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II Most Wanted Pt. 2: Pedal so heavy

Pairing: Syverson x OFC Reader "Buttercup" (w/ Betty Bronco)

Summary: The feelings are getting real as you make a decision about giving Jake Syverson the time of day (or night, rather) at your 20 year reunion.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. S MUT, Angst, pining, fluff. Flashbacks, horny teenagers being horny (over 18 tho). Prom night, early 2000's music, mentions of sex acts, "Captain" kink, mentions of teenage pregnancy, divorce, breakups. The Powerpuff Girls, old automobiles, 20 year high school reunion, drinking, swearing. Reckless driving?

Read at your own risk. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N: This is the second installment of II Most Wanted. I'm in love with these two; they are bringing my writer heart back to life. If you like it, please reblog and comment.

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May 2024

“Well, now Buttercup, that’s a long story. I know you want to hang with your friends. And I don’t know what you’re doin’ later tonight, but I would like to go somewhere quiet and talk about it.”

When you heard that, you went into fight or flight mode. Rage, regret, and sadness all flooded your body at once, and Sy’s eyes flicked down to your dominant hand which was curling into a fist. A wry smile started on his lips, and then he straightened up and looked you in the eye as he started to speak again.

“Butter-”

You shook your head, which silenced him. Then you raised your chin, released your fist, and turned your back, walking toward your friends.

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Get out (LEAVE!)

Right now

It’s the end of you and me

It’s too late (NOW!)

And I can’t wait

For you to be gone…

Carla and Tiffani followed as you fled to the restroom.

“Why did you even tell him I liked him? I blame both of you.”

You were hurt, so you brought up a 20 year old slight and lashed out weakly at your friends. You were trying to ascribe meaning to your emotions.

How could everything still hurt this much?

Carla wasn’t having it.

“Unh unh. No. Nope. We were sick of you running your mouth all the time about how cute he was. And Jakey boy had heart eyes for you since the day you walked into school, despite Becca the Bitch. After they broke up, we had to put you both out of your misery. It had to be done.”

Tiffani was nodding her head in agreement.

You sighed.

“‘M sorry guys,” you sat on the bathroom vanity and smiled to yourself about your Powerpuff councils in the 3rd floor Central High bathroom all those years ago. Then you grimaced when you thought of Sy.

“I just… Can’t…”

“So what just happened?”

Despite your surliness, Carla was ready to go to war for you.

“He wants me to go talk with him, ‘someplace quiet.’”

“Wow. Your air quotes are kind of aggressive.”

Sweet Tiffani was also calling you out.

“Maybe you do need to talk to him. I heard what happened, and it’s kind of a lot. A hell of a story.”

“Tiff has a point. You forbid us to say his name after you two broke up…”

You interrupted Carla.

“After he found out Becca was pregnant, you mean..”

“...That is a part of the story you need to hear. She did him dirty. They split when he finished his first tour. He asked about you, but you were already engaged to Scott…”

You’d heard that Sy enlisted instead of going to State for football like he planned when Becca fell pregnant, but the bit about the split hit you like a ton of bricks.

But why? And what did it matter now?

“Sy spent the better part of the last 20 years in Afghanistan, and I think it’s because…But that’s not our story to tell. You really ought to talk to him.”

“I don’t have to do-”

Your voice was a little shrill and you closed your mouth when you heard yourself. You stood in the bathroom awkwardly until the familiar beginning of a song wafted into the room:

“Teen drinking is very bad.”

Carla and Tiff started screaming the next line:

“Yo, I got a fake ID tho.”

The beat dropped and they pulled you out of the bathroom onto the dance floor.

One, here comes the two to the three to the four Everybody drunk out on the dance floor Baby girl ass jiggle like she want more Like she a groupie and I aint even on tour...

…..Everybody in this bitch getting Tipsy.

This was your thot song, and after a minute of standing there, fake offended by their dancing, soon you were shaking your ass with your lifelong friends.

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Sy knew how much he was trying it when he asked you to talk, but he had been waiting 20 years for this chance.

Tonight was the night.

And he wasn’t going to let the night pass without shooting his shot. But the truth needed to be told first. He hoped that you still cared enough to let it happen.

When you stared at him blankly, he started to sweat. He knew you lived your life since then. He feared that any feelings you may have had for him were over and done with. But then he saw your hand balled into a fist, and hope entered his heart.

Sy never shrank from a fight; hell, he’d started too many, but he never wished for someone to sock him in the mouth as much as you.

He wanted to fight with you.

And he wanted to make it up to you.

His heart dropped when you walked away, but he decided to let it ride and give you some space. After you disappeared into the bathroom with Carla and Tiffani, Sy ventured into the venue, ready to interact with others now that he had laid down the challenge with you.

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You were having a ball dancing with the girls until that song came on. You stopped moving, the hair raised on the back of your neck. When you turned you found Sy staring right at you. You’d managed to ignore him the entire night, but this song and his blue eyes were wearing you down.

I'd sure hate to break down here Nothin' up ahead or in the rear view mirror Out in the middle of nowhere, knowin' I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rollin' So, God help me, keep me movin' somehow Don't let me start wishin' I was with him now

You walked toward Sy, drawn to him as if on a string. You had that feeling in the small of your back as you stood before him, the one that you hadn’t felt in ages, and suddenly everything felt inevitable.

Just like it did 20 years earlier.

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May 2004

On Prom night, you came out of your bedroom and Sy’s mouth dropped open. His eyes never strayed from your face as he murmured,

“You look amazing.”

You blushed and smiled while your mom ‘awwwed’ and went to get her camera. You approached your boyfriend and he took your hand to twirl you around as he appraised the rest of you in your sleek emerald green dress. When you faced him again, he was licking his lips, trying to make the look on his face respectable. You smiled because you could read his mind.

Sy didn’t flinch as your mom called him “Jacob,” and you didn’t have it in you to be annoyed as she took a couple of pictures. Sy’s hand on your waist and his thumb gently stroking the exposed skin at the opening on the side of your dress made you shiver in anticipation.

You were caught up.

Soon, Sy was loading your bag into the back of Betty, and pulling off, your mom having accepted your explanation of staying over Tiffani’s after going bowling with the group after the prom.

In reality, a bunch of the crew were renting a huge chalet in the mountains, 45 minutes away. You and Sy had your own room, and you were ready to give him everything that night. You were distracted, imagining having your way with him that night.

And Sy was right there with you.

“Y’know, Buttercup, we can just head on up to the chalet.”

He cut his eyes over to you to watch your reaction. When you didn’t answer and just bit your lip, that’s when he knew.

“Our suite has its own bathroom with a shower in it. We’re definitely using that this weekend. Can’t wait to see you all soapy and wet. ‘S all I could think about in the shower tonight. Almost jerked off to the image, but I decided to save it all for later…”

Sy knew you too well, and had keyed into how you responded when he talked dirty to you. He was priming the pump for later.

You pictured Sy in the shower, his lithe muscles clenched as he fisted himself, made you suddenly need a drink of water. You cleared your throat and found your voice.

“We have to go, Sy. I spent so much time getting ready. And you look so handsome in this tux….”

You skimmed your hand down his lapel, down his torso to his thigh, and you quickly ascertained his situation. He grinned at you.

“You’re right.”

Sy winked, smiled and concentrated on the road while you tried not to be a slut in the passenger seat. By the time you reached the venue, you had yourself under control. He parked, then turned toward you.

“Let’s have a good time tonight, Buttercup. Think you can keep your hands offa me for a couple of hours?”

You scoffed, and Sy took your hand and kissed the back of it, then turned it over and kissed your palm, smoothing the joke away because in reality, It was him who couldn’t help touching you.

“Don’t want to mess up your makeup right now… might ruin it later tho.”

You whimpered in his grip as he kissed up your arm and you tucked a long errant curl behind his ear.

Sy’s eyes went soft and he held your hands in your lap.

“Y’know, we don’t have to do anything tonight. We can dance all night if you want to. Bowl the blue balls away.”

You laughed and Sy fell in love even more. You were so beautiful.

“I love you, Buttercup, and us having sex or not won’t change that, not one bit.”

You melted as you stared at your handsome fella. He was fiddling with your hand, and then you felt something cold on your finger. You pulled your hand back and saw the delicate white gold ring with a tiny perfect diamond in the center that had been his grandmother’s.

You gasped.

“Sy!”

You looked from him to his grandmother’s ring. You’d come across it the first time you were over his house, ‘studying’ in his room on a chilly November night after football practice. You were being nosy and looking at everything you could touch as he went to get some snacks.

Sy was embarrassed when he came back and saw you with it. You thought he was mad at you for snooping, but he wasn’t. He’d told you that it was just a ‘tiny little ol’ ring, not worth anything,’ and that no one would want it, but that his Gran had left it for him to give to his future wife.

“But, I’ll propose to someone with a bigger ring than this.”

Sy’s denim blue eyes held yours for a beat. Your heart flipped. You didn’t know why, because you’d only been talking for a couple of weeks and this was the first time you were alone together.

You didn’t know that Sy was repeating something Becca had told him when she turned her nose up at the antique when she happened to see it, and you didn’t care as you took the black box and sat down on his bed. You stared at the ring inside like it was the crown jewels, and after about 5 minutes of studying it, you looked up at him.

“Well. I think this ring is beautiful and precious. The detail is stunning. Your future wife would be lucky to get it.”

That was exactly when Sy realized that he was in love with you.

Back in the Bronco outside of the prom, you were in disbelief.

“What are you doing Sy….?”

All of a sudden, you felt too young for this moment. But after only six short months together, Sy knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Calm down, Buttercup, this is just a promise ring.”

He kissed your hand again.

“I know we're jumpin' the gun, and we're both still young.”

Those eyes held you in a trance.

“But one day, we won't be.”

“Oh, Sy…”

“It’s my promise to you, Buttercup. I will love you ‘til the day I die.”

And it seemed kinda crazy. But you believed him.

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May 2024

I made it this far without cryin' a single tear An' I'd sure hate to break down here Oh, no

It was either the music, the dancing, or the alcohol, or all three that made your mind up, but you were ready to listen to what Sy had to say.

Stephanie Prince, the class president, was calling the Homecoming court up to the stage, and Sy looked that way. Anger bloomed again inside you.

Damnit, Sy needed to choose you this time.

“You still wanna talk, Sy?”

Your body language that screamed aggression: the cocked hip, the crossed arms that pushed up your tits, the tapping foot in those heels, all made Sy soft on the inside and hard on the outside for you. When he answered you, his voice broke.

“Ye– yeah.”

Christ, you had him weak. But he made a decision, found his strength, and grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the Marriott.

You followed him obediently, and that set him on fire. He stopped and turned around when he reached the Bronco.

But he didn’t let go of your hand.

You two stared at each other in the late spring night air, stars winking down on you two.

“So where we goin’, Sy?”

Being this close to him again, and the feeling of his touch made all those 20 year old pheromones perk up again. Damn, this man.

This huge, handsome, hairy man.

“Where do you wanna go, Buttercup?”

What your brain was doing was insane, so you just kept silent.

Becoming mute was one of your tells. Sy was elated that maybe you wanted him, at least physically. He was so thirsty for you.

“Hm.”

Sy grunted, straightened up, loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt, all while still holding your hand. It was like he didn’t want to let you go.

And he didn’t.

“Tell you what. Let’s take a spin in Betty. See what’s up in the ol’ town.”

Your eyes flicked toward the truck, and you knew it was dangerous.

But you were grown now.

And so was Sy.

Sy led you around to the passenger side door to help you up into the high profile vehicle, leaning over you to buckle you in, only releasing you to put his hand on the door.

“I can’t believe you still have her,” you whispered, indicating the Bronco. “How is she still the exact same condition?”

“She’s been in storage for the better part of 20 years. Thought about her everyday though.”

Sy was looking at your lips, and the memories came flooding back.

“I bet she missed you.”

Sy cocked his head and his tongue darted out to moisten his lips. His voice came out gruff and he had to clear his throat again.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, Sy.”

Any smooth line was lost as his brain short circuited with the concentration it took to not kiss you right now.

“Well, we’re about to have some fun together again, you, me, and Betty. Sit tight, pretty lady.”

Your cheeks heated at the compliment.

“Ok, Captain.”

Sy actually blushed, shook his head and closed the door, leaving you to breathe in the old leather smell of the Bronco with your eyes closed, conveniently leaving him to pump his fist behind the car unseen by you.

He got back in the car, jacket off. And he leaned near you to place it on the back seat, you got a whiff of him, the familiar cologne adding another dimension to your roiling senses.

When you opened your eyes, you witnessed him rolling his shirtsleeves up his forearms. He caught you ogling him and you gulped and crossed your own arms and legs, angling yourself to look out of the open window.

Sy looked over at you closing yourself off from him, then smashed the gas to make sure that you'd squeal and grab his arm like the good ol’ days as he peeled out of the parking lot, pedal so heavy like you were the two most wanted criminals in town.

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lesbiansforastarion · 6 months

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A Silly Plan to Begin With

Astarion x gn tav

Summary: Everyone at camp rests for the night but Astarion's left to reflect on his new found affection.

Now he knows he's lost it. It was just a simple touch. Your fingers brushed the slightest bit walking during their journey that day. Nothing more than the fleeting feeling of skin on the back of his hand and now he's left lying here awake thinking about it. It was so silly, how many people had he been with? How much flesh has he felt in his 200 years in much darker ways just to have such an innocent gesture send him swooning like a damned school boy. This was not how things were supposed to go. You were supposed to be lying awake with thoughts of him. You were supposed to be swooning for him. You were supposed to be bending over backwards for him, awaiting his every command, pinning for just a hint of his approval. And here he was.

He felt like a lovesick teenager.

He felt like a dog.

He'd hated the term puppy love but what else was there to call it when he clung to your every word. When he'd follow you around mindlessly like a second shadow. When he pouted and moped at camp when you told him to stay. He did stay as you told him after all. He was no better than Scratch, except he never got the delightful petting that the damned mut did. He definitely couldn't say he was better when he decided that the best use of his time was to lay about your belongings like your scent would somehow bring you back sooner. He'd sit there and mend your clothing and tidy your space for your return, hoping somewhat wistfully that you might notice his work, maybe even praise him for his usefulness and skill. Perhaps he'd even get an enchanting smile made just for him. Maybe one of those compliments he'd been craving so much. A brush of lips. You'd might even hold his face again-

His back shot straight up from his bed roll. This had to stop. All these stupid thoughts and scenarios in his head had to stop. These were not trance thoughts, these weren't restful thoughts. These were lying awake anxiously longing thoughts. They were dangerous. He couldn't afford to get lost in such silly fantasies, that was supposed to be your job after all, not his. He was holding his face between his knees now trying to calm the phantom heart rate in his chest. His hand ruffling the hair out of his face. It should have been yours-

That thought sent him straight up, now standing completely and startled at the mere notion that he would want something so earnestly. He should leave, maybe not forever but at the very least hunt. Take his mind off of his apparent favorite companion, gain some clarity before these rising feelings decide to take hold of his mind. He was ready to stock off into the woods and murder something until he felt better but he'd noticed a dim light still in your tent, and he'd be damned if he wasn't curious. You weren't a creature of the night nor someone who could live without sleep so you being up at such an hour was odd, troubling even, if he were willing to admit to being worried for you. He found himself walking to your tent automatically without question, just the thought that he would be in your presence was enough to make him drop any violent thoughts he had about the woodland creatures.

There was a faint knock on the front post holding your tent up, not wanting to make too much noise in case you'd just forgotten to blow out a candle. But of course that wasn't the case, you were awake and fiddling with one of the many trinkets from the day's journey before you came and lifted one of the flaps to welcome him in. He already felt the tension leave him once his nose filled with your surrounding scent. He wondered if that was what made his own tent so uninviting recently, it smelled nothing like you. Save that tunic he’d found abandoned weeks ago, but the scent has faded so much after just the first night he slept with it that there was almost no point in hoarding it, except the mere embarrassment that would come with returning it.

“You okay?” Shit, they're speaking.

“Sorry, what was that darling?” Embarrassment was flooding him now even at just being caught gawking at you in your entranceway. He couldn't imagine how mortified he'd be if you ever discovered the tunic.

You gave a small chuckle and was cheery as always with your reply “Well I said ‘fancy meeting you here, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?’ and then you got all spacy on me so I asked if you were doing okay.” You tilted your head “Are you okay? You've been a little out of it since the hike this morning. Something bugging you?”

“Oh yes! I'm fine my dear. Nothing serious I assure you.” He spoke too quickly and he could barely hold eye contact with you while he fiddled with his hands. He wasn't used to feeling so nervous and insecure around people but you just seemed to bring this shyness out of him. He was definitely taking too long to answer your question for him to come across as any form of smooth or suave. “Might I- Could I- You…you know I was just wondering if…”

You moved closer and rested your hand on his arm in an attempt to comfort him a little. If he was having trouble concentrating on speech before he definitely was now that your warm flesh was touching him again. He cleared his throat, folding his arms neatly in an attempt to regain order on his person. “Well my sweet, I couldn't help but notice that you still had a light on at such a dreadful hour. Just wanted to check in on you, make sure you were doing alright or if there was a stray candle needing blowing out. That's all.”

You let out a small giggle at his clear excuse and leaned in more comfortably towards the man stood before you. “Well we all know how important fire safety is to you.” If he didn't know any better he'd say you were flirting with him now.

He'd gasped dramatically, clutching his non-existent pears “Why of course I am dear! I mean think of all the little snacks running around in the woods, positively flammable. Gods, what might Halsin say if he found out?”

You played along with his antics so well. You swooned into his arms with a distressed hand to your forehead “My goodness you're right! What ever shall I do if word were to get out?”

“He'd surely alert the grove.”

“The clerics”

“We'd never be allowed at camp again”

“Tarnish the thought”

With each of your comments you'd both drawn impossibly closer. Leaning more and more against each other with your joking distress while you made lighthearted jabs at the druid. Just the two of you stifling laughter in each other's arms with a special warmth brewing in Astarion’s body that only you could be the cause of. He loves being like this with you. He loved the freedom he felt to be silly with you with no need for any sensual act. He loved more than anything that he could make you laugh like this. Like you've always been so comfortable with each other. It sparked hope in his heart that he knew would only add to the senseless daydreams that plagued him. If he could make you happy like this in such a fleeting moment, what would an eternity in your smile feel like? If instead of taking absolute power he chose to submit to your warmth instead. Devoting the rest of his eternity into making you as happy as someone as wretched as him could. He honestly was already confused by your fondness for him as it was but if he could, he'd love to kindle that with you. He'd never be worthy of your love but he craves to have the chance to try to prove a thousand times over that he could be deserving. Gods, he started this journey wanting you groveling at his feet in servitude and now here he was ready to do just the same, all to get you to look at him. Really it was a silly plan to begin with. Honestly, how was he supposed to not fall for you. You're you. And you're looking at him so fondly now that the laughter had died down and you're left both just holding each other with giddy smiles.

“Might I stay for a little while” he broke the comfortable silence. You were looking at him through your eyelashes, absentmindedly stroking his arm in that wondrous way you always did when trying to sooth him. He'd never asked to stay before. Even when he'd fed he'd leave after a while, trying to assure himself that it was only to let your need for him fester in his absence and surely had nothing to do with the fear that his own might if he stayed too long. But he's sure that he's beyond the point of no return now anyways. He was staying awake all night because he couldn't stop thinking of you and he'd definitely continue going restless if he didn't have you near him.

“Star, you could stay all night if you wanted” Your smile was all the reassurance he could ask for. Despite his flirty nature and affinity towards the casual pet name, something about you referring to him with one felt different. Even if it was just a little one, just a shortening of his name, it still made that bashful warmth bloom again. You were the only one that called him that as well, which made it even more special. He could almost be a little virgin with how all your innocent affection made him feel. That look in your eyes definitely wasn't helping. If you let him he would stand in that entrance forever getting lost in that loving gaze.

You seemed to come to the same realization that you two were just standing and staring in the opening of your tent. You pulled him in by the arm you were stroking earlier, giggling all the way while you pulled him down onto your bedroll. A complete disorganized mess of blankets and pillows that he couldn't care less about now that he's hearing such a happy sound from you again. He followed suit with you when he saw you getting nestled under the blankets. He squeezed in next to you and relished the warmth as he pulled you against his body. Rogue fingers finding purchase in the small of your back and another set stroking from your shoulder to your arm. This could be quite nice for eternity. You seemed to be not quite as comfortable yet as you shifted. He couldn't help his grip when it felt too closely like you were leaving. But of course you weren't. Instead you were shimmying up the pile of pillows before pulling his body over yours. Using a gentle hand to guide his head to your chest while a second stroked the skin of his back under his shirt. He moved both hands to circle tightly around your waist as you shifted the two of you. If anything this was better than before. Having such a delicate touch against him for a change was a pleasantry that had been so rare for him in his life. The small brush of fingers through his scalp, coupled with the slight circles you were drawing on his skin, he really was jealous of the dog if this is what it felt like to be petted and praised by you.

A possessive thought crossed his mind as he inhaled your scents mixing together in your small space. Your tent and you would smell of him by morning and his being would smell of yours. Not that the wizard or the blade of frontiers would ever notice the subtle claim over you with their lackluster senses, but the druid and the githyanki would see the meaning behind your muddled scents. Maybe it’d even be enough to keep Lae’zel from enjoying your ‘musk.’ But those two were far from what he wanted his final thoughts to be before he goes into trance. That honor should only be to you and this made up happily ending he keeps longing for after all this mess is over.

His plan had definitely failed now, there's no return from his new acceptance. He still wants you to want him. He still needs you to want him, he supposed. Except now it's not for a vengeance plot, now it's for something much different. A completely new plan his mind couldn't shut up about.

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reveluving · 7 months

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if the skirt fits ; andy barber x reader

summary: Andy finds a little secret of yours.

warnings: heavily implied s~mut; costume kink (minors DNI!), familial fluff & mild humour!

a/n: you don't know how happy I am for finally sharing this piece with y'all, considering how it has been collecting dust in my drafts since LAST YEAR, but here it is; one of my earliest ideas for the series! don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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“It fits you perfectly,” He purred, almost deep in thought—probably in his own fantasy, “So perfectly.” ;

"You could dress up as Jason?" You suggested what might’ve been the seventh costume idea since the drive home from dinner at the Thai restaurant nearby.

"Done that." Jacob replied as he leaned forward from his seat to talk to you and his father.

"Spiderman?"

"I feel like everyone's dressing up as Spiderman this year."

"But not everyone's going to dress up as the same one." You had a point, considering how you and his dad were the first victims of his Spiderverse fixation since the second movie was released, so you knew what you were talking about.

"I guess,” Jacob thought for a moment before falling back in his seat, taking your idea into consideration, “I guess I just want something… different."

"If you want different, then we could get you one of those inflatable dinosaur costumes on the internet." Andy held a playful look even as his eyes remained on the road.

"Very funny, dad." His son grumbled, despite fighting back his own smile.

"Aw, cheer up, Jake. You've got time." You reassured him.

“Yeah… And I’m not too worried. The store next to Aunt Sarah’s bakery got some cool stuff when I bought last year’s costume,” Jacob mused before asking you, "What about you, mom? Have you thought of a costume yet?"

Ah, mom. Even after all this time, you and Andy will never get tired of him calling you that.

"Mmm, not yet. But when I do, I'll make sure you're the first to know." You and Jacob shared a smile in the rear-view mirror, only to be interrupted by Andy clearing his throat.

"Uh, you're gonna tell him first and not me?" He cocked his head, feigning disbelief.

"Of course. You lost that privilege when you suggested Jake the dinosaur costume." You and Jacob laughed as Andy dramatically groaned, telling you ‘I didn’t mean it’ in an angsty teenager tone.

"I am not dressing up Ken." Andy answered, removing his watch and leaving it on the vanity table.

"Oh, c'mon, Cowboy Barber has a nice ring to it." You said with a lilt.

"And where exactly am I going to find a Western shirt in my size?" He quirked an eyebrow at you.

"We could always ask the Flags. Her husband might have one hidden somewhere."

"Just because we've seen him with a cowboy hat last Halloween?" He remembered seeing him wearing one during the community party at the park.

"You'd never know. Barbie and Ken are safer than your recommendation." You opened the closet without taking your accusatory eyes off him.

"What's wrong with a devil and an angel?"

"Andy." Surely he could tell how ridiculous he sounded.

"It's… easy…? And you'd look really good in it." He tried to persuade you, standing next to you.

"At a party full of kids?" You weren't sure how the parents that were a little more… conservative would feel about their kids' teacher dressing up like that.

"I didn't say it was for Wilson's party. It's for our afterparty," He wiggled his brows, "Just you and me while Jake stays over at the Wilson's."

You snorted. How cheesy of him.

"Wilson's party first, then whatever you want after," You turned back to the hanging clothes, "And besides, you should be the devil, not me."

That wasn't a no.

"You know what," He pursed his lips, already considering your idea—especially with the black suit he knew you'd melt over, plus a red tie before dodging the swat of your hand with a laugh. Just then, he noticed you'd been searching for something for a while, unbuttoning his cuffs and folding his sleeves before asking, “Need some help?”

“I can’t find my panties. The baby blue ones.” You frowned.

“The one with the lace?” He asked, prompting you to nod, “I mean, as much as I love seeing you in those, you know I don’t mind you without any in the first place.”

“Nice try, Barber," You narrowed your eyes at him, gesturing to the drawers in front of him before you rummaged through the pile of folded clothes on the bottom rack, “Help me search the drawers, please.”

He did as he was told, looking through the first stack before moving on to the next.

There was little progress in your searches but your curiosity was only piqued when out of the corner of your eye, Andy was looking closely at something.

“Did you find it?”

He took a quick breath before answering, “No, but I did find something better.”

You furrowed your brows, standing up to ask what he meant by that until you caught sight of the familiar skirt he held.

Plaid, grey and extremely short.

Uh oh.

You clasped your hands together in front of your tummy as you stared at the microskirt with wide eyes. You were even failing to notice him slowly breaking into a smirk. He didn’t stop there, reaching into the drawer he was looking into with his other hand to take out the matching tie. Your lips parted, darting your eyes between the article of clothing and the smug look on his face.

“I can explain,” You finally spoke up, your voice softer than you hoped for.

“Please, do,” He held the ends of the untied tie with both hands, “Because I’m pretty sure these are too small to be mine.”

Oh, he was going to have some fun with this.

“Well, it’s, y’know,” You moved your hands around, only to silently plea for him to understand without having you say it, “Andy, c’mon. You know what it is.”

It wasn’t enough for him, though, raising his brows and encouraging you to continue.

He was clearly enjoying this. A whole lot.

Unbelievable.

“It’s my old costume.”

He hummed, appraising the garment as he immediately imagined what you would look like in it, “So my pretty girl has a dirty secret of her own. Did you break any necks when you pranced around the neighbourhood in this?”

“In my defence, I only wore that once, when I was in college, so,” You corrected him, recalling the party you attended in your final year.

“So, you broke college boys’ necks.”

“I didn’t say that,” You shook your head in amusement, “I just didn’t have the heart to give it away. It was just one of those rare times where I truly enjoyed living in the city.”

Though the city wasn’t far from Reve Road, and hell, you’ve even thought about moving back once or twice in your earlier days, truthfully, you haven’t been there in ages, and thank goodness, too. What would life be like if you hadn’t stayed, made a name in the peaceful neighbourhood and met the Barbers?

"Do you miss it?"

"Sometimes," You mustered a small smile, though it didn't quite reach your eyes, "But I had my fun. Grew up to be a city girl, earned my degree and let out my ‘wilder’ side a couple of times. But I love it here more, and if I want to keep my job, the last thing my students and my son need to see when they go trick-or-treating is their Literature teacher in this."

You shared a hearty laugh. Your wonders about who or what you could’ve been if you stayed in the city were nothing more than a mere curiosity, and even then, it hardly mattered to you now.

“Wouldn’t hurt to relive the old days here in our room.” Oh?

"You can't be serious," You chuckled nervously, "It might not even fit."

You were lying—you barely looked any different from your college years. You just weren’t sure if you were ready to see his reaction over such scandalous attire.

"All the more reason to try it," He replied confidently, closing the gap between the two of you. His voice deepened as he whispered, "C’mon. You can be a good girl for me, can’t you?"

Like the gentleman he was, he used your weakness against you.

You knew you were done for when you gulped under his intense stare, cocking his head in the bathroom’s direction.

You snatched the garments out of his grasp, the ‘deathly’ glare on your face contrasted with his conceited one as you obtained the shirt that came with it out of the same drawer. He continued to hold your gaze even as you closed the door.

Once you were alone, you couldn’t help but let out a silent scream.

You were too embarrassed to even face the mirror as you got dressed, not until you slid on the last piece—the skirt before turning around to look at yourself. You could barely acknowledge the coincidence of covering your face with your hands like a bumbling schoolgirl.

Because that was exactly what you looked like.

You remembered washing the set a couple of times after your first and only wear, and even then, you didn’t think the skirt could shrink that little. Your ass was hanging out of the hem, offering an ample peek at the black bikini brief you had taken with you.

You came out of the bathroom, ignoring the warmth spreading through your body as you were met with Andy sitting at his side of the bed, shamelessly displaying the prominent tent bulging in his pants.

He hummed in approval before beckoning you to his lap, "Come here."

You kept your gaze on the ground as you walked over to him, standing in between his legs.

"Come here." He repeated, this time, forcing you to maintain eye contact as he tapped his knee.

You let out the softest whimper, your arms encircling his neck before straddling one of his thick thighs. He rested his hands on your hips, only to run them up and down your body, watching your face already contorting between bashfulness and desire.

“It fits you perfectly,” He purred, almost deep in thought—probably in his own fantasy, “So perfectly.”

He pulled you closer, bouncing his knee to rub against your clothed sex. Electricity coursed through your body over the not-so-innocent move, your breathing growing heavier by the second as he teased you further.

“But you haven’t answered my question yet. Did they or did they not stare at you when you wore this?”

He rendered you speechless. You were beginning to think your heart might burst out of your chest at any point.

“I’m sure they did,” A part of him wanted to be annoyed but miffed was a better way to put it. Not at you, though, he could never. You were just trying to have fun and make the most out of what life had to offer. But if he was there to see you in this the first time you had it, likely showing your wilder side, oh, he couldn’t lie and say you wouldn’t catch his eye either.

“But I guess that doesn’t matter anymore,” His hands slid past the hem, lifting it for him to drink in the sight of your curves, “It’s just you and me now.”

You dropped your head on his shoulder, hoping to stifle the moan that threatened to slip past your lips.

“Just imagine me bending you over the bed so I can get a peak of what’s mine underneath,” He sighed dreamily, smiling when your ass jiggled as he grabbed at and squeezed them, “Or should I throw you on the bed and have you on your knees?”

You didn’t answer, too focused on the way he groped your body until you jumped at the resounding crack and the sting that came with it on your left cheek.

"Does it come with thigh highs?" He asked ever so casually as if he wasn’t straining to have you just as much as you were him.

"I-It did, but… I kinda lost it."

"That's fine. I can always get you a new one," He nosed your jaw, "In fact, I'll buy you more than just a pair. Maybe match some with your panties."

You mewled, raising your head and granting him access to your neck.

“You'd do everything your favourite professor tells you to do, wouldn’t you?”

Fuck.

“Andy, I–” You nearly called him Professor Barber when the sounds of knocking on your door caused you and your husband to freeze up.

"Mom, dad,” It was Jacob, “I think Beemo's been collecting… socks under the couch?"

Like a fish out of water, your mind was too blank to respond or even acknowledge the question. Thankfully, Andy was able to do it for you, “We’ll be right there!”

The two of you waited until his footsteps receded before you were able to let out a sigh of relief. Andy, on the other hand, had the audacity to chuckle at you. There was no reason for you to worry about scarring Jacob since Andy had already locked the door.

“Very funny.” You murmured sarcastically, moving off him and loosening the tie, hoping to ignore the ache in between your legs for the time being.

“Hilarious,” He cockily added, standing up with an almost pained groan. He stood behind you before wrapping his arms around your waist, “But this isn’t over.”

You stopped.

“I meant what I said about buying you thigh highs with it. Or better yet, some fishnets because my wife’s not so innocent after all.”

Despite getting cockblocked, he was immensely satisfied to see you shiver.

‘Beemo, are you collecting underwear too?’ You heard Jacob ask the cat incredulously, only for a ‘wait!’, followed by his footsteps going down the stairs, probably chasing the feline with whoever’s briefs or undies he had in his mouth. You could only hope it wasn’t yours.

“And, that’s our cue,” His shoulders slumped, only to growl in your ear, “Wear this for me tomorrow after dinner.”

He then released you with a big smooch on your cheek, exiting the room to find his son, but not before winking at you.

Leaving you to wonder on your own if he’d throw you on the bed or have you on his lap tomorrow.

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» a/n: now is a good time to say; no, I have yet to come back to the series, but I was too stoked about this event and thought 'hey, this should be the best time!'

» consider it as a mini compensation! but I do want to thank you for still sticking around, just know 'future mrs barber' is nowhere near discontinuing! ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

#— reve's reverie 🌹#reve's quirky reverie 🕷#future mrs barber series #andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber x f!reader #andy barber x you #andy barber x y/n #chris evans #chris evans reader #chris evans x reader #defending jacob #defending jacob fic #jacob barber

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boyguk · 1 year

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Kovis ('tough guy') by Käärijä | fin -> eng trans.

Kovis is a word with a mocking undertone, Finns usually use this word while talking about people like immature teenage boys who act tougher than they actually are. The whole song is about dealing with someone who's a difficult and immature person to be around. I decided to translate some bits very literally and add context to some of the words and expressions he uses, mostly because a more liberal english translation alone probably wouldn't fully convey how much he's mocking the person and their juvenile behavior.

[VERSE]

Voi hyvä tavaton mietin missä sun käytöstavat on hä -> My goodness, I’m wondering where your manners are, huh

Sä kohtelet muita ku *avanto* niin kylmästi et oon sanaton -> You treat others so coldly it’s like *ice swimming*, it leaves me speechless *(avanto = the actual hole in the ice, but English doesn’t have a word for something that specific. He's basically saying the person is about as pleasant as a swim in ice cold water – when you swim in an avanto the coldness usually shocks your body and it's difficult to talk because of it)

Tekis mieli vetää sua lettii mut en oo sellane -> I feel like smacking you but I’m not like that

Oot olevinas mikä lie bossman tääl, mut *sun nokka on keltane* -> You act like you’re some kind of a bossman here, but *your beak is yellow* *(he’s saying the person is a 'keltanokka' = a beginner/‘junior', someone who doesn’t know what they’re doing)

Se on pelkkää puppuu ja legendaa ku sulla aukee suu -> When you open your mouth, it's all nonsense and lies

Sun kylien kovan jätkän maine on valheilla maustettuu -> Your tough guy reputation has been seasoned with lies

Teet niin hiton tyhmii juttui että mietin onks sun *pää puut* -> You do things so damn stupid that it makes me wonder if your *head is made of wood* *(puupää = someone who’s dumb, the word's more humorous than offensive despite the meaning)

Ja muut miettii hätäpoistumisteitä kun sä tuut -> And when you come around, the others think about emergency exits

[BRIDGE]

Ei näin, ei missään nimes näin -> Not like this, absolutely not like this *(a better, less literal translation would be something like "don't act like this, absolutely do not act like this")

Sul on *finkut pystys* heti kun sä tuut -> *Your fingers are up* as soon as you arrive *(I think he means they've got a bad attitude, like they've got their middle fingers up all the time)

Ei näin, ei missään nimes näin -> Not like this, absolutely not like this

Polemiikkii syntyy heti kun sä tuut -> A controversy/quarrel occurs as soon as you arrive

[CHORUS]

Jäbä hei ei tollasel asenteella tääl päin tehdä kavereita -> Dude, you don't make friends 'round here with an attitude like that

Ei olla enää *yläasteella* senkin kovis -> We're not in *junior high* anymore, you tough guy *(the Finnish school system is a bit complex, but 'yläaste' is for people between the ages of 13 and 15 before they start high school at 16. It's hell, it's horror, teens that age are terrible so absolutely no one enjoys yläaste. TL;DR he's saying the person still acts like a childish teenager)

Ei tollasel asenteella tääl päin saa ku avareita -> Here an attitude like that will only get you bitch slapped

Ei olla enää *yläasteella* senkin kovis -> We're not in *junior high* anymore, you tough guy

[VERSE]

Oot niinku ne nettipalstojen *sankarit* jotka postaa -> You're like *those heroes* who post online *(sarcasm, guess he's talking about people who are shitty, rude, and annoying online)

(Vittu mitä pask–) Miks sun pitää olla tollanen kovis -> (Fuck this sh–) Why do you have to be a tough guy like that

Jonka puheenvuoro on ku *battle freestyle, ota rewind* -> It's like *a freestyle battle when it's your turn to speak, hit rewind* *(I think he means that the person thinks they're free to say anything they want without caring about how offensive they're being, and that they think every conversation is like a battle they have to somehow 'win'. He's telling the person to hit rewind to rethink their words)

Sillä nää bileet ei oo mitkää mihi tullaan käyttäytyy noin -> Because this party isn't a place where you can act like that

Sä hiffaat sen ennen pitkää jos tuut näyttäytyy noin -> You'll eventually get it/notice it if you continue to be like that

Sä et lähde pois vaa *intät* vastaa ja se suututtaa muut -> You don't leave, you just continue to *bicker/insist* and it makes everyone mad *(inttää = (to) insist, but the tone of that word is belittling/ridiculing/dismissive. If a kid at a grocery store is being whiny, annoying, and continues to insist that they want a lollipop even after their parent has told them 'no', that's the vibe of 'inttää'. If you call someone's arguments or behavior 'inttäminen' you're basically dismissing their words/behavior while calling them a bit childish)

Voit tehä u-käännöksen ens kerral kun sä tuut -> The next time you come, you can/should do a U-turn

[BRIDGE]

Ei näin, ei missään nimes näin -> Not like this, absolutely not like this

Sul on *finkut pystys* heti kun sä tuut -> *Your fingers are up* as soon as you arrive

Ei näin, ei missään nimes näin -> Not like this, absolutely not like this

Polemiikkii syntyy heti kun sä tuut -> A controversy/quarrel occurs as soon as you arrive

[CHORUS]

Jäbä hei ei tollasel asenteella tääl päin tehdä kavereita -> Dude, you don't make friends 'round here with an attitude like that

Ei olla enää *yläasteella* senkin kovis -> We're not in *junior high* anymore, you tough guy

Ei tollasel asenteella tääl päin saa ku avareita -> Here an attitude like that will only get you bitch slapped

Ei olla enää yläasteella senkin kovis -> We're not in junior high anymore, you tough guy

[And then he continues to repeat parts of the chorus before the song ends]

#*throws this to the non-finnish speaking rats living in the käärijä sewer of tumblr* feasteth my children #translated this cause I was bored and I noticed that there's no eng trans available tee hee #lmk if something's weird/confusing/misspelled! <3 #edit: noticed so many typos + grammar mistakes + missing words right after posting this gjfghgfh maybe I'll edit this when I have more time #käärijä

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BAD BATCH (CHARACTERS) + ECHO HEADCANONS-- WITH STORIED BITS!

Because I was inspired by tags, why not a round of BB HCs?

Not TBB, just BBs. The characters, and I'm coming out the Clone Wars primarily, with only bits taken from TBB. ( Like a good fanfic, Let's steal back the small good things )

I know, I analyze--so let's see how far I can stretch it, yeah?

Today we are HCing...

99 AND THE 99 PROJECT

THE BAD BATCH'S MUTATIONS (Thus their abilities)

DOMINO SQUAD

( I would label it as Mature (Because I have a general idea of labelling), but Tumblr decided to be fucking hilarious about it--so I'm going ask you to be Mature. There's nothing explicit here, its about as snarky as a Discworld novel. So Guess that means its Teens and Up, PG-13, or whatever. )

99 INSPIRED THE 99's PROJECT

"Old man 99!? THE JANITOR FROM KAMINO!?"

Whether 99 was an alphagen or a first-gen, the idea here is based on small TCWs comments. Stuff about "Growth" tubes.

Its probably in the capitalist-eugenics aliens' (kaminonians) interest to skip the uncomfortable bits in natural human growth. After all the uncomfortable bits of human growth aren't Profitable.

So, have an age to load a clone into a growth tube, and just, rapidly grow them until they're the stage you want (to be profitable). This means skipping teenage years. It means skipping the small childhood years.

So, given that 99 is mature and capable, he was likely loaded into a growth tube about where his "teen years" would start... and it went horribly wrong. Aging him by decades instead of a few years.

And the 99 project, would be Nala Se's little project, to find out why it went so wrong--and then to fix it for future clones. Because after all, you can't have an army of old men.

And judging by the fact that 99 is the only Old Man Clone we've seen in TCWs, I imagine the project worked as intended--and like any greedy eugenic science-capitalist, Nala Se decided:

"Y'know, I could do something more with this. I could find the most common 'bugs' in our clone genome, and I could stretch them, and modify them, and make benefits out of these flaws."

And the 99s were created

ADDENDUM - on Growth Tubes

Growth Tubes would only be successful if the human brain was stimulated rapidly as the body grew, or you risk compromising the human brain. Its a very delicate organ and rapid growth would be very bad. So flash-training, basically rapidly dumping organized information and sensory input, would occur over the course of the rapid-growth. This is to ensure you have a nice healthy human brain afterwards. There are clones who did end up with a "leaky growth tube" (rumors about Hardcase), where the only issue hat ended up happening is a deficit in attention spans and impulsiveness.

What's significant about First-Gen clones, is that they mostly went the old fashioned way of growing--as in slow (but accelerated) growing. After First-Gen, Kaminonians decided: "No, this is not fast enough... and its too stressful, Teenage clones complaining about growing pains and having attitudes--its just too much. What do they think this is, a Human Domicile?"

Fast-Tracked clones are those who ended up in a growth tube the majority of their time, and even then, skipped steps once they were out. Domino Squad, being fast-tracked, maintained the "attitude" flaws characteristic of those who didn't spend a whole lotta time working with brothers out of the tube.

This is also why all "standard" clones look older than their early twenties. Many were grown out, biologically hitting the fast-forward on growing years to be fully grown. Chronologically, they are official "10". They only have 10 years of life, by the start of the war. Accelerated Aging measurement? 20. Because they are made to age twice as fast a normal humans. Biologically? Mid-20 to early 30s. It helps the resemblance to their prime, and avoids any possibilities of "late growth spurts". Luckily, clones are made to stay in their prime far longer than a normal human.

2. THE MUTATIONS OF THE BAD BATCH "They're non-standard but with abilities not seen in even normal humans."

The problem with finding a 'flaw' in a genome is that you have to ask...

a). Who is saying there is a Flaw? Are they someone you want saying that there is a flaw?

b). Why is it a flaw? ... But is it really?

c). what are they going to do to "remedy" the "flaw"? Is it an actual remedy, or are they just saying it is.

And being capitalist-eugenic scientists, who study the science of profiting from genes and geneing from profits, certain "flaws" are going to be the non-profitable kind.

They probably think its a terrible terrible sin, that the human genome is not naturally made to make capital.

But through this list of Flaws, Nala Se decided--"we can gene splice can't we? Yes, why shouldn't I gene splice. I can make much better clones through splicing."

After all, if you're going to make money from genes, in order to do more geneing, adding more Genes should surely add more Money.

FOR WRECKER...

(Shift from "canon"--for thematic reasons, this Wrecker is 9901)

Kaminonians are baffled by how strong and yet delicate humans are. They can lift 300 pounds, and yet can still get crushed to death by 300 pounds.

Its ridiculous, really.

So Nala Se took notes and samples from the beauty and gracefulness that is the Rancor.

And for her designated 9901, gave him near instantaneously recovering muscle, that could lift 3x the normal 300 pounds of health humans, and indestructible bones.

Why if an explosion were to hit 9901's face head on fro the left side--it would not, in fact, pulverize his skull or any the soft tissues the skull protects. The eye would absolutely be kriffed though.

Sure, the increased metabolism might be a bit too grand for the rations...

But the Kaminonians were assured--they are specially crafted rations, and the clone will just have to adapt. Humans can just, not be hungry after all, why it takes a month for an average human to starve! If the clone complains, well he is getting fed so he wont' starve. It's a bargain, after all. He's lucky the Kaminonians are even bothering.

FOR HUNTER...

( Shift from "canon"--for thematic reasons, Hunter is now 9903 )

The various pores of the human face always seemed to... leak to the Kaminoinans. Why do humans have to do so much leaking? Ought to make all those "face pores" that do their "poring", do actual useful work for once.

So for 9903, he got an ampullae. Plenty of the predators on the planet of Kamino had ampullae, and they seem to get along just fine.

Because of the odd small organ network that encompassed his face and down his neck, connecting various natural human senses such as scent, taste, sight, and hearing, 9903 proved to be passively sensitive towards electromagnetic fields. He would always know where North is on a planet. He would always know where he was at, and what was around him.

Why, the Kaminonians though, that would be PERFECT for droids! Droids have electric-magnetic fields!

... The unfortunate fact, that the Kamionians neglected to add, is that Everything produced an electromagnetic field, and super imposing upon natural humans senses of "being sensitive to particles" and "being naturally sensitive to atomic wavelengths"...

is that it would be a sensory nightmare. A cacophony of hell from the very world around him, to consume him utterly.

Well... The clone will just have to adapt, as the Kaminonains say. By the very coral reefs of Kamino, the clones are just not grateful for the work we do over their petty little lives.

FOR CROSSHAIR...

( For thematic purposes--we're keeping 9904 )

Humans have such tiny eyes, the Kaminonians think, how do they see so much if they're so tiny? and sensitive. By the whale song of the sea, Human eyes are just Too Sensitive.

So for 9904, they gave him super sight. But not just super sight, but super duper protected sight. They decided that the vestigial "third eyelid" had no business being vestigial anymore, the lazy little thing, and regave it life in 9904's eyes.

Why it could protect from Water, and Dust, and Bright Lights.

And they, the Kaminonians, were really reeving up now. Why just stop there? Give him reflectors. Let him see in the dark!

Why didn't we think to do this for all the clones?

Because sudden lights and sudden darkness, would mess up his eyes immediately. Because long term lights would cause a sensory overload. And long term darkness would cause (temporary) color blindness.

And no amount of protection stops a blaster to the face.

Well, thinks the Kaminonains, Its not as bad as the last ones.

FOR TECH...

( For thematic purposes... he is 9906. Yes, I like "Baby Tech", shush you. )

We know exactly what to do with this one, thinks the Kaminonians. Humans are just so... Dull. We load their brains nice and healthy, and they're still so dull.

We want at least one to have an intelligent conversation with.

I KNOW, LET'S MODEL THIS ONE AFTER US--THE KAMINONIANS! And we're geniuses you know, why shouldn't at least... one clone, be a genius like us.

For 9906, they attempted the daunting task of Modifying the Brain. Increasing memory retention and synapses flexibility. Awareness and understanding--a living computational organ.

And 9906 was Perfect.

... Save that he did not like Kaminonians, because healthy human brains, by any standard, tend to develop things like "Understanding" and "Feelings for and about other People", and tend to greatly dislike those who want to treat other people monstrously.

Why, 9906 even argued against the treatment of Clones. Clones are capable of thought and creation, they are a people and thus their own culture.

And the Kaminonians mourned. Clearly, all the work they put into this brain was for Nothing!

It only wants to learn about the galaxy and discover the beauties and wonders behind technology and space and peoples--why, it doesn't think of Profit or Genes at all!

It even argued that it wasn't a Product to be Sold, but a person to be talked to. The Kaminonians found this scoffful.

It would learn, the Kaminonians decided, oh it would learn.

ADDENDUM

What about 9902 and 9905? Well... Heheheh.

DOMINO SQUAD "A real domino effect, this one."

There are birth batches, and there are batch-squads. Birth-batches separate to all become batch-squads... but not all batch-squads are from the same birth-batch.

Such is the case of the fast-tracked "Domino Squad". Because they were fast-tracked, these clones spent an unpresidented time in the growth-tube. And worse, each one had a falling out with their original batch-squad.

The one that would be known as "Hevy" was overly confrontational, and prone to starting fights. He failed out of his original batch-squad for his attitude and physical violence.

He mellowed out, once he found that his aggression lead to serious consequence, but it didn't completely stop the fights or the lone wolfing. (Until after graduation).

The one that would be known as "Cutup" never took anything seriously, and his old trainers (and old squad) had enough. The trooper didn't even take regulations seriously, and was caught with contraband (Cutup couldn't believe that simple playing cards were "contraband", haven't they ever heard of a game before?)

The one that would be known as "Droidbait", tended to give up too easily, in a total reverse to "Hevy's" situation. Surrender is not acceptable, and he'll have to relearn the hard way.

The one that would be known as "Fives", ironically, did not have a poor record following him for anything he did. Half of his birth-batch-squad were found deceased after a training exercise. The survivors were sent elsewhere. For this, Fives was a quiet, serious but very anxious cadet and rookie until he hit arc-trooper. He kept even his name close. Just in case. Fives got to watch one of the survivors graduate with Bravo Squad. He never found out what happened to him after that.. but he doesn't assume its good.

Always have to adapt on the fly, because if you don't, the situation might just kill you. No matter how "Safe" everyone says it is. In fact, especially if its "Safe".

The one that would be known as "Echo" was the most devious.

By all accounts, Echo was a stand up trooper--he read the regulations and followed them to the letter. He took pleasure in buffing his armor and uniform. He could recite exact rules, was perfect in inspections. He knew exactly where everything is and how to act as expected. A true "By the Book" trooper. Why, what could ever be wrong with Echo?

Because if you look like you belong, and if you know the rules, you can do Anything. And Echo, he knew that people knew that the Way Things Act were often considered more important than What Things Actually Are, but you still have to Play Expectations if you want to get what you want.

And Echo, he tended to learn how play expectations. The fact is, while it was considered an accident and misunderstanding--Echo put himself in a position to get transferred away from his old birth-squad.

( He had nothing against his old birth-batch. They were fine lads. But Echo refused to be canon-fodder. If he was going to go out into the galaxy and make a difference, he was going to do it his way--if he was going to get blown up, it was because he damn well decided he was going to get blown up, not because a general told him to. )

Yes it would mean being held back. But such is the price of prep work (He certainly didn't feel like he was ready--and he wanted to test the waters a bit longer), and well, there had to be brothers on Kamino, who actually think about what they're being told--not just blinding follow without consideration.

And you can only work the rules to your liking, if you know what the rules are. Good thing Echo likes to read.

ADDENDUM

Reason Birth-batch and Batch-Squad are separate, is because the general idea is that they birth clones enmass, but since we only ever see cadets in squads, they aren't necessarily trained enmass.

There had to be a reason why Echo had the Balls to jump Rank and talk to a General, as a cadet, as request transfer.

None of the numbers of Domino Squad match up to indicate that they're apart of the "Birth-Batch". So this sugested to me that they might be from different batches--and thusly, are probably a "throw them together" squad.

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"Hi sensei!" only his eyes are brighter than this smile. He leans towards his teacher and places small kiss on his cheek.

Yuuji doesn't want to smile in return, even though he does do this. It was their little dance and he is sure, he must be careful at all times. He has to show the love he didn't choose.

It started last year, when Itadori first came to Tokyo's high school to become a teacher of PE. Nobara always told him that his personality is like moth to a flame, he considered it as a compliment when it turned out to be quite the opposite.

He didn't acknowledge the rule "Gojo Satoru can do whatever he wants, because he's Satoru" and treated him like any other student.

He did also notice the puppy eyes and obedience towards him, but only acknowledged it as some teenage crush at most. Only on his lessons Satoru behaved perfectly, helped Yuuji even though he didn't ask for it.

He, the playboy of school, perfect in everything was now called "teacher's pet" behind his back. Not that Gojo minded. He looked quite pleased to be honest.

He constantly asked for his number, wanted to know where Yuuji is (he wanted to go with him even more). Itadori just brushed it off and symphasised with the kid. So alone that he wanted to befriend his teacher.

And then the sex tape happened.

After half a year he decided to go for a coffee with Satoru, because the kid wanted to understand some topic better. Little did Yuuji know that it was stard of his downfall. He went to the toilet for a moment and it was probably then, when Satoru slipped a pill into his tea.

Later on Yuuji was dragged and tied to unknown bed and when he opened his eyes, he saw his student, completely naked on top of him.

"My perfect sensei, Yuuji, Yuuji, Yuuji!" he heard among other words.

He was kissed, he didn't kiss back, lips formed in a thin line, he waited for it to be over, for it to be a nightmare. Then he felt a hand on his throat that started to tighten, so he unconsciously opened his mouth for it to be attacked by a tongue.

"Yuuji are you okay? Remember we have to go to Louis Vuitton today! The suit we choose for you is ready to get!" he reprimended the teacher.

A fake smile is vissible on Yuuji's lips. He has to play his part. The Louis Vuitton part is also Gojo's doing, he wanted everything the best for his boyfriend so he pays for a lot of staff with his parents' money. Yuuji feels even more wrecked after every gift he receives from the teenager. But if he doesn't take something, Satoru is likely to destroy it just to show that it was meant for Yuuji only.

("I'll be your best boyfriend, Yuuji-san! You won't even think about leaving, because we love each other so much, don't we?")

"Yeah, I am fine, my love."

He cut ties with everyone. Satoru made sure that he is the only one Yuuji spends his free time with. Even though their "relationship" is not official, some people know. Most of them look at Yuuji with reserve and unhidden disgust. Almost a thirty year old guy with a teenager, how could he!

Gojo goes to Yuuji and sits on his lap, clearly enjoying himself.

"I love you, Yuuji. Remember that."

The response is mutted, Yuuji rests his forehead on Satoru's shoulder. He hopes that his tears won't strain boy's t-shirt.

#gojo x itadori #goyuu #dark gojo satoru #sad itadori yuuji #teacher yuuji #teenager satoru

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dateamonster · 1 year

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Summary: A teenage demon recounts her hectic day at St. Strange's, a self-proclaimed school of second chances for paranormal flunkies and troublemakers like herself, as well as her unlikely best friend, a morally conflicted angel who is struggling with her ideals as well as control over her divine power.

dedicated to two of the greatest loves of my tweenage life: graphic novels stylized as diaries and YA fiction about kids going to special fantasy highschools. final version (for the foreseeable future) with edits, now featuring some small illustrations!

this is a standalone but I'd like to write some more short stories set in this world in the future

#writing #fic #monster x monster #demons #angels #ocs #cave scrawlings #why is the monster x monster tag there? dont worry about it #the other school

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wallopertown · 2 years

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TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES

TEEN-AGE MUT-ANT NIN-JA TURT-LES!!!!!!

#wally’s ponderings #if you haven’t listened to the full version you need to NOW #rottmnt #the third time it sings tmnt and the rhythm is played straight #that part makes me feel aliveeeee #1000000/10 best part of the song #WITH EACH OTHER THEY DISCOVER THEIR DESTINY AND RIIIIIIIISE

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nesmeraldasims · 2 years

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✨ Die Sims 4 Harry Potter Legacy Challenge 🔮 (Base Game kompatibel) | Regeln & Ablauf

GENERATION 0: Muggel

Dein Sim lebt mit seinen beiden Eltern in einem braven, konservativen Vorort. Ihr/Sein Vater war ein berühmter Sportler, bis er eines Tages einen Unfall hatte und aufhören musste. Dein Sim tritt jetzt in seine Fußstapfen, ist sehr sportlich und man erwartet Großes von ihr/ihm.

Doch plötzlich wird dein Sim unerwartet schwanger…

Bestreben: Bodybuilder:in Merkmale: aktiv, Bro, Chaot Karriere: Sportler:in

Regeln:

Erstelle einen Teenager (m/w/d)

Lebe mit deiner Familie in Willow Creek

Erreiche Level 10 der Fitness Karriere

Dein Vater hat das Merkmal: Düster

Habe einen One Night Stand mit einem Fremden und werde schwanger davon bzw. schwängere jemanden

Ziehe mit deinem Baby in einen anderen Ort, weit weg von deiner Familie

Du hast kaum mehr Kontakt zu deinen Eltern

Hab eine beste Freundin oder Schwester die dich unterstützt

Bekomme mindestens 1 Kind

Reich der Magie:

Hab einen One Night Stand mit einem Magier / einer Magierin!

Jede nächste Generation wird bei der Geburt zufällig ausgewählt! (mit einem Würfel oder Zufallsgenerator aus dem Internet)

Wichtig: Wenn eine Generation ausgelost wird, verschwindet sie aus dem Zufallsgenerator

ENTWEDER

GENERATION: Ravenclaw

"Bist du geschwind im Denken, gelehrsam auch und weise, so machst du dich nach Ravenclaw, so wett ich, auf die Reise"

Schon als Kleinkind ist dein Sim sehr neugierig und will immer neue Dinge lernen. Dein Sim ist sehr ehrgeizig und kreativ und will unbedingt Klassenbeste:r werden. Als Teenager lässt sie/er sich dann aber doch ab und zu ablenken doch für eine feste Partnerschaft, hat sie/er keine Zeit.

Bestreben: Renaissance Sim UND/ODER Zauberkunst & Hexerei Merkmale: Genie, kreativ, Perfektionistisch Karriere: Astronaut:in oder Schriftsteller:in

Regeln:

Hab einen Raum bzw. Haus in blau

Hab eine Bibliothek in deinem Haus

Werde Klassenbeste:r

Erreiche Level 10 in Geschicklichkeit

Erreiche Level 10 in Logik

Erreiche Level 10 in Raketenwissenschaft

Erreiche Level 10 deiner Karriere

Du hast keine Zeit für einen Partner:in bis du eine junge Erwachsene / ein junger Erwachsener bist

Du gründest einen Lern und Leseclub mit deinen besten Freunden

Lerne deine/n ersten offiziellen Partner:in auf der Arbeit kennen

Bekomme 1 Kind von ihm / mit ihr

Du heiratest nie

Dein Wissen und deine Karriere stehen immer an erster Stelle

Reich der Magie:

Lerne ALLE Zaubersprüche und Zaubertränke!

Hab einen Raben als Begleiter

ODER

GENERATION: Slytherin

"In Slytherin weiß man noch List und Tücke zu verbinden, dafür wirst du hier noch echte Freunde finden"

Dein Sim ist der geborene Anführer und schafft es, dass alle nach seiner/ihrer Nase tanzen. Schon als Kleinkind wickelt sie/er alle um den Finger und bekommt alles, was sie/er will.

Bestreben: Meister:in des Unfugs UND/ODER Erfolgreiche Abstammung Merkmale: ehrgeizig, Snob, selbstsicher Karriere: Geheimagent:in ODER Verbrecher:in

Regeln:

Hab einen Raum bzw. Haus in grün

Hab als Kind zwei beste Freunde, die alles für dich tun

Mobbe mit deinen Freunden ein anderes Kind (auch als Teenager)

Heimlich bist du in das gemobbte Kind verliebt

Das Kind hat eine Besonderheit zB: Äußerlich, Muggel, Armut, Okkult, …

Erreiche Level 10 der Schelm Fähigkeit

Erreiche Level 10 in deiner Karriere

Heirate einen reichen Sim nur wegen seinem/ihrem Geld

Hab 2 Kinder mit dem reichen Sim

Fang eine Affäre am Arbeitsplatz an

Dein Ehepartner stirbt auf “unerklärliche” Weise

Komme im Alter mit deiner Kindheitsliebe zusammen

Bleibe dein ganzes Leben lang mit deinen beiden Freunden befreundet

Reich der Magie:

Hab einen Schädel als Begleiter

Lerne ALLE Zauber der ungezähmten Magie

Das 1. Kind wird die nächste Generation!

ODER

GENERATION: Gryffindor

"Vielleicht bist du ein Gryffindor, sagt euer alter Hut, denn da regieren, wie man weiß, Tapferkeit und Mut"

Dein Sim ist schon als Kleinkind für jeden Spaß zu haben und jeder will mit ihm/ihr befreundet sein. Natürlich ist dein Sim der coolste Sim der Schule und durch seinen/ihren Mut und seine/ihre Ausstrahlung für viele ein Vorbild.

Bestreben: Freund:in der Welt UND/ODER Witzbold Merkmale: sprunghaft, gesellig, Spinner Karriere: Entertainer:in

Regeln:

Hab einen Raum bzw. Haus in rot

Hab schon als Kleinkind mindestens 3 Freunde

Du bist sehr laut und aktiv

Erreiche Level 10 Charisma

Erreiche Level 10 Comedy

Ab Teenager Alter: Feier jedes Wochenende eine Party

Als Teenager merkst du, du bist bisexuell

Du hast deinen ersten Partner/Partnerin als Teenager

Zieh als junger Erwachsener mit zwei Freunden in eine WG

Hab als junger Erwachsener mindestens 15 Freunde

Ändere alle 3 Tage deinen Partner als junger Erwachsener

Mit deinem dritten Partner bekommst du ungeplant 1 Kind ( 3 Partner ab Altersstufe junger Erwachsener)

Betrüge deinen Partner/Partnerin auf dem Junggesellenabschied

Lass deinen Partner/Partnerin am Altar stehen

Bekomme mindestens noch 2 Kinder

Reich der Magie:

Hab einen Drachen als Begleiter

Lerne ALLE Zauber der schelmischen Magie

Das 2. Kind wird die nächste Generation!

ODER

GENERATION: Hufflepuff

"In Hufflepuff dagegen ist man gerecht und treu, man hilft den anderen wo man kann, und hat vor Arbeit keine Scheu"

Dein Sim hat ein ganz großes Herz für alle Lebewesen und will, dass es allen gut geht. Dadurch verliebt sich dein Sim aber auch ziemlich schnell

Bestreben: Outdoor-Fan UND/ODER große glückliche Familie Merkmale: fröhlich, kindisch, tollpatschig Karriere: darf keinen Job annehmen, darf nur durch sammeln und gärtnern Geld bekommen

Regeln:

Hab einen Raum bzw. Haus in gelb

Erreiche Level 10 Gartenfähigkeit

Erreiche Level 10 Kochfähigkeit

Sammle alles, was du so finden kannst: Frösche, Fische, …

Du verliebst dich sehr schnell und willst überall Liebe verteilen

Hab deinen ersten Partner:in als Kind

Hab immer einen besten Freund in jeder Altersklasse

Freunde dich mit der ganzen Nachbarschaft an

Baue schon als Teenager einen Garten an

Führe als Teenager eine offene Beziehung

Zieh als junge/r Erwachsene/r in den Wald

Bleib mit einer Teenager Liebe zusammen

Führe eine polyamore Beziehung mit zwei anderen Sims

Bekomme mindestens 3 Kinder

Adoptiere ein weiteres Kind

Reich der Magie:

Hab einen Faltterhasen als Begleiter

Lerne ALLE Zaubertränke

Einer deiner Partner muss ein Muggel sein

Das 3. Kind wird die nächste Generation!

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ramp-it-up · 1 month

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II Most Wanted Pt. 3: Drivin’ you crazy...

Pairing: Syverson x OFC Reader "Buttercup" (w/ Betty Bronco)

Summary: Sy tells his story and you tell yours. And all of that pent up feeling has to go somewhere, right?

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. S MUT, Angst, pining, fluff. Mentions of teenage pregnancy, cheating, deception, divorce, breakups., self-destructive behaviors, fighting, promiscuity, mentally abusive relationships, miscarriage. Army life. Old automobiles, a 20 year high school reunion, a drive-in, red meat and french fries, dirty talk, voice kink, mentions of masturbation, fingering, oral sex (male and female receiving), grown ppl getting NASTY in the back of a car, graphic depictions of sex acts.

Read at your own risk. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N: This is the third installment of II Most Wanted. I'm in love with these two; they are bringing my cold dead writer heart back to life. If you like it, please reblog and comment.

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Previous part

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You let Sy’s arm go and settled in for the ride once you got to State Route 405. The window was down and you were making waves in the wind, just like you used to do all those years ago.

Sy looked over at you and felt something that he couldn’t name at that moment, and the feeling intensified when you reached up and pulled your hair out of the chignon, letting it go wild in the wind.

He didn’t know he made a sound in his throat as he admired how you looked in the moonlight. You looked back over at him, hair whipping around your face; gorgeous.

“What?”

He realized that he was grateful that you agreed to come with him at all. He said something instead of what he was feeling.

“You hungry?”

You looked out to the highway and smiled at the road.

“Looks like you already know the answer to that.”

Sy nodded at you, a slight smile on his lips. He felt the familiar rhythm of you two falling back in sync. Didn’t seem like two decades at all.

“Just checking.”

After a comfortably silent ten minute ride, you pulled up at Cardin’s Drive-Thru, an institution in your town. You grinned at Sy.

“The world is your oyster, order anything you want.”

He waved his hand toward the menu on his side of the car and you giggled at the familiar phrase. You scooted closer to him on the bench seat.

“Sorry. I wear glasses now. Didn’t bring them.”

Sy didn’t know why the image of you in glasses got him hard. You glanced at him as you leaned over him to look at the menu to see if it had changed. He took in your breasts as you gave him a view of your cleavage as you leaned over his lap. Lord, give him strength.

“No worries at all, Buttercup.”

His voice was gruff and you felt his breath on your face as you closed your eyes and took a whiff of burgers and fries and Sy.

Sy was practicing all of his restraint as you stayed close to him to look at the menu.

“I want…”

That voice did something to Sy, and he had to shift in his seat. You and that damn cute look of curiosity didn’t help the situation in his pants either.

“I want… a Smokey Burger and a chocolate shake please!”

You were as happy as a clam.

“Y’know. I’ve had dreams about Cardin’s burgers, especially since I stopped eating red meat two years ago. But you know what, tonight seems to be all about “Fuck It!”

Sy raised his eyebrow at you.

“You just ordered a burger with double patties and bacon.”

“Yep,” You popped the p. “I know.”

You grinned at him and he shook his head.

“Still living dangerously, I see.”

You raised your chin.

“I’m still living,” you replied.

An understanding passed between you.

“Amen.”

Sy stretched his long arm out of the window to press the button and order, and you were staring at his forearms again. Don’t be such a slut, you thought.

“Yes, we need a Smokey Burger, a chocolate shake, a Huge Burger, no onions, and an extra large Frenchy fries, with a large Dr. Enuf.”

He smirked at you after the order was confirmed.

“It’s a given that you would come for my Frenchy fries.”

Sy gave you a short history about the ownership of the legendary drive-in, and how the new owners were long time residents who vowed to restore its former glory, including the world famous Frenchy fries.

“Well, Cardin’s fries are legendary, but I have to be careful. ‘M not the same size I used to be.”

You smoothed your dress down as much as you could while seated. Sy followed the path of your hands on your body and licked his lips.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You look damn good to me.”

Sy arched his eyebrow at you and you laughed nervously.

“I’m dead serious. You look even better than I remember, Buttercup. You were always so pretty.”

You were quiet as you looked into his eyes. He was being sincere.

“Sy, that’s sweet.”

He moved toward you, getting into your space. You couldn’t breathe, and your primal brain was kicking in.

“If you only knew what thoughts I’m thinkin, Buttercup. You wouldn’t call me, “sweet.”

His eyes ran over your body posessively.

“You are still the finest woman I’ve ever seen.”

You were locked in, ready to ask him what he was thinking and let him ruin your life all over again. You parted your lips to lick them and speak when you heard the metal of the drive-in tray connect with the open window behind Sy and your focus shifted as Sy moved away.

“Got your food here!”

Sy ran his hand through his short curls. He looked annoyed. At the interruption, his hair, maybe both?

“Haven’t had my hair this long in a while. Growing it out.”

You reached out and arranged an errant curl.

“Looks good on you, Sy.”

He just grinned and then turned to get the food.

Once the food was in the car and paid for, he asked, “Wanna take this up to the Lookout?”

You looked at him skeptically.

“Only so we can tailgate and talk and stretch our legs. And look at the view.”

He smiled that rogueish smile at you. Some things never change, you thought with a smile. You sipped your shake, which was still really too thick to drink, and nodded.

“What the hell. You only live once, right?”

“Ya damn right, Buttercup.”

—

You sat eating Sy’s Frenchy fries under the star light as country music played and Sy looked at you thoughtfully, Beyonce playing in the background.

Il tuo fedel

Sospira ognor

Cessa, crudel

Tanto rigor

Ooh

“You ready?”

You hopped off the liftgate and stood in front of him, prepared to hear his story.

“Let’s go.”

Sy took a deep breath as you waited and listened.

“Well, the fact is, you told me so.”

“What do you mean?”

“You asked me if I was sure that the baby was mine. Then I got mad and that made things worse. And that was the last time you spoke to me.”

“Yeah.”

“And after you broke up with me, rightly so in that situation, I decided to be there for my family. Becca and I got married at the courthouse before the baby came, and I enlisted in order to have an income and health insurance for the baby.”

Your heart clenched.

“I shipped out right after little Jeremiah was born.”

There was a wistful smile on Sy’s face that warmed your heart.

“Becca stayed with her parents while I was on tour, and for two years we were apart. It was hard bein’ away, and Becca and I didn’t have the best relationship, but I was set to make it work for our kid, ya’ know?”

“I wouldn’t have expected anything less, Sy.”

He looked at you long and hard.

“Becca broke the news to me when I came back. The baby was Jeremy’s, but he didn’t want to accept responsibility at the time, and she knew I would.”

“What?”

Your mouth dropped open.

“Jeremy Atkins. Your best friend Jeremy?”

“Unhhunh.”

Sy looked as hurt as if it just happened.

“I am so sorry Sy.”

“It was a helluva blow. And I was so angry. At myself for believing the lie, you know? For getting attached to the idea of being a parent.”

Your heart broke for Sy. You moved closer to him.

“I was so self destructive. Got into fights with everyone at every bar within a 50 mile radius. Then, I went right back to Afghanistan, acting as if each one was a suicide mission.”

Sy’s voice lowered.

“Came home in another two years and screwed up the courage to ask Bubbles about you. She told me you were engaged to…”

“Scott. Yeah…”

You couldn’t look him in the eye, but Sy lifted your chin with his fingers, causing you to look him in the eyes.

“And you know what? Thinking that you were happy calmed me down a little. I was proud of you for getting your degree and moving on, so I decided to do the same. Went to college, mostly on line, and then Officer’s Training School, joined Special Forces. Went back to the front and became a leader. Immersed myself in the cause while keeping perspective of my role in it. But a couple of years ago I got injured,”

He saw the look on your face.

“It’s my back. I’m mostly fine. But it allowed me to retire early.”

Sy looked around at the view, the twinkling lights of the town.

“I started a business with a partner, and I volunteered to be the offensive line coach for the high school in my spare time. I even got to coach Jeremiah his senior year. He’s turned out to be a good kid.”

He looked at you, and time seemed to melt away. He was the same Sy you fell in love with 20 years ago. But with so much more wisdom.

“I live a good life, Buttercup. Don’t feel sorry for me.”

You moved to sit beside him again on the tailgate. You were silent as you tried to think of what to say.

“I don’t feel sorry for you. I’m sorry this happened to you. I forgive you for what I held against you. Sy? D’you forgive me?”

You needed his answer like air.

“Nothing to forgive, Buttercup. Like I said. I can’t complain about my life.”

You looked up at Sy who was looking up at the stars with a wry smile on his face. You looked up, too. He looked back down at your profile.

“What about you? How has your life been?”

You took a deep breath, contemplating that question and the stars. You decided to tell him everything. Well, almost everything.

“I was angry too, Sy. You know that. Angry that all my well laid plans were turned to dust in a moment. When I went to college across the state, I decided to stop caring so much. So, I fucked everyone in sight.”

Sy winced. You chuckled.

“I calmed down in a couple of years and met Scott. He seemed so steady? He was in law school, and his father was a partner in a big firm. He said that I didn’t have to finish my degree; I could just go home with him to New York City, have a couple of babies and be a society wife. Seemed like a good idea, so I did. I left just two semesters shy of having my degree in architecture.”

You shook your head at your gullibility.

“My mom was elated, thinking I’d hit the jackpot.”

You got up again and started pacing, hands wrapped around yourself as you thought back to that time in your life.

“It was not good. Two miscarriages, 3 mistresses, and 8 years later, I finally found the courage to leave with Carla when she came to visit. I vowed never to go back to that headspace again.”

Sy stood up then, fists closed at his side and his jaw clenched.

“I didn’t know. I asked about you, but neither Bubbles nor Blossom told me that. I would have come for you, Buttercup.”

You smiled at him.

“They knew better than to say a word to you. Seven years ago I didn’t want anyone to know. And I didn’t need rescuing. I rescued myself.”

You smiled again and Sy just wanted to hold you.

“Went back to school and finished my degree. Lived life on my own terms.”

You looked him in the eye again.

“So yeah, I guess I have a pretty good life, too.”

“I’m glad, Buttercup.”

Sy sat down again and your eyes moved down the length of him. Why did brown dress shoes get you so hot? You had a problem.

“You sharing this good life with anyone?”

Sy’s voice made you nervous all of a sudden. You looked at your hands.

“Not at the moment, no. I’m single.”

Sy seemed to let out a breath.

“Me, too, been single ever since I retired.”

You didn’t know what to say.

“Oh.”

Sy stood up and walked in front of you. You were still looking at his shoes.

“Ya know, I’ve only felt like I’ve been in love once, no. Twice in my life.”

“Hmmm.”

You were afraid of this conversation and you couldn’t fully participate.

“Please look at me Buttercup.”

You did as he asked. His eyes were burning right through you.

“The first time I felt that was 20 years ago, with you. And the second…”

Sy moved toward you and took your hands in his.

“Hell, we’ve wasted enough time, Buttercup. The truth is,when I saw you tonight I realized that I’m still in love with you now.”

—-

The wind was knocked out of you. How were you supposed to respond?

“Sy, I- I can’t survive another hurt. My heart is in pieces.”

“I know, Buttercup. But I promised you that I will love you until the day I die. I meant that shit. I still mean it.”

He moved closer, and he slotted himself between your thighs. His hands went to your hips and he pulled you close.

“Won’t you let me make it up to you? These last 20 years?”

You continued to look into his eyes as you considered his request. You put your hands on his chest as you made your decision.

“No, Sy. I can’t let you do that.”

He looked hurt and his eyes were cast down as his cheeks dusted pink. He thought he blew it. Then you spoke again.

“The past is the past. It’s done. We can try and work on today. And tomorrow. One day at a time. I’d like to try with you.”

Sy’s brow furrowed, but his face softened as he realized what you were saying. He gave you a soft smile.

“Fair enough, Buttercup. Let’s work on today. And tomorrow. I’ll give you some time.”

You thought about how Sy was always a gentleman with you, never pushing you to do anything you didn’t want to do, always putting your needs first. Well, you needed him now.

Your hands were fisting his shirt now, pulling apart so that you could see his dog tags against his chest hair, and that image sent you feral. You pulled him toward you. Sy sucked in a breath as you left a soft kiss on his lips, his beard tickling your cheeks. He seemed frozen as you pulled away.

“Mmmhm.”

Sy grunted in his throat and his hands came up to your waist. His cock was swelling and he felt on the edge of control.

“I wanna kiss you again, Buttercup. And not in a ‘sweet’ way.”

“Do it, Sy. We’re grown now.”

You were breathless at the emotion and lust in his voice.

Sy moved his hand to the back of your neck and you shivered as he carded his fingers at the back of your scalp, tugging on your curls to make you look up at him.

“‘M not sure you are ready for all that I want, Buttercup.”

And his mouth descended on yours, his thumb came around and ticked your jaw open for him to invade your senses with himself. He kissed you like he owned you, and his hands ended up on both sides of your head as you moaned your way through the kiss. He pulled away, looked at your lips, then went back in to kiss you again.

“Ya got my mind runnin’ baby. Those lips. Fuck. I’m down bad.”

Sy’s cock was hard and aching, and his hands were on your body: those thighs, that ass as he pulled you closer to him. Then he stopped and leaned away, searching your face. Your eyes were dilated and those lips were parted.

Holy fuck, was he a goner.

You whimpered and pulled him closer, your hands going to his ass as he kissed you again. He was laughing at you as he pulled away this time.

“Look who’s getting spicy no-”

Sy stopped talking when you ripped his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. You were disappointed when you saw the tank he was wearing underneath.

“Sorry Sy. I ruined your shirt. I don’t know what came over me.”

You looked up at him under your lashes and he couldn’t tell if you were being facetious or not. You toyed with his dog tags, imagining them waving in your face as... Shit. What were you doing?

Sy stepped back and pulled the shirt off, and pulled the tank out of his pants, then came back to you immediately, hands moving up your thighs, pushing your short dress up even further.

“I know what came over you. Same thing’s that’s been possessing me for years, Buttercup.”

Sy leaned down to capture your eyes and you were stuck. You were locked in on him as he proceeded to destroy your sou.

“You’ve been drivin’ me crazy for years, running around my mind as I did a lot of things. Thought of you when I was training, eating, doing things around the house. When I was in-country and alone in my tent at night. When I…”

Sy stopped and licked his lips as his hands reached the tops of your thighs, long fingers toying with the waistband of your panties. You squirmed in his grip.

“Shit, Buttercup, do you ever think of me when you touch yourself?”

You were mute, mouth open to breathe, and Sy knew you were in the zone.

“Cause I sure as hell do. Do you know how often I’ve imagined you wrapped around me when it was just my hand?”

Sy whispered it in your ear, but pulled back to see your reaction, which was wide-eyed lust. You licked your lips and nodded, ready to hear more.

“Time and space is nothin’ to fight this powerful magic that is the thought of you, Darlin’. I imagine you, imagining me while you touch your pretty little pussy, circling your little clit with your delicious wetness. I dream of you getting off because of me, just like I cum so fucking hard just thinking of you. Every time.”

Sy watched your eyes close and your chest heave as you tried to regulate. He continued with his seduction.

“...But I know it’s nothing like the real thing.”

Your own fingers ventured below his undershirt, finding thick abdominal muscles there, and a dense happy trail. His stomach clenched in response to your touch.

“Mmmm. Can I touch you too, Buttercup? Are these panties soaked? Can I check to make sure?”

You were nodding as your hands went up his pecs, grabbing them, your fingers ghosting over his nipples. Sy moved his hands at a glacial pace it seemed, because you wanted him instantly where you needed him most.

He found your sodden center over the gusset of your panties and you pressed into his light touch. He groaned as he started rubbing up and down your clothed seam and pressing the now sticky material into you. You leaned forward and started licking and sucking the veins that popped up on his neck. He moaned.

‘You got me so far gone, baby. I wanna…’’

He grabbed the side of your panties and you whimpered with need.

“Just say the word, and I’ll stop. But right now I can’t help myself. Need to feel you, touch you, taste you.”

“Don’t stop, Sy. Been waiting so long.”

Sy put his forehead against yours, breath huffing in time with yours. You again asked for what you wanted.

“Sy. I need you. Need to feel y-”

Your words caught in your throat as Sy pulled your panties to the side and sunk his fingers into your wetness. The obscene slosh of you made Sy pulse in his pants. He trailed up and down your cut, shaking his head and clenching his jaw.

“Why?”

He looked up at you as if you had wounded him, blue eyes blazing.

“Why are you so fucking…so fucking wet? How do you expect for me t-to f-f fuck! T’ function when…?”

The stutter did you in.

“‘S’all you, Sy. Got wet when I first saw you t’night…”

Sy pulled his fingers out and tasted them, moaning, then growling, and then took a hold of your waist and practically threw you in the back of the truck. He leaned over the gate, pulled your thighs apart, then tore your panties off, causing you to squeal.

“You’re so fucking pretty. Gotta taste you, Buttercup. Can’t believe it’ll be my first time.”

“Go for it.”

You winked and smiled at him, but the look was wiped from your face as he dove into your crease, tongue licking a rude stripe from the bottom to the top of you. You put your hand over your mouth as you moaned.

Sy looked up at you, offended.

“Don’t keep your sounds from me, baby. Need to hear the real thing instead of my imagination.”

He went back to work kissing your clit, then sucking it into his mouth with increasing intensity. The slight burn from his beard was delicious. You got a grip of his hair as he manhandled your thighs, keeping you in place as you writhed and arched beneath him. He moaned against you while talking to your pussy.

“So fucking good for me.”

“Taste like a jar o’ spicy honey...”

“Hmmm. Beard’s all soaked now. That’s my girl.”

“Gettin’ even wetter for me, that’s what I like. Gimme.”

“I love this pretty little pussy.”

His proclamations were punctuated by kisses, licks, and sucks and finally, he pushed one thick finger into you as you called his name. The cunilingus, penetration, and praise had you teetering on the precipice.

“Syyyyyy!”

“That’s it. Let me hear you. Damn, you’re so fucking hot and so godamn tight. Dream about giving you my cock, but I don’t know if you can take it…”

He knew he had you as he leaned back down to suck your clit like taffy candy again. You watched him and moaned. Then he added another finger. You stiffened. Then he crooked his fingers, telling you to come to him, and you did. And all over his face.

Sy took off his tank and wiped his face with it, then unbuckled his pants and fisted his cock, crawling in the back of the truck with you.

“Don’t have any condoms, just let me… just let me rub one out…so fucking hard for you Buttercup.”

Sy was so far gone, his mind was mush.

“C’mere, Baby…”

You reached for him as he shuffled near you on his knees and started stroking, admiring the large mushroom cap of his cock glistening from pre-cum in the starlight. You fell in love with the way his length curved into the curls on his abs, and the way his breath hitched as your hand tried to close around him. You pressed your nose into his belly to inhale his scent, careful not to stop what your hand was doing.

It was your turn to pleasure him.

“I do think about you, Sy. I imagine deep throating you while you play in my pussy. Makes me cum so hard against my little bullet.”

You pressed a kiss near his belly button as his cock jerked in your hand and his abs clenched. His hand went to your hair. You could tell that he wanted to move your mouth to his dick, but that he was holding back. You lifted your hand, jacking him faster as you kissed his balls, which were so tight against him.

“Wan’ you to cum all over my stomach, my tits…”

Sy groped your chest, searching for and then twisting your taught nipple when he found it. He was outright panting as you talked him through it.

“.... my ass, my lips, Sy…”

His groan was louder now and his knees were shaking as you licked a stripe up the underside of him, pausing, to purse your lips and gloss them in the clear fluid at his tip. You gazed up at him as you stuck your tongue out and kitten licked him.

“Truth is, I’m a slut for you. Fuck my face Sy,”

“Shhhhhitttttttt….!”

Sy grabbed your head and used your mouth while you concentrating on taking his thick length and breathing.

“You’re a slut, hunh? My slut?”

You nodded as best you could, only to have your eyes roll as he pushed down your throat.

“Dream about swallowing my cum? D’ya? Like a good girl?”

“Ummhnnghhh!”

There were tears rolling down your face and saliva dripping down your chin.

“So fucking pretty swallowing my cock. Fuck….here it… fucking… comes….. Fuckkkk!”

Sy roared as his dick pulsed cum directly down your throat and you received it, letting your jaw go slack. Sy groaned as he pulled out and stroked the last of his spend on your outstretched tongue.

“So fucking nasty, Buttercup, who woulda thought?”

He beamed at you as you showed him his handiwork. He closed your mouth and you swallowed before he pulled you in for a filthy kiss. He cleaned your face with his tank top, straightened your clothes and his, and then pulled you to him.

“That was…”

You were hoarse, and you laughed. Sy laughed with you.

“That was hot.”

“Yeah. It was great.”

“I love you, Buttercup.”

There was silence on your end. You shivered as you thought about what was holding you back.

Sy didn’t want any awkwardness. He kept it moving.

“It’s getting chilly out.”

He climbed out of the back of the truck and picked up his shirt, flicking any dust off of it and put it on you. Then, he put his tank top back on.

“Sy! That’s… Dirty.”

You blushed as you thought of your fluids all over it.

Sy lifted it and smelled it, then grinned back up at you.

“Yeah, smells like your pussy. Don’t think I’ll ever wash it.”

“Jacob Syverson!”

You swatted at his chest.

“Don’t act all shy on me now, not after what we just did, Buttercup.”

He lead you back around to the passenger seat again and buckled you in. You bit your lip wondering what came next. Was this really happening?

In a few minutes you were back at your car. The parking lot was empty except for your rental. Sy jumped out and opened your door. When you were back in your car, he leaned through the window and kissed your lips.

“You’re here until Monday, yeah?”

It was Friday night. There was a weekend of activities for the reunion planned.

“Yeah. I’ll be at the cookout tomorrow, and church and brunch on Sunday. And I have a job interview Monday morning.”

Sy raised his eyebrow at that last bit, but didn’t ask for an explanation.

“Can I see you tomorrow night? Dinner?”

“Okay.”

Why were you so breathless?

Sy was anxious at letting you go.

“I’ll follow you to your air bnb. Just to make sure everything’s safe.”

You smirked at him.

“Alright.”

Sy followed you to your old neighborhood, which now seemed to be gentrified, got out and checked out the house. Then, you walked him back to the front door. He leaned on the door frame and towered above you.

“G’night, Buttercup."

He licked those sinful lips of his.

"Sweet dreams.”

He leaned down and kissed you and then straightened up, eyes on you hungrily. He was driving you crazy, looking like a sex god. You thought about the amount of time you had left and you made a decision. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him into the house.

“Get your fine ass in here, Sy. I’m not done with you tonight.”

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citriarchive · 3 months

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thinking about this because i made the mistake of looking at Tumblr replies so pardon the half vent but how do people get in this mindset of "this song isn't good enough for someone to call themselves a musician, they're not a REAL musician" lmfao. like sorry but that teenager or 20-something who just released a TikTok song you don't like is still a musician. like by definition. there is no threshold to be a "real" musician, you spork. everyone has to start somewhere.

same with any form of art actually (that is made without AI). whether you like it or not, whether it's good or bad, someone crafted that shit. they are a "real" writer, they are a "real" artist, they are a "real" crocheter, knitter, sew...er, whatever form of art you're doing, if you're doing it, congratulations, you're now an artist, whether other people like it or not. full stop lmfao.

needed that off my chest rq sorry muts lol

#; the citrus speaks #; vent #i guess #stop gatekeeping art forms like it's some club you have to get into #grown-ass adults have released songs that are worse (imo) than some songs from tiktok #and yet those adults are still considered musicians!#and if they're not they should be!!!#grrrr #this is how you scare people out of doing art!!#this is how people quit before they even start #like deadass this makes me wanna draw out of fucking spite #because even if it's not good it's real art #anyway sorry im very passionate about this topic #; lemon's inane ramblings

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xxxthefirebetweenusxxx · 3 months

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Grace,

Manch einer würde behaupten, dass die Liebe und Bindung zwischen Eltern und dem erstgeborenen Kind am stärksten ist. Ganz einfach aus dem Grund, weil all die Erlebnisse, die man im Laufe des Lebens miteinander teilt alle zum ersten Mal erlebt. Vielleicht mag es sogar ein Stück weit stimmen. Denn man erlebt alles mit dem ersten Kind auch zum ersten Mal. Man ist vorsichtig, man ist unsicher, man zweifelt, aber man ist auch unglaublich Stolz.

Aber ich glaube auch, wenn man als Eltern noch sehr jung ist - fast selbst noch ein Teenager - dann lernt man auch, gemeinsam mit dem Kind erwachsen zu werden und das Leben zu meistern. Man ist nicht perfekt, das ist unmöglich und man macht Fehler, aber wenn man nach Jahren wieder zurückblickt, an den Tag, der einen veränderte, weil man ein kleines Lebewesen in den Armen hält, dann merkt man, dass man nichts bereut hat. Man ist stolz. Glücklich. Unendlich glücklich. Denn zu sehen, was aus seinem Kind mit den Jahren geworden ist, wie erwachsen und selbstständig es geworden ist, wer könnte da nicht stolzer als die Eltern sein?

Aber manchmal gibt es im Leben auch Situationen, Ereignisse, die einen Menschen verändern. Und zwar so sehr, dass man nie wieder der Mensch werden kann, der man mal war. Weil es einen so zerstört, dass man vergisst wie man atmet. Man vergisst unbewusst, dass das Leben weitergeht, auch wenn man glaubt nicht vom Fleck zu kommen.

Aber es gibt eine wundervolle Person, die mir etwas wertvolles beibrachte;

Wenn du Kinder hast, egal ob eines oder fünf, dann kannst du nicht aufhören zu atmen und dein Leben auf Pause drücken. Du musst weitermachen, völlig egal wie die Tage laufen. Völlig egal was dein gebrochenes Herz dir sagt. Denn wenn du Vater oder Mutter bist, dann geht es nicht mehr nur um dein Leben. Du hast Verantwortung. Dein Leben lang. Für dein Kind, deine Kinder. Sie sind dein Fleisch und Blut. Sie brauchen dich ...

Auch ich habe Zeiten erlebt, in denen mir das Atmen versagte. Zeiten die mir das Herz brachen. Zeiten, in denen ich nicht vom Fleck kam, in denen die Zeit still zu stehen schien ...

Aber diese unglaubliche Person lehrte mich noch etwas und das ist vielleicht mit Abstand das aller Wichtigste. Etwas, dass ich in der Vergangenheit viel zu oft aus den Augen zu verlieren drohte.

Ganz egal wie sehr du strauchelst, deine Kinder kommen immer an erster Stelle. Völlig egal wie oft du fällst, du stehst wieder auf, wenn nicht aus eigenem Willen, dann für deine Kinder. Ganz egal wie tief alles um dich herum versinkt, du machst weiter, wenn nicht für dich selbst, dann für deine Kinder. Und selbst wenn du glaubst ganz alleine zu sein, so bist du es niemals. Denn du hast für immer das größte Glück deines Lebens - deine Kinder. Wenn du nicht mehr für dich kämpfen kannst, dann kämpfe für sie. Sie sind dein Licht am Ende des Tunnels.

Grace, durch dich habe ich gelernt. Durch dich und deine Geschwister bin ich erwachsen geworden. Und ich bin unfassbar Stolz. Du bist voller Liebe, voller Neugier, voller Licht und voller Mut. Nichts im Leben kann dir das nehmen. Manchmal läuft es im Leben nicht so, wie man es sich erhofft, aber mir ist wichtig, dass du weißt, dass du niemals alleine sein wirst. In Leben gibt es kein Richtig oder Falsch. Es gibt immer Wege. Es gibt immer mehr als nur eine Möglichkeit. Und ich werde immer bereit sein, mit dir die Möglichkeiten auszuschöpfen.

Du wirst immer meine Kleine bleiben, wirst immer das Schönste am Valentinstag sein und ich werde immer für dich da sein. Ganz gleich was auch geschieht. Mit dir ist die Welt ein besserer Ort.

But listen I wanna tell you that

You should never be scared

Whenever you need I will be there

And it doesn't matter where or when

In me, you will always find hope

Oh, one day you'll understand what I wanted to say

But I can't stop walking 'cause I live for you

Chasing the stars until we get so.

Happy birthday, mein Liebling. Daddy ist unendlich Stolz auf dich. Ich liebe dich!

#happy birthday #Grace #family #with all my love #my daughter

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Steckbrief: Punchline (Alexis Kaye)

Name: Alexis Kaye Alter Ego: Punchline Spitzname: Alex Alter: 23 Jahre Wesen: Mensch Eltern: (steht offen) Geschwister: (steht offen) Partner: Scarecrow (Jonathan Crane) Beruf: Kriminelle (Schwerverbrecherin von Gotham City) Ehemaliger Lover: Joker Ehemaliger Boss: Joker Storyline: Meine Vorgeschichte interessiert hier nicht groß. Ich mache es daher kurz und knapp: Ich war genauso naiv und dumm wie Harley Quinn und verfiel dem Joker. Er erschuf Punchline, mein Alter Ego. Aber die Wahrheit ist, dass diese Seite schon immer in mir steckte und Joker mir nur einen Grund gab und den Mut sie zu sein. Ich hatte es satt die graue Maus zu sein in dieser Welt, ich wollte etwas Großes und Mächtiges sein. Ich wollte über alle hinaus wachsen und mir von niemanden mehr etwas bieten lassen. Niemand sollte mich mehr abwertend behandeln und Furcht vor mir haben. So wurde Punchline geboren. Von einer schüchternen grauen Maus zu einer üblen Sadistin die ihre Messerchen überalles liebt und sie zu gerne einsetzt um anderen Angst zu machen und naja für andere Zwecke.

Mittlerweile ist mir bewusst geworden dass meine Faszination und der Liebe gegenüber Joker rein toxisch ist und nichts was man gesund nennt. Aber was ist schon gesund? Mein ganzes Leben ist nicht gesund! Und das begann schon in meiner Kindheit mit meinen Eltern, die mich wie Dreck behandelten und mir das Gefühl gaben in dieser Welt nicht erwünscht zu sein. Mein Vater war ein erfolgreicher Geschäftsmann dem Geld, Aussehen und Erfolg alles war. Meine Mutter eine alkoholkranke Frau, die es nicht hinbekam sich um mich zu kümmern und als Baby/Kleinkind viel verwahrloste. Ich musste mir schon sehr früh selbst helfen. Mein Vater demütigte mich natürlich weil ich keine guten Noten hatte. Ich verbrachte als Teenager lieber mehr Zeit Zuhause vor dem PC mit zocken und Animes, statt dass ich mich mit Freunden und Jungs traf. Eine Schande für meinen Vater, der mich ablehnte. Ich versuchte es damals noch jedem Recht zu machen um geliebt zu werden. Naja dann passierten noch einige andere traumatische Dinge. Ich wurde aus dem Haus geworden, ich war obdachlos, kam in die Psychiatrie und dort überlegte man was man mit mir machen sollte so ganz ohne Eltern. Ich lebte nicht, ich überlebte. Und in dem Moment strengte ich mich an und schaffte es irgendwie zu studieren mit Betnoten und fand einen guten Job. Naja und dann kam Joker. Er holte nur die Wahrheit aus mir hervor. Den Teil in mir der den Mut hatte Grenzen zu setzen, Nein zusagen und sich durchzuschlagen, und zu verdrängen. Und er selbst war meine größte Flucht. Ein Mann der nicht besser war als meine Eltern, sie mir nur widerspiegelte. Ein Mann der mich nicht liebte, ein Mann der mich nicht wertschätzte, der mich ebenso ausnutzte und schlecht behandelte. Irgendwann aber hatte ich auch das satt und gehe seitdem meinen eigenen Weg und habe es satt mich irgendwem unterzuordnen. Tja und dann kam Scarecrow, Jonathan Crane. Ebenfalls ein Psychopath und Schwerverbrecher. Ein Mann der mich begann wertzuschätzen und mich sah wie ich bin, er sah mein Inneres. Ein zerbrochenes kaputtes Mädchen, ein Wrack.

Ich hatte dicke Mauern um mich herum aufgebaut, ich versenkte meinen Kummer in Alkohol und ich stürzte vollkommen ab. Jonathan holte mich aus der Situation raus. Er nahm mich auf, nachdem ich nach Joker natürlich erneut obdachlos war und lange in einer kleinen Lagerhalle lebte die nicht einmal eine Heizung besaß. Er kümmerte sich um mich. Ich lernte als Einzige eine Seite an ihm kennen die niemand kannte, dass er ein einfühlsamer Mann sein konnte, auch sehr romantisch sein konnte und poetisch. Der eine Frau auf Händen trägt wenn er sie wahrlich liebte, was er bei mir tat. Ich kann nicht leugnen dass ich ihn schon lange anziehend empfand, aber ich verdrängte es.

Jonathan Crane war selbst einst Psychiater und sah was andere nicht sahen, das kaputte kleine Mädchen. Und hinzu kommt noch dass unsere beider Vergangenheit viele Parallelen aufwiesen was uns immer tiefer miteinander verband, weil wir aneinander verstehen. Mittlerweile arbeiten wir zusammen, er lässt mir meine Freiheiten, benutzt mich nicht, und doch genießen wir es gemeinsam dunkle Pläne zu schmieden und Spaß zu haben an Verbrechen.

Doch irgendwie...ist eine Leere in mir und egal wie viele Verbrechen wir begehen, es erfüllt mich nicht mehr. Wer bin ich jetzt und will ich sein? Vielleicht ist dieses Leben nicht mehr das was ich will? Ohne dass Jonathan etwas davon weiß habe ich vor kurzem eine gute Therapeutin aufgesucht die nicht vor Menschen wie mir zurückschreckt und ihnen helfen will. Sie arbeitet daher auch in einem Bezirk der sehr abgegrenzt ist. Abgeschieden von der Welt. Sie ist eine gute, einfühlsame Frau die mir neuen Mut macht und Hoffnung gibt. Sie hilft mir dabei mich selbst zu finden und zu entdecken und mein Leben zu hinterfragen. Wir haben gemeinsam auch festgestellt dass ich unter einer schweren PTBS leide, als auch an einer Unterform der DIS, der Partiellen DIS (früher DDNOS), meine Persönlichkeit konnte sich aufgrund der schweren Traumata in der Kindheit nicht integrieren, sie teilte sich auf in verschieden Persönlichkeitsanteile die eigene Identitäten entwickelten. Anders als bei einer DIS existieren zwischen uns Anteilen keine Betonwände dass man aneinander nicht sehen kann und nicht mitbekommt was der andere macht wenn er wechselt, sondern es ist wie Glaswände, man bekommt alles mit, man betrachtet sich selbst aus der Vogelperspektive, man ist beide Anteile gleichzeitig und dennoch sind die voneinander gespalten. Man sieht und hört alles. Aber man kann ihre Handlungen nicht kontrollieren. Hinzu kommen eine nicht-näher-bezeichnete Essstörung, Borderline und dass ich ein Alkoholproblem habe. Jonathan war der Grund weshalb die Türen zu meinem Unterbewusstsein, meinem Leiden sich begann zu öffnen, weil ich durch ihn zum ersten Mal erfahre was Liebe und Zärtlichkeiten ist. Und wenn du dich dem öffnest und hingibst, tja da öffnet sich was verborgen war. Denn du öffnest dein Herz wieder. Soviel zu mir.

Anmerkung:

Die psychischen Diagnosen habe ich selbst dazu gedichtet, als auch ihre Kindheit/Jugend. Ich mag es sie auf meine Art zu verkörpern, eigene Ideen noch hinzuzuholen, weil es die Geschichte doch so viel spannender macht als dem Original getreu zu sein. Ihre Liebesbeziehung zu Scarecrow (Jonathan Crane) ist ebenfalls dazu gedichtet. Ich liebe das Pairing, bin ein großer Scarecrow Fan. Punchline ist mittlerweile meine Lieblings Schurkin.

Und da ich es blöd finde für 2 Roleplay Charas 2 verschiedene Blogs zu machen, sich ständig hin und her ein und auszuloggen, vorallem am Handy, habe ich beschlossen einen Blog zu machen wo ich beide meiner Charas verkörpere, Lilith und Punchline. Ihre Storys und Diagnosen mögen ähnlich sein, was mit meinem Pb zusammenhängt, auch mein Blog. Ich brauche Kreativität, mich ausbreiten zu können, schreiben zu können, um selbst mein Drama des Lebens besser verarbeiten zu können. Ich schreibe Roleplay seit meine 13.Lebensjahr, als auch eigene Geschichten und Fanfiktions. Ich liebe es zu schreiben, vorallem Roleplay. Man kann sich alles von der Seele schreiben, es als Ventil nutzen um besser mit dem Schmerz, den Ängsten umzugehen. Deswegen sind meine Charas immer ähnlich aufgebaut. Ich bin nicht die Pb die ein Geheimnis daraus macht, die sich der Masse anpasst und ihren Blog genauso aufbaut wie alle anderen. Das empfinde ich als langweilig, wenn wir alle gleich sind. Ich bin extravagant, anders, ich stach schon immer aus der Masse hervor. Ich bin einfach ich selbst, so wie ich bin und ich verstecke mich nicht. Ich will anderen den Mut machen, auch den Mut zu wagen aus sich heraus zu kommen und zu sich selbst zu stehen. Denn auch ich war eine graue Maus die immer folgte, sich schikanieren und demütigen/mobben ließ. Alles was nicht der Masse entspricht wird gemobbt und verstoßen, eine traurige Welt. Umso mehr gibt es mir den Mut dagegen zu schießen, sich zu zeigen und nicht mehr zu verstellen. Denn auch ich lief der Masse nach, aus Angst vor Ablehnung, sonst keinen Anschluss zu finden. Aber man pointet eher wenn man selbstbewusst, selbstsicher und ,an selbst ist. Also...here I am Guys! 🩷 be yourself!

Es gibt mittlerweile leider selbst im Fake/Roleplay soviel Mobbing, Hate und Ausgrenzung, was traurig ist, dabei sollte es doch ein Hobby zum abschalten sein, einzutauchen in ein Abenteuer dass einen all den Alltagsstress vergessen und einen entspannen lässt. Freunde zu finden mit denen man auf einer Wellenlänger ist, wie verbindet das Internet doch Menschen denen es ähnlich geht, ähnliche Schicksale. Stattdessen entfernen wir uns immer mehr voneinander. Früher hat man noch Pb Talk gemacht, Freundschaften entstanden die lange hielten. Und heute? Heute geht es nur noch um Abgrenzung, keiner will mehr irgendwas von sich Preis geben. Wir entfernen uns voneinander. Und dabei stecken hinter vielen Charakteren Menschen die gebrochen sind und sich alleine mit ihren Problemen fühlen. Roleplay kann soviel bewirken, gute Freundschaften entstehen lassen. Du kannst Menschen finden die dich verstehen.

Als selbst Trauma Betroffene, die immer alleine war, war ich immer froh darüber dass ich meine Freunde im Internet hatte wenn ich es Zuhause im Elternhaus kaum aushielt als ich noch jünger war. Es ist besser zu reden, jemanden zu haben, statt sich zu verschließen und abzugrenzen und mit allem alleine zu sein, wenn man im real life vielleicht niemanden hat der einen versteht. Aneinander zu helfen, zu unterstützen, sich gegenseitig aufzubauen. Warum geht all das immer mehr verloren? Zu VZ Zeiten noch habe ich viele tolle Freunde via Roleplay gefunden die bis heute halten. Menschen mit denen man verbunden ist, die ähnliche Probleme haben. Warum kann das alles nicht mehr so sein wie damals? Wieso haben wir uns so sehr verändert und entfernen uns immer mehr voneinander und messen uns im Roleplay nur noch, wer der Beste ist, der Mächtigste und der einzige Wahre? Egomachtkämpfe ohne Ende. Menschen die psychisch schwach sind, in ihre eigene Welt hier abtauchen, werden noch kränker gemacht und zerstört. Das ist keine faire Welt mehr. Deswegen habe auch ich mich sehr zurückgezogen vor neuen Kontakten im Fake/Roleplay. Denn auch ich habe mehrmals krasses Mobbing erleben dürfen. Aber darauf scheiße ich jetzt und ich spiele und erschaffe meine Charaktere wie MIR das gefällt, denn MIR muss das gefallen und nicht jemand anderen! Wenn es mir doch hilft mit meiner eigenen Vergangenheit, den schweren Traumafolgen die ich davon trage besser klar zu kommen, denn irgendwo muss das alles hin und verarbeitet werden, man kann es nicht ewig hinunterschlucken. Und das Talent zu schreiben ist ein wunderbares Ventil, so wie das Zeichnen, was ebenfalls etwas ist was mir hilft.

Also lasse dich bitte nicht unterkriegen, stehe zu dir selbst, lass die anderen reden! Und nehme das NIEMALS persönlich!

So nun aber genug von Pb!

Ich suche für meine Punchline: eine Familie und neue Freunde

Da wenig bekannt ist über ihre Familie, würde ich gerne meine eigene Familie aufbauen mit euch, wer Interesse hat. So wie Freunde die Alexis auf ihrem Weg unterstützen können oder alte Freunde aus dem Verbrechergeschäft die sie wieder auf die böse Seite ziehen wollen. Familie gesucht:

Geschwister

Cousinen/Cousins

vielleicht die Eltern? bin noch unsicher. Aber wer Ideen hat kann mir ruhig eine pn schreiben

Onkel und Tanten vielleicht?

mhhh was ich cool finden würde wenn man übernatürliche Dinge einbauen könnte, wenn es Verwandte gibt die Hexen, Dämonen etc sind dass Alexis vielleicht doch kein Mensch ist, es aber nicht weiß? Vielleicht ist sie sogar adoptiert und ihre echten Eltern stammen einer Dämonenfamilie ab zb. oder ihre Mutter ist ein Engel und ihr Vater ein Dämon und deswegen hat sie gut und böse in sich und das eine überwiegt mal und dann das andere? Wäre auch eine coole Idee. Würde mir gefallen, halb Engel/halb Dämon zu sein und dass die Kaye Familie nur ihre Adoptivfamilie ist, so kann man sich allgemein eine sehr coole Story mit sehr vielen Verwandten aufbauen was ich schön finden würde.

das bedeutet also ich würde dann ihre Adoptivfamilie suchen, die Kayes und ihre leibliche Familie die aus Dämonen, Engeln und vielleicht Hexer entstammen. :) Ihr könnt auch eigene Ideen vorschlagen. Bei Interesse schreibt mir eine Pn, ich würde mich freuen eine Familie mit euch hier aufzubauen und vielleicht auch auf among us und aplace2be wo ich ebenfalls unterwegs bin. ;) Also es wäre toll wenn ihr auch dahin dann hinkommen könntet und wire hättet. :)

Wer ein Play starten will kann mir auch einfach eine Pn schreiben oder per wire kontaktieren dark-angel

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