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1. The one and only Spider-Woman.
Pairings: WandaNat x F!Spidey!Polish!Reader, OC x Reader, Avengers x Reader (Platonic)
Summary: When your girlfriend cheated on you, you decided to finally accept Tony Stark's offer.
Warnings: Cheating with man, sad R, Homophobia
Wc: 1.2k
A/n: I will put my whole heart in this series😭 Next parts are gonna be longer.
You promised yourself you would always smile while wearing your mask. For this reason your mask was showing the bottom of your face. It was your own project and it had a special place in your heart. You wanted to show people that nitatter what you are doing, and who you fight with, you will always smile, just be happy that you can protect innocent people. Another reason why you projected your mask like that, was the fact that you have fangs. It's not like you use them often, but they can be really helpful. One little bite, and can paralysis villains for a while. S.H.I.E.L.D knew about your existence, and wanted you to join avengers. They even send to you the one and only Tony Stark with Nick Fury. You decided to wait. It was your last month of school, and you had a girlfriend you didn’t want to leave alone.
You graduated with not so bad grades, and you passed all your exams with almost the best scores in your class. You hoped your girlfriend would be with you, but she texted you at the last minute that she needed to take care of her sick mother. You believed her. How could you not? She was almost the most important person in your life. So in the evening you decided to visit her, her mother knew you really well, and was happy her daughter had someone like you. Well, she didn’t know you were a couple, she was a typical homophobic christian, just like most people in your country.
Only thing in her room you could see was how deep she was in kissing a guy. She didn’t even notice you opened the door to her room. Looking in her cold eyes made your stomach flip. You don't even know how... no, when this happened. You don't know when she met him, when he started being the reason she's smiling everyday, when she stopped caring about you. Only thing you can look at are her sky blue eyes you loved looking at. You were always finding your safe space in her, now the only thing you see in her eyes is how much she is disgusted in you. Her words were something you were expecting. You weren't enough. He is a man, of course she would want to be with him, how could she love a girl? You were just stupid thinking he was just her friend.You tried so much to not end up like before. But everything is always the same. You are trying your best, but they are always choosing someone else, someone who isn't so complicated, someone who is.. pure. The most important, they always will choose someone who will fuck with them after a week of dating. They don't understand why you care about romantic things, when you could just let them fuck you. They are animals chasing their own pleasure, don't giving fuck about true love.
It was the first time when you put on your mask and did wear your bright smile.
There was no reason for you to stay. Your friend moved out a long time ago, and for you, your online friends were enough. Your parents were dead. At least for you. Just like you were dead for them. They didn’t want a Lesbian daughter, and you hated them for all the traumas they gave you. You half lived on the street. Most of the time you were spending in school or saving your country. You showed up in your home only if you needed to take a shower or books for school.
“What are you thinking about kiddo?” Tony asked, putting hand on your back.
“You know, just how my girlfriend cheated on me few hours ago, and now Im part of fucking Avengers” You didn’t even looked at him. You only look at changing numbers signaling that you were higher every second.
After running away from your girlfriend's house, you called Tony. Only thing you wanted was to leave as far away and as fast as you could. Break ups were always hard for you. You just wanted to feel loved, feel important for someone. Looking at the sunset on top of one of the buildings was your way to say goodbye to the country you truly love. You promised yourself, you will start a new and better life. No thinking about the past. You need to let it go, and life looking at the future. You knew it would be hard, but you also knew you needed to do this. There's too many open wounds, just because you couldn’t let go thinking about the past every night.
Pretending to smile while meeting everyone was the hardest part. Pretending to be happy while in the back of your mind the only thing you could think of was your exs, and how you couldn’t be enough for them. Tony left you just when you walked out of the elevator. Steve introduced himself and his friend Bucky. You gave them a polite smile and mumbled your name. You just wanted to go to your room and sleep the rest of the day. Next people that introduced themselves were Clint, Bruce and Sam. Last person was Natasha Romanoff. You learned from her that her wife Wanda is on the mission with Thor.
“I hear slavic accent.”
“Oh, yeah… I'm Polish.”
“Tony was one hundred percent sure you're from Russia.” You hate when people mistake you for Russian. It's not even like your languages sound super alike.
“Chuj.” You said to yourself. “Uhm, nevermind.”You looked at the floor when she looked at you. Natasha just laughed it off and you smiled.
(Chuj - Dick)
“I'm guessing you don’t know where your room is?” When your eyes met her forest green ones, you felt like you couldn’t look away, but you needed to. You didn't want her to take you for a freak.
“Yeah… Stark just left me here, and didn’t show me anything.” You rolled your eyes.
“Come with me. Tony decides that you will take Wanda's old room. We have lived together for the past few years, so her room stood empty. It's next to ours.” She said pointing at one of the doors. “So if you need something you can always knock.”
“So… It was nice to meet the famous black widow.” You opened the door to your room.
“It was nice to meet another spider.” After you closed the door you looked around the room. You didn’t take many things with you, so there wasn’t a lot to unpack. Just some clothes and books. Just a few minutes and everything was in their places. You looked out the window and a few seconds later at mask in your hands.
After a while you were jumping between buildings. It's late at night, so one would rather see you. When you get tired of jumping, running and half flying, you sit at the top of a skyscraper.
“So It will be my new life. The spider-woman saving the world.” You laughed to yourself. “It's almost unbelievable."
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k but what would your characters do if Commander gave them a box to look after but they were told whatever they do, do NOT look inside?
hmmm now I'm curious what MC is putting in there
Vethna: I think this depends on MC's personality. If MC is genuine, they'd really want to look, and they'd probably just pout a lot, but they wouldn't. If MC was stoic or aggressive, Vethna would take it a lot more seriously and just not look at all-- they'd probably assume it's something bad or dangerous. And if MC is sarcastic, they'll immediately open it the second MC even kinda turns away, fully expecting it to just be empty or something stupid.
Nikke: Would depend on MC's body language! If MC read as being super serious, he probably wouldn't open it and would smack other people's hands away who try to. Definitely spends the entire time wondering what the actual fuck is inside the box. If MC is just screwing with him, and he'll know if they are (trust me), then he'll be like "Oh, yeah for sure, mhm, whatever you say Captain," super sarcastically and then just immediately rip the top off.
Jost: "Okay." (Proceeds to do exactly as asked and hold it until MC comes back for it. If MC never does... oh well.)
Amilia: Asks a billion questions as to why she cannot open the box. Is there something hidden in there? Is it dangerous? Is it a gift? For her or someone else? Is it something embarrassing? Does peeking through a gap in the lid but otherwise keeping the lid on count as opening...?If she's super close with MC, she won't open it, but she'll be oh, so very restless about it. Otherwise... yeah, she's peeking. Sorry. Choose someone more responsible!
Sabir: "Okay... why...?" Would not look in it, even if he thinks it's a prank. Would be very suspicious about the box regardless. Proceeds to try and subtly ask MC in a million different ways what is in the box and will not stop prodding until MC tells him. I mean this could literally last for years. MC forgets about it and then they'll be hanging out years later, MC confiding in him, and Sabir will just... "you know what ELSE was a secretive, sensitive topic...?"
Syfyn: Raises a brow, stares at the box, then takes it and does as asked. I don't think she'd care what's in the box, or if there even is anything in the box. Like even if MC was just pranking her and it was empty, she'd still carry it around. She'd probably know it was empty too and just be like "man I wonder why this empty box is so important to MC. I better keep it safe for them."
Freedom: Why would you even do that. Why. You could literally hand them Pandora's box, make it clear it's Pandora's box, and Freedom would be like "oh that's sick" and then pop the top right off.
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Christmas & New Years
Part 3 - Fire on Fire Series
A/N: Don't know how I feel about this chapter but I hope you like it
You were sitting in the gym with some of the girls, they were all discussing their Christmas plans.
“What are you doing for Christmas? You won’t be alone will you?” Steph asked.
“No, I won’t be. Tante booked me a flight to Paris, so I’m going to Paris. I think we are doing Christmas day with some of Tante’s family.”
“Paris, wow, do you know French?” Kim asked, “Yeah, I do, we actually speak a mix of Swedish, French and English at home.” You all continued talking about Christmas and New Years, and everyone's plans and traditions until it was time for everyone to head out to the pitch.
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You were about to board your flight when your phone lit up.
From Leah:
Safe travels x (Tell me when you land)
To Leah:
Thank you. You too x
Your flight to Paris was pretty uneventful, thankfully, there were no children in your part of the aircraft, although that was probably due to the fact your Tante insisted on buying you a first class ticket, but you couldn’t really complain about the complimentary glass of champagne.
Tante and Moster picked you up from the airport and as you were sitting in the back seat you messaged Leah.
“Who are you messaging?” Moster asked, “No one,” you replied, brushing it off, “It doesn’t seem like a no one, have you met someone?” you looked up from your phone and glared at her at the words, “Well that answers my question,” she said smugly.
“Leave her alone babe,” Tante told her off, “Yeah Moster,” you said as Tante rolled her eyes and playfully stuck her tongue out at you. “Such children, the both of you,”
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You and Leah had a lot more conversations between each other at the training grounds and you found talking with her really easy, you wouldn’t even talk about anything important or useful just random conversations, and slowly over the days you found yourself messaging with Leah more and more, having taken to phone calls most nights. You couldn’t figure out your feelings for her, was she just a friend to you or did you want something more, and you couldn’t decipher her feelings for you.
“How did you know? Like how do you know if someone is the one for you? I haven't known her for long but it feels different, like we talk all the time, and some nights we call each other and talk before we go to sleep. Just it wasn't long between when you both met and got married, so like how do you know, how do you know it’s not just a good friendship and you’re not just reading too much into it?” you blurted out
“I mean it’s different for everyone, but I guess you could say it feels easy, and you can talk to them without it being weird or awkward but you can also sit in silence and it's fine too. It’s kind of like a good friendship but with different feelings.” Moster explained.
“How do you know her? Do you play with her?” Tante asked, “Yeah,” you said as you nodded, “and so I don’t want to just be like reading too much into it and then it get awkward, like obviously I’m going to wait longer to say anything to her about it, but some of the girls have said they think she has a crush on me, but I don’t know if that’s true.”
“Just wait, take your time, if she does like or love you she won't mind waiting, aren’t you doing a preseason camp with the team?” “Yeah, and I think she is my roommate, they’ve given us draft plans in terms of roommates and schedules and currently it says she’s my roommate.”
“Well you’ll find out a lot more then, and even if it end ups that you don’t like each other you could still have a good friendship,” you nod and smile, “Thank you,”
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Leah sat on the bench as her Mum baked some biscuits, talking away, discussing many things that had happened in their lives recently.
“Have you met someone? You seem different and you’re always on your phone,” Amanda asked her daughter.
“Um, I guess, the new signing, she is really nice and I feel like we just clicked, like it’s so easy to talk to her and she cares about things you say and actually remembers the details, she is very attentive.” Leah said as her Mum watched her expression change as she spoke about this girl.
“That’s good Bubba, go for it, but just don’t jump the gun too fast, and as always remember that if it doesn’t work out she could still end up being a really great friend,” The blonde nodded at her Mum as she slightly bit her bottom lip.
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You had planned to spend New Year's Eve alone, having just arrived back from Paris that night you weren’t up for the party Beth and Viv were hosting, you had been invited many times by them and Beth promised you it wouldn't be awkward even though you hadn’t spent much time with any of the team but that wasn’t what you were worried about, you were more worried about the ones you had spent quite some time talking to. Leah had invited you, or more asked you to come to the party and to be honest you were nervous, you didn’t want Leah to have any expectations and you also didn’t want to do something you would regret. However after the multitude of Beth’s messages you decided to go, even if you only stayed for a few minutes. It only took you three minutes to get there, as you were still dressed from your flight.
“Y/N you came!” A very excited Leah said as she opened the door, before she dragged you by the wrist to where the countdown was happening.
“Happy New Year, Y/N/N,” she spoke loudly as she pulled you in for a hug, to which you returned.
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@princington's amazing art brought me back to this fic so have a little extra for them.
There are many, many terrible things about dating Beatrice.
For example: she manages to wake up at six AM every single morning to go jogging and comes home looking sweaty and sexy while Ava is still dealing with bedhead. She's also organised to the point of insanity and remembers every important date, even the ones Ava didn't realise she knew (like the date she opened the coffee shop. They hadn't even met for fuck's sake), and manages to swoop in with a thoughtful gift or kind word to mark the occasion. Meanwhile, Ava is still scribbling DON'T FORGET DENTIST - TUESDAY?? on the back of her hand like a high schooler.
And if all of that wasn't horrible enough, even after almost a year of dating, Beatrice can still roll up the cuffs of her sleeves or adjust her glasses or recite some complicated piece of research, and Ava winds up hopelessly turned on in public on the regular.
It sucks, actually. Ava's life is awful.
None of that is the worst part of it though. The worst part of dating Beatrice, who is sexy and thoughtful and intelligent, is that she's fucking impossible to buy gifts for.
Beatrice doesn't actually want anything is half the problem. She reads a lot of books but she mostly checks them out from the university library. She drinks a lot of tea, but Ava runs a coffee shop. If her girlfriend wants tea, she has a store room full of it. Other than that, she mostly likes crosswords, the gym, her friends, and… well. Ava.
It's making planning for the first birthday Beatrice has had since they've been together exceptionally stressful. Particularly since Ava knows for a fact that Beatrice's parents believed in a "socks and school supplies" style of gift giving which, as far as she's concerned, barely even count.
"What are you getting Bea for her birthday?" she whispers conspiriatorially to Camila one Saturday afternoon in Mary and Shannon's back yard. Beatrice herself is bouncing the baby on her knee and debating some obscure scientific hypothesis - something about mold. Ava is surprised to find she actually has an opinion on the topic. Probably all those mold documentaries.
Camila snorts, "Have you just figured out she's impossible to buy for?"
"Yes," Ava stresses, "C'mon, what are you getting her? And if it's really good I'm stealing your idea."
"Oh no." Camila shakes her head, "It took me all year to think of something. You're on your own."
"Cam." Ava tries her best pleading, puppy dog eyes. They don't work nearly as well on Camila as they do on Beatrice.
"Ava." Camila pats her hand comiseratingly, "Just get her what every self-respecting lesbian wants for their birthday."
Ava frowns, "Power tools?"
Camila smirks, "Strap-on and lingerie."
So that conversation was entirely useless - mostly because Ava already owns more than enough of both those things and they sort of seem like a gift for both of them more than just Beatrice. And more than anything else, Ava wants her girlfriend to feel special. Like she's worth something great that's for her and only her.
Shannon is her next port of call. Ava corners her in the kitchen where she's refilling drinks and, probably pre-warned by Camila, looks entirely unsurprised to be accosted.
"We normally order some of the gross British candy she likes," Shannon informs her. "And before you even try it - she knows that's what we get her every year, so don't try and steal the idea."
Ava groans despondently, "I'm hitting a wall here. What the fuck do you buy for someone who doesn't actually want anything?"
Beatrice does always say that her best friend is unreasonably logical and practical in her advice. For the first time, Ava understands her plight when Shannon shrugs and says, "Have you tried asking her?"
With nothing else to do, Ava tries. Admittedly, she probably picks a bad time to do it: she's shirtless and sitting cross-legged on their bed while Beatrice massages lotion into the new tattoo on her shoulder. Bea's fingers are gentle and thorough and very, extremely distracting.
"Hey," Ava says a little breathlessly, her eyes closed, "What do you want for your birthday?"
Beatrice, because she is Beatrice, says, "You don't have to get me anything."
Typical. This is why dating her is so difficult. "Obviously I do," Ava points out. "For my birthday you took me to a theme park even though it's your idea of actual, literal hell." Bea had even bought and worn a t-shirt that said "I RODE THE BIG ONE". Camila has the photograph framed in her office.
"Not actual, literal hell," Beatrice argues, "I enjoyed that you had fun."
"There's really nothing you want?" Ava asks.
Disappointingly, Beatrice's fingers stop their movement and she puts a cap on the lotion, moving off the bed behind Ava. "Is this what you were whispering with Camila and Shannon about earlier?"
"Maybe. They weren't helpful."
Beatrice's smile is affectionate, "They never are." She leans in to kiss her, her hand landing on Ava's bare shoulder and skirting over her neck, "I'd like to spend my birthday with you. That's all."
Ava wraps her arms aroud her shoulders and sighs, "Dating you is the worst."
"Mm, awful," Beatrice agrees, kissing the corner of her mouth and then her jaw. "Shall we break up?"
"Yep." Ava turns her head to press their lips together again and uses her distraction to lie back, pulling Beatrice down on top of her. "We're over."
(On her birthday, they drink tea in bed and do a crossword puzzle with Ava's head on Beatrice's shoulder. Later, they wander through a museum eating wine gums and holding hands. At Shannon and Mary's place, Beatrice unwraps the cordless drill that Ava bought for her.
"Thank you," she says, "It's just what I wanted.")
(Ava saves the strap-on and lingerie for later.)
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"Since you asked so nicely..... this is how well my transition is going, big bro!" Hayley said on a Zoom call, setting up her phone on a tripod to flaunt her extremely pregnant body for her brother, Sean.
"Holy shit, you look incredible. How many kids are crammed in that belly?"
"Hmmmm, good question. I think I feel at least eight? Maybe more?"
"You don't even know how pregnant you are?"
"Nope! It's not that important. My medical team just tell me they're injecting me with a lot of fertilized eggs and do their thing."
"So you have no say over whether you get pregnant?"
"Nope! My doctors are gonna keep me pumping out babies forever, a girl's gotta keep her womb nice and full, don't you agree?" She smacked her belly playfully a few times.
"God damn.... I didn't even know you got a uterus."
"Well, you've been away, Mr. College Boy, leaving your poor adorable trans sister so alone...."
"...... Mom and dad say you fuck new guys like every night, Hayley."
"Well, aside from that I'm totally lonely! I miss having you around. You're why I transitioned, you know?"
"Hayley.... please, that was forever ago. We can move on past that."
"Why would we? You encouraged me to dress like a girl, act like a girl, you told me how much you fantasized about having a younger sister for company...."
"Ew, don't be gross."
Hayley bit her lip. "Why? Gross is fun. Besides I'm twenty-one and you're like twenty-six. We're both adults who know what we want."
"Are you planning to be like this the whole time I visit?"
"About that..... so, mom and dad use your room for their exercise equipment and storage now, so you'll be sleeping in my room, with me."
"..... And how will I fit in bed with you? You're gigantic."
"Don't worry, just snuggle up real close, my belly's so warm I'm sure you won't mind. Isn't this always what you wanted? You used to watch so many pornos and hentais about older brothers breeding their younger sisters. Mom and dad even think it's cute that I have a crush on you."
"Seriously? They're cool with it?"
"Of course! They already told me they can't wait to hear us upstairs catching up for lost time, shaking the walls, my pretty moans filling the hallway as you fuck my fat, girly ass. Doesn't that sound divine?"
"Fuck.... you're for real? You actually want me to fuck you, when you're that pregnant?"
"Don't worry, my womb isn't connected to anything. I stay pregnant til my team decides to give me a C-section. Usually I'm forced to stay pregnant for a whole year. The contractions get unbearable, but feel amazing! And as a surrogate mom living as a baby incubator, I'm paid very handsomely. Mom and dad already retired. They live mostly on the money this giant womb rakes in....."
"Jesus, you really committed to being a breeder, huh?"
Hayley reached in her shorts, pulling out her swollen, ten-inch cock off to the side for him to see as she stroked it. "That's what you wanted me to be. Watching those perverted videos every day, talking me into wearing girls' clothes, learning to do makeup, telling me at length how hot you think it'd be to have a submissive breeder sister. You even dared me to come out to mom and dad and ask to be put on hrt and blockers asap! You're the reason I'm a beautiful girl with a perpetually stuffed womb, flooded with more kids than my dumb, girly brain can probably count. This is all for you, big bro. I'm a knocked-up breeder slut dreaming every day to feel your cock inside me...."
"Fuck, you turned out better than I ever could've hoped, Hayley!"
"I take it that's a yes?" She enthusiastically jerked off, watching her brother stroke his cock under his jeans.
"Damn straight. I can't wait to fuck that fat ass of yours so hard you cry. Every day, every night. I'm going to fuck you in front of mom and dad. I'm going to fuck you in public. I'm going to humiliate you, grab your tits, jerk you off on the train. Everything I ever fantasized about doing to you."
"Mmmmm, ohhhh fuck...." she softly moaned, shooting rope after rope of cum out of her cock. "Look what you made me do, big bro." She showed him the cum all over her hand, then licked it up, off each finger.
"You're perfect. Maybe if you're a really good girl, someday I'll even marry you, and make you my submissive little pregnant bride, so I can humiliate, fuck, and torture you every day for the rest of your life."
"That sounds like every little sister's dream come true. ❤️"
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omg i read about kitten!reader going through jj’s phone bc she’s obsessed with his ex flings and occasionally starts crying!!
sooo what came to my mind was bunny!reader going through rafe’s phone and finding an old chat between him and an ex girlfriend that’s like from 6 years ago but she texted him a few months ago and he didn’t even answer?!?
and she gets so mad and sad that she starts crying and then she just smashes his phone on the ground that it’s totally broken and he has to calm her down before he can give it to her the best way because she’s literally hyperventilating🎀
✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ .
hey rafe! wanna watch up?
that was all the message said but it was enough to send your heart barreling to the pit of your stomach. you normally didn't mind going through rafe's phone, he had very little to peruse through anyways but a comment left by some girl on instagram made your senses start tingling.
there was no evidence of her on his account, not even in his archive, but based on their old chat they dated years ago. and every single text you read made you feel sick. from him calling her 'baby' to the sexts, it was enough to make you want to scream. but what was worst was the very last message. sent 3 months ago--you and rafe had been together for a year.
sure he didn't answer, but he still read it an instead of blocking her he let it sit there.
you come storming into his office, weepy and erratic with his phone in you're hand.
"are you fuckin serious? this bitch is texting you and you didn't do anything?" you're hyperventilating, barely able to be understood through your sobs.
rafe looked so shocked he could barely speak, eyebrows scrunched as he tried to work out what was going on, "what the fu- hey what's your fuckin problem i'm working."
he barely has time to duck before the phone goes flying past his head, smashing against the wall and clattering in peaces.
"why-why-why would she text you if she knows we're together!!!" you're hysterical now and rafe walks around his desk to attempt to hold you, grabbing your wrists to dodge your smacking hands until you collapse into his chest sobbing.
he lets you cry for a second, rubbing your back in soothing circles before speaking, "bunny, i don't even know what you're talkin about. clearly it's not that important to me if i didn't respond huh?"
you take a shuddering breath and nod--he was right, he didn't pay it any mind.
"now...you did break my phone however, so you're in trouble for that understand?"
you nod again.
"alright, now we'll worry bout that later, it's looking like i gotta prove to my girl she's the only one for me."
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Scoups x fem!reader
angst, fluff
Sometimes, Seungcheol really hates Minghao.
“You guys are way more than friends. You’re like already three years into a relationship.” Minghao's been rambling on for at least fifteen minutes and honestly, Scoups is getting to the end of his patience. Soonyoung's starting to join in the conversation and Minguy looks five seconds away from adding his opinion.
"I mean honestly, you guys are so in love and it's really stupid that you haven't confessed yet-"
"XU MINGHAO!" Everyone in the dorms freezes and stares at Scoups in shock. "I know I'm in love with her!"
Minghao gulps and attempts to raise his hand to point at where you had turned into the room, but Scoups knocks it away.
"I am well fucking aware that I am in love with Y/n, ok?" Scoups face is red, his body shaking. "But she will never feel the same as me and I can never treat her the way she deserves."
"Uh Coups-"
"She deserves someone who can spend all of their time with her, take her on random dates and surprise her while she's at work. I can't give her any of that." Seungchol wipes away the tears that have begun to fall from his eyes. "And it fucking kills me that I'm not going to be the one to give her the love she deserves. That I'm going to have to watch the love of my life fall in love with someone else. Watch someone else give her half of the love she deserves because they will never be good enough."
Not even Satan himself could stop Scoups from his word vomit.
"No one will ever be good enough for her, but literally anyone else would be better than me." Seungcheol's voice breaks. "So, can you please stop rubbing it in my face that I am in love with her and can do nothing about it?"
Scoups walks away, wondering off to a different part of the studio and you're left standing there, in the doorway, staring at the space he's just left.
"Uh.. I think I fucked up." Minghao's talking but you can't hear him, too focused on making your body move, forcing yourself to follow the path Scoups took, despite not knowing what you're going to say to him.
Minguy gently grabs your arm and points to the roof and you nod in understanding. Scoups hides on the roof when he's feeling big emotions.
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You find Scoups sitting on the floor of the roof, staring out at the sunset that's taking over the sky like a painting.
"Hey." Your voice is soft, but he still jumps like you've shouted. He turns to look at you just as you sit down next to him.
"Y/n-"
"Shut up and listen to me." You know you sound harsh, you can see it in the way his eyebrows jump up to his hairline. "I'm going to talk, and you're going to listen."
He nods, not used to seeing you like this.
"I heard you in there," his eyes shut in- what you're not sure. "And firstly, I love you too. But that's not the important bit here."
"How is that not-"
"I said shush."
His mouth snaps shut.
"That bullshit about you not being good enough for me? Crap. Utter crap. How dare you lie about the man I love like that?" You're pissed off with him for that. Fuck.
"You are incredible, Choi Seungcheol, and I don't know what I have to do to make you finally understand that." You take his face in your hands, feeling his cheeks heat up from the force of his blush. "I love you."
"I love you."
"You're more than enough for me."
"I can't-"
"I don’t care that we can't see each other all the time or that you'll be away for a long time travelling or that you're so busy sometimes I think you're dead." You're smiling at him now. "I do care that we're in love with each other and you haven't kissed me yet."
He doesn't waste a second. His hands are on your hips and in your hair and roaming your back and squeezing your thighs and holding your face and he really just can't keep them still. Your hands move from his face to his hair, your arms curling around his head as you hold him to you, and you sink your weight into his lap on the floor.
He pulls away entirely too quickly, but neither of you can catch your breath.
"I love you."
"I love you."
You sit like that for a while, you in his lap, your arms around his head, his arms around your torso, foreheads resting together, before he breaks the silence.
"I've gotta apologise to Hao, don't I?"
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well, that was bitterly disappointing to the depths of my soul.
yes, I'm talking about Tech.
he deserved better. the BATCH deserved better. OMEGA deserved better.
I don't like the way they basically just erased any and all grief for Tech except for a couple of fucking off-hand mentions that barely whetted the appetite for more of the only character I really identified with
because I'm the info dumping autistic guy in my irl groups
and to see him shuffled off in the manner they used was a fucking insult
and to be teased about it by the show creators
or worse, harassed by the bad lot of Star Wars fans
and to kill off their autistic guy who DEFINITELY had chemistry and the first hints of flirty bonding with a Black woman is a bad look, v bad look
imo they botched the whole finale, not just the Tech thing because like look:
I guess this zillo beast is just gonna live on that planet now, instead of getting involved in the story they had it fuck off to the jungle - what
CX-2? who was he? too bad we'll never know because he was dropped before he was identified
it was shot so dark, everything was hard to see, and mind you my television set is especially tuned for it to NOT be dark because I hate that shit, I am going to be forced to watch it again despite not wanting to so I can listen to the audio descriptions and better understand the fights
they totally dropped Omega's force sensitivity stuff, like I wanted to know more about that, and about the other kids, will they even be safe? cause we know the empire keeps stealing force sensitive kids
speaking of those kids, what even was the point? the research was destroyed yet we know project necromancer is eventually successful or maybe they're retconning that too, who knows, all the rules are off the table and nothing matters
writing was inconsistent for an episode meant to be important
Crosshair did not deserve to have his hand cut off. I know prosthetics are "easier" and "more accessible" in this universe but also I don't give a fuck, just insult to injury and more, this man has suffered enough from the moment they jacked his chip up to 11
back to Tech: they spent so much time being cute little shits about him that his return seemed inevitable, as I watched the season I kept counting down time left for him to show up, and I had hopes all the way through until the first fade to black, only to be bitterly reminded of his death with the goggles in Omega's ship
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two highlights I did enjoy - Omega and Hunter at the end, making me wonder if there will be a show about Omega set during the rebellion or if she'll show up in The Mandalorian or Ahsoka
Nala Se killing the shit out of rampart as she herself died, thank you Nala Se
but overall UGH, I will be tender from this one for awhile, I almost want to cancel Disney+ until I feel able to watch Star Wars stuff again
might write some fix-it fic, I'm too hurt right now tho
I'm commiserating with the rest of you who seem to have much the same reaction to this disaster of a finale
so yeah, we all deserved better, fictional folks and real folks and zillo beasts alike
#the bad batch#star wars#the bad batch spoilers#tbb tech#bad batch spoilers#tbb s3 spoilers#bad batch season 3#the bad batch season 3#the bad batch season 3 spoilers#bad batch season 3 spoilers#tech#tech the bad batch#tech lives as far as I'm concerned#whatever we saw there wasn't it y'all#tbb omega#omega#they have lost my trust and my faith#I don't think I've ever been so disgustedly disappointed#ugh
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"I CANT THINK"
If you write, I assure you you have thought that.
Fear no more child, for I have found a solution.
it's called Rapid writing
something we learned when I was in 9th grade drama class and I cannot emphasize enough just how effective it is. Its actually what gave me the idea for my first book.
Stop what you are doing and do what I tell you
go grab either a pencil and paper (or open an empty document)
set a timer for 2 minutes
ask a friend to give you a random sentence. I have a few examples that I myself rapid wrote to:
a) I looked around and saw
b) the old lady hung from the ceiling and laughed
c) purple paint dripped from her long purple fingernails
d) there is a hole in my ceiling.
e) when I am sad I...
f) When you close the door, I...
g) there is a wooden door with a gold doorknob
Now the most important thing is not to think of this sentence before you start writing. as soon as you decide which one if you are choosing from my examples (or as soon as you hear it if you are getting if from a friend), start the timer.
start writing the sentence and without hesitating just keep writing. the #1 rule here is to not stop or hesitate for a single second until the 2 minutes are over. you can write nonsense if you want and if you REALLY can't continue then write some random words for a couple of seconds then continue AS LONG AS YOU ARE STILL WRITING.
another rule is that you are not allowed to delete. even if its a spelling error, just ignore it.
after the timer is done, I promise you will have something to work with. now copy the paragraph you wrote and paste it below, here you can start fixing spelling errors and adding things at your own pace because now the creative side of your brain has opened.
don't think about the way you are writing or the words you use, think about the story you are telling. the idea.
Sometimes you will get something beautiful and deep like I did here:
When I am sad I go to my blanket, not many people know about it, all they think is happening is that a child likes to cuddle in a blanket, but no. my blanket has a special thing about it, it is a magical blanket, well, not the blanket itself but the embroidery on the blanket, it simply takes my sadness away but it adds the story of my emotions to the embroidery, my blanket is a very pretty one, it is a pastel blue color and it has so much silk embroideries that you just think its patterns, but it isn't, if you look deeper you will find stories every one of those stories came from someones tears... my tears. whenever i cry, i wipe my tears with my blanket and my pain goes but my story stays.
or
there is a wooden door with a gold doorknob on the door there is a painting of you, and there are many locks on the door from top to bottom, when you open the door, there is a mirror. this door is the door to self discovery, from the outside there is a painting of how people think you look like but when you open the door, you get to see what you really are in detail and look at yourself they way you want to, you can smile or cry and the refection on the mirror will change but on the painting, it doesn't show ur emotions, just how people see you usually.
or you can get something so stupid like i did here:
there is a hole in the ceiling in my classroom. everyday a dinosaur would a pear and eat my lunch and i keep coming home hungry but my mom dsays she packed me enough food. so she didn't feed me. i told her a dinasour was eating my lunch but she said that disasours only live in Norway! so i went into the school vents looking for that idino and revenge my food, we met at last, held our weapons, i was holding a subway sandwich and the dino was holding a bana na MY BANANA i lost it, so i attacked him one hit on the head and the whole species were extinct , people thousand of years from now said dinos got extinct because of a meteorite but i know better, also i am still alive because whoever kills a dino becomes immortal, also i killed my mom for not believing me and let her starve in her grave just like she let made me starve. and then i killed everyone who was a flat earther because i hate them and now i can kill anyone once i tap them with my super subway sandwich
(by the way, ignore the horrible spelling, the examples i gave were from the unedited version.)
THE POINT IS ITS ACTUALLY SO HELPFUL. you can use it for a new story idea (i used the blanket one as an element in one of my WIPs and it helped the story a lot) or if you get something stupid like the dino one I wrote THATS GOOD THATS FINE because now you have your creativity going.
I challenge you to actually try this and PLEASE share it with me I LOVE reading other peoples rapid writings. have fun <3
tagging @cosmosandcapybaras24 @ajsbookshelf @gloryofdawn, @chaoticharmony93 @deception-united and anyone else who's interested to try this out and share with me!
#writing#creative writing#writing tips#creativity#writers block#creative block#writer stuff#writeblr
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Dottore giving child reader a check up
── ୨୧：il dottore & reader
୨୧﹑synopsis :: nobody scares you more than the Doctor, and that's why you're wholly betrayed by Father tricking you into getting a check up right under your nose, but perhaps your worries are exaggerated by rumours
୨୧﹑genre :: fluff
୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, child reader, he's a lil soft (cause if he's not poor kid might explode on site), reader is mute, reader is also autistic (but tbh you don't have to read it that way), not proofread
୨୧﹑words :: 2.9k
idk what possessed me to write this I just has the thought and decided it had to be done. I got in the zone and wrote it in a few hours 😭 this is kinda loosely based off one of my characters but ambiguous enough I think to be read as a reader insert. little ball of anxiety with legs reader hehe. they come from the house of the hearth so every instance of father refers to arle
You can't think of a single person able to scare you nearly as much as the Doctor can, whether it's the daunting trip to find him wherever he hid this time or the fear of knowing he tried to bargain with Father to have the more unimpressive children—as some would call you—shipped off to him to become experiments.
Father won't allow him to get his hands on any of you, but it hardly eases the fear that he may disregard Father's warning and decide to pluck the first child he comes across up and feign ignorance when she realises they've disappeared.
Father personally entrusted you with this letter, so you cannot turn back as you make your way to where she said he should be.
The sleepiness might manage to numb you to the danger by the time you arrive and make it easier to stomach his presence, but most likely, he will only frighten you awake, and it will worsen with the shock to your system.
There's no turning back now and no declining when Father asks you to take letters, which she says are of great importance. You can't treat letters like this lightly, even if you fear the recipient.
Knowing who is behind it makes the door all the more daunting. Doors that separate you from Harbingers always make you nervous as it's not every day you find yourself faced with one armed only with a letter and shaking hands. If it were anyone else, you could've knocked in a heartbeat, but you pause to gather your bearings before raising your hand to knock.
One two, three…four. Spaced just as Columbina taught you to, and then you wait.
Several seconds pass in silence before you hear footsteps from inside, then a voice calling out to you. "The door is unlocked."
You reach for the handle, cautiously cracking open the door just enough to peek inside. Your eyes travel across the room from your left to your right until you spy Dottore seated in a chair facing away from you. He hears you, evident in the way he turns to look at you as you work up the courage to step inside and leave the door ajar behind you.
"It's you," he remarks, the closest to acknowledgment you expect to receive. You are about to make your way to hand him the letter when he interrupts you. "Close the door."
The door is always closed here like it's trying to keep someone out, but there's no one here that he would dread seeing who would knock and accept that the door is locked. He must not be trying to convince anyone of that, and if he was, maybe he'd lock the door for real and leave everyone stranded outside instead of talking.
Dottore makes you nervous. You don't know what he thinks or why, but you probably don't like it. It's the only reason why he would be here right now. Normal doctoring wouldn't get him far as a Harbinger, and the sounds you've heard coming from his lab are enough to deter you from wondering too much.
Instead, you quietly spin yourself around to push the door closed before returning to your endeavour of handing him this letter from Father she entrusted you with.
"Who is it from?" he asks, a question you remember him asking before too. You concluded that he's trying to gauge how eager he is to read it, and your answer will set his mood for the remainder of your stay.
You turn the envelope over to show him the seal on the back, which you hold out to him. The mark of the House of the Hearth—Father's seal—is displayed so that Dottore can glean the answer from wordless actions. He accepts it from your hand with a stifled eagerness, the hopes of something he'll enjoy written there held back by the knowledge that, in all likelihood, it's a trivial matter.
The moment the letter leaves your hands, you retreat to the safety of the door, where you stand beside the frame to await a half-hearted reaction or collect his response. Father is always happy when you return to the House to inform her that Dottore sighed when he read her letter, even if she regards the news with her usual stoicism. She despises when he bothers to send something back to her, but she never tells you why, as usual.
He collects something off his desk just out of your sight, hidden behind him, and the sound of paper tearing follows. He drops the twice-folded paper into his hand, then unfurls it to read the contents.
You wait in silence, nerves evening out as you rub the sleep from your eyes with the back of your hand. Sleepiness does help you occupy yourself if nothing else.
Then, you are interrupted by a snap of his fingers and a motion of his hand to usher you closer.
Keeping him waiting will only make him mad, though you're sure not enough time has passed for him to pen any cohesive message in the minute or two you spent waiting.
You look up in anticipation nonetheless, expecting him to hand you something or tell you something so when he reaches toward you, it doesn't alarm you.
Not until he grabs you beneath your arms, picks you up, and sits you down on the table, much closer to eye level with him.
"Arlecchino has her concerns about your sleeping habits and your seeming lack of will to speak," he begins, reaching behind you to grab something you barely follow before he has it in his hands. It's only a light, small and thinner than the torches at the House.
Your mind races with every question you can think of as you try to find a way off this table back to the floor, but the only way out is blocked by Dottore sitting in front of you, unsympathetic to the fear in your eyes when you stare at him. You could swear you hear your heartbeat thrumming in your ears in a quickened rhythm.
What was written in that letter? Was it about you? It takes only a brief glance down in search of the open letter to realise exactly what makes this delivery so important. Father tricked you into coming here to see the Doctor after you so eagerly declined her previous offer to go willingly. You catch glimpses of your name in Father's handwriting and little else as it blurs into a messy sea of details, but you always recognise how Father writes your name.
You know better than to assume this is punishment but rather the manifestation of Father's worry as you keep oversleeping lately and need one of the older children to fetch you from the comfort of your bed. The idea that habit would land you here, presumably getting a check-up, might've inspired you to prize yourself out of bed a little earlier had you known.
Dottore seems to gauge your trembling as an obvious sign of fear, though a twitch at the corner of his lips is your only indicator, as you can't see his eyes beneath the mask. "Her explicit concern was whether or not you're ill." He rests his hand against your knee— they're cold, yet you almost expect it. It doesn't mean you especially like it. You can only interpret the action as a skewed attempt to comfort you. "As long as you're healthy, I see no reason to keep you longer than a simple check up."
He's not a real doctor, is all you can think, and he doesn't know what he's doing.
You have no choice but to steel yourself for whatever pain you're about to be subjected to. It might hurt, but you have no way out, no way back to Father, so you can curl up in a ball at her feet and ask why she would subject you to this torture—
"Don't tense your jaw," you suddenly hear, realising his finger taps your knee to grab your attention back from dreamland. "Open your mouth," he instructs you, and rather simply at that. It's something you can follow without getting scared he'll hurt you somehow.
He shines that light at you, inspecting something, though you can't say what. A slight tilt of his hand and, by proxy, the light he's holding is your only sign he's looking at anything.
The light is off before you know it. There was no pain at all, not even a hint of discomfort beyond what naturally arises from your ever-present anxiousness.
Dottore moves to set the light beside you, then appears to change his mind as he offers it to you. You take it from his hand and click it just as he had, the light coming on again. Another click, and it's off. Holding it just like that, an object of clicks and ridges and a light you can play with, is enough to give you something to at least take your mind off the fear of getting hurt.
"Lift your head."
This time, compliance comes easier as you tilt your head up until the point his hand stops nudging you, and instead, he presses his fingers against your throat. It's light enough to feel only slight pressure; it doesn't hurt, but you don't like that feeling. Your thumb brushes over the exterior of the light, smooth against the pads of your fingers and satisfying to touch. You pull away before you can come to your senses and stop yourself, but he lets go the moment your discomfort flares, and you do the closest you can to telling him no.
Your breathing begins to even back out seeing his hands so clearly in the air in front of you, away from you, not touching you. It's silent reassurance that what you just did counts enough as revoking his permission to touch you as anything can.
Dottore doesn't feel like dealing with the fussy child that trying to force it would invoke for a mere favour to the Knave.
Instead, simply asking you like the fully grown child you are seems much more efficient. "I'm going to ask you a few questions, all yes or no," he begins. "They're all simple enough you can answer without speaking."
You interpret the ensuing silence as Dottore waiting, expecting you to nod or shake your head, and you quickly offer a nod in agreement.
"Do you know if you're able to speak?"
You consider his question carefully, unsure of the answer. Your hesitation prompts him to rephrase the question.
"Are you able to make any noises at all?"
You nod. You know the answer to that.
"But not speak in full words?"
Not words. Words don't work. You shake your head.
"Would that be because you're physically unable to?"
You shake your head. You've spoken before, but each time you try, especially here, something robs you of your voice before you get the chance. You know you can talk, just not here like this.
"If not physical, then there's nothing wrong with you," he concludes. It feels sudden like there should be more, but he stops so quickly. "Nothing that I can fix," he promptly adds. That explains it.
Why not? He doesn't answer, unable to hear the things you don't say. To him, you remain as starkly silent as ever and as difficult to treat as you have been the past few minutes. You suspect he came to some greater conclusion between when you first walked in and now but neglects to share with you what it is.
You must look unsatisfied or just confused as he pauses to stare at you. You look away first, eyes drifting back to the light in your hands.
"Arlecchino only wanted to know if something was physically wrong with you," he says, briefly looking down at the letter as he skims a particular section again. "Your poor sleep may be the result of insomnia, or whatever is causing the mental block that also prevents you from speaking."
Mental block? Nobody ever told you about anything like that.
You eye him curiously, though you again remain silent, watching him while you think he isn't looking back. It's easy to look at him as long as you don't consciously think of the fact that he's staring at you behind that mask.
Dottore holds his hand out expectantly, a motion of his fingers telling you he wants you to return what you have in your hands to him. You do so, but not without a sadness-driven hesitance to accompany it.
"None of the things you're describing imply a physical problem, but a paranoid 'parent' overattentive to the wrong facets of what could be wrong with an orphan." You don't like the way he says that as if he's speaking ill of Father, but like always, you keep your mouth shut. "If you couldn't speak because of a physical injury, you would have presented with one when you arrived at the House of the Hearth—not now. Trouble sleeping and an elevated heart rate, shortness of breath, intense panic and your tremors are more likely the symptoms of anxiety."
That's a lot of words, but as he quickly lists every example, you seem to become conscious of it. Mental block, anxiety. Those are the two things you've been told that sound like explanations. You look down as if on instinct, hands held in front of you to investigate his claims that you're shaking. You are. Before your eyes, your hands are trembling, though you can't say why. You look back at him to see if he has anything else to say.
You thought your sleep troubles weren't the same, the result of bad dreams, but supposedly not. Dottore doesn't know anything about that, does he? No, he can't. You never told him, so he can't know. He knows lots of things he shouldn't, like your heart racing when you're scared or how you feel like you can't breathe at times.
Dottore clicks the light on again, shining it down at your hands resting in your lap. He circles it in place, and your eyes follow. It clicks off again after a few seconds. "Distraction helps anxiety," he says, then sets it down on the desk beside you. "Do you know why you can't sleep?" he asks.
Yes. You nod. Dreams. On nights when they're at their worst, they keep you awake long past bedtime when all others have gone to sleep. By breakfast, you can be so tired and sleep-deprived that dozing off over your food is the only thing you can manage.
You half expect to sit through another round of questioning before Dottore finds the one that clicks the pieces perfectly together in his head, just as he did in the first round.
Instead, Dottore stands, and his hands find your sides to hook you under your arms. Your feet are back on the ground before you can fuss any more about how much you do or do not like it. With you out of his way, he flips the paper Father wrote her request to him on.
"If you know the answer, then you're free to go."
That's it?
You stare up at him for a moment, perplexed by the surprising lack of pain compared to the abundance of fear you felt. It should have hurt, but it didn't, and now you don't know why you were so against coming here in the first place. Dottore spared five or ten minutes of his time, which he already didn't want to give you, and is sending you on your way without injury,
You can't see his face as he's turned away, writing something down that you can't make out. If you took a guess what it is, it's probably about you, just like the first one was. Still, you can tell why Father is so annoyed to receive letters from him. You don't recognise your name when he writes it. You don't recognise anything he writes. His handwriting is awful.
He folds it and slips it back into the envelope it was given to him in. That's not proper etiquette, but something in the way he practically shoves it into your hands tells you that he doesn't particularly care. So long as it gets from him to Father, it doesn't matter how it gets there in his eyes.
"Give that to the Knave." That is his final instruction. You're very used to following those kinds of instructions by now, having heard and executed them many times. They're second nature to your mind.
You nod, pinching it between your fingers to keep the paper from falling out of the open envelope. If Father's was critical, so is this one, and you'll get it back to her quickly—more importantly, safely.
You can't help wondering why it felt so much easier to have someone briefly look at you and ask a few questions. The older children make it sound torturous and barbaric, like being used as a lab rat to spite Father for her refusal with his only opportunity to access the children of the House.
Perhaps seeing a doctor to ease Father's worries isn't as scary as you believed.
#for anyone wondering#yes this is extremely self-indulgent#because the little doctor-fearing child in me needs to be soothed#by a scarier doctor LMAO#✦ — scenarios.#✦ — fluff.#dottore#il dottore#dottore x reader#il dottore x reader#genshin impact#genshin#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader
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FINALLY got these scribbles from last session of the Cthulhu game scanned in lmao, THINGS HAVE BEEN SO BUSY but cthulhu has been very exciting!!
While looking for some Alan Leroy guy to figure out why the Phantom is following(?) him(?), we asked around with (a) his book club friends and (b) the mob, as one does. Sammy managed to avoid seeing the yellow sign when he realised very quickly what Cool Obscure Book this book club pal might be describing (unlike Jack, a polite boy who does not RAPIDLY AVERT HIS EYES FROM HIS CONVERSATIONAL PARTNER), but did not manage to avoid being hustled off by the mob to talk to The Boss when Henry asked just a few too many questions. it went fine but Sammy was SO STRESSED, HES ALREADY BEEN KIDNAPPED BY GANGSTERS ONCE HE DOESNT WANT TO DO IT AGAIN
also hes still cute in this hat. you should wear hats more often sammy.
ANYWAY if you're here for Out of Context quotes from this session, I GOT EM RIGHT HERE UNDER THE CUT:
[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]
[Sammy] He will mention to Henry, something about "Oh boy, dreams are starting up again" kind of thing.
[Henry] Yyyyup.
[Henry] Don't get possessed again.
[Sammy]
[Sammy] i dON'T THINK SAMMY KNOWS WHAT TO DO WITH THAT!! The last time he got possessed was BY PROPHET, whom he still shares a body with!!
[Henry] Prophet doesn't count! Don't get possessed by anyone else.
[Sammy] .... I'LL DO MY BEST,
[Sammy] I just like the idea of Henry being like 'don't get possessed' and Sammy just LOOKS at him, like............ I'm already possessed, what are you talking about
[Sammy] Given how these things like to happen on auspicious days, I'm a little worried about New Years,
[Joey] That's exactly the spin he's going to put on it -- Some time off for New Years, and a bonus day off to recover from the celebrations!
[Jack] Gotta account for those, now that drinking's back!
[Henry] Oh good, I was really worried Joey would call Norman and get a "who are you?"
[Jack] Norman DOES do that, but just because he thinks it's funny.
[GM] That's possible, yeah,
[Sammy] Oh my gosh. I believe it, is the thing.
[GM] I do too, honestly... this might just be a thing that happens.
[GM] And the studio seems normal, and nobody got kidnapped in the night, not even Norman, and Henry's family is safe -- things are doing so good!
[Jack] Nobody that we're currently in contact with got kidnapped in the night!
[GM] That's true.
[Jack] I'm not ruling out Bertrum getting kidnapped.
[Jack] ...unrelated to the Carcosa nonsense, he just got kidnapped.
[GM] That's what he gets for hanging out with the mob.
[Jack] Sorry, I mean, "The Great Bertrum Piedmont." Have to use his full and official title.
[GM] That's how you get him un-kidnapped, he just breaks through a wall to correct you.
[Jack] *laughing* The Kool-Aid Bert................
[GM] The Great Kool-Aid Piedmont,
[Jack] Now that's fanart I don't want to see.
[GM] Welcome back! We've been talking about the Great Bertrum Piedmont Kool-Aid-ing through a wall to correct you about his name.
[Sammy] *startled wheezing* Okay, well it sounds like I've missed some really important developments!
[Jack] I think Jack would lean in the direction of like, they wanted to get in touch with him at the charity thing-- aaagh, that's technically not true. He's not the fast talk boy, he's not allowed to,
[Sammy] I mean, he CAN fast talk, Henry does it all the time!
[Jack] But does he succeed--
[Sammy] Henry's not the Fast Talk Boy but he keeps LYING anyway!!!
[Sammy] I feel like Jack is good at looking worried, and, caring about his fellow man,
[Jack] I don't think he has to TRY to look worried???
[Sammy] I don't think Sammy contains these qualities. Sammy looks like he's here to arrest you.
[GM] She's actually giving Sammy a concerned look,
[Sammy] Sammy is HERE FOR THE PROTECTION MONEY.
[Jack] Well, this was lovely! Time to leave, because Sammy's already... vibrating against the door trying to clip through it.
[Sammy] Sammy's IMMEDIATELY going to tell him about this clarinet with the missing E flat extension.
[Sammy] ....and then ALSO mention that he thinks maybe he's seen this guy before.
[Joey] Joey slightly fixes Henry's hair before they head in.
[Sammy] (That's a little bit gay, but alright,)
[Jack] (I think it's more than a little bit)
[Joey] LISTEN, listen, Joey recognises--
[Jack] Linda's out of town!
[Joey] --Joey recognises the neighbourhood,
[GM] The door gets opened pretty quickly, but the guy inside actually looks a little like he's suddenly out of his depth, because whatever he was expecting to happen is not what is happening.
[Sammy] That's a common reaction to Joey Drew.
[Joey] I feel like it's not going to be a fast talk roll, actually, to make this guy feel like this is NOT a dangerous ask? So I'm gonna go with persuade instead.
[GM] Are you going with the tack that you were concerned parties from the event?
[Joey] I think, concerned party, perhaps leaning towards the notion that they hit it off well at the party, and -- I'm just turning it into a fast talk,
[Joey] *trying again* I think Joey is leaning more into an idea that they are freshly met, but have similar interests? Or... possibly leaning into he's ...a friend of a friend and we're looking into it for that friend?
[Sammy] Joey trying NOT to lie is really funny. "Oh well obviously I'll just say -- oh, I guess that's not true; I'll just -- WELL, that's not technically true either,"
[Joey] ADMITTEDLY, if this does turn into a fast talk roll, using the same roll it's now a BETTER SUCCESS, so,
[Sammy] Just really funny how hard it is for Joey to just, HONESTLY REASSURE someone without inventing a whole narrative
[Joey] I'M GOOD AT COMING UP WITH STORIES!! I'm not good at... fact-checking them first...
[Joey] Please, if you hear from him, or get any more information, please reach out to us as soon as possible, because the sooner we can prevent this, the better off he'll be -- y'know, that whole thing!
[Joey] Do the most heartfelt, emotional connection he can... it's a little gay, but...
[Sammy] I fully believe in Joey's ability to extoll the virtues of this man he's never met.
[Sammy] We can just check with Norman, have him peek out the window and see if it looks weird,
[Joey] "Hey Norman, is your house in the right location?"
[Jack] "Dunno why you called me outside just to tell me that you moved my house!"
[GM] Norman answers the door, and gives you guys a quizzical look.
[Henry, out of character] :D Hey, did your house move?
[Sammy, in-character] >:/ Did your house move?
[Sammy] Sammy will point out things Jack noticed as being different, as if he also noticed them.
[GM] He'll turn back to you, and just kind of observe in a blase sort of way that he's apparently moved.
[Jack] I love Norman,,,,
[Joey] I love Norman's 89% Sanity score that never gets hit, apparently!
[Jack] His sense of humour is actually an indefinite insanity.
[Sammy] A constant coping mechanism,
[Jack] Can't go insane when you already are!!
[Jack] Jack is, not happy about this,
[GM, as Norman] He wonders if you'd like to come in for a housewarming, then.
[Sammy] Sammy's going to just catch her up on, the guy we're looking for read the play,
[Sammy] Also, might be a guy that Sammy saw in New Orleans, and that might be why he knew the music??
[Sammy] ALSO, WEIRD THING with his clarinet, he doesn't have the E flat extension that you'd EXPECT HIM TO HAVE?
[GM] I think Susie knows enough that she would say that's weird if he's playing seriously.
[Jack] I was about to ask if this meant anything to these two--
[Joey] Norman is regaining sanity by watching Sammy rattle on about all this.
[GM] He's probably chiming in opinions, too, that are completely not based in any actual musical knowledge --
[Henry] Norman just like "He's missing the E extension? Next he's gonna lose the, the F Shortener!"
[GM] "What's the world coming to!"
[Sammy] Sammy's giving him the most unamused look, and this is all Norman wanted.
[GM] Yeah, yeah, this is how he keeps his sanity high.
[Sammy] Just annoy Sammy Lawrence. That's the secret.
[Jack] Good to make sure things aren't going weirder over here-- which, uhhh,
[Sammy] Which they are!!
[Sammy] That's smart, but that's also really spooky. Like okay, cool! The whole world has re-written this! Cool cool cool cool cool.
[GM] He doesn't seem PLEASED about it, but he seems about normal.
[Henry] He seems Norman about it.
[Jack] Yeah, Normal Polk.
[Jack] *cracking up* He shows up at work the next day and he's called "Normal Ponk." That's his name now.
[Jack] Reality's rewriting itself, wanna kiss about it?
[Henry] Ah, Jack's okay again.
[Jack] If this was Fowler, then WHO WAS PHONE????
[GM] Well, okay, first things first, does Joey have Peter's number memorised?
[Joey] HM.
[Joey] ...I feel like he wouldn't admit it, but yes.
[Joey] Joey says he's going to call Peter back in a minute. And hangs up.
[GM] You cut him off in the middle of some sort of response--
[Joey] Cool.
[Joey] He managed to break into a safe once by doing this!
[Henry] "Break into" is... a bit of a strong phrasing.
[GM] *mumbling* "Get locked inside of,"
[Joey] The main thing is, Do Not Go Alone, because if something happens to Peter... we have no way of tracking down the information that he has! We, we lose, all of his evidence!
[Jack] .....and that's the ONLY thing,
[Joey] Yup!
[Henry] We ALSO lose his, HIM,
[Joey] *mumbling* No, no that doesn't matter as much, as evidence,
[Joey] It's clearly just, the fact that they lose all the benefits of having a reporter with ghost powers on their side, and NOT Peter himself, that is the issue!
[Jack] iTS NOT LIKE HE CARES ABOUT YOU OR ANYTHING!!!
[Jack] *spongebob meme* You like Peter Sunstram, don't you, Joey?
[Joey] Both Henry and Sammy are the best able to get themselves out of a tough, fight-y situation,
[Sammy] We can both punch, and Henry has magical power if something supernatural happens...
[Joey] Also! Also, neither Joey nor Jack are there to be taken hostage and used against them!
[Sammy] ... I think you're actually right. I hate to admit it, but I think you're right.
[Jack] I can't wait for Jack to be kidnapped at the magic shop, you guys!
[Henry] I can't believe we're sending the two least talky boys off together to talk to the mob,
[Joey] LISTEN. Henry and Sammy can go to the restaurant! Henry likes food! There we go!
[GM] I can't believe Joey's just making sure Henry gets a nice meal after his shake-up earlier...
[Sammy] I dunno, maybe Peter should come with us, just in ghost form. Henry can see him, potentially,
[Jack] So Pete's body can... Not be where he left it when he gets back to it!
[Sammy] ....hm,
[Joey] *startled laughter*
[Sammy] ....okay, nevermind,...
[Jack] Just leave him in the car, what could go wrong! That's not disappeared MULITPLE TIMES!
[GM] Johnny Nero is of average height and build, with dark, slicked back hair, and a neatly trimmed moustache -- so not like any of the other people that you know!
[GM] Wears expensive tailored suits, though.
[Jack & Joey] *snickering* So, not like, any of the people you know--
[GM] It narrows it down a bit!!
[Sammy] Alright, alright; bargain bin Joy Drew, got it.
[GM] You guys do get an offer to have food, while you're waiting.
[Sammy] Yeah.... why not.....
[Henry] Henry will, not,,,
[Joey] *shocked* NO?????
[Joey] *absolutely flabbergasted* FOOD!!!!!
[Sammy] Gangsters don't usually poison you, they usually give you nice food and then they knock you out and throw you in the river.
[Henry] WELL HENRY DOESNT KNOW THAT!
[GM] He hasn't done speakeasies like Sammy has!!
[Sammy] I'm noticing that this guy actually looks really nervous, and isn't taking charge of the situation,
[GM] He DOES have something that's probably a firearm in his pocket.
[Sammy] Yeah, yeah, but,
[Jack] It's his emotional support firearm!
[Sammy] Actually... Sammy WILL ask him if he saw it.
[GM] Uh,
[Sammy] Because he was RIGHT THERE looking at him. And I feel like, once you've seen it, and it does the weird thing where it gets in your head, you're not going to be confused what somebody's talking about if they ask you if you saw the yellow sign. You're going to know what that means.
[GM]
[GM] Are you going to say the thing...?
[Sammy] Have You Seen The Yellow Sign?
[Henry] Henry is half-considering...
[Sammy] *manically excited* DO YOU WANT TO TAKE THE THORN OUT OF THIS LION'S PAW, HENRY???
[Henry] You haven't been able to think straight since, have you?
[GM] He kind of squints at you, because he's a gangster and he doesn't want to be like "D: YEAH, ITS BEEN REALLY ROUGH :("
[Joey] *laughs* Henry IMMEDIATELY knows this look, because Joey does this as well!
[Sammy] Push the roll!! Push push push!
[Henry] *nervous* I DON'T KNOW IF I WANT TO PUSH IT,,,
[Sammy] WE'RE ALREADY KIDNAPPED! WHAT ELSE CAN GO WRONG!
[Henry] We didn't get kidnapped, so it's you guys' turn!
[Joey] We have the kidnapping charm with us, also known as "Jack Fain"!
[Sammy] Oh I thought it was Peter Sunstram.
[Sammy]
[Sammy] DO THEY STACK?
[Jack] I can't wait for us to get to these spooky occult magic shops, and it's just like, "here's a bunch of overpriced tumbled gemstones and some incense!"
[GM] The first one you go to is kind of that style.
[Jack] Ideal! I hope they have a really tacky fake skull.
[Joey] Joey is judging the whole place.
[Joey] WAIT, wait, they took you from the bar to the restaurant, and then you got the heckin' sign out of Nero's head, and he's not even gonna offer you a ride back to the bar?!?
[Henry] I think what we got out of it is "not being kidnapped".
[GM] JOEY is the one with the history of talking kidnappers into giving him rides,
[Sammy] I do think it would be classier if he gave us a ride. I'm with Boo on this, it would be a classy gangster move.
[Sammy] With that guy they kidnapped to do music for whoever's birthday party, they dropped him back off later, but, you know, it's fine,
[Joey] Show your heckin' appreciation! *exasperated* THIS IS HOW WE CAN TELL HE'S AVERAGE!!
[GM] Uh, lemme roll a quick like............. etiquette roll,
[Sammy] Gangster Classiness,
[GM] *rolls terribly* Yeah, I think he's frazzled enough -- this is gonna reflect poorly on him later.
[Joey] Wow.
[Jack] Normal success for Jack! How many terrible tacky skulls do I see?
[GM] Just SO many.
[Sammy] This place won't help you, buddy.
[Jack] I dunno, if you buy enough tacky skulls, maybe the guy won't wanna get near you.
[Henry] Just throw tacky skulls at him!
[Jack] A tacky skull a day keeps the pallid mask away!!
[GM] A more discerning occult collection than the other one.
[Jack] The kind of place that has the more occult things like, in a locked cabinet instead of in a heap on the counter.
[Sammy] In the bargain bin,
[Jack] "Box of assorted random magic junk"? Yeah, I wanna rummage my hand in that, I'm not gonna get five curses,
[Jack] *laughs* I'm not even AT the other place anymore and I'm still dunking on it!
[Sammy] Jack's just saying these things to Joey to like, keep his spirits up.
[Joey] It would be working,
[Sammy] I am curious if the restaurant is at the same address that we remember it being on.
[GM] It is the same address! The name is different.
[Jack] What's the new name?
[GM] Lombardi's! It was Leon's.
[Henry] ... some dude got his whole name changed,
[Jack] Oh man, when do they do that to me, I want a legal name change!
[Jack] Bringing the Yellow King into the world to get a free transition,
[Sammy] No! Don't do it! He won't transition you into a human, it'll be..... something else,
[Henry] We're gonna run over the Pallid Mask. Vroom vroom motherfucker.
[GM] You do bump into something that is unyielding.
[Jack] Oh no, Jack's car!
[Jack] ... and also, whatever he hit, I guess!
[Joey] Joey is immediately flipping around to grab his cane; if the guy tries to get in the car, he's going to bash him in the face! and say GET OUT!!
[Sammy] Well, it worked really well for Nero, so
[Henry] The guy just got hit by a car and didn't move! I don't think the cane's gonna do much!
[Jack] Especially not with Joey's weak noodle arms!
[Joey] Yeah but he's upset!! That this guy is trying to get in the car! He was not invited in!
[GM] ...make a CON roll.
[Joey]
[Joey] oKEY DOKEY,,,
[Sammy] Peter now is NOT the time to astral project
[GM] Luckily he doesn't have that insanity currently, or he'd already be gone!
[Jack] The car stops and Pete's ghost just flies through the windshield,
[Jack] I'm losing my mind...
[GM] You are! 1d6 of it!
[GM] This is kind of wild magic zone, so you get some creative license.
[Joey] Hmm. Hmm! Hmmmmmm...
[Sammy] Oh no, you've given Joey Drew creative license,
[Joey] But when I picked out Jack's car, it's the first car that has full safety glass in it!!
[Jack]
[Jack] SO EVEN MORE EXPENSIVE TO REPLACE!!!
#call of cthulhu: haunted hijinx#quote post#when in doubt just keep drawing#sammy lawrence#jack fain#henry stein#last season we were sooo careful so this season we're just JUMPING RIGHT IN
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From: [email protected]
Subject: Cheerleading (what else?)
Hey Em, it's your very-best-friend-in-the-world, but I guess you knew that when you saw the "from" line, right? Duh, my blond is showing again. Anyway, how are you holding up in godawful Cleveland... I still CANNOT believe that your parents could just up and move from beautiful SoCal to the midwest for gods sake... and break up the dynamic duo of Smithfield High cheereleading... but anyway, I still miss you every day.
You are probably wondering why I am sending you this big-assed email instead of just calling you or IMing. Well, I have to tell you something very important, and it is waaay too complicated for instant messaging, and waaay too mbarrassing to talk about on the phone. Really.
WARNING: DO NOT PRINT THIS OUT, AND DO NOT LET ANYONE SEE YOUR COMPUTER SCREEN WHILE YOU ARE READING IT. Especially that bratty little brother of yours. I would just like DIE if any of this got out. In fact the only reason I am sending this to you is that I have to get this off my chest, and you are the only person in the world I trust enough to share this with.
Why the mystery? Well, it started a few days ago. You know it's the end of the school year, which means it's time for tryouts for next year's cheerleading squad, right? BTW, how is cheering in Ohio? Did you freeze your cute little tushy off at some of those November football games? Anyway, tryouts should have been a slam-dunk for me, right? I mean, we are talking about Miss Cheerleader right... who else has a mother who decided while she was STILL IN THE WOMB that her daughter was going to college on a cheerleading scholarship... who else has been taking gymnastics and dance classes since she was five... who else has been going to cheerleading camps every summer since she was nine... who else was the best cheerleader on the squad last year even though she was just a sophomore... and who else was loved by the cheerleading coach?
What's the problem, I can hear you thinking. The problem was that Mrs. Caron... yes, that Mrs. Caron... just the best cheerleading coach in the state... turned in her resignation two weeks before tryouts. Seems like she is tired of fighting for money from our Neanderthal athletic director, so she is leaving to go to a private school where they take cheerleading seriously. I mean, Emmy, when she broke the news to me we just like hugged each other and cried for about ten minutes. She tried to talk me into transferring to her new school, but there is no way my parents can afford that. And besides, I don't want to leave all my friends here!
Anyway, still not a problem, right? I just have to break in a new coach. Then last week we found out that the new coach was going to be Mr. Hayward. Yeah, The Toad. You know he was the coach of the wrestling team for a long time, but that was one of the sports that was eliminated this year... not enough money... Title IX... etc. So he lost his job... well, he's still a history teacher... but everybody knows his real love was coaching. But he talked to his good buddy the A.D., and he got Mrs. Caron's old job. I mean, here is a guy who admits that he doesn't know anything about cheerleading... and who has a beef with females anyway over that whole Title IX thing... and he is going to be our coach???
Just the thought of being around that short, stubby sweaty pig... sorry, toad... is enough to make me sick. The only good thing about him being in charge is that he found a good assistant coach. We have a new algebra teacher this year... Mr. Lange... fresh out of college, and kind of a hottie too, for a teacher. Turns out he was a cheerleader in college, so we are assuming that he knows what he is doing. My hope is that The Toad will just sit back and collect the extra money for coaching and let the new guy actually run things.
So anyway, tryout day comes, and I'm stoked. You know how you always ace final exams, 'cause you've got that academic thing figured out, yada, yada. Well, that's how I feel about tryouts. There were 21 girls and eight guys that showed up, so the toad and his toady (hey, I just made a funny!) divided us up into two groups and had each group run through six of our cheers from last year. I mean, Emmy, I helped Mrs. Caron design some of those routines! Then they sent everybody to the locker room and had us go out one at a time and do some leaps, splits, whatever.
Of course, I had it nailed. The only thing that bothered me a little bit was that both Mr. Hayward and Mr. Lange seemed to spend more time looking at my legs than at what I was doing. But hey, we both know who has the best looking legs in school, right? After everyone had done their individual routines, Coach Hayward... I guess I better get used to saying that... called everyone back and told us that the announcement of who was going to be on the squad would be posted after school the next day.
So I went home that night feeling pretty good about things. Mom and I talked a lot about the tryouts, but mainly we were just trying to decide who else would be selected, and how good the squad would be next year. Well, you can see where this is going right? Yeah, next day after last period, I ran down to the bulletin board, and quickly scanned the names... to see who I would be working with next year of course. Then I realized that I had gotten to the bottom of the list, and one very obvious name was missing, MINE!
Emmypoo, I almost fainted. I read through the list again... you know I'm not the best reader in the world ;-) But my name just wasn't there. I read through the list again, slowly, and noticed that there were only eleven girls and six boys names on the list. The coaches had said they were going to have twelve girls on the squad. Then I noticed my name was in a note below the roster. It said that Brenda Morrison, Leah Riley, and yours truly were to report to Coach Hayward's office.
Well, as soon as I read that, I went storming into his ffice... well actually it was pretty hard to go storming, since it was right next door to the bulletin board, but you know what I mean. I was ready for a fight... no reptile... or is it amphibian?... was going to keep me off MY cheerleading squad. But after I got in the office and was face to face with Coach Hayward, the slimy way his eyes just moved up and down my body took away a lot of my anger.
Before I could say anything, he grinned at me, and said "Well, Miss Kelly, I guess you are wondering why your name was not on the list?"
I wanted to snarl something mean back at him, but I bit my tongue and decided to play it cool. I gave him my best polite little-girl "yes sir" and tried my hardest to give him a nice smile. I don't think that mattered, he was staring at my body and not my face.
"Here's the deal," he finally said. "We have one more spot left, and we just can't make up our mind between you and Miss Morrison and Miss Riley. So Coach Lange and I are going to have one more tryout tomorrow between the three of you. We'll be looking to be impressed, so bring your A game."
OK, no sweat again, right? I mean Brenda is so top-heavy that she can't do most of the tumbles and flips, and Leah has that pizza-face, so I shouldn't have been worried, right? God, I am such a BITCH when it comes to cheerleading. Don't answer that!
Then, just as I was leaving the office, Coach Hayward said one more thing. "Oh, Miss Kelly, by the way, I wanted to tell you that I want to take cheerleading in a little different direction next year. I want to go back to the way it was when I was in high school, when the cheerleaders were the hottest girls on campus, and were the object of every freshman boy's wet dream. So... try to emphasize the sex appeal tomorrow, OK?"
I couldn't believe that here in the 21st century... it is the 21st century right?... ever since 2000 I have been a little confused... and that kind of sexist attitude is not only out of date but downright illegal, right??
Mom was waiting to pick me up, and when I got in the car I spilled out everything in one long outburst... not making the team... another tryout... and the sex appeal comment. When I finished, Mom calmly as always, gave me a hug and said "We can do this, Heather, we can do this." I didn't know who the "we" was she was talking about, since I was the only one in the car with the problem.
I asked her if we shouldn't go to the school board and claim sexual harassment or something, but Mom said, "Honey, that will take too long. By the time it's resolved, you would probably miss your junior year on the squad. Sorry babe, the rules have changed, and we have to change with it."
Anyway, that night, while I was working on my homework... and yes, wiseass, I do occasionally do my homework... Mom came into my room and started pawing through my underwear drawer.
"Mom, what are you doing?"
"We're getting you ready for tomorrow, honey." There was that 'we' again. "Look, Heather, it it's sex they're looking for, it's sex we'll give them." She dug deep into the drawer and pulled out that g-string underwear that I bought last year but never had enough guts to actually wear. I didn't even know Mom knew about it. "OK, this will do for a start," she said as she tossed them on the bed. "And forget about wearing your cheer briefs, just go with the thong."
"Mom, what are you talking about?" I protested. "I can't do my routines that way. My butt will be sticking out."
"Now you're getting the idea, Heather," Mom grinned at me. "Look, Honey, it's time I was honest with you. You know I've told you how being a cheerleader was the best thing I did in school? What I never told you about was that I wasn't the most talented girl on the squad, and I wasn't the prettiest either. So I had to use everything I could to get picked. That's why you just need to trust me on this one. I've played this game before."
Who are you, and what have you done with my mother, I felt like asking. She kept digging around until she found an old sweater that I had stopped wearing a year ago because it was too small. "Here," she threw it at me. "your breasts aren't that big, but they are nicely shaped, and they should look good in this. Oh, and ditch those crappy shorts you wore to the tryouts yesterday. Wear the skirt from your freshman year uniform. That should be short enough to give them a good show."
There's no arguing with Mom when she gets that look on her face... you know the one... where her lips kind of disappear and she gets that big, ugly crease in her forehead... so I wore the slut suit she picked out for me to the tryout the next day.
I was like so embarrassed that I couldn't concentrate on what I was doing and messed up a couple of simple routines. I knew I was blowing it, which made it even harder to concentrate. And every time I did a jump or a split, I could see both Coach Hayward and Coach Lange staring right at my crotch or my butt.
Then The Toad said he wanted to see a couple of lifts, and he asked Coach Lange to help out. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, but that sorry SOB was copping a feel every time he got his hands on me. First his thumb was pressing into my pussy on one lift, then my asshole on another, and when he caught me after the throws, somehow one of his hands ended up squeezing a tit each time. I mean, Mrs. Caron used to kick guys off the squad for that kind of stuff! And both he and The Toad had these creepy grins on there face the whole time. What a couple of pervs!
Finally, it was over. Coach Hayward didn't say anything other than they would let us know the next day who got the last spot. I ran out to the parking lot and jumped into the car. I just wanted to go home, take a long, hot shower, and put on some normal clothes. I wasn't even sure I wanted to be on the squad if I was going to have to put up with those creeps all year.
But when I got in the car, Mom didn't head home right away. Instead, she told me to wait in the care while she went to "have a little talk" with the coaches. I wanted to tell her to stay out of it, I was afraid that her meddling would only make it worse, but she had those tight lips again, so I just let her go.
I waited in the hot car for about fifteen minutes, then I got pissed. I was hot, tired, and I just wanted to go home. So I went back inside to see what was taking her so long. When I got back to Coach Hayward's office, I heard Mom and Coach Hayward talking, so I just barged right in.
Now you will see why this note has to be kept a secret. The first thing I saw when I entered the office was The Toad standing in front of his desk, with his pants down around his ankles, and with my mom on her knees in front of him.
"Mom, what are you doing!" I squeaked.
They both turned and looked at me, but neither one of them seemed to be too shocked to see me, and Mom didn't stop what she was doing. She said, "Well, come on in Heather. After all, this is all about you anyway. Remember what I told you last night about having to use every trick I could to get what I wanted? Well, it looks like those tricks still work."
As Mom went back to fishing Coach Hayward's cock out of his underwear, he turned to me and said, "Yeah, Heather. It looks like your mom really wants you to be picked. You're a lucky girl, not many parents would go this far for their kid."
I heard a laugh to my right. I was so shocked by what I was seeing that I hadn't noticed that Coach Lange was there too, sitting on that ratty old leather sofa that Mrs. Caron has had in her office since forever. He was watching what was going on with a big smile on his face, and his cock in his hand. I couldn't move or say anything. I tried to ignore Coach Lange, and just stared at my mom as she took the toad's penis into her mouth and started bobbing her head.
OK, I know there really wasn't anything funny about what was going on, but I almost had to laugh out loud when I saw Coach Hayward's prick. I mean Em, there was this big, scary-lookin' macho guy, with a tiny dinky poking out from under his belly. It looked like a little boys penis... not that I know a lot about little boys, smartass... you now what I mean. It was about the size of my big toe... wait a minute, make that your big toe... you know how small and dainty my feet are ;-)
Well make this short sweet I made the team w conditions I need help coach out when ever needed.
#older man younger woman#oldermen#older daddy#older guys#teacher crush#dadyslittlegirl#fuck me dady#older dad bf#daddy's good girl#cheerleader
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Hi I have a request...well hello... Sorry I don't know what else to say so I'll just skip to the part where I put in my request. I want to ask for Gojo with a f!reader who is also a special grade sorcerer. She felt under strain from her excessive number of missions and was slowly falling to the dark side like Geto, and she always acted like she was fine when she was with Gojo but was still somehow discovered by him. I've been feeling down a lot lately and everything is stressing me out. I'm having lots of negative thoughts. I really need a hug (long hug, lots of hug) or some comforts.
||Don't fall|| written by me
Gojo x f!reader| Minors DNI| TRIGGER WARNING
Tags:overworked reader,depression,Gojo x reader,cute,fluff,swearing
i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes
please reblog 🔁 and like❤️
P.s: it was kinda difficult writing this but i hope you like it darling and im writing this at 12:12 am
@muzansslxt
You, a special grade sorcerer yourself, have a massive burden on your shoulders. You get assigned an unusual amount of missions and are constantly pushing yourself to the limit. Your resolve is being tested, and you are slowly falling to the dark side just like Geto did.
When around Gojo, you try to act like everything is fine and act like nothing has changed. But somehow, he's still noticed. You're starting to lose hope, and his concern for you is the only thing keeping you from slipping completely.
"Are you okay?" Gojo asks quietly, stepping closer to you. You pretend that everything is fine, but he can clearly see through it. He's always had a way of reading you like a book.
You shrug, trying to hide the fact that you're on the brink of burnout. "I'm fine" you say, putting up a brave face. "Just tired"
"You're working too hard" Gojo says, his voice softer than usual. He's worried about you, and it shows. "I know these missions are important, but I'm worried about you."
His concern is the only thing keeping you from slipping even further onto the path of darkness. You shrug again, trying to pretend like it's nothing, but you know the truth. You're not fine.
"I'll be fine." You try to sound convincing, but Gojo knows you well enough to see through your facade. You're hiding how overworked and stressed out you are, and he knows it. "I'm just tired" you repeat, trying to sound more confident than you actually feel.
This isn't the first time he's voiced his concern about you, but you're adamant that you can handle it. You try to be strong and push through despite how exhausted you are. You want to prove that you can do this.
"I know you're strong…" Gojo says, staring at you intently. You can't help but meet his gaze. His eyes seem to pierce right through you.
"… But you can't keep working yourself this hard. You're burning out. I'm worried about you."
He's right, and now you're starting to admit it. You've been pushing yourself too hard for too long, and it's finally taking its toll on you. You can feel your resolve slipping away, and it scares you.
"I'll… I'll be fine" you say again, your voice wavering slightly this time. You feel like you've been pushing yourself too hard for far too long, and it's catching up with you. Gojo's concern is starting to get to you, and you're starting to admit that you're not alright.
"I promise you" you add firmly, trying to convince yourself as much as him. "I can handle it. I just need to keep pushing."
"You're starting to sound like Geto." Gojo says softly, his tone laced with worry. He knows how intense Geto was when it came to his missions, always refusing to take breaks or time off. He's scared that you're turning into him.
You try to assure Gojo that you're nothing like Geto, but he doesn't seem convinced. He knows you too well to believe that just because you say you're fine that means you really are. He's stubborn, and he won't quit until he knows that you're truly alright.
“I’m not like Geto.” You try to argue, but even you know that you sound more and more like him with every passing day. You can hear the similarities in your own tone, and it’s unnerving.
Gojo seems unconvinced, and his expression remains serious. He doesn't want you to go down the same path as Geto. The two of you have grown closer over the last few months, and he's seen how much you're struggling. He's trying to keep you on the right track.
"Afraid that i will leave you or kill some "monkey"?" You asked sternly
“Both, actually” Gojo replies curtly, a hint of playfulness in his tone despite the seriousness of the conversation. He is completely aware that you have developed a short temper and tendency towards hostility over the past few months. He is also aware that you are slowly descending deeper into darkness.
“The monkey comment was a bit uncalled for though…” Gojo adds, unable to contain a smirk.
"Well that what humans are,monkeys who fights and kill other humans for their own benifith no? so why i cant get rid of those monkeys?" You asked sounding serious looking at Gojo.
"Because that would make you no better than them." Gojo replies, his tone once again hardening. "Humans can be cruel, yes, but that doesn't give you the right to act as judge, jury, and executioner. Killing without mercy simply because you have the power to do so is not right."
Gojo is trying to appeal to your sense of morality. He knows you have the power to do many terrible things, the power that Geto also possessed. But he wants you to stay on the path of justice.
"That's what Geto did, and look where he ended up" Gojo adds quietly. "He became a twisted, vengeful person who only sought to spread destruction."
He doesn't want you to go down the same path as Geto. The last thing the world needs is another Geto. You have the power to do many great things, but you also have the power to cause tremendous damage.
"And what's the difference between me and him?" you ask sharply, your tone harsh as you try to justify your actions. "I have the ability to eliminate those I deem unworthy, so why shouldn't I?"
Your morals have become twisted over time, tainted by the power of darkness. You're slowly starting to believe that ending the lives of people you deem as unworthy is the only way to truly restore peace. Gojo's concern is starting to grow.
"Because you're not supposed to kill those you deem unworthy" Gojo replies quietly, the playfulness now gone from his tone. He's starting to realize just how far you've fallen down the path towards madness. "We're sorcerers, not god. We don't get to decide who lives and who dies."
Gojo is trying to remind you of your duty as a sorcerer, to hunt cursed spirits and protect the innocent. He's trying to convince you that what you're doing is wrong and that it'll only end in more destruction.
"But why are we supposed to protect the ignorant weak mortals?" you ask, a hint of disdain in your voice. "We have the power to punish and rid the world of them, so why shouldn't we?"
You're starting to sound more and more like Geto every time you speak. Gojo's concern is reaching a fever pitch. He knows that if you continue with this way of thinking, there's no turning back.
"Because they're people." Gojo replies, his voice becoming more and more forceful. "They're not animals that need to be punished simply because they're weaker than us. They're human just like us, and they deserve to live."
He's trying to appeal to your humanity, hoping to get you to see them as fellow human beings instead of "weak mortals" that need to be punished. He's trying to get you to remember who you used to be, before you started to fall.
"And look what they did to me,to us! they don't fucking care,even if we kill a spirit they will blame us for other stuff and i work for those fucking ungrateful monkeys!" you shouted as you broke down crying
Gojo listens as you vent, letting down the walls you've built up around yourself. The pain and bitterness in your voice is clear to him, and he can see how much you have come to resent humans.
He's aware of your struggles, the way that humans have let you down and blamed you for things that weren't your fault. It's the reason you now have this deep-seated hatred of them.
He understands your hurt, but he still doesn't think that that justifies taking lives indiscriminately.
“I know you’ve been through a lot, and those humans did you wrong” Gojo says, speaking slowly and calmly, trying to reassure you while also being firm with you. “But you can’t just turn around and do the same to them. That’s not justice. It’s only fueling the cycle of hatred and death.”
He wants you to see the bigger picture, to realize that punishing humans isn’t the answer. He’s trying to appeal to your sense of morality, trying to get you to understand that killing isn’t the solution.
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Gojo notices the cracks forming in the ground beneath your feet, and he immediately tries to step in to comfort you. He knows that your emotions are running rampant and that your power is becoming unchecked.
He quickly moves to your side, wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace. He can feel your pain, your hurt, and your confusion surrounding everything that's happened. He knows that you're struggling, and he's trying his best to provide you with the comfort and support that you need.
"Shh, it's alright…" Gojo whispered, gently running his hands through your hair. "Shh, take a deep breath…"
His voice is calming and reassuring, filled with understanding and compassion that you haven't felt in a long while. He's trying to soothe you, to ease the chaos inside you. He's trying his best to make you feel heard and cared for.
"Look at me…" He says quietly, holding your face gently. "Look at me…"
Gojo wants you to focus on him, to get your mind out of the place it's currently in. He's trying to ground you, to pull you out of the spiral of emotions you've found yourself in.
"Breathe…" He says calmly, gently brushing away the stray tears from your cheeks. "Just breathe…"
Gojo is trying to help you calm down and get your emotions under control.
"Okay…" Your breathing starts to slow to a normal rate, and your emotions begin to stabilize. Gojo keeps his arms around you, continuing to hold you tightly. He's not letting go until you're completely calm and in control again.
He continues to hold you, not leaving your side until you have managed to calm down completely. He's offering you the comfort and support that you so badly need right now. He's not going to leave until you're back to your usual self.
Gojo understands your emotions better than anyone else. He knows how much pain and suffering you've gone through. He knows how much you've been mistreated and betrayed. He knows how much you've been hurt, and he wants to make it all go away.
"I…I'm better now" you say quietly, finally taking a deep breath and managing to compose yourself. You are still in his arms, and he does not seem inclined to let you go just yet.
He keeps you close, not letting you get away until he is sure that you are truly okay and no longer spiraling. He's worried about you, and he's willing to do whatever it takes to ensure that you're safe and in control.
You stiffened when you felt Gojo snuggling his cheek in the crook of your neck and shoulder "G..gojo?"
Gojo doesn't answer immediately, the silence hanging in the air between you as he continued to hold you close. His cheek is nuzzled against your neck, his arms still wrapped tightly around you.
It feels… surprisingly comforting, having him so close to you like this. You've never had anyone cuddle with you in such a manner before… and it feels nice. Maybe too nice.
"Hmm?" Gojo asks after a moment, his voice low and quiet. He's still holding you close to his body, his arms wrapped around you tightly as if he won't let go anytime soon.
You can feel the tension building between you, both emotionally and physically. The way that he's holding you… it makes your body tingle with awareness. There's a spark between you that's palpable, and the longer you are in this position, the hotter it burns.
"no..nothing..just…" you wrapped your hands around his torso underneath his arms "don't let go"
"Never." Gojo replies simply, not moving an inch. If anything, he only holds you closer to his body, pressing you even more firmly against him as he refuses to let you go.
The physical contact between the two of you is intense, almost too much to bear. Your bodies are so close that you can almost feel every muscle straining at the touch. Your hands wrap around his torso, your grip tightening, and he seems to take comfort in the way that you cling to him.
Gojo leans his head slightly down, his cheek pressing softly against your neck. You can feel his breath tickling your skin, and you find yourself leaning into him. He's so warm and close to you, and you're finding it hard to resist the urge to push the boundaries and get even closer.
The electricity in the air grows stronger with every passing moment, both of you feeling the tension between you. Your hands move up to the small of his back, and he holds you even tighter.
He pulls you even closer, feeling a surge of warmth radiate from within his body as he holds you in his arms. His body's heat is soothing your soul and helping to fill the empty void within you.
The exhaustion and depression you still feel melts away slightly as you bury yourself further into his chest, pressing yourself into his warm embrace. You're finding more and more comfort in a position you haven't been in before, and you can feel a slight smile on your face despite everything that has happened.
Gojo continues to hold you tightly, not letting go for a second. His arms are strong, yet comfortable as he holds you to his chest. You can feel his breathing quicken as you lay your head against his body, his warmth seeping into your own.
The fatigue you still feel slowly melts away, replaced by a feeling of contentment and safety. You're starting to relax, to feel at ease. You're feeling more and more comfortable in his arms, and you have a creeping sense of safety that is starting to take root inside your mind.
Gojo continues to hold you in his arms, his own fatigue melting away as well. The physical contact between the two of you is refreshing, easing the weight of the tension on both of your bodies.
You can feel the tiredness slowly fade away the longer you stay in this position, your breathing beginning to slow again and your mind becoming quieter with each passing second. The safety you're feeling is both physical and emotional, his presence offering you an outlet to relax and a sense of comfort that you've been missing for so long.
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gale meeting eden's parents 🤭 nervous out of his mind
meet the mr & mrs., major gale cleven
pairing: major gale cleven x eden marie. content: in which gale meets the eden’s parents. an: hehehehe, thanks for your patience, doll. tags: @turn-thy-paige @neeville @ineedafictionalman @ihe4rtisa @lovebyceleste
"Don't be nervous," Eden soothed gently. She caressed his broad shoulder in reassurance. She could feel the way his body trembled beneath her touch and what she was once confident in, began to make her weary. He was that nervous to meet her parents?
Contrary to popular belief of the times, Eden was born to educated parents. Her mother was a nurse and her father was a teacher who retired just a few years prior. He spent time tutoring children in mathematics and science, his area of expertise. She had a sister who passed away at a young age, therefore she grew up as the sole child in the home.
Her parents were kind and loving people. She'd hardly seen them angry or act inappropriately, so she struggled to see why her boyfriend would be so nervous to meet them. But, she had to remind herself that she knew them in a way he didn't, and meeting her parents was supposed to be intimidating. He should want to make the best impression possible.
"They'll love you, doll," she reassured, pressing her lips against the corner of his mouth. "Promise."
The journey to her parents' home went by quickly. Soon, they were outside the door of the brick home. As Gale stood at the threshold of Eden's childhood home, his heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness. He smoothed down the front of his shirt, adjusted his collar, and took a deep breath to calm his nerves.
As the door swung open, revealing Eden's parents, Gale couldn't help but notice the warmth in their smiles. They greeted him with open arms, an action he was not anticipating. Eden's father, a sturdy man with broad shoulders, a thick beard, and dark eyes, extended his hand in a firm handshake, "Major."
Gale shook his head, "Gale, sir. Nice to meet you." Her father's eyebrow quipped in approval. He nodded slowly and Eden's mother stepped in front of her husband, a soft smile on her face.
Eden was a spitting image of her, just deeper in complexion and with her father's eyes. Her mother's embrace was warm as she enveloped him in a gentle hug, expressing her delight at meeting the man who had her daughter head over heels. "Wonderful to meet you, Gale."
Gale reciprocated their gestures, offering a genuine smile and a polite greeting. He was mindful to convey respect and sincerity in his words and actions, knowing how important this moment was to both Eden and her parents, who was smiling joyously at their interaction.
"Gale."
His eyebrows raised at the stern calling of his name by Eden's father, who'd long finished his meal and was patiently waiting on dessert. Gale hummed, "Yes sir?"
"When you plan to marry my daughter," he said gruffly, "come to me first, y'hear?" Gale's face reddened but the shy smile on his face failed to conceal his joy. It seemed that they were on a better foot than he anticipated.
Gale nodded once, "Yes sir."
Throughout the evening, Gale engaged in conversation with Eden's parents, eager to learn more about their family and background. He listened attentively to their stories and anecdotes, finding common ground and shared interests along the way. Eden's father, though no pilot, had an interest in the mechanics of planes, and Eden's mother enjoyed gardening just as his mother did as a child. Small similarities that were bound to bring about a strong connection between them.
Despite his initial nerves, he found himself feeling increasingly comfortable in their presence, swaddled by their warmth and hospitality.
As the evening drew to a close, Eden's parents expressed their approval of Gale, Eden's mother squeezing him tight and pressing a kiss against his temple. The love of a mother seemed to heal wounds he thought were long closed.
Her father gave him a hefty pat of approval and a stern look, a sign to remember his comment from earlier in the dinner.
"Wasn't so bad now, was it?" Eden teased as he prepared to take her to her apartment. Gale smiled softly and shook his head, "Not at all." The seas of anxiety had been replaced by waves of relief and gratitude. All he wanted was for the parents of the woman he loved to love him too and it seemed to be working in his favor.
Walking away from the evening, he knew that this was just the beginning of their lives together as a couple, and he was eager to continue fostering strong bonds with both Eden and her parents. And it was a journey he couldn't wait to embark on. Together.
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i would love to just go on a spiteful rant posting all of your urls who i know willfully avoided everything. but itd be too many to name anyway, and despite it all i still just want connection. posting funny shit jokes and having a clean mentally well dashboard is so much more important to most of you than "sisterhood" or "love" or "community". i just wanted love and connections, i hope youll all be happy when im gone, i guess. theres nothing else we can do that'd satisfy you, you wont be happy until you don't have to deal with girls like me. you like to care about us until we're more than just an idea in your heads, then we challenge your idea of being able to care for "all your sisters", then we have to be driven out. its so easy too, you can just call us insane for noticing your purposeful and willful exclusion.
put on your perfect facade because being amazing and fully likeable is more important than loving the nuances of yourself and others' lives.
hide away the girls who die so none know your faults, pretend it is everyone except you if any come to pass your view, its not like anyone will call your group out (except the girl herself if she lives, but then you can just call it a breakdown, lie to her face until she questions herself and deny all wrongdoing)
(hell, you don't even need to even interact with her scared posts with notes, you can just scroll past and maybe she'll forget your name with the slews of others!)
the community you're in has failed so many girls and you do nothing but continue its immorality by drowning out their cries in sex and shit.
youre filth, and i still love you. because *some* of us actually took the "love all your sisters" to heart. i will always love and desire connection and community with my sisters, my friends, my mutuals. even if they continue these slights, even if i am brought lower than i thought possible, even if my cries are stomped on until i die, and then the remnants if i survive crumble under all of it too. I'll still be sorry, for what, i dont really know but i know im sorry, since girls like us clearly failed you.
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König und Prinz: Meine Entführer
toxic! König x Reader - [King and Prince: My kidnappers]
Your attempts to run away with your son fails, and your husband confronts you. Seems like he's really influencing your little one.
Word Count: 2.8k
This is intended to be a oneshot :P SHOUT OUT GOOGLE TRANSLATE, RLY CARRIED THIS FIC
The picture of your husband and father of your child of 10 years, with his arm slung around another woman, really was the pinnacle of your disappointment for the man.
The house, once decorated with handcrafted creations by you and your son, Leon, whom König had frequently nicknamed 'mein kleiner König' [my little king] and 'mein kleiner Prinz' [my little prince] was now all packed away, stored in numerous duffel bags and small cabin suitcases.
"Mama, wohin gehen wir?" [where are we going?]
"Your grandparents." You huff.
It's not like König was cheating on you. He really wasn't. He loved you too much for that. But the constant nagging and the berating on your side truly stressed you to a point where you heavily questioned your relationship.
"Take all your belonging Leon, dunno if we're coming back in a while..."
"Und Papa? [and papa?] Do we need to pack his clothes too?" He aks innocently, peering up at you from down below.
He was a smart boy, your son, though he was barely 7 years old, and already at an outstanding height of nearly 140 cm, there was no doubt that he was König's son.
"No." You halt your movements, thinking of an excuse, "His clothes are already there."
Leon nods. He may be 7, but he's not stupid, and he's upset that you think so little of him. It's apparent that he's closer to his father than to you, and although you're grateful to have such a loving family, you can't help but feel a spike of jealousy whenever your Leon visibly preferred your husband over you.
Like his school's sports day, when you and König had cheered him on as he raced to the finishing line quicker than his classmates. It was an easy win, I mean look at him.
As he crosses the finishing line, he rushes to the both of you, and although you're standing in front of König, with your arms wide open to hold your son, he only just makes a beeline, straight to his father, jumping to press his face into König's chest.
It's little things like this that makes you wonder if your son even recognises you as a parent equal to his beloved father.
The drive to your parent's house was long and awkward, with Leon making small remarks like when his father was going to be there, and what his father was doing at that very moment, and why his father wasn't with you guys that very moment.
"Busy with his bitch I presume..." You mumble under your breath, and you know that if König had heard you, he would've pulled you aside and scolded you for using such foul language around his previous son.
The bond was mutual it seems.
"Mama, papa is calling you." Leon mentions, grabbing at your phone.
"Disconnect." You bark.
"But mama, what if it's wichtig." [important]
"Leon. I said, disconnect it."
He hesitates but eventually listens, hanging up König's call. It's the 5th one of the car ride.
The phone vibrates once more.
Kö: meine liebe, wo bist du??? [my love, where are you???]
Kö: schätze [treasure]Kö: where are your clothes??
Kö: where's everything???Kö: where's my son. Kö: Hör auf, mich zu verarschen [stop fucking with me]
Leon looks outside the window, debating whether to tell you about the spam of texts you're receiving, but he ultimately chooses to stay silent. I mean, you don't need to know.
On the other hand, König is shaking with fear. He never met to be near that woman. I mean she didn't mean anything to him, he barely knew her name!
She was just his senior, and he had to do what he did for that promotion in the ranks...schätze, you would understand, ja?
The moment he enters your home, the eerie silence spooks him, considering he's used to being tackled almost instantly by his wife and little one. Instead, he's faced with the empty walls and cupboards. You were even petty enough to take the TV remote with you, so he was restricted from watching from the newly bought TV.
He calls out your name numerous times, then your son's, running up and down the 3 story house. You two were nowhere in sight, and the lack of clothes from the wardrobes confirmed that his two favourite people had left him
He checks his phone to see a message from you.
Schnucki: hallo papa, wo bist du?
Schnucki: it's leon papa :-D
It's his son!
Kö: mein kleiner prinz, wo ist deine mutter? [my little prince, where is your mother?]
"What's happening Leon?" You ask your son, your eyes only darting quickly to your son by the passenger seat, who's squinting and tapping away at your phone now.
"...Just watching Cocomelon, mama."
"Boy, your father told you, you're too old for that show..." You mumble once again, and your son mentally notes that he's going to inform his father about all this mumbling that seems to get on both on their nerves now.
Schnucki: we're going on a trip, where are you papa?
König scoffs, "A trip?", he's going to have to discipline this attitude out of you when he finally gets his hands on you. You should know, König plans all these 'trips', your little self isn't as efficient as he is.
Kö: i'm on my way. remind me where we are going again?
Schnucki: an Ihre Schwiegereltern [to your in-laws]
König's rushing to his Jeep when he hears this. This reminds him of the previous time you had run off to your parents with his son. 2 years ago, when Leon had just turned 5, König had suggested that you quit your full-time job so you be a stay at home wife for him and his son. You could home school Leon, but also look after the home with all this new time on your hands.
Of course, you laughed in his face. A Bachelor's degree, a Master's and constant slaving away within a male-dominated industry, just to become a housewife? After a fight ensues, you run for your parents with your infant glued to your hip.
And it's happening all over again.
König starts the car, the journey to his in-laws was about 2 hours by car, a little over 1 if you're speeding. He makes sure to shoot a text to his son whilst driving.
Kö: coming. what can you see around you prinz?
Leon looks out of the window, recognising the area to be one where him and his parents would often frequent to. He sees the Wendy's where he spent his 6th birthday at, with his father munching away at his and Leon's burger in front of him. He cried hard that day.
Schnucki: i see wendys :-D and there's a park, and a field, and a roundabout and a traffic jam
Kö: coming
König knows where you are, just half an hour away from your home, you're not too far, and he knows if he speeds quick enough, he can catch up to you soon enough.
But he knows that's not good enough. He needs to teach you a lesson this time for running away for what felt like the 10th time, though it was just the 2nd.
"Mama, why are you mad at papa?"
Leon breaks the silence after 25 minutes. He can't sit here any longer knowing you're this upset at his father.
You stay silent. To be frank, you don't know what the exact reason was.
It was König's behaviour first, the way you'd tell him to clean up after himself and him not listening to you. Sometimes it was him forgetting date night just to watch Austrian movies with his son at home, even if you have them once in 3 months.
The breaking point was for sure when he mentioned a possible promotion at his job at Kortac, him running home and pressing wet kisses all over your's and Leon's face.
He warned you that one of the higher-ups was quite touchy with him, though he'd reminded her he was married with a son multiple times, though pulling his ring finger multiples times. He truly was so proud of you for fulfilling his wish for a family.
Somewhere down the line, it got mistranslated, and at the ranking ceremony, he gets promoted by his superior, with her (unprofessionally, might I add) pressing a kiss against his cheek when he had bent down to receive a new badge.
Though he was shocked, he had to suppress his disgust behind his eyes through his mask, and fake a smile for the camera, which unfortunately captured his arm sitting uncomfortably around her waist.
"Your father's getting bored of me." You say nonchalantly, to your son.
Leon scrunches his face. He's used to coming downstairs in the morning to seeing his parents smooching away, or walking in front of his parents, only to look behind to see their fingers intertwined, with a warm red colour flushed against both their cheeks.
There's no way his father was getting bored, in fact the other way round was more plausible.
"Nein." He defends his father. [no.]
"Nein?" You peer at him, still weary of the cars surrounding you.
"Papa ist verliebt in dich, why can't you see that?" [papa is in love with you]
Leon senses slight hesitation in your answer, and he glimpses at your downturn eyebrows.
"If he's so in love with me, why does he not listen to me..." You state plainly.
The phone vibrates in his hand, silent enough for you not to hear, and his attention turns to the unread messages from his father.
Kö: Prinz, do see a petrol bunk?
Leon looks out the window.
Schnucki: Ja
König thinks to himself, trying to pinpoint your exact location, now that his car is closer to yours.
Kö: tu mir einen gefallen [do me a favour] is the fuel light on?
Leon looks at the beeping petrol light.
Schnucki: Ja
Kö: Gut. [good] Tell your mother to fill the tank, I'll meet you at the gas station. Don't tell your mother.
Schnucki: was ist, wenn du nicht rechtzeitig kommst? [what if you don't come in time?]
Kö: then stall her.
"You need to fill in the tank, mama."
You look at the fuel light beeping, humming in agreement. You wonder how your son even knows what the tank light is, let alone how he realised it was on in the first place.
After driving into the petrol station, and parking by a pump, you fill your car up. As you're about to make a quick trip to the shops to pay for the petrol, your son pops his head out of the open window.
"Can I come? I want a Schokoladentafel [chocolate bar]."
It's about 10:30 P.M. when you make your way to the empty till, ringing the bell on the counter to alert a worker. The gas station was dimly lit, with no one inside, no even by the pumps. You question whether the gas station was even open.
"Where are these people..." You grumble to no one in particular. You begin to look at the close to empty trays of chocolate bars and small packets of crisps
"Keine Ahnung [no clue]." Leon replies, holding your hand in one, his other hand still gripping at the open messages on your phone.
Schnucki: We're here papa, und du? [and you?]
Kö: Ich sehe dich [I see you].
Leon giggles to himself, he's finally going to see his father!
"Where's the damn cashier..." You groan, spamming the counter bell now.
"Looking for me?" You hear a voice behind you.
Leon let's go of your hand.
"Jesus, dude finally. Can me and my son pay already, we're alread-mHmMmHPh-"
Before you realise what's happening, a wet cloth is pressed against your mouth and nose, a large hand supporting the back of your head as you falter on your feet.
"Leon..." You eyes close completely and you faint against a chest musky chest. König smiles, finally having his beloved in his arms, gripping your backside and hoisting you up to his left shoulder, where you rest, motionless.
Leon on the other hand, as if witnessing his mother being drugged in front of him was the most normal thing in the world for a 7 year old to see, was jumping against his father side.
"Papa! Pick me up too!"
König chuckles, lifting his son and carrying him on his right flexed bicep, before snatching a few sweets and walking out of the deserted gas station. He hands one to his son, rubbing his mask against his little one.
"alles für meinen Sohn." [anything for my son]
By the time you wake up, the room was dark and it's difficult for you to differentiate whether it was the same day or the next morning. You turn to find your son, only to find that you can't move a muscle.
Ropes are tied around your waist, arms and legs, so any sort of movement was completely restricted, and you're kneeling on the cold smooth floor, bruising your skin. The ropes aren't tied expertly, so you know it's not the work of your husband, whom you're aware was a professional at the art of knots, given his career.
"Meine Blume..." [my flower]
You squint at the sudden voice. Your ears are mildly ringing so the voice is slightly distorted.
"Papa! She's awake..." A second voice, resembling your son's.
A light is shone in your face, and you put your head down, avoiding the light.
"Leon? K...König?" You're not in the same clothes, having been changed into a black sweatshirt and joggers.
"Schnucki...." [sweetie pie] It's König, you recognise the nickname through your phone contacts, "Why do you keep trying to separate this family?"
You're shocked by his words, separate?
"Why must you take my son away from me?" He demands now, his voice getting louder.
You look up to the figure, slowly adjusting to the light, it's König, with Leon still sitting on his biceps.
"Are the ropes too tight, mama?" Your son interupts.
You look down at the tight ropes, ripping at your skin under your clothes.
"Yes...König, what is this? Let me go...Let go of my son..." You can barely speak, the effects of the drugs stlll present in your system
Leon smiles at you, his dimples poking through, "Gut, I tied them on you!"
You blink at your son. They're working together?
"König- König, what are you making my son do-" you cough, and Leon leaps down from König's arms and hugs your head.
"Mama, aren't you proud of me? We can finally be a family together! You don't have to be mad at Papa, I forgave him alre-"
"That's not how it works!" You scream, interrupting Leon.
"Don't you dare shout at him."
You jolt, as König seethes at you, leaning towards you. "If you're going to be mad at someone, be mad at me. Don't drag Prinz into this."
You laugh nervously, "Me? I'm dragging him into this? Are you listening to yourself Kö? You made Leon tie me up- THAT'S NOT NORMA-"
Leon stops you, "Prinz."
"Leon...Prinz..." You try reasoning with him, he seems like the only sane person in the room, which is worrying given that he's only 7.
"Prinz. König und Prinz." König firms, crossing his arms and standing, dominating you physically.
"König, why -cough- are you doing this?"
He laughs, "Schatz, why must you run from me?"
"You and that lady-"
"Nothing happened between them." Prinz interrupts. You cough, looking at Leon Prinz.
"You told my son?"
"He's my son, not a stranger."
"And me? You think it's normal to kidnap your wi-"
"Like you tried to kidnap my son?"
A pause lingers in the air.
"That's not kidnapping.." You reply defensively, "We were visiting my parents..."
"Don't lie, mama..." Prinz shakes his head, disappointingly. "Papa plans all the trips, you know this."
This kid... You think to yourself.
"I'm sorry...okay. It won't happen again..."
Your husband and his sidekick stare down at you, waiting for you to stop beating around the bush.
"You can...can let me go now..."
"No." You can't tell who said that, your son or your husband.
"You'll sit here and think about what you did-"
"-trying to separate this family-"
"-how dare you-"
"-who do you think you are-"
The light turns off now, and your eyes fail to adjust to the rapid light changes, clenching them tightly to rid yourself of the blaring pain in your head. You can't tell who's speaking and the sudden thought of failing as a mother flashes through your head.
"Kön...my head...my son-"
You hit the floor, head first, laying in front of König and Prinz.
There's a silence between the father-son duo.
"Next time, I'll tie the knots better, papa."
König ruffles his head, "Gut gemacht." [good job.]
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