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Send You My Love On A Wire

Summary: Music had always been a big part of Wanda's life. Her parents loved music and they had passed that love down to her. She would've never thought that loving music would mean music would give her love back

Warnings: making out, a lot of cock blocking, smut, fingering, brief oral

A/N: The first half of this was in my drafts since the beginning of summer and I completely forgot about it despite the fact I never shut up about this concept. Anyways, it's finally here!!! Hope y'all enjoy her

Wanda loved concerts. The loud music, the cheering from fans, and the adrenaline rush came with every set. It was addictive. Her first concert was fresh in her mind. She was only eight years old at the time. Armed only with her favorite stuffed animal and bright red earplugs, she entered the world of music for the very first time. She had spent ample time in her parent's studio, but the concert was an experience like no other. The bright lights, people dancing, and being safely above it all while perched on her father's shoulders. Music had become Wanda's lifeline that day. It had only taken a few more years for her to throw herself into the industry entirely.

Soon, she was the one dancing and singing on stage. It was terrifying at first. Music was the first major life choice she made without her brother. Where she had fallen in love with bass guitars and layered choruses, Pietro fell in love with scene heading and camera angles. Their support for each other never faltered, but the fear was almost unshakable. It wasn't until she stepped on stage that her wings truly spread. Soon she was selling out stadiums in mere minutes and singing her out.

Of course, she was still herself. A little kid that loved music and the people that made it. Wanda still had a few celebrity crushes she couldn't let go of. Most were much older and married, but one, in particular, stood out.

The Thunderbolts was a group that popped up about a year before Wanda had started hers. They were a lot edgier and further on the alternative spectrum than what Wanda usually listened to, but she enjoyed their music nonetheless. Loud, exciting, and aggressive — all things she loved in music. The absolute beauty that was their concept only added to the appeal. Bastardized demigods in one album and humans possessed by unforgiving demons in the next, with the aesthetics to match. All the members put their all into creation, but you just stood out more than anyone. Though you were a guitarist, you'd occasionally take the stage as the main vocalist and would help other groups create choreography as well.

Unfortunately, Wanda could never get close enough to actually to you even if it was just for an autograph or a chance to praise you for working so hard. It was until one of her first real festival performances that she got the chance to meet you. She was apprehensive at first. You were very open about how you took major performances seriously and you were busy getting makeup done or tuning your guitar. Her dear brother, almost equally infatuated with your music, was determined to get an autograph since he couldn't attend the festival.

"Come on," Pietro groaned out as much as he could with a group of women frantically doing his makeup. "I can't be there to get it myself, can you at least try?" For reasons entirely beyond his sister, Petro was convinced all musicians had some secret clique or friendships they refused to tell the world about. "Just use your super good music privileges and get them to sign my shirt! Maybe we'll get a collab out of it!"

Wanda rolled her eyes at her brother's antics. "I've told you before, there is no secret music industry cult! Just catch them at another concern or something." She huffed out. There were a few hours before the start of the show. Maybe he could see you, or at least get her and her brother some new merch from one of the tents outside. "Okay, fine. I'll try, but don't start pouting when there's no signature on it!"

"Yeah," Pietro cheered childishly and gently pumped his fists in the air, careful not to hit the people around him. "I promise I'll make it up to you!"

Wanda chuckled softly before preparing to leave her backstage room. She and her brother were used to sneaking out for the sake of fun and privacy. She coasted through the crowds and stopped by the occasional vendor for snacks or new merch she hadn't seen yet. Her adventures were quickly cut short after she caught up in a line for Thunderbolts merch. Exploring seemed much more enjoyable, but Pietro would kill her if she didn't at least get him a crappy mug with the band's name on it.

"That just doesn't make any sense," said a gruff, familiar voice. "You call my boyfriend Wilson, my best friend Rogers, and my best friend's boyfriend Stark! What sense does it make for me to be ' Buchanan'?"

Wanda brushed it off as a case of her ears being fucked because of the loud noises around her. Maybe it was just a group of friends playing make-believe and telling jokes.

"Because ‘Buchanan’ is a much sexier name than 'Barnes'! Are you happy now, Barnes?" Less gruffly than the first voice but just as passionate about the conversation. “Your boyfriend, best friend, and best friend’s boyfriend have cool last names, and you don’t!”

Okay, no. That way definitely who she thought it was. Bucky and Y/N, members of her favorite band, were standing right behind her. Now was her chance. All she had to do was turn around and say something. Instead, Wanda found herself frantically fixing her clothes and nitpicking at her outfit. After what must have been half an hour, she turned to face you and your bandmate. “Um, hey.” There was an awkward pause as you and Bucky waited for her to continue talking. Wanda had no clue what to say and opted to lift her glasses and give a small smile.

That was all Wanda needed to do before it was your turn to freak out,

“Oh my god,” You whispered in shock, “You’re the Scarlet Witch!” You excitedly bounce on your heels while using your thumb and pointer finger to mimic the shape of the iconic crown. “I am such a big fan- uh, sorry if I’m being too loud,” Your odd ramblings would’ve continued had your friend not been kind enough to elbow you in your side. There was no telling how red your face had gotten within a few minutes, but you were sure it embarrassed you. It was like your brain had short-circuited. “Um, did you need something?” Your hand nervously ran down the side of your jeans.

Wanda couldn’t help but smile at you. You looked good on stage, but your awkwardness was unexpected. Not once did she ever think she’d see the lead guitarist of Thunderbolts would be blushing and tripping over their words — especially not because of her. “Oh yeah! If you guys aren’t too busy, I’d love it if you guys could sign some stuff for my brother. I’ll pay for you guys’ food as payback or sign some stuff back.”

“Deal! On the signing stuff, too. We already borrowed our manager’s debit card.” A mischievous grin crossed your face as you flashed the shiny metal card at Wanda. The ability to play cool and smooth talk people were usually something better suited for Bucky or Yelena. Today though, it seemed it was yours. “We can meet up at our backstage room. Y’know, so we don’t get trampled.”

“Sounds great, but order fast because people are pointing, and I’m hungry,” Bucky said. He never thought being caught up in such tension could be so draining.

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Wanda never expected a chance encounter to change her life so much. Having a record with your signature on it was quickly dwarfed by several things. To start, knowing you liked her music as well sent her over the moon. The only thing better than that was being your friend. You invited her to hang out at award shows and even gave her VIP seats at your concerts.

Her favorite moments were the more private between the two of you. When you would call her during late nights at your studio or just to catch up after being busy. Wanda was sure your other friends got similar treatment. That didn't make it any less special. Video calls were even better. It was a privilege to watch you effortlessly glide across the floor of the studio or be there to help you write a song lyric or two. It made Wanda feel special.

Touring made that difficult though. Moving around non-stop and constantly performing meant there was little time for the two of you to actually talk. Being the absolute sweetheart you were, you made an effort to send at least one super-long voice message about your days. Endless rants about Bucky absolutely devouring everything in sight, Ava and Yelena boldly and heated debates about abstract concepts you hadn't a clue about, and whatever else you come out of your head.

Unfortunately, one was unreasonably short. It was the last day of your tour, surely you'd have something to go on about. However, it seemed like anything noteworthy that day was somehow packed into a five-minute voice message. Despite her disappointment, she let it play.

"Hi, Wands," Your words slurred out excitedly. Shuffling and the sound of glass clinking were picked up by the speaker. "I just wanted to tell you how much I love you," The slurring continued, "and I mean really love you." Wind seemingly picked up out of nowhere as you snatched your phone and lay down on the ground. "You're so super pretty and super smart and so super nice! Like a super package!" Most of anything after that was a disjointed statement about Wanda's never-ending beauty and super cool and totally awesome music. A fit of giggles would cut through your ramblings every few minutes, but that didn't stop you. "I really want to be your partner….Wait no, I want you to be my girlfriend. I can be your girlfriend or your boyfriend, I can also be both! I'm super cool with either." You laughed at the thought. "I don't care what I am, I just wanna be it with you. Like, romantically."

Wanda was shocked. Her heart hammered in her ears and her face had gone beet red. Was this a confession she could take seriously? Probably not, but you sounded absolutely adorable and she downloaded it regardless of its validity. In the time it had taken her to formulate a response, you had already sent her another voice message.

"L is for the way you look…like my girlfriend!" The off-key and horribly unstable pitch didn't stop you from professing your love. Despite your obvious intoxication, you serenaded Wanda with the addition of a piano. "V is for very very, uh, extra pretty because that's what you are! Wait no, I missed the O…" The piano suddenly stopped and you hummed. "Oh right! O is for the only one I see- that one's an alliteration!" Your playing picked back up, this time much slower and less on the beat. "Um, E is…I don't remember what E is for — hey! Give it back I wasn't done talking to heeer!"

A struggle could be heard from the phone and for a second there was only silence. You were clearly outnumbered. The only thing that stopped Wanda from worrying was the familiar Russian accent that replaced your voice.

"Ah, sorry Wanda Maximoff. Bucky bet that they couldn't out-drink my dad and you know the both of them are sore losers. Hope you have a nice night."

With that, Wanda was left with her thoughts. It was probably best to just ignore it until you were sober enough to talk about it. You were a prideful person and would probably be very embarrassed in the morning, but there was no way she'd pass up the opportunity to confess. She took a deep breath and pressed the voice record button. "Hi sweetheart," She said in a sickeningly sweet voice knowing it would make you squirm. "I would just love for you to be my partner! I'll call you whatever you want to be called, but don't worry about that until you get home, okay? Just drink a lot of water for me and worry about everything else later. I hope you have a safe trip home, I love you!"

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You didn't have much time to yourself the next morning or most of the evening. Packing and flying home took all of forever, unpacking seemed to take longer than packing itself, and all you wanted to do was sleep. All that meant it was around 10:30 at night when you had finally checked your phone and listened to Wanda's message. The words filled your head and you could stare at your phone. You attempted to formulate a text in response. Do you apologize for not answering first or do you address the confession first? What if she was just joking?

Your fingers frantically started typing and stopped suddenly when you noticed Wanda typing as well. Then Wanda stopped immediately after you did, only to start again. The cycle continued two more times and only stopped because Wanda got irritated and decided to call you instead.

You answered despite your nervousness. "Uh, hey!" If it weren't for the fact Wanda would reprime you for doing so, you would punch yourself in the face for being so lame. The soft giggle from the other end of the phone was sweet enough to ease the tension in your body. "Um, you're up late."

Wanda giggled again. "I could say the same for you, sweetheart." Her voice was raspy from tiredness. She glanced at the clock on her studio wall and grinned. "Doesn't sound like you took my advice either, why don't you go drink some water before we talk?" It was cruel to boss you around knowing you'd scramble to please her, but it was for your own good. She listened tentatively as you walked from your bedroom to the kitchen and made yourself a glass of water. "So, did you mean it?"

A simple question, but it still made your heart race. You were so desperate to answer that you choked on your in the process. After a brief coughing fit and a few deep breaths, you could speak again. "I really did," You whispered into the phone. You were thankful Wanda couldn't see you at the moment. Though you were sure she'd appreciate your pajama shorts with her iconic crown printed on, you'd never recover from her seeing how flustered she made you. "But I totally understand if you—"

"Then prove it."

"What?"

"Ask me out again now that you're all sobered up."

You paused for a moment, hoping she was just messing with you. When that confirmation never came, you were forced to swallow your pride and confess a second time. "I think you're really pretty and I like you a lot…I would like it if you were my girlfriend and let me take you out on a date sometime soon." Wanda was nowhere in sight but your eyes darted around as if she was.

"I don't get an encore of that lovely song you made for?"

"Now you're just being mean!"

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Being a celebrity in a secret relationship was harder than you thought it'd be. There were only so many times you could get caught alone before the public began to suspect things. Keeping it from your inner circle was even harder. Everyone knew you and Wanda were close, but close couldn't explain all those late nights spent at her studio or the increasing amount of bruises that littered your body.

As if that wasn't hard enough, Wanda seemed to have no concept of secrecy or subtlety. The initial agreement was a month before going public, but that never stopped her from slamming you against every wall she could for a "quick kiss". Of course, it was never just one and they were easily the longest kisses you'd ever had in your life. It didn't matter if you were at a bar or your best friend's party. If she wanted you, she'd take you. Even if that was five minutes before your makeup call.

"Wanda, I have to go," You whimpered before your lover pulled you into another searing kiss. The burn in your lips had already sealed your fate, but Wanda was determined to keep going. Even when your hands had begun desperately tugging at her shirt and she ruined her makeup already, Wanda wanted more from you. "I'll let you do whatever you want when we get home, just let me go for now, please?"

Wanda leaned back and admired her handy work. Her lipsticks had rubbed off on your lips and down to your neck. Your knees had gone completely weak and you were almost out of breath entirely. Even in your desperation to escape her grasp, your eyes pathetically followed her every move. It wouldn't matter if Wanda gave you the freedom you secretly didn't want, you'd fall back into her arms and beg for release anyways. "You'd let me do what I wanted regardless," She said before going back in to make even more of a mess from you. You were wrapped around her fingers and wouldn't do a thing to change that. "I'll let you go in a minute, just be good for me."

You squirmed under Wanda's touch as she began to grope you. "Someone's going to see and I don't wanna get in trouble." Nearly all the conviction in your voice had disappeared and you could barely stand. It wasn't fair at all. "I'll come right back after we perform, but if I'm late for makeup they'll send-"

"Y/n? Oh-"

Your heart nearly popped out of your chest. "Alexei, I swear this isn't what you think it is! We were just..Wanda was…" Your brain flipped through any number of excuses you could come up with to explain yourself, but there just weren't any. A defeated sigh escaped your lips and you prepared for your world to come crashing down.

"This is exactly what you think it is and they'll be back in the dressing room in 2 minutes."

Alexei blankly stared at the both of you. Then he smiled. "You know, when me and Melina first got together we were just as adventurous as you two!" He stretched his arms out for a hug. "There is no reason to be ashamed of your true love for each other! Wherever you two have done, me and Lina have probably done it twice!" His attempts at consulting you never felt to miss the mark by an inch or two, but that was easily the worst yet.

A disgusted groan escaped your mouth as you suddenly sobered up from your producer's ramblings. "Well, that certainly killed my mood. I'll um, see you after my set…if they let me." You quickly ran off before Wanda could you back into her twisted web of lust. You were thankful your bandmates were too focused on getting ready to question your absence. Alexei seemed suspiciously quiet, but anything to keep you from the grilling your friends would give you.

However, with a band as neurologically different as yours, you couldn't escape them for much longer. Even the amazing performance and the adrenaline from engaging with the crowd couldn't save you from the numerous questions and ungodly teasing that looked over your head.

"In front of her dressing room, you couldn't wait long enough to open the door?"

"How long were you gonna keep this from me? I'm your best friend!"

"Did that stupid drunk excuse of a cover really work?? I expected Maximoff to have better standards than that."

You tried your best to keep still as your makeup artist carefully removed the prosthetic horns from your forehead. "I was gonna tell you guys, honest! We just wanted to keep it secret until we were sure about it. Also, it wasn't even my idea to make out, I was tryna get back here in time for the set!" You relaxed once all your makeup was removed. "And yes, the song did work but I'm not exactly proud of that one either."

"Look on the bright side, at least we won't have to deal with their drunk ramblings anymore," Ava said with a dry chuckle. "I think we should be happy, even if Wanda uses you for her demonic witch performances."

"It was one time and she isn't a real witch!"

"Those are just the ones you were sober enough to remember," Antonia said. She was more focused on carefully putting her guitar back into its case. "There was that time you got blackout drunk at the escaping Valentina party and you spent the whole ride mumbling about how cute Wanda's freckles were. Then a month later at Bucky and Sam's engagement party, you wouldn't let anyone play songs that weren't hers and you cried because her voice was so pretty." The girl stopped talking temporarily to put her guitar pics back in the bag the way she liked. "When you two have an engagement party, you do not get to pick the DJ."

"Who says we're having an engagement party?"

"You're going to have one."

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Very early into your relationship, you learned that Wanda has a nearly insatiable libido. It was near impossible to keep up with her. She'd spend hours pushing you to your limit and far beyond. Any attempts to give her pleasure in return would land you right back underneath her and start another round. Not even the fear of being caught could curb her lust for you.

"Come on, baby, you look too good not to touch," Wanda whispered as she groped you. Her hands were always on you, but you could always tell when they were about to get adventurous. She knew how to make your knees weak. "Just one time, I promise I'll be quick!" Her fingers danced over your back and towards your belt. Locking you in some random restroom wasn't her ideal location for a quickie, but she couldn't control herself, not when you looked like they at least.

You groaned softly when Wanda licked up the side of your neck. "One is like a million with you," You whispered back as harshly as you could. It wasn't like you would be complaining. There was nothing in the world that felt better than being underneath Wanda while she used you any way she saw fit, but you'd die if you had to do that and immediately be faced with the public. "We can leave early just- fuck, you gotta work with me here, Wands."

"Oh, but if I wait any longer I might not be so nice when we get home," Wanda chuckled darkly. Her hips rolled into yours while she untucked your shirt and raised it. "And you know how whiney you get when I mean. Is that what you want? Do you want me to be mean when we get home?" The smirk on her face proved how much control she had over you. It didn't matter when she got you, she'd win regardless. "Or I can play nice, it's up to you."

Your hips desperately followed hers as she pulled away. "Fine, you can fuck me in the car or something, just not here!" The second the words left your mouth, you regretted it. Wanda pulled you out of the restroom and towards the car without much concern for the people asking where you were going or if you were okay. "Hey, wait- I think I left my jacket!"

Wanda pushed you into the backseat and raised the partition so you two would have some semblance of privacy. "Bucky will get it, just focus on me," She hummed. Her hands went right back to groping you without a care. "Do you know how hard it was to keep my hands to myself? These pants make your ass look amazing, I might not even take them off when we get home." Wanda kept her voice so only you could hear her.

You loved how verbal Wanda was. Having her to talk you through whatever delicious torture kept you grounded. It even made you more confident. "Yeah, must've been real hard because you haven't stopped touching me since we left the house." All your worries began to fade away as Wanda attacked your neck. The only thing you could focus on was the burning feeling between your legs. "I promise I'll be good."

"I know you will, but that doesn't mean I have to rush." Wanda continued to torture you until the car pulled up in your driveway. She barely gave you enough space to get out of the car and she was right back on you once the chauffeur pulled off. It was only a few seconds before she had you pinned against the door."Relax, I won't let anyone else see you," She whispered when she felt you tense up in her grasp.

You relaxed for only a few seconds. Though you had trusted Wanda, she couldn't account for everything. A car could have flown by or maybe a neighbor would suddenly remember to check their mailbox. Unfortunately, you were met with something much worse. The familiar click of a camera was enough for your heart to stop. Your eyes darted over to the perpetrator. Paparazzi. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," You whispered, words laced with venom. Red-hot anger followed through your veins.

Wanda let you push her away, but she followed you into the house. "Fuck, this is my fault. I'll fix it, I swear." She was quick to wrap you up in her arms. Guilty wasn't enough to describe how she felt. The PR and nosiness of her labelmates were the least of her concern. You were so exposed in that photo and god knows how many people were going to see it. Part of her was jealous, but most of her just wanted to go out and rip off that fucker's head. "I promise not to do stuff like that again! I'll call my manager and then my lawyer, and we'll figure out just-"

"We have to go public."

"Excuse me?"

You shrugged. "There's nothing we can do until they post, so we might as well beat them to the punch." By no means were you happy to be interrupted during such an intense moment, but you weren't going to let some rando ruin your relationship. "If you're okay with it, but it's the fastest solution I got."

Wanda thought for a moment. It wasn't fair that you two had to expose your relationship so early. Tabloids and shitty gossip blogs would throw around hundreds of rumors, but she couldn't let them get a head start on that. "Alright, let's do it."

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It had been around a year since you and Wanda had decided to go public. Though you remained cautious, it seemed one scare was all it took for Wanda to stop caring about what the public thought about your relationship. Your most recent interview together was proof of that.

Hundreds of shows, podcasts, and magazines requested to interview the both of you after the reveal, but most were shady and definitely a waste of time. The biggest concern was people being too focused on your relationship in more inappropriate ways. You were thankful Pepper and Tony had an intense vetting process when it came to who was allowed to schedule Wanda. You were a little upset when that hard work went waste because Wanda aired out her — well your — dirty laundry the second she got the chance to.

"Oh, you wouldn't believe how submissive this one is."

The statement played in your headphones over and over again until you were sure you heard your girlfriend correctly. "Oh, no you don't! You're in the doghouse!" You wiggled away from Wanda when she came up to snuggle you in bed. "After that fiasco, you're lucky I didn't change the locks," You huffed out dramatically. "That didn't even answer their question!"

Wanda frowned, but then she got an idea. "Don't tell me you were embarrassed about that. There was so much more I could've told them." A mischievous smirk spread across her face as she climbed on top of you. Her hand gently tilted your head back and she took the liberty of reclaiming your skin as her. Sharp, hot teeth and gets your soft, cool skin. "Oh, I could've told them all about how weak you get when I kiss your neck."Her hands squeezed your thighs. "Or, how wet you get when I touch you like this."

Your face burned from embarrassment, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop Wanda. "That's not…you wouldn't!" Breathing was near impossible as she invaded your every sense. Her blunt nails dragging down the skin of your stomach were almost enough to send you into overdrive. Being at Wanda's mercy was a pleasure like no other. All the thoughts in your head began to fade away.

Wanda's peppered kisses over your stomach. She nipped at the sensitive skin until deep purple marks began to form. Unfortunately, conscious of the press events you'd have to do later in the week, she made sure not to go too high. "Maybe I should've told them about how much you like it when I leave all these pretty marks on your body. Does that sound better?" She giggled watching you frantically shake your head no. "Are you sure, your boxers seem awfully wet?" She pressed her thumb against the wetness leaking through your underwear. "Do you want me to help?"

"Yes, please," You rushed out. Your hips raised up allowing Wanda to quickly remove the barrier between her and your lower half. The fact you had just gotten out of the shower couldn't even stop you from giving Wanda everything. "I'll do anything, just help, please." You looked and felt pathetic when you begged, but you didn't care. Wanda was all you needed at that moment and you'd risk anything to get her.

"I bet they'd have a field day hearing about all the things I've done to this little hole of yours," Wanda teased as her fingers ran through the wetness leaking from your cunt. Her fingers lightly grazed your clit and pulled away the second your hips began to move. "Maybe I'll talk about how much of a needy whore you are for my fingers." She smiled at the way you whined. She slipped inside of you with ease. That slow, filling rhythm Wanda set was addictive. Sliding all the way in, then dragging them out just as slow.

The vulgar gushing sounds from your pussy filled your ears. "Fuck, Wanda please," You begged. It was a miracle Wanda knew you as well as she did. Her teasing words would never stop her from doing her very best to please you. Three of her fingers stretched you out so easily and assaulted your g spot without relenting. "I'm so close, just don't stop!" One of your hands snaked down to your neglected clit only to immediately be smacked away.

Wanda clicked her tongue. "I'll tell them about how disobedient and needy you are too. You know you're not supposed to touch yourself when I'm playing with you," She hissed. Her fingers pulled out and came down harshly on your clit. "Awe, does it hurt? I bet you like it." The smirk on her face never faded watching you thrash around and beg for her to keep touching you. "Shush, I'll let you cum this time but you have to promise not to touch what's mine."

"I promise, I was just- ah!" All the words in your brain disappeared when Wanda's fingers entered your cunt again. A shiver ran up your spine and you instinctively wrapped your legs around Wanda's waist. "That feels so good. Thank you, thank you so much!" It seemed your ruined orgasm had only aroused you more and you were already about to cum again. Your hips bucked up into Wanda's hand and she could only laugh at you.

"Ah, you're so needy. I don't know what you'd do without me," She giggled before leaning down to lick your clit. Her tongue expertly wrapped around your clit as she began to suck. Pleasing you was almost enough to get her off alone. Your slick dripping down her wrist, your falls clenching around her fingers, and your clit throbbing inside her mouth. It was perfect. You were perfect. "Cum for me, show me how good it feels."

A low groan escaped your lips. Everything was too much, but you still wanted more. "Right there, right there, ah!" In a few seconds, everything stopped. The only thing you could feel was the burning hot pleasure deep within yourself coming out of you and onto Wanda. A never-ending stream of bliss that you couldn't even fully process. "Thank you, thank you so much," You whimpered once your body collapsed back onto the bed.

Wanda peppered kisses over your thighs and lower stomach, those less fierce than the ones before. "You're welcome, but we gotta get you cleaned up again." She smiled at the dopey looks on your face. "I know you're tired, but you know how you get when you're sticky."

You huffed out and wrapped your arms around Wanda's shoulders. "You're doing all the hard work, my legs still feel tingly."

"I'd do anything for you, my dear."

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⠀⠀𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐆, 𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ┊ 𝐉. 𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐑

༄ ┊CHARACTERS ; jack krauser x fem!reader (slight mentions of leon x reader but barely)

༄ ┊SYNOPSIS ; jack krauser meets you from a friend, leon kennedy, and he quickly became obsessed with you. now he’s decided to take that obsession a step further and take what he wants

༄ ┊WARNINGS ; 4.9K WORDS, STALKING, NON-CON, p in v smut, fingering, cunnilingus, he breaks into ur house, pet names (darlin’, baby), no aftercare, non-con “breeding”, general dark content, ┊ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

༄ ┊AUTHOR NOTES ; okay so this has been sat in my drafts since RE4RE came out so I had to get it posted !! I didn’t really finish writing it, so sorry it ends a little weird and abruptly, I just needed it gone !!! plus I NEED more krauser content oml — anyway not many people post for him so here’s a little something something

obsession

/əbˈsɛʃn/

noun

the state of being obsessed with someone or something.

"she cared for him with a devotion bordering on obsession"

an idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person's mind.

"he was in the grip of an obsession he was powerless to resist"

Krauser watched from his car as your bedroom curtains slid shut, soon after followed the light being turned off and the room becoming dark.

He twisted his wrist to check the time, 23:47. A nod to himself as he tapped a small button that protruded out of the side of the watch, starting an hour timer that he planned on letting run the entire way through — just enough time for you to get to sleep.

The street lamp flickered with a dim orange glow above his Jeep, barely enough to light up the area if it weren’t for the rain on the windows and the road distorting the light and bathing the entire street in an amber hue.

The pulsing of the light was strangely calming to Jack, it was slow and rhythmic and even attracted a couple of moths under its rays of light, plus it served as a great distraction to sooth his rapidly growing impatience.

Krauser closed his eyes and listened to the way the rain pit-a-patted on the roof, the sound echoing through the car as he waited for the time to pass, his mind being dragged back to when he first ever met you.

“Hey, Krauser,” Leon shouted over as he walked into the training area with you close by his side, “alright if my friend sits in just for today?”

“Yeah, sure.” Krauser replied after a moment of hesitation, but he still gave you a small smile as you came into his view.

Leon swiftly introduced you both to each other and you politely exchanged pleasantries, then you took a seat on the wooden crates that lined the metal containers off to the side of the training mats, making sure to stay out of the way of them both.

Krauser had to admit to himself that you were quite the distraction, he’d been caught off guard by your beauty, your demeanour, everything about you — you were completely breathtaking. Luckily he was still more skilled than Leon, easily beating him at every turn even when he liked to think he wasn’t trying to, a slight distraction wasn’t going to change anything.

An hour passed by quickly as you watched both of the men fight and train, getting far too caught up in it like you were watching some reality show, occasionally cheering them on before covering your mouth with your hand in embarrassment.

Neither of the men cared much that you did it, they found it rather endearing and played into it, giving stupid little commentaries and acting like they were in a cheesy movie’s badly scripted fight scene.

The training was only interrupted when Leon’s phone began ringing in his coat next to you, and it didn’t take him two seconds to run over and answer it — clearly it was an important call judging by the way he flashed you an apologetic smile and ducked out of the room with a wave.

“Hey, so you train with Leon, right?” Krauser walked over to you while taking a sip of his water, a towel hanging over his shoulder and the sweat still running down his forehead and bare chest.

“Uhh, yeah, I suppose you could call it that,” you smiled and put your phone down to be polite, “I wouldn’t really call it training, we just go to the gym together, he’s helping me get fit and stay that way — it’s really…nice”

“Yeah? What type of stuff do you do?”

“Mostly cardio and some weight training, I only started lifting weights recently so they’re still pretty light, but I’m hoping soon I can start lifting heavier and build up my strength.”

Krauser nodded and smiled, he was impressed with your dedication, knowing it wasn’t easy to get into a routine. You told him how you were mostly doing it for your mental well-being rather than physical effects, and he told you he does the same most of the time, explaining how much it can help with taking your mind off the things you’d rather not think about.

You both sat and chatted to each other for roughly twenty minutes while Leon was still out of the room on the phone to whoever, and surprisingly enough to you, you got on well with Krauser — he seemed kind and caring, and genuinely interesting to talk to.

“Well, hey, if you ever wanna learn self defence or anything like that, feel free to ask me.”

“Really?” You smiled brightly at him, giving him cute puppy dog eyes that you weren’t even aware you were doing, “I’d love that!”

“Great, we can start whenever you want, just let me know and I’ll clear my schedule.”

“Would…now be an inconvenience? Just a little, of course! While we wait for Leon?”

Jack laughed and nodded, “sure.”

He held his hand out and pulled you up off the box after he stood up, catching you against his sweaty chest before you regained your balance.

You both walked over to the mats that were laid out on the floor for padding, and he walked you through some simple steps, nothing too confusing or exhausting.

His hands rested on your lower back then ran up to your arms as he adjusted your position to stand correctly, his hands lingering across the bare parts of your skin, but not long enough for you to grow concerned, of course.

He was smarter than that.

He stood beside you and showed you what to do, throwing some punches into the air in front of himself and letting you copy his movements.

He was impressed with how fast you learnt, and he’d almost completely forgotten that he’d been training Leon not even thirty minutes prior, instead he was fully focused on you and the way you moved. His eyes carefully trailing up and down your body, taking in every curve and line he could see, admiration twinkling in his eyes.

For the next few weeks you came and watched Krauser and Leon train even though you weren’t supposed to, and then on Thursdays you’d come alone in secret to be trained by him.

You’d usually stay a few hours and truth be told, you enjoyed every minute of it. He was a great teacher and he made it easy to learn — he never treated you like you were stupid even when you messed up badly and swore up and down that you were going to quit after embarrassing yourself so much.

Eventually you moved on to floor work after he was happy with the progress you’d been making with the basics, and he showed you what would happen if you ever ended up in a situation where you were on the floor or you needed to do a takedown yourself.

Krauser could feel himself becoming more and more captivated by you, everytime he was above you with his hands pinning yours down to the mat, your chest rising up and down as you tried to catch your breath. The way you looked up at him, so innocent and helpless, it was almost enough to make him lose his composure right then and there, but of course he never did. He remained professional the entire time, never once hinting that he was picturing himself fucking into you, your nails scratching down his back, your eyes rolling back as his name slipped from your pretty glossed lips.

He couldn’t help himself when it came to you, he couldn’t help but enjoy the way you struggled against him, your hips grinding against his crotch without even realising it. He was a lot bigger and stronger than you were, a complete domineering figure compared to you, and he ate it up as much as he could — how much he got off having you look so delicate and weak below him.

“Okay, how the hell am I supposed to get out of this?”

“Come on, think…” he smiled down innocently, as if he were trying to get you to realise the answer yourself rather than him just enjoying having himself slotted between your plump thighs, “what makes the most sense to do?”

Krauser sighed with annoyance as the hour timer went off, slightly startling him out of his lovely thoughts, to his dismay.

His eyes gazed toward your bedroom window once again, checking for any signs that you were still awake, a slight glow that came from the screen of your phone or a dim light off to the side that meant you were in the bathroom — but luckily for him, everything remained pitch black and still.

Jack reached over and grabbed his phone from the dashboard, placing it on mute before shoving it into his right pocket and sliding out of the car, shutting the door behind him as quietly as he could.

Once he made it over the street he casually walked around the side of your home like he lived there himself, checking both ways before doing so, just to make sure no one was watching nearby.

Jack had been watching you for weeks, learning your routine and as much as humanly possible about you, because of course he wanted to protect you and get to know you at the same time.

It didn’t take much for a man like him, with his skills and knowledge, plus his access to any equipment he may need, to get all the information he wanted — it was easy for him to get whatever he wanted without anyone really asking any questions, after all he was a respectable and honourable soldier.

Just from watching you he had learnt your weekly routine extremely fast, after all, you were a creature of habit and you didn’t like to change the days you did things, if you could help it.

On Wednesdays you’d go food shopping, Thursdays you’d complete any chores that needed doing out of the home, and Friday night at roughly 19:00 you’d go down to the local bar to meet Leon and drink until walking home between 12:00-01:00am.

Not only that but you’d made it easier for him by being kind enough to give him your social media’s alongside your number when you had been training with him, telling him you ‘don’t really give these to anyone’ — obviously you liked him because he wasn’t just ‘anyone’, and he knew that you must have secretly loved him just as he loved you, but you were just too scared to admit it out loud.

He often viewed your social media even when you didn’t post much, it gave him a lot of insight into your life when you weren’t with himself or Leon. He learnt your favourite colour and the song you’d been listening to on repeat, how you’d found a new romance book to read and you were actually enjoying it which surprised you, even how your new shoes were so nice but they’d given you really bad blisters.

Krauser couldn’t help but fall more and more in love with you with each new thing he learnt, you were just so perfect for him and there wasn’t a single thing he didn’t love about you.

Well, other than maybe Leon.

He knew, deep down, Leon was a good guy, but he was too content with being weak and being a loser. He wasn’t good enough for you, and Jack knew that Leon would only drag you down with him. You needed someone strong and smart, someone loyal and protective, and Leon just wasn’t that guy.

“Come on, I taught you better than this, baby.” Krauser muttered to himself as he grabbed your spare house key from under a rock that was placed conveniently next to the large plant pot that hid it out of normal view.

He sighed as he silently turned the key and unlocked the door, his head shaking side to side at the fact you’d remove the key from the door on the inside which meant he could get in. Luckily for you of course, it was only him entering your home, after all it could have been some crazy person that was looking to hurt you or worse.

Once he was in the house he clicked the door shut and re-locked it, slipping the key into the same pocket as his phone while he crept toward the stairs.

He knew he had to forgive you for this little blunder you’d made, he knew you were smart and everyone makes errors, but maybe he just had to punish you nicely so you wouldn’t be so silly and leave a key out in the open like that ever again.

He snuck his way through your house and made his way to the stairway, he slid his hand up the railing as support while walking on the outer, less used edges of the wooden stairs — making sure they wouldn’t creak as much under his weight, not wanting to risk waking you before he even got to you.

As he made it to the top he could see you’d left the bedroom door slightly ajar for him, a slither of light coming through the door from the streetlight outside your window guiding his way perfectly. A slight smile crept along his face as he held his breath and listened out for you as he stood before your door, and finally after hearing a cute and almost silent little snore come from the room, he let out his breath and continued moving forward.

Jack ceased all movement at the foot of your bed as you slowly rolled over, his heartbeat thumping loudly in his ears, the adrenaline surging through his body as he prepared for himself to be caught right then and there in that moment.

But you didn’t wake up.

Instead of your eyes fluttering open, you moved to the side and the sheets slid off your skin, showing your bare legs and leaving them exposed to his gaze. He couldn’t help but trail his eyes up and down your body, his excitement growing only more when he saw that you were only wearing some cute panties and a thin vest top.

How easily it’ll be to take them off, the voice in his head echoed.

He smiled to himself as he palmed at his cock through his pants, the anticipation already building in his lower abdomen as his thoughts ran wild.

Finally, he had you exactly where he wanted you, he’d be able to do all the things he had only been able to fantasise about while you were training together, he’d be able to show you exactly how much he loves you.

It was a miracle that you hadn’t realised that he was borderline obsessed with you before this point, he was always checking up on you and seemingly knowing about the things you’d done over the weekend — always saying how you mentioned it earlier in the day when you questioned him on how he knew, and of course you believed him, he’d never lie to you, why would he?

You were adorable, the definition of perfection to him, there was no one in this world like you — and that meant you had to belong to him, he wouldn’t let someone else soil you with their worthless hands.

He knew you’d be thankful, after all he was doing you a favour, right?

Who in their right mind would want a worthless man fawning over them so pathetically, making an embarrassment out of themselves as they tried to get your attention. Plus, who could protect you like he could? Nobody.

While lost in his thoughts he hadn’t even realised his cock was in his hand, his wrist moving just barely but still enough for him to buck his hips into his fist as his eyes continued to wander along every part of your exposed skin.

“Fuck~” a breathy sigh left his mouth as his head fell back and his mouth opened, his hand pumping quicker and quicker, his mind overflowing with images of you and your body, the thoughts of your whimpers and whines as he buries his cock deep inside of you and coats your womb thick with his cum.

But before he could get his release, he stopped. He had to save himself for you, not wanting a single drop of his seed to go to waste, it all needed to be sat snug inside of your cunt.

Without much hesitation he stripped himself down naked, he cock slapping lightly against his belly as he walked to the side of your bed and lifted the sheets off to the side as carefully as possible.

Your legs were already slightly parted for him and there was just enough light coming into your room for him to see a little wet patch on the crotch of your panties beginning to form. A wide smile appeared on his face and he licked his lips, he was like a starving animal about to devour his first meal in weeks, hooking his fingers along the waistband of your underwear he carefully slid them down and off of your body.

You shuffled at the sensation but never enough to stir from your sleep and luckily for him you parted your legs even more as you tried to roll over, a clear invitation for him to slot himself between them.

Krauser stared feverishly at the prize before him, your cunt already being aroused from whatever dream you’d been having — most likely about him, he thought…he knew.

Who else would you be dreaming about, after all?

The dream felt so real, so tantalisingly good that it was like you had died and gone to heaven. The smell of whiskey and cologne hanging heavy in the air, music playing quietly in the background all while Leon grabbed at your hips and kept you still as you tried to lift yourself from his face, his fingertips digging into your plush skin as his tongue grinded against your puffy, sensitive clit.

You let your head fall back while strings of moans and sighs slipped from your parted lips, your thighs quivering around his head with every pass of his tongue until you finally came.

It all felt so real even as you stirred awake from your sleep, the feelings of your dream finally dissipating and bringing you back to the disappointing reality.

Your back arched from the bed and another quiet moan slipped from your throat, your eyes forcing themselves to open against their will.

Your thighs squeezed themselves shut as you felt an orgasm wash over you, a real one this time, and Krauser’s hands wrapped tightly around your legs, welcoming the feeling of your thighs crushing his head.

A shaky sigh left your body as you finally came down from your high, barely being able to concentrate as his tongue continued lapping up your juices — pushing its way into you before teasingly flicking over your already overstimulated clit.

It took only a moment before the panic set in, the fear of realising someone was between your legs and not knowing who it was. The fact that you weren’t still just living some high from a great dream, but someone was inside your home, inside your room.

You pushed and kicked to no avail, panicked shouts and cries before you ripped the sheets back and saw Krauser staring back up at you with a devilish grin plastered across his face.

“What the—”

“Shh,” his hand reached up to your lips to silence you within a second as he sat up on his knees.

His body was highlighted perfectly from the subtle lighting that came through your curtains from the street light outside. His muscles sculpted so deliciously, his abs being the perfect backdrop for his already rock hard cock to lean against.

“Like what you see, hmm?” His voice pulled you from your thoughts, with horror.

You watched on as he ran his finger delicately along his smooth chin before licking them, not wanting any of you to go to waste, after all you tasted so goddamn good to him.

“How the fuck did you..”

“Get in? Easily.” He spoke with such confidence, like he hadn’t done anything wrong — somewhat sounding proud of himself for what he’d done.

Krauser ran his hands up your thighs before grabbing the hem of your flimsy night shirt, one swift yank and he ripped it in half, leaving your chest exposed to him.

Instinctively your hands wrapped around your body, a desperate attempt to hide yourself from him which displeased him so obviously.

“Don’t hide from me, darlin’.”

His large hands wrapped around your wrists and forced them above your head, easily adjusting his grip so both of your hands were pinned down by just one of his.

He used his free hand to explore your body, his calloused fingers sliding along your ribs before finally halting just under your tits. A small grin appeared on his face as his thumb rubbed across your hardened nipple, enjoying the way you flinched against his touch, your body betraying you so easily.

“Krauser, please…” you pleaded with him but your pleas fell upon deaf ears, he was adamant to get what he came for, and he knew that in the end you’d be grateful that he did.

It didn’t take long before he got too impatient with the teasing and tugging of your nipples, no matter how much he adored the cute little sounds you made as he did. Instead, his hand began sliding down your stomach and between your opened legs, his body still wedged between them so you couldn’t even think about shutting them.

“Please, please just stop, Krauser!” The tears had already started to roll down your cheeks as you fought against his tight grip, but he ignored you as if you weren’t even speaking.

He used his middle finger to slide between your folds, barely even brushing against your puffy clit but still you couldn’t help but react, a small whimper escaping from your throat as you watched him through blurred eyes.

After coating his fingers in your slick, he pushed his way into you, slowly and deeply, his eyes watching as his finger disappeared into you.

Your hips grinded down toward him, needy for some friction and you couldn’t help but hate yourself.

This man broke into your house and here you were, moaning as he stretched you out with another large finger, curling them so impeccably that it didn’t even take him a minute to find that spot inside of you that practically made you melt in his hands.

Jack pumped his fingers in and out of you, going between that and curling them in you, relishing in the sounds not only you made, but the sounds your wet cunt made, too.

“I knew you didn’t want me to stop.”

He used his palm to grind across your clit as he leaned forward, peppering small kisses along your jaw, his tongue licking from your chin up to your bottom lip.

“Ah~ Krauser, wait please.”

“That’s it, come apart for me, baby.” His tongue traced a line along your lip before he began to kiss you, sloppy and desperate but it didn’t matter, you could barely kiss him back anyway.

You tried to swallow your moans and not give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was making you feel that good, you tried so hard to stop yourself from coming on his fingers, but no matter what you did you just weren’t a match for him.

As much as you hated it, he was good at what he was doing to you. It was like he had a map to your body and he knew exactly how to traverse it perfectly, every touch setting your nerves on fire, your stomach flipping with anticipation and fear as your eyes followed his every moment.

He sat back on his feet and lazily gave his cock a few pumps in his hand before he laid down next to you, pushing you onto your side so he could lay behind you like he was spooning you.

“Jack, it’s not gonna fit!” you pushed against him and tried to escape but he wasn’t having any of it, “please just leave, I swear I won’t tell anyone, I promise, I promise please.”

His arm had already wrapped around you, resting just below your tits as he pulled you back flush against his chest with a crushing grip. Your hands reached up and grabbed at his bicep, trying so hard to push yourself away from him, your nails digging into his flesh hoping that it’d stop him, but he was far stronger than you were and simply didn’t care for your attempts.

“Oh darlin’, I’ll make it fit, don’t you worry.”

The tip of his cock pressed against your folds, inadvertently gathering your slick along it as he teased your entrance so daintily, like he was scared you’d shatter in his hands if he were too rough for even a moment.

“Krauser, aah~” as soon as you uttered his name, he couldn’t resist any longer.

He bullied himself into you, his cock sinking further and further into you until he couldn’t move anymore, your walls forcibly stretching out around him, a painful sting but he promised it’d only hurt for a second.

For a fleeting moment he remained perfectly still, savouring the feeling of how your pussy fluttered around him in an attempt to force him back out, because even after all he’d done to prepare you, you wouldn’t relax for him and you were only making it more painful for yourself.

Krauser could only wait so much, though. After all, he’d been waiting so very long, and his patience had worn thin long ago.

He pulled his hips back agonisingly slowly before slamming back into you, his arm still wrapped too tight around your body so you couldn’t move too far from him.

Every slow thrust into you knocked the wind straight out of your lungs, your breath already being shallow from the way his arm was crushing you. His pace remained slow, too focused on the way your cunt felt, how with every drag of his cock he could feel the way your walls gripped around him like they didn’t want to let him go.

He wasn’t afraid to admit it, he was addicted to you. You were like a drug that he couldn’t get enough of, so purely intoxicating that he couldn’t help but get lost in you — never being sure whether he wanted to return back to reality or not.

The only thing that finally pulled him out of his thoughts and slow thrusts was the sound of his name. Fuck, how that drove him crazy. How perfectly his name rolled off your tongue, your moans so innocent and seductive without even trying.

If Krauser did believe in any God, he’d surely believe in that moment that you were made just for him.

His pace sped up, getting too carried away and not even bothering to notice how you whimpered and cried, your fingers still clawing at his arm every time the tip of his cock kissed your cervix.

“Fuck, babe…” he groaned in your ear, his breathing heavy and uneven, never trying to hide how good you were making him feel.

And the tears never stopped rolling from your eyes, you couldn’t believe what was happening yet you couldn’t help but enjoy every thrust of his cock, how he angled himself perfectly to make sure he was pleasuring you, too.

It was obvious he didn’t want to hurt you on purpose, but that just made you feel dirtier, he was still an intruder, a friend that betrayed your trust in the worst way imaginable — but you were liking it.

Jack released his bruising grip from around your ribs and let his hand slide down between your legs, using his finger to rub rough circles against your clit, adding to the stimulation his cock was already giving you.

Your hand grabbed at his but you weren’t fighting him anymore, instead you let him have his way with you and every single moan that he forced from your lips only led him to fuck you harder.

“Fuck, you like this, huh?” He chuckled as he forced you onto your stomach, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck and pushing your face against the mattress.

“Jack wait”, your words muffled by the pillow you were gripping onto, his hips mercilessly slamming into you as he chased his own high.

The bed creaked every time he moved his body, and you were sure that the wooden slats would break beneath you both at any moment.

The feeling of your cunt tightening around his cock was enough to send him barrelling over the edge, his hand slapping the fat of your ass as he pumped his cum deep into you without caring that you were begging him not to.

You laid motionless as his hand rubbed up and down your back, ignoring the light kisses on your shoulder as the weight on the other side of the bed disappeared. You weren’t fully sure how much time had passed since he pulled himself out of you, but you could still feel the way his cum leaked out of your abused hole and stained the sheets under you.

“So, we still on for training tomorrow, baby? I got some new things to teach you…”

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Chapter 12 - Feeling Content

“So your novel…” Renjun started, looking at the first draft that your editor sent back with the a-okay.

"What do you think?" You asked, looking expectantly at the man in front of you. You were sitting in the apartment's cafeteria with him and the others. "I hope you're not disappointed."

"No, no, it's great." Renjun laughed before giving the first draft to Johnny to look over. "Johnny, go to chapter twelve. That's where all the good scenes are."

"Oh?" Johnny raised an eyebrow, flipping through the pages until he got to the chapter in question. After taking a few minutes to read the chapter, his eyes widened. "Oh. OHHHHHHHH."

Everyone laughed at the man's outburst. You couldn't help but smile. This whole experience was amazing. The fact that your work was being read and enjoyed was such a dream come true.

You took a bite of your sandwich while Johnny elbowed Mark, clearly having read the same part that Renjun had just read. "Damn. Just damn."

Renjun leaned forward. "That's where the good stuff starts. I told you so."

You laughed, Mark slipping an arm around your shoulder. Johnny, Renjun and Yangyang raised their eyebrows. Yangyang gestured to Mark's arm. "Sooo... when did this happen? I thought you guys were still trying to figure things out like going on dates and all."

Mark gave you a small look. "Well, that happened a while ago. But yeah, we talked about our feelings and decided we wanted to be exclusive and everything."

"Since when?!" Renjun asked incredulously. "How did I miss this?!"

You looked away. "A few days ago? But I’m really happy with Mark. So... I don't regret it."

"Glad to hear it." Johnny said, giving you a wink. "Do I hear wedding bells?”

You laughed, shaking your head. "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

The three of them started talking again, eventually reaching an agreement on what to do for the rest of the day. You squeezed Mark’s hand and gave him a small look. You could tell he understood what you were trying to say, so he pulled you close, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

“I love you.” Mark said softly, resting his forehead against yours.

You pressed a light kiss to his lips, squeezing his hand tightly. “And I love you.”

“Let me ask y’all a question.” Johnny broke the silence. “You’re both okay with the age difference right? Because holy shit. You look like a couple of teenagers who just had their first time together.”

Mark laughed. “Being with an older woman has opened my eyes to new things. Such as sex in every position known to man. And trust me, there are many, many positions.”

You slapped Mark’s arm. “Mark, I’m only four years older than you. Don’t go bragging about your stamina.”

“Keep it in your pants,” Renjun shook his head, the others laughing.

You buried your head in Mark’s shoulder, giggling softly. Being with Mark made you happier than you ever thought possible. You were comfortable with him. At peace with yourself. And you knew that your life wouldn't be complete without him. You leaned in closer, kissing him deeply. When you pulled away, he had a mischievous grin on his face.

“What are you thinking about, Mark?” You asked.

"Just how happy I am to be with you." He breathed out, pulling you in for another kiss.

“Me too.” You sighed happily, running your fingers through his hair.

Mark rested his chin on top of your head. “Where do you want to go for dinner tonight?”

You sat quietly for a minute, thinking about it. “Hmm…would it be weird if I suggest going to my brother’s place? I know Taeil-oppa would probably interrogate you, but I really want you to meet my sister-in-law and niece.”

“Your brother did corner me in the office the other day…” Mark admitted, laughing. “But it wasn’t too bad. I think I won him over with my charms.”

You smiled, leaning into him. “That man sure is something.”

“He loves you.” Mark kissed your forehead. “Can’t blame an older brother for wanting to see his little sister happy.”

You smiled, cuddling up against him. “I guess not.”

“Let’s go meet the rest of your family then.” Mark gave in. “I hope your sister-in-law likes me.”

“She’ll like you Mark.” You promised. “Even though she’s gonna tease you endlessly.”

“Bring it.” Mark laughed.

True to your words, Jinkyoung absolutely liked Mark and approved of your relationship with him. At first, Jinkyoung and Taeil were surprised that you suddenly showed up for dinner with Mark in tow.

Taeil obviously knew Mark since the young man was his employee so it didn’t bother him at all. Jinkyoung was pleasantly surprised by Mark, however. Not because she thought Mark was handsome or anything (she was not a shallow person), but because she noticed the way Mark treated you. The way he genuinely cared for you and respected you. It was obvious that he had fallen hard for you, and it warmed Jinkyoung’s heart. She hugged you tightly when you were both alone.

The night was filled with laughter and relentless teasing. You watched as Mark was playing with your infant niece and you couldn’t help but let out a small smile at how cute the interaction was. Your niece was playing with her toys, chewing on the wooden blocks, and when she saw Mark, she squealed excitedly. Her expression changed as she stared up at him and she reached out towards him.

Mark grinned, kneeling down to pick her up. He cradled her against his chest, carefully walking around the room as he spoke to her in a soothing voice. He rubbed her belly as she cooed happily, tugging on his hair.

“He’s good with kids.” Jinkyoung muttered next to you, eyes locked on the scene in front of her. “Very, very good with kids.”

You glanced at her, shaking your head in amusement. “What are you insinuating, eonni?”

Jinkyoung chuckled. “That Mark might make a good father some day.”

You felt a knot form in your throat. She was joking, right? Of course she was.

“He will.” You whispered, keeping your eyes fixed on the adorable sight in front of you.

After dinner, Taeil carried your niece upstairs and tucked her into her crib while Mark helped clean the table. As soon as they left, Jinkyoung wrapped her arms around you, hugging you tightly.

“Thank you for bringing him here and letting me meet him.” She whispered. “He really seems to really care for you. It warms my heart.”

You closed your eyes, resting your head against hers. “I feel the same way about him.”

She patted your back. “Then I have no doubts that he’s the right man for you.”

You gave your sister-in-law a hug, pulling away when you heard Mark call out your name.

“Ready to head home?” He asked.

You nodded, giving both your brother and sister-in-law hugs before leaving. As you made your way to your apartment building, Mark grabbed your hand. “Thanks for inviting me to meet your family. They seemed to really like me.”

“Of course they did.” You laughed. “Who wouldn’t?”

Mark gave you a reassuring squeeze. “Still, thanks for introducing us.”

“You know what the best part of the night was?” You asked him, Mark looking at you expectantly. “Watching you with my niece. How sweet you were with her. I’ve never seen you interact with children before and it melted my heart.”

“Yeah?” Mark asked. “How sweet was I?”

You punched him lightly on the arm. “Sweet enough that I want one now.”

“Maybe someday.” Mark said gently. “Right now, I want to focus on loving you and showing you how much you mean to me. We’ve already done so much today. Let’s just enjoy being together for the rest of the evening. Okay?”

“Okay.” You said, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. “Sounds good to me.”

You spent the rest of the evening curled up on the couch with Mark. In between watching movies and TV shows, you spent a lot of time snuggling together, holding hands and sharing gentle kisses. The evening flew by far too quickly and before you knew it, it was already bedtime.

“Want me to stay the night?” Mark asked, pulling you closer.

“Mmm…” You hummed, Mark smothering your face with kisses. “I definitely want you to stay the night.”

Mark grinned. “Good girl.”

“I love you.” You breathed out, leaning in to kiss him again.

“Love you too.” Mark whispered against your lips. “So much.”

As you lay in each other’s arms, you listened to the sound of your own breathing, slowly getting drowsy. You closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth of his body next to yours. His presence calmed you, allowing you to relax completely.

His arm tightened around you and you opened your eyes, noticing that he was still awake. He was staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.

“What’s wrong?” You asked softly.

“Nothing.” Mark replied. “It’s just…hard for me to believe this happened. Me, falling in love with someone. And you feel the same way. Like suddenly, everything that I wanted was sitting in front of me.”

You squeezed his arm lightly. "I feel the same, Mark. I thought I would never find someone who could accept me for who I am. Someone who could put up with my quirks and forgive my mistakes. But somehow, I found all that and more in you. So I don't regret it at all. I'm glad I fell in love with you. And I can't wait to fall even deeper."

Mark turned to you, smiling. "Me too.”

Your cheeks grew hot when you realized how sappy you must've sounded. Mark chuckled and moved closer, his arms wrapping around you tightly. You nestled into his embrace, not wanting to leave his side for even a second. You closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling of closeness. There was nothing else you wanted right now except for this moment to last forever.

Just as you started drifting off to sleep, you felt Mark kissing your forehead.

“Night baby.” He murmured.

“Goodnight.” You mumbled, nestling further into him.

Soon, you fell asleep in his arms. With his breath fanning across your skin, his heartbeat calming your mind, and the warmth of his body cocooning you in safety, you drifted off to sleep easily.

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phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing · 1 year

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If I rewrote the last part of Honkai (with the self-imposed rule of keeping the lore/endgoal relatively intact, my thoughts would be different if I’m allowed to do anything tbh) I would add an arc between ER/EE and the moon arc.

We deserved a proper WS arc. Instead of Suddenly, Stigma Is Done, we could’ve had a build up to make us suspect not everything is at it seems. Get Mei to breathe, cope with losing THIRTEEN friends to a Herrscher, and re-evaluate what she’s doing in WS— her leaving in the epilogue and Kevin going yeah you can go xoxo was anti-climactic as hell, I feel so blueballed 💀.

So basically (and keep in mind I’m making this up as I go, it’s a first draft type of idea)

First off I hate the last two acts of EE so I’m throwing those out. Reconstructing Elysia doesn’t magically revive anyone, it basically just gives Mei admin power over ER as its heir (you know? what they intended for her. No because of you the player bullshit. It’s all because of Mei, it’s always been HER arc.)

Mei fights HoC herself, complete with the FCs fighting by her sides as signet hallucinations and symbolism of “they finally were allowed to fight all together through her”. Mei pins down HoC, sees the FC hallucinations all smiling at her, telling her to do it, they were happy to have met her, they bless her etc… and Mei deletes ER herself. Her enemy and her friends melt away, destroyed permanently. The epilogue is Mei finding passed out but intact Klein and picking her up, and Kevin showing up at the exit but remains stoic (taking Klein from her?). We can even keep the bit of why he didn’t step in, but nothing about STIGMA or quitting.

After that we get to see some Mei downtime in WS, she gets a visit— Raven learns what happened with ER from her, they get to mourn and reminisce about the people they both knew properly before moving on with the plot.

WS hides its plans from Mei, which she starts suspecting, and she gets sent in a mission that lets her actually CLASH with the good guys— maybe with Fu Hua, to give her some much needed screentime? It could be interesting as well to have them ACTUALLY TALK, and to show how things have or haven’t changed after Mei got to hang out with a much younger Hua. Hua tries to get her to defect but Mei refuses, saying she still needs answers— and Hua admits her memory has too many holes for her to give her what she wants. Only WS, MOTH’s heir, has the answers.

Also, Mei mentions the Realm, confusing Hua, and Mei realizes she forgot that. It hurts. She shuts up because it’s gone, and she feels guilty for taking Hua’s chance to meet her dead friends again away. Kevin doing it was such an an afterthought in canon it was dumb.

We get some scenes of the main gang as well, Kiana keeping up with Durandal’s training, since I don’t have the CCP to worry about have Bronya and Seele secretly wonder if Durandal has a crush on Kiana because she’s acting so weird. (the truth is stranger than fiction, girls). Some clashes between SS and AE now that they have to work together, which Theresa tries to manage. Since I said I’m keeping the lore mostly intact, have Bronya and Seele bring up Bronya’s harsh childhood and talk about what they know of their biological parents. Dark Seele admits she only started waking up regularly when Seele was at the orphanage so she actually has zero idea. They talk about Cocolia and Sin a bit as well, where they stand with them etc.

Meanwhile! After that mission, Mei gets called out for not doing her job right because she was soft on her old friends, and she starts thinking about leaving for good soon. She interacts with a Gray Serpent, who is cryptic as usual but commands her for being their most promising agent despite her soft heart. She briefly bumps into Hare (the real one) and gets a weird feeling from her, thinking she looks a bit like Kiana, and she basically exudes depression. I want her to also have a talk with Jackal, and mentioning Mobius (maybe she assumed Klein would try to find work in a familiar setting but she’s not there, she’s already on the moon preparing things) just so we can close ER ch2’s plot thread of Jackal causing Mobius to go stir-crazy by saying they never found the real Mobius in reality.

Some time passes, more regular gang shenanigans that starts foreshadowing the moon plot and AE’s plans to deal with Finality (like Kiana asking about the battleship onscreen instead of just telling us she did later). The events for them can be jumbled around a bit, it’s just to avoid them getting completely sidelined and get the more secondary characters some scenes to shine in.

Back to Mei. She’s already gone through the database, ER is a bust, she’s missing her final answer because of HoC’s bullshit— but Hua was right, there’s still someone at WS who can give her answers. She’s been mulling it over and she’s going to do it today.

Mei confronts Kevin one on one (yes she booked a formal meeting). Mei knows him well now; she has his signet too, she spent time together with his sim, and she realizes that after everything she can try and force the answers out of him, since she’s now proven herself. What is Honkai? What is the Will? What really happened to Elysia? What is he hiding?

Kevin is reminded of Dr.MEI, contemplating how utterly different they are despite looking alike— and he actually starts talking. I’m gonna think harder about the exact content but for now here’s what I think he says.

First he tells Mei about the samsara they’re in, and how she’s got Dr.MEI’s spot in this samsara, emphasizing that each iteration is different but starts on the same basis, much like how Mei and MEI’s lives took radically different turns and they became extremely different people, despite being born with the same face under similar circumstances.

Mei shook (1) but she remembers that one eyes closed photo she saw of MEI, and how they indeed looked alike.

After Kevin reveals how Finality turns back time, he broaches that this is their last cycle, their last chance, because Elysia broke Fate and they traded passing down extra knowledge and strength to the embers of the new civilisation against Humanity getting more tries to survive Honkai, so they’re not going to be able to bunker down and try again with their civilisation revived.

Mei asks how Elysia managed it, and I’m gonna change her death back to what it was built up to be because I don’t like what we got. Elysia was a Herrscher the entire time, infiltrated MOTH and revealed herself as the 13th, becoming the common enemy of Humanity. Five of her closest friends came to fight her off— Kevin, Eden, Vill-V, Aponia and Mobius.

(I’m confident they only removed Mobius because they couldn’t give her a green flower, which is stupid. She was stated to have been there in earlier ER convos.)

From this point on, the tale becomes Kevin’s memory projection, so Mei gets to watch it play out.

Elysia ran away from the base after a very public “eruption”, and they believed maybe it was a sliver of sanity left in her before she completely lost it— but soon she would come back because after the three last cities got nuked there was virtually no human left to kill besides MOTH staff. So they had to strike first.

There’s an epic fight where Elysia seems to have completely lost her mind and they finally manage to pin her down— and Mobius reveals to Elysia they came to capture her alive, claiming it’s for her experiments on a live Herrscher but it’s pretty obvious it’s because they’re all completely worn out emotionally and they just want their friend back.

Elysia is shocked, because she has been acting this whole time hoping that she would be able to restore Humanity’s confidence and unity when they beat her without horribly cruel collateral, in preparation for HoFin who she can feel is going to descend extremely soon— and she was also going to use this to return to the Cocoon to give the humans a chance to survive.

This makes her break character and they realize she’s ACTUALLY for good conscious and has been acting and they’re not too happy about that, feeling she’s betrayed them, and she spills the beans.

She reveals she’s not the 13th, but the Herrscher of Origin who has been walking among humans before the Herrscher of Reason even descended. She joined MOTH so Humanity wouldn’t lose too early, hoping that, given some extra help and time from her, they’d surpass Finality.

Elysia apologizes for picking RIN as a Herrscher, wondering if Sakura would forgive her, expressing grief about finding someone compatible enough with Honkai not to go crazy, only for her to die and then take Sakura and so many humans with her. It turns out she’s been sporadically intentionally influencing the Cocoon, hoping that it would bring a more optimal outcome— but picking a MOTH Soldier didn’t work, splitting the core into 1000 pieces to make it easier on the human mind to utilize didn’t work, making the Herrscher an anti-energy type was a complete and utter disaster…Despite the relative success of the MANTIS program, the Honkai’s embrace never led to coexistence.

In her eyes, every Herrscher’s violence is a “choice” of humanity, instincts amplified by Honkai’s embrace (so like what happened to RIN in the end), as much as the response to fight them was… and here they are.

This little italics conversation that they changed occurs.

They question whether everything about Elysia was a lie, but she denies it, saying that she (and by extension, the Honkai) loves each and every one of them sincerely, and that she always wanted to create a paradise for Humanity, even if she never really was worthy of being called a human.

Mobius is big mad— telling her that she’s just as human as any of them, she laughs and hides her pain and plays pranks and loves others, and all she did was betray both herself and them by “letting nature take its course”.

Surprisingly Elysia says she’s right. The Honkai is arrogant to play with Humanity’s fate like this, even out of love, and as an extension of it she made the same choice… but it was never fair. Humanity should write its own story, and evolve in the ways they like, not the ways the Honkai wants.

And so Elysia tells them she’ll do what she should have done a long time ago, and returns to the cocoon, rearranging the stars and breaking Fate.

It’s the end of the memory, and Mei is stunned and a bit emotional (even here you can’t escape watching Elysia die multiple times, sorry). She asks Kevin what exactly, then, is Honkai.

“You heard her didn’t you? You got to know her. You already know.”

“It’s that love of hers. What we know as “Honkai” is her embrace.”

(to be continued…)

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OH MY GOD GHOUL CONGRATS ON THIS MILESTONE! Fuck you deserve it and so much more! Looking forward to the next one already <3 And all the ones after that!

Going to jump and ask for Ellis and Jealousy (him being jealous) FEEL FREE TO MAKE THIS ANGSTY, FLUFFY, SMUTTY, WHATEVER YOUR HEART DESIRES!

I love you and am so happy for you! <3

Whew finally got a chance to knock this one out!!! I had a draft that disappeared on me so I had to start it over but it's finally (pretty much) finished! It could definitely be added to if anyone is interested.

Make the Pain Stop

Pairing: Ellis Twilight x Reader Prompt: Jealousy Genre: A little bit of everything, nothing explicit though WC: 1.8k

“You’re going with Liam and Harrison again?”

Ellis’s hand grabbed yours as you walked down one of halls in the castle. You jump at the sudden contact and whirl around. Something about Ellis’s expression seems off, but he looks down at you expectantly.

“Yeah, Liam invited me along.” You reply, trying to mask the confusion you know is likely showing clearly on your face.

“Does that make you happy? Spending time with Liam?”

“Well, he is my friend, so yes… Spending time with Liam makes me happy.”

A look of pain twists Ellis’s face and he shakes his head, fixing his normal pleasant smile on his face.

“Have a good time then,” he whispers, releasing your hand and making his way down the hall in the opposite direction.

Glancing at your hand you try to understand why he looked so hurt when you answered. He usually just smiled when he asked if something made you happy and you answered positively.

Just as you were about to go after him Liam struts out of a nearby room, filling the hall with the scent of vanilla as he approaches.

“Ah! There you are! Harry’s waiting, are you ready?” He asks, happily looping an arm around your shoulders and walking you down the hallway.

Soon you’re out on the mission, watching Harry and Liam interrogating a shady looking businessman. While your eyes are taking in the whole scene, your mind is consumed with concern for Ellis. He looked so hurt, and you can’t recall the last time he had looked so upset. Had something happened? Had he received bad news, or had something terrible happened on the last mission he had been on?

You jump when you feel Liam’s arm drape around your shoulders again, his face split with a huge grin. Harry walked up on the other side of you and gave you a noncommittal shrug when you glanced at him.

“We broke that guy! He told us everything. Poor man is going to have a hard time dealing with his suppliers when they find out he exposed them.” Liam continues to chatter happily in your ear, while your mind once again wanders to Ellis. The look that was in his eyes is haunting your thoughts.

By the time you’re back in your room, sat at your desk to record the nights events, you find yourself unable to begin typing. You’re feeling so restless you decide to head to Ellis’s room to check on him and make sure he’s okay.

You knock on his door, shifting impatiently from foot to foot as you wait for a response. You hear nothing and find yourself praying that he hadn’t gone out on a mission. Hesitantly, you try the door knob and it’s not locked. You poke your face through the door, glancing around the mostly dark room.

“Ellis? Are you here? I’d really like to talk if you had a moment…” You are trying to swallow back your shame from sneaking into his room uninvited, but still you approach his bed, hoping to see if he was tucked into the sheets.

As your eyes adjust to the gloom you notice that the sheets are neatly tucked around the pillows and your heart sinks. He’s not here.

What you didn’t notice was the shadowy figure approaching you from behind. By the time you go to turn around, you end up running into a lean, bare chest.

You let out a startled squeak, leaping backward.

“Ellis! I…. um, sorry… I just wanted to see if you had a moment to talk.” Your face is hot and your eyes keep flitting around the room, not stopping to rest on anything lest they travel back to Ellis. The sight of his toned abs is enough to make your heart race, in such a different way than it had been from the fear you had felt just a moment ago.

You hear a soft chuckle and then a soft finger hooks under your chin. Your gaze is met with the twilight irises of Ellis, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Why won’t you look at me? If you want to talk, normally you look at the person you’re talking to,” He whispers, thumb brushing over the skin below your lip. You swallow hard, hoping that he isn’t able to feel the hammering of your heart under his gentle touch.

Your eyes drop to his lips, his face is so close now, only inches away from yours as he peers down at you. You can see a small rivulet of water drip down his face from his damp, dark curls.

His tongue darts out, swiping the drop of water from the corner of his mouth and you feel your eyes widen. The way his lips curl up at your expression has you holding your breath.

“What did you want to talk about?” He asks, releasing your chin and taking a step back.

“Ah…yes, um. You seemed kind of upset earlier so I wanted to see what was wrong. I wanted to make sure you were okay. I honestly was trying to figure out what had made you so sad earlier that I was having a hard time focusing.”

Ellis had begun to move toward his armoire on the far side of his room but he froze as your admission met his ears. He turned his head back to you, looking over his shoulder and you felt your chest tighten at the sight of his toned muscles contracting from the movement.

“You were thinking about me the whole time you were gone? You weren’t thinking about Liam?” He asks, turning fully around and striding back toward you.

“I… I, yeah I guess I was thinking more about you than Liam, he was busy with Harry on the mission, so I didn’t really interact with him much.”

“Thank goodness.”

Ellis’s sigh of relief startles you a bit. Your breath hitches as he once again leans his face in close to yours.

“Will it make you happy to know why I was upset earlier?” He asks, his voice low and quiet.

You can barely manage a slight nod, your head is spinning with anticipation. Ellis’s eyes narrow and he leans in to whisper in your ear.

“I was jealous.”

The sound is so faint but the words unmistakable as his lips graze your ear, breath stirring your hair.

“I honestly was hoping you would say that hanging out with Liam didn’t make you happy. I want to be the one to make you happy. I want to be the one to make you smile to yourself when a random thought of me pops into your head. I want to be the one who’s running around your mind at all hours of the night.”

His fingers come up to brush a stray piece of hair behind your ear, the slight pressure sends shivers through your body. Before his hand drops off, he lets it settle on your jaw, his head leaning back just enough to be able to look you in the eye.

You’re not really sure what comes over you, but some kind of magnetic attraction pulls your lips to meet his and you melt into his touch. His lips are soft, surprisingly soft as they return your kiss, pressing firmly against your own. His other hand slips behind your head, deepening the kiss and tilting your head up toward him.

He gingerly slips the tip of his tongue along the seam of your lips and the sensation is electrifying. You gasp and Ellis takes the opportunity to delve into your mouth, tongue tracing every inch thoroughly. The kiss is delicate and demanding, gentle yet aggressive and every stroke of his tongue against yours sends white hot desire shooting to your core.

You’re not sure when you grabbed onto his arms but you feel the muscles of his biceps flex as he lifts you into his arms, carrying you over to the bed where you’re gently laid back on the sheets. Your lips don’t separate for a moment, his body covering yours as his hands joining his tongue in exploration.

The blazing trail his fingers are creating as they trace over your skin has every nerve screaming for attention. The soft moans bubbling from your throat have you embarrassed but feeling very needy at the same time.

Ellis halts the kisses momentarily, his nose brushing lightly against your cheek as he moves toward your ear once again. His voice is so soft, you can hardly hear what he says but it’s enough to make you squeeze your thighs together.

“You taste so good. You have no idea how badly I want to taste every part of you. I bet you’re even sweeter between your legs.”

His nose nudges under your jaw, prompting you to turn your head and leaving your neck exposed.

“I want you to only think of me. I want you to be mine,” He murmurs, pressing kisses along the column of your throat as his fingers make quick work of your blouse.

“I can’t stand the thought of you falling for someone else. I hate how it makes me feel. The deep black anger and sadness that fills my heart when I think about Liam with his arm across your shoulders, or that bright smile you always give to Will. I don’t want to feel this way. I want you to be happy. But I really, desperately want you to be happy with me.”

You don’t know how to respond to the admissions he keeps firing off; between the passion of his words and the delectable sensations of his lips massaging against the skin over your collar bones, your head is swimming.

His hands pull your hips down to the edge of the bed, and his leg slips between yours, providing that blissful pressure you were craving and you try to bite back the groan of euphoria that explodes from your throat. Ellis slips his fingers into your hair, carding through it so gently it’s at war with the sinfully aggressive movements of his leg between yours.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, pressing kisses to your shoulders and down along your arm. You almost want to grab his head and pull it back toward your lips, but the tender attention he’s paying you is so endearing. It’s a matter of moments before his mouth is on yours once again, whispers of desperation falling against your lips between each kiss.

“Will you please let me have you? I don’t want to feel this way anymore,” Ellis sighs finally, lifting his eyes to meet yours.

The pain you see reflected in his gaze is so jarring. The intense pleasure you were feeling just a moment ago is washed away, replaced with an overwhelming need to comfort him.

You place your hands on either side of his face, peering deeply into his eyes as you finally find the words to say.

“Ellis, I want to be yours.”

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Okay so I fucked up with the original post as it wouldn’t let me edit it from drafts after putting a video in there, so I had to start from scratch. So this was the ask, thank you @practically-an-x-man !

Oh wow this is quite a lot to get through! Alrighty let's get going.

Alexander Summers:

First impression:

l'm just going to talk about movie Alex, because I have other thoughts on comic Alex. I knew Lucas Till from other things like Hannah Montana and the YBWM music video, and also because after the drama with Ezra Miller everyone wanted LT to play the new movie flash, so I remember recognising this face when I first watched FC and thinking "oh yeah he's cute", and I liked his whole broody demeanour, but like, that was it. He became an honorary fave just because I knew he was around the mansion when Peter would've been young, so he was in a lot of the 'Cherik raise Peter' fics.

Impression now:

Jamie will tell you that I always develop a love for the more 'obscure’ characters in media, the smaller amount of screen time, the more likely I am to become obsessed. And so when I went back to rewatch the movies I was just pulled in when it came to Alex. I thought he was so interesting with soooo much potential, his dark but almost juvenile demeanour was like a hook, and I loooove his relationship with Charles. It's also amazing to get to experience a movie you love with a new found appreciation for a certain character because you notice so many new things. Every acting choice LT made for this role l've picked up on now, not to sound dramatic but every little detail helps fuel how I see Alex as a character/person, which is someone with so much complexity and depth.

Favourite moment:

Pretty much all of his scenes in Apocalypse, except his death. Even though I prefer FC, I love seeing how much he's grown and how much he's improved just in general. It's so lovely. But also this one specific deleted scene from FC that gives me all the feels,

Idea for a story:

I have a lot of ideas for Alex in the works, they're mainly on hold just because I went to uni this past September so l've been taking a fanfiction writing/reading break. My current main fic that l'm working on (that Jamie will be happy about), is Alex meeting and bonding with six/seven year old Scott after Vietnam. You'll know because you've read my fic but I picture Alex's relationship to be very strained with his parents, but he's making an effort because he's like, 89% sure Scott's going to be a mutant and he doesn't want him to have to deal with the same reactions he got all by himself.

I also have ideas around an OC of mine but I don't tend to talk about my OCs very much.

Unpopular opinion:

Hmm. The Alex fandom is very small so I don't think there are many 'unpopular' opinions. If we circle back to comic Alex, l'm not really a big fan of any of his romantic relationships. I like the characters respectively, I just don't tend to like them together.

Also I just prefer Alex to Scott, which isn't unpopular but it'll piss Jamie juice off :)

Favourite relationship:

Love love love looooove his platonic mentor-student relationship with Charles.

Favourite Headcanon:

Love the idea of Alex picking up on Charles’ British slang while living at the mansion between FC and DoFP. He wouldn’t say them in a British accent, but he’d say things like jacket potato, not baked potato (the second chapter of that fic will be dropping soon), and football instead of soccer, and I feel like Charles would really appreciate it because it would be something Raven used to do. Although I see her doing it in more of a teasing way compared to Alex, Alex is just adapting to his surroundings.

Hank McCoy:

First impression:

I remember quite liking Hank when I first watched FC, I don’t think I had a huge opinion on him but I did enjoy his presence. I liked his bashful relationship with Raven and I think Nicholas Hoult played the character well. He was like in between Alex and then Cherik and Peter for me, I cared about his presence because he was often involved with my top three, but he wasn’t obscure enough for me to develop a proper obsession with.

Impression now:

Kind of the same to be honest, if anything I think I may have gone off him a little bit. Not because of anything huge, but the way he is with Raven in that one scene in FC irks me a little. I do understand his reasoning, as someone with a physical ‘deformity’, I’d do anything to fix it, but I’m also like dude don’t tell this girl she’s not naturally gorgeous-. But overall I do still like him, and I did like his ending in DP too. (Even though I don’t like DP.)

Favourite moment:

Either when he and Logan are fighting in the foyer in DoFP or just his involvement with the montage in FC. Him being like “am I still a bozo?” to Alex, like bro what do you think the obnoxious little blond is gonna say-.

Idea for a story:

I like the idea of potentially writing a small oneshot about Alex and Hank having a conversation, maybe just before Alex leaves for Vietnam. I feel like it’s the only time they’d ever have a vulnerably emotional moment together. Alex wouldn’t admit to Charles he’s worried about going, and Hank would’ve picked up on enough of Alex’s social behaviours to realise it.

Unpopular opinion:

Not sure if this is unpopular but I don’t really ship him endgame with Raven. I ship them as a midgame, but if she had lived in the new timeline I don’t think they would’ve lasted, I think they’re a classic case of right person, wrong time. They were at totally different stages of life.

Favourite relationship:

Love his annoying brotherly relationship with Alex, and his mentor relationship with Charles.

Favourite headcanon:

Sean was the one who got Hank to smoke his first joint, and Hank was so concerned about what it would do to his brain/mutation that he caved and told Charles, as if they aren’t all adults who can make their own informed decisions. I don’t like reducing characters to a caricature, but the idea of Hank shyly telling Charles he’s stoned and has some minor concerns is so funny to me.

Patricia Thornton:

First impression:

In typical Summer fashion, Thornton wasn’t a favourite when I started MacGyver, that was solely Mac and Jack. I just thought she was pretty and badass, and I really enjoyed her banter with Jack. That was kind of all I thought on her.

Impression now:

I. Love. Her. Literally she is such an icon. I came to appreciate her pretty quickly because I binged a lot of MacGyver while I was recovering from my hip surgery, and then when I found out about the traitor storyline I was devastated. I love her snark, her facial expressions, how much of an amazing spy she actually was? I still love her relationship with Jack but I’ve also come to appreciate how she was with Mac and Riley. She wasn’t a helicopter boss/parent, but it’s so clear that beneath the sternness and consistent annoyance, she loved those brats so much.

Favourite moment:

During the Christmas episode, at the end, she’s talking to Mac by the Christmas tree and it’s a clear moment of how she wasn’t just the boss of this team, she was also a friend. She kisses Jack’s cheek, she lets Bozer touch her, she and Mac talk about Christmas gifts, I love it. (I also love her in the fourth episode of season one where she’s beating the shit out of people.

Idea for a story:

I want to write more of her and Mac, I like the idea of her going to see him in the hospital after the incident in S1E1, but he’s at a generic hospital in Italy, and when she and Jack arrive the doctors are like “are you guys family to the patient? 🤔” and they’re like “uh…”. And Jack is like “oh yeah, we’re his aunt and uncle, this is my wife” on a whim and Thornton looks at him like she’s going to take off her shoe and shove the heel up his nose.

Unpopular opinion:

She’s better than Matty. That’s ragingly unpopular but to me she just is, I prefer her dynamic with everyone compared Matty’s character to dynamic with them. And there’s no problem with Matty, I just haven’t warmed to her, like at all. I don’t find banter in her sternness, whereas with Thornton it was more of an exasperation.

Favourite relationship:

I love all of her relationships with the main team, Mac’s is probably my favourite, but I do love how she is with Riley, and Bozer. They’re like her exhausting children and she’s just DONE. And of course her love-hate relationship with Jack is top notch.

Favourite headcanon:

I’ve never talked about this before but I have this deep rooted lore idea that Thornton had a lung transplant as a child. There’s even more lore behind why but I won’t bore you with that, but anyways I have this hc that while on a mission with Jack when they’re first working together, he finds her immunosuppressants in her backpack, and because she hasn’t declared them to anyone on the team, except Oversight ofc, as nobody knows about her lungs, Jack’s first thought is “…she’s dealing drugs.” And confronts her about it, and she’s just like “😒”.

After that, only Jack knows about it, and I like to think that while she’s in prison, he goes to see her and even though he’s mad because he thinks she’s a traitor, he’s still like “they’re giving you your pills for your lungs right?”

Warren Worthington III:

First impression:

I don’t really remember my first impression of Warren. I remember in TLS, when we see him trying to cut out his wings, my first thought was “WOAH IM UNCOMFY”, but overall I think for me he was just sort of…there?

Impression now:

I like him a lot more in TLS than I do in Apocalypse, in Apocalypse I find him a bit obnoxious, but I like the complexities of his situation in TLS, as much as I don’t like the movie itself. I think it’s really interesting to see his development throughout that movie considering he has such little screen time.

Favourite moment:

I do actually quite like the scene where he flies away from his father before he’s forced to have the mutation cure. Very powerful and I think the actor did a nice job.

Idea for a story:

I don’t have one off the top of my head but I like the idea of something to do with he and Alex talking, for my universe they both have somewhat ‘unsupportive’ parents, so that could be an interesting exploration.

Unpopular opinion:

I can’t say I have one because I don’t know the character well enough. Maybe that he kind of annoyed me in Apocalypse? Like I get why he was the way he was, I just didn’t feel emotionally connected to him. I wish they could’ve fleshed it out a little bit more.

Favourite relationship:

I have no idea.

Favourite headcanon:

Again, not really any idea cause I don’t know enough about him, but I’d love to hear a few of yours sometime.

#ask summer #the moots 💛#pax 🧬#x men #MacGyver #x men movies #Alex summers #havok #hank mccoy #beast #warren worthington iii #Angel #Patricia Thornton

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For the ASH requests, would you ever consider writing more from Ellie's POV? I know she's intimidating to write for (at least i think so) but I absolutely ADORE the relationship you've created between Ellie and Peach, and I think you capture Ellie's spirit perfectly!

Like, if you have ANY scene from past chapters where you wanted to elaborate more on Ellie, I would absolutely eat that shit up!

And if you can't think of a scene, I'll definitely go back and re-read (oh no, now i have to re-read, yet again, one of my fave Joel series, shucks) and pull out a specific scene!

this is back from when i requested prompts so i could do little writing exercises, i had this one in my drafts and decided to quickly edit and post. thank you Kaitlin for having sent this one in. 🤍

Warnings/Tags: Terrible puns, Ellie/Dina interaction, Ellie semi comes out to reader. ASH universe, takes place before chapter seven.

Word Count: 807

“So what if I don’t know what apocalypse means.”

Grinning, Ellie paused for dramatic effect.

She was currently laying on a bed of hay in Stella’s stall with her head resting in Dina’s lap.

“It’s not the end of the world!” She finished off the terrible joke with a loud cackle.

Dina wrinkled her nose. “That’s in poor taste, El.”

Her smile faltered. “Aw come on, that was a good one!”

“It’s too soon.”

“Uh it’s been twenty-one years since the world did in fact fucking end, you know that, right?”

“Still too soon.”

She bit into her apple, then offered it to Ellie.

Ellie took a bite, wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her red shirt. “Alright, alright,” she said through a mouth of fruit as she flipped through the pages of the joke book Dina had gifted her earlier on that summer—No Pun Intended: Volume Tree. “To the guy who invented zero—”

Smirking, Dina cut her off. “Thanks for nothing.”

Ellie lightly smacked the side of her face with the book. “Stop beating me to the punchline!”

“Well then get to it faster, El.”

Dina’s sweet little giggle caused Ellie’s stomach to flip.

Closing the book, Ellie tossed it aside.

“So, tell me why you’re stuck working in the library today instead of here at the stables with me?”

Dina sighed. “Because my sister needed the afternoon off,” she said. “She needs me to man the desk.” She glanced at her watch. “And speaking of the library, that’s where I should have been twenty minutes ago. Shit! Talia is going to kill me.”

She started to get up, but Ellie stopped her.

“Wait.”

“El, I’ve got to go—”

“Just come here for a second. There’s something I want to tell you, but it’s a secret.”

Dina laughed. “Ellie, it’s just me, you, and the horse in here.”

“Come here.” She made a come hither motion with her index finger.

Rolling her eyes, Dina obliged and lowered her head. “What is it, El?”

“Closer.”

“Ellie, stop messing around—”

Ellie grabbed fistfuls of her shirt and pulled her down, pressing her mouth to hers. She pulled away slightly. “That’s all I wanted to tell you,” she murmured against her lips.

Dina grinned. “Tell me more.”

“I thought you were late.”

“What’s another minute or two?”

“Ellie? Hello? Anyone home?”

Elle glanced over at you. “Huh?”

It was the end of the day and you’d offered to walk home together.

“Have you heard a single word I’ve said in the last five minutes?”

“I—sorry, I was distracted.”

“Yeah, you’ve been distracted all afternoon,” You remarked with a knowing smirk. “Not to mention, smiling from ear to ear. Is there something I should know about? Or someone, perhaps?”

Ellie’s grip on the straps of her backpack tightened, her face beet red.

“No,” she mumbled. “Of course not.”

“Okay.”

Taken aback, Ellie raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“What?”

“Okay?” she repeated. “You’re not gonna give me shit?”

“That’s your specialty, not mine.” Winking at her, you nudged her lightly in her side. “But you know, if there’s ever anything that you need to talk about—or if you have any questions about anything, you know you can come to me, don’t you?”

Ellie peered at you. “About anything?”

“Yeah. You know, life stuff. Girl stuff. Things you don’t want to talk to Joel about. For example, you can talk to me about boys.” You paused. “Or girls.”

Ellie halted in her tracks, her throat going dry. “W-What are you talking about?”

Did you know?

How did you know?

If you knew something, did that mean Joel knew something too?

Ellie tried to mask the panic on her face.

“I’m just saying.” You shrugged, gripping the strap of your bag over your shoulder. “You have a safe space with me, Ellie.”

She stared at you.

Well, that much she knew.

After all, besides Joel and Tommy, you were the only other soul who knew about her immunity. She trusted you.

“That’d be weird though, right?”

“What would be weird?”

“Talking about girls. You know, since I’m a girl.”

“Why would that be weird, Ellie?”

“Because. Girls aren’t supposed to like girls.”

“Says who?”

Ellie’s mouth fell open slightly.

You offered her a gentle smile. “Ellie, the heart wants what it wants. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.”

Ellie shuffled from foot to foot. “You mean, it’s okay if I—?”

“Absolutely.”

“I—Joel doesn’t know. At least I don’t think he does.”

“And that’s perfectly fine, Ellie. He doesn’t have to know until you’re ready to tell him.” You put a hand on her shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Okay?”

Ellie nodded. “Okay.”

“Come on, let’s go.”

“Wait.”

Before you could ask, she threw her arms around your waist.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being the coolest fucking person I’ve ever met.”

#fic: a safe haven

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aprismaticodyssey · 1 year

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Big Announcement: Major Development!

Okay- yeah. This is LONG overdue. I know. So allow me to give a wee bit of context!

The demo that is currently available is from the very first draft. At the time, it was the one to beat. However, following the upload of the third chapter, as I continued writing, I liked it less... and less. I got as far as 7 chapters before I decided to rewrite. Then came Draft 2. I had someone message me on the forums asking me about the WIP and where it was, if there was any updates that I didn't provide or if I even changed platforms (choice to itchio). I told them, as it was, I had finished Draft Two. I had even begun typing and editing.

However... I soon became deeply unhappy. While I was proud I finished, a major accomplishment for myself, I absolutely hated how everything flowed. Draft Two was very similar to the Demo. As I was editing, I kept telling myself to trust the process. But I feared "the process" couldn't fix what I had written. And ultimately, if I'm not satisfied with it, then it isn't fair for me to put it out to you guys. To ask you to find the errors and bugs. To support me on Patreon or wait for updates, etc.

Thus came Draft Three. This one is finished from beginning to end and I can't tell you how OVERJOYED I am with this one.

Now that we're caught up... What happens now?

The Demo will still remain. Even though it's short and completely different, I think it's more fun to leave it available. As of today, I officially started typing and editing. I technically started earlier only because chapter one starts the same, but heavily deviates. I don't know how long this will take but I will go as fast as I can! My mother will be my first reader and editor, including for all the branching scenes and dialogue. When that is all said and done, I will put it all into ChoiceScript and then... boom! Upload for a brand new demo.

What about Patreon?

This is where it gets tricky. Because I have one partially completed draft and one completed draft, I have a ton of unused things. I have a separated filing for scrapped content. I thought about taking the chapters from the previous drafts as Patreon content but there's so much of it that I don't think it'd necessarily be feasible. If you guys have any suggestions for this, please let me know! Otherwise, I have things I can post without worrying about the previous drafts.

Okay... so... What about the hella weird posts without context?

Yeah that was me having fun. I saved a fair few pictures to help me capture and invision the aesthetic for this final draft. I amused me to post! Though why 👀 got more of a response than :) has me curious.

SO. Now that all of that is said, please ask anything you have like you did in the past. Be it about the WIP, the characters, silly stuff, etc. I can't wait to see how you guys react to this version.

#Nike Monroe Posts #Agents of lucifer #writing #interactive fiction #hosted games #Old AoL Posts #wip #if wip

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dangerprone2000 · 30 days

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Hi guys! I know it’s been a while 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 but I’m finally on vacations and i promise I’ll be more active all of these days! Here’s the first draft of chapter one !!! Hope you guys enjoy it! More Fraphne content coming soon 💗💗💗

Chapter 1.

She snuggled into the warmth of her sheets, trying to fall asleep.

The smell of jasmine in the air helped her relax after a particularly hard day.

She had been hiding in her room for four days from that woman, from the disfigured ghost that now haunted her every time she closed her eyes, in her dreams, her knight in shining armor always rescued her from her bloody prison, and the toothless smile of her tormentor. Daphne had never seen such a brutal scene before, a body rotting in her internal juices, decaying little by little as the bugs ate her flesh.

It was comforting to know that even if she opened her eyes, her knight would still be there, not exactly there, and not exactly hers, but Fred Jones had always made sure to get her home safely.

She thought about all the times she had seen a lifeless body, which were, sadly, more than she would like to admit. She had a big family back in Scottland, and she assisted to a couple funerals to an open casket. She remembered the crushed, strangely deformed face of one of her uncles, his body, an empty shell, and she realized she was afraid of death.

The patter of the rain drowned out the sound of her cell phone in a drawer of her nightstand, where it had been since Daphne decided that putting it away would help her think more clearly.

The sound of her window sliding away brought her back to reality, and she jumped, grabbing whatever she had on hand to defend herself against it. Out of a nightmare, the corpse had finally come for her.

She scanned the room in search of the intruder, but a solid massive silhouette was tangled in the curtain, unfolding across the wide frame immersed in darkness.

“Fred?”

He smiled, throwing his wet coat over her desk.

“You are going to be the death of me” she said, wiping the palm of her hands in her night gown.

“The butler said you were very sick” “Pretty much something contagious” He chuckled, taking a seat next to her. “And your phone, oh, it works! It didn't seem so when I called you the first thirty-three times.”

“Haha. Very funny.”

Fred finally straightened up, taking a slightly more serious posture.

“You have called it sick for three days. We were worried about you.”

We were. We, not I. She decided to ignore the sting piercing her gut and hold on to the full sentence, feeding her hope that after all, it meant he cared too, at least a little bit.

“You don't look sick.” He insisted.

She wondered how she could joke after what had happened, what they had both done.

“It's after two.”

“Yeah, that's why I didn't use the front door.”

Fred's body sprawled on the mattress with naturally, his blonde hair blown by the wind, extending on her pillow like liquid gold strands.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” he said, crawling under her covers. Perhaps, he also wanted to feel a little less alone, after all, Daphne and Fred were inseparable, like the spark and gas that pushed the pistons to start an engine.

Like the spark she felt at the tips of her fingers every time they touched.

“So,” she said, avoiding his eyes, “are we going to address the elephant in the room?”

His face hardened, trying to avoid the thorny topic. “We only did what we had to do to escape unscathed from a crime we did not commit.”

Daphne nodded. Maybe if they kept repeating that to themselves, they would start to believe so.

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Earlier that morning,

Fred woke up in his room, disoriented and sweaty.

His dad stood in front of him, sipping coffee from his favorite black mug.

Fred could tell he was mad at the way he looked at him. Maybe he already knew, maybe they were in trouble. Maybe not.

He sat down, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

It was often better to stay quiet and wait, after all, it wouldn't be the first time his father got mad at him for something that wasn't exactly related to him.

“You have slept the whole afternoon” He said, turning his back” I’ll wait for you Downstairs to get dinner like decent people do” and then, left him alone in the room.

He couldn't stop having nightmares about Daphne. Thinking about her all night, her eyes all white and cloudy, threads of blood adorning her angelic face.

And the way that nightmare started was particularly disturbing, with her elegant limbs dancing and twirling around her rooms as she undressed.

And why would he ever be fantasizing about that?

Daphne's beauty was obvious to everyone, but Fred preferred to reserve those kinds of thoughts for the girls in his adult magazines, and not directly towards his best friend. It felt immoral, somehow wrong.

Once again Fred’s head was divided: his thoughts were fast, but he couldn't feel more than one thing at once, otherwise he would implode. So, he better keep it cool.

First thing first, he got to deal with his father. He would have time to think about his weird dreams and their meanings later.

Or never.

Probably never.

Fred got up, taking a glance at his messy room: his bed was damp, a lot of blankets and pillows were scattered on the floor, where two of his crashed scale models, a pillow had landed on them during the night, thanks to the movements of his restless sleep.

It was kind of annoying to think about it, because he really liked those two, and he spent weeks, months, working on them, the smaller they were, the more effort it took for them to be accurate.

He lifted a few broken pieces, realizing they were almost shattered.

Fred would have to start at the beginning, the mechanisms were broken and repairing them wasn't an option, it would be a complete waste of time. He took them and put them in the trash can.

He took a seat on the table, right in front of his father.

“I don't want you fooling around with your friends this week, Fred.”

“Any particular reason or just the regular one?” he stroked.

“We found a body decomposing in the swamp near Gatorsburg this morning.”

His heart stopped for a moment. Fred's body froze in place, as if he was glued to the chair, he kept his arms under the table, trying to hide the trembling of his hands.

They weren't supposed to find it yet. Not enough time had passed to erase the evidence, the traces. He hoped that the bacteria in the water and animal activity had left too little to analyze. Not that he didn't want to discover who murdered that girl, but rather a desperate attempt to erase their own traces left back in the crime scene.

He couldn't just call the police and hope for the best when he couldn't justify how he knew where to find the body. In no way did they come out well, having illegally listened to the police on the radio, and having contaminated the entire scene. Not only would they look guilty, but it would also ruin the entire re-election campaign if it became known in the press.

Four days passed until they heard about it: A couple of freaks from LA went to Crystal cove on their honeymoon, probably in search of low-budget paranormal experiences.

Crystal Cove was always full of people Looking forward experiencing all kinds of phenomena. He wasn't exactly a believer, but still, he had seen enough weird things to give it a shot.

“This couple's car ran out of gas a couple miles far from the forest” His father explained “There was nobody around to help, so they walked looking for a gas station, until they found the body floating on the shore.”

Fred stared at his father's face blankly, trying to keep a steady breath. He pictured his face behind the bars of a real prison. And Daphne, what about her? She wouldn't survive in jail a single day. Why then had he pressured her to hide the body? Easy. He had experienced police operations way too closely to know that the first to find the body was going to be the main suspect.

And speaking about Daphne, she had been called out sick all four days, missing exams, a theater rehearsal, and refusing to leave her house no matter how many logical reasons he gave her.

She didn't even let anyone in.

The mayor snapped his finger at him, like he was able to smell his panic, the burning worry on Fred's face.

“What's wrong child? Nothing to say? I'm going to start thinking you are finally maturing”

The table went silent for a couple of minutes. “You haven't acted this weird since you reached puberty.”

Fred shook his head.

If the killer did exist on the same existential plane as him, he or she was smart enough to make it look like Amanda's just stepped on the wrong place, at the wrong time… Or maybe it was the witches.

Maybe Amanda had messed with them.

Maybe no one was safe on Crystal Cove.

Fred Jones Sir must have noticed how pale his son face was, or the way he uncomfortably shifted on his seat right after their little talk.

That was when Fred Jones started shaking, so badly he had to drop the cutlery.

“I’m a little bit tired, so if you excuse me…”

The man on the suit do not hesitate after dismissing his son.

- Thank you very much for taking the time to read it and give me your recommendations, XOXO.

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