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bloodynereid · 5 months

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Hey babes! What do you think about some rivals to lovers for jordan li? I love how Jordan was super competitive at the start of the show, and idk why but I wanted to see more of that from them :) anyway something angsty but also super cute?

Jordan Li is my new obsession and the little amount of fanfiction for them hurts

Sending you lots of love 💕💕💕

Heartstrings

pairing: jordan li x fem! reader

tw: angst, horrible parents... again, rivalry, swearing, fluff, crying, alcohol consumption, intrusive thoughts?

description: rivals always do have that unspoken tension don't they?

a/n: hiii sorry it took like a month to write this - hopefully it's similar to what you thought about. also sorry it's so short, i think i went into a sort of mini writing slump so i'm trying to get back on the saddle. anywaysss hope you enjoy <33

You let out a huff as you collapsed on one of the picnic tables outside of the exam room (what really was a random auditorium). God, that exam was horrible. For some reason, it seemed easy up until the moment you dropped the stack of papers off at the examiner’s desk.

Business was probably easier than it was at different colleges because it just focused on supe management but it had a variety of key terms that you had studied like a maniac. But… you still felt like a failure. How were you going to make it past Jordan fucking Li on the leaderboard if you got a mediocre score on a random business final?

“Damn that exam was easyyyy, why are you grumbling on such a beautiful day like today?” Speaking of the devil.

“Jordan…” You said, poison lacing your tone as you looked up at the stupid smirk on their face.

“Y/N. What did you think of the test?” You and Jordan had a sort of rivalry between the two of you since you started at God U.

Freshman year. You and Jordan share the majority of classes. It sounds like the recipe for real friendship but no, it turned into something more twisted.

“Incredibly easy, what about you Jordan? Think that you actually did well at something for once?”

“Oh I’m hurt darling. Who’s higher on the ranks by the way? I haven’t checked.”

“Fuck you.”

“I think that’s something you want to do.” Jordan’s voice held something hard to identify as they leaned forward and she winked at you.

You smoothed out the fabric of the dress you were wearing. The gold dress hung around your frame perfectly and it actually made you feel confident in a room of people who probably had more money that you could even dream of.

A sip of bubbly champagne filled your mouth when you suddenly felt a solid presence behind you. The flute of bubbly alcohol was plucked out of your hand and you twirled around with an indignant look on your face. You really shouldn’t be surprised that the person standing in front of you was Jordan.

“Wow, so now you don’t just steal my place in the ranks but you also steal my fucking champagne.”

“It’s pretty shitty champagne, you’re not really missing anything.” Jordan said as they smiled that stupidly teasing smile of theirs as he took another sip. You rolled your eyes and grabbed the flute back out of their hands.

“What do you want, Jordan?”

“Oh I don’t know, it seems like you looked a little lonely.”

“So this whole charade was so you could check on my wellbeing, yeah I fucking doubt that.”

“Then why do you think I came here?” Jordan purred out as they leaned on one of the columns.

“To gloat.”

“Oh I think you suffer enough whenever you open up that little phone of yours to see who’s higher up.” Jordan said they trailed a finger over the hand that you were using to hold up the flute. Your eyes narrowed and you felt a shudder of pure hatred run through your veins. Quickly pulling your hand away, you huffed and walked straight away from a smirking Jordan.

“Aww did I hit a nerve, sweetheart?”

Frantically wiping away the tears that littered your face, you slammed your phone down maybe a little too harshly on the concrete steps. You heard the protective case shatter but in that moment all you could care about is the venomous words spewed into your ear by your parents.

Never enough. That’s what you constantly felt like. You were the eldest and yet you could never do anything as perfectly as your brothers. They were getting top ranks at their supe training school and what were you doing? You were sitting at a mediocre 5. Not good enough for parents who demanded perfection in every single aspect of your life.

A sob was trying to fight its way out of your throat when you buried your head between your arms. The harsh fabric of your jeans scratched painfully on your tearstreaked cheeks. You deserve the fucking pain at this point.

You could almost feel your blood boiling when your powers turned on hyperdrive. Well that’s wonderful timing. Suddenly you could feel, hear and see basically everything. The senses assaulted your very being and a choked whine left your lips.

Why did they think you weren’t good enough? Top 5 is something kids and their parents dream about. And yet you were sitting around on a cold concrete slab crying your eyes out because of your parents.

“Y/N?” The voice you recognized ever so well, made you look up from your clothed arms. Meeting Jordan’s eyes with your own tear-filled ones.

“Fuck off Jordan, I don’t need or want to deal with you today.” You said sharply before dropping your head back onto your knees. You didn’t feel Jordan move away though, instead a warm body settled down next to you and you felt an arm weave around your shoulders.

The chill that had seemed to have permanently weaved with your DNA left when Jordan cradled you into their embrace.

“Y/N?” You let out a loud sob at the sound of your name. What you didn’t realize was that Jordan’s eyes were filled with brimming concern. They had never seen you like this, you were literally like a rock. You always took their teases in stride and easily rebuked them. Your little cat and mouse game was one of the only things that kept Jordan going whenever they were having a bad day.

“I fucking hate them. I do everything they ask of me and yet I’m never enough. I’m never going to be as good as their perfect little sons.” Your words came out in heaves and sniffles. Jordan felt a pang of emotion, they knew exactly what you were feeling.

“I get it, I know everyone always says that but I really do this time. My parents fucking suck. They constantly demand perfection, don’t they?”

“Yeah…” You trailed off as the tears started to dry up and crust on your cheeks.

“Are you okay, darling?” Jordan said softly as you looked up to meet her eyes.

“I can’t believe you are comforting right now, but other than that fine.”

“Always with the scathing insults.” Jordan said with a delighted twist of their smile.

“You know me… thanks for this Jordan.”

“It’s my pleasure.” Something sparked in Jordan’s eyes when you smiled at them. “You know I don’t really hate you right?” Jordan said softly as they caught a stray tear with their thumb.

That was when you had the realization, you never really hated them either. You liked the competition. You liked feeling pushed and you absolutely adored their stupid fucking smirk.

“Maybe I don’t really hate you either.”

“Ah you see, progress.” Jordan said, making a zap of energy sing through you.

“This doesn’t mean we’re going to be friends suddenly.”

“Oh I wouldn’t dream of it but between you and me, darling, I think we would be something more.” Jordan said with a wink which made goosebumps appear on your skin.

“You’re going to have to beat me first.”

“In what?”

“In that stupid business exam… results come out tomorrow. If you get a better grade than me you get to take me out on a date, if I get a better grade than you I get to take you out on a date.”

“Seems like a win-win situation either way. I can’t wait.” Jordan brushed their warm fingers across your cheekbone before they sent you one final wink and a smirk before heading off in the direction of the dorms.

“You coming? We do have that marketing exam on Friday…” Jordan called out over their shoulder, their remark made your body instantly heat up. Fuck it. You were in a losing battle with them again, this time the prize was your heart and they were certainly going to win it.

ahhh jordannnnn

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luvrrgirl444 · 6 months

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chapter 14: genius

“hi, y/n and i’m here today with genius to explain the lyrics of my song ‘kill bill’.” you smiled at the camera.

“so, fun fact about kill bill is that it actually only took about 6 hours to produce. i, uh-” you laughed. “i saw this thing online and it made me feel some type of way, and i was like ‘i need to release what i feel right now.’ so, i took out my songbook and went crazy. i called up my friend jean, my producer, and i was crying,” you laughed again, and made a phone gesture with your hand and brought it up to your ear. “and i was like, ‘bro i just wrote these lyrics, can we make a song right now?’ and we did, in like 6 hours.”

VERSE 1

i’m still a fan even though i was salty

hate to see you with some other broad, know you happy

hate to see you happy if i’m not the one driving

“the person that this song is about is actually also an artist, and he’s actually really talented. so basically, i was saying that even though i hate that nigga,” you stuck up your middle finger. “he’s still a great artist, unfortunately. the next two lines are literal, uh, about a month, maybe a month and a half after we broke up, he was posted up with another girl. which was honestly really shitty because he broke up with me to ‘focus on his music’” you quirked your eyebrow and used quotation marks. “basically this whole song is about me being a jealous heartbroken bitch.” you sarcastically smiled.

PRE-CHROUS

i’m so mature, i’m so mature

i’m so mature, got me a therapist to tell me there’s other men

i don’t want none, i just want you

if i can’t have you, no one should

i might

“i was tryna convince myself that i was strong, and that this wasn’t hurting me as much as i thought it was, but it definitely was. literally wrote a whole muthafucking song about it.” you laughed. “we we’re dating for a long ass time to be honest, so with the ‘i don’t want none, i just want you’ lyric, it’s basically saying that i’ve been with you for so fucking long, it’s always been you, how am i supposed to move on, y’know? it’s lowkey corny but yeah. the last lyric is very um, yandere simulator vibes but it relates to the theme of the song, which is like jealousy and vengeance and possession.” you put your hands up. “don’t worry y’all, i’m not a criminal.”

CHORUS

i might kill my ex, not the best idea

his new girlfriend's next, how'd i get here?

i might kill my ex, i still love him though

rather be in jail than alone

“i can explain y’all, i’m not a killer or a criminal but imma be real, i was definitely having some intrusive thoughts. but everyone does. like, anyone who says they’ve never had thoughts about hurting someone that did them dirty, or fucked with them, they’re fucking lying, 100%. and relating to what i said before, we were together for so long. no matter how much i try to deny, the love is still there. it’s been built up for years, as much as i want to, i can’t magically forget it overnight.”

you continued on with singing the lyrics and explaining them until you completely finished the entire song.

“kill bill was an impulsive creation and release. we recorded and finished the song in like 6 hours, and i was like ‘i want to release this today’” you pointed downwards. “but everyone told me no.” you rolled your eyes. “so i asked when was the soonest we could release it, and it was like in 2 days. so the next day i posted on instagram saying that i was releasing a song tomorrow and that was it. there was no promo for it, which is why i’m so fucking shocked that it did so well. but, thank you to my fans, friends and family, i love you all. stream kill bill, album coming soon, bye!” you blew a kiss to the camera, before smiling and making heart with your hands.

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roseamongroses · 3 months

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burning kisses, shades of gold

Shuri/ Riri Williams | Shuri / Namor [unrequited] tags: [alternative universe] [arranged marriage] [confessions] [angst][wake up and break up] Shuri agreed to her arranged marriage. Not once did she dream of love. Now she can only hope that it burns her. - SHURIRIWEEK2024 - day two - "angst" - prompt: confessions - ao3 @shuririweek

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It was a fine life, she supposes.

Shuri breathed in, face firmly pressed against the cold sheets. One eye still closed, the other trained on the dark shine of her phone.

A moment--then her alarm went off.

6:30 AM

Shuri groaned, letting her mind drift for a moment before she sat up. She slid into her slippers without further theatrics.

Today began like any other day, but last night still clung to her sleep-addled mind.

Shuri always prided herself for her control. It’s why she entered her arranged marriage. Her family needed the connection to ease tensions, but no one wished to tie themselves to a strange, outsider.

Elders loved to boast about upholding tradition, yet were still wary of such an arrangement. No one wanted to forfeit the throne, nor part with their dreams of love.

Shuri had no such dreams. She stepped up easily--taking the weight from her brother.

No one forced her into it. She was fine with it all as long as she could continue her work in peace.

She controlled the negotiation terms, her public image, their private boundaries. Their marriage was friendly, in the same way you respect a colleague or colleague’s friend. She had offered to let him step outside of the marriage for physical fulfillment, but he refused.

Shuri had followed suit out of respect for the arrangement. She had never been tempted before. Until last night, that is. Shuri was at a loss thinking about it.

Shuri was at a loss thinking about her.

She had worked alongside the American scientist for weeks now. Riri had joined their labs as a part of Wakanda’s newest outreach programs. Shuri hand-picked the candidates herself.

Riri didn’t submit her application on time, but still found a way to get into their systems and submit it before morning. Naturally, Shuri noticed the intrusion immediately, but she was impressed. High skill and equally high audacity were hard to find nowadays.

The problem was that once Shuri noticed Riri, she couldn’t look away. She had an easy confidence, bright at the edges. Her voice was loud, laugh easily carrying across the lab. But she had rough hands, and a stern, level gaze that spoke to how hard she fought to be looked at, to be heard.

Shuri never wanted to look away.

She wanted Riri to look her way.

That night was no different. Riri’s locs were gathered into a high bun, revealing the soft dip of her nape and the beauty marks dotting her skin. Every-so-often she’d sit up from her crouched position, letting out soft sighs as she stretched.

Shuri watched, not thinking. She was on her third coffee at that point. She had ignored at least three calls from her husband. It was shitty, but she was in a mood and didn’t want him to get caught up in it. Something wasn’t right with this morning’s report on the newest trial run, but she couldn’t figure it out.

After hearing Shuri grumble over the report for the past hour, Riri had gotten up to take a look at it. Shuri handed it over, glad for the help and the company. Riri’s hand briefly brushed against her own, warm.

Shuri wasn’t thinking.

She leaned down, chasing the warmth.

Kissing her was easy in a way Shuri never thought was possible. Catching Riri’s sighs with her mouth. Fingers dragging across her nape and down the column of her throat, lips then teeth following.

It was over as fast as it began.

Riri pulled away, hand covering her mouth as she stared back at Shuri. She looked horrified, “You’re…married,” she croaked, still breathless.

Shuri blinked, confused, then remembering, “Oh,” she tried to gather her thoughts, “It’s…arranged, it isn’t…” she tried to explain. It isn’t like this. The marriage didn’t mean much beyond paper. Shuri’s husband was friendly enough, but he isn’t like Riri.

But those feelings were jumbled, frozen on Shuri's tongue. Riri’s face only soured, the once bright expression cold all at once, turning Shuri’s stomach.

“But he wouldn’t like it,” Riri shook her head, turning to pick up the now scattered pages of the report, “I’ve seen the way he watches you. I know how the world watches the both of you--they love you,”

“But I…” Shuri couldn’t think. Still reeling at the thought--He loves her?

“You may not love him,” Riri continued, brows furrowed, “But he does love you and that’s your husband, “ she quickly finished gathering the papers, “I’m not interested in being a third--or a fling--or a home-wrecker--” she was a storm of frantic energy, her voice pitching, as she shoved the report into a file and towards Shuri.

Shuri fumbled after her, discarding the report, “Riri wait--you wouldn’t--”

“What would I be then--?” Riri snapped, lips pulled into a thin line, “A friend? A fuck-buddy? The girlfriend you see on weekends? I want all of you Shuri, you want--”

Shuri reached towards her.

“--I’m not even sure you know what you want,” Riri pulled away, not letting her touch, “I’m not preaching and telling you how to live your life, but I can’t live like that too,”

Riri wouldn’t look at Shuri. Shuri wanted her to look, to touch, to burn her.

Riri wouldn't dare.

She submitted her resignation letter that same night.

Shuri gripped her sheets, terribly cold.

She had a fine life. She married a man who respected her well enough. Apparently he loves her, but he hasn’t asked her to do the same. She can do as she wants, work as much as she wants.

Shuri’s life was fine. Her sheets were cold. Her bedroom, cold. Her slippers, her lab, her home--all cold, cold, cold. She never minded before, but now?

Shuri was utterly repulsed.

The breadth of her indifference itched at her skin. The waves rippled to reveal an entirely different beast down under. A life so unmoving that she couldn’t tell whether she was breathing or drowning.

Shuri pulled an old sweat-shirt over herself, shuffling into the kitchen. Her husband sat at the table eating breakfast. A plate was made and set aside for her despite Shuri never eating in the mornings.

Shuri made her coffee quietly. Once made, she leaned against the counter, taking in her husband and home.

She raised the mug to her lips, “I want a divorce,” she said, breaking the silence.

Shuri took a sip of her coffee.

It burned.

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berrytimefields · 2 years

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good hair days

part one

word count: 1,248

note: this is my first ever fic on tumblr! let me know what you think <3 i really didn’t want to split this into two parts but i really wanted to get this out to you guys! part two is coming later this week! always open to requests! (multifandom friendly)

katsuki bakugou x sweet! fem! reader

summary: days are hard and stressing and the least of his worries are his looks. but i guess it wouldn’t hurt to try and fix himself up a little bit. but why is she so nice to him? this has never happened before. what the hell, i just needed a trim.

warnings: none! some mentions of insecurities and some cursing. probably misspellings too. just cute fluff and sweetness towards an emotionally constipated man 🥂 may be slightly ooc but yolo!

the pink bell jingles lightly as the front door is pushed open, quite roughly as the loud intrusion jars some of the clients sitting inside. a tussled blond tramples through almost taking down a poor lady that stood close in proximity to the new arrival.

“hey sweetpea! do you have an appointment?” the man freezes in his attempt to take off the jacket haphazardly thrown around his shoulders.

“what the hell did you say to me?” the bouncy girl kept her smile from ear to ear as she turned and approached him, current client sitting patiently under the light pink dryer.

the place itself would be his number one red flag if the woman in front of him didn’t already give him an alarming vibe just from her presence alone. her over the top loving personality and the sparkling pink room around him would seem like the heroes worst nightmare, oh that’s right, it is.

he knew coming here wasn’t worth the torture, the idea of two hours spent here surrounded by glitter clouds and rainbows made him want to gag where he stood. yet he couldn’t compel himself to move. still stuck frozen in time as you seemed to get even closer than you had been before.

‘i dont think this shitty woman has any sense of personal space,’

“honey, are you ok? would you like to sit down for a minute?” her voice had the ability to pull him straight out of his trance and get him fixated back on his current state of being. he took another look around, noticing the pointed stares of many other ladies that were disturbed by his flamboyant entrance. he cleared his throat and tried to save his ass from seeming like too much of a jerk too soon.

“i need my hair fixed. now.”

yea still a jerk.

“oh, ok. well it’s your lucky day i seem to have a spot open! usually i’m pretty packed but i think i can make an exception for you sweetie.”

now what the hell does that mean, he pondered your words for a moment. he wasn’t exactly nice and friendly so why were you not apprehensive of his current behavior. better yet, why did you seem to treat him as though you two have close romantic relations. he searches his mind for a few moments to try and remember if a woman, as beautiful as you, had ever spoken that way directly to him. in any sense that wasn’t ironic. he scratched deep beneath the surface and couldn’t find diddly squat.

“ok.”

ok? really. a woman has called you three pet names in the first two minutes of knowing her and you can’t even finish one thought out loud?

“what would you like done today sir?”

now he didn’t like that as much. call him something cute again.

“don’t call me that.”

maybe the wrong approach.

“sorry sweetpea i never caught your name?” he tried to think what kind of reason you could have to possibly need to know his name when you could just refer to him as sweet things for as long as you live.

wait what.

sweet things? him? never.

he’d never been referred to as anything sweet, let alone anything complimentary. he’d barely even got a ‘babe’ before and that usually came from his friends if he has to really be truthful.

“names bakugou. need a trim gets in my eyes,” he couldn’t stand the constant poking of his bangs while he tried to fight crime, as embarrassing as it is for him to admit.

“okay well why don’t you come sit over here, and i’ll get you started up on that cut okay hun?” he felt his heart flutter again and felt to urge to rip it out with his bare hands. he mumbled back a small noise of agreement and followed you to the chair sitting on the other side of the salon. you waited for him to sit down before stepping behind him and running your fingers through his hair. he immediately felt a tenseness in his shoulders. ‘is getting a haircut always this nerve racking?’, well no because you were never the one rubbing your soft fingers through his scalp.

“you have such beautiful hair, i could run my finger through it all day. i guess that wouldn’t be too professional though. would you like me to give you a wash?”

he thinks he might drop dead on the spot if you keep making these propositions. want to run your fingers through his hair for the rest of his days? be his guest. wash his hair and touch him even more? please be his guest.

“yea, please,” oh god he said please. it’s time to get out of here.

“ok babe, let’s get you over to this chair then and get you started on that rinse okay?” you smiled at him through the mirror and started to walk away to start the lukewarm water. he’d never admit to anyone how fast he rose from the previous chair and made his way to you.

as you leaned him back and brought his hair into the sink he forced his eyes up so as to not catch your gaze. you hummed softly as you began to saturate his hair, at the sound of your relaxing voice he let his eyes flutter close as you began the soft strokes through his golden locks. this continues as you washed his hair in such a manner he didn’t know existed. don’t begin to ask him what it was you did to his hair because he hasn’t the slightest idea. after he hears the steady stream of warm water shut off he also hears you begin to step away from your place near his head. at this sound, he can’t help but open his eyes and follow your movements as you grabs a soft pastel towel from a nearby shelf. if you hadn’t turned back to face him he swears his eyes would’ve rolled to the back of his head.

of course, they’re gonna put that thing on his head.

“alrighty, darling let’s get you back over there so i can start taming your mane!” your soft laugh drifted throughout the room as you guided him back to the chair he first resided in.

once he rested back in the pink leather seat you wrapped your favorite rose-colored cape around his neck and he struggled to understand how everything could be such an obnoxious color.

“what’s with this pink shit.”

“it’s my favorite color, makes me happy! don’t you have a favorite color hun?” the smile you gave him was genuine as you started to blow dry his freshly cleaned hair.

“mmm, like orange i guess,” he mumbled and he couldn’t even be sure the woman he spoke to could hear him but he saw you nod your head in agreement wholeheartedly as if you had heard you won the lottery.

“hold on one sec okay? i’ll be right back to start your trim,” he didn’t understand why you seemed frantic all of a sudden but he hummed his agreement as you wandered off to the back of her shop.

bakugou looked up into the mirror and, for the first time that day, realized how his face felt hot and seemed to glow with a pink tint. now, that’s not gonna fly.

in his peripheral vision, he notices you return from where you disappeared to with what seems to be another cape in your hands.

but this ones orange.

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tedesquire · 2 years

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Um, Hi, this is my first time doing this, but...

Can I request an Egon x reader? Like, Spengler comforting Reader after being body shammed by their family?

This happened to me today and, um...I need a hug from him...

It’s You I Like

GN! Reader x Egon Spengler

Description: After a shitty evening with your parents, Egon is there to remind you of your worth.

Contains: Angst, fat microaggressions, just overall shitty parent behavior, fluff, comforting Egon.

A/N: Reminder: you are perfect no matter what!! I am not a small woman by any means, the conversation in this fic is a real conversation I had with my family, so anon, I absolutely know what you’re going through. I tend to listen to “It’s You I Like” by Mister Rogers when I’m upset. I also wasn’t sure whether this request was romantic or platonic, so I left it up for interpretation.

You were so stupid. What did you expect from dinner with your family? You accurately predicted your clenched fists underneath the table, nails digging into your thigh as you held your tongue to avoid causing a scene while your parents discussed politics. You had also predicted the eye roll from your guardians when you ordered a glass of wine, somehow still in awe that you, an adult, decided to indulge in a drink every now and again.

You thanked the waitress as she brought the glass over, knowing you needed a nightcap to get through the evening. All they could seem to talk about now was your sisters’ wedding. You would face 5 ghosts single-handedly if it meant moving on from floral arrangements.

“She showed me the pictures of the garment you picked,” Your mother mentioned, a polite smile growing on your face. Bridesmaid dresses were always awkward in their own right, especially when you were the maid of honor. “The long sleeves complimented you very well, and now your cousin isn’t the only one wearing long-sleeves!” You snorted.

“Her wedding is in October… On a beach… In Michigan… I’m surprised we’re the only two who decided to wear long sleeves, it’s going to be freezing.” You took a sip of the wine, knowing to pace yourself before the food, lest you get another lecture from your parents.

“We were looking through the RSVP’s, and we noticed you didn’t elect to have a plus one?” Your mother’s eyebrow raised pointedly.

“Well, I’m not currently seeing anyone so… no, I didn’t think to put down a plus one. Besides, the wedding is still a few months away.” You mentioned, casting your eyes over to your father and waiting for him to chime in to your defense.

“Well, you have been looking, right? Putting yourself out there, going on dates?” You felt a bitter lump form in your throat, growing uncomfortable. It wasn’t that you weren’t trying, it just seemed that most people you were interested in didn’t seem to return your feelings. You just didn’t feel like you were the type to catch anyone’s eye anyways, so after months of trying, you decided to take a break. You liked spending time with yourself, for the most part.

“You know, it’s her big day, and if I come in rocking some man-candy on my arm and take away all the attention it’ll be this whole thing, so… probably better to just focus on my person of honor duties.” You let out a sigh of relief at the pity laugh your father gave, hoping your mother would let go of the conversation and return to the stimulating floral arrangement topic.

The food was soon brought out, the table uncharacteristically quiet as you all began to eat. You let out another relieved sigh, thinking that you were safe, but you had failed to notice your mother watching you closely, an intrusive thought worming its way out of her mouth.

“You know, perhaps if you lost weight you would be able to find a partner.” You stilled, meeting her gaze and releasing your silverware. “Honey, you have such a beautiful face, if you just lost… I don’t know, fifty pounds? That’s not too much.”

“Mom-” Your voice was shy, unconfident.

“You know your sister lost all that weight and look, she’s getting married. Don’t you want that? Don’t you want someone to love you?”

“M-mom..” You were slightly admonished. You always knew she had a problem with your weight but you never thought that she would voice her opinions in such a hurtful manner.

“And it’s just not healthy, dear. I mean, what’s attractive about someone who eats takeout all the time and buries themselves in their work? Right?” She looked over to your father, who cleared his throat. He met your red eyes, giving a shrug.

“Your mother has a point dear. Most people are looking for partners they’re proud of showcasing. And if it helps, a walk on the treadmill and meeting with a nutritionist are easy first steps you could take.” If it helps? What about this conversation was helpful in any way, shape, or form?

“And what is it that you even do again? You answer phones for some…” Your mother waved her hand, trying to think of the words.

“Ghostbusters, dear. The men who come and ‘capture’ ghosts.” Your father rolled his eyes at the thought, digging back into his plate.

You couldn’t hear the next myriad of microaggressive insults your mother began, feeling acid crawl up your throat. You were no longer hungry, and hell, you didn’t even want the wine. You mumbled some excuse about having to go to the bathroom, walking into a stall and sobbing quietly.

You could go back out and hurl insults, try to defend yourself, anything, but honestly? You were tired. This wasn’t the first kind of conversation your parents had with you and you damn well knew it wouldn’t be the last, but that never made it easy. You were so tired of defending that you loved yourself the way that you were. You had spent years working up the nerve to love yourself, and even though you had a few bad moments every now and again, you had come so far to when you were a teenager. Only to feel like complete shit every time your parents were able to cut you down this way.

But you weren’t like them, and defending yourself would fall on deaf ears. Insulting them back would only hurt them, and as much as you knew it would feel amazing to just tear into the two, you knew you would regret it. Because for all their faults and flaws, you did love your parents.

“Fuck,” You whispered as you met your reflection. Your eyes were red, skin heated from the emotion. You managed to splash some cold water on your face, deciding you were headed home.

You had managed to call a cab, telling your parents you had gotten sick in the restroom and leaving before they could ask too many questions. You had made it to your apartment but the thought of going upstairs made you feel defeated. Knowing yourself, you would try to self-medicate with food, only to cry later at proving your parents right. It was too pathetic to think about, your feet moving before your brain could, just walking.

Though it was a late evening in New York, you didn’t seem to care what could happen. No other word could substitute it, you were exhausted. Depressed.

Lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t even realized that you had stumbled all the way to the firehouse staring at the lit ghost sign for a minute or two before deciding, Fuck it, might as well do some work, right?

You met your reflection as you struggled to unlock the door, choking back another sob. You had spent so long trying to look nice for your family, only for them to pick apart every aspect of your life and tell you you weren’t good enough.

The garage was dark as you entered, not bothering to turn on the lights. You were hoping that you could just make it to your desk without too much commotion, knowing the boys were most likely asleep upstairs. The late hours some nights were too much for them, Peter complaining he felt like an old lady going to bed at 10pm.

As odd as it was, working with Janine in the garage seemed calming. Sometimes the frantic calls you received were so odd it was enough to give you a second of clarity, like perhaps the troubles of your life weren’t as worrisome compared to a panicked couple who had just gotten slimed in their hotel honeymoon suite.

The memory almost made you laugh, and you felt yourself slowly calming down… until your hip knocked over Ray’s toolbox, clattering on the concrete floor.

Somehow, the scattered tools were enough to do you in, letting out muffled sobs in between curses as you crawled to find the tools and throw them back in the box. “Fuck… Can’t do anything right… I’m just fat and ugly… and useless… what the hell is wrong with me-” Your sniffle was caught off-guard as a light came to shine on your face.

“Y/n?” Egon stood in blue pajamas, his curls in disarray, glasses askew. In his hands was a flashlight, a strap from his proton pack falling down from his shoulder.

“Shit, sorry Egon,” You mumbled, wiping your tears with the back of your hand and picking up a few loose screws that had escaped, thankful for the flashlight. “No ghost here, just me. I’m sorry, just go back to bed.”

“You were supposed to be out to dinner with your parents.” He noted, relaxing in his posture as he made his way over to the lightswitch, shrugging off the pack and helping you pick up Ray’s tools.

“Yep.” Your tone was tight, the ‘p’ popping too harshly. “I was.”

“So what are you doing here?” You inhaled, thinking of the first lie that came to mind.

“Forgot to file the Dunphy case. It was going to drive me crazy.” Egon stayed silent, placing the last tool he could see back in the box, latching it shut. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” You apologized once more, accepting his outstretched hand to pull you back up to your full height.

“As long as you’re not a roaming apparition, it’s a welcome intrusion.” He gave you a small smile, so small one may miss it at first glance. “Besides, you didn’t wake the baby, so all is forgiven.” You let out a soft snort, ‘the baby’ being Peter’s nickname you had come up with.

If there was one thing you appreciated about Egon it was his ability to make you laugh even when you felt like shit.

“How was it?” His low voice broke your thoughts as the two of you approached your desk, you flopping in your chair, pushing your feet so you could swivel from side to side. “The dinner.” He clarified.

“Egon, you don’t have to make small talk with me just because I’m here. It’s okay, just head back to bed.” You were trying desperately to not sound as defeated as you felt. “Dinner was… fine.”

Egon had noticed your red eyes the second he had snuck his flashlight on your figure, and while he had to admit, he was not the best when it came to emotions, that didn’t mean he was stupid or heartless. He hated to see you so upset, an unreadable expression on his face as he tried to find the right words.

“Dammit Egon,” You broke the silence, laser-focused on your desk to avoid his dark gaze. He always seemed to know when something was wrong, and while you usually loved him for it, you couldn’t help but curse him in this moment. “Egon, I swear, not to sound rude but please don’t ask me about it. Because if you ask me about it I will start to cry again and-” Your voice cracked, ignoring the way more tears pooled at your eyeline. “and I don’t want to. So please, just go to bed.”

“Y/n.” Egon’s voice was firm, his hand coming to pull the armrest of your chair so you could face him. The large man was on his knees in front of you, comically almost at your height. His dark eyes seemed to look right through you, prompting you to look away again. His fingers came up to cradle your chin as he spoke, making sure your eyes met his.

“You’re not ugly. And you are a wonder at what you do, at everything you do. You’re not useless, you’re one of the most important members of our team. We couldn’t help people without you. And Janine, of course.” So he had heard your muttering earlier. “Tell me what’s going on, please.”

You sharply inhaled, fat tears rolling down your cheeks and you shakily explained what your parents had said. “Sometimes I wish-” Egon cut you off, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you in for a hug.

It was awkward, and no doubt a strain on his lower back, but knowing how much Egon seemed to avoid touch, you knew he was being just as vulnerable as you were. You buried your head into his collarbones, your own arms wrapping around his ribs and taking in his warmth.

“Your mother sounds like a bitch.” He spat under his breath, not reacting as you tried to reprimand him.

“You are perfect the way you are. Not because of what you look like, what you wear, your hair, because of you. The hilarious, intellectual, talented, capable, passionate person you are. You are…” His swallowed thickly. Peter was the smooth-talker, Egon couldn’t compare. He had a harder time expressing how he felt. “You are beautiful. And to hell with anyone who ever made you feel less than that.”

“Egon-” You tried to interrupt, only to stop as Egon placed his large hand over your scalp, rubbing your head as affectionately as he could.

“Your parents should be thankful that their amoeba-sized brains were able to raise you. One of the most amazing people in the world. Someone who I’m proud to call a friend.” He finished, letting you cry until you couldn’t any longer.

“Are you going to be alright?” He softly asked, pulling back to meet your eyes, pulling a handkerchief out of the chest pocket of his pajamas. You chuckled nasally, it was just like Egon to carry a hanky in his pajamas of all things, wiping your tears and snot.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. Thank you.” It was true, you would be alright. You happened to have the greatest friends you could ask for, ones who would always be there to remind you that you were unapologetically you, and you should never feel ashamed for it.

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Running Home To Your Sweet Nothings

Best-selling poet Lily Evans ends up abandoned at a (awful) corporate party, is rescued, and pines over friend and temporary roommate, James Potter. 1114 Words.

For @jilytoberfest's Bitter Sweet Challenge

Prompt: "You lied to me" (angst to fluff)

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“You lied to me, Potter!” Lily called out, dumping her bags by the door.

She kicked her heels off and heard James cough. “I lied to a receptionist. And I think what you mean is ‘thank you, lovely roommate, for rescuing me from the state corporate that my poet soul couldn’t bear,’” he countered.

Lily had come home ready to fight. Today was terrible and pointed jokes and cute smirks wouldn’t change that. She never should have agreed to go, but her sister finally wanted her.

Petunia had called her a week ago. “I know it’s last minute but everyone’s been clamoring to meet you since you got on the best-seller list. You can come to the party as my plus one and Vernon, you, and I can celebrate after!”

Lily was desperate for Petunia’s approval. She bit her lip after her sister suggested Lily’s future husband may be at a hedge fund work party. She didn’t break their streak of silence on the subject of her best-selling poetry book. Not even when she wanted to scream, why me and not the hundreds of other writers who haven’t just released a debut book on their bisexual identity?

Because Petunia wanted her.

Lily still doesn’t understand why Petunia asked her. A few hours earlier, her sister paraded Lily around for a respectable ten minutes and promptly left for her fiance and his friends. Besides Petunia abandoning her, it was exactly what Lily thought it would be: uncomfortable. The intrusive questions, sexist jokes, and homophobic quips made her want to scream. But she couldn’t leave or fight back without either risking Petunia’s job or their relationship.

But just as Lily had resigned herself to the terrible small talk, James whisked her away with one phone call.

He’d helped her through countless horrendous days. Somehow, today was different. Lily just wanted to melt into James, welcome that fuzzy feeling. But every time she thought of confessing, she pictured James, disgusted and betrayed. It was too dangerous to let James comfort her.

Instead, she had come in, ready to fight.

“First,” Lily said, “temporary roommate. Second, I was doing fine without you. Third, you’re literally the son of a CEO.” Walking into her living room, her eyes caught James sprawled on the couch. He hadn’t changed since this morning: still looking impossibly hot in an infuriating muscle tank. God damn it, he really had it all, she thought.

“Hey, Lily!” James said, swinging his legs over as she moved to sit down.

“James, I can’t believe you told the receptionist Mr. Potter wanted to speak with me,” Lily said, forcing herself to stay on topic.

James just looked at her and said, “Well, he did.”

If Lily wasn’t already sitting down she would be now. Unsure of how to respond, she sighed and brought her knees to her chest.

Her arms wrapped around her legs and not James— where they ached to be. Because behind every domestic fantasy, which only increased after he moved in, James was her friend. It was easy to pretend they were living together. But it was fake. And temporary.

Lily fought between a grimace and a smile. “I’m pretty sure they were not picturing a 29-year-old with messy hair and arm muscles.”

Shit.

Lily’s face went slack and James’s smirk grew. Internally, she cursed that goddamn muscle tank for haunting her dreams and corrupting her thoughts.

Barreling forward, Lily continued. “I was so annoyed with you.”

“I know,” James said slowly. “I knew you wanted to fight your own battles. I just also knew you couldn’t leave—even if you needed to. I guess it’s a reflex, to get involved when the people I care about are in trouble. Plus, I’ve gotten pretty good at bailing Sirius out of shitty family situations.”

Lily nods. She knew James wasn’t trying to be chauvinistic or patronizing (that streak had ended years before). But, there was a small part of her that didn’t want to be saved by anyone. Unfortebly for her, Lily had become accustomed to being loved by James Potter—fiercely and unjudged.

James rescued her. What the hell was Lily supposed to do when James knew what she needed, what she wanted, more than anyone else? Friends don’t want to bury themselves in a friend’s skin after a bad day.

Lily shook her head and noticed that James was still talking, gaining volume.

“—You were texting me about how disgusting and horrible it was! Someone literally propositioned you for a threesome! At your sister’s work event! I was scared and I didn’t know what to do. Also, she was parading you around because you hit the best-seller list—which I am immensely proud of you for—but you were an amazing person and an amazing poet before that!” Somehow, James had moved closer, his knees touching hers.

“James—” Lily started, unable to say more. Stuck in the creases of James’s face and the emotion swelling in his eyes. Masochistically, she thought it almost looked like love.

“Lily,” he whispered, “I just needed to be next to you. To be with you.”

Lily didn’t know she got here, to James looking at her like that. Her head was spinning as she processed the weight of this moment. It felt like a love confession. James was speaking softly, never taking his eyes off of hers.

But what if it wasn’t? What if she leaned in and James drew back in disgust?

“Shit! Shit!” James shouted, causing Lily to blink rapidly.

Unsure of what was happening, Lily reached her hand over James’s, bracing for a flinch that never came. “I didn’t mean to make this about me,” he said, voice wavering and thick. Lily shook her head and slowly smiled. Her thumb rubbed the pulse point on his wrist. It was her turn to be brave.

“I need to be next to you too, James.”

James reached over, arms under hers, and wrapped her in a tight hug. She squeezed her arms around his shoulders.

“I,” Lily started, interrupted when James moved his hand to her jawline. “I am in love with you,” she said shakily, doing her best to keep looking at him.

“And I,” James whispered in her neck, lips ghosting her skin. “am in love with you, Lily Evans.”

Wrapped in James’s arms, Lily thought there was something comforting about hugging first. After the confessions, their first kiss was inevitable. But this was reverent.

James’s lips moved up her jaw and Lily lowered her head. Their lips met, soft like the first poem she’d written about him. She’d immortalize this moment later: write about lips, and collarbones, and hips, and whispers turned to whimpers with veneration. But right now, a best-selling poet stopped thinking. Life itself oozed like poetry, new skin like honey.

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Whumptober 2023 No. 29 - Troubled Past Resurfacing

Scogan Bingo challenge Dirty Talk

It was dumb luck that they found the guy before one of the kids could, the pupils otherwise undoubtedly having yet another trauma in the process, added to the list of bullshit almost every mutant had to face from an early age on anyway.

Any other day, Logan would have been out in the woods for his daily meditation session at this time shortly before sunrise, something that had become more crucial than ever lately, to be sure he had a firm, steady hold on his instincts. Scott's and his almost fatal last meeting with Sabretooth a couple of weeks ago had been a very clear warning.

And Scott was the furthest from a morning person anyone could be, only halfway functional before his third cup of coffee on principle and normally doing his first workout of the day in the gym before teaching hours. What had possessed the guy to be awake even before Logan for once and challenge him for half an hour of a jog around the mansion, Logan wasn’t orientated enough yet himself to guess.

Then again, the last night had been especially shitty. Maybe his partner just didn’t want Logan to be on his own right now, with what was burdening not only his dreams so badly right now, after Creed had had Scott in captivity for a second time. And this time almost getting Logan to involuntarily assault his own partner with the help of a couple of damn pheromones and attractants. Much as they both tried to leave this barely-escaped catastrophe behind, to not give this bastard the satisfaction of having a significant role in their life, in their relationship … This was an episode Logan couldn’t just leave behind, not with the lingering uncertainty why Creed was after him so stubbornly lately. Not with the dreadful question if maybe the guy wasn’t just talking bullshit when he insisted, Logan had been his partner in the past, indulging in just as disgusting crimes as this asshole.

It was Scott who kept such intrusive thoughts at bay arduously every chance he got, and Logan appreciated the sentiment but if there was one thing he definitely wasn’t at ass o'clock either, it was talkative. So they ran side by side in silence, their hands occasionally brushing, Scott regarding Logan with small smiles. When they stopped in the shadow of the high garden wall or a tree for a break, they made use of almost everyone at the Mutant High being still asleep and traded a brief kiss, not as careful as usual about having to keep their relationship secret for now, since, if Creed would learn about it, Scott would only be in even more danger.

That today, it was neither that bastard nor some curious kids they had to worry about, they only realized when the quiet buzz of one of the mansion's intruder traps suddenly sounded in the distance, a quiet pained scream following that definitely did not belong to either Creed or to any other enemy Logan could remember encountering since he'd joined the fucked-up, lovable group of idealists in this house after Alkali Lake back then. Still, there was something about that high-pitched, smooth voice that startled him …

"Energy net." Not realizing how Logan froze for a moment, Scott already ran off, instinctively switching his glasses for his VISOR from his tracksuit jacket pocket, a colorful curse on his lips.

This shouldn’t be happening. No one should even be able to make it over that damn wall. Dozens of security cameras, automatic stun guns in the bright marble, and emergency alerts were supposed to make sure, something like before Alkali Lake could never hit them from behind ever again. Just another sign that whoever was trying to get in here was apparently alarmingly capable. Since Charles was out and about in Washington as so often since that one dreadful day at Stryker's facility, to try and calm the loaded mood between mutants and humanity, and they'd lost their other telepath in that very same fateful battle, no warning could have come from that side either. A neglect they hopefully would not come to regret before this damn Monday had even really started.

Only an agitated, confused voice in the back of Logan's head whispered to him that this was not what was happening here right now at all.

He caught up with Scott in spite of his dawdling before Scott could get to the struggling figure on the ground near the gate, the latter caught in the agonizing shocks of a tight metal web that had automatically wrapped around the stranger's whole body the second he'd entered the premises unauthorized. Logan exchanged a puzzled look with his partner when they could make out more of the intruder, suited up in a skin-tight latex suit colored red and black, including a mask encasing his whole head.

In a city like New York that was crowded with heroes, villains, and enhanced of any kind, that alone wouldn’t have been that spectacular. It was how the stranger was waiting for them that made no sense, laying on his side in an almost relaxed, almost lewd position, with his head braced on one elbow, winking at them with a delighted little shout between his grunts of pain. "Hello there! Oops, wrong franchise."

"The hell …?" Scott suspiciously stepped closer, his fingertips on the wheel of his VISOR in warning which seemed wholly unnecessary though since the stranger didn’t make a single move to free himself or possibly reach for these ridiculous katanas he was wearing on his belt.

Logan should have followed, in his function as Scott's second-in-command and full-time shield alone but he found his body hard-pressed to move once more, a gasp he could hardly hear himself coming from his lips when it felt like something in his mind was coming loose. It was like a rusty lever sluggishly torn from a viscous jet-black mass of tar, too slowly to make any sense yet still of a flood of incoherent, blurry images his head, of people in uniforms Logan hadn’t ever seen in any of his dreams before, of a scar-littered laughing face in a bar next to him, toasting to some victory with him, blood on his hands as so often in his scattered rare memories of the time before his amnesia, people screaming all around him, and then, just for a split second, a face of a far younger and very kind and supportive looking Stryker … Holy fuck. "Scott, wait."

"Something ring a bell, Wolvie?" The stranger almost squeaked at him, trying to sit up in his predicament in visible infantile excitement, but fell back on the ground with a wince at another unpleasant shock. "Heard about that thing with your memories. Shame, really. But surely you remember your good ol' buddy Wade, right? After all that we did together, you'd break my heart." The man dramatically grabbed his chest and looked down on his body with a wince. "Oops, cardiac arrest imminent. Those are a bitch. Anyone care to let me out of this thing?"

After looking back between the stranger and Logan questioningly, quickly understanding by the dumbfounded look on Logan's face that he had no clue what the guy was talking about, Scott adjusted his VISOR to one of the smallest possible blasts and shot the controls for the web close to the stranger's body to pieces whereupon the electricity flow immediately stopped. "Don't try anything funny. Old friends coming to visit usually use the door."

"Where's the fun in that? Oh wait, you're the X-Men's famous fearless leader, right? Read about you too in those fancy files I snatched from the Oval Office a couple of days ago." Already busy freeing himself of the remains of the trap, that Wade guy tilted his head at Scott innocently, still showing not a sign of hostility. "Guy with a stick the size of Hulk's dick up his ass. Forget I said the bad word. No fun around here, got it. Don’t worry, I'm not staying. Just came by to say hello after I heard what you guys did up at Alkali Lake. About time someone offed that bastard Stryker. I just didn’t expect to see the name of my old war buddy James here in the White House database when I looked up who was on that mission."

"James …? I'm afraid you came to the wrong place, whoever you are." Scott backed away a little towards Logan when the stranger finally got up, still trembling from those shocks, stretching exaggeratedly. Only the way he sought Logan's gaze said, Scott knew better already. His jaw was tightening in worry when he saw how pale Logan had turned by now, how his fists were clenched, his breathing going fast and too choppy while he tried his best to keep that ongoing tsunami of chaotic, mostly violent images in his mind in check.

"Name's Deadpool. Your loverboy is one of the few people still knowing me as Wade Wilson, and from before that happened." The man reached up with his still twitching hand to his neck and pulled off that ridiculous mask slowly, revealing exactly that face scarred all over that Logan had just seen in alarmingly many new fragments of memory in his head. For all his juvenile antics and cheerful charisma, the guy suddenly looked honestly sincere and a good deal compassionate as he looked Logan straight in the eye. "Only back at that time, your name was James Howlett. Feral, healing factor off the charts, drunk grump but a heart of gold. Clearly in the wrong business and yet an excellent weapon in the field. Born 1875 in Alberta, Kanda."

And just like that, for a second time since he'd had to watch Jean kill herself to save her team at Alkali Lake, Logan's world crumbled to pieces around him.

****

Once that squirrel on LSD that was Logan's old-new friend had left, to spend the night in his own apartment in New York to Scott's relief, he was stuck in negotiations with Charles for the rest of the day while Logan, not entirely unexpectedly, vanished for a few hours of silence and workout into the woods behind the mansion.

Charles understandably wasn’t thrilled about the plan. But once he realized there was no way he could dissuade Scott, he was reluctantly ready to work out the details. Of course, it wouldn’t be fun for the rest of the staff, being two people short yet again for what would probably be months. But Charles knew as much as Scott that there was no way Logan wouldn’t be following all those new leads that his clearly clinically insane acquaintance had so willingly provided him with today.

And Scott refused to leave his partner alone in any quest that could involve encounters with Weapon X on principle. Plus, chances were, once Logan would hopefully have retrieved as much information as possible on that upcoming road trip through Canada, he'd be far less restless, living in this mansion, and the X-Men wouldn’t have to fear him, and thereby Scott, heedless running off after unexpected news like today.

Last but not least Hank had become a very valuable redeemed member of the team recently, spontaneously moving back in after Scott's and Logan's visit a couple of weeks ago. Ororo assured Charles believably that together with their returned team doctor, she'd handle things in the school. Not to mention, the teenagers like Marie, Piotr, Jubilee, Kade, and Bobby were mature and enthusiastic enough about becoming future X-Men at this point to help out with all things necessary.

And for cases of emergency, thanks to the hyperdrive all of the team vehicles were equipped with, Scott and Logan could always come back for an important mission in a couple of hours at most. It wouldn’t be easy but things would work out. That weight taken off his shoulders, Scott left his mentor's office in a hurry, checking his phone in routine, surprised that Logan had sent him a note, letting him know where he was. His partner usually preferred to handle things on his own after a mind-shattering encounter like this morning. A deep, warm sense of affection and a bit of pride instantly spread in Scott's heart, at how close the two of them had really come in the last few months. That Logan trusted him so soon with standing by him in this situation, he definitely didn’t take for granted. He took only a minute for a shower in their apartment and changing into a pair of tight leather pants that he knew his lover to love seeing on him before heading for the Danger Room. Overriding the door lock code with his own as Logan had long preconfigured it to be possible, which was another sign of growing trust, Scott locked it right behind him again and turned off his com, determined to not anyone or anything disturb them right now.

Half and half having expected one of these bloody, brutal combat situations in some jungle with which Logan preferred to get agitation and excess energy out of his system, he was surprised to find himself in some run-down bar he'd never seen before, so probably one of the joints that Logan had regularly come to in his time on the streets before Alkali Lake. Electronic guests hadn’t been added to this program variant though, the small stage for presumably strippers or musicians was empty as well; not even a barkeeper was waiting behind the counter that Logan was sitting at with a hunched position that looked mostly tired, fortunately, not dejected. He'd even cared to freshen up himself after probably running through the outer premises, hunting for hours. A good evening then.

Scott suddenly very much felt like kissing his partner. Since there hadn’t been a need to fight such urges for months, he came to stand behind Logan's barstool without much ado, bending over to cover Logan's beautiful broad lips with his, a slightly awkward upside-down touch but no less tender. The faint bitter fragrance of simulated whiskey wasn’t half as strong on Logan's tongue as usual which was another relieving sign that the many shocks this morning didn’t demand a lot of numbing. "I feel like I'm being asked on a date right now."

"Sap," Logan grumbled but he did it with a smile and leaned closer to him for another kiss before Scott straightened up again. "We good to go?"

"Charles asked us to stay until the weekend so the teenagers have a chance to get at least the gist of things in the classroom. And I want to be sure we're perfectly equipped before we get in that car. But by Sunday morning at the latest, we're out of here."

"You know you don't need to go with me right?" With something almost like a bad conscience showing on his tight lips, Logan reached for his still half-full bottle and poured Scott a drink on his own. "You got a job here, and things could get ugly on the road."

"Always do. Welcome to my life. Besides, I also got a private life, though far too many people I've met weren’t of that opinion. It was mostly thanks to you I learned better." Scott took the spot next to his lover, close enough so he could rest his hand on Logan's arm almost casually, happy to feel that some of that ever-present tension of apprehension had slipped from those massive muscles. "And that's just one of the reasons why you're part of that private life. We'll be alright, and so will they. We'll drive or fly in when they need us and otherwise do what you've been forced to wait for already for far too long. This is what I want, Logan, so save your breath. You should know by now I'm a stubborn asshole about things I want."

"That's a lot of words for saying you just want me to fuck you stupid in another motel bedroom every night for half a year," Logan answered dryly.

"That too," Scott deadpanned before dedicating himself to his drink, letting the quiet beats of some Stones album in the background set the mood while glancing around the room, the ramshackle wooden columns, the flickering lightning, the hopelessly outdated jukebox in the corner.

It was exactly where you would expect someone to be who was even far older than any of them had thought so far. Scott was at least as excited as Logan to visit a few of such spots soon that would hopefully provoke more and especially more coherent parts of Logan's lost memory to return. Neither of them had any illusions that they'd find everything but thanks to all that Wade guy had said earlier, they had at least a couple of valuable new traces. And some of those things waiting in the darkness of Logan's subconsciousness maybe weren’t all that attractive to rediscover anyway, just as Logan had feared for so long.

"You think that batshit crazy baboon was saying the truth?"

Logan nodded tersely, that mostly thoughtful but still sad expression back on his face. "Instincts are worth shit since my amnesia, but a couple of things, I've retrained myself in since I moved in with you guys. Telling lies is pretty easy for someone with my senses. Guy's brain is a monkey circus, but when he's got anything useful to say, it's apparently the truth. Plus, his story lines up with the few words Stryker and I exchanged at Alkali Lake." There was promptly a harsh twitch under Logan's wild beard that for once had nothing to do with him and Scott both losing the woman had both cared for not too long ago.

Suppressing the pain resurfacing in his own heart still every single time the subject of his deceased girlfriend arduously, Scott traced his fingertips down Logan's lower arms, along the deadly, diamond-sharp weapons he knew to rest under that fuzzy, soft skin until their fingers were firmly linked. "You trusted him, that's not a flaw. He promised you to make you indestructible, capable of defeating even the worst enemies in your life, and he succeeded. Everything else that bastard had going on, you had no idea of knowing, good instincts or not. I mean, hell, even that Wade guy didn’t know and ran from that special unit, the moment he finally learned. And that guy obviously rolls for a new moral compass every morning before leaving the house."

"I should have known, though. I was the feral in that group," Logan snapped, helplessly, and not at Scott, his other hand clenching hard around his glass. "Jesus, Slim, just knowing I really teamed up with someone like Creed, of all people, and not only at Weapon X but for decades … I doubt even one of these people that Stryker sent to kill us was guilty of whatever we were told. And only God knows what we did before Wade knew us. You can't possibly tell me you still think that's alright."

"You know what I think is alright?" Scott firmly rested his hand on Logan's cheeks to get him to look at him, with unbroken determination in his straight posture, his brows raised slightly in challenge. "That you left both Weapon X and Creed the moment you did realize, this isn’t you. That before, even in this whole web of lies, you've been such a reliable and caring friend to your comrades, most of whom were also a piece of shit like Stryker, that this Wade dude came here the second he learned where you were to help you out. And that in spite of everything Creed has fucked up back then already, you did your best to slow him down in his madness and bloodlust."

"Instead of taking his head right off, yeah." No, the excitement of the upcoming scavenger hunt and a few hours of being on his own to think couldn’t entirely drown out the part of Wade's tale that had rattled Logan so deeply.

That, as so often, would be Scott's job, and he was pretty sure he'd succeed with that tonight better than usual. "I severely doubt you didn’t try. I've seen you gut people for less. My bet is that you just turned to try and keep a leash on that asshole when you realized you simply didn’t have the means to kill him. It's very possible no one has. When we run into him again, that will be ugly. But you know, I'm even kinda looking forward to that now. I'll be happy to throw all of his bullshit lies about you being exactly like him in his face."

"If we ever run into that bastard again, what you will gonna do is get your thin ass the fuck out of there," Logan growled warningly, the bone-deep panic from how close it had been last time they'd seen Creed, still darkening his beautiful narrow eyes. "I like your stupid mug far better next to me in a car while I'm listening to your shitty voice on some Elvis mush, or kneeling for me on some cheap mattress while I fuck you into oblivion, than torn open and eaten alive right before my eyes."

"I will have you know that the girls love my Elvis," Scott said pointedly, feigning offense to lighten the mood back up. Leaning in closer to his lover for a longer, more involved kiss now, he let him know he'd heard and understood the repeated warning though, and that he would be watching out.

"So, you want to hear me say I told you so for an hour or do I get a reward for being right about you and Creed?"

"A reward?" That expression of regret and self-doubt in Logan's eyes was quickly replaced by a hint of heat as they slowly roamed up and down Scott's body, Logan apparently only now noticing his outfit consciously. "Huh. What a lucky coincidence, I mostly came to this shitty spot here for adventures in the backroom back then."

"Adventures …?" With a frown, Scott turned his head to follow Logan's gaze to an inconspicuous dark door far behind the tables. A curious hiss came from his lips when Logan got up to place a sweet kiss on the side of his neck, followed by a sharp little nip that had Scott's blood starting to go south for good. "Oh, so that kind of room, huh? Is it sanitary?"

Leaving towards said door, Logan nodded him along uncompromisingly. "Move your ass, Slim."

*****

While it had been mostly good one, the day had been full of stress, so they mostly ignored most of the very creative dark leather furniture that the room behind that door offered, dropping on the extra large king-size together the second they'd gotten out of most of their clothes in a haste. There was deep need in Logan's kisses, in his hectic groping, in how hard he already was in Scott's hand, but not that lost feeling of looking for purchase and security from the last time they'd encountered Creed.

Therefore, Scott decided against putting up a fight even for the show when Logan came back from tugging his underwear down his hips with a small bottle of lube, kneeling between his legs, his lips soon on Scott's equally hard cock. Scott's rare experiences with the same sex in his youth, before Jean, with being on the receiving end, hadn’t been particularly good but Logan had been so surprisingly gentle, patient, and skilled with him in that regard that he'd quickly come to love everything they did in bed. Especially being buried under that broad, hot body helplessly, speared on a beautiful cock taking him to new heights every single time they did this. So he willingly spread his legs further, wrapping his lower legs around his lover's sturdy shape to open himself up, his skin already flushed all the way from his cheeks down to his chest, his breathing going fast and uneven.

Logan regarded him with an affectionate chuckle while dripping an unusually large amount of oil on his right hand, a sight that made Scott's heart skip a beat with the possible implications, after they'd played with certain limits in bed a couple of times lately already. The too-deep, too-rough sound of Logan's voice as he slowly started to massage the thick, smooth fluid into the rough skin of Scott's lewdly exposed opening went straight to his cock as so often. Logan regarded him with an affectionate chuckle while dripping an unusually large amount of oil on his right hand, a sight that made Scott's heart skip a beat with the possible implications, after they'd played with certain limits in bed a couple of times lately already. The too-deep, too-rough sound of Logan's voice as he slowly started to massage the thick, smooth fluid into the rough skin of Scott's lewdly exposed opening went straight to his cock as so often. "You know, every time I wonder if you might be doing all this just to cheer me up, you remind me what a shameless ass slut you truly are."

Scott had an offended protest at the just as unloved as strangely hot insult already on his lips but had to shut it as a moan came out instead, just from that wonderful sensation of a first finger slowly slipping into him. So much for even trying to deny. "Yet have to hear you complain, Claws," he panted with at least a hint of resistance seeing as his body already did give none, far too hungry for this much-needed touch after they'd hardly found a chance for some sexy downtime in the last two weeks.

"I wouldn't dream of it." Entirely ignoring Scott's throbbing erection for the moment, just like his own, Logan cautiously went deeper, adapting to the rhythm of the initial natural clench of muscles until it loosened up and his fingertip unerringly hit that one perfect spot inside, just to stay there, with light, teasing pressure, unmoving, even when Scott started to writhe in need on the mattress, trying to push down on him. "Robbing myself of that beautiful sight? I'm not as masochistic as you, Slim. You got no idea just how hot you are like this, greedy to be stretched and filled …"

His cheeks turning even redder with embarrassment and arousal, Scott closed his eyes behind his glasses, trying in vain to hold still again, expose himself not half as shamelessly as wanting exactly all that. Only to find his hands clenched helplessly around the pillow under his head instead, a first treacherous drop of white leaking from the tip of his neglected cock onto his concaving lower body as Logan pressed down harder on that patch of nerves inside. Fuck this. Maybe he was a damn hedonist in bed. There were worse vices to have. "More …"

"Gladly." It was not a night for teasing either, at least not outside of words, another digit promptly, slowly entering him, scissoring just slightly when Scott threw his head back with a groan, arching his back. Logan's thick length was twitching against his thigh still untouched as Scott could make out with his lust-addled sight when he opened his eyes again. The sight of his attractive, unnaturally strong lover cowering before him, entirely focused on the task at hand, bravely fighting his feral basic needs, once more betraying even the idea that in this regard especially, he was anything like that bastard he'd supposedly spend large parts of his life with … It was beautiful.

If he hadn’t been too busy moaning, Scott thought, he might have told Logan again, but as it was, he could only give himself to the assault on his prostate from two fingers now, the way his muscles were readily giving in to those slow thrusts while the heat, the unbridled want for even more of these wonderful sensations coiled in his lower body. "Another one, please …"

"So impatient …" This time, Logan didn’t react at once, knowing the limits of Scott's body already perfectly after a couple of months of them sleeping together and at least in this regard never willing to hurt him in any way. He just kept up that lazy rhythm for the moment while bending down to lick the traces of white from Scott's stomach with a low hum. Tilting and circling his fingers against the last of weak muscle resistance, he waited until there was not even a second of unpleasant sensations left, before a third of his thick, deft fingers made its way to join the others. "Look at your slutty little hole just sucking them in … Thinking about what we talked about last time, slut?" Logan asked with a turned-on growl, his wolfish grin growing wider when Scott turned his head away, biting his lip, only to throw it back heavily once more when Logan's now quicker-moving fingertips stabbed right into his prostate, not entirely unlike that rhythm of some Def Leppard tune sounding from the jukebox through the open door. "Guess that's a yes." Logan scooted down further on the bed to get his mouth back on Scott's aching cock, just light, long licks and the occasional nibble on the swollen flesh for the moment, but in combination with those perfectly aimed thrusts, enough to have Scott squirm on the bed even harder, the puddle of precum staining his stomach growing. "Got an answer for me this time? Because you know, this is not happening unless I hear it from your lips. You know my body autonomy fetish."

Scott glared down at Logan through his glasses but couldn’t keep up that look for long, not when Logan wrapped his lips around the head of his cock, sucking him in just a little, not nearly enough for real satisfaction yet … But with how want instantly widened his pupils, his own breathing going harder as his instincts, his greed for tasting and smelling as much of his lover in bed as possible, threatened to take over, that wouldn’t take long. And while it would have been fulfilling as ever, letting himself get carried away by that heavenly mouth and those skilled fingers, and fucked into incoherency by that great piece of cock in a few minutes … That might not be enough for either of them tonight. Not after a crucial new development had brought them even closer together. "Toys?" Scott's ability to form full sentences was remarkably limited right now.

Logan nodded over his shoulder at the antique black chest in the corner. "All we need, right here." The mischievous grin curling on his lips left no doubt that was one of the reasons why he'd generated this scenario in the first place. "So? I know your brain already checked out for the night but Imma need you to be clear about this, Slim."

"Then how about you stop that drum solo inside of me for a second?" Scott somehow got out, caught between a breathless chuckle and another groan, and immediately disappointed when Logan actually obeyed for once, the cruel emptiness clenching inside at the loss of sensation almost painful. At this stage, inhibitions about expressing himself far more naughtily and openly in bed than he'd been used to in the past, were an obstacle quickly overcome. He was pretty sure he'd die without any of their enemies being anywhere nearby if Logan didn’t fuck him with anything soon. And it was probably better to get up to something that would leave him too sore to sit right for a couple of days while they were not on the road yet. "You gonna show me these toys or what? If I'm supposed to take your whole hand, we'll gonna need more than oil."

That seemed to be enough of consent for Logan who was – not least due to his disgust for guys like Creed who couldn’t give less of a fuck whom their primitive urges were hurting – very careful about boundaries. Wiping his hand on a towel thoughtfully within reach, he got up from the bed in a hurry that belied all this put-on composure and patience. Quickly finding what he'd been looking for, he spread out some dark rubber devices next to Scott's body along with another huge bottle of lube that had Scott's breath hitch in his throat. "We're not doing anything more than you can take, Slim," Logan told him, reaching up to cup his face in his hand, shuddering when Scott used the chance to give one fingertip a seductive little nibble, reminding him of all those naughty things he could do with his mouth given half a chance. "Yeah, nice try. Afterward maybe. Gonna need it after wearing this for an hour or so." With a grimace, Logan reached for the first of the toys he'd brought, rolling his eyes good-naturedly when Scott snatched it right out of his hand to slip the broad, sturdy metal over Logan's steel hard length, behind his balls.

It had been Scott's idea in the first place, to use that support to cage in Logan's feral needs when they were up to something more lengthy, so he was always glad to do those honors. While Scott was more prone to indulging in the submissive side in bed, he couldn’t deny there was something extremely hot about Logan occasionally giving up control and command a little himself, no matter how grumpy his lover could get about it just on principle. "I'm gonna make up for it thoroughly," Scott promised, biting his lower lip as his sight fell on the other toys again, a shiver running from his neck down to his tailbone, to the spot where his still sensitive opening kept on clenching around nothing. "Do I get to choose?"

"With your utter lack of self-preservation skills and how horny you are? I don't think so, slut." Logan was quick to put the biggest of those phalluses far away before taking his place between Scott's legs again, lying before him this time with his mouth back on Scott's loins, easily distracting him from the new verbal provocation by removing every single drop of salty white on his skin, with the hand not holding Scott tight by his hip already back where it had been, giving his loosened muscles another good workout.

It took less than a minute before Scott was flushed and panting all over again, his eyes tightly squeezed shut. By the time a sizable first plug slipped past his rim, he was far too turned on for his body to tense already. Even when Logan made it a point, holding that toy still before it could slip all the way in so that Scott's oiled hole was stretched around its widest point, fluttering weakly, Scott just keened weakly in need, trying in vain to thrust his hips down against the iron hold on them. "Please …"

"About to, Slim." At last, Logan gave the toy another little nudge so it finally slipped all the way in, sitting heavily right against Scott's hole but not deep enough for any real satisfaction. Which made it only even more torture when Logan's skilled mouth was back on his cock, taking him all the way in easily, a shout of lust from Scott's lips ringing through the room. "God, you're hot." Logan brought his hand up from the base of the plug to his balls, massaging firmly, slowly, occasionally almost too hard, adding just a small spike of pain adrenaline to the mix as Scott loved it so much, and at the same time making it clear there was no coming for him in the immediate future either. "Stretched wide open and still needing even more … Coming almost all over yourself just from having your greedy ass filled … This is exactly how I want to see my little ass slut, insatiable and desperate for all I'm giving you …"

"Do it then," Scott breathed hoarsely, one hand reaching out to come to rest on Logan's shoulder, so tightly that on anyone without his lover's healing factor, he would have left bruises now. "Want to see how much it turns you on, having your whole hand inside …"

"Not quite there yet, Slim." Logan licked another long stripe over his straining cock, unfazed by Scott's rude curse, the tip of his tongue dipping into Scott's slit, thoroughly distracting him from the tug of the toy against the inside of his sensitive rim as Logan cautiously removed it.

And this time, Scott didn’t stay empty for long, something actually smaller, not bigger entering his stretched channel next which confused him for a moment, but only until Logan used some kind of pump connected to that toy and it started to grow inside him. "Fuck …"

"Tell me when it gets too much." Logan pressed an almost chaste kiss to the underside of his cock before tracing it with his tongue, leaving Scott to writhe on the mattress again, to try and hump that entirely new kind of toy inside that was quickly turning into pure excitement.

While Logan went back to drive him crazy, sucking him down just as quickly as firmly, swallowing around him, with his free hand being back on Scott's balls, the root of his cock, preventing any too fast ending to this game, Scott had to tell himself repeatedly to keep breathing. His mind entirely wiped clean of all worries and shock of this day, all he could see behind his closed eyes were bright flashes of lust, his whole body going tense like a spring again and again as that toy slowly started to stretch him out thoroughly, reaching deep inside, nudging his prostate, all of the sensitive nerve ending located in that area on fire. And still, it was not enough, not with something even more enticing on the horizon. "Want it, Logan, please …"

"You know, if you'll be like that on the road, we'll have lots of angry neighbors knocking on our door in those hotels." Logan looked up from his thorough administrations with his eyes blown wide and definitely flushed under that wild beard of his too, the way he was rutting his hips into the mattress belying his attempts to play it cool. "We better pocket a couple of notes for bribery because I have a lot of plans for you on that journey, Slim." The toy apparently having been inflated to its widest girth, Logan tightened his grip on the base to slowly rotate it, pull it back and forth. Just a little, but that was more than enough for Scott to gasp loudly, to clench down on that pillow again, the hefty weight inside of him, working his already overstretched muscles, taking him to the brink of orgasm, until his cock was twitching violently in Logan's relentless hold. His lover tsked at him a little and licked another trace of precum from his tip, smiling heatedly when Scott whimpered his name. "We are definitely buying something like that toy for this trip. Maybe a cage for that greedy slut cock of yours, too, so you'll keep it together while we're on the road. And I got a couple of plans for those, too … You'd look beautiful with rings in these …" He reached almost casually to give Scott's pebbled nipples a little tug before going back to fuck him stupid with that damn inflatable, effectively killing any protest on Scott's lips regarding some of these ideas. "Eh, doesn’t even matter what we can think of getting up to, honestly. You're a goddamn sin whenever you're like this, slut, no matter what we do. A begging mess leaving your seed all over the place, hole wide open, just asking to be taken apart piece by piece ... You're gonna get a lot of that soon. And Imma enjoy every second of it."

"Don't make me wait then. You know what I want right now," Scott somehow got out with what was still left of his voice. His thigh muscles were aching from the sheer amount of holding up his hips he was doing, and he knew, tomorrow he would be sore in more than one place. Happily, too. "No need for that," he promised when Logan threw a doubtful glance at the last toy prepared, resembling a quite realistic-looking hand on a long arm. While Scott was sure, that thing would have been fun as well? Right now, he was longing for the real deal. "I'll be alright, really. Just … slowly."

"Plan to." Logan placed a soothing kiss on his twitching loins, his breath ghosting over Scott's oversensitive cock as he carefully pulled out that second toy as well, not deflating it all the way before, and since it was pretty clear that was a test for Logan's piece of mind, Scott was glad that there was not a single sound of discomfort on his lips. Next, Logan's mouth was on his too-full balls, sucking them deeply into his mouth, the perfect teasing of his tongue over the sensitive flesh derailing Scott's sensations away from the sound of more, much more oil dripping, and from the slow, almost shy caress of fingertips on his awfully empty feeling rim.

Only when another broken plea came from his lips, he was being breached again, a fourth finger joining the caress from before, just like on their last night together. And this time, with far more preparation, he could honestly enjoy that, pushing his hips down, keening, his back arched like a spring, and so rock hard that even Logan's restrictive pressure on his balls was almost not enough to stop his orgasm. Being so wound up, blind almost with lust, only the obscene wet noise of a slow glide sounding through the room along with the noises from his lips, it took Scott a moment to even notice when the pressure against his rim changed to a tight fist, newly oiled knuckles gently slipping inside, the back of his lover's strong hand, and finally the widest point at the thumb joint … For a moment, he thought this was it when his body tensed up in protest, his muscles clenching so hard he was sure it had to hurt his partner … Then Logan leaned up farther to suck Scott's cock back into his mouth, with firm pressure of his tongue against the underside, and Scott's vision went white. Just like that, the moment of almost too-thick intrusion was gone, replaced by the overwhelming feeling of something so wide and heavy filling him perfectly once more, and this time, it was not a lifeless toy. "Just like that … Feels so fucking good …"

"Knew you could take it, slut." Logan stared up at him impressed, lovingly, just very carefully tilting and turning his hand a little to make Scott shake and sweat even more. "Look at how pretty you are, riding my fist like it's nothing. Your cute little ass was made for me, I swear."

Scott didn’t know about that but he sure as fuck knew that it had never been that easy with anyone, indulging in new and exotic practices in bed, and he didn’t take that for granted even for a second. He'd only be able to actually express that again though when he was no longer chokng on held-back arousal. "Need to come, Logan, please …"

"Sh, I've got you." The next thrust of that huge, warm intruder was slightly deeper, stretching Scott out further, unfurling fingers quickly back on his prostate when he screamed out in nothing but lust.

With all his nerve endings on the surface, a few shallow thrusts was all it took, along with Logan's lips back around the head of his cock, before Scott was emptying himself in his lover's mouth, his mind entirely blanking for good. He wasn’t out long enough, luckily, to not gather his senses once Logan had carefully pulled away from him. He tugged his partner close uncompromisingly, reaching out for his cock between them with harsh, fast movements, the way he knew Logan to need it in such moments, until his lover spilled over Scott's spent cock and stomach with a grunt, his face buried against the side of Scott's neck. Not exactly fancy or elegant but Scott very much intended to make up for that with his mouth before the sun went up.

Right now, Logan didn’t exactly look like he was missing anything either way, staring down at Scott breathlessly, kissing him deeply to let him taste himself on Logan's tongue, both their bodies only slowly recovering from that little adventure. "Thank you," Logan finally murmured against his lips when he could speak again.

"And you haven’t even seen anything yet," Scott joked, his cheeks immediately flushing again. "Wait till we reach our first motel. That's when things will get truly dirty."

"Thank you for believing in me when I didn’t know if I even could do so myself, Slim," Logan said calmly. "For trusting me with everything from your team to your body. For not bailing on us when you lost the one you loved."

"I love you, too." Scott meant it.

"Right back at ya. And I'm not going anywhere." It sounded almost like a promise though usually neither of them was big on those.

The lump in Scott's throat was far too thick to answer suddenly, so he only pulled his partner down for another long kiss that maybe said all they needed to know already.

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happy birthday ~

Authors note !!

(Joel is 34, you are 20, you just got cheated on by your shitty boyfriend and Joel is looking better than usual. and no, 1000 tales of lust by black women all over the world is not a real book, even though it should be.)

You wake up in a cold sweat, that same nightmare. It comes every other night and never fails to ruin your morning once you wake up. You’re definitely not the only person in this QZ that has nightmares about outbreak day, doesn’t make it any easier though.

You force yourself out of bed and get dressed, today you had a smuggling job with Omar. You sank back into bed; this was going to be awkward. Not only was Omar a huge dick, but you just caught his girlfriend sleeping with your boyfriend last night. You two did agree to let bygones be bygones, but you had a sneaking suspicion that isn’t gonna go over as planned.

You take time to water and have a conversation with your plants before you leave, talking with them helps them grow quicker! Or at least you think it does. A knock on the door interrupts your conversation, “Damnit, I told him 8 o’clock, it’s 7:26.” You explained to your plant, Diana, as you walked over towards the door. You flung the door open with aggression, ready to put Omar in his place. You nearly gasped when your eyes met Joel Miller.

You’d only heard stories about him, like he was some sort of myth. A mean, violent man with a permanent frown across his face. You hadn’t done any business with him so the possibility of him being there to bash your face in for ripping him off was slim. He gestured with his hands for you to let him inside and you did, not thinking about how irresponsibly dangerous it was.

“You and Omar are going on a run today, right?” Joel made himself comfortable, leaning against your counter.

“No.” You responded with confusion in your voice. “I don’t smuggle, and even if I did, it’s my birthday so I’d be taking off”

Joel scoffed, “You do know that I’m the main smuggler in this QZ, right? I smuggle in drugs from all over.”

You nodded, “That must be great business for you.”

Joel nodded, looking around the room. “Yea it is, what about you?”

“I don’t smuggle.”

Joel laughed, a breathy, unamused laugh. “Yeah? Where’d you get that?”

He pointed towards the painting on your wall, it probably didn’t make much sense to most, but Joel seemed to be in awe at it.

“I made that.” Even you had to stop and admire it, and you see it everyday. “With what?” Joel questioned you.

“Watercolor paint.”

Joel raised his eyebrows. “How’d you get that?” You humped your shoulders. “Bought it.”

“From?”

“A friend.”

“How’d they get it?”

“A friend.”

“How’d their friend get it?”

“Their sister.”

“How’d their sister get it?”

“A smuggler.”

“Which one?”

“I don’t know.”

Joel nodded, “Good to know you’re a good liar. I’m coming with you guys on this run, I get 70%, you both get 30%.”

“What?” You were so appalled, you dropped the act. “70/30? You weren't even supposed to be coming.”

Joel tilted his head, “Gotcha.” Damnit.

You sighed, “At least tell me the 70/30 thing is a joke.”

“Oh yeah, it’s 60/40.”

“40 for you, 60 for us, right?”

“No, 60 for me, 40 for you both.”

You were about to argue when you got a knock at the door, you approached the door cautiously and opened it. Omar. You stepped aside and allowed him to come in.

You spoke to him as he walked in. “You’re early, I’ve still got like 30 minutes.” You went to shut the door when someone put their shoe in it, preventing it from closing. You pulled the door back open in confusion, your boyfriend. What was he doing here? Your intrusive thoughts told you to run towards him and knock him off the railing, but instead you looked at him with a blank expression.

“Um… yes?”

“I’m uh-”

You should totally punch him in his throat.

“I’m coming on today's run.”

“Oh.”

You stepped out of the doorway to let him come in.

Joel cleared his throat, “You didn’t tell me there was someone else coming.”

Omar humped his shoulders.

Joel sighed, “Hold on... Aren’t you guys -”

You interrupted. “Alright, we should get going.”

You guys had finally made it, you reached for your gun and approached the building when Omar grabbed your shoulder.

“Let me go in.”

Your face scrunched in confusion, “What? Why? I always go in.”

“I know but… I think maybe you and Joel should keep watch while we go in.”

You threw your hands up in defeat and walked back over to Joel who seemed to have his eye on your boyfriend. You watched the men disappear into the building and the air fell silent.

“So, uh… you said it’s your birthday.”

“Mhmm.”

“How old are you?”

“20.”

“Hm.” Joel nodded.

“And you?”

“34.”

“Oh.”

The air fell silent again, but you were far too introverted to start another conversation. A cold chill ran through your body, and you could tell something wasn’t right.

“Joel?” You looked over at him to find him already staring.

“Yeah?”

“Never mind, I forgot.” You lied; you didn’t want the man to think you were insane.

“Too young to be forgetting things that quickly.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Once again, the silence creeped back in.

“I like your hair.”

You turned over to Joel, fighting the urge to smile.

“Oh, thank you. I like your hair too!”

Joel laughed, “Sure you do.”

“I’m serious! The salt and pepper thing looks good on you!”

“Salt and pepper?” Joel tilted his head in confusion.

“I don’t know, I saw it in this book I was reading.”

Joel chuckled, as did you.

“I know it’s like… black or brown with gray bits in it.’’

Joel nodded. “Alright then.”

You smiled, you were okay with the silence now. “What’s that book you were reading?” He asked to break the ice that somehow kept coming back.

“The salt and pepper one?” He nodded.

“Um…” Now, it’s not like you were lying about the book. You really did read that. You just weren’t necessarily sure how to tell Joel you read porn books for entertainment.

“C’mon, I don’t judge.” Joel nudged your shoulder.

“Are you- there’s no way you’re this open with everyone.” You attempted to change the subject.

“I’m not. But you seem interesting. So… book name?”

“Uh.. you- do you- are you gonna like.. read it or something?”

“Jesus, is it a playboy or something?” Joel chuckled, “Just tell me.”

“1000 tales of lust. Written by black women around the world.” You answered while looking at the ground.

Silence sat for a few seconds. ‘Volume 1.” You added.

“Oh.” Joel sounded embarrassed for you. “I didn’t know you were like -”

Joel stopped in the middle of his sentence, and then you heard it. A truck approaching. “Fuck.” Joel muttered to himself. “What’s the time?”

“12”

“AM or PM?” Joel asked frantically.

You narrowed your eyes, “Does it look like it’s 12am?”

Your smartass response ticked Joel off, but he was still looking to protect you. “Get behind me.” He ducked behind an old truck with his gun drawn, you did as he said.

You both listened as the truck stopped and what sounded like 3 FEDRA soldiers hopped out.

“You sure it was supposed to be happening here?”

“Yeah, the note told the guy to meet him here for the deal.”

“Ugh. Do we really have to chase down this guy? You know how many of our men die trying to do shit like this? People don’t play around about their drugs man.”

“Whatever.”

You tried to move closer to the edge of the truck to get a better look when Joel turned towards you with his hand out.

“I wanna see.”

You whispered, Joel rolled his eyes and quietly scooted you in front of him.

You looked around the corner, the FEDRA soldiers had their guns drawn and they were about to enter the building when one of them turned their head in your direction, you ducked back behind the car as he silently approached. His footsteps were soft, but you could still hear them getting closer.

Joel slowly reached for his gun, “When I say go, you run.” Joel whispered into your ear.

“What about Omar?”

“He’ll be fine.”

Joel closed his eyes as the truck creaked quietly as he repositioned himself and gestured for you to do the same. You and Joel locked eyes, his gaze was so mesmerizing. Your romantic moment was quickly shattered as Joel lifted himself in one quick motion and shot the approaching FEDRA soldier. “Go!”

You pushed yourself off the ground and ran for the top of the hill, you heard bullets fly back and forth but it wasn’t until you stopped for a split second to make sure Joel was okay that it happened. You felt a burning sensation as a bullet zipped past your side, then a bullet to your hip sent you tumbling back down.

You struggled to draw breath as you clutched your stomach, Joel yelled out your name, but you couldn’t respond. Everything was so… blurry?

You woke up with Joel standing over you, he let out a sigh of relief when he saw you were alright. The adrenaline had worn off and now your hip was aching, the pain made you groan out as you tried to get up from the couch.

“Don’t move.” Joel instructed, “You’ll just make it worse.”

You fell back onto the couch and put your hand over your forehead with a sigh.

“For what it's worth the bullet didn’t go through you. Grazed you real bad though.”

“Where’s Omar?”

“He just got back an hour or so ago.’’

You nodded as you fixed your gaze on the ceiling again.

“I guess you don’t care too much for the other guy.”

You sighed, “Nope. Not really.”

“Ex-boyfriend?”

You yawned as you tugged your arms into your shirt. “Nope, current boyfriend. Caught him with someone else yesterday though.”

Joel's eyebrows scrunched together in disapproval. “And you’re still with him because…?”

‘Not like I can do any better.”

Joel looked physically appalled. “What- what do you mean? Sure you can you’re- you’re a pretty girl.”

You smiled, ready to compliment him back when the front door swung open. You tried to lift yourself over the couch cushions to see who it was, you assumed it was Omar until you heard a woman’s voice.

‘’Joel, we needa go. Right now. Robert has an offer and-”

The woman walked around as she spoke and stopped mid-sentence when she saw you.

“Who’s that?”

Joel stood up from his chair, “The girl that’s been smuggling with Omar.”

She scoffed and whispered something to Joel, she walked off laughing but Joel didn’t seem to be amused.

“My hip feels fine, I can go.” You stood up from the couch and tried to reach for your bag when Joel stopped you.

“Stay here…please.”

You sank back onto the couch and Joel threw his bag over his shoulders, “I’ll only be a minute, birthday girl.”

Birthday girl.

You hadn’t even realized you’d drifted back to sleep, and your hip felt pretty good. You stood up and stretched, walking around Joel’s apartment for a while, you went into the bathroom to pee before Joel got back. You tapped your sneakers on the tile and your eyes fell upon something… shiny?

A condom wrapper, gross.

You finished up and walked over to the bedroom, you checked to make sure nobody was home before jumping onto the bed, it was so much fluffier than that crap you had back at your apartment. And the sheets… the pillows, they smelled just like him. While you sat in silence, you couldn’t help but wish Joel was wasting those condoms on you. You knew it was wrong to think of Joel in that manner, but you couldn't help it.

Thoughts of Joel, the way he must’ve carried you into the apartment in a panic and checked up on you, the way his heart must’ve skipped a beat when he saw your body hit the ground. If only he wasn’t so closed off, more importantly, so much older. Before you could even think about what you were doing, your hands were buried in your panties, fantasizing about Joel.

Your back arched as your imagination took you on a journey, what if Joel came back right now and saw you. Saw you with your pants at your ankles and your hand between your legs going to work. What if he told you to keep going, and told his lady friend to go do something, didn’t matter what, just some pointless task to get her out of the house for a few minutes so he could give you the fucking you deserve. Ugh, what if?

You grabbed your breasts as your hips bucked up into your hand, approaching climax. Your moans quickened and grew louder. So loud, you didn’t hear Joel’s boots approaching the bedroom. The door opened and you tried to cover yourself.

“Oh my-!” Joel turned his head out of the bedroom while you squirmed.

“Joel, I… I am so sorry.”

You apologized to him as you struggled to pull your pants back up.

“It’s… it’s fine.”

You looked up, Joel was red as ever. You stood up from the bed and approached Joel. “I’m really sorry. Let’s just forget this happened, yea?”

Joel smiled, eyes still wide as dinner plates. “I’m… I’m literally never going to forget that.” He chuckled.

You groaned, the moment was abruptly interrupted when the front door swung open.

“Your lady is home.”

“Tess.” Joel looked at the floor, he seemed upset the moment had to end.

“I should probably get going.”

Joel nodded.

“Night, Joel.”

“Night, Birthday girl.”

#joel miller #the last of us #joel miller x black!reader #joel miller x f!reader #part 1

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pesterloglog · 2 months

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Gamzee Makara, John Egbert, Roxy Lalonde, Dave Strider, Karkat Vantas, Jake English, Jade Harley

Candy, page 15

GAMZEE: OoOpS mOtHeRfUcKeRs.

JOHN: oops???

ROXY: its fine gamz

ROXY: accidents happen

ROXY: um

ROXY: hey thx everyone for joining me today

ROXY: wow now that im up here its like

ROXY: idk

ROXY: i have no idea what to say

ROXY: and i guess thats cuz there IS nothing to say

ROXY: theres no words to describe how i felt about dirk strider

ROXY: and even tho he left a note that had hella words in it

ROXY: they might as well have been sayin nothing

ROXY: which is just like dirk i guess

ROXY: to leave us with a load of bullshit and no idea why he did what he did

ROXY: so im just gonna say that

ROXY: im glad that he was in my life

ROXY: and give it over to someone whos way more eloquent than me

DAVE: hey guys

DAVE: wanna apologize in advance cuz this is about to get a lil real

DAVE: realer than that three quarters of a corpse im standing about two feet from right now

DAVE: i mean i totally hate to ruin everyones mood on a day where weve gathered to think deep thoughts about how one of us just went and fucking offed themselves

DAVE: not like were gonna be stumbling through our lives constantly experiencing intrusive thoughts about this specific event or anything

DAVE: hey remember what our good pal dirk looked like with no head

DAVE: p hard to forget since getting decapitated was like his third favorite hobby

DAVE: so its not so much the body thats the problem but the sorta

DAVE: existential realization of finality i guess

DAVE: though i aint gonna lie the bodys starting to stink

DAVE: sorry all that shit i just said was a load of absolute bull meant to deflect from the fact that im pretty shook about this

DAVE: i used to do that a lot

DAVE: like basically every time i opened my mouth

DAVE: most of you know this but i had a kinda shitty childhood

DAVE: not gonna go into details but

DAVE: long story short it was technically my good ol bro-dad heres fault

DAVE: not this specific version of him

DAVE: the one i grew up with was a

DAVE: a

DAVE: he was

DAVE: he was just an absolute bastard no offense to the dead

DAVE: yeah ok sure he taught me a ton of shit that if were being generous was in theory useful

DAVE: but he didnt give a single solitary shit about raising a well adjusted kid

DAVE: or

DAVE: raising a kid in general

DAVE: i was more like his disciple

DAVE: and all that mattered was his grand design or wtf ever

DAVE: and i know dirk struggled with

DAVE: you know

DAVE: the idea that he could eventually become that kind of person

DAVE: or even worse that he was somehow cosmically fated to become that person no matter what he wanted or did to prevent it

DAVE: thats prolly how he managed to off himself in the first place considering how the mechanics of god tier works

DAVE: maybe hed been struggling with that the whole time weve been here on earth c

DAVE: who knows with him

DAVE: he was always so inside his own head i cant even imagine what insane train of thought led him to decide that this was his only option

DAVE: but i dont think hed want us beating ourselves up about it

DAVE: or torturing ourselves trying to figure out what it fucking meant

DAVE: esp jake jane and roxy

DAVE: he loved you guys and wouldnt do anything to hurt you

DAVE: well not intentionally i mean

DAVE: anyway all that shit about my bro

DAVE: im over that

DAVE: like as much as you can get over it

DAVE: theres a subconscious response to certain stimuli you cant exactly rewire

DAVE: but the conscious part of my brain is all like

DAVE: shit dude

DAVE: i feel great

DAVE: wtf is hypervigilance??

DAVE: i love being alive and having all these friends who care about me and dont beat the shit out of me every day of my life

DAVE: etc

DAVE: and part of thats cause i got to be friends with dirk

DAVE: it was great getting to know this rad version of my childhood guardian who wasnt completely batshit insane

DAVE: and like just chill with him

DAVE: shoot the shit and freestyle or debate dumb crap without it being a federal fucking issue

DAVE: and more than that he treated me like i was on the level with him

DAVE: he let me give him shit for being a pretentious blowhard every day of his life

DAVE: which i did

DAVE: but despite that i

DAVE: i looked up to him

DAVE: the way i always felt like i should have been looking up to my bro

DAVE: the way i WANTED to look up to my bro but couldnt

DAVE: dirk taught me so much shit i didnt know i needed from him

DAVE: i mean picking up dirks opinions was unavoidable if you ever hung out with him considering he never shut his fucking mouth

DAVE: but im glad he didnt

DAVE: he taught me about combat

DAVE: philosophy

DAVE: life

DAVE: and im sure had he not killed himself the literal day i was finally gonna ask him romantic advice

DAVE: he wouldve taught me about love too

DAVE: so in the end

DAVE: i really got no idea how the fuck im supposed to feel right now

DAVE: but thats probably ok right

DAVE: like its ok

DAVE: to not know how to feel when someone dies

DAVE: its ok to not have all the answers

DAVE: i wish dirk were still alive so i could tell him that

DAVE: but hes not

DAVE: so

DAVE: i guess thats all i got to say about that

ROXY: anyone else have a eulogy theyd like to give

ROXY: i think the best way we can honor dirks memory at this point

ROXY: is to spew an untold number of words into the void

ROXY: as many as we fuckin can

GAMZEE: WhAt’S uP oN tHiS mOsT rIgHtEoUs AnD fRoWnY Of DaYs My BiTcHeS. :’o(

KARKAT: OH MY GOD

KARKAT: NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR ANYTHING YOU HAVE TO SAY, GAMZEE.

GAMZEE: HaHaHaHa YoU sTiLl GoT iT bRoThEr.

GAMZEE: mY mOtHeRfUcKeR oF cOmEdY’s In ThA pRaYbLoCk! ThAt MiRtHfUl NoIsE yOu HoLlEr StIlL sLaPs My MaNg.

KARKAT: IT’S NOT A FUCKING JOKE.

GAMZEE: NiNjAs AnD gEnTlEhOeS!

GAMZEE: We GaThEr Up At ThIs ShRiNe Of WoRsHiP tO wHaTeVeR fAlSe IdOlS oR mEsSiAhS tHeSe HoMiEs GeT tHeIr DeVoTiOn On FoR.

GAMZEE: BuT tHaT’s Ok, BeCaUsE wE’rE mOtHeRfUcKiN uNiFiEd ToDaY, nO mAtTeR wHaT oUr BaD aNd DiFfErEnT bElIeFs SaY aT uS tO oUr PiEtY pAnS.

GAMZEE: We CoMe In CeLeBrAtIoN oF tHe LiFe! :o)

GAMZEE: aNd DeAtH. :o(

GAMZEE: Of ThE oNe AnD oNlY, a TrUlY cHoIcE pIeCe Of MaN-bItCh WhAt WhOm I hArDlY eVeR kNeW:

GAMZEE: tHe DiRkStEr.

KARKAT: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

GAMZEE: ThEn, YoU mIgHt Be Up AnD wOnDeRiNg, WhAt PlAcE hAvE i GoT aLl OrAtInG oN tHe SuBjEcT oF tHe LeGeNd Of ThIs FiNe FeLlOw?

GAMZEE: tHaT’s A gOoD qUeStIoN mY mIrThFuL bRoThErS.

GAMZEE: i MaY nOt Be AlL uP aNd LeArNeD aBoUt HiS lIfE, bUt I’vE gOt DeEp SpIrItAl CoNnEcTiOnS tO hIs DeAtH.

GAMZEE: It JuSt So HaPpEnEd ThAt FaTe BrOuGhT mE tO hIs DoOrStEp On ThE vErY dAy ThAt He WeNt AnD mOtHeRfUcKiNg ChOkEd It OfF aT tHe NeCk.

GAMZEE: oNe Of ThE mOsT sPiRiTuAlLy AwAkEnInG mOmEnTs In My LiFe...

GAMZEE: In SuCh A sHoRt TiMe He TaUgHt Me So MuCh.

GAMZEE: ThIs WaS nO cOiNcIdEnCe. It WaS a HiGhEr PoWeR gUiDiNg My PaTh.

GAMZEE: tHeSe PoWeRs MaDe SuRe ThAt I wOuLd Be ThErE, tO rEcEiVe A gReAt WaRrIoR’s FiNaL mEsSaGe, AnD rElAy It To YoU oN tHiS dArK aNd DrEaRy DaY oF dEaTh.

GAMZEE: HoNk!

GAMZEE: AwWw, ShIzZ. i GuEsS i’Ve GoT tO uP aNd WiNg It!

GAMZEE: YoU eVeR wAkE uP aNd SiT dOwN tO dRoP a FaT oNe In ThE lOaD gApEr, BuT yOuR fLeSh BoDy JuSt AiN’t ReAdY tO gO aNd DoOk It OuT yEt?

GAMZEE: tHaT’s WhAt LiFe WaS lIkE fOr ThE d-MaN.

GAMZEE: A mAn BoRn WiTh A pUrPoSe. A pLaN.

GAMZEE: bUt ThE wIcKeD wAyS oF tHiS wOrLd StOlE tHaT aWaY fRoM hIm...

ROXY: WOW WASNT THAT GREAT FOLKS!

ROXY: WOW JUST WOW I KNEW THIS GUY WOULDNT LET US DOWN

ROXY: BRAVO!!! DAMN I FEEL LIKE IF I NEVER HEARD ANOTHER WORD THIS GUY EVER SAID THATD BE FINE BECAUSE THAT WAS ALL JUST SO *PERFECT*

ROXY: ANYTHING MORE WOULD ONLY DAMPEN THIS PERFECT MEMORY HE GAVE US!

ROXY: TAKE A BOW GAMZEE AND THEN OH YEAH THE EXITS THAT WAY!

GAMZEE: hOoOoOoOoOnK.

ROXY: (hey dude can u get up there and say somethin as like...)

ROXY: (a palate cleanser?)

JAKE: Gulp! Uh...

ROXY: (he was your best bro! come on man surely u got somethin in ur heart to say)

JAKE: Oh... Okay.

ROXY: hay everybody its jakes turn!

ROXY: hes got a few words hed like to say about our dear departed buddy

JOHN: (oh for fuck’s sake.)

JOHN: uhh, hi guys!

DAVE: hey

KARKAT: I SEE THAT EVEN YOU COULDN’T BEAR GAMZEE’S ASININE, BRUTAL AND 100% NONCONSENSUAL ASSAULT ON YOUR LISTEN CRATERS, AND ALSO THE BASIC DECENCY WHICH SAPIENT BEINGS APPARENTLY OWE TO ONE ANOTHER ON THIS PLANET.

JOHN: no, um, actually i listened to the entire thing.

JOHN: i have no idea why i did that. now i have this whole memory in my head that i could have definitely lived without.

JOHN: i was just worried... because you didn’t come back.

JOHN: dave, are you ok?

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: well no

DAVE: but its ok to not be ok about this specific thing i think

DAVE: so for once i think im having like

DAVE: a totally unironically normal emotional reaction to a thing

DAVE: which loops around back to being ok

DAVE: in fact im probs the okayest ive ever been objectively

JOHN: are you SURE?

KARKAT: THAT WAS HALF A HUNDRED WORDS TO EXPRESS A THREE LETTER SENTIMENT.

KARKAT: I’D SAY HE’S DOING FINE.

JOHN: hmm.

JOHN: because i was thinking...

JOHN: do you... want me to go back?

DAVE: go

DAVE: back??

JOHN: with my retcon powers.

JOHN: i could go back and stop him.

DAVE: dude

KARKAT: JOHN!

JOHN: what!

KARKAT: DO YOU NOT HAVE AN INCH OF GODDAMN SENSE IN THAT THICK FUCKING SKULL OF YOURS?

JOHN: what!!!

DAVE: john

DAVE: come on what are my powers

JOHN: ummm... time travel?

DAVE: so you dont think i wouldve already done that if i thought it was a good idea

JOHN: well ok yeah, obviously.

JOHN: but if you DID do it we wouldn’t even know right now because it would’ve just made a new timeline where dirk didn’t kill himself. that’s how time travel works, right?

DAVE: ehhh well actually

JOHN: but!

JOHN: if i retcon it...

JOHN: then it’s like it never even happened!

JOHN: we wouldn’t have had this horrible funeral at all.

DAVE: i dunno dude thats

DAVE: a little fucked up actually

JOHN: you think so?

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: dirk was a complicated guy

DAVE: dude obviously had reasons for doing what he did

DAVE: if you go back and just rewrite his decision

DAVE: thats like denying him his personal autonomy

JOHN: huh. i... didn’t think about it that way.

JADE: dave!!! roxys wondering where you are

DAVE: oh yeah be right there

JADE: what about you karkat? you coming??

KARKAT: YES! GOD!

KARKAT: CAN’T A MAN STAND ON A MOIST AND DREARY PIECE OF RELIGIOUS PROPERTY TO HELP CONSOLE HIS MAIN BRO?!

KARKAT: JESUS FUCK, GOD FORBID WE UPSET THE CAREFULLY ORCHESTRATED FUNERAL PROGRAMMING WHICH JUST FEATURED A SEGMENT WHEREIN A DEEPLY UNPOPULAR CLOWN PISSED HIMSELF IN FRONT OF THE CLAMORING PAPARAZZI!

JADE: oh lord... you dumb baby

JADE: karkat it looks to ME like youre the one third wheeling dave and johns poignant brotimes

JADE: so why dont you get your butt on over here???

KARKAT: ARGH... FINE!

DAVE: john

DAVE: i get what you were trying to do

DAVE: but

DAVE: its ok dude

DAVE: im ok

JOHN: that’s weird...

JOHN: it was working just the other day.

ROXY: lmao john its just me

ROXY: doin ok up there b?

JOHN: i’m fine!!!

JOHN: wait. b?

ROXY: yea like short for babe

ROXY: cuz ur my babe b

JOHN: oh, haha. right.

ROXY: is dave ok?

JOHN: yeah, i guess.

JOHN: ...

JOHN: are YOU okay?

ROXY: yea

ROXY: actually

ROXY: im more than ok

ROXY: cause ive been thinking

JOHN: oh?

ROXY: about you n me

ROXY: and this

ROXY: hey john

ROXY: we should get hitched

JOHN: ummmmmm...

JOHN: um...

JOHN: ...what???

ROXY: um what WHAT?

ROXY: john cmon

ROXY: marry me

JOHN: like...

JOHN: right NOW?

ROXY: lmao totes

ROXY: were already at the church n everything

JOHN: o-oh my god.

JOHN: oh my god!

ROXY: john

JOHN: oh my god, are you serious??

ROXY: no LOL

ROXY: john u take everything so literally

ROXY: its fuckin adorbs

JOHN: is that... why you want to marry me?

ROXY: yea

ROXY: im off the charts with all my jokes n shit

ROXY: and i gotta even all that out

ROXY: with this like HUGE helping of clueless nerd :)

JOHN: roxy...

ROXY: ok but lets be serious here moment

ROXY: i actually do love that youre so earnest

ROXY: its cute as fuck and also

ROXY: i always know where i stand with you

JOHN: roxy...

ROXY: sides this whole

ROXY: THING with dirk

ROXY: its made me realize that even though were immortal

ROXY: were not necessarily gonna live forever

ROXY: lifes too short not to spend every moment with the one u love

JOHN: you...

JOHN: LOVE me??

ROXY: yea john i love you

ROXY: wanna marry u and spend the rest of my life with u and pop out a bunch of cute lil buck toothed babies with you

JOHN: oh, uh. haha, wow. roxy that’s um.

JOHN: that’s a LOT.

ROXY: well you dont gotta answer rn

ROXY: just know its on the table

JOHN: i...

JOHN: ok.

JOHN: ok, let’s... let’s do it!

ROXY: ooo u want to do it??

JOHN: yeah!

JOHN: er... i mean...

JOHN: um, yeah. that too.

JOHN: but i meant...

JOHN: about the getting married thing.

JOHN: let’s... do that!

JOHN: let’s totally get married!!

ROXY: omg

ROXY: were gonna be SO freakin happy!

#homestuck #homestuck epilogues #gamzee makara #john egbert #roxy lalonde #dave strider #karkat vantas #jake english #jade harley #candy epilogue #page 15

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el-velvis · 2 years

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Elvis x reader!

Warnings: sadness, m. of death, anxiety, fear of abandonment, mention of self harm, angst!

Story: You are locked at home, something is wrong, you dont feel the same...loved anymore....Elvis is some where outside and you are alone...

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"Found you when your heart was broke,

I filled your cup until it overflowed,

Took it so far to keep you close,

I was afraid to leave you on your own"

Tears were falling down your cheeks, lying on the bed hugging the pillow listening to this song that was like a friend to you,from the middle school this song was always there in your headphones, you wanted to fall in to a dark and deep hole and disappear from everyone and everything, you were sure that this day has been last more that it should have.

Your room was dark from the courtains that you closed after you returned home, your face was a mess, your makeup was now rolling down your cheeks and under your eyes, your ponytail was now soft , no longer on how at the beginning of the day.

"Tell me how's it feel sittin' up there,

Feeling so high but too far away to hold me,

You know I'm the one who put you up there,

Name in the sky,

Does it ever get lonely?"

You thought that maybe today would have been different from others, but, it didn't change anything, you felt anger and sadness in your body, you wanted to cry again and scream and punch the pillow, but it wouldn't help in any way.

You knew very well that the week would go on getting worse, you didn't want to leave the house anymore, you felt like crap, you didn't deserve to be in that bed. Thinking about it you don't know why you felt like this, everytime you were trying to relax or have fun, some intrusive thoughts crossed your mind like a fast falling star in the black and blue sky.

"y-you stupid... It's all your fault ... W-wha-what is wrong with you" you said to yourself, your voice was broken, another tear left your right eye, you couldn't even create sentences that you were broking more.

"Gave love 'bout a hundred tries,

Just running from the demons in your mind,

Then I took yours and made 'em mine,

I didn't notice 'cause my love was blind"

This sentece makes you bursting into tears,your demons in your mind were the love that you always gave to the wrong person, you always tried to give the best for your partner but it never return anything back, your lips were now crushing together to hide the horrible hiccups that you were doing, you tightened the pillow more and more trying to imagine someone who would be for you always, at that moment no one came to mind, you just tried not to think about how unlucky your life was...

"p-piece of sh-hit...." other curse words comes out your mouth, insulting you for something you didn't even know what it was, but you wanted to believe that the reason for your hatred and sadness life was your fault.

At some point the phone ring and you jump from the sound, you didn't want to answer, your legs were weak and your body was trembling, you didn't have the force to get up from the bed... After some rings there were silence, you thought that maybe the person that was now calling would leave you alone, you didn't want to deal with some shitty chats on the phone like "how are you?" "whats wrong with you, is everything fine?" "how's life been doing?" etc...

Your vision was now becoming blurry from all the tears that were falling down your eyes, your pillow was now all wet and your makeup was now splattered on the pillow, youre lips were trembling, all youre body was shaking, and more you listen to the lyrics of the Song and more the thought to slap and bit yourself for just existing was growing.

At some point your mind began to wander through the memories, one of them in particular happened a week ago, it was the week when Elvis had just left and you then stayed alone at home, obviously you did not expect to suffer so much his lack but in a way you were also very happy for him because he had left the city to go and record one of his new piece, You were really very happy for him because you had helped him from the beginning to overcome the insicuritues that sometimes he had and for sure you state close to him.

In the following days it happened that you were coming back from school when at a certain point one of the popular girls approaches you and starts to disturb you, you obviously knew what they wanted to tell you so you tried to walk faster, but that was not enough to stop them so they approaches "hy! But how are you! What a randomness to see both after School! Anyway I don't want to rush things and say something that maybe I should not say but... I heard that someone has left you" she said with a cocky tone you in that moment were very perplexed because you did not know what she was talking about, she saw your interogative expression and showed you a journal to show you the "proof".

It was a photo of Elvis and a girl who are kissing on it, So you at that moment already knowing very well what were the intentions of the girls were so you immediately said "I know what you want to do! stop immediatelyand leave me alone! you are just jealous..." she does not make you finish talking and continues "you know I do not quite catch how it is possible that a boy like him has managed to find a girl like you.. I mean look at him..." this quotes hits you so hard, back then and even now... You didn't want to stay and listen to a fan girl that was just crazy over someone....

The quote burn in your head for all the weak, but you didn't know that it was not the only thing that would have been difficult, two days before you started to be bullied at school, you were just trying to take notes and learn new things but the popular's girls and other people started to tormenting you obviously because you were his girlfriend.. They always try to teased you, you ran and ran away but every day that passed it was more difficult to overcome the thing, your life was becoming hell.

You tried so many Times to call Elvis, trying to reach for comfort but.. No one ever answered the phone, and more the days passed and more your thoughts became more heavy.

Why he never called me back then..

What he's doing right now..

You started think that maybe it was your fault if he started to date someone else...you weren't sure about that but the photos were evidente enough... Maybe you were not enough, you were not worthy

you are not.

The bruises you had on your legs and belly were just the beginning... It was all becoming too much.

All of a sudden the phone ringed again, you stare at the direction were the phone was lying, you decide then to got up and slowly put yourself up a bit, you could feel the pain in your neck and your back, your troath was screaming pain for all the scream you had before, you pull yourself up slowly place on the sheets the headphones and start walking to respond the phone, you arrived in front of it and didn't know what to do, you stare at the cornet for a little and then your pale hand just moves, picked up and put the telephone near your ear , you didnt respond immediatly you just wait a little, your breath was now forcing to stay normal,it was sheaky your palms were now all wet for the sweat, then you heard on the other line somone.

"y/n? Y/n are you there honey?" you heard a familiar voice, a deep and gentle voice tone was now speaking "y/n! If you are there please answer me!" the boy said trying to get an answer from you, you remained silent staring at the void, your eyes began to get wet again and turn red, you didn't want to hear him, not him....you didn't answer him.

"baby please! Im here now! What's wrong? What's gotten in to you those days? Im so worried about you!" he said with a presumibly worried tone, you scoffed at that phrase and finally spoke "worried...mh..." he seem so happy that you answered "oh god thank you! You are here! I missed you so much hon-" you didn't let him finish the sentence that you scream at him "DON'T!" you could feel the troath that was now closing without saliva and felt the pain increase, there were a moment of silent before his response "honey?....what's wrong why are you-" he said "i. Said...." you take a big sigh "d-on't call me... Pet names..." you answered with your trembling voice, he was shocked from your reaction, he didn't realize what was happening and he was worried about you, but you didn't know that "listen Elvis.. I don't want to talk or... Even see you understand? Im not feeling good right now and i really dont want no one with me..." he than respond immediatly "what? Oh baby don't be like this plea-" "I SAID DON'T CALL ME THAT, I HATE THAT! just stop trying to make it like you care about me because all you ever have done was just caring about that stupid carrier of yours and never AND I SAY NEVER GAVE A DAMN ABOUT ME...." you started crying, tears were falling down like waterfalls and your voice was now cracking " i-i was... I-... Oh god.... " silence from the other part of the phone, you wanted to end your life right there in that moment" i-i never wanted something like this... I never did something bad to the world and i think... I don't deserve this kind of relationship... Maybe i am the wrong one here, maybe i deserve all this hate.... I don't know... I-i geniually don't have the idea why i-i..im like this.! .." your voice was now all high and hiccups... Your face was all red for the pain of your troath and for your tears..." you... Left me Elvis, i was so happy about you that i geniually didn't care about the long distante between is but, i heard.... Some rumors.... About you... An-and i j-just....didn't expect that, that's all" he realized what you were talking about because for his job he had to do so many works with other people, and most of them were girls...he started talk again "No no! Y/n i swear is not like that! It was only for work really!" he tried to explain but you didn't want to listen, weren't able anymore to talk and all he could hear was you crying and screaming, your knees get weaker and you fall to your knees, a tumb was heard from the other side of the call.

"i-i don' know... I-i just wanted to be loved and... And all i recived was nothing!...i-Im sorry i - if i did something wrong! I-i didn't mean too..." he remain silent, no words cane out of his mouth, he was just pissed with himself, all the words that wanted to tell you in that moment were now vanished from his mind, he wanted to tell you how much he missed you because... He loved you... His job was so messed up and uncontrollable that he had to stay away from you for so long, it never happened before, he didn't imagine such a thing, now hearing your cold and hurted words he just wanted to beat himself hard until he let the blood out of his temples, he never wanted such a thing to happen...

"y/n....believe me please, i didn't do anything.. And all you saw is just some stupid journalist that like to create new story even if they're not real.. Please, i would never do such a thing to you.. A-and" you could hear his voice trembling, his jaw narrow and tried to speak up " i didn' t know 'bout all of that...'m so sorry i wasn't there... You should have called me y' know.." he said "should have called you? Are-are you joking?" you said with all the air in your lungs "i-i tried so many Times Elvis but you weren't there... YOU WEREN'T THERE, EVEN FOR ONE CALL! So stop saying bullshit because we all know how it is..." you said with a cold and angry tone, your words were shiny and sharp as a knife.

Before he could respond after you calmed a bit yourself, took deep breath you finally spoke "I-i think... Elvis i think i better go now, maybe you are right, maybe it was just my imagination..." there was a time if silence of you too and then you chuckle a bit "you know... I always thought that one day i would be loved and for the first time i was just happy and all but, i think i was just stupid and egoista to think something like that... Maybe i dont deserve anything of This.... Maybe..." after that you said something that made chills ran down his spine "maybe i don't deserve this life..."

What you were talking about, he thought for a second and you continue ".... Thank you for everything Elvis .. I loved you..." you were breaking up with him, with your voice that was now all high and crucked you then didn't even listen to what he was saying that you end up the call.

You, on your knees, staring at nothing, tears that were still falling down your cheeks, your life now ended in a second, one call changed your life upside down... You got up weakly, trying to Sand with your hands on the wall and the start walking towards the bed, you fall on it and in a minute you were sleeping. All your life you had imagined finding a person who was always by your side, you were lucky enough to find Elvis, but going on with time as much as you could be close to him it seemed that he was moving away from you, all your memories with him were now just a black cloud that went away like a long rainy day that now disappeared.

That Magic sparkle that was growing in the beginning was now only a hole, a big hole in your heart.

you know that you wouldn't get up from that bed for a long time.

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Hi guys i hope you like this, in This period i dont feel so good, I wanted to represent the situation a bit, i hope there aren't much grammar error, let me know if you want a continue or if you have an idea for a next story, love you! ❤️

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