#and if you LIKE doing something you SIMPLY like foing the damn thing and there truly is no greater whatever it is

[tuliptiger]

In relation to the last post...

As it turns out! Humans can do anything they want forever and everything has always and will always be made up. This is the truth.

Women have always hunted and men have always gathered and women have always gathered and men have always hunted and people!!!! In general!!!!! All across the SPECTRUM of gender have done both and the same and everything. Because when you're hungry why the FUCK would you limit who does what and when you (people who believe and enforce gender roles) stupid fucking idiot.

The study is great! I'm glad someone finally "went to see what was actually out there". The shade is fully on anyone who still thinks gender roles for the whole of society is a great way for everyone to live. If that works for YOU as an INDIVIDUAL, AND if it works for your partner in a FULLY consensual way...more power to you both!!! Good for you!

I'm glad you both get to live a life you both want :) now let others do the fucking same.

[osachiyo]

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — 1.7k+ words, vampire!fyodor x fem!reader, fluff + n/sfw, virginity loss, spitting (not like u think lol), soft!fyodor, cunnilingus, blood, biting, etc • this surprisingly won the poll soooo here u guys go ! also i didn't originally intend for him to be a vampire but like the latest chapter did something to me.. anyway, happy reading and i hope you enjoy !! minors dni & NOT PROOFREAD

"fedya i —"

"hush, my dear, let me take care of you," fyodor hummed, smooth but warm voice effectively cutting you off. "it's your first time, after all — we can't possibly have this be an unpleasant time for you," he spoke calmly, reaching out a thumb to smooth the crease between your brows, "i've got you, angel."

you nodded, hesitantly — wanting to please fyodor but it seemed like he was dead set on making this special for you. "now," your train of thought got cut off by fyodor's rich voice once again, "do you trust me, myshka?" he murmured the words into your neck — inhaling the sweet scent of your body lotion mixed with your natural smell. "do you even have to ask that, my love?" you chuckled, soft fingers brushing away a stray hair from his face, tucking that piece behind his ear and he smiled, "no, but it doesn't hurt to ask, right sweetheart?" cold lips pressed themselves against your neck — before his tongue darted out to lick at the sensitive skin.

you gasped when he finally bit down on your neck, fangs etching themselves deep into your soft flesh, you could feel your face flush at the way fyodor's hands were trying to grab anywhere he could, until they settled on the small of your back, pressing you as close to him as possible.

"f-fedya.." you pressed against his chest when you started to feel light headed, immediately catching his attention as he pulled away — you could see your blood staining his vampiric teeth and running down his lips in a line. "apologies, my dear — i was simply drunk off of your taste," he licked his lips clean before pressing them against your cheek — merely brushing them against your eager lips for a second before pulling away. damn tease.

"why don't you take this off for me, hm?" long fingers brushed against the straps of your nightgown, his hands itching to just rip the flimsy piece of clothing off — but he had to be patient. he didn't want to rush things with you, after all.

you happily obliged his request, slipping the thin straps off your shoulder, before shimmying out of the dress. now only in your undergarments, you shivered from the night air hitting your sensitive spots. but before you could even complain, fyodor suddenly captured your lips in a heated kiss — your inexperienced ones struggling to keep up with his.

you didn't even notice he had you pinned on the bed until your back hit the mattress, your hair sprawled on the sheets like a halo around you — making you look like an angel in his eyes. "..beautiful," fyodor whispered against your collarbones, leaving small nips and bites there — his cool lips a great contrast to your heated skin.

"f-fedya," you moaned once his hands found your breasts, fondling the soft mounds in his palms before looking up at you with those amethyst eyes. "yes, my dear?" he grinned, brushing his sharp teeth on the side of your tit, restraining himself from biting you.

"touch me more, please," you begged, hips twitching up involuntarily when his fingers found your nipples, pinching the hardened buds between his lithe digits while pressing kisses between the valley of your breasts.

"i'd be a fool not to," he chuckled, happily obliging to your pleads. "let's take this off, yeah?" he put his fingers in the waistband of your panties, admiring the pretty little bow on the skimpy garment. it felt like he was unwrapping a present — your pussy.

he watched as strings of your arousal stuck to the fabric as he pulled it away, revealing your awaiting and untouched cunt to him. "absolutely gorgeous," he breathed out, the air fanning on your folds made your head spin. fyodor eventually took your panties fully off, chucking it somewhere on the bed, but his eyes were on you the entire time — on that perfect cunt.

"may i, darling?" fyodor licked his lips, trying his best to not just shove his head between your thighs — he needed you to say it, to want it as bad as he did.

"please, need you so bad right now —!," you whined, tossing your head back once he licked a flat stripe up your cunt, groaning lowly at the taste. "taste's s'good," he purred, gathering your slick on his tongue before dipping the pink muscle into your hole — almost tongue-fucking you.

"mmh," you tried your best to muffle the sinful noises escaping your lips — biting down on your hand so hard it's almost enough to draw blood, until you felt fyodor's cold hands pry it away — "i want to hear you, my love, don't be shy —" his tongue swirled over your clit deliciously, "sing for me."

and you did — back arching so sweetly while those intoxicating little moans and whines rolled off your tongue, all while fyodor's was moving in and out of you.

" 'm gonna cum — fedya, please," your hand found purchase in his soft ebony locks, tugging on it gently and hearing, feeling him moan into your cunt — sending vibrations throughout your whole body.

"please what?" he finally opened his eyes, mischief written all over his features as he worked his mouth on you. "what do you want me to do, pretty girl?" fyodor hummed, pulling away to spread your folds with his thumbs — before spitting directly onto your hole, watching the tight ring clench and unclench rapidly. how cute, he thought.

you gasped at the lewd show he was putting on, before reluctantly speaking up, "please make — make me c-cum, fedya," the tears gathered on your lashes finally fell, earning a soft coo from the man between your legs.

"is that right, my love?" he mused, reaching down a finger to collect some of your slick before plunging the long digit in — breath catching in his throat once he felt just how tight and warm you were. "cum for me, beautiful," that was the last thing he rasped before diving in — groaning unashamedly into your cunt. that was all you needed, the final push before releasing all over his face and mouth, drenching his chin down to his collar, and he wasn't even mad about it.

"oh oh go— gosh, feels s'good," you clenched your eyes shut at the unbelievable amount of pleasure, it was so good. fyodor continued to lick and gulp down all your juices, muttering praises in between.

once he finally pulled away, he finally took a good look at you and fuck — you looked utterly debauched. tits spilling from the bra he was yet to completely take off, the bite marks littering your skin and your face. especially your face — eyes glazed over and unfocused as little pants left your mouth, drool and tears running down your chin. you looked like a ruined mess — a beautiful ruined mess.

fyodor didn't waste any time before beginning to undress himself, he needed to fuck you — now. he could feel how unbelievably hard he was, it almost hurt how turned on he was, not that he'd ever admit how crazy you make him.

"you're ready," he breathed, before kissing you deeply — hardened cock rubbing against your folds and spreading his precum on them, mixing with your arousal. "so ready," you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he hoisted you up, pinning you against the headboard this time.

"do tell if this hurts too much," he groaned, biting his chapped lips as he slowly pushed the tip in — feeling you contract around him nearly drove him insane. you gasped and writhed in pain as he entered you — but it felt so good at the same time, to be so impossibly close to the man you love — you didn't mind the pain too much, instead focusing on the blooming warmth in your chest.

that warmth intensified once you glanced at his face — usual pale skin now flushed, brows furrowed and hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. he looked almost angelic — as if he wasn't a creature of sin.

fyodor's eyes opened and he caught you staring at him in awe, his lips twitching up to show a genuine smile — filled with love and warmth for you. only for you.

"you feel so good, moya lyubov," he almost moaned out — hips thrusting so sensually it almost had you rolling your eyes back.

"a-ah fyodor —!" you mewled so cutely when he brushed his fangs against your neck — so sharp they almost drew blood. "can i? please, milyy," he pleaded — and who were you to say no to him?

you didn't answer him with words, only craning your neck to give him more access — and he got the memo. sharp fangs sunk into your neck, making you tightening your grip on fyodor — his hips quickening their pace, now becoming desperate, and hungry for release.

the taste of your blood filled fyodor's senses — you tasted so good, so sweet he had to hold himself back from cumming immediately — he had to make his girl cum first, right?

your eyes shot open once you felt cold fingertips rubbing your clit in hurried circles, walls clenching even more on the vampire's length which had him muttering small curses in russian. you could feel yourself getting light-headed from the loss of blood — but it wasn't fatal, he'd never hurt you like that. "close, milaya?" he grunted, now licking up the blood dripping from the punctures on your neck — his eyes rolling back slight from the metallic taste.

"yes — yesyesyes —!" you squealed, gushing all over his cock, soaking the bedsheets in the process. fyodor couldn't last much longer either, your taste along with the feeling of your cunt fluttering around him had him cumming seconds after you — both of you moaning in unison as he filled you to the brim.

you yelped when fyodor slumped against you — for a vampire, he didn't have the stamina of one. "tired?" you breathed out, brushing some stray hair from his pretty face. fyodor only hummed in response, eyes opening to take in the sight of you underneath him — pants leaving the both of you. your hair was messy, dried blood and tears staining your skin. "so beautiful," he hummed, pressing his lips against your temple. "you did so well, my love," he praised, chuckling at the way you suddenly became so shy.

"get some rest, my dear — i'll have ivan make you something rich in iron. i may have took... a tad too much blood," he sighed, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. you could only nod absentmindedly, eyes fluttering closed as the tiredness finally got to you.

an "i love you, sleep well, beautiful girl," was the last thing you heard before slipping away in dream land.

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[jinxthequeergirl]

omg yay!! so glad i can request you some billy cuz i love him sooo much… yeah, and also: if you don't want to write this it’s okay, but then please reply to this post somehow because damn otherwise i end up waiting like a hachiko😔

how about bill and reader had a deal but eventually their interactions developed into some kind of relationship (?). i don't know, in short bill became very attached to the reader but something happened and they had a fight which cancelled the deal.

time passed and bill still couldn't forget reader. and now, already being in a mental hospital, bill is sitting in general therapy in a circle with everyone else, with an empty look at the floor "i don't want to be here, they made me" in his eyes, and then suddenly one of the therapists says: "so, i want to introduce you to a new patient: y/n!"

bill, hearing this name, is shocked because how did this even happen, and the reader just smiled

ps english is not my first language i'm writing this by translation sorry for mistakes, i love you💘

The Multi-Dimensional break up

Bill chiper x Interdemensinal being!reader

Here, take this while i work on Part 8!

Picture bill however you want to in this I left him vague for a reason (I personally go for the unconventional twink cipher)

Warning: none, it's short

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Sure, Ford was interesting enough, but YOU were far more interesting. He remembered helping Ford with the portal, watching him fo test runs only to pull you out.

Ford was instantly fascinated with you, running tests interagating you, you happily answered, glad to talk to someone new, and you gladly accepted when offered to help with the portal reaserch.

That's when he'd introduce you to Bill, his other interdimensinal friend helping him. You two bonded quickly, and you shared how similar your dimensions were as well as how vastly different they were.

What he liked most of all about you was how he could talk to you about things others usually didn't get, not his parents in his home dimension, not ford...no one.

"You were only a child... That must've been hard." You admit to him after he opened up to you on a whim about his past, about seeing past his dimensions, about what he did...who he lost.

"It...it's was! But look at me now! Look at all the power I have because of it!" You gave him a sideways look.

"But are you happy?..." He stared at you.

No one's ever asked him that before.

"I understand what you did...I was given a similar chance to yours...but before I made my choice I stopped to think about everyone I held dear to me, I thought about everyone else and who they held dear to themselves...and most of all I thought about myself...would this really make me happy in the long run? If I lost everything, would I care if it was replaced with what I'm being offered?"

Bill stared at you once again. A strange sinking feeling he'd only ever felt once before in his life. "What did you do?"

"Well...to put it simply my home dimension is thriving! They all lived and still lived happily...in the end, I knew if I was willing to do something like that, I could risk it all just like that, then I was the one who needed to leave."

You weren't exactly the type of being he surrounded himself with. You were....well adjusted, to say the least. He kept you around.

He grew attached to you, basically at the hip. He liked that for some reason in a sea of crazy, horrific, and terrifying things you were very calm and collected. Though you did end up sharing his affinity for all those things, giving him a good evil idea in the most calm manner he'd ever seen.

But like before in his home dimension, he began to crave more. Working with you and Ford to get the portal up and running only made him desire it tenfold. He had a vision and with you in it.

So, who better to ask for help bleed into Fords reality and take over then you. Though he didn't tell you the whole plan or truth as to what the plan held in store for everyone.

"Would it make you happy?" He felt his eye twitch. Not a question he thought you'd ask.

"If it does?" You finally looked up at him from what you were fiddling with. "If you came to me right now asking me to do this and you were a million percent positive, it would make you happy... I would say ok."

"Really? Why?"

"You should have some happiness to if I could help achieve that I would love nothing more."

"Then it's a deal."

You shook his hand.

He beamed at you, worried a moment that you would give him a long speech about doing the right thing. True that you enjoyed the bits of chaos he would sprinkle about and even partake in them. But you also had a bit of a moral Compass. It never seemed to stop you from having fun with him, and to him it didn't seem like it stopped him from his fun when you thought other wise.

But it did. You not partaking with him felt wrong. You'd become his right hand in everything. Usually, if you rode a high horse, suddenly he was too.

However, you were hell-bent on helping him with this, that was until you realized what he was doing and trying to do to Ford.

You stopped helping him immediately.

"You lied to me! You didn't tell me this was your plan! Another dimension you can treat, like your home dimension?" Bill was taken aback for a moment. And hurt that you would compare what he was doing now to what he did in the past.

"Are you seriously going to do this? To Ford!?"

"Hey! We had a deal remember!"

"You purposely left information out you tricked me!"

Bill realized he'd never seen you angry in the years he'd gotten to know you. Seeing you now almost made him hesitate, almost.

"The deal is off! And I'm going to tell Ford about your plan."

"Not so fast!" You froze in place your whole body feeling over and turning to gold. "Bill wait! Wait! Don't do this! We can talk this out!"

"I don't think so...you and no one else in any dimension is going to stop me!"

"Bill Cipher, I swear I will -"

He winced, waiting for the rest of your sentence that never came, your face permanently frozen in distorted anger. This is what he wanted, right? He wanted out of the nightmare dimension. He wanted complete and utter chaos in the real world. He was sure of it only a moment ago.

Then why did he feel so bad.

He stared at your face solid gold and gleaming now.

"Are you happy?"

He shook your voice from his head.

"You'll see y/n! I'm going to Rule this dimension and you'll regret not joining me!" He said trying to gain back his confidence.

He could.

Not when you where looking at him like that.

So he possessed Fords body, tossed you threw the still finicky portal and forgot about you.

Tried to forget about you.

Every day, something new would come up, and he would still be ready to tell you, still wake up, ready to spend his time with you.

Who knew how lonely he really was until Ford dragged you out of that portal all those years ago.

He thought about you now most of all, staring up at the ceiling in his interdemensinal cell.

He wondered if he would have beaten the Pines family if you were by his side. He wandered if he would have even gone through with weirdmagedon if you were by his side.

He truly just missed you. He regretted throwing you away like you weren't everything to him. He hoped you would eventually forgive him if you ever crossed paths or if you were even unfrozen.

He avoided bringing you up now that he was in mandatory therapy. Anytime he felt he might mention you, he paused and steered the conversation away as best he could.

"Welcome, everyone. Let's settle down."

Bill sighed, slumping into his chair. Bracing himself for yet another group therapy session.

"Before we get started, I'd like to welcome a new member to the group." He rolled his eye while the other members erupted in chatter.

"Settle down, everyone, please welcome y/n."

Bill felt his heart stop, and the air leave his lungs.

Low and behold you scanned the room looking for an open seat, you sat across from him locking eyes with him for a moment.

"I like your scar" You mouthed.

He stared at you jaw on the floor.

"How?" He asked all you did was smile before the mediators spoke up again.

"Alright, everyone, let's begin."

[n3ptoonz]

Hello! I saw your most recent headcanon list thing with the Earthrealm guys being caught Slonking it Silly Style™ and uh. I was just wondering if you'd be willing to do something similar with the Outworld guys as well? Obviously you don't have to if you don't want to, but I think it would be neat! Thank you so much in advance! I love your work :)

deep, dramatic sigh. (kidding anon tysm i gush over comments like this ily smoochhhh) also the terminology made me laugh out loud ty for that

Shang Tsung

kinda sorta didn't gaf. who's to say he didn't want you to hear him. the world may never know

you were to report to him about some findings for his experiments and there he was, leaning over the table and straight up cranking it over a bucket (he's odd like that) honestly when you acknowledge your own presence he's like... can i help you?? you see i'm busy???

but at the same time he's like hold up i have a fine specimen here to help me out here...he's leaving here with SOMETHING (studio laughter)

Rain

i don't think he'd care either if you walked in on him. in fact, he might welcome it. he's used to having his own space, but he doesn't mind sharing it with people he's ok with being around. yes that includes you (is it only you? not even he knows yet)

day 8163 of using Rain's arrogance to push my narrative that he's not only in love with himself but how he looks in the mirror. you definitely walked in on him wanking it in the mirror and he'd freeze but recover so quick

ain't no way you're leaving here after you just caught him though. how else will his problems get solved? you went and made him hard all over again!

Reptile

syzoth has two, let's get that out the way. AND he uses both hands for them LMAOO

president of syzoth is a lil subby bitch society. so when you catch him tugging on both and reduced to a pathetic mess from his own hands??? he's frozen and quite literally has no clue what to do. he's sweaty, there's tears in his eyes, and his fangs are much more pronounced than usual

once you give him the green light that you're into whatever tf he was just doing watch him crawl over to you on all fours and hug your legs, practically begging you to touch him

Havik

expect this smug fuck to claim he wanted this to happen. dude was hunched over and going at it behind his own desk, grunting like a cave man who discovered self pleasure for the first time

1000% expect him to demand you help him, but instead it's after he froze for like 5 seconds and then tried to play it off

he would also be internally shocked when agree to finish the job, but on the outside it's like "that's what i thought...now get over here" whole time he's jumping up and down and twirling in his brain

Reiko

it's already rare that he has time to himself and definitely RARELY has time to be with you for an extended period of time, so you catching him when you wanted to surprise him with your presence it triggered his fight or fight LMAO

legit laughed at the thought of him jumping up from his chair hands ready to be thrown...but his dick is swinging PLSSSSSS

he's like well shit now he deserves your help after you almost got two pieced by your own boyfriend...but who's complaining?!

General Shao

this man weirdly reminds me of bowser sometimes. with that being said i think he'd do a BUAHA as a shocked sound when you catch him thwoping the schlong

as much as i can't fucking stand him he does look a lil better in this game i will admit. i'm not gonna sit up here and lie, he def has a HUGE wanker innit. so you didn't miss shit when you walked into his chambers

he would also demand your help. but if you have a lil push back just for fun, he'd eventually say please and be all soft and shit. why? cause it's you god damn it!

Baraka

let's be fr. truly i do not think mk1 baraka would masterbate simply bc he's like depressed all the time😭but for the sake of shits and gigs, ill humor y'all

let's say he hasn't seen you in a while and misses you dearly. he knew you were on a quest for a while, and he was very pent up... so what better way to release stress other than sparring! oh. not enough? time for another type spar 😈

if this were old baraka i'd say he has two 👁️ but since this version of tarkat is a disease let's say it made the skin around his wee like ribbed or something ya SO when you caught him he was in a straight up panic and apologizing profusely but once you calm him down and tell him you're glad he missed you so much, he's like oh shit...well help me out then...only if you want to!

a/n: i did it y'all FUCK. my bad for taking so long to release this i'm a perfectionist to a fault💀

[onskepa]

Hiii friend!! Could i get a Norm adopts the Sarentu ask kids and also Spider? In this universe the timeline is a bit different, right after the final battle of A1 the Sarentu are still kids and after Ahari’s death, Alma manages to help them escape and send them far away ( aka to where the omatikaya live) so Mercer can’t get to them. And there Norm adopts them after he had already adopted Spider. And then siblings shenanigans ensue.

OOOOOOOOOOOH~!!! YES YES YES~!! TIME FOR NORM TO SHINE ON THIS ONE! HOPE YOU ENJOY~!

P.S: The sarentu player is named paw in this story , also paw and telisi are girls. Yefti is mute and a boy!

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Full house

Norm was just norm. A skinny, nerdy guy with a huge fascination with anything foreign and new. He was just as normal as his name. Norm. He is not much of a warrior like his best friend, or a snappy, demanding director like his old friend and mentor Grace. Yes he is strong when needed to be, not afraid to be in the front lines when it is called. 

He is not a lot of things. That much is certain. What norm is, is a nature loving, gentle soul, loyal, respectful, kinda, and above all, loving. 

What norm is not, or more over, what he never thought he would ever be, is a parent. 

Not a parent to one child, he never expected he would be a parent to 9 children.

One human, and 8 na’vi children.

“You’re kidding” norm says, not really believing what he just heard. 

“I am not, believe me norm, I almost didn't believe it at first either” Jake says. 

“No, I have to hear it myself. Replay it” norm says, max nods, replaying a message they were sent just an hour ago. 

It was an audio, a bit scuffled but loud and clear was the voice of a woman. 

“Hello? This is Alma Cortez. I am a researcher and Co director of TAP. An education branch of the RDA. I don't have a lot of time but I am seeking help from the RDA rebels, more specifically Jake sully, aka Toruk Makto, and Grace Agustine. There are na’vi children here being held against their will. They need help and I alone cannot do it. I need-God damn it! Grace if you are hearing this, please! I need your help! They are not all dead! I repeat! The Sarentu children are alive!” 

Norm can say he has been into battles and raids enough times to see some patterns, alternatives, can even predict how it will end. Call it cheesy but he is the man of loyalty and would do anything to protect those he cares about. 

Among the people he has come to care about more than his own life, was his newly adopted son that enjoy being called “spider” 

Bright, crazy, and will try different ways to kill himself simply by being curious of the world he was born in. A walking happy, stress inducing little being spider is for Norm. Full of surprises, and norm enjoys that. 

The biggest surprise was him being born. 

And norm is always grateful for that, always thanking Eywa everyday. Yup, parenthood sure is something not many today plan for. 

“Well, each of us can watch over him, like that old saying goes, ‘it takes a village to raise a child’” Max suggests. A group of the science guys have found baby spiders in the old dormitories for the female soldiers. Only a few months old, skinny little guy. 

It wasn't long before they did a DNA scan of who he belonged to. The results were both scary yet unsurprising. It was after that many did not wish to get involved with the baby. 

“I will do it” , the norm says, more like announcing it. 

Picking up spider, wrapping him up in his little blankie, he says it again, “I will be his parent” 

“Does this count as a reverse kidnapping?” Max asks. 

It was night, using nature to cover the scorpion plane, waiting for an important package. Jake, Norm, Trudy, Max and Grace were all waiting patiently for Alma to come to them with the sarentu children that were being held within the human facility. 

“I see it as a rescue mission” Trudy says, her eyes not being away from her port. 

“It is a rescue mission” Grace affirms, her eyes scanning through the foliage for any movement. Being silent and listening carefully for any sounds of footsteps. Her concentration was a bit out of character for her. None have seen her this serious before. 

“It will be a huge cultural shock to these poor kids” max says, filling out the silence of the soundless night. 

“Cultural? More of a world shock, metal walls and holograms is all they ever knew” Jake replies. All of them have heard the tragic news of a fallen na’vi clan, how there were no survivors and even more tragic there was no way to help them. Grace was more hit on a personal level, felt more helpless, as feeling that it was somehow her fault when really it wasn't. 

“They will struggle, a lot of struggling, getting back to their roots and relearn everything. It's very sad " Norm comments. His thoughts drift to spider, thinking what it would have been like for his son. To be brainwashed and never been allowed to do things that he was born to do. A hell no child should go through. 

“I know I am thinking ahead but…..who will take in these kids?” Trudy asks suddenly. 

“Hi! Im spider! And I am your big brother!” little spider proudly points to himself as he talks to the newly arrived na’vi children. He was so excited to meet them the moment norm told him who was coming. New friends and new siblings! 

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Jake asks, he and his friends huddle on the farthest corner of the old hells gate. Everyone watching the sarentu children carefully. 

“They seem very comfortable with spider” Max points out. 

“Its because he is human, didn't you see their faces? Seeing native na’vi? They looked horrified, "Grace whispers. 

“STAY AWAY!! LEAVE US ALONE!!”

“ENGLISH!! WE DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU!!”

“THEY ARE GOING TO KILL US!!” 

8 sarentu children huddled together, tears flowing down from their eyes, little bodies trembling in fear. Circling the younger ones, as they all scream and cry in utter terror. Surrounding them was what was supposed to be a welcoming celebration to these unfortunate children. What was supposed to be loving, cheerful, and harmouns, the children only feared things that they don't understand. 

And what they dont understand is the native na’vi are right in front of them, speaking in a language they dont understand.

“And what is your name…?” Norm asks softly to the sniffling children, after what felt like forever with a touch of a miracle, the sarentu children have calmed down. A great thanks to Norm. Using his already experience with spider, he flawlessly managed to gather the 8 children and have them stop crying. 

“M-my name is nor…” the little boy stutters out as he wipes away his tears. Holding hands with little teylan and ri’nela. 

“That is a wonderful name, and you” norm compliments as he turns to one of the little girls. Looking down shyly as she plays with her hands, “my name is paw….”

“Im t-telisi….” another little girl says, being slightly more confident. Holding her hand was one of the older children. He was trying to look tough, brave and tall. Norm knew he too was scared inside but rather not show it. 

“This is Yuayt….and-” 

“ACHOO!!” 

Telisi was cut off from a sneeze, coming from another little girl. 

“And she is okni, she gets sick easily,” Telisi informs. 

Okni was rubbing her nose when another little boy, ripping a piece of his shirt to wipe her nose. 

“And that is yefti….” 

Norm took a good look at all of the sarentu children. He was about the make the more bizarre choice ever in his life. Perhaps more bizarre than all of the bizarre ideas. He was gonna make all of these sarentu children into Spellman children.

“Come on slow pokes!!” 

“Yeah! I'm smaller yet faster than any of you!!” 

“Telisi! Spider! Be Careful!” 

9 little spellman children were exploring the vast forest that was now their forever home. There is always an adventure to explore, little mysteries to solve and skills to hone. 

Spider and Telisi make way for their other siblings as they fearlessly go ahead. Not far behind was nor and ri’nela with teylan between them. Nor trying his best to keep while ri’nela takes her sweet time. Behind them yuayt giving okni a piggyback right while paw was holding okni’s hand and yefti being comfortably silent beside them. 

“Feeling any better okni?” paw asks, giving her sister a gentle squeeze on her hand. Okni nods, giving a reassuring smile. 

“That medicine better work, or else we will use the medicine that humans use” yuayt says. 

Paw frowns a bit, “don't be like that, the tsahik is a master of healing. It is her life's job, why do you still doubt her skills?” she asks her brother. Yefti also gives a disapproving look to his brother. 

“It's been a year already and Okni is still sick. In my eyes, there hasn't been any changes” yuayt replies. 

“She stopped having accidents at night. Not puking as much and can now sleep through the night without any interruptions. I see that as major progress” yefti signs. Trying to points out the positive outcomes from mo’ats medicines. 

“He is right, and okni can eat more now!” paw adds. 

“Not enough” yuayt scoffs. 

“Dont be meanie” okni whispers as she gently pokes her brother's cheek. 

Yuayt stopped complaining after that. 

“Spider! Telisi! Slow down! Ma’eywa!” nor shouts, giving up on telling his siblings to not go that far ahead. 

Ri’nela giggles as she helps Teylan go over a big tree root. 

“It is futile brother, they are just too energetic” she says. Nor sighs, she is right. Out of everyone, his two older siblings are such a chaotic duo. They were slowing down for the other trio to catch up. 

Teylan looks over to see yefti and smiles, “YEEYEE!!” he shouts excitedly. 

Yefti smiles, seeing his baby brother and runs over to him. Teylan reaches out his little arms, wanting to be picked up, to which yefti happily complies. 

“You spoil him brother” nor says. 

Yefti merely shrugs, “it makes him happy. Also he wants to copy okni” he signs. 

“Speaking of, I can carry okni if you are getting tired yuayt” ri’nela offers as her brother gets closer. 

Yuayt shakes his head, “im fine, okni is lighter than that little fatty” 

Okni hit him in the back of the head, “done be a meanie, teylan isnt fat, just squishy” she gently scolds. 

“Eerr….teylan’s appetite is growing…” paw says. 

“Its fine, with all the running and climbing, he won't be squishy forever” ri’nela says as she gives teylan a playful pinch on his chubby cheeks. 

“He won't if yefti keeps carrying him like a baby” nor comments. 

“Teylan is a baby” yefti signs. 

“I'm gonna beat you spider man!!” telisi teases. 

“NEVER!!! They don't call me monkey boy for nothing!!” spider shouts. 

Both laugh and cheer to their hearts content as they run through the vast forest, not caring to stop. Letting the wind hit their faces, overcoming any obstacle and quick thinking. 

Climbing to the floating mountains do they see their goal. 

“I'm gonna win~!!” telisi shouts enthusiastically. 

Spider summoned all his strength and went even faster, going past telisi and makes the leap of faith. 

“SPIDER!!!” his sister screams, stopping to witness him jump from the edge of the cliff and flying towards the nearest landing. 

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!” 

 Spider braced for impact, his side landing first on the rocky ground. Grunting in pain, and a bit dizzy, he shakly gets up. Dusting off the dirt and rubble, he laughs. 

“HA!!! I WIN!!” he cheers. 

Telisi shakes her head, huffing loudly. 

“Dad is going to skin you…” 

“OOOOOOOWW!! OWOWOWOWOW!!!” the spider squeaks in pain. 

Ri’nela sighs, trying to gently tend to his bruising and scratches. 

“You are lucky dad is busy with Jake, he will be very angry when he finds out what you did” she scolds her big brother. 

Spider chuckles a bit, “I couldn't let telisi beat me, my record would be broken” 

“I like competition brother, but never when it comes to risking our lives” telisi shouts across from the room they are in. 

Okni hears spider in pain, and quietly goes over to him, silently offering some of her medicine. Spider gently denies. 

“I'm ok sis. Don't waste your medicine, you need it more than I do” 

Okni slight frowns. Offering it again. 

“Spider is right. It is not easy for the tsahik to make that medicine, okni. Only you can use it” ri’nela says as she adds the last bandaged on spider’s side. 

“Kiri can make some. We can ask her” okni finally speaks, clutching her herb pouch. 

“Kiri is too busy looking at pretty flowers to make medicine” yuayt scoffs. He and teylan were messing with some old technology equipment. More like yuayt trying to make sure no small piece gets into teylan’s mouth. 

“Can anything positive come out of your snarky mouth?” nor asks a bit sarcastically. Earning a glare from yuayt, “When you stop bitching like a-” 

“Ok that's enough you two” spider interrupts what could be another round of word fighting. 

Yuayt rolls his eyes, lifting teylan from the table, handing him over to yefti who gladly accepts. Grabbing his knife and gun, he makes his way to the exit. The other kids following his movement. 

“And where are you going?” telisi asks. 

“Somewhere” yuayt replies and leaves. 

Almost everyone shakes their head. 

“I will get the fire started, no doubt he is coming back with some good yerik” ri’nela informs. Telisi and Paw quickly helped her.

Norm walks into his home after saying his nightly farewells to Jake and his family. It was a long day with so many things to do, but happy he will come home to his kids. Chuckling to himself, norm cant help but smile widely. It has been a year since the kids were rescued from the hellish TAP facility and already have grown so much. 

A lot has happened, overcoming trauma is not an easy thing. The Sarentu children were easily scared when starting to live here. Scared about everything, even seeing other na’vi. Norm still couldnt believe a lot has progressed over one year. Though not all is perfect and not every wound is healed. 

There is still a lot left to do for these kids, his kids. 

And speaking of his kids, norm opens the door and- 

“TOO MUCH SALT IS BAD!!” 

“NO! IT MAKES IT TASTY!!” 

“WHERE DID YOU EVEN GET THAT?!”

“FROM YOUR ASS! WHERE ELSE IDIOT! THE KITCHEN!” 

Yup, another round of spellman chaos. 

“HEY!” 

All the spellman children stopped what they were doing and stared at norm. 

“DAD!!” they all cheered. Forgetting about their argument, everyone ran towards their father. Jumping on him, hugging him, shouting so many things at the same time. 

“Easy! One at a time!” He tries to settle down the kids. 

“Dad! Nor added too much salt into the stew!” 

“So what?!” 

“Daaaaaaaaaaad!! Yuayt called nor a bitch again!” 

“Dad dad dad!!! Spider did a dumb move today!!” 

“Why are you snitching on me!? Dad I know who telisi’s crush is” 

“DON'T YOU DARE!!”

“OK OK!! QUIET DOWN!!” norm shouts. 

Everyone dispersed, giving norm room to get up and observe what is going on. From the smell and obvious pot cooking, it smelled like yerik meat stew. Knowing instantly, norm turns to yauyt. 

“Did you hunt today?” he asks. 

Yuayt shrugs, “why ask if you already know the answer” 

Yefti slapped his arm, “really?” he signs. 

Paw tugged on norms shirt, eagerly wanting to say something. 

“Yes paw?” norm turns to her. 

“Can we watch a movie after eating?” she asks, trying to look cute to convince him. Ruffling her hair, norm smiles, “lets eat first then we shall se

“Dad,” Telisi calls. Now turning to her, norm lets her continue. 

“Spider jumped off a cliff and almost died” she tattles. 

“SPIDER WHAT?!” 

“SNITCHES GET STITCHES!!” spider warns. 

“WHO IS WEARING THE STITCHES RIGHT NOW?!”

“Finally…..” norm can breathe in relaxation. After a hearty meal the food coma hit everyone. 

Norm tucks little teylan between paw and yefti. Beside paw was Okni, who was also beside yuat. On the other side of yefti was nor and ri’nela. Spider and Telisi were sleeping over their other sleeping siblings. As if to protect them even as they slumber through the night. 

Norm quietly observes the children. Everyday he gives his best, gives his thanks as he couldnt believe his luck. 9 beautiful children. Chaotic and rowdy but good kids. 

Many wonder how norm does it. Every time he is asked, “how do you do it?” or “have you lost your mind yet?” 

Many times was norm close to losing his mind, but knows better. Constantly reminding himself that his children could have been in worse situations. That they wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the call for help. 

Jake at times would say “got a full house there norm” 

Yeah, he was right. A single man trying to raise 9 kids does insane, lunatic, but norm enjoys all of it. And there is nothing in this world or the next would norm trade it for anything. His kids are not just sarentu or human kids, no, they are spellman children and norm be damned if others say anything else. 

Aaaaaaaand that is it for this one! This fic took me a good while because I was trying to get every scrap of information about the other sarentu children. See what personalities I can create.

Until the other sarentu children are properly shown in the frontiers, this is what I cam up with. So I hope you guys enjoyed it! Until next time! See ya!

[eustasskidagenda]

Hello! I love your writing! May I request some fluff with Kid, Killer, Mihawk, and Buggy where their s/o who has little cooking experience tries to surprise them by cooking something for them? Whether the food be good or bad is up to you! Thank you and have a good day!

Hi hi! Sure, always up for some fluff and I'm so happy to receive a request with Killer, I love this guy. ♡ Thank you so much for requesting. I hope the outcome will match your expectations. ☆

☆ Kid, Killer, Mihawk & Buggy with a s/o who has little cooking experience

CW :g/n reader, funny, fluff, Kid has a filthy mouth 

WC : 1,4k

Kid 

"It looks like shit. I won't put that in my mouth." 

Kid is a sassy brat because this man is able to burn the water. Spaghetti with garlic, oil, and red pepper flakes is probably the only thing he can cook. Yes, Killer's favorite food. But he won't ever admit that he learned that just for Killer, obviously. He needs to keep his jaggy-attitude, as the good angry punk he is.

Kid knows you have little cooking experience and had tried to eat what you cooked, but he ended up almost suffocating and dying on the ground. He made a promise to himself to only eat Killer's food. And we all know Kid is stubborn. He won't change his mind: you almost killed him, he will never eat your food again.

But then, he notices your sad face, wet puppy eyes and all the effort you put into the meal. And, it’s his favorite food: cabbage rolls. Okay, now his heart is melting, but of course, he won’t admit it.

"Well. It looks like shit but… it doesn't smell that bad." With a heavy sigh, he rolls his eyes and sniffs the plate like a fearful dog. 

He stares at you, suspicious, before planting his fingers on the cabbage rolls, watching if there are no bugs or whatever. Yes, he's been suspicious, petty, and he doesn't give a damn. "It looks… okay I guess." 

Actually, he's confused. That food looks like it's comestible. Perhaps it's a trap. He should wait for Killer to taste it first. Or just stuff those cabbage rolls into your mouth: if you don't die or cough, maybe he'll try it. 

"You know, if I die because of this food, I'll come back to life to avenge myself," before grabbing the cabbage rolls and eating an extremely small slice.

He's sweating, convinced that the nice appearance won't make up for the terrible taste. But… actually… it's… good. Like, he's not dying or suffocating on the ground. He doesn't even need to go to the nearest bathroom. 

"Can I have some more?" After eating the whole plate and almost licking it like a starving person. He doesn't like to give compliments, but do you remember the scene at Udon camp where he was eating? Right now, it's him. So clearly, he likes what you cooked.

Kid is not a man many words and "thank you" doesn't exist in his dictionary. Although he would notice all the efforts you made and even the cuts on your fingers, the words are simply stuck in his throat. But, he would kiss your forehead and smear his lipstick on it. And later, he would leave a handmade metal gift of your favorite flower or animal, as a 'thank you'. Gifts are a way for Kid to show his love. 

"You know what, I've changed my mind. Now I'll also eat your food." With his usual gruff voice and a flustered expression.

Killer

Killer is way nicer than his captain. Quality time is definitely his love language. So if you cook something for both of you, he's honored, truly happy and probably melting inside. The outcome doesn't matter that much. The intention already means a lot to him.

Let’s assume the outcome is not that good.

"Hm, Y/N, that seems… interesting. Really al dente." While observing the carbonized pasta. 

Even without his mask, he's good at hiding his expressions. He's probably laughing because of the SMILE, but actually he wants to cry. He feels truly happy when you try your hardest just for him, but on the flipside, he knows it won't taste good. 

Why him? Is dealing with a brat like Kid not enough for his poor soul?

If he gets sick from this food, who will keep an eye on Kid? He can't take a break with that hot-headed captain. Otherwise, the crew is doomed. 

But he wants to please you, so he will taste it. And even finish the entire plate. Even if it was bad. You tried your best, just for him, all he can do is finish his food. However, he is not dishonest. "That wasn't very tasty, sweetie... But you tried your best to please me, thank you for your time. Maybe we can cook together the next time? I'll teach you some tips." 

Finally, it's a win-win situation: thanks to your limited cooking experience, he has a good reason to spend more time with you. He’s already excited to teach you some recipe.

And as the educated guy he's, Killer will of course make the dishes himself, clean up the kitchen and thank you with a soft kiss on the corner of your lips. So now his purple lipstick is smeared on your face. 

"I need to finish my work… I'll see you tonight. Thank you again for the meal, sweetie." 

Casually walking through the door and once he's out of your view, he would run to the bathroom because he's getting sick.

"Ugh, you did that to yourself" (thank you for the support, Kid)

Mihawk

What a nice surprise to be welcomed with a beautiful table, his s/o well-dressed, red wine and some refined food. After dealing with Perona and Zoro all day, he only needs that. 

Mihawk's high standards mean that if the food is looking great, it's a good sign. He would never approach anything that looks bad. 

He knows that you may not have much cooking experience, but practice can help you make progress, right? Although the last time wasn't good, you can only improve yourself. Right? Right?

At least, if he dies from intoxication, the coffin will already be ready, thanks to his ship. 

"Come share that wine with me, don't stay standing like this." While serving you a glass of red wine.

He's a bit suspicious about the food. Even though the meal may be nice, it doesn't guarantee it's good and tasty. 

He's discreetly taking a sniff of the food. He has good manners, unlike those two brats, so he won’t make it obvious.

"Come sit with me and we can taste it together."

With his hawk eyes, he's looking at you and waiting for you to eat the food first. He's really observant, so he would notice all your expressions, even the most subtle ones. As your face shows no signs of disgust, then he would eat. 

And its taste really good. Although it may not be the most refined, given his high-standard, it's tasty, comestible, and well-matched to the wine. The most important thing for him. You can't waste a good wine with a bad dinner.

"You really outdid yourself, that was perfect. I’m grateful." 

Again, not a man of many words, but with his good manners, he would help you clean the dishes. Before returning to his duties (meaning: watching the kids), he would lend you his hat. This is a simple gift and a subtle way to say 'thank you'.

Buggy

"What, you did that for me? Why…? I mean, of course, you cook for me. What more normal? I'm the great Buggy after all." 

He's feeling quite confused inside. Outside, he's acting as cocky and extravagant as he always has. After all, what’s more typical for the great Buggy to be served with a great meal? That's the minimum he deserves. 

"Alright, let's eat it!" Before stuffing a huge amount of food in his mouth. And almost threw it back onto the plate. It's… foul. 

"Y/N, WAS OUR RELATIONSHIP A LIE THE WHOLE TIME? WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?" 

Really? What has he done wrong? Did he leave his makeup everywhere again? Or his clothes? Or maybe it's because he forgot to put down the toilet seat. Or... wait a second... there is red on the plate... red tomatoes… like his nose... are you making fun of him? How dare you? Yes, he's overthinking. 

"That's a betrayal, I'm dying... I'm dead." 

He's yelling and gesticulating wildly, and his face almost turns green due to the awful taste, but also red due to his anger. 

He’s dramatically angry, of course.

"Listen everyone! y/n is trying to KILL me!"

The room is empty but okay Buggy.

He's exaggerating too much, it's not that bad. But here he is, rolling on the floor, holding his stomach, fainting. And as the drama queen, he is, of course, he’s using his devil fruit to fragment his bodies. "I'm so traumatized that I'm TORN apart."

When he notices your sadness, he shrugs. 

"Ugh, Y/N, you know, maybe it was just the first slice…" he would say before giving one more chance to your plate. No, it's still bad. 

"That's a masterpiece, Y/N. I'm in heaven." While trying to hide his tears. "So tasty!"Yes, he's trying to please you, because maybe he overreacted before and maybe he feels bad because you were sad. 

But Buggy is way too loud and clumsy, he sucks with comedy. It's obvious that he's lying. 

"That's fine, don't force yourself Buggy."

"Really? So our relationship wasn't a complete lie? Thank you Y/N, I love… I mean, what are you saying? I wasn't forcing myself, I'm the great Buggy, duh, no one can force me."

[smilingmxsk]

FIRST | ->

Margaret lay on her bed, wearing her usual outing clothes with an arm over her abdomen and her legs sprawled out over the sheets. She sat her mask on the nightstand and stared up at the ceiling.

This entire month had been horrific. She finds out she's being followed by a Fox, outright collapses in a feverish heap, finds out that there's ANOTHER entity involved who she doesn't even know if they're friendly or not… How did she end up getting in the middle of paranormal affairs? Margaret sighed and flopped the arm on her abdomen over her face. She was too damn tired for this shit. She knows that she ought to change before sleeping, but… today drained her. Three different jobs, two were hunting a person down, and another was standing in as a bodyguard. Effectively, she'd been all over the place and just wanted rest for now. At the very least, her boots were at the door, and she promised herself she'd be showering by morning.

She's not sure when exactly her eyes began to flutter shut, but the next thing Margaret knew, she was in a… space. A featureless, vast expanse of black. Had she… had she been here before? She couldn't recall, but it felt familiar. The Fixer peered around the space looking for something, anything that would stand out. She found nothing and decided to call out. An answer came soon after.

“There is no need to shout.” Came the sickeningly doting coo of the demon, and her crimson eyes sparked to life within the infinite dark. “I am always here, my dear.~”

“Th’ hell is this about?? I didn't call on you.” The Fixer crossed her arms, clearly displeased with having her blissful sleep disturbed.

“You're wondering the same thing, aren't you? What we do about the Fox frolicking about?”

“Well… yeah, actually.” Margaret’s arms loosen slightly. “I mean… we could use some help. A lot ov’ this has been… y'know. A lot. It don't seem like somethin’ I can take on alone.”

“Ill advised.” The demon cuts in. “The more bodies in our way, the more difficult the task. Have you heard of the human saying about the many cooks in the kitchen?”

“Yes I've heard about th’ fuckin’ cooks in th’ kitchen! What's dat gotta do wit’ any ov' dis I gotta go through??”

“Simply that they'll be in our way.” And grin that gleams so brightly in the darkness spread across her face.

“But we got Luna an’ th’ dogs! They're qualified fo’ dis shit!”

“Ah! The uncaring woman! Yes, she is very reliable.~”

“Th’ fuck's dat s'pposed t’ mean!?”

“It means that she couldn't care less for your troubles. She might seem like it, but it's only an inconvenience to her, and the dogs will only follow wherever she goes.~”

Margaret wanted to fire something back, a protest, rebuttal, something! But… as she tried to imagine anyone else being capable of taking Luna's place, anyone just as qualified… she came short. No one she knew, no one else willing to fight, would be able to fill that spot. Many of her relationships she kept at arms length, and the only one she'd gotten close to, she'd…

“Try not to dwell on it, sweet thing.~” Shade cooed. “After all, I have an idea.~”

[trashboatprince]

Oh i just thought of a prompt idea! Aziraphale trying to write a book? Maybe under estimating how easy it would be?

Hahaha, the massive difference between reading something and writing something.

On with the fic!

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"Angel!" Crowley shouted as he loudly threw open the doors to the bookshop. "You in? Cause I know you are, I can sense your 'goody-goody' angel essence here. Plus, you tend to call me when you're gonna take a little trip or do somethin' for Heaven."

He glanced around, there looked to be more dust than usual, and he could smell the unmistakable scent of forgotten tea cups. Bleh.

Which means that Aziraphale either found a new, ancient tome to pour over for days to make sure he reads every single thing, examines every damn, little detail. Or, he's bookbinding/repairing for a commission and completely forgot about everything else in the world, including answering his blasted phone.

Crowley rolled his eyes and headed right for Aziraphale's work space, and as he got closer, he seemed to pick up on a ticking sound. And a metallic ding, followed by some odd sound, then more ticking.

Gosh, that's a combo of noises Crowley hadn't heard in person in ages, mainly you heard it in movies or TV shows from bygone times. Or, when Aziraphale decided to pull it out of its case and use it because his ancient-as-anything computer just won't cut it.

Peeking into the work space, Crowley found a mess.

Papers everywhere, stacked into what had to be piles of organized chaos, or simply discarded, judging by some of the crumbled up paper balls. And there was Aziraphale, with several cups that may or may not contain mold, glaring as he rapidly typed away at a typewriter that had to be from the 1890s.

Aziraphale growled and yanked out the paper. "No, no! Terrible, all of those were incorrect for the scene! Fine, attempt number fifteen should be it..."

The typewriter suddenly had paper again and Aziraphale began typing away, muttering under his breath.

"Hell's teeth, angel, what's all this about?" Crowley asked, picking up one of the discarded papers. He looked at what was on it, and it seemed to be dialogue between two characters, though the conversation was very prissy, very Aziraphale-like.

Aziraphale squeaked and turned, blinking owlishly behind his little glasses. "Oh! Good... uhh... what time is it, dear?"

"It's 10 in the morning."

"Ah! Right, good morning! Dreadfully sorry, been a bit busy lately."

"I can see that." Crowley tossed the paper aside. "You writin' somethin'?"

Aziraphale looked excited. "I am! I decided that it's about time that I add to the literary world, and not just contribute to it through my reading!"

"So, you're trying to write a book." The demon picked up a few more pages. "This is why I haven't heard from you for over a week?"

"It's been over a week since we had brunch?" Aziraphale blinked. "Gosh, I seem to have been more into my work than I thought."

Crowley snorted, tossing the other papers aside into the mess. Then he stopped, and a big, toothy grin came to him. "Brunch! Oooh! This is why you're writing a book, isn't it? Cause I told you that it's a lot of work for good literature, after you complained about all those annoying books that 'popular' authors these days just churn out every two months! You were all 'It takes time and effort for memorable books, anyone who doesn't just want the next paycheck can do it'."

Aziraphale huffed and fixed his bowtie. "I stand by that, Crowley. And it's true, a love for writing and reading can create amazing stories. And I decided to prove my point!"

"From all this paper, and how pissed you looked when I came in, it's not going very well?"

"Well..." The angel coughed, looking away and back at the typewriter, "it is a work in progress, and not everyone can create a masterpiece on the first attempt! Besides, I think I'm onto something with my story, finally! Inspiration struck me and I've been on a roll, I just have to make sure I get everything right! I will not settle for anything less with this specific plot!"

"Uh huh. And what's it about?"

Aziraphale's cheeks pinked and he tugged at his vest. "W-well, it's a secret, I'm not ready to reveal the plot just yet!"

Crowley grabbed a random page off the pile next to him and cleared his throat. "'It would be the most magical of nights, if one excuses the pun, of course. A chance to show my skills to a real audience, on the West End of all places!' I think I can take a wild guess as to what this-"

The page was snatched from Crowley's hands and Aziraphale shoved it into his vest, hiding it from the demon. His face was red and he looked embarrassed. "It's a secret! No reading!"

Crowley chuckled, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Fine, I'll just have to wait for when it's finally released. You'll have to let me know when it's available, I'd just love to read it." He lowered his glasses to give the angel a wink before snatching up the forgotten tea cups.

"Now, how about we take a little break, Mr. Writer Man. We can do brunch again."

--

Aziraphale seems like the sort of writer who won't settle for anything less than perfect if he's gonna write something based on his life. And that magical night in 1941 must be correct!

[skiimbii]

> planes passing in the night

I am truly on a roll here, looking at all my hastily written ideas on scraps around the desk. Either way, miscommunication is the topic this time - common trope, but it does get a lot of shit online. Of course I have an opinion on that, haha.

Is the miscommunication trope a good or bad one? Every couple of months, it feels like the internet forgets that they've talked about it before and everyone on Twitter reiterates their thoughts on how much they absolutely despise the trope. Originally, I usually agreed with their sentiments - if these dumbasses simply sat still for two seconds and just listened, 90 percent of the plot would disappear into smoke, so why the hell do I have to continue to be here, frustrated? It's a valid criticism. To a point!

Lately, I've looped back around to thinking about things that I've previously written off ages ago in the writing sphere, to ask myself if my stance has remained stagnant. At some point I was reminded by the internet about this, but it got me thinking about what the miscommunication trope is, and what specifically makes it bad. And thus, we come to a new metaphor: planes passing in the night. (I know the original saying is ships passing in the night, but I can't use boat terminology in all of these. So, planes.)

I know the original idiom talks about people meeting for a moment, only to separate to never see each other again, but I'm changing the meaning here, bear with me.

It's nighttime. Two planes quietly pass each other in the airspace, on their own separate paths. Maybe this could be read as something sad and evitable. But honestly, who's to say that they won't ever end up in the same airport, in the same hangar? How the hell do we know that they weren't both in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and that if they had met in that exact time it wouldn't have gone to shit? It was cloudy; they couldn't spot each other. Neither pilot asked for help; no one picked up their radios. Passenger and helicopter, international and local, taking off and landing ... there are a million reasons why. And that, that fucking convoluted mess of reasons, is why miscommunication is so often so bad. Funnily enough, it's all because of a lack of communication.

It's another relatively straightforward way I've made up to start fixing this problem in writing, but, again, it's shoddy and won't fix everything, so heed that. To make miscommunication work, think about a flight cancellation. To cancel it, you'd want a damn good reason, or else you sit and stare at the terminal and you just get mad. Make the reason why these characters are unable to get their stories straight like a tornado - which is to say, unavoidable and impossible to stop, not something you'd want to get caught up in, not worth the sacrifice to venture into. It doesn't have to be clear to readers right away, that would be boring. But it should be something that will take that extra second of hesitation to get over, because kiddie gates aren't stopping grown adults who have yearning in their hearts. (If you don't want one big wall, a series of kiddie gates is capable of crippling even the strongest athletes.)

And don't just think of these obstacles as one type of wall, especially if you're a visual guy like I am. To get to your flight, there's checkout counters and gates and sliding doors and people, so many people until you can finally sit and rest and wait for boarding. On good days, you'll breeze through and hop on in a timely fashion. Bad days have you being pat down and missing your flight. Miscommunication isn't always standing behind a brick wall and hearing a conversation out of context, just like airports are unpredictable and stupid.

And that's the sinch, isn't it? We all love a version of this dumbass trope, whether we realise it or not. It's just one version of miscommunication that we hate, when the planes are so close, almost touching, nothing stopping them - and they just don't, for no good reason (bad weather? the skies are clear). It can be anything - a fight, a commotion outside the window, a second of hesitation that lets the other character overthink, a bad piece of outside advice, thinking that they actually understood when they didn't, death, life, whatever - but make it a tornado.

Most importantly, make it feel fun. Airports aren't, but this isn't an airport anymore shut up forget the metaphor for this. Frustration is good, but leaving people suspended in that feeling for too long will turn it into genuine frustration, which we don't want. You want these guys to kiss and make up! They keep missing and missing and zooming past each other but it's amusing and maddening and we want them to stop and turn back at some point to land at the same destination. (In fanfic, this is easier. We already like these guys from the canon media, so of course we'll stick with their antics. Still, don't let that keep you from making a good F5 tornado.)

It's still nighttime. Two planes pass each other in the airspace. Maybe someone sees this as a sad inevitability. But tonight, or tomorrow, or next week or month or year, they'll find each other again on the landing strip, or the lot, or the hangar. They just need to avoid the tornadoes until then.

[vasito-de-leche]

Ngl I adore the way you write Dj subatomic

Would you be down to do hcs of him as a dad?

;NSR DJSS - Parent Headcanons

Compilation of headcanons and analysis about DJ Subatomic Supernova as a father and dealing with parenthood.

glad you like it! I'm still working veeeeery slowly on the other love languages posts, but I lost steam halfway thru, so I'm procrastinating those by answering this one lolol

i'll leave the details as to how he becomes a father up to y'all, since i dont rlly care abt those specifics - adoption, biological kids, etc, up to yall!

DJSS never really considered starting a family nor having children.

As someone who priotizes his work first and foremost, having a family - let alone children who require attention 24/7 - just isn't a possibility in his book, DJSS considers it a setback rather than an ideal lifestyle. So fatherhood is something that's thrown at him and catches him by surprise, if that makes sense. I can only see him accepting such responsibility if it's the only option available, if there's absolutely no one and nowhere else the child can go to.

Once again, he's an outlier when compared to the other Megastars. They have themes of unity, bonding with others and different types of families, not just the nuclear family example: the Sayu Gang have each other, Yinu's parents are a huge an important part of her life, 1010 act as a unit and, whether you see Neon J as their parental figure or not, he's still responsible for them in a way. Eve connects with like-minded artists and her fans, Tatiana connects with the megastars, Vinyl City as a whole and Eve herself. Even DK West is here by virtue of being Zuke's brother. DJSS is just there, all alone.

I like to think that the time he spent working as a teacher had a big impact on him, growing disillusioned overtime with not only his passions but the concept of community - the current DJSS doesn't really see a point in nurturing any sort of relationship that isn't transactional nor profitable.

Some characters worry about being good parents and influences, some worry about their economic situations not being enough to support a child, and so on and so forth. DJSS simply doesn't care about any of that, he's got a stable life and is confident in his skills (at the very least, confident in his ability to learn how to care for a child pretty quickly). He just... never considered the idea of being a father.

Whether the kid is a boy or a girl or anything else, he doesn't care. He has no preference. The only opinion he has relates to the amount of kids he'll allow - which is one. The less kids running around, the better.

Treats parenthood like a job, basically. DJSS appears to be a neglectful parent on the outside, but is very attentive to his kid's needs.

There is always a sense of distance and a layer of feigned indifference when it comes to his very scarce relationships, this is no different.

During the first years, DJSS makes a point to treat his role as a father like a job - it's how he tackles things, seeing them as tasks to solve. His approach can be easily read as him being uninterested, maybe even neglectful - at least to outsiders. DJSS has cultivated quite the reputation, being a polarizing figure to the public and all, so the fact that he has a child certainly doesn't sit well with those who exclusively see him for being arrogant and irresponsible.

He's very private about this aspect of his life, ignoring any questions about his child or his struggles as a parent. It's easy to assume he just doesn't care at all.

Those who DO know DJSS are fully aware of his dedication, his work ethics might be unorthodox and only make sense to him but damn if he doesn't get the job done. The reason he can act so casual is because of the work he puts in behind the scenes, multitasking a hundred different things to ensure the kid is fully cared for. After all, the happier this kid is, the less troublesome they'll be.

I imagine that during the first years, he provides for the child without getting himself directly involved. If they show interest in something in particular, like dinosaurs for example, DJSS won't take them to any exhibits but he will buy them encyclopedias and leave documentaries on for them to watch. If they need interaction and friends, he'll set up weekly playdates with Yinu (if she's not too old) - maybe even let the other Megastars babysit his kid. They've all probably pestered him about bringing his kid to work just so they can meet them, finding babysitters isn't a problem.

Once again, distance. DJSS doesn't want his career to end so suddenly just because he has to take care of a human life. Until he finds his footing and comes to term with being a father, DJSS resorts to finding people who are properly equipped to care for the kid when needed, all while he ensures that all of their needs are met without directly stepping in.

He becomes very perceptive to his kid and any changes in their behaviour, being able to tell if they've had a bad day or if they're hiding something from him just from a few glances. DJSS makes sure to be informed about his kid's friends, their passions and hobbies, likes and dislikes... All so he can nudge them in the right direction or give them advice in his own subtle way.

I want to insist that this isn't a case of an unloving father who purposefully ignores his child. It's more so an issue of properly connecting and bonding with each other. DJSS knows them like the back of his hand, but only the things he's been able to gleam and observe - and his child? They wouldn't be able to tell you HIS favorite color. And yet they both care about each other in their own way. It's a very one-sided, complex family dynamic.

Contrary to popular belief, DJSS would not want to be his kid's teacher. But their education is still very important to him.

Does he have a lot of things to say about the current education system? Yes. Does he think he could do a better job than every single teacher in Vinyl City? Absolutely, his ego is big enough for that.

But when it comes to his kid's education, DJSS understands that he's been a little out of touch with the basics. He didn't get a degree to be an elementary or highschool teacher, after all.

While he can't pick them up from school or attend every single parent-teacher meeting, DJSS makes a point of meeting all of his kid's teachers to ensure they're taking their jobs seriously and also keeps up with the curriculum - just in case his kid has any trouble with homework. Part of him does want them to have great grades, as otherwise would reflect poorly on him, but at the end of the day, DJSS would want them to do their best, to learn out of a genuine sense of curiosity.

I can see DJSS and his kid having study sessions, in which he casually complains about all the new things that he "should know about" like the old man he is, but feeling a surge of pride whenever his kid corrects him - something about seeing himself in them and whatnot. If they end up becoming interested in his own field of work, he'll be SO smug and happy about it.

Let's be honest, his kid is bound to have at least some interest in something space-adjacent given... Well, their father being a literal black hole and astrophysicist. It would be suuuuper funny to me if his kid became interested in astrology instead during their rebellious teens, just to spite him. Either way, if they choose something else entirely, he'll support them (after some nagging like "are you SURE that's what you want?" etc).

Maybe this is the way he could properly bond with his kid, while also rekindling his love for teaching and letting go of some bitter old habits and views.

DJSS is the type of parent who really starts to connect with his kid once they grow up, when the passage of time hits him all at once and he worries about them not being close.

Somehow, it's easier to DJSS to deal with a rebellious teenager or a struggling young adult than dealing with a child or toddler.

Probably one of the very few characters who can stand having a sassy kid who talks back or drops the most devastating comebacks ever - he can't complain there, they picked up that attitude directly from HIM, he can tell. They've absolutely heard him talk down to NSR staff and anyone who pisses him off.

I get the feeling he and his kid would banter a lot, growing closer while struggling to find ways of being vulnerable around each other - because another thing that his kid gets from him is that lingering distance. They're probably used to independence, to doing things on their own and not ask for help unless strictly necessary because that's exactly DJSS' own modus operandi.

So it's all awkward, baby steps towards progress. But the second DJSS and his kid become besties, it's absolutely OVER for everyone else. Everyone in NSR knows better than to try and out-sass them when they're together.

Expect a lot of debates, just a lot of them about anything and everything. Either for shits and giggles, to discuss theories or really in-depth stuff. People often assume they're arguments because of how seriously he and his kid seem to take it, but it's all in good fun.

Personally, as combative and defensive DJSS can be when it comes to subjects he's passionate about (or because of his pettiness), I don't see him being the type to ever argue with his kid. At this point, he's fully come to terms with his role as their dad. If there's anyone worth listening to on this side of the universe is his kid. Had it been anyone else, he would've just walked out the door and ignored them, but that's his kid. Their opinion is important to him.

And here's a random assortment of headcanons I don't have enough to expand on!

DJSS is absolutely the type of parent who gloats and brags about anything his kid achieves to every single other parents in the vicinity. He might have a hard time being verbally and physically affectionate with his kid, but damn if he doesn't love talking everyone's ears off about their achievements.

He doesn't take many photos nor have any dedicated albums to them as a family, but he 100% saves all of their tests and essays and homework and drawings.

Has a lot of small tapes recorded throughout the years for his kid. These range from sneaky recordings of them as a kid babbling about silly things, him reading bedtime stories to them when they were young, heartfelt apologies or speeches that he never got the courage to say outloud, retellings of specific events like their first failed exam, their first broken bone, their first trip somewhere... Or very domestic things like grocery shopping lists, etc etc. He's dramatic and extra like that.

Least likely to threaten his kid's romantic partner to treat them right or else. DJSS trusts their judgement. However, expect to be blacklisted from any NSR-owned facility and store within Cast Tech should you break his kid's heart.

I like to think that his kid calls Eve "Auntie" and that she's the only one within NSR to get that special treatment, since I HC DJSS and Eve as besties <3. She's also the one to save them from DJSS' fashion sense cause he thinks it's perfectly fine to wear shorts in the middle of winter.

DJSS is entirely indifferent about their preference for EDM or Rock, that's their business. But he would love to be involved when/if his kid starts to dabble in music.

DJSS does have space-themed nicknames for his kid, but he's worried about being cringe so he only uses them whenever his kid isn't within earshot. He couldn't care less about random people hearing him use these nicknames and whatnot, but as much as he denies it, he wants his kid to think he's cool.

[zalrb]

Damn Damn Damn😏🖤❤️‍🔥 I don't know if it went through but I read the first Stefan elena katherine fic loved every moment only thing I would like to see more I want Stefan to conquer more kinda how bonnie masters kai in your fics and I want to see him TRULY let go maybe some ripper dont get me wrong always love the edging anticipation you fo for his character gonna make a seperate one for telling you how much I LOVE the smut scenese and the difference between his curiosity with Katherine and Unbridled love for Elena and only you can write it no one understands his character all sides, layers of it like you Zal. The New York Victorian esque ball so like Stefan to do all that for his godess Elena super hot her claiming her Greek God in the bookcase we all love atonement 😏🥰and yes it perfectly goes with Stelena, reminds me will you ever write a part 3 to that Stelena fic with water or something like that I love the old times tension and lust sexual tension forbidden etc. Stefan and Katherine you make her way more interesting the way she was in season 2 but wayy more fucked up reeking havoc with the men like it was supposed to be done pretty cool still want to drown her I want Stefan to get his satisfaction of conquering her fucking her than killing her I'm pretty sure she wouldn't mind going out that way just something to think about not True Blood like though ew. You always have epic ideas also I understand Katherine's the older vampire but I really want Elena to kick her ass and get Stefan back actually fight for him like she's meant to maybe bring some of her human bravery not "training" with Alaric BS but actual guts like season 2. LOVED the argument was so amazing how I could hear their voices, and the Gifs went perfectly! These fics sometime hit home though I had a male won't say katherine she's too timid/ selfish to describe him more like a lighter Rosetta when I read that fic or bonkai but less dark definitely know what it's like to have someone fuck with your body and mind but you give you a high from it cause it's all you know but you eventually realize it's sick and he's sick and your sick that line REALLY got me your writing perfectly captures those relationships without romanticizing it you simply write it for what it is I LOVE it. Loved your Jax and Tara fic too super cute high-school while still giving the feel of charming and the impending danger of The club my eternal favorite author hope you get published one day if you wish it cause you deserve it love you ❤️You should know by now I write ALOT😂 but SO happy to be back to your blog work was KILLING me business before pleasure sometimes.

Wow, thank you :)

I want Stefan to conquer more kinda how bonnie masters kai in your fics and I want to see him TRULY let go maybe some ripper

Yeah, that's definitely being worked up to, it's just a bit of a longer path because in a way, when Stefan truly let's go that's a huge win for Katherine and that's something Stefan will fight instead of just do but once he does conquer her, that's going to get dark because he doesn't love her so how is she going to handle him letting go and giving in and still not giving her his heart? She's going to lose it, haha. Which is another thing, Katherine is built up to be this master manipulator and planner and always being one step ahead but she is completely irrational when it comes to Stefan, so.

I want Stefan to get his satisfaction of conquering her fucking her than killing her I'm pretty sure she wouldn't mind going out that way just something to think about not True Blood like though ew.

It's funny that you bring this up, not that I was going to do this, but as I'm writing this and as I was writing about no humanity Stefan and Elena, I was like, they need to tell me how dark they can handle because I remember writing a really dark BK fic because people kept asking for a dark fic and then I got responses like this was too dark, Zal, and I was like LOL k my bad.

You always have epic ideas also I understand Katherine's the older vampire but I really want Elena to kick her ass and get Stefan back actually fight for him like she's meant to maybe

haha well like deeply jealous Elena may also not think quite clearly and who knows maybe she can be like Caroline .

and Elena actually did best Katherine in 4x22, Stefan had to save her

[clonehub]

Starting the finale!

It's been quite an uneventful journey I will say!

Oh muffled volume! You don't get that often. The coolest was when mace had his moment in s1

The pause in this clones when he says Kaminos been destroyed :(

"and I will be left here on my own" :((((

Damn crosshair is really down

Oh he's up

Why was it not in AZs instinct to help 😭

I wonder who taught her to swim

Damn is crosshair really this stubborn

This almost sounds like I think the clones theme from tcw??

Yeah being this deep underwater.....nah

CROSSAHIR BE FUCKING SERIOUS

"all those missions together and you threw away" bitch BE SERIOUSSSS

"soldiers follow orders" notice how he didn't say "good"

Ok crossie baby part of the reason they're all nearly dead is bc of you you know that right

They looooove shoulder bumps in tcw

Kinda crazy that AZ can just weld through two feet of metal

No this was driving me insane. All this running bc you knew y'all was finna drown now that you're on the ocean floor in a cracked tube you want to WALK

WALK AND TALK AT THE SAME TIME BETTER UET RUN

How is this the finale and they really had to slow this shit down 😭

"something on your tiny mind, wrecker"

See look. Wrecker getting the emotional development that everyone should have been getting simultaneously

But tech essentially saying Crosshairs severe and unyielding personality is in his nature is rubbing me the wrong way. It's like. Essentialst idk. Like a long that same thread of eugenics that's been undergirding this show more than an actual plot has, saying oh well Crosshairs never going to change he simply cannot help it. Form one PoV this could be tech being just as uncompromising as crosshair is. Another is the contrast between tech and wrecker as a mind/heart thing which theyve been semi doing for this season. But also does this not essentialize his fascist tendencies too. Nooo he can't help being a fascist or having a personality that lends itself toward authoritarianism it's in his nature and you cannot change nature. Which kinda goes against the whole choice thing Hunters been talking about up to this point. Idk.

"understanding you does not mean I agree with you" this line annoys me sorry it just sounds like. Every Single -Ist and -Phobic person I've come across who's like "yeah I ~understand~ you but I don't have to agree!!" Babygirl I think actual understanding at least on the level as deep as ideology (or in my case various positions of marginalization) would require......nvm I can see here that there's two ways to understand "understand" but also the line is still corny soz

WALK FASTERRRRRRRR

Ok if there's a problem why did you stop walking.

"run!" You should been doing that--

Man Crosshairs run was so dumb

Az was strong enough to carry fives I'm sure he could lift omega up some of these places

"where our MUTATIONS were MANIPULATED and ENHANCED"

Stop calling them defective lmao

"you take things too personally" stay on topic crosshair let's talk about the empire leaving you for dead 🧐

"kamino regs the Republic" wild wild wild

"the empire will control the entire galaxy and I am going to be a part of it" see how he's a fascist guys

Why is he having headaches

LMAO not even omega gave up on him

They've got buttons on the inside?

Oh btw omegas 10 which means tbb is like. Probably 7 if she remembers them being created.

AZI :(

NO BECAUSE WHATS RHE FHCKING POINT OF FOING AFTER HIM??? REALISTICALLY OUTSIDE MAKING CROSSHAIR HAVE HIS LIL FAKE OHT MOMENT OF GOOD

I mean at least they have him now 😭

This is the whitest they'll look in this series

"we want different things" I mean. Yeah. But like fascism is kinnndaaaaaaaa

Second use of the word brother in this series lmao

This Forgive a Fascist ass plotline

You don't get a lot of characters with bangs

DONE

Quite uh. I guess uneventful as a finale all things considered.

[teenandbeyond]

Can I request a senku x reader where he overhears the reader, his crush that he thinks wouldn't be interested in him,talking about her feelings for him (her fluffy cute feelings and also her thirst)

Senku x Fem. Crush Reader

This one was a nice, simple one, so thanks!

Note (For anyone): I will finish your request, I promise. So please don't spam me with rq's because I don't answer quick enough for you, thanks :)

Want more from me? Then you're gonna ten billion percent like my Masterlist 2, so check it out!

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🧪Eavesdropping🧪(Dr. Stone)

Warning(s): Pre-stone world, cursing bestie lol, totally imagine another name for the best if you want

You vent to your bestie at the end of your afterschool club...but you didn't know Senku had planned to pick you up to walk together.

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So Senku did pick you up from your club, but usually, he stayed busy longer than you did, so you ended up heading to the science club and helping him out to leave. You were both club presidents and best friends, so you often walked together after closing up and cleaning.

But today was one of those rare days, the club members left the room spic and span--not a paper to be seen--and he was caught up with the experiment he'd been working on.

He figured he'd help you finish up cleaning and leave.

But just as he reached for the knob, he heard your friend's voice. He rolled his eyes, well, your other best friend. But he was the best of your best friends. You knew him longer.

"So what's the deal with you and Ishigami?"

You nervously laughed, "W-what do you mean...we're best friends, you know that--"

"I don't believe that for one minute. Do you mean to tell me you don't like him at all?"

"Obviously I like him, or else we wouldn't be friends," you cleaned a plastic paint tray from the tall stack you had beside you.

"You know damn well that's not the like I meant," she stacked up the dry canvases, carrying them to lean against a wall.

"Well, I..."

"Bitch, spill it already."

"Fine," you whined, "I might have a little itty bitty crush...that's been there for years..."

"Knew it. Why haven't you told 'im?"

"Did you just ask that, Imani? He's Senku. He thinks romance is illogical. He hates the idea of it. If I came up to him and said, 'Hey, Senku. I find you highly attractive, can we go on a date or something?' he'd totally turn me down."

She smirked over at you, "What do you like about him?"

"Well, his intelligence--that's a given. He'd definitely be the person I'd choose to be stranded on an island with."

Imani wiggled her brows, "Stranded on an island, alone?"

You squeaked at the implication, water droplets splashing on your shirt, "Don't go there!"

"What else do you like about him?" she grunted as she lifted more canvases.

"Well...how much he cares, even though he plays it off. You can feel like the most worthless being in the world and he'll somehow find a purpose for you. Always considerate of his friends. And he's absolutely adorable when he rants or nerds out about the things he likes," you couldn't help but smile as flashes of memory came to mind.

It was taking him a second to process this...he wasn't imagining you were talking about him as a man instead of just a friend, right?

Imani snorted, "You're down bad."

"I--It's not that bad."

"Mhm."

You moved on to washing the paintbrushes, "Besides. It's kind of pointless anyway if it isn't reciprocated, right?"

Imani sighed, turning to you, "The feelings won't go away overnight. Besides, it's not like you're some unhealthily obsessed person who'll kill anyone who talks to him or anything. It's simply feelings you have."

"Yeah..."

She smiled at you again, "What else do you like about him?"

"I like when we do experiments together--Not those types of experiments, clear that gutter right now! I meant science experiments with chemicals and stuff. I only know some of the basics since I grew up around him, but overall, I don't know shit. But...he teaches me, anyway. Even when he has to dumb things down for me, he still has patience and makes it enjoyable for me."

"That makes you really happy, huh?"

You fail to hide a grin, "More than I'd admit. It makes me even happier when he does artsy stuff with me--it's not often--but I appreciate it when he does. I know painting and crafts aren't really his thing."

Senku couldn't help the small smile that twitched onto his face.

He only did that because it's something you liked to do. It gave him an excuse to spend time with you in another way.

"It's a compromise."

"But lately...t-things have been a little different."

Imani raised curious brows, "Different?"

"Yeah...um...the other day Senku had this experiment he was doing outside. I happened to be coming though but I didn't realize how dangerous it was and he moved me out of the way."

He remembers that--instinct kicked in.

Imani pointed to your hands, "[Name] you've already cleaned that brush."

"Oh!"

She smirked at the expression you had on your face, "What happened?"

"Well, it was supposed to explode. So he grabbed me and rolled us out of the way in the grass--we were so close..." you fiddled with a paint-riddled brush.

She gasped, "Did y'all kiss?"

"W-what? No! No! He just covered my body but we managed to get far enough to just feel the burn from it.--He used a hand to protect me from the sidewalk under my head."

"Ishigami pulled some action-movie-type shit."

"Yeah..."

"What? What is it?"

"I guess...I started to look at him more--ah, a little differently since then," you bit your lip.

"Oh?~"

"I--I started to pay more attention. To his walk, his voice--I notice I look at his forearms and hands a lot, too."

"His hands?"

You swallow, "Mhm...I wish he wore rings sometimes, he'd pull them off..."

"Girl!" Imani laughed in glee, "Thirsty as hell!"

You shyly picked at the counter, "Yeah...a little."

"You don't uh...think about him at uh...interesting times, do you?"

Your body heated up, "No, no! That'd be weird! It'd be weird to do that without him knowing! I mean, I know it's a hormonal thing, but..."

Senku's face reddened at the thought of his hormones getting to him once...he would not think about that, never again.

"You should at least let him know at some point. It's gotta be tiring to keep it from him."

"It can be--It makes things a little awkward for me."

He had to end this, he pulled out his phone and sent you a text.

He heard your phone chime.

"It's Senku."

"Speak of the devil."

"Says something about needing to talk to me for a sec, I'll go meet him at the science club room. You can leave the rest to me, Imani, there isn't a lot left."

"Exactly, so I'll finish up. Go talk to him."

You giggle, "Alright, you're a real one. I owe you!"

As soon as you close the door, you're caged between two arms.

And when your eyes meet his, your breath quickens at the proximity.

"S-Senku?"

"I like you, too."

"I--Huh?"

You're sorta too busy being drunk on his cologne to process what he just said. For a scientist, he doesn't smell as sciencey as you'd expect, he smells really good.

"I like you, too, dumbass."

"Mhm...me, too."

"[Name]. Are you even listening to me?"

"Yeah...you like me, too--Wait. Wait, what?"

Now you were sober again.

His eyes didn't leave yours, flickering between each, "For a while, now. Since middle school."

"But you don't do feelings--"

"--I can with you."

You groaned, covering your face, "You heard me, didn't you? How much did you hear?"

"All of it."

"Noooo. That's so embarrassing," you whined into his chest.

You could feel his chest jump and could hear his laugh vibrate into your hands.

"You like my hands, huh?"

"Shut up!"

He sighed, "I guess it's fair that I expose something, too...I...like your hands, too. I like the art they create...and your lips, I like those also."

"You do?"

"Yeah. I stare at them a lot when you talk, distracting."

You pulled away from his chest to look into his eyes.

"Distracting?"

He stiffened, "I hadn't meant to say that."

You leaned your face a little closer, "Could I possibly distract you, now?"

[some-days-we-get-sundays]

I guess only some black lives matter.

Yall don’t care about black women or black girls.

I work in a public school system in the inner city. I’ve worked with kids from k4-12th grade. I’ve seen fights that look just like the video of Ma’Khia. People throw chairs, they bang other kids heads into lockers, they punch kids, they kick kids, they grab whatever they can and try to use it as a weapon. I’ve deescalated fights, school security, school staff, teachers, and admin have all broken up fights and deescalated them. Funnily enough, we’ve never had to murder a kid; even when they were hurting other students, we calmed them down and everyone lived. The fact that police can’t calmly break up this situation - what with all their training and their gear that they have- and their first instinct is to fire a gun no questions asked is ABSURD. Especially because it’s not for reasons you all keep making up. It’s not because “she was about to kill the other girl” if that was the case why is Kyle Rittenhouse still alive after walking around with a weapon after ACTUALLY killing folks. Why did police treat him like he was one of the good guys? Why did Dylan Roof not get dropped on the spot after slaying 9 black people who were praying in church!? I thought yall said that police have no choice when they see a weapon and lives are in danger, THEY HAVE TO SHOOT!!! Oh... I guess that’s only when they see black people. And I guess that yall’s empathy is only reserved for black males. 

Ma’Khai was a little too black for yall, and a little too big, and a little too loud, violent, aggressive, and hostile for yall. You saw her as an animal so it was ok that she got put down like one. “Hey, the cops are just doing their job! They didn’t have a choice here!” But wait a minute, I thought ACAB!? My, my how quickly you all change your tune. I thought that it doesn’t matter if someone is breaking the law or not, they don’t have a right to be murdered even IF they aren’t cooperating. Damn, what happened to that song yall were singing when it came to black males?

I’ve not felt this much pain and hurt since Trayvon Martin. I’ve not felt so discarded and so hopeless and let down in a long time. The most disrespected, unprotected, and neglected person in America is the black woman. I knew yall hated black women but I’m always surprised by how much. Yall hate us so much that you think it’s ok for police to unload 4 bullets into the chest of a 16 year old who was defending herself in a fight. And the thing is, even if she wasn’t defending herself, even if she had started the whole thing, she still doesn’t need to be shot 4 times. Not when police are able to take violent white criminals into custody and make stops at burger king while they’re at it. 

We gotta have our own backs as black women and it fukin sucks. But the kicker is that black women themselves are throwing their humanity under the bus to shuck and jive. Why are black women themselves saying that this baby deserved to die and that she needed to be held accountable, killing her isn’t accountability. Basically yall sayin she deserves the death penalty for something she might have done. Black women have to have their own backs because not even other black women will have our backs. And don’t even get me started on the black men who watch us drown as we toss them our life jackets. We are out on the front lines for black men and they just simply cannot show up for black women. Black men, Shannon Sharpe and Don Lemon publicly tell America that it’s ok because Ma’khia was unruly and uncivilized. Nows ya knows ya gots ta ack rite fos massa come round... I feel like now that yall got the verdict for George, now yall don’t wanna step outta line too much and Ma’khia is who yall are willing to sacrifice in order to show white America your utmost gratitude. 

[yumjunniie]

helping hand (j.yh)

warnings- fingering, masturbation, , perv! virgin!yunho, virgin! reader, reader and yunho do not have sex, a lil surprise at the end ;) minors do not interact xx (also reader n yunho r in college)

you were quite the curious type of person but not oblivious of certain things. you knew about sex, never knew what to do but very curious. yunho (your best friend) knew a whole lot about sex but never tried doing it because he’s only ever thought about fucking you. yunho wanted you. no, he needed you. he just ever knew how to tell you or show. to you, you never noticed how much yunho craved for you. you never noticed how he stares at you whenever you wear his shirt, or when the air blows your skirt up and he gets a peak of your cute panties. you never realized how he shifts in his seat when your around. yunho thought it was about time you noticed but he just wasn’t confident enough to tell you.

your friend always has something to say about your knowledge of sex and how you should do it. she tells you a lot but you still can’t get mind around on how to do it. “ok y/n, you need to stop being a pussy and do something for once” your friend, mina said. “what am i supposed to do? i don’t get it” you sigh. “baby steps! hello! please yourself before others please you. trust me if you don’t please yourself before a man does and he’s not that great.. who’s gonna finish for you?” she said. that actually made sense, no one likes disappointment.

later on after class, you took your friends advice and bought a trusty vibrator. you don’t know how to use it but you’ll damn sure learn. once you got home you got to work. you placed the vibrator at the lowest setting and decided to work your way up the settings. rubbing in gently on yourself, your panties start to pool, the pleasure too good, you can’t understand why you didn’t do this sooner. what you forgot was yunho was coming over to help with a project who guys have in literature. you couldn’t hear the footsteps, too focused on how good your pussy felt now that your on the second setting. door unlocked, yunho walks in. “hey y/n ready fo-“ jaw smacked onto the ground. “oh wow..yunho i’m sorry i forgot about the project today” you scrambled. he couldn’t care less that you forgot about that project, to be honest he was waiting for this moment for a while.

“do you need help princess?” he said your pussy clenches around nothing hearing him call you that name. you nod. he looks down at the wet patch placed on your panties. “cute” he giggled. you turned your head embarrassed being caught in a position like this. that quickly went away when he turned up the setting up two more notches. you whimper at the sudden movement. he takes his long slender finger and studies your body. slowly entering his finger inside of you. your mind was very empty, simply only focused on the pleasure your best friend to giving you. “yuyu so good” you moan aloud. he smirks and turns up one more notch. “look at you baby your practically dripping on the floor” he chuckled.

it looked absolutely pathetic how fucked out you looked getting fingered at the corner of your bed, legs spread on each side, moaning mess at the pleasure your receiving. you weren’t the only one who seemed to have made the mistake of forgetting about people coming over to your house. yunhos friends invite themselves over your place because they didn’t want to do the project and came over to cheat on your guys paper. letting themselves into your place, you and yunho don’t hear the footsteps coming up the stairs. a loud knock on the door, makes you two jump. “oh shit i forgot the guys were coming over to cheat” yunho whispers. but he has an idea in mind. “go answer the door” yunho whispers. you nod walking up to open the door. only showing your upper half. “h-hey guys, what’s up?“ you’re obviously trying really hard to not make it look obvious you were getting finger fucked by the friend you guys share.

“well aren’t you gonna let us in?” woo young says while trying to barge in. “no wait! um im chang-“ your sentence being cut off by yunho pumping two fingers inside of you. your legs begin to shake, trying to stand while receiving an immense amount of pleasure. “hello?? what going on? y/n are you ok?“ seonghwa questions. your eyes wired shut as he goes faster. your moans getting louder. yunho decides to reveal what’s happening behind the door. you’re humiliated but you kinda like it in a way. seeing them all shocked but amused at your pussy getting obliterated by yunhos long fingers. your legs shake, your moans growing louder, eyes tightly shut. you feel this pit in your stomach, something you never felt before, but yunho can tell. “come for me princess, i got you.” you come undone. knees feeling weak, you almost fall but yunho catches you first. catching your breathe, everyone is silent. yunho speaks up “let me clean you up” he says has laying you down. he walks past the guys, who has just been standing in the hall, hands hiding their problem. “you know what we’re just gonna go. fuck this project” mingi laughs lightly as he and the others run down the stairs and out of the door.

yunho cleans you up and your slowly drift to sleep. yunho looks at you smiling to himself. he has never been more turned on and can’t wait to do more if you let him. which obviously you will, this doesn’t just randomly happen. you feel him kiss your forehead and shift to lay down next you. this experience just makes you more and more curious.

a/n: this is probably ass but idc 😭

-em anon 🥇

©yumjunniie

[tmnt-obsessed-ace]

When The World Crumbles: Chapter Five, The Brownie Clan

Earlier that same morning.

It was almost three hours since Michelangelo left to look for medical supplies. He was supposed to be back by now. But the night was getting later and later with no sign of the orange clad turtle.

Raphael was pacing on the roof, ignoring how his bones ached and his legs felt shaky, on the verge of giving out. Right now the pain all over his body felt like a dull blur.

"He's gonna come back Raph," Donatello said, yelping when Leonardo pulled a piece of metal from the side of his thigh. Metal from an explosion several days prior. "Mikey's probably on his way back right now!"

"That's what you've been saying for the past two hours!" Raphael hissed, trying not to shout at his younger brother while Leonarod stitched his wounds closed with some fishing wire they had found.

It wasn't the best thing in the world but they had wounds that had to be closed or they would get infected. And until Michelangelo comes back with medical supplies it will have to do.

"Well excuse me for trying to stay optimistic." Donatello spat, gritting his teeth as another piece of shrapnel was removed so the wound could be quickly stitched up by Leonardo.

Raphael groaned, rubbing his hands down his face. He hated this so much. He hated the feeling of being helpless, unable to protect his brother from the strange city. He hated being stuck here instead of back home, fighting Kraang Prime to save the entire world!

Why did they have to end up here? Why did Michelangelo have to go searching this hellscape for a few supplies? Why didn't they bring their damn T-phones so they could stay in contact?

"I should've gone to get supplies, not Mikey." Raphael said, continuing to pace, hoping that his freckled little brother would climb up onto the roof, medical supplies or not.

"Once I get done with Donnie's wounds I'll go look fo-"

"No you aren't Leo!" Raphael shouted, cutting his older brother off. Dark blue eyes locked with bright green ones.

"Oh lord here we go again" Donatello mumbled, covering his ears as Leonardo stood up, trying to keep weight off his right leg.

"Raph I'm gonna go look for Mikey." Leonardo said, the red clad turtle shaking his head.

"How are you going to do that when you can barely walk and you're about to pass out from exhaustion!" Raphael yelled, eyes tracing over every single cut, burn and bruise on his older brother's body. As well as all the scars hidden underneath.

"For the hundredth Raph time I'm not going to pass out!" Leonardo snapped, beginning the seventh argument that night. It was the same as the others, Raphael and Leonardo would yell at each other over who's wounds were more severe, who needed to rest more, and most importantly.

Who was going to look for Michelangelo.

That last point became more and more prevalent in the arguments the longer their youngest brother was gone.

Now the two older brothers were yelling at each other once again. However, unlike the previous six arguments that simply fizzled out into a draw, this one kept escalating.

"Why can't you just listen to me for once!" Leonardo shouted, his voice rasping from the strain. Raphael's eyes burned with anger, however in those green depths was something else. Fear.

"Because everytime you go off on your own you nearly fucking die! Do you have a goddamn death wish?"

"No I don't have a death wish, I'm just trying to keep you guys safe." Leonardo said, and with that something inside of Raphael snapped.

"How can you 'keep us safe' if you're fucking dead? First we lose Splinter and now you're trying to throw your life away at the first chance you get! What the actual fuck Leo?" Raphael yelled, instantly regretting the words as soon as they left his mouth.

A heavy silence fell over the three turtles. The rage in the red clad turtle's eyes burned away, leaving only the stress and fears behind like ashes from a fire.

Donatello had covered his mouth, sitting in stunned silence as he kept looking between the two.

Leonardo shut his eyes and looked away so his brothers wouldn't see how they were starting to shimmer with tears. After a few seconds Raphael wrapped one arm around the blue clad turtle, the other around Donatello. He pulled his siblings close to him in a tight hug, his rapid pulse strong in their ears.

"I'm sorry Leo, I shouldn't have said that." He whispered, practically choking the words out. "I shouldn't have brought...him up." Leonardo mumbled something, wrapping his arms around his brothers as well. Donatello did the same. A small part of Raphael hoped that Michelangelo would show up and join in on the hug then and there.

But that didn't happen.

The trio stayed like that for a minute, just holding each other. Like they would fall apart if they dared to let go.

Eventually, it was Donatello who spoke first.

"Raph's right Leo, we don't want to lose you too." He whispered, resting his chin on his shorter brother's head.

"I know…I know." Leonardo mumbled. "Alright so what's the plan?" He asked, straightening up. It was time to find their brother.

"I say we all search the city, we'll cover more ground that way." Donatello said, even though they were exhausted and their injuries were untreated.

"Alright we'll split up." Leonardo said, even after the argument he still finds a way to end up on his own. Raphael sighed, knowing that it was fruitless to try and argue with the leader. Stubbornness was in their blood.

"Alright fine, but you aren't walking Leo. I know your knee is about ready to bust and you aren't straining it anymore tonight." He took off his turtle glider and examined the wings. They were filled with holes but his glider was the least damaged except for Michelangelo's.

"Donnie, hand me the fishing line." Raphael said as he took off some of his wrappings from his arms. He used the fabric and the fishing line to patch the holes up so the glider was at least usable. "Now put this on and fly." Leonardo nodded, switching his glider out for his brother's.

"I'll be back, I promise." The leader said before he jumped off the building, gliding through the air and into the neon city.

"You think he'll do something stupid and nearly get himself killed?" Donatello asked as they climbed down.

"I hope not, but he probably will." Raphael turned to Leonardo, who was now a distant speck against the city lights. "Be careful…nii-chan." He whispered the childish nickname, one rarely spoken since they were younger, and the duo split up and went off to search for Michelangelo.

The wind buffeted against the blue clad turtle's face as he soared through the night sky, eyes glancing down at the bright, crowded, city below. The sight alone filled him with unease. Too many people, too many lights, not enough shadows to hide in.

"Where are you Mikey?" Leonardo whispered, scanning over every roof top and dark alley he could find, after all those seemed like the best place to hide away from the people and lights. The only places. No sign of his brother.

The air made him shiver, carrying the foreboding chill of winter. Winter in New York City is brutally cold, and with the cold comes pain. Both physical and mental.

Leonardo does not like winter anymore. Not after the first invasion, when the foot ambushed him in the falling snow. Memories of blades tearing flesh and bones being broken danced across his mind.

"Not now! Not now…" He growled, smacking his fists into his head to silence the horrible memories. They could rear their ugly heads again all they want once Michelangelo was safe and sound.

He buried the bad memories down deep, smothering them so they would stay quiet for a little while and continued his search. Leonardo perched on the edge of a building searching the streets when he spotted something. It wasn't Michelangelo.

It was a young girl in a brown and white uniform, dragging a squirming pink blob into a nearby building. A building titled "Grandma CJ's Brownies."

"Is that a Kraang?" The blue clad turtle squinted, able to make out the little fucker's tentacles and green eyes. Yup a Kraang. The little girl is dragging a fucking Kraang. Great…

"Kid don't you know that thing is dangerous!" Leonardo angrily hissed before sighing. "It's fine I'll just go get it-" Suddenly he felt an electric chill run down his spine. It was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. His mind was screaming at him that something was wrong and that he had to go!

So he looked up, trying to see what caused the alarm bells to go off. In the distance he could see a flash of blue light and something moving. What it was he couldn't tell from this distance and he unfortunately left his telescope at the lair.

He looked back at the building the girl had disappeared into and then to the direction of the light. Fucking damn it.

Leonardo looked back where he saw the glowing lights. He let out a groan, it would take awhile to get over there even with the turtle glider. Then he looked back at the building.

"Ok I could go investigate the glowy light but I'd have to leave a little girl alone with a dangerous alien from another dimension." He said out loud, already knowing that he didn't have a choice. He couldn't just leave the child alone with a Kraang!

"Just get the Kraang, get out and then investigate the glowing light. Shouldn't take more than a minute." Leonardo hopped off his perch, soaring down to the building below.

Had he been close enough to see who was making that light, and more importantly, who that light was attacking, he would've had so much blood on his hands.

The blue clad turtle snuck into the building, eyes fully white as he snuck around in the dark shadows. It was warmer inside, easing his building anxieties so he could grab the Kraang and bolt.

As Leonardo passed the kitchen, he couldn't help but stare at the hundreds of brownies being made rather viciously by dozens of young girls, all wearing the same brown and white uniforms. It was more like the girls were training to become kunoichis rather than make brownies.

Although, the sweet, sugary chocolate smell of the brownies was damn near irresistible. It made Leonardo acutely aware of how empty his stomach was, well that and the hot twisting hunger pangs that tore up his insides. Maybe he could swipe a few brownies…

He shook the thoughts out of his head and continued searching the building, he still had to get the Kraang, investigate the glowing light, find Michelangelo, then reunite with his brothers, and finally find somewhere to hide so they could patch their wounds and rest. Point is that he has a lot to do and not a lot of time.

"Hey Julia, come look at this!" One of the girls shouted." The hooded turtle hid behind some boxes. The girl who shouted was the one who had brought the Kraang, which was currently pinned under a box. If the screeching squirming box was anything to go by.

Leonardo watched as a blonde girl about middle school aged walked in, giving the other girl an annoyed but curious look.

"What do you want, Sarah?" The girl, Julia, asked.

"Check this out!" The box was lifted, realing the Kraang alien underneath. It screeched when the box was lifted, clearly unhappy.

"Ew! What the heck is that thing?" Another nearby girl yelled. Julia knelt down, poking the Kraang with a finger. Leonardo inched forward, dead silent as not to scare the girls.

"Weird, it's all slimy. Where did you find this?"

"Found it running around in the trash." Just as Leonardo got close enough to throw a smoke bomb and snatch the Kraang, Julia picked it up.

"I wonder what its insides look like?" She said, malicious smiles forming on the other girls' faces. Leonardo's blood ran cold.

"Let's dissect it!" Sarah yelled, grabbing a large kitchen knife. The other girls grabbed knives as well, hollering with glee.

Letting these young girls play with big knives was a terrible idea, and it was setting off all the big brother alarms in the turtle's head.

He knew how that scenario would end, with the girls needing stitches.

Without thinking he dashed forward, grabbing the alien from Julia's arms. It screamed and squirmed about under his grip.

The girls stared at him, making Leonardo feel a little bad. He didn't mean to scare them.

"What the?"

"So sorry but this thing is extremely dangerous." He held up the thrashing Kraang. "I'll just rid of it and be on my wa-"

"What's wrong with your voice? You got a cold or are you just that old?" Julia asked, full of snark.

Leonardo stared at the girl, who couldn't be no older than ten or eleven, maybe twelve.

"Uh no I am not sick and I am only nineteen." The girls looked at him like he lost his mind.

"Nineteen? You're not old, you're ancient!" Julia said, her friends giggling at her mocking.

The hooded turtle sighed, he didn't have time to defend himself to a child.

"Look I gotta go, it was really nice meeting you-" Once again Leonardo was cut off.

"What are you doing with the blob thing?" Sarah asked, pointing her knife at the alien in Leonardo's hand.

"It's dangerous, I'm taking it away from here." The girls, except for Julia, pouted.

"But I want to see if it has internal organs!" Another girl whined, still waving the knife in her hand around.

"Sorry but it is too dangerous." As Leonardo finally turned to leave, a kitchen knife whipped past his face, impaling the far wall. He whipped around, it was Julia who had thrown the knife. The other girls were cheering her on.

Leonardo grabbed her by the shoulders, kneeling down so he was eye level with the increasingly angry girl.

"What is the matter with you? You do not throw knives, someone could've gotten hurt!" He scolded, using the same tone of voice Master Splinter used when scolding him and his brothers.

Julia growled, baring her teeth at the older turtle. She shoved the turtle away, she was surprisingly strong for her size.

"You think you can just waltz right into the Brownie Clan headquarters and lecture me like my dad?" The blonde girl shouted, grabbing a large mace. A fucking mace! "Oh hell no buddy you got another thing coming! Sound the alarm!" Sarah nodded, pulling down a lever on the far wall.

Suddenly a blaring alarm echoed through the building, accompanied by the lights turning red. Impressive really.

Dozens more girls armed with ninja weapons flooded the room, surrounding Leonardo.

"Get him! Tear his insides out!" Julia shouted, swinging her mace at the taller turtle. He barely had time to dodge each hit with how fast she was swinging it. She was good, way better than Leonardo expected.

The other girls started attacking as well, swarming all around the turtle as he tried to block all their attacks with his singular katana. His apparent counterpart had the other.

Leonardo bolted out of the room as a blade slashed his plastron. Thankfully not deep enough to break through his shell. The screams of the girls echoed behind him, the Kraang long forgotten.

"What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?" He muttered under his breath, swatting off two girls that had actually bit him!

"Get back here and fight you chicken!" Julia yelled, her merry murderous band making chicken noises at her statement. Leonardo ignored the girls.

It was hard enough to keep his mind focused as it is.

More girls let out blood curdling war cries, attacking the turtle any chance they got while he ran. Because that was all he could do. He can't fight back, because they are just children! If they were Foot Bots, they would all be cut to pieces by now. But they aren't Foot Bots. They are children!

Blood thirsty murderous children, but still children nonetheless. And Leonardo would never harm children, ever.

So all he could do was block their attacks and run for his life.

However the building was like a maze, the screaming girls all around him leaving the blue clad turtle disoriented.

Not to mention his own mind was betraying him.

The bad memories of the ambush were resurfacing in full force. This was too much like the ambush, he was alone against hordes of enemies. He was getting exhausted from trying to stay alive. And this time he can't even fight back without hurting actual children!

The ball of a mace struck at the fragile stitches on his arms, tearing them open so fresh blood could pour out.

He raced towards a door and locked himself behind it, his breath coming out in shallow wheezes as his heart raced impossibly fast against his ribs.

'Calm down, breathe.' He thought to himself, trying to slow his rapid breathing so he could get air in his lungs.

Unfortunately the door he locked himself behind had a large glass window in the top of it.

Broken glass shards rained down on him, the noise drowned out by maniacal laughter. Leonardo screamed as a knife was stabbed into the front of his left shoulder and then torn back out, leaving a spray of blood. He looked up to see one of the girls leaning through the window with a terrifying smile.

"Blood for the blood god!" She bellowed, trying to squirm through the window, not giving a single crap about the broken glass.

He glared at her, trying to apply pressure to the new wound. Ok maybe this one deserves to be hurt a little. He quickly decked her in the face with his hand before racing down the halls again.

"Where the hell is an exit!" He yelled, screaming in agony when his right knee buckled underneath him, causing him to fall and hit the floor. All the stress of the past week had only been building and of course when he actually has to run, his knee can't take it anymore.

"Damn it come on, not now please." He tried to stand up, but his stupid bad knee refused to cooperate. Not even the knee brace was helping now. The swarm of girls was starting to catch up to him. Is he really about to lose to a bunch of children?

"The guys will never let me live this down." He mumbled, leaning against the wall as he staggered into another room, quickly locking and barricading the door which didn't have a window this time. This room looked like the building's office, where all the business bullshit took place. Another girl was playing on the computer. A computer…

Donatello's laptop still works. The screen is half busted but it still works. That means Leonardo can get in contact with Donatello! And hopefully get some backup.

"Excuse me, I have to use the computer." Leonardo said, gently picking up the girl sitting at the screen. She instantly shrieked like she was being full on murdered.

"NO PUT ME DOWN I WAS ABOUT TO BEAT BETHANY'S HIGHSCORE!" She yelled, kicking and thrashing in the hooded turtle's grip.

"This will only take a minute I promise!" He gently moved the girl out of the chair and put her aside. Leonardo opened up the list of contacts, his vision blurring badly and the ringing in his ears returned with a vengeance. He wouldn't be able to type a sentence like this. He somehow clicked on a random contact with a purple icon he couldn't quite make out. Well it's not Donatello but maybe they can pass on a message.

So he turned on the microphone and started recording.

"I don't know who is going to hear this but I need help! I'm being attacked by hordes of vicious little girls and yes I know that sounds lame but it's the truth." The blood seeking cries of the girls grew closer, followed by banging on the door. Shit they found him!

"I'm at a building called Grandma CJ's Brownies and I've been injured so please just send this message to my brother-" A loud crash cut the turtle off. The door was being busted off the hinges. Jesus fucking christ.

"They're breaking the door down? Where are these girls' parents? Fuck I'm running out of time, send this message to my brother Don-" Something tightly wrapped around his throat, yanking him backwards. It was pulled hard into his throat, closing his windpipe.

Leonardo coughed and wheezed, trying desperately to get air into his lungs and remove the constriction from his throat. The girls were all around him, kicking and smacking him over and over like he was their punching bag. All the while his lungs were rapidly pulsing with the shallowest of breaths.

"Turn off the recording and delete the message!" Julia shouted and another girl nodded. The recording was stopped, making the blue clad turtle's hope of a rescue evaporate while continued to fight for air.

"Uh oh." The girl said, a scared look on her face.

"What do you mean 'uh oh' what did you do Kelly?" Julia yelled.

"I accidentally sent it, my bad!" Kelly whined, dodging Julia's fist.

"Damn it! This is why you'll never get more than three badges Kelly! Who was it sent to?"

"Someone named Bootyshaker9000"

All the girls started laughing, though it sounded like they were underwater as Leonardo started to lose consciousness.

"You stupid dumbass! You put all your faith into "Bootyshaker9000" oh god you're pathetic!" Julia cackled, kicking Leonardo in the ribs. His vision was going dark. The last thing he heard was Julia speaking.

"Tie him up! When Grandma CJ gets back she'll decide what we do with him!" Leonardo was dragged away from the computer room, finally losing the battle against unconsciousness as the inky black dark consumed him. Hopefully someone got the message.

Not all that far away, in the turtle tank, a bright purple tablet buzzed to life. A new notification displaying on the screen. It remained for several minutes until the tablet shut itself back off. The owner of this tablet had also been taken captive, and was now awaiting his own rescue.

Leonardo truly has the worst luck in the entire damn universe. Raphael was right, he shouldn't have gone off alone, too bad he didn't listen.