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Jake Kiszka x Narrator & Sam Kiszka x OC.

Chapter Two

Summary: The Jones Family are new additions to the sleepy community of Beech Run. A tight knit scattering of rural houses, where everyone knows everyone. Deeply religious and overbearingly strict, the daughters of the family are kept under lock & key by a fanatical Father and submissive Mother. They watch from bedroom windows as their neighbours, The Kiszkas, draw intense curiosity and desire to be free. Madness of youth , hope & obsession collide to bring the danger of forbidden love to poetic ends. (Era A/U)

A/N: This chapter is particularly seeped in religious doubt. There's sexual activity in church. Spanking and cock warming and talk of it being a punishment from God. If you are particularly religious or have any trauma regarding this I urge you not to read. These views are the views of a character I have created and do not directly display the views of the writer.

Warnings:Religious trauma. Parental trauma. Intense emotions including desire, obsession, grief and yearning.Loss of virginity.Explicit sexual activity.Heavy praise kink.Severe edging.Oral sex m/f.Fingering.Masturbation.Dirty filth talk.

Summer 1984

I would have taken a thousand punishments in the wake of the memory of that hazy afternoon. Surrounded by tall grass and the sound of crickets on the breeze. Jake, and his exploration of my body, like a dream that I'd yet to wake from. Still frames in my mind, of his mouth and his eyes and his voice. I could still smell his flesh long after I parted from him. Consumed by it even as I stood at the foot of the stairs, beyond the hour of our curfew. My fate already sealed.

Jolene was unrepentant. The flush of her cheeks and the ravaging of her hair telling a story that she would never utter in words. I knew better than to ask. But when she'd appeared, breathless and without remorse, I knew that Sam Kiszka had been gifted with her heart, and perhaps more.

I don't think either of us came away from that afternoon exactly as we'd arrived. If innocence was the price paid, I felt a little richer for what I'd received in return. Perhaps a bird with clipped wings losing it's feathers, only to find that beneath there was an even greater bird just waiting to fly. That was how I imagined myself. On the verge of taking flight.

"Explain to me, boy."

Dad was standing in the hall, formidable and with a rage simmering away beneath a steady gaze. I'd only ever seen him this vexed once before, during a time when he'd been forced to reconsider the limits of his power over our brother. I thought, perhaps, that Ben would take his moment to exert his mounting power. But he wasn't the alpha, not yet.

"Car trouble, Dad." He replied nonchalantly, throwing his jacket on the bannister. "We're only a half hour late."

He would lie for us, but only to better serve his own needs. If he wanted to take Harriet Dinsmore out again and use the car, he'd have to pretend that nothing nefarious had happened out there while he was meant to be our escort.

"Don't you lie to me, boy!"

The way he spat the words out made me flinch. Instinctively reaching for Jolene's hand. The two of us ravaged and ruined by those boys, softly acknowledging that flower petals had been plucked in those fields. And we would take whatever punishment would accompany it.

"I had a phone call from Mrs. Dinsmore. Thanking me for my son getting Harriet home at a reasonable hour." He said, meeting his son at eye level. "And then she also happened to mention that young Lewis had been glad to see my girls down at the creek today."

I sensed the fear in Ben's eyes. The boy he once was never too far away. Bolstered by his freedom and the reluctance to lose it, he backed down immediately. And my lungs deflated.

"I left them in town, I swear." He pleaded, "I didn't know they went to the creek. I swear, Dad!"

It was pitiful. The way his cheek was turned as our Father struck it. That painful retrospect of what he could or should have said playing over and over in his mind as he looked directly at us. As if somehow Jolene and I had caused this. As if he didn't understand quite fully how free will worked just yet, and he'd had a choice. He could have told the truth.

"I'll deal with you later."

There was a look of reproach as Ben stormed up the stairs, clutching his cheek in a shame that was yet to properly manifest itself. He'd treat us like ghosts for the rest of the summer, but we truly didn't mind.

I was sad to see him go, still. Without the focus on Ben it meant that it was my turn to feel my Father's wrath. A wrath that he truly believed was descended from God himself. Sometimes I wondered if the truly believed that, or if it was a diocese of lies he told himself in order to sleep at night as the tyrant he truly was.

"I expected better from you." He said, standing with his finger extended at me. "I expect my daughters to uphold the values of this house and the church we embody. Not go against my word at the first opportunity."

He cast his eye towards Jolene, who would stand firm. She'd finally experienced something worth holding on to. Something she would protect, even in the face of God's wrath; which seemed to always wear our Fathers face.

"Dad, we're sorry." I apologised, although the validity of it felt like a sin within itself. "We had every intention to go into town with Ben. It was awful hot though, and we just wanted to cool off by the water. We didn't know that there would be others down there. Promise."

There were flecks of spit in the corners of his mouth as he leaned in. A tremble of his lip as he tried to keep his tongue in check. I could see my Mother lingering in the kitchen door way, like a shadow that bore no use without the shade she dwelled in. Both of them prisoners to their own demeanours. I hoped that there'd been a time, once, where they'd known how it felt to lay down and feel what I had felt that afternoon.

"Proverbs 19:9 - A false witness shall be punished, and a liar shall be caught." He quoted, as he often did, when he needed witness to his tyranny. "And I'll not have liars for children."

I didn't feel much like a child. And he would see me punished like the young woman I was becoming. Yanking me away from my sister, digging venom into my flesh with fingertips that intended to bruise me.

"You'll go to the church. And you'll pray on it until the sun comes up. And if I don't find you on your knees, you'll stay there until supper tomorrow."

Jolene knew better than to protest. Her hands flew to her mouth as he handled me out of the door and out towards the car. Her silent pleas for him to let me go left on the tip of her tongue. I wouldn't struggle. And she knew that I would go to my punishment as willingly as she would go to hers. And somehow, we knew, that we'd meet in the aftermath.

I was grateful for the sweet coolness of the church floor. The ebb and flow of a breeze that in the shade was a welcome respite from the summer heat. My knees were bent, pressed into the red velvet tuffet as I rested my elbows on the solid wooden edge of the kneeler bench. Genuflecting to the lord with my fingers entwined and a solemn knot in my stomach.

That was where he found me. Alone in my retribution. The gentle click of the church door alerting me to his presence, although I didn't turn and look. I allowed the echo of his footsteps to guide him towards me, my eyes burning into the effigy of Jesus Christ on the cross. My knuckles white, palms growing steadily more sweaty.

In the candle light it appeared as if Jesus was smiling at me. And I wondered if it were a cruel trick to lull me into thinking that I was absolved. The devil painted such a beautiful picture in my mind, and he arrived just when I thought I could be saved.

"I followed you." He said, his voice echoing against the rafters. "I didn't think he was going to leave you here, though."

He would know me in my anguish. I dared to turn my head a little, greeting him with a soft apology for the state in which he'd found me in.

"You should leave, Jake." I whispered, afraid that if my voice carried any higher God himself would hear.

He was wearing the same shorts, sunburnt shoulders now covered by a light blue shirt. Half of his hair tied back, the rest tumbling down against his neck. As I swallowed, I realised my mouth was unflinchingly dry. The sight of him an unholy memory of what he had done to me mere hours ago.

"I'm not leaving this church until you do." He assured me, slumping down onto the dusty floor, his back against the kneeler. He propped his forearms up on bent knees and sighed heavily. He didn't ask me to stop praying. He just...sat there.

"You'll be here until dawn." I warned him.

"So be it." He replied, without hesitation. "If I'm the cause of your punishment, I'll be the remedy too."

I didn't quite know what he meant. I didn't dare ask him to explain. The darkness was drawing ever closer and the temperature was dropping. The candles flickered in the encroaching draft, and my knees began to give way. The warmth of the afternoon felt like a fever dream. And he could feel the way my body began to tremble against the enormity of it all.

"Here." He offered, rising to press himself against my back, "Lean against me."

He took a little of my weight, but still didn't make me stop my prayers. He was like scaffolding around me, holding me up as I tried to right the perceived wrong I had done. His body still felt warm and tender against mine, his breath exhaling on the line of my jaw. His chest against me, arms tucked around my waist. I felt completely detached from the divine. As if my soul wanted nothing more than to dwell with Jake.

"We didn't do anything wrong today, Bonnie. You know that, right?"

I wasn't a moral compass on what was right and what was wrong. All I knew was that I'd done something which merited the endurance of midnight prayer. I couldn't speak to it, the softness within which I recalled the heat of the afternoon. It had me tongue tied as I tried to speak to God and beg for his forgiveness for such wretched wickedness. The wickedness of pleasure.

But God didn't speak to me that night. The only voice I could hear was Jakes.

"Do you want to be punished?" He asked, "For what we did?"

His question caught me off balance. My breath caught a little and a tiny, almost indiscernible gasp escaped my lips. This involuntary move made him hold me a little closer, a little tighter. Pulling my body up and more earnestly against him.

"God see's everything." I replied, trying to breathe against his palms that were flat to my sternum. "I'll be punished regardless."

He breathed an amused little sigh into my ear.

"If God see's everything, he's an immoral voyeur who knows that the flesh he created cries out for touch." He explained, taking the liberty of wrapping his fist around the hem of my dress. "Don't you think what we did down by the creek was a gift from God?"

When I thought about it like that, like it was God's hand guiding me into sin, I didn't want to believe in him anymore. And not because the God I'd been raised to fear might have been a foolish idea created by men who desired control over others, but because there seemed to be no God that could ever satisfy me.

"What are you saying?" I asked, keeping still as he pulled my dress up, revealing my underwear to the altar.

"Puppets. All of us. Moving around by the command of one puppeteer." He continued, his voice low and commanding. "All seems a little... inconceivable. Doesn't it?"

I was powerless to stop it. The thrum of blood beating in my core. The way it seemed that every muscle and sinew in my body seemed weak against his strength.

"All these moving parts, tethered by invisible strings to a hand nobody can see." He preached now, tucking the back of my dress into my bra strap, viciously pulling down my panties until I was fully exposed where I knelt. "You could kneel at this altar for hours in penance and feel nothing. Or you could let me help you feel something."

"You blaspheme." I whispered, closing my eyes as he slipped a righteous palm down the curve of my ass.

"You blaspheme!" He growled, "Against yourself, against your body...against me."

Perhaps I did. Fear was the definition of every corner I'd ever turned. Fear of God. Fear of my Father. Fear of wanting something I knew neither of those things would ever allow. It all seemed trivial though, somehow, when Jake ran such careful hands over me. When I could feel his body responding to mine. Heavenly, almost.

"Proceed, then." I allowed, fingertips digging into the bench. "If you're here to make me feel something. Go ahead."

If Jake was here, perhaps he was sent by God to instruct my punishment? Or maybe it was all just a bunch of nonsense. Maybe he was here because he wanted to be? Maybe all of this was just fuelled by nothing more than two people who wanted this?

I could feel the trembling in his body as he prepared himself. My underwear languished at my knees, my dress pulled up so that my entire lower body was on display. I remained in my kneeling position as he pulled himself back, taking a deep breath.

"Do you want to be punished, Bonnie?" He asked again.

"There is no God, is there?" I almost sobbed. "Only us?"

"Have faith in me." He replied so softly, his hand slowly riding down my thigh. "I'll never worship anything but you, Bonnie. I swear it."

I'd never forget that night in the church. The way my fear in God died and in it's place was planted a new found obsession for pleasures I'd been repeatedly denied.

Jake was nothing if not gentle with me. The soft rise and fall of his hand as it skimmed the inside of my legs, parting them a little where I knelt. His arm was pressed against my collar bone, keeping me steady when I might weaken. His subtle whispers were for me, not even God was privy to them as he spoke directly into the shell of my ear.

And then I knew his purpose. The slow roll of my body as he leaned it forward. The sharp recoil of his previously gentle palm as it reeled back. And the bitter sting of it as it connected with my flesh. The sound echoing around the church walls. And my silent scream ringing out into the far reaches of my mind, unable to flow out of my mouth as I bit down heavily on my lower lip.

Jakes hand lingered on my ass. Squeezing it as he centred himself. The very act he'd just performed seemed to draw such high levels of arousal that his breath seemed to cease for a moment. His mouth resting breathlessly against my shoulder as he pulled back once more. This time the connection was even more unyielding. And he moaned, digging fingertips into my tissue where I knew it would bruise.

Each time he spanked me I could feel myself drawing closer to something divine. Not God, not a deity I could believe in. The tears of it dripped down my inner thigh and rolled down my leg into the fabric at my knees. This was something else. Something only Jake could give me. My senses were entirely heightened. The sound of it against church rafters. The sting of it on my reddened skin. The pain of each squeeze as he revelled in it, and the way he seemed to go deeper into an arousal he could only speak of in feral groans with each snap.

"Your silence wont make a difference." He said, noticing the droplets between my legs for the first time. "Your body speaks where your voice will not."

I was still learning. "Once more." I urged.

I needed it. Whatever this feeling was. I craved it. The way his reactions made me wetter and wetter. The way his ministrations made it unbearable for him. The way I knew it was because of me that he damn near sank his teeth into the flesh at the base of my neck. Fighting for his life as he breathed harder. Kneading my ass cheek, rolling his palm over the heat.

"Tell me how much you need it." He begged, "Tell me how much you need my palm across your sweet little ass."

I began to think, perhaps, that he needed it more than I.

"Is it wrong how badly I need it?" I dared to ask, my voice quiet and small.

"No." He breathed. "You don't have to be pure if you don't want to be."

He did it again. Harder. With more vicious intent. The sensation of it sending ripples through my flesh and down into the folds of my beating pussy. That time I couldn't hold myself together. Whimpering so wretchedly that the candle flames danced in my breath.

"Again." I beseeched.

He didn't preach to me again that night. He pummelled his hand over my ass repeatedly until I gushed a river. My cries finally finding their voice. Ascending like a choir into the bell tower. With each switch of his wrist he grew more insatiable. And it seemed that he couldn't bear it any longer once he was done with me. Almost as if all it would take would be one more strike to make him ravage me.

He was exhausted by the time he hastily pulled up my panties. Ruffling down my dress, making it appear as if he'd never touched me at all. Nuzzling against my neck, his nose pressed against my jaw. Trying to swallow and breathe, like he'd lost all control. And despite the drop in the temperature, his brow was covered in a sheen of sweat.

I fell helplessly into his arms. My legs buckled under the weight of what we'd done. And he held me tenderly. The hand which had executed my desired punishment now brushing back my hair and lovingly stroking across my temple. I didn't reach orgasm, neither did he. But there was this strange comforting feeling I knew we both shared that something had inexplicably changed there in the church that night.

Once we had both calmed, we found ourselves tangled in a sweet embrace as we sat on the cool church floor. He coiled a light touch beneath my chin, cupping it in the curve of his index finger as he tilted my head up to meet his gaze. And he kissed me with all the uncontrollable arousal he'd supressed. His tongue explored mine. His gentle lips soft like pillows, opening and closing at slow intervals to allow his tongue to retract. Pulling back just enough to look into my eyes as daylight began to turn the black night into a pale blue hue.

"Why don't you ever stand up to him, your Dad?" He asked, playing absently with my fingers as we held each other. "You're eighteen. Surely that has to count for something?"

I knew he would ask eventually, I thought perhaps it would have come a little later.

"It's not like it is at your house." I sighed, "Your parents actually care about what you want. I don't think my Dad ever stopped to wonder if any of us wanted any of this. It just... is."

He stroked the back of my hand and curled both of his around it, closing around it like an oyster shell. "It doesn't have to be."

I wanted to join him in his hopefulness. But with the sun coming up I knew that I would have preferred to face the consequences of him being there alone. Another punishment. Another atonement for something I'd done that felt good.

"You'd better go before he gets here to pick me up." I responded, with my heart sinking even as the words spilled out. "I don't want you to have to deal with him."

But Jake was staunch. Sometimes I forgot that he was older than me.

"I'd take him on in a heartbeat if it meant that I got to keep you." He said reluctantly, sweeping his lips across my cheek. "Find what you love...and let it kill you."

The day I met Jake was the day that everything started to make sense. The night I spent with Jake in that church was the night I knew why. The pieces of my life finally started to fit. And there was no joy to be found in anything except for him. And I knew that I was irrevocably in love with him. Doomed, some might say.

Jolene was sitting in the window as I arrived home. Her forlorn morning stare reaching out to me through the glass as I climbed out of the car, the journey home wordless and without any conclusion. My Father had simply walked into the church, ascertained that I hadn't fallen asleep at my post, and opened the door for me to walk outside.

The weary walk to my room was peppered with my Mother taking my cardigan at the door and sheepishly asking me if I was feeling alright. I felt a sense of betrayal from her that usually simmered below the surface, but that particular morning it raged so aggressively I could barely look at her.

"May I go to sleep now?" I asked, ascending the stairs as my Dad silently nodded his approval.

No sooner had I opened the door, Jolene flew to it. Dark circles painted beneath her eyes, as if she hadn't drawn a wink of sleep either. Her nails bitten down to the quick and almost manic as she gripped my shoulders.

"Did Jake find you?" She demanded, frantic as I tried to sit at my desk. "I saw him, his car sped out of the driveway after Dad took you out. He looked pretty pissed."

There was a strange sense that my head was under water. It felt like my ears were blocked and my vision blurred. I hadn't slept, I'd been on high alert. And every time I thought it was safe to, I forgot that it hurt to sit down.

"Yes, yes... he found me." I sighed, pulling off my dress and slipping into my night gown. "We can talk about it later, now I really need to sleep."

She continued to fret as I climbed into bed. I hadn't realised that my body had been tensed, my muscles suddenly relaxing as I pulled my blanket around me. In here nothing else mattered and I closed my eyes. Feeling Jolene's unease as she lingered on the edge of her bed on the opposite side of the room.

"Let me sleep, Jo." I said, eyes still clamped shut.

She hesitated a little before responding.

"I had sex with him, Bonnie." She whispered, forcing me to open my eyes.

I wasn't really sure what I'd expected her to say. That perhaps they'd exchanged a sweet kiss. That she'd let him trail his fingers up her shirt, but nothing quite so absolute as the full act.

"What do you mean?" I asked, reluctantly sitting up as a beam of morning light began to creep in through the crack in the curtains.

She rolled her eyes and began wringing her hands between the folds of her night gown nervously.

"That's why we were late to get back to meet Ben." She explained, her eyes trained on the closed bedroom door. "All of this is my fault. I should have been the one doing midnight prayer. I'm the reason we were late. I'm the one who committed the sin."

She'd endured her own type of punishment. I could see it in the way she couldn't settle. Her knees in a frenzy as they shook up and down, her fingers in her mouth as she continued to chew on her nails. I opened up my blanket and invited her to lay with me. Immediately she drew the same calm as I had from being shrouded in pillows and blankets. Our bodies side by side as I hunkered down with her. Something we hadn't done since childhood.

"Was it what you wanted?" I asked, delicately pushing her hair away from her tired face. "With Sam? Did you do it because you wanted to?"

Her brow furrowed in confusion. "Of course I wanted to. He didn't make me do anything. Maybe I got caught up in the moment, but he was gentle with me from start to finish."

He was just like Jake. She weaved a tale so soft and seeped in romanticism that I was swept away with it. The way he'd offered her his hand to hold. The way he'd wanted to show her where all the fish liked to gather at an old bridge further down the creek, and they'd sat with their feet dangling off the edge talking about nothing of consequence. It sounded like a perfect summer afternoon. And she'd let him kiss her on that bridge for the first time, her and I locked in our unfolding stories at the same time.

"One minute we were kissing on that bridge and the next he scooped me up and carried me to the river bank. I don't think either of us had any idea what we were going to do. It just...happened."

She didn't have an inkling of regret. Even though she was sleep deprived, there was a sparkle there in her eyes as she talked about him. About the way he'd soothed her with caresses, assuring him it was what she wanted when he would have stopped. Calling her his little grasshopper because she'd been so excitable. He'd been slow and careful with her, repeatedly asking if she was ok throughout the whole thing. Taking care not to hurt her. Promising to shoulder the brunt of any punishment laid out.

"He's going to ask Dad for permission to date me." She said wistfully, "I told him that it didn't matter whether he asked for permission or not, that we'd never be allowed to date. But he was adamant. He said he wasn't going to let it come between us."

Our secrets were ours to keep. I knew that the minute Sam Kiszka crossed that street and onto our porch that they would unravel. I wanted to keep our secrets safe. It didn't matter how many punishments we endured. Jake seemed to understand this. His was a far more mature and level headed approach. Jake would have followed me anywhere, in pursuit. He would have snatched me up and taken me anywhere I pleased. But he knew better than to try to defy a man who was neither sound nor reasonable.

"I know he think's that he's doing the right thing, but he can't ask Dad to date you. It'll only make things worse." I worried, careful not to bring my own intentions into it.

Jolene's eyes moved down. Gentle disappointment laced in her heavy breath. When she looked up it was with forlorn dismay. A film of tears threatening to spill over her lashes.

"He's in my bones now, Bonnie." She sniffed. " I want my chance with him in every life time, not just this one. Don't you understand that?"

Such a romantic little thing, she was. I carried the bruises of the sexual deviances of what I'd done, but she'd known something I'd yet to know. A secret that was all hers, that I was no part of. I wondered why Jake hadn't tried to have sex with me, why her and Sam had come to it so soon? She was so eager to have everything so suddenly, part of me wondered if she hadn't instigated it herself.

It didn't really matter. Her mind was so staunchly set that I couldn't argue with it.

"Ok." I conceded. "Well, did it hurt?"

The swell of her smile was enough to keep me awake. The fissures of a giggle threatening to give way.

"A little." She replied, "I didn't know what to do at first. He laid me down and touched me, told me it was so that I'd be ready. And then he kissed me all the way down until his mouth was... you know...and then he kissed me there a little while. I don't know what came over me, I just knew that I'd let him have his way after that."

A flush of pink rushed to her cheeks. She seemed more awake than she had been a moment ago.

"And then... it was like a hot knife cutting through butter. Smooth and slow. And I could feel it sting, but only for a moment. And he asked me if I was alright, he never stopped looking into my eyes for any hint of pain. I just kept nodding, trying to keep it together. Not knowing if I should make a sound or stay silent. If I should move and let him do all of it. I just laid there for the first few minutes, taking it all in. Like even as it was happening I knew I'd recall it like a dream."

Theirs was a sweet summer love. A tender fairytale I could see a shadow lingering behind. But I didn't dare tell her. I hoped that it was stay where it was and leave them be. She deserved a summer of love.

It made me wonder what was going on in Jakes mind. The opportunity to descend into sexual madness had presented itself twice now, and twice he hadn't tried to take my virginity. I questioned whether it was a long game he was playing, or if he simply did not desire to have it.

"Did you do it with Jake?" She asked, almost as if she'd heard the reverb of my thoughts.

I couldn't lie to her. "Not all the way. With him, it's like he's playing this long game. Almost like he can't bear to take it too far too soon."

I knew she would think that I judged her. But what one brother would do wasn't always going to be what the other did. She was well suited to Sam, and yet their shared penchant for chaos was the face of that very shadow I could see behind them.

"Do you love him?" She asked, yawning and rubbing her eyes as the sun crept in.

That was something which seemed to have a more simple response. I didn't know his favourite colour or the way he liked his eggs cooked. I didn't know what songs he liked to listen to in the car on long journeys, or if he ever sang in the shower. These were things I ached to know, and resolved to know in due course. The little things. It was the biggest thing which drew me to my conclusion.

"He took a risk coming to the church last night." I replied, feeling my eyelids grow ever heavy. "For that alone, I will love him."

It felt as if I'd only closed my eyes for a moment. I was drifting from a dream that I wouldn't remember when I opened them. I could hear familiar voices rising, my name somewhere on the breeze. Perhaps I was still dreaming? Somewhere in the distance I could hear my Father's voice. His venomous sermon waking me, and I sat bolt upright in a panic that I hadn't known would come.

I had no sense of the time. The sun was beating down from the centre of the sky, my curtains rippling in the warm summer breeze as my window sat at half mast. And outside the peace of the afternoon was broken by the sound of my sister's screams.

I grabbed my robe off the hook on the back of the door and flew downstairs. The front door was wide open, so rarely was it ever left like that; I knew immediately that something was wrong.

My Mother was standing on the porch, pacing a little as she watched from her safely appointed spot in the background. My Dad was standing at the foot of the driveway, holding Jolene back as he pointed an ominous finger at Sam. He was flanked by his older brothers, who were trying to convince him to pull back. Jolene was crying. Tears streaming down her face, begging to be let go of. Trying to rip at Dad's shirt, like an animal caught in a snare trying to fight for it's life.

The moment I appeared Jake's eyes lost their focus. He let go of his brother. Bile began to rise in my throat and I shook my head, terrified that he was about to move towards me. The very motion of my head seemed to break his heart. He would have made his claim, would've fought for me. But now was not the time.

"Please, Mr. Jones. Just hear me out!" Sam pleaded, trying to reach for Jolene. "I love her, Sir. I wont hurt her, I promise!"

It was as if he couldn't feel the push and pull of his daughter who wriggled on the end of a hook that only he had the power to reel in. He barely shook against the onslaught of her efforts to break free. His eyes burning into the boy who had come to ask for his permission.

"You set foot over here again, boy, and I'll call the police. You hear me?!" He threatened, "This is my land. My daughter."

Josh was still fervently attached to Sam's shoulder.

"With all due respect, Sir, my brother is a good person. He doesn't mean any harm to your daughter." He reasoned, holding a palm up towards my Dad to signal a cease fire. "We only live across the street. Only seems natural they'd take a liking to each other."

He didn't know it, but he was kicking the hornets nest. I wanted to intervene, feeling useless as I stood there with a voice that couldn't speak and feet that wouldn't move. I felt no better than my Mother as I watched the screen door over at the Kiszka house fly open. Their sister appeared, trying to explain what was going on in violent hand gestures, as their Mother stormed across the front yard and over to where her boys were trying to avoid a scuffle.

"Marie, come and take your daughter." Dad said calmly, shoving Jolene back towards the house as my Mom scurried down the porch steps to retrieve her.

I stayed close by. I didn't know what else to do.

"Boys, get back in the house!" She demanded, pulling them apart like rubber bands. "Mr. Jones, I know you're a well respected pastor in this town but I don't like your attitude towards my family. We welcomed you in to the street, we were met with indifference. So I'd kindly ask that you don't raise your voice or your hand to my son again!"

The way she stood there, fierce and unflappable. I'd only seen her a handful of times, taking groceries into the house or tending to her flower beds around the edge of the porch. Sometimes she would sit with Mr. Kiszka on the porch of an evening. The two of them sharing a drink and watching the world go by. That sort of slow living I thought only existed in movies.

"You keep those feral mutts away from my girls." Dad argued, that terrible finger of devout judgement mere inches away from her face.

But she remained unperturbed. Josh and Jake lingered at her back, Jake not knowing whether to stay behind his Mother or come to my side. I continued to subtly shake my head every time I caught his eye.

Mrs. Kiszka, with her arms folded and her eyes wide with rage, kept her lip tucked firmly under her teeth as she weighed and measured my Father. I noticed Ben lingering by the garage door, an oily rag in his hand and the car bonnet propped up as he stared at the chaos unfolding. An onlooker, no better than I. And I hated myself for it.

"If my feral mutts go anywhere near your girls, it's because they were invited." She bit back, keeping her voice low and steady. "It only seems hospitable that we extend the invitation right back."

Such poise and grace deserved accolades. She took a few tempered steps back, raising a cheerful grin as she looked back at the house and regarded only me and my sister.

"Girls, you are more than welcome over at our house any time." She said sweetly, "You know, it's downright cruel the way you keep them cooped up like that during summer."

She gathered up her boys and began the triumphant walk back across the street. I knew the rage that simmered beneath my Father's still frame was unfathomable. He remained where he stood for a few more moments, deftly trying to fight against raising his voice or going over there to continue the fight.

I left him there. Taking Jolene from my Mother, ushering her back inside to calm herself. Utterly broken by the events that had unfolded. I looked back only once, to see Jake staring at me from his driveway.

Dad went into his office and slammed the door behind him, the sound shaking the walls of the house. I sat Jolene down at the kitchen table and made some tea, her face all pink and blotchy from the tears. I could hear the sound of lawn mowers humming outside in the distance, and Ben hammering away at something in the garage.

Like it had never happened.

But it had. And there was no going back from it. Shaken and ruined by it, I sat holding her hand. Trying to ignore our Mother as she appeared, cleaning away the dishes at the sink as if she was looking for something to occupy herself.

"You girls, you know you shouldn't get him angry like that." She dithered, almost as if she couldn't see the state in which Jolene remained in. "It's so much easier to just... not push his buttons."

"And I suppose by not pushing his buttons you mean never speak a word, stay in our rooms and be on our best behaviour at church?" I replied, urging Jolene to drink her tea.

She pushed it aside. "I don't care what anyone says, I won't be kept apart from him."

Mom dropped a glass in the sink. "Oh, Jolene... you know your Father just wants the best for you. To marry a good Christian boy from the church."

"I don't want no one but Sam!!!" She yelled, our Mother flinching back as if she'd thrown hands. "You'll never understand! Just because that's what you did, it doesn't mean that's what I have to do! Look at you, like a frightened little puppy! Scared of what he'll say if you step out of line! I'm not afraid anymore. And if you want me to stop seeing Sam, you'll have to kill me."

I didn't know it at the time, but Jolene had set in motion a course of events that would never be able to wash it's hands clean of the blood that would be spilled. I would often think back to that day in the kitchen and hear the sound of that glass shattering in the sink, our Mother's hand bleeding out under the run of the faucet. And I would wonder what might have been if she'd just kept it a secret a little while longer.

That night, I couldn't sleep. My pattern ruined from the previous night of wakefulness and the day I'd spent catching up. Unable to settle in my bones thereafter, after being woken so abruptly. Jolene had spent hours beneath her blanket, refusing to be comforted. Sobbing into her pillow until her breath had gone shallow and I could discern the waves and depth of sleep that had taken over.

I kept the window half open. The heat still bearing down, even when the sun had set. The trails of the night breeze gliding over my leg as I hitched it over my blanket and tried to distract myself with a book.

The way that Jake had looked at me was etched in every single thought I had. Barely able to eat supper at the excrutiatingly silent dinner table, unable to focus on anything but the way he'd wanted to step to me. That same tangible desire that was being screamed out of Jolene's lungs existed within mine.

Only mine was a little quieter. A little more serene. But no less bold in it's approach. I wanted him so bad I couldn't read any of the words on the page. I had to actively stop myself from going to the window to see if he was waiting there with a sign. I knew that if I did I wouldn't be able to stop myself from climbing out and going to him.

I didn't need to wonder, though. The night was so thick with atmosphere, the sound of the crickets had shrouded his movements. It wasn't until his hands curled around the window frame, pulling it open as wide as it would go, that I looked up from my book and felt my heart begin to rage within my chest.

He fell into the room, knocking over my pencil pot as he climbed over my desk. Admonishing himself as Jolene stirred a little, but did not wake. He silently placed the pencils back where they belonged and stealthily moved over to my bed.

It felt as if I hadn't seen him for days. About to whisper my fears as he placed a warm hand to my mouth and hushed me before I could utter one word.

"Ssssh now." He whispered, "You don't want to get us caught, do you?"

I shook my head with his hand still firmly planted there. His body was firm against mine, his eyes scanning my face in the low, golden glow of my bed side lamp.

"You sure do look pretty when you're all tucked up in bed like that." He said quietly, smirking as he released me. "Get dressed. Meet me out on the porch roof."

I glanced at my alarm clock. It wasn't yet midnight. I knew that if I could slip back in before sunrise, the risk would be lessened. I thought about it as I watched Jake climb back out, waiting until he was completely through the frame before yanking off my night gown and carelessly picking up the first thing I could grab out of my closet. Conscious that one creak of the floor boards could wake Jolene.

Would I even care, even if I did get caught sneaking back in? Would the consequence be worth it? I clasped my bra on, pulling the straps over my shoulders as I shimmied into a pair of white linen shorts and a blouse. I shoved my feet into a pair of sandals and knew that the regret would haunt me for the rest of my life if I didn't climb out of that window right then and there.

The sight of Jake in the summer moon, silver light illuminating his side profile as he sat on the edge of the porch roof waiting me, it was all I needed to know that I might never climb back inside the window. He was looking up at the stars, completely enchanted by the expanse of little white dots scattered across the noir. And when he noticed me, his face transformed from one of spacial wonder to one that knew it's home when it saw it.

"Do you trust me?" He asked solemnly, extending his hand for me to take as I climbed out.

He was wearing a muted purple t-shirt, ripped at the hem and paired with a pair of washed out old levi's. His hair hadn't been brushed, I could make out the knots even in the light of the moon. The wild elements of him only serving to make my heart beat faster. There wasn't anything about Jake that made me think that I was about to enjoy a peaceful evening. Everything about him had my danger receptors firing in all cylinders. And yet, I did trust him.

"Why, shouldn't I trust you?" I asked, letting him guide me down the trellis that ran down the side of the porch, his hands reaching for my waist as he helped me onto the ground.

"That very much depends." He fired back, "If your Dad intends me to bring you back without knowing how much I've fallen in love with you, then no."

His words stilled me. There under the moon, he caught me with a gentle gaze that guided me into a kiss that could have been witnessed by every eye in the whole world and I wouldn't have cared. His palm rested on my cheek, his hips angled towards mine. Heaven tasted like his tongue which gently probed into my mouth and brushed over mine, sending a rush of arousal to my beating pussy.

"What happened today shouldn't have happened." He said, keeping his forehead rested against mine. "I can't pretend that I understand why the fuck your Dad is such a narcissistic bastard. But I'll take you the fuck away from here. Just say the word. I've been working at my Dad's music store, saved up enough to get my own car. A little left over, too. We can go anywhere you want. I'll look after you, Bonnie."

I almost died inside at the sentiment. Waves of heat and flutters of excitement churned away in my stomach as he awaited my response. There wasn't a single condition to the way that I loved him. I didn't know how or why or even when I knew that it was love, the exact moment I could have hand picked from the little ones we'd shared. But I knew, beyond all conviction, that I would have followed him into the fire and brimstone of hell if that was where he was destined to go.

Jake made the dead parts of me breathe again. The parts of me that I'd long since disregarded and thought could never be resurrected. And I wanted so badly to honour that. To take his hand and let him lead me as far away from Beech Run as was humanly possible. But I couldn't leave Jolene. Not with the threat of the days events still hanging over her head. Without me, there was no guiding light for her.

"I promise." I whispered against his open mouth. "One day I will ask you to take me away from here. But not yet..."

For now, I let him take me across the street and up the gravel of his driveway. Every light in his house was out, save for the flicker of something glowing behind the half raised garage door.

"I meant what I said." He reminded me, stopping right before he would open it fully. "I'm gonna show you how much I've fallen in love with you."

"Maybe I'll show you." I countered, leaving him a little bewildered as he pushed up the garage door.

"You deserve to have beautiful memories. I really hope this is one of them."

The garage was only a small space. Littered with music paraphernalia. Multiple piles of vinyl in cardboard sleeves. A few stereo systems of varying degrees of use were dotted about. There was a drum kit right at the back and a set of guitars leaning on stands sitting on a moth eaten old carpet. On the walls there were posters, some of them lovingly placed in glass frames and others haphazardly tacked to the wall and ripped at the edges. I didn't recognise any of the faces in the images, but they looked like musicians or from movies. In the centre of the room was a couch with a pull out bed. He'd taken the liberty of making it up, surrounded with pillows and several blankets and comforters like he'd tried to build a soft little nest.

And all around the room were the dainty flickers of tea light flames. Hundreds of them, lovingly placed and ignited to fill the room with a soft glow that gave me a lump in my throat as I looked at what he had done for me. If he had wanted me to remember this, it would always stand proudly at the front of everything I did that summer.

"You did all this, for me?"

He went over to one of the stereo's and at the very top was a record player. He set the pin into the grooves, and let it begin to spin. I didn't recognise the song, but it set the mood perfectly.

"This is the least of what I'd do for you." He said, pulling me in to slow dance as I rested my head against his shoulder. "And when you finally decide to run away with me, then you'll know how far I'm willing to go."

We made out on the pull out bed for a little while. His smile as I kissed his teeth made him giggle, sharing laughter as we kissed amongst the piles of vinyl and instruments. I could have stayed like that forever, just taking in the memory of his lips and the way it felt to have his arm tucked beneath my head as he pulled me in. Sometimes his hair would fall out from behind his ear and sweep across my cheek, making me shudder at the sensation of it. And he would gallantly tuck it back, taking a moment to catch my expressions in the candle light.

"Tell me what you know about sex." He said, playing with the cord on the waist band of my shorts. "Do you ever think about it?"

I suddenly felt so very small in his arms. "Of course I think about it."

The steady beat of his heart became so erratic I could hear it in his breath. He was doing anything to distract himself, twirling the little string of fabric between his fingers and only looking at me when I hadn't said anything for a while. Like he'd been waiting for me to speak and didn't want to break the spell.

"I know enough about sex to know that I think about it." I offered, "Why do you ask?"

He couldn't look me in the eye, then. Preferring to shoot his gaze at the stereo, the clear plastic hood of the vinyl section propped up like a car bonnet as the pin skipped over to the next song.

"What I did to you in the church... and in the field the other day... I don't want you to think that it's all I want." He sounded sincere, bringing his eyes back to me after he'd finished speaking.

I could see the conflict. His desire to protect me and fuck me at odds with one another. I pulled him into another superfluous kiss. It had been enough for him to do all this for me. To lay the bed out with all the soft comforters and pillows and light all the tiny little tea candles, pick out his favourite music and making sure he said all the right words.

"But I also want you to know that I would do it all again. Over and over. Because your body does something to me that is beyond all fucking reasoning." He trailed his hand down from my throat into the valley of my breasts. "It started the first time I saw you in the window. Took every ounce of strength I had not to get too hard. And then when I saw you coming towards me down by the creek, I felt dizzy for the first time over a girl. I wanted to give you something, something that would make you feel good. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to know what you felt like. I couldn't get the thought out of my head for hours, even in the church I wanted to pull your panties all the way down. I wanted to just pull my zipper down and let it happen. But I knew that if I did, I'd regret it. You deserve to be courted sweetly. Not spanked to the edge of tolerance under God's roof..."

"I liked it." I cut him off, his fingertips pushing the edge of my blouse away from the curve of my breast. "I'm not made of porcelain, Jake. I wont break. I've been treated like I shouldn't be exposed to sex my whole life. Like it was a dirty sinful thing that would land me a one way ticket to hell. I don't care where I end up after I die. I just want to live..."

"Then we'll live." He agreed, wordlessly tugging at my clothes until he had taken them off and thrown them down by the bed.

In my underwear, I'd been conditioned to feel shame. But there was nothing but power there as Jake knelt at the foot of the bed and stared at me as if he'd unearthed buried treasure. His tongue sat the edge of his teeth, his eyes moving down from the way my hair tumbled over my breasts right down to the curve of my ankles.

"You ever seen a hard cock before?" He asked, shedding his t-shirt and unbuckling his belt. "I don't want to scare you."

I couldn't help but giggle. "I'm not afraid."

Perhaps there was a part of me that was curiously on edge. It wasn't fear, but as he began to take apart his zipper I could feel the apprehension rise. He didn't take his eyes off me. Carefully watching for my reaction as he pushed his levi's down. Beneath the fabric of his white boxer shorts I could make out the line of his cock. He gripped it tightly, giving it a little shake as he released some of the tension.

"It's not fully hard yet." He explained, "Do you want to touch it until it is?"

I swallowed thickly, the lump in my throat somehow bigger as he kicked off his jeans and scrambled up the bed to lay back down at my side.

"Show me how you like to be touched." I said, letting him guide my hand over the bulge, almost like the fabric between his flesh and mine was a slow introduction to how he liked it best.

"Just wrap your hand around it." He instructed, watching as I coiled my fingers around the shaft. "Yeah, just like that. And then squeeze it a little. And move up and down slowly."

The pulse quickened immediately. A rush of blood taking him to a solidness I hadn't expected. And it made me wet. I could feel the crotch between my thighs grow moist, and he noticed it too. Tracing the line of fabric that had darkened in colour, breathing heavily as he ghosted a feather light touch over my mound.

"I'm trying to take it slowly, but I need to have your body free of these..." He pulled on the waist of my panties, moaning softly as I continued to move my hand precisely the way he'd told me to.

"We're always trying." I mused, rolling onto my back so that he could take my underwear off. "Trying to be good. To work hard. To do what's right. Why don't people ever try to do what they want, what they need?"

"Oh, they do." He replied, peppering my breasts with kisses as he unclasped my bra and threw it down with the rest of my clothes, his body above me as I looked up at him. "They just don't talk about it."

The way he slid down my body, taking my panties with him, I couldn't bear it. " Oh...I guess that makes sense."

His head snapped up from covering my stomach in soft little kisses. His hair already knotted up and fucked.

"For instance, right now all I want to do is make love to you. But that's our little secret. Nobody else gets to ruin this for us. This is ours. Between nobody but me and you. Ok?"

I barely noticed that he'd rendered me naked. I laid there without a stitch on, his body lingering above me as I watched him move back. He was so beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes away from how his stomach moved as he breathed. The way his messed up hair sat at his shoulders. Even his thighs were making me feel like I'd never really been alive up until this moment. I'd just existed through out a series of events that had brought me here.

"You have no idea how possessed I am by you." He told me, sliding his hand down behind the waist band of his boxers as his eyes closed a little. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you bewitched me."

There was humour in his inflection, enough that it drew a breathy little giggle as he pulled out his cock. He let his boxers fall to the ground, observing me as I laid on the little nest he'd built for us.

"It's got a hold of me, too." I confessed, "Whatever this is. I'm a part of it."

It seemed to be enough that we were both entangled within this spell. He stood there gently stroking himself as I parted my legs. Letting him enjoy the view, taking in the sight as I watched him right back. He seemed to know the pattern of his own touch, letting his cock stand as he rounded a palm over his balls and left a shimmery trail at his bellybutton as his tip leaked.

"I don't want to wait anymore, Jake."

There were such things as ghosts. Not the people who had once lived and had died, but the versions of ourselves that had been and were never more. I felt like a ghost as he coveted me. My thighs welcoming his body between them and the rush of arousal that flooded every nerve ending was like lightening striking the earth.

I didn't quieten myself for Jake. For him, I did not enter a room as if I were not invited. For him I opened up, offering him my heart and my virginity; the two things perhaps the greatest gifts I had to offer him. And there was no confusion over what it meant to him. He laid down on top of me, holding his weight just enough so that I could feel his intention and taste his breath. The softness of his approach in direct contrast to the unrelenting hardness resting at the unopened door.

"Can you feel that?" He asked quietly, his lips brushing against mine. "It's all for you, Bonnie. All of it."

I knew he was mine the moment he shifted. His weight rolling down, hips dancing forward. And I was a vessel on calm seas. He didn't take his eyes from mine as he slowly entered. The tip just sitting in the tightness, stretching me out and making me wince a little. But it wasn't unbearable. I placed my hands around him, keeping him tethered. Ensuring no part of him would retreat if my expressions betrayed me.

"Ok?" He checked, moving a subdued kiss across my cheek bone, sweeping his lips across to where his whisper entered my ear. "Does it hurt?"

"Just keep going." I urged, certain that the burn and the ache would subside, "Don't stop..."

He let out the most delicious sound as he slowly continued to enter. Moaning softly, his breath warm against my cheek until he was entirely within me. And I could feel his groin rub against my thighs, soft pubic hair against my mound. And there he stayed, leaning up on forearms so that he could get a better look at me.

"I'm not going to fuck you, not yet." He explained, his palms coming to rest against my temples. "I just want to commit this feeling to memory."

I'd never felt more full. Almost like he was nearing the inside of my stomach, the pain and the sting of was worth all the misery of wondering what it would feel like. Because it simply wasn't how I could have ever imagined it.

"I love you, Jake." Was all I could fathom to say, staring up at his intense brown eyes that couldn't seem to look away from me.

He mouthed the words back to me, resting his forehead against mine, breathing a little harder as I clenched my pussy around him. The action was somewhat involuntary, as the inevitable burn began to lay waste to a feeling that was entirely new. With every flex he moaned again, and the melody of it drew a throb from me that almost demanded movement.

"So... tight..." He fought against it, keeping his cock nestled inside me, making a home for it as he buried his lips against my jaw and whispered sweet words that made me fall in love with him over and over again.

He would have stayed like that forever. And I would have kept him there for eternity. But the need and the animalistic urge to thrust was one I hadn't been prepared for. The way my body felt the rigid pull back was a delight. And the slow push back inside was delicious and my senses were spilling over with every thrust, every touch. Every breath and every kiss. Every word spoken and every soft moan. My mouth filled with his tongue, my fingers digging into the soft flesh at his waist. His cock slammed into me, fucked me and made love to me so softly at first and then when I couldn't stop myself from crying out he let himself take it a little harder, a little rougher until we were moving in unison.

"You feel so good, Bonnie." He told me, breathless between kisses, "I claim you..."

"I claim you, Jake..." I panted it, my voice coming out like a desperate whine that didn't quite sound like anything I'd ever spoken like before.

He seemed to like it. Bringing his mouth down to my hard nipples and clamping his lips around them. He sucked so gently, keeping his rhythm so perfectly I could feel my body start to vibrate. Overstimulated and ascending to the stars that he had promised me.

And yet, I had a feeling that he was nowhere near to being done with me.

To be Continued...

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pugwitharug · 6 months

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Hello! I really want to make a last legacy request, my LL OC is chubby/fat but I'm not real good to explain how the m4 would react to MC being self conscious/uncomfortable in their body.

(ignore the fact that I've had this in my inbox since literally Christmas--)

(by god I will pull myself out of my writing burnout if it's the last thing I ever do--)

Don't you worry my sweet anon, I got you covered

Content Warning: Mentions of negative body image, no specifics on what their body actually looks like

GN Reader, oof this may be really out of character but we're gonna do it anyways, some hurt and lot of comfort, the one thing all the LIs know how to do is give you love

Felix Iskandar Escellun

Felix isn't one for vanity, but he is one for the gothic aesthetic, so you bet he has one of those huge standing mirrors with the most ornate gold-leafed steel frame next to his wardrobe

It's one of the many gorgeous things in his room (not including him heheheheheheh) and it's something you find yourself staring at a lot

You normally do your best to not look at the actual mirror part, but today, your eyes seem drawn towards your body. You're not wearing anything revealing, your fashion style is more conservative by Earth's standards, but you focus a lot on the parts of your body you hate

Your own eyes feel like claws, rending bleeding wounds through your skin. Voices crawl into the back of your head. Ugly. Disgusting. Unlovable. They're hard to block out

You wrap your arms around your stomach, tears stinging the back of your eyes, and you find yourself unable to tear away from the mirror. As gorgeous as the mirror is, in this moment, you want to smash it into pieces

It's now when Felix walks in and sees you shaking in front of the mirror, the tears now starting to roll down your cheeks. He rushes over to you and pulls his cloak off, throwing it over the mirror and pulling you out of your stupor

Once he's sure the mirror is fully covered, he hugs you tightly, rubbing small circles on your back. He whispers comforting words in your ear, refuting everything the voices in your head are saying as if he can hear them himself

It's sort of true, for him. There were times where he felt disgusted by his body, feeling like he's an imposter in a dead person's body. He knows what you're feeling, and he hates that you feel that way about yourself

If he could take all those feelings out, he would. But for now, he's here to help and tell you how much he loves you

Anisa Anka

Being with Anisa has taught you that she can be strong with her opinions about you. Specifically, all the good opinions she has about you

She knows about your self-image issues, and she doesn't blame you for having them!

.....okay, that sounds a little wrong. She doesn't think that you're being dumb or irrational for having those thoughts. Your feelings are valid, and she's here to help you with that

Case in point: the two of you are doing some shopping through the town. Anisa has a free day, and the two of you just wanted to walk around town and see if anything catches your eye

You walk past a fancy dress shop and stop at the window to gawk at the newest dress. It's a gorgeous baby blue color, with white trim and pleating. It's a dress that you would die to have

As you're imagining yourself wearing the dress, your eyes flick over to your reflection in the mirror, and your dreams slowly begin to shatter. Compared to the beauty that is Anisa and the gorgeous dress, how dare you stand next to them. How dare you think you belong in the same space as them

You look away from the window and start to walk away, heart heavy with regret. Anisa notices and gently grabs your wrist, asking what's wrong

There's nothing wrong, you say. You're just ready to move on

Of course, Anisa knows you better than that. She grabs both of your hands and squeezes them comfortingly, reassuring you that those thoughts in your head? Garbage. And you know where they belong? In the trash, out of your fantastic brain and gorgeous body

And by the gods, she's gonna see you in that dress, and she's gonna see you smile

Sage Lesath

Sage never really had body image issues, to be honest. All of the negative feelings he's had about himself are about his actual self, not about his physical body. That being said, he absolutely understand having those negative thoughts about yourself

One of the main ways those negative thoughts materialize in real life is that you always wear pajamas to go to sleep. Full pants and mostly long-sleeve shirts, only wearing short-sleeves if it's really hot. It's in large contrast to Sage's underwear-only sleep style

He's asked a couple times if you ever wanted to try something like a nightgown or wearing shorts, but you've always turned them down. Since it was clear you weren't comfortable with those ideas, he's left you and your sleepwear choices be

One night, you're both getting ready to sleep. He's taking off his clothes, you're putting yours on--or, at least, you're trying to. For some reason, you can't find your last clean pair of pajamas

Did you accidentally put it in the dirty laundry? You rifle through the dirty clothes, scrunching up your nose a little, but you can't find them

Were they shoved into the back of the closet? You get on your tiptoes and feel all against the wooden back, but you can't feel them

At this point, you start to get a little frantic. You need those pajamas. You can't just sleep without them. If you don't, you'll feel your body, Sage will feel your body. Your actual body, your actual skin. Oh, how disgusted he will be

Sage asks you what's wrong, and you try to collect yourself and explain that you can't find your pajamas, but you can't stop the tears from coming and your voice from breaking. Your arms instinctively wrap around yourself, trying to hide from his worried view

He reaches out and pulls you up against him, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. His soft hair tickles your nose as he whispers reassurances in your ear

He doesn't entirely understand how you can hate such a gorgeous and divine body like yours, but he's here for you nonetheless. Whatever you want him to do to make you comfortable, he will do it, and he will show you his love in his own way

Mainly through worship. He's a worshipper. We all know this

Rime Solano Varela

I'm gonna be honest, I don't think he really cares about your body like that. He cares about you, of course, but he doesn't give that much thought into what you look like. He's more interested in who you are as a person

Even so, he does understand wanting to feel comfortable in your own skin. He wears what he does because it gives the small sensation of being comfortable, and so he wants that for you too

One day, you're doing some spring cleaning around the house and are clearing out your shared closet. You're pulling out your clothes that you don't wear anymore to put in a donate pile to give it to people less fortunate than you

You're separating your Astraea-bought clothes from your Earth-bought clothes, not entirely sure if you can give away your Earth clothes, when your eyes catch one of the tags on your shirt. There's at least three letters on there, and most of them are X's

You look at all of your Earth shirts. All of them say the same thing. All of them have those damn X's and L's. No M's or S's in sight

Compared to Rime's clothes, which better fit his smaller body, yours look...grotesque. They clearly don't belong here. You clearly don't belong here

You grab all your clothes and throw them as far as you can in a fit of rage that fizzles out into sadness. You stand there, shaking, eyes welling up with tears, stuck where you are with the voices in the back of your head

Hearing the commotion, Rime comes in to check on you. Seeing the clothes strewn about, you standing still in the middle of the room, and knowing your struggles with your body image, it isn't hard for him to piece together what happened

He says your name as he walks over to you, and you don't even get to look over at him before he claps both his hands on your cheeks. As you're trying to recover from the shock, he starts talking

He really doesn't give a shit about what you look like, or what clothes you wear. They're insignificant. Literally just pieces of fabric. The only thing he cares about is you, and you need to start doing that too

His normally icy expression softens as he takes a deep breath, trying to switch gears a little. He just wants you to be comfortable in your own body, and he knows it's easier said than done, but he wants to help you

So let's not focus on what you have and go get something you like, okay? He doesn't know how much longer he can stand seeing you look at yourself like that

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readingadream · 2 months

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A Twisted High

Pairing: Bang Chan X OC Alexa/Alex

Summary: Alexa's favorite thing is Ice skating and hanging out with friend's. Chris's favorite thing is Hockey and working for the family business. What happens when these two get paired up for a school project and become each others new favorite thing.

Genre: Mafia Au, Hockey Au,

Warning and Tags: Drug use, violence, eventually smut, fluff, angst

Word Count: 1,756

Chapter One

Alexa’s POV

"Alexa. Hurry up or both of us are going to be late," I hear my dad yell from downstairs. Frantically I look at the time on my phone and scream. Oh shit we really are going to be late. I jump out of bed and get my clothes on. I find a random pair of pants and t-shirt and start scanning the room from left to right looking for my backpack, finally spotting what I was looking for under my clothes on the floor. I grab it and run down the stairs, grabbing a piece of toast from my dad and smiling as I ruffle his hair.

"Sorry, I couldn't find my backpack. Now we're waiting on you. Let's go old man," I say, giving him a teasing smile and making him raise his eyebrow, heading to the car.

Mornings are the only part of our days were we see each other, with him being a firefighter and all. So it's nice. Always my favorite way to start a day. I could easily drive myself, but then we wouldn't have this time together. Though, sometimes I would enjoy a morning to myself.

"Do you have practice? Need to know where I'm picking you up tonight. I'll be off early," he asks, starting the car and backing out of the driveway. I look at him confused. Grabbing my extra brush I hid in the car, I start to brush my hair.

"Yes, I do. So I guess that means to pick me up at the Ring. But why are you picking me up?" Usually I just walk or get a ride with Jayde, because dad is usually working. So it's weird that my dad is going to pick me up today. This can't be good.

"So we can go to the station for the job fair, silly," my dad replies, giving me a dorky smile. I give him a fake smile but roll my eyes. I love my dad and appreciate what he does for me and our town, but I just don't want to be in his field of work or anywhere near it… which he just doesn't understand.

"Okay, sounds good. I get done at about 5, is that too late or should I skip practice today?" I say unamused looking out the window. I think about how I will actually have to tell him and break his heart that I wanna go into Event Planning.

"No, that is fine. It's not too late, don't worry. Now have fun at school." Finally we made it to school. I lean over the console and give my dad a kiss on the cheek. Getting out of the car I make my way to the front and wave bye to my dad.

Walking into the school I head to my locker. Placing my books inside, I hear a bang next to me.

"Why does everyone like Tina? They need to get off her ass, she's a bitch," Chantel whines leaning against the locker next to mine. Laughing, I look across the hall at Tina who is twirling her hair and flirting with the football team.

"I don't know, but why do you care? You have your college boy. It's not like your man is over there with her" I say, turning back to my locker and away from Chantel with furrowed eyebrows, visibly disgusted.

"True, but my cousin is." Glancing back over to Tina who now has her hands in Chris's hair. Chris is the one guy every girl wants but no one can have no matter how hard anyone tries. I used to have the biggest crush on him, but I stopped trying a long time ago, unlike most.

"He doesn't look comfortable, poor guy," I say, which was mostly drowned out by the squeaky swing of my locker door as I closed it. Pulling out my phone, I check my messages and read a reminder from my coach about the hockey team that has practice in our rink, and will be there after our practice.

"Yeah, yeah, poor Chris. He's the dumbass that went over to her," Chantel snarled. "Anyway, can I go to the ring with you after school? I need a break from the fam and I can like, draw or do homework or something while you skate," Chantel asks, interlocking her arm with mine as we walk to the bathroom.

"Yeah, sure, but you can't really run away from the fam because your cousin and his friends have practice." I pause to focus on putting on my lipstick. "But we can't hangout after practice."

"Oh, Okay. But why not after?" She looks at me with curious eyes.

"Job fair at the station, so my dad is picking me up. I mean, we can hangout and you can come with us. Oh! That’s actually a great idea," I say with a wink and nudge her, making her giggle, secretly hoping she would want to and come save me.

"So I'm guessing you haven't talked to the old man about the apprenticeship? Or about RDSF? Or, I don't know, your real dreams?!" Chantel says giving a disappointed look, ignoring my question. But how do you tell your parents that you don't want to be like them and that you don't want to help people the way they do?

"How can I? He was so excited and happy about it, but I'll tell him after, don't worry. Who knows, it might even be fun. I could meet my future husband," I laugh finishing up a light layer of eyeshadow on my face. When I finish, I top it off with a wing liner and then some chapstick. Chantel and I head out to go to our classes which sadly, we do not share together. But I do share it with Chris and my other friend Kinsley.

"Well at least you have classes and practice so you don't have to think about it for a while." As we make our way down the hallway passing by some students, most waving at Chantel. Now, I'm not popular, but I do a lot of clubs and interview a lot of students because I’m in the yearbook. So I know everyone, I’m just not close with them, only Chantel and Kinsley. Chantel, though, is friends with everyone. We've been best friends since elementary. It's crazy to think that if we didn't meet then we probably wouldn't be friends now.

"I guess you're right," I nod in agreement. But then I started to worry about the job fair.

"Always remember that." Both of us giggle and are about to part ways to our first period. We see Chris make his way over alone for once, he's usually with his crew of hockey boys or some girl.

"Hey cuz, Alex," he smiles and nods at me with that beautiful smile as he walks into the classroom.

"Enjoy class with my annoying cousin. See you at lunch unless you have it with Kinsley today." Waving goodbye, I walk into class and take my seat. I love science and it’s my best subject so having it in the morning is pretty nice and makes getting up easier sometimes.

"Hello class, we will be discussing an upcoming group project. Before you get all excited, I have already chosen the pairs." Great, I never get someone I know or would like to work with. After Mrs. Ferguson named some students, I then heard my name. I look up waiting to see who I will be paired up with. To my surprise, I hear Chris's name right after mine being called. I look over to him already staring at me giving me a smile and an eyebrow raise. I just shake my head waiting for more instructions from the teacher.

“Okay, there are all your groups. Now, onto the whole project. You and your partner will find and collect 50 flowers each. I want you to write every detail about the flower, the animals around, and how fast it grows. Then you guys will have to present it to me and I’ll press them and put them in a journal.” Mrs Furgeson finishes off the last instructions to the assignment. As I write down the notes for the assignment, I hear a hiss and turn around to see Chris.

“So I guess we got to do this together. Can’t wait. I’ll get your information at the rink tonight.” I just nod my head and go back to writing my notes. But I hear a scoff coming from Tina next to me in front of Chris. I just wink at her and go back to my notes. The project seems to be easy, which is nice.

When the bell rings, I grab my bag and make my way to the door being the first one out. I didn't want to deal with Tina and her jealousy. I then head to my second period class. Before I make my way to Kinsley at our normal meeting spot, I feel a sharp pointed tap on my shoulder. I turn around to be greeted by the fakest smile.

"Alexa, I love your shirt today. It's so cute. Did you do something with your hair?” I hold in a laugh as I can see in Tina’s eyes that she is in pain talking to me right now. I roll my eyes, turning back around knowing that she'd throw a fit that I wasn't bothering to give her any more time out of my day… which I was correct, she did get upset. I felt her pull me back and sadly was facing her again. “Don't turn your back on me when I asked you a question, that's rude.”

I faked a smile, shrugging my shoulders as I looked her dead in the eyes. “And touching me without permission isn't? If I wanted to speak to you more, then I would. Though I don't want to. Why would I waste my time when I have class to get to?” The look on her face told me everything. Tina was pissed that I spoke back, that I wasn't giving in to her fakeness.

Watching Tina turn away and storm off made me snicker as I turned to go meet Kinsley at our spot before class, but now we wouldn't have much time left since the wicked witch of the west wanted to try and be nice and waste the time I did have. All because she was jealous of me, I'm sure.

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purity-town · 6 months

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No update today...because I just graduated from college!!! It's been a wild weekend with my graduation ceremony and moving apartments and all that, but from here on out I'm officially free!

We're also just past the third anniversary of Purity Town! I had started working on the comic towards the end of my first semester at college, during one of the lowest points of my life -- so suffice to say, I'm so glad to see how far we've come since then, and many thanks to everyone for sticking around for so long and making this such a fun experience to work on!

And with all that, after ages, I've finally got ask responses all typed up under the cut!

And thank you for reading!!!!! Seriously, it makes me so so so happy to see people enjoying this comic so much -- I'm getting to draw things and get excited about my lore ideas and present NPC interpretations and OCs and it's wonderful that other people are just as hyped about it. I adore Chris and Andrew a lot and I'm glad other people do too!

Haha, yep! The Dryad gets to see That Guy again after 450 years, the townsfolk get to see the equivalent of a mythical fairy show up to bless their town, and Andrew has to deal with the Literal Actual Dryad in town and up in his business. Everyone will be happy about this and there's no way it will end messily!

I've definitely thought about it! Particularly having her being Andrew's maternal grandmother, and then working elements reminiscent of that into Andrew's mother's design -- I even have a general idea for how she looks based on that, though I don't have anything to show for it as I haven't tried properly drawing her out.

I think there are several interesting hooks that could come of it, depending on how you spin it. Big problem with all of that being that, at least off the top of my head, there's hardly any in-game lore surrounding the nymph -- she's just someone (some creature? a type of creature? a unique being?) that exists.

I did see a note on the wiki pointing out the similarities between the Dryad and the Nymph's designs, but I'm not totally convinced that's intended; they just happen to both be showing a lot of skin. The definition of "Dryad" including the word "Nymph" nudges me towards them being related, but I'm still just...not sure. Maybe Nymphs (or Nymph, singular) are a handful of Dryads who were not outright killed in the war but instead mutated beyond recognition by the eldritch powers they fought against? Much to think about; I'm open to ideas if anyone has opinions on the matter!

Here you go! And a sta.sh link again in case of Tumblr-image-quality-shenanigans.

Thank you!!! The Aether is an incredibly fun location to draw in general; it's so strange and magical and gives me an excuse to add stars and sparkles everywhere. Add in the Shimmer and it's just- such a delight, haha. It's rainbows and starlight and it was really interesting translating the in-game side view we get of the Shimmer pond to the top view in the comic.

Thank you :) This was quite the semester, and working around other folks' schedules for groupwork and sudden project requirements changes and so on and so forth left me with a busy and unpredictable schedule. But I was able to wrap up the semester with solid finals and a great GPA, so it worked out in the end -- and now I'll finally be settling into a more regular work schedule. No more all-nighters (hopefully)!!

I’ll admit that I haven’t really thought about this much. If anything, I’ll probably handwave it a bit to be more general -- main reason being that there are plenty of reasons for someone to be on edge during a Blood Moon, and that can be an interesting thing to explore without making it into a “haha menstruation” joke.

(Also, considering the Zoologist transforms during a Blood Moon regardless of moon phase, I think the idea of the moon warping the mind and that being amplified during Blood Moons in general is a more interesting take. But even if you remove that element, Blood Moons are scary and characters being snappy or on-edge is reasonable given the circumstances.)

I don’t have a good response to this bit, but please know that it made me laugh quite a lot.

First off -- I’m so sorry for taking so long to answer this ask; I hope you’ve gotten good info elsewhere in the meantime but I’ll add what advice I can give! Here are some general tips below -- some may be more useful than others depending on your situation and approach to drawing, but I hope it helps in some way or another!

Start small. Purity Town started as a 2-page mini-comic, and then expanded into a 10-page chapter as I got used to the comic-making process and decided whether I wanted to stick with the project or not. Purity Town ended up snowballing into a larger narrative comic rather than the "small comic snippets accompanying a more typical fanfic" as I had originally been thinking of, but starting small helped me ease into it nonetheless. By the time that I had finished the first chapter, I had gained enough experience working with comics to feel comfortable/confident enough to continue on to chapter 2, and things just kept rolling from there.

Pace yourself. I'm quite slow at drawing, so I generally do my best to set aside time every Saturday just to work on the comic, as well as working on it whenever I feel like it over the week. This keeps me from burnout (and repetitive strain injuries). Importantly, having a set update schedule also helps me remember to actually work on updates, as leaving me to my own devices = never getting anything done (see: how long it took to answer this ask). However, many folks do just fine updating entirely on their own time, so take this one with a grain of salt and figure out what works best for you!

Plan ahead. This applies more to making longer, narrative-focused comics. Because comic-making is so time consuming, every page should count. You don't need to have the entire thing written out before you begin (see again: burnout; it's also nice to have some level of flexibility with the story to see it grow alongside your skills), but planning out at least the current story "segment" is a big help. I like to script out the current chapter, starting with a pile of out-of-context dialogue snippets and overarching chapter ideas and boiling it down to a proper dialogue script with notes for panel ideas. It helps a lot with figuring out how long the chapter will end up being and lets me freely move events around until I'm happy with how they fit together, rather than doing it all on the fly.

Do what you can to save time. If you're a digital artist especially, look into what tools your art program of choice has to help make your illustration process smoother, like paint filling tools or vector lines. If you want to re-use backgrounds or character art, then do so! It's okay! Do whatever makes you enjoy what you're doing and happy with the end result!

Stay organized. This was touched on in a number of the other points, but it's so important that I'm giving it its own slot. I make liberal use of folders and layers -- personally, I use three layers for lineart and every layer has at most two colors. Text gets its own folder and special effects have color-coded labels. My layers are always organized in the same way and I keep often-reused materials (like the lineart for Chris' staff) in separate files for easy access. Of course, the specifics are dependent on how you draw, but this has made a world of difference for me personally.

It's okay to experiment and change things. Figure out what works for you -- some folks do comics entirely as sketches or lineart without coloring, you'll see book-style vs. scrolling/vertical webcomics, and all that. It's okay to swap things up if you find that something isn't working out. Don't get too caught up in everything being "perfect," just experiment and see what makes you happy.

(Side note, but if anyone here specifically uses Clip Studio Paint and wants to talk about platform-specific details like brushes or using certain tools, feel free to send me a message on Tumblr/Discord about it. I am by no means a master of Clip Studio, but I am at least familiar with the particular tools I frequently use and can give info on them!)

Based on personal experience, a random cave halfway down to Hell. 90% chance that it’s completely enclosed and filled with random monsters, haha. Luckily the Dryad was there to stop him!

#purity town #not an update #pt asks

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etfrin · 23 days

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chapter one: the beginning | blackout

warning : sfw | none !

summary : getting into the foxes

pairing : Andrew x Neil x oc! Male character

beta read / editor : @shawol-lisa-lee9

a/n : first chapter, woo, can't believe this is real rn, hope you guys liked it! And thank you @shawol-lisa-lee9 for agreeing to be my beta reader and being so helpful in the process! you're a life saver! 🤍

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It was supposed to be like any other day. But everything feels different. The subtle changes in the air don’t go unnoticed by him. The school is more lively than usual. Jocks… fucking jocks are friendly to Abraxas. And there is hype about a sports match today, and every time Abraxas passes in the halls someone is wishing him good luck.

Abraxas frowns every time he hears them.

He doesn't play any sports.

He doesn't even like running.

So nothing can explain why he is in the locker room with a coach giving everyone a speech on how great of a team they are and how proud he is of them. Nothing makes sense, but Abraxas chalks it all up to a very vivid dream and decides to go along with it.

He will wake up eventually.

Picking up the racket is instinctive, giving it a swing gives him a sense of deja vu. Abraxas looks at one of the guys beside him and clears his throat to get their attention.

“What team are we playing again?” Abraxas asks, wondering why in the heck he is playing lacrosse in this dream. He packs his gear in a bag. From the looks of it, they would have to travel to another school to play.

“We're playing against Millport,” the guy replies.

He gives Abraxas a friendly smile that makes Abraxas more jittery than anything. “Can't believe you forgot again. Don't tell the coach or he will make you run laps.”

Abraxas gives him a rough nod, wondering why the name Millport sounds so similar, but the noise in the locker room distracts him from his thoughts.

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Millport is a small town. The high school Abraxas is playing against doesn’t seem like a good team at all. Abraxas thankfully knows the basic rules of lacrosse but it makes no sense to him why he would be playing it when he has no attachment to the sport. It being in Abraxas's dream makes no sense.

But Abraxas doesn’t realize how wrong he is about which sports he is playing until he sees only six people on the court. Not just that, the court is different too, definitely not the type used for lacrosse. It is… more similar to a sport that doesn’t even exist. At least not in the real world.

Exy.

Exy was a bastard sport, an evolved sort of lacrosse on a soccer-sized court with the violence of ice hockey. It is a line from a book Abraxas read a long time ago. The Foxhole Court.

The book was complicated but good. But out of every sport Abraxas could dream of, it had to be this one? Abraxas doesn't even remember the rules as he takes his place on the court. As Abraxas stands behind his teammate, he holds his racquet upwards. It feels right. Like Abraxas had always been playing.

The bell rings and the rest of the game is a blur. Abraxas ran, and ran for the first time. However his muscles don’t burn, he isn’t even tired. Fuck, he even scores!

Abraxas's team wins against Millport.

Millport, which was a town featured in Foxhole Court. It was the town in which Neil Josten, the protagonist of the book, was hiding. Abraxas pause, frowning.

Does that mean he's there? That he played on that court?

Abraxas swallows, wondering the possibilities as he stares at the backs of the other team. Any of them could be Neil. The boy Abraxas read about. The boy who made Abraxas’ life less miserable just by existing in his mind.

Abraxas walks towards the other team’s side, ignoring his teammates’ calls. The Millport kids look at Abraxas, wondering if he is there to start a fight.

But Abraxas only wants to see the boy who saved him.

“Neil Josten?” Abraxas calls out, hoping that he’s not wrong.

A guy flinches as the name is called.

And Abraxas knows, Abraxas knows he is right.

Neil is in Abraxas's dream. He is here.

A boy with messy black hair and brown eyes looks at Abraxas through the holes of his helmet, his eyebrows raised in a silent question. Abraxas clears his throat, feeling awkward.

A part of him feels embarrassed, not knowing how to react as he sees the boy.

“You played well,” Abraxas lets out. His voice is so high that it sounds forced, despite the fact it is true and Abraxas means every word. Neil gave his everything when he played and it was clear to everyone who watched him play.

“We lost,” he deadpans, and Abraxas feels like he could die happy as he hears his voice. It was everything Abraxas imagined like, and it sends a chill down his spine.

Abraxas reminds himself that he is standing rather awkwardly in silence, not sure of what to reply. So he shrugs. “You are still very good, though,” Abraxas emphasizes.

Neil gives Abraxas a nod instead of a verbal answer. Abraxas doesn’t mind: knowing his character, the fact Neil even said two words to Abraxas meant a lot. He turns to leave, not wanting to embarrass himself any further.

“You…” Neil begins as Abraxas stops going in the other direction. “You played well too.” Abraxas doesn't look back as he continues walking. But the grin on his face is the widest it's ever been. Abraxas knows Neil wouldn't compliment anyone just to be nice, knows he means his words.

Abraxas being actually good at this, means a lot to him.

Abraxas was never ‘good’ at anything before.

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Before it's time to leave, Abraxas’ coach calls him in another room. This dream is going on too long, it's too vivid, but due to the adrenaline of the win it doesn't raise any alarms to him

Abraxas is frozen as he looks at the man beside his coach. After all, the man is no other than Coach Wymack. The man stands tall, a file in his hand as he looks at Abraxas with his brown eyes.

“He wanted to talk to you,” his coach says, “I had sent him your stats the last time we talked about it.”

Since Abraxas knows it is a dream, he has no idea what the coach is talking about. He can’t say anything though, his heart racing as he sees how fast the dream is escalating. He gives the coach a nod and waits for Wymack to make the first move.

“I shouldn't be here right now,” he begins, “but I had problems with my last recruit and your coach said you're interested in our team. We need a sub striker” Again, Abraxas nods in reply, his mind buzzing.

“Then sign the dotted line and you're ours for five years.”

“Uh,” Abraxas begins to ask, “Will you be recruiting any other player except me?”

Coch Wymack looked at him sharply, “Why, yes,” he answers. “After you sign the papers, I'll be meeting a player from your rival team.”

If he isn't wrong, Andrew should be meeting Neil any moment now. More specifically hitting Neil with his racquet and stealing his breath away - for the first time of many to come. He should send Wymack on his way as soon as possible.

Abraxas hums. “How about I sleep on it? I'll let you know the answer soon.” He slings his bag over his shoulder. “Let's go, Coach. I am tired.”

Coach Wymack eyebrows furrow together, “You won't get an opportunity like this, kid” He starts as if trying to think of more words to convince Abraxas to join his broken team of misfits.

Abraxas replies, “I know.”

This is a dream and thus me agreeing doesn't really matter when it's not real in the first place.

Abraxas leaves the two coaches behind.

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When he takes a nap on the bus, he is sure he will wake up to his reality. He does not. He wakes up on his seat, with the noises made by his teammates annoying the shit out of him.

When he reaches his home, and finds his way to heaven - his bed -, he thinks ‘Now I definitely will wake up.’ Abraxas goes to sleep, knowing his weirdly realistic dream is over. He feels a bit sad, because Neil felt so real. And Andrew and Kevin were just a heartbeat away from him as well.

He wants to meet them next time he has a dream like this.

But then he wakes up.

And everything is all the same.

The difference in the air is present. It's different from his reality. The contract is in his duffle bag along with his gear. It shouldn't be possible. He pinches himself and yelps from the pain. He takes a cold shower to shock himself out of it. To go an extra mile, he even eats a chili pepper, hoping that is going to wake him up because this is turning into a nightmare.

Instead now his mouth is hot, panting as he looks at his phone. There are several missed calls. He makes the call on the unknown number.

“Hello” he lets out, shaken to his core.

“Will you be joining?” Wymack's voice is heard.

“I…” Abraxas breathes, “I…” he looks around his empty, bare home. No family. No friends. This part of him was never a dream. His loneliness had always been his reality. But it seems like his reality is changing.

Maybe he has read too many books. But he tried everything to wake up.

And he doesn't want to wake up anymore now.

If there's a chance his reality will change, he's gonna take it.

“I will,” he replies. “Join, I mean. I will be joining the foxes.”

To Abraxas changes weren’t something usual. Heck, nothing in his life for the past four years had ever changed.

He never thought a change would be so scary.

He never thought he would be so afraid.

He could only hope never to wake up again.

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oh-no-another-idea · 1 month

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15 question OC interview [Fynn edition] 🕑

Tagged by all the lovelies @ghost-town-story @fanged-solace and @willtheweaver -- thanks, guys! I love writing these they're so fun :) Today we're going to interview Fynn!! I'm very excited for this as his character recently got a bit of a behind-the-scenes makeover and has some new backstory. :)

Previously on, in case anyone wants to view, are Antonio's interview, and Paris's.

"We gather here today..." Antonio intones, holding his notepad and lantern as though he is the sole survivor of a doomed expedition in the jungle. "For a bold and momentous occasion."

"Speak for yourself," Paris says, leaning against the wall behind him. "Some of us gather for the entertainment." "Being me," Fynn says dolefully, trying not the clutch the armrests of his chair so tight that he ruins the fabric.

Are you named after anyone?

Not a terrible question to start off with, all things considered. "Yes," Fynn says. "My grandfather. He died when I was only a few years old."

When was the last time you cried? And a terrible second question. Fynn eyeballs Antonio, but he just looks normal. Which is to say, like an utter loon. Behind him, Paris and Velia knock their shoulders together. Only Lewis has some measure of sympathy on his face. Probably because he knows he'll be next before too long. "I don't remember," Fynn lies. He did remember. It had been the night before he'd decided to leave the city. Antonio raises an eyebrow but scribbles the answer down.

Do you have kids? "Booo," Velia says loudly. Antonio twists around in his seat to glare at her. "My older sister has children," Fynn says before either of them can start a fight. "I've only met the oldest two. They are some of my favorite people in the world."

Do you use sarcasm?

Fynn sighs. "Alas yes."

What's the first thing you notice about people? "I don't really," Fynn apologies. He tries not to wilt under the four confused gazes suddenly latched on him. "I'd make a terrible detective." "Not at all?" "Leave him alone, Antonio," Lewis says, and what do you know, Antonio moves on.

What's your eye color? "--I don't know," Fynn says, thrown. When has he ever noticed, or cared? Lewis scurries over and kneels before him. "Gray," he says. "Like steel beams. Or coal smoke." Fynn smiles down at him. Lewis winks.

Scary or happy endings? "I don't like endings," Fynn says honestly.

Any special talents? "No," Fynn says, frowning. "But I've skills. I'm a mechanic by trade, I know my way around an engine and the tools needed to maintain her, and a fair bit of carpentry as well." "And you're good with kids," Velia adds. "That's a skill alright."

Where were you born?

Fynn can't help but grin, thinking of home. "Norway."

What are your hobbies? Fynn frowns. "I'm a working man--" "Oh shut up," Antonio whines. "Live a little, Fynn. You're here with us, aren't you?" "Then you're my hobbies," Fynn says, just to see their faces. They don't disappoint.

Have you any pets? "I can hardly feed myself on a good day," Fynn says, realizing he's calmer now than he expected to be. "Can you imagine a dog trailing after me?" "How about a rat?" Paris suggests unhelpfully. "Since they're already your roommates?" "Or a pigeon?" Velia adds. Fynn rolls his eyes. The two of them, honestly.

What sports do you play/have played? "This is ridiculous," Fynn mutters. "Yes, ridiculous," Paris says, almost like he's been waiting for it. "Quite right, Fynn." Antonio shoots him a look. "I didn't invite you, you insisted on accompanying us. At least get out and leave us be." Paris leans down, grabs the notebook and reads off the next question.

How tall are you? "Fynn," Paris finishes, laughing a little. "Have you a measuring tape in your pocket?" "Yes, actually," Fynn says sheepishly pulling it out. He hands it to Antonio when he sees how large his grin is. Paris throws his hands up. "Might as well actually measure then." "Six foot one inch!" Antonio says triumphantly. "Good lord you're tall."

Favorite subject in school? "I stopped going to school when I came to America to work," Fynn tells them. "I can't say I miss it."

Dream job? "My job now," Fynn says. "With my family nearby and well and a steady paycheck." "And a flamingo," Antonio says promptly. Fynn stares. "Just to spice your plans up a little," Antonio elaborates. "Worry not, I will supply it." "You're going to make me steal from a zoo, aren't you," Velia says grimly. Antonio smiles.

Gentle tags for anyone who made it all the way through that, and also @zmwrites @revenantlore @reneesbooks @saltysupercomputer

@pertinax--loculos @sparrow-orion-writes and @penspiration-writing <3

#tag games #15 questions tag #fynn aaronson #wip: invisible girl

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Chasing you Chapter 1 {Complete}

Summary: Jake retires from the military honorably. He steps into a new roll, ready to settle down in his hometown of Texas. He is placed on your shift. Your current relationship is stable until the dust settles, revealing cracks in the foundation.

Warnings: Cursing, violence, police experiences based on truth, accurate on most accounts of law enforcement, it might get gory at times. Be aware of blood, drugs, and all things law enforcement. Smut eventually. A/N may have my true experience attached if you're interested. All real names redacted. Y/n used once.

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Whispers went around the department. There was a new guy starting today. The women in the office were saying he was fine as hell, and the men were saying he was just a pretty boy who thought he could handle this.

You sat back in your seat. You texted James, your boyfriend. 'Can you get milk and eggs on your way home? We're out.' James agreed with a thumbs up emoji.

You had just started your shift. It was opposite to your boyfriends now. You were on the night shift, twelve hours of complete bullshit. The dark night hid some of the worst people. The FNG, fucking new guy, didn't know what he was getting himself into.

On queue, the FNG walked into the squad room. He sat in the squad room next to Grant, the corporal that had been there for a while now. Everyone quieted down, looking at the new guy. "What's up, man? How'd you like that OC spray?" Grant had been the first to speak up. He volunteered some at the law enforcement academy, and he was supervising the pepper spray training to make sure no one got injured. You swore up and down, and the man just enjoyed them withering in pain.

"Man, fuck that shit. I took a shower that night, and it started back up." The gorgeous man chuckled. Clapping his hand to grants in a shake. He leaned back in his seat.

You remember the OC spray. You've used it a small handful of times. You opted for the taser more often. Electric currents were much less likely to blow back onto you. The spray had thirty seconds of calm, then the fire would set in burning your eyes, nose, mouth, throat, neck, anything it came in contact with would be in a constant state of hell burning through your soul. Water tended to reactivate it after it wore off. There was a twenty-four period of chance it would reactivate, dragging you through hell all over again. You'd rather have your toenails ripped off than ever go through that again.

All the men in the room laughed at the man's misfortune. "Yeah the sadistic fucks don't warn you about the water..." Rastley, a fellow officer, chimed in.

Everyone settled into their seats as the sergeant walked in. "Im sure everyone has noticed the new officer on duty." He paused, pulling out papers that were for the new payroll. He passed them around the room for everyone to fill out. "This is Seresin. Jacob is your first name, right, and your badge number?" Sergeant Valley looked up at Seresin. "Just Jake, sir. Number 267"

Sgt. Valley nodded and looked back around the room. "Jake Seresin 267." He wrote down the new information on a notebook page with his shifts names and numbers. "Everyone go around the room and introduced yourself"

"Norman Grant 298, I'm your corporal." Grant was an older man with dark chocolate skin. His hair had been shaved completely bald. He was in the army before settling back a few towns over from his hometown. His body was still in great shape for his age.

"Walt Rastley 245" He was a younger man. He was in his mid twenties. His hair was a bright blonde in a neat gel combed style. His body was in top physical performance.

You sat up slightly as the attention turned to you. "Y/F/N Monroe 251" You nodded at Seresin. His eyes met yours with a nod and a smile in your direction. His eyes were a gorgeous shade of green. They looked familiar. You were in a relationship, but that didn't mean you couldn't appreciate a nice-looking man for what he was, and he was definitely something worth looking at.

His attention turned to the next man to speak. "She's my 'Marilyn'." You rolled your eyes playfully at the next officers comment. Everyone chuckled at the statement.

"He tries to make everyone believe he's my Kennedy. Right, Mr. President?" You added jokingly, pressing your lips together in a mocking smile.

"Hey, a man can dream." He puts his hands up in defense, then relaxes back in his seat. "Liam Kennedy 232" Liam was a Kennedy looking man. His hair was also perfectly gelled but had a chocolate brown color. Your relationship was platonic and playful, and you would call him one of your best friends on the shift. He turned his face back to you and wiggled his brows playfully at you.

The other officers on shift introduced themselves. Twelve officers in total were on the shift, including you. You were the only female on shift. That was normal. Every shift had one female, and because of short staffing, most couldn't afford to have more than that.

"Seresin, you will be riding with Mr. President Kennedy here." Sgt rolled out a big barrel laugh.

"That name doesn't sound as sweet coming off your lips, sarge." Kennedy matched the laugh. Leaning into the side of his chair.

"You will be riding with him for the next couple shifts. He will be your FTO for now. I will let you know when that changes. Everyone else, same positions as yesterday." Sgt valley walked around and placed his on Kennedy's shoulder, squeezing. This wasn't the military. Law enforcement was much more smooth and less formal. There was more under the wire talking. Kennedy knew what Sgt was telling him. He was saying without words. 'Give the new guy a warm welcome to hell'

"Yes, sir" Seresin nodded and grabbed his bag. Everyone else watched the clock tick.

"Eh, if we release early, then maybe they will pay it back, and we can get an early breakfast. Dismissed." The officers walked out to their cars five minutes earlier than normal. Settling in the seats of the patrol cas, starting up and testing the sirens, lights, and all the bells and whistles.

You sat down in your seat. You were parked next to Kennedy. Once you both finished testing, you looked over at Kennedy. "I'm going past Churchill Road." You were in the same zone as Kennedy.

You backed up and started driving to your post. Once you made it, you drove around the area. "251 to dispatch I'm 10-8." You heard chatters confirming and marking you as in service from dispatch, then the officer you took over from called back he was 10-7. Leaving his location and out of service in the area.

You drove around watching cars slow down when they saw you. It was funny to watch people get flustered without even seeing their body movements.

Your tag reader started signaling you to a car. You shifted behind the car and turned on your siren and lights. The car started speeding up. You groaned. "So it's gonna be that kind of night." You clicked your radio. "251 to all units. I'm 10-80 with a white accord. Be advised that he is heading east bound on Oak Thorn towards you 232. Dispatch can you run the plate number Charlie, Romeo, India, Victor, 347" You were currently chasing the accord as it sped through the highway.

Dispatch ran the plate through the system and found a frequent flyers name. "Dispatch to 251. It's under Jordan Barn." You groaned even louder. This isn't his first time by any means, and he tended to get aggressive. "232 can you 25. Requesting back up east bound of Oak Thorn." You called for assistance through the radio.

Kennedy watched your location and turned in your direction, hitting his radio. "Im en route to you, eta four minutes." Kennedy turned on his lights and rushed to your side of the zone. "Did you catch all that?" He asked his rookie passenger.

Seresin nodded. His heart started to pump a burst of adrenaline through his limbs. "Your Marilyn found trouble..." He started. Kennedy chuckled swiftly making turns and weaving through traffic. Seresin continues, "She's chasing a white accord east bound on Oak Thorn. The tag is registered to a Jordan Barn."

Kennedy was about a minute out from the chase. "You're gonna catch on quick. Watch out for Barn, he is a firecracker. Man's a drug dealer with an attitude problem."

"Noted." Seresin watched ahead seeing lights in the distance.

"I'm behind you 251." Kennedy called out over the radio to you.

You had been devising a plan while he took his four minutes to get to you. "251 to 298." You paused, waiting for Cpl Grant's go-ahead to be called over the radio. You then continued. "The accord isn't going to stop. It doesn't look like anyone else is in the vehicle. Requesting to do a pit maneuver."

Grant was on the other side of town pulling over a mini van that had a taillight out. He waited before exiting his vehicle, calling back over the radio. "If you have back up, then go ahead and run it. 245, go ahead and head over that way if you're not 10-6. They may need the backup." Grant exited his vehicle and walked to the window. "Did you know your light is out in the back, ma'am?"

Rastley called over the radio. "10-4 I'm en route 251. Eta eight minutes."

You started back your radio traffic. "10-4 298" you paused briefly, acknowledging Rastley. "232, you ready."

Kennedy confirmed over the radio. "10-4" Kennedy looked over to Seresin. "When we get out, you make sure you have your gun ready. If it's Jordan, he is normally armed he hasnt fired yet, but if he sees an opportunity, he's going to take it."

You grabbed the wheel of your car and accelerated pushing just past his back bumper. You nipped at it. His car spun around to a stop. You ripped your car around, pushing into the back tailgate, blocking his exit. Kennedy pulled into the front. Blocking his exit the other way. All three officers exited the patrol cars. "Get on the ground! Get on the ground!" Kennedy yelled out to the suspect. His gun was drawn.

Jordan Barn pulled his gun out and waved it around at the officers. "I ain't going back. You ain't taking me no damn where."

You held your ground with your gun drawn, not pulling any closer to him. "Jordan put the gun down."

Jordan spun his eyes around. "You ain't going to take me you stupid bitch." Jordan had his weapon pointed towards you but then dropped it by his side still holding it. He couldn't admit defeat but knew he was cornered.

That's it. Keep talking. Your mind racing with the adrenaline. Jordan had his back to Seresin and Kennedy. You kept your eyes on Jordan but could see them move in to disarm him. You had to keep his attention on you. "Jordan, I'm hurt by that. I thought you got clean." Kennedy glanced into the truck not seeing anyone else in the car hiding.

Before Jordan could respond, he was disarmed and tackled by Seresin. Kennedy pulled out his cuffs, pinning them tightly behind his back. Kennedy started patting him down, checking for more weapons, but being careful of needles. The instant the gun was thrown from his hand, you ran to the tossed weapon and secured it.

"I got it." You placed the weapon on the hood of Kennedy's car. Seresin and Kennedy picked up the man and pushed him in the back of their car when they knew he was clear.

"We're going to take him to the jail, gotta show the rookie. First, you owe me one. Second, search the car, and if you find anything, call me. I'll add it to the charges." Kennedy walked to the driver's side door and got in. Seresin got in his side, and they took off after you picked the gun back up.

Rastley pulled up right as the pair took off. He stepped out if the vehicle. "Shows over?"

You nodded. "He had a gun. It's Jordan so you know somethings in here. You can help me search if you want."

Rastley nodded. "You know I love a search." You both opened the doors a stench filled your nose. "Damn something died in here." His nose scrunched up.

You sifted through the items both of you were careful about needles. "I got about ten needles over here. Nothings in them" You collected them in an evidence bag knowing there was remainders still in the bottom.

"Nothing over here." You pulled back the carpet and found a box. "I think I got it." You opened the box to find heroin. "Yup I got it. That's a trafficking charge. Jesus, go grab your scale."

A/N: Some radio traffic may not be 100 percent accurate. I worked in the jail, so we didn't use ETA(estimated time of arrival) or a lot of the 10 codes.

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Yeah, we're never recovering from the "easy, breezy, beautiful boy about town" thing, ever

Especially considering he talked normally about all the other Eternals! Like, you could've just mentioned that you're the CA master and everyone would've gotten it, why are you like this -

And aah, I see. Yeah, that's. That scene was very. I definitely feel you there. It definitely had me believing that those two used to hook up on the side or something, so she took his betrayal extra personally, but that's my own headcanon

Hosoyan and Suwabe can both be so dangerous if they want to, it's honestly unfair

Do you have any favorite lines from Versus? Belial is so beautifully unhinged in that game too

Seofon really went "I need to show everyone's good side!" and then followed that up with "Me, though? An ~*~alluring proposal~*~". (And then it totally worked, confound this man! XD)

Right? And I mean. I'm tempted to call it a headcanon too, but it was so Michael specific and he did it in the prologue as well. The only catch is that he's used that voice with other characters too (mostly women). It worked so effectively I went into "Oh I only like him with Djeeta, not me/an OC" mode for years because I couldn't admit it. ANYWAY. XD;

Oh yes, I have so many favorites!! Off the top of my head:

"What do we call this beast who bears my devilish good looks? A dead ringer." (This one is more for the pun)

"As much as I'd love to welcome an ingenue into the world of sensual delight... you'll have to wait your turn. A lot of people have come calling today." (Self-explanatory ///;)

"Uh-unh-uh. You'll never find me. No matter how many worlds you collapse." (Got a whole AU series out of this one)

"Oh, Bubs. All these dark plans, I can only handle so much." (Somehow when he's pulling Bubs' chain it's instant comedy gold)

"C'mon, show me a smile." (*Instinctively hides face while giggling*)

Oh!! I had to hunt down and transcribe this one, since it's not on the wiki yet: "It's been awhile, so let's talk before getting hot and heavy. Watch the stars, be kissed by the breeze... Make this time special. We used to be so rough. Impatient. But if we knew one another better, we might engender...tenderness." (*garbled infatuated noises*)

These + the partner lines are one of the many reasons I had to make an OC! Rightfully, none of the cast believes him when he says these things, but someone should...

#asks #seofon gbf #belial gbf #anon asks #Also the whole scene with Seofon and Are interrogating Belial in the rain is a DELIGHT but it's very long ;;#99% sure they were annoying him on purpose too :3

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We start the story with a book on a table. It has a star on it.

"Ahem. Today. I'm going to tell you the story of The Thousand-Year Door... again. Only this time, we're adding OCs and Metro City characters. An awfully long time ago... In a strange and far-off land, a big, bustling town thrived."

The book opens to a picture of an enchanted castle.

"It was a town where all people lived very happy lives. And it was said that the town was very prosperous. But one day... tragedy befell this blessed place. A great cataclysm struck the town and its people."

The page shows thunderbolts and waves destroying the town.

"Darkness filled the skies, and the earth roared and shook. It was as if the very world had come to a violent end. And in but a single night...

The town sank into the depths of the earth..."

The next page shows us a new town being built.

"Many moons rose and set... Stories of the town passed into the pages of fairy tales... And when the town's site no longer held relics of its past... People gathered at that spot and built a new town."

The next page was a picture of a treasure chest in front of an ancient door.

"But word soon spread among the people who moved in... That an ancient city lay deep underground... And that a magnificent treasure rested there. ...Indeed... This is the tale of the fabled treasure of Rogueport."

The final page shows a picture of town square of Rougeport and a familiar mayor and fearless reporter was down there.

"Yes, this is where it begins, in the sea town of Rogueport. The tale of the quest for the legendary treasure... And the Thousand-Year Door...

starts here."

The screen zooms in to a picture and added colour into it.

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The Metro City mayor : Roxanne Ritchie (or Roxanne for short) has just entered the town square.

Roxanne: Finally! I have a minute without William watching over me! He's so paranoid! I come all the way here on holiday... only to be stuck with William! It's so stifling! Once in a while l'd like the chance to look around on my own and see what I want.

And as I wanted Megamind, Minion and Keiko to be here, Megamind would do something stupid that would definitely make everything even more interesting!!!

Roxanne blushed at that last comment.

Roxanne then frowns and looks around the place.

Roxanne: But.. now that I'm doing it, all I see is that this town has a very... umm.... distinct flavour...

???: 0h, Missy... Missy...

Roxanne gasped in shock and looked to her left.

Roxanne: Do you mean... me?!?

It was a old lady with a hood covering her head.

Hooded Woman: Yes, you, Missy! Won't you buy something? I have a wide assortment of knickknacks and doodads!

Roxanne: Oh! Well.... Umm...

Roxanne didn't know what to buy, until she found a small chest.

Roxanne: Well, that's a pretty box! What's inside it?

The hooded woman picked up the chest.

Hooded Woman: It is said that this box holds a map that shows where a legendary treasure sleeps... But the box has a magic lock on it that will only open for a pure and noble heart. As you can see... It won't so much as budge if one such as myself touches it...

She tried to open the lid, but made little effort.

Roxanne: Ooooh...

Hooded Woman: I know. If the box will open for you, Missy, then you may have whatever is inside. I am sure that whatever is in there would be of no use to someone like me. So, Missy... Take this box in your hands and see what happens...

Roxanne: Um... All right... What's the harm?

The hooded woman gave her the chest.

Roxanne: I'll try to open it.

She opens the chest and a bright light shines the entire screen.

What is this treasure map that Roxanne found? find out in the next chapter!!! ——————————————————————————————————Intro - Next chapter - Prologue: A Rogue's Welcome

#megamind rules #megamind #megamind au #megamind fanfiction #megamind 2010 #megamind vs the doom syndicate #roxanne ritchi #minion #keiko morita #paper mario the thousand year door #paper mario ttyd #paper mario #crossover

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kaylinlmao · 1 year

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Hey can you write a story about the Yandere tbp boys bumping into your parents and telling them there The readers Boyfriends? (Fem! reader please!)

You don’t have to write if you don’t want to!

Sure. I decided instead of Y/N, from now on I'll use Aria Jaxson as the OC name. I like that name better. It means air. Like, pretty!

Aria's POV

"Can we meet your parents?" I heard that question and tensed up. "Why?" I asked. "Well, we've been dating for a year now and we haven't met them yet darling." Bruce said. "I mean, they aren't really..." I trailed off. "Aren't really what, princesa?" "Parent material" "What do you mean?" Vance asked. "They aren't really good parents. They're homophobic to start." "And?" "They wouldn't support our relationship." "Maybe next time then, pretty girl."

Everytime the question of "when can we meet your parents?" came up, you somehow managed to avoid it. But you knew that Denver was a really small town. They would run into your parents eventually. It was only an amount of time. And one day, it happened.

Finney's POV

Robin, Billy, Bruce, Vance, and I were going to the Grab N Go and the pizza place for movie night. We were gonna go to the drive in but they weren't showing anything good so we decided to watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre at home. We decided as in Robin decided but he was so into it, none of us had the heart to say no. Not even Aria. I mean, Vance did but whatever. We were walking down the street when we bumped into Aria's parents. None of the others knew that they were her parents other then me and Robin.

"Oh, hi Mrs. Jaxson!" I said, smiling fakely. I knew the way they treated Aria. Like the scum of the earth. When in reality, that's what they are. Just like my dad. "Oh hello Finney, Robin. Who are these boys?" "Vance" "Billy" "Bruce" "This is Aria's mom and dad." I said. "Nice to meet you. Are they your friends?" Mr. Jaxson said. "Oh no sir. We're Aria's boyfriends." Billy said. "What? I thought she was only dating Finney? All of you? And her? Are in a relationship? Are you all gay? Is she gay?"

"Um. No, Mrs. Jaxson. We are not all gay. We're bisexual. And so is Ari. Sorry for the misunderstanding." Billy said, trying to reason with her. He's the best with adults. Mr. Jaxson nodded as he hooked Mrs. Jaxson's arm and as they walked off, I heard him say. "Our daughter is a slut, Emma. What do we do?" I could see the others heard him from the way their faces turned red. Robin was clenching and unclenching his fist, Billy was gripping the backpack, Bruce was just staring ahead, and Vance was getting ready to fight Mr. Jaxson.

"Vance don't." "Why not Finn? Didn't you hear them?" "Yeah I did. We all did. But that doesn't mean that you get to just fight them." Bruce grabbed his arm and we went behind the Grab N Go. "We'll deal with them later, V." Bruce said. Vance nodded and we went back to getting our things.

Aria's POV

"So." I heard Finn say before we started the movie. I had noticed that they'd all been acting really weird. Sharing glances and stuff. "So what?" I asked. "We met your parents today, doll." Bruce said. "Shit."

Hope you enjoyed it! I've noticed that the TBP fandom is dying down and it isn't as popular. So, feel free to make requests for other fandom's, like IT 2017 or Stranger Things. I will still continue to write TBP a lot but I want to try some other fandoms too. To specify, I AM NOT GOING TO STOP WRITING ABOUT THE BLACK PHONE. I just want to try some other fandom's. (IT 2017 and Stranger Things are my preferred.)

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Renegade: part 1

Roman reigns x OC scarlet

Gif credit: @romanreigns

This is my story from Wattpad that I'm quite proud of. I'm 14 chapters in so far. It has a lot of twists and turns and I use their real names in this. It just fit with the story better

Warnings: flirting! Mentions of alcohol!

Tag list: @angelreigns444 @acknowledge-reigns

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I work at a small no name restraunt in the middle of Wyoming. How this place is always so busy I have no idea. Good must've been good cause we were standing room only today! There was the occasional rowdy bunch who came in but usually telling them to wind down a little did the trink. As I dried the dishes I looked up and saw a handsome stranger in the corner and smiled at him. He smiled back And i went back to what I was doing.

I suddenly heard what sounded like an already very drunk man sit down and start demanding service. Drunks we usually pay no mind. They flirt, we push them off, they get the hint and come back the next day once they've sobered up and apologize. This guy though wasn't getting it. He was grabbing at Jess's apron trying to pull it off and she slapped him... hard!! He seemed to get the hint and settled down until I walked by him. He grabbed my arm tightly "hey baby you look lonely" he slurred "no thanks" I said and managed to pull my arm.free from him and went back to my job. Eventually the crowd cleared and it was just the town drunk and a Few others still in the store.

Mopping the floor I saw the handsome stranger was still there and I smiled at him again. "Oh you smile at him but not me?" I heard that slur again and "I was just being polite" I politely said to the drunk. "Be polite to this bitch" he said raising his hand to back hand me.

Before he could strike me a strong arm grabbed his "I think it's time you go!" The stranger said lifting the drunk man by his collar and throwing him out the door. "You'll regret this!" The drunk man yelled as he scurried off.

"thank you" I smiled.

"it's no problem. I've sat here and watched him most of the day and you ladies dealt with him quite well but hitting a woman is where I step in! He had no right to even think of laying his hands on you" he smiled flashing those pearly whites at me

Damn get a grip Scarlet! A man nearly assaulted you and here you are flirting with another one.

"that's very sweet of you! I have to get back to work now" I smiled "but if you'd like something it's on the house after what you did"

"maybe later" he smiled "Im just gonna make sure that bozo isnt hanging around here" he said walking to the door.

I watched him walk and hadn't been laying attention to the fact that he had turned back around. "Like what you see?" He laughed

I felt my face get bright red "I'm so sorry!"

He chuckled 'its no big deal. Happens a lot more then you think"

"I mean you are very handsome so-" I covered my mouth when I realized what I said. "I'm not usually that forward!" I blushed again

"And you're very beautiful" he winked

I smiled "I know you from somewhere but I don't know where"

"I must have one of those faces causing Just a local. I'm up here every day. I haven't seen you here before though" he smiled

"oh I've only been here a few days. I mostly work in the back but they decided I could come out and play today" I laughed

"Release the chain did they?" He chuckled

"would it be to forward of me to ask what time you get off tonight?" He asked

Without even thinking I blurted out "about 30 min" Scarlet you idiot!! A good looking man doesn't mean you just lose your sense of self preservation!!

"well we're already here so how about in 30 min I buy you some coffee?" He smiled

"that would be nice!" I smiled back "I gotta get this last little bit done before my boss kills me"

"go on then. I'll be here" he winked.

I smiled trying to hide the flirtation behind it. I'm not usually a very flirtatious person but something about this man Drew me in.

I finished cleaning and putting dishes away. Finally 8pm came around. My feet and my back hurt so damn bad from all of the crap today! I took my apron off and hung it up went to the front and turned on the coffee machine.

"hey" I heard a deep voice say behind me

"hey I'm just starting up the coffee machine. It won't be long"

"come sit I know you must be tired" he smiled.

"Why are you in the corner? I feel like im a little kid being punished and I didn't even do Anything" I giggled.

"I like corner seats. I can see everything that goes on"

"I really do appreciate what you did today" i smiled. "A lot of men would just walk away and let that guy be an asshole"

"I couldn't let that guy just smack you! I watched while he harassed you ladies because you had it under control and there was also a lot of people and I didn't wanna make a scene until he raised his hand to you"

"Thank you" I smiled.

Suddenly I yawned "oh I'm sorry" I covered my mouth.

"hey it's no problem you've been on your feet all day. Coffee can wait. Do you have a way home?" He asked

"I walked here. My house isn't far!" I said

"with that creep being around I would feel better if I took you home" he smiled.

I smiled back "thank you"

"my cars out front" he said pulling his keys out. I locked the restaurant door as we walked out and he pushed the key fob for his car. We walked over to it and I opened the door and got in.

"so where are we going?" He asked

"oh just 2 or 3 blocks away" i said putting my address in his GPS. Great Scarlet now hes gonna know where you live!

A few turns later and he pulled up to my front door.

"mind if I walk to up there?" He asked

Chivalry isn't dead

"Sure" I smiled

"btw I don't remember your name" he smiled.

"Scarlet" I said

"That's not a name you hear very often anymore" he smiled

"My mom loved gone with the wind" I smiled.

"It's beautiful just like you" he smiled

The flirting! Straight for the jugular this man!

"thank you" I said "do you wanna come in? Get a drink or anything?"

"I have to be up early in the morning. I travel for work but I would like your number if that's ok" he smiled.

"hand me your phone" I said

I typed it in and handed it back to him "there you go"

He stepped up to hold my front door open for me "before you go there's one more thing" he said leaning in and closing the gap between us. his lips hit mine and I immediately felt how soft they were. My heart skipped a beat as he pulled away. My eyes fluttering open as he smiled.

"You never told me your name either" I said still in a daze

"Joe. My name is Joe" he smiled

"Goodnight Joe" I smiled

"Goodnight Scarlet" he said grabbing my hand and kissing it. "I'll see you soon"

#roman reigns #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns x oc #wwe x OC #wwe #Spotify

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Please remember you love me -Danny Words: 2,282 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'As It Was' -by Harry Styles

XXI: Don't Forget to Hold Your Grudges, Ladies!

Arachne's portraying me in the middle of a fight. In the tapestry, I look taller and older, I've got a fierce gaze as I lift my sword to kill a monster, and lightning strikes behind me just the right way to make me look menacing.

"Now, that's the daughter of Olympus," I think appreciatively.

Arachne turns in my direction. I yelp at the horrible sight, and the creature hisses. "LEAVE!"

The ground crumbles under me, and I smell a sulfuric scent that suffocates me.

Ara sits up gasping for clean air, feeling the emptiness in her gut as if she were still falling. It takes her a moment to gather her thoughts, but she's almost certain that in her dream, she was falling straight to Tartarus.

Someone knocks on her door and Hedge walks in without waiting for a reply. "Rise and shine, Strategus! Valdez says the ship's about to land."

"I've studied maps of Rome before. I've always wanted to come here, but..." Jason doesn't finish his sentence, too amazed to think.

Ara, however, isn't eager. The dream she just had told her what she needed to know, and she doesn't want to leave the ship.

"Plans?" Hazel inquires. "Nico has until sunset—at best. And this entire city is supposedly getting destroyed today."

Ara takes a moment to hype herself up before she speaks. "I'm going with Annabeth and Percy."

Annabeth scowls. "No! This is my mission—"

"Percy can't walk around Rome alone, I'll be keeping the numbers even," she replies, eyes fixed on the town ahead so they can't see the fear in her eyes. "We won't follow you when it's time to part ways, you have my word."

"Fine," Annabeth grumbles, having no option but to give in. "Hazel, now that we're in Rome, do you think you can pinpoint Nico's location?"

"Um... hopefully, if I get close enough. I'll have to walk around the city. Frank, would you come with me?"

"Absolutely."

"And, uh... Leo," Hazel adds awkwardly. "It might be a good idea if you came along too. The fish-centaurs said we'd need your help with something mechanical."

"Yeah, no problem."

Piper draws out her dagger and Ara steps back looking at it with contempt, but no one seems to notice. "Jason and I can watch the ship for now. I'll see what Katoptris can show me. But, Hazel, if you guys get a fix on Nico's location, don't go in there by yourselves. Come back and get us. It'll take all of us to fight the giants."

"Good idea," Percy continues. "How about we plan to meet back here at... what?"

"Three this afternoon?" Jason offers. "That's probably the latest we could rendezvous and still hope to fight the giants and save Nico. If something happens to change the plan, try to send an Iris-message."

"That'll give me time to eat the coconuts—I mean dig the coconuts out of our hull," Hedge mutters. "Percy, Annabeth... Just remember: behave. If I hear about any funny business, I will ground you until the Styx freezes over."

Ara makes a face. "Man, I'm going with them, don't get your knickers in a bunch."

"We'll be back soon," Percy gives Ara a fleeting look before walking away. "Good luck, everyone."

Ara walks forward, her gut twisting in knots but deciding that once she leaves the ship she'll be leaving her fear too. Before she departs, though, Leo seizes her wrist.

"Look after yourself," He tells her.

Ara kisses his cheek and mumbles. "I'll see you soon."

Percy and Annabeth end up super glad that Ara joined them, she's the only one who can kind of speak Italian.

They decide to get food so they go to a restaurant near the river. Ara spaces out for a while, brooding on her dream and her prophecy, giving Percy and Annabeth a moment to be as cheesy as they please.

"So," Percy bites on his thin pizza. "Did you know Ara had a crush on Mike?"

She snaps out of her thoughts. "Are you serious?"

"You had a crush on Mike?" Annabeth raises a brow. "I thought you liked Nico!"

"Right?" Percy continues.

Annabeth's eyes turn sadder. "He was a brother to Lily. I can see the appeal, er... for you, I mean. He was always on your side, looking after you. Kind of like Leo, if Leo knew how to fix people instead of machines."

Percy swallows his food, looking slightly guilty. "I've always had this feeling Lily never forgave me for what happened..."

"I think she blames me more," Ara admits quietly. "Maybe she has the right to be angry... about everything," the girl stabs several pieces of lettuce with her fork, but she doesn't eat them. "I come here to try and show her that he didn't die in vain, and now..."

Now I'm dying, and she won't even know that I'm sorry.

"You know, this feels like the old days," Annabeth tries to lift their spirits. "When it was just us."

"We're missing Grover, nervously chewing trash," Ara retorts.

"This is exactly like the old days," Percy responds, having none of it. "You two hiding things from me, and I have no option but to follow blindly. Did you know she decided to become a daughter of Olympus a year before the war?"

He stares at Annabeth pointedly, and the girl heaves a sigh. "No, but it makes sense." She looks at Ara. "Your mother talked you into it, didn't she?"

Ara shifts in her seat awkwardly. "Not like you think. She was trying to make me feel proud of who I was when I didn't have much to hold onto. I made the choice."

"I think you refuse to see it how it is," Annabeth's gaze isn't as resentful as Percy's, but there is some kind of concern there. "Maybe it's better like this if you want a somewhat nice, sane life. My mom isn't my best ally nowadays..."

Percy eyes both girls, worried at how defeated they sound. "Annabeth, you don't have to do this."

"You'll have to trust me," she says firmly. "You've got to believe I'll come back."

"I believe in you. That's not the problem. But come back from where?"

"Now, that..." Ara lifts her fork and stares at the lettuce, "is the question..."

The roar of an engine cuts through their conversation: a couple of vintage-looking adults are approaching, and Ara knows right away these people are 1. Not mortal, and 2. Looking for them.

"Why, hello," the guy slips off his bike.

"We've had the most lovely morning," the woman tells them as if they're all old friends.

"Oh, gods," Annabeth stammers. "How—how... ?"

Ara kicks her brother's foot. "You know them?"

"No. But you guys do look familiar," he hums. "Are you that guy on Mad Men?"

"Percy!" Annabeth gasps.

"What? I don't watch a lot of TV."

"That's Gregory Peck!" Annabeth exclaims like that would mean anything to Ara and Percy. "And... oh gods! Audrey Hepburn! I know this movie. Roman Holiday. But that was from the 1950s. How—?"

"Oh, my dear! I'm afraid you've mistaken me for someone else! My name is Rhea Silvia. I was the mother to Romulus and Remus, thousands of years ago. But you're so kind to think I look as young as the 1950s. And this is my husband..."

"Tiberinus. God of the River Tiber," he shakes Percy's hand and winks at Ara.

"Yeah, I see the Aubrey Hepburn," Ara observes the couple with interest. "I'm Ara, this is my brother Percy, and this is Annabeth."

"Uh, hi. Do you two always look like American movie stars?" Percy asks.

"Do we? I'm not sure, actually. The migration of Western civilization goes both ways, you know. Rome affected the world, but the world also affects Rome. There does seem to be a lot of American influence lately. I've rather lost track over the centuries."

"Okay," Percy glances at the girls. "But... you're here to help?"

"My naiads told me you were here." The guy turns to Annabeth. "You have the map, my dear? And your letter of introduction?"

"Uh..." Annabeth hands him the disk and the letter. Ara can't help but notice she's glowing scarlet. "S-so... you've helped other children of Athena with this quest?"

"Oh, my dear! Tiberinus is ever so helpful. He saved my children Romulus and Remus, you know, and brought them to the wolf goddess Lupa. Later, when that old king Numen tried to kill me, Tiberinus took pity on me and made me his wife. I've been ruling the river kingdom at his side ever since. He's just dreamy!"

"Thank you, my dear. And, yes, Annabeth Chase, I've helped many of your siblings... to at least begin their journey safely. A shame all of them died painfully later on. Well, your documents seem in order. We should get going. The Mark of Athena awaits!"

Percy's hand moves across the table and grasps Annabeth's before she can get up. "Tiberinus, let me go with her. Just a little farther."

"But you can't, silly boy!" The lady laughs. "You must return to your ship and gather your other friends. Confront the giants! The way will appear in your friend Piper's knife. Annabeth has a different path. She must walk alone."

"Indeed," The god nods. "Annabeth must face the guardian of the shrine by herself. It is the only way. And Jacksons, you have less time than you realized to rescue your friend in the jar. You must hurry."

"But—"

"It's all right, guys," Annabeth eases them. "I need to do this."

A split second goes by in which Percy realizes he can't work his way around this. "You're right," he struggles to speak. "Be safe."

"Safe? Not at all! But necessary," the goddess beams. "Come, Annabeth, my dear. We will show you where your path starts. After that, you're on your own."

Annabeth kisses Percy and then hugs Ara. The girl squeezes her tightly.

"If you get yourself killed," Ara whispers. "I'm forcing Hades to spit you out. Don't make me break the rules, please."

Her friend chuckles. "Noted."

Percy and Ara watch Annabeth climb onto the Vespa and leave with the gods.

"There she goes," Ara says plainly. "Let's go."

The boy glares at her. "How can you watch your oldest friendship go on a life-threatening quest like it's nothing?"

Ara sighs without looking at him. "If I had a crisis every time someone I love goes on a quest, I'd have to be institutionalized."

Percy sounds even more frustrated. "You weren't like this."

She locks eyes with him. "When you were sent to Calypso's island, Hephaestus said enduring your absence would be helpful in the future, and it was—"

"So you're saying it's my fault—"

"You were the first person to hand me a sword," she reminds him. "Maybe you didn't believe I had it in me to become more than just a mildly decent warrior, but yeah, I'd say you sort of encouraged this."

"That's not true!" Percy stops her before she crosses a road without looking at both sides. "I believe in you, but if you had the brains to think twice before trying something dangerous, maybe I wouldn't freak out as much—Quests aren't games, Ara! I wish you stopped acting like they are!"

The girl snatches her arm away. "I'm not a ten-year-old anymore, Percy, I know what I'm doing! Stay out of my way!"

Ara pushes past him and quickens her pace.

Ara stays with Hedge after she and Percy go back to the ship. Piper hands her Katroptis and tells her she can keep an eye on everyone. Ara holds it, and her entire body buzzes with familiarity.

Ara tries to imagine what it felt like to be on the run, with only that dagger to update her on the state of her old motherland. She wonders if the remains of her primal life marked all of the rest, frightening her with thoughts of solitude and exile.

Aphrodite says she isn't Helen, and Ara doesn't want to be Helen, but sometimes she can see Helen reflected in her words and actions, and fears it'll take her to the same end.

She gives the dagger to Hedge. "Here, you can look for those baseball scores and keep an eye on everyone, I'll be at the helm."

The satyr eyes her intently, sensing her stress. "You alright, Strategus?"

Ara walks to the control board and changes the subject. "Do you know how to use this, Coach?"

He goes to her. "Only you and Valdez know how to operate that labyrinth of buttons and levels."

"I'll show you what each one does, and you must try to memorize it."

Her prophecy might come to fruition today, so she has to leave everything in order in case she doesn't come back after they get Annabeth from her solo quest. Ara acts like she's just making conversation with Hedge to pass the time, she teaches him how to use the control board, mentions where she keeps an emergency stash of drachmas, and then, talks about where she keeps the pictures, what things she wants to give to Percy after they return, to Lily and Leo...

Hedge listens with a funny look in his eyes and that's when Ara realizes she's been using charmspeak. She's so anxious about leaving, that the satyr gets the full blast of it. But being honest, it's better this way.

Not even five minutes have passed when the satyr comes back and shoves the dagger into her hand. "You should see this."

Ara grabs the blade and the visions clears: Percy, Jason, and Piper are face-to-face with the giant twins. Behind them, a large bronze jar is set between two large praetor chairs. Ara drops the dagger and picks up her Octopi backpack from under the control board.

"Hedge, you saw where the others are?"

"No, but I can look for them."

"Cool. I'm going to help these guys."

"You can't go alone!"

Ara hesitates but in the end, she picks up Piper's dagger. "Stay here and wait, I'll contact you once I'm done."

"Strategus!"

Ara runs out with Lily's dagger on her belt and Almighty in her pocket.

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A Double Date with Tweels~

Synopsis- Jade and Floyd decided the to take their partners on a double date! Which is great except they have never meet the other before and are extremely nerves about who the other is. It takes a certain kind of person to date a Leech, they should know! Their dating one!

Note - This is a tribute and fun crossover featuring @angrylilcyclops oc Milo! Go check out their stuff! They are amazing artist with cool Ocs! This is also a thank you for the beautiful piece I commissioned of Reyna and Jade, so I hope you all enjoy it! Info on the Ocs is here: Reyna and Mailo

Reyna was running late. She was still in the lab when Jade texted to say he was picking her in 15 minutes, and she was covered in pollen and animal gunk (don't ask). So in record time, she showered, found a decent dress, and her good lab coat. She was throwing her hair in a bun when the doorbell rang. She then realized a second too late that she forgot her glasses when she ran into the door frame. Now, not only was she late for a date, but a nice bruise was developing on her forehead. This is not what she wanted to look like for the double date.

She made it down the stairs in a rush before opening the door to the ever-smiling Leech, Jade. "Sorry, I got caught up in an experiment, and frogs' breath is really hard to get off of Prothetics." Reyna apologizes as she struggles to get her lab coat on.

Jade, being a gentleman, took the coat and helped her ease it on over her left arm prosthetic and smoothed it out from being. "I guess it's good I reminded you then." Jade Chuckled."You seem frazzled portabella?"

"I mean, I am a little frazzled. I'm just nervous. I have never been on a double date before, and add the fact that I haven't met Floyd Boyfriend, plus my lacking people skills." Reyna fixed her patched dress and smoothed her lab coat. "I-I just want to make a good impression, I guess." She turned to Jade and straightened her glasses."How do I look?"

Jade melted his business smile into a more genuine one, one that he saved for her and when they were in the mountain ls forging for mushrooms. He tucked away a stray strand of hair, "You look lovely, pearl." He held out his arm, "shall we?"

Reyna nodded and took her arm. "Where are we going to eat anyway?"

"A place in Town, We received permission to take you two to this lovely place by the docks." Jade explained.

"That sounds nice... Floyd didn't want to risk us cooking again?" Reyna asked knowingly.

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Floyd was the last-minute king, which Mailo enjoyed most of the time, but not today.

"What do you mean we are meeting Jade and his girlfriend in 10 MINUTES!" Mailo rushed around Floyd's bedroom, getting ready for this surprise date. He managed to get his nicer clothes out of Floyd's closet before rushing to the bathroom. "I had no clue Jade was dating. What is she even like? How long have they been dating? What if she doesn't like me? Who even is she!?" Floyd was putting on his newest pair of sneakers and shrugged.

"Tetra-chan? She's a cute little fishy~" He stopped for a moment and thought back to the other day, "Just don't eat anything she offers ya. She is kinda like Jade in that way."

"How much like Jade is she?" Mailo called from the bathroom.

"Um... How do I put this?" Floyd stood up and leaned against the bathroom doorway. "She is a few stitches short of mad, but she's good with Jade. They both go off into the mountain and try to poison us with the stuff they bring back, they have a weird obsession with mushrooms, and I think she has tried to raise the dead a few times. But she's nice."

Mailo looked up at his eel and asked, "We're going out to eat, right?"

"Yeah, no way in the seven seas am I letting them cook." Floyd smiled and wrapped his arms around his little shrimpy. "Ready?"

"I guess so... do you think she'll like me?" Mailo asked. He was never usually this nerverous about what people thought, but this was his boyfriend's twins partner.

"Probably, who wouldn't like my shrimpy~" With a big kiss, Floyd left the bathroom to head out, leaving Mailo to wonder, what kind of person is Jade's girlfriend?

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Reyna and Jade made it to the restaurant first. Reyna was still fidgeting with her dress and glasses as she anxiously waited for Floyd and his date to arrive. They got their drinks and some complementary bread. Jade found his portabella's nervse to be entertaining.

"Is there anything I should know about Floyd's partner? Like his name or allergies? What if they are turned away by my scars or my prosthetic or what if I accidentally detach my hand and freak them out?" Reyna detached her hand as she said that.

"Well, you could ask him yourself," Jade nodded to the door as Floyd and a pale boy with green and purple hair came in.

Reyna jumped and fumbled to put her hand back onto her arm.

Floyd waved to his brother and Reyna as they came over. "Tetra-Chan! Jade-chan! We made it!"

Reyna and Jade stood up from their side of the booth, causing her to fumble. "Floyd, Mailo, I'm glad you made it."

Reyna stood close to Jade and fixed her dress. Jade took her hand and gestured to Mailo. "Reyna, this is Mailo Naiad, Floyd's boyfriend. Mailo, this is my girlfriend, Reyna Bouc."

Reyna was half grateful that Jade took care of the introductions as she outstretched her arm to Mailo. "It is nice to finally meet you, Mailo." She did with a forced smile, trying to hide the nerves. But she failed to realize that Jade was still holding her prosthetic hand that had detached yet again.

Milo stared at her handless arm but reached to shake it anyway. "Nice to meet you too, Reyna... Floyd told me a lot about you."

"No, I didn't. I never mentioned her until I told you about the date 20 minutes ago." Floyd said blankly as he looked at Reyna's detached hand with a wicked grin. He reached to take it from Jade, but being the good boyfriend, he moved it quickly from his twins' resch.

"It's fine, I- Oh Sevens! I am so sorry, I swear this isn't a common thing I-" she finally realized her hand was missing and took it back from Jade as she tried to quickly reattach it, but it wasn't working "come on you stupid peice of-"

"Allow me, Portabella." Jade calmly took the hand and attached it with ease.

Floyd was laughing out loud at the whole transaction. "Yeah! Let's eat!"

Reyna felt completely embarrassed and bit her lip. Jade patted her head and her gestured for her to go in first. She did and found herself across from Mailo.

After an awkward silence, Mailo spoke up. "So, how did you and Jade meet?" He asked.

Reyna got out of her head and nodded, "During Club hour! I just transferred to NRC, and I saw there was a Mountian Lovers Club. I really like forging and thought it would be nice not to go alone." Jade smiled as he recalled the day as well, "To my surprise, Jade was the only one in the room. I was really nervous since I am not the best with people, but after we started talking about mushrooms and things turned around! it wasn't long after we started dating."

"Two weeks afterward, to be precise." Jade added and held her hand under the table.

Reyna felt comforted by the action and started to relax a bit. "What about you and Floyd? How did you two meet?"

Mailo smiled and said, "We met when he dragged my friends away because the idiots made a deal with Azul."

"I heard about that! Ruggie is in my class, and he told me last semester he had to help out this magicless kid with an overbolt beacuse they treated his bosses sleep schedule, which is truly genius considering who his boss is." Reyna noted.

"That was me!" Mailo exclaimed, "I threatened to never let him sleep again!"

"So you're the one that has been dealing with the overblots? Next time to do that, would you mind getting me a blood and blot sample from the victim?" She took out a syringe and vial from her jacket pocket. "I have been wanting to reaserch the properties of blot, but I keep missing the events!"

Mailo rubbed the back of his neck and said, "I would like to, but I really don't want to be in one of those situations again. But if I think it may happen again, I'll let you know."

"Why do you have a syringe in your pocket?" Floyd asked.

"Never know when you need to get a sample! Jade was nice enough to give me a sample of mer-eel blood, scale, and hair to research, but I usually have to sneak the samples off of others..." Reyna commented and put the vials back in her pocket as the waiter came over.

After appetizers and small chit-chat, Reyna and Mailo had an easy back and forth.

"So in your world, you can use magic and turn into a siren, but here you cannot? That is fascinating!" Reyna exclaimed. "There must be a blockage or a dam of sort due to the mirror... you know, with the right elixir, we could probably unclog the blockage -"

"No. Experimenting on my boyfriend. Ya hear!?" Floyd said in his scary voice, but it just caused Reyna to pout.

"But -"

"NO."

Jade Chuckled, and Mailo laughed as well. "I appreciate the offer. And I may take you up on it later, but I would hate to bother you right now."

Reyna smiled. "It's not a bother! I have always been fascinated by the relationship between magic and biology, so this would be a fun diversion from my other projects!"

Mailo kept the conversation going, "What are your other projects? Floyd mentioned you tried to bring stuff back from the dead, but -"

"Tried? I succeeded." She said blankly, "it is only on small animals, but I think I am close to bringing back a deer... well, if I can get the right ratio of frogs breathe and Deadmans shrooms."

Jade and Floyd smiled at their partners, talking happily and shared a few looks that only the other could decode.

This caused Mailo to pause, eating his trout, and gave Reyna a weird look. "Wait, that wasn't a joke?"

"Why would I joke about bringing animals back to life?" Reyna said and started reaching for ger wallet, "If you don't believe me, I have some pictures I can show you, there not dinner friendly but i think their cute. Well, that's what my sisters say. Anyways-"

"Nope, I believe you." Mailo said, putting a hand up to stop her from showing him the pictures, "It's just hard to believe at first... have you brought people back to life?"

"Oh, never. I swore to only revive being of lower intelligence." She said seriously. "The main reason for that project is to prove that there is the capability to come back with limited consequences to intelligence and magic ability. Now, I am working on limb replacements and revitalization."

"Are you trying to find a new arm?" Floyd asked and Mailo gave him a look of 'We don't say that!?!'

Reyna adjusted her glasses and shrugged. "I cannot say that isn't a motivator in my actions. But I really am curious if we can revitalize perfectly good organs from the dead before they decay completely to aid the living."

"Huh...." Mailo didn't really know what to say to that. "So you are kinda like a doctor?"

"I have all the knowledge and practice, just not the legal credentials." She said nonchalantly, "I'll get those once I graduate."

"We can get ya a job without one," Floyd said as he stole a bite of Mailo's food.

Jade nodded at his brother's comment and added, "Our father is always looking for uncertified doctors or certified ones. It's up to you, my dear."

Reyna shrugged and said, "That's sweet, but I think I'm going to get it. Then Doc won't just be a nickname, and I can get access to fancy lab equipment without having sis build it."

Mailo looked at the three confused, and Reyna patted his hand, "You'll find out soon enough. The only reason I know is because Floyd told me under the influence of mushrooms when I had to do 'unplanned procedures'.'" She air quoted and winked, hoping Mailo would get the message.

Mailo nodded as the twins gave their partners matching wicked smiles and chuckles.

Dinner came to an end, and as Reyna and Mailo went ahead to catch the cab, Jade and Floyd hung back.

"We picked good ones, didn't we?" Floyd nudged his brother in the arm as they paid.

Jade looked at the partners they managed to capture somehow and gave a more genuine smile, "We did, didn't we." He chuckled. "Mother and Father would be proud. We managed to get partners both organically and legally."

"Yeah, who knew." Floyd laughed, "They are weirdos, huh~"

"They have to be with us~"

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