#I'll never forget and I'll never forgive; these fuckers (the ones still around) are on my fucking shit list for good on here

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"Um, what...?"

"Uh oh"

"Well you see"

"Earlier, I was in my shed like always, when I heard some odd sounds outside! But when I went out, there was nothing at all!

So I left, but I still got the lingering worry. What if some animal got in? I really don't like it when my shed gets disturbed, you know

Last time, a bunny got in! Can you believe it?

I had to get rid of it"

"So, I go back! And guess what I found? My controllers were gone!

Now, I might not be an incredibly influential detective like you, Mr Beebo, but I can guess this wasn't the local wildlife

In fact, by the pair of footprints around the woods, I could even assume your scarf friend here told you some things!

And you two went out there giving me trouble, like always"

"Stealing is wrong, you know"

"... Uh, I think killing is worse, actually"

"If you think we'll give them back, you can start begging"

"Oh, don't worry about it, I just need this one! It's in such a good spot!"

"What, under the bar table or something? Fuck you"

"Ángel calm down"

"Huh?"

Eugene smiles

"Oh, I see"

"I'm afraid you got tricked"

Oliver panics a little

"What? What do you mean?"

"Well, you see

Last time, you guys really surprised me! I mean, you got me killed!

So... I got a little worried

And decided to pull a little trick, just in case

It's always good to be cautious, you know"

"Fucking- get to the point!"

"Haha okay"

"I changed the little stickers for the bomb placement"

"Whoops"

"...Oh"

"Oh fuck"

"What- What is that one then?"

"A really good one"

"The main room

Right under the snacks table

See? A great spot!"

There's silence in the room

"... What?"

"That's... were mom is"

"Yeah! Your mother! This will be her second time dying via bomb

I need more diversity, I know"

"No... She can't... I haven't talked to her..."

"Ah, dont cry, girl. Im really bad with crying children"

Beebo and Ángel start to back up

"Wait a minute there, we haven't finished talking!

I would hate to make you guys forget so quickly after we've bonded so much"

He waves the control around

Literally and figuratively

They stay

"So, any more questions?"

"What's the fucking point of this"

"Ángel, calm down"

"What are you even planning?! Are you just going to keep us here forever?! Like some sort of purgatory?!"

"Please, we can't do anything rash"

"What? Of course not!"

"I've said it before and I'll say it again: I'm not a cruel man!

We all make mistakes, and all of you have made some very big mistakes!

But you won't be here forever, I'll let you out eventually

"I'm just going to kill you over and over again until I'm satisfied"

"Only then you'll earn my forgiveness"

"All of you deserve to die for what you've done to me"

"Ah, of course, you guys are not equal. Some sins are bigger than others. Let's see..."

"I think the first one I'll let out is my sister. She's stupid but means well. Im sure she would apologize immediately if given the chance

Of course, apologies mean nothing in the face of utter betrayal, so she needs to die a few times."

"Next would be the reporter girl. She's incredibly annoying, but I guess that's not the worst sin she could've committed.

Still, I love to hear the sound of her voice getting increasingly quieter when she's dying, so she's staying for a bit"

"Next, ugh, my wife. People really hype up being married, you know? You are supposed to be a team, but she never wanted to help me with anything! It was all about her house and her family and her kids and blah blah. She's so selfish, that woman.

But eh, she's pretty useless right now, so it's not like she'll do anything of worth once I free her"

"Now, Owen, that kid is staying for a few weeks at least. Can't believe he would betray me like this, really, I thought he was an exemplary kid!

But no, he wasn't. I'm sure his mother would be glad to get rid of him for some time

He needs to die many, many times, "

"And then, my son. Or what I thought was my son, turns out the fucker ended up being more like his mother! Useless thing. And to think he was going to be in charge of my company once I moved on to other things.

He couldn't even betray me on his own. He needed the help of his little buddies. What a rat.

I will not have a coward as a son.

I need to see him cry more, so he'll stay a while"

"Now, you two troublemakers"

"I'll be honest, I wasn't planning on keeping you for long, Ángel"

"But seeing as you have been a complete pain in the ass in your stay here, you are staying a good while"

"Stubborn bastard"

"Sounds like a waste of time. You can't even kill me"

"Eh, I'm sure with enough tries I will"

"But it's not like I really need to, do I? I just need to get your little friend here, and it hurts you just as much"

��ngel says nothing to that

"And speaking of said little friend, Mr Beebo, I always planned on you staying here until the very end

You've done something really bad, you know?

It got me really mad!

And now, you come here, meddling in everything I do.

Causing trouble everywhere you go

It's like you know exactly how to completely infuriate me

I hate you so much! With all my being!"

Eugene says, smiling

"... The feeling is mutual"

"How sweet. I'm glad! Killing you is always so satisfying"

"And since you two lovebirds insist on staying together, you'll share a sentence"

"How do you say these things and claim you are not a cruel man?"

"Well, it's simple. This might as well never had happened"

"Whenever a loop starts again, everything is okay again! There's no scars, no pain, no memories, no proof.

So, technically, I never killed anybody! I mean, look! You're still standing

Is it really that bad? I am going to let you out eventually

And once you do, it would be like nothing ever happened!

Im just taking a few months of your life

Who knows! Maybe after I forgive you, we could all be friends!"

"That won't happen"

"Oh, dont say that. You won't even remember this conversation. No one will"

He looks at Ángel

"... Well, almost no one. But hey! Nobody's perfect"

Oliver holds Ángel back

"... You didn't mention me. Although I'm not surprised"

"Oh, don't worry! I didn't forget you this time

This is why I wanted to talk

I have an offer to make"

[lmanburg-letter-service]

Dear Wilbur,

First things first I want to make it very clear that I hate your guts and for a long time wanted you to die so I could be at peace and forget about you completely. but I also want you to know that I miss you. through everything I went through you were always there, and while I may hate you for everything else thats the one thing I am thankful for.

I also am still in love with you. Which y don't exactly want you, or anyone for that matter, to know about but I am. thinking about you makes my chest hurt and im honestly ashamed to admit how frequently I still cry over you. I will never forget what you did but I still miss you despite it all. I miss our soft moments and stupid together and I miss being so sappy that thinking about it now makes me sick.

As much as I hate to say it I truly do miss you so much. I would give anything just to see you again. I hope every day that somehow I'll get to but I know that it isn't possible. Even if I do hate you I still hope you're doing ok wherever you are, however knowing you you've probably somehow gotten yourself into something.

I know you were never the affectionate type, but if I could get one thing I'd want to be able to see you again and have you tell me that you truly loved me and cared. I'm trying not to be too depressing or dramatic but I truly don't think I'll ever find a love like you again, no matter what lifetime. Even if we had to part ways I'll always believe we were made for each other.

I truly do love you. even though all the time I would joke around and be bitchy and talk about how much I hate you, (which was true sometimes, some offense meant there.) I still love you even now. I don't think I'll ever be able to stop loving you. I miss you so much it makes me feel sick; I miss your voice and your laugh, I miss your face, I miss talking to you, there's so many things I could list but I just miss you.

I don't think I can ever forgive you, but I also don't think I could ever fully hate you. I can't stop myself from loving you no matter how hard I try, and God have I tried. Being without you has felt like I'm missing a part of myself and I don't think I'll find it anywhere else. I'll be ok though, I always could get through it. I love you so much you stupid british fucker, I hope you've found whatever you were looking for.

Love, Alex / 🫀

[Letter Sent!]

[casspurrjoybell-21]

Pirate Chains - Volume 2 - Against Tides

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 5 - Word of Honor - Part 1

Agenor

At dawn, I was walking towards the camp.

I glanced behind me to the few pirates that I had bought along with me and they were all annoyed.

Of course they were, they would rather drink, eat and fuck whores than being stuck with their Captain in a bad mood.

Yesterday, I was suppose to meet a black market merchant that I did some nice business with several times before.

I got to the whorehouse, where we usually meet and discuss, only to find the old man had died and a wimp of a servant was there to make the deal, with ME.

I had to sail all the way to Ganae, a neighbouring Shadow Island, to meet the old man's son and to make it clear to him that I don't make deals with servants.

In the end, I didn't like the fucker.

He was not made for trading and he wanted to get my best weapons for half price.

I gave him a piece of my mind, I really wanted to cut his throat for insulting me with the lousy deal and for the way he was talking like I needed his money.

But unfortunately his mother saved him from between my hands.

If I drew a line for killing people would be spilling blood in front of their mother.

I already know many important people around here.

I'll easily manage to get the gear sold for their proper price.

I would rather throw the lot into the sea with my own hands than make a deal with half-assed merchants.

I walked on the sand, tired and annoyed as hell.

This is so typical of the Goddess of Fate, treat someone who is good, badly and it will bite you in the ass.

And I knew just why my luck in business had turned it's back on me, today.

'This Karma bitch works so damn fast.'

I stomped in frustration as that same feeling burnt inside me again... guilt.

I never knew it could be this damn strong.

I always did what I wanted, no expectations necessary and no excuses afterwards either.

And it had worked wonderfully so far.

Never looking back had made me the owner of one of the strongest pirate crews roaming the seas, along with a name that reached much further than I had actually sailed.

But it seems that things don't actually work the same way in love.

This damn feeling is so beautiful but so fucking complicated.

Agenor: 'I mean we were okay, right? We were amazing. But no... Nyx had to sneak around and ask others our destination and I was almost the only one he didn't ask or confide in.'

It's not my fault, so this fucking Karma is unjustified.

Okay, maybe just a little bit my fault.

I know I've been harsh with him.

I could treat any one of the pirates that way and they would kiss my ring.

But Nyx? No fucking way.

He has too much pride to swallow such a thing.

And he's also so sensitive.

I try to be careful with him but I was bound to fail.

He's a nobleman and you shouldn't expect those to kneel easily.

But he's a gentleman that likes to wipe the floor and serve pirates if it means he won't owe them anything.

That's how beautiful his honor is.

A strange mix or courage and weakness, dignity and modesty.

A sweet combination that observes you behind a set of mesmerizing sea-blue eyes.

Agenor: 'Shit, I miss him.'

I accelerated my pace the light from the few torches we carried was slowly being replaced by the sunrise.

Agenor: 'Aye I fucked up.'

But maybe he'll forgive and forget.

That would be great but It's obviously a child's dream.

If only there was a plant that could wipe a few days worth of memory... Lord, I would pay a fortune for that plant.

I'd give it to Nyx, then have some myself.

He'd forget the way I treated him and distrusted him and I would get rid of this fucking guilt.

By the time we reached the camp the sun was out on the horizon.

I nodded to the pirates standing guard and continued to my tent.

I saw Ace lying on the beach, dead drunk with jars surrounding him and a whore sleeping beside him.

Others were dispersed here and there, most of them asleep, very few still had the strength to drink.

I grabbed a torch and a small bag from one of the pirates that followed me, then I dismissed them all.

I entered my tent and my mood softened at the sight of him, lying there on his right side, fast asleep on the cold sand.

I cursed under my breath for forgetting to give him sheets and a blanket to sleep on and to cover himself.

My head is so fucking in the clouds, these days.

I stuck the torch in the sand in the middle of the tent to keep it illuminated and put my sword on the side.

I opened one of the boxes and grabbed a sheet and blanket.

That's my Nyx.

He would never dream of putting his hands on somebody else's things.

I could keep a pile of gold beside him and he wouldn't touch it.

Alright, maybe he's organize it but not take any of it.

He liked things to be put neatly where they belonged.

When we are on the Martina, I sometimes threw my clothes on the floor on purpose just to watch him bend over, gather them one by one and fold them back into my boxes.

I kneel beside him and cover him with a sheet.

Then I remove his hair away from his face and watch him sleep.

He is so beautiful.

Yet a frown seems to disturb is dreams.

I went to kiss his frown away but before my lips reached him, his eyes flew open.

He got startled and went to sit up abruptly and our foreheads met with a painful bump.

He hissed in pain and grabbed his forehead.

"You're back."

"Aye. Go back to sleep, Nyx. It's still early."

"It's okay. I'll get up now."

His eyes looked around to avoid mine.

"If you have done with sleeping then we'd rather get going."

"Where are we going?"

"I'm taking you somewhere. Oh and here."

I grabbed the bag I had bought with me and pulled a pair of shoes out.

"I bought these for you. I ordered for a pair of leather ones to be made but these will have to do until the others are ready."

"You remembered me?"

"Of course I did."

He looked at the shoes in what seemed like surprise.

I grabbed his foot and was about to slip it inside the show when he yanked his foot back nervously.

"I can do it my self."

He turned a little and started wearing them, when I noticed the scratches on his feet.

"You went outside, beyond the beach?"

He froze and I could almost smell his fear.

After a moment he answered...

"I went for a walk."

For a moment I thought my heart had stopped but he added immediately

"Ace was with me."

I breathed in and went to fondle the basket that was set with my boxes, still getting over the mini heart attack that my heart just felt.

I uncovered the basket to find it still filled with food.

Bread fruit and a small kettle filled with meat.

Everything was missing a tiny bit.

At least he eat, right?

Well I hope he was the one who ate it and not someone else.

Then again, if it was that monkey or another one of the hooligans, they would finished it all including the basket.

I gathered some of the food in a small bag, grabbing my sword and turned to find him standing up, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

I didn't know if it was caused by nervousness or the new shoes.

I didn't want to pressure him with an explanation so I let him be.

Agenor: 'Aye, now you let him be after you beat him two days ago. I didn't beat him. I just happened to push him a little. Fuck you, guilt.'

[mrofontaine]

"You think if we'd lost our home, potentially taken away from our mother, that the foster care system would've kept us together? At our age? We would've been split up. Worse, maybe." Olivier would never apologize for how he'd kept them together. Even if Thomas couldn't see the sacrifices that a fifteen-year-old Olivier Fontaine had to make to make that happen.

A childhood? After his father's passing, he had known of no such thing.

"You choose to believe him, a man who is still lashing out because I kept him clothed, fed and a roof over that fucker's head — that's expecting a lot of the fifteen-year-old, Isla." Even word brought back memories he'd long wanted to forget, his mother's tears as she lost the only man she'd ever loved. A woman who had been the perfect example of what a mother should be. But even with all those things, it'd never prepared them for what came. The loss had been great enough that it still weighed heavily on his own heart now.

Those thoughts were like being dragged underwater, wave after wave crashing until there was no air left to breathe. "You know the memories of a man I've known my entire life. One who was a little boy when all of this was going on. If he hated what I did so fucking much, why join the enemy? It was to hurt me, Isla. Look at the facts that are being presented right in front of you. He joined for one fuckin' reason only. And for that, I can never forgive and I certainly can never forget."

That Russian's mother fucking face appeared like a nightmare, and anger coiled further in his gut at the overwhelming sickness that spread through him like a plague.

I'll be your fucking enemy.

"Go right a-fucking-head Isla. Be my enemy." Olivier laughed so humorlessly that dry ice leaked through the sound. Gruff, edged, unfriendly. There was something so...familiar about the lines that the French and Rutherfords toed. Friendly, but willing to kill the other the second the order was given. The idea, though, of putting a bullet between her eyes didn't settle him. In fact, it quickly started that thundering heart. Would he be able to do it? Could he kill her?

He wasn't sure he could.

Silence permeated the space between them, so close physically, but so far away from when they'd first met. When everything had been far simpler, and she'd been an angel, walking downstairs under a filthy alleyway light. A lifetime ago, and it still felt like yesterday. Olivier hadn't had luck in the love department.

Lisette and Elaina.

Even Genevieve.

That strain of her voice was enough to perk his ears. Ocean blue pools stared at her with intense hellfire, and something else that he couldn't explain himself. That feeling curled around his heart, squeezing until all his breath was stolen from his lungs. It was that pain. He caused so much of it every time someone got too close.

"You hate me." He would've said it was more definitive than asking a question. "I want to give you answers, Isla. Because I'm fed up with hurting the people that I — those that matter. And you do...did...I don't know. You crossed the line tonight. Aur...really? You wanted to hurt me that bad you'd use her death."

Olivier ran a frustrated, shaking hand down his face, checking their surroundings to see if anyone had caught wind. Although, he was pretty sure she'd be ribbons on the floor if they had. "You can't go around sayin' shit like that. What if Oliver had overheard you? Or Yves? Or Delphine...Varden? They don't care if you live or die...god damn it."

It's not nearly enough to keep her quiet. Teeth cut into the flesh of her cheek and it's almost enough to force her to strike again. Knuckles white against the blade tucked indiscretely within her hand. Was he truly so blind? "And what about the brother that he needed?" That they could have been losing so much, and still, Olivier would turn his back and claim it was what needed to be done, left a mark that clearly, he'd never seen. But she had - over and over again. It tore through her, for every time she'd laid witness to Thomas unravel that little bit more each and every time he'd seen Olivier in the crowd. Each event held that ended with her trying to calm him down in lieu of the anger that rose in seeing Olivier pride himself as one of the French. "That I don't know anything about?" She scoffs rigidly unable to stop the absolute increduluity that rises in her voice, "You're so fucking blind." To everything beyond this world he'd curated around the French organization, but maybe they all were.

But it was never about Olivier and Thomas. Isla knew that it was far easier to circumnavigate her anger around something that didn't truly concern her. Far easier to dive head-first into self-destruction. The only thing that Julian left her with. And as she watched the look in his eyes shift, she knew she'd struck the match. It was enough to spur her forward and terrify her all in one shaky breath. "You wanna' look at me like the enemy, I'll be your fucking enemy."

And it hurts, to know almost immediately that she's hurt him. And it hurts to paint herself differently in his eyes. Isla knows that this isn't the way he's seen her before, and yet, it's how he looks at her now. It rips through her and tears the air from her lungs. Isla had struggled for breath since the night she lost everything, but now she's suffocating. "I..--" Words congregate in the thick of her throat, a tight lump that refuses to budge as he reads her for absolute filth for a split second. Was it being wrong, that stumped her? Or that he'd always been watching? Either way, the earth might as well have opened up and swallowed her whole as they stood there, hushed, sharpened whispers cutting through their corner of the room. I didn't want to hurt you. It's a lie, because she did --- god did she ever want to hurt him in the way it'd hurt watching him descend the staircase at the awards night with Delphine St Clair.

Who're we kidding?

"I can't do this." It's muttered almost to herself as the truth of their situation settles deftly between them. They were both to blame - and they would always be enemies. . "I want to hate you. I want so badly, to hate you.

[ryozoro]

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“We try to hide our feelings, but we forget that our eyes can speak.”

“Oh, fuck - sorry,” yn moved out from behind the counter, “forgive me, I’ve been daydreaming a bit. What kinda model do you got?” Yn said as she walked the nice lady to the side of the store where parts are displayed on the wall in lamented posters. “You’re very pretty, sorry if I keep staring.”

“Oh, fuck - sorry,” yn moved out from behind the counter, “forgive me, I’ve been daydreaming a bit. What kinda model do you got?” Yn said as she walked the nice lady to the side of the store where parts are displayed on the wall in lamented posters. “You’re very pretty, sorry if I keep staring.”

“Oh, fuck - sorry,” yn moved out from behind the counter, “forgive me, I’ve been daydreaming a bit. What kinda model do you got?” Yn said as she walked the nice lady to the side of the store where parts are displayed on the wall in lamented posters. “You’re very pretty, sorry if I keep staring.”

“HA,” the lady snorted as she played with her wedding ring, “you sound like my husband; you are like - the first girl I’ve met who has thought I was pretty. Thank you, it truly means a lot.” The lady smiled as she began pulling out her wallet and a few written down notes, “it’s uh - fuck hitto, you write like a kid, it’s a 2016 Ducati?”

“2016 Ducati Full Throttle,” yn said back with a small smile as the woman laughed again, “I’m assuming it’s your husband’s old bike?”

“Yeah,” she played with her ring as her smile softened, “he wants it in good condition before he gives it to one of our neighbors. It’s tradition for his - occupation..”

“He in a gang?” Yn asked as she began shuffling through shelves, “Don’t sweat it, I’m not gonna freak out over trivial matters.” The young ryuguji chuckled as she finally found the part she’s been looking for. “Here,” she place the part on the top, “its the G2 Throttle Tamer Ducati you needed. I’m assuming he’s still in a gang by the looks of how you covered for him, but don’t worry - it’d be hypocritical if I got scared you were involved with a delinquent.”

“Oh,” the lady sighed out, “thank gods. You can call me Kaku-san if it’s alright with you? Could you install the part by yourself? Sorry, my man is just always busy with work and was hoping to have someone install it for us..”

“I can’t personally install it, but my brother can! He gets back from his lunch break in about twenty minutes, so I know its a long wait -"

vrrr...vrrr...vrrr

"I'm so sorry, I'll just turn that off-," yn went to hit 'decline call.'

“I can wait, no sweat!” She smiled as she began digging through her mini backpack, “I need to check and see if my loser has ate lunch yet. I'll be outside for a bit." With that, 'Kaku-san' had walked out as she dialed her husband.

"Fucking hell," yn breathed out before hitting accept, "Inui-senpai, hey - what did you need?" Her breath hitched in her throat as she heard his low laugh.

"Just checking to see if my favorite girl has ate yet - so, have you?" Yn could just hear the smile that creeped upon his face, but for some reason - she didn't feel as in awe as she once did.

"Ah," yn scanned the shop and began totaling the price for the repair and writing further notes for her older brother, "no, I haven't ate yet, but I was planning on just heating up some of the leftovers that Souya-kun gave me."

"You know, if you keep being as cute and clingy as you are around him," yn could hear him moving around paper bags of what she assumed was to-go food, "shit, sorry. As I was saying, if you keep being so cuddle buddy with him, he's goin to fall for ya."

"Or," yn rolled her eyes as she began to document minor details on the log for each hour, "maybe, you're just reading in too deep on the fact that Souya is just an overall easily flustered person. Being a decent human does not make my kind actions count as flirting; if it does, well, you men around me are just dumb."

"Oh, don't be like that, princess," inui said in a rather sarcastic tone, "you know I'm just teasing you. Leaving that matter, I got you lunch - your favorite lunch, might I add."

"Thank you senpai, but -,"

"Inui-kun~ why aren't you getting off the phone yet? You promised that you would pay attention to only me today!" Yn heard a whiny voice - a woman’s whiny voice - through the phone, “I thought you said after we get lunch we’re just gonna lay in bed all day.” Inui mumbled something to her that seemed to have shut her up, clearing his throat, “sorry about that, are you still -,”

“I’m pretty busy and I plan on going out with a friend for my lunch break,” she cut him off, “have fun on your day off.”

yn knew she shouldn’t be angry; inui was never hers to begin with, but she was hoping that he’d at least spare her feelings. maybe this was good. maybe knowing that he has someone, even if it’s just a fuck buddy, will help her clear her mind and finally let go.

tani senpai <3: ft during your lunch break?

tani senpai <3: wait do you play cod? if you did that’s be kinda hot

tani senpai <3: I meant dope but hot works too

tani senpai <3: OH, wait rain check on the call, why don’t we just meet in person? ;) after all, I still have your necklace.

tani senpai <3: I cleaned it up because I was wearing it so I wouldn’t lose it.

tani senpai <3: lmfao I really made it a blood diamond at one point

kaku-san paid her total for the part and repair and ensured yn that she’d be back around five. sighing once the older woman left, yn went to check her phone that had been buzzing incessantly since she hung up on her brother’s best friend.

you: I’m gonna punch you in dick next time I see you :,) I was helping someone and I had to act like my phone was not going HAAM in my pocket

tani senpai <3: uh uh uh , leave ran jr. alone. he did nothing wrong :p plus, you’d have to kiss it better if you hurt him

you: I — WHEN ARE WE MEETING AND WHERE ?

tani senpai <3: [location] a small nightclub @ 16:00 tonight :) I would offer to buy your dinner, but you threatened my best man.

you: I hate you :,) but um,,, I don’t exactly know — what to wear to a nightclub..? Can I just go in a hoodie and some sweats and talk to the bouncer like “hey, I know the haitani bros — lemme in.”

tani senpai <3: LMAOOO,, nah I would to see you size the man up. as for clothes — you don’t have anything like ,, that radiates “hot girl” shit ?

you: no, if I’m not in my uniform — I’m either wearing my brother’s clothes with some cargo pants or sweats. sometimes I wear my own clothes, but that’s usually just merch.

tani senpai <3: as much as I want to see you in school uniform or in full need mode, I don’t think the bouncer would just let you in. OH, wait — fuck them. I forgot that I’m literally a god to them lmao,, wear what you want , I’ll wait outside for you and we can walk in together :)

you: wait really :,) I’m gonna try and make use of what I have tho ! I’ll lyk when I get there :)

tani senpai <3: wow so you’re not gonna ft me :|

you: you licherally said “rain check”

tani senpai <3: but I just finished my tasks for today, call me or I’m calling you

you: sorry , my brother just got back, I’ll talk to ya later :p

tani senpai <3: fine :| I’ll just bother Rin then.

the young ryuguji chuckled before locking and pocketing her phone once she noticed her brother’s presence. sure, she was still hurt at the fact that inui is currently hooking up - maybe even dating - another girl, but at least she could look to the eldest of the Haitanis and feel herself forgetting all about her first love.

“What ya lookin at brat,” Ken laughed out as he went to pat her head, “hey, who has you smiling like that?” He has always been protective; it was just his nature as a big brother. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you’re happy, but if it’s about a boy I would LOVE to know who.”

“It’s just a stupid thing that emma-senpai sent me,” yn attempted to play it off, “anyways — how was lunch?”

“It was good,” draken said as he went to put his jumper back on, “but it coulda been better if inui didn’t bring his ‘friend girl’ around. She kept hittin on Mikey and asking about my necklace and I almost called you up to come deck her.” He quickly grabbed his chain and kissed the ‘Emma’ that hung in the middle just before tucking it back under his white tshirt; it was his routine.

“I woulda showed her that ‘Draken Uppercut’ if I was there big bro,” yn made a small show of what she did in hopes of making her brother smile.

“You’re an idiot,” his smirk plastered on his face in a proud manner, “but I don’t need you wasting your energy on her. It just — like who the hell do you think you are touching a random stranger, especially around their neck. Like who?” She could tell that he was upset that he couldn’t have done anything; Draken was just brought up to be extremely respectful. “The worst part,” he threw a wrench at his ‘anger wall,’ “she kept asking shit like: “who names their kid emma,” “was she at least pretty,” and the one where I almost put my hands on her, “is she dead or something? what you just can’t let go?” Yn, I was so close to knocking her daylights out. She honestly got lucky takemitchy had tackled Mikey, or she woulda got her shit rocked.”

“I,” yn was at a lost for words; she had never heard someone disrespect any of her family this openly, “what the fuck did inui say? Did he just sit there through all this shit?” she moved from behind the counter and rolled out one of the bikes he was scheduled to work on, “please don’t tell me he did.”

“No,” draken rolled his eyes as he recalled the previous events, “just prop it up by station one, gotta get the new 340 mm rear air shock absorber suspensions, oh, could you jot that down, please? But nah, this fucker,” draken lifted the bike up so the back was in the air and put it on a lift, “just found every way to piss me off. Like I love him, but he fucked up today. He told us ‘sorry, she’s just cranky so don’t take her words to heart.’ If she called me ugly or some dumb shit I’d be okay, but he really told me not to take to heart the fact that she spoke on Emma’s name like that.” He tugged on his dark locks as he undid it, “could ya put it back up for me, it’s not tight enough.”

“I gotcha big man,” yn gently massaged his scalp as she went to put his hair in a tight but loose bun, “you know, she’s probably really proud of you right now. Bet she’s smilin up there too.” she could feel his tenseness fade as she comforted him; she’d do this one hundred times a day if it meant that he’d finally stop blaming himself for all those years ago. “There,” she smoothed over the top of his head once more, “all done.”

“Thank ya,” he hums as he begins to work on the bike, “oh, do you want to come with later? me and the boys are gonna head to mitsuyas before we go out so you can hang out with the other brats.”

“Actually, I um,” yn felt the sweat gather in her palms as she walked back to her station, “I was wondering if I could go out tonight - with a friend..”

“What friend,” yn flinched as her brother snapped his gaze towards her, “do I know said friend?”

“N-no,” she cleared her throat and began writing on sticky notes and receipts, “he — they were nice to meet when I first got back in town and offered to hang out - so, I felt that it’d be rude to -,”

“Nah, you’re not going,” draken turned his attention back to the bike, “you’re either going to stay home or hang out at mitsu’s house. No in between.”

“That’s fair,” yn sighed, “can I just have a reason as to why I can’t go?”

“Because I don’t know em and the streets have been rainin havoc since Mikey got out,” he sighed as he put his tools down. He stood up to full height and gently patted the leather seat of the propped up bike, “I just don’t want you to get hurt, bub. Yer my number one right now and I don’t know if I’ll be able to go on if you even get the slightest bit of hurt.”

“I understand big draco,” she laughed softly, “Can I just stay in then? I promise I won’t leave; I just feel like being in my own bed tonight.”

“Anything for you, yer majesty.” Ken smiled as he concluded that he had the best sister in the world.

—

“Alright, yn, we’re about to head out,” her big brother knocked on her door, “can ya at come say bye?”

“Fuck,” yn got up and quickly put an oversized sweater and some basketball shorts that reached just below her knees, “gimme a minute! Sorry, I was taking a nap.”

“We’ll be out in the living room, dumbass.”

If anything, yn was just glad none of them walked into her room to see her basically bare figure - shout out to her Ken-nii for knowing his sister. Once fully covered, yn made her wait out the room and noticed everyone sitting on the couch in the living room, even inui.

“Yn,” souya barked out, “you’ve ate right? If you haven’t ‘m gonna fight you!” He stood up and approached yn as all the other boys smirked and whistled in the back. “You guys shut the hell up.!”

“Neh neh,” nahoya laughed, “you need to stop bein so flirty over there, angry.” Smiley always teased angry, but that was just brotherly nature; however, if anyone else were to continuously pick on angry — it wouldn’t be a shock if Smiley was on top of them and imprinting the curve of his elbow into their forehead. “He just missed you, little Ryu. Make sure to let us know if anything happens-,”

“We’re going to get Ken-chin laid,” Mikey said with a mischievous smirk as he began pushing his taller friend out the front door. “Choi~.” The other boys followed either patting her head before they left or hip bumping her; hakkai decided to be the odd man out and hug yn to his chest and dramatically walk out the door as if they won’t see each other for fourth years.

“BYE,” she poked her head out then quickly shut the door and disregarded her hoodie, “now that they’re gone..”

VRRR..VRRR….VRR

“OH MY GOD, WHAT,” picking her phone up off the coffee table she fell back onto the couch, “what do they want-,”

Incoming FaceTime: tani senpai <3

“Shit.!” Yn quickly sat up and answered with an apologetic face, “heeeey, what’s up?”

“You look cozy,” he eyed the tops of her shoulders with only her bra straps decorating them, “cozy enough to make a man stand outside for, hmm - what does my watch read - thirty minutes.”

Yn looked thoroughly confused as she cocked her head to the side and fell back, “what does you standing outside of some random building have to do with me?”

“Did you really —,” she watched the man shift and bring her golden chain into view, “you were supposed to meet me tonight in order to get your precious necklace back. You stood me up and now I look like a fucking idiot who got stood up.” He deadpanned into the camera and had a small pout, “you had all the guys laughin at me, darlin. You really disappointed me.” Yn felt her heart slowly tear; she hated disappointing anyone. “If you were going to show up you could have at least said so.” Just as she was about to speak, Ran hung up and left her to wade in her thoughts.

—

You: Ran-senpai, I promise it was on accident ! I meant to tell you earlier, but it just slipped my mind (read 8:44 p.m.)

You: pls forgive me :,) I fell asleep as soon as we got off work and came home; draken-nii told me to rest up since I can’t go out so I figured I might as well (read 8:45 p.m.)

You: yk if you’re going to read my text, the least ya could do would be to respond. I said I’m sorry. (read 8:47 p.m.)

You: yer a fucking brat , man child who throws a fit and refuses to actually try and listen to others when they try to talk it out with you. (read 8:48 p.m.)

You: self made bitch. (read 8:50 p.m.)

You: yk what, fuck you. I tried to be nice to you and I actually enjoyed talking to you for what-? A week ? You’re mad because I can’t just do what I want? Sorry I’m a great sister who doesn’t want to make her brother worry. Sorry I don’t just abide and do as you please because I’m not a fucking sheep. Keep the necklace for all I care; I’ll just get a new one. Stupid cunt. (read 8:52 p.m.)

You: Fuck face. You probably just wanted to get in my pants and dip; fuck you. Leave me alone, if I see you on the street; I don’t give a fuck if I get shot or jumped, I’m gonna punch you in the throat, pussy ass bitch. (read 8:54 p.m.)

tani senpai <3: give me your address so I can drop this necklace off and get out of your life since you so desperately want me to.

You: no way in hell, just keep it.

tani senpai <3: if you don’t want it then I’ll just drop it off with your brother tomorrow.

You: you fucking —

You: ugh, fine, just drop the shit off and leave . [location] (read 8:59 p.m.)

—

With a knock at the Ryuguji’s front door, yn shrugged the jacket back on and checked through the peep hole. After noticing it was the infamous older brother of the Haitani duo, she quickly yanked him inside and made sure to lock the door quickly.

“You know drop offs don’t usually require the said delivery man to be in the house, correct?” He asked with a bored expression as his eyes scanned the small space. “‘S cute for someone with you and your brother’s income.”

“I only pulled you in because my neighbors like to talk about what goes on throughout everyone’s house,” she rolled her eyes and pulled in the strings of her sweater, “hurry up and give me the fucking necklace so you can leave.”

“I did all the work of coming here,” he brushed past her as he took off his shoes and made his way to sit on the couch, “the least you could do is offer me a drink or some food.” Ran laid back into the cushions and spread his long legs as he slowly turned his gaze to the TV, some random anime blasting in the background. “Well, if you don’t mind, a water will do.”

“Cute for someone with you and your brother’s income,” she mocked as mumbled under her breath and grabbed him a water bottle from the fridge, “here, your majesty.” she tossed it into his lap and stood in between his legs to block the tv and make him focus all of his attention onto her.

“To what do I owe you?”

“My necklace, home invader.”

“Take it off of me then,” he raised an eyebrow, “you didn’t expect me to do that as well did you?”

“Fine,” her shorts hiking up as she moved to straddle his hips, she took note that he had been eyeing her thighs since he arrived, “I’ll take off the stupid thing.” She buried her chin into the crook of his neck, “just sit still so I can -,”

“You know,” he flattened his palms against the bare tops her knees and barely sliding his finger tips up the rim of the pants, “you hiding more just makes me want to see you in less.”

“Heh,” she chuckled as she slowly wrapped her arms around the middle of his torso, “yer a fucking perv as well as a bastard.”

“You know your necklace isn’t dangling along my spine, right?” He chuckled as he gently kneaded her flesh, “am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Nah, feels nice,” she chuckles when she feels him gently dig his finger tips into her skin, “‘m makin you uncomfortable?”

“nah,” he jokingly mocked her as he took his hands and slid them farther up to the tops of he thigh, “boxers?” He pulled back slightly so he could rest his forehead on hers.

“mm, never really wanted to bother ken-nii when he did the laundry, so I just get boxers,” she laughed, “what? Did you honestly think I’d be chilling at home in a thong or something? Women gotta breathe too.” she felt her heartbeat pick up as his finger tips danced along the material; yn wondered if he could tell that she’s never had a boyfriend as she lacked - in takemichi’s words - ‘ettick.’

“You are respectful yet have anger issues, a smart mouth, and embody the term ‘I don’t give a fuck,” he swiftly took both hands from under the clothing and lightly placed them on either side of her face, “you are so fucking gorgeous, didya know that?” His rings were cold on her heated skin, making her smile softly.

“..you know,” yn laid a chaste kiss on the bonten’s left wrist, “… ‘msorry..”

“Couldn’t hear ya,” he chuckled deeply as he maneuvered his right hand at the back of her neck and squeezed lightly, “repeat it more clear this time. You wanna be a good girl, right? Be the best girl you can and repeat it.~”

“Motherfu-, AHEM,” she scrunched her face up in hopes of hiding how happy it made her to have a second chance at being a ‘good girl,’ “‘m sorry you don’t know how to communicate.”

“Ah ah ah,” he squeezed his right hand a little tighter, causing her to ground her hips down and lean forward into his chest, “that’s not what I want to hear.” she heard him groan, but she was too busy fighting the battle in her head as to why she felt more secure when he gripped her tighter.

“I said,” she nuzzled her nose between his lean pecs, “‘m sorry.” Yn got up and placed one of her hands at the base of the bonten tattoo and squeezed gently along his Adam’s apple, “I’m not saying it again, so you better have heard me the first time.”

“You’re so angry; a wolf under sheep’s clothes you are,” ran hummed as he leaned back in, noses brushing, “yer forgiven little lamb. I don’t know - you barking up the wrong tree knowing that I could hurt you just turns me —,”

BZZT, BING.

Both bodies had turned their heads towards the door in confusion.

“Are you expecting guests?”

“No,” yn quickly got off of Ran’s lap and grabbed the crowbar that rested by the umbrellas, “fuck, if it’s those fucking assholes that want to fight ken-nii, ‘m gonna kill em.” She went to look through the peep hole, only to be pulled back to the older man’s chest.

“Let me get it,” ran signaled for her to hide behind the kitchen wall as he pulled out his signature baton that hung on his belt loop, “be quiet, little one.” Ran opened the door to a young man, about a year or two older than yn, dressed in a pizza delivery uniform with 3 large boxes in his hand. If he wasn’t just some kid, the Haitani would’ve beat him just for openly sporting a scowl towards him.

“Oh, hi sir, are you,” the young man looked back at the receipt then back at the Bonten executive, “Kawata Souya? I have one pepperoni, Hawaiian, and plain cheese.” Ran’s head shot to the side at the sound of you rushing towards the door.

“A-ah ! That would be me I guess,” yn guided Ran’s hand behind her to hide the weapon as she widely opened the front door, “sorry my brother’s friend probably ordered it since they went out -,”

“Yn?”

“Huh,” she looked up at the man, “oh shit, hongo?! I thought you were in Osaka right now for Uni; you still play there, right?”

“Yeah,” the worker replied, “oh shit, this like.. a date or something?” He threw his glare at Ran and softened his features once his gaze returned back to the young ryuguji. “Nah, nevermind, that’d be dumb considering you swore off dating,” the bonten men felt as if his heart had been pricked with a small needle, “especially since you used to swear to draken we were gonna get married and stay together forever and ever.” Yn was visibly embarrassed as Ran watched her take the pizza from Hongo’s hands and start trying to kick him off the porch. “Wait, before I go,” he said as he jotted down his number on the receipt, “let me know when you’re free. Maybe ya could come see me play one of these days? Summer games start back up next week so I’ll be headin-,”

Ran pulled on yn’s wrist before slamming the door, interrupting Hongo’s spill. He made show of how hard he locked the door so anyone outside could hear that the house was closed and not expecting anymore visits.

“Ooo,” yn placed the pizzas down onto the small kitchen table and looped her arms around Ran’a slim waist, “are you upset yer not getting all the attention?” She giggled as she kissed the symbol that marked the center of his neck.

“Why would I be upset over some 4 incher maxed college boy,” he smirked as he brought his hand to the side of her face and let his thumb brush along her bottom lip, “plus, if anything he should be the one whose upset. You can’t hate me or push me away if you wanted to; your desire for me to show you the depths of the world is visible just by looking in your eyes.” Yn felt her breath quickening and her head going numb as his words made way into her; making her feel far more intoxicated than any alcohol or drug could have ever done. “You can try to deny it, but what sane person would invite one of the most violent people with the most blood on his hands into her home?”

“I’m the farthest thing from sane,” yn breathed out as she placed a chaste kiss onto his lips before burying her face under his chin, “because I find myself wanting to do this more. I’m so glad I don’t look where I’m going when I’m on my bike.” Ran laughed as he connected their lips, but this time he deepened the kiss; her knees gave out and his tongue slipped in making her lungs just as weak.

“Princess, youre fucking gorgeous,” he broke away before holding her in his strong arms, “but I don’t want to just ‘get in your pants.’ I want-,”

“Good, because im not easy,” she cut him off as she tried to catch her breath.

Ran laughed as he dragged her back to the couch, leaving her to fetch each of them two big slices of cheese pizza. He sat beside her, kissing her temple, and devouring the free meal, “yknow, this taste ten times better than any food at the shitty night club.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” she said as she harshly swallowed the dough, “ish bad mannirs..”

“You,” he leaned in and kissed the sauces covered corners of her mouth, “also taste better than any food at the club.”

“Well you’ll have to wait until you can taste all of me,” catching ran off guard - she flirted back, “after all, the fruit taste better when ripened.”

—

“Princess,” Ran attempted to shake her tired figure off him, “believe me, I want to stay. I really do, but I don’t want to cause a stir or heated argument between you and your brother.”

“We we’re just playing Mario kart and you said,” yn stared up at him with an unimpressed glare, “I’d fuck you on the counter of the pizza place just to embarrass that pizza boy,’ and now you’re scared to be caught by my brother?”

“Not scared,” he bit the tip of her nose gently before freeing himself of her limbs, “just cautious. Want my little girl not to have any complications; plus, I’d have to kill your brother if he made you cry.”

“Wait,” she pulled his sleeve, gaining his attention, “text me when you get back home.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead before making his way out her front door, “okay, little lamb.”

—

Within the span of 4 hours, draken arrived back home and yn managed to make the house rid of any clues of guest over; she even masked the smell of Ran’s cologne by bringing the box of pizza to the living room to spread the smell of grease and regrets. She rested easy on the couch, allowing some random movie to lull her into the comfortable cushions.

draken sobered up a bit after he came back and went to get a late night snack from the kitchen. spotting his sister on the couch, he chuckled softly as he gently rubbed her forehead, “thanks for bein a little angel, ya gremlin.”

it’s as if the gods above could sense draken’s obliviousness and caused yns to vibrate several times. Much to her brother’s curiosity, he checked the notifications and felt his blood boil.

—

tani senpai <3: hey, made it back home. hope you rest easy, princess. thnx. rin also says “thanks for allowing him to annoy you so I could catch a break

inui. : yn can we talk? I promise it’s not what you thought; idk what to say. Just remember, you’ll always be my favorite girl ..<3 lmk when you’re ready.

inui. : idk jus tseeing yuor brothr without you attached at the hip just made my stomak hurt, I wanna see you more.. maybe it’s because I’m drunk and finally thinking sobre, but yer awlays my fav

inui. : look, unsot having talked for like — a weakk? Has Ben eating me up, I really miss you. I’ll see you at the shop ? dream well, pretty girl.

takemitchy: BESTIE,, DONT FORGET YOU OWE ME A REMATCH BECAUSE YOU HAD YOUR BROTHER PUT ME IN A CHOKEHOLD SO YOU COULD CROSS THE FINISH LINE

takemitchy: wait, can you send me your brownie recipe ??? Hina loved them :,)

—

he didn’t know whether to be upset at the fact that there was some random “tani senpai” texting his sister and he didn’t know jack shit about them, or the fact one of his best friends was talking and drunk texting his sister. Nothing a beer and pizza can’t help.

After grabbing a full pizza box plus some beer and bringing it to his room, ken stared at his tv processing everything he just seen. Maybe this is just a dream? Maybe he’s so dizzy from the dancing and whiskey that he can’t seem to think straight? There’s just no way that his little sister would actually go for his friend; let alone, his friend returning the affection, right ? There’s absolutely no way that his sister would be letting random boys in the house. Nah, maybe he’s just scared of letting her go to university and growing up on him. This is all just a shitty nightmare.

“Whatever,” draken burped out as he took the cheap beer bottle to his lips, inhaling the last of the liquid, “heh, maybe it’s kisaki’s ghost hauntin my head with dumb thoughts.” He felt himself drifting to sleep, but stirred once he realized he almost forgot his nightly routine. Untucking the chain from his neck and pulling it towards his chapped lips, “g’night emma.”

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Fraze & Bea

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Bea: what next time Fraze: I'm just saying, we once said there wasn't gonna be any time Fraze: Didn't stick to that, did we? Bea: 1. It was an accident Bea: 2. Once is enough thanks Fraze: I'm not trying to argue otherwise, like Fraze: I was there Bea: You literally were, oh my God Fraze: Yeah, reckon I said that a fair few times myself there and then Fraze: Not that God showed up Bea: Don't imagine he's any good with a scalpel anyway Fraze: Not good at fuck all but voyeurism by all accounts Bea: and plagues, give him credit Fraze: Yeah, those locusts really boss, like Bea: Exactly Fraze: You gonna support me if I go study religion then? Bea: I will Bea: but your dad? no way, like Fraze: Fuck him, never gonna be his fave anyway Fraze: Gotta be born a girl for that Bea: Poor baby Fraze: Not for long, Red, stick around for the riches Bea: Where do you think I'm going? Fraze: Anywhere you want Bea: My question still stands then Fraze: I've told you loads of times before, the world is ours, babe Fraze: and now there's 2 more of us Fraze: The only question is what do you want Bea: You Bea: Us Bea: that's all I want right now Fraze: I see that and raise you no more holidays that are in a fucking caravan Fraze: Winter ain't gonna last forever and just 'cause I let you talk me into going back there for Christmas, don't think I'm agreeing to that bullshit Bea: I don't think anyone is going to even suggest we can all fit into a caravan anymore Fraze: Do you wanna make that bet though? Fraze: If my kids never see the inside of a caravan I'll go to my grave less begrudgingly Bea: You're such a snob, babe Fraze: They're having the best of everything, no less, whatever it takes Fraze: And that ain't even close, simple as Bea: Don't need to tell me like I don't know the score Fraze: I'm just saying, my Ma can make all the comparisons she wants, we're not them and it's not gonna be like that Bea: It's different for you than it is me Fraze: I know Bea: But it'll be good different for them, that we can agree on Fraze: 'Course Bea: I'll start packing then Fraze: I'll be back to give you a hand soon Bea: Not that hard Bea: get used to having a massive bag full of nappies and bottles and spare clothes on you at all times Fraze: Maybe not the suitcases but the babies we can't just shove in there and zip up, slightly more work, like Fraze: Have you already wrapped everyone's shit or should I just throw it in a gift bag? Bea: They aren't getting their own seats so you will have to hold one of 'em, yeah Bea: and you really think I didn't get it all posted there Bea: not an amateur Fraze: Alright but if you didn't get Joe an even itchier jumper than last year I'm reconsidering this whole marriage thing Bea: Thanks for the tip Bea: I'll have to reconsider my gift, obviously Fraze: Shut up Fraze: Me too now I'm sending the ring back Bea: Ha ha Fraze: You can laugh the personalised engraving has fucked my refund chances right up Bea: Well that was your first mistake Bea: can't reuse it on another girl either Bea: rookie Fraze: Write me a list when you can find the time, babe Bea: Easy Fraze: Good Bea: You know you have to be nice to your sister when we're there Fraze: Do I fuck Fraze: You be nice to yours Bea: My sister didn't have a baby a few weeks ago Fraze: So what? Fraze: You'd kill her if she fucking did Bea: So what is she doesn't need drama from you right now Fraze: She ain't getting drama from me but she ain't getting a round of applause either Bea: I'm not saying you have to go that far am I Bea: just don't start either Fraze: You're saying keep my mouth shut but I'm saying why the fuck should I? Fraze: A supposedly high IQ and a boyfriend who supposedly ain't an utter waste of space don't change the fact she's still a kid Bea: Because what do you think it will achieve? Bea: Literally nothing Bea: you'll only make it worse, if anything, so save your breath Fraze: Instead you want me to sit back and do literally nothing Bea: Whatever, be the big brother you want to be Bea: I'm not getting involved Fraze: This is why we shouldn't go Fraze: It's bullshit Bea: What do you propose, you never see her again because it makes you feel weird Bea: Get real Fraze: Yeah 'cause what you're proposing is so much better Fraze: We all just pretend everything is fucking fine when it isn't Bea: You can't do anything about it Bea: it's her life to fuck up however she pleases, she weren't going to ask for your permission at any point, like Fraze: I can't do anything about any of 'em that's the whole point Bea: Yeah Bea: that's always been the case and always will be Fraze: Exactly Fraze: Why would I wanna sit there and act like I don't know that? Bea: 'cos that's life Bea: it's the same for everybody else Fraze: I hope one of 'em somewhere is having a convo about what a fuck up I am Fraze: God, if you're listening, like, come on Bea: Really? Fraze: Don't let me down, Ma Fraze: 'Cause if they think this is as good as everything gets and everything really is fine for this family then fucking hell Bea: This is news? Bea: Mediocrity is aspirational to most people Bea: if everyone was the best it'd be meaningless and we'd have nothing to do in the meantime Fraze: Cheers, babe Fraze: I wouldn't want anyone else in my corner Bea: Don't be disingenuous when you really mean it Fraze: I don't talk like you swallowed a dictionary at me when I'm declaring my love Bea: That's what that was? Bea: You should work on that Fraze: I won't put it exactly like that in the vows Fraze: You saved me, you know, that's how I know it's something that can happen Fraze: I don't wanna just leave 'em to it but I can't do the same for 'em either Bea: I know Bea: it's a fool's errand Bea: but a noble one Fraze: I hate feeling like such a stupid cunt Bea: I know that too Bea: kinda signed up for a lifetime of it though Bea: not saying I'm so smart, before you suggest Fraze: I'll say it for you Fraze: 'Cause you are Bea: Hmm Bea: thanks Fraze: It don't even feel like a compliment anymore 'cause it's just been like that, something I've known, since the first time I met you Bea: Don't be soppy Bea: I'm meant to be the hormonal one, you'll set me off Fraze: You want me to be nice to everyone but you? Fuck that Bea: 'Course not Bea: we're a team Fraze: We better be 'cause they want us to stay til after New Year's Bea: We always have been Fraze: Yeah Fraze: I ain't forgotten Bea: Should hope not Fraze: I'm so knackered I feel braindead right now but I reckon it's actually semi functioning Fraze: Take that kids Bea: That's something Bea: need all the funds we can get now Fraze: How are you? Bea: Now he asks Bea: fine, of course Bea: he's being grizzly but nothing I can't handle Fraze: Put up with me long enough, yeah? I know you wanna say it Bea: Now you mention it, like Fraze: Do you need me to grab anything on the way back? Bea: something to eat if you're planning on it tonight Fraze: Don't tell either of 'em it's part of the plan, like Fraze: Might get a second then Bea: You reckon they've already got malicious intent Fraze: I ain't ruling it out Bea: They are yours, after-all Fraze: They better be Bea: As if Fraze: Too early to tell if they look like me Bea: Do you want me on your side or not Bea: think on Fraze: I ain't surviving Christmas if you ain't Fraze: So depends if you want me to or not Bea: That depends if you wanna keep implying things Fraze: Come on Bea: You Fraze: If I reckoned there was any truth to it we wouldn't be having this conversation Fraze: You know that as well as I do Bea: Not very supportive Bea: but fair Fraze: I love you but I've got my limits, babe and I don't reckon they stretch to doing night feeds for kids that ain't mine Bea: Always good to know Fraze: Keep it in mind, yeah Bea: Back at you Fraze: Fuck that, I need your genetics to balance out mine Fraze: Especially now the model missus of my childhood dreams ain't gonna happen Fraze: No wildcards, cheers Bea: Please, don't let me stop you Fraze: Shut up Bea: Go on Bea: I said no Bea: practically a free agent Fraze: I'd rather you said no every time than some girl I don't want saying yeah Bea: Cute Fraze: Don't take the piss Bea: Me? Never Bea: You're just so adorable, babe Fraze: Tis the season for you to have a day off it, like Bea: Don't make me repeat myself Fraze: Why not? Fraze: You've signed yourself up to a lifetime of that Bea: They're all we've got to talk about already? Fraze: Christ, I hope not Bea: Let's never be those people, yeah Bea: another rule Fraze: I don't mind that one Fraze: I'll even swear to it Bea: No need to spill blood on it Bea: but good Fraze: No takebacks either way Bea: Yeah Fraze: Good Bea: How long have you got left? Bea: need interaction with an actual adult human Fraze: One foot out the door, babe Bea: Thank God Fraze: My sentiments exactly Bea: I have missed you Fraze: Yeah? Bea: You know I have Fraze: I know it's more fun hearing it from you Bea: Well I have Bea: can't claim the babies have too but you know Bea: they're selfish little bastards Fraze: It's alright we've established they're mine, you ain't gotta milk it Bea: 😂 Fraze: I've missed you Fraze: Them too Bea: It must be weird being away from them Fraze: It's fucked but I'm on my way back via the shop Bea: You don't really mind though, do you? Fraze: Like you said, we need all the funds we can get Fraze: Gotta do what I gotta do Fraze: They need you more than they do me right now Bea: Yeah Bea: and there's only so much time I can give them too Fraze: Exactly Fraze: What about you, do you mind? Bea: I don't know Bea: it is what it is regardless, like you said Fraze: Yeah, but if there's anything you wanna do different we'll figure it out Bea: I need to finish Uni Bea: I'm going to be there for a long time yet Bea: we can do it Fraze: 'Course you do and 'course we can Bea: I can take until Summer term, doing long distance Bea: but then I'll need to go back full-time Bea: still the plan, they'll nearly be a year Fraze: It's still a good plan Bea: I think so Fraze: No need to repeat myself going on about how smart you are then Bea: Still, always fun hearing it from you Fraze: Still, I've got other compliments up my sleeve Bea: Only if you're lying Bea: I wonder if the gym creche will take them this young Fraze: You can always lie about how old they are if not Fraze: Every fucker knows twins are smaller Bea: Especially ones that can't hold on Fraze: Go easy though, yeah? Bea: I'm not pregnant now Fraze: You know what I mean Fraze: It ain't been that long Bea: Long enough Fraze: Come on Bea: Don't be a baby about it Fraze: Don't be a bitch about it Bea: Shut up and come home Fraze: Shut up and listen to me Bea: Don't treat me like an idiot Fraze: Don't treat me like an idiot either Bea: I'm not Fraze: Bullshit Fraze: I know you and you should know I ain't gonna stand there while you go fucking mental over this Bea: It isn't mental to want to look good Fraze: Nah it ain't but you do Bea: If that were true you would've said it however many messages up so Fraze: If I'd said it however many messages ago you'd have said that you wanna get out of the house or whatever Fraze: I ain't telling you not to go I'm telling you not to go mad Bea: Not planning on becoming a bodybuilder, like Fraze: That ain't what worries me, like Bea: Don't worry Bea: I promise, I'll be fine Fraze: You know the drill by now, Bea Bea: Come on Bea: I'm not my sister Fraze: Your sister ain't my problem, you are Bea: Charming Fraze: A charm offensive ain't gonna get through to you Bea: Calling me a problem ain't gonna get you anything you want Fraze: Come on Fraze: I'm saying I don't care about your sister, I care about you Bea: and I'm saying you're making a non-issue an issue right now Fraze: Alright Bea: Is it? Fraze: If you say so, babe Fraze: I ain't calling you a liar Bea: Good Bea: Don't worry about me okay Bea: We have so much more important things to focus on Fraze: Fuck that, there's nobody more important than you Bea: I think you're legally obligated to say otherwise now Fraze: I wouldn't have them if it weren't for you Fraze: I wouldn't even be here if it weren't for you Fraze: It ain't nothing you don't already know Bea: Babe Fraze: I'll shut up now Bea: You know it's more than mutual, don't you Bea: You and me, always, no matter what Fraze: Yeah Bea: I mean it now Bea: no bullshit trial separation stuff again Fraze: I don't wanna be away from you when I have to be working, you ain't getting rid now that I'm on my way back Bea: I don't want rid Bea: never did Fraze: And it goes without saying how fucking beautiful you look but if you need to hear it you will Bea: I'm not desperate or asking for constant reassurance Bea: I'm not that girl Fraze: I know who you are Bea: Yeah Bea: It's just a lot Bea: I wanna feel more like me again Fraze: What else can I do? Bea: There's nothing else you need to do Bea: honest Fraze: But I still wanna Fraze: I'll look after 'em so you can go to the gym or wherever else Bea: I'd rather see you first Fraze: It don't have to be now, the offer stands Bea: Thanks Bea: seriously Fraze: You'd do it for me Fraze: We're a team, you said it Bea: I love you Fraze: Yeah, I know Fraze: I love you too Bea: Hurry up now though Fraze: We need to eat, babe Fraze: I've already pushed to the front of this queue Bea: Damn Bea: when he's a provider Fraze: When ain't I been? Used to provide you with drinks when we were kids, like Bea: It wasn't always you, thank you Fraze: You had your moments, cheers for each one Bea: How dare you Bea: it was a solid 50/50 Fraze: That ain't how I remember it Bea: Convienient Bea: you can't remember a lot of things Fraze: It really weren't at the time but it was worth it to impress you, I remember that Bea: I was not that impressed Fraze: Bullshit Bea: Not bullshit Bea: shut up Fraze: I'm getting in the car, you shut up Bea: Oh yeah, blame me if you crash Bea: that's nice Fraze: It'll be your fault Fraze: And my life insurance ain't all that either so you might wanna think on Bea: 😑 Bea: Go away then Fraze: See you soon then Bea: 💘 Fraze: You're gonna do better than that when I come through the door, yeah? Bea: Focus Bea: I'm NOT making you crash, remember Fraze: You're gonna make me do another detour if you don't say yeah Bea: Really Fraze: Alright no, I'm too tired to be fucking about but humour me, like Fraze: I wanna feel more like me too, and we both know who that cunt is Bea: I happen to like that cunt Fraze: Marry him then Bea: Ha ha Fraze: Pour me a drink, babe Bea: Watch me put it in a bottle Bea: 🍼 Fraze: I'll take what I can get, including those measures Bea: You ain't getting 8oz Bea: but nice try Fraze: That's only my first try Fraze: We'll see Bea: You will, babe Fraze: Nice try yourself Bea: Shut up or I'll start without you Fraze: Are you making that a promise or a threat? Bea: Keep me waiting and find out Fraze: [honey he's home cos honestly shh but we all know its a swag entrance cos he's really missed and loves them all] Bea: [renuinted and it feels so good] Fraze: [just kissing like they in a film casually instead of being two young harassed parents, have your moment babes] Bea: [live your best life lads 'cos the struggle is real] Fraze: [hence him coming in from the rain for that semi throwback cos yolo]

[talesfromagemini]

SCORNED: THE LAST VISIT (SHORT STORY)

Written By: Harley Winston (TalesFromAGemini)

Janiah sits on her Queen-sized bed with tears in her eyes. The young woman heart is shattered...again. The so- called man she fell in love with has left her for another woman. One in a million things are going through her mind. She doesn't know who to turn to. Not to mention she's thinking the unthinkable.

"Since 2012," she says to herself quietly. "Since July of 2012, I've been nothing but loyal and faithful to this man and this is the thanks that I get." She damn near laughed. Anger was building in her core and her mind was clouded she couldn't think straight. Janiah rose up off her bed and slowly walked up to her mirror, Janiah couldn't look at herself she felt ashamed, she felt ugly. What was once a semi-happy young woman; was now a young woman ready to self-destruct in any minute. She gently brushed her dark-brown shoulder-length hair into a neat ponytail. The dried tears were cleansed away from her face. "Today Janiah is the day of your rebirth," She spoke with confidence to herself. "You will finally be free from your pain." She chuckled say, holding back tears that were trying to form in her eyes again.

She threw on a black tank top and a pair of black sweat pants, she dialed the newly unsaved number in her phone. The call went straight to voicemail, Janiah's blood began to boil ten times hotter.

Downstairs, her mother was preparing dinner for the family. Her younger sister was in the home office talking on her cellphone and watching television. Both unaware of the pain Janiah was going through.

Dressed and car keys in hand, Janiah walked up to her mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek which was rare and went and hugged her little sister tightly.

"What's wrong with you?" Her mother asked, confused. "You've been in your room mostly all day."

Janiah faked a smile, "Just being in my thoughts."

"Where are you going?" Her mother noticing the duffle bag.

"To drop off something to Marcus, "She lied.

"Be home on time, Janiah."

"I will," Janiah assured before walking out the door.

It didn't take long before Janiah was on the East-side, coming off her exit, her adrenaline began to rush. She wasn't sure if she was excited or scared. Pushed to her limit of no return Janiah was ready for whatever went down but she wasn't going down without a fight. Parked and posted around the corner from her ex- boyfriend Marcus's house, Janiah faced a blunt and took a few shots of Hennessy, she checked her social media and her heart sunk more. Marcus posted a picture of an ultrasound.

"She's pregnant?"

Janiah took another sip and got herself together. One last look in the rear-view mirror, Janiah smiled at her beautiful reflection. "You are beautiful and today is your rebirth. Happy Birthday, love."

She responded to herself, "Thank you." She exited out of her car, she walked to the back of the car and popped the trunk retrieving a medium size black duffel bag.

Janiah approached Marcus's house and knocked on the side door, she saw his truck in the driveway so she knew he was home. No response. She knocked on the door a little harder. A few moments later she was hearing foots steps coming, her heart started racing she hasn't seen Marcus since they broke up a few weeks back. She wasn't sure if she could go through with this.

Moments later, she laid her eyes on the man who once made her heart skip a beat. Marcus Raymond opened the door surprised and a little pissed to see his ex-girlfriend at his door step.

He sighed of irritation, "What are you doing here, Janiah?

She smiled ignoring the fact she's not wanted right now, "I just came to talk and have one last drink and blunt with you. Then I'll be on my way. I came peaceful with no drama."

Marcus thought about it and decided to let Janiah in. Not realizing he just put himself in danger. Janiah sat her duffel bag on the chair in the living room.

"What's in the bag?" he asked.

"Just some of your old stuff I'll put it in the attic before I leave. Let's have some drinks," she slurred a little bit.

"It sound like you already had some." He chuckled.

"Just a few shots before I got out the car."

"I guess. Well I'm in the room," he walked to the back of the house.

Making sure Marcus was in the bedroom; she pulled out a bottle of chloroform and poured it on a black cloth. Drinks poured and ready, Janiah was ready for a night of fun. When she walked in the bedroom, Marcus was on his Sony PlayStation 3 playing the latest game NBA 2K13. She placed his drink by him and sat in her spot behind him.

"So what do you want to talk about?" he asked never taking his eyes off the screen.

"Becoming friends after this if that's possible." Janiah pulled out an already rolled blunt out of her purse.

Marcus grabbed his cup and took a sip, "Friends?"

Janiah nodded.

"What's this? Henny?" He asked after taking a sip.

"Your favorite," She smiled. "I want us to be great friends. I still love you and I know you in a relationship and all but that doesn't mean we still can't be close." She sparked the blunt and took a hit. Inhaling the good shit and then exhaling the bullshit. Three more hits and she then passed it to Marcus.

She took another sip of her drink and sat it on the nightstand, "And I also want to thank you for everything that you taught me and forgive you for everything that you done wrong to me."

He paused the game and faced Janiah confused.

"I realize that what we had wasn't strong enough to be a true relationship I was hoping being friends will bring it to that some day."

Marcus took a huge sip of his drink, "You right...You live and you learn." Then turned his attention back on the game.

"I will always love you, Marcus," Janiah sat up. "But just so you know...... I will never forget." Janiah pulled the black cloth out and covered Marcus's mouth and nose with it. "It's time to have some fun, baby."

Once Marcus was knocked out she took a few more hits of the blunt and finished her drink in one gulp. Retrieving the duffel bag from the living room, she pulled out hand cuffs and duct tape and began handcuffing Marcus's hands and feet to his bed rail. She covered his mouth with duct tape.

"Time to get to work." She cracked her knuckles.

Marcus lying unconscious, she slowly caressed her fingers on his smooth, light-skinned faced, "To bad our children would have looked beautiful."

She drew her fist back, "It's time to wake up!" and punched the shit out of Marcus waking him in a panic. Realizing he was tied up, he searched around for answers mumbling under the duct tape. He saw Janiah standing over him with a smile on her face. She snatched the tape off his mouth, "And you were saying?" with a raised eyebrow.

"You crazy bitch! Get these cuffs off me now!" he yelled in pain from the tape snatching damn near his mustache.

She calmly spoke, "That's no way to speak to a lady, Marcus." She open-hand slapped him. A faint-red hand print was left on the side of his face.

"Fuck you!" he spat. "Get these cuffs off me!" Ordering her like he was in control of the situation.

"Now why would I do that?" Janiah pondered, tapping her chin. "Marcus for the last two going on three years I have dealt with your bullshit. The countless lies and cheating and I am tired of it. You left me for another woman not to mention you got the bitch pregnant. So today Marcus we are going to see how much pain you can take. Janiah felt powerful. She was finally in control. "There is nobody on this earth Marcus who is going to stop me from inflicting the pain that's coming to you." She laughed evilly. "Now I need you to shut the fuck up." Placing a new piece of duct tape on his mouth.

Marcus struggled to get the cuffs off but he couldn't. Never once in a million years did he think Janiah would do this to him. He never thought she had the guts to even come at him like this.

"I wouldn't fight if I was you it only fuels my rage." She warned him.

Rummaging through her duffel bag, Janiah pulled out a surgical blades, surgical retractor , rib shears and a small bush cutters. Marcus's eyes grew big, he didn't know what Janiah had in store for him but it wasn't pretty. An evil grin crept up on her face. He was no longer staring into the eyes of the sweet innocent woman he met almost two years ago, but the eyes of a menace. Janiah pulled a butcher knife out the bag and Marcus began to panic, she placed her finger across his covered lips, "Shhh! Baby. For walking all over me. You don't need your legs anymore." She began to stab Marcus repeatedly in both of his legs. He screamed and kicked, but she continued to jab away, blood was splattering all over them.

"You in pain yet!" She screamed. She wanted him to feel it, but it wasn't enough for her. She pulled down his basketball shorts, exposing his man-hood that she loved and made her feel good the times they was together. "See this guy,Marcus." She gripped his manhood tightly in her hand. "This the little fucker that got you tripping on me! That got you running the streets being a fucking a hoe!" Tears and evil filled her eyes. Brand new bush clippers were sitting in the corner of the bedroom and she instantly got an idea. She placed his man piece in the middle of the clippers. Janiah stared Marcus deep in his pleading eyes and whispered, "Snip...Snip Pretty Boy." With that Marcus penis flew across the bed. His horrific screams were muffled by the duct tape. The piece that made him feel like a man was now lying next to him limp and bloody. Deep inside he knew he wasn't going to make it out alive. Janiah was just getting started.

"Don't pass out yet," Janiah whispered in his ears. "I don't think you felt enough." Marcus eyes were rolling in the back of his head. His body was uncontrollably shaking.

Marcus was scared for his life. He turned Janiah into a monster before him. "Let's get rid of this shirt." She cut his white T-shirt from the middle exposing his tatted chest. "I loved your tattoos, Marcus. Especially when you was fucking me right. Just watching the sweat drip from your body made me cream." Janiah started from his belly button and licked him all the up to his neck. "Mmmmmm." She moaned, savoring his flavor. "You still taste good." It was time for the real fun, she sat aside her scalpel and rib shears. "I'm going to take something from you, Marcus."

Just like at work watching the surgeon on YouTube, Janiah made an incision straight down the middle of his chest. Marcus could no longer cry and scream he was too exhausted. Blood was gushing and squirting everywhere, but Janiah didn't care; she was digging for gold and she wasn't going to stop until she had his heart in her hand. She quickly grabbed the rib shears and began cutting away at the rib cage, she could see his heart barely holding on to a beat in his chest, "It's almost mines." She squeals.

She placed the retractor in his chest exposing his slowly beating heart, her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

"You are so strong baby. What are you holding to? Life? Oh! my dear that's already gone." Picking up the surgical scissors, "I loved you with all my heart Marcus," She placed a kiss on his forehead. "I will see you in hell." She began cutting his heart out. Marcus began shaking suddenly his body went still. Finally! In her hand, she held the heart of her lover. It's so pretty. She thought. She couldn't believe she actually cut out his heart. She stared at Marcus's lifeless body and squeezed his heart until it burst in her hand.

She was finally free.

Janiah calmly grabbed her cellphone and dialed 9-1-1.

"9-1-1 what's your emergency?" The operator answered.

She spoke into the receiver, "I've just cut out my lover's heart." Then hung up the phone. She took one last glance at Marcus. A tear rolled down her face. It was a tear of happiness.

She walked outside into the backyard and looked up into the night sky, "God forgive me for I have sinned," She prayed before pulling out a 9MM pistol and pointing it to her temple. Janiah closed her eyes and dropped to her knees before releasing the trigger.

POW!