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Hello hello!! You're probably swamped with asks, but if you have the time and energy, you should do a slow burn Alastor x reader set in the 1920s where the reader is a performer at mimzys speakeasy and that's where Alastor goes to chose his victims. He sees the reader for the first time and immediately thinks that they are his next victim but he keeps getting thwarted by small incidents, such as the reader leaving early and him barely missing his chance. After a while he notices small things about them and their personality after sort of observing them, and then they meet and he loses his interest in killing them. Of course the slow burn happens, the drama ensues, he's still a killer but keeps it a secret and then after a while the reader finds out. You can choose if you want a happy ending or not, but I had that idea in my mind and your one of the only writers I see that could do it justice. Thanks for sharing your talents!!! Your amazing and gifted in ways that inspire everyone who interacts with your blog🫶🫶🫶

A/N You’re literally so sweet?? Wtf?? I love you?? Thank you??? I hope you like what I did with this fun and fluffy idea!!! ahhhhhh!!!! also, I am running with the ambiguity of the ending. I am such a little slut for ambiguity.

Burn (Human!Alastor x Human!Gn!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: SLOW BURN. SLOW. BURNING IMAGERY. A LITTLE OVER THE TOP ON THE BURNING IMAGERY THING. Dead bodies, blood, murder, killing, mentions of stalking. This one got away from me a bit.

Word Count: 4,197

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Ravenous, that was the word. Not in the way where everything dissolves, leaving only the object of your affection. Not in the way that someone is controlled by desire. Hungry in the way fire eats paper, in the way kindling catches light. Starved in the way that leads to a progressive repeated sense of the word, a starving. A constant state of being famished that turns into a well loved and cared for blaze. Alastor burned.

The box of matches pulled from the pocket had been Alastor going to the bar, all those months before. Nearly a year now, once he sat and really thought about it. He had been going to Mimzy's little speakeasy on the outskirts of town since it had been just that, a little speakeasy on the outskirts of town rather than the full fledged, illegal club she ran today.

Back when it was a speak easy, there had never been a problem. On that fateful day, though he hadn't known it then, the club had changed its form. It had become the kindling. Sitting down at the table had been pulling a match from the box and Y/n.... Y/n had been the rough hewn striker paper he lit it on. It was all so obvious now, looking back. The expression 'hindsight is 20/20' existed for a reason.

So, Alastor had entered the club (matchbox out of pocket). As soon as Mimzy had spotted him, she had run over with a bright smile and a glass of whiskey on the house as always. Alastor had always liked Mimzy. She was wild and positively hilarious when she wanted to be but, at the same time, she had a good head for business. Her morals were just wobbly enough that Alastor felt comfortable with her, a camaraderie he felt with no other.

The lights had gone down suddenly and Mimzy, cutting herself off mid sentence, had turned to the stage in excitement.

"Good show tonight?" Alastor had asked.

Alastor never came to Mimzy's club for the music. She knew he didn't care, not really. Still, he had the curtesy to ask and so, she whipped back towards him.

"You betcha." she grinned up at him, "I just got this new kid? Came from all the way up north, can you believe that? Anyway, they have a set of pipes like you wouldn't believe! Just the bees knees, I tell you."

Grabbing Alastor's arm, Mimzy dragged him to a table by the stage. Alastor sat down across from her (match from the box) with an air of mild reluctance. Mimzy tapped her hands on the table impatiently.

A spot light flickered on and a scrawny young kid stepped onto the stage. He couldn't be much younger than Alastor or Mimzy themselves but he was one of those people that always look younger than they are. He had been working for Mimzy for a while now but, Alastor had never bothered to learn his name. He was simply 'Mimz's Manager' in his view of the world. The kid cleared his throat, leaning in towards the microphone which had been placed at center stage.

"How are we feeling out there tonight?" he asked the room at large and there had been a miscellaneous cheer from the room at large, "Well that's good to hear! We've got a real treat for you tonight folks. All the way from the Big Apple, we bring you, Y/n!"

The kid left the stage and a new figure stepped out from the shadows (revelation of match striker paper). The minute Alastor saw them, in the well cut suit that shone dark in the light, he knew. They were perfect. Slim, but not too fit and shorter than he was. Morally ambiguous enough in their aims that they had come running from New York to work at a speakeasy. This 'Y/n,' if that was even their real name, was his ideal next victim. Alastor smiled in the dim light as somewhere off stage, a piano began to play.

"I'll be loving you, always" the person sang and Alastor was taken aback.

Mimzy had been right. He had never heard a voice like it before. They sang with an emotional depth that could be heard from few. Somehow, they still managed to keep it sounding like music.

"When the things you plan Need a helping hand I will understand, always, always"

Mimzy leaned across the table to Alastor, her eyes alight.

"What did I tell you?" she whispered.

Alastor nodded his head to the side in vague agreement.

"Not for just an hour Not for just a day"

When they finished their set a half hour later, it was to raucous applause. The house lights raised and with them, Mimzy stood from her chair.

"I'll be back in two shakes." she promised before disappearing off into the crowd.

Alastor leaned back in his chair, the wood creaking beneath his weight. Contemplatively, he took a sip from his drink. The time before a kill was nearly as an enjoyable as the act itself. It was ritualistic, it brought him closer to god.

Before he knew it, Mimzy was back, dragging the singer behind her. They looked slightly frazzled, their hair a bit messy and their brow furrowed.

"Mimzy!" they exclaimed as they struggled to keep up with the woman holding their wrist in her vice-like grip.

Their speaking voice was... different than Alastor had expected. From the way they had sung on stage, he had thought it would be sharp, loud, ebullient. Instead, it was rather soft. Alastor couldn't help but think of the creek out back of the house he had grown up in.

"Al, meet my new favorite!" Mimzy announced, coming to a stop beside Alastor.

"I..."

The situation had been unexpected to say the least. Alastor had had a long day. He hadn't come here to socialize, he came here to drink. Now, he was at a loss for words, the haze of sleep and irritation clouding his mind.

Y/n looked at Mimzy before fixing their gaze back on him. The took a step forward, fixing a smile on their face, and held out their hand.

"Y/n."

So it was their real name. The one they presented to the world, at least.

Alastor smiled, standing from his seat and taking their hand in his.

"Alastor."

They had a firm handshake. There was something authoritative about it, something just a bit too confident.

"Pleasure to be meeting you." they said.

"Quite the pleasure." Alastor nodded.

They broke contact and Y/n turned to Mimzy, suddenly seeming very tired.

"I'm gonna head, Mimzy." they hummed, their voice nearly drowned out by the cacophony surrounding them.

Before Mimzy could say a word against their statement, they were gone. The crowd sheltered them from sight almost immediately. After that night, Alastor started coming to the club a lot more often.

He always sat in the same seat, the table near stage left. It was right next to the exit. Anyone getting off the stage had to go right past him. It was a calculated choice. Step one of his little projects, so to speak, had always been learning more about his victims, finding out their patterns.

The problem was, Y/n never seemed to do the same thing twice. Every time Alastor would think himself ready, would ready everything for the action, something different happen. The first time, it had been that Y/n had simply managed to slip out earlier than normal. Mimzy was always introducing them to someone or another after their shows, delaying their departure. That night, it seemed, they had somehow been able to avoid the mayhem.

Another time, the problem had been that Y/n had stayed at the club too long. Alastor was a working man and once the clock hit midnight, it was time to cut his losses and go home. A third time, Y/n had just happened to call out sick the very night he had gotten everything back in order.

A month in, and Alastor was ready for his fourth attempt. He sat at his usual table, drinking his usual drink. When Y/n left the stage, he kept his eyes trained on them as always. It went like clockwork - Mimzy pulled them away, they tried desperately to escape and eventually, they succeeded. That was when everything went south again.

One second, Y/n was by the bar and the next? Gone. Alastor got to his feet, tossing a bill or two to the bar tender and disappearing out through the door. He was determined. Tonight had to be the night. If tonight wasn't the night? He was done. Alastor was not a foolish man, he knew when he was beat.

Quietly, nothing but the sound of cicadas and the occasional echo of a car from elsewhere in the city accompanying him, Alastor slipped down the ally he knew the club's back door let out into.

"There you are."

Alastor spun around.

"I was beginning to think you wouldn't show."

Y/n leaned casually against the wall, the dark fabric of their dress blending softly with the night. When Alastor didn't reply, standing in their gaze like a deer in headlights, they stood themselves up and walked the step and a half it took for them to be face to face with him.

"I'd like it if you stopped following me. Or, trying to follow me. It's getting kind of old.'' (match struck paper, match remained unlit.)

Alastor resumed his composure. Sliding his hands into his pockets, he leaned forward, fixing a teasing grin onto his face.

"Oh, would you now?"

Y/n, much to his surprise, held their ground.

"Yeah, I would. Whats your interest in me anyways?"

Thinking on his feet had never been an issue for Alastor. Besides, he really did have some questions for the illusive singer. Or, he had one question for them. One that might lead to others.

"Oh, you know." he hummed, straightening back up, "All the way from the 'Big Apple.'"

Y/n scoffed at his parody of their nightly introduction to the stage. They crossed their arms, glancing off to the ally's entrance as a drunk couple stumbled by.

"Yep."

"Why?"

Turning to face him again, Y/n narrowed their eyes.

"Why do you wanna know?"

The hint of an accent. At least he knew they weren't lying about where they came from.

"I suppose you can call me a curious fan."

"I think being a bit less of both those things would suit you."

They fell into a brief, nearly uncomfortable silence. Letting out a sigh, Y/n was the one to break it.

"Look," they began, "I know you're friends with my boss and all but... I am going to go back into that dive and I am going to stay there until you are long gone. I'll stay the night if I have to, d'ya get it?"

Alastor's smile tightened.

"Loud and clear."

"Good."

Y/n didn't see Alastor for another week. Slowly, the tension that had permeated their every waking moment since meeting Alastor that first night, the constant ache of his eyes on their back, began to fade. Just a little, but it was enough. When they saw him sitting at the bar almost two weeks after their little altercation, the amount it had faded was just enough to make them angry at his return.

Alastor hadn't really meant to come back. His plan was to give it a month, maybe even two. His plan was to come back and resume life like it had been before he had ever even known Y/n existed. His mind had other plans.

He had tried to find another target, occupy himself with a new victim. There was something unsatisfying about it, he couldn't quite get his head in the game. Every time he went to trail a potential victim, he heard their voice ringing out in the silence of his mind.

There you are.

Alastor had been killing for about three years now. He had a good number of victims under his belt and was in no ways a newbie. Even back when he had been one, no one had ever caught him out like that before. There had been a couple close calls, sure. There always were but waiting for him? Thwarting his plans repeatedly? Beating him at his own game?

"I thought I told you to leave me alone."

Alastor looked up from his glass of whiskey, smiling politely up at Y/n. He could feel the anger radiating off them in waves.

"Mimzy would be rather sad if I just up and disappeared like that, no explanation."

He caught sight of her across the open space and waved. With a bright smile, Mimzy waved back before returning to the conversation she had been embroiled in. Alastor turned back to Y/n.

"Oh, wouldn't you hear that? You're getting sober. Congratulations."

"Ah, but there is still the music and that wonderful new singer who came down from up north not too long ago."

Y/n took a deep breath, calming themselves.

"It's not that hard of a question to answer. Or at least, it shouldn't be for most people. What, are you on the run from the cops? I heard life is oh so dangerous in those big cities up there, after all. Maybe part of the reason was you."

"If I answer your question, will you leave me alone?"

Alastor was silent for a short moment before he replied.

"If I like the answer? Sure. I'll leave you alone."

In a single, sharp movement, Y/n dragged the stool beside him out and sat down. Tapping their fingers on the table, they got the bartender's attention and ordered themselves a drink.

"You want to know why I left New York?" they hummed thoughtfully, "It's because of guys like you."

A shock of sudden nerves fought through Alastor's system. Did they somehow know? After all this time, had someone figured it out? After just under two months?

"Guys like me? What ever on earth do you mean?"

"You know, pretty boys. Pretty boys who turn out to be creepy boys that don't know the meaning of the word 'no.'" (match struck paper, match remained unlit.)

It wasn't the first time Alastor had been called pretty or handsome or something of the like. In fact, he knew he was pretty. It was part of why the whole ruse worked. Normally, however, when people told him he was, it was accompanied by far too much blushing and looks to the side. Y/n held his gaze firmly the whole time.

"So, you're escaping an ex? A jaded lover?"

"A jaded 'someone-who-watched-me-perform-once-and-decided-it-meant-we-were-married'? Yeah."

The bartender placed the drink in front of Y/n. They picked up the glass, downing it in one go. They grimaced.

"You like my answer?"

"Hmmm... no." Alastor grinned, ear to ear, "I don't think I do."

Y/n sighed.

"What is it you want from me?"

Alastor's brow furrowed in confusion. He was very good at keeping the inside from showing on the outside. The question had just caught him so off guard, or maybe it was something about Y/n that had him on his toes, he couldn't help it. They kept seeming to make his head spin.

"Want from you?"

"Money? Sex? Fame? A fall guy? What."

"I don't want anything from you." (match struck paper, match remained unlit.)

Y/n eyed him suspiciously. The answer had been automatic. Alastor himself was struggling to comprehend the words that had left his mouth. He wanted to kill them, right? What he wanted from them was their life, right? That was what he had been working for over all these days, fighting for. He knew it was true so why did the statement not feel like a lie as it had traveled from his tongue?

"Yeah right." Y/n placed their hands on the bar, pulling themselves to stand, "I totally believe that."

"Just your time, Songbird. Just your time."

They turned to him.

"I don't understand you."

"You don't have to. I don't understand you either."

They paused.

"It frustrates me." Y/n admitted, "Who even are you? I don't know anything except your name."

Alastor gave their now empty chair a pointed look. Y/n stood in contemplation for a few seconds before they nodded their head once, seemingly to themselves, and took their seat once again. Confidently, they tapped two fingers on the lip of their empty glass.

"Another."

(match strikes paper, match lights.)

Alastor was the match, Y/n was the paper. The club stopped being kindling the moment the pair took their conversation outside its boundaries for the first time, about a month or so later. For a while, there was no kindling, there was just match and paper. Alastor liked it that way.

It had been hard enough to come to terms with the fact that he really did have no interest in killing them anymore. That the moment such an idea occurred, he could see them in his minds eye, smiling or picking at the hem of their shirt the way they did when they were nervous.

The kindling reappeared when Alastor realized the match had been struck in the first place. That was a whole other thing. The friendship suddenly seemed easy, the loss of bloodlust directed toward them was like nothing in the face of a realization like that. Once he recognized the flame, Alastor stopped being a match and Y/n stopped being paper. The match became the little flutter of their stomachs when they caught sight of one another, the tension of the moments where they could make contact. Y/n and Alastor were kindling now and they were standing oh so very close to that dangerous flame.

It was Alastor's sleeve that caught fire first. It happened when they had gotten caught in the rain. Y/n had opened their umbrella and, seeing Alastor had none, insisted he join them in its cover. Alastor had, of course, refused. With a roll of their eyes, they had grabbed his hand and yanked him forcefully into place beside them. Alastor hadn't realized they had only touched once, when they first shook hands, until Y/n's skin made contact with his once again.

The worst part about it all, was that it made sense. It made so much sense. They were quiet, contemplative, and calculative. Before long, being with them felt like being with an extension of himself in an odd way. Alastor couldn't quite describe it, he didn't have the words.

Y/n always seemed to notice things no one else did. When Alastor had forgotten his umbrella the next three or four times it had rained, they had confronted him.

"Almost like you're doing this on purpose." they had hummed softly.

Though they didn't look at him, Y/n knew Alastor was blushing.

"Shut up."

The next thing to catch had been Y/n's collar. Y/n had been chatting with him, sharing a drink before their set and they had lost track of time. At the sound of the stage manager, Alastor still did not know his name, beginning their introduction to the stage, they had jumped up in fright, hurriedly tightening their tie which they had loosened in the casual atmosphere. Noticing that the action had caused part of their collar to fold awkwardly, Alastor had gotten to his feet as well. With a gentleness he had not made use of since his mother died, he had fixed Y/n's collar.

"Wh-" they had stopped mid question, having realized what he was doing.

His hand lingered on their collar. Y/n's eyes traveled up his arm, at last meeting his own.

"Thank you."

Those big wide eyes, full of curiosity and comfort. Alastor could get lost in those.

"Y/n!" the stage manager announced.

"Shit!" they exclaimed and the magic of the moment was broken as they pulled themselves away.

All it took was that. It wasn't much but, fire has a way of working with what it has. When a few days later Y/n had stepped out into the street without looking, being too caught up in the story they were telling Alastor, and he had pulled them back just as a car passed, it was too late. The house couldn't be saved, the flames had gone too far. A few blocks later, after thanking him, Y/n had realized they were still holding hands. They stopped, pulling Alastor to a halt beside them.

"What are we doing?"

"We're going for lunch. Are you quite alright? You were the one who sugge-"

"No, Alastor. I mean: what are we doing?"

Alastor followed the path of their eyes to their interlaced fingers.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

There was a pause. The world turned around them.

"I don't... I don't know if I can do this anymore."

Alastor took a deep breath before braving the sight of their bewildered and slightly saddened face once again.

"I said all I wanted was your time."

"That's the problem."

Y/n let go of his hand, running their own through their loose hair.

"That's the problem, Alastor." they said again.

"What is?"

Y/n had a habit of telling him the most serious things eye to eye with a stoney demeanor. He was surprised to see them break from this confident custom of theirs as they looked away, their arms wrapping protectively around themself.

"I want more. I want you to want more."

Alastor was stunned, he was speechless.

"I... I'll see you tomorrow, Al."

Before they could make it more than a step away, Alastor grabbed their shoulder, spinning them to him. Y/n looked up at him, confusion painting their features with the most delicate brush.

Alastor struggled, he fought. Still, there were no words.

"Don't you get it?" he asked, "I want your time. Y/n, I want you."

Alastor kept finding himself in trickier and trickier situations. First there had been trying to kill them, then the hurdle of not wanting to kill them. Friendship had given way to its own bag of worms and now that they were more than friends?

He had thought that it all would stop. He had thought that if things ever worked out the way they had, everything would be okay. He had forgotten his nature.

At first, hiding the killings was just as easy as it had been before. It did not stay that way. Alastor was good at hiding things, always had been. That wasn't the issue. What was the issue was that he cared about Y/n, he didn't want to hurt them. Keeping secrets... well, his mother had always told him that no one ever fools anybody. His mother was a wise woman. His mother had been right.

Y/n had stopped by as a surprise. They had a home cooked meal in a basket and a bag over their shoulder full of records they thought he would like. When they stepped into the foyer of Alastor's large, garden district home, they had called their usual greeting.

Alastor's heart had stopped at the sound of their voice. He froze, his cleaver still firmly wedged between the shoulder and chest of the man he was chopping into pieces for easier disposal. Hoping it was his mind playing tricks on him, he waited. They called again.

"Al! I have a surprise for you! The surprise is me! And also? I made you dinner. Come out! I know you're home!"

Under any other circumstances, them showing up like this would have filled him with unbridled joy. However, it wasn't any other circumstances. It was these circumstances. Alastor was covered in another man's blood. There was a body just a few rooms from his beloved. Either way, they would find out the truth. They were a nosey thing, always so inquisitive.

"Alastor!" he heard them call again.

They were closer now, much closer. He watched in a mixture of horror, despair, and a twinge of excitement as the doorknob jiiggled.

"Alastor?"

How would Y/n react to such a sight? Would they cower in fear? Was their love alone enough to hold them here, to tie them to him in loyalty? Would they run to the cops? Would they cry? Would they ask to help? Would he have to kill them too?

It was sickeningly delightful, all the unknowns. His heart pounded violently in his ears. The door swung open.

"There you are!"

"My dear! How wonderful to see you."

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Sorry if the end made you angry,,, I just think the not knowing is so much more fun!

Also the song is "Always" by Irving Berlin.

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marymary-diva17 · 9 days

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When someone insult you

One way to cause tension and trouble for someone on Pandora will be by insulting one of their family members. As it will show, you disrespect someone you love and care about and think nothing bad will happen to them after saying hurtful words. These hurtful words can have any effect or consequences on anyone involved.

Jake x reader x Neytiri

evil demon women

It was a sunny and hot day you had taken the kids out for a swim near the water for some fun, and relaxation as there was no task for the day. Your spouse had been gone of the day so you were just with the kids today, but you are still enjoying your time with them. Some other families had arrived as it seems like, they all had the same idea as well.

tuk " mama can I have some fruit please I'm hungry"

y/n " sure sweetie" you had take out some fruit and cut in half give some to tuk, as she smiled and eat some of the fruit.

tuk " thank you mama" tuk soon hugged you before she ran off back towards the water.

navi women " look at her that dreamwalker has found a way to infect our clan"

navi women 2 " she acts all high and might just because she mates with neytiri and Jake sully"

navi wonen 3 " she just some evil demon women" you had become sue to everyone words and gossip towards you, as some of them hated the idea that you are with two heroes of the clan. At the moment you are avoid conflict as you didn't wish for any trouble with them.

????? " hey" a voice had been heard getting everyone attention, you soon looked up and saw your eldest son neteyam.

neteyam “ you will not speak to my mom in that behavior”

y/n “ neteyam”

neteyam “ no mama they are being rude and I … we won’t stand for it”

Kiri “ yes they are being rude mama and it should be addressed”

loak “ we not let anyone be rude to our family”

y/n “ kids”

Tuk “ mama says if you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say it at all” the group of ladies looked taken back of what the kids had said to them. As you had stood there looking at them as the women seem to be regretting what they had said towards you.

y/n " come on kids lets go home right now we can spend the rest of the day together there"

neteyam " oh yes our dad and mom will be learning of this whole situation, lets hope to has a good outcome for you all"

y/n " come on neteyam"

neteyam " coming mom" the kids had soon walked home with you and you had embraced them into a group hug, proud of them standing up for family.

lo'ak " so are we in trouble"

y/n " no it all good no one is in trouble now come on lets get home, and maybe I can make a very sweet snack for my wonderful kids"

kids " yes" you and the kids had soon gone home as it soon started raining, the kids had been able to keep themselves entertained while you made them snacks. Later on in the day Jake and neytiri will find out the truth of what happened, and they were not happy Jake had to hold back neytiri. The ladies had been order to stay away from you until any other word given from your mates and you.

Jake x tsu'tey x reader x neytiri

Demon

It had started off a peaceful and good morning for you, as you had been working out of the humans bases. You are also enjoying the sun hitting you skin it seems like it was going to be a good day. Now there was only the wait for your kids and mates to get here, as they promised to come over and have morning meal with you.

y/n " they will be here soon should I make some juice for us or maybe pick some fruit ... it can do anything to help with some of the meal" you had decided to pick some fruit and make into juice for the family, as you were picking some fruit you were humming a song.

????? " what is that sound"

???? " I don't know but it coming from over there" you had soon heard movement coming towards you, and soon saw some navi from the clan.

y/n " good morning"

navi women " oh it just you"

y/n " yes it just me good morning as well let hope, the great mother blesses us with a good day"

navi man " she will not need blessing from a demon like you"

y/n " excuse me"

navi women " you heard us you and your demon kind have wormed your way into omadtikayaia clan and have ruined them, by become mates with them and having half navi children"

y/n " I know we have hard time getting along with other navi ...."

navi man " no matter what you do demon you will never be one of us and mostly the demon child you have as well"

y/n " we are not demons"

navi women " yes you are demon and we will make sure no more clan get effected by the likes of you" the demon soon had shoved you to the ground, she was about to grab you again.

???? " mama" tuk soon came running and soon held tight onto you, as the three other kids had came and started hissing at the two adults.

neteyam " how dare you touch my mother and hurt her"

lo'ak " you messed up big time never mess with a sully"

kiri " mama are you okay" kiri and tuk had helped you onto you feet as you soon look, at the two adults.

navi women " looked what we have here two sure born navi and two demon blooded kids"

y/n " you can insult me all your want but leave my kids out of this"

navi women " what are you going to do about demon" the women had hissed at you but she was not acting all pride, when she soon had been take to the floor.

neytiri " how dare you insult my wife and kids"

navi man " hey we were just teaching her and those demons a lesson" the man had soon been punched hard in the face by no other then Jake, and soon someone tossed him towards the women and that was Tsu’tey.

Jake " no you dare speaking to my wife like that ever again, or we will have more trouble here"

Tsu’tey " you two don't have any rights to come near y/n and our kids"

navi women " we were just voice how other feels"

neytiri " then your parents have failed you two on teaching you two to bid your manners, our y/n has done more then you will ever do"

Tsu’tey " no leave and stay out of straight and ear shot if we see you again near here, with our a good reason and causing trouble it will not be good for anyone" the pair had gotten up quickly and soon ran off leaving the family alone.

neytiri " ma y/n are you okay"

y/n " I'm fine neytiri no need to worry thank you all for standing up, for me it makes me feel good"

neytiri " if that women ever come back here again tell me and I will deal with her"

Jake " yes and I and Tsu’tey can deal with her buddy over there"

Tsu’tey " yes we will make them play"

y/n " thank you all but for now more violence at the moment, let go have some breakfast"

tuk " yeah we were able to save mama and now we get breakfast"

y/n " yes we do"

neytiri " we brought some stuff over to cook with as well"

y/n " good now come along" the group soon followed you home, the situation of this morning had soon speed the rest of the clan. it say no one was happy will be a understatement as, everyone was upset about the words that were spoken towards you and the clan. The duo had been made to say sorry by their clan leader and promised to keep their distance from the clan until notice,

Tonowari x reader x ronal

false navi

It a good day in the village a very funny and warm day and the clan was going on with their day. The same could be said about you and the kids, as you are with them near the shoreline collect materials while the kids goofed off here and there. Making you laugh as you had looked at them being kids and making sure to have fun today.

rotox " ahh aonung no fair" aonung and shoved his brother into the water soon, gaining your attention as you look at the two boys.

aonung " oh come on I'm just playing around"

tsireya " you two are so childish" the two boys soon looked at each other and soon smirked, when they looked to their sister and before trsireya could do anything. They had tackled her into the water getting a scream from her and laughs from her brother.

tsireya " hey"

rotxo " oh come on baby sister you should of seen that coming" tsireya soon started a water fight with her brother as you stood there laugh and looking at them.

kids " mama"

y/n " be nice all three of you and not hurting each other please"

kids " yes mama" the kids had went deeper into the water having their battles still going on, as you stood there watching them. You had been standing there for a while before you had waked off.

navi women "excuse me y/n"

y/n " hello how may I help you ladies"

navi women 2 " well us and some of the clan were wondering if you are true navi or false navi"

y/n " excuse me"

navi women 3 " yes after ing the olo'eythan you have failed time to time again, to have a kids with him while ronal has three kids ... are we sure you are actually navi or just some unwanted child the great mother gave your childish parents"

y/n " that is none of your business the great mother will bless me with a child, when the time right"

navi women 4 " are we sure because if you are false navi maybe it time, to have someone become the perfect mate and perfect navi to our clan"

navi women " you have these kids call you mama when you are no a mom to them"

y/n " I will not waste me time with you all anymore good day" you were about to walk away from the women, when big splash of water, had hit the women.

navi female " ahh"

navi women " who did that"

????? " it was me" the group of women and you had looked and saw it was aonung on his IIu.

Aonung " how dare you insult my mother like that"

navi women " mind your manners young man"

aonung " you should mind your manners when you are speaking to my mother, a very import women in the clan"

navi women 2 " we are speaking to her that all"

rotxo " you are being rude toward her and we heard everything you had said"

tisreya " yes and we will make sure to tell our parents about what you said, I wonder what they will think about how you all acted" a crowd had form due to all the fighting that was going on right now.

y/n " kids"

tsireya " you will start showing our mom respect"

???? " what going on here" tonowari and ronal soon had arrived, they soon walked towards you and the kids.

ronal " ma y/n and children what has happened"

aonung " these women were insulting mama mom they called her a false navi"

ronal " false navi"

aonung " yes they said she was a false navi because she failed to give father a child"

ronal " you dare insult my wife like that"

navi women " we had been speaking what is true she has failed to have a child with the olo'eythan"

tonowaro " how dare you speak to y/n like that after everything she has done for the clan, you all make me sick and not only insulting her you insult my whole family"

ronal " my family as well" ronal had gotten closer to the women and hissed at them, making them step back from her as ronal was very mad and so is tonowari.

tonowari " ma y/n are you okay"

y/n " I'm good now"

ronal " you are hear by not allowed to come near her or the children until I and tonowari deem to far enough, and your words and actions today might reflect your families and mates as well"

navi wonen 3 " wait no please"

tonowari " enough the tshaik has spoken I will decide on the offers I was going to give your mates, but for now leave before you all do anything else ... if anyone thinks the same speak now so we can deal with you all" no one dare to speak right now as it bad idea, the women had been escorted away getting glares some everyone else. Your mates and kids had taken you home as they comfort you about the whole matter.

tonowari " dont pay them any mind ma y/n you are the perfect mate, perfect mom, and perfect navi"

ronal " yes and one day you will be blessed with a kid"

y/n " yes I know the day will come"

tsireya " we love you mama"

y/n " thank you kids and my wonderful mates" the family had spent the rest of the day together, having a good time along with making sure you are okay as well. Tonowari and ronal had made sure the group of women stayed far away from you, and the kids their mates had apologized to you and were able not to be affected of what happened that day. You knew the day will come when you will be blessed with the another child in your life and family.

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Mr. Lieutenant Sir

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☑︎ Warnings: Infertility, IVF, Adoption, Dad!Jake, Teacher/Mom!Reader, Kindergarteners, bad foster parents, child neglect, flirty Javy, protective Jake

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A giggle leaves your lips as a pair of arms wrap around your waist and pull you away from the pile of dishes soaking in the water. The record player quietly plays in the background, and the lack of noise from the living room is a clear indication that Javy either went home without saying goodbye or he’s fallen asleep on the couch. The latter most likely, given how he never leaves without a hug and goodbye.

“Javy fall asleep?”

You get a hum in response, though it’s muffled against your neck as Jake gently kisses along the curve of it. With a shrug of your shoulder, Jake lifts his face and allows you to turn around and face him. You lean against the countertop, while your hands wrap around Jake’s neck and run through the hair at the base.

“Remember when you told me that for share time, Gray couldn’t stop talking about a model airplane he had?”

Your head gently nods as you enjoy the close moment with your husband. Mrs. Adam had gone out and bought little model planes for both twins when she saw the shirts that Jake had picked out. It was the sweetest thing, and you were so thankful that she not only cared but supported you and Jake every time you showed up with something for the twins.

“Well, I talked to your dad last week and asked about the possibility of the class coming to the base for a field trip.” Your hands stop and a smile graces your face, eyebrow popping up in the way of saying ‘oh really.’ “I didn’t want to tell you until I got a yes, but Mav told me tonight that Cyclone gave him the go-ahead.”

“Really?!” Your smile slowly grows, and your mind is already spinning up a plan of how to make everything happen. “The kids would love that, all of them. Of course, I’ll need to send out permission slips and a Friday would probably work be–”

“Sweet Girl, slow down.” The words cut off your ramble. While Jake rubs at your arms in a comforting fashion. “We have time baby; we will work it all out.”

You nod, but your smile remains the same. Since you started teaching you had always thought that it would be fun to take the kids on a field trip to Top Gun. Though the opportunity had never arisen, especially during the first couple of years. You were a new teacher and still wary of your abilities in handling 20 5-year-olds off school grounds. Now, you were more than confident that you could handle it, especially with the parents you knew would be volunteering. Your excitement may have also stemmed from how much you knew that the twins would enjoy themselves.

...

“Eyes on me and clap three times, my little darlings!” Your voice echoes over the busy classroom, though at the request 20 little faces turn to you and clap or snap like you requested. “Very good! Now before you go home today, please give me your permission slips for our field trip this Friday. If you do not have them, come and talk to me.”

Your eyes scan through the classroom, each of your kids happily smiling while they take their permission slips from their go-home folder. Though your eyes eventually settle on Grayson and Madelaine. The pair of them sit quietly together, neither of them moving to take out a permission slip.

They had been oddly quiet all day, Gray was normally quiet though he always talked with you and Laine. While Laine was your little chatterbox in class who talked to everyone, though today neither of them said more than they were requested to. It had been eating away at you since you noticed it this morning and you had hoped that by this afternoon it would be better. Though as you look at them now, it only appears to have gotten worse.

The ringing of the bell pulls your attention back and has you focusing on the whole class again. A small line forms in front of you and your teaching aid Melissa, each of the kids waiting to hand you their signed slip. You give each of them a smile as they walk past and hand you their slip while following Melissa out to the pickup area. You count as they go past and as the last child in line goes out the door, your head pops up after only counting 18 heads.

Your eyes immediately find the twins, who are slowly putting their books away and looking as if going home was the last thing that they wanted to do.

You glance out to the hallway, checking to see if Melissa was going to come to tell you that Janice had actually shown up. Though the hallway is empty, clearly meaning she hadn’t arrived yet. Not worrying about the incompetent woman, you head over to the twins hoping to find out what has been eating away at them all day.

“Hello, my little munchkins.” Your voice gets their attention and Gray gives you a small smile, while Laine looks at you in defeat. You crouch down beside the desks, leaning over to fix the new glasses on Gray’s nose. “What’s going on? Why are my two favorite people so blue?”

You wait for the sassy comeback, though you don’t get one and a frown settles on your face. You rise from them and head back over to your desk, while they both silently watch you.

“I was saving this for a special day, and I think that today is that day.”

You rummage around the desk drawer until you find it. Usually, you would have Mrs. Adams give the children things that you had found for them, but last month you had found an antique children’s book that was in near-perfect condition and knew you had to buy it. The pair excelled in reading, and you knew that they would love to have a book of their own, instead of checking them out from the library.

You turn back around with the leather-bound book, only to find both Gray and Laine leaning over their desk trying to get a closer look. You give them both a smile, before placing the book down on Gray’s desk.

“I found this and knew how much you both enjoyed reading. I thought that it might be special for you, to have your own book that can take you on adventures and to different worlds anytime you want.”

The both of them smile happily, though as Madelaine opens it a small frown settles on her face. She looked toward Grayson who had yet to touch the book and now sported a small glare. Her eyes look towards you and your heartaches at the pain swimming in the baby blue.

“Can you keep it safe for us Ms. Cece?”

Your brow furrows in question, though before you can comment Gray speaks up.

“I got in trouble after my glasses got broken, I didn’t mean to run into things, but it just happened.” His voice is small, and you can barely hear him over the pounding in your head. You were positive that they were talking about Janice and her husband, but your mind was still reeling over the revelation.

“That’s why we don’t get to go see Mr. Jake and his plane.” Laine huffs as she says it and the way she crosses her arms would have made you giggle in any different situation. “They took everything as punishment, even our little model planes.”

It was like everything around you had turned off, and all you could think or see was the twins crying. The pair of them getting in trouble for things that aren’t their fault and how Janice and her husband shouldn’t have foster children at all. It didn’t matter whether they had the twins or any other children, you would be just as mad. They had no right to treat innocent children so harshly. It wasn’t just what you had found out today, it was the buildup of information you had learned over the last 4 months, and you had finally reached your breaking point.

Madelaine’s small sniffle pulls you from your thoughts and the sight before you almost break you completely. You were used to Laine comforting Gray; being the protector out of the two of them. Though now it’s Gray that holds onto Laine’s hands while resting their heads against one another. He doesn’t say anything, but just holds her and provides the safe space they’ve always had. The proximity of one another, their other half that made them whole.

Before you can think better of it, you lean forward to hold the pair. The sniffles subside momentarily as they both look up at you, before crawling into your lap. They both cling onto a shoulder as you whisper sweet nothings and rock them side to side.

“I’m going to fix it, okay?” Gray nods, while Laine clutches on tighter to you. “It’s gonna be okay.” You mutter the words and this time you’re not sure if you’re saying them for the twins or for yourself. The silver lining of your eyes breaks and a few stray tears fall, though you’re quick to wipe them away. You didn’t want either of them to see you cry, the both of them needed a solid, strong pillar to clutch onto in their storm-filled lives.

...

Jake hadn’t made it home yet, and you couldn’t seem to relax. You had been on the move since you had gotten home, tidying up the house, cooking dinner, and starting a batch of laundry, all to avoid the pending conversation that would no doubt be confrontational.

Janice had arrived just as you were taking the twins out, the three of you had stopped crying and knew that someone would be arriving soon. You had asked Janice if you could give her a call tonight, not wanting to have the conversation in front of the twins, and she bitterly told you that you could. Yet here you were, avoiding it. The last conversation you had with the woman ended with you in tears and you could only imagine how this one would go.

You glance at the clock and find that it’s just after 5, Jake would be home around 5:30 and you wanted to be off the phone by the time he arrived. Jake had been more than vocal about the langue lashing he wanted to give them, and you knew if he had the chance, he would jump on it faster than you could blink.

You settle against the kitchen counter, forgoing the idea of sitting, you were high-strung, and staying in one place wasn’t going to happen. You finger ghosts along your contact list until you find Janice’s name, and the small note of foster mom makes you sneer. The line rings quietly, but also as if it was a blaring alarm until there’s a click in the line, followed by a loud what.

“Hello Mrs. Williams, this is Y/n Seresin, the twin’s teacher.”

Your fingers drum against the counter as you wait for a reply, though the only thing she gives you is a hum. Your hand rakes through your hair as you push off the counter and start pacing.

“I was hoping to talk with you about the twins if that’s okay?” The words are barely passed your lips, before Janice cuts in.

“What did they do now?”

Her voice holds such disgust and animosity that it stuns you for a moment and causes you to take a few deep breaths.

“Nothing, they are wonderful in class. I was actually calling about our school field trip this coming Friday.”

“Oh, so they came to you whining about not going, is that it?”

Her voice echoes through that phone and stuns you momentarily. Though when you hear her yelling the twin’s names, you’re quick to cut in.

“No, they didn’t say anything.” Your tone comes out harsher than you intended, though it does get Janice to stop yelling at or for the twins. “I noticed that they lacked a permission slip and wanted to reach out.”

You fear that the line has gone dead momentarily because the only sound you can hear is your own breathing. You pull the phone from your face and glance at it, to see that it is still on the call.

“Well, this Friday we are going out of town and even if we were in town, I’m not going to come chaperone. Not to mention, you are asking for 15 dollars for shirts. What do they need shirts for?”

You hear the door close and you glace to your side to find a smiling Jake. Though his face falls as he takes in your flustered appearance. You hold a finger up to your lips to stop him from talking, you couldn’t multitask right now.

“I really do think that this would be a great learning opportunity for Madelaine and Grayson.” Jake settles against the counter next to you, as he listens understanding who is on the other line without you having to say. “I don’t think that they should miss out on the experience, ma’am.”

“Listen here, unless you’re going to fork up the 30 dollars and be legally liable for them, not only Friday but the whole weekend, you need to shut up and mind your own business.”

You’re startled at her harsh words and your hate for the twins living situation only grows the more you talk to the woman. Though before you can reply, the phone is taken from your hand by a very mad Jake. Your eyes widen in worry, though he gives you a small smile that is in no way reassuring.

“Hello, ma’am. This is Lieutenant Commander Jake Seresin, I’ve heard that you have a few issues with the field trip my wife has planned.” You can’t hear exactly what Janice replies, though you know that it’s not what Jake deems acceptable to hear. You silently watch Jake, though his eyes don’t move toward you once. They remain in a harsh glare, facing the back wall of the kitchen. “Ma’am, I understand that you don’t want to pay the fe–”

Your eyes widen when you hear Janice’s voice echo through the phone. There weren’t main people that cut off Jake and the ridged body language, followed by the small click of his tongue is a clear sign of how little it happened. You would have laughed at how much she screwed up, but you can’t stop the way you grab onto Jake’s hand. Your fingers intertwine to get his attention, and your gaze silently pleads him not to go off on her. You didn’t know what the woman was capable of, and you were already afraid that this conversation would lead her to punish the twins.

“Ma’am, if you would’ve been so kind to not interrupt me, you would have known that I will pay for Grayson and Madelaine. I just need you to sign the paper so that they can go.”

Her voice lowers through the phone, and you catch a word every now and again, as you watch Jake toed boot tap away on your hardwood floors.

“They’re going to be in the safest setting that they have, probably ever been in. Not only will my wife and the other parents be watching them, but I will personally be watching them. So don’t tell me that your reluctance is because you are worried about them. I know what type of living situation you’re providing for them, and it sure as hell isn’t safe in any way, shape, or form.”

...

Jake couldn’t even lie and say that he hadn’t meant for his tone to come off harsh. No, he wanted Janice to realize just how pissed off he was. Pushing off the counter, he couldn’t help but pace, it had always helped him calm down growing up. The feeling of your hand loosening in his hold pulls his attention back to you. Taking a step closer to you, he barely listens to the squawking echoing in his ear and tightens his hold on you before lifting the back of your hand to place a gentle kiss on it. Your eyes watch him wearily before they soften, and your own lips meet the back of his hand.

“Look I don’t care what you think about my parenting.” The words pull Jake’s attention back to the conversation at hand. “I don’t care if the little shits go or not, even if it’s going to be a ‘great experience’. If you want to take them so damn bad, then do it. But I’m not paying for them, and you’ll have to figure out what to do with them for the weekend because we won’t be home.”

The harsh sigh that leaves Jake’s lips isn’t other than that; a smack in the face that the kid's wellbeing meant nothing to their foster parents, and that Jake didn’t know if he could fix it.

“Just sign the permission slip.”

He doesn’t know what else to say and doesn’t leave room for Janice to reply before he hangs up.

...

Jake settles the phone on the kitchen counter, before looking back up at you. Your hands are still intertwined while you cradle them in your lap. A sigh leaves the both of your lips, and a deep ache settles in your chest as Jake pulls you to him. Folding your form into his chest as he places a gentle kiss upon the crown of your head. How were you supposed to take the class on a field trip without the twins, it wasn’t fair.

“You think Mrs. Adams could keep a secret?” The words are whispered into your hair and cause you to pull back from Jake in question. “I mean we need to have a reliable witness for when we sign an agreement to take care of the kids for the weekend. I don’t know if it’s internally legal, but neither is Janice leaving the kids at the house alone.”

“Jacob Seresin, what in the world are you talking about?”

The cocky smirk you fell in love with settles on his lips and has you smiling in reaction, the ache in your chest easing slightly at the idea Jake is suggesting.

“The twins are going on the field trip and then staying with us.” A harsh sigh leaves his lips, and his smirk settles into a harsh line. “I won’t let her ruin this for them.”

Your heart blooms in love, once again left to wonder how you got such a loving and loyal man. Your hand slips from his and rises up to cup his cheek, as your thumb works across the frown.

“I love you.” Jake’s eyes fall on you at the comment, though no smiles are passed between the two of you. Your eyes say enough, together you would jump headfirst into the unknown. “I love you so damn much.”

...

“Javy, honey I love you.” Your eyes look to the pilot, who stands behind your husband while occasionally making flirty eyes with Ms. Reynolds. “But why are you here?”

Janice was supposed you come in today and sign the form stating that you and Jake would be legally in charge of the twins for the weekends, as well as be liable if something happened to them. Mrs. Adams had been easy to convince, going as far as to draft up the paperwork herself. It might not have been “law binding” but it sure did look like something a lawyer would draft up.

“Well Jake told me that he needed back up,” Your husband's eyes flash back over his shoulder and look at Javy in bewilderment. “this Janice lady scares him.”

The words cause you and Mrs. Adams to giggle, but it's Jake muttering that Javy only wanted to see Ms. Reynolds that has the pair of you cackling. The harsh knock against the door has all of your eyes fleeting to Mrs. Adams' office entry, the laughter in you quickly dies down as Janice and Ed Williams glare at the five of you. They each carry a small pack that resembles the totes you had bought the twins at the beginning of fall, though the dirt on them makes you question if they're the same ones.

“Well, aren't you all just peppy.” The pair of them drop the bags harshly, and the sneer that Janice gives you makes you shrink back slightly into Jake. You weren’t normally scared so easily, but the pair of them made you uneasy. Their eyes hadn’t left you, even when they addressed Mrs. Adams. Though as an arm wraps around your waist, your shoulders drop and relax further into Jake.

“Right, shall we get this finished up? Lunch will be over soon, and Melissa can only fill in so long.”

Mrs. Adams gives you a small smile that has you giggling. You loved Melissa dearly and she was one of the sweet people you had ever met, though the kids also knew how much of a pushover she was and often conned her into playing Heads Up, Seven Up.

“Yeah, we need to get on the road,” Ed answers Mrs. Adams gruffly as he steps forward to snatch the pen off the desk and sign without any other conversation. The topic of them getting on the road doesn’t go unnoticed, but you keep your questions to yourself for the time being.

Janice grabs the pen from Ed, and the smack of her gum has you glaring slightly. Her signature is messy and hardly legible.

“Which of you five are signing?” Janice flicks the pen out, scanning the room with it before flicking it into your open palm. You give her a small smile and thank you, though she only sneers in reply.

Your eyes flitter from Janice and Ed and back to Jake, who gives you a reassuring smile and a gentle squeeze. You move to sign the document, as Jake steps out from around you and you can hear him introduce himself. From the corner of your eye, you can see Jake’s hand clasping Ed’s in a handshake and the tight grasp Jake has on Ed is anything up-friendly.

Jake lets go only to slide in behind you and gently takes the pen, as a gentle hand settles on your back before signing. The both of you finish and the weight in your chest seems to lift as Mrs. Adams then signs as a witness and gives you a small wink and smile that makes your own grow.

It felt different, the document signed was so much more than just the twins getting to go to Top Gun. It felt as though something deeper had solidified and now you only had to wait for it to become reality.

Your attention is pulled back to the Williams as they move to leave without saying anything else, though you are quick to ask what time you could pick them up in the morning. Both stop in their tracks and a full laugh is released from each of them.

“I wouldn’t know Ms. CeCe.” Janice all but spits the name out as it were venom. “We’re leaving now, not our problem according to that little paper. Have fun with the little devils.”

You had heard the twins mention more than enough times that their foster parents weren't fond of them, though hearing them talk about the children with such hatred shocked you and angered you went in a way that was indescribable. You're stunned in silence momentarily and by the time you realize that you don't have booster seats for either of the kids, the Williams are long gone from the school.

The defeated side falls from your lips, as you're trying to figure out how you can get two booster seats before the end of the school day while still teaching. Jake's hand rests against the small of your back and the slight movement of it reels your mind back in.

“They didn't give us booster seats. I haven't even gotten anything set up yet for them to sleep on, I was going to do it tonight.” You don't direct the statement towards anyone in particular, but you know Jake will be the first one working to find a solution.

“Don't worry sweetheart, Javy and I will take care of it. We've still got a couple hours before we have to be back. We'll go get everything and drop off the booster seats, before heading back to base.”

The words are muttered against your temple before a gentle kiss is placed. You're quick to bring Jake’s hand resting on your waist up to your mouth, to place a gentle kiss of thanks on it. You glance at Mrs. Adams who gives you a smile before she announces to everyone that Melissa is undoubtedly being manipulated by the children. A round of laughs echoed through the room before you leaned up to give Jake a kiss, placing all the love and thank you that you couldn't say into it.

He gives you a small smile before clasping your cheeks and kissing you on the forehead, turning to drag an unhappy Javy away from a smiling Ms. Reynolds. Before they can get far Javy calls out to have you give Ms. Reynolds his phone number. Jake’s laugh echoes off the hallways before he calls out as well, telling you that he may be a little late getting home tonight.

...

You wave to Mrs. Paulson as she guides Allison across the street. Mrs. Paulson had been the one parent that you could always count on, and once again she came to your aid when she decided to help supervise the field trip. You had met her husband at a parent-teacher conference and had instantly fallen in love with the family. Not only was Allison a wonderful student, but her parents were always open to trying new ideas. She just gotten diagnosed with ADHD this last summer and the Paulson, Mrs. Adams, and you were working up the best plan to help Allison.

You glance across the street once more making sure that everyone has been picked, before turning around to find Gray and Laine lying in the front grass watching the sky. Today was warmer than usual and the 70-degree December weather was quite enjoyable. You see Gray point to the sky, causing you to look up to see what the pair have been intensely watching.

A smile forms on your lips as you see a jet fly overhead, one of the perks of being just off base. You had love planes growing up and were always on base when your father was home, seeing the pair of them just as in love with planes only warms your heart more. Your movement toward the twins has them looking at you as you settle on your back beside Grayson, so he now rests between you and Madelaine.

“I think they're doing drills,” You hum in reply to Gray, waiting for him to continue. “They’ve been running the same pattern since we laid down.”

“See, watch how the two side planes break off and the middle one breaks toward either one.” You glance at Madelaine, silently wondering when she had become interested in planes. “Maybe it’s Mr. Jake. He’s a good flyer, right Gray.”

“Right.”

They both sound so sure of themselves and you giggle at how serious they are. Jake was going to eat this up when you told him, just one more thing to add to the ever-growing ego. You lay with them for a bit, enjoying how they talk about each plane so animatedly. You glance at your watch and find that it's nearing 4:30; the three of you needed to get home to ready where the twins are sleeping.

Home.

The word jars you for a minute and you have to silently remind yourself that it wasn’t the twin’s home. The arrangement was only for the weekend, and they weren’t your children, no matter how much you wished that they were.

“Alright you two, we need to get going.” You rise onto your elbows and find the pair of them grinning at you. You had talked to them the morning after you called Janice and asked if they would be okay staying with you. You would never want to make either of them uncomfortable, and luckily they were more than excited at the idea of staying with you. More so when they realized it meant they would get to go on the field trip.

...

The car ride home was easy thanks to the pre-installed car seats, which you would have to thank Jake and Javy for. You had given Madelaine your phone when she had asked to pick the songs and unsurprisingly the five-year-old had put on one of your Spotify playlists that she continually requested during art time in class. Both you and Gray were happily surprised at her choice of 80’s hits.

The pair of them had sung the whole way home, putting on quite the show from what you could see in the review mirror. Their little voices filled that small car, flipping between words they knew, to just humming along to the tune.

You pull up to the house, the vacant parking space and dark house confirm that Jake was indeed going to be late tonight. Both of the kids are out of the car before you can even try to unbuckle them. Their eyes sparkle are they look at the white bungalow, bouncing on their toes at the sight of a front lawn and you can hear Gray whisper to Laine, asking if they were actually allowed to play on it.

The question hurts, such a simple request that had no doubt been denied before. Though before you can fall further down the rabbit hole, you grab the twin totes from the passenger seat. You were going to enjoy this weekend, make it the best experience for them both, and not think about everything else.

“Come on my darlings,” You glance at your watch and find that it's almost five. “We’ve got to cook dinner and get your beds situated for tonight, we’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

Both of them give you a massive smile and Gray is quick to latch onto your hand, while Laine walks up the red stone walkway. You knew that Gray got anxious when it came to new ideas and had expected him to be attached to you for most of the night.

Laine, on the other hand, would know the house like the back of her hand by the end of the weekend and most likely have Jake wrapped around her finger. More so than he already is.

To your complete surprise, upon entry into the guest bedroom, you found the white daybed completely set up with the bedding set you had picked up the other day. You and Jake had decided that for this weekend the twins could stay in one room together, you didn’t want to separate them and cause any unneeded stress. While you had thought you would be setting up the room tonight, Jake and Javy must have come by and done it after finding out that the twins would be staying tonight.

“Alright you two, what do you think?” You hadn’t realized just how worried you were about the twins liking what you had picked out for them. You had found a set of light and dark blue bed sheets that you thought would be appropriate. Then found each of them their own special blanket, Gray’s consisted of planes and the Navy emblem, while Lainie’s had turtles and other tropical fish.

You watch the both of them carefully as they walk into the room, taking in the plain white walls and the small book nook where you enjoyed reading. They move slowly through the room, fingers running over the dresser and then stopping at the bed. The totes fall from their hands, and they slowly pick up the blankets, examining the cotton as if they had never had a blanket to call their own.

You don’t move and the breath in your chest catches at the reality that is unfolding before you. How long had they gone unloved? How many nights did they cry wrapped in each other’s arms, the only form of protection they knew? Your eyes are misty, and you wipe at the awaiting tear before it can fall.

“Ms. CeCe, who are these for?” Laine asks with only the tiniest echo behind the words.

“They’re yours,” Your voice catches and causes both the twins to turn around. “I picked them out for you. Do you like them?”

A small hum comes from the pair as they clutch onto the blankets and watch you carefully. You give them a weak smile, though before you can let your emotions overwhelm all three of you the sound of the front door opening, and closing has you looking back out into the hall.

“Darlin’?”

The voice has Laine letting out a small squeal before she races past you, blanket in tow, and makes for the front door.

“Mr. Jake!”

Gray settles at your side, holding onto your hand as the both of you make your way out to the front hall. The sight of Madelaine clutching onto Jake as he holds her stops you in your track, and for a moment you forget that they aren’t yours and Jake’s children. How had they looked so much like Jake, with the perfect dirty blonde hair and the small award-winning smile.

Jake glances up at you and gives both you and Gray a smile before he runs a hand down the back of Laine’s hair. A quiet hello, little darlin’ just barely reaches your ears, though as Laine tightens her hold on Jake, you know you heard right.

“We saw you flying today, Mr. Jake.”

The small voice gains the attention of all three of you, and as you look down Gray only smiles back at you in hopes that you’ll confirm what he’s said. Though before you can say anything, Jake adjusts Laine onto his hip, and he walks to bend down in front of Grayson.

“Is that right, buddy?” A smile forms on Gray’s lip before he gives Jake a firm nod. “And how was I doing? Did I meet your standards?”

Gray nods once again, before Laine looks at him in question then turns back to Jake. “Gray says you’re the best.”

“That so?”

Gray’s hand tightens around yours before a hum and smile break across his face. “The best fighter pilot ever seen.”

You hear Jake’s breath catch before his free arm reaches out to grab Gray. A laugh breaks from Gray and any worry you had of him being uncomfortable around Jake, falls to silent ears. With one on each hip, Jake rises and looks at you, the both of you share knowing looks while the twins laugh.

Life had never felt this perfect. You and Jake had always felt whole like you weren’t missing a part of the puzzle, though an add-on would have been welcomed. But now, you both knew that the four of you were the complete puzzle. That without both Gray and Laine in your lives, a part of your puzzle would be incomplete for the first time.

#sweet nothings series #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #top gun: maverick #top gun maverick #gingy writes #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #top gun #jake hangman x reader #jake seresin fluff #Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin #tgm #tgm imagine #tgm fic

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harrywavycurly · 1 year

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Hello my darling Sarah! So I’m here to simply ask you to combine the best of both worlds and hit us with some conversations with Eddie but make them about Wayne😂 love you and thank you💕

Hiii babes!! Ask and you shall receive!! Love youuu more and you’re so very welcome!! Enjoy💖

*You and Wayne will be the reason Eddie gets gray hair before he’s thirty*

“Wayne called me and told me he saw you on the roof? Tell me he’s high on his cough meds again.” “Oh it was one time Eddie you have to let that go.” “You’re avoiding the question baby…” “i had to fix one of the lights…it was causing the whole strand to blink all wonky like.” “Sweet fucking Jesus you were actually on the roof?” “Only for a brief amount of time…Wayne came and yelled at me so I got down.” “You need a babysitter when I’m not home.” “I thought that’s what Wayne was for?” “You managed to get on the roof so he’s obviously not doing a good job.” “On a brighter note all of our Christmas lights look great now.”

“So Wayne told me you were a horrible toddler is that true?” “He told you what?” “He said that you were stubborn and had tantrums.” “Stubborn? He must’ve gotten me mixed up with himself.” “Right…” “why were you two talking about me as a toddler anyway?” “I was just curious on how our kids would act one day and he just said we should hope they turn out more like me.” “You’re the stubborn one out of the two of us sweetheart so maybe they should be like an even mixture of us?” “So like…your hair and my personality?” “Exactly.”

“How was lunch with Wayne?” “It was great I made that cheesy rice casserole he loves and some cookies.” “Damn all that for him and I’m sitting over here eating ham and cheese?” “Sorry I only have the capacity to cook for one Munson man at a time and today it was Wayne.” “I get it…so what did you two talk about over this casserole?” “Ya know..stuff.” “Stuff? What kind of stuff?” “Just things.” “Stuff and things huh?” “Yup nothing for you to worry about.” “Too late for that baby. You two make me nervous.”

“He told me I could do it.” “I swear to god the two of you can’t be left unsupervised.” “Don’t be so dramatic Eddie it’s not a big deal.” “It’s not a big deal? Wayne let you use a chainsaw and you’re not seeing how that’s a big deal?” “I wanted to help him cut some branches down he was out there for over an hour.” “You’ve never used a power tool in your life and he thinks it’s okay to just hand you the same tool they made a whole horror movie franchise about? He’s lost his fucking mind.” “I didn’t kill anyone with it I just got to cut off a few branches and it was kinda fun.” “Fun? Wielding a chainsaw was fun?” “Yeah i felt really badass and Wayne said I looked cool.” “I can’t…I just…you two are going to be the fucking death of me.” “I’m sorry you came home and saw me but just know he was out there the whole time you just…caught him when he went to get some more water.” “Oh sure yeah he was watching you the whole time…this is the same man who didn’t realize he left me at the mini mart until he was home and looking for me to ask if I’d seen his cigarets when I was like ten.” “That’s you…he’s different with me. I’m his favorite.” “You’re everyone’s favorite sweetheart. Did he at least give you safety glasses?” “You mean sunglasses? Yes.” “Sunglasses?…thats it…you two are grounded from each other for a week.”

#Eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader fluff #wayne munson #wayne munson x reader #eddie munson x you fluff #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson request #eddie and wayne munson #eddie munson concept #fiancé eddie munson #my little dungeon master baby

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princesslachimolala · 6 months

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The 8th Member of Bangtan 💜

•••

Chapter 3 - The Cook Off 🍗🍲🍳

Synopsis: you (y/n 🦊) are the 8th member of bts and are involved in all the fun and banter with the boys as you work on your music and side projects for army

Pairings: platonic! ot7 x gn! reader

Warnings: brief mention of a knife used in the kitchen for cooking

Authors note: inspired by the run BTS episodes, reader is gender neutral (gn) so read the honorific’s as they apply to you

Enjoy!✨

•••

🐰: it’s filming day tomorrow right?

🐹: yes jk! it’s the chefs episode!

🦊: will there be professional chefs or just us?

🐨: we should eat a big breakfast in case we can’t cook good

🐹: speak for yourself joonie and it’ll just be us baby petal

🐨: but we’ll share right Jin hyung?

🦊: I’ll share with you Joonie🫶🏻

🐨: thanks baby petal

🐹: …

🐥: do we all get to call y/n that now or?

🐹: …

🐱: taking Jin hyungs silence as a yes

🐹: my ellipses are saying more than my words can…

🐻: BABY PETAL!!!!!!

🐹: 🤦🏻‍♂️

🦊: hey guys🫶🏻 I thought you were all sleeping, the dorm is so quiet

🐥: we were all gaming with our headphones in

🦊: you all played games without me?? You let me go to bed while you were all having fun??😭

🐰: no noona/hyung!! We were playing the scary game you don’t like…🥹

🦊: ah okay kook

🐿: don’t be annoyed y/n-ie🫶🏻 I’m scared of it too but I’m watching the maknaes while the other hyungs are resting in bed

🦊: can I come play too please, Hobi oppa/hyung?🥹

🐱: you’ll have nightmares y/n-ie

🐹: yah we can’t repeat this every time with this video game

🐰: we can switch to Mario kart noona/hyung🙏🏻

🦊: it’s okay kook🙏🏻 keep playing

🐱: you should all be in bed soon anyway, we have a early call time tomorrow. Hobah- are you not tired?

🐿: kinda hyung😅

🐹: right kids get to bed! sweet dreams, love hyung/oppa

🐻: that message was the most dad thing Jin hyungs ever sent

🦊: it was sweet!

🐻: okay baby petal 🙄

🐹: bed, now

•••

Today the producers announced that bangtan would be cooking for todays episode. You were excited because as it turns out you were a great cook… the boys slobbered over you kimchi fried rice, japchae and bibimbap that you would cook for them whenever they requested or you were cooking for yourself and decided to make enough for them too.

But as soon as the producer announced that the two members that would have to judge the cooking competition were the members who were the best cooks, your hopes of impressing army and winning today were dashed.

Of course Jin was the main cook in the group - he’d been cooking all your meals and even Jungkook’s school lunches before he graduated since your pre-debut days. But you gained skills from him by watching him, helping him out now and again and from your family back home. Just because you were the second youngest member of bangtan doesn’t mean you couldn’t be nifty in the kitchen.

You sort of hoped the boys would forget about this fact though, when they started deciding the judges and the teams.

“Jin is definitely a judge, it would be unfair to have him on a team” Yoongi offered diplomatically.

Jin agreed to judge straight away and sat back to watch the rest of the deliberations happening with a smile. He knew there would be some heated deliberations and it would be funny.

“Hobi is a good cook too but I think Jungkook should be a judge,” Tae said pointing the finger at his maknae.

Hobi was pleased with his compliment but Jungkook looked offended, his widened eyes and mouth ready to set out his argument - the maknae always wanted in on the competition.

“I’m a worse cook than y/n,” he offered, “besides I want to make my glazed sweet potatoes for everyone”

No one could resist the bun’s pleas, so the attention turned to you.

“Yah, their hiding behind Joon hyung as if we’ll forget about them” Jimin laughed.

And it was true, the sight of you shielding yourself behind Namjoons wall of muscle was comical as you peaked out behind him. You agreed to judge after the boys went on and on about your cooking talents and the unfairness of it all. The producers looked just about ready to pull their own hair out but some staff were giggling and smiling knowingly at bangtans antics.

•••

Yoongi’s team was making a seafood stew while Hobi’s team were cooking a chicken dish. Like Namjoon, you weren’t the biggest fan of seafood but you wouldn’t be biased against the team.

At first you and Jin watched on as everyone assumed their roles - Yoongi and Jimin worked like a little duo, having sidelined Tae to eat bread rolls and peel potatoes.

Hobi, Namjoon and Jungkook proved to be a little more chaotic together - who knew two hyungs and a maknae would cause more chaos than the team with just one hyung and two maknaes?

Namjoon was butchering the chicken carcass like he had a personal vendetta against this particular chicken, making everyone laugh at his lack of kitchen skills. Hobi was dancing and scooting around the station like he couldn’t stay still, yet somehow managed to add and stir things into the pot. And Jungkook was already off on his own self-appointed side mission (making the glazed sweet potatoes as he promised).

“Aren’t you going to give armys instructions so they can make it too?” You crept behind Jungkook.

“Yah it’s dangerous to scare someone in the kitchen noona/hyung!”

“And no… the recipe is my secret sorry army” he directed towards the go pro camera you were holding below his face at a presumably unflattering angle, wiggling this eyebrows.

“Literally anyone can look up a glazed sweet potato recipe, JK, you didn’t invent it” Jin popped in.

“But mine has a secret recipe hyung”

“And what is that?”

“Love” he said with a straight face and finger heart shot into the camera, causing giggles to explode around the kitchen.

You scooted around to the other teams table and were immediately offered a bite of jam-spread roll from Tae which you gladly accepted (the smell of food was making you exceedingly hungry).

“Thanks Tae-Tae” you smiled.

“Yah! I see favouritism over there!” Hobi called over with accusing eyes.

“Concentrate on your pot hyung!” Jimin rebuted, “there’s nothing to see here!”

“Yah just because the bread rolls were on that side of the bench” Namjoon added accusingly.

“There’s no favouritism everyone can just calm down or I’m deducting points from both teams!” Jin announced.

“You can’t deduct!” Jungkook was appalled, “we haven’t even finished yet!”

Jin was clearly enjoying his power too much, he thought.

•••

The chaos died down as soon as a time limit was announced and everyone focused on their recipes.

“Baby petal and I are cooking something nice to pass the last 15 minutes” Jin explained into the small go pro camera you held in your hand.

He calmly directed you to add sugar to his frying potato slices.

“It’s simple but delicious, something a chef once taught me” he explained, while flipping the potato with his chopsticks and offering you a mouthful.

You could already begin to imagine the comments of army:

“Jin is so soft with y/n🥹”

“Jin and his baby petal are you kidding me🥲”

“baby petal and jinnie giving us wholesome content once again🌸”

…if the producers decided to include your footage in this episode that is.

“Five minutes left!” the producer called to the room.

The boys hastened, plating their food and doing finishing touches. Jimin and Taehyung were busy praising each other for their work, Hobi and Namjoon were screaming at their chicken pot to boil faster and you and Jin were walking around with the go pros, successfully distracting the chefs. You all doubled over when you realised Jungkooks glazed sweet potatoes were stuck to the plate like cement.

“That’s time!”

Everyone put their dishes on the front bench. You were doubled over again when you realised Tae had presented the dipping sauce he made for the potato pancakes in such an ostentatious way - a ceramic squirrel figurine plate encased in a glass bell jar, ON TOP OF a glass cake stand, that he called “squirrel trapped in a garden”.

You took your spoons and the boys watched you and Jin taste their work with rapt attention. The seafood dish was surprisingly tasty given your disdain for eating anything that once lived in water, and the potato pancakes and sauce were so good you almost shed a tear.

“Yah, y/n-ie is nearly crying, that’s how you know it’s good food” Yoongi cooed, pleased with himself and his team.

The chicken dish was also delicious but getting the sweet potatoes into your mouth proved comical. Jin managed to prise one piece with his chopsticks with some strength but when you tried to, you pulled too hard and the potato went flying across the room, sending the boys into a laughing frenzy.

You just knew the editors were going to edit the scene of Jungkooks creation in all sorts of ways - repeated, zoomed in, slo mo, a sliding whistle sound overlayed and with cartoon wings attached as it glided from the front to the back of the kitchen.

Recomposed, you tried again and found the sweet treat an absolute delight.

“They taste like the Middle Ages,” jin commented much to everyone’s confusion.

“They taste like 2014 to me” you laughed, “when kookie used to cook them for us… did you have a past life oppa/hyung?”

“I like both dishes, the seafood is something I would order but the sweet potatoes are amazing” Jin said distracting from his tangent.

“I think Jiminie should have an extra 5 points for cooking with baby pink hair”

The room was a mixture of laughter and outrage at your statement.

“Why??!”

“It’s not a hair competition!”

“Yah, that’s not fair!”

“Hobi hyung has pink hair too, noona/hyung!”

“And joonie has lilac hair that’s cool too we should get double points”

“Yah fine! No extra points for hair style” you conceded with a pout, staring longingly at jimins baby pink locks that looked just the colour of cotton candy floss.

Jimin giggled and gave your face a squish with his hands mumbling “cute” under his breath.

You told Jin to pick a winner since the boys could no longer trust you with making an impartial decision and with the count of 3, Jin chose the seafood team as the winners. Everyone cheered the winners and commiserated the losers and filming was commenced.

Jimin, Tae and Yoongi toddled off to get driven back to the dorm while you and Jin stayed to help the losing team out with their punishment (cleaning the kitchen).

•••

Back at the dorm, the boys were showered and changed into fresh comfortable clothes. You all gathered in the livingroom as it was time to talk about tomorrow’s schedule.

“How was the punishment?”

“It was fine but y/n-ie ran out of the kitchen as soon as Hobi hyung asked them to take out the rubbish”

“I have a phobia!”

“Oh we know” Tae said rolling his eyes.

“At least I cleaned the pots and kookie’s sweet potato plate, the sauce was all hard and stuck” you grimaced.

“The food was so good, though I’m hungry again” Jimin complained.

“Should we order Chinese food for a change?”

There was various agreements and other suggestions but everyone’s mind was starting to get foggy from tiredness and hours of not eating.

“I’ll order it then!” Jungkook whipped out his phone and sprang up to call the staff.

“So, we have to be up by 6am tomorrow, I’ve booked the dance studio for 7am” Hobi said, serious dance instructor look now on his face.

“We’ll all be there up on time won’t we…” Jin asked around his dongsaengs mostly directed at you because you were always glued to your bed in the early mornings.

“Yes oppas/hyungs” you said with a yawn.

“That’s promising” Hobi laughed.

You were tired from filming and all the boys agreed that filming at the same time as preparing a comeback was exhausting. But at the end of the day it was all they wanted to do and it was all for army to enjoy.

•••

A/n: thanks for reading! I think the next instalment will be a dance practise chapter instead of filming an episode, let me know if you have any fun ideas/dynamics you want to see!💖

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writing-all-the-time-2 · 7 months

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What he does for your birthday

Word Count: 0.8k CW/TW: None Featuring: Sanji & Eustass Kid a/n: Happy birthday @animeallthetime94! Hope you have a great day!

Sanji

He makes sure to get up before you so he can make you your favorite breakfast. Obviously he brings it to you in bed.

Luckily the Straw Hats were docked at an island on your birthday. When you finish breakfast and get ready for the day, Sanji takes you out to explore the island.

While the two of you are gone the rest of the Straw Hats get your surprise party set up (when Sanji brought up the idea to them how could they say no?).

When the two of you get back to the Sunny, Nami and Robin keep you distracted so Sanji can slip into the kitchen to finish the final touches. However, you start getting suspicious when the girls won’t let you go into the kitchen.

“Alright, what’s going on?” I asked. “Nothing,” Nami said. “We’re just trying to spend some time with you for your birthday.” “And I appreciate that but this is the second time you two have stopped me from going into the kitchen to get a drink,” I said. “I’ll go get you a drink,” Nami said. She walked away before you could protest or question her more. “Sanji’s planning something isn’t he?” I asked Robin. Robin simply shrugged but that was enough of an answer.

Eventually you heard Sanji calling for you from the kitchen. You walk in to find that Sanji made some of your favorite foods for dinner along with your favorite cake (or other sweet treat if you don’t like cake) for dessert. The kitchen is even decorated with little decorations.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” I said. “I know, that’s what makes it fun,” Sanji said as he pulled me into a hug. “You deserve the world, (y/n). This was the least I could do.” Sanji pulled away from the hug to grab something off the counter. “Happy birthday, love,” Sanji said as he handed me a jewelry box. I took the box from him and opened it. Inside was a simple silver necklace. “I love it, Sanji,” I said. “And I love you.” Sanji took the necklace out of the box to help me put it on. I turned around and moved my hair out of the way. As he put the necklace around my neck I noticed Luffy peaking into the kitchen from the little window in the door. “I think Luffy smelled dinner,” I said with a chuckle. “Of course he did,” Sanji said.

You spend the rest of the night celebrating your birthday with the rest of the crew.

Eustass Kid

The day starts off as any other day would.

You get up before Kid since he tends to sleep in late.

You’re met with happy birthday wishes from the crew as you walk through the Victoria Punk.

You join Killer in the kitchen to help him get breakfast ready for the crew. He tells you happy birthday and surprises you with a special breakfast. He insists that you don’t have to help him cook today but you don’t listen.

Kid eventually joins everyone else for breakfast but he doesn’t say anything to you. You just assume he’s grumpy this morning so you finish eating and start going about your daily duties.

In reality, Kid forgot it was your birthday. Killer had to remind him what day it was. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about you or your birthday. He just wasn’t good with remembering dates.

You don’t see Kid again until later in the evening. He spent most of the day in his workshop and you weren’t happy, but you didn’t want to let that ruin your day.

You were hanging out on the deck, playing cards with Heat and Wire, when Kid finally came out of his workshop. When he comes over to you Heat and Wire immediately leave, not wanting to get caught in the possible fight to come.

“Hey, (y/n) can we talk?” Kid asked. “About what?” I asked with an irritated tone. “Look, I know you’re probably pissed at me, but I didn’t mean to forget your birthday,” Kid said. “You can call me an idiot all you want later, but I wanted to give you this first.” He held out a small wolf figurine made out of metal. “Wha- Did you make this?” I asked as I took the figurine from him. “I did…That’s what I was doing all day,” Kid said. “I know it isn’t much but-” I cut him off by hugging him. “I take it you like it?” Kid asked as he hugged her back. “I love it,” I said. “Thank you.” “Happy birthday, (y/n),” Kid said. “I’m sorry for not remembering and for spending the day in the workshop.” “It’s okay, really,” I said. “You made up for it.” “And I intend to keep making up for it later tonight,” Kid said with a smirk.

#one piece #one pice headcanons #sanji #op sanji #eustass kid #eustasscaptainkid

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aajjks · 3 months

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i’m really excited to write this roleplay because i have no idea what mi!koo is like or what makes him a yandere. i was re-reading asks about him and sending asks about what he looked like so i could get a feel for him 😅

mommy issues!JK

“okay class! go play! be careful!” you announce to your students but before you warn them to be careful, they’re already scattering around like little ants. you let out a sigh as one of your students trips and falls, ruining their uniform. being a teacher has taught you that overreacting only makes the child overreact, so you simply encourage your student to dust themselves off and go have fun. you don’t gasp or give a huge reaction, you just give them a thumbs up and encourage them to go have fun.

“what’s up, y/n!” says park chaeyoung, the kindergarten teacher who not only pretended to hump one of your parents but is well-aware of their massive crush on you. you don’t find chaeyoung to be a bother but you wouldn’t say the two of you are friends either. when you need ideas for activities, chaeyoung doesn’t mind giving you some advice and vice versa.

“hey chae” you reply as you walk closer to her.

“how were your classes today, pretty?”

“they were okay. the kids did really good with the gummy bear activity” you shrug as you listen to chaeyoung and watch your kids at the same time. some of your kids hang on the monkey bars while other play in the field of flowers, specifically seol and areum.

“so, when are you gonna fuck that hot teacher?”

you gasp “chaeyoung! i am not going to…F him”

you’re a teacher, you can’t curse. at least in front of your kids, you won’t.

“if you don’t, i will”

“not a chance. i heard he’s either got a wife or he’s got baby mama drama”

“you really believe what those teachers say about him?” chaeyoung smirks then leans in closer to your ear “i heard he’s got a crush on one of the teacher’s at the school”

surely you know it’s you, right? it’s not like seol’s dad is the best at hiding his feelings for you but you don’t react, flinch, nothing. that’s when chaeyoung concludes that you’re fucking oblivious to his crush on you which, again, is very obvious. his body language and baby doll-like eyes makes it very clear that the only woman on his mind is the woman that teaches his kid. awkward, but chaeyoung finds it kind of cute.

“he does?” you say “i hope they like him back. oh! one of my parents are here. talk to you later, chaeyoung..hi, yuna!! your father is here!!”

“okay, you have a good day!”

next to leave is one of chaeyoung’s kid and after 10 more minutes outside, you instruct your kids to get in single file line so they could hydrate themselves and prepare for snack-time. as you’re taking a swig of your own bottled water, seol taps your leg to get your attention and presents a flower he picked out just for you.

“it’s for you, mom!” he sweetly says with those adorable eyes of his.

“oh, seol~ that is so sweet of you. thank you so much, hun” you say to the five-year old as you lean down and allow him to put it behind your ear. next to follow behind seol is areum who also present a flower of her own she picked out just for you.

“you too, areum? thanks so much. you two are just the sweetest” you coo as you allow areum to put the flower behind your other ear. “c’mon you guys, let’s go in class so you can eat. i know you guys are starving” you joke as you hold their smaller hands in yours and guide your students inside the classroom for snack-time.

“can you believe mr. gang sold the company? we’re the best banking company in the city and he SELLS it?! we were an independent company making our own money! ugh, wait til i tell alina about this bullshit” eunwoo complains but it’s not just him that is irritated about the surprising news, jungkook is too.

“and guess what? they want everyone to dress all fancy this weekend for a celebration. you going to that dinner because if you don’t then i’m not going either”

but they both know the dinner is mandatory, plus, it’ll be the first time jungkook has seen nara’s face since all those years ago.

“we’ll talk about it on the phone” eunwoo says as he takes a look at his phone “dammit, alina can’t get areum today. good thing i get off early. hey, didn’t you say you’ve got a meeting with y/n, right? don’t forget about that” and before eunwoo can leave jungkook’s office, it was as if a lightbulb lit up in his head.

“you should invite y/n to that celebration this weekend! i’m sure she’ll say yes, or are you too scared to ask? you know i can get alina to ask her. they’re close”

~🫧

Jungkooks eyes light up, “bro… if i could kiss you I would but you’re married and I love yn.” Eunwoo is so intelligent, no wonder he’s married, eunwoo makes a gag face at jungkooks sentence but jungkook just laughs it off

He could ask you to dinner- this weekend, if you’re not too busy. He hopes that you’re not,

So after a few more hours as they are both walking out of the company after a long day at work, Jungkook decides to drive alone since eunwoo has got his own car.

Would you agree? He bites his lip as he focuses on driving, please you have to agree, Jungkook is really hopeful and it’ll be great.

After 30 minutes, he’s pulling up in the school parking lot Acs you bet he’s running towards your classroom in the hallway, the teachers watch him but he doesn’t care.

Jungkook pants a little before he fixes his clothes and then he’s finally knocking at your door. “Ms yn?” He calls out and after a few seconds you open the door.

All in your tight blouse glory, Jungkook blinks twice so he can stop staring at your breasts and he bows his head as you allow him in.

Damn, you’re so sexy in this teacher attire of yours, please teach him a lesson he will never forget, or maybe you could just fuck him on that desk of yours.

Shut up horndog.

There you are staring at him and the kids are probably in the playground, it’s just you and him, oh he’s so excited. “H-Hi Ms yn.” He blushes, your stare is so sexy.

How are you so hot, he’s feeling so hot right now. God save him.

You give him a small bright smile and he feels so good, all his anxiety and stress washing away, “uhhh before you say anything I have a question… kinda inappropriate.” He scratches the back of his head because he can’t have your own friend ask you if you’d like to accompany him to the dinner next weekend.

“So I need a date for the company dinner and you’re the only woman I know…. And feel comfortable with… uh… Ms yn… would you like to go on a dinner date with me? Please say yes I don’t want to be alone there… as you can tell I’m single.”

#ask: mi!jk #you’re going TO LOVE HIM BESTIE #🫧 anon

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ketho484 · 1 year

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Part 4 of the actor AU WOOOOOOO!!! I hope you like it

Au belongs to @frillsand

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Chapter 4: The gift of friends

The days blurred together rather quickly as a new routine was established. Willow would be dropped off at the studio by Jessica, the kid would interact with the cast, she’d watch them record, and then Wally would take her somewhere. Sometimes they’d go with someone else, like going with Howdy to help him get some groceries, or going with Frank to the library, or going with Sally to the theater. Willow’s mood definitely improved as she interacted with everyone. She wasn’t as shy anymore, she was happier, and thanks to Wally making sure she ate something every day, she looked healthier too. She loved this new life. Some of the stage hands loved this kid too for how endearing she was. She actually gave her own personal opinions on scenes when they were shooting, even showing the cast how something might be funnier or more coordinated. Her favorite pastime with the cast was helping them with their lines. She especially helped Wally give Poppy some extra attention by stepping in for him when he was busy shooting a scene. Life was nice…until a month after the first visit.

Willow was a wee bit depressed today, which immediately seemed to change the atmosphere of the work environment. She was jittery and flinched if anyone, including Wally, tried to touch her. She kept up a chipper attitude when her new friends needed it, but other than that, she was tired and she was sad. By lunchtime, she’d locked herself in one of the storage closets used for props while the rest of the cast ate at the canteen.

“…Okay, enough is enough” Sally spoke up, an agitated tone in her voice “We need to figure out what’s going on with Willow”

“I agree” Julie piped up “Willow’s all down in the dumps and we have to fix it!”

“Might be harder than you guys think” Wally stated, making everyone look at him “When she gets down like this, sometimes it’s hard to make her smile”

“There’s gotta be something to turn that frown upside down” Barnaby said as he started thinking

They all began brainstorming. Some fresh treats? No, she might not eat them. A fun game? She might not play. Read her a story? She may fall asleep or end up hating the book. A joke? She might not laugh. A funny skit? Same problem as the joke. A sweet note? She might get upset and rip it up. A new toy? She might reject it.

Wally sighed and got up, the others not noticing since they were chatting. He went to the closet Willow was hiding in and sat down with his back leaning on the door. He could hear her crying in there. It broke his heart to hear that little puppet crying. Even still, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, leaning on the door as a gentle song came from his lips, a song his late mother would sing to him if he was ever sad or scared or if he had a hard time sleeping.

“Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me

Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee

Sounds of the rude world heard in the day

Lulled by the moonlight have all passed away

Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song

List while I woo thee with soft melody

Gone are the cares of life's busy throng

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me”

By the time he was done, his eyes opening slowly as a few tears trickled down his felt, yellow cheeks, Willow’s crying had ceased. He heard a loud click from the door before getting up and going into the prop closet. The light was on, which was good. Willow was sitting with her back against the far wall, face buried into her knees as they curled up close to her, arms keeping them from slipping. Her hair was messy, her body was shaking. She was a mess. Wally sighed and went to sit down next to her. He didn’t say anything, but he did look at her sadly. They stayed like that for a few minutes before Willow finally spoke.

“…Daddy said you were using me” She spoke in a broken voice “H-He said you wanted me to help you and your friends do better in your show…H-H-He said when…when you were done with m-me…You’d throw me o-o-o-out!” Her shoulders heaved and she started crying again

“What? No!” Wally pulled her into a gentle hug. He didn’t grip her shoulder so as not to scare her too much, and although she froze, she didn’t fight to run away “No, we’d never do that to you. Never in a million years. You’re precious and sweet and important to us not because of our careers, but because we want to see you happy too. I see it in the eyes of my friends every time they see you. You make them smile, so they want to help you smile”

Willow turned slightly and buried her face into Wally’s sweater, sobbing into his chest as he hugged her a bit tighter. He gently rubbed circles into her back to help soothe her, which did seem to make her feel a bit better as she calmed down rather quickly…because she fell asleep in Wally’s arms. All that crying for, quite possibly, hours on end, left her rather exhausted. Wally sighed, smiling as he picked her up and left the closet with her, heading to his dressing room. There was a couch in the room that he laid Willow down on. She curled up into the orange dyed leather as Wally used a long cardigan as a blanket for her. When he was satisfied and knew she was safe, he left the room and locked the door to make sure nobody would disturb her. He went and met up with his friends on stage six.

“Wally!” Barnaby called him over “We have a plan to help Willow!”

“No need” Wally smiled as the others gathered around him “I know what happened”

Wally relayed what Willow had said to him. To say the rest of the cast was alarmed or upset would be an understatement. Frank, Julie, and Sally were boiling with rage, Barnaby was downright horrified, and both Howdy and Poppy needed to be stopped from going and trying to wake Willow up. They had each planned to get her a present that would hopefully cheer her up, but they all decided to put it all into one manageable lump present. After shooting was done for the day, they all created the present and left it in the dressing room, watching from the slightly ajar door as Willow woke up, saw a piece of paper, and opened it. Her eyes watered at what she read, many types of handwriting present and each one telling who wrote what:

‘Dear, Willow,

We all hope you had a nice nap. You looked so peaceful that I didn’t want to wake you, so I let you sleep in my dressing room. I told the others what you told me and to cheer you up, we all decided to write a letter. The following are the messages from the cast:

Sweetheart, you’re the sweetest little treat that helps brighten my day. The flour that holds together our friendship cake. You make my day that much sweeter.

Pup, you’re a really funny gal. Your jokes never fail to make me laugh, and when you laugh at mine, I can’t help but laugh with you. You really tickle my funny bone.

Starlight, you’re truly the best person I know. If it were up to me, as a thanks for all the help you give us, I’d give you a leading role in the show, like Wally’s top co-star.

Little one, you are incredibly intelligent. When I spout out my facts, you listen, and if I’m ever wrong, you correct me. I can respect your intelligence at such a young age. It’s one of the things that makes you so endearing.

You’ve got such big dreams, kiddo. I know they are there, and I know you haven’t shared them yet, but like a letter with a stamp, I know your dreams will find you.

Little butterfly, you’re like a teddy bear. You’re so resilient, but when you tear, you need fixing. Luckily, if you want, a guy with four arms can stitch you up easily.

Rosebud, you bloom so brightly every day. On the days you wilt, I’m willing to give you extra care to make you happy again.

Willow, I know you’re scared of being left behind, but I promise that we’re not going anywhere. Anything you need, just tell us and we’ll all do our best to provide. We all love you’

The entire cast signed the letter. Willow was crying again, though the crew could clearly see the smile on her face as she pulled the letter close to her chest. They had never seen her this happy before. Wally went in, immediately catching Willow’s attention. The little puppet ran to Wally, hugging him tightly. He sat her on the floor as he hugged her back. One by one, the cast joined in the hug, making Willow smile more and more as she started crying again. She had never been this happy before…

…and she didn’t want the feeling to end

#Welcome Home #OC #Wally Darling #Poppy #Sally #Julie #Frank #Howdy #Barnaby #TW: Mentions of abandonment

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midnightexpressproductions · 7 months

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I completely forgot I had these in my drafts

With these last two character intros, this finally rounds out the full main cast!

No update for today but I'll hopefully have one coming up for y'all soon.

Gwen Nguyen | The Kid

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While she might seem like a sweet and innocent kid at first glance, Gwen is precocious and snarky to a fault. She wants to be taken seriously and doesn't like being coddled due to her disability or because of her age. Gwen isn't afraid to make her dislike of someone known, making crude gestures or mocking them behind their backs. She'd say that she is mature for her age but that couldn't be further from the truth. Because Gwen doesn't want to be seen as helpless, she is very adamant in learning how to fight and take care of herself, wanting to do her part in protecting the crew. Gwen is very trusting when you first meet her. However, that trust can be easily broken and once lost can never be regained. Even during the apocalypse, Gwen has not given up hope of a brighter future.

Fun Facts:

She absolutely loves bears. Gwen's favorites are sun bears and grizzly bears.

Her full name is Gwendolyn. Call her that and she'll hate you forever.

She likes giving little trinkets of her appreciation to the rest of the crew. Shiny rocks, flowers, bottle caps, anything she thinks that they would like.

Gwen is fluent in ASL and she is learning how to speak HCMC sign language.

She doesn't like dogs.

If she had to choose who her favorite was in the crew, it'd be either Max or Javier. Gwen likes drawing with Max and pushing Javier's buttons is always fun.

She hates the dark.

Gwen still has her polar bear plush that she's had since birth. She keeps it hidden away in her backpack.

Pa and Ma Hazel | The Guardians

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Pa might look like a big scary dog but in actuality, he's just a big ol' doofus. He's more friendlier compared to Ma Hazel, greeting anyone (human or animal) he meets with a multitude of puppy dog kisses. He's also much more curious, a trait that causes Pa to wander off rather frequently. Luckily, Ma Hazel is around to keep him in check. She's the complete opposite of Pa, her almost cat-like personality making her a difficult dog to get along with. She's known as the princess of the crew and she likes to be treated as such. While it doesn't take much for Pa to trust someone, Ma Hazel isn't so easily swayed. Once you've gained their trust however, you've gained a friend for life and both Pa and Ma Hazel will fiercely protect the people they love.

Fun Facts:

No one knows their real names. Derek's the one who renamed them as Pa and Ma Hazel and that's what they've been answering to ever since.

Ma Hazel is picky with who she gives attention to. Her favorite humans so far are Derek and Gwen.

Pa loves everyone equally but Gwen seems to be his most favorite.

Ma Hazel hates getting baths. She loves having her fur brushed through.

Pa likes to chew on everything he finds and because of this, will bring back random objects. After the crew received a few grisly presents, he's not allowed to wander by himself anymore.

Ma Hazel is a secret troublemaker. She'll get into the treats hidden away or eat any food left out. Because of how stoic she seems, everyone assumes Pa did it.

They both seem to understand commands in English and Spanish.

#if wip #when the dead wake #character intro #gwen nguyen #pa and ma hazel

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pbandjesse · 24 days

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It was super nice to have a feildtrip today. It was just so nice to not be at the desk being so bored. I had a good time. It wasn't the best day but it was still nice.

I slept a little better. I still woke up in the middle of the night but I had an easier time falling asleep. I was not feeling great physically though. My hair dried weird and I was just feeling self conscious. The outfit I chose didn't work out and I changed into something better but I was still a bit awkward feeling. I also messed up my eyeliner and was just not feeling amazing.

James gave me big hugs and helped me carry some stuff to the car. And then they said goodbye and headed to the museum. I took a minute to gather myself and then was off.

It wasn't a bad drive. James has made me a grilled peanut butter and jelly sandwich and it was good food for eating and driving. And I pulled up to camp at 8.

I would stop at the art building first. To get the staffs and the rest of my art materials. And then down to the office to warm up and work on sewing my mice.

I would get all the mice I brought finished. But I might redo how their ears are attached because I don't like how it looks. But they are super cute though and I'm very excited to have a new critter.

The group was set to arrive at 10. And everyone else slowly trickled in. I would go and set up my table and Elizabeth said I could just go wait at the amphitheater. Don't have to tell me twice.

I wandered down there and got to meet some of the donors that Alexi, Heather, and Lou were taking on a tour. They had a very sweet dog with them. And it was just nice sitting outside waiting for the group.

I heard them before I saw them. And they were so nice. The indigo group made me anxious at first but now I really enjoy them. And it's a really nice change of pace because they want everything to be built around free choice. And because of the relationships they have built with these kids it actually works pretty well. Which is great.

I would stay for the intro but it started drizzling when they started breaking into groups so Elizabeth told me I could bounce. And I would join them again after lunch.

They went on a hike and did a worksheet about seeing things in nature. And while they were all doing that I was in the office. Printing my journals for our upcoming feildtrips and learning how to change the toner in the printer.

It would take me a while to print and then fold everything. But once that was done I worked on reaching out to schools who have Native American field trips in the next few weeks. And printed those schedules for those who got back to me so that Sarah won't have trouble leading the programs while me and James are in Africa.

I had my veggie hot dog for lunch and once it was closer to 1230 I walked up to the hacienda to gather the group.

But there was a slight change and we were directed to just go straight to the field. Honestly I preferred that. I would head to the trading post and eventually Adam from indigo would join me and I showed him how to sue the printing press and it went so good!

They had planned two other projects but everyone loved my lead prints so much that that was the only thing we did. And it was messy but exciting and everyone loved using the press and the brayers and it was awesome.

When we had a little lull in the kids who were coming over Adam agreed I could go get a smore. And it was very good. He would go down next and get his own and helped them out over there. And I continued to encourage the kids to find interesting things to print. I was hoping for a feather but we would try flowers and that was fun.

A little after 2 it started drizzling so I packed up everything. The last couple kids who were printing were super into it so I waited until they were done and then put everything in my box and walked it to the car. I had to navigate around running children and I was struggling to carry the heavy bin but I did not drop it and I made it to the car without falling.

I would head to the office to answer some emails and had the rest of my lunch. Since I had set up the hacienda myself I decided I didn't have to help put it away. And would just chill at my desk and played on my phone and did some research about nonsense.

It was Celia's last feildtrips before she starts her new job next week. And she was a little emotional and I was very uncomfortable because if she cried I would cry!! I am so happy for her and this new job but man. I am going to miss working together but if I think about it to much I get very sad in a selfish way. We have talked about that a lot. How it's really sad we aren't working together anymore. But we will make a big effort to hang out more since we can't just rely on being at camp together.

I would finish up and leave not long after Celia did. And I was just really excited to go home. I was tired.

And when I got home James was right there! Hello my love! They were making me dumplings and we chatted and they would come sit upstairs with me. We would cuddle a little while they talked about their day. And eventually they went to do their podcast and I headed to my studio to sew.

I finished the second wave of mice and will do all their finishing work tomorrow. I also made all the ears I will need for them. But it was a nice hour just working.

I would come up here and went through some packing stuff. I think I have the shoes I'm going to wear picked but also I may cut one pair still. I also decided I was going to wear my backpack rather then my tote. I may change my mind again but for now I moved everything over and I'm happy about that. And it was fun just sorting my stuff. I always like that. I also chose a robe to bring as pajamas and put soms stuff in my suitcase like slips for the dresses. I can't wait to pack for real.

Now I think I'm going to go take a shower and chill for the rest of the night. James is still doing their podcast but hopefully they will be done soon.

Tomorrow is a day of getting ready for the open house on Sunday. And I am just hoping for a chill time. I hope you all have a great night. And have a fun day tomorrow. I love you all. Good night!!

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digital-survivor · 2 years

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Rough translation of all the prequel stories from Digimon Survive website. There might be mistakes because this was minimally edited by myself (neither a Japanese or English native speaker).

Warning: light spoilers of the kids' back stories.

TAKUMA Just a few more days until the extracurricular camp… (I was relaxing that day, opening the camp guidebook while watching the TV…) Ahhh, of course we'll sleep in a tent… I hope we don't get bugs or anything… Oh, we'll make curry together at night! Yay! I feel like I'm starting to look forward to it! (Thinking back on it now, I was very carefree - it was really just a bit like going out for fun to me) (But it can't be helped, right?) (At that time, I didn't expect it would turn out like that…) Hmm… news? What is this… a landslide? (I've heard of earthquakes and river flooding recently…) Oh! That's right! Maybe we should do some survival training at the upcoming camping trip? To learn the skills to survive in case of emergency… yeah, this would be a good experience, wouldn't it? …what am I saying, haha, camping is nothing like that. It must be about more serious stuff. (I should have been more careful at this point.) (Because the spot of the landslide reported on the TV was the destination of our camping trip…)

AOI Ha… (On my way home one day, I let out a depressed sigh.) (A kid in my class asked me to do the daily shift for her.) (Later I found out that she was taking advantage of me for her convenience.) (When our teacher heard that I had taken over her day shift, he scolded me, asking why I didn't refuse…) Ha… Why…? Even though I was just helping everyone… Even though I only wanted to do the right thing… …oh, that reminds me, I just received this today This might be good… Yeah, this is probably a good idea. Sometimes you just have to take a break from all this stuff! Hehe, I wonder what I'm going to see. I'm getting kind of excited. (Maybe it was just escapism. But I was looking forward to the camp.) (I never thought it would come to this…)

MINORU Uwahhh~~ Ahh… I'm bored~ …eh? Now that I think about it, isn't the extracurricular camp coming up soon? Whoa, I knew it! I haven't prepared anything yet! Eh? Oh yeah, what should I bring to the camp again? Uhh, right, at times like this we need the guidebook Errr… guidebook, where's the guidebook… Oh, there it is. Now let's see… Clothes that are easy to move in, shoes… handkerchief, tissue… … Huh? Water and ready meals? Flashlight? Oi oi, are you kidding me? They're not going to make us stay in the middle of nowhere right? Are they going to make us go to a place without water and electricity? But such dangerous things don't happen that often, I'll just pack some juice or other stuff then (Thinking back, I didn't have any idea of "what I must take" at that time.) (If I had thought about packing less and lighter, we would be in serious trouble.) (I'd never thought a day where juice and sweets would save me would come…) Hmm~ maybe it's okay if I take a small bite now… No, dinner is almost ready after all… hmm~ (In the end, I decided to hold back. No, really - I'm glad I didn't eat it.) (What I chose could have made all the difference in the situation afterwards…) (Then I wonder what I should have chosen to prevent this from happening…)

RYOU Extracurricular camp? That's bullshit. Who the hell goes to that kind of thing? (I grumbled to myself as I looked to the fliers plastered on the bulletin board in the hall way.) (What's the fun in looking at cherry blossom trees and historic sites and stuff like that?) (At that time, I was thinking that for sure…) Ouch! That hurts, where the hell are you looking at while walking!? (I yelled at the girl who bumped into me. She looked like she was about to cry and quickly moved away.) (I looked around and saw people talking about me behind my back from a distance with annoyed eyes.) …Ugh. What the hell. Is it my fault…? (Yes, that's right. It's my fault. I went too far with my words even though she didn't mean to do that.) (That's why I'm telling you… stop looking at me with those eyes…) (I'm already pretty much hated, so don't hate me any further…) Camp… do guys from other schools join this too? If it's guys from other schools then maybe… (Well, I didn't expect anything.) (But that doesn't mean I want this situation to happen…)

SAKI Ah, hello Mom? I'm on my way home right now. (That day, I took a short detour on the way home from school - it was something I did once in a month.) (Same results, same conversations) Yeah, nothing's changed, she said. She said that as long as I don't push myself too hard, I'll be fine. So, uh… can I ask you a favor? You see, today I got a notice from school. It's about an extracurricular camp. And um… I was thinking that maybe it'd be nice if I could go to this camp… Oh, of course I got the doctor's permission! I talked to her earlier, and she was okaying it! (Mom was surprised, panicked, and said no, but I have a special move.) Mom, please… this might be my last chance… (With that one word, she shushed me and allowed me with a tearful voice) (Ah~ I know I used an underhanded trick, but please allow me at least this much…) (It might really be my last chance after all.) Thanks, Mom! I'll tell you all the details when I get home! Okay, bye bye! Alright~! Let's go have fun at the camp! (I can't believe that all this camping… making great memories… turned out to be like this…) (Really… ahhh…)

SHUUJI Eh… A chaperone for an extracurricular camp…? (The call was from my homeroom teacher back in middle school.) (He said they were short on teachers to chaperone the camp, so they wanted me, one of the best graduates, to help out.) W-well, I know I was the top student in my grade, but still, to chaperone for a camp… ("I want to rely on your leadership," my teacher told me.) Leadership… That's right, to become a chaperone, surely… (I'll be able to show what I'm really capable of.) (Was it my father or my brother that was in my mind at that time…) I understand. I'll accept the offer to become the chaperone for the camp! (My heart was filled with emotions as I heard the teacher's thanks on the other end of the phone.) (It was… well, I guess it filled me with pride.) (If my father had seen me, he would have frowned. If my brother knew, he would have scoffed.) (No, that's not the point.) (I didn't have a sense of urgency at the time.) All right! As a member of the Kayama family, I will lead the group flawlessly! (I didn't know that camping can be life-threatening…)

KAITO I'm home- … Hmm? (In the evening, when I came home from school, I noticed that my sister Miu's shoes were missing.) Mom! What happened to Miu? (Mom came out of the kitchen and said Miu hasn't come home yet.) What? Not yet? It's already evening! It'll be dark soon! If we leave Miu alone, something might happen again! (I had a feeling Mom said I was worrying too much.) (I didn't hear what she said, because I ran out of the house without waiting for her to finish.) Ahhh, damn! It's starting to get dark already! The phone… she's not picking it up! Ahh really! Why is she doing this!? (I'm frustrated with Miu for going out so carelessly, but mostly I'm angry at myself.) (Angry at myself who failed to properly protect her…) I'll never let Miu cry again… I'll protect her! (That's right, I'll be the one to protect Miu.) (Even if the world is going to end…)

MIU (That day, as I was walking my usual route home, I was venting out the exasperation that had been building up in my chest.) Hmph! Everyone is no good! I can't believe they don't understand my fashion sense! What's with the long sleeves, Miu-chan? Shouldn't you roll them up? It's that kind of outfit! It's stylish! Even this hat! Don't call it childish! Cat ears are cute, don't you see! (I can say what I want to say when I'm alone, but at school, in front of everyone, I can't do it like this.) (I was at a loss for words, and in my haste, I said, "I'm going to curse you," like I always do.) Uhh… I shouldn't have said that… (I remembered the looks in everyone's eyes in the classroom… The way they looked at me, like they were afraid of me, like they didn't want to be with me…) Why… Why can't you understand… Being left behind is scary… but being watched from afar is even scarier… (Because it reminds me of that time…) Ha… let's go home soon If I come home too late, my brother will get annoying. Oh, how I want to be free- (I was half serious, half just wanting to say that…) (Maybe someone, or God, heard my request…?)

#digimon survive #digimon survive spoilers

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marshmallows2345 · 2 years

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spicy sweet (antonio dawson x reader)

content warning: canon-typical violence, kidnapping, fighting, allusions to smut

a/n: this ended up not being as spicy as i thought but…oh well. i hope you all enjoy !

it was well established within Intelligence that you were one of the detectives with a gentler hand. you preferred to have a conversation with suspects; it usually got you further than when you would be more aggressive. sometimes, you’d even turn on the charm, using your looks to your advantage. you also knew how to talk people down, get them to cooperate. because of this, you were always the one pulled to persuade hostage holders, or talk a suspect down from making a rash decision.

you were partnered with antonio, and the two of you matched like sugar and spice. you were the “good cop,” while he was the “bad cop.” in interrogations, the two of you could work magic together. it eventually turned into a romantic relationship, over a late night at your apartment that featured a lot of booze, some great sex, and some domino’s pizza. antonio found comfort in you; you understood him better than anybody else. he trusted you so much that he even let his kids, eva and diego, stay with you if they wanted. they viewed you as almost an aunt; you were the fun one who let them stay up late, eat whatever they wanted, and always got them pizza. sleepovers were always the highlight of their month when they could stay with you.

because of how strongly you cared for eva and diego, cases with kids started to hit just a little harder. you could see them in the victims, see their smiling faces in these kids that were taken from the world too soon. the case that intelligence was working currently involved kids; and it was wearing on everyone. five kids, first kidnapped, then brutally murdered. the suspect was on the run with a child hostage, and it was a race against time to get him apprehended and get the kid he was holding out.

when jay came up into Intelligence, panting and out of breath, you said,

“anything?”

“14 Maple Street. Black van matching the suspect’s was seen at that address.”

“let’s move,” hank said, grabbing his coat.

you had never seen intelligence move so fast. hank relayed the instructions to you as you all moved quickly to the destination. there was no question; this child would be going home in one piece today. you rode with antonio, and you heard hank’s voice ring out over the comms,

“y/n, antonio, you two will go in. first priority is to get the hostage out, second one is to apprehend the suspect. hostage negotiator is on scene, no luck so far. suspect is armed.”

“suspect’s temperament?” you asked.

“growing more agitated as we speak.”

“what about the kid?” antonio asked.

“he’s fine. clearly traumatized but he’s physically fine.”

you and antonio nodded, an unspoken promise between the two of you that you would get this kid out of there. when you parked outside, you got your kevlar armor on before taking position. the beauty of dating your partner was during moments like this. there was no need to speak. it was understood that you would have each other’s backs. in these moments, you were telepathic. the connection and bond between the two of you was unbreakable.

as you both quietly moved through the house, the energy between the two of you was strong. you made it upstairs, where you said,

“suspect is upstairs. smaller bedrooms are clear, hostage and suspect are in master bedroom.”

you took a deep breath in before looking to antonio. your hand was on the doorknob, and he nodded. you opened it, stepping back to make sure he wouldn’t open fire.

“chicago pd! put the knife down!” antonio exclaimed as he pointed the gun at the suspect.

“take another step closer and the boy dies!”

“mr. kent,” you calmly said, in an attempt to calm down the suspect and try and get him to at least let the boy go, “we don’t want to hurt you. if you let the boy go, we can help you. you just have to let him go.”

“no! you can’t take him!”

you were facing the suspect head on. he pressed his knife deeper into the boy’s chin and you said, as you cocked your gun,

“push that knife in any deeper and i’ll fuckin’ kill you.”

you didn’t know how that slipped out of your mouth, but you didn’t regret it. using his better judgement, the suspect let the boy go, and antonio pulled him out, handing him to a backup officer. his attention was now on the still-armed suspect and you. if this son of a bitch hurt you, antonio knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

when the guy stalked towards you, your hand-to hand combat instincts kicked in. you knew he didn’t stand a chance, and you were right. after a quick scuffle, which you won, save for a knife slice or two, you handcuffed the suspect, knee digging into his back to add some extra spice.

“you’re a son of a bitch. going after kids? i hope you rot in jail,” you growled as you led him out.

once you had tossed him into a squad car, you headed over to the ambulance waiting outside to get checked out. luckily everything was superficial, and your scratches would heal in a week. not that you cared about your healing, you just hoped the boy was okay.

you were reassured that the boy would be okay. he would need counseling, but you had luckily saved him before anything physical happened to him. it comforted you to an extent. antonio came over to you and he said, wrapping his arm around you,

“you did good, y/n.”

“thanks. i don’t know what came over me, i just..”

“it worked. and by god, i’m glad you let him have it. how bad are the scratches?”

“i’ll be fine. minimal, if any, scarring.”

“c’mon. let me take you to my place,” antonio said, as he took your vest off for you.

“i’d like that a lot.”

he drove you to his apartment. diego and eva were with his ex-wife, and you had the apartment to yourselves. when you got in, you made yourself comfortable, shoes kicked off, and you curled up on his couch. he wrapped his jacket around your shoulders and you pulled it tighter to you.

“you were really amazing out there,” he said as he pulled you up from the couch. “i loved watching you take that son of a bitch down.”

you blushed and softly chuckled as he pulled you into him. he was so strong, you could feel all the muscles in his chest and arms as you held onto him.

“but my god, baby, the best part was watching you snap at him, then cuff him with your knee in his back.”

“you liked that?”

“very much.”

smirking, you grabbed the dog tags that hung around his neck and tugged him down. his lips collided with yours as you held onto his tags.

“fuck, baby,” he groaned as you held onto his tags. “i love when you do that.”

“yeah? well i love when these tags are dangling above my face. c’mon, ‘tonio…”

he pulled you down to the couch, moving you onto his lap as his lips attached to yours. you let yourself get lost in him as you felt his hands roam your body, excitedly anticipating the night’s activities.

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snowwolflover · 6 months

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A deal is a deal

part 5

I have to admit I got a little nervous myself when I got the yet back from Flora. What did she want to talk to me about? Did I do something wrong? God I hope not. I showed Kat the message and she had no clue what it could be either but in Kat true fashion she blow it off right away and went on with the night. We went and sat in the living room with some of the other girls and Kat eat and we all watched some Halloween movies since Halloween was coming up Next Friday, only 6 days away now. Everyone was getting ready for the big campus wide party that happens on Halloween night. it's one of the biggest night of the year and all the sorority and fertunits have to show up and show out. I was talking to Kat about it a little. A few hours had gone by and then I got a text from Grace

Grace: Hey Tiff, do you think you can come get me soon or would it be better if I asked Miss Rae for a ride?

Me: I can come get you sweetie, are you done now?

Grace: Ya, I'm good to go any time. the kids are all in bed and the cleaning is done.

Me: Ok I'll head over now.

Me: Am I going to get a good behavior report from Miss Rae about you? LOL

Grace: 😡

Grace: 🫣

Me: I'll be there ASAP.

I told Kat I had to go get Grace and I would be back soon. Kat said she was going to crash anyway since she didn't get much sleep the night before. I gave her a hug and told her I would see her in the morning. We always go down to the local spot Sunday morning to watch some football and blow of steam. Kat started up stairs and I went out to my car and headed over to the house. I pulled up out side and walked up to the front door where I was quickly greated by Miss Rae. She once again invited me in and we made small talk as we walked through the house to a formal living room to sit down. We talk for just a minute before Grace walks in and sits down next to me on the loveseat across from Miss Rae. I give Grace a hug and with my arm still around her I look to Miss Rae, "So how was everything today? everything good?" I asked. As soon as the words left my mouth Grace reached under my arm and pinched my side causing me to yelp. "GRACE! That is not lady like, We don't do that" Miss Rae scolded. "Yes Miss Rae, you right. I'm sorry" she replied with her head down. "Anyway, The night was very good. Nice and relaxing for me. My children just adore Grace, she's just like one of my own. Family." My Rae pronounces. "That's great to hear ma'am" I said "If you'll excuse me, I'm sorry to have to cut our talk short but I need to get to bed myself. I have to be up early." I tell her and she accepts that and walks us to the door. Miss Rae wishes us both a good night as we get in to the car. As soon as I pull off Grace turns to me "I told you, you didn't have to check on me." She says in a pout. I laughed and said "I'm just playing... But did you have fun playing with the other kids" I asked as I reached over and tickled her. She laughed at being tickled and said "Yes mommy, I did" while still laughing. I have to admit my heart melted a little at her words. We made small talk the rest of the way home. once back to the house as we are walking in I asked Grace "Do you want me to come get you ready for bed and tuck you in, sweetie" She starts to say something and then stops. It takes her a minute to finally say "No it's ok, I can do it by myself. I'll see you in the morning" With that I gave her a hug and sent her on her way while I head to my room. "Oh" I called out. "I put the stuff we got today away for you and the extra supplies we got are in your closet, sweet dreams".

The next morning I woke up early again and took a quick shower. I put on some jeans and a jersey for my favorite team and pulled my hair back. I text Flora and asked what time she wanted to talk. There was a knock on my day and then Kat came in wearing some shorts and her jersey too, "When do you wanna head out? I've got a few things I wanna do and need to know how much time I got." she says from the door. "I'm waiting on Flora to reply now so I'll let you know as soon as I get something, go ahead and do what you need and we will go when your ready." I reply. "Ok, talk to you in a little" she said as she closed the door again. a few minutes later my phone went off again and it was a messy from Flora.

Flora: Hey Tiff, Come and meet us in the conference room in about 20 mins.

Me: Ok I'll be there.

now my head is really going wild. Who is Is? what did she want to meet with me for? Is she going to be ok with what I wanted to ask? am I doing something wrong? I didn't know what to think and my stomach was turning. My phone went off again.

Grace: Good morning, I was wondering if I might be able to go with you guys to watch the games today?

Kat: Ya you can come with us. Don't forget to bring your cup so you don't spill though. LOL, JK.

Me: KAT! stop being a brat. Yes Grace you can come with us.

Kat: I was just kidding, Grace knows that. Ya you can come, we will text when it's time to go. Tiff has to talk with Flora first.

Grace: Thank you, and don't worry I know Kat is just teasing and it's fine. lol.

I start to head to the conference room, which is really a formal dinning room in the house we converted. It has big french doors at the entrance so it can be closed for privacy. I get to the room and knock on the door. A voice called out from inside the room telling me to come in. I opened the door and entered the room. There was a large table in the room with 12 chairs all around the room. Our sorority bi-laws, Old charter and other sorority historical items were all hanging on the wall. In the room waiting we're 3 people. Flora who is the president and was sitting at the head of the table. Jane Who is sitting to her right and is the Vice President and Sherry who is on the left and is the secretary for the sorority. My stomach still in knots by the point, felt like I could be sick from the nerves. I walked in the room and was invited to sit down. I walked up the left side of the table a few seats to where there was a glass of water set waiting for me and sat down.

"Good morning Tiffany, Thank you for joining us today" Flora said. "As you know I told you I was actually hoping to speak to you the other day, To start with let me just say you have done nothing wrong and are not in trouble. This meeting is about good things but is formal." i nodded that I understood. "Well Tiffany, As you know both Jane and I are going to be graduating at the end of the year and the sorority will need new leadership. We are looking for who we think is the right person to nominate as the next president. You are one of the most respected sisters in the house. You have always been in good standing and have done all the right things. I personally think you would be a great president, what are you thoughts on taking on a role like this?" Flora explained. I was in shock at this news. I had never thought about taking on something like this. "Well to be honest I hadn't thought of something like this before now but as you said I will do anything for my sister's. If it would be what was best for the house, for the sisters I would step into the role. I'm guessing I'm not the only person on your list of possibilities so please note that I will do anything you need to support the house, even if you make a different choice and just need me in a different role." I tell the group. Jane spoke up next, "You willingness to suppythe sisters is a major reason we looked to you. You have never been someone who pushed for power but have always done the right thing for the house. Even looking after sisters when they needed it. Like at the party the other night." "You know about that?" I asked. "Colt and I talked that night, He let me know what happened and that the other guys were coming by the next morning to help at the house" Flora said, "He and I have been friends for years" She added. "We would like to have you start taking on some more responsibility to see how the house takes it if your ok with that?" Sherry added. "I understand, and thank you. What things did you have in mind?" I ask of the group.

"Well we have 2 things we think would be a good start... First is you will be head sister for the Halloween party. Your the one responsible for everything from the sorority end. I know it's alot of work but we think you can handle it." Flora tells me.

"And second" I asked. "Well a good president has to be able to be the friendly sister and the strict one too, so we want you to be the one who leads the grades check this semester. As you know we have strict rules in the house that all sisters must follow and keeping up grades in classes is one set. You will be the one who looks at all the grade reports and issues out the punishment for any who have failed the check, Everything from the swats with the cane to full explosion from the house if needed." She adds.

Our house does have strict rules about keeping up with grades. If girls are failing class then then they are brought before council and given swats from a cane on there bare ass. The worse the grades or longer it's been happening the more swats they get. If things get bad enough then the sister can be expelled from the house although there has not been a sister expelled from the house is over 20 years. This time I would be the one looking in to the reports that are turned in by all the sisters to see who needs to report for this and what they will receive, it's alot of pressure to make sure you stay fair and even with everyone.

"I understand and accept these task for you" I tell the group. All 3 lady's smile and thank me for it. "Now, you said you wanted to speak to me as well. Is this a council matter or something for just you and I?" Flora asks. "I have two things to ask and I think it's a council matter. First I wanted to ask the council for permission to take another current sister as a little sister, I know it's not what we normally do but this sister lost her big sister at the end of the year and I think having the support would be best for her." I ask the group. They look at each other and exchange words quickly then turn back to me. "Who is the sister your talking about and are they accepting of this as well?" Jane asks. "It's Sister Grace" I tell the group. "Yes she is accepting of this arrangement as her and I have already talked." I tell them. again the group talks amongst themselves for a moment before Flora awnserd me. "We will accept this as well. Keep in mind this is not just a title but comes with responsibility as well." "I do understand and accept them." I say to the group. "What was the second thing?" Sherry asks. " I would like to ask permission to work some room moves. I would like to have Grace share a room with me." I tell them. The group looked confused for a minute. "You know big sisters are not required to share a room with there little, so I'm guessing that this is also something you two spoke about. That being said room assignments fall under my role and. I am ok with you making this move as long as All sister involved are ok with moving to a new room." Jane says. "Also we haven't had the chance to tell you yet but one of the sisters is moving in with her fiance and a single room is opening up. You were next on the list for that room so if that helps you make the moves you need you can use that." she added. "Thank you all." I called out to the room.

"If there is nothing else we will close this meeting" Sherry says. We all shake our heads and the meeting is closed. Everyone starts to stand up and the Flora said "Tiff, can you stay for just a minute, I have one more personal thing I would like to talk to you about." I turned and started to sit back down. Jane and Sherry excused themselves from the room and when the door closed Flora invited me closer to her. I moved chairs and set down. "Yes Flora what's up?" I ask. She looked at me with a big smile on her face " So I spoke to Colt about the other night, first thank you for taking care of everything. Secondly I wanted to let you know he asked alot about you. He and I have been friends since middle school and he tell me all kinds of things. Let say he liked what he saw both in your personality and other ways. Normally he wouldn't have done all that he did over the boys rough housing. So did you like what you saw too?" she asks. I started to blush right away "Well yes I liked what I saw. He had a great body but I didn't really get to know him much" I said with a smile. "Well I'm sure it would take much on your end if you want to get to know him more. He will be at the Halloween party and I wouldn't be shocked if he tracked you down there, just so you know. Don't worry I didn't say anything when he told me about you and I won't tell him anything now. I'm not even sure if he knows I know he's interested." She added. I couldn't help but laugh at that comment. "Ok well maybe I'll run in to him then and see how it goes" I tell her with a wink. We both laughed again and started to stand up. "Thank you Tiff" Flora said as she gave me a hug and we both walked to the door.

I went back up to my room and sat for a little while to get my head straight from everything. When I was clear I pulled my phone out and sent a text to my current roommate Breanna.

Me: Hey Bre, I have some good news.

Breanna: Hey Tiff what's up?

Me: Well it's a bit of a longer story but the short version is there is a single bedroom in the house opening up and it was offered to me.

Breanna: Oh that's great, so who's my new roomie?

Me: Well that's the thing. someone else in the house has asked to room with me so I was going to offer the single to you if you want it.

Breanna: Really? wow. I mean I'm fine with that if your sure?

Me: You would be doing me a favor, so ya I'm sure.

Breanna: Lol well if this is a favor feel free to ask for more any time.

Me: Thanks Bre, hope your having fun and I'll see you again soon. Is it ok if we set up the room for you? I'll make sure no one messes with your stuff.

Breanna: Ya that's fine. Thanks!

Me: Ok sweetie, have a good day. Miss you!

Breanna: Miss you too and I'll be back soon.

after my talk with Breanna I text both Kat and Grace and let them know I'm done and to meet in my room when they are ready.

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weirdwritess · 1 year

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Ugly - Ochaco Uraraka

TRIGGER WARNING: eating disorder? bad self image, and probably sad. --

(Y/n) stood infront of a mirror, lifting up their shirt to look at their body. A displeased look plastered on their face. Ever since (y/n) was a kid everyone would comment on their appeance and body. Breaking them down peice by peice until they were just one fraction of what they were.

There was one person keeping (y/n) from dropping, Uraraka. The bubbly girl somehow making (y/n) feel like they aren't completely ugly.

A loud knock rung through (Y/N)s dorm room, bringing their thoughts to a hault. After they pulled their shirt down they, walked to their door and opened it with an exasperated look. The expression soon changed seeing the bubbly hero-in-training standing infront of them.

"Uraraka, is there something you need?" (Y/N) questioned. They were happy to see her, one of the only thing to keep them going.

"No! actually I wanted to see if you would like to hang out with me and Tsu? We got permission to leave campus." She looked at the (skin toned) figure with hope glistening in her eyes.

(Y/n) noticed Urarakas hopeful eyes and sighed happily. "I suppose I could hang out with you two"

Uraraka jumped with glee, knowing that it was hard to get (Y/n) out unless forced. After she calmed down, she grabbed (y/n)'s hand dragging them to the common room, where Tsuyu was waiting.

"Ura, slow down." The now breathless (h/c) teen said. Uraraka let go of their hand with a bright smile on her face.

"Sorry (N/N), I'm just so so happy to hang out with you." She beamed, her smile never fading. Her smile bringing a blush to (y/n)s face.

"I'm happy too." They smiled sheepishly. (Y/n) walked ovet to the doors, slipping their shoes on. "So, Uraraka, Tsu, where are we going?"

"The mall, ribbit." Tsuyu said, already ready to go. As well as Uraraka.

"Alright, lets head out then!"

~At the mall food court~

(Y/n) sat at the table picking at their.d food, telling themself that they're not hungry. In reality they were extremely hungry. Today was just one of those days they couldn't get force those negitives down just enought to take care of themselves.

"N/n? are you alright, you've barely touched your food." A sweet voice broke the (skin tone) individual out of their drowning thoughts.

"Hmm, yeah.. just not very hungry." They lie through their teeth, and both Uraraka and Tsuyu noticed, glancing at eachother.

"ribbit. Uraraka and I are gonna get some ice cream we will be back!" Tsuyu beamed, though her tone was off. She draged Uraraka off towards a place that sold icecream.

"That doesn't sit right with me... They always seem to skip meals and eat very little. Maybe we should talk to them?" Uraraka tapped her chin, waiting in the line to order.

"Maybe you should talk to (N/n), they seems more open around you." Tsuyu mentions.

"Oh yeah! me and (n/n) have been friends since day one!" She jumps with a confident look and a smile on her face. She was determined to help (y/n).

~later at the dorms~

"(Y/n)~ Wanna talk?" Uraraka walked into their room, a smile on her face as always.

"Sure, whats up Ura?" They give a soft smile.

"Why haven't you been eating like you should?" The question caught (y/n) off gaurd.

"I, I don't know what you mean." they defend, weakly.

"Yes you do, and I hate seeing you suffer. You deserve better for yourself!" Uraraka hugged the shaking figure. "You know you can talk to me (n/n)!"

"I know I know, it's just hard Ura. All my life I've been ridiculed and made fun of because of my body. I hate it. I hate me." They say, tears welling in their eyes. (Y/N) grip Urarakas shirt crying into her shoulder. "I just want someone to love me for who I am!"

"I love you (N/n). I love you as you are.." Uraraka plants a kiss on their head. "I'm going to do everything I can do to help you."

"Uraraka.. I love you too.."

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grub-xd · 2 years

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Apple Harvest Day with the Fentons!

The apple harvest has finally arrived. Danny and his parents agreed that today they are going to spend the day at the apple orchard. It’s one of Danny’s favorite things to do with his family. The smell of the apple trees, the feeling of having picked your own, the falling leaves and brisk air that fill the day. It’s the best!

They pull into the parking lot and get out of the Fenton RV. It's a busy day: plenty of kids running about with their parents and cars pulling in and out of the parking lot of the orchard. Despite that, Danny’s practically ready to sprint into the orchard. Jazz, despite her contained nature, looks like she is about ready to do the same, so Danny bumps her, nearly knocking her over. “Race ya!” he shouts. And he takes off!

She follows in her boots, with her scarf trailing partially behind her. “Hey, no fair!” she takes off running after him, her boots slapping the pavement, her scarf partially trailing behind her. Jack and Maddie wonder if they should stop them as they watch all the cars pulling in and out, before deciding ultimately that Jazz should lighten up a little and that Danny, despite being a bit reckless at times, is the fun she needs to have sometimes. Cars shouldn’t drive fast in parking lots with kids anyway.

Danny feels his pride surge as he beats his sister in a totally fair race into the orchard grounds. She’s trailing, about 50 meters behind him, his parents a bit further behind but not much. He laughs, and he is excited! It’s time! Time to pick some apples finally! Definitely gonna harvest some pumpkins! And maybe some apple cider donuts. By that, Danny means, of course he’s getting apple cider donuts! You don’t go to an orchard and not get cider donuts! Apple cider donuts! Donuts!!!

Did he mention the donuts?

Jazz finally catches up to him. “You know, that wasn’t fair.”

“Sorry sis, I still beat you!” Danny is trying to not let his pride show, but oh he can’t help it. Ok, maybe it isn’t so much pride as it is excitement. Jazz lets it go either way.

“So,” following up, “where are we going first?” Danny says, pointing to the three paths they have: the one on the left going to the shop, the one in the middle going to the apples, and the one on the right going to the pumpkin patch and corn field, which, by the way, has a maze! Hehe, get it? Maze ?

Maddie says, “Well, we’re here to pick, so why don’t we go to the shop quickly, see what they have, and go from there.”

Danny can’t say that’s the one he was hoping for but he can’t blame her either for that. It’s donut time then!

They all enter the building. Autumn decor and furniture for sale surrounds the entire front area of the shop, before it leads into their bakery and apple section. Danny gazes past all the useless decor and sprints towards the bakery! He is almost in heaven, spying all the sweets, the fritters, the syrup, the pies, and of course… just, oh god, he is thinking with his stomach! Danny runs past the autumn themed furniture, and to the table.

YES!

He picks up a 12 pack of HIS APPLE CIDER DONUTS!

He is in heaven now.

Turning back to his family, who have only barely made it past the entrance, he calls out, “I got what I need!”

Jazz shakes her head with a smile. Danny sticks his tongue out at her. She rolls her eyes. Danny, clearly annoyed, goes “Oh, come on!” He opens the box and starts shoving donuts into his mouth. “You’re gonna eat them too.” Jazz shakes her head at his muffled sentence, but she can’t argue that either.

Jack and Maddie make their way to the checkout desk to see instructions for picking apples. Danny hears his mom say something. She almost seems concerned. He starts walking towards the desk, his mouth full of donuts still. As he finally reaches his mom and dad, he sees it .

“We want everyone to have the best experience possible at our lovely orchard! For everyone to experience the beautiful look of a full apple tree! Therefore, we are NOT a ‘pick your own’ orchard!”

Danny’s eye twitches. The donut falls out of his mouth. It splats – it just fucking splats on the floor, like his heart!

He can feel the tears beginning to form behind his eyelids. He wanted to… he just wanted to… he just wanted to harvest some apples.

Danny looks at the cashier, who looks just as dead inside as any other customer service worker. He asks, “You guys aren’t pick your own?” The cashier is visibly distressed, as if she has had this conversation maybe 50 different times today. She winces and just nods, whispering a silent “yeah.”

Danny shoves another donut into his mouth, his 5th of the dozen, and begins unraveling and leaves the area to go sit in a corner. He needs to be alone for a bit.

“Well, that sucks,” Jazz says. Jack and Maddie turn towards her. Jazz continues, “No really, that sucks! What kind of capitalist bullshit is this!? Whose brilliant idea was this? To open up the place as an apple orchard and basically sell the experience of the apple orchard without giving people the experience of the apple orchard?”

Jack and Maddie look at the poor cashier, who doesn’t look like she is scared of Jazz – oh no, not at all. Instead, she looks like she is using every ounce of strength in her to not start ranting with Jazz about how much she hates this place, its policies, her bosses, how she’s being forced to work on the weekend, and have the same damn conversation 50 times per hour, that absolutely no damn human on Earth has ever wanted nor asked to have!

Jazz throws her arms out, her disgusted look exposing itself across her face. “And this sign has the audacity to tell me that it wants to offer me the best experience an apple orchard has to offer!? By having me walk past all the apples and having them taunt me by not being allowed to pick them!?”

Danny watches from the sanctuary that is his corner the exchange between his sister and the cashier. He kinda laughs, while eating more donuts. The cashier practically turns into a skeleton with the level of dread she has for her job. Wait… no she actually did. Danny sets the donut down and rubs his eyes, and takes in that she in fact just turned into a fucking skeleton! The bones rattle as it begins hollering and screaming about how it wants to harvest apples and all the goodies the orchard has to offer, but it can only scream and not talk.

You need a tongue to speak.

The skeleton begins screaming louder in sheer agony from this realization. It grabs the cash register, ripping it out from its slot, and shoves it across the desk, pushing everything on it, all the pencils and items sitting on the cashier desk to the floor. It turns around and then pulls the display case of the special autumn decor to the floor. It looks at the apples and wails, and starts marching towards them, trying to keep its balance. It walks right past Jazz, Maddie, and Jack, who just watch as it idly marches by.

Danny gives his family a “‘da fuck?” look from the corner he took shelter in, like if they should do something. They know he has his powers now, all of them do. Jack and Maddie give him a “I don’t know look,” and just continue watching the skeleton shriek and go on a rampage against the orchard's stock. Danny probably should do something, but he has to admit, he’s enjoying this. Serves money grubbing capitalists like Mr. Krabs right!

The skeleton summons a big sledge hammer, knocking the apples to the floor. It points and screams at one that fell on the floor. It’s obvious it’s mocking it, pretending that apple is the boss who put her up to have that damn conversation every fucking minute of every fucking day! It finishes its rant, before taking another big swing and smashing it.

It moves its way down the store further, vandalizing every piece of sellable furniture and clothes it can find.

Danny gets up, begins walking toward the bakery section once again, and then snags 1, no he grabs 2, nope sorry, Imean… wait, um… oh my… 7, yes, he takes 7 dozen donut packs and walks towards the alternative exit. As he passes his family, he tells them “I’ve seen enough. Imma go enjoy myself at the car.”

And he walks out.

Jazz raises an eyebrow as she watches the door close after her little brother, and she asks, “Did Danny just steal 8 packs of donuts?”

“Yup,” Maddie says.

The skeleton is still screaming and rampaging in the background.

“Can you blame him?” Jazz asks.

“Nah, I agree. I’ve seen enough too.”

“Shouldn’t we do something?” Jack asks

They hear a window shatter, along with the cracking of wood. Guess it made it to the front entrance.

Jazz responds, “I think the skeleton’s got it handled.”

Maddie mehs it out of there. Jazz does too. Then Jack. They go back to the car and find 3 empty donut packages outside the RV. Jazz’s face floods with concern and goes to open the back door and finds Danny has opened yet another donut packet and is eating one half asleep on the RV’s couch!

4 packages of donuts. He’s eaten 4 packages of donuts, and is still eating them… This boy is gonna get himself killed one day and she’s gonna be the one to clean up his mess. She begins walking towards Danny but is stopped by their mom. “Jazz dear,” Maddie whispers, as if she had read her mind, “leave him be. He’s had a hard day.”

Jazz exclaims, “What about the woman who turned into a skeleton just now? You know, just disintegrated because of her job?”

Maddie sighs. “Retail will do that to you, sweetie.”

They hear screams as they pull the RV out of the parking spot.

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