#i wont say that i saw this twist coming. but i will say that it restored so much of my trust in brennan lmao

[audliminal]

Anyways I'm so fucking relieved that Porter was evil actually. Bc I was actually so damn mad that he got to be right about Gorgug. Like there's just something insidious about the idea of a teacher who comes in and says they know more about what your path should be. And they push and push and keep telling you that they're only hurting you bc they know you can do more. And it doesn't matter if you feel that way or even if you want to do more, bc they've decided they know the right path for you. And it's only ever your life and your sanity on the line; they're risking nothing. So I was so fucking mad when Gorgug succeeded at the barbificer thing and Porter got to be all 'see? I was only pushing you bc I believed in you' bc you better believe if Gorgug hadn't managed it, the blame would've been on him not Porter....

Anyways with the hindsight that Porter is basically the big bad, it suddenly becomes a question of if Porter even wanted Gorgug to succeed. Like they had to know the Bad Kids were the biggest threat to their plan, so like. Undermining them in whatever way was possible would be smart. And so instead of Porter getting to be Right about how to treat Gorgug, it's like. Was he sabotaging him? Was he trying to make Gorgug fail? And it becomes more that Gorgug succeeded in spite of Porter's bullshit.

[tomboyyyaoi]

o i wanted to make a post that im honestly not smart enough to actually sit down and think out but i like the way meryls trauma doesnt completely woobify her character but does still affect her, it just feels nice to see a female charcater not be completely reduced to a wet soggy mess bc of trauma but also not to (very unrealistically) just Get Over It i think trigun has a nice balance and its refreshing

[williamsracinggf]

✧.* just like dad / ls2 *.✧

little luna sargeant's got her mind set on one thing: she wants to be just like dad when she grows up.

notes: HURRRR THEY WONT TAKE ME OFF SHADOWBAN SO I'M POSTING HERE UNTIL THEY TAKE ME OFF and yes i'm still tagging it under dpm LMFAOOO

“i’m nervous.” logan glances at the sleeping 5-year-old sprawled across the backseat with her koala stuffie covering her face. he sits back again and glances at you, eyes stuck on the road ahead.

you hum and glance over at him, shaking his leg as he twists his body and takes another look at your daughter. “it’s not even your race, babe.”

you hear logan sigh exasperatedly, staring longingly at the snoring kid. “i know it’s her race. but you know,” he trails off, tilting his head slightly.

he doesn’t get nervous about his races anymore. so when the then 4-year-old daughter came up to him after his race in miami talking about how she wanted to register for a karting race this year, he was more than flabbergasted. he remembers looking over at you in shock while you just shrugged and told him, “you heard the lady.”

while you’re not entirely pleased by your daughter’s decision to start karting, you wouldn’t ever dare to be the parent who told her what she can and cannot do. it’s a value that you and logan had discussed earlier in your relationship and something you’ve tried to stick to heavily.

if you have the means to ensure that your daughter can do what her heart desires, then why would you ever deny her?

logan would have preferred for his carbon copy to not subject herself to the brutality of the sport he’s gotten himself into, but he also cannot help the feeling of pride growing in his chest at the thought of his daughter taking after him. there is something so endearing about the way she wants to be just like him — in her words, not his.

“you can always tell her not to race,” you shrug. “no harm in saying no.”

he throws his head back as he gets comfortable in his seat again. “i can’t do that,” he shakes his head, “you saw how excited she was when we signed her up for her classes.”

you laugh. “besides, you’ve got the perfect gift for luna.” you reach over for his leg in the passenger seat, squeezing him as you smile at him. “she’ll love it.”

that’s another thing: the custom helmet that logan had gotten made for luna’s first race ever. your daughter initially only insisted on her own race suit, which you went and got customised together without logan on a weekend he was away for a race.

it wasn’t until little luna had seen one of logan’s helmets on one of your bedroom shelves that she decided she wanted one for herself. but by that point, it never would have made it in time for her first race.

though, logan being the proud dad that he is (and luna being daddy’s little girl), he already had a custom helmet in the works with a much cuter motif. it’s pink and grey with koalas plastered all over it, thanks to oscar’s influence on the little girl during their trip to australia early last year.

“that design was sent in months ago. what if she doesn’t even like pink anymore?”

logan’s concern is valid. the little girl had taken after your indecisiveness, often changing her claims for things that are her favourite every other day. one time she had sobbed for a solid half hour after logan came home with blue raspberry flavoured candy, suddenly claiming that strawberries are actually her favourite flavour of candy.

logan looked at you hopelessly for help, but neither of you had gotten the memo that her blue raspberry obsession was short-lived. he wound up walking out the front door and coming back with a bag full of strawberry-flavoured candies, feeling like the worst dad that he had somehow let it slip his mind what her favourite candy was.

both of you struggled to finish the blue raspberry candy for weeks, having to start giving it away in the paddocks during his next race.

“i’m sure she still likes pink as much as she did yesterday,” you explain, glancing at your daughter through your rearview mirror. “look at her — it looks like the pink panther threw up all over her.”

he looks back at her, almost bursting out in laughter at how right you are. she’s taken the liberty to dress herself in a pink tutu with a random grey shirt, topped off with a bow that held her hair in a ponytail. “are you sure? what if she wakes up and changes her mind?”

your car comes to a slow stop, surrounded by several other cars in the parking lot of the karting track. you turn to logan and sigh as you shake your head. “you’re overthinking this, babe. she’ll love it,” you reach over for his hand, “because it’s from you.”

he raises an eyebrow, staring at you with clear scepticism. being away for weeks at a time didn’t make him feel like a great dad, despite the young girl always clinging to him whenever he was back in town for breaks, always rambling on about how much she missed her dad while he was gone and that she watched his race.

it’s managed to make him feel so disconnected in her life, sometimes even jealous of how much time you’ve gotten to spend with luna as she grew up. he just doesn’t feel like he knows a lot about her, despite him passing the random quizzes from his giggly daughter right before bed.

“are we here?”

logan flinches at the tiny face that’s slotted herself between their seats, clutching his chest while the 2 girls burst into laughter. “you’re sneaky! i didn’t even notice you were awake!”

“the car stopped moving!” luna shrieks, climbing between the two seats to throw herself onto logan. “and i’m excited!”

“of course, you are!” you cheer, reaching over to pat her head. “it’s your first race, isn’t it?”

she turns her head to look at you with a wide smile, her familiar green eyes shining in the sun that hits your car. your genetics hadn’t had a chance against logan’s — the small girl sported identical green eyes and dirty blonde hair, with dimples to complete the mission of being his clone.

“uncle ozzy will be here too, right? with aunty lily?” she scrambles to press her face against the window, hands cupped over her eyes as she scopes out for her parents’ best friends in the crowd outside the car. “what about uncle alex?”

“they promised to be here to watch your race, lu,” logan laughs, peeling her away from the window. he sits his daughter on his lap, leaning back as he enjoys their time in the cold of the car. “i actually got you a present for the race today.”

“a present! where?”

“it’s in the back, but-”

“then let’s go!” luna squirms in her father’s grip, reaching forward to unlock his door. she almost falls out when she opens it, giggling when logan’s grip on her arm refrains her from hitting the ground face first.

she wiggles out of his grasp, logan tiredly looking over his shoulder at you, still sitting peacefully in the driver’s seat. you shrug as you pull down the visor and grab your makeup bag. “you told her about your present. you know how she feels about presents.”

he opens his mouth to shoot back an explanation, but is cut short by his daughter screeching and running back up to his side of the car. “daddy, my present!”

she reaches up for logan’s hand, forcefully pulling him out of the car. he nods, stumbling over himself as he hurriedly reaches back to release his seatbelt and lets her drag him to the trunk of your family car.

“what is it? is it a toy?” she beams, hopping next to logan as he scavages the several bags in the back for the black dustbag that contains her new helmet. “did you get it while you were away?”

“it’s no longer a surprise if i tell you,” logan laughs.

“is it a toy?”

logan shrugs, reappearing with a bag in his hand. luna’s eyes widened at the far larger gift than she had expected. she reaches up for the bag, whining when logan doesn’t immediately give it to her.

“do you want to guess what it is?” he teases, lifting it further out of her grasp.

“no!” she shrieks, now wrapping her arms and legs around her father’s body at an attempt to climb him to get to her promised present. “please, daddy! my present! i wanna see it!”

“how can daddy give you the present when you’re climbing him like a little monkey, my love?” you laugh, coming around the corner to tear her off logan’s body. “are you our little monkey baby?”

you burst into laughter watching the tiny girl screech in response, shaking her head aggressively as she tries to rebuke your accusations.

alas, logan finally gets on his knees to match her height. he holds out the bag to her, grinning when her green eyes stare into his, her body shaking in excitement. “present time?”

she nods, biting down on her lip. “present time.”

she drops to the ground when logan hands it over. she immediately grabs at the bag, tugging it off the helmet and grunts when there’s another layer of paper packaging that shies it away from her prying hands and curious eyes.

when she does get around to it, though, it’s like time stops when she lays eyes on the large drawing of the koala on the top of the helmet. just 3 weeks ago, she had finally come to terms that she wouldn’t have her own custom helmet for her first ever race ( against her best wishes). now here’s a helmet with her name in black at the corner.

she breaks into a mind-curling scream as she jumps to her feet excitedly. she certainly doesn’t notice the eyes heavily staring at your family, but you do, simply shrugging before returning your attention to luna.

“daddy!” she screams, throwing her arms around logan’s neck, knocking him back into the ground. she doesn’t even notice the soft thud when the back of his head hits the car. “it’s pink and there’s a koala! oh, my days!”

you snort at her vocabulary, suddenly wishing that you hadn’t taken george up on the free babysitting in the paddocks whenever you’re there. her vocabulary never fails to shock you, seemingly being the perfect mix of a kid growing up in the uk with a dash of american from her dad’s side of the family.

she pulls away from him, picking the helmet up from the ground and hops on over to you. “look at it, mummy! it’s got a koala on it!”

you feign excitement and shock. logan had consulted you with the design about a month or two ago, asking you for opinions and any additional designs to satisfy his little girl. you’d even seen the helmet just this morning before getting out of bed to make breakfast for the family.

she turns back to logan, who simply grins. “you like it?”

“i love it!” she screeches. she places the helmet over the dustbag on the ground, whirling around to throw her arms over logan again. “it’s the best present ever! i really really love it!” she throws her head back. “you’re the best dad in the world! i love you!”

she grabs logan’s face, mushing his cheeks as she presses a sloppy kiss on his cheeks. “thank you, thank you!”

“little luna!” oscar’s voice makes the young girl perk up, turning around at the call of her favourite uncle.

she picks up the helmet and sprints over to the couple not too far away, stopping in their tracks when she practically throws herself into oscar’s arms with the helmet in her hands. “look what daddy got me!”

oscar and lily immediately gawk at the girl’s amazement of her dad’s present, showing them all of the things she’s noticed since she laid eyes on it about 5 minutes ago.

logan finally turns to you, sighing in relief. he rests his head on your shoulder and you chuckle as you wrap your arms around him and pat his back. “you’re too hard on yourself, love,” you hum, swaying slightly as you take a quick glance at luna, now surrounded by alex and george who are also congratulating her on her first helmet. “she sees you, you know.”

he pulls away and leans into your touch when you cup his cheek. perhaps he’s too hard on himself. but when you’re away from your daughter most of the year, you’re bound to start thinking that you’re no better than an absent parent.

“i just always feel so disconnected from you guys.” he clenches his jaw, throwing himself over your smaller frame again to hide his face in your hair. “i wish i was around more. it feels like i’m losing her with each day i’m not around.”

“she talks about you all the time and how cool you are.” you pull away and grin slightly, caressing his cheek with your thumbs. “look at her — entering her first karting race. she goes on and on about being just like daddy. you’re her hero.”

logan raises his eyebrow and clenches his jaw. “again — i wouldn’t say i should be her role model when it comes to racing.”

“you can’t change her mind,” you shrug, forcefully turning logan around to look at luna, now in fits of giggles as oscar helps her to try on the helmet. “you’re always with her even when you’re not.” you rest your cheek on his arm, wrapping an arm around his and intertwining your fingers together.

“i just miss you guys so much all the time.” he throws his head back with a groan, turning back to you. “i miss you all the fucking time.”

“don’t be like that.” you tiptoe and pucker your lips, giggling sheepishly when he bends down to press his lips on yours. “luna loves watching the races and she looks forward to you coming home with trinkets and candy. she never forgets you.”

before he can answer, a hand is hitting his thigh, forcing him to pull away to look down at what’s cut your intimate time short.

the girl looks up with her helmet on, her small hands struggling to pull up the visor. “daddy, mummy, look.”

“oh, luna, you look so cool!” logan gushes, helping the girl lift the visor.

her cheeks are mushed in the helmet, green eyes shining through as she throws her head back with a loud giggle. “as cool as you, daddy?”

“even cooler!” logan bends down, taking the young girl into his arms. he hoists her into the air, and then sits her on his hip before reaching for your hand. “come on, let’s get ready for your first race, lulu.”

@cashtons-wife @nikfigueiredo @darleneslane @happy-nico @namgification

[mikalame]

Fixing up

little tom, young love, reader being a lil sweety ,tom blushing, all that ushy gushy stuff

taglist: @oppopotamus @violentnewmarley @saumspam

Tom and ___ just got done finishing a movie and were now cuddling and enjoying each others company talking about stuff that's happening in their classes/ in their life.

Tom decides to wrap him arm around her back leaning in a tad bit but still leaving quite a gap, but not enough of a gap because ___ could see how bad his hair was getting and how badly it needed a re-twist.

"Tommie your hair is so outgrown you need to re-twist it" she whines tugging at one of the dreads closest to her. "I know, mum keeps on telling me too but i cant be assed" he groans taking the dread back from the girl.

"Ooo Tommie i could do it for you, pretty pleaseee" she beggs with puppy dog eyes "i promise it wont hurt cherries on top". After a few seconds he gives it to her begging and before he realises shes gone and down the hall starting the bath for him hair.

He gets up and cracks his back "my back is gonna kill me after this" thinking back to the time where him mum had his head over the sink to get his hair re-twisted when it was wet.

As he waddled to the bath room he sees a comfy chair with pillows and blankets all huddled around with bill dvd player with some movies stacked next to it.

"Ta da, do you like, i remember you telling me how it hurt when your mum did it cause of the tub so i thought this would be better, don't tell bill i have this tho he'll kill me" she giggles patting the chair in front of her.

"I could get used to this" he says a smirk on him face as he plops down on the chair taking his hair tie out of his hair, he feels soft hands rake through the dreads and he sinks into her touch, slowly drifting off.

He groggily opened his yes when he heard giggling, he looked his shoulder and saw the girl had packed all the things away and was leaning against the bench.

He still heard giggling even tho it was not coming from the girl, confused he looked towards the door and saw Bill, his mother and his step father all crowed by the door giggling.

He looked down and saw that bill had a camera in his hand he put two and two together that he had fallen asleep and bill had taken photos of him,

Him face when bright red in embarrassment and lunged forward to bill to grab the camera off of him but bill slipped away, Tom got tugged back by a soft hand on his own, he instantly knew it was the girl and didn't try to hard to pull back as he hung his face.

As the 2 adults walked away she closed the door, spewing complements that made his face even redder "stopp" he would whine but she just kept on going.

After a few minutes of this they hear a car pull up and Toms mother yells "___, your parents are here to pick you up" as she grabs the last of her things from the bath room she hugs tom goodbye whispering in his ear.

"You are such a cutie sleeper Tommie, i love you, see you at school" kissing his cheek goodbye. As he stands there shocked at what just happened he blushed again.

'Click' he hears and sees bill with his camera taking more pictures of him "Get back here BIll. UGH im gonna kill you!!" Tom yells at his Brother as he runs down the hall squealing.

Hope you enjoyed, dorry this is short im doing this before bed lol,

SEND REQUESTS PLEASE this fandom is lowkey dieing i hate it😭

[radiant-reid]

idk if the first one got sent-

(ok this is one of the worst things to talk ab on international womens day of all days bUT-)

i know that i, a modern day feminist, wants ANY man to know that i can handle myself in any situation like that anon ask but now bc of said ask i need blurbs of husband(or boyfriend or pining, idc)!spencer standing up for or defending reader or else. i wont take no for an answer girlies, so ima need you to drop recs in the comments

-🐝

of course. i'm sorry it's so late <3

Spencer is used to being the odd one out. He's the youngest member of the BAU, and his intellect often sets him apart from his colleagues.

But he has never felt as uncomfortable as he does now, standing in the crowded police precinct, surrounded by men who were openly leering at you.

It had started with a few offhand comments, the kind that was meant to be funny but left a sour taste in Spencer's mouth. Then it had escalated to outright harassment, with some of the officers making suggestive gestures as you walked by.

Spencer had tried to ignore it at first, let you deal with it as you saw most appropriate and focus on the task at hand, but as the comments became more aggressive and personal, he knew he couldn't stay silent any longer.

"Excuse me." He says, stepping in front of you and facing the group of officers. "Can we please focus on the case at hand? We're all here to solve a crime, not to make inappropriate comments about our colleagues." The officers laugh, but Spencer stands his ground. "I'm serious." He says, his voice rising with anger. "This behavior is unacceptable, and it needs to stop."

One of the officers, a burly man with a thick mustache and bad body odor, steps forward. "What's the matter, pretty boy?" He sneers. "Can't handle a little locker room talk?"

Spencer feels a surge of rage. How could these men be so callous, so disrespectful? No matter what room it happens in, it's wrong. He takes a step forward, ready to confront the officer, but before he can say anything, you speak up.

"Excuse me." You say, keeping a calm but firm voice. You've kept quiet out of ease, blowing up at them would only make the whole working relationship tense, and to save people, everyone needs to be working together. "I don't appreciate being talked about like I'm a piece of meat. And I'm sure the families of the victims we're here to help wouldn't appreciate it either."

The room falls silent, and for a moment, Spencer thinks the officers might apologize and back off. But then the mustache man steps forward again, his face twisted in anger.

"Who do you think you are?" He growls. "Coming in here, telling us how to do our jobs?"

"I'm not telling you how to do your job." You say. "I'm asking you to show me respect."

The officer scoffs. "Respect? You want respect? How about you show us a little respect and stop acting like you're better than us?"

Spencer can feel his blood boiling. This man is completely out of line, and he knows he had to do something before the situation gets out of hand.

"Excuse me." He says, his voice steady but forceful. "Y/n is not acting like she's better than anyone. She's simply asking to be treated with basic human decency. That isn't too much to ask."

The officer glares at Spencer, but before he can say anything, the door to the precinct opens, and a man in a suit walks in.

"What's going on here?" He asks, looking around the room.

Spencer recognizes him as the captain of the precinct, and he breathes a sigh of relief. Maybe with a higher-up present, the officers will back off.

But the mustache man isn't done yet. "These feds are coming in here, telling us how to do our jobs, and then they're crying about being disrespected? Give me a break."

The captain raises an eyebrow. "Is that true?" He asked, looking at you. It seems impossible he's even questioning your truthfulness.

Spencer takes a deep breath, ready to defend you until the end. "No, sir." He says. "We're here to work with you, not against you. But we won't tolerate being harassed. Agent L/n hasn't reacted to any of the disgusting comments coming from your officers, but one more and all the sanctions you can imagine will be filed against your officers and you as their supervisor." He's always been respectful of authority, drawn inside the line, but this is an argument he's not going to back down from.

Thankfully, the captain understands the seriousness of what's gone on. You're willing to give him the benefit of the doubt that he has just had his head in the sand for the last few days. It's not surprising when he's spent most of the time in his office with the blinds drawn. "Outside, all of you. Now." He sounds furious, scowling at them.

You turn to him, nudging his shoulder. "Thanks."

He shakes his head. "I'm sorry you had to listen to that crap, and I hope I didn't overstep by stepping in."

"Not at all." You assure him. "Thank you for it, truly."

[aliorsboxostuff]

Hi! If your requests are open I have one! Just saw ATSV yesterday and its rotting my brain agsisghagdh anyways-

An M!Spider!Reader who is one of Miguel's trusted agents with a tendency to overwork himself to make sure that his teammates are kept safe and ignoring his own health in the process. This understandably makes Miguel very concerned but this man cannot healthily express this are you kidding? What I'm saying is classic troupe of patching you up while scolding you in Spanish and then maybe they kiss a little bit and well if you want to make it a little spicy I wont stop you >:]

Thank you very much! Genuinely makes my gay little heart happy when I see writers like you who exclusively write for gn/male readers, y'all are the backbone of the x reader community fr 💜

A/N: im so sorry this took so long this was months ago but a mf forgot and wow here i am yippee!!!! As usual, if yall find any spelling mistakes pls inform me as i’m always praciticing this damn 2nd language lmao. Lets see if my writing skills is still any good LOL enjoy!! <333

Careless 

Tags: Miguel O’hara xM!Reader, Spidey!Reader, Lyla, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Spider Society, No Smut, Kissing , Fluff, Reader is another spiderman, Soft!Miguel, slight OOC, patching up, healing fic, non-graphic description of wounds, mentions of blood and cuts 

Yet, with all that said, Miguel likes to remind himself that no spidey truly comes home unscathed.

Ever since the new guy joined the team, he quickly rose in the ranks and became Miguel’s right-hand man. He’d usually go on patrol, jumping from one universe to another with the man as they capture and contain anomalies like the bugs they are. Miguel puts his trust in him, well, as much trust as a man like Miguel can put in someone. But despite the short time the newbie has been in the Spider society, he has managed to capture Miguel and most of the Spider people's hearts so easily. 

He’s a comet that passes by the compound. Each time he returned from a mission, the spiders would gather around him, congratulating him on another successful mission and inviting him to drink or eat together.  A aswarm would always gather around the portal they knew he would come out from and each time, without fail, he would emerge to cheers and smiles. It wasn't like everyone else wasn't doing a good job, they were all doing what they were supposed to, but somehow the newbie was liked all around, solidifying Miguel’s slowly growing infatuation with him. 

But despite the trust and praises he gets, a spidey doesn't come home unscathed, not every time. Sometimes he’d come back from one of his solo missions with a broken rib or two, bruises in more places than necessary, a torn muscle here a twisted ankle there. He’d limp his way into the infirmary, an army of other spideys following him in worry yet he’d dismiss them easily with a simple wave and a; “It’s nothing guys, I’ll be fine,”

Miguel hates it.

Whenever the man goes on missions with the leader of the society, without fail, he will come home with nothing more than one or two bruises that would heal in a couple of hours if not minutes. Miguel would roll his shoulders back and the man would simply shake his head furiously like a dog before prancing to greet his waves of fans. Miguel didn't need to pay attention to him unless they were doing teamwork. He would run around by himself, track down the anomaly with him, and they would contain it easily and transfer it back just as easily. 

He might not look like it, but when Miguel brings a teammate with him on duo missions, he’s expected to cover their back and vice versa. Miguel will break any skull that dares to hurt his team and he hopes for the same response from his teammate. The newbie never disappoints. 

Miguel would find himself enraged, almost cornered by an anomaly, and there come’s Prince Charming with a devastating kick towards the anomaly’s side which sends it hurling into another building. Miguel appreciates their duo missions, the main reason he puts himself with the newbie. 

Not to mention, he makes a great team leader too. He’s carried out several missions with the younger ones, mainly Miles and Gwen, and despite it all, they always return successfully and with a snack in hand. When he goes on missions with Hobie, they’d somehow come back with a new intricate playlist created and when he goes on missions with Pavitr, they’d come back with pockets full of trinkets ready to give them to the other youngins. All in all, a solid team leader.

Yet, with all that said, Miguel likes to remind himself that no spidey truly comes home unscathed.

—

You were on a mission with Miles. One of your duo missions with the boy, rare considering Gwen usually tags along. But today she’s got a mission with Pavitr and Peni, which leaves you and Miles for some quality Dude Time. 

It was a sunny day in the universe Miles and you dropped in. As the two of you swing from building to building, talking about Miles’ thing with Gwen and laughing at how embarrassed he gets, continuing the topic to buying a new Lego set for Pavitr and Hobie as the two of you swung past a Lego shop, when suddenly the anomaly reveals itself.

Another variant of Doc Oct holding themselves up with their extended metal arms. You can handle a Doc Oct alone, and with Miles helping you, the mission was expected to be so easy you were already thinking about what to have for dinner. 

But things don't always go according to plan, does it?

It strikes 8 pm when Miguel gets a notif from Lyla that an arriving portal was opened into the containment site of the compound. The man clicks his tongue, dropping from his platform before making his way to the site. Every step he takes he leaves his foul mood like a repellent, making the other spidey avoid him, cutting the middle path of the other spideys like a blade. His scowl is not helping his case either way.

The last portal should've been at 6 pm.

The door slides open, and a slight hiss rings out into the room. Inside the evenly lit expanse of the room, he easily spots yours and Mile’s spider suits in between all the other anomaly's dingy outfits. Miguel takes a breath before he stalks towards the two men, their backs to him.

“Ugh, my rib is killing me,” You groan, pressing in the code to store the anomaly in its cell.

“You're telling me, this bruise is going to be a pain in the butt to heal,” Miles sighed, holding his left arm. “But if it weren't for you, man, I’d be dead meat,” 

“Oh come on Miles, none of us knew the guy would send a gas truck our way,” You scoff. The terminal beeps and the thrashing anomaly is contained. 

“The fact that it burned on its way towards us was also something we didn't expect.” Miles laughs at what you said as you find yourself cringing. You knew there were going to be burn marks on your leg.

“No, but seriously, thanks for covering me back there, I thought we’d-”

“You thought you’d what?” 

Miles practically jumps into your arms as the both of you screams. You shut your eyes and it seems like Mile’s did the same before a stern cough makes you peek through your eyelids. There, in front of you, stands a solid wall of muscle and anger. Miguel has his arms crossed, eyes so sharp it could cut a mountain in half. The slight scowl on his lips would be cute if it weren't for the pure bloodlust as he gazes down into you, making you gulp.

“Heeeeeey Miguel,” Your pathetic excuse of a smile was met with nothing but him deepening his frown. Okay alright yup.

Miles awkwardly scuffles down your arms. He coughs into his fist, pulling at the edge of his suit. “Hi there haha…”

Miguel stares. “The last arrival portal should've been at six.”

Not a sound from you or Miles. Miguel holds back a growl. 

“You two are late.”

“Right, ‘m sorry Miguel, I promise this would be the last time, it was just that- See me and Miles here; we didn't realize that this Doc Oct was gonna be slightly more insane than the others-” You ramble, Miles quickly nodding along. 

“And haha, well, one truck lead to another and next thing ya’ now, bam! We got uh… hurt,” A nervous chuckle left your lips. Miguel replies nothing.

“B-but! I covered Miles from the fire! So he only got a couple of bruises, I promise the kid is fine and it wasn't his fault either so let’s just-”

“Enough.” He barks. You practically clamped your mouth shut. 

The doors hisses open again and Gwen comes running in, worry on her face. She sighs in relief as he spots Miles hiding beside you. “Miles! Thank goodness you’re okay!” 

Miguel turns as she runs and wraps her arms around the boy. “You came back so late!”

“I’m sorry Gwen, things got a bit out of control,” Miles pats the girl back reassuringly. “I just got a bit beaten up, nothing I can't handle,” 

Gwen pulls back and grabs the boy's face before turning it left and right and up and down, her eyes scanning like a hawk. She deems it enough as she stops, hands firmly holding Miles’ arms. “You always say that,” She sighs. 

You can't help the small relieved smile on your lips as you watch the two teens catch up with each other before Miguel makes a gesture with his hand.

“Gwen, go take Morales into the infirmary.” He says as he nods to Lyla that popped up on his brace. “And make sure he doesn't get out of bed for the next two days.”

“What?! But it’s barely a scratch-” 

“Now, Morales.” The man stares them down until eventually, Miles relents with a sigh and lets the girl usher him into the Infirmary's direction, the two of them shuffling next to each other, Gwen's arm around Miles. 

You hear something along the lines of ‘detention’ from Gwen as she laughs before the door slides close, leaving you with an enraged lion in its territory. You gulp as Miguel fixes his red eyes on you.

“You. Come with me.” 

And that's how you find yourself walking down the halls of the many living quarters of the compound. You followed silently behind Miguel’s broad shoulders, in any other day you would find it hard to resist not ogling those massive arms, but tonight Miguel was practically a walking beacon of rage. The smallest misstep would make him burst and thats the last thing you want to happen. 

“Miguel, I'm sorry, okay?” You try, catching up to walk beside him. “I promise this will be the last time I’ll come back from a mission late, plus, I won't bring anyone else with me too if I ever do it again. I swear this won't hap-”

His sudden halt catches you off guard and you bump against him. You scratch the bridge of your nose with a slight frown from the impact. The dimly lit hallway made it a slight challenge to read the nameplate but you managed to make out ‘O’Hara’ and with that, your stomach drops.

“Um… Miguel, this isn't my room…” 

The door opens. The room is pitch black. 

Miguel makes his way inside. His red eye glows before he commands; “Sit.” 

Fear brought you to sit on his bed, not a crease in sight which only struck your fear deeper into you. You could hear your heartbeat, terrified for what's to come. The worst thing Miguel could do would probably chew you out in the comfort of his room, away from any possible witnesses, and then maybe take you out of commission for a while as your punishment. 

You gulp as the man sets something beside you. It was a box, hard to make out what it was but it seemed heavy. Miguel clawed and the large hand extends towards you and you screw your eyes shut, hell did you pray to any god that was willing to listen to you so please please please-

“Bring your face closer.” 

Huh?

Cautiously, you open your eyes to Miguel’s face inches away from you, a warm light bathes over his features, making the lines of worry and fear evident. “Let me see your wounds.” 

You blink, once, twice, owlishly, making the man before you sigh and cup your jaw softly. He turns your face to inspect it before he brings his other hand which wipes your fringe away from covering any other possible wounds. 

He hums. “Looks like just scratches.” 

The mystery box turns out to be a first aid kit. Miguel flicks it open and rummages around in it before he pulls a couple of bottles and bandages out. 

“Take off your suit top, we need to treat that burn before it gets worse.” He demands. You cough before awkwardly peeling off what's left of your suit before dropping it on the carpeted floor. You need to get that repaired.

You couldn't bear to meet Miguel's eyes. Not when he’s kneeled in front of you, his usually intimidating body looking small as he’s hunched over. He looks tired, his frown is a mixture of worry and annoyance, but there is something beneath it. Something you don't dare to think about but you know. You always knew. From the first day, you finally managed to see that crack in Miguel’s hardened exterior, you’ve been scared to make another move toward him. Behind this wall of a man, is a heart guarded with spikes and what he has in his eyes right now as he’s wrapping a cooling pad around your arm is something that petrifies you. 

“Next time you’ll be doing missions with me and me only. I won't be assigning you to any other spiders until you learn to take care of yourself,” He huffs, unveiling another roll of bandages.  He pulls at your shoulder which makes you turn slightly. 

"Fucking hell, ¿cómo puedes ser tan descuidado? You run around saving everyone else but who’s going to save you, huh?" He huffs, wrapping the last of the bandage slightly too tight which makes you wince. He notices but does nothing. 

Once again, he holds your chin between his fingers as your gazes suddenly meet. Miguel growls with how you won't meet his eyes, firmly pointed anywhere but into Miguel’s red eyes. He sighs before letting you go as he takes out some ointments. He puts the substance on your cheek and under your slowly blackening eye, then down your jaw where you know a pretty bad bruise taints your skin. You feel his movement slow before his hand rests on your nape, sending jolts of warmth through your body.

“Cuídate, ¿eh? Cuídate." His voice devastatingly soft. 

Confusion and a steady wave of feelings start at the bottom of your heart, which only worsens as you finally find the courage to look at Miguel. To your surprise, his eyes are wider than usual, pools of crimson oozing with care as he scans your features. His thumb rubs at the base of your skull. “I can't lose my right-hand man.” 

He sighs. “Please, necesito que estés seguro por mí,"

You inhale sharply. Without realizing it, he's practically inches away from you. Your heart races, beats out of your control when Miguel rubs your nape again. 

“Miguel…?” 

A beat passes. Silence. 

Before Miguel growls roughly and promptly stands, taking the med kit with him. He makes his way to what you assume was his wardrobe. Panic rises beside you, making you wave around your hands. “I- Um- Miguel please I didn't mean to- Oof!”

Something was thrown at you. Something soft and large and is this hit shirt and… boxers?! 

“Change your clothes. You can't sleep in those.” Miguel points out, his scowl now a pout on his lips. 

“But-”

“I'm not saying this twice.” He growls before he slides into the bathroom and leaves you in his bedroom along with the pile of his clothes in your arms. 

You slowly look down at what you're holding. Carefully, you slide off what's left of your suit and drop them in a discarded pile before pulling on Miguel's clothes. To no one's surprise, you're practically drowning in the shirt. His boxers barrel fits you and the first goes over your tighs easily. You feel smaller even for your height and stature, but it feels… safe. 

The door of the bathroom slides open to reveal Miguel standing with slightly damp hair as he's drying it off with a towel and in nothing but gray sweats. Something grows within you and it’s definitely something else besides your heart. 

“Ah, you're done,” He glances toward you before setting the towel down neatly. He saunters to the side of his large bed, pulling the covers off before sliding in. An arm keeps the cover slightly open, before he raises an obvious brow.

“Get in here and sleep,” He huffs. 

You jump and quickly slide beside Miguel, careful to keep an inch of a distance. But that was deemed unsuccessful when the man beside you pulled you to his side, and his arm wrapped protectively around your middle which made you drape your hand over his chest. Before you can squirm, he locks his chin over your head with a content sigh. 

Shit, he really is a giant lion. You sigh. 

“Sleep. You need your rest to heal.” Miguel’s voice purrs through you while you're practically glued to his side. You chuckle slightly before pressing a peck just below his jaw.

“You sleep too.” You smile. “Good night Miguel.” 

You hear Miguel hum before he presses his lips to your crown. “Good night.” 

Translations:

how can you be so careless? = cómo puedes ser tan descuidado

Take care, huh? Take care of yourself. = Cuídate, ¿eh? Cuídate.

I need you to be safe for me, = necesito que estés seguro por mí,

Reblogs are appreciated <3

[satoruslovergirl]

“ SO, DO YOU STILL PLAN ON LEAVING ? ”

|| FEATURING : gojo s. afab!reader

|| SYNOPSIS : you thought you could leave gojo after a hook up…you thought wrong.

|| TAGS : Fem bodied reader, implied breakup sex, very light body worship, cunnilingus , vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, creampie,

|| A/N : First post !! Please just kind and give me feedback if you can 💕💕.

“ You don’t know how long i’ve been wanting to do that..” satoru whispered into your ear. the cold air from his mouth made you shiver, causing you to begin to slightly squirm under him. your nude body’s created a certain warmth as they rub against eachother—one you hope to never ever feel again.

You find yourself coming to a realization; it finally clicked in your mind. You had just slept with your best friend..shit..this was bad, really bad. Especially during a breakup—everyone makes bad decisions during breakups…

You attempt to slowly push him off of you and flee for the nearest exit—well door; you are in his apartment after all.

“Y’going somewhere.?” his voice made you freeze. For a few moments, the only thing covering up the awkward silence was the blasting air conditioning.

What to say—What to say.. Does this make him think you didnt like it, because that would be a total lie. How on earth do you find a good excuse to get the hell out of here..?

“ I-um..I really enjoyed this, but I should leave. I have a busy schedule. ” You break the silence; this isn’t too harsh, is it?

“ You try’n to leave me already; forget all of this happened? ” satoru gasps and chuckled deeply. You could tell by the tone of his voice that he had taken some offense to your comment, but he was trying to cover it up.

He isn’t taking this seriously—well of course he wont; the thought of the two words together were idiotic. Satoru. Serious. He’s never serious..

You quickly get fed up with his nonsense. “ Listen, this was a mistake. I was horny and you were the first person i saw— ”

“ Sure didn’t seem like a m’stake when you were cumming all over me; or have you forgotten that already? ” Satoru swiftly responded, not a hint of embarrassment. To be honest it sounded more like…annoyance.

You roll your eyes and begin to twist and turn under him. “ Let me go— I have things to do! ” you strain out. You cant help but to giggle slightly; the feeling of his soft fingers grabbing onto the plushy flesh of your thighs and waist gave off a tickling sensation. After a while you got fed up with feeling and yelled out —“ Fine! ”

“ If i stay here for a few more hours, will you let me leave and forget this ever happened ? ”

Satoru, being himself, agreed immediately. His fingers trail up and down your skin ; it’s almost like he was trying to get under your skin, literally.

You close your eyes for a few minutes, trying to zone out everything that has happened until you felt…it..

Toru had always been a risky person; for instance, that time he made out with a girl in the locker room…when everyone was in there. But he was always cautious near you. Following your demands, getting you gifts, taking care of you in general; those where the reasons you became friends with him. But the thing he was doing right now was not a thing the friends do.

He trailed his fingers between your legs and stops around your clit. He pressed down on it so hard, it felt like electricity. It stung, it hurt even, but it also felt—soo good.

“ M-mhm ” you whimper . You want to get up and leave, to save yourself the embarrassment, but you couldn’t. It felt too good. You were frozen..

“ Round two ..? ” he whispered.

You want to say no, to leave and act like none of this happened. But you just cant. Satoru has always intrigued you, to be honest, this was a dream come true disguised as a mistake.

“ Yes…i want it, please.” you mumbled into his shoulder; it felt as if you were trying to stop yourself from saying it, but you want it too bad.

He removed his hand and slowly got on top of you. He stares at you in admiration before leaning in

He brings you into a soft kiss; well it started out as soft, and he got rougher and rougher. You pull away for a few seconds to try and catch your breath.

“ Why did you stop? ” he says with a shaky breath; his piercing blue eyes drill holes into your body.

“ I-..need air. ” you say; your heart racing with desperation.

“ I’ll give you air— ” he cuts himself off as he brings you back into a kiss. His tongue skillfully jammed down your throat.

Regardless of the fact you continued to kiss him back, your tongue is always a beat behind him; But you just cant get enough…

After several long seconds of kissing, he stop. He stared at you like a beast who had just caught its prey. Slowly, he trailed down your body, all the way to your breasts. He pinches your hard nipples, causing you to let out a sharp squeal.

“ Toru! are you trying to kill me!? ”

He playfully rolls his eye — as sassy as ever. “ Yeah..kill you with orgasms.” He quickly began to suck them, staring at you the whole time.

“ S-satoru ” you whimpered out; the sensation started to make you moan uncontrollably.

He pulled your legs apart and nests himself between them. “wish i could live in this sweet cunt” he licks away at your core; each lick making the inside of your thighs stickier, lewder, and makes wet squelching sounds echo through satoru’s penthouse-like apartment. It doesn’t take too long before your a squirming, writhing mess on his white silk bed.

“ P-please ” you manage to whisper out through your quickly developing climax; tears build up in your eyes, threatening to roll down your face.

Coming out from between your legs, satoru stops staring at you and starts to stare at your pussy. He looked like he wanted to devour you.

“ You taste like heaven.. ”

His fingers slowly slip into your pussy, teasing and spreading your sensitive walls, looking in awe at the way they pulsed around him.

Your body pulled his fingers in, guiding his fingertips to that sweet spot that you so desperately wanted to feel him rub against.

“Oh my god . . . shit, that feels amazing,” you breathe out; your eyes begin to roll due to the overstimulating pleasure.

You begin to tremble with anticipation..Right there—that spot he’s hitting… Just as you were about to reach your climax—he stopped.

Before you could comprehend anything, he flipped you over. Your head was now pushes into a pillow and your ass was in the air.

Satoru slowly became to ease his cock into you. “Fuck..You’re so tight..” He gasped out and flung his head back. “You good?” He checks up on you to make sure everything is fine.

You nod, giving him reassurance and telling him he could start,

He began to slowly fuck you. His soft fingertips trailed down your ribcage and grab onto your hips. He gradually starts to speed up. Soon enough, his movements were relentless; each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

The intensity of his touch, the way he held you so close, made you feel completely consumed by him. The sounds of your moans mingled with his own groans of pleasure, creating a symphony of desire that filled the room.

“M-mmh—yeah..keep sucking me in, just like that..”

“ Toru-u..shit— ”

Satoru's hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch of your skin as he continued to move inside you with a rhythm that was both primal and intoxicating.

The feeling of his weight pressing down on you, the heat of his body against yours, only added to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that threatened to consume you.

As he quickened his pace, the tension in your body built to a fever pitch, each thrust pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Toru—cum..Im about to cum!” you yell out as your climax builds up once again. Your eyes fall to the back of your head again and you grip onto a pillow, in hopes of making your orgasm less intense.

Satoru was hitting all the right spots; the spot that not even your ex could hit.

Finally both of you scream out in ecstasy as you came. “Shit!—” your legs give in and you fully fall into the bed. Satoru rolled over and laid next to you. His chest was now sticky with sweat and weaving up and down. He was quite literally breathless.

And as you lay there, exhausted and sated, you couldn't help but feel happy. Satoru just did something your ex could never do. You started to fall asleep, that orgasm made it almost impossible to stay awake. But before you can fully fall asleep you feel a light slap on your arm.

You look up and see Satoru hovering over you.

“So..Do you still play on leaving?” he teased.

You almost forgot how much of a tease he was..But he was your tease.

© satoruslovergirl. please refrain from copying, modifying, nor reposting my work.

[dollfaced-erin]

𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟'𝕤 ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕖 (Blade x F!Reader x Jing Yuan)

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PART 4

PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3

A/n :

this may be a little long since its directly concerning the original plot from HSR. I might slip in a little someone in here, but that's about it since i dont want to stray too far for the sake of character development. And... there wont be much Blade in here. And since the canon has once again been altered about the cause of Yingxing's death, biiiiig plot twist, some things might not make sense at first, but i'll round things up since it was only barely mentioned about their past :)) do correct me if there are parts that are wrong !!

"He goes by the name...Blade."

As Jing Yuan said that, he looked at her for a brief moment, with a sort of...conflicted emotion in his eyes. It was as if...he was saying something forbidden, a taboo. But (Y/n) decided against questioning more than needed. It wasn't her place after all.

"So...am I allowed in the Seat of Divine Foresight...? Am I not an outsider ?" (Y/n) asked, as she continued to wait next to Jing Yuan. Jing Yuan looked pretty disturbed about the name, so she didn't question him about it.

"Of course you are. I'll just say you're my...hm...companion per say," Jing Yuan said, putting a finger on his chin as he pondered slightly about it. But it didn't seem like he was thinking much about it at all. It was as if those were the exact things he wanted to call her.

"Wouldn't people be curious ?" (Y/n) asked as the Starskiff arrived. "Oh, it's here."

Jing Yuan chuckled as he boarded the Starskiff, putting a hand out for the dragon lady to take. Which she graciously did as she boarded the airship. "Would anyone dare question the General of the Luofu ? I beg to differ." Jing Yuan chuckled again.

"And those who are accepted to roam the archives...know about your state. Some...have even seen you there before." Jing Yuan explained, and (Y/n) looked a little confused as to what he meant by that.

"And, why is that ?" She asked, noticing that he indeed wanted to say something, but stopped in the middle. She turned to look at him, and her eyes widened at the sight.

Jing Yuan, having faltered a little from his flirty nature, was blushing with a fist to his lips before coughing a little. "Because whenever I would go missing from my desk of paperwork, they would come find me there. It's...no secret..."

"I...I see..." (Y/n) said, a small smile on her lips as she looked down to her lap, where her hands were neatly placed. "I'm...glad I wasn't alone in that...room."

A room so dark it was only illuminated by the soft blue glow of the ice flowers that she lay on. A room so cold if it wasn't for the hand that held hers when she woke up.

And before long, the two arrived at the Seat of Divine Foresight, where Jing Yuan promised to intercept a call to the Palace of Astrum. As they walked in, they saw a young boy waiting for someone by the grand table in the far end of the Seat of Divine Foresight.

(Y/n)'s eyes widened at the young boy. He was...beautiful was an understatement. He had straight and silky blonde hair, with matching gold eyes. And as soon as the two entered, he turned to look at them, well, rather Jing Yuan.

"General ! I heard about..." then the young boy's gaze fell upon the woman beside his master, gold eyes widening in surprise. "You...you're that...the ice flower lady..."

"Now, now. Don't scare her, Yanqing. She just woke up today." Jing Yuan said as the two walked through the holographic board game, the Starchess. Then, the general gestured her to the young boy.

"(Y/n), this is my student, Yanqing. Lieutenant Yanqing, Lady (Y/n)." Jing Yuan introduced. And the young boy looked quite...impressed by the lady before him.

"How...did she wake up...?" Yanqing wondered and Jing Yuan chuckled softly at the curiosity of his student.

"Most likely the Stellaron. Now, pardon me, both of you. I must send a holographic figure of mine to the Palace of Astrum." Jing Yuan said as he set up a small device on the ground, hoping the connection will reach the other side of the Luofu. "I've received word from Madam Yukong that the Astral Express, that call themselves the Nameless, have stepped foot onto the Xianzhou, but through a docking port, the Jade Gate, said to be instructed by the Stellaron Hunters."

"The Stellaron Hunters...?" Yanqing said, before looking at his master. "But--" "Shh."

The lion master put a hand up to silence his student as the holographic scene of the Palace of Astrum was in front of them. A foxian lady in oriental-clothing, much like the other Xianzhou natives, who was speaking sternly to a group of...outworlders (it seems, from their clothing).

A few strong words of rejection were said by the green-haired foxian, as small reasonings were given by a man from the opposing team. From what she saw, it seemed like it was the leader of the Nameless, a man wearing glasses who was accompanied by two younger girls.

"You are forbidden from leaving the Sky-Faring Commission until the aforementioned questions have been investigated." said the stern woman.

Jing Yuan chuckled as he stepped into the screen, appearing as a hologram in the side of the other party. "Don't be too harsh, Yukong. If this gets out, the whole galaxy will think the Alliance has forgotten how to treat our guests."

The foxian woman, Yukong, looked a little surprised at the sudden appearance and much needed interruption from her general, stuttering a little.

The general than begun to justify the words said by the Nameless and Yukong, appearing to be quite accepting to the sudden and unannounced arrival of the Astral Express team. It seems...that there is more to it than meets the eye, as (Y/n) thought.

"He's practically using them as bait." (Y/n) sweat-dropped and Yanqing nodded along with her. But he seemed to be quite focused and keen on something Jing Yuan had said.

"Wonderful, it's a deal then. I shall inform Yukong that all intel is to be shared with you and that our best personnel are to aid your search. If there's anything the Sky-Faring Commission and the Cloud Knights could do for you during your stay, please don't hesitate to make it known." Jing Yuan said, and the call concluded.

That was until the telling hologram popped up in the room. A small lady with pink hair pinned up by various hairpins and accessories appeared in front of them. Unlike Yanqing, she wasn't surprised in the slightest at the appearance of the newly awoken dragon lady. Perhaps she had foreseen it with the gem on her forehead...?

Yanqing and (Y/n) listened quietly as the two conversed regarding the issue about Blade and how this Stellaron Hunter escaped from under Jing Yuan's gaze. Upon listening closely, it seemed that (Y/n) was indeed right. The lady before her is none other than the Master Diviner, Fu Xuan.

But to her, it was quite hilarious of how this little lady before her thought so highly of herself, even requesting that Jing Yuan suggest her as his successor once he retires. Perhaps she was tired of standing below him...? Or did she want to prove herself for something ? Or was she just power hungry ?

Perhaps her wit and foreseeing abilities do impress the hearts of many and is a great help with governing the Xianzhou. But that tongue of hers and the way she jumps to conclusions, makes (Y/n) indeed think twice. This lady has got anger issues indeed.

Jing Yuan sighed, before looking at (Y/n) warmly with those eyes of his. "There are three things in the world that I cant seem to rid myself of : the troubles of the Xianzhou, the papers on my desk, and the weeds in my garden."

"General, Diviner Fu wants the general's position for herself. Everyone knows that. Even Lady (Y/n) here would've guessed so by now." Yanqing deadpanned as he told his master. (Y/n) chuckled softly, finding the bluntness of this young man quite amusing for her to see.

"She is very capable, but her intellect is burdened by a quick temper. I'll retire when she's achieved a better balance." Jing Yuan said with a knowing smile to the other two by his side.

"This Stellaron thing is easy. Blade escaped, now we gotta go get him. Just say the word and I'll solve it in a flash." Yanqing said confidently.

"I can understand your impatience and I know you want to prove yourself," Jing Yuan said, turning around to face his student. "Now is not the time. If you truly wish to become a Sword Champion, you shouldn't be running around brandishing your sword at people, especially not a major criminal."

"Tsk, you think I'd lose to Blade ?" Yanqing arrogantly declared, a hand on his chest, as if to prove to his master his worth.

Though (Y/n) did indeed applaud his confidence, she couldnt help but put a hand on his back. "Lieutenant. You must not underestimate your opponents before you meet them."

"Lady (Y/n) is right, I'm saying you need to have patience, Yanqing. Governing Xianzhou is different from a sword fight. The only way to build momentum is to work slowly. Besides, we still don't know who's really moving the chess piece." Jing Yuan advised, gesturing to the holographic Starchess board in front of them.

"There is something we must take care of before making our next move. As long as it remains unsolved, we're at a stalemate. That thing...is the Stellaron." Jing Yuan said, looking at (Y/n) who had woken up due to the anomaly caused by the Stellaron.

And that made her wonder, if the Stellaron has been removed, would she...still be here ? Or would she go back to sleep ? But...she isn't a fragmentum creation, so she wouldn't die, right ?

Only time would tell...

"How did it manage to bypass the Sky-Faring Commission's inspections and the Divination Commission's predictions ? Where is it now ?" Jing Yuan continued to question, those unanswered left hanging in (Y/n)'s mind.

"I say we bring those two Stellaron Hunters before Diviner Fu -- she'll get an answer out of them in no time." Yanqing said, eager to go out and hunt them down. But Jing Yuan shut him down yet again.

"I've asked our friends from the Express to take care of that for us. Worry not, you'll have your moment when the current stalemate is broken." Jing Yuan said again, his back facing the teen as the general walked pacing back and forth.

Yanqing seemed to not listen anymore, feeling quite upset with Jing Yuan's words. It seemed to him that Jing Yuan only viewed him as a child, not as a capable sword master. And as Jing Yuan still talked, trying to comfort the teen, (Y/n)'s eyes widened as Yanqing turned to leave.

She held her hand out to stop him, worry in her (e/c) eyes, but she stopped. She curled her fingers slightly as she let her eyes downcast. Maybe it was best he had some time for himself at the moment...

"You are my most--" "Jing Yuan...Yanqing left..." (Y/n) intervened, feeling a little rude for interrupting. But what use was it to let Jing Yuan keep talking when the receiver had left ?

Jing Yuan sighed. "That boy..." he said, putting a hand on his forehead before placing a hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder. "I suppose it is my fault. I should've given him an opportunity already. 'A sharp sword can't stay sheathed forever', haha..."

(Y/n) looked at him with worried eyes, before putting her own hand on his. Her smaller hand gently contacting his own, as a way to comfort him. "You're worried for him. It's not your fault." (Y/n) said, and Jing Yuan laughed softly, moving his other hand to tuck a strand of hair behind (Y/n)'s ear.

"Should I go after him...? He seemed quite upset..." (Y/n) said softly, looking down to the ground beneath her.

Jing Yuan chuckled, moving the hand that was perched on her shoulder to put a finger beneath her chin, tilting her head up to gaze into his golden eyes. "I'd be grateful if you could console that child, my princess." he said.

"Then, I shall take my leave." (Y/n) said, too concerned for the child to react to his advancements. She politely pulled back, waved at him for a moment, before running off to find the child.

Jing Yuan looked at her figure, and chuckled, his eyes glossy with a longing gaze. "(Y/n) and Dan Jia... are no different from each other. Both of them have always been...so motherly..."

"Jing Yuan ! Jingliu said you guys were ambushed !" A loving voice called out as he closed his eyes.

A figure of a young woman running to hug him, pulling back to inspect him for wounds. Her hands roamed his body, checking thoroughly. Though chronologically she was older, her mental state was not much older than his own as the dragon lady before him aged slower than most of her own kind.

"I'm fine, Dan Jia." he said with a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

Dan Jia smiled and hugged him once again.

"Welcome back, Jing Yuan..."

"Welcome back...Dan Jia..." he whispered.

"I wonder...would you chase after Blade after knowing who he is, or will you stay here with me...?

[simplydannie]

Why is it always Veneer? :( mom said it’s Velvet’s turn with the angst

(I love your work, don’t stop ❤️❤️)

He’s my angst! I’m sorry! Lol I have done some Velvet ones, but if you really want another one 😈 (and Ty so much! You have no idea how much I appreciate it! ❤️):

TRIGGER WARNING ‼️ GUN SHOT REFERENCE

Floyd was surrounded by his brothers, the fear of nearly loosing him cause them all to embrace. Velvet and Veneer were on their knees, still trying to regain themselves as the blast from the exploding diamond had knocked them off.

“Vel?” He laid on his sister’s shoulder, “You okay?”

Velvet’s eyes were glued to the ground. She looked towards the Trolls as they celebrated their victory: they freed Floyd, they regained their brother back. That only meant one thing….The twins failed.

“They’re going to made Ven. Really mad.” She said to him. “We lost. We lost, Ven.”

“No we didn’t. We can….we can still escape this.” Veneer told her.

“How? How on earth are we going to escape this.” She told him. Veneer was silent. She was right…they wouldn’t be happy that the Troll had escaped them…but Veneer didn’t want to catch him again either, he didn’t want to put him the hell he just escaped. Floyd saw the look of concern on the twins face. He broke free of his brothers and went towards them.

“Floyd!” Branched called out. But Floyd continued until he was face to face with the twins. He looked up at them and they looked down at him.

“We can be free. You guys can come with me.” He told them. Veneer turned to look at his sister…Her look was distant, every event that could possibly happen unfolding in her mind. What could she say? What could she do? Everything was screwed up already, the promise she made to them was already broken…it was only matter of time.

“What if you loose the Troll? What if everything we worked for comes to light? What is your collateral?” They had asked her. Velvet sat in the room, six faces surrounding her, eyeing her every move. She was silent, she was from the under-city, what could she offer them in collateral? She looked down at the bracelet on her wrist….a beautiful pink jeweled bracelet Veneer had gotten her. It was made from one of the most precious stones in Rageous, one of the rarest too. It was one of the most valuable things she’s ever owned. Velvet took it off and offered it to them.

“This is all I have of value.”

“Rare gems are definitely valuable, but not valuable enough.” Said a male Rageon. One shifted in her seat and stood up, staring down intently at Velvet….they came to know her as The Mistress.

“How about your brother?” She said with a sly smile on her face.

Velvet’s mouth gaped open, “Wh-What…”

“Your brother. If you fail, if anything we are doing is exposed, we keep your brother and do our bidding on him. That is our agreement for collateral.” She said with a twisted evil grin. Vennie? They wanted Vennie…They knew….They knew her weakness.

“What if…what if I refuse?”

“Then you two are as good as dead.”

Velvet swallowed the lump in her throat. What had she gotten them into? How could she protect Veneer from this? What could possibly catch their attention other than her brother for collateral?….

“What about me?” Velvet finally answered. This caught all their attention, “I’m the one that agree and came to you for this offer, not my brother. I give you myself as collateral. If I fail…then…I’m as good as yours, do what you want with me, but leave my brother alone.”

“Continue.”

“My life as collateral, and exchange that you spare my brother. He…he doesn’t know about this, what I am doing. I just want to bring him out of the under-city. I just want to get out of that hell hole.” Velvet looked them all square in the eye, “I’m gambling with my life here.”

“I like this girl. Very well. We accept…But don’t you dare cross us. More over, don’t you dare fail us.” The Mistress said.

“Trust me, I wont.”

And here she was, kneeling at the foot of the yacht, the Troll free from her grasp, all of Rageous watching as the events unfolded…she failed.

“What if I told them it was me?” Her brother’s voice broke her trance.

“What?”

“What if I came out publicly saying this was my plan. It was all me. I go to jail and you’d be okay.”

“Are you crazy Veneer? No!”

“It could work…”

“No Veneer! It wont!” She yelled.

“Then how can we help you? How can we get both of you out of this? We can’t just leave now.” Floyd asked. “I made a promise to get both of you out. And I still intend to keep that promise today.”

They didn’t understand…she never told them what she promised that day. They could be coming for her any minute, their eyes were everywhere, their ears, their spies, “Take Vennie. Take care of him. I’ll have to figure things out.” She said.

“What are you talking about?” Veneer asked her, a frustration growing in his voice. “What is it that you haven’t told us? That you haven’t told ME, Vels?” She looked at her brother, she saw the worry plastered across his face….it had always been them two. How could she do this to him? She never wanted to imagine life without her brother. He was that constant thing in her life that she just knew she HAD to have, like breathing air. But she never thought about him, how it would break him if she was the one that wasn’t around…He was so fragile.

“I can’t Veneer…” She said.

“Vels, tell me please!” He begged. As he grew worried his eyes danced around their surroundings, scanning the audience…What was she afraid of, were they here?

“Velvet, I swore to take care of both you. I am going to keep that promise.” Floyd said.

“You can’t Floyd…You can’t protect us both.” She said.

“Vels…” Veneer began to protest.

“Veneer you have to just listen to me for once! You…”

BANG!

The sounded of the shot echoed throughout the entire area. People screamed and ran, some dropped to the floor covering their heads, trembling in fear. Veneer had jumped over his sister, shielding her from the sound they heard, he instinctively grabbed Floyd and held him close. They waited a few moments… Silence finally radiated everywhere.

“You okay?” Veneer asked Floyd.

“Yeah. You?”

“I’m fine. Vels?” He looked down at his sister. She looked up to meet his eyes, her hands clutching her heart…That’s when Veneer saw the blood seeping through her fingers. “No…No…No…NO…” Veneer muttered as she fell limp to her said. He caught her, cradling her in his arms. “Vels! You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.” He reassured her…in reality, he was reassuring himself.

Floyd stared in horror at the sight in front him. He hoped down at Velvets shoulder pad, he could feel that her breathing was heavy, her body began to shake. He placed a small hand on her cheek. “Stay with us..” He whispered.

“I told you there’s no escaping them…” She said through ragged breaths.

“This was them…You knew they were going to do this…Why didn’t you tell me…” Tears began to fall down Veneer’s cheek as he held his sister tighter.

“Cause i know you, you idiot…”

“No. No this isn’t fair! I’m going to help. I’m going to save you. Hold on. Hold on for me….please.” He begged.

“…You weren’t their target…You can still get out…Leave with Floyd…Please, leave with Floyd….Get out…” Her sentences grow shorter and breathier as she struggled to breath, as she struggled to find the strength to speak.

“Okay I will. But you’re coming too.” Veneer squeezed her.

“Ven…”

“No. YOU’RE COMING WITH ME…..I can’t…I can’t continue on without you…” He told her. This broke her, she had never prepared him for this. He had become so reliant in her presence, that she was always going to be there for him, he never thought of the day she wouldn’t be…also because he was willing to sacrifice himself for her at any moment…but the roles were reversed. If they had their way, it would be Veneer in this position, and just imagine it tore her apart. He needed to live, he deserved to live, he needed to continue his goodness in this broken, damned world.

“Ven…” She said in a whisper, “Ven….You….I….” Her eyes grew distant, her hand went limp, her breathing had stopped…she was gone.

“Vels?” Veneer gently shook his sister in his arms, “Vels?” He hugged her tight and shook her again. “Vels..no please…please…please no…” His tears escaped him. He sobbed uncontrollably as he held on to his sister, he birdied his face at the top of her head. His cries and wails echoed throughout Rageous. Floyd attempted to hold back tears…but he failed. He hugged her cheek, the feeling of her skin beginning to grow cold.

“I failed you…Velvet, I’m sorry…I failed you…” The small Troll said in between tears. The two of them stayed for what seemed like ages holding on tight to her. No one dared call security yet, no dared called the medics. Floyd looked at Veneer through tear filled eyes…

“Ven…You have to come with me, while you can…please.” He told him.

“I can’t….I can’t leave her…” He sobbed. “I don’t ….want to….leave her.”

“Ven…I don’t want to either..but..”

“Please…” He sobbed. “Just let me hold one last time…” His heart ached. Why did this happen to her? Why her? Why not him? What did she promise them? Soon the tears began to fade as a new emotion settled in his heart… the sadness was soon replaced with rage… with anger…His breathing grew heavy as he allowed his anger to fuel him.

One day, he was going to find them…. And one day, they were all going to pay…

[kpopluvrsblog]

Do you want this?

sequel to “I can take it”!

genre: Smut, fluff

pairing: Switch!soobin, Dom!beomgyu x Subfem!reader

Warnings: Threesome, unprotected sex, Marking, Rough, double penetration, anal, choking etc

A/N: SORRY FOR THE WAIT!!! Life got busy and i’ve been on writers block but finally found the time and motivation to write! Hope you all enjoy!

“So…do you think soobin was really watching us?” You whisper as you and beomgyu make your way back to his dorm.

“Why? You interested?” He chuckled under his breath as you lightly slap his arm. “It was most likely him, pretty sure he has a lil thing for you so I wouldn’t be surprised” He finished as he intertwined your hands together.

“…and how exactly do you know that?” You say while side eyeing him.

Beomgyu sighs dramatically before continuing.”BECAUSE Y/n. He told me. Surprisingly for a shy guy he was bold in asking if he could ever have a taste.”

He finished his sentence as you reached the door to his dorm, unlocking it quickly and letting you inside. “I told him yes” He whispers in your ear before you turn around to see soobin standing by the kitchen counter.

You let out a gasp and suddenly become shy after realizing he had already saw you naked hours prior.

“Go on baby, i’m right here” Beomgyu says as he holds your waist sweetly before pushing you towards soobin.

Soobin, still silent, grabs your wrist and leads you to his room with beomgyu trailing behind. As soon as the door is shut you’re pushed onto the bed and soobin leans over you.

‘So handsome’ You thought to yourself, before soobin let out a thank you with a dimply smile.

“Do you want this y/n? Now’s your last chance because once I start there’s no way i’ll be able to stop.” He quietly says as he looks into your eyes.

You turn your head to see gyu standing against the wall, with a little head nod and eyebrow raised you turn back to soobin before pushing your lips to his.

“Fuck” he whimpers into your mouth before smiling again. Soobin spreads your legs apart before leaving open mouthed kisses around your neck and lightly sucking.

You’re rudely interrupted when soobins head is yanked away from your throat. You look up to see a pissed off gyu with a hand full of soobins blonde locks.

“Leave any fucking marks and i’ll kill you. She’s still mine, just here for you to use tonight. Got it?” Beomgyu says while soobin groans from the harshness of his words before nodding to the best of his ability.

“Please let me have a taste…Wan her so bad.” He whimpers while holding onto your waist, already starting to bend down.

“Go ahead, get her ready for us.” Gyu says before helping soobin take off your clothes, leaving you fully exposed in front of the two men.

Biting his lip, beomgyu leans down to make out with you, while soobin licks a long stripe along your cunt.

“Please gyu..” You whimper out while gasping for air. Gyu starts to leave his own marks around your neck, purposely making sure they hurt.

“What do you need baby? Haven’t I fucked you enough? or are you just a cock hungry whore hm?” gyu spits out as he grabs your neck tightly. “Finger her soobin.”

You start to feel prodding at your opening as two fingers slip in easily. Soobin keeps his tempo while curling his fingers inside of you.

“Mmf gyu I cant” You whine.

“Cmon take it baby, I give it to you harder than that.” he laughs, now attacking your boobs and sucking hard onto your hardened nipples.

“Beomgyu i think she’s ready, she wont stop clenching on me.” Soobin says, coming up to see your face twisted in pleasure while you grab and pull on gyus hair.

Beomgyu pulls off of you with a pop, both of you panting before he smirks down at you. He motions for soobin to take off his clothes and gyu does the same.

Your thighs clench as you take in the boys toned bodies. They notice the movement and decide the waiting game is over. Soobin grabs your arms and pulls you up before beomgyu lays down flat where you were.

“Why..?” You whisper before soobin pushes you on top of him.

“Because im going to watch you get fucked baby. Now arch that back for him.” Gyu says before pulling you in for a kiss, soobin quickly rubbing his tip to your entrance before pushing inside, inch by inch.

You moan loudly into beomgyus mouth as he caresses your back. “I know y/n, I know. Take it” Gyu whispers into your mouth as you clench onto soobins cock.

He completely fills you up and pulls out. He grabs your hips before slamming himself harshly into your cunt again. You cant help the moans that pour out while he starts to fuck into you relentlessly with groans slipping past his lips.

“Y/n you feel sooo tight. So fucking sexy like this.” He continues the assault on your cunt before you feel another prod higher up. Eyes open in shock you reach to pull him away before beomgyu traps your hands beside him.

“Be a good slut and take it.” Gyu harshly says before you feel soobins thumb enter your ass. He slowly starts to slide it in and out of you as he thrusts continue. “God it’s so tight. if you keep clenching like that y/n, im gonna cum.” He says in his deep voice.

beomgyu quickly pulls soobin out of your cunt before taking his spot, spanking you before shoving his cock into your ass. You almost scream from the stretch but soobin blocks it with his hand, he then quickly fills your cunt back up with his cock. Now being stretched completely, you feel like you cant breathe.

“good girl” soobin says. He picks up his pace again while beomgyu waits for you to loosen up. Soobin moans and grabs your hips slamming you down repeatedly onto his cock, the tip pushing into your stomach. “fuck im so close please let me cum inside, need to fill her up she needs it.” He babbles as gyu gives him the okay, slowly starting to thrust in and out of your ass from how hard soobin is fucking you.

Slapping noises fill the room as both boys pick up the pace, now using you as their toy. Tears well up in your eyes from the pleasure as you let the moans slip past your tongue. “please soob… cum inside” was all you said before feeling his hips stutter and warmth fill your insides. He throws his head back as he emptys inside of you, eyebrows clenched and eyes closed.

“baby im close” Gyu says still not giving up his pace. “gonna cum inside of my pussy.” Before giving you or soobin time to think he pulls out of your ass leaving you clenching, before intruding your cunt with soobins dick still inside. soobin loudly gaps while whining from overstim.

“rub her clit soobin, she’s close. want this pussy to cum with both of us inside.” gyu starts relentlessly pounding into your sore pussy now. Hips slapping and wet sounds fill the air, soobins fingers playing with your clit.

You clench and moan wildly. “go on slut, cum” is all gyu says before you release. Some of soobins cum slipping out along. “fuck fuck fuck im cumming y/n” Beomgyu slams one last time inside of you, making sure to push to the hilt before filling you entirely with his cum, your thighs shake and you fall on top of soobin.

All three of you lay there for a bit catching your breaths. “They definitely know what we just did” soobin sighs, you let out a screech.

“They were here this whole time?!!” You curl into gyus arms as he chuckles and apologizes.

“Let me clean you up baby, soobin you can take the other shower.” Gyu smiles before picking you up and starting a warm bath for the both of you. He gently sets you in before getting in behind you, massaging your hips.

“How was it?” gyu asks while hugging you closer.

“I loved it gyu, thank you.” You smile up at him before letting your eyes fall closed, knowing your safe in his arms.

“I love you”.

[kaihuntrr]

one-year anniversary!

HI. oh my goodness can you believe its been a WHOLE YEAR (and a day, im posting this a day later OOPS-) since i started working on this au? i dont think i started working on the chapters until... the -ber months? but the general brainstorming started now and oh my GOD the amount of changes that has happened while working on this au is insane! im absolutely floored with how much people enjoy this au, and while im too busy to be posting art (im doing some personal work!) i have all the time in the world to talk about how much this means to me.

i've written things in the past, but i havent for the LIFE of me worked on such a long project such as this (we're only halfway through act one of FIVE!) and learning and growing with such wonderful betas and partner (ehehe @mewhoismyself hello there) is just so wonderful <3

SO! in order to make this anniversary special, i've decided to post a little cut/practice scene from act two! this couldnt make the cut with what the plot has in mind, but i figured itd be best to have some nice moments with scott and martyn, eh?

OH! and before i go, the next chapter will be posted a day earlier! <3 im going abroad the day after the original chapter posting date, so i need to rest. i think this back half of the fic is gonna be really something <3

anyway, i wont keep you here for longer. i hope you have a fun time reading this, just as much as my partner and i had fun writing this so many months ago <33

Martyn tried to listen as Scott rambled on about what he’d been up to, how nice it had been to see his friends again. He even tried to let the small twist of jealousy at Scott being so happy over seeing someone else wrench his attention back into the moment, but it didn’t work. The face of Pearl kept flashing in the forefront of his mind, her eyes and jagged scar glowing unnaturally under the moonlight. 

“Oh, and…,” Scott continued to ramble on, but Martyn still couldn’t focus. It seemed that Scott had noticed as his voice trailed off and he looked at the blonde with a tilted head. “Martyn…?”

Martyn gave a grumbled response. His mind blocked out the world around him as he pictured brief flashes of the island, the hollow and desolate stares of the people, the wicked laugh coming from Pearl….

Scott sighed. “Martyn….”

Martyn could still feel a slight buzz in his head from where he was hit. How much blood did he lose back there? He didn’t know. All he knew was that he was glad to be alive. Glad that he was here, still breathing, like everyone else. Glad that he was–

“Martyn!”

Martyn jerked as Scott’s face was suddenly inches from his own. Scott’s lips were twisted into a pout and his eyebrows were drawn into a scowl. “Huh- sorry, what?”

Scott sighed, letting his head fall forward, “So you weren’t listening to me….”

“No!” Martyn said quickly, throwing his hands up. Panic leapt in his chest, making his heart beat faster. He didn’t want Scott to think he was ignoring him…! “No, I- I’m… I’m sorry…,” he hung his head. “I’m trying to listen- I’m not meaning to ignore you, I just….” Martyn looked down at the sand beneath him. Guilt welled up in his throat. He’d been so eager to see Scott while he was away, and before he’d gotten back, and now that he was actually here… Martyn was ignoring him. He was making Scott feel ignored.

Martyn shook his head, forcing a huge smile onto his face. “So, you said you saw your friends, right? Did you have fun-? Oh, what am I saying, you just said you had fun- haha…,” Martyn scrubbed the back of his head, then straightened up, rolling to his feet. “Hey, do you wanna go see if we can find your bird friend? I bet it’s missed you too!” He pointed towards a path leading up to the forest, “Bet he lives in there somewhere…!”

“Um- Martyn…,” Scott trailed off looking after him.

Martyn took a few steps backwards, away from Scott, and spread his arms, hoping he’d follow. “Or we can go down to the beach! It’s a nice day, it’ll feel great to splash in the water a little.”

“Martyn.”

“Or- oh, we can go see the decorations they’re setting up for the festival down in the center of town. You said you were excited right, so we can-!”

“Martyn!” Scott snapped. 

Martyn stopped.

Scott took the few steps to close the distance between them, laying his hand on Martyn’s arm, then sliding it down to take his hand. He tilted his head, giving Martyn big sad eyes. “Martyn, talk to me…. What’s wrong?”

It was hard for Martyn to not crack under Scott’s gaze. “It’s just…,” he trailed off, trying to put his thoughts into words. He was just engrossed in them a second ago, but now, trying to tell Scott, he couldn’t think of what to say. “I… uh….”

“You’re alright, Martyn,” Scott rubbed his thumb over Martyn’s hand in a small, circular motion. “Take your time.”

A small pause fell over him. Martyn could hear the slow ebbs of the waves before he managed to speak. “I can’t get her out of my mind,” his voice spat with venom. Pearl’s sadistic glee, her manic grin, her ever-looming presence burned in his head. Martyn’s grip unknowingly tightened around Scott until he looked the other in the eye. His grip on Scott lessened as he looked away. “What good can I be to protect you, when I can’t defend myself from one person?”

“Who said I needed protecting?” Scott raised an eyebrow, his tone still soft but with a hint of skepticism as he leaned to the side to catch Martyn’s gaze again. He let out a weak chuckle and moved his other hand to rest on Martyn’s cheek. “Besides, you can’t protect me from everything.”

Martyn leaned into the touch, not caring how warm his cheeks felt as Scott’s delicate hand pressed into his skin, lightly grazing over the scar Pearl caused. He closed his eyes as he let out a sigh and drooped his shoulders. “But I want to…,” he muttered. He looked at Scott, his face scrunched with worry. “I don’t want you getting hurt at all, Scott.”

“There’s going to be times where I get hurt, Martyn,” Scott narrowed his eyes and withdrew his hand from Martyn’s cheek. Martyn was wide-eyed, only for Scott to hold the hunter’s other hand. “When that happens, all I’d ask is for you to help me get back on my feet.”

Martyn could feel his nerves freeze up at Scott’s warm hold. His gentle stare and concern on his face nearly caused Martyn’s heart to explode. A million things swirled in his mind as the breeze wafted over. “I can’t help it,” he lowered his head, biting his lip. “You should be protected, with all the chaos going around–”

“What chaos?” Scott cracked a smile and shook his head. He shrugged, letting go of one of Martyn’s hands as he gestured around. “All there is to see is you, me, and the beach. Nothing to worry about, right?”

Nothing to worry about for now, but so many things could happen in the blink of an eye. Martyn could practically hear the sound of the sea princes’ ringing in his ears, the one from his dreams laughing as its mouth opened wide to swallow Scott as he screamed-.... 

No. Martyn needed to be prepared for anything, so nothing bad could ever happen to the people he cared for. Nothing. Never again. 

“I still want to fight for you,” his voice was barely a whisper in the wind, cracking a bit from the emotions that crawled up the back of his throat. But seeing Scott’s attentive look, with the slight tilt of his head, Martyn knew he could hear him. “Can I at least do that?” he pleaded. He needed to-. He needed to. 

“You may,” Scott nodded, giving him a small smile. Then his eyes narrowed as a smirk crept onto his lips. “So- I’d like to see how you fight.”

Martyn opened his mouth to respond- just in time for a woosh of breath to leave him as his back hit the ground. Martyn gasped, blinking for several seconds as he tried to figure out he’d gotten laid flat out on his back… with a certain ginger pinning his shoulders to the sand.

“Yikes…,” Scott teased, his eyebrows rising, complimenting the wide grin on his face.

Martyn sputtered, his face immediately flushing beat red. “I wasn’t ready! Sneak- sneak attack…!”

Scott laid one arm across his chest, propping his other elbow on top of it and laying his cheek in his hand. “Most things will take an opportunity for a sneak attack, when presented with one.” He kicked his feet in the air, as if he was lounging on a couch reading a book. 

Martyn flushed all the way to his ears. “Redo!”

Scott leaned his head down, smiling at Martyn in a way that was almost sickeningly sweet. “Are you waiting for a written invitation?” 

Martyn grabbed Scott by the shoulders and surged upwards, knocking the ginger off of him. Scott laughed as he slipped his grip, ducking under one of Martyn’s arms to wrap his arms around Martyn’s torso. 

Before Martyn’s brain could fully process that, Scott had rolled Martyn over top of him and planted him flat on his back again. 

Working on instinct more than pre-thought, Martyn wrapped his arms around Scott’s shoulders and kicked off the sand. He knocked his thigh against Scott’s hip, bumping him off balance just enough to send them rolling over again.

But Scott didn’t end up on his back underneath Martyn. 

Somehow, mid flip, he’d slithered around Martyn’s torso, ducking his arm again and getting outside of his hold. Martyn ended up with his face in the sand and a knee pressed between his shoulders, shoving him down further.

Martyn was about to push himself up with his arms, using his strength advantage to throw Scott off of him, but Martyn froze when he felt something sharp curl around his throat. 

He couldn’t move. He couldn’t even swallow. He could barely even breathe. 

Suddenly the sharp points of crescent bladed scythes were touched against his neck so delicately. Suddenly the sharp claws of a hungry beast wrapped around his throat, pricking the skin above his jugular. One wrong move and she’d slid his throat. One wrong breath and the beast would tear him to ribbons.

A figure above him bent down to whisper in his ear. 

“I win!” Scott chirped brightly. He laughed as he withdrew his fingernails from where he’d curled them around Martyn’s throat. “You really do need more practice. Though I’d be happy to oblige…,” his voice turned sing-songy as he plopped back on the sand, his arms holding him up.

Martyn slowly pushed himself upwards, staring down at the sand where his face had been in utter bafflement. Why had that felt-? Why was he-? Why was his heart beating so fast? Why… did he feel like he’d just been hunted…?

“That- that uh…,” Martyn stammered, not really sure what he wanted to say. “You’re a lot better fighter than I thought you’d be.” He turned his head to look at Scott, pushing himself up so he was sitting on his knees.

“I know,” Scott smiled widely, tipping his head back and forth, “Do I impress you, Martyn?” He smiled and hummed teasingly, his eyes narrowed in a joyful satisfaction. 

“Always,” he breathed, a lot more genuine and heartfelt than he’d meant to. Scott’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Martyn felt his face flush and he looked down at the sand. Well, he was in this far. “I think you’re amazing.” 

“Thank you…,” Scott said with a shy little smile. A light hint of red dusted his cheeks. He looked… really nice like that.

Martyn shook his head, roughly clearing his throat. “Well um, as- as fun as this was… I was actually referring to- to my gun combat more than my hand-to-hand.”

“Uh huh,” Scott answered with a small smirk, not sounding like he believed him. “Well, maybe I could help you with that as well.” 

“You know how to use a gun?” Martyn asked, more than a little shocked. How… how much did he really know about Scott?

Scott opened his mouth, then closed it. He looked to the side, then looked back at Martyn. “Noooo…?” he admitted, grinning sheepishly. He sighed, rolling his eyes a bit, “To be honest I thought you were still flirting, not that that was a serious question. And now, well… I’m just embarrassed.”

“Oh.” Martyn tried to hide his sigh of relief. It was one thing to just not know that Scott was a capable fighter -he was a tavern keeper who dealt with rowdy drunks all the time, Martyn honestly should have expected it- but it was another thing to not know that Scott was a trained gunman. For some reason they felt different. Martyn felt a grin split his face. “Would-... would you like me to teach you…?”

“Teach me what?” Scott’s eyebrows pinched together for a brief moment, then shot up towards his hairline, “How to use a gun?”

“Yeah,” Martyn grinned, “It’ll be like the time I was taught!”

“When were you taught?” Scott tilted his head.

“I think I was… seven? My parents knew I wanted to be a hunter, so they taught me,” Martyn hummed, looking out at the beach. He could remember the eagerness in his voice when he asked his parents to teach him. He only knew of the dangers through them and the people he lived around, but he knew his heart was calling out to the sea more than anything else.  “I needed practice, like everyone else, but I’m a natural. A crack shot, they’d told me!” He laughed. Shooting a target from far away was much easier than fighting with swords or his bare hands. 

Scott blinked, processing Martyn’s words. He slowly turned his head to Martyn, eyes widening in shock as all sense of his playfulness dropped. “You were a child when you learned how to use those?”

“Yeah…? I wanted to be a hunter, Scott, so I learned early.” Martyn looked at Scott and shrugged, feeling the ginger’s gaze on his skin felt… different. Martyn learned how to use guns to be a hunter, not to– oh. Was Scott thinking Martyn would…? Martyn shook his head and raised his hands up. “But I can’t shoot a person. A sea monster is easy because they’re big and stupid, but a person…?”

Scott had a judgemental look on his face as it scrunched up. He pulled his legs up and wrapped his arms around them, resting his head on it as he sighed. “Ending a person’s life is hard, and I’m happy you haven’t shot anyone, but…,” he trailed off. Martyn leaned closer to Scott as he raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you think it’s a little concerning?”

“What’s concerning?”

“You learned how to shoot things, how to kill things, as a kid,” Scott looked away, gripping his arms tighter as he watched the waves flow in and out. “Every life has a purpose; from you, to me, and even the beasts in the ocean.”

Martyn narrowed his eyes. Exactly what purpose could those monsters serve? Being ocean terrors? An effective way to kill humans and destroy ships? To bring fear in the hearts of children? To kill Ren- Jimmy? Why were there monsters in the ocean? Why should there be? 

“They’re monsters, Scott.” Martyn hissed, anger rising in his voice.

“They’re animals,” Scott hissed back, his face pinching into an expression that was almost pained. “They’re just animals….” 

“They’re heartless, cruel, and always starving.” Martyn huffed, pulling out his gun to examine it under the sunlight. Horrible beasts. Disgusting monsters. Murderers. “They’re such horrible, unnatural beasts that every mechanic in the world works to develop better guns and weapons to kill them all.” 

He didn’t fully notice the way Scott shied away from the gun in his hand. “You’re lucky you don’t need to leave the kingdom to see those ugly things,” Martyn spat.

“Ugly…,” Scott grumbled, turning his head away, like he was offended by the notion. “Well, I’m sure most of them would think the same about you.”

Martyn blinked, giving Scott a double take. Ugly…? 

Scott let out a sigh as he stretched and uncurled his legs and arms to stretch out in front of him. He picked up a small handful of sand and watched it fall through his fingers. “Every life is precious, every life is running on limited time. I’m not an idiot. I know things die. But there’s no reason to cut it shorter than it needs to be. ” He smiled wistfully, tossing the rest of the sand forward. “The sea is… scary, but maybe if you had an open mind, you’d see there’s more to it than monsters.”

Martyn followed Scott’s gaze and stared. Was there anything more to them? Surely not. The fondness in Scott’s voice was hard to believe- but the man has never even seen any beast to Martyn’s knowledge. The fond tone that Scott spoke about those- those monsters with… it honestly made Martyn angry. Those monsters took away the people he cared about. The people he loved. People he cherished. Jimmy, Ren… and so many other innocent people lost their lives to the sea, Lizzie’s parents…. The ocean took all of them, and there was nothing to blame but the monsters that infested it.

“They’re monsters, nothing more than that,” he spat, emotions in his chest wrenching into a tight knot that made it hard to breathe. He swung his arm out to the side, bringing his gun up in front of his chest as he rose to his knees, almost looming over Scott. “I know what they are, Scott, and I know I’m doing all that I can to protect you and the rest of the kingdom from the beasts that would just as quickly swallow you whole as they would crush you into pieces!”

“There’s no need for you to be so hostile about it,” Scott snapped at Martyn, his eyes narrowing into a cold glare that felt like icy daggers stabbing into Martyn’s face. Scott stood up and brushed all the sand from his clothes with a sigh. “I understand.” He walked closer to the water, just enough for the waves to lap against his shoes and tightened his fist, as if preventing to lash out.

Martyn blinked. “Was I-?” he muttered to himself. 

He looked out at Scott standing in the surf. He looked… sad. The guilty feeling in his chest built up once more. 

All of a sudden, Martyn remembered just how happy Scott looked with his birds fluttering around him, with the canary nuzzling his palm. Oh-. Scott was an animal lover…. No wonder he-.

Martyn was messing everything up. First he’d ignored him, and he was pushing Scott away by getting angry. Martyn quickly stood up and ran across the beach towards Scott, “Oh, Scott, I’m sorry–”

Scott turned to look at him, a flat expression on his face.

Martyn felt his heart twist, “I- I’m sorry. I- I didn’t mean to make you feel….”

“Upset?” Scott supplied.

“Yeah…,” Martyn bowed his head. His hand twitched out, reaching for Scott’s but giving up and retreating before he could take it. Martyn turned his head away and bit his lip. “I-... I made you-....”

Scott stepped closer and held out his hand. “No need for that, silly hunter,” he smiled sweetly. Martyn took it almost immediately, surprising them both. Scott let out a chuckle and bumped his shoulder next to Martyn’s. “I’m not mad,” Scott said softly. Martyn believed him. He looked… sad instead. 

“I don’t want you to–”

“You’re just fine.” Scott assured him with a smirk. “It takes a lot more than a simple disagreement to make me actually upset. We’re okay, right?” 

Martyn bashfully nodded, resulting in a wide smile from Scott. Was he… really okay? Or was he just hiding how he felt? For Martyn’s sake? Martyn hoped it was the former. 

Scott put a hand on his chest, giving Martyn’s hand a small squeeze. “Just… try to keep an open mind, alright? The world can be… stranger than you might think.” He smiled a little bashfully, “I might have- a surprise or two… to share, eventually.”

“Like how you can kick my butt in hand to hand?”

Scott’s face split into a wide grin, his eyes lighting up with laughter. “Just like that.”

Martyn felt himself smiling, a laugh escaping him as he squeezed Scott’s hand. Yeah, they were okay.

[anotherweirdhunterfromspn]

How the Doctors would react if you get injured

Ninth Doctor

Mad isn't enough to describe how he feels about it, eons of pain and grief coming afloat in the second he saw you were trying to stop the bleeding.

Still he doesn't want to make you more nervous, so he remains as sarcastic as usual to cheer you up.

"Dont worry Doctor, it is nothing!"

"It is something! And I was having such a nice day."

Tenth Doctor

He would try to help you in anything he can, of course he would joke about it as he checks your wounds.

He wont say it too loud, but he is planning how to return you to your normal life before something terrible happens to you. This time it was a minor injury, next time... He knows that it would get worse, but it was hard to say goodbye.

"Well, (Y/N)! Seems like I will need to cut your arm off!"

"Its just a cat scratch! You are overreacting!" "That's the point (Y/N)! Someone has once said that laughing was the best medicine."

Eleventh Doctor

Overwhelmed by fear, fear of losing you, fear of being unable to save you from his enemies.

"I want to keep you safe, please stay in the TARDIS! It was my fault that they tried to hurt you."

"Doctor! I only twisted my ankle!"

"Yes, because you were running away from the Cybermen!"

Twelve Doctor

He is... Like your worried and overprotective grandparent?

He acts and pretends that he doesn't care at all, but he is the same sweet man (time lord) as always and can't help but find the way to fix everything. He is like a mother-hen, an alien and eons yeors old mother-hen.

"Where do you think you are going?"

"Outside? Where those little aliens need us?"

"No, no. You stay in the TARDIS. You are injured."

"Doctor! It has been a month! My wound has long healed!"

13th Doctor

If you thought that the Twelve Doctor was an over protective mother-hen it was because you haven't met the Thirteenth Doctor. She jokes all the time, but she cares deeply about everyone in the TARDIS, its like having a second mother and some times you almost get guilty each time you get hurt.

"OH MY, WHAT HAPPENED?"

"Doctor, before you do something like... I don't know. Travel to space and time to find a hospital. I will say, this is just a small injury."

"Its not small! Its the size of my pinky finger! Get into the TARDIS! I will see it myself!"

[annesoftheisland]

But grass was growing green in sheltered spots and Gilbert had found some pale, sweet arbutus in a hidden corner. He came up from the park, his hands full of it.

Anne was sitting on the big gray boulder in the orchard looking at the poem of a bare, birchen bough hanging against the pale red sunset with the very perfection of grace. She was building a castle in air—a wondrous mansion whose sunlit courts and stately halls were steeped in Araby’s perfume, and where she reigned queen and chatelaine. She frowned as she saw Gilbert coming through the orchard. Of late she had managed not to be left alone with Gilbert. But he had caught her fairly now; and even Rusty had deserted her.

Gilbert sat down beside her on the boulder and held out his Mayflowers.

“Don’t these remind you of home and our old schoolday picnics, Anne?”

Anne took them and buried her face in them.

“I’m in Mr. Silas Sloane’s barrens this very minute,” she said rapturously.

“I suppose you will be there in reality in a few days?”

“No, not for a fortnight. I’m going to visit with Phil in Bolingbroke before I go home. You’ll be in Avonlea before I will.”

“No, I shall not be in Avonlea at all this summer, Anne. I’ve been offered a job in the Daily News office and I’m going to take it.”

“Oh,” said Anne vaguely. She wondered what a whole Avonlea summer would be like without Gilbert. Somehow she did not like the prospect. “Well,” she concluded flatly, “it is a good thing for you, of course.”

“Yes, I’ve been hoping I would get it. It will help me out next year.”

“You mustn’t work too hard,” said Anne, without any very clear idea of what she was saying. She wished desperately that Phil would come out. “You’ve studied very constantly this winter. Isn’t this a delightful evening? Do you know, I found a cluster of white violets under that old twisted tree over there today? I felt as if I had discovered a gold mine.”

“You are always discovering gold mines,” said Gilbert—also absently.

“Let us go and see if we can find some more,” suggested Anne eagerly. “I’ll call Phil and—”

“Never mind Phil and the violets just now, Anne,” said Gilbert quietly, taking her hand in a clasp from which she could not free it. “There is something I want to say to you.”

“Oh, don’t say it,” cried Anne, pleadingly. “Don’t—please, Gilbert.”

“I must. Things can’t go on like this any longer. Anne, I love you. You know I do. I—I can’t tell you how much. Will you promise me that some day you’ll be my wife?”

“I—I can’t,” said Anne miserably. “Oh, Gilbert—you—you’ve spoiled everything.”

“Don’t you care for me at all?” Gilbert asked after a very dreadful pause, during which Anne had not dared to look up.

“Not—not in that way. I do care a great deal for you as a friend. But I don’t love you, Gilbert.”

“But can’t you give me some hope that you will—yet?”

“No, I can’t,” exclaimed Anne desperately. “I never, never can love you—in that way—Gilbert. You must never speak of this to me again.”

There was another pause—so long and so dreadful that Anne was driven at last to look up. Gilbert’s face was white to the lips. And his eyes—but Anne shuddered and looked away. There was nothing romantic about this. Must proposals be either grotesque or—horrible? Could she ever forget Gilbert’s face?

“Is there anybody else?” he asked at last in a low voice.

“No—no,” said Anne eagerly. “I don’t care for any one like that—and I like you better than anybody else in the world, Gilbert. And we must—we must go on being friends, Gilbert.”

Gilbert gave a bitter little laugh.

“Friends! Your friendship can’t satisfy me, Anne. I want your love—and you tell me I can never have that.”

“I’m sorry. Forgive me, Gilbert,” was all Anne could say. Where, oh, where were all the gracious and graceful speeches wherewith, in imagination, she had been wont to dismiss rejected suitors?

Gilbert released her hand gently.

“There isn’t anything to forgive. There have been times when I thought you did care. I’ve deceived myself, that’s all. Goodbye, Anne.”

Anne got herself to her room, sat down on her window seat behind the pines, and cried bitterly. She felt as if something incalculably precious had gone out of her life. It was Gilbert’s friendship, of course. Oh, why must she lose it after this fashion?

“What is the matter, honey?” asked Phil, coming in through the moonlit gloom.

Anne did not answer. At that moment she wished Phil were a thousand miles away.

“I suppose you’ve gone and refused Gilbert Blythe. You are an idiot, Anne Shirley!”

“Do you call it idiotic to refuse to marry a man I don’t love?” said Anne coldly, goaded to reply.

“You don’t know love when you see it. You’ve tricked something out with your imagination that you think love, and you expect the real thing to look like that. There, that’s the first sensible thing I’ve ever said in my life. I wonder how I managed it?”

“Phil,” pleaded Anne, “please go away and leave me alone for a little while. My world has tumbled into pieces. I want to reconstruct it.”

“Without any Gilbert in it?” said Phil, going.

A world without any Gilbert in it! Anne repeated the words drearily. Would it not be a very lonely, forlorn place? Well, it was all Gilbert’s fault. He had spoiled their beautiful comradeship. She must just learn to live without it.

Anne of the Island - Gilbert Speaks, Chapter 20

[thithesandofferings]

  “Strength Training”

¶Pairing: Ichigo x Reader x White Ichigo:

¶Synopsis: Ichigo is known to be a little brass, but still very controlled. But sometimes, he just wants to let loose, he wants to see how far he can really go. Ichigo doesn’t know is own strength, but he’s very excited to experiment on you.

¶Tags: Overstimulation, Rough Sex, Biting, Marking, Overall Possessiveness, Mating Press, Hollow..sex?

Kinktober Masterlist

You know that Ichigo hasnt been around anyone weaker than you in a very very long time. And he doesnt mean to say that like its bad thing. Everyone around him is practically immortal.  Honestly, every time he talks about how "weak" you are, his get a tad darker. But its gone in a blink and you are confused if you even saw it. You even think you saw a tinge of yellow briefly. But you tried not to really think about it. 

But that was just poor foresight on your part. 

Because its so easy to forget how strong ichigo is. How he just..picks you up and softly manhandles you if you just happen to be in his way. Makes your thighs squeeze together so tightly when he picks you up by the waist and helps you grab that thing from the top shelf. He does it so often that he'll do it instinctively. Even around others. And will always have the audacity to blush and tell Renji to shut up when he teases him about it. 

One time you mentioned about your insecurity of maybe being heavy and the way Ichigo looks at you- as if you had insulted him, and says,

"I throw enemies 10 times the size of you with one hand, I doubt a few pounds will do anything to my physique" And you hope he doesnt catch the shiver trapping down your spine. 

What also makes it even worse is when his hollow comes around and snickers at you for it. Aiding in the torture that is ichigos strength. The hollow loves the thought of considering himself a Prince to you. Willing to carry you to the kitchen bridal style just so you can get a drink of water. You adore them both, and you dont mind getting carried, so you dont mind indulging them.

So when its movie night and midway you are lifted up into Ichigos lap, you think nothing of it. 

Until he starts kissing your neck and grinding up into you slowly. Making sure to grab your hips, with steady strong hands, strong enough to make sure you dont move. 

"You okay?" he whispers, its muttered fast, as if he's singularly being the only reason he's holding back. 

But you wouldnt mind if he did more. 

And so you that. And his grip becomes tighter 

Hands tugging and pulling a little too hard and youre a little struck surprised when squeezes your tits disrespectfully. He's usually so gentle, concentrating on you- always wanting you to come first. 

His hands are hot as he grabs on to rapidly moving downward until he pulls you closer, your back hitting his chest as he spreads your legs wider, hard enough to leave bruises. 

"Want more princess?" The gravel snickering makes you freeze. Huff out an astonished breath as a white hand close fully around your still clothed cunt. And the other gripping at your neck.  Cupping and squeezing as he waits for your surprise to abate. 

"I've seen how you look at me Princess, like you wanna see how someone like me can make you scream. And I can, beauty- you wont ever have to question it again." He squeezes your cheek and hes too eager and gripping too hard, but you moan regardless. The pain is divine. 

You have to try to sit up and clear your head while he's kissing down the back of your neck because 

"I-ichigo, what about-"

"You dont need to worry about King, he's right here- waiting. He's just decided that its about time to share his prize" The yellowed eyes and twisted mouth were definitely put upon in a pout. As if theyve been arguing about this for a while. 

"Think King just likes to tease me, making sure to call me every time you two fuck- to watch him slide his cock in you and not be able to touch you." You gasp as he wrestles you and flips you underneathe him. Its so easy for him to use his brute strength. Crowding your space and forcing you to wince and put your hands on the arm of the couch, with a gruff "keep them there" that oddly sounded like Ichigos voice, as he slides a slender finger inside of you. 

"Fuck youre already so wet, you wanted to fuck me? Couldnt wait until you got your hands on me huh, is it hot knowing that your boyfriend and I are one in the same- that we want the same thing?" He leans in further towards your lips, brushing them back and forth, grinning when he bites your lips so hard they bleed a little. 

"To ruin you. Throw you around and make you feel it."

"All wet and desperate just because im manhandling you."

"Ha. I doubt it, you both dont have the guts to even fuck me the way I want"

And maybe you should have kept your mouth closed, because you see a flash of both the Hollows and Ichigos eyes go gold and still. 

He grabs your jaw hard, forcing your mouth open to slide his hollow tongue into your throat, making you gag. The kiss is famished. Hot, and wet- messy. Saliva dripping down the side of your chin as you try run away. His laugh becoming maniacal, and he chases you and ruts his cock against you. Barely paying mind to the small ounce of clothing that your wearing, you can feel every part of his dick through his pants. Him only pausing to bite at your bloodied lips before shoving his tongue back down, iron filling your mouth. 

And you're starting to get whiny, you want him inside now. 

"So fucking cute, begging like that- cant believe he kept this from me."

The Hollow grumbles this as he sucks big dark bruises into your neck that sting. And from the looks of it, itll look like you've been mauled tomorrow when you see everyone. Ichigo looks pleased as punch at that thought. 

"You want it?" You can tell that its your orange haired lover at this point, but he is...different. Grabbing his cock and smacking it against your slit- hard. 

But you dont run, if anything you want more. Anticipation overriding any emotion as he slides your sleep shorts to the side. Humming and pinching your clit meanly making you squeal and try to close your legs. He holds your legs open so easily, no matter how much you struggle. And you hope you dont moan loud enough for him to hear how much that turned you on. 

He pins your hands harder above the couch, pushing them further down into the cushions, your readiness liable to kill you. 

Ichigo pauses for a moment, considering- before he completely rips open the crotch part of the sleeping shorts- leaving a gaping hole of fabric falling off. Him humming about how much better it is. About how much he wants to abuse your cute insides. Make it theirs so no one else will ever have to touch you again. 

He folds you in half, feet close to your ears, and he slides into you before you can even blink. Hole convulsing around you as he buries his dick deep. He's gritting his teeth as he shoves his cock into you, so hard its making you yelp. He's completely flushed, eyelashes fluttering and eyes flickering from Ichigo and hollow in blinks as he processes the pleasure. Groaning when he hits your spot perfectly over and over. 

Fucking Ichigo always feels like a warm river, nice and flowing and steady- sometimes changing- but comfortable, nonetheless. But it seemed today, he had an agenda, fucking into you without prep. It makes you choke on your own breath as pleasure and pain crash down on you tenfold. The maniacal laughter is the only thing that makes you remember that the hollow is still there. Making sure you feel wave after wave of pleasure. Not taking long to come crashing down. Screaming at how brutal and intense he's got you. 

"Such a good fucking hole. Fuck, youre gonna make me come already." He doesn’t mention that he plans to keep going until you’re fucked braindead, especially when you realize he hasn’t gone soft at all. Coming inside you and continuing to thrust, loving the way you cry out of oversensitivity and try to push him away. Ichigo grabs both your thighs and forces you closer, making sure you're encasing him fully in warm heat and it makes you scream at being filled so full and so fast again. 

"You can take it until i come right?"

[faithsbrightideas]

Oddly Enough - Part 1/?

Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Reader

Possible Tyler Galpin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Blood, possible curse words, typical Wednesday demeanor, bullying, jabs at nonverbal people…

Lmk if I missed anything!

Summary: Sisters, Wednesday and Y/n arrive at a new school meant for outcasts. Y/n is one that often surprises people due to the fact she’s known as a “mute”, but never about her healing abilities. Planning to escape Nevermore she comes across someone who makes her feel foreign feelings. The sisters come across more things making them intrigued with Nevermore.

I DO NOT OWN WEDNESDAY OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS! THIS IS JUST A TWIST ON THE STORYLINE OF THE SHOW!

Word count: 7,495

"One condition, we're not being separated," Wednesday bargained.

Principal Weems nodded with a slight smile. She then escorted us to our room, where our new roommate would be waiting. We walked in and I immediately saw what looked to be 'unicorn vomit' covering an entire half of the room. Including the windows.

"Hi! I'm Enid!" A cheery girl with short blonde hair all but ran over.

"Enid this is Wednesday and Y/n," Principal Weems smiled, "Well I'll let you two get settled in and say goodbye to your parents. Also Ms Thornhill will be in here later to discuss some matters."

As the door shut and I looked over seeing two beds and two desks side by side. My father and Pugsley putting our suitcases on the beds. After a few minutes of lurking around the room and Enid constantly talking about how great of friends we will all be, our parents had to take their leave. Wednesday and I went downstairs and saw them off.

"You girls are just going to love Nevermore as much as your father and I did," Our mother cooed and grabbed parts of our hair and rubbed it. Just as she always did since i could remember... twin things, i guess.

"Y/n, darling, please try and speak more while you're here. This is a place of love and acceptance to people with beautiful gifts! You don't need to hide from who you are!" Mother spoke softly.

I nodded. It's not that I don't speak, its that I don't like to. Why should people know things about me when they don't even care? They like knowing things to feed their own selfish addiction of gossip.

"Oh my little Scorpion and Viper! We will miss you so!" Our father came over and hugged us.

"Bye Y/n, bye Wednesday!" Pugsley said quite sadly.

"You wont last one day without us," Wednesday said.

"I'll miss you guys too," He said then they all got in the car and left.

Wednesday and I went back upstairs to unpack.

As Wednesday went to her suitcases and closet I couldn't help but stare at the monstrosity called a window.

"I can't take this Barbie nonsense anymore!" I huffed and grabbed the step ladder from my closet and went over to the window.

I divided it in half. Enid can have half and so can Wednesday and i, after all it is our room too. Wednesday came over to help after pulling out our typewriters.

"Sometimes, I believe you completely read my mind," She smirked.

As we were finishing Enid walked into the room and stomped over, "What the hell did you do to my room?"

I went over and started typing on my typewriter, completely ignoring Enid.

"Dividing our room equally," Wednesday replied kicking the pieces over to Enid side, "It looks like a unicorn vomited on your side."

Enid went to speak, but of course Wednesday interrupted saying, "Silence will be appreciated, this is our writing time."

"Your writing time?"

"We devote an hour a day to our novels. Y/n showed me your blog. Perhaps if you did the same, your blog might be coherent. I've read serial killer diaries with better punctuation," Wednesday said typing away.

I smirked softly, continuing to write.

"I write in my voice," Enid defended, "It's my truth, its what my followers love."

"Your followers are clearly imbeciles, they respond to your stories with insipid little pictures," Wednesday said getting up and going over to her.

"You mean emojis? It's how people express their feelings. I realize that's a foreign concept to you and your sister over there. She doesn't even speak," Enid said pointing at me.

Wednesdays face darkened at he hearing of her sister being brought up, "When I look at you the following emojis come to mind... rope, shovel, hole."

She came and sat back down.

"I wanted to let you know that there are two d's in Addams. If you're going to gossip about us, at least spell our names correctly," I said watching Enid's face turn to shock at the sound of my voice.

I went to turn around and continue my writing, but my ears were flooded with what i can only describe as torture, which would usually sound like music, but not this kind.

"Turn that off," Wednesday said as Enid started dancing to a horrid pop song.

"This is your last warning Barbie,". I got up and walked over to her.

"HA!" She shouted, claws coming out of her hands, i looked at them unamused, "Back off, this kitty's got claws and she's not afraid to use them!"

Someone entered the room and we all stood innocently. A woman with red hair and red shoes. Whom i can only assume to be Ms thornhill. As we were told she was to stop by.

"Sorry about the mud. I'm Ms Thornhill, your dorm mom," She laughed standing half and half noticing our room was divided, "Is this a bad time?"

She walked over, holding two black flowers and a smile that made me uncomfortable, "Apologies I wasn't able to greet you two when you arrived. I trust Enid has given you the good ol Nevermore welcome."

"She's been smothering us with hospitality. I hope to return the favor... in her sleep," Wednesday said.

I smirked as Enid's face looked slightly frightened trying to uphold her front.

"Well, here's a little welcome gift for the two of you from my conservatory," She said handing us the flowers, "I try to match the right flower to each to my girls. When i read your statements in your applications, i knew these would be perfect."

"Black dahlia's," I said knowingly.

"Oh you know it?"

"Of course, it's named after our favorite unsolved murder," Wednesday added.

"Thank you," I said.

"Okey-dokey. Before I leave i just want to go over a few rules. Lights off at 10, no loud music, and no boys... ever," She said.

"What's the story about going into the local town?" My sister asked, basically reading my mind.

"Passes to Jericho are a privilege, not a right. It's a brisk 25 minute walk, or there's a shuttle on the weekends. The people of Jericho are a bit weary of Nevermore so don't go around parading any outcast stereotypes. Which means keep your claws to yourself and no smothering people in their sleep," She explained.

Her eyes eventually landed on me, "Y/n, I read you statement and i understand you don't talk very often. I just want you to know at Nevermore its perfectly fine to be 100% authentic.  Get out and make some friends. Try and challenge yourself to get out there. You might be surprised," She said handing me a paper labeled 'extracurricular'.

I just looked at her through my lashes.

"Great talk." She smiled and then left.

I glared at Enid and walked back over to my desk.

"What do you see on there that would be most suitable for us?" Wednesday asked sitting at her own.

"Fencing," I simply stated.

*the next day*

Our uniforms were custom made for us and we were also given all black fencing uniforms. We started walking to where the coach was. People stopping to look at us, the freak show of the freaks. We finally got to the mat the coach was observing and one of the fencers fell to the ground.

He pulled off his mask and whined to the coach, "Coach, coach she tripped me."

"It was a clean strike Rowan," The coach said.

"Maybe if you whined less and practiced more you wouldn't suck," The dark skinned, blue eyed girl in front of us said.

The boy stood up and grabbed his glasses from the coach as the girl complained further, "Seriously coach, when am i gonna get some real competition? Anyone else wanna challenge me?"

"We do!"  Wednesday spoke.

"Oh, you two must me the mental escapees they let in," She smiled, obviously fake, "Funny they call you twins, you don't look too similar."

"And you must be the self appointed Queen Bee! Funny thing about bees, pullout their stingers and they drop dead," Wednesday said and i smirked.

'Ooh' was heard around the room as she scrunched her brows in defense, "Rowan doesn't need you to come to his defense, he's not help less, he's lazy."

"Are we doing this or not?" Wednesday asked.

"So which one of you to I get? The busy mouth or the mute?" The girl spoke.

I stepped up.

"Ahh... the mute," She smirked.

People began to gather around us.

"En garde!" The coach shouted as the match commenced.

We put our mask on and got into position. I struck first. She blocked it rather quickly, she came at me with another jab towards by body. Swinging the sword pushing hers away from me, she had me at the back of the mat. I knew exactly what to do as i ducked underneath her sword and struck her chest.

"Point, Y/n!" The coach declared.

We began again and this time i needed to back her up so I tried, swinging towards the left side of her body, she gained the upper hand and snuck her sword through getting my chest.

We both went to our side of the mats and took our masks off.

She smirked, "That first point was, clearly, beginners luck."

I sighed harshly and looked at Wednesday. She nodded.

"For the final point i would like to invoke military challenge.  No masks. No tips. Winner draws first blood," I spoke so everyone could hear.

'Ooh's were heard as the queen-bee was looking quite shocked.

"So it does speak," She huffed.

"It's your decision Bianca," Coach said.

Bianca. That's her name.

(If you have brown/black hair and brown/ dark eyes then this is the next line)

"Lets see if you bleed in black and white," She smirked.

(If you have lighter hair and/or eyes this is the next line)

"Lets see if we can add a bit more colour to this rain cloud," She smirked.

We threw down our masks and i ran at her striking first. She ducked and swung at my feet, i jumped dodging it easily. She took the time to stand and i spun moving to her right to swing again. She blocked it just in time. I grunted and pushed as hard a I could bringing her to the floor. I ran doing a quick aerial over her sword, followed by a swung with my foot towards her ankles. Tripping her would've been a great lead, but agility was on her side. I did a back flip over her leg as she tried to reciprocate the gesture. I swung and just as quickly a last slash was taken at me. I felt a sudden sting to my forehead. She smirked and I touched where the pain came from, with a neutral face of course. Bringing my fingers down, blood. Interesting. I lost.

(If you have brown/black hair and brown/ dark eyes then this is the next line)

"Your face finally got that splash of colour it so desperately needed," She smiled triumphantly.

(If you have lighter hair and eyes this is the next line)

"Too bad you can't share some of that colour with your sister," She smiled triumphantly.

"Enjoy your fed ego while it lasts," Wednesday said.

"You should go to the infirmary," The coach pushed us along.

I sat there with an even more emotionless expression on my face. A bandaid was carefully placed on my wound. Wednesday watched intently.

I rolled my eyes, ripped the bandaid off and ran my hand over the wound. It healed immediately. I looked in the mirror on the bedside table.

"Should've healed it back in there so we could've knocked her ego down a few pegs," Wednesday muttered.

"You're the Addam's twins, right? Y/n and Wednesday?" I heard from behind me.

I stood up and turned around. Both our faces matched.

He inhaled uncomfortably, "Rowan... I know how you feel."

"I guarantee you don't," I shot back.

"My mother told me I'd finally fit in somewhere. Didn't know it was possible to be an outcast in a school full of outcasts, but it looks like you're gonna give me a run for my money," He laughed.

I huffed and grabbed my coat leaving the infirmary. My sister on my tail. We both instinctively turned around looking at the water dispenser, then back at each other. We put on our coats and she opened the umbrella as it was raining. We both paused and looked up, a gargoyle began falling. We both calmly sat there, waiting for our demise.

"Y/N! WEDNESDAY!" A voice rang and then I hit the ground.

I groaned and looked at Wednesday,  unconscious.

"Wednesday?!" I shouted shaking her.

"Lets get her to the infirmary," The boy who saved us said.

The nurse assessed her and told us she would be alright. Although I could heal the bump on her head I couldn't bring her into consciousness.

I sat in the chair next to my sisters bedside as the boy pulled up a chair. He just sat there looking at me with... curiosity?

"Why are you staring at me?"

"I'm just trying to figure you out. What you're thinking," he explained.

"I'm feeling a mixture of rage, pity and self disgust... I've never felt that way before," I mumbled looking back at my sister, feeling incredibly uncomfortable talking to him.

"Yeah, losing to Bianca has that effect on people," He said.

"Then i saw that gargoyle coming down on us and i thought, at least I'd have a imaginative death. Then you tackled us out of the way," I continued, "Why?"

"Call it instinct," He said.

"So you were guided by latent chivalry, the tool of the patriarchy, to extract our undying gratitude?" Wednesday said sitting up as if nothing had happened.

"Mm-hmm. You know most people just say thank you," He said.

"I didn't want to be rescued," Wednesday declared.

"So I should've just let that thing smash you to mush?"

"I would've rather we just save ourselves... but thank you," I intruded.

He smiled softly at me, "Good to see you two haven't changed. If it makes you feel any better, lets just say i returned the favor. You probably don't remember me. Xavier Thorpe. Last time we met i was about two feet shorter, forty pounds heavier."

"What happened?" Wednesday asked.

"Puberty, i guess."

"I mean what happened the last time we met?" She clarified.

I bit back a chuckle.

He looked at me then bashfully at the ground, "Oh, uh... it was my godmothers funeral. Apparently, she was friends with your grandmother and they spent their 20's together in Europe, swindling the rich and notorious. I don't know, we were ten, and we were bored. We decided to play hide and seek. I had the bright idea to hide in her casket. I got stuck as it was headed to the crematorium."

"I had heard muffled screams," I smiled faintly pointing at Wednesday recalling the day perfectly.

"I had just figured your godmother had cheated death and was trying to claw her way out," Wednesday added.

"Either way you hit the big red stop button and saved me from being flame-broiled. So... now were even," He said.

"Actually, Y/n was the one that hit the button. I was going to leave you in there. The thought of the screams excited me," Wednesday said looking at me.

Xavier looked and smiled at me with a nod. I drew my attention to the ground once more.

"What happened to your cut?" He pointed to my forehead.

"Let's just say, I'm built different," I smirked.

*The next day*

I went down to the student supply office to grab some more paper for our typewriters. Later today we're being forced to go see the town shrink. Because feeling more than my entire family wasn't enough i have to go to a therapist who forces me to talk, not only about my feelings, but talk in general. I collected a few packages of printer paper and a few cartridges of ink. I backed out of the office closing the door behind me. Turning to go back to my dorm i ran into someone, the stacks of supplies hitting the ground.

"Y/n! I'm so sorry," I saw a mop of brown hair bend down in front of me and helped me pick up the supplies.

Xavier stood in front of me with a soft smile handing me the belongings.

"Thanks," I mumbled taking the stuff back.

"Do you need some help?" Xavier asked.

I shook my head, seeing as how he also had a handful of stuff. A couple of sketchbooks to be exact.

"Umm.." He started awkwardly, "You busy today?"

"Wednesday and i have to go into Jericho in a bit," I explained.

"For what?"

"The court ordered therapy sessions. I wasn't even the one to put the pirahanas in the pool," I mumbled the last part.

He laughed quite shocked, "Yeah i heard about that, rumors, y'know?"

"Very much so. You draw?" I asked.

"Yeah, a little, i guess," He shrugged looking at his sketchbook.

I held out my freehand to the sketchbook and he reluctantly handed it to me.

I put down my supplies and looked through the drawings; insects, little animals, instruments.

"Watch this," He said taking the sketchbook back and waving his hand over the page.

The butterfly that was on the page came out and began flying around. Honestly, I was astounded. I was hoping it didn't show too much on my face. The butterfly flew around my head and landed on my nose. I saw him smiling at me. He knew. My face went back to normal and I swiped my hand aggressively at the butterfly, making it disappear. He laughed.

"Hey are you going to the Harvest festival this weekend?" He asked.

"How fun, playing stupid carnival games where couples go to win pathetic little plushies. I'd rather be strung up by my toes and left to slowly be picked at by wildlife, but it's mandatory, remember?" I said with zero emotion.

He laughed, "Right, maybe we could play a few games together?"

I gave him a suspicious look, picked up my stuff, and then walked past him to my dorm.

I walked back into my dorm and saw Wednesday there with, "Thing?"

He waved.

"Mother and father sent Thing to spy on us, but he has pledged his undying loyalty to us. First order of business... break out of here," She suggested.

"Right with you sister."

The clock read 1:00. Wednesday and I started getting ready for our therapy session. We grabbed our bags and I put Thing into mine along with some extra belongings, essentials to running away. We went out and met Ms Weems and got into her car and drove to Jericho.

We pulled up to a building and she pointed saying, "Dr Kinbotts office is on the second floor. Other Nevermore students swear by her."

"And you'll be waiting here until we're  done?"

"Perhaps afterwards we can stop by Weathervane for hot chocolate," She suggested with a smile.

"Principal Weems, this feeble attempt at bonding is beneath you," Wednesday said getting out of the car and I followed, "and chauffeuring your students around is clearly below your pay grade."

"Given the history of you two, I'm sure you're intent on running away. I'm here to prevent that from happening."

"Good luck," I said slamming the door.

"Hopefully it'll be one at a time, so one of us can escape from the window and the other discreetly from the door," I said.

"Meet at the Weathervane?" She asked, I nodded.

"Hi girls! You must be Y/n and Wednesday," Dr Kinbott looked between the two of us, "How about we start with Wednesday."

Wednesday walked away holding 5 fingers behind her back to me. Meaning five minutes maximum.

They disappeared into the room and I began looking for an exit.

"How simple," I mumbled to myself seeing a back door.

I walked out and made my way to the Weathervane. I was given a small map of the town. Thankfully the town is compact.

I walked inside and up to the counter where a boy was messing with a broken machine.

"Holy crap!" He shouted obviously startled by my presence, "Do you make a habit of scaring the hell out of people?"

"It's more of a hobby," I replied.

"You go to Nevermore, didn't realize they changed up the uniform," He said.

"I need two quads over ice, its an emergency," He just stared at me, "It's 4 shots of espresso."

"Yeah, I know what a quad is, but spoiler alert, the espresso machine is having a seizure, so all we have is drip," He said with a cringe.

"But drip is for people who hate themselves and know their lives have no real purpose or meaning," I said.

The boy looked over at the man pouring himself a cup of drip coffee, the man put the cup down and walked away shamefully.

"What's wrong with your machine?" I asked looking too.

"It's a temperamental beast with a mind of its own, and it doesn't help that the instructions are in Italian," He said looking them over, confused.

I walked around the counter and grabbed the book reading the instructions, "I need a tri-win screwdriver and a four-millimeter Allen wrench."

"You read Italian?"

"Of course. It's the native tongue of Machiavelli. Here's the deal, I'm going to fix your coffee machine, then you're going to make my coffee and call me a taxi," I said.

"Uh, no taxis in Jericho... try Uber?"

"I don't have a phone. I refuse to be a slave to technology," I explained fixing the machine.

"Then you're out of luck. Where are you going anyway?"

"That's on a need-to-know basis... you have a valve issue. I've seen it before," I explained, thankful it was an easy fix.

"Weird... you have one of these monsters at home?"

"Steam powered guillotine, my sister and I built it when we were ten," I said, "We wanted to decapitate our dolls more efficiently."

"Sure, Grim Reaper Barbie... makes perfect sense," he said weirded out.

The steam stopped.

"Thanks. I never met a Nevermore kid who got their hands dirty," He said putting the lid back onto the machine.

"I'm Tyler, by the way. I never got your name, or is that on a need-to-know basis too?"

I opened my mouth to say my name, "Y/n!"

I turned and saw my sister, "Wednesday."

"There's two of you? You don’t look too similar," Tyler flinched, looking between us.

"I've been trying to find a way out of here. No taxi's, nearest train is 30 minutes away, and I just fixed the coffee machine," I explained.

"Good work sister. Took me forever to escape that prison, she doesn't back down easily," Wednesday huffed.

Tyler looked quite frightened, I huffed, "Not an actual prison."

"Well I'll tell you what Y/n, to show my appreciation, how about I drive you to Burlington?"

"Perfect, put those quads in to-go cups," I said turning to walk away.

"But I don't get off work for another hour," He explained.

"I'll sweeten the pot," Wednesday said holding up $20.

"Twenty whole dollars... tempting, but no," He said quite sarcastically.

"I'll make it forty," She said pulling another $20 out.

"Listen, Wednesday, one fun fact about me... I can't be bought, so either wait, or find someone else to drive you," He explained.

She huffed and walked away to a booth and I looked at Tyler, then followed her.

"I had a vision. Did you see the man with the pick up truck full of apples?" She said, I nodded, "He gets into a serious accident and breaks his neck."

I was about to reply when three boys saw us and smirked, entering the shop.

"Trouble," I mumbled.

"What's a couple of Nevermore freaks doing out in the wild?" One said.

"This is our booth," said another.

"Why are you dressed like religious fanatics?" Wednesday asked.

"We're pilgrims," The leader said like it was obvious.

"Potato, po-tah-to," She replied.

"We work at pilgrim world," He said slamming a brochure on the table.

"It takes a special kind of stupid to devote an entire theme park to zealots responsible for mass genocide," I said looking it over.

"My dad owns pilgrim world! Who are you calling stupid?" He said aggressively.

"If the, buckled, shoe fits," Wednesday added pushing the brochure back to him.

"Guys, back off," Tyler cam over and grabbed one of their shoulders.

"Stay out of this, Galpin!"

"Yeah, stay out of this," I said standing up, Wednesday followed.

"So tell me, freaks, you ever been with a normie?"

"We've never found ones that could handle us," Wednesday spoke, then after a couple seconds added, "Boo."

He flinched back and his friend grabbed her shoulder. I turned grabbed his arm and punched him in the stomach. He hunched over clutching it. Another one took a swing, we ducked and he punched his friend in the face. Wednesday grabbed one by the arm, twisting it and shoved him into another. The guy I punched in the stomach finally recovered and swung at me, I dodged his uncontrollable rage with ease. My turn, I spun around and did a 360 crescent. Kicking the boy in the face. All three were on the ground, groaning in pain. I smirked.

"So where did you learn those king fu moves?" Tyler asked wearily coming over to us.

"Our Uncle taught us. He spent 5 years in a Tibetan Monastery," Wednesday explained.

"Was he a monk?" Tyler asked looking at us.

"Prisoner," I said looking at him.

Just then an officer walked in, "Tyler what the hell is going on in here?"

"Dad... umm, they were harassing some customers, they put them in their place," Tyler explained smiling softly at us, clearly impressed.

"These little things took down three boys? Did you help?" The officer asked.

"Dad, I swear, I wasn't involved," Tyler explained.

"Weems," I said to Wednesday.

She looked at the boys on the floor, "Apologies sheriff, these two slipped away from me. Come on Addams girls, it's time to go."

"Wait a minute..." The sheriff said suspicious, "You're an Addams? Don't tell me Gomez Addams is your father? That man belongs behind bars for murder. Guessing the apples don't fall far from the tree. I'm keeping my eye on you girls."

     "Okay," Weems said guiding us out of the coffee shop.

     We got in the car and began driving.

    "Your first day and you two are already on sheriff Galpin's radar. Wish I could say I'm surprised," She said through gritted teeth

    "What did he mean about our father?" I asked looking at her from the passenger seat.

    "I have no idea, but a word of advice... stop making enemies and start making a few friends, you're going to need them. Y/n, you could definitely put your gift to use, helping out in the infirmary," She said bitterly.

    My mouth hung agape as we approached an accident, exactly what Wednesday described to me.

    "Looks like an accident. I hope the drivers okay," She said examining the wreck.

    "He's dead. He broke his neck," Wednesday said from the back.

    "How can you tell from this angle?" Principal Weems asked curiously eyeing Wednesday from the rear view mirror.

    *Later that evening*

    Wednesday and I decided to break out our instruments and practice, hers being the cello, mine being the guitar. We wrote this piece when we were 12, using it as a tool to help us feel better. Thing climbed onto the stand holding our sheet music, turning the page when need be. We played the song together, not realizing we caught so much attention from listening ears in the distance, when we were done we both sighed. Thing tapped on the paper asking how were feeling now.

    "I don't know about you, but I'm not feeling any better," I said honestly.

    "Same. There's just something wrong about this place. Not just because it's a school," Wednesday said thinking about what it could be.

    Enid came out onto the balcony with us, "How did you get those things out the window?"

    "We had an extra hand," I said tuning my guitar a bit.

    Thing waved at her from atop the sheet music.

    "Woah," She said uncomfortably, "Where's the rest of him?"

    "Its one of the great Addams family mysteries," Wednesday said looking over the sheet music.

    I grabbed Thing and a marker writing the information on his palm. Thing jumped down and went back inside, making his way to Tyler Galpin's home, Enid looking at him almost disgusted.

    In the distance we heard wolves howling, it being a full moon tonight. Enid looked into the distance sadly.

    "Aren't you a wolf? Why aren't you wolfing out?" I asked.

    "Because I can't," She showed us her claws, painted rainbow, "It's all I got. My mom says some wolves are just late bloomers, but I've been to the best Lycanologyst, I had to fly to Milwaukee, would you believe that? Yeah, she says there's a chance I may never... y'know."

    "What happens then?" I asked placing my guitar on its stand and standing up, crossing my arms listening intently.

    "I become a lone wolf," She explained.

    Wednesday placed her cello down and joined us on the balcony edge, not quietly as she said, "Sounds perfect."

    "Are you kidding me? My life would be officially over. I'd be kicked out of my family pack with no prospect of finding a mate," Enid said obviously heartbroken.

    "I'm failing into see the problem here," Wednesday said.

    "I could die alone," She said as if it was obvious.

    "We all die alone, Enid,"I said matter of factly.

    "You two really suck at cheering people up," She started crying.

    "Why are you crying?" Wednesday asked uncomfortably.

    "Because I'm upset. Haven't you ever cried or are you above that too?" She shot at her.

    Wednesday began telling the story of when we were six and we took our pet Nero out for a stroll. Some kids killed him. That day she and I swore to never cry again.

    "Tears don't fix anything, so we vowed to never do it again," I explained to Enid.

    "Your secret is safe with me, I still think you're incredibly weird though," Enid said to us.

    "The feeling is incredibly mutual," I said.

    "How would you like your single room back? You just need to show us how to use your computer," I asked her.

    She perked up and nodded.

    I sat down, Wednesday next to me as Tylers information popped up on the screen. I froze trying to remember what Enid said, quickly hitting the space bar, answering the call.

    His faced looked quite shocked, in an uncomfortable way, "Uh... hi."

    "That's Thing," I told him.

    "Is he, like, your pet?"

    I know Thing flipped him off, Wednesday added, "He's sensitive."

    "Look, I know Nevermore is ground zero for all things weird, but this is next level. So what happened to not wanting to be a slave to technology?" Tyler asked.

    "Desperate times call for desperate measures," I said, "Are you still willing to help us?"

    "After what happened today, I figured they'd have you two in solitary," He said.

    "There's the Harvest Festival this weekend, attendance is mandatory. We're going to use it as a cover. If you're still willing to drive us to the train station, we can make it worth your while," Wednesday bargained.

    "I'm in," He said, seeming sad? "And no charge. Consider it a freebie."

    "Why?" She asked him.

    "Because I wish I was going with you. At least a couple of us will get out of this hellhole town," He said sadly.

After a moment of silence, I decided it was too uncomfortable for me.

    "Great. Now how do you hang up?" I asked looking at the keys.

*At the Harvest Festival*

    Enid, Wednesday and I walked through the crowds of people.

    "We need to find Galpin, avoiding any and all disgusting colorful con artists," I said looking around for Tyler.

    "You mean the people running the booths? They're just trying to make some money," Enid defended.

    "Cheating people out of money by rigging the games, who knew?" I said looking over at a boy losing miserably at what seems to be a very easy win.

    Finally Wednesday spotted Tyler, his dad definitely didn't like seeing us as we heard Tyler say, "Dad, I didn't know they were gonna be here."

    "Are you sure you can trust that normie?" Enid asked.

"I trust that we can handle ourselves," I bluntly stated.

"Well, good luck and safe travels," She said going in for hugs, we took a step back, "Still not huggers, got it."

She smiled and walked away.

"Weems," Wednesday muttered, "Split up, she can't watch both of us at once."

I nodded and walked to the right, she went left. Weems smiled at us.

"Creepy," I muttered.

I walked around a bit, seeing a dart game. I looked around and then picked up some darts, throwing them at the target. Popping balloon after balloon, not missing a single one.

"Geez, you get any better at this, you're going to be taking home a whole… pack," Xavier said leaning on the counter watching me.

"Pandas don't travel in packs, they prefer their solitude," I said throwing another dart.

"Okay, subtle hint taken," He said.

I looked over at him, seeing how he wasn't going to walk away any time soon, "You should know I'm waiting for someone."

"Oh yeah? Who's the lucky guy.... Or girl? Your sister? Unusual seeing you two apart," He asked.

"My sister and I will be meeting later," I spoke throwing my last dart.

Suddenly Wednesday came up to me, "Behind the parking lot after the fireworks start."

I nodded and she walked away. I look behind Xavier seeing her walk over and say something to Tyler. Xavier followed my gaze, his jaw clenched.

"Waiting for Galpin?" He asked, tone slightly judgmental.

"Nope," I said as the guy put a giant panda on the counter in front of me.

Xavier smiled and looked between me and the panda. I grabbed it with an eye roll and clutched it in my arms.

"What happened to hanging by your toes, getting slowly picked at by wildlife?"  He smiled walking towards me.

I opened my mouth to speak when I heard a small voice yell, "Ooo mommy! I want a panda like hers!"

The mother, trying to convince the child otherwise, stopped when I walked over and offered it to them, she eyed me a bit, until I said, "She can have it. Seems like she needs it more than I do."

The little girl squealed and hugged the panda, "Thank you, miss!" 

The mother thanked me and they began walking towards the parking lot.

I turned around to see Xavier looking at me with a wide, surprised smile, "What?"

"You just continue to surprise me," He shook his head.

I looked over and saw Principal Weems smiling at the two of us, I needed to get her off my back, "Listen, I'm willing to take you up on your offer."

He smirked and nodded his head in the direction of more games, "Awesome, lets go!"

We walked up to a game where you squirt water on the dot and race other people. I gave him a look like 'really'.

"Come on, Y/n! This one is my favorite!"

I sighed taking a hold of the water gun. The clerk counted down beginning the race, I won.

"Here you go!" He said handing me a small plush spider.

"I gotta step up my game, if I'm going to be competing against you," He laughed.

We walked away making sure not to be in others way and I examined the spider.

"Do you like it?" Xavier asked with a small smile.

I looked up at him cautiously, "I don't hate it, but I still don't see the point."

"There is no point, it's just for fun. Making memories, spending time with people you care about, a stuffed animal may not seem like much, but the memories that come when you look at it is the purpose," He explained.

I tilted my head and looked at him. An indescribable feeling erupted in my chest, I tried hard to identify it. The closest thing I could think of was admiration. But he would never know that if I could help it.

"What a unique perspective, Thorpe," I said softly smiling, so much so I could tell he was fighting to see it.

I looked over and saw cotton candy. I've never had it before. I scrunched my eyebrows together watching the maker twist it onto the cone.

Xavier looked over at what I was looking at and chuckled, "Do you want some?"

I averted my gaze back to him, "I don't know, I've never had it."

He seemed almost offended, "This is unacceptable."

He then grabbed my hand and pulled me over, he picked out a blue one and pulled me over to a table.

"Here you go," He smiled handing me the sugary substance.

I furrowed my bows and picked a small piece off. I examined it in my fingers and looked back up at Xavier. He was smiling like a little kid at Christmas, bouncing his knee in excitement. I slowly put the fluffy candy into my mouth. It instantly dissolved. I flinched.

He laughed, "Are you okay? How is it?"

"Besides the instant sugar rush and the possibility of being boarder-line diabetic, its quite delicious," I said taking some more, then offering some to him.

"Y'know... you're quite different when you aren't with Wednesday. All anyone could say about you was you don't talk. You also didn't talk at all the first time we met," He confessed.

"Well, I fully believe actions speak louder than words. Besides why should undeserving people know what's going on inside my head? Why should they know my needs and desires?" I explained.

"And what would those be? If you don't mind me asking..."

"I have everything I need," I shrugged eating more of the cotton candy.

"But what about what you want?" He urged curiously, scooting closer to me.

"When are you going to be done picking at my brain?" I asked with a raised brow.

He smiled and shook his head, "Never. I aspire to know you."

I felt heat rise to my cheeks, I couldn't understand what was happening. Unusual and uncomfortable foreign feeling. Good thing I'm leaving.

"What do you usually draw?" I asked turning the attention off me, hoping my face wasn't as red as it feels.

"My dreams. Or just whatever I have my mind on," He explained sheepishly picking at the almost finished cotton candy.

"How long have you known about your ability?"

"About 6 years, started when I was ten, and I really got into art. It's my safe space. What about yours?" He raised a brow, "We both know that cut didn't heal naturally that quickly."

"You caught me, I have healing abilities. Discovered them about a year or so ago. Wednesday and I had a run in with some bullies from our last school, they ganged up on us, in the middle of defending ourselves one of them pulled a knife out and slashed down my arm. As I put my hand over it to stop the bleeding it just healed. No more pain, no more blood, just vanished," I explained.

He looked quite concerned, "Well you have such a gift, you could help many people with it."

I shrugged.

"So... how do you and Wednesday know Galpin?" He said slowly, his jaw clenched.

"I fixed his coffee machine the other day when I escaped my therapy session. What's it to you?" I asked curiously.

He shrugged and looked down at the ground.

"You don't like him," I stated.

"He's bad news," Xavier admitted.

I opened my mouth to press further, but I realized fireworks had been going off.

I stood up rather quickly, "I have to go."

"Oh, okay, well... thanks for spending time with me," He smiled sadly.

"Ditto," I nodded with a small smile and ran to where I was supposed to meet Wednesday and Tyler.

Thankfully they were still standing there. Wednesday held a police file. Assuming it was my fathers.

"Our train leaves in an hour, we’re burning moon light," I pressed on.

"Where have you been?" Wednesday asked as we started walking towards his car.

"I was with...." I looked at Tyler, "Someone."

"Who?" She asked.

"Xavier," I said bluntly, but coming to an abrupt stop seeing those three boys from the coffee shop, holding bats.

"Come on, we can lose them in the crowd," Tyler said pulling at my hand, Wednesday already making a break for it.

As we got almost all the way through, I turned around, Wednesday right next to me. Rowan ran into her and she stiffed.

"Wednesday!" I gasped catching her before she hit the ground.

"Is she okay?" Tyler asked.

She finally came out of it and immediately looked at Rowan.

"Y/n, Wednesday, we need to go! Come on!" Tyler grabbed at us.

I knew better though, so Wednesday and I gave each other a look and ran after Rowan. He took off running.

"Rowan! Come back!"

We chased him for a good long while into the he woods, when he finally stopped, sucking on his inhaler, he groaned in frustration, "What!? Why are you following me!?"

"I don't have time to explain, but you're in danger," Wednesday said.

He smiled a sickening smile, "I think you've got it backwards."

Using his telekinesis he shot us back into a tree, groaning in pain as my body hit the bark.

"You two are the ones in danger."

"What're you doing?" I asked.

"Saving everyone from you. I have to kill you."

"The gargoyle! That was you?" I put the pieces together.

He nodded with a crazy look in his eye.

"Its always the quiet ones, no offense Y/n," Wednesday muttered.

Using his gift he showed us a picture of us standing in the courtyard.

"You want to kill us over some dumb picture?" I asked obviously in shock.

"My mother drew that picture 25 years ago when she was a student at Nevermore. She was a powerful Seer, told me about it before she died."

"Rowan, put us down!" Wednesday demanded.

"No! My mother said it was my destiny to stop these girls if they ever came to Nevermore because they will destroy the school and everyone in it," He said aggressively tightening his grips on our throats with his telekinesis.

Wednesday kept saying his name over and over again, trying to reason with him. I closed my eyes fighting for breath. I felt the grip go away completely. I heard a loud growl. I opened my eyes to see a giant monster grab ahold of Rowan. We fell to the ground, looking up only to see the beast claw at his stomach numerous times, his screams finally stopped. The monster took a look at us and ran away. Wednesday and I looked ay each other in fear and then crawled over to Rowan.

I put my hands over his wounds, trying my best to heal them, but once the person has passed, its useless, "He's gone."

The picture Rowan had fell onto his chest. Wednesday and I looked at each other, then the picture. We knew what we had to do, and that involved staying at Nevermore. We left Rowan’s body and went to tell the sheriff. We ran into Bianca and she went to get help. I only saw black afterwards.

Later that night we were expecting a call in our crystal ball from our parents, we were overlooking fathers case file and the picture. Trying to sort out a plan and fit puzzle pieces together.

"Hello my little black clouds!" Father spoke.

"How was your first week at Nevermore?" Mother asked.

My sister and I made eye contact, unsure of how much detail to give. We narrowly avoided death twice, discovered that our father may be a murderer, learned that we could potentially destroy the school, and was mysteriously saved by a homicidal monster.

"As much as it pains me to say, I think you were right mother." Wednesday said.

“I think we’re going to love it here,” I said looking at Wednesday.

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Casey J in G?F

More info dump? Yes sir – but this time I'm gonna talk mainly about our beloved Casey j. We all know and love our future boy and wish him the very best life that he can have after all that he went through – BUT – I can't stop thinking about the fact that – he will need probably a looong time to actually settle in, even if he will learn the way of "the simple life of a teenager" – this boy still lost – literally everyone but he also gained them all back – but different – they wont be the same people he once knew because they wont go through the same things – even if their key thing will stay – they still wont be the people he once knew – but they will probably look like them the more they grow up and how difficult is to let go of something when that very something is right Infront of your eyes but  different ? or the survival guilt he must be dealing with? I personally think – he would want to love the simple – less stressful life – but wont be able to – even if he would try to work through his trauma and all – it not something he will ever be able to shake completely - sure he might leave to see the world one day, alone or with someone, and he will get the chance to see thew world he fought tooth and nail to save – and slowly but surely he would learn to love this place, even with it bitter moments. now here it's where I come with Yummi eheh their relationship is actually my favorite – (sorry Leo <3 I love you with all my heart) because – as I see it – When Baby Yummi first joins their family, Casey gets to witness a very familiar behavior from the fam, the parental behavior from Leo, the uncley vibes from the turtles, this baby is basically plays a similar role that was belongs to him back in his time line – he will be a little bit distance from her in the beginning, not on purpose it will just happen- they will share their sweet moments here and there but very few in her first couple of years – until she learns to walk and talk enough that when she gets really clingy to his specifically so he plays along, he really do cares for her, its just – hard- after everything , but then – they share a small moment when she asks him if he's going to join them to some place, he says no cause of reasons, so she claims she won't go either and when asking her why – cause she was so excited to go she will say she wants to go with him cause its always much more fun when he's around – she doesn’t even gives to it much attention, she probably draws or something, but Casey – he think about it a little bit more, Yummi wasn’t present in his time line – she can't because she was created as a result of the Kraang invasion and defeat, and although he saw the world met people that nowadays are alive instead of dead or surviving, saw kids that got the chance to grow up and be born at all – he wasn’t really closed to all that – and maybe that why he didn’t felt a connection to this reality yet? He's always around the people who sometimes he sees the ghost of their past? Other? Self? And he loved them to death don’t get me wrong, but Yummi specifically (up to this point of the story) is the only very closed person to him who doesn’t have "another version of". Casey had to learn to love the world his whole family knew and tried to fight back to save it – but he never had that connection to that world, he was a little bit to stuck in the past, to focus on the ghost of people that wont ever be that it was hard for him to love the present that they all gave him. So – this kid – that little gremlin is one of his first connections to this reality that doesn’t rely on something from his timeline – if that makes sense? It makes sense to me lol. Casey's 20's are ups and down, but from this point forward – I think he will find it much easier to breathe and be present in this timeline. maybe part 2 someday – cause their relationship get's a serious twist when its revealed  and Yummi is part Kraang lol (here are scracps of a comic i worked on but will never finish - it takes place after Yummi's whole - Kraang arc)