#We're talking to no one we're just relaxing :)" and was adamant on that but in a good mood so I was like OK. Obviously he just weirdly wants

[roadkillremi]

HEY!! i have rq!! would u be willing to write abt poly! ghostface (if u dont write for that then do stu) summoning a succubus reader (fem pls!!) to help with the killings or them doing the ritual out of boredom while drunk/high??? PLS AND TY!!

Omg! Yes!!!!! I did some quick research and i hope you like it!!

(if you don't know what a succubus is, think of Jennifer's body. )

Searching

Poly!Billy and Stu x F!Succubus!Reader

MasterList

Summary : the ask above

Warning : MINORS DNI! "Demon ritual", mentions killing, underaged drinking, smut, p in V, unprotected, voyeurism, anal, creampie. characters are 18+

It was another night for Billy and Stu. They spent hours talking about girls and watching TV. They've both drunk any beer they could get their hands on. Stu was laughing at the TV even when it wasn't funny. Billy stared off into the distance as if he was distracted.

"Stu."

"hmm?" He glanced over wide eyed at Billy. Billy leaned forward putting his elbows on his knees.

"I saw this movie... Def by temptation..".

"here we go!" Stu laughed. Billy glared, "Have you heard of a succubus?". Stu shrugged, "Uh the demon girl? Like Lilith with Adam and eve??". Billy went silent, "My mom randomly takes the family to church okay?" Stu took a sip of his beer.

"Yeah okay. What if we tried to summon one?". Stu busted out laughing, "like that'd work!".

"Oh c'mon.. you're not scared..are ya?" Billy teased. Stu knitted his eyebrows, "No.". Billy smiled, "Where's your computer?".

"My dad's office." Stu said looking back at the tv. Billy stood up walking towards his dad's office. Stu looked over and jumped off the couch following him.

"So, we're actually doing this?" Stu asked. Billy kept walking opening the door to the office.

"Yes, Stu." Billy turned the computer on and sat in the office chair. Stu sighed leaning on the desk, "We gotta make this quick or my folks will be pissed about the computer bill.".

"calm down, Stuart." Billy grumbled as his typed quickly. Billy's eyes went wide, "Get chalk and five candles.". Billy signed off the internet and started writing on paper. Stu just stared, "Go!" Billy rushed. Stu left leaving Billy in the office alone.

Once Stu came back with what Billy asked , Billy had a pile of pillows in Stus room.

"What's this for?"

"Her.. it.." Billy took the chalk and drew a pentagram.

"light the candles." Billy muttered, Stu nodded lighting the candles. Billy placed them on the sides of the Pentagram. He then flipped up his hunting blade from his pocket. He sliced down his palm letting his blood hit the paper.

"Stu you gotta do it." Billy pushed the knife towards him. Stu sighed and cut his palm, "she better be hot.". Stu let his blood drip onto the paper.

"what now?" Stu asked looking at the paper.

"take off your clothes." Billy said as he took of his shirt. Stu smiled, "If you wanted to see me naked you could've just asked.". Billy rolled his eyes, he left his boxers on and sat down. Stu sat beside him and waited.

"So..." Stu whispered.

"shut up and relax dipshit." Billy mumbled. Stu nodded and tried to relax his body. Once the boys were fully relaxed the paper lit on fire turning into ashes. Stus eyes widen, "Did you..?" .

"No.." he whispered.

"Of course he didn't I did." You said softly. The boys jumped looking behind them. You smiled, you wore a small piece of black cloth covering your private bits.

"No fucking way..." Stu whispered. You smirked as you walked around his room.

"Was that beer laced?" Billy Whispered.

"I don't think so." Stu responded. You looked at them, "Billy.." you pointed at Billy.

"and Stu.. right?" You then pointed at Stu. The boys nodded, you grinned.

"So.. you boys are known as what the mortals call.. "Ghostface"?".

"How'd.. how'd you know?" Stu blurted. Billy elbowed him, you smiled and sat Infront of them.

"oh sweetie... I know everything.." you gently cup Stus face. Your fingers trail from his cheek to his chin. You smile and then look at Billy.

"Mm. You two don't know much about succubi do you?" You asked softly. They both shook their head.

"Well.. we live off of semen.. and in order for me to protect you we.. bond one might say." You got up again to study Stus room.

"then I'll help kill Sydney." You glance back at them. Stu nodded quickly, Billy just stared.

"How can we trust you?" He asked. You smiled walking towards him, you grabbed his chin making him look up at you.

"Oh Billy.. poor sweet Billy. It wasn't fair was it?... What they did to you. You were only 16 when you found out..". Billy didn't respond, you sat on your knees Infront of him leaning close.

"I won't abandon you.. all you gotta do is call.. and im there." You smile. Billy's eyes soften, "What if you're not?". You tilted your head, "I need you to survive.. both of you. What I need only.. you two can give me..". Billy smirked, "You have dark.. desires.." you whispered. You glanced at Stu, "And you.. you wanna.. be rough.. in way girls don't like.".

"So. The deal is I need semen to keep living. And you have that... Both of you. And i will help with your...chores.". You smile. The boys are silent, "Oh right. Both of you like being dominant.". You leaned back, "Don't be afraid.. I only bite if you want me to..".

Stu was the first to make a move, he leaned forward kissing you. You smiled and kissed him back, he slowly crawled on top of you. You laid back in the pile of pillows, he ran his hands all over your body. You glanced over at Billy who watched intensely.

"I think your friend likes watching you..." You whispered to Stu. He looked over at Billy and then smiled. He went back to kissing you and then your neck. Your head stayed to the side to watch Billy. He tilted his head slightly and leaned close to you.

"What exactly are you?.." Billy whispered. You smiled, "I'm the spawn of Satan herself.". Billy smirked and kissed you. Stu sat up looking down at you, "You're so.. sexy..". Billy also smiled down at you, he then leaned into Stu giving him a kiss. Stus hands slid up your body pushing the fabric up. The two boys stared down in amazement.

"What? I know you two aren't virgins." You smiled. Stus mouth was open slightly as he observed your body. Billy smirked and gently touched your thigh. You smiled as you felt the cold blade bump into your thigh. Billy balanced this blade away from you and watched Stu. Stus fingers slid through your folds.

"Whoa.." he took his fingers out showing how shiny they were. Billy smiled before sucking on Stus fingers. Stu laughed softly, you leaned on your elbows observing them. Billy looked over at you, "Can we tie you up?". You raised your eyebrow, "You can tie my wrists." You offered. He nodded grabbing something to tie them with. He went behind you tying your wrists together. He smiled to himself observing you.

"This is.. unreal.." he whispered. You smiled at him, "Well I'm real so get used to it.". Stu quickly shoved his member in you without warning. Your body jolted and you let out a moan.

"She so fucking wet." Stu moaned out. Billy smirked watching Stu push your thighs close to your head. He held onto them for support as he thrust himself. Billy made you look up at him, "Do you like him fucking you?". You smiled, "Mhm.. best sex I've had in years..".

"oh just you wait.." Billy leaned down to kiss you. Stu continued to pound himself into you abusing your pussy. His head hung low, "Shit!" He shouted. Billy looked over at him, "What?".

"I'm gonna come.. already.." he breathed heavily. You smiled, "Come inside me, baby.. I need you too so bad.". Stu moaned continuing to move forward until he released. His body collapsed on top of you, his head laid on your chest.

"That's the fastest I've ever came..." he whispered. You smirked, "I am a succubus." You reminded him. Billy looked down at Stu, "What if.. we both had her at once..". Stus eyes lit up, "I call ass.". Billy rolled his eyes and moved himself from behind you.

"Get up." He demanded Stu. Stu sat up taking himself out of you. Billy laid down, "Help her onto me..". Stu grabbed your arms and helped you get on top of him. You gently yanked your wrists seeing if you could get out of them. You couldn't.

Billy brought his member into your core as you sunk down. He grunted, "Shit..". Stu smiled widely pushing your body down. He spread your ass as he entered into you. He leaned back and grabbed your tied wrists as leverage.

"I gotta say... I never took two at once.." you admitted. Billy smiled at you, "Here that, Stu? We're her first threesome.". Stu laughs softly, "That's even better.". Billy began to thrust up matching Stus rhythm. Your face was buried into his neck softly moaning.

They continued to use your body for long lengths of time. They collectively came inside of your holes leaving them oozing with their come. You'd whine telling them it was getting to be too much at once. Billy laughed, "Can't handle us?".

You shook your head, "No.." you whined. He chuckled, "Aw.. she's so fucked out of it..". Stu laughed, "She tired from her holes being filled constantly. Did men from the past not fill you up this good?". You shook your head no, they two men laughed.

They untied your wrists and laid you down on the bed. Billy looked over at you, "When will we see you again.".

"Whenever you need me to kill someone..." you whisper. He nods, "Okay..".

"What if.. we miss you?" Stu adds in. You smiled, "Then I'll show up.". The two men nodded, you fluttered your eyes closed disappearing from the bed.

[ironbatpaperturtle]

I love time travel, soo lets do this (btw this is what I interpret is what happened in Eden)

PT 1: Time travel AU

Adam died and wakes back to Eden, only this time it wasn't at the very start. No. It was the time wherein Lilith and Lucifer started getting to know each other.

Secretly meeting up, Lilith avoiding Adam, and Lucifer distracting Adam by appointing duties.

If this was the Adam before, before the whole apple free-well, before the 900 years of trying to stay alive on Earth with his wife Eve, before a millenia or so of living in Heaven witnessing the horrors of Earth and killing his own decendants then he'd feel betrayed, hurt.

But he can't, because this time, oh this time. Adam has a plan. Everyone seems to assume that Adam can't think of plans, but Adams had years of experience and a hoard of brutal bad bitches to respect him, for a reason.

A little out of pocket and unappropriate comments doesn't change that.

Since this Lucifer isn't violent compared to the Lucifer Adam knew in the future then it won't matter how disrespectful he'd be to him.

Now here comes the plan. All Adam had to do was simple really. Nothing. Well not nothing. Specifically he'll act like he still has the hots for Lilith, let them get together and once he gets Eve, teach Eve about snakes.

If Even still eats the apple then Adam won't be fooled. The only reason Adam ate that damned apple was because he didn't want to lose Eve.

But eternal paradise vs a wife he forcefully won't love, bitch it aint rocket science. Besides, even without humanity Adam already knows shit, shit thats relevant like who tf wants jazz? From now on the only songs Adam will sing would be rock. Speaking of rock.

Adam misses his guitar.

He needs to ask an angel to poof him one or something. Making one takes time, not to mention he'd have to make the materials to make one.

Other than Lucifer, the only ones who actually visit would be Michael, rare, and Sera even rarer.

Adam paced in circles, unaware of the baby ducks following behind.

"ADAM!"

"Jesu-- Jezz!" Adam snapped his gaze to the figure in front of him and glared at the Angel.

"Sorry . . . Its just . . . Are you okay?" Lucifers wings shifted unused to the glare presented to him. Adams never looked at him like that before. It was . . . unnerving.

Adam eased his glare, relaxing his shoulders just a tad bit before presenting a wide grin.

"Lucifer!" Adam raised both his arms walking towards Lucifer to engulf him in a hug. Eugh. "I had a . . . dream? Yes I'll call it a dream. I had a dream of playing an instrument of sorts, one that has multiple vines attached to it, I think? And whenever I pull these vines I can create sounds, not just any sounds, but sounds that have melody"

Lucifer brightned up, dreams! Adams having dreams. This could only mean that Adam would soon seek and eat the forbiden fruit. Now he didn't have to keep pressuring Adam, now all three of them would explore what's around Earth, find free will, and create unimaginable ideas.

Granted he has to figure out how to make Lilith and Adam become civil with each other. But he can work on that after the apple.

Adam shifted both of his arms ontop the angels shoulder waiting for his response. C'mon fucker answer.

"Well those could be the instrument harp Sera's always been fond of" Lucifer laughed out, wrapping his arms around the first mans waist.

Tsk

"Ah really? But these are held different"

Lucifer in his current happy mood, didn't register the implications of Adams words. Instead he laughed again "How else would you hold a string instrument, unless we're talking about the fiddle I own"

Shit

Adam bit his lip, the guitar was invented by humans. The only musical instruments Angels know are the Harp, Piano, Fiddle, Flute, Organ and the Viola.

"Ohh" guess Adam would have to make it himself. Fucking weak. "Well I have to go"

Adam pushed himself out of Lucifers grip, turning around and gracefully side stepping the baby ducks that were following him.

"Where will you be going?"

"I'm trying to find my wife, Lilith" with Adams back to Lucifer, Lucifer didn't see how Adams eyes shifted into a glare. And Adam didn't need to look to know how Lucifer became anxious at the mention of her name.

Keep her you filthy wife stealer.

"I see . . . Well you should give her space she's probably doing her chores"

"I would like to invite her to rest with me then, she's probably tired from all those chores, afterall, I haven't seen her in a long time" regardless of how Adam sounded so innocent, a grin couldn't stop itself from forming on his face. He knows how possesive Lucifer is.

"Lilith takes her chores seriously, with precision might I add" Lucifers nervousness was replaced with a stern tone.

Just like Sera. Ugh, boring

"I see, well she can stop to rest with her husband. After all she's mine, is she not?"

Adam quickly wiped the grin off his face, turning back to face Lucifer and present a toothy grin. Finding amusement in Lucifers stern yet scrunched face.

"Would you like to help me?" Adam tilted his head, batting his lashes like how he did when he was mocking Liliths brat.

"Sadly I cannot" Lucifer masked his irritation with a tight-lipped smile. Fake ass "But I hope you will find her"

With that Lucifer vanished in a puff of angelic smoke.

----

"Just yesterday he was yelling at me, telling me about my purpose as his wife" Lilith nervously claimed, her head settled on the angels lap. They sat ontop a large boulder that overlooks the barrier between Eden and whats outside. What could be more.

Lilith closed her eyes, usually Adam wasn't like this, sure he could be a bit overwhelming but this felt . . . different. He would instruct Lilith but he'd do it with a certain tone and body language. This one is like a new different version of Adam. Has something happened?

Days progressed like that, Lilith mushing to Lucifer about how Adams been far more controllive, telling her what and what not to do. He'd even say words that she doesn't know exist. What's a pocket pussy?

Lucifer at this point felt dejected, he didn't think that his first friend would act like this. To his partner of all things. He also thought that when Adam dreamed he'd have a chance of more likely eating the apple but so far nothing.

Lucifer sighed, petting the head of the first woman. A woman so independent, fierce, caring, beatiful and so much more.

"Lucifer" Lilith rose her head, her lips mere inches apart from Lucifers. And suddenly they knew.

----

Just between a tree was Adam watching sll this happen with a grin. I win.

Adam turned around, he'd come back after there little sex sesh. Right now he has questions.

Why is he still in Eden if he has free will?

Shouldn't it be that he gets thrown away from Eden once he learns what free will is. This body of his didn't eat the apple. But his body before? future? Whatever, did.

He can say as much as curse words, knows shame and the good and bad. His not as pure minded as he was when he was in Eden. So why wasn't he thrown out?

Total banger but creepy as shit.

Adam gazed at the forbidden fruits. Carefully he reached out and plucked one out. He can see the reflection of his face.

If he eats this, what would happen. What if it turns him back to being someone without free will? What if it'll kill him? What if the sersphims find out and he'd be thrown out of Eden just like last time? Then that would mean all those acting would be for nothing.

But the temptation was raw, ever since Adam unlocked his free will he'd become more implusive and temptation was easy to succumb to. A total opposite of what he was before.

Adam held onto the apple, clutching it with his hand and procceded to bury it underneath the tree. Dirt caked between his fingertips. He wiped the sweat of his head, stood and spun. Turning back to where Lilith and Lucifer lay and where he would soon get rid of weeds.

----

"Lucifer . . ." Lilith mumbled chest heaving from exhaustion, she gazed the eyes of he angel above her, she'd never felt pleasure like this before.

"Lili--"

"Lilith!" Adam cried out eyes brimming with tears, fists shaking.

Lucifer and Lilith drew closer to each other, watching as the first mans eyes darted from his first wife to his first friend.

Lucifer was the first one to get his bearings "Adam listen--"

"No!" Adam cried out this time tears were freely falling from his face, he glared, teeth bared "How could you".

Both Lilith and Lucifer flinced from the snarl full of hatred. Oops dial it back.

"You were supposed to be my wife! Mine!" Adam yelled giving off the illusion of desperation, just like when it happened the first time. Just like when he was about to be stabbed.

At that Lucifers wings expanded covering Lilith and him in a cocoon, a sign of comfort for Lilith and a visible threat to Adam. Really? Gonna threaten someone who has no idea about the prospect of death?

A ball of light suddenly appeared, causing Lilith and Adam to cover their eyes and causing Lucifer to feel sick.

"Brother what have you done" it wasn't a question

----

Adam loves Michael, well as much as he can love a guy, no homo.

The guy always been the better guardian angel. And even when he died and went to Heaven Michael was the one to teach him everything. Before, when he wasnt so . . .yeah. Him and Michael would find a way to talk to eachother for hours. He was calm, attentive, can take Adams out of pocket jokes and humanity. Sometimes, Adam would stop thinking whenever his with Michael. The guys just that good.

But ever since the exterminations, increase of heavens winners and of course Michael being a high ranking angel, they haven't been able to talk as much. Or at all.

Man, Adam forgot how cool Michael was. Second to him of course. But he was very cool, he watches as Michael stands infront of him. Trying to shield him out of the first ever case of cheating.

If it was ever anyone who did that to him in his current self he'd feel offended. He can take a heartbreak, tf. But since it was Michael he feels giddy, oh he cannot wait to see what happens. He never saw what happened because he ran away immedietly when he found out.

----

Lucifer and Lilith stood at the edge of Eden, a portal behind them, the portal to Earth. Both of them were glaring at Michael who didn't look disturbed, only quirking an eye awaiting for a challenge. As if that bitch Lucifer can win against Michael.

Adam grinned.

Lucifer shifted his gaze to someone just behind Michael, Adam, they were eye-to-eye. The betrayal in Adams eyes were replaced with smugness, somethings wrong, this isn't Adam. Lucifers perplexed expression was replaced with shock as Adam cocked his hip, wiggled his fingers in a mock wave and mouth out a 'bye bitch'.

With a wave Michael cast Lucifer and Lilith out, discarded. ====

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[velvetcloxds]

for your blurb event, could you do one with dilf hotch where he wants to take the reader with him to jack's birthday party but when they get there hailey makes a scene about reader being there, maybe even about how young the reader is and she doesn't want reader to leave?

BIAS | A.H.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: probably not the most cannon portrayal of haley, age gap, lovesick aaron

You were sitting rather uncomfortably on the little wooden bench in front of Haley's place, Aaron had very pleadingly asked you to wait here while he and his ex-wife went to have a discussion in the kitchen, a discussion which wasn't at all as private as you were sure it should be, the whole of the party probably overhearing the pair shouting at each other- it was rather fitting, they had witnessed the spark of the fight, it was only fitting they were exposed the to rest of it. You wanted to interrupt them, wanted to tell them that it wasn't as big a problem as it turned into, you could easily leave, celebrate Jack's birthday when he was at Aaron's, and it would've been simple if that was the only problem.

However, the second Haley decided to take a shot at you and your relationship with Aaron, you knew that simple flew right out of the open door past you. It was hardly the first time your relationship had been brought into question, your age had been a regular point of conversation in the office on many occasions but never like that, never had someone taken it upon themselves to insult you in front of a living room full of people merely for being there in the first place. Though you expected as much, you were adamant about staying home from the very beginning because how could her reaction be anything other than negative- a stranger, half her age showing up at her home while clutching her ex-husband's arm, wanting to see her son- it was hardly a scene anyone would look forward to, but you didn't quite expect things to escalate that quickly.

You were lost in thought, not realizing the shouting had stopped until you looked up to find Aaron closing the front door, a deadly look in his eyes as he stared the wooden frame down, one hand adjusting his tie, the other clutching his car keys as he shook his head to himself.

"I'm sorry that took so long," he began and the instant shift in his eyes as he looked at you was enough to give anyone whiplash, his features relaxing slightly as he drew his gaze over your figure. You had Jack's gift resting on your lap, a book you'd seen at the little vintage bookstore you always stopped by on Saterdays, it was almost brand new, a story about an elephant solving crimes in the zoo, incredibly fitting to be read to him by his dad- you'd gone through great trouble to find wrapping paper with little zoo animals too just to make it extra special, which only upset him more to be fair.

"It's okay," you insisted, lifting your hand to show him the cake pop you'd been clutching onto since he left you. "One of the little monsters snuck me a treat," you explained and the smile on your lips was intoxicating, daring to completely calm him down as he nodded. "Those for me?" you breathed carefully, slowly, knowing that you weren't the person he was upset with, but he was upset all the same and even the second he took to calm himself down wouldn't change that. You pointed at the keys with a soft smile, hoping that the overall conclusion of their fight would be to send you home. He frowned, confused, clearly not on the same page as you. "I can take the car home and then I'll just pick you up when you're done," you clarified and felt awful silly when he shook his head at you, extremely unimpressed by your suggestion.

"What are you talking about?" he was walking towards you, reaching over to cup your cheek when he stopped in front of you, brows furrowed as your big eyes looked up at him, so soft, so sweet, it was utterly offensive that anyone could say a single negative thing about you, let alone in the way they did. "If we're going anywhere, we're going together," you were the one to frown, gently placing the cake-pop down next to you before your fingers sifted through his, still staying in place on your face as you shook your head right back at him.

"Aaron," you sighed and he was daring you to fight him on his very simple, very end-of-conversation solution, but you were never really all that good at doing what he said. "No way am I letting you miss your kid's birthday because of me."

"It's not because of you," he clarified and you weren't surprised when he nodded for you to move the gift to the bench beside you, not wasting a second before guiding you up to stand in front of him. "She's the one who decided to act like that, call you that," he scoffed, looking over your shoulder, the open curtain allowing him a full view of Jack playing pin the tail on the giraffe with his friends, the parents laughing along as the kids struggled.

The insult hit him harder than it hit you, you didn't care for it, obviously, but you loved Aaron and that meant that you had to get used to braving through whatever people threw at you- the prolonged stares from strangers in shopping malls, the whispers from other parents when you had to drop in to pick up Jack from school- you were used to it.

"Hey," you brought his attention back to you with delicate hands sliding over his chest, brown eyes falling to yours, not truly with you, far too stuck in his head, as always. "Now, you know I'm not her biggest fan, I'm very biased for that, but I do understand where she's coming from," you insisted and his brows furrowed, silently telling you to explain. "Jack is amazing, he's this pure little bundle of love and as much as you get to decide who gets to be in his life, so does she. She might've handled it wrong but I understand why she'd want this day with him, no me, but that doesn't mean no you," he knew you were right, knew that this wasn't a reaction of malice as much as uncertainty. "So, you're going to go in there and give that little munchkin his gift and make sure he has the best birthday ever," you paired your words with an encouraging smile, stealing his car keys from him.

"And what about you, I don't want to leave you all alone."

"Well, I'm going to go to your place, slip into your most comfortable shirt, rewatch pride and prejudice for the thousandth time, and order loads of takeout food with your card," he breathed a soft laugh, the rare kind he only saved for you, a sound so lovely it made you conspire about ways to get to hear it again.

"Don't forget dessert," he was melting, that tough exterior looking rather soft from your perspective, large hands circling your waist, squeezing lightly as he pulled you against him, never quite satisfied with the space between you. "I love you," he sighed, ever amused by the greedy way your hands moved against him, stilling on his neck as you stole a quick kiss, barely a peck from his lips. "I'm going to make this up to you," it was a silly promise, unnecessary in its nature since it was hardly his fault, as much as you wanted to be there for him and for Jack, you hope there'd be more birthdays you'd be present for in the future, more parties to attend, maybe even hold, one day couldn't wipe out the wish you had for a future with the both of them.

"You don't have to," you dismissed him, shrugging lightly, though you didn't fight the kiss he insisted on giving you, wiping away your smile, then another and another, making you giggle against his lips before he pulled back. "Though, I wouldn't say no to continuing this when you get home."

"I'll slip away early."

"Don't you dare! Want you to stay until bedtime, maybe read a few pages of his new book. Promise me that you'll do the voices too? You know he loves the voices."

"I'll do the voices," his answer wasn't good enough, the pout that danced on your mouth and the way your big eyes dared him to disobey your adorable demands. "Honey, I'll do the voices, promise."

"Good, and give him an extra forehead kiss from me, will you?" you were pulling away, and he very hesitantly let you, not before one more kiss, of course, hands brushing your waist as he released you. "Love you, " you smiled, blowing him a kiss, it was sickening, the pair of you, acting like two teenagers as you walked to his car, pausing to smile at him, watch him as he opened the door and you were lucky you did because when his little mini-me popped his head out to wave at you too, your heart all but ran away from you.

[adventuringblind]

Hidden In Plain Sight

Charles Leclerc x Reader x Max Verstappen

Genre: Angst to fluff

Summary: A misunderstanding about profession leads to fluffy confessions

Warnings: Misunderstandings

Notes: This is what healthy communication looks like... my therapist would be proud

Masterlist

Psychology is one of those things that relies heavily on the power of observation. She isn't going for a doctorate in the subject for nothing. Watching and understanding is something she thrives at.

It's one of the reasons she and Charles have been together for so long. He gets lost trying to communicate and she helps him get to wherever his point is trying to go. She gets stuck over analyzing and he helps her process.

The one thing she's noticed in their time together is Max. Charles is his number one fan. It's a given, undeniable fact that she has come to love. Every interaction they have leaves Charles a mess and he's admitted to having a crush on the Dutch.

She doesn't mind one bit. Sure, her and Max might not be close, but they've had a few conversations here and there. If the human heart was only made to love one person then earth would be a sad place.

She's not surprised when Charles comes running up to her one day looking disheartened. He'd been talking about Max and his struggles. Specifically, the fact that sometimes Max gives hints of information just to shut down again.

Hence Charles asking Max to hang out more often. Specifically with her because where Charles fails in his responses, she knows how validate the small pieces Max gives them into his head.

She was never intentionally hiding what she does, she just didn't say anything about it and neither had Charles. Max had been adamant about not receiving help because he's fine and the two didn't want him to think tlthat she was going to be pulling tricks out of her sleeve. All they want is to make sure he knows that people care about him.

Max ends up coming around more often then not. She finds him around the paddock and makes sure to tell him goodluck. They go out to dinner and stay up in the living room playing games til ungodly hours in the morning.

Until Max found out. It was inevitably going to happen at some point. How is she supposed to keep masters, soon to he doctorate, in psychology hidden. Especially considering how close the three were becoming. She just wished it wouldn't have been the way it happened.

A knock at the apartment door alerts them close to midnight. They were in bed, ready to sleep and incredibly cozy.

Charles stumbles out first. A look of concern in his eyes as it could be a friend with an emergency. Which isn't wrong. Technically speaking.

She falls out of bed when the Dutch accent of Max fills her ears. It's angry at something and she's nervous Charles is about to get the brunt of whatever triggered Max.

She hops out of bed and scurried down the hall. "Max?"

His eyes are red and bloodshot. Muscles tense and rigid with squared shoulders. He's defensive. "You lied to me!"

Charles is standing like a dear in headlights. He looks clueless and lost on what to do. "Max, please-"

"What did we lie about, Max?" She gently takes a few steps closer to Charles and taps the Monegasque on the shoulder. A signal that he can relax a bit. Well - more like needs to for her sanity. She'd rather not have this escelate any more then it is.

"A psychology degree? When we're you planning on telling me?" His voice cracks. "Our whole relationship is a lie! Was this sone kind of sick ploy to use whatever I said against me, Charles? Using your girlfriend to get into my head?!"

She looks at him in understanding. "I can explain everything in the way you deserve, if you'll let me?"

Max reluctantly takes a seat in the living room. It's comfortable here. Less formal then the dining room table.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"That was my idea and I apoligize for that." She starts and Max seems to relax a little when he sees he apologetic look. It was never Charles' idea. "I wanted you to feel comfortable around me without you thinking I was trying to look into your head. Charles had wanted to become better friends and that included me being around more. I didn't want to ruin what you two have because of my profession."

Max's gaze becomes infinitely softer. His lips part just a tad and his eyes have a glossy screen over them.

Charles takes a deep breathe and she places a hand on his knee. A gentle reminder she's there with him. "The truth is, Max-" he shudders a but before continuing. "-I've liked you for a very long time. It was selfish of me to want to get closer to you. You just seemed so down recently I wanted you to feel cared for because I truly do care for you - both of us do."

"Both of you?"

"Yeah... the more I got to know you the more I could see what Charles sees." She laughs a bit at herself.

"I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions. I was just so upset that you didn't tell me. I - I guess I felt betrayed because I like you both. No, wait, we're being honest here right?" Both her and Charles nod him along in encouragement. Max looks at the ceiling, then the floor, then back to them. "I think I love you both? It's weird to think about, loving two people at once. I wasn't sure how I felt until I heard and then I realized how angry I was that I'd been played. And I just - I want you to know that I appreciate how kind you both have been to me. Maybe, if you're both willing, we could give this a try?"

Charles' eyes go wide. She thinks that he may pass out in shock until he starts talking. "We're cuddling. I don't care what either of you say. I think we all need it."

It may not have been the best way for Max to find out, but it led them here. Max comfortably tucked into the middle of the bed, all of them knowing how cared for they truly are.

[atlasxspeaks]

I love the idea of Tsu’tey adopting Spider so here are some headcanons I have of that old grumpy guy raising his little son.

Tsu’tey’s injuries from the Great War caused him a lot of mobility issues. He often wakes up in pain from stiff joints and muscle spasms. To help, Spider will crawl over him and lay on whatever limb is hurting him to most in the morning because his body puts off a lot of heat and relaxes his muscles. He’s like a little heat pack.

Spider originally did need to wear his mask constantly, but over time, through constant communion with Eywa, she changes his lungs to be able to breathe the air. He doesn’t tell anyone though, because it happens years into him realizing nothing he can do will make most see past his humanness. Tsu’tey, however, finds out after seeing Spider lift his mask to shove a large piece of fruit in his mouth that he specifically told Spider not to eat.

Spider’s English is abysmal. He barely has the patience to sit through the normal lessons he gets from Mo’at and some of the other elders who like him, let alone enough to go to Hell’s Gate to learn about Earth. Mo’at scolds Tsu’tey for slacking in teaching Spider his native language, but he isn’t too worried about it.

Tsu’tey’s biggest mistake as a parent (in his mind) is letting Spider believe his hiss was intimidating. It was the best thing in the world for Tsu’tey when Spider was a baby. But then came a stint of time where Spider would hiss openly at anyone when annoyed which just made his reputation among villagers worst. The kids who made fun of him got bitten, mask be damned, which does not help his case.

Despite his short stature, Spider can actually fight and hold his own against fully grown Na’vi. Tsu’tey teaches him how to strike fast and hard, going for weak points in Na’vi anatomy and focusing on their legs and feet, places Spider can reach easily and do a fair amount of damage. This does mean Spider gets into a larger number of fights with other Na’vi adolescents compared to canon.

Spider is still best friends with Lo'ak and Kiri in this AU, much to Tsu'tey's dismay. He likes them well enough, Lo'ak is kind of loud and Kiri has an unnerving tendency to stare directly into his soul when talking, but overall they're good kids. He does wish they would stop eating him out of house and home though.

In canon, Tsu’tey has a brother named Arvok, who lives with them. Tsu’tey also takes in Tarsem, whose entire family died in the fall of Home Tree. He and Arvok are best friends, so it makes sense for him to live with them. The boys are like Spider’s brothers, but they pull out the "We're your uncles" card whenever he’s not listening to them or when they want to get out of doing chores.

Regardless of who you ship Spider with, Tsu’tey would find a fault in them. Neteyam? Too obedient to his parents, he needs to rebel more. Lo’ak? Too rebellious, he will get Spider killed doing one of his hair-brain stunts. Kiri? Eywa help him; she’s too much of everything. Any of the Metkayina kids? It’s laughable you’d even think for a second he’d let Spider marry into another clan.

Spider has an ikran in this AU cause I say he does. He finds a baby ikran abandoned during one of the trials he attends with his father. She’s the runt, too small and weak to fly with her family away from their nest back to their roost. Spider takes pity on her and nurses her back to health, hiding her away so no one knows because it’s technically illegal to raise an ikran. She imprints on Spider and the rest is history once Tsu’tey finds out she exists. He’s adamant they cannot keep her but one look from their combined puppy eyes breaks his will.

Tsu’tey and Spider’s ikran have the same relationship as those dads who say they hate the dog and then the dog becomes their best friend. When Spider gets kidnapped, Tsu’tey spends several nights awake with only the ikran for company, praying and begging Eywa to bring his son back to him.

Spider overall was a pretty healthy child, but there was one time when he got very sick and slipped into a coma. The scientists genuinely thought he wouldn’t make it for a while. This is the first time Tsu’tey has ever contemplated suicide, something that is forbidden under Eywa’s laws. He cannot imagine a life without Spider. The second time is after he’s taken by the RDA, but seeing Spider’s friends rally to try and get him bad makes him push the thoughts away.

After the battle at Three Brothers Rock, Neteyam lives but is mortally injured. The combined knowledge of Norm, Max, Ronal, and Mo’at is the only thing that keeps the boy from being paralyzed for life, but he’s essentially got the same disabilities as Tsu’tey now. And he’s a shell of himself. Tsu’tey doesn’t really have time to focus on him, though, because Spider is in just as bad shape as Neteyam, but mentally. After weeks of seeing both boys break down physically and mentally, Tsu’tey comes up with an idea. He gives both boys the task of planting and raising a plant together. Almost everyone thinks he’s crazy for this, but after a few weeks of watching their efforts to make this tiny plant bloom, they see that their moods have improved. Neteyam does his physical activity more to get outside and care for the plant, and Spider uses the plant as an outlet to air thoughts he knows would devastate his family.

When asked how he knew making them care for a plant would help, Tsu’tey simply replies by saying that the only thing that saved him after his injuries was Spider. Carrying for another helpless creature forced you, in turn, to care for yourself. His son saved his life.

[teardrop-scales]

For once a number one

(Adam x female!reader)

A.N: this is purely self indulgent, but I decided to publish this anyway. Hurt-comfort I guess and general fluff, although this is Adam we're talking about, so of course there are swear words and some suggestive stuff.

Please note that english is not my first language, so there might be some mistakes. Also, my Adam is probably ooc.

(Also I suck at beginnings, endings and titles, sorry ><)

You don't even hear him come in.

No wonder, since you are currently blasting his band's music on full volume. Mostly 'Stick it to the man' to be honest; until now it always helped you cheer up and relax a little if you were angry at something or someone. But this time even this wasn't helping. Still you refuse to turn it off because you love your boyfriend's voice and his music (even though you won't ever tell him that, his ego is big enough as it is).

So here you are, laying on the couch with 'Stick it to the Man' blasting in the background, still in your more formal and nicer clothes, not even having the strength to change into more comfy ones, only forcing yourself to take off your boots once you got inside.

Pathetic much.

And so, that's why you almost have a heart attack when the loud music suddenly stops and you hear the voice of your boyfriend, this time talking and standing a few meters away from the couch.

"Heyyy, I see your music taste is still intact, babes! Though if you wanted to hear my singing, you could've just asked me for a private concert. For a price, 'course~."

You don't bother to look up at him, but you can imagine the smug grin on his face and the wiggling of his eyebrows.

To be honest, you thought you had more time until Adam comes home. You didn't want him to see you like this. He never was very good at this 'mushy, sappy emotional shit' (his words). And you really don't have the strength now to deal with his mocking and teasing.

So you just groan in response.

Even though Adam isn't usually really good at reading people and their emotions, your state makes it clear even for him that something is wrong.

"Geez, the fuck is up your ass?" He hisses, walking towards the couch and putting a cold palm on your forehead to check for fever. "You sick or somethin'?"

You, albeit a bit reluctantly, swat his hand away.

"I'm not sick. I have some other problems, you wouldn't understand." You respond, still laying on the couch, pathways made from tears still visible and fresh on your cheeks.

Adam scoffs and puts his hands on his hips.

"Try me, bitch."

You finally look him in the eyes, skeptically.

"Are you really gonna listen to me yap about this? Without cutting me off and mocking me?" Somehow you want him to both go away and stay right beside you.

"You always listen to me when I'm fucking mad at something and need to talk it out." He shrugs. "The least I can do is return the favor for once, since I'm so generous and in a good mood today. Now move your ass."

Adam makes the 'shoo' gesture with his hand, and you move a bit to the side on the couch, making space for him to sit down. Once he plops down on the couch, you put your head in his lap.

"Where to even start." You say in a bit of a sarcastic manner, your voice breaking just a bit once again.

You tell him everything, somehow managing to not break down again during the tale. You tell him how your friend got bored of you when another, seemingly more interesting and fun person than you appeared. How when the tree of you hang out, they paid more attention to the new person, only rarely talking to you and when they did, they were a lot colder towards you. It wasn't fucking fair. You were there longer and you always tried your best to be a good friend, the best you could be. And it still wasn't enough.

Surprisingly, Adam kept his promise and didn't cut you off even once. Instead, he was on his phone the whole time, but with his other hand he played with your hair. He only let out some hums of acknowledgement every now and then, not looking at you at all. It may have seemed like he was disinterested in your problem, but the way his fist clenched around the strands of your hair during certain parts of your story suggested otherwise.

"...and that's the situation." You sigh heavily finishing your rant after a while.

Adam scoffs and puts his phone down.

"Well, what do you want me to say, bitch?" He shrugs. "I mean, yeah, sure sucks to be you I guess, but why the fuck are ya getting so worked up over this?"

"Well, that's because--"

"Honestly, thought you were tougher than that. Thought you were a badass, not a pathetic little cunt--"

"Adam, you promised you wouldn't cut me off." You remind him coldly, lifting your head from his lap and glaring at him.

Adam rolls his eyes.

"Fine, fine, jeez." He tsks. "Sorry, babe."

You stay quiet for a few seconds, searching for the right words. This is tricky, your boyfriend is not the best at dealing with emotions like this. He can't relate because he has a totally different strategy when someone doesn't like him. Heck, most of Heaven doesn't like him, he just doesn't seem to care. He always makes it seem so easy. You envy him in that aspect, you envy his ability to not give a fuck.

"You know what?" You finally say, causing him to raise an eyebrow. "I wouldn't care if this was a first situation like this. I wouldn't give a damn. But the truth is, this happens to me every single motherfucking time I manage to form a meaningful relationship with someone." Despite your best efforts, frustration tears appear in your eyes. "I'm tired of this. Tired of being thrown aside once everyone gets bored of me, tired of always being second-best, of being the spare friend and 'number two'. "

You shake your head and then say quietly:

"I bet sooner or later you're gonna get bored of me and leave too."

Silence falls. You don't dare to look Adam in the eyes as you sit beside him on the couch, but at a slight distance.

You're not looking at him, so you fail to notice the flabbergasted and almost offended look on his face.

"The FUCK!?" Adam suddenly breaks the silence with his angry shout as you look at him confused. "I'm not fucking going anywhere! You're stuck with me babes, whether you like it or not. Also, geez, I know I'm a major jerk but I'm not like those trash you call friends!"

You finally dare to look at him, amazed. He really seems put off by your suggestion. You feel your heart flutter at his words and his statement that he isn't gonna leave no matter what. Despite his many flaws, Adam always has been very loyal and dedicated to you. You feel ashamed that you doubted him. Before you can apologize however, he continues his rant:

"And anyway, fuck them--"

You raise an eyebrow in amusement at his wording. Adam sees your expression and scowls before smirking.

"Look who's dirty minded now, bitch~" He teases you, earning a light slap on the shoulder.

Adam chuckles and you roll your eyes, but with a small smile dancing on your lips.

"Whatever." You say, wanting him to continue.

"I meant like, stop giving a fuck about those fake-ass people, y'know! You fucking rock babe, and if they can't see that, it's their loss. Don't waste your precious time on those who don't deserve it."

Your smile kept growing the longer he kept talking. Of course, his rant didn't magically solve your problem, you were still mad and sad, but less now. Because now you are sure that Adam will always be on your side.

"...you should focus on people who really deserve your time. Like me." Adam finishes with a smug grin as you slap his arm lightly, both of you chuckling.

Then you climb in his lap and hug him by the neck, minding the spikes on his collar, but still pressing your face in the crook between his neck and shoulder. Adam smells of his usual cologne and you can sense a faint scent of ribs, which he must've had for lunch.

"Thank you, honey." You say softly. "I think I needed to hear that."

You can feel the First Man shiver slightly at the sweet nickname. You know that that's his weakness, even though he always tries to act like he doesn't like it.

You wait for him to tease you or try to make this moment sexual like he usually does. You expect Adam to go back to his usual annoying self. But instead, he sighs through his nose and slowly wraps his arms around your back and waist, hugging you tightly and pressing you even more into his soft chest and stomach. He even wraps his beautiful golden wings around you for extra comfort.

"Anytime, sweetie." Adam says softly while caressing your back gently.

Something swells in your chest at the nickname he almost never uses. The only times Adam uses this particular one is when he's mocking you or someone or when he's feeling especially soft and at ease. Even though you two have been dating for quite some time now, you only recall one or two instances of him using "sweetie" as a nickname for you in a soft manner, not counting now of course.

You smile into his neck and raise your head slightly to press a kiss to his cheek.

You both stay silent for a while, just enjoying each other's presence and touch.

"You know" Adam says suddenly, still embracing you. "If you need friends or some shit, I can set up a meeting for you with my girls and Lute. They've been up my ass recently about wanting to 'get to know you' ".

"That's actually not a bad idea." You reply, pressing your cheek against his.

"Yeah, it's a win-win situation, babe." Adam muses, squeezing you momentarily. "You get new friends, and I get some fucking peace from their pestering."

You giggle.

You were scared to talk to him about your problems, knowing how he is. But now you realize that was stupid. Adam is a jerk to everyone but you. He's always been more patient, gentle and soft with you than with anyone else. You feel really ashamed for thinking he wouldn't listen to you and support you in your problems, even if they are trivial to him.

"I'm sorry for not believing that you'd listen to me and my problems." You sigh. "And I'm sorry for saying that you'd leave me and comparing you to my ex-friends."

"Yeah, you should be fucking sorry." Adam grumbles, grabbing you to lean you away from him a bit and then embracing your face with his palms. "You're one of the best things to ever happen to me, truly babe. I love you, you're my bitch and I wouldn't trade you for anyone."

You smile brightly, placing your smaller hands on his bigger ones on your cheeks. Then Adam continues before you can say anything, like he usually does.

"And if I ever hear you doubting yourself like that again, I'll literally fuck these thoughts out of you. I'll fuck you until you start to see yourself as a motherfucking goddess." He threatens with a grin.

You laugh. This time not a giggle or chuckle, but a big, bubbly laugh. You don't fail to notice the soft, fleeting smile which appears on your boyfriend's face at the sound of you laughing, but don't comment on it.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, darling." You tease after you calm down, putting your hands on his cheeks and squeezing them a bit. "I love you too."

Then you lean towards him and carefully place your lips on his in a gentle kiss. And for once, Adam doesn't make the kiss more heated, instead kissing you back just as softly.

For once, you feel completely and utterly loved and appreciated. For once you're someone's number one.

[wrengrif]

It's Thought Time again

So I've been rolling over this in various posts and reblogs, and I'm finally going to pin down my thoughts and write them here. Some might call this my 'Aziraphale Defense Post', but that's not accurate.

This is my William James take - meaning, everyone's reality is different due to perspective. What is true to me is not going to be true to you, 100% of the time. However, there is a facet of truth in everything we do believe, because we wholeheartedly believe it. That gives us a rainbow of truths from one opinion, each in their own radiant color.

So here's what I believe to be true. 6000 years ago, Heaven and Hell, on two completely different missions, sent the angel and the demon they found the most annoying to Earth. Not the weakest, not the most problematic (not yet anyways), but the ones they all collectively rolled their eyes at. Crowley was too flash. Aziraphale was too soft.

So God plopped Aziraphale in Eden, told him to protect the humans and not let them eat the apple tree that was sitting right there in front of them. Didn't tell him to put up a fence, or wave the flaming sword at them.

Satan booted Crowley upwards and told him to vaguely, 'start some trouble'. Vaguest of orders, no real direction in them. Crowley could have just thrown rocks at Adam and Eve and it would have counted.

We all know what happened from there. However, instead of Heaven and Hell going, 'Okay we're going to really pin down these orders now, sending more troops, let's get humanity really going' ... they basically left Aziraphale and Crowley alone in the office for 6000 years. Oh, the head offices occasionally pop up. Threaten, in their own unique ways. Mostly though, Crowley and Aziraphale were the only immortal beings on a planet filled with human mayflies.

Human mayflies that nine times out of ten would just set fire to themselves, or show greater compassion than either one of them had ever known.

Crowley and Aziraphale were all alone, except for each other. Even among humans, who they clearly understood more than their superiors -- you had to know they both stuck out. Yeah, think on that. Crowley couldn't have been the only one outcast, with his red hair and his yellow eyes. Aziraphale has the most white-blonde, curly hair in existence. Tag along with blue eyes and fair skin and come on. So at the beginning, they only ever really had each other for safe company. As they moved towards Europe, it got easier to fit in but even then you know people were still giving them the side-eye.

They were both transitory - following where-ever a mission went. Probably a home for maybe ten or so years, but then they'd have to move on again. We talk a lot about how Crowley didn't have a physical home until the creation of the bookshop.

That means neither did Aziraphale.

So what happened? They became home to one another. A touchstone in the centuries that passed. Aziraphale never rejected being approached by Crowley, despite being a demon, and Crowley never held Heaven's stupid missions again Aziraphale, so they kept coming together. Over and over again. Think of Rome. Aziraphale is so happy to see Crowley, and it's only been a few decades. Crowley's mood improves the longer the conversation goes on, letting down his defenses, relaxing enough to smirk.

The Arrangement, thought of by Crowley, agreed to by Aziraphale, despite the dangers they both knew they would face, because at least it meant they could see each other without having to make an excuse or just 'happen to be in the area'. Now they could meet up at theatres or in graveyards. They had to be careful - they always, always had to be careful - or the other one could be hurt.

It is the worst thing that can happen to either one of them, if the other one is hurt, or worse, killed. Remember Aziraphale's face in the graveyard, that look of sheer horror when he realizes Hell has taken Crowley.

Remember Crowley yelling as he runs into a burning bookshop.

The bookshop and the Bentley are theirs, but they can lose those and still go on, as long as they have each other. Maybe it is co-dependent, but honestly who else can they depend on, if not each other? That's why I believe Aziraphale begged Crowley to come with him to Heaven, not because he wanted Crowley to be an angel, but because Crowley would be safe - Aziraphale's Home would be Safe. That's why he says, 'Nothing lasts forever'. No Thing.

Crowley is not a Thing, to Aziraphale. Crowley is Aziraphale's Person. His safe place, and he's Crowley's. They both know it. It's why Aziraphale never wants to run away because he knows he's not fighting for a place called home, he's fighting for Crowley. It's why Crowley walks away and always comes back - not because he's weak but because he knows that being with Aziraphale is what matters. It's what makes life worth living.

Which is what makes the Final Fifteen so heartbreaking because they are both saying the same thing, but they're on different wavelengths. Yet, Yet ... as time has passed and I've been able to look at the Final Fifteen with some space, I see that it's not as hopeless as it seems.

Because Crowley came back. Because Aziraphale looks ready to do what he has to do. I don't think it'll be violence, because they've never solved their problems with violence and I don't think they'll start now. I just know that They're Not Talking is not going to last as long as we think, and that anger and betrayal is not going to be the first thing on their minds when they finally see one another again.

Probably going to be that kiss, though.

This why I could never say I can't forgive Aziraphale for his actions, because he did what he had to do to keep his home, his Crowley safe. I know Crowley knows that, too. How is that all going to shape up - how they're going to find themselves in balance again?

Well. I guess we'll have to wait, and see.

[sunnywalnut]

I had a dream last night. A Good Omens dream. So naturally, I have to share it with the Masses. Because I'm a pathetic wet cat who deserves attention.

Our friends Crowley and Aziraphale were there of course, and as was I. For some reason. I was like their child (or rather, I was in the place of Adam, where they protected and cared for me, but I was still an adult. As I am now). Not the oddest thing that's happened in my dreams so I'll let it slide. So here I am hanging out with my Ineffable Dads after calling off Armageddon and what do they do to celebrate? Drink, of course.

So we're sitting in the bookshop, Crowley on the couch, Aziraphale in his chair, and I am perched up on the desk. Drinking some floral wine that tastes a lot like chamomile tea(I don't drink. But I do like chamomile tea). And Crowley gets stupid drunk.

Two bottles later, he jolts up from the couch like a vampire from his coffin, turns to look at Aziraphale (who isn't phased by this behavior), and immediately is glued to his side.

I'm talking sprawled out across his back, head hanging over his shoulder, slurring drunkenly and his arms wrapped around his waist. And he's just cooing at him.

"You know I love you, 'ngel?"

He reaches out a long, thin finger, tracing one of Aziraphale's curls, making the angel chuckle. "You're so pretty, Angel."

He kisses his cheek and neck and the side of his face, earning full belly laughter from the angel who is reaching up to pull him closer.

"Crowleyyyy!"

"Shhh, Angel, lemme kiss you-"

Drunker than a dog, Crowley grabs for his angel and continues to press hasty kisses across his face, Aziraphale giggling all the while. I just shake my head and turn to my tea(because apparently it was tea, just in a wine glass to make me feel included. Aziraphale's idea, I'm sure. The tea. I think the wine glass was Crowley. Seems like a Crowley thing to do).

Allowing the two lovebirds to do what they do, fully amused and proud of them for finally being able to openly express affection, I look up to find Aziraphale heading out the door- wearing Crowley on his back like a booze-drenched exoskeleton. They're both giggling like a bunch of school children, Aziraphale shushing Crowley but only ending up giggling even louder himself. They're trying to sneak past me. I let them.

I follow about ten steps after these Ineffable Bastards, the streetgoers of Soho giving them and me questionable looks but I just wave them off. Because I suppose this was when everyone was revived. Because of course it was. We stagger down to The Dirty Donkey and Aziraphale drops his demon in a barstool, fixes the lapels of his jacket, and proudly announces that he would like an "Angel Shot" the bartender, Maggie, looks concerned.

She immediately puts away the glass she was polishing, leaning in close.

"Are you alright, Honey?"

Aziraphale stares, eyes glazed over with both booze and confusion.

"Pardon?"

"Do you need me to call someone?"

Crowley reaches over to grab Aziraphale's thigh, leaning in to whisper something in his ear. He forgets, though, and kisses underneath his ear to make up for it. Aziraphale starts giggling again.

It's clear to everyone now, including Maggie, that he was in no real danger. It was a simple mistake. And they had pregamed. She's giggling as well, but trying to hide it.

"Alright, what can I get you two?"

They decide on some sort of almost clear drink in a shot glass, three for each. I have a mocktail. More drunken giggling and flirting. Crowley has found his way pressed up against Aziraphale's side yet again. Everyone is delighted and amused by this behavior, seeing as not one person has seen him this relaxed since.... Well, since forever. They let it be.

The night ends with me walking them both home while they stumble against one another, laughing about something or another that I couldn't even begin to decipher. And we wander on home. To the bookshop.

Aziraphale wanders in, miracling(miracleing?) the door open after the key proves to be stubborn with the lock. Crowley follows. Is this normal? I don't know. Aziraphale doesn't seem to be worried, though, so I allow it. Not much I can do about it, honestly. It's not like Crowley would let me.

I follow them in, pushing stacks of books back in place as Crowley's wandering arms threaten to knock them down, the statues nearly ready to fall. I give him a warning glare. He does not respond.

Both angel and demon wander up the stairs and into a bedroom with rich yellow walls and the curtains drawn. The bed is untouched, pale yellow pillows peeking out from underneath off-white sheets. Crowley makes a start for it. Aziraphale hovers at the doorway, then follows. They both crawl into their respective sides, as if by impulse. Crowley on the left, Aziraphale on the right. Only Aziraphale has the mind to miracle himself into nightclothes. Crowley is already asleep.

Seeing as they both are no longer in danger of harming themselves, I turn out the light and close the door. Off to my own place, I would believe. Except I wouldn't know. I woke up.

Still not entirely sure why my dreams are fanfics now but you know what, I'm not complaining. It was cute as hell.

[maladaptive-day-dreams]

I’m thinking enemies to lovers (sorta?) Robin thoughts. Specifically with the one bed trope?

LISTEN!

The world is literally ending in Hawkins and you’re a part of the group. Houses have been destroyed and so you’re forced to crash in a motel or something. You name it.

The point is: You end up in a room with Robin Buckley. Robin who talks and talks like her life depends on it. Robin who can’t seem to stand you, for reasons you can’t seem to figure out.

And oh? There’s only one bed!

So, because you’re so goddamn tired, you end up curled up against one another. Just to have some warmth of course.

And, just because of your newfound proximity, it happens to be that her thigh ends up between your legs.

It’s only natural that you end up grinding against it, right?

“It’s nothing” you tell yourself (and Robin too) as you rock back and forth. As her hands grab your hips. “It’s nothing as long as I don’t cum”/“It’s nothing as long as you don’t touch me”.

But oh well, isn’t that hard if she starts whispering dirty things to you? If her hands start trailing over your stomach? Over a soaked pair of panties….?

-🪷

Lotus anon pls know that you have a fan club in the discord I'm in with @robinsno1lesbian and @lightvixxen 🫶🏻 we stan you and your thots frfr

ANYWAY this made me feel things bc one-bed trope and enemies-to-lovers are two of my fave tropes and when put together???? GAWD ALMIGHTY IS IT THE ABSOLUTE BEST

(this got a lil out of hand and is much longer than originally intended DAMN I MISSED WRITING SMUT)

nsfw under da cut you know the drill mdni (thigh riding & oral)

You're not sure what you did to make Robin Buckley hate you, but she does. Even when you try and be nice to her! When you try and chime in in her conversations with Eddie, Nancy and Steve, she gets quiet and glares at you.

And now you're here, stuck in a motel room with just her because Steve had the bright idea to separate the rooms girls/guys and Nancy didn't join y'all on this misadventure.

And it's somehow worse than you thought it could be — the two room options left at this motel in the middle of bumbfuck Indiana were two twins and a queen. And the boys were adamant on not sharing.

So now you get to be in the same bed, under the same covers, as a girl who hates you but looks hot while doing it.

It's quiet while the two of you take turns in the bathroom getting ready for bed. You didn't know that today's "adventure" was going to take this long, so you're stuck sleeping in a spare t-shirt that Steve happened to have in his trunk.

You're already under the covers by the time Robin finishes in the bathroom. Scrunched up all the way on your side of the bed, Robin says nothing as she climbs in beside you. You feel the bed dip and melt at the warmth radiating off of her body but consciously make effort not to move.

30 minutes pass and you can't fall the fuck asleep. The room is too cold and you don't have the right pajama's on for fall in Indiana. Shaking, you hop out of bed and tiptoe to the A/C unit praying that it actually works and isn't just there as decoration to pass inspection.

"What are you doing?" Robin asks when you move in to her peripheral vision.

"I'm freezing, I'm trying to see if I can turn on the heat in here."

"I tried while you were in the bathroom, it won't let us change it. It looks like only the manager can."

You curse under your breath and trudge back to your side of the bed.

"Swear to god," Robin mumbles. She turns over to face you as you climb back under the covers. "Move closer to me, it'll be warmer if we're closer.

You do so, tentatively, but then Robin grabs your hip and pulls you into her chest.

"Relax, I won't bite."

But you can't relax. Your whole body is tense because you've never been this close to Robin before. She moves her hand back to her side and starts to doze off.

Another 30 minutes pass. You still can't fall asleep. This time, though, it's because of Robin's heat and her breath on your neck. Your arms are covered in gooseflesh and your breathing is heavy.

You shift your body, trying to find a comfortable position without moving too far from Robin's heat. You figure turning to face her could work to get you out of your head and keep your distance. But in her sleep, Robin moves too. Molding herself to your body when you move.

Her arm ends up around your waist and pulls you closer to her. You try to pull away, but she's stronger than you.

And her thigh ends up between your legs. That you didn't see coming.

And now you'll never be able to sleep, because while you know you should pull away or wake her up or do something, you really don't want to because the placement and pressure of her leg is just right.

And now your body moves of its own accord, craving friction, wanting warmth, needing release to help you fall asleep.

You keep the movements slow, soft and easy as to not wake Robin up. "It's nothing," you whisper to yourself, hips shifting and grinding down on her thigh. You're breath comes in soft pants as you keep rocking back and forth chasing your high, not noticing the girl in front of you waking up. "Just some relief, It’s nothing as long as I don’t finish," you breathe softly.

"Oh but how would you fall asleep if you don't cum?" Robin's sleep heavy voice asks as her hand comes to your hip.

You freeze and squeeze your eyes shut, scolding yourself for being an idiot.

"Don't get all shy on me now, darling," Robin chuckles.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"No need to apologize, we're both girls, I get it."

You muster up the courage to tilt your head up to meet the Robin's gaze. Her eyes are glossy and dark, but you can't tell if it's dislike of you or lust that makes her pupils blow wide.

"It- It means nothing as long as you don’t touch me, okay?"

"Deal, just two girls helping each other out."

Robins grip moves from your hip to the thigh that rests on hers. She pulls you closer, her leg nestling further into the apex of your thighs and intensifying the pressure there. You gasp and let out a groan, head rolling back as your hips start moving again.

Her hand moves back to your hip, guiding your movements as you chase euphoria. You can feel her gaze, the weight of her eyes heavy on you as you grind against her.

"C'mon angel, use my thigh. Ride me as hard as you need to."

You moan and lift your head to meet her eyes. The look in them does you in — she looks hungry. Your hips rock faster as the coil in your stomach tightens to a knot. Robin's hand on your hip squeezes and pushes you down while she pulls her thigh up, the pressure being all you needed to finally come undone.

Quick gasps, curled toes and closed eyes tell Robin all she needs to know. That and the wet heat she feels spreading on her thigh.

Robin curses under her breath and you slowly open your eyes. Her face is tinged pink and her chest is rising and falling quickly and you're apologizing profusely.

"I'm so sorry, jesus h christ. Why did I do that? I'm an idiot. You already hated me and now you definitely don't like me and have a reason not to-"

The feeling of Robin's warm hand on your stomach where Steve's tshirt rolled up stops you short.

"Would someone who hated you let you ride their thigh like you would someone's face?"

"Uh, no?"

Her hand trails across the top of your panties.

"Would they ask if they could see how you taste?"

You nod your head no, never losing eye contact with Robin and her finger move slowly along the front of your panties towards your clothes cunt.

"Can I?" she asks again.

You nod and let out a breathy, "yes," and your thigh is lifting up while her fingers are pushing your panties to the side and pushing between your lips gathering your release. Glistening fingers are lifted to Robin's mouth and she licks the remnants of you clean off of them.

"Fuck," she moans.

Your eyes are trained on her mouth. And she notices.

"Just two girls helping each other out right?"

"Mhm," you nod.

"Do you want to help me out now?"

"Yes."

"Good girl, answer me two things: do you like girls?"

"Yes."

"I would hope so with that stunt you just pulled," she laughs. "And second, can I touch you now that it will mean something?"

"Fuck, yes. Please."

Robin smiles and wraps a hand around the back of your neck, pulling you in for a hot and heavy kiss as she rolls the two of you over so you're lying on your back with her hovering above you.

She keeps kissing you, tongue sliding over your lips begging for entrance only you can allow. And you do, the kiss deepening into all tongue and teeth while her hands move to the hem of Steve's shirt that you're still wearing.

Robin breaks the kiss to remove the shirt from your body. Gooseflesh peppering your exposed stomach and nipples hardening in the cool air of the motel room. She kisses down your neck to your chest, nipping at your collarbone as she maneuvers her way to your breasts.

She kisses down the valley of them before licking a stripe up the center of each tit, gasps leaving your mouth when she moves over your nipples.

"God, I want to worship your body, but you got me worked up so that'll have to wait," she says between kisses down your stomach.

Her hot mouth lands just above the waistband of your panties before she pauses to ask, "is this okay?"

"Yes," you breathe out, and Robin's hands move to each of your hips and pull your panties off your legs and tosses them wherever she tossed Steve's shirt.

The heat of her mouth ghosts over your cunt but doesn't stay where you want her to. Instead she kisses your left inner thigh and then the right where she bites you. You flinch and pull your thigh away from her, spreading your legs more so she settles more into the space between them.

"You said you didn't bite," you laugh, looking down at her between your thighs. It's an erotic sight that has your head reeling.

"That was before you used my thigh like you probably do your pillow at home," she smirks up at you before blowing cool air on your slick pussy.

You gasp and toss your head back, hands curling into the sheets below you.

Her mouth moves slow, tongue licking up your lips from hole to clit before circling the bud of nerves and sucking.

"Robin," you moan as her mouth works you over. She trades off sucking and flicking at your clit until you're writhing beneath her, hips grinding up and into her begging for more friction. "Don't stop — fuck — don't stop!"

And she doesn't, she places a hand on your lower stomach to hold your hips down and you look to her. Her brunette hair between your legs, mouth buried in your pussy, you clench around nothing and your thighs close in on her.

And then her eyes meet yours as she shifts her pattern of licking and sucking, watching your face change with pressure and speed until she finds the right rhythm that makes you bite your lips and scrunch your brows in building pleasure.

Her free hand moves underneath her and into the waist of her boxers. You notice her hips grinding into the pillow and can only assume that she's riding her fingers while getting you off with her mouth.

Knowing this has you closing your eyes and squeezing your legs more as a knot grows in the pit of your stomach.

Robin's hot mouth never lets up until you tense and your legs shake with your climax. Your eyes are closed, mouth open in a silent cry, hand buried in the brunette's hair as you grip onto her and pull her into you more, her mouth still sucking on your clit.

Once your high begins to fade she lets go of the bud of nerves and shifts down as she continues to ride her own hand. Mesmerized by the grinding of her hips you flinch when her tongue flits out and into your cunt, licking and tasting your release, eating until she's had her fill and her own toes curl beneath her.

She rests there, between your thighs, and takes her hand out of her pants. Your eyes catch the glistening digits and you grab her wrist to clean them for her.

"We'll talk about this in the morning," she says using your stomach as a pillow. "For now lets both get some sleep."

A light kiss to your navel is all you remember before you fall asleep.

Morning comes too quickly, and a conversation kind of happens. Robin says she wanted to look unapproachable because she's fallen for straight girls too often and couldn't read you, so the two of you decide to go out on a few dates and see where things go when you all get back to Hawkins.

You meet the boys at the car after Steve pays the motel tab and returns the keys, you and Robin standing closer than usual.

"So," Eddie smirks. "Did you two have a good night?"

You turn red as a tomato and Robin punches Eddie in the shoulder.

"Not our fault you two forgot that our rooms shared a wall," Steve adds in with a laugh as he turns out of the parking lot.

[heyidkyay]

I guess I’ll take this pain, instead of your name |

Part Nineteen

A/n: Hi! I know I've kept you waiting a while😅 and for that I'm sorry!! But thank you to all of those who've been patient with meee, this part just continues on from where we left off with Matty and G, but it spirals... a lot. It shifts back to the reader's pov soon enough though and we get to see an old character!:) SO hopefully you enjoy it💕

Summary: In life, things changed. The boys you'd once grown up with were men now, and famous ones at that. The type that toured the world and had millions of adoring fans.

The five of you shared a shit ton of history. But you also shared a lot of mixed emotions for one of them in particular, a certain drummer.

Warnings: um, I hate this part because I always feel like I forget something, but much like the other 18 parts (?!) there is a lot of swearing, also some talk about shitting? uhhh, big emotions too, touches ever so slightly on appearance but not much... and yeah reckon that's about it?

Masterlist

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(Matty’s POV again!)

Matty: Everything ok there?

Ross: Thought you were out on the pull why tf are you txting me? Ross: But we're good, she passed out half hour ago

*picture*

Matty: Alright, m glad Matty: Did she seem fine to u?

Ross: Bit teary but then she scoffed some chocolate and we finished off the Princess Diaries 

Matty: Teary? She was crying??

Ross: 🙄 She’s fine Matty, just stressed I reckon Ross: Anyway aren’t you usually in the back of a cab about now? 

Matty: Haha. Matty: Things didn’t turn out that way

Ross: ?

Matty: George is here

Ross: Fuck

Matty: Yeah exactly what I said mate

Ross: Still, pull up your big boy pants and have it out with him yeah? Ross: He’s your best mate

Matty: He’s also a massive prick

Ross: This coming from you?

Matty: Ur a prick too

Ross: Relax mate, you got this  Ross: It’s just George

Matty glanced up from his phone to stare into the mirror, one of those tiny ones you often found in bathrooms at dingy dive bars or your local. Ross was right though, he needed to relax. Take a quick breather and sort this shit out with George before it all got any worse. They had a fucking album to finish. Fans to please. 

He tugged a hand through his rapidly deflating curls and removed any thought of him getting his end away tonight from his head, before he forced himself back out into the dreary pub. He hadn’t been gone very long, but seemingly enough time had passed for one of the boys to have brought over another round. He avoided both sets of their eyes when he fell back into the booth, wishing he’d gone out for a smoke instead of having taken a piss.

It was Adam, clearing his throat, that had his head raising and Matty allowed his gaze to diver between the tables only two other occupants. He released a heavy sigh, “Let’s just get it over with, yeah? Can’t promise I won’t fly off the handle, but I’ll try my best not to call you an absolute arse every time you act like one.”

George visibly fought to bite his tongue at his words and Matty found he was rather glad to have the upper hand here. Maybe things wouldn’t end up so sour after all, and if shit did eventually hit the fan then at least he could get a laugh out of it. Win, win, eh?

“Matty…” Hann chided in gruff warning, and so he huffed then ultimately nodded towards the drummer, letting George take the lead.

— (and we’re back!)

The sound of hushed voices stirred me from my dreamless sleep and I sat up a tad to glance around the room, rubbing at my tired eyes when I realised I’d fallen asleep on the settee. It must’ve been quite late because when I shuffled slightly, I found that the tv had since been switched off and the lamp lights dimmed. It was then, as the groggy confusion cleared, that the faint whispers caught my attention again.

“What, and that’s it? You just forgive him then?”

My brow furrowed at Ross’s deep voice, he didn’t sound as confused as his questions made him out to be, though I did have to strain quite a bit to hear him.

“I just- I really don’t know, man.”

I blinked at Matty’s unexpected reply, wondering how long he’d been back. I chanced a glance over towards the far wall, where the clock-face stared back at me, it’s metal hands told me it was almost nearing two. 

It seemed that the pair of them had chosen to hide out in the kitchen in hopes not to disturb me, the hazing light beneath the door a dead giveaway.

“I don’t forgive him. At least, not that easily. But, I think I understand? Like I can see his side of things.”

There was a pause then, and I didn’t know if it was down to the fact that I’d only just woken up but I felt so disoriented by their entire conversation, reeling over just who they were talking about.

“How did you leave things?” Ross asked him, and I heard Matty sigh.

“Told him I needed to wrap my head ‘round it.”

Ross hummed just as I rubbed at my bleary eyes, forehead pinched between my brows. 

“And, what about her?” 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, is he ever gonna let her back in? Tell her all this shit?” Ross stressed his second question but was met with a resounding silence, the type Matty only gave when he was lost in his own head.

“I really don’t know.”

For some stupid reason, I felt my heart drop.

—

Matty was perched by the kitchen’s island, nursing a cup of tea, when I found him the next morning. He lifted his head when he heard my approach and we shared a tiny smile.

“Mornin’. How’d you sleep?” He asked me as I moved towards the fridge, grabbing the milk I often favoured before I trailed my way over to where his fancy kettle resided. 

“Alright, just wondering how I made it up all those stairs last night.” I said in return. The whole house felt quiet, only the tweeting sound of the neighbouring sparrows could be heard before I set the kettle to boil.

“Ross.” Matty answered with a huffed chuckle, he pushed the tin of teabags across the counter when he saw me search for it.

I hummed, that made the most sense. “Dunno how I didn’t feel that.”

“Probably all those pain killers, darling. Actually, you fancy sharing a few? My heads banging.”

I snorted softly, chucking him the pack of paracetamol he typically kept in a cabinet nearby when I went to retrieve a teaspoon. “Stick to those. You’ll thank me for it when you can still shit normally.”

Matty grimaced, but popped two from its plastic packaging. “Ever heard of oversharing?”

With a lazy shrug, I disposed of the teabag and slotted the milk carton back into the fridge before I took a seat beside him. The two of us just gazed out of the window whilst we sipped sporadically.

“So then, how was your big night back out on the town?” I asked him, eyes focused on the blue skies that had casted overhead, mind stuck on the conversation that I might’ve dreamt up last night.

He gave a noncommittal sound in reply and so I raised a brow at him from over the rim of my steaming mug.

“That bad?”

“Unexpected would be the better term.”

I hummed again, taking a small sip. “How so?”

Matty worked his jaw and avoided my eye by staring into his muddy brew. I nudged his side lightly.

“Come on, can’t tease me with a good story and not spill.”

His lips quirked a tad and so I kicked up my feet to cross my legs beneath me as I turned to settle in and listen. Knowing he’d soon tell. 

“Just,” Matty’s brown eyes flittered over towards me briefly before they skittered away again, I narrowed my own. “A lot happened,” He added vaguely, “Didn’t end up doing much.”

“Oh, leave off. The great Healy makes his way back out onto the scene and leaves without a sexscapade to tell or a near brawl?”

I was met with the wrinkled face of a disturbed looking Matty. “Sexscapade?”

I couldn’t help my laughter.

“Come on, dish. I just know something went down.” I pestered him, nudging his elbow with my knuckle and retreating before he could swat me away.

Matty rolled his eyes at the motion, but I watched his chest rise from beneath the oversized hoodie he’d thrown on as he drew in a large breath. 

He was definitely withholding information, you could see it in the way his fingers tapped rhythmically against the side of his mug and I looked up just in time to catch him searching my face. 

For a brief moment I felt a little insecure, wondering what he saw. If it was still the same girl he’d known since we were little kids out on our bikes, or the outrageously fit friend he’d never had a chance with during the early stages of our twenties- or maybe even the person I’d been both before and after the accident.

I’d changed an awful lot.

“You’re worrying me, Matty. What is it?” I questioned instead of voicing any of that, a tad bit desperate to get him to focus on anything else. “Did something actually happen?”

Matty shook his head at my concern then paused, eyes skittering around the place again before he shrugged. “Hann brought George along, didn’t he.”

Ah.

A deafening quiet followed that admission as I took it in and digested it.

I swallowed thickly and then nodded at him, “Right. Thought you’d seen him though, like in the studio and that… Shouldn’t’ve felt too weird, no?”

Matty chewed on his bottom lip. “Met up at this pub, meant to be the two of us. Just, didn’t expect Hann to drag him along too. Studio time’s been… strained, so I figured I could let loose a bit. But then… yeah, he showed his face and the whole night went tits up.”

I nodded. I hadn’t heard much about the band rehearsals to be honest, just that things were progressing slowly, but to hear that they’d been difficult because of where George and I now stood, was a tough pill to swallow.

“So what, you two argued then?”

He shrugged at me again, spinning his half-empty mug about the countertop which must’ve been lukewarm at best by now.

“I was fuming. Even told Hann so. But, I stuck around… he wanted me to hear him out.”

I frowned at that. “Hear him out?”

Matty licked at the corner of his mouth, and I saw the visible bags which sat beneath his tired eyes. I silently questioned whether he’d even slept since getting in. 

“He wanted to talk, alright? Wanted me to hear his side of things, to hash things out so that we could get this album finished.”

I scoffed, almost angry now. “Fuck him! What about me? I spent a whole year trying to work out what happened with us! I almost died trying to find out what the fuck was up with him!”

Matty winced at that.

“But no, any body fucking else and he’ll let you know willingly! Are you actually being for fucking real?”

I doubt Matty even had an actual answer to give me then but I didn’t give him the chance to take another breath. Too fired up, hurt by the mere idea of George telling anyone but me anything. 

I pushed up out of the barstool I’d taken seat on and fought back the sudden aching in my throat. “Me! The only person he should be fucking telling anything at all is me, Matty!”

“I know-” 

I cut him off again, pacing back and forth around the island now. “I mean, what the fuck? Is he being serious? Oh, let me just tell Matty about all this sad shit I’ve been going through… about how much of a twat I’ve been this last year, and how sorry I am for being a massive knob-head… maybe then he’ll feel bad enough for me that we can finally finish off this shitty album we’ve been working on!”

Matty made a face, either at my bad impersonation of the bellend he’d dubbed his drummer, or for calling the current album he was working on shit. I didn’t care.

“Look I know you’re ticked off but-”

“But nothing, Matty. What did he even tell you? ‘Cause I’d honestly love to know. Seeing as it almost cost me my life and fucked me for the rest of it.”

Matty looked torn. Small almost, as I stared him down. A striking contrast to his typical outlandish demeanour. So striking in fact, it stopped me short.

“You know what? I don’t even care. I can’t do this.” I said defeatedly, dumping what little remained of my tea into the sink and doing a complete 180.

“Where’re you going?” I heard Matty call out after me, but I didn’t bother to offer him a reply as I stormed my way down the hallway. I pulled on the nearest pair of trainers I had to the front door, as well as the massive parka Matty had slung over the bar of the banister, and threw open the front door. He chased after me. “Y/n, what the fuck?”

“I’m going out.”

“I can fucking well see that!” Matty shouted from behind me, fumbling with his heavy boots by the stairs as I made my way down the paved drive. “At least wait for me, yeah?”

“I’m going out alone, Matty.” I reiterated tonelessly, buzzing the front gate a couple times for it to open.

“Y/n! Don’t be a prat, just wait up and we can go together. Yeah?”

I slammed the large gate shut behind me and caught sight of him hastily patting down his pockets, more than likely looking for his house keys.

“Matty,” I sighed, more numb than angry now, “Please, just…”

He stopped short on the front step, face frantic with a single boot on his foot and one arm slung in the wrong end of a padded puffer jacket. 

“Please.” I repeated, voice hoarse and strained by the many emotions I felt. 

His expression seemed to fall slack then and he nodded to me mutely. The length of driveway stood between us felt like an ocean in that next moment, but it also allowed me to finally breathe without the suffocating guilt that seemed to drown me wherever I went.

I took one step back, and then two. Then I was walking away from the confines of Matty’s house, the same place that had done nothing but welcome me, feeling freer than I had done in weeks. Months even.

Thoughts of betrayal and trust, anger and hurt, then humiliation, all of it just swimming in my veins. All of it swarming beneath the surface, buzzing under my skin. 

I walked for a while. Long enough for my ribs to ache and my lungs to burn.

But I didn’t dare turn back, not yet.

My mind was finally empty. The nippy air that kissed my skin wrapped itself around me like a layer of armour, shielding me from what little else could rip me apart. And I revelled in that. 

I only stopped when I wandered upon a familiar street and peered down it towards an even more familiar shop sign. Almost on autopilot my feet made their way towards it, trailing past cracks in the pavement and the many weeds which crawled out by the curb, before they shuffled over the threshold.

“Y/n, love? Is that you?”

—

I sat in a similar position to the one I’d been in earlier in Matty’s kitchen, only now I was propped up against a register with a soothing cup of camomile in hand. 

Delia was stood beside me, chopping away at flower stems, humming an old tune. She’d been overjoyed to see me, only having stopped in to visit me a handful of times since the accident.

She’d ushered me about the shop, showing me what was new whilst simultaneously scolding me for having turned up out of the blue when I should’ve been resting. But she made me feel at home all the same, almost like nothing was awry, like nothing had changed. 

But it had. I knew it. And she knew it too. 

I felt it in the twinge my ribs gave every time I breathed, and she saw it in the gruesome tell of my sad smile. 

“Can you still love someone who’s really hurt you?” I asked her after a prolonged pause, taking up the silence that had since settled between us. 

Delia lulled momentarily before she begun snipping again. 

“Love isn’t something we can control, sweetheart. It comes, and it goes. It’s a strange thing but it’s what keeps us alive, isn’t it? If it didn’t hurt, dear, then it wasn’t real.”

I thought on it, staring blankly ahead.

“So, we just forgive them then? Forget that they hurt us?”

“No, not always. Sometimes the people we love… they hurt too. Only they hide all that hurt behind closed doors. Behind a mask even. But just because they hurt, it doesn’t excuse their actions. Only we get to decide who we let into our lives, who we forgive, who we forget…”

I lingered on that statement for a second, but then she spoke up again. 

“Is this about that boy?”

I hummed to voice my confusion and looked over at her with a quirked brow. 

“That boy of yours. Tall, quiet. George I think he said his name was.” 

My wide eyes stayed trained on her, even whilst she continued to arrange her bouquet. If Delia knew the weight her words had on me she didn’t let it show. 

“He came in often, kept me company when you were in the hospital. Didn’t say much, just worked. Trimmed and watered, I even taught him to wrap. Was quite the natural, actually. But I only let him in after I remembered he’d visited with your Matty, and that one other fella with the beard, the night everything happened.”

She looked at me then. Must’ve seen the tears welling in my eyes because she took my hand, squeezed it tight.

“We’re all human, love. We all hurt, and we all make mistakes. We love. We lose. But, it is ultimately up to us on who we allow in and out of our lives. Who we give second and third chances to. Everyone has their reasons, their own demons. Even those closest to us. But it’s what they do afterwards that counts. How they make it up.”

I didn’t offer her a reply, too lost in my own multitude of thoughts, but continued to sort through the white and red tulips she had laid out. We stayed like that for a while until the bell over the shopfront jingled and I glanced up to find a familiar head of curls stood there.

Delia shot me a knowing smile when I turned towards her in surprise, she simply jilted her head over at the door like she’d been expecting him. “You should be getting home. Rest up and think on what we spoke about, yes?”

I nodded thoughtlessly and allowed her to rope me into a warm hug, wrapping an arm around her middle when I found the strength. We parted ways and there Matty was, patiently waiting for me even after the way I’d left him. 

I wanted to resent him a little for that, for always being there, for never allowing me to push him away. But I couldn’t. Not when he took my hand in his. 

He said something to Delia as we left and let the door rattle behind us before he led me up the hilly street. It was quiet out, the lunch time rush had been and gone and it was nearing closer to the time most schools let out. I wondered how long we had until he was spotted.

We didn’t speak as we made our way back, his hand in mine, his eyes glancing over towards me every few steps even when I tried to conceal the dampness that clung to the tops of my cheeks.

I’d never been much of a crier. Or at least I’d like to claim as much, but this last year… these last couple of months had been…

I don’t reckon there was a word for it.

I just felt so defeated. Lost.

All I wanted was answers. 

All I needed was to be somebody else.

Part twenty>

[cure-typhoon]

what happens in the runaway au-????

im quite invested now-

Okey so i think its time i talk about what happened after this post :3 Heads up, long post! CW: Violence, Blood and Death (i will also put in the tags)

After the encounter in the cabin, they tried to talk to Karkat about what happened but because he is so disorientated they decide is better to take him to a hospital, he REALLy doesn't want to go, and says he just needs a bath and ''HE'LL BE FINE''

So they come to some sort of compromise and decide they'll talk about it again after he relaxs a little and eats something. So they go to Tavros's place, as it was the closest

After some food, they're able to finally talk more calmly. They try again but Karkat still doesn't remember anything, he doesn't know why he attacked them and he can't even remember it happened even thought it was like an hour ago.

From the past year since he has been missing to the moment he attacked them is completely erased from his mind, he doesn't understand what's happening and is a very stressful situation for everyone involved. The only thing he remembers is right before he went missing, with him having to stop his car back home because ''THE CAR SUDDENLY STOPPED'' and him having to check it out, with the last thing he remembered was a bright light, and thats it.

Because of that, they tried again to go to a hospital, but Karkat is really against it and they dont understand why, he doesn't want to go out AT ALL and is very scared and even though he can't understand why, his body is basically screaming him ''NO'' to the idea of going to a very populated area with other people. But he is obviously not fine, he has been missing for a year, can't remember anything of it, is malnourished and was covered in animal blood when they found him.

They start to argue until someone knocks on the door, Tavros goes to answers it and is a group of paramedics who came here because ''Of a call they got'', Tavros is confused and asks to the group ''Who called in for an ambulance?'' causing confusion because it looks like no one did

''Can we come in?'' they ask, Tavros is unsure and tells them they got the wrong house, ''We're sure we got the right address'' while they try to keep the door open. Equius steps in and tell them to leave

That's when a chaos insues, the ''paramedics'' get into a full fight with Equius, it's obvious that theyre trained in combat because they're able to defeat Equius, even thought he is pretty strong. He gets injured badly and is left on the floor bleeding after he got stabbed

The group starts to freak out because they dont understand whats going on, but the pair of ''Paramedics'' tell them they need to calm down and if ''theyre friend'' (Karkat) goes with them, but obviously that wasn't going to happen.

It didn't end well for them.

Karkat, or rather the alien who is possessing him, proceeded to fight, murder and the eat the souls of both of them, only for their bodies to become dust and disappear in the wind

After that, he walked out the door and tried to leave, only to be stopped by Kanaya who tried to reasure things will be fine, even if she doesn't know what is going on or the fact she just saw her childhood friend murder and turn to dust two people. The alien told her that its better for them to leave both of them alone as things will only get more dangerous the more time passes and that he can take care of himself and Karkat on his own.

She is somehow able to convince him to help and after that it starts the runaway part of the whole story, as Kanaya is adamant to help Karkat with this whole thing, while the group thinks she is going to get killed. Only to join her later.

At the end they have to escape from the people who are trying to capture Karkat and as he goes through his metamorphosis and are basically constantly on the roadway while they look for ways to help him and try to find out what the fuck happened while he was missing, as the Alien is not the most cooperative person

Its gets more complicated than that but i am already making things long lol, hope you enjoy

[smartycvnt]

Just Say It

Pairing: Adam Page x Reader Prompt: "I'm pregnant."

This had gotten out of hand. You had one of your first doctor's appointments coming up, which you knew Adam would want to go to, but you hadn't let him know that you were even pregnant yet. You meant to tell him nearly a month ago when you found out, but then he had gotten concussed and been so focused on getting better and back in the ring. Your pregnancy seemed like something that would distract him, and so you used that as an excuse to not talk to him. Now though, he was back and decided that to celebrate, he was taking you out for a nice dinner.

It was a shame how difficult of a time you were having relaxing and enjoying yourself at dinner. Adam had been repeating himself several times throughout the meal because you just couldn't keep any concentration. Your mind kept drifting back to whether or not he would be happy about this or not. His career hadn't come up as a conversation topic, but it had been agreed upon early on that he would step back to help raise any children the two of you had, whether you ever decided to get married or not. You didn't want to have to ask him to step back or make him think that he had to, so telling him had become quite the daunting task for you.

"So, what's been on your mind all night?" Adam asked as the two of you walked along the driveway back to his house. You had yet to officially move in, but it was feeling more like home than your own place that was maybe 35 minutes away. "And don't try telling me that it's nothing because I know better than that."

"There's been a lot on my mind, both personal and not I guess. I'm really glad that you're better now though," you told him. Adam nodded, despite the slightly confused look on his face. The two of you kept walking in silence for a couple more moments before Adam stopped you.

"I know it's scary to think that I could get hurt again," Adam said. You hadn't thought about him getting hurt again. You had only been afraid of telling him about your pregnancy. You didn't know whether or not you'd be able to handle taking care of both Adam and a baby. Your face paled and Adam quickly realized that he had made a mistake. "It's just a possibility, not a guarantee. Everybody's good and careful. I've told Tony I don't want to work with anyone reckless, that I just won't."

"That's not it. Well, that wasn't it, but now it might be. Honestly, I should just come out and say it, like I should have like a month ago, but sometimes saying things is hard. Well, saying the important things are hard." You took a deep breath and continued, "I'm pregnant."

"W-what?" Adam stammered. You could see the information immediately registering and the reaction of shock written all over his face. He took a step back and sat down, running his hands over his face and through his hair. You stood there across from him, terrified that he would tell you he was leaving you. That fear only intensified whenever you heard Adam crying quietly into his hands.

"Adam?" you asked. He tried to calm himself down, but there were still tears in his eyes when he looked up at you. "This isn't the end of the world."

"Of course it's not. This is great. I didn't know when to bring it up before, but I've been thinking a lot about the things that are important to me. I can't tell you how happy this makes me, that we're already starting on our family together. There's nobody else in the world I could think to do this with except for you," Adam told you. He stood up and pulled you into a hug, quietly muttering apologies for scaring you. You began to relax a lot more about this, knowing that Adam would be a great father and potential husband one day.

[itsizzydizzy]

Cold Shoulder Pt.2 (Ghost x f!reader)

Summary: A continuation of Ghost and new 141 recruit "Angel" on her first day and linger feelings they are left with after there few interactions.

a/n: idk if anyone care about a part 2 about to the blurb I wrote forever ago, but I finally got the urge to write more. I'll probably continue, but when is up to fate at this point. I also apologize for my grammar.

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Eventually you found yourself out the office of the Captain, where Soap left you mentioning he’d see you for dinner soon after. “He’s expecting you, so just head on in. He don’t bite” He called before turning the corner. 

You gazed at the door plotting your best angle of entry. You got comfortable around others easily, but you were weary of starting off on the wrong foot. And barging in had never been your style, nor your expertise. Raising your hand to knock on the door you let out a long breath gathering your courage. 

Just as you start to knock on the door your fist makes contact with the broad chest of the masked lieutenant you only just met hours before. “Sorry sir, I … I was knocking when… the th-door opened-”

Before you can say anything else Ghost simply grabbed your wrist, you realized embarrassingly was still on his chest, and lowered it back to your side. He didn’t spare you a glance from what you could see as he brushed past you down the hallway.

Left stunned outside the Captain’s office the next thing you heard was “Oh the Lieutenant isn’t much for pleasantries. Come’n have a sit.” Finally crossing the threshold of the doorway you found yourself across from the Captain Price you had heard so much about. The sudden awkwardness that runs through you has you void of any words as Price finds your file on his desk. But as he flips through your file the worry you thought was rising within you is replaced with the subtle shock of ease you find.

Price glances up at one with a smirk, “Don’t worry, you're not being interrogated, just like to get to know the newcomers.” You don’t want to get your hopes up, but see you just the few moments you’ve talked to Price why Laswell speaks so highly of him. Very few if any of your superiors in the past were ever so casual and offered respect without routine bootlicking. 

You almost asked Laswell to resend the recommendations she told you she had put out for you to be promoted to the few available positions various task forces she thought would be a ‘good fit’. She had always been there to be an advocate for you but more often than not the needed push when you rather had become just some wallflower. So when she pushed you to the 141, convincing you your talents would be wasted otherwise. You accepted having to put up with the usual song and dance of military social circles, and got on the helicopter with a wary glance at Kate one last time till you hopefully crossed paths again.

But now you found yourself thanking Kate for her kindness and for her adamance for you to come here. You knew Laswell trusted Price and you trusted her. Maybe your awkwardness was a budding of trust, that you hadn’t known since meeting Kate. 

Letting out a slight breath you give a quick smile and tell Price, “Well, what do you want to know?” Seeing the Captain relax back in his chair loosen the tension in your shoulders and head.

With an inquisitive look he asked, “ So how come they call you Angel?”

The new found ache Ghost in is the only thing he can focus on between his breaths and steps down the hall as he leaves Price’s office. 

It's enough that the next mission is three weeks away and his mind was already drowning under the weight of his duties. But having to add another cog into the machine. Another life. You. 

Price was not keen to lean into his request for a smaller, more convert team for the upcoming mission, “Simon no need for you to bear anymore weight, that’s why we're all here.”  The words rang through his head the moment the Captain said them, ordered them. The footsteps Ghost heard down the hall cutoff any reply he had. And he could have done without the reminder of you being here as he left. 

But the ache wouldn’t leave. Even with every furl and flex and furl and flex by the time he made it to the mess hall for dinner it had made no difference. He thought it best to leave for his room, but that decision was cut short by the yell of “Oi Ghost!”

He’d get hell from Johnny if he was too aloof, and Ghost had little time to deal with it these coming weeks. Stepping into the mess hall he ignored the stares of other recruits and b-lined to Soap and Gaz. Furl. At least it was just those two at the table. Flex. Sitting down he barely heard their comments about his ‘ebbing and flowing appetite’ and Soap’s remark on his gaunt face followed by the sergeants' roaring laughter at his cleverness. Furl. 

It’s not that the mask kept them from seeing anything, but kept the worst of Simon in. The roaring in his head that he didn’t need anyone else to hear, or that’s at least what he had been telling himself. Flex. Because if everyone saw him as Ghost there was no issue with him just floating around in moments like these. But the expectation for Simon would be different. Furl. He could lead his life at an arm’s length as Ghost, and that was good for him. Flex. As long as he kept everyone at a distance he would make it through these next couple weeks and the mission and no attachments would-

“Oh, shit, L-Lieutenant, I didn’t mean to drop my tray on your hand, I’m so so sorry!” You said. You. Ghost hadn’t even noticed Gaz and Soap calling you over to join, or you sitting down across from him. He furled his fingers in from being trapped under your tray, raising his gaze to your’s.

“No harm.” He said flexing his fingers on top of the table before retreating blew the table. Furl. The sheepish smile you flashed only made the ache in his hand increase. He had to turn away from your face and hope for relief. Ghost tried to focus on Soap asking about your meeting with the Captain, but your response about a phone call or something cutting it short slashed through that. Flex. From your banter with Gaz and quips with Soap the roaring just increased, he took all his will to focus on the space between you and the sergeant. Furl. But every sentence you spoke the cadence rattled through him pulling his focus. Flex.

But before he knew it the three of you stood to dump your trays, and as he turn to make his way finally to his room-

 “Lieutenant, um, do you want my orange?” You say bearing it in your outstretched hand to him.

“I’m good” Ghost said over his shoulder. Furl.

“I just hate having the toss it is all and also hoped it could serve as a small apology for all the times I invaded your space in the span of an hour.” You rambled offering the orange up again. A small part of you was hoping he would just leave and save you from the blackhole forming in the pit of your stomach. His eyes flicked down to the fruit then back to you. You must have seemed like some poor soul presenting a meager offering to an benevolent god from the way that stare burned into you.

But by some mercy or grace he reached back to grab your offering. His hand not only engulfed the glowing orb but most of you hand seemed to be swallowed to. The gloved tips of his fingers brushed your palm giving you the closest sensation of touching the untouchable. You hadn’t realized your breath was still in your chest since his gaze had met yours. 

And as you released the air back into the open it in turn released his presence. Like your wind had blown him back to wherever he was going or had come from. Like he was never there. 

But as you turned back to the dish line to dump your tray, furling your fist you could still feel the streaks that seemed to linger on your palm. Trying to hold that feeling, that something had been there. 

The sun had long set, coating the base in a blanket of darkness, but Ghost’s room was anything but dark. The source on his nightstand, that seemingly glowing orb. Even turned away from it the light of the fruit burned through his chest. Sleep never came easy, but tonight was impossible. 

Sitting up on the end of the bed, Ghost stared at the orange. Christ, Simon it's just an orange. But even that thought did nothing to lessen the burn its present held. It was stupid. To let his focus be drawn onto something like this. Reaching over and clearing the way to the trash in less than two steps Ghost held the orb out to its final descent. 

The ache returned, his hand finally locking up turning to stone. He could feel it over take him slow building in his chest, but there in his fingertips fire burned. Even through his gloves life or awareness or something sparked into his very being. Only made more real by the eye contact you held with him. It wasn’t a glare, glace, or judgment. It was just a look, one he hadn’t experienced. 

He looked at your peace offering, its weight increasing with each passing moment. Throwing it in the trash would only serve as a visual reminder of its weight dragging down to deepest trenches. God, Simon it's an orange. 

And as his fingertips punctured the skin the ache ebbed. Shifting it to his other palm the energy flowing in his fingers began peeling back the skin. As each piece dropped to the trash, that weight that he had felt from the afternoon slowly lifted. His chest rose and fell, enough so he walked back to his bed and sat on the edge. And with every breath in and out he could chew and swallow each slice.

No light burned through his chest and the lift weight had him rising towards the surface. Slowly but rising. 

But as his head returned to his pillow the light coat of frost still coated his fingertips. The memory may linger, but it will fade. Something told Ghost it wasn’t going to be easily erased though. 

You offered. He accepted. He had cracked open a window to you so soon. Maybe too soon. 

[gerec]

Maybe you’ve been asked this before but which enemies to friends to lovers fics do you recommend

I remember one where Erik and Charles had a connection but Charles didn’t response and Erik made out in front of him at a party to rile him up but now I can’t find it anymore

I'm don't recall the fic you're talking about (or that scene specifically sorry) but I'm happy to share some of my favorite 'Enemies to Friends to Lovers' and 'Enemies to Lovers' fics!

Accidentally Welcome to the Rest of Your Lives by kianspo

Non-powered college AU. Erik and Charles have nothing in common until they end up having sex at someone's party. They don't have much in common after that, either, but find each other a hard habit to quit.

Doors Unlocked and Open by Clocks

Charles is certain that the new auditor Erik has come to ruthlessly slash at his department’s ailing budget. Sure enough, all they do is argue, bicker and fight.

Charles has never wanted to kiss anyone more in his life.

Special Topics in Mutant Studies by populuxe

The trouble with Charles Xavier isn’t just that he teaches genetics and holds terrible views about mutant rights—it’s also becoming increasingly clear that everyone but Erik seems to love him.

Sharp Edges by Nalou

Erik has never been good at staying out of trouble, to the point of thinking he might be a magnet for assholes (funny, since he's also kind of a real magnet, but that's not the point). He hates it, it has effectively ruined his life until now, and he sincerely hopes he'll be able to blend into the crowd of normal people in his new city. But luck still isn't on his side. His head is still full of fear, pain and anger. His new probation worker is a hairy, cigar-smoking cunt. His new high school is filled with mutantphobes, and he's barely arrived when he comes across the worst of them: Charles Posh Twat Xavier. Okay. This is war, then.

We're Not Really Falling Apart, We're Just Incomplete by Harleydoll

“To my knowledge,” Erik said softly, as he examined his hostage, “The only time people aren't scared of me is if they've come across worse. “And honestly, I didn't think there was much worse than me in this city. Curious, don't you think?”

Xavier's eyes flickered, jaw clenched. “Are you going to kill me?”

“The look on your face suggests you're asking me to.”

The Skin Outside Is Taking You For A Ride by blarfkey

The fights between Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr are legendary, and after four years Principal McTaggart is sick of it. After their most recent screaming match in debate club, Principal McTaggart gives Erik and Charles an ultimatum: they must help Raven work on the Senior play and the next fight that breaks out between them will result in expulsion.

Forced to be civil for the first time in their lives, Erik and Charles must reconcile their tumultuous rivalry with the new versions of each other they slowly discover.

the way it travels in and keeps emitting light by populuxe

Charles and Erik aren’t friends: their mutual dislike was both instant and enduring, from that very first day Raven introduced them. But when Charles gets into a life-altering accident, the connections between all three of them start to fundamentally shift, too.

Rum and Coke by JackyJango

Erik watches raptly as Charles sips on his scotch and coke; watches the high spots of colour on the apple of his cheeks, watches the line of his pale throat exposed above the blue t-shirt, the bob of his adam’s apple as he swallows the drink, and his gentle hold on the flimsy plastic cup. A loose chestnut curl flails with the action.

Though the party is in full swing around them, Charles is only on his second drink. Not that Erik is keeping a tally-- of course-- he’s just bored.

invisible string by soetry (WIP)

“We’re just raising a child together,” Erik snapped. “Relax about it.”

in which charles xavier and erik lehnsherr were political opponents until they had to become allies until they horrifically became best friends and then accepted being awesome co-dads and everyone needs to calm down about it. especially them themselves.

no such thing as bad publicity by Ireliss

Several months ago, Charles Xavier and his twenty mutant students were kicked out into the streets after the Xavier mansion was seized by Sebastian Shaw to settle an old debt. At the same time, Erik Lehnsherr, founder and CEO of Lehnsherr Steel was embroiled in a publicity scandal that resulted in a backlash against his business. In an attempt to repair his reputation, Erik charitably opened his penthouse duplex to Xavier and his children. The kids are loud and hyperactive, and Xavier too damn kind and earnest and hopeful, but eventually they settled into an uneasy peace.

Now, months later, the publication of a provocative magazine article threatens to throw everything into chaos once more...

Enemies With Benefits by bettysofia

Casual sex with your sworn enemy gets tricky once feelings get involved.

'Tis the Season by ikeracity

Ten years ago, Charles and Erik were bitter enemies in college. Now Erik runs a mutant community center, and Charles is a successful physician. When the community center launches a volunteer-run free clinic focused on mutant health, their paths cross once again. Old wounds are reopened, and old grudges spring back to life. But will old feelings reignite as well?

only the sweetest words remain (accidentally welcome to the rest of your lives remix) by ikeracity

When the Prince of Wales comes to study for a semester in New York, Erik resolves to hate him immediately on principle. The last thing he expects is for a round of drunken sex at a frat party to turn into a habit, and for that habit to turn into something far riskier for them both — and far truer than anything they've ever known.

Playing House by ClarkeStetler, Goosenik

Erik Lehnsherr has been 'fighting for mutant rights' for the last couple years. Some might call it terrorism, but those people were narrow-minded. Unfortunately, this means that when Magda Maximoff died, no one was able to locate him to let him know that his children were without a guardian. Charles Xavier was selected as their foster parent instead, and had been doing an excellent job for the past year. Erik is back now and has no intention of being separated from his children, but working together for the kids is easier said than done.

Enemies With Benefits by FuryRed

Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr are the leaders of two opposing mutant factions; their rivalry played out over televised debates and in the articles of tabloid newspapers.

The tension between them is so palpable that, naturally, everyone assumes they're fucking- which they are, not that Erik is particularly happy about it... But he is content to console himself with the idea that it's just sex and nothing else, and that he is in no way interested in the spoilt little rich boy he can't seem to stay away from.

But then an attempt is made on both their lives and they are relocated to a safe house- a secluded cabin in the middle of the woods. At first Erik hates being forced into such close quarters with Charles, but gradually he begins to realise that 'hate' might not be the emotion driving him after all...

all your love is sunlight by ikeracity

Over twenty years ago, the world ended in an inferno. From the ashes of what was once a modern world, survivors gathered what remained and slowly knit civilization back together. The Keep is one of the largest new cities in the north, ruled by the iron fist of a mutant named Apocalypse. He keeps an inner circle of favored mutants around him, a mixture of some of the most powerful mutants to walk the earth. But when his most prized treasure, Charles Xavier, escapes from the Keep, he sends wanderer and hunter Erik Lehnsherr after him.

An easy task, Erik figures. But soon enough, he discovers that Charles is much more of a handful than he'd bargained for. Their tumultuous meeting sets into motion a chain of events that will lead them deep into unfamiliar territory--in both the world and in matters of the heart.

It's Office Not Orifice by Fullmetalcarer

Erik Lehnsherr hates Charles Xavier. He's arrogant, patronising, condescending and entitled. He doesn't look like a head of department, he looks like some twink who should be standing on a street corner in too tight jeans and a cut-off tee.

But the sex is great. The angry, hate fuelled, venom filled sex is fantastic. Until it's not.

[rainchyna]

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a/n ‎♡ i just wanted to say thank you, to everyone for showing love and support towards this series. i want you guys to know that all your lovely comments and hilarious memes meant the absolute universe to me. but alas, everything has an end (apart from ric flair’s career) and this series has come to an end, with this being the final episode. y/n and edge are finally happy together 🥹. thank you, truly, for your support and love towards r:s and me. i love you 🫶🏼

warnings! [ cussing, fluff, christian being christian per usual, apparently idk how matches work, violence, smut LMAO, pwlp, praise, oral (f), multiple orgasms (f), squirting, a lot more vanilla than you think, overstimulation??]

on the entre trip to the arena, three things were going on. christian kept complaining about how it was adam's turn to drive and that he was already tired of having him back, adam was babbling about how concerned he was about getting chewed out by vince when getting back for not being at the hotel or rehersals for the show, and you were giddy and bubbling on the inside because even though you were sitting the back seat while adam sat in the front passenger seat, he still held your hand through the gap between his and christian's seat.

"christian?"

"yeah?"

"why'd you text matt from my phone?"

christian could've swerved right there, "how did you know it was me?" this genius asked. "i didn't, i just got you to admit to it. still though, why?" you ask. "well, i wanted to talk to matt to understand what the hell was going on with you and him. to be fair though, i could've just asked him in real life" he answered.

"or you could've just texted him from your phone" you point out. christian just eyed you through the rear view mirror. "that. that too" he remarked.

"wait, who texted who from ... where?" adam asked

"long story" you and christian replied in union.

6:15 pm, later that day.

“baby, wake up"

"hm"

"did she drool in my fucking car seat-"

"relax-"

"wake the fuck up, bozo. we're here! and we're late! and stop drooling in the seat bro!” christian almost yelled.

everything was a little hazy, until chrisitian's last sentence went through your right ear, into your brain, and out your left ear. "were here?!" you cry as you jump out of your seat, "and we're late?!" you were grabbing onto too many things at once, almost dropping your bags and phone in the process. "woah, chill there, tiny" adam teased. "you're like two inches off of the floor anyways, don't fall on your face now"

“i will power power bomb you, right here. right now” you glare at adam while he just giggles.

“you two are the reason i can’t have nice things” christian mumbled.

as you three power walked your way through the building, everything felt like tonal whiplash. staff running around making sure everything was perfect, talent filming segments for their own storylines, some just walking around chatting, and per usual, there was yelling from somewhere. you were met with confused looks from those around. where were you three for the past days? why didn’t you arrive with the rest of the roster? how dare you miss rehearsals? were y’all aware that the show begins in like two hours?

“i’ll see you two at catering?” you asked before entering the women’s locker room. “yeah definitely, and bring lita with you. least we can do is be briefed about the match” christian said. “wait, give me a kiss” adam pulled you in. one kiss became two, and two became three.

“kill me” christian said walking away.

“c’mon! go, we’re already late” you pushed adam away. “one more!” he demanded, stomping his foot like a little child.

“go!” you laughed.

as you walked in, you were immediately tackled down to the floor by someone you assumed was lita. “ i was so worried about you! where were you?” her familiar, sweet voice asked. “long story, but i’ll tell you if you do my hair! and quickly explain what we’re supposed to do later” you squeak under her.

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6:49 pm, that same evening.

“he thought you were dating matt?!” the red haired girl asked. “i know! bitch, i was as confused as a hot dead dog on a swing” you reply. “girls, does anyone have red lipstick?” you ask, “i do!” trish answered, “wait, so you drove all the way back home to get him?” lita asked, “personally, you won’t catch me driving 18 fucking hours to see a man. but, hey, as long as he loves you” trish said handing you the dior lipstick.

“we’ll, i do love him” you smiled, as you applied the glossy shade on your lips. “love the new gear by the way” trish added.

your new gear consisted of cargo black pants, a tight leather mandarin collar vest and bright red sneakers. “you’re actually my favourite person” you told trish.

“i’m right here!” lita said

you and lita step out hand in hand, towards catering. “where are the hardys?” you asked. “at the men’s locker room i think?” lita said. “i don’t know. last time i checked, they were at catering” she added. “check the locker room, i’ll check catering” she says letting go of your hand.

as you headed towards the men’s locker room, all you could hear was loudness, unidentifiable loudness. you knock on the door, and wait. no one shows up, you knock again louder, still no one. you knock one last time, before pushing the door, and what a sight it was.

the blue meanie was on top of jbl, both on the floor. the blue meanie was landing punches on jbl’s already bruised face. on that side of the room were the undertaker, kane, ken shamrock, and very agitated taz pulling them away from each other, and on the other side of the room were edge brushing his hair and christian lacing up his boots, jericho was reading a book, and a crash holly and shawn michaels who were very calmly chatting, clearly unmoved by whatever was going on across from them.

“oh, hey y/n/n” shawn greeted you, “you need anything?”

and everyone seemed to stop dead in their tracks, all eyes were on you now. all the wrestlers involved in the fight were glaring at you as you just stopped some type of main event. “i swear i knocked” you quickly defend yourself, “you two come here, now” you whisper-yelled at adam and christian. you immediately step back as the door closes in your face.

“why does it smell like that it there?” you ask yourself, face scrunching up. it smelled like a wet socks and cheddar cheese.

“what?” christian asked, dragging adam behind him who was still brushing his hair. “where are the hardys?” you ask. “they just went catering” adam answered, tucking the brush into his tights’ waist band. you were so used to his dumb shit you didn’t even notice it at first.

“well move it, we really need to go” you say. “hey!” lita came back, “ i found them… what the fuck is going on in there?” she asking hearing all the ruckus.

“don’t even ask” you answer.

7:15 pm, tag team match.

edge and christian were defending their tag team championships against matt and jeff, while lita was defending her women’s championship against you. it was a winners take all match.

the match itself was fast paced, mainly the boys went for a a more high flyer wrestling style, while you lita resorted to more high flying as well, you resorted to a more technical style. rarely where you able to showcase your talent and any chance you got you took.

jeff and christian were on the outside, exchanging punches, kicks and throwing each other on the announce tables. matt and edge were both crawling on the mat, taking their sweet time to reach and tag you and lita in. as soon as you saw matt reach lita, you turned your hand upwards signaling for adam to tag you in. as soon as you were both in, you began landing blows in each other. a moonsault from her to you, a leg drop, at one point she even attempted and shooting star press but you moved out of the way. you reversed it into a sharp shooter. the crowd loudly chanted your name as you paid tribute to the hit man in his land.

at this point, all four men where surrounding the ring. edge and christian cheering for you along with crowd, matt and jeff reaching out for lita to tap in. lita began moving her arms, trying to get them out from under her. your boys immediately ran and attacked the hardys, as they knew that if lita doesn’t tag them, one of they will break up the hold.

you tightened your hold, then lita tapped out. the referee immediately signaled for the bell to be rang. edge and christian have successfully defended their championships and you were the new women’s champion.

all three of you got in the ring, on one side of the referee was edge holding up his belt, and on the other side were you and christian holding up yours. team extreme were slowly walking up the ring, glaring at you with anger in their eyes, and holding onto random body parts as they sold their injuries.

you and edge walk hand in hand to the bar where everyone was. apparently, jbl was taken to wrestlers’ court for picking on the blue meanie, and his punishment was to pay for the roster’s dinner and drinks at the hotel’s bar and restaurant. all of you decided to celebrate your win by hanging out there.

the bar was jam packed with big, buff men and women as far as the eye can see. your outfit consisted of a tight fitting, little, black silk dress. black platform heeled boots and adam’s leather jacket was draped over your shoulders, your wore small to medium golden hoops and sported a white and gold dior hand bag. your make up was soft and glowly, and your lips adorned the same lipstick trish gave you, you looked gorgeous per usual.

“i would say ‘look at my wife everyone!’ but wow i don’t want anyone looking at you!” lita leaned in for a hug. “imagine how i feel” adam sarcastically remarked.

“sorry about your title, babe” you hugged your friend, “don’t even worry about it, there’s no one i would’ve wanted to drop it to other than you” she smiled.

“can y’all move?” christian pushed past you, “i heard bradshaw is paying for everyone, so i must order every possible drink there is” he added.

the hardy brothers soon joined you, bringing with them a bottle of champagne in celebration of your win. you all huddled in a quieter corner of the restaurant’s end of the bar, as the older veterans - who were join by vince for some reason - were most definitely going sit around and bitch about taxes, or whatever old people talk about.

jeff popped the champagne bottle open, “to our new women’s champion!” he cheered, raising a toast and everyone following suit. soon, christian came to your corner with tequila shots. “no, guys, c’mon. let the texan pablo escobar wannabe pay, don’t bring anything yourself. let the bastard pay!”

after a while of playing a drunken truth or dare, retellings of embarrassing stories and christian giving the expected drunk friend ‘i love you guys’ speech, adam poked at your side. “come with me for a second” he whispered.

you both step outside to the porch that opened up to the garden of the restaurant. there were fairy lights everywhere and quite hum of the chilly night breeze made the place feel a more magical than it should be. at one of the tables you spotted an old couple, mid-late 80s, having a candle lit dinner.

“do you think we’ll grow to be like them?” you ask, voice quite. “someday” adam says. “y’know, we haven’t had a moment to ourself for a while now” he says. “hm” you hum an answer. you stood there, taking in each other’s presence.

“oh yeah, i wanted to give you this” adam pulled away from you. he dug into his pants’ pocket, pulling out a little red velvet bag. he handed it to you, you looked at him for a split second before taking it. a small gasp fell from your lips, it was a silver and diamond necklace. he chuckled. “real diamonds. i was planning on giving it to you on your birthday, but i thought today was better” he smiled.

“don’t make me feel bad now, i got you a keychain for your birthday” you stated. “and i love it?? ‘happy birthday you sexy whore’? that’s literally me” adam laughs. “can you put it on me?” you ask. “of course” he takes the necklace from your hand.

you move your hair away, the cold metal is wrapped around your neck beautifully. adam kisses your shoulders before turning you around to face him. “i love you, i really do” he says, holding your face in his large hands. “i love you, more” you say. your eyes sparkled under the fairy lights, adam bringing you closer to him to kiss you.

your hands rest on his chest, as you deepen the kiss. he wraps his arms around your waist and yours hang around his neck. his tongue snakes into your mouth, clashing against yours. unconsciously you back him up against the porch wall, as you kisses get heated more and more by the second. you pull away from him, needing air. you look down at his lips, and you giggle a little. “what?” he laughs along. “you look like penny wise”. your lipstick was printed on and around his lips. “do you wanna go back to our room?” he asks. “please” you whisper.

“wait, let me wipe my lipstick off of you” you said tugging on his arm, as he was already heading inside.

“are you serious?” he almost sounded offended.

“uh, yeah?” you answer.

“leave it there baby, i want everyone to know i’m yours”

and your heart did a little something.

as you walk back inside, hand in hand, you quickly peep at your corner. christian was passed out on a couch, jeff had the ‘contemplating my life decisions’ drunk look and matt and lita weren’t even there.

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unlocking the door to your room, adam immediately latched himself onto you. “i missed you, so fucking much” he muttered against your lips. you kick the door shut as you kiss him.

“jump” he orders and you immediately do, he held you against him, remembering to enter the room no one used incasr christian came back later. he gently laid you on the bed, then began taking off his clothes. you pulled of your boots, jacket and dress, revealing a gorgeous lace set.

adam stripped down to his boxers and got on his knees between your legs. “what are you doing?” you ask. “i put you through hell, let me please you”.

he lips traced up your thighs with kisses, to your stomach, past your ribs and chest to your neck. he left gentle love bites around your collarbones and jawline. you grabbed his face and kissed him, you’ve waited too long for this. he kissed back down your neck, grinding on you as he goes.

he began gently sucking and nibbling at your neck leaving small, red markings on it. you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, adam’s hand slid down and pulled your legs over his waist, his hand then moved towards your clothed pussy. his fingers moved along the lace. “i can feel how wet you are through your panties, baby” he whispered. “then do something about it” you whimper.

it was all fun and games, until you dared him to do something about it. do something about it? sure.

he moved away from you, completely getting off of the bed. he pulled out the little chair that was at the vanity, positioning it at the end of the bed. as he sat down, he pulled you down towards him by your ankles. you’re in for it.

he pulled off your panties, and with his thumb, he rubbed slow, gentle circles against your clit. you close your eyes and your legs push against each other wanting to close. “keep your legs open, my love” he said, voice low. he pulled you closer to him, as he leaned down towards your pussy, one clean lick against your clit and slit, and you whimpered loudly. “if you want me to do something about it, then be louder for me”

his warm tongue moved gently on you, as your back slightly arched up. his tongue took a quick dip into your pussy, quickly coming back out. “p-please” you let out a broken moan. adam uses his right hand to keep your legs open and left hand to pry you open. his middle finger slowly sliding into you, softly thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. but it wasn’t enough, “more, please, please” you moan. he uses both his middle and ring finger on you, working them gently against you. his mouth moves back to your clit, lightly nibbling and sucking on it. “oh fuck, fuck just like that” you moan. “there she is” his voice raspy as he pulls away from you.

his fingers begin moving faster, and faster. occasionally slowing down just to tease you. his pointer was now added and his lips were harsher against your clit. you’re almost grinding against his face, desperately chasing an orgasm that’s building inside you. “faster, please, f-faster!” you cry. his fingers push and pull, curling inside you as his tongue laps at your wetness. he sucks on your clit even harder, making you grab the pillows above you as your orgasm bubbles inside you. he pulled away and used his other hand to rub your clit, “you like that, baby? hm?” he teased. “am i making you feel good?” “y-yes! yes, s-so good. d-don’t stop, please don’t stop” you beg. “aw” he coos, “if that’s what my baby wants” he says.

he moves his fingers away, and used his lips against you clit again. he could tell you loved it, your grinding against his face never ceased. until you started trembling. “a-adam, i’m g-gonna, i-, i…”.

“it’s okay, baby. cum for me”

and with one loud moan, you come undone around his fingers. but he doesn’t stop, continues licking and sucking on you like there’s no tomorrow. his large hands hold you down in place as you body shakes under him. “a-adam!” you cry, “adam, please!” your words were cut off by the three of his fingers pushing into you at once. “oh f-fuck!” you cry out loud, you were still sensitive from your orgasm. yet, you could still feel the heat of another building up. “i’m gonna c-cum again, baby, i-i’m really c-close” you moan, “ i know” he groaned. “i want you to cum on my face”. just idea was enough to make you moan out loud. your grip on the pillows go tighter and vision got hazier.

“‘m cumming!” you cry, as your orgasm ripples through your body. adam pulls away from you, licking his lips. your heart was beating fast and your breathing was heavy. a thin layer of sweat covered your forehead, adam got up, entering the bathroom. you could see his boner through his boxers. when he came back he had a towel in his hands. “legs up, baby” he whispered. you raise your legs that felt like jello up, and he slid the towel under you. next thing you know, he was tying his hair up.

oh?

oh.

“one more, can you take one more?” he asked, you nod weakly, already addicted to the euphoria he brought you. he slid his fingers inside in more time, only two this time and his tongue reached for you clit again. his free hand laying on your lower abdomen, you quickly fell for overstimulation, your clit was throbbing and your pussy was aching for him, you still couldn’t help but grind on his face. his light stubble tickling your sensitive inner thighs. his work on your clit was harsher his time, sucking, and licking everywhere he could, his hand slowly applying pressure on your abdomen it made you feel this way, it just did.

everything was so much faster this time, his fingers kept poking at the one spot that made your knees give out. you saw little black and white dots, and you felt dizzy. his hand kept applying pressure on your lower abdomen and you began clenching around his fingers hard. it felt different this time, it felt like you needed to use the bathroom.

“baby” your voice was panicked.

adam knew this tone, he got what he wanted. “a-adam, n-no, no more, i can’t-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence as you felt like you were on cloud nine, you couldn’t think. you just felt him on you. until it was too late.

“i’m gonna-!”

and you squirted all over his face and on the towel. “good girl” he praised. “good girl, you did so well for me”. you were barely able to see him. your pleasure mattered most to him, he would’ve forgotten about his boner, had it not painfully throbbing against the fabric of his boxers. he stood up, yanking off his boxers, his cock slapped against his abs. pre-cum slowly oozing from his slit. he held his cock in his hand stroking it for a second before asking, “can you take me, my love?”

your mouth wasn’t responding as quick as your body, as you found yourself nodding yes before verbally saying it. “speak up, honey” he encouraged. “y-yes, i can” you answer.

he held onto your hips, slowly pushing himself in. his let out a low moan because of how wet you were. despite trying to loosen you up a bit, you still felt tight around him. but it felt so good, you wrapped so deliciously well around him, he couldn’t think for a moment. your hot, velvety walls felt like the type of poison he’d be willing inject himself with. his thrusts were slow and steady, gently trying not to hurt you. he was big, and he knew he was big. he didn’t want to hurt his angel, not one bit.

he was building up and pace, sound of skin slapping against skin getting louder and louder. your moans getting louder as well, he wanted to take it slow with you, he really did. until you began begging “please be rough with me” and to “fuck me, please i want to you fuck me”, and fuck you he will.

he threw your legs over his shoulders and thrusted deeper into, nothing of you moaning each other’s names like it’s the only words you knew. you felt so good around him, so tight.

you gripped the sheets beneath you, almost unable to speak as you felt your next orgasm approaching, you tried to hold on for him, as much as you can, clenching around him hard, almost harder than he can take. “i-if you keep doing t-that i’ll cum” he warns you. “c-can’t help it” you moan. his thrusts get harder, so hard the bed frame was banging against the wall and creaking. you were moaning and whimpering so much it sounded like you were crying, your face was flushed pink, eyebrows furrowed and lips reddened and agape.

adam looked down at your stomach for a split second and he could’ve sworn he’d seen his cock moving inside you. “hurry! i can’t hold on for any longer” but he was mesmerized but what he’d seen to hear you, he thrusted deeper into you which made him miss out loud. “adam” you cry, “that’s it, t-that’s it baby. almost there” he groaned. you couldn’t get any tighter, or at least he thought, you tightened around him one last time before orgasming around him, which triggered his own orgasm.

you both laid there for a moment, it almost felt surreal. if this was a dream then you’d gladly stay asleep.

“did you like it?” adam mumbled, “l-like it?” you stuttered, “i literally can’t breathe” you exclaimed. you both laughed, you were both happy and it didn’t matter were this train was leading - for now you were happy with what you had.

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Whumpril 2023 - Day 15

Prison! Prison! Prison!

TWs: Ableism, dehumanization in a prison context, isolation

Isolation | Flinching | “Do you trust me?”

"Since you're new, you'll be on the easy stuff. Meal deliveries, escorting the chill prisoners places, that sort of thing. You'll be fine."

Paulo really wasn't sure how this was meant to be easy. The other prisoners had been alright, more or less. They'd assigned him the white collar guys, the ones in for fraud or theft. Business men. The kind that had likely never thrown a punch in their lives.

The groups were well-behaved, greeting Paulo and teasing him gently for being the newest hire. "You got the short end of the straw, eh?" The men who could've been friends with his father said, laughing amongst themselves. "We're a rowdy group, watch out. José plays a mean game of chess." And so they went, taking their hour in the yard jovially. No fights, no arguing. They just wanted some sun.

Now, though, Paulo found himself standing in front of Ortiz's cell. Solitary confinement. "It's just for his safety. He gets nervous around a bunch of people, and this is cheaper than keeping him medicated." His trainer had been adamant that it was okay. It had to be a prank.

Ortiz would eat him alive. He'd come out of that cell swinging. He'd smell fresh meat and they'd find his corpse during the next patrol.

Paulo rapped on the solid metal door. "Yard time. Hands on the wall." He announced, giving Ortiz one minute to comply. When he unlocked the door, scarred hands were up against the blank, stone wall. "Turn, palms towards the ceiling." Biceps that dwarfed his own didn't even tense as Paulo cuffed Ortiz for the walk.

"You know the drill. In front, hands facing yourself. Run and I shoot." Paulo just managed to keep his voice strong and even.

"Yes, officer." The flat, hoarse voice that answered didn't even seem bothered by the threat of being shot. He had to be crazy. "It's good to meet you." Ortiz said, walking in front of Paulo. "Is Officer Rodriguez alright?"

"I don't have to tell you anything." Paulo barked. Ortiz hummed, nodding. What was he nodding about? What had he decided on?

They kept walking.

Ortiz glanced in at the various common areas as he walked past. Paulo tensed. He was going to have to stop a rampage, wasn't he?

He didn't make a move to go into any of them, though. No one waved to him. It didn't seem like he knew anyone here, really. Not beyond Rodriguez, anyway.

They reached the pat-down area just before the yard. "You have fifty minutes." He said, uncuffing Ortiz once he'd made sure he didn't have any weapons on him. It felt like letting a tiger out of its cage with how those black eyes followed his hands. What was he supposed to say to this guy, again? "And no lying down." Whatever that meant.

"Understood, officer." Ortiz said. Paulo didn't like the small smile that flickered before he keyed the door open for the prisoner.

Ortiz just started walking. He had his head tilted back, face to the sun. His eyes were closed as he walked in a slow circuit around the yard. Guns were trained on him the whole time. He never stopped.

It was like Ortiz was in his own little world.

Paulo hated it. Even when he got a polite nod in response to his recall command and those terrible hands pressed to the wall again to come back inside, he couldn't relax. It felt like he was missing something. Only when Ortiz was safely in his cell again and the three locks turned, did Paulo let out a breath.

"So did you talk with Ortiz?" Paulo's trainer asked, not looking up from his crossword puzzle. "He's nice, right?"

"He's terrifying." Paulo grumbled, crossing his arms as he sat. "Crazy motherfucker."

"You'll get used to him." Rodriguez said, laughing. "He's weird, but just give him some books from the library and time to walk outside and he don't even care that he can't be around anyone. I'll take his crazy any day."