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this was a result of me reading this post/conversation between @originalaccountname and @iwritenarrativesandstuff (hope you guys don't mind the tagging skjfksdjf) and getting really sad about Chuuya â and I had been rewatching the Dark Era episodes for the billionth time and was thinking about Oda and Dazai hugging Ango while they're all smelly to make him go with them, and so I thought "ok what if Dazai did that to Chuuya but in the process they both accidentally discovered how touch-starved Chuuya is"
#I just want Chuuya. to get hugs. he needs them#...now I'm thinking about Dazai finding repeated excuses to 'pester' Chuuya by hugging him#mori walks in on them aggressively cuddling on a couch and just kinda raises his eyebrows#dazai and chuuya in unison: WE'RE BULLYING EACH OTHER#...hmm#also thinking about#Dazai hugging Chuuya during the dungeon reunion scene because he knows Chuuya probably has not been getting any hugs while he was gone#meanwhile Chuuya is just hissing at him like a feral cat#...fuck I might also have to draw that at some point#bsd#bsd dazai#bsd chuuya#my art#bungou stray dogs#skk#soukoku
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finally got to introduce Halbarad to Puddin, went far better than expected! Puddin wasn't upset about Halby at all and they've just been playing most of last night and all morning
#they're two little balls of zoomies who really needed a friend to play with#but I expected Puddin might take some time to warm up to him y'know? the Humane Society said he wouldn't do well with other cats#so we were really worried about it#but he's been doing fine. he never hissed or growled even once#he was just like 'weird there's a baby here now? ok.'#and little Halbarad is just like 'PLAY PLAY PLAY PLAY!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!'#and Puddin (also just a little baby) is like 'o shit play? it's play time? play!!!!!!'#I was initially worried watching them play just bc Puddin is so much bigger than Halby but he's been very gentle#anytime he plays with our arms he never uses his claws or bites hard and the same seems to be true here#Puddin is being very good :) he might be a crime boy menace to society but I think he'll make a good big brother#Puddin the cat#Halbarad the cat
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three baby werewolves walk into a bar (only one walks back out)
These Violent Delights, Micah Nemerever / Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays, Christa Wolf
#boyd&erica&isaac.#the way there's not a single shot of the three of them without derek being there too.... jeff i'll fight you#anyway... They<3</3<3#i think about freshly back from the brink of death erica. adjusting to being a new fucked up kind of omega#her bones don't fit right. her claws feel sharper. her teeth more blunt. something is /wrong/ with her wolf#but she recognises that she's effectively been given an out. so she takes advantage of it. lets ppl believe she's dead#it hurts her to think that isaac might be out there mourning her but she's also too scared to see him again :D#she feels bad! she got bo/yd killed! got herself almost killed too! and isaac was right to join scott at the end of the day#and she knows that now but she still doesn't want to admit it! her first instinct is always gna be to run baby!!! (rip)#thank god she has allison (and baby britney<3 hiss hiss). she'd be so much more miserable otherwise.
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Hazbin BatB AU Preview
Charlie pushed open the door, smiling at the gentle chime that wound through the shop. It was louder than such a little bell ought to have been able to make, but only if you listened the right way, like her mother had taught her. Looking into one of the dim corners of the shop helped resolve Alastorâs shape out of the shadows, even as he stepped onto the floor-proper of the bookshop.
âCharlie! You little demon. Back so soon?â Charlie could never help the way her smile widened to match Alastorâs grin.
âMorning, Al! Yeah. The chickens were actually fine, but the goats want way more food.â She spread her arms like she was sketching out a rainbow. âWe reached a compromise,â she added, reaching down into her bag to present him with the borrowed spellbook. Al gave it a cursory once-over that it seemed to pass â the shadows wrapped around it and ferried it back to one of the half-hidden shelves.
âLast time it took you three days.â Alastor looked at her sideways over his glasses, his grin widening a fraction. âWell done.â
Charlie felt like she was glowing. She beamed back at him.
âHave you got anything new in?â She bounced on her toes. He considered her for several long moments before slipping sideways. She blinked, squinting a little to keep an eye on him.
âNot new, exactlyâŠâ He wandered alongside the shelves, running his finger across the spines in his way. After several steps, he stopped, tapping one of them and sliding his finger up to pull it from the shelves. â...Iâve little use for this one,â he announced. He slipped back onto the floor again, holding it out between them. âGo ahead and take it.â
âOne-Thousand and One Nights?â Charlie was startled by a smart rap to the top of her head.
âLook,â Alastor instructed. Charlie blinked down at the book, watched the cover waver and melt away.
âLove in All Its Forms.â Charlie wrinkled her nose. âAl, Iâm not gonna lie, love spells...kinda have rape-y vibes.â She peeked up at him.
âWell, Iâve memorized the spell for dispelling love.â Alastorâs gaze wandered to the window. Charlie followed his gaze to watch a duck fall out of the sky. She grimaced, hugging the book to her chest. âIâm giving it to you, regardless. May as well see where it takes you, no?â
â...Yeah. Okay.â
âAttagirl!â He cried, clapping her on the back. She summoned another smile, smaller than before. He gave her another once-over. âWould you like a charm for your way home?â He extended a hand. Technically, the answer was yes. Alastor charged pretty steeply for his workings, though, even for her. Sheâd only brought along enough money to cover the deposit he sometimes charged her for borrowing from the magical library â even that was an indulgence, she was pretty sure, that came out of frequenting the bookstore since she was a kid dangling off her Momâs hand.
âNo, thank you.â She managed to maintain her smile as she pushed his hand back toward him. He hummed, closing his hand. He tilted his head at her.
âWell. Better get along to your father, now.â Her smile widened at the familiar eye roll. âSafe travels, Charlie.â
She waved at him as she departed the store. After a few steps, morbid curiosity drove her to start leafing through the book. She found herself engrossed. The book wasnât as bad as sheâd initially assumed, but it wasnât super stellar, either â a spell for finding a lost loved one could be great if they were scared of being alone; less great if they were scared of you. That spell Alastor had mentioned, about dispelling love â he was clearly happy knowing it, but Sev was her closest friend, and if sheâd used something like this when she was heartbroken, sheâd never have known.
This book, like a lot of Alastorâs spellbooks, had notes in the margins. It was in several hands. Charlie imagined it was a student-teacher or parent-child kind of deal, but Alastor had never contributed. For one thing, the first time sheâd brought it up to him, heâd complained about it for forty-five minutes, which had been a little hilarious. For another, most of these people wrote in cursive, but Alastor tended to use the same neat print he used for his bookkeeping everywhere. The potion recipe correction that had caught her eye now was done in a flowing cursive. She squinted at it, trying to figure out if it was correcting the measurement or the ingredient itself.
ââSup, lâil hottie?â Charlie was so glad for the book. It covered her grimace for the few moments before she got her face under control.
âHi, Adam.â She avoided breaking stride, hoping she could just leave him behind, but he slipped around behind her, grabbing the book as he went. She sucked in a breath, worried and angry, but when she turned to him, he looked about as disinterested as he ever did. âAdam,â she said, carefully calm. âMay I have my book, please?â
âHot and smart, huh?â He waggled his eyebrows at her. She tried not to gag. âNot even one single picture â really?â He flipped through a few more pages. Well, at least that reassured her that he still couldnât see. There were plenty of diagrams in the book.
âItâs called a chapter book for a reason.â She made herself sound as cheerful as she could. Adam rolled his eyes. She reared back. For just a moment, an intangible wind rippled through her hair.
âCharlie. Babe.â She couldnât make the wind die down, but either Adam somehow wasnât seeing it, or he wasnât noticing how weird it was. âChapter books have got nothing on reality.â Adam flung the book over his shoulder, and Charlieâs breath caught in her chest. It arched through the air and â Oh God, oh fuck, it didnât matter if it was a present instead of a loaner, if Alastor ever found out she let one of his books land in the mud he would kill her. âRealityâs got me,â he added, even as Charlie dove past him to rescue the book. He paused a moment, and she thought maybe he would apologize, but then â âGod, that ass.â
She shot to her feet, book in hands, glaring at him. At least the wind was getting kind of tangible, so it wasnât so weird that it was picking up her hair any more. Adam was holding up his hands in surrender, but there was a lazy expression on his face that made her angrier.
âLook, baby. Come on over to the bar, and we can get your book on a nice, safe little table, and Iâll make sure no one uses it as a coaster or anything, and you and me and Lute can all...get to know each other.â
Charlie shuddered. She managed to keep a hold of herself long enough to take a deep breath.
âMaybe some other time,â she lied. Since sheâd already dove into the mud, she went ahead and started wiping the mud from the book with the sleeve of her blazer. âPlease,â she added. âI gotta go make sure Dadâs all packed.â
âGotta make sure Loony Luci doesnât pack three rubber ducks instead of his toothbrush?â Lute quipped, coming up from behind Adam to stand just behind his shoulder. He snickered. All at once, the wind was back.
âDonât talk about my Dad that way!â
Adam scrambled for a moment, and then turned around to flip Lute off. âYeah, donât talk about her fucking Dad that way!â
âMy Dadâs not crazy! Heâs a genius,â she snarled.
BOOM!
Charlie whipped around, the wind gone again. Smoke was rising from the basementâs open windows.
âShit!â She took off at a run over the bridge, leaving Adamâs spluttering laughter behind her. It seemed like the cloud was already dissipating as she crested the hill, so she felt safe deciding that the house wasnât actually on fire, but she didnât bother slowing down, sliding in the dirt as she stopped in front of the basement doors. She threw them open, recoiling from the smoke.
âDad?â
ââS okay!â He called back. Through the smoke, she saw him bent double, wheezing. âJust. Did the rubber duck test a little later than planned.â
âUm. That looks. A little...exploded. Are you sure you just put a rubber duck on one end?â
âYeah.â He sighed, scrubbing a sooty hand through his hair. âI didnât think it was that dependent on balance, but. Good to know. âCause not everyoneâll use it the same.â He glanced back at the machine. âIâm just glad it didnât fall apart.â
âItâs a mechanical chef, right?â
âWell. Chefâs being a little generous. It is supposed to kind of automate a kitchen, though.â
âAw, but cooking is so nice. Why would anyone wanna automate it?â She reached out to poke at the axe on the end of it. Dad caught her wrist with a practiced, gentle hand.
âPeople with big houses are always doing dumb things with their money, CharChar. What if some little kid inherits a big olâ chateau and half the staff ditch? Sheâs not gonna know how to hire more, and the butler will be too busy covering duties to do it for her. So. Lighter load for the butler, more time to hire staff â maybe less staff you gotta hire, too!â He cried. âAnd it can work in little provincial places, too, for the folks that donât have as much get-up-and-go as they used to.â
âThatâs so sweet.â Charlie clasped her hands together in front of her.
âSo the boilerâs dependent on being right where it isâŠâ Dadâs voice lowered until he descended into muttering, circling his contraption.
âDo you need any help to have it ready for tomorrow?â
âNo. I shouldnât, no.â He flapped a hand. After a moment of staring, he crossed his arms, holding onto his chin. âHand me the â uh â dog-legged clencher...thing, if you donât mind, actually.â Charlie smiled, rummaging around his tools for a moment until she could pass one to him. He disappeared from view. Charlie watched quietly for a few minutes, but then she looked down at her book. She grabbed a spare rag and began cleaning it carefully, standing it up and separating the pages, just in case.
âDad?â She almost chickened out at the last second, and she wasnât entirely sure he could hear her over the sounds of his work.
âCharlie?â He echoed. She was still staring at her book. She considered Alastorâs disinterest in it all. Adam constantly asking to âget to knowâ her. How she and Sev worked so much better as friends.
â...Howâd you and Mom meet?â She wasnât sure it was what she meant to ask, but it felt right when it came out. The sounds of Dad working stopped, though. The basement was silent for a good few minutes.
âIt was at a party,â Dad admitted. âOut in the garden, actually. We both picked the same tree for âjust needing some airâ.â
âWhen did you know sheâd be...Mom?â Charlie waved a hand at the house above them, even though Dad wasnât looking.
âI realized I couldnât imagine not seeing her every day ever again.â Dadâs voice was a little thick, and Charlie ducked her head. Silence reigned in the basement again. Dad wiggled his way out from behind the invention and gathered her up in a hug. Charlie was forced to face that this blazer might be a lost cause.
âWhat brought this on?â
âNothing,â she lied.
â...You know Iâm hoping to get us back out of here with this, right? Maybe back out to the city.â Dad rubbed her arm, but then he straightened, eyes wide. âDo you want that, too? I mean, I know this is where your Mom grew up, and she really liked it here, but I just thought...you always just fit right in there, yâknow?â
âI liked the city, Dad.â She promised, smiling. âI miss it a lot. ...Iâm a little worried Momâll finally come back, and she wonât know where to find us. Yâknow?â
âI know,â he whispered, gathering her into another hug. âAlright. Iâll think about it. It only matters if I win, anyway. Right?â He grinned sardonically.
âWhich you absolutely will!â Charlie cheered, standing up. âCâmon, Dad, put me in charge of something!â
âGo ahead and hitch up Dazzle, kiddo. I think it only needs a couple more adjustments.â
âAye aye, Captain!â She gave him a snappy salute before rushing back out up to the stables.
#hazbin hotel#beauty and the beast#fanfic#writing#this fic is kicking my ass#honestly i'm just trying to pad the timeline/fill in relationship development and my brain is not jiving#i should probably just skip ahead but my brain doesn't wanna do that either#i made some decent progress today tho#i'm realizing a lot of people were so eager to do disney aus in order to parody the songs#i'm over here poking them with a 10ft pole and hissing#one of the biggest changes that may change draft-to-draft is instead of having Lilith Ambiguously Missing#i might have her just On Vacaton or Looking for Something and coming back near the end#that being said i've written the whole first draft with her on a bus#so she may stay on the bus#also frustrated with myself cuz i've done more charlie&alastor genuine-parental-relationship than Chaggie stuff#i'm aware i need to work on that now tho
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Hehehe >:3 got a kissie and some headpats from a pretty girl >:3 muahahahahahaha >:3
#sorenhoots#sometimes i remember that i am living the life that i ached for during lonely years#like i just get to wake up and live my gay little life??? kinda fucking awesome even if many other parts of life are very stressful#im so glad i met my wife who loves me for who i am đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„° and đđđ heheh then i met my other partner???? like. i thought my wife made me#the happiest i would ever be and then WOOSH i met ANOTHER person who makes me incredibly happy? i did not know the happiness could DOUBLE.#i figured it was like 0%-100% and my wife made me like 100% of my capacity for happiness and then its like 200% now and im realizing that my#capacity to experience joy and peace isnt static and frankly probably increases steadily over a lifetime as i grow and change and learn to#appreciate things more. anyways im in a content happy lil gay mood this morning :3#my partner got to visit us recently to help us get emotionally ready for some stressful stuff but now the most stressful parts are done and#now that the stress is fading i am finding so much happiness has been in my chest waiting to burst! it was sooo good to see my partner hehe#and the situation is even cuter because my wifes partner also came to visit and my wifes partner is my partners wife also so like. adorable#symmetry. my partner and my wifes partner have another partner and if you draw out a little diagram of us you will see it is shaped like a#house :3 a square with a triangle on top :3 hehe metamours everywhere :3 super super super wonderful metamours. its literally almost like a#fairy tale to have a polycule??? like?? im so excited to live somewhere that isnt like 9 hours from them. oh my god they also have a cat and#shes the cutest. me and my wife have a cute cat also and we are like đđđ tenatively anticipating that they will get along đđđ ive#specifically worked with my cat to help her know how to behave around other cats. my neighbor is retired and does TNR on the local strays#and they get attached to her and hang out in her backyard or her house lol like one snuck in and this was before they had any cats and they#didnt know he snuck in until he hopped onto her bf's chest at night to snuggle up. and hes a big cat and if you felt him drop onto your#chest in the pitch black of night you might absolutely mistake him for a racooon or possom or some other beast. anyways he sneaks into all#the houses down the street apparently and is just kinda like âthe retired people down the streetâ's cat lol. and daisy would hiss and yowl#out the window at him but i always tried to show her that he is friendly (and give her treats to attempt to tell her 'he isnt a threat. have#a snack. see? if he was a threat then we would not be having snacks.' and eventually he ran into us while i was letting her outside on her#harness and!!! i was absolutely ready to defend either of them from the t#other but they just cautiously sniffed each other and then laid down. it was fascinating to observe. daisy also responds really well yo#to meeting new people :3 though she proved me wrong by hiding from some maitenence ppl recently. but then she met my metamour and was pretty#much instantly like 'oh ok ur family? sounds gok#sounds good.' so thats cute and i hope if we end up in the same house with the other cat in the polci#polycule. well i hope they get along!!!#idk what we would do if they didnt. there are lots of other housing arrangements (like renting a duplex or next-door apartments or#something) but i want them to get along anyways :3 no matter what sort of living arragement works out best. i think theyd be good for each
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honestly i think chuuya shooting dazai in places other than his head is also proof of his awareness. like, fyodor said to take him out. if chuuya was purely following orders, why would he take these extra shots? that's just wasting bullets, yknow? no, he had a purpose there. either to "punish" dazai for drowning him, or to create those craters in the wall, as if to show fyodor he hasn't swapped the gun for smth else...? i dunno. as others already pointed out, other than the forehead, he shot him in non-lethal places or even in places that won't even harm him beyond losing relatively little blood, so he's definitely conscious enough for that
this, in addition to being conscious enough for dazai to provoke him into almost punching him, is p much confirmation for me that chuuya is at least somewhat aware of what he's doing, and therefore yeah he's def working with dazai here somehow
#all that being said. I'm enjoying all the comics where he comes to his senses only to see dazai dead by his hand. yum yum yum i love angst#but yeah these are my takes and I'm 99.9999999% sure of them both:#1 dazai isn't gonna die 2 chuuya is aware enough to resist the brainwashing effect of vampirism and to disobey fyodor's orders#dare i say he also looks way more normal than he has at first?? no longer hissing or sweating... hmmmmmm#maybe the water washed some of the brainwashing off :P#i also like the theory abt the mafia staying vampires after this arc but like. conscious. so he might be an example of what it'd be like?#now I'm just rambling sorry hehehe
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Comparing your hot new Feminist Greek Retelling book to Jennifer Saint or Natalie Haynes is the fastest way to make me run in the opposite direction
#rev's rambling again#hissing like a goddamn cat at these books#but also if i have to see many more of these books i think i might scream#because not one of them is appealing outside of the covers being pretty
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#being demi in todayâs dating culture or whatever is very lonely actually#itâs never rly smth anyone wants to put up with#if i meet someone i think is physically attractive and i find them interesting and they happen to also like me then i have to explain to#them that i wonât actually want to do anything or even like them romantically for several several months#like even if this hypothetical person asked me on a date they couldnât even hold my hand#iâve always said iâm going to be the type that has to be friends with someone for a long time first before anything happens#but the problem with that is 1) iâm bad at making friends 2) if i ever do make a friend that i actually like romantically thereâs no reason#they would return my feelings#so iâm always either asking someone who might be interested in me to hold that interest for an indefinite period of time or rolling the#dice and hoping that friend feels the same#i canât just date. i canât just meet someone and be like i like you youâre attractive#my best friend got on hinge and found a bf in like. 2 days and i hate her bf but thatâs not the point#sorry i act like the stray cat you leave food out for and inch closer as i eat over the period of a year until i finally sniff your hand#without hissing and scratching immediately#none of this makes sense and thats bc itâs 3am#sam speaks
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payoff of being embedded in a unit of authoritarianism since birth is sure then being able to go like "wow this is just like dynamics & phenomena i experienced up close & personal, repeatedly, in many contexts & configurations in my first two decades of life" plus also beyond that in abuse culture world & the noncoincidence that even interactions beyond the confines of the home(tm) reinforced / did not contradict the hierarchy & concomitant abuse within....but then like hey yeah also the Larger Units of hierarchy & abuse / authoritarianism (ft. their logics & practices necessary for continuously & continually shoring up that hierarchy) can also make it like hey yeah the Two Parent abusive nuclear family more like the Two Party [the US is also a one party state but in typical american extravagance they have two] where right wingness is defined by the degree of directly embracing white supremacy & "left wing" is "anything else" hence like wow The Left is always infighting (everyone with any ideas besides "umm christofascist white ethnostate?" so like yeah there are many other ideas) vs The Right's admirable cohesion (simply re: the white supremacy idea which also necessarily embraces all other Out Group / Nonperson paradigms & practices b/c that's what all already has been necessary for shoring up the [when has the US been a nongenocidal non white supremacist non oligarchy])
like obviously individual experiences & contexts vary but like narrowing in on [the Family as immediate relations ideally cordoned off into nuclear households] ft. [Parental Authority the top priority of which is preserving that authority, ideally patriarchal, an abusive mother e.g.? hey, that ought to be the father] times it's like, think people tend to struggle re: having the "nicer" / "safer" parent who was also shitted on as well but also at the end of the day would always side with the "meaner" "more dangerous" parent, even in whatever terms most sympathetic to the abused parties, with the underlying logic that we're always just going to have to deal with them so some secret strategic mitigation is the best that can be done, perhaps the equivalent of being sent a ":(" after an Onslaught Of Expressed / Enforced Authority(tm) event....the tendency to see the best in any lack of actual intervention / protection on the assumption That Could Never Happen Anyway & forever At Least that the one parent isn't as bad as the other [the Not That Bad / Could've Been Worse infocation, like free bingo square in manifestations of minimization if not outright abuse denial] & all the sympathy for, you know, being human & doing their best(tm) &c which sure might all be true but the abused parties (oft children, more vulnerable than adults, by virtue of being children i.e. considered legal property of some specific adults & theoretical property of any adults in general (the paternal logic in any "protect [xyz]" like maintain one group's supposed ownership / control over [xyz] "for their sake" then? great) & also generally smaller & newer at being alive in this world) but who are liable to not extend that sympathy to themselves (or certainly not be extended that sympathy....when is "they're doing their best / they're only human / they mean well or whatever / they love you, they're family" successfully deployed the Thwart an abusive parent like it is to tell an abused child to not be too resentful of this situation, when is it actually deployed toward the abusive parent at all really. & again in the lack of boundary between the authoritarianism within many individual family households & that of the state they exist in (here re: the US) like that naturally one encounters the logic of abuse expressed just as "common knowledge" & the Assumptions of other people, e.g. the rejection of a parent having zero access to a child, the reinforcement of automatic apologia deployed for whatever a parent could possibly do, argued for "family", yet not deployed the same way to automatically defend anything thee child(tm) could do, thinking emoji lol....see: like the non boundary between [the Patriarchal home/family(tm)] & capitalism when uh oh capitalism the system of continuously maximizing exploitation Needs various forms of labor to be unpaid, uh oh another lack of boundary when white supremacy is used to also shore up the patriarchy that shores up the white supremacy, e.g. that even if in some "inferior" class it's treated as More Important that at least you're not that And black, the theoretical ideal/normal white man is a person while a white woman is a woman while a black woman is black, white women could have any legal property via chattel slavery which needed white women's participation to help enforce, the specter of sexual violence all coming from nonwhite & especially black men & it's up to the genteel white man to Protect Women (see prev, implicitly white or you'd have to specify otherwise)
anyway that is to get around to pointing to the Two Parent System wherein so shockingly the results are the same as the One Parent System re: abuse maintaining The Family (properly, i.e. unquestionable & certainly undeniable parental access to children, & "ideally" ofc again the patriarchal Father as ultimate authority w/ownership over the Mother, who in turn is theoretically honored for that motherhood (at least you own your children, insofar as it doesn't contradict w/what the father wants to do with his superior claim to ownership) & then finally all the obviously shittiness from being in that position in a patriarchy is in turn dumped on The Children who are ungrateful & owe the mother everything Because of what the broader society & immediate personal expressions of that abuse have done to her. see also ofc that two adults likely don't have the resources to raise a child in time or money or energy, maybe there's only one but also even an extended family's worth of adults aren't enough, is it enough when a child is sent to school for some other adults to be in charge most of the day, or even if someone is hired to look after them beyond that, all this ofc with the assumed premise that a child is always limited to the various Domains of The Adults In Charge, & from there i segue into how naturally being in gay baby jail unless & until adults are no longer recognized as Legally In Charge Of You (the grand like 5 minutes it's relatively been since the ideal timeline of a woman's life wasn't being legal property of her father until asap passed along to legal property of her husband. still considered ideal ofc but like with "maybe you can have a bank account" now & "maybe you can become 29 before you're in Old Maid danger" Maybe, i said, Maybe....anyway that obviously adults(tm) being divided up (atomised. spritz) into Households isn't even supposed to be enough to live on their own, re: necessitating Marriage, much less uh oh having kids who are stuck with their parents who are stuck with them, but then all the obvious actual problems & abuses inflicted on Adults to have to have their family households & exploited jobs are dumped on the children who Must appreciate & be loyal to the parents (i.e. never Deny Access) while yknow kids have Fake Problems they're whining about, the one Real Problem of having to pay a bill gets the payoff of leverage to tell your children to shut the fuck up or perhaps the more vulnerable spouse
hm didn't segue right into "so shoutout to like The Ratchet Effect diagrams lol, the "Two" Party System where its supposed left wing Blocks Movement To The Left, right wing Moves Everything To The Right" but even that is like, mm, conferring a passivity to what democrats do in the continual movement to the right (won an election? lost an election? the lesson either way is The Right Is Right; exact same logic as in "winning or losing" "the war on crime" like the collection & analysis of whatever statistics show the trend of some "crime" is increasing in frequency or magnitude? show that it's decreasing? the lesson either way is Cops Need More Power) like the institutional effort of democrats to push a candidate nobody wants through primaries (did we even do that this time around. oh great that the assumed candidate even graciously agreed to not force themself as The Candidate, & now like 5 min left with the Next In Line candidate dumped on everyone now with the lesson for the left(tm) to shut up already lol) & then it's up to Grassroots Voters. it's up to Unity & well we all Need to listen to the white supremacists, points were made, in the "elections" with voting as limited as possible & with the electoral college & supreme court as Safeguards against democracy & here's the senate, eternally thus, & again the conclusions will always manage to be moving To The Right, paraphrasing from twitter like democrats are about to be or already at the point of "in the name of unity we will no longer be running against republicans; it's too divisive :(" which yknow is already The Statements of all of yesterday from various like "i'm the republican official white supremacy agree-er now" after also the entire campaign of "no, I'm the fascist" where like wow shocking that the appeal to the fascists didn't win a) the fascists who will ofc want the even more overt fascism, why wouldn't they or b) the people who want antifascism actually, and do not want fascism; who could have foreseen? & it's always the fault of being Too Antifascist for the actions of the fascists or the Diplomatic Comprimises the other party makes with the fascists &/or their Failure to thwart them....the Nicer, Safer party in power is surely doing their best & at least they're not the Meaner, More Dangerous one but at the end of the day they'll always side with that party over america(tm) & those bearing the brunt of the actions of State Power can be told to keep their chin up or else to stop acting out b/c how do you expect that state power to respond, cmon, you bring it upon yourself, & you Have to work with them & understand all their feelings & your role in resolving those feelings by being lesser inferior property, you do Have to understand, b/c in the end this is All About Family, surely Good & Necessary, whoops i mean in the end this is All About America
anyway yeah i'm like damn my "nicer" (also shitty) father who was also the even more sexist & racist (& certainly no Less ableist, queerphobic) parent was basically the democratic party of the Two Parent System of Family Government lol. b/c we Need to perpetuate this Family, no other logics much less actions are acceptable....& people struggling with the Parent / Adults in their life like that who were the "safe" & "protective" ones who markedly failed to protect & minimized the harm afterwards but also in general, never to confront the reality of the situation, or do damage control like "aw some points were made at all :( ah i see you have Feelings about this :( hmm yes the Parental Power is gonna have to make some changes" & then as soon as possible (assuming reeling in the party who was deviating too much) these changes(tm) are already compromised or diminished if done at all, & then oops things incrementally might be right back to how they always were, no guarantees it won't be Worse b/c the Power is even more insecure / aware of weaknesses, & the only way this is thwarted is if the Wayward Parties can actually leverage new boundaries / less vulnerability, not b/c the supposedly sympathetic parties, who never came through where it counts & likely would also become overt antagonizers / wielders of whatever power within the Family hierarchy / turn on the more vulnerable parties to Get Them In Line, actually came through. movement Away (more disruptive to the maintenance of The Family, The State) is blocked, incrementally only ever moving everything back, & then Further....& despite this being what the power structures are, & do, the Disruptive parties liable to be scapegoated lol, can't believe the scapegoat child is ruining everything for everyone, this Family would totally improve & start being everything it could be otherwise & we ignore who actually has the power & is actually enforcing the hierarchy harming everyone to point to that scapegoat; can't believe thee left is destroying america (republican voice) can't believe the left is destroying america (democrat voice) So You See? The Undeniable Consensus. just like how i believe it was my fault my family unit was Like That & i had those experiences, according to the vast majority of Input from that family & even others who, knowing nothing, would say how Lucky i was to be relatively close to home, or just of course that oh well parents love their children & mean well & try their best. just like how i believe that being treated like i've been generally as a neurononconforming person, i.e. hated & the interpersonal abuse & bullying & ostracization & [attention possibilities: ignored, responded to but negatively, interacted with to get something from] & actually rewarding interactions or just actions being liable to get Deluxe authority responses as disruptive(tm) & ofc disobedient(tm) like hell fuckin yeah lol. just as i don't think that other people who have similar experiences or ones i don't have, i.e. assessed race being automatically seen as wrong / inferior, being isolated & undermined from all around? well gotta be their fault then, cmon lol....Abuse is actually normative, not extraordinary, in every Arena of interactions, & so are the logics / apologia / assumptions
anyway lol re: like yeah people struggling with the like betrayal of the "nooo i'm on your side, i sympathize, i'm the one who's nicer & you Need so that things aren't even worse" party, not even One Big Novel betrayal, but rather that that's what's Been done the whole time & doesn't stop. that supposedly if you have Any sympathy for that party you have to be like aw :( keep doing your thing (necessarily reining everyone in) or if you have Any sympathy for the people who also want things to improve but blame & take it out on the more disruptive parties (more disruptive to an abusive family e.g., btw. & not like i see Cohesion as necessarily some Good rather than neutral? when i'm autistic / my existence is supposedly antithetical to this? or when i'm able to look at a zillion hypothetical or actual situations & recognize how "cohesion" isn't the best goal / a destructive one / a vague concept anyways like cohesion Between Whom? on what basis? recognized & pursued how? why? up next: same as vague shit like "family" or "community" &c) then it's like yep gotta be Responsible for their feelings too if you're at all sympathetic & capitulate, The Only Possible Action, vs the idea of those in power actually making things shit stopping, much less being stopped / having to stop in the various ways that can happen....one way being "oh no, adult children who choose to be no-contact with parents" which is seen as A Tragedy, & sign of a Deteriorating Society, take me back. ah jeez oh no, look at the divorce raaates....Oh No, twentysomething women aren't pursuing marriage enoughhhh....again the undetectably identical echo when people peak vaguely talk about "conflicts" that thwart "community" or whatever, ugh nobody will date anymore, commit anymore, be friends anymore, hang out as coworkers anymore, talk to me if i want to talk to them anymore, &ccccc....
the real tl;dr is like wait ""two party"" (one party) US electoral system, just like ""two parent"" maintenance of thee family lol. ratchet effect raise your hand if you've only ever experienced Movement Away from the abusive family blocked, forever incrementally ratcheted back in to the desires & pursuits of those most in power / top of the hierarchy / thus of course most invested in the abuse, that's what the power & hierarchy is made of, sustained by, perpetuates....sorry doing our best :( sorry that's just all that's realistic, no other choice Really. cmon. kind of Your Fault if you don't agree to that & whoops now Everything is the fault of whoever doesn't agree & cooperate enough :( now look what you've done & brought upon yourself :( & we'll just forget the eruption of violence suppression happened & will happen again & be the overhanging threat all in the meantime
#aaand post whoops it's Politics; Abuse text blocks again. you know how it is#the [it's the same thing] resonance of Thee US State things & ppl's responses like what is this. my family (sitcom laugh track)#which then yes i do see the Differences first & foremost lol. going Hmm Antiauthoritarian Lens On News / Politics well before even#doing so re: my own family situation experiences which i was thinking of as normal (they were though) & not that bad (but it was)#indeed ''the home'' as a supposed site of Safety; relative restraint in the intrusion of State Power on such a domain#with being nonwhite & poor liable to make the home(tm) unavailable; less ''safe'' if so; less surveilled or intruded upon by the state#all wherein Money; Patriarchy; Parental Authority is meant to exert its own Control aka ''protect'' vulnerable parties a Home may contain#(that's a not necessarily neutral ''contain'' there lol) e.g. ah [true crime montage] women are Safe & Protected in The Home#as are Children as are Disabled People. oh no we have to be Necessarily Suspicious of what allows ppl to venture outside the home#rather than seeing that as neutral or perhaps even good when the Ideal Home Structure is as a force & site of isolation#oh god no not The Internet intruding into The Home (allowing people outside it. e.g. children. cough Aah Protect Them from Social Mediaaa)#stranger danger satanic panic true crime(tm) serial killer(tm) the scary nonwhite disabled poor Intruders of ideal suburbia etc....#tangent there. & if you aren't contained in a home / your home is not so Safe from state agents? well#just as pointing out [not in prison] as merely Lower Security that you will be moved to higher security (such as prison) over Violations#i.e. failure to be Properly Contained....uh oh out in public Unchaperoned; not spending money properly?? being nonwhite?#disabled? poor? That's Not Allowed; an appeal to some Personal authority (guardian; husband) might be made; might be seized by the state#to higher ''security'' b/c Lower isn't deemed containing you enough at Job & Home & not being too deviant & poor or intruding in the Domain#of those who are less so; incl even their illusion of power like umm i should never have to See a poor#might be executed with the automatic defense of the Necessity Of State Agent Killings & every last noble & sympathetic Feeling behind it#whether spontaneously as extrajudicial police killings or judicial preplanned state execution or the acceptance & embrace of deaths in the#context of the continuous exploitation & extra / exacerbated vulnerability for created & enforced social classes#& that every site of greater ''security'' is like; you must move toward Marriage; Nuclear Family; Normativity#your own ''proper'' exploitation in w/e structures like Family; Business; A ''Good'' ''Community''; A ''Good'' ''Nation''#or else For Your Own Good / The Good Of Others / You Bring It Upon Yourself like eh imprisonment? other exclusion / ostracization#while subject to the forces that get to respond to that realm of abjection. parallel abuse tactics of a prison vs perhaps a house/family#even more meandering tags here lol but much to discuss....certainly granted a relative fast track / front row seat via like#relatively ''normative'' life in various ways; white US sorta middle class; but personal autodidactic experiences as disabled queer#happening to be abused within the home (also plenty of Even More ''not that bad'' logics / practices even from Good Parents(tm)...Uh. lol)#no Experiences inherently guarantee w/e conclusions or principles but sure put mine to an antiauthoritarian context; boo hiss#& learned shit. stunned like wow yeah what's Disruptive to the norm is scapegoated? you stop ppl pleasing; ppl are displeased? whoah....
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i dont leave comments about it but theres really not much i cant stand more than a fic where they have sex then I M M E D I A T E L Y get up to 'go get cleaned up' like i will l i t e r a l l y froth at the mouth bc
its insinuating that sex is dirty and bad and gross and ~unclean~ which is Not Correct and kinda reeks of a bad attitude towards sex stuff
makes the characters seem like little babies who go 'ewww secks stuff ughh~~~ i feel SOOOO grossssss have to go become pure again~' like are ur characters little fuckib babies. are they. why are they having hotgood sex then immediately going ew after.....it kills the fuckin mood and makes it seem like the regret it and have ti immediately remove all evidence of icky stuff
kill the mood. breaks the scene. ruins it. it just makes it seem like right after they have to immediately pop up and take a shower and cook an entire meal and have a long thoughtful talk and go through all these motions
its just like......if the sex is that good.........you wont be able to roll over afterward to ~get away from the icky ewwy grossss wet spot. like if its That Good you wont even be able to move........idk what kind of sex most ppl are having but how the fuc can u just pop up shower cook talk coherently and then go to work or do something else "lets watch a movie" ill kill u. like if its that good they should be a ooey gooey mess who WANT to keep all the liquids on them bc YUM and they should WANT to just lay on top of eachother and the only thing that should be happening immediately is falling asleep
#like if the sex/orgasm wasnt that good youll get antsy or want to leave#but if its really that good? dont you just want to lay there....stay there......enjoy....bask............#WHY ARE U MAKING THEM GET UP CLAWING BITING HISSING AT U#not directed to anyone specificaly lmfao i just hate that this is so common in fics#leave them alone!!!!1!1!!1!!!1!!!#it also really kinda makes ne sad bc it does reek of puritanism in the sense that they might have some views#that are about sex being dirty or gross so u have to imediately cleanse urself after which is SAD to me#sex is not inherintly gross but if ur having Gross Sex on purpose then wats wrong w that akdhjsdhd#let it be gross. revel in the grossness ahhhh#but also then y get some writers who wanna like have their charasters go thru an entire checklist like hey lets go pee together bc i read#that ur suposed to kajdjsjdjjsjdj or hey lets get u a glass of water#like if i had sex w someone and it was Actually Good and they try to talk to me after or tell me to pee?#???????#???????? !!!!!!!!!!!!! ????????????????????#or try to shove a glass of water in my face ill kill u#ill kill u!!!!!!!#kahdjsjfhsksjdjndhhfdj#nonsense!#fuck them then leave them alone! ......together#nandjskfhjsjddhjdejjdfjdj
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thinking about how sometimes ppl will say like "this work had a lot of diversity but without being tokenizing :)" and then u look closer and it's. 1 Deaf character. 1 blind character. 1 ace character. sooooo what definition of 'token' were we using...?
#might have just seen an example of this (didn't read the work in question so idk for sure) but also i am. thinking about a specific comic#it's not inherently a problem to include a single member of a particular group in a story. but words do mean things#and if it's a group where typically people are part of a community with others like them then yeah it's sus#like where tf are your friends. i know you don't *just* hang out with your sister#also......... i would argue i have personally come to some harm as a result of a piece of representation#that led me to believe i needed to follow in their footsteps?#which. is literally the danger of token characters is it not???#seeing one story and then being like 'oh okay that's my story i guess'??????#(same comic btw)#like don't get me wrong. i take responsibility. but i do not hold that character's writing in high esteem#anyway that's progress i guess. something i used to genuinely be very impressed by and now i'm like. hissing. hair on end. etc#(personal progress but also society progress. it seems easier now to access ppl telling their own stories)
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Careless Accidents
jason todd x fem!reader
aka you get hurt and jasonâs pissed
warnings: readerâs wrist is accidentally sprained from being grabbed to hard
You could hear scuttling from somewhere else in the garden, an estate more than sizable enough than the game afoot.
You were under the distinct impression though that the bats and birds are playing with you similar to how they would a child. Slower, weaker, and less experienced than the big kids. You weren't complaining though. Because, frankly, it was stressful. They tend to operate more like theyâre in a warzone than a game, you felt like you were about to be sniped out at any second.
Rightfully so, apparently, seeing how silently Stephanie had crept up on you.
âHey,â Stephanie hissed, ignoring the way you jumped. âWeâre doing alright for ourselves,â she said smugly.Â
âYeah,â youâd nodded, like you agreed with her more than you probably did.Â
âOkay listen, I think the flagââ what flag? ââis by the fountain so, I think because thereâs three of us and two of them, we should bait-and-switch.â
âWeâre on teams?â you asked, no longer completely sure you know what youâre playing.Â
âWe are now!â she smiled, starting to run. âIâll bait!â
She stopped briefly in her tracks and turned back to you hissing, âDonât trust Cass,â before scurrying away.
Rather than sit around and wait there forâŠsomething?...to happen, you jumped up darting in the opposite direction with little to no indication whether this is a good move.
What you didnât see is Cass rapidly approaching from your rear.Â
What you also didnât see was Dick crouched down in a row of shrubbery, which gave him the perfect opportunity to snatch your arm up and yank you down with him. Youâd mewled a bit as your wrist made contact harshly with the grass, immediately buckling under you.
Cass was keen to your pain immediately, slowing her sprint to a stroll as she observed you.
âAre you okay?â she signs.
âYeah, yeah, Iâm good.âÂ
The response was instinctual and you didnât actually have time to register whether or not you were okay by the time you gave it.Â
You pushed up on your elbows, trying to figure out whether Dick is even on your team, but the way the others approached had you halting consideration. Theyâre savvy to the situation at a speed in which you can only attribute to their vigilantism, looking at you with concern.Â
âYou good?â Tim asked, approaching languidly.
âThat looked like it hurt,â Cass commented, crouching down next to you to see your wrist better.
Dick shook his head, âNo, sheâs okay.â He turned to you, prodding, âYouâre okay.â
âYeah, Iâm, umâŠâ you winced, looking at your wrist. âIt hurts a little.â
Cass examined it closely, tilting it gently to the side. âIt might be sprained.â
Dick paled.Â
âNo.â
Tim pointed a thumb back towards the manor, âWe can get it wrapped upstairs.â
âNo.â
You were only then able to clock the barely contained grin on Stephanieâs face, begging to break. Â
âOoooh. Heâs gonna kill you.â
Cass had then kindly offered to take you inside and wrap it up for you, which you accepted, unexpecting of the plus-one of Dick trailing behind you like a guilty puppy all the while.
âYou know I didnât mean to grab you that hard right? IââÂ
Cass laughs quietly as she wraps the bandage around your wrist, amused by Dickâs now-third explanation/apology for the incident.Â
âI know, Dick,â you say, trying to appease him.Â
âIâm sorry,â he tells you genuinely, but you can tell thereâs more there that he isnât verbalizing.
You nod, âI know, Dick. Itâs okay. It was just an accident.â
Cass pins the wrapping in place securely and with a smile, signs to you that sheâs all done.Â
You rotate your arm a bit, testing your movement under the wrap. As Cass leaves with the first aid kit, Dick remains sat at your side, leg thumping up and down.
He takes a deep breath, âWhat ifâŠwhat if you avoid him until it heals?â
âDick.â
He takes your uninjured hand in his with urgency in his eyes,Â
He looks down at your jointed hands before loosening his already mild grip significantly.
âAre you going to tell him?â he asks, looking like heâs bracing for bad news.
You shake your head sympathetically, âNo. I canât guarantee you that he wonât find out, but I wonât tell him.â
Dick takes a deep breath, looking at the ground with intense focus. âOkay. Okay.â He stands, âI need to go.â
You watch in amused bewilderment as he staggers out the door, looking around frantically.Â
Within the next few minutes, he creates and enacts his plan A. He walks into the living room, sitting down next to a very disinterested Tim, eyes forward and serious.
âIâll give you two grand right now if you tell him it was you.â
Tim barks out, âAbsolutely not.â He looks at his brother, still laughing. âNo fucking way.â
Dick breaks the serious facade immediately, looking at him. âFive.â
A deadpan from Tim.Â
âYou donât have five thousand dollars.â
Dick throws his head back, back thudding against the couch. âDude, please! Heâll kill me!â
Tim scoffs, âHeâd kill me!â
Dick huffs, âNo, itâs different for me! Do you have any idea how many times he told me not to do that?âÂ
âWell then it sounds like you fucked up,â Tim sneers.
âOh my God.â
He takes off again, combing through different rooms in the house with hope of finding a quick but effective hiding place for, say, the next twenty years?
He bursts through the study, unwittingly interrupting Bruce and Alfred having a discussion over tea.
The latter sits up with a tense brow, âMaster Dick?â
The former turns around in his seat, âWhatâs the matter?â
Dick struggles for a second before confessing, âI accidentally sprained someone's wrist.âÂ
Bruce scans his face slowly, nodding. âAlrightâŠyouâll have to take responsibility for their patrol dutiesââ
Dick cuts him off with a sharp breath, âSaid person doesnât have any patrol duties to be affected...â
Bruce processes for a moment before shaking his head.
âI canât help you.â
Dickâs panic takes over again, prompting him to continue his scurry through the room, towards the other door.
Alfred interrupts his process with a very logical argument, âYou donât think running away will make this worse, Master Dick?â
âIâI donât know!â Dick whines, stopping in his tracks. âI donât know what to do!â
Bruce purses his lips, gesturing, âDick, when you make a mistakeâŠyou have to submit to the consequences, you know that.â
Dick gapes, âThis is not a normal consequence!â
Meanwhile, youâve busied yourself with fiddling with the knick knacks and mementos lining the shelves of Jasonâs childhood bedroom.Â
Youâre admiring a picture of him and Alfred from when he was young as the door creaks open behind you.Â
âSweetheart?â Your boyfriend calls out, head barely poked in through the crack.
âHey, Jay,â you smile, setting the picture frame back on the shelf.
He enters fully, covered in motor oil and grease, and smiles his sweet, easy smile when he sees you.Â
Moving onto the next trinket on the shelf, you pick up a stuffed animal placed intentionally at the front. Your gaze finds the mirror, watching his reflection as he pulls the stained shirt off his back.Â
You smile to yourself, noticing the way his back muscles flex as he adjusts. âHowâs the bike?â
âBetter than it was this morning,â he sighs. âWhereâve you been?â
He turns around to look at you, taking easy steps towards you.Â
You return the toy elephant to its place, moving to face him. âUh, we were outside, playingâŠat least three separate games at once.â
The second youâre in proximity, your hands join like itâs second nature.Â
He nods, all too familiar with the familyâs unique methods of gamefair.
âDid thââ He looks down at your intertwined hands, brow furrowing as soon as he spots the bandage wrapped around your wrist. âWhat happened?â
You glance down, shrugging. âOverexerted myself playing tag.â
He looks at you skeptically, but says nothing about it.
He turns your hand over gently, asking, âIs it sprained?â
You nod, relaxed. âYeah. Cass said itâs mild.â
âDoes it still hurt?â
âNo,â you say, sweeping his hair back with your other hand. âBarely hurt then.â
He nods, but he doesnât look satisfied with the conversation.
Regardless, he turns away again, shuffling through a drawer for a clean shirt.Â
âYou, uh, you wanna stay for dinner tonight?â he asks, pulling his arms through, his head following.Â
âYeah,â you say gaily. âAlfred said heâs making his âspecial spaghettiâ, apparently itâs a household favorite?â
He wavers, halfway to between decisions. âYeahâŠâ
He huffs quietly, turning back to face you fully. âCan I see it?â
You nod, happy to ease his mind.Â
You start to unwrap the bandaging, him doing half the work for you. The work is done silently until your wrist is exposed, revealing your bruised skin.
You both see it at the same timeâthe hand-shaped bruise wrapped around your wrist.
Youâre both quiet for a secondâhim putting pieces together and you waiting for the shoe to drop.
He takes off suddenly, clearly having come to a likely very accurate conclusion about what had happened.
âFucking idiotââ
You try for his hand but heâs out of reach before you can grab it.
âIâll be right back,â he grumbles behind him.
âJasonââ you sigh, âAt least help me wrap it back up first.â
He hesitates, halfway to the door, ultimately returning to you in defeat. He takes your forearm gently, scanning it over again before beginning to wrap it.
You watch his face closely, noting the clear vexation. âIt was just an accident,â you tell him.Â
He scoffs, âIt better have been.â
You drop your shoulders and lull your head to the side. âJason. Iâm not made of glass, you canât expect other people to act like it.â
âI donât. I expect him to mind his own strength, and if he canât do that, he needs to keep his fucking hands to himself.â
You sigh, âJust donât do anything harsh. Please. I think heâs worried youâre gonna punch him.â
âHe should be,â he says shortly. He finishes off the wrapping, pinning it in place firmly.Â
You grab onto his forearm before he can pull away, âYouâre not going to. Right?â
He doesnât answer so you try to make his gaze meet yours, âRight?â
His eyes roll, âYeah, fine.â
You smile, holding his face. âI love you.â
He huffs as though heâs inconvenienced, but confesses the obvious truth nonetheless. âI love you.â
He looks you in the eye, face serious. âYou promise me it doesnât hurt?â
âI promise,â you nod, brushing your fingers against his palm.
âDick!â
The angry voice bellows through the tall halls of the manor, heavy footsteps thudding.
He stomps into the living room, Tim, Cass, and Stephanie watching the entryway with wide eyes.Â
âWhere is he?â
Unwitting shoulders shrug and heads shake. Truthfully, at that. Dick, smartly, did not tell anyone where he was hiding.Â
Jason scans the trios faces, looking for any sign of apprehension.
He clocks the grin shamelessly plastered across his sister's face quickly. âStephanie?â
âI donât know,â she says honestly. âBut let me know when you find him, I wanna seeââ
But Jasonâs moving onto the next room before she can get the last words out.
He enters the dining room, looking right to left before finding his target, halfway to stuffing himself behind the fine china cabinet in the corner.
Thereâs a brief, tense moment in between where the pair realize what theyâre seeing and when Dick sets off in a sprint towards the kitchen, Jason quick on his tail.Â
âReally? Really?â Jason shouts.Â
âIt was an accident! It was a fuckingââÂ
He narrowly dodges a swipe from Jason, then ducking before a ladle could make contact with his head.
âAre you stupid? Are you the dumbest motherfââ
Dick rounds the kitchen island as fast as possible, Jason testing him on the other side.
Dick takes a breath, âDude, itâs fine now, itâs not that big of aââ
Jason recoils, ââItâs not a big dealâ? Come here. Let me sprain your wrist, asshole!â
He circles the counter quicker than the elder boy can think to move away and lunges at him.Â
Dick throws his hands up in front of him, âWait, wait, wait! Truce! Truce! Truce?â
Jason drops his shoulders, leveling his older brother with a look. âYou canât call a truce if youâre the only one who did anything wrong.â
âIâŠâ It doesnât take him long to piece together that his defense makes no sense, so he resorts to his last option.Â
âPlease?â Dick asks, nothing short of imploring.Â
Jason relentsâslightlyâupon hearing his brother's tone, but still finds it in him to shove him, though not nearly as hard as heâd been planning to.Â
âI told you a hundred fucking times not to grab her so hardââÂ
Dick nods heavily, waving a hand. âI know, I knowââ
âClearly you fucking donât!â Jason shouts. He huffs, running a hand over his face. âYou sprained her wrist. Youâve been doing this vigilante shit for fifteen years, how do you still not fucking know how to control your own strength?â
Dick grimaces, âI do! I do, I just screwed up, Iâm sorry!â
âDonâtââ Jason narrowly holds back a scowl, âDid you apologize to her?â
 âYeah, of course I did!â
For a split second, Jason looks ready to keep arguing before purposefully dropping the anger from his body.Â
The resulting relief almost drowns Dick.
It only lasts a moment though, before Jason looks at him again, sneering, âIdiot,â before pushing him once more.Â
âJason.â
Your voice has Jason dropping all turbulence in an instant. He and Dick both whip their heads towards the door, equally unexpecting of the interruption.Â
You tilt your head at your boyfriend with a knowing but disappointed stare.
He looks back at you like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, lips parted.
âI didnât hit him.â
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Have you never spent a lot of time around cats but want to be friends with one? Some cat communication basics. Because I feel like it.
A cat approaching you doesnât necessarily mean they want pets. They may just be inspecting you or hanging out.
If you want to pet a cat you need to ask permission first. The way you do this is you offer a finger or the back of your hand for them to smell. If the cat wants to be pet theyâll generally push their face or head and neck into your hand. If they donât want to be pet theyâll generally walk away or just sit down.
Cats will usually ask for pets by rubbing up against you or possibly standing at your feet and meowing. When you think a cat is asking for pets hold your hand out and see if they rub up against you. That means they want pets. If they start walking away with purpose instead that means they want to show you something. If they meander off that just means theyâre hanging out. No pets needed.
If a cat likes the way youâre petting them theyâll probably lean into it. If they like it a lot and you stop they might try to pull you back over with a paw. They might also squint close their eyes. If they donât like it theyâll lean away or swipe at you a bit or show their teeth if they really donât like it.
When theyâre done being pet or sitting in your lap theyâll probably just peacefully walk away. This is good. They trust you but theyâre done hanging out now. If their ears flatten or they start bristling and hissing youâve done something very wrong or theyâre afraid of you and itâs probably best to leave them be.
A relaxed catâs ears usually point forward and are upright. If their ears flatten or point back theyâre angry or scared and theyâre serious.
Cats can purr for any number of reasons. If theyâre sitting on your lap with completely relaxed posture (in a loaf with tail curled up, eyes happily squinted closed, maybe actively looking for pets from you and giving little cat hugs in the form of rubbing their face on you) thatâs probably a sign of contentment. They can also purr to calm themselves down or try to heal themselves or others. Purring is one of those things that needs the surrounding context to be understood.
When a cat shows their stomach theyâre comfortable around you but not looking for pets. Most cats donât like belly scratches. Some do, but if you try to scratch a catâs belly and they start acting angry itâs because from their perspective youâre the one violating personal boundaries here.
If a cat doesnât like being picked up theyâll probably start struggling. If theyâre very stressed out they may get violent but if they know you that probably wonât be their first choice unless said cat has a short temper. If the cat is neutral to happy about being held they probably wonât do anything at all. You can carefully drop cats when youâre done holding them. In fact they may prefer that to being carefully set down depending on the cat. Angle them down just a little when you drop them so they can land on their front paws first. This also gives them a bit of warning that theyâre about to be dropped.
Most cats wonât lick you but if they do theyâre trying to groom you. This means they see you as part of the family. This is fine. A bit weird but theyâre trying to help.
If you try to act like youâre small and out of the way and avoid eye contact with a cat, the cat will see this as an invitation to hang out. This is why if you donât understand or like cats and try to avoid them at parties or at friends houses they might try to hang out with you a lot. Lots of eye contact and making a lot of noise and making yourself bigger is the way to scare a cat off. Slow blinking and not acting excited is an open invitation.
Some cats have been trained a little bit by their owners. They arenât obedient 100% of the time like dogs but they can be trained to know what some things mean and get accustomed to certain situations. Cats can be trained to like a certain noise like kissy noises or tongue clicking by making those noises when you feed or pet them when theyâre young. It can also be demonstrated to them that patting the couch or other surface next to you is an invitation to come over. These are the most common things most house cats that grew up with humans know about. You can also ask their owner if thereâs a noise they come to but if you donât know, kissy noises, tongue clicking, or the catâs name or saying something like âhere kitty kittyâ are the most common things a cat might understand as a request to come over.
When playing with a cat, moving your hand around on the ground for them to pounce on, waving a feather toy around, rolling a ball towards them, etc. they generally wonât use their claws. If they want to play theyâll start playing. This can look like their eyes going wide and them paying attention to the plaything, doing the prey butt wiggle, and swiping at the toy. If they donât want to play they usually just wonât react to what youâre doing or watch you with disinterest and neutral eyes.
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â stray kids links [hyung line]
tags: hyung line!stray kids x fem!reader, established relationship, rough sex, unprotected sex (plz wrap it before u tap it), creampie, breeding kink, daddy kink, mild dacryphilia, begging, use of collars/leashes, spanking, strength kink, oral sex (f. receiving), squirting, car sex, slight exhibitionism, slight choking, use of nicknames (baby, princess, angel, kitten, etc), degradation (slut, whore, etc), dirty talk, edging, overstimulation, etc
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add. notes: hai âŠ. sorry i made this post instead of giving u guys nerd!chan pt. 2 I FUCKIN SWEAR ITâS COMING but itâs just taking the piss out of me n i needed this out for a new post. anyways plz dni if u r a minor like i mean that w my whole chest n also lmk if some of the links stop working or if u canât see them idk what i can do abt that . but at least i will be aware LMFAOOOOO yea anyways enjoy :3
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â„œ ⊠BANG CHAN:Â
link one.
chan is packing. he is absolutely packing to the point you felt like he was going to tear your womb apart when you first got intimate with him, his thick cock stretching you out past your limits as fresh sobs fell from your mouth. since then, he's trained you to take him with enough prep, always making sure to milk at least two orgasms from you before he even thinks about letting his dick near your pussy regardless of how hard it might be throbbing. that wait becomes worthwhile though when he finally sinks inside of you, dirty words and throaty groans rambled in your ear as he releases himself deep inside once he's reached his peak. he loves the feeling of your warm walls sucking him in, never leaving you alone until he's dumped his load empty.
"fuck, baby. how are you so tight?" chan hisses incredulously, wet thumb still circling your clit as you shake in his hold. you're extremely sensitive at this point, twitching from the slightest touch after having cum for the third time, but the only thing in your mind right now is your boyfriend breeding you, the request made obvious with how you tighten your legs around his waist to pull him in. "cum in me, daddy. please!" you plead, teary eyes blinking up at chan whose orbs roll to the back of his head at your keen expression. it only takes a few more thrusts before he's shooting ropes of hot cum inside you, gripping himself to ensure he stays in place. you sigh in content at the warm liquid flooding you, and chan just smiles tiredly, leaning in to sweetly kiss you. "i love you, precious girl." he whispers, resting his body on top of you to keep you plugged up for the rest of the night.
link two.
you're chan's favourite destress toy, that much is obvious. every time he comes home from a long day at work, he knows it'll be worthwhile because you'll be there waiting with open arms and your wet hole longing to be filled up. he'll even take you right then and there in the living room sometimes, making sure everyone around you two knows exactly whose name you're screaming. certain days when he's had it particularly bad though, he'll collar you up and attach a leash to it that he can pull back on, bending you over with your ass up in the air as he slams himself into you repeatedly. it gives him immense pride to have that sense of control over you, to be able to manoeuvre you into whatever position he desires. if he's feeling especially mean, he'll edge you until you're crying into the sheets, cooing at how fucked out you look, knowing he's the only one who can make you feel that way.
"please.. i wan' cum, please." you slur out mindlessly, drool dripping down your mouth as chan slowly drags his cock in and out of you, its mushroom tip pressing deliciously against that spot inside. your boyfriend just chuckles from behind you, his hand yanking on the leash that's tied to your collar which makes you lean back in an instant. his hand sneaks down to grip himself as he pulls out for the nth time, and you whine at the loss of fullness in you, bottom lip jutting out as he slaps the head of his cock against your clit. "yeah, princess? you wanna cum? wanna cum all over daddy's dick?" he mocks you, laughing sadistically when you desperately nod your head. he continues to rub up your little nub, and you're soon about to fall over the edge, gratitude on your lips when he suddenly stops. "oh, baby, you're not cumming that easily tonight." chan growls, causing you to shiver under his hold as he pushes you back onto the bed. it looks like you're in for a long night.
â„œ ⊠LEE MINHO:Â
link one.
you love pissing minho off. it's one of the little things in life that gives you so much pleasure, aside from when your boyfriend fucks you, of course. minho, on the other hand, doesn't take lightly to your teasing at all. on days where you're acting out by wearing revealing clothes in front of his friends or sitting too close to one of them for his liking, he'll drag you out with some lame excuse and a clenched jaw, mumbling something about how you're both going home now. he doesn't even care that you're probably smug by the end of it, because that feeling of triumph soon dissipates when he has you bent over his lap, veiny hands kneading the plush of your ass before he's landing a harsh smack on it. he'll spank you and make you count your punishment, and if you lose track, he'll just have to start all over again.
"fucking slut." minho tsk's, cold fingers running themselves against the bruised skin of your butt. he takes a moment to admire his work, tracing the red imprints of his hand on your ass and even the outline of your white panties, which are absolutely soaked by now. "min, please! 'm sorry, it won't happen again." you cry out, and he scoffs, rolling his eyes although you can't see it. another series of repeated spanks land on you, and you yelp in response, legs kicking up from the stinging impact. your body burns by now, every touch minho provides it leaving behind a searing sensation, but you know your boyfriend is far from done with you. "we both know that's a damn lie." he clicks his tongue. "you're always acting out, so it seems like i gotta really start putting you in your place, hm?" you're about to protest when he smacks again, drawing a sob from you; the sound goes straight to his core. he licks his lips, a smirk stretched across them as he readies his palm once more. "now, stop crying and start counting, whore."
link two.
it's no secret that minho is a certified ass man. he loves you, but god does he love your ass just as much. everything about it sends him reeling, from the way it's accentuated in the clothes you wear, to the plump flesh of it that jiggles every time he's got you on your hands and knees. you'd argue he puts you in this position at least once every time you two fuck because knowing your boyfriend, he just wants to watch the way you push back on him when he's bottomed out inside you. he'll give you a few smacks here and there on it too, kneading the skin in his palms before he's snapping his hips into yours. most of the time, he'll refuse to cum inside of you, instead pulling out just before he tips over the edge to release all over your behind and back. you're not complaining though, you love the feeling of his seed dripping over it just as much as he does.
"mm, shit, you look so good right now, kitten." minho groans from behind you, cockhead practically battering your cervix with the way he's shoving himself in and out of you. your whines are high in pitch with how he's fucking you, and you stutter to speak when you try and respond. "y-you say that every time." you eventually manage to heave out, and minho chuckles breathlessly, fingers gripping the flesh of your ass in them as he bites his lip, moaning lowly at the way it bounces back against his dick. "can't help it. you're too hot." he grunts, pistoning his hips at a frenzied pace that knocks the breath out of your lungs. it only takes a matter of minutes before you're both cumming, loud noises filling the room as minho pulls out just in time so he can splatter his release all over your backside. his thumb dips into the seed that now decorates your ass, and he swipes to collect it, pushing it into your mouth. a grin decorates his face as you suck on it. "atta girl."
â„œ ⊠SEO CHANGBIN:Â
link one.
changbin is a gym fanatic through and through, and with his rigorous work out routine eventually came his well-built physique, chiselled and bulked up to the point you think you would barely recognise his past self. it refects in the way he walks, talks and holds himself; he loves his strength and he loves showing it off, especially to you. that's why every time you're both entangled in his sheets, it results in him urging you to stand up before hoisting you in his arms. some days he'll hold you in them and bounce you up and down his cock, relishing in the way your cries echo through the room alongside the slapping of skin. other days, he'll toss you around and headlock you as he pounds you from behind, groaning filth in your ear as he pushes you to the edge of tipping. either way, you love what he does, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
"hng, so strong, binnie!" you wail, hands clutching your boyfriend's broad back and shoulders as your nails dig into his soft skin, sure to leave marks the next day. changbin just grunts at your sounds of pleasure, too immersed in fucking you onto his cock in your current position. he's got you clinging onto him for dear life as he enters you repeatedly, pride blooming in his chest when you acknowledge how hot it is that he can pick you up so effortlessly. "y-yeah, pretty? like when binnie fucks you like this?" he stutters slightly, too wrapped up in how your pussy clings to his girth. you nod your head rapidly, babbling about how close you are and how hard you're going to cum, spraying all over your boyfriend in due time when he slams into that spot hidden inside you. you're not even given a chance to recover afterwards, changbin manhandling you onto the bed on your stomach before he's sinking back inside. "just a little more, baby. binnie's gotta cum too, okay?" he's whining, and you keen despite the sting of overstimulation rushing through, not knowing you're going to end up letting him use you for another hour.
link two.
you've always known changbin is a romantic at heart, his soft-spoken nature despite the daunting aura he gives off due to his frame often sending your brain spiralling. it gives you whiplash, the way he treats you. some days he'll fuck you like he hates you, growling dirty comments to your face and spitting in your mouth as you shake through an orgasm. other days, however, he'll craddle you in his arms, caging your body underneath him as he rocks his hips against yours in deep, fluid motions. one of his favourite things to do during these instances is hold your hand. he loves the feeling of your fingers lacing through his, holding onto him as he delivers sharp strokes inside of you. something about it feels so raw, like both your souls are intertwined in one big hug. he'll kiss you dizzy, burying his face into your neck as you both whimper 'i love you's' to each other.
"baby.. fuck, baby." changbin moans, his breath fanning hot against the sticky skin of your shoulder from where he's nosed himself in. his hand clings to yours amidst his movements, and you mewl loudly when he thrusts particularly deep inside of you. "i love you. love you so much, my baby. my pretty, perfect angel." your boyfriend pants, head moving to bring his lips to yours in a messy meeting. it's filled with so much love and care, your mouths moulding perfectly against one another's as you exchange kisses. your stomach feels like it's filled with butterflies, but you're not sure if that's because of how fucking in love you are with him or because of changbin rocking his hips into you. either way, you pull apart from him, trying to say it back in the middle of your noises of pleasure. "l-love you so much, binnie. fuck, you always give it to me so good." you praise, and changbin visibly shivers, burying his face back where it was between your neck to continue making love to you until at last, you're both coming undone together.
â„œ ⊠HWANG HYUNJIN:Â
link one.
one thing you adore about your precious lover boy is his mouth. his pretty, plump lips that kiss your tears away, or his dangerously addictive tongue that's always finding it's way between your thighs when he feels like it, which is basically all the time. hyunjin can't help that you taste so sweet, or how you're always so perfectly wet for him by the time he's journeyed down to your legs where you truly need him. he'll spend hours buried between them, parting you with his slender fingers and holding you open for him to lick into. he finds extreme satisfaction in the way you push back against his body when he's having a go at you, too weak to move him in your futile efforts of running away from his mouth once he's had you cum twice without stopping. he'll continue anyways though, because to him, there's no better treat after a long day.
"hyunie, s-slow down." you whimper, the lewd suckling sounds of your clit being wrapped in your boyfriend's mouth resonating through the room as he messily eats you out. his movements are filled with fervour and desperation, something you'll never get used to experiencing despite how long you've been together. each time almost always feels like you're starring in some obscene porno with the way hyunjin always drawls out the most nasty sounds from you. this instance is no different either, because before you can even react, you're spraying droplets of clear liquid on his face, your boyfriend groaning into you at the feeling of you squirting on him. he cleans it all up with great pleasure, breathing heavily as he finally rises from his position to slot himself between your legs. his lips find yours in a dirty kiss, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. "you're insatiable." you murmur when he pulls away, and hyunjin chuckles, mouth hovering over your jaw as you tremble at his next words. "not my fault my baby's got the tastiest cunt in the world."
link two.
hyunjin is a freak through and through. you've known for a while that he gets off on all sorts of things, and one of them is primarily the risk of being sneaky in public, regardless if it's planned or not. there have been one too many occasions of the latter where you've both been out on a date together with you looking a little too good, too good to the point that the waiter starts flirting with you and leaving hyunjin seething. it's only high time after that until he's dragging you out of the restaurant and into his backseat, too lazy to even undress properly before he's sinking inside of you to fuck you as he sees red. he'll get so possessive too, groaning how you're his and his only whilst pulling you back by your hair. it's true that your boyfriend is a big lover, but when times come down to this, he'll drill into you like he absolutely loathes you.
"dirty slut, letting me fuck you where anyone can see. you'd even let that server find you like this, wouldn't you?" hyunjin grits out, his sweat dripping onto your back as he shoves his long length in you. you're sure the windows are fogged up by now, his car rocking with his movements, but neither of you care about that. "n-no, only want you to see. just you, hyune." you whimper, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the way his cock slams in you with each thrust. your boyfriend lets out a low moan at your words, yanking you back by your hair to lick at your neck. "that's right, princess. only i get to look at this pussy, hm? only i can f-fuck it right, yeah?" he grunts, slender fingers coming up to wrap around your throat as you nod shakily, taking a deep breath as hyunjin squeezes slightly. "gonna cum in this cunt and fill you up with my babies so everyone knows who you belong to. then, i'm taking you straight home to fuck you full again. got that?"
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akaashi keiji x fem!reader
summary: being the manager of the msby black jackals is stressful, but when a handsome stranger shows up, you think you mightâve stumbled upon a hidden perk.
cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, post-time skip, kissing, oral sex, blowjobs, p in v, smut, fluff
wc: 5.3k
a/n: watched the movie last night and i cried (if you saw this post before, no you didn't) <3
also on ao3!
Six months in, and you think you might be ready to quit your job.
Sure, securing a job as the MSBY Black Jackalâs manager was one of your proudest achievements, but no one had told you that youâd be dealing with men like this. You understood that you were in the presence of some of the finest sporting talent in Japan, but these men were wildly immature.
Itâs why youâre here now, glaring at the man who had made fun of his teammate.
âWhat were you thinking?â you hiss, pointing your pen at the offending man.
Atsumu groans, his head tipping back against the wall of the locker room. âI was only having a little fun.â
âA little fun,â you reply, nodding along, âright, and thatâs why Bokuto is off sulking in who knows where!â
âCâmon!â Atsumu protests, leaning forward, staring at you desperately, âI made a comment on the color of his shoes! How was I supposed to know that was gonna set him off?â
You can feel a headache begin to set in and you sigh, pointing towards the door of the locker room.
âJust go warm up, okay? Iâll try and find Bokuto.â
Atsumu nods, and has the grace to look at least a little apologetic as he pats your shoulder and leaves.
You follow him soon after, out of the locker room. Bokutoâs sulking most likely meant he wasnât going to perform as well. You knew about his bouts of being discouraged, had seen it during the occasional game when something would set him off. People are milling about, and you quicken your pace, turning a corner to finally find Bokuto sitting on a bench.
âBokuto!â you call out, the relief in your voice clear.
The outside hitter looks up at you, a pout on his face.Â
âYou ready for the game?â you ask, putting on a wide smile to try and make him feel better.
âDo you think theyâre ugly?âÂ
âW- what?â
âMy shoes,â he says, pointing at them, âdo you think theyâre ugly?â
You have half the mind to tell him that theyâre just shoes and that he should grow up, but the look of utter despair on his face has you holding back. A quick glance down at his shoes and from what you can gather, they look relatively⊠normal. You were definitely going to kill Atsumu later.
âThey look fine,â you say, pausing when you see his frown deepen. Your fingers tighten around the clipboard clutched against your chest and you put on a cheery smile, voice pitching up. âI meant they look totally great! And they really suit you!â
Bokuto makes no attempt to move, simply stares down at his shoes and traces one of the stripes absentmindedly. Youâre at your wits end, growing antsy as you check your watch and realize thereâs only 10 minutes before the game starts.
âI could get you some new-â
âYou doing okay?â
A voice breaks in through from behind you and your head turns, brows furrowing when you see an unfamiliar man. The lanyard around his neck has a card attached to it, bold letters spelling out VIP .Â
âAkaashi!â Bokuto sits up, his eyes lighting up for a moment, âdo you like my shoes?â
You stare at the pair of men, bewildered. The man, Akaashi, pats Bokutoâs shoulder and lowers his voice to whisper some words to the pro-volleyball player. In what you think might be the quickest change of mood from Bokuto yet, the volleyball player stands up and gives a hearty laugh, his chest puffing out.Â
Youâre even more stunned when he pats your back happily and jogs off in the direction of the court.
âHow did you do that?â you blurt out, eyes flitting towards the man who was now standing beside you.
âI used to play with Bokuto in highschool,â Akaashi replies, shoving his hands into the pockets of his trousers. âFukurodani. I was the teamâs setter so I had to get used to Bokuto's little slumps.â
Huh. That did make more sense. You narrow your eyes, examining the man a little more. Heâs handsome, sure, his glasses sitting on the slope of his nose as he shifts on the spot. Akaashi stares back down at you expectantly.
âUh- well, thank you,â you say, holding your hand out and giving him a sheepish smile. âI was afraid I wouldnât be able to get him onto the court at all today.â
âDonât mention it,â he says, his hand shaking yours.Â
You introduce yourselves and he follows you onto the stands, both of you overlooking the two teams as they line up on the court. Nervousness makes you restless, your teeth biting into your lower lip as you watch the players get into position. You really wanted the Jackals to win.
âRelax,â Akaashi murmurs, his head lowering to speak directly into your ear to help you hear better over the roar of the crowd.
Your eyes meet his and he stares back at you intently, his hand squeezing at your shoulder gently. You think some sort of magic might be laced into his words with the way your body loosens slightly, your tense shoulders dropping.
âThank you,â you mumble, giving him a faint smile.
Akaashi smiles back and squeezes your shoulder one more time before his hand drops away. You nearly protest against it, wanting to feel the heat of his body near yours again, but you canât because youâve only just met the man and you arenât that desperate.
The game goes perfectly well, thankfully, and youâre up on the tips of your toes cheering for the Jackals as they shake hands with the other team. Your previous nervousness has all melted away, leaving only a feeling of pure giddiness. Akaashi claps with you, his reaction much more toned down compared to yours.
âYou can come down with me,â you say breathlessly, flicking through a few pages on your clipboard to find the schedule for the post game press conference.
Akaashi nods, his eyes drifting over you for a moment. âYeah, Iâll come. I need to congratulate Bokuto anyways.â
You beam up at him and against better judgment, hand him a copy of the schedule before giving him a wave and disappearing off to meet the team. Akaashi watches as you flutter away, skirt swaying, the piece of paper clutched tightly in his hand.Â
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âNo talk of shoes, okay?â you warn Atsumu as you had him a bottle of cold water. âWe canât have Bokuto breaking down on national television.â
âYou worry too much,â Atsumu complains, pressing the bottle of water against his flushed cheek.
âMy job is on the line!â you argue, giving the man a glare.
Atsumu only gives you a pout and you thank Meian when he comes to get his teammate, grateful for the captainâs unwavering leadership.
You slip into the conference room before long, making sure to give the Jackals an encouraging smile and a thumbs up before you sidle up to the wall, watching as the various reporters ready their questions.
A few bottles of water sit on a table beside you and you reach for one, twisting at the cap. The stupid plastic burns across your skin harshly, making a glare settle on your face as you narrow your eyes at the bottle of water. You try again but to no avail, the cap latching on stubbornly tight. A soft curse gets muttered under your breath before someoneâs hand reaches out, grabbing the bottle of water from you.
You blink in surprise when you realize itâs Akaashi, his hand twisting at the cap effortlessly and breaking the seal.Â
âThank you,â you whisper.
âThatâs the third time today,â he whispers back, his eyes glimmering with mirth, âshould I keep sticking around for more of your thanks?â
A smile pulls at your lips and you glance up at him to find him smiling back.Â
âDonât be an asshole,â you mutter, elbowing him in the side lightly.
Akaashi hums in response, his warm hand grasping at your elbow to hold you in place. You freeze for a moment, surprise flitting across your face but then you lean into him slightly, avoiding his eyes as you press into his side. If he notices, he doesnât say anything, just stands there with you, his eyes trained on the little notes you scribble on paper as the players speak.
To your relief, Atsumu manages to steer clear from the topic of shoes, answering the reportersâ questions thoroughly with a bit of humor thrown in, to lighten the atmosphere of the press conference. You find that you canât really be all that mad at the man, he knew how to get the job done when it came to it.
The press conference comes to a close half an hour later and Akaashi trails after you as you usher the men back into the main foyer.
âGood job everyone,â you announce before flicking through a few pages of your clipboard. âThe Chairman has been impressed with your performance this season, so heâs personally sent a congratulatory cake.â You stare pointedly at Atsumu and Bokuto. âPlease make sure to not make a mess.â
The men are gone in a rush before you can say anything else and you smile fondly, shaking your head.
âYou gonna let me get in on this cake thing?â Akaashi asks, raising his brows.
âYouâre welcome to join,â you reply, shooting him a smile as you try to not sound too eager. âYou do have VIP status, after all.â
Akaashi smiles back and you think it might be a miracle that your legs havenât given out under the soft gaze he sends you.Â
Thankfully, Atsumu and Bokuto donât make a mess although you do spot them bribing Hinata to bring them a few more slices, the orange-haired man utterly oblivious to the fact.
âHey,â Akaashi murmurs, stepping in beside you as you finish off your piece of cake. âYouâve got a little something.â He motions to the corner of your mouth.
âOh!â you flush with embarrassment, wiping at the corner of your mouth with a napkin. âGone?â
âJust a little more,â he says, watching as you try and fail to get rid of the chocolate icing thatâs smudged over your lips and the corner of your mouth. âJust- here, let me.â
You freeze when he reaches out for you, his thumb swiping over your lip and skin gently, cleaning you up.
âNapkin?â you ask weakly, offering it to him so he can clean his thumb.
âNo need.â
Akaashi keeps his eyes on you as he licks the pad of his thumb, your hazy eyes following the motion of his tongue, a rush of heat pooling in your lower stomach.
âDo you-â you begin, clearing your throat when you hear how airy your voice has become, âdo you do this often?â
A smile pulls at his lips and he leans in a little closer, his breath fanning across your skin as his mouth opens to murmur something into your ear.
âHey, hey, hey!â
You jolt, half-lidded eyes snapping open when you find Bokuto slinging his arm around Akaashiâs shoulders. Irritation flashes through Akaashiâs eyes but it seems to fade when Bokuto begins to speak animatedly, detailing the past events Akaashi had missed.
Part of you wouldâve liked to speak to Akaashi more, but you canât find it in yourself to fault Bokuto, deciding to busy yourself with getting another slice of cake. A heavy arm slings itself around your shoulders and you roll your eyes when you realize itâs Atsumu, the wide grin on his face making you feel uneasy.
âSaw you getting real chummy with Bokutoâs friend,â he whispers conspiratorially, trying to swipe at your cake slice.Â
âI was being friendly,â you retort, glaring up at Atsumu.
âYou look like you wanna fuck him.â
âYour observations are not appreciated,â you grit out, trying to squirm away from under him when he steers you into a corner.
âGood news is, I think he wants to fuck you too,â Atsumu says smugly, crossing his arms over his chest.
â Why are you doing this?â you groan, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
âBecause you, my lovely manager, deserve happiness!â he says cheerily.
Your eyes narrow, taking in the smile on Atsumuâs face, suspicion flaring. âWhat did you do?â
âWhat?â Atsumuâs smile falters. âNothing. Why do you always assume I did something?â
âBecause you usually do something, Atsumu,â you reply exasperatedly, trying to peek out from behind him to catch another glimpse of Akaashi.
Atsumu rolls his eyes, moving to the side so as to block your view of Akaashi.
âLetâs hear it then,â you say, peering up at him.Â
He beams at you, his head lowering so he can whisper into your ear. âJust make sure you take charge. Guys like that sort of thing. Yank him by the shirt or something and kiss him. My advice is foolproof .â
Was the advice really foolproof if the fool himself was giving it to you?
You shoot Atsumu a skeptical look, waving him off before he puts any more ridiculous ideas into your mind.Â
As the night passes, the amount of players reduces, deciding to make their way back home. Atsumu shoots you a wink in passing and you glare back at him, fighting the urge to swat him.
âHeading home?âÂ
You blink up to find Akaashi standing beside you, his brows raised.
âYeah,â you say, a wistful smile coming across your face, âitâs been a long day.â
âI could drive you home?â Akaashi offers, falling into step beside you as you both exit the volleyball stadium.
You had been planning to just catch an uber or something, but when Akaashi stares down at you like that , his gaze soft and lips looking sickeningly inviting, you nod immediately.
A few stolen glances later coupled with you biting back an inappropriate remark at the way his lithe fingers wrap around the steering wheel, you find yourself standing opposite Akaashi in the open doorway of your apartment.
âI guess Iâll see you around?â you say, peering up at Akaashi.
âYeah, I guess so,â Akaashi murmurs, his hands shoving into his pockets.
Akaashi shows no signs of leaving however. Silence passes over you as you both just stand there, staring at each other. Your gaze dips down to his shirt, trying to stop Atsumuâs obnoxious voice from blaring through your normally rational decision making.
Yank him by the shirt or something and kiss him.
Eyes flitting up again, you decide to take your chances. Your hand curls into Akaashiâs shirt, yanking him towards you, lips crashing onto his. Several seconds pass and Akaashi stands there limply, his lips unmoving and non-reciprocating.Â
âIâm so sorry,â you blurt out, feeling utterly mortified as you let go of him. âAtsumu said you wanted to fu- I mean- he said guys liked that sort of thing!â
At the same time, Akaashi begins to speak. âBokuto said you werenât interested.â
â What? â you sputter, eyes widening. Frustration sets your nerves alight and you fish out your phone, dialing Bokutoâs number, ready to give him an earful.Â
âHey,â Akaashi says, plucking your phone from your hand and setting it down onto a nearby dresser, âthink you could do that after I kiss you?â
Your flurry of movements pauses, breath hitching when he steps inside your apartment, the door shutting behind him softly. He smiles down at you, arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer.
âOh,â you breathe out, eyes fluttering as he spins you around, pushing you up against the door gently, ây-yeah, I can do that.â
âYeah?â he whispers, the tip of his nose brushing yours. One of his hands slips up higher, smoothing over the length of your neck to cup your cheek.
You let out an incoherent noise, managing out a jerky nod. Akaashi laughs, tilting your head to the side as he places a soft kiss on your cheek. Your eyes flutter shut, heart racing uncontrollably in your chest as he drags his lips across your skin, planting another kiss to the corner of your mouth.
His glasses dig into your skin but you can hardly find it in yourself to care, pulling him closer desperately when he slots his lips over yours. Akaashi kisses you heatedly and you whine, arms wrapping around his neck to return his kisses eagerly. His tongue gently parts your lips, hands slipping back down to squeeze at your waist and move you flush against him.
A few stumbles later and youâre pushing his chest, watching as he falls back onto the couch. Akaashi grins, his thighs spreading invitingly as he gets comfortable.
âCome sit on my lap, baby.â
You donât have to be told twice. You scramble up onto his lap, straddling his hips, lips finding his again. Akaashi groans when you run your fingers through his hair, hips rolling across his lap as he spreads his fingers over your skirt, groping at your ass.
âSo- so you do wanna fuck me?â you ask breathily, unable to resist yourself from leaning forward and stealing another kiss.
âI thought I made myself obvious,â Akaashi replies, his hands slipping under your skirt to feel the warm, bare skin of your thighs.
A soft hum leaves you, fingers tracing across his cheek before reaching out to take his glasses off, setting them down. You smile down at him hazily and Akaashi smiles back, maneuvering your body so that youâre laying down, head nestled in the cushions.
You bite your lip when he kisses down your neck, sighing softly when he undoes the buttons of your shirt, pulling it apart. Akaashiâs eyes darken when he sees the swell of your breasts in your bra, his hands reaching out to grope at them greedily. You fumble around, unclasping your bra, tossing it behind you.
âSo pretty, baby,â he whispers, pressing a kiss to your lips before kissing down your body.
You gasp when his tongue swirls around your nipple, squirming underneath him as his hot mouth envelops it, sucking and licking, even nipping gently making your body twitch. Back arching, you moan, fingers tugging at his soft hair. Akaashi lets out a hum, mouth opening wide to suck your breast into his mouth, groaning when he feels your hips buck underneath him.
â Fuck ,â Akaashi hisses, his fingers rubbing at your clothed cunt, panties utterly drenched, âyouâre dripping. How long have you been like this?â
You flush, looking away. Akaashi clicks his tongue, grabbing your chin to turn your gaze back onto him.
âTell me,â he coaxes, rucking your skirt up before he tugs your panties up, watching the hard press of the fabric outline your puffy folds.
âMaybe- maybe since you opened that water bottle for me,â you mumble, blinking up at him innocently.Â
Akaashiâs grip falters, his brows shooting up in surprise. Your cheeks are hot, eyes dropping to find his cock straining against his trousers, the bulge making you lick your lips.
âThat long?â he whispers, leaning in.
âMhm,â you nod, arms looping around his neck to pull him into a sloppy kiss, tongue and all.
âIf I knew it was that easy, I wouldâve done it the moment I saw you,â Akaashi smiles, his nose nudging against yours as he continues to rub your pussy through your panties.
âShut up!â you laugh, pushing at his chest.
He laughs with you, smacking a quick kiss to your cheek before slinking down, pulling your thighs apart. A contented sigh leaves you when he licks up over your ruined panties, mewling softly when he pulls them to the side to get a glimpse of your slick pussy.
âSuch a pretty pussy. All of you is so pretty,â he murmurs, pulling your panties off.Â
You donât miss the way he tucks them into his pocket.
Akaashiâs mouth encloses around your clit, sucking with fervor. You let out a strangled moan, fingers fisting his hair roughly, thighs twitching.Â
âA- Akaashi,â you whine, hips rolling up to meet his mouth needily, â hah- oh fuck!- â
His nose nudges into your clit when he stops suckling on your clit, licking up a wide strip along the length of cunt, a low moan slipping out of him as he watches your cunt clench and flutter around nothing.
âTaste so fucking good,â he rasps, arms curling around your thighs, thumbing apart your folds to press his tongue in deeper, licking over the velvety flesh of your cunt.
You moan again, breath catching in your throat when his thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight circles into the sensitive bud before his tongue presses into your aching pussy, thrusting in and out of you. He makes an obscene sound and you tug at his hair roughly, pushing his face deeper into your cunt, squealing when he shakes his head, tongue swiping all over you.
âDonât stop,â you whisper, beginning to chant drunkenly, âdonât stop. Please donât stop.â
Akaashi grunts into your pussy, spreading apart your folds against to spit on your cunt, his tongue swirling around your swollen clit before sucking it into his mouth. He suckles on it hard ; the sensation making your toes curl and eyes squeeze shut tightly.Â
âGonna cum?â he asks, a hoarse laugh leaving him when you push his head back down.
You nod rapidly, hands squeezing at your breasts, pinching and tugging at your own nipples. Akaashi slips his fingers up past your chin and your mouth opens obediently, hips rolling up as you suck on his fingers.Â
A whimper escapes you when his teeth graze your clit, his tongue laving over it again as he sucks desperately, driving you further and further to the edge.
âCum on my tongue, baby,â Akaashi whispers, âwanna watch you cum all pretty and needy.â
You donât need any more encouragement, back arching as your body draws taut. You cum with a cry of his name, squeaking when he licks over your oversensitive pussy, thighs clamping around his head while your fingers tangle in his soft, black hair.Â
Akaashi pulls away with one final suckle to your clit, peppering kisses up your body before slotting his lips over yours again. You whine softly, cupping his cheek to return his kisses feverishly, feeling the press of his clothed cock against your inner thigh.
âTake your clothes off,â you say softly, pecking his lips sweetly.
You squirm out of your skirt and top when he gets off of you, watching with hazy eyes as he pulls his shirt up over your head. The flex of his biceps has you letting out a low whine, fingers slipping between your thighs, unable to help yourself, rubbing your clit unabashedly.
Akaashi doesnât miss the movement, shooting you a lazy grin, his hand smoothing over his trousers, squeezing at his bulge.
âEnjoying the view?â he murmurs, unbuttoning his trousers, âhm, baby?â
ââm enjoying it a lot,â you reply airily, entranced by the motion of his hand as he grasps himself through his boxers.
Your breath catches in your throat when he pushes his boxers down, tongue feeling heavy as you watch the bob of his cock, heavy and thick. The hardened length twitches when he wraps his hand around himself, pumping his cock, pre-cum beading at the tip.
âT-taste?â you mewl, slipping off the couch and crawling towards him, âwanna taste, âkaashi.â
âNeedy baby,â he whispers, running his fingers through your hair, brushing it out of your face.
Your eyes flutter shut when he bends, meeting his lips in a short kiss. Akaashi presses the head of his cock against your lips soon after, a moan slipping out of him when he sees the way his pre-cum spreads across your lips.
You lick your lips, mewling at the taste of his pre-cum, mouth opening wider, tongue lolling out.
âWant it,â you whisper, fingers digging into thighs, âplease?â
ââm gonna give it to you,â Akaashi rasps, grasping the base of his cock to smack the head of it against your tongue a few times. âGo ahead, pretty.â
You hum happily, mouth wrapping around his cock, hand curling around the base of it. Akaashi groans, his head tipping back as you squirm on your knees, fingers finding your slippery clit again.
âJust like that,â he whispers when you begin to bob your head, tongue swirling around the head of his cock, suckling gently.
Akaashiâs thighs twitch, the hand tangled in your hair tightening when you shuffle closer, mouth stretching open to take more of him into your mouth.Â
You suck and lick, practically dripping onto the carpet beneath you as you hear the grunts and groans that leave Akaashi. He sounds pretty, the little airy gasps and stutters of his breath giving you the encouragement to try and take him deeper, your nose pressing into the black tufts of coarse hair at the base of his cock, before you pull off with watery eyes.
âI might have a hard time letting go of you after this,â Akaashi says, watching as you blink up at him with starry eyes, stroking his hand over your hair as you mouth lazily across the length of his cock.Â
âSo donât,â you whisper, laving your tongue across the head of his cock, tasting his pre-cum.
You land a soft kiss to the tip, tilting your head to kiss at his heavy balls. Akaashi stops you before you can suck them into your mouth, dipping his head down to kiss you instead.
ââm gonna cum if you do that,â he whispers against your lips.
âThatâs sort of the point,â you smile, hand stroking along his length.
He snorts, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you up onto your feet. His throbbing cock presses against your stomach as you wind your arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. Akaashi gropes at the fat of your ass appreciatively, both of you standing together as you makeout languidly.Â
You pull away for air soon after, hands roaming across his firm chest, eyes growing hazier with the way the muscles of his abdomen flex under your touch. A glob of pre-cum beads at the tip of Akaashiâs cock and you grasp his hand, rocking up to kiss his cheek before pulling him after you.
âWanna ride my cock?â he whispers, teeth nipping at your earlobe gently when you lead him into your bedroom.
âY- yeah,â you reply airily, crawling up onto his lap when he sits down, his back against the headboard of your bed.
You rock your hips, grinding your cunt against his hot length, mewling softly when the tip of it nudges against your clit a few times. Akaashi catches your chin, pulling you forward for another filthy kiss, his hands smoothing up and down the length of your back.
âSink down on it, baby.â
A soft whimper escapes you at his low voice, hands gripping his shoulders as you rise up onto your knees. Akaashi wraps his hand around the base of his cock, holding it for you. His head tips back, a guttural groan leaving him when you sink down on his cock, your nails digging into his skin.
â Oh- â you whine, ââkaashi- hah- â
âKeiji,â he replies, fingers dimpling the fat of your hips, trying to gain some semblance of control with the way your cuntâs clenching around his cock, âcall me Keiji, baby.â
You let out a dazed sigh, rolling your hips and whining again, your own head tipping back.
âK- Keiji, you feel so good.â
Akaashi moans appreciatively in response to your words, landing a spank to your ass to urge you to move. You hiccup, cupping his cheeks, mouth dropping open in a silent moan as you roll your hips one more time and begin to rise and fall on his cock.
He keeps his eyes on you, letting out soft pants as you mewl and whimper out his name, hips swaying back to meet his thrusts when he begins to move his hips too.
âGood girl,â Akaashi whispers, head dipping to suck your breast into his mouth, âgripping me so tight, baby.â
âKeiji,â you mewl, dragging out his name in a needy call.
ââm right here, pretty,â Akaashi murmurs, arms wrapping around your waist more firmly.Â
You squeal when he lifts you up and begins to drop you down onto his cock himself, his face pressing into your chest, leaving desperate, heated open-mouthed kisses against your sweaty skin as he makes you take his cock.
âOh fuck-,â you begin to gasp out, eyes squeezing shut, â oh fuck! â
âTake it,â Akaashi hisses, hands drifting down to grip the fat of your ass tighter, âfucking take my cock, baby.â
A surprised squeak leaves you when he lays you down, his cock pushing into you almost immediately after. Your legs wrap around his hips, hand reaching for his as he fucks his cock into you, the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoing lewdly throughout the room.
You scrabble at the bedsheets, trying to find some purchase as Akaashi drives his cock into you harder and faster.
âGonna make me cum,â he grunts, face pressing into the crook of your neck, his body dropping to be flush against yours, hips rolling to a slow grind.
ââm gonna cum too,â you say weakly, eyes fluttering as he mouths at your breast lazily.Â
Akaashi peers down at you when he pushes himself up, bullying his cock into your cunt, balls pressed snugly against your ass.
âCan I cum inside?â he asks softly, brushing your hair out of your face.
âYouâre a terrible influence,â you sigh, giving him a dazed smile as you pull him down for a kiss, âbut yes, you can.â
Akaashi grins, mouth slotting over yours again, thumb rubbing at your clit. He groans when he feels you clench around him, his hips stuttering jerkily when you dig your heels into the backs of thighs, forcing him to push his cock in deeper.Â
âBrat,â he hisses, head dropping forward as he lets out a low whine, cock jerking inside of you as he cums.
You squirm, back arching as his thumb rubs harder, thighs twitching as you fall apart on his cock. Akaashi pants against your chest, his eyes squeezed shut as he lets out a few more whines, thick cum filling you up.
He rolls off of you so as to not crush you with his weight, running his hand through his hair. You curl up into his side, leaning forward to kiss his jaw.
ââm gonna go clean up,â you whisper.
Akaashi nods, patting your hip affectionately, his eyes trained on the sway of your hips as you disappear into the bathroom.
You tug on a fresh shirt and a pair of panties, crawling back into bed to find Akaashiâs pulled his boxers back up over his hips, the manga volume you had been reading last night in his hand.
âItâs good,â you inform him, pressing into his side, head resting on his shoulder as you look over the little panels of drawings.
âIâd hope so,â Akaashi says, his hand rubbing at your side absentmindedly.
âWhy?â you ask, brows furrowing.
âI happen to be the editor.â
You stare at him blankly, eyes flitting from his towards the manga. âNo way.â You snatch the manga from him, flipping through towards the large page. His name is there in the little lettering, plain as day.
Editing: Akaashi Keiji
He smiles at you, nuzzling into your cheek, pressing several kisses here and there.
âWell,â you say, setting the manga down and wrapping your arms around his neck, ânow you have to tell me whatâs to come.â
âMy lips are sealed,â Akaashi replies, kissing the corner of your mouth.
âKeiji!â you whine, pouting up at him.
âNot happening, baby,â he says, shaking his head before leaning forward to kiss the pout off of your mouth.
You let out an irritated huff, pushing his head away when he tries to kiss you again.
âLook at that,â he muses, âyou get all sulky like Bokuto.â
âPlease donât insult me.â
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the newlyweds
Pairing ËË°âą*ââ· Logan Howlett x fem!reader (Flux)
a/n: I wrote this at 3 AM and I'm also pretty sure I'm sick, so bare with me. Based on this: ask
You know Logan can't stand you, but it doesn't stop the way you feel about him. Your mind recognizes the hate in his eyes whenever you're in the same room, but your heart can't. Finally, you come to terms with the truth: it's never gonna happen. However, your newfound resolve is flipped on its head when you're forced to go undercover with him as newlyweds. Your new wedding ring is a noose and you don't know how you'll survive it or him.
You stumble forward as someone knocks into you from behind. Their shoulder jams painfully into your ribcage and you trip into the wall in front of you. âShit,â you hiss, rubbing your back and turning around to glare at whoever it was. You figure it's a kid skipping class, imagine your surprise when itâs a fully grown man practically growling at you.Â
âWhere the hell am I?â He darts forward, grabbing you by the arms and jerking you towards him. âWho are you people?â Youâre stunned into silence, eyes wide with shock as he pushes your spine into the wall behind you.Â
You recognize him now. This is the man who was with Rogue in the truck you, Ororo, and Summers rescued. The only reason you donât toss him across the room and rip his spine out through his throat is because you know how disoriented he is. Though, with the way his claws threaten to pierce your skin, you are tempted to.Â
âAh,â a familiar and welcomed voice sounds out from beside you both. âI see youâve met Flux.â Charles rarely ever uses your actual name, mainly introducing you through your X-Men persona. Itâs a preference of yours.Â
The manâs eyes dart between you and Charles, and your own turn into slits the longer he keeps his tight grip on you. âWanna let me go now?â You demand voice practically a growl. Your patience has never been wonderful, but heâs really working on your last nerve.Â
He blinks, seemingly coming back to himself. With an almost regretful look, he lets you go. You sigh in irritation, straightening your shirt out and shoving past the corner heâs pushed you into. âWho the hell is this?â You snap, moving to stand behind Charles.Â
He gives you an apologetic look, âIâm not sure. He hasnât introduced himself yet.â He gives the man an expectant look. Instead of answering he glances around, and scoffs.Â
âWhat is this, summer camp? You people donât need to know me, I donât need to know you. Just show me how to get the fuck out, alright?â Finding Charlesâ school had been heaven on earth. Heâd provided you with a home and a haven you never thought you would have the privilege of. Youâd never shown anger in the face of his guidance or generosity. But many have.Â
You can tell, as much as the man in front of you might believe otherwise, heâs going to be enjoying the comfort of Charlesâ protection soon. You move to the side, leaving them to their conversation. Instead, you focus on keeping the kids away from the newest form of entertainment. You usher them towards their classes, despite their reluctance.Â
The other members of the team soon join you all, introducing themselves. âStorm, Cyclops,â he scoffs a little at Scottâs name and you feel a reluctant smile tugging at your lips. He turns towards you, brows furrowed inquisitively, âFlux?â
âMatter manipulation,â you explain bluntly. He shrugs his shoulders giving you a blank look. Sighing you hold out your hand and gesture to Charlesâ desk. With a flick of your wrist, it melts into an unnatural form of liquid wood. Loganâs eyes widen and you canât help but finally let the full smile form on your lips. âFlux was just what fourteen-year-old me thought fit best.â
He nods, turning back towards Charles with a smarmy grin. âAnd what do they call you, wheels?â Your eyes widen with shock and an unbidden laugh surges forth. Charles sends you a playful glare and you have to turn around to keep from laughing more.Â
Youâd thought you wouldnât like this one. Itâs always bad when thereâs a member on the team you donât get along with. Itâs not common, but it has happened. They simply keep you separated if they can. The school is wonderful, but itâs not perfect. Not everyone will like each other. You think you and Logan will get along just fine, though.
It started slow, barely noticeable at first. You didnât know him well enough to understand that the way he treats you is completely different from how he treats everyone else. Where your greetings are brushed off with cold shoulders or the occasional glare, others at the very least get a brief mumble of hello. When you speak, you can practically feel the irritation wafting off of him in waves. You taste his hatred in every interaction.Â
Thereâs no exact moment you can pinpoint where you went wrong. Sure, your introduction to one another was rocky at best. But heâd nearly thrown Jean across the room when they first met and they got along just fine.Â
Youâve thought about it, for far too long, about what makes you different than the others. Is it your smile? The pitch of your voice? Of course, you understand that sometimes there are just people that you meet and something inside you hates them. Thereâs never a true explanation behind the feeling, just instinct.Â
But you canât place what about you would make someone so guarded, so mean. It feels like such a childish word, like too simple of a way to explain Logan. The very least you know about him is that he can never be summed up with the word simple. There are secrets buried deep within him, some he knows, others he doesnât. You canât just slap a label on him and walk away.Â
More often than not, though, you feel like youâre talking to one of your childhood bullies and not a team member. Because, despite your own feelings towards him, at the end of the day you are team members. Thereâs no getting around it. From that connection comes, what should be, a base level of respect.Â
Youâre both in charge of protecting one another and looking out for each other on the field. That means when you put on the suit, youâre putting aside petty grievances. But he seems incapable of that as well.Â
Youâve spent mornings practicing your greetings, trying to tone down your cheeriness or inflect your voice with a more welcoming timbre. Youâve changed how you dress, how you do your hair, even your makeup. And at the end of it all, you still got the same miserable look and distinct feeling of worthlessness. All of the change has been temporary, you are a creature of habit. Inevitably, you slide back into the same habits and styles that make you, you.Â
You feel stupid, trying to change yourself to better fit someone else's tastes. Especially when itâs someone who so clearly despises you. Itâs not how you carry yourself, how you look, itâs the mere fact you exist that bothers him. At least, thatâs the conclusion youâve come to in all your months of experimenting.Â
It truly shouldnât bother you so much. Thereâs always going to be people who donât like you. Thereâs nothing you can do about it. And youâve never had that desire to change other's opinions on you. But something about Logan has dug its claws under your skin and has refused to let go. You canât get him out of your head, even when you feel like you hate him, heâs all you think about. Youâve considered asking Jean to use her abilities to somehow dig him out of your brain and keep him out. But you donât think that would work either.Â
You step into the kitchen and nearly freeze in the doorway. Logan sits at the island, back to you as he reads the newspaper. You find yourself lightening your steps, quieting your breath. You make yourself as inconspicuous and convenient as possible. Every time you catch yourself doing something like this, you hate yourself just a little bit more.Â
You shouldnât have to alter parts of yourself to better fit someone elseâs needs. You slip along the tiles, your socked feet slamming into the corner of the counter as you pass it. âShit!â You shout, doubling over as you clutch your throbbing toes.Â
So much for being inconspicuous.Â
Loganâs head shoots up in shock as he glares over his paper at you. You let out a strained whimper, reluctantly releasing your foot and hobbling towards the coffee pot. Youâve taken more bullets than you count, and somehow that still hurt worse.Â
You canât just ignore him, you feel his stare burning into your back, and it feels too dickish-too much like him, to not say anything. âMorning,â you mutter over your shoulder, barely looking at him. You pour your coffee, trying to ignore how daunting the silence seems. You might as well be alone in the room for all the attention heâll grant you.Â
You feel like a beggar, on hands and knees just for a simple hello. Ever since his first night here, heâs been so aloof with you. Itâs only devolved since then. You sigh, slamming the mug onto the counter. Something in you has snapped this morning and itâs not just the bones in your foot. Youâre sick of this.Â
You shouldnât have to walk on eggshells around him. Heâs not a toddler, he doesnât deserve to be coddled and catered to. Heâs a grown man, an X-Men for fuckâs sake. What he needs, is to learn a little emotional regulation.Â
You turn, mouth open and sucking in a deep breath as you prepare your speech. The island is empty as you face it, his stool in the same place it had been while he was on it. The paper lies abandoned, even his nearly full mug is still on the granite.Â
You scoff, snapping your jaw shut and rolling your eyes. âJesus,â you mutter to yourself. Wonderful, even the same room is too much for him now. Something bitter has been forming in your mind. A rage building from weeks of unprompted cruel behavior.Â
Yet, somehow, the thing that pushes you over the edge from interest to resentment is the fact that he didnât say good morning back.Â
You teach history at the school, but the majority of your role at the mansion is to train children with powers similar to yours. Youâve never met a mutant who had such a broad scope with their abilities as you do. Some can turn water to ice, control the blood running through someoneâs veins, or make the air around them a solid block. But youâve yet to meet one who manipulates anything with matter the way you do.Â
Still, for training, you deal with the unreliable, untameable, and generally more dangerous abilities. And sometimes for training, you work with other teachers and let your kids practice on each other. Itâs a rotating schedule, and unfortunately, the week youâve decided you hate him, youâre partnered with Logan for training.Â
Youâve got the entirety of Charlesâ backyard, which is essentially the size of a football field. Itâs a lot of room for accidents and accidental misfires. You stand in front of the pond, admittedly a risky choice with these kids, and direct them all to their partners.Â
âRemember, the goal of this isnât to maim each other,â you give a particularly pointed glare towards Billy. Heâs caused a lot of problems lately with his fires. âItâs just to learn how to wield your abilities to your advantage, to protect yourself and your team.â
You look to Logan, seeing if he wants to add anything or contribute to the class in some way. He just keeps his arms crossed, glowering at all the children like heâs imagining skewering them on his claws. Rolling your eyes, you turn back to the kids. âLet's start with the hand-to-hand maneuvers we went over yesterday before we practice with our abilities.â
âWhy donât you show us?â Your head whips towards Billy and you canât help the sneer on your lips. Heâs sat on the ground, legs crossed leisurely over each other. He doesnât have a care in the world as he taunts you.Â
âWhat?â You grit out, glaring at him.
âShow us what a balanced fight should look like between mutants. You and Logan,â he nods to the aforementioned man. Logan just quirks a brow, glancing at you before turning back to Billy.Â
âI donât think-â
âFine.â You gape at Logan as he tugs his jacket off. He shrugs as he looks at you, moving towards the middle of the field. Of course, he wouldnât pass up the opportunity to try and pummel you. Youâre sure that heâs just been waiting for an excuse to fight you.Â
âIf thatâs what you want,â you mutter bitterly. You pull off your sweatshirt and start walking towards him.Â
âYour cuffs,â Billy calls out from behind you. The other students all watch the interaction with rapt attention. Theyâre practically salivating at the chance to see you two fight each other. Meanwhile, Billy just seems like he wants to see someone bleed.Â
The metal cuffs around your wrists are the only thing that stops you from leveling the entire school. Your abilities are so tightly entwined with your emotions that one unlucky bout of anger can lead you to vaporizing everyone around you. They dull your abilities just enough to still be useful but not deadly. You havenât taken them off in years. And perhaps itâs wrong to lean so heavily on them for protection, but you have. Thatâs your cross to bear. You donât even want to picture what will happen if you open that dam.Â
âWhat?â Billy shrugs, sending you a sharp smirk. âHow are we supposed to trust you, if you canât even use your own damn abilities?â He snorts and narrows his eyes at you, âHow the hell did you even become an X-Men, Flux?â His name rolls off your tongue with a sharpened venom.Â
He oozes hatred and a burning resentment that catches you off guard. Itâs too much to process the insults heâs hurling at you and the sudden one-eighty in his personality. You donât even hear Logan coming until his fist is wrapped in Billyâs collar and heâs yanking him off his feet.Â
He dangles him, just a couple of inches, off the ground, teeth practically bared at the kid. âWanna keep talking, mouth?âÂ
âLog-â Youâre cut off as a fireball shoots out of Billyâs palm and explodes against Loganâs gut. You gasp, throwing up a wall in front of the other kids so it canât hurt them. âAll right,â you call out sternly. âEveryone inside,â you demand, pointing the other kids back towards the manor.Â
You linger with Logan, who still has Billy dangling from his fist, only he looks even more pissed off now. Anyone else, and theyâd be dust at Billyâs feet. But Logan isnât anyone else and the only collateral seems to be his shirt.Â
Not that you mind the view.Â
Billy hasnât been here long enough to know what Loganâs abilities are, though. You donât think he actually knew he could heal. The thought alone is worrying enough that you donât force Logan to let him go. âWe need to get him to Charles,â when Logan doesnât move you put more force behind your voice, ânow.â
Logan lets out a low huff before placing Billy back on his own two feet. He doesnât let him go far, though, keeping his hand around the back of his neck and dragging him forward. You follow behind them, making sure he doesnât rip him to pieces before Charles can speak with him.Â
You sit outside Charlesâ office, fingers tapping restlessly against your thigh as you stare at the mahogany walls in front of you. The red velvet of the seat is too soft and you find yourself slipping to the edge every few seconds. Itâs too soft, too luxurious, your back aches the longer you wait.Â
Charles had instructed both you and Logan to wait for him to finish up with Billy. Itâs been nearly an hour, though, and youâre growing restless. You can tell Logan feels the same way. Heâs pacing the hall like a caged lion about to rip the arm off its keeper.Â
âHow are you?â You blurt out, desperate for something to fill the silence. He stops abruptly, whipping around to face you. You flinch back slightly at the intense glare heâs sporting. âYour stomach, I mean,â you gesture towards the scorch marks on his shirt, the soot on his abs.Â
Itâs been a practice in self-control to not just be staring at his wonderfully sculpted muscles flexing this whole time. Youâre pleasantly surprised with how well youâve been doing so far. Though, now with him facing you, youâre finding it incredibly hard to meet his eye. Heâs such an imposing figure, especially when heâs standing over you like this.Â
âFine,â he barks out, turning back around and effectively ending the conversation. Your eyes narrow and you scoff, god, why do you try?
The door swings open and you expect Billy to come running out crying with his tail tucked between his legs. Instead, you hear the familiar whirl of Charles wheels as he rolls into the hall. He faces you and Logan, a strained smile on his face.Â
âWhereâs Billy?â You slowly get to your feet, peering into his office. Your confusion only grows when you find it empty.Â
âHeâs away from the other children for now. Heâll need private lessons before we allow him near them again. And if that doesnât work, we have no choice but to expel him.â You can tell it hurts Charles to say that.Â
He does genuinely want the best for these kids. He wants mutants to have a home, a place where they can be themselves without fear of retaliation. Sometimes, though, it doesnât work out. Thereâs nothing wrong with that, you all try your best to help the kids. But some of them have been so twisted by the world around them that thereâs no undoing the damage. When they pose a risk the way Billy does, the other kids come first.Â
Logan scoffs with distaste, stalking closer to Charles. âHe tried to kill me, fucking tried to get Flux to take her cuffs off.â He gestures towards you, for once, though, you donât feel like youâre being attacked. Even he can understand the dangers of that demand is idiotic. Itâs clear Billy only wanted to watch everyone around him get hurt, he didnât care about the consequences.Â
Charles holds up a pacifying hand, nodding his head and dismissing Loganâs concerns. âIâm quite aware of what happened, Logan. But Billy is my responsibility and heâs not the reason I needed to talk to you both.â
He rolls back into his office, expecting you both to follow him. You fall in line behind him, taking a seat at his desk. Logan takes another minute to join you both, a reluctant scowl on his face as he sits beside you. Charles waves his hand, the door closing and providing you all with a little bit more privacy.Â
He reaches into a drawer on his desk, pulling out a thin manilla folder. He pushes it towards both you and Logan. You share a confused look with Logan before flipping the file open. There are a few pictures of a stereotypical suburban neighborhood. Bright green laws, uniform driveways, each house looks the same as the last.Â
There are a few more pictures, all of them taken from an awkward distance that makes it hard to determine what youâre looking at. You pass the pictures to Logan and shake your head at Charles. âI donât understand, what is all this?â
âYour next mission,â he informs you both with a strained smile.Â
Loganâs head shoots up, eyes narrowing in on Charles. âExcuse me?â He demands, his voice a growl more than anything.Â
âThere have been some disturbing rumors about this neighborhood. Mentions of a possible mutant trafficking ring being conducted behind closed doors. Normally, I would dismiss such claims. Oftentimes these are just ways to bait and snatch mutants. However, my own attempts at telepathic investigation have been thwarted. Even with Cerebro, I canât seem to breach the neighborhood.â
âSomethingâs blocking you?â You ask, snatching the pictures back from Logan to get a better look. He tosses the folder back on the desk, muttering something you canât hear.Â
âOr someone. Iâm worried there might be some truth to these rumors. And since I canât find a safe way in, I need your help. You only need to do some reconnaissance. The only problem is how gated the community is. Theyâre not going to let anyone in unless they live there.â
Charles gives you both a cheekily expectant look. The truth is so hard to swallow that you almost canât process it. âNo,â you mutter, shaking your head and smiling, waiting for the punchline. When one doesnât come you get up from your seat and give him a disbelieving look. âYou want us undercover?â
Charles pulls out a key and smiles widely, âCongratulations on your new home, newlyweds.â
Logan shoots up from his seat, it wobbles precariously, nearly toppling to the ground. âYou want me to move into a house with her?â He spits out the sentence like it pains him to even have it in his mouth. A disbelieving smile spread across your cheeks, sardonic laughter slipping through parted lips. âWhy canât I do it with Jean? Or better yet you just get some other asshole to play her husband?â
Your heart stutters to a stop and you quickly rip your eyes off the pair. The stung worse than you think it should. Your heart aches, each beat painful. You feel like someoneâs punched through your chest and ripped at all the tender bits.Â
âI have chosen you,â Charles loses all humor from his voice. He is stern, like a father scolding his child, as he speaks to Logan. âAnd thatâs the end of it. Besides, I donât suppose that Jeanâs fiance would appreciate her playing house with another man.â He places heavy emphasis on fiance, enough to get Logan to purse his lips and look away from him.
You speak up, your voice a surprise to them both. You claw through the lump in your throat, ignoring the hot burn behind your eyes. âIâm not doing this. Especially not with him,â you force the words out, wiping roughly at your cheeks. âShit,â you hiss, looking down and trying to hide the tears that have slowly trickled down.Â
You donât allow either of them to argue, running out of the door and ignoring the calls of your name behind you. You canât do this. Canât pretend to be in love with Logan, not when he hates you. Not when itâs so close to the truth.Â
Evidently, Charles didn't feel like giving either of you a choice.
You drum your fingers along the door handle. The cab of the truck rattles as the trailer drags along behind you. The trees have begun to thin out on the road, and more shopping centers pop up than youâve seen this whole trip. Itâs the how you know youâre getting closer, that and the map on Loganâs thigh. You steal glances at it because he refused to let you help him navigate.Â
Besides the occasional ask for a bathroom break and refuted offer of switching drivers, the four-hour road trip has been quiet. You tried to turn the radio on earlier but heâd shut it off nearly immediately. He claimed that the pop shit they play makes his ears ring.Â
You were almost tempted to turn it up to full volume if only to torture him a little bit.Â
Loganâs rough voice jars you out of your head, âIâm going to need to know your real name.â
You frown, brows furrowed in confusion. Had you still not given him your actual name? Heâs always referred to you as Flux, but you just assumed thatâs because he didnât want you to be an actual person in his eyes. Itâs easier to hate someone if you can distance yourself from the idea of them having actual feelings. Still, you canât believe he never asked someone for it.Â
It just shows you how little he cares for you. Reluctantly, you give it to him. He hums, something pensive pinching at his face. âWhat?â You snap, waiting for him to insult you.Â
He just shrugs, âItâs pretty,â he mutters, so quiet you almost donât hear him. You donât even know how to respond to that, so caught off guard by a genuine compliment that you just choose to ignore it. You doubt he meant it, anyway. He might think the name is pretty, but he doesnât hold the same opinion of the person connected to it.Â
You sink back into the silence, finding it more comforting than jarring now. Youâd prefer the familiar feeling of him ignoring you than the abrupt turn in character. He glances over at you, something like regret on his face as he sighs.Â
Thankfully, he doesnât say anything else. Instead, in what feels like an extension of an olive branch, he turns the radio back on. He keeps the volume low, so it doesnât bother him so much. But at least thereâs something to listen to besides your breathing.Â
You turn back towards the window, a white sign surrounded by daises coming up as Logan slows the truck down. He flicks on his turn signal, pulling up to Storybrook Walk. He stops in front of a large wrought iron gate and jumps out of the truck. He runs up to a black metal box, flipping the lid open and typing in the code Charles gave you both. As he gets back in the truck, the gate swings open widely.Â
You pull your rings out of your pocket and slip yours on. âHere,â you urge, holding Loganâs ring out to him. He huffs, glaring down at it before snatching it out of your hand. He balances his hands atop the wheel, slipping the ring on his left hand.Â
The neighborhood is picture-perfect suburbia. The lawns are bright green and manicured to perfection. You can hear children laughing as they play in their backyards and draw out a hopscotch grid on the sidewalk. Women and men who look like theyâre straight from the fifties stop on the sidewalk and wave as you drive through the gated community.Â
You mouth the numbers on the mailboxes to yourself, sitting up straighter when youâre one house away from your new home for the next few weeks. âHey,â you frown, noticing a large congregation of people in the driveway of 1220. âThis is our house isnât it?â
Logan frowns, stopping the truck just before pulling in so he doesnât hit anyway. âSupposed to be.â He glares at the people suspiciously, âStay here, alright?â
You nod, watching him as he jumps out and rounds the front of the truck. You roll your window down, fingers dancing along the metal of your cuffs. Thereâs no way youâve been found out before youâve even gotten a chance to investigate.Â
âHey!â Loganâs voice is scary on a good day, but when he feels threatened, itâs enough to frighten a grown man. You can see the people flinch slightly away from him. Thatâs when you spot the wrapped cookies in a blonde womanâs hand and see children hiding with balloons on the porch.Â
âOh, fuck,â you mutter. You throw the door open, racing after Logan before he does something stupid. âHowdy neighbors!â You shout, speaking over him before he gets a chance to say anything else. You rush up to Loganâs side, nearly out of breath in your haste to get to him. âIs this our welcoming committee?â
You glare up at him and his eyes narrow as he sees the same thing you did. âShit,â he mutters under his breath.Â
âSmile and wave,â you whisper through gritted teeth. His lips peel up into something terrifying and it takes everything in you not to flinch back. âWhat the fuck is that?â You mutter.
âA smile,â he hisses, glaring down at you in irritation.Â
A blonde woman steps forward before you can continue your hushed argument. âWelcome!â She calls out in a heavy southern accent, throwing her arms open with a bright smile. She walks as fast as she can in her tight skirt and kitten heels, coming over to embrace you, the casserole in her hand balancing precariously behind you.Â
She tugs Logan down into a hug, pressing a kiss to his cheek and staining the skin red. âSurprise!â The kids on the porch jump out with balloons and flowers and she winces.Â
âA bit late on the delivery,â she waves it off with a faux chuckle. âBut we donât mind âcause theyâre so darn cute.â She is very⊠loud. Thereâs something about her that is meant to be charming but puts you on edge. Sheâs got all the familiar characteristics of a woman youâd love to be around, but sheâs executing it like someone playing a character. âShiela,â she holds out her hand, perfectly manicured nails shining bright red.Â
You take her hand introducing yourself, âAnd this is my husband, Logan. Forgive him for his tone, we had an accident on the highway earlier. Weâre still a little on edge.â
âOh no,â she gasps, pressing her nails to her chest and even that seems plastic. âWhat happened?â
Years of bullshitting your way through school presentations are finally coming in handy. You think quickly on your feet, something these people would despise. You need something that endears you to them, âTire blew out and someone tried to raid the trailer while we were fixing it.â
She lets out a disapproving hum and the throng of people behind her echoes it with disturbing harmony. You find yourself leaning closer towards Logan, feeling like you need to defend yourself against them. You know theyâre only an overzealous HOA committee, but there is something uncanny about them.Â
Sensing your discomfort, Logan wraps his arm around your shoulder, tugging you into his side. You have to school your features into one of neutrality. Youâre supposed to be newlyweds, this is normal behavior for you. His touch feels like ice water being tossed over you, though. His willing embrace makes your head swim with distaste and skepticism.Â
âWell,â a man steps forward. Heâs conventionally handsome, with brown hair cropped short, slight stubble on his cheeks, slacks, and a button-up that he fills out nicely. His smile, however, stretches too wide and shows too many teeth. A shiver crawls up your spine as he places his hand on Shielaâs shoulder. âYou wonât have to worry about people like that here, thatâs for sure. John,â he offers his hand to Logan, bypassing you completely. âHead of the HOA here at Storybrook.â
âNice to meet you, Johnâ Logan falls just short of sincere. He towers slightly over John and you can see that heâs squeezing his hand just a bit too tight by the wince of Jouhnâs face. You dig your elbow into his side and he drops his hand immediately.Â
Your gaze drifts over their shoulders and your stomach drops. The people behind them all hold dishes full of food and gift baskets. Their smiles are pinned to their faces, never once flinching out of place. Thereâs no joy in their eyes, though. Theyâre glazed over like theyâre a million miles away. You would think they were mannequins before you even considered them human.Â
âLong drive?â Shiela asks, your eyes dart back to hers only to find her intense stare already wholly focused on you.Â
âYeah,â you answer, clearing your throat of the panic rising in it. âWeâre gonna have a fun time unloading this,â you laugh humorlessly, motioning towards the trailer.
She waves her hands in dismissal. âDonât you worry about that, hun. Thatâs what neighbors are for after all.â She looks behind her, snapping her fingers a few times. The otherâs start going towards the trailer and you feel Logan tense under your touch.Â
A kid reaches it first, they manage to unlock it before you shout, âNo!â Itâs too loud, echoing through the street and making you clench your eyes shut in embarrassment. You turn back towards Shiela and John, both of them wearing shocked expressions. You chuckle awkwardly, âThereâs just a lot of family heirlooms. I donât want to risk them being damaged.â There are no heirlooms, just empty boxes and surveillance equipment that you'll have no chance of explaining away.
Shiela purses her lips into a tight smile, eyes turned to slits as she nods. âOf course,â you know she doesnât believe you for a second. âWell then, weâll just take all this inside.â She snaps and the others take their casseroles and gifts and begin flooding towards your front door. Shiela and John walk behind them, herding them all into a straight line.Â
You let go of Logan immediately, glaring at the door of your home. Shiela holds a key in her hand, unlocking it and letting everyone inside. You scoff and shake your head in disbelief. âWhat the actual fuck?â You hiss.Â
Logan just shakes his head. âFucking bizarre, what the hell is wrong with these people?â He starts back towards the truck and you follow him. âI almost prefer the welcoming committee at the manor.â
You roll your eyes, âI was your welcoming committee,â you grouse.Â
He shrugs, âI know.â You swat lightly at his shoulder and relatch the trailerâs lock. You linger by the mailbox as Logan pulls the truck into the driveway. Heâs getting out just as the others finally leave your house.Â
Shiela walks back towards you and you gesture towards the keyring in her hand. âGot a key to my house?â You play it off as a joke but itâs incredibly disturbing to know she could walk in at any minute.Â
âOf course,â she smiles and shrugs it off like itâs the simplest thing in the world. âFor the safety of everyone here.â Her smile drops and she takes an imposing step towards you, âInspections are every Wednesday at noon.â Your jaw drops in astonishment and you choke on your words. She cackles loudly, face breaking out into a smile once more. âIâm just kidding, honey! God, your face, youâre too gullible, sweetheart.â
You force out a chuckle, smiling as much as you can force. âOf course, silly me,â you barely make it sound believable. This is going to be much harder than you thought.Â
âWell,â John comes up behind her, guiding her away from you. âWeâll get out of your hair now. Welcome, neighbors!â The others around them all call out a Welcome as they drift across your lawn and head back to their own homes.Â
Logan walks up to your side, the both of you keeping stilted smiles on your faces, waiting for them to just go away. But they pause at their doors, in almost perfect synchronization they turn and wave at you both. You back further into Loganâs chest and his grip on you tightens.Â
âWhat. The. Fuck.â They step through their homes at the same moment and you feel sick to your stomach. There is something seriously wrong here, youâre not sure you want to find out the truth of it.Â
You leave Logan to unload the trailer while you unpack the boxes. Youâre forced to do it all by hand while the front door is open. You canât risk someone stopping by for a visit and seeing you float the couch through the middle of the living room. Youâre stumped on how to set up the surveillance equipment. Shiela doesnât seem like the type to understand boundaries when it comes to popping by for a visit.Â
Youâre just going to have to keep most of it upstairs and set up some cameras on the porch. You donât doubt that sheâll abuse that key of hers as she sees fit. You canât imagine how anyone could stand living in this neighborhood. Having no privacy seems like a nightmare. Especially when the commander of the HOA is John and Shiela. They seem like the type to fine you over a rosebush.Â
Logan grunts, dragging in the couch. He pushes it through the doorway and kicks the door closed behind him. The second itâs closed he drops the act and picks the couch up with one hand. âWhere do you want it?âÂ
You point towards the back wall of the living room and he drops it with a small groan. âWeâre going to need to put cameras out on the porch,â you inform him, still digging through the box. He walks behind you, heading for the fridge and digging around in it.Â
âFuck,â he mutters. You look up, watching as he tosses aside casserole after casserole. âThey didnât bring any beer?â
You laugh a little and get up, heading towards the cooler youâd packed. âThey donât seem the type.â You lean over, digging around through the melted ice until your fingers brush against cool glass. You straighten up, sending him a coquettish smile. âWant a beer after all that hard work, darling?â You taunt, playing the perfect housewife.Â
He scoffs and holds his hand out, snatching it from the air as you toss it at him. He pulls the cap off with his teeth, spitting it out into the sink. âAnd a sandwich while youâre at it,â he demands roughly.Â
If you werenât a connoisseur of dry humor, you wouldnât have recognized the joke for what it was. Still, youâre almost too shocked he even bothered to play along with you to laugh. Almost, you canât help the slight chuckle that slips out. Â
He throws himself on the couch, taking a deep swig from the bottle, and the moment feels remarkably domestic. You suppose that it should. That is the whole reason youâre here after all. But you hadnât expected even a singular pleasant moment with Logan.Â
This, playful banter and a shared joke, thatâs all you could ever want from him. You would settle for this if it was all he was willing to give you. But he canât even grant you that. This is one outlier in a long list of rude remarks and dismissive behavior. You canât let yourself be so easily swayed.Â
âI might try and get some cameras on the other houses,â Logan remarks from the couch. He kicks his feet on the coffee table and you click your tongue at him, motioning towards his shoes. With an aggrieved sigh, he undoes the laces of his boots and kicks them off. You glare at the dirt that flings across the carpet but a quick wave of your hand makes it disappear.Â
âDonât bother with the cameras. Theyâve all got security.â You turn away from the box youâre unpacking with a pensive frown. âTheyâre all covered by the same company, too. All of them. Isnât that weird?â
He scoffs and shrugs. âAnywhere else, yeah. But Iâm pretty sure they piss at the same time here.â Your nose wrinkles at his crude words and you roll your eyes.Â
âTake this seriously.â
He huffs out a laugh, âI am. Didnât you see them earlier? They only breathe because Shiela lets them.â You take a seat at the kitchen table, uncomfortable attempting to take a spot on the couch. He sighs when he sees the expression on your face, finally dropping the dismissive attitude. âIâll just be smart about how I set up our cameras, alright?â
You just nod, reaching for the box of your essentials on the table. Itâs strange to be sitting beside him, talking to him. Youâve never gotten more than two words out of him. This is so far out of your normal comfort zone that you feel like youâre crawling out of your skin trying to escape.Â
âIâm going to go to bed,â you announce awkwardly, shooting up from your seat at the table.Â
The beer pauses halfway to his lips and he gives you an odd look. âOkay?â He responds slowly, not sure why youâre telling him this. You open your mouth, and almost tell him to have a good night, but change your mind at the last second.Â
You move towards the bedroom near the front door, âFlux,â you turn slightly and he shakes his head. âTake the one upstairs.â
Your brows furrow, âWhy?â You demand, an attitude edging its way into your voice.Â
âSo if Shiela busts down our door I can protect us,â you know heâs teasing, but the sentiment is nice. âAnd so I donât have to set up the surveillance shit upstairs,â your face drops and you roll your eyes. There it is.Â
âDick,â you mutter, storming towards the stairs, your boxes hovering along behind you. His laughter follows you up the stairs, even when you slam the door shut. Although, when you take in the room, you canât find it in yourself to complain for a second about it.Â
While Logan is screwed with the teeny guest room downstairs, you get the largest bedroom youâve ever been in all to yourself. The closet could practically be another bedroom. The bath is more like a jacuzzi than it is a tub.
A four-poster bed sits against the wall, the fluffiest comforter ever becoming you forth like a siren. Thereâs even a table in the middle of the room, with a chair, perfect for setting up as your desk.Â
You scoff in astonishment, âOh, I could get used to this.â You place your boxes on the table and start pulling out your clothes. You toss yourself on the bed, bouncing against the sheets, and throw pillows go flying everywhere. You flick your wrist, all your essentials flying out of the boxes and sorting themselves out.Â
After a luxurious soak in the tub, youâre spread out along the bed, the limited information from Charles's file spread out before you. There are only a few blurry pictures of the neighborhood and a typed-up page of everything heâs heard about Sotrybrook. Thereâs nothing even remotely useful here.Â
You sigh, tossing the file to the floor and looking out the large window of your room. Youâve got a camera placed on the sill, programmed to take a picture anytime thereâs movement. You doubt youâre going to get much from that. The secrets of this place seem to be buried deep. Youâre gonna have to get real friendly with your neighbors if you want to get out of here fast.Â
Logan is on the computer, trying to sync all of the cameras up. You clean up the dishes from breakfast and tidy up the kitchen. Youâre trying to decide how you should start investigating when thereâs a dainty knock on the door.Â
Your brows furrow and you peer around the cupboards to look at the door. Loganâs head lifts and he shares an odd look with you. He gets up from the couch and glances through the peephole.Â
You drop the towel on the counter and frown as his shoulders slump forward. Something pinched appears on his face and he sighs. âWhat?â You hiss at him.
He turns and glares at you, âYouâll see.â You shake your head in confusion as he throws the door open.Â
His attitude makes a lot more sense when you hear a very happy, âHowdy!â Shiela stands in your doorframe, three women hovering behind her. At least they look awake, unlike the people from last night. A redhead with the most gorgeous waves youâve ever seen holds beach towels in her arms. A brunette with flawless brown skin carries a jug of lemonade. And a woman with black hair and a perfect figure is carrying a plate of cookies.Â
All of these women are wearing bathing suits that look like theyâve been snatched out of a fashion magazine from the sixties. Each of them is gorgeous, alarmingly so. Theyâre beautiful to the point of being flawless. As you walk out of the kitchen and take a step closer, Shiela welcomes herself into your home.Â
You donât even think you see pores on their faces. Each of them offers you the same practiced smile that you force yourself to return. âHow are you settling in?â Shiela demands, not asks.Â
âUm,â you look to Logan for help but heâs just as perplexed as you are. âJust fine, Shiela, thanks. What are you all doing?â
The redhead rolls her eyes playfully, âTanning, sweetheart.â She glances at Logan expectantly and he grabs his duffel from by the couch.Â
âI think thatâs my cue,â he falls easily into the role of a playful husband. But you donât need him to play along right now. You need him to stay where the fuck he is so youâre not alone with the barbies.Â
âHa ha, donât go,â you whisper, trying to grab at his sleeve. âLogan,â you hiss, making sure the others canât hear you as they look around your home. âDonât do this.â
He dips his head down, and for one stupid moment, you think he might kiss you. âGood luck,â he whispers in your ear, backing off with a smug smirk and letting himself out of the house.Â
Oh, youâre going to fucking kill him.Â
âFinally,â the brunette breathes out a relieved breath, âI thought heâd never leave.â
Shiela chuckles, âYouâre lucky honey. It took us a long while to have ours so well trained.â She motions to the other girls, âThis is Madge,â the redhead smiles and gives a cute wave. She introduces the rest quickly and you file the information away for later when youâre writing your report.Â
Madge- husband is the vendor consultant for the HOA.Â
Sierra - brunette - husband is secretary of the HOA.Â
Kimiko - black hair - no husband.Â
Your brows furrow in confusion as Kimiko nods in greeting. You return it, suspicions running thick in your blood. Itâs odd, that their husbands are in charge of the HOA, you figured they would be. Beyond that, the emphasis they put on it is astonishing. You really didnât think the HOA was so important but itâs practically the government here. And the women only seem to hold importance if their husbands do. Shiela is essentially their leader, sheâs the one you need to impress.
This whole thing seems incredibly backward and like a blast from the past. The way they style their hair, do their makeup, dress- it's all fashioned after the fifties and sixties. You feel incredibly out of place in your worn-down pajamas and frizzy braids.Â
âWeâre not really tanning,â Madge tells you. âThis is just a way for us ladies to get to know the new kid in the neighborhood and tell you everything you need to know,â she leans in, smiling like sheâs sharing a conspiratorial secret with you.Â
âDonât let Madge scare you,â Sierra shoots her a glare. âItâs not that big of a deal, itâs just a way for us to escape our husbands for an hour.â
âWell,â you chuckle awkwardly, crossing your arms over your chest as you grow uncomfortable under their tense stares. It feels like their eyes are peeling back your skin, exposing everything underneath as they judge every nook and cranny of your soul. âI havenât reached that stage yet.â
Shielaâs smile loses some of its humor and she scoffs. âYou will,â she assures you, acrid bitterness coating her words. âGive it a few years,â she gives you a bitchy and all-knowing smirk. Your hackles raise, the urge to defend your sham of a marriage rising quickly in you. You bite your tongue, swallowing down your smart retort before you say something you regret.Â
Youâre not even married to Logan, but you donât like her butting her nose so far into your business. âSadly, I donât have a bathing suit.â
âOh,â Kimiko gives you a blank smile, âWe brought you one.â Madge moves the towels aside to reveal a two-piece that matches their own. In your size.Â
Your cheeks ache with a forced smile as you take the bathing suit from them. âWeâll just set up out back,â Shiela lets you know. She turns to the others with a beaming smile, âCome on ladies.â They follow after her like ducklings, and when you look down you see each of their steps are in sync.Â
You wait until the back door closes to rush to the front. You throw the door open and Logan jumps from where heâs drilling the camera into the side of the house. âIâm gonna fucking kill you,â you warn.
He chuckles and smirks, âDonât keep âem waiting too long, sweetheart,â he mocks and you slam the door closed with a loud scoff. He was enjoying your suffering far too much, but you shouldnât be surprised. Youâre sure heâs just been waiting for a moment like this.Â
You change into the bathing suit and take a deep calming breath. You can do this. You can play pretend for a few hours.Â
You wished youâd known being an actor was a part of the job description before you joined the X-Men.
You lay on your stomach along the soft beach towel that Madge brought. The sun isnât too hot on you, but you also bent the tree behind you to provide a bit more shade when the others werenât looking. So far, youâve collected nothing but mindless gossip.Â
Sam never takes in his trash cans on time. Alicia has been getting a little too cozy with the gardener. Some couple you didnât pay attention to is expecting a kid. Youâre struggling to pay attention to all the mindless drivel.Â
Usually, you wouldnât mind a little gossip, but none of this feels real. Their words are hollow, smiles empty. Everything they say sounds like theyâre reading it from a script. The only person you actually believe cares about any of this bullshit is Shiela. The rest of them seem to just play along, not meaning a word they say.Â
Youâre gaining nothing useful from this. Thereâs no information youâve gotten during this conversation that could remotely help you. All you want to do is go out front and strangle Logan for abandoning you.Â
The only good thing about all this is the lemonade and cookies. Which, you admit, you may have indulged yourself a little too much. But at this point, youâre just eating to stay awake. You reach for another cookie and Shiela lets out a dainty huff.Â
âI wish I could eat like you,â she laughs and you prepare yourself for the most backhanded insult youâve ever heard. âBut I have to be so careful about watching my figure. Wouldnât want to lose my waist,â she titters and the other women giggle.Â
You toss the cookie back on the plate, rolling your eyes. It feels like youâre right back in high school. You love this, this is great. At this point, youâre just trying to stop yourself from tossing them all out.Â
The backdoor slides open and Logan peeks his head out. The women wave and Shiela calls out a sultry, âHey, Lo.â
Your jaw drops and you canât help but scoff as you tilt your head to give her an astonished stare. This woman has absolutely zero shame. Sheâs not even hiding the way sheâs ogling him. Sheâs literally biting her lip.Â
You clench your eyes shut, taking a deep breath. There it is, the end of your rope. âSweetheart, you gonna be done soon?â Logan calls out and you canât help but smile at the immense satisfaction you feel when Shielaâs face falls. You shouldnât take so much joy in Logan ignoring her, you know thatâs just how he is. But she doesnât.Â
âI think so, hon.â You sit up on your knees, clapping your hands and pretending to be upset. âSorry, girls, I think Iâm needed back in the house.â You get to your feet and pick your towel up. As you do, you flick your fingers, and the lemonade tumbles over, spilling all over Shielaâs pristine white bathing suit.Â
She jumps up with a shrill scream, shaking her arms off at the ice-cold liquid and desperately trying to wipe off her bathing suit. Madge and Sierra flock to her and you roll your eyes at how dramatic sheâs being.Â
Out of the side of your eye, you see someone watching you. You turn slightly, startling when you see the intense glare Kimikoâs sporting. Itâs the first genuine emotion youâve seen from her, but even this seems cold. Her dark eyes are bottomless pits of frigid rage. You find that you canât look away from her, swaying slightly as her eyes beckon you forward.Â
You need to go to her, speak with her, be with her. You need-
Your mind falls short of what you need. But you know Kimko will give it to you. Sierra and Madge both straighten up, both blank-faced as you take a step forward.Â
Logan hollers your name again and you jump, shaking your head and breaking whatever trance youâd fallen in. When you look back, all three of them are still fussing over Shiela. You glance to Logan, to see if he saw what had happened.Â
His brows are furrowed, face pinched in concern as he looks at you. You think you might have just found Charlesâ interference.Â
âI think we should look into Kimiko,â you scroll through the list of residents youâd managed to hack into. Youâve been on the computer for hours, trying to find any information bout her at all. Even when you ran a background check, nothing came up. If that doesnât scream mutant, you donât know what does.Â
Logan walks over to the table with a steaming pan in his hand. You tug your computer glasses off and slide the laptop to the side. He pours some pasta onto your plate and hands you a glass of water. âThank you,â he gives you a tense almost-smile and nods.Â
âFigure out where she lives?â He asks, bringing his own plate to the table. You shake your head and rub your temples, trying to fend off the headache you can already feel forming. You should have taken a break from the research. You canât stand staring at screens for as long as you did.Â
âSheâs not even a registered resident.â
âWell,â he sighs and shrugs, âat least we know this wasnât a waste of time.â You nod in acquiesce and take a bite of your food. Your eyes widen in shock and he laughs at the look on your face. âDidnât think I could cook?â
You shake your head and smile. âI took you as the type to pour beer in your cereal. But this is,â you stumble over your word. Youâre afraid of being too nice to him. Youâve reached a sort of impasse, where youâre not openly hostile, but youâre not exactly friendly. You feel like if you do too much, too fast, heâs gonna be closed off again. âItâs really good.â
He purses his lips and nods, dragging his fork along the porcelain plate. The noise grates on you and only further aggravates the growing headache but you donât snap at him. You swallow down the frustration and just shovel more pasta into your mouth.Â
âThis, uh,â Logan takes in a deep breath and lets all out in one gravely exhale. You give him an expectant look and he shrugs. âIt hasnât been as bad as I thought.â He tells you flippantly.Â
You narrow your eyes at him, âIs that supposed to be a compliment?â You demand with a firm tone, placing your fork down and leaning back in your chair.Â
He lets out an annoyed sigh, âIt was just an observation.â
You scoff and roll your eyes. Heâs fucking ridiculous. âYou know, maybe if you ever tried to get to know me, you wouldnât have had such a horrible opinion about me.â You try and eat more but the food just tastes like ash in your mouth. You grow antsy, not wanting to sit near him anymore.Â
Youâre surprised that heâs the one who fucked up the peace. You really thought it would be you. But something about what he said is rubbing you the wrong way. Of course, it hasnât been bad, youâre not a bad person. He just decided he hated you one day and heâs so goddamned stubborn he never considered anything else being the truth.Â
âI didnât mean anything by it,â he defends, watching with a confused expression as you get up and drop your plate loudly in the sink.Â
âYou know,â you ignore his weak defense, leaning on the sink. You grip the rim of it tightly, sucking in a deep breath to try and keep yourself calm. âYou didnât even know my fucking name,â you mutter under your breath, shaking your head to yourself. Why are you even bothering with him? Youâll never win and you donât even know if you want him to change his opinion about you.Â
Heâs been a dick for so long that youâre not sure youâre even interested in being friends, let alone anything beyond that.Â
âWell,â he takes an angered tone as you continue to deflect his attempts at restoring the peace. âItâs not like you told me. You just go by your X-Men name, how was I supposed to know better?â
âBy fucking asking!â You shout, whirling around on him, nearly ramming into his chest. You hadnât realized how close heâd gotten while youâd had your back to him. âIf you had, ever, at any fucking point tried to get to know me, you wouldnât be so surprised that Iâm nice. Iâm a nice person to be around, Logan. And for some reason I tried to change myself, to make you happy. And it never even worked!â You scoff, a hysterical laugh bubbling up in your throat that you quickly swallow down. You shove past him, escaping the corner heâs backed you into. âYour head is so far up your ass that you didnât even try to know me before you decided you hated me.â
âWhat?â He scoffs and glares at you. âI donât fucking hate you. When have I ever said that? And I never wanted you to change.â He keeps focusing on the wrong things. How he feels about you doesnât matter, itâs how he treated you.Â
âNever, youâve never said that because youâve never said more than two words to me. This,â you motion between the two of you, âis the longest conversation weâve ever had.â A sudden exhaustion settles over you, it weighs heavy on your bones and drapes across you like a blanket.Â
You donât have the energy for this. For him. You donât want to keep defending yourself to someone who couldnât care less. Thereâs no winning with him. He will never listen to you, heâll just offer half-assed excuses that he thinks absolve him of how horribly heâs treated you.Â
He calls your name as you slump into the dining room chair. Your real name, not your X-Men name. âI never hated you,â he tells you, voice soft, but the conviction is strong.Â
You stand up, unable to make eye contact with him. âGoodnight, Logan.â You walk up the stairs quietly, never once looking at him. You canât stand to face him. As much as youâve tried to bury how you feel about him, itâs still there.Â
Being with him like this, having his ring on your finger, itâs a stab in the gut over and over and over. Someoneâs taken your most ridiculous and romantic fantasies and turned them into a waking nightmare. You wake up to him every day, eat at the same table, share the same house, and you two couldnât be further apart.Â
You have to keep up appearances, Logan is sure thatâs the only reason youâve joined him this morning. Heâs working on the truck while you kneel on a foam pad, planting a rose bush by the mailbox. But the way youâre stabbing the shovel into the ground it looks more like murder than it does gardening. You slam the little trowel into the dirt, lips pulled back like a wild animal as dirt flies up around your hair.Â
Logan turns back to the truck, letting out a low whistle under his breath. Besides the insane display of shrubbery abuse, you blend into the neighborhood better than he ever could. You fit that perfect suburban aesthetic, sun hat, cat-eye sunglasses, and a pretty dress.Â
Youâre good at blending in, better than he ever was. Heâs heard you joking about it before. Telling Jean your hidden mutant ability is learning to be a chameleon, fitting yourself wherever you are. He thinks itâs a cute idea, and not too far from the truth.Â
He only wishes he were a little more like that. He sticks out like a sore thumb with his wifebeater, fraying jeans, and general countenance of misery. He canât force a smile when John walks by with a shitty joke. Heâs not like you. You stomach all of the womenâs vapid nonsense with a smile and manage to seem so unaffected by it all.Â
The only time heâs seen you break was last night. And that, of course, had been his fault. He wishes he was better with his words. Heâs always been an action man, but clearly, heâs fucked that up with you too. He really did mean it as a compliment.Â
Heâs just incapable of talking without his foot in his mouth when it comes to you. Itâs why he tends to just avoid you and stay quiet. He knows heâll mess up with you eventually. In the rare chance you ever actually give him a second look, heâd be a shitty boyfriend. And even if you were just friends, heâd still fuck up somehow. He always does.Â
Heâs learned itâs better to just keep a distance between himself and others. Especially you. Heâs always just wanted to keep you away from his bullshit. The haunted past he still knows so little about, all the mental baggage he carries, he never wanted to burden you with it. Even though it seems like he still managed to screw up somehow.Â
Even when heâs trying to be good heâs still the bad guy.Â
You let out a heavy sigh and his gaze drifts back towards you. The way it always seems to do. Youâre his sun, bright, beaming, a golden beacon of hope. But heâs always just too far, eclipsing the light you might bring him with his own stupidity.Â
You toss the trowel to the ground and stand up. You frown, brushing off all the dirt youâre absolutely caked in. When he peers around you and glances at the spot where the rose bush is supposed to be all he sees is a crater of earth and ripped up grass. He figures it's better not to mention it.Â
You walk over to him, the same scowl youâve had for the past few days ever-present on your face. âIâm going to take a shower,â you look at him expectantly and he shrugs. You let out a loud sigh and he canât possibly imagine how heâs messed up now. âYou need one too, the barbecues in an hour.â
Heâd forgotten about the fucking barbecue. Some annual thing Shiela and John threw that the whole neighborhood went to. âIt doesnât take me an hour to get ready,â he tells you, intending a little bit of playfulness.Â
Instead, you just let out an exasperated breath and storm back into the house. How did he keep fucking up with you so badly?
Heâs gotten a taste of your personality, your company. Heâs tried for so long to avoid getting to know you. He knows that if he truly did, heâd never get over you. He was right. Just one taste of you and he wants more, he wants to consume everything about you that he can. Heâs screwed up in so many ways but he canât just go back to normal after this and act like strangers.Â
You smooth the wrinkles out of your cotton dress and let out a low breath. âYou need another minute?â Logan grumps from beside you, his stare boring into the door. He didnât want to come to this. Frankly, neither did you, but he needs to suck it up and be a big boy. You two are here for a purpose greater than yourselves.Â
Maybe if you repeat that enough times youâll start to believe it.Â
Kimiko was everywhere that Shiela was. She was her shadow, her loyalist servant. And the only person in this neighborhood whoâs shown a sliver of consciousness. You donât know where she lives, or if she even owns a house here. But you do know sheâll be at this barbecue tonight.Â
The only reason youâre bothering to bring Logan along is because you need him to distract Shiela. She drools every time she sees him, practically licking her maw at the sight of him in a tight t-shirt. You canât really blame her, but sheâs a married woman and heâs technically a married man. The lack of shame and compassion is genuinely astonishing to you.Â
âNo. Letâs just get this over with.â He needs no further prompting as he knocks heavily on the door. Each pound of his fist sounds like a bell tolling your doom. The intense feeling of nausea and eyes on the back of your head has developed and grown increasingly worse the longer youâre here.Â
You feel like someoneâs pressing against your mind, wiggling their fingers in and squeezing until mush slips through their knuckles. You keep a tight grip on Logan so you donât tip over. Playing it off as the love-sick newlyweds youâre meant to be.Â
Even though the feeling of his skin against yours makes you angrier than you can even begin to fathom. Youâve held onto built-up resentment and anger ever since your little tiff. Youâve heard that tumultuous times are common in the beginnings of marriages. Luckily, youâre getting a divorce the second this fucking mission is over.Â
You resent Charles for ever sending you here. Any minuscule hopes youâve had of finally building a relationship with Logan have been dashed across your front yard. Thereâs no hope for him. Heâll never change, and how he treats you will never change.Â
The door swings open and the music from the backyard drifts through to the front. Shiela smiles widely, greeting you both with a drawn-out Hi! She reaches forward and grabs Logan, tugging him away from you and dragging him into a hug.Â
You stumble forward as your support is ripped out from under you. She briefly glances over his shoulder at you and you offer her a sardonic smile. Every bit of you wants to dig your nails into her and rip until chunks of her start flying off. The post beside you warps slightly, bending like itâs melting.Â
You dig your nails into your palm, swallowing down your anger, and force the post upright once more. Logan grabs Shiela by the waist, practically yanking her off of him. He steps back towards you, wrapping his arm around your waist.Â
You canât help the smug smile that lifts your lips as you face her. You almost want to rub her face in it. He chose you and he canât stand you, that says a lot about how he feels about her. You stop yourself, though, itâd be beyond idiotic to let that be the reason your cover is blown.Â
âThanks for inviting us,â you tell Shiela, playing oblivious instead of walking into her trap. You pass her the casserole you half-assed and baked in her dish. âWeâre so excited to finally have a home to call our own, and with such wonderful neighbors,â you gasp dreamily. âOh, itâs just a dream come true.â
Shiela runs a manicured nail along the side of her lip, looking wholly unimpressed. âMhm,â she hums, âIâm sure.â You share a look with Logan, both of you caught off guard by her sudden dip in personality. Her face is blank, devoid of the usual overwrought happiness and charm. Itâs like somethingâs taken control and drained the life from her.Â
Either Kimikoâs here and youâre right about her, or, Shiela is just a depressed housewife who canât always control when she smiles. Youâre hoping itâs Kimiko and you can just end this once and for all.Â
âAlright,â sheâs back in a second like nothing ever happened. The boom of her voice echoing through the foyer makes you jump. âLetâs get you two outside. And thank you so much for this,â she gestures to the casserole. âYouâre just such a sweet little thing arenât you?â
Everything she says to you feels just a tad patronizing. Sheâs incapable of complimenting you without minimizing you in some way. You dismiss it, shaking off the funk she always seems to put you in.Â
Shiela leads you to the backdoor of her porch where the rest of the neighborhood is. She certainly got the best square footage, thatâs for sure. She doesnât just have the biggest house, sheâs also got the biggest yard youâve ever stepped foot on.Â
People are milling about, Johnâs flipping hamburgers on the grill, and children are playing happily with one another. It feels like an advert for the Fourth of July.
You scan the yard for the only person youâre looking for. You spot her, pushed back towards the shadow of Shielaâs oak tree. Shiela follows your gaze with a frown and scoffs. âI know, hideous isnât it?â
You jump, startled out of your stupor. âSorry?â
She points towards the tree. âI wanted to get rid of it, but apparently itâs historic,â she throws up air quotes, inflecting her voice lazily, âor something stupid.â
âOh, right,â you nod dismissively and she shrugs, hands slapping against her thighs as she nods to her yard.Â
âWell, go on, socialize, make yourself at home yâall.â She walks back into the house and you glance back at the yard.Â
âShit,â you hiss, âKimikoâs gone.â You move away from Logan and take a step down the stairs, he begins to follow you but you stop him with a firm hand to his chest. He frowns down at you and you nod towards Shiela. âI need you playing interception. Those two are attached at the hip. The only thing thatâs going to distract her is the hunk of meat sheâs been drooling over.âÂ
Logan frowns and takes a step back. He sets his face and crosses his arms and you sigh, knowing exactly what heâs about to say. âNo.â He tells you firmly, not even bothering to hear you out.Â
âWell,â you shrug. âToo bad, I need you to do this or weâre never getting out of here.â
He mocks your shrug and nods, âAlright. Fine.â He leans into your space and you feel like youâre being scolded, âIâm not leaving you on your own, okay? And Iâm not letting you go after Kimiko alone.â
âIâm not going after her,â you glance around, making sure no one is listening to you talk about their neighbor like sheâs on a hit list. âI just need one interrupted conversation with her. Just one,â youâre practically pleading with him at this point.Â
You feel pathetic. Youâre a grown woman and an X-Men. You shouldnât have to be bartering with Logan. He should just have some faith in your abilities to not only protect yourself but conduct yourself appropriately on a mission.Â
His face screws up in irritation and you know heâs about to really cause a scene. Heâll start arguing with you, and blow your spot up just to get you out of here. You give him a placating smile, a real one because heâs somehow learned to tell the difference. âLogan, itâs only for an hour. Iâm sure you can fend Shiela off,â you joke to try and lighten the mood.
He sucks in a deep breath and you know youâve got him when his shoulders sink in defeat. âFine. Iâm only agreeing to this because youâre practically a chameleon with this shit,â he gestures vaguely to the barbecue and your face pinches with confusion.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âI heard you talking about it with Jean one day. How youâre a chameleon when it comes to blending in with people.â
âWell, that wasnât exactly a brag. Itâs a method of survival, a way to make people like me. It gives me a fighting chance when they find out Iâm a mutant.â God, why are you even talking about this? Why had he even been listening to your conversation with Jean?
He opens his mouth like he wants to say something but you donât have time for that. âLook, Logan, just go find Shiela.â You walk away from him before he can drudge up more uncomfortable memories of high school.Â
You manage to slip through the party relatively unnoticed. You didnât see where Kimiko had disappeared to. Youâre hoping there might be some sort of hint left where she had been. You rush towards the oak tree, using it as a way to scan the party for her again. From here you canât see anything except the kitchen. Â
Youâve got a perfect view of Logan trudging towards Shiela. You canât help but laugh when she wraps her hand around his bicep, eagerly telling him something. You smile and shake your head, the audacity of this woman is amazing.Â
Something catches your eye, right by your foot. Glancing down you see something silver glinting through the grass. Frowning, you kneel and scoop it up. Itâs an oblong device, small, and fits in the palm of your hand. Itâs curved oddly, and the lights on it start flashing bright red as you hold it.
âWhat the hell?â You flip it over, a warped mirrored reflection on the back of it. You just barely spot Kimikoâs twisted face in the reflection before the world goes black.Â
You groan, slowly blinking the fog of a forced sleep out of your eyes. You reach to swipe at your face, but something is holding your wrists down. You jerk your arms a few times, struggling against whatever restraints are wrapped around you. When nothing happens, you instead focus on the feeling of it against your wrist, trying to get it to dissolve.Â
âDonât bother,â a cool voice calls out from the shadows. Thereâs one bright light shining down on you, like the type you might see above an operating table. The entire room feels sterile. And itâs cold, you can barely feel the tips of your toes or fingers.Â
âWhatâd you do?â You demand, trying to sound intimidating but your words come out as a slur. The back of your head radiates pain and it takes everything in you just to keep your eyes open.Â
âI developed a gas,â the voice circles the room, echoing across the curved walls. You hear footsteps but you canât tell where theyâre coming from. âIt halts the neurons in a mutantâs brain that fire when they use their abilities. Temporary, but quite handy when Iâm dealing with a mentalist like you.â
Kimiko steps out of the shadows like a bad comic book villain. Her face is blank, no expression on it, somehow, itâs the realest sheâs ever looked before. Here, you can see her humanity. Pores across her nose, frizz and oil along her hair, her nose just a little bit crooked. Whatever sheâd been doing to herself has been wiped away. And the human woman lurking beneath is finally revealed.Â
âThere you are,â you mutter, your speech slowly coming back to you. âI knew that plastic face wasnât real.â
âEverything was going just fine until you and Wolverine got here,â she gives you a sharp look, âFlux.â
You sarcastically gasp, âWow, you know my X-Men name. Itâs not like I havenât been interviewed before. Whatâs the plan here, Kimiko? Where are the others?â
Her brows pinch, âOthers?â
âThe mutants youâre trafficking.â
âOh,â she laughs and itâs so jarring you nearly jump. âIs that what people think?â Hesitantly, you nod, but youâre beginning to feel like you might have gotten something very wrong. âNo, thatâs not what weâre doing here.â
âWe?â
âShiela and I. We have much simpler plans, much more peaceful. You see, Shielaâs the only person to ever stand beside me after she found out I was a mutant. She gave me a home, a friend, and a sense of belonging.â Thereâs something devout in her words, like a humble follower kneeling at the feet of their god. âEverything I have, everything I am, I owe to her.â
Youâve seen Shielaâs manipulation firsthand. You have no doubt that sheâs never actually done anything for Kimiko. Sheâs just made her think she had and instilled in her this sense of owing her something.Â
Then again, Kimikoâs getting this look on her face. Sheâs like a rabid dog staring down the barrel of their ownerâs shotgun. Perhaps she hadnât needed much prompting to develop such an unhealthy attachment. âShielaâs parents never loved her the way they should have. They never gave her the perfect life she deserved. So I created one for her.â
She rolls a tray of surgical tools over and a sense of panic finally starts to rouse within you. Yet, for the first time in years, your powers arenât here to help you. You have nothing to rely on but yourself. But youâve been trained so intensively in using your abilities as a protector rather than an inhibitor that youâre practically useless without them.Â
âAll these people,â you rush the words out as she picks up a syringe. You donât know what the yellow liquid inside is, but from the look on her face, you donât want to. âYouâre controlling them?â
Kimiko nods and youâd be staggering if you werenât strapped down. Not even Charles could control this many people at once. Not without Cerebro. âKimiko, thatâs,â you gasp, flinching away as she brings the needle towards your arms. âItâs incredible!â Your quick rise in volume makes her jolt and the syringe tumbles out of her hands.Â
She grumbles to herself, leaning over to pick it up. âDoes Shiela know?â She pauses at the mention of Shielaâs name, brushing her hair over her shoulder and glaring at you.Â
âYes. Of course she does, this is my greatest gift to her.â
âReally?â Your voice drips with contrived empathy. âThen Iâm sure sheâs done something incredible for you back.â You were hoping a simple manipulation tactic might work, that you could turn Kimiko against an ungrateful Shiela. But this type of obsession isnât one that canât be destabilized with a few jumbled words.Â
No, you only make her angrier. âBack? Back?â she practically screams, her voice raw and feral as she leaps into your face. You flinch as far back as you can as her face hovers over yours, screaming right at you. âI owe her everything! I should thank her for letting me breathe the same air as hers!â
Your jaw drops, a silent scream tripping out of your mouth as you gasp for air. Something squeezes against your brain, the pulsing from before returns with a vengeance. You can feel your mind pulsing and swelling, pushing against your skull.Â
âDonât fucking say her name again,â Kimiko glares down at you, her eyes devoid of any remorse or compassion as she makes your brain swell until blood leaks down your ears. Whatever plan she had before has been abandoned, sheâs going to just kill you now.Â
Youâre going to die in her basement, no one will ever see you again. Your eyes throb and you feel your brain push to its fullest limits. The pressure builds, builds, and builds until it explodes.Â
âThen you just pour a little sugar in.â Logan watches as Shiela tips nearly an entire bag of cane sugar into her jug of sweet tea. His stomach shrivels at the sight and he fights down bile. A little bit of sugar drops over the edge. She catches it on her finger and looks over her shoulder, licking the sugar off and practically deepthroating her own finger. All while maintaining a disturbing amount of eye contact with Logan.Â
âWell,â he knows that he promised you a while with Kimiko, but he canât handle much more of this. âThank you so much for this,â he struggles with the word, landing weakly on, âlesson.â Heâs not even sure what the point of watching her prepare all this food was.Â
Heâs pretty sure she just wanted him to see her leave a rim of red lipstick at the bottom of her finger as many times as possible. The entire time heâs just wanted to go back to you. Thereâs a nasty feeling gnawing at him and he knows he needs to get back to you soon.Â
âOh,â she seems genuinely disappointed and Logan sighs awkwardly. âLeaving already, huh?â
He points to his ring pointedly reminding her of the reality of their situation. âGotta get back to the wife.â
She doesnât even try to hide her sneer as he mentions you. âOf course, just the perfect husband arenât you?â
Logan doesnât dignify that with a response, too distracted by whatâs happening outside the window. People have begun to wander around aimlessly, some of them stumbling into the fencing. They just keep walking forward, knocking into the wood repeatedly, not once stopping. Johnâs got a stuck smile on his face as he leans against the grill, Logan can see smoke rising from where the flesh of his palm is melting onto the metal. A few people all run into each other, collapsing on the ground and just lying there.Â
Theyâre like robots, suddenly without command and unsure what to do. Theyâre following their programming without anyone putting a stop to it. Shiela follows his gaze and gasps. âExcuse me,â she mutters, practically running out of the room.Â
Logan tries to find you amongst all the mess but youâre nowhere to be seen. âFuck,â he growls out, looking back to where Shiela had run. He should have fucking known not to leave you on your own.Â
He stalks after Shiela, listening to her racing heart and the slam of a downstairs door. He follows her down the steps leading to her basement. It looks the same as every other one heâs ever been in. Except, for the metal door hidden behind a few shelving units. The only reason he spots it is because Shiela knocked over a can of paint in her rush toward it.Â
Anger brews hot and putrid in his gut. The claws come out unbidden, and the thought of you being locked away in that room pushes him forward. If youâre not in there, heâll get an answer from Shiela one way or another. But heâs not going to let you get hurt because he didnât have your back.Â
âWhat the hell are you doing?â A shrill voice interrupts. Your head sinks back against the cool material of the table, brain surging back into place. Your teeth ache, white-hot pain rushing through your bones as Kimiko finally releases her grasp on you.Â
Kimiko gives Shiela the look of a dog who just got in trouble. âShe found my amplifying device. I have to get rid of her.â She holds the device you found earlier out to Shiela.Â
So, she wasnât as powerful as she pretended. She did need help. It explains why the entire neighborhood is always in the same area, she needs them close to keep control. âWhatever youâre doing is making my toys malfunction.â
Shiela hisses at Kimiko, she darts forward and slaps her hard across the back of the head. If you werenât in excruciating and paralyzing pain, youâd flinch at the sound. Being as if your brain was just about to explode, though, you could give less of a shit if she beats her rabid dog up.Â
These two crazy bitches deserve each other. You just want a Tylenol and a nap at this point. âWell, arenât you two twisted sisters?â Logan slips through the door, his claws glinting under the light of the room. âToys?â He demands, eyes roaming the room desperately.Â
The second he sees you, strapped down and with blood pouring from your orifices, something slips over his face. Itâs like a mask being ripped off. The man he pretends to be is ripped apart by the animal truly lurking within him. Neither women have time to even defend themselves. He goes for Kimiko first and all you see his claws plunging down before arterial blood sprays across your face.Â
You groan, tilting your chin the other way and spitting the metallic liquid out of your mouth. There are a long few minutes of screaming, clothes shredding, and blood splashing against every surface of the room. By the time heâs completely calmed down, youâre drenched in it.Â
You suck on your teeth, rolling your head limply and finally getting a good look at him. Heâs panting, standing over their mutilated corpses with blood dripping down his claws. Thereâs a wrath on his face youâre happy to have never been on the other end of. But the second he looks at you, you see nothing but stark relief.Â
He breathes out your name, your real one, and surges towards you. âClaws!â You shout, hurting your head again. But he was a second away from accidentally skewering you. Theyâre put away in an instant as he undoes the straps holding you down.Â
You groan in relief as the pressure around your head and limbs is released. He perches himself on the edge of the table and scoops you into his chest.
Youâre still loopy from Kimiko messing around in the grooves of your brain. The best you can manage is weakly draping your arms along his sides. He pulls you back and brushes the hair out of your face, laughing a little at the blood covering you. âThey do anything to you?â
You shrug, âBesides turn my brain into a pressure cooker? No.â
The smile drops from his face and he glares down at the remains of the women. If you werenât so tired, youâd think he wants to kill them again. âI should have been here.â
âLogan-â You want to tell him not to be ridiculous. You had insisted you could take care of yourself. Told him it would only be a conversation when you knew that was never going to be true. Youâd gotten yourself into this, you were lucky he was there to get you out. But you donât say anything because he interrupts you as he so often does.Â
âI canât keep acting like this is all okay. Like Iâm happy with how we treat each other. I thought I was going to lose you, Iâm not going to keep pretending I donât care about you.â
Your face screws up in confusion and youâre not sure you want to hear where heâs going with this. Youâve been used to this dynamic between the two of you for so long. Youâre used to him treating you like he can't stand to breathe the same air as you. If this is going where you think it is, youâre not sure you can handle it.Â
âLogan,â youâre regaining some feeling in your limbs now. You use the returning strength to push away from him, shaking your head in disbelief. âNo, you canât do this. You canât just change your-â
Heâs incapable of letting you finish a single sentence. His hands wrap around your cheeks tugging you forward until your lips are brushing together. Itâs enough of a shock to get you to stop talking. You donât reciprocate, too stunned to even think about moving.Â
He brushes his lips against yours again, firmer this time. Under the layers of blood coating you both, youâre wholly enveloped by him. His scent, his arms, everything about him drapes over you like a warm blanket. Against your better judgment, you find yourself returning the kiss.Â
You move further into his lap, one hand holding his face and the other clutching at his hair, needing something to hold to keep you steady in this moment. Logan smiles against your lips, deepening the kiss without wasting another beat. His tongue moves gently across yours at first. A curious caress to see how well you two fit together. He groans when he gets a taste of you, pushing further in and kissing you like he wants to devour you. Â
Thereâs warmth blooming in your stomach and spreading all along your body. Youâre buzzing with adrenaline and pain and this unidentifiable feeling that Logan is evoking from you. Itâs not the sweet mushy, romantic kiss you always imagined with him.Â
This is desperate. Like a dying manâs last attempt at redemption. Heâs tasting you like youâre rare, something to be savored. You feel like youâre the only thing left in existence. The only person left for him to admire. You forget the gore behind you, the tumultuous experiences youâve had with him.Â
You let yourself fall into the moment, a blind leap of faith into a pool of all your hopes and desires. Heâs better than you ever could have imagined. More desperate than your wildest fantasies. He makes no move to stop, even as the air becomes scarce and you both have to part longer. He just grips you tighter, hands wrapped around you like heâs worried if he lets go heâll lose you.Â
He could, he could lose you. This kiss of his is putting you into a trance, distracting you from all heâs trying to make up for. Perhaps if he stops kissing you, youâll remember it all and want nothing to do with him. But you donât see that happening, you just see yourself craving more and more for him., You feel the addiction forming already. A deep-seated need in your bones is finally being sated, it will always need more from him.Â
When you can no longer survive on the shared oxygen between you both, youâre forced to part. Your cheeks tingle from the stubble of his beard and you know your lips are pink and swollen because his are too. Youâre both still coated in blood and you share a familiar glean in your eyes.Â
âI never hated you,â he sounds breathless and you love that youâre the cause of it. âI just didnât want to lose you.â
You scoff, but there are no cruel intentions behind it. âSo you push me away before you ever get a chance to have me?â
He gives you a crooked smile, âI never said I was smart.â You canât help but laugh at that. Slowly, he helps you to your feet, ignoring the puddles of blood and bits. âWe'll have to call Charles. He needs to help the people out there.â
âWe also need to let him know thereâs no trafficking ring. Just one fucked psyche.â You shoot another glare at the pile that was Kimiko, still bitter about her experiment with your brain. As Logan helps you up the stairs of the basement, you stop him just before you reach the door.Â
He gives you a concerned look, like he thinks youâve hurt something somehow. âI want to talk to you. Really talk to you about everything.â Concern gives way to dread and you canât help but smile at the regretful look on his face. âBut first,â his head perks in interest at your tone, âmaybe we can finally enjoy that master bed together?â
âYou know,â he leans down, swiping his arms under your knees and lifting you. You gasp, through your arms around his neck and squeezing until you worry you might suffocate him. âYou really are the smart one of us, arenât you?â
âClearly.â
Youâre not sure how well this transition to married couple to tentatively something else is going to go. But you have hope and it's kept you going for all these years. What's wrong with letting it linger a little longer?
a/n: Guess who's back, back again? Hint, it's Flux. I missed writing for them, so I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did. Although, I worry the ending was too cheesy.
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