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Fairway to Heaven - Part 4

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TW: Mentions of sexual assault, harassment.

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The summer turns into fall, and Briar and Harry are living in their bubble of bliss. They’re professional when at Wynnewood, but a full-on domestic couple in private. Briar started her MBA, and Harry is thriving at work, finally finding the balance he’s been craving.

Uncle Patrick has completely warmed up to the couple, inviting them over for dinner and drinks regularly. Harry continuously charms her Aunt Meredith, and bonds with each of her brothers, talking about golf, music, and Marvel movies. One day, Briar received a text from her Uncle Patrick; All 6 of her favorite guys smiling in a group photo on the 14th hole of Wynnewood. Her heart was positively bursting.

Gus’s preferences shift as well; Before Harry, Briar was Gus’s whole world. Now, she’s the last to be greeted when they walk in the door, and is given a deathly side eye if she joins the two of them on HER bed. Harry sneaks out for a run in the mornings when he stays at Briar’s, always bringing Gus with him for the first half mile.

If Briar heads over to Harry’s, Gus is usually in tow. He even bought Gus a bed and some toys to make him feel at home.

Caroline and Briar made amends a week after their trip to the city. They’ve known each other long enough to know they need time to cool off and collect their thoughts. Briar invited Caroline out to breakfast with her and Harry, so they can meet and get to know one another. Caroline sent Briar a text to let her know Harry seems like a great guy, and if she’s happy, then they’re all happy.

Briar is halfway through her shift on the back course when she hears another cart pull up behind her.

“There’s my beer angel!” Niall shouts, lifting her up in the air from behind.

“Oi! Hands off,” Harry snaps, glaring at him. He shoves Niall out of the way, giving Briar a gentle kiss.

“Hi, Birdie,” he whispers.

“Hi, Daddy,” she whispers into his mouth, praying Niall is out of earshot. To prying eyes, their exchange is disgusting.

Niall is sifting through her cooler, trying to find the coldest Mich Ultra.

“Niall!” Harry yells, throwing his hands up. “You’re paying for that.”

“What’re you, her security guard?” Niall laughs, popping open the beer.

“Harry, it’s fine,” Briar assures, touching his arm gently.

He huffs, still glaring at Niall.

“Who’s winning?” Briar asks, unsure if she’s poking a bear.

“Me!” Niall laughs. “I think your boy is a bit distracted.”

“He’s had some lucky shots,” Harry grumbles.

Briar rubs his arm before wrapping hers around his waist. The course is relatively empty today, so she feels comfortable being so close to him. Since revealing their relationship to Niall, he’s taken the liberty of cracking a joke at every opportunity.

“When is your shift over?” Harry asks, leaning his cheek down on top of her head.

“Mmm, I offered to stay late today. Probably closer to 6,” she sighs, not wanting to let go of him.

“Okay, love birds, hurry up. I gotta stay warmed up if I’m gonna drop the hammer on H here,” Niall rolls his eyes, jumping back on the cart.

Briar’s heart flutters at Niall’s frivolous use of the word ‘love’. Harry squeezes her one more time before returning to their cart.

“We’re Audi 5000,” Harry says, holding up the peace sign while stepping on the gas and driving away.

“Yeah, that didn’t make you sound 100 years old!” she yells out, laughing at them.

“LL Cool J is the man!” he shouts back.

On her midday break, she heads into the dining room to say hi to Cam. Their schedules haven’t lined up recently.

“Hey girl!” Cam gleams, waving her over. “Haven’t seen you in forever!”

“I know! And life has been crazy,” she plops down on one of the bar stools.

Cam puts the glassware in her hands on the bar and leans over, placing her chin on her palms, “Soooo. How’s Harry?”

Briar can’t hide the smile on her face. “Everything is good. Better than good, really.”

“Sorry if you take offense to this, but I’m imagining the sex is fucking incredible.”

“You’d be correct. No offense taken,” Briar giggles.

“Ugh, I need to get laid,” Cam admits, not caring if her patrons at the bar hear her.

“Want me to get the low down on Niall for you?”

“It wouldn’t hurt, but something tells me I can probably pull him on my own,” she laughs.

Briar laughs, “yeah, you’re right.”

The two girls chat for a little longer, catching up on other club gossip. Briar heads back out to her cart, only to find a tiny stuffed owl sitting on the seat. She looks around, unsure where he could be. Her heart swells at the gesture.

She drives around hoping to find Harry, her new companion sitting on the cart’s tiny dashboard. Rounding the corner to the back half of the course, she spots a figure on the 14th hole, just as the sun is setting.

She smiles, loving that this has become their spot. He acknowledges her, his smile lighting up as she gets closer. She parks her cart parallel to his, barely putting hers in park before she launches herself into his cart.

“Woah, nelly!”

“Hi, Daddy,” she says, kissing next to his ear, smelling his shampoo.

“Hi, Birdie. How’s your day?”

“Good. I love my new little friend,” she says, looking over at the little owl.

“I almost bought you a little chick, but this one stood out to me more,” he smiles. “What’re you gonna name him?”

Without skipping a beat, Briar says, “Joaquin.”

Harry juts out his lip, nodding his head. “I like it.”

She shuffles to hover over Harry’s hips, her skirt fanning out to cover both of their laps. Harry looks down, grinning at her deviously.

“Panties off, Birdie,” he says assertively.

She gasps, heat sneaking up from her neck to her cheeks. “Are you sure, Daddy?”

He keens at her response. His brave girl. “Mhm. We’ll be real careful,” he says, unbuckling his belt. He lifts both of them so he can pull his pants over his ass. She pulls her thong off, setting it off to the side.

The sun is setting, and the course is essentially empty. The hustle and bustle leaving them with the calming sounds of the wooded area beside them.

“Where’s Niall?” Briar asks, looking around.

“Left a bit ago.”

“O-okay,” she says, nodding. Briar perches herself on the bench beside him. She leans down, looking up at him before touching.

“Go ahead baby, get me out so you can fuck yourself on my cock next,” he rasps.

Briar’s stomach is stirring with excitement; the idea of being caught sending a shiver down her spine. She touches him over his briefs lightly, his cock twitching in response. She fishes him out, immediately kissing his tip and giving small licks on the top half of his dick. While she busies herself, Harry reaches his hand around to play with her pussy. She’s already dripping, so Harry inserts two fingers and starts fucking her.

She moans as she wraps her lips around him, not caring if the whole club can see them. Briar runs her tongue along the juicy veins before sucking him further. Taking a deep breath, she braces to take him deeper. She’s been practicing relaxing her throat.

Harry grunts loudly, taking his right hand to press down on the back of her neck. She takes his encouragement, only wanting to take him deeper. She inches her way until her nose is buried in his pubic hair. She gurgles, pulling off of him abruptly to gasp for air.

“Took me so deep, baby. So fucking proud,” Harry beams, not believing this girl is his. “Make me happier every day.”

Her pussy is dripping, unable to wait another second. He removes his fingers before sticking them in his mouth.

“Daddy, I need you,” she pouts, moving to sit back on his lap, his cock just barely swiping her center.

“Go ahead baby, take what’s yours,” he instructs, eager to see her take control. Indirectly, of course.

She reaches between them, gripping his cock to line it up with her needy hole. Every part of her wants to sink down as fast as possible, but she opts to sink down deliciously and slowly. They gasp and moan in unison, Harry’s eyes rolling back a bit.

“So deep!” she screams, her head falling back.

Instead of telling her to be quiet, he reaches around her to raise her head back up and stuffs his middle and ring finger in her mouth. She welcomes the intrusion, swirling her tongue between them. He pushes further back in her mouth, choking her a bit, while thrusting up to meet her bounces.

He removes his fingers for a quick second, leaving her gasping for air as she’s bouncing all over his cock. He wants so badly to pull her tits out, but that’s too risky. He shoves his fingers back in her mouth. Reaching between them, he rubs her clit furiously, knowing she’s getting close.

Her bounces are becoming less rhythmic and more sloppy. He smiles at her, “C’mon, Birdie, take it.”

She slurs around his fingers, “I’m gonna cum, Daddy. I’m so close.” His fingers are so big in her mouth, making her sound like she has a lisp.

“I want it baby, give it to me,” he grits out, still rubbing her clit. She stops all movement, her head slamming down onto Harry’s shoulder, letting out an extended whine. He thrusts into her a few more times, spilling everything in him. She feels warm and heavenly.

Harry lazily looks around, spotting no one around them. He scratches her back, encouraging her to lift herself off of him.

“Ughn,” Briar whines as she goes to stand.

“I know, Birdie. Did so good f’me.”

She pulls off, feeling his cum drip down her thighs. She reaches for her discarded panties, before Harry snatches them.

“Uh-uh, nope,” he says, shoving them in his pocket.

“Daddy!” she says, shocked. This feels so scandalous.

“Hope it isn’t breezy,” he says, winking before kissing her neck. He shoos her back to her cart. She grabs his golf towel, laying it down before sitting again, the juices dripping deliciously.

Briar showers after her shift — for obvious reasons, before heading to her house to grab Gus. Harry invited them over to hang out with a few of his friends.

She arrives at his house, making direct eye contact with Harry’s nosy neighbor. This time, Briar marches right to the front door and lets herself in. She hears laughter coming from the kitchen, so she lets go of Gus’s leash, letting him run straight to Harry.

“Gus!” Harry yells, lifting the dog’s top half up.

“Oi! Who’s this?” One of the brunette men sat around the island asks.

“This is Gus,” Harry says, pointing to the pup. “I’m dating his mother.”

Briar bursts out laughing, shaking her head at her boyfriend’s weird sense of humor. Harry leans over to give her a kiss.

“It’s nice to meet you, Briar. We’ve heard a lot about you,” the same man says, rolling his eyes at Harry.

“This is Ben, and that’s Tom, Tom and Jeffrey,” Harry says, pointing to each of them.

“Nice to meet you all!” she beams, despite feeling nervous being in a room full of older men. They are all clearly older than Harry — probably closer to Patrick’s age.

“Ben, you’re the one who kept Harry off the streets while he renovated his house, right?” Briar asks, remembering what Harry told her on her first visit to his place.

Harry smiles at the small detail she picked up on.

“That’s right. It was like having a little gremlin in my attic,” he smiles, as Harry punches him in the arm lightly.

The men shoot their shit, and Briar is just happy to watch them interact, interjecting when relevant. She hates when girlfriends ruin their boyfriend’s time with friends by turning the attention on themselves.

Harry decides he wants to move the party outside, so he starts carrying drinks to the fire pit, but is struggling to carry them.

“Help me, Jeffrey!” Harry says, in a strangely high-pitched voice. She assumes it’s from one of their many inside jokes. Jeff jumps out of his chair to grab a few of the cans from his hands.

“How do you carry all those drinks at once, Briar?” Harry huffs, just barely making it to the outdoor table.

“I get to practice on some needy members. Specifically members named Niall and Harry,” she teases, causing them all to erupt into laughter.

They sit around telling stories, the further they go back in time, the crazier. Briar rests comfortably on Harry’s lap on the comfy round chair. She thinks even if she met Harry when he was younger, they’d still get together. It’s later in the night, so the men opt to go back to their hotels, since a few of them are visiting from out of town.

She starts to doze off, before Harry whispers in her ear, “They really like you, Birdie.”

She can feel his smile against her neck. “Let’s get you to bed,” he says softly. “Want me to carry you?”

She giggles, her eyes still not opening. “Yeah.”

She turns around, wrapping herself around him, crossing her ankles over his butt. Gus senses their movement, and does a downward dog stretch before trotting inside.

She clings to him as he locks doors and shuts off lights. He struggles to carry her upstairs, but manages. He drops her on his bed before diving on top of her, whistling John Cena’s wrestling song.

“Bah badum bummmm, bah badum bummmm. It’s John Cena!”

“You are such a loser!” she laughs, about ready to pee her pants. It’s this point in time where she realizes this man is no different than her brothers.

“Watch that tone, baby,” he warns, giving a smack to her ass.

She crawls under his covers, absolutely wiped out. Gus is sleeping on the floor at the foot of the bed.

“Thanks for inviting me,” Briar says when they’re laid on their sides staring at each other.

It’s a slow morning when she wakes up. It’s early, but Briar’s internal clock keeps her on a tight schedule. Harry is still snoring, so she sneaks out the door with Gus so he can go to the bathroom.

Her boyfriend is thoughtful enough to keep a bag of Gus’s food and a spare food and water dish for him. He begins to chow down, so she brews a cup of coffee for herself and for Harry.

With her mug, she heads back outside to finish watching the sun rise and wake up more. It’s only 15 minutes before Harry joins her outside. She smiles, leaning in when he goes to kiss her temple.

“There’s coffee inside for you,” she says, her voice full of sleep.

“Thanks, Birdie,” he says, plopping down on the chaise lounge, looking straight into the sun, but eyes still shut. “Bed got cold up there without ya.”

Briar hums, “Do you have a busy day today?”

“I can make it not busy,” he looks over at her, squinting.

“No need, was just curious. Are you cool if I stay while you work? I’m finally not at Wynnewood for once.”

“Fine with me. I always bother you at work. I can show you what business not to go into,” he laughs.

“Can’t be that bad,” she challenges him.

“You’re right. It’s given me a pretty good life,” he says, encouraging her to join him on his chaise. “Wouldn’t have met you otherwise.”

Briar is lounging on Harry’s sofa with Gus at her feet while Harry works. He moved his laptop into the kitchen so he can be closer to them, although he has been getting heavily distracted by the Real Housewives of New Jersey reunion.

“Y’know, I don’t think Teresa has ever liked Melissa,” Harry says, matter of factly.

Briar whips her head to gawk at him, her eyebrows raised. “What? You watch this show?”

“I’m fucking with you, I googled ‘RHONJ hot takes’ to see your reaction. I’m satisfied,” he snickers.

“Well that’s a take I agree with. After so many seasons, you just have to pick a side,” Briar yawns.

“Y’can take a nap if you’re tired. No need to stay up for my sake,” Harry says.

“I will, once this is over. How many meetings do you have left?”

“Just 3 more. But they’re all an hour or hour and a half,” he frowns.

“Do you have to be on camera?”

He cocks his head, unsure where she’s going with this question.

“Uh, no, not necessarily. I’ve worked with all of these people before. I usually am on camera if I’m meeting them for the first time,” he explains.

She smiles to herself, before returning back to her show. She has a feeling Harry will go back to his office for his other meetings, knowing his back is probably killing him from hunching over the island.

Like clockwork, Harry goes into his office for his second call. She gives him about 5 minutes before she tip toes to the large wooden door. She opens it slowly, his eyes meeting hers over his monitor.

Harry quickly mutes his microphone and takes himself off camera. His attention darting back and forth from the meeting and Briar. She walks around the side of his desk slowly, to which he swivels his chair to face her.

“What are you doing, lovie?” he says in a whisper, untrusting of his mute button.

Briar says nothing, sinking to her knees. Harry’s eyes go wide as he feels her pull his sweatpants down, revealing his flaccid dick that’ll come to life in a few short minutes. He looks to the ceiling, determining his next move. Does he tell her to leave? Or jeopardize his career by letting her continue and punish her later?

Harry chooses the latter.

By this point, his cock is fully erect and ready to go. Briar peers up with him as she plunges over him. Harry’s eyes close, expecting her to start bobbing her head up and down. Instead, she remains perfectly still.

He looks down at his girl, and she’s staring right back at him. He’s completely zoned out, until he hears his colleague say his name.

“Harry? What do you think?”

“I-I uhm, I agree, this sounds like a lucrative opportunity for us. Do you have a full report to share?” he manages to choke out.

Briar smiles as much as she can with his cock down her throat. She starts to gently suckle on his tip, then pushes his length halfway in, making sure to swallow frequently so her throat contracts, sending him into a tizzy. A few minutes pass of repeating this pattern, and Harry is ready to disintegrate.

The meeting continues, and Harry is holding on by a thread. He feels Briar pull off of him slowly, before rising to her feet and climbing on his lap. He exhales, thankful he didn’t cum with his colleagues on the phone. She wastes no time, inserting his cock in her pussy, not even bothering to remove her underwear and sleep shorts. Instead of lifting herself up and down, she grinds a little, but remains mostly stationary. Her hands cup his face, kissing down his jaw and neck.

Is she — cockwarming him?

His breathing is labored this time, unsure if he can hold off painting her velvety walls with his cum. He bites down on her shoulder.

She whispers lowly in his ear, bouncing a little, “come in me, Daddy.”

With that, he thrusts upward lazily, whines, and drains his balls into her. He can barely catch his breath. They stay like that, letting the meeting run its course. The team is dragging out their goodbyes, so Harry unmutes and chokes out, “Thanksguysgottadropoffbye.”

Briar comes back to life, squirming on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and nuzzling in.

“Where’d you learn that one, baby girl?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“Google,” she laughs while pulling off of him, both of them hyper-fixating on the liquid dripping from her cunt. “‘Kay, I’m gonna go take a nap.”

Harry is dumbfounded. He goes to warn her she’s in for a rude awakening, but the notification for his call with Niall chimes.

When Harry is done his work day, Harry sneaks upstairs to spy on Briar. She’s sound asleep in his bed, with Gus at her side. Having the dog in his bed isn’t his favorite thing in the world, but the two of them look comfortable as hell, he has to admit.

“Gus Gus,” Harry calls quietly, causing the dog to lift his head. He jumps down from the bed, and Harry is able to shoo him into the hallway. Briar doesn’t stir.

Harry pads into his closet to find the unopened Amazon package, making sure to tip toe. He quietly shuts the door, sitting on the floor. He tears open the package, watching the contents dump on his lap.

He inspects the items, gently running his fingers along the rope, taking note of the intricate weaves. His spine shivers with excitement, eager to see Briar’s body react to being tied up. Tonight, he’ll keep it simple by tying her wrists behind her back. But, he’ll keep her waiting a bit. Not a long time, but maybe enough for a quick shower, or go outside to his putting green.

He rises from his spot on the floor, slowly unraveling the rope. He stands at the side of the bed, staring down at his girl. She’s blowing small puffs of air out of her mouth, her lips in an adorable pout.

He walks around to ‘his side’ of the bed, before pulling the sheet and duvet back. He slides in slowly, still not wanting to wake her. He shuffles closer, pressing his entire body against hers. He nuzzles his face into her neck, pressing delicate kisses up the column.

Briar gasps lightly, before slowly craning her neck to touch her cheek to his nose.

“Hi, Birdie,” Harry whispers, kissing her cheek. “Sleep good?”

“Hi,” Briar yawns. “Yeah, your bed is comfy. Probably could sleep until tomorrow.”

“It is tomorrow,” he says sheepishly. He’s full of shit, but wants to rile her up, knowing her brain is playing catch up. She starts to sit up, reaching for her phone.

“Kidding!” he laughs. She smacks his chest, laying back down. She’s still facing away from him.

“I have a surprise,�� he whispers.

“Hm? What is it?”

Harry starts to dangle the rope over her exposed skin. It doesn’t compute right away, but when it does, she freezes, slowly turning around to face him.

“Now?” she squeaks.

“Now,” he nods, fake pouting. “Up ya go.”

He helps her remove her clothes and move to a kneeling position while he stands on the floor, shins pressed against the bed. Harry starts by tying a slip knot around her wrists, nothing too crazy, but he wraps the remainder of the rope around her shoulders to rest above her collar bones. Her décolletage drives Harry wild; that area of her body always looks incredible, clothed or not. His cock twitches, eager to see the rope there.

When everything is secure, he brings her to a lying position on her left side, facing the en suite. “Good girl,” he whispers, kissing her neck. He tugs the rope for good measure. “Gonna go take a shower now.”

Her eyes bug out of her head, grunting when she moves her arms, forgetting she’s in the restraints already.

“B-but, I said…” she trails off, a look of pure terror flashing across her face.

“I know what you said, Birdie. Daddy knows what’s best for you right now,” he hums, giving her a look of pity. “Won’t leave you for long.”

He spins on his heels towards the bathroom, and Briar feels like she could start crying. The feeling of fight or flight has never been so strong. She takes a few shallow breaths to calm her nerves, looking around the room.

Somehow maneuvering her body to flip to a kneeling position, her face laying flat on the mattress, she rotates her head to look at Harry’s bed side table. She spots a bottle of lube, her vibrator, and one more item she can’t make out. She slams her eyes shut, dreading the night ahead of her.

In the shower, Harry is taking his grand old time, building the anticipation. He neglects to clean most of his body, opting to play with his cock instead. The rainfall shower head paired with the jets that shoot from the wall make the perfect combination for teasing himself. He brings himself to the edge a few times, but doesn’t dare let go.

Before turning the water off, he switches the temperature to ice cold, waking up his senses. He grabs his towel out of the warmer, and starts to dry off, shaking out his hair, his curls relaxing into waves as he’s aged.

Briar’s ears perk up at the sound of the water turning off. She’s grateful he didn’t stick something in her mouth to gag her. She’s been whining and writhing pathetically since the minute Harry shut the door. Her shoulders are killing her and she’s sheathed in sweat.

The door swings open, a puff of steam surrounding him. She smiles, thinking back to their run-in, except this time, Harry’s towel is not around his waist, but being run through his sopping hair, his thick cock swinging as he walks. He stares down at Briar, admiring his handy work of the knots.

Harry takes the towel in his hand, holding it out lengthwise. She peers up at him, their eyes locking, the thought simultaneously invading their minds. Harry holds the towel up before letting go of one end, the fabric cracking as it makes contact with Briar’s ass.

Briar yelps, unable to move. She tries to flip over, grunting in frustration when the ropes prevent her. Harry lets her squirm, getting a mild satisfaction from the struggle. She’ll wear herself out before they even get started.

“Settle down, Birdie.”

“I-I — I need help,” she cries out. If Harry doesn’t touch her soon, she’s sure she’ll light on fire.

“Help with what, baby?”

“Daddy, please,” she begs. “Please touch me.”

“Thanks for asking nicely, baby. But, I think there’s something else I’d like you to do, first,” Harry smirks. Her look of panic returns, but he simply grabs the rope and maneuvers her so she’s on her back, her head hanging over the edge of the bed. The cadence of Harry’s words slow down when he’s in a mood.

He hovers over her, placing his cock so it lays heavy on her lips. She opens her mouth, waiting for his next move. The whole time, her eyes have been squeezed shut. Opting to finally open them, she almost laughs, having never seen Harry from this angle.

He snaps his hips forward, shoving his cock halfway in her mouth. She gags, not prepared for the quick movement. He gives her a moment to adjust, basking in the feeling of her contracting her throat.

“Good girl, letting me fuck your little mouth like this. Look at you, absolutely drooling for it.”

Briar’s eyelashes flutter; her mouth has never been this full. She incoherently cries out, where Harry can barely make out her saying ‘please’.

Harry pushes in fully, watching as tears leak out of her eyes. His movements are minuscule, having no where else to go. He removes himself, listening to her sputter and gasp for air. He peers down at her, watching her chest rise and fall unevenly. Before she can say a word, he snaps his hips again, this time reaching down to cup her face. His thrusts start out slow, but increase pace quickly. He’s fully fucking her mouth.

She chokes and cries more, until he relents and pulls out, her wails now louder, unmuffled by his cock. Harry squats down to her level, petting the sweat-drenched hair off her forehead. He kisses her gently on her temple. His cock is painfully red.

“Did so well f’me, lovie. Let’s get you back up on the bed, here.”

He laces his hands under her neck and knees, flipping her so her head is on the pillow. Her arms are fully numb, her shoulders feeling like she spent hours in the gym. Despite feeling like she got hit by a bus, her core is absolutely dripping. She crosses her legs, hoping Harry will let it go.

No such luck. Harry joins her on the bed, laying flat on his stomach. She can’t look at him, so she tucks her face into the blanket beside her.

“Why are you hiding, Birdie?”

“I c-can’t,” she sniffles, overwhelmed by the different sensations she’s experienced today. Her voice is hoarse and completely fucked out.

“You can. Gonna make you feel so good, baby. Patience,” he smiles, knowing this is one of the areas for improvement.

She goes to speak again, but is interrupted by Harry’s tongue and fingers entering her abruptly. Incoherent babbling pours from her mouth, leading Harry to shush her.

“Always so wet f’me. Barely’ve even touched you and you’re ruining my sheets,” Harry says, sucking her clit into his mouth. He pulls off, “Makes Daddy so crazy. Wish I could take you everywhere with me. And you’d do it, wouldn’t you, baby? Let Daddy fuck you anywhere and everywhere?”

She’s thought about it — just lounging around Harry’s house, naked all day every day, being his fuck toy. But, she’s a girl with goals — goals she knows Harry wouldn’t hold her back from.

“Yes,” she sighs. “I’m yours.”

Harry pauses, a whimper almost escaping his own mouth. He licks her feverishly, lapping over her labias. Groaning, he leaves his position between her legs and hovers over her, gently pressing his hand over her neck. They haven’t officially done this yet, so Harry waits for Briar’s reaction.

God, she wishes her hands weren’t tied — she’d place her hand over his. She squirms around, kicking her feet out in the process. She comes loud and fast, arching her back in the process.

“Ah, yes, Daddy!” she strains out.

Pressing down a little more firmly, he uses his other hand to pump his cock a few times, lining it up with her center. He swipes the tip around before pressing in, slow and controlled, unlike how he took her mouth.

He reaches over to the nightstand to grab her vibrator, flicking the switch and turning it on. Briar’s head pops up.

“N-no, no, no, no,” she begs, already about to come. The vibrations would make her unravel instantly.

“Why not, baby? Gonna make you come as many times as I can.”

Briar mewls in response. Of course she wants to. But generally, she needs a moment in between, and she gets this unsettling feeling that Harry will be relentless in this mission.

And he is relentless — starting off on the slowest setting, making her come twice back to back, then upping the speed to the highest setting and just holding it there.

She’s howling at this point, pulling so hard on her restraints, she knows she’ll have craters formed on her skin. Coming once more, Harry joins her, releasing loudly into her. He’s too slow to shut off the vibrator, causing Briar to bark at him.

“Enough! Stop, stop, stop.”

He smiles, so unbelievable proud of her. Pulling out, he starts to loosen the rope, allowing her to relax. Slowly, he guides her arms out from underneath her, her whimpers continuing. He feels bad knowing her arms are probably numb. He may have carried on a bit too much.

When she’s finally free, Harry lays behind her, his arms wrapped tightly at her waist. They’re quiet for several minutes.

“That was fucking insane, Harry.”

Harry is taken back by her tone, so he rubs her arm gently, “A good insane, right?”

“Yeah, a good insane. I felt like my head was detached from my body.”

He hums, “Good. I don’t ever want it to feel like the bad insane.” Harry feels floaty, too. It’s been a long time since anyone has relinquished this much control to him in bed. The PTA moms and divorced housewives keep it pretty vanilla.

“Your arms are probably going to kill you tomorrow, baby. Wondering if you should call out of work.”

Briar loves that he cares about her this much. “Mm, I’ll be alright. I’ll just have the bar backs do the heavy lifting. There’s a huge charity tournament tomorrow. I think some big name players’ll be there.”

Harry nods to himself. He stands, gathering the supplies strewn around the room.

“What’s that other thing on your side table?” Briar asks, her brow furrowed.

“That’s a butt plug. Was gonna to use it on you, but I think we did enough new activities tonight,” he leans over and kisses her. “I wanna fuck your ass, eventually.”

Shell-shocked, Briar stutters, “O-oh.”

“Yeah. So pink and perfect, always staring at me when I fuck you,” he say, lust dripping from his mouth.

Briar has never even so much as touched her second hole, so the thought of his cock in there makes her head spin.

“I’m gonna start making us some dinner. Do you want me to feed Gus?”

“Y-yes, please,” she nods, finally sitting up.

“Okay, baby. Take your time coming down. I’m sure you’re a little numb in a few places.”

~ At Wynnewood the next morning, Briar is wishing she called out. The course is flooded with players for the charity tournament, and she feels like she’s being pulled in every direction. She’s triple stocked with essentials, and has plenty of champagne bottles for them to pop and shake around. Showy bastards.

Her cart has been purchased for the day by one member; a venture capitalist named Stewart Wagner. Briar’s job is to follow Mr. Wagner around, answering every beck and call for the measly price of $5,000, plus a nice tip. Her inner girl boss is screaming, but this would be a pretty addition to her paycheck.

The morning is going by quickly, thanks to Stewart’s entourage, a group of 30-50 year olds who can’t hold their liquor. Even when a patron is being over served, it’s in the servers’ best interest not to cut them off. The men are flirty, and Briar flirts back, but pictures her boyfriend’s gorgeous face.

Briar and Harry have had many discussions about her job; Harry is well aware of her savings goals, and even encourages her to work her charms to get the guys on the course to pay more. His trust in her is sexy, making her feel so empowered. She looks at her text from Harry this morning.

🦊: Make some money, baby! I’ll be there later today with Niall.

🐥: Thank youuuuu. Can’t wait to see you <3

Briar laughs at their differences in texting. Harry acts like he is writing emails when he texts her. Occasionally, he’ll use the 👍 emoji to spice things up.

She drives her cart slowly, trailing behind Stewart’s group. His use of pet names disgusts her, but when he’s waving $100 bills in the air, it’s hard to ignore him.

“What can I get for you, Mr. Wagner?”

“Briar, sweets, can we have a round of Fireball shots?”

“Of course, I’ll have those right up for you,” she smiles sweetly, grabbing the chilled bottle and shot glasses.

She passes them amongst the group, but not before noticing Stewart’s hand sitting just above her ass. She gives him a tight-lipped smile before moving away, not saying a word. She stalks back to the cart, her heart pounding a little. She’ll allow verbal flirting, but never anything physical.

She watches them play all day, rolling her eyes as they hit bogey after bogey. They’re the loudest group on the course, making obscene gestures to one another and slurring their words.

After a while, one of Stewart’s friends approaches her, leaning against the cart like Harry does. She’s at the back of the cart, reorganizing the cooler. They’re in a more wooded spot in between Stewart’s hole and the next.

“Can I grab you anything?” Briar says cautiously, not liking the way this man is looking at her.

“You can, gorgeous, but I think I want something not on the menu,” he smirks, moving dangerously close to her. He leans down to whisper in her ear, “Do you want me as much as I want you? Your ass is amazing in that little skirt.”

Briar’s blood runs cold. She stares at him, before raising her palms up to shove him at chest level, sending him staggering a bit. She looks around frantically, still not a soul is near them, despite how many people are at the course today.

The man grits his teeth before walking towards her again, this time, his hands grab her elbows, pulling her body to press hers against his. She tries to break his grasp, but his grip is too strong. “It’s all good, sweetheart, I don’t mind a struggle.”

Briar goes to yell out, but spots Harry charging towards them, his brows furrowed and nostrils flared. Harry’s hands are in fists at his side, his jaw locked tightly.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Harry yells, shoving him away from Briar, his hand gripping the man’s neck. “You think you’re all tough trying to take advantage of a woman? Get the fuck out of here before I fucking kill you.”

Harry sends the him crashing to the ground. He’s so drunk he can’t even attempt to stand back up.

“Stewart! Oi! Come get your fucking boy before there’s a bigger problem,” Harry seethes, yelling down to Stewart who can now see the commotion.

“Harry, hey, what’s going on here?” Stewart questions, looking between Briar’s teary eyes, Harry’s enraged look, and his buddy lying on the ground.

“Get this fucking prick out of my sight. Now,” Harry grits, guiding Briar to the passenger’s side of her cart, while he jumps in the driver’s seat. Stewart does nothing, staring at them both. “I said now!”

“I’ll pay her more,” Stewart says simply, understanding what probably took place. Harry jumps back up, ready to bash their two skulls together.

Briar hops off the seat, grabbing Harry’s arm. He shakes loose of her grip, looking straight at Stewart, “You wanna die now too, huh?”

“Harry, please. Let’s just go back up…” she trails off. Harry eases off, jumping back into the cart. The two ride back to the clubhouse in silence, passing the other players who have no idea what happened. Harry parks the cart, walking off in the direction of the pro shop. Briar follows behind, barely keeping up.

All of a sudden, Harry spins around, embracing her in a tight hug, his head laying on hers. They say nothing, just basking in each other. Harry is ready to ream out every employee who lets Stewart do whatever he wants, but his girl comes first.

“Baby, I’m so sorry that happened to you,” Harry says, his face buried in her hair. He pulls off, making sure she’s looking up at him. “Gonna make sure that wanker never comes near you again. Did he hurt you?”

She shakes her head, unsure what to say in her state of shock. Releasing her reluctantly, Harry continues toward the pro shop.

Harry shoves open the door, looking around. Patrick isn’t out front, but could be in his office. The kid at the desk stands, sensing Harry’s erratic behavior. He guides Briar to sit on the sofa

“Where’s Patrick?” Harry asks.

“H-he’s in the back. I’ll tell him to come right up,” the scared teenager says, scurrying to the back.

Patrick appears seconds later, his brows furrowed, “Hey, what’s going on?”

Harry tells him, his voice low as to not upset Briar. Patrick peers over Harry’s shoulder at his niece, his stomach dropping with every word.

“Patrick, I think if I had gotten there any later, something even worse would’ve happened,” Harry says, his voice breaking.

Patrick nods, walking over to Briar. He sits down next to her, and she immediately bursts in to tears in his arms. Harry feels like he’s been kicked in the gut. Patrick lets Briar cry it out, and only moves to stand up when her breathing is regulated.

“Take her home, Harry. I’ll make sure this is taken care of.”

Harry nods, grabbing her hand to stand her up. He wraps his arm around her shoulders and guides her to his car.

He opens the passenger side door, helping her step up and get settled. Kissing her on the cheek, he moves to close the door but she stops him, opting to wrap her arms around his neck and shoulders, laying her cheek on his soft hair.

“I love you.”

He looks up at her, her eyes still red and cheeks puffy with tears. He smiles, his heart bursting out of his chest.

“I love you, too, Birdie. More than I can even describe.”

Though that’s not how Harry envisioned the two of them professing their love, he’s relieved. His feelings for this girl came fast, and seemingly out of nowhere.

When they arrive at Harry’s, he brings her upstairs to shower and get in his comfy clothes. While she showers, he leaves with her keys to grab Gus from her apartment, and stop for some sweet snacks.

He pops the ice cream in his freezer and lays out the assortment of snacks on the island. Gus stares up at him, waiting for his treat. Harry rolls his eyes, grabbing some cheese from his fridge. He tosses the pieces of provolone in the air, watching Gus miss every single one.

“Your breed must not be known for their athleticism,” Harry laughs, scratching his head.

“What are you saying about my son?” Briar peeps up, entering the kitchen in Harry’s sweats, her arms crossed.

“Nothing, Birdie. He’s perfect. How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay. Just shaken up,” she says softly.

“I’m sure. Well, I got us some snacks and ice cream. Let’s relax for the rest of the night. Sound good?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” she says, locking his pinky with hers.

Patrick arranges for Briars shifts over the next few days to be covered, and he sends Harry a text confirming Stewart is banned from Wynnewood indefinitely. He’s watching Gus roll around in the yard, to which Harry shakes his head.

He sighs with relief, placing his phone on the counter. Briar is still asleep, the stress of the day before wearing her out. Gus scratches at the sliding glass door to be let back in.

“Get in here, rug rat,” Harry laughs.

He pads back upstairs, two cups of coffee in his hand. He’s finally won Briar over with drinking hot coffee, despite her insisting that’s for old people.

He enters the room and she’s sitting on his window seat, staring out into the backyard.

“Thank you. And thanks for letting Gus out,” she says, grabbing the coffee mug. He joins her, sitting on the opposite side to face her.

“You’re welcome. Today, we’re doing a surprise activity,” he says, smiling. He feels giddy. “T’get your mind off things.”

“What is it?”

“You’ll find out. Just wear what you’d wear to the gym.”

Briar scrunches her eyebrows. She lets it go, opting to sit in silence with her lover. They shower and change as needed, leaving Gus in his mud room. Harry is still weary about leaving the dog to roam free in his house.

They drive for a while, before the houses and trees become more sparse, entering a rural area. Finally, Harry slows down, turning onto a gravel path with a sign that reads, Blue Moon Farm.

They park close to a red barn.

“Harry, where are we?”

“We’re doing GOAT YOGA!” He laughs, his eyes crinkling, smile wide.

“Oh my god!” She kneels on the seat, leaning over the console to kiss him. “I’m so excited. I’ve always wanted to do this!”

She hops out of the car, running toward the barn. She shrieks when she sees the baby goats, beckoning Harry over to come look.

A few more couples arrive, and the instructor begins the class. They get through a few moves, until they begin movements on the mat. Briar is in a downward dog position when she feels tiny hooves hop up on her hips. Harry could listen to her squeals of joy for the rest of his life.

A goat is cuddled up to Harry, rendering him unable to finish the class. He’s smiling, letting the little creature nap. Briar is laughing hysterically, snapping photos of them. They finish the class walking around the grounds to see the other animals.

Horses, cows, goats, emus, chickens, and pigs are roaming around, the collection of sounds making them crack up. The farm has a small ice cream shop, where they split a mint chocolate chip cone. They walk back to his car, pinkies intertwined, smiling to themselves.

When they arrive home, it’s all gentle touches. Harry leads them straight upstairs, dropping articles of clothing as they move.

Harry undresses Briar, worshipping her body, his stomach still in knots over the incident. He leans down, taking her breast in his mouth, using his other hand to roll her nipple between his finger and thumb.

Briar moans softly, lulling her head back. He moves back up, kissing her firmly, before laying her back on the bed. He reaches down, gently touching her center. He kisses his way down her body, listening to her tiny whimpers. She’s wet already, so he fishes his cock out of his pants, lining himself up.

He uses his other hand to hold hers, before entering her. They both sigh, just happy to be close to one another.

“I love you, Birdie.”

“I love you more.”

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more invested in their love story than my own ugh

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bellshazes · 8 months ago

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honestly it's so stupid that of all the life series teamups ethubs got the title of divorce duo or what ever. when divorce duo is cleo and bdubs to me.

3L they are in love. this is just textual does anybody ever think about the anguish of bdubs trying to die for cleo and then not even registering when cleo dies before him because it's just so unthinkable and unexpected. cleo had a widower's pact going and cleo dies first and it's so. the crastle which he built to protect them outlives them both

that one bdubs stream where when someone asks what his favorite season was, he says 3L because of teaming with cleo

the first thing bdubs says to cleo in LL is "now it feels like home" & etho cracks a joke (prescient, in the wrong direction) about bdubs already teaming up with cleo and feeling betrayed. but he doesn't, he doesn't team with her, and this time when she outlives him she has a different kind of widower's alliance with etho instead.

promising to leave the monolith to his neighbor cleo in

double life, cleo literally says "i know we're divorced." and then he breaks her trust by lying to her when she NEVER EVER lied to him. and nothing is ever the same again. she really loved him once, but it's different in all the worlds after.

i dont trust my memory of the more recent seasons but even the family bit in limited life is like. okay they got to be ghost together she still picks on him, theyre still so comfortable with each other.

and then in secret life cleo's boyfriends comments about etho is just like well theyve been divorced long enough to be a kind of friends again and they're helping set him up.

they used to be kind of IN LOVE and now they just kind of love each other but it's still there. i am so so so so glad they teamed up that first season it changed everythign. to ME

#cleo especially as someone who Never Forgets both grudges and alliances.#and bdubs as someone who is yes mercurial and prone to saying shit for the narrative tension... but he never forgets either.#he just takes things for granted with other people who remember because he's used to that being ok. so him & cleo arent really for ever #bc they're too of the same in ways that don't work. but they loved each other once #they really did!!!!!!! they used to!!!!!! once!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#cledubs #AND not even getting into the whole role swapping permutations with etho involved. not today

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popculturebuffet · 12 days ago

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Sam and Max Devil's Playhouse Retrospective: They Stole Max's Brain! (Patroen Review for WeirdKev27)

Hello all you happy Lagomorphs and those asking what the hell's a lagomorph, it's time once again to return to the yawning horrifying void of fun that is Sam and Max: The Devil's Playhouse. I realized after finishing this chapter that.. it's almost over. This isn't the end for me covering sam and max: I intend to find some way to play the road at some point, there's plenty of the show and comics left.. but it's still the end of a project that's spanned two years, and even when not reviewing Sam and Max for the bulk of this year, I still was checking feverishly to see WHEN I could. I'm really going to miss these games, their characters and the not so ambigously gay duo themselves.

Still before we get to the thrilling conclusion we still have three terrifying chapters left, two of which i'll cover next month thanks to scheduling stuff, and this one.

They Stole Max's Brain is a weird one gameplay wise. Story wise Sam going on a noir rampage, teaming up with an ancient egyptian pharoah to defeat a psychic space gorilla and an immortal servant of an elder god , and then Max having to find some way to save reality from said pharoah warping it to his mad designs by breaking the law and stabbing a child in the brain.. is a pretty normal day for the freelance police.

It's setup continues Devil Playhouse's experimentation though as each of it's three acts, with the natural closed in climactic set piece, switches up the formula. The first has you as a vengeful sam who rather than gather items and stuff violently threatens, pummels and cliches his way through things, the second is almost buisness as usual but feels distinctly off as it's not max in max's body, and the final act, while having sam stil be the one who grabs stuff as max is down a body, has Max as our main POV character this time instead of a wise cracking sidekick, eating machine and psychic plot device.

The result is a decent chapter if the weakest so far. It's long and unlike the previous two chapters a LOT of hte puzzles are more obstuse. I mean you try figuring out you need to have max become a stormcloud so an old man can't kneel and gets taken away for treason. Thankfully as always a guide was useful here, and the writing is sharp as eve rwith only the third act dragging a bit. I"ll explain why when we get there but for now we turn the curtain to find out whose the they in THEY STOLE MAX'S BRAIN!

Act 1: Sampage

We continue devil's playhouse's tradition of picking up where we left off. In this case Sam finds Max's body sans brain and snaps. Regular Sam is taking this part of the chapter off... meet Noir Sam.

On paper i'ts just sam in a blind rage without a hat or jacket. In practice.. Noir Sam is TERRIFYING. Not kidding, not joking, this version of Sam creeps me out. It's unsettling seeing easily one of the nicest characters in this franchise, not a high bar but eh, a guy who while certainly having violent tendencies and doing some questoinable things is ulatimely a decentt person in a violent rage where all he can do, and you the player can have him do is yell, threaten or press people. It works on Flint Paper, a noir parody who in the past taught Sam how to be a hardboiled no good, because Flint while ultra violent has Sam's affablility. But Sam in this state is just agressive, his face in a snarl and the targets of his wrath either innocent people who simply slipped up, or low rent hoods. You spend close to an hour trapped with a sam who is on a vengeful rampage, a sampage if you will, rather than the chill if mildly unstable dog we all know and love. He's baring his teeth, he's angry in his delivery and the only real levity is from his supsects and his rambling noir monologues you can optionally do.

It is great character stuff as this chapter shows WHY the two need each other. It's not as simple as "they keep each other from burning the world down". It is however as simple.. as Max makes Sam happy. Sam has to likely constantly pay for bail and keep gasoline far from the office, but it's clear he geninely enjoys bantering with his common law husband: the adventure, the violence, the joys. It's just not as fun without someone to share it with. And as this show sam without any joy in his life.. is just a hyperfocused monster who will gladly point a gun at ANYONE who he's supscious of, beat them up if possible and genuinely scares people. At his lowest he points his gun at Carol who has done nothing wrong to anyone. She's just working a tad slow because old computer. It lifts up the hat to show beneath the joy Sam without max is just a sad broken man who will destroy anything it takes to get max back. And given where this story is going... it makes what's going to happen that much worse.

So noir sam interogates a few perps: first are the mole cultists who between chapters I honestly forgot were literally in the next room this whole time. They were gassed though sam finds out one did see it he was just afraid. He gives sam the rhinoplasty toy as an apology and reveals, shockingly early, who done did it: General Skunkape. He somehow escaped the Penal zone and is back for revenge.

So Sam continues his Sampage beating up three diffrent crooks and this section playing blind can get repittive as it asks you to just. .use every dialouge wheel until you get everything and unlike usual where you get a LOT of good jokes to make that fun here Sam's just beating up people. It's not bad at first as the sheer shock of seeing sam this terrifying coupled with the few jokes here are work but after a while the going back and forth and trying to find just the righ tanswer gets tiring. Thankfully by that point you'l lhave got it so i'ts not horrible , just not really for me.

The three suspects are

Skunkape's Minon: one of his minons who now works as a sign spinner and is trying to turn straight. He saw Skunkape but lies about it, but swears he's off the serving him... he just left it out because old times sake. He gives you some evidence.

Frankie the Rat: Who with a tourist saw the fight and is introduced.. just now. Why Jimmy didn't come back from his vacation for this role is beyond me. I suspect they wrote Jimmy out.. then realized they needed a weasly character and just reused the rat model. Frankie was scammin g a tourist, sending him down a crime ridden alleyway when they both saw a fight betwen Skunkape and a weird man in a suit. Who could it be now?

The Tourist: Finally we have a european tourist who just seems confused and is a hoot to watch> he stole a souvineer he tearfully gives back but is otherwise a nice guy

With these and one of the most horrible acts he's ever done, which given we sent a child to hell last game really says a lot, Sam gets all he needs to get to the museum. Good news he finds max, meaning he drops the noir stuff before my heart gives out.

Bad news... Max is being used by Skunkape to draw all the toys of power to the museum... and he's not alone. As it turns out the suited gentleman is the museum's curator and our big bad from last time Monsieur Paperwhite! While I didn't know he returned this chapter, and it was a plesant suprise, it was still nice to see him. And to make matters worse the two hate sam: Skukape for obvious reasons and Paperwhite for what his ancesotr did: so they come to an agreement: Skunkape gets the galaxy, Paperwhite gets the world and both send Sam running away.

Max now ab rain in a jar with a REALLY neat looking display of his mouth.

It looks really neat adn the broth was recollered green for the remaster. That last part isn't super important but it looks REALLY cool.

Paperwhite is alive.. somehow. HOw isn't really explained and seems like it will be later if at all, and consolidated power building a museum to yog sogoth while he waited.

Act 2: Night at the Museum

So now we need ot sever this alliance on the outside. Problem is Sam is just (counts) one man and has more problems when he meets the museum's janitor SAL. Sal.. is great, having a voice that reminds me a lot of patrick warburton, down to the casula demenaor, being happy to see sam, only wanting Max's corpse removed because it's his job, and generally chill. He's also indeed the sam Sal Girl Stinky shouted at for all of Beyond Time and Space. He's also a giant roach and I loves him. He's the best.

Thankfully the exibit has a free brain handy, the preserved brain of Sammun Mak, the pharoah whose tomb Sameth and Maximus raided, and turns out to be a tyrannical little boys who talks fondly of his slaves suffering, of murdering people and generally really isn't THAT far off from max. His voice is weird coming out of max but the dynamic is similar enough to the usual, if still keeping me off ballance: it's very weird to hear someone else make the punchilnes sam would and to hear max's body calling sam a pesant.

Our hero and guest drop into Paperwhite's office via the courtsey phone and spy him talking to a mysterious master, a "Professor Norrington". I know who it is and the clues are obvious, but i'm still curious WHY he's here and how he and Paperwhite escaped the toybox.

For now the main goal is to end this union and there's two tasks to do that. You can do them in either order and the first.. is a bit complex and i'm not sure I woudl've gotten it on my own. One of Skunkapes hired goons

Is blocking the entrance so we need to get him and sal to fight each other. Thankfully we can now finally use the putty after being built up for two episodes, and the use, while obtuse is very clever: you turn sammun mak into a model of new york using plans on paperwhites desk. Then using a mdoel of the future, i..e. yog sogoth kiling everybody, you turn it, and have the gorilla attack the city.. well mostly Sammun Mak pisses the gorilla off enough to shoot. Then it's a smiple matter of using a tourguide headset to get sal to poke a monkey in the eyes.

Paperwhite is pissed at this, and that gives us another opening as rather than the usual three, it only takes two actions to push him over. This one is also thankfully way simiplier and way more fun. Using th eputty on a zeplin painting Sammun Mak becomes a zeplin and begins a trend of the rhinoplasty forms having max's face on them. Sortta like a ditto. It's adorable and looks fantastic. It also means we can blow Sammun Mak up real good to destroy a tapestry papperwhite likes, framing the ape for it and exploding these mega powers.

Unforuntely... Sam made a huge tactical error. He made an uneasy alliance with a power mad child and didn't think to you know.. tie him up or something. I mean all the talk of murder, petty revenge, slave whippings you'd think it'd sink it but no: So Sammun Mak takes the toys for himself and thus ALL OF THE POWER MUHAHAHAHAHAHA and Sam only thinks to run.. after it's already too late, disappearing in a flash of white

Act 3: Worship Like an Egyptian

So the good news: that white flash wasn't the anti monitor destroying the unvierse. Bad news, it was Sammun Mak recreating it in his own image. Max wakes up in a new reality where everything is ancient eygypt themed, everyone worships Sammun Mak and Max never had a body. Everything else.. is the same to the point Sam recalls the chapter so far.. but then gets dizzy. Shoddy worldbuilding there Sammun Mak.

And this is our final twist on the formula: While Sam and Max have always been a team supreme, i'ts Sam usually doing most of the legwork while Max makes funny jokes and plots to burn it , burn it all. Max is never UNIMPORTANT and it's never treated like their anything else but equals, but in terms of gameplay focus we're playing Sam most of the time even with the toys of power addition. Sam is our pov character, our self insert, our guide into this strange world... and in this chapter.. he' sa brainwashed puppet of the state whose drunk all the kool aid and who Max has to hide his true intentions from. He's not an antagonist and he's unknowingly working towards our goal but h'es not the one driving the plot or making the plans like Sam tends to. Max is. Max is forced to figure out how the hell to right this world and I love how he's not happy about it. He does well but it's very clear even he thinks him being in charage of the thinking means he's screwed.

And he would be.. but thankfully he's not the only one who remembers the world that was. Doctor Norrington contacts Max, who writes it off as psychic stuff and has a plan: meet with the rebels against Sammun Mak, get the brain screw, an ancient egyptian brain removal thing we saw in the museum earlier, from them and get close enough to sammun mak they can use it.

Finding the rebels is easy: simply go down to the sewers and boom. They are a random moleman who might be harry.. and to my shock and suprise, the mole teenage girl from the last chapter, now a wise elder. I also like how Max distracts sam by just.. having him pray to sammun mak, so we get all the dialouge. The moles are prosecuted as like max they were immune to the reality change. Likely due to their magic or something. Max isn't explained but I assume it's either his previous natural mind control resitance or more likely given it also worked on Sam who still would have his hat, it's the fact all the maxs of the multiverse are linked up mentally. With that kind of backup his brain just can't be changed. or it's a toys of power thing. Honestly we get no explination but ther'es enough sitting there that you never question which one it has to be. Max's mind is messed up enough for anything to be the reason. it might just be he was thinking of roast ham. We'll neve rknow

What we do know is to actually TALK to Sammun Mak via his advisor Paperwhite, we need three accesories of privlage. Paperwhite is keeping a horrifying orwellion watch on the populus which means those who toady well enough get a shiny badge to show off how cool they are.

It also requires at times futzing with how fickle this kid is: an endearing thing about Sammun Mak is , as a hyperactive child, not helped by max's naturally hyperactive body, it's easy to switch what he thinks is good and bad. As such by using the laser lights of the museum's plantiarum, his current base, you can make him want something and acept it as his faviorite gift, and by having max transform into something and knock over his pyramid of corn dogs, you can get him to hate it. Also sammun mak really likes corn dogs and has the Stinky's endlessly working to provide him with some.

So to get these badges we need to ruin some lives. No matter how much reality changes there are just some constants to being in the freelance police you know? So first we need to sell out grnadpa stinky. This is the thundercloud puzzle I mentioned and while thundercloud max is the best and we need all the plusheies of him stat, this puzzle makes no sense. Thankfully it's target is grandpa stinky who while entertaining is so smug about his new badge and so unplesant selling him out dosen't feel bad. That and this being grandpa stinky nothing can kill him so I don't think sending him to prison is going to harm him. WIth that we get the calling out the hertic badge. Sadly we can't do this to girl stinky whose worse and also plans to date the chil demperoror when eh's old enough. Because apparently selling out the earth wasn't enough Stinky had to find a new way to be awful. Why she choose child grooming I have no idea.

The second requires little life ruining, just turning max into a toaster, having him destroy the corn dogs, then making toasters the greatest thing since the toaster company paid for a laser add back in the 90's. We simply give Max as a gift, he comes back somehow and asks us not to think about it and simple.

Finally we need the inquistion badge.. which I missed the explination on but since i'ts something bad the way to get it is off the rat, whose gambling with his cousins. The solution here is fun and thankfully brings back the future vision: their betting on gladiator fights, aka Sammunmak throwing molemen at Skunkape for his amusement, and since the outcomes predetermined to end in a pile of mole guts, they bet on his finisher instead, a clever way to bet on pro wrestling honestly. You simply have to think through the options, and pick the one none of the rats brings up angrily, and boom, you've ruined a man's life and gotten his shiny thing.

Before we close this act and this chapter I will say.. this act is the weakest of the three: Noir sam got annoying by the end, but is still a fun change of pace and it's shocking how terrifying they made sam, while still having JUST enough jokes. It got too grim at parts, but it's not too long. The middle section is fun, quick and breezy. This one.. drags out a bit and Sam being a toady for sammun mak gets old fast. Like Max you get tired of everyone saying hail sammun mak. This chapter drags way more than the last two, not helped by me being on a tight deadline on top of how dry it felt int he last act. it's one of the weaker chapters of the trilogy as a whole. It would've been better if it were JUST the first two acts and they extended the museum a bit, but they likely wanted it to match the other two chapters in length.

Still the finale is good at least. Sam does get close enough.. but the rebellion and max didn't think through the plan. Which for Max.. is fair. This usually isn't his bit. He gives cryptic hints, makes jokes, makes threats, gouges out eyes. He's not the planning one in this duo. The molepeople not thinking "gee maybe we should restrain sam" is on them. Sam stops the assination.. but refuses to kill the mole woman for it either. It's a fantastic moment and a nice contrast to the beginning: sam can go to low places when either blind with rage or brainwashed properly... but he won't kill an innocent person. Send a child to hell to solve a puzzle sure, but not kill an elderly person with a brain screw. He has some morals.

So he gets thrown in the fightin pit, where you have to ues Max's toys to get the put downs. Then simply put them in the right sequence, myf aviorite being the same one that you pick up from the future: Impliying paperwhite broke up with him. This distracts him enough to land on the mole cage, who grab himn and allow sam to beat him

Unfortuantely Sammun Mak isn't easily pleased and isnt' above floating in to finish this and Sam is still too indocrinated to fight back. The solution.. is incredibly clever and while I read it in the guide, unlike a lot of puzzles in this one it's INCREDIBLY well foreshadowed. In EVERY conversation you can give out the sammun mak's regular cheer in prayer or bow. So we have sam boy.. then give the salute.. still holdling the brain screw. Sammunmak is beat, and reality is restored. I love Sam's blaise reaction to it too "Did we under go one of those reality warping things?" and his disapointment he didn't get to do much. So Sammun Mak is removed, Max is restored.. and i'ts just about cliffhanger o clock as paperwhite comes running back in from Sam..s pecifically a bunch of near naked sam clones clad in rocky horror style briefs who surround our heroes

As I made clear this chapter is wonky, the first act almost running out it's welcome, the second being good fun and the third running longer than needed and feeling tacked on. The finale and the final puzzle are satisfying as hell, but it feels like they planned for an extra chapter that never happened and had to glue it onto this one. The result is messy. It's a disapointment in a game that's easily been my faviorite of the three.

Next Time: evil Dolls! Scantily clad sams! other stuff! See you in december

#sam and max #the devil's playhouse #sam #max #sam x max #girl stinky #grandpa stinky #sal sam and max #sammunmak #yog sothoth #monsuier paperwhite #general skunkape #telltale games #skunkape games #nintendo switch

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Maestra P.G. pt. 1

Warnings: None for now :)

Barcelona, one of Spains most popular cities, home to one of the most successful Football clubs known to mankind and with the prettiest beach, is also the home of the eighteen year-old perspective nursery teacher, Aerin Harding, who has yet to accommodate to her life in Spain, since she is only there for a one-year internship, before having to go back to Austria, where she was born and raised all her life.

In Barcelona she had to start from zero, all her friends had chosen Italy, Sweden, Ireland or America for their internships, but Aerins heart had always beaten for Spain. Yes, even in Austria the love for FC Barcelona is widely spread, and Aerins father was no exception. She grew up with football games, having a Messi-obsessed father meant watching games and re-caps almost ever two to three nights, and though she hated it at first (mostly because her father was obviously loving the Argentinian Player more than his own offspring) but over time, MSN had the little girl under their spell as well. Watching “Neymar JR skills and goals, 2015/2016” or “Lionel Messi best moments” had become a routine for the girl, there was not a single unwatched video. Not a single match she missed. Not a single time she didn´t sing “Cant del Barca” along whenever she heard it on TV. So when the time came to choose a city for an internship, the girl didn´t hesitate to choose Barcelona. And that´s exactly where she is now. “Emilia! You know we don´t climb on the fence, you could hurt yourself,” the brunette young adult educates the small, blonde five-year-old, who only responds with a shy nod, before taking off to join her friends on the swings.

Suddenly the Headteacher approaches Aerin, whose hands immediately start sweating, her anxiety running a hundred miles per hour, brain coming up with countless of possibilities and scenarios with situations that could equal the girl being in trouble, worse, maybe even kicked out from her nursery, even though she´s sure she hasn´t done anything wrong.

“Aerin, can I talk to you for a second?”

“Of course, Miss Evans!” She puts a bright smile on her face, allows her green eyes to sparkle with happiness, desperately trying to mask the cold shiver that runs down her spine.

“Tomorrow we´ll have a child join us, whose rather special. He´s very shy and doesn´t allow many people near him or see through him. He´s just moved here from Los Angeles and like you, doesn´t speak any Spanish, so you´ll have one thing in common,” the older woman cracks a joke, and Aerin almost sighs with relief, but plays it off with a small giggle.

Miss Evans quickly brushes the palms of her hands over her black pencil skirt, while clearing her throat, “What I´m trying to tell you is, don´t let that effect you. It´s possible that he will be cold to you, express his distaste, or maybe ignore every attempt of contact, but he will be like that to everyone. It´s just that this can be very frustrating for trainees, especially one as perfectionistic as you.”

The brunette girl takes in the information provided by the Headteacher, going through the explanation of possible behavior in her head once again. “Thank you for letting me know, Miss Evans,” she finally responds with a curt nod, and the Headteacher ushers back to her office, hoping she didn´t miss any important calls during her absence.

“Are you nervous now?”, the voice of a girl causes her to spin around. Strawberry blonde hair is pulled up into a neat ponytail, the tips of them curled, a white bow wrapped around it securely, while blue eyes stare curiously at her. “No, I don´t think so. Maybe a little intimidated,” Aerin answers her friend, Elise, a trainee from Dublin. Elise giggles, showing off her prominent dimples and pearly white teeth, “By a child?”

“A child with special behavior.”

“That´s Aerin to you,” a third person chimes in, and it´s none other than Eden, the only person in their little trio, who was actually born and raised in Spain, but not in Barcelona. Eden is from Cadiz, but just like Aerin, is a big fan of the local football club and wanted to live there, because it meant she could attend games more often. Eden had short, blonde hair with frizzy curls, brown hair and a face adorned with freckles. Aerin only shrugs at her friends, before lifting up her wrist to look at her watch. “I´m done for today,” she tells her friends, who still have four more hours to go, with an apologetic smile.

“Lucky you!”, Elise huffs, before turning her attention to the small boy who was tugging at her sweater to gain her attention. “Girls night at my place on Friday, are you still in?”, Eden asks, crossing her arms, and Aerin nods. “Of course. God knows I need it.” Her friends giggle at her statement, and Aerin quickly makes her way into the building to collect her stuff to leave.

Finally in the secluded and comforting confinement of her car, she leans her head back and sighs deeply. School has become stressful, and even though she is on an internship abroad, she still has homework to do and online exams to take, which was becoming more and more unbearable and unnecessarily hard over the past month. In addition, homesickness has been sneaking itself into her subconsciousness, FaceTimes with her eleven-year-old brother were keeping her from bursting into a fit of tears and sobs every night, and the comforting words of her mother kept giving her strength. Her fathers jokes would lift up her mood too, but not when she was in the middle of a rant and he joked about her struggles.

Even though he is fourty-five years old, he still has to learn when it is appropriate to joke around, or what a joke should include.

Spoiler Alert: It shouldn´t be your childs struggles, but Aerin doesn´t have the heart to tell him, because even though it´s annoying at times, it brings her some sort of calmness and relief, a sign to not take life as seriously and try to enjoy things from time to time.

At home, she swiftly moved into her kitchen after changing into her pajamas, because in the car on her way to her small one-bedroom Apartment, she decided that it is the perfect day for her comfort food, pasta, but the way her mother always cooks it, along with the special sauce. While rummaging through her cabinets, searching for all the necessary ingredients, her phone rings, and without sparing the screen a glance, she accepts the call, expecting it to be her mother or younger sibling, but is instead met with the voice of Talia, her childhood best friend.

“Girl, you have no idea what happened!” Aerin jumps at the exclamation, for a moment not knowing who is on the other end of the call, before she sighs. “I don´t so please, enlighten me.” “Remember the guy I was telling you about like, last week?”

“Justin?”

“What? No, the other one.”

“Sebastian.”

“Are you still stuck in the past? Why are you talking about guys from three months ago? Do you remember Lucas´ friend, the tall guy with juicy lips and a buzzcut?” Aerin scratches her head, thinking about the description, “You mean Andy?”

“No, that´s Destiny´s cousin, he´s so weird now. Big glow down after me, as expected. I´m talking about Ryan,” Talia exclaims from the other end of the phone, as if it is the most obvious thing in the world and Aerin can almost picture the smirk on her face. “Ah, I remember now.” Aerin has no idea who her friend is talking about, but Talia doesn´t need to know that.

“Yeah, anyways he asked me on a date,” the curly haired brunette snickers devilishly, and something in Aerins chest squeezes at the familiar sound, the homesickness is almost unbearable and the need to hug Talia is prominent. “That´s great, T! Did you say yes?” Talia bursts out into a fit of laughter, the sound of skin slapping, probably Talia smacking her thigh to emphasize the fact that she finds Aerins statement to be hilarious, can be heard and the green-eyed girl only huffs, while her eyes dart between two packs of pasta, unsure if she wants the ones that look like bows or spirals. “Hell no, he´s ugly. Are you saying I should date ugly guys, because I´m ugly?” Spirals it is then, and additional to the homesickness, she´s about to get a headache.

“Of course not Talia. I don´t even know that Ryan looks like, but if he´s ugly I´m glad you said no,” she sweettalks her way out of misery and hears her friend hum in approval. “So, what have you been up to lately? You haven´t been texting me as much,” Talia asks, and Aerin places the pot filled with water onto her stove. “The usual. School´s been stressing me out lately,” she admits to her friend, the only person she can really talk with when it comes to school.

Aerin fears that if she talks about this with her parents, they´ll just worry too much and worrying parents most of the times add more stress, rather than take it away.

“Exams and stuff?”

“Yup,” she answers, popping the P. Talia groans from the opposite side of the call, “Bro, you´re in Spain, shouldn´t you be partying hard every night? Salsa, fiesta, siesta or whatever, you know? Like, get some guy to teach you Bachata or something!” Aerin chuckles, the typical Talia-Type-Answer is exactly what she needs, she realizes. “I wish, but sadly that´s not possible. Also, the handful of friends I have here hates partying,” she explains her friend, while pulling her brown hair into a messy bun. “At this point you need me to move there so you can enjoy life. How come you didn´t already die of boredom?” Having Talia move to Barcelona would truly be a blessing to Aerin, because she has never been this far apart from her best friend, has never not seen her for months straight.

“I wish you could move here, T. I miss you,” Aerin mumbles into the air, her phone is placed on the counter. Talia sighs, “Trust me Rin. I miss you too. Austria is basically dead without you.” “You still pull dates, though.” Both girls share a moment of laughter, but the pain and desperation can be heard from both sides, the laughter is anything but sincere. The water in the pot begins to bubble, signaling that it´s finally ready for Aerin to cook her pasta. “Hey T, I´m a bit busy with cooking right now, how about we FaceTime later?” “Sure thing girl! Just call me, you know I´m never busy,” Aerin can see the wink Talia throws at the phone in her head, and giggles, before bidding her friend goodbye and ending the call.

After getting the pasta ready, she sits down at the table, that harbors four chairs in her living-room, while scrolling through social-media, liking some of the posts of her friends that share their favorite moments in random picture-dumps. One of Aerins closest friends, Ella, posted pictures of herself attending different fashion shows in Milano, and some random pictures of cats and Italys street-food. For a few seconds, her thumb hovers over the empty heart-button. Something in her just doesn´t want to like the dump. Something in her is upset at the fact that all of her classmates seem to be enjoying their time away from their families, out living their best lives while still managing school as if it´s nothing, able to attend fashion shows or eat out at lavish restaurants. Meanwhile Aerin is once again, at the verge of a big mental breakdown. Homesickness, fear of failing school and just the language barrier in Spain. Everything always adds up and up, until one day the bubble of anxiety pops.

Aerin pauses to take a deep breath, the familiar scent of the comfort-meal in front of her, though only for a short moment, gives her the feeling of being at home again, surrounded by her family in the small Austrian Town, where everyone knows each other. The girl shakes her head, coming back to reality and presses the empty heart, turning it a soft red, before she continued swiping up her screen, revealing other posts and reels.

The next day, Aerin is up early to choose the perfect outfit. Kids love colors, boys especially love bright, loud and energetic colors and she wants to make a good impression on the, allegedly, cold little boy, so she decides it´s the perfect opportunity to pull out an orange blazer to pair it with jeans and a white blouse. She hates that blazer, the whole outfit in general, because it makes her look like she has her life under control, even though she´s far away from it, but it´s not the time to mope and cry about the unfairness of her life and the way she´s living it. Aerin has her mind set on that little boy. She wants him to like her, she needs an achievement that can prove that she´s capable of this, capable for this job, capable for this city, capable to get a degree in two and a half years. Colorful bracelets are wrapped around her left wrist, she doesn´t like bracelets on the hand she writes with, and decent rings adorn her fingers, showcasing her milky-pink nails. With one last glance at the mirror on the wall of her small hallway, she exits the warm comfort of her house and enters the spring-air of Barcelona, which she can only enjoy for a few seconds before she climbs into her car. It´s a nice little VW Polo in white, a gift from her beloved Nana. Her head begins to throb at the intense scent of the little Scent-Tree and she immediately opens the windows of her car.

The kids in the English-Speaking nursery eye Aerin with bright eyes. It´s not like she arrives dressed in black every day, but usually her outfits include more neutral colors like cream, sage green, white, a light yellow etc. “Cute fit you got there Rin!”, Elise compliments immediately, clasping her hands together while smiling brightly. “Thank you!”, Aerin salutes her friend, greets all children, and slips into the confinement of her little playroom at the end of the hall. She immediately moves to her desk and organizes everything to make it look as perfect and as professional as it can get, incase the parents walk in to introduce themselves. She straightens her blouse, brushes out some curls with the tips of her fingers and looks through her plan for the day, since she had forgotten to do it the night before.

A sudden knock disturbs the silence of the empty playroom. The Headteacher, Miss Evans, opens the door and peeks inside, before she announces, “You have a guest, Miss Harding.” Aerins jaw tightens, her palms turn sweaty and she forgets every single word in English, her brain throws German words around like it´s a pillow-fight. A deep breath in. 1,2,3. She breathes out, unclenching her jaw and forcing her lips to form a smile, as she points at the two chairs in front of her desk, non-verbally asking the guests to come in. A young woman walks in, looking barely older than Aerin herself, her blonde hair is pulled into a low bun, her plump, red-painted lips display a smile and she´s wearing office-clothing, meaning a gray pencil skirt, a white blouse and a gray blazer with black kitten heeled-shoes. Aerins eyes move to the little boy, who´s holding on to his mothers hand, his hair the exact same blonde, a small button nose, pouty lips and big brown eyes. She quickly stands up from her chair and holds her hand out for the woman to take. “Aerin Harding, very nice to meet you Miss…?”, her voice trails off at the end, expecting the woman to talk.

“Páez! Sofia Páez, and this is Manuel Pablo Páez. It´s very nice to meet you too Miss Harding,” she introduces herself and her little son. Aerin smiles softly, for some weird reason the mother´s nervousness takes away some of her own. She crouches down to the height of the young boy and extends her hand, “Hello Manuel.” Instead of giving her his own little head, the boy hides behind his mothers legs, while still glancing at the trainee from time to time. Aerin licks her lips from frustration.

It´s okay. Kids are shy. This is normal. This means nothing.

“Okay, maybe next time,” she smiles at the mother of the boy, before motioning her to take a seat at one of the chairs, as she gets comfortable on her own chair. “Miss Páez, I´ve been told that little Manuel here will be staying in my playroom, which means I´ll be his main nursery teacher. Are there any allergies or other important things I need to look out for?”, the eighteen-year-old asks, while pulling out a notebook and a pen, proud at the fact that she didn´t stutter.

“He has a peanut allergy.”

Of course has.

“And he really loves carrots.”

Of course he loves carrots.

Aerin writes the information down into her notebook, unaware of the fact that she´s poking out her tongue through her lips, a sign of concentration. She hears the blonde woman giggle for a second and looks up with a curious glance. “My cousin, Pablo, does that as well,” she explains, and Aerin forces herself to smile, while cocking an eyebrow up. “I´m sorry, what exactly does he do as well?” “Stick his tongue out when he´s concentrated.” “Ah, I do that?”, Aerin softly chuckles, “I´ve never noticed.” Suddenly a new burst of curiosity sparks through Aerin, as she asks the woman in front of her, “Pablo, you named your son after your cousin. Are you guys close?” A soft blush coats the tips of Sofias ears, a fond, sincere smile spreads on her face, “Yes. I´ve basically raised him, along with his older sister Aurora. In our family he´s…kind of a star. I thought that maybe naming Manuel after him could give him some luck. Even an ounce of Pablos luck on Manuel would be enough.” Aerin nods, fidgeting with the rings on her fingers. “Well then, I hope I can contribute to a successful future!”, her tone signals the young mother that their conversation is coming to an end. “I have no doubt you will,” the woman expresses her thoughts, and a burst of pride courses through the young adults chest.

She accompanies Sofia to the door, allowing all the other children in her playroom to enter. “Miss Harding, can I just say something before I leave?” Aerins eyes dart to the four-year-old boy, who´s looking at the other kids, before she nods. Sofia sighs, “Manuel can be very difficult to get along with. In America, I took him to special teachers, but he would refuse to talk to any of them. He wouldn´t play, eat or say anything the entire time he was there. It would mean the world to me if you could look out for him. He´s…an easy target.” The brunette girl places a comforting hand on the shoulder of the blonde, “Don´t worry Miss Páez. Manuel is safe here.” A deep breath exits Sofias nose, as if she´s been holding onto it during her entire visit. She thanks Aerin and quickly presses kisses on Manuels cheeks before exiting the Nursery. Aerin closes the door to her playroom, pleased by the atmosphere inside. All kids are busy with playing, drawing or looking through books. All, except one.

Manuel.

Aerin sighs. “Manuel, don´t you want to play with the other kids?”, she asks, placing her hands on her lap while leaning down near his height. He looks like someone she knows, Aerin realizes, but she can´t pinpoint who. He has big brown eyes and frowns often. Manuel doesn´t respond to the trainees question, only stares at the ground. “Do you want me to show you around the playroom?” Comfort is key, especially for little kids. Only in an environment where they feel comfortable and safe, they will allow themselves to open up, like a flower blooming in spring. But to get comfortable in a new environment, you have to get to know it first. The blonde boy only fists the hem of his sweater, eyes still trained on the ground and for a moment Aerin fears she spoke German instead of English and confused the boy.

“Aerinnnnn!”, a young girl jumps towards the girl, holding a book in her direction to show her the cover. “Can you read this to me? Please?” Aerin adverts her eyes from Manuel, a wide smile spreading on her face, “Of course Clara. Go sit down on the couch, I´ll join you in a moment.” The girl giggles excitedly and jumps towards the book-corner of the playroom, that has a pink-blue child-sized couch perched against the wall. “Would you like to join us?”, she tries once again with the stubborn little boy, who once again, doesn´t respond. Aerin lets out a defeated sigh, before she takes off her blazer to place it on her chair to join Clara.

“It´s very nice of you to visit me, Pablo!”, Sofia smiles at her cousin, who is none other than FC Barcelonas golden boy, Gavi. Gavi places the Take-Out he bought for his cousin on her desk in her office, a small grin spreads on his face. “It´s good to have you back Sof. Expect me here more often.”

“It´s good to be back. You don´t know how much I´ve missed Spain,” the blonde woman sighs, taking the contents of the bag out to see what her precious cousin bought her. “Where´s Manuel? It´s been a while since I´ve last seen him,” the youngster lets himself fall on the expensive chair opposite of his cousin, crossing his ankles in the process. “Ah, he´s probably at home by now, with Diego. Today was his first day in nursery school,” she excitedly tells Pablo, who softly smiles. “His nursery teacher is very nice. Her name is Aerin, she´s a trainee from Austria, but she seems very professional. I think she´s your age,” Sofia continues, while staring at her Burrito with hearty eyes. “Sounds like a real gem,” Gavi answers, though he believes that he couldn´t care any less about his great-cousins teachers, or personal information about them.

“Oh Pablo, before I forget; next week on Friday I have a meeting with my boss and Diego is in Valencia for business. Could you please be so nice and pick Manuel up from school on that day? I have no one else at the moment,” Sofia pleads, frowning at her cousin. “At what time?” He really doesn´t want to. Sofia sighs from relief, “You have until five. I´d pick him up from your place at seven, if that´s okay?”

It´s not, but it´s only been about two weeks since Sofia returned back to Barcelona after living in Los Angeles for almost three years, so he couldn´t really say no to her. “It´s fine. Ana wanted to come over, she´s missed him al lot, so I´ll just let her handle it,” he explains his cousin, who excitedly claps her hands. “You´re the best Pablito!” Gavi can´t hear that sentence anymore. He lost count on how many times he´s heard it in the past week in total. He loves the attention and recognition he´s getting, especially the special treatment he´s been receiving the last few months have been nothing but pure bliss to his youthful ego, though sometimes he fears all the fame has gotten too much to his head. It ´s just that compliments have stopped affecting the eighteen-year-old, all he hears all day is praise.

“Bravo Gavi, you´re insane!”

“Gavi is ESPNs´ number five of the best youngsters!”

“Spains youngest world-cup goal scorer: Gavi!”

He doesn´t dare think about the edits on Instagram or TikTok, or the way he has started to purposefully lift his jerseys during games, sometimes even taking them off completely, while being painfully aware of the effect this has on most of his viewers. Who can blame him, though? He´s eighteen and has girls his age, some older, some younger, wrapped around his finger, while some of his friends struggle to come out of the talking-stage, most of their attempts even getting rejected. Gavi doesn´t even have to try to get someone to like him, they just do. His eyes land on the picture of Manuel, perched on Sofias desk and Gavi almost frowns at the facial expression of the little boy. He stares straight ahead, his big brown eyes seem so distant, and there´s a small smile displayed on his lips, though it doesn´t seem sincere. “Why does Manu look so sad in that picture?”

“That´s him being happy, Pablo.”

“Oh.”

The youngster meets a lot of children on a daily, especially young football fans, obviously, and never has he seen a child look as gloomy as Manuel did, while being “happy”.

He concludes that he now really dreads Friday, especially when he thinks about the fact that Ana Pelayo, a friend of his since childhood, would be coming over for…adult business… and now he would have to take care of a four-year-old gloomy little gremlin. Gavi regrets saying yes. He knows Sofia has basically no one here, except for him and her husband Diego, the rest of their family still lives in Sevilla and Sofia knows that Gavi has more than enough space in his house for little Manu. “Speaking of Ana,” Gavi dreads the conversation that is about to follow up with that question already, “how is she?”

“She´s good. Recently she got invited to an event,” he discreetly answers. “Yeah? There are rumors going around,” Sofia smirks while taking a bite of her Burrito. Pablos lips tighten into a straight line, even though he knew curious Sofia, who always reads about the latest tea online, would ask him about that. “She´s only been to one game of mine and people are going crazy. We´re just friends,” he answers as nonchalant as possible, but much to his dismay, Sofias smirk only widens. “That´s not what your mom and Aurora said.” Every vein in Gavis body basically freezes, a sense of betrayal and anger courses through his body, causing the hair on his body to rise uncomfortably. How could his mother possibly know about his affiliations with Anita? He only ever told his sister, Pedri and Ansu and Alejandro and Ferran know minor details. He wants to vanish into thin air with the clap of his hands, the conversation was taking an uncomfortable turn and he fears that soon he might start blushing, which would just confirm his cousins suspicions.

“What did they tell you?”, he quirks an eyebrow up, acting clueless about the accusations. Sofia was a huge part of his life, she took care of him, changed his diapers, bathed him, mothered him at some points, but she wasn´t there the past three years of his life. The last time he saw her in person, he was fourteen, at the verge of turning fifteen, and now his nineteenth birthday is mere months away, he had matured and changed, so Gavi knows it is almost impossible for her to read him like a book, an ability she had a few years back. “Well, your mother claims you´re crushing on her and Rora said you kissed at a party,” Sofia wiggles with her eyebrows and adverts her gaze to the screen of her Laptop. Gavis eye twitches, he can´t believe that his family would ever expose him like that. “No. The kiss; we were drunk. But the crush? Big no,” he shakes his head with furrowed brows. In that sense, he wasn´t lying. Gavi doesn´t have a crush on his gorgeous friend. He had been crushing on her in the past, but that vanished quick after people started shipping them or claiming that they are secretly dating, making edits of Ana, which unintentionally got to the brunettes head, causing her to be quite egotistical at times. She was basking in the lavish lifestyle of his fame, and at first Gavi wanted to cut ties, but with fame comes frustration in more ways than one. So, they agreed to be friends with benefits, both allowed to see, date or fuck other people, and Gavi used his pretty face and toned body to his advantage whenever he entered a club in Barcelona.

How could he not? He´s a teenage boy with a great life, no privacy, but he can fulfill his families´ wildest dreams, buy them designer items every once in a while, and lives in a spacy apartment with the best view to Barcelonas beach. Plus, you only live once, so why not make the best of it? Sofia nods at his statement and doesn´t pry any further, which Gavi couldn´t be any more grateful for, because the conversation about his love-life is usually one he avoids at all cost. He quickly pulls his phone out to text Pedri.

Me: Hey, quick question. Do you, by any chance, have a fake beard or something?

Pedri: Gavi what the fuck.

A whole week.

Aerin has been trying to get Manuel to respond for a whole week, but all she gets is a blank stare right into her eyes, which at this point never fail to make a shiver run down her spine. For some reason Eden thought it was a good idea to claim that maybe Manuel has been adopted, is faking his age and is actually a serial killer who presents himself like a child. The rest of their Friday-girls-night was spent with Aerin thinking back to that statement and seeing if Manuel really showed any signs of being a serial killer who is not four, but actually thirty-two.

Finally it´s Friday and Aerin can use the weekend to study for her geography test on Thursday, though she knows that the burnout that is eating her alive, won´t give her the necessary motivation to actually take her notes out and carefully read through them, even though she would love to do that. It´s always the same routine: she wants to study, reads books or listens to music instead of studying, gets anxious about the test, gets anxious about her anxiety, decides that Saturday is her self-care day which means no studying and an hour before the test she gets a mental breakdown where she curses herself for not using her time to study. Will she do it differently the next time? No.

She´s alone with Manuel again, somehow he´s always the last to get picked up, which is probably the biggest downside of having successful business-people as your parents. They are sitting at her desk. The chair on the right is his favorite spot, especially because he can see outside through the window and watch people live their lives instead of doing what people his age usually do: cry, eat, sleep, play, cry, eat, play and so on. Though he doesn´t respond or look at her, Aerin sometimes finds herself babbling to him about the most random things.

On Wednesday, where they were in the same position as they are right now, she told him about a crazy lady in the supermarket, who was desperately searching for Principe Cookies with Moratas face on them, because in her opinion searching for Gavi or Pedri cookies would be worth the frustration. “So I went to the arcade to get the plush animal I was telling you about on Monday, and found out someone else had already won it,” she complains to Manuel, who swings with his feet, an arm draped over the back of his chair, gaze fixed on the window. “You don´t know how disappointed I was, Manu. It was crazy. I could´ve cried my eyes out,” she huffs and crosses her list of daily tasks. She had started including her conversations with Manuel to her To-Do-List. “And then I went to the guy who works there and asked if they had another one of those pink cats with glitter tongues but he-“

A knock.

Aerin frowns at the disruption, before asking the person to enter her playroom. The door opens and reveals a guy, wearing a baseball cap, a mask covering the lower half of his face and dark sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose. Manuel and Aerin exchange glances for a second. “Uhh hi I´m Pablo. I think Sofia told you that I´d pick up the little grem- little gem today?”, he stutters while rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Aerin smiles, “Ah, so you must be the Pablo Manu is named after!” “You know about that?” “Sofia shares a lot of personal information. I´m Aerin by the way.”

Ah, so that´s her.

Gavi definitely agrees with her, his cousin is truly an over-sharer. “So, ehm, Manuel, are you coming?”, he awkwardly walks up to the boy and extends his hand, expecting him to quickly grip his and walk out with him, but Manuel only stares at his hand, before turning his head back to the window. Aerin bites her lip in order to not burst out with laughter and humiliate the unknown guy any further. Gavi watches her with a, to her invisible, frown. Who does she think she is? That she´s some kind of psychic just because she works with children on a daily and can control them any better than he can? Hell no, Gavi can do that too. “Manu? Vamos, I have surprise guest for you at home!” Manuel doesn´t even budge, only blinks. Gavi could feel the embarrassment and frustration grow in the pit of his stomach, and Aerin could sense the insecurity coming from his body. She quickly closes the cap of her pen, before standing up and kneeling in front of Manuel, disturbing his clear view outside. She tickles his stomach, “Listen big man, how about we go outside instead of just staring at it from inside? I heard there are some really pretty flowers at the parking-lot, and I want to take a few home with me, so come and help me pick out the prettiest ones!”, she softly holds the boys’ hand and urges him to stand up, which the boy does without a word of protest. Pablo can feel his eye twitch at the fact that she did that so easily and smoothly but follows them to the hallway so the boy can change. “Look at that! You have new boots, and they can even light up! I´m so jealous Manu,” she lets out an exasperate sigh, and for the first time, he smiles. Aerins eyes widen, she almost drops his boot out of her hands, but quickly regains her composure. A flash of pride crashes through her body and she can´t suppress the wide smirk growing on her face.

While Aerin is busy with Manuels boots, Gavi takes a look at the pictures hanging on the walls. Most of them are, as expected in a nursery, pictures of children, smiling at the camera, covered in cake-batter or in the garden, too busy with plucking flowers to notice the camera, taking pictures of them. His eyes land on a picture of Aerin and Eden, a Barcelona scarf is wrapped around Aerins neck, the FC Barcelona home-kit almost hidden beneath it, while smiling widely at the camera. Eden on the other hand, has her fists raised into the air, wearing the third kit proudly. “You´re a Culer?”, he asks, curiosity suddenly sparked. Aerin looks back to Gavi, “Yes.” “Who´s your favorite player?”, he leans his back against the wall, watching how the girl helps his little cousin with his shoes. “I have many,” Aerin answers, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “And those are?”, he pries further, mostly because his ego wants her to say his name, to praise him, tell him how much she loves Gavi and how big her unhealthy obsession with him is, unaware of the fact that she´s basically admitting it to his face. “If I had to choose just one, I´d say Ousmane Dembele, but my top five are Dembele, Pedri, Araujo, De Jong and Ter Stegen,” she lists and Gavi feels every bit of his self-esteem crumble for a split second as he doesn´t hear the four letters of his shortened last name exit her plump lips. He doesn´t ask further, though. Manuel stands up from his seat, dressed and ready to leave the school. “Bye Manu,” she waves at him with a bright smile, and Manu waves back with a monotone expression.

Gavi takes the little boy up into his arms, and looks at Aerin for a second, “Adios, Maestra.”

#pablo gavi #gavi x reader #gavi imagine #pablo martín páez gavira #fc barcelona #slow burn #gavi x oc

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extasiswings · 2 years ago

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Please if you think this is in some way negative ignore it, but I want to ask your opinion about something. I still think this issue’ ll be resolved in 6b, but don’t you think that one of the reasons why people’re not really vibing with the donor sl it’s because it was treated like something funny? I get don’t make buck talk with eddie, Bobby and Maddie, but maybe if it was treated in a more serious way ( for ex ep 7) maybe people would ve get it more?

No, I don’t. Both because the show has been telegraphing from the start of this arc, sometimes with a humorous backdrop but not always, that this is something Buck has not thought through, is doing for the wrong reasons, and that is going to hurt him so I don’t see how it can fairly be said that it isn’t being taken seriously, and also because that simply isn’t a complaint that I think I’ve seen? The main complaints I’ve seen are that the entire concept is bad or weird, or that it’s bad writing because Buck and Eddie haven’t talked about it yet or because XYZ wasn’t shown or the arc didn’t happen a certain way (and frankly it’s pretty clear to me that a lot of people are flat out just extremely uncomfortable with the idea of Buck having a biological child that is not actually his and channel that discomfort into loudly hating the arc). Critiques of the pacing I understand, as I’ve said before, but I’ve come around to reserving my own judgment fully until we’ve seen the whole season play out.

The other thing I want to push back on re: whether the arc is appropriately “serious” is…what part exactly should be treated more seriously? The “serious” piece, the angsty, emotional piece is Buck’s “donor, not dad” issue, which is only a problem because Buck is Buck with his own little storage unit of trauma and self-worth issues. That piece is, understandably, not kicking in until 6B because Buck’s been lying to himself about the reality of this situation. But if you take that piece away, there wouldn’t have to be anything super serious about it? There are plenty of people every day who donate sperm or eggs to help other people have kids, sometimes because they’re friends, sometimes because they’re getting paid, sometimes because they just want to for whatever reason. And they do it without it feeling like a big deal, even if it may feel like one for the people who benefit from that donation. And if it’s something between existing friends there’s no reason why it couldn’t also be humorous. Basically what I’m saying is that while this is likely going to ultimately be a serious and emotional arc for Buck because of who he is, and while we’re clearly getting there, there’s nothing inherent in being a sperm donor that means they should have made this a heavy, serious arc from the start. If it weren’t for the fact that Buck is clearly lying to himself and using the humor as an avoidance tactic, the fact that he’s spent half the arc cracking jokes about jerking off wouldn’t faze me one bit because there are plenty of people for whom that kind of attitude is a genuine reflection of how much they care about their part in this process (which is not at all).

#chapel talks #anonymous

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llycaons · 1 year ago

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ep45 (1/2): the wen family reunion, at long last

and getting RIGHT into it here's jc offering jin ling zidian in one of the most straightforward handling of symbolism on the show. but jin ling says NO to the cycle of violence and runs into the fray, chasing after lan sizhui. his friend!

of course jc is distressed by this because he thinks this is a one-way ticket to being dead but good old jin ling doesn't listen

ohh wwx cutting himself (ouch!) on the sword and then staring at it knowing what he has to do and the lans all witnessing. lqr witnessing. I have to believe that means something

he looks SO cool. watching him and lwj seamlessly work together while fighting is so cool. oh yeah and he's wearing white underthings (scandalous!)

aw look, there's jc trying to keep them from leaving without wwx (and lwj)

omg this part

lwj: no thoughts head empty except for FUCK

lsz: ??????? how does he know my name????

I really like jc in this episode. he shows major signs of Cracking, and I've always liked his uncontrollable sobbing the best. right now he looks like he has indigestion but I think that's just from hearing so many people talk about wwx

I complain a lot about lsz being boring but you will never hear that complaint for this scene. lsz being polite and sweet and open and friendly to wen ning had me choking up. for one, nobody talks to wen ning so kindly. for another...THAT'S HIS FAMILY!

and wen ning looks so excited during this scene! I think yb did a really good job of keeping his reactions subdued and awkward, which is exactly how wen ning emotes

HE'S SO HAPPY 😭 THAT'S LITTLE A-YUAN HE'S OKAY!!!

meanwhile jl is edging ever closer to a breakdown himself on account of being a very stressed out little boy laboring under the influence of a heavily patriarchal and revenge-happy society who just learned his new favorite person apparently murdered both his parents using the guy standing right in front of him

oh my GOD he nails this. I'm crying. look at how touched, how moved, how emotional this is making him. this is a piece of himself that he's never understood!!! his family!!! his past!!

jl making his move, attempting revenge but also on the edge of a breakdown

lsz's friends are so good and supportive and kind 🥺 I love you oyzz I love you ljy

this scene was so funny in the book iirc wwx pretended to be passed out "as a joke" (so lwj would cradle him in his strong arms) and then when lwj did just that he got all embarassed

the panicked and desperate attacks of a child about to burst into tears, grasping at whatever defense or position he can

oh god oh fuck it's coming

I WAS SOBBING WATCHING THIS!!!! the very first time I watched, this was the scene that got me.

AND NOBODY DOES SHIT 😭 like I can understand wwx and wen ning feeling awkward, and lwj being like "I don't actually know this kid and I'm not good with comforting people" but lsz and the others? guys. guys. don't just stand there

the flashback was a little heavy-handed but whatEVER I was a MESS

I'm aware this is a pretty low bar but for jc it's almost sweet. calling him a-ling and then asking who bullied him with the implication that he;ll take care of them? aw, jc. you're being so protective and kind this episode

#changed my mind. that house episode looked bad I'm sick of him #cql re-rewatch

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fandom-junk-drawer · 3 years ago

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Witcher Headcanon - Eskel's New Scar

Eskel acquired it while trying to help Jaskier when the bard broke both his forearms after being thrown from his horse one winter

It looks very much like the series of marks that would be left by a vicious bite

Because it is

Who knew their Songbird had a feral side?

The scar was right on the back of Eskel's right wrist, and had at first, been jokingly dubbed the Love Bite by Yennefer

The name had stuck

Eskel, along with his brothers, had been impressed with the sheer amount of balls the bard had displayed. None of them had ever come across a human ballsy enough to even think about biting a Witcher

None of them had ever expected it from their Songbird. He just wasn't the brawling type. He didn't even carry a weapon as far as they knew

It had been a good reminder: never underestimate a wounded animal

Jaskier had been horrified when he'd seen it. He been so distraught over it

He'd started apologizing profusely, his voice wavering and cracking with emotion as tears started to well up in his eyes

ThE VOiCe cRAaaAcK!

Every Witcher in earshot had felt as if they'd been kicked in the chest by a horse, and come running

Oh f**k, he's crying! Geralt is going to hear, and he's going to come and make us all dead!

One cuddle pile later, and a few jokes, and Jaskier was feeling much better.

He was over the moon when they told him how impressed they'd been. "You've got some balls, Lark!" and he even laughed when Eskel had told him about how Yennefer had called the scar his Love Bite

The Love Bite became a running joke, and if horses had bumpers tickers, Eskel's would have read "My BFF Bites, Ask To See My Scar! "

There were jokes. So many jokes. Both Eskel and Jaskier constantly made references.

Eskel uses it at every opportunity to tease his brothers and win every argument concerning Jaskier

Jaskier, you left your f***ing plate on the table again! I had to put it away for you!

Oh, come on! Don't pretend to be angry, Eskel! You know I love you!

Eskel * breaking into a grin and holding up his wrist* Yep! I sure do!

Lambert *frowny face* Why the h*ll do you get to go hunting with Geralt and Jaskier again? You always get to f****ing go!

Eskel *walking backwards out the door with a smug grin while using his middle finger to point to the Love Bite on his other arm*

Jaskier *grumpy at being woken up way too early after staying up late getting sh*tfaced* Isss to d*mn early, ye har'lesss arseh*le! Ugh! I hate you!

Eskel *rolling up his sleeve and waving his arm in Jaskier's face* Don't lie! You know you love me!

I will f***ing bite you again!

You mean I will have two Love Bites? Well, that will just mean that you love me twice as much! The others will be sooo jealous!

Coen *miffed that Eskel keeps trying to take his turn for Personal Space Heater Duty* It's my turn now! Move your a** out of the way! We have a chart!

Eskel *holding his arm up with that irritating grin* Yeah? Remind me again who has the Love Bite!

He's so proud of his scar and is having so much fun teasing the other Witchers, that Geralt doesn't have the heart to tell him about the three knife scars he has from Feral!Jaskier

#the witcher #geralt #geralt of rivia #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #geraskier #kaer morons #the witcher headcanon #twn #the witcher netflix #eskels new scar headcanon #henry cavill

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6okuto · 3 years ago

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— m3 found family moments

delivery for. . . @soupieluvs !

this was vry cute to think about thank u for the idea/req ^______^ if anything goes against canon it's because ^__^ I haven't touched LL in over a month and fictif is not currently installed on my phone ^__^ pls forgive me..plea

thinking about the first few group meetings with the m3 and how they didn't really know each other as well as they do now. how they gradually figured out each other's habits and mannerisms through many, Many weeks of training and learning

felix and anisa bringing sage back when he's spent a little too long at the tavern. the way he's a little louder or a little closer than usual and they both roll their eyes a little but smile as he tries to crack a joke or says something weirdly sappy. he might forget in the morning but they never do — even when he manages to really annoy them.

i don't doubt for a second they've stayed up together a bunch of times just... talking. about their pasts together or apart, what crazy thing happened last week, etc etc. and maybe they didn't stay up with this as the goal but man it's late and they're tired of working/reading and hey, wasn't it funny when that guy ran into the wall the other day?

sage and anisa Younger Sibling'ing felix. sage tells asks felix to do something and does the "i'm older than you, don't you know you should respect your elders" thing on him. felix says "so you are old, then?" he still probably goes and grabs what was asked but he makes sure to watch sage's processing "Wait." face before walking away

they so very rarely do chores together like grocery shopping. smth smth it can get loud and Disruptive for other people who complain or stare. sometimes though, it works out when they all know they have to stay (semi) focused/be fast and suddenly they all know each other's eating habits and what they're missing and being coordinated

shakes you around and makes you stare into my eyes. sage or anisa asking the other for help with their hair. i don't know what products sage uses he feels a litte 3-in-1 shampoo but his hair is so nice? why? anisa must know.

little moments like anisa going "have either of you seen my purse?" and sage and felix both asking "have you checked your pockets?" without blinking. or one of them making sure there aren't cucumbers in sage's food (unless it's for a prank). or felix finding a new book he's wanted on his desk with a little thank you note for his help on the last mission

or like,, the way they'd process the fact they even know those things. they say stuff like "we can't get that, felix doesn't like the texture" or "anisa wanted to try this, didn't she?" or "this is sage's favourite beer, not that one." and then they take a second to think about how much they know about the others. and it's like...wow ok.

the pranks...the silly scares and whatever else. jumping from behind a corner, throwing things across the room, ruining sage's current flirting mission by embarrassing him, drawing on each other's faces, impersonating each other during a game of charades, yelling and waking each other up for a job that is Definitely happening and Not Fake, How did you forget this was happening???

birthdays... :( little cakes and a little singing. little personal gifts and doing whatever the birthday person wants — maybe not easily or without a few pranks beforehand but hey,, what's family for. it's so important because there's no one else around to celebrate with and wow we really have and take care of each other and save each other's lives and orz

they know the signs of each other being upset and make sure to check in on them, reminding the person in question that hey,, we may not always get along and i know you're having a tough time,, but you aren't alone. and we care about you after all of it. we know you're not taking care of yourself please take this food it's your favourite

these three may not be super into hugs,, especially with each other but. maybe after a big win and celebration they wouldn't completely hate a group hug — you might even find them laughing and smiling at it. will they bring it up later? i wouldn't bet on it really but it's a bit of a core memory the first time it happens

#nia's 1k follower event #last legacy #fictif #felix escellun #sage lesath #anisa anka #fictif sage #fictif anisa #fictif felix

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silenceofthecookies · 4 years ago

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Hi Cookie! Congrats on 700!! Can I maybe ask for Class 1A (10 people od your choice) and the way they cheer up a crush/friend/partner when they're having a bad day? Thank you many times! ♡ *leaves a complimentary forehead smooch*

*Sits happily on her bed after the forehead smooch* Of course you can my dear ❤ enjoy!

Eijirou Kirishima

Eijirou's main way of trying to cheer you up is basically hyping you up. He'll tell you how amazing he thinks you are, how amazing your skills are (even if you don't think so yourself) and just how much he's happy that you're friends (or more).

He'll also suggest doing things he knows you enjoy. He'll ask about that show you're so passionate about, or about that book you've been reading. He'll suggest going to your favourite restaurant, or another place you like to hang out at. Anything he knows you enjoy, in hopes of cheering you up.

If it's something he can help with or something he can change, he definitely will, however he does know his limitations. He's not the brightest bulb around, and no matter his good intentions, he knows there are things he just can't help you with. He tries his very best though.

He'll also check up on you regularly throughout the day, not by asking ‘hey, are you ok?’ but simply by popping in every now and again, making a little conversation or sending you a little message, just to let you know he cares.

Katsuki Bakugou

Katsuki is more silent on your bad days. He tones his yelling down the moment he notices (which is pretty fast, this man is more perceptive than most people think), and only yells to tell other people to pipe it down. If people ask him why, he'll make up some stupid excuse like him having a headache.

He'll take you somewhere calm and comfortable and talk to you about it. Katsuki gives pretty damn good advice, and his voice is pretty calming once he stops yelling. His main concern is making sure that you know it´s just a bad day, that better days will come, and that you can count on him should you need him.

He´ll do tiny things throughout your day to help you out. You´ve brought a heavy bag? He'll carry it. Dropped your pen? He's picking it up. Feeling a little peckish? He'll drop a snack with you. Anyone bothering you? Not for long. He's got your back.

If you need any help at all, just ask him and Katsuki will make it happen. He won't even complain about it. As long as it helps you feel better, he'll do it.

Fumikage Tokoyami

Fumikage is a silent but very perceptive person. He will notice you are down, but he will wait for you to come to him to speak about it. After all, sometimes people need to be not be happy, to let other emotions out. He's afraid that by talking to you about it, he'll force you to pretend everything is fine, and that's the last thing he wants.

He will pay a little extra attention to the tiny things he can do, things he'd usually do too. Get you a drink when he's getting one. Put on a movie or music that you like. Put a hand on your shoulder or waist, or take hold of your hand, depending on what kind of relationship you have. Anything to subtly let you know that you're safe with him, and that he's there for you.

Fumikage has wisdom beyond his years and though his advice comes out very poetic with lots of metaphors, it's really good advice. He has the ability to stay calm and not stress out, no matter what you tell him or what you ask him advice on.

Though it mostly ends with him encouraging you doing things you enjoy and going to bed on time.

Momo, Izuku, Denki, Shoto, Mina, Kyoko and Tsuyu under the cut!

Momo Yaoyorozu

Momo has amazing problem-solving skills and if there's a problem that can be solved that's causing you to have a bad day, she's the best person to go to. She'll come up with the perfect solution which will give you at least some peace of mind.

If there's no solution to your bad day, she's still a great person to go to for comfort. Momo can will stay calm and remind you of the positive things without invalidating your own feelings.

If it's cold, she will 100% make you the softest fleece blanket on the spot to wrap you in, in your favourite colour. The she'll get you hot cocoa with marshmallows, or any other hot drink you enjoy having. If it's hot, she's getting you your favourite frozen treat.

Her behaviour throughout the day will not change too much unless you ask her to, but she will be showing through the little things that she's there for you and that if you need anything at all, you need but ask.

Izuku Midoriya

Bad days are familiar to Izuku, however, everyone deals with them differently so he's a little nervous to ask you about it. Should he even ask you about it? What if you don't want to be asked about it? What if asking about and maybe talking about it only makes it worse?

A few panicked thoughts later, Izuku will ask you if there's anything he can do to help you feel better. Whatever you say he can do, if it's within his power, he'll do so immediately.

He's a great distraction in case you need one. With all of his trivia knowledge about heroes, he can talk with you about your favourite heroes and maybe even tell you things you didn't know about them yet.

Izuku gives the absolute best hugs. He's also not afraid to hold your hand if that's what makes you feel better, even in public. Opinions of others be damned, all that matters is that you're as comfortable as you can be on this shitty day.

Izuku always has some snacks with him in case he gets held up somewhere (if there's one thing school taught him, it's that you should always expect the unexpected) and he'll offer them to you on impulse on bad days.

Denki Kaminari

Denki will try to make you laugh no matter what. It doesn't matter if it has to be at his own expense, as long as he can crack even a little smile and distract you from whatever is weighing your day down, he'll be happy.

Expect a lot of clownery and stupid jokes. Maybe even an imitation of how he gets when he's used too much electricity. Maybe he'll even use the electricity to actually be like that for a while, though he'd prefer not to because he knows he can be a bit of a burden when he gets like that.

Also lots of hugs if you're comfortable with that! He'll also surprise you by tickling your sides or your neck to make you laugh. He will be visibly disappointed if you're not ticklish.

Denki will try to make the best of your day still, by suggesting things like going to the movies, having a movie night in at home, or doing pretty much anything else he knows you like. It doesn't even matter if he doesn't like it himself, as long as your day looks a little brighter.

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto is, quite honestly, at a loss when you're having a bad day. He's had them too, they suck, but aside from distracting you and maybe pulling your thoughts away from whatever is making it bad, he has no idea what to do. No idea of what he should do.

So he tries to do the only thing he can think of: distracting you. He'll become a lot more talkative, talking about pretty much anything you can think of, and urging you to join him. If possible, he'll take you outside to go do something. Maybe even play a boardgame or a videogame. Anything he can think of is fair game.

He won't ask you what's wrong, because he's not quite sure what kind of reaction he should give you. If you talk to him about it anyway though, he'll listen to your every word. If there's something he can do, he will do so in a heartbeat. If not, he'll give you a hug, hoping that the proximity will convey the things that his words cannot.

Mina Ashido

HYPE GIRL HYPE GIRL HYPE GIRL

Mina's always a positive person, and when you're having a bad day, this doesn't change a single bit. She will keep smiling, knowing her smile and her positivity are contagious, hoping that they will remind you that things can always get worse, and that better times are always coming.

She will tone it down a little if you want to talk about it, but her positive attitude will remain. No matter why you're having a bad day, she'll try to help you see the positive in the situation and reminds you that everything happens for a reason, and that for anything bad that happens to you, something equally good will happen too.

Mina's a very cuddly person and will cling to you all day if you let her, hugging you, sitting next to you, sitting on your lap, having you sit in her lap,… anything to keep you close and to give you some affection, hoping that you realize that you're not alone, that you've got an ally in her and that you can always count on her, even on the bad days.

Kyoka Jirou

Kyoka asks if you're alright the moment she notices you're down. If you don't want to talk about it, she'll leave it at that, though she will keep an eye on you throughout the day. If you do want to talk about it, she'll be all ears.

Kyoka is not the best at giving advice, often doubting her own words, so she'll just listen, tell you your feelings are valid, and that it'll get better at some point for sure. She'll say with reassuring hand on your shoulder and a soft smile.

Something that always helps her on a bad day is music, and she will encourage you to try the same. Listen to music you like, and music you feel like listening to at that point. You want to listen to sad music and cry for an hour straight? Good, then those emotions needed to come out. You want to listen to something happy and up-beat to distract you from what you're feeling? Also good. Whatever you need, Kyoka will encourage. She'll also recommend you songs based on what you listen to, giving you some songs that fit what you're going through right now, hoping they'll cheer you up at least a little.

Tsuyu Asui

Tsuyu cares deeply about all of her friends and when she sees once having a bad day, she wants to do everything she can to help them feel better, even if that's not always possible. It frustrates her to feel that way, but she'll quickly push those frustrations away to focus on you instead, to do whatever she can for you.

She won't start doing anything on her own. Every person has their own way of wanting to be treated on a bad day, and even every bad day needs a different treatment, so she believes. So she'll ask you if you're alright, and if there's anything at all she can do to help you. If she can, there are no limits to what she will do. Nothing is too much effort when it comes to the people she cares about.

She will be watching you like a hawk all day, trying to find little things she can do or say to cheer you up, or trying to keep certain people away from you if needed.

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ephemeral-sorrow · 3 years ago

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jake x male!mc as best buddies/partners in crime

a/n: this came up out of nowhere, nevertheless please enjoy. @captainwanderlust78 inspired me

➢ you would have never even entertained the idea of befriending someone so peculiar and extraordinary, but in a strangely comforting way so compatible with you.

➢ jake found himself growing closer to you on the basis of the kidnapping incident. it was the most inappropriate time to encounter someone and, furthermore, discover a special connection between the two of you, while there were currently more paramount matters at hand. however, jake contemplated this issue a lot and rather disappointedly cocluded that he wouldn`t have known you, unless compelled.

➢ during Hannah`s case: you eagerly helped out and supported each other in the times of distress. as you got to learn the hacker`s personality better, you actually found out he`s quite insecure and worried about the situation, if not the most among the group. he tried to conceal his emotions and succeeded in doing so very masterfully. he needed at least some human care and comfort - being the warmth-starved guy he was - he needed reassurance and comrade advice. jake had an undeniably strong willpower and a cold head, but even he sometimes allowed the anxiety to get the best of him.

mc: "man, you sound pretty tired." delivered, 17:03

jake: "do i really? i`m the same as always, mc." delivered, 17:03

mc: "i know i`m nowhere near when it comes to understanding the kind of problems you must endure, but i`m here to listen. don`t feel ashamed to share, just because 'you think you don`t have the right to be weak' and stuff." delivered, 17:04

mc: "well, at least not in front of me. we`re in the same boat since it all started." delivered, 17:04

mc: "are you there?" delivered, 17:05

jake: "yes." delivered, 17:05

jake: "i suppose i need some time to come to my senses. otherwise it`ll start affecting my mental performance, and that would be highly inconvenient right now." delivered, 17:06

jake: "how`s it going with the weather?" delivered, 17:06

mc: "do you seriously want to talk about the weather in my region at the moment?" delivered, 17:07

jake: "that was my way of saying "thank you". " delivered, 17:08

mc: "... dude, you gotta work on formulating that." delivered, 17:08

➢ in spite of jake`s secretiveness, the conversations you shared always seemed to flow in the right direction and held no place for the tension. you managed to discover more and more new about your mutual hobbies and interests, as well as endlessly crack jokes only you two had a knack for coming up with.

mc: "lol, jake, guess what." delivered, 23:42

jake: "i`m still not fond of you saying this strange word." delivered, 23:42

jake: "is this a modern vocabulary youngsters tend to use?" delivered, 23:42

mc: "you talk like my grandfather right now." delivered, 23:43

jake: "..." delivered, 23:43

jake: "yeah, right. so what was it?" delivered, 23:43

mc: "pfffft, don`t tell me you`re sulking. that line is so cliche it`s illegal to get offended and it`s even older than you! :D" delivered, 23:44

jake: "okay then, i`m getting back to work." delivered, 23:44

jake is offline

mc: "dude, come baaaaack, i was only joking." delivered, 23:45

jake is online

jake: "you have an interesting humour." delivered, 23:46

mc: "comes in pair with your responses. :D anyway, want to hear a real joke i intended to crack?" delivered, 23:46

jake: "bring it on." delivered, 23:46

mc: "why has grandpa's origami business gone out? because it folded." delivered, 23:47

jake: "... and who`s the grandpa now?" delivered, 23:48

jake is offline

➢ ... even if it was mainly jake facepalming at your attempts to coax him out of his shell.

➢ overall your mental connection kept on getting stronger by each passing day, filled with upcoming troubles caused by the kidnapper and the joining police forces, and you bravely pushed on towards your ultimate goal to untangle this mystery.

➢ i canon that once you finally met up face to face, the first thing you said was about jake coming barehanded and breaking his promise to take you on the motorcycle ride. his face was priceless, although he regained his composure fairly quickly and smacked the back of your head with the rest of his long hoodie sleeve.

➢ after this you`ve completed the picture by chasing the mwaf alongside others.

➢ after the incident(or i would rather refer to this as the alternate universe in which both you and jake are dangerous fellas, that work together against the underworld):

➢ of course, jake did not agree to this idea right away.

➢but observing your capability to make the ends meet and communicate with informants using sly and clever methods, he couldn`t throw the suggestion off either. his enourmous trust, which you`ve patiently earned drop by drop for the past two years, played a key part in his decision. if it hadn`t been for you, god knows where he would`ve ended up. you`ve become his faithful companion he knew he already couldn`t cope without, whether he realised that or not.

➢ so, this is how it all began. jake was still unsure - especially at the beginning - if he should further drag you into the damn mess his life was. you were his first friend ever, his one and only person alive he could rely on. despite the bond you`ve come to form, jake was terribly afraid something would go wrong and you would end up hating him for ruining your peaceful life.

"even if we end up getting caught, i have no regrets." you mused, taking a slow drag of your cigarette. the snake-like smoke drew unknown and quite peculiar patterns in the air. currently both of you were resting on the roof, can of cool beer in your hands. jake suggested coming here once you were finished with the errands for today needed for executing a bold plan - infiltrating the military cyber base to search the information on the requested individual. he was some sort of a higher up, numerously reported by his subordinates for using his position. unfortunately, the police kept closing their eyes on it, easily seduced by the delicious amount of money the serviceman was granting them.

upon meticulously investigating the subject and collecting the data about the victims, the two of you assented to not wasting any time.

"in spite of being so smart, you sure do spurt nonsense from day to day." jake`s voice was calm and void of emotion, but the way he stared into the distance with a griveous expression spoke volumes. "of course you`re going to regret it." he turned away from the glimmering city lights and sent you a little smile.

"what`s with that face, mate?" you hit the hacker`s shoulder, making him choke on his drink.

"hey." he coughed into his elbow, testily glaring at you.

"in fact, it`s you who says the strangest things. our whole friendship has been a risk since the very start. it`s a tad bit too late to realise that, hm?" your eyes held a confident and lively twinkle and somehow it combined well with the momentous things you were proclaiming.

"..." you were right, and jake didn`t find a proper argument to that. instead, he chose to take a quiet sip from his can.

"don`t you worry."

"what?" the sudden light gust of wind caused jake`s hair to flutter a little. the sounds of cars honking and hundreds of people chattering below drowned your voice.

"i`ve got you and our job. we`ll continue buiding that ideal of ours until it becomes the wonder of this city and to those in despair. you know... there`s something i always knew deep down but never had the courage to do. virtue. and the actual guts to help someone, even if it may cost you something."

jake looked at you curiously and dared to make an assumption.

"you mean my sister?"

"she was the main push i needed to realise this, yes. after the incident, i`ve been thinking a lot about the kidnapping, police, our lives and roles in all of this in general... i knew it, but then i felt it: there`s nothing more valuable than saving someone."

you directed your gaze all the way down, where people hurried across the streets like small ants.

"and you want to continue doing this?" unbeknownst to him, a smile tugged at jake`s lips.

"and i want to continue doing this."

➢ you`ve become quite the consultants in the area of accessing to various kinds of information and solving cold cases, long forgotten by the police or marked as "top secret" by government. struggling to find your traces and eventually contacting you through reliable channels, people pleaded for your help. they either wanted punishment or blackmail for their evil-doers and could only hope that the mysterious duo would extend their generous hand and faciliate the judgement.

please tell me if you liked the story and if you want part two.

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #everbyte #duskwood mobile game #jake #jake x reader #jake x mc #mc #male mc

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1, 10, 17, and 18 for the writer's ask game? :D

𝟙. 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘?

Around seven? First thing I remember doing was some little Pokémon fic with my little trainersona lol. I don't remember much of it but she had a Minun because (at the time) that was my favorite Pokémon lol.

Look at this little shit. 1000/10 would cuddle.

𝟙𝟘. 𝕀𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖?

One of my stories is centered in a world where angels and demons exist but they just, kinda,, vibe together. And everyone has different powers depending on their subspecies. Such as;

One Reaper character (Mizuki) has the ability to sense people's phobias and then create illusions of them. Partially to feed off their fear (one of the ways Reapers sustain themselves) but also just cause she finds it funny lol

A Cherub character (Tobias) has the ability to control the growth/decay rate of plants. He carries seeds in his pockets to use for emergencies.

Their child (Octavia) is a Reaper/Cherub hybrid, so she can both manipulate and travel through shadows and has an inherent charm ability so she can get away with her pranks and stuff.

Anyways I think it would be pretty cool to exist in a world like that! Provided it wasn't during the whole 'Ancient Gods Randomly Possess People To Commit Warfare On The Mortal Plane' period of time.

𝟙𝟟. 𝕋𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕦𝕤 𝕒 𝕗𝕦𝕟 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕎𝕀ℙ

Hah I have so many WIPs it's not even funny. One of them (which I have not talked about on this blog) originally started as a crack fanfic I made about Tom Joad/Jim Casey from John Steinbeck's fucking Grapes of Wrath in English class because I was bored. That somehow branched into a fic about Cormac McCarthy's All The Pretty Horses, also thanks to English class, and then it kinda spiraled from there. Now I have two characters that were originally supposed to be modern versions of Tom and Casey but really aren't, another character that is basically Alejandra from AtPH but if she was slightly more unhinged, and two time travelers who kinda just ricochet around whenever I wanna make a joke. And that's not even mentioning the whole 'modern day M. Butterfly (by David Henry Hwang) where Song rants about how much he hates Panda Express and Rene simps for him while my OC is doing timetravel shit in the background' thing that I also wrote as a joke that somehow ended up just being thrown into the main story because I liked it. I was like,, 15 when I started this. I do a little bit every couple of months.

𝟙𝟠. 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕦𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖

I'm bad at writing dialogue 😅 but I have this little excerpt from my LL OC route-rewrite that I kinda like. So you can have it;

Context - Kit (my OC) has gotten into a massive fight with Sage wherein they both said horrible things to each other. Her angst over this causes the Astrolabe to 'freeze' her heart (she specializes in ice magic), numbing her emotions entirely and gradually pushing her into an apathetic state.

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the longer she sits like this the more shades of gray seem to slip out of her fingers. they separate into black and white. no nuance. no emotion. nothing to be confused by. nothing to be hurt by.

nothing…

nothing.

what's the point if all that exists is nothing. what's the point of anything at all. she seemed to know a few minutes ago. but now it's slipping away. away away away.

damnit.

She slides back on the crate enough to pick her legs up off the floor and pull her knees against her chest. Still nothing. Still sinking. If she closes her eyes it's like she doesn't exist. No pressure. No feeling. just nothing.

she should feel sick and tired of it.

"We'll come check in on ya in a bit. A'right, lass?"

She nods and waves a hand vaguely in Arkash's direction. For a second there's silence. Then soft footsteps. One set. Then another. Then another. Hesitant like they don't want to leave her alone. But they do. She tracks them out of the room. Hears the soft thump of the door closing behind them.

right then.

she's alone. loathe to admit it but her coworkers are right. there is a mess she has to clean up. objectively that's obvious. objectively. but subjectively there isn't. subjectively there's nothing. objectively she feels nothing subjective.

'what's happening to me?'

"̷̛̪̦̺̲̣̾̒͒͗͌̚Ȋ̷̧̤͍̣̺̜̀̓͒͑ ̸͉̗̺͖̙̓͆̽a̵͔͕̝̤̟͔͒l̵̡̡̢̤̞͎͛̈ͅr̶̗̙̖̓̏͂̌e̵͎̓͒̐̽̽̈́a̷̦͖͚͖͔͗̃̔̏̚͜ḍ̴̲̟̱̫̉͒̍̚y̵̡̨̼̟̮̼̽͝ͅ ̸̞͉̙̯̤́͆̄͠t̴̘̏̀̿̀o̴̧̿̔̇̑͠l̷͍̓d̵̡̥̯̠̰̄ ̷̛͈͉̗̰̖̏͆͋̈́̿̚y̵̫̏͒͐̈̓̀̕ọ̶̩̣͈͗́͒̔̓͝ǔ̶̩̜͓͑̚,̷̞͔̮̿͒͜ͅ ̵̨̪̊͑̿͛̄L̷͍̟̜̊̊̏̒̈̆̽u̵̧͖͎͗͠ͅl̴̲̒͂͑̂u̴̡̧̞̣͓̗̞̒̐̿̾.̷͉͓̳̏̿͂͑͛̃̓ ̷̛̤͓̻͒̀͝I̶͙͆t̴̢̊̑̍̔̇̓̆ ̴͍̫͉͕͔͂͊͛͜ḏ̷̿͒͗̿ȍ̴͓͛̋͘e̸̡̥̫̬̼͒̐̈́̋ş̸͙̥͂̉̏͑̚̚ͅn̵̨͋̚'̶̡̜͚͓͉͆ͅt̶̮͈͖̺͍̞͔̅̌ ̷̧̖̻̓̐́̀͒m̵͔̠̙͕̒̓̊ͅa̸̤̖̳͎̭̪̗͠ẗ̷̡͖́̐t̷̨̩͍͊̔͜e̵̯̹̽̉̇̾̉r̷̪̪̜̟̔̄́̅̔ͅ.̴̹͎̗͌̽͛

oh. right. nothing hurts. so nothing matters.

nothing hurts.

Nothing hurts.

#fren asks #ozzy answers #ozzy speaks #hi fren <3 #ask game

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9tzuyu · 4 years ago

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children of tragedy [pt.2]

note: hi. i totally did not mean for this to be a filler chapter but thats what it ended up being :(. i hope you guys still like it though. this is mostly natasha x reader (platonic), so maybe that’ll make up for it? lmk your thoughts!

mistakes are mine as always.

warnings: talk of alcohol abuse

pt. 1 | pt.3

🏷 @peggycarter-steverogers @blackxwidowsxwife (tagged since its nat centric)

when you left in the middle of the night while wanda slept in the other room. you didn’t bother waking her to say your goodbyes, instead wanting things to be quick and simple. telling wanda goodbye would only prolong that process.

you did, however, leave one last sticky note on the kitchen table for her to see when she woke up. it was nothing over the top, just a reminder to make sure she ate and took care of herself.

(and of course your signature smiley face at the bottom of the paper. she loved your odd little version of a smiley face.)

you packed a bag separate from everything wanda put together and stuffed it to the brim with bare necessities. clothes were replaceable. what you had with wanda was not. besides, she probably wouldn’t mind keeping a few of your sweatshirts. they were always her favorite.

rummaging in the side pockets of your jacket you found the last twenty dollar bill you had and used it to catch the next bus across town.

in all honesty you would’ve texted natasha to tell her you were on your way, but your phone had been dead for three days and you didn’t bother charging it after last night’s conversation. natasha wouldn’t mind though, you’ve been friends with her for over seventeen years. she was the only person who knew about your upbringing and all the abusive relationships between. she’d been there countless times to pick you up from the hospital your exes put you in, never once blaming you for what happened.

similarly to wanda, natasha never judged you for your decisions or ways of coping. she worried just as much as wanda did, but knowing you hated having to talk about things she kept silent. there were only a handful of times natasha could think of where you talked to her about what happened.

with a deep breath in, you slung your backpack over your shoulder and stepped off the bus. the walk to natasha’s house from your drop off area was only about fifteen minutes, but within that short amount of time you managed to get worked up over wanda. your thoughts were so loud that by the time you made it to natasha’s door step you had tears streaming down your face, your nose red from wiping it with the sleeve of your jacket.

natasha was quick to answer, but she hadn’t expected you of all people to be standing right in front of her. snapping herself out of shock, she pulled you in for a hug before moving back to check you for any signs of bruising.

there were a few, but they were fading nicely against your skin. and the cuts she found looked like they had been treated with care, which only confused the redhead. she hadn’t heard from you in over eight months, so it wasn’t surprising that she missed out on hearing about wanda.

what a shame, you thought to yourself. she would’ve loved her.

natasha closed the door behind you and brought you over to her sofa. you laughed remembering that you were in this very same position last night; although it wasn’t like natasha could break up with you or anything of the sort.

“stay here, i’ll be right back.”

you glanced at the clock on natasha’s wall seeing that it was three in the morning.

it was only when natasha came back when you noticed her disheveled hair and chapped lips. it was clear she was sleeping prior to you knocking on her door. she immediately noticed the guilty look on your face and quickly went to stop you from overthinking.

“none of that now, i don’t care at all that you woke me up at three in the morning. i haven’t seen you in over eight months, i’d be angry with myself if i hadn’t heard you knocking.” unsure how to reply, you nodded solemnly.

she smiled, “are you hungry?” you licked your lips, food hadn’t crossed your mind in hours. “very.”

you followed her to the kitchen where she brought out a can of soup and set it to cook on the stove.

“i don’t have much, i keep forgetting to go to the store.” she shrugged, leaning against the counter top.

“s’okay.”

you awkwardly stood in the middle of the room, arms folded as you stared off into space. natasha took this opportunity to really get a look at you.

she could see the outlining of a bruise on the side of your cheek, and judging by the size, you had to have taken a pretty bad hit. there were also a few bruises around your neck as if someone had tried to choke you.

she bit her lip, wincing internally at the thought of you getting choked so violently that it left marks as dark as the nail polish natasha once used as a teenager. it hurt her even worse knowing that this person was supposed to love you.

you caught natasha’s gaze and shifted yourself further away from her. she tried not to frown, but you saw the slight downward movement of her eyebrows before she had a chance to look unbothered.

“the soup, tasha. it’s going to burn.” you reminded her.

“ah!”

she stirred the liquid content with a spoon and brought it to her mouth. “just right.” you watched her pour a safe amount into a bowl before giving you a spoon she hadn’t wrapped her lips around.

“lets go sit down so you can eat, yeah?”

you followed her like a lost little kid back into the living room. if it hadn’t been for such serious issues at hand, natasha would’ve commented on how adorable you looked clutching the bowl with two hands while you unconsciously bit the insides of your cheeks because you were scared of breaking something.

she gave you time to finish eating. you ate slower than she remembered, but she didn’t think too much of it. the last bite was when natasha when noticed the large scar across your hand.

(god did she hate herself for not seeing it sooner because what the hell?)

you moved to go put the dish in the sink, but natasha stopped you, gently grabbing the scarred hand to keep you from leaving.

“don’t worry about that right now. set it on the coffee table and i’‘ll take care of it when we’re done here.” her voice was soft enough for you to feel safe, an affect only one other person could do.

natasha didn’t say anything else, she wanted you to feel in control, to feel comfortable enough to talk about it.

the crack of your knuckles could be heard after a few short seconds of silence. there was no reason for you to feel so nervous. it was just natasha after all. she would never hurt you.

(you were brave. you were okay. you can do this.)

“she was so good to me, nat.” the redhead scoffed, but you were quick to defend your now presumed ex.

“she was! this time i really mean it, and i know that sounds redundant but i would put the love i have for you as a friend, as a sister, on the line.” she seemed to believe you after that. the look in your eyes told her everything she needed to know.

“what happened?”

your lip started to quiver, “i ruined it.” natasha moved closer to you, wrapping her arms around you so that your body rest against hers. “how’s that?”

“i can’t stop drinking, couldn’t, and she had to do the right thing for herself.” her grip tightened around your frame. she hated not knowing you were drinking again. the first few times weren’t too bad, but she had a feeling this time was more than she could help with.

“she was so good to me, tasha and i ruined it. i fucking ruined every bit of it because i’m too weak to-”

“stop. do not finish that sentence or else i’m going to give you a sisterly lecture for the next three hours about every good thing that makes you who you are.” her threat came off as a joke, but if needed, natasha would actually hold herself to her own word.

you sighed and visibly deflated, natasha allowing the tiniest smile grace her lips from behind you.

“what was her name?” your eyes found their way to natasha’s hands and the rings that clung to the base of her fingers. “wanda.”

“how did she treat you? i mean really treat you.”

you fiddled with her rings, twisting them back and forth absentmindedly, “she used to bandage my wounds with like, five layers of gauze, i swear. i always thought she was just being over dramatic, but sometimes the bleeding would even seep through that.”

your breathing began to slow down. “she would always come when i needed her, whether that be when i blacked out from drinking or if i was sick and needed help taking a bath.”

“she sounds like a good person.”

“she is.”

natasha hummed, “you really scared me, you know?” you moved to try and face her, but she kept her arm wrapped securely around your torso. “i didn’t hear from you in over half a year and now you’re here. you’re my best friend and i thought you were dead.” there was a crack in her voice. god knows she didn’t want you to see her cry.

(that’s why she held you in place, but most of all because she missed having you close.)

“i’m sorry, tasha...”

“just don’t ever do that to me again or i will kill you myself.” you rolled your eyes at her reply. “i’m not, i promise.”

you moved off her lap, turning your body so you were face to face with her. “where do i go from here, nat?”

she thought dor a second, “can you make it through tonight without a drink? or will withdrawls be too bad?”

you paused, surely you hadn’t gotten to the point where withdrawls were as serious as you’d seen in all the medical shows and documentaries. “i think i’ll be good.”

natasha nodded in approval, “do you want help?”

it was the question of the century for you. the answer should be a simple yes, but it never failed to amaze you how much weight could be carried behind a three letter word. there was a chance for you though, something you might not ever get again. and honestly, natasha’s heart couldn’t take another relapse like this. eight months of not knowing if you were alive or not was bad enough, she couldn’t imagine not seeing her dearest friend for the rest of her life.

“yes,” you exasperated, “yes, i wan’t help.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #scarlet witch x reader #natasha romanov x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #marvel fanfiction

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