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Aang, Psychology, and the Concept of “Running Away” (A Breakdown Of Aang's Trauma Responses)
So, one thing that always kind of threw me off about atla was Aang's ignoration and dismissiveness of the things that have happened to him and continue to happen to him. He never seemed to have any kind of trauma response (besides nightmares).
Recently I've realized that the ignoration is Aang's trauma response, and it runs pretty fucking deep. Aang shows a lot of trauma responses but they are not as noticeable because Aang is also ridiculously good at emotional regulation, to a toxic point imo, and probably due to his upbringing by monks.
Aang, as is pretty well covered by the show, has a problem with trying to 'run away’ from his problems. This steadily stops happening as much throughout Book 2 (though he is learning in Book 1), but what's interesting is, while his tendency to physically run away from problems ends, his tendency to emotionally run away increases.
We go from Book 1 in which Aang confides in Katara about the separation from the monks, to Book 2 in which Aang literally actively rejects attempts at comfort in favor of an emotional shut down, to Book 3 where, after the failed invasion, Aang immediately tries just about anything he can to avoid talking about it.
He's not necessarily 'running away’. He still owns up to his duty and is right on the ball when Zuko shows up to teach firebending. It is not the work he shies from, it is specifically talking about the failure. This is Aang's main trauma response. Before I delve deeper into that though, I want to talk about Aang's other trauma responses that get bypassed thanks to his ability to ignore them.
Quoting ‘What is Child Traumatic Stress’, “Traumatic reactions can include a variety of responses, including intense and ongoing emotional upset, depressive symptoms, anxiety, behavioral changes, difficulties with attention, academic difficulties, nightmares, physical symptoms such as difficulty sleeping and eating, and aches and pains, among others.”
Aang shows almost all of these at one point or another, and typically they show themselves when he finds himself incapable of mentally 'running away.’
Intense and Ongoing Emotional Upset:
I'm mostly eyeing the avatar state episodes. His immediate reaction to traumatic events he is helpless to is explosive anger, but it fails to be ongoing because it is immediately followed by a shut down.
- Aang on Zuko's boat. In this episode, while fighting with Zuko, Aang shows some pretty intense fear and his first (technically second) experience with the Avatar state is for survival and driven by fear (also, notably, a repeat experience of the same thing that caused the actual first experience). Yet, as soon as Aang is off of Zuko's boat, he's melancholy for a hot second and then turns on a dime and starts talking about the adventures they can go on. Avatar State -> Shut Down/dismissing or ignoring the problem.
- Aang at the Southern Air Temple. He starts off in deep obvious denial, like this kid is so obviously blocking. Then he sees Gyatso's body, goes into a rage and grief induced Avatar state, gets pulled out, can no longer use denial as his mental defense, and so once again turns to shut down. He's expressionless as he comes down, and when he's fully out he's just kind of tired and speaks with a soft almost toneless quality. He's admitting to the trauma and yet there's a numb resignation to it. He's not emotionally connecting with it. We see him after with Momo and Appa smiling and just being like “we gotta stick together :)”. That's not the appropriate response to admitting there's only three survivors of your home. Avatar State -> Shut down/dismissal
- Aang and General Fong. Aang experiences an extremely distressing and helpless situation while he watches Katara, one of two whole people in his life, be buried. He goes into a rage induced Avatar state, again, and then literally 'nope's out of the situation with help from Roku. And when he comes back, he shuts down. He doesn't react emotionally, he once again speaks in that soft, even, almost dead tone, apologizes, and dismisses the event. I mean, the way he addresses General Fong, the person who just caused this whole thing, is extremely chill, almost uncharacteristic. Just a simple, “you're out of your mind” with a tone that could make you think he was having a casual conversation with someone who just suggested eating cereal out of a cup. And then he's good! Momo comes back and he smiles and everything is all good again. Avatar State -> Shut down/dismissal.
- Then we have the desert, one of the few times Aang does not shut down immediately, but then it culminates in the Avatar State and he stays like that for a bit but once he comes down, his faces changes again, to what is almost resignation, like he's given up on being mad, which really, he has as we see later. And then the next episode and he's playing in some water, but as soon as Sokka brings up Appa, we see the face and tone that's now kind of familiar: soft, dead, dismissive. He's once again refusing to emotionally connect and is downplaying it. Avatar State -> shut down/dismissal.
Depressive Symptoms/Anxiety:
He shows fits of both, though these aren't as evident because, again, most of the time he's in an emotional block and ignoring the problems. But when he cannot ignore the absence of his lifelong companion, he has a long period of anger followed by a numb depressive state, he literally talks about giving up hope. He is entirely hopeless at this point.
And then when he cannot ignore the Day of Black Sun coming in a few days, his anxiety goes through the fucking roof.
However, these don't last long and that'll connect to me talking about emotional regulation later.
Behavioral Changes:
Aang changes A Lot over the course of the series. Book 1 Aang is very distinct from Book 3 Aang (though we still see the core traits of him throughout). He becomes more hyper focused on doing his duty, tends to fall to the background when he can, generally takes on a much more somber demeanor.
Difficulties With Attention:
This one's not really huge. He has about the same amount of attention focus in Book 3 as he does Book 1, if not improvement.
Nightmares:
I don't think I have to explain this. Aang goes through multiple fits of nightmares.
Difficulties Sleeping or Eating:
Once again, I look to Nightmares and Daydreams, one of the few times Aang is unable to shut down or block. He cannot sleep for the life of him. I have plans to go back and pay attention to eating habits in Book 3 in order to potentially add onto this joke meta, but I would not be surprised if there were signs of a lowered appetite, even if the writers did not intend it.
Aches and Pains:
He doesn't ever complain about this but also like, would he? Even if he was experiencing them? Kid tried to fight people and fly through a storm while newly recovering from a lightning injury. Aang gives no shits.
Then the article also covers childhood PTSD diagnoses which I'd also like to go over real quick. “the child continues to re-experience the event through nightmares, flashbacks, or other symptoms for more than a month after the original experience; the child has what we call avoidance or numbing symptoms—he or she won’t think about the event, has memory lapses, or maybe feels numb in connection with the events—and the child has feelings of arousal, such as increased irritability, difficulty sleeping, or others.”
Most of these I just covered, but I think it's notable that numbness is also mentioned here, the exact symptoms I've been talking about. Avoidant, won't think about it, numb in connection.
And just to be sure that everyone is on board let me go through some other examples of Aang shutting down:
Katara brings up the 100 years and Aang immediately blocks that shit. It's literally too big for him to conceptualize, so he dismisses it as okay because he has a new friend now and moves on and doesn't think about it.
The Northern Air Temple. I think most people agree that the lesson in that episode was wrong. Aang had every right to be angry. There's nothing okay about taking over and destroying 100 year old artifacts of a nearly extinct culture. We see Aang react to this with a numbness. There's even a moment where he's just frozen and uncomprehending. “This place is unbelievable.” “Yeah. It's great isn't it?” “No, just unbelievable.” He reacts with anger later (notably when he feels like he can do something instead of being helpless), and then when he can no longer do anything, he once again just rejects any negative emotional turmoil in favor of that “it's fine” attitude and accepts what the people have done.
Then the desert, one of the few places we don't see him shut down immediately. Except, literally the next episode is all about Aang's hardest shut down yet.
There are other examples but I think you get the point. He does this A Lot.
Okay cool, so we've covered the denial and trauma responses part, but how does emotional regulation play into this?
I'm glad you asked.
So, when I was first considering Aang and this whole thing, I thought Aang exhibited emotional dysregulation, especially in regards to the Avatar State, but then I actually did some learning on emotional dysregulation and realized, actually, no, he doesn't. Emotional dysregulation is mostly characterized by emotional responses being out of proportion with the event, but I think we can all agree, pm every time he goes into the Avatar State, that emotional response is uh, rather warranted. Now, Aang does, in these moments, show the lack of control that can come with emotional dysregulation, but also like, who wouldn't.
Considering Aang's behavior outside of the Avatar State Outbursts, he's actually very good at emotional regulation. Scary good, in fact. Number One in the reasons I say this is everything I said above. The ability to shut down is often an active choice. Aang does not like who he is when he is upset and, outside the initial outburst, has a pretty firm grip on his emotions. He shows anger at times, but they are in appropriate places with more or less appropriate responses.
The Desert stands out so much because Aang loses the control he normally has. This is where we see him lose his grip on himself and he spirals.
He rarely shows grief. During his lessons with the Guru he passes all the chakras with amazing ease because he legitimately is that good at controlling and managing emotions which, like I said at the very beginning, I attribute a lot of that to him being raised by monks. I mean, he's a 12 yr old who is skilled in meditation. I don't think it's a stretch to think the monks taught him other such things.
He doesn't react to small things that would normally piss people off. Examples include The Headband when he gives absolutely zero shits about the bully, and The Southern Raiders where he accepts Katara trying to steal Appa and doesn't react to Zuko mocking him and his culture.
Aang also, paradoxically, can be pretty good at expressing emotions when he needs to. He's typically very emotionally intelligent, with the exception being pretty much any trauma. He will react to basic things in the moment and is unafraid to show frustration or anger or uncertainty, as long as it's Not connected to a thing he is distinctly Not thinking about.
And one of the most damning examples of his emotional regulation skill, that is actually the scene that started me thinking about all of this, is the scene with Koh the Face Stealer.
That scene threw me off so much because I felt like it was incredibly out of character for Aang, this incredibly expressive kid, to be able to show no emotional reaction. It didn't make sense and for a long time I dismissed it as just, the writers thought it'd be cool so he did it. But of course, I can't let things lay, so I never really stopped thinking about it until I realized, in context of everything I've talked about before, it actually makes perfect sense.
Aang is emotionally expressive by choice. He has the ability to control his emotions and responses to a ridiculous degree. He knows how to be emotionally intelligent with basic things, where to express emotion and how to do it.
(Of course, he's not perfect. There are plenty of times he acts out, the Bato episode being the first thing to come to mind, but even there, after just a few hours, he has wrestled with his jealousy and responds appropriately to guilt, he owns up to it. He does try to explain himself but when Sokka makes it clear he's not going to listen, Aang does not continue to press the point. He accepts Sokka's decision, does not lash out, and for once doesn't shut down or exhibit happiness soon after. He is sad and expresses it without shoving his emotions onto others. For a 12 yr old, this is fucking impressive.)
Aang was taught well by the monks, but the one thing they couldn't teach him was response to trauma, and that's where he falters, but that emotional regulation means he's not going to respond in a typical way. Instead, he turns to denial as his coping mechanism of choice and uses those skills he learned to achieve a workable state of being but through unhealthy use.
Where am I going with this? Idk. Nowhere really, I just wanted to talk about Aang and psychology tbqh.
Anyway, I will finish this up by a fun delve into Things He's Probably Going To End Up Suffering From:
Denial can lead to memory blocking, where it's more than just not thinking about it, the brain actively suppresses and alters memory to cope. Adult Aang's recollection of the Ozai year is probably not going to be super accurate. Would not be surprised if someone was like “hey remember that time you were almost executed by a town for your past live’s mistakes?” and Aang just went “No???” and legit has no recollection of any such thing.
Selective numbing will eventually turn into collective numbing. You can selectively numb for a temporary period of time (which is how people fall into the trap) but eventually your brain will start to numb everything, not just the bad things. At the very least teenage Aang absolutely goes through a period of dissociative complete numbness.
Speaking of dissociation, if you're not going to react to trauma the normal way, dissociation happens. It starts as a coping mechanism but like with numbing, it cannot remain controlled and will develop into something. Aang will have a dissociative disorder, I'm telling you. Which one? Idk, but I assure you, it'll be there. I'm leaning toward some basic depersonalization/derealization and/or OSDD type four where trauma and meditation accidentally mix for the worse.
So yeah, there you go, a breakdown of Aang, his trauma responses, his emotional intelligence, and the consequences of those two things put together.
I'm gonna be a nerd here and add shitty citations but this is mostly in case you're also a psych geek and want to read things.
“What Are the Dissociative Disorders”. International Society for the Study of Trauma and Dissociation.
“Developmental trauma: Conceptual framework, associated risks and comorbidities, and evaluation and treatment”. National Library of Medicine.
“What is Child Traumatic Stress”. The National Child Traumatic Stress Network.
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"hey HEY what do you have in your mouth!!! sit SIT. SPIT IT OUT GIVE IT—" but instead of talking to a dog it's me about my parents using the word overstimulated as nothing but another way to make fun of our anxious traumatized dog for doing things they find inconvenient or unreasonable or illogical (and, by extension, everyone who uses the term for legitimate reasons). (WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM!!!!!!!!!! AND ALSO WHERE THE FUCK DID THEY HEAR IT BECAUSE I DON'T USE IT AROUND THEM On Purpose BECAUSE I KNOW THEY'D BE ANNOYING ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
#cannot stress enough that they are ill informed. they do not know what they're talking about and would not accept it if i told them#they're not accomodating to sensory needs and do not fucking know the context of capital o Overstimulation in regards to like. ppl with#sensory difficulties. like. c'mon man. if i told you i was overstimulated you'd tell me it wasn't that bad and i should just sit still and#shut up. but suddenly it's fine when you're making jokes about??? completely unrelated things??? i mean. dogs can probably be#overstimulated. i think everyone can in kind of a general sense. but they act like her getting up from the couch or smth is some frantic#strange action. they're super fucking weird about her actually they'll like. tease(?) her about how needy and pathetic and unloved she is#and how 'traumatized' she is and how that makes her act in ways that bother them in kind of an eye roll-y way which like.#SHE *IS* TRAUMATIZED. WE'VE ESTABLISHED THAT SHE HAS REASON TO ACT LIKE THIS#like 'haha she's soooo afraid we'll abandon her she's so ridiculous' what like how she was ditched as a puppy and lived on the streets for#like a year? you don't think that could've affected her at all#fucking psych major bullshit ass. 'formative experiences actually don't affect you lol' go fuck yourself#im not saying you can't tease your pets but they're treating her like her anxiety and even basic affection seeking is some huge burden#when it's absolutely not. they just want to be mean to her because they don't want her to act that way and don't care about how she feels#because they think they know better and she has no immediate reason to feel that way. god i wonder if THAT has any relevance to how they#raised their children. christ on a cracker man what the fuck#how to create an environment where your children feel safe expressing their problems (a goal they supposedly have):#1) not whatever this shit is. what the fuck is wrong with you#look maybe it doesn't sound that bad but it's been going on for years and it's been pissing me off for years. they're so cruel and for what#it's such a double standard. our other (male) dog seeks affection about as often and they don't ever make fun of him for it#and they've gotten more and more entitled about her showing affection. like it's commanded now. it's gross to me okay i don't like it#she's a sweet and kind and loving girl and i don't get why they feel the need to act like her wanting their love is so horrible when they#literally want that from her and scold her when she doesn't do it#this general attitude that ppl are over exaggerating their trauma or their feelings or their needs/wants/boundaries is so pervasive w them#that complete disregard for/invalidation of how others feel if you can't personally relate to or understand it. the mockery and cruelty#they wouldn't do it if she could understand them. i think they just like having that power over smth small that loves them#so *i* have to be like 'ohhh i love u ur so good!! im so happy ur here' to her to balance it and then thats also seen as ridiculous. wtf#skrunks' parents be considerate and introspective to ppl without risk of rejection if unkind & also don't be ableist challenge (impossible)#they will call low/no empathy ppl frightening monsters and then do this shit. empathy is not necessary for kindness and frankly if that's#your only reason to care about the wellbeing of others i think that's worse. bitch IM low empathy. at least i give a shit#im so glad my mom didnt puruse psychology after her bachelor's she woulda hurt so many people. or maybe she'd be better idk. fucks sake
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oh yeah, i love the always sunny book! my favourite parts are the insane cringe-inducing mischaracterization present in every single one of the "audio transcription" sections, the prioritization of shocking, edgy, gross-out humour over actual funny jokes... and you know, i gotta give props to the admirable work of reducing characters to one singular bit, especially charlie's cheese thing, which, while funny in small doses, is absolutely HYSTERICAL when talked about nonstop over several hundred pages. also love the implication that charlie regularly disposes of corpses for the gang. and the addition of slurs in a book that came out in 2015, long after the show dropped their usage, is also really cool.
but at least dennis
#the stuff written by frank was honestly hard to read at times#theres a part where the editor chimes in and insults charlie's voice which is like. man.#its wild bc half the book was kind of funny and half felt like it was written by an edgy teenager#unless i was completely misreading the implication. charlie got hard talking about cheese. and ate literal shit.#THERES JUST A CERTAIN POINT YOU NEED TO STOP#the gang being outrageous is nothing new but it didnt feel like them half the time ykwim#especially when half of it actively goes against canon#its little things like mac saying that he's made 'fours of people' throw up and that they called him crazy#but in mac & den break up the only one who argues w the idea that apple skin isnt poisonous is dee#charlie frank and dennis not only go along with it but den & frank appreciate him looking out for them#JUST. LITTLE THINGS.#like. ur telling me dennis doesnt remember maureens name??? and its not a bit?? he specifically brought her up by name in MFGM#and if this is meant to be during s9 or 10 he still regularly sees her and pays alimony#i would trust any fanfic author over whoever wrote this book im ngl#fanfic authors wouldn't forget that dee majored in psych and dennis minored in psych#also like. this also happens to be a critique of mine with the later seasons of the show as well#but when theyre TOO unbelievably cartoonishly criminal it takes me out of it#i may not like it. but i can believe that dennis 'accidentally' killed maureen. one body... sure.#but implying that all of them regularly kill people and get away with it... nah man. i dont buy it
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i'm taking two (2) psych courses this semester so i am about to be Annoying
#i think health psych is probably gonna be a bit of a drag but! social personality development... :)))))#brains are so fuckighn cool you guys#cant wait for the moral development and gender roles chapters im about to have OPINIONS#levi.txt#anyway schools going good can you tell im having the most horrifying adhd day my brain is full of bees#i also have 2 english!! one of which has 2 major projects that i think will be really fun#19th c new york commercial culture is wildly specific but i bet i can find great research for it#and shakespeare!! my man shakespeare cannot wait to read more of his shit
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finishing some human geography notes and thinking about eddie fucking himself into you as you lay on your back or tummy and he tells you to read the textbook or your notes out loud because he likes to hear your breath stop in between sentences. plus he gets to hear how smart u r. and then he finally just rolls over and tells u to shut ur big smart brain off and go dumb for once
i am a comm major with a psych minor for public relations but i love my history stuff!!! any of those subjects works for me 😖😵💫🐱✊
stink….im feeling things🥴
he’s got you on your tummy, a pillow folded under your chest so you can be comfortable as you read over your notes. his knees are pressed into the mattress on either side of your hips, warm fingertips pressed into the soft flesh of your hips and ass.
your cute little skirt is flipped up so your ass is on full display and eddie’s core twists with pleasure when he smooths his hands over your ass to spread your cheeks, groaning at the sight of your wet cunt gripping his cock with every slow thrust he gives you.
he’s hardly paying attention to what you’re saying now— he was at first, but now he’s too close to cumming, and when eddie’s close to cumming his brain is shot to shit.
it’s your hitching breath that causes him to snap out of the daze your pretty cunt has put him in.
he presses in deep, cock twitching at the sound of your small whine as you stumble over your words. he squeezes his eyes shut, gathering the little strength he has to force himself to pull out, softly patting your hip as he strokes his wet cock once, “alright, smarty pants,” you whine as he spreads your sticky folds apart, “sit up i want you to ride me.” he breathlessly says, giving you a gentle pat to your cheek before shuffling over to sit against your headboard. fluffy pillows and the dizzying scent of your perfume surrounds him and he has to squeeze at his sensitive tip to reel himself in as you clumsily turn over.
you’re fucked out and dazed when you settle over eddie’s thighs, a tiny ghost of a pout taking over your lips, “but… i didn’t finish the chapter.” you point out. your eyes are so glossed over from arousal and pleasure that eddie coos as he reaches out to drag you over his cock, fingers digging into the fat of your hips as he helps you slide your cunt up and down the slippery length of his dick, his ruddy tip catching your clit every now and then, and eddie thinks your noises are the cutest thing each time it happens so he keeps doing it.
“we’ll finish later, baby. need you to cum on my cock right now, can you do that for me?” he presses your hair back and thumbs the warm skin below your eye and you hum with a nod of your head.
he hums in approval and nods down to where your your crotches meet, “sit on it, sweetheart, take me all the way down.”
he’s gently guiding your hips as you lift up to line him with your entrance, softly caressing the skin beneath your skirt as you sink down, taking him inch by inch until your clit is pressed flush against the coarse hair on his pelvis.
eddie thinks you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever set his eyes upon, and he can’t help it when he reaches up to push your flimsy cropped shirt up over the hills of your chest, palming at the soft and warm flesh of your tits and moaning when you wriggle against his hips.
“my baby’s so fuckin’ smart. gonna ace your exam, aren’t you, honey?” he coos. your teeth dig into your bottom lip as you nod, lifting your hips just to sink back down. he sighs, head resting against your soft pillows as he squeezes your hips. he curses before clearing his throat, “how about this,” he starts, “why don’t you shut off that pretty little smart brain of yours for a little while and let me make you feel good, yeah?”
god, you’ve never agreed to something so quickly in your life.
#I NEEEEEEDDDD HIM#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#eddie x reader#eddie munson smut#rachie’s moots 🫧#drabble
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to.you || Levi Ackerman
Synopsis: When your friend Eren invited you to come see the new band he joined play at a frat party, you didn’t realize you’d also be seeing your cold and dry project partner from your psych class singing love songs… much less singing them about you. Pairing: Levi Ackerman x gn!reader Content: College!AU, Guitarist!Levi, alcohol mentions, frat party mentions, no smut, I included scenes where Levi is soft (idc if its ooc, im the one writing it), I didn’t mention what major reader is, and no use of Y/N because I’d rather get eaten by a titan A/N: I was inspired after watching AOT middle school and listening to the song She’s the One by Monsta X and then Soft Spot by Keshi. Obsessed with the idea that Levi only knows how to express himself through songwriting.
the playlist → I have each song listed in the order it appears throughout the series, and I'll update as we go :)
send me an ask if you want to be tagged!
Chapters:
I. i wish that you and i lived in the sims ↳ (Sims; Lauv)
II. the song’s about to start (can you feel it?) ↳ (Buzz; Niki)
III. tell me your favorite love song ↳ (Completely; Jaehyun)
IV. 'til there was you ↳ ('Til There was You; Imaginary Future)
V. you know i got a soft spot for you ↳ (Soft Spot; Keshi)
#levi ackerman#levi aot#captain levi#levi attack on titan#levi ackerman fluff#levi ackerman x reader#snk levi#levi x reader#levi x you#attack on titan#aot#aot headcanons#aot x reader
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veneration (this faith's got me high)
pairing: sofia falcone/gigante x f!reader
summary: sofia isn't the same anymore- but you've waited too long for her to care.
warnings: uhh .. unnegotiated/dubcon, gun usage, slight bondage, passing out, im sure im missing stuff, not proofread, major abuse of italics sorry lmao
word count: 4.6K
A/N: this is the first part of what i PLAN to be a series, tho im not sure when the next part(s) will be out. i legitimately havent published a fic in over a decade so im sorry that its like. poorly structured LOL. not much smut in this one sorry yall. title from holy by zolita btw. also this was posted prematurely by accident cus it was still in my drafts but oh well
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You don't recognize the room you're in, but you feel no danger. All you feel is giddiness and bliss.
There's something warm next to you. Sofia.
Her red, pretty lips are moving, corners curled up slightly, but you can't hear her. You laugh despite the fact, because it feels right. The joy in your chest overwhelming.
She's closer, now. You're laughing hysterically, to the point of tears. It's getting hard to breathe.
Sofia cups your face. She looks scared, but you still can't hear what she's saying. You can't speak- all you can do is laugh and choke for air.
The room changes.
It's crowded.
You spot Sofia from across the galley.
Something in you tells you to run to her, as fast as you can, like you'll die if you don't. It's an all-consuming type of panic, the inability to breathe slowly creeping back.
You push past the crowd, but the more progress you make, the larger the room seems to grow.
The crowd parts, and you see her. She's leaving the room, hand in hand with her father. Her lips are parted in a scream that you still can't hear.
"Sofia!" You shriek, running as fast as you can now that the people have cleared a path.
You're inches away from Sofia and the grip her father has on her when you suddenly hear her voice loud and clear from behind you.
"She's not here anymore."
You bolt up from your bed, gasping for air and flailing under your blanket, desperately trying to wrestle it off.
It takes a minute to gather your bearings.
"Shit," you mutter to yourself, rubbing your eyes.
It shouldn't phase you. You can't remember a single night in the past ten goddamn years that you haven't woken up from a some sort of dream-turned nightmare about Sofia. But something about this one seemed to stick to you like summer heat, an uncomfortable, lingering sensation that seems to amplify the harder you try to ignore it.
"She's not here anymore."
It rings through your head like a catchy song as you stumble into the kitchen for a glass of water.
In the ten years since Sofia was taken from you, you haven't heard her voice even once. You weren't allowed visitation as a non-family member, and phone calls were prohibited for the same reason.
It was almost if the sanctions had carried over into your psyche, some form of cruel punishment that prevented you from hearing her even in your dreams.
At least you were able to see her at night.
You'd never grown used to the inevitable, debilitating dread that suffocated you each time you awoke, but you still looked forward to falling asleep each night, knowing it'd grant you a brief illusion of having Sofia by your side again.
"She's not here anymore."
You try not to think to hard about it, to instead appreciate the blessing of being graced with her voice, even if it was just subconscious. You tell yourself it's probably just a result of the weeks recent events; the flooding of Gotham city. The death of Carmine Falcone.
The impact of it all must have rattled you.
That's all.
But... you can't shake the nagging feeling that there was something more.
It's then that your phone rings on your bedside table. *BRRR*
You set your water cup down with a huff, shuffling your feet slowly towards your bedroom. You're in no rush to pick up. Who the fuck call at this time of night; and without warning?
In your experience, this meant one of two things: the call was your basic, run of the mill scam attempt, or a reporter who had found your number and was desperate for some kind of story. Not that you'd ever give them one, of course. Even when Sofia was still around, and your relationship was somewhat in the public eye, you never discussed anything with journalists of any kind.
After Sofia was sent to Arkham, the scrutiny on you had increased. You went from being the occasionally mentioned girlfriend of Carmine Falcone's daughter, to 'the woman who loved The Hangman.'
Generally, the public saw you as a pseudo-victim; someone who had been manipulated by The Hangman, paraded to maintain a false image, and used as a front to keep Sofia's cover. They didn't believe you when you claimed to have been with Sofia on three of the nights that those women were killed. "The poor girl- who knows what that woman subjected her to, to make her lie for her?"
The year following her arrest was the peak of your exposure. You were relentlessly assaulted with press whenever you went outside, and you had to change your cell phone number four times.
Everyone was dying for an inside scoop on what it was like to know The Hangman intimately.
By the second year, you were more comfortable leaving the house. You moved just outside of Gotham, and slowly, the pressure for statements and interviews died down the longer Sofia was away. You still get the occasional phone call, someone hoping that now that it's been 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 years, maybe you'd be willing to share your 'story.'
You'd hang up immediately every time, until you got to the point where you just stopped picking up.
*BRRRRR*
You approach your bedside table with every intention to hit the reject button, squinting at the brightness of your screen in the dark of your room.
That's when you see the caller ID.
*000*
You pause.
So far, every telemarketer, every scammer, reporter, and journalist, were listed as either Unknown Caller, or a string of numbers.
The only time you received calls with three digit numbers was when it was Alberto.
A part of you hesitates. Alberto does this, sometimes, though it's become more sparse over the years: he goes on a bender, gets too in his feelings, and calls from a nurner phone and leaves you a barrage of voice and text messages. It's always the same, with him going on coked-up rant about how he's going to get Sofia out one day and wrong everyone who wronged her.
Outside of that, though, Alberto never called. When Sofia was sent away, Alberto had begun simultaneously spiraling and attempting to survive and thrive in the Falcone family. Between the drugs and job, Alberto became a lot more isolated than he used to be. Any attempt on your part to reach out wasn't successful. He stopped responding from the number you'd had saved, keeping communication one-sided.
Still, every week, you texted him the same thing at the same time. Sunday, 9AM, an hour before you knew Sofia had visitation hours. Tell Sofia I love her, please.
You'd never get a response, but you never really expected to, either. You had no way of confirming if he was seeing your messages. The only way you knew Alberto still even thought of you or knew your number was with the increasingly infrequent, triple digit ID calls.
Either way, the occasional drug fueled messages always left you feeling even more depressed. Knowing Alberto was suffering just as much as you didn't bring any sort of comfort; it just reminded you of your own pain.
*BRRRRR*
Between the unease from your dream and timing of the call, though, every instinct in your body is telling you to pick up the phone.
Your hands tremble as you clumsily smash the answer button with your thumb, bringing the phone up to your ear.
"Hello?" You wait with baited breath as you hear Alberto on the other side of the line. "...'Berto?" There's nothing but silence for a moment.
Then, you hear him clear his throat. "I, uh-" There's a pause, and a sniff. "I'm gettin' her out, [Y/N]."
You're heart pounds almost painfully. "Y-you mean-"
"Yeah," Alberto confirms with a disbelieving laugh, as if he can't wrap his own head around it. "Yeah," he says again, more firmly this time, confirming everything you've wanted, pleaded, prayed for, for ten years. "She's comin' home."
The news breaks two days later.
Two days of silence from Alberto after he dropped that fucking bomb on you.
You aren't sure if you're in shock, or if it literally hasn't quite hit you yet. Maybe it's because, despite a part of you accepting you'd never see her again, you always had faith in your heart that she'd come back to you. That naive hope kept you alive for ten years.
You aren't sure what to do with yourself, now. You've grown so accustomed to just... existing. Holding hope, with nothing to really do with it. This sort of feels likes that, but with more anticipation knowing what's to come.
Except, it doesn't.
She comes home, yes. You watch the reports about it, read the headlines, hear the outcries. But you don't see her. You don't hear from her, or Alberto, and you're resigned to waiting for one of them to reach out.
After a few days, you grew impatient. The anxiety you'd felt from waiting around had turned into a sort of panic, an all consuming need to make any attempt to quell your nerves.
Why hadn't you heard anything? Had something gone wrong? Did they forget?
You'd gone to the Falcone residence. It was fucking packed with news casters, journalists, rioters and spectators. It had taken you a while to shove your way through the mob, and when you had, you were turned away like everyone else.
You went back the next day, and the next, and the results were the same.
And then, Alberto dies.
You think the shock will return, but all you can think is Sofia, Sofia, Sofia. Your Sofia. Your girl, who must be hurting so tremendously right now, who you can't cradle and comfort.
It seems your deep seeded need to be by Sofia's side reignites some of your more rational thinking, though, and you consider your options.
The crowds of cameras and protesters should disperse by the time the sun goes down, you'd assume, giving you more of a shot to see her.
So, you decide to return to the Falcone's late that evening, when the moon has settled and the stars are at their brightest.
Despite the time, it seems the family is well awake, as all the lights can be seen as you walk up the driveway. You hear voices, though you're too far away to tell if they're shouts from behind the walls, or conversations outside.
Soon, two of the guards notice you approaching. "Hey!" One hollars, hoisting up his gun as he stalks towards you. "What are you doin' here? You got business with Luca?"
You should probably be more concerned about the possibility of being shot by a paranoid guard, but your adrenaline is pumping too hard to care.
"Uh- no, I'm- I don't," you stutter. "I wanna see Sofia."
As the second guard approaches, you hear a soft chuckle. "Ah, yeah, I remember you," he drawls, before turning towards the other man. "Used to hang around Sofia," he explains to him, making the other relax his posture slightly.
"She's not available," the first one grunts, "probably won't be for a while."
Being turned down does little to deter you. "So she's here? Just, not available?" You ask hopefully. They don't get a chance to respond. "That's fine. I can wait."
You make a bold move to squeeze past them, speed walking over to the grand stair case in front of the house with purpose.
Behind you, the guards bicker. You don't hear what they say, outside of something about 'letting Ms. Falcone decide,' but based on the lack of pushback, you assume the one who remembered you was suggesting the other guard leave it be.
You're perfectly content to sit for as long as you need to. You've waited a decade for Sofia; you can wait a few hours- or even until the morning- to finally see her after all this time.
To your surprise, though, you only wait for about 45 minutes.
The front doors of the mansion swing open, and you hear the click of heels stomping down the steps.
"Fuckin' pricks," someone mutters, and you immediately recognize the voice.
Your heart leaps into your throat as you stand on shaky legs, and you can't turn around to face her fast enough. You almost lose you balance in the process, but catch yourself in time for Sofia to notice your presence.
She has a cigarette halfway to her lips as she stares at you, an unreadable expression on her face.
You blink.
She blinks.
"You're..." her voice sounds empty for a moment. Then she shakes her head a little, blinking hard a few times and huffing. "What are you doing here, [Y/N]?"
You open your mouth, but your brain is moving a mile a minute. Nothing comes out, and you just gape at her like a fish for a few moments. "Uhhhh..." you trail off dumbly, but you're too frozen to even feel stupid about it.
Sofia rolls her eyes. "Come on," she says as she resumes her walk past you, lighting up her cigarette as she does. "I'm not staying too far from here at the moment."
You practically trip over yourself in your rush to follow Sofia. It's a bit of a struggle to keep up with her pace, but you manage. The car is parked at the end of the driveway. A burly man is propped against the hood, and he moves around to the back door when he sees Sofia quickly approaching. He opens it for her with a quick acknowledgment as she slides in smoothly, and remains silent as you clumsily follow suit.
Sofia keeps her eyes fixed out the window as the man gets into the drivers seat. You can't help but stare at her, though, something akin to awe making it impossible to look away.
A few minutes into the drive, you see Sofia tentatively shift her eyes towards you. She looks on guard, as though unnerved by your eyes on her.
Still, she says nothing. Her gaze stays trained on the passing scenery for the remainder of the ride, like she's stubbornly making an effort to ignore your blatant staring.
Sofia hardly waits until the car is parked to unbuckle and hastily exist the vehicle once it's pulled in front of her building. You rush to get your door open, jogging a little to catch up to her.
You're paid no mind as Sofia struts inside and walks to the kitchen. It's almost like you're invisible, a silent, unseen witness.
Sofia moves around the kitchen with a practiced ease, retrieving a glass and wine bottle that she pops open, pouring a sizeable amount. She takes a long, long sip, her head tilting back until the contents of her glass are almost completely gone.
Then, she sighs, her shoulders relaxing a bit as she embraces the warmth of the alcohol.
Finally, she looks at you, indifference written all over her face. "You didn't give me an answer earlier," she states simply.
You take a small step forward. "Sofia..." You blink hard, suddenly overwhelmed with emotions.
Sofia is looking at you. You see her. You hear her.
You take another step, and another, until your knees buckle in front of her. "Sofia," it's an almost reverant sound that makes Sofia inhale sharply.
She's so close.
You wrap your arms around her legs as you kneel before her, nuzzling against her thighs.
"Sofia," you say again, just as softly.
You can breathe again. After ten long, dreadful years, you finally feel like the air in your lungs is pure and real.
Sofia freezes. She's unsure of how to process this.
You're here. In front of her- willingly.
It feels wrong; you bowing before her when you have no idea who she is anymore.
"Cut it out," she mutters, lightly pushing your head away and taking a small step back.
You remain on your knees, looking up at her with half lidded eyes.
The adoration in them makes Sofia uncomfortable.
"Get off the floor," Sofia says, her tone indescribable. "You aren't an animal." She turns to top off her wine glass, takes a sip, and leaves the room.
It takes you a minute to gather yourself, but you slowly move towards the direction she headed in. You find her in a room down the hall, an open, office-adjacent space. She's sitting on a loveseat in the center of the room, staring blankly ahead as she sips away.
You pause in the doorway to observe her for a minute, wondering if she's aware that you've followed. You decide to let your presence be known, taking a few confident steps forward.
Sofia doesn't look at you when she speaks.
"Whatever you're here for," she starts, "you won't find."
"No," you find yourself saying. "No, Sofia, I..." you trail off as you come closer. "I... I just want you."
Sofia's jaw clenches. "You don't know what that means anymore," she spits, before taking another sip of her wine, attempting to grow the irrational anger brewing inside her.
There's a certain, panicked heat that comes over you then, feeling unheard and misunderstood. "No, no," you say hastily. "No, Sofia, please," you drop in front of her again. "Please, Sofia. I don't care what that- what that means. All I care about is you."
Sofia scoffs, her temper getting the best of her. She grips your hair without thinking, pulling your head off her lap to look up at her. "You want me to show you what it means?" She hisses, eyes wide and manic. "Okay. Take your clothes off."
You're momentarily stunned, not expecting Sofia's request. "What? Ah-!" Sofia yanks your hair again, gritting her teeth as she speaks. "Take off your fucking clothes," she repeats.
Her tone sends you into motion, and you scramble to remove your top. Sofia settles back against the couch as she watches you undress for her, keeping her features schooled.
Once you're bare, you shift on your knees a bit, unsure of what to do. Being naked in front of Sofia certainly isn't new, but, it's also been ten years since you've last been intimate with her. You never anticipated it happening again like... this. Sofia never acted this way with you in the last. Usually, she undressed you herself, slowly and with kisses on each inch of skin she revealed. She had been teasing, sure, but never so stern.
It stirred something in you that you couldn't place your finger on. All you know is, you certainly aren't complaining.
So, you stay still, not wanting to do anything without instruction lest Sofia decide she's no longer willing to entertain you. You bask in Sofia's predatory gaze, letting her drink in your exposed body.
Soon, though, you start to squrim a bit. It's not cold, per say, but the air was just brisk enough on your bare skin that you couldn't ignore the slight chill.
You shiver a little, and Sofia smirks.
"You cold?" She asks knowingly. Sofia keeps her eyes on you as she reaches for her wine glass, standing as she does.
You tense a little as she begins to stalk closer to you, a small sneer on her face.
She's behind you, now, but you don't dare to move your head, not even when you hear the clink of her wine glass on the ground. Instead, you stay still and complacent as Sofia picks up your discarded shirt and begins to wrap it around your wrists. You moan inadvertently at the feeling of her skin on yours, but Sofia takes a deep breath. She ignores the sound, instead making quick work of restraining your hands behind your back.
When she's done, Sofia picks her glass back up as she towers over you. There's a dark, empty look in her eye that sends a chill down your spine.
Sofia, of course, notices this.
She smirks. "Is that it? You chilly, sweetheart?" Her voice is patronizing and full of faux concern.
You're not sure if she wants an answer or not, but aren't given a chance to respond either way, Sofia suddenly splashing the remenants of the wine from her glass onto you.
You flinch, and gasp loudly at the cold sensation. You're hands instinctively move to rub at eyes in an attempt to clear your vision, but you find yourself tugging fruitlessly at the shirt Sofia had binded your wrists. The wine soaking your face and dampening your hair ends trickles down your body, erupting goosebumps in it's wake.
You're still blinking heavily in an attempt to normalize your seeing when hear a breathy cackle. You feel her pinch your jaw, a strong grip on you as she licks a filthy stripe up your face, lapping up the spilt wine. She releases you, the sound of footsteps echoing through the room as Sofia struts past you and towards the desk by the window. You can't see what she's retrieving, your eyesight blurry and unfocused.
By the time Sofia circles back, you've mostly regainedy your vision. You don't have any time to visually process what she has in her hand, though, as she wastes no time in forcing the barrel of her handgun past your parted, panting lips, and into your mouth.
"It's a terrible feeling. Isn't it?" The gun presses a little harder, and you cringe at the feeling of rough metal pressing against your tongue. "Nothing left to hide behind," Sofia drawls, her voice is surprisingly even, though her words feel weighted.
You blink up at her with an unnerving lack of fear.
Sofia bares on with a tilt of her head. "The guards at Arkham stripped us bare every morning," she states, and your heart clenches at the thought. "It was humiliating," Sofia continues, a subtle anger brewing in her voice with each punctuated annunciation, "being turned into a thing."
Sofia shoves the gun hard enough to make you gag, and presses forward until you're bending backwards. Sofia straddles you, her grip on the gun directing your movements. She has you sprawled on your back, hands twisted painfully under you, pressed between your spine and the hardwood floor.
Sofia lowers her face, her wild eyes inches from yours. "You think," she growls, "that I'm still who you knew?" She smiles, though there's no joy in it. "That I'm not just a thing?"
Apparently, it wasn't a rhetorically question, as Sofia yanks the gun out of your mouth.
You sputter for a second, before rushing to respond, "no," you gasp. "I- I don't expect you to- to be the same, Sofia, I don't." Your voice cracks a bit, and you pray that your eyes convey your earnesty. "I don't care that you- you don't feel like yourself, Sofia, if you feel different, now. I love you. I love you. I love you, Sofia," you insist, your voice soft.
Sofia regards you for a long minute, and you wait with abated breath to see how she'd react.
For a moment, you think she's heard you. Really heard, and believed you- believed in your unconditional love and devotion for her. There's a hopeful, but guarded look in her eye, something akin to a skittish street cat assessing if it should trust the hand reaching out to pet it. But, just as quickly as it appeared, it's gone.
Sofia's features go hard again, and she moves her face away, straightening her back and kneeling over you.
"You don't get it," she says- simply, quietly, almost as if to herself.
You part your lips to protest, but Sofia is quicker, and slaps her hand over your mouth. "Don't," she warns.
Sofia hates it. The way you don't even struggle under her; the way you just take it, like you understand what this means.
Why don't you get it? Do you really not understand what kind of horrors she was exposed to? What they did to her; what they turned her into?
It pisses her off.
How dare you, how dare you, prance back into her life, expecting her to be untouched by the hell that was Arkham?
Do you think she's naive? That she'd truly believe, after all this time, you'd still want her? Want her for who she actually is now?
You don't even fucking know her anymore.
Fuck.
It infuriates her for so many reasons that she refuses to acknowledge right now.
Instead, she let's herself embrace the unbridled rage that's always threatening to erupt inside her.
"Alright!" She exclaims, a Cheshire Cat grin spreading across her face. "You love me?" She taunts. "You think you want me?"
She shoves herself off of you to pull her underwear down her legs. You're heart thuds as she slips off her fur coat and hikes up her dress. Sofia easily drops back down, straddling your face and gripping your hair with one hand. "Show me, then." With that, she lowers herself completely, smothering your face in her cunt.
Your primal instincts kick in, then, and you press forward, your tongue eagerly swiping through her folds.
Jesus fuck, you think somewhere in the back of your mind. Finally, finally, finally.
You hadn't realized how much you craved the taste of Sofia until this very moment. It feels like you're starving, like you haven't eaten in ten goddamn years, and Sofia is the first meal you've been granted.
Your ministrations are messy and desperate. You can hardly think straight, overwhelmed by the taste and scent and feel of Sofia. All you do is lick and suck and moan, embracing the pure bliss you feel. The rapidly decreasing supply of oxygen in your lungs is easy to ignore when you finally have the privilege of pleasuring Sofia again.
Sofia's eyebrows furrow. You won't struggle under her. You won't look up with panicked eyes, even as she deprives you of air, even as she suffocates you.
You don't get it.
Sofia narrows her eyes and her hips buck forward. It's almost violent, the way she fucks your face, riding harder and harder. She grunts softly, losing inhibition as she watches her slickness spread all over your face.
Still, you only whine as though you're the one being pleasured.
Why don't you fucking get it.
Sofia tightens her grip in your hair, pushing your face impossibly closer against her cunt as she feels her climax approaching. She's panting harshly through her noise, controlling the means threatening to spill out of her.
Just then, your eyes slugglishly blink open and lock with hers. It's clear that you're moments away from passing out, and Sofia can only stare down at the dazed look in your eyes.
Still, there's no fear there. There's nothing but adoration.
Your eyes roll back, and your eyelids flutter shut. Sofia's breath hitches as your body goes limp under her.
It's then that she cums, her body tensing and jerking. A ragged moan escapes her as she grinds and grinds against you, using your unconscious body to draw the waves of pleasure out.
Sofia slumps off of you, sitting by your side as she recovers from the exertion. She just sits for a while, until her breathing regulates, and she gathers the courage to look over at you.
You're still passed out, but the slight rise and fall of your chest tells Sofia you are, in fact, alive.
It doesn't do much to relieve Sofia- not when there's a sick, familiar feeling of dread forming in the pit of her stomach.
No.
Sofia squeezes her eyes shut.
This isn't supposed to matter.
This doesn't mean anything.
Sofia stands, and smooths out her dress. She can't afford to have regrets; to have... things that make her question herself.
That's not her anymore.
Sofia takes a deep breath.
She squares her shoulders, and doesn't spare you a second glance as she forces herself to leave the room.
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betcha thought u saw the last of me huh
been in a major writing slump for the past year, and now and conquering my writing slumo to hopefully get over all of my other ones so here u go this is inspired by a post a long time ago that i can’t find ab everyone falling back into old habits at the farm house and i can’t remember if it was april or casey who set them into shape but i needed an excuse to make it faggy
the farmhouse itself was nothing like the sewers. warm wooden walls, sunlit windows, and soft carpet were a very dramatic change from the damp, cold walls of the sewer, made colder by the presences within them.
it was a change, for sure, but raph couldn’t help but think it was a welcome one.
everyone could tell something had changed between them, between everyone. eggshells littered the floorboards during short, awkward conversations, before the occupants retreated back to their designated spaces.
some things lingered, though. what is it that people say—it takes twenty one days to form a habit? well, raph has been doing this for nineteen years, so beat that. he’s spent almost two decades walking on autopilot, not thinking twice about anything until it became a threat, picking up after everyone, cooking, cleaning. the list carried on.
and for the better part of two decades, his siblings had accepted that. some smart people online can say whatever they want, but a few weeks in the farmhouse can’t undo years of habit. but it was fine. it was fine if he spent a good few hours of his day cleaning up mikey’s paint. it was fine if donnie’s gadgets were scattered across the table. it was fine if leo left dishes in the sink from a meal he couldn’t be bothered to share.
it was fine.
raph was fine.
his brain woke him up early. it always did. he had to make breakfast and clean up the mess everyone probably made after he turned in for the night, and donnie probably hasn’t showered in awhile, so he needs to get on that and-
“you’re thinking too loud.” a voice grumbled from below him. that was odd. casey was never up this early. that was new. “quit it.”
“…sorry.” raph muttered, lifting his head from casey’s chest. that was relatively new too. he saw the way mikey looked at them, like he knew something they didn’t. he and casey were old friends, even if the bed thing was new. “i didn’t know you were up.”
“oh, im up alright. i’m up to make sure that you aren’t.”
…
“huh?” he asked, his eyes narrowing in confusion as he glanced up at casey’s face. his hair was tousled with sleep, leaving his eyes actually visible in the soft light of dawn. the warm sun hit the brown irises perfectly, casting them in honey.
“you heard me.” casey yawned, tossing a tan arm over his eyes. the long, thick strands of his uncut hair splayed across the pillow in tendrils. slithering out across the cotton to root their host into the mattress. “you’re sleeping in.”
…
that’s new too.
his mind screamed in protest. he didn’t do well with change; he never had. that was his routine—his new one. he woke up early, made breakfast, ate as much as his body would allow him, and then some, and then cleaned. leo would wake up next, take his fill, not clean his plate, and fuck off to god knows where. then mikey would emerge, and then donnie. april came down a few hours later, and then finally casey would wake up. it was never like this; he was never last.
some part of him, deep inside his psyche, begged for a break. sleeping in would be nice. he couldn’t think of a place he’d rather be than right here—casey’s arm wrapped around his shoulder, holding his head against the soft flesh of his stomach while absolutely shrouded in blankets. he hadn’t been this comfortable in years.
he was wasting time. dad never liked waiting for breakfast.
dad wasn’t here, and frankly, he could go fuck himself.
it took twenty-one days to form a habit. how long does it take to break one?
without a word, raph settled back into casey’s body and closed his eyes.
—:—
the next time he woke up, casey was still under him. the sun was higher in the sky, now painting the walls in golden rays as opposed to the vibrant pinks and blues of dawn. his friend's hand ran across the ridges of his shell, rendering him practically immobile. his limbs were loose with contentment, and his vision was hazy as he flicked his eyes around the room.
“mornin’. again.” casey grinned down at him, that gap-toothed smile wide, and pleased with his own poor joke. his fingers never stopped their soothing motions on his carapace, though, so raph decided to let it go.
his eyelids felt heavy as he forced them to stay open, blinking sleep away while flexing his body. every finger, every toe, arms, legs, and then finally his neck as he lifted his head from casey’s warmth.
“what time is it?” he asked, pushing his body up into a sitting position, much to his mind's dismay. everything in him was screaming to lay down again, to soak up casey’s warmth like the man was a rock in the sun. he may as well be with his body temperature.
casey helped him up, his big hands steady against his biceps as he manoeuvred raph into a sitting position in front of him. the sheets pooled around their waists as raph leaned his head against casey’s shoulder. the room was so cold now.
“c’mon.” raphs shoulder was prodded gently, and he raised his head to gaze into where casey’s eyes hid behind his hair. his voice was soft and low, like a vibration in the air.
maybe that could explain the tingling in his spine.
bare, tan feet hit the floor first, before his hand gently tugged the turtle off the mattress. still dazed with sleep, he stumbled, leaning into casey’s side to take the weight off of his unsteady legs. the stairs were the hardest to conquer, with all three of raphs fingers grasping casey’s wrist while they manoeuvred down the steps.
a muffled scolding sounded from the next room, and raph felt something inside of him freeze. it wasn’t dad splinter. splinter usually yelled, or even just spoke, but he never tried to make himself quieter. maybe the humiliation of everyone else knowing you were in trouble was part of the punishment.
“i swear to fucking god.” the voice spoke, tone controlled yet flaming. “i’m done watching him pick up after you guys. i love you, you’re my friends, but you need to get your shit together.”
his brain didn’t quite comprehend who was speaking until he heard the next voice.
“it’s not that big of a deal.” leo’s familiar tone punctured the air. raph refused to allow the sound to stab him like the knife it always was. “he’s done it forever! i’m sure he’s used to it by now!”
“that doesn’t mean it’s fine, leo!”
“april, w-we’re all getting better…aren’t we? i mean, we clean up after ourselves decently...”
“no, the house is clean because raph is still cleaning up after you guys like he’s your mom!”
casey’s hand tightened a fraction on his shoulder, and he looked back down at him with a grin. “how about we go outside, yeah? it’s s’posed to be real nice out.”
before raph could complain or comply, he was already being led in the other direction, hearing the voices fade back out. he opened his mouth, and casey cut him off. “i know you’re hungry. i’ll getcha something. wait outside for me? ‘kay?”
and like that, he was gone. the door closed behind him as raph turned his eyes to the tree line, plush with vibrant leaves and dark soil. remnants of dew still clung to the blades of grass, shining brightly in the light of the sun.
the wood of the patio was warm against his feet, and he leaned his elbows to the railing, licking his eyes into the woods. his eyes were still heavy, and the place around his neck where casey’s arm previously lay left a pleasant scorch sinking into his skin. still, the voices from inside bounced in his skull. at least the yelling was familiar.
somethings never change.
thaNKK YOUUU !!! this was SO CUTE UGH. you get the first neglected art i've been able to make in a while
#nnstuff#nnart#ask#asks are sweethearts#neglected fic#teenage mutant neglected turtles#neglected art#tmnt raph#casey jones
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ok but we need to hear more about college dick now👀👀
hehe ask and u shall receive because ohhh myyy dick in college is such a messsssssss but like so pretty it’s almost unfair
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i love the idea of dick and a bunch of his friends getting a house together with the intent of being Normal for the first time in a while, which means being absolute menaces as most 20 smth yr old guys are
very much known for being a party house bordering a frat but all the guys r so nice that it’s rlly hard to think of them like that. it’s a space where he can let go, feel like himself and with the encouragement of his friends, dick puts the brakes on like relationship hunting and just has fun..
he’s been in pretty committed relationships since he was old enough to be and has always struggled with casual dating let alone sleeping with people he barely know. but when dick learns there r ppl out there looking for the same thing and not everyone wants to b the next future ex mr/mrs. grayson it makes it a lil easier to be his charming self with no bounds <33
and then he mets you and it’s the usual routine, flirting you to his bedroom which is in the basement—of course—well alllllmost doing so until you vanish out of his grasp for reasons dick cannot discern (you weren’t here for him silly)
and while he’s not like one of those oh i wanted to hit and couldn’t so im gonna chase you types, dick does have to reconcile with the fact your friends with roy and spend a lot of time at the house now
which also means he learns how cool you r and how goofy he feels for just tryna sleep with you
and despite his friends vouching for him you really only see (and have heard the numerous rumours) dick as a rich playboy and that’s not for you. plus he’s def a business or poli sci major……….but with a psych minor bc it feels the most practical despite how boring dick finds most of his classes
though when he realizes your both in a psych elective together he’s all toothy grins and obnoxious air which isn’t helping his case but of course he’s a decent student and when you mentioned hating statistics—you were stuck with the worse prof outta the two—dick jumped at the chance to help
you were sooooooo skeptical and even though agreed you kept brushing him off until dick just started helping you when you were over to hang out. he drops a textbook in your lap while sitting in roy’s bed or starts reviewing your notes and adding examples while your hanging out on the living room floor building lego sets with everyone else.
and dick did that a lot—sure it was his house and roy was his best friend along with all of his other housemates but dick never hesitated to insert himself into whatever you were doing when you came over. and it shouldn’t surprised you but everyone being so..unbothered by it had you confused. like maybe that’s how dick is but it spoke bounds to their closeness and was the First time you actually saw a little more to dick than just some campus hottie douchebag who threw parties to get laid
and while you weren’t about to tell dick that, you did start coming over with the intent of working on stats together. it usually meant dick having to re-lecture whatever your prof barely managed to explain and helping you with the page long equations needed for assignments
and dick keeps it as platonic as possible, on a mission to prove he’s not the person you think he is and not only because he wanted to be with you—well yeah he does—but because dick cares what you think about him. he knows his friends care about you and value what you have to say and he wants you to know it’s the same for him
and maaaybe you see that too but dick needs to suffer a little more
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bonus: you talk to dick abt ppl you’re interested in at some point (either genuinely or to mess with him) when he insists on always hanging out with you and roy. and while he gives advice with a smile, still trying to prove his capacity for mature, platonic relationships, dick screams into his pillow later that night when he goes over the convo again and again and agai—
bonus bonus: he’s probably on the school’s gymnastics team <3
#very loosely formatted as most things written in my notes r#dick grayson x reader#dick grayson imagine#nightwing imagine#nightwing x reader#dc x reader#dc imagine#writing
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OKAY, I HAVE A LOT TO SAY!!!
i know i haven't been active in updating or answering asks, sorry about that, but i just wanna tell you to wait just a biiiiiiit more!
i also have a lot of exciting things i wanna vent about so yeah hehe
tomorrow is monday and officially the start of my finals week!!! i have finals on monday, tuesday, and wednesday and after that, the semester is OVER for me!!!! however, for the remainder of the week, i have signed myself up for to stay at a spa resort as a sort of 'relaxation gift' to myself 💖 an update will most likely come after that
also!!!!
i was previously a psych major who's doing premed BUT I HAVE DECIDED TO PURSUE AN MD/PHD INSTEAD SO I CAN GET PAID TO DO MY PHD AND HAVE MY MED SCHOOL TUITION PAID OFF 🥰
so yes, my new plan is to graduate college to get my bachelors degree, get a master's degree, and then find an md/phd program. by the end of all of this, i should (hopefully) have 7 degrees (i currently have 3 rn lmao). that's more than anyone in my entire family has so you know what that means???!!!!
i can finally be the child that my asian parents brag about during family get-togethers 😂😂😂😂😂
ALSO WUTHERING WAVES IS COMING SOON ASHFGJHFVJHFV JIYAN, CALCHARO, SCAR, IM COMING FOR YOU
#I AM SO CLOSE TO THE END OF THE SEMESTER WOOHOO#AND THEN... I HAVE SUMMER SEMESTER...#BUT THATS ONLINE SO ITS OKAY WOOOHOOOOOOO 🥳
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clyde and tweek! gen dating headcanons!!
cws: none! just fluff
♡ CLYDE DONOVAN
Was nervous to ask you out but he acted like he wasn't, but his awareness for how to ask you out smoothly was lacking.
He'd ask you out in class, him sitting in front of you. During work time he'd spin around to ask about a certain homework question and if you could tutor him/help him with the answers.
"Y/n? Hey can you help me?" "Yeah, uh... with what?" "Oh just what we're working on.. does Friday after school work with you? We could grab coffee?" "Clyde why do you need help on an 'About Me' essay?" "🧍♂️" "Sure though, I'd love to go out with you."
He spends the rest of the class time with his head in his hands bro, he's so embarrassed. He's stoked you agreed though.
Always puts his your needs and wants above his
He might "complain" about it but he's not actually complaining, he always wants to make sure you're happy
Loves PDA, but like enough for people to obviously understand you're together, but it's not over the top. He doesn't want to constantly be kissing you or something, just constant skin contact
He LOVES talking about you. He sits at his lunch table with his friends and the first topic he brings up is you, how good you look, how smart you are, as long as it's about you, he's talking.
Sends you random memes and reaction pics that just work?? Like he has a picture for EVERYTHING. Constantly texts too, he wants you to know he's engaged in conversation. Would and will respond in 2 seconds to anything you say.
If he doesn't it's because he's actually busy, which happens when his sports season rolls around (I see him on the football team w/ Stan and maybe baseball?), however he makes sure to text you before and after training/work outs/etc.
Maybe? controversial? But he's a little spoon. He wants to be held. Loves it.
Likes kissing the top of your nose or your temple. Like before you enter class, he pulls you into him, quickly kisses your temple, and off he goes to his own class.
Won't accept you paying. He pays for everything, he has to. He feels terribly if you end up paying, and if it does happen, he buys you something to make up for it: jewelry, coffee, something you eyed at the store last week, shoes, etc. WHATEVER IT IS, he bought it to "pay you back".
One time he thought you were ignoring him and he sent you an apple cash/venmo of like 10 dollars and was like "babe what'd i do, im sorry :("
When you're hanging out with his friends, he wants you attached to him, not out of jealousy or because he doesn't trust the guys he just loves you so much and wants you around him.
Arms wrapped around your waist as you sit on his lap you feel me?
If you leave for the bathroom or to get a drink or something, you come back and he's sitting still, face down on the table pouting.
Doesn't know how to respond to rants or vents though, like at all. Honestly if you send him a long message about how terribly your day went he'd very briefly scan it and respond with a "nta, divorce" and you're like "CLYDE WHAT???"
Atp it might be better to just call him and tell him your complaints.
♡ TWEEK TWEAK
Doesn't know how to ask you out at all. Is overwhelmed by the possibility that it could go wrong and he ends up psyching himself out every time he's about to ask you out.
Honestly unless you ask out Tweek or some invisible force pushes you two together, you guys wouldn't start dating.
Getting his attention wasn't hard, he finds himself often taking loving glances at you through out school.
Once you ask him out he kind've.. freezes and then pinches himself. He's gotta prove this isn't the dream he's had for the past week. Once he knows it's not, he agrees, a blush taking over his whole face.
I know I keep writing these guys as not big fans of pda but I swear I only see a few of the sp guys as fans of pda 😭 (Like I only see Kenny, Butters, and Clyde as the major pda guys mb guys). Loves just holding hands though. Having his fingers intertwined with yours makes him smile.
He's often less stressed out around you, finds himself coming to you when he's anxious about something.
If he's anxious about something all he wants is to be heard, not being told solutions (this is canon but yk gotta still say it). There are times where a solution would be best and he understands then, but it annoys him if all you give him is "how" to fix the situation rather than just hearing him out
Maybe? controversial? I feel as if tweek texts pretty clearly. a few typos (but who doesn't have typos), but he doesn't have constant typos.
Loves using emojis though, he likes how he can express himself easily with them rather than using just words. Especially because there are times where he just doesn't understand how to express himself and he sees an emoji that works perfectly
Likes music sharing. He makes playlists that are just dedicated to you and he sends them to you.
He also likes calming songs (? idk think like the neighborhood, tv girl, lana del ray, cigarettes after sex, etc.)
Is another small spoon when cuddling. LOVES cuddling actually. He can fall asleep so easily with you in his arms and he's never felt more at peace than when you guys cuddle.
Also likes facing you when lying down next to you. His arm draped across your waist and his face against your chest bro, he's knocked out.
Doesn't like really public dates, occasionally wants the fun amusement park date, but if you're going to do public dates, he likes a simple atmosphere, like at an aquarium or a museum.
I feel like his love languages are quality time and words of affirmation.
Sometimes he gets in his head and believes you aren't actually with him because you love him and it's some sort of prank or scheme.
Please reassure him :(, all he needs is a constant "I love you" and he's doing better.
#clyde donovan#tweek tweak#tweek x reader#clyde donovan x reader#tweek tweak x reader#clyde donovan headcanons#tweek tweak headcanons#south park#south park x reader#south park headcanons#fluff
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Q AND A for our pinned post so people stop asking us these things
q. why do you use we/us? are there multiple mods?
a. no there is only one person who runs this account and it’s a person with did. we do not take quesrions. sometimes alters will post and do sign offs
q. why do you use i/me when talking about tfc heavy?
a. because i’m a cheavy fictive deal with it. look up what a fictive is yourself im tired of explaining
q. do you hate medic?
a. not even remotely, i actually love the character and the alter of him in our head quite a lot
q. you mention having a gi bill and talking with the va sometimes. are you in the military?
a. christ no. we’re a military dependent, which means we get the benifets of it without being in the military from our estranged family
q. why are you estranged from your family?
a. if you look at this blog long enough you’ll find out why
q. what’s the deal with your ex?
a. check the tag #the delilah situation and never talk to me about this, any asks will be deleted and i don’t take questions
q. i want details on x trauma
a. no
q. why do you have beef with x person? what’s the deal with you and x?
a. it most likely happened when we were 16-17 and even if it didn’t i don’t take negative questions regarding other people on this blog. i try to be positive. also, somehow this isn’t obvious i guess, don’t harass or even talk to people who you think i have beef with(i might not even know them stop assuming everything), and don’t tell me their every move. are you insane?
q. do you reaaaallly have did?
a. yes and we’re not faking and if you post us to any form of ableist cringe subreddit we will be taking legal action. find out if we’re joking
q. can you diagnose me with x?
a. we are not a medical professional and not taking psychology to become a therapist, we cannot diagnose any condition you may or may not have. we can give advice to the best of our ability but we don’t know you probably so
q. how should i use your pronouns?
a.
when referring to us as a collective, use they/it plural and call us the teufort dozen
eg:
they’re on their way to the store and they’re going to pick up wood to make themselves shelves for their apartment. the teufort dozen doesn’t care about security deposits because their rabbit already chewed up the carpet
when talking about me specifically, you can call me cheavy or tf2heritageposts and nothing else unless i’m friends with you, and use he/it NO THEY
eg:
cheavy really walks a lot, i’m surprised he doesn’t break his legs more. he really loves the bus
q. who do you main in tf2?
a. heavy and sometimes i play every other class except medic
q. this blog isn’t a heritage blog anymore
a. you’re an idiot and the queue has been going on since this blog has started. filter #not a heritage post dumbass
q. you should lose weight
a. i am actively trying to gain weight
q. what color is your hair
a. i don’t know
q. can i ask you questions specifically towards a specific alter?
a. yes you can! but please be aware that we’re not roleplaying and they can in fact get mad at you or decide not to respond to you
q. can i ask you about your source (memories)?
a. sure!
q. i am contacting you on behalf of someone else who you used to know
a. leave me alone
q. are you safe?
a. yes we’re very safe, we have many knives and we will kick a bitch
q. have you seen weird al’s albuquerque the movie
a. i watched it today for the 30th time as of writing
q. what’s your major?
a. currently getting my associates in general psych
q. are you aware you’re kind of stupid
a. yeah
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Reaching over the line (see what I did there)
Summary: Linette needs a groundbreaking interveiw to pass her psych class which she is very desperatly failing. Luckyl Reacher is here to lend a hand.
Warning: Age gap , penetration , pyschology, neither of them understand themeselves
Also this is only a chapter of the story the full fic is Wattpad @SaturdaysLattes
Smut under line
MDNI
The sun peaked through my dorms curtains the beams of sunlight hit the fluffy white rug of my small dorm. The whole place may be 19ft, since my dorm was a single I had a bathroom and a little portable stove and mini fridge. I normally dont eat when I wake up I just keep my minifiridge stalked with ICE caffine drinks the blueberry ones are my favorite but there are some rasberry ones in there. Its about 5:30 now I pulled an all nighter 3 days in a row so thats probaly why I woke so late. Which means I have about two hours before Reacher gets here for this interveiw.
I want my mind to drift anywhere but this interveiw. Fuck anxiety shakes the thought of this interveiw might kill me. Looking around the dorm is already pretty clean. The only thing the isnt clean is me and my thoughts about him.
I wish I could just throw my brain away when he's around or comes into my mind. The thoughts about him are henious sinful even. I feel guilt when I look at him, is my attraction to him even justfided is it because he is older. Is it representation of lack of something. God why did I need to be a fucking psychology major.
The mirror on the wall tells me I need to shower very desperately. Dark circles under my eyes portrays my lifestyle of the last three days. My hair even though its short it greasy and loosing volume. Sad to think the middle aged man I'm obbsesed with saw me in such gremlin like state. Turning the shower on I can feel water pour all over my body. How does Reacher live , where is here from? How many questions can I get away with asking him in this interveiw. Yeah theres the prompt Smothers handed out to us with questions like "How was your childhood" or "What do you fear the most" but I feel like asking him anything is so personal. He feels so personal to me and I dont even know him.
By now steams fooging up my glass if the waters not burning I just dont feel clean. I already know what I want to ask him.
"Do you have kids"
"Do you have a wife"
"Do you know its impossible for me to be around you and not feel like a whore"
I might have to refrain from that last one. Its insane it really is I have interveiwed tones of people for pyschology the words pour out of me in interveiws, yet im lucky if I dont freeze during this one. Inch by inch I can feel the water bringing me back to life from the past three days and just for one moment everything was right there was no smother no hot middle aged man who flusters me it was just the warmth. But you know what they say about moments their fleeting.
I fall agisnt the cold stone wall of my shower. It was perfect maybe Margrave isn't bad when this murder thing blows over I'll consider staying after college. Reaching for the shower handle, I turn off the shower.
The air when I step out of the shower is cold making me want to crawl back in and desperatley kling to heat. Luckily I keep the heater on all year around in the dorm but it never feels warm enough. Right now it should be about six right. So wheres my phone to prove that. Looking down at the counter its not there or on the top of the toilet so I must have left it on my bed.
Then there he was and there I was
Naked with only a towl on my head.
Most people would have left or coverd their eyes maybe turned around. Reachers face was red. His eyes just went to my face. Then lower and lower. There was water running down my body left over from the show. A moisture emerged between my legs. I didn't even hear him come him he didn't make a peep. "Im sorry, I thought you would come out in clothes or something!" He turned away from me towards a wall. Before he did I notice the throbbing bulge in his pants he was definatley blessed so to speak. While still be turned around he moved his hands over his crotch most likely to hide the massive boner.
Was he attracted to me I mean yeah put any naked girl in front of a man and he'll get hard but he was babying me last night treating me like I couldn't care for myself. So I may have just changed this whole perception of myself.
Of course hiding a boner doesn't help when a 6'6 man is wearing grey sweatpants and white shirt. "Umm could you go to the hall for a second, your standing right in front of my bra and underwear drawer."
By now my face is porbaly also red. My nipples perked up from the air, I have no idea how much he saw, it was only for a secound but I felt like the whole of me was exposed now. There was no point putting clothes on he just saw the most intimate part of me. "Yeah I'll be out in the hallway." He utterd before slyly shutting the door so no one out there would see me.
What in the world do I wear now. I dont really have time to plan an outfit. Why in the fuck did he show up so early also. Its 6 'o clock I should have another hour and 30 minuites left. No matter how many clothes I sift through I feel like nothing will suffice for the fact that this man saw me bear ass naked. So its a free for all I guess.
I reach for black lace underwear and mesh up bra. Camo yoga pants and a new york dark blue crew neck. No bother trying I guess. I'm sure he will understand the lack of a cute outfit. I make my way torwards the door. Thats when it occurs to me whats on the actual list of questions. The top of list Smothers gave us is fine light stuff even its the bottom that scares me.
See in psychology we belive that what attracts you to a person says more about you. For example if a man likes blondes and only dates them theres a chance he belives sterotypes more than the rest of the population. This works for anyone with a fetish or something along thoes lines.
But getting him to admit something like that to me is going to be challenge, like I said though he did already approve the list I might throw a few in myself if I'm feeling bolder.
I poke my head out the door. "Its ready now if you still want to do this." All I hear behind me is movment from him then the door closing behind me. "Again" he starts "I'm sorry, I showed up early because I just wanted to get it out of the way best way to handle things that make your nervous."
I left out a soft giggle. "Aww this makes big Reacher nerovous." It then occurs to me that making fun of this man who three times the size of the average person isn't a good idea. "Thoes aren't lightweight questions."
I turn to meet his eyes. Still that ligth crimson blue they were last time. "I know, thats why I ask them, and to be honest" I pull a chair out and sit down and offer him the one infront of me "I need someone who has a handle on their damage and at the same time I can unraval."
A chuckle leaves him. "Your not going to unreaval anything here." He sounds so sure thats normally a good sign I'm going to suceed. "Thats for me to decide not you Reacher."
"Like when you cant decide when to stop drinking caffeine and as for that list of questions I dont even awnser thoes when I'm blackout drunk."
I dont blame him for being afraid to answer most would be. Hell he's seen me naked and now he is telling me about childhood tramua. We might as well be a couple.
God do I love a good puzzle of a man. "Good thing your painfully sober Reacher or should I say Jack."
His breath changes. "How do you know my first name?"
"Its public knowlege now on the police record."
"Anyway Jack lets start. Where and how were you raised."
Time passed during our interveiw. The things I learned about him during that time explained everything the protective nature , how he knew I was watching him it even partly explained his lifestyle. I had a seperate paper for the assigment other than the tape recorder I just set out so it could seem more causal it gets people to spill more anyway.
Apparently Reacher was rasied on a Military base well multiple Military bases and later joined the military himself and did tours in Iraq. I was 5 years old when that war ended. Looking ta him for a moment I relaize how different he was than I am. I felt domestic in his prescnece this man has seen the worst of the worst. He's unlike anyone I have ever interveiw so his anwsers are by nature going to be better. I look down at my paper it has follow up notes with psychology terms all over it and certain sentences he says that I belive mean something.
"When this is over can I see the paper?" I look down this is a very alarming paper looking at it now its like a diagnosis and conspiracy theories of everything that I percive to be wrong with him. Its like handing someone on big insult.
"Do you wanna see the paper Reacher, its not a nice paper."
"Well this interveiws about me so I'm sure its not."
"Tell you what when this is over you can have the orgianl copy."
"On to my next question, now I dont belive you have the ablity to be one but what do you think makes a serial killer Mr.Reacher?"
His face is blank he knew this question was coming I just dont think he thought I was ballsy enough to ask it.
"I guess someone with a motive to kill and a lack of remorse for what they do." His face was darker now he showed multiple signs of being in deeper thought. "No I dont think I have the ability to be a serial killer Linette, I already know what your about to ask. Things still keep me up at night to this day and I most definaltey have guilt."
A smile makes it way onto my lips "Well that takes away questions 23 and 24 I guess."
"Why do you do this?" he says. "Your sitting in your dorm room with a man you chased down to suceed when you know the odds are stacked agisnt you, I looked into Dr.Smothers he has done this to other female students."
I take my glasses off and set them on the desk. "Well Reacher from what you told me you have hunted many people down and the odds are always agisnt you, so you tell me why do I do this."
There it was agian that tenison from yesterday in the diner. It felt more serious than him putting his hand on my shoulder no I knew who I was sitting in front of now and I think he was getting nervous because he knew that to.
"Ok next question, something we learned in class that a what a man is attracted to in a women wether thats her looks or personality it says a lot. It also means something how he pursues her."
He shifts in his seat whcich tells me I'm getting closer to what I need. "First my military tramua now I'm talking about my love life." I look down at the paper pretending not to the notice the reason Mr. Jack Reacher had to cross his legs. One very big reason, the same reason I have to the tensions simply that strong. Not to mention the little naked scene earlier didn't help.
The sun is gone now the sky is painted black and all thats on in my small dorm is my salt lamp and thoes little sunset lamp things you see all over TikTok. This was no mood for a professional interveiw. In a normal setting we would be at a real desk not my small table off of a amazon. There would be brighter lights we would be in better clothing and there definalty wouldn't be a lavender diffuser on the table.
Because of how comforting my enviorment is he probaly feels right at home. This is nothing like an investigation. Watching him shift in his seat trying to move the his so called "probelm" around so its not noticeable. Theres prominat veins on the side of his neck. I have cracked him but not in the way I wanted to. It doesn't work when your also attracted to the interveiwee. I have my legs in a criss cross now. I have tried to put on a relaxed front as long as possible. We both know how eachother feels that whats making this so hard.
"I guess tell me why you pursue the women you do".
"Their drive I guess, the ablity to see things through no matter what happens. Like hunters." Like hunters he added that on pourpose. When people use sentances like that it indicates the thought that they might feel targeted or in turn are trying to target you. That definatley didn't help the wetness growing in between my thighs. That fucker he did that shit on pourpose. "Well that expailns all the loose ends you have for a love life Reacher."
"Excuse me" He's undressing me with his eyes now. Whats worse is he doesn't need to imagine he already knows what there. I needed to say anything to de buff this situation so we dont end up rolling on my bed. Not that I dont want to that would be lovely. But it doesn't look good when your aiming to be a professional psychologist.
I shift my foucus back to the present moment. "Well you adimited earlier that you dont stay places for long am I too asume that you mantian celibacy."
"You think I just sleep with women thats ins-"
"Yes" I cut him off.
"I can see that there is no signs that women comforts you regulary just yourself."
"I dont really have time to do that what my job Linette."
"Self proclaimed job but I dont think you can handle solid commitment."
"Are you gonna tie me up and throw tomatoes at me next?"
"I'll let the rest of the town do that."
"Do you always show this much respect to the people you interveiw or this just for me."
The wetness isn't going away. The cat and mouse game is making it worse. For christ sakes does this man know what he is doing. For all I know he could be luring me in. All the task is now is finish the interveiw and keep my clothes on(which I already failed) and dont end up on top of him.
"How about I grab your water or tea. Take a break look over the list of questions again."
"That fine I'll have tea" He says, I walk behind him to my very tiny kitchen all I really is Lipton packets and sugar and a kettle my neighbor from the bronx gave me when I lived in New York her name was Frances she had a british accent she was quiet sweet.
I simply set the pot on the stove and left the tea bag in there just like she taught me. One of the worst things about Reacher is I cant hear his movements the bastards as queit as a mouse even though he is the size of a damn race horse.
I feel something poking at the curve of my ass though. I could see his hands on both sides of the counter and I could feel the heat from his body on my back. "Did you do it on pourpose, inviting me here is there something else you want?"
His hands travled from the counter down to my hips pulling me closer to his member. I can feel everything through thoes grey sweatpants he had two veins that run down his member and whats even worse is the tip its pointed directly at my entrance with a feeling big enough to rip me apart. The pressure from his hands grabbing on my hips were almost lifting me off the ground. "Tell me you want something from me Linette and not that this is just and interveiw please pretty girl"
His breathe in my ear isn't making this any better. I can feel the redness on my face growing. The wetness now is horrible I cant think anymore. I try to push my hips back to relive it, trying to push his shaft further into my walls. A moan escapes my lips and I cup my mouth. Reacher lets out a chuckle. "Baby your gonna hurt yourself. Let me." He grabs my hand from my mouth "its ok dont worry about being loud."
"These need to come off though, I wanna see that ass again. It was perfect the first time I saw it."
His calloused hands moved under my crewneck to the top of my leggings. His hands god his fucking hands. So rough so perfect.
"Reacher I dont know if we should I want to but this is supposed to be professional."
My leggings were now to my knees. "This is about as professional as its gonna get babe." He tops that sentanc off with an ass slap. A yelp comes form me "Im sorry I didn-"
"Your making noise already, this is gonna be a long night for you." I couldn't see it and only found out later that there was a huge hand print on my ass from him. "Are you gonna be good for me tonight, gonna try to take all of me."
I felt another slap on my ass this time "Awnser me baby or I'll leave you like this all wet." He got closer to my ear "you would proably need your fingers to fix this, my cock wont be able to stuff you full."
"You gonna take all of me tonight." "Yes, yes sir."
The words barley came out everything felt like a haze. Then I felt air agisnt my heat and my black lace underwear at my ankles. "Such pretty underwear where were these when you came out of the shower. My little girl likes walking around naked like a whore."
I grip the marble counter. We should have interveiw in public maybe then I could keep my dinigty not that I would trade this for anything though. This man is goin to make me insane and I'm perfectly fine with that.
"Look at that pretty little cunt , so pink just like I remember." Im going to hate him when he's gone I know it. "Can you count to ten for me smart girl." He reaches to the counter and grabbed my hand and held in a way to sweet for the present situation. "You gonna be a brave girl and try to take me. Its gonna take practice princess"
I feel him hold my hand gentley and caresses my thumb. "You can always tell me to stop ok princess I wont be mad." Thats when I feel it something large poking at my back. I couldn't see it but I know it has a curve I could feel the veins more now he had one very prominant one directly lined up with my heat. Reacher pulled my hips back a little into his shaft I could feel his balls on my upper thigh this man was hung like a fucking horse. "Start conuting smart girl, thats an order."
Being completly honest I wouldn't being lying if some part of me wasn't scared but the other part is extermely excited. This time the words one came to me because I knew them by heart. "One" I breathe waiting for the impalement "Two" I wait a little bit more he is still holding my hand with one hand on my ass. "Three" My hand feel that he was holding and he put it on the base of his member. "Four" The tip ran down my clit. "Five ahh" I reached back for him again and felt pain that can only be descirbed as ripping. I'm not a virgin it shouldn't have hurt that much. For a moment I see an array of colors. "Your doing great Lin" He leans to where he is folded on top of me his hand still on my hip continues pulling me back onto him. "Theres just a little bit more of me to go ok."
Fuck that wasn't all of him my legs are shaking and tears are welling up in my eyes. "It its hurts."
"It wont in a couple minuites babe I promise." I didnt kniw it was antomically impossible for a man to be this size. What the fuck did they feed him as a kid. "Keep counting princess." His tone was more demanding now the pressure coming from in between my hips was going to breake me. I breathe in "Six" and out his legnth slowy begins to move I can feel the tip hitting my cervix. "Seven" the only holding me up right now was his hand on my left hip. "Ah-h eight"
"I'm almost there two more number pretty girl." This man needs to seriously invest in some fucking lube. "Nine" I begin to make try to push my hips back on him. He stands up straighter and firm so I can steady myself. Reacher lets out a gasp "Brave girl, maybe you need to be a soldier like me huh?"
"Ten" He pushed the last inch in for me forcefully. "Lets see if you can walk in the morning while I'm still here. Hold the counter for tightly ok brave girl." My feet leave the tile and he now holding me off the ground by my hips. With both hands on my hips I can feel the starting of the thrust. "So tigth princess so beautiful why has no one came and swpet you up yet."
Each thrust felt like a rope tightneing around me. It felt like fireworks the grand fucking fanalie. "Your gonna make it hard to leave sweetie."
God knew Reacher felt stupid. He has been thinking about Linette since the diner. He was so enamored her this tiny little thing had been watching him and didn't know until the last second. People who trained for years couldn't get past Reacher so why could she. So much younger than him to god and so pretty and untained. Yes he knew she wasn't gonna be able to walk tommrow and she was thankful for him. Deep in the back of his head he wonderd why he wanted to baby her so much the girl is smarter than any kid her age. Fuck she could rival him. But she still needed someone to take care of her. He had a plan she can be so much more than she is now.
The thrust were getting more agressive now, is he mad at me? The moans slipping in array of a hot mess. "Cry for me princess, show me how good I make you feel." Sudenly I felt release not the one like last night no this was real release. The tenison left and part me was filled that I didn't even know existed. "Did my pretty girl finish."
I can feel my eyes widening theres a warmth in my womb from Reacher. Thick hot ropes shot through me. Balls where shoved to my ass and he was bent over me. We dont have any fucking protection does he relazie what he just did. "Sorry sweetie your so tight it gets hard to pull at fast when you feel that good."
"Jack we didnt use a condom and Im not on birth control." I turn to grab his arm even though he is still holding me up. "Dont worry your not fertile until next week, then I'll wear one." Was this man tracking my menstrating cycle. How the fuck does he find this stuff out.
He pulls out of me and lies me on my bed. Thats when it occured to me that my tape reccorder is still on. "Umm so Im going to have to cut like half the interveiw." I can see Reacher over there lingering my the kettle and now pouring in into two cups. "Why is that" he turned to me "You got some key information out me, dont get me started on that paper." Was he for real? "Umm it includes us fucking!"
He smiles to himself pour sugar in his tea. "I turned it off when I asked you to make tea." A moment of silence lingers for a second. All I feel is warmth being wrapped up in my comforter. I feel like one big burritto. "You big bastard."
He sets the tea on my nightstand. "You my friend had a kettle like that she actually works with my she is a P.I"
I pause for a moment this man just railed me infact I may not be able to walk tommrow and he is talking about a godforsaken kettle. "Yeah I actually got it from my neighbor in New York, she taught me how to use it to her name was frances pretty cool lady if you ask me."
"Hmm" he smiles to himself "small world." As if I could casually know any whackjobs that he does. I lay my head back and glance at my bra and underwear on the floor. I took off my bra after Reacher layed me down and decided to swaddle me in my comforter. Now Im just one big naked burrito.
My bed shifts next to me again how is this bastard to quiet when he is garguatuan. "You need to sleep well tonight so you can heal for the morning Linette." He digs himself under the blanket and pulls me to his chest. I had no idea this man could be not a prick not to mention cuddling. I try to wrap my legs around but now that the aftershock of sex was gone and the in between of my legs hurt. "Ahh it never hurt like this before."
"Im sorry it will be gone in a few days".
"A few days!!" "I feel like a virgin"
I glance over at him with his head on my pillow laughing. I snuggle my head cloes to his chest , so warm so safe.
"Goodnight Reacher thank you for the interveiw."
He puts his hand on my head and pets my hair
"Good night Lenny'
He pepperd my forehead with a kiss and the slumber took me.
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OKAY here is my explanation for spamreblogging from you and also @/flashsidewayss (who i couln't find asks for or i would not send a weird joint ask) i read all of both of your psych fic bc that show makes me feel insane and it is like. no one else is doing it like you. also ive been listening to the playlist for ceceverse and like. we need the annotated version. anyway im approaching character limit and also realizing this is deranged and unintelligable but the gist is. i appreciate your contri
HELLO. many months later here is the annotated ceceverse playlist!!!
im gonna put a text break bc this will be LONG. sorry. purple text is stuff @flashsidewayss had to say. this will justbe some misc. notes and thoughts on the songs and some will have lyrics that i associate etc. hope u enjoy
Cecilia - Simon & Garfunkel
DUHHH!!! it’s THE ceceverse song. shawn named her after this song
The Room Is Filled With People That Love You - Foresight
this is one of my favs. fantastic song first of all but also SO ceceverse. like. life’s a precious thing!
Seven - Sleeping At Last
seven by sal you mean the most shawn song in the world. no lyrics to mention here bc. Well. all of them.
the enneagram songs are @thatchedrooftavern’s domain and he agrees that this is a major shawn song
"let me tell you another secret of the trade: it feels like sinking when i'm standing in one place" and the farewell and welcome home parade bit
Growing Pains - COIN
again. deeply a shawn song.
This song is a little applicable to shawn just in general and also shawn and gus’ relationship which is one of the like. Pillars of this au.
Six - Sleeping At Last
another @thatchedrooftavern song, more of a gus song
"when everything feels heavy, I've learned to travel light" its the struggle of being around for those you love while also meeting your needs for activity and adventure
Vines - Hippo Campus
Big fan of this album! Some lyrics to mention would be “Failed by design, slow your pace down to mine / Watch my back, heave a sigh / Keep it safe, make it right”
10 Steps - Christian Leave
I can’t really find the words for my thoughts on this song, but the chorus is sort of just about how people can change so much during such time, and what you want with your life could be completely different from what it started as
I Can’t Handle Change - Roar
sorry about this one! self-explainable i think
Seventeen Going Under - Sam Fender
shawn spencer… yeah
with that relationship with his father? please. no notes
Sparks - Coldplay
this song is supposedly about romantic love but its very applicable to a parent-child relationship i feel
“But I promise you this / I'll always look out for you / Yeah, that's what I'll do” etc etc
Nine Lives - Odie Leigh
“Cats have nine lives, I have two / I live one for me, and one for you”
the annotation on genius.com for this first verse is this, “At minimum, I live for both of us but, preferably, I will fade into what I can be for you, an extension of you. I am the pencil you hold, the car you drive, the phone you stare at. It’s intoxicating to exist within other people. It’s hardly “sacrificing” myself to this person, but being able to hide within them.”
Together - The Raconteurs
for me this is The shawngus ceceverse song.
another album i love. @flashsidewayss once had to loan me $9 so i could buy the cd. no specific lyrics to mention.
The Book of Love - The Magnetic Fields
AUGHHHHHHHHHHHH
^get help. in all seriousness yeah. ceceverse ass song. in the literal sense im pretty sure we’ve mentioned in a few published fics about how cece is a big reader, and they do lots of reading together despite shawn not being one.
Rain - Bishop Allen
if its ever gonna get any better its gotta get worse for a day!
Coming of Age - Foster The People
lots of lyrics to mention here…. “You know I try to live without regrets/I'm always moving forward and not looking back/But I tend to leave a trail of dead while I'm moving ahead”
“I seem to hurt the people that care the most” etc etc “And even when I'm wrong, I tend to think I'm right”
Clay Pigeons - Michael Cera
deeply ceceverse vibes
have an attachment to this song spanning back to an older fic named after it… the third verse in specific
“I'm tired of runnin' 'round lookin' for answers to questions that I already know/I could build me a castle of memories just to have somewhere to go/Count the days and the nights that it takes to get back in the saddle again…”
Way It Goes - Hippo Campus
and so we return to this album… there's a lot we can’t control but lord knows we’re trying huh
A World Alone - Lorde
this song is quite a ceceverse song and also quite a shawngus song in general. something something finding peace in someone who understands you fully and loves you
You Make Loving Fun - Fleetwood Mac
an og ceceverse song! i listened to this song a lot right when i was first dreaming up this au. this song is super cece and shawn and also a little shules tbh i think its on my shules playlist also
The Gold - Manchester Orchestra, Phoebe Bridgers
second verse here… shawn ceceverse to me
Landslide - Fleetwood Mac
yeah. “Can the child within my heart rise above?/Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides?/Can I handle the seasons of my life?”
i also listened to this song a lot while writing this fic
Ahora Te Puedes Marchar - Luis Miguel
this one is just fun idk. a fun interlude
A Complete List of Fears Ages 5-28 (aprox) - The Yellow Dress
this song has always to me felt very much like a song you’d sing to a child to make them laugh. The chorus is so silly but closing it with “Oh, but mainly losing you/These days, mainly losing you” is. well. yeah
the repeated assurances that things will always be okay, even if bad things happen
More Like You - Orla Gartland
this song is far more applicable to things we haven’t posted, and more applies to cece as she gets older. her dad is her best friend, and she wants to be just like him when she grows up
100 Strangers - Circa Waves
this whole song is very shawn ceceverse
Gypsy - Fleetwood Mac
i could write a LOT about this song however. a specific to mention is that the bridge most likely refers to when Stevie Nicks married her late friend’s husband to help him raise his child. their marriage wasn’t long because they weren’t in love exactly but they both loved the child, which was enough at the time
Caught in the Middle - Paramore
the bridge in this one. etc. a shawn song
For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her - Simon & Garfunkel
AUHGHGHGHHGHGHGH
apparently Paul Simon has said that this song isn’t about a real person, but about more of a belief.
Green Light - Lorde
i think a lot about how the color green isn’t representing a negative in this song, but is more representing like a fresh start and something new
All My Little Words - The Magnetic Fields
AUHGUFGHUFDGHKDFGJFDSLJDFSKDLG
this song is here as more of a reference to shawn’s feelings on his own relationship with his father irt his relationship with his daughter. i don’t know how much we’ve written about this in posted fics but he does have a deep at the very least subconscious fear that he will lose his kid the same way his father “lost” him. i have more to say on this if anyone wants to hear it
Last Kiss - Taylor Swift
“So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep” this line specifically we thought about a lot when writing this one for obvious reasons
“And I hope the sun shines and it's a beautiful day/And something reminds you you wish you had stayed/You can plan for a change in the weather and time/But I never planned on you changing your mind”
this song is here in reference to shawn and gus obviously. gus has really conflicted feelings about the years shawn spent away especially in this au, which we dig into a little in that fic and a few others
Never Grow Up - Taylor Swift
self-explanatory i feel
Graceland Too - Phoebe Bridgers
just like. i dont know. really really loving someone that you would do anything for them, no matter what. this song is also a little about loving people who have a hard time loving themselves so read into that if you wish
August (Acoustic) - flipturn
August regular is SO psych. August (acoustic) is SO ceceverse
Pluto - Sleeping At Last
insert pluto joke here. this song is here as a reference to shawn realizing that. it takes a village and the people around him are there to help and he should let them
Clean Slate - The Mountain Goats
move on and move out, yk? a very shawn song i think
The Wolf - The Crane Wives
sent to me by the lovely @thatchedrooftavern
shawngus lowkey. “can it be easy for once?/'Cause I’m no good at being kind to myself/Or anyone”
“I am a falling axe/I am a sharpened knife/I am a poison asp/I am a risk to your life”
Daydreamer - The Crane Wives
this song is a lot about like. societal norms and expectations
“How many times can someone start again?”
I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For - U2
Like why would you say this to me
generally a very shawn song
A Month Or Two - Odie Leigh
idk. give it some time!
long story short - Taylor Swift
probably a little shawngus. also shawn and cece generally. the chorus etc
Suddenly I See - KT Tunstall
the whole song. what a special girl :)
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part 8
As the movie comes to an end I wake Grace up enough to tell her to move to the bed. She groggily moves herself from the couch to my bed and slumps into it. I help adjust the pillows and blanket and I slide in to the bed next to her and put my arm around her. I cuddle with her as we both settle in. She sliyppes her thumb in her mouth and we both drift off.
The next morning I wake up just before my 8am alarm goes off. I turn off my alarm so it doesn't wake her up and then I check her phone. It was fully charged and I see an alarm set on it as well so I leave her in the bed until it goes off. I hurry up and take a fast shower and get dressed for my day. I put on some tight jeans and a pin up shirt. Grabbing my bag to.make sure I have everything for class. I hear Kat come up to my door and turn to her right away and put my finger to my mouth to warn her to be quiet. She looks shocked with a big smile and then looks over and see Grace asleep in my bed. She wispers "Oh, well not who I thought you might have in your bed." I laughed at her and said "We can't all be you." I wrote a quick note on some paper and left it under Graces phone and then walked over and gave her a kiss on the head and looked back to Kat. I lift the blanket a little bit and with my eyes I told Kat to look over. She looked over at the bed and could see the pull up sticking out from under Graces PJ pants which had slide down even more during the night. I grab my stuff and we headed out and closed the door.
as we are walking to class I look at Kat. "So I'm guessing you had a good night?" I ask her. She laughed and said "Well let's just say he was still hungry when we left." I shook my head at her and then she added "So what happened with you last night?" "Nothing really, we go home. I told her to go get PJs on and go to bed and she changed and come back to my room. she was already dressed like that when she got there. she thought I would like it and said it made her feel more comfortable" I tell her. "Well as much as I am worried about our LITTLE friend in your bed, I meant with Colt!" she says with her tone. "Nothing happened" I tell her. She gives me a look, "Ok we talked alot and got to know a little more about each other and he's coming by today to help us move stuff at the house then we are going out for coffee together.... really nothing major happened" I tell her. "ok fine. well you better be ready tonight then... Do I need to babysit tonight?" she asks. "No she said she had class today and then has to go over to Nanny tonight." I replied. "Oh so.mom and dad can have a date night?" she laughed at me. "Brat!" I said as I smacked her butt and then gave her a hug and we parted ways to go to our classes.
I sat inside my early morning psych class and to be honest I was having a hard time focusing. My mind was skipping around on everything. The Halloween party and what we were going to do, Grace and taking care of her, The house and being nominated as a president and of course Colt keep popping in my head too. As class went on we got in to talks about peoples need to feel safe and comfortable and the length they go to feel that way even if only subconsciously. This made me think about everything with Grace right now. We started to get deeper into the lecture when my phone got a message. I checked it really quick and it was from Grace.
Grace: Good morning ma'am, I saw your note you left me. 1st Thank you for letting me sleep in your room last night and for the new PJs. You have been so nice and caring for me. I am still in my PJs right now but will go change in just a few minutes. I will send the picture to you as you asked in just a minute and I will hurry back after my class and start getting all my things moved over to our new room. Thank you again.
Grace: Picture. Still Dry!
I read the message and was happy to see she was ok and had a good night. Im not sure why but I was almost surprised to see she was still dry this morning. She was supposed to being going to get herself ready for class now "Like a good girl" and I would talk with her later so we can move the rooms. I know she's looking forward to that and I have to admit so am I. I went back to focusing on my class as best as I could. when my phone went off again. I looked down to see what else Grace had sent but this time it wasn't from Grace.
Colt: Good morning beautiful. Hope you have a great day and I'm looking for to getting to talk to you more over coffee tonight, But only after all the work is done 😉
My heart jumped as I saw the message. I can't admit to myself how I feel about him but that message really made me feel special.
Me: Good morning to you to Soccer star. Thanks again for the help and I look for to talking later. My last class is ends at 3 so anytime after that would be great.
I sent the message back just as my class came to an end. I packed up my stuff and started to make my way to my next class.
I walked over to the room and there was a note on the door telling to go to the day care room today. We used the day care room as a kind of lab for our class. I made my way over there and meet with the rest of the class. The professor told us that the manager of the day care was out sick and She was covering today so instead of normal class we will just be in here with the kids. We all set are things down and started to join in on checking on the kids and playing games with them. The professor came around and would ask us questions as we were with them. Helping us to understand and dig in more. I was looking around for a minute and then saw a little girl standing in the back by the bookcase and she looked a little sad. I walked over and asked her what was wrong but she didn't want to talk and kind of hide her face. I asked "is the book your reading good" and she peeked out a little and nodded her head. "Did you get to caught up in the book?" I ask... she hesitated and then nodded yes. "Would you like a little help" I asked her. She nodded yes again. I reached my hand out and she slowly took it. as we started to walk a little a made a loader comment "How about we go outside and find a shade spot to sit and read in".
we walked out the door and I take her around to the back door to the changing room so that the other kids wouldn't know she was going in there. Once inside I took her over to the bathroom and helped her get her pants down and saw that she had infact wet her pull up. It was one of the same prints I had picked up when shopping with Grace the other day and made me smile a little. I helped get her clean and got a new pull up for her. After she was all cleaned up and dressed we grabbed some drinks and walked back outside. "Wow that was a good idea to get some drinks. Let's start reading" I say aloud so anyone outside would hear it. We sat down and started to ready the book. a little later it was about nap time so we took all the kids inside and got them down for naps and some ez cots. I checked my phone and saw a message from grace again telling me she was changed and heading to class that had come in a while ago and I had not gotten to yet.
Once my class was over we all said good bye to the kids and headed out of the daycare. I started the walk back to the house and was thinking about the move. Once I got there I started to pack up Breannas clothes and move as much as I could up to the new room right away. I pulled out dresser drawers and walked them over one by one leaving just the body of the dresser for when the guys got there. I moved things like the lap and table top stuff over too. I got almost all of her small things done before Grace got back and started to help. I had her start moving her things over. I finished the last of Breannas things and then helped Grace put her stuff away. Little by little I got her clothes hung up and helped refold the clothes from her dresser which desperately needed it. Her lap and other desk top things made a home on my bed for the time being while we got the last of the stuff out. As we were wrapping things up the guys text and said they were on the way now. I sat down on the edge of my bed and when Grace came back in the room again with some small stuff I told her to put them down with everything else and come her. She did set them down and walked over to me. I put my hands on her hips and spun her around facing away from me and pulled the back over her pants down a little and checked to see what she had on. She was back in panties now, some blue lace ones. I gave her a swat on the butt and said ok. She turned back to me and jokingly yelled "Hey" after the swat and started pulling the back of her pants up. "What was that for?" she asked. "I have ever right to check on you now young lady and don't you forget it, or do you need a time out to remember?" I answered. She jumped and got a scared look "Not with the guys coming over" she said. "I can promise you if you earn something your going to I be getting it. I don't care who's over" I warned. she nodded her head and said "Yes ma'am"
a little later the guys text they were here. I walked down to meet them and bring them back up. I meet Colt at the door and Notify the house we had Guys here and they were coming upstairs to help with this so everyone could be aware and then walkes them all up. Colt had brought over 5 other guys with them saying he thought 6 guys would make short work of this. I showed them our room, then to where Breannas room would be and last where Kats room was. They did make quick work moving Bre's bed, dresser and Desk up to the room. Grace, Kat and I will go clean everything up for her later. Then they went over to Graces old room to move things over. As they started they saw that Grace left one drawer in her dresser so they pulled it out to be safe. One of the guys walked it over to our room and said "You didn't get a chance to move this one so I brought it for you." and set it down on the couch. I looked over and saw that the drawer did have much in it except some pull ups. Graces face turned bright red. I wispers to her "They don't know anything, it's fine" to try to calm her down. The guys moved her bed over and her night stand. Grace didn't have a desk yet but I would fix that for her soon. "Anything else you need from us?" The guys ask. I tell them "No. that was all. Thank you so much." Colt walks in to the room "Well that was easy after all, Ok well Im taking the guys out for a beer for helping and I'll come get you for coffee when your ready" he says. I again thank them all and then give Colt a kiss on the cheek. "See you soon" I added. The guys were in and out in about an hour.
I went back up and helped Grace start to get her room set up, Make the bed and put away the rest of the clothes. As we are getting the last things done I start to talk out loud "ok, so I need to go to the store and get you a desk, A TV for Bre's room since she moved for me." I looked at the sheets on Graces small twin bed and they were old and worn out. "Some new sheets for your little bed here and some more storage boxes for under it. Oh and maybe a book case since we have room now with the smaller bed." I added as I point to some open space by her bed. I grabe some of the newly folded clothes back in to Graces dresser for her and reloaded her underwear in the drawer. She had a nice mix of cute colorful ones with cartoons and animals and then some more grown up things like lace and such. I load them all in and then just to see what she would say I grabbed a small stack of pull ups a d showed them to her. "I'm going to leave some of these right here just in case" as I places them in the same draw as her other underwear. She looked and me and shook her head but I could see she was holding back a smile.
We would need to get some stuff to get the rest of her room done but for now it was all we could do. I need to get ready for my date and Grace had work tonight. We both went to go take shower and get cleaned up I was back in the room faster and started to dry off and get ready. I slipped on some sexy light pink lingerie and and black pencil dress with polka dots on it. I had gotten dressed but still not heard anything from Grace so I walked back down the hall to check on her. I got to the door and still heard the water running inside but I knocked on the door. "Grace, are you ok?" I called in to the door.... I heard her say something back but couldn't make it out. Again I called out "Are you ok" and again I couldn't make out what she said back. I put my hand on the door knob and realized it was not locked. I opened the door a little and asked again and this time I could hear grace say yes back to me. I stepped inside the room and closed the door. I could see her figure through the glass door. Grace was shaving her legs when I stepped in and she looked over at me and stopped. "Wow, you look great in that dress" she said. Thank you sweetie, you need to hurry up or your going to be late and you know Miss Rae will not be happy." I tell her. "Yes ma'am" she huffs at me. I walked over and slide the door open a little to see her in the water. She had the razor in her hand and started to reach back for her leg. I stopped her and grabbed the razor from her hand. I pulled her over towards the end of the shower I was standing and Pushed her up straight as I could. I reached in with the razor and both hands and started to shave her little mound about her private parts completely bold. Once I got the bulk of the hair off. I handed it back to her and told her to hurry up. I closed the door to the shower and walked out of the bathroom with out giving her a chance to say anything.
Back in the room I started to do my hair and make up. A few minutes later Grace came walking back in wrapped in a towel. I stopped what I was doing and grabbed her towel to help get her dry faster. Then I put the towel down and inspected the job she did at shaving her legs and cleaning up what was left around her private. She had done a good job on it so I looked her in the eyes and gave her a small light pat on the mound and said "Good girl. This is how it should be". She smiled and blushes some more and said "Thank you ma'am". I signd for her to start getting ready for work and went back to doing my make up. I could see Grace getting ready in the mirror behind me. She looked around for some clothes first in no rush to put anything on. She finds a pair of jeans and a shirt she likes for the night and then dug out a small bra. Last she opened her underwear drawer and I see her pu out a pair of lace panties and look at them for a minute, she dropped them back in the drawer and picked it a purple pair of cotton panties and was looking at them and then with her other hand she reached in and picked up a pull up. She looked at it for a second and put the pull up back down and put on the panties. She quickly got everything else on and brushed her hair.
As soon as we were both done we walked down to the car. I took her to Miss Rae's house for work tonight and stopped in just to say hi again. Miss Rae said she was glad to see me and invited me to sit and have some small talk for a few minutes. I let her know "I can stay for a few minutes but I do have a date to get too soon" and she told me "I see that's why dressed up tonight, You look great. He's a very lucky guy to have a date with a lady like you." Once again as Miss Rae and I sat down Grace left to go check on the kids. I laughed as she walked off and said "Looks like all the kids are going to go play while the adults talk." Miss Rae laughed and agreed. "She does show her young age at times and is very shy but she does a great job with all the kids." She added with a smile. I shoke my head in agreement as well. Miss Rae then told me "Thursday night we are having a Halloween party here at the house, I would love for you to come by with Grace. Some of my sorority sister will be here with there spouses. It would be a great chance for you to meet some more graduates from the house." I looked over a little confused and said "Miss Rae I didn't realize you were in the same sorority before? That's amazing, I love meeting sisters." I smiled at her. We went in to some more small talk about the house and everything for a few minutes before I let her know I really must head out now. She walked me to the door and Grace gave me a hug before I left and then I got in the car to head to the coffee shop. I text Colt and let him know I was on the way now and he said he would meet me there.
I pulled out to the coffee shop and sat down at a table. It was only a few minutes before Colt walked in as well. He came over and gave me a hug and joined me. We started with small talk right away. I found out that his family is from the area and owns a couple of businesses. I told him where I'm from as well. We talked about what we are each studying and why we wanted to go in to that. Past story's and funny tid bits about each other. Then we talked about plans for the Halloween setup. We would get a large tent to put up for us and they would get the stage, We would take care of the DJ and they were going to cover the bar tender. We went over many other small details and planned out as much as we could. Over all it was a nice time. By the end of the night we gave each other a hug and again I gave him a kiss on the cheek. He walked me to my car and we said goodnight.
The rest of the night and next two days went by with out any major issues. we stayed busy getting things together and checking the girls costume for the party and getting a script together on how we were going to do everything. I was able to go to the store and get the last things I needed for the room and the TV I was putting in Bre's room as a Thank you. Everything was going good.
Thursday started off the same, I got up and got dressed I went to my classes and all was going fine. We have the party at Miss Rae's tonight and I was just going to do wear my teacher costume again with a better shirt, so I didn't need to do much. I was in the middle of my last class, It was about 3 pm. When I got a call from Grace. I couldn't answer it at that moment so I messaged her.
Me: Hey Gracie, I'm in class what's up?
Grace: No I need help!
I jump out of my seat and grab my bag as I run out the door. I called Grace back right away. "Grace, What's wrong? " I say as soon as she picks up the phone. She tried to say something back to me but I couldn't make out what she's saying as she crying. "Where are you?" I ask her. Again I have a hard time understanding everything she said but I heard Miss Rae's. So I as soon as I make it back to my car I head that way. I drove to the house as fast as I could and I soon as I pulled up outside I could see Grace sitting on the front porch. I throw the car in park and ran up to her, she was still bawling in the seat. "Baby, what happened? What's wrong" I asks as soon as I get by her side. She practically crawled in to my arms as soon as I sit down. As she's balwing and trying to tell me what's going on I'm still having a hard time out what she said but she did say "The Miss Rae fired me." I tried to get her to calm down and then the front door opened. Miss Rae came outside and see me sitting there, "Hello Tiffany" she says in a very serious tone. "Miss Rae, What's going on?" I asked her. "sadly, Grace has given me no choice but to let her go. It breaks my heart but I can't have this behavior in my house" Miss Rae tells me. Grace starts to cry even harder at those words, She starts to mumble "Please....Please..." in-between sobbing. "Miss Rae, please. Can you and I talk about what happened just so I can understand" I ask. Miss Rae looks at us both and then agreed. "Ok come inside both of you... But her attire is disrespectful to my house." I stand up and help Grace to her feet to come inside, For the first time I noticed what she was even wearing. She was in a short little skirt and a tight shirt that was cut at the collar to show off more of her chest. As she made it to her feet her skirt was disheveled and her panties, or almost lack of where clearly visible, She had on a black skimpy thong on. I brushed her skirt down to cover her butt hanging out and we walked inside.
She lead us to her sitting room and She invited me to sit in the chair across from her. I stopped for a moment and looked around, I took Grace by the hand and lead her over to the corner in front of the chairs and places her nosie first in it. "Stand here until I tell you to come out. Let me see if I can understand what's going on and maybe even help" Grace nodded and stood in the corner. I walked back over and sat down in the chair Miss Rae had invited to. "Thank you" Miss Rae said as she gestured towards Grace standing in the corner. "Yes ma'am, Now could you please explain to me what happened?" I asked Miss Rae.
With that we started the talk. Miss Rae let me know that Grace had shown up late for work today, with out calling, when she did show up she was dressed as I see her now, she had an attitude, she used foul language at her and during there talk she found out the only other clothes Grace had was her Halloween costume which was also inappropriately skimpy. I nodded my head to everything that Miss Rae said and let her know I completely understand why she would be upset with all that. "We both know Grace and non of that sounds in character for her, so there must be more going on. When I first meet you you told me that you look at Grace as a member of your family, A daughter you never had, Right?" Miss Rae listen to what I said and then nodded her head "Yes, Grace is like family to us. We all love her but This behavior is not acceptable in my house" She added. "Again I understand and respect that, Could I have Grace come over and explain to me her side of everything" I ask Miss Rae. She agreed and with that I called for Grace to come over and stand in front of us. Grace slowly walked over and stood where I indicated. "Ok Grace, tell me what happened?" I ask her. Grace starts with "My class was cancelled for the day so I went to the coffee shop and was working on my laptop getting some more school work done. Everything was fine and I started to pack everything up and then I needed to use the restroom. I left my stuff there and when I came back my backpack was gone. someone had stolen it" she tells us. I looked over to Miss Rae and she was nodding along. "Ok" I interrupt her. "Just so we can confirm everything and make sure we all understand each other let me make a call before you keep going" I say and look at Miss Rae as well both of them agree and I pull out my phone and call Kat. She picked up and right away I say "Kat I'm sitting with Miss Rae and Grace right now can I talk with you" I needed to tell Kat this so she understood to be careful with her language and then I put her on speaker. "Kat, I know you worked today. Where you there when Graces bag was stolen?" "Yes I was, She's not the only person, multiple people have reported things missing today. The police are still here. They talked with her and even gave people there card, We are sti trying to figure out who it was." Kat tells the group. "Ok Kat, thank you for letting us know. Ill talk with you later, go back to dealing with that stuff. " we said our good byes and I hung up the phone.
I looked over at Grace and asked "Sweetie, do you have the card from the officer? " She shook her head, "I must have dropped it" she said. "Ok... So what did they steal from you." I asked her. "They took my whole packpack she said" I could tell how stressed she was getting because she was starting to use childish language. "What did you have in that?" I asked. "it had my laptop, papers, a school book, change of clothes... everything" she says as tears still roll down her face. "Ok sweetie, so you did have a change of clothes with you? you didn't plan to show up dressed like this?" I ask as I gestured towards her clothing. "No, I would never show up like this. I know Miss Rae's rules and respect her" she tells us. "Grace, why didn't you call me when this happened" Miss Rae asks. "I...I don't know, Everything was going on and I knew I was late and was just trying to get here" she answered. "You didn't grab your clothes when you went to the bathroom?" I asked. Grace took a moment to say anything and then admitted "Well... I waiting to long to go and really need to use the potty so I just ran. when I came back out I was going to get them and change and then come over." I nodded to everything. I looked at Miss Rae "Ok so I think we can at least agree that although she didn't make the best decisions today Grace didn't mean to be late or show up dressed like this". Miss Rae agreed, "Can you please re-explained the Halloween costume you had and the language used" Miss Rae asks her. "I had the Halloween costume in a different bag, I had just got it today. They didn't take that bag with my backpack, And I didn't mean to talk to you like that...I lost my head with everything... I'm so sorry" she tells us. I asked to see the Halloween costume and Miss Rae stood up and grabbed the bag and pulled it out. It was the French maid costume from the other day. "This is what she showed up with, the skirt is very short and especially if she's wearing panties that small under it. I can't have her in front of my friends like that" Miss Rae says. "Grace, what do you have to say?" I ask her. "I had a change of underwear and black leggings that I brought from the house, I swear. I just liked that costume and thought it would be funny since I am the nanny here." she tells us. "Ok... Grace would you please go stand in time out in the kitchen while Miss Rae and I talk" I tell her. She looks at Miss Rae who nods to her that it's ok to do. Grace turns and starts to walk out but then stopped and turned around, "Please Miss Rae, Im so sorry. I can't lose the kid's, This family. I'll do anything for another chance" she pleads and then turns and walks to the other room.
I look at Miss Rae for a moment. "I may have over reacted a little, with the party tonight and everything I was a bit stressed and she was dressed like that and the language.." I stop her there, "It's understandable. She made some bad choices and broke rules, But like you both agreed your like family and you would just get ride of family, children for breaking rules?" I ask. Miss Rae shook her head "Your right... It would be delt with differently if it was any of my girls." she says. "Well Miss Rae that's just it, She is one of your girls. Maybe you didn't give birth to her but your like a mother to her and she a daughter to you." I pleaded with her. She thinks about it for a minute and then says "Well I'm not even sure...how to deal with everything." "I understand and I think we can solve this right now." I said as I stood up. "One moment please" I said as I excused myself from the room. I went and Grabbed grace and walked her back into the room and stood her back where she was in the middle of the room. I started with "Grace, Miss Rae and I have talked and she is willing to let you keep your job....No sorry, Stay as part of this family but your behavior was inappropriate. Your not in ANY trouble for having your bag stolen and we want to be clear about that but, Not calling, using bad words and everything, That is all under your control. So here is what is going to happen..." I took a deep breath and then said, "You will be going across Miss Rae lap for a spanking and then she will take you in and wash your mouth out with soap. when that is over you will be put back in time out until she says other wise." Grace looked a shocked but said "Yes ma'am... Ma'am's, I understand". Miss Rae jumped in and added "you will also be cleaning up your wardrobe. No daughter of mine is going to be dressing like that" with a scolding tone. "I will personally make sure of that part" I tell Miss Rae.
Miss Rae stood up from her chair and said "Ok let's get this taken care of" She reached over and grabbed Grace by the ear and lead her with me just behind them upstairs to the children area. The kids were currently down for a nap in there bed rooms all the way down the hall and we went in to a big loft space they play in. Miss Rae takes a seat in a chair and adjust her skirt and then pulls Grace to her side and down across her lap. I stood back and out of the way just watching. Miss Rae flipped the shirt skirt up and out of the way completely and started to rain down swat after swat on the poor girls pale bottom. It's began to turn red right away. Smack, Smack, Smack, each swat lands rotating between sides and the cheeks and upper thigh. Grace starts to kick her legs and crying all over again but this doesn't stop Miss Rae at all. By the time Miss Rae was done her bottom looked like it was on fire. "Up!" Miss Rae finally calls out. Grace stands up and as her hand reached to start rubbing her very right bottom Miss Rae stopped her. "Don't you dare rub or I'll take you back over my lap again" Grace jumped and pulled her hand away right away. Miss Rae grabbed the sobbing girl and walks her to a corner and rolled her skirt up and tucked it in the waste so her bottom was on full display. I walked over next to Miss Rae and dropped to a knee, I reached over and pulled Graces panties down to her knee. We all knew this would expose her any more then she already was but there is no way she couldn't feel more shame with them hanging around her knees while in time out. I went back to where I was standing before and Miss Rae went in to the bathroom to lather up a bar of soap. She walked back out and made Grace open her mouth and put the bar in. " Stand there. Hands on your hand and down drop that soap or move until I say otherwise or you'll get another spanking." she scolded her. As Miss Rae went back to the chair.
As she sat down she signaled me to come sit next to her. I walked over and sat next to her as we both looked on at the poor girl, Standing in time out. Her red bottom already showing signs of light bruises, her panties stretched out hanging between her knees and knowing that she has a bar of soap in her mouth. "Thank you" Miss Rae says. I turn and look at her. "I have to admit I was heart broken at the thought of losing Grace like this" "Yes ma'am, I understand and I'm glad I could help. Just remind me never to get on your bad side" I laughed. she looked at me and said "You better not, I have no problem taking you across my lap ether, it would be just like Garde reports time back in the house" she said with a very serious tone. With her tone I knew she wasn't kidding. After a few minutes she stood up and walked over grabbing Grace eat again and dragged her to the bathroom. As the two walked Graces thong fell to her feet and off on to the floor. I could see Miss Rae grabbing the soap and forcing it around in Graces mouth. Really washing it out. "Get all those bad words cleaned out of there" she says to Gracie. I looked around the room a bit and saw an arts and crafts area and had an idea. I stood up and walked over and picked up Graces panties and walked over to the table, I looked for a minute and found a pair of scissors. I took them both back back to the seat and waited for Miss Rae to come back out. a moment later Miss Rae came and sat down leaving Grace to rinse the soap out of her mouth. Once Grace was done she walked back out to us. I stood up and walked over to her and handed her the scissors. she looked at confused. I turned and looked back to Miss Rae and then back to Grace 'Miss Rae is right little one you don't belong dressed like this." I held up the panties stretched out and Grace knew what I meant. She cut both side of the panties in half so she couldn't wear them again.
Miss Rae asked "What now, she can't just run around with NO underwear on!" I looked at her and said your right, But since she acted like such a child and even got punished like one, I think the last part of her punishment is now." I said as I walked across the room. "I think she is small enough" I said as I picked up a pull up off the changing area and walked back over to her. "Since you can't seem to find appropriate underwear you can spend the night in this" I said as I stretch it out and then held it open by her feet. Grace turned bright red as I made her step in it. I helped slide it up her legs and in place and said "Just like I thought she is small enough that they fit. She can spend the evening in that." Both Grace and I knew it would fit but I didn't need to say that part. Miss Rae was fighting back a smirk and laughter at the sight of Grace standing there like that. "Now since Grace already got a Halloween costume the next question is do we give her black leggings to go with her costume or make her just wear what she brought?" I ask Miss Rae as I pat Graces now diapered bottom. Miss Rae smiled and held back a laugh but said "I think I can find a pair of black leggings for her. I don't know if my guest need to see her pull up hanging out of her skirt all night." "Fair enough, It's not your Guest fault someone can't act her age." I said as I looked at Grace. "Ok well if you want to look for those leggings I will run out to my care and get my stuff. lucky I already had everything loaded because I knew classes were going to be late and I wanted to help set up right after. Grace you stay right here while the grown ups go get everything together. I teased as Both Miss Rae and I walked out of the room. Just before we parted ways outside of the room Miss Rae stopped me and thanked me again for talking her out of firing Grace and gave me a big hug, "This is why your going to make a great Sorority president" She said with a sliy smile as she walked away. How did she know about that? I hadn't told her anything about that? I wondered as I went to my car.
I grabbed my bag out of the trunk of the car and went back inside the house. I stopped in the sitting room and grabbed Graces costume too and then went upstairs. when I entered the room Miss Rae had just gotten back and gave Grace a pair of her black tights. We thanked her and then I took graces hand and "said come on let's go get changed sweetie" as I started to walk to the bathroom. "That bathroom is going to be small for both of you, just use the guest bedroom down the hall" Miss Rae tells us. I turn and take Grace down the hall and in to the room. Once we got inside and closed the door I turned around to look at Grace and laughed a little. "Did you really have to put me in a pull up right in front of her." She said with a pout. "I warned you the other day that wearing a skimpy skirt and panties like that was not appropriate. You did that part to yourself. So YES I did need to do it. it's not like you have never been in them before little girl" I said to her. she stomped her feet and pouted more. "Do you want another spanking or do you want to say thank you for saving my job and be a good girl?" She stopped and said "Thank you momma's for helping me out so much, I'll be good" I reached over and pulled her shirt up and off and then her skirt off too, leaving her standing there in just a pull up and bra. I got out her maid costume and got that on her and all ready, gloves, the headband everything. Then I grabbed the leggings Miss Rae gave us and helped her get those on. although Miss Rae was not a large woman by any means they were way to large for poor little Grace.
I left her like that for now and got on my teacher costume and then packed everything back up and we walked down stairs to meet up with Miss Rae. I showed her how the leggings were to big on Grace. Miss Rae agreed and said "I was worried our little one here would be to small for those. why don't you take her and my card and go run to the store. I needed to grab a few things anyway, You can do the shopping and get her the right size pants and Ill do the stuff here." We agreed and took her shopping list and ran to the store. First stop was to get clothes, I found her some better sized black leggings and I also grabbed her a red dress with flowers on it form the kids section. "Why are we getting that?" she asked. "Miss Rae and I agree you need to change your wardrobe, this will help make sure your not putting the other stuff back in after the party to head home." I told her as we were walking. next thing she realized we were in the kids underwear section. "Pick out a pack of panties" Grace looks at them and then back to me confused. "Hurry little girl, we don't have long" She looked around and grabbed a pack of Minnie mouse panties. "These?" she asked. I agreed and we started to walk up to pay. "Does this mean I don't have to wear the pull up all night?" she asked as we get in line. She didn't release that she was speaking as loud as she was as we entered the line and the lady in front of us looked back. She saw me standing there next to this small little girl who's leggings were practicing falling off. "Sweetie, it's ok if you need them, no adults are going to care if you need them" The lady says to Grace and turns back around. Grace buried her face in to my chest and we waited in line.
After we checked out we went to the car, I pulled out the leggings and asked Grace if she would rather stand by the door or lay down to change. She wanted to lay down so she would be less visible to the parking lot. I laid her down and slid down her pants and grabbed the new ones. Just then the lady who had been in front of us in line drove by and I stopped and waved bye to her which made Grace blush even more. I slide her new pants up and they fit perfectly. Let's go baby I said. "What about the new underwear?" she asked. "Those panties are for later, I just wanted to show Miss Rae that your taking her seriously and starting to change your wardrobe already."
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What Each G3 Pony Thinks of Scarecrow
Scootaloo: HES THE BEST!! He’s super scary, super smart, super cool and just SUPER EVERYTHING! I was the only pony out of my friends who liked scary stuff so I’m so psyched to have a friend I have something in common with! And to think this all started from me making a wish for a live scarecrow. We both try to scare people on the street which is really easy for me cos for some reason, I scare everyone in Gotham. Mr Crane says it’s because they can’t comprehend talking ponies. Weird. Anyway, Mr Crane may be a grump, but I bet having seven ponies to look after must be pretty hard. He always makes time for me though! He says I’m his no 1 henchpony and calls me Ragnarök! Which means natural disasters or something. Either way it’s cool! He’s the best boss ever and I hope he likes this new butterfly bomb I came up with!
Cheerilee: I thought he was a stinky old man at first, but we’ve got a lot more in common than I thought! For a scarecrow, he’s actually very smart! Which is strange, cos I thought scarecrows have no brains. Well, that shows what I know! Mr Crane has taught me loads of subjects like psychology, complex math and biology. Ponyville’s library doesn’t have any knowledge like this. It is a little hard to wrap my head around at times but it is worth it to rub it in Scoot’s face hehe. Mr Crane would make a very good teacher, if he didn’t look like a stitched up skeleton
Rainbow Dash: I know he doesn’t get my love of fashion and that’s totes understandable. He’s old. I mean have you SEEN that cloak?! Major frump alert! And pee-uw! does his breath stink! But he’s cool, as long as you don’t put him in a bad mood. But that won’t stop me from putting him in a dress! He is long overdue for a makeover!
Pinkie Pie: I don’t know if he’s our boss or our dad but either way, it’s nice to have someone to look up to. I may be the leader of my friends, but Im still a pony. So I can always rely on Mr Crane for advice. But he has a very weird sense of what’s right and wrong and I’m gonna criticise the heck out of that! I’ve never seen Mr Crane laugh, but when he does, it’s nice to see! But he’s never happy regularly when he’s around us. Sometimes I don’t know if he likes us very much… I try to cheer him up with a surprise party, but Mr Crane doesn’t like parties. Says they’re too loud. Doesn’t like the colour pink either. He does save us from Riddler’s bullying and protects us from people in Gotham throwing stuff at us, he’s very polite and says he “likes” us. So thats good!
Sweetie Belle: He can be a bit mean and grumpy but I think he’s very nice deep down. After all, he gives us toys, trips to the funfair and ice cream if we’re good! He also gave us such funny nicknames! I’m Pesticide! It’s also funny how he struggles to say our normal names without making a grumpy face! Haha Mr Crane is the funniest boss ever! Although I don’t get his whole scaring people thing with fear. I’m pretty sure he can scare people with how he looks already
Toola Roola: Its amazing how a scarecrow can be both magic and be really smart! He looks very scary but I guess that’s his job, isn’t it? And it kinda makes sense where he comes from. Gotham is a very gloomy place. Aw, I bet he misses it a little after being in Ponyville for so long. Maybe I’ll paint him a nice graveyard with lots of crows on it. That’ll cheer him up!
Starsong: You can tell he’s an old man cos he doesn’t know what TikTok is. Although it is so worth it cos his dancing is so silly, heehee! Good thing our babysitter whenever we visit Gotham, Barbara Gordon, knows all about TikTok and loves our dances! She has a beautiful singing voice! Oh yeah, we were talking about Mr Crane. Well, the only dancing he likes is the St Vitus’ dance. Why would a dance be named after a saint? That doesn’t sound very groovy…Mr Crane’s really weird.
Here is part 1.
#batman#crossover#g3 mlp#mlp g3.5#starsong#g3 rainbow dash#g3 scootaloo#g3 pinkie pie#toola roola#g3 cheerilee#cheerilee#g3 sweetie belle#sweetie belle#arkham scarecrow#arkham knight#niche crossover#midnight ramblings#stuff I literally just wrote now and I’m tired#jonathan crane#the scarecrow
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