#i just can't stop thinking about how we could have had her as the secretary

[sluttyhenley]

Angela Bassett as Erika Sloane

MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE - FALLOUT

[alexanderwales]

The high-level prophecy interpreters all worked for the government or major corporations. They were the ones with the money, and the ones most likely to be the subject of a prophecy. Sometimes you'd have a multi-billionaire hire on a prophecy interpreter, but usually they just had one on retainer. The same went for celebrities who were famous enough to attract significant prophecies.

But at the lower level, there were prophecy interpreters who opened up their own firms, usually just one or two if they weren't in a major city. That was me: I had gotten in prophecy interpretation in college and ended up majoring in it after the Kepler Incident. I had my name on bus stops and billboards, and a single secretary in my employ who thankfully handled most of the phone calls.

In the field we sometimes divide the business up into three sectors based on timing. There's "prophecy impact", which is when we do a consultation right after the prophecy has been made, or at least sometime before it rears its head. Some prophecies are decades in the making, but people want to be told what to do about them. I hate that part of the job, personally, because there's not a whole lot to do, depending on the language. Plus the conversations are pretty repetitive: a guy hears a pretty clear-cut prophecy that he's going to die falling out of a plane, and he's begging for some way out, as though there's something I can do about it, as though I can tell him that prophecies are lairs sometimes. Prophecies are liars, but they're clever liars, hiding meanings inside words, only clear after they've passed. You can't escape prophecy, and at least half of "prophecy impact" clients explaining that fact to them.

The second sector is "prophetic immanence", when the client has a prophecy that they think is coming true. Sometimes this can be because there's a trigger phrase in the prophecy, a conditional that appears to have been met. One of the dirty secrets of the industry is that nine times out of the ten, people are mistaken: the nature of prophecy is such that you can't often pinpoint when the prophecy is nigh. In my opinion, you can judge a prophecy interpreter by how upfront they are about this. The weasels will milk their clients dry by pretending that every moment is a crisis moment.

It's the last sector that I find the most satisfaction from, which is why it's a disappointment that it's the least in demand. This is post facto prophecy interpretation. You're not trying to prevent anything, you're not formulating a reaction, you're just trying to figure out what happened and how it all fit together. These are clients that are in the aftermath of prophecy, or what they're pretty sure is the aftermath, and a lot of the time, they just want someone to talk to more than they want my specific expertise.

My client that day was an artist, a rising star who had a few very successful gallery showings. It had been prophesied that her older brother would accidentally kill her father, but it had been her instead. This wasn't a recent trauma, but the wound was clearly still there, so I tried to navigate it as carefully as I could.

"One of the things that makes prophecy tricky is ambiguity," I said gently. "There are some, outliers, that depend on pretty tortured readings. But in this case, I think it's just an alternate meaning. From what you gave me, the prophecy was specifically 'the child who first draws breath', and that's in reference to your career as an artist."

"That's stupid," she said. "He's two years older than me, would he really never have doodled a person drawing? Just a few lines indicating that something is coming out of their mouth?" Her hands were folded in her lap. They were curiously still, for someone who used her hands for a living, but maybe artists were like that, preserving the tools of their trade.

"It's stupid," I agreed. "But I do think it's entirely possible that his drawings didn't include anyone breathing, and that yours did."

"How can we know for sure?" she asked.

"We can't," I replied. "Though if we take for granted that the prophecy was fulfilled, and that you were the one to fulfill it, then we have to search for answers within the realm of what we know. And if you're not satisfied with that answer, then I need to spend some time searching for alternate meanings, to find some interpretation that lands better."

"I could understand it if I had some obsession with drawing breath," she said. "If I had done a series of paintings of visible breath escaping from a person's body, then that would make sense. But it's not that, it's the first to draw breath, and that's just ... I mean, doodles we did when we were children. It means nothing. We have no way to mark that. It wasn't pivotal."

I shrugged. "It is what it is." I use that phrase a lot. "There's a selection effect with prophecies. The ones we hear about are hugely ironic, they show the hand of fate, they warp and twist people. But many of them are just," I shrugged again. "Things that happened."

"My brother moved away," she said. "My father had kind of accepted it, probably from the moment we were born, or before that. He'd made peace with it, hadn't tried to fight it. But it was a hard thing to learn for my brother, and he'd just left to go to school a thousand miles away, and coming home was always stressful for him, because maybe this was when it was going to happen."

I nodded. "I can see where that would be difficult. How did he handle it?"

"Poorly," she sighed. "Dad was a good guy. My brother lost all that time, and it had always been a source of tension between them, not the death, but their perspective, you know? Dad preached acceptance, my brother wanted to avoid it, and so when my brother went out west, dad was disappointed. He said it was like losing his son, and that he'd have rather died than have that happen. So not only did my brother not have a close relationship with my dad because of the prophecy, it turns out that dad was right all along. It would have been better for everyone not to fight it."

"Maybe," I said. "In the business we don't counsel people not to fight prophecies. Sometimes it's the right thing to do."

"Well, sorry for wasting your time," she said. "Though I guess I'm paying by the hour, and I'm not going to apologize for something I paid for. So I'd like my apology back, please."

I smiled at her. "Certainly."

She stood up to go, and I marked the time so I could bill her later, but she paused for a moment. I put in the time all the same; so far as I was concerned, we were off the clock.

"Do you have any unresolved prophecies that you know of?" she asked.

"That's sort of a personal question," I said. "But I get it a lot, and if it might help you, I can share: I'm going to be eaten by an alligator."

"You're ... what?" she asked.

"An alligator?" I asked. "They live in swamps."

"And how are you going to be eaten by one?" she asked.

"Well, I don't know," I replied. "There's a chance I've dodged it already, or ... dodged it in the way that you can sometimes dodge an obvious reading." I held up my hand and showed her my pinky, or rather, my lack of pinky. "I went down to Florida, had my finger amputated, then fed it to three baby alligators under the supervision of a zoo keeper."

She stared at me. "And that works?" she finally asked.

"We'll see," I replied. "In general, yes, it's an approach with relatively good outcomes. A self-fulfilling prophecy. It's a peace of mind thing."

"But ... your finger?" she asked. She was looking at it. I sometimes thought that going with a toe would be better, or a chunk of flesh from somewhere else, but I had heard that losing a toe could interfere with balance. I had never regretted that it was a pinky finger.

"If I didn't avert the prophecy, I want to be the kind of guy who says 'oh, well that's funny'," I replied. "I think ... whatever helps you, you know? And now I don't need to stay up at night wondering how the hell it's going to happen. See, your father had it right, I think. You have to find a way to make peace with it. And this was what it took for me to make peace with mine. Though I have to admit that I'm not a fan of zoos, and I don't take vacations south of the Mason Dixon, so maybe I'm not as much at peace as I would like myself to believe."

"Huh," she said. She looked away from the missing finger and to my eyes. "Thank you for sharing that."

"It's okay if you think it's kooky," I replied.

"No," she said. "I was just ... thinking that if my brother had something like that, he might have had more time with dad before he passed."

I nodded. "You can share that story, if you think it will help. Sometimes it does."

When she left I went back to my computer, cruising the local news sites to see whether there had been any updates. I hadn't given her the best advice. My mind had been elsewhere.

A local guy had been busted for breeding reptiles without a license. I was sure it was nothing, but they hadn't said what specific reptiles it had been. It was probably nothing. I mean, a full-grown alligator escaping from custody, finding me, and managing to eat me was a little too much for me to believe.

But fate is a funny thing sometimes, and I was going to keep my eyes open.

[pearlywritings]

"Bring your kid to work" day

synopsis: but sometimes it's very much unplanned.

pairing and characters: Zhongli x fem!reader, Xiao. Your family name is Rex-Lapis. Childe plays part in it too.

tw: modern AU, University AU, established relationship, fluff

word count: 2.8k+ words

a/n: Also a part of my University modern AU with history professor Zhongli

The day started perfectly. Your older daughter was already at school with your permission to stay at her friend's house for a sleepover later, you had your day off, lounging in the living room with your son cuddling to you with his most favorite dragon shaped toy pressed between your bodies, listening to your husband walking around the bedroom, getting ready for the lectures at the University, being blessed with afternoon classes.

The day was perfect indeed. Until it absolutely isn't.

Sometimes you really want to kill your boss. It must be today that you are called to work to help with an emergency, that no one knows how to deal with except for you. And the fact that your boss does not consider any possibility of you having trouble with doing what's required, makes you fume harder.

"Li, I don't know what to do!" You cry in frustration, buttoning your shirt. "We can't find a babysitter in ten minutes! You have to go to work, I have to now too, we can't just ask Ganyu to cancel her plans, she's been waiting for this sleepover for weeks, and I can't take Xiao with me - by the sound of it I won't have a single moment to look after him."

It's been no longer than five minutes since you received that call, but you are already as stressed as after a week of non-stop work. Why must've the stars aligned this way!?

Your husband - bless his soul - is fully dressed and is holding your little son perched on his arm, supporting his back with a hand, watching your frantic movements with sympathy.

"I don't think I'll have many spare moments either, my love. Only breaks between lessons. Let me think," the man hums, leaning Xiao’s body more onto his shoulder and reaching for his phone with a free hand. The boy wraps arms around his neck, watching you brush your hair with a pout. The plan was to spend the whole day together with mama, watching cartoons, playing, maybe going for a walk or, ideally, taking a nap, finishing it all with making dinner and welcoming papa home. Now, it seems to him, all these plans are thrown out of the window.

However, Xiao was always a very perceptive and patient kid - he sensed somehow when the situation couldn’t be helped and him throwing a fit - not like he would - would only cause more trouble. That is why he is quietly waiting for what comes next.

And finally Zhongli finds a solution.

“I’m calling Ajax. He mostly spends time at the teacher’s lounge. As far as I know he really loves kids and has several younger siblings, he should be able to handle our son. And during breaks I’ll be taking over” “Oh,” as good as it all sounds, there is an instant hesitation in your mind. “‘Li, you sure you can ask him that? It’s a big deal after all…” “I know, dear, I know. That’s why I am calling him now in advance to make sure it’s alright,” your husband dials the number of his department’s secretary and puts the phone to the ear. “I don’t even mind paying him if he agrees.”

In reality you had nothing to worry about. The gingerhead was more than willing to watch your five-year old son. Maybe willing isn’t the right word even - the young man is excited.

Zhongli is lucky to arrive before the current class ends - the less attention is drawn, the better. He collected everything he could think of to occupy Xiao during his time at the lounge in a bag, which he passes to Ajax the moment his son and him are introduced. However while the secretary is wearing a wide and kind smile, the boy is glaring up at him from under the brown bangs, boring his strikingly golden eyes in the tall figure.

“Dad, I don’t like him,” the little boy pouts, hugging his plushie even tighter and throwing daggers at the gingerhead from behind the dragon’s mane.

“Ouch, little guy,” with a dramatic gasp, the young man clutches the shirt on his chest and presses the back of his hand to the forehead. “How will I live? Hated by Mr Rex-Lapis’ son…”

“Now, now, Xiao,” Zhongli gently pats his head, bending down to look into his eyes and finding displeasure there. “It’s only for today, baby. Me and mom are really sorry for not spending time with you today. I promise that soon I’ll be home for two whole weeks.”

To that the boy’s eyes widen.

“Two weeks… That’s fourteen days?”

“That’s right, sweety.”

“That’s a lot!” He jumps, elated by the news, no trace of dissatisfaction written over his cute smiling face.

“Haha, it is, dear.”

“Wow, Mr Rex-Lapis, your son is really smart!” The secretary stopped playing hurt, instead clapping his hands together in praise and nodding his head in approval. “How old is he?”

“He is five. Yes, he learns really fast.”

“No wonder, he has you and your wife as parents.”

The remaining 20 minutes before his first lecture Zhongli spends in attempts to make his son comfortable not only around Ajax, but also at the new place as well. All that time Xiao doesn’t let go of his ever-present companion - a toy dragon, which he is hugging close to his chest. He politely greets every professor that comes to the lounge, which makes the secretary’s jaw drop since he is the only one who’s been initially rejected and, Zhongli can swear, he saw his boy smirking in the toy’s fluffy mane.

Other professors can’t help but mention how much the son resembles the father, even making small talk with the boy, whom they’ve only heard about before or seen in the framed picture of your family on Zhongli’s desk. By how polite (sorry, Ajax) and shyly sweet he is Xiao quickly becomes everyone’s favorite, pockets currently full with all kinds of treats.

When it’s time to go, the man kisses Xiao’s forehead goodbye, promising to be back in an hour and a half for a break, and grabs the materials. Once he leaves alongside his colleagues, Xiao sighs and, ignoring his temporary caretaker, moves to the bag his dad left, starting to dig out all the candies to put them into its side pocket.

“Whatcha doin’, little guy?” The young man is at his side in two long strides, curiously watching the boy’s actions. Xiao gives him a side eye, before deeming the question plausible and turning back to his task.

“I don’t want them right now. I’ll bring them home and share with mom and dad.”

“I am sure they’ll like that,” Ajax hums, busying himself with the contents of the main section. “Oh, would you look at that! It seems that your dad packed some coloring books, toys and… oh, puzzles! You like puzzles?”

The boy quietly nods. Tiptoeing, he tries to see the two boxes his temporary caretaker is holding, and the young man immediately crouches down to let him look.

“This one is new,” Xiao finally points to the box in his left hand. Ocean blue eyes skim over the picture of a phoenix, drawn in a simple yet elegant style. Yes, that definitely looks like something Mr Rex-Lapis would’ve bought for his child’s entertainment.

“Alright, let's get you behind your dad's desk,” golden eyes sparkle and a glimpse of wonder appears on the boy’s face. Dad showed him his own space at the lounge; it's tidy and organized, with all the necessities sorted inside the drawers and some notes and pictures pinned to the corkboard on the wall to the left. He wants to see them closer!

His caretaker drags the chair back, but climbing on it Xiao performs himself. As Ajax is humming something while tearing off the tape on the puzzle box, the boy turns to look at the photos Mr Rex-Lapis has on display. It’s so funny, really - not so long ago this little fella’s father was an image of reserve to students, no one knew who his wife was or the fact he had two kids. The secretary remembers how just half a year ago he used to be among those only ones who knew of the professor’s secret (which, in reality, wasn’t a secret at all). Why hasn't he ever spilled any info to the students who adore him?

Well, what fun would’ve been in it?

“Is that your big sister?” Xiao quickly glances up, taking notice of how the tall (but not as tall as dad) man hovers over where he is sitting and points at one of the pictures. The boy looks at it again.

“...yes. It’s Ganyu.”

“I have a sister too,” the fond expression on that freckle-covered face and a seemingly lightened color of those ocean-blue eyes disarms the five-year old a little. He blinks, waiting for what more he can tell. “Not one actually. Oh, and I have brothers too. One is your age, by the way!”

“Doesn’t it get too… loud?” Small hands reach for the carton box, lifting the lid.

“It does, in a good way though. But when our two huskies join in on the fun… Let’s just say it’s a good thing we have our own house.”

“You have dogs? That’s so cool! I want to have a pet too,” Xiao unceremoniously empties the contents onto the table, yet carefully places the lid with the picture against the monitor of the computer. “Mom promised that when I get older, they’ll buy me a bird.”

“Oh? You love those?”

“Mhm… Maybe we’ll buy something as pretty as…” he pauses, looking at the fiery bird. Ajax quickly realizes the struggle.

“A fo-nuhks,” Xiao prompts.

“Yeah… A fee-niks.”

As the minutes tick by, the boy’s initial hostility seems to evaporate. He still doesn’t talk unnecessarily much, but he does talk to Ajax, so that's progress. He is quite quick to finish the puzzles, and his temporary caretaker makes sure to praise the child. They talk a bit more about their respective families, Xiao even introduces him to his dragon companion. And the gingerhead picks the small fox-shaped keychain his elder sister knitted for him to play toy pals.

For another half an hour it manages to entertain the boy, but as the end of the class is nearing, he grows more and more distracted, glancing either at the door or the clock hanging high on the wall. It’s not hard to guess he is missing his father and is anticipating his return, but both Zhongli and Ajax can do nothing to just speed the time.

What professor can do though, is excusing his class ten minutes earlier, quite happy they got to get through all the material he prepared for this lecture. Bidding the students goodbye, he locks the door of the auditorium with his suitcase inside and puts the key in the pocket of his fancy vest to come back in twenty minutes.

When Zhongli enters the teacher’s lounge, he finds the secretary showing his son something on his own laptop. However, once Xiao’s eyes spot his dad’s figure in the doorframe, the little guy is down from his chair and running all the way to the man.

“Dad!” Mr Rex-Lapis barely has time to close the door and scoot down to catch his son, who nearly bumps into his legs, threatening the man’s balance. Finally in his arms, with his own tiny ones tightly wrapped around strong neck, the carbon copy of Zhongli happily smiles and Ajax has to rub his eyes to make sure he is not hallucinating. Wow, this boy can smile like that (sorry, my guy, you are just not his favorite, though now tolerable at least).

“Hello, Xiao,” Zhongli plants an affectionate kiss on his son’s cheek. “I see you’ve missed me,” the words are answered with eager nods. “Did you have fun with Ajax?” At least some of it.

The gingerhead lifts his eyebrow when the boy looks back at him, holds the gaze of ocean blue eyes for a moment, and then turns to his father once more.

“I suppose.”

The older man has to clear his throat with a polite cough so as not to break into a smile at the image of the assistant's slack jaw.

“That’s good, my dear.”

“Are we coming home now?” His son wonders, fingers playing with the longer locks of dark brown. Unfortunately, the answer is a dejected sigh.

“I am afraid we are not yet, sweety. But mommy texted me recently that she’ll be able to come get you after my second lecture. And then I’ll have one more.”

At the promise of you soon arriving to take him home, Xiao’s just building pout quickly disappeared. It’s okay, he can wait for a little bit longer. And that fox-like man isn’t bad, his company is quite nice. He even showed him some pictures of his family - almost all of them are ginger. Oh, and he promised to download some simple games onto his dad’s computer so he could play. And he still has his coloring books back there and he believes he saw you packing a small book - there is plenty to entertain him with.

Only for all these thoughts and motivation to be shuttered when someone knocked on the door and a second later some student’s head pushed through the gap. None of the three people currently present in the room could’ve anticipated what a black hole is about to be opened.

“Good afternoon, is Mr Rex-La- Oh, professor, you are here! We were wondering if we could take the key to leave our bags inside? As always? Oh, hey kiddo- Wait, a kid???”

“Dad, who is it?”

“DAD!?”

Before anyone could do anything, loud gasps break their way into the lounge. It appeared that almost the whole group was standing in the hall and heard everything crystally clear. Of course students are curious. Of course, they know about professor Rex-Lapis’ kid - the news and that cute picture from an online lecture were still the talk of the whole faculty just a couple of months ago. Of course, they want to see those sweet cheeks for crying out loud!

Ajax is the one who has to get everyone who does not belong in the room out and calm them all down as more than a dozen youngsters beg and plead with Zhongli to bring his baby boy to the lecture. And the said baby boy doesn’t help the situation either, looking at his father with those striking eyes, silently asking to stay with him. “I’m gonna sit very-very quiet,” he even promises.

Is it really a surprise that Xiao ends up sitting at his dad’s desk with his coloring books while the man is reading a lecture? (Students almost crumbled when their tall, handsome, enigmatic history professor walked into the auditorium with his son’s tiny hand clasped in his? Look, he even had to bend his body a little to do so!)

And, as much as students want to gush all over their favorite professor’s small-sized carbon copy, they keep their best behavior, because the situation gives the “once in a century” vibes and they’d be damned to destroy the magic of the moment.

Well, maybe a little, because the smallest interactions between Zhongli and his son as the man lets his students finish writing down information from the current slide are mind-blowing. Groupchat-blowing too.

Even cuter the whole occurrence becomes when the boy stops drawing and lifts his head, curious of what his dad is speaking about. He turns slightly in order to see the presentation, golden eyes skimming over the pictures and words, though he does not understand most of it. But it’s alright though - he can listen to his father instead.

Zhongli is pleasantly surprised when no one can answer one of his revision questions and Xiao lifts his hand, giving him the answer he wanted (he misspells the word a little, sure, but he knew the right response nonetheless). Aaaand that’s probably when the students finally lose it.

By the time the lesson is over and Zhongli meets with you in the teacher’s lounge to pass your very happy and very proud son to you so you two could be on your merry way home, the man feels a little drained. Nothing that can’t be fixed by your tender cheek kiss and soft rubbing on his back, but he still exhales heavily and swears that when he comes home, you are in for a new story.

And by what Ajax had time to tell while you’ve been waiting, you're sure it’s going to be a hilarious one.

taglist: @meimeimeirin Cause I remember how you once said you'd love to see more of this AU

[maxislvt]

If requests are still open, could you please do Soft!Dark!Daddy!CEO!Carol forcing herself on Secretary!Reader? Bonus points if she's trying to convince Reader to become her sugar baby.

warnings: smut, coercion, imbalanced power dynamics, daddy kink, strap on usage

sorry this took four centuries

"We both know you want me, just take the offer. I promise it's much better than working at a desk all day."

The fabric covered bulge pressing against your ass was too much on its own. It was overstimulating when combined with the fact you were forcefully bent over a desk by your boss of all people. Carol had always been a little inappropriate towards you, but you never thought it'd get that bad.

"Ms. Danvers, you have to stop! You have a meeting in-" Your attempt to push Carol away only earned a harsh slap on your backside. A low moan escaped from your lips before you could catch it. "I'm not interested in your proposition! Now let me go!" Every time you pushed Carol simply pushed back twice as hard.

"All they do is try to squeeze my pockets dry, but you're always there to make sure that doesn't happen. Don't you think you deserve a reward for keeping this company safe?" Carol pulled away just long enough to spin you around so your back was against the desk. Her hands groped at your ass before stripping your lower half. "Just let this happen, okay? Being my baby is so much better than worrying about those shit heads."

Another moan escaped your lips as Carol swirled the tip of her strap-on around your clit. "M-Ms. Danvers, this is really inappropriate! I can't- I can't just quit my job because you want to date me!" You tried pushing Carol off of you only to have your forcefully pinned to the side. Before you could even complain, your boss had buried herself deep inside your walls. "Ah- no! Stop that, please!"

Carol held both of your wrists with one hand and used the other one to stroke your face. "Shush, it's okay baby. You don't have to quit if you don't want to. That just means we'll have to keep it a secret." She whispered into your ear as she began rutting into you. A smile spread across her face as your moan started to get louder. "That's it, just let daddy make you feel good."

The title should've made you uncomfortable. It should've disgusted you how your boss had forced herself on to you and then took control of your body like it was nothing. But it didn't. The wetness leaking from your cunt and onto Carol's pants was proof enough. "Fine, fine! You win, just ah- we can't be late to this meeting!" You attempted to squirm away only for Carol to pull you back down flush against her hips.

"Awe, you're such a hard worker, but daddy would much rather spend time with you today. Why don't you clear my schedule for me, hm?" Carol reached into her back pocket and handed you her phone. "Go ahead, do your job since you want to work so bad." She watched as you hopelessly fumbled with her cellphone to make calls.

You took a deep breath and held the phone close to your ear, hoping the caller wouldn't hear the vulgar sounds coming from your pussy. "Uhm, hello. This is Ms. Danvers' secretary speaking. I was calling to tell you that-" You nearly screamed when Carol started playing with your clit. "That she unfortunately has to cancel today's meeting due to…uh, personal matters. Would it be fine if we rescheduled at the same time tomorrow? I- we could arrange a hotel room for you if necessary!" The call felt like it went on forever. Usually you were so quick with your responses.

"You're doing such a good job for daddy. We can buy you something really cute once I'm done with you for the day." She stroked your cheek like you were some sort of pet. "You want a reward, don't you?" She affectionately squeezed your cheeks.

You nodded, unsure of what else to do. You didn't want to watered down to some human fleshlight, but Carol was much too strong for you to fight. All you could do was obey. "I- daddy, I think I'm gonna cum!" Your declaration lit a fire in Carol. Her thrusts became tougher. If you weren't on the brink of the best orgasm of your life, you would've been worried about breaking the desk. "Fuck, fuck, I'm cumming! Sorry-" A wave of arousal shot through your body and right out onto Carol's pants.

"Fuck, baby. Are you always this messy or are you just happy to have a new daddy?" Her thrusts got slower until she was sure your orgasm was over. She slid out and sat down in her chair. "Ah ah ah, let daddy see you." She spread your legs apart and marveled at the mess between them. "You're such a pretty thing." She whispered before dipping her finger into your cunt.

[thewritersaddictions]

Drabbles: Resident Evil 4- Body Talk

How might they react when they find out you don't like something about yourself?

Leon S. Kennedy

Leon is the sunshine, optimist, glass half full in your relationship. He's even like that when you tell him you're pregnant; even if he's gotta be the government work dog, he won't let that stop him from having a family. Your pregnancy goes bad; your baby comes out with all ten fingers and ten toes. The problem is it doesn't go to plan. You had been hoping for an at-home birth, but plans changed. Instead, your baby girl had decided that she didn't want to come out before her due date or even on her due date. She had opted to put you in a whole day's worth of labor, and that's when the doctors had called it. "We need to do a c-section." The plea of shock and unpreparedness was written all over your face, and your husband could see it.

"If that's what's best." He had said, and squeezed your hand. "it will be okay, baby." He had noted into your sweaty forehead. You don't remember much from your emergency c-section. You remember hearing your daughter scream and how beautiful she was when you saw her for the first time. Weeks later, you still think the same thing. It not until you're showering a month later does the reality of how fucked your body looks now hit you like a semi-truck into a brick wall.

You stand there in your panties and supportive bra. You aren't staring at yourself in the mirror. You're just staring at your no longer large belly. The c-section wound is still exposed to the air around, and you hold your hand over your belly. It aches and hurts. Leon comes in with your daughter in his arms. Lola, your whole world alerts you to their presence, and you try to grab your robe quickly. "What's wrong, baby?" Your husband acts like you; he reads people for a living, really, so you aren't surprised that you aren't able to just walk away from it. "Just lookin' at myself is all." You say as you tie the knot of your robe covering your body from him.

"You don't have to hide from me, ya know." Leon's words are soft and calming, but still, you can't imagine him looking at you the same ever again. That's because you don't see yourself the same way anymore. "Where do you keep going? Talk to me, love." Leon says as he takes a seat on the edge of your bed. Lola babbling in her sleep. You swallow hard as the tears you've been trying to keep at bay strike their revenge on you. "My body isn't normal anymore, my tummy won't ever be falt again, and I'll always have this damn scar, Leon." You ramble on, "I hate this feeling. You're doing all the work. I want to help, but I can't." Leon just listens and waits for you to finish. When you huff with frustration he knows you're done. "Baby, will you take a breath for a second." He says, and you do take a breath a deep inhale and exhale.

"Now, will you listen to me when I say what I'm about to say?" You nod, "You are beautiful to me, and I know that's not how you view yourself. I also know that you grew our baby girl here. You literally made a life." You interrupt him, "Hey, you helped too." You say giving your husband credit. Leon rolls his eyes, "Yeah, I did, but I don't want you to worry about trying to help right now. You need to heal, and like I said, you did all the work to get her here in the world. So please worry about healing and taking the time you need. I'm tellin' you right now, though, and I'll still keep lovin' your body no matter what." Leon admits to you. You bite your lower lip to hold the tears back. He gets up from the edge of the bed and walks over to you, kissing your lips. "Day by day, honey." You nod and kiss him back.

Albert Wesker

Albert had a strict dress code for working with him. White button-ups, paired with a black pencil skirt, expect you didn't fit the dress code. The dress code had been there for years before you arrived; you almost laughed in Alberts's face when he hired you as his secretary. Of course, it had grown into something else when he had asked you on a date and then another. Before you knew it, he asked you to move in with him. Still, you worked as his secretary. He liked how you filled out a pair of jeans, so he didn't mind spending your lunch break with him at a fancy restaurant or delivering meals.

The dress code only bothers you once you hear the other women working in the office commenting and talking about you. Their words are hurtful and strike something in your core. "She's such a charity case. That's the only reason he's with her. He feels bad for her." "I know, right? He could do so much better. Hell, she doesn't even follow the damn dress code." "It's because of her weight. You can see how fat she is in her face." You bee-line back to your desk outside of Albert's office. You shake your head as you sit in your chair. They might be right, though all your jeans are worn out between the thighs. Maybe you are just a charity case to Albert.

"Come on, darling, it's time to go home," Albert says as he exits his office. "Okay." You murmur quietly. You're quick to grab your things, and Albert waits for you patiently at the elevator doors. Waiting only causes more panic to settle in your body. "I think we should take the stairs." You say quickly. "why?" Albert asks, almost offended you'd suggest the stairs compared to the elevator. "I just thought it would be good for both of us since we've been cooped up in the office." You say but are distracted by the ding of the elevator doors opening. "Maybe next time, darling." When you arrive home, Albert tells you that he's making dinner. But you aren't listening, opting for listening to the words playing ring around the rosey in your head.

"Darling, dinners done," Albert yells across the large apartment. He has to come find you. You're sitting in your closet. Jeans and clothes surrounding you. "Did you not hear me?" "Huh." "Come to eat dinner with me." He says once more before reaching his hand for you to grab. You don't take it and push yourself up from the ground. Your whole demeanor sets all the alarms off for Albert, but he's trying not to guess the worst thing first. He follows you tot he dinning room, and when you play with your food instead of eating it sets off my alarms.

"Are you feeling alright, darling?" He asks, worried. "I'm alright, just not hungry tonight, is all." You tell him, "Okay." Albert says, even if he doesn't believe you. The next day, when he calls you into his office and offers you lunch, you deny him again, and before he can't a word in edgewise, you're back out at your desk. This morning had also been different. You had worn something less you to work. You had stiffed through all your clothes in search of a pencil skirt and a nice blouse. It's when he ventures out and hears his employyees talking amoungest themselves and hears your name that it clicks.

"Did you see she tried today, at least?" "yeah, but it's not like she looks good." "Mr. Wesker probably wasn't gonna take it much longer, and she is trying to get back in his good graces." "Well, let's be honest, nothing will fit her lookin' as fat as she does." Albert is seething, itching to catch them in the middle of gossiping, but he's far more concerned about where you are. That's when you come popping out of the stairwell. "My office now!" he demands the second he sees you. You scramble to get together and to his office before his door slams. "what's wrong, Albert?" Worry is etched in your voice. "what's wrong? What's wrong? You haven't been eating for the past two days, and what are you wearing?" About way too many questions are hurdled in your direction. "What do you mean? I told you I haven't been hungry, and I'm wearing what's in the dress code for the company." I say.

"That's such bullshit. What happened to your comfy jeans and t-shirts?" You shrugged, not really knowing what to say to him. "I guess I… wanted to change it up." You offer, but Albert shakes his head. "No, I know you; I know that wearing those fucking pencil skirts gives you horrible chub rub between your thighs and that you feel ten times better in your own jeans. So you are going to tell me the truth about why you're suddenly not eating and changing everything about yourself." Albert demands you. You fumble with your hands, "I overheard some girls talking about you and me and how you might think I'm a charity case, along with my weight being an issue. I thought maybe I could get better. Change a few things so you wouldn't wanna leave me."

Your words are raw, and so is the look of utter anger steaming under the sadness of you thinking you are enough for him. "Listen to me and listen real good. I like… no, I love the way your body is, and I like the fact that you don't wear all the preppy shit the others wear. I want your ass in a good pair of jeans and an old college t-shirt. I love you when you're comfortable, and about the leaving part, that's never happening. Because unlike those dimwits out there with their personality shoved up their asses. You've got everything I need."

You smile wide as you walk across his office and hug him. He hugs you back, "I know you wanna go fire thoses people, but you can't." You say into his ear, "No, but I can fuck right here and let you be as loud as you want so everyone you belong to me." Albert offers, you blush hard, "You can fire one of them!" "Nah, they're not worth it anyways."

Completed on: 11/16/23

Posted on: 02/04/24

[2-guns-b1tch]

Midnight Visitor

Rating: Explicit +18

Pairing: BTAA! Scarecrow x F!Reader

I really wanted to write something about the Scarecrow from the Audio Adventures. I love his voice and his mannerisms so much. Sorry if this a little OOC, i think i wasn't able to portray him exactly right, but I hope you like this and let me now if I forgot to mention a trigger warning.

Ao3

+18 Minors DNI!!! Fear Play, Mildly Dubious Consent, Breathplay if you squint, Vaginal Sex.

The waiting room is practically empty when you come in. The only person in there is Miss Gold and she seems to be getting ready to leave for her lunch break.

"Hello, Miss Gold," your voice breaks the silence, making her jump on her chair.

Miss Gold snaps her head in your direction, laughing softly with a hand on her chest when she realizes is actually you.

"Oh, hello, Mrs. Crane. I was sou caught that you startled me."

Miss Gold has been Jonathan's secretary for almost two years. She was a little shorter than you, wearing high heels to make up for the missing inches. Her round, rosy cheeks reminded you of a peach, matching her plumper silhouette. Her clothes were often pastel and soft, which made her stand out in the dull environment of the clinic.

Although Miss Gold was sweet and helpful, she always had this nervous expression on her face, looking like she was on the verge of an anxiety attack constantly. You needed to have a conversation with Jonathan to find out what kind of pressure he was putting on the poor secretary.

"I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to sneak in like this," you say, approaching her table. "I came to bring Jonathan's lunch. Is he here?"

Miss Gold nods, "Yes, he is, dear. Would you like me to let him know you're here?"

"You don't have to, thank you. Go enjoy your lunch, Miss Gold. I will take care of the doctor now.”

You say goodbye before she leaves and you knock on Jonathan's door, his voice on the other end signaling you to come in.

"What's so important, Miss-" Jonathan lifts his head towards you, the annoyed expression on his face being washed away when he lays his eyes on you, a small smile forming on the corners of his lips.

You can't help but shiver as you walk over to his desk. The old, dark furniture gave the room a gloomy air, the dim lights creating strange shadows. But what made you feel more uneasy were the old Argus Studios posters hanging on the walls. Basil Karlo's wicked gaze followed you wherever you went.

You try to shake off that feeling when Jonathan gets up and meets you halfway.

"What do I owe the pleasure of your honorable presence?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

You pull him by his orange tie – the same one you had gifted him last Christmas – until he was at your level and you could kiss him on the cheek.

"You forgot that at home, so I thought I'd stop by to deliver it to you," you lift the lunchbox, handing it to him.

He slaps a hand on his forehead, giving a breathy chuckle as he shakes his head. "What would I do without my dear wife?"

"You would probably end up forgetting your head somewhere," you pat him at the shoulder before sitting down on the therapy couch.

Jonathan just nods, sitting next to him. He opens the package, admiring for a few seconds what you had packed before he started eating.

You watch him finish the salad in just a few bites and then stuff his mouth full of spaghetti. He licks his lips, letting out a few moans of delight between bites.

"Good to know you still like my food," you comment out Loud.

"How could I not? That was one of the main reasons I married you."

You try to look offended by giving him a weak slap on the arm, but you can't hide your smile when he starts laughing.

"You're terrible!"

"You can't go back now. Until death do us part, remember?" he shrugs as if there's nothing you can do. “Besides, we both know you’re crazy about me."

You roll your eyes at him, but your fingers troke your wedding ring, a warm sensation spreading across your chest.

"You look hungry. What would you have eaten if I hadn’t brought your lunch?"

He shrugs as he finishes chewing. "I probably would have asked Miss Gold to buy me something. Don't worry."

But it was impossible not to worry. In these last months, Jonathan left early in the morning and returned only late at night. He said he was too busy at the office and that you shouldn't wait for him awake. Even then you always woke up when he arrived home and helped him take off his clothes, only being able to talk for a few minutes until he fell asleep exhausted.

Of course you were grateful for the comfortable life his jobs provided, and you were very proud of his career as a doctor and professor, but you didn't want him to work until he killed himself.

You run your fingers through his hair, brushing a few strands off his forehead. He definitely needed a cut. On top of that, he looked even thinner and the dark circles under his eyes were getting bigger. But even after all these years together, he was still the man of your dreams. A little mean and weird, but you didn't want it any other way.

Jonathan stares at you, his gaze as warm and loving as ever. But at the same time it seemed so far away, as if he wasn't really there.

"Today they're going to reprise some classic horror movies. What do you think? You, me, a bucket of popcorn?" you propose.

"I'm sorry, dear. Not today. I have some tests that I need to go through and-" Jonathan begins to explain himself, but you interrupt him.

"It's okay, you have work to do. I get it.”

You bite your tongue, hating how angry you sound. You didn't want to take your frustrations out on him, but you missed Jonathan so much. You missed dancing with him as he hummed some silly music he made up. To watch the classic horror movies he loved so much. To simply be able to talk to him without Jonathan falling asleep in the middle of a sentence. And you missed the sex, too.

Jonathan was still affectionate, of course, but the caresses and touches boiled down to a quick kiss before he left or a hug when he arrived. Nothing more than that. Now, Jonathan left a void around the house, like a ghost walking in the halls.

He places the lunch box on the coffe table, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "You're upset, I understand.”

You move your gaze to your lap. "I'm not upset. I'm just... tired. I’ve barely seen you these last few days."

He puts his hand over yours, his skin feeling cold against your own.

"I know these past months have been difficult. But I'll make it up to you," he strokes your cheek, tilting your chin to look into your eyes. "I promise."

You really want to believe him, but a part of you suspects that these are empty promises. This behavior will keep repeating itself and you will keep forgiving him, until eventually you drift further apart.

A paranoid little voice in the back of your mind suggests a hypothesis for Jonathan's absence and you hate yourself for thinking about something like that. What if he was cheating on you? What if all this distance over the past few months was actually someone between you.

Jonathan wasn't that kind of man, but the voice kept repeating. What if? What if he had grown tired of you? What if that person was more beautiful? Or more interesting? What if they made him happier than you?

The idea makes your stomach turn and you swallow dry. You pull your hand from his grip, getting up from the couch.

"I should go," you say as you put the lunchboxes back in the bag. "After all, you have a lot of work to do."

You feel numb as Jonathan follow you to the door, barely feeling the goodbye kiss he places on your forehead.

You wish you had walked out of the office hoping that things would get better or at least satisfied that this is just a temporary crisis that all couples have to face at some point.

Instead, doubt and a feeling of distress accompany you all the way home.

——

You stir awake, being pulled slowly from your dreams. Everything seems hazy and fuzzy as you run you fingers over Jonathan’s bedside, but you only find his side cold and empty. You sigh in frustration, letting your head sink against the pillow again. You should be used to it by now.

The alarm on your bedside table signals that it's past midnight, the numbers on the digital clock flashing through the darkness of the room. You snuggle under the covers again, almost forgetting what woke you up in the first place. Sleep is so tempting and you start to drift off.

But an insistent sound keeps you awake. You stare at the ceiling, your eyes getting used to the darkness as you begin to make out what exactly the noise was.

Steps. Someone was walking around the apartment.

You pull the sheets, the sole of your foot meeting the cold floor. You try not to assume the worst as you get out of bed. Maybe it was just Jonathan coming home from work.

You step into the hallway, turning on the switch, but the light bulb flickers a few time before the shadows envelop you once more. You sigh, cursing yourself silently. The hallway light wasn’t working properly and you were supposed to change it weeks ago.

You walk slowly with your arms extended in front of your body so you don’t bump into anything until you can reach the bathroom door. You turn the lights on and a momentary feeling of safety rushes over you. Everything looks okay in the bathroom, so you decide to let the lights on and the door open to let a little bit o the light illuminate the hallway.

After that you go to check the living room and the kitchen. Your thin nightgown isn't enough to keep you warm on that cold night and you hug yourself, a shiver running through your skin.

You finally go to the front door to test the handle. To your relief, is locked and the bolt was in place. Even though you lived in a safe neighborhood you still had your fears, after all, Gotham is Gotham. You can never be too sure.

Maybe it was just a dream? You wonder for a second until you notice the light in Jonathan's office leaking through the small crack in the door. As you get closer, the sound of mumbling and papers being flipped through becomes more noticeable. Jonathan was really incorrigible. After hours at his office, he brought even more work home.

"Jon, you should go to bed," you stop in front of the door, rubbing your eyes until they get used to the brightness of the room.

You had the clear image of Jonathan in your head. He'd be sitting behind his desk with a tired expression on his face, pen hanging loose in his hand while he is finishing giving grades fos his students’ tests. You would whisper in a sweet tone and stroke his hair until he agreed to follow you back to bed.

Instead, your heart sinks as your eyes fall on the stranger leaning over Jonathan's desk, papers scattered everywhere. He was tall and thin, wearing a brown suit. His face was covered by a patched mask, a rope around his neck.

You've heard and read countless stories about him, but you never expected that one day you'd come face to face with the Scarecrow.

Sleep is a distant thing now. The adrenaline coursing through your veins makes your whole body tense, your feet stuck on the ground. Your instincts scream at you to run, fight, do anything, but the idea of moving seems impossible. All you can do is watch transfixed as Scarecrow stares at you from across the room, a heavy, suffocating silence forming between the two of you.

For some reason he seems as surprised as you do, as if he didn't expect someone to show up.

He walks around the table with slow steps, his hands raised in the air. "Hush. I didn't come here to hurt you," he sounds calm and... strangely familiar. But the grim smile sewn into his mask doesn't help to reassure you.

This is like a nightmare. The kind where you stay in the same place while running, unable to distance yourself from the monster that chases you, no matter how hard you try. But now, the monster wouldn't disappear when you opened your eyes. No matter how much you blink, he's still there.

He's only a few inches away, his hand almost touching your arm, when your feet finally work again and you run out of the room, heading towards the kitchen.

You can hear the Scarecrow right behind you through the rapid beating of your heart, his footsteps reverberating against the hardwood floor, but you don't dare look back.

Your first extinct is to open one of the drawers to grab the biggest knife you can find. You turn just in time to see the Scarecrow standing in the kitchen doorway, your trembling hands gripping the handle of the knife as you point the blade at him. The shadows cast strange shapes on his face, making the smile on his mask seem even bigger. For a moment he looks like one of the monsters from Jonathan's movies.

"Don't come closer!" you scream.

He ignores your order, taking one step toward you and then another. Approaching in the same careful manner that a predator approaches its prey.

You swallow, your wobbly legs seeming to be unable to bear your own weight. "If you come any closer I-I... I'm going to hurt you."

He pauses for a moment, tilting his head as he studies you. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves ma’am. You don't want to make any rash decisions."

"Stay away from me! My husband is going to arrive any moment and he's going to-"

The Scarecrow throws his head back in a cruel laugh that sends a shiver down your spine, as if you've said something stupid.

"Look at you, trying to rationalize with fear. So brave," he shakes his head, approaching again.

With every step he takes, you take another step back in a futile attempt to increase the distance between you. You keep retreating until you're backed against the kitchen counter and that's when it lunges at you. He slaps your hand, throwing your knife across the room.

You try to scream, but he presses his hand over your mouth to muffle your cries for help. You flinch at the sensation of the cold leather of his gloves on your skin, his fingers sinking into the flesh of your arm.

You're like a deer at headlights, too scared to fight for your survival. He was so close now, you could see his eyes through the holes in the mask, deep brown circles staring back at you. His pupils were dilated, he was enjoying it.

To your horror, he presses his face against your neck. He inhales deeply against your skin, letting out a satisfied hum. The hair on the back of your neck stands up and you shiver against his grip.

"You’re afraid, aren’t you? You’re afraid, and it’s delicious,” he whispers close to your ear, his voice becoming dark and low as he takes a sharp inhale. "Mmm. You fear is so sweet, I can almost taste it on my tongue. Oh, darling. You're terrified," he laughs hoarsely.

You close your eyes so tightly that you can see little white spots. The whole world seems to spin and you feel dizzy. Would he drug you with the fear gas that all the news have been talking about? Or maybe force you to swallow some of the drugs he makes that look like Halloween candy? You can only think of Jonathan coming home to find your lifeless body lying on the kitchen floor.

The sob you let out goes almost unnoticed and you think he'll just ignore you, but the Scarecrow leans back, your eyes meeting as tears roll down your face.

"Shhh. No crying. Those aren't the kind of tears I want from you," he says in a soft, almost soothing tone as he strokes your hair. "I'll let you talk now, but don't scream. Got it?"

You nod as best you can and he finally pulls his hand off of you. Your tongue feels heavy inside your mouth when you try to speak.

"Wha... What are you going to do with me?" you ask.

"I'm still deciding," he shrugs.

"I don't have anything you want."

"Maybe I don't want something you have. Maybe I want you to do something for me. Have you thought about that?"

His words take a second to fully hit you. You wish you had misunderstood, but it was impossible not to notice the way he looked at you, how his eyes traveled up and down your body. Your breath gets caught in your throat and you shake your head.

"Please don't. I... I have a husband and he-"

Scarecrow interrupts you with a loud sigh. "You keep talking about your husband, but where is he?"

You open your mouth to answer him, but close it right away, pressing your lips into a thin line. You didn't know where Jonathan really was. Maybe he wasn't even in the office. What if he had lied to you?

He continues in a low tone, as if he's telling you a secret. "What kind of husband leaves his wife like that? So lonely. So vulnerable," one of his hands goes down slowly to caress the bare flesh of your thigh while the other grips your waist. You are startled by the feeling of his hands on you, how his touch is surprisingly slow and sensual. You find yourself thinking about Jonathan for a second before remembering that he's not the one touching you.

"Were you waiting for him? That's why you're wearing this nightgown? How lovely," his laugh makes your cheeks heat up. "Lucky me."

He drags his hand up your stomach, running along your sides, teases one of your breasts until your nipple is a stiffen bud underneath your nightgown. You try to look distant on the outside, but it’s impossible to deny the wetness forming between your legs. You bite the inside of your cheek hard enough to hold in any noises.

You don't want that. You don't want his hands on you. You don't want his body against yours. But you can't remember the last time you felt wanted. It's been so long since you and Jonathan had sex. You're so tired of feeling alone.

Even with these ideas running through your head, you place a hand against his chest, opening up a bit of space between the two of you.

"No. That's not right," you say, "I don't... I don't want this."

"Oh, don't be like that," he whispers, rubbing his face against you neck. "That could be our little secret. I'm not going to tell anyone. I promise."

The air is drawn out of your lungs, as if you've been punched in the stomach. You turn your head slowly, the words stuck in your throat.

"Jonathan?" you mutter.

His body tenses suddenly, and he tilts his head back, staring at you wide-eyed, like a child who just got caught with his hand inside the cookie jar. How could you not have noticed before? Maybe it was fear confusing your senses, but all the signs were there. The same tall, slender silhouette, the long limbs, the deep brown eyes. The same voice. The same laugh.

He breaks the silence with a low laugh, shaking his head.

"I knew I couldn't fool your forever. You always have been so smart."

He lifts the mask slowly, revealing every bit of his face. The face you knew so well. Jonathan's face.

A million questions cross your mind, but before you can say anything Jonathan presses you against the counter again, capturing your lips.

You gasp and throw a fist into his chest, pressing your teeth against his bottom lip, biting hard enough to hurt, but this jusy makes Jonathan growls like a mad dog. His hands run all over your body, not knowing where to stop. He tugs at your nightgown, the cold air sending shivers through your skin as he grabs and squeezes every bit of flesh he can reach.

The kiss is demanding and sloppy, his hot tongue trailing across your lips and invading your mouth. All you can do is hold on to Jonathan as if your life depended on it, making him grunt as your nails sink into his covered back.

There's something familiar about how your bodies move in sync. A sensual dance that the two of you had done thousands of times before. But now there's a hunger behind Jonathan's movements, something possessive, as if he won’t let you escape. Maybe you were as hungry as he was.

The next moment your world changes perspective as Jonathan turns you around, lowering you down onto the kitchen counter until your cheek is pressed against the cold surface. You moan softly as he lifts the thin material of your nightgown, his mouth leaving warm kiss on the skin of your back.

He pulls your panties down, kicking your legs apart. You were practically naked, while Jonathan was fully clothed, having only taken off his mask and gloves. You feel so exposed, nothing to hide yourself while Jonathan stares at you laid bare before him.

You can hear him shuffling behind you, undoing his own belt and pants in a hurry. You turn your head just in time to see him approaching, his flushed cock pressing against your pussy, making you both grunt together. You don't even care if it hurts, all you want is Jonathan inside you. Filling you completely. Fuck, you want him so bad.

He gathers some of your wetness, his dick sliding in between your folds in slow movements. You moan softly when the tip catches on your clit, the sweet sensation making you buckle your hips towards him.

"Jonny..." you whine, "Please."

Jonathan laughs in a mocking tone, but you know he's not in the mood for teasing either.

You’re wet enough so there is no resistance as he presses intou you, your walls stretching to accommodate his cock. Jonathan moves slowly, leaving you’re both panting when he’s fully inside you. The pain and the pleasure mix deliciously, you missed him so much.

The first thrust takes the air out of your lungs. The second makes your legs tremble. The third makes your back arch and a sweet sound leave your lips. He keeps rutting against you, slow and deep. The wet sound of your bodies combined and your moans reverberate through the walls.

"You're the perfect victim, you know?" he says in between grunts, "You're so beautiful when you're scared. Oh, and when you started running – Fuck... I almost lost my mind. I wanted to take you right there on the floor."

You clench around him, driving him even deeper into you. Jonathan realizes the effect his words have on you, giving you a breathless chuckle.

"Did you like that? Do you like the idea of a maniac fucking you?"

The idea shouldn't be so tempting, but you can't stop thinking about Jonathan hiding in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal himself and pull you into the darkness with him, where he could do whatever he wanted to you.

You nod weakly and he grips you tighter, his nails leaving half-moon marks on the soft skin of your waist.  His pace is brutal now, your body moving everytime his hips hits your backside.

"Next time... Hah... I'll give you some of the toxin, just enough to keep you on the edge and a little scared," he takes a sharp breath, throwing his head back, "And then... I'm going to put on my mask and I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop."

You open your mouth, but you can’t form words to save your life, so you reach out behind you

to something to hold until your fingers find the rope around Jonathan’s neck and you pull him towards you. He lets out a surprised sound, turning into a sinful moan. His chest is against your back, his chin resting on your shoulder.

It’s good. It’s so fucking good. You can’t believe you almost forgot how good it was to have him inside you. You make a silent promise to never let him leave again.

One of his hands moves around your body, his fingers meeting your throbbing clit. He makes quick circles around it, pinching and pressing on it hard. For a moment it all seems too much and not enough at the same time. His cock moving inside you, the pressure on your clit. It was overwhelming in the best kind of way.

With your cheek pressed against the counter and tears streaming down your face, you can feel your orgasm approaching. Behind you, Jonathan's movements get more and more out of rhythm and you know he's not that far away either.

He keeps one hand in between your legs while the other lays flat on your mid section, pulling you close to him, your bodies still glued together.

"Tell me -Ah... Tell me who I am,” he mumbles, cheek nuzzled in your temple. “Tell me what I am,” almost sound like he is begging and you could never say no to him.

"Scarecrow!" the word leaves your lips before you know it. "You're the Scarecrow."

"Yes! That’s right! That’s right, good girl. My good girl,” his praise goes straight to your pussy and you squeeze him impossibly tight.

You throw your head back, stretching your neck until you can kiss him. It’s all teeth and tongue while he keeps moving inside you with shallow thrusts.

Your orgasm hits you so hard that almost hurts. The knot in your lower belly finally snaps and the wave of carnal bliss washes over your. Jonathan comes right after you. He curses between clenched teeth, his hips curling, his breath hot on your skin as he fills your cunt with hot wads of cum.

 You both breathe heavily in the middle of the kitchen, your sweaty bodies intertwined perfectly. Thank God he is holding you, because you barely can feel your legs and if it weren’t for him you know you would be on the floor by this point.

Jonathan snuggles up against your neck, murmuring something sweet, but your mind is too hazy now to hear him. You bring a hand up to his head, stroking his hair.

As you come down from you high, reality finally hits you. One of Gotham's most wanted criminals just came inside you and now he's cuddling you. Oh, and coincidentally, he's your husband... Fuck.

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

Russian literature

Warnings: Age difference, teacher-student relationship, alternate universe - pre-canon, alternate universe - canon divergence, slow burn (?)

Word count: 2.0 K

Pairing: Melina Vostokoff x Fem!Reader

Prompt: It is literally a transcript of a dream I had with the actress Rachel Weisz. Modify a bit and change her to her character Melina hers.

Requests: OPEN

[Main masterlist] [Marvel masterlist]

"You may retire to your recess."

Without waiting for any further response from teacher Maria, I took my best friend's hand and my glass of cold coffee and we left the room.

Since we arrived at Italian class in the middle of the day, Daniela repeatedly insisted that at recess time, I had to accompany her to the school cafeteria, since she had not had breakfast.

The Italian teacher was very strict with schedules, so we knew we only had fifteen minutes to get some food (and a candy for me) and another fifteen minutes to eat in peace.

"Do you want to go to the bathroom first?" asked Daniela stopping in front of the bathroom door as I rearranged my top.

"Dani, we don't even have time to eat" we both laughed as I took her hand and dragged her to the main hallway that connected the five buildings on the inside. "Besides, if we don't go right now and we go in the middle of class, the teacher can't ask us any of the vocabulary questions."

"Agh, I know. The lady thinks for some strange reason, we had ALL weekend to study irregular verbs, doesn't she know that her subject is a complementary to my college degree?" we both laughed.

"She's crazy, did you see how she looked at me when I answered 'io vorrei' wrong?"

Before Daniela could answer me, next to her, a woman passed by, with a fair complexion, a big but pretty nose, and beautiful brown hair.

I could see her moving her head from side to side. She was looking for something.

Many people would say it was 'chivalry', my friends (Daniela) that I'm a fucking flirt, but I would say, it was both and neither.

I quickly let go of Daniela's arm, turned and reached for the poor woman.

"Hi, hey, do you need help?"

My stomach turned when I saw her eyes. Oh, my mother. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met.

"Hi, excuse me, do any of you know how to get to the literary studies department?"

That's when I was grateful for studying 'literature' in college. "Oh sure, if you want we can take you there."

I couldn't see her, but I could even notice Daniela's panicked look behind my back.

"Oh, no need, I just don't know which building it's in" commented the woman with a nervous chuckle as she crumpled a piece of paper in her hands.

"We have no problem accompanying you. These hallways can be confusing" The woman gave me a charming smile, to which I responded and we both set out to walk from building 'D' to 'A'. "By the way, my name is Y/N and this is my friend Daniela."

For the first time, the woman looked directly at my friend and my friend just said a small 'hello' and raised her hand in greeting.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Melina."

"Do you study here, Melina?"

Damn, saying her name was completely addictive.

"Not really. Do you?"

"Yes, we are in our third semester of college."

"Third semester, they look so young" she commented raising an eyebrow.

"Well, thank you, but, that doesn't take my years off."

We both laughed while Daniela just followed us without mentioning anything.

After a few minutes, we arrived at the site, where we were quickly greeted by Sabrina, the department secretary.

"Hi Sabrina, how are you?" opened the door Daniela and let us in, as she waved.

"Hi girls, well thank you, how about you?"

"Well, thank you very much for asking."

"Melina, this is Sabrina, the secretary of the study department."

"You are Melina Vostokoff?"

"That's right."

"Oh, Mr. Hudson is busy, but he'll be able to see you in a few minutes, would you like some coffee or something?"

"coffee be excellent" before she sat down in the waiting room, she put down her bag and looked at me and my friend. "Do you have classes to go to?"

"Yes…" Dani spoke

"No," I said.

She looked at us confused.

"Well, actually, we do have classes, but, it's nothing major."

"You know what" Daniela interrupted me "Can we have a few minutes?" she asked Melina "We want to go to the bathroom."

"I don't want to."

Daniela pinched me causing me to gasp.

"If you want."

She took my hand and dragged me to the bathrooms.

"Look, Y/N I don't know what you're up to and if you want to continue being a flirty fucking whore, but, we absolutely cannot skip Italian class, just because you want to stick your tongue down that woman's throat."

"Daniela, don't be a spoilsport, what can happen if we don't show up for the second half?"

"I don't know and I don't even want to find out. Let's go," she tried to grab my arm and pull me, but I held on to the door frame.

"I'm not leaving."

"Y/N, please let's go."

"No Daniela, if you want to go, go ahead, but I'm not leaving."

Daniela just frowned, pursed her lips, looked me up and down as her face turned red as a tomato. She was furious. But she left.

I walked over to the sink, drank some water and combed my hair and checked my makeup and clothes and walked out of the bathroom.

I entered the study department again and found a Melina sipping coffee, while on the coffee table, there was another coffee and multiple cookies.

"Oh, I asked Sabrina for another coffee, in case you'd like some."

"Thank you."

I sat down and quickly took a sip.

"Where is your friend?"

"She had to go."

We were both silent for a while, until a doubt came to me.

"May I know what you're going to talk to Mr. Hudson for?"

"I was hired to teach the Russian literature class."

Several of my friends were in French, Spanish, Latin American and other literature classes. But none of them had gotten into Russian, no one was interested.

"Oh, it sounds very interesting."

"Are you going into the classroom?"

"Of course. My favorite author is Russian"

"Really, who is it?"

"Vladimir Lenin"

"Excuse me, Mrs. Vostokoff," Sabrina interrupted us. "Mr. Hudson is ready to receive you."

"Oh thank you" she gathered her belongings and before walking to Professor Hudson's office, she turned to see me "Thank you so much for helping me."

"You're welcome, Mrs. Vostokoff," I winked at her, eliciting a chuckle.

She walked a few steps, so I turned to go back to my classroom, but her voice stopped me.

"Oh, by the way, Lenin was a politician. Not a writer."

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Well boys, that concludes today's class."

As I watched all my classmates gather their things and head out the door. I grabbed my notebook, pen and cell phone and stuffed it in my bag, but I stood watching as Melina began to close her laptop.

"Do you need anything T/N?"

"I wanted to ask if…can I buy you breakfast?"

She stopped putting her things away and looked me straight in the eye.

"Invite me, where to?"

"I know a coffee shop that's near here."

"Good" She finished putting her things away and put on her brown trench coat, it matched his eyes. Carefully, he rested her right hand on my left cheek and stroked my cheekbone with her thumb. "How many times have I told you to stop calling me 'you'?"

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I could confirm that I was fully in love with Melina Vostokoff.

For years I found it disgusting to eat in the company of someone outside my family circle. Because even when I was across the table, I could hear people chewing and swallowing; some even do it with their mouths open. It made me very, very disgusted.

But to see the Russian's white cheeks puffy from chewing her waffles, while her right hand tried to hide her mouth. Her eyes were on mine and her cheeks showed the shadow of a smile.

It was completely adorable.

"Can I tell you something?" asked Melina.

Her voice snapped me out of my trance and forced me to continue eating.

"Sure" I took a sip of my coffee.

"I think it was a bad idea for you to stick my subject into your schedule."

I choked on my coffee, sending me into a coughing fit. She quickly patted my back, causing my cheeks to redden.

"Why do you say that?"

"Are you kidding Y/N?" she guffawed "You suck at remembering anything about Russian literature. I bet you don't even remember one Russian author."

I could not help but laugh. She knew me.

"You're right, I suck."

"So… why are you taking the class?"

"Would you believe me if I told you I was getting into the class…for you?"

She stopped cutting her waffle and looked at me with wide eyes.

"Me?"

"Forgive me, but, you are too beautiful to see from afar."

Before she could answer me, her cell phone started ringing.

She pulled it out and quickly answered.

"Hey honey, is everything okay?" shit, she had a husband, why didn't I think of that great possibility, a woman like her who was single? impossible. "Hey, it's okay, when I get home I'll work it out. I promise. I love you" she hung up.

"Forgive me, I shouldn't have told you what I said. I don't want to interfere in your marriage…" I began to ramble as I tried to put the silverware down on the plate. My hands were shaking, but, she took one between hers.

"Marriage?"

"Ahh, it's not…" point to her cell phone on the table with my eyes.

"She was my oldest daughter, Natasha."

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I knocked on the door three times, and as I listened to the footsteps approaching the door, I arranged my dress and the bouquet of flowers in my hand.

The door opened with a crash.

"Y/N!"

"Yelena"

The little girl jumped into my arms, and even with my hands fully occupied, I was able to carry her.

"Are you coming to see mom?"

"Don't tell your mom, but I'm coming to see you, best friend."

With my index finger, I tapped her nose, causing her to wrinkle it.

"I promise."

"Hello, pretty girl."

Melina came downstairs wearing a white knit sweater I had given her last Christmas and some pants I had helped her buy. They hugged her hips in a phenomenal way. Her butt looked so sexy with them on.

"How are you?" I asked as I stole a kiss . "Iugh" Yelena made noise as if she was going to throw up. Causing me to let go of Melina and tickle the blonde girl.

"Come on little girl, I brought gifts for you and your sister."

"YEI, Nattie, Y/N brought gifts!"

The teenager's footsteps came down to us as her sister began to unwrap her new barbie.

"Hello Y/N"

"Hello red"

Red was my nickname for her. She would only let me call her that.

"What did you bring?"

"I figured you'd like a new skateboard…"

"Are you kidding!"

"Of course not" from the bag I pulled out Natasha's new skateboard, causing the little girl to let out a small squeal.

"Ah Y/N, thank you so much!" She grabbed the skateboard to hug me. I hugged her back. "I love you so much!"

"Did you already say thank you, Yelena?" asked Melina as she did her mom pose. Putting her hands on her waist.

"Thank you so much, Y/N" she also ran to hug me. "I love you."

"I love you too, love bugs…but go play, seize the day."

I didn't have to say it twice for them to run away.

"You didn't have to give them anything," Melina said.

"I know, but, I didn't want to leave my favorite girls without a gift."

"So your favorite girls, huh?"

"Hey, don't be jealous. You're my special girl too" I gave her the bouquet of roses and sunflowers I had bought especially for her.

I saw how her eyes sparkled and she brought her face close to smell the flowers.

"Have I told you that I love you?"

"Did I tell you?"

"Not that I remember," she joked.

"I love you, then."

"I love you so much more."

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[alostlovergirl]

Bucky barnes or sebastian stan X innocent reader, where the reader goes to the doctor because she is constantly wet and feels tingling down there, and she doesn't know what it could be, so she goes to seek medical help, in a super beautiful clinic, with super cute doctor clothes, and still more with the nice and good doctor, bucky will take care of solving your problem in a very professional way (you know ;), 2,3,... X until she can't take it anymore, tying her legs wide open, talking dirty and manipulating her, and after finishing bucky says that every time you feel it you have to look for him, only he can make it stop, and gives the address of the "private clinic" to look for him. if there is any problem, I hope this fic is a little long.sorry if there are any mistakes, everything came from google translator

Open wide- Bucky Barnes x reader:

Summary: Taking a visit to the doctor concerning a private and embarrassing problem leads to some fun.

Warnings: Virgin reader, rough sex, rough taking of virginity, slight manipulation, crying.

Notes: I am so sorry anonymous for this taking so long. I have been dealing with a lot lately and I had to finish this quick. I hope you like it and I hope it is long enough for you. Thank you for your request!

Dr. Barnes is the best sexual therapist / Doctor around the Brooklyn area. He has dealt with multiple cases of couples with sexual frustration or non-communication with things in the bedroom. He has helped many achieve what they were looking for out of sex. Now, he was dealing with a case of a 21 year old woman, who apparently never dealt with sexual frustration in her life. Or never heard of sex. Or never had a sexual thought in her life ever apparently. It excited the older doctor. His mind wandered to a nervous, innocent woman opening up her tight, wet heat to him. To be seen by him for the first time, other than her parents. Bucky never thought of himself as a bad, uncomfortable doctor, but he has found it increasingly hard to control himself. After seeing pussy and the rare occasional virgin all damn day has had him in his office rubbing one off. So having a patient that has never heard of sex meant that maybe he could manipulate the woman to lose her precious virginity to his fateful techniques.

...

When he walked into his office with a pair of jeans and forest green sweater, binder full of files and right hand holding a black coffee, he didn't expect to see a shaking, small woman sitting in the cotton chair. She hair a blush on her increasingly not face and seemed mildly uncomfortable, squirming in the chair. ’ This was her?’, he thinks to himself, continuing past her and past the secretary booth, in pursuit of his office. She was gorgeous and her thighs would provide a great handle for him to pull her back on his aching dick.

Bucky sits in his plush seat, yawning before smiling to himself. He sends his nurse to get the young woman sitting there, waiting patiently. For a painful hour, he waits until he is ready to see her. His cock was throbbing in his pants, thinking about the wet mess that would be laying in front of him. He wasn't disappointed when he walked into a dripping wet pussy, facing the door. He had to hide his perverted side away and put on his friendly side.

"Good Morning, Miss." he says as he puts on some hand sanitizer and puts on his latex gloves. " How are we today?"

He hears the young women let out a sigh and breaths, shakily before speaking. " Nervous... ", god her soft voice was perfect. Shaky and quiet. It just made his dick jump in his pants again, but he has to control himself. ‘Don't freak her out more’ he tells himself before sitting himself in between her legs, putting his gloved hands on her warm thighs. He takes a deep breath, sneakily breathing the scent of her drenched, virgin pussy.

"Why ya nervous, dear? I'll help you out. Just tell me what's going on, alright?" he smiles when she nods in agreement. " What’s going on?"

He sits back and listens to the story over a 21 year old woman that never experienced hornieness or hormones. It's almost amusing to listen to the innocent woman laying on his table, rubbing her sticky thighs together. He acts professional, but in his mind, he was thinking of every way to " treat" his poor patient. As soon as she finishes, he scoots forward, putting his hands on her inner thighs and pulling them apart. " You know what you need? Some good old fashion relief.'' He is slowly losing his composure the longer she sits there with her pussy out in the open. " Let me help you."

He pushes her legs wide open, rubbing her inner thighs. He feels her tense, trying to close her legs. " Relax, darling" he presses his gloved thumb against her button. The little gasp she let out was music to his ears. She started to squirm, more arousal coming out of her little hole. He moves his thumb away only for thick strings of arousal wetting the gloved digit. He listens as her breathing quickens as he rubs his thumb against her sensitive nub.

"D-Doctor, what are you doing?” Her body temperature is slowly rising up as he continues rubbing her clit. Bucky smiles to himself, tracing his finger down to her opening, running it around her hole. He grips her thigh with an iron grip as she squirms around, trying to push back into the pleasurable feeling.

" You are so cute. This is all you needed to do, hun... But don't worry. I'll take care of you now." he chuckles, opening his mouth a bit, pushing his digit inside. She lets out a wanton moan. Bucky groans to himself as his cock was begging to let out of the ever growing tight jeans. He had to get a taste of her dripping wet cunt. Holding her thighs open as wide as they will go, he dips his head down, licking a firm stride along her cunt.

“D-doctor!” She lets out a gasp and closes her legs around his head. Bucky didn’t mind being trapped in her legs, close to her cunt, but he couldn’t breathe too well. He grabs her thighs and pulls them apart. He holds them tight enough to leave bruises while he works his magic mouth on her, sucking on her clit, relishing in her sweet taste. Virgin pussy has always tasted the best in Bucky’s opinion. He pulls away from her pussy, spits on it and goes right back down on her, hearing her moan out loudly, grinding on his face. His fingers climbed to the top of her cunt and pulled back the hood, giving him a more sensitive surface. He drools on her pussy, letting it dribble down on the table as he continues going down on her like a thanksgiving feast.

He feels a gushing sensation against his face, almost cutting off his airways. Bucky pried her legs off his neck and pulls away coughing. She was squirting everywhere, on the table, on him. Bucky groans, standing up, dripping wet. He takes off his sweater, and lab coat. He ties her up and smiles. “Look, you may be my favorite patient, but that doesn’t mean you can drown me.” He chuckles, shaking his damp hair. “Let me finish what I started darling.”

He starts taking off his belt, listening to her soft, quick breaths. She sounded scared, but Bucky was too horny to care at the moment. He got a taste of her virgin pussy, now he needed that virgin pussy on his cock. He needed to feel it squeezing around his every vein, every fucking inch as he forces himself into her tight hole. Bucky ties his back up and rubs his tip in her wet folds, smiling at the trembling woman, who was drooling a bit.

He aligns himself at her hole and pushes inside of her, bottoming out in her tight, warm pussy. It felt fucking amazing, the warmth made him feel like he was already about to fill her up. He grabs her thighs, thrusting inside, listening to pained groans and moans from the woman on the table. She squirmed against the confines of the lab coat and sweater tied to her wrists. Bucky moved his hips slowly, relishing in the pleasure of her cunt. “D-doctor..”, she groans out, breathly. The pleasure shot up her body, her eyes rolling back. Bucky pants to himself, eyes slightly crossing, loving the tightness and warmth.

He already felt like he was about to cum. Her pussy felt fucking amazing. The sticky, warm mess was more perfect then he could ever imagine. He looked down at her face, smiling as she was looking away with tears in her eyes and redness all over her face. He groans and wraps a gentle hand around her throat, so as not to scare the hell out of her. He turned her head back towards him, moving a bit faster.

Her hands grab onto his arm, whimpering and drooling. “D-dr. Barnes… Please… Please harder..”, She begged, getting redder with every word she said. He groans and stalls his hips, picking her up and fucking her into a wall. She cried out, scratching at his shoulders. “Bucky!”. She started to push on his chest, the pleasure became too much, but he didn’t stall. He holds her arms against the wall and pounds her little pussy, making it sticky and creamy. Her arousal drips down his cock and her legs, onto the floor.

He groans and pulls out, only to slam back into her. “Ah! F-feeling weird? L-lots of pressure”, tears run down her face. He smiles and decides to move slower. He makes sure that she could feel every inch and every fucking vein in his cock. He pushes her face into the wall as she started to fight back against the overwhelming feeling in her lower parts. She claws at his hand, shaking under him. She feels warm wetness run down her thighs and an overwhelming pleasure. Bucky kept going, chasing his orgasm. She pants, letting out little whines, being completely out of it. He kept going before pulling out of her and cums on his stomach and pussy. He coats his perfect body in his thick, white ropes. She looks at him with wide eyes, still trembling in his hands.

He gently put her down and helps her get cleaned up. She sits on the table, still tearful from being sore and confused. Bucky writes an address down on a piece of paper and gives it to her. “If you ever feel like that again, come to this address anytime… I’ll take care of you”, He pats her thighs, putting the crumbled piece of paper in his hands, smiling. He helps her out of the clinic and goes back to his office, satisfied. He is sure that she will be coming back to her every single fucking day.

[tommygrace]

hey so I feel the writers did Grace's charector and their relationship bit dirty in the second n thrid season it wasn't devloped well and had so much potential, apart from it I was thinking we get to know good things about Tommy through grace his soft side, I feel biggest thing is he treats her as an equal, "u v seen me", "we are the same", and their first intimate scene really portrays deep connection and equality in their relationship, but in later seasons Tommy isn't completely forthcoming with grace regarding " buisness" like she has to get things out of him about Russians then confirm from Polly that it's happening then and already started from her reaction to Polly she didn't know it started already, when there's that message left for charlie Tommy doesn't tells her about the priest , and she doesn't asks too much either she's just like Tommy u protect us which is fine , but given her curious nature and history as spy it's not natural for her to not inquire and get involved especially when her child is in danger bcz she would have sensed that when Tommy asks for Charle and panics in that note scene, maybe if she was more involved she'd be against unessarily instigating changretta's specially for Lizzy too, she's not there in that meeting either she's not at the family meetings that we see when she's alive, Polly reasoned with Tommy regarding attacking changretta's but I think grace could have convinced him ..

overall given the gray nature of Tommy how do u think it would have gone for him if he was stressed hidding things from her, do u think tommy would have cheated on grace as well like in the sense of how he uses people like Jessie edden even Tatiana to get information do u think he would do that even if grace was there....also if grace was more involved maybe changretta fiasco could have been avoided also did u think grace knew about Lizzie and Tommy's relationship and was she still okay with her being his secretary cuz it would be bit odd right..., also the way Lizzie is angry about having to breakup with angel changretta and hence doesn't, but doesn't even morns him after he died and quickly moves on with Shelby's is so shady like if you didn't love him you should have just broken up with him, and if you loved him u should have resigned your job with shelbys instead of causing a gang war, and I am not saying it's her fault it's John and his stupid ego along with Tommy not knowing where to stop either he was power tripping too mix of survival mode and ego , also don't understand why Tommy who's usually calm and calculated would risk antoganizig changretta's and risking a gang war for Lizzie? Like why why won't he just get another secretary. Also Lizzie is fine but I don't get what people like about her bcz she's rather simple, the way she's first quick to cheat on John for extra quids, doesn't even mourns angel changretta, unhealthy obsession with Tommy maybe it's not obsession more like yeah she loves/likes him and that's okay for her to want that typewriter scene between them is sweet and I feel for her , but they don't work together, because a) he doesn't reciprocates , but also because even though Lizzie loves or likes Tommy she doesn't understands him and she's not there for him in the way he needs someone, that scene between them where she throws gun on him and tells him to kill himself, telling him she needs property and stuff if something happens to him...it's toxic and she's whinny in later seasons and not exactly the most loving towards Tommy either ...Tommy focus is worst towards her but she choose that she wanted to marry him despite knowing he doesn't loves her and won't be loyal, that looks she gives to Jessie edden is irritating too , grace on other hand sees Tommy in ptsd when he can't stop hitting the man with the spitton and she literally embraces him , she doesn't shame him for his trauma...so yeah Lizzie is fine but lot of her behaviour and actions don't reflect positively on her.

Regarding grace yes the way she cheats on her husband and it's implied he killed himself puts her in a bad light, but it doesn't matches with her charector in season one if we knew more about her relationship with her husband and thought process maybe we would have more understanding and empathy, but the arc makes it look bit like she choose to marry him for money and status he was sweet to her like she said herself but she lies to him at face and cheats without remote and because she can't get pregnant with him and gets pregnant by Tommy she decides finally to go back to him, though it's not that simple and it's time period typical stuff as well but it does makes her look shallow fickle and selfish, sometimes their love her and Tommy because of being underdeveloped comes as infatuation too, like after 1 st season I wanted to know more about Grace's inner monologue how she was processing things, how and why she so quickly forgives Tommy for almost pumping her out to Kimber like that should have caused some push back in development of things between them for while, but it's screen time issues and series has other plots to deal with, I feel like Tommy and grace are definitely main couple of the show but they were underdeveloped and had so much more potential .

Wow ok so I agree with almost everything you wrote. Let's talk about Grace first.

Yes, I agree that her development in S2 and S3 was very poorly written, I don't know why, when it was fantastic in S1. They should have developed her story more in S2 and in S3 show the marriage and then kill her. I guess the husband thing is the same as May, Tommy and Grace tried to forget with other people, and move on with their lives, but neither of them could because they really loved each other, and no one was going to be able to replace them, and that's what they realized by having these relationships. The show is about Tommy, and it's written from Tommy's point of view, so they showed his attempt with May, but nothing about Grace and their marriage, and the reasons and what they were like. I did feel that she regretted having cheated on him but she also loved Tommy, so she felt a mixture of feelings, just like in S1, that she had to do her duty but at the same time she was falling in love with Tommy, that's where her internal debate began: love vs duty, and in S2 it is also love vs duty, because it was her duty to choose her husband because it was the right thing to do but her love is Tommy. In both seasons, and E6, she chooses love, she chooses Tommy.

In S3, I think what they wanted to show is that they were already in a very serious relationship and the two were 100% committed to each other, they formed their own world, even when they are together talking, music plays as if they were in themselves. own world. Tommy was afraid, because for the first time he had a lot to lose, Grace and Charlie, he never thought that he could be happy, and that he could have everything he wanted and now having it, because of his type of life, he could lose everything. At the wedding, he didn't tell Grace because he didn't want to ruin her happy day, and in the end he ended up telling her everything. It's true that Grace changed in S3, she in S1, would never have asked Tommy to protect her, she was very capable and didn't need protection, she is the one should have told Tommy, I'm going to protect you. I think the scenes with Polly and Tatiana. , they showed us that badass Grace from S1, and also when she tells Tommy to tell her what's wrong. They also showed us how powerful they are together and how the two of them are equal, when they are talking to Tatiana, the opposite with Lizzie in S6, when they are talking to Mosley and Diana.

Tatiana is impressed with Grace, and knows that she had no chance with Tommy, so when she dies, Tatiana names her all the time. But Diana mocks Lizzie to her face, and she realizes that she has no idea how to navigate that world. The only thing Lizzie did in that meeting was inform everyone that the only thing she knows how to do, her weapon, is sex. , she uses her body, not her mind. The Mosleys realized that Tommy doesn't respect her much since she doesn't even respect herself. The opposite of Grace, who showed Tatiana that she will not be able to play with her and that she will not allow herself to be disrespected by anyone. That's why Tatiana knows that it will be difficult to win over Tommy, he himself rejected her, but Diana knows that it will be very easy, and it was, since he immediately said yes.

And the same thing happens in both relationships, Grace from the first day made Tommy understand that he was going to respect her, and that she was not going to continue with his game, she was on the same level as him, in In terms of intelligence and wit, he realizes that he has met his equal. And Grace constantly challenges him and he loves that and also her sense of humor, they share a lot of sense of humor. The opposite of the relationship with Lizzie, from day one, Lizzie let him do whatever he wanted with her, she let himself be used by him, and she always made him understand that she was always going to say yes to him, no matter how he treated her. , he called her property and she was happy, and she also told him that he can cheat on her with other women but outside the house, she thought that was badass but it wasn't, much less for Tommy. He is attracted to people who respect themselves, for him that is important, that is why he never saw Lizzie as his equal, and he did see Grace. Even May tells him that she still wants to continue having sexual relations with him, even though he told her that he is in love with someone else, and that she is going to win him, and that now come back to behaving like a gangster, his face was very pitiful. He felt sorry for May just like he feels sorry for Lizzie.

As for the war, it was Lizzie and John who started everything, and Tommy found out about everything late, which is why he made that decision.

And for the reason all this I tell you, I am 100% sure that Tommy would never cheat on Grace, because when he is in love he is completely faithful, he never loved Lizzie, that's why it was easy for him to cheat on her.

Now let's talk about Lizzie. Everything you wrote about her is what I have always said. When she went out with Ángel Changretta, and wanted to take him to Tommy and Grace's wedding, it was clear that it was not for love, she wanted to achieve something, to make something happen, to get Tommy's attention, by taking an enemy of his, to their wedding. But the only thing it managed to do was make Johm jealous, and not Tommy. She didn't even shed a tear for Angel and used Grace's death to get closer to Tommy. She had a completely unhealthy obsession with Tommy, that's not love.

In S4, we were shown the real Lizzie, someone sick with jealousy, capable of trying to ruin any possible relationship that Tommy could have with any woman, she tried to humiliate May, called her a whore, and the way she looked at Jesse Eden, she used her own baby so she can show her that she win Tommy, and Jesse is a woman who fights for women's rights, while she humiliates other women because of an obsession with a man who constantly uses her. That's why Tommy never saw her as his equal nor did he respect her. Tommy married Lizzie because she got pregnant and because Grace is dead and he knows that he will never love another woman again, because no one is going to replace her, and he trusts Lizzie, and she got pregnant ok I'll marry her, but his life continued the same, nothing changed for her. I think neither of them liked the other's personality, since they never showed us a scene of them hanging out together, enjoying each other's company, it was always the other way around, and Lizzie never understood Tommy nor did she understand his trauma with the war and the death of Grace. In S6, she complained that Tommy was not a normal man, and was even surprised that Tommy acts like Tommy. I think she lived in a fantasy, and she loved the Tommy of her fantasy, nor the real one. They were both toxic and very miserable together but I guess that was the purpose..

Well, tell me your opinion about all this, it's fun to analyze them!

[chronologicalerrors]

Crowley and the Fall: More Fan Theorising

I can't stop thinking about Angel-Crowley. That tantalising little glimpse of the angel he once was raises so many questions!

Because how did this angel - this angel! this sweet, excitable little baby! - end up falling?

(with his curly little! and his neat white!)

This angel was so in love with creation, so happy to see it all begin. He also had rank, at least a Throne or Dominion (probably above...), and felt secure enough in his position to not worry about having a few questions following his chat with Aziraphale.

The thing is, we know Crowley never got to ask God those questions. We see that from his reaction to seeing Job speaking to God - "just to be able to ask the question!" He marvels at the moment, because it was an opportunity denied to him.

So what happened? Crowley likely tried to go to Head Office and suggest his suggestion box to Her, but instead only reached the Metatron, that great heavenly secretary (much like Aziraphale trying to get hold of God in S1 couldn't get any further up the chain than him). The Metatron, who definitely remembers Crowley and his "damn fool questions" thousands of years later. Crowley was sent away without answers, without even talking to God.

Would this alone drive him side ideologically with Lucifer, enough to go into battle against Heaven? He's never seemed seduced by what Lucifer is supposed to have offered - better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven and all that. Bit of theorising, but perhaps it was more than this. Lucifer was the morningstar, the most beautiful angel in Heaven, God's favourite angel. If anyone could get Crowley an audience with the Almighty, surely it was Lucifer. Surely Lucifer could pull some strings so Crowley could mention the suggestion box and the lifespan of nebulas. Maybe Crowley only started hanging around with "Lucifer and the guys" to try and get close enough to speak to God directly.

And then Crowley got caught up in something much too big, became guilty by association. And the Metatron had already made up his mind about this curious angel.

Crowley, who just hung around the wrong people. Crowley, who never asked to be a demon. Crowley, who only ever asked questions.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

The Revenge Stream: Part Five

contains: torture, violence, implied death wish, implied noncon, gore + censored nudity in image

previous // next

•

It's nearly a week before the link to the next stream appears in your inbox, enough time passing that you have to wonder if the star of the stream is still alive. But it comes through eventually, and when you click it, you see that he very much is.

For now, at least. 

Shepard is in pretty rough shape. His restraints have changed, ankles now bound tightly on either end of a barbell, wounded hands pinned behind his back. His hair is matted with blood, and it looks like he's dropped a lot of weight.

It looks like he's unconscious.

It's Lu, not Gabriel, who steps onto the screen as the stream begins. You're hardly surprised. If he really is her son, you can't imagine she'd want Shepard catching on to that, even if he's powerless to do anything about it. Gabriel seemed… less than enthusiastic about Lu’s ideas anyway. This is her game, not his.

Lu moves to the table, now partially in view of the camera, and brushes a gloved hand over the array of tools. Her fingers linger on a staple gun, but before she can select it, a noise steals both your attention.

It's Shepard. He's trying to talk through the gag, trying to get Lu’s attention. Whether it's out of boredom or curiosity that she decides to humor him, you don't know, but in a moment she's knelt beside him, jerking the fabric out of his mouth.

“Just kill me.”

Lu scoffs. “Is that all? You're wasting your breath.”

“W-was this your plan?” Shepard’s jaw twitches as he speaks, his words coming out slurred. “Keep me alive as suh-some basement plaything?”

“You hate it, hm?” Lu is far from sympathetic. In fact, she sounds pleased. “That's all I could ask.”

Her fingers curl around the gag, moving to pull it back up, but then—

“I remember you.”

Lu freezes. “You don't.”

“I do. Th… secretary.”

Lu doesn't respond, but she doesn't gag him either. Shepard seems to take this as an invitation to continue. He exhales through clenched teeth, seeming to gather what energy he has to speak.

“Y'know I chose you at random,” he says. “Plenty of… hf… other employees at the firm. I don't regret it though. We… we had some good times, mm?” 

“And we're having better ones now,” Lu replies, her expression stiff. What is Shepard doing? It doesn't seem like he's trying to humanize himself to her, or even beg for his freedom. It’s almost like he's trying to make it worse. To make her mad.

“Haven't seen the boy around,” Shepard continues in the same, pain-slurred voice. “Y’keeping him away?”

Lu doesn't answer, but that doesn't stop him.

“He's yours, isn't he? Th-thought I imagined hearing it, but it makes sense. How old 's he? Suh… sounds young. Not even old enough to drink and you already have him spilling blood—”

Lu lashes out, the hard material of her prosthetic hand cracking across Shepard's face. The man lets out a choked cry at the contact, eyes squeezing shut, but the blow doesn't seem to deter him.

If anything, it's like its stoked the fire. The hint of a smirk pulls at his mouth.

“When was it we met last?” he murmurs, and the words sound sharper. “Twenty years ago? Nineteen? Odd… odd coincidence, don't you think?”

“Shut up if you want to keep your tongue,” Lu snarls.

“Does he look like me?” Shepard continues. “H-he ever scare you when he moves a certain way? Hell, he's the same age I was when I started this bloodshed business. Apple doesn't fall far from—”

Again, Lu’s fist comes down to silence him. “Shut up, shut up!” This time, she doesn't stop after just one hit, raining down blow after blow on his face and chest until she's panting. A sneer on her face, she gets to her feet.

“Hf… suh… so that means it's true, hm?” Shepard wheezes from the floor, his taunt punctuated by a cry as Lu stomps on his ribcage.

“Y… y’know what? Th-think I'll go after him when I get out. Don't g-give a shit if he's blood. Y’wanna hear our boy scream?”

Lu drives her heel into Shepard's knee, and he howls. When she speaks, her voice is cold.

“You aren't getting out.”

She doesn't give him time to dredge up another taunt, kneeling beside them and retying the gag, tight enough that it's biting into the corners of his mouth.

“I thought the broken legs would be enough to snuff out your illusion of escape, but I see I must have been wrong,” Lu says, and her tone is surprisingly light, almost teasing. She disappears, and you hear the door closing in her wake.

For a moment, there's nothing onscreen but the shivering captive, his ragged breathing filling the silence. Lu returns with a heavy sounding box some time later, dropping it beside Shepard. He flinches as it hits the ground, but despite everything, seems to make an effort to compose himself.

You can't understand what he's playing at. He has to know there's nothing he can do here, and Lu has made it clear she has no intention of killing him, so what's the point of trying to pretend he still has any control? Can't he see he's making this worse for himself?

Lu reaches into the box. “I'll need some help with the welding, but I can get the project started,” she says, pulling out a metal screw. It looks like the kind that are used in concrete, nearly a foot long and an inch thick. Fuck. What's she about to do with that? A part of you isn't sure you can watch this, but at the same time, you can't look away.

Lu collects a few more tools—the knife, the torch, and a taser—and crouches beside Shepard's body. She rolls him onto his side, seizing his right arm—still bound tight to his left—and forcibly flattening it on the ground in a way that must wrench his shoulder painfully. She kneels on his wrist to keep him steady, positions the knife in the center of his forearm, and begins to bury the blade inside.

As weakened as Shepard is, his thrashing does seem to hinder Lu. She's only about halfway through when she becomes fed up with his screams and struggles and pulls back, reaching for the taser. She jams it into Shepard's ribs, holding it steady as he cries out, body convulsing. She doesn't let it drop until he goes silent, eyes drifting shut, the only movement the occasional twitch of his muscles.

Without missing a beat, Lu gets back to work, first working the blade through his right arm, then his left. Shepard’s body spasms as she cuts through the flesh and muscle, a droning whine spilling out from behind his gag. Her first task done, Lu reaches for the bolts, easing one through each of Shepard's arms. She loops a bit of cord around each’s end—a temporary way to keep them in place—then lets the man go. There's a smile on her face.

“Mm. I will get the others. He'll be strung up next time you see him, rest assured.” Wiping bloody hands on her pants, she grabs the blowtorch, turns it on, and holds the flame to Shepard's newest wounds, one hole at a time.

The man screams again as the fire touches him, but the sound is weak. You're not sure how much longer he'll hold out like this.

Lu stands, tossing the torch aside. “When I get out,” she says in a mocking tone. “On your own time then, Victor.”

•

[miyuhpapayuh]

Can I be transparent for a sec? Mmkay.

I lost my job back in January over some racist ass mean girl shit and I haven't been able to find a job since then. It's almost may. By the grace of god, am I still held together but man if a bitch don't cry.

Bills never stop. Life don't stop. The fact that some over aged bully brought problems to her SECOND job and got an innocent black woman fired is crazy to me, I feel like they even blackballed me ya know? Nobody wants my ass.

Soon as I send the application off, it's coming back with a fat red NO on it. And I ain't never not do my job, so to pats that off as the THIRD and final excuse as to why you fired me is crazy.

Almost two years and still had that key in my possession til I brought it back to her ass, after she fired me. There's bitches that didn't even have codes to get in the building! I had that AND a key! Mind y'all, this was my second boss. First one got fired cause she truthfully ain't do her job, but me, always on time and ready to do my job.

We got paid $12 and hour! Who tf ain't finna do this silly shit? All I do and ring bitches up. So you saying I never rung a bitch up? Never opened/closed the store? Never cleaned my area? Never did a return? Never help a vendor? Never turn the fountain on/off? Never turned the lights on/off? Tv, either? Never put anything back? Never took something down for someone? Never carried something out for customers, which i eventually stopped on my own cause I ain't finna be no liability. This is not Lowe's. Never answered the phone? Nothing?! I just came to work and disappeared to narnia, apparently, and have y'all my ass to kiss? Yeah, okay. And how do y'all think that'll stand with no paper trail to back it up.

If I NEVER did anything, why was I still here and never written up a single time? You were my boss for five months and never wrote me up? Didn't confiscate my key? CONTINUED to let me open the store up? Tried to make me your errand girl? Picked a bitch who don't even clock ten hours a week your part time assistant manager but kept running to ME when shit would get weird and if redirect your ass to your OTHER assistant manager, because EYE do not get paid to be a secretary. Remember who you gave that job to, especially after being warned that she wouldn't be able to do the job.

Y'all, what the fuck is a part time assistant manager? Any other assistant manager we ever had clocked the full 40, cause it's a REQUIREMENT. Duh. Now part time and full time employees? Sure, but nothing else. Can't be a part time manager of a fucking establishment, that's so ass backwards.

So who would be asked to open the store a LOT if the other assistant was on vacation or whatever? Me.

If a bitch didn't ever do her job? Why call on me? Rely on me to fix problems with certain customers because you knew I'd handle it. Hell, I was helping this girl sell spaces in the store! If I never did my job? Why constantly ask me how many hours I wanted? Tell me about the other girls and how they're not doing what you want and yadda ya.

When girls started quitting, I took those long eight hour shifts to the chin to help you out. And you thanked me! Y'all she was on the phone talking to my assistant manager and they got me right before I left work to thank me for staying so late and being the only one to step up and be a team player and they appreciate me (mind yal I don't care about team player bs it just felt nice to hear that I was appreciated) and all that, just to turn around a MONTH later and say I never did my job?

I got fired over the phone because she knew how it woulda went down in person, but she also thought I wasn't smart enough to fight. First mistake.

This feels like a book lmao I'm knowing y'all prolly don't care but I just have to write this out somewhere, I just have felt so sad and angry.

Anyway. Painted tree is a boutique where people sale their wares, handmade jewelry, food, clothing items, candles, paintings, etc. you could either buy a kiosk or a booth and you were responsible for that and that alone!

So of course, there's vendors that sell shit outta their house cause they know nobody is paying attention, one of them any things this new manager was being brought in to fix cause it was starting to look like a hot mess, I'm not gonna lie to y'all, but I just worked there so whatever.

Of course me being me, I would also make a point to say something every now and again because you can't have us giving a spiel to the customers about the store, while not making sure that your current vendors are following those rules we're giving the new ones! Like???

Old manager was even telling her assistants to sale the spaces sight unseen and why make me privy to this cause you know ima tell y'all how illegal that is!

So the same part time assistant manager is involved in what ended up getting me fired. We started around the same time as cashiers and she's been trying her hardest to get this promotion at her other job, the full time job, but she's up against some sixty year old lady who's been in the company forever, so she's got seniority. Y'all already know how this ends up going. Shorty ain't get the promotion, right around the same time she gets promoted where we work.

On top of that, her husband should choke on something. I won't get into that but there was a point where she'd cry to us about him leaving her and even pimp herself to customers! I'm talking about"if y'all have any single daddies, older brothers, friends, tell 'em I'm ready to mingle!"

Inappropriate.

During the same time, Christmas Eve of 2022, to be exact, we get a text from our manager that the power was out and whoever was scheduled wouldn't have to worry about coming in. So I'm like sweet, see y'all Monday, merry new year whatever.

Of course this bitch gon text back and ask about the possibility of the lights coming back on and I'm like oh my god really. So managers like I'll let y'all know if I hear anything and get y'all to come in. Of course.

So what we ain't know was that this girl was camped out in the job parking lot, waiting to see if the lights came on.

Sure enough they did, cause why not?!?!? And she calls manager and tells HER that SHES gonna drop her kid off, change her clothes and come back to work! Told HER manager what the plan for the day was and you know it actually went down?!?? Cause she was a known snitch at head office, they don't like this girl! Our manager told us that they don't like her.

Anyway, so of course we have to come to work for like three hours and it's a waste because there was like 10 customers at most! My co worker and I are giving her shit because why were you in the parking lot waiting for the lights to come on?! You had nothing better to do cause your husband still hasn't come home?! DO NOT MAKE THAT MY FUCKING PROBLEM WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK?!

She's telling the customers that we're making her feel bad and I'm just saying "good, I hope you do feel bad" got our asses at work for nothing, yeah feel bad! I could still be in the bed! Last minute Christmas shopping my ass! I'm mad!

So why does she end saying she wants to leave early?

Not the same person who said we should thanking her for getting us more hours? Not the one who was trying to gain sympathy from the customers? NOT THE ONE WHO CAMPED OUT IN THE PARKING LOT?!!!!

When I say my head swivelllllllled, it almost came off. All my coworker did was stare at her but eyeeee had words for her ass.

No way you just said sumn bout leaving early??? You literally waited for the lights to come back on so you could get us to come to work! We're here and only been here for like 2 hours, maybe her 3, and you wanna leave early?! You ain't going nowhere. If anything ima hitch a ride with coworker and we gon leave you here to lock up. That was funny of you to think you were leaving early.

Shoulda seen her face, like dare you!

I said if our manager goes for it and you leave early, I got words for her too. I bet she ain't get work early.

My manager and I even agreed that she was being ridiculous to even ask that question, being the one who made us come to work!

Yeah she ain't like me ever since that, but she also ain't buck her shit after that either.

So when we get our new manager, she feels like she got someone on her side because let me make note that the old manager was the best friend of the assistant manager that she works alongside now. So the playing field is leveled now.

So my sister and I have a kiosk to share, my art and her baking. We get both of the week and I make it look all pretty with our candy jars and cookies and paintings and jewelry that my mom made and what have you.

I come in a day before my week is up and my stuff isn't there. In fact, that now part time assistant is standing in front of a table, taking down a coffee display.

Do we do this on Saturdays? Absolutely. Do we use the other side to display our coffee so these booths of the week can still be presented? Also, yes.

So why is mine the one you MAKE SURE you take down? Right.

So I clock in and tell my assistant manager that I needed to go to my booth. I go to my booth and our stuff is out back crazy! I call my sister while I'm putting everything back. I mean candy dishes on the edge of the shelves, my paintings on the floor, cookies put behind things. Like she just dropped it off and kept it moving.

So were upset and I call my manager and let her know what's happening and she's telling me head back up front cause conveniently both assistant managers were leaving early so I needed to watch the front so I'm like okay just call her and tell her that I don't appreciate her just throwing my stuff around and she assures that she will.

So that ended up being translated like something to brush off cause when I had to call her back cause I couldn't find one of my stand to my paintings, which I ended up finding in the office on a shelf?! Which also ended up not being a big deal to my manager which I noted was not cool, she just kinda passed off a message like we she didn't know where your things went.

She coulda left my shit where it was sitting and let me know to move it when I got in. Could moved it into the office and let me put it back myself. I got agreement on this from my manager. So I'm just like okay whatever just tell her not to touch my stuff anymore if that how she's gonna do me. That was the end of it for me, cause just let me get my money pls.

So the next day we work together again, and like any other day we do not speak to each other cause she's wishy washy and I don't get paid to speak to you nor do you get paid to speak to me. So I speak to my other coworker cause she's not an asshole to me and I go about my day.

Why does the next day roll around and my manager asks me what do we need to do to solve the tension? I'm like what tension? I'm good. When she wants to start treating me like a human, then maybe she'll get so here with me but EYE am not the problem here?? I didn't do anything to her??

She's like, well she told me that you came in and didn't speak to her but you spoke to everyone else.

I'm sorry, I'm we in high school? Didn't I tell y'all that we are not friends? I know I've told y'all that so what's this about?

I told her that I'm not rolling out a red carpet for this girl and making her feel comfortable cause she's definitely not doing that for me! Like be real! Be serious! If I told you every damn time she ain't speak to me, you woulda been tired of me long time ago! I don't come to work for that! Tell her come talk to me and I get a comment about my attitude and I shrug it off like okay haha cause I'm not confrontational all the time, it didn't cost for that ya know? So the comment was unnecessary.

So a couple days go by and I end up texting my manager to chat when I got to work later that day just letting her know that I needed to get everything off my chest about this while situation cause it was starting to bother me how the whole thing was being handled.

In that conversation, I pretty much reiterated that I just would like to continue doing my job and not worrying about catering to anyone's feelings, cause we do not get paid for that. This girl had been treating me like an outcast for a whirl and it feels racist sometimes and she's quick to defend her cause duh and I tell her that I don't need anyone to tell me what they think about it so pretty much like girl save it, I still think it's racist and she tells me to send part time assistant manager a message to say like here's where we stand and we don't gotta get along but we gotta get back to work and let it be.

So I'm like ok cool, I type it up in my notes and send it to my homegirl like girl read this and lmk what you think cause she privy to everything that's been going on!

She like that's cool but I don't think sending her that will make a difference, cause I agree with you that she should do her job just mediate or something instead of getting you do it! Remember, YOU didn't do anything to her!

So my sister came right around that time cause she was picking me up, also putting labels on her products cause again we own a kiosk, and so I tell her about it and she immediately is like do not send her anything cause they can use it against you.

So part time assistant manager ends up coming in and when I say she beelines straight for the office, she almost hurt herself getting in there.

So my assistant manager ends up telling me that if I wanted to go home early o could cause we were really slow so I was like yeah I'll see y'all tomorrow, byeee

So a couple hours later, I get a text from my manager asking me if she could call me. I already knew what it was but I'm like there's no reason why she would do that.

So she calls me and someone from corporate was on the other line! wtf? So she goes into this spiel about cutting hours and then abruptly says that here's where we part ways.

So I'm like why am I getting fired? She dances around the question and goes on to say something about an attitude, and so I ask her if it's about the situation between we and ptam (got tired of writing that out) and if it is about that situation, is she also getting fired? Cause never did I speak to that girl about any of this, it was my manager and I talking. And she doesn't answer any of what I asks, she just keeps going back to its best that we do it like this and I'm like why? She then goes on on to say she knows I wasn't happy and I'm like how?? Why would I come to work to take your shift, both assistant managers and my own in this mf if I hated my job? Girl shut up! Like not making any sense?

So the lady from corporate takes over and starts talking like an inspirational speaker about how she met me and I can go anywhere and be the best I can be and there's better opportunities and I end up zoning out cause I'm just like how tf am I gonna pay my bills now? I don't have a job lined up. I cannot believe I just got died and she didn't even give me a reason— she thought I hung up and I'm like nah I'm here but I don't wanna hear anything else or continue this conversation, you want your key back? Cool. Do I even have a shift still, tomorrow morning? No, of course not. K, you'll get it back, bye.

Immediately I send a long email to corporate and tell 'em everything that's gone on, even told em how my manager has her boyfriend/fiancé drive an hour back down the road to another location for some damn labels because ours hadn't shipped out yet. This man is NOT employed there so there's no reason why he should be being employed to do her job for her!

I also terminated the contract for my stand cause now I'm no longer there to watch my stuff and if bitch gets away with throwing shit around once, she gon do it again. Told her rip that shit up.

Now my sister was mad at me but not for long cause she knew i was upset but I was NOT talking outta anger, I mean what I said but she wanted to see if she could figure out what's going on cause I'm not the only owner of the kiosk which is fair, so we head up to the job and the assistant manager that I worked closely with was there, looking like a deer caught in headlights. This is her norm but it pissed me off more than usual.

She tried breaking bad on me, telling my sister that I called this person and that person and told em all types of shit, now me being me again, I'm asking wtf I said cause when we first started asking her questions, she wasn't aware of this and that and wasn't even allowed in the email anymore lmao and for an assistant manager, that's a bold face lie to tell cause how the emails get answered? It's just you here, dummy! YOU KNOW WHATA GOIN ON BITCH!

So when I asked her what I said in the email she just said she wasn't allowed in, she gon smirk at me and say "you know what you said"... nah! Since YOU know what's in the emails, you tell ME what I said. After that she sobered tf up and that smirk went bye bye. She even backed away from the counter cause I was getting so agitated, and she's scared of me. We've also had it out before so she knows her limits and me not being her coworker anymore, she knew better than to test me.

So I end up separating from my sister cause the conversation was going nowhere, only for us to find each other again and assistant manager told her that I never did my job. Crazy as hell.

When I say I sent a total of three emails and called corporate and only one person responded to my email— the chief of staff, mind y'all! I'm thinking she finna come with it, right? Wrong. Everybody full of hot ass.

She telling me that there were concerns— none of which were brought me but ok— about my work ethic and there's claims from SIX of my coworkers that support me being away and not ready for work but clocked in, also multiple screenshots that support the idea of me not being fond of my job.

I asked that bitch to send me this concrete ass evidence so EYE can see what EYE said and y'all know I ain't get shit back. Not even crickets. Not even a tumbleweed, bitch.

One thing about me, ima ask to see the evidence. Y'all not finna act like y'all got something on me and not share it with the class?!? Come on, where's the fun in that?!

Couldn't take the time to fabricate some text messages or print out a write up and forge my signature! Nothing!

So when it came time for me to get my unemployment, of course they tried making that difficult too! But ima fight for myself. I've come to far in that, not to.

Got them ppl sending me questionnaires and in ever text box they provided, I went into lengthy detail about this whole situation, I was so tired of telling mfs that I wasn't aware of why I was even fired, it made me literally ill.

It was like I was talking in circles and nobody was listening to me, which is something that makes me physically violent. So something needed to be done asap, cause if I gotta sit my black ass at home, I'm getting my duckets in the meantime!

So I got fired of the 16th of January, right? On the 17th of February, I log into DES and guess who was approved for their well deserved mf money cause them bitches ain't have no evidence to support me never doing my mf job?! Yeah! YEAH!!!! I cackled all morning long bitch, it was so funny and hilarious and delightful!!!

But I've been looking for a job for the last three months and it's about to be May. By the grace of god and my mama do I still have money in the bank, but the unemployment is on its last leg and it don't know what to do. I just feel like a failure a lot of the time, it really sucks to keep getting rejection letters in my email but ima keep trying. Just don't know how much try I have left in me.

So yeah, if y'all made it to the end of my long ass diary entry, I appreciate y'all and hope y'all take care of y'all selves at these jobs cause they give not one fuck about ya, k? K, stay lovely and spicy 😘😘😘😘

[deadsnothere]

Fallin' For ya! PT. 2

PT.1 - Fallin' For Ya!

Synopsis - After a singing confession Cynthia brings me to an abandoned car shop to have some "privacy"

Masterlist

Request - No!

Word count - 5k (all together w/ both parts)

Speak Ali! - i'm in love with her

When we arrived at the car shop no one was there, It was just me and Cynthia.

She got off the bike first, letting me off after. We both made our way into the shop, looking around at the dust-filled cars and auto parts. There were a few cars that weren't too bad with dust, a red corvette just sitting in the middle of the shop. They looked like they were just waxed before they were abandoned for god knows how long- “Hey! Pretty girl, come look at what I found.” Cynthia had run off on her own, Her natural curiosity had to be killing her. When I finally got a view of what she was talking about I wasn't sure how to feel honestly- “Is that a tub of grease?” She nodded rapidly.

“YES! It's been abandoned- And it looks like it’ll still work fine.” I chuckled at how she looked so excited about something so simple. ”You and the boys can use it at the shop, can’t you?” “Yeah! It’ll be a good way to save some money-” When she was finally done inspecting the grease she’d opened, she looked back to me. “Ya know- You're always the cutest when writing.” Making eye contact, I raised an eyebrow at her. “What?” She was chuckling at my reaction and how stupid I looked trying to figure it out. “Everyday while me and the boys are working on the car, you're writing in your notebook. It's adorable-...what are you writing everyday?”

…it took me a second to think of an answer. “Well I am the “certified pink ladies secretary” so i'm writing different tasks we have to focus on, List of things that are urgent and some that can be left to the side. Writing a list of different ways I'm going to kick buddy in the family jewels. But I also write about my day- my life and what I feel at that moment.” Cyn was laughing at me. “What!?” She tried to douse down her laughter but she couldn't stop. “You have a diary?” I rolled my eyes at her comment. “I have a journal! Not a diary-'' She looked at me like I was stupid, took a few steps towards me, putting her hand on my waist. “It's the same thing!” Gasping, I hit her shoulder. Moving with her like we were dancing, When she stepped her left foot up, i stepped my right back and we kept walking like that. “It is not- one is much more dignified and mature- The other is- AH-”

I jumped when she pushed me into the old corvette. “Be careful, Princess.” She raised her eyebrows at me, a condescending smile on her face. “Oh shut up..Stable girl-” Cynthia put both of her arms leaning on the car, The stupidly attractive smile not fading. “You’re gonna have to shut me up yourself- Princess.” Now she was just plain mocking me! “Oh come here you peasant.“ I grabbed her face, kissing her sweetly. It only lasted a few seconds but each of them were heaven on earth.

She leaned back nodding, letting out a sigh looking up at the roof. “...Are you made of sugar-” I laughed- “What is that supposed to mean?” She kissed me this time, didn't let go of my lips, dragged me back as much as she could until we were both falling into the car- “AH- Oh my god!” We burst into laughter waiting for the dust to settle down, and now she was on top of me in the backseat of a very dusty convertible. “Shit! That is not how it was supposed to go, but..I can't say I'm mad…” She was smiling and eyeing me. “My god! You are disgusting-” Anyone could tell I wasn't mad by the way I was laughing. “Oh come on-”

She leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Can’t a princess get dirty just for a night?” I hit her shoulder again- “You- You-” -and again and again. Cynthia was laughing at my flustered stuttering, her eyes always creased when she laughed, Jane and Olivia said we laugh the same way- that we’re almost identical when laughing at the same joke.

“..I love you.” Woah- ok. “Where is this coming from Cynthia?” She was looking me deep in the eyes, nothing could get us to look away from each other. “Alias you wrote an entire song about how you love me and you expect me not to say it back? Wow i'm not sure you got the right girl-” I smiled sarcastically at her. “I Love you too, Cynthia. I think I've loved you since we met in 6th grade. I adore you. I mean you didn't care about anything they said to you, you just did what you liked.”

She pushed a piece of my hair behind my ear. “Can I kiss you again?” I nodded, just barely. She immediately dipped her head down to kiss me. “Ya know i'm starting to believe you're addicting.” She drew kisses down my neck. “I could say the same-” Each time her lips touched me I jolted just a bit- I finally had what I've been dreaming of for two years. Her love and attention. And god it made me want so much more. I adored the way she felt on top of me, kissing my neck and collarbone.

“Alias- You have no idea how much i've been dreaming of this day-” I laughed in disbelief. “Everyday you wear those low cut tops and tight skirts. I want to squeeze and touch you in front of every guy who flirts with you.” With a bright red face and a grin I looked away from her, She didn't take that too kindly- “Hey- Alias, look at me.” When I didn't move my head, she moved it for me with her thumb.

“I mean every word- I wish I could tell the world how much you mean to me, how much more you mean to me.” She looked at me like I was the only person in the world. No one has ever looked at me like that. I mean, the gangs they care about me- but not one of them has loved me. Or shown me how it feels to be loved so tightly. Or so- Oh my god her hand is on my thigh- HER HAND IS ON MY THIGH. I REPEAT HER HAND IS ON MY THIGH. She was drawing little stars on my thigh with her fingers. Goosebumps were left wherever she touched.

The to the shop door opened. “HEY! WHO’S IN HERE'' We have to get out of here. “Oh shit! Come on-'' The best way to go about this is to sneak out the back door! Of course it is- we just need to- I felt Cynthia pull me up and following her lead I jumped out of the car. “BOLT.” FOR FUCKS SAKE-

Next thing I knew me and Cyn were running out of the shop with a very angry man chasing us. It was hell, but damn is hell fun!

----

And that's how we're here. We are running from a man in a car, while on Cynthia's Motorcycle. And holy shit does it feel good. Like ever since we started the pink ladies it's nothing but rushes. The feeling of running away from Miss Mcgee after we flashed our asses to the entire school, The feeling of singing on stage with emotions and putting my body into something I wrote, The feeling of running away from this shitty town with the girl I've been in love with for two years! And that's just a few! Everything's a rush and I never want it to stop- I want this, adrenaline, trouble, kissing Cynthia in places we’re not legally allowed to be. Maybe it's dangerous but I don't give two shits anymore! I just love the feeling- it's euphoric.

After driving around for 20 minutes trying to get the man lost, we finally succeeded. “Thank fuck!” I heard Cynthia curse from in front of me. “Let's get you home princess, your royal carriage is finally on its way to the castle.” She took a turn on Henry Drive, two roads before my house.

I didn't want this to end, and maybe it doesn't have to.

I hugged her tighter, smiling at the thought of her laying in my bed, waiting for me to lay down just so we can cuddle because the touch starved Cynthia needs her affection..but this time it's not ‘plationic’ its real, she’ll kiss me and run her hands on my hips and my hair. I love her, and I'm willing to write a million more songs to prove it to her.

When we arrived at my house Cynthia held her hand out and helped me off her bike. I took off my helmet and goggles. “Wanna come inside?” Cyn hesitated but said yes regardless and we made our way inside.

“Mamí, Papí, I’m home!” I yelled through the old house, to alert not only them but the gremlin’s. I could hear stampeding down the stairs right now. Lainey and my three baby sisters were making their way towards me, all in worn and torn pajamas that had enough stains to make it a whole new color. Cynthia was at least a foot behind me blocked by a pillar in the middle of the staircase.

One by one, my sisters started to show up infront of me. Aliah, Lila, the 2 year old twins. And Aria and Lainey the two middle children, Aria being 3 and Lainey being 14. “Alias! How’d it go?- did you kiss her- tell me and Aria every..thing” Once she and Aria, who was in her arms, backed me up into the kitchen she could see Cynthia, who was laughing her ass off at the interrogation happening in front of her. I started to try and laugh with her to laugh off the embarrassment but it didn't work.. “Hi Cynthia! Did you kiss my sister we all are very dedicated to this.” Lainey motioned to her and the line of children she had following her. Cynthia ruffled everyone's hair going down the line. “I don't kiss and tell kid, sorry.” Lainey huffed looking at me again. “I expect an explanation later.” Fondly rolling my eyes at her and pushing her and the twins away from us so we could run up the stairs.

We reached my room and shut the door quickly. “No more heathens!” She yelled quietly. I started laughing, sometimes that is a real goal to accomplish. I sat on the edge of my bed, my hands running through my hair. “You're so pretty.” She was staring at me. “And why do you say that?” I titled my head pretending to act confused. She looked at the wall just for a second to take a deep breath. Cynthia walked up to me, and placed her hand on my head pulling my hair back just a bit for me to get the memo. “Because you're my girl.”

Am I breathing right now? I think I'm frozen in place. Cynthia looked so proud of herself. I swallowed my spit and tried to answer with as little stuttering as possible. “Well- I-I’m your girl?” Now that I looked nervous, her act completely changed. “Well only if you want to be- I won't force you!-”

I started laughing at how anxious she was for an answer. “Yes you idiot- Of course i'll be your girlfriend!” She looked in almost disbelief, like we hadn't made out in an abandoned car shop an hour and a half ago. “You're the stable girl in my fairytale book, I can't get away from you.” She scoffed at me, leaning down to touch noses with me. “Oh yeah, like you have any room to talk princess.”

She was quick to kiss me. Pushed me back on the bed and crawled on top, her hands tracing up my hips drawing little hearts with her finger tips. I held onto her belt loops with my pointer and index fingers. I felt so warm all over, my face and neck were red from the close distance we were. It feels so familiar, but different at the same time, this kiss is more fiery and hungry. I feel so greedy but I can't help it, the more she kisses me the more I want to kiss back, the longer I want to kiss her. Our lips were practically sealed together.

Cynthia only broke that seal to move down my jaw and neck. She sucked the skin on my neck, the feeling of the blood rushing up to bruise me, making me gasp. I ran my hands through her hair reveling in the feeling of her leaving hickeys down my neck.

The door slammed open, and I pushed Cyn off of me quickly. My baby sister Aliah standing in the doorway with a smile, She was holding her pink and blue blanket my mom had crocheted for her. Sighing, the beating of my heart slowed a bit. “A- sleep here?” I laughed lightly and got off the bed. I picked her up, shut my door, and placed her on my bed with her blanket. “What the fuck did she say?” Cynthia asked, confused as to why I was putting her on my bed and covering her with my blanket. “She said “Ali, can I sleep in here” Except take out a few words and turn Ali into A.” She raised her eyebrows and nodded her head like she knew what was going on.

I unzipped the back of my dress and let it fall off my shoulders. “Woah- WOAH-” turned around confused on what the yelling was. “What!?” Cynthia was facing away from me on my bed, her neck and ears looked bright red. “Oh come on Cyn you can't be serious- you were just giving me a hick-” She snapped her head to me, and then to the very much awake baby laying in my bed and watching us interact with each other. I scoffed. “She doesn't care- she's my sister, I change her butt daily and she can barely speak-” Cynthia just widened her eyes, telling me she doesn't care. “Fine-” I continued changing peacefully, turning to find Aliah climbing on top of Cynthia and Cynthia trying to pull her off her head. I giggled picking her off the poor girl.

“You can borrow some of my clothes if you want to stay the night Cyn- It wouldn't be too crowded on my bed.” She thought about it for a second before deciding to stay, she opened my closet and walked all the way in closing it and turning the light on. “You're kidding me.” I started laughing out of disbelief, something that seemed to be happening a lot today. Cynthia didn't walk out of the closet until she changed out her pants and button up, wearing one of my old wife beaters. “Looking good, Stable girl.” She picked up a hanger from my closet and threw it at me.

“Just get in bed you idiot-” I situated myself first and then let Aliah lay down on my right side and Cynthia on the left. “Good night, Stable girl.” I could hear her roll her eyes. “Good night, Princess.” I kissed Aliah's forehead pulling her blanket onto her a bit more so she’ll be warmer. “Good night, Liah.”

And I closed my eyes letting myself drift to sleep slowly with my two favorite girls.

[ryp3004]

So @hssprimefan asked about Ryanne's bio dad so I decided to put it here instead of reblogging that one post!

Michael was an okay guy. He was an athlete, he had good grades, his dad was an electrician and his mom was a secretary. Michael was the 6th kid of 7. His older siblings were awesome. 1 is a doctor, 2 works with dad, 3 is a dentist, 4 is a pilot, 5 is a lawyer, and 7 is some kind of genius. Michael doesn't know, he tries to keep his head down. Stay focused on the now. But he catches his Dad looking at him sometimes. Hears him when they think he's not listening. "The boy has no direction. No discipline. He's so different from the other kids... I just don't know where we went wrong."

Oh.

He... He didn't know they thought about him like that. That... That explains a lot.

Well, how is he supposed to live up to the others?

They've all got big fancy houses, drive nice fancy cars, have their own fancy families and still find time to send money home.

What's the point of trying?

When he's 15 he meets this girl, Becca. Becca's awesome. She doesn't give a shit what people think of her. She tells Michael that she's gonna direct movies. Like Stanley Kubric. Becca has a clockwork orange tattoo on her hip. "It's my favorite movie." Becca tells him with sparkling eyes. "The storyline, the camera angles, the sound mixing... It's all amazing! I want to make people feel like that one day... Pure awe!" And Michael believes her because Becca is incredible. She's so incredible, it was only a matter of time before he fell for her.

They've been together for a year when Becca sits him down.

"I'm pregnant."

...

Oh...

"I took the test earlier. I'm not sure how far along I am... I haven't told my parents yet."

Lucille and Adam Prince are going to kill him. Right after his parents kill him. Maybe before his siblings kill him., but Michael's not to sure.

"are you sure?" He asks softly, disbelieving. Becca nods and hands him four positive tests.

His parents already have grandchildren. 9, if he remembers right. This won't be as bad as he thinks... They'll tell him everything will be okay and that this is just one of those things, right?

They gave him an ultimatum.

Either break up with Becca and go to college and forget all about this or he's getting kicked out and cut off.

"God, Michael, I can't believe you! How could you be so irresponsible!?" His dad screams at him, shoving him out the door. "Go fix this, or you're out!" He can hear his mom pleading with his Dad, telling him that he's just a boy, he didn't know any better, they can fix this!

And Michael is scared. This is the first time in a long time Michael has been terrified. This wasn't what his life was supposed to be, he was supposed to go to college, get a good job, meet a nice girl, and settle down in a suburban neighborhood. Not... Becca. Not... Whatever's in her stomach.

So he makes his choice. Becca curses him out, slaps him so hard he can feel where her rings cut his cheek. But that's fine. He promises her he'll send her money to help out, but that's it. He doesn't want to know any more than that. And Becca tells him to go fuck himself as he gets in his car.

It'll be okay... Becca's strong, her parents are strong, her family will be fine.

Eight months later he gets a letter in the mail while he's packing up to go to University of Michigan. It's a photograph of a baby girl. HIS baby girl. Ryanne... He tests the name on his tongue and he can't stop saying it. That's his baby, he should be there with Becca, he needs to go to... Where? Becca said she doesn't want to see him... Said that he was nothing to her. This was just a courtesy. It should be just a blip in his radar.

Next year he gets another post card. Ryanne has his curls. She has his eyes. His mole. He puts the picture on his desk and when his roommate asks he says it's his little sister.

Every year he gets another post card. He graduates when Ryanne is 4. He gets a job at an architectural firm when she's 6. He starts getting his buildings built when she's 7. She's 10 when he finally decides to write her a letter. He tells her who he is. He tells her that he's sorry. He tells her that he's so proud of who she's become. He tells her to say hi to becca for him. He tells her that she doesn't have to respond.

But she does.

She writes him a letter.

She says she's not sure about Dad, but Mike seems nice enough and that she'd like to get to write him sometimes if that's okay.

She sends him a picture she took with a pumpkin she carved.

Michael gets 5 copies of the photo to put everywhere. One on his desk, one in his office, one in his car, one in his wallet, and one in his hallway.

He tells people that's his pumpkin when they ask.

That's his daughter, Ryanne.

She tells him about Becca and her new husband Tom. And Michael is so happy for her. So happy that she found someone who could do what he couldn't.

When Ryanne is 11 she invites him to her birthday party. It's just gonna be mom and dad, but it'd be cool if Mike was there, too :).

Michael takes off the weekend and buys her every flavor cupcake in the bakery.

Ryanne liked the ones that had pumpkins on the wrapper.

Becca took a picture of them together.

Michael makes as many copies as he can. One for every desk he owns. Every room in his house. Every wallet he buys or will buy.

When Ryanne gets a phone they start texting every so often.

He takes her on a week long vacation every summer.

He loves his daughter, and even though Ryanne doesn't call him Dad, he's happy to be Mike.

[polyhexian]

despite Jasper telling Raine not to call him for CATTs business after the finale, I feel like Raine would, indeed, end up calling him. a lot. because, like. there's an entire oppressive government to mop up, and as former Golden Guards both Jasper and Hunter would be a wealth of information.

it's a 50-50 chance whether Jasper will just hang up or whether he'll demand some ridiculous price for his help, but Raine has a dangerous castle full of an evil emperor's secrets to clean up, and the former Golden Guards are RIGHT THERE.

so like…

~

"Whispers, I told you not to call me."

"I know, don't worry, I'll be quick. Is there a backup key to the treasury?"

"I'm sorry, what?"

"We can't find the treasury secretary and the key is gone and we KIND OF need the relief funds - "

"Ohoho you guys are screwed, if you try going in there without the key you're gonna get vaporized by the security system."

"I AM AWARE. Do you know of some other way to get in?"

"Mmm theoretically."

"…What's it gonna cost to get you to help?"

"I've been considering getting my own wifi plan. Could you get the fees waived for, like, forever?"

~

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW TO GET UPPER-LEVEL ACCESS TO THE CASTLE'S CRYSTAL BALL NETWORK?"

"Hello to you too, Whispers."

"YES, HI, WE'RE KIND OF ON A TIME LIMIT HERE, NO TIME TO EXPLAIN BUT LILITH'S ACCESS WAS REVOKED SO - "

"Pfft wait, they actually locked her out? Oh, wait, she was alive when she defected, that makes sense…"

"JASPER PLEASE I KNOW THIS IS A LONGSHOT BUT IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS - "

"Here I'll just text you my username and password."

"…WHAT???"

"Yeah they never changed it, pretty stupid of them. There you go, sent, feel free to use it as much as you like, it's not like I need it anymore. Also stop calling me."

~

"Listen I know you said you don't care to participate in government BUT I'm just putting out feelers so I wanted to know if you had any ideas on how to de-militarize the Emperor's Coven?"

"What makes you think I understand the first thing about political theory?"

"You were the Emperor's RIGHT HAND MAN."

"Haha yeah, doesn't mean I understood anything."

~

"Did Belos actually acquire the XYZ artifact?"

"Oh, yeah, I got that for him like 20 years ago."

"Great! Do you know where he stored it?"

"Not a clue."

~

"Whispers I am marathoning Cosmic Frontier with my kid, this had better be important."

"Sorry, just - quick question, we're trying to clear Belos's wing of the castle and we need to know, how many secret passages are there in this hallway?"

"Well in the hallway there's five, but there's another two in his chambers and one in his study."

"For the love of - "

"Hm? One sec. …Okay, Hunter says there's actually three in the study and seven in the hallway - wait, but Hunter, you never knew about the grimwalker lab? Huh. Okay so between me and Hunter there are eight in the hallway. That we know of."

"Great. Fantastic."

"Also watch out for the booby traps. And now that I think about it, one of the passages in the bedchamber is probably keyed so that only a human can enter, so you might want to recruit Luz for that."

"Is there anything I can do to get you to come help us clear this place?"

"Absolutely not. Wait, let me check - hey, Hunter, want to go back to the site of our torment to help Whispers and Mason do their jobs? Yeah, didn't think so."

"Alright, alright, sorry for asking."

"Oh, but I do claim anything you find pertaining to grimwalkers as, like, reparations or whatever. At the very least there should be a shelf full of journals in the lab. You can give what's left of Caleb back to the Clawthornes, though, he's their graverobbed great-great-whatever-granddad."

"Oh dear titan."

"Going back to our marathon now, if you have an emergency in the next thirteen hours I am NOT answering my scroll. Byyyyyyye."

SO fucking funny. "here's my password have fun kids" and that's how Raine finds out how jasper has known everything always all the time jehshdhdja. THAT SON OF A-

Don't forget jasper loves being bribed. When hunter is busy or at school jasper can be convinced to do stuff. Mostly with food. Food is a great motivator the man is hungry.

Raine: hey... Can you come and break down the wards in Belos's chambers?

Jasper: no

Raine: you want a house

Jasper: what

Raine: a house. White picket fence. Bay windows. Kitchen nook. You want one

Jasper: wh

Raine: mason will make you a house if you will come deactivate these wards

Jasper: why would I need a house. I have a house.

Raine: you live in a cave.

Jasper: I like my cave.

Raine: I bet hunter would like a house.

Jasper: I'll be right there

[godfrey-the-chaos-duck]

Guys why can't I draw the ducks (or people)

Context: my friend and I had a really long phone call on Wednesday wherein we talked about all the stuff that must've happened off-screen in The 87 Cent Solution, and I wish I could make it into a comic that does it justice

Random Rambles under the cut for those who wanna know more (I explain all of it)

Scrooge had been working wayyy too hard all week and that's how he ended up sick. I've decided.

The morning the episode starts definitely opened with a near-exact mirror of the first scene in DT87's Scroogerello. Differences are: it's Dewey, not Huey, that goes to crack the egg on Scrooge's face to see if his fever's high enough to fry it (Beakley stops him) and it's Beakley, not the kids, who drags his stubborn feathered ass back to bed.

Now, one thing that always confused me about this ep is "WHY DIDN'T THEY CALL BEAKLEY??" And I know the logical answer for us is "Well if they'd called her we wouldn't have had an episode" and honestly that probably goes for a lot of the episodes but IN UNIVERSE there is no reason why they wouldn't call her

UNLESS she was like literally unreachable.

So together we came up with the idea that she was doing a two-day deep-clean of the mansion (an annual Beakley tradition) which she hyperfocuses on so hard that she legitimately forgets everyone else exists. She also has her airpods in (she listens to opera/death metal fusions, and that was my friend's idea. Nightwish is probably one of her faves) and so she cannot hear ANY of the ensuing chaos.

Right before she starts this 48-hour seclusion from reality, she declares that Duckworth is in charge of taking care of Scrooge. Now, this was a big old mistake-a-rooney from her because as we know, Duckworth doesn't much care for her and is loyal to Scrooge to a FAULT.

Scrooge stays in bed for just long enough that Beakley is out of earshot, and then immediately gets up and starts getting dressed.

As he pulls his jacket on, he locks eyes with Duckworth from across the room.

The pair make what shall henceforth be known as the "Fuck You, Beakley Agreement". Under the terms of this, Scrooge can now escape, and Duckworth won't tell. They even do this 🤐.

Scrooge does the thing you see in movies when a kid is grounded and has to sneak out for Plot Reasons (cause he's basically been grounded by Beakley), and ties his bedsheets together and makes a rope to go out the window.

His next step? Getting to work without a driver. Launchpad is off buying him a birthday card, as we see him (I assume mistakenly) think it's Scrooge's birthday in the episode. Luckily, for reasons of I Said So, he finds a pair of rollerskates belonging to Webby. He puts them on, straightens his top hat determinedly, and speeds off down the hill and into Duckburg.

Shortly afterwards, Huey and Webby go to check on Scrooge.

They quickly run into two problems.

He is not there.

Beakley is unavailable.

So the kids' first instinct is to call Launchpad, who isn't available EITHER cause he's shopping (for, again, THE ENTIRE WRONG DAY)

So instead, Huey calls Fenton - Gizmoduck can take them to the Bin and maybe even beat Scrooge there.

Cue a kick-ass chase sequence through Duckburg, which, in my mind, is set to "Holding Out For A Hero" and I can see it SO CLEARLY.

Now, Gizmoduck has speed, sure, but Scrooge is going, like, ALARMINGLY fast for a 150 year old man on quad skates, and what's more, he knows every inch of Duckburg (he was there when it was built) and so knows every shortcut there is.

It turns out Scrooge gets to the Bin first, and in order to stop, he ends up having to literally brace himself against the wall with both hands. As he comes away from the wall he slips. So the skates come off, and he runs down a corridor, where he scares the daylights out of a new secretary/intern.

He leans against the door to catch his breath, and demands coffee "blacker than my soul".

The secretary looks him over.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather have tea, sir? Perhaps with some honey and lemon?" they ask sweetly

"Are you questioning my judgement?" Scrooge snaps back, a fire in his eyes. The secretary runs off, realises they don't know where the drinks machine is, and runs the other way. She gets him six shots of espresso (Good Omens in-joke cause we both thought it'd be funny as hell) which he is juuuust about to down in one go when BAM! In comes Gizmoduck with the kids. Dewey takes the coffee, and takes a sip. He immediately hates it (it's super bitter - not his thing at all) and propmtly decides that Coffee Is The Worst. (It isn't, espresso was a bit of an ambitious first try).

There's a moment where everyone just stares at each other. The secretary backs away slowly.

Scrooge BOLTS down the hall. Huey and Webby follow him.

Then we get to the start of the episode, but the fun is just beginning!

Between the bit where it's revealed that Scrooge may have Gold Fever, and the bit where he does the live news report from his office, I think one night passed. Scrooge didn't sleep a bit, which explains why he looks like hell on wheels in the next shot.

Now, the bin was on total lockdown, so no-one was leaving that night. You know what that means...

(Webby voice) SLEEPOVER! Everyone sets up camp in the lobby. The boys raid the break room for couch cushions, Webby gets chairs and an old tarpaulin from a store closet to make the most majestic fort the world has ever seen, Gyro gets a hotplate to roast marshmallows over (a campfire was too risky) and Louie sets up a projector for a movie night. All in all, it's actually fairly cool, given the circumstances.

Then Act 2 happens and everything goes to Deepest of Shit.

Honestly really the whole thing is building on this piece I wrote that I have FINALLY got motivation and ideas to do more with!

Scrooge FINALLY agrees to get the fuck home, and it all sorta catches up with him as he leaves the Bin.

Beakley has noticed that things are quiet but does not yet know why.

However, she is about to find out.

The doorbell rings.

The kids are all talking over each other trying to explain everything. Launchpad is helping Scrooge walk up the steps to the house. Scrooge is wrapped up in a tartan blanket like a little Scottish burrito, his arms and legs like jelly, and his voice nearly completely gone.

He promptly passes out and falls into Beakley's arms. Beakley is Hella Confused, she thought Scrooge was in his room and Duckworth was looking after him. She glares at Duckworth, who floats away without a word.

Scrooge rests for a couple days, and then eventually he comes down as if about to apologise. But he does not. He stands awkwardly in the corner, like a child who opened their Christmas presents early.

Everyone else is currently discussing how to get back at Glomgold (they have by now figured out that he is somehow behind this)

Scrooge is like "what the hell have I missed"

The kids show him their plan to fake his death. Scrooge thinks it's crazy at first - but it's just crazy enough to work.

Beakley rings up one of her old S.H.U.S.H. contacts for Scrooge's disguise - this is gonna be good.

So they send invites to the "funeral" and ask that a report get done on Scrooge having passed. And then all THAT happens.

And then that's kinda the end I guess sorry for the long post.