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j0eyj0rdis0n · 18 days ago

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RAMMSTEIN - Teacher AU: what subject they teach

Okay… I know some of this isn’t very realistic, especially as this takes an American perspective on school. But…

I do what I want lmao

BUT Rammstein as teachers has been infecting my brain for a fat minute now. Ever since I read this one fic on ao3 I’ve been dying. I needed to get this out. And lord knows I have more to say than just this one little imagine post. So if you’re interested, PLEASE let me know. I won’t shut up about it then.

TILL LINDEMANN - Vocational Education

Teaches woodworking, metals, and automotive technology. He does it all so classes are pretty sparse. And hard to get into…

He likes the idea that the kids who are seeking out his classes are the ones who are truly interested in the subject. Especially since his classes are decently difficult to get into.

And honestly being a more specialized teacher, he has more freedom to do as he wishes when it comes to the syllabus and activities done in the classroom.

I mean who else in the school is going to know what to teach in that position besides him?

No one.

So he does as he wants!

He definitely holds extra workshops during his free period or before/after school.

PAUL LANDERS - Band/ Orchestra

He has the degree to teach all sorts of performing arts but he really embraced teaching band and orchestra. He’s always been a music guy.

Very supportive to his students! Always making sure they find the right instrument to play if they’re just starting out.

Or showing them different pieces or artists to keep students engaged and exploring music!

One of the more eccentric teachers of the bunch.

But because of that the students absolutely LOVE him. Like they beg to sit in the band room to eat lunch. (Which is against the rules) but he agrees anyways.

Also sponsors the fall play and spring musical with Flake and Richard. Mainly in charge of the music and band, but definitely helps Richard with the casting and auditions.

CHRISTOPH SCHNEIDER - History/ Social Studies

Rigid exterior, soft when you get through to him. Students either love or hate him. NO in between.

He prefers to teach AP European history, AP World history, or AP Psychology. He likes it when the students are actually there because they’re interested, not because the class is required.

Like I said before, students either love or hate him. So they either avoid him like the plague or they follow him like a cult.

Honestly, he likes his alone time, so he’ll 100% lock his door during lunch time so none of the students who enjoy him will bother him.

Hands out a shit ton of homework.

Also has no patience or sympathy for troublemakers. He looks like he got two hours of sleep the night before, don’t test him.

FLAKE LORENZ - Visual Arts

Teaches basic arts classes like 2D arts, and 3D arts. But he also delves into the more complex classes like AP drawing/painting, advanced ceramics, and AP art history.

He likes each class for its own reasons, but his favorite is advanced ceramics. He loves the freedom and loves seeing all the interesting designs and pieces the students make.

Also, just like Schneider and Till, he likes that the classes besides basic 2D and 3D arts are sought after because the students actually take interest in the subject matter

Definitely the kind of teacher who fosters a calm environment. Students are allowed to wear headphones but no music playing out in the open.

More often than not sits beside his students and works on pieces of his own!

He also works closely with Paul and Richard when it comes to the school plays and musicals. He helps make backdrops and props. Definitely groans and moans about it, but in the end he loves seeing his work on the stage. Even if it’s on an incredibly amateur level.

RICHARD KRUSPE - Language arts and English

Teaches English language classes, advanced creative writing, speech, and AP literature and composition. Yeah he forced some other unlucky teacher to take on the basic creative writing classes.

He didn’t want to deal with the dumb brats who can’t write or spell. Fuck them kids.

He enjoys speech and English the most, he definitely likes the way the kids squirm when they’re forced to stand up front and speak.

Not a big fan of homework. He honestly neglects grading so he just makes it easy and gives out a one page worksheet, nothing crazy.

Helps with casting and oversight with the students in the plays and musicals. He enjoys helping with lines and memorization!

OLIVER RIEDEL - Buisness/ Computer classes

Teaches intro to business, personal finance, AP business management, and typing/basic computer applications.

He likes that it’s decently laid back. That if there’s a problem, there’s always an answer. Press the “A” key and “A” will appear. You know?

Questions in his class are pretty self explanatory and the guides he gives for the students to work through, aren’t too hard at all.

It’s decently hard to not pass his class.

I mean… shit… there’s no homework. None.

He’s pretty reserved, so it’s not often students talk to him for anything besides questions. Which for the most part he doesn’t mind. But when there’s that one rare student who actually gives a shit about how his day is going, it definitely makes him smile.

#rammstein #till lindemann #paul landers #christoph schneider #schneider #flake lorenz #christian lorenz #richard z kruspe #richard kruspe #oliver riedel #rammstein imagines #teacher au

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definesanity · 8 months ago

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Dear God: Why Are Women So Attractive?

Marian Greco is a holy woman.

Her parents taught her ever since she was a child, along with her sisters.

The exception, naturally being Ye--... Schneider.

And after the events of 1929, the two had... somehow, braved The Storm.

And Marian cursed.

But that was a tale for another day. What matters now is the problem.

Namely, because of the women of the Suitcase.

The first she met, ironically enough, was Lilya. The Russian was from a different time, and is an ace pilot.

Above all, she was pretty. And also everything against to her way of childhood.

She was loud, at times obnoxious, prideful boarding, and sometimes exceeding, arrogance, and not to mention the excess drinking...

Normally, Marian could excuse the final. In her own opinion, she believes that drinking itself is not exactly a sin, but drinking in excess, was.

Still, she could not just go up to the Russian and ask her; Marian was now Arcanist, but her powers were still yet to be fully developed...

Which made it all the more stranger when, whenever Marian is around, Lilya slows down on her drinking.

Lilya looked at Marian out of the corner of her eye. "Somethin' wrong?"

"A-Ah, no, nothing." Marian replied instinctively, before shaking her head. "...Mind, there... is."

"The drinking, right?" Lilya replied instantly, waving her flask in her hand. "I heard from Vertin you're a holy woman, so I thought I'd best not go around insulting your Lord."

"Mm. I... thank you, for that. I am still getting used to... all this."

Lilya looked at Marian fully, her eyes not filled with warmth, but not ice, either. "I'm not the one to go to for advice... but, if I had to offer some, it's this: Don't stress over every single thing, or you're gonna start stressing over stress itself.

"And before you say anything, yes, I know: It ain't easy as said as it is done. But what's the point, if you won't be able to do if you're busy worrying about saying stuff?" Lilya shrugged. "My own take, feel free to leave it."

Marian blinked in surprise, and was stunned silent for a moment. Eventually, she found her words: "You would make for a good public speaker."

Lilya snorted. "Ha! Didn't expect that! Must mean I did something right, then!"

Lilya was... interesting, to say the least.

But Marian briefly wondered why it was that she looked oddly cute, like a fluffy bear...

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Marian was beginning to doubt.

It was something that gnawed at the back of her mind for ages, even before The Storm of 1929.

If God was there, why did He always give Marian and her family the hardest of trials?

She decided to sit down, and ask the worst person possible. But hey, any advice is better than none, right?

"...I'mma be honest with ya." An-An Lee said. "I ain't religious. Never have been. Ya still want my advice or...?"

Marian nodded. "Please. I... would like an outsider's perspective on it."

An-An Lee kicked back a bit, sitting on her chair with her feet on the table. "Well, let's start from that; God is granting you His most difficult challenges, right?"

A nod.

"So, let's say you were a kid, still, who would have heard numerous stories of God at this point. What would you say the reason is?"

"Because He has a plan, not just for me, but for everyone." Marian replied without hesitation. The Ghost Hunter hummed.

"And how about now?"

Marian paused to think. What would she say, now?

Her faith had been shattered the moment that she was saved and rescued, but it was her transformation into an Arcanist that really made her realise it.

God... what was His plan, in turning her into something hated by humanity, his own creations?

"...I'm not sure." came the eventual reply.

Even still, An-An Lee remained calm, and gave her a reassuring smile in response. "I'm no religious girl, but I can say that... you've got a plan yourself. And it's a good one. So, hey, don't let anyone try an' lead ya astray, la?"

Marian looked at the grinning face, and found herself smiling back.

Curses, what has she gotten herself into...?

#ryuusei's works #reverse 1999 #r1999 #Marian Greco #schneider #reverse 1999 schneider #r1999 schneider #reverse 1999 lilya #r1999 lilya #an an lee

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cuylleed · 10 months ago

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Wanna build next to the cup? ᯓ★ Will Cuylle

this wasn't requested and it's my first Fan-Fic, and I'll gladly take any requests for hockey guys just give me a scenario,player,position(not really needed) and team, i'll only do NHL and I only use Y/N

Will Cuylle/Left Wing/New York Rangers

Word count : 1047

Warnings: smut but fluff at end

it's Will Cuylle's turn with the cup so you and your boyfriend build legos but he ask's you to sit in his lap but it turns into something more.(this when Will is back in Ontario,Canada with his family,family isn't there, maybe grocery shopping?)

Y/N= Your Name

N/N= Nick Name

No Protection! (P in V)

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Y/N and Will sat peacefully building a Lego set Will had gotten for his birthday a few months ago, at least until he heard the doorbell ring from upstairs, seeing as it could be his old friend or teammate but instead when Will went upstairs to the door, he opened it and he was greeted with Braden Schneider holding the Stanley cup and with a smile on his face, Will was stunned forgetting it was his turn with the cup,Will grinned and taking the cup into his hands looking back to Braden,Will carefully gave the trophy to Y/N, turning to Braden ,"be careful with it, and do whatever you like, like drinking beer out of it or eating ice cream, just wipe it when your done" Y/N and Will nodded saying there goodbye's to Braden,Will and Y/N quickly taking the cup to Will's room, "Wanna build next to the cup?", Will said, Y/N's eyes lighting up to the thought "I would love that" Y/N had said smiling sitting on the ground in front of Will's coffee table building some star wars legos with her boyfriend.

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While Y/N and Will were building they kept exchanging little playful pinches and jokes, but finally after a few minutes Will mustered up the courage to ask Y/N a question, "Hey N/N could you maybe sit on my lap?" Will smiled looking at Y/N for an answer, "oh you sure? won't it be uncomfortable?" Y/N said putting some Lego piece's down smiling at Will, "I mean,no, not really,just come sit in my lap" Will Encouraged Y/N and motioning her to come over. Y/N just gave in and sat on Will's lap not noticing the bulge hitting her inner thigh, she just continued to build Lego's while Will played with her hair. 15 minutes had passed and Y/N was starting to notice the little groans or muffled moans coming from Will every few minutes and little tugs on her hair,every time she had to reach to get another piece or stretch Y/N would hear the groans escape Will's mouth. Y/N and Will had done it a few times before in the past, only before Will wasn't busy with hockey, before playoffs started, so you and him never had time, he always had to be showered, in a suit and out the door before a certain time and he was mostly gone in other states for away games, which meant y/n and Will hardly had time to fuck or anything really, but y/n was staying at Will's place for a few days to celebrate the Rangers win of the Stanley cup. but now since hockey is over and y/n was with Will she can finally take the chance and have some fun with Will. And at this moment Y/N was slowly grinding on Will's lap,"Please let's take this to the bedroom." Will had said little groans escaping his lips and grabbing Y/n's hips. "Can't we just take this to the bedroom?" Y/n had said groaning at the feeling of grinding on Will's lap, "we could but were right here in front of the couch" Will said shrugging off the idea of going to the bedroom, instead Will pulled Y/n off of his lap and placed her on the couch with her legs on his shoulder's not caring if they didn't finish the Lego set and taking Y/n's shorts and underwear off throwing them off to the side, even removing his own clothes. "Will, please,just hurry before your parents get home" Y/n groaned her hands placed on Will's chest, "Alright but we'll just head to your place tomorrow" without warning Will pushed into Y/n earning a low whimper. "relax I'm gonna take care of you" Will said groaning moving his hips, just making Y/n scream out his name. "F-Fuck Will, I'm so close" Y/n whimpered close to her climax, while Will released but his thrusts getting sloppy, after what "felt" like forever Y/n climaxed and released on Will's length earning a small moan from from both lovers. "wow" was all that came out of Will's mouth, he knew they hadn't done it in a long time and finally he was able to be close with Y/n again. it just was until he heard the sounds of a garage door open and a car pulling in, "Shit" was all that came out of both of your mouth's, Will quickly grabbing his and Y/n's clothes and running over to his door tossing them into his room and even taking Y/n and shoving a shirt and shorts on. "We're home, can you guys help with the Grocery's?" the words coming from Will's mom, "we'll be there in a minute!" Y/n rushed upstairs to help while Will quickly cleaning the part of the couch with the evidence of there moment. "maybe you and Will can build this" Will's mom brought out a small Lego set of a R2-D2, "that's cute but we didn't even finish the other set" Y/n giggled seeing Will walk up the steps with the Stanley cup. "Maybe we could take a photo" Will smiled taking out his phone.

Y/n and the Cuylle family had enjoyed the rest of the night taking photo's with the cup,building Lego's and talking, with all jokes, even Will's father bringing up marriage which made Will consider (maybe a future story?)

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First smut, i tried my best and it was my first story, I've never wrote smut but i'll get used to it when i get requests for it, don't be shy i won't care, besides i like writing

#hockey #will cuylle #Fem!reader #new york rangers #smut #will Cuylle smut #new york #ny rangers #nyr #will cuylle x reader

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prettylittlelyres · 1 year ago

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Ladies Don't Write Music - 15th November 2023 - update

I'm on track for NaNoWriMo because I hit 25,000 words for the month today! I'm so pleased. Attempting NaNoWriMo at all this year was a huge gamble because I haven't written over 25,000 words since February 2023, and even then I only managed just over 37k... but I've written 25k in the last two weeks and a day!

I also finished writing Chapter Twelve today, and brought it in at 5,000 words exactly. That's both immensely satisfying, and a point of pride; it's the fastest I've finished a chapter on this manuscript since I started drafting it at the end of July. The full manuscript is now just over 60,000 words long, and I want to do some more writing before I go to bed.

Below the cut: a celebratory excerpt, my NaNoWriMo 25k badge, and the cover I designed at the start of November, because I'm proud of that, too.

I clapped the right tempo, and counted Fräulein Schneider in.

She began, halting here and there, but, in general, playing very well.

“I’m not sure if you need a teacher,” I said, as she came to the end of the first page, “You sight-read just fine, and your sense of rhythm is strong.”

Fräulein Schneider beamed at me. “Thank you!” she said, “But it’s… it’s the pitch that I struggle with. Did I really…” She looked down at her hands. “Did I really play that correctly? I keep thinking I was pressing the wrong keys, but I don’t like to look at my hands when I’m sight-reading, or I lose my place in the music.”

I shook my head. “There was nothing wrong with the notes you played,” I said, “Considering it was your first time with the piece, actually, it was excellent.”

Louisa raised her eyebrows, and looked from me to the sheet music, and then back again. “That’s… That’s a surprise,” she said, “I’ve always thought I was, well… quite bad at the harpsichord. I practise, but the music never makes any more sense than it does when I start learning a piece. My last two teachers gave up on me, but I keep playing anyway because Papa and Mama said it would be a good way to entertain my husband one day.”

“Doesn’t it sound good to you, at least?” I asked, “I mean, do you like the way it sounds, even if it’s a little confusing?”

She smiled. “Yes, very much… but I worry that it doesn’t sound so good to other people. Full of wrong notes… Who would enjoy hearing a piece they recognise mangled out of shape?”

I tapped the page she had just played. “You certainly didn’t mangle this,” I said.

“Oh,” she said, covering her face with her hands, “That’s a relief!” Then her eyes widened as she dropped her hands to her lap. “Goodness me, how embarrassing it would have been if I’d played it badly in front of its composer.”

“Badly, not at all,” I assured her, sitting down next to her at the bench, “A little slowly, perhaps, but…” I played the first few bars as they should have been played. “That’s what it’s meant to sound like. And what you played was close enough. Honestly, Louisa, if you practise for even half an hour every day, I think you’ll have the first page fluent in less than a week. Your hands will learn it, even if your ears don’t.”

I decided a while ago that Johann Schneider's character would be tone-deaf, and would enjoy watching music performed for the movement. He has a younger sister and I thought it would be interesting to explore her having the same difficulties. Johann isn't a musician (yet), but Louisa plays the harpsichord and has a lot of trouble feeling confident in what she's playing because she's never sure she's got the right pitch. Luckily, her proprioception is excellent (as is Johann's, which is why he can dance so well), so she can put her fingers on the right keys without needing to see them. This is what Katharina's trying to help her see here, in this ad-hoc music lesson; she doesn't need to hear what she's playing to be able to play it well.

I'm quite enjoying playing around with parallels between Johann & Louisa Schneider and Katharina & Hans Schmidt. In both pairs of siblings, you have the older, more serious one having trouble meeting people's expectations, in contrast with the younger, more humourous one having very little trouble at all. The pairs also mirror each other in their strengths and weaknesses: Katharina and Hans have audiovisual projective synaesthesia and perfect pitch, so can hear and see the music they're making; Johann and Louisa are literally tone-deaf (Johann completely, Louisa almost completely) and music for them is a much more visual thing than it is for most people. Then there's Katharina, whose coordination is so bad it causes problems, being the opposite of Johann, whose coordination makes him an excellent dancer who then has problems because he finds constant poorly-veiled requests to dance at parties very tiring.

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msclaritea · 11 months ago

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ANYBODY ELSE TIRED OF HOLLYWOOD AND SILICON VALLEY BULLSHIT Beyonce Gets Publicly Humiliated By Disgusting Publicity Stunt Involving John Schneider and Tyler Perry.

John Schneider is a TOOL. He's worked directly in black film with very black writer/producer Perry. So, while he's pulling a fake ass stunt to garner Perry sympathy, THAT CAT released a false statement about immediately going AI using SORA.

IT'S NOT EVEN READY TO SCALE. Perry, The Billionaire, sitting in the middle of anti-union Atlanta is attempting to squeeze more Tax Breaks out of Georgia. The COS and BLM trolls helping run all of these scams also took another opportunity to show videos of Naked Black Men ALL OVER Elon Musk VERY VERY Queer platform.

Reception

Greg Braxton of the Los Angeles Times cited "Pause" as one of the sharpest public criticisms of [Tyler] Perry" and situated it alongside other critiques of Perry's work from African American filmmakers like Spike Lee.

Leonard Pierce of The A.V. Club graded the episode a B+, writing that although the episode felt at times "directionless" it nonetheless featured "a bunch of good laugh lines, a dynamite ending, and an increased role for some characters that have been neglected of late".

Tyler Perry was infuriated by "Pause", contacting Turner Broadcasting executives and threatening to re-evaluate his relationship with the company. When "Pause" aired, Perry had two series broadcast on Turner networks, Tyler Perry's House of Payne and Meet the Browns on TBS. Following an encore airing on June 26, 2010, the episode did not rerun again on Adult Swim until May 29, 2020, as a part of a marathon featuring the previously banned episodes "The Hunger Strike" and "The Uncle Ruckus Reality Show"..."

"Recently, a Twitter user reminded fans of one of the series’ most controversial episodes. “Pause,” the eighth episode in the third season, aired in June 2010 and parodied Tyler Perry and his style of filmmaking.The episode was ultimately pulled from TV and media reports began to circulate that Perry called Turner Broadcasting furious over it, leading to the episode being banned. However, Perry never admitted to doing so.

During the episode, fictional iterations of Perry and his Madea character show up as Winston Jerome and Ma Dukes, respectively. Jerome is depicted as a cultish entertainment mogul who uses religious rhetoric and his film themes to seduce men behind the scenes and hide that he is gay.

Throughout the episode, Jerome is depicted as invoking Jesus and isolating his cast and crew from family and friends to brainwash them to bend to his will.

At one point, Huey and Riley are so concerned about their Granddad, they go on a rescue mission to save him.

Near the end of the episode, Jerome drops his polished accent and flat-out asks Granddad to have sex with him. “Look man, all bulls**t aside, can I please just have some a**?” the fictional version of Perry says.

Granddad replies, “Do you mean to tell me that this whole cross-dressing Christian cult crap is just so you can sleep with men?” To this, Jerome replies, “Uh, pretty much, yeah.”

Written by Boondocks creator Aaron McGruder and Rodney Barnes, the episode was expected to cause tension by insiders, according to a report the Los Angeles Times reprinted.

There was also speculation that Perry fired some of his staff and planned to sue ‘The Boondocks” over the episode, but he shot those reports down as false at the time.

“Just like the Spike Lee situation, I feel that ‘no response’ is the best response. I’m just gonna leave it at that,” Perry said, referring to separate criticism Lee lodged at him about his work.

“But I will tell you this … there is absolutely no truth to the rumor that I’m suing ‘The Boondocks.’ Those are all lies. I’m not suing anybody over that. And I haven’t fired anyone because of that show, either. I don’t know where all that came from,” Perry continued.

A reboot of ‘The Boondocks’ was announced in 2019, a month before the death of actor John Witherspoon, who played Granddad. In 2021, it was announced that Sony Pictures had “pulled the plug” on restarting the show."

The trolls are always bringing up Boondocks and it's supposedly, to go after Tyler Perry for getting the show cancelled but this has all the earmarks of a publicity stunt from The Hollywood Mafia. Practically all of Perry's promo consists of attacks but it's far too sophisticated. Clips of his new projects are always included and ALWAYS the most graphic scenes.

The episode was on the same channel as Perry's show, House of Payne

The Executive Producer was Reginald Hudlin, a close business friend of Perry's

The other producers were Sony Pictures, both directly and through a subsidiary; another company Perry has gone business with and they are firmly in the Mafia

The Creator, Aaron McGruder has done little else but they're still promoting him

The episode, like the rest of the show has promotional cultural references, such as mentioning Trump supporter, Ice Cube and a cult that sounds an awful lot like Scientology

"..Robert eventually passes the audition and meets Winston himself, who is revealed to be a devout, closeted evangelical Christian who claims Jesus Christ himself personally inspired him to write. Winston offers him the part of Ma Dukes' love interest and invites him to his compound and inner circle, on condition that he accept Jesus as his savior and renounce Ice Cube and all of his works. At the compound, Winston makes a grand entrance a la Rocky Horror Picture Show, descending on a golden elevator while singing "It's All Right to Cross-Dress for Christ"; from there, Robert quickly realizes Winston leads a cult-like organization, forbidding the compound residents from contacting their family..."

It was a publicity stunt and likely gave Tyler Perry a smooth out at TBS.

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psychewritesbs · 10 months ago

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The full essay:

On Existential Freedom

In the face of a world devoid of meaning, existential freedom is one’s ability to embrace one’s power of choice. We can choose to find beauty in a pile of trash or give away our responsibility and agency over our own experience of life, and let the world decide for us how we should perceive anything at all. We can be free to do as we please, even if it means infringing upon the liberties of others, and we can be free to think and make meaning of the world as best serves our sense of self. In that way, freedom is about becoming aware of one’s unconscious limitations and reactions and making a self-serving choice in the present moment. I really appreciated that Kress & Seligman (2021) made it a point to mention that existential freedom carries with it a certain degree of dread and/or empowerment in the realization that one has the power to choose the meaning of life instead of waiting for someone to come hand it down to them. I believe this to be an important distinction for creating a life that one is satisfied with.

My own experience with existential freedom is a matter of moment-to-moment awareness. Do I begrudgingly wash the dishes, or can I exercise my freedom to choose how I react and interact with the present moment and the task at hand? Do I become a victim of circumstance and curse the fates, or can I ask myself how this particular experience, in this particular moment can serve my growth as a person? This is, of course, easier said than done, for awareness is a 24/7/365 job when the human brain is wired to conserve energy. In the past, before becoming aware of this maxim, I had no idea that I had a choice, that there was a choice asking to be made, or that there was even a question that needed to be asked.

As Jung says, however, “who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakens”. Becoming acquainted with my existential freedom has allowed me to take back the contents of the projections I cast upon “reality” to make meaning of the world, and to reflect on whether these are beliefs and thoughts that are in service of the person I am in the process of becoming. Existential freedom presented me with the empowering choice to decide what meaning I would assign to every moment of awareness in my experience. I think that being able to see this for myself, allows me to help others awaken to their existential freedom, or in Sukuna’s case, to help him find the limits of his freedom, which would result in an expansion of his sense of self.

Ryomen Sukuna is a 1000-year-old sorcerer who has taken the idea of existential freedom very literally, thus resulting in imposing his sense of self upon those he deems as weaker. He likes to eat people, literally and metaphorically, and can be considered a hedonist. Sukuna claims to have lived a life devoid of higher ideals and finds “love” to be worthless but romanticizes the thrill of finding an equal. He rejects versions of reality that don't align with his sense of self, but fails to realize his sense of self is limited by his definition of the world. He has been challenged to grow but continues to assert his will and in doing so only reinforces his confirmation bias about how he sees the world. According to Schneider and Krug (2009), one way to deal with an individual like Sukuna, is by exploring the limits of freedom. Sukuna is one-sided in his approach to meaning-making and fails to consider others, thus the limits of his freedom would involve acknowledging the value of the existence of others, even if it limits how he operates in the world. Easier said than done, but a way to help him reconcile the limits of his freedom might involve helping him sit with feelings of discomfort that might come from having his freedom challenged, and feelings of “enchantment” he experiences when he finds someone who might be able to challenge his perception of the world. Since he is Japanese, despite his predominantly individualistic worldview and mindset, it is important to help Sukuna by assessing his values (Kress & Seligman, 2021).

The re-read is always rough. I shouldn't have submitted the first draft 🥴.

My essay for class. Applying an existential lens to Sukuna. Don’t mind the leaps in logic. I had to take them to make the theory fit Sukuna’s character. Enjoy if you read. Share thoughts if you have them.

He rejects versions of reality that don't align with his sense of self, but fails to realize his sense of self is limited by his definition of the world. He has been challenged to grow but continues to assert his will and in doing so only reinforces his confirmation bias about how he sees the world. According to Schneider and Krug (2009), one way to deal with an individual like Sukuna, is by exploring the limits of freedom. Sukuna is one-sided in his approach to meaning-making and fails to consider others, thus the limits of his freedom would involve acknowledging the value of the existence of others, even if it limits how he operates in the world. Easier said than done, but a way to help him reconcile the limits of his freedom might involve helping him sit with feelings of discomfort that might come from having his freedom challenged, and feelings of “enchantment” he experiences when he finds someone who might be able to challenge his perception of the world. Since he is Japanese, despite his predominantly individualistic worldview and mindset, it is important to help Sukuna by assessing his values (Kress & Seligman, 2021).

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wonderlandleighleigh · 2 years ago

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ok that ending of the gg ficlet is cruel, just plain cruel. the insatiable monster in me is begging you for more of this timeline. but only if you want to of course. could be from Midge/Lenny pov maybe?

I mean, we're taking our time to get there, but here's a second part.

Emily demands her party, and so Rory lets her have it, helping to choose the invitations and the cake, and the chocolate gift boxes.

“Are there friends you’d like to invite?” Emily asks her granddaughter.

“Lane, for sure, and Paris,” Rory tells her. “And Jess is in town for a little while, and things have been friendly. I’d like him to come. And Midge and Lenny, and Sookie and Jackson, and Miss Patty, and Babbette and Morey-”

“Rory, we cannot invite your entire town,” Emily agonizes.

Rory frowns. “That’s not the entire town. Just our close friends. Please, Grandma? If I’m going to celebrate, I’d really like for them all to be here.”

Emily sighs and caves. “Oh…alright. But you tell Mr. Schneider that he has to behave properly.”

“Define properly,” Rory quips quickly. “He’s going to ask.”

“No nudity. A profanity to a minimum. A barest amount of ‘eat the rich’ jokes he can manage.”

“I’ll let him know,” Rory grins.

*****

Lenny sighs heavily over his cup of coffee at the diner. “Oh, alright. I will make one, and only one, eat the rich joke,” he promises. “And I will refrain from dropping trou. But I make no promises on my swear words. They’re mine. I have a very deep and loving relationship with them.”

Midge pouts. “I didn’t get a warning?”

“Apparently because you’re from the Upper West Side, you have better manners,” Lorelai jokes. “Lenny’s from Long Island, he’s unpredictable.”

“I got drunk and flashed my tits at an entire coffeehouse full of strangers!” Midge laments. “What does a girl have to do to get notorious?!”

“Don’t say tits,” Jess agonizes.

“Tits,” Midge responds automatically.

“Stop saying tits,” Luke orders.

“TITS!” Midge shouts, startling some of the other diner patrons.

“She’s only gonna get louder the more you complain,” Rory grins, looking at Jess. “I know it’s a lot to ask because it’s my grandparents’ house, but…I’d really love for you to come to this party. Maybe you could…I don’t know. Be my date or something.” She pauses. “My friend date.”

Jess shrugs. “I don’t own a suit.”

“Oh, I can fix that,” Midge grins.

Rory grins at Jess sheepishly. “Please?”

He takes a breath and nods. “Okay. Yeah. Friend date. Sure.”

Rory beams and turns back to her breakfast. Her mother gives her a curious look, and Rory shrugs.

*****

“So Jess, huh?” Lorelai asks as they walk into the house after breakfast. “You and Jess.”

“Friend date.”

“Rory…”

Rory huffs out a breath and turns to her mother. “Do you ever just - miss someone? Despite all the crazy, bad things that happened with them. Have you ever just…missed their company?”

Lorelai nods. “I have. I know that feeling. I’m just worried…he was such a mess…”

“Well, he’s cleaned things up,” Rory shrugs. “Wrote a book. Steady job at a small press. He and Luke are in a good place. I just- miss my friend.”

“And maybe a little more?” Lorelai asks sympathetically.

“Even if I did, the breakup with Logan was too recent,” Rory tells her with an awkward shrug. “But maybe someday. Maybe someday we’ll both be in the same place in our lives. But for now…friends.”

Lorelai nods. “Okay. Friends. Jess is your friend date.”

*****

“She could have taken Lane as her friend date,” Lorelai complains after Rory goes back to school. She’s sitting at Midge’s kitchen table as the older woman makes dinner. “Or…Paris. Anybody.”

Midge smiles at Lorelai understandingly. “They’ve always had a connection. You’re just gonna have to leave it alone.”

“I know. And I promised Luke I’d be nice to Jess, so I will. I just - he hurt her before.”

“So did Dean,” Midge shrugs. “And Logan was an idiot. Out of all of the shitty boys she’s been with Jess is the one whose reasons were at least understandable…a byproduct of some really scary life things going on. He never meant to hurt Rory. He was a scared, confused, lonely little kid.”

Lorelai stays quiet. “I’m being too hard on him. I was too hard on him before.”

Midge shrugs. “He’s not that scared, confused, lonely kid anymore. Now, he’s Rory’s friend who wrote a book and has a steady job and an apartment in Pittsburgh, who’s here visiting family, and is going to go to Rory’s birthday party and probably provide color commentary. Maybe get her a nice gift. Eat a little cake.”

Lorelai grins a little. “You’re right. He’s grown. He’s worked on things. I shouldn’t worry so much. Luke trusts him, so should I.”

“Exactly. Your boyfriend’s a paranoid mess. If he trusts someone, I think it’s going to be okay.”

Lorelai laughs.

*****

A successful shopping trip is held at the mall, where everyone picks out new outfits for the party, and Lenny somehow talks his way into paying for everyone’s purchases. Even Luke’s, though Lorelai insists on paying for everyone’s food court meal afterwards.

“Why are food court fries so good?” Lane ponders as she eats them.

“Because you couldn’t eat them at your mom’s house,” Jess reminds her.

“Oh…yeah, you’re right.”

“So, Luke and I are driving up,” Lorelai strategizes.

“And I’m driving myself and Jess and Lane,” Rory says.

“Lenny and I are driving separately,” Midge adds. “And Babbette and Morey are taking Miss Patty. And Sookie and Jackson are going separately so they can relieve the babysitter early.”

“Do not forget to check your trunks for Kirk,” Luke reminds them all. “He’s been threatening to stowaway.”

“That kid is a nut,” Lenny comments. “I appreciate him so fucking much.”

Everyone at the table laughs, and keeps eating.

*****

Rory beams at Jess, gently adjusting his tie. “Not bad, Mariano.”

“You’re no slouch yourself, Gilmore,” he responds, grinning. “You ready for all of this?”

“Not at all,” Rory admits as they sit out on Lorelai’s front porch, waiting for everyone else. “My grandmother’s parties are intense, and now that I’m single again, they’ve probably invited every eligible Yaleman they can get their hands on.”

“They got the auction block set up?” Jess jokes. “Gonna toss you to whoever has the biggest trust fund?”

“I would not be shocked,” Rory says. “They mean well. They want me to be happy. But I think at this point, our definitions of happiness are really different.”

“What does that look like for you these days?” Jess asks curiously.

She shrugs. “Doing well in my last couple of years in school…landing a first post-graduation job at a good paper or news outlet. Spending time with family…eventually finding my person.”

“Sounds nice,” Jess tells her sincerely.

“What about you?” Rory asks, tilting her head at him. “I know it was hard for you to picture happiness when we were together…”

Jess takes a breath, thinking that over. “I think - I think I’m in a good place. The book is done and doing okay. I really like my job. I’ve fixed things with Luke, and things with my mom are…they’re what they are, you know? They’ll never be great, but they’re okay.”

“I’m really glad,” Rory smiles at him. “I’m so glad you’re doing so well now.”

“Thanks.”

Rory pauses for a moment, before speaking again. “What about-”

“Time to go!” Lorelai cries as she bursts out the door. “Let’s go so we can come back!”

Jess grins at Rory understandingly, and everyone heads out.

*****

The party isn’t exactly as Rory expects. There are certainly all of the people she remembers from the DAR, and her grandfather’s business friends, but there is a distinct lack of Yale boys skulking around, looking for opportunities to win her favor.

All but one.

Rory whips around and looks at her grandmother, shocked. “Grandma. You didn’t.”

“I thought it would give the two of you a chance to talk things over,” Emily tells her helplessly.

Logan walks up to her, looking sheepish. “I want that. I want to talk.”

“I don’t want to,” Rory snaps.

“Rory-”

“I’m here with someone,” Rory tells him. “And we’re going to get a drink.”

“Rory, come on, don’t do this,” Logan pleads. “I jumped the gun, I messed up.”

“And how many girls did you jump into bed with after you jumped the gun?” Rory asks scathingly.

He shuts up.

“Drinks?” Jess offers.

Rory nods, and they walk away.

*****

“Logan,” Lenny greets as he orders a scotch from the bartender later on in the night.

“Mr. Schneider,” Logan responds awkwardly.

“Thinking of going home, maybe?” Lenny asks.

“Not until I get to talk to Rory,” Logan snaps.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“Yeah, well…she’ll want to hear what I have to say.”

“Sure, kid. Whatever.”

Logan huffs. “God - you’re not her family. You’re not her grandfather, why do you care so much about what she does? Her real grandparents want us to get back together, this has nothing to do with you.”

Lenny sips his drink and nods towards the doors out to the back terrace. “Let’s take a walk.”

And they do, quietly stepping outside together, Lenny closing the doors behind them.

“You know, when you become a dad, there’s this thing that happens,” Lenny explains. “There’s a whole other set of instincts that kick into gear. You’d do anything for your kids. Walk on hot coals, get hit by a bus, you just…do. For your family. But the other weird thing that happens, is that it extends to the people you become close with, too. It’s not just your own flesh and blood. It’s the people you care about around you. They become family. Unless your family is as self-obsessed and insular as yours is.”

Logan looks away, a little shame-faced.

“I met Rory in 1986. She was two, and her mother was too young to be a mother,” Lenny goes on. “Midge and I saw this little girl, with her own little girl, struggling to make ends meet. Living in a fucking potting shed, because the very thought of coming back to this awful place was too much for her. So we helped. We babysat. We fed them. We looked after these two little girls who had almost nobody, because it was the right thing to do. We didn’t get anything out of it except the gratitude and friendship of two nice people. When Lorelai saved enough money for a down-payment on a house, I cosigned. When Rory’s father would blow through town and make a fucking mess of things, Midge and I helped Lorelai pick up the pieces. I love those girls like they are my own children. So yes, I care. And Midge cares. We care what happens to them. Where their lives go. If they’re safe and happy. That’s what parents and grandparents do. And you, young man, are on my permanent shitlist for the way you’ve treated Rory through all of this. Breaking up with her for bullshit reasons, treating her poorly. Unacceptable. Now get out of my sight, looking at you is fucking exhausting.”

Logan glowers at him, and walks away, while Lenny heads back inside.

*****

Rory does what she can to make the best of a stressful situation. Her grandmother made her a signature pink drink, and watching Jess take a sip of the pink, glittery concoction is almost worth the price of admission.

“Wow, that’s terrible,” Jess laughs, making Rory laugh too.

He hands it off to Lane, who has no problem finishing it off and goes for another.

Rory herself nurses a martini (gin, up with olives, just like Midge, who is also sticking close by), and chats with people around the party, doing her best to be polite and pleasant. This is her party, after all. Or her grandmother’s party that she threw for her. Again.

Seeing the likes of Morey and Babette and Miss Patty milling about is surreal, but good. Fun. Her mother tells of their Vegas trip, loudly, and Rory’s grandmother looks mostly mortified by their adventures.

Rory can’t help a smile, and then turns to Jess. “Air?”

He nods, gesturing for her to lead the way.

They step out onto the seemingly empty terrace and Rory settles into a chair, while Jess takes the one next to her.

“I was thinking a lot about the things Logan said to me when we broke up,” Rory tells him. “About how Midge and Lenny are these…connections that I kept secret from him.”

Jess wrinkles his nose in annoyed confusion.

“Right?” Rory scoffs, before sighing. “I was kind of…thinking about what he said. Reevaluating that relationship.”

“What for?” Jess asks.

“Because I was worried he was right,” Rory admits. “But…I keep coming back to this memory I have. I was four, and we were still living at the Independence. And it was the first time my dad came to visit us. Mom had to work, so she…left me with him. It was strange. He didn’t really seem to know what to do with me. I was too little to do a lot of stuff, and he just…floundered. And then he left me sitting on a bench in the park.”

Jess looks surprised. “He just left? Like…left left?”

Rory nods. “He did. He said ‘daddy’s gotta go, sweetie,’ and he…got up and he left me there. He didn’t even take me back to the Inn, because he didn’t want to face my mom. He was so freaked out. He was my age. Literally, I turned twenty-one last week, and he was twenty-one when it happened, and I cannot imagine being a parent.”

“So what happened?” Jess asks.

“I sat there for forty-five minutes, and I realized that I was just by myself,” Rory tells him. “And I was so sad. I wasn’t even scared. Not really. I was just heartbroken that my dad had left me all alone. And I remember thinking that nothing would ever be okay, ever again, because I was four, and sad.” She shrugs and grins a little. “And Lenny walked up, and he scooped me up off the bench, and he dried my tears and he said ‘there, there, darling, you’re not alone.’ And he took me back to the Inn, and we sat in the dining room and ate soup, and sandwiches, and he talked to Mom for a few minutes, and then he took me back to their house, and we watched the Price is Right, and I remember falling asleep, and when I woke up, he had wrapped a big, soft blanket around me, and I could hear Midge puttering around, making dinner for us in the kitchen, and I knew things would be okay then.”

Jess nods, gazing at her. “I always kind of wondered if things would have been different for me if Midge and Lenny were around when I was little. To help pick up Liz’s slack. But I’m grateful to have them now, and back when I was so fucked up, you know? It meant a lot to have them around when I needed them. And it doesn’t matter what kinda money they have, or fame or whatever the hell, you know? They were there for me. Are here for me.”

“Exactly,” Rory agrees. She smiles at him fondly. “I’m really glad we’re talking again.”

Jess grins back. “Me, too.” He pauses for a moment. “So…I kind of…got you a birthday gift.”

Rory smiles, delighted. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He shrugs and pulls a small box from the messenger bag he’s been carrying around all night, handing it over.

Rory grins and rips the plain paper off of it and looks it over curiously. “What is this?” she asks as she pulls out a home-burned CD.

Jess shrugs. “It’s uh…it’s all the songs that I listened to while I was writing the book. I thought you’d appreciate the soundtrack, since you bought a copy…”

Rory beams. “Yes, I would. Thanks.”

He nods, and grins, but it falls. “You uh…you’ve got company.”

She turns and sighs softly as Logan wanders up.

“I’m gonna go find Luke, see if he tried some of your signature drink,” Jess says, making a hasty exit back into the house.

Rory watches him go and sighs softly, looking up at Logan, who slowly takes Jess’s place in the seat next to her.

“How much did you hear?” she asks.

“All of it,” he tells her. He sighs softly. “I think…I think maybe we’re too different. I thought we were so alike. I really did, Rory. I thought…I don’t know what I thought. But…listening to you talk about all of this, I realize that I don’t understand you at all.”

“I’m not actually hard to understand,” Rory points out. “But something tells me you don’t want to try much.”

“I just- I don’t have the experiences you have,” Logan tells her. “Lenny’s right. My family is insular…self-obsessed. I’m not equipped for the kind of family you have. The kind of family you have outside of Richard and Emily. Them, I understand, but your mom and Luke and…and everyone else in your hometown circle, I just…” he shrugs. “I’m at a loss.”

Rory nods slowly. “And you don’t want to try to get it.”

The unspoken part of that sentence - ‘just like you don’t want to try to live without your family’s funds’ - hangs in the air between them.

“Bye, Rory,” Logan says softly, getting to his feet.

Rory sighs softly and nods again. “Bye, Logan.”

She watches him walk away, and sits back, holding Jess's CD to her chest.

#fic #au #tmmm #Gilmore Girls #Rory Gilmore #Lorelai Gilmore #Luke Danes #Jess Mariano #Lane Kim #Midge x Lenny #The Schneiders of Stars Hollow

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Mr and Mrs Liars Chapter 28

Chapter 27 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *MC POV* I feel like I can breathe better, although my chest still hurts from breathing in so much smoke. Phil, Jessy, Dan and Cleo join me in the room. From what I know, Jake's old team called Phil and he told the group so I wouldn't feel alone. He left me with them while he went to talk to the doctor about my situation. Luckily I had no serious injuries, I just needed to recover and clear the air from my lungs. “You're going to beat my hospital record.” Dan laughs, trying to cheer me up. "Don't make me laugh, my chest still hurts." I avoid laughing, but little laughs escape me. “Ugh… I have a headache from all the stress…” "Do you want me to call the doctor to see if he can give you something?" Cleo asks me, worried. "No, I'm fine." I keep my head from bobbing around the tubes too much when I look at Jessy. "Do you know how Jake and Charlotte are doing?" "From what I know, the police were watching Charlotte's room, as was Mr. Schneider," she replies a little sadly “she's still in a coma and Jake…" "Jake what, Jessy? Please tell me he's okay!" I start to get nervous at the thought that he died, I don't know how serious the shot he received was. "Luckily the gunshot wound wasn't serious, so he only has stitches" Jessy gives me a small, friendly smile ", he's also on oxygen, but he'll recover. Right now he was with his family and with Thomas. " "Thank God…" I put a hand to my head, trying to relax. I'm relieved he’s not alone. So his family… That means his father is in the hospital. I'm sure he has a lot of questions about what happened. "I never should have brought him into this... " “He decided to jump in, boo” Dan carefully pats my shoulder “and let's face it, that guy's got some shit on for a cop. "A cop who's a criminal." Cleo corrects him. "And with years of experience, he could have killed him." "Luckily it didn't," Jessy sighs. "I still can't believe that all of this happened to Aleena… It's so sad…" "But don't forget that she was going to kill MC." Dan crosses his arms, annoyed. "One thing is her to take down on those two cops, but MC didn't do anything to deserve it." "Yes, that's right." Jessy looks at me sympathetically. "I'm sorry MC, I guess, I can't help but think that those two men did terrible things to her, I still don't know why to take revenge on your father through you." "Because it's not okay," I answered, being a bit harsh, "I can understand that, but I was never a threat to her." "Well, the police will take care of her anyway." Cleo sits down on the couch, and the rest of her follow suit. Looks like they're going to stay a while longer to keep me company. That relieves me, I don't feel like being alone. "She will surely accept all the blame, the problem is Manfred, he will want to deny everything saying that it is manipulation." "But Jake isn't going to let him," I squeeze the covers tightly "he has all the evidence and I can finally talk about everything we investigated. We won't let anyone get away with it." At least I’m thankful that this is over. I can forget about this case forever. <<We did it dad, I hope you feel proud of me. >> My phone rings and Jessy hands it to me. I'm surprised to see the name.I take a breath, a little nervous. He must have found out on the news. I must have worried him, perhaps. "Long time no talk to you." I answer the call with a small smile, a little awkward. *Jake POV* I woken up in the hospital room, with Hannah, Thomas, Nathan, and his wife. Never before have I seen so many people occupying the same space for me, to know if I'm okay. "And MC?" It's the first thing I ask when I wake up, worried about her. "Where is she? Is she okay?" I get up so fast I get dizzy. "Calm down, Jake," Nathan stops me, careful not to hurt me "your friend is fine, you've done a great job helping her, I'm proud of you." A strange feeling runs through my body hearing those words. I want to hide my happiness that this man, who is my father, is proud of me. But I smile hearing that MC is fine. I can't help but do it. I dropped my head back on the pillow, relieved. “So…” Thomas begins to speak, “you've confronted a policeman.” “Old ways never go away.” I commented, forgetting that Hannah and Lilly's parents are in the room. " 'The old ways'?" Mrs. Donfort asks curiously. I don't blame her. “Mom, Dad, we'll tell you about it another time,” Hannah says, brushing my hair back lovingly, like a mother “we better let him rest for now.” The door opens and Lilly walks in, her eyes worried. “There's a woman here asking about Jake,” she says nervously. ”Oh, he's already awake.” "A woman?" I ask curiously. "Are you ever going to be still, Jake?" Mathilde walks into the room, arms folded. She has invited herself in, furious footsteps. I don't think a scolding from my boss now is the best time. "And you are?" Mr. Donfort looks at her somewhat confused. “I'm this man's boss,” she waves at me furiously, “and you could say a mother figure.” "Don't make me laugh," I replied, with a laugh. What I had to hear as soon as I woke up from almost suffocating to death. Mathilde surprises me by hugging me. I don't think she's ever hugged someone so hard before. She quickly pulls away, pulling herself together. "Good," she coughs as she straightens her jacket and hair. "First of all, what you have been doing has been without permission, you cannot carry out investigations illegally." "But I'd do it again for her." I replied, giving her a hard look. "I know, and that's what bothers me the most." They all look at Mathilde, quite concerned.Well, my job at the CIA is over, they will surely hand me over to the police or worse: to the FBI. I'm sure they're rubbing their hands that I finally let them stop me. “And second of all,” she sighs heavily, though pride is evident in her voice “I've assigned you to a research investigations. It's better than security. " "What?" confused blink, I am sure the oxygen tank isn't working right? "What you have done has been illegal, yes" she joins her hands placing them in front of her, she looks like a teacher scolding a student now ", but, you have managed to catch an abusive policeman and a murderous politician thanks to your investigations, I would be stupid if I didn't give you a position in which you collaborate with our best agents." Everyone starts congratulating me. I don't feel honored in this position, it's all been thanks to MC, she's the one who deserves all the credit, I've only helped her. "I don't think that-" "Jake Miller," Mathilde cuts me off "if you're going to name that girl, please leave it." I'm surprised that she guessed what I was thinking. "I know you well. But she doesn't work with us, I can't give her that position. " "Yes, I can't deny that..." "So…" she looks at everyone present and offers her hand "Have a nice day everyone." “Yeah, sure,” Nathan is the first to accept her hand “and thank you so much for taking care of my son all these years." Mathilde looks at me and smiles. “He may be a little rebellious about doing things his way,” she says with a sigh “but he's always done it for the good of the people." Mathilde's words make me feel important. I can't wait to tell MC about it. I can’t wait to see her. When I am finally alone, I ask someone from nursing if I can get up to go see MC. After checking my vital signs, they decide that I can get up without any problem, but that I should come back as soon as possible if I feel dizzy, since I could still be affected by the smoke. I arrive at MC's door just at the same time as Phil. His look says it all, it's like the first meeting. "Hey..." he nods in greeting "how are you?" "Better," I answer and looked at the door "I was going to talk to MC-" "No," I look at him when I hear that not so fast "I'm not going to let you see her." "I think you shouldn't decide for her, don't you?" He chuckles, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Look, I don't want to fight with you right now," he answers, while he crosses his arms. "MC wouldn't be like this if you hadn't brought her into this." "I just helped her." "Yes, and look where she is now," he points to the room, furious, "whenever it's about you, she ends up in a dangerous situation: accusation of kidnapping, threats, that your own persecutors try to hack her, that a kidnapper wanted to lure her to possible death. Ever since you brought her into your life, she's had nothing but problems." "Well, it's thanks to me that you've met her." I assert myself, clenching my fists tightly. "And I appreciate it, but look at the one your crazy girlfriend has messed up." He places a finger on my chest, beginning to pinching me. "I want you to get away from her, to stop putting her in danger, because then, I don't think I'll be able to control myself and it might be more than a punch that I throws at you. " "Are you threatening me?" "It's not a threat, it's a warning." He places his hand on the doorknob, his eyes glare at me. "I don't want the next time she's with you to be killed for real." He enters the room and I stay in the corridor thinking about his words. Maybe... Maybe he's right and I'm the cause of him always being in danger. Maybe it's because I'm used to living that way. She does not. MC is not someone who should be put into these risks, I should have been more careful with her so that nothing bad happened to her. I was hoping to get back together with her, but if something dangerous is always going to happen every time we're together, then I'll take this bad luck away from her. She deserves to have a normal life. *MC POV* Every time I look in the mirror, I remember all the things that have happened. This past month has been such a roller coaster of emotions that I absolutely can't shake myself off. I no longer feel that my home is my home. It's like I feel empty.Phil takes good care of me, I can't deny that, he cares about me after I get out of the hospital much more than when I got shot. The situation this time worried him more than before and I cannot deny that. I've been trying to contact Jake, but he's not responding to my messages. I send him the last message and what I see on the screen surprises me. He has blocked me, why has he done it? What has happened? I thought that we were fine after what happened in that building, that we had to talk. I can't hear my friends conversation, I'm just lost in my thoughts. I miss Jake and haven't told Phil the truth yet, because I wanted to make sure Jake and I could talk about it together first. "MC?" Hearing Hannah's voice, I wake up from my thoughts "are you okay? " "Yes, I'm fine" I smile, trying to calm the atmosphere ", sorry, with everything that's happened I'm a little distracted. " "Are you sure that's it?" Thomas asks me now "I don't know, we've all noticed that you're not well." "If you need to talk about it, you know you can." Cleo tells me now, putting a hand on my shoulder. "We're with you if you need it." Lilly smiles at me, taking my hands. It's still amazing how she's changed everything between us, she's truly like a little sister to me. The one who is quiet is Jessy, who seems to be in the same state as me. She seems to want to say something, though she shuts up. I wish she did, I'm sure she knows something. I've seen this attitude before. "Thank you all, but I'm fine," I answered, taking a sip of my coffee "I just have to go back to my normal life after being interrogated day and night." I give them a tired sigh. I haven't even been able to work because of that, but more than one already wants to interview me to get information. On the way home, I get a call from Dan. "Yes, Jack Daniels?" I greeted him with a smile. A pity he couldn't come with us because of work. "Hey little detective," he greets me affectionately "I hope you're not busy, but talking to Jessy on the phone now, she wants the three of us to meet up." "The three of us? Something has happened?" "You want the bad news over the phone?" "To be honest, no, that never works out." I hear Dan's laugh. Surely he has remembered the past. "Then we'll meet at Jessy's house and… Don't be mad at her, it's my fault too." "Are you going to tell me that you two are dating?" "I wish," he makes an exaggerated snort. "See you there. Bye." "See you later, Dan." I don't know why, but it gives me a very strange feeling... Jessy's house was always a cozy house. I had slept a few nights there before I started dating Phil, it was so much better than staying in a motel with so many memories. Jessy and Dan are sitting across from me. I'm just trying to figure out what they're hiding by looking at them. I quit right away because I'm too tired to do it, I deserve a break. "Well, what's going on?" I ask with a laugh "Are you sure it's not that you've started dating?" Jessy and Dan look at each other, but from their looks it seems something more serious. “It's about a conversation we overheard at the hospital, when we went to get coffee,” Dan begins, as if not to make it more difficult for Jessy "It's about Jake and Phil." When I hear Jake's name, my alarm goes off. I worry that they have quarreled again. "When we got back, we eavesdropped on the conversation," Jessy answers, with a sad voice, "I know it's wrong, but..." “It's okay, Jessy,” I reply, my voice calm “you can tell me." Jessy takes a breath, and tries to calm down. “We heard Phil tell him to stay away from you." "What?" “Apparently our bar owner thinks everything that happened is Jake's fault,” Dan continues. "He has forbidden him to see you, which implies that they are not friends at all. Zero contact. Negative." "Yes, Dan, she's got it perfectly." Jessy looks at him somewhat annoyed with her words, but he doesn't offend me. "I didn't think Phil would be one of those, I mean, he's not jealous, we've all seen that, but he even threatened to beat him up. " “Not in those exact words, but almost.” Dan corrects. "MC, these days you've been very strange and... Now I understand" my friend looks at me almost about to cry. The one who should cry is me, not her "I'm sorry I pushed you so much with Phil and your wedding, when in reality I've seen that you're not the same if you're not with Jake. I miss my happy friend, the one who always smiled because she knew she was complete with him." "Oh Jessy…" I start to cry and hug her. Her words encourage me a lot. She was always saying that when I married Phil, we'd be like sisters, but actually I don't have to marry her brother to be sister. "I love you so much sister," I say with a smile "thank you so much for telling me." "Oh, what the hell?" Dan says before giving us a big hug. We laugh at the situation and we both give Dan a kiss on the cheeks. Our great protector. When we part ways, I manage to calm down a bit. "Time to talk to Phil," I replied, looking at my ring. "I can't keep fooling myself like this." "You can stay here to sleep later," Jessy proposes "at least while you move, I doubt you'll stay living in that house." “And if you need help with the boxes, let me know.” Dan makes a forceful gesture and I laugh. "Sure, thanks guys." I say goodbye to both of them and leave the house, straight to Bar Aurora. It's time to end this. When I walk in, I find Phil clearing the tables. Seeing me, he smiles. "Hello Princess." he puts down the cloth and approaches me to kiss me. I turn my face away and see how he is surprised. I look at him quite annoyed. "What happen? Is everything alright? I swallow, trying to control myself. I don't want to have to yell at him. "Did you tell Jake to stay away from me?" "Come on MC, what are you asking-" "Did you tell him or not?" Phil lets out a big sigh, putting his arms on his hips.He doesn't dare look at me because he knows I would guess. "You had no right to tell him that." "Because of him you are always suffering" he counterattacks me "Look what has happened to you! Whenever he's around, bad things happen to you." "My God, is that your excuse?" I reproach him, trying to make him look at me "Is Jake a guy who can put me in danger?" "It's been like that since he came into your life." "And what if that's it?!" I can't control myself, I need to scream "You can't decide for us if we see each other or not! You know perfectly well that you have no right to do so!" "I have the right to do it because I'm your fiance!" I stare at him, surprised. It was like feeling in a little box at that moment. And I wasn't going to let that happen. "MC, I'm sorry." He grabs my hands realizing his mistake, but I push them away. "I did not mean that." "But you said it." I bite the inside of my cheek, controlling myself. "You have never been jealous with anyone. Never." I shake my head, confused. "Jake arrives and everything seems to be wrong." "Because everything would go wrong with him." He places his hands on my cheeks, caressing them. "MC, you have already seen that with me you can have a normal life, friends, family… You would be safe, you wouldn’t have to be in danger all the time." I keep looking at him. Yes, it is true that several things happen around Jake, it is always like that... "I know..." I answer with a little sadness "You're right... With Jake things are always difficult..." I look down, somewhat disappointed. "Then let's not fight, okay?" He smiles sweetly at me, making me look at his face. "What do you say we have dinner at the Black Swan to fix it?" We deserve a good time alone." I look at his eyes and then at the ring. I start thinking about his words. This is the moment of decision. And I already have it very clear. *Jake POV* It had been a stressful month. I had to declare everything that had happened, along with the support of Mathilde and Malcolm, doing everything possible to avoid being arrested for getting into a computer belonging to a police chief who, no matter how much he committed a crime, I too had committed another: I did not have judicial permission to do so. Luckily, my new position had saved me and Mathilde had lied to say that it was something ordered by the CIA. I already owe too much to that woman. I haven't been to Duskwood for a month either, letting my family come into town to see me. They found out about everything and well… At first it was a bit tense, but when they found out that I was the one who put all those criminals in jail, the tension lessened a bit. Although I have promised not to do it illegally again this time. I have also decided to lose all contact with MC. And this time forever. I watch the sunset on the roof. I can't be on that apartment so quiet. It's too much for just one. At first I thought it would be perfect for MC and me. Now I just want to move from here to a smaller one. That way I wouldn't lose Gizmo everywhere.I take MC's mother's wedding ring out of my pants pocket. I was never able to gove it back. I'll have to give it to my sisters so they can give her back too. I hear Gizmo meow desperately. I have brought him up with me so that he can get some fresh air. "What's up boy?" I ask, turning to him. When I turn around, I see MC in front of me. She raises a hand in greeting, shyly. "I think I'm the cause," she answers, with a small voice. "Hello." I pocket the ring, nervous. "Hello," I replied, scratching the back of my neck. "A lot of time has passed…" "Yeah..." She doesn't come closer, she keeps her distance. This is getting a bit awkward. "I had gone to your apartment, but you didn't answer," she says, pointing to the door to the roof. "So I figured you'd be here." "I could have gone." "Yes, I know." She gets a little closer.I look at her from top to bottom. It seems different.That's when I see that she doesn't have the engagement ring. "Everything okay with Phil?" I ask curious. "You mean the ring?" She asks me now, looking at her hand "He… We've broke up… Well, I've broke up with him." "And what are you doing here?" "I was going to go to Lian's and her husband's house so they would let me live with them for a while until I found an apartment." "Aren't you staying in Duskwood?" "No, I think I'll avoid it for a while." She comes up next to me, leaning against the ledge. "Too much tension." "I see." We stayed in silence looking at the city. The lights begin to set and the sky to darken. I dedicate myself to observe her side face. Her smile doesn't fade. I reached into my pocket, pulling out her mother's ring. I look at it for a few seconds before handing it to her. "Here," MC looks at me and then at the ring, picking it up carefully. "I picked it up when we went to the warehouse.” "Thank you," she looks at it, turning it over, and puts it on, looking at her hand to see how it fits her "you know? Canceling a wedding costs the same as making one.” She lets out a long breath, ending up resting her head on my shoulder. "My advice is never get married." "Or maybe not getting to marry the wrong person. Oh!" She pinches my arm and I laugh at her. "You know I'm right.” "Maybe yes…" Finally the silence stops being uncomfortable. The heat that MC emanates begins to cover my entire body. It's nice to have her here with me. I didn't expect to see her again. "Why don't you spend the night here?" I suggest and she looks at me "You still have your room and… I haven't moved the clothes from the closet, tomorrow you can go to your friend's house." "Yeah, okay, I can stay tonight." "Great..." <<Come on Jake… Tell her. >> "MC-" "Jake-" We remain silent, looking at each other.I took the hand where the ring was and traced the route with my finger. It fits her perfectly, almost like it was made for her too. "I don't just want you to stay tonight," I finally dare to say it, looking into her eyes. The city lights are reflected in them "I want you to stay forever." "Jake-" "MC, I love you" I caress her cheek and she leans on my hand, tilting her head, smiling "and the thought that I could lose you that night made my life stop. I don't want to know what life is like without you, it's not in my plans." "And what are your plans?" "Continue where we left off." "Mmm... No." I look at her surprised at my refusal and she laughs. "We don't have to continue something that was never left." "I think that it was left and a lot." "No-" "You were going to get married" "Well, it's a little pause-" "A big one-" "Just kiss me." I accept her request and kiss her. MC puts her arms around my neck, trying to catch up with me. Her lips fit perfectly with mine, as if they had always been mine. I move my hand up her back until I place it behind her neck, deeper into her kiss. I missed kissing her. I had been wanting to do it since we met again. It's slow, causing me to start to get hot. As we pull apart, I hear her let out a moan. In her eyes I could see that she still wanted more. I missed that look of hers. She is perfect. “I love you Jake,” she says, between each breath. ”I have always loved you.” "I know." she lets out a laugh and buries her face in my body "Shall we go inside?" “Sure.” I take her hand and signal to Gizmo to leave. He follows us starting to meow. "Know what Jake?" I notice her playful voice, happy. ”What's the matter?” "I don't think I'm going to need my room tonight...” "I don't think so either." That night was the longest night of our lives. It was the night that we made up for all the lost time and in which I recovered the reason why I believed in being happy again. We became one again. Epilogue

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Title: Who could my Santa be? Pairing: Paul Landers / Richard Z. Kruspe / Christoph Schneider Presentee: Revovovo Prompt: Secret Santa Warnings/Tags: misunderstandings | hurt / angst | polyamorous relationship Word Count: 2.601 Summary: When the whole band agrees to do a secret Santa, Richard is happy that he drew Christoph as his presentee. But then Paul wants to switch their papers and Richard discovers who Paul didn’t want as his giftee. Richard. Read on AO3: here

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“Really you wanna do a secret santa?” Flake asks and Richard chuckles at that. He’s not really happy about the idea either, but how bad could it be? If it would make Paul and Christoph happy (who had the idea) then Richard would do it.

Till looks at him as if he’s worried that Richard had hit his head, when he agreed to it.

“Do you always have to be against everything?” Paul snaps at Flake, who grins back at him.

“That’s why I am in the band right? To tell you when ideas are stupid. So this is me telling you,” Flake says and he leans back into the couch. Paul glares at him for a moment, before Ollie chuckles.

“I like the idea. It could be fun,” Ollie says and Richard nods. They all deserve a bit of stupid and ridiculous fun after the last few months of hard work. Besides this is the last week before Christmas and they’d all leave soon for their own homes.

“See, they all like the idea. So we’re doing it. Chris always has the best ideas,” Paul says, still pouting and Till nods to Richard as if he understands now why Richard had agreed in the first place.

Sometimes Richard hates how obvious his feelings are. At the same time he’s glad that at least Christoph and Paul are too oblivious of them, otherwise he could for sure look for a new band.

Richard sighs.

“Okay so we need to draw names first,” Paul says happily when it’s decided and Flake had just given up to even answer him. Christoph helps his boyfriend and Richard has to look away, when his hands find Paul’s hips.

What would he give up to be touched like this by one of them? By both of them. Richard feels how the emptiness seeps back into his heart. He shouldn’t think about stuff like that.

When they come back Paul is holding a little bowl with some papers in it. He sits down next to Richard now, touching him way too much. Richard gasps when Paul’s hand finds his thigh for a second.

Holy shit. Christoph sits down opposite them and Richard can’t even look him in the eyes, even though of course nothing is happening. Just his thoughts running wild again.

“There we go,” Christoph says and he takes the bowl away from Paul, before everyone takes one of the papers out of it. Richard is the last one to pick a name and he glances quickly down at it.

Chris.

Paul’s handwriting.

Richard swallows. He already has a million ideas about what he could give him. He already made him a rather adorable present for his birthday and -

“Reesh? Can we talk for a second?” Paul asks and he bites down on his lower lip. He’s clearly nervous and Richard frowns. Had he said something wrong.

“Yeah sure,” Richard agrees and Pal nods towards the door. Flake is already bitching about his piece of paper, while Till is laughing so loudly. Everyone seems pretty much distracted, especially when Ollie tips his mug over on accident and everything spills on Christoph’s jeans.

Paul gets up and Richard follows him.

Outside it’s much quieter.

“I know this is probably eh… cheating but I saw that you drew Chris and I’d really like to switch our papers? Please I have such a great idea for him,” Paul says and his eyes look so big and cute.

He knows how to play Richard every time.

Richard looks at his paper again. There is even a tiny heart over the ‘i’ since Paul had written it. His heart sinks, his mouth tasting like blood. It shouldn’t matter. His feelings can’t matter.

“Oh yeah, no problem. I mean…, he’s your boyfriend,” Richard says, his hand is shaking when he holds his paper out. Paul takes it happily and presses his own paper into Richard’s hands.

“You are just the best friend ever,” Paul says and he hugs Richard as tight as he can. Richard feels frozen, especially when Paul kisses him on the forehead. He feels like his head is swimming.

As fast as it had happened, it’s over again.

Paul takes a step back and then he’s gone back inside. Richard stares at the door for a moment, a small smile on his face. Paul had kissed him. Even softer than he did on stage. Richard would fall asleep to this thought for the next few weeks.

Just then it feels like cold water washes over him.

Paul had called him his friend.

Richard would never be more to him.

He squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath, before he opens the paper in his hands. He’s kinda nervous to see who’s name is written on it now. Richard looks down to it and sighs.

It’s his own name.

Paul didn't even want to give him a gift. That… makes sense.

There is no heart over the ‘i’.

Why would there?

Just a week after this… unpleasant day, Richard finds himself on the damn couch again. He’s not really in the mood for this right now, but it seems like he has no other choice than suffering through this.

“I’m so excited what I’ll get,” Paul says and he’s rubbing his hands. He’s not sitting next to Richard, who picked the furthest place away from him. Which means he’s next to Till and tries to relax.

“Okay since I thought the idea was dumb, I will start,” Flake says and he gets up and takes the golden wrapped gift on the table, that has his name on it. He shakes it very carefully, before he sits back down and opens it.

It’s a book and Flake actually smiles at that.

“Oh wow okay, thank you. I wanted to buy this for months by now,” Flake says and he hastily opens it. Olli smiles at him and they hug for a second.

After that it goes rather fast because Till hastily grabs his present and opens it. Flake had gifted it to him and it’s a nice bottle of whiskey. Richard has to smile when Till immediately gets up for some glasses.

They all clink their glasses and Richard groans at the taste.

Just what he needed.

Oliver opens his one next and shows them his newest sweater, that has something very graphic on it. Richard snorts, when Till proudly announces that he had bought that for him. Ollie is not even embarrassed he just throws it on.

“I got this for you,” Paul says now and he holds a red package up. Chris seems happy about that and presses a short kiss to Paul’s cheek. Richard doesn’t want to look at them but he can’t help it.

It’s a necklace and Paul even helps him to put it on. Christoph seems rather touched and they kiss again. Richard has to admit that the necklace looks very beautiful and it suits Chris perfectly.

Richard touches his own chest for a second.

He wonders what it would feel like to be so special, that someone would give him a necklace too. He’d wear it everyday and he knows how much it would mean to him. Especially because this one looks like drumsticks are hanging from it.

Maybe in another life Paul would’ve made him one with his guitar?

"Okay, next one. I don’t wanna see you kissing all day,” Till says and Christoph chuckles. Richard sighs and looks down at his own lap. There’s a package of cigarettes waiting for him, a brand new one.

“I have something very special for you,” Christoph says and he holds out his gift to Paul. It looks beautifully wrapped, even with a red bow and everything.

Till next to Richard frowns.

“Wait a second, how did you draw each other?” Till asks and Paul looks a bit embarrassed but he’s not saying anything. Richard wouldn’t either.

“Yeah that means…,” Flake says and he looks directly at Richard, who’s suddenly very interested in his fingernails. Damn maybe he should’ve painted them red today? Just like the blood that’s leaving his face.

“Richard?”

“Huh?”

Richard looks up when Oliver calls him. He looks kinda nervous and that is never a good sign. Ollie hates it to show emotions like that so openly.

“What did your piece of paper say?” Till asks, the worry so clear in his voice.

Richard takes a deep breath and then goes for his best fake smile. He could do this. He’d been lying to the press since he’d been twenty-five and he had lied to his friends before as well. Not that he’s proud of either.

“It had my own name,” Richard says and suddenly it’s so quiet in the room. Richard doesn’t dare to look at Paul and Christoph. He doesn’t want to see the pity in Christoph’s eyes and he’s not even sure if wants to know what Paul had been thinking.

“Then why didn’t you switch with one of us?” Flake asks and Richard shrugs. He feels overwhelmed and slowly gets up.

“Nah, it’s okay. I got myself something,” Richard says and he’s trying to smile again. Why does it feel so wobbly and why are his knees so weak? He’s barely holding himself up, this is all so embarrassing.

“What did you get?” Christoph asks and Richard finally turns to the love birdies.

“Cigarettes. A whole new package. Which I will use now. Excuse me,” Richard says and he walks out of the room before someone can stop him.

Outside it’s really cold but it calms him down for a second.

Never had he felt this unloved and while he knows that it’s his own fault, his heart doesn’t seem to understand that. Richard isn’t sure why he still had some hope sometimes left in him, but right now it feels like it’s all gone.

“Being alone can be something good too,” Richard lies to himself, ignoring his own tears.

He’d always been good at both.

“This is my fault,” Paul says quietly when nobody is saying anything. Till looks rather angry and Paul wants to hide behind his boyfriend for a moment. He had fucked this up.

“What do you mean, baby?” Christoph asks and Paul can’t even look him in the eyes.

“I… I switched my paper with his. B-but only because I found the necklace and I wanted to give it to you so badly, I even have a matching one for Richard too!” Paul says and he can’t help but curl more into himself.

“What?” Till asks, his voice is so sharp.

“Paul? Did you even look at the paper before you switched it with him?” Christoph asks and Paul looks down to his shoes.

“No… I was just so excited when I saw that he had your name,” Paul says and Christoph hugs him. Paul hides his face against his shoulder. He feels so bad. They all knew how often Richard had to fight his insecurities.

“Okay good. We need to explain that to him,” Flake says and Paul nods against Christoph’s shoulder. He didn’t want to make Richard feel bad.

“But you said you have a necklace for him too?” Till asks, he sounds a lot more soft now and Paul turns to him.

“Yeah I wanted to give it to him on Christmas, i-if Chris and I would finally have the guts to ask him out,” Paul explains and to his surprise Till starts to smile at that. Even Ollie and Flake seem a lot more happy.

“That’s good. I mean he never said anything, but I can see how he looks at you,” Till admits and Christoph smiles at Paul.

“We really hope that he likes us back, but yes I have seen it too,” Christoph says and Till nods at them. Paul tries to relax.

“Okay I’ll get Richard and you get the necklace!” Till says and Paul nods hastily. He’s out of the door before anyone else can say something.

He would make Richard happy again.

“Scholle?”

Richard tries to act natural and he wipes his tears away, before Till has fully opened the door. He doesn’t want his best friend to worry.

“Yeah?”

“Will you come back inside? You’ve been out for some time and it’s fucking cold,” Till says and Richard sighs. He throws his cigarette to the ground and steps onto it, ignoring the other two he had already smoked next to it.

He could consume his present like he wanted to.

“I’m sorry you felt like we didn’t love you. And don’t even deny it, I know you think that. But I'll let the others explain,” Till says and Richard walks over to him. He even gets a small hug.

They walk back inside and to Richard's surprise they’re all still in the living room. Paul is sitting on Christoph’s lap but they’re both getting up when they walk in. Paul is holding a small box in his hands.

“Richard?”

"Uhm, yes?"

“I’m sorry for making you switch with me. I didn’t know that you would get your own name, I didn’t even look at it. B-but I… I also had a present ready for you. It wasn’t planned to give it to you now, but…,” Paul holds the small blue package out for him.

Richard frowns.

“Thank you but, uh you don’t have to. I mean if it’s my Christmas present you can give me it then,” Richard says and he smiles. He hates that Paul feels bad for this. He didn’t want to make Paul sad.

“No, we really want to give it to you now. So you understand what you mean to us,” Christoph says and he takes the package into his own hands, when Richard doesn’t take it. Christoph even opens it and shows Richard what’s inside.

It’s a necklace.

Of his guitar.

“Oh.”

“We weren’t sure if you, well if you ever liked us back, but we were kinda hoping that you would,” Christoph mumbles, there is a blush on his cheeks and he looks so cute. Richard frowns.

“Is this a joke?”

“No, darling, we would never joke about something like this. We just were too scared to ask you out and then we fucked this up. I’m sorry,” Paul says and Richard finally takes the necklace.

“It’s beautiful,” Richard mumbles, he can’t believe this is real. He does hear how Till, Oliver and Flake leave them alone though.

“You deserve a sweet present as well,” Paul says and he helps Richard to put the necklace on. Richard’s heart beats so fast. He had wished for this moment and he can’t believe it’s really happening.

“B-but…”

“No buts. Since I don’t have such a beautiful necklace, I want to offer you another present,” Christoph says and Richard frowns.

“Like what?” Richard asks, squinting at him.

“What did you wish for the most this year?” Christoph whispers and he comes even closer. Richard swallows dryly.

“To be loved.”

Christoph kisses him and Richard finally feels like he’s coming home. He can’t believe that any of this is real but he feels that Paul takes his hand into his own. Christoph hums and then takes a step back.

“You are loved,” Paul says before he also presses a short kiss to his mouth as well.

“I… I love you too,” Richard mumbles, the embarrassment back at full force.

He knows that he can’t believe his luck right now but he also knows that Christoph and Paul would show him what it’s really like to be loved.

Richard smiles.

#schnaulchard #reeshyzadventcalendar

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apocalypticgargoyle · 4 years ago

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𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝟒. ♡ 𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

"Hi! I hope u have a lovely day :] I was wondering if I could request an imagine where you're online friends with Gogy and one day you send him a picture wearing his merch and he can't stop thinking about it and finally ends up telling you he has a crush on you?? Thank you in advance :] I really enjoy your writing"

pairing: georgenotfound x reader

warnings: Zoom Video Communications none :)

links: | ao3 | request | masterlist |

⋆ song recommendation: Slowly by Josh Gilligan

(streamer bf gogy brainrot brrr) hello sweet anon! thank you for much for this request :) I love love love all the geo simps and their ideas. also thank you to my dearest LB for helping me with the plot help. happy reading, everyone! ♡ ᵍᵉⁿᵉ

You tapped your fingers on your desk, nails clattering at you waiting to be let into your third Zoom meeting of the day. Usually, you got off with only one lecture, but because of upcoming exams, you were finding yourself in and out of virtual meetings and office hours. Sure, it was better than jogging from building to building, fighting the crowds, and searching for a seat in a packed lecture hall, but it was still wearing you down beyond belief.

You rested your chin in your hand as your window went from white to dark grey, the square with your name getting wedged in beside the professor. Everyone’s cameras were off, a thankful sigh leaving your lips as your head slumped down to lay against your arm, the danger of falling asleep suddenly becoming more prominent.

You jumped slightly as your professor cleared their throat, sharing their screen and beginning to ramble off facts listed on the slideshow. You played with your keyboard, focused on removing a crumb from beneath your spacebar that was almost unreachable. You usually took notes in the class, but today was just one of those days.

“... And with that in mind, I’m going to put you all into breakout rooms…” Your professor trailed off, eyebrows furrowed as they peered at their screen and clicked frantically to assign all of you to rooms. You yawned, smacking your cheeks and sitting up. You were determined not to be a shitty partner, at least. The white box popped up, inviting you to join breakout room four. That’s always lucky, you thought to yourself as you joined.

Once again, you were cursed to look at the buffering wheel of death as your internet struggled to sustain all your opened tabs. Please, just a little longer, you groaned internally, eyes dashing towards the receiver and exhaling in relief as your computer connected to the breakout room. You turned on your camera, eliciting your partner, George, to do the same.

You flashed him a smile as you struggled to open the article from the previous night. “Hi! How’s it going?” You greeted, not yet looking at him.

“I’m good, actually. How are you?” He engaged, his voice deep and tired.

You finally managed to split your screen enough so that you could see him and the article. “Yeah, I’m good too. Thanks,” you chewed the inside of your cheek, eyes skimming some of the notes you’d etched into the margins. “So, did you have any idea what,” you paused, squinting at the author’s name, “Robert A. Schneider means when he discusses how ‘men of letters’ fear the lower class more than anything?” You asked, as your eyes trailed across your screen to finally gauge his reaction, you were taken aback by his appearance.

His soft features and dark eyes made you feel safe. As he smiled softly, running his fingers into his hair, he seemed to be racking his brain for an answer. He opened his mouth to begin, detailing what you had previously thought with better articulation.

The two of you got through the basic questions the professor had scripted for the students, then finding yourself still stuck in the breakout room. On a normal day, your professor would have pulled everyone back into the call after the first few questions.

George swiveled in his chair quietly as he listened to you briefly explain your area of study. His kind smile made your heart flutter slightly. Deep down, you hoped the two of you would be stuck in the room for a while.

Soon your topics blended into what kind of movies you both watched, a debate on where you could buy the cheapest bread on campus, and what kind of party people the two of you were. After an hour, instead of worrying whether or not your professor was dead, you were swapping numbers and planning out how the two of you would turn the Florida Keys into the headquarters of your new cult where the members would all worship a separate bitchy philosopher.

You pulled one of your legs to your chest, resting your cheek against your knee as his laughing died out. “Okay, this might be a weird question, but I need to know why your webcam is so clear. Is it like an OnlyFans thing or…”

He chuckled. “Yeah it’s definitely OnlyFans,” he joked, making you laugh. “I’m actually a ᵐⁱⁿᵉᶜʳᵃᶠᵗ ˢᵗʳᵉᵃᵐᵉʳ” he mumbled.

Your eyebrows perked playfully. “You’re a what?”

He pursed his lips to fit the grin stretching across his face. “ᵃ ᵐⁱⁿᵉᶜʳᵃᶠᵗ ˢᵗʳᵉᵃᵐᵉʳ”

You snorted slightly. “Sorry darling, you’ll have to speak up. What was that?”

He wet his lips, rolling his eyes as he bashfully groaned. “I’m a Minecraft streamer.”

You giggled, him basking in your disbelief. He smiled a bit brighter as he shrugged, leaning back in his chair as you rambled off questions. “There’s no way! Nerd!” you chaffed, making him smile as if he liked it when you playfully teased him. “Are you super popular?” You asked, catching your breath.

He bit his bottom lip swaying his head slightly as if deciding not to answer. “Mmmm. Not really.”

“Well, come on, Georgios! Give me your Twitch user and I’ll be your biggest fan, I promise.” He laughed at your response, digging out his phone to send you a link.

“I’d like to see you try,” he mumbled.

After the class had finally ended, you’d learned that your professor was on the phone with their credit card company. In the following weeks, you and George were in constant contact, even becoming part of each other’s daily routines.

As you studied for finals, you’d turn on his stream, letting his voice alleviate some of the stress of your exams. He knew you were watching and would even drop hints for you in what he was saying, or he’d blatantly just ask what you were talking about in your essay for a certain class. After the stream would end, he’d call you either on Discord or the phone, just so it felt like the two of you were studying together.

Jokingly, you badgered him to send you some of his merch, threatening to buy it from a bootleg online store if he didn’t. He had only brushed it off at the time, but shortly after, you received a hoodie in the mail with his gamer tag printed across it.

It was late at night when you’d received it, the tiredness of your eyes and George’s dulcet tones lulling you towards the idea of a dead sleep. Yet, you were drawn from your pleasant relaxation with the shrilling of your doorbell. You shrugged out of your blanket cocoon, grabbing your phone and trudging down the stairs. As you tore open the bag, your phone buzzed with a text from George asking if you’d seen something that one of his chat members. You chuckled softly and dug your hand into the material, holding it out in front of you.

You snickered to yourself, running your fingers across the red patch in the center. You slipped it over your head, letting the softness of the fabric brush against your skin. You snapped a photo of yourself and stumbled back upstairs before sending it to him.

When you returned, George was focused on something he was crafting. His eyes darted down to one corner of the screen where his phone was probably sitting. His eyes flashed back up with a smug grin on his face as if he knew exactly what you were going to say. Your “Thanks sugar daddy xx,” probably didn’t help either.

“What, chat?” His voice came out slightly uneven as he bit back a smile. You skimmed what people were asking. “It’s not a nude. A friend of mine got something I sent them,” he answered nonchalantly, finishing up what he was doing. The chat began to spam quietly. “No, it’s not a maid costume. Jesus Christ.” He leaned back in his chair, grabbing his phone and opening your message.

A grin spread across his face, alongside the light dusting of rosy pigment settling in his cheeks. He chuckled to himself, quickly replying before getting back to his game. You scoffed at his response.

George (H325) Anything for my silly little baka

You curled up again, putting away your schoolwork and devoting your attention to watching his stream as you drifted off to sleep.

Once again, you found yourself at the mercy of your internet as you attempted to join the breakout room assigned to you. You almost jumped out of your chair when it finally connected and you found George waiting for you. You smiled slightly as he scrolled through his phone. “What are the chances?” You asked, pulling his eyes to you.

He grinned, clicking off whatever he was looking at. “I was just about to raid your inbox.”

You chuckled. “I almost wore your merch to class, just to out you to whoever my partner was,” you joked, making him roll his eyes.

“I’m glad it’s me then,” he responded. You began scrounging around for your article. After a beat of hesitation, George spoke up again. “Hey, I’m glad you like the sweatshirt…” You perked an eyebrow in his direction. “I actually haven’t been able to get that picture out of my head. I know it’s stupid,” he stated lightly, chuckling nervously. You could feel your heart beating in your ears. “It’s so lame, but I think I have a crush on you.”

You sat back in your chair, stunned. “I mean, the feeling’s mutual. Even if it’s lame,” you mirrored, winking at him. “I mean, maybe it’s not lame because I know I like you.”

He smiled to himself at your answer before chuckling, “Should we Zoom date or something?”

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more on teacher schneider?

YESSS I'm so in love with teacher Schneider!!

CHRISTOPH SCHNEIDER - Extra Curricular Activities

Can you keep a secret?

Genre: Smut

Notes: If you aren’t a fan of large age gaps, this definitely isn’t the story for you. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it! 🖤

You knew it was wrong. So very wrong to be in love with your teacher. The year was around halfway over, meaning you only had a short amount of time to make your move. It took the whole winter break for you to decide that you in fact, were going to go after your psychology teacher. Consequences be damned.

Psych was your last class of the day, you spent the whole day carrying around the Christmas gift you bought for Schneider. A nice coffee mug wrapped in red paper with a silver bow on top. A nicely sealed handwritten letter resting under the shiny bow. You were the first one in the class, always opting to race straight to Schneider's class instead of mingling in the hallways with your friends. You tried to soak up any time you possibly could with him. Especially alone.

"Y/N, welcome back." Schneider spoke. He was sitting at his large desk, his curly hair tied back neatly, some stray strands poking out from a days wear. He looked up from his papers through his glasses, examining you as you walked closer.

"Herr Schneider, I brought you a gift. I hope you enjoy it." You said sweetly, trying to cover up that the note inside the envelope was... Risque...

"Thank you Y/N. I'm pleased to know you thought of me this holiday season." He said with a kind smile, an expression he didn't usually use. He accepted the small wrapped box as you handed it to him, your fingers brushing against his in the exchange.

You made your way back to your desk as students began coming through the door, pulling out your thick notebook and colored pens. You watched through your eyelashes as he opened the letter, his face slowly turning a deep red the further he read. Opening one of the drawers in his desk, he slid the letter inside, shutting it rather harshly. You tried to pretend like you weren't looking when he stared at you with a firm, almost upset look. Shit... Too far...?

Well at least the look he gave was hot...

Quickly the class filled up with students, the bell ringing loudly signaling the beginning of the period. Schneider quickly started the lesson for today, Developmental Psychology. You focused on his words as he spoke, neatly writing down important points and ideas you knew you'd need for later. You watched him intently, concentrated on the material yet still observing his lean form. Each time he'd look over at you he'd give a small scowl, his lips pulled into a tight frown.

Close to the end of class he walked down the rows of desks, handing out the homework for the night. A ten page reading assignment with a five page worksheet. As he handed you the sheet your hands brushed again once more.

"I'll see you after class Y/N." He said sternly, pulling his hand away from yours.

You felt your heart flutter with excitement as he walked back to his desk, letting the class get a head start on the homework. You read through the pages mindlessly, really just looking forward to the bell ringing and getting to speak with Schneider alone once more. Even three minutes before the bell your classmates were packed up and standing by the door, something you knew Schneider hated. Yet he didn't say anything this time, he was staring at you instead. He wanted them to leave. And quickly. Shit he was about ready to let the class out early.

You packed up your stuff as the bell rang, standing with your bag on your shoulder, ready to walk out the door with everyone else. Hoping Schneider would call your name once more.

"Y/N. A word." Schneider said harshly as you turned your back to leave.

You turned around with a pleasant smile, pretending as if you had no idea why he would want to talk to you in such a tone. "Yes Herr Schneider?"

"Drop it. I would like to speak about your gift." Schneider leaned forward onto his desk, his arms crossed on top of it.

"Did you like it?" You asked, keeping up the sweet exterior he just told you to knock off.

"I said drop it Y/N." He snapped. "That was incredibly inappropriate what you wrote."

You pouted, pretending to be sad he didn't like your letter. Even though you had a pretty good idea as you were writing it that it would be pretty hit or miss.

"I can't believe it! Truly!" He said exasperated, leaning back in his chair, throwing his hands in the air before rubbing his forehead. He paused before looking up at you from where he was seated at his desk. "No more of this. No more letters. No more gifts."

"Yes Herr Schneider..." You mumbled while looking down at your shiny black shoes, trying to make him feel bad.

"You're dismissed. I expect the homework finished by tomorrow's class." He ran his hand down his face tiredly, motioning for you to go. You slowly walked out of his class, the halls now empty, the students long gone home.

Schneider sat there motionless, his mind clouded with the thought of you. Pulling the note out from the drawer where he discarded it, he read it again. And again. And again. He had to hand it to you, the letter was excellently written. Even if it was you telling him how you loved him. And how you’d been gaining the guts to tell him throughout winter break. You were a pretty girl, bright, attentive, smart. All of the best qualities in one. But it was inappropriate. He was twice your age at least. Sighing, he shoved the letter in his leather satchel, slinging it over his shoulder and heading out for the day.

That night you decided to write another letter to your favorite teacher. This one more intense than the last. You really wanted to get across your feelings. Again, consequences be damned. If you had to spend an evening in detention then so be it! You would take the punishment from your parents! Who cares! You poured your heart out into the letter, addressing him now as Christoph in your writing.

You decided not to give him the letter the next day, choosing to let the feelings simmer, hoping not to upset him further. I mean what was the big deal? You were of age and he knew it! Either way, you kept the letter tucked away in your backpack as you walked into class the next day. You decided not to go early. Instead entering the room with a large group of your classmates, taking a seat closer to the back of the class this time. Schneider came walking through the rows of desks at the start of the class, collecting the homework from last night.

"Your homework Y/N?" He asked, trying to remain stern and composed as to not give you any ideas.

"I couldn't complete it all." You responded, your cheeks pink from embarrassment. You were a straight A student and this wasn't your finest moment. You were so distracted last night that you just couldn't finish it. You had around two pages left to complete.

"I'll be seeing you after class then. We'll need to discuss this. Especially since this is an AP class." He spoke, noticeably not taking your unfinished paper from you. You sat in hot embarrassment, the rest of the class staring at you in silence. The rest of the class period went by quickly. You took notes as usual and homework for that night was passed out once again. This time only one page to submit. Maybe Schneider was feeling merciful.

As the bell rung you stayed in your seat, arms crossed. Schneider waited for the rest of your classmates to leave before sitting atop the desk in front of yours. "I understand your feelings towards me Y/N, but as we discussed, it's not appropriate. You can't let this affect your work in this class."

"I understand Herr Schneider..." You mumbled, keeping your eyes trained on your desk.

"Do you? Or are you just saying that Y/N? We need to be adults here. You need to realize how this will effect you. If not for you then you need to realize how this will effect me." He spoke softer this time, leaning in just a bit closer so his words had more impact. Hoping that you’d just take the bait and leave him to find someone else.

"Yes. I understand just fine." You looked up at him, fire in your eyes. You knew you weren't giving up on this. On him. "May I go now?" You asked in a harsher tone than you expected to come out.

Schneider sighed, "yes, you may go. Please Y/N, finish the homework tonight. I'll give you an extension on last nights work."

"Thank you Herr Schneider."

You stood up, packing your things and quickly walking out the door, shutting it angrily behind you. Schneider stood with his arms crossed, watching you go. He felt bad. Bad that you felt so strongly for him. Bad that those feelings were distracting you from your education. But most of all, bad for slowly letting himself become interested in you.

The next school day came and went, not bumps, no hiccups, no problems. You spent the Psychology period focused on your notes, taking little breaks to stare at Schneider while he didn't notice. Or at least when you thought he didn't notice. He definitely saw your quick glances, the way your cute wide eyes traced his body. You finished both of the homework assignments, slipping your letter in between the pages for him to find later tonight when he grades. Handing the papers to him, once again trying to brush against his skin in any way possible. You were excited to see him the next day, already forming a plan in your head. You were so preoccupied by your thoughts you completely forgot to say goodbye to Schneider as you walked out the door.

Walking back into school the next day, you really decided to test the boundaries. You wore one of your old school skirts, which was now shorter than dress code, with sheer black tights underneath. The skirt wasn't obscenely short, but definitely enough for others to take notice. And hopefully, in your mind, for Schneider to notice. You also left your hair down, out of it's usual ponytail. Hopefully another point for Schneider to notice.

Steering clear from teachers and using your blazer as a cover for your legs in class, you managed to avoid any detentions, walking into the last class of the day confidently. Barely on time, hoping to be a straggler so Schneider would see you specifically. This time, taking a seat in the very front of the classroom.

Immediately Schneider's eyes were on you, raking up your body as you took long confident strides toward your desk. He had read your note last night, bearing your soul to him. Telling him how badly he's effected you, how badly you wanted him, how you'd do anything for him. Among other… Suggestions… Heat rose to his cheeks at the thought of you. The sight of you definitely wasn't helping either. He wasn't dumb, he knew exactly what you were doing. And unfortunately, it was working. Your perfect thighs on full display for him as you sat down, not bothering to cover yourself with your jacket for this period.

He let his eyes linger a bit longer than normal, not wanting to look away so soon. But feeling the way his pants tightened, he knew he couldn't be staring. For the first part of class he stayed seated at his desk, trying to hide what was obvious in his new dress pants.

He introduced the new unit from his desk, shuffling around his papers to look like he was doing something important as he spoke. The subject being one that you'd already covered in the basic Psychology class with another teacher, Classical Conditioning. You didn't really plan to pay attention this class, especially with the way you were dressed. You planned to spend the period teasing him silently the best you could. But knowing that you already knew the subject made it much easier to neglect your notes. Throughout the lesson, he would falter. Each time you leaned forward to rest your chin in your hands, staring up at him with your innocent look, shamelessly staring at his crotch when he was facing you. Or when you would spread your legs just enough to distract him. Each time he wrote on the board with his back turned to the class you’d admire the way his black slacks fit him deliciously.

Oh the things you would do to him...

Oh the things you wish he would do to you...

You loved the way he had to call on you when you raised your hand just to ask some dumb, almost dirty question. His face going red as he had to find some way to answer you. It was his job after all.

Schneider felt like the class period was going agonizingly slow. Between the contents of your note running through his head, and the absolute show you were putting on, he was in no right mind to teach. He wanted to wipe that smirk right off of your face.

How dare you do this in his class?

How dare he enjoy it?

He felt like he was saved by the bell. The rest of the class filing out quickly, you turning to leave with the rest of them.

Ohhhh no. No you don't.

"Y/N. Get over here. Now." Schneider commanded through grit teeth.

You turned around slowly, a shit eating grin plastered on your face as you took slow steps towards him, your shiny shoes clicking against the hard tiled floor. "Yes, Schnider?" You spoke, watching with glee at the way his eyebrows furrowed at the loss of formality.

He firmly grasped your jaw, making you look up at him, your breath hitching in the process. "You did this on purpose. You know what you've done so don't play coy."

"But Christoph... I just wanted you to look at me a bit more..." You said with a pout and big innocent eyes.

He leans in closer, his nose almost touching yours, his eyes ablaze. "Oh I couldn't keep my damn eyes off you the whole period Y/N." His other hand trailed down your side, playing with the hem of your short grey skirt. "And when did we get to a first name basis here? Who told you that you could call me Christoph? I don't recall giving you permission."

You felt your stomach flip in anticipation, excited that he was so close, his lips just mere centimeters away. You glanced down to look at his thin heart-shaped lips, flicking back to look into his eyes. "Sorry Herr Schneider."

He couldn't help but smirk at your 'apology'. You were quite the actress when you wanted to be. "You have wandering eyes. So naughty today. All I saw was you staring at places you shouldn’t be."

You didn't dare move against his firm grasp, feeling his free hand gently caress your exposed thigh.

"I just couldn't help myself... You look so good in those pants... I know you looked at me too" You spoke softly, feeling his thumb brush over your lip.

"How could I not with the way you were dressed? The note you wrote me last night?" His large hand traveled up to cup your ass beneath your skirt. "Is this what you want Y/N? You want your teacher to give you all the attention you're missing? The touch you've been begging for in your letters? Well now's the chance."

You slowly raised your hands from your sides, gripping onto his white dress shirt, pulling his tie hard, mashing your lips against his. He lets out a small noise of surprise as you made your move, letting his hand fall from your chin to hold your waist, pressing you firmly against him. It was almost as if you two were made to fit together, his thigh slotted between your legs, your chest pressed against him.

His lips were soft against yours, experienced and kind, obviously trying not to overwhelm you. He let you take the lead, biting his lip, causing his mouth to open slightly. He let you fight for dominance, kissing him fervently, slipping your tongue into his mouth. He reveled in your soft noises, noticing the way you were slowly grinding against his muscular thigh.

Pulling away to breathe you looked up at him, his lips red and kissed, cheeks dusted pink and his curly hair slightly mussed from it's low ponytail. "Herr Schneider... Please..."

"Please what Y/N? Use your words." He smirked down at you.

"Please fuck me."

Slightly taken aback by your vulgarity it takes him a second to set into movement, leading you over to his desk. Choosing not to think of all of the repercussions that could happen from this one choice. "Tell me if you want me to stop, or if anything hurts." He said quietly next to your ear, kissing down your neck. His fingers sliding over your clothed core. He could feel just how wet you are through your sheer tights and your lacy underwear. Fuck he wished he could take a picture of you like this. All bent over his desk, your skirt pushed up just enough to expose the lower curve of your ass, subsequently your cute panties. You were all spread apart for him, your clothed pussy on full display.

He wasted no time pulling your tights and panties down, ripping the sheer material in the process. "I'll buy you new ones." He huffed, staring at your glistening core. His cock throbbed painfully in his dress pants as he looked you over, letting out a low groan. He hadn’t been this hard in what seemed like years. He gently pressed one finger into your core, fingering you slowly, listening to the way your breathing changed, little whimpers emerging just barely loud enough for him to hear. Slowly adding another finger he listened to the soft moans that now escaped your lips. You were so tight around just his fingers, he couldn't imagine how good you would feel around him.

Retracting his fingers he reached into his wallet, pulling out a condom, unbuckling his belt and sliding both his slacks and underwear down his thighs, letting his cock free from the confines. With your cheek pressed against his wooden desk you stared back at him, admiring his impressive length. Wiggling your hips back toward him you prayed he'd ravage you, use you however he wanted.

"Tell me again how badly you want this." Schneider groaned out, lazily stroking his cock while looking down upon you like you were a masterpiece that was painted just for him.

"So badly Herr Schneider! Please fuck me! I've been waiting for so long!" You made sure to make eye contact as you begged for him, truly letting him know that this is what you want, once again moving your hips slowly from side to side.

He hummed as he languidly moved his hand over his dripping cock, obviously pleased by your response. Rolling the condom on, he pressed the tip of his cock against your aching hole, sinking into you slowly. Your soft whine was like music to his ears. A symphony that only played for him. You were so fucking tight that he didn't know how long this would last. Bottoming out, he gave you a moment to adjust to his size, also giving himself a moment to calm down as you squeeze around his impressive length. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when you gave him the okay to move. He watched as your tight hole welcomed him in, the way his cock disappeared into you with a snap of his hips. "Fuck..." He moaned out, gripping your hips tightly with his large hands.

His curse spurred you on, pushing your hips back into his own, meeting him half way. The action only pulling more curses from his perfect lips. You felt like two pieces of one puzzle with the way he fit inside you. It was a perfect stretch, just the right amount of burn that you'd never gotten from any other guy. The sound of skin on skin filling the room.

"Oh fuck Schneider... Fuck you fill me so well..." You gripped onto the desk, his thrusts only speeding up with your words.

"Yeah baby? You like that? You like the way my cock stretches you out?" He said breathlessly, fucking you with force. Having sex like this made him feel old. He felt out of shape, not in practice. I mean, he wasn't exactly young. He was over twice your age. But shit. As long as you were liking it, so was he. No matter how much effort he had to put into it.

"Fuck yes- Fuck I love the way you fuck me-" You could barely get out the words between your moans. To which his pressed a large hand over your mouth, muffling the obscene sounds that escaped you.

He felt his release coming closer. Reaching down between your legs to rub his fingers on your clit, loving the way your legs began to shake from the stimulation. "Doing so damn good for me baby..." He mumbled into the soft flesh of your shoulder as his hips snapped into you roughly. A pencil falling from his desk onto the floor. Between the intense stimulation to your clit and his long cock inside you, your orgasm came quickly, rolling over you in deep waves. Squeezing your eyes tight, you gripped onto Schneider's hand, pulling it away from your clit as you came, letting out a loud moan. Schneider watched in pleasure as your legs shook with your climax, his own following quickly behind. His cock pulsed hard inside you as he finished, letting out a whorish moan he wished he hadn't. The both of you stayed just like that, breathing heavy with his cock still inside you. He stayed deeply inside of you for a few more seconds, before pulling out slowly, leaving you open and wanting more.

Schneider disposed of the condom in the trash, even though you knew he'd take it out and throw it away somewhere else later. He cleaned the both of you up, tucking his now soft cock back into his pants, trying to make himself look presentable once again, pushing stray curls behind his ears. Pulling up your underwear and now ripped tights, you looked at him, taking a seat on top of his desk. He looked stunning. His white dress shirt wrinkled, his tie loosened, hair disheveled, and face flushed. You leaned forward, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"Oh no no. That won't do." He chuckled, a warm sound that you absolutely loved. Stepping forward to stand between your legs, he placed a soft kiss upon your swollen lips, almost lovingly. Barely pulling away, you could feel his warm breath on your lips as he spoke, staring deeply into your pretty eyes. "I enjoyed that. Very much."

He watched as you smiled big, nodding happily. "Me too Herr Schneider. Thank you..."

"Now you can call me Christoph, mein liebling."

Your smile only grew as you hopped down from his desk, the pet name making your heart flutter and your legs weak. Or maybe that was the sex talking. Either way, you were ecstatic. “Okay, Christoph." You kissed him quickly, almost teasingly. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Dress up again and see what happens.” He smirked, sitting down on his chair behind the large desk.

“Hm.. You gonna punish me..?”

“That’s for you to find out.”

“Oh Herr Schneider! I can’t possibly get a detention!” You giggled. “I promise I’ll do anything you want to stay out of it!”

He let out a chuckle, crossing his arms as he looked you up and down once more, his legs spread wide. “Well I guess I’ll just assign you some extra curricular activities instead.”

“Just don’t tell my parents.” You gave him a wink, grabbing your bag and walking out of the classroom with a sway of your hips.

“Scheiße… You’re going be the death of me Y/N…”

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blackbutlerfandomnerddomain · 4 years ago

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Title: Just Gotta Stay Calm

Word Count: 3966

Fandom: Gravedale High

Ship/Pairing: Vinnie Stoker/Reggie Moonshroud

Tags: First Dates, Vampire Family, Tradition, Awkward Crush, Vampire Boyfriend, Werewolf Boyfriend, First Kiss, Dorks in Love, Awkward Dates, Boys in Love, Friendship/Love

Warnings: First Works of the fandom, swearing(small), awkward, fluff

Vinnie let in a breath as he examines himself in the special vampire mirror on his bedroom wall. He quietly checks every inch of his face closely before opening his mouth to check his fangs.

Good, He thought with a charming grin to himself. No pimples, no stuff in my teeth, no flaws in sight. Vinnie went to his dresser and takes out some cologne he bought specifically for today, a scent of calming forest rain, and sprayed some on his neck and a little bit in his shirt. Not a lot just the basic stuff to seem simple and posh.

Vinnie and Reggie are finally getting themselves a date. A real, really real, true date. Just the two of them. And Vinnie could be more happier then this moment!

Vinnie has been meaning to ask his best friend out for quite some time, since the first moment he noticed his feelings were a bit more then platonic bashful moths in his chest and stomach actually. It took him a total of two full months to completely wrap his head around the fact that he - Vincent "Vinnie" Stoker - was wings over heels in love with the world's one and only Reggie Moonshroud. However, it took him nearly a YEAR to get up all the courage to ask the boy out. Honestly, if it weren't for his friends this day might've never happened.

The young vampire left his bedroom and hurries down his stairs, only to be stopped by the voice of his old man, "Vincent, can you come here please?" Vinnie let out a silent shutter as he mentally cursed himself.

He slowly turned his body fully towards the older vampire sitting in his velvet chair with a pipe in between his lips, small puffs of the smoke emerging out the ends. The teen slowly walked over. "Y-Yea pops?" His voice rarely stammers when speaking, hasn't since he was in the 6th grade, at least not when he nervous beyond his wits like when he tried to get the chance to ask Reggie out and plan out what to do on said date.

"Are you going to go on your date soon?" Asked Mr. Stoker. Vinnie nods some in reply, his hands fumbling into his jacket's pockets. This was not what he wanted to do. The older vampire stood up from his chair, pipe still puffing out smoke, his eyes focus out the window of the chilly autumn gray skies. He takes a puff before continuing, "I want to give you some simple advice for your first date Vincent. Vampire to vampire." Vinnie practically shrunk his head down into his coat's collar.

Defiantly not what he wanted to do. . .

"That's okay pops, I got it covered-" He began as he slowly creeped his way to the front door. "The year was 1880. . ." Vinnie bite back a groan, knowing very well that once his dad starts it's hard to stop him. "I was simply a beginning apprentice to the one and only Dracula. Mostly paper work and long mornings. I thought I had everything cut out for me, a great job and nice home, until I realized I was missing something important when I first saw your mother wandering through the local cemetery." Mr. Stoker smiles fondly as he light strokes his black beard. "She is my first and only love as I'm sure you know. And it took me decades to ask her on a single date, I feared she might not want a simple vampire apprentice who barely knows how to turn into a bat, but alas she surprise me with a yes." Vinnie nods, "Yeah yeah I know. And you two spent many years together, got married, had two kids, and lived happily ever after. Dad, I know the story pretty well you know."

He didn't mean to interrupt his father's tale, he just already has his nerves up through the roof and he just want to hurry for the plans. His father turned and looked at his son right in the eyes as he spoke, "I know you do. I'm just trying to tell you that last night I was certain to give you some advice for your date, a vampire tradition my father gave me as his father gave him and his father so forth. I know you're nervous and it's perfectly natural. Just remember, be courteous. Be engaging. And above all, have a plan." Vinnie nodded. "Don't worry pops, I got it covered. Now can I go and do the date itself?" He asked the older vampire, who nodded to his please. He didn't wait any few seconds to open the front door and flying off with a snap.

This will go well, He thought to himself as he feels the wind go through his black hair. Reggie will enjoy the date I have planned for us. This is a piece of blood orange pie. Vinnie smiled as he spaces out on today's plans. Slowly, though, his brain began to swim to a memory of when he got the nerves to finally make that choice he's been walking back and forth on. . .

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Vinnie taps the heels of his shoe onto the cold hard floor of the school's classroom as he watches the clock tic away, his eyes going to the clock and to the werewolf just a desk away from him. Today was the day, Vinnie told himself throughout the hours. Today I'm going to do it. As if proving his luck, the bell rings out around the school, signalling everyone to grab their stuff and hurry the Hell out of there for the weekend. Vinnie stood onto his feet, catching Gil and Sid giving him a thumbs up as they run out the classroom, and looks over at Reggie who is still putting his stuff away.

The vampire took a breath in and walked his way over to the red head's desk, his feet feeling kind of heavy as he gets closer. Be cool Vinnie, just do it. "Hey Reg." His voice called out suddenly, the rest of his body slowly just going with the flow. Reggie turned his head and smiled up at his friend. "Hey there Vinnie. You usually are gone by now, is Mr. Schneider Sir seeing you after class again?" He asked as he puts his books away in his bag. Vinnie smiles warmly, he enjoys Reggie's voice. The way his small lisp happens between the small gap of the front of his teeth. The way his voice cracks sometimes in the right moments. Just generally how comforting it is...

The vampire quickly shook his head when he finally notices Reggie is standing up and looking at him with cocoa brown eyes that warm up Vinnie's dead chest, "No no. I just wanted to know...if...um...i-if you don't mind me asking...I uh..." "Yes Vinnie?" Reggie pressed on. Honestly, it's like he knows what he's doing to me. Vinnie took a gulp from his dry mouth before he spoke a retry, "I just wanted to know...if...if...well...if you're free this weekend? Maybe...we could...go out?" He didn't know if he sounded needy or not but he didn't care, he finally said it!

Reggie blinked a few times before replying, "Of course we can hang out Vin. We often times do already." "No, Reggie, I meant...go out...like a...date...?" Vinnie was so scared to look at Reggie in the face yet he has to in order to watch his reaction. And boy was it a reaction... His cute wolf ears were perked down in a way his shyness shows, hard to tell but behind that fur his cheeks were very rosey and red, just looking at him gave Vinnie so much heat on his face he for sure thought he was going to die.

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Vinnie chuckled softly when Reggie's face on that day came to mind.

Well, yeah, the reply was a day late but nevertheless he said yes. And the day has finally came.

Vinnie soon landed at Reggie's place, a pretty big home of four stories with a even bigger yard surrounded it of 6 aches each side. He knew Reggie's family owned a big home for such a big family but he honestly wasn't expecting something so... human dream life. A white picket fence wrapping around the areas of land, green grass in perfect height, the house painted in a nice paint of soft blue with the windows having a white coat to the edges, a cute porch sticking out from the big dark brown oak made front door, and to fit so perfectly a nice little porch swing with a small coffee table. In all honesty neither Vinnie nor Reggie been to each others' houses despite being friends for years. Always staying at the dorms the school gave them for half the week.

The vampire slowly made his way to the porch and gently pulled the rope that rings the door bell loudly it echos around him and to the forest not far from the house itself. He tripled checked in his head the plans of the date as he waits a few seconds before the door opened and Reggie's head popped into view. "Hey Vinnie." Reggie said with a smile and opened the door already for him to step out. "Hey there Reg-" Vinnie nearly chocked on his words upon seeing Reggie. He wasn't wearing anything out of his comfort zone but something Vinnie was expecting obviously... Let alone something his heart was ready for. There standing in front of him with the shine of the afternoon sun glimmering a special effect through the tree leafs Reggie wearing a typical white button-down shirt and well ironed dress pants but wears also a well knitted beige and blood red pattern pullover sweater vest and a black Letterman jacket with a big red R stitched to his chest's right side, his hair combed in a messy side bangs style to the left side of his face. Honestly, Vinnie doesn't know if this was more cute or sexy and he was pretty scared of both. "I-I could change if you want..." Reggie stated, snapping Vinnie out of his daze to realize he's been staring holes into the poor werewolf. "No no you're okay Reg. Just uh...caught me off guard is all. It's cool." Vinnie spoke up with his hands up in defense.

Reggie giggles some, causes Vinnie's undead heart to for sure jumble in beats like a drum.

The first stop of this little date for the two monsters was a nice little fly over the town to the date's main destination. Reggie clings to Vinnie from behind, his face so close to his their cheeks are barely touching softly, his eyes watching the town below them. "Gee Vinnie, this is beautiful." He whispered but Vinnie heard it very well, his warm breath gently dancing across Vinnie's ear, his cheeks warming up in a soft shade of pink, a smile appearing on the vampire's lips. If anything, if he had a chance to say it, Reggie was the most beautiful thing to Vinnie's eyes. Though as a sad as it had pained him he knew he would crash into something if he doesn't focus.

His eyes scanned around the area before carefully landing in front of a cafe looking place. Reggie looked around the place when he climbed down from the vampire's back as he tucked in his wings. "Um... Vinnie." Reggie mumbled softly as he dragged his feet closer to Vinnie. Vinnie let out a hum, "Yeah Reg?" "Correct me if I'm wrong but this is a human cafe is it not?" Indeed it was. "Yeah. I figured to have a nice bite here for a change." "True it's just... don't you rather want to go to Ms. White's Diner? It's one of your favorites right?" Vinnie had to fight back the urge of going to his favorite 50's diner and share a monster shake with Reggie, he had a plan and he's sticking to it. He gently takes his paw and said, "This is just as good Reg, promise. Plus they serve your favorite here. Trust me." Reggie looked at the place and at Vinnie, seemed to be small on numbers of humans... So it could be okay right?

The two monsters entered the cafe and walked it's way to a table right in the center. The place was nice, clean, quiet, cute, and had a nice nature aesthetic with potted plants hanging from the ceiling and the smell of coffee and tea with some sweets filling your sense of smell. "This place is nice." Reggie said, his eyes focused on every little detail around him. The V-Man couldn't help but smile proudly, the date's going so well so far.

A waiter walks over to their table with a notepad and spoke to the two teenage monsters, "Afternoon gentlemen. What can I get you for drinks?" Vinnie opened the menu. "I'd like a black coffee with a side of milk creamer." The waiter nodded and looked at Reggie waiting for his answer. The werewolf quietly looked through the menu, his eyes widening like space saucers. "O-Oh my...Um...w-water would be fine..." The waiter wrote the orders down before hurrying to the back. Reggie looked at Vinnie with a raised brow, "This place is expensive Vinnie. They don't even serve your favorite drinks here. And I think you need it, you look ill..."

Vinnie knew Reggie was worried, he can hear it in his voice, but he can't simply explain it... Since the night before last he hasn't had a drop of blood to nibble a sip from due to how stressed and nervous he was getting over asking Reggie out and planning out this perfect date. Black coffee was the best he could get to that bitter goodness. And if not, the creamer would do the trick. Still, he knew he can't say all that to Reggie, not to seem not cool in front of his crush but also because he doesn't want the werewolf to feel bad or blame himself. Instead he just smiles his traditional smile and leaned back in his chair as he coats his voice with soothing calmness, "It's fine Reg. Everything fine actually. I just... had a big batch during breakfast and need the coffee here is good as I'm told. Plus, the money, don't worry. I got it covered." He finishes with a wink and another smile which caused Reggie's shoulders to calm down slightly.

After a few more seconds the waiter returned with their drinks and a notepad still in hand, "Here is your black coffee with a side of milk creamer and your glass of water sirs. May I interest you into something to eat?" Vinnie glances at the man's meaty neck and silently licked his fang out of sights, his brain wracking him inside his skull to try and not accept the urge to chomp down onto that neck and drink up. His hand quickly grabbed the coffee cup as soon as it was set and took a big gulp of it. Bitter. Not as bitter but still helps a little. He thought, feeling his nerves calm down a bit more. He glances over at Reggie and smiles, "Why don't you order first? I'll follow after." Reggie fixes his glasses and looked over the menu, a few times his eyes peeking at Vinnie as if asking for his help. "G-Gee...there's a lot of good options... Um..." He pondered out loud, Vinnie could see the human tapping his pen in a annoyance type manner. He bite down on his bottom lip some to fight back his new urge to range his neck. Before the urge could happen for real, Reggie's voice rang out to Vinnie's ears, "I-I guess I can have the Pea & Carrot Soup with the Greek Salad as the side?" "And you sir?" Vinnie had to remember how to talk before he took a quick glance at the menu before blurting out his order, "I'd like a French Onion Soup." And like before the man walked away after writing the orders down.

Vinnie noticed Reggie seemed more awkward and fidgety then his usual form. "Everything alright Reg?" Vinnie asked, his voice truly worried. He truly is worried for Reggie. Maybe he caught that waiter's rudeness towards them because of their race? Maybe it's the fact it's clearly two boys out doing things beyond friends? The vampire's head is just about to explode over the thoughts on what could be wrong with his Reggie- My Reggie? Vinnie thought of having Reggie of his very own before... I mean it did sound nice to him but would Reggie be down to being...

Reggie softly shook his head with a mumbled, "It's nothing, really..." But Vinnie knew something's been bothering his pal. Maybe... Vinnie felt sick thinking this, Maybe he's not comfortable being on a date with me... Before he knew it the food had arrived but the two didn't seem in the mood to enjoy it... Vinnie gulped down the rest of his coffee and stared down at his dish.

Great, my nerves are all over the place now and Reggie ain't having a good time... He thought as he watched Reggie gently nibble on his soup and salad, the two barely having one or two small conversations. This date is going terrible...

The two left the cafe quietly and quickly after paying for the bill. The two were still pretty silent. Reggie broke this awkward pause in the air with a smile, "The food was pretty good Vinnie." Vinnie doesn't reply. "Vinnie..?" Suddenly, the second monster on this date let out a groan like sigh before slumping his body down a grass area in the side walk, "That stupid waiter! 50 bucks and all he had to do is make it nice!"

Reggie tilt his head at this and quietly asked, "What do you mean...?" There was a pause when Vinnie looked away with no answer, causing it to click to the smarter of the two. "Vinnie Stoker, did you pay a human waiter for our date?" Vinnie sighed, "Not just paid Reggie, I paid the guy $50 to hold off any other reservations so it can be just us... I know you don't like really crowded places but that guy ruined it. I wasted 50 from my allowance just to have a guy be rude to you." Vinnie covered his face with his palms. "I'm sorry Reg...I really am..." Surprising Vinnie, Reggie grabbed his hand and pulls him up before guiding him somewhere.

"Hey Reg, where we going?" He asked, but his question fell on deaf ears as the werewolf still guided him silently. Suddenly the vampire began to feel a new kind of nervous. Was Reggie mad? Was he going to yell at him for bribing a human? Does he know he hasn't been drinking his daily sips of blood? He felt sick at the ideas of any of those being true and he blew this date... His one chance... And he blew it major time... There might not even be a second chance in this... "Look Reg..." Vinnie started, hanging his head low in shame. Reggie stopped him, "You didn't have to do any of that Vinnie. I would be perfectly fine going to any place we usual go." Vinnie did not want this date to be ruined. He did not want his friendship to be tainted. All Vinnie wanted to do was do what he planned, even if it was sudden...

"I like you Reggie!"

Reggie stopped suddenly and whipped his head around so fast he must've felt dizzy. No turning back now huh? Vinnie thought, taking a deep breath in, "I've always liked you Reg... And I mean really like you... Like...Like... I always get happy in the mornings because I get a chance to be near you at school, it's the only reason why I don't ditch as often. And when you're not there I feel sad...so sad I feel sick... I often re-read the messages we send back and forth after school because I miss talking to you that much... A-And that time when I was running for School President and you were helping me... Reggie, I felt so happy just being around you...seeing you so happy at what you were doing... I know this isn't stuff you want to hear instead of a apology...but I swear to you it's truer then true Reggie... I really like you... I've liked you for so long...I don't know when but I know when I figured it out... when you were fallin from the sky and I was running to you... All that's been runnin' around my head was "I can't let him go"... Reggie... you matter to me so much the idea of you not here with me is killing me..."

Vinnie was so scared to look up at his friend, scared he made it worst... "I just...I know this date ended up bad... but I-" Vinnie's words were cut short when he lifted his head to finally face his nerves, quickly his lips were covered by the soft fur of Reggie's lips. The teen vampire felt his undead heart beat for miles and miles as every second slowly passes by between them, his eyes widen more then the usual wide but slowly his body began to melt by the warmth of Reggie's lips and they slowly blinked to a close while his lips push pressure back into the kiss.

The kiss lasted about a extra minute before the two pulled away, Vinnie's ears catching a soft small puppy like whine coming from deep back within Reggie's neck. "You like my lips that much Reg?" Vinne asked with a tease in his voice, smiling more when see that same expression of bashfulness Vinnie witness when he asked Reggie out in the first place. "Okay, I'm sorry... does...this mean you like me too...?" He asked, hopeful of his words being a positive. Reggie giggles softly, "Of course it means I like you Vinnie... Why else would I agree to go on a date and kiss you?" Vinnie felt stupid asking such a obvious question. "And...why else would I do this?" After Reggie said that, he guided Vinnie again towards a secret spot. A nice little isolated hill spot overlooking the entire town and beach. Reggie...planned this? The vampire looked at Reggie in disbelief, now noticing the blush fur on his cheeks. "I... I like you too Vinnie... A lot... I've always had felt it too but that day when you risked everything just for me was when I realize it was more then a simple crush... And I wanted to show you how I felt since then...but I was too chicken to even bring it up in conversation... So, when you asked me out, I was nervous that I might miss my shot...so..." "So you ended up setting this up?" Reggie nodded some, his bangs sweeping over his warm brown eyes in a cute shy manner.

Vinnie smiles softly and wrapped his arms around Reggie's frame, his lips lightly touching a small peck on his cheek. Sure, this wasn't the date I had planned... Reggie giggles and gently sat on the grass, Vinnie following after. The sun was just about going darker as the stars began to appear above them like candles they used to have lit from their old fears of the unknown... Vinnie could help but smile when seeing Reggie's happy face when he cuddles into him. But I honestly couldn't ask for anything better.

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