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rqblevs · 2 years

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HARD TO GET

-pairing; cedric diggory x gn! reader

-tw: none

-genre: fluff

-word count; 1.3k+

-bio: cedric has liked you for a while now, and you knew all too well that he did, so to make things a bit more interesting, you played hard to get

-notes; omg, its been so long since i’ve written for the hp fandom and its been so long since i’ve written on this acc, but im back! (and will try to post fics!) i suddenly have this obsession with cedric now lmao?? reader is a Hufflepuff btw!

Cedric didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was staring at you. His grey eyes followed you as you strode past him, without batting an eye. He opened his mouth to say something, but by the time he could string a sentence together, you were long gone.

You couldn’t help but to stiffle a laugh as you turned a corner, towards your next class, Potions.

Tough luck Diggory” You heard one of his friends snicker, but Cedric just shrugs, shoving his bag further up his shoulder, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that he was annoyed. But, being the gentleman he was, he didn’t say anything.

Entering Snape’s classroom, you sat down next to your friend, who had got here before you, saving you a seat. “Took you long enough to get here”

You roll your eyes, pulling out a piece of parchment and a quill. “Diggory was staring at me again” You say, deciding to ignore her words.

Sighing, she replies, “He is so obsessed with you” Pausing for a moment, before continuing, “Why can’t you just like, not ignore him? He’s hot, and this schools heartthrob, and he’s like, so in love with you”

You snort at her words, “Yeah, whatever, he’s not that hot, and he’s not my type” Every word you just spat from your mouth were lies. Cedric is hot, and he is your type, and you were, indeed, in love with him. But you just couldn’t admit that to yourself.

Cedric walks in the class, seeming to have gotten over from what happened in the hall just moments ago. Your eyes avert towards him, watching as he sits down a few rows next to you. Real smooth.

“He’s not my type my ass” Your friend mutters under her breath, “You’re a terrible liar, you know that?” You bring your eyes back towards the front of the classroom, where written on the chalk board is “ Amortentia Potions” You inwardly groan. Great way to set the mood.

“Silence!” Snapes voice drawls out, the classroom chatter dying down. He stares at us all for a moment, “Today we will be learning about Amortentia potion, you all learned this in your 5th year so I expect this to be a less... infuriating lesson”

He continues on, rambling on and on, sending glares towards students that weren’t writing his points down. You weren’t even half-listening to what Snape was saying until- “We will be making these potions in pairs, in hope that you won’t mess this up”

The chatter comes back, but is silenced almost immediately again when Snape says “I Will be picking partners” Groans and quite complains are heard across the room. Snape, who seemed to be unbothered by this, continues to read a list lazily.

Some kids groan when they hear who they’re partnered with, others quickly run towards their partners with smiles on their faces. You didn’t particularly care who you were with, as long as they didn’t make you do all the work.

“Y/n L/n and Cedric Diggory”

Shit. The odds weren’t in your favor today.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Cedric grin. You didn’t know how to exactly feel.

“Guess we’re partners, huh?” Cedric pulls the chair next to you and sits down. Avoiding eve contact you reply “Yeah, guess so”

Why am I... nervous?

Why am I sweating?

Oh Merlin, he's staring at me

Oh Merlin, his eyes are pretty

"Hello? Earth to Y/n?"

You snap your head toward him, “Are you like in another world or something?” he asks jokingly, giving you a smile. You took the time to notice the little crinkle in his eyes when he did that.

You scoff silently, "Shouldn't we be like working?" You ask, changing the subject "If I'm correct it says here that we need to gather... Ashwinder Eggs, Rose thorns, Peppermint, Powdered Moonstone, Pear dust and... rose petals?"

“Nope, Snape’s handing it out” He stops momentarily to Snape who was a few tables ahead of us, “Don’t think he trusts us with those ‘precious’ ingredients”

You raise an eyebrow, “I wonder why” Cedric lets out a short laugh.

“So...” He leans onto the table, tilting his head a bit, “So like, the Hogsmeade weekend is coming up, and I was wondering if yo-”

CLUNK

“Less talking, More working” Snape hisses, “If any of you spill this, you’re getting detention for a week” He continues, specifically looking at you, before heading towards the pair behind you two.

“As I was saying, I was wondering if you’d maybe want to.. uh... go to Hogsmeade with me?” He asks, he gives a shy smile, “But uh its ok if you don’t wanna, I can go with someone else...”

You pondered it for a moment. On one hand, you wanted to go with him, I mean, after all, you did have a... TINY crush on him, but on the contrary, you couldn’t let him know that you liked him! He was basically asking you out! And, you were curious about what would happen if you rejected him.

“Hmm..” You pretended to be deep in thought, “Sorry, I already promised my friend I’d go with him” You didn’t promise anyone you’d go to Hogsmeade- in fact, you were planning on staying back, but you wanted to see how this would play out.

“Oh?” He seemed disappointed, “Well, what about getting Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks? Unless you’re already going with your... friend” His voice narrows at the end of the sentence.

“Maybe if I have the time, he said he wants to tell me something... special” You smirk, as you stir the cauldron 3 times clockwise, steam starting the pour out of it. A strong aroma surrounds you.

“Really? Well, I also have something special to tell you” He says back, a mix of annoyance in his voice that you’ve never heard before.

You snort, “Jealous much, Diggory?”

His face suddenly turns red, his eyes dropping to towards the table, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound...”

“Jealous? Angry?”

He groans, “Yeah, Jealous... I suppose”

"Really? Thats new" You say, teasingly, adding the final ingredient, rose petals, into the potion. Due to it not looking nor smelling horrible, you considered it somewhat a success.

“What does it smell like to you?” he asks, looking genuinely curious. You sniff it, giving it a moment to settle in. It smells good... an intoxicating kind of good, something that you can’t get enough of.

“Old books.. A hint of Vanilla, and uhm... butterscotch?”

“Really? Mine smells like... you”

Oh.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” He asks, a teasing smile plastered across his face.

“What?! Y- No! Why would I- you’re hopeless Diggory!” You groan in frustration, you looked away, trying to hide your face, Merlin, it was probably as red as a tomatoe.

Snape stops the class, examining the potions, finding a flaw in every potion that he came across. Th eespecially quote on quote “atrocious” ones, he gave a sharp look too, growled a “see me after class” and moved on.

When he gets to your table, his eyes move from you- then to Cedric- then to the potion, gave a half-satisfied grunt, and left. That went better then you expected.

“Hopefully next class will be... better then this one” Snape says coldly, as he moves to the front, “Write 3 parchments of why Amortentia is highly dangerous and should not be used, that’ll be due by... lets see, on Monday. Class is dismissed”

Breathing a sigh of relief, you quickly grab your books, shoving them into your bag. You hadn’t even realized how long had passed, Cedric was too busy flirting with you.

“So... ” Cedric stops you before you’re able to get away, “Hogsmeade this weekend? Unless you’re...”

“I was kidding about that”

“Oh? Oh really? So... is that a yes?” he asks, almost timidly.

“Yeah, I guess” As you entered into the crowded hallway, his grin bigger then before “I’ll see you soon, Diggory”

“Yeah, see you later Y/n”

tagging some moots ! @lex-the-flex @clarrissanewt @remuslupininskirts @curseofaphrodite @artqueenjames @i-do-random-things-do-not-ask

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call-me-a-simp · 1 year

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Heal My Wounds

Your Savior (Part 2)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

You take a Deep Breath, trying to calm down, knowing he couldn't get you now. At least for some time. You knew he wouldn't stop there, he'd try to find you again and terrorize you until you gave in and come crawling back to him.

You take a look in the mirror outside and see him screaming and raging."Hey, are you okay? What happened out there?" the dark haired woman on the driver's side asked. You wince slightly, as you were so caught up in your thoughts, you completely forgot she was still there. "Hey hey, I didn't mean to scare you" she says, trying to sound somewhat comforting. "N-no.. it's okay.. I'm fine.." you say, your voice barely loud enough for her to hear.

"Who was that" the Woman asked again. You shook your head, not wanting to talk about it, everything was just too much. "Not now, sorry, it's just all too overwhelming right now. Thanks though for stopping, I don't even wanna imagine what would have happened if he got me." You give her a weak smile, and she just nods her head and continues driving.

About 20 minutes later you're still driving, the silence that surronded you during that time wasn't that unpleasant after all. The radio was playing quiet musik and all in all you were just glad you finally got some rest. "Where are we headed?" you decided to break the silence. "home" she replies. "I just came back from a buisness trip and the airport it quite far away from where i live." You nodded, silence filling the car once more.

Some minutes later you decide to finally ask her who she was, she seemed so oddly familiar to you. "Can I ask you one more question?" "sure, as many as you'd like" she said. "Who are you and do we know each other by any chance? You seem so familiar"

She chuckled, "Well, you might know me under my ringname, Rhea Ripley, but you can just call me Demi". And that's when it hit you. Rhea. Ripley. The woman you always admired. for her strength and confidence. You just sit there, stunned at what had just happened. "You okay?" Demi asks with a chuckle. "Yeah, yes I- uh I just didn't expect that" you say. She laughs at your response.

"I- I'm y/n btw" you say, a smile tugging a the corner of your lips. How lucky could you be? The Rhea Ripley was the one so save you. "Nice to meet you y/n" Rhea grins. "Do you have anywhere to stay for now?". You shake your head "No, I don't have any friends around here and my parents live quite far away" you explain.

"Okay, you'll just come with me then, also good cause I know you're protected and don't need to blame myself in case anything happens to you tonight" Rhea says, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

You arrive at her place a few minutes later and you both exit the car. Rhea grabs her suitcase from the trunk before opening the door to her apartment. She puts her suitcase next to a small shelf in the hallway before taking off her shoes. You notice just now that you don't have any shoes so you open your backpack to search for a new pair of socks as yours were dirty from running outside.

You quickly change them and follow Rhea inside. "Are you hungry? Do you want anything to drink?"she asks, as you step into the kitchen. "Some water would be good thanks" you say. She hands you a glass of water and Begins to rummage around the kitchen to gather some supplies for cooking.

"Can I help you with anything?" you ask, putting the now empty glass aside. "You can chop some onions and Tomatoes for the Sauce if you want. I'm gonna make Pasta for dinner." Demi says, handing you a cutting board and a knive. Both of you Standing next to each other, you cutting the veggies and her preparing the noodles.

"Mind telling me what happened?" Rhea asks in a comforting voice. You stop cutting mid way, putting the knive away, and start fidgeting with your hands. You turn around so you were leanig against the counter with your back. You take a deep Breath and exhale slowly before starting to speak.

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This is part 2 on my Heal my Wounds series, hope you enjoy. I've already got plans for future parts but I still appreciate every comment on wishes or hopes etc :)

Taglist: @thatonepansexual2000

#demi bennett #rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader #wwe x reader #ex boyfriend #wrestling #rescue #injuries

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oddlylovingaddiction · 3 days

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Shy ghost boyfriend x (wayyy to kind/generous) reader

I CAN SEE IT OMG… also this is my first time with ns.ft SO PLEASE BE NICE… please… 😭

Imagine whoever you want btw!! I had no set character for this little imagine.

Tw/ Brief mentions of breaking and entering, ghosts and spirits, ghost jokes, mentions of delusions and death, ns.ft under read more.

imagine you’ve been dating a guy for awhile. Admittedly, the relationship started in a unique sense. As in…. The guy showed up inside your house randomly. Aka home invasion. Now to normal people this would definitely cause them to call the cops, however you? The first thought going through your head was how you were worried that the poor dude just needed a place to stay. However as soon as he and you made eye contact he freezes up, to the point he was just awkwardly standing near your kitchen counter, slowly he places the cup of tea he made for himself down.

He covers his face, “Oh god!” He says his face going red before completely disappearing into thin air. You look around for him everywhere but he’s absolutely gone? You chalk it up to you being delusional from overwork…

Then he appears and disappears again. And again. AND AGAIN. This goes on for a phew months before you get tired of it, so you leave out a little note saying ‘You’re welcome to stay in my house as long as you want, just please stop avoiding me it’s hurting my feelings :(‘ you place it on the counter with some sweet treats you got at the store.

Ever since then? Well he’s practically in love. You quickly figure out he’s a ghost from the fact he tells you (once he works up the courage enough to speak to you fully.) and the fact he constantly phases through walls to talk to you.. which is cute! However when you’re showering and he forgets it can be very awkward.

There’s a lot of interesting things about your ghost friend. For one, he died, however he forgot how, by the time he was a ghost his body, wherever it was, had been taken away. Two, he only awakened because some kids thought it would be a genius idea to use an ouija board. Three, since then he’s had a total of 20 priests try and exorcize him even though he SWEARS he has never harmed anyone, people just are fearful of him. Four, he can touch things, but only in the house and five, he cannot leave the house because he’s permanently tied here for some reason. There’s probably loads of interesting things about him really you are desperate to learn but it’s fine because you can take your time getting to know him. He has eternity(?) for you and you have your entire life and maybe eternity afterwards to get to know him.

Naturally it doesn’t take long for you both to start dating he’s cute and desperate for you. I mean, you’ve been trapped in a house for who knows how long, and only people with families or in committed relationships were ever living with him, so when a single person who not only is kind to him but is objectively an attractive person… YOU KNOW THE MANS GOTTA SHOOT HIS (extremely awkward) SHOT.

The way he hits on you in the beginning is soft for him atleast, my boy comes off hella strong. I’m talking he makes you breakfast before work and leaves cheesy notes places like ‘If we were both ghosts, would you be my boo for eternity?’ Yes, all his pickup lines are ghost themed… and if you guys have a movie night he will pick romance themed movies. Even better if it’s a ghost themed romance movie. It doesn’t matter if he likes romance or not. He’s gotta show you romance.

Once you finally confess to him you like him (no he won’t confess first he’s way to scared that you’ll reject him..) HES ALL OVER YOU.

No matter what you’re doing he’s looking at you with a love struck grin. And once you give him permission to hug and kiss you, HES ALWAYS DOING IT. Always planting kisses everywhere, and hugging you when he can. THIS MAN IS TOUCH STARVED…

And since he’s so touched starved naturally when it’s time to get freaky he prefers soft and slow, with you as close as possible to him as he ruts into you. Ghosts have great stamina surprisingly! Which is great for him, however he needs you to remind him to stop, because he will go on for days. BECAUSE HE LITERALLY CAN. He’s a ghost so that means he doesn’t have to stop and wait for his own body, since he doesn’t have one… duh. Speaking of bedroom stuff, this man is probably vanilla I’m gonna be real with you, he cannot bear to go rough. However he loves leaving little marks all over your body. It reminds him he does exist and that he’s dating you, and this isn’t some weird post-death dream. Also did I mention it doesn’t matter what you weigh OR your size? He’s a ghost so he has infinite stamina and strength, so no matter how much you weigh he can have you in ANY position.

But… how is he with bottoming? HES GOOD. However he needs you to be close, I’m talking hugging him close. He doesn’t care what pace you go just don’t hurt him. He’s had such a lonely ghost life… he doesn’t need more pain. By the way, do not blind fold or restrain this man, or do any sort of sensory deprivation. He needs all his senses, he needs to feel you. Also give him marks. OH MY GOD GIVE HIM THEM! It’s the only time he’s okay with pain if you are biting or nibbling at him. Same reason as why he gives you marks above like hickeys. He just needs to know that this is all real.

He’s also a whimper guy. And a praise kink guy too.

“You’re s’ beautiful/handsome/pretty.” / “I lov’ you, you’ doing so well- Oh my god...” / “My love! Oh y’- so good… soo good jus’ for me..’

Also he’s loud. Be warned you may have some explaining to do to the neighbours….

Imagine who you want, no set character in mind for this one, so I tagged a bunch of fandoms. Yes I did tag Harry Potter (as in whichever character in the franchise) however FUCK JK ROWLING, we support trans rights up in this biiiitchhhh.

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i-heart-mgg · 10 months

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Dalton Lambert x reader nsfw 😘

I wrote this as a little joke so don’t come for me, also credits to @darling-i-read-it for inspiration on the story line. I can take this down if you see it and you’re not comfortable with it.🤞🤞The reader is on the pill to btw.

You were heading to your first art class of the semester, palms sweaty and the nervousness building up like a pit in your stomach. You had just moved to a new state so you knew a total of zero people, not being helped by your slight case of social anxiety. At least you had your roommate Chris, although she was quite loud and you hadn't got the chance to know her yet.

Lost in thought you walked into something tall and sturdy, when looking up you realized you had walked into not something but someone. In a panic, you frantically apologized for walking into this guy, even through your disorientated state you were still caught by how handsome he was. He was just your type, tall, dark longish hair, a sort of reserved personality, as well as being a little built.

"Hey, hey, calm down. I'm fine, barely even noticed you bumped into me." He said. Eventually, you settled down from his tranquil, soft voice soothing your worries and you quickly apologized again for making such a fuss. Your cheeks now a slightly rosy tinted colour from the embarrassment of making a small scene. "Oh I see, I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I must've made you late to class already, go if you need!" "It's okay seriously, and my class starts in about 10 minutes which is plenty of time considering it's only about a 3-minute walk from here."

10 minutes away, a 3-minute walk... that sounded familiar in a way, you were trying to place it for a while until- "Oh my god, I think I have the same class as you!" He chuckled to himself as you exclaimed that in an over-dramatic way. “I figured as much, I saw your artwork on the ground from when you bumped into me. You're really good, who's the person in the picture?" He questioned you. "It's my best friend from home, her name is f/n and she's in a band. Hence her playing the guitar." "Well that's pretty cool, I'd love to be able to play an instrument." "I can relate so much! I'm so uncoordinated with my hands, I physically can't do two different things with them at once." You both exchanged laughs and conversation, making your way to your first class. Getting along impressively well.

As the class poured into the classroom, you all began setting up your easels. By this time you'd found out the mystery guy's name, it was Dalton. Dalton decided to set up his easel right next to yours. Which was the start of a very close friendship between the two of you.

You would see each other often, Chris occasionally joining in on your twos' hangout sessions. Some of which would be on the rooftops of your doom house, you learned that Dalton's dorm room was the one below yours so it was easy to see each other all the time. Other hangouts were peaceful afternoons and evenings, that turned into late nights at either of your dorm rooms. Working on assignments, practising drawing exercises, watching the latest tv shows, playing board games, you name it.

Sometimes the drowsiness and delusion of your late night study sessions would incite flirtatious behaviour. Only small things, extremely specific compliments, falling asleep on one another’s shoulders by “accident”, or practising cheesy pick up lines.

But after a while of hanging out at the dorm house or quick stops to the shops, Chris decided that you two needed to try something more out of your comfort zone. A frat party. Now you weren't totally against the idea, I mean yes it was scary to experience new things, especially ones with a bunch of people, drinking, and loud music. However you figured it would do the both of you some good to maybe develop your social circle a tiny bit. After a lot of back-and-forth debating with Dalton to go he finally caved.

Since you'd never been to one of these parties, you guessed that you should dress up just a bit, picking out a short silky dress with spaghetti straps and lace around your cleavage. Basically oversized lingerie. You put your socks on, next your heeled black boots, your favourite matching heart necklace and earrings, then finally finishing off with a leather jacket straight out of the 90s.

After getting ready, you walked over to the spot you guys had agreed to meet at, the entrance of the dorms. The minute you stepped out you saw you had caught the attention of your two friends, especially Dalton. You could see his eyes travelling up and down your frame, slightly stuttering as he attempted to greet you. But paying it no mind seemed the easiest option, thinking it was probably because you'd never got dressed up in front of them before.

The three of you made your way over to the party, you could hear the music blaring from the house as you approached it. It was obviously very crowded, as you entered you had to maneuver your way around the people making out on the porch and doorway, absolutely no shame while straight up humping one another wide out in the open.

Once you had gotten in the house you and Dalton just kind of stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do in this unfamiliar situation. Both your pleading eyes looked over to Chris for guidance. She picked up on the hint suggesting everyone get drinks, to loosen them up a bit.

You slid your way through the crowd of people dancing, slightly knocking some on the way but too wasted to give a shit. The punch bowl was a bright orangey-red colour with various types of fruit in it, and mostly likely a bunch of alcohol. You yourself didn't like alcohol but you couldn't taste any in the punch, only fruit juice. Urging you to take a little more than you would have otherwise.

"Hey you guys, come over here!" Chris yelled over the music pointing in the direction in which the majority of people were dancing in. Dalton glanced at you, letting you choose whether or not you join in on that situation. You looked back up at his perfectly sculpted face, nodding eagerly as you entwined your hand in his. Pulling him over to where Chris was already dancing her heart out. The sudden hand holding making him blush, not that you could see it in the dark room lit by some flashing LEDs.

You started dancing with the three of them, jumping, twirling, shimmying, just being one big joke amongst each other. All was lighted hearted until the time had passed and the music began to slow, your cup now almost licked clean from the questionable liquid.

A strange urge overcame your brain, seeing Dalton so free, so near. You wouldn't admit it to anyone but you did have what you thought was just a minuscule crush on Dalton, and the current circumstances weren't helping it. You began to feel overwhelmingly hot, and sort of...horny.

You built up the courage to get even closer to him, your bodies pressed up against one another. Your hands hesitantly slinking around his shoulders and neck, as the sensual music rang throughout your ears. By this time Chris had disappeared to an unknown location, not that you were worried about that right now.

As you moved on to Dalton his breath slightly hitched and he froze for a couple seconds before his strong hands made their way around your waist. As your forms squeezed together you could feel Daltons' racing heartbeat, and you were sure he could hear yours too. You cocked your head up to meet his blue eyes, now shaken by a mix of uncertainty and pleasure. "Is this ok with you?" You managed to squeak out. "More than ok." He answered firmly.

Just as you were processing the response he gave you Dalton made the next move, pulling you into an emulsifying kiss. By instinct you slid your fingers between his silky locks of hair, slightly gripping it in order to deepen the kiss. Every second that passed wrapped in these carnal desires led to him grasping your body harder and tighter, the rougher he went the more aroused you became.

Before it went any further you sprinted your way up the stairs and down the second-floor corridor until you found an empty, unlocked bathroom. Once you and Dalton had made your way in, he slammed the door behind him, impatient to continue what you two had started. He lifted you off your feet effortlessly. Your legs wrapping quickly around his torso prior to him delicately placing you on the vanity surface.

You took his lips, then tongue, into your mouth once again, while he pressed his growing bulge to the centre of your panties. The sudden combination made you moan into the kiss, longing for more. You rolled your hips up, eliciting a groan and another roll of Daltons' hips in return. You were soon an erotic grinding mess, Dalton's mouth began to leave your own, making its way down your jaw to your supple neck, shoulders, and chest. Leaving various shades of purple scattered along the area.

His right hand left your waist, trailing down to the hem of your revealing dress, hiking it up around your torso. Leaving you with only one layer of protection on, which didn't prove to be very good judging from how soaked they were. "When I saw you walk out in this outfit, I will say these were kind of my intrusive thoughts, but my first inclination was how badly I wanted to fuck you in this adorable little dress. Do you know how many times I've fantasised about the various positions and dreadfully unholy actions we'd do while I was stroking my dick?”

Your mouth lay agape, you had never even for a second thought Dalton had any romantic interest in you like that the months you were friends. But you'd be lying if you weren't thinking the same about him, the countless times your thighs would desperately squeeze together when he would accidentally brush his hands along your thighs. Now looking back on it not so sure those hand placements were by chance.

"N-no I had no idea, but I can't deny I haven't thought the same about y-ah~!" Dalton had pressed his thumb on your clit through your underwear, rubbing small circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Are you ok with this?" He questioned, pulling on your waistband. You gave him a short confirming nod, and in response, he pulled your panties down around your lower thigh region. The cold air which hit your wet pussy making you shiver.

Dalton went back to rubbing your clitoris, eventually building up to sliding the first finger in by tracing around where you wanted it to go the most. "Please.." you said in an exasperated whimper. He slid his middle finger in, slowly going in and out, curving more and more the deeper he went. Soon enough he added a second finger, picking up the pace a little. Your hands were digging into his broad shoulders for some form of stability, steady breathing turning into fast pants and beads of sweat formed on your forehead.

You couldn't take it any longer, craving for more friction you began riding his hand. He happily allowed you to continue until your climax was fast approaching, only mere seconds before you could cum his fingers suddenly came to a halt. You whined in frustration "Why'd you do that?" "I'm sorry I thought you would enjoy this more."

You looked down to his crotch the minute you heard the clinking of his belt coming undone, he was so fucking hard. Painfully hard. Practically begging to break free from his strained jeans. Luckily the pleas of his brain had turned into actions as he undid the button and zipper. His boxers fell with his pants as his cock sprung up, he was big. Average girth but extremely long, leaking a bit of precum.

"Now tell me if it hurts at all or to stop, just so you know the stretching will be painful. But after a while, your discomfort will turn into ecstasy." "Ok, just put it in I can adjust." Dalton slid his member between your folds, creating a form of lube to ease the process. He pushed the tip in, so far so good. Then about another 2 inches, you could start to feel somewhat of a stretching sensation but not a hurting type. Not until another 2 inches of his dick were inside you that you started to feel a horrible burning feeling.

"Agh! Please stop please stop it hurts Dalton I don't think I can go any further." "Ok stay calm, I'll pull out." He said while slowly sliding back from your vagina, stroking your hair and giving you a soft kiss on the lips. For a minute he held you in his arms, caressing your anatomy lovingly.

"I think we can try again, I was just freaked out by the unfamiliar experience." "100% sure?" "Mhm, I'm ready now." He put it in again, this time it was much less pain inducing. Only starting to hurt when he was a little more than an inch from bottoming out. "I'm nearly all the way in, do you want me to get it over with quickly or wait?" "Go in all the way, please." He swiftly followed instructions, having fully bottomed out now.

It still stretched but was manageable. You looked at his face, so concentrated on giving you the best possible first time. He pulled it back out, only to put it right back in again, he then pulled out, and in, and out, and in until he was fucking you in a slow paced rhythm.

He was indeed right, your pain turning to pleasure as he hit inside of you just right. Dalton put his hand between the glass of the mirror and your head, making sure you didn't smack it as his pace increased. You met his thrusts with your body, causing you two to let out the most blasphemous sounds.

The overwhelming satisfaction making your hands find their way up his toned back, involuntarily digging your nails into it, and hooking your feet over one another to allow him to hit your g spot. "You're so good, so, so, tight...around me." Dalton groaned in your ear. Both your moans and the slapping of your skin were the only noise that filled that bathroom.

You looked down to where you two were connected, his penis stretching your walls as far as they could go while he was pumping it inside. The view turned you on more than you thought was possible, causing you to elongate your neck backwards. Clenching furiously hard around him. You began to feel his cock twitch inside you, indicating he was getting close after about the last 10 minutes of heaven you were both exposed to.

Your moans turned into screams of delight as you found yourself on the brink of an orgasm. The sheer volume was well past what people could simply ignore if they were anywhere near where you were getting your brains fucked out. "Ah~ ah~ ah~ ahhh~ D-dalton, I'm gonna cum~." "Fuck, ugh- me too." He pounded into you so quickly your mind could barely handle it, slamming his hips into your own as you felt your climaxes crashing down on you with the force of a tsunami. He helped you ride out your orgasm, thick's strands of his semen seeping from your hole, his dick lathered in your cum.

When you were both finished, he stayed inside you, heavily panting with exhaustion. His arms pressed on either side of you to keep him from collapsing, heads rested against each other. "My god... that was incredible Dalton. You're so damn hot-" You were cut off by the creaking of the door opening, and who was it but the one and only Chris.

"DALTON!? Y/N?! ARE YOU GUYS, OK I HEARD SOME LOUD NOISES COMING FROM IN H- here?" She had finally figured out what the commotion was all about as she quickly averted her eyes from where you two were still conjoined.

Consumed by utter embarrassment you hid your face further into Daltons' neck, your faces painted a vibrant red colour. At the speed of light, he put his member back in his pants, covering your genitals by pulling down your dress. Chris who was left gobsmacked eventually managed to mutter "I'm sorry for walking in on this but I knew something was going on between the two of you." Then shut the door behind her as she tried to wrap her head around what she just saw.

Once she was gone you couldn't help but laugh at the mortifying situation, Dalton soon joining in on your antics. "Apart from...that, that was one of the best moments of my life, genuinely." "Have you ever done this with anyone else?" You questioned him. "No, not at all. In fact, I didn't have my first kiss until today." Your jaw dropped. “That's crazy. No way you were that amazing with zero experience." "I could say the same for you." He replied as he brought you into an intimate kiss, endearing emotion radiating from it.

You guys left the frat party, to be honest looking quite rugged. It was kind of obvious what you two had just done by the state of your knotted hair, crumpled-up clothing, and the slight limp your strides were accompanied with. You made your way back to your dorm house, guessing Chris had gone home after witnessing that. Dalton's hand was entwined with yours the whole walk back.

You decided to stay at his that night, thinking it was too soon to face Chris and giving her a break before that image was imprinted in her memory forever. You were both very tired, stripping down to wear Daltons’ oversized hoodie and track pants. You lay down on his bed, making yourself comfortable under the plush covers.

He scooted in next to you, putting his chest on your back as he wrapped one arm around your physique. His presence and warmth made you fall asleep within a minute or two. Your own body warmth lulling him to sleep like a baby.

#Dalton #DaltonLambert #insidious #smut #insidious: the red door #Daltoninsidious

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sluggzillaa · 1 year

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Hi!

Can I request bestfriend!eddie x reader smoking in a dimly lit room with heaping amounts of tension that may perhaps lead to a hot smooch?

Puff, Puff, Pass

Word Count: 1.5k

✧ Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

✧ Summary: You and Eddie have been friends since you two were in diapers. The two of you were constantly together, whether at hellfire after school or sleepovers whenever the other got lonely; which was essentially every weekend. You simply just don’t hang around anyone else; with the exception of hellfire and the band. This of course started a problem. You’ve fallen for Eddie and you’ve fallen for him hard.

✧ Warnings: use of Y/N(2), (sfw)teasing, pet/nicknames( Sweets, Sweetheart) , drug use (shmeed), just some fluffy fluff, best friends to lovers, jealousy!!.

✧ Authors note: A quick little fic before i get back to Bonfire. I hope you guys enjoy it, i thought is was such a cute idea. Also, this is to celebrate one year of Eddie!!. Okay, now i need to hop back onto Bonfire and finish it 🙃. MINORS SHOO!

btw you should totally comment and get put on my tag list <3

You and Eddie have been friends since you two were in diapers. Your parents were very close, basically best friends. Up until both of your dads went to jail, his mom passed, and your mom upped and left with her new junkie boyfriend. This left you by yourself in your tiny trailer and Eddie with his uncle nearby. You both found comfort in each other as you were both all each other had. The two of you were constantly together, whether at hellfire after school or sleepovers whenever the other got lonely; which was essentially every weekend. You simply just don’t hang around anyone else; with the exception of hellfire and the band. This of course started a problem. You’ve fallen for Eddie and you’ve fallen for him hard.

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“So why are you dressed so nice?”

While your feelings for Eddie skyrocketed, so did your need to impress him. You found yourself waking up extra early to put on a full face of makeup and the cutest outfit you could find. You pile on a shit ton of accessories and spend all of your allowance on a new look. Eddie took notice of this but not in the way you wanted.

“Maybe I just wanna look nice, Munson”

Something lit up in Eddie’s head

“Holy shit.. You have your first crush!”

“Pfft! as if”

“You act as if I don't know when you’re acting differently.. So who is it?”

“What, are you jealous?”

He scoffed loudly and looked away

“Yea right.. Who is it?”

You just shrugged and continued to search through your locker. Eddie was just about to speak before you were saved by the bell. You slammed your locker shut and trailed off.

“I guess you’ll never know”

“I will find out eventually! See you tonight? Same time?” He yelled from across the hallway

“We’ll see!”

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You stopped your board in front of Eddie’s trailer and hopped off. You picked it up and made your way onto his porch. You knocked onto his door and waited for someone to answer. The door opened up to reveal uncle Wade. He had his work uniform and boots on; looking like he was ready to head out for the night.

“Y/N! welcome back sweetheart”

“Hi Wayne!”

He pulled you into a warm embrace and ushered you inside.

“Eddie’s in his room, and I’ll be heading out in a bit.. I left some money on the counter to order yourselves dinner”

“Thanks Wayne!”

You gave him one last hug before heading down the hall to Eddie’s room. The boy had music blasting from his speaker, the noise leaking into the rest of the trailer. You opened his door, finding the metalhead dancing around his room. Usually you would find him listening to something a little heavier but this time, he was enjoying The Cure.

“Nice choice in music, Curly”

He quickly turned around, a huge smile plastered onto his face. He rushed over and picked you up into a hug. He spun you around while still in his embrace.

“Sweets!”

“Calm down! I just saw you this afternoon”

“I don’t care that’s still too long for me”

He put you down and took your bag from you. He placed it down onto his bed and opened it up. He unpacked your stuff and placed them in their places. He always kept spots in his room specifically for your stuff. He went into his small closet and passed you a towel.

“Hurry up and shower so that we can start off the weekend”

“Don’t rush me..”

“Oh I will”

He said as he shoved you out of his room, pressing the towel against your chest.

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You came back into Eddie’s room from your shower. You were still drying your hair. Eddie’s rim was very dim, the only leak of light came from the TV. You hung the towel up onto the hook behind his door. You plopped down next to the boy, who was also rolling a blunt. He grabbed the lighter off his bedside table and sparked the blunt. He took a pull, the end glowing a bright cherry red. You just stared at him. You always find him attractive but you always find yourself swooning over him the most when he’s smoking. There’s just something about the way his lips perfectly wrap around the blunt.

He cleared his throat, pulling you out of your trance. He ushered the blunt toward you whilst also letting out a cough; covering his mouth with his arm. The air in the room felt thick, but thick with embarrassment and doubt. What were you doubting? Not really sure, probably how you felt about your friendship ruining feelings for Eddie.

You took the blunt and took a looong hit. You needed something to silence everything that was running through your head. You exhaled it slowly and felt all the bliss enter your body. Your mind finally went to static. You passed Eddie the blunt and flopped down onto his bed. Everything felt like slow motion. Eddie leaned back against his head board and finished off the blunt. He put it out into his ashtray and grabbed the other one.

“Round two?”

“Hmm?”

“Sweets, you only had one hit.. don’t bail out on me now!”

“Fiiine” You dragged out

You sat back up, still absolutely hazy. He sparked up one more time and passed the blunt to you. Every hit you took was longer and hit you even harder. At some point, Eddie made sure to stop you before you ended up greening out. He put out the blunt and saved the clip, knowing you’d probably want it for your morning wake and bake. He stood up and searched through a stack of vhs and picked up a tape. He pushed it into the tape player on his tv. The title screen began to play.

“Rocky Horror.. Your favorite”

You smiled like an absolute idiot. He laid back down onto his bed, right besides you. He laid onto his side and watched you be put into a trance by the movie. He knew exactly what you needed when you were high, whether it was something to bring you down to just something as little as water. He let out a loud sigh before breaking the silence.

“Why are you hiding things from me?”

“I’m not”

“Y/N.”

“I said i’m not so i’m not”

“Then why have you been acting so weird?”

“Weird how?”

“Getting distant from me, always bailing on our plans, not showing up to hellfire”

“Maybe I get busy”

“Yeah? With who”

You looked at him; slightly offended. Your cheeks began to heat up at the thought that he couldn’t believe that you had other people in your life. Which he wasn’t wrong about but it still kinda hurt. Truth is, you’ve been avoiding him in an attempt to avoid the feelings you had for him.

“Is it that guy?”

“What guy?”

“The one you do desperately wanna hide from me”

You avoided any eye contact with him. Any thoughts you tried to suppress with weed just came back 10 times worse. You huffed and looked up at his ceiling.

“I’m afraid that if i tell you, it’ll ruin our friendship”

He looked down at his hands for a second, putting the pieces together in his head. Suddenly, he looked like he got it. This sent your heart racing. You weren’t ready for this. He looked at you, extremely concerned. You braced yourself for his words.

“Oh my god! Is it Garreth?”

You felt the weight completely lift off of your chest

“No! Oh god, fuck no, never!”

“Then why else are you hiding shit?”

“I can’t tell you!”

He sat up and planted his hand next to your side, slightly caging you in. He grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him. He made direct eye contact with you. You can see the desperation in his eyes. Heat rose to your cheeks from the proximity.

“Eddie.. I-”

“Please tell me the truth”

You swallowed the lump of guilt that had formed in your throat. You notice his eyes began to wander, from your eyes now to your lips. His breathing became heavy and he licked his lips; with hunger. The distance between the two of you began to close in as Eddie moved closer. Your face heated and felt like it was turning every bright shade of red. You’ve been close to Eddie, just never this close.

“Eds..”

“Just shut up and kiss me”

The space between you two quickly closed. A brand new fucking sensation for the both of you. You were kissing your best friend, a dream you would’ve never believed would have ever come true. His arm reached under you and around your waist. He had his extra hand placed on the side of your face, caressing your cheek with his calloused thumb. You could tell he was a little nervous. Hell, you were probably 10x as nervous as he was. His smile imprinted against your lips. He pulled away slightly, both of your lips just feathering each other. Your foreheads pressed up against each other.

“You knew there wasn’t a guy, didn’t you?”

“Maybe, I wanted to see how far you’d go with this.. also i love seeing you in skirts”

You shoved him playfully. He let out a quick cackle before leaning back in for another kiss. He pulled away and laid at your side.

“Okay curly, roll me another blunt”

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#eddie #eddie my beloved #eddiemunson #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x you #fluff #eddie stranger things #eddie my love <3 #eddie x reader #besties #best friends #best friends to lovers

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mo0nflower26 · 1 month

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Ight, as requested, here's the anticipated Mhin dream. Enjoy guys! :3

(From my dream journal)

I was living a peaceful life. The weather is just right and cloudy but not enough to rain and the sun can still pass through it. I fed a goat and 2 plastic eating worms that I forgot the names of. After that, I spent a few hours getting some fresh air and for some reason, accidentally grabbing the goat's kid which led to me being chased and coming home late around 10:57pm.

Then I remember I had more chores to do such as doing the dishes outside so that I did. I saw my choir friends just outside our house and told me they're just gonna be chilling there for a while. While I was chatting with my friends, my admirer’s wingman did a lil pick up line about me and his homie being good for each other but little did they know I already have feelings for Mhin.

I then hung out with my main bestie until some random lady announced that we're on a mission to stop some corrupted nobles. Then an even fancier lady came in (she's a noble's wife) saying we have choral practice at their residency (which btw, was known for their maze rooms) and that we have no choice but to go.

She is rather stout and her hair is short and blonde, she wears a royal purple dress as if she's a ruler and we're her peasants. She also speaks in a very pompous manner. If you have seen Victor's mom from Corpse Bride, she has a resemblance to her.

Everybody then got in the tricycles (those Philippine tricycles to be specific). I was then ushered by the crowd to a tricycle but then I suddenly remembered I have to tell my mom where I was going and what's going on or otherwise she'd get worried so I went back to the house to inform her. Surprisingly, she let me go and I ran all the way back to the tricycle my bestie was in before it finally leaves.

Once we got to our destination, we boarded off and to my surprise, Mhin was there too. It was pretty windy and the wind gently blowing their hair frames their face perfectly. Their cape dancing along with the wind made them seem majestic. And the moonlight shining on their pale skin, reflecting their grey-reddish eyes made them look even more ethereal. I was entirely convinced that they're a moonkissed angel right then and there.

We then started walking towards the building as the tricycle was parked a few meters away from the actual building as “peasant vehicles” aren't allowed there I presume. Well, other than the fact the driver was going to take a lunch break and that we parked right next to a Karinderya. While we were walking, some guys were catcalling me and while I wanted to fight back, I didn't wanna cause a ruckus and have us late.

Mhin meanwhile, got irritated by it and glared at them so hard they didn't even want to move a single muscle after that. Because of it, I stuck by Mhin for the rest of the walk. After we finally got to the entrance room or some sort of the building, the whole group agreed that it would be best if we split in pairs and obviously, Me and Mhin are paired up since I already stuck onto each other like glue.

While we were discussing plans of which way to go, Mhin suddenly grabbed my hand and started running 3 times through the same room and I thought we got stuck in a loop until they turned left and got into a completely different room. I was momentarily shocked and confused before concluding that this is what they probably meant when they say the building is known for its maze rooms.

I still wondered about how the rooms magically loop just like earlier but that thought was then brushed off as we continued running. They were quick and agile, they moved and swerved through the rooms as if it was a built-in instinct for them to know which rooms lead to which. Despite my heart beating fast, I barely feel any sort of fatigue.

I couldn't even tell whether my heart is beating fast from the adrenaline, from running, or because of how pretty Mhin looks especially when they're so focused and serious like that (I was hopelessly in love with them especially in the dream okay? LMAO).

Either way, it almost feels like I'm floating like a balloon and Mhin is just running and dragging me around like a kid on sugar rush at their friend's birthday party.

We then soon finally stopped after going up a spiral staircase. Before we can even try to explore the place further, we heard somebody come in from a different set of stairs which is thankfully, not spiralled in case we ever got through there.

We eavesdropped a bit and found out that it's a noble and his wife's anniversary today. From what I remember in the dream, he is known as Sir Donovan. An intimidating man that looks like he could kill you with just a glance.

And his meek and docile wife, her name was never mentioned in the dream but I'll just refer to her as Mrs. Donovan. We saw them approaching our way. His wife, may or may have not seen at least a glance of the top of our heads.

It was then my turn to grab Mhin’s hand and run. We ran to a random room and there was a storage room. The door is slightly ajar and rather small but big enough to crawl inside. We got in there as I managed to lock the door and take out the key on time before Sir Donovan was able to catch us.

It was conveniently larger inside so that there's at least a good amount of space for me and Mhin. There was also a conveniently placed foam mattress that's large enough for us to share. With that, we decided to stay there for the night. Now this is where things get rather blurry, but I remember me and Mhin fought over something which most likely has to do with our mission and how either reckless (Mhin) or careless (Me) the other is.

And since the storage room is still relatively small, we got a bit physical with the fight. No punching or anything like that… Just pushing, shoving, and a bit of collar grabbing. And as I got fed up and successfully pinned them on the mattress while still bickering with them, they suddenly blurted out their feelings for me.

And I, obviously, was left stunned. Mhin took that as an opportunity to kiss me which ended up in a make out session… Probably something more if you want to interpret it as that… After that whole ordeal, we set off to find evidence that can be used against those corrupted nobles.

One small issue: Sir Donovan's bratty daughter is a huge obstacle that will ask us to play with her and that if we say no, she'll throw a huge fit. But if we said yes, she won't let us go until her parents eventually catch us. Another problem is that we rushed in her room without knowing it was hers with how much I was panicking. (Mhin let me lead the way and only got slightly disappointed when I lead ourselves to the wrong room :})

But now we're struggling to escape from there because Sir Donovan was just outside her room roaming the hallways while her daughter is walking around in her room playing with different variety of dolls. Eventually, Mrs. Donovan caught us but didn't do anything.

She even picked up her child and is putting her to sleep while looking at us with eyes that screams despair and hopelessness. Apparently, the dream made it canon that Sir Donovan is a yandere and that their marriage was against her will. She then averted her gaze at us. Almost as if telling us that we must go now that he's no longer roaming the hallways.

Seeing this made me feel really bad for her. Even Mhin who is usually tense and cynical towards others, softened a bit seeing her in such miserable state. Mhin nodded in acknowledgement and this time, instead of dragging each other around like before that little accidental confession from Mhin, we were getting out of there hand in hand to meet up with everyone else.

As we were still running, they stopped mid-way then muttered, “I'm gonna kill Sir Donovan…” I instinctively grabbed their wrist to stop them from running. I tried convincing them that they shouldn't go and that we don't know what Sir Donovan is capable of. They then clasped my hands together, telling me to keep running and don't stop until I'm back to where we first split up before finally letting go of me and running off.

I desperately shouted their name and chased after them with me already tearing up but they were too fast for me and I immediately lost sight of them. Cliche, I know but either way, I felt vulnerable without Mhin.

Unlike them, I don't have a built-in instinct to navigate my way to find them or to find the way back. I ended up somewhere in a different noble's house. For some reason, dream me decided I ain't getting paid enough for this and proceeded to commit robbery while gathering evidence lmao.

I managed to grab some evidence, lots of money, and escape from there but I was still a bit lost and badly missed Mhin. I eventually found a different group that is also one of our homies. I even saw Leander was there. They noticed how gloomy I look and that Mhin isn't with me.

They decided to give me some space because of it. Vere appeared in the scene and commented on how I basically like a sopping wet cat and he wasn't wrong with that LOL. Until after a week and a half in the dream, I still desperately looked for Mhin hoping that they would come back as everyone that watched me felt pitiful. It eventually got too hot irl and I can't stand the probability that something bad happened to Mhin so I woke up lol.

#touchstarved game #touchstarved shitposting #touchstarved mhin #the mhin dream #mhin my beloved <333 #i have no regrets

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chweverni · 6 months

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got the music in you, baby

pairing - lee jung chan (dino) x reader synopsis - yes, you are the youngest in your family; yes, you are the perfect pancake with no personality; yes, you're overlooked, a lot actually. and maybe a guy you had no intention of making friends with, actually gets you. and maybe you kinda like it. warnings; kinda angsty, they turn from ?? to ??(with possibilities of being lovers in the near future), reader trauma dumps to dino but that's all! (also this kinda revolves around middle school so sorry for that <3) author's note; exam szn ended y'all!! but this was kinda written based on my life lol i've been having a hard time irl lately but its fine, bc just like dino, i never bow <3 btw dino is pink!!

today's the last day of exams, you're sitting in front of your school desk, with your answer sheet which you revised three times already. honestly, the test today was quite easy, and you don't understand why you cried over the stupid dates in history when they came up in MCQs instead. you sighed, as you checked the wall clock.

three minutes more till the final bell. you began spinning your pen in your hand impatiently, as the invigilator got up from his seat to collect your papers. you packed your belongings in your bag and the bell finally rung. chaos was restored as students got up from their seats to discuss their answers with their peers.

you would've talked with them too, if it weren't for lee jung chan, your desk mate who got you first.

"y/n-nie!! wait up for me! we have to talk!"

you turned around to face the boy in confusion, as he smiled at you. "how'd you do in your test?". why was he asking me that? you tilted your head towards the right and asked why. chan simply replied, "eh just curious how my amazing desk mate did in her test, nothing more, nothing less." he shot out his smile again, this time holding your shoulders and turning you back towards the door, as he pushed you outside along with him.

"okay, what do you want?"

"so i was wondering if you'd tell me what you were up to just a few days earlier at the convenience store nearby at 10 pm into the night?"

what the fuck. how'd he know about that?

okay, let's rewind back to last saturday and find out.

"mom! i ranked second in that math olympiad i attempted earlier!", you screamed from your room with excitement. you ran outside your room, carrying your laptop to the kitchen to show her the e-mail. "how much did your sister get? check that for me pretty please." your mom replied, eyes fixated on the vegetables she was cutting on the cutting board. ouch. you did as she asked anyway and replied,

"she got 52 originally but after counting in the negative marks, its added up to 32, placing her on the 15th Merit rank."

your older sister stood beside your mom, explaining why she scored less, your achievement being long forgotten. i mean, is wanting encouragement and appreciation from your parents selfish? you watched your mom as she comforted her and talked about some tuition classes your sister could sign up for to score better next time.

your mother admired your sister more, because the first pancake is always spoilt, and has more personality, with burnt edges and unwanted curves which made it interesting. the second ones were more perfect, made with care in the beginning, just to be eaten afterwards. they had no personality or quirks. and maybe you were fine with being perfect. but maybe not. atleast not this time.

you got up, headed to your room, picked up some money from the drawer and went outside to the convenience store nearby. the clock read 9:45 pm. but man, you really craved something spicy to burn down your throat because a big lump had formed there, and it was definitely not thinking of going away.

you went inside, and bought two cups of instant ramen and opened one immediately as you sat on one of the mini tables there to eat.

you wanted to feel fine, but the parasitic thought of being an unwanted child rang at the back of your head. you had experienced numerous instances where your achievements were overlooked by your lovely sister, who always seemed to do it better the second chance. you didn't really mind it all these years, but it had finally reached your head and wasn't planning on leaving.

thinking about it involuntarily pulled out tears from you and you began ugly crying your eyes and heart out as you slurped in the spicy ramen. god, this felt so good. all the weird burdens you tucked away in your sleep were lifting off of your body and you cried more. it was therapeutic to do and you wondered why you didn't do it sooner.

and little did you know, lee jung chan, your deskmate at school, who had just gotten there to get himself a can of soda, had the perfect luck to be a witness to this.

now, he could let it go, but he could not, possibly.

because if it weren't for his very big and obvious to everyone but not you crush on you that made him stop on his way back and think about approaching you after exams at school, he would've totally just stride back home and study.

back to the hallways, dino stared at you with high expectations, that you'll tell him what happened, while you just stood there,

"why are we doing this again? i think we've talked like three times this whole year."

"it's actually eight.. but never mind!"

"you counted?"

dino just cleared his throat and looked at you with those piercing eyes of his again.

i mean trauma dumping in front of a teenage boy who you barely knew didn't feel like a foreign concept because boys were stupid and how was chan any different?

but something about his demeanor made you dumber, and you proceeded to tell him everything about last saturday, as you two walked out the school, towards that same convenience store.

chan was surprisingly a good listener and you noticed that he would think it through and ask," can i advise you on this?", which you found really cute but you're too tough to actually admit it.

both of you counted the money you had on yourselves and bought two cups of instant ramen again.

now you stood across dino, in a mini table, and your conversation now concerned cats, instead of your very terrible saturday.

"don't you think naming cats Ivan, The Terrible would actually be accurate? as they literally assert their dominance on your bed after they become comfy!"

"and how would you know that?"

you asked, a playful smile plastered on your face, as you noticed the slight red blush that ran through his face due to the spice levels of the ramen. that kinda made your heart flutter, but you ignored that. chan replied soon after with a cute pout on his face, "because i own one! they're so bossy! i literally scoop their heavy duties with my hand and that's how they reward me." You chuckled at his words.

"did you just.. chuckle?" "am i not allowed to .. ?" "so you did!"

chan's smile grew wider over the seconds and he began rambling with the speed of light, "OMG! i made you smile! oh wait- a chuckle is more than just a smile! i made your mood just ten times brighter! we should totally hang out more! see, our interests line up so well! you're welcome to come and hang in my house anytime, y/n-nie! i'm always there, teehee."

woah.

that was.. something.

why'd that something make you feel giddy?

the end! (or nah depends on you! yes, you! lmk if you want an extension of this!!)

all creds to chweverni only on tumblr. come back for more! reqs for short drabbles are now open woohoo!!!!

#seventeen #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #lee jung chan x reader #dino fluff #dino x reader #dino svt #lee jung chan svt #lee jung chan #im a big dinonara #the ending was rushed #im so sorry

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officialambassadorfrisk · 1 year

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DnD Adventure 22 - Moss Edition

Shades was tired so you get me instead!

Half of us aren’t here so Dans, Undyne and Cam just got eeby deebyed

“Oh shit… everyone’s gone” -Dess, still slightly cooked

Frog: Now what?

Dess: We’re gonna go kill Dans’ fuckbuddy I guess

Frog: …what’s a fuckbuddy?

Tori: No-

*wheezing*

Charaty is dying help

Discussing whether we should talk to Steve or just kill him

“Murder is wrong” “Only if you get caught”

Suzy wants her own dick club and Tori said no >:( let her cook!!

Dess is approaching Steve!

“Hey do you deal in curses and dark magic? Are you, perhaps, a stupid motherfucker?” DESS STOP

He says he doesn’t know anything. Insight check for Dess! It’s a fucking nat 1! She leaves.

“He does fuck Dans a lot” “HE WHAT!?”

Undyne’s not here with Soupnik so now what?

Dess really wants to kill Steve lmfaooo

We’re going to the inn! Frog wandered off because of course they do

Side quest time!

Dess asks another adventuring party to move so she can see the notice board. A fairy turns around and tells her to go shove a stick up her fucking ass. She pulls out the dick club. Fairy is confused as fuck we’re going great

Dess calls him short and he tries to challenge her to a fight. His friend, a centaur, stops him and pulls him away

Dess reads the notice board! There’s a green dragon a while away. Dess tells Tori and Suzy that they should go fight it and asks the fairy and co (Magpie, btw) if they wanna come. He gets mad because they were already gonna fight it. She calls him little. He says he’s not little. She tells him to say that to her face, so he flies up and punches her in the face, so Dess grabs him and swaddles him like a baby. The third group member, a goblin, finally turns around and agrees to come with them.

Time to find Frog! They’ve been busking :] they got 24 gold they’re so proud of themself. The centaur introduces herself as Tymeneus and says the goblin is named Stags.

Off we go!

Tymeneus asks how they started travelling together and is very confused lol

We’re here! Tori rolled a nat 1 on investigation and looked directly into the fucking sun. We’re doing great

The dragon is here!

“Holy shit that’s a dragon” -Dess

Dess then tries to flirt with it but Magpie shoots it with his longbow! Goddamnit Magpie

Suzy attacks because of course she does! She does a whole 12 damage! Roll initiative

Tori uses lightning bolt! Unfortunately Suzy was directly in front of it so she also takes damage. The dragon is judging Tori lmao

I am bad at notes esp during combat um it’s shit lol. Also it’s judging Dess for the penis club

FROG JUST DIED!? I’M???

Undyne shows up and kills it! And then immediately goes to help Frog

They’re back! Just like Frisk fr

Undyne bear hugs them because holy shit. Tori reminds her to be careful, trying not to cry while Frog just has a thousand-yard stare and then starts crying my poor child :( Magpie is judging Dess for antagonising them when the kid just started crying

Undyne is trying to comfort Frog gaaaah. Dess pipes up and asks Tori what Dans is gonna do when he finds out Frog died. Instant lightning bolt. Undyne hands Frog to Tori ;-;

Dess introduces the other group and says they’re part of the ‘Dick Club’ now. Undyne is pissed because this isn’t the time for jokes. Dess says that’s the name and that Suzy agrees. Suzy tells Dess to shut the fuck up and joins in on the hug. Tori gives Undyne a look and she kinda sighs and picks them up in a bear hug and Dess leaves.

Undyne puts the group down and talks to the others. Magpie seems to recognise Undyne. She does Not recognise Magpie. Tymeneus heals Tori and Frog and the gang leaves. Undyne checks on everyone and admits that took a toll on her as well. Emotional vulnerability?

Anyway, they head back to town to get a room so everyone can rest.

And then we talked about Undertale!

#moss post #dnd adventures #drugs cw #jic #anyway yeah fun session!

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sapphic-schizo · 9 months

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had a dream where i was supposed to be writing a paper on the effectiveness of weed in treating alcoholism but instead i decided to try to solve the disappearance of a local psychic. i was in a classroom with a bunch of people and suddenly we saw that it had snowed like four inches in september without anyone noticing. i went outside to check it out and there were a bunch of dead great white sharks washed up on a beach and a frozen dead horse.

i noticed some wooden boards on the ground and it looked like there was something underneath them so i pressed my foot down on them and they snapped and the opening led into a house that had been buried underground somehow. the opening was looking down on the kitchen and there was a sticky note on the fridge that said "psychic???" and something scribbled out below that.

so i went and grabbed my two buffest friends to go explore the house with me. one of them was a butch british woman btw. the other was some himbo. and when we went down into the house the note on the fridge had changed and now it said something like "little girls should stay in school." i saw a shadow moving in one of the doorways and this guy with a cane came out so i picked up some long pole thing to fight him with. i tried to trip him but he just kept nimbly jumping over the pole lol.

he somehow time traveled away and took my butch friend with him so i started freaking out cause i had no idea where to even start to try and get her back. meanwhile some other people i knew had gotten a call from the fucking cheesecake factory saying that since it was one of their birthdays they were making a special delivery for them and to meet their driver in some parking lot and they went and also got fucking kidnapped.

#dream journal

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honey-beanie · 2 years

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Book Reviews

[I'm planning to do book reviews since I just recently got back into reading after the longest time. The last time I remember picking up a book willingly was in 6th grade when I read warrior cats lol. But ya I plan on doing book review but we will see how long this lasts as it takes me a while to finish a book because of my major procrastination but also the fact that I have school.]

𓆉 𓆉 𓆉

Percy Jackson and the Lighting Thief

Just for some context before I get into the review, I have never read percy Jackson. There were always the book divide back in middle school, you were either a percy jackson fan, harry potter fan, twilight fan, or the furries in the corner reading warrior cats [I sadly was one of them, i'm not a furry btw]. One of my friends was a huge fan of percy jackson at the time [during middle school] so during the summer I was scrolling through pinterest and saw this fanart, I knew it was from percy jackson and I was hella bored so I decided to get the book and read it, and let me tell you, I don't regret it.

Before going into the book: I didn't really expect anything since I knew absolutely nothing about the book, all I knew was there was a horrible movie, and that there was this thing called camp half blood witch I thought that majority of the book was going to take place in sort of how harry potter takes place in Hogwarts most of the time. But I have the attention span of a two year old so reading a full book for the first time willingly in a long time was going to be hard. So I did the uhinkableble... I watched the movie. Now hear me out that movie was such a bad movie, like I knew it was bad but sometimes you want to watch a bad movie, but watching this bad move made me want to read the books even more, so I thank the movies. But I will say I love how the movie made camp halfblood look, like it looks exactly like how I imagined it to look.

Overall book: The overall book was good, the fact that this was the book that got me back into reading says something. I loved the characters and the little adventures they went on to make it to the end goal. This book also made me much more invested in Greek mythology than I already was. There were some parts were I started to get board since it was kind of like an adventure book, and some of the adventures were a little boring or I wished some of the adventures would last longer, ex; the casino I wished it lasted a little bit longer, maybe I was heavily influenced by the movie which made the casino part way longer. Also the movie did a horrible job portraying the book like I felt like the movie I watched and the book I just read were not the same thing, but I guess it was good since I didn't get a huge spoiler.

Characters: I originally thought I wasn't going to like Annabeth, because if she was anything like Hermione from Harry Potter than you can just get her out of here [as you can see I personally don't like Hermione]. But I was proven wrong, there were some points that I didn't like her but I didn't hate her, like I felt like we could be friends or something, overall she was an okay character. Grover was okay he wasn't anything special for me but i never hated him. Now my favorite characters, Aries and Percy, ill start with Percy. I love Percy he was so adorable and I loved how sasy he was, like gave no shit that the gods could be listening to him at sometimes. I usually NEVER like the main characters since they always seem the same, but Percy proved me wrong his sas and the way he acts like a main protagonist but with some sas, it makes his personality all the more perfect, so now Percy is my favrote character and I will protect this pure bean for eternity. Now my more controversial favorite character Ares, now hear me out. I like Ares cuz he gives me badass toxic dad energy, like he is not going to take anyone's shit, especially if its coming from a kid even though he acts childish himself. My favorite parts of this book was the interaction between Percy and Ares how Percy didn't give a shit that he was a god who had more power he wasn't going to be pushed around, then we have ares this cool god being told of by this child while Annabeth and Grover are like in the corner praying for there dear life that Arese doesn't do anything to them.

Rating: 𓆉 𓆉 𓆉 .5 / 5 turtles

Overall I give this book 𓆉 𓆉 𓆉 .5 / 5 turtles, it was a good book to start with and get back into reading but its not something I see myself reading again, like it was a good experience for a one time thing, maybe in the near future but as for now i'm satisfied with the book.

#bookish #review #percy jackson #books #book #book reviews #percy series #book reccs #booklover #bookaholic #pjo

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elijahkelly · 1 year

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4/23/2022

TW: assault, s*xual misconduct

I am typing this at the desk at work. This is my first official shift as a Building Supervisor! It’s super cool but I have a headache and my allergies are fucking with me so I’m struggling to enjoy it.

I’ve already resolved that I won’t be posting on here every day but I have had a lot go on so I need to fill my imaginary audience in on the details. This post is gonna be lengthy, btw.

So I wouldn’t say things are crazy at the moment, but I think it’s safe to say a lot has changed. Starting with Starkville Pride. They are the center of all pride activity in the city of Starkville, but they’ve been dealing with their share of controversy as of late.

My friend Hayden was a member of the Starkville Pride board and a well-known drag queen in the Starkville area. He performs all the time and is always doing something for the community. Long story short, he filed a report of assault against one of the other board members, someone who I personally have had uncomfortable experiences with. On top of this, there has been drama between Hayden and one of the other well-known Starkville performers, which eventually spiraled into Hayden being removed from the board. He was also going to be crowned Miss Starkville Pride 2023, but due to the circumstances had the potential title taken away from him. There are so many details I’m neglecting to mention but my headache and allergies are distracting me from getting everything 100% accurate.

Before hearing about the Starkville Pride board drama, I had been nominated to be the Starkville Pride 2023 Ambassador, which was essentially a title given to someone in the community who is nominated for having pride and being a prideful member of the area. After I had learned about my nomination, I learned about the drama going on with Starkville Pride. Being Hayden’s friend, of course I sided with him instead of SP, so I sent them an email graciously thanking them for the nomination but politely declining.

I would’ve been bummed about not accepting the nomination, but I had also applied to be the Media Director for another Pride group in the area known as FLARE. They’re the primary Pride organization for the Mississippi State University campus. They have more student-involved events and I applied to be on their board. On April 20th, I received an email stating that I had been elected to the position! I am very excited, and my first meeting with the group is tomorrow!

Now let’s talk about 4/20 :)

This was my very first 4/20 to participate in, and I had so much fun! Between two of my classes, I sat on the drill field with Dylan and my friends Missy and Grant. Grant brought his dog, Rambo (who is SO CUTE), and was letting me hit his dab pen a little bit. When I got to a buzz, I went to my Experimental Psychology class. I’ve never gone to class high, but it was actually really fun.

After class, I went back and sat on the drill field with Dylan, Grant, Missy, and Jess. I was still a little buzzed, and the weather felt incredible. It was really nice just sitting out there with friends.

I walked home with Grant and Missy. We went by Grant’s place first to drop off Rambo, and I played on his keyboard a little bit, then he played some too. It made me really want to get back into playing piano.

We went from Grant’s place back to mine, where I changed and we dropped Missy off to hang out until Dylan got out of class (they went to get drinks to celebrate Missy making it into grad school!)

Grant and I headed off to pick up Ozzy at his place. Grant was high bc he smoked a little more, and Ozzy had been smoking since he got home from class. So my mission was to get them back to my place so I could smoke some more and catch up to where they were. So that’s what we did.

When we got back to the apartment, Ozzy, Grant, Becca, Trent and I stepped out onto the patio and smoked for a little while. Then it was pretty much just hanging out until later that evening. There was a music festival thing on campus that Ozzy wanted to go to. So around 8:30, we walked to the music festival and hung out for a while. When we were ready, we walked back home and just chilled until people were ready to go home. It was so much fun, and it just makes me happy to think that I have met people in Starkville who I can spend time with and do this kind of stuff with.

The last thing I wanted to write about, I initially wanted to write a lot about but my headache is only getting worse the longer I stare at this screen, so I’ll keep it brief.

Essentially, Heather and Becca are fighting... again. Heather likes the living room area being clean, but since Becca spends most of her time in the living room since she doesn’t have a tv in her room, she likes to leave stuff out so she can have easy access to it. Heather has every right to prefer the living room to be clean, but the issue is how she addresses it to Becca. She does so in a harsh way that doesn’t encourage Becca to make any changes, it just makes her feel worse about herself. And Becca has been going through a LOT. I couldn’t imagine being in her shoes. So she has developed some not-so-healthy coping mechanisms to handle the weight in her life. Both Heather and Becca are reasonable in their sides of the situation, but also could both handle the situation easier. It’s just frustrating when they get like this and it’s hard to even feel comfortable in my own apartment.

But that’s really all I have for today I think. I know its a lot, so I have to say thank you if you made the decision to read all of it. Until next time.

#gay #lgbt #lgbtq #nonbinary #life #update

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blueberryrock · 2 years

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For Wednesday Word Play -- how do you feel about some Gigolas? :o

Dude the fucking power in my neighborhood went out lmao, I think another transformer blew up, but that's why i'm up so early and got your drabble done!! But im meeeelting rn, it's so stupid hot in my room, ugh, but hopefully the power comes back on! I have a class today dammit!

And btw i am CHANNELING this gif in the drabble and legit the rest of my stories, just fyi. But enjoy my friend 💕💕

Rules, Requests, and More!

His hair was long. Much longer than he normally would like it to be. Much longer than he can really manage, which he had finally noticed after the ring was destroyed, but now with that threat no longer looming over his head and celebrations looming instead, Legolas can finally relax.....kind of.....

With a sigh, his fingers comb through his now mid-back length hair and snag on a small knot. Untangling it quickly, Legolas glances at the mirror before him. With a small snort, a smile creeps onto his lips as he continues to gaze at himself. I look like Ada, he thinks to himself before grabbing his brush.

Humming as he works, Legolas nearly flings his brush at the mirror as the sound of loud knocks on the guest room door echos through the small room. Grumbling to himself, Legolas strides to the door preparing to chew out whoever is waiting on the other side of the door. "I am terribly sorry," he begins, swinging the door wide open. "But I am very bu—Gimli!" Heat slowly creeps up his neck as it always seemed to do whenever Legolas spots the redheaded dwarf. "D-did you need something?"

"Aragorn had me come to get you," Gimli replies, crossing his arms over his chest. "We were wondering what was takin' you so long. I had told him that all elves tend to be late to this kind of thing."

"Oh yes, umm, I was trying to braid my hair," Legolas starts, brushing some of the fine strands out of his face. "But it has gotten too long for me to manage on my own you know, so the braids just fell apart in my hands!"

"It has gotten long hasn't it," Gimli agrees. Silence falls on them quickly, sparing a glance back to the vanity he was perched at, Legolas nibbles on his lip. "Well, I should get back to it then."

Gimli nods, slowly rubbing his hands anxiously together, which Legolas silently picks up on. He had only done it twice before, the first being when he had asked the Lady of Light for his gift and recently when he had asked Aragorn if he could have a guest room next to Legolas. Putting on an innocent face, it was only a split second later when Gimli had asked "would you, err, do you want some help then?"

Visibly freezing, Legolas' grip tightens on the guest room door as he registers what Gimli had just said. "I just thought that I have some experience with braiding long hair," Gimli quickly mumbles. "A-and I understand if you wouldn't want me to do it, I know it's important to elves as it is to dwarves."

"Do you know how it is so special?" Legolas says sharply, his eyes meeting Gimli's.

"Yes."

Well then, the blush quickly creeps up Legolas' neck to his cheeks and even his ears. "Come in then," he squeaks, tensely shifting to the side to let Gimli pass. Stiff as a board, Legolas slides onto the small stool in front of the vanity, grabbing his brush to anxiously flick the bristles he nearly broke earlier.

Am I going to do this? Ada would ve so upset, he thought anxiously before hearing Gimli getting into position behind him, Legolas wordlessly passes the brush to him and keeps his gaze down at his hand.

No turning back now.

The feeling of warm fingers gathering up his hair makes Legolas flinch softly, silently wondering how red he is and if Gimli can tell.

"If you're uncomfortable laddie, I can stop," Gimli hums, pulling Legolas's gaze to the mirror.

"No, no," he begins. "You can keep going. I just.....I haven't had anyone touch my hair since I was an elfling." And with that, Gimli gently runs the brush through the elf's hair, marveling at how soft it is and the few knots it contains.

Legolas' gaze falls on his red face in the mirror, wondering to himself if would Gimli notice. "Do you have a specific style you'd want me to put it in?" Gimli hums after running Legolas' brush through his hair a few times.

"Do you know how to do my normal braids?"

"Aye, I do."

"Then Aragorn and his court will have to put up with that," Legolas says, earning himself a small chuckle from the dwarf now moving to the side of him. A small gasp leaves the elf as Gimli's fingers start the braid just above the base of his ear. Turning an even darker shade of red, Legolas shakes off Gimli's odd look, letting the dwarf swiftly continue.

When the finished braid drops from the dwarf's hands, Legolas doesn't hesitate to immediately inspect the new and beautiful braid. Running his fingers gently over the smooth and tight braid, Legolas furrows his brows when he finds something had and smooth securely placed in his hair.

"Gimli," he finally speaks after rolling the round object between his fingers, his heart beating at the thought of what it could be. "Correct me if I am wrong, but um, is this a courting bead."

Met with nothing but silence, Legolas turns his head to meet Gimli a small smile tugging at his lips to find the dwarf as red as he is. "So what if it is?"

"You should have said something."

"You know I am bad at asking about these things," Gimli mumbles, focusing his gaze on the braid he was fiddling with. "I've already finished your elven courtin', I didn't think it'd matter."

Legolas hums a response as he continues to play with the small bead adorning his hair. It was a beautiful dark wooden bead with a small doe etched into the smooth surface. "Mmm I suppose not then," he snorts softly, turning his gaze back to the equally as red dwarf. "But it is beautiful, and I gladly accept your courting offering."

"As do I," Gimli replies with a smile of his own. It doesn't take him much longer to finish Legolas' braid, nodding to himself at his completed work, he quickly steps away to let Legolas stand. "Suppose we should get going then?"

"I suppose so," Legolas nods, beaming with joy at the sight of his new bead. "I guess this doesn't help the elves being fashionably late does it?"

Gimli chuckles as he steps out the guest room door "It doesn't no."

"Well, I appreciate it," Legolas hums, closing the door behind them. "All of it. Thank you meleth."

"You'll have to tell me what that one means ya know."

"I do, perhaps after the ball then? Don't want to keep our Lord waiting any longer."

"Indeed we do not."

#lotr #the hobbit #legolas #legolas greenleaf #legolas thranduilion #gimli #gimli son of gloin #gigolas #gimli x legolas #legolas x gimli #fotfics #ft. razzy

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strangelysamantha · 3 years

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hey, i have a jj maybank request! fem!reader, possible angst!

so basically, y/n is a pogue and gets along with the other pogues (john b, pope, sarah, kiara & cleo) except for jj. y/n is always bright, a total sweetheart and bubbly and jj…hates it.

john b recently opens up a surf board shop on that stranded island that they’re on?? and he leaves y/n and jj alone to polish some boards hoping that they’d get along. jj complains about every little thing y/n does and starts calling her names. she gets really upset and storms out the shop to clear her head. she goes by the water for a swim but a dangerous tide picks her up and jj notices and saves her?? hopefully this makes sense!

the deep end ☆

jj maybank x fem!reader.

warnings: mentions of drowning, jj being an asshole, swearing.

words: 1,674.

summary: jj somehow finds everything you do annoying to the point he criticizes everything you do. john b thinks of a plan that will ensure his two friends will befriend each other. it was working at first, until it wasn’t.

request? yes!

a/n: y’all have such good ideas what the?! thank you for the request! if you enjoyed please like and comment. this is angst with fluff at the end. <3 BTW i am from missouri and have never surfed so i hope i got the polishing of the surfboards correct. :)

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john b always had a plan, well usually he did. if two of his friends were fighting, he would always find a way to get them to get along. he knew that stranding kiara and sarah on a boat together in the middle of nowhere would force them to fix their friendship. so, with that knowledge, he knew that he could do the same thing with jj and you.

you were always nice to jj, he just seemed to get annoyed with you all the time. you didn’t know what you had done, if you had even done something. he just always felt the need to critique you. it became harder and harder everyday to ignore him.

since washing up on the abandoned island, john b was ecstatic for his brand new start. unsurprisingly to anyone, his first idea for creating a new civilization would be a surf shack. he started building it right away. you would occasionally help, but he was determined to do it on his own so he would always send you away.

“okay! john b what would you like my help with? i can do anything you need. just let me know.” you smile brightly at john b, while he stared at you. “listen, i love you. but, i don’t need your help at the moment. you should talk to everyone else.” you frown at his words, “fine. but you better get me the minute you need assistance.” he nodded. “will do.” and with that, you left joining the others.

jj was talking to cleo before silencing upon your arrival. “hey everyone!” you smile at the group in front of you. “hey! how’s john b?” kiara asked. “i think he is good, he’s actually pretty much done.” you play with the bracelet on your wrist. kiara nods, “that’s great.” pope smiles, “statistically speaking, we can’t ensure that his shack will be entirely safe as he built it all on his own.” you stare at pope. “true… we’ll let’s hope it doesn’t collapse on him.” pope smiled at you, glad you listened to his random fact.

jj groaned. “awe, how sweet pope!! you found a girl who wasn’t disgusted by your weird and useless knowledge.” you gasp in shock, “jj! shut up you are so rude.” jj laughs, “it’s just a joke, why do you always have to be so offended?” you glare at jj. “jj it’s not funny, you’re just a dick.” pope sighs. “it’s okay, don’t worry.” you frown in popes direction. you quietly pull away from the group. you walk to an area of sand, plopping yourself down. that’s when john b approached you.

“hey, remember when i told you i would come get you when i needed help?” john b smiled at you. “yes! do you need my help?” you tilt your head to the side, waiting. he nods. “i need you to wax up some of the boards i made.” you nod. “okay! sure.” he walked you to his shack, helping you set up. you began waxing the board, paying attention to the direction and the amount of wax you were applying. john b waits a minute watching you, before he decides to leave.

after a minute, you see jj approaching the shack with john b who held a smug smile on his lips. you shake your head, confused. “friends.” he looked between you and jj. jj held an unamused look on his face. “as my close friends, you will wax these boards for me. you can’t stop until you guys fix whatever feud is going on between the two of you.” john b stands his ground. jj scoffs, “we don’t have a feud.” you nod your head in agreement. “jj is right, his hatred is definitely one sided... it is not a feud.” you laugh softly seeing jj send a glare your way. “yeah okay. whatever guys. just fix it, and if you even try and leave, i’ll send cleo after both of you.” your eyebrows lift in shock. you mutter a quick okay, returning your attention to the board.

jj stares at you, watching you apply the wax. he couldn’t help but get upset. everything you did just made him annoyed. he grabbed the wax, working on the board right by yours. silence falls over the two of you. it’s not awkward or weird, it actually feels quite normal. until jj interrupted it so he could judge you.

“youre doing it wrong. i mean come on.” you stare at jj, “jj please just focus on your own board.” you shake your head, continuing to polish the surfboard. he glares at you. “whatever. just keep doing what you are doing, and then john b or i will fix it after you.” his attention turned back to his board. you rolled your eyes. “i will, thank you.” he breathes in, inhaling the waxy scent. “you are so annoying you know that?” you ignore jj’s words, focusing on the board. he continues, “i mean everything you do. everything you say, it pisses me off.” you nod slightly. “you done?”

“no, actually i’m not.” you bite your lip, fixating on the wax that is spreading along the smooth surface. jj stops waxing the surfboard. you look up to see he is already staring at you. “you know, you act like you are better than us, i mean why do you hang out with us anyway?” jj waits but continues when he realizes you won’t reply. “you are fake, you are so upbeat and bubbly that it’s annoying. you are a double sided two faced bitch who says anything to get in good graces.” you inhale, looking up at him.

“listen jj. we are stranded on this fucking island. TOGETHER. so either drop it and move on, or just shut the fuck up and stay away from me.” you place your hands on your hips, breathing slightly staggered from anger. “everyone speaks so highly of you saying how great you are; but the only jj i’ve met is a total douche. if you hate me so much then just stay the fuck away from me. if you continue you’ll just be wasting your breath and energy anyway.” jj holds back a laugh at your sudden outburst.

“you really think if i had the choice, i would want to be here? especially with you?” jj asked, you already knowing the answer. you stay silent. “exactly. no one can deal with you for that long anyway.” you roll your eyes.

“whatever jj. you win.” you toss the wax to the side, frowning. you don’t turn back to him, you just ignore him. you start to walk towards the beaches seashore. it was getting slightly hot, so you decided to take a dip into the water.

you were salvaging the few moments of freedom you had, before you got john b’s and cleo’s wrath from leaving the scene before mending the friendship with jj. it was practically impossible. what did jj have against you? you tip toed into the water, getting deeper and deeper. you floated at the top of the water; the coolness feeling great on top of your hot skin.

jj truly had the biggest nerve, your mind was overwhelmingly clogged. you felt seaweed scratch against the bottom of your foot, this caused you to jump, your adrenaline levels rising since you thought it was a fish. you try to remain afloat, but the high tide caused the waves to crash right over you repeatedly, being faster and higher than ever. you went above water trying to shout for help, but your mouth was filled, causing no sound to come out. you thrash against the water, kicking to stay afloat. your throat was burning, your legs tired from kicking, and your lungs filled with liquid.

a pair of hands wrap around your stomach, dragging you out the water. you were placed on the warm sand. “shit.” jj stared at you. your head felt light. jj’s hand began pumping your chest, curses falling from his mouth. “come on, just breathe. please.” you cough, the salt water exiting your lungs, and dropping onto your neck. you gasp for air, opening your eyes to be met with jj’s face. you breathe heavily for a minute.

“jj… thank you.” you sit up, pulling him into a tight hug. your hands wrap around his neck, one of them grabbing his hair. his arms held tightly around your waist. his chest was heaving heavily, shaking slightly. “i hate to be so cliché j, but you genuinely saved my life.” he frowns at you. “i almost lost you.”

jj’s confession confused you. “what?” you say softly, your hand combed through his hair. “look. the reason i’m so mean to you, is because i knew that if i was nice to you, my already intense feelings for you would only amplify.” you frown at him. “you’ve had a crush on me this whole time?” jj nodded. you went to talk, but your friends interrupted the moment.

john b rushed to your side, kiara and pope swiftly behind him. “what happened!! we were watching from over there.” john b pointed in a direction farther away. “one minute you were swimming… the next you we’re gone!?” you wipe your neck, trying to dry it off. “jj saved my life. i almost drowned.” you frown, the group in front of you nodded. “im so glad you are okay.” kiara bent down pulling you into a hug. “i’m glad you are safe now too.” pope joined in on the hug; as well as everyone else.

sarah, kiara, and cleo bend down, reaching for your hands. they help you up, dragging you to your feet. they walk you away from the crowd, bombarding you with questions. “so when you were drowning what did it feel like??” you turn around watching jj, you smile slightly before turning to them. “oh get ready for the amount of details i’m going to give you guys.”

possibly a part two…??? not sure yet :) <3 also!! i’m proofreading this tomorrow since i’m not entirely sure if it has errors or not! ily!!

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Hi! Are you still writing? If not then disregard this, but I was wondering if you could write the first meeting between Logan and reader that was mentioned in Blast from the Past? I think there was something about a skateboard and a torrential downpour if I’m not mistaken haha. Thanks so much! And I love your fics btw :)

Hi! I am also a big fan of your writing too! :) Thank you so much for being incredibly patient with me on this request. I apologize for how long this has taken me to get out, preparing for graduate school has left me with much less time to write than I anticipated. I’m sorry for the wait, but I hope you enjoy the first meeting of dear reader and Mr. Kitty Claws <3

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Zzzt.

Do tell me, please, why you presently found yourself alone at sunset (which-by the way-you couldn’t even see through the thick, gravely, storm clouds) on a remote hiking trail, optimistically ignoring the forecast for torrential rain, with only a windbreaker, backpack, and your longboard tucked under your arm?

Zzzt.

I mean, really, this is how young women like you got chloroformed, dragged through the bramble, and stabbed on the stale and musty floorboards of a serial killer’s cabin.

Zzzt.

And you can’t even fucking skate on a mountain trail.

Zzzt Zzzt.

Did I mention no cell service either? Oh, and how about that creepy dead, freshly killed deer a few minutes back on the side of the trail?

Zzzzzt-zap.

This time your sharp reflexes and highly precisioned energy electrocuted two mosquitos out of this dimension before they could land on your collarbone.

I get it though, mosquitoes and the sky teetering on the edge of cracking open aside, this was what you needed right now. This is where you needed to be right now, even if this was the world’s most questionable hiking trip.

Canada was indeed everything you needed and more. Sure, you had to constantly use dingy porta-potties and lactic acid inducing manual labor while you were working in the field. But it was rewarding and interesting and most of all it gave you a break from..well...you.

It seemed a bizarre decision by your family to pack up and leave for another country, even if it was only one border away. From their perspective it was hard to comprehend why a woman in her mid twenties in the summer of her first year of graduate school at NYU would want to galivant around in the remote corners of British Columbia. She should be networking with scientists and politicians she’s met during her internships, attending lavish banquets for anthropological research, and of course extending her plus-one invites to her loving, supporting, family.

You audibly scoffed at their idealistic fantasy.

Charles and your friends at the mansion couldn’t have been more encouraging. When the professor had told you about the opportunity to work at archeological dig sites of ancient excavated First Nations villages in the farthest Canadian wilderness from New England yachts and neon kissed skyscrapers, you couldn’t say yes fast enough.

You mentally chanted to yourself that this was a much needed reset as the clouds hungrily followed the crunching of your boots against deceased maple leaves. The looming canopy of conifers seemed to gain density as your steps dodged the slugs that emerged from the dirt to worship the incoming blessings of rain. You let the creaking of the wind against the broad trunks of the pines and the grayed blanket of air wash the stress from the work week away and lull you into a false sense of calm.

The first droplets of rain tapped against the ferns in a gentle percussion as you weaved over precariously growing roots. You used your free hand to fling your hood up and zipped your jacked as far up as it could go in preparation for more precipitation. Through the thin fabric your ears picked up a rustling in the brush that was definitely too grounded to be the wind.

Playful, hoarse grunts erupted from the ferns as two grizzly cubs rolled out of the bushes and onto the path in front of you. Your eyes threatened to pop out of your head as you watched them tumble through the pine needles and bite at each other’s ears.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Curses looped across your mind as your breath began to quicken in the eerie silence that now overtook the forest. Azure energy crackled along the spaces between your fingers as they twitched in fear.

Shit , you were a city girl. And they never offered classes on how to defend yourself from threatening wildlife at university or the mansion. Are grizzlies the kind you need to play dead with? Or climb a tree? Fuck you couldn’t even climb the stairs half the time without getting winded. One thing you did know, however, was if the babies were here than their mother-

It happened so quickly that your mind struggled to keep pace with your fingers. An unmistakable breathy growl manifested to your right as the mother in question charged you. Your flight instinct was first to kick in as you scrambled backwards down the trail. You only got a few feet until the slick bark of the tree roots caused you to slip and tumble to the ground. Your board flew out of your grip as your butt hit a particularly plump root. You winced at the pain but didn’t have much time to nurse your fall when the lumbering beast was almost on top of you.

You choked out a cry as you sloppily turned over and began struggling to get to your knees. You felt yourself being lifted by your backpack as the bear’s teeth ripped through the canvas of your bag and threw you off the path. You flailed on your descent, landing on your stomach as hot tears began streaking down your terrified face. You felt yourself being shaken by the straps as she roughly tugged you from side to side. With a vigorous scream you flipped to your side, adrenaline contorting your fingers to expel electric energy. A boisterous crack sent shockwaves through the canopy. Angrily your assailant bellowed at the discomfort of your energy webbing itself through her face. She snorted but lurched forward once more, her jaws a ghost on your neck. Her hot breath barely dusted your cheeks before energy shot outwards from your hands that shielded your face from becoming dinner. A pained yelp followed by another crack met your ears as you placed your buzzing palms down. The bear and her babies were hightailing it off in your opposite direction. Instant guilt washed over you as you noticed the bald spots woven through her copper fur where your energy had badly burned her.

As you began trying to calm your spinning mind you glanced up, squinting through the droplets, to see that the crack you had heard was your energy raking through the treetops and searing them straight off. The gateway you had made for the rain now left you damp and wallowing in your painfully heaving chest, sore ass, and shame for hurting another creature.

Logan let out a sigh as the muscles of his shoulder blades stretched with the roll of his arms. His axe was weighty in his hand as he leaned down to pick up another piece of birch trunk and placed it on his chopping block. Arms up and axe over his head, he prepped himself for his swing and brought the axe down with a thunderous clap.

His brows furrowed at the commotion. Indeed, the wood was now evenly split, but the chopping block was still in one piece. He momentarily contemplated the limits of his strength when crows flew from their pined perches.

“That’s definitely not normal.” He muttered to himself. He focused all of his senses in the direction of the commotion when his ears picked up a scream. Instantly he ran to his pick up truck, forgetting he still clutched the axe in his hand. Once he was in the driver’s seat he chucked it into the back as he slammed his foot on the gas, wheels kicking up dust as he sped down the dirt road.

Logan drove until the first trailhead emerged from the thicket. He felt his claws nipping at the skin of his knuckles as he slammed the door and jogged across the soggy dirt. The screaming had ceased, but Logan could smell the musky stench of a bear nearby. Sure enough as he went deeper and deeper into the forest he saw sets of fresh tracks squelched into the mud. Retracing the animals’ steps he let out a breath of relief at the woman who was beginning to sit upright.

Halfway through dragging yourself upward you heard heavy footfalls on the path. Your head whipped towards the sound in dread, not mentally prepared for another attack. Your wide eyes met with those of a man; his sorrel tresses were dislodged from flying through the crisp breeze, his flannel was casually only buttoned mid chest, and lord his hands.

Your mouth fell agape at the metal daggers that resided between his knuckles. Their metallic sheen was amplified by the raindrops that cascaded down them. At first, you felt tinges of fear that he was the axe murderer that you had always been warned about. But in those eyes you could only read concern.

Logan picked up on your uneasiness and put his hands out in front of him in a non threatening gesture. The energy that still flickered about your body did not go unnoticed by him as he put the pieces of what must have happened together. The stench of bear, the booming, a hole in the trees, a young mutant lying on the ground in the aftermath of defending herself. He willed his claws ever so slowly back into his hands as he watched you become entrapped by his anomaly.

He was like you and you were like him.

“You’re-” You began, still gawking at his mutation. Logan was used to people ogling at him in fear, disdain, and abhorrence and even with you being a mutant he wouldn’t have put it past you to react the same. But your initial alarm had washed off with the steady stream of rain and what was revealed was a mixture of relief, apprehension, and curiosity.

“Mhm.” He simply answered with mutual acknowledgement. He battled with taking a few paces forward to help you up but he didn't want to stress you out any more than needed.

“What are you doing in my forest?” He asked as he watched you groan and finally sit up.

“What are you, the fairy guardian of this place?” You mumbled, riding out the final waves of your panic. Logan cocked an eyebrow in mild amusement. He waited while you rolled your wrists and checked yourself for any bleeding or sprains. You were satisfied with suffering only a few cuts to your cheek and arms where sticks had kissed just beneath your skin. The dull ache of where your tailbone struck the root took the place of your endorphins.

“Can I help you up?” Logan asked softly as he kept his hands visible and empty. You answered him with an apprehensive stare as you contemplated. You figured if he really wanted to hurt you, especially after realizing your powers, he would have already. When you nodded Logan walked towards you and offered you his hand.

“Are you gonna zap me?” He lightly chuckled before you could connect your palm with his. His comment offered a small smile from you.

“No, unless you try something.” Your quip faded into a grunt of discomfort as his strong arm pulled you to your feet.

“You alright? You don’t look like that bear took any chunks out of you.” He inquired as the warmth of his hand left your grasp.

“How did you know it was a bear?” You asked with a knitted brow.

“I heard you scream and saw bear tracks on my way here.” He responded simply. You hummed and let out a shaky exhale when the coil in your lower back tightened as you attempted to stretch it.

“I’m fine, just shaken up. I’m more worried for the bear…” You trailed off as your guilty conscience overcame your thoughts. Even when you could have become their next family meal, you had reservations about using your mutation to hurt others. Logan huffed in disbelief at your selflessness.

“Seems like you didn’t really have much of a choice. What else could you do; its not like PETA will ever find out.” He shrugged. You kept your guard tilted high but even gilded iron defenses couldn’t keep you from observing his handsomeness. In the newfound proximity you wandered the hazel pathways of his irises in the company of the distinct smell of cigar and pine. He wore the rugged boyishness of a young man in his smooth skin and wolfish smile. It clashed ever so lovely with the maturity that embodied his stance and sturdy build.

To any dismay you could have had, the roses that bloomed on your cheeks did not go unnoticed by him. Alluring curiosity spread across his face. He wouldn’t deny that-despite your disheveled hair, the dirt that coated your jaw, and the aura of a wet puppy-he found you beautiful. Any seductions that ran through his mind aside, he liked to think he was chivalrous enough to push the brakes on a girl who just got mauled by a bear.

“So, wanna explain why you were electrocuting a bear on a remote hiking trail?” He pressed as he shifted his weight to one side, bringing his boot to prop up and rest on a protruding root. You gulped, your pride about getting lost still dangling from a few frayed threads.

“Do you wanna explain why-uh-you’re also here on this remote hiking trail?” You countered and crossed your arms. Your voice quaked with residual nerves that were the opposite of threatening.

Logan stared at you through the rain. The clouds were weeping more intensely now and their tears kissed his dark lashes.

“I have a summer cabin. Gonna answer my question before we both end up taking showers out here?” He replied with a tinge of annoyance as his hair grew slick with the incoming rain.

In the space that filled your gap in speech, a vivacious thunderclap steam rolled through the sky. As if on cue, the rain absolutely poured through the leafy umbrella above you and instantly began soaking the two of you.

“Shit!” Logan exclaimed at the now sticky feeling of his flannel to his chest. You flipped the hood of your raincoat up as quickly as you could, but not before your head was thoroughly waterboarded.

“WHAT NOW?” You shouted over the roaring water. Logan’s brow furrowed under the assault of droplets.

“My car is parked not that far from here.” He yelled with a nod in the direction he came from. You bit your lip nervously at the thought of following a strange man to his vehicle.

“How do I know you’re not some weirdo?” You contended.

“We’re both weirdos, sweetheart.” The term of endearment slid so effortlessly on the remark about your mutations and left your cheeks hot against the cold rain. “You can trust me, or you can get soaked out here. Your choice.”

What other option did you really have? Your mutation couldn’t protect you from freezing nor could you send sparks into a wet log to create a fire. He obviously knew this area well, he made sure you were unhurt, and he was like you. You took solace in all of these notions and reminded yourself that you could use your abilities as a last resort.

“Fine. But metal is a great conductor for electricity just so you know.” You warned and Logan cracked a half smile. He then began jogging up the trail.

“WAIT.” You called and he halted in his tracks. You ran over to the brush and sifted through the ferns to tuck your longboard under your arm. Logan did not have the time to question the absurdity of you bringing that with you on a hike but a look of perplexity was evident on his glistening features. He ran at a much slower pace than he would have had he been alone. He made sure he could hear the squelching of your footfalls as you pushed through the stinging at your tailbone and followed him back to his truck.

He unlocked the rusty vessel swiftly and the two of you plopped onto the pleasantly dry seats. You threw your longboard on the floor of the passenger’s seat and heaved a sigh of relief to be out of those woods. You immediately slipped your soggy shoes and socks off. While you peeled your drenched raincoat from your form, you glanced around the interior of the car.

Not trashy-save an empty beer bottle and an orange Reese's wrapper.

No guns. You figured he didn’t need a gun with claws like those.

A worn, auburn leather jacket hanging off of one of the back seats.

“At least you don’t have an axe.” You chuckled more to yourself than him. Logan comically averted his eyes ever so slowly to the back seat. He sighed when he didn’t see the weapon in question for it must have fallen under the seat.

Logan's car was getting an all natural, no expenses paid power wash as the two of you stared in awe as the rain slid down the windshield in swift rivers. It left zero visibility outwards aside from the running water.

“I...don’t think you can drive through this.” You stated the obvious.

“No shit.” He replied, his voice laced with a velvet rumble off of the metal frames of the vehicle. “We’ll have to wait it out.”

You nodded and couldn’t fight the large shiver that sprung from your lower back all the way up to your ears. Your torso may have been kept dry but your head was soaked and so were your legs. Logan arched his back to reach behind the driver’s seat to grab his jacket from the back.

“Here.” He offered gently, straightening it out and laying it on your lap.

You blinked at his simple act of kindness. Grabbing the smooth leather, you brought your knees to your chest and layered the jacket over your body from your legs to your shoulders. Heat rose to your cheeks as it did the rest of your body as you curled into his jacket.

“Thanks.” You said and gave him a grateful smile. “Aren’t you cold too though? You didn’t have a raincoat on.”

“I’m fine. One of the...perks of my genetics.” He replied in dismissal of your concern.

“Damn, kitty claws and not being able to feel the cold? You lucked out, dude.” You commented with a light hearted tease. Joking made you feel less vulnerable, less stupid for putting yourself in this situation. Logan rolled his eyes at the frilly name for his adamantium blades.

“I know your mutation before I even know your name.” You commented with a small chuckle.

“Logan.” He answered, the velvety gravel of his voice rippling through the rain at the windshield.

“Nice to meet you, Logan. I’m Y/N.” You said and held your hand out expectantly. When you locked gazes, both of you were temporarily enamored in the chromatics of your eyes. He seemed to realize this before you and smoothly took your hand in his without ever wavering his eye contact. He gave your hand a quick shake and withdrew it back into his lap. His palm was so warm against your clammy skin. It made you wonder how the rest of him felt.

“I honestly didn’t expect to meet anyone out here, let alone another mutant.” You exhaled at the lingering impossibility of the situation.

“That's why I’m here, usually it's pretty barren people wise. That brings me back to my question; what are you doing out here?” He pressed. As he waited for an answer, he shifted to relax into the corner between the seat and the window, amber eyes alight in the dimmed shadow of the rain. You fiddled with the worn hem of your makeshift blanket for a few moments, letting the waterfall outside fill the silence.

“Today was supposed to be a relaxing break from work. Evidently it didn’t turn out that way.” You exhaled and leaned your head back on the seat’s headrest. “I saw this park along the way to one of my work sites and thought it looked like a good place to be alone. Now I know to research bear population concentrations before going anywhere.”

Logan understood. That’s the whole reason he lived half of his life as what some would proclaim as a hermit. Partially to save others from getting hurt by him and partially to keep himself from getting burned by the unknown mistakes of his past and the anonymity of his stolen memories. He wasn’t your dad so he wasn’t going to hound you too much about it. But, even if you held the power to break the trees with a thunderclap, he couldn’t help the protective feeling that bubbled up his throat for the sweet woman next to him.

“Do you always charge head on into places you know nothing about? And with a skateboard?” His words betrayed his increasing fondness for your adventurous spirit.

You didn’t come all the way to Canada to be lectured. (Well, besides in your internship.) The question could have been taken as aggressive, judgmental, or prying even. But in his tone was genuine curiosity framed underneath the light scolding.

“I thought it would be fun to learn how to longboard while I’m out here for the summer.” You confessed and sent a testing look this way. He let out a rich chuckle.

“And a hiking trail is the ideal place for that.”

“I thought maybe there would be a bridge or paved path…” You scowled at his sarcasm.

“I get it though, we all need alone time. And there’s not a better place than the forest to do that.” A sigh tailed his sweet comment. You were grateful for it, for despite his banter, he didn’t make you feel like a stupid kid. Not entirely, at least.

“You’re not from around here then?” He continued.

“No, I’m from New York actually. I’m here on a grad school internship.”

“Ah, a city girl. That explains the blind enthusiasm.” The corner of his mouth turned up in a cocky half smile. Your glare only grew in intensity at his teasing.

“Long way from home.” He noted and you hummed in agreement.

“Is your degree in wildlife conservation?” He threw you one final lithe jab.

“Haha.” You said pointedly, but you couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across your lips at his handsome amusement. “No, cultural anthropology, actually.” Logan let out an impressed whistle.

“What about you? Are you one of those people who abandoned their life to live off the grid?” You asked tentatively, realizing the conversation had been solely focused on you.

“Not exactly. I’ve got a couple cabins across the country-like summer and winter homes. When I’m out here, I work at the lumber yard. When I’m in Alberta, I work at a bar.” He responded as he wiped the condensation from his side of the window, a hopeless attempt at checking through the wall of rain.

“So you’re both a lumberjack and a bartender? Wow, eclectic.” You praised his line of work.

“More or less.” He left out that the only things he tended to at the bar were bloodied knuckles after embedding them into his opponent's gut during each cage match.

You chatted idly as the rain continued to wash away the hectic afternoon. You talked about your work, about your home. He talked about his cabin, about his travels through BC and Alberta. Between your lips the two of you wove personal stories but excluded intimate details. He was still a stranger, after all. Even if the complexity of his humble nature and mysterious lifestyle made him one of the most compelling strangers you had ever met.

As the storm raged on and time flowed in waves at your windows, you began to doze off. Logan resigned to resting his eyes himself while keeping his ears peeled for a let up in the rain or any disturbances.

Until he heard your little grunt of discomfort.

In your sleep your head had grown heavy and lolled to the side at such an angle that Logan was sure you would wake up with an insane neck cramp. As gingerly as he could, he rolled up your now dry raincoat, gently placed his hand on your cheek, and propped your head onto the makeshift pillow. His eyes softened at the utter peacefulness of your relaxed form; the way your eyelashes embraced your plump cheeks, and in your tranquility the erasure of any semblance of the past few hours.

“What?” You whispered, pretty eyes now meeting his in groggy sweetness. Logan blinked in surprise but didn’t take his eyes off of you. He felt delicate wings against the chambers of his heart.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He warned lightly. Under your honeyed look his nerves felt like they were being bathed in a pleasant hum. He wondered if your energy could feel like this.

“You’re a secret softie.” You declared with a sleepy giggle. Logan pursed his lips at the cute accusation, but didn’t deny it.

“Go back to sleep, bub.” He said lowly. You let the warm tambour of his voice mixed with the crisp pitter patter of the rain send you back to sleep.

When the storm would finally pass, Logan would drive you back into town. You would part ways, then, not knowing the impact you would have on each other’s lives mere months later after the summer rain bled into the crimson fall and arrived on Xavier’s School’s winter doorstep.

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