’t make up for the past. You were about to go down and meet up with them, but there it was again, at the near end of the school day, a tremor. This one with more force than the one last night. There was heat coming through the floor. Before you could even take a step away from you desk I felt a rush, a sick feeling in your stomach, and then you were outside, with a few others. You stumbled back and ran into Hank, just as the mansion exploded.

You looked around the crowd. There were coughing and heaving students everywhere, everyone looked confused. Well all except for a silver clad man in the center of everything, he was breathed out a ‘wow’.

“Peter?” You asked, you hadn’t seen the silver blur in ten years. He smiled at you, a lopsided grin.

“Where, where did you…” Hank started to ask, it was a question you wanted to ask yourself but was too stunned as you scanned the crowed, looking for him.

“I was looking for the professor, I thought he lived here.” Peter looked around, grimacing. Smoke was thick in the air, and you started to cough a bit, but began to move around the crowd, Where is he? You looked back, thinking you’d missed something and saw Hank’s pitiful look. He turned it on Peter though.

“They took him.” He mumbled. All of a sudden, there was a ripple of murmurs, people turning to look at something behind you, you turned too. Raven was standing there, blue. In nothing, you might add. The children were amazed, Raven -- Mystique to them -- was a hero among mutants.

“They look up to you,” Hank explained to her, his hands on his hips. The matters of the others were out of my mind once more, the smoke was cleared and I could see better. He wasn’t there.

“Where is he?” You asked, your voice sounded hoarse, a bit desperate. But it was too quiet, no one heard you, “Where’s Alex?” You spoke up. No one paid attention. They were all focused on a car that had pulled up.

“What happened?” It was Scott. He had ran up to the crowd, looking up at the ruins of the mansion, “Where’s Alex.” People listened to him. You turned to listen, if they wouldn’t answer you, maybe they’d answer Scott, “Where’s my brother?” His voice was edged with panic that was starting to overtake him.

Peter made a face, “Pretty sure I got everyone.” People began to look around just like you had done. You, on the other hand, you dropped to the ground, your head between my legs. You were going to be sick, especially when you heard Hank.

“Alex was closest to the blast.” You looked up, you could feel yourself tear up. But you weren’t going to cry, not in front of the students.

“No,” You choked out, and everyone looked at you. Well all except Scott and Jean, they had ran off, “he can’t be dead.” You shook your head, pushing yourself to your feet, ignoring everyone but Hank as you pushed towards him.

“[Y/N], I’m sorry.” He shook his head, not meeting your eyes, “Listen, when we went down, he was talking to me. I guess he needed to tell someone, and Charles was talking with the girls. He said he was…” Hank paused, but something about your expression made him continue, slowly. So painfully slow, “He said he was going to stick around, that he was going to propose to you by the end of the week. He said he had the ring for years,” He was rushing out the words now, “he just couldn’t find the right time, and he figured, now or never.” He stopped. You were crying, silently. Hank held out his arms and you fell into him, sobbing into his shirt. The sound of the helicopter blades were thunderous, but you ignored it, you wanted to ignore everything.

There was a man shouting ‘fire’ and everything went dark.

Woohoo, longest one. It evens out to about 11 pages if you put it onto a document

#alex summers x reader #alex x reader #Alex #Alex Summers #Reader #Mutant!Reader #X reader #X-men #x-men: apocalypse #scoot summers #Jean Grey #Raven #Jubilee #X-mansion #Fanfic

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krycss · 7 years

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Photos We Made [Chapter 8]

AO3 Link: Chapter 8

Negan continued to glare at Simon.

‘He has, quite literally, the worst fucking timing.’ He thought to himself. He looked over at Lexa who was trying very hard to focus on something on the floor and was very quickly turning red. Negan tried not to laugh.

Negan sighed and pointed towards the chair in front of his desk, motioning for Simon to sit, which he did.

“Alright, what happened?” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk and folded his hands in of him.

“This is, probably best for your ears only, boss.” Simon looked back towards Lexa who was still sitting on the bed. “No offense.”

Lexa seemed to have gotten the hint and jumped off the bed rather quickly.

“Right! I’ll just, uh, get out of your hair.” She quickly ran into the bathroom and came out a minute later with her pants on and her clothes in her hands. “Good night, Ne-sir!” She added before hustling her way out of the door.

Negan just smirked before returning his gaze back to Simon, beckoning him to continue.

“Earlier today someone got a radio call from Paula. According to her, a group of about ten people attacked the satellite outpost and killed twenty-four of our guys in their sleep. She managed to capture two that were outside the outpost and brought them and, what was left of the survivors of the attack, to the slaughterhouse where she radioed in for backup. I sent over some guys to help out and assess the situation and they finally got back. Looked like by the time they arrived, she was dead along with the others.” Simon brushed his hand over his mustache.

“Negan, that’s thirty-four Saviors gone overnight.”

Negan didn’t know what to say. He was pissed. Paula was one of his top lieutenants. They were already down two since Bud and his “dick brigade” went and got blown up two months ago.

“Do we have ANY leads at all?” Negan asked.

Simon shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Honestly, no. If her backup had gotten there faster, maybe. But as is? We’ve got nothing.”

Negan leaned back in his chair. Simon was deep in thought, but then something seemed to have come to mind because his eyes lit up.

“Something you wanna share with the class?” Negan asked.

“Possibly. It’s a hunch really.” Simon leaned forward. “Hilltop shouldn’t own any heavy weaponry like the rocket launcher that was used on Bud a few months ago, and the Kingdom doesn’t operate that far out of their usual scavenging ground. If these attacks are by the same group, then it makes sense to think we might have a new player in town.”

Negan nodded slowly, taking in all the information. He hated losing men, and this was forty-one men gone in a span of two months. Whoever this group was, they’d better hope he never found them.

“Oh yeah!” Simon snapped his finger. “When Paula radioed in earlier she also mentioned that one of the guys in the attack party seemed to fit the description of the guy Dwight said he stole that motorcycle from. Apparently he seemed really happy to see the bike so, either he really loves busted up motorcycles or, he was happy to get his property back.”

Negan smiled at this new bit of info.

“Well, that shit just might help us out. Thanks for the update, Simon.” He got up and patted Simon on the shoulder before heading towards the door of his bedroom. “I’m calling it a fucking night though, so get out will ya?”

Simon got out of the chair and began making his way out of the door when Negan stopped him again.

“If you see shit-for-brains, send him up here tomorrow.” Negan said, leaning against the doorframe.

“Can do, boss.” Simon said, laughing as he walked away.

Negan shut the door, placing his forehead on the door. This wasn’t how he wanted this night to go.

///

The next day around nine in the morning, Negan heard a knock on his door.

“Come on in.” He called out from his couch.

Dwight entered the room and stood in front of the now closed door.

“I heard you wanted to see me, Negan?” He asked, obviously confused.

“Indeed I fucking did.” Negan smiled at him. “How would you like the chance to find the guy you stole that bike from a while back?”

Dwight looked very confused now.

“I don’t understand sir.”

“It’s simple, really. I want you and, let’s say, twelve men, to do some very important investigative work for me. Think you can handle that?” Negan stood up now, standing in front of Dwight.

“Someone killed a shit load of our guys last night and that cannot go unpunished. Only one problem, we don’t know where the fuck they are. However, we might have an idea on a general area.” Negan put his arm around Dwight and opened up his door. “So, you’re going to scout out the area between our satellite outpost, Hilltop, and wherever you stole that bike from, until you either find the community itself, or the people responsible for last night.”

Dwight stared at him seriously and nodded his head. “On it, sir.”

“Alright! And do remember to come back, okay Dwighty-boy?” Negan pointed at the scarred side of Dwight’s face before closing the door.

///

It was four days later when Simon re-entered Negan’s room with a report from Dwight and his crew. They had apparently found a guy roaming the roads and captured him when they came across the guy he had stolen the bike from and two chicks. He managed to kill one of the ladies but apparently they had been followed and flanked. In the end eight Saviors were killed.

This was forty-nine.

Negan told Simon to inform Dwight that he should continue scouting the area since he had to be getting close to their base of operations.

He was rewarded when the next day Simon returned with another report from Dwight. His group had captured two of the people from the day before, plus two others who also seemed to be from the same group. However, despite that good news, Simon also had more bad news. Roman, one of the various Savior ringleaders, and his men were attacked by a lady on the road. Apparently she fit the description of one of the people Paula had kidnapped. Roman informed them that two of his men were dead, and that the other two – Miles and Jiro – hadn’t reported in and should also be considered dead as well.

Negan was getting pretty fed up with this group. This was fifty-three of his men. Fifty-three Saviors gone in a little over two months. Whoever this group was, he couldn’t wait to get a hold of them.

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Two days later Dwight returned, with the four people he captured locked up in the back of a box truck. He was now sitting in Negan’s office waiting for his next orders. Before Negan could think of what to do with these new arrivals, a radio call came in from Simon.

Simon had been out dealing with an issue with a group working out of a nearby library. They had stopped going along with their end of the deal and it was time to teach them a lesson.

“Come in, Negan. This is Simon.” The radio on Negan’s hip crackled.

“Go ahead, Simon.” Negan replied. Dwight simply stood idly by the door.

“Boss, you ain’t gonna believe this. But I believe I just met the leader of this troublesome group of ours.”

Negan gripped the radio tighter.

“Are you absolutely sure about that? We need to find the right guys.”

“I’m pretty confident. Long story short, he said something along the lines of ‘I’d like to not kill any more of your men’ and we haven’t told any of the other communities that we’ve had losses, so, it’s gotta be them.”

“Good fucking work, Simon. Make sure you keep track of where they’re headed and don’t lose them. See if you can’t start up the redirect, I’ll send some guys your way.”

“Will do sir, over.” And with that there was silence in the room.

Negan quickly glanced over at Dwight who was avoiding eye contact.

“I know you just got back and all, but I’m gonna need you to head on back to the truck filled with your new friends, alright?” Negan grabbed Lucille and lead Dwight out of his room.

“Tell the rest of the Saviors to meet outside the loading bay, I’ll be down in a jiffy.” Dwight nodded in response and made his way downstairs.

Negan considered what to do next. He had an idea, but he wasn’t sure if he should go through with it. Though, it would certainly be an interesting experiment.

He made his way down the stairs to the floor below him. It had been a little over a week since he last saw her. She hadn’t come up for their usual meetings the day before. He remembered the photos and shrugged his shoulders, he did kind of piss her off. He stood in front of her door, listening for any sounds to indicate that she would be inside. He heard the faint sound of humming from the other side of the door and a smile began to form on his lips. He knocked on the door twice.

“Who is it?” Came a chipper voice on the other side.

“It’s the fucking pizza delivery boy!” Negan responded with, lifting Lucille onto her perch on his shoulder.

There was a long silence before he heard footsteps making their way towards the door. The door unlocked and opened slowly.

“Long time no see, doll.” He smiled sweetly at her. It had been too long.

Her hair was up in a rough bun, as if she had just put it up on the way to the door. She was wearing his shirt again, he noticed, with a pair of grey shorts that accentuated her legs. She simply stared at him, her expression hard to read.

“What are you doing here, Negan?” She said softly.

“I’ve got something I need you to do for me. Mind if I come in?” He was already making his way in the door before he finished his question.

Her room was drastically different than what it had originally looked like. The drab, gray walls were now painted a soft blue which lightened up the room dramatically despite not having windows. She had apparently gotten new bedding which was now a clean, white with a mix-and-match set of pillows. The rest of the furniture was the same as the original stuff, but were now painted white. He wondered how many extra shifts she was taking in order to afford all of the supplies she would need to do this. That was something he could ask her later.

“Negan?” Lexa asked from behind him.

He turned around and looked at her. She was standing uncomfortably by the door.

“I know it’s been a while but-” Negan cut her off before she could continue.

“Man, have I missed you. Almost forgot how beautiful you are.” He laughed when he saw her eyes widen.

“Negan, seriously, what are you doing here?” She said more pointedly.

“Right, straight to business. So, since you failed to come meet me yesterday for our weekly meet-n-greets.” He held up a hand to stop her from explaining. “Since you failed to meet me, you’ve been out of the loop on what’s been going on around here. In the span of a little over two months, fifty-three of my Saviors have been killed by a group that seems to have moved into the territory.”

Lexa’s eyes widened for another reason this time. “Fifty three?”

“Yup. And let me tell you, I do not let that shit slide.” He walked up to her. “Now, like I said, I have something I need you to do for me.”

She nodded at him, her expression serious. She hadn’t been here for very long but he heard things, and apparently she was well-liked by a lot of people around the Sanctuary.

He told her to get dressed and went out into the hallway to wait for her. A few minutes passed and she was leaving the room, locking the door behind her. She had changed into her black combat boots, a pair of jeans, her black sleeveless turtleneck top, and her jacket was tied around her waist. Her hair was now in a ponytail, the end reaching mid-shoulder.

“You ready?” He asked, swinging Lucille around in the hallway.

“I suppose. You still haven’t told me exactly what it is you need me to do, you know?” She looked up at him.

“Fully aware. Follow me!” He pointed towards the stairs and made his way down. He heard Lexa huff behind him.

When they finally made their way to the loading bay, there were thirty or so Saviors standing around waiting.

“Saviors! Listen up!” Negan boomed, grabbing their attention. “Now as you’ve all noticed, there is a great, big number of you fucks missing. Someone has been killing off our good men, and that ends tonight.” He walked towards the center of the group. “Group leaders, you’re going to take your guys and meet up with Simon, where you’ll be doing redirect. Is that understood?”

The various leaders all called out their yes sirs as Negan continued.

“Fan-fucking-tastic. You fucks can ask Simon where to meet him on your own. Saviors, move out!”

And with that, the group scattered into their various vehicles and made their exit. Negan spotted Dwight near the truck that held his prisoners. He motioned for him to come over.

“I’m gonna have you take Lexa here to where Simon is, alright? After that head to the playing field, with any luck this blockade shit will actually work.” Dwight nodded and headed back towards the truck door.

Negan walked back towards Lexa who was looking thoroughly confused as to what she was doing there and where to go.

“Don’t think I forgot about you.” Negan said, motioning her to follow him. “Your ride’s this way.”

She kept up behind him. “Negan, seriously, what the hell am I doing here?” He could hear the concern in her voice. “I told you, I haven’t killed in a very long time and I-I don’t know if I’m ready.”

Negan stopped and looked down at her, placing two hands on her shoulders. “Hey, don’t worry, doll. You won’t be killing anyone tonight, okay?” He said softly.

She breathed out a sigh of relief, but was still confused.

They made it to the box truck and Dwight was sitting in the driver’s seat, looking rather impatient. Negan opened the door for her and she hopped in, smiling at Dwight who just raised an eyebrow at her. Negan closed the door and leaned in close, his head inside the truck. He motioned for Lexa to bring her head down and whispered in her ear.

“Tonight, you’re going to see someone else who loves the blood rush just as much as you.” He said, his voice low. He winked at her and then slapped the side of the truck, telling Dwight to head out.

Negan saw her mouth fall open as the memory of what he had said to her the last time they saw each other dawned on her. Negan stood there grinning like a fool before heading off towards his own truck. Tonight he hoped to see that girl in the photos.

#PhotosWeMade #Negan Fic #negan x ofc

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I stop paying attention to the internet for a few weeks and of course that’s when all the fall patterns drop. Fall is typically my favorite season for new pattern releases, but I must admit that with the exception of the recent Burda release, I’m a bit disappointed across the board this year. There isn’t really anything terrible, but there also isn’t anything really exciting in the newest Vogue release either. At least, not if you weren’t waiting for the 80s revival moment that’s apparently going on this season. Regardless, I know the Vogue release is one of the most anticipated of the Big 4/1 brands, so let’s get to it:

V1597 – Anne Klein. I love the color of the jacket, and the lapels are pretty interesting, but I don’t think this is something I need to add to the collection. The trousers are pretty standard, and overall I don’t think this is unique enough to justify adding it to the collection. I think it could be a nice pattern set if you are looking for a classy fall jacket, but I have such a large backlog of Burdas that I know I could make something similar.

V1593 – Paco Peralta. The zipper is a nice feature on this dress, and the seam lines on the back are also quite flattering.

V1595 – Badgley Mischka. I know this is a simple dolman sleeve dress, but the strategic darts make it really appealing. This is one of those dress patterns I really don’t need, but also really want. I think this pattern can really be dressed up or dressed down, which would make it a really versatile wardrobe piece.

V1594 – Badgley Mischka. I’m not as excited about this dress, but I think it has more to do with the fact that we’ve all been over saturated with the fluffy sleeve trend than any actual criticisms of the dress.

V1596 – Tracy Reese. I really like the pleating detail on this top, and it looks like it would be super comfortable to wear on those days when you just aren’t feeling like dealing with restrictive clothing.

V9341 – Julio Cesar. This is one of those wearable art type jackets that isn’t really my style, but I do appreciate the classy 60s vibe I’m getting from the overall silhouette.

V1592 – Today’s Fit by Sandra Betzina. I was intrigued by the line drawing, because I think the color blocking feature and high collar looked pretty cool, but the model photo is a bit less exciting. My “coats to make” wishlist is already super long, so this is a pass for me.

V1598 – Today’s Fit by Sandra Betzina. Another pass; the trousers aren’t really anything special, and the coats aren’t too exciting either.

V9335 – The line drawings make this top look super bulky, but I do think the drape is much more appealing in the model photo. Probably still a bit too much going on for my taste, but I would be curious to see this made up by other sewing bloggers because I think it could be beautiful in a fun print.

V9328 – Vogue Easy Options Custom Fit. This dress isn’t really anything we haven’t seen before, but I still really like this pattern. Views D and E are really catching my eye, and the princess seams and custom cup sizes are a nice feature to have on a basic bodice pattern.

V9326 – Very Easy Vogue. I like the look of this coat dress, especially styled with the belt. It seems that Burda has also been featuring a lot of coat/dress dual purpose patterns in the past year or so, so this seems very on-trend.

V9325 – Very Easy Vogue. Without the bow sleeves, this is a pretty basic sheath dress, so not of much interest as I’ve already got a sizable pattern stash. It could be nice if you don’t have a decent sheath pattern though; it has decent shaping and you could have fun with the sleeves while the flounce is still in style, but have a nice, basic TNT type sheath that would be quite classic in shape for the future.

V9336 – I want to like the style lines of the jacket, but this pattern is so 80s in styling and cut I really can’t get too excited by it.

V9334 – Very Easy Vogue. The kimono jacket trend is really having a moment, and this pattern has some interesting features (the collar and the tie) if you are into that sort of a thing. Personally, I find the silhouette a bit too boxy, but it will be interesting to see if the “easy” label makes this pattern more popular.

V9338 – Vogue Easy Options. I actually think the tie sleeves on this cardigan jacket are pretty cute! I’m pretty over the whole sleeve trend, but the model photo is really selling me on the detail here, plus, once again, you’d have a really solid TNT base pattern if you got the fit down on this one.

V9331 – Vogue Easy Options. This pattern is pretty much the poster child for why I’m over the puffy sleeve trend.

V9330 – Very Easy Vogue. Once again, the line drawings aren’t doing it for me, but I’m sold by the model photo. I get a very mod chic vibe from the model, whereas I get boxy boringness from the drawings. I feel like this would be a really cute sweater for my sister, so it’s going on the maybe list.

V9333 – Kathryn Brenne. I feel like there is just too much going on with this top, from the asymmetrically placed buttons to the giant pointy collar to the pleated volume on the sleeves. Just, too much. Way too much.

V9332 – Marcy Tilton. Marcy Tilton patterns always intrigue me in construction, but I’m usually not as excited by the silhouette. Such is the case here. However, I do like the sporty vibe from the gray version. It’s a different direction for this line, and I like the look.

V9329 – Marcy Tilton. The styling on these dresses really makes me far more interested in the pattern than I would be if I’d just seen the line drawing. This is another versatile looking pattern, and it’s always a plus when a dress has pockets.

V9337 – Kathryn Brenne. I like the turtleneck, but I don’t think it’s enough of a reason to get this pattern. I’m not really excited by the jumper or the elastic waist trousers.

V9339 – This is the sort of jacket I’m usually a fan of, but for some reason this pattern really isn’t doing it for me. It feels super dated; perhaps because of the massive buttons? I’m normally all for an asymmetric collar and princess seaming, but something about this pattern just isn’t calling to me.

V9327 – Custom Fit. The dart placement on this pattern is really interesting, but yet again the drawings really aren’t selling me on this pattern. The version with the slim sleeves and cuffs looks pretty nice, but with giant poofy sleeves just look ridiculous.

V9340 – Very Easy Vogue. Can I say this makes me think of 60s maternity wear? I’m not even old enough to remember it, but I’m getting a real Rosemary’s Baby feel off this look. Can’t really complain about a coat with a hood though.

V1599 – Koos van den Akker. It’s nice to see a designer line have a men’s pattern. It looks a bit wild with the color-blocked presentation, but I think it would be a really lovely fitted shirt if it were made in one fabric.

And that’s it! I’m a bit sad to say that, on the whole, I’m rather disappointed. There are a few things I like, but nothing I couldn’t live without in this release. I feel like all of the styles have a really dated quality to them. I know it’s a fall release, but everything feels so heavy and drab it’s hard to find something to get excited about. What do you all think? Do you see anything that’s making it onto your fall sewing list? Or is this release a total miss for you? Feel free to discuss your thoughts in the comments!

Fall 2018 Vogue Patterns #sewing #fallfashion #Vogue #VoguePatterns #newpatterns #fallsewing I stop paying attention to the internet for a few weeks and of course that's when all the fall patterns drop.

#pattern #sewing #Vogue

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