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chaethewriter · 1 year

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You're dead to me [3]

dad!Jake Sully x human!daughter!reader

In which Jake Sully leaves his life on earth to settle down with the Omatikaya people as Toruk Makto. Having a family that consists of four kids with Neytiri, everything seems to work out just fine, but what if the past comes back for him? And his babygirl is right there in front of him?

warning: english isn't my first language, barely proofread, a lot of awkward tension cause Neytiri and humans + reader being in conflict, terrible na'vi sentence.

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A superior of you recommended you to Norm, a human scientist in an avatar body that went against the RDA a decade ago. He lives close to the war, which means close to the Omatikaya. This means you were going to face your father, the man you really didn't want to see. It wasn't that big of a shock to you when you were told that you were going to the front lines. You were always preached about for being one of the best warriors, you saw it coming. Both Raja and Seb were also ranked as one of the best warriors among your group, so it was fortunate you could at least be close to your friends if you were to break down. Yet you weren't planning to do that. Deep inside you yearned for him, wanting to jump into his arms the moment you see him and call him daddy again, but another side of you told you to keep quiet about it. Let him figure it out on his own. Act like you don't care and show him what you became. Was it the mature way? No, definitely not. But you threw your childhood away to become a warrior, being childish every now and then shouldn't hurt too much. And I mean, they had your files. The information of you potentially being Jake Sully's kid was out in the open for the higher-ranked to see, so whether he was interested enough in getting to know his soon-to-be acquaintances or not, the choice of figuring out you are his babygirl is really up to Jake Sully himself. It's not like he would notice it by looking at your face, your mask wasn't see-through and covered half of your face. Besides that, you look different than what you looked like over a decade ago. So here you were, in this helicopter with Raja and Seb on your way to the Omatikaya clan, adrenaline rushing through your veins as Raja kept her grip on your forearm.

Jake Sully held his wife in his arms as he begged her to accept the help that is supposed to get to home tree soon. Norm already told him weeks ago that the resistance was coming soon. He didn't know what he meant, unaware of the things that were happening on earth. He was explained how earth was in an uproar, divided into three groups: with the RDA, against the RDA, or being neutral. Information was leaked about the RDA's doings, how they were sending humans to Pandora to kill the natives. History repeats itself. From killing their own kind centuries ago to killing a different species on a different planet. Norm told him how he was in contact with a huge resistance party on planet earth, one that was open for it to directly take action, how they wanted to send their trained warriors to Pandora to end the wrongdoings of mankind and keep the RDA away or any human that was a potential enemy to Pandora and its nature. Young warriors that just finished their training, choosing to fight for someone else's freedom rather than living a safe life on earth. Safe as in not getting attacked then, because planet earth is definitely dying. Jake could appreciate this selfless decision, whether some may be in it for the paycheck or just an act of kindness, all of them were there to help. He was hoping Neytiri could see it like this too, they were here to help fight against their own kind. Jake's pleading eyes couldn't make Neytiri decline, so with a loud hiss she agreed, "fine, but I'm coming with you. If they make one wrong move I'm going to pierce an arrow through their skulls, ma Jake." Her tone sounded annoyed, but she couldn't help but lean into his touch.

Even though Neytiri agreed to accept help from the sky demons, she was against the idea to bring those demons directly to high camp. It was that feeling all over again, when Jake betrayed her and the RDA came to destroy their past home, home tree. She was scared for her people, for her children. Jake could understand where she was coming from and agreed with Norm through his throat microphone to meet at the lab instead. His children were listening from afar and Tuk jumped out of their hiding spot, much to Neteyam's, Loak's and Kiri's dismay. "Are we going on an adventure?", giggles left her lips as she jumped towards her mother, her arms wrapping around her waist. Her chin was pressed against her mom's hip as she looked up at her with sparkles in her eyes. Kiri smacked herself against the forehead as their little sibling ran towards her parents. The three got out of their hiding spot, Neteyam walking in front as he was ready to confront his father, "sir I-" he started, but was immediately cut off as Jake spoke over his voice, "Neteyam I need you to come with your mom and me. We are retrieving guests, sky people. This will be part of your Olo'eyktan training." Jake's tone was fierce as he spoke to his son, treating his own blood as nothing but a warrior. Neteyam pursed his lips as he nodded his hand in response, "yes sir." was all he had left to say. Loak groaned as he felt left out of the situation. He wanted to go on an adventure too, and spend time with his father. "What about me? Why can't I come?" He didn't hide the disappointment in his tone as he asked his questions, mainly directing them to his father. "I need you to stay here and take care of Kiri and Tuk." Kiri then decided to chime in on the conversation, planning to get more information on the current situation, "what is this all about dad? They're going to help us, but what are they exactly?" Jake sighed in response as he brought his hand to his forehead. It was no use hiding anything, they would get to know the truth eventually. So he just decided to tell them everything he knew from Norm.

Everything comes to light after all.

Jake Sully prepared himself for their departure. Hunter's knife strapped to his hip and his throat microphone attached as always, in case Loak gets into trouble yet again. "Ma Jake? Are you ready soon? My mother would like to see you as well before we do." Neytiri called from outside their family pod. "Almost almost, I'll get to her tent soon." Jake was frantically looking around the pod as he spoke. He was looking for his good luck charm. Childish one may call it, but it made him feel at ease during these stressful times. There it lay, the thing he was looking for, under one of the woven carpets. He picked the round charm up, holding it between his thumb and index finger as he tried to open the lock. His heart pounded into his throat as he did so, struggling to open it because of his much bigger hands. He was delusional, scared to lose it. He breathed out when he came face to face with your cute baby face, all smiling and giggling. "Thank Eywa," he mumbled to himself and tied to chain to the handle of his knife. When Jake Sully opened the flap that separated the inside of the pod from the outside world he came face to face with Neytiri, "Mo'at wants to see me?" She responded with a nod as her head nodded to the healer's tent, "she wanted to speak to you, she told me." He wondered what that could be about. He wasn't injured or suffering from any illnesses, so what could have possibly happened? Jake Sully nodded his head before speaking up, "I still don't think it's a good idea that you come." Neytiri crossed her arms at his words, "Ma Jake, I need to see what kind of people are about to enter my clan." And with that, she walked away. A sigh left his lips since he knew things would not turn out too well. He stepped towards Mo'at's tent. Time to find out why she needed him, as he entered the tent Mo'at was supposed to be at. "Ah, Jake Sully. I was awaiting you." She motioned for him to come in and he followed her order. He awkwardly stood next to her as she busied herself with her herbs, "Eywa has spoken to me. It has to do with you, Jake Sully." His ears twitched in curiosity, motioning for her to continue speaking. "You are about to be in a huge conflict. Hearts will break and tears will stream. You mustn't give up as Eywa has spoken to me this needs to happen for you to continue forward, so don't back down, Jake Sully." This just confused him, what conflict? Does this have to do with the arrival of the resistance? Is this about the RDA? But he doesn't dare ask, because he knows the Tsahik can't get into detail. His gaze is focused on the herbs the Tsahik is mixing up into medicines. Was it to distract herself from this conversation? He didn't know what else to say, but there is one thing he dared to ask, "when will this happen?"

"Way sooner than you will ever expect, Jake Sully."

"Your codename is Buttercup?" Norm looked at Seb in disbelief as the guy in question just shook his head, "I was forced, this is a crime." The three of you were talking about yourselves to Norm as Norm listened carefully. Raja giggled at the embarrassment of her friend, "so there used to be this cartoon I found in one of my great grandma's old boxes. It was called the Powerpuff girls. It is about three sisters that fight against crime and we needed codenames, so I forced (Y/N) and Seb to match with me." This made Norm realize how the three trained warriors in front of him were actually still kids at heart. Of course he knew that they were young, but this just showed how much they missed out on beings kids. You chuckled at the conversation and shrugged, "I mean, my codename is Blossom so it's not too bad, not like being a buff dude and getting called Buttercup. Raja's fits hers, bubbles. It fits her bubbly personality." Seb continued complaining about how it was two against one and that he couldn't escape from his codename being Buttercup. "We are here," Norm commented and you felt the nerves go through your body once again, your grip on your katana so hard your knuckles turned lighter. As the helicopter lowered, you looked outside the window and there you saw three blue figures standing next to one another close to a facility in the middle of the forest. There he was. Your dad. Standing all high and mighty and he was so tall. He looked so different, yet still the same. You noticed certain features that just made him look like your dad. You wished you were a little kid again. If it was little you in your place right now, she wouldn't have given a damn. Would've run up to him and told him who you were as you would have jumped into his arms. But you grew up, full of anger and pain. You pursed your lips as you watched him talk with his mate and son, silently wishing it was you there, by his side as he had a proud look on his face. You had an intense conflict within yourself. Why did you have to be such a tryhard? If you slacked off, you could have been chilling with the other warriors that were spread around the other forest clans. Yet, this was something to be proud of. You did this on your own, you should prove yourself to them, to him. But were you ready for this confrontation? All this inner dialogue made your head hurt. You had to stop fighting the thoughts in your head and focus, because you were getting lost in your thoughts a lot. That wasn't acceptable, not on a battlefield. Once the helicopter landed, Norm was the first to step out of the helicopter, followed by Seb, Raja and you. When the three of you stood in a line you were standing right in front of the Na'vi: Seb in front of Neteyam, Raja in front of Neytiri, and you in front of Jake Sully right in the middle. As if Eywa herself wanted this to happen, wanting the two of you to reconnect. He analyzes you from head to toe, his gaze burning into your skin making you push your mask further into your skin. You wanted to crawl into a cave right there and then.

"Oel Ngati Kameie," the three of you say in unison as you brought your hand towards your forehead, dropping it slowly to the height where your chest is at. The na'vi in front of you do the same na'vi greeting, before Jake Sully switched to English, "I, Jake Sully, Welcome you to Pandora, I can speak for everyone of the Omatikaya clan that we are very thankful for your arrival and your help." His English sounded rusty, but understandable when you haven't been using it for the past decade. Your eyebrows raise at his English, "we understand Na'vi. Pxoeng nolume Na'vi." You spoke to your dad through your mask and you could see the surprise on his face. It made you smile, he looked proud. Fortunately, the mask covered your mouth, otherwise, everyone could have seen your happy expression. Norm chimed into the conversation, "These three are the best warriors of their group. (Y/N), Seb and Raja, all scored fantastically on their physical exams. Six years ago, these warriors left just a few weeks before RDA's departure. We got a few weeks to plan out a raid against their new forces." Everyone nods in unison and you glance at your dad once again, locking eyes with him, since he was already looking at you.

Jake's eyes widen at that name. It was a name he didn't hear in so long. He thought of his babygirl, wondering what you could be doing right now. Did you graduate? Have a boyfriend? Girlfriend? Was he a grandfather? He got so overwhelmed at the thought of you. He missed you so much. His little girl, who is probably not so little now. Regret and guilt fuels his body as he remembers that he was the one to leave you and never return to earth. How he hoped to see your face again. Come and live here with him on Pandora, was that a selfish thought?

Norm took out a form and cleared his throat, making Jake Sully wake up from all his thoughts, "Jake, the warriors first need to do this checkup before they can get to work, resistance orders," he passes him the map with your files and your heart immediately dropped to your stomach. You knew he was about to get your last name eventually, but on the first day? You don't know if you can do that. "This was supposed to be my task, but I trust that you can do this, oh great Olo'eyktan? Max is researching something and he urgently needs my help with it." Great Norm, just great. Eywa, is this your doing? Because you would rather wish she takes you to her right this instant. "You can trust me with this, Norm." Jake flashes him a grin. "Don't lose it and I really mean that," Norm's gaze reaches the three of you once again, he almost looks worried, "I read the checkup, good luck, because as a scientist I could never." And to the lab he went.

"What was that supposed to mean?" Seb raised his eyebrows in concern and his eyes glanced at the map your father was holding. Neytiri has been quiet this entire time as well as Neteyam. Both were weary ever since they met you three, like mother, like son. Everyone could notice the tension, it would have made Jake's arm hair stand if he had any. "Okay, let's see what we have here.. Pretty.. gruesome.." Neteyam was looking over his dad's shoulder, frowning at all of them, "sir, is this normal for humans?" Again, you raise your eyebrows and you couldn't stop the next words you say from coming out of your mouth, "you call your father 'sir'? What is this, an army?" Raja widens her eyes, as well as Seb. Neytiri hisses your way in defense, Jake putting his arm out in front of her as to not make her pounce in you, but you don't flinch. You just looked at your father in disbelief at how he was treating his own son. It was awfully quiet as Jake didn't know what to reply. Your hard gaze on him made him feel something, guilt? Pain? He couldn't describe it, but he felt weird in some way. Luckily, Norm came back in his human body, clear mask on his face, "false alarm, he already got help from the other scientists and everything is go- what the hell happened here?" Norm could feel the tension in his bones as he watched the six of you. You were the first to speak up, "nothing is wrong here. So you will do our checkup right?" You walked towards your father, gripping the file map out of his hands and handing it over to Norm. Everyone's jaws drop to the ground and Neytiri drew her hunter's knife, "you sky demon I knew you couldn't be trusted! Such disrespectful behavior!" Jake takes a hold of his mate. They couldn't fight, not now. Neytiri needed to get out of here before blood was about to be drawn. "Ma Neytiri please, it's fine, could you please check up on Loak?" The tension was unbearable for Jake Sully. His eyes pleaded for himself to handle this. The grip on her knife loosened as she hissed again. Neteyam stepped towards his mother as his hand wrapped around hers, the one she was gripping the knife with, "mother please, please trust father." He himself had doubts about these humans, but it looked like his dad trusted them, so he should at least try right? As future Olo'eyktan. Looking into her son's eyes, she felt herself calm down as she lowered her knife, attaching it to her hip. She put her hand on Neteyam's cheek for a second before pulling her hand away. Once again, she threw a glance at you. "I'm watching you." She sent you a hiss as a warning and crept back into the forest. Great, you have a bad relationship with your dad's mate. Maybe this was for the best after all. Jake sighed, he shouldn't have taken Neytiri with him even after all her demands. With sky people she just met it was bound to go like this.

After that awkward ordeal, Neteyam led everyone to an open field in the forest. With your dad's gaze still lingering on your body, you decided to try and ignore it. Easier said than done. You yearned for your dad, but you couldn't give in. Neteyam and Jake stood to the side as the three of you started stretching in the conveniently open field that was formed into a circle. "The checkup is about strength, focus, and speed. You need to fight one vs one hand-to-hand combat battles against one another without masks on."

"Without masks?! Are they out of their mind?!"

"Do you expect an answer or?"

"No I don't!"

Seb and Raja continued their daily bickering as always, but your mind was completely somewhere else. Jake seemed to notice this, as he walked towards you. He had this urge to comfort you. Could it be, because you had the same name as his daughter on earth? Maybe, but maybe if he took care of you, he could feel at peace again. He sat on his knees and put his hand on your shoulder, making you look his way. "I'm sorry for my mate, she can be very protective of me," he softly spoke to you, "and I don't blame you, you woke up after 6 years and your entire life is upside down. I understand." You pursed your lips at his words. Why was he being so soft to you? You couldn't stand it, not when he spoke like that, reassuring you like that. You didn't reply, you just gave him the shoulder as you stepped away from his grip. This just made him even more confused as his chest hurt, did he do something wrong when he met you? Was he staring at you a little too long? Did his gaze offend you?

"We will do three rounds and in those three rounds, you need to put your enemy down for ten seconds to win."

"Let's dance then, shall we?"

And those words you spoke, felt awfully familiar to Jake Sully.

Neteyam Sully watched in awe as you fought the final round against Seb. Your mask was on the ground as you pounced on the much taller guy. He tried to lock your legs with his to make you lose your balance, which would have given him an advantage, but you punched him in the face with your fist, making his mouth open and gasp for air. In his moment of panic, you used it to knock him face-first into the dirty mossy ground, keeping his head on the floor as you twisted his arm. You sat right on his back as you used your knee on his neck to keep him down, the other weighing on his lower back and arm. You gasped for air as you saw blurry, listening to Norm count to ten was honestly something. It sounded like he counted to a hundred in slow motion. When he yelled the word ten, you quickly got off your friend, crawling towards your mask. Jake wanted to run up to you to help you, but Norm told him to stop and that this was what you were supposed to do in a real battle if it would ever happen that you lose your mask. You quickly took your mask in your hand and put it on your face with a shaky hand, gasping for the oxygen you needed. You coughed loudly as you sat on your knees with your hands on the ground. Jake rushed towards you and put his arm around you, rubbing your back with his free hand, "are you okay?" worry in his tone as he spoke. Your eyes widen at the familiar hug. The warmth of his arms as he used to hold onto you as you snuggled against him in your sleep. But you couldn't. You held onto his hand, letting the touch linger your skin before you pushed it away, "I'm good, yes." You stood up and walked towards Norm, not looking back at him once.

Just what was it with you?

And why did it hurt how you treated him?

A/N: I was lowkey insecure about posting this part 3 fr, idk if I liked it. I kept adding and adding details in the hope I would feel better about it, so here's a longer part than usual. Hope you enjoyed it. Pls tell me what you think. <3

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mauesartetc · 4 months

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A while back I got a comment that demonstrated a misconception as to what the character design process actually entails, and I thought it had real "teachable moment" potential. So let me make this perfectly clear:

Drawing a character is NOT the same as designing one.

Let's say I wanted to draw a guy. No backstory, no defined personality traits or preferences, no details about his current life, just doodling some random, generic guy who popped into my head.

That's just a drawing.

But what if I decided to flesh him out more? What if I wanted his appearance to reflect his lifestyle and inner life as well? Here's where the note-taking comes in.

And now for the visual research:

I thought the bodybuilding angle would provide a fun contrast with this guy's profession. The mental image of a huge, burly dude working on a clock or watch with tiny, precise movements just makes me smile. Perhaps I could give him small, nimble hands that would suit his line of work.

Now that I have a better idea of how Mikhail's face and body will look, it's time to establish a pose.

Of course, I never expected to employ all the personality traits I started out with inside this single pose; those were just a jumping-off point. No one drawing will ever be able to encapsulate every single facet of a character, unless they're extraordinarily flat and generic (see also: random guy I doodled at the start of this post). If I wanted to write a story with this guy, I'd have to figure out how all the traits play off each other and how they'd cause him to react to different situations. There would be a lot more note-taking and development involved, but for the sake of keeping this post (somewhat) brief, let's just focus on visuals for now.

On to color!

I decided to give Mikhail a carnation in his pocket (for its round shape), specifically a red one, which represents deep love and an aching heart. Thus, the flower needed to maintain its red color for the symbolism to come through.

For some reason I initially pictured this guy wearing a pink shirt (perhaps as an offshoot of the "romantic" angle), but I wanted to try some different colors inspired by the 70s catalog pages I found. I ended up really liking the contrast of the cool blue shirt with the warm red pants, and that option made it into my top three as a result. I lined them up next to each other to compare them, and in the end, blue won out over pink. I think it also reflects the "colder", more cerebral, less-emotional parts of his personality well (namely "systematic", "stern", and "callous"- one from each column!). Just goes to show that you shouldn't get too attached to your first draft, as better ideas are just around the corner.

I then lightened the blue of the shirt so it wouldn't compete so much with the rest of the outfit, and wouldn't be quite as loud and "in your face". Mikhail strikes me as a bit of an introvert, so the calmer, quieter blue is a better fit. I added a darker belt and watchband and de-saturated the flower just a bit to make the values feel more balanced, and I think we've got it!

Let's see the final result!

Y'all, I was not expecting this process to make me emotional, but there's something special about fully realizing a little guy you've spent hours working on. All of a sudden you look at him and go, "Oh my god, there he is. That's him." This man wasn't even a twinkle in my eye a couple weeks ago and now I'd protect him with my life.

And the thing is, the only reason I'm calling this design "done" for now is that I basically just brought it into existence to make a point. But if this dude were attached to a larger story, he'd be nowhere near finished. I'd have to make a ton more iterations and go a lot more in depth with my research than I did (especially with the Armenian cultural stuff). Overall, though, I hope this quick project properly highlighted the difference between a single drawing and a more fleshed-out character.

Later!

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juanbodyswapstfs · 9 months

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Fair Trade

David was a hard working father trying to provide enough to maintain his son. The downside to this was he wasn’t spending a lot of time with his son martin.

Martin was an attractive young man but doesn’t know the potential he has in his body. It pained David that Martin wouldn’t use his body to its full potential.

One day, David came home early from work. “Hey Martin, im home early!” Said David. David didn’t get a response and headed upstairs. He saw the door to his bathroom opened and saw Martin jerking off to his briefs. “Dad!” Martin proceeds to slam the door in a hurry.

A few hours later..

Hey bud, You doing alright? “Dad, please go away.” Said Martin. “Son, I know how you feel, when I was your-“ “Dad just stop it! you don’t know how I feel.” Said Martin angrily. “Alright, Ill give you some time to calm down, when your done, come to the living room and we’ll have a chat.” Said David.

A few minutes later..

“Hey dad, Im sorry for how I talked to you..” Said Martin. “Don’t worry bud, I get your sexual desires hehe.” David said. “I love you but sometimes I just wish we could feel more connected.” Martin said. “Yeah, Hehe I wish you knew how good and strong your body is martin.” David said. “And I wish I could spend more time with you dad.” Martin said. “Well, goodnight my son.” David said. They both head to bed and sleep until the next morning.

In the morning

Martin wakes up feeling a bit sore and clumsy. “Woah why do I feel so big all of a sudden.” Martin opens his eyes and sees a huge bulge in his briefs. “Oh my god dad, why didn’t I know you had such a huge package.” Davids package was girthy and long with his balls big and manly. “Damn my armpits smell fucking good.” Martin whips out his new package and starts jerking off. “Ooohh yeah that shits good.” Martin then cums all over his dads chest.

On davids side..

David woke up and already knew something was wrong. He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror, “Hey handsome, Im gonna treat this body how it should be treated.” David Takes off his socks and smells them, “Mmmm” David takes out his package and jerks off. “Oooo fuck yeah im your country boy.” His hot steamy sperm squirts on the mirror. Martin then knocks on the door, “Hey Dad, you like your new body?” Martin says. “Dad?” “Im your son Dad.” David says in a cheeky tone. “Oh dad, im gonna use this body to its full potential.” David says. “Hahaha son, me too.” Martin says. “Alright im going to work” Martin says then leaves.

At the construction site..

Martin was trying his hardest to fit in as his father, He had to take a leak and went to the restroom. At the restroom there was an attractive construction worker guy pissing next to him. “Mind If I give you a hand haha.” Martin said. “Uh David?” The man said. “Just joking with ya haha.” Martin said a bit disappointed. The guy zipped up and left the restroom in a hurry. When Martin finally finished he walked out and saw his manager. “Hey david, Im sorry to say this but, your fired.” “Wait what?” “You harassed one of your coworkers.” The manager said. Defeated, Martin headed back home.

At Martins school.

David was having a blast in his sons body, winning every game and scoring a lot in gym class! “Haha beat that suckers!” David says. “You changed so much martin..” says martins crush. “People change my dude.” David says says. Martins Crush walks away sad. The bell rings and David runs home in his new youthful body.

At home

David and Martin arrived home in each others bodies. “Im sorry Dad, I got fired.” Martin said. “Oh thats fine, its your body now anyways.” David said. “Im doing well in school so fair trade haha.” David Said. Both Martin and David were satisfied with their bodies, David joined football and graduated with a athletes scholarship and Martin got a job as a Gay stripper.

So sorry for not posting stories in a while, I was kinda blocked on what to do next.. Message me if you have requests! peace out.

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onlyjaeyun · 10 months

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𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄: 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞

࿏ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐒𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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You politely thank the airport employee next to you before you finally reach for the handle of your suitcase and make your way to the gate, knowing two very special boys are waiting for you on the other side.

After a whole week away from the brothers, you can't help but get emotional at the thought of finally seeing them again. You definitely enjoyed your time back home a lot more than you expected, mostly thanks to your sibling who always made sure to save you from the potential escalation of situations, yet you've started looking forward to finally be back in your own four walks rather early into the trip.

With quick steps you rush through the crowd of travelers, your eyes busy roaming your surroundings to see if you can spot the cute duo and before you can even look in their direction, you hear your name being called.

"Noona, over here!" Yunie chuckles, holding a cute little sign in his hands which welcomes you back home, as he sits on his older brother's shoulders who's trying his best to keep the little one steady.

You instantly break into the biggest smile, tears of excitement block your sight and you simply can't get yourself to care about all the stares from the people around you.

"Yunie!" You yell and stop midway, get on your knees to catch the young boy with widened arms and a loud chuckle. He's quick to jump right into your hug, soft giggles falling past his lips as he wraps his tiny arms around your neck and buries his face in your hair.

"I missed you so much, big boy", you mumble and give him a soft kiss on his temple before he pulls away and takes your face into his small hands, a huge smile plastered on his own as he pulls down your mask and gently pushes his finger against the tip of your nose.

"Did you like my sign, Noona? Hyung helped me make it", the younger one chuckles and starts playing with your hair, suddenly a lot shier than just a few moments ago.

"I love it, handsome. You did such a great job, and your Hyung too."

And as those words leave your lips, you look up to meet the gaze of said older brother, plump bottom lip firmly pulled between his teeth as he holds back his bright smile and runs a hand through his thick hair. You don't dare taking your eyes off of him; hungrily taking in just how good he looks and letting your body enjoy the feelings you've missed oh so much.

"Hey, pretty girl", Jaeyun says calmly and waits for you to stand up, yet not hesitating to reach for your hand and pull you into a tight hug as soon as you do.

You don't reply anything. There's so much you want to say, but for now you decide to just enjoy the feeling of finally being in the safest embrace you've ever had the pleasure to be surrounded by.

Jake tries to press you even closer against his body, one of his hands resting on the back of your head while his other arm finds home around your waist. He hasn't missed anyone this much in quite some time, so the urge to hold you in his arms has been absolutely unbearable for the past few days and he's determined to make the best of it.

"How was-", but Jaeyun doesn't get to finish his question about your flight as you press your lips against his and silence him in a way he's come to love ever since the two of you first kissed. Despite his love for PDA, Jake is a little hesitant because he knows his body might betray him if he pushes his luck and gets a proper taste, which he simply can't risk in this particular situation.

He's going to have you all to himself in a few hours and until then, the young parent tries to keep his kisses soft and gentle, not realising you're the one to lead in this one as you push your hands into his hair and dig your teeth into his plump bottom lip, something you've actually been dreaming about for the past few days and as soon as he grunts into your mouth, you feel your head getting lighter.

Considering your eagerness, Jake isn't surprised to see the little pout on your lips when he manages to pull away and places a soft kiss on your forehead, but he knows you probably got too excited and he wouldn't want you to feel embarrassed once you realise.

"Let's save this for later, hm?"

You nod wordlessly and quickly shift your attention back to the little guy next to you, offering him your hand and chuckling when he takes it. Neither you nor Jake make a big fuss about the way you intertwine your fingers with the young parent's before the three of you slowly leave the airport and make your way to his car.

For the first ten minutes of your drive all you do is listen to the two brothers telling you some of their exciting stories from the few daytrips they'd been on during your absence, the smile on your lips never once falling as you join in on their laughter and excitement. You've missed hearing their voices and cute laughs, their big, absolutely identical smiles and the sight of their puppy eyes widening every time one of them is building up to a certain point in their story. Jaeyun never once interrupts his little brother, just reminds him to keep it to one language to make things easier for the little guy and seems to enjoy listening to the four year old just as much as you do.

You can feel Jake's urge to look at you and the way he barely manages to keep his eyes off of you whenever you stop at a red light gives away just how much he's missed you, but for some reason you're too shy to look at him longer than a few seconds; your mind quickly wandering to all those thoughts you've been having, especially the ones which kept you up at night and ended up being the reason for a very special phone call between the two of you.

"I actually wanted to call the girls over after our little dinner since it's a school night and you're working tomorrow, but they said they're busy and I hate how upset I got", you explain to Jake once Yunie's attention has shifted back to the little car in his hands.

The young parent can barely contain his cheeky smile once your words reach him and he's more than just grateful that you're only a few minutes away from the restaurant since keeping this secret from you any longer is actually going to make his hair fall out.

"I understand, Baby", he says and finally reaches the street the restaurant is located at, his heart basically hammering against his rib cage and for a short moment Jake feels like passing out from how nervous he's been. Everything went according to plan and nothing had to be improvised, so he's actually a little confused about his body's current state, but as he thinks about it, he realises it's probably because of what's yet to come.

"But I'm pretty sure the girls are going to make up for it and for tonight you can stay over at our place, yeah?" He quickly says to distract himself from his anxiety trying to take away the excitement as itkeeos replaying all the worst case scenario in his head.

All you can do is meet his gaze and sigh softly, nodding in response to his words. He's right and you know it. The girls knew you'd be home tonight, and knowing them they would have never declined your offer if it wasn't for anything important, which is why you try your best to shrug it off and enjoy the evening. If it really bothers you too much, you'll make sure to let them know about it in the groupchat, but until then you're not going to let your anxiety get the best of you. Not when you're about to finally spend some quality time with two of your favorite people.

You wait for Jake to reach the entrance of the restaurant before you reach for his hand and then head inside with Seyun on your other side, quickly welcomed by the delicious smell of all the homemade food you've been craving ever since you had left. Of course your hometown had similar places, yet none of them taste as good as this one and you definitely fell a little harder for Jaeyun when he suggested to have dinner here on the day of your return.

You don't realise how much you've been rambling to Jaeyun about what you're going to eat, the young parent just listening and nodding with a soft smile before he gives the waitresses a quick nod of appreciation and then guides you through the whole restaurant to the very back where all your friends have been waiting for you.

"I'm definitely going to have dessert, too, their chocolate canes are just–", Jake doesn't get the chance to prepare you for the loud cheers as soon as you wakk through the door, the suddenness of it all startling you just a little, whereas both Sim brothers seem absolutely overwhelmed.

"Welcome back!"

You can't help but stop right in front of everyone, hiding your face as you try to hold back the tears but simply can't because these people are your family and every time yoj come together like this, you feel your heart growing with gratitude and appreciation to have people as good as them in your life.

The girls are the first one to throw their arms around your body, embracing you in a tight hug, during which Chaewon has quickly joined in on your cries and Jennifer is chuckling and giggling like a middle schooler.

They both litter your face in kisses, bright smiles plastering your faces and never once letting go of each other's hand as you promise to catch up as soon as possible, planning a girl's night right then and there with all the other boys watching.

Jake can't seem to stop himself from looking at you. Probably because he's missed you so much but also because the last time you talked on the phone you sounded exhausted and tired, so seeing you this happy has him absolutely lightheaded.

He calmly watches the way you hug the boys one by one, spending a good minute with Sunoo who keeps whispering something in your ears and knowing the younger one Jake's sure it's something regarding his plans for later but you just shake your head and greet the others yourself.

And once you and Jake sit down next to each other, the dinner finally begins; the room being filled with loud laughter and yelling, new insiders being made, actual bickering and way too many accidental profanities considering Seyun is firmly seated in between Jay and Heeseung.

Throughout the whole dinner, never once is Jake not touching you; it's either his hand on your thigh, an arm around your waist or over your shoulders and just as usual you definitely don't mind. Your body feels at ease with his touch lingeeinc on your skin, yet also manages to drive you absolutely crazy the more time passes.

You actually have no idea how much time passes. If it wasn't for Sunghoon poiting at a sleepy little Seyun, you would have never realised how late it's gotten already and after taking a few more pictures with everyone, Heeseung takes little guy into his arms and says his goodbyes to everyone.

For a moment you don't even understand why he's leaving, yet Jake remains next to you and once your brain has managed to process it, your hesd ahoots back to look ag the young parent with confused eyes. Jaeyun just smiles at your reaction and takes advantage of the others discussing something energetically, to push your hair back and place a soft kiss on your neck, knowing you're going to melt underneath his touch from just that.

"Hyung's going to take care of Yunie for the night and the others promised to do the clean up so we can have some time to ourselves, how does that sound?"

Jake's voice is a deep whisper, raspy and hoarse to the point where every word sends another row of chills down your body and if it wasn't for everyone still being around, you would have definitely whimpered.

"Great", you whisper and nudge his nose with your own, quickly kissing him on the lips and sighing softly when he refuses to pull away.

"No, please don't", Sunghoon suddenly whines and throws a scrunched up tissue your way, hitting you right in the face and basically having the whole tanle erupt in absolute chaos.

Once you manage to calm down Jennifer and stop Chaewon from actually punching Hoon right in the face, Jake shoots Jay a quick look and nods before he gently tells you to say your goodbyes as well because despite having the best time, the young parent has still been on edge because the actual reason behind this whole plan hasn't happened yet.

Since Jake couldn't just break into your apartment to get everything ready, him and Sunoo have decided to keep it outside and hesd over to yours to sleep, which is why he's had two of his coworkers who still owed him a favor, set up a cute little picnic up at the park where the two of you had spent your dinner date together. Jay had told his best friend about a spring festival happening close to said park, and as if destiny had decided to be on his side for once, your arrival collided with their yearly firework show.

Everything is going to go well and even if it doesn't go as planned, Jake has promised himself to not be as strict on himself as he tends to be because he knows you'd appreciate the tiniest of gestures.

The drive to the park is rather quiet. Shy glances and sweet giggles filling the space of Jake's car as you hold his hand and try your best to not get too emotional thinking about this being the very first time someone has ever done something like this for you. And as Jaeyun remembers this, he can't help but bite his lip as he imagines the way you'll react once you see the second part of his little surprise.

As you walk to the spot his coworkers had prepared just a few minutes prior, Jaeyun listens attentively to your little rambles and enjoys the sound of your voice. He's glad you're not suspecting anything because the girls definitely let a few hints slip as they said their goodbyes. Fortunately, you were too caught up in the excitement and adrenaline of your surprise dinner to actually realise what they had said.

It doesn't take you a whole five minutes to finally arrive at the spot and as Jake slowly stops walking until he comes to stand right next to the "abandoned" picnic blanket with little cakes and chocolate fruits, candles and a neatly wrapped present the size of a little jewelry box, you just look at him with confised eyes.

"I wanted this date to be a little more special than the others", he says and smiles, patiently waiting for your reaction only for you to burst into laughter.

"No way", you say and accidentally mimick the accent of your romantic interest, making him chuckle and roll his eyes before he just nods and guides you to the blanket.

"No fucking way", you whisper and take your shoes off without missing another second, plopping down on one of the empty spots and look up at him with big, glossy eyes, "you prepared this for me?"

"Yes, Baby", Jake replies and gets rid of his own shoes to get comfortable next to you, his big puppy eyes attentively observing every single one of your reactions.

However, as soon as his gaze falls to your face, his smile drops as panic fills his body from the sight of actual tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Baby, what's-", but you don't let him finish again as you basically jump into his lap and throw yourself into his embrace, burying your face into his neck and chanting words of gratitude which easily turn incoherent from your sobbing.

Jake just chuckles and holds you tight, his hand caressing your back sweetly and waiting for you to calm down again.

You have no idea how long you stay like this but agter your brain has finally managed to process everything, you pull away and quickly hide your messed up face, only for Jake to push your hands away and pulling you into a gentle yet passionate kiss.

"Thank you so much, Jae", you whisper against his lips and sigh softly.

"No need to thank me for this, pretty girl. You deserve this and so much more", he mumbles calmly and feel his arm leaving your body as he reaches for the little gift behind you.

"Here you go, open it", the young parents says with a big smile on his pretty lips and waits for you to take the little box from his ring clad hands.

You physically can't manage to produce any words, your head is completely empty and it's like the whole world has come to a stop ever since you sat down.

But you also can't hide your curiosity and open the little gift with shaky hands, your brows shooting up and eyes widening as you read the expensive jewelry brand on the front over and over again.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to propose", Jake says as soon you open the box and are met with the sight of a cute little ring, his words probably a response to your audible gasp as you take in the fact he got you a ring of all things.

The design isn't anything crazy, something to eear on the daily to the point where taking it off wouldn't be necessary and the longer you look at it, the faster your heart starts hammering against your rib cage.

"Jake, I – wow", you whisper and look up at him with teary eyes again, gulping harshly when he takes the ring out of the box and gently pushes it down your ring finger.

"I knew I wanted to be with you the day I saw you for the first time and actually tripped over my younger brother because I couldn't believe I was actually looking at you", Jake begins and places the softest kiss on your now ringed finger before he continues.

"Nobody has ever made me feel as safe and comfortable as you, Y/N", the sound of your name falling past his lips has become so unusual, yet you still love it like you did the first time you heard him call for you, "and that's why I wanted to give you this promise ring. A promise to always be there for you, hold and understand you when you need it and trying my best to be everything you deserve. A promise to remind you of your worth and importance every day. A promise to be the boyfriend you've always dreamed of, if you accept to...be my girlfriend."

Jake's words are – as always – carefully chosen, thoughtful and deep. Something you thought you had gotten used after several months of knowing him, yet your brain struggles to actively process what he had just said since nobody, not a single soul on this earth has ever gone to these lengths just to be this sweet with you.

You've always daydreamed about a guy as dreamy and romantic as Sim Jaeyun and now this exact guy is actually asking you to be his girlfriend. With a promise ring right from the start.

The gesture, the meaning behind everything he said, his promises and the actual symbol of just how genuine and serious he is about you in your hands definitely don't fail to overwhelm you in the best way possible.

You don't even realise that you started crying again; the gentle burning on your cheeks the only thing to indicate your physical reaction to his words.

"Yes", you whisper and look up at him again, your first instinct being your hands finding home in his hair yet again before you wrap your arms around his neck and keep repeating your single worded answer.

And in exactly that moment the heaviness he's been carrying on his chest for the past few days finally vanishes as he inhales your scent and returns your hug just as tightly.

Yet another round of minutes pass by in which you do nothing but hold each other, tears finding their way down your cheeks even if you try your very best to keep it together.

"Thank you so much", you mumble yet again, placing the softest kiss on his neck and slowly letting of your tight embrace to look at the man who has managed to fulfill almost every single one of your high expectations in ways you only dared to dream of all these years.

"Thank you, pretty girl", Jake replies and gulps harshly, pushing the strands of hair out of your face to kiss your forehead and nudge his nose against yours, "thank you for making me feel like I deserve someone as good as you. Thank you for being everything I prayed for all my life. Thank you for caring so deeply about me and my brother."

You don't really know what to say in response to his words of gratitude, so all you do is smile against his lips before you finally kiss him the way you've been craving it all this time.

And this time Jake doesn't hold back.

His lips eagerly chase yours, yet remain steady and rhythmic with each of his kisses before he slowly pushes his to gue inside of your mouth and grazes your hot muscle with his own, eliciting a row of light moans from the both of you.

You quickly lose yourself in the perfect feeling of his lips on yours, his taste spreading in your mouth just the way you've come to love it and if it wasn't for the part of your brain which reminded you of your surroundings, you definitely would have gotten even further lost in him.

"F-Fuck", Jake suddenly whispers and lets out a chuckle, "we gotta stop this or I'll have to drag you to my car."

"I honestly wouldn't mind", you say quickly and dig your teeth into his bottom lip, his heavy breathing fanning your sensitive kiss and easily making your head spin.

"I know you wouldn't, pretty girl, but you're too special for the backseat of a car. I'll take care of you once we're back at your place, yeah? Can you wait a little longer?"

You nod with a soft pout on your lips, knowing Jake wants to enjoy the date and soend some more time at the place he probably spent hours to prepare, but the light disappointment is basically impossible to hide.

"Now now, angel", Jake chuckles and helps you get off his lap to face the other side of the park, a quick look on his phone letting him know it's just about time for the fireworks, "just a few more minutes, I promise."

You don't get to question his words as the sudden noise of the loud spectacle erupts out of nowhere and you're finally met with the last part of your special surprise.

Neither one of you dares to say anything because no words could do this perfect moment justice as your nee boyfriend wraps his around your body from behind and holds you close to his own, knowing things are bound to finally bound to fall in place because he finally found the calmness to his never ending storm.

(A/N: decided not to add smut bc of the nature of this chap but theyre deffo gonna get to it soon so stay tuned 😜🤞🏼 feedback of any kind esp. reblogs and comments are bery appreciated!🥺🧸🩷)

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Hello! Just wanted to say I love all your content but I wanted to ask if you had any advice/tips for running curse of strahd? I'm working on getting ready to run it with some friends/my partner and while I've run a fair amount of homebrew stuff this is my real first attempt at a legit module so I was curious if you could share anything since I believe you also are running/had run that module as well?

Thanks for asking! This is a very fun question!

I have indeed run Curse of Strahd. It was my first foray into long-term DMing and my team and I finished that campaign a little under a year ago. It was awesome, and I'm always excited to talk about it. Curse of Strahd had be a great game if everyone is on the same page!

First of all, I'm gonna say

Having Experience with Homebrew will be a huge boon

When I ran CoS, I followed the actual module about... 60% of the time. It was good... as a baseline/blueprint. But the reality is that I changed up a lot of the details. Either because I didn't like the vibes of the story, or because the plot points were antithetical to my team's goals. I changed up an entire floor of Ravenloft. I threw away a whole storyline for a major NPC because I felt it was too boring.

I think most people who run Curse of Strahd do this, actually. I've heard countless tales of how others Homebrewed their own meat onto the skeleton, and still came out of the campaign with an awesome, Strahd flavored experience. So don't worry about that part.

Here's my advice:

1. Everyone should vibe with what Strahd IS as a game.

Strahd can be a lot of things - you can Homebrew your own motivations into him, or make him a her, or change the history of his castle if need be. But if there's one thing Curse of Strahd is... it is DARK.

The Venn Diagram of Parties Who Understand That Suffering Can Be Fun To Roleplay and Parties Who Had A Good Time Doing CoS is probably a circle. You cannot do this adventure with a group of people who just want to hit monsters a whole bunch. It's an inherently 'oh my god this SUCKS' adventure. That's the main theme. Your players need to be able to enjoy that sort of game, otherwise they will just be miserable.

One of my players, upon arriving in Barovia, immediately said 'I hate it here' and then continued to say it for the rest of the campaign. That is kind of the catchphrase of CoS. Your players need to be comfortable with that sort of bleak horror and overall misery. It makes the end and the potential to finally end Strahd worth it.

That being said, Strahd can also just be... a lot. It has death and torture and psychological horror in there. KIDS DIE. Please discuss this stuff with your table, and remove elements if they guarantee a bad experience for everyone!

(Yes, you can trim down some of the viscera if you need to, that's fine. But keep in mind it will still be tragic. It SHOULD still be tragic. I set some boundaries for myself, but I also killed a whole town in an avalanche. It happened to be the only town my players had grown to like. It was a dick move. It was exactly what you would expect to happen.)

2. Read ahead - A LOT AHEAD.

For a self-contained world, Barovia isn't actually that big. It's a very small map, compared to some that span continents. That means you have the ability to flesh it out, as it were.

To add to that... some areas are... severely underdeveloped plot-wise. Sometimes there are places your players will go where it FEELS like it should link up to another point in the game but it just... doesn't. There is room to expand there. Use your Homebrew skills to connect the dots that the module doesn't!

I greatly recommend taking the time to either read through the whole adventure OR listen through some video-essays. There IS some cool stuff that comes in in the later game that you can grab and put down breadcrumbs for from day one. Or add to your own story twists.

My recommended resource for this is the Curse of Strahd DM's Guide video series.

...and to that end...

3. Start living in Ravenloft Castle WAY before your players get there.

Listen..........listen. look.

Look at this, and suffer as all GMs have suffered.

Castle Ravenloft is unarguably the biggest, stupidest, most architecturally ludicrous hurdle when it comes to GMing CoS. And I am here to tell you - IT IS DOABLE.

You can understand the castle, you can grow comfortable with it. But you need to start early. Hell, I think I began to set up Ravenloft maps before my players even knew it existed. Then I stopped, because I was scared.. but then I went back, and I.... roleplayed SOLO on my off-days! I set up little scenes between Strahd and others and imagined him setting traps, and doing other things. It helped me understand which staircase led to where, and what floors were accessible from which angles.

A part of me actually thinks that there should be a mini GMs-only class where a more experienced Strahd GM takes some time with other GMs to guide them through a map of the castle. A CoS Learning Oneshot, if you will.

There's also a LOT of talented mapmakers that create beautiful, digital CoS maps! Here's one:

Even if you are playing analogue, at a physical table, I greatly encourage you to check it out for reference. The official CoS maps are bleak and a little bit more... rustic? Than they are gothic.

Anyway, in order to avoid talking your ear off, I will end it here.

My last bit of advice is... to have fun!

Yes I know I just said that Strahd is an inherently bad-vibes game. But it's actually GOOD to let your players goof off now and then. Don't be afraid to let them do shenanigans. It builds character, and allows them to regain the energy they need to role-play properly heavy elements later.

My group did a whole bunch of funny stuff. They felt so bad about losing Ireena that when they saw Ismark, instead of explaining themselves to him they cast Darkness and tried to scramble away. There was a running joke that the cleric was too good to know about sex, so they used the euphemism 'play cards' around her, much to everyone's amusement. They got kicked by a walking house once and never forgot nor forgave. And finally, they defeated some Flame Skulls by putting them into a bag of holding.

Anyway, the point is... have fun! I wish you and your party the best of luck. :)

#chekhov answers #curse of strahd #cos #ttrpg #dnd #5e #d&d #cos 5e

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in1-nutshell · 1 month

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This came to me while ask were closed, but now they are open :)

Okay, okay, I know this is a stretch, but hear me out. Let's say Buddy is a young maximal (I'm thinking leopard) who somehow escaped their universe and ended up on lost light. How would the lost light crew react? (I think this buddy would be an ankle biter for funsies)

Back into Beast wars! Lets go!

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy the Maximal getting sent to the Lost Light

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronain reader

BW/MTMTE

Buddy has a leopard alt mode.

They are Cheetor’s Amica

Buddy had been with the Maximals since the very beginning.

From busting Predacon behind or busting their own helm into a tree in one of Cheetor’s pranks.

Being Cheetor’s Amica can do that to you.

This evening seemed to be going as normally as it could.

Maximal’s vs Predacons.

Good vs bad.

The battle was going to the Maximal’s favor.

Buddy had just finished off Inferno when they saw something in the distance.

Tarantulas aiming a weird looking gun at their Amica.

Buddy sprinted in their leopard mode to Cheetor.

“CHEETOR! CHEETOR LOOK OUT! GET OUT OF THE WAY!”--Buddy

Cheetor turns as Tarantulas fired the weapon.

He froze in his place.

Buddy leaped in front of Cheetor taking the hit.

A blinding light surrounded them and vanished into thin air.

Cheetor looks in horror at the spot where his Amica was.

The rest of the fighting had stopped when they saw the light.

“Interesting… it wasn’t supposed to do that.”--Tarantulas

Cheetor turns in anger to the Predacon

“WHAT DID YOU DO!”--Cheetor

Transforming into his beast mode Cheetor is ready to maw the Predacon.

Optimus Primal holds him back as he thrashes around.

“Maximal’s fall back!”--Optimus

“Fall back?! No! Buddy needs us! Buddy needs me! We can’t just—”--Cheetor

“Cheetor right now we need to make it back to the base alive. We can worry about Buddy when we are safe.”--Optimus

“Buddy’s not safe!”--Cheetor

“If Buddy is dead do you want to make their act in vain?!”--Dinobot

Cheetor tenses up in Primal’s arms letting him be carried to the base.

Buddy’s helm is pounding and feels someone picking them up by the scruff of their neck.

Rodimus is just confused.

One minute he was walking away from one of Magnus’s boring meetings when this fur ball hit him in the helm.

He wants answers.

Buddy is quick to realize that they are at a huge height disadvantage of this potential enemy and decides to do the next best thing.

They bite his servo.

“OWWW! PRIMUS WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”--Rodimus

Buddy gets dropped to the floor and gets ready to book it when Rodimus grabs their tail.

“Hey! Let go of me!”--Buddy

“You bit me!”--Rodimus

“I don’t know who you are!”--Buddy

“So, you just bite bots you don’t know?”--Rodimus

“Pretty much!”--Buddy

Rodimus pointing to his chassis.

“I’m an Autobot. I’m one of the good guys.”--Rodimus

Buddy immediately stops struggling and looks at him curiously.

“You an Autobot? Haven’t heard anyone saw they were an Autobot in a few decades.”--Buddy

“Decades? What do you mean?”--Rodimus

“I mean that its only Maximals and Predacons now. Only those who survived the Great War still go by Autobot and Decepticon…”--Buddy

Buddy looks around and starts thinking.

“…I think I’m far from home…”--Buddy

Rodimus looks with a bit of sympathy to the smaller bot who was starting to come to terms with the fact they were in a place nowhere near their home.

They looked concerned and a bit frightened.

“Listen, I’m one of the Co-captains of this ship. I think I know a couple of mechs who can help.”--Rodimus

Rodimus extends his servo.

“What do you say? Friends?”--Rodimus

Buddy looks at him and his servo.

They shake his servo and begin to follow him to the lab.

“What’s your name anyway?”--Rodimus

“I’m Buddy.”--Buddy

“Buddy? Sounds more of an Earth name.”--Rodimus

“I get that a lot. And you?”--Buddy

“Rodimus Prime.”--Rodimus

Buddy stops in wide optic.

“YOU’RE Rodimus Prime?! Really!”--Buddy

Rodimus puffs his chassis a bit.

“Yes I am—”--Rodimus

“Oh Primus! I just bit my Amica’s ancestor!”--Buddy

“Your What?!”--Rodimus

There is a lot of explanation to do with Brainstorm, Perceptor and Nautica when Rodimus walks in with a smaller, much furrier bot by his side.

Brainstorm is just buzzing hearing about a new dimension.

Buddy just wants to get back home to their Amica.

Good news was that whatever gun Tarantulas shot them with was temporary. They would go back home as soon as the effects wore off.

The bad news was there was no way in predicting how long they were going to stay in this dimension.

For now, Buddy becomes an honorary crew member until they go back home.

Rodimus sets up a meeting and greet in Swerve’s for Buddy to meet the crew.

It was almost cute seeing Buddy freak out seeing some of the bots from the stories back home.

Buddy looks over at Drift with wide optic.

“Is that who I think it is?”--Buddy

Swerve looking at Ratchet who is talking to Drift and Rodimus.

“Who Drift? Yeah, that’s him—Buddy?”--Swerve

Buddy speed walks to Drift in their beast mode and happily hops to the bar top and sits in front of him and Ratchet.

“Hello?”--Ratchet

Buddy just stares at both with wide adoring optics.

Drift raises an optic.

Buddy starts purring.

“That’s new…”--Rodimus

“They’re just purring, that not new.”--Ravage

“How do you know that Ravage?”--Drift

“That’s an off-topic question.”—Ravage

Buddy wasn’t going to tell them about that yet.

Speaking of Ravage, Buddy and him got along surprisingly well all things considered.

Buddy and Megatron… that one was a bit more complicated.

Buddy staring at the giant grey mech in front of them.

“…”--Buddy

Megatron was getting uncomfortable.

“Do you need something?”--Megatron

Buddy keeps on staring.

“…At least your not a purple dinosaur.”--Buddy

“A what?”--Megatron

“A WHAT!?”—Whirl

A few more days pass and Buddy starts feeling all tingly.

They had a feeling that they were going to get sent home now.

Buddy raced all around the ship telling their goodbyes to their friends.

“Goodbye everyone! Thank you for everything!”--Buddy

“No problem, Buddy! Let us know next time you’re in our dimension again! Maybe we can go meteor surfing!”--Rodimus

“Rodimus that is a terrible idea.”--Ratchet

“Great grandpa Ratchet’s right.”--Buddy

“…”--Everyone

“WHAT!”--Everyone

“BYE!”--Buddy

Meanwhile in Beast wars…

Buddy pops into existence in the base landing on Rattrap.

“AAAAAHHHHHHH!”--Rattrap

“Rattrap its me! Stop screaming!”--Buddy

Buddy gets off Rattrap and helps him up.

Rattrap blinks several times before whacking Buddy with a wrench.

“OW!”--Buddy

“You deserve so much more than that kid! Do you have any idea how long we were looking for you? And so, what? For you to just pop into existence!?”--Rattrap

Buddy rubs their helm a bit.

“I guess?”--Buddy

Rattrap sighs before giving them a quick side hug.

“Its… its good to have you back Buddy. Now go find your Amica. He’s been acting all crazy since you pulled that stunt.”--Rattrap

“Yeah I—”--Buddy

“BUDDY!?”--Cheetor

Rapid pede steps start getting closer.

“…Do you think I can out run him?”--Buddy

“With the messed up weeks he’s had, not likely.”--Rattrap

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #idw mtmte #mtmte x reader #mtmte x platonic reader #beast wars x platonic reader #transformers beast wars #beast wars x reader

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Drawn Together 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, obsession, intimidation, and other dark elements.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: You get a tattoo on an impulse to break your routine, but you walk away with something else as permanent as the ink.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You wring your hands as you watch Steve drift along the other wall. The white tee shirt makes the ink on his arms seem starker as he has a thumb hook in his jean pocket, the other reaching to take an oval frame from the console table.

You squeeze your fingers tight, until they might crack, then release the tension along with your breath. He sets the picture back down and stands straight, looking around emphatically.

“Nice place,” he remarks as he faces you, “lots of space for you… and your… boyfriend?”

You watch him dully, “it’s nice.”

He is unfazed by your blunt deflection, “these old century townhouses, there’s not many of those left. I remember my mother lived in one. A few streets away.” He nears you and you brace yourself. He angles his arm towards you and shows you a banner that reads, ‘Brooklyn strong’.

“Oh, that’s very nice,” you lean back on your heel and pivot. “We should probably get started, we’re already behind.”

“You’re from Brooklyn too?” He asks as he goes to the bench.

“Grandparents lived here. They left me the place.” You take out a folder, the typical package you have ready for beginners, “we’ll start by tracing your hands.”

“Alright,” he stands close as you open the folder on the back of the piano. You turn and pluck a pencil from the jar on the shelf.

“It’s just… an exercise,” you explain as you hand him the pencil, “trace left then right and label them left and right.”

“Oh, wow,” he accepts the pencil, “this feels like grade school.”

“Hmm, well, yeah, my students are typically younger… my older students have a little more experience.”

“No, no, I’m excited,” he says as he spreads out his hand on the paper. His hand is huge.

You spin again and slip out another looseleaf and hand it over, “for your other hand.”

You set it down on the polished wood and he thanks you quietly as he focuses on following the outline of his long fingers. Looking at his hand makes you feel tiny. Your eyes scan the small stars on each knuckle, red, white, and blue. The ring finger is untouched.

He finishes the exercise and you go over the five-finger system with him. It feels so ridiculous. He’s not a child but you find it simple and easy. When you have that all done, you fold up the file and put it aside.

“Sit,” you gesture to the upholstery.

He obeys, looking down at the keys as he rests his hands on his jeans. You think about grabbing a stool as you consider the limited expanse left beside him. You can fit. You lower yourself and hit a key.

“We’ll go over the musical alphabet now, low to high.”

You sense his gaze, intent on you as you go through the usual introduction. You pause and have him repeat what you just did on the keys. He does it slowly as his arm presses to yours.

“Now from middle C,” you instruct and demonstrate. “You want your hands at middle C.” You raise your hands, “left: F-G-A-B-C, right: C-D-E-F-G. Thumbs together.”

“Right,” he does exactly as you say. He has good form as he keeps his hands on the keys but not heavy.

“Good,” you get up and take the metal TV tray from the small rack tucked beside the shelf. You unfold one and bring it around to his elbow. Your grandfather always had one open beside his leather chair. The paint shows the wear. “Now, we will go through a warm up and have you write it out.”

“Okay,” he watches you. His blue eyes are so brilliant and intense. You realise, he’s been looking at you for longer than you knew. You take the folder and open it up again. “I appreciate the patience.”

“Oh, no, don’t worry,” you spread out a blank sheet, “you’re much less fidgety than a six-year old.”

“I hope so,” he chuckles.

“So, our goal by the end is for you to play one song. Does that sound good?”

“A whole song?” He echoes, “uh, yeah, I can do that.”

“Nothing too complicated,” you turn the folder to him and put the pencil across it, “so as we learn, we’ll write down what we play and this will help you learn to read music.”

“Right, let’s do the spider song as our warm-up,” you stand beside the piano. You can’t bear to sit next to him, not as you feel the sweat still speckling on your neck and beading under your hairline.

“Spider song?” He grins, “that’d be a good tat, huh? A spider?”

“Um, I guess, I…”

“You’re not spider girl, though,” he says, “flowers.” He glances over at the window sill then back to you. His eyes descend slowly and you struggle not to wilt. You feel like he’s looking right through you, “poppies.”

You nod and shift your feet closer together, “I appreciate the simplicity.”

“Ha, I can never keep a plant alive,” he snorts, “you must just have that gentle touch that helps them thrive.”

“Well, um, I think we should get started,” you cross your arms and stride behind him, going to the other side of the piano. “Middle C.”

🎹

The lesson is as successful as any other. You stand at the corner of the piano as Steve keys out Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star. He hits the last note with the same pride shown by the bouncing seven-year olds that perch in that very spot daily.

“Great. You got your first song,” you say, “there’s a print-out in the folder,” you point beyond him, “it shows the keys, I know it’s not the same but it’s a good way to practice position. You can use that if you want to practice between lessons.”

“Between lessons,” he pulls his hands into his lap, “does that mean I passed? I get to come back?”

“That’s up to you. If you really want to learn, you’re going to need to keep at it. Older students tend to take a little longer. Um, sorry, not to… I hope that isn’t insulting.”

“Nope,” he claps his legs and turns, standing from the bench. He pushes his head side to side and cracks his neck, “I’ve always needed a little extra love, you know? I can be a bit bullheaded. Sam says I got a thick skull.”

You know he’s trying to be friendly. There’s just something off. You still can’t believe he’s really there or that you let him in. To that point, you’ve been going through a routine, letting the steps guide you through. Now, you’re at a loss. There is no parent coming to usher him out of your home.

“I got the fee,” he reaches in his back pocket and pulls out his wallet, “I guess I should’ve paid at the start.”

“No, uh, that’s fine,” you eke out.

“So uh, same time next week? Do you think maybe I could come back sooner?”

“Um, I’d have to look at my schedule. I’ll call–”

He holds out several bills and you accept them quietly. You always find the payment is awkward, even if it’s the whole point. You are offering a service, you deserve everything you earn.

“Great, I’ll keep my phone close.”

The silence rises to strangle you. You peer around, grasping the bills tightly. What do you say to make him go? It’ll be easier to tell him you’re at capacity over the phone but you can’t then. Not to his face.

“You know, I still didn’t get a good look at your piece. Do you mind?”

“What?” You look at him.

“Your ink,” he nods at your feet, “do you mind if–”

He doesn't finish his question as he bends to look at your legs. You sway uncertainly and turn, pointing your toe to present your ankle to him. You don’t know what else to do. He examines it and you wince as he reaches to touch the skin beside it.

“Sam’s a talented guy,” he drags his fingertips away and stands, “helps when you have a great canvas. It suits you, sweetheart.”

Your brows rise as you gape at him. You quickly snap your mouth shut and fold your hands together. Your heart is pulsing behind your ears. You need him gone. This is your space and he’s intruded for long enough. The lesson is over.

“Don’t forget your folder,” you flit away from him and fold up the file, “here.” You face him again and push it against his chest, “I have to clean up for my next lesson.”

“Clean– this place is immaculate,” he looks around as he clutches the folder by the edges, “I don’t think–”

“Please, I have a lesson to prepare. Don’t forget to practice.”

You take a step back as he gazes at you. Unmoving. You might be telling him to go but it’s entirely his decision. Your nerves ping at the thought that you could not make him go. That if he stays long enough, he’ll realise your lie. Your excuse. He is your only lesson that day.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he relents at last as he tucks the folder under his arm, “see ya next week.”

You’re paralysed as you watch him cross the room. He disappears down the stairs and you listen to the creak of each step. At the bottom, you hear him shuffling around and when you find the courage to go look down, the door closes behind him.

You hurry down the stairs and quickly twist the lock. You let out your breath and lean into the wind as you let out a shuddery breath. His scent lingers. You’ll have to open some windows and light some incense. Hopefully, you can forget all about him.

#drawn together #tattoo au #steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #series #au #mcu #marvel #captain america #falcon #sam wilson

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coffincestuous · 2 months

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the progress report!! #3

happy march 1st!! kit9’s third progress report dropped today with a special bonus from nemlei!!

firat things first, we have The Entity in the thumbnail!! are they a little bigger to anyone else..? just me? anyways, the lights are a fun addition to the demon/dream world. i’m sure this has no importance whatsoever (lying)

next, we have… this. our dear protagonists caught in a compromising position, oh no!! seriously, though. what are they doing here? were they going to fuck in the car? good for them!! they don’t look very pleased to be disturbed by whoever this is, or disturbed at all. hopefully this isn’t anyone they used to know.

here, we have… the chapter two decay route vision area. you know, the one where andrew is chasing down ashley to murder her or get murdered.

yeah, that one.

it’s very interesting that we come back here. i wonder if this is still the decay route? also, why are we only seeing andrew’s little pixel sprite here? is she on one of the other sections? is this her vision or andrew’s? it seems to me that it’s ashley’s, considering we’ve been here before, but who knows!! there’s an axe and a signpost missing, and the tone of this preview reads a whole lot differently than the vision did at the end of chapter two.

i wonder what has prompted ashley to ask andrew what he wants? i wonder if he’ll be honest? i wonder if this is an important moment, or if it’s just them fucking around? god, i’m SO excited

little andy spotted!! and mrs graves. she is clearly unhappy about something, and i’m thinking it has to do with leyley. doesn’t it always, when it comes to mrs. graves? my guess is that she’s asking him to keep her out of trouble, but it’s just a guess. we’ve seen before that he only curls up in a ball like this when he’s really upset (and still does it as an adult). poor thing.

here, we see andrew with the entity in the thumbnail area, with the lights and everything. shout out to the little darkened souls in the far corners of the picture. our dear andrew is trying to negotiate with the demon.

i think that this is a huge moment in the game and the plot going forward!! assuming this is the burial route, ashley’s been asked to bring him along, AND he has that hex mark on his hand!! this demon is going to steal his soul!! ashley’s gonna be mad.

this could potentially happen in the decay route, too. if we assume the earlier dream/vision sequence is decay, this could be decay. maybe he’s going to meet the entity on his own regardless of what happens with ashley. again, who knows!!

[id: a screenshot of steam. the text reads “Next Episode. From the work completed so far, this episode will be the longest yet. Even in its unfinished state, it is roughly the length of both previous episodes combined. / Once finished, this episode will be released as a major content update, and work on the final episode will begin. / It is still too soon to give any release dates.” end id.]

before, nemlei had said episode three will be split into two separate chapters (one for each route), but maybe this has changed!! the length is… beyond my expectations, truthfully!! it’s longer than both episode one and two combined. holy shit??? that’s So Much Content. i think i will officially be losing my mind upon its release, and even more so when the game is finished. omg!!!!!!

finally, we have THIS!!!!

thank you nemlei. she knows what her fans want to see :33

(i think i need to set this as my phone background or something. it’s SO CUTE!!! i don’t even know where to start expressing my absolute JOY with this image!!!)

#tcoaal #the coffin of andy and leyley #andrew graves #coffincest #tcoaal screencaps #devlog #coffin.txt

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hrts4hanniehae · 4 months

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clutch || one

there are written parts :)

the good thing about being a game streamer was that when you were famous, your salary was kind of high. the bad thing was that the streaming platform wonwoo uses... started taking a huge cut of his earnings, leading him to this situation.

voice call

"okay to be honest, wonwoo, you were kind of stupid in the sense that you didn't buy your house but rented instead."- mingyu

"2 years ago, i was broke, mingyu. i just finished university and needed a place big enough for me and seollie. this place was very cheap for the amount of space." - wonwoo

"can't you buy this place outright? you have the money... right?" - mingyu

"my streaming platform started taking 30% of my earnings. and the building's owner changed, so there was a rent increase. it'll take me a long time to buy this apartment outright. by the time i can, i'll be in debt." - wonwoo

"so a roommate!" - mingyu

"why can't you be my roommate?" - wonwoo

"i already bought myself a place. plus your apartment is really far from my restaurant." - mingyu

"so how do you come by every morning to cook me food?" - wonwoo

"my restaurant is only open for dinner. i'm a celebrity chef, wonwoo. if it was open the whole day, i wouldn't get any rest. anyways, talk to the girl. she may be quite a good roommate for you." - mingyu

"sure..." - wonwoo

she fixed her hair and checked her face in her camera again. this was her 5th try at apartment hunting. when her ex-boyfriend decided to cheat on her and steal her studio apartment, she lost many things. apparently, no one liked rooming with an artist because they were "messy" and may dirty the apartment.

"i swear if this guy rejects me i have no options left... please oh my god PLEASE let me stay here... don't screw up the interview..."

"yn ln?"

mind you, she had never seen her potential roommate's face before and she definitely did not expect someone of MODEL STANDARDS to be calling her name.

"jeon wunwoo?"

"wonwoo. jeon wonwoo."

ah... i've already screwed up.

"oh i'm so sorry..."

"it's fine. come on up."

she's funny... who the hell monologues out loud?

"so these will be your rooms. they're connected by the closet." - wonwoo

"i get two rooms?" - yn

"don't you need space to do your art?" - wonwoo

"oh. oh yea. thank you." - yn

"oh yea. i also have a dog, seollie. she's my family dog. i hope your not allergic." - wonwoo

"i'm not. I love dogs!" - yn

"that's good. also, there's only one bathroom so please remember to knock before entering." - wonwoo

"ah okay. wait but i thought we were having an interview. you're showing me around as if you've already decided i'm moving in." - yn

"are you not?" - wonwoo

"oh i am?" - yn

"i prefer to deal with things quickly. this roommate idea was my friend's, not mine. so i would really rather the first "candidate" be the last." - wonwoo

"i have no complaints. when can i move in? i promise i'll be out of here by the end of next year." - yn

"we have a deal. you can move in starting tomorrow." - wonwoo

"any roommate rules or do we draft that out tomorrow?" - yn

"... tomorrow." - wonwoo

"great. thanks. I'll be back tomorrow with my stuff." - yn

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

a/n - i screw up the tweet dates A LOT so please just ignore them most of the time okay... I don't like the dates either but my app doesn't let me remove them also i'm assuming seollie is a sheepadoodle and a female and i'm so sorry if i'm wrong but there's too little info on wonwoo's family dog to be accurate.

synopsis: wonwoo is a popular streamer known for his incredible gaming skills and good looks. He turned heads. but he hates the attention. he just wants to play games and earn money. one day he receives a letter. his apartment’s rent has almost doubled. no warnings at all. his current paycheck from streaming can’t shoulder those bills. he has no choice but to rent out his spare room. to who? a fresh art university graduate who has… 1. a stable job ✅ 2. talent for art and sculpting ✅ 3. many friends ❌ 4. social anxiety ✅ 5. no filter ✅ when his iconic cat logo gets copystriked, she comes to the rescue with a new logo for him. when his apartment’s walls start peeling, she fixes it. whatever he used to struggle with… the empty space... was now filled by her. so what does he *last player standing* do when her ex *enemy spotted* tries to take her back? heh. *clutch* he clutches.

inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)

pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)

genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao

warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks

started: 28.12.23 ended: ?

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silvermaplealder · 3 days

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Follow the Leader: Chapter 1

I wrote this because I love body-switching trope stories and I decided to share this one.

Story Summary: David switches bodies with a stranger, Michael Emerson, after a motorcycle accident. Michael has to take on the role of a vampire gang leader while David has to adapt to a domestic human life until they can figure out how to change back.

Chapter Summary: David has to deal with the stresses of being the lead vampire of his pack. There is more to making life run smoothly as a vampire besides existing and looking cool

Word Count: 3165

David stood just outside the cave, taking a drag of his cigarette. His eyes scanned the horizon, watching the last rays of the sun disappear beyond the water. Food, he thought to himself. Fuck, we need gas… he adjusted his gaze to his hands as he mentally listed off the chores for today. Eating, refueling, mending part of his jacket. The list went on and on.

The thing about being the leader of his crew was having to keep track of everything happening. His boys were demanding when it came to lifestyles. He had to keep track of getting fuel and repairs for the bikes. He had to keep up with all of their little hobbies. Buying the cigarettes for himself, the weed that they shared, the alcohol, the art supplies for Marko, the list never ended.

Being a vampire came with a lot of responsibilities.

He finished his cigarette and headed back into the cave. The other three boys were finally awake. When the bleach blonde arrived, the boys sat up and gave him their attention. “Breakfast?” Marko asked immediately.

“Yes. There were a couple of those assholes from the other day-” David began.

“Dewy and Martin, right?” Paul cut in quickly.

David inclined his head. “Yes. I expect we’ll find them on the boardwalk. They’re our target tonight.”

“What about that chick Donna?” Marko asked.

David shook his head. “No, not yet. Later this week.”

“But what if I’m still hungry?” the youngest whined.

The leader sighed softly, looking over the curly haired vampire. He hated having to ration food. It wasn’t fair. “We can grab a snack on the boardwalk later,” David promised. “Let’s head out.”

The crew followed David obediently to the bikes. The vampires mounted the motorcycles and headed to town.

How’d the stalking go last night? David telepathically asked Dwayne over the sounds of their engines.

Just fine. Dewy and Martin should be heading to the arcade tonight if nothing’s changed, Dwayne responded.

Good. Let’s hope they’re there. David led the pack straight into town towards the main parking lot of the boardwalk.

We could go after Donna as a plan B, Dwayne responded as they rolled up to park their bikes. It’s Tuesday and last I checked she had a spinning class that ends at nine.

David sat back on his bike as he cut the engine. He fished a pocket watch out of his coat to check the time. Then we don’t have much time. Those brats better be at the arcade. David was quick to lead the way onto the boardwalk. He couldn’t risk missing out on the potential meals. Grabbing someone random was always a huge risk.

The pack of vampires stalked down the boardwalk. David kept his eyes ahead of him, never faltering from the entrance to the arcade. He brought the rest of the pack up behind him as he slipped into the largest arcade on the boardwalk. Fan out, let’s find them, he demanded.

The vampires scattered quickly. David’s eyes were as sharp as a hawk’s. He scanned the tourists, searching for the two late teens who had harassed Paul almost three weeks ago. The teens were quickly added to their menu, but David didn’t want to snatch them right away. They were young and foolish. Someone would be looking for them if they didn’t come home. But he waited and watched. Last week, Dewy got kicked out of his family’s house for attacking his younger sister. Martin was housing him at his folk’s house, but Martin’s family was away in Los Angeles this week. Two boys, all alone. No one would know they’re gone for days.

The bleach blonde carefully admired the people he passed. He felt compelled to start stalking them. Tourists were so curious to him. He loved following them and figuring out their lives. He’d watch them from the windows of the hotels. He’d follow them on the rooftops across town. He’d listen in on their conversations and find out who they were and what they did. There were plenty of perfect meals wandering the boardwalk. He just had to find the right one and strike when the time was right.

Found them! Paul’s voice cut through the leader’s skull.

David sensed his companion and snaked through the crowd. The four vampires surrounded the teens without their knowledge. David’s eyes scouted through the crowd. The arcade was busy this evening. He could start a scene and provoke the teens into a fight. But then security would be called and tourists would remember their faces. Loss of good prey.

Marko, Dwayne, wait outside by the river. Paul and I will lure them there. Dwayne and Marko were quick to follow his orders. David liked to keep Marko out of potentially heated encounters since the young vampire had a temper.

The bleach blonde approached the teens. “Well,” he stated, alerting them to his presence. “Dooby, right?” His tone was drenched in mockery.

The hot headed Dewy whirled around on David. It took him a moment to recognize the older boy and his companion that he saw a few weeks back. “Oh, it’s you,” Dewy remarked. The teen looked David over before giving a sneer. “Couldn’t find anything else besides your grandmother’s dress to wear today?”

David gave a small mockery laugh. “It’s called having class, kid. Something you’ll never have.” The vampire looked the brat’s outfit over. He lashed out a hand and snatched the boy’s chain around his neck. He yanked it off harshly, resulting in hatred flashing across the kid’s face. “Only dogs wear chains,” David teased.

“Oh you’re on pal,” the boy hissed.

David turned on his heel and shoved through the arcade. Get to the edge of the boardwalk, and quickly, David instructed.

Paul nodded and quickly disappeared among the crowd.

The boys weren’t interested in his taller companion. Dewy and Martin stayed on David’s heels as the vampire brought the two straight out of the arcade building. He paused just enough to rile up Dewy enough to lunge for him. David sidestepped the teen and then ran towards the river.

Paul stalked just out of sight. He followed the chase past the roller coaster and down towards the river. Dwayne and Marko stood their ground in the darkness, waiting for the ambush.

David brought the teens towards the river bank and paused. He looked over to Paul who came behind the boys. “You want this piece of junk so bad?” David taunted. He tossed it over their heads to Paul. “Then come get it.”

Dewy shoved the bleach blonde backwards. David took a short stumble back and scanned the surroundings. The boys turned to Paul who stood his ground with the necklace held over his head.

No watchful eyes. The coast was clear. Go. Feast.

Marko and Dwayne were quick to swoop in from the shadows. Paul threw the chain to the ground before latching onto one of the teens.

The three vampires tore the boys apart before they could make a sound. David kept a few steps back to watch his pack feed. The scent of blood forced his fangs to slide out. His stomach cramped in hunger, but he kept his distance. Marko pulled at one of the boys, trying to get more than his fair fill. Dwayne and Paul shared a glance but they tugged the second boy closer to them.

David turned away from the carnage to get away from the blood. When the boys were finished they washed up in the river. Marko splashed Paul with some of the water, causing the two of them to start wrestling playfully.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” Dwayne whispered to David softly.

David glanced over to the playing blondes. He exhaled. “I’ll grab a snack later. You’ve seen how Marko gets when he’s still hungry. I can handle my hunger.”

“That’s fair,” Dwayne commented.

David let the dark haired vampire break the two fighting blondes apart while he turned his attention to the bodies. He scooped them up easily and admired the work that his boys did. Teeth and claw marks all over their bodies. David grabbed at Dewy’s arm with his teeth trying to get a taste of his blood. There wasn’t much left, but he managed to get a couple swallows in. He took to the sky and dumped the bodies into the ocean.

He rejoined the other vampires on the boardwalk. The three of them anxiously waited for their leader to return. The second he did, Paul headbutted the bleach blonde playfully. David grunted and Marko gave the taller vampire a smack. The two of them started nudging each other until David clicked his tongue for them to cut it out.

“David, can we go back to the arcade?” Marko begged.

“Got no money for arcade tonight, boys,” he replied. “Why don't you and Paul put those quick fingers to work and snatch some cash, hm? Bring me back a pack of cigs.” The blonde vampires playfully saluted their leader before charging off into the sea of people. “How's Veronica?” He asked to his last companion.

Dwayne shrugged. “Haven't seen her in a week or so. Not since Tony showed up not long ago.”

“Put them on the menu for tomorrow,” David ordered. “Get an idea for where they'll be.”

Dwayne nodded. “You want to come with?” He offered.

David pulled out a cigarette and lit it carefully. “I wish, but I have to meet with Max. We'll all catch up at the bikes later. We'll need to fuel up and then we can get back to the nest. Hopefully the blonde terrors can get a good stash tonight. We could use the money.”

Dwayne gently put his hand on David's shoulder. David leaned into the touch to show his appreciation. “I'll bring you home something to eat,” he promised. David gave him a warm smile. He trusted Dwayne picking something safe for him. Dwayne was always his rock. The man could steady David through any storm. “Got my eye on this kid down by the docks. No family. No friends. Real loner.”

“You're quite the hunter,” David praised. “Tell you what. Let me finish up with Max and then I'll meet you by the docks. We can grab the kid and then stalk Veronica.”

David made quick work of his chores knowing that he'd get something to eat when he was finished. As Max's oldest boy, David took the role of being second in command. He met with Max regularly to discuss the town and what plans they had for it. Max wanted to expand his reach into the local government whereas David wanted more freedom. Max didn't mind what the boys did, as long as it kept the city on their toes, but didn't have the locals with torches and pitchforks searching for them. Max liked the uneasiness of the town. He could use fear to control the local population. And since David and his crew were the root of the fear that drove this town wild, Max had more control than anyone realized.

After their meeting, David returned to the docks to meet Dwayne. The poor man's boat dock, as the boys took to calling the smaller one, had fishing boats and was the main launch for canoes, kayaks, and other small boats. For the rich who had nice luxury boats, they were stored on a separate dock with security cameras and a regular patrolling guard.

But on this dock, a young boy sat at the edge of the dock. David had seen him before but sorted him into a “starvation” category on his menu. The boy was barely in his early teens, but clearly running on his own. Scars coated his visible skin showing signs of abuse over many years.

The boys didn't typically eat kids. Kids didn't have nearly as much blood as their adult counterparts. They weren't as filling and oftentimes would only result in angry parents. Of course during the off season all humans were game, size and age no longer mattered. But when the summer was full swing and thousands of new meat hit the streets each night, there was no need to feed on the young.

But tonight David's hunger was gnawing at him hard. The kid had no one to go home to. No one to love him. The vampire saw it more as a mercy killing.

Dwayne watched as his leader swooped down onto the child and quickly ended him. There was no fight. David knew when it was appropriate to play with his food and when he just had to go for the kill. When he was finished, the two vampires returned to their bikes to refuel and regroup with Paul and Marko.

David and Dwayne sat on their bikes in the parking lot as the blondes came barrelling from the boardwalk. David held his hand out as Marko dropped a pack of cigarettes in it. It wasn't a brand that he preferred, but it didn't matter when it was given to him. He examined the pack seeing that they must have lifted it from someone's pocket. “Good work boys,” he praised, resulting in a happy noise from the smallest.

“Got two hundred dollars today, David!” Paul bounced over to his bike excitedly.

David gave him a warm smile. “That's very good. Why don't you two grab some gas on the way back and meet Dwayne and I at the nest later? We're stalking tonight.”

“Can we come?” Marko pleaded. He gave David his big, puppy dog eyes.

David propped his wrists up on his handlebars. He liked having the younger two learn hunting skills, but they tended to get in the way. “If you want to do some stalking, why don't you two check out that motel on Edmund? Watch the residents and see if you can get a running list of who's there and who'd make a good meal.”

“Got it!” Paul cheered.

“Remember, it has to be low profile. Figure out their check out date so we can figure out when to grab them.” David started up his engine. “No snacking.”

The blondes, given their new orders, excitedly got onto their bikes and headed off to complete them. The motel on Edmund was a good mark for fresh blood, but it wasn't in the best shape so the place was never fully booked. Even with it's low prices, people liked to avoid it. It was a common motel to hide from one's spouse while hooking up, or a cheap place for drunken men to bring women they met at the bar. But every once and a while, a good meal would stay for a few days.

David pulled out of the parking lot with Dwayne at his side. They had to make sure dinner was still on for tomorrow.

Veronica lived outside of town. Dwayne had met her several times on the boardwalk. She was young and excited to get his attention. But it turned out she had a fiance. While Dwayne was looking for an easy mark, it got easier knowing that the fiance returned and was pissed at the situation. Tensions aside, the two lived together in a small home with next to no neighbors. Tony was her high school sweetheart, but she started to see other men on the side while Tony would go on “business trips”.

Tonight, neither were home. David and Dwayne parked their bikes down the street and flew to the house. David picked the back door open and they started pawing through the place. David only cared about finding a schedule or calendar that would have their plans safely jotted down. And it didn't take him long to find one. He found a small notebook at the kitchen table. “They're having dinner with some friends tonight,” he commented. “Must be out late.” He flipped through the handheld planner.

Dwayne stalked around the house. “Washer and dryer here,” he commented.

“Great, it's about time we did laundry,” David grumbled. He hated domestic duties, but when you're a stinky vampire you have to maintain a healthy relationship with hygiene to keep living alongside humans. “They've got no plans for tomorrow. We can swing by after dark.”

“Sounds good.” Dwayne continued to go through the house, examining all the knickknacks that he considered taking.

David left the planner on the table as he found it. “Let's go back.” He waited for Dwayne at the back door.

It took the brunette vampire an extra minute before he returned to his leader. In his hand was a little trinket. “What's this?” He asked, passing it to David.

The bleach blonde took the spherical trinket from him and examined it. “No idea.” He couldn't read the engraved words on the little bell-like thing. David played with it in between his fingers before sliding it into his pocket.

The two vampires turned back to their bikes and began to head home. They took the winding back roads at a speed no human should. The two teased each other with a little race.

Nothing got them more competitive than a race.

David swerved onto a side road, cranking up his speed to try and cut off Dwayne up ahead. Adrenaline raced through his body as the boys couldn't see each other and tell who was winning. David didn't want to lose. He was the leader and he had to prove his mettle.

He popped back up onto the main road. Dwayne wasn't ahead of him, though he could hear the engine of the other bike. He turned his head over his shoulder, barely seeing the headlight of his companion through the winding trees.

He looked behind him for a fraction of a second too long. He snapped his attention back in front of him when movement caught his eye.

Movement from an SUV.

The vampire was blinded by the headlights of the vehicle. His vampire eyes were too sensitive to such lights in the darkness. His entire world went bright white. He was so overwhelmed with the race that he hadn't heard the sound of the car coming towards him. He tried to close his eyes and use his other senses, but it was too late.

He instinctively swerved, but the SUV collided with his back tire. The vampire was thrown from his bike, crashing down onto the asphalt. For any human it would have been severed limbs and instant death.

David couldn't feel anything, but he knew he wasn't dead. He wanted to open his eyes and get up, but he couldn't feel where his arms were. He knew for certain he hit his head and that his senses were gone for a duration of time. The only thing he could do was lay there and wait. There was no pain though. Maybe it was shock but he knew that consciousness was slipping away and fast.

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hello! may i request a enemies troupe with chuuya nakahara? in which the reader has an electricity based ability, and during an incredibly deadly battle, it starts to rain. reader has to resort to drastic measures, and uses the rain to conduct the electricity, making the entire zone filled to the brim with electricity, and even causing a power outage in yokohama. the downside is, in order to not shock the port mafia subordinates and chuuya in the cross fire, she has to activate a certain part of her ability that completely consumes her mind when it’s in use, similarly to how chuuya uses corruption. so, in short, she goes into a uncontrollable fit of fury and violent behavior, destroying anything near her, no longer recognizing who she was against. no one can even approach her due to the outline of electricity covering her figure. this goes on until her ability is nullified, or she is rendered unconscious. sorry for the specific details! i just figured that i would have to add on a bit since this topic could be a bit confusing. (also the electricity overworked her and she ends up on the verge of death but shes ok hehe I LOVE ANGST)

pain is not easy to endure

synopsis - even within a rivalry, if the one is really suffering does the other pull through and help?

includes - chuuya

warnings - fem!reader (she/her pronouns), reader is part of the port mafia - executive, lots of angst, little to no comfort, physical fighting, injury description, mentions of losing control of one's body, wc - 915

a/n: anon i absolutely loved this, the idea and writing it, i too absolutely love angst :)

your rivalry with chuuya haas been around ever since you had started out your career in the port mafia. you had first started out when you were still around 17-18, you had joined just after some executive disappeared, who? you have no idea but he seemed pretty important.

this mysterious executive also seemed to of had a prior rivalry with chuuya. seeing as you often heard chuuya grumbling about something to do with blowing up a vehicle?? you had no idea. and it never concerned you. however something about chuuya just infuriated you to no end and it seemed the feeling was mutual.

you had caught up to chuuya in rankings rather quickly. and that annoyed him. you the newcomer with some kind of potential he personally didn't see and now you were close to being on an even rank to him.

he also just seemed to want to pick a fight with you for whatever reason. so it was safe to say neither of you wanted to get along and had formed quite the rivalry, often even refusing to go on missions with the other. eventually you would have to. something about bosses orders or whatever.

and that little fued had led all the way up until the present. practically getting worse by the years. you both were now executives and quite well respected. but somewhere along the line a quite deadly underground ability weilding organization was affecting the port mafia. from imposing upon their turf to sabotaging imports.

and thus as a quite troubling issue they had sent out someone to deal with it as quick as possible. however in a cruel fashion they had shown that they had allianced with other small groups and had destroyed the unit sent to deal with them. it wasn't looking to well.

so to avoid more casualties you and chuuya were sent in with some other lower ranking agents. normally you two would resist, chuuya often saying something about how 'i would rather die than woek with her again'. but you two knew you're limits and with bitterness and silent anger you got on with it.

but it was proving to be difficult for both of you to deal with. and after a while and a huge amount of losses of both sides things were just getting worst. chuuya had left you to finish off one section while he tried to get rid of the others. but the crackle of lightning was getting louder and more ferocious.

as the rain came pouring down you saw an opportunity. it was a terrible idea but you'd be dammed if more people died on your end. chuuya could sense the static. he knew what was about to happen. you had managed to channel your electricity through to the rain causing a significant increase in what could only be flashes of lightning consistently.

and as much as you wished for it hot strike chuuya down, you reckoned you get quite a bit of telling off for killing him. that and you had your subordinates to protect so in the most difficult position you had to try your best to make sure your ability hit no one on your side.

however lights were flickering off at an alarming rate in yokohama. but people could hardly tell from the constant light of electricity. you had never used you ability in this way for this long before and it was slowly nulling your ability to think. your mind was clouding and your grasp on your ability started slipping now attacking anyone with reach and even destroying everything in sight.

chuuya recognised this state. it made his heart turn and his body fill with worry. was this how he acted in corruption? he knew it wasn't corruption but it seemed all to familiar to not be similar. he could hear subordinates running away claiming 'she's out of control' or 'she's going to kill us all' and no matter how much he seemed to hate you and antagonize you constantly. he couldn't let you suffer like this. not when he understood what was happening to you.

he knew what you were going through and that made it even more painful to watch. he needed to help you.

but how could he help? your body was radiating electricity forming a outline around you that he knew for sure he wouldn't be able to touch and anything that moved you targeted. normally in his corruption state a certain mackerel would help him out of it but he hated him more than you. plus he wanted to save you himself.

your mind was spiralling and you could feel your body shutting down but couldn't do anything, it was like you were a bystander in your own demise. you felt so helpless, but by some miracle or pure stoke of luck chuuya had managed to use his ability to stop you in your tracks and your body almost hit the ground with force if he hadn't caught you.

your body looked practically scorched with severe burns, eyes unfocused and clouded over and your breathing was heavily laboured practically not even there but it was still there! he had a chance to save you.

not long after he had managed to get you urgent care, things started looking up for you. perhaps after all this maybe he could be a bit nicer to you. and it went without saying you had absolutely destroyed the enemy (and half your subordinates).

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