Professor Membrane X Reader

chapter 6

Oh shit boys here we go
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   (Y/n) stared at the professor, gulping softly and pulling at her chains once more to try and free herself, though it proved pointless. Her tail flicked softly as she sat, thinking of a way to not only explain herself and her situation, but hopefully find a way out of here. "P-professor.." She couldn't help the soft stutter in her voice and she hated it. It showed a sign of weakness. Weakness was one of the many things she was taught that was wrong. Don't show weakness. It only hurts more.

"I..can explain...please..
J-just let me go..i-i promise not to hurt your family..or the lab...i-ill stay away..i-ill even leave the planet..." She hated bargaining like this. It sounded more like begging, but what else was she to do? Sit here and let him stare at her? Actually, he's been doing that for a while now. Is he ok? Why isn't he moving? "Professor?" She asked softly, looking at membrane who still hadn't moved, his brain doing all it could to process what his eyes are seeing. "You're..an alien.." he hasn't talked in over 3 minutes and thats what he asks? I think its pretty obvious by now she takes a small breath, nodding softly at membranes question. "I am...my name is (y/n)...and..im not human...im an alien..more specifically im a mutilight...from the planet mytic.." After she speaks, membrane finally moves. Quickly, to a chair, so he can sit down and process what he's seeing and has now heard.

(Y/n) stared softly at the man, the frog in her throat preventing her from saying anything else. Perhaps that was for the better. He was clearly mind blown. A hand cupping his forehead as he stared down at the hard concrete floor. Concrete...the one thing that was solid. Funny enough, it had to be mixed into a liquid before solidification took place. And even then concrete cracked. So saying that there's concrete evidence that aliens don't exist. Well, its flawed. Just like everything on this planet. And apparently the others out in the universe. Membrane couldn't stand the bile that rose in his throat, a nausea hitting him as the pink scaled.. woman.. continued to stare at him. He glanced up at her through his fingers, noticing that her eyes were soft. Almost understanding in a sort of sick way. He gulped down the lump in his throat and took a soft breath, slowly standing and looking down at her "i..do hope you know you're situation now..." the soft hesitation in his voice rang out through her ears, and though she understood what the man was capable of, she doubted he would hurt her. Not only had he said many times at work that he wouldn't hit a woman, but he also dedicated himself in the line of peace work. Hell, he's even been working on some thing called a peace bracelet or something of the sort. At the thought the pink alien got an idea, making her bright yellow eyes go wide as she looked up at the man. "You..wouldnt dare hurt a woman...would you profes-" she yelped as he slammed his fist down on the table next to him. "You have no right to call me professor. And you are not a woman. Not from this earth." She looked at him incredulously. "I may not be from this earth but I am no less a woman than any other that was born here! I have the clitoris to prove if need be." She huffed at him angrily, though he couldn't help but see her as adorable. The way her cheeks puffed out and her yellow eyes narrowed at him. A part of him wanted those eyes to stay on him. Though he quickly shook the thought away and processed her words.

Letting out a soft sigh he kneeled down to her, his face inches from hers. This made her uncomfortable, and he could tell as she tried to scoot away from him. Though she was caught between a rock and hard place. Her eyes flickered all over him and followd his hand as he reached up, grabbed his goggles, and lifted them up slowly. A soft breath escaped her involuntarily at the sight of his eyes. The soft cobalt blue orbs searched her delicate features before meeting her own bright sun yellow eyes, her pupils dilating as they stared into the cloudy oceans before her.

She had never in her entire existence seen eyes as wonderfully dark as his. If it wasn't for her predicament she might have been drawn to him. Hell, she might be drawn to him anyways. In her peoples culture, which they had little of, mates often found each other through their eyes. Most pairs found the same colored eyes. Though in rare times did the opposite colors attract to each other. The eyes were windows to the soul. And god she hoped he couldn't see what her soul wished to do in this moment as she stared at those eyes.

Membrane slid his goggles doen gently again and stood up, walking over and grabbing a few things before pulling over a cart with needles and all sorts of things. She gulped softly at seeing the scalpel and wiggled uncomfortably. He first grabbed the needle and kneeled down to her, grabbing her wrist and taking a blood sample. She squeaked softly at the feeling. Having never had anything stuck in her skin. Membrane noticed that even at the office and labs she often made noises when she was upset or flustered. Each noise was different from the next and they each represented a different emotion she felt. Though as he had come accustomed those sounds this one was new to him. She had never made a sound of uncomfortableness. It made him pull away quicker than he had intended to.

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Hehehe...sorry its late guys '•^• don't hurt me..