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jaywhere · 19 days

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hello i thought this would be like 3k and it's not so pls have 8.5k of post-x3 rogue/logan about wanting to fuck b4 u die and having literally one option and it's like, super fucking weird actually.

this would probably be the first chapter of 2, idk ill see what im able to finish today ??? pls enjoy the like optimistically 1-2 of u who decide to click on this lmfao

After three months, Rogue eventually finds him washed up in a storm drain.

The sight of Logan with his head slotted into a gutter would be hilarious if the circumstances weren’t so bleak. A few years ago, she would’ve laughed and taken a photo. The sight may have cracked a smile out of her if she hadn’t been so tired, or even if he hadn’t been so damn hard to track down.

Tragically, Rogue doesn’t have the luxury of smiling. Bags tug at her eyes as she stares down at his face. Even under the flickering yellow light of the streetlamp, she can tell his features are completely unchanged, even after five years. His shoulder is bent at an odd angle, white muscle shirt completely soaked through. A thin stream of blood meanders down his temple and into the muddy runoff below.

“Guess that’s to be expected.” Rogue wipes the blood away with leather-gloved fingers.

He’ll wake up soon. The streets are completely deserted at this time of night — almost two in the morning on a Wednesday. No one to call the cops. Beneath the flickering light, the shadows cast by his features appear to lengthen before retreating again.

He’s handsome, at least. Moreso than Rogue remembers, and perhaps far more than deserved given the context. A coil of guilt curls up in her belly.

“Already come this far,” Rogue mutters. With a grunt, she stands, damp ends of her floor-length coat clinging uncomfortably to her ankles. She grabs Logan’s leg above muddy, torn-up boots. His leg hair rustles against her gloved fingers. “No use givin’ up now.”

It’s still drizzling. Ice-cold pricks of rain start to soak her back as she attempts to pull Logan out of the gutter. It seems undignified to leave him there, given what she’s about to ask him to do. Her lower back throbs in protest.

“The hell — whadya weigh, three hundred pounds?” The flickering lights are starting to make her head throb. Runoff trickles past her heeled boots with a soft hiss. When she tugs a final time, her heels slip right out from underneath her.

A frustrated scream leaves her lips before she can stop it. Her ass soaked with muddy rainwater and her hip throbbing from where it’d clipped the curb, she storms back up to Logan’s head and rips off her glove.

His coarse stubble on her fingertips is electrifying. His essence floods her through her along that thin contact of skin on skin. The taste of cheap beer, burn of cigarette smoke in her lungs, knuckles aching after a well-thrown punch, a loneliness that gnaws at the tattered edges of his soul. Virility floods through her.

She counts up to five, taking in slow measured breaths. The glove goes back on as soon as she’s done, leather squeezing tightly at her fingers.

Her back doesn’t hurt.

“Okay, darlin’. Let’s go.” Rogue tosses her hair over her shoulder before scooping Logan up. With her arms under his back and his knees, he’d almost look like a princess — if it weren’t for the way his mouth hung open, head flopping limply over her arm.

Mud and all, she tosses him into the front seat.

“Whew!” Rogue grabs a towel out of the trunk. Wipes off her gloves, her face, and strips off her coat before tossing everything back into the trunk. “I could get used to that. Wow.”

The car’s engine rumbles to life. A thick drizzle coats the windshield. She flips the wipers on and stares out at the little wavering asphalt. The gas station, tattoo shop, and convenience store on this side of the street are all closed. The only sign of life is the bar at the end of the road. Up on the sign, El Apocalipsis is scrawled in yellow neon.

Rogue snorts. “Don’t need a translator to figure out that one, do ya?” She leans over, tapping aggressively at Logan’s cheek. “Wake up, sleepyhead. Gotta tell me where to take ya.”

He doesn’t respond. The seconds tick by. The memory of unfamiliar lips gliding against her own spirals through her mind. She chases it like a feather in the wind — flash of red, the scrape of her stubble against soft cheeks — before it’s gone completely. The windshield is almost completely obscured when she looks back.

“Logan.” She taps his cheek again, harder this time. The sound of leather on skin fills the car. She’d probably stalled his healing when she touched him. A violent frustration fills the empty spaces around her heart. “Wake up.”

This time, dazed eyes flutter open. Pupils the size of saucers stare back at her. Dry lips part. Rogue can’t stop herself from grinning.

“Found ya,” she says. Hadn’t been an easy task, either. Folks a lot smarter than her had been chasing him for years. But Rogue was nothing if not determined. “Where’s home, darlin’?”

Logan blinks. He lurches forward, smashing his hand into the airbag. Rogue shushes him, but doesn’t get too close. Terror, panic, the give of a delicate neck under her broad palms; the sensation of a needle digging into the nook of her elbow. Rogue had learned that one the hard way.

With furrowed eyebrows, Logan’s gaze finally fixes on her. “Kid?”

The smile’s wiped off her face in an instant.

“I’m twenty-six.” She pushes in the clutch and shifts into first with a double thunk. Some part of her hopes Logan notices that she drives stick. “Not a kid.”

Logan stares out the windshield. His chest is heaving with panic. “Where — ?”

“You’re drunk,” Rogue answers. This isn’t going to go well. She can feel it in her bones. But drastic times call for drastic measures. “Pulled you outta the gutter. Where’s home?”

His beard hasn’t been shaved in days. The smell of sweat, beer, and smoke fills up the car. She presses her lips together and tries to cast her own motivations in piecemeal. Sixty percent pathetic desperation, thirty-five percent fear of her own impending death, five percent the nostalgic memory of her schoolgirl crush. Those had been simpler times.

“Truck — “ He wipes at his face, muddy rainwater dripping onto his palm. He turns to look out the back window. “Truck’s about two miles down the road.”

“Cool,” Rogue says. This isn’t going to go over well. It can’t go over well. The car swings in a wide U-turn. At least Logan had been walking in the correct direction when he’d collapsed in the middle of the road.

She drives slow. Logan stares at her, then out the window, then down at his own hands. She wonders if he can feel that she sapped away just a little bit of him. When she reaches, the embers of him are still alive in the back of her mind. A flash of claws sinking through skin, fat, guts, spine shocks her like a jolt of electricity.

And then he’s gone completely.

Silence sets in. Rogue gnaws on her own bottom lip.

“What are you doing here?”

She doesn’t take her eyes off the road. Logan had set up in the middle of nowhere. Water clouds the headlights like dust.

“Um,” Rogue says. She’d imagined this a thousand times. Distracted, driving in the rain, while Logan is drunk had never been one of those scenarios. Lying doesn’t sit right with her, either. “Got somethin’ to ask ya.”

More silence. The wheels churn against broken asphalt.

“Okay.” Logan’s staring at her, expectant.

She coughs. “Best wait until — um, until we get there.”

Another long few beats. Rogue’s heartbeat pounds in her ears.

“Get where?” Logan eventually asks. Rogue pulls off the road, tires scuttling over gravel. The trailer sits demurely behind a cluster of trees. “Oh. Right.”

“And you probably need to sober up, first.”

“Right.” Logan pauses. He stares at her. Even damp, his hair still twists up into little points atop his head. His head bobs up and down five times, lips twitching around a few unrecognizable words. “You’re twenty-six.”

Rogue pulls the keys from the ignition. He’s still staring, waiting for a response. “Yeah?”

His tongue on his lips. Sparse mustache stubble gives way to a thicket of beard on his chin. Rogue wonders if it’s rough on his tongue.

“Why’d you get on the train?”

Rogue squints, wrinkling her nose. It takes her a second to realize what Logan’s asking her.

“Oh.” The realization dawns on her quickly. She still has dreams, sometimes — not so much about the metal cutting through her, but about the horror-struck look on Logan’s face as he’d realized what he’d done. And then the way she’d sucked his full brown eyes completely dry. How she’d left him empty and vacant. “I, um — I almost killed you.”

“How.”

The look he gives her is heavy. Rogue can feel her eyes go shiny with unshed tears. This is humiliating. Her fingers tremble as she grips the wheel, but her voice remains steady.

“I was. You stabbed me. I grabbed you.” Her lungs burn when she breathes in, long and slow. “You were havin’ a nightmare.”

Logan’s fingers pry hers off the steering wheel. The warmth doesn’t soak through the leather.

“Sorry,” he says. “Just had to make sure.”

Rogue nods. She wipes at her eyes. It’s not the memory that’s got her tearing up, but the anxiety twisting that twists in her gut. She hasn’t seen Logan in years. No one has — not really. But the memories of him aren’t going to feel the same after this.

With rain pattering against the ceiling, she squeezes back.

“You wanna come in? Not much, but…” He trails off.

It occurs to Rogue that Logan may not love her anymore. Perhaps now, or perhaps after she tells him why she’s there. With a bit of force, she pulls her own hand away.

“Sure,” she says, cracking open the car door. “That’d probably be best.”

—

“I’d always imagined you livin’ in the mountains.” The trailer’s small, one chair, table about the length of her forearm, a few cabinets, and mattress covered in a threadbare gray sheet. “Livin’ in some li’l cabin. Happier than a pig in poop.”

Logan’s crouched at the edge of the mattress, arms clasped around his knees. “You get more southern since the last time I saw you?”

A smile tugs at the edge of her lips. “I’ve been leanin’ into it. Kinda my thing, now.”

Logan grunts. He pulls out a cigar. “Last one,” he says, shoving it between his lips.

Rogue presses her lips together. “You might,” she starts, as Logan pulls out a lighter. “You might wanna save that.”

His gaze flicks from her, down to the lighter, then back again. “Okay.” He tosses the cigar onto the cluttered countertop next to the sink. “What’re you here for, then?”

His voice is rough. A shiver rattles down Rogue’s spine. She squeezes her own palms between two bony knees, making eye contact with the floor.

“Must be serious.” The tip of his boot taps against the barren floor. It’s not just limited to the floor, Rogue realizes as she tries to look anywhere except at Logan. Dirty plates in the sink, a knife sitting on the windowsill by her arm. Nothing that could be called decoration. It makes her a little sad. “You’ve been followin’ me for a few months.”

Surprise snaps her gaze back up to Logan. “You knew?”

“Knew it was someone.” He leans back onto the heels of his palms. “Didn’t think it’d be you.”

“Oh,” Rogue says. She wonders if he’s happy to see her, or unhappy. If he would’ve stopped if he’d known. If he isn’t thinking anything because he’s still drunk. “Right, yeah. Probably weren’t plannin’ on seein’ me anytime soon.”

Rogue’s heart pounds in her ears. The silence stretches, tugging uncomfortably at her guts.

“You gotta give me somethin’, kid.”

She visibly flinches. “Oh, please don’t call me that.”

Rough leans forward, hiding her face in her hands. From between the cracks in her fingers, she barely catches the way Logan raises his palms up.

“Fine, fine. I get it, you’re not a kid anymore.”

“Just gonna make this harder.”

She breathes out, slow and controlled. She’d been practicing. Same stuff Logan had tried to teach her all those years ago that she’d never taken too seriously. Expectantly, Logan waits.

“Sorry,” she whispers. “I’m nervous.”

Rogue had tried this conversation every which way in her mind. Had practiced in front of the mirror. Every intro flips past like a flashcard: I’m sorry I’m asking this, I promise this isn’t about some boy, I’ve missed you, I understand if your answer is no, I can just pretend this never happened if you say no, I know this is inappropriate, but…

What comes out of her mouth is, “The world is looking really not good, Logan.”

She stares at him. Scruffy, handsome, unspeakably sad. When he sighs, bowing his head, she catches a glimpse of the nightstand behind him. A pair of glasses and a little bird sit under the lamp, both cast in red. Her heart aches.

“I’m not fightin’ anyone,” Logan sighs. “I love ya. But I’m done with that. As much as I can be.”

Rogue’s mouth goes dry. “No, no, um. It’s more. It’s personal.” Heart racing, sweat squeezing out of her pores. “Can you just — I just want ya to know I’m sorry that I’m even bringin’ this up. I know — I know that you just wanna be left alone. Which is fine. And I’m honestly feelin’ like a complete yellow-belly right about now, but I came all this way, so I guess I can’t just not ask, or — I mean I could, but…”

The knot in her throat swells up. She wants to cry. Logan growls in annoyance.

“Spit it out.”

Rogue bites into her lower lip. She stares down at her own black boots, scuffed at the tip. The visions that she’d played with, alone in bed in the dead of night, wherein Logan holds her hand, squeezes her shoulders, and lets her rest her head on his chest, feel ridiculous in hindsight. The fantasy that he might even like what she’s about to ask him feels completely childish.

“Um,” Rogue says. Stubbornly, she forces herself to look him in the eye. “I wanna have sex before I die.”

Rain drizzles onto the window. The seconds tick by. Logan stares at her, confused. It takes Rogue a long moment to realize that the complete lack of response means he probably hadn’t understood her in the first place. Humiliation flushes her cheeks bright red.

“Okay,” Logan says. He stands up and digs a plastic cup out of one of the cabinets. “And what, you need my permission?”

Logan turns to her, raising an eyebrow as he holds out the cup. Rogue shakes her head no.

The tap twists on. Rogue watches as he fills the cup, the bare remnants of a logo nearly scratched off the sides. His throat bobs as he swallows, a thin stream of water meandering from the corner of his lip and into unkempt facial hair. Rogue’s jaw flops up and down like a fish.

“No, I mean — with you.”

He chokes. Water backsplashes into the cup. More spills from his mouth, dribbling onto his already-damp shirt. Rogue can’t help but flinch.

“Ha. Ha.” He slams the cup down on his counter. The look he shoots her is genuinely terrifying. “Very funny.”

This may be the worst decision Rogue has ever made.

“I’m not joking?” She doesn’t mean for the words to upturn with hesitation. Biting into her own tongue, she wishes she’d gone for sarcastic, instead. Sitting there quietly, silently begging for his approval, can’t possibly be helping. She leans back, squares her shoulders, and tries again. “I’m not joking.”

Logan’s staring at her like she’s grown a second head.

Raindrops tap on the window. Rogue bites into her own lip, tilting her chin up as she holds Logan’s befuddled gaze. No going back now.

“Why?” Logan asks. His gaze flicks down to Rogue’s gloved hands, her turtleneck, down the length of her gloved legs. “I thought you…”

Lips pressed into a thin line, Rogue nods. “The cure. Yeah. Got about three months outta that.” She laughs, the sound dry and humorless. The look Logan gives her is unreadable. “Hell in a damn handbasket, that was. Don’t know about the others, but when my powers came back — it was like I was a teenager again. Lost all the progress I’d made before.”

She remembers the way Bobby’s lips had gone stiff under hers. The agonizing seconds that had ticked by, chills running down her spine, before she’d realized what was happening. Sobbing uncontrollably over his bed in the basement infirmary. By the time he’d woken up, nearly two months later, the last vestiges of him had finally been fading from her mind.

Rogue had been the one to break up with him. At least another month of crying had followed. The conversation had barely even been necessary — just formalizing what they both had already known.

“I’m sorry,” Logan says.

She’s staring at the floor again. Logan’s wet shoes stare back at her. She had never spoken aloud any of the things she’d learned about Bobby from the facsimile of his consciousness floating in the back of her mind. She’d kept it to herself, even when he started dating Kitty a few months later. The secrets tucked away in the corners of Bobby’s mind weren’t things she was ever supposed to know. They were just a few unspoken bullet points at the end of a long list of Rogue’s regrets.

“Thanks,” Rogue says. “It’s not — it’s not fine, but I’ve made my peace with it.”

Slowly, he crouches down. Ever so slowly, he’s dripping onto the floor.

“Marie,” he says. His voice is rough and steady, painfully serious. Once again, Rogue flinches.

“No, don’t call me that.”

A laugh. “Okay, Rogue.” He holds his hand out. Gently, she places her fingers into his. The leather of her gloves squeaks as he squeezes her. “I hear what you’re saying. And I get what it’s like to be lonely.”

Guilt bubbles up in the pit of Rogue’s gut. He doesn’t need to say that part.

“But you’re young. You’re gonna find someone. You don’t need — ”

Silently, she shakes her head. “It’s not about finding someone, Logan. I’ve found plenty of guys. It’s about not killing ‘em.”

More silence follows. Rogue’s hand is shaking in his.

“I mean. You don’t have to touch someone to — “

Her gaze snaps up to his. Sarcasm spills out of her. “Logan,” she says. At least he has the decency to look sheepish. “Don’t gimme that. It’s not the same. And you know it.”

“It’s not a good idea.”

Frustration overtakes her. “You think I don’t know that? Logan, this is fucking humiliating!” She rips her fingers out of his, scowling at the look of surprise that flashes across his face. “I’m an adult. I say fuck now. Don’t act so shocked.”

The corners of Logan’s lips twitch as if resisting a smile. “You were an adult the last time I saw you, too.”

She remembers. Logan had stood with her at the entrance. She’d almost wanted him to tell her to stay, to tell her how to think. Instead, he’d trusted her to make her own decision.

“I know,” she says. Abruptly, she stands up. Squished up against the cabinets behind him, Logan quickly follows suit. “I’m an adult. So I can make my own decision. And you can say no, if you want. But I’m asking.”

He’s over a head taller than her. Chest to chest, Rogue finds herself tracing out the throb of his pulse as it wanders up his throat. Logan doesn’t say anything.

“Which is — I wanna have sex. With you.” When Rogue’s gaze flicks up, Logan’s peering down at her like a hawk would a mouse. She quickly averts her gaze. “So I don’t die a virgin.”

“You’re not gonna die,” Logan growls. His hands jerk up like he’s going to grab her by the shoulders. Then they stop, falling back to his sides. “Soon. You got time.”

Rogue snorts. “Dunno how much you’ve been payin’ attention, bud, but things aren’t goin’ too well out there. People die every day.”

At the Professor’s funeral, she’d never imagined the following years of her life would be characterized primarily by a series of battles. His headstone had been accompanied in quick succession by Scott’s, and Jean’s. She’d thought the whole affair had been a life-shattering low point. In reality, it had just been foreshadowing.

“I’m not comin’ back,” Logan hisses.

Rogue scowls. She crowds into him, two hands pushing hard on his chest until the cabinets behind him stop the movement. “I’m not asking you to.”

He won’t look at her. She doesn’t know it’s guilt or shame or just plain embarrassment, but in the moment she doesn’t particularly care. A rabid sort of desperation knots her fingers up in the damp fabric of his shirt.

“I just want you to fuck me.” Up on her toes, her mouth hovers only an inch from his chin. So close, but not yet touching. “So I don’t die without knowing what it feels like.”

The warmth of his palms soaks through the thin fabric of her sleeves. To Rogue’s chagrin, he only pushes her away.

“Listen to me,” Logan says. He looks her dead in the eye. Shame makes Rogue’s shoulders curl in on themselves. She’d thought that this many years later, with the curse of an even more extensive library of hurt and grief behind her, Logan wouldn’t make her feel so small anymore. “You do not want that.”

A flash of anger sends Rogue’s fist thumping lightly into his chest. He looks down at her leather-gloved hand, confused.

“Fuck you,” she hisses. She’d been able to taste Remy’s fear every time they kissed, counting down from ten like some perverted version of stop-and-go. “You don’t know what the hell I want.”

Deadpan, Logan meets her eyes. He even bends down just a little so they’re closer to eye level. Rogue wants to slap him.

“You don’t know what you’re signing up for.”

He squeezes her shoulders tightly. She bites her tongue, clenches her fists, and tries to keep her anger in check. It isn’t until she does that it finally occurs to her: at no point during this conversation had he said no.

“Stop trying to convince me to back off.” A strand of white hair swings between them on a pendulum. “I left the others for this. For three months. Dunno how many of my friends are dead now, or if I could’ve saved them if I wasn’t here. I knew that, and I know that now, and I’m here anyways. Because I want this once before I die. So just tell me yes or no.”

Logan is silent. Rogue wants to kill him — as if that’s even really possible.

“Or ask me a fuckin’ question or something. Anything.”

A sigh. “I dunno.”

It’s strange, the way her lips quirk into a grin. “That’s not a no,” she points out.

Logan says nothing. He looks conflicted. Later, she’ll feel guilty — but for the moment, she has to fight not to stamp her feet in glee.

“I’ll just — m’gonna sleep on it.”

He leans forward. It’s just an inch or so, but enough for Rogue to understand that he wants her to step back.

She doesn’t. Instead, she wraps her arms around his chest and squeezes him. He’s damp and warm, chest expanding beneath her cheek as she breathes in. “Thank you,” she says. “For thinking about it.”

“You’re — I’m not gonna say you’re welcome.” Slowly, Logan hugs her back. He smells like sweat. “This is weird.”

With a grin, Rogue replies, “Don’t care.”

—

The next morning, she wakes up to the sound of metal clinking and whispered swearing.

Humidity sticks to her cheeks. The stale, earthy smell of smoke clogs her sinuses. Pinpricks of light shine through a canvass of burgundy. Her back aches from the sunken spot in the middle of the mattress where the springs had long since collapsed.

In one swift motion, she sits up. Long strands of dark hair tickle her shoulders. The blankets fall from around her face, caress the bare skin of her arms, and finally pool in her lap. Logan’s already staring at her, tin mug clutched in his hand. The coffee pot spits and bubbles.

“Sorry. Was tryna…” He pauses, gaze flicking down from Rogue’s face. He turns back to the counter and clears his throat. “Was tryna be quiet.”

Her brain still fuzzy with sleep, Rogue absentmindedly digs her fingers into the stiff muscles in her shoulder. Her palm drops a moment later, tip of one finger catching in the hem of her sports bra. She blinks, remembering all at once that she’d slept in her underwear last night. Her wet clothes are hanging in the shower.

Logan still won’t look at her. When she glances down at herself, her nipples are visible through the thin fabric. She resists the urge to roll her eyes.

With a yawn, Rogue stretches. “Logan?” she asks.

“Hm?” He’s staring at the counter. Trying and failing to act normal. It pisses her off — just a little. It’s hard to imagine Logan acting this way with any other woman. Maybe his mother, or his sister. If he even has either of those.

“Could you grab my duffel? Should be in the backseat.”

Rogue stands, stretching. She turns her back to Logan and spends a long, leisurely moment with her back arched and arms stretched above her head. Trying to give him permission to look. Perhaps it’s selfish of her, but she wants him to think she’s beautiful. More than that, she wants to be able to tempt him.

When she finally bends to pick up her keys from the bedside table, she’s careful not to disturb the shades or the little bird. She turns quickly, lobbing the fob in Logan’s direction. He catches them in the center of his palm even though his gaze stays fixed on the countertop.

Rogue tilts her head. She wonders how good his peripheral vision really is.

“Got it.”

He practically runs out the door. Maybe she should lay off. Give him some space. She had been his student. They’d met when she was seventeen. He’d done his best, for at least a couple of years, to step into the gaping hole the separation from her parents had left. That’s not the kind of relationship that time or distance washes away. Rogue knows, as much as she might want to, she can’t just wish it away.

Crouching down next to the side table, she fixes Logan’s mementos in her sight. If she’s being honest, she doesn’t want her relationship with Logan to change. Suspects he doesn’t want that, either. The sun reflects off red lenses. She knows they aren’t Scott’s real glasses — the coating isn’t nearly opaque enough, and the Ray-Ban logo on the side is an obvious giveaway. And the little red bird — a Robin, Rogue thinks — doesn’t seem like something Jean would ever have owned. They’re just tokens. Reminders.

Logan doesn’t want to forget. She understands.

The door creaks open, followed closely by the thump of her bag onto the floor. Rogue turns. Logan’s pulling the carafe out from the machine.

“Coffee?” he asks. “Black’s the only option.”

The smell makes Rogue’s mouth water. She unzips her bag. “Yes, please.”

Logan had insisted that she take the little twin mattress and Logan would sleep in the truck. Rogue had protested — she could sleep in her car, or curl up in the little chair by the table if that was too cold. Logan had muttered that he wasn’t gonna be sleepin’ much, anyway, before leaving the camper. The door had slammed behind him.

The process of getting dressed is always somewhat elaborate for Rogue. Briefly, she considers changing her underwear, but — Logan would probably just book it again.

Her shirt goes on first, thumbs hooked through the holes at the end. Collar rolled up to her jaw. Thin tights from her toes up to her knees, then jeans over that. The billowy ends of her shirt get tucked in. Tighten her belt to keep everything together. She pulls on a pair of ankle socks. Then, finally, she slides on her gloves.

Logan is watching her now. He leans against the counter, sipping his coffee. She re-packs her bag until only her clear makeup bag is left. It sits in her lap for a moment before she raises it up to her chest.

“Am I using this?” she asks.

Logan stares. “Huh?”

She huffs. “It’s makeup, darlin’.”

“I know what it is.”

Rogue puts a hand on her hip. “Great. So, am I wearin’ some?” When she doesn’t immediately receive a response, she continues. “Because I don’t need to get dolled up to enjoy the company of my Honda Civic.”

Logan’s jaw is tight. He continues sipping at his coffee anyways. “You don’t need to do anything on my account.”

“Logan.” Rogue glares. She snatches up her hairbrush, running it through the length of her hair a few times. It feels like he’s playing games with her. “Are we fucking or not?”

He manages to keep the drink in his mouth this time. Only coughs, setting the mug down onto the countertop. This time, Rogue actually allows herself a quiet snicker.

“Just — “ Logan sighs, rubbing at his face. He points at the chair. “Come sit down.”

She does, but not before grabbing her coffee cup. She lets her shoulder brush up against him and swears she feels him shiver.

The single chair creaks underneath her. She stares up at Logan and tries to hold onto her own confidence. This is going to work, she tells herself. There’s no way she came all this way for nothing. Logan had always been a softie.

“This isn’t because of some boy.”

The question makes Rogue laugh. It isn’t even phrased as a question, she realizes, but it sounds just like something Logan would’ve said to her years ago. “No,” she says, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I haven’t been with anyone in three years.”

Logan nods. “The cure,” he starts. It occurs to Rogue that he’d probably spent last night coming up with the questions, preparing to rattle down the list. The thought makes her want to roll her eyes. “Know it’s hard to get now, but you could — “

“It only works once,” Rogue says. The coffee is so acidic it makes her salivary glands seize up. She swallows anyways. “I’ve tried. And don’t even think of saying anything about the fact that I didn’t take advantage of the opportunity. I know.”

In fact, she’d tried. She’d held hands with Bobby every day, kissed him at every opportunity, told him she was ready. Rogue had wanted to live her life. At the time, she’d attributed Bobby’s reluctance to the fact that they had all the time in the world. Rogue had thought that she was rushing things. She wouldn’t find out otherwise until she nearly killed him.

Logan hesitates before delivering the next question. Rogue is grateful for the moment to try and counsel herself out of her own bitterness. It’s not like Bobby had known those few months would be her only chance.

“Have you actually tried to make this work. With some guy who’s not…” Logan trails off, gesturing wordlessly.

Rogue fills in the blanks. Somehow, leaving it unspoken is worse. “My former teacher? And lowkey father figure?”

As soon as the words leave her mouth, she immediately changes her mind.

Logan defates like a balloon. His lips form a thin line. “Yeah?” he says.

Buying time, Rogue takes another sip of her coffee. She pretends, desperately, that this isn’t weird. “What do you mean, make it work?”

Logan’s face is red. From his nose to the tips of his ears. It won’t be until a long while later that she’ll recall this moment and understands the way Logan forges ahead as a testament to how much he loves her. In the moment, she’s just mortified.

“You understand that you can. Like the — Jesus fuckin’ Christ. You know what a condom is, right?”

Initially, Rogue wants to ask Logan if he’s stupid. Instead, she lets the question hang for a long moment. Takes another sip of bitter coffee. “They never let you teach sex ed, did they?”

“God, no.”

More coffee. It almost overpowers her own bitterness.

“That’s good. Yes, Logan. I know what a condom is. It doesn’t work like that.” Briefly, she considers going into detail: exactly what parts of a man’s body covers, the humiliation of attempting to expose only the most intimate parts of herself, the way fabric or latex would shift between two moving bodies. She keeps her mouth shut and spares both of them. “Are we done with the fifth degree, now?”

Embarrassment stains her cheeks. Logan isn’t faring much better.

“I just — I need to ask. I know you’re smart. You just gotta let me ask.”

His knuckles are white where he grips the countertop. She tries to keep a lid on her own excitement as she processes Logan’s words. Briefly, she imagines what it would feel like to have those broad palms wrapped tightly around her hips.

“Fine,” she says. Another sip of coffee. Logan seems to have completely given up on his.

He takes in a deep breath. “This isn’t some — “ he starts, before giving up. She’s can’t recall ever seeing him look this nervous. “If we do this. After, we’re gonna pretend it never happened.”

The if is spoken quietly. Rogue feels her pulse quicken. “Obviously.”

Logan’s tongue is pink on his lips. “You can’t come back with feelings later.”

Rogue narrows her eyes. The mug sits defensively in front of her mouth. “You can’t come back with feelings later.”

Silently, Logan’s thick eyebrows furrow in doubt.

“Now you see how ridiculous that sounds.”

This is not, apparently, the response that Logan is hoping for. He crosses his arms, expression shifting from an open anxiety to stern disapproval. The kind of look a teacher gives a student. Rogue’s heart drops into her ass.

“I’m not an idiot. I know you had a crush on me.”

She bites her lip. “When I was eighteen. You were my — you saved my life. Multiple times, depending on how you look at it. And even without that, it would’ve been normal. At that age.”

She sounds defensive. Panic snakes through her veins.

“And that’s not why you’re doing this now.”

She sets the half-empty mug down on the table. A fat drop of coffee sloshes over the edge and streams down the side. Embarrassing honesty time, she supposes.

“Logan,” Rogue says. “I’m a person. I know you’re hot. And obviously the fact that you saved my life, and were nice to me, and looked out for me, and gave a shit about me when I was a kid makes me like you more. But it also makes this exponentially more weird. This is weird. I’m embarrassed. If I had literally any other options, I would take them.”

The urge to cry takes her by surprise. She wants to whisper to herself that it’s not a big deal. She wants to walk out the door of Logan’s little trailer, get in her car, and never come back. She wants for the first time she runs into him to be a few years from now, when mutants can live safely, when he’s come to terms with the state of the world, when she’s unlocked the key to controlling her abilities that the Professor had always assured her must be locked away inside her somewhere.

Rogue wants that future. The one where she could hug him and thank him for always believing in her. They could drink a beer and remember the good old days. But she knows by even asking, she’s ruined that — let alone if she actually survives the next few years.

“It’s like — it’s not the romance. Or the loneliness.“ She starts talking without Logan even asking for more. She doesn’t even look at him. “Like, I’ve had romance. It’s nice, you know, but it’s kind of hard to lose yourself in that when you know they’re always afraid you’re gonna kill ‘em. And then, like, you’d think it was about the orgasms, at least, but — “

Tears cling to leather-tipped fingers as she swipes them under her eyes. As mortified as she feels, Logan stays serious. She laughs.

“I know how to get myself off. Very well, thank you. It’s literally just the experience. Like, I don’t feel like I have to. I don’t feel like I’m incomplete without it.” She sniffs, loudly. All at once, she’s grateful she hadn’t put any makeup on. “Life just fucking sucks, you know? I just wanna get laid once before I die. Without bein’ afraid I’m gonna send some poor fuck to an early grave.”

Rogue feels sick. She stares down at the table, unable to bring herself to look at Logan. She’d managed to hold it together last night. It’s mortifying, how much she cares about this. It feels almost like she’s guilt-tripping Logan, one of the only people in the world who could ever give her this, except for the fact that the tears that fall down her cheeks are completely genuine.

She’d given up on casual intimacy, then on dating entirely. Giving up on having sex shouldn’t be the hardest part. Perhaps it’s that part of her feels like Bobby stole her one opportunity to have this. Or perhaps it’s just symbolic — one last sacrifice in a long line of sacrifices.

Pathetically, Rogue sniffles. Logan remains silent. She wipes at her own tears. Logan must think of her as even more of a child, now. Crying over the idea of being rejected. Unable to deal with the reality of disappointment. A sharp flare of indignation lashes at her tongue.

“Dude, if you don’t want to do it, you don’t have to search for some excuse!” When she finally glances up, Logan’s expression is much softer than she had imagined it would be. A sage kind of sadness crinkles the corners of his eyes. “You can just say if you don’t want to. I get if it’s too weird, or you’re not attracted to me, or taking some sad girl’s virginity just — sounds like a bummer! It’s fine. Just tell me — “

“Stop.”

Rogue does.

Logan drops to his knees in front of her. He pulls her hands away from her face. A protest rises and quickly dies when she sees his thumb approaching. Muddy, unrefined empathy sloshes across the open connection between them. The dull ache in her back fades.

His presence lingers even as he pulls his thumb away, slick with her tears.

“Not good with words,” he says. The warmth of his fondness radiates through her like a hug. As it fades, Rogue squeezes her own elbows, desperate for more. “You get it?”

She nods.

Logan’s thumbs are damp on the inside of her knees. “There are conditions,” he says. “If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it my way.”

Rogue sniffles. Logan reaches over her and places a small stack of napkins next to her elbow. Humiliated, she blows her nose.

“Kinda selfish, isn’t it?” She’s trying to joke.

Logan glares at her.

“I mean, how many times have you had sex? A few hundred?”

His eyebrows raise, lips quirking up. “Try thousands.”

It’s funny, at least a little. Rogue doesn’t know why, but the thought makes another sob shake through her. “You motherfucker,” she hisses, laughing at herself even as tears spill over her lashline. “I should call you a slut or somethin’, but hell if I’m not jealous.”

Logan actually laughs this time. His thumb traces out little circles on the inside of her knee. “Just means I know what I’m doing.”

“Yeah, regular cock in the henhouse.” Rogue rolls her eyes and ignores the confused look Logan gives her. She wipes her nose again. “What’re the conditions?”

Logan clears his throat. “Well, I gotta be gone by tomorrow morning. So we’re gonna do it today.” He leans back, scratching at the back of his neck. There’s something strangely endearing about how hard he’s thinking. “I can’t really take you anywhere.”

He doesn’t have to elaborate. Rogue already knows. Mutants are safe these days, and Rogue doesn’t quite blend in. Instead, she asks, “Why would you need to take me anywhere.”

A flicker of frustration flashes in the quirk of Logan’s lips. “It’s your first time. Gonna feed you first. At bare minimum.”

Rogue can’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry, what happened to no romance?” Logan looks at her like she’s stupid. Maybe she is. Blithely, she decides she doesn’t care. “Or do you always take your floozies out to dinner before you let ‘em take a ride?”

She keeps cackling even as Logan continues to glare at her. “‘S’not romance. It’s common decency.”

“Whatever you say, sugar.” She raises her hands. “Your choice. I don’t care ‘bout that part.”

“What part do you care about?” Rogue frowns in confusion. “What — I mean, is there anything that you wanna do?”

“Oh,” Rogue says. Logan’s sitting on the floor now, embracing the absurdity of the situation. She lets herself admire him. The curvature of his chest, bulge of his arm muscles, way his waist narrows down so thin it almost looks delicate. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t attracted to him. Hadn’t thought about it, plenty of times before. She wouldn’t be here, otherwise. “I want you to be on top.”

Logan’s jaw drops. It only takes him a second to get his composure back, teeth clicking shut, but the initial shock had been impossible to miss. “That is not a good idea.”

She frowns. “Why not? That’s, like, the most normal way to have sex. The guy goes on top.”

Rogue knows this because she’s seen it in movies, primarily. She only realizes the words sound ridiculously uncouth as they come out of her mouth. Thankfully, Logan completely ignores that. “Because if I pass out, I weigh three hundred pounds. You’re not gonna be able to get me off.”

“I will,” Rogue laughs. She watches the gears turn in Logan’s head. “Get your mind outta the gutter. You forgot how my powers work. How do you think I got you in my car?”

Logan freezes. “Oh,” he says. “That does — yeah, that does make sense. Okay.” He stands, remarking almost absentmindedly to himself, “I mean, you’re only gonna do it once, might as well do it every which way, right?”

The comment catches her completely off-guard. Rogue imagines herself perched atop Logan’s lap, bent over like a dog in front of him, her back pressed up against the windows, her legs wrapped around his hips while he —

A broad, bare palm in front of her face. “Touch me.”

“Huh?” Rogue asks.

Logan wiggles his fingers. “Gotta know how much I can take. Come on.”

“Oh,” she says. She starts to peel off her glove. “Most people can take about twenty seconds before they pass out. Thirty seconds before they — well. It’s bad.”

She hesitates. Her fingers hover over his.

“I’m not most people.”

Logan doesn’t hesitate as he interlocks their fingers. He barely even reacts, the veins on his forehead throbbing as the connection flies open like a floodgate. She sees herself through Logan’s eyes, feels herself try to focus on the counter backsplash only to find her attention drawn right back to the one place she’s trying to avoid. The fabric of her green sports bra stretches over her chest as she arches, replaced by her own narrow waist, long legs, heart-shaped ass when she turns. She bites into her lip, cock twitching as she tears her gaze away.

A smile cracks across Rogue’s lips. With Logan flooding her mind, she dives deeper.

In the recesses between her blinks, she sees visions of herself. Beneath him, on top of him, beside him, feels the disembodied sensation of a woman stretching around his cock, all echoed through the walls of memory and imagination. The guilt comes in secondary. The details are fuzzy, staring down at the top of her little green hood with a younger version of herself curled up against her chest. The memory of the child she had been throbs painfully in her mind like an open wound, protectiveness and arousal and the insidious gnawing of self-hate —

Breathless, Rogue’s gaze flicks up to Logan. A thin stream of sweat meanders down his temple. Other than that, he looks fine.

“Have you been keeping count?” she asks.

“Three minutes,” he says. His voice is a little rough. “Thought you said you got stronger.”

She can’t help but laugh. He grins back. The connection swings open wide, the essence of Logan trickling over her skin, her muscles, her bones. She breathes in and hears the wind rocking between the trees outside, feels the camper sway side to side, smells the earth dried in the treads of Logan’s boots.

“I’ve been practicing.” Carefully, she stands up. She squeezes Logan’s hand like a vice. The acrid, bitter aftertaste of the coffee suffuses her mouth. She wrinkles her nose. “Can’t believe you drink that stuff with super taste.”

Logan squeezes her hand back. More firm than he ever has before, Rogue thinks, but the pressure doesn’t even approach the point of pain. “I got super taste?”

Surprised, Rogue laughs. “Guess you’d never know any different, would you?” She inches closer in the narrow space, pressing the back of Logan’s hand between her breasts. “Think about me?”

She’d only ever received flashes before. The impression of herself through Bobby’s eyes, the itch in Remy’s fingers to touch her. But Logan’s thoughts are almost perfectly crystallized as they shudder from his body and into hers. She can match them to the movements of his eyes: a fierce rush of protectiveness as their eyes meet, just a favor as he stares at her mouth, a whispered but that dissolves into dogged arousal as his gaze skates over the line of her shoulder.

A soft noise of pleasure threatens to rise in the back of Rogue’s throat. Her heart is pounding as she leans forward and nuzzles her cheek into Logan’s chest.

He wants her. Rogue’s free hand twists into the fabric of his shirt. His arousal reverberates clearly through the caverns of her mind, touching even the deepest parts of her as she soaks him up like a sponge. The pangs of guilt and uncertainty only make it feel that much more real.

“Logan.” She speaks into the fabric of his shirt. It isn’t until the words reach her ears that she realizes how desperate she sounds.

The arm that wraps tightly around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer, is more than enough reassurance that she’s fine.

“Feels good,” Rogue mutters. She could lose herself in this. Imagines standing there forever. She could linger in the warmth of Logan’s arms, the safety of being protected, the satisfaction of being wanted.

“‘Sposed to.” Logan’s lips are warm against her scalp.

It isn’t until a gnawing pain starts to rattle down the connection that she snaps back to reality.

Rogue jumps back, and the connection connection slams shut like a door slammed in her face. Her back hits the chair with enough force to send the whole camper rocking.

“Why’d you stop?” Logan asks. He’s sweating.

Rogue’s mouth opens and closes like a fish. Logan’s still inside of her. Might be forever, with that amount of contact. She has no idea if it’s a function of time or the life force or something else entirely — the soul. Memories of herself flicker across her mind’s eye, crystal clear.

“You were hurting.”

Much less defined, a flash of red. A smile. The fierce burning of love in the pit of her stomach. An ache that rattles her bones.

The silver of Logan’s claws flashes in the morning light. “I’m always hurting.”

Breath knocked from her lungs, Rogue can only stare. She watches Logan’s veins retreat back into his arms, pallor quickly following suit. She hadn’t absorbed as much of him as she would’ve someone else. The memories are easy to push to the back of her mind.

“You get people’s memories, too, right?”

It isn’t until Logan speaks that Rogue realizes she’s been staring off into space. Logan’s still settling inside of her.

“Kind of,” she says. “Usually it’s — they’re more like feelings. And I can ignore it if I need to. Like a voice in the back of my head.”

Logan nods. His claws are the last to retreat, slotting back into his knuckles. She searches for the memory and, for a split-second, feels the fullness of her own forearm. Her eyes go wide.

“You okay?” he asks.

She laughs. “I should be asking you that.”

“I’m fine. I could go longer.” Logan shakes his head. “Try again in a second.”

Rogue nods. The phantom sensation of her knuckles splitting open slices down her arm — very deliberately, she pushes the thought away. She thinks about herself, instead. Logan’s palms on her knees. Wiping away her tears.

“How long does it stay?” Logan asks.

“Huh?”

He crouches down on the floor in front of her. “Me.”

“Oh,” she says. The warmth of him pulses in the back of her mind. Skin to skin, she wants to touch him again. Arousal throbs low in her stomach. “Depends, but — usually for a while.”

“Anything you see — “

She looks down at her own knees. “I know. I won’t tell anymore, or — ask you about it.”

Logan exhales sharply through his nose. She can feel the way the air moves across her bare hand. “You might see some bad shit. Things you can’t handle. Don’t go lookin’ for it. And if — “

“I’ll tell you to stop,” Rogue says. “If I need.”

Silence hangs. “Good,” Logan says eventually. “Yeah. Good.”

Rogue watches his face. Chapped lips pursed in a frown, crow’s feet pinched in worry, eyes fixed unwaveringly on hers. The old, broken essence of him settles into the back of her mind.

“Try again?” he asks, extending his bare palm to hers.

Rogue hesitates. She bites her lip, then asks, “Kiss me?”

Quietly, Logan snorts. Rogue almost feels embarrassed, wondering if the request is too romantic. His fingers run through her hair, then brush the shell of her ear before curling around the nape of her neck. Rogue’s anxiety settles like sand on the beach.

Once again, it’s Logan’s touch — dry lips against her own — that reassures her. Everything is fine.

#rogue x logan #idk im sorry i don't think there's a shipname for this bc it's objectively cursed #😬#the idea that rogue never gets control of her powers as a direct result of xavier getting fucking xplodded is like deeply hilarious to me #also like just extremely enthralled with the sad boy grief logan whose jean and scott are dead #love that guy #im here to have him destroy himself a little bit for the sake of others and nothing else

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Ok I’ve been thinking about this for a while but what are sari and bots reaction to meeting Isaac business partner? She is always so serious, strict, and a clean freak. She looks young too because she looks to be a teenager and due to her petite high (5’3) but she either in her twenties or 18. She sometimes watch over sari but it’s really boring in sari option because she teaches her, make her clean everything, basically having her do her schedule she had made for her. But when the day came when sari had to move out of her home, she was waiting in Isaac chair while glaring at Powell and that other guy? (Is that his name? Forgot both of their names) and acted like a total badass! Not giving a shit about what they were saying and pointing out the crimes they have made (I tell ya what kinda crimes they attempted cuz i think it’s a lot more than that lol) but when Powell protested and both men threatened her, she did this https://youtu.be/CDJH7S4xSvA (low key deserved that lol and it’s based on that character X3)

You came from a very poor family with even fewer chances of making it out there in the world. Isaac Sumdac took you in when you were at your worst and helped you, taught you, and nurtured you into the person you were today.

The man had a heart made out of gold, but God he could be gullible. It was up to you to harden your heart and watch after this man who took you in when he wouldn't be able to watch after himself.

He swears he didn't teach you to become so cold but you insisted that it was needed to ensure the company's safe future.

Isaac was like an older brother to you so that made Sari your niece. You admit, you were a little cold and maybe that is why Sari so much liked to push your buttons or prank you, but you never hated her.

Of course, besides Isaac, you were the only one that knew about Sari's interesting past and birth.

But of course, he had his secrets he kept even from you... Like that huge robot head that turned out to be evil.

So when your business partner, friend, and brother went lost, you tried to keep the imperium he had built from shattering or worst, twisting into something he wouldn't recognize anymore when he would return.

Isaac had put his foot down that he would never manufacture weapons and you stuck to his words even when that sleazy Powell so smugly took over the business and cast you aside.

"Your services are no longer needed here." The man had said as he made his way to the chief's desk and made himself comfortable on the chair.

"I swear, if you do anything to hurt Sari or this business then I'm coming after you...!" You warned him, but the man had the nerve to laugh at you.

"Please, the girl has already been disposed of and it's just a matter of time before I can get rid of you also. Then nothing and now no one can stop me!"

You never wanted to punch someone so badly, and even more when you heard what he had done to Isaac's daughter, you were furious.

Taking over the company was one thing, but kicking your brother's own daughter out of her own home was outrageous!

"You son of a-!" You grabbed him and were about to punch him when he suddenly yelled, "Help! Someone, help, she has lost her mind!"

The doors to the office slammed open and some big goons, who no doubt belonged to Powell, rushed in and pulled you away from the businessman.

"Throw her out. She no longer works for the corporation."

You were hissing like a venomous snake as you were escorted out. Damn man, he had baited you and you had fallen for his trap like an idiot.

Soon you were there again, on the streets in the middle of a rainy night, but things were different now. It was your job to help your brother now and your niece. You took off your high heels and rushed to the Autobot base where Sari was with the hero Bots.

"A- Auntie?" Sari blinked as she got up and walked to you, "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at Sumdac Tower?"

"I... No longer work there." You said and Sari frowned, "They threw me out..."

"I know... I'm so sorry Sari, I tried-!"

"Why there aren't any documents of me? Shouldn't there be something? Do I not exist? Am I... Am I even real?" She thought out loud as tears rose to her eyes and you felt your heart shatter.

It wasn't your job or right to tell her... So gently, you picked her up and hugged her close to your body.

"You are real. You're Sari Sumdac, daughter of Isaac Sumdac and my niece." You said as you pulled back and smiled sadly at her, "I have an apartment with an extra room if you want to come to live with me until we find your dad?"

"Wait, really?" Sari was dumbfounded. You had invited her over once and stopped there when she had declined, saying that it wouldn't be fun with a neat freak like you.

You smiled as you nodded again. "You can decorate it any way you want!"

"That's so kind!" Sari cheered as he jumped and hugged you, startling you since you weren't used to being touched like that... But then she pulled apart and shook her head.

"While I am thankful for your offer, I want to stay with Autobots." The young girl said as she glanced at her huge friends over her shoulder. "I think together we can find my dad!"

"I see." You nodded as you got up on your feet and started to straighten your suit and fix your appearance. You must have looked awful, running through the city in the rain without an umbrella.

"You have really grown into a fine young lady." You smiled at Sari, who wasn't used to hearing you compliment her or anyone really. It made her smile.

You looked at Autobots and nodded as you took out the stack of your business cards from inside your jacket and offered the dryest to the Autobot leader Optimus Prime.

"I trust her safety to you." You said and turned to address Sari one more time, "Don't worry, I'll come to visit you every day and I won't stop looking for your father."

"Auntie...!" Sari was amazed and you smiled as you turned to leave, but a sneeze caught you off guard. That's what you get for running in the rain.

"Uh, may I offer you a ride to your home?" Big green Bot, Bulkhead asked and you nodded, "If you are so kind?"

#creativesoultheskeletongirl #transformers #reader #transformers animated #tfa #sari sumdac #isaac sumdac #writing #my writing #Powell would taunt Reader to attack him and then call security on her #He is such a asshole #ENjoY!

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starlightcevans · 2 years

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Your Ghost - A Ransom Drysdale story

Hello everyone! I have written stories on Wattpad, but I have decided to share the stories on Tumblr too. I have written two full stories based on Ransom Drysdale. I am currently busy on the third story. I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing the story.

A lot of thought and work was put into this story.

Warning: This story contains mature content: Strong language, and smut. I'd recommend 18+ to read this story, but viewer discretion is advised. Please be aware that this fan fiction will contain strong language, explicit scenes that may not be suitable for younger viewers, and scenes of alcohol. There is mature content in this fan fiction.

Please note that this is purely fiction writing. I do not own any of the characters, this is purely for fiction.

Feedback is always welcome. Please let me know if you like this story or not.

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Link to the Wattpad story: https://www.wattpad.com/story/230456351-your-ghost

EVELYN:

I rummage through my cupboard to see what food I have left in my apartment. I am running late already and I have errands to run today.

My phone buzzes and I see who it is.

"Hello H -Mr. Thrombey." I answer on the first ring.

"Evelyn darling! Can you pop through to my place today? I would like us to discuss your book." Harlan kindly asks.

I look at my wall clock. "Of cause I can. I just need to run a few errands before I can see you. Would that be okay?"

"That sounds perfect. Fran will meet you at the door. I have given Marta the day off because she has family business to attend to. And call me Harlan dear." Harlan warmly says and hangs up the phone.

I smile to myself. I was taught as I grew up to respect my elders. When I first met Harlan, I called him "Mr. Thrombey.", but he tells me to call him by his first name. I did seem to have certain faces glaring at me every time I called him "Harlan".

I look at the wall clock and curse. It is nearly the afternoon and I have slept for most of the morning. The shops will close soon. Thank you Sundays!

I finish packing my lunchbox for the day because I really don't have to make breakfast. I know I am going to be on the road for most of the time, so I need to pack some food for the road. This time I remembered to actually pack myself some healthy food - well if you consider a packet of salted chips, crackers, mixed nuts and a soda a healthy snack.

I climb into my car and my phone buzzes. It's a text from him. I don't bother reading the text because I have more important tasks to do today. I throw my phone on the seat next to me and I jolt when I see myself in the rear view mirror. My hair is still in an untidy bun from when I woke up and my face looks pale. I grab what makeup I have in my bag and try to make myself look good - at least presentable. I look down to see that I am wearing normal clothing and not my pajamas.

I start the engine and pull out of my driveway. I first drive to the hardware store. Before I enter the store, I reach for my phone to view what I need to purchase.

Light bulbs X2

Electrical Cable X1

20L Lilac paint X2

20L Undercoat paint X1

I was fortunate enough to have one of the staff members carry the paint tins to my car.

"Thanks Larry." I look at the tall, lanky man's name tag.

"Anytime Ma'am. Don't forget that we do offer a service where our selected staff members will come out and paint whatever you need painted." He smiles at me. I thank him and tell him that I will think about it. My father has offered to help me paint the interior of my apartment.

The next stop I drive to is the grocery store. I take a look at my grocery list on my phone as I grab hold of a trolley and start to scratch out what I am picking up:

Broccoli

Chamomile tea - For Harlan

Avocado - Ripe and ready

1 Bag Apples

1 Pack Grapefruit

2L Milk X2

Cucumber

Cauliflower

Sweet Potatoes

Can of baked beans X3

Pet food X1

Spaghetti pasta

Spaghetti Sauce

Loaf of Bread

Chocolate bars

Garbage bags

Laundry Detergent

Body soap

Once I am done collecting the fruit and vegetables, I walk down the hot beverage section when all of a sudden, I accidentally ram right into someone.

"I am so sorry! I -" I stop talking when I realize who I rammed into.

"Linda!" I seem to sound surprised. This is a grocery store close to where she lives.

"I mean Mrs. Drysdale." I correct myself.

"Hello Evelyn. Long time and no see." She smiles, but her tone sounds condescending.

"I have been very busy lately. Work has been getting busier and I am also trying to renovate my apartment." I tell her in a calm voice.

Linda eyes my trolley while sticking her nose in the air. "Clearly." She blatantly says.

I clench my hands into fists, but immediately unclench them before Linda notices. She will know that she is getting in my head.

I look at my watch. "Anyway I have to get going. I need to finish my shopping." I plaster a smile on my face and pull my trolley forward, literally flying past her.

"When you are done with your shopping...say hello to my dad from me will you?" She says with a snarky attitude.

I halt in my tracks and in the process nearly knock someone else who was about to walk down the aisle. "Excuse me?" I am surprised that my tone is neutral.

Linda walks over to my trolley - in the elegant way that she does - and picks up the box of chamomile tea and raises it in the air. "My dad drinks this specific tea. I know you don't like this tea. If I recall last time you drank this tea, you said it tastes like dirt."

Damn it! I hate that she knows I dislike that tea.

I spout the first thought that enters my mind. "Sometimes trying something new is good."

I shut my mouth. Damn it! Why didn't I think before saying those words!

Linda raises a brow. "Sure...just like being with someone new is sometimes better than -"

"I have to go." I cut her off and immediately turn around. "Bye Li - I mean Mrs. Drysdale."

I walk as fast as my feet can take me until Linda is out of my sight.

I rush to collect the rest of my groceries and once I am in the queue, I look at my watch.

"Shit!" I say out loud and one mother gasps and covers her child's ears.

I apologize and look in the opposite direction. I need to get to Harlan's place. I don't like to keep him waiting. He is a busy man - even at 84 years old. I take out my phone and dial Harlan's home number. Harlan does not believe in having a cellphone. He says that cellphones brainwash young minds with all their fancy apps.

Harlan doesn't answer, so I leave a voice message stating that I am on my way to him soon.

I spot Linda leaving the store. I sigh. I think back to what she told me. She was right. Harlan loves chamomile tea, especially this makes one.

Once I am back in my car, I drive west to Natick to Harlan's house. As I pull up in front of the gothic revival house, I notice that there are no visitors - this time. I sigh in relief.

I am welcomed by Fran, the housekeeper, who looks at me up and down in the way she always does. I know I wasn't her biggest fan whenever I visit Harlan, but I can understand why so I don't blame her. I just made sure that I was kind to her.

"Hello Fran. How ar -"

"Mr. Thrombey is in his study. Would you like any assistance with anything?" Fran cuts me off and smiles at me as she speaks, but I know it is not sincere.

I smile warmly and look at my car. "I have some groceries which need to go into the fridge while I visit. Would that be alright? I mean I can -"

Fran storms past me, rolling her eyes no doubt, and waits by me car. I stand frozen for a couple of seconds, but I shake my head and walk to my car to open the boot and tell Fran what need to go into the fridge. She nods and does not speak to me again.

Once the groceries are in the fridge that needs to be there, I walk to Harlan's study. I open the door.

"Hello Ha - I mean Mr. Thrombey. I am sorry I ran late." I speak quietly.

"Come in child." Harlan softly speaks, closing a book he seemed to be writing in.

I close the door and walk into the cozy red study which has a low, curved ceiling. I sit on one of the two comfortable armchairs.

To this day I still feel slightly uneasy being in Harlan's study. It could be because of...I shake the thought out of my mind; I am here to speak to Harlan.

"You wanted to see me." I tell Harlan.

He looks up at me and takes off his glasses. He clasps his hands together. "Yes I did Evelyn. And for goodness sake! Call me Harlan. You are practically family." He smiles.

I shyly smile back.

Harlan continues. "How is your novel coming along?" He asks.

"It's going great." I lie.

Harlan frowns and smiles. "You can tell me if you are struggling with the story line."

I open my mouth to speak, but Harlan starts to talk. "Last time we were discussing your novel, you stated that you were worried where your story was heading."

I hold up my finger to interject, but decide against it.

Harlan chuckles. "I may be 83, but my memory is still strong. Well...most of the time."

We both start laughing.

I take out my notepad and pen and sit opposite Harlan to discuss a scene from my novel that I am struggling with.

I decided to write a mystery novel about a year ago and at first I did not want help with my story, but eventually my story was not making sense. So I eventually decided to speak to Harlan, who is a mystery novelist.

Fran made tea for the both of us. One chamomile tea for Harlan who hugged me because I found the brand he loves. The tea I drank was flavored, which I didn't mind.

Once we have spent an hour on my novel, we end up changing the subject to baseball for some reason. We discuss how we used to attend baseball matches and there was one time we went and Harlan caught the baseball. He picks the ball up from his desk and throws it to me and we both end up laughing.

Just then the door opens. I look to see who is at the door. "Fran. Is -"

I stop speaking and my laughter fades quickly.

"Hello Eve."

Wearing a white sweater under a brown trench coat, I stare at the man who once made me feel weak to my knees. Ransom.

#ransom x reader #ransomdrysdale #fanfic #fan fiction #christopher evans #chrisevansfan #writerslife #romance story #romantic #romance books #fiction #fanfiction

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dnightshade0 · 2 years

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Voltron: never handcuff a werewolf to a vampire…

In this AU, Keith is a vampire and lance is a werewolf. And the reason for their “rivalry” is because of the whole bad blood between vampires and werewolves thing. They absolutely hate each other.

In this scenario, they are still trying to figure out how to form Voltron. they just got done going threw all those failed team bonding exercises and are now sitting down to eat lunch.

Coran: AHOY YOUNG PALADINS! I’ve wiped up a big batch of focusing food! After this meal, you’ll be forming voltron 6 times a movement! And twice on the astral conflux!

Shiro: smells great coran, thanks!

Just as everyone is about to dig in, coran pulls out a remote and space cuffs materialize out of the seats and cuffs everyone together.

Lance: HOLD THE PHONE!

Coran: I saw a lot of solid individual performances today. But your still struggling to work as a team… so welcome to the final bonding exercise of the day.

Lance and Keith fidget, trying to get out of their cuffs and fail. In the end they just glare at each other. Keith hissing and lance growling.

Hunk tries to get at his food, also not succeeding. Then turns to Coran.

Hunk: Coran! I want you to think about what your doing!

Coran: oh this one’s a classic. You get to feed each other LIKE A PACK OF YELLMORES!

Lance: Coran! This is your only warning. UNCUFF US! NOW!

Coran: sorry but this is an essential part of your training.

Lance: I WILL NOT BE HANDCUFFED TO A PARASITIC BLOODSUCKING VAMPIRE!

Keith: LIKE I WANT TO BE HANDCUFFED TO A FLEA-BITTEN MANGY WEREWOLF!

They both start growling and hissing at each other.

Coran: sorry! No can do. You’ll just have to learn to put aside your petty differences and get along.

Shiro: Coran… I don’t think forcing everyone into this kind of situation is the best idea.

Hunk: uh shiro…

Shiro: everyone is a bit on edge.

Hunk: shiro…

Shiro: you need to just give everyone a break-

Hunk: shiro!

Shiro: and let them have their space!

Hunk: SHIRO!

Shiro: WHAT?!

Hunk points at lance with his head.

Shiro: WHAT TH-LANCE STOP THAT! STOP TRYING TO NAW YOUR HAND OFF!

——————-

Lol I guess Lance would rather chew his own hand off then be cuffed to Keith XD

Not that Keith is complaining, win win for him X3

I imagine that any werewolf would resort to nawing their own foot off to get out of a trap or cuffs in order to escape imprisonment.

#voltron legendary defender #voltron #voltron lance #voltron keith #voltron shiro #voltron hunk #voltron coran #lance mcclain #lance #keith kagone #Keith #takashi shirogane #shiro #coran #voltron AU #vampire keith #werewolf lance #incorrect voltron quotes

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lemonflowercat · 7 months

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75 soft (attempt 3): day 1

[] morning walk/run/yoga x6/w

skipped this to do a long overdue house clean-up - was totally worth it!

[x] meditate atleast 15min every afternoon

[x] study 42h/w

kicking it off with a favourite - molecular biology ♡

baby steps, ig. nearly done with molecular biology!

[x] [x] [x] one raw veggie or fruit x3 meals

- peach yogurt with chia seeds, topped with sour-sweet strawberries

- musk melon w sugar sprinkles for a little snack

- cucumber tomato salad with an extra mustard-y vinaigrette at lunch

[] evening wxo x6/w

skipped because I was just so tired from my afternoon out. summer is creeping in and my body's forgotten how draining the sun can be!

[x] 1400 cal/d x6d/w

[x] 2.5L water/d

[x] progress picture/d

[x] brush before bed

[x] no media consumption through freezes/PMS days (one movie/d allowed)

actually watched a movie today - Suncoast. i cried like a baby, and it played on my death-related anxiety strings a lot. it was a cute movie. I kinda kept expecting Doris' friends to pull a Mean Girls on her, and I'm so glad they didn't. The mother-daughter relationship was interesting - i like how the neglect nurtures so much self-reliance in Doris. Paul saying, "this is a gift, though it may not seem like it now" (or something along those lines), reflects what i've often thought about my own turbulent childhood.

in the beginning, I did mostly look at Kristine through Doris' lens, but by the middle of it I could really empathize with her. single woman grieving the imminent death of her first baby, doing her best to make ends meet - Doris does become a bit of an afterthought at this point which, although is unfair to her, Kristine was just an imperfect human doing the best she could. I like how Kristine didn't give Doris too much grief over her "rebellion", perhaps she understood this was her own wacko teen girl way of dealing with everything thrown at her.

the movie was lacking in depth, for sure - but then it aired on Disney+, so I guess it does a decent job of being a sweet coming-of-age-ish story. i like how it dipped its toes into the ethics of medical euthanasia - literally a brief toe-dip, but i'd say good enough food for thought for its target audience.

overall, a decent one time watch.

#75 soft #day 1

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finexbright · 2 years

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and now the lyrics of the 1d/hs1 leaks

baby honey

well i think i wrote a song that all your friends are gonna like

but they tell you that they hate it when they don't just cuz it's mine

and i swear that i'm not thinking about you all the time

it'll only take a minute take a listen maybe change your mind

(chorus)

now i'm getting older, am i getting over you? (x3)

i guess you'll never know

oh i know he's got the money baby honey

does he make it ____

is it true he doesn't touch you in the place i know you like?

and i swear i'm not thinking about you all the time

just today, yesterday, everyday and tomorrow night

(chorus)

i swear i'm not thinking about you now (x2)

(chorus)

———

complicated freak

she got wrapped up in somebody else

i'm wrapped up stuck in love with myself

i never saw this coming around

but i miss her skin on me now

tip of my tongue, she's pulling my hair

i do what she wants anywhere

backseat of the car or up in the air

but i miss how she kissed everywhere

(chorus)

i can't get you off my mind (x2)

i still crave it complicated freak (x3)

turned up too late one too many times

bad choice of words in my alibi

i guess that i'm crazy, do you mind

you've lost your head so i'll give you mine

(chorus)

she got wrapped up in someday else

i'm wrapped up stuck in love with myself

(chorus)

———

hunger

candles burn down to the floor

where in (wearing?) less than you were before

shoes sitting by the door

never picking up

we would stay in my house for days

spending breakfast in ___ cases

your stuff don't taste the same that you're gone

guess sometimes i'm overthinking

when things go wrong and i can't adjust

i lost the taste for the good enough

and i'm sorry

(chorus)

we had a hunger then

only each then

couldn't get enough when we started

always a hunger then

now it's just emptiness

we were in love, we were starving

we had a hunger then

we could ruin a perfect night

on my birthday i made you cry

you told me you learnt to drive

i guess you lied

i could never get sick of you

i just eat more off than i could chew

and as one year turns into two

i'm still not over you, still not over you

(chorus)

guess i'm prone to overthinking

i lost my taste for the good enough

i never called when i knew i should

i'm sorry oh i'm sorry

(chorus)

———

trouble (is this a haylor song 💀)

listen to the song i wrote

and all these notes i put them there for you

i still taste the time we kissed

upon my lips swimming in the blue

it never snows in hollywood

but when we sang it showed us that it could

i carried you across the way

and you showed me that 13 can be good

(chorus)

you flip me upside down

we both laid on the ground

and i don't even know

but i feel like i do sometimes

looking in your eyes

when i see that smile

there's trouble

so turn around and i'll hold my hands up

and you'll know i'm trouble, i'm trouble with you

if i could have a hundred things

not one of them could compare to you

and we could take this anywhere

cause where we're going

we don't need no shoes

(chorus)

and you know that i'll be gone in the morning

and i hope you'll that you'll think of me

like i think of you all the time

looking in your eyes

when i see that smile

there's trouble

so turn around and i'll hold my hands up

and you'll know i'm trouble, i'm trouble with you

(chorus)

———

already home

i've been waiting everyday since

the last we met i can't forget

what we parted ways with

i see your face and can't stop looking

i swear that these words haven't been heard

in the way i mean them

(pre chorus)

is this really happening?

this is really happening

can this keep on happening?

together we're alone

both of us agree

and no one needs to know

that you're already home

you don't have to go

but you're already leaving

can we stop believing?

you're already home

you don't have to go

cause you're already home

we can't sleep in

for good reason

a bottle of wine, pretending is fine

you breathe out, i breathe in

we've been stealing

moments, feelings

we know it's not right

your car is outside

with a cold seat in

(pre chorus + chorus)

in alleyways, fire escapes, corridors

i see your face from aeroplanes to the bullet trains

it's on the sky to the pouring rain

all the future plans that we'll never make

from a beaten heart to the farthest place

you're already home, you're already home

———

HIM

so you arrive, as you always do

the one who stays and the one who's leaving you

hear me out, my apologies

cuz i'm not here for sympathy

(chorus)

cuz i don't wanna hear about him

how he's holding you better at night

i don't wanna hear about him

in these songs you continue to write

i was with you when you wrote that line

it was me that you had on your mind

so i don't wanna hear about him

that nice dress

and my wildest dreams

the lipstick stains you left still on my sheets

when i hear amazing eyes

it breaks my heart everytime

(chorus)

do you know what it's like

to fall in love on the outside

i don't know but i've been trying for you, for me

now i know what it's like to fall in love on the outside, i-i-i-i

(chorus)

is he holding you better at night?

is it me running into your mind?

i still think about you all the time?

#harry styles #hs3 spoilers

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giggly-squiggily · 3 years

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Hi♡ if you feel comfortable writing for the league of villains could you write a dabi and twice fic with lee!twice maybe with him being so hyper about something and dabi just wants to tire him out lol because the mva arc is so close and akshqkqjkak i’m so excited (๑>ᴗ<๑)

Okay but...why do I ship them now? X3 Like, really; I was looking up reference pictures of them together for inspo, and BOOM! My ship heart took over!

I've gotcha covered, anon! X3

“Twice. Would you please calm down?”

“I can’t help it, I’m excited! Get with the program.”

Dabi felt a vein pulse behind his eye as Twice giddily moved about beside him, reminding him of his siblings when they were kids. Why was Twice excited? Honestly Dabi couldn’t tell you. He barely paid attention during the meeting, and had been forced to get up at an ungodly hour for the last couple of days. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to go to sleep.

“Can you take your excitement somewhere else, then? You’re making my head hurt.” Dabi groaned, resting his head against the concrete wall nearby. It was cold and bumpy, but it somewhat helped.

“No can do, Dabi! Get over it! Boss told us to stay together today! You’re never leaving us!” Twice bounced over, jumping on the balls of his feet as he looked up at his tired partner. “Shigarakis got something big planned! What do you think it’s gonna be?”

That bastard. It’s like the dusty villain just knew how to piss him off. Why else would he pair him up with Twice? “I don’t know...I just want to sleep.” He sighed and turned to the splitting villain, his curiosity winning out over his desire for silence. “What is it we’re supposed to be excited about?”

“I don’t know! He never told us! But it’s gonna be good! Boss pulled us aside and told us to be ready- whatever he’s doing is gonna wow our socks off! And we don’t even wear socks!”

Dabi blinked.

That little shit.

“He only told you this?” Dabi clarified, watching Twice nod vigorously. Dabi pinched the bridge of his nose, counting back from ten. “Twice...I don’t think Shigaraki has anything planned.” But the split villain was already back to his excitement, thinking out loud about what their boss had in mind.

He was going to kill Shiggy when they got back.

“Twice...calm down.” Dabi stood straight, walking up to the childlike villain, resting his hands on his waist to steady him. “Look-” He paused when Twice yelped suddenly, dancing out of Dabi’s grip. “What the hell?”

“Sorry! Sorry! That felt weird! It tickled!” Twice scrambled, eyes widening behind the mask. “D-Dabi? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Dabi blinked, going over in his head what he just heard. “Did you say it tickled?” He asked, a grin pulling on his lips as he closed the distance between him and Twice. The splitting villain yelped and backed away, soon finding himself trapped between the walls and his pursuer. “D-Dabi! Back up! Back the hell up!” Twice demanded, trying to sink down the wall when Dabi closed in.

“Oh no, where are you going?” Dabi asked, easily pinning the other to the wall, grabbing his wrist with one hand. “I thought I asked you to calm down, Twice?”

“D-Dabi! C-Come on! L-Let me go! Come at me, bitch!” Twice stammered, freezing when the last part slipped. Dabi also froze, eyes widening with shock.

Then he smiled.

“Oh, now you’re really in for it!” His free hand got to work, quickly wiggling into Twice’s ribs and sides, earning an immediate burst of laughter from the splitting villain. “Dahahahhhahhahahhhahahhabi! Ihihihiihihihihihm shahahahhahahahharry! No I’m not! Wahhahahahhahahhahahhhahahit!” He cried, squirming as much as he could against the mischievous man before him.

“Geez, Twice. I can’t tell if you’re sorry or not. Either way, prepare to be tired out!” Dabi declared, dropping Twices hands and digging into his ribs with both, making the older man squeal. “AHEHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA! NOOOO! NOOHOHOHOHOOHOHOHO! DOOHOHOOHOHN’T!”

“Don’t what? Tickle you? Hm? Is that what you wanted to say?” Dabi teased, bringing Twice down to the ground with a few expert pokes. “I don’t know, you seem pretty happy. Hate to take that away from you.”

Twice cackled and squealed, fighting between curling into a ball and escaping. Before long, he was just lying there and taking the tickles, unable to do much other than laugh.

Finally, after some time passed, Dabi let him go, grinning as Twice flopped on his back, gasping for breath. “Aheheahaha..ahehahhaha.. J-jerk! Do it again!”

Dabi snickered as he made his way back to his original spot, leaning into the wall and closing his eyes. Now maybe he could get some rest.

His efforts were quickly thwarted when he felt a sudden jab to his waist, making him yelp. Shooting his eyes open, he found Twice inches from his face, grinning through the mask.

“You seem awfully sleepy there, Dabi. Let’s wake you up!”

I hope this was good! X3

#Mha/bnha #mha/bnha #league of villains #Dabi #Twice #tickle #platonic or romantic can be read either way!#I love these two so much!

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lil23akira · 3 years

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Alberose Week 2021

Day 6(family)

Oh hell yea today's the day I was most excited about X3

cw: fluff, poor research about flowers and ye olden days methods, maybe ooc but this is assuming they're both completely comfortable with each other now

Albedo was tired. He spent the past 3 days taking Klee on a trip to Liyue so she wouldn't bomb away the fish supply in Mondstadt. It was fun, he won't deny the joy he feels whenever he makes time to spend with his sister. That said, he's social battery is just about drained, and he just wants to recharge. So when he finally reached a small cottage he called home, he considered never leaving again.

He entered the cottage and was immediately greeted by the smell of soup. Without hesitation, he hung up his coat and made his way to the small kitchen. His sweet flower burst out grinning upon sensing his presence, and gave him a nice long hug. "Welcome home! How was your trip?" she said, ears flipping up and down without shame. There was once a time she would hide them, far too embarrassed to let them move an inch. Albedo felt slightly nostalgic thinking back at it, but now he's glad Sucrose was comfortable was comfortable enough to be herself.

"A trip with Klee? Exhausting, but fun nonetheless." he said. Sucrose only giggled at her partner as he buried his head in the crook of her neck. "I missed you, love" he whispered, as he inhaled her essence. "I missed you too" Sucrose simply placed a soft peck on his cheek. Pulling away from the hug slightly, Sucrose continued with "The soup's almost ready, go ahead and clean up. We'll cuddle after dinner, alright?". Knowing full well that she has complete control over himself, Albedo pulled away and went to wash up.

A few minutes later, Albedo emerged from their shared bedroom having only removed his leggings underneath his shorts. He figured he could change clothes right before bed. However, something caught his eyes on his way back to the kitchen. On the windowsill, there was pot that wasn't there before. It was obviously a new flower as there was a tiny bud growing in the center. What intrigued him however was the card next to it.

[ CecilAster 1326, 7 months until full bloom ]

Ah, so it was one of Sucrose's new creations. The exact same one that exploded in fa- wait 7 months? Most flowers would take around 3 months. Sure this one was crossbred, but even so, wouldn't that be far too long for 1 flower? Also, if Sucrose had only just succeed making the seed, how would she know it'd take 7 months? It took Albedo a minute of trying to process the information before he noticed a small strip of paper next to the pot too. Albedo had seen those strips before at the pharmacies in Liyue. Generally, unused sticks would have 1 red line at one end until peed on. Why would Sucrose-

There were 2 red lines.

.. oh.

With wide eyes, Albedo took in a deep breath before calling out to his lover. "S-Sucrose?"

"Yes??" she said, as she emerged from the kitchen. She must of noticed his bewildered expression immediately as her expression softened. "Is this.. a-are you..?" he stammered, completely caught off guard by this discovery. Sucrose gave him a gentle smile as she came closer.

"yes"

Overwhelmed with more emotions than Albedo could process, he engulfed Sucrose in a hug, almost crushing her in fact. But he would never, especially not now. Not when she was carrying the most precious thing to human life. Albedo wasn't sure what he was feeling, joy, fear, anxiety, excitement, love. Maybe it was all of them at once, it made him tear up honestly. Sucrose, once again could only giggle at her lover as she hugged him back.

"Can I.." he started, unsure how to phrase it. "yes, yes you can." Sucrose answered, knowing full well what he was trying to say.

and that's how the soup Sucrose made inevitably got cold, completely untouched that night. For they ended up embracing each other 'til dawn. All the while Albedo couldn't help but make a mental note for their little rosebud.

"Dear child of sugar and chalk, no alchemy in this world could ever hope to produce a being like you. Nor will we ever try to find out. Nothing in this world could compare to how you are at this moment, and the next, and the next, for all eternity. So for all eternity, we love you. You are the epitome of all life- of our lives. You who are pure, don't you ever worry. For there is no cataclysm too disastrous that could waver our hearts from loving you. When you arrive, we will eagerly waiting for you, ready to teach you all we know and give you all we have for all your days. Our little flower, let's grow together, as a family."

Let's forget about historical logic and just enjoy for the moment XD

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mehphoobia · 3 years

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TRIPLE TROUBLE (PART 2)

Pairing- Tom Holland(x3) x Reader

Summary- Who knew teasing Arvin, Peter and Tom, your three boyfriends would get you such a punishment...triple punishment.

Warning- ABSOLUTE FILTH (I don't know even how but the entire fic is smut. JUST SMUT.)

MASTERLIST | REQUESTS OPEN

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There weren't a lot of people who were into polyamorous relationships. Naturally having more than one person in your life would be a nightmare to anyone. But with Tom, Arvin and Peter everything just seemed so easy.

On some days Peter and you would go out on dates to a beach or just walking in the park hand-in-hand. On some days Tom and you would go to a movie together or sometimes it was a dinner date. With Arvin you felt like a teenage girl again who would be with her first boyfriend. You know the same hormonal teenagers who were always horny. Well that resulted in Arvin eating you out in the car as if there was so tomorrow or the both of you making out behind a bus.

Regardless it was never difficult with them, instead they made your life easier. Your favorite days were when you would tease them with your nudes, whenever you would go out for an office trip. Oh man you loved teasing them. But they had had enough of your teasing and little did you know it was your turn.

It had been two weeks since you had left for your office trip and you were excited to see them again. Your boys...you had missed them. When you stepped outside the airport you found Arvin waiting for you. "Babe!!" you yelled to have his attention towards you. "Hi!!" he mouthed as he ran to you and picked you up. Both of you chuckled and his familiar cologne comforted you. The endearing moment was over when you felt his fingers on the hem of your panties. "Ah" you gasped when you realized his fingers slowly had started making their way..inside.. The skirt you were wearing let him in with no difficulty and the overcoat you wore protected the world from the torture Arvin was doing to you.

"Let's go home kitten..they are waiting." Arvin whispered in your ears and he chuckled as he felt your fresh slick coat his fingers which were still massaging your velvety folds. "O-Okay" as he pulled his fingers out, your folds clenched around nothing.

The entire ride back home was..well difficult. Arvin played this sensual music while his fingers trailed up and down your thigs. That made things difficult because you were already riled up since your little reunion at the airport. "Already kitten? we still have the entire day ahead of us" Arvin chuckled as he saw your restlessness. You were frustrated as they never kept you waiting but you needed it.

You needed to cum.

When you reached home, Peter hugged you and helped with your bags. Tom took one look at knew what was going on. "Vin' already? I thought we were gonna wait." Tom talked sheepishly. "Couldn't control man, you have no idea how wet she is right now" Arvin said as he took out his overcoat and hung it. "Wait for what Tom?" you asked. "Payback time" Peter said as he made his way back, grabbed his bag and winked at you before stepping out of the house for his class.

You blushed as you entered your room and undressed yourself. "Sugar! Don't help yourself" Tom warned from the living room. "We will come to know" Arvin added. "Fucking triplets" you cursed. After stepping outside of your bath, you tried to hunt down your lingerie but you couldn't find any. "Arvin babe where is my lingerie?" you asked. "Not allowed today." You could have swore that you head them high fiving each other.

Around two hours later, Arvin had left for work and it was only Tom and you at the house. You were in the kitchen making some food for the both of you. Fuck your jetlag, two weeks of no sex and these triplets are making you wait. You were sexually frustrated.

"Hey" Tom whispered as he stood behind you dragging his lips on the nook of your neck. Your sexual frustration ran way somewhere when you him picking up your dress-shirt and felt his rock hard dick lined up in your entrance. "Wanna know where did you panties go?" he said while kissing your earlobe. You nodded, "hnng" you withered as he slapped the tip of his cock on your bud. But just when you were gonna cum he pulled away. "We will tell you later" he spoke with no difficulty, "NOOOO just please fuck me..please" you pleaded but he just caressed your hair and walked away. "I am gonna cry" that sexual frustration which had run away somewhere hit you like a truck when you felt your slick running down your thigs.

With all that sexual tension, you had to take a bath again to clean yourself. Now that all the three of your boys were home, you could only imagine what they would do to you. You stepped outside the bathroom and suddenly could feel hot breath on your neck. It was Peter. "Hey Y/N" he whispered. "Peter I just took a bath, I have to clean myself again if you continue to do this." you spoke with frustration clearly evident on your tone. On your sudden confession Peter cocked an eyebrow, placed the ice container and looked behind you. "Not anymore kitten, we have had our fun." Arvin spoke from behind nibbling on your left ear. "We can't control either" confessed Tom occupying your right side. You were sandwiched in between the three of them, it just felt so good. With their hands roaming around your skin and their legs parting your knees apart, oh you could melt away then and there.

Peter disrobed you and all the three of them looked at your now exposed body with lust in their eyes. Peter who was usually the shy one, was the first to crash his lips into yours. Tom made his way down and Arvin massaged your nipples. None of you spoke anything but your moans, all those sensations going around your skin and the three of them panting was enough. But the sudden silence was broken because of a sudden yelp extracted from you when Tom placed an ice cube on your inner thing. "So wet" Tom whispered as he slowly dragged his fingers along your folds followed by the ice cube.

Warm breaths, cold water suddenly on your bud and Tom's fingers slashing through you were enough to have you come undone with a loud moan. "That's it baby, missed this." panted Tom. Peter grabbed an ice cube himself and pressed them on your nipples, he alternated sucking and pressing the ice cube on your perked up nipples. "Ahh..so g-good...fuck" you moaned too emerged in the sensations and you felt Arvin's cock enter you from behind. The foreplay had made you wet enough for them to forego the lubricant. "Fucked you so well..but still this tight isn't it" Arvin panted as he slipped out completely only to slam back into you. "Think you can take Pete too?" Tom asked never once stopping his fingers inside you. "Yes p-please" you whimpered at the suggestion.

Arvin pulled out to have Peter adjusted. Tom fetched his cock out which bounced against his abdomen because of how riled up he was. "Couldn't control huh?" you mocked him as you stroked his dick. He smirked and moaned as you gulped around his cock in your mouth. "Ahh" "Fuck" Tom and Peter grunted as both of them entered you together. The sudden stretch was a bit painful but Peter massaged your clit. "HNNGH" you moaned but with Tom's cock deep down your throat, it only seemed like a vibration. Tom's head fell back as his sensitive cock head received the vibration of your moan.

Peter and Tom alternated and set a pace which had you quivering on the bed. You came the second time that night and Tom and Peter couldn't hold back at your clenching walls. Hot cum ran down your throat and from your pussy. It was rushed, rough and messy and they knew you loved it.

"Feel better?" Peter asked you and your smile said everything. "By the way where are my panties?" you suddenly remembered. All the three of them chuckled and Arvin said, "We jerked off to it."

What else could you say? The sudden confession had fresh slick oozing out of you..again.

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A/N: Okay guys on heavy request here is triple trouble part 2 for you guys. Honestly at this point I don't think its the reader who is sexually frustrated, its me. I mean this fic is pure filth. Do I love it? YAHABSOLUTELY 😂🤣

My inbox is free for requests so go on and dump in your plots and I will surely go through it. 💌

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szallejhscorner · 3 years

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Hello :D I'm back with another request, only if you're comfortable with it of cource. Chishiya protecting/rescuing his s/o when he stumbles upon Niragi forcing himself on her (maybe similar like he did with Usagi).

Welcome back, Nonny x3

Of course, I'm always happy to write something for you! This one might be a bit dark, and I don't recommend reading it if someone is easily triggered by content involving r@pe. We all know what happens in Niragi's room.

A Soul to Recover

It is no secret how Niragi likes to spend his free time in the Beach, and one of the first things newcomers – most of all the women – learn, is to stay clear of him whenever possible. But once Niragi has laid his eyes upon someone, there’s no way out.

Chishiya doesn’t care about this. He has heard enough of the screams through the open doors of Niragi’s room, has seen enough women cry over bruises and bites and wounds that cannot be seen from the outside. And yet it has never concerned him… until today.

The voice sounding from Niragi’s room is the most familiar of all to him. He has spent hours listening to it, but there has never been so much fright. So much pain. Chishiya has never bothered to think about this possibility before. She belongs to him, and it’s not really a secret anymore throughout the Beach. And Niragi has never even eyed her for more than a second, but for some reason, that clearly has changed. Most likely it has something to do with Chishiya.

It causes his feet to move faster in an instant. His woman won’t end up like all the others. He doesn’t even dare to think how it’d have been if he hadn’t been around in this corridor just at the right time, and it takes only seconds for him to spot the door.

Niragi always leaves it open so the whole Beach can witness what it truly means when a world is not bound to any rules. That’s why Chishiya can see the scene going on without even reaching the room, and it turns his blood into ice.

Four more of Niragi’s minions are kneeling on the sides of a bed, each of them pinning a fragile limb into the sheets. They are having a hard time with the delicate figure under them winding and fighting as much as possible, but it only makes them laugh.

His woman isn’t pleading or begging to be freed; she’s smart enough to know there’s no use for that. But her attempts at biting or hitting something with her head are remarkable, and it’s clear that she’s a fighter. But that only seems to fuel Niragi, and the desperation in her voice is steadily growing. The moment Chishiya arrives at the door, he realizes why.

The frozen blood running through his veins suddenly starts to boil at the sight of the completely torn bikini top hanging in shreds around her body. Blood has mixed with saliva and leaves a trace down to her mid-section – where Niragi is just attempting to do the same with the pants as he did with the top.

Which Chishiya definitely won’t allow happening.

No one has noticed him yet since they’re all too busy holding down the desperate fury of a woman, and everything turns silent when Chishiya knocks the rifle against Niragi’s head with full strength. The impact brings the Militant down to his knees, and the moment of surprise allows the captive to free one leg and kick her captor in the groin, causing him to roll off the bed, while also leaving a bright scratch mark on the face of one of Niragi’s minions.

“The show is over now”, Chishiya says as calmly as possible while he points the rifle towards the other people inside the room. He doesn’t know how to use it, but it won’t be too hard with such a short distance. Hesitantly, hands are removed from his woman, and she jumps up the moment she’s free and runs towards him, hiding behind his back while also covering her chest with both arms. She’s trembling heavily.

Niragi slowly gets up with a groan, pulling himself up on the bed frame, pain clearly written on his face. Not from the weapon’s impact, but from the kick into his most precious parts. He’s obviously angry and searches for his rifle, only to growl when he finds it in Chishiya’s hands.

“You disturbed the fun, you snotty brat! Since when do we interfere in each other’s business, eh?” He doesn’t even flinch when he looks straight into the muzzle of his own rifle.

“Since you decided to choose what’s already mine.”

The face in front of him turns into a grinning grimace, and the sight of the pierced tongue that has touched hisgirl almost causes Chishiya to snarl.

“Ohh! Don’t tell me this one is yours? No one told me!” Liar. “What a shame. And you’re too selfish to share, hmm?”

The grin wavers when Chishiya lowers the rifle to the area Niragi is still holding on to. He would kill him here and now for what he already did, but that’d cause problems he doesn’t need right now. But no one could blame him for taking what’s most precious to Niragi, since that bastard has almost done the same to him.

It seems that Niragi’s minions have recovered, since they’re surrounding their wannabe-boss now as if they could protect him. Pathetic.

“Believe me. You don’t want to lay your fingers upon her ever again. Otherwise it’ll be the last time you’ve had fun with a woman.”

In the silence that has fallen over them, the sound of his finger moving along the trigger is loud enough for anyone to be heard. Just a bit more pressure, and it’ll be done. No one is more aware of that fact than Niragi.

“We’ll see about that”, growls the Militant, but he has lost this fight and he knows it. Chishiya takes a step back and quickly removes his hoodie to cover his woman’s upper body before gently pushing her down the corridor. He takes the rifle with him – Niragi won’t have trouble getting a new one, but he might have just started a war and it can’t be bad to be prepared.

Although for now, he can’t care about Niragi.

There are wounds to patch up, and most of all, a soul to recover.

#chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #shuntaro chishiya #niragi #niragi suguru #suguru niragi #alice in borderland #aib #oneshot

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So... Kanaya. I'm going to be blunt, I preferred pre/early Rosemary Kanaya (and Rose). Like, I do think Rosemary is alright, but it seemed like it kind of took over her (and Rose especially) character(s) in the later acts. Also, sometimes she would give off heavy Mary Sue vibes. Also, also, I kind of wish she didn't revive as a rainbow drinker. Also^3, when I was younger, I was disappointed she interrupted the Vriska vs. Gamzee vs Eridan fight. -Blue Team Anon

She really should have stayed dead to let the x3 Murderstuck Showdown combo happen. Even another friend of mine agrees she should have not been revived like that. But I guess Andrew Hussie didn't want to animate another fight scene after the one with Eridan vs Sollux. Along with being busy to make [S]Cascade. Kanaya doesn't do much after Act 6. She just sort of became Rose's lesbian trophy girlfriend. There was some attempt on her part to try and pull Rose away from drinking, but then she just enables her to keep doing it. Because of her interest of bad girls, just like Vriska. It's already annoying enough that in Epilogues, she names her new adopted grub daughter after her ex-crush, Vriska or Vrissy as we know today. Showing she was not over her, despite the point of her moving on to Rose and having the monogamous relationship, is to get over her interest in such toxic behavior. It's also like that in Pesterquest for the bad end, where she does manage to confess her feelings and enter in a redrom relationship with Vriska. However, it was shown to be still be a one-sided thing, as Vriska only uses Kanaya to get back at the other trolls. The only thing Kanaya did much was killing Eridan, punching Vriska, and kicking Gamzee in the balls. She would have killed the clown too, if it weren't for Karkat's intervention and plead. Then through act 6, she just became the useless lesbian until [S] GAME OVER where she does kill Gamzee at fucking last, but she ends up dying. And look where she is now in Homestuck^2? Being cucked by Jade and a Rose leaving her to become Rosebot as she fucks with his brother/father Dirk. She can't catch a break. I'm surprised she hasn't gone yandere on the entire cast, if any people would be able to pluck her flower waifu away. I don't know what goes on in the writers' heads for thinking the RoseJade relationship is still a good polymerous relationship, when Kanaya wasn't aware that they had conceived a child without her knowledge. Why couldn't a troll and human have a child together by mixing DNA through ectobiology? Goodness knows that there's already a rumor that troll-human babies will be the next Homestuck^2 update. It is also true that the writers in What Pumpkin like Aysha, Cindy, and Kate, admit that they hate Rosemary. That's why they are trying their best to pull them away in Epilogues and Homestuck^2. You can also blame them for ruining much of Kanaya's character.

#Kanaya Maryam #Homestuck #Homestuck^2 #Homestuck2 #Homestuck 2 #Homestuck epilogues #Rosemary #RoseJade #Rosebot #Pesterquest #What Pumpkin #WhatPumpkin #Aysha U. Farah #Cindy Rodrigeuz #Kate Mitchell #vrissy maryam lalonde #yiffany lalonde harley #yiffany longstocking lalonde harley #Blue Team Anon

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Thoughts and Reaction to Gang of Secrets!

I'm very late today at writing this because life ;-; You know it's a bigger episode when they start off with a problem. Ladybug doesn't want to detransform so she's desperate to find reasons to remain Ladybug. I love how the entire time, Chat Noir knows something's wrong and wants to get her to talk about what it is, but she just tries to pretend she's fine. If anything, Chat Noir would probably be the best person to talk to considering everything he's dealt with too both with Kagami and his responsibility as Chat! She could mention that she was seeing someone but they broke up because of her secret, and she could tell him how much being the Guardian's having an affect on her. All perfectly well and good without exposing any identities or things like that with questions for details asked. Instead she puts up a front with him and pretends she's okay in front of him and it's just so sad. :/ I understand why she doesn't, probably because she doesn't want him to know how much she's struggling. But ugh my heart hurts for her. Chat: I know where we can go where we won't have to talk! Ladybug: Yes, take me there Chat! *in the theater* Ladybug: You lead me into a trap. I MEAN HE'S NOT WRONG THOUGH! Not many places you can go where it's okay or encouraged to not talk without there being an awkward silence. But that cracked me UP. Also that casual attempt to wrap his arm around her lolol still hasn't give up, I see. I also find it simultaneously hilarious and extremely depressing that Ladybug's ranting like that in the theater because of a romance movie. When your heart is broken, that's probably the last thing you want to be doing. And Chat Noir yanking her down asking that she be quiet 😂 Literally just rants her entire love life out for everyone including Chat to hear in that theater. CHAT NOIR, YOU BETTER BE LISTENING BECAUSE SHE'S TALKING ABOUT ADRIEN HERE "She takes a long time to tell him and stutters and blah blah blah" lol sound familiar, sunshine? If anything please have him recall this later and be like, wait, didn't Ladybug say girls stutter around a guy when she likes him? BAM. Then he's off on his path towards Marinette. I can dream. Ladybug: And how do you know if he loves her? IMPOSSIBLE. Adrien: No, Marinette couldn't possibly be in love with me. *eyetwitch* But at the end of the day. This is Marinette ranting to Adrien about how she had to give up on Adrien and then couldn't make things work with Luka because of her secret. Ooof. And poor Chat having to apologize for everyone because Ladybug's disturbing them XDD THE GIRL SAVES EVERYBODY'S LIVES PRACTICALLY EVERY DAY AND THEY'RE PISSED SHE'S RUINING A MOVIE THEY CAN JUST REWATCH? 😂 She's clearly having a hard time right now, c'mon people! Chat can tell she has a broken heart. This boy is so sweet. He wants her to at least admit that and talk about it so she can feel better but you know, Ladybug's stubborn. I WANT TO GO SWIMMING LET'S GO SWIMMING CHAT, WOO HOOOOOO! Ladybug acting like Chat to hide her pain just like how Chat acts like Chat to hide his pain. YOU KNOW WHAT, IT'S FINE. :') It doesn't matter how much pain she's dealing with, those pictures mean too much to her to remove them. x3 Thanks Juleka for showing us how sad Luka is now, that's very helpful. Marinette's been going into the bathroom at school to cry, and then had planned stupid looking glasses to hide her tears so people wouldn't have to know she's cried because wearing a ridiculous pair of glasses that's embarrassing is better than being asked what's wrong. Because the pain I feel for her wasn't already enough. Ugh I adore Trixx. Trixx being the voice of reason when Tikki's not there, trying to help and letting her know that Tikki may need to rest too when she's so upset it doesn't cross her mind. And the tears in her eyes when she apologizes to Tikki for not thinking of her like she should. ;-; SO MUCH PAIN. OH DANG Alya was literally a second away from seeing a detransforming Marinette lol But she did say DETRANSFORMATION or well in the English dub it'll be "Spots

off" I love Rose, she's really sweet. and considerate But she also shouldn't be touching things in others rooms like that. I never liked it when my friends went around my room touching stuff. Also didn't help that a couple of them stole from me... but it's just not a cool thing to do. Would've probably ended up much better had she not had to desperately hide an exposed Miracle Box. But then we wouldn't have had what happens so it's all good c: Marinette saying she doesn't want to be friends with the girls anymore

It hit Alya deep. Everyone else is like *le gasp* but her eyes all shrunken like that, you can tell it really got to her hard.

This entire exchange right here. Alya's glance at her in the first picture is piercing, like I can feel that OOF feeling in my chest when I see it. The new music dramatizes it so well that a lot of people probably didn't pay attention to it the first time around. Can we just appreciate how these animators got all these emotions so right and did such a good job animating everything for us? And those that work on the music too? Everything's so spot on. Marinette's red-rimmed eyes is so well done. "No, it can't end like this!" Awww Alix getting super upset too x3 I honestly think Alix could be the next one.... you know what I mean BUT I'll wait until the end to talk about it. Trixx pulling a Plagg and rescuing Marinette! x3 I seriously love Trixx, I really do. I know the other Kwami's got mad, but if he hadn't done that it would've been disaster, probably. And the episode wouldn't have ended how it did! And Plagg knowing it was Trixx who caused the Eiffel Tower to be all weird xD Why do I get the feeling the relationship between Trixx and Plagg would be like that of Chat Noir and Rena Rouge? And I want to point out, we got 7 whole seconds of Adrien again! Aren't we lucky? The last time we got so little of Adrien in an episode was when we had his parallel episode Lies. I don't think that'll happen this time but I do hope it means more Adrien later on. Ladybug: They're after Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Chat Noir: Okay but remember everybody likes her (so don't go thinking she's a bad person for causing their akumatizations) Yes, I read between the lines. Ladybug being able to get through to Lady Wifi and have her deakumatize herself was absolutely amazing! I know Chloe was the first to fight off being akumatized but once you're akumatized it's obviously extremely hard to break. That says a lot about Alya. "Because you're an incredible friend, Ladybug." One, AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW Two, did you notice the little jerk of her head, gesturing to Ladybug like that when she said it?? It's the little details guys that make this so good. 😍 "Chat Noir, nooooo!" Guys, we got our tiny little Marichat scene! It's not actually real, but still! (okay but why do I also get this really weird feeling like something like this may end up being real later?) Alya giving Ladybug that hug 😭 Marinette has such good, supportive friends. I love them all. x.x YES THANK YOU. Alya's finally realizing there are more things going on with her than just boys. One of the things that's always irked me since Chameleon is that any issue Marinette has, be it with Lila or otherwise, she always assumes it has to do with Adrien. Of course, at the time she didn't know she was Ladybug but she should've still listened and realized there's something else up. But now she finally is noticing and I love how she was going to respect her regardless and not push. Pushing has always been one of Alya's characteristics, but she knew whatever it was was something too big and serious to push her on. "Marinette, I'm your best friend, and I always will be." 😭😭😭 This episode brought me so close to tears so many times. Marinette admitting she's keeping secrets, lying to everyone. Admitting that that's why she draws a line between her and Adrien, and why her and Luka didn't work out. Alya saying however heavy it is, they'll carry it together (MY HEART) And then Marinette saying "If I tell you, things between us will never be the same. It's going to destroy everything, change it all." It sounds like this girl is thinking about Chat Blanc and oop there's the sound of my heart breaking again. So much paaaain. "Je suis Ladybug." YESSSSSSS Why they had to leave it off on a cliffhanger But YESSSSSSS First, the expressions she had flash on her face, the gasp 😮, then the expression like she's trying to get her mind to process. Then if you notice, Marinette gives a little nod, as if letting her know that it's true. Then the way her eyebrows furrow and pulls her into the hug as she understands all that she has on her shoulders as that music plays. I'm getting

emotional just writing this. 😭 This episode is just so amazingly good in so many ways, I don't think I can actually cover it all. I'm very impressed. I've loved nearly every episode this show has put out, even those that a lot of people seem to hate. But this one, I don't see how this could actually be hated if you're trying to think of everything that happened from Marinette's point of view, her thoughts, feelings, struggles, depression. I will say, personally I hoped Chat Noir would learn who Ladybug is first. He's been such a good partner, very thoughtful, always putting his life on the line. He's also been dealing with a lot of the same struggles. I felt like he deserved to know first. However, this isn't about who deserves what, it's about what Marinette needs. It's not that she doesn't want to tell him who she is! Don't misunderstand. There are many times throughout the past 3 seasons where she wants to or regrets not being able to. But now, Chat Blanc's in her mind. She knows what could happen if she tells him with Hawk Moth still there, so she can't do it. So instead, she tries to pretend in front of him that she's fine even though talking to him about everything would help and fix so much. In her mind, that's not an option. I just hope that when he finds out she told someone else first, he doesn't think that she doesn't trust him enough to tell him. Next I thought maybe Alix. That way it'd be more understandable to Chat that she'd know, after all future Bunnyx clearly knows and said to Ladybug that she chose her because she's capable of keeping secrets (notice how Alya said that to Ladybug in the alley? I bet Alix will find out in the near future. Maybe not this season, but she'll find out.) But that's for another time. But now Alya knows! Her best friend, the one to have her back and will no doubt have it even more so now! Watch out, Lila. Alya doesn't hold back so I can imagine how vicious she could be to her (and I can't wait). And that brings up a very interesting thought. Alya will realize Adrien has been the only one to have her back in Lila situations. Why would he do that, hmm? When everyone else was so sure Lila's an angel and Marinette must be bad for saying anything negative about her. Journalist Alya, incoming! There's also the matters of Alya bringing up Marinette's feelings for Chat Noir because duh, everybody can see how much she loves him! There are even photos of them kissing, one of which happened in front of Alya's own eyes! Though affected by an akuma, they all know that kiss didn't happen because of it. And of course, Alya has brought up twice in the show so far that Adrien and Chat Noir could be the same person. And last time Alya said that neither of them could be Ladybug and Chat Noir. Except, she's now found out that Marinette is Ladybug. So maybe Adrien could after all be Chat Noir. I look forward to seeing how their new dynamic is. I wonder how this affects their relationship with the other girls. And I'm most curious about how Nino and Adrien may react to this change. I thought during Truth and Lies both that their best friends were going to find out about their breakups. Gang of Secrets was Alya finding out. Even though I feel like another parallel episode is just wishful thinking, I can't help but think it may be a possibility. Nino and the boys are going to wonder what's up with Adrien too. They're going to wonder why he's not with Kagami anymore so suddenly. So what if i the end, Chat Noir ends up telling Nino? I could see it, if this takes place shortly after Gang of Secrets, where she tells Chat that she's confided her identity in a very close friend and somehow they agree that he can tell someone too that he trusts to make it fair. It'd be an amazing way to exercise Ladybug's trust in Chat Noir too. Then we'd have both Alya and Nino in on it, keeping their best friend's secrets for them without knowing about the other one. Oh that'd be so beautiful! And also let them keep their Miraculouses too after the charms are given to them and Alya has the ability to break

free after being akumatized. I adore Rena and Carapace so much I'd be ecstatic if they kept them. 😭 Anyway, so much potential can come out of this episode and I honestly cannot wait until episode 4!!

#ml #miraculous ladybug #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #ml spoilers #ml season 4 spoilers #ml spoilers season 4 #gang of secrets spoilers #I wrote this late because I've been in a ton of pain today but I hope you enjoy it anyway!#alya cesaire #marinette dupain-cheng #ladybug #rena rouge

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