#see the reason this is so small is because I actually started it in ms paint

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Happy (very late) Halloween 👻👻 Made this one too smol, spare me by not zooming in haha

[dovveri]

ordinarily

synopsis: you’re having a few issues with your sex life so you decide to start seeing a sex therapist with your boyfriend

warnings: reader receiving, cheating, lots of sex talk bcs this entire fic is literally set around sex, fingering, clitoral stimulus, vibrators, dildos + strap on, sana watches reader masturbate

w/c: 7.8k

a/n: if u didn't know im a psych student and this idea came to me at 3am while cramming sexual dysfunctions for my finals and i ltr wrote this in a few hours bcs i was OBSESSED - that being said this is all still fictional bcs... let's be honest i js wanted to have sex with dr sana but some of the facts are still real! the treatment however... not so real LMAO

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“ms. l/n?”

“yes!” you scramble upwards at the sound of your name, pulling your boyfriend up with you and walking briskly towards the woman who’s called you. she offers a kind smile, gesturing for you to follow her.

“is it alright if i bring my boyfriend along?”

she nods, “yes that’s fine. it’s actually customary that both partners are here for appointments like these.”

she leads you towards her office, a clean, organised room with a small couch next to the doctor’s table and chair, and what looks like an upgraded version of a classic examination table.

she seats you both and rolls her chair forward so she’s facing the both of you when she talks. “so how can i help you today ms. l/n?” her eyes are kind, a hint of a smile on her lips.

“u-um just y/n is fine dr. …” you glance to her badge, “minatozaki.”

“alright y/n. sana is fine for me too then.” she smiles.

“r-right sana. so we’ve just been having some trouble with our- um- sex life recently and i think it’s mainly my fault.”

she frowns a little, picking up a notepad on her table to jot down some things, “why would you think that?”

“um well- i- i haven’t um- i’ve never had a penis in me before. my previous male partners would only ever use their hands or mouth but because we were getting a little more serious than that, i wanted to let ben-“ you glance at your boyfriend who looks a little uncomfortable, shifting around in his seat a little, “be the first and we’ve tried for a while now but it’s always just too painful? and i know everyone says the pain passes and whatever but it never seems to pass for me…” you blush, getting progressively embarrassed as you go on.

"i see. do you mind if i ask you a few questions about your sex life?"

you nod, feeling intimidated by the things she's jotting down into her notepad.

"how long has this been going on?"

"umm- i'd say we've tried to have penetrative sex for about 2 months now?"

"have you ever experienced anything like this before?"

"no."

"do you have any history of previous mental health problems?"

"not really, no."

"when you attempt to have sex, do you engage in foreplay?"

"u-um... yes."

"and are you able to secrete natural lubricant from that?"

ben lets out an undignifed snort. you elbow him, face burning red when sana looks up from her notepad, narrowing her eyes at ben who shrinks in his seat, covering his mouth.

"u-um yes i think so."

"ben? is this true?" sana's eyes are locked on ben.

"sorry doc are you asking me if my girlfriend gets wet?"

"for lack of better words yes."

"well yes she gets plenty wet. i always make sure she's turned on before i go in. if you’re asking about if i'm good at sex then yes. i am. plenty of girls in the past have cum because of me."

"i didn't ask that but thank you for your contribution." sana says a little sarcastically, looking back towards you and then down to her notepad. you elbow ben again in response who glances at you slightly annoyed, the tips of his ears red.

"what sorts of foreplay activity do you engage in, does it arouse you, and on average how long would you say your foreplay would go on for?"

"i- um- i-"

"this is a safe space. everything i'm asking is purely for diagnosis reasons, there's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about, i deal with lots of clients everyday who come in and have talked about much more bizarre things and none of them are nearly as attractive as you are which makes it a lot worse when someone comes in here claiming they have sexual proclivities towards aliens or otherworldly beings."

you blush, the throwaway compliment in there didn't fly past you. "do people really ask about that?"

sana chuckles a little, "oh you'd be surprised the things people come in here about."

you laugh a little in response as well, feeling more comfortable around the doctor, "um well i guess we do all the normal stuff. kissing, whatever, um it usually lasts about... 10 minutes?" you turn to ben who shakes his head a little so you correct yourself, "20 minutes maybe. and um yeah i guess it does arouse me."

sana hums, making a few more notes, "are your nipples sensitive? your breasts? does he play with them? what about your clitoris?"

"i- um- yes... to all of those."

"have you ever orgasmed before?"

"i- yes."

she senses the hesitation in your voice, looking up curiously, "have you orgasmed during sexual relations with ben?"

you shuffle in your seat a little uncomfortably. ben looks at you expectedly, but you can't bring yourself to meet his eyes.

"yes. yes she has." ben replies for you instead when he realises you're not responding.

sana's eyes cut to his with a scowl forming on her face, "did you know only 64.4% of women are able to reach their orgasm during sex? and that number is even lower when the sex is just penetrative? in comparison, 91.3% of men reach their orgasm, in fact, sexual dysfunction in men is actually more common when men orgasm too fast."

ben raises an eyebrow defiantly, "your point doc?"

"that it's normal for women not to reach orgasm. and normal for them to fake it when their boyfriends are pretentious assholes that think they have the best game in the world but in reality, have inflated egos that would easily be shattered if he found out he wasn't as good as he thought he was. most of these women care too much about hurting their partner's feelings than to tell the truth."

ben leans forward aggressively, ignoring your protests for him to sit back down, "i don't know what kinda whack patients you got in here doc but i'm not one of them. i don't need anyone to worry about my feelings like you women do."

sana rolls her eyes, not backing down from his intimidation, "do you have any problems with sexual activity? come too fast? not able to get it up? not able to come?"

ben sputters, "w-what?! who do you think i am?!"

"it's a yes or no question."

"no! i don't have any of those problems! i told you i'm not one of your weird patients!"

"alright that's all we'll be needing from you today. i think this session will be much more productive for y/n if you leave the room. so if you'd please-" she stands up and opens the door, indicating for him to leave.

"what? you can't just kick me out! this is my girlfriend! i'm just as involved in this as she is!"

"actually, since you haven't admitted to having any problems with sex, and you've both said that foreplay and arousal is adequate, there's nothing more that involves you. so yes, i can kick you out."

ben looks back at you, his face red, but you push him forward, "just go ben don't make a scene. i'll see you outside." he frowns, sending a final glare to sana before stomping out the room.

sana closes the door softly after him, settling back down with a sigh.

"i'm so sorry about him i didn't know he would react like that i-"

"it's okay y/n. this is actually quite common. sexual dysfunction is often severely underreported in men, because of the masculine standards they put themselves up to, lots of them won't seek treatment. that's why most of the clients we get are women who come in here with their boyfriends, and a lot of the time these boyfriends don't think they have anything to do with the women's sexual dysfunction, and a lot of them can't accept that they do."

"but you just said-"

"i know what i said. and it's true that if your foreplay is indeed enough and arousing for you, and that this isn't because of any sexual dysfunction he may have, then it no longer directly regards him. however, just because it doesn't directly involve him, doesn't mean it's got absolutely nothing to do with him. i do think i have an idea of what you're going through, but to confirm i'd like to ask a couple more questions if that's okay with you? and hopefully you can be fully honest with me now that ben isn't here."

you shuffle in your seat a little. "yeah of course."

she smiles, going back to her notepad, "so backtracking a bit, i'm assuming ben hasn't been able to make you orgasm?"

you blush, shaking your head.

"how about with previous partners? is there anything they've done that's helped you reach that orgasm or are there any similarities you can think about between them?"

"mm well for one, i've only ever been able to come when i'm with women."

"oh?" sana looks up again over her specs, a twinkle in her eye.

"u-um yeah and with them it's mostly um, using their hands or oral, and even then i normally need at least some clitoral stimulation to come. i have tried using dildos before but i also find it a little too painful, but i'm at least able to bear it when it's with a woman, with ben i kinda just push him off because it's all too much."

"i see. that's quite normal. most women do require clitoral stimulation to be able to orgasm. a very small proportion of women are actually able to come from penetration alone. do you masturbate?"

you blush again, fiddling with your fingers, but her friendly smile reassures you, "yes. well- less since i've been with ben because he doesn't really like it when he finds out i've touched myself. he gets a little offended and always says i don't need to masturbate when i have him. he takes offense because he thinks i'm doing it since he's not doing a good enough job or something."

"hmm." she hums, jotting something else down, "is he doing a good enough job? i know you said foreplay was fine but i just wanted to check in on that again."

"he's alright i guess. like most men i've been with in the past he does kinda rush things a little, and he does do foreplay it's just a little rougher than i like sometimes. i also think um-" you blush, eyes flickering around the room.

"mm?" sana smiles gently again, encouraging you.

"i think he has trouble finding my clit? or i don't know he always kinda fumbles around when he fingers me so his hands always brush against my clit a little too rough and then he presses down on parts where he thinks it is and asks me if it feels good."

sana hums again, writing down some more notes before the next question. "so back to masturbation, before ben, how often would you say you masturbated?"

"oh u-um, maybe like once a month?"

"and you're able to make yourself come?"

"sometimes. sometimes it just gets too tiring and i end up just falling asleep."

"i see." sana writes a few finishing notes and then places her notepad on the table. "so from what you've told me today, it would seem like you have something called genito-pelvic pain or penetration disorder. normally this sort of behaviour has to go on for at least 6 months before it is diagnosable, but even though it’s only been two months for you, we can still work on ways to improve your symptoms. so there's nothing physically wrong with you or your body, this is more of a cognitive response to a fear of pain from penetration. what happens is because of this fear, you're vaginal muscles tighten when you're about to have sex, they're trying to protect you from this invasive thing that's going to enter your body and that it thinks will cause you a lot of pain. this is why it's so much more painful when someone does penetrate you, because you're muscles are already working actively to try and push it out, they only get tighter and tighter making sex more painful for you. this kinda creates this cycle of fear because it does hurt when you have sex, so the next time it happens, your muscles learn to anticipate this pain and try to close you off from this external invasion. does that kinda make sense?"

you nod a little hazily, the words floating around in your head.

"it's a good thing that you're still able to take penetration though. in some extreme cases women's vaginas have been sealed so tight penis penetration is impossible. now there aren't any medications for this unfortunately, but the main treatment is to unlearn this fear that's maintaining the disorder, and eventually you'll be able to engage in sex that is enjoyable for you again."

"how would i unlearn that?"

"well first of all, masturbation helps. a lot. you say you were only really doing it once a month in the past but actually, masturbating weekly or even twice a week is perfectly normal. and i know you said your boyfriend doesn't really like it but... well it's your body right? if he can't make you feel good then you need to start learning how to make yourself feel good. you need to start turning sex into a positive experience again. later down the line, that also means a lot more foreplay than what you're currently doing. i'm talking like an hour at least. using lube as well will be extremely useful, even if you are wet, it always helps to be fully prepared for that first penetration. i know this all sounds like a lot right now so we'll start slow. would you mind getting up on the examination table and taking off your pants and underwear. i'd like to examine your pelvic muscles a little more closely."

you nod, shuffling onto your feet and beginning to strip out of your clothes. sana pays you no mind, grabbing a new pair of gloves and slipping them on. you figure sana has done this plenty of times in the past, there was nothing to be embarrassed about. well... aside from the fact that sana was really pretty and her really pretty hands were about to be touching you and-

she's turning back around when you lay on the examination table, hands crossed on your stomach, fiddling with your fingers. you avoid her gaze but catch the way her eyes linger a little on your legs. she moves closer towards you, you keep your gaze fixed on the ceiling, feeling the tips of your ears go red at the attention.

she giggles a little and you're confused, "y/n you have to open your legs for me to be able to see anything."

"oh right i- um-" you shyly spread your legs apart, revealing your cleanly shaven lips.

sana squeezes something into her hand, "this is just lube. to see your pelvic muscles in action means i'll have to part your walls so i'm just lubricating them to make it a little more comfortable for you." she looks up at you, waiting for your consent, and when you nod, she gets straight to work.

you gasp at the cold feeling of the lubricant running down your folds, wiggling a little. then, sana's hands come in and start massaging the lube along your folds, spreading it so it covers the entire surface area of your core, fingers gentle as she spreads the liquid. your breath catches a little when she bypasses your clit, squeezing your hands together, and trying your best to not make any inappropriate sounds while in your doctor's office.

you sneak a glance down at her, watching the way she has her lip caught between her teeth while she focuses, eyes glued to your folds. she spreads your lips and starts applying the lube on your inner folds as well, meticulous with her work, making sure no slice of skin was missed.

"i'm going to start prodding around your entrance now alright?"

you can only choke out a hum in response, not trusting your voice to give away the fact that this was turning you on very much.

one of her fingers glides down to your entrance, her other hand still holding your lips open, and she starts to poke gently at your entrance, you can feel when a short fingernail dips in just slightly, wiggling around a little to try and loosen you up. at this point you're kinda glad sana went with the lube because it meant she couldn't tell she was actually getting you spectacularly wet on her own, your own slick mixing with the lube she's spread all over.

she starts pushing a finger in very slowly, but you cringe a little and shuffle your hips when she's about a knuckle in. she pulls out gently, "hurts?"

you nod, "a little."

she starts pressing gently against your folds again, "i'm just going to try massage your folds from the outside, hopefully it'll get your muscles to relax a little with some stimulation."

it is relaxing, the way she's gently pressing into you, it’s certainly never like anything you’ve felt before, it turns you on, but also eases you, it’s a combination you’ve never experienced.

when she gently runs a finger over the hood of your clit your hips jerk and you gasp.

“sorry! too much?” sana backs away quickly, hands raised so you can see she’s no longer touching you.

you inhale, forcing yourself to look at her, your gaze a little blurry, eyes lidded, “n-no. that was- g-good actually.” your voice is a lot scratchier than it was, you can’t believe how turned on you are from just minutes of being with her. “a-actually would it- um- are you allowed to take your gloves off? like if you want to! you don’t have to if you think it’s gross or anything i just think it could help a little so you can feel exactly where your skin and nails touch me.”

sana raises an eyebrow, seeming to consider you, and you want to crawl back into your pants, run away and never see be seen in public again the longer she takes to regard you.

but then wordlessly, she takes her gloves off, flicking them into the bin and reaching for the bottle of lube.

“oh um- you don’t have to. i’m wet enough i think.”

sana smirks then, squeezing some into her palm, “oh sweetie i know. remember what i said about lubing up anyway though? there can never be too much lube.”

you blush at the pet name, gritting your teeth when you feel the cool liquid and the soft touch of her fingers again. except this time it’s so much more real, you can feel every single brush, every stroke, every movement of her fingers against you. when she brushes against your clit again, you can’t help the faint moan you let out. your cheeks burn in embarrassment when you feel her still her movements against you. “s-sorry i-“

“it’s okay. you can make as many sounds as you want. just relax. stop thinking sweetie.” she brushes over your clit again, with a little more purpose this time, and you let out another whimper, trying to stop your hips from grinding against her hand.

the next few minutes are torturous. you're biting back moans every 2 seconds, focusing on keeping your hips solidly on the examination table, hands clenched tight together, you’re so wet you can hear the way she's sliding through your folds much more easily now, able to insert the entire length of her fingernail in with each stroke downwards. your breathing has gotten observably heavier, each inhale and exhale is strained, and you certainly couldn’t look at sana anymore, eyes glazed, just trying to focus on not giving yourself away.

"i’m gonna try go in again now okay?"

you nod, a little desperately, closing your eyes to block out the sight of her between your legs.

she gently prods at your entrance, now able to slide a knuckle in fairly easily, you feel like jelly around her, unable to control your own movements when you jolt downwards, sucking in more of her finger and moaning at the feeling.

“alright?”

“mhm just- just do it.”

“do what sweetie?”

“just- you know-“

“hmm?” she slips a little further in, and you clench around her, your muscles trying to trap her inside of you.

“f-fuck- i- yeah- fuck-“

she giggles a little and you flush, you realise again that she’s very attractive and very good with her hands and those hands are now inching even deeper into you, and before you know it, she’s got her entire finger buried inside of you.

you’re breathless at the feeling.

“painful at all?”

“n-no. not at all. feels- um- g-good.”

you can hear the smirk in her voice when she teases, “you feel good.”

you clench around her at the praise, unaware that sana’s trying her very best to stay as professional as possible, despite wanting so badly to rid you of all your clothes and fuck you until you were moulded to only be able to take her.

“relax baby. i’m going to slide back out now okay?”

you whine when you feel her retreating slowly, your walls gripping her finger, urging her to stay inside. but she comes out until just the tip of her finger is in you, and then pushes in again, filling you up deliciously.

you exhale deeply, back arching at the feeling.

“good?”

“fuck- so fucking good oh god-“

she’s pulling out and pushing in again, slow and careful, watching your body for any signs of pain and fixed on the way your face contorts in pleasure at the feeling of being sexually satisfied for the first time in months.

“think you can take another?” you peek open your eyes to find that sana looks slightly more dishevelled than before, her breathing also a little irregular now, her voice low with lust. you gulp at the sight.

“y-yeah.”

now that you've caught a glimpse of her, you can't look away, your eyes tracing the way her gaze is a little clouded, her tongue peaking out to wet her lips. then she's pushing in again with a second finger, rubbing your clit lightly with her other hand and pressing down onto the external parts of your folds to get you to loosen up.

you suck her in easily, whimpering a little when she stops and looks up at you in concern.

"k-keep going p-please- i can take it- fuck-"

so she continues her journey, pressing in deeper, and deeper, until she's able to fit two fingers snugly inside of you. you moan when she fills you up, pulsing around her, muttering curses and hands moving to hold onto the sides of the examination table.

but then, sana's pulling out again, and this time she doesn't come back. she clears her throat, moving towards the sink in her office to wash herself up.

you clamber onto your elbows hazily, completely soaked and watch in confusion as she dries her hands, her cheeks flushed.

"i think that's enough for today y/n. you can use the sink and this towel here to clean yourself up and get dressed. i'll wait for you outside." she doesn't spare you another glance and slips outside the room, closing it behind her to give you some privacy.

you take a second to recover because what the fuck just happened? you can only follow her instructions dumbly, picking up the towel she's left for you and cleaning yourself up, still incredibly sensitive when you twitch with each swipe along your folds. you put your clothes back on and rearrange your hair so that it doesn't look like you were just about to come mere minutes ago.

once you're tidied up and you've cleared your mind, or at least pushed all the lustful thoughts about being fucked into the table aside, you step outside the office, looking around to find that sana's with ben at the front desk, talking to the receptionist.

you clear your throat to announce your presence when you walk up to them. ben seems to have calmed down and he kisses your cheek sweetly when you sidle up next to him. you take note of the way sana eyes the action, her grip on the pen getting just a little tighter.

"alright y/n. i talked with ben to get an idea of your availability so i hope it's okay that i've booked you in for another session in about 2 weeks."

"yes that's fine!" your voice comes out unintentionally higher than you meant it to. the nerves and confusion hitting you at once.

"and i'll also set you a little homework. like we talked about, masturbation is key to getting better. so here's a self-care kit, it's got a clitoral vibrator and a few different dildo sizes as well as a couple of bottles of lube. i want you to try using the vibrator first, get used to the feeling of orgasming, and then start to bring in the smallest dildo. ben can watch if you want him to or help, but just remember what i said about making sex a positive experience. that's the main purpose of all of this, just relearning that sex is good and that it’s meant to be fun and enjoyable. i'll check with you in 2 weeks how the progress is going and we'll go from there. any questions?"

the entire time she talks to you, she barely looks into your eyes, it's clear she's already discussed all of this with ben who looks more than happy to be a bystander to your sexual pleasure if it meant he would be able to have sex with you later on. you find yourself a little disappointed that she won't acknowledge you. you shake your head no, and she slides you a few forms and the self-care package she mentioned, discreetly wrapped and in a cute little takeaway bag.

"great i'll see you in two weeks y/n. if you'll excuse me now." she sidesteps you and walks briskly back into her office, your eyes trail after her, but you shake the feelings from your head, refocusing on the present and the way ben has his arm wrapped around you.

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it's a fortnight later and you're sitting in a familiar waiting room, this time without ben because you convinced him to stay behind after his retaliatory actions the last time he was here. maybe you also just wanted to see sana alone but you weren't going to tell him that.

if you were being honest, sana hasn't left your mind once since you left the clinic two weeks ago. even when you were completing her assigned homework tasks, it wasn't broad muscles and rugged facial hair that you were thinking of, no matter how hard you tried, your thoughts always drifted back to the way sana had handled you so carefully, the way her fingers felt inside you, how she paid attention to every single reaction you made, every small sound, twitch, how attentive she was. and sometimes your thoughts drifted into territory that was a little more imaginative. those usually consisted of sana using the various toys she'd given you to bring you to heights you weren't able to bring yourself to.

"y/n?"

your head snaps up at the voice. you beam seeing her, she has her hair up today, pretty earrings and perfect features accentuated. she smiles in response at you, gesturing you to follow her to her office.

you settle into the familiar office again, much more relaxed and excited than the last time you were here.

"i see you're looking a lot more chipper than 2 weeks ago." sana comments with a smile, grabbing her notepad that you recognise from last week.

"just happy to see you again."

her smile fades a little at that, but you don't let that discourage you.

"right... so tell me how your fortnight has been. have you attempted to have sex with your boyfriend again? uh... bryson was it? or brendan?"

"ben. and no we haven't had sex again. i also took your advice and let masturbation be just a personal experience. he asked to watch and help but i told him it would be better if he didn't."

"that's good to hear. how has the masturbation been?"

"great! you were right! i've forgotten what having sex just for the sake of doing it for myself felt like. i've spent so long thinking i enjoyed it when i was really just an item for my partner's satisfaction. in a sense that brought me joy as well, being able to provide a source of happiness for them, but i realised that that's not a healthy thing to keep doing."

sana smiles genuinely, "very good y/n. i'm glad that masturbation has helped you realised that. how about your vaginal muscles? did you try using the dildos in the self care package?"

"um- yes i did but- i was actually hoping- uh-"

"hmm? what is it?"

"well i still haven't really been able to cum from using the dildos, only from the vibrator. it's not as painful anymore to put them in, and i'm still working up the sizes, but it still doesn't really feel good? like it just feels like there's something in me, it doesn't really derive pleasure or anything like that."

sana hums, thinking a little, writing down a few notes before closing her notepad. "would you show me?"

"i- um- sorry what?"

"how you've been masturbating. it may be something with the technique, but if it's something else more serious, i'd need to know about it."

"oh! yeah of course." you stumble upwards, repeating your movements from 2 weeks ago, stripping of your clothes, except this time, you take your top off as well.

sana yelps and turns around at your abrupt show of skin.

"something wrong sana?"

"oh- um- no nothing i just thought- um- i didn't think there was reason for your top to be off as well-"

"you wanted to see how i touched myself right? i generally try and stimulate my tits as well since my nipples are quite sensitive."

"right... yes of course." she turns around again, avoiding your gaze and looking to the floor, waiting for you to get on the examination table.

your lips quirk a little at how shy she's being, "is something the matter sana? you see naked bodies all the time in this line of work don't you? and you pretty much saw me naked last time as well..."

sana blushes even brighter, "um- well- yes but- most of my patients tend to be middle aged and they certainly aren't as attractive as you are."

"you think i'm attractive?" you're laid on the examination table now, head turned to the side so you can watch as the doctor fumbles where she's seated, still not looking at you.

"i- um- well- forgive me- i'm trying really hard to be professional right now and-"

"is that why you left in such a hurry during our last session?" you start trailing your hands over yourself, finding yourself easily aroused in the presence of the other woman.

"oh- um- well- yes i- i didn't want to make you uncomfortable-"

you moan gently when a practiced hand glides up to squeeze softly at a tit, the other sliding down slowly towards your centre. "you could never make me uncomfortable sana. well actually... i was only really uncomfortable when you left me so empty last time. i couldn't wait to go home and try out the toys you gave me, i haven't felt so turned on in so long and i needed to get that out of my system as soon as i could." you're trying to get a rise out of her, but everything you're saying is the truth anyway.

sana's eyes are on you now, wide and a little shocked at the words coming out of your mouth, and you revel in the way that meant her eyes now travelled your body. you try and angle yourself so she can see the way you squeeze at your breast, brushing over a nipple lightly with your palm and watching it pebble in reaction, your other hand dipping down to trace along your folds, finding that you're already dripping, the fact that the object of your sexual desires for the last 2 weeks is now only inches away from you, watching you touch yourself, driving you further off the edge of sanity.

"y/n..." sana's voice comes out almost 2 octaves lower than her usual register. you catch the way she wets her lips and crosses her legs.

"i'm so wet already i don't even need lube. and i know you kept saying to use it no matter what and trust me i did when i got myself off at home, but right now, just look-" you bring your hand up from between your legs, making an obscene display of licking your fingers and sucking on them, making sure she could see the arousal that coated your fingers.

sana's jaw tightens at the sight, she shuffles a little in her seat, unconsciously moving closer towards you.

"you don't have to worry about being unprofessional sana. i promise i want this just as much as you do right now." you slide your hand back down yourself, finding your clit easily after the practice you've gotten over the last fortnight, and rubbing circles around it.

"bold of you to assume i want this. this is my job after all." you leak at the register in her voice, it's something you've only been able to imagine in your fantasies.

"you don't want me?" you pout a little, turning onto your side so your entire body is facing her, your arm pushing your breasts together while a finger tugs gently on a nipple, your other hand still rubbing fast little circles into your clit.

sana chuckles darkly, her eyes closing, she seems to be trying to force herself to keep still.

"because just to be clear... i've thought about how you touched me every single time i came these past two weeks." your breath hitches when you recall the way you'd vigorously rub one out to her, sometimes multiple times a day ever since you started masturbating again. "i- oh fuck- no one has gotten me that turned on in such a short amount of time ever- nng- and i'd think about the way you felt inside me, and how careful and gentle you were- fuck- and then i'd think about how rough you could get as well- oh- and how i'd try and be so good for you- can you- can you pass me the dildo? i think i can slide the smallest one in now-"

she gets up from her seat wordlessly, exuding a dark aura that makes you clench your thighs in anticipation. she moves towards your bag, digging for the package and pulling it out, taking the smallest dildo and then moving back towards you. her pupils are blown, hungrily drinking you in, your fingers speed up just a little at the attention.

you reach out a hand mid-moan, asking for her to pass you the toy.

but she clicks her tongue, pushing your hand away gently and lubing up the toy herself.

you gulp, turning so you're laid flat on your back again, spreading your legs so she can see just how wet you were.

her eyes meet yours briefly, and you adore the way she checks in and makes sure you're okay with this, and you nod, giving her permission before she's sliding the dildo into you.

"oh shit-"

sana hums, pushing the little gold dildo in further, transfixed on the way your fingers move just a little rougher around your clit with every centimetre.

when she's completely inside you moan, clenching around the dildo, it was a comfortable size inside you.

"any pain?" her voice is rough, laced with barely concealed lust.

you whine, "n-no- you can move."

she starts pulling out, and it is almost painful the threat of being empty leaving you desperate, grinding down to try and keep her inside you, but she pushes back in, just a second faster this time and you moan unabashedly.

"f-fuck-" she starts up a rhythm, pulling out of you, then pushing back in, each time a second faster than the last.

you rub your clit, faster, harder, pulling on your nipple, switching to the other one to make sure both were attended to, you've never been built up this quickly. even when you were masturbating you had taken her advice and teased yourself for at least an hour before you got anywhere close to cumming.

you crave her, eyes lidded watching the way the veins in her arms become a little more visible when she thrusts in a little harder. you can hear the examination table shaking under you, you can't keep still at all, trying to meet her on each thrust, the tools and materials clattering about loudly. the possibility that someone could hear you outside flies across your mind but you can barely give it a second thought, in fact, it turns you on even more knowing that you were getting fucked by the most gorgeous doctor that you've been obsessed with the last fortnight, and on the other side of the door everyone was just going about their regular days, having no idea the heights of pleasure she was bringing you to.

"o-oh s-sana oh my god- holy fuck-"

"hmm? good?"

"yes yes so good- oh my god you feel so good inside me i'm gonna- oh fuck-"

"do you mind if i..."

you look down at her, vision a little blurry but you can tell she's asking to do something, "yes yes oh god- whatever- you can do whatever you want to me- oh fuck-"

you feel a soft hand come to rest on your stomach, sliding down to just a little below your belly button, and then it presses down just gently, "oh fuck!" your hips jolt upwards, pleasure running up your spine.

sana stops the pressure but keeps her hand on your lower stomach, "was that okay?"

"god yes- oh sana you're gonna make me cum please-"

so she presses down again, a little harder this time, and you feel the coil in you snap, white enroaching your vision, your thighs shaking, head tilted back, a high-pitched gasp leaving your mouth, feeling completely breathless.

sana waits for you to come down patiently, helping you through your orgasm, continuing her thrusts into your cunt but slower and much gentler.

eventually, you feel your back and hips meet the surface of the examination table under you again, breathing heavily and opening your eyes slowly.

sana's moved next to you, brushing strands of hair out of your face, you preen into her touch. but the next thing she does has you clenching tightly around the dildo that's still inside you. she brings her fingers to her mouth, sucking them in and making a show of wrapping her tongue around them. "exquisite."

you blush, clenching your thighs together at the sight.

she gives you a slow once-over again, before exhaling shakily and turning away, moving to the sink to clean up a little. you struggle a little to sit up, still recovering from your mind-shaking orgasm, and you're about to pull the dildo out of you when she speaks up again, still with her back turned to you.

"keep it inside you. that'll be your homework task for the next fortnight until our next session." she turns around, seeming to have collected herself a little better, her eyes fixed only on your face, purposely avoiding the rest of your body.

you sluggishly start to clean yourself up, wincing a little each time you accidentally move the dildo inside you.

"so you are able to come from penetration, you don't have to worry about that. and it's normal that you need some clitoral or other stimulation to be able to orgasm, often just penetration isn't enough. for the next fortnight i want you to continue masturbating, but i want you to practice leaving a dildo inside yourself afterwards, so your vaginal muscles get used to the feeling of something being inside. you can slowly work your way up the sizes, just don't push yourself and make sure you stop if it starts becoming too painful."

you nod, trying to bring your breathing back to a normal pace while you slip your clothes back on.

"alright. were there any other concerns you wanted to talk about?"

you shake your head, coming to a stand.

"okay. you can make the next appointment with the receptionist out front. i'll see you in 2 weeks y/n."

you nod, again, walking out the door when she opens it for you, but turning back before she can close it catching her a little by surprise, "thank you sana. i look forward to seeing you again soon." your voice is still a little scratchy but sana blushes, pursing her lips and nodding, closing the door after you.

you sigh a little dreamily, feeling more blissed out than you've been in a long time.

❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

this continues between the two of you for a few months.

you loved teasing sana and getting her out of her professional state. once you had worn lingerie under your coat to see her. you laugh remembering the way her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as soon as you took off your coat when you were in the privacy of her office. you'd let her fuck you however she wanted, and then you'd use each new experience to get you off during the fortnight that she'd give you new exercises, all increasing in intensity to help build you up to being able to take an average sized penis.

your favourite one to think about was that week that ben started complaining about how you'd been seeing sana for so long that surely you'd be able to take him by now. he insisted on coming to your next appointment but he was forced to sit outside and wait for you. little did he know you were on the other side of the door, a hand clamped over your mouth, the other holding you up against the door with your breasts pressed against it while sana railed into you from behind. of course she kept harnesses in her office. she had said they were mainly there for educational purposes, to show people how to put one on properly so it was safe and wasn't hurting anyone, it was just an added benefit that she also used them to pound into you with increasing dildo sizes each fortnight.

you lean onto your elbows while you watch her wash off the dildo she had just used on you. it was the biggest one yet and you're still fluttering a little remembering the way it filled you up while you rode her.

"what?" she turns around, drying off the dildo and slipping it back into your bag, pulling her shirt back on.

"just think you're nice to look at."

she rolls her eyes playfully, "shut up y/n."

you wiggle your eyebrows, "make me."

she glances at you, narrowing her eyes a little but making no effort to move closer, "as if you could go another round. you came so hard just then."

you giggle and sigh in satisfaction, resting your cheek on a hand, "i did. you're so good at what you do."

sana hums, finishing getting dressed and looking semi-presentable, settling back into her seat, but her expression changes a little while she studies you.

"what's up?"

"... have you tried having sex again with your boyfriend?"

"i told you i haven't."

she hums again, mind drifting elsewhere and you shrug, sitting up and starting to clean yourself up. "you can try now y'know? you were able to take that dildo and that's pretty much the average size of a penis already. unless he's bigger than that...?"

you scoff, shuffling into your pants, "no. he's actually smaller than the one you just used on me."

"then you should try having sex again."

you pull your shirt over your head, thinking over what she's saying. instead of sitting down in your own seat you climb into her lap, her arms wrapping around you automatically, hands gripping your waist while you make yourself comfortable. "doesn't that mean i won't be able to see you anymore?"

sana chuckles a little emptily, "i'm your sex therapist y/n. you knew this was going to end eventually."

"yeah but you don't fuck your other clients do you?"

sana laughs then, you feast in the sound. "no, no i don't."

"good. i was actually thinking..."

"hm?" she brings a hand up to your cheek, brushing slightly.

"would you... i don't know... like... i think about you when i get off yeah but i also think about you like... all the time..."

"mhm."

"so i was wondering if... i don't know if you felt the same if you wanted to like hang out outside of here? and like i don't mean to have sex i mean like go on a date maybe...?" you're shy, bringing this question up, blushing and avoiding her eyes.

"you have a boyfriend y/n." she deadpans.

"well yeah but i was thinking of breaking up with him anyway. now that you're bringing up having sex with him again i don't want that, and i don't want to stop seeing you. i guess just- just the threat that this all might be over soon- well i don't want it to be over. i like you sana." you say a little more firmly this time, meeting her eyes with decisiveness.

sana smiles then, all eyes, leaning in to peck you gently, "come back in a fortnight and we'll see. if you're no longer with him then... maaaybe i'll let you take me out."

your eyes brighten at her response, jumping out of her lap with excitement, "really?! oh my god i'll call him right now and do it-" you're reaching for your phone in your bag when she laughs, pulling you back into her

"don't do it over the phone silly. not even he deserves that."

you pout a little but it’s quickly wiped away when sana kisses you, lips slotting perfectly against yours with practiced ease. you sigh into her, addicted to the feeling, the taste, the smell of her. it was probably the easiest decision of your life, choosing your sex therapist over your boyfriend.

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Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four (here)

Chapter Four

"I can't believe you bought an apartment just to store food." Jill said as the two of you stood in the doorway to the new apartment of Sam Franzelli.

A.K.A you.

"Well, it isn't just to store food, y'know. We could use it as a secret base." You walked in, looking around. It was a small studio apartment. It was perfect. As of now, it was kinda of barren though. Maybe you could both decorate it? Buy some cool thingy-ma-bobs? Paint a wall? Have Jill possibly get some of said paint for said wall on her cheek which you could wipe off with your thumb, causing the moment to be suddenly charged with tensio—

You’re getting off topic.

Point is, you both should totally decorate the place. You’ll take Jill shopping with you later.

"You mean an evil lair?” She murmured warily. “I'm assuming we're going to be plotting murders in this place." She walked in after you.

"Jill, if you think about it too much, you're gonna get that traumatized look in your eye." You chided as you both came to a stop in front of what was actually going to store your food.

"What look?" She sounded offended.

"You know which one." You replied as she gave you that slightly traumatized look you’ve been seeing a lot lately on her face. You gave her a pat on the cheek before turning your sights on the item, missing the both flustered and bewildered look she gave you for that action. She also looked to the item that was going to be used for [Name]’s food storage.

"And you also bought an ice cream freezer to keep bodies in." She said, looking like she was imagining all the future murders and getting more and more pale with each image that popped into her mind.

"Yup. All we need now is someone evil, deserving, won't be missed, and under 18 cubic feet.” You almost rubbed your hands together like a supervillain. Good thing you aren’t.

Jill paused and slowly looked to you. “We aren’t gonna kill your dad.”

“…Not what I was going to say, but it is extremely interesting to me that that’s where your mind immediately went.”

She gave you the most suspicious look. “I have no idea how that guy even trusted us, especially you, to have this place.”

That guy, was the skeevy, balding landlord. You remembered the interview like it was yesterday. Which it was!

//Flashback//

The man rubbed his oily mustache as he looked between both you and Jill. Neither of you knew how to dress for this, so you both ended up in extremely businesslike wear.

Jill in a pantsuit. Nice.

The landlord didn’t look pleased though. Likely because he was sitting across two teenagers, which under normal circumstances, wouldn’t even be able to afford an apartment. You didn’t blame him for that, after all, it’s not like the guy would know you could actually pay for it. Or at least use your father’s money to pay for it.

“Name one reason I should even consider renting you both an apartment…” The man trailed off to look down at the paperwork in front of him. “… Mx and Ms Franzelli. Are you both siblings?”

“Married—” You started, ignoring the look Jill gave you for saying that.

The man cut you off before you could continue talking. “Is that even legal?” He asked, looking between the two of you once more.

“I’m… sure it is somewhere.” Jill said, turning her look onto the landlord. “But as for why you should consider giving us the apartment, we can pay.”

“With what money?” The greasy man asked condescendingly.

“This money.” You placed your father’s black card down onto the table. You held it under a finger.

The man glanced at it. “That’s fake.”

“No, it isn’t. We could do a type of up front payment if you’re so unsure.” Jill offered with a super serious expression that made you feel tingly.

“Fine. Five hundred dollars. Now.” The man demanded, probably thinking they couldn’t pay.

“You got one of those card paying machines?” You asked, trying to mimic Jill’s seriousness.

“Of course.” The man sneered.

//Flashback End//

It was actually a couple days later, by which point you were starving, that you finally came to the idea about who to kill.

See, the two of you were walking back to Jill’s apartment when all of a sudden, a police car pulled up and two officers got out of a car to shoot at a random man walking down the street. When the man went down, the two cops arrested him and threw him into the back of the car, probably to bleed out and die.

“Jill. I know.” You said with a little bit too wide of a grin.

“Know what?” She looked to you, definitely disturbed by said grin.

“I know who my meal’s going to be.” You sounded a little excited. You thought that was valid considering you hadn’t eaten in a couple days.

“What?” She somehow sounded both panicked and relieved.

She pulled you all the way to her apartment and all but threw you onto her couch. Hot. Wait no.

“Explain.” She had her hands on her hips as she looked down on you with eyes that very clearly demanded answers.

“Okay. So remember how we saw those cops?”

“Yeah?” She obviously didn’t know where you were going with this.

“Okay, so when I saw those cops, I thought good. Then I thought that the opposite of good was bad. Then I remembered that the people I’m gonna eat are gonna be bad people. Then I realized that most people who are bad are criminals and who arrests criminals?” You sounded like you were rambling, but you swear you had a point.

“Cops.”

“Cops! Right. And who also throws criminals into jail?” You spoke with a little too much enthusiasm.

“Also cops?”

“Right! So then I thoug—”

“How about you just tell me what your idea is?”

You frowned and then sighed dramatically. “Fine… I wanna go pay someone’s bail and then eat them.”

She looked like she was about to say something to that. “Wait… that’s actually kind of smart.”

“You sound so astounded by that.” You murmured.

“I am. And once we bail them out, we can take them here or wherever else and kill them. And when they don’t show up for their court date, we can just say they skipped town!”

“And no one’s gonna give a shit cause we’re in Gotham!”

“Yeah!” Jill also sounded a little enthusiastic as she spoke. You weren’t going to comment lest she look traumatized again.

The next day, after taking a cab to Gotham City Jail, both you and Jill stood inside of the building talking to the officer at the behind the a gate between the three of you. The man sat at a desk, typing at the computer every now and then.

“ID?” The tired looking cop held a tired hand out for it.

“Uh… well here’s the thing…” You trailed off as your eyes trailed down to his name tag. “Mr Lopez.”

The man rose a brow.

“Why don’t you just take a look yourself?” Jill sighed and slipped it to him from in between the bars’ gaps. The man looked at it.

“You’re both seventeen.” The man drawled, handing it back to Jill. “You can’t pay a bail unless you’re legal, I’m assuming you knew that?”

“Well, yes, but we’re close enough, aren’t we? Can’t you just let this one slide?” She asked, probably worried that if they couldn’t get somewhere from here, you’d end up jumping a random person.

You slid a Benjamin through the bars. “Besides, we have a little something to sweeten the deal.” You’d always wanted to say a line like that. You sounded so cool.

The officer working the counter stared at the bill for a long minute. After a while, you both thought he might snitch and call his boss. That’d be really really bad too! Bribery? On your record? No! The man eventually pulled a pen out from somewhere, probably his ass, and marked the bill. That seemed to do nothing as the pen didn’t mark it. Mr Lopez still slid the bill into his shirt pocket. “Fine.” He looked around. “Come here.” He gestured with his hand as he pressed the button for a door nearby to open. When you both stepped through, you realized you were both in the room behind the metal bars. You both approached him. He pointed to the computer.

“These are everybody with available bails to pay. You said you were looking for specific people, right? No family, friends, did something real bad?”

“Yup.” You said as you and Jill nodded a little dumbly, surprised he was actually helping.

Mr Lopez tapped the keyboard, the clacking going on for a bit before he pointed to the screen once more. “I can’t say much about friends, but these three have no family, and each committed some kind of premeditated murder. Does that count as bad enough?”

“Yes sir.” Jill said, looking between you, Mr Lopez and the computer rapidly.

“Then these are your options, I suppose.” The officer relaxed into his chair, staring at the screen as he folded his hands over his stomach.

You and Jill gave each other a look.

“Which would you say is the worst?” Jill asked hesitantly.

“Oh. Caleb Patrick all the way. He murdered four children, ages 6 to 12. A real sick fuck.” The officer spat, glaring at the screen. At least it was nice to know the man didn’t condone murder, unlike bribery.

As for this cuntstick of a murder…

“We’ll take him!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands together as you stood straight up.

This guy was perfect!

After the completing the paperwork and handing Mr Lopez a few more Benjamins, the wait for the jerkoff’s release felt like forever. It was during that wait that you told Jill to go ahead to Franzelli’s apartment to set the thing up. Y’know, the standard murder stuff? Place tarps everywhere, throw on a raincoat, block any exits besides the one you and this little kid murdering fuck are gonna enter through.

“I’m not gonna just leave you to deal with this guy alone.” She whispered to you as you both sat in some shitty chairs, waiting for the guy.

“But you have to get the place ready!” You whisper-yelled back. You didn’t want blood to stain Sam’s new floors!

It took a lot of arguing back and forth until you finally convinced her to go. Coincidentally, as soon as she left, the prick came in.

“Mr Patrick!” You stood, forcing your best, nicest smile.

“Who the fuck’re you?” The cuckhold of a man, snarled.

“I’m the one who bailed you out of jail.” Your eyes trailed down to look him over. No ankle monitor for this guy? You didn’t know whether to be happy or disappointed in that failure from the justice system. Then again, him having no ankle monitor makes this a whole lot easier.

That man seemed confused about that. “I don’t know you though. Why’re you doin’ this.”

“Well, you see Mr Patrick, me and my associate who left earlier, are apart of a reformation program!” You exclaimed, the happiness not forced anymore as you thought of all the ways you were going to eat him. “The people we work with are reformed into the best person they can be. Murder? No more murdering! Thievery? No more thieving! You get the idea. We’re going to show you to your new apartment. Come now.” You grabbed his arm and dragged the man along. “Chop! Chop! Mr Patrick!”

Getting into a cab with a kid killer was something you never thought you’d be doing. Nor did you think you’d ever be making “pleasant” conversation with the man to pass the time. You supposed it was easier to do that when you were fantasizing about eating the man’s earlobes.

The onion rings of the human body.

When you and the man finally went into Sam’s apartment complex and went into Sam��s apartment. It was nicely wrapped.

“The place is so… siranwrappy.” The shitbag muttered.

“It’s to keep the place clean of any dust.” You said, unable to stop a smile from crossing your face at the sight of Jill huddled in a corner in her rain coat waiting until her moment to pop out.

You talked more with the piece of trash until she finally spoke, causing the dickwad’s head to turn to her. With that, you immediately and quietly rushed away to put on your own raincoat.

Jill entertained him until you ran over, not bothering to be quiet anymore to jump on the man’s back and rip his throat out with your teeth.

When you were finally done with him, the two of you took to stuffing him into the freezer. When it was all over and you were now mostly covered in his blood, Jill gave you the biggest hug ever.

“I’m so glad he didn’t hurt you or something while I was gone.”

Sam’s a gender neutral name right?

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[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Requestion: New girl Cady flirts with reader which makes Regina jealous as fuck. When reader tries making it up to her, bringing flowers to her house and stuff, she discovers that Regina is actually a little insecure and feeling threatened by Cady.

Thelping

|| Regina George x fem!reader

|| Warnings; Cady trying to flirt with reader, awkward moments, jealous Regina, brief threat of killing but it's more talk than bite, insecure Regina, fluffy ending

|| Summary; when Cady talks to reader in the halls, Regina isn't too happy.

Requests open!

Started; March 2nd

Finished; March 2nd

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Finally, Calculus was over for the day. As the bell rang, you gathered up your things and headed for the door. Not hearing the hurried footsteps behind you. You had just made it into the hall way when you heard someone trying to get your attention.

"Wait, wait, wait! Y/N!" Cady caught up to you, grinning and walking beside you. Struggling to get her school bag over her shoulders, because of how much of a rush she had been in to get to you.

"Need help?" You asked.

"I think I got i-" the words weren't even out of the new girl's mouth before her bag had fallen, spilling everything inside," dang it.. okay, I need help."

Cady hadn't been at the school very long, but from what you could gather she was an awkward mess. Something the two of you seemed to have in common.

You bent down with her, helping her gather her papers and binders.

"So um- I heard Aaron's friend is hosting a party.. are you going?" Cady asked, hoping to make small talk with you. She really liked you, more than she cared to admit.

"Yeah, Regina told me about it yesterday," Cady looked like she was almost deflating at the mention of Regina. She had heard that the two of you were dating from Janis, but Cady had hoped it wasn't true.

"Oh, Regina told you? Are you two close?" She replied, her eyes looking to yours. Seeing how they seemed to almost sparkle with an unspoken passion about the blonde.

"She's my girlfriend, why?"

"Um- no reason, just curious," She awkwardly laughed, picking up the last of her papers and getting her bag sorted.

"I'll see you later, Y/N, thelping-" She paused. Thelping? C'mon Cady..

You also happened to pause when you heard her, raising an eyebrow as a smirk tugged at your lips," thelping?" You repeated.

"I was trying to say thank you for helping- but it came out thelping...." Her cheeks were bright pink.

"Okay, yolcome," you nudged her shoulder in a playful gesture. Saying yolcome instead of you're welcome.

Cady couldn't help but smile as she watched you walk away and over to Regina, who had come around the corner not too long ago. Yeah, that interaction definitely did not help her growing feelings for you.

"Absolutely not," Regina stated. Arms folded across her chest while she glared at you. She didn't like the way that Cady was looking at you.

"What?" You weren't sure why Regina was so upset with you all of a sudden. You hadn't done anything wrong, had you?

"She was flirting with you, God are you blind?" That made you stop and think for a moment. It hadn't felt like Cady was flirting with you... you were only helping her gather her stuff and had a light conversation.

"Regina, I'd hardly call that flirting."

"So, blind then. Got it," she scoffed and started walking away from you, you tried to catch up with her.

"Regina, c'mon- that wasn't-"

But the blonde completely ignored you. Figures.

It was later now, sometime into the evening when you arrived at your girlfriend's house. Determined to make things right with her. You made your way to the door and knocked, holding her favourite flowers and chocolates in your hands. Normally, you would have just walked right into the house. However, Regina was mad at you. So, you didn't want to make things worse by just showing up.

It was Regina's mom who opened the door, smiling when she saw you with the stuff in your hands," well aren't you adorable. She's just up in her room, dear."

"Um- thanks, Ms George," you replied, clearly feeling awkward by the compliment. After all, all you did was bring flowers and chocolate. It wasn't much to praise over.

You made your way through the familiar home, up the large stairs and to the bedroom you'd been in 100 times. Gently, you knocked the back of your hand against the door.

"Regina?"

There was silence, before the door opened. Revealing Regina, who looked as though she had been crying moments before.

"G..." you murmured, setting the stuff you had brought to the floor in her room and immediately wrapping your arms around her. You could feel as her body tensed against you, before her arms made their way around your waist. Her head in the crook of your neck.

The two of you stayed like that for what felt like a long while, then Regina let go. Her eyes going to the stuff you brought, followed by a scoff," you're such a simp."

You couldn't help but laugh, bumping your hip to hers in a playful manner," duh. Who wouldn't be? Have you seen you?"

She rolled her eyes and pulled you into her bedroom, you happily followed and kicked the door closed.

"And you're stupid."

"Stupidly in love with you? Yes, I agree," the two of you fell to her bed, you hovering over Regina and looking into her eyes. Wiping her tear stained cheek with your thumb," I only have eyes for you. You know that, right?"

Regina was quiet for a moment, before she spoke up again," I guess I was just... scared to lose you. But if you tell anyone I will kill you."

"Oh, I don't doubt it," you laughed, snuggling up with her," you're not going to lose me. Especially to Cady. I'm yours. Okay?"

She nodded, pulling you into a deep kiss that you more than happily returned.

[ayumigotabittoolonelyquitted]

Gojo Satoru x older reader (7 age gap) headcanons

Synopsis - as a.normal adult that lived a stressful life , who thought she'll get a reason to live, pushing all the stress aside.

Warnings ⚠️ - f!reader , older reader. Reader is 28 and he is 21! A university student.

© not canon this is just a work of fiction, fuck off if you are pissed.

♡ Younger gojo - You first meet Satoru at a café near his university, where you often stop by after work. He’s loud, effortlessly charming, and annoyingly persistent when he notices you.

♡ Younger gojo - He overhears your conversation with a friend about work stress and, in typical Gojo fashion, inserts himself into the conversation with a teasing remark.

♡ Younger gojo- He starts showing up at the café more often, making playful comments about how it must be fate that you always run into each other.

♡ Younger gojo - He shamelessly flirts with you, dropping cheesy pick-up lines like, "So, how does it feel to be my ideal type?" or "You're a whole seven years older? Damn, you’re basically my cool, sexy senpai."

♡ Younger gojo - He teases you about your ‘serious adult job,’ acting mock-impressed whenever you talk about work responsibilities.

♡ Younger gojo-Despite his playful nature, you notice he actually listens when you vent about work. He remembers little details,your annoying coworker’s name, your favorite way to destress,and brings them up later in thoughtful ways.

♡ Younger gojo -You hesitate at first because of the age gap. Seven years may not be huge, but you still see him as a reckless, flirtatious university student.

♡ Younger gojo You remind him, "Aren't you too young for me?" only for him to smirk and reply, "Nah, you're just too perfect for me to ignore."

♡ Younger gojo - He works hard to prove he’s not just some immature kid. He’s persistent, but not in an overwhelming way he gives you space while making it clear he’s serious.

♡ Younger gojo - He loves calling you "Ms. [Last Name]" just to see your reaction. You roll your eyes, but he sees the small smirk you try to hide.

♡ Younger gojo-He lives to fluster you, whispering teasing things in public just to see you struggle to keep your composure.

♡ Younger gojo-He insists on paying for dates even though you earn more than him. If you tease him about it, he pouts dramatically: "Let me be a gentleman, okay?"

♡ Younger gojo-He loves stealing your work shirts or sweaters, claiming they ‘smell like you.’ It’s his comfort when he’s drowning in university assignments.

♡ Younger gojo-You’re more level-headed, but he has a way of making life exciting. He drags you out of your routine, making you loosen up and have fun.

♡ Younger gojo-He’s surprisingly good at giving emotional support. If you ever feel overwhelmed by work, he makes you take breaks and does something stupid just to make you laugh.

♡ Younger gojo-But he’s still Gojoz,immature at times. He complains dramatically when you act too much like an ‘adult’ “Babe, stop being so responsible and come play with meee.”

♡ Younger gojo-You find yourself being the one reminding him to study, eat properly, and sleep on time. You joke about babysitting him, but deep down, you don’t really mind.

♡ Younger gojo - He casually talks about the future with you, dropping comments like "When I graduate, we should move somewhere nice."

♡ Younger gojo - You worry about how people might view your relationship, but he never lets it get to him. "Who cares what they think? I have the coolest girlfriend ever, i mean mommy-" you smacked him.

To the ones Asking me if gojo was my favourite NO he is not ☹️ my suguru bby is, why do I create so much fics about him then?

Alright so Cannonically I m similar to gojo YES I m , like seriously. When I first saw gojo , I was like , he is me , I m him. So it's like , i know myself better than anyone else, that's why I make gojo fics more often, some fics are based on real life incidents 🫦

[starkool]

omg.. so ummm i was thinking.. have u seen norton in the new story? :3 and yk how he kinda like.. didn’t say a word to Alice.. I was wondering if u can write a fic.. where norton has a s/o.. :3 in the game and only talks to them.. and everyone is just like “wtf”.. :3

ORIGINAL: chuckles evilly. LOOK NO FURTHER DEAR ANON!!! (i deleted idv awhile ago. Youtube, my friend... :3)

UPDATED: Yes. I redownloaded IDV a while ago and finished the new story quests and unfortunatly by the time i am writing this, i don't remember everything clearly, so if this has any information wrong, i apologize 😭 (lately i haven't been playing either (by lately i mean months))

Edit 2: i realized that the most popular thing ive written is exactly abt norton.. and its smut. ermmmm😓

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-At first, you had 0 idea what to expect. Your boyfriend got sent a letter inviting them to a mysterious manor and he had to go alone. You were worried for him, considering the events of his past, but you let him on his way.

-It only took a few weeks for you to recieve a letter similar to what Norton recieved — from the same manor. It mostly contained that you are invited to the manor for reasons the writer rather not disclose trough a letter.

-Considering this was the same letter that made Norton leave, you immedieatly grabbed your suitcase and started to pack a few clothing items you deemed fit.

-The ride towards the manner was long —making you nervous by every second that passed. Would you see Norton again? Did something happen to him? What is it that this mysterious person wanted to talk with you about? Aswell as with a few others who would be present?

-When you finally arrived infront of the manor, you took a deep breath. Not too sure if you were ready to hear or see what was going on inside said manor. You walked up to the door and knocked, waiting for a few seconds (Which felt like hours in your point of view) and the door opened.

-A butler opened the door. Not saying anything aside your name as a question. Wanting to confirm it was actually you.

-You nod and give the old-looking man your invite, to which he nodded and let you inside. A maid bowing infront of you slightly as a greeting, before saying that she'll be your guide, and that you were free to ask questions whenever you wanted.

-You felt like you wanted to burst into words, you had so many questions. But anxiety has sewn your mouth shut, unable to mutter a single word besides an affirmation to the maid and following her to your temporary residence.

-The tour tooj atleast 1,5 hours in your opinion. The whole manor was... giant, in your words. You asked questions here and there to the maid, to which she either responded... or not. Which made your gut feel weird, but you shrugged it off.

-You already met a few people already. Like Mr. Kreiburg...But you wouldn't actually call it a meeting. As you reached out your hand and tried to introduce yourself, he only picked up his cane and moved your hand away from him before walking past you, his face only being... sour. Quite the asshole, you thought.

-Ms. Plinius, the entomologist you saw outside the small garden of the manor. For being such a big house, the garden was for sure small to your standards. But Ms. Plinius atleast didn't... shrug you off first chance she got. She simply introduced her and went back to examining... or atleast that's what you thought she was doing with the bees.

-You also met Orpheus. He was nice. He actually conversed with you for a bit. You found out that he was a writer of some kind, and that he's mostly at the manor because of this.

-You also met Ms. DeRoss. Or how she preferred — Alice. She was also nice. She conversed with you for a bit aswell. She was a journalist, that's what you found out about her.

-As you continued to walk around the manor, trying to see if there was anyone else, you had no luck. When you peeked inside the last room and you didn’t see anyone, you sighed.

-Wasn't Norton invited here? Why isn't he here then? You were confused. And mostly scared for your lover.

-You decided to shrug it off. You were already tired from all that travelling you did during the day, the meetings —Good or bad—, the tour.

-You ate dinner with the invited people who... participated in the dinner, because Mr. Kreiburg... was missing. As it seemed like it was a common occurance for him to not attend, he usually asked his food to be brough to his room appearently.

-After you were done, you said your good night's to everyone and went to your room. Your luggage being next to the small space next to the bed, as you picked it up and placed it on the table, rummaging trough it for your nightly wear.

-When you found it, you tried to change as quickly as possible to be able to get more rest that your body and consciousness craved at this point.

-Tomorrow morning, you were woken up by a sharp knock on your door. The person on the other side for sure knew how to wake someone up... You called out a 'come in' in a sleepy tone stretching as your body popped here and there from the movement.

-The butler from before came in. He informed you that breakfast would be starting soon, and that you should probably gather yourself together for the day. You yawned and nodded in response. The butler soon walked out when he saw your nod — giving you your privacy.

-You stood up, going to the bathroom to wash your face. After that, you went to your luggage still on the table, opened, and picked out your next outfit for the day.

-You opened the door and walked out, closing it behind you as you saw someone with black hair and a... hat of some kind walk down the stairs? It was... a green or grey. You couldn't really tell from how fast they rushed down the stairs.

-You shrugged it off, walking downstairs in your own pace and walking to the dining table.

-When you arrived, you looked around. Alice, Ms. Plinius, Orpheus... and Norton?

-So he was actually here! Your heart felt like it could burst open from happiness any second now. You wanted to scream in happiness, but no. You couldn't. You were with people who were technically still strangers.

-Norton did notice and recognize you too. His reaction simply being his eyes widening than narrowing to his usual look. He always had a better poker face than you — that you both knew.

-But for some reason, there was no space set in the table next to Norton... So you simply put your fingers on the satin that was under the plate, and pulled it infront of the chair next to Norton, sitting down beside him.

-You took your food and while you did, everyone besides Norton stared at you weirdly for a bit. Why did you... sit next to Norton? They barely managed to get his name out of him (which was actually given by the butler) but you sit next to him? The most anti-social person besides Kreiburg?

-They were confused to say the least. But... hey. You do you. They guess.

-While everyone was eating, talking, Alice noticed that Norton was... actually talking to you? Sure, she couldn't hear what you two were conversing about, but Norton was definitely going on and on about something.

-Did you two know eachother? Probably. No. Most definitely. Norton hasn't spoken a single word to anyone, yet he is actively talking to you. You two definitely knew eachother from somewhere.

-Alice looked over to Orpheus as he was talking to Ms. Plinius, slightly nudging him with her elbow and she signalled to the pair of you with her eyes.

-Orpheus kept talking to Ms. Plinius, making an act of as if they weren't watching the two of you, while he glanced at the both of you from time to time. Nobody could tell, but Ms. Plinius took the hint aswell and noticed the same thing as Orpheus and Alice.

-It was as if the two of you were friendly with eachother. Maybe even more.

-But they couldn't do much at the moment... they might ask you two... or more specifically you of your relationship with him later.

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ACK. im sorry if i messed up anything... and im so uncertain if melly was actually referred to as Ms. Or Mrs. google didnt give me any solid answers either so... excuse that if its wrong pls🤕🙏

[pbnbucks]

Nika x Reader!

The Storm

word count : 636

warnings : cussing, injury.

summary : your at Nika’s Seattle storm game and while shes try’s to show off she accidentally hurts you in the process.

it was everything you could imagine, your sister supprised you with side line tickets for you and her to the seattle storm game against the indiana fever.

your sister new how much you adored Nika and how she was the reason you even fell in love with basketball.

the game started off with Nika on the bench. 10 minutes before half time she got put in. she was playing amazing but there was one play that caught your eye.

she was guarding caitlin and her defense was amazing making it a tough game for caitlin. she had the ball dribbling it down the court and passing it behind her back to Victoria Vivians and Victoria makes a three as the crowd goes wild you scream and clap your hands at the storms teamwork effort returning with eye contact from Nika.

She blushes at your praise for the way she played getting cocky and shy she hides her face from you and makes her way to the other side of the court.

a few minutes later you notice Nika is trying to make the similar play she made a while ago that you and the crowd went crazy for.

except this time Victoria misses the ball and it flys over her hand hitting you in your lower abdomen making the game stop.

you don’t even realize you’ve been hit until the players look at you in shock and you sister asks if you are okay as you hear the crowd and players all say ‘oh shit’ to themselves.

you feel the sharp pain and put your hand on it as the teams athletic trainer tells you to come with her to the health office.

you go with her leaving your sister court side as Nika try’s to hide from you, you could tell she felt bad. you sit down on the nursing bed as she pulls your shirt up looking at your stomach noticing it was red and already forming a bruise.

she talks you through the healing process and hands you a bag of ice. it is now halftime and she leaves to go the team to see if they needed her help.

shortly after she leaves you see Nika out of all people enter. “hi.” “hey?” “im sorry for hitting you with the ball out there. its funny actually i was trying to impress you but instead i got cocky and messed up.” your in total shock because no way ms Nika Mühl just said that to you.

“you where trying to impress me out of all people?” she puts her hand on the back of her neck looking down getting shy “yea i saw you celebrating when i did it earlier and i wanted a reaction from you again..” you laugh and start making small talk and after 10 minutes she decides that she has to go but before she leaves she repeats how sorry she id and pulls you in for a hug and forgets that you in pain.

you wince at the hug and grab your lower abdomen trying to protect it from hurting more. “oh my gosh i forgot im sorry i should go now” you feel bad for the poor girl shes so clearly flustered by you “its okay ill be fine” she walks towards the door and stops only to look back at you.

“you want me to kiss it to make it feel better?” you smile at the girls intent to be sweet. “yeah i would like that a lot actually” she walks towards you lifting your shirt up barely to place kisses on your lower right abdomen. “will i see you after the game?” “i hope so.” and after that she walks away to play the rest of the game leaving with a win and your number.

[myuhpencil]

✦ Ena x Coral Glasses Fanfic! ✦

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Some small notes :

This fic is pretty short as well and i tried my best with it ( ˙ᗜ˙ ) Basically the plot is Coral tags along with Ena to finish a job and Coral realizes that she has a crush on her (ó﹏ò｡) Enjoy!

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A Realization

Coral Glasses was drowning in work. Literally. One paper after the next, her head was starting to hurt printing them all out. She had decided to try and get some work done, as she felt like she had been spending too much time away from the sole reason she was in this wacky world. While she sorted through the papers and read what she could on one of the docks by the red sea, she took a heavy sigh. “Maybe it’s a good thing that there are no distractions to take me away from this… now I can actually finish what I need to do…” She took one more sigh as she continued to say to herself aloud, “maybe I should have taken that other job…” She turned her head around to find Ena emerging from the Lonely Door.

Ena had a small notebook in her hand with a determined type of look in her eyes. Coral continued to watch as she had a habit of people watching, until Ena noticed her gaze and went trotting up to her.

“Hello Ms. Coral! Those are a lot of papers around you, I see. How are you doing on this fine evening?” Her red side flashed her a smile, and Coral couldn’t help but slightly smile back, although it disappeared quickly. “I’m, i’m sorry, Ena, but i’m really busy right now… you should probably go before I get distracted by you… or, or I mean just distracted… sorry…” Coral started to realize how much more nervous she felt around Ena, but she didn’t understand why. I mean, she gets pretty nervous around everyone, but with HER it was just… a different type of nervous Coral couldn’t explain.

Her eye wandered back to the notebook. “Um, but before you go i’m kinda curious.. what’s the notebook for? Do you have another job to do?” Ena giggled at her question and nodded. “Indeed! One of those pink bubbly fellows is setting up a candy store down in Lonely Door… he supposes that if people are going to the… bathroom, then they would want a snack on the way. Anyways, I am always looking for opportunities to help fellow entrepreneurs, so I took it on!” She then showed a page of her notebook that was written on to Coral. “All I need to do is get ingredients for their candy. I need some of the red sea liquid, those fish legs, *which they have provided me with a fishing rod,* and some coins from the casino downstairs. Shouldn’t be a problem, hm?”

Coral nodded and looked down at her papers. “Well, i’m wishing you luck with that, Ena. Let me know how it goes next time you come to visit.” Ena continued to smile until it slowly faded away, as if she was caught up in a thought. Then, a grin reappeared on her red side. “Ms. Coral, I insist you come and help me with this task. It would be fun, and it really shouldn’t take all that long. What do you say?” After hearing her request, Coral quickly shook her head and started to sweat. “Oh, oh, you know, um… I have too much work to finish.. and you know full well how I, um, run off with you a lot.”

Ena switched to her meanie side as she rolled her eyes. “Come ON four eyes, it’s not like you always take breaks and NEVER do your work.” Coral thought to herself. The main reason she hasn’t been doing her responsibilities was because of Ena. She always would ask her to go on trips and errands. Although Coral really enjoyed those outings, she thought it would be for the best if it was less often. Though, one more trip might not be so bad as her printer-head was pounding.

She rolled her eye back at Ena’s and replied as she started to get up from the dock. “I guess you’re right, Ena, but make sure it doesn’t take too long, you got it?” Ena switched back to her red side. “Yes, I completely understand! Why don’t you start with the fishing and i’ll grab some of the red sea liquid.” she nodded happily as she handed her the fishing rod that was provided with the job listing. Coral smirked as she waved her hand saying, “Oh, I thought I told you, but i’m, i’m really bad at fishing.” Although she stated her lack of skill, she grabbed the rod and put some bait Ena had provided on the tip of the hook. While Ena got on all fours at the edge of the dock to get the liquid, Coral casted the rod into the red ocean.

“So, uh, how have your side jobs been going? Have you gotten any closer to finding the boss?” Coral tried her best to make some small talk. She hated awkward silence even though she knew Ena never really minded. “It’s been going splendid! Although they’ve only made me get a little closer to the boss, and some of the jobs I have been doing have made me so exhausted. Creatures do love overworking themselves, am I right?” Coral smiled at the remark as she replied, “You know it.”

After some pondering Coral quietly said under her breath,

“I wish we had less work to have more time to spend together…”

Coral covered her mouth as she turned her head away from Ena. “I-I mean just more time to do activities in general, in general I wish I was… we had… less work.” Coral berated her inner self for saying something that might have been taken the wrong way. Ena glanced at her face that was somewhat flushed with embarrassment. That sentence made her feel delighted. So delighted that she didn’t even realize Coral got a bite and was struggling to reel it in. But Ena wondered if what Coral said was sincere, why did she always try and brush her off when she attempted to spend time with her?

Coral caught her breath as she held the single fish leg in her hand. “Got.. got one!” Ena snapped back to reality and clapped her hands together. “That’s great news!” She suddenly switched to her white side yelling, “Now come on!! We need three more, get back to work!” Coral scrunched up her face at Ena’s and repeated the process to get more fish legs. It had been a while since Ena had finished getting the liquid in her possession, so she stood next to Coral and watched her get the rest of the legs. Ena grinned as her salesman personality spoke.

“See? Not so bad! You really underestimate yourself, Ms. Coral.”

Coral sneered at her as she handed the legs to her, but her meanie side refused to take them, stating, “I’m already holding the damn liquid! Help out, wont you?!” Coral playfully whacked her. “I hate how slimy these things feel, and, and i’ve been helping!” After some friendly arguing, Ena lost and ended up holding both items.

“Last on the list is to get a bag full of those coins that are won in the casino… shouldn’t be a problem either! Although it will probably be a bit tougher as we need to convince one of these fellows to give up their prize money…” As Coral walked with Ena towards the stairs leading to the underground, she wondered how awful the candy must taste if they’re using COINS as an ingredient… it must be a choking hazard to some. Once they reached their destination, Coral motioned Ena to follow her.

She walked up to a creature with human legs and a tree for his upper body. He had a small bag of coins next to him. Coral took a deep breath before talking with the man. “Um, mister? I know you’re gambling away your life, but would we, uh, be able to make some type of offer to get half of those coins you have there?” The creature stomped his foot with full force which caused her to jump. “What? WHAT? Give up MY coins??? I sacrificed my non-existent KIDNEYS to this machine, my SOUL to this machine, and it’s paid off! I HAVE 10 COINS!! And WHO is that behind you? JEENA??? AGAIN?? OF COURSE she set you up to this, I hate you guys!”

Just then, Ena jumped to be in front of Coral as her meanie side yelled. “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YELLING AT US LIKE THAT?! We just need 5 of them for a dumb job to help some business owner get their STUPID candy store OPEN!!” In response, the tree with legs stomped his foot even quicker. “CANDY STORE??? WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST SAY SO, I LOVE CANDY, I would do ANYTHING to get some! Hey, if you can get me an all time pass to that candy store and I don’t have to pay a THING… then all of the coins are yours!” Coral watched as the whole thing unfolded. She had a tough time budding into certain conversations and usually preferred to watch. After some silence, Ena’s red side spoke. “I suppose that could work… the store is located in Lonely Door for you to visit, and i’ll be sure to let the owner know about this new star costumer!” “MAKE SURE MY PICTURE IS ON THE FRONT WINDOW!!!”

Coral continued to gaze as the man exchanged the change to Ena. Then when they were finished, she waved at the pair of legs as she turned to her friend. “Looks like we are done here! Now let’s go before that man changes his mind…” She giggled as her red arm grabbed onto Coral’s wrist. Coral flinched at the touch, and her heart rate increase as she and Ena fled the casino.

When they got to the Lonely Door, Ena checked off the writing in her small notebook. Coral tried to catch her breath, both caused by running and that weird increase in heart rate. Was she having a heart attack? What just happened? “After you, Ms. Coral!” Coral tried to look up at Ena, but she got a weird feeling in her stomach when she locked eyes with her. She fixed her posture and struggled to keep her composure. “Th-thanks…” Why was she losing her cool? Was it because of Ena? If so . . .

Why?

It took a few minutes for both of them to reach the other side of the door, but when they did, Ena led the way to the shop. Coral could see it in the distance: a small, makeshift building next to that crazy gumball machine. Ena held the door for Coral who entered first. Her weird nausea didn’t go away. “Ah, welcome back! You have my ingredients, yay!” The bubbly owner put their hands in the air. Ena proceeded to exchange the ingredients for 7 pieces of candy that looked like real eyeballs. “Splendid, thank you! Oh, and before I forget, to get those coins we made a deal with a man that he could get whatever he would like for free. I’m terribly sorry, it was the only way!”

Coral observed Ena as she got scolded by the owner. Ena wasn’t completely paying attention though, as she was too busy sorting her candies into color coordination.

Just then, Coral felt an intense wave of emotions. Her stomach felt like it was doing more and more backflips, and her heart was racing. Her palms started to sweat as well as her face, and she started to feel hot. Was she getting sick? No, no… this didn’t feel like a sickness… but what else was causing this? Maybe…

Coral had felt love?

After this realization, she froze. Ena? Out of all the creatures here? But, this really can’t be… she must be sick… but Ena was all she could think about. Everything about her was on her mind. Her face, her voice, her laughter, her-

Shit. She really was in love.

After Ena was done getting yelled at, they waved each other goodbye. She turned to Coral, her smile fading as she realized something was wrong. “Are you doing alright, Ms. Coral? You’re sweating a lot… and your face has finally gained color!” Coral panicked. “I’m-i’m, um, i-m fine! I just, don’t feel too… good… I-I’m sorry, I need to go home…”

Ena frowned as she never liked seeing someone she cared for in pain, although in reality Coral was really okay physically. “Then let me walk you home!” Coral quickly shook her head until Ena continued. “Oh, I insist! You helped me a lot today, so let me at least walk you back to your home.” She couldn’t respond. Ena went to grab her wrist again. Coral’s head spun.

The walk to her house was awkward to say the least. Ena tried to make small talk, but Coral struggled to spit out the smallest of sentences which she later would beat herself up over. Once they got to the dock leading to her house, Coral finally spoke a real sentence. “I think… I can go on from here.. um, today was, was a lot of fun… th-thank you, Ena.” Ena slowly let go of her wrist as she tilted her head and smiled. “Yes, thank you for tagging along! I hope you feel better, Ms. Coral. If you ever need my help with anything, you have my number.” Coral watched as she waved one last time before heading off in search for something else for her to do. Once the coast was clear, Coral ran home as quickly as she could.

She shut her door and took off her blazer, flopping down on her couch and groaning. The feeling in her stomach was less intense, but she could still feel her head tingling. Ena was still on her mind. Was this really okay? I mean, it would explain some of her recent actions towards her, but was she sure she was really in…

You know. Love?

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The end! (੭˃ᴗ˂)੭

Might make a pt. 2, might not, we’ll see :P

[lordsukunas]

daycare worker? attendant?! nanami headcanons sorry this has actually been nibbling away at my brain... i'll shut up abt this au at some point. anyway, enjoy!

daycare attendant! nanami whose fingers always smell like citrus after lunch because kugisaki has randomly deemed him her orange peeler.

daycare attendant! nanami who roleplays with the kids as a chivalrous knight during tea time. he sneaks glances at you from his cramped spot in the tiny chair, a foam sword resting on his thighs. when your gaze meets his and he sees the small, amused smirk on your lips, he swears his heart skips a beat or two.

daycare attendant! nanami who packs extra snacks for the kids. he has an entire list in his notes app of their preferences and allergies.

daycare attendant! nanami who, during nap time, listens to r&b (sade, micheal jackson, beyonce, h.e.r., ms. lauryn hill) while attempting to finish up a book he started weeks ago.

daycare attendant! nanami who walks you to your car every evening once all the kids are gone, even if his car is parked on the other side of the parking lot.

daycare attendant! nanami who notices you eyeing one of the pastries he brought from a small bakery. that same pastry is on your desk when you unlock your classroom the next morning.

daycare attendant! nanami who genuinely enjoys doing word searches with the kids, even if they're so easy it takes him less than five minutes.

daycare attendant! nanami who looks up whenever one of the kids calls your name. you don't even have to be in the room, and he'll still do it, hazel eyes searching for your radiant presence.

daycare attendant! nanami whose desktop wallpaper is a picture of kuantan, malaysia. when you ask him about it, he explains the reason calmly as always, but you can see the twinkle in his eyes and the smile threatening to spread across his features.

daycare attendant! nanami who is picky as hell about candles. if it stinks or is overly strong, he won't spare it a second glance. that's not to say he doesn't enjoy unconventional smells, though.

daycare attendant! nanami who only enjoys talking to you. he's cordial enough to his other coworkers, but something about how you smile at him or gesture animatedly with your hands while you speak or visit him during lunch, ready to tell him a story about something silly the kids did... it makes him a little more excited to come to work every day.

divider creds: hitobaby hai!! i'm back again lolsies. i can't tell if attendant or worker is a better word, but i think imma just call it attendant instead. also, ik i said that he wouldnt go back to jujutsu sorcery but like imagine him spending a lil extra time before work to exorcise any curses that get too close to the daycare... its not realistic bc its against the silly rules of jujutsu society or wtv but idgaf!!! nanamin loves them kids (and maybe u idk)<3

[homely-lunatic]

believing that cobel is gemma's mother is a full time job and brother I've NEVER called in sick. I asked who wants to hear me go into excruciating detail about this and like 20 people answered and that means it's THEORY TIME!

first off I did already post this on my reddit — and I feel like I summed things up pretty cohesively there, so here's the link in full if you're interested in seeing it in its original form (there's also some great ideas in the comments too!)

I'll also copy/paste the main body of the post under the cut here if you'd prefer to read it on tumblr.

Note that I'm going to be referencing some minor spoilers (if you can even call them that) from the pre-season reviews. This includes: a very very small uncredited role in episode 7 and the subject matter of episodes 7/8. These are spoiler tagged on the og reddit post if you want to avoid them!

okay, crackpot theory below. sorry it's like the length of a dissertation. please don't kill me:

In season 2 episode 2, we learn some crucial information about Gemma's car crash. We now know that her body, as it was identified by Mark, was burned. This deviates pretty substantially from the popular theory that Gemma was brain dead or comatose, and that Lumon just happened to pick her up at random under the guise of something like organ donation (or whatever). Ms Casey appears relatively physically unharmed for someone who was supposedly in a fatal car crash, especially one in which her body supposedly burned. For this reason, I'm going to assume that the body Mark identified was notactually Gemma.

Whether Gemma was actually in an accident and was swapped with a burned body, or if the accident was entirely staged from the start and Gemma was simply kidnapped by Lumon remains to be seen — but either way, Lumon going to the extent of faking her death and providing an entire dead body to be identified implies that this was not just a chance acquisition.

The second thing we learn is that Lumon REALLY needs Mark to refine Gemma's (current?) file, Cold Harbor, to the point where they're willing to pretty much give in to whatever demands his innie has as long as it keeps him working.

So the way I see it, these two major revelations leave us with three possible paths:

1. Gemma is somehow significant to Lumon. Lumon recongized her significance, faked her death, and spirited her away to the testing floor. Her file being completed is crucial to the company in some way, and they recognize Mark is necessary for this.

2. Mark is somehow significant to Lumon. They fake-death kidnapped his wife with the intention of luring him to work there. They need him there because he is somehow important.

3. There is something about Mark and Gemma's connection that is significant to Lumon. We've already gotten a few hints that Mark's "Freshman fluke" was a big turning point in the way that files are refined. Something about the way that Mark in particular is able to refine Gemma's file is crucial to Lumon's endgame, and they absolutely need him there.

IMO, it's a mixture of the first and third options: Gemma was already significant to Lumon in some way, leading to them faking her death and bringing her on to the testing floor. Mark being able to refine her file so quickly marks some kind of breakthrough in the work Lumon is doing.

So how exactly is Gemma significant to Lumon? Here's where we get into the meat of the theory. Hear me out:

Lumon is conducing a program in which they produce children for the express purpose of being test subjects. Gemma was one of these children. Cobel was her birth mother.

Gemma, as an individual, was not initially important to Lumon — she was one of many, many test subjects all serving the same purpose. Her significance is retroactive — she only becomes a particular subject of interest after Mark refines her file.

How is Lumon regularly producing children? Barring the idea that they're being grown lab-style, Lumon would need a group of women willing to give birth to their test subjects. I think they've been getting them from the Myrtle Eagan School for Girls. I think it's also very possible that the students at the school are made to care for the babies after they're born — perhaps before becoming mothers themselves — hence Cobel's skills when caring for Eleanor.

The children born into Lumon's baby program are immediately separated — quite literally severed – from their birth mothers, but are otherwise raised within the program and indoctrinated into the Kier-worship mentality. Gemma is a notable exception to this. Cobel intentionally circumvented this rule to ensure her daughter was kept away from Lumon, and adopted by a normal family. Gemma escaped a Lumon-centric upbringing. Gemma's adoptive parents — the people Mark know as her parents, to whom he had to deliver news of her death — are not affiliated with Lumon at all.

In line with this, the protesters Mark and Alexa encounter in season 1 bring up the controversy of Lumon "severing children," and it would also serve to expIain Ms Huang's odd presence on the severed floor.

As an adult, Lumon identified Gemma as one of the children that "belongs" to them , and subsequently faked her death via car crash in order to recollect her. Slight spoiler for future episode subject matter/casting:Reviews for season 2 episode 7 have stated that this is a Gemma-centric flashback episode, and an actor has been credited on IMDB as playing a blood drive worker.

Throughout season 2 so far, we've seen quite a bit of imagery relating to red circles — off the top of my head, there's one in the "Kier Pardons his Betrayers" painting, one above the MDR team when they have their talk in the break room, and the one in Ms Huang's little water bubble ring game. Others have posited that this could be a reference to blood cells, which I think is pretty much right on the money

The reocurring red circles are foreshadowing the importance of blood cells. Specifically, there is something distinctive and recognizable about the blood of children born through Lumon's baby program. Gemma's participation in a blood drive is how Lumon finds her again as an adult

Gemma is one of many test subjects being refined, but because of Mark's involvement, her file currently shows the most promise. Whatever purpose children born of this program are meant to serve — and I'll get more into that later — Gemma is currently the closest to serving this purpose. They need Mark to keep refining her file. If he quits, they lose whatever lead they have in working on Gemma.

This admittedly sounds a little far-fetched even as I'm typing it, but there are a few crucial pieces of evidence that I think make it a little more plausible:

The overarching baby theme: as I covered extensively in my theory post from last year, there are a lot of thematic connections to babies, pregnancy, and general parenthood (to tl;dr it: Cobel as the lactation consultant, Gabby Arteta being severed to give birth, the general existence of Eleanor, Alexa being a doula, Mark and Gemma being unable to have children, Dylan's kids...). Most importantly, though, I think that the process of severance is analagous to having a child, and then being separated from that child. Both scenarios involve bringing another person into the world without their permission, and then quite literally "severing" yourself from any connection or interaction with the person you've created. All of this is to say that it's a deliberate choice to draw so many parallels between pretty much every single character and the baby/pregnancy/parenthood themes and to have the central technology at the heart of the show arguably be a metaphor for having a child. The idea that a program exists within Lumon that is somehow tied to producing babies would fit well within the other themes and plot points we've seen. 

The new theme song features a Kier (?) baby, possibly pointing towards the involvement of babies in whatever Lumon is attempting to achieve, and linking this involvement back to Kier and the Eagan family.

The presence of Ms Huang, and the talk last season of Lumon severing children, implies a literal connection to children rather than simply an allegorical or thematic one.

The baby goats. As much as I'm tired of all the goat speculation, I do think that it bears some significance here. The goat man tells Mark and Helly that they can't take the goats because "they aren't ready yet." Is it possible that this is a program parallel to the one Lumon is conducting with children? The goats are born and raised at Lumon, then at a certain point when they're ready, they're taken away (to be tested on)? Children are born and raised at Lumon, then at a certain point when they're deemed ready, they're taken away to be tested on?

Season 2 Episode 7 is said to be a Gemma-centric flashback episode, while episode 8 will be a Cobel-centric flashback. Generally speaking, flashback episodes centering almost entirely around one character usually tend to (at least somewhat) disrupt the pacing of the rest of the story. To have two back-to-back to me strongly implies a connection between the flashbacks we will be seeing. I believe E7 will cover Gemma's backstory and ultimately lead to the reveal that she was part of this baby program. E8 will cover Cobel's part in it, and reveal that she was Gemma's birth mother.

So to summarize? Lumon has been regularly producing their own crop of babies, born for the express purpose of being test subjects down the line. The birth mothers of these babies are girls who have been raised in and/or heavily indoctrinated into the Lumon cult mentality through the Myrtle Eagan School for Girls. Gemma was one of these babies. Her death was faked so that she could ultimately fulfill her purpose of being a Lumon test subject. Cobel was her birth mother. 

To go further into this with some additional ideas:

The separation of mother and child can be read as a parallel to severance. An outie severs themselves to create their innie, a person whose sole purpose is to be of service to Lumon. A mother within the baby program gives birth to a child who is separated from her, creating a person whose sole purpose is to be of service to Lumon.

Cold Harbor is Cobel's hometown, and also where Gemma was born. This is the source of her file name. This one seems to have been disproven in S2E3 — although it still would be pretty cool

Cobel is actively attempting to get Gemma to reintegrate autonomously. In S1E5, we see her bringing Ms Casey onto the MDR floor to spend the day with the others, with the intention of "trying something new" with Ms Casey. In S1E8, she observes Mark and Ms Casey interacting in his last wellness session. She appears happy when Ms Casey initially seems to break out of her robotic list spiel to have a real conversation with Mark, then appears upset when Ms Casey returns to rattling off the list. This is one of many attempts at trying to get Ms Casey to autonomously break out of whatever severed state she's held in.

Cobel is involving herself so deeply in Mark's life and his family's life because she is using him as a gauge for whether or not Gemma's reintegration is working. We know that she is regularly observing Mark and Ms Casey's interactions with one another. We also know that Ms Casey/Gemma is perpetually kept on the testing floor when she's not working. If Cobel is not able to regularly access Gemma's outie (whatever state she might be in), then it stands to reason that she would use the outie who she can gain regular access to to gauge whether or not her personal experiments are working. If oMark is showing signs of remembering Gemma, then oGemma might also be showing signs of remembering her life outside the testing floor. 

Potentially, there's also an element of her wanting to get so close to these people because of their closeness to Gemma — living vicariously through them.

Lumon is aware of Cobel's connection to Gemma, but initially believes it to be inconsequential until they discover that she's been inserting herself into Mark's life. Much like how the board is unwilling to recognize reintegration — a sign that the brain chip severance process can fail — they are equally unwilling to recognize that the process of "severing" a mother from her child is not successful in completely erasing the emotional connection that mother has to her child. 

Milchick is also aware of Cobel's connection to Gemma, and in season 1 recognized that it was potentially going to be a problem. In S1E5, when Cobel tells him to keep her "trying something new" with Ms Casey only between the two of them, Milchick doesn't seem to approve. Later, in E8, he actively assures her that Mark and Ms Casey not remembering each other is a good thing, that it means the chips work, and that it is a win for Lumon that they do. He's aware in this scene that Cobel wants Mark and Ms Casey to recognize each other. He knows that Cobel has an emotional investment in her daughter — even though she shouldn't — and is gently trying to remind her that Gemma not resurfacing is ultimately a good thing for the company.

Cobel resents Lumon, but is willing to turn on a dime to get back into their good graces, because ultimately she needs to be working for them in order to help Gemma. She is unwilling to take their offer of a promotion in S2E2 because she needs to remain on the severed floor.

Cobel's attempts at getting Gemma to resurface thematically run parallel to oMark's attempts at uncovering Lumon's secrets in season 1. Both are trying to save a person they are responsible for bringing into the world. Both spend a long amount of time being aware of this person's existence, before becoming aware of something bad that is happening to them and being spurred to help. Neither of them personally know the person they are trying to save, but feel an intrinsic connection to them anyways.

To address the counterpoint of Charlotte Cobel's involvement: Probably the most popular theory I've seen on here pertaining to these ideas is that Cobel is invested in Mark and Gemma because her own mother, Charlotte, is in a similar position to Gemma. I'm not particularly against this theory — in fact, I think it's probably the most obvious option. If this crackpot thing doesn't turn out to be true, I'm assuming that the Charlotte theory will be. 

That being said, the reason I keep returning to the Cobel/Gemma mother/daughter theory is because there is a consistent display of emotional investment in Gemma and Mark from Cobel. We see it in her genuine(?) concern for Mark as she watches him from her window. We see it in S1E8 when she watches the last wellness session go awry. We especially see it in the end of S2E2 when Mark asks her if she has information about Gemma — as others have pointed out, she looks genuinely heartbroken/guilty before she tries to run him over.

Is it possible that her desire to get her mother back is so strong that it's manifesting in how she interacts with Mark and Gemma? Possibly, but as we get more information about Gemma's status, it seems like there are more and more instances where Cobel seems personally attached to the Mark/Gemma situation.

To be clear, I do think that Charlotte is going to be important in some way — we wouldn't have seen the breathing tube if she wasn't —  I just don't necessarily think it's because she's being held on the testing floor.

To wrap things up, this leaves a few open ends/unanswered questions:

What purpose do the files serve to Lumon? Consciousness transference? Brain mapping? A mixture of both done with the intention of reviving Kier or immortalizing the Eagans? I've seen all of these and more mentioned, and I don't have any particular opinion on which is the most viable option. I could see any of them working.

Is Gemma severed in the same way that Mark and co. are, or is there something different about her severed status? My guess for this would be that she is severed in the traditional way, but the repeated refining of her severance chip/file has impacted her personality. Perhaps the "taming of the tempers" that comes about thanks to the number work results in such an even distribution of the four tempers that it reduces someone to a perfectly balanced blank slate?

Are all children born into the baby program subjected to the same tests as Gemma (i.e. having a file refined, getting kept on the testing floor) or are there a variety of posts they take on? I could see this going either way; there seem to be a lot of files just in the branch we're focused on, and then we know there's MDR departments in different branches, which would imply a lot of files, and therefore a lot of test subjects. On the other hand, if we take Ms Huang to be an example of another child born into this program, its also possible that they just kind of put them wherever they're needed. Perhaps the program is more about having a concentrated supply of workers to fill positions when needed. Or, maybe the testing floor is inevitably where Ms Huang will end up. 

[galaxysupreme17]

AU - The Study Session Scheme

Y/n = Your Name

Rio Vidal x daughter!reader!

The sound of pages turning and soft mumbling filled the Kaplans' cozy living room as Y/n and Billy worked through their study materials. Agatha's English class was no joke, and an upcoming in-class essay loomed over them. Both teens were determined to be prepared. Y/n sat cross-legged on the plush carpet, her notebook sprawled in front of her, while Billy was draped dramatically over the couch, his textbook balanced on his knees.

"Okay," Billy said, tapping his pen against his chin. "Let's run through potential themes again. If Agatha's giving us 'identity' as one of the prompts, you know she will want something deep. Like, existential crisis-level deep."

Y/n snorted, flipping through her own notes. "Great. I'll write, 'Who am I?' fifty times and see if I get extra credit for creativity."

Billy laughed, but his expression turned thoughtful as he set his notebook aside. "Speaking of identity," he started, his voice taking on a tone that Y/n instantly recognized as suspicious, "I've been thinking about your mom."

Y/n froze mid-highlight, her eyes narrowing. "What about her?"

"Okay, hear me out," Billy said, sitting up and leaning forward, his enthusiasm practically radiating off him. "Rio and Ms. Harkness would be perfect together."

"What?" Y/n blinked, genuinely startled. "No. Absolutely not."

Billy raised his hands in mock surrender. "Just listen. They're both super smart, super cool, and, let's be honest, Ms. Harkness could use a little happiness in her life. She's got that 'mysterious loner' vibe, but your mom? She's the kind of person who could break through that."

Y/n rolled her eyes, trying to focus back on her notes. "Billy, this is not happening. My mom doesn't need me meddling in her love life."

"But it's not meddling," Billy argued, scooting closer. "It's... facilitating destiny."

"That's literally meddling," Y/n shot back. "And what makes you think they'd even like each other? Agatha's my teacher, Billy. She'd kill me if she found out I was scheming behind her back."

Billy grinned, unperturbed. "She wouldn't have to know. And come on, you've seen the way she talks about literature-it's like watching someone come alive. She's so passionate and... I don't know, fiery. Your mom's all warmth and energy. They'd balance each other out perfectly."

Y/n sighed, pressing her palms against her face. "Why do I even let you talk me into these things?"

"Because you know I'm right," Billy said, nudging her shoulder with his. "And because you love your mom and want her to be happy. Imagine how great it would be if she had someone to share all her corny jokes and amazing cooking with. Someone who actually gets her."

Y/n peeked at him through her fingers, her resolve wavering. "You're way too good at this, you know that?"

"I'll take that as a yes." Billy grinned triumphantly, flipping open his notebook. "So, here's what I'm thinking: we invite Ms. Harkness over for coffee under the guise of needing extra study help. That's step one."

"Step one?" Y/n groaned. "There's a whole plan?"

"Of course!" Billy said, his eyes lighting up. "Step two is orchestrating some 'chance' encounters. You know, like bumping into each other at the coffee shop or the library."

"Billy," Y/n said, trying to inject some reason into the conversation, "this is ridiculous. And if it blows up in our faces, you're taking the fall."

"Deal," Billy said without hesitation. "But it won't blow up. Trust me, Y/n. Your mom and Ms. Harkness are going to thank us when this all works out."

Y/n shook her head, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"Yep," Billy replied, leaning back against the couch. "But I'm also a genius matchmaker. You'll see."

As they returned to their study session, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling that this was a terrible idea. But as much as she hated to admit it, a small part of her couldn't help but hope Billy was right.

The next morning, Y/n dragged herself into school, already dreading Billy's next move.

"Alright," Billy said, sidling up to her as they walked down the hallway. "Today's the day."

"The day for what?" Y/n asked, pretending she didn't know exactly what he meant.

Billy rolled his eyes. "The day we execute Step One of Operation Matchmaker."

"Billy, no," Y/n groaned. "My mom won't fall for whatever ridiculous scheme you've cooked up, and neither is Ms. Harkness. She's too smart for this."

"Exactly," Billy said, undeterred. "That's why we need a flawless plan. Lucky for you, I've already thought of everything."

"That's not reassuring."

Billy ignored her. "So, I told Ms. Harkness yesterday that we needed a little extra help with our essays. She said she'd be happy to stay after school and go over some pointers. All we have to do is ensure your mom picks us up afterward."

Y/n stopped dead in her tracks. "You're kidding."

"Nope," Billy said, grinning. "And once they meet, sparks are going to fly. Trust me."

Y/n groaned, resuming her walk. "This is a terrible idea. My mom will think it's weird, and Ms. Harkness will think we're insane."

"Or," Billy countered, "your mom and Ms. Harkness will hit it off, go out for coffee, and thank me in their wedding toast. You're welcome."

Y/n shot him a glare. "If this backfires, I'm throwing you under the bus."

That afternoon, Y/n sat stiffly in Agatha's classroom, pretending to focus on her essay notes. Billy, however, was as relaxed as ever, grinning like a cat with a canary.

"So," Billy said, leaning back in his chair as Agatha reviewed his outline. "How's the neighborhood treating you, Ms. Harkness?"

Agatha glanced up, adjusting her glasses. "The neighborhood? Oh, it's quite nice. Peaceful, for the most part. The people are friendly, and it's... quaint."

"Yeah," Billy said, nodding sagely. "Quaint's a good word. Speaking of neighbors, isn't it funny how you live right next door to Y/n and her mom?"

Y/n froze, glaring at Billy. Subtle, Billy. Real subtle.

Agatha raised an eyebrow but smiled. "Yes, I've seen them around. Your mom is lovely, Y/n. Very gracious and polite."

Y/n mumbled, "Thanks," while furiously scribbling nonsense in her notebook to avoid meeting her teacher's gaze.

Billy wasn't done. "You know, Ms. Harkness, you and Rio should totally hang out sometime. Like, maybe over coffee or something? You two seem like you'd get along."

Agatha tilted her head, giving Billy a bemused look. "Is that so?"

"Oh, definitely," Billy said, nodding enthusiastically. "You're both smart, cultured... into books and stuff. It's a match made in neighborly heaven."

Y/n finally snapped her pencil in half, drawing Agatha's attention.

"Are you alright, dear?" Agatha asked, clearly suppressing a laugh.

"Fine," Y/n muttered. "Totally fine. Billy's just... full of ideas today."

Agatha chuckled, standing up and gathering her notes. "Well, it's nice to hear such glowing recommendations. But I think your mom and I are already on friendly terms. No need for elaborate setups."

Billy shot Y/n a triumphant smirk as Agatha turned to her desk. Y/n glared daggers at him, mouthing, Drop it.

After the session, Rio arrived at the school right on time. Y/n braced herself as her mom walked into the classroom, her usual composed demeanor making Y/n wish she could vanish.

"Hi, Agatha," Rio said with a smile. "Thanks for staying late with the kids. Y/n mentioned you've been helping them prep for their essay test."

"Of course," Agatha replied, matching her neighbor's warm tone. "They've been working hard. Billy, in particular, has... enthusiasm."

Billy grinned. "You know it."

Rio chuckled, glancing at Y/n, who was studiously avoiding eye contact. "Well, we appreciate it. Maybe I should return the favor sometime. You're welcome to stop by if you ever need a cup of coffee or a break from grading papers."

Y/n's head snapped up. What?!

"That's very kind of you," Agatha said, her expression softening. "I might just take you up on that."

Billy elbowed Y/n triumphantly, earning himself a whispered, "I'm going to kill you."

"Why don't we walk out together?" Rio suggested, gesturing toward the door.

The four of them left the classroom, Billy practically skipping as they reached the parking lot.

Later that evening, Billy's grin stretched ear to ear as he FaceTimed Y/n from his room.

"Did you see that?!" he crowed. "Step One: executed to perfection. Your mom basically invited her over!"

Y/n flopped back on her bed, groaning. "It wasn't a plan. She was just being polite."

"Polite?!" Billy scoffed. "That was a window of opportunity. Now, all we have to do is nudge them a little closer. What if you 'accidentally' invite Ms. Harkness over while your mom's baking something? Boom-instant bonding over cookies."

"I'm not sabotaging my kitchen for your dumb plan."

Billy smirked. "Fine. Then I'll do it myself. Don't worry, Y/n. Love is on its way."

Y/n groaned, burying her face in her pillow. "I hate you."

"Love you too, bestie," Billy said, already scheming his next move.

The following days were a blur of school, homework, and Billy's relentless scheming. Y/n tried her best to keep him in check, but her so-called best friend was like an unstoppable matchmaking machine. Every time she saw him, he had a new "brilliant" idea for how to bring Agatha and Rio closer together.

On Friday, Y/n was halfway through a study session in the kitchen when Rio walked in, her hands dusted with flour. She was humming softly to herself, a melody Y/n recognized as an old Spanish tune from her childhood.

"Whatcha baking, Mom?" Y/n asked, grateful for the distraction from her notes.

"Conchas," Rio said, flashing her daughter a smile. "I thought I'd bring some to the neighbors. It's been a while since we've shared anything."

Y/n froze. "Which neighbors?"

Rio shrugged. "The Kaplans, of course. And maybe Agatha, if she's home."

Y/n tried to keep her face neutral, but her heart started pounding. Billy's obnoxious voice echoed in her head: "Boom-instant bonding over cookies." She swore he'd willed this into existence.

"Need any help?" Y/n offered her voice a little too eager.

Rio raised an eyebrow. "You? Wanting to help in the kitchen? What's the catch?"

"No catch!" Y/n said quickly, grabbing an apron from the hook on the wall. "I just... want to spend some time with you. That's all."

Rio chuckled, shaking her head. "Alright, mija. Grab the extra rolling pin."

An hour later, a fresh batch of conchas cooled on the counter. The kitchen smelled like cinnamon and sugar, and Y/n had to admit the pastries looked amazing.

Rio carefully arranged a few into a basket, wrapping it with a colorful cloth. "Alright, I'll drop these off at the Kaplans' first. Want to come with me?"

Y/n hesitated. If she went with her mom, she could maybe steer the conversation away from Billy's ridiculous matchmaking plans. But if she stayed behind, there was no telling what might happen if Rio and Agatha ended up chatting alone.

"Uh, sure," Y/n said, grabbing her jacket.

When they arrived at the Kaplans' house, Billy answered the door almost immediately, his face lighting up when he saw the basket.

"Mrs. Vidal! You shouldn't have!" he said, dramatically clutching his chest.

"Don't be so dramatic," Rio said with a laugh. "It's just a little something to share."

Billy winked at Y/n. "Speaking of sharing, how about some gossip? Anything exciting happening on your street?"

Y/n rolled her eyes. "We're leaving now. Bye, Billy."

"Wait!" Billy called as she dragged Rio away. "Don't forget about cookies!"

The walk to Agatha's house felt like an eternity. Y/n mentally prepared herself for the possibility of awkward small talk-or worse, Billy's influence somehow reappeared.

Rio knocked on Agatha's door, and Y/n held her breath as it swung open.

Agatha stood in the doorway, her usual confident demeanor softening into a warm smile when she saw who it was. "Rio, Y/n. What a pleasant surprise."

"I hope we're not interrupting," Rio said, holding out the basket. "I baked some conchas and thought you might enjoy a few."

Agatha's eyes lit up as she accepted the basket. "Thank you. That's very kind of you. Please, come in."

Y/n reluctantly followed her mom inside, and the cozy atmosphere of Agatha's home immediately made her feel out of place. Books were stacked neatly on almost every surface, and the faint scent of lavender lingered in the air.

Agatha set the basket on the counter and turned to Rio. "Would you like some tea? I was just about to make a pot."

Rio smiled. "That sounds lovely."

Y/n stared at them, torn between panic and disbelief as they chatted like old friends. Agatha asked about the recipe for the conchas, and Rio told her stories about learning to bake as a child.

It wasn't until Agatha laughed-a genuine, carefree laugh-that Y/n realized Billy might actually have been onto something.

"Well, I should let you get back to your evening," Rio said after finishing her tea. "Thank you for having us, Agatha."

"The pleasure was mine," Agatha replied, walking them to the door. "And thank you again for the conchas. They're delightful."

As they stepped outside, Y/n glanced over her shoulder to see Agatha watching them with a small smile.

"You two seemed to hit it off," Y/n said casually as they walked home.

Rio shrugged, her expression unreadable. "She's a very interesting woman."

Y/n didn't know what to make of that, but she couldn't help feeling a little hopeful. Maybe Billy wasn't entirely insane after all.

Of course, she wasn't about to tell him that.

The next morning, Y/n groaned when her phone buzzed with a FaceTime call from Billy.

"Good news!" Billy said the moment she picked up. "I heard from my mom that Ms. Harkness loved the conchas. She even called your mom 'charming.'"

Y/n sighed, flopping back onto her bed. "I'm never going to hear the end of this, am I?"

"Nope," Billy said, his grin practically glowing through the screen. "Now, onto Step Two..."

Y/n groaned, but despite herself, she couldn't stop the small smile that crept onto her face.

A couple of weeks later, the morning sun cast a golden glow over the quiet suburban street as Rio Vidal stepped outside to retrieve the mail. She tugged her cardigan tighter against the crisp air, savoring the stillness. These peaceful moments were rare, and Rio had learned to appreciate them after her divorce and the big move.

As she sifted through bills and junk mail, a voice called out, interrupting her thoughts.

"Morning, Rio."

She glanced up to see Agatha Harkness walking by, her dark coat swishing dramatically with each step. The signature smirk on Agatha's face made Rio's heart do an embarrassing flip.

"Morning, Agatha," Rio replied, trying to sound casual as she tucked a stray curl behind her ear.

Agatha slowed her pace, pausing near the gate to Rio's yard. "You're up early. I take it the chaos upstairs hasn't started yet?"

Rio chuckled. "Not yet, but give it time. Teenagers and FaceTime marathons are a dangerous combination."

Agatha laughed, her gaze lingering on Rio. Their flirtation had been building for months, with each interaction filled with teasing remarks and meaningful glances. But for once, Rio decided to be bold.

"Actually, Agatha," Rio began, her tone turning serious, "are you free tonight? I was thinking... maybe we could have dinner?"

Agatha arched an eyebrow, clearly surprised but not displeased. "Dinner, huh? Are you asking me out, Vidal?"

"Maybe I am," Rio said, her confidence bolstered by Agatha's playful tone.

Agatha's smirk softened into a genuine smile. "I'd love to. Pick me up at seven?"

Rio grinned. "It's a date."

The day passed quickly, with Rio busy working from home while Y/n holed up in her room, laughing and chatting with Kate and Yelena on FaceTime. Every so often, Rio would hear bursts of laughter echo through the house and couldn't help but smile. The move had been tough on both of them, but Y/n's friends made her adjustment easier.

Around mid-afternoon, Rio found herself pacing in her room, second-guessing her decision. Should I tell Y/n about the date? She chewed her lip as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. "What's the worst that could happen?" she muttered to herself.

Finally deciding to let the chips fall where they may, Rio began getting ready. She traded her casual sweater and jeans for a sleek black dress, curled her hair, and applied makeup.

Upstairs, Y/n flopped onto her bed, laptop perched precariously on her knees as Kate and Yelena cackled on-screen.

"Okay, so picture this," Kate said between giggles. "Y/n, as an undercover spy, trying to blend in during a mission but wearing the worst possible outfit-like neon green camo or something."

"Please, she'd make it fashion," Yelena snickered.

"Ha-ha, very funny," Y/n retorted with mock indignation.

Suddenly, a creak from downstairs caught her attention. She glanced at her door, curiosity piqued. "Hold on, guys," she said, scooping up her laptop. "My mom's up to something."

Kate and Yelena leaned closer to their cameras. "Ooh, this sounds juicy," Kate teased.

Y/n padded downstairs and peeked into her mom's room. Her jaw nearly hit the floor when she saw Rio standing in front of the mirror, adjusting her earrings and looking way too glamorous for an ordinary evening.

"Mom?" Y/n asked, stepping inside.

Rio spun around, caught off guard. "Oh! Hey, sweetheart. What's up?"

Kate and Yelena's voices rang out from the laptop. "She looks amazing! What's the occasion?"

Y/n raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, Mom, what's going on? You're all dressed up."

Rio hesitated, her gaze flickering between her daughter and the laptop screen. "Well, uh... I have a date."

"A DATE?!" the three teens exclaimed in unison, Y/n's voice loudest of all.

"Mom!" Y/n stared at her mother, wide-eyed. "With who? When? How long has this been going on?"

Rio held up her hands defensively. "Okay, okay, calm down. It's just one date. And it's with Agatha."

The room fell silent for half a second before Yelena and Kate erupted into cheers.

Yelena burst out laughing. "You mean to tell me your mom is going on a date with your English teacher? This is gold!"

Kate chimed in. "This is iconic. Agatha is awesome! I mean, she's, like, way better than any of our other teachers."

"Not helping!" Y/n exclaimed, burying her face in her hands.

Rio couldn't help but laugh softly, shaking her head. "Well, for the record, I didn't plan on dating your English teacher. It just... happened."

Before Y/n could respond, the doorbell rang. Rio glanced at the clock. "That's her. I'll see you later, sweetheart."

"Oh, no, you don't!" Y/n grabbed her laptop and bolted for the door, Kate and Yelena's faces still onscreen.

When Y/n flung the door open, there stood Agatha, looking sharp in a tailored navy blazer.

"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite teenager," Agatha said with a wink. "What's with the audience?"

Kate and Yelena chimed in simultaneously. "Hi, Agatha!"

Agatha chuckled. "Hello, troublemakers. Should I be worried about what you've been telling Y/n?"

"Not as worried as you should be about us setting a curfew," Kate quipped.

"That's right," Yelena added. "Have her home by ten. No later!"

Agatha smirked, tilting her head toward Rio, who had just appeared behind Y/n. "Looks like your entourage has spoken. Shall we?"

Rio rolled her eyes, leaning down to kiss Y/n on the forehead. "Behave while I'm gone, okay?"

Y/n groaned dramatically but smiled. "Fine. Have fun, I guess. But seriously, Mom, don't make this a regular thing."

As Rio and Agatha walked to the car, Y/n closed the door and turned back to her friends.

"Well, that happened," she said, flopping onto the couch.

Half an hour after Rio and Agatha left for their date. Y/n, Kate, and Yelena were still on FaceTime, sprawled out on Y/n's bed and laughing hysterically at some story Yelena recounted about her latest escapade in New York.

"So Clint walks in, takes one look at the mess we made, and says, 'I'm too old for this,' and just walks right back out!" Kate finished, practically crying with laughter.

Yelena wiped a tear from her eye. "Classic Clint. He's like a dad to you but also done with all of us."

Before Y/n could reply, the doorbell rang again, followed by frantic knocking.

"What the heck?" Y/n muttered, grabbing her laptop and heading for the door. "Hold on, guys. Someone's about to break the door down."

She opened the door to find Billy, red-faced and wide-eyed, breathing heavily like he had run the whole way to her house.

"Billy? What's wrong?" Y/n asked, confused.

Billy burst into the living room, waving his arms dramatically. "You are NOT going to believe what I just saw!"

Y/n closed the door and turned to him, her brow furrowed. "Okay, calm down. What's going on?"

Billy paced in a circle, still catching his breath. "I was downtown, you know, grabbing food with Tommy, and we passed this restaurant, and I SWEAR I saw your mom having dinner with Ms. Harkness!"

Kate and Yelena, still on the laptop screen, immediately started laughing.

"Wait," Billy said, suddenly noticing their faces. "Why are they laughing? Why are YOU laughing? Did you know about this?"

Y/n shrugged, trying not to smirk. "Yeah, Billy. We know."

Billy froze, his jaw-dropping. "What?! How long have you known? Why didn't you tell me?"

Kate grinned. "We found out like, what, 45 minutes ago? When Rio was getting ready?"

"Yep," Yelena chimed in. "And Y/n's been internally screaming ever since. Isn't it great?"

Billy threw his hands up. "Great? GREAT? This is insane! Your mom is out on a date with our English teacher! Do you know how awkward that's going to be in class on Monday?"

"Tell me about it," Y/n groaned, flopping onto the couch. "But it's not like I can stop them. They're both adults."

Billy collapsed into the chair across from her, his head in his hands. "This is wild. How did we not see this coming? Agatha's been dropping hints in class for months about having a 'special someone.'"

Kate leaned closer to the camera, eyes wide. "Wait-what? She has?"

"Yeah!" Billy said, sitting up. "She's always mentioning how she likes 'strong, independent women' or talking about someone who 'makes her laugh.' And now it all makes sense."

Yelena laughed. "Wow, she was literally describing Rio this whole time. Amazing."

Y/n groaned again. "Okay, can we stop analyzing my mom's love life? I'm trying to process this nightmare one step at a time."

Billy smirked. "Fine, fine. But I'm still not over this. Do you think they will become, like, a thing?"

Y/n sighed, rolling her eyes. "Knowing my mom? Probably. But honestly, if she's happy, I guess that's what matters."

Kate grinned. "Look at you being mature about it."

"Don't push it," Y/n warned, throwing a pillow at the laptop.

The group burst out laughing, the initial shock finally fading into something resembling acceptance or at least as close as Y/n would get that night.

[byulyi]

Bravery

Agatha All Along Week: Day 4 - Professors/Teachers

Summary: Rio and Agatha teach third grade at the same elementary school. Rio doesn't hide that she's infatuated with her but Agatha prefers to keep Rio at a distance and pushes her away with biting remarks. Eventually, the children notice that there's something between them and try to help Rio with getting through to Agatha. Rating: General Audiences Pairing: Agatha Harkness & Rio Vidal

@agathaallalongweek

It took one look into the smug face of Rio Vidal for Agatha to drop into the foulest mood. She was annoying, pushy and possibly the worst case of inflated ego she had to witness in her fifty years on this planet.

That wasn’t half of it though.

For whatever wretched reason Rio had made it her mission to flirt with Agatha every single time she tried to mind her own business. There was barely a day where she left her alone and it was irritating her.

“You are standing in my way,” Agatha said as she tried to get to the copier. Rio was standing there like she was glued to the spot, reading over whatever she was holding in her hands.

“Make me move then,” Rio rasped back when she turned her head to look at her.

“You are aware that your behavior is bordering on sexual harassment, right?”

With a gasp Rio put a hand on her chest and stepped aside. “Shame on you for thinking like that.”

They were elementary school teachers, both responsible for a third grade. This meant, much to Agatha’s dismay, that she had to work closer with Rio than she did with other colleagues. The school wasn’t big either so there were only two third grades.

In front of the children Agatha remained mostly polite but they had understood long ago that their teacher wasn’t happy when they would sing praises about Ms. Vidal who was, undoubtedly, the superstar of the school. She was always bringing in fun new activities into the sometimes-dull routine of school, taught a lot of practical things and was the only teacher allowed to tend to the school garden where her and her students grew flowers, vegetables and herbs.

“If she wanted to be a gardener she could have done that instead,” Agatha often hissed through gritted teeth, mostly when anyone said a kind word about Rio.

Yes, she was actually impressed by her set of skills and yes, she admired her creativity and the way she connected work and play for the children. Their grades were at a good level and when one of them stepped out of line Rio would reel them back in with a firm kindness.

She was all in all the perfect teacher and Rio knew that perfectly well.

Lately their students had started to snicker and exchanged hushed words whenever Agatha and Rio were in the same room or just out watching over them during recess, like today. Agatha always kept a decisive distance between herself and the other teacher, moving three steps away when Rio took one step closer.

“Ms. Vidal looks really pretty today,” one of the girls says after approaching Agatha. “Isn’t that right Ms. Harkness?” She points at the woman in question who was playing soccer with a few children and apparently having the time of her life. If Agatha focused she could hear her laughter – light and authentic, but Agatha didn’t focus on it. Not at all.

“I… I guess? Why are you asking me this?”

“Because you always look at her the way my dad looks at my mom before he tells her that she’s pretty.”

Agatha barely manages to keep her jaw from dropping. “Go play with your friends,” is all she says and the girl shrugs and skips away, making her way towards the playground.

The next day Agatha sits in the shade of one of the large trees in the school yard, paying only half-hearted attention to the playing children. From the corner of her eyes, she sees one of the boys from Rio’s class advancing, holding a small bouquet of beautiful yellow flowers in his hands.

“These are for you, Ms. Harkness,” he says and hands them to Agatha who can’t help but smile wide.

“Oh, they are really pretty. Thank you, Dean!”

Dean however shakes his head. “They are not from me.”

“They’re not?”

He shakes his head again and for a moment he seems to consider telling her more but then Rio Vidal of all people shows up out of nowhere and sits down next to Agatha.

He looks at Rio and turns before running away.

“Aw, you got a little admirer, hm?” Rio teases.

“He said the flowers aren’t from him,” Agatha replies.

“Huh? That’s interesting.” Rio looks at the flowers in thought for a moment before she shrugs. “Put them into some water with a bit sugar and lemon juice. Helps with keeping them fresh.”

When she walks away Agatha notices the yellow flower tucked behind Rio’s ear. Her eyebrows furrow in thought before realization hits her. She blushes and not from anger.

When Rio drops by her classroom later that day to give her some books for class the flowers sit neatly arranged on her desk. Neither of them comments on it.

A few days later Rio and Agatha have a reading hour with both of their classes. They let the kids take a break in between and Agatha is busying herself with writing down some notes for a different class when one of her best students comes up to her.

“Need anything?” She asks the girl.

“Ms. Harkness, do you have a boyfriend?”

Agatha was used to these questions. Children were curious about their teachers and she didn’t mind. “No, Dina.”

“A girlfriend?”

“Also no.”

Dina nods in thought. “Ms. Vidal doesn’t have a girlfriend or boyfriend either.”

“Well, sometimes people don’t want to have a girlfriend or boyfriend or they didn’t meet someone they like enough yet.”

“And sometimes,” an unwelcomed voice says suddenly and then Rio grabs a chair next to Agatha. “people already met that person but are too scared to tell them.”

Agatha wants to strangle her.

“Scared of the person you like?” Dina asks, confusion on her face. “That makes no sense.”

“I know, right?” Rio says with a sigh. “Sometimes people even act mean towards the person they actually like.”

“Adults are weird,” the girl concludes to herself before returning to her seat.

Rio doesn’t say anything but Agatha can basically hear the smug smile on her face.

“Anything I can do for you, Ms. Vidal? If not you can leave me alone again. Break is almost over anyway.”

Rio, brazen as always leans back in her chair. “Go out with me, Agatha.”

Agatha scoffs. “I wouldn’t even walk to the trash bin with you.”

“I know you probably have your reasons to act like this. I respect that. But I also like you a lot.”

“Have I not been mean enough to you?”

“You aren’t only mean to me. I know you’re the one who keeps buying new soy milk for the fridge in the teacher’s lounge even though I am the only one who uses it. I know you gave Dottie shit until she approved the new budget for my gardening class.” She moves a little closer to Agatha. “I know you stay longer on Fridays to watch me haul the soil bags across the schoolyard.”

“Now that last part is just a made-up accusation.”

“Is it though?” Rio pushes up the sleeves of her shirt, exposing part of her toned arms. Agatha’s breath hitches a little, much to her delight. “I look even better in a sleeveless shirt, you know.”

She nudges Agatha’s arm then. “You like me and I like you. Easiest thing in the world.”

Agatha is saved by some of the children starting a fight and she calls them out a little harsher than necessary before rushing over to them.

The sheer audacity of this woman.

On Friday evening Agatha’s doorbell rings and with a yawn she trails down the hallway. Once she opens the door she considers throwing it shut immediately, perhaps even moving somewhere else.

“No.” Agatha says to Rio who looks simply gorgeous, much to her dismay. “Absolutely not.”

“Come on, let me at least talk.”

“How the hell do you even know where I live?”

“Agatha,” Rio says and looks at her like she’s gone mad. “I live right across the street. We are neighbors.”

“You are messing with me.”

“You would have known that if you had bothered coming to the barbecue I held when I moved here three years ago. I invited you.”

“Three years?! How did I not notice you for three years?”

“How would I know?” She looks aside for a moment before focusing on Agatha again. “Can you please stop looking at me like you are about to use pepper spray on me?”

“What do you want?”

“I want you to have coffee with me. Either somewhere you want to go or even in school if you feel better like that. As a date.”

Agatha opens her mouth, but Rio cuts her off immediately. She couldn’t say if she had ever seen her this serious before.

“This is the last time I am going to ask you out. If you say no then I am giving up and you get your beloved peace of mind back. Because to be honest? I don’t want to keep running after you. I only did so because I know you like me too and it’s obvious we could have something really good. Even the kids at school know it. You are scared of something, Agatha, but you won’t even tell me about it and I think that’s unfair.”

Agatha is completely stunned. She couldn’t even come up with something dismissive to say as she stared at Rio, beautiful and kind Rio who only wanted to get to know her.

“I…” Agatha begins, but she can’t finish her sentence. The silence stretches along – uncomfortable – but then some fight comes back to her. “Why do you think you are entitled to any explanation?”

Rio huffs a joyless laugh. “You know what? Fair point. You win. Congratulations.”

When she turns Agatha panics and she calls out for her before she can stop herself.

“Rio! Please wait.”

She freezes before turning around. Agatha had never bothered calling her by her first name even if she never complained about Rio doing so with her.

Until now.

“Don’t give up on me, please. I know I am messed up, but…” she blinks several times, trying to find the right words. “Will you let me explain?”

The other woman nods. “Okay."

Agatha invites her in and makes tea for them as they settle down at the kitchen table.

Rio is silent but curious. Agatha sees her throwing little glances around the kitchen.

“I used to be married,” she begins. “My wife died almost eight years ago after being diagnosed with an aggressive form of cancer. There was no time to consider treatment, she simply declined that fast. One day she was still dragging me through store after store to find the perfect tableware set and basically the next she couldn’t even get up on her own anymore. She died only days later at home, in my arms.”

“I am sorry. That’s a terrible way to lose the person you love.”

Rio is looking at her with empathy but not pity which Agatha notes fondly.

“Yes, it is. I got better over the years but I never bothered with seeing someone. I didn’t even develop any feelings… until now.” She ends her sentence quietly, afraid of saying these words out loud. “I am scared of letting someone new in and I am especially scared of how much I already like you.”

“You know, there is no problem with taking things slow. We can just talk and get to know each other at a pace you are comfortable with.”

Agatha reaches across the table and puts her hand on Rio’s. She is met with a warm smile that she returns. “Sounds good.”

“So will you stop being mean to me at work from now on?”

“Absolutely not. What would the children say?”

[chackyxyooj]

A Hand Held

Where he lets his feelings for you subside.

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Description: Maybe the reason why Garroth never let himself get too close to you is because he never wanted to admit how much he truly cared. || Hurt/No Comfort, Angst.

Pairing: MS!Garroth X Reader

WC: ~1.8k

CW: Angst without a happy ending.

SMLS Masterlist

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Corn mazes aren’t usually a thing that Garroth partakes in for himself. That’s not to say that he won’t go into one, but if he’s given the choice of staying outside or going in he’ll usually pick the former option. Right now the boy walks through dimly lit rows of corn with his heart that practically beats out of his chest. While he’d be lying if he said it was purely due to the uneasy atmosphere, a part of the reason behind his racing heart is because of you.

For as long as Garroth can remember he’s always had the smallest hint of a crush on you. It wasn’t a ‘stay up for hours thinking about you’ kind of crush, but more of a ‘you’re the first person I hope walks through the door at my party’ kind of crush. Almost like a crush of convenience. He was there and so were you. It was only natural he’d take a liking to you.

If he was being completely honest, there have been times when Garroth’s ‘level of crush’ would surpass what he considered a small infatuation. There’s been a few too many nights where Garroth stays up on the phone with you while you pull another all nighter, and only Irene knows how often Garroth adjusts his plans if you ask him to hang out, but that kind of thing is only natural between friends - especially between friends as good as you and him.

Garroth’s crush on you is a small one. Even if it’s an ongoing crush that’s lasted for more than two years, it’s definitely just a small one. If it was a major crush Garroth would’ve confessed his feelings for you a long time ago. That’s just the kind of person he is. He’s perfectly comfortable with the way things are now so there’s no need for change.

The two of you have always been good friends, always keeping in touch and hanging out from time to time, but your friendship seemed to come in waves. It’s not a bad thing. Sometimes life has a tendency to swing you two closer together, and sometimes it doesn’t. The past few months would probably fall under the latter category. Today is actually the first in a while where the two of you are alone together.

You wanted to venture into the corn maze but everyone else wanted to trek through the 80’s themed horror house. Instead of forcing you to make the journey alone, Garroth happily stepped up to the challenge. What a mistake that was.

Everything was fine for a time. You and Garroth walked through the fields of corn making small talk - just the normal ‘catching up’ topics most people talk about - but the conversation was quickly running dry. It had never been this difficult to talk to you before. Why were things suddenly different now?

Garroth glances over at you, whose gaze is focused on where you’re going, and his heart does a little jump. You look so pretty beneath the moonlight.

“Garroth? Earth to Garroth! Hello?” You wave your hand in front of the boy’s face and snap him out of his daze. It seems you had perfect timing too, as the boy was about to walk right into a wall of corn stalks. “Don’t tell me you’re succumbing to corn maze madness already?!”

Garroth gives you a curious look. “C-corn maze madness?”

“Yes.” You nod your head with a straight expression. “They say that when you walk amongst the stalks for too long, you start to see things. Things that aren’t really there.”

A shiver shoots up Garroth’s spine at your flat tone of voice. “W-what? How come I’ve never heard of that before?”

You meet Garroth’s gaze slowly. For a moment it feels like Garroth’s heart might jump right out of his chest. This tension in the air - he can’t take it! He blinks down at you nervously, awaiting a reply that never seems to arrive. And then, you finally speak.

“The truth is… I made it up.”

“Huh?”

“I made it up!” Your facade of seriousness breaks alongside the sound of your laughter. “Oh my gosh, you didn’t really believe me, did you? Come on, corn maze madness? That sounds like some cheap thrill from a horror movie!”

Garroth pouts slightly. “Hey! I’ll remind you that you would be walking through this corn maze alone if it wasn’t for me.”

“So?”

“So you should be a little nicer to me!”

“Okay, I’m sorry. I won’t tease you so much. Thank you for putting up with my shenanigans, Garroth.” The grin on your face softens as you meet Garroth’s gaze, and once again it feels like his heart does a little flip.

Shoot.

Garroth knows exactly what’s happening, but why now? Why tonight? Why is it now that his feelings for you start to bubble up again? Garroth wants to, no, he needs to push them down. He needs to focus on something other than you, less he says something that you were never meant to hear.

“The uh… the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Garroth…” You turn to Garroth with a curious, almost mischievous look on your face. “You should be careful when you compliment the moon like that.”

“Why? Because it’s gonna cause me to develop ‘moon madness’ or something?” Garroth jokes with a slight laugh.

You shake your head. “Not quite that. It’s more like… you’re professing your love for me.”

“And the source is that you made it up?”

“No, actually… but I guess it makes sense that you don’t know about it. I mean, I’m pretty sure my confession to you wouldn’t have flown over your head if-”

You snap one of your hands over your mouth, your eyes going wide as if you’ve just seen a ghost. Garroth hardly has a chance to process what you’ve said before he’s reaching out to grab your wrist, preventing you from disappearing into the corn maze without him. You don’t pull away from the boy once he has you, not that you could, but you don’t turn around to face him either.

Garroth can feel his heart racing in his chest. “Wait, when did you…?”

“It was a long time ago.” Your reply is short as you peek over at the boy, a playful smile now masking the nervous expression you sported just moments ago. “Just a silly little friend crush. Nothing you need to feel weird about, I promise!”

Garroth can feel his grip around your wrist twitch. You liked him? Not only that, but you had confessed to him? To be fair your confession was in an off handed way that not many people would know, but that chance - the opportunity to tell you the truth - it had been right in front of him all along?

Eventually Garroth’s grip on you loosens. He expects you to pull away from him like you always do, but you don’t. In spite of everything that’s happening, you reach forward and take Garroth’s hand in yours.

“Come on, Garroth!” You laugh, the sound of your voice strained as it echoes through the air. “If we don’t get a move on we’re gonna be stuck in here forever!”

At first your grip felt foreign against his hand. He’s never had someone take his hand before. Of course you’d be the first one to do it though. It wasn’t long before Garroth found himself enjoying how your hand felt in his and subsequently chastising himself for feeling that way.

He doesn’t like you like that. No matter how harshly his heart beats in his chest, or how much he enjoys having you so close, it’s not because he has a crush on you.

Garroth refuses to acknowledge that he might have even the slightest bit of interest in you that surpasses a ‘friend crush.’ You’re just a friend. A really good friend who is helping him through the corn maze he roped himself into. An extremely good and reliable friend who brings out the side of himself he doesn’t usually show to anyone else.

You’re someone who liked him, and he’s someone who…

“I liked you too.”

You pause for a moment, your pace slowing ever so slightly as you turn around and steal a glance at Garroth from over your shoulder.

The charming edge to your smile softens and reveals what usually lies beneath your playful demeanour. It’s a quiet and thoughtful look, Garroth thinks, and it’s one that he’s seen on you a few times before. He can’t pinpoint the when and where of those times, but he remembers what it feels like to see it.

First he’ll feel surprised, then he’ll feel confused, and finally, Garroth is left feeling conflicted.

You look so pretty, but you also look sad. It’s natural for Garroth to want to comfort his friends when they seem saddened or distraught, but that’s not a thing he usually comes across with you. You’re always so happy. Always so carefree. And yet, someone as happy as you can make an expression like this one.

When the sorrow in your eyes is because of him, how can Garroth do anything but pull away? How can he bear to endure the beating of his heart when he can feel you pulling away? You’re not his and he’s not yours. No matter what he might want, he needs to remember that.

Garroth loosens his grip on your hand. You probably think he’s a horrible friend for telling you something like that - especially after having confessed you used to like him.

With a quiet sigh Garroth looks away from you. “I’m sorry.”

“For liking me?”

“Yeah... Wait, no, not that! I just meant-”

“I get it.” You reply in your ever-playful tune, turning your eyes forward as you resume leading Garroth through the corn maze.

Garroth looks over at you in confusion, his heart racing in his chest. “You do?”

“Yeah…” You muse. “I probably shouldn’t say this, but knowing you liked me… it makes me happy. Even though nothing came from it, I’m glad someone like you chose to like someone like me. Even if it was for just a moment.”

Oh… so that’s how it is.

“Yeah.” Garroth nods, his grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly. “Me too.”

Garroth doesn’t understand it, he’s never understood it and maybe he’ll never get to understand it, but just for tonight he decides it doesn’t matter. Garroth likes you, and you liked him. Though he’s never dared to close the distance that exists between your friendship, Garroth is glad to share this moment together.

When all is said and done, Garroth knows that this is the last time he’ll get to hold you this way.

[hath-e]

That Amuro and Bright post is hold for a bit. So instead let me ponder about the Messer MS line, specifically the movie version:

Me02R-F01 Messer Type-F01 and all its descendants

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So this suit is the direct follow up to the Sazabi and the Geara Doga, and just like those two it is developed and sold by Anaheim Electronics. It is a formidable and chonky unit being pretty much equal to the Gustav Karl.

The actual specs from the HG manual put it at almost exact same height, power output as the Karl with the biggest difference being that the Messer has a slightly higher thrust strength.

Which makes sense we see the Messer actually get some work done in both the movie and the novels as opposed to the Gustav which needs the numbers advantage and complete lack of care for collateral damage to get anything done.

But the Messer has a great standout feature, since it was purpose built for in-atmo guerilla combat it's large backskirt is actually a stabilizer allowing for greater control during free fall, which makes avoiding collateral damage easier and makes the suit overall more maneuverable than than it's EFF counterpart.

Even before the movie started the suit was already developed further into two units:

The Me02R-F02 Messer Type-F02, which is almost exactly the same suit, with the only different being the flared out shin armor, which paired with the leg thrusters greatly improves the suits hover time.

And the Me02R-Fc Messer Type-F Naked, which is the Messer F01 but with a mounted head antenna and a small backpack thruster. The one we see in the movie is stripped of all it's weapons because it was being used to obtain the Gundam but due to the HGs manual we can assume that it would use a similar loadout to the others. This suit is painted pink and purple to probably stand out, and it's original pilot was Hathaway Noa.

The Type-F01 is piloted by Nobile Gawman in the movie, the Type-F02 is piloted by Golf and Fencer and the Type-F is piloted by Emeralda Zabin

I think that there's something to be said about how every suit under Mafty use is colored with that red and orange people associate with Char, every suit except those used by Hathaway. Mafty as an organization and Quack Salver specifically like that reputation that comes with being "the next coming of Char" which is not surprising. The problem is that Hathaway clearly has some disdain with being compared to Char, as well he is the reason that Hathaway is even in this mess.

But he gets out of it, by first having that commander unit painted a different color, more than likely under the justification that it's supposed to stand out to draw the fire to himself, and then second by getting the white Xi Gundam.

Now onto some fun facts about the suit:

1. Messer is knife in German.

2. Since the movie version is based on the Sazabi it's cockpit is located in the head, this can be seen in scene where Hathaway gets the Xi Gundam.

3. Nobuhiko Genma and Hajime Katoki both worked on designing the movie version of the Messer and according to the official Gundam Hathaway pamphlet they modified a model of the Sazabi for their own custom Messer.

4. The F02 and F Types HG's only released under P-Bandai with the F01 type being the retail version.

[gremoria411]

*The following contains spoilers for Mobile Suit Gundam: Requiem for Vengeance*

This is a follow-up post to my earlier one covering the first two episodes of Mobile Suit Gundam: Requiem for Vengeance. I’ll link it here but I’ll probably be covering a lot of the same points

I’m also going to completely give the game away right now: I don’t find Requiem for Vengeance to be a good show. Probably the nicest thing I could say is that that the designs are nice. It has some good ideas, it just really mangles the execution.

A lot of these are notes I made as I was watching the episodes, and I specifically rewatched episodes 4 and 6, because I’ve got a lot to say about them relative to everything else.

Characters

Is the only reason they made Iria a mother so they could justify her empathy towards the enemy pilot!? Like motherhood isn’t a necessary component of caring about other humans. You can just do that.

Follow-up: Iria doesn’t really express much affection towards her actual flesh-and-blood child during the show. He’s presumably in Zeon somewhere, but he never appears except in photograph. But her actions at the end of the show….. really don’t help.

Major Ronnay’s odd. Because he kinda feels like the only sensible character/the only character who’s aware of the wider situation - the war’s starting to turn against Zeon, and shifting to shepherding his resources to compensate for disrupted supply lines feels like a good decision at this point, not picking fights with the Earth federation’s newest prototype. Ronnay also marshalls the group’s evacuation from Earth. Yeah, he’s mean to the protagonists, but he’s under a lot of stress and he’s in charge of a worsening was situation. It’s just quite odd to see the only character who indicates a wider understanding of the conflict presented so negatively. That said, it’s not like he’s really immune to the bad acting and dialogue. When talking about dead civilians in episode 4, he sounds more bothered that they died for something so measly, as opposed to the fact that they were innocent people caught up in a war that had nothing to do with them.

I really don’t like Captain Zydoss. He kinda just exists to verbally explain other characters backstories, or to tell other characters that they’re in the right. There’s no real character here. Man straight-up says: “Those soldiers? They were just doing their jobs.” That is not a line I’m really enthused about hearing in a show like this, because it makes me question what the fuck the writers were trying to say here.

I kinda already made a post about this, but I really don’t like Yuri Kellerne in this. The design’s awful, he only shows up to say to the viewers “Yeah, Iria was right, also she’s a cool dude who doesn’t afraid of anything”. He doesn’t really do anything, and it just feels like a “see 08th MS team fans, it’s that character you like!”.

To be honest, I didn’t really have strong opinions on the other characters. There just isn’t a lot there to care about honestly.

Story

Okay, so “War is Hell” just isn’t a theme here. That’s kinda the main problem. There’s no real attempt to humanise the Earth Federation or present them as anything other than largely faceless. I’ve noted before that “War is Hell” is kinda the main thing that makes Gundam work in my opinion, because it’s really noticeable if it isn’t there. It’s just a very by-the-numbers military series. There’s no real “hook” or idea that it’s putting forward. It might’ve helped if Iria’s squad mates had been better characterised, so there’d be a sense of them having actual plans beyond the war. But, ultimately, they die because of the federation’s new mobile suit - not because war is an ultimately horrifying and tragic thing. The presentation just doesn’t line up for me at all.

I do think the emphasis on the watch is good, because it emphasises that time is running out for Zeon. But it never really comes up again after the first two episodes.

The voice work really brings it down, because there’s just no way for the scenes to have any real gravitas or impact when the voices are this poor.

I think another problem is that the opening episode(s) with the Gundam sell it as a threat too well - it effortlessly wiped out Iria’s entire team, as well as numerous other Zaku’s that challenge it while Iria’s scrambling around in recovery. It shrugs off machineguns, bazooka’s, a fuel tanker…… so any attempts by Iria to bring the fight to it just feels utterly stupid, because there’s no real reason it shouldn’t just wipe out another two Zaku’s. The fight in episode 4 is particularly obvious - the Gundam just slowly approaches, it’s doesn’t exhibit any of its trademark speed and never presses the advantage. There’s never a sense that any damage dealt to it is “earned”, it just takes a hit because the plot demands it.

Okay, the dress turning to blood thing was ambitious, and if it had worked would’ve been really cool. But fabric and liquid are hard to animate at the best of times, so one to the other in a show like this was never going to pan out.

You can really tell this was made by former transformers alumni. Not that that’s necessarily a bad thing, just some of the shots are very transformers-esque.

Wait, doesn’t Iria’s comment about not shooting disembarking pilots directly contradict the actions of the federation forces earlier in the show? Also didn’t she just tell her squadmate to kill him? Oh, getting out of his mobile suit and trying to escape in order to come back in a fresh suit? Oh well, it just wouldn’t be sporting to kill him now, better let him go.

“I wasn’t aiming to take out the pilot! This is our best chance to take out the Gundam!” “At what price, lieutenant?” I dunno, two enemy combatants that were just trying to kill you? And have killed your allies? In a warzone? Seems like an odd time to develop a conscience, Iria. It’s not necessarily off-brand for Gundam, but it’s just so hackneyed. Iria recognises the Gm pilot and later the Gundam pilot as human exclusively, but the infantry and tank gunners were apparently fair game.

Follow-up: Iria also randomly spares a Guntank in episode 6. A Guntank that could very easily shoot down Zeon HLV’s that Iria is currently defending. I feel like that was unwise.

To be clear here, I’m not criticising the decision to have Iria spare characters, I’m criticising the decision to present it in this way - it causes Iria to come off as hypocritical and careless to ignore active threats, and the rationale of why she’s sparing them never comes up.

The URMC guy helps the cast attack the enemy (such as in episode 4). Doesn’t that kinda spit in the face of his neutrality?

Oh hey, I was so busy talking about the poor character writing that I almost forgot to mention the false flag operation. Y’know, that thing that is illegal under wartime law? That the characters commit when they dress up as Federation forces in order to steal the GMs? Yeah, that. Like, I know it’s par for the course in shows like this (like 0080), but it still feels odd to see it presented in such a heroic fashion. It just would’ve felt better if the characters had acknowledged that it was a sketchy/desperate thing to do (like 0080), rather than playing it completely straight.

It kinda feels like they came up with the title first, and then introduced elements to fit with it - Iria being a violinist just feels very vestigial, and vengeance…… either isn’t a theme or it’s badly executed enough that I didn’t notice it (characters talk about it a lot, but not to any real purpose).

Okay, the combination of character animation, voice work dialogue and the fact that Iria probably has a concussion makes the fact that Iria decides to pilot her Zaku in episode 6 (unintentionally) really funny. Because she’s giving this big dramatic speech with swelling music, but it genuinely just feels like this is the shock and concussion talking, so I just expect her to step on to the truck and fall flat on her face.

We can swear now, great, good for us. That isn’t an excuse for the dialogue to be as bad as it is.

Alright, I fully fell off on episode 6. I’m sorry, it crosses the line from plain old regular bad to hilariously bad for me. It’s like the hyper-realistic faces coupled with the absolutely terrible animation and voice acting just blends together into something completely farcical.

“Machineguns are not effective, aim for the treads” *continues firing*. Also, did they just forget that guntanks have missile launchers?

There’s kind of no real sense of flow to the fights either. Everything moves as fast as it needs to. Stopping stock-still in the middle of a combat zone is a death sentence, so it’s really noticeable how frequently Requiem for Vengeance stops fights so its characters can have dramatic conversations. This is very, very noticeable in episode 6.

Wait hang on. Iria: “The Earth Federation’s Won, We’re just trying to retreat, please let us go” Gundam Pilot: “Then surrender, if we let you terrorists go you’ll just attack us again later” Iria then proceeds to not surrender. Furthermore, Zeon is withdrawing military personnel and war material like mobile suits, which they will use against the Earth Federation in the last months of the war. Isn’t the Gundam pilot completely in the right here? But the presentation of the scene seems to be trying to put Iria in the right. But what the Gundam pilot’s saying is correct. Zeon did start the war, and will continue attacking the Earth. So it feels like the narrative is presenting the Gundam pilot as being in the wrong simply by their nature as a child soldier thrust into this war. They didn’t have a choice, they need Iria (who’s a mother, by the way) to tell them they have a choice. The narrative places the fact that they’re a mother and child over the fact that they share a common humanity. It’s such a stupid choice.

“Zeon forces were driven completely out of Europe and Asia” that’s a funny way of saying “we were driven off the entire Earth”.

Other stuff (mostly Setting and Visuals)

I do like the little Zaku ears, they’re nice.

So why is the character covered in highly identifiable Zeon tattoos considered for an infiltration? Just a note.

The mobile suits are pretty dang gorgeous.

The Gundam pilot has a Nintendo switch.

Sooooo…… no mention of why they’re going to Odessa? No reason that might be relevant to anything?

I will probably do a small post on Loum. Because this is gonna annoy me.

Can the Gouf’s fly in this? It’s really throwing me. Because they shouldn’t be able to, but it looks really cool? Maybe they just didn’t want to model Gouf flight types.

Yes, Requiem for Vengeance, I enjoyed the Gouf Custom in 08th MS team as well. Can I please have literally any other mobile suit. (Yeah, it’s cool, but it’s not cool enough to carry your entire show).

Follow-up: it feels like the writers wanted to emphasise that the Gouf Custom in 08th ms team could totally have beaten the Gundam if it had needed to. Like yeah, but that’s not important. The point of that scene (in 08th Ms Team) isn’t some kind of dick-measuring of mobile suits, it’s to emphasise Norris Packard’s character and skill, that he made those decisions in service to the wider objective (and to iterate on Ramba Ral and Amuro’s relationship from 0079). It’s not there to demonstrate how strong the Gouf is. I mean, yeah they want you to buy the models, but come on.

In case the ratio of criticism-to-praise above didn’t give it away, I really didn’t like Requiem for Vengeance. It just fails to engage with the theme I consider central to Gundam: “War is hell”. It also doesn’t really humanise any of the opposing side, which while not a deal-breaker, certainly doesn’t help its position. There just really isn’t a lot of character on display here, so there’s little to distract from the bad dialogue, stiff animation and near-comedically poor line deliveries. The human animation and writing really kill the series for me, since they just cripple the shows ability to deliver any kind of impact on its points. Then again, when its points are “The Earth Federation is just SO MEAN you guys”, it’s probably best the delivery’s as poor as it is. I don’t really know what the shows trying to say but it certainly doesn’t seem to be “War is bad”.

It feels like the writers were able to grasp gundam’s thesis of “child soldiers are bad”, but took that to be “people who use child soldiers are bad”, not “the circumstances that war creates will eventually cause children to take up arms for a cause they don’t fully understand, leaving them to have short miserable live of perpetuating the harm they have suffered upon others, as just one part of the horror that war visits upon its victims”. This is emphasised by the ending, which is pretty shit. Despite the opportunity to return home and retire, like multiple other Zeon aces did. Iria instead fucks off and joins the Zeon remnant in Africa, while stating that many of the other soldiers there “don’t have a home to return to, are consumed by hatred or yearning only for a glorious death on the battlefeild”. THEN WHY ARE YOU THERE. Why are you perpetuating the conflict by throwing in with remnant groups? How the hell is this supposed to prevent child soldiers from happening? Go home.

Plus, the way Zeon’s presented here seems kind of…… dishonest. Like it’s not incorrect or canon-breaking, it just seems to skirt around a lot of details in order to paint Zeon as, for want of a better term, “less evil”. So, we have characters mention The Battle of Loum, without mentioning what Loum was. We have characters note the worsening war situation, without engaging with why Zeon’s on the back foot. The characters retreat back up into space, but it isn’t stated what they’re retreating from. You’d expect someone to mention the actual wider war situation. I know they’re soldiers, and they’re likely fed a steady diet of Zeon propaganda - but then why not let us see that propaganda, note how the characters engage with it. Do they agree, disagree? Do they take it as gospel, accept that the principality is covering up some things or rage that it’s blatant lies? How does Zeon, the nation, its leaders and its governance affect these characters? The choice to completely ignore it seems wrongheaded and, as above, dishonest. There’s no hint of Zeon’s fractious command structure here, that the upper brass are too consumed by infighting to heed the wider war situation. There’s no mention of Garma Zabi, late commander of the Earth Attack Force, who presumably the characters would have a lot of opinions on. Requiem for Vengeance doesn’t exactly paper over Zeon’s failings, it just doesn’t mention them. I find it interesting that of the “big three” Zeon Earth Commanders (Garma Zabi, Yuri Kellerne, and M’Quve) we only see Yuri, who’s arguably the softest of the three. Like, M’Quve is right there, you guys. There’s even a Tony Takezaki illustration that could be used as a basis to adapt his design to the new style:

And M’Quve would have been the perfect opportunity to showcase Zeon’s fractious upper command. So his omission just feels glaring (much like the illustration). Major Ronnay’s perhaps the closest to being a member of Zeon High Command, but he’s essentially the stock “Commander whose orders the protagonist disregards” archetype. I *could* describe him as the most humanised out of the cast, but that feels like I’m reaching. There is Joshua Stein (the commander in the first episode, who originally calls the Red Wolves in), but he feels more genuinely incompetent, rather than saying anything meaningful about Zeon as a whole - his failings are more personal, rather than symptoms of a wider problem with Zeon Command (and in any case he’s only got around three scenes, so it’s difficult to glean anything from him).

Slight follow-up, but we’re also not told anything about the Battle of Odessa. I noted in my posts in the run-up to the release of Requiem for Vengeance that it takes place shortly before the Battle of Odessa, which was the big turnaround for Zeon’s fortunes on Earth, leading to a mass retreat back up into space. This is a *big thing* in the wider war, because it is where the Federation finally gets its momentum (and mobile suits) going and essentially forces Zeon into the back foot, a position they never really recover from. For all the series loves to bang on about Loum, it never mentions Odessa. Part of this is excusable - Zeon would likely downplay its loss as Odessa to keep morale high, and the characters may not have received accurate reports yet, but I’d just like someone to mention it - “seems Odessa didn’t go to plan” or just something like that. Because it’s the whole reason they’re retreating in the last few episodes and no-one says anything.

I’d ordinarily be pretty easy on the whole “Zeon’s War for Independence” thing, since it’s an example of how the populace of Zeon was motivated to fight, but it’s a lie. It’s a lie told to justify the One Year War (and subsequent acts of spacenoid aggression). Like, there’s no problem with the characters believing the lie, but presenting it completely straight feels off. Like, if there was just one instance where it was acknowledged that maybe we shouldn’t trust the motivation of the guys who declared war and dress like space nazi’s, then cool, but the series doubles down on this impression by Iria’s statement at the end that the war didn’t really end as far as she’s concerned. Again, no problem with Iria believing that, by all accounts that’s how a lot of Zeon Remnant Groups saw the situation but it just reads oddly when talking about the One Year War. It kinda makes the series feel like in-universe propaganda or revisionist history, because at no point does it acknowledge that maybe Iria isn’t that reliable of a narrator.

Iria: “and so, to prevent more children from becoming child soldiers, I became a deadbeat mom.”

So yeah, Mobile Suit Gundam: Requiem for Vengeance - the mechanical design and opening’s pretty nice, but they really can’t carry the rest of the show and over time the dull plot, uninteresting characters and awful voice acting really just sap away any initial goodwill I possessed. The fact that it seems utterly unwilling to engage with *why* the war happened and *why* Zeon lost is particularly irritating, since (by its nature as a Zeon-focused show) it’s in the perfect position to talk about those questions.

[kissorkill16]

If Bubba Had Lived In WWWOH: AHNF

By JJ

Summary: The title says it all.

Bubba walked up the stairs to Nicky's room and gently pushed the door open, she sighed in relief when she saw him on his bed.

But she was worried once again when she saw that he was curled up into a ball, hugging his knees.

"Nicholas."

Nicky's head snapped up when he heard his grandmother's voice. "Bubba, hi."

The elderly lady stepped into the room, "I just wanted to make sure you were home.", she said. Nicky sat up and made room for his grandmother to sit down.

"I'm fine, Bubba. I'm just...tired."

Bubba looked down at her lap.

"Nicholas...", she started, "I worry about you every single day now, more than I have before. You were taken from our family, and the demon man turned you into this...doll."

Nicky looked down at his bed, still hugging his knees. "Bubba, it was my fault. I was the one who left -"

Bubba gently took Nicky's hand and squeezed it, "Then I need you to swear, Nicholas.", she said. "Swear you'll never, ever leave me again."

The boy didn't answer, so the elderly lady squeezed his hand a little harder.

"Swear."

Nicky nodded, gently squeezing his grandmother's hand back. "I swear, Bubba.", he said. "I'll never leave you again."

Bubba smiled at Nicky, then she moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around him. Nicky waited a minute, then he wrapped his arms around his grandmother.

"By the way, Bubba...", said Nicky, "I was offered therapy today."

"Hm?"

Nicky pulled away from Bubba and rubbed the back of his head. "Well,...my science teacher, Mr. Murtaugh offered to be my personal counselor.", he pulled out a small piece of paper from his pocket and gave it to Bubba. "He told me to give this to you."

Bubba took the small piece of paper and took a close look at it.

It was a phone number.

About an hour or two later, Bubba was talking on the phone with Nicky's science teacher, Mr. Murtaugh. They were discussing the therapy offer.

"No. Absolutely not.", she said.

Mr. Murtaugh tried reasoning with the elderly lady, "Ma'am, please consider it. Nicholas needs help -"

"I can help him myself!", yelled Bubba on the phone. "You think I don't know how to talk to my own grandson?!"

"Ma'am, that's not what I said.", said the science teacher, and it actually sounded like he was pleading with the elderly lady. He took a deep breath and tried again.

"Ms. Fein, I don't want to make you feel like you can't talk to your grandson about his problems, I just want to make sure he has extra help.", he said, "Nicky is a great boy, and it pains me to see him like this. I want to help him, just like you."

Bubba looked down at the floor, she felt herself starting to agree with him. "I do see your point, mister. I want to help my grandson, and it is a nice sight to see that someone else cares about him too. I never saw much of that around here."

"I understand, Ms. Fein."

The elderly lady nodded, "I'll consider it. Nicholas will be attending weekly therapy sessions with you, and I'll be taking him and picking him up."

"Brilliant!", said the science teacher, "I can't wait to see you two then."

And he hung up.

Just then, just as Bubba sat down, she heard Nicky yelling upstairs in his room.

"You're gonna die, all of you!"

Worried, she immediately stood up, but just as she was about to leave the living room, Luanne stood in front of her and raised a hand to her. "Me and Jay will deal with this, because I care about my own son.", she said sternly, then she ran up the stairs, Jay following close behind her.

Bubba hugged herself, pacing around the room. Then she heard glass breaking, more of Nicky yelling "YOU'RE GOING TO DIE, ALL OF YOU!", then more glass breaking.

The elderly lady clutched at the sides of her head, her mind going in all different types of directions of worry. Just then, she saw five silhouettes through the window.

She pushed the window open, and her eyes widened to see five children standing there.

One of the children she recognized, Trinity Bales. The other kids, she didn't recognize. One of the boys had on a red sweater and glasses, another had ginger hair and blue overalls, another boy had a yellow jacket and an orange backpack, and a girl had a pink baseball hat and blue overalls.

All of the children stilled in shock when they saw the elderly lady.

Immediately, Bubba ran out the door and to the side of the house. "Why are you all here?", she sternly asked.

"Uh...we uh...we were - uh...", the boy in the red sweater stuttered, but the girl in the pink baseball hat cut him off. "We were trying to talk to Nicky, but he freaked out."

Bubba's eyes widened, then they were filled with anger. "Does his outburst have something to do with you, children?", she asked.

The kids all looked down at their feet.

"I can't believe this! I can't believe any of you!", Bubba looked down at Trinity and pointed her cane at her, "Especially you. You brought my grandson back to me, and now you're driving him to a weak mental state?"

"Ma'am, please. We were just trying to -"

Just then, so unexpectedly, a loud boom came from across the street. All of the children and the elderly lady looked across the street to see a house burning, black smoke coming out of the windows.

The children ran to the front of the house, and Bubba stood in place, watching the house burn in utter shock.

Then two people came out of the house, a man and a woman. She recognized the woman, the same one who accused Nicky of giving Trinity a hypoglycemic shock, and the man she assumed was her husband.

And she also assumed that these two were Trinity's parents.

"Mom! Dad! What happened?!", Trinity frantically asked her parents. Her mother coughed a few times before answering, "Thirteen outlets in my office!", she coughed once more. "Blew!"

Mrs. Bales head snapped up, and she looked angrily at the children. "Why are they here?!", she asked angrily.

All of the children looked at Mrs. Bales in fear as she ranted about how Trinity was grounded, and Bubba watched from across the street as she watched this woman get angry at her daughter and ground her when she did nothing wrong.

Then she said something that really made the elderly lady snap.

"Does this fire have something to do with them?!"

Bubba stomped across the street, hearing Trinity's nervous stammering, trying to defend herself. The elderly lady stepped in front of her.

"Unbelievable!", said the elderly lady, "You really are disgusting, woman! The children had nothing to do with this!"

Mrs. Bales angrily pushed the elderly lady, "Get the hell off of my property you old bitch! I didn't ask for you to step in!"

Bubba angrily pushed the woman back, "You touch me again and I'll make you regret it!"

"Bitch, you're old as fuck! What the fuck are you gonna do?!"

Mr. Bales tried to interfere, "Honey, please -"

But the woman pounced on the elderly lady, and the two were suddenly fighting on the lawn.

The children stepped back and watched in shock. Except the girl in the pink baseball hat and the boy in the yellow jacket, they took their phones out and started recording the two ladies fight.

Mr. Bales went to his daughter, "Honey, get inside the car and call 911.", then he turned his attention to the children, "The rest of you can go home, I'm calling all of your parents."

Trinity absentmindedly went to the car and got in, her phone in one hand...

And a burnt Golden Apple coin in the other hand.

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