#and then IMMEDIATELY emma's like <3 no shut the fuck up

[mccallhero]

favourite ouat scenes: 32/?

[chrissdollie]

rapper!chris x singer!reader hcs

a/n: lowkey a collab with @bambi-slxt bc of all the headcanons she sent me LMAOO thank u sweets!! <3

SFW

chri$ is definitely one of the more "soft" rappers. everyone knows that hes a lovesick puppy for you. he doesnt have ONE line including the words "my bitch". instead he replaces them with "my girl" OR "my wife" :((

i think he would 100% make an album fully dedicated to you. kinda like tyler the creator's "call me if you get lost" in a way. for example, in the song "HEAVEN TO ME", tyler explains his dreams. chris would rap about all of the things he wants to do with you and how he sees you in his life forever

he has many features on peace on the beach with my peach since its partially about your guys' sweet relationship! theres moments in the record where there are beautiful beats paired with your heavenly vocals and cute voice cracks while chri$ is dropping barssss (ill make a post ab lyrics i think he'd add)

sososososo supportive of your creative journey. he was with you as you wrote and planned out your extremely personal debut. he even helped out at the studio :c

but then you started adventuring some time after your 2nd-3rd album. you started experimenting with different genres/styles. you created storylines and visuals along with your music.

out of the two of you, chri$ is definitely more famous. anyhow, he got invited to the met gala and had u has his plus one obviously, where you both looked drop dead gorgeous!! i literally cannot see him wearing a basic ass suit and tie to the met. he has to be on your level and match your uniqueness which make you two stand out so much!

when you both got up the steps, he was being interviewed by emma chamberlin, who was also a fan of his. she asked about the creative process of his newly released album and he totallyy put you in the spotlight, saying "yn helped me a lott honestly. she's... literally a genius." he grins, turning to you while keeping his hand on your waist.

you guys like toying with the paparazzi when they're bothering you. you goofballs make silly faces right in the cameras so they back off

one time when you were being interviewed, your sweet boy wrapped his arms around your waist as he listened to you talk. you were a little nervous and stuttered a bit, but chris consoled you by rubbing small circles into your waist and whispering a gentle "it's okay baby" to your ear.

you fangirl on stage when you catch your boyfriend's eyes in the front row. sometimes you entirely stop what you're singing just to giggle and squeal "hiiii honey!!" while twirling your hair like a little girl. the audience cheers with screams when they realize chris is with them in the crowd-- but feels like its only you two in the stadium when he blows you a kiss (some corny shit he never thought he'd do) and mouth the words "i love you".

for the holidays, u two visit homeless shelters and childrens hospitals and perform for everybody <3

imagine just hanging out at the studio with him and your guys' friends. he's manspreading on a leather couch while massaging your feet resting in his lap as you write lyrics in your lap, your friends helping you out as you do.

you knew that somewhere down the line there was going to be some kind of beef. a popular rapper decided to call out chris for something he did years ago as a literal child. you both ignore it until he sends out a tweet about you. something around, "nd his bitch bad asf id hit fs but she a fuckin weirdass childish mf"

you ignore the fact he called u a "weirdass childish mf", you cant care less, many people dont vibe with ur ideas and thats okay!

u do however care about how his girlfriend would react to seeing him wanting to fuck you. and you'd met her before too, she was a little snobbish, but respectful nonetheless. you joked to your boyfriend about dropping your own diss track on him, but he actually seem intrigued. you shut it down almost immediately though, you didn't wanna make something small such a big deal

but at the next big event you guys went to, you found the rapper's girlfriend and showed her his tweet. she thanked you with a furious scowl on her face before she ran off and slapped the shit out of him in front of everybody

chris gets a custom made $5k chain that has ur name and little details that remind him of u around it :((

NSFW

speaking of that chain, he wears it whenever he pounds into you so you'll be reminded of how he's yours.

chris loves ur vocals so much on stage! he finds them beautiful, but he loves them even more in bed.

"cmon mama lemme hear that pretty voice"

in fact, you two created a song just to have playing in the background while you two get intimate

chris audio recorded him eating u out once and you saying, "oh, fuck chris, it's so good!" and he decided to use that as an adlib in his favorite songs OR disses he wrote about someone being a jerk to u

watching chris perform did things to you. seeing him sweat, brushing his gorgeous hair out of his face, putting in so much energy into his performance... it's intoxicating! sometimes you wish he'd just drop the mic, pull you onstage, and make love to you infront of the world.

he talks about marrying you while he's balls deep inside of your wet cunt :( saying how he wants to drop a humongous bag on your ring, give you the wedding of your dreams, and how he desperately wants to hear "missus sturniolo" from others' mouths

chris will totally pop up behind stage after a show and guide you to your dressing room not so subtly. you apologize to your manager before rushing to your private room like a giddy teenager. "wanna see her sweetheart, she wet for me righ' now? oh, there she is.." he coos as he bends down to his knees right in front of your pussy when you pull down your pretty pink stage costume.

@leah-loves-lilies @1everythingmustgo @star-sturn @junnniiieee07 @mattsneezing @freshloveee@freshsturns@emma4eva @r6diosturns @matthasmywholeheart @donthugmeimhot @blahbel668 @chrissturnsss @joanofarcily @mattscoquette @slutsturn @sturnioloremarker @ashley9282828 @jnkvivi @sturncakez @lanasturn @riasturns @st7rnioioss @strnlxlqve @starlace111 @mattsfavbigtitties @stvrlighht

[urdreamydoodles]

Love your works!!!! And I love Mr. Pickles!!!

May I ask for headcanons if reader dies in their arms?

Asking for: Emma Frost, Charles Xavier, Jean Grey, Piotr Rasputin, Beast, and Illyana Rasputin

No pressure ofc!!! Thank you!!

And have I mentioned that I fucking love your works?!?!

X-Men x Reader (Part.1)

You die in their arms (Part.1)

In the heat of battle, you succumbs to fatal injuries in the arms of your partner. Each X-Men, torn apart by grief, reacts to the devastating loss, facing the crushing reality that their greatest power cannot bring back the person they love most.

Characters: Emma Frost, Charles Xavier, Jean Grey, Colossus, Hank McCoy & Magik

First of all, thank you for this message, you are my first request and you have no idea how much it touches me. And secondly, your compliments make me blush, I'm glad you like my work, because personally I've never had as much fun as writing about something as this. Get ready for a LOT of headcanons because I have a lot in store. Above all, don't hesitate to ask for other requests <3 And thanks to you, you inspired me to make your request for other X-Men and X-Women. PS: MR. PICKLES WILL RETURN

Emma Frost

The battlefield was littered with chaos—explosions, screams, and the metallic scent of blood filled the air. You and Emma had been fighting alongside the X-Men, as you had countless times before, but this time was different. This battle had been brutal, and even though you had faced danger before, nothing had ever felt this dire. You had always fought by her side, both of you in sync, but as the fight raged on, you felt your strength starting to wane.

Emma’s voice was sharp and commanding in your mind, as always. “Stay with me, darling. We’re almost through this,” she had said, her mental link giving you strength. But when the blast came—one you hadn’t seen coming—it sent you flying, the pain immediate and overwhelming. You crumpled to the ground, clutching your side, feeling the warmth of your own blood seeping through your fingers.

Emma’s scream tore through the battlefield, her telepathic wail so fierce it silenced everyone for a moment. In the next second, she was at your side, her diamond form shimmering as she knelt down, her hands trembling as they reached for you. The moment her fingers touched your skin, her diamond exterior shattered, leaving her vulnerable in a way she never was on the battlefield.

"Y/N," she whispered, her voice breaking. "No, no, no... this can’t be happening."

You struggled to stay conscious, your vision blurring as you looked up at her, the love of your life, her face twisted in anguish. "I’m sorry," you choked out, each word a struggle. "I tried... I really tried."

Tears fell from her eyes, something she rarely allowed herself to do. She pressed her forehead against yours, her voice shaking. "Don’t you dare say goodbye. Not yet. I won’t let you go."

But you could feel it. The life slipping away, your heartbeat growing fainter. You reached up weakly, your hand brushing against her cheek. "Emma... I love you," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Emma’s breath hitched as she gripped your hand, holding onto you as if her sheer willpower could keep you alive. "I love you too," she whispered back, her lips brushing your forehead. "Please... please stay."

But you couldn’t. Your eyes fluttered shut, your body growing still in her arms.

For a moment, Emma just sat there, her mind refusing to accept what had just happened. Then, with a heart-wrenching scream, she unleashed a wave of telepathic energy so powerful that it swept across the battlefield, knocking down enemies, sending shockwaves through everyone’s minds. She cradled your body, her chest heaving with sobs, her mind desperate, reaching out to you, trying to find any trace of your consciousness.

But you were gone.

And for the first time in her life, Emma Frost felt utterly, completely broken.

Charles Xavier

The fight had been relentless, and despite the X-Men’s best efforts, the battle had taken a terrible toll. You had always been the calm in Charles’ storm, the grounding presence he could rely on when the weight of leading the X-Men grew too heavy. But today, everything had gone wrong. You had been separated from the team, cornered by enemies, and though you fought bravely, you had been wounded—badly.

By the time Charles found you, the world had already started fading around the edges. He wheeled towards you with a speed and desperation you had never seen in him before. His voice echoed in your mind, trembling with fear. *"Y/N, hold on. Please, just hold on."*

You could barely open your eyes, the pain in your body making it difficult to even breathe. But you heard him, and you smiled weakly, your heart aching as you felt his mind reaching for yours, trying to steady you, trying to keep you present. "I’m sorry, Charles," you rasped, your voice so faint it barely carried over the sounds of battle. "I wasn’t strong enough."

"No," Charles said, his voice firm, though you could hear the fear beneath it. "You are strong. You’ve always been strong. Don’t leave me, Y/N. I can’t lose you."

You felt his hand grasp yours, his grip trembling. You had always marveled at how Charles carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, always keeping his emotions tightly controlled. But now, there was no control. There was only fear, and love, and desperation in his eyes.

"You were always my strength, Charles," you whispered, your hand squeezing his as best as you could. "I love you. So much."

Tears filled his eyes, his voice breaking as he spoke. "And I love you. You are everything to me."

You could feel his mind wrapping around yours, trying to hold you there, trying to stop the inevitable. He was begging, pleading with you to stay, to fight, but your body was failing. You felt the warmth of his love in your mind, a comfort even as the world started slipping away.

"Please, Y/N," Charles whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Please, don’t leave me."

But you couldn’t hold on any longer. The pain faded, the world grew silent, and your grip on his hand loosened.

Charles sat there, his hand still holding yours, as the battlefield around him seemed to blur into nothing. His heart shattered, and in that moment, all the strength and control he had maintained for years crumbled. He lowered his head, his tears falling onto your lifeless body, and he sent out a silent scream, a wave of raw emotion so powerful that it resonated across the minds of every living person on the battlefield.

Charles had lost many people in his life. But losing you felt like the end of everything.

Jean Grey

The battle had taken its toll, not just on the X-Men but on the world itself. You and Jean had fought side by side, your powers complementing each other in ways that made you an unstoppable force. But this battle had pushed you both beyond your limits. You had been caught in an explosion, your body thrown against the rubble, the pain blinding and all-consuming.

Jean was at your side in an instant, her telekinetic powers lifting the debris off you, her hands trembling as she reached for you. "No... no, no, no," she whispered, her voice cracking as she cradled your head in her lap. "Y/N, stay with me."

You could barely keep your eyes open, the world spinning as you struggled to breathe. "Jean..." you whispered, your voice so weak, so broken. "I... I don’t think I can..."

"Don’t you dare say that," Jean said, her voice fierce but laced with panic. "You’re going to be okay. I won’t let you go."

You could feel her mind reaching out to yours, wrapping around your consciousness, trying to keep you there with her. Her love flooded your mind, a warmth that soothed the pain, but you could feel your body slipping away, your strength fading.

"I’m sorry," you whispered, your hand weakly reaching for hers. "I’m so sorry."

Jean’s tears fell onto your face as she held you closer. "Don’t apologize," she said, her voice breaking. "You have nothing to be sorry for. You’ve always been there for me. Please... just stay a little longer."

You could see the anguish in her eyes, feel the desperation in her mind as she tried to hold on to you. But the pain was too much, and your body was failing.

"I love you," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

"I love you too," Jean said, her voice shaking as she pressed her forehead against yours, her tears falling freely now. "Please... don’t leave me."

But you were slipping away, the world growing darker, quieter, as you took your last breath. Jean’s sobs echoed in your fading consciousness, her mind screaming out for you, trying to pull you back. But it was too late.

Jean held your lifeless body in her arms, her chest heaving with sobs. She let out a scream, a psychic wave that shattered the air around her, sending shockwaves through the battlefield. Her grief, her agony, her love—they all collided in that moment, her powers surging uncontrollably as she held onto you, unable to let go.

In that moment, Jean Grey—one of the most powerful beings in the universe—felt utterly powerless.

Colossus

The battle was at its peak, and the sounds of war echoed around you. Explosions rocked the battlefield as Colossus, in his full metal form, fought valiantly beside you. His towering figure was always a source of comfort, an indestructible wall between you and the chaos. The ground shook beneath your feet as you moved to join him, your heart pounding with adrenaline.

But then, an enemy blast caught you off guard, the impact throwing you off your feet. You hit the ground hard, the pain immediate and overwhelming. Blood seeped from your wounds as you struggled to breathe, your vision blurring. You tried to push yourself up, but your body refused to respond. The sound of heavy metal footsteps reached your ears, and you knew Piotr had seen you fall.

His metallic form glimmered in the firelight as he ran toward you, his eyes wide with terror. You had never seen him like this, even in the most dangerous situations. He dropped to his knees beside you, the cold steel of his hands cradling you gently despite their immense strength.

"Y/N!" His voice was thick with fear, a sound you'd never thought you'd hear from someone as powerful as him. "Please, no. Not you. Not like this."

You tried to smile, but the pain was too much. "Piotr..." you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I... I can't..."

He shook his head, his metal features twisting in agony. "Don’t speak. I’ll protect you," he promised, though the pain in his voice told you he knew there was nothing he could do. He tried to stem the flow of blood from your wound, his massive hands shaking.

His metal body was usually unyielding, but now he seemed so vulnerable, so afraid. He held you close, his cold arms pulling you against his chest. "Stay with me, please," he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. His entire body trembled as he struggled to maintain control.

Your hand reached up weakly to touch his face, the cool metal of his cheek sending a shiver through your fingers. "I love you," you whispered, the words catching in your throat as darkness closed in around you.

He let out a sob, his steel form shuddering with grief. "I love you more than anything, Y/N. You’re everything to me."

But it was too late. Your breath faded, and your hand slipped from his cheek, falling limply to the ground. Piotr let out a roar of anguish, his voice reverberating across the battlefield. He held your lifeless body close, his tears mingling with the blood and dirt that stained your skin. Even in his indestructible form, he felt more broken than ever before.

Magik

The battle had spiraled out of control, and you found yourself separated from the rest of the X-Men, the air thick with smoke and the sound of clashing metal. You had always admired Illyana’s ability to remain calm in the face of chaos, but this time, the situation was different. The enemies were relentless, and no matter how hard you fought, it wasn’t enough. Then, out of nowhere, a blade struck you, piercing through your side, and you collapsed to the ground.

Before you could even cry out, the world around you warped, and you found yourself in Limbo. Illyana stood before you, her eyes wide with horror as she took in the sight of your bloodied body. “No...” she whispered, her sword clattering to the ground as she rushed to your side.

You tried to speak, but the pain was overwhelming, your vision flickering in and out of focus. Illyana’s hands shook as she pressed them against your wound, trying to stop the blood that poured out of you. “I’ll fix this,” she said, her voice trembling. “I can fix this.”

You had always known that Illyana was powerful beyond measure, but in this moment, she looked small, fragile, as though she was trying to hold onto something that was slipping away. She stared down at you, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she knelt beside you, her hands glowing with the dark magic of Limbo.

“I can’t lose you,” she whispered, her voice breaking as tears filled her eyes. “Not like this.”

You reached up with what little strength you had left, your hand brushing against her cheek. “Illyana,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I love you.”

Her breath hitched as she leaned down, pressing her forehead against yours. “I love you too, more than anything,” she said, her voice shaking. “You can’t leave me. I won’t let you.”

But you could feel your life slipping away, the pain becoming numb as the darkness closed in. You wanted to stay, to hold on, but it was too late. Your hand fell limp in hers, your chest rising for the last time as your heart stopped.

Illyana let out a scream that echoed through the very fabric of Limbo, a sound so filled with grief and fury that it sent shockwaves through the demonic realm. Her magic surged uncontrollably, her power crackling through the air as she cradled your lifeless body in her arms. In her rage, the demons of Limbo cowered, the sky itself trembling in fear.

But no amount of power could bring you back, and that realization shattered her. She held onto you, her tears falling onto your skin, whispering your name over and over again as the world around her grew dark, consumed by her grief.

Hank McCoy

The battlefield had turned into a warzone of destruction, and even though you and Hank had fought together many times before, this battle was unlike any you had experienced. You had always admired how composed and intellectual Hank was, even in the most dire of situations. But this time, the enemy had been too quick, too brutal, and before you could react, you had been struck by a powerful blast.

Your body hit the ground hard, pain shooting through you as you struggled to breathe. Blood spilled from the wound in your chest, and every breath felt like a mountain weighing down on you. Through the haze of pain, you heard Hank’s voice, panicked and desperate, something you had never heard from him before.

“Y/N!” He shouted, rushing toward you, his blue fur standing on end as he dropped to his knees beside you. His large hands were gentle as he cradled your head in his lap, his eyes wide with terror as he took in the sight of your injuries. “No, no, this can’t be happening.”

You tried to smile up at him, but the pain was too much. “I’m sorry, Hank,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I didn’t... I couldn’t...”

“Shh,” he said, his voice shaking. He pressed his hand to your wound, trying to stop the bleeding, but it was no use. His eyes were filled with panic, his normally calm and collected demeanor completely gone. “You’ll be alright. Just stay with me.”

You could feel the life draining from you, the world growing darker around the edges. You reached up weakly, your fingers brushing against his cheek. “I love you,” you whispered, your voice barely a breath.

Hank’s eyes filled with tears, something you had never seen from him before. “I love you too, more than you’ll ever know,” he said, his voice breaking. He leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours, his tears falling onto your face. “Please don’t leave me. I can’t... I can’t do this without you.”

You wanted to stay, to hold on, but your body was failing, your heart slowing with every passing second. You looked up at him one last time, your vision blurring as you whispered, “I’m sorry.”

And then, everything went dark.

Hank let out a strangled sob, his entire body trembling as he held you close. His mind raced, trying to think of a solution, something that could bring you back, but he knew it was too late. You were gone, and nothing could change that.

He sat there for what felt like an eternity, holding your lifeless body in his arms, his tears falling freely as he whispered your name. The battlefield raged on around him, but for Hank, the world had stopped. You were gone, and with you, a part of him had died too.

[positivelybeastly]

Goats Gremlin Gibber-Jabber part 2:

Oh we’re so back baby

Ahem ahem. First thing on the itinerary: Welcome back! Missed youuuu <3

Second thing:

HANK PUT EMMA BACK TOGETHER WHEN SHE WAS SHATTERED????

Hi in this session of my gibberish thoughts, my friend and I with our blogs made hank and Emma a thing, and there was something about them that made us so ill for them together. Granted my hank isn’t exclusive, but something with Emma clicked. And then. AND THEN

The fucking shattering of Emma, Hank discovering it after he had planned to try and cheer her up?

And then him DEDICATING himself to put her back together. And like like he got so far???

HE GOT CRAZY FAR BEFORE JEAN INTERVENED WITH THE PHEONIX.

I’ve been lost in the sauce from that moment on.

The fact that when someone said “Oh nobody liked her.” So everyone was a suspect, and he went “I liked her.” And then the fact he was convinced she couldn’t actually be dead, and then spent that time putting her back together even when the pieces were in the hundreds of THOUSANDS.

I’ve become ill from this (/pos) and I wanna hear your take on this section cause I just aaaagh.

Sincerely,

that weird fucking goat that keeps popping up and biting people.

Adding your addendum here so I can answer all in one go. :)

So, like . . . okay.

Hank and Emma's friendship is really special to me, and it all ties back to the way that Grant Morrison conceptualised Hank, when they came on to write New X-Men. It's worth noting that neither Hank, or Emma, were actually meant to be on the team when Morrison first pitched their story, they were originally going to be Colossus and Moira MacTaggert, but both had recently died. This is why Emma gets her diamond form secondary mutation - she's acting as the bruiser of the team in absence of Colossus.

So, how does Grant Morrison conceptualise Hank?

No dark secrets. Nothing to hide. The sweetest guy. The best heart.

These are the architects of modern X-Men, by the way. Morrison and Hickman. This is how they see Hank McCoy, and though they may have many flaws in their writing styles and their stories may fumble certain things, I think that they have an opinion worth noting. Their effect on modern X-Men is undeniable.

So, Emma and Hank meet, and they already have chemistry. They are both incredibly sharp, incredibly brilliant, incredibly witty, incredibly cultured individuals, and though they may (at this time) have very different moral compasses, it's very clear that there's a spark of friendship already, especially when you compare Hank's immediate sympathy to how Jean treats her literally a page later.

Something that's underrated about Morrison's Jean is that she's kind of not very nice a lot of the time, but you understand why. She's going through some shit in this series, and she has a very, very, very valid reason to hate Emma after Dark Phoenix, so her trying to reach out is what she thinks she should do, but calling her a bitch is what she wants to do, really - and Emma doesn't give a fuck. Or at the very least, she's very good at making it look like she doesn't give a fuck.

This is another aspect of why I think Hank and Emma have such good chemistry: they are both masters of control and appearance. They both spend so, so, so much time cultivating a specific image so that they can't be hurt - Hank obfuscates and hides behind big words, big concepts, big gestures, while Emma snarks and affects cool, sniping at anyone who might dare get close.

Like recognises like. I almost think it's a sort of game for them, to perform and poke at one another, knowing that they each know each other's secrets, but with an unspoken agreement that they won't go too far.

Emma jabs and pokes and prods, and Hank shuts her down in three sentences. If there were any malice or anger in this interaction, it wouldn't stop the way it does. There's no lingering animosity between them, there's no heat. It's two theatrical bitches in superhero clothes pretending that their personal lives aren't a mess by being extra bitchy at one another, and I think that they love that.

It's also worth noting that Hank, at this stage, is still an extremely moral presence, an unquestionable good guy (Threnody revisionism notwithstanding, don't at me, I've heard it before), and Emma is very much not. She's still the woman who was part of the Hellfire Club, who worked against the X-Men, who was part of Genosha, Magneto's regime - but Hank doesn't browbeat her with it. It only ever comes up when he's convinced that she's turned on them.

A moment of panic, but Emma doesn't take him to task for it - if anything, I like to think she might have actually been a bit grateful, because it made her plan seem all the more authentic, to have someone screaming that she can't do this. He then immediately apologises, and compliments her. It doesn't come up again. He judges her by her current actions, not by her past, and this is something that's very consistent with Hank, if you look at the wider tapestry of his life, because who else does he judge by his current actions and not his past?

Oh yeah. Hank forgives. Hank understands.

And I always find it interesting how he takes Scott and Emma's affair. He doesn't criticise Emma for it, but he does take Scott to task. Why? Well, it could be Morrison's take on who's responsible for the affair bleeding through, but I think it's more that Hank knows that Emma is still working on herself, still improving her behaviour, still in the process of becoming better, and he's willing to give her the space to do that, but Scott?

Scott, I think Hank believes has less of an excuse. But again, he doesn't make a thing of it until it comes to a boiling point. He warns Scott, and Scott doesn't listen. And when it's all said and done, Hank makes it clear that Scott and Emma's lives may be their own, but he has his own feelings on it, and he's capable of holding multiple emotional viewpoints at once.

Like, this is a lot of leeway and a lot of grace that Hank is affording Emma here, considering she was just as guilty of initiating the affair as Scott was, if not more so - but again. He expects better of Scott. He knows Scott knows right from wrong, and where his obligations lie, and he expects him to be faithful to his wife. Hank knows Emma is flirting, being very sexually open, but he knows that that is partly affectation, partly bait, partly exploration, and partly a fuck you aimed at Jean, who she just plain doesn't like. Harping on at her about it will not make her stop, and will only drive her not to trust Hank. And it becomes increasingly clear, as the series goes on, that Emma does trust and value Hank, quite a lot, actually.

Now, it's not like Emma needs an excuse to be cruel and to make a scene, but that's not really what this is, is it? Look at the order in which she addresses the journalist. She's offended - "I beg your pardon!" - but what at? "This man is a world-renowned scientist!"

She doesn't take offence to the idea that people hate mutants because trouble follows them where they go. She takes offence to her being insulting to Hank specifically. She elevates Hank, and degrades her opponent. This is not something Emma does often, she usually just skips to the degradation! Hank doesn't even expect it! Look at the little lines around his head in the panel with Emma blown up large in the psychic landscape! He was absolutely going to let that comment go by, and not make a thing of it, and Emma chose to make the moment about standing up for him, and he did not expect it.

But he values it, nonetheless. And he puts his paw on her, and thanks her.

Reminder, this is how she reacted to another man putting his hands on her just a few issues before.

Now, granted, we don't see where Logan's hand is, but the man's generally a gentleman, despite his reputation, so I think she just doesn't like to be touched . . . generally. But she doesn't mind it when Hank touches her, and thanks her for standing up for him. Something which she does not do for many people. Reminder, this is how she reacts to Jean having a straight up psychic fit in front of her.

Like, there's a degree to which this is bravado and humour, because Emma is tending to Jean here, but I guarantee you that this is not how she would have acted if Hank had been the one to fall in distress.

And going back to the panels where Logan is helping her up - I don't know if it's just me, but there's something very purposeful in the fact that Emma and Hank are both on the right hand side of the page, with Emma engaging her diamond form so that she doesn't have to feel, denying her own compassion, while Hank stands in shadow, looking mournful, defeated, quietly furious, unable to do anything but feel his compassion.

Perhaps that's something that Emma admires in Hank. The fact that he has no dark secrets, that he does, in at least some ways, wear his heart on his sleeve; that he has no choice but to feel. He is a good man. And it's easy to forget, in a world where cynical media and cynical people surround us, but there is something charismatic and likeable and warm about good people. Even if you might consider them foolish, people who fail to be good often envy those who try, even though they might face insurmountable odds.

Hank's refusal to accept that the world has to be a place of cruelty and disbelief and skepticism and fear has a way of rankling the cynics around him. It's one of my favourite things about him.

It has a way of paying off.

How often does Emma Frost listen to someone again . . ?

And then . . . yeah. We come to the assembly.

"Fuck you, I liked her."

She listened. She laughed. She spoke Byron back to him. Do you ever think about just how often Hank gets that? Fucking never, I bet!! It must just be so refreshing to quote, and for the other person to know.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.

Of course it's a romantic poet. Of course it's Byron.

And then, the assembly . . . ouuuuuuaghhh . . .

Like, people love for their characters to have feats, right? People love that Storm was the Regent of Arakko, and faced down the Horsemen. People love that Cyclops put the Void in a little box in his mind and told it no. People love that Jean chased down Enigma all the way through space and time and destroyed him. People love it when all the things that epitomise a character come together in a moment that speaks to the truth of them - their strength, their control, their refusal to give up. It's not just about power, it's about what that moment says about their personality, right?

What's Hank's?

It's putting together a 11,100,277 piece puzzle of a human body. Not with textbooks and screens around him, but by memory - and why? He says it's because he always loved jigsaw puzzles as a child, but that's not the real reason, is it? It's because it's important to him that she be complete, that she be afforded respect. It's important to him that someone showed that they cared.

It's because he thinks that there's a chance.

It's hope. It's sheer, bloody minded hope. 11 million pieces. It's insane. And yet. He did it, and it worked, and she was whole again.

Roses and wine and a good book and a baritone rendition of Gluck's Orpheus and Eurydice . . . oh, Hank. He even calls himself la bete, the Beast - a codename we know he doesn't really care for all that much, especially in light of his recent mutation - just so that he can affect playfulness and brightness and infectious good mood.

He really cared for her. And she really cared for him.

I seriously miss this dynamic. It was really very beautiful.

And thank you for the welcome back! It's good to be back!

[bussyslayer333]

1. Take me to your best friend’s house

summary: jake’s back home on leave, restless without his friends to keep him company, until you arrive that is.

pairing: best friend’s brother jake seresin x fem!reader

word count: 2.0k

warnings: swearing, one mention of alcohol, small amount of smut and heavy sexual tension heheh

drive me wild

Jake is antsy.

It’s his last week of leave and he’s staying back at his parents house in Texas. He’s been there for two weeks already, spending quality time with his older sisters and their kids.

He loves them all. Truly. But he’s been dying to beat Javy at a game of darts again, or drink the beer he actually likes, or actually sleep with a woman instead of jerking off in the shower like he’s 14 again.

Jake loves his family. But he also loves his space. Which he was not currently experiencing as his 3 year old niece Ellie climbs her way around his torso.

He can hear his mother chatting animatedly away on the phone in the room over, only mildly blocking out the loud snores coming from his father’s sleeping form in his arm chair across the room.

Jake’s mother enters the room just as Ellie makes an unfortunate misstep in her climbing.

“Fuck!” Jake groans.

“Jacob!”

Shit.

Jake looks to Ellie who is now flopped on the sofa next to him, giggling evilly.

He pleads with her with his eyes, trying to pout sadly through his pain. Just as he thinks he’s gotten away with it, his oldest sister Emma pops her head round the door.

“You want some juice, baby?” She questions to Ellie.

“Fuck!” She squeals, laughing and grabbing at Jake again.

Jake looks to Emma apologetically, she’s already seething. Lucky for Jake, his mom has already sensed the bubbling tension and decides to finally announce what she had entered the room to say.

“Addy and her friend are going to be here soon!” She smiles.

Addison and her friend. Two more people in the house. Great.

Truthfully, Jake was excited to see Addy, but he also felt guilty. It’s spring break of her third year at UCLA and he’s only really seen her at christmas and easter for the past few years. She’s only a two hour drive away from San Diego, but he never seems to find the time to do it.

Before he can spiral too much into older brother guilt, his dad awakes from his slumber from the commotion in the room.

“Huh?” He mumbles blearily.

Emma laughs, coming to sit down next to Jake and pulling Ellie into her lap.

“Addy and her friend Dad, they’re going to be here soon.”

“Yeah I know that,” he mumbles, still half asleep.

The doorbell goes, interrupting what Jake’s mother was about to say. She springs up and looks to Jake expectantly.

“Come help with the bags!”

Jake grumbles, pushing himself up from where he’d been sat on the couch. His mother sends him a pointed glare, shutting him up immediately. She could be scary when she wanted.

When he finally makes it to the entryway, the door is already open and his mom is making a fuss of someone he can’t see. Addy is stood next to you, dropping her bags on the floor loudly.

“Hey freak.” She supplies smirking at Jake.

“Hey dipshit.” He retorts.

She runs over quickly, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. He ruffles her hair lightly and moves back over to where his mom is standing, surrounded by bags.

“We’re so glad to have you here darlin’!” his mom smiles down at you, stroking your arm comfortingly.

“But still, thank you, seriously,” you reply, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

His mom shakes her head and moves to the side finally to talk to Addy, allowing him to get a good look at you.

The first thing that registers in Jake’s mind is how goddamn beautiful you are, the second thing is that you’re staring straight back at him with a coy smile on your face.

“You must be the mysterious Jake,” you tease, stepping closer to Jake.

He laughs, “mysterious?”

You seem to inch even closer, Jake can smell your sweet perfume. Vanilla. It’s intoxicating.

“Addy talks about you a lot. It’s great to finally meet you.” You supply.

“Likewise,” he smirks, giving you a once over.

Jake revels in the way you flush under his gaze, hands fiddling with the hem of your short skirt. Before he can attempt to charm you further, Addy interrupts once again.

“Chop, chop bell boy! These bags aren’t gonna move themselves!”

Suddenly, he remembers why he doesn’t visit her.

Jake rolls his eyes and looks back to you, “Which ones are your bags?”

You point to a large blue duffel bag on the floor and a smaller backpack beside it,

“You don’t have to-”

Jake already has both your bags in his hands and is motioning to the tote bag on your shoulder.

“Nonsense, pretty girls shouldn’t have to carry anything.” He flirts, southern drawl heavy on his tongue.

You giggle whilst Addy gags from beside you,

“Can you stop being a fuckboy for five seconds?” She whines.

Jake scoffs and flips her the bird, “carry your own bags.”

Addy retaliates with her own middle finger and huffs, “Come on babe, I’ll show you your room.”

Addy grabs your hand and drags you towards the staircase, pulling you up towards the guest room.

Jake watches from the bottom of the stairs as he catches a glimpse of the pink lace underneath your fluttering skirt. He gulps and reverts his eyes back up in time to catch your shooting a wink at him before Addy pulls you around the corner.

Jake’s pillows are soft, and the temperature in his room is perfect. So he can’t really understand why he isn’t asleep.

That’s a lie.

He just doesn’t want to admit it to himself.

Every time he closes his eyes, Jake’s mind begins to wander to you. The way you smile at him, and the way you smelled, the way your eyes lit up when his other niece May called you pretty. Of course your tiny clothes and knowing what your underwear looked like aided to his mental images, but he had the excuse that at least it wasn’t all that.

He wondered if you knew the affect you already had on him. Surely you did, he tried to rationalise, the wink for god’s sake.

Jake tried to fight the hand that was slowly inching its way down his chest towards his aching cock, but he was weak. The first stroke of his hand had him whimpering, Jake is pretty sure he hasn’t ever been this hard in his life.

He tries to start off slow, thinking about the way you pulled your hair up into a loose ponytail at dinner, the silky span of skin that was exposed making him sweat. That’s when he realised taking it slow was pointless. Jake strokes himself fast, thrusting his hips up into his palm. His breath is shallow and harsh, trying to hold in any incriminating sound he could make. He’d like to imagine that you’re in the same position, whimpering on the bed in the guest room that was just across the hallway from his, pumping your fingers in and out of your cunt thinking about him.

How was he to know he wasn’t wrong?

Jake is close, hips stuttering after each movement of his hand. He imagines you on your knees for him, wide eyes staring up at him, your glossy lips parted begging for him, whining,

“please, Jake-”

And that does it for him, cum spurting out of his cock down onto his hand and chest. His breaths are ragged and heaving. The sticky sheen of sweat on his body becomes uncomfortable and the mess of cum is just a reminder of his predicament.

He uses the tissues on his bedside table (shout-out horny teenage Jake) to wipe away his drying spend, but he still feels unclean.

Deciding the only way to remedy this, Jake moves to get up from his bed and heads towards the door. If he’s quiet he presumes he can make it to the bathroom and back without waking anyone. He shuts his door behind him carefully, wincing as it clicks shut.

He only makes it a few steps across the floor before something bumps into his solid chest. Jake looks down to see you staring at him with eyes widened in surprise. His body is warm against yours, stood half naked in front of you clad only in his boxers.

If you thought Jake was handsome with his clothes on, the attraction had just tripled. The hard plains of his chest and sprinkling of hair that ran down his abs had you salivating slightly. You clear your throat and look back up to his eyes,

“Sorry, I didn’t see you there,” you smile sheepishly up at the man.

Jake thinks this must be a cruel joke. The way you’re staring up at him in a thin tank top and shorts that could be declared glorified panties. He doesn’t know whether he should curse or thank God.

“It’s okay sugar,” he drawls, watching as you keen slightly more into him.

You place a hand onto his chest, feeling emboldened by his words,

“I was just going to get a glass of water,” you whisper, dragging your hand down further.

Jake watches in horror as you look down and catch sight of his semi pressing against the fabric of his boxers.

“I’m real thirsty,” you continue with a smirk.

Your hand trails down his chest hair towards the band of his boxers, toying with the elastic.

“Jake?”

“Mhm,” he affirms.

“Do you want me?”

Jake looks into your wide eyes and nods quickly, awestruck.

You giggle and retreat your hand from him.

“Good to know.”

You slip past him quickly, heading towards the stairs. Jake unabashedly watches the way your ass moves until you’re out of his line of sight. He exhales and pinches at the bridge of his nose.

“Fuck.”

The next morning at breakfast, Jake is sat opposite you. You’ve not exchanged many words apart from a polite “good morning” or “how did you sleep?”.

Jake can feel your gaze on him whenever Addy’s sentences run on too long. He feels excited for the first time in weeks. A dampener on his mood however, is his sister Josie.

She’s only two years older than him, they’re the closest out of all the siblings, and she can read him like a kids book. It’s usually nice, Jake always feels like she understands him. Now however, it’s pissing him off.

“What is wrong with you?” he snaps once they’re in the kitchen and out of earshot.

Josie snorts, “I feel like I should be asking you that!”

Jake rolls his eyes, deciding to play nonchalant. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Stop eye fucking Addy’s friend!”

Jake’s eyes widen and Josie’s exclamation, he motions to shush her out of fear of anyone else hearing.

“I am not!”

Josie rolls her eyes with such familiarity it’s painful, “you’re looking at her like you used to look at Miss Mayfield in ninth grade.”

Jake scoffs at the memory of his freshmen year english teacher.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Sensing they weren’t going to get anywhere with their conversation, Josie decides to take a different approach.

“Look Jakey, just think about Addy. Please?”

Jake rolls his eyes, and is about to retort when the kitchen door opens.

“Oh! Sorry, your mom just asked me to get the juice?” You smile, sweeter than ever.

Josie watches unimpressed, as Jake quickly retrieves the juice for you, hand lingering on yours as he passes it over.

“Here you go, sugar.” He croons.

“Thanks, Jake,” you place emphasis on his name before you saunter off, hips swaying.

As soon as the door shuts behind you, Josie laughs. Loud.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Jake laughs nervously, “what?”

“We’re too old for this shit.” She states, moving past Jake to join everyone in the dining room again.

next part

a/n: first part done 😰😰😰 I HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYS

they will be getting it on next chapter dw hehehe

i’m not sure how many parts to plan on but you can probably expect at least 10 !!

as always pls comment, reblog or send me an ask and tell me what u think!!

ty for reading :)

- honey <333

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REREADING LADY MIDNIGHT BUT I would kill myself and everyone else in this world to keep Julian Blackthorn protected AND appreciated by those to whom he has given so much (yes Mark, I’m talking to you)

Part 3😘😊

i swear to god there are some scenes that I can’t remember ever reading. But hey, in one of those Emma realizes she wants Jules!! Go baby!!!

THE SCENE WHERE CRISTINA CUTS MARKS HAIR???/?2€2!2!2€:€ Okay, hear me out. When I read this book for the first time back in 2016 I had already spend over two years obsessing over Julian and Emma, and I must admit I did not give a shit about anyone else until I read Lord of shadows BUT NOW THAT IM OLDER AND WISER CRISTINA AND MARK IN THIS SCENE MADE ME GIGGLE LIKE A TEENAGER. "You would be lovely in the Court” Mark Blackthorn get a grip.

THE CAR/IRATZE/JULIAN DYING SCENE. i’ve spent years obsessing over this scene. it has played in replay in my mind so many times that by the time I reread it I was sure it had been a fever dream of mine. but no, here’s Julian Simp Blackthorn being the horniest for Emma while also fucking dying???:!2&2!/! He’s so in love I might actually die.

Cassie foreshadowing Livvy and Cameron’s relationship in Thule (it might not have been intentional but let’s pretend) *clears throat* and I quote: “In Emma’s defense, Cameron’s annoying, but he’s hot. I mean, if you like guys who look like a redheaded Captain America, which I…don’t? (Livvy speaking)

kieran and mark my beloveds. Cristina looking at Kieran while he was looking at Mark and thinking “Never had a faerie looked so human to Cristina as Kieran did then”. I screamed actually

okay looK!!! I have a thing about a very specific trope which fits exactly with Emma and Jules, being childhood best friends to lovers but the man is and has always been a total SIMP. well, i’m gonna quote Julian thinking about Emma’s hair and i’m gonna pretend i did not cry while reading it: “emma’s hair. maybe because she took it down so rarely, maybe because emma with her hair down was one of the first things he’d ever wanted to paint”

julian and his siblings relationship has always been something that made my heart physically ache. So Julian falling with Tavvy on the stairs and hitting himself to protect Tavvy but also immediately checking if HIS baby is okay. you can not fucking tell me he should not be loved for eternity by fucking everyone

the fact that Julian can’t be physically close to emma without mentally collapsing. i mean, the man was dancing with her and he was floating. the intimacy, the CONNECTION, THE TOUCHING *chef’s kiss*

also, last but not least. alexa play When Emma falls in love by taylor swift.

okay, i’m done, shutting up now, goodbye till tomorrow I hope (also, would love to know your opinions on the scenes I talk about and shit, I’d love to make friends that feel ass passionate about tda as I do🥺)

[perpetualproductions]

If We Were Vampires (Pt. 3)

- Another unexpected visitor. But it's a person we don't like.

- Why are so many people knocking on their fucking door?

- Questions, Answers, and More Questions.

- small Limoreau at the end ❤️

CW: A bitch is back. A lot more blood. Mentions of sex. Mentions of violence/death. (Small mentions, just being safe).

~3k words

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Jordan felt immediately ridiculous after reading the first article on “The Existence of Vampires”, but much to their disappointment, they began to check off certain boxes as they read along. Heightened senses, taste for blood, fangs…After looking through a couple of sites, their attention was once again pulled by a knock at their door, for the third fucking time this morning. What, the day Jordan gains a craving for blood, everyone just needs to see them?

Jordan debated on whether or not they should even open the door. They can hear the person's heartbeat from here, their present hunger letting itself be known again. The knock came again, but this time it was accompanied by a voice. “I know you're in there, Jordan. Open up!” A female voice echoed through the door.

Jordan recognized that voice, though it wasn't one they talked to often. In fact, they found this person's voice to be very irritating. So they decided to remain silent.

“Come on Jordie, I got you some fooood…” Once again with the annoying voice. But Jordan just realized what they said. Food? How did they– They couldn't possibly mean-

Needing answers, Jordan jumped out of bed and quickly went to open the door. They weren't shocked to see none other than Justine Garcia standing at their door, but what did catch their eye was the blood bag she was holding in her hand. “So… you gonna let me in?”

This was the bitch that fucked with Emma a few months ago, and they would never let her in their room in a million years. But she obviously knows something if she's standing there holding a bag of blood.

“Get in.” Jordan hissed as they yanked her inside their dorm, slamming the door shut. Justine looked pleased but was immediately taken back as Jordan pushed her up against the door, a hand around her neck. They weren't squeezing tightly or anything. Just as a form of intimidation. “What do you know? Did you do this to me! Is this some kind of sick joke!”

Justine quickly regained her composure, a devilish smirk stretching across her face. “Now, now, Jordan. That's not how you treat a guest. Especially one that comes bearing gifts.” She teasingly wiggles the bag of blood up near Jordan's face.

Jordan tries very hard to ignore the bag of blood, to focus on getting answers from Justine… but God they were so hungry. In the blink of an eye, Jordan lets go of Justine and grabs the blood bag from her. Too hungry to care, they bare their fangs and bite right into the bag, carelessly sucking the blood out. They moan in ecstasy as they drink from the bag, blood dripping down their chin, rolling down their neck, staining their hands and shirt. Before they know it, the bag is empty. They try to make sure they get every drop out, eventually dropping the empty bag on the floor. They step backwards, slowly till they hit the bed and sit down. They throw their head back as they breathe heavily, a relieved look on their face.

Justine also seems content with the scene that just played out before her. “Feel better now?” She asks.

“Yeah… much.” Jordan's still coming down from the bliss they felt after drinking that blood, feeling a lot better, a lot calmer even.

“Good.” Justine takes off her backpack and throws it over to Jordan, Jordan quickly looking forward and catching it. Those kinds of reflexes were usually reserved for their female form, so they were slightly surprised at how quick they caught that just now. “That should be enough to hold you for the rest of the week. If you're able to pace yourself and not drink it all at once.”

Jordan zips open the backpack and finds a bunch of blood bags inside. This entire exchange reminds Jordan of their previous anger towards Justine. “Wait. You never answered my questions. How do you know about all this? Was this your doing? Did you turn me into this… thing?”

“Vampire, Jordan. The word is Vampire. And no, I didn't turn you.” She steps closer to Jordan, reaching into the backpack and pulling out one of the blood bags. “As for how I know…”

Jordan watches as Justine's eyes go red, the same black veins appearing under her eyes and her fangs growing out from her teeth. She basically hisses at Jordan making them flinch back a bit, which they mentally shame themselves for doing. “You're- ”

“Yup.” Justine lifts the blood bag up to Jordan's face again, moving it towards their mouth.

Jordan watches as Justine teases them with the bag, and Justine revels at the sight of Jordan's true face coming forth as they stare at the blood. As if they can't help themselves (cause they really can't), Jordan opens their mouth and gladly bites into the bag. A deep moan escapes them as they're slowly fed by Justine, who continues talking.

“It happened a month ago… a little similar to you, I was at a party. I was just there, having fun, drinking, dancing, all the things you do at a college party. Then a cute guy offered to dance with me, and of course I said yes.” Justine continues to feed Jordan, making sure they take their time and drink slowly. “One thing led to another, and we're in a bedroom, and we have sex. More than once.” She added with an annoying amount of arrogance.

God, Jordan hated Justine. She was just a bitch that would do anything for attention. Jordan especially hated her after they found out what she did to Emma. Hell, they even broke her fucking jaw over it. So why the hell was she here, helping them? What did she want from them? She obviously knows more than they do. She has to know who did this to them. But for now, she was helping to satiate their hunger…. With blood. Which just so happened to be their main food source now. The idea of it grossed Jordan out, but only halfway through this second blood bag, they couldn't help but love the taste.

“Anyways, afterwards, he gets me something to drink. And yeah, it's dumb taking drinks from strangers, but I just had sex with the guys so I thought, ‘what the hell’ ‘what's the worst that can happen?’... Well I'll tell you now, the drink wasn't drugged. No, but it did have blood in it… Vampire blood.”

Justine squeezed the bag as she emphasized the word ‘Vampire’ , surprising Jordan as more blood suddenly rushed into their mouth, some slipping past their lips and running down their chin. “By the time I realized something was off it was too late... he snapped my neck." She huffs before continuing, "You see, the way us vampires are created is by dying with vampire blood in our system.” She explained matter of factly.

The sentence caused Jordan to pause, almost choking on the blood. They quickly brought their hands up to stop Justine from feeding them so they could talk. “Wait, what?” Jordan's shocked voice was rough and hoarse.

“That's right Jordie. You died.” Justine patronizingly pats Jordan's head, Jordan pushing away as they do, stunned by what they were just told.

“Wait- no, I- I can't be dead. I'm right fucking here! I still have a fucking heartbeat!” Jordan went to place a hand over their heart, looking down as they did. They panicked a bit more after noticing how much blood had soaked into their shirt.

“Hm. Well, sure. Technically we're undead, and thus, immortal… kinda. It's complicated but we get to be young forever and that's good enough for me.” Justine shrugs, speaking as if all of this isn't a big deal, which annoyed Jordan greatly.

Jordan watched as Justine daintily finished the rest of the blood bag, picking up the one on the floor and throwing both away. “You might want to have a separate trash can for blood bags. Gonna be kinda hard to explain that to your girlfriend, huh?” She poked.

Justine mentioning Marie like she had the right to, pissed Jordan off even more. “Fuck you. What the fuck do you want from me anyways?” Jordan bites out, shifting into female form as they stand up from the bed.

“Can't I help a fellow Vamp out?” she says with feigned innocence.

“Fuck no. If you actually wanted to help me, you'd tell me who the fuck turned me!” Jordan demanded.

“You're really worrying about the wrong things here, Jordan. Worry about controlling your senses, or where your next meal is coming from, or not burning up in the fucking sun. You know, Vampire stuff?” She idles around the room like she owns the place.

“Wait- now I can't go out in the sun? What the fuck am I supposed to do about that?” Jordan says, currently glad their curtains are drawn.

“Just keep wearing that ring and you'll be fine. Take it off while in sunlight and you'll literally burst into flames.” She points to the new blue stoned, silver ring that Jordan had acquired earlier. Jordan instinctively fiddles with it, glancing down and recognizing a similar piece of jewelry on Justine's finger. Same silver with a blue stone, but a different design all together.

“So you're the one that brought my stuff back?” Jordan questioned.

“No. That was someone else. Don't know who, just knew you were getting one.” She answers, simply.

Jordan really didn't like the implication that multiple people already knew about this whole vampire thing. Justine’s talking about it like it's the most normal thing in the world. “How many are there?” Jordan asks, a hint of worry in their voice.

“How many what?”

“Fucking Vampires, what else?” Jordan bites back.

“A few… Not many.” Her voice is light as she avoids eye contact, clearly hiding more information.

Jordan stares at her with an annoyed look, reiterating their question. “How many.”

Justine rolls her eyes, tired of all the questions. “Ugh, God! Three, okay? There are three of us.”

Jordan was taken back. They were really expecting a higher number, a ballpark estimate, even. “Only three?”

“Three of us. Four now, counting you.” she clarifies. “We're supes, remember? I'm sure there are plenty of normal human vampires, but we're kind of a rare breed.” She says, like it's obvious.

“So you do know who did this then!” Jordan yells.

“Well, yeah! But what does it even matter? It's not like you can reverse it. This is it, Jordan. This is your life now. The sooner you accept that, the better.” Justine lectures.

“Wait… what do you mean you can't reverse this? There has to be some way, a fucking cure or some shit-” Jordan rambles, but is cut off by Justine.

“Nope. Sorry. I already asked and that was the answer I got.” She stood there for a beat, just looking at Jordan. Was that a hint of genuine sympathy they saw in her face? “Anyways, I gotta go. Gonna be late for class.” She grabs her things, leaving the backpack with Jordan. “You're gonna want to keep those refrigerated, by the way.”

Jordan is stunned. Irreversible…? They're gonna be stuck like this. Just some bloodsucking monster. That was their life now.

“Okay bye! Careful where you eat people! Don't get caught!” Justine exclaimed as she exited the dorm, closing the door behind her.

Jordan just stood there, still covered in blood, their reality just shattered before them.

—

It has been a few hours since Justine left Jordan's dorm, and Jordan has spent most of that time sitting in their room hating their life. With all their senses heightened, the world around them just became overwhelming. They could hear the heartbeats of their neighbors, conversations being had down the hall, they could smell the blood running in people's veins, along with the rotten apple core left in the trash bin.

Justine had said the blood bags should last a week, but Jordan found themselves going through 8 within the last 2 hours. Control. That's what Jordan needed to work on. They knew it was possible. Justine seemed to be completely normal about her situation, as if every single sound in a mile radius didn't give her a constant headache.

So that's what Jordan did with the rest of their day. Trying to control their senses, drown out the noise, ignore the hunger that gnawed at them. The sooner they could get their shit together, the sooner they'd be able to go out and get some answers. Now they knew that there were only two other Vampires on campus, besides Justine and themselves. One of them had to be the one that turned them. What was Jordan gonna do once they found them? Not a clue. They'll cross that bridge when they get there. For now… control.

It was now around 4:30 pm. Jordan sat crisscross on the floor in their female form. Their hair was still a little damp from the shower they just took after getting some more blood on them, (But they were getting better at making less of a mess when they ate). But yes, there they sat with their eyes closed, meditating. Besides their senses, their emotions were also heightened. They felt everything to the max. To the point where all the emotions blended into one… hunger. So they decided to try out this thing called “actually listening to their therapist” and tried meditating. They weren't sure if they were doing it right, just kind of sitting there, breathing, and trying to clear their mind (which was a lot more difficult than it sounded).

Jordan was pulled from their trance when their phone started vibrating. Grabbing it, they saw it was Marie calling. She had been texting them periodically since she left, making sure that Jordan hasn't disappeared off the face of the earth again. Jordan noticed she only sent texts every few hours, probably trying to not be overbearing, which they did appreciate. Though, they were really missing being in the same room as her. Since they started dating, the two of them spent as much time as they could together, always within arms reach of each other. The loneliness was really getting to Jordan and they craved contact. But after what happened that morning, they needed to make sure they were in control before being near her again. As much as it hurts them, they can't risk hurting Marie.

Jordan picks up the phone, a bit excited to hear her voice. “Hello?”

“Hey! So um… how's it going? Everything alright?” Marie spoke hesitantly, clearly still worried about them.

“Yeah, I'm fine. Doing better than before.” They weren't lying. When Jordan put their mind to something, they got it done. At this point, they had basically gotten all their senses under control (For the most part). The one thing that still needed more work was their emotions, but that wasn't something new for Jordan.

“That's good! I'm glad to hear that.” Marie says, genuinely.

“Yeah…” As happy as Jordan is to be hearing Marie's voice right now, they really don't want to continue the conversation. They knew what she wanted to ask. They had promised her that they would tell her what happened to them last night, but they're still debating whether they should tell her the truth. The fact that they were killed after ingesting some vampire blood, turning into a vampire themselves. That as they stumbled their way back to campus, they had drained the blood of a nice woman that was kind enough to give a complete stranger a ride. That they weren't sure if they could control themselves around her cause they had nearly done the same to her when she visited this morning.

It was all too much. Whatever fucked up world they've been pushed into, they didn't want Marie following after them. Jordan has been learning to control themselves, but they had no idea who these other Vampires were. They could be reckless, bloodthirsty monsters that didn't care if they drank from a blood bag or the original source. No, they needed to keep her out of this until they found out everything they needed to know about the vampire community at Godolkin. But at the same time, they needed to make sure nobody would try to turn her. They couldn't let her go through what they've gone through, what they're currently going through. Jordan wouldn't let that happen. Arms length. That's where they needed to keep her.

“Jordan? Hello? Did the call cut out?” Marie's voice jolted Jordan out of their thoughts.

“I'm here- I'm still here. Sorry about that. Just kinda spaced out.” Jordan quickly spoke, trying to reassure her.

“You had me worried there for a sec.” She said in a serious tone. A tone that made Jordan feel very shitty about themselves.

“I'm sorry.” Jordan sincerely apologized.

“It's okay. I'm assuming you didn't catch my question?”

“Yeah, I did, sorry. What's up?” Jordan attempted to say, lightheartedly.

“Is it okay if I come over? I really want to talk about what happened, and… I miss you.” She spoke softly, almost shy.

It was the “I miss you” that broke Jordan's heart. They were torn. They weren't sure if they could control themselves yet, having been locked in their room without another human for hours. But they did feel better, no longer overwhelmed by their senses, and managing their hunger as best they could. Maybe… maybe it'll be fine. Cause, Jordan really missed her too.

Jordan glaced at their mini fridge where about half a dozen blood bags were being kept. They had eaten not long ago, and weren't particularly hungry at the moment. They took a deep breath before speaking. “Yeah. Okay. You can come over.”

A beat passed before Marie responded, “Cool. Great. Perfect. I'll be right over. See you soon!” Marie was surprised they said yes, her excitement slipping through at the end there.

“See you soon!” Jordan attempted to reach the same energy, but didn't quite get there, a little too nervous at the moment.

“Bye.” And with that Marie hung up.

Jordan put their phone down, switching to their male form unconsciously. They huffed as they looked around the room. Why did they have to be so messy? Jordan got up from the ground and began to organize a bit. Mostly just hiding any evidence of a potential bloodsucker living there. They made sure the empty blood bags were out of sight, and any bloodstained clothes they're yet to wash were hidden. God knows what they would do if Marie found any of that.

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A/n: So that was part three! Hope you enjoyed! I have decided to continue this story, especially since this chapter ends on a sort of cliff hanger. I'm also posting these on AO3 now, so check that out if you're interested (Same title).

The bitch: (we don't like her, but she's a good antagonist).

Ha!

-PB

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NEW X-MEN SEASON 2 EPISODE 3

EPISODE 3- CURSED WORDS (INSPIRED BY A FUN DOOM PATROL FANFIC I FOUND)

WE OPEN UP ON A RAINY DAY AT XAVIER’S. A HURRICANE HAS BLOWN THROUGH AND THE POWER IS OUT, SUSPENDING ALL CLASSES. CLARICE CAN BE FOUND IN EMMA FROST’S ROOM, MAKING A COLOSSAL MESS AS SHE TRIES TO LOOK FOR SOMETHING. JAY WALKS IN AND SAYS HE ALREADY WENT THROUGH ALL THAT STUFF. NOTHING BUT BEAUTY PRODUCTS AND CONDOMS. NO LEADS ABOUT THE HELLFIRE CLUB. CALLING HIM DAPHNE, CLARICE SAYS THAT SHE’S NOT LOOKING FOR CLUES. SHE THEN THROWS A SMALL PORCELAIN VASE OVER HER SHOULDER AND WHEN JAY CATCHES IT, IT SHATTERS IN HIS HANDS DUE TO THE DELICACY.

(EDITOR’S NOTE: THUS, THE FINAL PATHWAY TO SHANGRI-LA CLOSED FOREVER)

SANTO THEN WALKS IN, SAYING THAT THERE’S NO WAY JAY IS THE DAPHNE. HE’S A VELMA THROUGH AND THROUGH. JAY PROTESTS THAT HE’S NOT, BUT SANTO INSISTS THAT HE’S THE VELMA, SOFIA’S THE DAPHNE, AND HE’S THE FRED. JUST THEN, CESSILY ENTERS, SAYING THAT SHE WANTS TO HOLD A TEAM MEETING SO THAT SHE CAN TALK ABOUT HER NEW THEORY ABOUT THE HELLFIRE CLUB. CLARICE AND SANTO LOOK AT EACH OTHER.

SANTO: SO, REESE, ARE WE GONNA FLIP FOR SHAGGY, OR…

CLARICE: SHUT UP, SCOOBY.

CLARICE THEN ANNOUNCES THAT SHE FOUND WHAT SHE WAS LOOKING FOR AND LIFTS A SHORT STACK OF BOXES ONTO EMMA’S QUEEN-SIZE BED.

CLARICE: WHO WANTS TO GET OWNED AT MONOPOLY, BITCHES?

SOFIA ENTERS AND INSISTS AGAINST IT. NOT AFTER WHAT HAPPENED ON THANKSGIVING. SANTO TELLS HER THAT SHE’S JUST SORE THAT SHE GOT CREAMED. CESSILY BACKS UP SOFIA, SAYING THAT WHILE PLAYING BOARD GAMES ARE A GOOD IDEA, SHE’S AGAINST MONOPOLY. THE TURN-BY-TURN MECHANICS LEAVE LITTLE DECISION SPACE, THE AUCTIONING IS BASIC AT BEST AND SCRIPTED AT WORST, AND THE COUNTERPLAY FOR LOSING PLAYERS ONLY EXTENDS THE GAME WITHOUT EFFECTING THE EVENTUAL WINNER. THERE’S A DEAD SILENCE IN THE ROOM AS CESSILY ASKS IF SHE’S ALLOWED TO HAVE A HOBBY.

SOFIA: HOW ABOUT TWISTER?

EVERYONE: NO!

JAY: POKER?

SANTO: I’M GAME.

CLARICE: DUDE, I HAVE A MENTAL BLOCK AGAINST POKER.

EVENTUALLY, CESSILY NOTICES A DUSTY BOX ON THE SHELF. CLARICE PICKS IT UP AND BLOWS SOME DUST OFF TO REVEAL THE TITLE.

JAY: CURSED WORDS? DOESN’T SOUND LIKE THE WHITE QUEEN’S KINDA GAME.

SANTO: WHO FUCKING CARES? IT’S A GAME WHERE I CAN WIN BY CURSING Y’ALL OUT. I’M IN.

CESSILY AGREES, SAYING THAT SHE’S NEVER SEEN THIS ON THE BOARD GAME FORUMS, AND CLARICE HERDS THEM ALL TO THE LIVING ROOM, ANNOUNCING THAT IT’S TIME TO FUCK THEM ALL UP. AS THEY LEAVE, JAY SAYS THAT THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED IN ‘UNCANNY ANNIE’ AND THEY ALL KNOW HOW THAT TURNED OUT. HE THEN NOTICES A PIECE OF PAPER STUCK TO HIS FOOT AND THROWS IT AWAY WITHOUT READING ITS CONTENTS WHICH ARE AS FOLLOWS:

ARTIFACT #18204

BOARD GAME

REPORTED BY DANIELLE MOONSTAR

CREATOR UNKNOWN

POSSIBLE CONNECTION TO INCIDENTS IN CHATTANOOGA (1995), POUGHKEEPSIE (1996), AND SARATOGA (2002). CONFIRMED CONNECTION TO INCIDENT IN PALM SPRINGS (2007).

FURTHER STUDY DEEMED TOO DANGEROUS TO ATTEMPT. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHOULD THIS GAME EVER BE PLAYED AGAIN.

SIGNED- SCOTT SUMMERS.

CUE INTRO AND CREDITS

AS MUSIC PLAYS, THE FIVE GATHER IN THE LIVING ROOM, WHICH THEY SURROUND WITH CANDLES. SANTO IMMEDIATELY COMMENTS THAT THERE’S ONLY ONE PIECE AS HE PICKS UP A TOKEN THAT LOOKS LIKE A PAWN. CESSILY TELLS HIM THAT IT’S A COLLABORATIVE GAME. THEY EITHER ALL WIN OR THEY ALL LOSE. FRUSTRATED, CLARICE ASKS WHAT THE FUCK THE POINT IS AND CESSILY SAYS THAT SOME OF THE MOST CREATIVE AND ENGAGING BOARD GAMES ARE COLLABORATIVE. SHE UNFOLDS THE BOARD WHICH LOOKS A BIT LIKE CANDYLAND WITH A MEANDERING SERIES OF SQUARES LEADING TO ‘SUCCESS!’ ON ONE END, AND AT THE OTHER…

JAY: UM, WHAT’S ‘THE PIT’?

CESSILY: IT’S A GAME MECHANIC. THE COLLECTIVE PIECE STARTS THE GAME THE SAME NUMBER OF SQUARES AHEAD OF THE PIT AS THERE ARE PLAYER, WHICH IS FIVE SINCE JULIAN AND LAURA ARE ON AN INDOOR DATE. EACH PLAYER TAKES TURNS READING A CARD WITH A RIDDLE AND THEN WE GUESS ITS ANSWER. IF WE WIN, WE MOVE UP 1, 3, OR 5 SPACES DEPENDING ON THE RIDDLE DIFFICULTY RATING. BUT AFTER EACH OF US HAS HAD A TURN, THE PIT ADVANCES BY THE NUMBER OF PLAYERS. IF IT OVERTAKES US…

CESSILY SQUINTS AT THE INSTRUCTIONS AND SANTO ASKS IF THEY LOSE OR IF THEY HAVE TO DO SOME KIND OF BONUS HARD RIDDLE. CESSILY TELLS HIM THAT THE GAME JUST SAYS ‘DON’T LET THE PIT OVERTAKE YOU’. WHILE CLARICE COMMENTS THAT THE GAME IS NOT LIVING UP TO ITS TITLE, CESSILY SAYS THAT SHE’S NOT DONE. EVERY RIDDLE HAS A ONE-WORD CORRECT ANSWER. IF THEY GET IT WRONG, THE CORRECT ANSWER BECOMES A ‘CURSED WORD’. FOR THE REST OF THE GAME, IF ANY OF THEM SAY THAT WORD OR ANY WORD THAT RHYMES WITH IT, THE PIECE MOVES BACKWARDS A SQUARE. SOFIA THEN AGREES WITH JAY, SAYING THAT THIS DOES SOUND LIKE WHAT HAPPENED TO THOSE KIDS IN ‘UNCANNY ANNIE’, WHICH SHE SHUDDERS AT.

SANTO THEN SETS THE PIECE DOWN FIVE SPACES AWAY FROM THE PIT, BUT IT SNAPS TO THE CENTER OF THE SQUARE AS SOON AS HE LETS IT GO. CESSILY GUESSES THE BOARD MUST BE MAGNETIC, BUT IT SEEMS A BIT THIN FOR THAT. CLARICE JUST SHRUGS AND SAYS THAT SHE’S GOING FIRST BEFORE REACHING FOR THE BOX OF RIDDLE CARDS AND PULLING OUT A RED CARD. CESSILY COMMENTS THAT RED MEANS THAT IT’S A HIGH-DIFFICULTY 5-SQUARE CARD, SUGGESTING THAT SHE SHOULD START WITH A GREEN ONE-SQUARE WHILE THEY GET THE HANG OF IT, BUT CLARICE TELLS HER TO SHUT UP AND PLAY THE STUPID GAME, BEFORE TURNING OVER THE ONE-MINUTE HOURGLASS AND READING THE RIDDLE ALOUD.

A DOLLAR, A DEER AND A VAULT,

AND ALSO PERHAPS THEN A FAULT,

THAT IS PASSED AROUND,

OR KICKS YOU TO THE GROUND,

BUT THE WHITE HOUSE IS WHERE IT WILL HALT.

(EDITOR’S NOTE: PAUSE. BEFORE YOU CONTINUE TO READ THE EPISODE, FIRST, TRY TO GUESS WHAT THE RIDDLE IS. IF YOU DON’T KNOW, THAT’S OKAY, BUT AT LEAST TRY TO MAKE AN EFFORT INSTEAD OF BEING LAZY.)

CONFUSED, CESSILY ASKS CLARICE TO READ IT AGAIN, AND WHEN CLARICE GIVES HER THE CARD, CESSILY TELLS HER THAT IT’S BLANK. SANTO ASKS IF MAYBE THERE ARE ANSWER CARDS SOMEWHERE, AND CLARICE IMMEDIATELY GIVES UP. JUST AS THE LAST OF THE SAND RUNS OUT OF THE TIMER, CESSILY TELLS HER THAT THE GAME LITERALLY JUST STARTED, BUT CLARICE SAYS TO FUCK IT. THE GAME IS TERRIBLE.

SUDDENLY, A SOUND LIKE THE LOUDEST GONG IN THE WORLD GOES OFF, CAUSING EVERYONE TO DROP TO THE FLOOR, HANDS ON THEIR EARS. SANTO IMMEDIATELY ASKS WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON, AND IT HAPPENS AGAIN, ONLY SOMEHOW MUCH WORSE. SOFIA FORCES HERSELF UP TO LOOK AT THE BOARD AND BEFORE CESSILY CAN OPEN HER MOUTH, SHE SHUSHES HER, POINTING OVER TO WHERE THEIR GAME PIECE HAS SLID BACK TWO SQUARES BY ITSELF. THEN, AT THE BOTTOM RIGHT HAND CORNER OF THE BOARD, THE WORD BUCK MATERIALIZES IN DELICATE SCRIPT. THEY ALL LOOK AT IT IN CONCERN.

A FEW MINUTES LATER, JAY RETURNS FROM CYCLOPS’ STUDY, HOLDING A THICK TOME. HE SAYS THAT PROFESSOR XAVIER MANAGED TO PIECE TOGETHER THAT CURSED WORDS WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR SOMETHING THAT HE DOESN’T SAY, ONLY THAT THERE’S A LOT OF BLOOD INVOLVED. SANTO SAYS THAT THAT’S JUST FUCKING GREAT, AND JUST WHEN THEY ALL GLARE AT HIM AND BRACE THEMSELVES FOR IMPACT, NOTHING HAPPENS. SOFIA GUESSES THAT MAYBE IF YOU ADD AN -ING TO THE END, IT DOESN’T RHYME WITH THE CURSED WORD. BUT IF THEY JUST SAY-

THEY ALL IMMEDIATELY SHUSH HER, BUT SHE TELLS THEM THAT SHE WAS JUST GOING TO SAY ‘THE FOUR LETTER WORD’. SANTO ASKS WHY THEY CAN’T JUST DESTROY THE THING, AND CESSILY READS RULE 19 FROM THE RULEBOOK; ANY ATTEMPT TO DESTROY A GAME PIECE IS CONSIDERED CHEATING AND SENDS IT DIRECTLY TO THE PIT. SANTO THEN SUGGESTS NOT PLAYING, BUT CESSILY READS RULE 3; THE GAME CONTINUES UNTIL THE GAME PIECE REACHES SUCCESS OR THE PIT, MEANING THEY COULD STOP, BUT THEY’D HAVE TO SPEND THE REST OF THEIR LIVES NOT SAYING ANYTHING THAT RHYMES WITH… THE WORD.

SANTO: FU-DGE THAT! C’MON! AIN’T NO F… -ING ON THE END MAKES IT OKAY, RIGHT? RIGHT. AIN’T NO FUCKING BOARD GAME GONNA TAKE MY FUCKING F-BOMBS AWAY FROM ME! LET’S JUST ANSWER SOME RIDDLES AND SHOW THIS GAME WHO’S BOSS!

CLARICE THEN SUGGESTS MAYBE GETTING SOME OTHER STUDENTS TO HELP, BUT CESSILY TELLS HER THAT THE GAME IS LIMITED TO 7 PLAYERS. THEY THEN CIRCLE THE BOARD AND CESSILY RECOMMENDS MAYBE DECIDING TOGETHER WHAT KIND OF… BUT THEN SOFIA PICKS UP A RANDOM CARD AGAIN.

SOFIA: NOT RANDOM. AN EASY ONE. MY MOTHER USED TO SAY ‘WHEN YOU’VE HAD A SETBACK, BUILD ON SMALL SUCCESSES’.

SANTO: YEAH, YEAH, YOUR MOM IS MAHATMA GANDHI. NOW WHAT DOES IT SAY?

SOFIA FLIPS OVER THE TIMER AND READS THE RIDDLE.

AS I WAS PASSING DOWN THE STREET,

A SCARLET FLOWER DID I MEET,

ITS EIGHT PETALS WERE BONNY AND GAY,

BUT WHAT DID ITS MILKY WHITE CENTER SAY?

(NOTE: SAME AS BEFORE, TRY TO GUESS THE RIDDLE.)

CLARICE IMMEDIATELY ASKS IF IT’S A TALKING FLOWER, AND CESSILY ASSUMES IT’S PROBABLY A METAPHOR. JAY GUESSES COMPASS ROSE BUT CESSILY TELLS HIM THAT THE ANSWER NEEDS TO BE ONE WORD. CLARICE ANXIOUSLY TELLS THEM THAT THE TIME’S ALMOST UP, AND SOFIA GUESSES TULIP, ROSE, POPPY, AND GERBER DAISY BEFORE SOMEONE YELLS AT THEM TO STOP.

MONET ENTERS THE ROOM, SAYING THAT OF ALL THE GAMES, THEY HAD TO CHOOSE THIS ONE. SHE THEN ASKS IF THEY HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THEY’VE GOTTEN THEMSELVES INTO. CESSILY TELLS HER THAT THE ONLY WAY OUT IS THROUGH, BUT MONET SNAPS AT HER, SAYING THAT THIS GAME HAS NEVER BEEN BEATEN IN THE ENTIRE HISTORY IT’S BEEN PLAYED. SHE THEN TELLS THEM THAT SHE DOESN’T CARE HOW MANY CURSED WORDS THEY’VE RACKED UP SO FAR, BUT THEY NEED TO ERASE THEM AND ALL WORDS THAT RHYME WITH THEM FROM THEIR VOCABULARY AND TUCK THE GAME AWAY.

CLARICE: WE CAN’T-

MONET: YES, YOU CAN. TOUGH LUCK.

SOMEHOW, THE SOUND IS WORSE THIS TIME, AND SANTO TELLS THEM ALL THAT SOMETHING’S WRONG. THE PIECE ISN’T IN THE RIGHT SPOT. JAY THEN ASKS WHERE THE NEW CURSED WORD IS, AND CESSILY STARTS TO REMEMBER SOMETHING. WE THEN FLASHBACK TO A FEW SECONDS AGO.

PAST SOFIA: UMMM… TULIP! ROSE! POPPY! GERBER DAISY!

PAST MONET: STOP! STOP PLAYING THE-

WE THEN REWIND AND THE FLASHBACK PLAYS AGAIN IN SLOW MOTION.

PAST MONET: SSSTTOOOPPP!

AS SHE SPEAKS, CESSILY REMEMBERS SEEING THE GAME PIECE MOVE FORWARD TWO SQUARES, AND SHE SAYS THAT IT WAS ONLY A ONE-SQUARE RIDDLE AND MONET JUST TRIGGERED A CURSED WORD. THE GAME PIECE STARTS AHEAD OF THE PIT THE SAME NUMBER OF SQUARES AS PLAYERS, SO…

MONET: NO! OH GOD NO!

CLARICE: WELCOME TO THE SHITSHOW, ST. CROIX.

MONET GRABS THE RIDDLE CARD, READS IT OVER, AND THEN STATES HER DISBELIEF THAT SHE’S BEEN ROPED INTO THIS GAME BECAUSE THEY DON’T KNOW WHAT A STOP SIGN IS. JAY THEN ASKS THAT IF MONET WAS PLAYING FROM THE MOMENT SHE SAID ‘STOP’, WHY DID THEY NOT SLIDE BACK A SQUARE WHEN SHE TOLD THEM TO ‘T-U-C-K’ THE GAME AWAY?

MONET: WAIT. WHY ARE YOU SPELLING… OH NO.

JAY: RIGHT. NO MORE F-BOMBS UNTIL WE FINISH. BUT APPARENTLY ‘TUCK’ IS-

WHEN EVERYONE COMES TO, MONET ASKS THEM IF THEY ACTUALLY STARTED PLAYING THE GAME WITHOUT READING THE RULES FIRST, AND CESSILY SAYS THAT SHE DID. IF A PLAYER ANSWERS A RIDDLE CORRECTLY, THEY GET ONE FREE PASS ON A CURSED WORD, WHICH IS WHY MONET’S T-WORD WAS FINE BUT JAY’S GOT THEM CURSED AGAIN. JAY SNAPS THAT IT WOULD’VE BEEN NICE TO KNOW ABOUT 45 SECONDS AGO, AND CESSILY ARGUES THAT SHE FIGURED SHE’D GET TO IT WHEN IT CAME UP, WHICH IT DID AND SHE DID.

MONET: I’M GONNA DIE. I’M GONNA DIE AND IT WON’T BE ANTI-MUTANT RADICALS OR DOCTOR DOOM OR EVEN MY FAMILY’S WEIRD CURSED BLOODLINE THAT KILLS ME. IT’LL BE A FUCKING BOARD GAME WITH A RIDDLE ABOUT A STOP SIGN.

WITH THAT, SHE SITS DOWN AND PICKS UP A RED CARD. BEFORE JAY CAN SAY ANYTHING, MONET SAYS THAT THEY’RE TWO SQUARES IN THE HOLE AND THEY NEED TO MAKE THEM UP IF THEY’RE GONNA SURVIVE. CLARICE IS JUST ABOUT TO SAY SOMETHING, BUT MONET SAYS THAT SHE’S REACHED HER QUOTA ON STUPID QUESTIONS TODAY AND SHE’S READING THE CARD NOW.

I MOVE IN THE SHAPE OF A GRACEFUL LETTER,

AND YET I KNEEL BEFORE MY BETTER,

YOU SEE NAUGHT BUT MY GRACEFUL HEAD,

BUT IF WE TOUCH, ONE OF US IS DEAD.

(NOTE: ONCE AGAIN, TRY TO SOLVE THE RIDDLE BEFORE MOVING ON.)

SANTO IMMEDIATELY ASKS IF THAT MAKES SENSE TO LITERALLY ANYONE HERE, AND MONET TELLS HIM THAT IT’S A RIDDLE. THEY HAVE TO FIGURE IT OUT BEFORE IT MAKES SENSE. SANTO ASSUMES THE ANSWER IS A BUST OR A COIN AND CLARICE GUESSES MAYBE IT’S SOMEONE WHO KNEELS IN CHURCH, BUT MONET SAYS THAT THE ANSWER NEEDS TO BE ONE WORD. JAY SAYS THAT THEY ALL KNOW THE GAME PREFERS METAPHORS TO CONCRETE FACTS, AND ASKS IF THERE’S A METAPHORICAL WAY YOU COULD KILL SOMETHING.

MONET: I DUNNO. THROW IT OUT, LIKE GARBAGE?

CLARICE: MAYBE MAKE IT AN OUTCAST SOCIALLY?

SANTO: GOD I HATE THIS GAME.

SOFIA: GAME! SANTO, YOU’RE A GENIUS!

JUST AS THE TIMER RUNS OUT, SOFIA SAYS THAT THE ANSWER IS KNIGHT. EVERYONE WAITS AND THEN SIGHS AS THE GAME PIECE MOVES FIVE SQUARES. JAY ANNOUNCES THAT THAT WAS CLOSE, AND MONET TELLS HIM HE’S DAMN RIGHT. SHE WAS SO CLOSE TO HAVING TO BANISH ‘SHITE’ FROM HER VOCABULARY, ON TOP OF THE OTHER WORD. IF THE NEXT ANSWER IS EITHER ‘SIT’ OR ‘STICK’, SHE MIGHT AS WELL NEVER SPEAK AGAIN.

CLARICE: GOOD JOB, BABE!

SANTO: WAIT. I DON’T GET IT.

CLARICE: YOU’VE NEVER PLAYED CHESS?

SANTO: WH—YEAH I HAVE!

CLARICE: NAME ONE PIECE ON A CHESS BOARD.

SANTO: …A KNIGHT.

MONET ANNOUNCES THAT THEY’RE DOOMED, BUT JAY QUESTIONS THAT. THEY’VE ONLY GOT ONE CURSED WORD SO FAR, AND THAT WAS BEFORE THEY REALIZED WHAT KIND OF GAME IT WAS. BEFORE HE CAN SAY THAT MAYBE THEY CAN BEAT THE GAME, HOWEVER, MONET SHUSHES HIM, INSISTING THAT THEY CAN’T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT IN FRONT OF IT. SHE EXPLAINS THAT THE GAME IS ALWAYS LISTENING AND IT HATES HUBRIS. THERE’S DEFINITELY A POSSIBILITY THAT IT’LL CHANGE THE RULES TO PUNISH THEM FOR IT.

CESSILY: YOU’RE KIDDING.

MONET: NOPE. I’VE BEEN DOING SOME RESEARCH FOR MISS PRYDE’S ‘MYSTERY OBJECTS OF THE PAST’ PROJECT. APPARENTLY, THE PLAYERS IN SARATOGA ALMOST MADE IT TO THE END UNTIL ONE OF THEM DECIDED TO CALL IT… I’M QUOTING WHAT THEY SAID, NOT IMPLYING IT’S TRUE. ‘…BITCHY CANDYLAND’. AND THEN THERE WERE A THOUSAND MORE SQUARES ON THE BOARD. THEY LASTED A WEEK BEFORE THEY WERE OVERTAKEN.

SANTO: HOW THE FUCK ARE WE SUPPOSED TO STRATEGIZE IF THE RULES CAN CHANGE LIKE THAT?!

CLARICE: IDIOT, YOU JUST WASTED YOUR CURSED WORD PASS!

SANTO: THIS IS BULLSHIT. THIS GAME CAN SUCK MY NONEXISTANT DI-

WHEN THE SOUND SUBSIDES, JAY TELLS SANTO TO LOOK AT WHAT HE DID. BEFORE, THE RIDDLE CARDS HAD BEEN DIVIDED INTO AN EASY, MEDIUM, AND HARD SECTION. NOW, THERE’S ONLY A HARD SECTION. SANTO APOLOGIZES AND MONET TELLS CESSILY THAT IT’S HER TURN. AND CONSIDERING ‘PEBBLESLIDE’ JUST PISSED OFF THE GAME, IT’S GONNA BE A DOOZY. CESSILY SIGHS AND READS THE NEXT CARD.

MY FAVORITE FRIEND HAS COME TO CHAT,

POLITELY HE TAKES OFF HIS HAT,

AND SHOWS US ALL A TALENT RARE,

WITH CURIOUS SHAPES WITHIN HIS CARE,

PLACE A CROSS UPON HIS HEAD,

HE TURNS AS HARD AS WEEK-OLD BREAD,

MOVE THE CROSS THEN TO HIS FEET,

AN OBLIGATION HE WILL MEET,

REMOVE THE CROSS AND ADD A MOON,

HE’LL HACK AND WHEEZE LIKE A BABOON,

BUT ONCE WE’VE ALL HAD OUT GOOD FUN,

RETURN THE HAT WHERE IT’S BEGUN,

HE’LL PERFORM HIS NAME ERE HE DEPART,

TELL ME WHAT IT IS, DEAR HEART?

SANTO: HOOOOOOLY SHIT, THAT’S A LOT OF RIDDLE.

(EDITOR’S NOTE: YOU CAN SKIP THIS ONE. UNLESS YOU LIKE A CHALLENGE.)

THEY ALL IMMEDIATELY READ IT OVER AGAIN SILENTLY AND MONET ASKS WHAT A HAT COULD MEAN. SANTO GUESSES A BASEBALL CAP OR A COWBOY HAT, BUT SOFIA SAYS THAT IT’S TOO LITERAL. CESSILY AGREES, SAYING THAT IT COULD MEAN THE TOP OF SOMETHING OR THE HEAD OF SOMETHING, AND JAY ASKS WHAT YOU DO BEFORE YOU LEAVE SOMEPLACE.

MONET: YOU COULD… SAY GOOD-BYE, SHAKE HANDS, HUG IF YOU’RE A HUGGER…

CESSILY: NONE OF THAT MATCHES THE REST OF THE RIDDLE. OKAY, EVERYONE JUST SAY A BUNCH OF YOUR FAVORITE WORDS BECAUSE WE ARE OUT OF TIME.

AFTER A BRIEF FEW SECONDS OF EVERYONE SHOUTING ‘TITS!’ AND ‘ANTIDISESTABLISHMENTARIANISM!’, THE TIMER RUNS OUT AND THE WORD BOUGH APPEARS ON THE BOARD. JAY SAYS THAT IT MAKES NO SENSE, AND JUST WHEN CLARICE ASKS HOW, EVERYONE IS WRITHING ON THE FLOOR AGAIN. SOFIA REPRIMANDS HER GIRLFRIEND WHO PROTESTS THAT SHE THOUGHT IT RHYMED WITH ‘GO’. SANTO THEN ASKS IF THEY’RE JUST TOO DUMB FOR THIS GAME.

MONET ASKS THEM IF THEY COULD FOLLOW HER TO THE WINDOW BEFORE PULLING OUT AN EXPO MARKER. SHE THEN WRITES DOWN ‘I THINK GAME LISTENS, BUT DOESN’T SEE. WANT TO TEST. COULD BE HELPFUL IF RIGHT, BUT I MIGHT BE WRONG, OK?’ THE OTHERS NOD AND THEN BRACE THEMSELVES AS MONET WRITES DOWN THE WORD ‘FUCK’. NOTHING HAPPENS.

SOFIA: OH THANK GRANDE! UH… THAT YOU BROUGHT SOMETHING TO WRITE WITH, MONET. I’M TERRIBLE AT REMEMBERING DETAILS.

WHAT IS SAID

MONET: JAY, YOU’RE UP NEXT. I KNOW THEY’RE ALL HARD CARDS RIGHT N—PRESENTLY, BUT SINCE YOU’LL BE THE FIRST ONE READING THE CARD, YOU’LL HAVE A HEAD START ON ALL OF US IN GETTING THE ANSWER. HOW GOOD ARE YOU AT RIDDLES?

JAY: KINDA BAD. THIS IS A REALLY WONDERFUL GAME THAT I LIKE PLAYING A LOT, BUT I’M NO GOOD AT IT.

SOFIA: MAYBE WE COULD READ ALL THE BOOKS IN THE LIBRARY BEFORE WE CONTINUE. IF WE GENERALLY KNOW, WE CAN ANSWER BETTER.

CESS: MAYBE WE COULD ALL TELL THE GAME HO-- THAT IT’S A GREAT GAME. IT MIGHT GO EASY ON US, NOT THAT WE DESERVE IT. IT’S WORKED SO HARD TO GIVE US A COMPLETE GAMING EXPERIENCE.

MONET: OH FOR F—SANTO, GIMME THE MARKER.

SANTO: HEY, FU---NK YOU. I HAVE SHIT TO CONTRIBUTE.

MONET: AND I WANT TO HEAR IT. WHAT IDEAS DO YOU HAVE?

SANTO: FFFFFINE. WE COULD… TRY TO MAKE FRIENDS WITH THE BOARD. WE COULD… TRY TO TEACH IT TO BE GOOD AND KIND AND NOT THROW US IN A PIT. WE COULD… TRY TO CONVERT IT TO MORMONISM, OR ISLAM, OR ANY OTHER RELIGION THAT DOESN’T THROW PEOPLE IN PITS. HEY, YOU WONDER WHY IT’S CALLED ‘THE PIT’? DO YOU THINK IT’S LIKE HELL OR SOMETHING? OR DO YOU THINK IT’S LIKE THE BOARD GAME VERSION OF HELL WHERE THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN IS GETTING COFFEE SPILLED ON YOU. BUT I’M BABBLING NOW, MAYBE SOMEBODY ELSE SHOULD SAY SOMETHING, Y’KNOW? TAKE SOME OF THE PRESSURE OFF ME.

JAY: I HAVE AN IDEA.

WHAT IS WRITTEN

MONET: WE ARE TOO DUMB FOR THIS GAME. AGREED?

EVERYONE NODS.

SOFIA: ANY IDEAS TO STOP PLAYING? JAY, SAY SOMETHING FLATTERING. MIGHT GET EASY RIDDLE.

CESS: RULES SAY GAME CAN’T BE DESTROYED. MAYBE USE POWERS?

MONET: NOT SURE.

CLARICE: GREAT. ANYONE ELSE HAVE AN IDEA?

SANTO: *STARTS DRAWING A PENIS ON THE WINDOW*

MONET YANKS THE MARKER AWAY FROM SANTO.

MONET: SANTO, YOU TALK. LEAVE WRITING TO US. JUST DON’T SAY A CURSED WORD, OK?

SANTO LOOKS AT HER LIKE HE’S ABOUT TO SAY SOMETHING, BUT GRUDGINGLY RELEGATES HIMSELF TO TALK DUTY.

CESS: WHAT IS WE TRICK IT?

MONET: WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

CESS: MAKE IT THINK WE BROKE A RULE WHEN WE DIDN’T. GAME CURSES US WHEN IT SHOULDN’T. THAT MEANS GAME IS CHEATING.

SOFIA: HOW CAN WE DO THAT?

CLARICE: DON’T LOOK AT ME.

JAY STRAIGHTENS AND WRITES SOMETHING IN HUGE LETTERS ON THE WINDOW. EVERYONE ELSE NODS ENTHUSIASTICALLY.

FOUR HOURS LATER, THEY ALL SIT INSIDE THE LIBRARY. THEY’VE SPENT THE LAST HOUR ARRANGING THE BOOKS INSIDE INTO EASY-TO-NAVIGATE SECTIONS, AND EVERY BOOK ON RIDDLES IS WITHIN READING DISTANCE. JAY DRAWS THE NEXT CARD AND STARTS TO READ.

I CAN GO NEAR, I CAN GO FAR,

YET CANNOT MOVE – I’M QUITE BIZARRE,

A THOUSAND NAMES DO GRACE EACH HAIR,

WHICH SPLIT TO ROOTS, BUT DO NOT TEAR,

I FEAR THE ICE, BUT NOT THE FLAME,

THUS ENDS MY POEM: SAY MY NAME.

(NOTE: THINK YOU CAN GUESS THE FINAL RIDDLE? TAKE A MOMENT TO THINK AND THEN READ ON TO SEE IF YOU WERE RIGHT.)

CESSILY THEN ASKS WHAT GOES SOMEWHERE BUT DOESN’T MOVE AND CLARICE GUESSES A STAMP. MONET SEES THAT THE GAME PIECE DOESN’T MOVE AND SAYS THAT SHE THINKS IT’S SOMETHING SIMILAR. SOFIA ASSUMES MAYBE IT COULD BE SOMETHING THAT DIVIDES, AND SANTO SAYS THAT GOING BUT NOT MOVING REMINDS HIM OF RACING. HE ASSUMES MAYBE THE ANSWER IS IN A BOOK ABOUT CARS.

MONET TRIES TO FIND A SIMILAR RIDDLE AND REACHES FOR A NEARBY BOOK BEFORE PAUSING. SHE TELLS JAY THAT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO GO TO THIS PLACE AND IT’S STARTING TO GIVE HER AN ANSWER. SHE THEN PULLS OUT A BOOK NEXT TO THE RIDDLES SECTION, THE STREET.

MONET: THE ANSWER IS A ROAD, OR A STREET.

NOBODY MOVES AND THEN THE GAME PIECE ADVANCES FIVE SPACES. MONET SAYS THAT SHE KNOWS IT MIGHT BE WASTEFUL, BUT SHE’D LIKE TO TAKE THIS OPPORTUNITY TO SAY FUCK. YES. WHEN NOTHING HAPPENS, SANTO PUNCHES THE AIR AND ANNOUNCES THAT THEY BEAT THE GAME. THE GAME BOX STARTS TO VIBRATE, BUT SANTO GLARES AT IT.

SANTO: OH NO, MONOPOLY FROM HELL, YOU DON’T GET TO PULL THAT BULLSHIT AGAIN. THIS GAME IS OVER, BECAUSE WE CAUGHT YOU BREAKING THE RULES. RIGHT, CESS?

CESSILY: “RULE 7: CHEATING IMMEDIATELY PLACES THE GUILTY PARTY INTO THE PIT.” CHEATING INCLUDES ANYTHING AGAINST THE RULES, WHICH YOU, CURSED WORDS, DID NOT FOLLOW WHEN MONET SAID A CURSED WORD AND NOBODY GOT PUNISHED.

SOFIA: I’M SURE YOU MUST BE VERY CONFUSED AT THE MOMENT. WHICH IS WHY I’D LIKE TO INTRODUCE YOU TO OUR SEVENTH PLAYER WHOSE TIMELY BOOK PROVIDED THE ANSWER TO OUR LAST RIDDLE. COME ON OUT, LAURA!

WITH THAT, THE LIBRARY FADES, REVEALING THEIR ACTUAL LOCATION; THE DANGER ROOM. IN THE CONTROL BOOTH, X-23 GIVES THEM A THUMBS UP.

SANTO: *MOCKINGLY* “OH NO, I NEED A BOOK ABOUT CAR RACING, HEY LET’S LOOK AT SOME LAST NAMES.” LAURA, I KNOW YOU SAID YOU WERE CRAP AT RIDDLES BUT YOU TAKE HINTS LIKE A CHAMP!

THE RULE BOOK FLIES OUT OF THE BOX AND OPENS TO THE LAST PAGE, WHICH SOFIA READS ALOUD. “RULE 57: PLAYERS MUST SAY THE ANSWERS TO THEIR RIDDLES ALOUD UNLESS THEY CANNOT DO SO, IN WHICH CASE, THEY MUST COMMUNICATE THE ANSWER TO ANOTHER PLAYER WHO CAN SAY THE ANSWER ALOUD AFTER IDENTIFYING THE PLAYER WHO PROVIDED IT.” WITH THAT, MONET REVEALS A TELEPATHIC PROJECTION OF A FEW MINUTES AGO WHEN SHE SAID SHE FELT LIKE THE PLACE WAS GIVING HER AN ANSWER.

CESSILY: FACT 1: YOU NEGLECTED TO SAY WHERE THE PLAYER COULD BE WHEN THEY COULDN’T TALK. FACT 2: LAURA CONVEYED HER ANSWERS THROUGH THE DANGER ROOM. FACT 3: MONET IDENTIFIED THE ANSWER AS COMING FROM THIS PLACE, AKA THE DANGER ROOM. WE FOLLOWED THE RULES, YOU DID NOT.

CLARICE: EAT THE PIT, WANNABE JUMANJI!

JAY: WAIT, I THOUGHT WE HAD COMPARED IT TO UNCANNY ANNIE.

CLARICE: YEAH, THAT TOO.

SUDDENLY, THE GAME BOARD STARTS CURLING AT THE CORNERS AS THOUGH AN INVISIBLE STRAW IS SUCKING IT DOWN. IT ULTIMATELY COLLAPSES ON ITSELF, GOING DOWN UNTIL IT IS NO MORE. CLARICE PUTS AN ARM AROUND SOFIA AND SAYS THAT SHE HAS A FEELING THAT NOW, THE GAME ISN’T THE ONLY THING THAT’S GOING TO BE GOING DOWN ON SOMETHING TONIGHT. CESSILY STICKS OUT HER TONGUE AT THE INNUENDO AND THEN THANKS LAURA FOR HELPING. JAY THEN STARTS TO SAY ‘NOW’ AND WINCES BEFORE REMEMBERING THAT -OW WORDS AREN’T CURSED ANYMORE.

JAY: NOW, I DUNNO ABOUT YOU, BUT I WOULD VERY MUCH LIKE TO GET DRUNK AND WATCH HORROR MOVIES.

SOFIA: DITTO! I MIGHT HAVE ONE IN MIND…

CLARICE FACEPALMS AND SAYS THAT AFTERWARDS, THEY’RE WATCHING FUNHOUSE. AS THEY ALL WALK OUT OF THE DANGER ROOM, MONET THEN ANNOUNCES THAT SHE DOESN’T WANT TO PLAY GAMES WITH THEM ANYMORE.

[burningtacozombie]

“I’ll never see my mom and dad again, and I loathe him, I detest him completely that he robbed me of those years with them, that they both died not knowing what had happened to me! [...]

that’s fucking awful, I hate that for her. her parents died never finding out she was still alive and she never got to see them again :(

Guero pushed himself up, his eyes rounding as he looked down at her. “For real, that motherfucker wants us in on trafficking kids?”

after everything we’ve just heard, I can’t say I’m surprised. but no one in the club would even so much as think about doing it so it’s not just our babe who has a personal reason to take him out, now the entire MC has an “official” reason. Rocco be out there messing with the wrong club. good for them.

He took a few puffs, handing it back, holding in a cough until the tickle passed. “I do, but not often. It has too much of an effect on me, and I can never get the balance right.”

“The balance between what?”

“Between a nice buzz and ragingly horny.”  

“Ahh.” She nodded, looking entertained, the stoned giggled welling up within her. “I somehow don’t think you need any extra boosting in that department.”

He moved her hair, kissing the side of her neck. “A hundred percent correct, mamacita. And since I guess you’re probably drunker now than you were earlier, I’m not risking that balance any further, [...]

aww I’m never getting tired of adoring how considerate he is <3 around the club guys he’s got that big mouth and is all tough but bet he enjoys being sweet and thoughtful away from them. also, can you imagine just how incredible his lips would feel on your neck... 

Tyrone continuing, “You better sort yo’ damned mess, fuckboy! Because I am one pretty smile away from makin’ that fine assed lil’ honey mine, you hear?”

at this point this dude makes me sick. I hate fuckers who talk about women that way, like.. shut the fuck up, you ain’t making anyone “yours”. she’s not property, not anymore anyway, she decides who she fucks and when, not you. calls Guero a fuckboy but talks like that, about someone who’s sitting RIGHT THERE no less. they might be laughing but I’m not, I kinda wanna kick his teeth in. yes, I have strong opinions about dudes like that.

[...] He’ll be looking for me, and if he finds any record of a twenty-nine-year-old woman named Emma Louise Taylor anywhere, he’ll come for me.”

Her muscles stiffened at just the thought, Guero turning to wrap both arms around her, feeling her relax into his embrace after a few moments. “We’ll work something out.”

two words, baby girl. new identity. pretty sure the club can help you out with that. I wanna fall asleep in his arms too...

Her safe person, the kind of man she’d dreamed would one day save her from her fate, and there he was... snoring like a brontosaurus.

[...]

“I wasn’t snoring,” he began stretching, the other eye opening eventually. “I was doing mindful breathing.”

Immediately, she cracked up, leaning to place a kiss against his stubbly jaw. “There’s nothing mindful about those sawn logs.”

She had a point, he guessed, Guero turning onto his side and wrapping his arms around her. “Yeah, but I’m cute. I get away with it, don’t I?”

yes babe, you’re cute. yes I love you. even if you sound like a demon and a brontosaurus had a lovechild when you sleep :D :D 

Leaning close, he kissed the side of her head, his lips soft against her ear. “They aren’t who you are, and you’re not any less beautiful. They’re only the map of the journey that finally led you to me.”

LITERAL HEART EYES!!! babe, you say you don’t know what to say a lot and yet you’re pretty good at saying the perfect thing <3 

Lost & Found - Chapter Nine.

So then, my beautiful, wonderful audience. Those who are not new around these parts know that sometimes, treats are given in the form of a double update day with my stories, and guess what? Today is one of those days! I know you've all been waiting patiently for the sexual side of Emma and Guero's blossoming relationship to finally flower, so I thought I'd share it today in the next chapter! Has that made you smile? I hope it has! :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

Words - 3,434

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, Minors DNI. Recounts of kidnap, child trafficking, physical/verbal/sexual abuse.

The more she revealed, it seemed, the more comfortable she became with sharing memories of her nineteen years held prisoner. Guero lay there and let her recount it all, being exactly what she needed, somebody to simply listen.  

“Marie taught me how to shoot.” He had wondered at how well she seemed to handle the Beretta she’d pointed at his head, her handling of the firearm steely and confident. “There were guns kept all over the house, so there’d always be one within easy reach, just in case. With whom Rocco was, he was a target, or rather his family were. He routinely pissed off other mob families, so of course anyone he cared for became a target, a weak point.  

“She wanted me to be able to protect myself from such a threat, but mostly, if Rocco himself ever became so unhinged that I felt my life was in danger. “Shoot him dead, and we’ll figure it out somehow afterward”, is what she used to tell me. How we would have figured that out beyond running for our lives, I don’t know. His guys would have hunted us down.” 

She paused for a moment, tears beginning to swim within her eyes. “I hate myself, for leaving her. Joey, Alessia and Mikey, too. I loved them so much, they were like my siblings for Christ’s sake! It’s a guilt that’ll never leave me, that I ran and they’re all still stuck there! She became my mother, and I abandoned her!” 

“Hey, no,” he began, touching his fingers under her chin, gently lifting her head. “You don’t have to feel guilty about a thing. I get that you miss her, she made the hell he put you through bearable where she could, but Marie chose that life, Emma. Nobody forced her. 

“She knew who she was marrying, and I’m not saying that in the end she had an easy choice to get away from him, ‘cuz I can see from what you told me he’d have killed her for it, but you found a way out. You took your chance, and you got free. If she loves you as much as it seems she does, then she’ll be fucking happy as hell the girl she counted as one of her own got free of him.” 

She absorbed his words, realising that no matter how unpleasant it felt, what he’d said was the plain, simple truth. If she didn’t assume her to be dead via Rocco’s hand, Marie would be quietly rejoicing her escape. “Is it wrong that I feel more of a maternal bond with her than I do my actual mom? I feel guilty for that, too. When I hear the word mom, I think of Marie, not Cassie.”  

He shifted slightly beneath her, Emma moving a little as he turned onto his side, resting his head on his arm. “It might sound cold, but it’s fact. Marie was in your life longer than your birth mom. I kinda guess it’s only natural you’d think that. Doesn’t mean you love Cassie any less, or that you can’t reconnect with her now you’re free.”  

“But, but,” she began, her throat swelling on a rising lump, “that’s the thing, there is no Cassie. When I was twenty-five, we sat and looked on the internet, I begged her to look up my family. I just wanted to know if they were okay. Mom died back in two thousand and thirteen from breast cancer. My dad, he passed away six years ago, motorbike accident. All I have left is Dylan, who is still in Spokane. My grandparents, too, unless anything happened in the interim. 

“I’ll never see my mom and dad again, and I loathe him, I detest him completely that he robbed me of those years with them, that they both died not knowing what had happened to me! As if me being taken wasn’t bad enough. It left Dylan all alone, no immediate family, and it’s all because of him!” 

She fell apart at that point, naturally so, sobbing against his chest as Guero held her. Again, he had no idea what to say to that, knowing it would take a man greater with words than he was to offer verbal comfort. Instead, he was just there, not knowing that truly that was all she needed from him, just someone to be there. It wasn’t about words. Listening was enough, as he continued to do, Emma sharing more with him about her life within the gilded cage prison that was the Lombardi mansion.  

“He used to virtually pimp me out to his friends too at parties.” Once again, Guero felt his anger flare like a firecracker, grinding his teeth as his jaw tightened. “I always wanted to enjoy sex, but none of them ever made it feel good for me, all too consumed by their own pleasure to give a damn about mine. As long as they got to lie between the legs of a pretty, young blonde, that was good enough. 

“There was only one of them who was different. His underboss, Vincent Calabrese never laid a hand on me. I was offered to him, and for appearances in front of Rocco and the others he always accepted, but once we got into the bedroom, he just sat down beside me on the bed and we talked. He said he wasn’t in the habit of defiling little girls, but even when I was over the age of consent, he still wouldn’t.  

“He staunchly disagreed with what was being done, the child trafficking. ‘It’s an affront to god, snatching children from their families’ is what he always used to say. He always opposed it, and Rocco knew that, but ultimately went along with what was being done for the sake of a quiet life, and I guess not ending up with a bullet between his eyes either. This leads me to something that you guys should all know, EZ especially. 

“You’re running heroin for him now, but all that will change if Rocco has his way, and believe me, he will. You guys are in his pocket now, which means in his mind, he owns you. You’re all to do with as he pleases, and what he pleases is to start bringing children across the border. Undocumented migrants are much easier to move, and get away with moving, too. I overheard him talking about it, it was always a two birds with one stone deal for him. He’d get you used to the money first, and then tell you that your consignment would begin to include kids as well.” 

Guero pushed himself up, his eyes rounding as he looked down at her. “For real, that motherfucker wants us in on trafficking kids?” 

His horror at the very suggestion was telling over the person he was. Although still a criminal, he was a man with the kind of morals that had been few and far between in the world she had escaped from. “Eventually, yeah.” 

“And if we refuse?” He didn’t need to ask, really. He could guess. 

She made a gun motion against the side of her head, couple with a soft exclamation of ‘pow’. “He’d wipe you all out and move onto the next nearest charter, using your eradication as an example of what happens when people push back against him.” 

The weight of the mafia. That was a war they definitely wouldn’t win, and he knew that for sure. Rocco Lombardi could crush them all, very easily, too. “I have to take that to EZ. Not now, of course, but at some point over the weekend, call a templo. Will you be okay to come and tell us what you know?” 

She smiled, reaching to stroke his hair. “Of course, I will.” 

They remained quiet for a time after, Emma needing the silence. Her legs remained in tangle with his as she reached for the tequila bottle, taking a long glug, the alcohol burning her throat. She felt a little drunk and numb, which was what she had needed in order to sit there and offload it all to another person. “There’s more I could tell you about my life, but right now, I feel drained. Like I need air, too. Can you give me a minute?” 

“Yeah, take as long as you need.” He reached to stroke her face, Emma turning her head and kissing his palm, getting up and letting herself out of the front of the house. The cool air hit her, soothing to her frayed nerves, the residual effects of her revelation hanging onto her, though.  

“Hey, boo.” Of course, Tyrone would notice her out there, always keeping the watch. She walked over to his window, her shoulders heavy, watching him emerge from behind the swathe of curtain fabric. “Damn, you look all sad and shit. Fuckboy bin’ actin’ up?” 

She shook her head. “No, no he’s great. Listen, I know you deal, so I figure I’m in the right place. Can you sell me a joint? That’s all I want, just one.” 

He looked entertained at the naivety of her question, that it was the norm for dealers to exchange such a small amount. Tyrone, for all of this mouth and uncouthness was kind, though. “I ain’t selling you shit, white girl. This is on me, hold on.”  

She smiled. “Thank you, you’re great.” 

He beamed, reaching to grab his rolling tray, locating one of his pre-rolled joints. “Ain’t I, though? I know fuckboy rarely smokes it, so just remember I gotchu if you ever need a lil’ hit.” The truth was, neither did she. She’d occasionally partook of it back in her old life, secretly taking from Rocco’s personal stash which he smoked to ease his chronic migraines. It helped her feel more relaxed in the utter brutal chaos of her life. It smelled and tasted awful, but she enjoyed the calming buzz.  

Tyrone passed a joint and a lighter through the window. “Enjoy, boo.” She smiled, leaning in and kissing his cheek. “Aw, lawdy! I gotta kiss from a pretty girl, hell yeah!”  

She laughed softly, shaking her head and lighting up, moving to sit on the front step of Guero’s side of the house, taking a long drag. God, that was some nice weed. She coughed a few times, the usual, barky rasp associated with smoking weed, her throat tickling.  

“Yo!” She turned to see a large arm thrust through the window, a can of soda proffered forth. “If you don’t like mango then I can’t help you. Oh, hold up. I might have a Fanta somewhere.”  

Walking back over, she took the can. “Thanks, Tyrone. You keep your Fanta, mango and I are good.” She moved back to the step, opening the soda and sipping it, the tickle clearing nicely before she took another little puff, looking out across the street into the darkness. The only sounds audible were that of the game Tyrone was playing, and the chirp of cicadas. It was somewhat relaxing in ambience.  

The weed had an instant calming effect upon her, all of the brutality that would endlessly echo through her memories placated and pushed back again, back behind the fortress walls in her mind. She’d had to keep it there for years to have even had a chance of remaining sane through her ordeal. God, she couldn’t believe that she’d actually escaped it, found somebody who she could trust, someone who for all intents and purposes was slowly becoming all hers, too.  

“As if you’re out here getting high on my front step. Not even I do that.” Turning, she saw Guero emerge from the house, moving to sit behind her, his legs flanking her body as he stretched.  

“Well, that’s because you don’t smoke weed,” she chirped, watching him frown before plucking the joint from her.  

He took a few puffs, handing it back, holding in a cough until the tickle passed. “I do, but not often. It has too much of an effect on me, and I can never get the balance right.” 

“The balance between what?” 

“Between a nice buzz and ragingly horny.”  

“Ahh.” She nodded, looking entertained, the stoned giggled welling up within her. “I somehow don’t think you need any extra boosting in that department.” 

He moved her hair, kissing the side of her neck. “A hundred percent correct, mamacita. And since I guess you’re probably drunker now than you were earlier, I’m not risking that balance any further, so you finish it. Kinda figure you need the sedation after everything you told me.”  

“Oh, you’re not wrong there,” she spoke, eyes widening a little as she leaned back against him. “Even if I was sober, sharing all of that has kinda dampened my desire.”  

He snorted softly, arms tightening around her. “Understandable. S’okay, I can wait.” 

“Can you?” she giggled, the sound joining the noise of the cicadas. 

“Mm.” he hummed, kissing her neck again. “Just.”  

Just then, the curtains next door began moving, Tyrone’s boom sounding. “Goddamnit, will you two go back in that house and bust some furniture already? Shit!” They both snort laughed, Guero resting his forehead to her shoulder, Tyrone continuing. “You better sort yo’ damned mess, fuckboy! Because I am one pretty smile away from makin’ that fine assed lil’ honey mine, you hear?”  

“Yeah, I hear,” he called through his laughter, “and I see, too. Plying her with weed and soda.” 

“I know what the ladies like! If she’s still out here in a half hour, she gets the first slice of my pizza, too!” 

“Exactly, you gotta give me a head start against your half ton of raw charm, dog,” he chuckled, Tyrone emerging further from the curtains.  

“Hey, I might be a big fella, but I’m no fuckin’ half ton! I’m thick and juicy, drives the chicks wild!” 

“Tyrone, you ain’t thick, my man. Your ass is so fat, if I swerved my bike to miss you, I’d run outta gas.” There was a pause, a squawking laugh emanating from the window, Emma thinking it hilarious a man with such a low, rumbling voice had a laugh so high in pitch. All banter with their hilarious neighbour aside, they remained outside until she had finished the joint, heading back in and returning to bed.  

“Do you feel better for telling me everything?” 

Resting her head against his chest, she nodded, her nails tracing the outline of one of the spiderweb tattoos that spread out across each of his shoulders. “I do, you know. Whether the nightmares will stop because of it, I don’t know. I think I might need further help to recover from it all. Kinda scared about registering with a doctor, though, putting my name back out there. He’ll be looking for me, and if he finds any record of a twenty-nine-year-old woman named Emma Louise Taylor anywhere, he’ll come for me.” 

Her muscles stiffened at just the thought, Guero turning to wrap both arms around her, feeling her relax into his embrace after a few moments. “We’ll work something out.” She fell asleep in his arms, those early morning hours passing dreamlessly, neither waking until 10am the following morning.  

Rising from her place curled against him, Emma rubbed her eyes, looking down at the chiselled tattoo canvas that had been her pillow. Her safe person, the kind of man she’d dreamed would one day save her from her fate, and there he was... snoring like a brontosaurus. She couldn’t help but giggle softly, thinking that was a part perhaps not strictly included in the romanticism of her fantasies.  

He cracked an eye open, his grin widening. “What are you laughing at?” 

“Isn’t it obvious? The noise! You snore like something hell spat up for being too loud.” 

“I wasn’t snoring,” he began stretching, the other eye opening eventually. “I was doing mindful breathing.” 

Immediately, she cracked up, leaning to place a kiss against his stubbly jaw. “There’s nothing mindful about those sawn logs.” 

She had a point, he guessed, Guero turning onto his side and wrapping his arms around her. “Yeah, but I’m cute. I get away with it, don’t I?” 

“Yeah,” she agreed, turning her head back to kiss him, “you do have that going for you.” 

“And a whole lot more.”  

Biting the corner of her lip, she shifted against him, a little wiggle that stirred him exactly where she intended him to be stirred. “Feel like showing me?”  

“Mm.” His arms tightened around her, kisses scattered against the side of her neck. “I need coffee and a shower, then trust me, I’ll spend all morning showing you.” 

Now that was a statement definitely on a par with her fantasies. He left the bed first, taking a shower, calling to her that he’d left in on for her as he made his way through to the kitchen. It was while she was under the warm water looking down at herself that a stab of panic prickled against her guts.  

He’d see her naked. All of her. 

While she had body confidence in her shape, the littering of scars that marked her sides and lower back made her feel ugly. Some had faded to white, but there were still a few dark pink markings that remained. All were raised scar tissue, triangular shapes of knife points pressed into her skin, the burning brand of a hot blade searing Rocco’s displeasure branded onto her skin forever.  

As she dried off, her eyes found them again, wondering if they’d really be all too noticeable if the blinds remained drawn in the bedroom.  

“Of course, they will," she muttered, beginning to sniff. All she wanted was to move on from it all, enjoy the basic human right of a consensual sexual relationship with another adult, someone of her actual choosing, yet the literal scars of the past held her back.  

A soft tap sounded upon the partly open door. “Em, you want a coffee?” 

Em. No one had ever called her that before. She liked it. “No, thank you.” 

“You alright.” 

“Yeah.”  

Her pinched voice alluded to the contrary. “No, you’re not. Can I come in?”  

“Yeah.” Tightening the large, white bath towel around herself again, she wiped her eyes on the back of her hand, trying to compose her upset.  

“So, people who are alright stand here crying, huh?” Him and his smart mouth. He was right in his light sarcasm, though. “What’s wrong, baby?” 

Baby. He'd called her that back when he’d first found her. How different the intent behind the word was now. “The scars I have,” she began, gulping, hoping she could swallow down the lump she had painfully swelling in her throat. “You’ll see them, and they’re hideous. They make me ugly. You’ll think they look ugly.” 

He frowned, lifting her chin with a gentle touch of his fingers as he began shaking his head. “I’ve never liked people making my mind up for me. That includes you, mamas.” His hands pressed softly on her shoulders, resting his forehead against hers. “I’ve got no problem with whatever scars you have, and I’m not gonna think you’re ugly because of ‘em. Only thing that is, is that low opinion you have of yourself. If you want, leave a t shirt on. I don’t mind. I’d prefer you naked, but whatever makes you comfortable, I’m good with.” 

She could fetch a t shirt, or she could just be brave and let him see her. All of her. She’d bared her soul to him already, after all. Indecision made her heart quicken, the soft stroke of his fingertips at her upper arms soothing as she reached for the towel and untucked it, letting it fall. Fighting the urge to cover herself with her arms, she looked anywhere but him as he took in her nudity, her body tensing when he moved his hands to stroke the scars she detested so much with careful attention.  

Leaning close, he kissed the side of her head, his lips soft against her ear. “They aren’t who you are, and you’re not any less beautiful. They’re only the map of the journey that finally led you to me.”  

Her throat tightened with emotion, his words so beautiful, she wanted to cry. The desire in his eyes as she finally looked at him dictated it might be poorly timed, though. This was not a time for lament and sadness. No. This was the time to plant her lips upon his and let him carry her to the bedroom.  

[dr4kenlvr]

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕. 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 + 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 <𝟑

feat. mikey sano, draken, baji keisuke, chifuyu matsuno, mitsuya takashi x gn!reader - fluff (1.1k+)

nana's note/cw: i just think having your first kiss with draken would be like getting a glimpse of heaven but idk that's just my opinion—cw: plot-based manga spoilers in chifuyu's, mentions of eating in baji's! enjoy my loves hehehe <3

part 2 here!! ^^

credit for the prompts to op with this post! (except for mikey's! i made that one hehe) edit: seems the post got deleted? however prompts still belong to that blog!

MIKEY + "well if you keep doing that, i don't need anymore sweets."

mikey grumbles at the empty fridge cabinet, which he designated to store all his treats. chowing down the final bite of his last taiyaki, mikey turns to you with a pout. "i thought i told emma to get me some more the other day," he says with an adorably angry expression. you giggle at his fuss, stepping forward to wipe a crumb off the corner of his mouth. he looked so cute like this; messy hair, oversized pajamas, and soft pink lips just begging you for attention. mikey lets you touch him as you please, smiling at you playfully as he leans his back against the counter. you rest a palm on his cheek, and he nuzzles himself into your hand. then, you throw all doubt out the window to lean in slowly, and kiss him—a kiss so hesistant, careful and soft, that mikey needs to guide his hand up your neck to push you further onto him. as you indulge yourself in mikey's lips, you decide he tastes like strawberry cream and smile to yourself pleasantly. when you two release for air, mikey whispers against your lips: "well if you keep doing that, i don't need anymore sweets."

DRAKEN + "do that again."

the cushion of your couch sinks under the weight of your boyfriend's body. draken lays on his back, with his head resting on your lap, eyes shutting immediately. he had a long day at the shop, and you were determined to give him a relaxful night ahead. undoing his braid, you ran your fingers through his blonde locks tenderly, earning you a blissful groan from the man below you. his hand slowly reaches back and grips your thigh with a grateful squeeze, before sliding down to rest on your knee. your entire body flushes, you never ceased to react from his touches. continuing your ministration on his head, you carry your wispy touches to his face; running your fingers gently over his forehead, cheeks, nose and lips. draken doesn't make a single noise or move at all—not even when he feels you lean down over him, and your lips hovering above his own. you kiss him, and feel his body’s slight tense of shock, before he melts against you like putty in your arms. despite it being the first time, you two move in perfect unison. you pull back for air, but it's not long before draken grabs you by the sides of your face, and tells you to "do that again."—and how could you say no?

BAJI + "you're the best first kiss i've ever had.. not that i have much to compare to."

"oh man, that smells fucking good!" baji cheers, mixing up the yakisoba noodles in the two bowls for you and him. you hum in agreement, feeling your stomach growl at the thought of devouring it all. "you always make packaged food look so delicious, kei’." you tease, giggling at his half-assed glare. his jutted pout looked so adorable, you couldn't help but hug him from behind and squeeze his torso lightly, much to his (also, half-assed) protests. as your boyfriend continues his preparations, you admire just how handsome he was. the sun's afternoon glow through the open window kissed him gracefully, allowing you to stare at the sharp contours and highlights of his face. he had his hair tied up just the way you liked it, and you felt the strings at your heart pull when he looked down at you. "what's u—?" he starts, but you push up on your feet to meet your lips with his', and—although quick—it was perfect. internally, it felt like you had finally untied the strings that made your heart ache so dearly around him. you couldn't help but feel a little nervous at his shocked expression, before it softens into a lovesick grin. "you're the best first kiss i've ever had.. not that i have much to compare to." he says, chuckling at his words but reconfirming them when he leans down for another peck. and another.

CHIFUYU + "...oh god, can we try that again?"

the doorbell rang, signalling that chifuyu's huge order had finally arrived to his front step: 25 boxes of the gang's 'thousand winters' tees. you, who had nothing else to do this afternoon, offered your help—to which your boyfriend graciously accepted with an estatic grin. for the past hour, the two of you have been carrying in box after box (with well-needed breaks; you guys didn't expect this to be as tiring as it was), until each one was properly stacked atop one another—except for one. as you bent down to carry it off with the rest, chifuyu spun around holding the shirt with a blissful grin at his purchase, only to trip his foot against the side and fall face forward towards you. "c-chifuyu!" you scram to catch his body, until you feel the impact of his lips smush against your's. chifuyu's eyes widen at the situation, before he pushes himself off of you and begins profusely apologizing. "oh my god-shit! i'm so sorry, i didn't mean it!" he spills, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the taste of your lip balm and decides fuck it: "...oh god, can we try that again?" you laugh, and nod, before leaning into give him a coordinated second kiss.

MITSUYA + "we can take things slow."

mitsuya shuts the door to mana and luna's room with a quiet click, "they're fast asleep, love." he whispers to you and you smile with a nod. the two of you then make your way down the steps of his home, being sure to not be so loud. the clock reads 9:38 PM and you begin to set up a random film while mitsuya took care of the snacks and drinks. making his way over to your little set up, mitsuya grins at the fluffy blankets and excessive amounts of pillows you've gathered. with no plans to sleep in his bedroom, you and mitsuya got comfortable against one another—his left arm wrapped around your shoulder with a big bowl of popcorn on your lap, and pressed play. now 40 minutes in, your focus shifts from the characters on-screen to the constant feeling of mitsuya's palms on your hips. you still at every slight movement of his fingers, and your heartbeat pounds in sync with his breathing behind you—it seems mitsuya's focus is not on the movie, either. you crane your head behind you, gasping when you meet his face only mere inches from your own. his eyes flicker to your lips, and you find yourself mirroring his action. he leans in ever so slowly, lips grazing against yours when he mutters, "we can take things slow, okay?" you nod once, barely registering his words when your desires take over and push yourself onto him. mitsuya smiles into the kiss, hands roaming and only spreading more warmth around you and the now-forgotten film.

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Tr boys with a super innocent friend (does not know about the birds and the bees innocent) says a swear word really loud and punches someone in front of them

hi anon! Thank you so much for requesting! I had so much fun writing this and I hope you enjoy <3

the tr boys with an innocent friend!

reader is gender neutral!

characters: mikey, draken, baji, rindou, and ran

tw: cursing, suggestive content, and badass punches from y/n

Mikey

o   Mikey’s is definitely the type to protect you and your innocence to the death

o   He knows you don’t curse, or fight, or know about sex; so, he doesn’t bring that stuff up and the people around him don’t either

o   After all, if they even dare to try to, they’ll get a good kick in the face from Mikey himself

o   He’s gotta protect you from the nasty world, after all!

o   He just wants to keep you so innocent---it’s a nice break from the rough, violent world he lives in

o   You’re like a huge breather to him

o   Though, every once in a while, he does slip up

o   But that only happens occasionally, and when it does, Mikey apologizes profusely

o   Little did he know that you’re not so innocent yourself…

o   And boy did it shock him to see that

o   It all started when you followed Mikey to a toman meeting

o   Mikey was hesitant to let you go to the weekly meeting with him, but you seemed so excited that he couldn’t say no…and you happily tagged along with him!

o   Of course, it was an amazing time

o   You got to see and talk to some people you hadn’t talk to for a while, you out to hang around Mikey, and you just got to have fun!

o   Overall, it was a great time, and you had a lot of fun meeting new people too!

o   But things went south while the actual meeting was happening

o   You were standing with Emma and Hina, just casually talking about school, boys, etc. Y’know, the usual stuff you liked chatting with them about

o   Suddenly, while Emma and Hina talked about Draken, you heard some girls whispering behind you

o   “Look that’s the whore that always goes for Draken” one said, pointing to Emma.

o   “Yeah...doesn’t she know when to stop? He’s totally out of her league!”

o   Immediately, you felt your blood boil…and you couldn’t help yourself

o   So, despite Emma and Hina’s confusion, and Toman coming out from the meeting, you marched right up to them and gave them both hard punched RIGHT in the stomach, making them puke

o   “Why don’t you shut your fucking mouths you pathetic pieces of shit”

o   Then you turned around and started walking away…only to be met with a stunned Mikey

o   He was literally frozen still, just stuck pointing at you

o   “Wha…wha?”

o   Mikey was so shocked that he just blankly stared at the wall for a week

o   Poor Mikey :(

Draken

o   Draken was WELL aware you were innocent…. VERY innocent

o   He knew that you didn’t know about most of the stuff people your age know about it, and frankly, he didn’t want to disturb that

o   You didn’t even curse; let alone know about things like sex

o   So, for the most part, he protected you

o   He never let you come over to his house (we all know why), he kept you away from some of his other friends, and he never went out of your comfort zone

o   Most importantly, he kept you away from the fights Toman had

o   He made sure you were nowhere near a fight and nowhere near the danger of it

o   You wouldn’t hurt a fly, so you sure as hell wouldn’t fair in a fight

o   Or that’s at least what Draken thought

o   Until today

o   It all started during a casual school day

o   You, were just sitting around minding your own bee’s wax along with Draken who, was patiently waiting for the lunch bell to right so he could grab Mikey

o   School was boring, as usual, but you still did the work that you needed to do before the end of class

o   Of course, no one else did…and well

o   “Y/nnnn, can we please copy your homework?” some random chick you had never talked to before annoyingly asked you

o   “Sorry, but I can’t let you do that!”

o   “Awww c’mon….pleaseee?”

o   “Sorry, no”

o   “Pleaseeeee”

o   “No” you repeated again, clearly getting agitated. Draken could tell and was about ready to go tell the to fuck off, but well…

o   “Please Y/n, please, please, please? You know we love youuu”

o   Suddenly, you stood up, rose your hand, smacked the girl right in the face

o   “Fuck off bitch”

o   Then, you just sat back down and continued your work, leaving the entire class in a silent shock

o   Draken, too, was shocked

o   He just stared at you, with a dead pale face

o   When did you learn to do that? Why? Had he failed you?

o   But when he looked at you and saw the big, proud smile on your face, he sighed and smiled

o   You were really growing up, weren’t you?

Baji

o   Baji had to uh…learn a lot when it came to a friend like you

o   You’re just so innocent that it’s shocking to him!

o   Unlike him, you never curse, are never violent, are beyond kind, and don’t even know about the birds and the bees

o   Baji was truly baffled by it all

o   But he respected it

o   If you didn’t know about that stuff, he figured that there was a reason for it, so, he actually became a good person around you

o   Hell, you managed to help him with not failing school!

o   So needless to say, Baji loves you and your innocent personality

o   He almost in a way views you as a little sibling, purely from your complete innocence

o   Well, that was until today, because today, things took a HUGE turn; one Baji NEVER expected

o   You see, you were just trying to get to the class, mainly because there was a huge test that day

o   It was busy in the hallway, and you and Baji were both rushing to get there so you wouldn’t be late

o   Of course, the one time you needed to get there, was the one-time people were standing right in your way, and slowly, you became more and more irritated

o   Until a couple of guys just set the icing on the cake

o   “Hey look! It’s the goody too shoes!!!”

o   “I’ll bet they suck good dick!”

o   Immediately, you stopped in your tracks, feeling anger coursing through your veins

o   Then, you made your way over to the guys and…

o   You punched then both right in the jaw HARD…so hard that there was a cracking sound when it happened

o   “Suck my dick” you spat before walking back to the stunned Baji

o   The poor guy just stood there baffled, and you, wearily watched him

o   Until a HUGE, proud smile came on his face

o   “WOOO WHAT A BADASS”

o   Needless to say, Baji was beyond proud and made sure to let you know!

Rindou

o   Rindou knew you were innocent from the beginning

o   You guys were childhood friends—so Rindou was knew how you were throughout your whole like, and how you were now

o   Even as a kid he could tell you were going to be that way

o   He could tell just from the way you acted,  that you were one of the most innocent, shy people around

o   And frankly, he didn’t mind

o   He just sort’ve let you be innocent, and walked around with you making sure no one did anything harmful

o   He’s like your little bodyguard

o   He never dares to do anything weird around you, and he sure as hell makes sure that nobody else does the same

o   Especially Ran

o   As I said, he’s your bodyguard!

o   But little did he know that you didn’t need a bodyguard….

o   You see, it all began when you were following Rindou around while he was patrolling Roppongi

o   He pretty much just strolled around and ordered people what to do, and you just decided to follow him because, why not?

o   It was a good opportunity to see your friend, so of course you took it!

o   What you didn’t expect was for so many guys to either gawk or judge you

o   In fact, you constantly heard people whispering about you all night, which honestly made you sad

o   But after listening to it for a while, you became irritated and soon enough, you were at the end of the stick…

o   And one guy who dared to question your friendship with Rindou made you snap

o   “Hey” the guy whispering in your ear. “Y’know…the boss hates you. He thinks you’re a pathetic fucker and only wants your body”

o   Suddenly, you turned around and smacked the guy…HARD

o   “Get a life you pathetic shit”

o   Then you waltzed back to Rindou, who watched you, clearly shocked

o   “Wha…what happened?

o   “Nothing Rin, let’s just go”

o   Then you walked away, with Rindou who took note of that mess…

o   After all, after that slap, he sure as hell didn’t want to get on your bad side….

Ran

o   Ran is like the naughtiest person in the world

o   Seriously this man is the polar opposite of you

o   He doesn’t exactly curse a lot or anything like that, but he makes so many dirty jokes and he’s so violent

o   He’s also surrounded by people who are exactly the same as him…so when he met you, and saw that you didn’t understand a single dirty joke, he was truly taken aback

o   That was when he realized how innocent you are

o   Ran then tried teaching you the ways of the non-innocent person, but it didn’t work

o   So, he just sort’ve let you be and was much more careful around you

o   But trust me, he still makes all the dirty jokes around you

o   He just loves the cute face you make when your confused at something Ran said

o   To him, you’re just a super cute person

o   Well, that was until today...

o   Cause let me tell you, you weren’t so cute now…

o   It all started when you were walking around with Ran

o   All you wanted was to get some ice cream and take a stroll with Ran before going back to study more

o   You just wanted some peace

o   But of course, some dude had to cat call you

o   “WOOO BABY, LOOK AT THAT ASS”

o   After being stressed for days, and constantly worrying about Ran—this was your last straw

o   Immediately, you stomped up to the guy, Ran following right behind you and…

o   You punched him

o   Right in the dick

o   “Fuck you, you pathetic incel”

o   Then, you marched away back to your house, leaving Ran and the other guys behind in shock

o   Ran stood there for a half a day trying to figure out what had just happened when he finally realized:

o   HIS TEACHING PAID OFF

o   And now, you were an amazing badass that Ran had raised

o   The guy is so proud~

 //end!

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First Kiss with Toman Headcanons

SUMMARY: You and your Touman boyfriend finally have your first kiss together. (Fem Reader)

FORMAT: Headcannons.

CHARACTERS: Mikey, Nahoya, Baji, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, and Draken.

CW: Swearing ! Suggestive themes !

TW: None.

NOTES: Currently bored and in a writing mood so here ya go<3

WC: 2.8k

MIKEY

You and him would be out as usual, doing your daily activities.

He's not a big fan of public displays of affection, your relationship with him is rather lowkey. So you two would have to be alone when it happened, Draken probably had to go do something.

After grabbing a bite to eat, you'd ride with him on the back of his motorcycle to the same grass area he took Takemitchy.

You two would lay in the grass watching the sun go down, the bustling city in the background, but all is quiet in both your guys' heads.

Mikey looks over to you.

Your eyes are closed as you are basking in the dim sunlight.

"Pretty," he blurts out of nowhere.

Your eyes flutter open to stare back at him.

"It is pretty," you respond to him.

"Not the sunset. You." Mikey looks back out to the sky.

A small blush forming on your cheeks at his words.

"Ah, thank you. You're pretty too." You lightly laugh back to him.

He looks over to you, confusion apparent on his face. He is about to respond when he notices your laugh. It's almost like music to his ears, the kind of song he'd never grow tired of.

His hand comes up to your cheek, as he leans into your embrace. He lays atop your chest, looking up at you once more, notice the surprised look on your face.

He smiles at you, moving up to kiss you on your lips. Your hands grab ahold of his face as you kiss him back. 

He pulls back looking into your eyes, before he tackles you with more. Pressing kisses to your forehead, cheeks, and neck as you laugh at his antics.

"Hey! I'm back from the-" he pauses mid sentence taking in you and Mikey's current form.

"Ew, what the fuck. Get a room, lovebirds," he scoffs.

Mikey flips him off.

"Well Ken, I wouldn't expect you to understand. You still haven't even confessed to Emma." You tease.

"Shut the hell up you asshole." He says as you and Mikey laugh at him.

NAHOYA

You and him would be out with the rest of the Touman members, probably celebrating a new victory.

Of course he loves his members, but something about your skin shining under the moon just makes him wanna take you away.

Souta notices his gaze.

"You should go talk to her, you are her boyfriend," he says, an angry expression staying on his face.

"Ah, nah, she's havin' her fun right now," Nahoya says back to his brother.

"She'd rather be with you," Souta responds, walking off.

His words linger in Nahoya's mind. 

'Would she really?' He wonders, but his train of thought quickly crashes when he feels two hands on each side of his face.

He looks down seeing your smiling face staring back up at him.

"Whatcha thinking about Hoya?" You ask him.

"Nothing," he says, looking back at you.

"I'm starting to get tired, let's go outside, it's loud in here." You grab ahold of his hand dragging him out.

Souta sees your two forms holding hands and cracks a small grin, happy for his brother.

You and Nahoya walk outside as the midnight breeze greets the both of  you, as you two walk up a small hill.

Once you reach the top, Nahoya hugs you from behind.

You let out a small laugh.

"What's gotten into you Hoya?" You say.

"Nothing, I just really, really love you." He mumbles into your neck.

His words catch you off guard as you turn around to face him. You notice for once the smile on his face looks less playful, and more adoring.

You notice his eyes linger on your lips a second too long, so you pull him down by his neck and press your lips to his.

He immediately kisses back, stunned by your actions. You let go of him and release him from the kiss.

He widens his eyes, a blush forming on his cheeks.

"I was supposed to do that." He grumbles looking away from you, for once a smile not on his face.

You let out a loud laugh at how cute grumpy Nahoya looks.

"I'll let you kiss me next time Hoya," you smile, hugging him.

"Okay," his smile reforming on his face again, while hugging you back.

BAJI

Baji is a big fan of PDA.

He often showers you in forehead, neck, and cheek kisses when he feels as if someone's gaze has lingered on you for too long.

But never going as far as a kiss on the lips.

All he wants to do is make sure you're comfortable with him.

He would be with the rest of the Touman gang, everyone laughing and cheery. 

You would go to grab yourself and Baji a drink, with all the commotion getting too loud for you to handle.

Over in the kitchen area, Hakkai was standing near the fridge.

"Oh Hakkai, could you move over? I need to grab some drinks," you asked him.

He silently obliged.

Baji watched the whole ordeal go down, as the rest of the gang directed their attention to where his eyes were.

"OI! Hakkai! She doesn't bite, you can talk to her ya know?" Baji lets out a hearty laugh.

"Ah, leave him alone. You know he has trouble with that kinda stuff," Mitsuya lets out a small chuckle.

Hakkai blushes at their teasing.

"You guys, leave him alone, sorry about them Hakkai" you pat his shoulder, whilst laughing at their antics.

He flashes you a look in his eye, and a small smile, appreciating your kindness.

"That means 'it's okay it's not your fault' by the way Y/n," Yuzuha relays to me.

"Can you even be teasing him Baji?" Draken asks.

"What do you mean by that!?" Baji asks defensively.

"Yall have been dating for what? 6 months? And you haven't even kissed the girl," he laughs loudly.

"HEY! SHUT THE HELL UP! WERE MOVING AT OUR OWN PACE!" Baji yells at them.

You walk back over to the table, and you notice Baji's slight blush.

"And what pace is that? A turtle?" Pah-Chin laughs.

"You know what," Baji turns around, grabbing your face, and kisses you full force.

You weren't very shocked that he would do such a thing in front of them, but now? Here?

"Now what!?" Baji says, an even darker blush on his face.

The whole table was silent.

"Tch we're leaving, c'mon, lets go Y/n," he says, grabbing your hand.

And as soon as you two are out of the building, he bows at you.

"I-I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to kiss you like that," he says apologetically.

"It's okay Baji, I'm not mad, I just wish you'd give me a warning next time," you say, lifting his head up from the bow.

"Thank you, I'm such a lucky man," he says, nuzzling into your neck, hugging you from behind.

You turn around and press another kiss to his lips, flustering him slightly.

"You're welcome Kei," you smile at him.

CHIFUYU

He's very shy and reserved when it comes to your relationship with him.

Doing the bare minimum in public, with the exception of holding hands.

If two bystanders were to look at yall, they'd see nothing more than two friends. 

But, when you two are alone, he is the MOST clingy person ever.

Not even letting you go to the bathroom without him waiting outside the door.

He will also try to do everything for you, he doesn't want you to lift a finger.

He will get you water, food, a pillow, a blanket, anything you can think of, he'll do for you.

He often gives you massages when he sees you're stressed with school work too.

You're so thankful for everything he does for you, so whenever he shows up at your doorstep beaten and bloody, your heart aches.

"Is all of this really necessary?" You ask him while wrapping his bruises.

"Y/n, we've already gone over this, I'm a delinquent. I have no choice but to fight," he sighs out in pain.

"But, Chifu, I'm scared. What if one day you don't come back to my doorstep. Or if you end up on the news? What will I do huh?" You stop wrapping his wounds for a moment.

He pulls you into a hug, caressing your head.

"I promised you I'd always come back didn't I? I'm a man of my word Y/n, and I'm getting stronger, so I can protect you and myself. I promise you, I won't die," he smiles, holding out his pinky for me to take.

I push his pinky away as he gives me a confusing look, and I grab the back of his neck and kiss him on his lips.

His hands travel down to my waist and he quickly responds kissing me back.

We break the kiss.

I look away from him blushing.

"You moron, we're not kids," you say, still looking away.

He laughs at your embarrassment.

"Ah, you're right Y/n," he says, a large grin on his face.

You finish patching him up as you two walk to your room and spend the rest of the night in eachothers arms sleeping.

MITSUYA

Mitsuya was always caring and thoughtful throughout y'alls relationship.

Always waiting to make sure you were comfortable with him, and always asking for consent.

Whether he wanted to kiss your forehead or hold your hand, Mitsuya would always ask if it was okay with you.

To which you always replied yes.

He didn't really have to ask, but you appreciate that he does.

"Y/n, are you ready?" He asks, grabbing his bags ready to leave the sewing clubroom.

"Oh yeah," you reply, putting his sketches down.

You follow him out the school door and catch up to him, intertwining your fingers with his.

He looks back at you smiling.

He leads you to his bike and passes you a helmet.

You board the back of the vehicle, wrapping your arms around his torso.

Mitsuya revs up the engine, starting up his bike.

"You good Y/n!" He yells over the engine.

"Yeah!" You yell back, as he starts driving.

He drives you both to his house, and as soon as you walk through the door, two small figures come rushing towards you.

One hugs your torso and the other on your leg.

"Y/N!!!" They both shout simultaneously.

"Luna! Mana!" You shout back happily at them.

We all engage in a group hug, leaving Mitsuya out.

He smiles at all of your reactions to each other, loving the way his girlfriend is with his sisters.

It makes him grateful to have you, when he sees you putting in effort to interact with his family and peers.

"Are you guys ready?" You ask them.

"YES!" Luna and Mana shout again.

You two had promised to have a tea party with both of them today.

They quickly bring out a bunch of stuff ranging from teapots and tiaras, to cups and crowns.

Luna lays a tiara upon your head, as Mana puts a crown on Mitsuya's.

They set up all of the fake tea supplies on the table.

"So, Princess Y/n, what can I get for you today?" Mana asks, trying to be proper.

"Oh, uh...Green tea please," you ask, as she scribbles your 'order' down on a piece of paper.

"And for you? Prince Mitsuya?" She turns to ask him.

"A Lemon tea for me please," she writes again.

"Alright your orders should be out soon," she bows and runs to the kitchen to make our 'tea'.

Minutes pass as you and Mitsuya wait.

"Wow, they're really into this," you laugh out. 

"Yeah, but I don't mind," Mitsuya says, looking at you.

"It means I get to spend my day with Princess Y/n," Mitsuya says, making you chuckle.

"Oh that's quite charming Prince Mitsuya," you laugh.

Moments pass as Luna and Mana bring out your 'tea'.

You and Mitsuya pretend to drink it for a while before Luna gets up and says.

"Okay now that you have had your royal tea, you may now kiss your princess!" She shouts, as Mana smiles.

"Hey girls, I don't think Y/n wants to-"Mitsuya is cut off by you.

"It's fine with me," you speak up.

Mitsuya turns around slightly surprised.

"Then may I?" He asks, stepping closer to you.

"You may, my Prince," giving him a slight curtsey.

He grabs your hands and presses a small peck to your lips.

You peck him back, a small blush on your face when you realize this is you and his first kiss on the lips.

"AHHHH!" Luna and Mana both scream of happiness at you and Mitsuya.

Afterwards you and Mitsuya tuck Luna and Mana into bed. 

He kisses both of their foreheads before saying 'I love you' to each of them and shutting the door.

"Ah, well, I'll be on my way now Mitsuya," you head to the door.

"I'm not letting you go alone," he says, grabbing his keys.

"But my house is-" he interrupts you.

"I don't care, hop on," he says to you.

He's so paranoid, you think to yourself.

He drops you off at home, but before you can head to your doorstep he grabs your hand.

"Uh, hey Y/n...do you think I can have another kiss?" He asks, looking away from you.

You found it cute, so you decided to tease him

"Ah, I don't know," you tell him.

"Oh, okay, that's fine if you-" he goes on.

You peck him on the lips again, but this time, your lips linger for a while before breaking away.

"Night Mitsuya!" You yell running into your house.

His fingers graze his lips before he smiles and drives off.

DRAKEN

Draken doesn't take kisses or anything of the sort very seriously.

He grew up in a brothel after all.

Having heard and seen many lewd things at a young age, he doesn't really see a first kiss as some big milestone.

He was just waiting till you were ready.

You, on the other hand, were slightly nervous.

You weren't used to seeing or hearing lewd things, nor were you experienced, but you felt as if Draken would guide you through these kinds of things.

Him being the mentally experienced man he is.

You and him were inside of his room on a sunday afternoon.

For some reason the brothel wasn't busy today, no noises coming through the walls.

You sat on his bed with him in between your legs on the floor, as you braid his hair.

He's texting Mikey on his phone, asking when they'll meet up.

You finish his braid and start to ponder.

'Now that I think about it, me and Draken have never kissed on the lips'

He looks over to you.

"What are you so deep in thought about?" He asks.

"None of your business," you smile.

"Oh really?" He smirks.

He stands up pouncing on top of you, pinning your arms above your head and trapping you between his thighs.

His free hand moves to tickle your stomach.

He asks you again, tickling you even harder, till you break.

"FINE FINE I WAS THINKING ABOUT KISSING YOU!" You blurt out.

He stops tickling you, and releases your arms, as your hands go straight to your face.

He has a slight surprised look on his face, before replacing it with a reassuring one.

"Y/n?" He calls out to you.

Your hands stay on your face to hide your red form.

"If you want to kiss me, you don't have to ask," he assures you.

Your hands fall down as you sit up and face him.

You lean into him puckering your lips and closing your eyes, to be met with air.

You open your eyes and there Draken is, holding in a laugh.

"DRAKEN!" You yell, as you throw a series of punches at him.

"I was just kidding!" He says in between laughs, whilst blocking your hits.

On your last punch, he grabs your arm, yanking you to him.

Then he presses his lips onto yours, as the force of his yank pushes you both back onto the bed.

You sit up from straddling him and your face turns an even darker shade of red than ever.

He looks up at you smirking again.

"What's wrong, I thought you wanted to kiss me?" He asks slyly.

You get off of him, and bolt out the door.

"AH! I HAVE CHORES TO DO! SEE YOU LAYER DRAKEN!" You say running at full speed.

He's still lying on his bed where he kissed you, and suddenly, for the first time, the tips of his ears burn a bright red.

"Ah, damnit Y/n," he curses, feeling the same flustered emotions you did. 

[haitanizzz]

!contains tokyo revengers manga spoilers!

cw: angst, swearing, alcohol mention, slight violence, blood/bruises mention, slight sa? (non-consensual kiss), spelling errors

characters: draken and inui

summary: draken gets drunk and got his ass into a fight. inui picks him up and takes care of him but draken can't seem to move on from emma. inui can't tell the difference between platonic and romantic attraction, kinda one-sided love?, draken basically being depressed lol also set in the timeline where they own a bikeshop together

note: i don't ship them but i don't have anything against the ppl who do, i just thought their relationship was a great angst material :) i rushed the end a bit tho cuz i was getting out of ideas lol hope you enjoy!! also big thanks to the people who requested from us and we're a bit slow, but we're working on them don't worry!<3

-L

"hey inui! inui! seishu are you okay?"

draken was having it rough for a few days now, his nightmares about emma coming back to him each night like a curse from the past. inui noticed that his friend was more tense around him or when draken would hesitate to call out to him, but he didn't say anything since he knew that mental health was a touchy subject for his partner because of a certain girl. he was having a hard time ignoring it though as it left a bad taste in his mouth, but he didn't know why. is it because draken is his dear friend or maybe it is because he was in love? ken was so nice to him and he was his friend because he was inui seishu and not somebody else, right? he was so lost in his thoughts he didn't even hear draken call out to him.

"huh?"

"i've called out to you 3 times already! you look like you've been stressing so much lately-"

"oh no, no! im totally fine don't worry about it, i was just daydreaming a little bit!" he said as he let out an awkward laugh.

draken flashed him a gentle smile and patted his back.

"if you say so! but don't hesitate to ask for anything if you're not feeling well, aight?"

"got it boss"

"hey! i told u stop with that!" he playfully scolded inui as both of them began laughing. "anyways i just wanted to ask if you could close the shop today? i'm going out with some friends to drink, so.."

"of course! you can count on me, just give me the keys and you can go!

"thanks inupi! i owe you one!"

it was already dark outside when draken began to pack his things and passed the keys to inui.

"don't forget to close it or i'll beat ya ass if anything is missing tomorrow!"

"yeah yeah, just go already!" inui said as he pushed his friend through the door of their office.

"see you tomorrow seishu! "

he woke up to his ringtone, phone buzzing on the table as he got up and tried to wipe the sleep from his eyes. he didn't even have the energy to look at who was calling him so he just picked it up.

"yeah! see ya!" he sighed and almost slammed the door shut on accident. he was nervous but why? he could feel a pit in his stomach like when something bad is about to happen but he ignored the feeling and chose to dose off for a small nap on the sofa that was in the office.

-

"hello?" he answered the phone with a groggy voice.

"hey inui! sorry to call you this late but i need you to come here!"

"kazutora? it's not often that you call me, what's wrong?" he was dumbfounded that kazutora callled him as they barley even kept contact with each other.

"it's draken."

"what?"

"that idiot got drunk and punched a dude."

"oh god, again? " inui pinched the bridge of his nose not wanting to get up and drive there because he didn't like dealing with drunk people especially when it was ryuguji who got drunk. "im coming don't worry, thanks for giving me a call kazutora.

"thanks inui, we're at the new bar, just 2 streets down. we'll wait for you at the entrance!" kazutora said and immediately hang up.

"i swear that dumbass is going to be my death one day.." inui murmured and grabbed his jacket and the keys to his bike. "thank god it's not that far, just 2 streets down or i wouldn't even go to get his drunk ass."

the engine of his motorbike roared as he stopped in front of a bar, that had neon lights around it. everything was so bright he got a little dizzy and almost had to close his eyes. he spotted kazutora and draken sitting together at a random shop's staircase that was next to the bar. he got up from his bike and began walking towards them and it was when he got closer, that's when he noticed the blood sitting on draken's white shirt and bruises all over his face.

"what the fuck happened?!"

the two of them jumped at inui's voice not expecting him to shout at them.

"sorry to drag you out to get him this late, i could've bring him home myself but chifuyu and the others are still in there and im kinda worried what would they do when there's nobody to look out for them." kazutora said as he slightly bowed his head as an apology.

"don't worry about it man, don't apologize." inui gave kazutora a slight smile as he took draken's arm around his shoulder to make sure he wouldn't fall. "i'll be taking him home now..thanks for looking out for him."

"it's nothing. have a safe drive and call me if something is up!"

"yeah will do!" inui said as he began walking back to his bike with now draken slumped over him. it was very strange that draken wasn't talking at all, he was usually very loud.

"im not a kid you know? i can take care of myself inupi."

"oh so you now know how to talk? and it didn't seem like you were doing so good, so just shut up and let me drive you home!"

draken let out a laugh as he sat on the back of the motorcycle and grabbed the spare helmet.

"aight, aight! just don't be so loud, my head is killing me.."

"i wonder why?" inui scoffed as he sat on the front. "just make sure you don't fall off or you'll have to go to the hospital by yourself."

the drive to draken's apartment was quiet. none of them talked, the only thing that was making noise was the motorbike and those few cars that passed them. they were almost there when inui felt arms wrap around his waist and felt some weight on his left shoulder and he tensed under draken's touch, his heart hammering in his chest.

"i swear to god if you puke on me-"

"are you mad?" draken's voice was soft, almost like when a child got caught stealing candies.

inui didn't answer not knowing what to say to a question like that so he just kept quiet.

they soon arrived to draken's apartment complex and inui parked his bike.

none of them said a word and seishu helped his friend up the stairs, then to his door. keys jingled as draken searched his pockets and struggled to fit the key to his door inside the keyhole. inui gently pushed him away and opened the door and draken almost immediately went and crashed on the couch. seishu shaked his head and closed the door behind him, took off his shoes then followed draken to his livingroom.

"come on man, we need to get you patched up and change! i promise you can sleep all you want after we're done." draken just groaned and put his head on inui's shoulder s a sign to help him to his bedroom.

"i think the booze is really starting to get to me.." draken said as his words were slightly slurred from the alcohol he had consumed. inui helped him up and staring walking towards draken's room and sat him down onto the bed and turned on the lights. draken hissed at the sudden brightness and inui just let out a chuckle then went to the bathroom to get the first-aid kit. he came back with the box and sat next to draken and grabbed his chin.

"come on this gonna hurt a bit, but i'll be as careful and quick as i can so bear with it 'kay?" the tatted male just hummed as an answer and inui took it as a sign to start cleaning his bruises. he started dabbing under his eye first, then right under his jaw with careful movements. draken didn't seem to be giving any reaction so he just continued until his eyes sat on his slightly busted lip. seishu looked away for a moment then went to dab the sanitizer on his lip when draken took a hold of his wrist and he dopped the cottonball he was holding.

"what's wro-" seishu's words were cut off when draken kissed him. inui's whole body froze as memories from his high school years started to pry at his mind and tears filled his eyes. he didn't know what to do. was it the right thing that he just sat there without doing anything but his hands shaking? he will never know the answer to that. he only came back to reality when draken pulled away and smiled at him with red dusting his cheeks, inui didn't know if it was from the alcohol or because draken was embarrassed.

"i love you..emma." draken whispered against inui's neck and passed out. seishu couldn't process what was happening and his chest started to hurt. he quickly pushed draken off of him (who surprisingly didn't even budge) and stood up with wide eyes, tears threatening to spill out of them. he didn't even bother to pack the first aid kit as he was almost running to the door. he slammed the shop's keys on draken's kitchen island and left.

-

the next morning draken woke up with a headache.

"..what happened?" he said as he looked through his room, the first-aid kit on the floor. he tried to remember what happened last night as he went to get dressed for work.

he was confused when inui didn't came to work that day.

[lepusrufus]

To bargain for immortality pt.3

As it turns out, poison did not kill her. Not by a long shot. Not if the numerous tests with different kinds of poisons were to be believed.

Nicole was currently bent over the sink placed in the corner of Miranda's lab, her assistant hovering behind her with a timer in hand. What was it this time? Hemlock? Belladonna?

She stopped caring when a new wave of blood carrying the replaced tissue from internal damage came rising in her esophagus. With a disgusting gag, it came splashing onto the white porcelain, now stained and coated in crimson multiple times over. She coughed, trying not to let any of the burning mixture remain stagnant in her throat, and focused on the feeling of her body healing itself. It felt, for lack of a better word, like static coursing through her nerves and organs. After that too was gone, and the only thing that remained was the nauseating coppery taste in her mouth, she raised a shaky hand, too tired to speak up.

"Seven minutes, thirty four seconds," Emma announced.

Mother Miranda noted it down, fingers typing quickly over the keyboard.

It was a miracle that Nicole was still able to stand, although leaning a good part of her body weight on the sink thankfully secured to the wall did help. She took a few deep breaths, doing her best to not sound too croaky when she spoke.

"Can I see the results once we're done?"

She could keep track of everything herself of course, but it got difficult when her body was fighting toxins meant to shut it down. And she'd be lying if she said that she wasn't dying of curiosity.

"It's none of your concern," Miranda replied coldly.

That got a scowl to appear on thin blood stained lips, partially hidden by her hunched position. "I stood here quietly while you shoved pill after pill made from every poisonous plant you could get your hands on down my throat. At least grant me the grace of knowing my own body's limitations."

Her reply was little more than a tongue click. She couldn't help a scoff when Miranda simply ignored her request and told her assistant to continue with the next test on their list. Emma picked up one of the numerous pill bottles lined on her employer's desk and came over to Nicole, who unceremoniously grabbed one pill and swallowed it before looking at the label. Cyanide.

Oh for fuck's sake.

Her body's reaction was immediate, heart starting to beat painfully quick while her head started to spin. It was nauseating, the ache seeming to flood her chest and going up her spine in a searing migraine. Not to mention the deep breaths that didn't seem deep enough, as air itself seemed choking, the oxygen not quite reaching where it should. Mild panic started to settle in when black splotches began to cloud her vision and the tingling sensation seemed to battle with the pain for dominance. Before she knew it, her shaky legs gave out under her and the white ceiling of the lab blurred out of focus.

---

She woke up with a start, the bluish lights a painful glare to her eyes. The sound of ticking stopped and Nicole realized it was Emma's timer. She looked down at herself, haphazardly placed on a bed and then at Miranda, typing down a result the ringing in her ears hadn't allowed her to hear. With a few shakes of her head to try and chase the fog in her brain, Nicole finally croaked out: "What the hell happened?"

"The cyanide was damaging cells and keeping them from taking in any oxygen at a slightly faster rate than those cells were getting replaced. Which caused you to lose consciousness."

Miranda's tone was just as cold and clinical as ever, but a slight smirk tugged at her lips when she continued, the excited scientists buried under the mask of a goddess showing a crumb of itself.

"Although I'm quite certain we solved the mystery behind the accelerated heart rate. All previous tests show that it takes no longer than a few minutes to recover, while this took over twenty five."

Nicole was still fighting some mild dizziness, but she put all the focus on Miranda's words.

"We'll have to rerun the tests under anesthesia, but for now it's safe to assume the healing slows down while unconscious."

She acknowledged the theory with an oh. She wasn't really capable of much conversation at the moment, but she let the thought be metaphorically chewed in her brain. That made sense. If healing was slower after passing out, then her body had a damn good reason to keep her awake, hence the unnaturally high heart rate.

A slow shuddring sigh was let out when Miranda asked her assistant to prepare the anesthetic, laying back down. At least she wouldn't be awake for this one.

It took around double the normal dose to finally get her unconscious. She kept her eyes glued to the needle embedded in her arm until her vision was starting to fail her, the surrounding room becoming nothing more than dark blurs and vague beeping sounds.

People do not dream under anesthesia.

Nicole knew that of course. But as the lab blurred into odd shapes and more or less familiar places, there wasn't really a better word to describe it. Perhaps a result, she would later muse, of her overactive brain, fighting for consciousness at any given moment as it now had an instinctual need to stay awake.

That need manifested itself in the vague image of one of the castle's hallways. It was in an old wing, not frequently used by many other than the cleaning staff. She was walking along the wall, using it to compensate for her wobbly legs, and looked around for something. What exactly, was beyond her comprehension at the moment, but that didn't stop her from stumbling inside each room on her path, looking around the bright and beautifully decorated space, only to exit and continue down the hallway.

Something. Something ugh.

Nicole tried not to lean on the wall too much when she got to the golden frame of a painting, not wanting to risk damaging it. Slowly walking around, she threw a glance at the canvas when she was fully in front of it. She frowned.

It was the familiar portrait of all three sisters, dressed in period appropriate clothing and hair up into small curls. Their eyes, painted in such a way that they seemed to follow any onlookers around, greeted her with soft expressions. Some details seemed different though. They were small, and it took a bit of effort to notice how the brushstrokes seemed to have shifted ever so slightly in places. A familiar rose tattoo was present, albeit quite faint, on each of their foreheads, and their features seemed a little less soft and more akin to how Alcina would paint them. Nicole stopped to look at Cassandra's hand for a little longer, as if something was supposed to have changed there too. But before she had time to dwell on that, the realization that the painting should not be there dawned on her. Why would Alcina move it? And to a near abandoned wing of the castle no less. If she remembered correctly, that portrait had been at the main entrance for decades.

Nevermind that, she could just ask Alcina herself if they crossed paths. She kept walking down the hallway, trying to ignore the nagging feeling at the back of her mind that something was off. Off, like the slightly misplaced furniture, or the lack of certain decorations, or antique objects that she knew for a fact were on display on a completely different wing. No, Nicole kept looking through every room she came across, in search of something her foggy mind couldn't quite grasp the memory of.

She finally reached one of the more populated areas, and although still not fully able to grasp her surroundings and walk around without any support, a shiver still ran down her spine. The off-putting feeling turned to dread with the realization that she was completely alone. No maid or other staff member has crossed paths with her in what felt like an eternity. No sound could be heard aside from her own breathing and a faint beeping coming from outside. At that moment, Nicole longed for the sound of giggling or the shuffling of a broom, hell even the sound of lycans howling outside. Anything.

By that point, shuffling against the wall felt more of a psychological need than a physical one. There was a fear that accompanied anyone when you found yourself in a place that seemed so unlike its normal self, and Nicole tried to make herself smaller than she already was in the eventuality that something would pounce out from the silence and tear her to shreds.

She found herself traversing another corridor littered with numerous doors to guest bedrooms or simply storage rooms. Each was opened one by one, whatever laid behind it inspected, and then shut again. Rinse and repeat. Repeat until Nicole found herself in front of an oddly familiar door. It had nothing special, the crest and color exactly the same as the ones she had left behind, but its position seemed to tug at her memories.

The door was pushed open, a slight creak accompanying the movement, and Nicole found herself in a well lit office. It was obviously a rarely used one, the shelves only holding a small number of oddly organized files and boxes, while the chair was tucked under a large desk. The plush carpet underfoot caught her attention, beautiful black, white and golden motifs waved around each other in an intricate pattern. She walked across it, up to the desk and crouched down to run her fingers on the old worn wood of small drawers. The iron handles used to open them seemed to be gone from all but the topmost one, which she opened slowly.

Oh.

The drawer was empty save for two familiar objects, a pair of matching rings with minuscule branches in flower engraved on them. She picked them both up but almost dropped them back when a set of hurried footsteps sliced through the dead silence just outside the room.

There was no time to scramble for a hiding spot, especially not with how her head started to spin the moment she stood up again. All she could do was put the hand that wasn't holding the rings on the desk to support herself and watch as the door swung open.

A sigh of relief flew past cracked lips at the sight of confused golden eyes framed by dark locks of hair. Cassandra was standing at the entrance, head cocked slightly to the side.

"Did you lose it again?"

There was a hint of annoyance in her tone, but it was mostly drowned out by an amused chuckle as she walked up to her.

"No, I-..." Did I? "I'm sorry."

Cassandra simply took one of the bands and wordlessly slid it on Nicole's ring finger, gesture that was imitated in turn.

"Why are they here?" Nicole's question was barely a whisper, either due to the dizziness she felt or the cemetery-like silence that almost demanded not to be disturbed. "I know I instructed the staff to bring mine to my room if they find it."

"Oh it wasn't any of the staff members," Cassandra replied matter of factly, even waving a hand to dismiss the apparently absurd idea.

"Then who?"

"I don't know."

Nicole frowned. She pinched the bridge of her nose trying to chase away the eerie feeling that seemed to have made its roots deep inside her mind. Cassandra's voice seemed off, and that beeping from earlier seemed to close in ever so slightly.

"Why here?" She repeated.

Her wife only shrugged and looked around the room, taking her time with the reply.

"Isn't this where we first saw each other?"

Right. That's why the office was so familiar. The memory of Lady Dimitrescu, so beyond intimidating at the time, sitting in the chair and interviewing her for a maid's position came flooding her foggy brain. Then the giggles and the rather dramatic entry and the small bickering.

"Are you waking up?"

If Cassandra wasn't so close to her, she would've thought a third person had spoken. Her wife's voice seemed off before, but now it didn't even sound like her own. Familiar, yes, but the regal icy tone belonged to someone else.

Nicole tried to instinctively put some space between them, only for Cassandra's expression to twist with concern, furrowed brows over soft golden, always so uncharacteristically soft when pointed at her. Cassandra opened her mouth to speak again, but the beeping came in louder, almost as if making its way from her throat with the sole purpose of attempting to bust her eardrums.

The room seemed to rapidly bleed out of focus, details replaced by black dots and blurry lines. Cassandra's shape slowly morphed, her beautiful black dress leaving way to a plain lab coat and golden eyes turning into icy green, ever calculating and scrutinizing. Incessant beeps from the cardiac monitor brought her back to consciousness more rudely than she would've liked.

Nicole shook her head slightly, trying to chase away the last effects of anesthesia. Her body seemed eager to oblige, quickly trying to wake up and be back on her feet. Not that she had any intention of actually getting up, but soon enough, she was looking around the space and all the pristine equipment held within. Emma was busy arranging vials and pill bottles inside a cabinet while Miranda was by the bed typing away, nails annoyingly loud on the keyboard. She shook her head once again, and looked to the opposite wall, where a clock was ticking. It was almost 11 p.m. and Nicole let out a soft groan thinking about how she'd been under anesthesia for about three hours and how her family was probably waiting for her to get back.

She laid her head on the uncomfortable pillow while waiting for the goddess wannabe to be done with her observations on her current lab rat, which meant Nicole, and finally dismiss her.

It took a moment to realize that Miranda had turned towards her and pushed her laptop close to the side of the desk, screen facing Nicole. After receiving a confused look, the woman rolled her eyes as if she were a teacher explaining basic maths for the hundredth time.

"You wanted to see the results."

Nicole's confused expression did not change, though now it was more directed towards the suspicious willingness to give what she asked for. Nonetheless she scooted to the side of the bed, letting her legs dangle over the edge, and she narrowed her eyes at the file on the screen.

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Date: 23rd April 2012

Subject: Nicole [REDACTED] Dimitrescu

Mutation experiments - 2 (Regeneration - 2)

Resistance and healing time to various poisonous plants (in the form of highly concentrated pills or injectable) and other toxins. First number refers to the healing time while conscious and the second while unconscious.

Belladonna (Atropa belladonna) - 2'13" // 6'30"

Rosary pea (Abrus precatorius) - 2'20" // 7'02"

Crowbane (Cicuta virosa) - 2'40" // 7'12"

Wolfsbane (Aconitum lycoctonum) - 3'30" // 8'11"

Hemlock (Conium maculatum) - 3'18" // 8'28"

Oleander (Nerium oleander) - 3'55" // 10'17"

Ricin (Ricinus communis) - 5'58" // 16'19"

Arsenic, 100mg - 7'34" // 21'38"

Cyanide, 50mg - / // 26'53"

[riotqueen000]

The Mechanic Series #1: The Red Queen - Sano Manjiro

Chapter 3

"What in the blue shit are you doing here?" Asked Arisa curtly as their bikes halted when they saw Mikey, along with Draken, Mitsuya and Baji by the school entrance. Her face contorted in visible irritation.

"I thought he's irrelevant?" Akira who's back-riding on Arisa bike teased. Rio and Kiyori exchanged looks, rather flabbergasted as well on why the heck Toman Executives are in their school.

"Waiting for you, obviously." Mikey grinned rather sarcastically that irked Arisa more. Arisa chose to ignore the young commander and kicked her engine alive again, she was about to go the other way, but Baji blocked their path.

"Hold up, I'm just messing around. You're too hotheaded, President." Mikey chuckled and finished his dorayaki before licking the corner of his lips.

"Pretty hot, if you ask me." Rio commented, just enough for them to hear.

"Bitch I--" Akira laughed out loud that caused Arisa to give them a dangerous side look. The two immediately shut up while Kiyori just chuckled.

"What do you want?" Arisa questioned Mikey and took off her helmet, getting more impatient as seconds pass by.

Today has been a very stressful day, and she just wants to chill at their house and probably have few glasses of her stored red wine.

"I just wanna be friends with you. You did not even told me your name." Mikey replied, pouting his lower lip like a big child he is.

"Bold of you to assume I'd actually be friends with you." Arisa deadpanned that made Akira internally smirk.

Oh, she's loving this situation. Setting their stoic President up with the most notorious Gang Commander wouldn't be too bad, right?

"Just fucking agree so this shit would be done for." Draken rolled his eyes, he doesn't even know how the heck Mikey convinced him on visiting Arisa's school with him.

"I'm not dumb like you to be friends with Commander Short Legs here. So, sorry, I'm not sorry, leave me the fuck alone." Arisa sassed. Rio, Akira, and Kiyori exchanged looks as their mouths formed big Os.

Baji covered his mouth, poorly attempting to hold back his laughter. Mitsuya looked away to hide his visible entertained expression, he's not dumb like Baji to make Mikey upset now.

Arisa thought Mikey would leave after that, but the Commander just stared at her in pure amusement. His eyes had this spark as his mouth formed a wide smile.

"You're really interesting, President." Mikey chuckled. "C'mon, have some strawberry parfait with me, atleast."

"Is he asking for a date?" Kiyori wondered out loud.

"Yes." Mikey responded shamelessly with a wide grin.

Arisa's lips formed a smirk as she gazed at Mikey from head to toe before leaning forward, inching her face towards the young commander whose standing in front of her bike.

Her sudden action brought their spectators' jaws drop on the floor.

"Maybe when you get bigger, baby boy." Arisa whispered lowly, staring directly unto Mikey's eyes.

Arisa's yes reflected the sunset behind Mikey that made her orbs shine like polished jewels. Her scarlet hair is dancing along with light gush of wind, filling the air with the intoxicating scent of freshly extracted vanilla. Her breath fanned against his lips, making him inhale her minty breath with a tad bit hint of smoke in it.

Her stare brought an unknown sensation inside him. Her warm hues spread across his system, making him want for more.

"ARI-SENPAI!" Emma's voice echoed as she waved while jogging towards their direction. "Thank goodness, you're still here."

"Emma." Arisa patted the younger girl's head.

"Eh? Why are you guys here?" She asked her brother and his gangmates.

"Your brother is being a simp, what else?" Baji replied with a short laugh.

"I'm not!" Mikey retorted defensively, suppressing the blush that was about to spread on his cheeks. "More importantly, why are you here?" He returned the question.

"Oh, I was about to ask Ari-senpai for a meal." She replied and turned to the red headed President. "Can I?"

"Sure." Arisa replied immediately. "Aki, ride with Rio."

"What?! But, you rejected me! That's unfair!" Mikey exclaimed in pure shock and disbelief.

"Sucks to be you." Emma stuck her tongue and hopped on Arisa's bike.

"Better luck next life, Commander-kun." Arisa smirked once more before maneuvering her bike away from the boys with Kiyori and Rio's bikes tailing behind. Akira tossed some kind of a card towards Mikey and winked before telling Rio to drive faster.

Mikey caught the card that brought a huge grin across his face.

"Mikey, Pah called. There's an incident with Moebius."

"This is Rio and Kiyori and that's Akira." Arisa introduced Emma to the girls as they sat on a booth inside a retau cafè. "Don't get too close to her, though, if you want to keep your sanity." She sipped on her iced-coffee, pertaining to Akira.

"That's mean!" Akira exclaimed. "But, true. I'm the baddest bad bitch, afterall!" She added with a mischievous grin and flipped her hair. "Nice to meet you, sweetheart." The other two girls greeted Emma warmly, too.

"Nice to meet you all, too. Thank you for having me."

"Your name sounds like a foreigner's, are you a half-half?" Rio asked as she took a bite on her blueberry cheesecake.

"Yes, my mother is a Japanese but she left me at my grandpa's residence when I was 5. I never really knew about my father."

"Oh, shit. Sorry for asking." Rio immediately apologized for not realizing it is a sensitive topic to ask.

"It's fine. Better here than living with her, anyway. I've got amazing family now." Emma smiled, brushing off the sudden awkward atmosphere.

"You're a sweet girl, Emma-chan." Kiyori complimented with a sweet smile on her lips.

"T-thank you."

"By the way...you're into the dragon boy, aren't you?" Akira smirked and wiggled her eyebrows that made Emma's face flush a hundred shade of red, competing with Arisa's hair.

"W-what? How'd you know that?"

"Ah! I knew it. It's the way look at him, girl. Oh, I know that sparkle in your eyes when he's in your line of vision."

"You're such a creep." Another female voice commented, taking the empty seat beside Rio.

She have platinum blonde hair with black roots, and a pair of crystal eyes. Half of her face is covered by a maroon face mask, buy anyone could see that she's one pretty girl under those covers.

"Yo, bitch. Took you long enough." Rio snorted.

The natural pointed look of her slanted eyes made her seem to have a snobbish personality.

"Ah, Emma-chan. This is Seo Eun-Iseul, don't get scared at her. She just looks grumpy, but she's kind...deep inside." Akira introduced Iseul to Emma. "She's Emma, the girl Captain told us about."

"Nice to meet you..." Emma trailed off, not too sure what to call her. Her intuition that she's a foreigner is right, a Korean to be precise.

"Eul is fine. Glad to have you, too, Emma." She replied, taking off her mask and took the menu.

The six girls hung out until it's is time for Emma to go home. Akira brought her home as per Arisa's request, worried for her safety since she knew, some of that gang member might come after her again.

"I'm home!" The youngest Sano announced as she entered their humble abode while taking off her shoes.

"Emma, welcome home." Their grandfather greeted her back warmly. "Mikey's friends are over." The old man added and glanced at the pair of shoes by the entrance.

Emma kissed her grandfather's cheeks before going to the living room where Toman's founding members usually hangs out.

"Hmph! Looks like the traitor is already home." Mikey scoffed, scavenging the poor ice cream like a predator.

"You're such a child, jeez." Emma facepalms.

"Uh-huh, and you're a stealer." Mikey argued.

His friends could only shake their heads, Pah literally laughed his ass off when Baji told him about the incident earlier where Arisa called Mikey Commander Short Legs.

"Here. Peace offering." Said Emma in defeated manner, taking out a bag of Mikey's favorite dessert.

"You're the best sister!" The blonde male jumped on his feet and embraced Emma with a tight hug before opening the bag with sparkling eyes and drool on the corner of his lips.

"I'm your only sister, dumbo."

"Emma, you should be careful these day. Tell us when you're going out so we could drop you off and pick you up." Mitsuya said as concern is held in his eyes.

"Yes, yes. It's about Moebius and Osanai, isn't it?" Emma replied, sitting between Mikey and Draken as she took a piece of dorayaki.

"How'd you know?" Draken questioned with quirked eyebrow.

"Ari-senpai told me that that gang has been running wildly these past few days. One of the students in their school died out of suicide when they ganged up on him, do you know the video that went viral last week?"

"Yeah, I heard of it. The video is pretty nasty even my opinion." Pah commented, attempted to have a dorayaki, too, but his hand got slapped by Mikey, claiming that his dear sister bought it for him. "Selfish runt."

"The suspects of that incident is under Osanai's wing, they arrested earlier and it was the President who helped for the investigation." Mitsuya stated that made his friends fall silent with their mouths agape.

"That means she might be targeted by Osanai." Mikey stated with grim expression flashed upon his face. "We should make a move before that happens."

"Hey, hey!" Draken snapped his fingers in front of Mikey. "We already avenged Emma from the assault last time, we don't have to get involved with that matter anymore." The Vice Commander stated as matter of fact.

"Why not? She saved Emma when we couldn't, besides we didn't get to fight Osanai's main troupe because the bastard went into hiding. And now, he assaulted Pah's friend's girlfriend, whose part of Toman." Mikey argued, his eyebrows knitting together as his obsidian orbs darted at Draken.

"Why do I feel like you're making an excuse to get involved with the President?" Draken questioned.

"And why the do hate the President that much?" Mikey questioned back in taunting manner.

"She insulted you, countless times. And she, in fact, hates our kind, isn't it fair to hate her, too?"

[sunaswife]

Summary: It’s been five years since you’ve seen your ex, Rin. He’s still not over you and you’re not over him. When he finds out you have children he thought he didn’t have a chance. Then he finds out they’re his? All of a sudden you’re teaching Suna how to be a single dad.

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Warnings: Fluff, angst I guess, drama, and cuteness twin overload

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Chapter six

Suna was completely in shock and he was overwhelmed. He just froze. What can a man do when his ex tells him he is a father, let alone the father of two toddlers.

He immediately thought about the trauma you must have faced, being pregnant and alone. He also thought about how much he’s missed already, he wasn’t there for their day of birth, their first steps, first words, he’s already missed so many birthdays.

All he ever wanted was to be a father, especially to be the father of the children he made with the woman he was in love with. Was it truly a blessing or a curse?

Surely you don’t want to get back together and live like a perfect family behind a white picket fence. He’d have to learn how to push his feelings aside for these kids and share custody of them somehow. Before he could even speak you were walking away and he quickly turned.

Why aren’t his legs moving? What’s pulling him back? Is he afraid of this responsibility and commitment? Of course he is. He doesn’t want to be a shitty dad, will he be able to raise them correctly? How if he’s always busy training and practicing. All his free time is dedicated to napping.

His heart truly broke the second time ever when he saw those grayish eyes looking back at him with such hurt and betrayal. They screamed that they needed him. He didn’t know how but he felt it. He decided that he was going to take a step and work things out with you. Maybe not romantically but he really wants to be in his kids life.

“After all this time and trouble I went through. You’re gonna let her walk away again?” Atsumu’s annoying voice filled the silent hallway. “Fucking bastard.” Suna seethed and turned with a glare. Osamu knew his brother fucked up and decided to be cautious in case Suna decided to land a few punches on his brother like the last time Atsumu has pissed off Suna.

But as Atsumu braced himself for a comeback or for a fist to meet his face he was met with Suna’s back as he ran to catch up with you. When Suna turned the corner he saw the staff parking lot and he began to run even faster.

If you leave it’ll be too late.

When he made it in the parking lot he stopped and used his height to his advantage and he looked around. He couldn’t see you anywhere. “Y/N!” He called outloud and his voice echoed. “Y/N!” He repeated. He was about to continue walking through when a car backed up and quickly breaked so that they wouldn’t run over the man. You looked through your mirror and saw Suna standing there and looking around like an idiot.

Your heart clenched yet you felt butterflies at the same time. He came, not for you but for the kids. You really hoped and prayed that he would come, and he did. You parked your car and you got out. He sighed in relief and neared you. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I want to be in their lives I really do.” He exclaimed.

“It’s fine, Rin. I’m glad you want that.” You smiled softly.

For a moment he got lost in your eyes, and yours in his. It probably lasted less than a minute yet it felt like a eternity. Neither of you could turn away or say something else. It was comfortable and warm.

All of a sudden your phone rang and your finally blinked and turned away to answer your phone. “Did suna find you?” Jamie immediately asked. “Uh we were talking just now....” you said awkwardly and he stood awkwardly as well. “Ok good if not I was going to give him your number.” She sighed in relief and you rolled your eyes. “Alright I got to go, the kids have school in the morning.” You said and you both hung up.

“So I would love to stay and chat..ya know about the kids but they’re asleep already and they have school.” You mumbled. “No it’s fine I completely get it. School is important...are you available tomorrow? It’s off season for me so I don’t have any rough practices, only gym. I want to talk with you before meeting the kids.” He said and you nodded. “I’ll text you when to come over when I get home.” You told him and he nodded. You both exchanged numbers but Suna didn’t really seem that satisfied.

“Be safe. Text me when you guys get home safe.” He said and his eyes widened. “Okay, I will.” You smiled softly and he saw as you entered your car. You slowly pulled out and you drove away.

“Tsumu has her social media in case you’re curious.” Osamu spoke up causing Suna to jump. “What the hell dude, don’t just scare me like that.” He placed his hand over his chest and Osamu laughed.

“Come on, let’s go.” Osamu said and Suna nodded and walked away.

“Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck.” You muttered and slapped yourself as you drove. Your kids were already asleep so they couldn’t hear you having a mental breakdown on your way home. “Mommy you said a bad word.” Akira pointed out and you glanced at the mirror. “Sorry about that. Don’t repeat it okay?” You asked and she nodded. “I know I know.” She mumbled and look at her signed volleyball with a bored expression. “Is daddy going to be in our lives, now?” She asked and you sighed softly.

“Well we talked and it sounds like he wants to be there for you and nii-chan..he’s going to come over tomorrow while you’re at school so we can talk like adults. Then when you come home he’ll be there to hang out with you guys and you guys can get to know eachother.” You said hopefully.“I don’t like him. Why couldn’t Sakusa or Atsumu be our dad. Even that guy you were with earlier with the suit is fine. But dad is a jerk. He made you cry.” Rini huffed and your eyes widened, were they awake the whole time?

“Hey, I know you don’t know him but your shouldn’t disrespect your father like that. If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t have had you guys. You two are the best things that has ever happened to me. You’re a Suna, once you get to know your dad I know you’ll be proud that I put your last name as Suna not Kageyama.” You told him and he scowled.

“Can you tell us more about dad?” Akira asked and you nodded. “What do you wanna know?” You asked. “Why did you fall in love with him.” Rini immediately asked, “Well he was sweet and funny, he loved anime and we were in the same class. He also taught me how to love volleyball again after my grandpa died.” You said smoothly. “What position did he play? Did he go pro?” They asked. “He was a middle blocker and he was really good. He still is a middle blocker and yes he is pro.” You said and Rini gasped. He’s more of a middle blocker type of fan. And Akira prefers setters. Even when you or Tobio teach them volleyball. They choose those positions.

The whole drive they asked about him and you answered the best you could, you can’t tell them everything but they were satisfied and they had a better understanding. They did get upset with you for not telling Rin that he was a father since the beginning but they understood that he broke your heart and you didn’t really want to see him.

When you got home you texted Rin that you arrived. You quickly bathed your kids. Dressed them in their pajamas and read them a script from the new anime you’re going to be on. (They liked listening to the scripts rather than bedtime stories)

After reading three pages they were already knocked out and you gave them a kiss. You fixed Akira’s fox plush in her arms and made you way to Rini’s bed. He was hugging a green piggy with a crown from the angry birds game and the moon made his face glow. You stood there in shock and you imagined second year Rin sleeping like that with the pig plush with the crown that reminded him of you.

You quickly rubbed your eyes to see second year rin turn back into five year old Rini. “I need some wine.” You muttered and kissed his cheek and fixed his blanket. You took out the phone from your pocket as you made your way to the bathroom to take off your makeup and start your nightly routine.

You chuckled but quickly slapped your hand over your mouth. Why was it so easy to text Rin again after all this time. Isn’t it supposed to be awkward? Why are you so comfortable?

You quickly typed an awkward goodbye and he scratched his head confused but replied goodbye as well. He really wanted to continue talking to you more.

After you changed into your pajamas and finished your nighttime routine you made your way to the kitchen and you grabbed the half full wine bottle.

You held it to your chest as you made your way to your office/studio and began reading the script and answering some emails involving the character you’ll be portraying for the new anime. You celebrated a few weeks back when you got the offer and sighed thinking about this certain character.

You’ve read the manga already but it wouldn’t hurt to re read it to get a better feel of the characater right? You took a sip from the wine bottle as you found the first book of the manga. In your endless shelves of books.

“Alright Emma let’s go on an adventure.” You sighed and began to read The Promised Neverland.

Also don’t forget that I love you and you’re worth it <3 Idk who needed to hear this today :)

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