The dusk air was thick and heavy, not unusual for a day in November, but there was a crackle of something....more within the very atoms of this dusk. Y/n dragged her feet, scrape....scrape....scuffle..., as if she was unable to control where the wind pulled her body, powerless to this higher power that seemed to lead her where she *needed* to be, but didn't want to go...the one place she vowed never to turn up, the place she prayed she would never need but...tonight, tonight was different. Her body broken and bruised, her healing factor failing her for the first time ever...the dampener had worked....she was *vulnerable*, attacked for being born a "monster", a mutant. The wind followed her all the way through the bustling streets she used to play on as a child, now turned to streets of hatred and darkness, color and lights drained from what they once were.
The city that never sleeps....now seemed to turn over and let the lights dim, no one needs them if they aren't awake and active...especially if one insignificant person needs them, the lights will cater to those who " matter more"...those who are *normal*. The gates of Xavier's mansion looked overhead....here goes nothing...but suddenly she stopped, knees buckling, collapsing into a broken pile of flesh and clothes...consciousness fading as footsteps crunch on the gravel, followed by a gruff growl...one distinctive growl.
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The harsh clinical beeping of heart machines ring through my ears as my eyes flutter open. Where the hell am I? I think to myself as the glaring lights blind me, rubbing my eyes to adjust to the sudden light. Was I dead? Was this heaven? But no if it was heaven I wouldn't be greeted by the one and only...Logan. The one guy who didn't care for me in the slightest...I don't think he forgot our little....hook up last year on my birthday and how I left without a word.
"Fuck" I muttered to myself "Logan....hi.." Mustering up the courage to look him in his eyes, piercing and dark in all but color.
the salt and pepper beard, the v line, the hairy chest, the veins in his arms, the abs, the clenched fist, the old man pose, THE VEIN ON HIS LOWER STOMACH!!! HANG THIS PHOTO IN A MUSEUM
see that tub in the background? we’re washing each other’s hair and fucking in there 😚
no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream, and see the light…
