#this took around uhh. 3? 4 hours?

[alicechess]

Art x reader part 2

Note: This hasn't been proof read, so my bad if it's not the greatest I smashed this out in like 4 hours. So not the highest quality chapter. I might fix this up at one point, heavy maybe.

@ch1hvro

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You felt ill after the shift, it could be explained, it absolutely could be, right? Just a coincidence, a man dressing up to be a dick, then point at the plastic ring on your hand because he thought it was amusing, and joked that it was him who gave it. Yeah, just a joke, coincidence. You settled on it being a coincidence. 

As soon as you got home, you took the ring of and but it on your bedside table, you didn't want to wear it, you were meant to Halloween night, but it completely slipped your mind. 

However, that night, you heard on the news he somehow escaped the morgue today, in the morning. The news reporters stated the injuries, and allegedly a few people who work in the medical field said how unlikely it would've been for him to survive. They then stated that the poor mortician was brutally murdered too from him, because of course he had to do it. Does that mean it is possible he came to your work today? If that was him, why? He didn't have any blood, or any visible injuries at least. He moved perfectly fine. 

You shook your head, there was no point in thinking about it. If you saw him again, then it absolutely wasn't a coincidence, as there would be no way to justify it. You then turned the TV off, then went to bed. The thoughts of him stuck in your mind as you laid there, the whole day repeating over in your head. How his attention was stuck on you, why that specific Cafe, and although again, the ring may just be him being a dick and not knowing. It still bothered you, all of that happening within the span of an hour. Eventually you fell asleep, your dreams, of course, had him there too. 

The next morning you awoke in a cold sweat, your heart racing rapidly. Once you glanced around and noticed you were in your room, you felt relief.

Just a dream

Maybe you needed to ignore the news, take a break from social media for a few days or even a week. You had no doubt some people would be talking about stuff, but you just had to hope you wouldn't overhear anything. Maybe it'd be good to take a day off, though you knew your boss would be pissed and so as your co-workers. You've barely taken days off the whole year, maybe 3 at most. 

You decided to send a message to your boss, explaining that you have some family stuff going on, and if you could take the day off tomorrow. 

Hopefully he'd be fine with it.

You started getting ready, after showering

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You walked into the door of the Café, the ringing bell irritated your ears. You walked into the back, you had to do a bunch of dishes from last night since one of the other workers had to leave early. Your co-worker spotted then greeted you, "Hey, you look like shit."

You rolled your eyes, "Wow, what a nice way to say good morning Charlie." 

They gave you a cocky smile, "I know I know, I'm wonderful aren't I?"

That damn smile was contagious, "Aww, and I've got you smiling too."

A small chuckle left you, "Yeah yeah, anyway, how longs your shift today? Anyone else in?"

"Uhh, till about 4. I have another job on the side to earn extra. And no, Laurie left about 10 minute ago, she had to leave early as she had an appointment."

"Ew, that's gotta be painful, and god damn it, it would've been nice having a third for today.

"It's painful, but moneys money, world can't go on without it." They sighed, "And I'm trying to save for a new car, the shitbox out there ain't gonna last much longer." They said, taking the eggs out the frypan. "Anyway, can we talk more during our break? Can't have customers complaining."

"Yeah sure, that'd be great actually." They then walked out with the plate of food. 

Your morning was a lot easier to deal with after that interaction, although you hated to admit it, they were annoying at times but you loved them. They were a great friend, and made working a lot easier to tolerate.

You filled the sink and placed the dishes in there, cleaning the least dirty to the most. More and more dishes came, but you tried your best to stay ahead. The dishwasher was going to take forever and only could do a small amount at a time, so this is unfortunately a job that had to be done.

After about an hour, you were close to being finished, and so was the dishwasher. After, you put the dishes away, then went up to your Charlie to check if they needed help with anything.

"To be honest, not really, business is slower than normal, which is a fucking relief." They whispered, so none of the customers could hear. 

"Nice, is Chloe gonna be here soon? It would be nice if she could cover the register, and we can chill in the back."

They shrugged, "Not sure, she's meant to be here at some point today but that's all I know."

You groaned, "Alright, since business is slow should I just sweep and mop now?" 

You heard that cursed bell ring, and you heard a honk. You instantly turned around, wondering what that noise was. 

"What the fuck..." Charlie muttered under their breath.

Your eyes widened, bile rose up in your throat. You stood still for a few moments as you locked eyes with that fucker, then you sprinted towards the staff toilet. You leaned over, the breakfast you ate not longer ago instantly came up. Your throat burned as acid tore at your throat. You clenched the toilet bowl as it kept going. You body shook rapidly from fear and shock.

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck

Why is he here, it was meant to be a fucking coincidence. Do I have a murderer stalking me?

You weren't sure what to do, but after about a minute you heard your Charlie running over.

"Hey, hey!" They said crouching down, rubbing your back. "What the hell was that? Are you okay?"

You nodded, "Yeah...." You croakily mumbled, your legs wobbling as you slowly stood up.

"Stay there if you need to, I can handle the front for a bit." 

You shook your head, "I'll be fine, it's fine. Just give me a minute and I'll clean up."

"Look Chloe should be here soon, when she gets here I'll explain you were sick so you had to leave. Got it?"

You rolled your eyes, "I'll be okay, I just got nauseous.-"

"No, you're heading home when she gets here."

You wanted to argue, but you knew it was probably a good idea. You didn't want to see... it again. 

"Fine, can I help just till she gets here?"

"Yeah sure, just don't overwork yourself and let me know if you feel ill again."

You nodded, moving towards the sink to splash water on your face. "Alright, I'm gonna head back, don't rush yourself I can handle it." They patted your back again, then walked off.

You looked down at your shirt, and thankfully there was no vomit. So, you went back to helping Charlie. As soon as you were in the doorway you spotted him, sitting down. "Hey, is it okay if you could pass this to the customer in the clown suit real quick? I just need to prepare another order."

You nodded, trying to not show your fear to them. "Yeah, of course!"

While you walked over, you noticed his eyes were on you. You looked at the floor, knowing it was rude but you were so afraid. You put the pancakes down in front of the clown. "Here's your order... sir." You mumbled, giving a forced smile. As you starting walking away, he beeped the horn. 

"Did you need something?" 

He nodded, gesturing you to come closer.

He looked at your hand, a frown forming on his face. But not a second later is was replaced with that eerie smile. He stared at you as he purposely knocked the plate down onto the floor. It shattered onto the ground. He covered his mouth, giving an exaggerated 'Oops' face. A few customers looked over giving a confused and concerned expression.

Your face turned into a thin line, what the fuck "I'm sorry sir, I'll be back." You quickly muttered, walking to Charlie, "Hey, look I can't do this right now, can you please talk to the clown? I'll do whatever you were doing before. I'm just really uncomfortable around him."

They nodded, noticing you were shaken up. "Yeah that's fine, but what's going on? You look horrified, did something happen?"

You shook your head, "It's nothing, just can you help him?"

"Okay, I'll do that now, you just need to make a strawberry milkshake for table 5 while I deal with the clown."

"Easy." You immediately started to work on it, you scooped the ice-cream, poured the milk and strawberry-flavoured syrup and then blended it. You occasionally heard words from your Charlie while they were trying to communicate with the clown. But of course it went nowhere. As you were pouring the milkshake into a plastic cup, they came up to you. "I have no idea what he wants, he's not responding at all to me. I clean up the mess, but I don't know what else to do. Was he at least responding to you?"

"Yeah, I guess, but I really, really don't want to talk to him. He's... scaring me." You glanced at the floor, feeling embarrassed. 

"It's okay, I'll figure something out. Other customers are starting to feel uncomfortable as well. Fuck, Chloe needs to get here soon."

"Yeah, hopefully, should I contact the boss?" 

They nodded, "Can you contact Chloe first? We need her here soon."

"I'll do that now, I'll try and make it quick." You hurried out to the back again, pulling out your phone. You dialled her number, but it immediately when to voice mail. "What the fuck..." You murmured, trying again. And again. You groaned, then decided to send her a quick message.

Y/n: Hey, are you still coming into work today? 

You hoped she'd read it soon, then you dialled your bosses number. Thankfully, you heard her voice on the other end. 

"Hello?"

"Hey, I heard from Charlie that Chloe would be coming in today at some point. What time would she be here? She isn't picking up any of my calls. "

You heard a sigh on the other end, "Give me a moment."

After 15 seconds of rustling sounds, she answered. "Alright, it says she'd be on around 2pm till 8pm. Is she not there?"

"No, she's not. It's 2:30."

You heard another sigh from your boss, "I'll try and contact her, that's all I can do. Is that all you needed?"

"No, I was wondering what to do about a customer. One of them is making me and Charlie uncomfortable. He keeps.... just doing stuff."

"If you want advice I need more details." 

You took a deep breath in, "For one he's in a clown outfit, which in itself isn't bad but it's just how he's acting doing it too. If that makes sense, and he purposely broke one of our plates, and acted like it was all funny. He then wouldn't talk to Charlie, only me. It's just such bizarre behaviour."

"Normally threatening them with the police will cause them to stop, but if he continues call the non-emergency line for the police. That's it."

"Alright, thank you."

"Bye." She said, the line ending.

You walked back to the register to talk to your Charlie. "Chloe was meant to be here at 2. What the fuck do we do? She isn't picking up my calls, she's not answering my messages and the boss just told us to threaten the clown with the police but fuck that I'm not comfortable with it I don't know him and he's scaring-"

"Calm down, you're gonna be okay. This isn't a big deal you'll be fine we can figure this out. I'll talk to him."

You glanced over your shoulder to look at the clown. He was sitting there, his chin resting on his hands, giving you a wink. 

"God fucking damn it." Your muttered under your breath, he waved at you, then gesturing for him to come over again. "He wants me to go over again, what do I do? What the fuck do I do?"

Charlie bit their bottom lip, "I can go over if you like and try again, but I doubt he'll listen."

"Fuck, fine, I'll fucking doing it." You whisper-yelled, immediately going over towards the clown. You noticed most of the customers had left. How had no one called the police yet? Maybe they thought it was someone trying to be funny? 

"Hello sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

The clown told you to stop, raising his pointer-finger. He then went through the garbage bag next to him. You heard the sounds of metal hitting metal, making you feeling almost as sick as before. He pulled out an envelope. You stared at it for a moment, noticing brown splotches over it. It looked like dried blood. You also noticed how there was a bump inside. You were about to place it down, but he gestured for you to open it.

You stared with widened eyes, really not wanting to. "I'm sorry sir... I-"

The clown gestured one more time, a deep frown on his face. You were afraid, so begrudgingly, you open it. And inside was a chunk of blonde hair, with a small amount of dyed-blue strands. You pulled it out and saw a piece of someone's scalp was attached. The blonde hair looked identical to Chloe's. You placed it back down onto the table, stepping back. 

"Why.... what did she do to you?"

You knew what he did. It was obvious. But all you wanted to know is why. Yeah she could be bitchy at times, but she never had bad intentions. Not anything worthy of her fucking dying.

The Clown silently giggled, slapping his knee like it was the funniest joke in the world. He pointed at you, mimicking a horrified look and then continued laughing. 

"Oh fuck this." You muttered, Charlie looked over and saw the terrified look on your face. "Charlie we need to get the fuck out now!" You yelled, grabbing their arm, dragging them into the kitchen. To get out through the front, you would've had to walk past him again, and that was not something that you wanted. 

You shoved them inside and slammed the door shut, locking it. "Grab a knife Charlie." They didn't ask questions, just grabbing it off the bench. The clown was walking over towards the counter, where you'd pass food through to the person at the register. He stood there smiling. 

"Nope, don't look just fucking get out." You urgently said to Charlie, grabbing their arm and leading them to the back door. You unlocked it ran out with them. You rummaged through your pockets and grabbed your keys, your hands shaking as you tried to open the car door. 

"Y/n your tires have been fucking slashed!" 

"Oh for fuck sake!" You yelled, this time they dragged you. You dropped your keys while they pulled you, "My keys!"

"It doesn't matter Y/n! There's a fucking psycho chasing us." 

You followed them, running to the nearest store. You looked behind, noticing the clown was behind, with that fucking garbage bag thrown on it's shoulder. 

As Charlie ran into the store, they yelled to call the police. They didn't care about scaring the workers, they just needed to make sure the both of you were safe. The woman at the register looked confused. They ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind the both of you. They fumbled with their phone, dialling the emergency number. 

"What's your emergency?"

"There's a fucking psycho chasing after us! He's trying to fucking kill us!" They yelled, sounding hysterical. 

"Okay, calm down. Are you safe right now?"

"I think so, we've locked ourselves in a random stores bathroom. We don't know where he is right now."

"Okay, what did he look like?"

"He-he was wearing a black and white clown outfit, like the one from the news!"

"Alright...." The operator said, sounding like they thought it was a prank call, but they still continued.

"What store are you in right now?" 

Charlie turned to you, "Do you know where we ran to?"

You shook your head, "I-I wasn't paying attention, I'm sorry!"

"It's fine." Charlie murmured, "We don't know, but can you guys track the phone?"

The woman sighed, "Yes we can, but if this is a prank call you will be in serious trouble."

"We aren't fucking lying, my fucking car tires were slashed and this fucker gave me an envelope with co-workers scalp in it! Get the damn police here right now or we could get brutally murdered!" You screamed at the operator.

"Please calm down, the police are on their way." The operator said, "Please stay on the line, are you hearing anything outside of the bathroom?"

Charlie spoke up, "No, it's oddly quiet out there, I... I don't know where he is. I don't know if he followed us in or not. We didn't look around."

The only thing you could hear was cars driving by, it was otherwise painfully silent.

"Fuck what happened to Chloe, oh god I hope she's okay. Please Chloe be okay." You whimpered, dropping to the ground. "Fuck I'm sorry Chloe, I'm so sorry." Tears welled up in your eyes, then started streaming down your face.

Charlie knelt down, placing their phone on the tiled floor, "Hey, it's okay, Chloe might still be out there. Probably not in the best condition but still maybe out there." They gently hugged you.

You sniffled, "What if that psycho grabbed my keys, I'm not even going to be safe in my own fucking home." You sobbed, "I didn't even do anything to him!" 

"I know, some people are just messed up, but you'll be okay, I'll make sure of it. No ones going to hurt you." 

Eventually, you heard the police sirens and them shouting. After a few moments they knocked on the bathroom door. You immediately unlocked it, running out. "Did you find him?" You asked, your eyes showing the hope in this being simple, like maybe he was waiting outside or something stupid. But of course, reality didn't work that way. 

"The only people we found were the workers here, I'm sorry." One of the officers said, "Do you have any injuries?"

You and Charlie shook your head.

"Alright, we're going to need to take you in for questioning."

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[starlyx0]

so I have noticed some people think Ben is boring (trust me I’ve seen it)

so I am here to talk about everything ben and try to explain his character!

This won’t be the best character analysis

as English is not my first language and I'm trying to bring more attention to stuff that's not talked about often.

So I'm going to split this into 6 categories to try to make writing this easier for me so bare with me.

Things I’ll go over!

personality 

looks 

hobbies

past & current 

relationship with family 

relationship with friends

This is going to have a bunch of stuff that are headcanons I'm only including them to show ppl if u can put some thought into it u can get some reasonable ones.

1 | personality

I see a lot of ppl reduce his character to only music and being mute? which really upsets me because he soo so much more,

but making his entire personality music makes me so mad

most headcanons I see are all the same PLEASE I AM TIRED of hearing what kind of songs he listens to that or all ship headcanons titled as Bens 

he's a shy awkward guy we all know that cuz he really just stands in a corner awkwardly scratching his neck most times and he also doesn’t like horror or anything scary (eps 11) 

hes a protective older brother not overly like Tyler where hes more protective of Tay from other people ben is more chill going and more afraid of what life throws at Lily, there’s not much here cuz more points I have fit in the other categories :)

2 | looks 

he looks kinda of basic nobody can deny that so I won't, but because of his past I imagine he would have a bunch of scars ik he doesn’t and that’s a bummer cuz I really wish he had 🥲

After he lost his voice he became super facially expressive but also really good at hiding his emotions so it’s either really easy to read him or really hard no in between. also because of his past bullying, I assume it affected him and the way he presents himself that why he sticks to basic outfits and look,

overall trying not to bring attention to himself even after therapy he stuck to his habit but if someone gave him a little push and helped him he would drop it and start putting thought into his looks,

saw this somewhere I don’t remember where they said he would have curly hair as a kid but his mom didn’t know how to take care of it so they ended up shaving it and i think curly or wavy haired Ben would be so cute also he would look amazing with an eyebrow piercing %100 and uhh I genuinely don’t remember him smiling genuinely in canon so i imagine his with a downturned smile I may be wrong about that idk

3 | hobbies

did I make this a separate category just to talk about him being an artist? yes I absolutely did 🙂↕️

I fear most people forgot about it n honestly and that is criminal 

there is not much said about it in canon but I’ll work with what I have,

he probably didn’t have much artistic skills when he was younger and only started doing it as a distraction and a way to calm down n he probably made himself draw

I feel like red projected onto him in that ifykyk😭

but from the picture Ben draws based on things that happen so he diff draws a bunch of random things he sees and thinks its cool, he would draw everything and everyone and I feel his art style would be more realistic tbh

but Ben also plays guitar, plays piano 

, fight, used to sing, and the medic of the group like what else he do?? he is literally perfect what more can I say here but most of these are not really hobbies but skills he had to learn for the sake of his life 

4 | Past & current 

I’ll talk more here about how his past affects him currently,

I love to think he has a fear of fires because of the fire that burned down his house more of a headcanon tbh

see the pan he burned in that official art? it took him half an hour in his room to calm down his heartbeat and gathering around the campfire is the opposite of relaxing for him

probably hates turtlenecks with his being 

and I want to talk about his voice as that affects him the most what really bothers me about the fandom is that a lot of people ignore the fact that he probably will never speak. 

I see plenty of ppl benlor shippers say 

“he would sing for —-🥺“ “he would whisper to comfort—🥺“ n it makes me wonder are we even talking about the same character???? which is absolute bullshit if he did that he is the one that’s gonna need comfort like please. he would probably never speak unless he sees someone's head gets ripped off there body.

It's said flat out in episode 27

That he has the option to speak but he doesn’t why? Because he hates his voice and if he hates his voice sm he chose to not speak for yearsss what makes u think he would speak for the sake of someone else's comfort when doing that only pains him? he is selectively mute for a reason I'm not saying he doesn’t have a voice but at least if u headcanon him to speak in the future at least let it be for his own sake instead of doing it for someone else or make it about ur ship.

5 | Relationship with family 

Starting with his parents I don’t think they are bad parents at all they tried to help him as much as they could but they couldn’t so they opened up other options and let him move away and heal even if he’s not with them I think what the did is a good choice for their situation and their relationship would still be great tbh considering the distance 

now onto Lily

I honestly can talk about them for days. I love them 

Their relationship is so sweet the way Lily is stuck to him every chance she gets and ah also used to sing to her can you imagine how she felt seeing her brother coming home later and later covered in bruises not singing to her to sleep anymore watching him sneak out 

she basically watched her brother spiral down and then leave she was probably too young to really understand what was going on fully so now she just wants to spend all the time she can with him and he tries to make up for lost time :(

now Aiden 

most people probably forgot Aiden is the closest person to Ben and the same goes the other way around.

Aiden is a life long friend of Ben’s

he literally trusts him, follows him everywhere and lets him decide for him 

they spent most of their time together since Ben moved in they live together there stuck together.

Aiden probably helped him a lot mentally helping him try new things and be more carefree

Ben also probably helped him mentally and physically patching him up and looking out for him overall,

I see some Aiden fics that are like “Oh no Ben’s gonna be so upset at me 😖” and they make him act like a nurse, not a friend and he just bandages him up then leaves as if nothing happened and someone else comes and in does all the comforting 

like I can count all the fics where Ben acts like a decent person and I'd still have more fingers up than down,

it’s so upsetting how ignored their relationship is in this fandom they deserve so much more honestly.

6 | Relationship with friends 

he is definitely the therapist friend 

He is that kind of friend that you can tell everything to him going from weird food to the worst time of your life and won't even realize it 

his friendship with Ash is very chill not the closest I'd say,

they're really just trying to keep their peace lmao

his friendship with Taylor

I imagine them as gossip girls tbh Ben being a quiet kid while Taylor is popular they definitely know some good gossip 

his friendship with Tyler is something he used to find him irritating but then he realized they have a lot in common especially when Tyler was teaching him guitar which was precise since he was the one who offered 

and his friendship with Logan 

it's really sweet Logan would try to teach him gardening while they talk about their interests

and be absolute nerds together lmao

overall the friendship between all of them is really sweet ik I didn’t give it justice here but the found family trope and the way they find comfort in each other is just everything to me

And I'm done yappin hope u enjoyed that because that was over 1,5k words 

if u have any questions feel free to ask 🫡

[whatdoidosatoru]

Sleeping In

PART 3 of The Only Exception

- part 1 - part 2 - part 4 - ao3

pairing: Keisuke Baji x OC (reader)

wc: 4.6k

tags: smut, fluff, no use of y/n, some back story (talk of cheating etc..), oral sex (m and f receiving), this chapter is actually pretty mild, sorry :)

summary: after another night of shenanigans with Keisuke, he cleared his schedule to spend a day with me

music:

Absolutely (Story About a Girl) - Nine Days

The Great Escape - Boys Like Girls

Coffee at Midnight - Stand Atlantic

Always - Panic! At The Disco

Church - Fall Out Boy

Sarah Smiles - Panic! At The Disco

Memories Of A Broken Heart - Crown The Empire

Sleeping In - All Time Low

Always - blink-182

MDNI! 18+ ONLY!

I rolled over after what seemed to be a very short nap to find Keisuke with a very focused face holding a book from beside my bed.

“Everything okay?” I seemed to have snapped him out of his focus.

“Oh, yeah, this is just a bit weird."

I chuckled, “Yeah, it’s quite different. One of the main themes is reinvention of oneself and writing one’s own story. Meaning, in storytelling, you can reshape your life and constantly move from one self to the other and so on. If you want, you can borrow it, I’ve read it twice already.” He put the book away and slid back down to meet me for a kiss. 

“Maybe later, I like the person I am with you now.” He pushed my hair out of my face.

“Uhh so,” I started, clearing my throat, “What was that ‘all mine’ business?”

His face turned serious, “Did you not like it? I’m sorry if it was too much…”

“No, no, it’s not that,” I quickly stopped him, “I was just wondering what that meant to you.”

“I thought it seemed kind of obvious?”

“Let’s pretend it’s not and I’d like you to clarify.”

With a sharp inhale I stared at his face. I couldn’t say I hadn’t thought about it. There’s a certain satisfaction in fantasising about a relationship with a person you’ve only seen in a public space once and couldn’t forget their face. But this was different, he was really here, physically and emotionally, asking me to trust him and let him in.

He sat up and I followed, both completely naked and vulnerable.

"I want to be with you. I want you to be mine and nobody else’s. I really like you, to the point that I don’t know how I survived those 28 hours between leaving and seeing you again, having the confirmation that I was just overthinking things. I want to be the only person to do these things with you. I want to take you out on dates and then come back home with you and hold you until we fall asleep,” he shook his head, breaking eye contact, “and now that I said all this I really hope you feel somewhat the same because if you don’t I might just lose my mind.”

 All I could hear was a faraway voice in my head, repeating a mantra that had kept me from living my life the way I was supposed to.

You’re so obsessed with me and naive, no wonder I could sneak around and bed a different girl every night and still come back to you to take me in. Are you so stupid that you can’t see that we have been over for months now? I just kept you around so your cunt can be useful to me.

Keisuke sighed, reaching to touch my face. “Then I guess I’ll have to try harder to get to know you,” he said with a smile, “I’m not giving up on you, Yuna. I know we’re going to be good together, I can just feel it in my bones. Whatever I can do to help you see it, I’ll do it.”

“Keisuke…” his eyes locked onto mine.

“...I’m not sure you thought this through enough. You don’t really know me, you don’t know what a mess my head is in. I want to say yes and it felt right saying I was yours, but I’m afraid we’d rush into it and ruin everything.”

“Can we just watch something first?” I asked.

“Can you be naked while we watch?” His mouth showed a devilish grin.

“Pervert.” I playfully smacked his shoulder, then leaned over to kiss his soft lips, digging my hand into his hair, now in a very loose ponytail. He bit my lower lip, took out the hair bobble, and shook his hair out. I got up to position my laptop on the desk so we could see the screen and put on one of my favourite series.

~ 

When I got back to bed, Keisuke wrapped his arm around me and kissed the top of my head,

“I’m still going to call you mine until you tell me to fuck off.” I didn’t think that could ever be an option.

Mai Darling, 21:33

i’m going to sleep, getting up early to finish my research paper so you can get spicy wherever

just please don’t do it in the kitchen

i don’t want your sex particles in my food

Yunaaaaasty, 21:34

good night my darling i hope we dont wake you later <3

Mai Darling, 21:34

you’d better not or i’ll rip your boyfriend’s dick off :D

Yunaaaaasty, 21:34

:’(

Mai Darling, 21:35

thought so, good night and stay safe lovebirds <3

Huh. Boyfriend.

Something about the notion felt safe and comforting. But that was just a recipe to get hurt again. Especially after last time…

~

“I’ll be out late, don’t wait up,” the voice on the other end of the line said. My heart sank, this had been happening for months now, we never saw each other, apart from him sneaking through my window in the dead of night, waking me up for a quick fuck and then passing out, disappearing before I woke up. Whenever I wanted to bring up the fact that we didn’t spend time together anymore, that I was losing interest in him because we didn’t even talk, he’d wave it off. “I told you I was busy, what more do you want from me?” 

Mai had told me to break it off with him, he wasn’t worth crying over, he didn’t care about me, and I’d find someone who would actually make an effort with me. “Don’t be dumb, Yuna, he’s a little weasel. He’s always seemed a little bit off to me, and you can’t even deny it! You only started liking him because it felt good being with a bad boy at the time. Who knows what he’s actually doing,” Mai would warn me to break things off with him on a daily basis, but I didn’t want to give up on him. I believed I could get him back to how he was before he started to pull away from me. Nobody prepared me for what I’d actually see when I decided to follow him out that night. 

~

“Good morning, sweetheart,” I rolled over and saw Keisuke, already awake, smiling at me from the other side of the bed.

“Mmmmornn.” I definitely couldn’t be accused of being a morning person.

Keisuke chuckled, “I don’t think I know that language, but I’m going to assume you need a couple more minutes of quiet to wake up.” He pulled me closer into his chest so I took a deep breath and inhaled his scent. 

I opened one eye as if to sneakily look at him. I couldn’t get enough of him. I could smell him, but I needed to see him, touch him, taste him. Quickly forming a thought in my mind, I managed to wake myself up for my hand to start venturing lower along his body. He quickly caught on and gave me a naughty smile,

“I take it you’re awake now, hmm?” I replied with a kiss, my hand reaching its destination and making him moan into my mouth. 

My hand wrapped around his cock and started slowly pumping it. As I did that, his hips started rolling into me. His moans turned into groans and soft grunts so I decided to switch my approach. Lowering myself to his crotch, his eyes turned hungrier, his noises needier. I took his length into my mouth, eliciting a long moan from his perfectly soft lips. His hips started thrusting upwards, but only slightly, like he couldn’t help himself.

I moaned at the taste of him, sending him into another long moan from the vibrations on his sensitive tip. I bobbed my head up and down, licking along the shaft and wetting it with my spit. His hands were gripping the sheets and his eyes were squeezed shut, taking in all of the sensations. While one of my hands was on the length of his shaft I couldn’t fit into my mouth, I brought the other to my clit, slowly rubbing circles around it and using the sensation to moan around Keisuke’s cock.

He moved one of his hands behind his head and the other to grab my hair into a makeshift ponytail. I looked up and locked eyes with him.

“You look so pretty with-ah fuck-your lips around my cock I could watch you-ah-suck me forever.” He noticed where my other hand was. “Ah, I see. You enjoying yourself?” He smirked with amusement, gripping my hair tighter and pushing me to take more of him in while I sucked in my cheeks to squeeze him tighter. Now he set the pace and very soon he started moaning louder. I rubbed myself quicker now, incredibly turned on by his using my mouth how he wanted.

“Can I come into your mouth?” I could barely hear him through his panting and I had no way of replying as he was still fucking my face so I removed the hand from my clit and gave him a thumbs-up. He laughed, but quickly returned to moaning and cursing under his breath.

“Fuck your mouth is incredible I could do this all day. Good girl you’re taking me so well. Are you ready? Fuck I can’t hold on any longer-” With another tug of my hair and a loud moan he spilt down my throat and my fingers slowed down, not quite willing to stop. I flipped over onto my back and looked up at him, showing him my empty mouth. He smiled and leaned in for a kiss then dragged me back up and kissed down my front to get to where my fingers were teasing my pussy. 

Flashing his canines he went straight in to devour my needy clit and puffy lips. I let out a cry as he pushed two fingers inside of me, immediately hooking them upwards to make me arch my back in pleasure. He removed his tongue only to instruct me to grip his hair, to which I obliged right away, desperate for more friction.

As he licked lazy circles around my sensitive clit I pulled him in closer, kind of afraid he might suffocate, but he just attacked with more fervour, making me moan even louder than before,

“Yes-ah-Keisuke please I’m almost there,” I needed him so terribly and he chuckled, sending vibrations to my core, almost finishing me. 

“Cum on my tongue, pretty girl, I want to taste how good I made you feel.”

That sentence alone sent a wave of pleasure over me, I arched my back and cried out his name while he was slowing down to ease me down to earth. Once again, he wiped his face and licked my slick off, savouring every drop of me before helping me up and embracing me into a tight hug. I was enveloped in his scent, sweetness with a hint of citrus, and it felt like all my stress and overthinking just melted away.

He pulled away after a kiss on my forehead, grinned, and went to put his clothes on.

“I’m guessing you don’t have classes today?” I went to look for something to wear in my wardrobe.

“No, I have Mondays off from university and work, you?” Now that he was, sadly, dressed, he peered out of the bedroom to check if Mai was still home.

“I already messaged work I’m not coming in today.”

With that I stopped in my tracks. Was this because of me? Am I preventing him from going? Wait, does he want to stay in with me?

“Oh how come?” Somehow I managed to sound cool, calm, and collected…I hoped.

“If I hadn’t, I’d have to leave you in bed around seven to get home and get my things to make it. I’d decided I’d much rather spend time with you, if that’s okay with you, of course.” My heart skipped. I felt the biggest grin forming on my face and his face lighting up when he saw it.

“Of course, um, it’s my turn to cook today so I’ll need to pop into the shop to get a couple of things and Mai will be home around 2 and out by 3. Do you want to give me a hand cooking? You don’t have to, of course, but if you want to that would be cool. Also I have to let her know you’ll be with us, do you have any allergies or something you don’t like to eat?” I felt myself rambling and holy fuck I needed to shut up, but he was still grinning at me as if he’d love nothing more than listen to me ramble. 

“You’re so cute. I eat everything and I’ll definitely help and give it my best to not burn down the building.” He made his way to the bathroom and I followed, my hair was in dire need of brushing.

~

Yunaaaaasty, 10:12

my darling keeper of my very own sanity, for lunch we’re making you your favourite <3

Mai Darling, 10:13

My lady, whomstever doth thou meansth whensth thou saysth we?

Yunaaaaasty, 10:14

you’re giving me an aneurysm 

keisuke is staying here for a bit :| hope thats okay with you pls dont be mad mai

Mai Darling, 10:14

as long as my peppers are done and you haven’t fucked in the kitchen i’m fine 

he really likes spending time in our flat huh

don’t take it the wrong way i really don’t mind, i’m just…noticing things

Yunaaaaasty, 10:16

noticing things, my queen?

Mai Darling, 10:16

don’t you worry your pretty little head with that ;) you have enough worries in there for all of us

i’m just saying he’s trying to spend time with you i think that’s cute

continue with my lunch now, servants!

Yunaaaaasty, 10:17

certainly, your highness *bows, scrapes ground with head, disintegrates into ground*

~

On our way to the shop, I noticed Keisuke battling with himself whether or not reach for my hand so I made it easier for him by entangling our fingers and smiling at him. He stopped in the middle of his sentence, as if shocked by my action, and continued with a slight stammer.

On the way back he decided to take my hand himself, but he was reduced to giggles when I used his hand to drag him closer to me and kiss his cheek. It felt good being out with him, being seen and not hidden like some kind of a shameful secret. Maybe it wouldn’t be catastrophic, being with Keisuke. 

“Have I told you how pretty you are?” I interrupted his thoughts, he snapped his head towards me and opened and closed his mouth a couple of times as if unsure how to start.

“I…I mean you said something like that when we met, but uhhh where’s this coming from?”

“I was just thinking out loud. I like being seen with you. Like this,” I lifted our hands, fingers threaded together, “and not feeling like you’re ashamed of me or whatever.”

“What? Has this happened to you before? Because if someone was ashamed to be seen with you, then they’re a moron of epic proportions.” He brought my hand to his lips and gave it a soft kiss, “If we were together, I’d shout it from the rooftops. I’d become so insufferable that everybody would roll their eyes whenever I mention you.” He was so ecstatic about it that I just had to giggle at him.

Back in the kitchen, I put on my apron adorned with Mai’s and my faces - it had been a birthday present from her not long after we moved in together. Keisuke rolled up his sleeves and started chopping red and orange peppers while I seasoned chicken and popped it into the oven. He had already diced the onion because I mentioned nothing stopped from me crying when I did it. When we threw it all into the pan, I got the seasoning out and Keisuke just stared at me from the other end of the kitchen.

“What is it?” I said with a smile.

“Being here and doing mundane things with you feels so natural.”

I couldn’t help but imagine a reality where this was the norm. Walking together, holding hands, cooking lunch, just existing in the same room and talking. I grabbed my wooden spoon and mixed the peppers and onion, adding herbs and garlic. I took out a tablespoon to taste it and grabbed a spoonful for Keisuke to try. He nodded approvingly,

“This is that dish you said you make often? Fucking incredible.” I grinned, put the cooked rice into the pot and mixed it all together.

By the time the chicken was finished in the oven, Mai barged in, groaning and throwing her bag on the chair before face-planting the couch.

“I hate her so muuuuuuch! She knows I don’t read and she still won’t cut me some slack when it comes to assigned reading. I don’t know how many times I have to spell it out for her that I’m fucking D - Y - L - S - E - X - Y - C!”

I had to smack Keisuke’s chest to stop him from snickering.

“My darling,” I went to check on her, “you do know that’s not how you spell dyslexic, right?”

She lifted her head off the pillow and blew a strand of hair out of her face, “Well that’s how I spell it.”

I patted her head and motioned her to come to the kitchen where I plated up our food and brought it to the table with Keisuke’s help. 

“And is your brother older or younger than you?” I wondered.

After we finished lunch, Mai grumbled away into her bedroom and got ready for work while Keisuke and I washed up and put away leftover rice. We still had a good few hours before he had to go home to make dinner for him and his brother so I suggested we go for a walk.

This time holding hands felt natural, and every time we passed someone I knew I didn’t feel like I had to let go and hide. He told me about his coursework, how he had always known he wanted to be a vet, about his favourite things, and his childhood friends. 

“Well, he’s not actually my brother, but he may as well be. We’ve been friends since we were in school. Funny story, actually,” He chuckled to himself, “He wanted to bully me but I ended up saving him from getting beaten up. You’re gonna have to meet him one day soon.”

I stopped in my tracks. He wanted to introduce me to his best friend/brother?

“No, not at all. I’m actually looking forward to meeting him.”

He looked at me, worry in his face, “Something wrong?”

I shook my head, trying not to show I was tearing up,

“You’re so weird, did you know?” He pulled me closer for a kiss. In public? In front of people!

Our kiss got broken up by a bicycle bell so we fled out of the way and just kept walking around. When we passed my university building I pointed it out.

“Looks like a prison, sorry,” Keisuke noted.

“Sometimes it feels like one, too. I need to get something from the library though, wanna come with?” He joined me inside, perusing the shelves of different sections in the library, while I went to the linguistics section to get a massive tome I needed for my next paper. On the way back home he offered to carry it for me when he saw the sheer size of the book. 

“Not gonna lie, Kei, you look really hot with a book in your hand.” His raised eyebrow made me giggle.

“Kei? I like that. I’ll start carrying a book with me at all times.” His hair was shining in the sun and I was overwhelmed by the need to run my fingers through it. Get it together, Yuna. 

I ended up recounting how I had met Mai, how she essentially ‘adopted’ me when she realised I was revising for the same midterm she had to take and she could listen to me revise instead of suffering through her own notes. Then we very quickly became best friends and I asked her if she wanted to move in with me since I had a free room in my flat.

“You own the place then?” Keisuke asked. This story always made me sad.

“Yeah, it was my grandma’s, but she died just before I started university and she left it to me, fully paid off, and she left me a savings account for my tuition. Technically I’m only working to cover my spending money and pay for food.” He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and caressed my cheek.

“Sorry to hear about your grandma.” I smiled at him, now approaching the front door. 

As I was struggling to find the apartment key in the sea of keychains, Keisuke started nibbling on my neck, “Hmm this feels kind of familiar, don’t you think?”

I hurried with the keys and pulled him behind me, heading straight into my room and starting to take off my clothes. His mouth was pulled into a devilish grin, canines poking out, making him look like a vampire, and he took his shirt off before pulling his hair back and attacking my neck again.

~

While we were lying entangled I couldn’t help but overthink the situation. I could feel myself digging the hole of obsession deeper by the minute, which is something I had told myself wouldn’t happen again. But, that said, this didn’t feel like last time.

Keisuke opened his eyes and nearly startled me when he spoke. “You look sad.”

Last time I jumped into a relationship without weighing out my options, just because I liked the look of him and he charmed me into thinking he’d stay like he had been that first week. Then I ended up spending six months constantly wondering where he was, and, on the rare occasions he actually spent time with me, being hidden from the eyes of anyone else.

We’d never held hands or hugged in public. He’d never introduced me to his friends or family. Then he’d said he was just keeping me around for sex and my whole self-worth collapsed. 

Not a question. I didn’t want to bother him with my problems, but it was like he had a sixth sense for it.

“Did you forget what I said to you last night? I want to be with you, and that means taking on a portion of your sadness as well as making you cum daily. Let me help you.”

His usual goofiness is gone, replaced by a serious tone, seeing directly into my soul with his intense eyes. He moved one hand to my hip and started caressing me. 

“I was just overthinking things. I know, I know, when do I not?” With a sigh, I continued.

“I wasn’t allowed to express myself in the last relationship. I’m still trying to learn how to communicate with a partner because I didn’t get that before. That’s why I’m so conflicted because I was drawn to you from the start, but the past experience says it only leads to a catastrophe.” I felt the need to shut my mouth immediately. I’d said too much and laid out my emotions too soon.

My mind was racing, but I’d decided. “I think it’s too soon to say, but there’s another Emo Nite event in 11 days and that might be a good day to decide.” 

Keisuke touched my face, looking deep into my eyes.

“Funny you said that, I also felt drawn to you when I first saw you. I was rude to you to try and stop myself from acting on that feeling, but it clearly didn’t work.” He gestured at us lying in each other’s arms. “But I’m glad this happened because now I can show you how a real man treats his partner. What the actual fuck was this guy’s problem? You’re so smart, kind, funny, and interesting, I can’t wait to hear every next word from your mouth. I really hope you give me a chance to show you how serious I am about all of it.”

“Sounds like a date. Gives me time to talk to my friends and get them to come with me again. Apparently they had a decent time after I left.” 

“Does that mean I could meet them then?”

He leaned in to kiss me and chuckled, “Sweetheart, you’re meeting them way sooner than that.”

~

With a million kisses to go and no firm plan on when we’ll see each other next, I saw him to the door and said goodbye. It hadn’t been five minutes before I got a message from him.

Keisuke, 18:32

I can smell you on my clothes. It’s making me smile in public. c:

Yuna🖤💙, 18:33

thats funny because we spent most of the time with no clothes on

but i can smell you on my pillow and im just gonna sit here and snuggle it for a while

Keisuke, 18:33

That’s probably the lamest thing I’ve ever heard.

Please keep it up.

I’ll give you my hoodie or something next time.

Yuna🖤💙, 18:34

PROMISE?!

Keisuke, 18:34

Woah eager beaver C;

Yeah of course. Seeing you in my clothes might send me to a hospital, but I bet it would be worth it. c;

Yuna🖤💙, 18:35

if you get a heart attack whos gonna eat me out until i cry from overstimulation??????

Boyfriend Material🧛🏻, 18:36

Hey I’m hospitalised, not dead!

Yuna🖤💙,18:36

youre ridiculous. let me know when you get home safe <3

Boyfriend Material🧛🏻, 18:37

How cute, she’s worried about me c;

~

Yuna-chan, 19:03

i spent the past 22 hours with him 

hes sooooo not like any asshole from before

like

he held my hand when we walked

he kissed me in front of the library?!?!?!!?

he asks me stuff about me

chat is this real??? 

Hana-chan, 19:05

Dibs on picking bridesmaid dresses :)

Seriously though Yuna Im so happy for you

He sounds really nice

I expect an in-depth report on Sunday :D

And I want to see both of you at the event next Friday ;)

Yuna-chan, 19:10

thank you hana i couldnt have done this without you

seriously

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HE TOOK A POLAROID OF ME FROM THE FRIDGE!

Hana-chan, 19:12

Thank fuck it wasn’t a pair of panties hahah

That’s kinda cute ngl

You have one of him he has one of you.

Yuna-chan, 19:15

i’m smiling uncontrollably ??????? can’t stop send help

btw you got homework done for tomorrow?

~

After a few more hours of general upkeep of the apartment, texting with Hana and Keisuke, and sniffing the pillow whenever I walked into my bedroom, Mai arrived home from work and headed straight into the kitchen for leftovers. We sat at the kitchen table, catching up, when she pulled out a bag of popcorn from her bag, along with a couple of pots full of nacho cheese dip.

With a grin, we switched to the living room and put on our favourite show to rewatch, snacking on the loot from the cinema. 

[lovinqmils]

ꜰᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴏᴍᴇ┊ avatar x human!reader

Warnings: follows avatar twow plot (aka spoils the whole thing) , sfw (don't even try me w anything weird) , some ooc, use of y/n, female reader, argument?

can also be found on wattpad: @lovinqmils

THIS IS A STORY (NOT A ONESHOT) SO IT'LL HAVE MULTIPLE PARTS

I don't speak na'vi, so all the na'vi words are from google pls forgive me if they are wrong (┳◇┳)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

TW: ARGUMENT

PART 2: " DANCER " 1.9k words

you sat on your desk chair, curled up in a ball mumbling angry complaints about your current situation

“how could they do this to me..? why would I want to get closer to my potential killer!?”

you fell silent as you heard a knock on your bedroom door, reluctantly getting up you slowly opened the door and saw a young human boy, who you often saw in the lab, standing in the doorway.

‘wait! maybe I won’t have to face them after all!’ you thought, your eyes lighting up with the hope that you wouldn’t be spending a painfully awkward 2 hours with the blue creatures Jake’s sons as you had dreaded.

“…can we.. uhh come in?”

oh great..we

clearly, you weren’t as fortunate as you’d hoped

“..sure.” you said, a tinge of disappointment in your voice , “two of you will have to sit on my bed, I haven’t got enough desk space” you returned to your desk chair sitting snug up against the wall, awkwardly looking at the table.

there was only one spare seat, so naturally the human boy took a seat in front of you, while Neteyam and Lo’ak sat next to each other on your bed.

“..so let’s start with basic introductions first, im sure you’ve..uhh seen me around, but my name is Spider” the human boy awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, turning towards his two friends, silently begging them to introduce themselves.

“Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan,” he looked up noticing your confusion, “…Neteyam.”

letting out a tired sigh, “I’m Lo’ak”

“i’m y/n,” you said, your gaze never leaving sight of your desk in front of you

the first 45 minutes consisted of intense stares from Lo’ak and Neteyam while Spider was trying to teach you how to pronounce, “my name is y/n”, however, it was clear that you weren’t gonna get very far any time soon

“no, you have to make like an rrrr sound”

“…how am I supposed to make an r..r-rrr sound!?”

the conversation in the room grew quiet, spider rubbing his temples (trying to convince himself that he was not a bad teacher and that you were just slow)

“who really are you..?” Lo’ak spoke up, looking at you up and down . it was now clear that they had never really stopped suspecting you. you paused, taking a deep breath, you were starting to get annoyed with the number of times you'd been asked that question.

“…who do you think I am?”

this answer drew everyone’s attention, the atmosphere quickly became tense, however, you remained in complete eye contact with Lo’ak awaiting an answer.

“..a spy” he paused, “I think you're a spy, sent from whatever dumb planet you came from , helping with whatever the sky people here are trying to do.”

you let out a low chuckle; now you were annoyed, “you must think you’re really smart, sorry to break it to you but if your tiny blue brain still can’t process what I’ve told you a thousand times, I’m not sure you’re fit to be asking all these questions”

you stood up from your seat, walking towards Lo’ak before Neteyam held out his arm protectively in front of his brother. Normally at the mere sight of Neteyam, you’d run away in fear, but the fact that the two of them couldn’t even last two hours without giving you dirty looks was extremely irritating.

“calm down, you sound quite rich considering you were flailing around in the forest a couple of days ago.” Neteyam scoffed, moving to take a step forward so he was now towering over you

“wait..are you kidding me!?” your eyebrows furrowed together and your mouth agape in shock, “what were you expecting me to do?” this time you take a step closer, now forcing Neteyam to shuffle back. “I appear in this random place, stripped away from everything I ever knew. piecing together whatever little survival info I had trying to find help, only to be attacked by..by wild ape things and you expect me to be calm?!”

“hey! you don’t get to insult my friends like that,” Spider was now standing, roughly pushing your shoulder to get you’re attention, “what did you want him to do? not protect his clan, his family? I understand you're stressed but-”

“you..understand..? being forgotten, as a baby, does not mean you can relate to me” all the stress and anxiety had finally caught up with you, you weren’t expecting an apology but they could at least be mindful of what they were saying

“if his family is so important, he should be able to feel even the slightest bit of sympathy” you turned to Neteyam, “try to imagine..being kidnapped, taken by force, and waking up in an unknown land, your family nowhere to be seen. you’re not familiar with anyone so ‘naturally’ you get attacked, then you get bombarded by thousands of questions, being examined hundreds of times. After all that, you overhear that you may not be able to see your family again.” you scoffed, “so, forgive me if I am being dramatic, I hope my ability to be calm won’t affect you too much.”

everyone looked at you in shock, sure they could see you were stressed but they did not expect you to burst out in anger like that. you walked over to your wardrobe and took out a black box from the top cupboard, walking towards the door you said,

“we have around 30 minutes left, if you need me I’ll be behind the lab. once the time is up, get out.” your voice was laced with venom, you were blinded by intense rage and stress that you refused to spend any longer around them.

you walked out of your bedroom and told the working scientists you were going for a walk, leaving before they could question you any further.

the three boys were frozen, they didn’t know what to say. Neteyam felt a small pain in his heart when he heard you say that you might not be able to see your family ever again, as he knows that without his family, he has no purpose. Lo’ak was also confused, he didn’t know how to feel. he wasn’t in the wrong for suspecting you, but he started to regret giving you nothing but judgmental stares for the past hour and a half.

“uhm.. do we just sit here and wait for 30 minutes…?” Spider awkwardly turned to look at his friends, this was the first time they’d been in such a…unique situation.

“no, let's just leave now. I’ll tell dad she wanted to end it early.” Neteyam dusted himself off and walked out the bedroom, Lo’ak and Spider following suit. they waved goodbye to the scientists, and quickly walked out of the lab.

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you stormed out of the lab, your nails digging into the sides of the black box. once you had found a nice clear area behind the lab, you knelt down on the grass and opened the box. inside were 3 things, all of which you had stolen borrowed from other scientists. the first thing was a walkman, you were confused as to why somebody had something that old in their possession but you needed some form of music so you took it anyway. the last two things were dance equipment; pointe shoes & toe pads, you were a dance student back on earth so taking them was a no-brainer.

after tying the ribbons on your pointe shoes, you adjust your sweatpants and slip on the walkman pressing a button to play whatever music tape was left inside.

as the music flooded your ears you allowed your body to melt into the rhythm of the music, your feelings drifting away as you moved. you smiled and pretended as if you were performing on stage, acting out the very story you were dancing to. as the song reached its climax you softly hummed the melody, turning faster yet obtaining your elegance. this was a routine you had done thousands of times before yet it was still the one that you enjoyed the most.

------ ---- ------

Lo'ak's ears twitched as he came to an abrupt stop.

"what?" Neteyam stopped walking and turned to look at his younger brother

"listen," Lo'ak whispered turning towards a certain direction of the forest. Giving nobody a chance to respond, he started to walk closer to where he heard the sound coming from.

"look," Spider pointed in your direction

"what's she doing?" Lo'ak asked, looking directly at your pointe shoes

"I think she's..dancing?" Spider replied. he and Lo'ak were now crouching behind a bush, trying to get a better look at you without making it obvious that they're watching you. Neteyam on the other hand, stood next to a tree, mesmerised at the way you moved. how effortlessly you turned, while humming a soft tune.

"is she balancing on her toes..!? is that a human thing?" Lo'ak turned to Spider n nudged his side repeatedly, trying to make sure he wasn't seeing things

"how would I know!!? I don't know everything about earth!" Spider groaned, attempting to stop his friend from bruising his ribs

after hearing a loud noise, you immediately stopped dancing and took off the walkman, turning in the direction of the sound. you spotted two blue figures; one in a bush and one shamelessly standing by a tree. you moved your gaze slightly to the right and saw small a head of blonde dreadlocks.

you chuckled, "so much for a spy, huh?" you sat down on the grass and started to untie your pointe shoes, while Spider and Lo'ak stood up from their 'hiding' spot

"what were you doing?" Spider asked, looking at your pointe shoes

"aren't you a human?" you picked up your pointe shoes and walked towards him, "I was dancing, the style is called ballet. these are pointe shoes , I wear them to...make my dancing look more graceful?" you passed Spider one of your pointe shoes and gave Lo'ak the other, before turning around to put the walkman back into the black box.

"uhh...I'm gonna need those back" you coughed awkwardly, pushing forward the black box and gesturing for them to put your pointe shoes in the box. after closing the lid on the box, you slowly looked at the three of them your mind tracing back to the heated conversation earlier.

"sorry-"

"about earlier..-" you started,.

Lo'ak looked up in embarrassment and pointed toward you, signalling for you to speak first

"I didn't mean to blow up at you guys earlier," you turned to Neteyam, "I was wrong to blame you like that... I guess I just don't know what to do anymore" you took a step back and cleared your throat, trying to remember a short Na'vi phrases you had been taught,

"Oe..tsap'..palute s..see?"

you looked up, a deep blush immediately rushing up your cheeks as you saw the confusion on their faces

"do you mean..Oe tsap'alute si?" Neteyam looked at you in amusement, while Lo'ak and Spider burst out into laughter

"you...you know what I meant!" you held the box closer to your face, trying to hide your humiliated face, "look..I'm sorry okay!"

"sorry for being...rude," Lo'ak sheepishly said, still chuckling from your poor attempt at speaking the Na'vi language

you smiled and waved goodbye to the trio, "see you guys next week!" they waved goodbye and headed deeper into the forest

maybe...just maybe they weren't as bad as you thought

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thank you so much for reading ! please make sure to comment who you'd like for the love interest <33

[diamondzoey]

Rules of the bug army house!

Marco walks into their house: Alright bugs sorry to bother you but- *Sees a whiteboard* umm… what is that in the wall?

Korey: umm.. So that, that’s a white board

Emerald: of all the rules we have for the house

Marco: you guys made rules for yourselves?

Chester: Uhh yeah.. We realize we needed it, after a lesson a day of living with each other sooo.. have that

Raine: Yeah and as the time goes on we add to the list, sooo

Calix: it’s been growing

Marco:….Let me see that

-a few seconds later-

All of the bugs and Marco are sitting down

Marco looking at the list of rules: Rule No.1 No sparing, training, fighting, etc.. after dinner, seems fair enough

Duarte: See, it’s not that bad

Marco: Rule No. 2 Lamia and calamity are not allowed in a room together unsupervised.. also understandable..,

Jemma: see, that was made after they almost blew up the house after the first night

Lamia huffs: I said I was sorry, also he started it *While pointing at calamity*

Calamity: you little-

Marco: Rule No.3 neither Jemma nor Korey are allowed in the kitchen unsupervised…why?

Easton: Well Korey would burn the kitchen and jemma can’t cook and will burn the food she’s making into a crisp

Marco:…Okay, Rule No.4 Duarte is not allowed to babysit the baby bugs unsupervised..what?

Chester: Well when she does she teaches the baby bugs curse words

Marco shrugs his shoulders: Fair, Rule No.5 if you hear one of the bugs playing in someone’s room, leave them alone. Okay, I don’t understand this one

Malachi: basically means that they are going through it and they need to be left alone

Easton: No question asked

Marco: Rule No.6 Sunday brunch is mandatory- what are these rules!?

Emerald: Sunday brunch is necessary for team bonding, come on Marco

Azren: besides the rules get better trust me

Marco looks at the list: Rule No. 7 if any one dyes their hair red they must only do it in their bathroom

Calamity: Yes, so that was from when I dyed my hair in the kitchen, apparently I got red dye everywhere..

Victor: And it looked like a crime scene

Jemma: Sammy and some of the other bugs was traumatized for days

Marco: Oh my..Okay, Rule No.8 Jemma or Lamia needs to wear gloves every time they sleep

Vincent: yeah we found out after night 3 that they both sleep walkers

Jemma: I’m NOT a sleep walker!

Chester: Okay then explain why the couch lit on fire last night?

Jemma: I don’t know maybe you were dreaming??

Korey: it wasn’t a dream if all of us saw it

Marco: Okay moving on..Rule No.9 if anyone hurts one of the bugs or the gator boys, the bugs are allowed to beat that person up

Easton: yeah we made that rule when Jemma almost rip Sammy’s bio mom’s hair out

Jemma: 😊

Marco: Alright..Moving to rule no.10

Vincent: Oh my divines, this one is my favorite!

Marco: If someone picks up a nerf gun…? Everyone in the same room must immediately pick one up and participate in a nerf..Battle…Is that why there are so many nerf guns lying around?

Duarte: Yup and you pretty much keep going until there’s only one person left standing!

Calix: it’s very intense

Marco: oh okay.. Rule No.11 Sammy is not allowed to have weapons near him

Azren: yeah that rule was made when he accidentally fired a tranquil dart at victor and he was out for days

Marco: Okay, Rule No.12 Azren is not allowed to sleep outside when it’s winter?

Joan: yeah that was after the many times he almost turned into a human shaped ice cube many times

Azren: Hey!

Marco: Alright, Rule No.13 twister is not allowed to be played in the house, why?

Easton: that was because after few games of twister some of us got turn into a human pretzels and took hours to get unstuck

Marco:…Rule No.14 every week everyone gets to pick a activity to do that week

Amber: me and Lucy made that rule because we thought it was be a fun experience to do everyone’s activity UwU

Marco: Alright… Rule No.15 Jemma is not allowed to use her fire power in the house

Jemma: Yeah that was after I accidentally burned the kitchen because I thought if I use my fire power it would cook the food I was making faster

Duarte: it didn’t

Marco: Okay… Rule No.16 Monopoly is banned, that’s a rule?

Chester: Monopoly ruins friendships, Marco

Emerald: Basically Raine way too good at it

Malachi: there’s also been times when the board had been broken too many times

Vincent: first instance being calamity and the second time Jemma almost beat Raine in monopoly and Jemma accidentally lit the board on fire

Amber: So…

Azren: The last time we played calamity throw the board game out the window

Marco:…Okay, Final rule- Rule No.17 always remember that we’re a team/Family, Aw that’s pretty sweet

Duarte: that is correct Marco, we have to remember to work together in times like these

Marco: Times like these?, what do you-*Sees that all of the bugs have nerf guns*

Marco: Well is that a nerf gun in your hand…?

Nash: refer to rule No.10 Marco

Sammy: if someone picks up a nerf gun, everyone in the same room must pick a nerf gun and participate in a nerf gun battle

Marco: You- You’re not being serious…?

Let’s just say a nerf gun battle begin

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A/n: am finally done, this took me three hours to write , also what would you add to the rules?

The bugs in this

Korey- @rozeliyawashereyall

Emerald- @aspenm00n

Chester- @not-5-rats

Raine- @willowve01

Calix- @pinkcocopuff-aqualoid

Duarte- @puffin-smoke

Jemma/Lamia- @diamondzoey

Azren/calamity- @strayharmony943

Sammy- @ccstiles

Easton- @itsargyle

Victor/Vincent- @littlesiren79

Nash- @lightdragon789

Amber- @astralbulldragon13

Malachi- @stxph-artist

Joan- @rustycopper4use

Lucy- @castbracelet240

[jakekiszkasmommy]

The Professor Part 4 📖

Warnings: ETIRE SERIES 18+, a little fluff/angst, p in v unprotected sex, dirty talk, rough sex, a little bit on bondage, squirting, ALL the warnings!!!!! You know the drill- minors if you are here I will have professor Jake slap you across the face with a textbook.

Author's note: I am NOT condoning teachers and students having a relationship like this. HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃👻

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

............

Jacob:

7pm. I have to get some lesson planning done.

.....

After classes you came home and took a long nap, much longer than you were anticipating. When you woke up, the time on your phone read 6:02pm. Shit. You climb out of bed, quickly shower, and throw on a pair of leggings and a cropped tshirt with two rock and roll skeleton hands on it. The shirt nearly too cropped, exposing the underside of your breasts when you reach up.

You spend the next hour deep cleaning your house. You hadn't given yourself the time this weekend to give it a good cleaning. After lighting candles all around your home, you dig your freshly clean blankets out of the dryer and fold them. You put some away in your room and lay the others neatly in their spots around your living room.

You pour yourself a glass of wine and settle onto your couch. You hadn't heard from Jacob all day and weren't sure if he was even stopping by. Pressing play on your TV remote, the opening scene of Scream rolls across the screen. You chuckle to yourself quoting, "What's your favorite scary movie?"

About 20 minutes into the movie and 2 glasses of wine, you hear your doorbell ring. Opening your door, you find Jake dressed in the same clothes as this morning and a stack of take out containers in his arms. You grab the top few boxes so that he can see as he steps over the threshold. You walk into your kitchen and help him set everything down.

"I was starting to think you wouldn't show. 20 minutes late," you scoff.

He opens a few containers while you set out plates for the both of you. "Sorry, I wasn't sure what you liked, so I- uhh, I got a little bit of everything so that took longer."

You walk to the living room and snatch up your wine glass. You wiggle it his direction as you ask, "Would you like a glass?"

He nods and watches as you reach up into the cabinet to retrieve another glass. Your shirt raises higher and exposes your left side and the underside of your breast. His lips part and he clears his throat, tearing his eyes away.

When you turn around and hand him his glass his cheeks are flushed. He takes a rather large sip of wine and notes, "Scream? You like that kind of stuff?"

You giggle, wiggling your eyebrows at him as you take a seat. "Do you not like scary movies?"

He takes a seat one stool away from you, grabbing a few scoops of food. "No, horror is actually one of my favorite genres. But this," he says while pointing his fork towards your TV, "is just child's play."

.....

You both eat in silence, the movie playing in the background for a moment before you speak up.

"Jacob," you sigh, "we can't....." you trail off as you pick at a piece of chicken with your fork. You take a gulp of wine.

His eyebrows are knit together in thought. "I know. Damn. I know." He huffs and shakes his head. "I know it sounds crazy, Y/n, but I want to get to know you. Not just a hookup like the other night. I don't do that either, you know?"

"But your job. Us- we can't." You pop the last piece of chicken into your mouth.

He turns to face you in his seat. "I know we can't. But there's this- this tension. Obviously you felt it earlier."

You stand up and collect your dishes. "I would be lying if I said I didn't want to. But I can't be worried about your job and the fact that I could get kicked out of school right before I graduate." You scrub the dishes in frustration.

Your back is turned to him and as you busy yourself at the sink, he is taking you in. Dressed comfortably as you were the night prior. He stands from his stool and looms behind you, arms trapping you in between him and the sink. He plants a soft kiss on your shoulder. "I'm going to keep chasing you, I'm afraid. Always wanting what I can't have." He bites at the exposed skin and trails up to your ear. "I would have fucked you across my desk if you would have let me today."

His gravely voice making your body tense. The crushed velvet covering his top half brushes your arms and you place the dishes off to the side to dry before turning to face him. Your fingertips lightly brush over the material before your arms lay atop his shoulders. Your fingers naturally find purchase in his hair.

"Jacob, if I didn't know better, I would think you were the Devil himself trying to drag me to hell with him." You look up at him with doe eyes, fluttering your lashes ever so slightly.

"Well the thing is, love, I know you want me to." In the blink of an eye he picks you up under your ass and wraps your legs around his waist. "What do you say, love, be my Persephone? Let me drag you to the underworld."

Your lips are on his in an instant. Picking up exactly where you left off earlier in his office. You tug the hair at the back of his head downward, exposing his throat. You lick and bite at his sensitive skin. He could hardly stand it anymore.

While his plush lips travel the length of your neck, your head tilts back and you whisper, "Take me."

No sooner than the words leave your mouth, he has you thrown over his shoulder walking towards your room. The sound of Randy explaining the 3 rules of horror movies getting more and more quiet the closer you get to your bedroom.

He tosses you down on the bed, your head landing in the pillows. He quickly unbuckles his belt with one hand and uses it to tie your wrists to the headboard. He pushes your shirt up but your bound wrists stop it from coming all the way off. He shrugs off his jacket and pulls his shirt quickly over his head, opting for that rather than wasting time unbuttoning it.

Leaning over you, his lips wrap around one of your nipples. Your back arches off the bed in response. "My Persephone," he bites at the supple skin under your collar bone. "Are you ready to be dragged to the depths of hell? Held on the brink of pleasure and pain until you give yourself to me?" His voice is dripping with lust as he whispers to you.

"Yes, sir. Please?" You wiggle under his light fingertips ghosting over your hips.

He drags your leggings and panties down and tosses them to the floor. Settling between your legs, he slowly kisses and nips at your inner thighs. You lift your head slightly to take in the sight of the man below you. His eyes meet yours as he wraps his lips around your clit. His tongue working slowly over the bundle.

He releases you and comes up to lightly kiss your lips. His left hand lightly wraps around your throat. "I want you to beg. You sound so pretty when you beg."

"Jakey," you plead. A moan escapes your lips.

"Ooo that's a new one. I kind of like it. Makes you sound pathetic." His right hand moves back down to circle your clit. Your eyebrows knit together in response and your mouth hangs open. He sinks two digits into you, eliciting a groan from your chest.

"Ughhh, Jakey, please, please I need to cum." You grind your hips into his hand.

He tsks, "You really are such a needy thing. All tied up and begging to cum." He quickens his pace with his fingers. Each pump in and out of you has you screaming louder.

"YES. GOD YES. PLEASE," you pant out.

"Such a good little slut for me aren't you? Know how to make my cock twitch." He pulls his finger out and shoves them into your mouth. You lick your arousal from them before he rips them out of your mouth. "I want you to give me everything you've got." He sinks his fingers back into your core. His pace is even faster this time. His grip on the sides of your throat tightening, restricting the blood flow to your head.

Your wrists struggle against the restraints. "Jacob, I- I'm-" you are absolutely lost in pleasure. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you feel dizzy. Just when you think you might pass out, he let's go of your neck and cradles your head in his hand.

"Look at me, love," his smooth accent floating to your ears coaxes you back to the present. His pace has slowed but only slightly. And it's enough to throw you headfirst into your orgasm. You clench around his fingers. "Fucking hell, baby." He pumps his fingers faster. Your eyes lock with his and it's all you need before you are releasing all over him.

He removes his grip from you and you whine in protest. Quickly he undoes his belt from around your wrists and you make quick work of the button and zipper on his pants. He slides them off and you push him into the pillows. Straddling him, you line yourself up before sinking down onto him.

You both groan in response. Your hands trail up his chest, gripping his layered chains as you start to move up and down on him. His hips move to meet yours. His eyes are fixated on the way you breasts bounce. The perfect little tattoo that lays between them. A particular thrust sends your head falling backwards and you start to squeeze his thick length. "Already, love? Is my cock just that good?" His hands grip your hips so tightly, you are sure there will be bruises. He uses his grip to slam you down onto him harder.

Your eyes meet his and you swear you feel the world stop around you. You lean down, tangling your hands into his hair. Kissing him feels like absolute heaven. Your bodies feel like they were made for each other.

You pull away from the kiss just enough to whisper, "Jakey," you moan, "I want to be yours. I want you to have me anytime you want."

He slows his pace, keeping you both teetering on the edge a little while longer. "All mine, eh?" A smile spreads across his face. "I guess having this velvety pussy wrapped around me all the time doesn't sound too bad." He flips you both over again. Your bodies tangled together. You are unsure of where yours ends and his begins.

His thrusts become sloppy and he is moaning into your kisses. You can't hold it any longer and are releasing all around him. "Fuck yes, Jacob. Keep going. Please don't stop." You moan, clawing at his back.

His hips still as he spills into you for a moment but then he continues fucking his release deep into you. "I fucking love this pussy. Tell me who's it is." His hips snap into yours harder. He leans back and pushes your thighs into you. "Hold them." He instructs smacking your thigh, you yelp. "I said tell me."

"Yours. It's all yours, sir." You grab your shaking legs and hold them in place. This angle making tears stream from your eyes. "God please."

His thumb circles your clit and his left hand resumes it's earlier postion on your throat. "God isn't here, love. Remember? Better to not make deals with the Devil." He slams into you relentlessly.

You start to lose grip on your legs and you see stars in your vision. Your orgasm rips into you and you scream his name. He fucks you through it and eventually still his hips. He leans down and kisses your forehead.

"My Persephone."

............

Part 5

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[carionto]

Something was supposed to be there

Part 1 2 3 4

"Explorer's log, the Radiant Dusk at Everest, Day 1. Me, the impeccable Trisha, alongside with my irritating companion Haespar, (Haespar: Hey now, no need to be rude) (Trisha: and my point stands proven. Hush now, this is my documentary!)

and the lovely Silent Engineer Emily, (Trisha: Emily silently blushes, hehe) (Haespar: ignore her listeners, she's making things up) (Trisha: stop being irritating, you're just giving me more stuff to edit out later)

are making our way towards our first objective - the teleporter-warp engine hybrid thing. (Haespar: very documentary-like choice of words) (Trisha: see what I have to deal with viewers? No respect for the arts) (Haespar: I thought this was a documentary.) (Trisha: Gah, that's it, your character is gonna meet a tragic end at the start of this and I'll make you into a ghost in editing or something)

A-hem! Emily and I, after making our way through the desolate crash landed Dusk, mourned the death of our associate, Mr Kraus, who fell victim to faulty electrical cabling dangling from the dark ceiling. Tragic. (Haespar: I don't even get a eulogy? That hurts my feelings. *grins*) (Emily: *light chuckle*) (Trish: *gasp* Emily, I thought you were on my side! And you, wipe that smile off your face, you're dead now)

However, the two of us, accompanied by a SILENT ghostly visage of the fallen person, continued on with our critical mission to assess the condition of this deadly ruin of a ship, and figure out if we have what we need to make our way back home. (Haespar: Just to be on the record, the ship is perfectly fine, structurally, the lights work and life support systems are all green and we are walking along a nice, flat and wide hallway with no obstacles or hazards) (Trisha: buzzkill)

After hours of grueling work (Haespar: not even 20 minutes since we started) AFTER HOURS OF GRUELING WORK, we have finally made it to the first checkpoint. Emily, using her superior skills and knowledge of technology, has taken upon herself the mighty task of reverse engineering the broken down doorway (Haespar: aka - showing her ID to the terminal) to grant us access to the abandoned chamber (Haespar: pretty sure I went here two days ago) that holds the first key information we need.

The door creaks open under the weight of history to reveal...

uhh, okay. What are we actually looking at?" Trisha is forced to return to a normal way of talking as reality is now proving to be less boring than she expected.

Haespar, also quite stunned by what they see: "That's a big hole where the room with the telerporter-warp hybrid engine was supposed to be."

"There's scorch marks." Emily chimes in, "It looks like a perfect sphere. Maybe 30 meter diameter."

Indeed, a massive empty space where not only the hybrid engine was housed, but a few other less relevant rooms across five different floors were as well.

"It's like someone took a laser cutter to all of this, like in that movie, Terminator, where that guy comes back from the future and there's this cool effect and the ground where he lands is all like cut off and stuff."

"I'll take your word for it, Trisha." Haespar gets on the comms back to the bridge, "Ira, we've reached where the hybrid engine was. It didn't come with us and disintegrated a large section around it, Emily will send you precise details shortly."

On the other end, Chief Engineer Ira Tameki silently absorbed the new information. After a long pause and a deep breathe, she collected herself: "Understood. Leave that area alone, but continue with the task. We still need to know the status of everything else on this ship. I need to talk to the Captain."

"I don't know if telling him will do any good in the state he's in right now." Haespar suggested, but Ira shook her head, even if he can't see her.

"Probably not, but he needs to know we're stuck with no way of getting back currently. The sooner he begins digesting reality, the better."

"Alright, I hope you're right."

"Me too."

Continue->

[growling]

For all the (mostly american) mutuals that were curious about the realm of Poland and its strange and unusual inhabitants:

Polish soldiers/armed forces etc salute with two fingers instead of the whole hand. Apparently some cub scouts also do that??

Mushroom picking season is like REALLY big here. Like. It's big. Poles love mushroom picking. When I was a young boy my mother, aunt and grandparents would drop me off into the wilderness to pick boletes for 4 hours straight then get lost and have to navigate back into the car via utilizing the earth's magnetic field to determine our position which took like 1 more hour and then once we got back I had to physically recover from that shit for like an entire week. We got like at least 4 huge baskets mushrooms after that that lasted for at least a few months if they're preserved well however I do not like mushrooms so I never even ate them. Except for cultivated mushrooms these are fine the soup bangs actually

I thought this was normal in most countries but turns out it's just us and a few others in eastern/middle Europe: most movies in Poland use voice-over translation/lektor filmowy instead of dubbing/subtitles. Multiple va dubbing is reserved mostly for children's movies and those real popular but mostly younger audience marvel type movies or something, while the subtitle type of translation is pretty rare and I honestly never even seen it on tv.

A FUCKTON of roadside/wayside shrines just being there, especially in smaller towns. Sometimes theres also a single shrine in the middle of nowhere in some woods with no civilization in sight and you just don't question it

those fuckibg white storks

We still got blasphemy laws ("offending religious feelings"/"obraza uczuć religijnych") by the way. Yes you can actually get arrested and fined and get sentenced to months of restriction of freedom for being mean to jesus

Not removing your shoes upon entering someone's place is considered rude. I feel physical pain whenever someone doesn't do that. Take them off kurwa jebana jego mać stop staining my beautiful surfaces I am going to kill you

Unlike the horror stories I've been hearing about the USA in Poland you're allowed to be rude to customers at your job🥰🥰 You can just not smile if you want🥰🥰🥰🥰 its so funny seeing tourists get so confused and offended over that and half the time we're not even being mean just. Literally servicing you with a neutral facial expression and minimal required effort sfdysrsfjewdggs

Yeah uhh related to above point kind of, there still seems to be a few remnants of a culture of distrust. 30-40 years ago neighbors snitched on each other for subversion and people sometimes just disappeared (PRL times). Fun fact during PRL my dipshit mega absent dead paternal grandfather used to beat people on the street with sticks as a job or perhaps a recreational activity in order to get goodboy points from the police. or the secret police. No idea all we know is that he didn't do that for free. Growling family lore drop

National eating donuts/pączki day. National water fight day

As far as I know, USAmericans (and honestly other english-speaking countries too?) really like to regard people they know only a little as a "friend" like I noticed its really really easy to get called a friend in there. Poles on the other hand are very scared of the word "friend" they really avoid saying it nearly all the time you won't hear a pole just say that. Most people are not our friends. That title is special sacred and reserved for only the worthy ones who you actually genuinely know and trust for a minimum of 10 years. In order to be considered someone's friend in Poland you have to max out all their meters complete all of their quests and defeat their father at the end. Most poles only have like 2-3 true "friends" lmao we really don't throw around that term lightly

Carpet hanger jumpscare

The "polish cow song" people love to meme not knowing the language/lyrics is actually about drug addiction lmao. Sorry. Lol

We also got raccoon dogs here👍👍👍

[xaiblood]

Yay, you updated! I loved it! Part 3? 🥺

Okay~ Part 1, Part 2

His Name [3]

Awkward. That you felt about this situation between you and Jonggun, but he didn't.

You sat beside him while one of his men drove the car. He looked very cold, you admitted it since you first met him at Junior High School. In your mind, his cold and silent demeanor never change, he still 'Yamazaki Yuzuru' that you knew.

"So ... uhh, why you want me to come with you? I mean, why are you want come to your Yamazaki residence?" you asked. He glanced behind his sunglasses, you knew that he throw the cold look.

He took off his sunglasses, "Your dear father want me to have business deal, because he owes me. So you will come with me." he looked at your eyes.

'These eyes still same like you were 16,' he thought, then he turned his gaze at the outside of window. The wind blew his hair, made you thought about why he didn't use pomade like he used to. But you still enjoyed the view.

▪︎▪︎▪︎

After an hour passed, you finally arrived at the Yamazaki residence. A traditional Japanese house stood firmly in place, Jonggun got out of his car, so do you walking behind him.

Jonggun stopped his track then spoke, "Walk beside me." his tone was stern and demand. You just obeyed him, you walked beside him. But, that was one thing making you surprised; he grabbed your waist and pulled you a little closer to him.

Before you protested, he spoke, "Act normally, I'm just doing this and you want to protest?" he raised an brow. He made you silent.

You two walked together toward the building, you glanced at him, found that he was still wearing flat facial expression that gave the impression of coldness.

"From now, you're always by my side," he looked at you, "that's mean you're won't be with another man." he added. As he finished his words, you couldn't help but silent in surprised.

Is he mean that you two ... engaged?

"He mean, you're engaged with him." someone chuckled, that was someone with blonde hair, and he smiled at you. "Hello there, Ojou-sama~" he greeted with a flirtatious tone.

He was Kim Jungoo.

"I thought Mr. Kenji's daughter was a bratty one, but you weren't." Jungoo commented, he analized your look from the head to toe, "You're a good one."

Confused, you just looked at the man that still had his hand around your waist. He sighed, "Why are you here?" he asked.

Jungoo shrugged, "Am I wrong to see you with this beautiful woman?" he snickered. But Jonggun didn't give a fuck about what he just said and walked with you to enter into his residence.

You turned at Junggo, then lowered your head and gestured 'sorry' to the blonde man.

Without you knew he putted his hands in his pockets, and thought. 'Perfect as the old man said.'

"Goo-kun~ You're fucking here, darl?" a woman was named Shimamura Rei walked toward him. Before he spoke, that woman punched his back, "Why you don't answer my call, huh?"

Goo rolled his eyes, "This little brat ..." he said.

"Just shut up, Goofy!"

▪︎■▪︎

You gave your father a side eyes, and he just smield stiffly at you. "Honey ... Please?" his tone became softer than before. "You never be lonely again, honey. As you told me when you were teenager, you like---"

You shushed your father, "Dad?! Shut up, don't bring it up."

Your father chuckled, "Well, it's already set. All that's left is your wedding date, it's up to you where you want to get married, in Japan or in Korea," he said. Then he bowed down before Jonggun, "I beg with all my life, please protect my only daughter, she is my most precious treasure."

You widened your eyes, didn't expecting that your father bowed before Jonggun. And Jonggun just nodded, that man reached your hand. "She'll always be my side and I can protect her with my own strength," he spoke.

"She's my light, my [Name]." he whispered, almost you couldn't hear it.

A/N:Part 4

[i-am-a-fan]

Question time cuz now I'm curious! (Mainly pirate AU cuz you guys sorta caused a fixation) What is the mark on her forehead? Is it related to her inheriting the samadhi fire or is it related to her draconic past? :0 IS THERE A FIC I CAN CONSUME?? Is there other refs on the making? I'm interested to see Sandy's design :3 Are you and spoof like co-au authors, or do you guys kinda pass the au kinda like hot potato? (lol) I noticed that in the concept for the pirate AU it had a doodle indicating that the treasure (which I'm presuming is the staff from previous post 👀👀) is located on Macaques eye. (probably, idk) and that Mk is the key. So uh. Bestie. How does t h a t work???? (Am nervous of angst)

Loving the details! Love the Au! Love any silly thing, either way keep it up Speck!

-your friendly mutual Peony (I should change my pfp lol)

OKAY. IMMA JUST RAMBLE BECAUSE I GOT SOME ANSWERS THAT ARENT SPOILERS. WAHOOO!!! This got long. So just click see more for all the answers

summary:

1. Both. 2. Yes and no. 3. No refs but comics are still being sketched. 4. It’s more like a game of telephone, and 5. i’ll explain when we get there.

1. The mark on mei’s forehead is actually from both!

My inspiration was the pattern on the back of redson’s jacket in the show. It has 3 fireballs and three lines in the middle. Since i deeply love putting in tiny details I of course used this as inspiration for the markings on redson’s back in the au.

The same markings that they got when the samadhi fire was ripped away from their body and sealed into the golden rings. However, it looks like part of the pattern is missing from the burn marks on redson…

2. Is there a fic? Yes and no. I’m still super new at writing fan fiction and comics are my go-to place for storytelling, as a result I’m hesitant to actually release any fic to the public. More so, the comics give me some time to actually think about what I want the plot to be, since i’m just laying down train tracks as I go. (Terrible. i know.)

3. Are there any refs in the making? Honestly? right now, no. Ref sheets are fun but only when you draw that character a lot. And unfortunately, just doing the mei sheet took me around 20 hours total to get it where i wanted it to be. So, i’m still working on other sheets. However, since you asked about Sandy..

He’s supposed to appear in the next comic which will probably take me a while to do. So please be patient! With finals and everything I have no idea what my day to day looks like.

4. Are me and @spoofyleaf co-authors or is this a game of hot-potato? I think it’s closer to a game of telephone, where things get lost in translation sometimes, but over all the message gets passed. The amount of rambling they endure from me in ungodly and i appreciate them. so much.

5. The concept art… uhh don’t worry about :>

THANK YOU FOR YOUR QUESTIONS!!!

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Wenclair -Detective AU Part 2/4

Yeah I had to continue this lil story I got inspired! Thanks again @henribellani here's part 2

Detective Addams had spent the better part of 14 hours delving into the world of the Sinclair Family with insatiable curiousity. She had followed leads out in the wild, researched online and even stalked the entire family during this time.

The Missing Women in question, the Mother, seemed to be more or less a lonely woman who gripped onto her children and nursed them into submission to appease her own wishes. Now if that wasn't a motive she didn't know what was, considering the idea of suffocating affection caused Wednesday's entire body to cringe.

Now as abhorrent as Wednesday found technology in her line of work it had become a necessary resource which she would use on occasion and this case in particular needed it.

The Sinclair's were not rich, not plastered across the media, little information in any ancestry books and no current overview of them at all. So she turned to social media where, fortunately for her, the so called innocent Enid Sinclair posted an amalgamation of dangerously detailed information on her entire life. "Ridiculously incompetent" the detective found herself muttering at the screen on multiple occasions.

Her Murder board had grew 3 sizes with connections to people, last known whereabouts and police reports plastered across the once plain whiteboard. She had papers haphazardly strewn about her desk and floor and honestly her brain began to hurt with the amount of information she had found.

Wednesday would occasionally find her eyes drifting to the photo of this Enid Sinclair character and would unwillingly smirk at it. She couldn't tell whether the photo peaked her interest because of her obvious attraction to the woman or if it was her budding suspicion of her. But either way Wednesday right then and there decided she would pursue this lead first before her curiosity ate her alive.

Luckily she didn't have to wait long for this to happen

...

Later on that night Enid could be found creeping towards the door of Detective Addams' office suspiciously. She looked around before removing a Bobby pin from her hair and effortlessly using it to unlock the door. With a quiet click the door unlocked and she opened it, silently sliding inside the room and closing the door behind her.

She ran towards the board with hast shining her phone light across all of the information that hadn't occupied that space earlier. Her eyes scanned the material worriedly attempting to determine how far the Detective had come in her investigation.

"Find what you were looking for?" The voice appeared as if from thin air and Enid gasped stumbling backwards as she looked towards the corner of the room where Detective Addams sat. A disapproving look covered her face, her arms crossed over her chest, an eyebrow quirked upwards in a questioning manner.

"I uhh I-" she stammered out stepping backwards in a feeble attempt to remove herself from this incredibly awkward encounter. Wednesday didn't answer and instead let the girl incessantly stumble over her words while she took pleasure in the reaction she had caused.

"ummm-" Enid scrunched her nose in annoyance pulling at her black leather jacket and adjusting her posture "What are you doing sat in the dark?" She questions Detective Addams in an attempt to deflect suspicion away from her.

She had obviously failed.

"I'll ask the questions" Wednesday sprang up from her seat and moved towards Enid at an alarming speed. This made Enid practically gulp with guilt and fear as she leaned back in an attempt to avoid what she thought was about to be a physical altercation.

But the detective just stopped abruptly Infront of her.

"What are you doing snooping around MY office, in the dark aaaaat" she raised her arm to glance at her watch "1:15am" she spoke " Night owl are we?" She smirked again, tilting her head, awaiting an explanation from the apprehensive woman.

"I often enjoy a little night time stroll?" Enid smiled nervously along with her own sarcastic and obvious lie. She flitted her eyes between Wednesday's own and her surroundings, suspicion starting to invade from her aura.

"Me too." The detective spoke flatly "Care to accompany me on one?" Wednesday immediately responded, looking at the blonde expectantly, her voice dripping with sinister undertones.

"Sounds oddly threatening" Enid's smile faltered and she balled her hands into fists in an attempt to hide her anxious state.

"It was supposed to" Wednesday flicked her eyebrow up and stepped closer to Enid, drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

Enid let out an audible "Heh" involuntarily letting the detective know she was nervous. "I'm a little busy right now maybe later?" Enid asked rhetorically.

"I can see that" Wednesday flicked her eyes towards her murder board then back to Enid's guilty, but beautifully blue, eyes. She refused to tear her own eyes away from her for longer than a second, this woman was a slippery one. One wrong move and she could see herself ending up like Esther Sinclair if she was not careful.

"Well you seem awfully busy" Enid said taking a small step back and turning to leave "So I'm just gonna go-" Once facing the door she had scurried along towards it but her voice was cut off in its tracks when she heard something whizzed past her ear.

Her eyes squeezed shut as she heard a sharp Thud! And a scoff from the detective behind her. When Enid opened her eyes, they immediately went wide when she saw a beautifully crafted pointed blade sticking out of the door.

Wednesday threw a knife at her?!

"Are you crazy?!" She practically screamed turning back to Detective Addams to scream at her.

"Possibly." She agreed "but clearly I'm severely out of practice which is a much more pressing issue that requires my attention" she looked on at the knife protruding from the wooden door in annoyance.

"You threw a knife at me?!" Enid yelled again while Wednesday ignored the panicked women in front of her.

"Yes" Wednesday admitted, as if that wasn't an incredibly dangerous thing to occur "and I missed" she seemed disappointed in herself "I must be more fatigued than I realised." She pursed her lips at the knife then stared back at Enid.

"You're ..." Enid's face twisted into one of confusion "You're not like other detectives" she observed, shaking with the thought of Wednesday committing attempted murder on her.

"I'd be inclined to thank you if I held anything you said in high regard" Wednesday smirked. Of course she actually felt flattered by what Enid had said but showing this was not in her nature. She's lucky the words thank you were even present in that sentence.

"Okay what do you want from me?" Enid breathed out looking at the knife , fearful of her life if she was not to cooperate. When her eyes returned to Wednesday she frowned.

Detective Addams walked past her to retrieve the knife and as she wiggled it around and yanked it from its place she turned back to the blonde woman with a sinister smile.

"The truth" she used the knife to point at her and Enid huffed out a sigh of relief. To think Enid actually found the Detective attractive after her initial interaction, rude but attractive nonetheless. And now she was about to be her victim... 'wow bad taste much' she scolded her inner monologue before getting back to her current situation.

And then she composed herself and smiled ready to give Detective Addams exactly what she wanted.

"That's rather vague but sure ..." Enid held back a pride look as she began "Once in the 10th grade I cheated on my finals and no one ever found out. Then when I was in college I totaled my car but put the blame on another person, I felt incredibly terrible of course but at the end of day I-"

"Stop." Wednesday demanded, knowing exactly what Enid was up to.

"Oh but..." She innocently twirled he hair with her finger and pouted at the detective "I thought you wanted the truth" she up-played her ditsy nature, knowing full well it would agitate the Detective.

"You know that is not what I was referring too" Wednesday shook her head slightly, trying to squash down the urge to give into her anger.

"Oh and what was it you were referring too?" Enid asked, forcing back the proud smile that threatened her lips.

"Don't play games with me Miss Sinclair" Wednesday warned.

"But I love games, I'm very good at them, I play them all the time" something about her change in tone, caused Wednesday's guard to fly up.

"Yes well I'm obligated to inform you that I have never lost a game in my life." Wednesday spoke stepping up to challenge the blonde woman.

"Me either, I always win" She found a spark of confidence and followed suit stepping towards Wednesday. "You have no idea the kind of tricks I have up my sleeves" Enid informed her.

"Tread lightly" She lightly threatened the intruder. She wasn't quite sure whether it was to warn her of how guilty she seemed if she were to place that sentence over her current case or if it because the Woman was actually getting to her violent side.

"Ooo another threat I'm terrified" she waved her hands sarcastically, emitting a somewhat childish energy In front of Wednesday.

"You should be" the way Wednesday said it was dark and dripping with sinister undertones. Enid immediately retreated feeling the air in the room shift, and her nervousness made an unwanted appearance once again.

Enid shook her head and placed her hands on her hips, she couldn't believe the audacity of detective Addams right now. So she went straight into her defensive mode and attacked Wednesday with her words.

"Ummm you are like... Scary scary, morbid even I should be questioning you about a murder not the other way around" she spat at her with an irritated scowl evident on her face. And there it was the defensive nature peaking its head into their conversation.

The detective had been waiting for this.

"I'm not questioning you about a murder" Wednesday furrowed her brow " I'm questioning you on a missing persons case Miss Sinclair" she spoke and Enid visibly looked uncomfortable, letting her arms drop to her side and her eyes widened slightly with realisation.

"Unless" she paused tapping her chin with her index finger almost comically "You know something I don't" she quirked and eyebrow up. She had caught her out no doubt about it and she was ready to use this uneasiness in Enid to force a confession from her.

When Enid didn't immediately respond Wednesday stepped forward to apply pressure to the woman.

"Wellllll?" She asked again, now up close and personal with her just staring accusingly at Enid with morbid delight.

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Villain AU - Deadlock, Part 8

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Getting some blabla out of the way 💁‍♀️ next chapter should have some cool action wahoooooooooooo

(Present)

Vee woke up with a startle at the sound of her phone ringing. In a half-awake state she stumbled her hand across and over to her nightstand, grabbing the device. She took a second to see who was calling, the name being none other than her surpervisor at work. Shit.

"Yeah?" Vee opened with a raspy voice.

"Where the hell are you? You were supposed to start an hour ago!" a woman voice shouted at the other end of the line.

God, it was too early for that...

"I was sick all night," lied Vee. "I'm sorry, I just passed out. I can't make it today."

"You realize I now have to cover for your ass?"

Oh boo-hoo, cry a fucking river.

"I'll be there tomorrow."

She ended the call right there and then. Fuck that job. Fuck that low salary. She didn't have to explain herself furthermore.

Vee sighed, leaving her phone back on the nightstand. In that moment she also realized two things: She was still fully clothed. When did she get to bed last night?

Last thing she remembered was Donatello coming into her apartment after Raphael's impromptu visit, then she cried. So much. That was extremely embarassing...

Putting on her glasses, she resolved herself to getting up, prefering to exchange yesterday's clothes for a oversized black t-shirt and keeping her underwear on. Getting her hair up in a messy bun, Vee made her way directly to the kitchen area, getting a coffee bag out of the pantry next. She barely started to measure the coffee beans needed for her grinder that a tired voice rose from behind.

"Someone called you?"

Vee let out a "Criss!" in French, jumping out of fear and turning around. Coffee beans flew out of the bag at the same time, many now littering the floor. She finally noticed Donnie who had been sleeping on the couch, the terrapin's eyes now fully opened - surprised by her reaction. They were both frozen for a moment, the woman wanting to drop her heart's rate first.

"... What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Uhh ... you said it was okay for me to sleep here."

Vee squinted, trying to recall that.

"Huh? When?"

The turtle was now sitting up, having put his glasses on.

"Last night after I got you to bed."

That was like a blast to Vee, absolutely confused.

"Man ... I don't recall that at all," she confessed. She quickly frowned afterward: "Wait, you took me to bed?"

"Why, you wanted to sleep with me on the couch instead?" said the other, amused.

Vee groaned, giving up as she proceeded to get a broom out. Starting to collect the stray coffee beans, the terrapin had now made his way closer.

"Nice outfit...," he pointed.

She paused, realizing her look.

"It's my apartment, I dress how I want," said the human with a quick shrug. "Enjoy the view, I guess."

Donnie extended his hand towards her, motionning for the broom.

"Gimme that. This mess was caused by me."

Vee sighed, handing him the tool: "Sure, have fun. I'll get the coffee started. ... I have a feeling I'll need a couple of cups today."

It felt so weird... To see him in daylight and with less equipment on himself. Grinding the coffee, she prepped her machine so a pot could be filled. Observing the terrapin at work next, she took a moment to glance at his movements, his muscles. She almost caught herself biting her lip too hard...

"Remind me why you stayed over?" she asked. "For real, the only thing I remember is just crying like a lil' bitch last night."

That caught Donnie off guard, laughing lightly. Throwing away the last beans, he looked at Vee, putting the broom back to its place.

"I wanted to make sure you'd be okay," he started. "You seemed quite shaken up, so it only felt right that I'd be there."

Vee got some mugs out, letting him continue.

"And... I kinda got into an argument with my brother Leonardo last night. So I didn't want to go back home just yet."

"Oh?"

"They saw us together last night, hence why Raph paid a little visit as well."

"What a charming family you have...." she said sarcastically.

"Their intentions are well placed, but poorly executed," he added, thoughtful. He pointed towards Vee's computer next: "By the way, your client replied last night..."

She first frowned, but then quickly realized that she didn't lock her screens - first interrupted by Raph's arrival. She hastened to her desk with a slight panic, sitting down and looking at her screen. As she was reading, Donnie was now standing behind her, waiting for her reaction.

BillionsPerSeconds: How much are we talking about? Color me interested. smooth_criminal: Oops, sorry, the information self-destructed. I don't have it anymore. smooth_criminal: Good doing business with you. Bye bye.

"Hey, I didn't write that! What the heck!" she blurted out.

"I did."

He hunched closer to her, hands against the desk and at each sides of her, searching for her gaze at her left.

"I told you to not give out the biometrics data."

"And I told you not to look through my stuff! You're breaking rule number two."

Donnie showed an annoyed look: "... Your screen was litterally opened and your web browser on that conversation. Forgive some wandering eyes."

"Breaking rule number three now; don't be an ass," she added, looking over to him.

A brief staring contest ensued, the woman finally realizing how close the terrapin now was. A sigh left her, losing the battle as she glanced away.

"And I wasn't giving it out," mumbled Vee. "I was trying to sell it. It's different."

"It's still going against what we talked about. Don't try to play around with words and meanings."

Her eyes now back on him, she patted his cheek amusedly: "Alright, I got my lesson now. No need to chastise me anymore."

Donatello's smile was sweet, as if happy to have won whatever battle this was. Letting out a simple "good", he quickly nuzzled over Vee's top of her head, proceeding back up and into the kitchen. As he was pouring the now readied coffee, the woman was still processing this rapid display of affection he just did, swiveling her chair around and observing his motions with a slight confusion.

... What happened last night?

***

(Last night)

Her crying had calmed down, her eyes still red and watery however. The duo was still in eachother's arms and now comfortably seated on the couch - Vee completely leaning onto the mutant's form and in absolute need of comfort. Her fatigue was now drowsing her mind, yet that didn't stop her from talking:

"I never wanted this," she confessed. "I wanted to create. I wanted to be happy. ... I got fucked over so many times, I simply lost hope."

She could still feel Donnie's hands slowly petting her in soothing motions.

"I only started all of this information broker shit 'cause I'm good at searching stuff," she added with a sniffle. "I lost so many years going to College for music and arts, I didn't want to lose a couple more years trying to go down another career path." She paused, some sobs escaping her. "... I was abused, I was broken, the industry swallowed me whole and spat back my emptied shell."

She dared move, wanting to find Donnie's gaze.

"People have told me to grow a spine and be assertive - and believe me, I've tried so many times. ... I was met with rage and shouts. I had nowhere to go. I've been told countless times that I'm good for nothing and that everything I ever did was for nothing. ... What am I supposed to do other than to believe that?"

She could feel her tears come back again, shaking her head slightly: "People only want what's best for their personal gain. Once they see weakness, they'll do anything to step on it and take whatever left there is. ... And I was tired of it. I wanted none of it."

One of Donatello's hands moved, cupping her cheek and his thumb tenderly wiping the wet trail on her skin. He had this serene and mindful look, showing that he was completely attentive to her. The woman brought her hold to his hand, leaning into his touch with closed eyes. At once she realized how much she had craved for any form of contact and interaction... To simply be approached by someone and feel a touch on her.

"I'm so glad you're here..." she murmured in a sad tone.

"And I'm glad to be here," he answered in a hushed voice as well, getting closer.

She felt a motion at the top of her head, the turtle now nuzzling her gently. Her body reacted like a magnet as she herself wanted to be nearer. A deep rumbling sound started from the mutant's chest, this small vibration felt between them and throughout the woman's body. She lost herself into this feeling, moving her arms to rest around his neck and hiding her face in the crook of his neck. In an instant Donnie's embrace was now wrapped around her, his face buried in her hair and his churr incessant. They both didn't want to let go - simply wanting to savor the moment and newly found comfort and proximity.

"Please stay," softly said Vee. "I don't want to be alone."

Donnie noted her body relaxing, as well as some yawns escaping her. Without any words he proceeded to scoop her in his arms, hers still around his neck. Heading for the bedroom, he next laid her down on the mattress, kneeling down beside the furniture and observing the space while petting her hair in a soothing motion.

"... Where do you want me to stay?" he asked. "Your bed's not big enough." It was nothing else but a double sized mattress. They could both fit, but they'd need to stay close...

"You can sleep on the couch," Vee answered, yawning again.

"Then I'll be there if you need me," added the terrapin, his eyes translating a loving emotion.

He only wanted to stay close to her... Bringing a blanket over her clothed form, he nuzzled her temple, getting a soft hum from Vee in return. As he was about to head out of the bedroom next, her tiny voice did stop him:

"I'm sorry..."

He looked her way again: "What for?"

"I'm sorry...," she repeated, her tone trailing off, too tired.

Knowing he'd get no more answers from her, Donnie prefered to disregard whatever apology that was, leaving the room and keeping the door ajar - only to be able to hear her if ever needed. He started to turn off the lights around the apartment, finally stumbling around her computer and noticing its screen and active web browser. The turtle frowned lightly as he read over the conversation with her current client, knowing she was hinting at the biometrics he had just shared with her. Seeing that the client seemed interested, he answered in Vee's stead, bullshitting something about the files having self-destruct. He didn't care if that prevented her from getting money, he simply couldn't let her share that information...

With a sigh he headed for the couch, leaning his shell on it and bringing a cushion between his neck and shell for his head to rest on. Donnie's eyes were stuck on the ceiling for a long while, his thoughts running over and over again in his mind. The fact that Vee had opened herself so easily tonight, he knew there was hope... More than ever, he didn't want to let go. He wanted her to be happy...

***

(Present)

They had settled for an easy breakfast - eggs and toasts - then sitting down on the living room's floor and plates on the coffee table. As Vee wanted to avoid any awkward silences, she had put on some faint music in the background, in hopes of making things easy in this ... weird morning. Her playlist was set to a random cycle, which brought her to almost choke when 'My One and Only Love' came up next. She promptly skipped as barely a minute rolled in, the soft beat of 'C.R.E.A.M' coming up instead.

"Afraid of love songs?" said Donnie, amused.

"Absolutely not," replied the woman. "It's just ... not needed right now."

"Mm-hmm, sure."

Vee's stare was slightly annoyed as she observed him take a sip of coffee. ... There simply was no time right now to let any lovey feelings invade her mind. Instead she prefered to switch the subject to a matter she'd be wanting to know for some time:

"Can I ask something about the project Renaissance? ... There's a detail in those files that I've been wondering about."

Donnie was now attentive, his brow ridges furrowing lightly.

"I dunno why you're so stuck on that project, but sure, go ahead."

The woman took that as a cue to get up, fetching a tablet she had left in her room. It didn't take her time to swipe through the device as she walked back to the living room, already bringing up the Renaissance's files. Sitting back down at the coffee table, she read through some lines, finally pinpointing what she wanted to know about:

"Here... The initial mutative components of the alien substance have been noted down, yet a thorough investigation of its properties still remains to be conducted. Following the ongoing observations on the animal subjects, blood tests revealed that the so-called 'green ooze' is present amongst the cells, ensuring a continuous safekeep of the element - if ever missing and needed." She looked up at Donatello, her head slightly tilting to one side in questionnement. "... Have you ever tested the ooze from your blood? Or have you ever offered it to scientists?"

His answer was quick: "Never in a lifetime would I ever give that substance to anyone. I'd be too scared for it to fall into any wrong hands." His pause was brief, considering his next words. "... I did get some results myself, but never pushed for more answers - and frankly, my family and I are okay with never knowing what the ooze entails of, or even to have it die with us."

"Aren't you curious though?"

The terrapin shrugged: "About what?"

That actually stopped Vee, actually wondering herself. Seeing her incertitude, the other kept going on.

"We know the ooze is capable of bringing great transformations into any beings. Yet, to be affected by it is to be marked for a life of exile, at least that's how we see it; to be feared by most people. Why would we want that substance to affect anything or anyone's life? Who are we to decide if any being can potentially be inflicted by this curse?"

"A curse?" questionned the human. "Why say that when it litterally gave you sentience?"

"Did I ask to be given that sentience?"

"No, but it made you into who you are."

"And you think my family and I are okay with that?"

Vee stopped, knowing there was no more point in trying to raise a counterargument. Seeing her concerned look, Donnie did sigh softly, fingers mindlessly and softly tapping against the table, reminiscing.

"... Years ago, we did get our hands on a deritative alien substance; the purple ooze. It had been used to turn human subjects into animal mutants, which brought me to the realization that it could be used to turn us into humans." He glanced at his left hand, closing and flexing his three fingers. "... I remember the feeling of having five fingers, even if it was for a brief moment. At that time, my brothers and I were contemplating the idea of changing our forms, only to be accepted within society."

"Why didn't you guys do it?"

That brought a soft smile to the mutant's lips: "As cheesy as it'll sound, we do love who we are. Through all the hardships and seclusion, we simply couldn't give up who we truly were." His gaze remained on Vee, knowing she probably had many question still. "I guess the point I'm really trying to make is that we don't wish the challenges we've been through to anyone else. We honor our lives, we remain in this lifestyle simply because that's all we've ever known. ... The power in our blood may be too destructive or unpredictable, so we can't risk letting it be shared freely into this world... And we don't want to change. We don't want to allow any more successes into our very undemanded existence."

Vee remained silent, contemplating his words. While she understood the reasonings, there was still a small part of her that simply couldn't push aside her curiosity; she wanted to know more about the substance. She could only contemplate the possibilities of any advancements it could bring into society or individuals. Yet when she listened to him, the sympathy in her could only agree with the terrapin. ... Something she never thought she's reach at this point. She locked her tablet's screen, giving it no more attention.

"Thank you for telling me all of that," she said, sustaining his gaze. "I guess I can finally put those questionings to rest."

"Anything else you'd like to know then?" he asked in light amusement, elbows on the coffee table and his chin against his raised hands.

Vee let out a quick chuckle, first peeking quickly inside her now empty coffee cup.

"You want another coffee?"

He shook his head slightly: "I'd rather go sleep in fact... We usually don't stay up much during the day."

And she supposed that he couldn't really get out at this time, or else he'd be spotted easily. The woman simply got up, then standing by his side and offering her hand to him. In a follow me gesture, she got the turtle to stand up, her tiny hand holding his large one as she guided him towards her bedroom. As she offered him her bed, he was quick to politely decline, but her insistance and assuring him that she didn't mind did bring some ease into the offering.

"I'll be working on some stuff in the meantime, I don't mind," Vee simply added.

And that was good enough for him.

Putting the dishes away, Vee's actions only slowed down once she sat back at her computer, mindlessly going through her files and reorganizing some documents. Thinking back to Donnie being so open about how he felt in regards to his own existence, she slowly realized that last night had a ... similar outcome, but this time coming from her end. Bits and pieces of her blabbering came back to light, realizing that she had been pretty vulnerable in that moment. In a sense she absolutely hated it, but then again ... it had felt so good to let it all out. To finally voice things that had plagued her mind and kept her in this sense of failure for anything she ever undertook. Her life was this endless wandering, all about taking on the opportunity to ruin people's lives - only for her gain. Yet when she was with Donnie, she felt this sense of purpose, a plan that was getting built before her very own eyes... And that felt absolutely refreshing. Her playlist still going, this time even more softly, she groaned lightly as 'My One And Only Love' started again but from another artist, yet kept the tune playing. She remembered his touch. His hands over her form, caressing ever so softly. His nuzzling to her hair, the churr in his chest. The proximity she experienced, as short as it was, had only her screaming for more - simply to feel alive a little more.

After a while she sighed, knowing she couldn't resist the thought anymore. She got back up and headed towards the bedroom, finding the turtle already asleep. She felt bad for walking in and sitting by the bed's side, her hand shyly reaching for his. That easily woke up Donnie, his tired motions leading him to look at Vee.

"What's up?" he asked in a hushed, half-asleep tone.

"... Can I join you?" said the woman, her voice tiny.

He only hummed, moving a little and bringing the blanket up for the human to slip in. Removing her glasses and joining Donnie, she prefered to face him, both on their sides and first studying his traits. Feeling her hands to his cheeks, a purr-like sound left the terrapin, his eyes already closed out of fatigue.

"I'm so glad you're here...," she echoed from last night.

His arms were now fully around her, bringing Vee's to wrap around his neck. In an instant, the rush of their hearts was deafening, their bodies so close - they could've just melded together. Vee's fingertips tenderly traced patterns on his scales, appreciating the texture. Oh she could keep doing so for hours... The mutant lazily nuzzled her hair, his hands patiently petting her upper and lower back. There was this excitement about keeping her close, yet everything felt so right and calm... he knew they both needed this.

And in all truthfulness, they wished this moment would last forever...

((Part 9))

[spidercom]

If you can, may you please do a Pavitr x spider person male reader? :)

HANGIN OUT!~

Pairing!:Pavitr and spider!M/N!

Warnings?:None just major fluff.

Summary?: Pavitr wants to tell reader something but doesn’t know how so Gwen helps him out at the ‘hangout’ for the two.

(Y’all this is my first one-shot like thingy so if it’s bad then uhh- nvm💀)

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Just like any day in Hobies Dimension. Pavitr was ranting to the marvelous 3 (marvelous 3 being Miles, Gwen, and Hobie.) about you, your costume your personality all that stuff. Eventually Hobie just chuckled and decided to say something “why don’t you ask him out ‘den eh?” All the three nodded in agreement while Pavitr blushed crazily. “Yeah! Y’all seem like a cute couple!” Gwen says with a big grin as the chuckles. “I- what?! I don’t have the guts to do that!” Pavitr says raising his hands for a dramatic effect. The 3 laughs at his nervousness and possible embarrassment. “I mean that’s what happened with me and Gwen.” Miles says as Gwen blushes and slightly smacks his arm. “Yeah, but anyway. Y’all are gonna hangout tomorrow right? Jus’ ask ‘em out then.” Hobie says jumping onto his couch. “Fine! But I’m gonna need help.” Pavitr says crossing his arms with a pout. Gwen chuckles “I’ll help! I got the skills to anyways, right Miles?” She says in a teasing tone turning her head to Miles as he blushes a dark red out of embarrassment. “Here take this comm, it’s only connected to our network.” Hobie says handing him a comm. Pavitr puts the comm into his ear as the 3 head back to their original universes.

The next day the 4 meet up in Hobies dimension again. “Alrighty so… what time are you supposed to hangout with M/N?” Gwen says eating a banana Hobie gave her. “Well since we’re meeting up at his dimension I guess around 5?” Pavitr says in a questioning tone checking his dimensional watch thingy. Gwen sighs as she lays her head onto Miles’s shoulder. “Well you better get ready because it’s almost 5 in his dimension.” Gwen chuckles as Pavitr panics quickly grabbing his things and leaving, not before saying goodbye to the 3 though. As Pavitr jumps through the portal he quickly closes it swinging to your usual hangout spot. As he lands onto the roof he sits onto the edge waiting for you. When he sees you land into your heroic but unusual pose he shouts. “Hey M/N!” He says waving to you with a huge smile. “Hey Pav!” You wave back to him as you walk up to him siting next to him on the edge. “Uhh- M/N I-I wanted to ask you something..” Pavitr says glancing at you as a small blush appears onto his face. “Ask away Pav.” You say with a chuckle as you take your Spider-mask off to look up into the stars. (Y’all took like 2 hours to get there so it like 7 pm now. ITS WINTER BTW BTW.) “U-Um ..” he stutters fiddling with his fingers for a second. “W-will you go out with me?” You both say blushing a bright red as Pavitr looks to see your reaction. You turn your head to face his as your blushing a bright pink. “Ofcourse I’ll go out with you!” You both say again with a laugh. “Jinx!” You both say loudly pointing your fingers at each other. Y’all sit in a comforting silence as you both turn back to the stars. You lay your head onto his shoulder with a sigh as the star’s light shines into your beautiful e/c eyes. “Your eyes are beautiful.” He mumbles loud enough for you to hear it. “So are yours.” You say giving him a kiss on his cheek as you lay your head back onto his shoulder as he blushes profusely. “T-thank you.” He says softly as you both stare into the night sky of New York City for the rest of the night.

(MIND YOU ALL THIS IS MY FIRST ONESHOT/FIC SO IF I MADE ANY MISTAKES PLEASE LET ME KNOW IT WOULD HELP ALOT!! THANK YOU AND GOODBYEEEE!!!

[lovinqmils]

ꜰᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴏᴍᴇ┊ avatar x human!reader

sorry this took so long to put out (T⌓T)

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍...

you manage to get lost on your way home, you unintentionally get yourself caught in a sketchy science experiment...yikes. you wake up in a foreign land (or shall I say planet) that filled with 8-10ft tall blue...creatures?

dictionary: skxawng - idiot/moron | tìnfu - silence | tsahík - female clam leader/healer | olo'eyktan - clan leader | sky people/person - human |

can also be found on wattpad: @lovinqmils

warnings: fem reader, ooc, use of y/n , loads of insults, sfw, follows avatar twow plot (aka spoils the whole thing), mention of weapons

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

PART 4: “FRUSTRATION” 2.3k words

"thank you!" you smiled as you graciously accepted the bowl of fruits neteyam offered.

"so...what brings you here?" neteyam asked, sitting on the couch beside you.

"i figured lo'ak would be in trouble, but when you and spider didn't show up, i was...uhh...you know, disappointed...i guess," you said, fiddling with your fingers in embarrassment. you didn't realise how clingy you sounded.

suddenly, a loud noise from the other room interrupted neteyam's reply.

"i'm good!" lo'ak called out, holding onto the doorframe as he stumbled out of the room. "oh, hi, y/n!" lo'ak flashed a grin and sat down next to you.

"..are you okay? what were you doing in there?" you questioned, lifting an eyebrow in amusement.

"oh yeah, about that...my dad prohibited me from hunting & flying for a month, so I decided to practise so when he sees me next, i'll look like an expert!" lo'ak exclaimed, dramatically looking off into the distance.

"now I understand why you're always in trouble," neteyam sighed, shaking his head disappointedly.

you all spent hours continuing the conversation, laughing at stupid jokes and teasing each other relentlessly. this was the best, no, the only way you knew how to have fun with your friends. you acted like this on earth, so it was no surprise you were like this on pandora.

"why...why are you two laughing like that?" neteyam asked, exhaling as he finally caught his breath from (what he thought) was a hilarious story of yours.

you and lo'ak were curled up on the floor, cradling your stomachs as you laughed.

"sh..shut up, you skxwang!" lo'ak playfully replied,

"boys, you better not be messing around!" the stern voice from outside caused you both to shoot off the floor.

'why didn't I think of this!? why did I stay for so long!? I'm going to die! it's over for me!' you frantically looked around the house, desperate for a way out.

as if reading your thoughts, lo'ak tried to comfort you by saying, "don't worry, the worst they can do is send you back to the lab!"

you ignored your friend and ran straight into a random room of the house, holding your breath fearfully as you prayed not to get caught.

jake walked into the house, neytiri & her daughters following close behind him. lo'ak and neteyam stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room, staring silently at their father.

jake glanced at the spare bedroom, which had its door wide open, and sighed, "girls go to your room." neytiri looked at her mate with confusion; she, kiri and tuk had only run into jake on the way back from their day out, so she had no idea what was happening.

once kirk and tuk had got out of sight, jake turned to the spare bedroom and firmly called out, "y/n, come out."

your whole world froze, and you felt your heart drop to your stomach; indeed, it was over for you now. you bit on your tongue and reluctantly walked out of the room.

"...wait outside, I need to talk to you." you immediately followed jakes request, lowering your head in respect as you practically ran out of the house. you stiffly stood outside the sully residence, too embarrassed by the harsh stares of the elderly na'vi below to move from your current position.

"what was a disgusting creature like her doing in my house!?" neytiri's furious shouting caused you to flinch, but intriguing you nonetheless as you moved closer to the door to eavesdrop.

"she's our friend...and we weren't doing anything dangerous!" lo'ak retorted, though he dared not raise his voice at his mother.

"i'm pretty certain I forbid you both from any sort of social interactions outside of your expected responsibilities," jake angrily replied.

"I am the one to blame. it's my duty as the eldest to watch over my siblings; I failed to do so and even disobeyed you myself. So I take full responsibility." neteyam apologised, stepping forward in front of lo'ak.

"how dare either of you let someone of such a filthy and despicable species step foot into this household!" neytiri 's hateful words wounded a special place in your heart. you had known about neytiri's extreme dislike for humans beforehand, but you couldn't help but feel upset after being described with so many insults.

jake placed a reassuring hand on his lover's shoulder before sending his two sons back into their rooms with a powerful glare that said, 'I'll deal with you later.'

you stood paralysed with shock as you heard jake tell Neytiri that their whole family must leave the omaticaya and seek safety in a nearby oceanic clan, as the RDA is hunting them, which could endanger the entire clan.

"I don't understand why we have to bring the girl with us; she serves us no purpose." neytiri sighed, rubbing her temples.

'I'm going with them!?...is that what jake wanted to tell me...?'

"y/n can breathe the air on pandora without a mask, and if she were captured, she'd surely be researched. which means that the RDA could obtain the device that allows them to breathe freely."  jake explained (though he'd never admit it); he was afraid of the possibility of exopacks becoming useless.

'is the fact ill become a cheap science experiment not valid enough!?' you scoffed in disbelief.

"how do you know the clan will accept her? if she is rejected, are you planning to go somewhere else?" neytiri asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice. she could barely tolerate being around you. let alone the idea of her whole family revolving around you wasn't exactly on her bucket list.

"various islands surround the clan, so we can invite a couple of scientists to look after and live with her."

jake's words caused your heart to drop to your stomach, was his alternate plan seriously making you spend the rest of your life on a remote island with scientists!? as the tears welled in your eyes, you felt your frustration building until you couldn't take it anymore. you clenched your fist and ran back to the lab, not daring to look back.

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"...i know they don't like me, but to ignore that his children and i are friends is so...insensitive!" you groaned. you were lying in florence's lap, bitterly explaining your side of the story as she drew in her 'research journal'.

"i think he's just putting his family first," florence responded, leaning over to grab another colouring pencil.

"yeah, right!" you scoffed, "does it not bother you that he's pretending he wasn't even human? he was born and raised on earth, whether he likes it or not; that's the truth."

"jake's probably trying to forget about his old life and focus on his new one." florence reasoned, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"i'm trying to complain bout somebody! stop reasoning with them," you huffed, "have you seen spider? he would agree with me," you hadn't heard from spider since the 'incident'; you ran off as soon as help had arrived, so you didn't see where everyone went.

"about that..." florence started, awkwardly clearing her throat. "the recom squad...kidnapped him."

"what!?" you exclaimed, sitting up and turning to look at florence. "why did nobody tell me!? why is everybody so calm!? why has nobody gone to rescue him!?"

"enough questions! y/n, there's only so much we can do. their location and motives are unknown." florence exhaled, "he'll be okay. spider is a strong kid."

"...ehm, uhh florence? is...uh...y/n in there?" you shifted your attention to the lab entrance at the sound of jake's voice. his voice wasn't firm; instead, he sounded...embarrassed?

florence stood up and mouthed the words, "do. not. move." she then walked over to the door and welcomed jake into the lab. "I'll give you two some privacy," florence smiled and left the room.

"I already know what you're going to say," you mumbled, angrily fidgeting with your fingers. "don't stress yourself. you won't have to be around a 'disgusting creature like me' for much longer. I'm perfectly fine staying with florence."

"neytiri doesn't mean it. she has a bit of a...grudge against the sky people because of the war." jake responded, kneeling to make eye contact with you.

"sky people? it's so aggravating to hear you deny your humanity! sorry to break it to you, but nothing can erase the fact that you are a human!" you shouted. you knew his life was none of your business, and you overreacted a bit, but you've said too much to back out now.

"was. i was a human. I'm not one anymore." jake corrected, letting out a frustrated sigh as he stood up.

"whatever you want to believe," you scoffed, "but you can rest easy because I'm not going anywhere with you." you got off the floor and angrily walked to your bedroom.

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"why do ikrans have to be so uncomfortable!" you complained, twisting and turning as you tried to find a comfortable spot on neteyam's ikran.

"shut up! at least your small enough to lie down," lo'ak groaned, slowing down to ride next to you and neteyam.

"will you two skxawngs ever stop fighting?" neteyam sighed, shaking his head in exhaustion.

"I'm not even sure if I'll be allowed to stay. so i need to annoy lo'ak as much as possible cause i might not get a chance to do it again," you explained, flashing a petty grin at lo'ak.

"if they don't let you in, what do you plan to do?" kiri asked, peering out from behind lo'ak.

"your dad said i'd live with some scientists on a nearby island. which is a really exciting life plan to look forward to!" you exclaimed, sarcastically smiling.

"dad! my butt hurts...are we there yet?" tuk whined, pouting slightly.

"tuk, you've asked that question five times in the last 10 minutes. does it look like we are still travelling!?" lo'ak groaned, looking at the intricate structure of awa'atlu. the water was clear, beautifully displaying each animal and plant that resided in the ocean.

"tìnfu!" jake shouted, tugging on the reigns (??) of his ikran as he prepared to land on the approaching island.

"you ready?" neteyam asked, glancing back at you as his ikran landed on the shore of the Metkayina reefs.

"...i wanna go home," you whispered, jumping off the ikran and onto the soft sand of the awa'atlu.

"i know, so do i," he replied, giving you a soft, reassuring smile.

the people of the metkayina clan started to take notice of their new visitors. judgementally, pointing and gossiping about you all. You unconsciously started walking backwards, trying to keep your distance from the crowd.

"what is it? is that supposed to be a tail?" a young metkayina boy mocked, pointing at neteyam's and lo'ak's tails. the boy had a braided bun that eventually connected to his queue.

"is that a tawtute?" you heard someone exclaim.

"what's a human doing here?" someone else shouted.

"it's so...ugly!" you felt somebody roughly pull on your hair; you uttered a painful 'ow' before tugging away to look for the culprit. unsurprisingly, it was the same boy that mocked neteyam and lo'ak before, and he was already mischievously smirking at you, you could tell he'd be a problem in the future.

you had zoned out for most of the conversation between jake and the metkayina tribe leaders. you kept your focus on the sand below, hoping that if you counted enough grains of sand, nobody would notice your presence.

"what use would the human be here? we already have two! at least they provide some help!" the tsahìk, ronal proclaimed, inspecting every inch of your body before making eye contact. "whats wrong now? does she not have the ability to communicate?"

you 'd failed to greet ronal with the 'oel ngati kameie' gesture, which is how you'd start a conversation with somebody more respected that you. which led her to believe you didn't understand her.

"...no! sorry! i didn't know if it'd be disrespectful to do the...gesture, cause I'm not like..." you nervously apologised.

'I'm such an idiot! now they probably think i don't respect them...'

"what use will you be to us?" ronal asked, fiercely staring into your eyes.

"...uhh...I can...no I'm.." you looked at jake for assistance, but he only motioned for you to answer her question.

'I hope I'm still a good pickpocket...'

"I'm..sneaky?" you held your hands out, showing five separate items. two daggers and three armbands. you cleared your throat, "i mean, my swift movements will be helpful against enemies."

the na'vi you had stolen from gasped in shock as they checked their bodies and realised their belongings were in your hands.

"...here, you can take your things back," you spoke, placing the daggers and armbands on the sand below you.

"toruk makto and his family will stay with us," the olo'eyktan, Tonowari proclaimed, "as well as the young human girl." he gestured towards you. "teach them the way of the water, so they do not have to suffer the shame of being useless."

"thank you," jake and neytiri bowed their heads in respect, sighing with relief.

ronal placed a hand on your shoulder and said, "you have potential, so don't become a burden."

you gave her an assertive nod and replied, "i appreciate your kindness tsahìk, i will be nothing but helpful."

the moment ronal was out of sight, you turned to lo'ak with a playful grin plastered on your face, "that was smooth wasn't it?"

"that was so cool!" you gave him a high-five and giggled playfully.

"neteyam! wasn't y/n so cool," lo'ak asked, quickening his pace to catch up with him.

"youre such a show off" neteyam rolled his eyes "...but that was cool!" neteyam laughed and slung his arms around you and lo'ak.

"your arm is so heavy! get off," you jokingly (though a part of you wasn't lying) whined, however your complaints drowned out by lo'ak's and neteyam's teasing laugh.

'i could get used to this!'

taglist: @myh3artttt @69slay69

i hope you enjoyed it! now we are onto the main plot i will finally have more ideas (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

[bunnyb34r]

Lmao so NewLady and NetflixCoworker were SWAMPED with pallets of new shit meanwhile I was happily cleaning up my section ignoring the growing pile of basics pallets bc "fuck you I work 4 hours, y'all work 8, and no one ever recovers my section but oh look yours are 70% recovered already wow! Sucks to suck 🖕🤠"

Anyway NewLady was like "I sure hope that new girl is going to be here today. Theres a loooot of new stuff in basics. And I'm not gonna do it! I dont have time for that!" (new girl who was supposed to replace Tweedle dumb and Tweedle dumbass... the same new girl who just went on lunch and never came back 4 days ago) and I didn't say anything eggdgdgd then 2 hours later she asked me ab her and I'm like uhh I'm pretty sure she quit...

So then I guess she had said something to [relative coworker] ab it probably assuming she would take over basics and [rc] was like um no you do it. Just follow the layout it's very very easy (it literally tells you what item goes WHERE) and well NewLady didn't like that sgdggdgd so I guess they sent another new girl in and NL IMMEDIATELY took off and started bossing this poor kid around like she's been here forever and knows everything (been >1 year. Still doesn't know shit) which is so funny bc she keeps doing this with new people like stop sgdhdhd leave them be!! They're babies!! Be nicer!

Meanwhile I never tell the new people what to do bc I figure you have 3+ adults telling you what to do, usually the same thing by each person, you dont need a 20 something bossing you, another 20 something around acting like your boss (we have BratBoy for that)

Anyways I got half my section looking really nice 🥰 and didn't stress ab basics or the gazillion pallets on the floor bc until yall start recovering my area, I'm not doing basics unless theres no one else to do it that day

[ccss10987]

Happily Ever After

Chapter 3: Thera

Links: Chapters 1, 2, 4, 5, Also on A03

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Roman pulled out the map and laid it out On Remus’s back. “So I think if I’m reading this right-” 

“You weren’t reading it correctly the first time.” Virgil smirked at him. Remus let out a loud snort at this.

Roman took a long look at the map, the compass on it, and then the sun. “Yes, I’m reading this right, thank you very much. We should be at Thera before nightfall. Just follow the path.” Roman put the map back in his bag. 

“He started off this journey with the map upside down and let us go the wrong way for at least an hour before admitting defeat.” Virgil said. 

Remus cackled, holding his stomach with one hand while he kept the other on the reins of the horse.

“And you continued to let him hold the map?” Dee asked him, trying to stifle his laughter as he focused more on talking.

“I was supposed to.” Virgil mumbled. 

Remus cackled louder. “Both of you are idiots.” he got out in between laughs.

Roman scoffed. “You didn’t have to tell them that.” he said to Virgil. 

“Oh no. He definitely had to tell us that. Tell us more of that juicy stuff!” Remus said. He couldn’t be more interested in learning about more embarrassing moments Roman had throughout the journey.

“Absolutely not!” Roman yelled. “And don’t say it like that.”

“You mean juicy stuff?” Remus asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Motherfucker,” Virgil let his head fall back as he sighed in annoyance. “Is that Patton?” he pointed to someone down the trail

“Oh my stars. I think it is.” Roman said, squinting and leaning forward to see the man walking alone in the distance.

“Who’s Patton?” Dee asked Virgil. 

“Some guy who broke the script. We met last night in a tavern. Then we ran into him later unexpectedly and we’re running into him now. Let’s speed up and not make eye contact.” he answered, looking down and away from Patton.

“Hey! Patton! Wanna ride!? Where ya going!?” Remus yelled. Patton jumped at the sudden loud noise and turned around to face the group, eyes widening at the sight of Roman and Virgil’s familiar faces.

“Remus!” Roman lightly hit Remus on the shoulder. 

“Oh, uhh, I think I’m good.” Patton told him. “But, um, thank you for the offer.” 

“Nonsense. Walk with us. We should give these horses a rest anyway.” Dee said. Remus dismounted his horse. Dee took out and unfolded his cane, and walked over to Patton. 

Virgil groaned. “Why do you hate me?” he asked, dismounting his horse then going over to help Roman. Roman held onto Virgil’s shoulders and struggled getting his footing.

“I’m going to Thera.” Patton told them. 

“What a coincidence. We’re all going to the same place!” Remus exclaimed. “Wait, are you really? I meant that I’m going to uhh…” Patton trailed off. 

Virgil took some deep breaths. “Let’s start walking. We can’t accidentally run into you again if we walk together.” he said after a while. 

“And you’re okay with me walking with you?” Patton asked, looking at Virgil hesitantly. 

Dee gave Virgil a cold look before looking back to Patton with a gentle smile on his face. “Of course he is. Why would he be bothered walking with someone who’s probably in a different story than he is? You aren’t messing with his happily ever after.” he said like his words were laced with venom

“What story are you in anyway?” Remus asked. 

“Oh, uhh, I’m the witch in Hansel and Gretal.” Patton kicked at the dirt path he stood on and avoided the stares he thought he was getting. He got them all the time after all. If people even believed it was true.

Dee gasped. “A script-breaker who became nice? Unheard of. Isn’t that right, Roman?” Remus laughed alongside him. 

“We’re also script-breakers, so don’t you worry, Patton. Those two are the ones who have their heads in their asses.” Remus said as he put his arms around Patton’s shoulders and brought him close.

“That’s some, uhh colorful language.” Patton gently took Remus’s wrist and moved it off of his shoulders. “But it’s always nice to meet other script-breakers. Not being alone is great. The friend I’m visiting in Thera is also a script-breaker. He’s the one that taught me it was possible, you know?” 

Dee nodded. “Remus did the same for me and we’ve been friends ever since.” 

Remus hugged Dee tightly. “That’s right. Best decision I’ve ever made.” he mumbled into Dee’s hair.

“Smartest one too. What would you do without me?” Dee smiled up at him.

Virgil sighed. “That’s… Dee and Remus. I’m Virgil. That’s Roman. Everyone, this is Patton. Now, let’s start walking, because your display of affection is starting to sicken me.” 

Patton squealed. “You didn’t tell me your name before. It’s such a nice name too!” 

Virgil looked away from him. “Whatever.” he mumbled. “Let’s just get going.

“You can call me by my real name, Patton. It’s Janus.” the blonde told him. Patton smiled widely. No one outside of his best friend had trusted him. Not immediately anyway. It always took a while to befriend the refugees he saved, and he never really stayed in Thera long enough to get to know them any more than an acquaintance. He was getting along just fine with these four. It may have taken Virgil a while to warm up to him, but he just got four new friends. He’s never been happier.

Patton was pulled out of his happy thoughts and feelings when Roman started laughing uncontrollably and slapped his knee. “Janice!? What are you, an old librarian?” 

Janus looked at him with a neutral stare. Anger fueled his thoughts but he kept a calm appearance. The only thing really showing how mad he felt was his fists clenching and unclenching. “I can’t believe people say Remus is the evil twin.” His voice was cold and clear cut.

Roman went quiet. “What is that supposed to mean? It’s not my fault you have such a stupid name.”

Janus scoffed. “J-a-n-u-s like the Roman god of transitions. I swear you are the dumbest prince I’ve ever met, and I have met some really stupid princes.” He stormed ahead of the group, leaving Roman in the back. 

Roman scoffed and fired a complaint at Janus, throwing his arms in the air. “Oh come on! How was I supposed to know that?”

“Alright, let’s not fight.” Patton said, putting himself between the two, stopping the group from moving forward. 

“Aww, why not?” Remus smiled, pulling out a morning star from his bag.

“Where did you get that from!?” Patton yelled, starting to panic. He hated fighting.

Remus shrugged. “You are an absolute barbarian!” Roman shouted at Remus, pushing Virgil behind him who rolled his eyes in response to Roman’s attempt at trying to protect him. He knew Remus well enough to know that he could absolutely take Roman down in a single hit.

“Excuse you, prissy royalty, but I’m technically still a prince!” Remus raised his morning start, threateningly.

“Stop fighting and yelling!” Patton yelled, throwing his arms out to create more distance between the two groups that had formed during this argument.

“You’re yelling!” Virgil fired back, crossing his arms.

“Because I hate yelling and fighting!”

“So why are you doing it!?”

“I don’t know!”

The group went silent as Patton took a few deep breaths. “Everyone, take a deep breath,” Patton demanded with crossed arms. The group followed, all inhaling and exhaling. “Okay. Roman, apologize.” Patton pointed at him then at Janus.

“Why do I have to apologize?” Roman whined. “Janus is the one that lied to me.”

“Because I said so. You shouldn’t laugh at someone’s name, whether you understand it or not. Now apologize.” Patton crossed his arms and gave him  what could only be described as a dad look.

“Dad’s angry. You should apologize.” Virgil smirked.

“I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed.” the so-called dad clarified. 

“Fine. Janus-” 

“Dee,” Janus interrupted, looking back at him with a sharp look. “ If you don’t like my name, don’t use it. I introduced myself as ‘Dee’ for a reason. That reason being, I don’t trust people who blindly follow scripts. I’ve found that script-followers are the most judgemental. Obviously I was doing the right thing not trusting you. You’re obviously a judgemental prick.”

“Let him apologize at least, Janus.” Patton told him gently. “Go ahead, Roman.” 

Roman looked at the ground for a quick moment before facing him. “Dee. I’m really sorry for making fun of your name. I know it was wrong and I won’t do it again.”

Janus turned back around. “I don’t forgive you. Let’s keep walking. I want my payout.”

“What was the point of apologizing if he wasn’t going to forgive me?” Roman scoffed. Janus rolled his eyes. “I don’t have to forgive you.”

“I know that, yeah. But-

“Let’s just drop it and move on.” Patton said. He put his arms down, but kept walking in the middle of the group to avoid further argument like a dad keeping siblings from fighting.

The group walked for a few minutes. Janus and Remus in the front, Patton following behind them, and Roman and Virgil in the back of the group.

“What did you mean when you said evil twin, Jan-um Dee?”

“We don’t have time to unpack all of that.” Remus laughed. 

“Let’s drop it.” Patton said.

“If you think I have a twin, you’re wrong. I grew up an only child.” 

Remus let out a sigh poorly disguised as a laugh. Roman couldn’t see his face, so he had a hard time judging how Remus reacted toward the question. Mad maybe? 

“I can’t believe you, Roman. You’ve already pissed the both of us off. Just keep digging that hole.” Janus took Remus’s hand and squeezed gently. Remus smiled at him and squeezed his hand back. 

“I’m just asking a simple question. I don’t even get why you’re so mad at me for not getting your name spelled correctly. Now you’re mad at me for what? Being an only child?”

“You aren’t an only child.” Janus snapped. “That’s just what you were told, because your twin didn’t follow society’s new made up rules well enough to be remembered as a royal family member. You are related to Remus who didn’t want to follow the path you’re on. Virgil ended up replacing him on this journey after leaving us. Narrators have done nothing but hurt us and you two do nothing about it.” He took a quick look at Virgil. 

Virgil was fidgeting with his cloak and looking at the ground. “At least Virgil knows the consequences of his actions, even if he still can’t get his head out of his ass.”

Roman was silent, but he still followed behind the group. He had a brother. A twin brother. Someone that was kicked out when he was only a young child. This news had been hidden from him for years. What else had been hidden from him? 

His mind went back to the history books. There were hundreds of them in the castle library all published during a large range of years. How long had people had narrators exactly? Clearly some sort of propaganda was involved in this mystery, so he couldn’t find out from books. He had to ask someone else. A script-breaker. It would give him the other side of the story. He didn’t want to ask Janus or Remus though, or even ask while they’re around. They were already angry with him.

“Prince Roman will do no such thing. There’s no research to be done. Following the script is the law, not a social rule. Laws are meant to be followed.” Roman’s narrator declared. Roman inwardly sighed. It’s been a while since he heard that voice. 

“Prince Roman and Knight Virgil were almost at their destination.” Roman thought this statement was redundant, considering he could see the town of Thera ahead of them. “He was filled with pride, knowing he would be the one to save the kingdom from the absolute horrors that lurk there.”

Roman looked at what he could see of the town. It wasn’t that busy with people, but there were a few still out and about. Was it the late hour? The kingdom seemed nicer than his. Why wouldn’t people want to live here? There seemed to be enough living areas to house more people than he saw.

It was getting late and they would need an Inn to stay the night in. There didn’t seem to be any danger. The people seemed happy. Too happy? They seemed happier than the people in his kingdom. Why, though?

“I think I know a place we can stay in tonight. I’ll have to ask Logan though.”

“Is Logan your friend that you’ve been talking about?” Janus asked. Patton nodded and smiled. “You all will love him, he’s the best. Follow me.”

Patton led the group through the kingdom. They heard bits and pieces of conversation. 

“My narrator went away yesterday.”

“He’s just so quiet now, I’m glad it’s almost over.”

“My first born is thankfully still with us.”

“I can’t believe I was so scared before.”

“Are those script-breaking refugees?”

The last bit of conversation was said to one person to another. They were looking at Roman’s party. They thought the party was here to seek refuge from people who hate script-breakers. Did that happen a lot? Is everyone here a script-breaking refugee? That would explain why the town was so small.

“Where exactly are you taking us, Patton?” Virgil asked. He was always nervous about meeting strangers.

“To my friend’s place. He’s a dragon tamer!” Patton.

“I get to see a dragon!?” Roman exclaimed. He waved his hands by his side and snapped his fingers three times. “And I don’t have to slay it!?” He squealed and gently shoved Patton forward. “Faster. What are we waiting for? A molasses flood?”

“As if that would ever happen.” Patton giggled. “I’m glad you’re excited though. Most people are afraid of dragons. Even I was scared at first, but then I realized that they’re just misunderstood shadowlings.”

“They are giant creatures of fire and destruction!” Remus exclaimed. He tapped his fingers to the palms of his hands, almost like clenching his fists excitedly.

“Oh great. Both of the chaos twins love dragons. Going to a place with tons of dragons will surely end well and not in flames.” Janus commented.

Roman felt a small pang in his heart at being called a twin, but it was shadowed by the excitement he felt of meeting dragons in person.

“At least most of the dragons are tame?” Patton offered.

“Ah, most of the dragons. That helps a lot.” Janus said.

“Less talking. More dragons.” Roman said, snapping his fingers excitedly so more.

“Wow, you really are twins!” Patton smiled. 

Roman felt that pang in his chest again. “Uhh duh,” Remus cackled. “Was our identical appearance not enough for you?”

Roman shoved the feelings down and scoffed. “I look way better than you do. And cleaner.” he retorted.

“That’s what happens when you have to travel from place to place. Dirt! Oooh scary. Gonna fuck up your purely white suit with my hands dirty from work.” Remus reached out his hands towards Roman who backed away, swatting Remus’s hands away with a look of disgust on his face.

“Okay, let’s not fight again. We���re almost there. Almost to the dragons! Come on!” Patton said to them quickly. He was not prepared emotionally for another big fight.

A man walked over to the group. He was tall, very skinny, and had black locs pulled back. He was wearing a very unfashionable gray jumpsuit complete with gloves and boots, and rectangular glasses. He was holding a giant bag of something. Roman didn’t know what it was exactly, but it looked heavy and he looked like he was buckling from the weight. He was about to offer to carry it for him, but the man spoke first. 

“Patton, I do not believe these refugees are children. You can speak to them like adults.”

Patton squealed and ran to his best friend and engulfed him in a hug. “This is my best friend, Logan! Logan, this is Roman, Virgil, Janus and Remus. They aren’t refugees. Roman is the one who got your ‘utmost important’ letter. He was traveling with Virgil, and then he met Remus and Janus later. We all traveled together most of the way back. I wasn’t able to find any refugees this time.” Patton adjusted Logan’s glasses as he noticed they were slipping off of his nose. “Oh sorry.” He let go of Logan and took the bag from him with ease. “Dragon feed, huh? They are very excited to see dragons.”

Logan took all this information in and slowly nodded.

“Roman didn’t trust Patton or his friend, but he decided to keep them both close for now. It’ll pay off later.” Roman’s narrator told him. His narrator used to dictate his whole life, but since this journey, he noticed it was becoming more sparse. When Roman first met Patton, the narrator told him to avoid Patton. Now his narrator had changed his mind, which seemed really worrisome. Roman decided to push these thoughts away. He had some questions for his narrator, but those would wait until he got some time alone with him.

“Oh, please. I’m not the suspicious one here. If I didn’t know any better I’d say that you’ve already reached the title of script-breaker.”

Roman went still for just a moment before Logan’s voice brought him out of his stupor.

“I’m fortunate that someone got that letter. I didn’t think the narrators would allow it. It begs the question of why the narrators allowed it. You might have noticed by now that this town is all script-breakers, including myself. The king and queen of Thera are also script-breakers, so they made this kingdom a sort of safe-haven if you will. It’s not very full of people yet, but Patton has been bringing more and more here frequently.”

“I know that script-breakers are like a smaller group compared to the script-followers, but why is it still so empty?” Janus asked. 

“Good question. Through my own research, I’ve noticed that most script-followers only follow their script in fear. While people are around script-followers they feel social pressure to follow their script. This causes some problems trying to bring people here. They might not trust Patton, or don’t want to ruin someone’s ‘destiny’ by leaving or they might be around script-followers at the time of the offer extended to bring them to Thera. You look confused, Roman. Do you have any questions?”

“I stopped listening after the first few words.” Roman admitted. “You talk, just so much.”

Logan let out an irritated sigh. “The kingdom is full of script-breakers and therefore they feel safer. Narrators don’t like script-breakers, so it’s astounding that they forced you to be here.” he summed up. “Did you listen this time?” Logan asked, irritation cut through his usual calming voice.

“Yeah. Got it.” Roman nodded quickly. He was a little afraid of making Logan more annoyed with him.

“So… if you didn’t think that someone would come, why did you ask him for help? The place seems fine-” Virgil started.

“Yes! It seems fine. That’s the problem. I think the narrators are planning something. They have left this kingdom alone for too long. I didn’t want to waste any time, so I called for an outside force as soon as possible. I explained all this in the letter. Didn’t you read it?” Logan asked.

“There was a “plot mandatory” ink blot on the letter.” Janus explained. “These two are script-followers. Roman is a prince. The dragon slaying kind.”

Roman gasped in offense. “I’ll have you know, Dee,” he pointed at him. Janus gave him a blank stare. “I have never slayed a dragon before. I never even met one.” 

Logan frowned, looking between the two of them. “In any case, you two will have to stay in my library while I discuss the plan with Janus and Remus. Patton will even be with you. I won’t be taking any chances.”

“Why would you send a letter to someone who follows their script if you didn’t want me to know what’s going on!?” Roman demanded, stomping his foot like a child.

“It’s more complicated than that. You’ll know what is safe for the narrators to know. It was all explained in the letter, honestly.”

“I didn’t see most of the letter.” Roman whined.

“I won’t tolerate this whining childlike behavior. The narrators cannot know what’s going on. You will know what I want them to know. You have the privilege that most script-followers need to live to fulfill their destiny. Most princes need to survive a threat, save a princess, and get married. You need to be alive to fulfill that destiny. I don’t believe the narrator would do anything to kill you. I plan on using that as an advantage.”

“Wait a damn minute. You are going to put Roman through a life threatening situation because you “hypothesize” that his narrator will want him alive!?” Virgil yelled.

“Yeah Logan. That seems a bit… harsh.” Patton looked to the side.

“We should get going. I want to get this plan in action as soon as possible.” Logan told the group. He started walking away.

“Logan! We are not done discussing this.” Patton yelled after him while he ran to catch up.

“I don’t know what the fuck he thinks he’s doing, but I’m not letting him do this. Let’s go back.”

“Prince Roman could not back out now. He still had to fight the threat looming over Thera.” his narrator told him. 

Roman took a deep breath. “Let’s hear Logan out, Virgil. From what we know about Patton, he wouldn’t let Logan get me killed. What’s the worst- 

“Don’t say it!” Virgil cut him off.

“Do it, dearest brother of mine.” Remus taunted. “Test your fate!” 

“Come on, you stinky rat bastard. I walk slowly enough as it is with my cane, and I don’t want to fall too far behind.” Janus took his hand and followed after Patton and Logan.

“Logan looks smart. He has glasses. I think he knows what he’s doing. It’s going to be okay, scare-amore.” Roman reached for Virgil’s hand, but stuffed it into his pocket at the last second. He hoped Virgil didn’t notice what he was about to do. Roman knew it would never work out.

“I… I trust you, Roman. Not for the reason that Logan has glasses and therefore must be smart, but I do trust you.” Virgil wrapped his arms around himself for comfort. “I just really hope you’re right to trust Logan.” Virgil looked at him, and Roman smiled at him. Virgil looked away quickly. “Let’s catch up to the others.” he muttered, walking towards the rest of the party.

Roman walked beside Virgil. For a moment, it felt like it was just the two of them traveling on this journey again. 

The group eventually caught up with each other. Logan was arguing with Patton. Janus and Remus were a couple feet away from them, giving the arguing couple some space. Virgil and Roman caught the last few bits of Logan and Patton’s disagreement as they walked up to the two thieves.

“I assure you I would never do an experiment that puts someone in danger.” Logan told Patton calmly.

“Roman is a person! He’s not an experiment, Logan.”

“You can collect more data if you need that to feel more confident about Roman’s well being. I’ve already read a few stories about script-followers being resuscitated, sometimes by strangers, because they need to be alive for their stories to continue.” Logan adjusted his glasses. “You can find more data like that in the library with Roman and Virgil.”

Patton frowned. He knew he wasn’t going to win or convince Logan otherwise. “Roman, are you feeling okay about this?” he asked, noticing the group was together again. He felt a bit self-conscious knowing that his new friends saw him fight with his best friend. 

“Yes.” Roman nodded. He pushed his emotions and doubts aside and put on a brave face for his audience of friends… and Janus, Remus, and Logan.

Virgil and Patton both frowned at this. Neither of them were okay with someone braving into battle with that, especially since Virgil and Roman had gotten really close to each other. With Patton, it was just in his nature to care.

“Roman…” Janus started. Roman braced himself for a string of insults or a ‘you’ll get what’s coming to you’. They had not been getting along since that argument. Janus was really smart though and he had given Roman a lot to think about, mostly about his own beliefs like script-breaking and the news about Remus being his brother. Roman would really like to be closer to him. He just needed to learn first. Maybe Thera would be perfect for that. Afterall, most people here were script-breakers.

“You really are an idiot.” Janus finished and walked off hand-in-hand with Remus. Roman blinked a few times as he watched them leave, following Logan. That was not the response he was expecting from Janus. Did Janus also not want him to go through with this plan and risk his life? Didn’t Janus hate him?

“Okay, let’s go. I guess. I trust Logan, I really do, but you know you don’t have to do this right? The narrators probably won’t get to this town for years. It’s relatively small with very little reach.” Patton fiddled with his glasses, as he spoke.

“I want to help.” Roman said.. His voice was clear and strong. He was determined to do one good thing in his life towards script-breakers. He hadn’t exactly been kind to them in the past after all. 

“If that’s what you want…” Virgil trailed off. 

Roman put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s gonna be alright, Virgil. I’ll be careful in any way I can.”

“You’ve never been careful before, and you know it. You’re always reckless…”

“I’m sure Logan will prepare for every possible solution.” Patton smiled at them.

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