#she's totally playing up the offended card

[swan-of-sunrise]

...Is Love, Sweet Love (Part II)

Summary: Eight months later, (Y/N) and her daughter Molly have settled in well at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, with (Y/N) teaching a Classical Literature class and six-year-old Molly taking courses while learning more about her telepathic skills. Charles, having fallen head over heels for the school's new professor, debates whether or not to act upon his feelings.

Pairing: Charles Xavier X F!Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Yes, I know, it's slightly unhinged to write a Part II to a one-shot that I published over 2 years ago, but I couldn't get this idea out of my head and here's what I came up with! Again, "What The World Needs Now Is Love" by Jackie DeShannon partially inspired this fic, so you should totally give it a listen if you haven't heard it before :)

…Is Love, Sweet Love May 1980 Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, Westchester (Previous Chapter)

Despite living in his family’s mansion for the majority of his life and spending countless hours of his childhood eagerly exploring its sprawling grounds, Charles Xavier hadn’t truly grown to appreciate the tranquility that the estate provided until he’d re-started Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. The sight of young mutants happily playing on the playground and partaking in group sports without feeling the need to hide their differences away brought a smile to Charles’ face, and the cheerful laughter of his students paired with the beautiful spring sunshine inspired him to once again enjoy his lunch outside with a good book…although, it was difficult to deny that he spent far more time listening in on Professor (Y/L/N)’s nearby Classical Literature class than actually reading his novel.

“Can anyone tell me why the characters of King Lear worship the pagan gods and not any form of Christianity?” (Y/N), who was sitting cross-legged on the grass in front of her small class, arched a brow as she surveyed the silent group of teenagers before her. “C’mon, guys, you know this. We went over the background of the play during our last lecture, and I seem to remember some of you even taking notes…” After a moment, a timid hand went up from the red-headed girl in the front and (Y/N) smiled. “Yes, Jean?”

“The play is set in ancient Britain, long before the arrival of Christianity.”

“Very good, Jean!” Jean Grey’s shoulders relaxed and beside her, her friend Jubilee gave her an enthusiastic thumbs-up. “Now, why would Shakespeare choose to set this play in this specific time period? Think about the time period in which Shakespeare lived, and what the social and political climate in England was like.” A dark-haired boy towards the back of their group raised his hand. “Go ahead, Remy.”

Remy LeBeau lowered his hand and began fiddling with his deck of playing cards as he spoke in his distinct French-Creole accent. “Well, Professor, that was when there was a lil’ trouble brewin’ ‘tween the Catholics and Protestants over there, right? He prob’ly didn’t wanna ruffle any feathers by puttin’ a popular religion in his plays, so he had his characters worship the gods from ol’ Roman mythology; anybody who’d be offended would’ve been long dead, so Willy did what any guy’d do to keep his head on his shoulders.”

Charles smiled to himself as the class laughed and (Y/N)’s lips curved upwards into a reluctant grin. “A little unorthodoxly put, Remy, but you’re absolutely correct. In the play, Lear states that-” She was cut off when the familiar sound of the school bell rang out and her students started to pack their things away. “Remember, on Monday we’ll begin performing your assigned scenes so be sure to work on memorizing your lines with your groups over the weekend. Have a good rest of your day!”

While they laughed and talked amongst themselves, the students headed back towards the mansion for their next class and with a fond smile on her face, (Y/N) looked away from them and finished packing her binders and books into her messenger bag. The novel in Charles’ hand was all but forgotten in favor of admiring his colleague and friend, who’s effortless beauty almost always succeeded in making him stutter over his words and caused him to blush in a way that he hadn’t since he was a schoolboy; she was dressed casually in a striped button-down blouse tucked into a faded pair of high-waisted jeans and well-worn Birkenstocks, with her (Y/H/C) hair pulled away from her face by a blue headband and her reading glasses dangling around her neck by a colorful beaded chain. Charles took in all of her striking figure, but it was her content smile and the happy gleam in her (Y/E/C) eyes that made him release a lovelorn sigh and look down at his lap.

Charles was infatuated with Professor (Y/L/N). Well, it perhaps started out as a simple infatuation, back when she’d first arrived on his doorstep pleading for him to help her daughter; her kindness and caring nature in regards to Molly’s safety and well-being was touching, considering how many parents he’d met who were overly eager to pass their mutant children off to a complete stranger just to be rid of them. After hearing their story, he knew that she couldn’t bear to be separated from her five-year-old and so, he asked that she stay and teach at the school to ensure that they would remain together. That was eight months ago and since then, the infatuation had evolved into a full-blown romantic crush; Charles was captivated by (Y/N)’s capacity for compassion, enchanted by her quick wit and natural beauty, in awe of her progressive idealism in regards to mutant rights and more than appreciative of her boundless consideration in regards to his disability.

Yes, Charles was enamored by his school’s newest professor, but he was also plagued by insecurity. The last woman he was romantically involved with was Agent Moira MacTaggert of the CIA, all the way back in 1962 when he was a dashing young man who’d just earned his doctorate and possessed an egotistical streak wider than the English Channel; nowadays, his ego was tempered and his youthful good looks were beginning to give way to wrinkles and streaks of silver. While a ten-year age gap between two consenting adults was hardly an insurmountable obstacle to a happy relationship, a part of him couldn’t help but think that (Y/N) would be happier with someone younger than him. Both Alex and Hank thought that he was overthinking the situation, and perhaps they were right but whenever he started to consider asking her out, that little voice of doubt whispered on in the back of his mind.

“Hi Charles!”

Looking up, Charles’ face reflexively broke out into a grin when he saw (Y/N) approaching the bench he’d parked his wheelchair beside. “Hello, (Y/N)! Holding your classes outside today, I see?”

“It’s such a beautiful day, so you could hardly blame me for taking full advantage of it.” The professor adjusted the strap of her messenger bag and tilted her head as a teasing smile played across her cherry-red lips. “Enjoying your lunch outside today, I see?”

“Touché, Professor,” Charles chuckled, slipping his bookmark into his novel to mark his place and tucking it into his wheelchair’s saddle pack. “Hank seems to believe that my vitamin D levels are too low, so I decided that eating outside was the quickest way to get our resident worrywart off of my back. Not only did I soak up plenty of sun, I had the added pleasure of listening in on your fantastic lesson on Shakespeare’s King Lear; no offense to the Bard, but it’s refreshing to see an Classical Literature professor teach her students about one of his historical plays instead of one of his romances.”

(Y/N) shrugged nonchalantly, but the way she began to fiddle with her pendant revealed the bashfulness she was attempting to mask. “Well, I remember what it was like being fourteen; you’re around the same age as Romeo and Juliet, yes, but you don’t know a damn thing about love and it’s not easy to understand why they do the things they do.”

“As a former fourteen-year-old, I heartily concur. At that age, I could scarcely understand myself let alone an emotion as complex as love, no matter how beautifully Shakespeare described it,” Charles replied, looking out across the manicured grounds as he recited, “‘My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep-’”

“‘-The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite,’” (Y/N) finished and when their eyes met, Charles’ heart fluttered and he could feel his face beginning to warm; his brows rose in surprise when the professor hastily turned her head to try and hide her besotted smile, a flicker of hope igniting within him at the sight. “I, um, I-I should go and find Molly…”

“She’s at the playground with Alex’s second graders. Speaking of which, I need to speak with Alex about tomorrow’s scheduled book delivery…” Charles awkwardly cleared his throat before giving (Y/N) a tentative smile. “Would you allow me to escort you there?”

(Y/N)’s own smile widened at that. “Of course!”

While Charles wheeled himself along the stone pathway and (Y/N) kept in step with him, they eagerly discussed the school’s ongoing library expansion and all the new books they’d obtained for the students; any progress made at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters filled him with a sense of accomplishment, but expanding his ancestral home’s library was one of his greatest desires and he was thrilled that the children would soon have access to more knowledge than many of the country’s best private schools and universities. (Y/N) was just as excited about the expansion as he was, and he couldn’t help but admire the enthusiasm written across her beautiful features while he listened to her talk about all the lesson plans she’d brainstormed involving their new books.

They reached the playground sooner than Charles would’ve preferred, but his disappointment was set aside by the sight and sound of his school’s youngest students happily entertaining themselves on the elaborate structure; so many of them came from broken homes and were sent away without any second thoughts by families that couldn’t care less about them and while Charles couldn’t change their heartbreaking pasts, he did all in his power to give each and every one of his students a loving home and bright, promising futures. For the first time, I find myself truly understanding the blinding rage that fills Erik in regards to mutant rights, he thought with an inward grimace before glancing over at (Y/N) and smiling as the human woman affectionately watched her mutant daughter play, but that doesn’t mean that I’ve lost my faith in humanity’s innate goodness.

“Hi Mommy!” Molly exclaimed from the top of the structure, a toothy grin stretching across her face as she gave them both an enthusiastic wave. “Hi Professor ‘Zavier!”

“Hi Molly-Bear!” (Y/N) called back while a beaming Charles returned the little girl’s wave with one of his own. He’d always maintained that a good professor shouldn’t have favorites, but no one would blame him if he came out and admitted that Molly (Y/L/N) was – hands down – his favorite student; she was as exuberant and carefree as any human six year old, but her mutant abilities as a psychometric telepath meant that she was more insightful and tended to see the world around her with sage eyes. In truth, Molly reminded him so much of himself when he was a child and knowing first-hand how challenging having telepathic abilities at that age can be, he was grateful that he could help her by teaching her how to control and accept her gifts.

While Charles scanned the playground for Alex, he caught (Y/N) looking over at him and the tender expression on her face nearly took his breath away; she quickly looked away and pretended to adjust the fasteners of her messenger bag, but not before Charles noticed the glimmer of affection in her gorgeous (Y/E/C) eyes. A familiar whistle cut through his racing thoughts and when he glanced over, he spotted Alex leaning against a light pole that bordered the playground; a knowing smirk curved across the younger man’s face, widening as he brought a hand up to his temple and wiggled his fingers to signal for Charles to read his mind.

“I told you so.”

“Alex…”

“(Y/N)’s into you, Charles, and you’re clearly into her. So, what’re you gonna do about it?”

After taking a steadying breath and running an anxious hand through his hair, Charles cleared his suddenly dry throat and hesitantly spoke. “(Y/N)?” The professor looked over at him expectantly and his finger drifted upwards to loosen his shirt’s collar while he clumsily continued. “I, ah…well, I-I was wondering if I…(Y/N), would you and Molly care to join me for dinner sometime? There’s a wonderful Italian restaurant in Salem Center and a little movie theater just down the street from it that I think you’ll enjoy…”

(Y/N) blinked, looking dumbfounded but slightly hopeful as she took a moment to find her voice. “Charles, are you asking me out on a date?”

Charles nodded and offered her the barest of smiles. “Over the past few months, I’ve grown…immensely fond of you; I wake up every morning looking forward to our usual discussions over breakfast, I find myself spending far too much time styling my hair and picking out what to wear in the hopes that you’ll take note and every time you smile at me, my heart skips a beat.” The professor shyly smiled at that and he couldn’t help but lightly chuckle, the weight in his chest already feeling lighter with each confession he uttered. “Yes, just like that.”

“And you…you wouldn’t mind Molly coming along?”

The anxiety that filled (Y/N)’s eyes as she awaited his answer nearly shattered Charles’ heart; based on what little she’d disclosed to him about her past, he knew that she’s struggled with dating as a single mother and he could only imagine how disillusioned with romance she’d become as a result. “Of course not, (Y/N),” He softly replied and in a bold move, he reached forward and took her hand in his. “You two are a team, after all; Molly is your entire world, and I want you to know that I respect that more than anything. It’s also…well, let’s just say that it’s been quite a while since I’ve gone on a date, and I’d…”

“Like to go slow?” (Y/N) gently offered and when Charles wordlessly nodded, she gave him the smallest of smiles before looking over her shoulder and calling out, “Molly? Sweetheart, can you come here for a second, please?” After coming down the slide, Molly skipped over to them and the professor knelt down so that they were eye-level, her hand still holding onto his. “Professor Xavier wanted to know if he could take us out for dinner and a movie. Does that sound all right to you, Molly-Bear?”

The little girl’s head tilted to the side as her (Y/E/C) eyes studied Charles, and he was forced to mask his amused chuckle with a cough when she brought a mitten-clad hand up to her mother’s ear. “Like on a date?” Molly loudly whispered, and (Y/N) pursed her lips to keep from chuckling as she nodded; her daughter lowered her hand to reveal her excited smile and she gave her mother an enthusiastic thumbs-up. “Sounds good to me!” Molly looked back at Charles with a conspiratorial giggle. “Mommy likes you, Professor ‘Zavier.”

Charles arched a playful brow as his eyes flicked between the embarrassed elder (Y/L/N) and the beaming younger (Y/L/N). “She does, does she?”

“Mm-hmm, she likes your eyes and your smile and your hair and your-”

“Okay, young lady, that’s enough out of you,” (Y/N) hastily interrupted, tickling her daughter’s neck with both hands and smiling when she shrieked with laughter and scurried back to the playground. Shaking her head in fond exasperation, she stood and glanced back at Charles, who was trying and failing to muffle his laughter. “Well, I guess that settles it. Does six o’clock this Friday work for you?”

He emphatically nodded. “Yes, of course, it’s perfect!” He felt himself begin to blush at his obvious enthusiasm, and it was (Y/N)’s turn to chuckle as he awkwardly cleared his throat and tried again. “…I-I mean, Friday at six o’clock works for me.”

“Good. I guess that Molly and I will see you then.” The professor turned to walk away but took Charles by surprise when she turned back around and bashfully smiled at him. “I’ve…I’ve grown immensely fond of you too, Charles.”

Before he could say or do anything, she’d bent down and pressed a feather-light kiss onto his cheek, an infatuated gleam in her (Y/E/C) eyes as she flashed him one last smile and left to meet her daughter on the playground. A broad grin slowly spread across Charles’ face and while he watched her walk away, he leaned an elbow onto his wheelchair’s armrest and rested the side of his head against his palm, releasing a love-struck sigh and barely taking note of the familiar figure that moved to stand beside him.

“See what happens when you actually take my advice?”

Charles straightened his posture and glanced over at Alex, who was wearing the smuggest of smiles on his faces as he stared back at him. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re an impertinent ass, Alex Summers?”

Alex’s smirk widened. “Heard it all my life. So, when’s the big date?”

“This Friday at six o’clock. And since you and Hank have taken such a keen interest in my love life, I’ll be requiring your assistance on Friday.” The younger man quickly sobered and with a grin of his own, Charles chuckled and patted his arm. “There’s a good chap. Now, about tomorrow’s book delivery…”

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Although it was a far cry from the hazy evenings spent at Oxford’s many lively pubs and in the company of the college’s most flirtatious female students, Charles’ date with (Y/N) and Molly was undoubtedly the most enjoyable one he’d ever been on. He’d met the mother and daughter in the mansion’s foyer with two bouquets in his hands – daisies for Molly and vibrant pink roses for (Y/N) – and he happily watched them admire their flowers while simultaneously hiding the fact that he was studying (Y/N)’s figure; the professor was wearing a knee-length yellow dress with long billowing sleeves, a bright pink sash tied around her waist and matching high heels, and her carefully styled hair was pulled back by a pink headband. She was beautiful, far too beautiful to be going out with the likes of him, but his fears of inadequacy were quickly alleviated when she looked over at him and smiled.

Hank and Alex drove the three of them to Salem Center in Charles’ maroon 1959 Jaguar Mark IX, the pair of them opting to stay in town and catch a showing of the newly-released The Empire Strikes Back while they dined at La Mensa. Sensing Molly’s apprehension with being around so many non-mutant strangers, Charles distracted her by playing ‘tic-tac-toe’ and ‘hangman’ with her on her paper place-mat and (Y/N) threw him a grateful look as she asked her daughter about her schoolwork; while they enjoyed their food, (Y/N) entertained them with stories of her students’ antics and after some goading by Molly, she even balanced a spoon on the end of her nose much to her daughter and Charles’ delight. After dinner, they made their way down the street to the small movie theater and while many of its patrons were queued up to watch the latest Star Wars film, the three of them decided on watching the re-release of Disney’s Lady and the Tramp; Molly adored the classic cartoon and while Charles was impartial to the film, he thoroughly enjoyed exchanging enamored glances with (Y/N) over the little girl’s head.

Molly fell asleep on the drive home, cuddling against her mother’s side as she lovingly brushed her fingers through her daughter’s (Y/H/C) hair. In low whispers, (Y/N) assured Charles that Molly had a wonderful time and that she hadn’t seen the little girl so happy since before she’d come into her mutation; although aware that Hank and Alex were clearly eavesdropping from their front seats, Charles quietly asked her if she’d care for a quick nightcap in his study after putting Molly to bed, and he was thrilled when she readily accepted his invitation. When they arrived back at the mansion, (Y/N) carried the still-sleeping Molly inside, but not before giving Charles one last smile as he maneuvered into his outside wheelchair.

“So…” Hank arched a curious brow as he walked beside Charles’ wheelchair and steadied it when they reached the top of the ramp, where Alex was waiting with his motorized indoor wheelchair. “How was it?”

“Charming, but I could’ve done without the rather offensive Asian and Italian stereotypes-”

“Not the movie, Charles, the date,” Alex interrupted and when Charles chuckled in amusement at his friends, he leaned a shoulder against the doorway and crossed his arms over his chest. “C’mon, you finally ask out the woman you’ve been head over heels for and you’re not gonna give your two best friends the four-one-one?”

Shaking his head in faux exasperation, Charles shifted himself into his motorized wheelchair and arranged his legs as he airily answered, “(Y/N), Molly and I ate a truly magnificent meal at La Mensa that we followed up by watching a classic Disney film at the movie theater. What more is there to say?”

Alex heaved a sigh but moved to allow Charles to wheel himself into the mansion. “A little help here, Hank?”

“Oh, he’s having far too much fun messing with us to stop.” The scientist tucked his hands into his jacket pockets while a mischievous smirk played on his lips. “But speaking as the school’s resident genius, I couldn’t help but notice the good professor clearly checking (Y/N) out before we left and blushing when she smiled at him just now.”

A reluctant blush warmed Charles’ cheeks at that. “Don’t you two perverts have morning classes to prepare for?”

“Tomorrow’s Saturday, lover boy,” Alex smugly countered, nudging Hank’s arm with his elbow as they walked beside Charles’ wheelchair down the vacant hall to his study. “Well, Beast, there’s no doubt about it: Charles here’s got it bad for our lovely Professor (Y/L/N).”

When they reached his study’s door, Charles nudged it open and wheeled himself inside, but not before giving both men a look of genuine sincerity. “Thank you, for your assistance tonight and for your encouragement; the pair of you can occasionally be a pain in the ass, but tonight couldn’t have happened without you.”

Hank’s smile softened. “You’re welcome, Charles. We’re just happy that we succeeded in making you do something selfish for once.”

“Yeah, you’ve helped us both out so much over the years and it was high-time we returned the favor,” Alex added as he clapped Charles on the shoulder, his earnest expression morphing into a knowing smirk while he continued. “Enjoy your nightcap with (Y/N), and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, lover boy.”

“Oh, and don’t forget protection!”

“Goodnight, gentlemen.”

Chuckling, Alex and Hank left the study and closed the door behind them; after pausing for a moment to take a calming breath, Charles wheeled himself over to the oak cabinet near his cluttered desk and unlocked it, pulling out a glass decanter of scotch and two glasses and setting them down on the coffee table. He bit his lip as his eyes surveyed the messy state of his study, cursing himself for not tidying up earlier, but a part of him knew that (Y/N) wasn’t the type to mind a little clutter; she liked to joke that the best professors had the messiest studies because they spent all their time teaching instead of worrying about how others perceive them. It was the good manners instilled in him from birth that saw him gathering stacks of loose papers, binders and leather-bound books and unceremoniously shoving them behind his desk before lifting himself out of his wheelchair to sit on the couch; with nothing else to distract himself from the anxious anticipation building up within him, Charles plucked the maple-colored queen off the chessboard and nimbly twirled it around his fingers as he waited for (Y/N).

Minutes later, there was a quiet knock on the door of his study and after scrambling to straighten up his chessboard, Charles called out, “Come in!” The door opened and (Y/N) stepped into the room, her gentle smile widening when she spotted him seated on the couch. “How’s Molly?”

“Out like a light.” (Y/N) crossed the room and sat on the couch beside him, her fingers playing with the flowing yellow material of her dress’ skirt as Charles poured their drinks. “She wanted me to tell you that she had a really fun time tonight, and she wanted me to thank you.”

“She’s been working so hard these past few months to complete her schoolwork and training, so if anyone deserves to have a little fun it’s undoubtedly her,” Charles replied, a surge of fondness for his youngest student and her kindheartedness bringing a smile to her face as he turned to (Y/N) and offered her a glass of the amber-colored liquid. “As do you, Professor.”

Accepting the glass, (Y/N) hummed thoughtfully before holding it up and angling it towards him. “In that case…to having fun.”

“To having fun,” Charles repeated, lightly clinking his glass of scotch against hers and taking a sip, his eyes appreciatively roaming along the professor’s figure while she took a sip of the strong liquor. “Do you like it? It’s top shelf scotch whiskey, all the way from Scotland.”

(Y/N) arched a playful brow as she crossed her leg over her knee and angled herself to face him. “Expensive, imported liquor? Are you trying to impress me, Professor?”

“Well, that all depends…” Following his instincts, Charles set his glass down and rested his elbow on the couch’s back cushion, his lips curving into a playful grin. “Is it working?”

Her (Y/E/C) eyes softened and after setting her own glass down, she rested one of her hands on his and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Charles, I was impressed by you before the top shelf scotch, before the fancy Italian restaurant, and before I ever laid eyes on this beautiful mansion.” His brow furrowed in confusion but she merely smiled and rubbed small circles along his knuckles with her thumb. “Eight months ago, the letter that I sent you asking for help with Molly was my Hail Mary; I had nowhere to go and no way to protect my daughter from the people who hated her for who she was, so I decided to write to the one person I knew could help her. And when you sent me a letter back – that incredibly kind and empathetic letter – you gave me hope, hope that I hadn’t felt in so long. So, you see? You managed to impress me before we’d even met, Charles Xavier.”

Charles, touched by her sincerity and feeling a little emotional, reached forward with his free hand and carefully cradled her warm cheek in his palm. “Oh, my darling (Y/N)…you’re not the only one who’s had their hope restored; I gave up any hope for romance not long after I lost my legs, choosing to focus my attention on the school and my fellow mutants. Over these past several months, however, you helped me to see that there was still hope.” His thumb traced along her cheekbone as he smiled and slowly began to lean in. “And now, I would very much like to kiss you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

(Y/N)’s smile widened. “I’d like that very much as well, I just…” He could feel her cheek flush beneath his touch, and a look of embarrassment flashed across her face. “God, it’s been so long since I’ve done anything like this. Would it be silly to say that I’ve got butterflies in my stomach?”

“Not at all, darling. Truth be told, I’m a little nervous myself,” Charles murmured, his eyes flicking away from hers to stare at her enticing lips before glancing back up. “The last time I kissed a woman was in 1962, so you’ll have to forgive me if my technique has gotten slightly rusty over the past eighteen years.”

“Well, we won’t know unless we give it a go, will we?” (Y/N) breathed and her (Y/E/C) eyes burned with desire as they both inched closer. “Charles, dear…please kiss me.”

Wanting nothing more than to please the professor, Charles’ eyes fluttered closed as he tentatively brushed his lips against hers. (Y/N) wasted no time in returning the kiss, kissing him softly and sweetly as her hand left his to rest on the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his hair and eliciting a blissful groan from him; with one hand still cupping her cheek, he rested the other on her waist but soon found himself winding his arm around her in an effort to bring her closer. (Y/N)’s lips were soft and oh so addictive, slowly but firmly caressing against his as her fingers carded through his locks, and Charles surrendered himself over to the woman wrapped in his embrace.

Eventually, they were forced to separate for some much-needed air, the both of them out of breath and almost dizzy from their impromptu make-out session; Charles felt a surge of pride as he took in (Y/N)’s kiss-swollen lips, heaving chest and the dazed smile on her face, and he couldn’t resist leaning forward to lightly rub his nose against hers. When he pulled back, he huffed out a breathless chuckle at the incredulous look that she was giving him. “That’s a rusty technique?”

“Mm-hmm. Dreadful, wasn’t it?”

(Y/N) giggled at his joking question and pretended to consider it. “You know, I think I need another example before I can definitively say.” They both laughed but when Charles moved in for another kiss, a sharp twinge in his lower back caused him to recoil with a hiss of pain. “Charles, are you okay?!”

He mutely nodded, his eyes squeezed shut as he straightened his posture and leaned his back against the plush couch cushions. “I’m fine, it’s just a muscle spasm.”

“Is it…?” (Y/N) trailed off and when Charles finally opened his eyes as the pain began to fade, he could see the worry written across her face. “Is it because of your spinal cord injury?”

“That, and I’m afraid that I’m getting on in years; I’m not as young and spritely as I was in 1962.” Instead of stammering out a string of apologies and getting up to leave as Charles feared she would, the corner of (Y/N)’s lips curved upwards into a lopsided grin that left him slightly confused. “(Y/N)?”

The professor shifted closer to him. “Did you know that Molly’s father was fourteen years older than me?” Charles’ brow rose in surprise and he silently shook his head, watching as she reached over and brushed a lock of hair behind his ear. “You could say that I’ve always had a thing for older men…” Before he could think of something witty to say, (Y/N) swung her leg over his to straddle his lap and rested her hands on either side of his face; Charles couldn’t help but grin and, inspired by her delectable boldness, he placed his hands on her waist to hold her securely to him, his grin widening as her breath hitched. “Go ahead and read my mind if you don’t believe me, but it’s true.”

Shaking his head, Charles rested his head on the back of the couch so that he was staring up at her, softly smiling as one of his hands traveled upwards to cradle her cheek. “I believe you, darling. Would it be too sappy to say that I don’t want this night to end?”

“Not at all, dear,” (Y/N) shook her head before closing the distance between them and captured his lips in another passionate kiss; when they finally broke apart, she rested her forehead against his and returned his blissful smile with one of her own. “We can make this work, can’t we? Balance the two of us with running the school and raising Molly?”

“I believe that you and I can do just about anything, so long as we’re together,” Charles replied, his thumb and forefinger moving to guide her chin forward and pouring all his emotions into another kiss; there was no place on Earth he’d rather be than in the arms of the lovely Classical Literature professor who’d captured his heart and judging by the way she kissed him back, it was clear that she was thinking something along the same lines.

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A/N: I had so much fun dipping my toes back into the Fox X-Men Universe (I still have a massive thing for 80's Charles Xavier and his flowing brown hair lol) and I loved that I finally resolved Charles and (Y/N)'s mutual attraction with this cute Part II! I may or may not have a few ideas for a possible Part III, so let me know if you'd be interested in reading more! Thank you all so much for reading and enjoying!

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[invisible-storyteller]

Everybody wants some (Stiles)

(Also on AO3.)

"Dare," Erica grinned after a moment of suspense.

Lydia rolled her eyes, having anticipated Erica's answer ever since the beta had presented her suggestion of a "fun" game to a very tipsy, and very bored group of college students. It had been the fourth pack night in a row after everyone had finally arrived for their summer break and there were only so many movies they could watch, plus it was still better than Scott's suggestion of spin the bottle. 

Speak of the devil.

"Everyone has chosen dare so far," Scott noted with the faintest pout on his lips, clearly disapproving of the humiliating tasks distributed so far.

Erica smacked her lips, giving Scott a taunting smile. "Fine. I changed my mind. Truth."

"Can she do that?" Isaac questioned but Scott only shrugged, not caring about the rules as long as no one else was forced to drink spoiled milk from a bowl like a puppy again.

"Okay, so..." Allison leaned forward, a foreboding shadow casting over her face that Erica met head-on, "If you weren't with Boyd, who would you fuck out of everyone in this room?"

Erica raised a single eyebrow, visibly unimpressed. "Stiles, duh."

It was almost superhuman how quickly Stiles straightened up in an instant, his mind having wandered off to fantasies of a certain socially inept alpha who had excused himself from his own living room as soon as the pack had settled down to play, and now getting jolted back into reality.

"That's boring. Everyone knows you had a crush on Stiles." Malia piped up from where she rested her head in Kira's lap, the kitsune's fingers carding through the locks of her hair absent-mindedly. 

"You say that like you wouldn't fuck him if you had the chance."

"Of course, I would," Malia shrugged like it was no big deal.

Stiles, on the other hand, nearly choked on his tongue.

"That's not a surprise, either, you actually dated him." Lydia pointed out, and Stiles could only snap his eyes back and forth between the two girls, trying to frantically grasp just when he had lost track of the conversation.

"You don't have to sound so condescending," Stiles mumbled out eventually, his eyes finally pausing on Lydia.

"Oh, honey, you can't be this oblivious."

And Stiles totally wasn't imagining the knowing looks on his packmates' faces. 

"About what?" He asked (damn his curiosity), feeling the usual trepidation that came with the whole 'being in a pack with not-so-mythical creatures' schtick.

Erica only snickered as she cuddled into Boyd's side, mischief dancing behind her thick eyelashes and promising no good. "About how everyone wants to breed you in this pack."

Okay, Stiles definitely choked this time (and Scott may have been a bit too enthusiastic with his back slaps) or maybe he fell asleep and was having the weirdest sexy dream without actual sex happening. Although, Lydia's offended yet conceding glance to the side looked pretty real.

"Wha-at?" Stiles wheezed out very eloquently between two consecutive coughs, and got immediately startled by the fact that Mason was the one to answer.

"Everyone in this pack has been attracted to you at one point," Mason clarified as if it was the most common knowledge in the world. Corey's agreeing nod did not help lift the fog in Stiles's mind at all.

"What."

"Say, Lydia, did you ever think of fucking Stiles?" Erica asked, a sadistic grin spreading wider on her firey red lips.

"Of course," Lydia replied, honest and simple, even flicking her hair for extra effect.

"Since when?" Stiles asked, a little outraged. He had spent many years pining after Lydia, so the fact that she hadn't shared this crucial piece of information with him was a bit of a punch into his teenage self's heart. Oh, and there was that tiny detail that Lydia had a boyfriend.

"Remember when we were hiding in the school from a rogue Peter?"

Stiles nodded, eyes squinting in suspicion as he recalled that dreadful night.

"You remember punching Jackson?"

And just like that, Stiles's jaw hit the ground, funny animation movie sound effects and all that. His chest subconsciously puffed out when he heard Jackson scoff indignantly, and continued to stare at Lydia, feeling like he was seeing her in a completely new light. "Wait, you liked that?! That turned you on?"

"Of course," Lydia parrotted with incongruous disinterest, "Still wouldn't have dated you. But I do enjoy a good display of dominance."

This had to be an alternate universe. Or a hyper-realistic dream, Stiles deduced.

"Okay, that makes... wow, three people who thought about getting all up on this," Stiles said in a daze with a half-aborted gesture to his body. Admittedly, the number was impressive (since he had always assumed it to be zero) but, at the same time, it was far from being the entire pack as Erica and Mason had so confidently claimed.

As if reading his mind, Lydia's sweet voice filled the loft once again. 

"Hey, Ally, didn't you consider dating Stiles at one point?" Lydia addressed the other girl out of nowhere, making Stiles turn towards his long-time friend with a look teetering someplace between pure shock and utter horror.

"Yeah?" Allison's uncertain response launched her into a pensive moment, probably rummaging through her memories before frowning in mild amusement. "That was actually your fault I think."

"Wha-" Stiles opened his mouth to say something along the lines of 'what the fuck' but Lydia beat him to it.

"It was before prom," Lydia reminisced with an honest-to-God smile, "You were insufferable and tried to convince me to go with Stiles. I told you that if you think he's such a great catch, maybe you should be the one going with him."

Allison snapped her fingers as if the memory had been at once revealed to her as well. "Oh yeah. I remember thinking that he would be a gentleman in bed."

"Ugh..." Honestly, at this point, Stiles's brain was officially out of order. Dial-up error noise, no signal sign, all that jazz. He seriously didn't think the night could get any more absurd, but then again, this was his life, with the constant motto being 'fuck Stiles's sanity', so what was he expecting, really?

"I would feel so grossed out right now if I didn't have fantasies about Stiles, too," Isaac revealed nonchalantly, and to that, Stiles had to make a face. "What? I just wanted to see if I can shut you up."

"With your mouth," Erica added with a conspiring smirk. Stiles really hated her right now. She was the one responsible for this whole avalanche collapsing onto poor unsuspecting Stiles in the first place. 

"I had the same thought," Boyd added, apparently joining in on the 'let's wreck Stiles's world' plan, "Although I was planning to shut your mouth with something else."

Stiles's mouth decided at that moment that it was just going to assume a permanent open position, gaping like a fish out of water (cause that was exactly how he felt), which didn't help his case, in hindsight.

"Stiles does have an oral fixation," Malia chimed in, everyone else nodding along like that wasn't news at all.

"Seriously, guys? This- okay, Scotty, help me out here," Stiles pleaded, unsure of how to feel about everything that had been spoken so far, but still solid in the faith for his quasi-brother, "You did not have sexual fantasies about me, right? We're best friends. Brothers from another mother."

Stiles really wished Scott wouldn't have pulled the world's most apologetic and guilt-ridden grimace at that.

"Remember when we went to that pool party in eighth grade?"

Stiles didn't like where this was going, but yes, he could sort of remember. That day marked the first time Stiles had drunk alcohol - some cheap booze their classmate's brother had stashed somewhere in his room. It was also the summer Stiles's body had finally gained some definition so he wasn't too shy about forgoing a shirt.

"You asked me to put sunscreen on your back?" Scott continued with hunched shoulders like he could hide from his own words, and Stiles's eyes popped open in realization.

"Dude."

"That's why I had to go to the bathroom," Scott scratched the back of his neck with flaming cheeks, "Twice."

"Twice?" Liam echoed, and Stiles imagined wrapping his hands around that little pup's throat and just squeezing.

"Stiles's swim shorts were very tight when he got out of the pool," Scott answered sheepishly, and much like a volcano, the pack burst into loud cheers. Stiles was seemingly alone in his mortification, mourning the loss of his innocence and feeling oddly betrayed.

"Since we're being honest," Oh God, why was Jackson talking?, "I did have some dreams about Stilinski, and in my defence, I was still in the closet back then and it was a small locker room, okay? I'm not responsible for my thoughts after seeing what he's packing."

"I did think about making out with him when we were on a stakeout," Theo added, a bit too eager to be part of the pack in Stiles's opinion.

This was all too much. Probably a bigger conceptual change than the discovery of the supernatural's existence. Stiles couldn't help it, therefore, in the following silence where everyone awaited his final reaction with baited breaths, he realized there was only one thing left to do: laugh.

"Okay, wow," Stiles breathed out between bouts of laughter, almost doubling over himself as he clutched his sides, "Nice joke, guys. Really. Prank of the year. Picking on the single pringle in the pack. Did you rehearse this?"

There was something unsettling in the look his packmates shared.

Malia looked around then with a neutral expression and exclaimed. Loudly. "Raise your hand if you ever thought about kissing or fucking Stiles."

Everybody's hands, without exception (Stiles checked), shot up high into the air like they were pulled by strings (Mason might have had to nudge Liam in the side but he, too, raised his hand with eyes downcast in shame), and it was the most out-of-left-field reaction at that moment, but Stiles suddenly felt a glimmer of hope that maybe... no. That was and had always been wishful thinking. Even if, apparently, Stiles was the epitome of bonability in his peers' eyes.

Right on cue, a deep rumble came from the bottom of the stairs, startling absolutely no one besides Stiles who was still momentarily lost in adjusting his worldview.

"What is happening?"

It was truly fascinating how reluctant everybody seemed to answer now in the face of that gruff voice. Stiles, for the most part, could only swallow past the sound of his own rabbiting heartbeat.

"Just playing some stupid game," Jackson deflected as his hands, in comical synchrony with all others', dropped to his sides.

"What game?" Derek pried, arms crossing across his chest and making the muscles bulge threateningly, not that Stiles noticed. 

"It's called... 'Who's thought about kissing Stiles'?" Kira replied with a tamer version of the truth, although Stiles had no doubt that Derek had heard the original statement if his 'what brain-dead moron do you take me for' frown was any indication.

Nervous laughter bubbled out of Stiles, and he clapped his hands for lack of a better idea on how to diffuse the situation. The pack was engaging in some creepy version of a stare-down with their alpha, and from Isaac's uncomfortable squirming, it was evident that the others had felt the uncanny chill of Derek's look, too. Even Stiles had the uncomfortable impression of a noose tangling around his neck, awaiting (perhaps) a sentence or an order, and he was eerily reminded of the early days of knowing Derek. Things had been better in recent years so the current tension in the room was all the more puzzling, especially since the pack rarely acted so unassertive around their alpha.

"Well, at least we know one person who hasn't, right?" Stiles joked weakly in the silence, his smile short-lived against the strangely intense leer on Derek's face.

If anything, their alpha's features hardened at the words, his (thankfully still normal) eyes blazing with a heat that Stiles had never seen outside the throes of battle. It was doing some very ill-timed things to Stiles.

Unsurprisingly, Lydia was the first to stand up, the light shake of her head accompanied by a soft "Oh, Stiles" before she made the smart move and left, rousing everyone else into action. Derek kept glaring at the pack until they dribbled out one by one, some sending Stiles encouragement (like Erica with her thumbs up) but ultimately abandoning him in the loft with a displeased alpha to handle. Stiles gaped after his traitorous friends, arms stretched open in disbelief and no clue about anything that had gone down so far. If there was a way to say "???" out loud, Stiles would have done that right then and there.

"Wha- guys?" Stiles asked just as the metal door violently slid shut. It was thunderous in the otherwise empty loft.

He whipped around swiftly and poked his thumb in the direction of the exit because that felt like the next logical thing to do when a murderous-looking werewolf began to move towards him.

"I guess that means pack night's over so I'll just... Umm..."

Stiles could have sworn that he heard a growl before Derek's eyes bled into ominous red, and it was a testament to how fucked up Stiles's self-preservation instincts had become over the years that those weren't the wolfish features that had Stiles's brain melting into syrupy goo. No, that achievement could only be attributed to the sharp fangs poking out from behind Derek's pink lips, and Stiles was like 95% sure that "How would those feel buried in my skin?" was not a normal thought to have in this kind of situation. 

"Has any of them touched you?"

Stiles shook his head - you know, once he had enough blood there to comprehend the question - and his hands came up unwittingly to put some barrier between him and Derek. "Hold on, what? No! It wasn't that kind of game- oh well, some of your pups were certainly touching in ways that I tried really hard to ignore- hey, you should talk to them about that! You know, privacy, I'm sure you heard... about... that..."

Derek's eyebrows gradually sank lower during his rant while Stiles's mouth slightly opened to help regulate his breathing (and why was that so hard all of a sudden?). Something in Derek's look made Stiles itchy to speak, like he had to defend himself for some reason. "It's not like any of them would actually want to fuck me- Hey, what's with the looming, dude?"

Derek's eyes narrowed wordlessly onto Stiles's chest where the human's heart rate spiked from feeling the solid surface of the door hit his back. He hadn't noticed how fast Derek was crowding in on him, and something about that fact made Stiles think of one of those National Geographic documentaries. You know, where the gazelle gets mauled.

"Dude, if you want me to leave, just say so. You don't gotta go all Michael Myers on me-"

"Would you let them?" Derek slurred around his fangs, eyes meandering like he was trying to catalogue all of Stiles's (very straightforward and very communicative) reactions, "Would you let anyone in the pack fuck you?"

Stiles shook his head so fast, he almost felt dizzy afterwards.

Derek's eyes faded back to green then, and he withdrew his body heat that Stiles hadn't even taken note of up until that point. With the proximity confiscated, Stiles felt a tinge of disappointment as well as a buttload (hah) of confusion - the same emotions somehow getting reflected back at him in Derek's eyes before the werewolf sculpted his face into his usual neutral look. 

Stiles had never had a more life-changing lightbulb moment before (previous truth or dare game included), and he felt the urge to facepalm at himself.

"I mean, it depends..." Stiles trailed off, Derek's hostile yet curious eyebrows making a reappearance. "I, um..."

Instead of bothering with words, Stiles licked his bottom lip as a test and delighted when Derek's eyes followed the movement with failing restraint. With a sudden burst of confidence, he pushed away from the door and violated Derek's personal space as much as he could get away with without actual touching. 

"Raise your hand if you have a crush on Derek Hale.

Derek frowned, his eyebrows doing some weird high jumps when Stiles sneaked a hand up into the air and wiggled his fingers for emphasis. This time, when the werewolf's eyes caught his, they were consumed by darkness instead of alpha red but were no less promising. And when Derek grabbed his wrist and yanked him forward, literally tripping Stiles into a kiss, that was something Stiles was for once expecting and welcomed with an eager moan. 

As it turned out, nobody wanted Stiles as much as Derek Hale did.

And out of all the reveals that day, that was the only one that truly mattered to Stiles.

[webslingingslasher]

i’m seated for some sneak peaks of things you have in the drafts hehe

here's a blurb for munch frat!peter:

'hand this card to the last person to eat pussy.'

tarrent has a gleam in his eye as he proudly pushes it into peter's chest. 'drink up, bro.'

you're not watching, the content of your cup is more interesting. but you're listening to see exactly how peter plays this one off because he hasn't even tried- let alone offered to go down on you.

peter hands the card back. 'nah, i don't do that.' he says it like it's a joke and his friends laugh with him, like he's too humble to accept the crown title of carpet muncher.

---

here's a blurb for hockey!peter fighting for his life over a jersey

'hey, can i have a kiss?' the audacity. you cross your arms again and look to the side, 'no.' peter frowns, you lean away when you feel his lips on your cheek.

'no? not even after i just won?'

'you didn't deserve it.' you grumble it from the side of your mouth, peter catches it and feels offended. 'don't get pouty and tell me i deserved to lose.'

you turn to him, your eyes screamed fire at him. 'don't humilate me and demand a kiss then.'

---

here's a blurb for cherry!peter who's doing the best he can to make cherry's sex dream come to life

'i've been so good, haven't i been so good for you?' peter can sense a little bit of a praise kink in you, it's fitting. 'you're always good for me. you're my good girl, aren't you?'

a whimper, it's so much better when it's real. 'i'm your good girl.' a harsh grind, you clutch peter's forearm while you throw your head back. 'yeah? that feels good?'

'call me your pretty baby.' peter doesn't know where the direction is coming from but he likes it. 'does my pretty baby feel good?' an audible moan, he's fucking perfect at this.

---

here's a blurb for bf!frat!peter with a girlfriend who should always come first

peter is totally saving you for last and you're about to go nuts on him. sure, there might be a line of people and sure, you might be the one in the least danger but you're owed some sort of urgency.

'hello?' you call it out, you sound impatient. 'spider-man?' you are impatient. you call for him again, he holds up a hand and you gasp. 'oh you little- spider-man, you better come help me right now or i swear to god i'll...' you have no real threat. 'just don't tempt me!'

peter doesn't come help you, he's still helping an older woman and you're about to throw yourself into a fire for some attention. 'excuse me? i'm looking for my boyfriend, have you seen him?'

---

here's a blurb from that blurb... you know... the one where peter has hooked up with trouble's friend?

if peter was a brat, he'd say that you're not supposed to be talking to him. instead, he extends his hand out and watches heavy footing beat up the staircase. the second his door slams, his best friend is asking what the fuck happened with his eyes.

'she's mad at me.' his door swings open, you shout down to him. 'i'm not mad! we're broken up!' another slam. ethan's expecting a lot more from peter than a shrug. 'no we're not.'

his door hits the wall, another scream, 'yes we are!' a third slam, this time, he's got two friends coming out of their rooms and glancing between his bedroom door and the lower level where peter had crossed arms.

'what's going-' peter flails his arms around, trying to stop the impending question and what he knows is all you need to give him a round two, but worse because now you're no longer in public.

a sheepish grin crosses over a brother's face when his door explodes open, peter thinks there might be a hole behind his door where the handle matches up perfectly.

---

here's a blurb where ethan walks in on sexy time :(

'liar! he saw me from behind!' you know he did, it was all on show. everything's ruined. peter's trying his best to be soothing. 'hey, even if he did, he won't say anything. it's ethan, you know ethan.'

you do. that's why it's so bad. the reminder makes you cry harder, peter connects the dots. 'oh jeez, trouble. here, come give me a hug.' it's a pathetic reach, you want nothing more than to be locked away in his hold, hidden and secret from the outside world.

'he-' you suck in air, curling in even closer to peter as if you weren't on his lap already. 'he saw me having sex.' you pull peter's arms tighter around you, it almost hurts it's so tight. it's what you need.

'i know, baby. i'm so sorry.' at least he's being honest.

'how much did he see?' peter doesn't know either, he was a little busy underneath you. he just knows the second he saw his door open, his instinct was to protect you.

'very little.' you feel kisses over your head, 'please stop crying.'

---

here's a blurb where nerdy!peter has no filter when he's drunk

'hi, honey.' you hold his arm tightly, 'don't lean over.' bending at the waist you reach for the keys, peter groans and shouts an exaggerated 'oh my god!'

you fly up, the metal tucked between your fingers. 'what?' you look around, peter's busy staring down your skirt while his teeth sink into his bottom lip. 'your ass is so nice.'

you suck in a deep breath and ignore the flush of warmth covering your chest. 'thank you, petey.' you ignore the slight shake in your hand when you shove the key in.

peter's door gets stuck a lot and you have to shove your shoulder into it a little. while you're doing your best to raid the door, a hand slides up the back of your thigh and gives you a tight squeeze. you jump and yelp, your hand reaching back to throw his off.

'peter!' he giggles and turns his head like you wouldn't be able to see him anymore. 'i just wanted to touch it a little.' peter's fingertips lightly drag up your thigh, you slap it away again. he giggles harder, the sound bubbles out of him.

'i'm trying to get us inside, leave my butt alone.' you have his promise, and you nudge the door a little, a sharp smack has you wipping around to face him. peter shoots his hands up, 'last one, i promise! that was the last one!'

[philialoving]

❝𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬!❞ 𝐟𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

a/n: so maybe I shouldn’t have bought the large boba tea

“some crab sticks sound really good right now,” dazai grumbles as he holds his stomach, finally getting out of the agency to the alleyway behind.

he rests his back on the wall, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, “you can come down now.”

at the silence, dazai quirks his eyebrow with a smile.

a figure drops from above the walls and the air brushes across dazai’s face gently, “looking fresh today,” he smoothly says and you turn to face him and he smirks, “y/n.”

you huff, crossing your arms, “you’re no fun!”

a chuckle erupts out of his chest and he walks towards you, “it’s not like you actually thought you caught me off guard, did you?”

the way you roll your eyes answers him and he laughs, ruffling your hair.

“still a long way for that, my love, but I am sure you can do it,” he muses.

you glare at him and dazai presses his lips to your forehead, “oh come now; I am risking getting fired to meet you in this alleyway. quite the scandal, don’t you think?”

“you make it sound like I work for the port mafia, ‘samu plus you never actually do paperwork.”

yeah, you don’t.

you work in another organization that’s more on the vigilante side and only comes out when necessary. still, you were considered as a pillar as much as the port mafia and the detective agency.

and that’s how he met you.

on a fateful day, when all forces had to join against the guild, he saw you. you were put to do the analysis and planning along his side and ranpo’s.

he didn’t know what to expect out of you, but he sure as hell wasn’t disappointed.

you were captivating to watch in battle (when needed) and absolutely brilliant , and he just had to pop the question, “would you do me the honor of joining me in a double suicide? your beauty would be quite the sight to view as I take my last breaths!”

he didn’t expect you to laugh, moreover for it to turn into a gentle smile and for you to pat him on the head, “you’re cute.”

you turned on your heel to think the plan through even more and dazai was left with ranpo crunching on some chips in the back.

“she totally treated you like a kid.”

“can we not talk about my failures as a man?”

and so that’s how the dynamic between you went, one of a patient and kind soul dealing with a whiny child.

“y/n! y/n! do you want to go out with me sometime tonight?” he asks, eyes filled with hope.

you shake your head gently, “how about you go hang out with atsushi, sweetheart? i am sure he would like your company.”

“but—I want to hang out with you,” the frown and sadness are basically dripping from his voice.

you wave your hand softly, “I am little busy now, honey; you can go play cards with ranpo-kun?”

he looked at you blankly, “…just how old do you think I am?” desperately trying to make his voice as light hearted as possible.

“hm?” you look at him and his slight irritation completely goes away but you answer his question nonetheless, “I was told you were a lot younger than me.”

“like about…?”

“6 to 7 years apparently,” you hum and he is confused; you look so young.

he knows it’s rude, like really rude to ask a lady her age, but he is just itching to know, “I don’t mean to be rude…but—“

“I am 24.”

he looks at you puzzled, and a little offended but he hides that with a pout, “they told you I was 18?”

you nod.

“and you believed them?”

you nod, a little confused and dazai is just wondering about how the hell are you the confused one here.

“do I look that young?”

“yeah,” you reply cautiously before speaking up softly, “…have I offended you?”

he purses his lips and takes a deep breath.

“I am sorry—“

he laughs, cutting you off, “I am actually flattered but I am the same age as you!”

it’s like you did a complete 180, “you sure don’t act like it.”

“pardon?” his smiles a little hesitant now.

“you act like an enfant on steroids, no wonder I was convinced you were younger.”

“oh? so it’s my fault?”

“undeniably so,” you insist before waving him off, “go play somewhere else.”

stubbornly, he takes a seat right beside you, “nope, I actually quite like it here.”

you groan and dazai already counts it as a little victory.

you both sit in silence but then dazai pulls back abruptly gasping, “what—you—why?!”

you giggle, pulling back with a satisfied hum, “now we are equal,” you smile (more like smirk, you little minx, he thinks) twirling the pen in your fingers, “to more rounds of annoying each other!”

he looks at his hand, utterly shocked and offended.

you drew a freaking penis on his hand.

he can’t help the pout that settles on his lips and he, truthfully, has the right to be mad so he grumbles, “and you said I was immature.”

you look at him, contemplating whether to answer him or not but you settle for yes, “it was a little experiment of mine.”

“oh really? how so?” he huffs as you stand up. it’s endearing to you how irritated he is, especially that he is mostly all charming and calm.

you nod, “I wanted to see whether you’re cute or not while pouting,” you chuckle at his face, “and I was correct: you��re pretty cute,” you move away with the slight wave of your hand.

meanwhile, dazai was left gaping. whether at the fact that you called him cute or the smiling penis on his hand, he doesn’t know.

he didn’t know that the rounds will continue till how long forever lasts for the both you.

and he also didn’t know that he would end up with you a couple of weeks later and to his surprise and absolute happiness, you made the first move, but right. dazai was left with no choice but to finally follow his heart and wish that bliss will follow along.

[cblgblog]

Hey. so that AU where Lilia Calderu is trying to ignore the world and do her thing in quiet in the early 2000s when her past and future self keep showing up to yell at her until she blinks and finds herself on the streets of Sokovia staring down two small recently orphaned and now homeless children, one of whom has the most terrifying magical aura about her. Or the Maximoff twins, raised by Lilia, and oh how they'd annoy the Avengers.

Oh my God, the chaos though. So much chaos.

Orphaned children who do not know who this random crazy woman is, and why should we go with you? Lilia who’s like, because I’m sick of talking to myself about you, that’s why. But also magics up some decent, warm clothes for them, some food. And hey, you’re welcome to stay in this Sokovian orphanage that looks like the most Dickensian, stereotypically bad orphanage I’ve ever seen, and I’ve lived a really long time.

Wanda and Pietro who think for awhile that Lilia must’ve been in some kind of explosion too. At least something that caused a head injury. Because they’ll be having a perfectly reasonable conversation—by Lilia standards—and then Lilia will just blurt out these random things that make no sense. They’re honestly kinda terrified she’s an escaped mental patient, especially when she starts going on about how Wanda’s a witch with all this untapped power.

“Like on Bewitched?” Because of course that’s where Wanda takes it.

And, mistake, because then there’s this 20 minute rant about how offensive and demeaning and stereotypical that show is, that the kids are just staring at wide-eyed, hoping Lilia interrupts herself with one of her random bits of gibberish. Alas, no dice that day, so they have to suffer her entire spiel about how terrible that show is, which just leaves Wanda deeply offended because shut up, she likes that show.

Pietro just, I don’t like it either, I told her it was stupid. Which gets him a “Good boy,” and a pat on the head from Lilia, not unlike what you’d give a dog.

Twins who think she’s absolutely lost it with this witch stuff, okay, okay, clearly Lilia has some weird ass hidden talents, but Wanda sure doesn’t. Until Lilia coaches Wanda into reading her mind, just a little bit, and oh, okay well, this is new. Wanda who immediately wants to learn more of that please, but no, nope, we’re starting out small, kiddo, you don’t need to be reading your brother’s mind.

Wanda asserts that there’s no trouble there, Pietro’s head is totally empty after all, and then Lilia’s refereeing a bickering match between 10-year-olds and just, sigh.

Lilia telling people that these are her poor, oh so tragically orphaned niece and nephew, and threatening to hex Pietro when he says grandchildren might be more convincing. She also totally uses them in her act, for cuteness and sympathy, oh how about a reading so I can feed my poor little orphan niece and nephews? Did I mention they were orphans?

Pietro grumbling about the unfairness of why Wanda gets cool witch powers and he doesn’t. They’re twins after all; shouldn’t he be a wizard or something? Wanda who lords her new skills over him at first, haha, look what I can do, then realizes that 1, it actually does make him feel bad, and 2—more importantly—he’s gonna be really boring to play with and unable to keep up with her if she doesn’t throw him some sort of bone.

Lilia comes down to breakfast one morning and suddenly Pietro has speedster powers, because of course he does, sigh. Well, that was nice of you, Wanda, sharing is caring, but also never do that again. Partly because it’s incredibly reckless and dangerous, mostly because it’ll now make my life even more complicated.

Lilia meeting up with a fellow witch for something, someone who clocks what Wanda is, or has the potential to be, and just, you have the most powerful magical being in the universe, someone who might be on track to destroy the world, you have this kid hanging out with you in your dumpy little shop shuffling tarot cards?

Lilia’s offense at that, I have a scared, orphaned child with me, who yeah might destroy the world, jury’s still out on that, but who is much, much more likely to do so if she’s running around with all this power and no training. Also, my shop is not dumpy, shut the fuck up.

Kids who are utterly thrilled when Tony Stark is missing and presumed dead, and look at Lilia with complete disgust when she has one of her walkabout moments and tells them Stark isn’t actually dead, he’s gonna come back and be a superhero and they’re gonna help save his life soonish. Twins just, no, absolutely not, thanks but no thanks, mom, we refuse, take away our allowance if you must but no.

And then stuff happens and they end up in New York where all these aliens are causing trouble and they wind up stopping Tony from having to fly into space with the nuke—he still makes the sacrifice play, he still tries to do the right thing, he just gets his play interrupted by a girl in a Hot Topic getup who’s really good at stopping missiles from going off, huh, who knew, where’d she learn that? Which stops Tony from having his Thanos visions and embarking on his descent into paranoia and ‘I must save the whole world by myself even though I literally just joined a team of really powerful co-workers who’s whole thing is helping each other save the world.’ Which ultimately stops the Civil War from going like it did, which in turn means the Avengers are whole and united when Thanos comes to Earth, and are able to stop him. Which stops the Snap, which stops Endgame, which means Tony doesn’t die.

So, Lilia is once again always right, much to the annoyance of the twins who really weren’t that interested in saving Tony’s life but eh, whatever, pluses and minuses to everything.

Also, Stephen Strange showing up at Lilia’s door at some point to discuss the twins because Lilia just, yeah, yeah, Sorcerer Supreme, whatever, such an ego, no, you’re not just whisking my kid off to your little health spa in Tibet, yeah, no, that’s not happening.  If you do, you're gonna have to take him with you, they're a package deal, yes even if he doesn't have magic.

Strange meeting Pietro and just, yeah, maybe I don't actually wanna do this after all, maybe we can discuss some kind of alternate arrangement for continuing her training.

[p-perkeys]

Auraki Analysis Post Because I Feel Like Yapping:

In retrospect, I feel like Aurora has been the only one Akihiro has been with in which he expresses in various ways having a full, all-around attraction to her. That's definitely not to say he's never been attracted to anyone before. He definitely expressed genuinely caring about Mystique in Dark Wolverine and also Johnny Storm. He was intrigued by Donna. And I think where he was at mentally plays a huge role in how those relationships ended. But, as it stands, I noticed several things throughout the Auraki era that point to her being the first of a lot of things for him.

Unfortunately, I feel like the bulk of good content related to their relationship began and ended in X-Factor. And what I mean by that is Leah Williams did a great job at writing the slow burn, and they've been drawn together ever since, but we don't get to see a ton of interaction that's meaningful to specifically their romance since X-Factor. But I did my best to gather the receipts. Anywho.

Starting here, from the beginning. Akihiro hasn't even met her yet, but he's gushing over a bit. It isn't the first time he's found someone physically attractive. I'm thinking of Miss Sinister reading his thoughts and making enough of a comment to reveal his physical attraction to her (I think that's the first on-panel of him reacting that way.. again, only on-panel, not saying it never happened before, as I'm sure it did). We know about the one-night stand with Carl and Akihiro's real feelings. Sure there were many others. BUT. That was a thought he had, and here he's talking to a total stranger. Could be nothing, but knowing where their relationship ends up going, I think it's meaningful.

I just posted this, but in different context. I actually do think it's a pretty big deal that Akihiro was so forward with Jean-Paul. Again, this is before Akihiro even meets Aurora. He has no idea if he has a chance with her or if she'll want him too, but he seems pretty set on shooting his shot. Warming up her family is a big step. For him, at least. I also feel like this banter is in his nature. Thinking now of how he shit-talks the Fantastic Four while he's with Johnny. It's his love language to the family.

Here's where he was trying to get information out of her and messes it up by offending her. This always stood out to me because Akihiro's never really been shown as anything other than a smooth-talker who can basically get what he wants. He's attractive. Seductive. He's charming. He has pheromone abilities. But here, he falls victim to a classic foot-in-mouth scenario. That's out of character for him, but hindsight is 20/20, and knowing how much he cares about her speaks volumes. He was nervous and lost his edge. I also use this as confirmation that he never manipulated her with pheromones *because* of the fact that he didn't just weed the information out of her.

There was one time I had a little thread going about all the times Akihiro told people they didn't smell good. Obviously he talks a lot of shit and I don't think he meant it all those times, it's an easy insult to throw at someone. BUT. I found his rather detailed description of her personal scent to be telling of that, because it does seem to be a thing he's sensitive to and something he would consider. Again, this goes to the beginning about being over all attracted to her.

I remember people were mad about this panel when it came out because they said it was disrespectful to David, but knowing what I know now, they're definitely trauma bonded and they're both seeing each other defend something bigger than themselves. They're now tied by the secrecy of both having killed, having some kind of murder pact, and all their cards are on the table. She's matched his level and she didn't run away from him. I think this night is definitely what sealed it for them.

Anyway. That's it. I was gonna add other panels, but I'll keep it as just X-Factor for the time being.

[aballadforbarbatos]

a gift for satan, the master tutor

btw this one is like. 80 points long so gl with that. i had fun with it though! hopefully you do too ^.^

“listen. satan. let’s go out.”

his brain totally stops at that. nobody else seems to notice- did you whisper it? he can’t quite remember! he needs to reboot his brain, hold on a second MC

“hellooo? satan? i asked if you wanted to go out with me to town? on a shopping trip?”

so not a date then. WELL NO WONDER NOBODY LOOKED OVER AT THEM BECAUSE YOU WEREN’T ASKING IN THE FIRST PLACE

there also wasn’t a single question there, so he can’t help but suspect you were trying to tease him with the possibility of reciprocated love…

you smile at him. he thinks about saying no in retaliation. but then… what if asmo goes with you instead… or mammon… can he really risk that? no.

great day in town too btw. nice and warm and peaceful. you say something about how lucifer would give you his credit card if you got 100% on all your exams, and you did! satan thinks about how lucifer is such a goddamn sap when it comes to you. grow a backbone, loser

“so where are we going?”

“clothes shopping!”

ugh. he hates clothes shopping. it’s so boring, and he has enough in his wardrobe. so do you actually, why are you choosing to go CLOTHES shopping with lucifer’s credit card?? you already have enough?!

he voices this. but nicely. you shake your head and laugh.

“no, silly! we are going clothes shopping for YOU.”

we what now

“no offence, and i mean this with my whole heart, but your clothes are so incredibly ugly. it always looks like you got dressed in the dark. this belt looks like the one i had when i was 11.”

ok, rude

“it’s a good thing you’re a demon bc your closet is a sin in itself”

:( he thinks it looks nice!

“tbh i am embarrassed to be out with you looking like that, but for today it's fine because it’s for the greater good”

apparently it does not look as nice as he originally thought. ok

well, it’s lucifer’s credit card, and he gets to spend the day with you, so it COULD be worse

majolish is up first

he does a lot of standing around while you play around with clothes

“it’s kinda hard to see how this would look on you because your jacket is so goddamn ugly. can you take off your shirt for a second”

TOTALLY misses the flirtatious tone in that sentence and is just offended instead

then it clicks what you asked him. but he still doesn’t get what you were talking about and just gets nervous

“mc we are in public?????????”

you give him a Look.

he doesn’t understand why (he will hours later) (he will burst into your room while there’s another brother in there and say “i’ll take my shirt off for you mc!” and pull it off and the brother will punch him in the stomach. i’m thinking of mammon when i write this)

you find a sales attendant

“hey so i’m gonna burn all his current clothes because they’re awful”

you gesture at his outfit

YOU’RE GOING TO BURN ALL HIS CLOTHES??

WHY IS THE ATTENDANT NODDING LIKE SHE UNDERSTANDS??

“the jacket is distracting me because it’s ugly. can you help me out here?”

“have you tried taking it off?”

“i asked but he whined”

YOU DIDN’T ASK DON’T LIE AND DON’T LIE ABOUT HIM?

the attendant purses her lips but keeps her mouth shut. probably because he’s the avatar of wrath

“it’s so terrible because when you look at his face he’s hot, but then you look at the rest of his outfit and realise you value your dignity more. imagine how much of a heartthrob he could be if he didn’t permanently look like he was getting dressed in the dark!”

mc. what the fuck? HE’S NEVER HEARD SUCH A BACKHANDED COMPLIMENT

“i see. this could cost a lot of money…”

“it’s okay. we have his dad’s credit card.”

he’s going to strangle you. he starts thinking about how to kill you. au revoir mc. it is the end of your life. you will not get a gravestone.

then he remembers how much he’ll miss you. FUCK.

satan settles for a very strong glare. scowl and everything

“um. what size is he?”

“great question. satan take off your shirt so we can find out”

he does not. he still doesn’t get it. he does know his size though so he lets the demon know and then she does her thing.

then it’s trying on clothes. DAMN he hates this. this is terrible and SO BORING. how tf does asmo do it

it takes forever too :(

the demon whispers in your ear.

“hey satan have you tried wearing pants that fit you so we don’t have to suffer through the ugly belts you choose”

at least asmo isn’t here with you???

he finishes shopping with you at SEVEN O’CLOCK. HE SPENT NINE HOURS SUFFERING THROUGH THIS

you even asked if he could wear one of his new outfits out of the store and fold up the other one, and that’s how he ended up wearing something more “stylish”

you pay for them to deliver his new clothes to the house of lamentation via truck because you decide you can’t be bothered carrying the boxes.

not that it would be possible there’s like 20 there and they’re NOT small

“i feel like we’ve hit the spending limit on lucifer’s card even though it doesn’t have a limit”

honestly he feels like that too. but he’s a lot less remorseful about it than you apparently are

you grab his hand and squeeze it and look at him with such a lovely warm smile that it makes this whole day worth it.

you really wipe away all his suffering with a smile. this is really bad for him, satan is in for a whole world of trouble with you

you squeeze his hand

augh he’s so in love with you this is terrible. but so GOOD at the same time it’s a complicated thing don’t ask him to explain it

“now we get to go home and have fun!”

have fun…?

OH RIGHT YOU’RE GOING TO BURN ALL HIS CLOTHES HE TOTALLY FORGOT

“we don’t have to go that far”

“no we do. we can get belphie and asmo in on it too!”

so that’s how he’s spending his saturday night. burning all his clothes.

asmo says this is a celebration and brings music

belphie brings gasoline

asmo says that it’s fabric so there’s no need for gasoline

belphie pours more on the clothes like he’s making a point. satan has no idea what the point is

you bring out the rest of his clothes and tell him to kiss them goodbye

“can i at least keep the jacket?”

loud sigh from you! whY??

“ok sure whatever. now lets light these things on fire!”

asmo and you are having a great time. belphie is watching them all go up in flames from his spot on the ground

lucifer comes out and yells at you both but you’re too busy dancing in front of the fire to pay attention

“dance with me?”

satan feels a smile tug at his lips as he takes your hand.

he’s in love with you.

he’s so in love with you.

his heart will beat for you forever, taken in by your evil doings and gentle ways.

and tonight he’ll dance with you until the flames subside and you tell him to stop.

[next-autopsy]

A/N: Well, hi there! I couldn't add these interactions in without writing an absurd amount to fit it in properly, but I still really wanted to add them, so here, have these little scenes instead. The first one takes place just after Birdie tells everyone when her birthday is and her and Joe have a little side conversation. The second is a little moment between her and George at the birthday game night he throws for her.

let me know what you think x

As always, based on the hbo show/actors portrayal, no disrespect intended.

TW: nothing

Tags: @malarkgirlypop , @panzershrike-pretz

Made of Glass

Chapter twenty and a half

Bernadette, Toye and Guarnere were some of the only people left in the mess hall. The woman had finished her food a while ago but was waiting for her friends to catch up. Bill was the last one, he got rid of his tray and came back to the table. Birdie saw him approaching and stood but was quickly stopped, “Sit down, missy.” Toye spoke up. He had a few questions for the young lady. 

“Yeah, you got some explaining to do.” Bill added, sitting back down across from her. 

“Am I in trouble?” She looked at the faces of her friends that were currently studying her. It made her feel like a child who had been pulled into the principal's office. 

“What the hell happened between you and Liebgott?” Toye spat out. He was a tad upset she hadn’t told him, after all, weren’t they best friends?

“Oh.. uh… nothing?” Birdie tried to play it off but she knew she couldn't avoid this forever. The issue was trying to explain something she herself didn't quite understand.

“Forgive me for not believing that.” Joe rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“No really… It was-” Birdie began, but she was cut off.

“What was? What happened?” Bill inquired, he was getting sick of the pretending game, he just wanted straight answers.

“He apologized. That’s all.” 

“Bullshit.” Both men hissed out in tandem. 

“Excuse me?” Birdie was taken aback, why were they so angry? She was allowed to make friends with whomever she wanted. Did they know something she didn't? Had Liebgott spoken to them about her? Suddenly she was flustered and bashful, looking down to avoid the men staring at her. 

“If all he did was apologise, why are you blushing?” 

“I’m not!” Her hand flew up to her cheeks to check their warmth, eyes wide and mouth parted.

“Yes, you are.” Guarnere responded, “Do you like him or something?” His eyebrows were raised, he genuinely didn’t know the answer. Toye on the other hand scoffed, of course she did, he thought that much was obvious.

“What?! No,I-... t-that's crazy!” Birdie was great at bluffing in games, not so much real life. Games had rules that were easy to understand. Life was more complicated. 

“Oh my god, you do!” Bill whisper-yelled accusingly.

“Jesus, Birdie.” Toye already knew this information but he was still mildly disappointed, “Seriously? Of all they guys… Him? Really?” His tone was so judgmental and Birdie was starting to get offended. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” Her voice went up an octave. 

“You could do so much better.” Bill and Joe spoke at the same time, giving her the same answer.

—-------------------

“Here. It ain’t much cause you totally sprung this on me.” George handed over a bit of folded over card, “But happy birthday, Little Bird.” The front had a doodle of a pigeon type bird wearing a birthday hat and the inside was covered in scribbles from nearly every man in Easy, all wishing her a happy day among other sentimental comments. She read a few but tears formed in her eyes pretty quickly and made them blurry so she was forced to stop.

“Next year we’ll take you drinking.” Luz joked, playfully pushing at her shoulder before noticing the trail of watery tears rolling down her cheeks. 

“Hey, please don't cry on your birthday.” The radioman stepped closer to Bernadette, taking her in his arms and pulling her close. He rubbed his hands up and down her back, soothing the birthday girl. 

“I’m sorry…. I just- I miss my folks a-and…I….” Birdie sobbed, trying her hardest to breathe at a normal tempo, “Luz you're like family to me. I love you.” 

“Well now you're gonna make me cry, you sap.” He chuckled at the emotional girl curled up in his arms, “I love you too.”

A/N: I just couldn’t stop picturing George taking the card and pen round to every guy in Easy and forcing them to write something for Birdie!

Also the next real chapter might take longer than usual, love y'all x

~ next-autopsy ~

Chapter twenty one

[battlfofendorr]

The Best Intentions

Summary: The 11th Street Gang is on lunch break, and Vig suffers from a case of premature hotsaucelation.  PG for hints at crude humor?

IDK man still trying to figure this weird little alien brain out.  Some of it is playing for laughs, but there’s consistency underneath it, okay??

#

It’s not that Vigilante wants to miss the cues that make him feel like he’s speaking a foreign language  - or, rather, everyone else around him is. It’s that his brain defaults to literalism, and there’s nothing short of a full-frontal lobotomy that can change it.

Even then, he’s had enough blows to the head and assorted stab wounds that if a little scrambling about inside his skull was going to change something, it would have done so a long time ago.

No, the things that make him different are inherent – innate.  His mind spins off on currents and tides unfathomable to most people. Even himself, sometimes. Sad little boats in a duck pond instead of the open sea.

The words get ahead of him, or chase down a pattern structure that he doesn’t really understand, and then he’s left holding a bag of metaphorical cats – each one squirmy and adorable and in need of…

No, that saying doesn’t make much sense, does it? Why would anyone want a bag full of cats?

He’s not dwelling, as the 11th street gang banter around the lunch table, celebrating a recent win. He’s just wishing – a little – that he was in on the jokes.

It doesn’t help that people have a way of saying so many things that don’t really add up. That absurdism reigns supreme in English, a hodgepodge of things taken at face-value and metaphors that make it impossible to understand or follow along.

He knows aphorism, and alliteration, and metaphor. He has read lists of those commonly used impractical phrases, memorized their general meanings.  But it’s not something he recognizes – not something he follows. Not something he translates automatically.

It’s like asking how someone is doing, when you don’t really want to know. It’s because it’s what people do.

And so many of his attempts to blend in to it – to mimic, to copy, to just be a person – go awry.

That’s why he’s holding a bottle of hot sauce, staring down Economos, stiff, unsure what the joke is – unsure if he should be laughing or offended. Unsure if should be a gut-buster, or a polite chuckle, or a roll of his eyes like Harcourt always does, like she’s too cool to laugh, but still in on the joke.

He’s absolutely positive that if he gets it wrong, everyone will notice.  And it’s a rigged game, because it’s pure chance, and he’s missing half the cards that would tell him what to do.

And they get so impatient – so annoyed – when he gets it wrong.  Especially when he’s the one attempting a joke. They demand, Why is that funny? Ask him if he’s a total moron.  Insist he’s a buffoon.

Or worse, they get mad, but in a sneaky, quiet way. A way that builds, undetectable until it’s nothing short of rage.

Maybe he’s not firing on all cylinders anymore.   Maybe he doesn’t understand their attachment to strangers, their aversion to permanent solutions. Maybe he doesn’t understand their morality, which is built in pure grayscale, when his is so literal, so black-and-white.   Maybe it’s just that he’s cracked, but that’s not exactly new news. 

And he wants to get it. He wants to fit in. He wouldn’t admit it – couldn’t even explain the why – but he needs to fit in, as much as he needs a BFF like Peacemaker.

He wants to laugh. But he’s not really sure about the joke.

He’s late to laughing, because he’s weighing his options. And then his laugh goes a little long, or a little stiff.  He’s not killing it, as Adabayo would say. It’s not really a laugh – it’s a disguise. A way to fit in.  To use the same humor they all wield so deftly with one another.

And he holds the hot sauce, trying to keep the question inside, trying not to need to know the thing his brain insists is of vital importance, because it’s not just the jokes, or the expressions. It’s all the nonverbal stuff, too. So when they turn on to the next thought, Vigilante remains frozen. Like a foreign element, his body gives tells, tips people off that he’s not full up on the culture – not really communicating on the same level.

He really doesn’t mean to ask. He doesn’t. But it’s how he’s wired.

“Is it because it’s red?”

The groans are immediate.

“it’s not because it’s fucking red,” Peacemaker snaps, and the motion is so abrupt Vigilante’s hands slip along the neck of the hot sauce bottle, popping the lid right off, sending it spurting out across the table.  It splatters into Adabayo’s burger, and up over the crinkle-cut fries, painting them up like a murder victim.

“Damnit, Vigilante!” Economos takes the hot sauce back, never mind that Vig hadn’t meant to use it, hadn’t actually decided if he was going to try to, even. Never mind that he’d been surprised by Peacemaker’s sudden annoyance.

“My French fries!” But Harcourt’s eyes crinkle, and even Vigilante can tell she’s not annoyed. His bothering Economos is somehow a humorous thing they all agree on, because Adabayo starts to laugh, too, and even Peacemaker gets in on it. And Vig knows – because he’s spent a lot of time studying it – that these are their real laughs, their real smiles.  Not the pretend kind, or the annoyed kind, but the kind that they reserve for those quiet moments when they’re not a collection of weirdos, or a bunch of people speaking different languages. Those moments where they’re the 11th Street Kids, and somehow, for a fraction of a second, even with only half a deck to work with, Vig has played exactly the right card.

It's magic, but so fleeting – like cotton candy falling into a river, it just melts into nothing.

“Best part of being a lesbian is never having to worry about a premature hot-sauce-ulation,” Peacemaker says, leaning into the good mood, tossing a smile at Adebayo, resident lesbian and the group’s least volatile emotional mediator.

“That sounds like a personal problem, Chris.” But she laughs, wiping at those brown eyes of hers, and even Economos gets in on the giggling.

It’s rare, those moments where he thinks he understands them. Where he thinks they’re as much his friends as Peacemaker’s.

Where he thinks, maybe, he wants more than one friend.

It’s rare, and maybe, just maybe, it’s a good thing. A sign that he’s if not evolving then at least getting better at pretending to speak the language he hasn’t quiet figured out. 

[xxcringeizdead666xx]

My Immortal Character Headcanons

WILLOW (because this baby needs some love)

(please don't thin that I'm trying to offend anyone or make Willow into an "uwu sweet quirky baby.")

she is filipino. her skin color is never actually revealed in the book .

Willow is a pastel goth.

she wears glasses, though most days she uses clear contacts instead. she probobly owns a pair of fully white contacts as well.

the book mentiones her having pink streaks, but I imagine her bangs and front strands being dyed soft pink instead.

she enjoyes being goffic, but she also likes a lot of things concidered prepy which leads to her friends thinking lower of her.

her favorite color is light pink

she is very self concious of herself and her appearance because she doesn't fully belong with the preps or the goths.

she feels presured to be a full on prep or full on goth but really inside she wishes people would accept that she's both.

she wishes that the goths and the preps would stop fighting.

her and Ebony claim to be best friends, but really Willow has a bit of a hidden grudge on Ebony for making her feel bad for who she is.

she also envys Ebony for being so confident and unapologetically herself.

but that doesn't stop her from being Ebony's friend.

she's actual best friends with Vampire because they're both kind of the losers of the group.

she's the type to remember everyones birthdays

she's lesbian but everyone thinks that she's dating Diabolo

She may be starting to develop some sort of feelings towards Ebony, but she's not realised it yet.

she isn't currently dating anyone. she hopes to someday find her true love that she will spend the rest of her life with

though a part of her kind of wants to stay single forever

she's a very supportive friend

she loves... love. while she doesn't currently want to date anyone, she loves it when her friends get significant others.

she totally ships people together

she's probobly the biggest Drabony shipper

secretly, she likes being alone.

she plays piano and keyboard for the band

she used to be anorexic and almost died from it. she is still really slim, and she hates it when people comment on her weight be it positive or negative.

she loved creepypasta as a young teen.

she has a husky that she got as a puppy named Smile Dog or Smiley for short. he's sort of like her emotional support animal

she has an interest in the occult, she has a huge collection of crystals, taro cards, etc.

she owns a pastel colored Ouija board.

probobly tries expiremental magic

she likes collecting animal bones, her and Smiley sometimes go to the forbiden forest to search for dead critters.

she may have seen some of her clasmates doing the devils tango once or twice on those trips.

probobly likes going to abandoned buildings, especially those overtaken by nature. not for the thrills, but for the atmoshpere. just to walk around in there or just sit and read or take in the vview. listen to the sounds. think about stuff.

if she finds a piano in the abndoned building, she will sit down and play it.

during parties she's the one to stay the most sober, and cleans up the mess as well as gets her black out drunk friends to bed.

she probobly makes sims of real people she doesn't like to drown them in a pool.

feels like she's not like other girls but isn't entitled about it.

likes to read.

she's a tumblr child :)

owns at least one American Mcgee plushie

she likes taking midnight and early morning walks down to the lake.

she actually goes swimming in it sometimes.

[lunaloomer]

Kiss the Sun (chapter one)

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Danny’s Cousin!OC(Grace) Warnings: Underaged drinking (let me know if I missed anything)

(Italicized text indicates a flashback)

Summary: Grace and Josie's plane ride is uneventful as Josie naps but Grace's thoughts remain fixated on Sam, reflecting on their lives back in Frankenmuth.

The plane ride was dull, to say the least. Grace and Josie had barely spoken as Josie opted for a nap that lasted the entire plane ride while Grace stuck to the movie she’d rented.

She’d barely paid attention to the movie as the sound of it lulled through her headphones. All she thought of was Sam, Sam and his stupid self.

“You can’t do that! It’s illegal!”

“Who says?! Huh?!”

“According to the rules listed,” Jake pulled out the piece of paper, dramatically pointing to the rules, “You can not stack +2s on top of each other!”

“Bullshit!” Sam yelled as he stood up and slammed his cards on the table. “We’ve played like this since we were kids! You only say no because you’re winning unless I make you draw more!”

“I’ve always played like this!” Jake now stood as if the two would challenge each other to a duel at any moment.

Josh simply laughed as he passed his brothers, who were undoubtedly drunk as the rest of the party raged around them.

What started as a bonfire at the old Heeley Farm thrown by one of their friends had become a party in the barn as the fire had died out. Josh had grabbed another beer for himself and Jake but decided against it when he saw that Jake was clearly too drunk for another. He’d lost track of Danny about an hour ago but assumed Grace was worrying about him.

Looking back at the remnants of the large bonfire that was now more the size of a campfire, Josh saw two figures, one laying on the log bench and the other sitting with their head in their hands. Josh sighed as he made his way over to the smoldering fire, two beers in hand. 

He saw Danny passed out on the log bench and Grace, who looked up from her hands and stared into the flames of the fire as she seemed to wonder if it could show her the future or possibly solve all her problems with a simple question. Josh plopped himself ungracefully next to her but she paid him little attention. He passed her the extra beer before taking a swig of his own. “What’s on your beautifully intricate mind, Gracie?” She mumbled, bringing the bottle of beer to her lips.

“Nothing, really. It’s stupid.” She mumbled, bringing the bottle of beer to her lips.

“Well Daniel’s out like a light, you’re secrets are safe with me.” Josh said, wrapping his arm around Grace’s shoulders.

“Yeah right, anything I tell you goes straight to Jake. You might be a lock box but Jake is a blabbermouth.” She laughed, leaning her head onto Josh’s shoulder.

“Hey! I don’t tell Jake everything!” He feigned offense as he took another glug of beer before silence fell between them. “How about this, because I can tell whatever it is is eating you alive, you tell me your secret and in exchange, I’ll tell you a secret.”

Grace gasped, “The great Josh Kiszka has secrets! I thought you didn’t have anything hidden!”

“Okay, okay, but I am not a completely open book as many would believe.” Josh took another sip, “So… go on. A secret for a secret.”

Grace looked behind them, making sure no one was around, as well as a very long glare at Danny to make sure he was, in fact, sleeping. “Fine, it’s Sam.”

Josh instantly tensed up, “What did he do?”

“Nothing, exactly.” She started, “It’s just that for like years, I’ve had this stupid crush on him and he has yet to notice. I guess I just… I don’t know, it’s stupid. It wouldn’t work, it can’t work. It’d put the band in jeopardy. If we broke up and it was nasty, Danny would be torn the band would be over, their friendship would be over.”

There was a beat of silence as they both sat there, staring at the flames. “Damn, that is a lot, but I totally called that.”

Josh started laughing, Grace instantly felt confused and offended, “Called it?!”

“Well, yeah!” He said, still laughing, “Jake and I called that you two liked each other years ago.”

“Well just because you “called it” with Jake doesn’t mean you can go and tell him!” Grace said, shrugging off his arm.

“Hey! I promised, didn’t I?” He held his hands up in surrender as Grace scoffed before moving back next to him.

After Grace took a few more chugs of her beer she looked up at Josh, “Well, Mr. Wonderful? What’s your darkest secret?”

“You know I am quite wonderful.” He lolled his head to the side. “But a promise is a promise, I like guys.”

Grace was mid-sip when she heard the words and she choked, not expecting them. “Josh! What the hell?!”

“What? You said “deepest secret!” What did you expect?!”

“Not that!”

“You can’t tell anybody!” Josh seemed immediately defensive.

“What? Of course, I won’t tell anybody!” Grace said quickly. “So… what does this mean? Are you like…”

“I don’t know! There’s too many logistics that go into all that. I like A guy. That’s the only label I’ll put on it.”

“Fair enough.”

There was another beat of silence, “When I say you can’t tell anyone I mean you can’t tell anyone.” Josh emphasized the last word.

“Well, you’ve told your family right?” Grace asked cautiously. Josh kept silent. “You’ve told Jake, at least, right? You tell Jake everything.”

“Listen it’s a very recent development and with the town we live in-”

“You told me before you told Jake?!” Grace seemed shocked beyond belief, although the alcohol was not helping her to keep calm.

“Shhhhh!” He let out quickly while putting his hand over her mouth. “You’re literally the only one that knows.”

“You have to tell Jake at least!” Grace whisper yelled, “I can keep a secret but it’s gonna eat you alive to not tell him.” They both knew she was right and Josh nodded.

“I’ll tell him, I’m just… nervous.” He mumbled, looking down at his hands.

“Josh. He’s your brother, he’s literally your other half, he’s going to be nothing but supportive.”

“I know, I swear, I’ll tell him tomorrow when we’re both sober.” He said straightly, a smirk growing on his face, “But you have to tell Sam about your crush.”

“No! You know Jake will support and love you no matter what! Your whole family will! Sam? I’m not ready for that rejection!” She laughed as they both stood, silently considering their options on how to get Danny home in his comatose state.

She smiled at the memory of Josh as the movie played and she couldn’t help but think about Sam and how much she dreaded getting off the plane.

But that moment had come, the plane had landed, they’d walked to baggage claim and collected their bags, and they’d exited the airport to see Danny waiting for them with a car. Josie excitedly ran up, jumping to hug her brother as he opened his arms, her suitcase long forgotten.

Grace laughed and shook her head as she approached. Danny laughed as he and Josie squeezed each other tightly, “Oh my god! I missed you!” Josie said excitedly before Danny put her back on the ground.

Danny looked at Grace, “Well you don’t have to look like you don’t want to see me.” He jested as Grace smiled and moved forward, getting wrapped in a hug by her tall cousin.

“It was a long flight.” Grace reasoned as she pulled back.

“Ah, that jet lag will kill you.” He joked as he moved to help the girls with their bags, throwing them in the back of the car.

The car ride to the boys' house wasn’t long but it felt like an eternity as Grace dreaded seeing Sam once again.

[muppeteyes1001]

Part 1 of 2 Fun and Games

The toll of the large clock atop of city hall bellowed over the town of Dawnburgh, alerting the arrival of twelve noon. The streets were bustling with folks of various species going on about their day. Either heading to their work places, grabbing lunch and tea, or simply just out enjoying the day. Today, in fact, a carnival had just been set up within the city and would stay until the end of the week. It was an annual event that happened in the Spring.

Out by the town square, Ben was playing with a few other friends of his. A slightly taller donkey boy named Jeremy, an alligator boy named Sam, and a boar girl named Doris. Both split into paired teams as they played kick ball while using turned over empty trash bins as goals.

The bear boy kicks the ball over to Sam who then uses his tail to hit the ball over into the opponents can. With a loud metal clang, he scored the winning point for the game to which the gator boy cheers it up with two victorious fists into the air and loud hoots along with his teammate Ben.

"Hey you cheated!" Doris cried out angrily as she walked over to the two boys .. "What!? No I didn't!" Sam retorted "Yeah you did! You kick with your feet not with your tail" Jeremy chimed in as he walked over as well. To which Sam simply just waved them both off dismissively. "Aww same difference ... They're both on the ground, aren't they?"

As the four older kids played/argued over their game, Lucy was sitting in an old wagon just off to the side of the street. Her doll draped lazily over the side as she played around with some colorful picture cards and marbles. Humming happily to herself as she did so. Behind her was a small crate filled with water balloons that had been made the day before.

Once the bickering had died down somewhat, Ben jogs over to the wagon. "Hey Luc! .. Ya ready to start heading out? .. We're gonna go check out the carnival" he informs, resting his arms on the edge of the wagon.

"I wanna go to Zukaros!" the little doe cheerily replied after turning her attention to her friend. To which the bear boy raises his brow, perplexed.

"What? .. Why? ..We were just there like .. two days ago .... It's not like they've got somethin' new or anything" Ben responded back, not quite expecting this.

"They're gonna have a new ice cream today!" Lucy continued, bouncing a bit were she sat, now holding her doll in her lap. It's limbs flopping madly.

"What!? .. No they don't .. They've never made ice cream before, you know that" Sam interjects as he came up to the wagon as well "Yeah! .. And even if they did, we would've totally heard about it by now" Doris adds in, hands on her hips. Though, despite the neigh sayers among the group, the little deer girl was not deterred by any of it. She simply smiles brightly before calling out the name of the most popular candy shop in town once more.

"Ugh, fine! .. But only for like five minutes, then we're off to the carnival, ok? .... Besides, we'll be able to pass it on the way there anyway" Ben finally agrees with mild exasperation.

"Yeah! .. They're gonna have clowns! .. An' ya know what that means .... Pummelin' time with these babies" the donkey lad says as he takes out a water balloon from the wagon and shows it off. Each filled with food coloring.

"An' once we're done, they'll look like some mucked up painting a five year old made" he added with a big, mischievous grin.

"I don't paint like that!" Lucy pouts as she glares at him, clearly offended.

Grabbing the pull handle of the wagon, the bear boy begins to break off into a run with Lucy riding inside it. The little doe giggling the whole time as she told her older friend which ways to turn, heading towards the large candy store she wanted to visit ... again. Ben's other three friends ran alongside. All of them eager to visit the carnival after and try out the rides and food they'll see over there.

It's not too long before they reach Zukaro's Chocolate Emporium. The warm and sweet smells of the candy from within always wafted around a radius of several blocks. It wasn't necessary to use a map to find the place, when you could just use your nose. It wasn't until they made it to the front of the shop that they noticed a couple of new posters placed on the windows out front. The posters showed a cup filled with small, vibrantly-hued round balls of ice cream surrounded by a cold nitrogen mist. New Frozen Rainboubles, available now.

The four older kids could only stare dumbfounded at the advertisements in disbelief.

"Huh?! ... Woah, no way! .... How did you know about those, Lucy?" Sam the alligator boy inquires to the deer girl.

Lucy simply shrugs, "I dunno! .. I just did" before pretending to make her doll play with her cards. This wasn't the first time the little doe had shown this odd little quirk of hers. In fact, she doesn't seem to be that aware of it at all. She most likely just thinks that this was normal since it was something that she was able to do for quite a long while. A sixth sense perhaps?

As the four older children pondered over what they wanted to do first, they eventually decided to go see the carnival first. They promised Lucy that they would come back to try the ice cream once they were done with their initial plans for the day.

Festival music could be heard floating through the air, as well as the chatter and laughter of guests visiting the carnival scene. It consisted mostly of stands containing random games like darts, dunk booths, and shooting (pellet guns, of course) and various types of food and treat vendors. A balloon seller was stationed close to the entrance, while a small band playing brass and string instruments kept the surrounding atmosphere lively and merry. There were also machines that tested one's strength with a large mallet and a ride that resembled flying chairs going in a circle in midair.

Once they had gone inside, the youngsters decided to head over to a go-cart track. On the way there, they go by the entrance to a funhouse .. And as they passed, Ben made a double take and stopped for a moment. The entrance looked oddly familiar, but had a slightly different shade of purple. The entrance was designed to look like the maw of a large dragon-like creature ... opened wide enough to walk into and showing off large, white fangs along the path that led inside. The bear cub stares up at it thoughtfully before breaking out of his thoughts at the sound of two of his friends behind him.

"Hey Dorkis, look! ... We finally found something that's gotta bigger mouth than you!" Jeremy guffaws, tugging comically on his long ears as he teased the boar girl.

"Shut up, Jeremy!!" Doris yells out before chasing the donkey boy, earning an eye roll from Ben as he turned to look at the dragon once more. About a minute later, a painful yelp could be heard from Jeremy somewhere off to the side.

"You alright, Ben? .. What'cha lookin' at?" Sam the gator boy inquires as he walks over to him.

"Oh ah, yeah, I'm good .. It just that this .. kinda .. reminds me of something, that's all" Ben replied. At that, Sam quirks a confused brow towards the bear cub before looking up at the dragon's mouth as well.

"Really? ... Reminds you o' what?" the gator boy questions back in a puzzled tone.

"W..Well, I mean ..." Ben awkwardly scratched the back of his head as he quickly tried to think of what to say that wasn't exactly the truth. But before he could say anything else, Ben and Sam were suddenly hit with a stray water balloon.

"Hey! ..Watch it! .. We weren't even playin'' Ben and Sam call out to Jeremy and Doris, who were now continuing their fight with the balloons. The two splattered with different colors from the water dye.

"Alright! ... Ya'll are gettin' mucked up now" the gator boy threatens as he briskly goes over to them.

As the water balloon fight commenced, Lucy was casually playing around with her doll, which unintentionally taps one of the marbles. As it casually rolled, it rests on top of a card that had a dark caped character on it. Seeing this, the little doe immediately pips up with an "uh oh".

Doris and Jeremy kept at it with the water balloons, along with Ben and Sam as well. All of them laughing and enjoying themselves immensely as they pelted each other .. That is, until one is accidently tossed way past any of them and hits a tall stranger several feet away. A smack and low grunt was heard right after.

It wasn't until they turned towards the sound near a dimly lit corner of the fair grounds that the children would see the tall figure. At the sudden unexpected sight, the kids immediately froze where they stood, all dripping wet and splotched in rainbow hues. The figure took a few steps toward the young group and into the light, revealing the face of an old badger dressed in a fine suit, cape, and top hat. He was casually wiping the water and rubber bits off his garb from the minor assault. His expressionless, unimpressed demeanor would then slowly form into a cordial smile.

"Well hello children! .. Having a bit of fun are we?"

His voice wasn't quite sinister .. nor was it exactly comforting, either.

The intimidating and unexpected presence brought forth by the stranger was enough to make Ben's three friends take a couple steps back. Clearly nervous around the tall badger, Jeremy gulps before finally running off, followed closely behind by Sam and Doris. Each of them stammering as they mentioned about how they needed to go. A couple of them slipped and skidded as they made a quick retreat and disappeared into the crowd. Leaving Ben and Lucy behind.

Getting a bad vibe as well, Ben tries to take the wagon with Lucy and leave.

"Y..Yeah, we've gotta go too" the bear boy informed, not wanting to seem rude before beginning to tug on the wagon lead. He barely made a few steps before he was spoken to by the old badger man.

"Home? .. Why you two are from the orphanage, are you not? ... Well, at least that's what I assume judging by your clothes" he coolly observed, taking a step or two closer to the cub.

"Ahh .. Then, you must be .. Benjamin ... Am I correct?"

Ben was clearly taken aback after hearing this man say his name. He had never met nor even seen him before. "H..How did you know my name?" he asked the old badger man. He began to feel even more wary of this stranger, though he was trying his best not to show it.

"Well it's my job, my boy ... I happen to work very closely with the orphanage to make sure such promising youths like yourselves are taken care of" he tells Ben before giving a few pats on his hatted head. The stranger than notices the little deer girl in the wagon and turns his attention to her. Lowering himself enough to meet her at eye level.

"And you must be little Lucy! .. Hello, my dear" he greets with a slightly toothy grin.

Lucy looks up at him, hugging her doll close ... obviously feeling very wary and nervous at the moment.

The badger man was about to say something else when another voice would suddenly ring in. Kitt had just appeared. She had been taking some advantage of the festivities when she noticed her young friends talking to someone. Curious .. as well as being protective .. the felinoid comes over to check on things.

"Are you two alright?" the cat woman inquires the two kids. Using a tone that let the stranger know that she was with them and not alone. Lucy was very happy to see her and even said her name out loud just as the badger man straightens himself back up. His attention now fully on Kitt.

Looking over at the stranger now, her wintergreen eyes blink and widen in mild surprise as she immediately recognizes him.

"Judge Mason .. Good evenin' ... I .. apologize if the kids were giving you a bit of trouble" she greets the older gentlemen. Her tone then quickly changes into a much more polite one.

[thoughtfulfangirling]

I pulled up this old thang hoping maybe I'd write something new for it but realized I must not have posted my most recent addition. I wish I could count this toward my word count, but alas I cannot. I must have written this more than five years ago now lmao. Well enjoy it now if you desire.

"You! Come over here!" Mina pressed the back of her hand to her brow, drawing away the sweat collecting there as she stepped out of the line of prisoners she had been with to find out why the guards had called for her, walking at a slow, measured pace given the manacles and chain meant to restrict her movement. They couldn't be singling her out because of one of her bored pranks; she hadn't played one yet today. "You're wanted."

As Mina reached the men, they grabbed an arm each, and double checked the heavy manacles on her wrists. They were newer guards, leaving her manacles in front. This would be fun.

You'd think a woman would learn, but although her tricks had gotten her into this mess, dug her deeper into the poor graces of those in charge, and most likely would end in the hangman's noose, she simply couldn't bear the empty boredom that accompanied compliance.

As they began escorting her toward the holding cells, the dark man on her right asked, "You're a foreigner. How did you end up in this prison?"

"I heard she solicited a rich lady for sexual favors, and when she went to pay her, the prissy bitch got so offended she had her thrown into the stalks." The other guard escorting her commented, this one pushing her right shoulder.

"I thought Tarek said it had something or other to do with cheating some rich merchants out three weeks of wages." The left guard remarked, confused.

"That's bollocks" Right Guard said, rolling his eyes. "That's the story where she had an entire extra deck of cards hiding in her sleeve and won a horse in the process. Something about the horse being his wife's favorite steed and the woman herself revealing the ruse. But it's not illegal to cheat in a bar bet."

"But if the woman was rich enough, does it matter?"

Right Guard gave a shrug that conceded to the point but was still unconvinced.

"It's neither of those." Mina said, one half of her mouth pulled back in the smirk she couldn't quite hide. This was all too easy. "Apparently owning peacocks is a fad right now for rich women. Have you heard of this? They've been importing them by the dozens!"

Right and Left exchanged a glance. "Peacocks? Those big fancy blue birds with the tails?" Their pace had slowed, drawn in. Mina bit her cheek for a moment to keep from grinning wider.

"Yep. Those are the ones."

"You imported peacocks illegally?"

"Oh no. Nothing like that. I happened across a female turkey — long story, don't ask. They're another large bird, and without the" she lifted one hand to waggle her fingers under her chin, evoking the image of a hanging wattle, causing the chains of her manacles to clatter "male turkeys have, they have a similar silhouette."

They continued to walk slowly, her capturers enthralled but bearing looks of confusion. "Is this another blue bird?"

"Oh not at all! Shades of brown usually. They're native to America. You know I'm American right?"

"You don't look American..." Left muttered.

"They don't have the tail either. So you see, I had a problem, but I needed the cash. So a buddy and I painted the bitch blue. We also got some Widowbird feathers too — you know, those black birds with the long tails? Painted those blue too. Fashioned a nice arching skirt for the thing and glued it to her backside."

"Wait, didn't I hear that the peacocks those fancy rich people have are male? Like the lady birds aren't interesting?"

Minako pointed at the man, chain snapping at the motion, her eyebrows lifting all in a gesture of confirmation. "Yep. You know what I'm talking about! Good. Well, from afar, it was a work of art. Totally had the woman convinced we had a peacock for sale. Said our rich aunt passed away and it was the only thing she left me. We got a great price for that bird. As we had hoped, she had her servants stow the bird in her wagon and off they went. Unfortunately my buddy sold me out when the woman discovered him drinking his share away not a mile from where we conned her. Idiot. So here I am."

They were to the locked gate to the holding cells now, stopped in front.

"That's utterly absurd!" Right Guard declared, but Mina could see in his eyes that he wondered if it might be true.

Mina flashed him a dazzling smile as the guard waiting on the other side of the bars unlocked the gate and let them in.

"Don' listen to a word this cur say." The veteran guard behind the gate said. "She in for star'ing a bar fight after bein caught stealin'an artifact from a fuckin Kaioh."

Mina skipped up the step to get inside and leaned up, planting a kiss on the old man's stubbly cheek. He was the one guard she liked because he snuck in cigarettes for her and shared war stories. He was a good sort stuck in a bad job.

"Naw now that story! You got it wrong love. She stole it from me." She said, now swiveling to face her guards who were right where she'd left them.

"Righ'" The older man said, rolling his eyes. "Yer totally innocent."

"As an angel."

So this happened

(I’m very very bad at finishing stories so I can’t promise there will be a lot more of this. And this is only the second real fic that I’ve written in ten years so it’s rough and this is a first draft; I haven’t even gone over it for mistakes. But fuck you @thoughtfulfangirling for making me want to do it at all. Based on a conversation Furi and @moonwhing has in Docholligay’s discord.)

Minako Aino was a clever woman. This was not always apparent to those around her, especially as she tended play up her flightier, perkier side, but it was something that people who spent a decent amount of time with her tended to notice. Mina Aino was a clever woman. In the amount of time it took most people to mouth “what the fuck” whenever something happened unexpectedly, Mina had already formulated two or three different ways of dealing with it. Mina was a clever woman.

Which is why she was so incredibly pissed to be in the situation she currently found herself, ducking behind a ruin that was once a pillar, while listening to bullets ricochet off it’s rocky surface.

Mina was generally very good at convincing people to do what she wanted. She had perfected the balance between charming and logical on a person-by-person basis. So she never should have found herself in this situation to begin with. But sometimes even her wiles and her attempts to instill in people some common sense came to naught and now she was fighting for her life in the fucking desert in the ruins of a city that she didn’t give a fuck about because her goddamn pathetic excuse for a captain had decided that his lust for gold outweighed anything else worth considering, including the lives of both himself and his regiment. 

“If we make it out of this alive, I’m going to pull his balls out through his throat,” she muttered, only Beni overhearing her if the way he blanched was any indication. And then that goddamn asshole bastard of a motherfucker of a captain got himself shot.

[holdontwstistakingovermymind]

MC Who is Completely Aware of Disney.

AHAHAHHAHAHAHA

I should be writing my book but instead this scenario has finally won over. Ever since I first heard about the game I've been thinking about this lmaoo.

MC doesn't know about TWST (that's a whole other beast) but they know Disney properties and make the connection very fast. Throughout the story comparisons are probably made, and these are the reactions (dome genuine some just funny) that I think could follow. (With a little bit of Polyam implications because I am that bitch)

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Heartslabyul

Riddle is heartbroken.

You're telling him his whole life, the queen he's looked up to, has aspired to emulate in his every action, is the bad guy???

(^^Everyone else in the dorm kinda new this was coming tbh. The rules don't help the whole "dictator of wonderland" thing.)

Ace and Cater are just offended at the depiction of card soldiers and how that's what they represent.

But while Cater can at least understand, Ace will fight tooth and nail against this.

("I didn't follow Riddle, I punched him! I'm not his stupid soldier.")

Deuce may or may not question his entire life.

(^He stopped being a punk for his mom's sake but does that make him a card soldier? Is he a weakling? A follower? Existential crisis sinks in.)

Trey just wishes you never mentioned this please Riddle is having a breakdown.

Doesn't totally help if you tell them it's your favorite movie.

Ace may brag a little to the other dorms though.

Cater has no opinions but definitely likes the fact that his partner knows so much. He also likes this little bit of chaos because he gets you to himself for a while. Everyone else is too busy settling their life crises while Cater has accepted his turbulent existence long ago.

(Maybe that's what happens when you have so many sisters?)

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Savanaclaw

Leona probably doesn't believe you, and if he does, he just does that little annoyed sneer that makes it hard to tell exactly what he's thinking.

(The fact that he is basically repeating Scar's various mistakes definitely weighs on him... but it also hits Ruggie and Jack hard too. Ruggie especially, who can't imagine how this schoolyard play could potentially evolve into full on murder)

Jack doesn't know where he fits in but for a long while he tries to keep you away from Leona and Ruggie.

It's an immature move. He knows it, you know it, they know it, but the dorm as a whole also seems to acknowledge that maybe he is right to be afraid.

Leona would much appreciate you not bursting into song. Ruggie, on the other hand, encourages such behavior.

Lion man might ask you to tell him about the other dorms. Something about hearing their stories makes him a little less self-concious.

(Especially Sleeping Beauty. Leona still has it out for Malleus lmao)

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Octavinelle

Azul probably doesn't believe you, and if he does, he probably makes excuses.

(The twins don't care all that much tbh.)

"Sometimes at the theme park Ursula's head comes off her animatronic"

^Melt down moment

Please just let him be the guy is barely surviving as it is don't shake his roots.

"My guy she literally kept merfolk against their wills I don't think she is who you should be idolizing."

He needs to rethink everything.

But Floyd and Jade kinda like the songs.

(Which is why I advise you not to even introduce them to the music, if you know it by heart. Jade might just absentmindedly hum it but Floyd can and will terrorize with it.)

Once Azul calms down he might ask you more about Disney marketing so he can possibly expand his buisness

It never stops with him 🙄

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Scarabia

Jamil is the one with the most notable reaction.

Probably immediately recognizes the similarities between himself and Jafar. Whether or not he sympathizes is unknown.

Kamil just finds it funny and really wants to know as much as possible.

He's so interested!

But like any similarities go right over his head because he's way too focused on the emphasis you put on the genie.

Tbh it just feels like telling a story to a child and a maturing teenager. Both find interest in different ways and neither want to hear your version of a Robin William's impression.

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Pomefiore

Eple is fucking furious because he understands right away that he's basically a pun.

Rook teases him with this information.

(^^As he does with several others.)

Vil is incredibly upset with the suggestion he'll never be fairest in the land.

("You'll always be the fairest to me" *cue an insult about you being a potato whilst a fierce blush begins to spread up his neck*)

Rook tries to use any information you have and apply it to other students. Y'know, like a stalker.

^^also very interested in romance scenes. He may try to recreate a few with you... or even worse (or better depending on how you view it) might give the others dating advice.

Rook doesn't know about personal boundaries, really.

Epel still can't give over that he's most likely named after a fucking apple. Probably resents apple carving now.

Vil is still glad he's in this dorm and not another.

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Ignihyde

Idia doesn't seem like the type to really care

Ortho makes up for that.

He's very excited to compare modern history with what you know. Also loves hearing about the music.

Probably gets more excited about properties outside of the realm of the dorms (Tangled, Mulan, Pixar, ext).

If you don't tell Idia, don't worry, somehow it gets back to him via Ortho.

An excited little brother talking about Disney movies is perhaps one of the most normal things you'll experience at that school

^That's how you might get Idia interested in hearing your tales. But he's never really looking forward to hearing Hercules

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Diasomnia

Chaos

Sebek is OFFENDED

Lilia is INSULTED

Mallues is APPALLED

Silver really doesn't care all that much.

Maybe Sleeping Beauty is not the best representation of their dorm founder.

Lilia assures you that's not what happened and he's well aware of this.

"Bro I didn't write the script"

Sebek is a menace he won't even hear you speak about this blasphemy.

Malleus might have an identity crisis.

^^ He's well aware of the fact that this doesn't change anything, really, but it's a lot to mull over. The worry that maybe the story you know has some truth, and he is destined for a similar path kinda screws with him.

Sebek grows a hatred for forest creatures out of fear they might be conspiring against the dorm. Silver is so confused.

[iwaijimes]

hq boys when their kids are possessive of their mom pt.2

feat! oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji and matsukawa issei x f!reader

cw: the boys have big families except Keiji (2), oikawa (4), issei (4), mentions of pregnancy on keiji’s part, this has been on my drafts for so long im so sorry TT — not proofread

OIKAWA if someone told oikawa and you that in a few years after marrying you would have almost the same number of kids as in a volleyball court you could have laughed so much to the point of crying. Nowadays, it’s not that funny, because just like that you ended up having four kids, more specifically one pair of twins and two boys who are a few years younger. it could have been alright if it wasn’t because all of the boys are the carbon copy of his father and also crybabies. and how to forget the clingy part, your kids loved their dad but when it came to you they would fight for your attention in the most dramatic ways.

like any Monday, you arrived from work, the house was completely on silence, no sign of your kids, you looked at the clock and there was still half an hour before they came back. placing your shoes at the entrance you felt a pair of arms around your waist, a faint smell of lavanda coming from your husband’s hair.

“don’t you have practice today?” you asked while hugging him back, an offended gasp came from his lips.

“(y/n)-chan you could have at least said that you were glad to see me instead of asking that” he said with a pout in his lips. You both stayed hugging each other like that until you heard the front door open followed by a mixture of gasp, screams and crying. 

“PAPA STOP” shiro, the youngest one screamed “YOU C-CAN’T TOUCH MAMA” he said while crying and hugging your leg. Following Shiro’s example the oldest ones Shin and Ryu placed themselves between the two of you while toruu was left aside dumbfounded, before you could react you felt a tugging in you shirt and saw your third son Ruki looking at you with puppy eyes, even though he was the quiet one, he knew how to play his cards when it came to you. 

meanwhile the boys were hugging you like there was no tomorrow oikawa was  sulking and trying to fit into the hug, and even started whining on how not even his kids would let him hug his beautiful wife and also their mother.

AKAASHI the day that Hana, your first daughter was born he felt the like the happiest man in the world, no one could compare the joy he felt when she was born, this same thing happened with your second and last daughter Miko. the two girls were, apart from you, his pride and joy. the girls were his carbon copy, the same blue eyes and his black hair and also his love and admiration for your persona. keiji, loved his girls, and the girls loved you so much, everything you did and you said they would follow it. Hana turned five while Miko just turned three not a while ago, and with that age it came the so called “possessive stage”, which consisted basically to cling into you at every opportunity they had and of course the poor keiji was totally forbidden to be near you on their presence. 

it a was sunday afternoon in which you and keiji were on the sofa watching a movie while the girls were taking their after-lunch nap. since it was rare that the two of you would be left alone like this, keiji took advantage of it and wrapped his arms around your waist while snuggling in the crook of your neck, you. on the other hand started to caress his face and kissing the crown of his head. everything was fine until you felt something making its way between you and your husband and also a pair of little arms hugging your neck. 

“it’s unfair that while Hana and I are sleeping papa breaks his promise” you heard a little groan coming from keiji’s lips, he makes some space for the girls which in some way he ends up at the edge of the sofa too close from falling to the carpet. “we maid dada promise that he wouldn’t touch you unless its an emergency, for example if a monster comes and wants to take mama away” Hana explained to you, looking at keiji you saw that even if his daughters were basically taking you away from him he would still have the same soft look in his eyes. he would do anything just to see them smile. 

“well then, but the two of you should start to share because in a few month you will have another little brother or little sister too” you said, it was a sight to see how not only your husbands eyes but you daughters’ too looked at you shocked, and without thinking it twice the three of them jumped in your arms giggling and smiling at the sudden but happy news. 

MATSUKAWA never once in his life issei thought that he would have a big family, sometimes he even felt bad for you because you went through too much pain while giving birth to the four children, that’s when he decided that when the youngest one Riko was born you two would stop having children. So at the end you family was composed by you, your oldest daughter Sumire who was eight, your second son Haru who was seven, your third son Kenji who was five and lastly Riko who turned three a few days ago. 

Issei loved his kids with his whole heart, there wasn’t a time in which he couldn’t think about them or you, since the two of you worked he decided that it would be a good idea to plan the day so in that way the two of you wouldn’t feel too burned out, because at the end, taking care of four kids is not an easy task. So the times in which the two of you would be finally alone were pretty much welcomed, and issei loves his kids, but it was thanks to you that all of this was possible, and he didn’t hesitate to show it to you, well or at least he tried. 

pulling you close to his chest he started trailing kissed from your forehead till he almost reached your lips, you were giggling until you heard a bunch of steps approaching to you. and unfortunately to issei your kids jumped to your frame making their father to change his sit to the armchair. 

“dad don’t be mad is our turn to be with mama” Haru said while watching his father with a huge smirk “and also you have been many years with mama before we even were born so don’t put that face” followed your older daughter sumire who was laughing at his father face meanwhile the two younger ones were nodding at their sisters’ words. 

you laughed at how much the four of them resembled their dad so much, and even if some of them looked more like you they always ended up inheriting issei’s attitude, which sometimes played against him. but for issei, even if his kids sometimes clowned him he cherished all the moments he had with them and sometimes even felt sad that one day they would be old enough to not need him anymore, but even so, he would love them anyways. 

[let-me-simp-in-peace]

Haikyuu Dating Headcanons for Oikawa, Hinata, Kuroo, Bokuto, and Kenma:

Oikawa:

This guy loves you more than anything else, and he does everything he can to make sure you know it.

He can be clingy sometimes, especially when he’s having a bad day. When he’s struggling, you’re the first person he’s reaching for.

You’re his safe space. His home. There’s nowhere he would rather be than with you.

He totally goes all out for your dates. He spoils you constantly.

He also doesn’t mind having low key dates too. He loves just laying on the couch with you and watching movies.

When his knee gives him problems, you’re always there to help. Whether it’s giving him a shoulder to lean on, taking him to the doctor, or even helping him out at home, he knows he can always count on you.

You often have to drag him out of the gym, and he just holds your hand while you lecture him about overworking himself. Normally, he would be irritated by someone interrupting him, but he can’t bring himself to be mad when he sees your eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“I just worry about you, Tooru.”

He just pulls you into his arms and shushes you gently. His heart feels so full knowing that you care.

Hinata:

This ball of sunshine loves you dearly.

Will randomly compliment you, and when you smile, his heart races at how cute you look.

Loves receiving and giving flowers. He cried when you brought him sunflowers with a note that said “For my Sunshine”.

He’s super shy. Blushes every time you kiss him. Gives you a little bashful smile whenever you compliment him.

He loves getting piggyback rides from you.

His friends love teasing him for how whipped he is, but he just laughs along with them because he knows it’s true.

Sulks whenever he has to ask you for help reaching the higher shelves of your kitchen. He always perks up again when you ruffle his hair and kiss the top of his head.

Texts you in the middle of the night just to send you funny memes or cute videos that he found that remind him of you.

He plays twice as hard when he knows you’re watching and grins every time he hears you cheering for him.

Kuroo:

This guy lives on chemistry jokes. He’ll send them to you throughout the day just to make you laugh.

When he tells them in person, he always laughs when you roll your eyes to try and hide that you’re smiling.

Every now and then, you’ll surprise him with one of your own, and your heart melts when his face lights up.

He loves flirting with you. He’ll do it anywhere at anytime, and he won’t stop until you or someone (usually Kenma) tells him to get a room.

Will randomly bring you breakfast in bed, saying he just felt like doing something for you.

Sends you two cards on Valentine’s Day. One is always unendingly sweet while the other is a joke card showcasing an awful pick up line.

He calls you randomly because he thought of a question he wanted to ask about you and your life.

Bokuto:

You’re his entire world, and he’s not afraid to tell you.

Will call up his mom when you get sick to ask for that one soup recipe that she always made for him when he was sick. Literally stocks cold medicine, painkillers, and cough syrup to be prepared if you need any.

Contrary to popular belief, he’s actually a pretty good cook. Loves trying new recipes, and you’re his designated taste tester. Never gets offended if you don’t like something he made. He just appreciates that you were willing to try it.

Once cried when he realized he had a game on the same day as your anniversary. He came home that night to find fairy lights strung around the house, a delicious smell coming from the kitchen, and you standing in front of him with a sweet smile.

He picked you up and spun you around before showering your face, neck, and shoulders in little kisses.

(For Female Readers) When you get your period, he’ll call his mother, his sisters, your mother, literally any woman he knows to ask what to do and how to help you.

Kenma:

He loves you so much. He’s not always the best at expressing it, but he tries.

Plays with your hair and listens quietly when you need to talk. He never judges you.

Likes to be the little spoon because he loves having your arms wrapped around his waist while he plays on his PSP.

Absolutely ✨lives✨ for the proud smile on your face after he finishes a stream.

Mustered up the courage and actually called your best friend to ask for date ideas for your birthday.

You guys have all out video game tournaments with each other. Kenma even has a scoreboard for the two of you in the cabinet with his games.

He loves playing Minecraft with you. The two of you spent two months building an entire town together, complete with custom houses, uniquely colored shops, a playground, library, and a fountain in the town square.

Loves when you cook for him and will eat it even if he doesn’t like it because it means so much that you went out of your way for him.