#my dad died when i was three and that's my excuse ok

[papabigtoes]

How are you feeling about knubbs

I thought he was FANTASTIC in this movie (you gave me an excuse to draw him from it) !

(very in depth response below)

I love his character and how he acts. The facials of him sassily kicking the breakfast table killed me in a watchparty I had with my friends

And yes, all three of us went “NOOOOO!” when he was engulfed by the explosions.

I will say, as much as I tried to avoid spoilers, his death was spoiled for me in my inbox once the leaks circled around last week. It wasn’t it being spoiled that made me groan - it was the fact they were typed as if the annoying orange grew fingers and wanted to be EXTRA quirky. I am embarassed for the anon because all it made me feel was the same way I feel when I stumble upon a millenial making videos with their dog where they speak in this pseudo-european accent all squeaky. If you ever wanna make me clench my toes in disgust, just send me clips of dogs with bad forced accents all chipmunked. that one audio that goes “IF MONDAYE WAS A VEGGIETABLE, IT WOULD BE A ZZUCHEYENEYE, BECAUSE ITS ZUCHS!” oughhh i will be white knuckling my phone like murderface on twitter when he shits bro

THEN, I saw people on instagram and one had Dick’s face as it was melting from Nathan’s trip. When I saw that image before the movie, I believed either A.) When MF got exorcised Salacia jumped into the closest body and because he wasn’t a demi-god, his body began to legit melt, OR B.) it tied into the fact Crozier hired Knubbler to get info on the band since S1E2. And he was revealing that he wasn’t actually as good-intentioned as the band thought.

The fact he continued to be a wholesome wine aunt and hippie stoner uncle hyrbid to the boys, AND THE FACT CROZIER HAD AN ARC (in my au I have him be like a grumpy grandpa to the boys, and a dad figure to MF so the fuel this film gave me for fan art? BOUNTIFUL) god it was truly a feast

I think I would be more sad if they decided to have the route be that Knubbler was terrified to die. If he was pounding on that shield in a panic, oh that would hurt! He looked so accepting of it, looking at the band with confidence that they’d indeed save the world, was a pretty damn awesome way to go. He went out like a true gear - he feared not his mortality.

I will say, his passing wont cause me to cease drawin’ him and William! I’ll draw him like he died but he got better so he’s ok.

have a lot of dickface stuff I want to include into my fan piece au, and he’ll still be a favorite to draw when it comes to it. Lmk if you want me to draw any knubbler angst with mf and whatnot, because I’ll probably continue with my favorite route with drawing him - the Cheese Route™️.

What do you feel about it, anon? You don’t have to answer back, but I do enjoy Talkin’ Klok and would love to hear your thoughts too!

#fan fart #metalocalypse #dick knubbler #william murderface #dethklok #aotd spoilers #aotd #army of the doomstar #army of the doomstar spoilers #thank you for the ask!

[asmutwriter]

A True Lady (Part 1)

This was originally a Benedict fic but I changed it to Anthony. So apologies if she seems flirty towards both of them, its likely because I missed it when I reread it to change the names.

Anthony x Reader

WORD COUNT: 4182

Next / Master List

WARNINGS: mentions of prostitution, time period sexism, swearing, talk of sex, kissing, drunk kissing

DISCLAIMERS

-   This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

It was your 19th birthday. You were helping one of your roommates get in the washing. You lived in a small house, able to afford a room but having to share with a few other people. You were helping out the girl that lived in the same room as you when a knock at the door distracted you. You saw a very well dressed man look at you “Excuse me ma’am, is Miss-” he reads the letter he has “-Smith living here?” you nod slightly

“That is me. How can I help you?” he hands you a letter.

“From your father”

“I’m sorry there must be a mistake” he shakes his head “No, you see I got told my father died years ago” he shakes his head again

“M’lady. Your father died a few days ago. This is his will” he motions his eyes at the letter “I’d recommend you read it” he clears his throat “we will come and collect you in a few days” and with that he bows and walks to his carriage. You go to speak again but get called by the other women. You quickly take the letter and place it into your corset. 

“Who was that?”

“A lord of sorts I believe. I think he lost his way” you smile at her as she nods “I completely forgot, I was meant to be doing a work thing today. So I’m going to go” you excuse yourself and go to work. 

It doesn’t pay much, but working in a factory defiantly gets you enough money for food on your plate. When you get there you meet with two of your friends, both on the same level of factory work as you. You pull out the will from your bodice whilst explaining what had happened. “But I thought your dad had died before you were born?”

“So did I” you open the letter and read it out loud

‘My dearly beloved family, if you are reading this I am afraid it is because I have succumbed to my illness and died. I want you all to know I love you with all my heart but I-” your eyes widen at the next line, your friends getting closer to you with anticipation “I feel like you are all like vultures and trying to get close to me. I know I was never the best father in the world, but for you all to try and get close to me as I lie dying, well it’s embarrassing for you all. So for each of you I leave a penny. Apart for my bastard child, Emily Smith, to which I leave the rest of my fortune and my entire estate. My dear, I hope my footman has managed to deliver this letter to you and I hope you are reading this. I am sorry we never met and I’m sorry you will be suddenly thrown into the limelight but as of receiving this letter you will no longer be known as Miss Emily Smith, but instead as Lady Emily Garcia. My footmen will pick you up in a few days after you receive this letter so you may have enough time to pack your belongings and make your way to your new life” You feel tears start to swell

“You’re going to be rich”

“Ooh a real lady” your friends joke with you and hug you as you stand in shock. You hear the boss call out your names. Yelling at you to either leave with no pay or get back to work. The three of you decide on the latter, you’re friend whispering to you before you separate on the work floor.

“When you become rich, don’t forget about us” you shake your head as you smile at them

“I would never forget my best friends”

-

A few months had passed since getting the letter. You said farewell to your home. Leaving behind the small room and your roommates behind. Thankfully you could write them letters to stay in touch but you’d only lived with them for a short while so hadn’t grown a strong bond with them. Not strong enough to bring them with you to your new life. So although you were sad in leaving them you were happy to move on with your life. You also didn’t tell them it was your father that had left a fortune as you were a bit worried they might try and steal it from you, knowing how light fingered a few of them were.

But none the less, here you were sitting at the head of your table, trying to remember which spoon was for which meal. The meal in question sat in front of you and your handmaiden awaiting eagerly for you to pick the correct utensils. You point to one of the forks and she shakes her head sadly and points to the correct fork. You grunt in annoyance “Why must I know the details of all the cutlery? No one shall see me eat anything anyway”

“It is only proper for you to know which one is which for if you go to a party, or for when you finally have a party”

“Or I could just not eat whenever that happens and drink a lot of whatever is on offer so I feel full” you smile at her to which she chuckles slightly “When am I able to throw a party?” you query

“When you have been considered part of high society. No one is aware of your father’s death apart from his family, and we are planning on keeping it that way until it gets out on its own. Or in a month or two” you nod

“Do we have any animals?” she shakes her head

“But if you would like any you would be able to afford them. Horses and dogs are always love-”

“I want chickens. Ooh and possibly some pigs!”

“Excuse me?”

“You said we could afford them...? Or did you mean we could only afford one set of animals, like a singular dog or something? Sorry, I both keep forgetting that we have money but that also think we have unlimited money” she shakes her head and laughs slightly

“No miss, when people tend to say they want animals they tend to say more... domesticated creatures like a dog, or even a cat” you nod

“But if we had more farm animals then we could sell things like eggs and milk, we could also give it to those less fortunate in order to keep our charisma up amongst the people. I’d be happy to look after them all as well, I know not everyone is happy to clean animals out or anything” she nods and smiles at you

“I think getting some animals would be a marvellous idea. We have enough money to afford paddocks for them and enough land as well” you smile as you both talk about the animals you could have and where they could be placed on your land.

-

This is how you met the duke. Turns out your father had close ties to him and when you mentioned animals to your servants they introduced you to him, who was happy to guide you to the best farmers around. You grew a close friendship with him, which you enjoyed. He also understood what it was like to be seen down on by some members of society so you already had that in common. You thought you knew him fully, until you met his wife. Daphne. He’d said to you a few times that he would never get married so when he came to you with his newly wed wife you were shocked. But this only lasted a few moments as you grew a friendship with her as well, welcoming her to stay with you at any time if she wanted to get away from her duchess duties, or even her wifely duties, to which she was more than happy to stay with you a few times over the course of their early marriage. Then you got word of her pregnancy which also shocked you, but you were glad your close friends were happy and in love. 

This is when you got a letter from her one morning. It asked if she could possibly come to see you and get away from prying eyes when she was in the latter half of her pregnancy. You happily agreed, asking if she’d come to visit next week to which she accepted.

So when the day arrived, you heard her carriage pull up and you ran outside to great your friend. You brought her into a hug “It has been so long! I can’t believe you managed to get knocked up” she looks slightly shocked at your words, when you hear a cough from behind you. A man with dark eyes meets your gaze

“You weren’t wrong sister” you shoot a curious look at him then back at her. She places her hands on your shoulders and smile at you

“So I mentioned coming here to my mother and she said that it’d be lovely for her to come and join me, just to keep an eye. And the next thing I knew all of them had said they wanted to join” you see three young children jump out of a different carriage and run up the length of the garden to the house entrance, followed by a young lady shouting after them. You look inside the carriage Daphne had been in and saw a woman and 2 men. You bow slightly at them and then furrow your brows

“I thought you were one of eight, but I only count seven”

“Yes Colin couldn’t join us as he’s on his travels” you nod and smile at them all as they exit and look around. You link arms with your friend, and lean towards her

“I still can’t believe you got knocked up” you whisper to which she chuckles and playfully hits your arm “to be fair, with how you talked about your antics beforehand I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner”

“Emily!” you laugh at her sudden embarrassment and head inside. 

It had come to dinner time and you were helping your maids serve food for you and your guests. Although you knew it is improper for the lady of the house to help you found yourself feeling to mean to let them do it on their own and it really didn’t bother you. But as you went and gathered everyone to sit down you found yourself at the head of the table, Daphne one side of you, her mother the other, the variety of siblings down the length of the table with the viscount at the other end. You all begin eating, a few minutes in the mother speaks up. “Are we not to be joined by the lord of the house?”

“Oh there is no lord” she looks confused “I’m not married” you smile at her. She nods and looks at your hand

“But your ring...?”

“Oh, I wear it to trick certain men into thinking I’m a wed woman so they don’t try and flirt with me. I actually just found it amongst some of my father’s belongings when I moved in”

“Does that not deter you from men who want to marry you” you laugh 

“Men don’t want to marry me. They tend to find me strange and to independent. So I try not to attract them if I can help it” you look at the sister as she looks at you in awe

“So you don’t ever want to marry?” you shrug “isn’t that against everything in your title? And your gender?” you nod

“Yes it is. My title and my gender implies that I should get married and bare children but I’ve seen far too many women suffer greatly from pregnancy and child birth. Plus the heartbreak they often have. I think I’ll pass on it all” You smile and carry on with your meal as some of the table looks at you with amusement, the others with a slight disgust. Violet clears her throat and moves on the conversation. You see the eldest son exchange a few words with his brother but they are too far away for you to hear. At the end of the meal you go up to the eldest brother “I have a few men coming round for work purposes tomorrow and I wondered if you would like to meet them? All businessmen and lords and so on. I think it might be good from a business point of view for you” he nods

“That would be very nice, I’d like to meet them indeed” he smiles as you all part ways for the night. 

The next morning you are awake early, dressed in your finest dress as you great various lords. You have them all go into a room “I will go get Lord Bridgeton for you shortly” you smile and leave the room, shutting the door behind you before placing your ears to the door. You feel a touch on your shoulder which makes you jump. You meet Benedict’s blue eyes and you cover his mouth before he goes to say something. You whisper to him “I’m eavesdropping to see what they say about me to see if they deserve tea and biscuits or not” he chuckles and places his ear next to the door with you as you both listen in on the conversation. Anthony also walks up to which you shush him as well and explain. He rolls his eyes but waits patiently as the two of you stand by the door.

“Goodness how long does it take her to bring him?”

“I mean, I’d also be straining given how big her breasts are. They must be heavy things”

“Oh yes but my god they look good on her” you hold back a slight laugh, finding it amusing how awful some men can be.

“I’d quite like to see her undressed though”

“Have you not heard the rumours? She apparently only managed to get this place because she was screwing the Lord himself”

“Goodness I bet she puts out for everyone”

“I’ve heard that she is great with her mouth”

“I guess we’ll see later wont we gentlemen”

“She won’t do anything whilst the Bridgeton’s are here, she may be great in bed but she wouldn’t want to ruin her relations with them”

“I don’t know, if she keeps giving me those sex eyes I might have to have my way with her” you move away from the door and take a deep breath. You feel both brothers’ eyes on you as you try not to cry out in annoyance. You finally lift your head up and look at the oldest one

“Shall we go in?” your voice cracks slightly. He shakes his head 

“I do not wish to be near such awful people” you shrug

“That is your choice, but I cannot be put down by what men think of me” You half smile at him, but he notices it does not meet your eyes. “Don’t let on that we heard them, please?” he nods slightly and you see him look behind you at his other brother to which you turn around. “Or you?” to which he also nods. You shake your hands in a fashion to get yourself ready then flatten your dress “God sometimes I hate having tits...” you whisper under your breath as you open the door and greet your guests with a fake smile “Gentlemen, viscount Anthony Bridgeton. I shall leave you all alone to query your ideas. If you need me I will be tending to my animals” you smile and exit, shutting the door behind you. Benedict reaches out a hand towards you as a sign of comfort but you shake your head “I’m ok... thank you...” you give him a sad but genuine smile as you leave, going up to your library in hopes that some fictional world can help you forget about the real world even if only for 5 minutes. 

Half an hour or so must’ve passed until you hear a knock on the door “come in” as you look up to see the eldest brother walk in.

“I thought I would come and check you were ok” you nod

“I am fine. I’m used to such words, the problems of being a women completely independent from a man I suppose” you place your book down as he steps in more and pushes the door to, but not shutting it completely. “I hope you didn’t tarnish any propositions they gave you just because of the words they said about me?” he shakes his head

“They didn’t have anything I wanted anyway. Either too expensive to invest in or not bringing in enough money for my sake” you nod as you watch him come behind your chair and angle you to look into the mirror that is in the room. He smiles at you in the reflection as he leans down to your height “I want you to be able to see that you are a kind and genuine person that is doing an amazing job at running a house. You are beautiful both inside and out and none of those men deserve you” you smile at his words and turn to face him, only mere inches away from him 

“Thank you... I needed that” you smile at him and gently kiss his forehead before leaning back in your chair. He looks slightly shocked by the affection but stands up straight and coughs slightly

“I shall leave you to it, and probably see you at dinner” you nod and wave at him as he exits. You then get back to your reading. 

Hours pass and it is dinner, you all sit and eat together. You come to realise that the brothers don’t seem to have told anyone about what they heard.

 A couple more days pass. You had gotten close to all the Bridgeton family. The youngest being sweet and kind. Violet helping you with proper etiquette. Daphne being your good friend. Eloise and Benedict helping you broaden your horizons when it came to arts such as drawing and reading. Lastly Anthony giving you good trade offers and other tradesmen that you could work with. You’d gotten the closest with him, spending most of your time together as you talked business.

As another night falls upon your house you find yourself outside lying on the grass looking at the sky. You have had difficulty sleeping due to the stress of going to be public and attending your first ball in a weeks’ time and you found the night sky incredibly relaxing. Apparently you are not the only one either as you hear someone sit next to you. You turn your head to see Anthony looking up at the sky. You half smile and look back up. Only a few minutes pass before he breaks the silence “You know, a lady shouldn’t be out here on her own with a strange man” you chuckle slightly

“You aren’t a strange man. A man yes, strange no” he chuckles

“A stranger then” you nod 

“True. I suppose I’m not one for formalities though” he nods and it is silent again. You sit up, pulling out a flask and offering it to him, to which he agrees taking a sip. You smile as you also drink from it after him 

“God that is strong” he coughs slightly as you chuckle 

“I’m still learning the basics of brewing it. This is the 3rd batch I’ve made” he chuckles slightly and nods, watching as you take another sip

“This may be an incredibly personal question but what did you do before you lived here?”

“You don’t know?” he shakes his head and murmurs

“No. I know you inherited this place from your father when he died but that’s all I know” you nod and look down, fiddling with the bow on the front of your nightdress

“I was born into a poor family. My mother did her best to look after me but she died when I was young. So I knew from a young age I had to make my own living. But I didn’t know how so I started stealing. Just small things. Food mainly. But I stole from this woman when I must’ve been about eleven. She caught me, but noticed I was starving so looked after me. Gave me a home and a job in a factory. I worked there for eight years until I received the letter from my father” you chuckle slightly “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bombard you with so much stuff...” he shakes his head as he watches you lie down. You offer him the drink again to which he takes a sip from.

“I wanted to know” you hear him take in a sharp breath. Not sure if it’s from the alcohol or the cold air “I would like to apologise again for those men from a few days ago”

“That wasn’t your fault in any way so no need to be sorry. I’m just sorry that you had to hear such horrific things. I promise I don’t put out as they said” he takes another sip before handing it to you

“I’m sure you don’t”

“I mean I’ve defiantly kissed people but that’s an affection thing rather than a sexual thing” he chuckles as you giggle slightly. The alcohol had definitely settled in now. You could tell that much from the way you both were acting. Although neither of you had had much of it, it was very strong so only a few sips seemed to affect you both. This is also when you remembered that you were always maybe a little too open and friendly towards people when intoxicated

“When was your first kiss then?” you shyly shrug, trying to ignore the heat rising to your face.

“Probably about two years ago” He nods. You see his eyes dart to look at your lips as he leans down closer to you, lying next to you so you’re only mere inches away. He looks back at your eyes as he gently strokes your cheek “Yeah. It was a night similar to this. We were drinking and I confessed that I’d never kissed anyone and he said I couldn’t live my life not having kissed anyone. So we then had a kiss. It wasn’t very long and there wasn’t any tongue or anything but it was good” you realise that whilst you were speaking he was looking at you. You couldn’t quite tell how he was feeling. Amused, excited and something else. You smile up at him as he smiles down at you. His pupils dilated from the effects of the alcohol.

“So you enjoy kissing then?” you nod and feel your cheeks go red. You feel his thumb move from your cheek to brush over your lips.

“Goodness” you feel yourself getting redder as you continue to make eye contact so you break it. You feel his finger gently move your head back to look at him again and he smiles sweetly at you. He gently strokes the other side of your cheek with his thumb

“When did you last kiss someone?”

“I-I don’t remember. Probably over a year ago”

“Do you want to change that?” you swallow deeply as your breath hitches with those words. Letting out a small nod he smiles and gets closer to you, noses barely touching. “May I?” you nod again and without hesitation he presses his lips to yours. Your wrap both your arms around his neck, one getting caught in his hair and the other in the back of his shirt. He takes it slow and as a few minutes pass he breaks the kiss, looking down at you to see how you’d react. You let out a small whine and your eyes dart back down to his lips then back to his eyes. He smirks as he kisses you once again, moving so he is between your legs, his forearm on the floor next to your head and the other placed gently in your hair. You keep kissing intensely, only breaking apart for a few seconds for air. Before you can catch your breath he’s kissing your jaw line. Letting you catch your breath before he comes back up to kiss you. You run a hand through his hair. Pulling him into you as your tongues dance around each other. After a few minutes he pulls away. Admiring your kiss swollen lips. “We should leave before a servant sees us” you nod slightly as he places a quick kiss to your lips as he sits up properly. Standing up and pulling you with him. You feel light headed from the kissing and a new sensation forming between your legs so he helps you back to your bedroom, before he makes his way to his. 

#anthony #anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton smut #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton fluff #anthony bridgerton angst #anthony bridgerton x reader smut #anthony bridgerton x reader fluff #anthony bridgerton x reader angst #anthony x reader #anthony x reader fluff #anthony x reader smut #anthony x reader angst #fluff #angst #smut #bridgerton #bridgerton smut #bridgerton fluff #bridgerton angst #jonathon bailey

[kining-the-evil]

Hi!! I was wondering if you could please write a Jason Dean x child reader?

Like has a baby sister that he takes care of and tries his best to protect her from their dad. Nobody else knows about her but he is the classic big brother takes the role of father and he is super protective and treats her how a father would treat a daughter.

Thank you and sorry if it is confusing

Movie Night Promise

An: I have written this like five times, each with a different idea. I hope you enjoy this. Also, I kinda mess around with the timeline of when Jd’s mom died. Reader is 10 years old, and was a baby when their mother died

Warnings: talk of suicide, mention of murder, a gun is seen but not used. This was my first time writing a Jd x child reader, so I Hope this was ok.

Jd could only think of three people he ever gave a shit about. There was his mom, but he didn’t want to think about that. There was Veronica, which was a dangerous ‘rip your hair out’ kind of love. And finally, there was his sister, y/n.

A baby when he watched his mom died, he felt like he had to protect you. Simply so your dad didn’t cause you to go down a similar path.

So he did anything to keep your life running smoothly. He kept you fed, clean, clothed, and made sure the name ‘Dean’ was as far from you as possible. Last thing he needed was his reputation to follow you around.

“Get up.” He flipped the light on to your room, his patience running out. He tried twice now to be nice and yet here you were, still in bed. When you didn’t move he walked over to your bed and yanked the blanket off.

“Hey!” You sat up straight, glaring at your brother. “What the fucks wrong with you?”

“Don’t fucking swear at me. And I told you to get up almost an hour ago.” He reached down, grabbing the book and flashlight that had been under your blanket. “And if your going to stay up all night, at least do something interesting.”

He started walking out, and you stuck your tongue out at his back. “Kitchen in 10.”

“Kitchen in 10..” you mocked before getting up.

While waiting for you, jd stood in the kitchen smoking a cigarette. He knew it would piss you off, you hated the smell of them.

“You’re gonna kill yourself with those.” You spoke while dragging yourself into the kitchen.

“You aren’t even dressed.”

“It’s Saturday,” you simply stated. “Why did I have to get up again?”

“I’ve got places to be.”

“You mean you want to fuck your girlfriend?”

“What the hell made you think you could talk like that?”

“You.” He simply glared at you, and you glared right back.

“There’s food in the fridge, and don’t fucking leave.” He started to walk away, but stoped when he saw your disappointed face. “How about this, movie night tonight. Then you have an excuse to stay up.”

“Bring me home a slushy and you have a deal.” He shook your hand to make it official before walking away, leaving you alone in the house.

——————

He hurried back into the house, cursing himself. It was almost midnight, and he genuinely hadn’t planed to be out that late. But sex had led to sleeping, then another ‘suicide’. Which of course led to an argument with Veronica and her kicking him out of her house. It wasn’t until the adrenaline wore off that he realized how late it was.

He could hear the tv on, and he prepared himself for the guilt trip the moment he walked in.

“Listen kid, I got a little caught up with something. How about tomorrow we do something like-“ he stoped when he didn’t see you in the living room. Instead his dad was passed out on the couch. Great. He was going to leave, but paused when he saw your book on the couch. Might as well take it up to you, it could be a peace offering.

He grabbed it before going upstairs, keeping it hooked under his arm. He stuck his head into your room, not seeing your form in bed. He continued down the hall to his room, and he found you there. You were wrapped up in one of his blankets, laying on his bed.

“Hey, grabbed your book,” he held it up to show you. He elected to leave the light off and pulled his shoes off before walking towards the bed. Once closer, he noticed you were staring up at nothing. He rolled into bed, laying next to you. “What are we looking at?”

“You won’t ever kill yourself, right?” He hated that the question didn’t surprise him. You asked the same things every time Bud made you watch those damn videos. They sent you into a sort of spiral.

“Na, I’d have to kill you too.”

“That’s not funny,” you snapped. Clearly you weren’t looking for jokes.

“Y/n, I will never leave you alone with that asshole. I don’t care how much I want to die. Got it?” You were quiet, but decided to cuddle next to him. Most of the time he’d push you off, making some stupid joke, but this time he let you.

“You didn’t bring me a slushy.” You finally said, making him chuckle.

“I’ll take you to get one tomorrow,” he promised.

“Not now?”

“Go to sleep.” He ignored your question, letting his own arm wrap around your body.

“Your gun is poking me,” you mumbled. He reached into his jacket to pull it out and threw it on the nightstand.

“If you complain about anything else I’ll send you back to bed.”

“I love you Jason.”

“I love you too y/n.” He didn’t say it often, but you took it any time he did.

#fanfiction #heathers (1988) #jason dean x reader #jason dean x child reader #jason dean x y/n #jason dean x you #jason dean #jason dean heathers

[jaybutnotthebird]

Being Rocky’s dad like

(here’s the link to ao3) https://archiveofourown.org/works/47538889

"come again?" Asked Ivy "Mh. He's my second dad. I haven't seen my other dad since I was like, five" Ivy looked at Rocky like he had grown a second head "What do you mean your other dad?" "I got two" he continued, not even lifting his gaze from his syrup soaked pancakes "he was working far from home untill my mom got worse. Then they switched places: my first dad took mom to a hospital in another city and my second dad came over to take care of me. He even took on his same job" Ivy looked at Freckle, who didn't seem faced at all, like everything coming out of Rocky's mouth made complete sense to him. "What is he talking about?" "Mh" Freckle shallowed his pancakes and explained "my aunt had two husbands. After she died and one of them stayed working on another city, only one of them remained. He's the one Rocky means when..." "Hold on" Ivy interrupted him "you can't have two husbands. Its... Right? You can only marry one person. Unless they're dead. Is that what you mean? Your mom remarried after your dad died?" "No, no. My mom married both of them before she died. My second dad was working far from home until she passed away" "That doesen't make any sense" "I mean sure, it’s uncomon but lots of people have more than one dad" "No, they don't?" Ivy said slowly. Perhaps she was mistaken. Maybe some people did that, after all, she didn't know the diferent costumes that other people could have, nor how the laws difered in every state. Maybe she just didn't know some people could do that and she was just learning now? "Hold on" she said, and got up. She placed on the door of the cafe a little 'back in 5' sign and guided the boys downstairs real quick. There wasn't much people there at this hour, pretty much just Viktor cleaning behind the bar and the band playing cards at one of the tables "Hey Viktor" she said coming over "can a woman marry two men at the same time?" Viktor looked at her for a moment, then at Rocky and Freackle on each side of her, and his expresion turned from utter confusion to pure ire "NO" he answered, with such firmness that all three of them felt cold. Ivy realiced they'd asked the wrong guy and excused herself, de-puffing her tail as they walked over to the table where the guys were playing, Viktor's cold gaze still prickling the back of their heads "Hey boys" she greeted them "you have traveled a lot, have you ever heared of a woman having two husbands?" "Now what on earth are you talking about?" Asked Sy

"you see, uh, a friend of ours says his mom was married to two men at the same time, so he's got two fathers instead of just one"

the entire table just gave them this... look. Zib blinked one eye at a time, mozzy just sighed and turned back to the table "do you have any threes?"

"hey! Im talking to you, you traveled a lot, you must have heared of it"

"look, I've heared of many things, specially revolving relationships, ok? Relationships are complicated..." the others nodded and made agreeing noises "but actually geting married in a three way? That's just messed up"

"I mean, its not unheared of" said JJ "my cousin seemed to be fooling with two diferent men, and we all kept telling her it was dangerous, but then we found out, turns out they already knew! And they were ok with it"

"so you have heared of it"

"no no, fooling arround with two men is weird, but it happens. Getting married to the two of them? No way!"

"is that even allowed?"

"I've heared of men turning 'mormon' as in, they get married to one girl, form a family, and in secret in some other town they do the same with another girl... you think a girl could pull that off?"

dubious sounds ran arround the table

"my bets are in no. Not unless the husband agrees"

"you mean husbands, right? Haha"

the toms snikered, then Rocky cut in

"but it does happen. I mean, some people are just... not jeallows like that"

they all looked at him in silence

"I mean, sure maybe they could make it work between the three of them. But, get married? Oficially? I don't think so"

"but it did. I swear! Its not that rare, many people have two fathers"

the responses among the band were varied. Ben giggled. Mozzie and Sy gave each other a look. JJ's eyebrows rose as he inclined his head. Zib took the cigarrete off his mouth for a moment

"im sure that's what they told your... friend"

there were more chukcles

"yeah, Rocky. Your friend seems a little confused"

"does he have any photos from the wedding?"

Rocky didn't know how to answer. He was sure there where, but that felt a little like a retorical question. Freakle pulled his sleeve and started walking towards the door. Ivy excused them

"Im sure there's an explanation, right? Maybe you guys got things mixed up becouse you where little when it happened?"

that was a possibility

Rocky's memories of his early childhood were confusing up to that one moment, wich he remembered very well.

His dad was barely ever home, and he was allways grumpy and tired. His mom was nice and he remembered her playing the violin and smiling at him, but she got sick, and started going to the hospital a lot.

He remembered spending a lot of time with aunt Nina, asking for her a lot, feeling blue

then one morning he got up, went downsatirs, and found a stranger in the kitchen, a large black fluffy cat with irregular orange patches just making pancakes, like he had allways been there.

"good morning champ!" he saluted him "did you sleep well?"

"who are you?" he asked

"why, Im your dad, doncha recognice me?"

"you are not my dad! My dad has grey fur"

"your other father, silly. You really don't remember me? I mean, it has been a long time since I last saw you. You were so small... we got lots of catching up to do"

"I have two fathers?"

"yes, you had never realiced that? Man. I should'a come by more often. Im gonna be staying here now, so I'll be seeing you plenty from now on"

Rocky had just stood on the kitchen, wondering if this was all a joke

"well don't just stand there, son! You want pancakes?"

Rocky had noded vigorously but he still fidgeted in place. The black cat made a thoughtful face

"tell you what: why don't you go see aunt Nina across the street? Ask her about me. And invite your cousin over for pancakes too. I haven't seen him since he was a baby!"

"okay!" said the kid, and he pretty much ran over to his aunt's place, and asked with a dubious tone

"aunt Nina? Do I have two dads?"

she gave him one of her suspicious looks

"you don't know?"

"well, there's a black cat in the kitchen. He says he's my other dad, and he's making pancakes!"

"ah, yes. He arrived last night while you were asleep"

"oh, ok. Really?"

"yes, he came all this way to take care of you while your parents are gone"

"you mean... my mom, and my other dad"

"yes, now stop asking silly questions and go greet him propperly"

"ok. He said Freckle can come have pancakes"

"hm. Fine, but come back soon, right after breakfast. We're going to church"

"ok!"

he remembered being excited as he dragged his baby cousing over, who was just as confused. His new father had seemed happy to see him.

"ah, there you are! let me take a good look at you" he said, as they stood one next to the other "ah, you've grown so much! Calvin, you can walk already!"

"aunt Nina says we have to go to church soon"

"well then, no use making her wait, let’s eat breakfast before it gets cold!"

He remembered that first day, after pancakes his father told him to wash up and show him what he had in the wardrove, and helped him pick a decent outfit, then the two of them had met Nina all dolled up and she had been quiet and distant the whole way.

When Rocky asked, his dad told him being so religious she wanted to make sure he was still a god fearing propper christian and get confessed first thing after coming back. He also mentioned tho having two fathers wasn't weird (many kids do) it was uncommon, and aunt Nina didn't want anyone in chusrch gossiping and making silly questions.

And from then on, Rocky's childhood had fallen back into normalcy. Well, as normal as it could get with him being a menace.

He still spent a lot of time with aunt Nina and his cousin, and she and his dad did their best to educate him. It was easy geting used to the new routine since his new father spent more time home. He was also very easygoing and good at telling stories.

He made sure to be allways in his best behaivor with Nina, going as far as to reprimend him harder if she was present, and winking an eye at him when she wasn't looking.

he remembered one time he did something bad, and his aunt started blabbering about sinners and god, but instead of just dragging him by the ear, his dad crouched down in front of him and tried to reason with him. He often remembered the explanation he gave him.

"Rocky, when people catch you doing bad things, they will punish you, but that is not the reason you are not supposed to do them"

"it's not?"

"no. See, I told you throwing trash in the street is bad, right? But you know why?"

"well... becouse its a mess?"

"its not just a mess. The more trash people litter, the more rats and bugs they atract, and the more illness. The cleaner the street is, the safer it gets in the long run for everyone. Some people will still litter, and that's why we must try our best to keep it as good as possible"

"...so that people won't get sick, like mom?"

"...yes, kiddo. That's just a simple example of why you must try your best to be good, to make the world a better place, even when its not easy, specially when its hard. The more you try, the better you'll get at it, like in your studies! Sometimes you will even feel stupid for being good, but you'll learn the diference between being bad and being smart. I know you can" his expresion had then turned mischevous and he made a gesture as to grab him, wich Rocky recogniced and anticipated "you have so much energy!"

and he tickled him, and then sent him off to have fun, but also be careful

Rocky's aunt, who had presenced the whole conversation had been a lot more cheerful since then. Often she would just discuss with his father when Rocky did something bad.

He had lots of memories from him taking them fishing, or camping, making a barbacue for a special ocasion... teaching them so many things

Sometimes, when he had to leave Rocky with Nina for a long time he would come back with flowers for her. Nothing special, just something pretty that he found on the side of the road that couldn't be found in her garden. Then he would nudge the kid and ask "now what did you do this time to test her patience?"

One time he saw Rocky's state after coming back from the swimming pit, and then took a look at the swiming pit itself, and started building a little swimming pool in the backyard. He edged the boys on to help, making the task into a fun project for all of them.

It took days of digging and the boys had fun playing in the dirt and keeping anything they could find on their excabation site.

Once he was satisfied with the shape and all he got cement and started finishing the surface. The boys had been so excited to see the project finally taking form.

He had insited they don't touch the cement until it was dry, except for the hand prints they left on the deeper side, with their names and the date. Then he had buildt a firm, tight fitted fence to make sure no critters crawled in.

To this day Rocky could still make some money or get free drinks from people who came to swim when it was hot

it had been a specially happy ocasion when his father informed him that he would spend more time at home, since now he would be working from there: he started writing from time to time for a newspaper, and told him to keep secret the source of most of their income: home brewed spirits that he sold somewhere else

Eventually, he too joined the speakeasy as a member of the band.

Things had been going a little south after the owner, Atlas, died and his wife took over. But right now Rocky couldn't even think of those worries.

The whole drive home he felt so... misplaced. It probably wasn't anything, right? Some kind of misundertanding

He walked in and shouted "Im back" into the house. His father's voice greeted him from the kitchen. He walked in. The cat in question was sitting at the table reading the newspaper. Such a familiar sight. Just like that first day, when it looked like he had allways been there tho it felt out of place.

"you're back early. How was work?"

"good, I guess..."

he recieved a suspicious look from behind the newspaper. There was no use delaying it

"dad... are you... really my father?"

Jasper took a moment to answer

"yes. Why do you ask?"

"oh, nothing it's just... I told a friend about you and mom... and my other dad... and they gave me this look"

Jasper just went back to the newspaper.

"...and I've been thinking... it just... something doesen't add up. Dad?"

Now his father wasn't reading the paper. He was thinking, considering. Rocky knew that expression, from when he asked for something, usually complicated or a bad idea and his dad considered it.

Eventually his father placed the newspaper on the table and told him

"why don't you sit down? I'll get some tea"

oh no. Rocky got a bad feeling. He retrieved the cookies while his dad prepared the kettle and then they were both sitting in silence.

"Its about time you knew. My name is Jasper, that much is true. I also knew your parents, somewhat.

Your dad use to come to my place after work. Got drunk, told me everything. How his wife was allways sick and his kid so... ramboutious, and he was tired of everything. I had to drag him home more than once. I told him, many times 'you have a beautiful wife and child, a wonderful home, you don't know how lucky you are...' truth is I was jeallows. See, I can't have kids of my own"

Rocky felt numb. Empty. Like nothing was there where usually he could stand. He couldn't believe it. His father or, the one who called himself so, continued

"One day he came to my place speacially upset. He told me his wife had died and he wasn't sticking arround for the kid. I was so mad. I called him a coward, an oathbreaker, we had a fight. I told him to never, ever come back if he dared leave. Then I went to your aunt, told her the bad news. I complained that the world is so unfair... and I had this idea, and begged her to let me help. Promised I would make her glad she let me"

"and she agreed?" Rocky asked. That was the most unbelievable part of this whole story. Jasper shrugged

"I appealed to her strong beliefs. 'god works in misterious ways' right? She would be doing a very good thing, giving someone like me the chance to have a family, and a home, and a poor kid to still have a father. I promished to help as much as possible, and if she didn't like it she could kick me out at any moment"

he croached forward then, and said in a more confidencial tone "tho between you and me, I wouldn't let her. I grew atached to you fast. If things went south we could have just, moved"

A chill run up Rocky's spine as he remembered that time, when Freackle messed up bad and he took the fault. Rocky had told his dad the truth, and he gave him a big hug and told him he was proud of him

"you did what you thought best and protected your cousin. We'll figure out the rest"

Aunt Nina hadn't talked to him for weeks, and his dad had been consulting the price they could get for their home, and considering wether to move to the country. In the end it hadn't been necesary.

"so..." Rocky asked "you are not my father?" Jasper took a deep breath and answered firm and calm

"yes I am. Family is not just blood. Sometimes family are the ones who stick by you throu thick and thin. This is my home, and you are the child I have raised since you were a kitten. ...do you feel otherwise?"

Rocky thought of it. For a moment he imagined that there wasn't actually anything conecting him and this stranger sitting across him who just showed up on the kithcen one day, but that was just not true.

It felt strange, finding out the truth, the lie he had been living. But in the long run, actually, it didn't make any diference. He supposed this sensation would fade, and things would go back to normal. He still knew this cat sitting across from him, he trusted him, he loved him.

If he had been telling him a big white lie... he supposed he could forgive that, specially after all the times he had made a mess and the other had stood by him.

Not the mean looking gray cat he barely remembered from his earliest childhood. This tom cat right  in front of him.

"I suppose not. Tho... you were never married to mom?"

Jasper sighed "no" and got up to fetch the kettle "I saw her a few times, I asked your aunt for some details... and made up the rest"

he placed right in front of Rocky a cup of tea with lots of syrup and milk, just the way he liked it. Rocky thought of the times he asked about his mom and got an answer

"oh, she was so sweet... and pacient. You know she played the violin right? You need lots of pacience and insistence to do that. That's how we met, actually, I heared some beautiful music and imagine my shock when I followed the sound and found a pretty girl at the source! You remind me of her"

Just another story. He was good at telling them.

His father drank some tea and took a bite of a cookie, gave him time to asimilate it

"tho if anyone asks, your biologic father died, then she married me and got sick right after. That's the story we're going with. I got a friend to fake us some papers. Any incongruences are explained by a mishap of papers"

"do you know what happened to him?"

"your other dad? no. He left and we never heared of him since, tho I would understand if you wanted to search for him"

"you told me he took mom to a new hospital, and then stayed there working to pay the debt"

"Im sorry, Rocky. That was a lie. Your mother passed away the day before I first came here. Your father left that night. Your aunt Nina and I managed everything else"

"you told me she died later"

"we didn't want to overwelm you, what with your parents gone and me here all of the sudden. We waited exactly one year to respect the date in wich she died and then we visited the cementery"

Rocky remembered feeling terrible becouse he hadn't seen his mom in so long and he could barely tell the diference after she died. His dad held him in his arms and comforted him, told him she loved him and he would allways have some of her. His aunt told him she would watch from heaven to make sure he would behave. They went to the cementary, they had some excuse for him not to be at the burial but the stone looked like it was new and Nina comented on how good it looked.

"did you buy a new gravestone for her?"

"no, I spent the day before cleaning it and removing the grass to make it look new. I even had an excuse prepared in case you noticed the date was wrong"

Rocky couldn't help to chuckle.

"Cat, you are good!"

His father gave him a smile and sipped some more tea.

"we should tell Nina you know now. She'll be glad the truth is out, at least within the family. Probably will want to go to church and confess again"

"I should thank her" said Rocky "Im pretty glad that she let you stay"

His father gave him a warm smile "me too"

#lackadaisy #original character #rocky rickaby #fanficition #lackadaisy fanfiction #humor #slice of life #childhood memories #actual A+ parenting #confused characters

[yuukei-yikes]

hi gang. this is a second manga route (lost days arc) hate post 💖 it's implied in the seventh novel that haruka&takane ending up in the same highschool is all part of saeru's plan being perfected route after route, like placing the mekadan everywhere it needs them to be right?? for haruka, since his dad was a colleague of kenjirou's, it would've been easy for saeru to be like hey u should enroll ur kid in this school!! but for takane's grandpa to suddenly start insisting on that school is a mystery. how the hell did saeru have any influence in that..??

second manga route lost days arc is stupid as shit and i hate it and it doesn't exist to me❤ like if haruka and takane were gonna meet and both die on august 15 and both get an exception of “dying alone but still gets a snake” anyways, without saeru's intervention what's the fucking point lmao.

like it COULD HAVE BEEN that with saeru's intervention, what differs is that instead of one snake per 2 people's deaths, it gets 2 snakes out for each person dead, both haruka and takane. does this make sense? like since the daze needs TWO people to die to get ONE snake out, haruka and takane (and ayano) have always been a ridiculous obvious exception with no justification since they die alone and get their own snakes anyway. second manga route HAD the opportunity to explain WHY exactly saeru needed to intervene with haruka and takane at all. like, if in this initial route both die but only one gets a snake! so saeru can be like OK i can grab these 2 people and, with all the "experimenting" on haruka and takane serving as some inference to how it happens, that’s how saeru gets two snakes out in one day to go according to its plans since it needs as many snakes to come out as soon as possible.

but second manga route STILL ignores this and gives both haruka and takane their own snakes even though they die alone (and ayano but im not talking abt her though it still applies in second manga route when she dies with her parents making it THREE people not two but whatever IM TALKING ABOUT HARUTAKA)(and in main route ayano also has her own bit like this but on the contrary, she just opens the daze by herself and stays. as if she had any jurisdiction over who stays or not in the daze and it doesn’t keep or spit out whoever it chooses)(like this all also applies to ayano but her case is different to haruka and takane’s intertwined cases so she’s a different subject ALSO ayano gets a pass because she gets AN AMAZING arc in second manga route as opposed to haruka and takane’s... WHATEVER THAT IS)

it's SO ridiculous, by all means bad writing with plot holes and i can excuse it in a main route because i know kagepro is the kind of thing that's just written as it goes and it's made by 1 person and to be honest all this nonsense stuff is infinitely charming to me and i love getting annoyed about it and dissecting it because it’s fun. but THIS...!!!! WELL I STILL LOVE DISSECTING IT AND IT’S STILL FUN BUT IT DOES MAKE ME ANGRY TOO.. come on. u didnt plan it at all!?!? and by the time second manga route started coming out kagepro WAS a lot more grounded on what it was yknow!! like come on. it's stupid as all shit also takane is so painfully ooc. maybe that’s the reason i wanna attack this route with hammers but all the other stuff is also true. like i keep saying lol second manga route I HATE YOUUU

like ugh the whole retaining eyes backstory IS SO INTERESTING and I DO LOVE LOVE LOOOVE ayano’s arc and the exploration of her being abandoned by the trio and being such a failgirl, and kagepro getting more meta than ever and having her realise she’s a supporting character. how it goes in depth about saeru’s motivations is so awesome too and oh my god shintaro and ene crying and calling each other a best friend my dude this route has so much going for it but. it still sucks so bad because it does my faves dirty. takane would never fucking kill herself. thank you.

#kagevinnie #takane enomoto #haruka kokonose #kagerou project #kagenalysis #kagepro #kagekagekagekagekage

[fr-likes-chocolate]

Pt three of Quesadilla island Simulator

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Of course, Dapper and Ramon didn’t take the news of the hidden cryo tank room lightly, Chayanne had to slap his hands over their mouths before they could yell out.

“Shhhhhhh! Shut it!!! You can’t make a commotion! We are going to get taken like Tilin and Trump!” Cheyanne hissed. Ramon and Dapper both gave muffled protests but complied. Chayanne pushed them into his room, “Look. Trump is the reason I know about this cryo tank room. After he told me about the room he, along with Tilin and Juanaflippa disappeared almost immediately after. You two need to keep this quiet before we go missing too.” Chayanne hissed at them. Ramon and Dapper glanced at each other and nodded. Chayanne sighed, “We can talk about this tomorrow let’s ju-“ Richarlyson burst into the room, “Guys!! Bobby’s game avatar died and I can’t find him!” He cried. Dapper, Ramon, and Cheyanne looked at each other, “We are too late... They got Bobby...”

A week later Chayanne slipped off his headset and sighed, The Federation knew... Why were they not saying anything about it, why had he not disappeared like the others? As he walked down the hall, he heard footsteps behind him. Chayanne stayed calm as the person put their hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, “Turn into the next door on the left.” A cold shiver ran up Chayanne’s spine, was that... Flippa?

Chayanne did as she asked, walking into the room, he felt a cold hand gently guide him to a chair, then had him sit in it. He waited quietly, unsure of how to feel. Soon four figures entered quietly and stood in front of Chayanne. He studied their faces with horror worming itself into his heart. He hoped that the four would do something aside from stare at him with their cold and soulless eyes. Finally Chayanne called out to them.

“Bobby, Tilin, Flippa, Trump... What did they do to you?”

——

From the moment Richarlyson logged on, he knew something was wrong. One of his ‘dads’, Felps, had been missing for two days now, and now Cellbit, another one of his dads was worried. He started to worry when Cellbit told him to stay with Forever, and that he was going to look for Felps. Worry turned to panic when he got a notification saying to immediately log off due to an emergency. He excused himself quickly, ran to a safe spot, and then logged off.

As Richarlyson made his way back to the dorm, he looked back to see Leonarda and Dapper jogging up to him. “Hey, Richas- why the hell is there some sort of emergency? There's no fire alarm or anything...” Leonarda asked, Richarlyson shrugged, “No clue. My guess is that it has to do with the simulation. Maybe a virus infected it.” Dapper nodded quietly, lost in thought.

As the trio walked down the halls, they sat in silence. Dapper obviously had a lot on his mind, ‘Probably something to do with the conversation he was having with Chayanne and Ramon I walked in on.’ Richarlyson thought, he shuttered at the thought. He had left quickly after Chayanne said that Bobby was probably gone in the same sense as the three other testers were. That scared Richarlyson because no matter how smug and annoying Bobby was to him, he still loved him like a brother. Richarlyson hoped he was ok.

As the trio rounded the corner, they slammed into two figures who had been bolting down the hallway. Richarlyson bonked heads with one of the men, making all his senses go fuzzy. All he saw as he fell to the ground was the man’s brown hair with a shocking white streak running through it. He heard Dapper shouting something and hands grabbing him. Soon he was in the dorm, sitting on his bed, The two men were standing near him and Dapper was talking to them frantically. Finally, his head started to clear, he felt his face and was met with a large bump on his forehead. ”Dapper o que diabos aconteceu? quem são eles?” he groaned, at this, both of the men went wide-eyed at him, “....Richarlyson?” the one in red asked, he nodded, “Sim, sou eu, quem você pensava que eu era?” Suddenly it clicked, he knew these two, the white-streaked man with cat ears and his elf-eared companion. “Hey Dapper? I realized what that alert was about...” he murmured, dapper nodded solemnly at him, “You have no idea.”

#quesadilla island simulation #qsmp #au #qsmp chayanne #qsmp cellbit #qsmp richarlyson #qsmp dapper #qsmp eggs #qsmp felps #qsmp bobby #QSMP dead eggs #qsmp federation #GUESS WHOS NOT DEAD YALL. (im delulu and mourning their deaths still)

[inklyqueen]

Buster Moon Headcanons

As part of the other half of that Ask

I'm sorry this took so long

Joseph Buster Moon

39, He/Him, Cis-Asexual

Just not interested in a relationship right now, but he believes he'll find that special someone down the line

No it is NOT Jimmy Crystal

Get off my page if you ship them ok he tried to murder buster TWICE

His father's name was Buster Christopher Moon and his first name was given to his son as a middle name, but Joseph goes by his middle name out of respect to his father's work to get him that theatre

Some people called him "Junior" when he was a kid

His father passed of old age/naturally

Mom was Monica Cassidy Moon

She died of leukemia when "Buster" was really small

Buster's father was the sole owner of the theatre when he first acquired it, he left it to Buster in the Will with instructions to use the remainder of his Life Insurance after funeral costs to pay off the remainder of the mortgage

Unfortunately, there wasn't enough left over for the mortgage after cremations and the ceremony and the burial and the plot for his father's ashes was paid for

Buster was certain that he could pay off the mortgage with funds from shows

Granted, that meant spending money on the actual productions for said shows

And concessions

And costumes

And advertising

And the bills for electric company, the water company, etc etc

So he took out a loan

And then another loan

And then another loan

And then a private personal loan

And then another loan after that

Dude was about $130,000 or so in debt because the shows weren't selling tickets

And most of the actors quit when there wasn't much publicity

Hey it's discouraging when you want to put on a show and no one actually comes y'all

Oh God I never noticed the look on his face in the film until now I'm 😫😫😫

Ms. Crawley isn't exactly a paid employee of Buster

She also lives in an apartment next door to the theatre

She's technically supposed to be in Senior Care

But she doesn't have any family left to actually pay for it so she's kinda just there

She has her apartment because the landlord felt bad for her and let's her stay there rent free

She wandered into the theatre one day

And Buster welcomed her in and she's been there since

He makes sure she's taken care of

They've only had to put a Silver Alert* out for her once

Or twice

Ok technically three times if you count the "interaction" with Clay Calloway the first time

She still gets the job done like a Trooper

And Buster literally could not do anything without her honestly

*A Silver Alert is a public notification system in the United States of America to broadcast information about missing persons – especially senior citizens with Alzheimer's disease, dementia, or other mental disabilities – in order to aid in locating them.

He met Eddie Noodleman in High School when Buster's school was combined into Eddie's

Aka, Eddie's high school was in an upper class area

Buster's was a low income area

The school was undergoing renovations under a new budget so they were temporarily combined into nearby schools

It was Buster and Eddie's Senior Year, so the ended up graduating together

Eddie's college tuition was covered in full by his dad

Buster got a lot of scholarships under his belt

Buster met Nana Noodleman on accident, actually

She was at their college graduation

And Buster... Had a so-so interaction with her

To say the least she was not impressed by his bluntness

Buster treats the gang like they're his kids

He doesn't want them to feel like they're not getting the spotlight they each individually deserve

Taking Rosita's lead role for example, he made sure Porsha got her chance to shine

Ash is like his grown independent child

So is Rosita

Shops for all 25 Piglets' birthdays

He is very careful about how he talks to Porsha

Not because of her overreacting to the role swap, but because she's told him some of the things that Jimmy's said over the years

Some, not all

Buster had decided he'd heard enough after "talentless excuse for a daughter"

Never calls her a brat

Definitely brought her down from the rich life a bit as far as being independent

Even though technically she's still filthy rich because she inherits that money now

She now knows how to make her own French Toast ✨

Buster is one much better terms with Clay now

They'll have a beer from time to time

Though Buster doesn't like beer—

Sense of fashion is yes

Sense of Aesthetic is yes

Dude was so used to having to do every single bit of planning that having Nooshi on to do the choreography was both nerve-wracking at first but relieving as time went on

Took him a hot minute to remember that the choreography was in good hands

Not because he didn't trust her but because he was so used to having to do it all himself

Makes sure she's got her own space

The choreography room has been completely redecorated into a more "energetic-slash-lively-go get em" space

Basically, it's Nooshi's space

He personally got the newcomers nice apartments when they moved to town

Porsha stayed with him for a little while in the guest bedroom of his apartment

Oh, and Ms. Crawley has her own room in Buster's apartment too

He made sure of that before he bought it

He worries about her health from time to time because she's up there in her years

Has also caught her writing a will

So the anxiety went 📈📈

Is relishing in the Touring Life™

Does worry about Jimmy Crystal returning

Or hurting Porsha

Considered a restraining order but the story usually went that getting a restraining order was a surefire way for the dude to come for you

Keeps it in his back pocket

Porsha is on his own will now as next of kin because of how much she's grown from the toxic hell hole her dad had her in

The Bucket™ is now on display in the Theatre

#sing movie #sing2 #sing headcanons #because yes #sing 2 buster #sing buster #buster moon #Spotify

[sodapop-1986]

fanfic III

Warning: language and smut

I sat at the park bench shivering. If my teeth clattered any harder my braces would brake off. I just sat there shivering and crying.

"Excuse. What is pretty young girl doing crying on bench?" Asked a man with a funny acsent.

I looked up and saw a man with curly gray hair staring down at me.

"Nothing. My parents and I had a fight."

"Do you need ride home? There are weirdos in park."

"My mom told me not to talk to strangers," I said.

"Y'know me. Brooklyn. This dipshit here is my comrad Nicholai Ginovaef. He ain't gonna hurt you, Cas."

Nicholai held his hand out to me. I smiled and took it.

"So where we go?" He asked.

"Sorry. I don't know my way around."

"I could take you to police station, yes?"

"Sure. Do you know my sister?" I asked.

"No but we should get going before it gets dark."

He held my hand in a big bother sort of way. Like my big brother, Maddy used to do.

I looked up at Nicholai and said, "may I call you Nick?"

"Sure little one."

I took the back of his hand and rubbed it on my cheek like I used to do to my brother. Brooklyn looked up to him and said, "Y'know what? I just might spring Danica from jail."

The three of us now stood infront of the police station.

"God I hope Numbnuts ain't here," Brooklyn said.

"He's probly at home getting drunk and having sex with my sister, Lindsay," I said. "She's pregnant."

"At fucking seventeen. Wesker can't seem to keep his dick in his pants."

I looked up at Nick. I hugged him around the waist and said, "I love you, big brother."

I love you to, Cassy," he said hugging me back.

"Nick will you come with me?"

"Sure. If Wesker is here, I tell man where to go."

I smiled not letting him go. We walked in together.

"Let's go to the front desk," I said hugging Nick tightly.

"Can I help you?" Asked a heavy set police officer.

"Yes. See young lady, here don't know where she live," Nick said.

"You didn't sexually assault this little girl, did you?" He asked squinting at my Nick.

"No he did not!" I shouted. "I'm Twelve years old. This man has been nothing more but kind to me. He treated me like a little sister."

"Well. Well. Well. Look at what the cat dragged in," Albert said as he came walking up to us. "This little girl is Lindsay's sister. Thank you. But I'll take her home."

I hid behind Nick, pressing my head against his hip.

"You take good care of little girl?" He asked.

"Yes. I promised. Come along Cassandra."

I walked over to Albert. I looked at Nick who just stood there.

I waved at him as he waved at me back. Albert put his hand on my shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. I looked up at him as he looked down at me.

"You gave everyone quite the scare."

"I know. But mom and I had a fight today. I needed to cool off."

**********

I sat in the passenger seat wishing I was staying with my other sister, Dani.

I looked over at Albert, who had one hand on the steering wheel and the other propping his cheek up.

"So what were doing at the police station with a Russian man?"

"He found me at the park crying and wanted to help."

"I know he and Brooklyn work together. So it would be in your best interests to stay away from Brooklyn, Danica, and that Russian fellow. Do I make myself clear?"

I looked at him sideways.

He glanced at me from behind his sunglasses. Then returned his gaze at the road. "I can't hear you Cassandra."

"Ok."

"Ok? I think a 'yes, sir' should do the trick."

He had stopped in a parkinglot.

"Yes, sir," I said.

I had gotten out. Then he gotten out as well.

"It's cold out here. You should go inside and warm up. Your parents are worried sick and my team are pulling extra shifts, looking for you and I stayed at the station to make sure you came by safe and sound. I do think an appology to your parents are in order. Try not to wake the baby when you enter."

"What's your apartment number?" I asked.

"307."

I went up. I walked through the front door and found Lindsay, mom, and dad.

"Where the hell did you run off to, Cassy?!" Mom demanded. "Did Albert find you?"

"Yes, mother," I said rolling my eyes.

"Cass? Where is Albert?" Lindsay asked.

"Maybe getting down with a hooker?" I said.

"Cassy, Albert is my boyfriend. He loves me," she said.

I blew a rasberry. Then the door opened and in came my savior. He walkered over to my big sister and began making out with her.

"Isn't that how you gotten pregnant in the first place?" I snorted.

They turned to stare at me.

"Cassy. Shut up," she said, sticking her tongue out at me.

"She came to the station holding hands with an older man," Albert said, holding my sister close to him.

"What?! My god, Cassy!! You're only twelve."

"Mom! He's more like a big brother," I said. I had noticed dipshit here likes to leave important details out.

"As long as you're not sleeping with him. Lindsay here gotten herself knocked up at seventeen. Dani gotten knocked up when she was eighteen and Izzy. Well we don't talk about Izzy," mom said.

"Am I grounded, mom?"

"Yes."

"I'm hungry, Donna. Let's order some pizza," dad said.

"Good idea. Lindsay. Albert. What kind of pizza do you want?" Mom asked.

"I don't eat pizza," Albert said.

"Can I have a cheese pizza?" Lindsay asked.

"I think you need some protein as well, darling."

"Albert's right. I'll get pepperoni and bread sticks and salad.

Lindsay and I grimaced. We hated pepperoni. "Mom. Cassy and I hate pepperoni," she.

"Fine. What do you girls want?" Mom asked.

"Sausage," dad said.

"No," I said. "How about bacon or canadian bacon and extra cheese?"

"Yeah with pine apples."

We all stared at my big sister.

"Ewwe. Sis. Even Albert is staring at your weird taste."

She and I looked at Albert looking disgusted. "Darling, are you sure you want pine apples on your pizza?" He asked.

"Sorry. I guess I'm craving stuff already."

I was too grossed out. Then they began making out again. Which grossed me out even more.

"Mom! They're trying to make make another baby!"

"Mom! Albert and I are going to the bedroom for some private time," Lindsay said looking up at Albert grinning.

"Ok." I saw mom pull out some earplugs, giving a pair to my dad. They sat there reading. I heard the bedsprings and my sister screaming. I also heard Albert grunting. Hearing them was like watching animals mate on the discovery channel.

"Mom! Dad! I'm going for a walk!" I shouted. I didn't want to be here listening to them going at it. I gotten up, grabbed my coat, scarf, and left.

**********

I stepped into the cold. The temperature felt like it dropped ten degrees. I wanted to see Nick again so I began walking down some random street and found a Chrisymas Block Party. I walked through the street alone.

"What is pretty girl doing alone?"

I smiled and turned to find Nick standing there.

"I was hoping to see you again," I said throwing my arms around him.

"Good I wanted to see you again to. I be big brother to you, Cassy."

"You will? When I'm eighteen, we could be more than friends?" I asked. Ok. Ok. I think I was developing a crush on him, but I think I could wait.

"Sure. When you turn eighteen you make good wife for me. We have lots of children."

I couldn't wait. So I took him by the hand and we strolled down the street together.

"Would you like hot chocolate?" He asked.

"Sure."

He walked over to both with piping hot beverages and gotten to styrofoam cups and came back to me. He handed me his cup as he pulled a flask out of his pocket and opened it.

I handed the drink back to him. He poured in a clear liquid.

"Vodka," he said taking a long gulp of his coffee.

"Wow! Y'know what my sister is underaged to drink," I said. "But she is seventeen. Old enough to date her thirty-seven year old boss."

"Well I am thirty-four. Is he asshole blond guy at police station?"

"Yeah. He doesn't like you and he doesn't know you."

"I like see he try kick my ass," Nick said flexing his muscles.

I was starting to get a warm fuzzy feeling in the pit of my stomach. I sipped my chocolate to ease the warm fuzzies. It helped for a little bit. My feelings were out of whack. I hope my feelings were strictly me crushing hard on him.

We walked around enjoying the Christmas lights.

"I enjoy Merican traditions," he said.

We stopped at a booth where two cute little girls were selling homemade sugar cookies and homemade ornaments.

"Hi sir!" The girls said in unision. "Would you like to buy some cookies and ornaments?"

"Girls! Wait!" A burly man with reddish brown hair yelled. "Yes, sir. She's here with that guy. Ok."

The burly man looked at me as Nick gave the little girls a five dollar bill for a heart shaped ornament and some cookies.

"Daddy! That man is running!" One of the burly man's girls yelled.

"Cassy, hun, stay with me. I work for Wesker. My name is Barry Burton. I will take you home when we get done," the man named Barry said.

I rolled my eyes at the mention of Albert's name.

"That man I was with didn't hurt me."

"Wesker isn't going to like this."

He gave me some cookies and hot chocolate.

**********

I sat on the couch watching Rudolph the red nosed Reindeer on tv with Moira and Polly sitting on eith side of me.

There came a pounding on the door. I saw Barry answer the door. "Wesker. Please come in."

"Is Cassy here?" Albert asked stepping.

"She's watching Christmas shows with my girls."

"There you are Cassy. Your parents are worried sick about you."

I slouched into the couch.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

I nodded. I gotten up.

"Go wait for me in my car," he said. He wasn't too mad at me.

I did as I was told.

"Thank you, Barry."

"You're welcome, Captain."

**********

I sat in his car with my arms crossed, staring out of the window.

"You're lucky your sister put me in a good mood," he said glancing over at me.

"I heard how she puts you in a good mood. My parents put earplugs in when I told them I was going for a walk."

"Cassy. You can't be running off. You're lucky Barry found you."

"I wasn't in any danger."

"I don't know Nicholai. None of us know anything about him. Who knows. He could rape you, kill you, or he could pressure you into having sex with him."

"So you think you are obligated to watch over me?"

"Yes. If I don't, your sister probably won't let me touch her again."

"Is that it? You're worried about not banging my sister?"

"If you put it like that."

"She acts like you're the only man that loves her."

"I want to be the only man in her life besides her brother and father."

I sighed. "If you have a daughter, she'll be daddy's little girl. Then when she hits puperty, she'll despise you and rebel against you.

"I can get her lined out and put her in an all girls bording school."

He seem to have a solution for everything.

It felt like the car ride took forever.

**********

"When you go up, do you mind unlocking the handcuffs off of your sister?" He asked.

"What?" I asked not wanting to picture my sister cuffed to his bed naked.

"I left in a hurry and didn't have time to uncuff her."

"Like it kinky?"

"It was Lindsay's idea."

I didn't believe him. I knew he had access to handcuffs. Why go to an adult toy store when he worked for the RPD. He handed me the keys. I took them and gotten out and went to his condo.

I opened the door. My parents were already asleep. My mom was asleep on the couch and my dad was asleep in the chair with his feet propped up on a footstool with a blanket over him.

I opened Albert and Lindsay's bedroom.

"Albert? Did you finally remember me?" My sister asked.

"Just me, sis," I said crawling on the bed towards her. "Are you naked?"

"Half naked. Barry called him after we had sex and he threw on a shirt and pants. Then he left."

I fumbled with the keys. "Why doesn't he have a seperate keyring for the cuffs?" I asked.

It took me a while to find the right key.

"Thanks sissy."

"Y'know what, Linz?"

"What Cass?"

"If your kid ain't scarred now. It'll be scarrd into therapy before it's a year old," I said.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny. I read somewhere that making love while you're pregnant shows the unborn child how much its mom and dad love each other."

She rubbed her wrists.

"Y'know Albert owes me for this," I said putting his keys on his nightstand.

"I don't owe you anything. You owe me."

We looked up to find Albert standing in the doorway.

"Yes, sir," I said getting up.

"Cassandra, get ready for bed. I don't want to hear from you for the rest of the night. Lindsay, you need to get ready for bed as well. I'm going to be in my study for awhile.

"Ok. I love you, baby. Give me a kiss good night."

I was about to leave but he was in my way.

"Excuse me, please,"

"What? Excuse you, please, what?"

I gave a frustated sigh and said, "excuse me, please, sir."

He stepped aside and let me pass.

I walked to the spare room. I took off my coat, scarf, hat, and gloves. Then I changed into my flannel nightgown. I went through my toiletry bag and found my toothbrush and toothpaste. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

I entered the nice warm bathroom and brushed my teeth. Then I had to use the toilet. I locked the door and used the restroom. There was a knock on the door.

"I'm in here!" I called.

Then there was silence. After I did my business I flushed and washed my hands. As soon as I left the bathroom, I was grabbed by the arm and dragged into what was a home office or study.

Albert slammed me into the wall. He closed and locked the door. He slammed his palm against the wall inches from my head. He grabbed my cheeks with one hand, forcing me to look into his pale blue eyes.

"Did I or did I not say to stay away from Nicholai?" He asked dangerously calm.

I was scared. Tears streamed down my cheeks.

"You did," I said wanting to cry.

He loosened his vice grip on my face.

"I'm sorry. I promise I'll stay away. Don't hurt me, please. I'll be good, I promise."

"I told Lindsay to stay away from them. I had to put fear in her. I had to be careful with her. I didn't want to hurt our child. You on the other hand though. You are a minor. So I can't hurt you either. You need to behave and do as you are told as well."

"Yes."

"I love and care about your sister. I love you like a daughter. So please, be on your best behavior. Or I could persuade your parents to send you to a all girls bording school in another country. The only men you'll be allowed to be around will be the priests. Do I make myself clear?"

I nodded.

"Good now be a good girl and go to bed."

"Ok."

He kissed me on the forehead. I left. I went back to the spare room.

********

I came out of mine and Albert's bedroom in a modest nightgown. I saw my sister leaving Albert's study. She was crying. I walked to the door.

"Albert! What just happened between you and Cassy?!"

He opened the door and poked his head out.

"Lindsay, darling. Please go to bed. I did scare some sense into her. Hopefully."

"When are you coming to bed?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Fine." He stepped out and locked the door.

He followed me to our bedroom.

H

It felt like the car ride took forever.

**********

"When you go up, do you mind unlocking the handcuffs off of your sister?" He asked.

"What?" I asked not wanting to picture my sister cuffed to his bed naked.

"I left in a hurry and didn't have time to uncuff her."

"Like it kinky?"

"It was Lindsay's idea."

I didn't believe him. I knew he had access to handcuffs. Why go to an adult toy store when he worked for the RPD. He handed me the keys. I took them and gotten out and went to his condo.

I opened the door. My parents were already asleep. My mom was asleep on the couch and my dad was asleep in the chair with his feet propped up on a footstool with a blanket over him.

I opened Albert and Lindsay's bedroom.

"Albert? Did you finally remember me?" My sister asked.

"Just me, sis," I said crawling on the bed towards her. "Are you naked?"

"Half naked. Barry called him after we had sex and he threw on a shirt and pants. Then he left."

I fumbled with the keys. "Why doesn't he have a seperate keyring for the cuffs?" I asked.

It took me a while to find the right key.

"Thanks sissy."

"Y'know what, Linz?"

"What Cass?"

"If your kid ain't scarred now. It'll be scarrd into therapy before it's a year old," I said.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny. I read somewhere that making love while you're pregnant shows the unborn child how much its mom and dad love each other."

She rubbed her wrists.

"Y'know Albert owes me for this," I said putting his keys on his nightstand.

"I don't owe you anything. You owe me."

We looked up to find Albert standing in the doorway.

"Yes, sir," I said getting up.

"Cassandra, get ready for bed. I don't want to hear from you for the rest of the night. Lindsay, you need to get ready for bed as well. I'm going to be in my study for awhile.

"Ok. I love you, baby. Give me a kiss good night."

I was about to leave but he was in my way.

"Excuse me, please,"

"What? Excuse you, please, what?"

I gave a frustated sigh and said, "excuse me, please, sir."

He stepped aside and let me pass.

I walked to the spare room. I took off my coat, scarf, hat, and gloves. Then I changed into my flannel nightgown. I went through my toiletry bag and found my toothbrush and toothpaste. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

I entered the nice warm bathroom and brushed my teeth. Then I had to use the toilet. I locked the door and used the restroom. There was a knock on the door.

"I'm in here!" I called.

Then there was silence. After I did my business I flushed and washed my hands. As soon as I left the bathroom, I was grabbed by the arm and dragged into what was a home office or study.

Albert slammed me into the wall. He closed and locked the door. He slammed his palm against the wall inches from my head. He grabbed my cheeks with one hand, forcing me to look into his pale blue eyes.

"Did I or did I not say to stay away from Nicholai?" He asked dangerously calm.

I was scared. Tears streamed down my cheeks.

"You did," I said wanting to cry.

He loosened his vice grip on my face.

"I'm sorry. I promise I'll stay away. Don't hurt me, please. I'll be good, I promise."

"I told Lindsay to stay away from them. I had to put fear in her. I had to be careful with her. I didn't want to hurt our child. You on the other hand though. You are a minor. So I can't hurt you either. You need to behave and do as you are told as well."

"Yes."

"I love and care about your sister. I love you like a daughter. So please, be on your best behavior. Or I could persuade your parents to send you to a all girls bording school in another country. The only men you'll be allowed to be around will be the priests. Do I make myself clear?"

I nodded.

"Good now be a good girl and go to bed."

"Ok."

He kissed me on the forehead. I left. I went back to the spare room.

********

I came out of mine and Albert's bedroom in a modest nightgown. I saw my sister leaving Albert's study. She was crying. I walked to the door.

"Albert! What just happened between you and Cassy?!"

He opened the door and poked his head out.

"Lindsay, darling. Please go to bed. I did scare some sense into her. Hopefully."

"When are you coming to bed?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Fine." He stepped out and locked the door.

He followed me to our bedroom. He sat on the bed. I crawled behind him and began kissing his neck. Then I began sucking on his earlobe. He grabbed my thigh.

He took his shirt off. I started rubbing my hands up and down his chest slowly.

"I love you, Albert," I whispered into his ear.

He moaned and began rubbing my thigh.

"I love you too, darling," he said getting up.

I took off my nightgown. Albert took his pants and underwear off. He laid down. I grabbed his dick and began stroking it slowly. Then I put my mouth on it and began sucking.

"Oh god, sweetheart. You're good."

I looked up at him, moaning and deepthroating.

He gently grabbed my hair and wrapped it around his hand.

"I want to cum in your mouth," he said softly.

I sped up, gagging and choking.

"Good god, girl! You feel amazing!"

Then there was a soft knock on the door. We didn't hear it at first. The knock grew louder.

"We are busy!" He called. "Don't stop. Keep going," he told me when I stopped.

I picked up more speed and he pressed my head down. Then my tastebuds filled with his cum.

"Oh yes, baby!" He said as he cummed into my mouth.

I sat up, his cum in my mouth.

"Be a good little girl and swallow for daddy," he said with low sexy voice, smirking.

I gulped down his release.

"Maybe I should make myself cum," I said.

There was another knock.

"No. You need to put your nightgown back on and answer the door. I don't want you pleasuring yourself unless I tell you to do so."

"Ok, daddy," I said in a sexy voice, and scooted off of the bed. I retreived my nightgown and put it back on. He got up and threw on his black pajama bottoms and gotten back into bed.

I answered the door. It was Cassy.

"Are you done doing whatever it was you were doing?" She asked.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Can I sleep with you guys, tonight?" She asked.

I turned to Albert for his approval. He nodded.

She went over to the bed and crawled in with Albert. She laid on on his arm and curled up against his chest and I laid the other side of him. I laid on his left arm and cuddled with my arm over his chest, my leg over his left leg.

I heard his steady heart beat and soft breathing.

**********

I woke up with a start. Albert had gotten up without disturbing us. I saw Cassy laying on her side away from me. I gotten up and threw on Albert's bathrobe and walked out. His robe was barely on me.

I walked through our home, looking for Albert. My parents were still asleep. I looked out the sliding glassdoor and found him on the balcony. He sat on a wrought iron chair eating his breakfast of avocado toast with a poached egg and coffee.

He was wearing his long black coat and it started snowing.

I slid the door open and stepped out. I was barefooted and my robe was barely on again. I slid the door closed and walked over to him. I ran my hands down his chest slowly. He grabbed my wrist had me stood infront of him.

"It's cold out here," he said squeezing my wrist. "You'll catch your death. You'll catch pneumonia and have a miscarrage. GET BACK INSIDE!!!!!!" He said raising his voice.

I gotten scared and ran back inside and closing the sliding door. My breathing was heavy and my heart was pounding in my ears.

Albert came in with his plate, fork, and empty coffee cup. He acted as though nothing happened. I was in the doorway to the kitchen. Albert wrapped his arms around me and his hands on my butt. He squeezed my buttcheeks and gave them a jiggle. Then kissed me on my lips, his lips were cold.

I was shaking and tears ran down my face.

"What is wrong, Love? It's Christmas Eve," he asked wiping away my tears.

"A-albert," I stuttered, "y-you yelled at me."

"Awe. Love, I am so sorry. I don't want you to lose our baby."

He pulled me into his tight embrace. "I love you," he whispered into my ear.

I wrapped my arms around him. I did love him. But when he gotten mad, he was scary.

"Would you like some breakfast, darling?"

I smiled. He took my hand and lead me into the kitchen. Albert made me two fried egg, sausage, and bacon sandwiches and some coffee with hazlenut cream and splenda.

I sipped my coffee and hungrily ate my breakfast.

"My! Are you a cute little piggy," he said with a chuckle. "Don't forget to take your vitamins and supplements."

I gulped down the scolding sweet hot liquid. Then I gotten up and walked to the bathroom. I went in and went over to the sink vanity. I opened the medicine cabinet. I saw vitamin bottles with Umbrella symbols printed on the lables. They were prescriptions for me. The doctor had prescribed me vitamins to make the baby healthy. I took my prescribed vitamins and supplements. My mom gave me an over the counter prenatal vitamins. So I took one of those. Then I filled the black cup with water and dranked down the pills.

I was feeling tired. I stretched and yawned.

"You should go back to bed," Albert said appearing behind me.

I had jumped, seeing his reflection.

"Albert. You scared me."

A smirk formed on his handsome. "Sorry, dear."

He put his protective hands on my belly. Then kissed my neck. "You are mine. This child is mine," he hissed into my ear. Then he bit my neck and began sucking.

"Aaaahhh......," I moaned, my core throbbing and getting wet. He bunched up my nightgown and plunged two fingers into my crotchless panties hitting that sensitive spot. His other hand reached under my nightgown and fondled my breast. I could feel his dick hardening.

He stopped and pulled down my panties. Then unzipped his pants and whipped out his hard dick. I bent over the sink vanity and spread my legs. He bent down gave my pussy a swift lick, licking up some of my juices that dripped out. He taunted my entrance making me shudder.

I whined wanting him. He eased his dick in, thrusting.

"Oh! Albert!" I screamed as my knees banged against the doors under the sink. The harder and faster he slammed into me the harder and faster my knees banged into the doors.

"Yes! Come on, baby!" He said through gritted teeth.

He dug his fingernails into my meaty hips. I was staring at myself and Albert in the mirror. I could see my breasts bouncing. I could see sweat forming on my and his foreheads. I was starting to feel like a ragdoll.

Then the door opened.

"Oh my god!"

We stopped and looked at my kid sister.

"For crying out loud! Lock the flippin' door! I'm just a kid!" She said. Then she closed the door.

He pulled his now limp dick out, stuck it back into his pants, and zipped his pants back up. I pulled my panties back up.

"That was awkward," I said.

"Yes it was. You need to go back to bed," he said slapping me on the butt. As I walked pass him, I brushed my fingertips along his jawline. Then I went back to bed.

I curled up in the nice warm king sized bed and fell back to sleep with ease.

**********

I woke up. I gasped. I looked at the alarm clock on Albert's night stand.

"Why did Albert let me sleep in so late?" I asked myself.

Then I started to feel sick. I got up and ran to the bathroom. I puked up all the contents in my stomach. I felt like I wanted to die. I sat in the floor shaking and crying. I hated being pregnant. I gotten up. I gurgled some water in my mouth. Then I brushed my teeth and gurgled three or four times to get the taste of throw up out of my mouth. I realized I slept in Albert's robe. It was warm and soft. I walked into the livingroom to find Albert and my dad reading the paper. My dad read the sports page and Albert read the news. My mom and Cassy did the dishes.

"Donna!" Albert said, lowering his paper. "Are you sure you don't need me to do the dishes?"

"Don't worry. Cassy and I got it. Just relax," my mom said.

I sat down holding my tummy, pouting. I put my feet up and laid my head in Albert's lap.

"Lindsay, hun. Do you want some breakfast?" Mom asked.

"No thank you, mom."

"Morning sickness got the best of you? I got some saltine crackers."

She gotten me a sleeve of crackers and a bottle of water. Albert quickly gotten a coaster. Mom sat the water on the coaster and the sleeve on the table.

"For a bachelor, you are very clean and organized," mom told Albert.

"Thank you, Donna."

"If you don't mind, I'm going to do some laundry."

"Donna, let me do the laundry."

"No. I got it unless you have a certain way of doing it."

"No. But you are our guest in our home."

"Nonesense. Albert, I raised five children so it brings me great joy to take care of my future son-in-law."

Albert, there is no use in arguing with her. When we stayed with Dani, Donna did all the cooking and cleaning. Dani yelled at her til she was blue in the face, but it did no good. Donna has always been house wife material. That was the way she was taught. That was how we taught our girls. I am a bit old fashion. I was taught that the man was the bread winner and the woman was the house wife."

"That is how I was raised to, Herald. That is why I had Lindsay quit being my secretary. I want her to be my house wife and have my children. I can support the three of us."

"Albert, dear?" Mom asked. "Do you mind if I do our laundry to?"

"No. I don't mind."

"Since you and Lindsay wear black, I can your clothes seperate from ours."

"The laundry soap is in the linen closet in the small bathroom!" Albert called after her.

"Thank you, dear!" she called back. "Cassy! Get your sister a blanket from your room and clean it while you're at it!"

"Yes, mom!" Cassy went into the spare room. She returned with the blanket and covered me up.

"Thank you, sissy," I said curling up.

"You're welcome. Gotta keep you and my niece or nephew nice and comfy. She went back into the spare room.

I sat up and opened the crackers and began nibbling on them. Albert folded the paper and began reading it with one hand while his arm was wrapped around me. He put his hand on my tummy rubbing it. I had a weird feeling he was trying to feel our baby kick. It was too early for that.

I looked up at him and said, "do you hope it's a boy or girl?"

"What, dear?"

"Do you want a boy or girl?" I asked again.

"I don't care. As long as it's healthy. Maybe a boy to carry on the Wesker name."

"Do you want to marry me?" I asked.

"Of coarse I do." he said and lifted my chin up for a kiss.

I kissed him. His lips were warm now.

"Drink your water."

I picked up my water and twisted off the cap. I sipped the cold drink, feeling better.

Mom came back into the livingroom. My dad fell asleep in the chair, snoring.

"Lindsay! Where in the hell did you get that bruise on your?!" Mom yelled gasping.

Dad snorted and stirred but didn't wake.

Cassy came and lifted my feet and sat down with my feet in her lap.

Then the phone rang. Dad awoke with a start. "Wha-? What in the hell?!"

"I got it," she announced and grabbed the cordless off of the bar and answered it.

"Hello? Dani! When are you coming? What?! But tomorrow is Christmas! The car died?! Oh dear!! You got Cassy's little boyfriend, Mason and Dawson's little girlfriend, Kanah with you to? Oh Cassy will be delighted!!"

Cassy gave her mom an evil glare.

"Mother!!" She snapped. "He's not my boyfriend."

"What, dear? Yes. Yes. She's excited. Of coarse I got gifts for them to. You'll get to met Lindsay's boyfriend, Albert. He is very charming and hansome. He makes her so happy. He's thirty-seven."

"What?! Mother!! You're cool with this?! She's only seventeen!!" Dani yelled over the phone, loud enough for us all to hear.

"She's pregnant to."

"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL, MOTHER?!" She screamed. "IF HE FUCKING LEAVES HER I SWEAR TO GOD, MOTHER!! I WILL RIP HIS FUCKING DICK AND BALLS OFF AND HE'LL NEVER HAVE KIDS AGAIN!!!"

Mom held the phone away from her ear as Dani spat more profanity. Then the phone went dead.

"That went well. Don't you all think?" Mom asked with wide eyes and shocked. Then she turned to me and said, "Where did you get that bruise on your neck?"

"Mother!!" I said. "It's a hickey. Albert gave it to me this morning."

"A what?"

"A hickey."

"Yes. Remember I used to give them to you back in high school," dad told mom.

Cassy and I stared at each other in disgust.

"Mom. Dad. That is so gross. That's grosser than walking in on Lindsay and Albert doing it in the bathroom this morning."

"Well they are in love. You'll understand when you're older," mom told Cassy.

"Well Dani won't be here until tomorrow so I need to get Marc and Kanah something. Cassy, dear would you like to go with me. I'll be needing your credit card. Oh! Before I forget: Lindsay did you know all of your underwear have holes in the crotch? I noticed they were probably made that way."

"Mother!! Don't tell the whole world that!!" I cried.

"Donna. I purposely bought them that way," Albert said looking at her.

"Oh sorry. It's really none of my business. What you two do in the bedroom is none of our business."

"It is if we can hear them, mom," Cassy said. "Can I get my own earplugs?"

"Yes. We'll pick you up some."

So mom and Cassy left. I was alone with Albert and dad.

**********

Cassy and I sat on the couch watching A Christmas Story and sharing a bowl of popcorn. I was curled up with Albert with a blanket over us. Cassy had her own blanket. Mom folded the laundry and putting it away. She had Marc and Kanah's presents wrapped up and put under the tree.

Albert laid his head on mine.

"Baby?" I asked in between chews of popcorn.

"Yes sweetheart?"

"You're not into Christmas movies or Christmas in general, are you?"

"I don't mind. I'm doing all of this for you and our child. He or she needs traditions for memories to tell their children someday."

I smiled. I had a feeling he didn't celebrate holidays when he was a little boy.

"Girls. It's 9:00. Time for bed," mom said to me and Cassy.

"But mom," we're not tired," I said. "Besides I'm pregnant and I want to cuddle more with Albert."

"You two need to go to bed so Santa can come and give you presents."

"Mom, we are too old to believe in Santa," Cassy said.

"Don't argue just go to bed," mom said.

Cassy and I went to my and Albert's room. We sat at the foot of the bed.

"Lindsay. Let's sneek into the livingroom and see mom, dad, and Albert set the presents under the tree and stuff our stockings."

"Albert can stuff my stocking," I said with a giggle.

"You know he will." We both laugh.

"Ssshhh...," I shushed. We snuck out of the room. We crawled to the livingroom on our hands and knees.

We giggled, crawling toward the other side of the couch. We peered over the armrest and saw mom, dad, and Albert. Albert was sqatting by the tree, his round butt not touching the. I pictured him naked. I giggled at the thought of his muscular body naked. Seeing his naked butt.

"Shouldn't you girls go to bed?" Albert asked, seeing us poking our heads over the top of the armrest.

"No. Baby, we're not tired," I giggled.

"Fine. I will tell Santa not to come here and I will eat his cookies and drink his milk," Albert said taking a gingerbread man cookie and biting off the head.

I looked at him with a mischievous grin.

"I saw you stuffing the stockings. When are you going to stuff my stocking?" I asked, rising up.

"I just stuffed your stocking. You and Cassandra need to go back to bed," he said.

"That's not what I was talking about," I said. "I want you to stuff your dick into my pussy."

"Well he can't!" Mom said. "I told Santa to take Albert to the North Pole to live with him."

I rolled my eyes. I didn't believe in Santa but I wanted sex with Albert.

Albert grabbed a Christmas tree sugarcookie and bit into it and sipped some milk. He leaned close to me as I climbed onto the couch and said, "You are very naughty tonight, Lindsay. I think I'll eat all of Santa's cookies and drink all of his milk. Then I'll take you into the bedroom and punish you." Hesmirked at me.

"C'mon big daddy," I whispered back with a smirk.

God I wanted to rip his clothes off and fuck him right here right now.

"Go to bed and I'll think of a way to punish you," he said and kissed me on the lips.

"What about Cassy?" I asked.

"Your parents can deal with her."

Cassy came out of hiding and I followed her back into the bedroom. Before I left, Albert spanked my butt.

"See you in there in a bit."

I scurried into the semi dark room.

"We almost gotten away with it," Cassy said giggled.

We fell on our backs on the bed giggling. Cassy was laughing so hard she fell off the bed.

Albert barged into the room. "Are you alright, darling?" He asked concerned.

"Yes Albert. I'm fine. I'm still waiting for my punishment."

"Right. I need to teach you how to behave." He grabbed me by my hands and pulled me up.

I had seen my sister crawl under the bed out of the corner of my eye. Then I looked at him as he had pulled my nightgown up over my head and yanked down my panties to my ankles. He had me turn around and bend over the bed with my butt in the air.

He grabbed my butt cheeks and squeezed them. Albert put his mouth near my ear and said, "I want to spank you and I want you to tell me to keep going. Call me, daddy."

He spanked me with his bare hand.

"Oh daddy! Keep going! I am so naughty!"

He continued spanking me. I could feel my tighs getting damp and my juices running down my leg.

Then all of sudden, the door bursted open.

"Oh my! Sorry you two. Have you two seen Cassy?" Mom asked.

Albert and I stared in shock.

Cassy crawled out from under the bed.

"Mom! I'm scarred! Lindsay and Albert does weird sex stuff. She calls him daddy and he spanks her butt."

"Well, Cass. If you wear your earplugs and stay out of their bedroom, you won't see things you shouldn't. You two can go back to your little sex game."

Cassy and mom left. We were finally alone.

"Do you want to spank me some more?" I asked looking back at him.

A smirk spread on his lips. This time he spanked me harder. I squirmed as the spankings gotten harder. My butt was turning red and tender. He grabbed my hair and began wrapping it around his hand. I looked back and found him pulling his pajama bottoms down, his dick was dripping with precum.

"I want to rough you up," Albert said. "You won't be able to walk for a week."

"As long as it won't hurt the baby," I said.

"It won't, I promised. You'll feel it, though."

He rammed his dick into my wet entrance. I squealed, feeling it all the way to my cervix.

"Albert!!"

He thrusted in and out, pulling my hair hard. I screamed as he picked up pace. I could feel the tenderness of the indentions in my hips from this morning. He dug his nails into my hips again. I was beginning to pant. I could't keep up with his speed. Then he cummed. I had cummed to. I collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard. Albert pulled out. My cum and his cum had coated the inside of my pussy and his dick. Excess amount of cum oozed out of my pussy, as I laid there naked on my stomach. Albert laid on his side, tucking a chestnut strand of stray hair behind my ear. I scooched toward him, my plysweaty body pressed against his sweaty body.

"You lost your hardness, baby," I said pressing my vajina against his limp dick.

"That's fine. I am tired and all I want to do is to lay here with you in my arms."

I looked up at him and we shared a kiss.

"Good night, my Albert," I said closing my eyes.

"Good night, my Lindsay," he said closing his eyes.

I heard the steady beating of his heart and his soft breathing. It was very soothing, I drifted off to sleep with ease.

**********

I inhaled deeply through my nose, taking in his natural scent. I moaned and held him closer to me.

He moaned slightly, holding me closer to him. I heard Albert stretched and yawned. He sat up shirtless on his elbows. I woke up as well.

"Morning, Sexy," I said stretching and yawning.

"Good morning, Beautiful," he said pulling me in for a kiss.

Then the door flew open and Cassy shot in. She jumped and landed on the bed. I pulled the blankets up over my chest.

"It's Christmas and you two are still in bed. Get up. Are you two naked?" Cassy said being annoying.

"I am," I said.

"I am decent," Albert said, pulling the blanket off of him. He wore his pajama bottoms. "We'll join you after your sister put some clothes on," he said.

"Ok," she said getting up and leaving.

I gotten out of bed searching for my nightgown.

"Albert, baby?" I asked.

"Yes dear?"

"Have you seen my nightgown?"

He gotten out of bed and walked over to the closet door. He bent down picked up my nightgown. He handed it to me and I slipped it on.

**********

Mom, dad, and Cassy looked up.

"You two are slow," Cassy said. "Mom and dad only let me peek in my stocking. I gotten some Reese cups, snickers, and rollos. Oh before I forget: I gotten some lip gloss, fingernail polish, and some scrunchies.

I went to my stocking as well and peeked inside. There was, what looked like a ringbox. I took it out and looked at the small box. I was about to open it when Albert took it and stuck it in his bathrobe pocket.

"Hey!!! What was that?" I asked. I decided to be sneaky and threw my arms around him and stuck one hand into his pocket. I pulled out the box.

"What is this?" I asked examining it. I was about to open it. When he grabbed it from my hand.

"That is a surprise," he said.

"For heaven's sake, Albert. Just do it already. Stop beating around the bush," mom told Albert.

He sighed and knelt down on one knee, opening the small box.

"Lindsay, my Love. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?" He asked, taking the ring out of the box and slipping it onto my ringfinger.

"Oh my god! Yes!! Yes, I will be your wife!!" I said leaping into his arms as he stood up. He twirled me in his arms the way he did when I told him I was pregnant.

We stopped and kissed passionately.

"Were you planning on asking me on Christmas?"

"Yes. I wanted it to be more romantic though. Not in our bed clothes."

"Albert, I love you," I said as he lowered me to the floor and we hugged.

To be cont.

[hedgiwithapen]

They're just kids. Referring to Jon and Mike.

(could be seen as a companion to “intergang has Jon” HERE  but could also be its own thing :) ) 

Mike finished using the pencil nub he’d found in his right sneaker to scrawl on the wall above his “bunk.”  Mike was here was right above If you can read this, you can read. He was bored. How long did it take to plan a rescue mission and fly to wherever-the-heck-Kansas? Like, a half hour tops.  Courtney owed him a milkshake if she made him wait any longer. At a scuffling outside the door to his cell, Mike perked up. “In here!” he called. “Shut your yap,” was the only response. Mike deflated slightly. “Let me out!” “Shut. up. Or I’ll make you,” Mike was pretty sure the voice belonged to the big guy who’d grabbed him. He still wasn’t sure why. He hadn;t been snooping around the cars  his Dad was fixing. Ok, he hadn’t been snooping much. He’d just noticed the inhalers, and thought, “hey

Maybe the driver’s medication shouldn’t be loose, I’ll let them know so they don’t lose it. Oh shit, that guy’s about to die and I have his medicine, you’re welcome.”  It was like a good deed, right? Heroes did that kind of thing all the time. Help little old ladies cross streets and rescue cats from trees and helpfully grab inhalers when someone starts having an asthma attack on account of all the smoke on account of ok, so maybe he’d had too much fun with the flamethrower on STRIPE and his dad had rushed into the back to fix it.  He’d reached into the car, handed the coughing guy the inhaler and bam. Trunk of a car, and then this bunker.  1/10, not the best field trip ever (though so far better than the 5th grade trip to a salmon hatchery.) “I didn’t do anything AND I didn’t see you do anything,” Mike continued. “So really this is fine. You just let me out, I pretend I ran away for a couple hours, no one goes to jail, I don’t miss my math test.” a lie on both counts, Mike absolutely planned on making the JSA put these guys away for, like, ever, and also using his kidnapping as an excuse to skip school for at least two days of recovery time. Maybe three.

“I said shut up, both of you!” “Eh, just leave it.” A second goon said from the hall. “They’re just kids, we’ve got shit to do.” A door slammed, a heavy metal clang echoing loud enough that it hurt Mike’s ears.  When it died away, he could hear just the faintest footsteps. He slumped against the wall a little. “Both, huh?” Mike asked. “Who’s over there?” If it was Courtney, he was legally obligated to laugh at her getting caught instead of saving him before they figured a way out. The answer, when it came, slipped through the vent at the top on the wall of his cell. Mike made an incredibly cursory attempt at climbing up to it before deciding that was pointless. “Uh…Jon.” “Is that a nickname or a fake name, are we doing fake names?” “What? Why would we be doing that, who’s we?” Definitely another teenager, possibly named Jon said back. “No reason, I don’t know, I’ve never been kidnapped with anyone before. I mean kidnapped before.” Mike said. “I’m Mike. Why’d they grab you?” “I don’t know, why’d they grab you?” “Not a clue.” A beat of silence before the other kid--Jon-- said “That’s probably not going to help us get out, is it?” “No,” Mike said, almost cheerful. “I think I’m here because I found some dude’s weird inhaler and he thought I saw something else. I’m pretty sure anyways. I’m between nemesis at the moment. That was a joke, I don’t have nemeses.” “... the inhaler thing, was it yellow?” “Yeah, I think so.” Mike started eyeing the hinges on the cell door. It opened inwards, which was real stupid.  He’d still need a screwdriver and a lever, but hey. MacGyver reruns had been on all Saturday while Courtney and her friends had been busy. “That was it, then. Intergang’s dealing drugs with them.” Mike groaned. “I got kidnapped because some dumb drug dealer stopped for a tire change?”

“...if it helps they’re XK. Super drugs?” Jon offered, his voice tilting up like he was genuinely trying to be helpful.. “That’s a little cooler.” Mike agreed. “So how’d you know that?” “I..uh.. My …mom might have pissed them off trying to stop them.” “Gotcha. Who’s your mom?” Mike chafes at the hesitation before ‘Jon’ answers. “Lois Lane.” Mike’s pretty sure he’s heard that name before. Or read it. Somewhere. “Oh! Newspaper lady. I have a paper route.” Jon huffs a laugh. “Yeah. So, obviously that’s not great.” Mike hums. “Yeah. Being just leverage sucks ass. I mean. From what I’ve read. In comic books. Not, like, that I’d know. Or anything.” “You know it’s really obvious that you’re lying, right?” “Really? Ok, so it’s not my first time getting kidnapped. It’s my… third, technically. And let me tell you, still not fun.” “Technically not my first either,” Jon admitted. “Listen, we can’t count on getting rescued. They have this place totally shielded in lead.” Mike wasn’t sure what lead had to do with stopping Dr. Midnite from tracking him, or Wildcat from clawing the shit out of pesky things like doorlocks. “Well that doesn’t seem safe. Isn’t lead poisonous?” “Are you planning on licking the walls outside? Also I don’t think intergang cares.” “Point.  Hmm.” Mike started fishing through his pockets. Gum wrapper, a pen, his wallet with all of six dollars in it, plus his school ID, and… “Wow. Are these guys idiots? They feel like idiots.” “What makes you say that?” “I have a plan.” Getting the hinges actually out was harder than expected, even with the little fold flat ,multitool Court had given him after the whole Cindy Incident, but not impossible. Leveraging open the door was another matter. “I’m pretty strong,” Jon offered. “Maybe I can get mine?” So Mike slipped the tool through the vent. “You better get me out too, though,” he warned, listening to the god-awful whine of metal on metal. Jon’s cell had apparently been actually furnished, which meant furnishings to use as a lever. Sure enough, a couple agonizing minutes later, a metal slat was shoved through the tiny gap between door and frame. “ I’ll work it from the outside, you  try from  yours,” Jon hissed. “Fast.” As soon as there was enough of an opening Mike shoved through, sweating just as much as the other kid was. They ran, rounding a turn. Mike drew up short with a yelp, Jon right on his heels. Two goons blocked the hall. “Dad,” Jon whispered. “I need you.” Mike wanted to call for his dad, too. The same thug who’d grabbed him shook his head, unclipping a weapon from his belt. “I thought I told you to stay put and behave. This didn’t have to go bad for you.” The second guy made a sour face. “Big boss had to know they’d try something. Keep ‘em separated next time.” “Kids need to do as they're told,” the first man said, his grip tightening on the gun. Jon tensed. Mike’s mouth went dry, staring. No one had ever pointed a gun at him before. “So there won’t be a next time.” He pulled the trigger.  

#Dammit Hedgi Day #Dammit Hedgi Day 2022 #Superman&lois #Stargirl #Mike Dugan #Jon Kent #Intergang

[greenwith-ivy]

ok i’m writing this fresh off of finishing wednesday (fresh as in like half an hour ago) and BOY DO I HAVE THOUGHTS

- wednesday doesn’t blink! very cool. i noticed this almost immediately and i pointed it out to my dad (we were watching it together) and he said that he hadn’t noticed before! (he’d already seen it twice.) so that’s fun :D - i hated both of the White Boys. i don’t even remember either of their names but i despised them. they were basically the exact same person!! i could not keep them straight, they look similar and they act nearly the exact same. i am so annoyed that they both ended up playing relatively important roles at the end - dude!!!!!! eugene!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love that guy he’s great. my favorite character - edin was kinda fun. i don’t think that’s her name but i can’t remember it. whoops. anyways she was also annoying but i think that was kind of the point, and her brand of annoying was way more endearing than the White Boys. she grew on me - i’m probably gonna make a separate post about this actually but wednesday is aro/ace and you can’t convince me otherwise. i rarely (never) headcanon characters to be a certain sexuality, but i feel so strongly about this!!  - now i’m gonna speculate what the popular ships for this show will be (or are). endi/wednesday is probably the most popular if i had to guess, then White Boy 1/wednesday and White Boy 2/wednesday will probably be pretty close in popularity. next up i think we’ll have wednesday/bianca. which. i haven’t written a thought about bianca yet i need to do that. after that maybe it’ll be enid/whatever his name was who she was actually dating in the show.  - okay i just checked ao3 and i was pretty close. i got the first three right and the fifth one! but apparently WB1/WB2 is the fourth most popular ship. which i didn’t even consider because why would i. they interact like a total of 3 times in the show and they both suck. why would anyone want to write more about either of them let alone both of them?? and it’s a little sad that bianca wasn’t up there in the 10 most popular (which is including friendships but i didn’t guess those) because she deserves it.  - bianca time!! she’s awesome i love her. i wish she wouldn’t do the blue eyed stare all the time but i can excuse it because she’s a fish.  - i was so sad when thing almost died. i couldn’t believe it i was in shock that they would DARE kill thing. fortunately for me i stayed strong and didn’t believe it and fortunately for them they didn’t kill him - love all of the unsubtle metaphors in this show. my favorite was probably lycanthropy as a metaphor for being queer. that one was incredibly in your face and it was fantastic - honestly a lot of the drama between wednesday and her parents seemed so forced??? like. maybe i just haven’t consumed enough addams family media (the only things i’ve seen are the two movies from the 90s and i know there’s more) but it felt like that was kind of out of nowhere? i get she’s a teenager now but idk i just never thought the addams family would have that kind of drama - fester annoyed me. we barely saw him but he just wasn’t right. (and again, maybe this is just because i haven’t seen enough other portrayals of him) - all the old women in this show had so much makeup on it was ridiculous. they’re old! let them have wrinkles please i beg you - speaking of makeup morticia’s eyeshadow wasn’t big enough and fester’s eyebags were too small and too light

i’m realizing a lot of these thoughts are negative and i promise that’s not how i feel. i loved the show i really did. it’s just i noticed i wasn’t happy with a lot of the details but i was very happy with the overall product. does that make sense? anyways, i’m excited for a potential season two at some point. i didn’t think they’d be able to get everything wrapped up in the last episode but they did! it’s a satisfactory ending (for me at least) and i would be totally fine if it didn’t get continued, but i wouldn’t object to another season either

#wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday show #wednesday spoilers #i mean i guess #you can probably infer that from the first line and i think i kept everything pretty general #but it doesn't hurt to add that #also i mean the aro/ace wednesday thing #like i feel that with my whole heart #she is!!!!

[cineflections]

Long post incoming

Some thoughts I had while watching ep4 of the Uncanny Counter season 1 (in a bulleted list):

• Man I've heard stories on how brutal bullies are in Korea, while I guess this particular "ganging up on 1 guy" isn't exclusive to Korea, the prevalence of bullying in kdramas is quite abundant.

• Cool fight sequence, all in first person. Could it perhaps be meant to indicate Wi-Gen's lack of control and seeing things from his perspective? It's cool, but is that all there is? I mean, is it there to just be a cool and unusual sequence, or is it symbolism? I remember that old Doom movie has a similar sequence, but that was to mimic and give homage to the video game it adapted. If it was to showcase Mun's rage, I kinda fail to see it. Yes, it is a brutal beat-up, but there's not enough visually showing it in the cinematography. There's a blur effect, but maybe they should've made it more pronounced like a tunnel vision or made him see red (literally)?

• And like I suspected, So Mun's power is to create a "territory". Just what was needed, seeing that his predecessor died because it disappeared.

• Of course, the rich parents come in and will not accept that their children should be punished. As if they're literally a "better man" than their "poor" peers. And Sugar Daddy comes to save the day again!

• "I bet you don't have a trillion won in your bank!

• Justice for all victims of bullies!

• That bully, the mayor's son, will definitely become possessed by a wandering soul. Or maaaaybe he will get powers from like a counter-like group but evil? He has too much screen-time by now that he will for sure play a bigger role as our boy's rival.

• The police are corrupt, the mayor and possibly others are corrupt. We do get the good cop woman, who faces obstacles at every turn.

• The plot regarding Mo-Tak's (attempted) murder and So Mun's parents' death is intriguing, and they were definitely involved with something. But what could that be? Has it to do with the counters? Or is it a plot separate from the main plot (although, since it's currently the only plot, I find that implausible)

• Hahah, Mo-Tak's face when finding out him and the girl cop were together once.

• "I can't lose the counter job. Wi-Gen promised I'd meet my parents if I did good as a counter" - boy, 🤦‍♀️ you violated one of their rules, that "if" is no longer in play..... you did not do good, lmao.

• Hahahah everyone just fainting by transferring to the other side. But man, Chu Mae Ok mvp: "Don't mess with my baby!" Paraphrasing, but YES!

• Hahaha, Mo-Tak doing a superhero landing on their table 🤣 😂

• I'm pretty sure Wi-Gen has already decided. She's just keeping her mouth shut for dramatic effect. She's probably dying inside from all the drama around her.

• Like why is that lady there. Why is she so disagreeable? (Talking about Mo-Tak's afterlife partner)

• The afterlife group. Is that like a family? Grandma, and three grandchildren??

• Netflix should really fix the subtitles. Sometimes they are late to show up and then, they disappear in a flash to make room for the next sentence... if the show had been in Japanese I might have been able to understand some of what they're saying, but Korean is beyond me except for certain words, so I'm afraid I'm missing out on key info sometimes.

• Wait wait wait. Omg really. So the mayor or whoever is in a sauna? Looks like one. I was wondering why the fuck they still look so wet? Like even if you immediately get into it after a shower your skin dries in like a minute or two. But these guys are still dripping. (Pls excuse the literal screenshots)

• Lmao they really be doing sauna in 43 degrees Celsius?? You mofos are weak af. 🤣🤣🤣🤣. My parents have a sauna in their house, and we never use it under 75 degrees, and that is low by our standards. My dad goes up to 90 degrees at times!

• And they keep the door open and let all the warmth out!

• So the mayor is renting land from another rich old dude, who thinks they are hiding something illegal? He doesn't seem to be a good guy either since he probably has connections to the corrupt cops. That old man will for sure die by the mayor's hand.

• Wow that was quick. Getting a hitman?

• Oh wait, the "hitman" is the guy's son? Adopted? Guardian relationship? Cuz that relationship is one sided. Daddy issues galore.

• Wuuuuuuut??! Mae Ok's partner is her own son? Damn that's kinda sad. And who is the girl in his wedding picture? Should I know her? And he can't find deaths from 2013 and So Mun's parents. Maybe that means they aren't dead? But there's corruption even in the afterlife, it seems. Intriguing.

• Oh, So Mun got his father's number.

• So "hitman" is a hitman and got powers. Possibly level 3? But that's a bit weird. Maybe that soul will transfer to mayor's son? Or the mayor and his goonies have a deal with the corrupt part of the afterlife?

Well, I'll find out as I progress. But I don't have time to continue today!

#series #kdrama #the uncanny counter season 1 #the uncanny counter season 1 episode 4 #so mun #chu mae ok #ga mo tak #do hana

[leifinthebreeze]

Heyyyy, just a little sneak peak into a fan fiction i was writing a while ago, if this gets enough I’ll post the next chapter. Basically it’s supposed to be a Todoroki X Reader but you don’t see that in the first chapter. Anyway enjoy!

Light. Light filtered through the car windows. Light shone down on the pavement. Light reflected colors off my mother, her clothes, her hair. If only it could have shown me her voice, so I could have seen the words coming at me. Maybe I could have dodged them, gotten back in the car and pretended none of this had happened.

“y/n, stay here. Don't follow me, or you will regret it.” Her tone had finality in it. I sat down on the sidewalk as everything I had known in my life drove away.

Why why why?! I internally screamed. Why wasn't I good enough to keep? What did I do wrong?

I watched the world continue to move around me, all while being in a state of limbo. Sun glinted against my golden hair, and the tears ran down my cheeks, filling me with unnecessary energy. I thought that that would be the rest of my life, that I would be stuck next to that road forever, that there was nothing left for me. What the hell! I was three and already contemplating my end! Why did I deserve that!? What sin had I committed!?

“O-oh my! Hey! Hey kid! Are you ok?” I hadn't heard the shoes running towards me, and I hadn't really listened to what the woman was saying, I just felt her hand on my shoulder as she questioned me. “What happened to you sweety? Where are you parents?”

“M-mommy and d-daddy l-left, a-and told me to stay here.” I said in between sobs.

The woman put her hands over her mouth as she gasped in horror. “That's it dear, I'm taking you home with me.” She grabbed my hand and gently pulled me up to standing, then picked me up and began carrying me.

Her shoulder pumped against my face slightly as she walked, rhythmic and soothing for me.

“What's you name dear?” she asked, her voice sweet and caring. Had my parents' voices ever sounded like that?

“y-y/n.” I sniffled into her shirt.

The woman chuckled. “Nice to meet you y/n, I'm Himari, and the man you are about to meet is my husband, Akio.” She said, while opening a door.

Timeskip: two years later

Tears were rolling down my face again as sirens blared around me.

Mom? Dad? Why is this happening again?

“Excuse me miss but are you the daughter of Himari and Akio Kame?”

All I could do was nod, barely even breathe.

The officer shook his head sadly, looking at the ground. “I'm so sorry kid, but your parents have died in an accident caused by villains.”

Why the hell did he look sad? He shouldn't be sad! He should've been hunting down the person who killed them! Why was he just standing there with a defeated look on his face?! For god's sake he was supposed to be an officer!

I fell to the ground and cried, water soaking the cloth around my eyes.

Why is everyone so useless?! Why am I so useless?!

After that I was brought to an orphanage, and I stayed there until I was nine when it was burnt down by mysterious causes. Yeah, those causes were me. I had been experimenting with my quirk when I accidentally set the side of the building on fire. The guilt tore me up inside, and I began to believe that I was cursed.

I was taken in by another couple, and brought to a nice home somewhere in the city. They seemed like nice people, giving me good food and a warm bed. How wrong could I get?

A few months after my new parents had adopted me, they discovered my quirk. Everything went downhill from there. I had gone crying to them that I was cursed and that they should stay away from me, and every time they would comfort me, but everytime they seemed more hesitant, and they began to distance themselves from me. When I unintentionally set a bot of flowers on fire, well i guess that was the last straw. They started pretending i didnt exist. They wouldn't feed me, and took everything out of my room, not even leaving me a blanket. If I tried talking to them, they would throw me back in my room and lock the door until I stopped crying. They called me a cursed child, drilling the thought into my brain.

When I was thirteen, I discovered they were connected to an organization dedicated to the destruction of all heroes, and that's when I had had enough. I escaped that night and fled into the alleyways and backroads of the city. I began living off of scraps and fighting for my food, picking up change thrown by strangers. I guess you could say I was a beggar. It wasnt until about a year or so later that i discovered that the family had been murdered by the very orginization they had been working for. And that's when he found me.

“Get back here!”

I ran through the back alleys that i knew oh so well, cutting corners on upcoming paths.

What did i do?!

All i really knew was that a man was chasing me, and he seemed dangerous.

Something flew by my head, only inches away.

Is that a frickin tranquilizer dart?!

Ok, kind of the last straw. I felt my legs begin to move faster, until they were only a blur, moving at the speed of light. I dodged into a building, running up the stairs until i made it to the roof. Even then i could hear his feet crashing up the stairs.

But how?

I didnt waste any time, launching myself off the edge while still at my top speed. I was aiming for a building parallel to the one i just jumped off of, a good twenty feet.

So close, so close!

When i was not five feet away, i felt something crash into me, knocking me off course and sending me flying into the side of the building. My head bashed the wall, and i think i heard some of my bones cracking.

I fell limp to the ground, the world quickly going black.

Hawks pov

I was out on patrol, flying through the more urban parts of the city at my top speed because…why not? Something flashed in front of me, something faster than even I could stop for. I made a hard impact, being sent flying backwards before steadying myself.

What the hell was that?

I looked down to see a girl limp on the ground, a pool of blood slowly surrounding her head. People had already started crowding her.

Shit!

I landed next to her, carefully rolling her over on her back. I pressed two fingers to her neck, relieved to feel a pulse.

“Someone call an ambulance!” I instructed, urgency flooding my voice.

I turned my attention back to the girl, quickly looking over her body to check for any other injuries. Lets just say she really didnt look to be in good shape. Something caught my eye. I whirled around to catch a figure standing atop a nearby building, before disappearing. I furrowed my eyebrows.

Was he the reason she jumped? She had come from that direction, so he could have been chasing her. How did she move faster than me? Who is this girl?

And thats when i noticed it. The blind fold around her face. My eyes widened in shock.

But that-no, that’s impossible. There’s no way!

Sirens began filling the street as the lights moved toward us. Quickly I ripped off my necklace and strung it around her neck, bringing her hand up to clasp the red feather tightly.

(yes i know that he doesnt wear a necklace but WORK WITH ME HERE I NEED PLOT!)

I leaned down, my voice barley a whisper. “Never take that off. Make sure you always have it with you.”

She was put onto a stretcher, then carried into the vehicle. The doctors nodded at me in thanks, before closing the doors and driving off.

Good, i managed to get it to her.

I stood up, looking back at where the mysterious figure had been.

Now, lets go investigate a bit.

y/n pov

I woke up in a hospital gown panting, my head throbbing, legs aching, and dont even get me started on my back.

Ok, i died.

I sighed, my grip loosening around the soft fibers tickling my palm. Wait…what the hell was i holding?

I looked down to see a small red feather clutched in my hand, attached to a leather chord around my neck.

Make sure you always have that with you.

The words flashed through my brain, the voice erased.

I didnt know how i got there, i didnt really remember anything, but i knew that whoever gave that to me had been the one to save me. I studied the pendant, running my fingers across the intricate structure.

“I promise.”

3rd pov

Off in the city, red wings shivered as they soared above the buildings. A smile spread across his face.

“Good.”

#Mha #My Hero Accademia #fan fiction #readerxtodoroki #Hawks #Keigo Takami #Boku No Hero Accademia

[hunted-moth]

my english attiment is to write a short story. im almost done :P

Pt1. A visitor

It was a hot summer day. Riley Was bored out of her mind having nothing to do for the rest of summer vacation. She would visit her friends and hang out, but they were all on vacation or busy. And going to the mall by herself would be awkward. She just finished reading a book, a generic one about how a boy who was perfect in every sense of the word was chosen to save the world, how boring she thought. Just then, her dad came in to ask if she wanted anything from the store

“Just some of my normal snacks would be nice thanks” she answers. It was just her, her dad, and her little sister Kaylie. Kaylie was 12 while Riley was 16, two very different people. She liked generic kiddie stuff but Riley liked darker more adult stuff. As her dad left, Kaylie came rushing to ask if they could play game

“No thanks” “oh common Riley, you never wanna hang out anymore” “that's because I don't like playing your games, and you don't like my games” she answers dryly, “well that's because your games are scary, I still have nightmares from watching you play the video game” “oh well” as Riley tries to end the conversation, Kaylie sees the book she had been reading earlier. 

“Oh you read the book I gave you, whatcha think about it?” “hmm, oh it was ok I guess” “OK! what do you mean just ‘OK’ it's the greatest book ever written!” as she defended her favorite book, Riley counters back with 

“sorry that I'm tired of reading generic stories about a perfect boy who wins every battle no problem ya know, it's just boring” “did you even read it all that way though” “yeah still boring” “HE LITERALLY DIED” “NO HE DIDN'T, HE CAME BACK TO LIFE TO KILL THE OTHER GUY,” she said matching her volume.

Just then, a flash of light came into Riley's small room, blinding both girls. When the light dies down, as the girls adjust to the light once more; they see an “angelic” being. Its head was made of three rings, both laced with eyes, and four wings one of which covered its body other used for flight. Riley was absolutely horrified and clung to the wall in fear, but on the other hand, Kaylie was mystified by it. But both were too shocked to speak

“Are you the hero Riley bonex?” Both girls nodded their heads. “I'm sorry to disturb you both, but the second world is in dire need of you both” they both just stood there, Riley looked confused by the phrases ‘second world’ and ‘dire need’.

 “So miss bonex, are you up to the task?” “N-” “YES SHE'D BE HONORED TO ACCEPT THIS QUEST” “WH-WHAT N-” before Riley can say no the being takes them to this supposed ‘second world’.

Pt, 2 Second world

As both girls wake up, they see the being hovering over them. 

“Hmm where are w- ahhhh” she freaks out and crawls away from it. “WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU AND WHERE DID YOU TAKE US” as she pointed at the creature. 

“Oh excuse me, where are my manners? My name is Angelica., im a higher being as the locals call us. I'm a messenger for the gods” 

“your a WHAT for the WHAT” “a messenger, for the gods” it explained more simperler “No i get that, its just  I- I don't understand any of this, like why were here in the first place” “duh, they said it they showed up in you room ‘this world is in dire need of saving, and you were choses to do so” she stated matter of factly.

“But I didn’t agree to this, you agreed to this for me” “same difference” riley face palmed at the statement. Then remembered something “wait, what about dad? His two very loud daughters are gone, when he comes home he’ll be coming home to silence” ''no need to worry miss bonex, time works differently here than in your world” ''how so? “Well when a hour passes here, a minute passes there” “sooo, three hours here is three minutes home?” Kaley asked, Angelica nodded their  “head”. “And how do we get out of here exactly?”Riley asked in a worried tone. “Simple, deaffet the demon king dominic”

Riley had a look of shock, her mouth hung open. “WE HAVE TO DEFEAT A DEMON KING! ARE YOU KIDDING ME” she yelled in anger “yes that is what i stated, did i not”

“We can’t fight demons, kylie can't even kill a fly” she stated, trying to convince the being “that is ok, we have magic here” “of course you do” “OOO i'm excited!”

As the three were talking, Angelica was explaining the magic system. “Magic here is very simple, there's combat, shapeshifting, and the elemental. Some don't take to magic very well, but i'm sure you both will find something” kayle raised her hand as if she was in class “how do we know what magic we can do?” “Well the users choose what they think will help them. Would you to like to see” “yep” yeah i guess”

As Angelica demetrated the magic to them, they both chose their preferred magic. Since Riley already knew some moves when it came to fighting, naturally she chose the combat magic. Kaylie liked them all so it was hard to choose one, she eventually chose the shape shifting one. Now that the girls knew how to defend themselves, they made their way to the demon territory.

Pt. 3 into battle we go

“Hey, how come you can’t just take us there?” “oh, but I am , aren't i?” “no i mean like teleporting us and stuff” “oh, my powers don't work in the territory” “oh, that sucks”

Just then, the three of them heard a scream in the distance. They looked in the direction to see a village being raided and burned down. They rushed over to stop the carnage.

Just then they were met with a horrifying creature, its skin was made with fire, its eyes void of life, as if it was once human but its humanity was burned away leaving a husk. Riley went to fight it, she summoned a sword and swung at it, but it dodged her attack. She was about to swing again, when Angelica spoke up “miss. bonex, during raids they usually have a queen. If it dies they die” 

“Ok where do I find it” she yelled out” “i'm not sure” “ugg, then why did you tell me” 

“I can find it for you” “what! No it's too dangerous ``'' too late” as kaylie announced that she turned into a bird. “Now I can fly and see it from above, now miss Angelica, what does the queen look like?”

“ Just like the things your sister is fighting, but bigger. Like a fat king” “oh ok got it”

She then flew off, leaving just Riley and Angelica, they just stood there watching Riley fight.

“Aren’t you gonna help me!” she asked in anger. “No” “you suck”

As she went further into the small town, she saw a girl was about to be crushed by aburing beam. She rushed in to save her. She went to put her down, but the child wouldn't let go. She put her on her back so she could fight better. She went into battle once again. She slayed more of the husks, it looked like that they weren’t letting up, but a femillier bird swooped down

“Hey Riley, i think i found the queen” “really?! Where lead me to it

As Kaylie led them to the queen, Riley adopted in shock, she knew it would be big but not this big. The figure stood at about nine or ten feet. Its skin was dripping with lava. Riley couldn't even get close to it without feeling like her skin was on fire. 

“How am I gonna kill this thing!?? It's huge ``''I don't know, think of something, ``Kaylie yelled. Just then Angelica appeared out of nowhere. 

“Go for the legs, if you cut off the legs it will collapse and die” “really it's that simple” Angelica nodded “ok”

Riley charged in and swung at its legs, but the word melted at the touch. She backed away to summon another weapon, choosing a water sword to turn the legs to obsidian. The queen was frozen in place and looked down. Tilting it head to the side. Riley thinks she's outsmarted it, but it simply breaks free from its frozen spot and kicks Riley from across the street. Riley is knocked out from hitting the ground.

Pt. 4 friend or foe

Riley awakes to her sister looking down at her in worry 

“Hey  Angelica she's awake” 

Riley is confused when she sees that the town is alright and safe from the demons. She looks down at her legs to see a bandage wrapped around her calf. “What happened?’’

“Oh  Angelica defeated the queen and saved you” “WAIT SHE WHAT '' Riley was furious at this explanation and demanded an answer from them. 

“When you were knocked out i took care of it for you” “but you said that you couldn’t do it yourself and that we had to do it” “no, i said no to your question. When you were knocked out, you were out of the fight, thus meaning i could handle it without helping you” she said in a tone like she was lecturing her about getting a simple math problem wrong. “Then why cant you and your little angel friends handle this huh” “because we just can't, you have to stop the king” Riley was getting angrier and angrier by the second. She got up and walked into the forest to cool off. She must've been out for a while because it was almost dusk when she awoke.

In the middle of her walk she spotted a small fire and ran towards it thinking it was another husk. When she got to it she something like the husks, but it was freaking about the fire

“No no stop stop it, stop burning” as she stepped closer to it, a twig snapped making its head turn in her direction. It started running towards her. Riley got herself in a fighting stance, all it did was grab her hand and drag her towards the fire. 

“Do you know any magic? Like water or something '' Riley was confused by this question “what? Aren't you a fire demon or something? Your supposed to SET stuff on fire not put them out” “i kno i know, but i just love plants and nature, i actually set it on fire and now i feel bad” “umm ok i can put it out fpr ya” she took out her water and poured it out

“Oh my got thank you so much!!” she went to hug her, but she wasnt hot at all. Riley then took a closer look at her. She had big horns and ashy skin, glowing eyes but not like the husk they had life and passion in them. 

“Um, what are you? I mean who are you sorry” “Hmm oh sorry, my name is cinder, im a well a demon…” “then why aren’t you attacking me?” “oh did you encounter the lost ones?” “oh do you mean the husks”

[trampslikeusinthetardis]

Courier's Chronicle, Part II

Despite being very used to the Mojave, Paige still groaned and covered her eyes as she exited Doc Mitchell's house. Pulling her dad's hat down lower, she grimaced and made her way down into town towards Victor's house. She hadn't talked much with the old cowboy Securitron on her past visits, but... well, when it pulls you out of your shallow grave, you make an exception.

"Howdy partner! Might I say you're looking fit as a fiddle!" Victor said excitedly as the courier approached. "Yep, yep, thanks Vic," she replied, holding up one hand and wincing. "Mind turning your volume down just a smidge? Head's still trying to kill me here," she explained.

"Oh, I'm sorry, miss," Victor apologized, quieter than before. "I'm just glad to see you up and about, 'specially after what them varmints did t'ya." The robot rocked back and forth on its wheel, turning slightly to "look", as it were, up towards the graveyard. "If you've come t'ask me about 'em, well, 'fraid I'm not gonna be much help. Outside of one fancypants in a checkered suit and a couple of ruffians with him, I didn't get much of a good look at who they were or where they was goin'."

Paige nodded, sighing deeply. "Welp, anything's better than nothing. But if you'll excuse me, s'not every day you get to inspect your own grave," she quipped, putting on her sunglasses. "Thanks again, Vic. Mean it," she said, before turning and walking off up the hill.

"Happy trails!" Victor called after her, before turning to head deeper into town himself

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She never much cared for cemeteries. She got the whole "marking the place someone died", but having a whole spot dedicated to it always felt weird. And as she crested the hill and saw the upended earth, that feeling only intensified. "Welp, let's get this over with," she said to herself, forcing her feet to move towards the grave. The weirdest form of melancholy she'd ever felt washed over her, and for a moment, it honestly felt like something was wrong. Not the whole "here's your own grave" part, although that was weird. No, the fact that she had cheated death in the first place. There were many a time before this where she walked (or limped) away from something she probably shouldn't have, but this was different.

A bloatfly buzzed closer, intent on... well, whatever those weird little fuckers liked to do. Glad for the distraction, Paige pulled her revolver from its holster, pulled the hammer back, and shot the insect before it could launch an attack. The whole motion may not have been as smooth as she was accustomed to, but it was enough to ground her back in reality. Right, let's see if that checkered fuckwad left anything behind, she thought to herself, walking around her own grave. On the left side, there was a very tidy pile of dirt, presumably left behind by Victor. And on the right...

"Fuck, how much does this guy smoke?!?" she remarked aloud, looking at the near half dozen discarded cigarettes on the ground. She bent down and picked one up. OK, well, I don't smoke, but these don't look like normal cigs, so might as well, she thought to herself, before tucking three away into a small leather pouch on her belt.

Standing back up, she thought about her next move. "OK, so that asshole was absolutely from Vegas, probably a Chairman... I could head straight north, either past Sloan or through the back passageway... nah, that cuts through Khan territory. I'd rather not go the long way 'round, past-"

"You always talk to yourself like that?" A voice rang out from behind Paige, and she instinctively jumped and put a hand back on her revolver. "Easy now," Sunny Smiles said, holding up both hands. "Didn't mean to startle you, just wanted to make sure you were doin' OK." The courier took a deep breath and tried her best to relax her body. "Sorry, gonna be a bit jumpy for a while, I figure," she apologized. "In my line of work, it's not uncommon to encounter a lot of life and death situation, but it's rare that you actually get both sides of that coin," Paige quipped.

True to her name, Sunny smiled warmly. "Well, glad to see you're up and about now. How's about we head to the saloon, get you some proper food and company that ain't tryin' to kill ya."

Paige nodded. "That... that sounds-" Her stomach growled loudly, and Sunny tried to stifle a giggle. "Yep yep, that sounds good, let's go before it gets a mind of its own," she said, walking back down the hill with Sunny.

#my oc #Paige Orlowe #fallout: new vegas #new vegas #welp #managed to do a second one #courier's chronicle #WHOOPS IT'S SUPER LONG #AGAIN

[spidernerdsblog]

Match made in Hell : Chapter Three

A/N : Chapter three is here. Survival of the fittest this is how life evolved on earth. And to survive you have to learn to adapt even if you have to make truce with people you hate. Hope you like this chapter. Let me know what you think.

A Happy New year to all of you lovely peeps! 💖💖

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary : you always wanted a simple life but to be born as the daughter of a dangerous mobster turned out to be a curse for you. Everything changes when your father gets your lover killed and forcefully marries you off to another mobster as a part of a deal. You hate your father and your husband the only thing you seek is now revenge. Will you ever be able to fall in love again or this burning hatred inside you will consume you?

Warnings : 18+,mature content, a little PMS drama, language, flashbacks in italics, slight nudity, suggestive themes.

Mini Playlist : Bad Things by Meiko

SERIES MASTERLIST

Complying to the note you take a quick scan of the room ensuring that you’re not being followed by anyone before making your way to the restrooms but instead of going inside you sidetracked to your left and stride your way to the staff exit door across the hall and sneaked outside continuing to walk down the dark alley. You stop when you see a large figure standing in the dark a few feet away from you.

"Y/N" the man speaks with a deep voice.

"Who are you?" You demand. The man walks out of the shadow and your face lit up as you saw his face illuminated by the street light. 

"William? Oh my god!" You rush to embrace him. William Marshal, your father's most trusted wing man and your mentor. All the knowledge you have raptured be it hand to hand to combat or gun fight he taught you all. 

"How are you my little tigress?" 

"Surviving" You say with a small smile. "But what are you doing here?" You were so surprised as well as happy to see him.

"Your father sent me here."

Your brows draw into a frown ''Daddy sent you?...But why?"

"You are alone and boss thinks it's a little dangerous to leave you in the enemy territory on your own" 

You scoff. "Huh, since when did he start worrying about my safety?" 

"He wants me to help you with your task, so how much progress have you made?" He asks.

"Actually William there has been some changes in the plan” You say. “I’m no more playing daddy’s little killing puppet" 

William gives you shocked look. "What, are you planning to backstab your father?" 

''Not literally stab him though I wish I could heh. But I'm gonna make him pay for his crimes by turning him in and then let the law decide his punishment."

"You want to go on a legal battle with the king of illegal trades?” He chuckles lightly at your childish idea. “You're bluffing right?"

"I'm not bluffing Will. I just want to deliver justice to all the people who have suffered for him without anymore bloodshed. And I’m not ruthless like him and at the end of the day he's still my daddy so even if I want I will never be able to kill him" You sigh with remorse. 

"It's a suicide mission Y/N, you can't win against him, not alone"

"Well Rome wasn't built in one day, Will. Plus I have you."

His face went stoic. "I can't betray your father Y/N." 

"Will, how could you forget that this man killed your whole family? He didn't even spare your five year old daughter. Don't you want revenge?" You tried your best to persuade him. 

"That man died when he accepted his allegiance."

"Then here's your another chance to avenge your family. Are you going to help me or not?" You ask him firmly.

"You know I have always seen you no less than my daughter" He reaches out a hand cupping the side of your face "so what does my daughter want me to do?" 

The corner of lips turn up into a smile. "Nothing much for now I just want you to pose as a double agent, provide me all the information and report back to daddy whatever I exactly say to you" You explained. 

William nods in agreement to your plan. "So have the Holland's agreed to this?"

"Holland's?" You frown. "Why on earth would I involve them? They are no less evil."

"You are plotting against your dad the mafia kingpin and you need allies Y/N."

"I don't need any allies…" You pause mid sentence as it finally hits you what Will was actually trying to imply. You narrowed your eyes with a sly smirk "Unless I rat them out against each other and they end up destroying each other in the process without anyone suspecting it was me behind all this. Like this I can hit two birds with one stone"

"Well now you're getting it." William says proudly. 

"By the way boss told me to give you this." He holds out a revolver, you stiffen at it’s sight.

"That's my gun" You swallow hard.

"Yes indeed it is." 

"I can't take it Will and you know why" You say anxiously.

"I know that the past haunts you Y/N but that phase is over. You have to let go" He takes your hand and places the gun. "Keep it, you'll need it" Your palms were sweaty as you gripped on to the gun and looked at it intently. 

"I think you should go back now before your husband gets suspicious and remember.." 

You cut him off before he could finish. 

"To be nice and call in a truce. Trust me I got this." You winked with a sly grin and rushed back to the hall through the backdoor but you are met with an obstacle. Tom was standing right in front of the restrooms, you quickly retreated behind the wall.

"Shit! Why are men so clingy?!" You groan with slight irritation when your phone lights up

T : Hey you okay? You're in for too long. 

T : Y/N???!! 

You roll your eyes as you text him back. 

Y : No I'm not okay!!! 

Concern clouded his features whilst he texted you back.

T : Hey what's wrong? 

T : Darling, you alright? 

You couldn't think of any valid reason to get past him so you had to swallow your pride and texted back with the most safest and believable excuse for a woman. 

Y : I'm PMSing!!!  T : ….OK. 

You peered to see his reaction and you swear you would have burst out laughing if you weren’t in such a sophisticated place, the look on his face clearly showed how weirded out he was. 

Tom on the other hand was clueless about what to reply next, since a young age he has been dealing with the most dangerous people from the underworld but never in his life he had to deal with someone pmsing specifically he never had to deal with you. Though he had a little knowledge about these things thanks to sex ed at high school. You saw him take a deep breath before typing. 

T: You need something? 

Y: Yeah, will a tampon be too much to ask? 

Y: It's kind of urgent. 

T: Right on it. Just stay there. It will be fine, love. 

T: Do you need a change of dress? 

To be honest you were quite taken aback seeing this concerned and understanding side of his. 

Y: No, I'm fine. And please don't come barging in the ladies room. 

T: Yeah I know that. 

As soon as Tom moves away you quickly slip inside the restroom and heaved a sigh of relief. After a few minutes a middle aged woman walks in the restroom.

"You must be Y/N?" She asks with a smile.

"Yeah." You nod.

"Here you go, love." She hands you a tampon. You take it and go inside a stall. You wait for a few minutes before throwing the tampon in the dustbin and emerging out of the stall with a smile.

"Thank you so much." You say smoothening the slight creases on your dress.

"Oh don't be but I must say your husband really loves you. You should have looked at his face how freaked out he was."

"I really doubt the love part.'' You snicker, turning on the faucet in the basin to wash your hands.

"Well darling, here’s an advice from a lady to a lady keep your man happy and satisfied and then not only will he be showering you with all his love as well as—"  She coils her thick glimmering diamond necklace around her slim finger "might get these too."

"Well thank you for your advice but not a fan of leashes you see." You quip drying your hands with the paper towels.

"Trust me sweetie one day you will just want to wear these leashes only for your man." She steps closer putting a hand on your shoulder.

"Will see." You give a tight lipped smile.

After sometime you step out and find Tom patiently waiting for you.

"All good?" He asks, you nod in affirmation.

"It was lovely talking to you sweetheart. See you again." The woman chirps, you smiled waving at her.

Bad Things starts playing……. I know what I want And I'll get what I need I'll come over and I'll show you how Don't you wish that you can have me now?

"Shall we have this dance?" Tom held out his hand. You take it with a smile as he leads you to the center of the room. Your hands go to his shoulders while his hands rest on your hips. You slowly begin to sway your bodies to the music going back and forth, your eyes looking around to the other couples dancing. 

You say that you want all of my love But let's be honest we don't need all that I like it better with no strings attached

"You're welcome." Tom says, drawing your attention back to him.

"Uhh..." You look at him in confusion.

"I guess the words that you are looking for are thank you."

"To be fair it was kind of your duty to help your wife from an embarrassing situation." You quip.

"Oh now I'm your husband, huh?" He raises his eyebrows amused.

Good girls do bad things sometimes But we get by with it Good girls do bad things sometimes But we get by with it

"Well you have been rubbing the fact on my face since day one so—" You half shrug. 

"So what was Mrs. Sinclaire saying?" He asks looking around the room.

"Nothing of my interest just how I should get one of those shining collars around my neck." You roll your eyes dramatically.

"Those are gifts from their husbands who love them dearly, love" He corrects you, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

How much more can you take if I give you a taste I've been waiting for you all night long I come around and then I'm gone

"But for me those are glittering leashes" You retort.

"Darling, how much ever you pretend but under this tough shell you're just a hopeless romantic, you crave love and I can give you all of it only if you allow me." Tom laces his hand with yours another hand stays at the small of your back, waltzing to the music. 

You'll get yours, I'll get mine Then we run out of time You're the only one that I desire 'Cause I love to play with fire

"Maybe I'm that's why I still dream of a beautiful life away from all this from you" you say looking deep into his brown orbs.

He leans down to your ear and whispers. "I can assure you one thing princess the farther you want to go away from me the more I will pull you back towards me"

A shiver runs down your spine as his smile turns into a wide grin.

Good girls do bad things sometimes But we get by with it Good girls do bad things sometimes But we get by with it

His hand moved from your back to your lower waist and he dipped you low, taking you by surprise. You bent on your back as he pulled you back up with a force, throwing you against his body sending your body right into his broad frame.

Ooh (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Ooh (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) When I'm down I let you know (ooh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) When I'm down I let you go (ooh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

You stayed like that for a while, inhaling deeply but the only thing you could smell was him, his expensive cologne intoxicating your senses and then he pushed you back again, spinning you around twice and settling back for the previous slow pace. 

Good girls do bad things sometimes But we get by with it Good girls do bad things sometimes But we get by with it (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

The night ends and you are now back at home sitting on your bed busy with your night routine rubbing on some body lotion on your hands as Tom walks in.

"What are you doing in my room?" You frown.

"Technically this is my room" He reminds you rummaging through his closet.

"Not anymore." You state haughtily. He plainly ignores you and goes inside the bathroom. 

After a while he comes out with a towel wrapped lowly around his waist, his wet curls sticking to his forehead. You couldn’t help but admire his chiseled upper body, muscles rippling and glistening in the soft golden light of the room.

"You’re staring" He sing-songs, smirking cockily.

"No-no, I'm not'' You fumble. 

"It's ok, darling I'm all yours to look at" You roll your eyes meanwhile he takes off his towel and throws it in the hamper before getting on the empty side of the bed just in his black calvin klein boxers.

"Whoa, you are gonna just wear that?" You ask in surprise. 

"Why you gotta problem?" He smirks while getting inside the covers. 

"No seriously, you’re either fully covered or almost naked. Nothing in between." You remark giving him an annoyed look.

"Why does it turn you on babygirl?" He says with a sultry voice. 

"Shut up and stop with these weirdass names, will ya" You grimace as he chuckles.

"And what about you? You are going to sleep in that?" He points out looking at your sleep shorts and a loose shirt. 

"Well you may think of yourself as a calvin klein's model but I ain't a Victoria’s secret angel. So yes I’m gonna sleep in these" 

"But your Instagram says something else" He quips, making you smile mischievously.

"Aww did someone get all riled up at work?” You click your tongue pouting “so sad." 

Tom all of a sudden grabs your arm pulling you down to him as you jolt down surprised.

"And for that you deserve a nice spanking" His voice low, a cocky grin plastered on his face.

"If you touch me I'll chop off your hands." You threaten with a cold stare and pull out your arm from his grip. You lay down turning to your side and snatched away the covers from him.

"Oi! blanket hogger!" He protests, pulling the blanket back.

"Get out of here!" You kicked his leg playfully snatching the cover again.

"Y/N I swear to God I’ll push you off the bed!" He says laughing.

"Shut up you whiny baby." You retort laughing as well.

He moves closer to you bringing his hands to tickle you on the side of your hips. You squealed trying to push him away but he tightened his hold around you both laughing like kids when suddenly you realized how close you were the heat from his bare body felt like burning against your skin. 

What are you doing? You hate this guy, he is the reason Ethan is dead. You remind yourself gaining back your composure and stopped laughing. You went silent closing your eyes as Tom got the hint and backed off.

You soon fell asleep breathing softly but Tom was still awake staring at the ceiling thinking about all the meetings and deals he has to make tomorrow when you shifted on the bed and turned to Tom’s side in your sleep. You subconsciously hiked a leg above his placing your hand over his chest snuggling close to him. 

Tom found it really amusing chuckling softly as he took his time to admire how beautiful and innocent you looked. He went to wrap his arm around you just then he heard you mumbling in your sleep. 

"I'm sorry - I'm so sorry Ethan." His expression goes hard. He retracts his hand away placing it under his head and lets out an exasperated sigh before closing his eyes to sleep.

Next morning you squint your eyes open to find yourself practically laying over Tom's chest, you sit up hastily waking him up in the process. 

"Good morning, princess." He says with a groggy voice. You look at him timidly. 

"By the drool I’m assuming you slept well." You frown rubbing the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand. 

"So much for chopping my hands eh?" He snickers. "But what about you taking advantage of me while sleeping." you felt your face heat up in embarrassment.

"Sorry I used to have a side pillow when I slept."

"Oh it's ok, love. I'm honored to be your human side pillow.'' he says cockily before getting off the bed to get ready for the day. 

"Dickhead" You mutter under your breath.

****

 You went to punch his chest, but William blocked it

"As a devout feminist, I refuse to say that you hit like a girl." William quipped letting go of you, and you spin around in frustration

"Let's try this again, shall we?" 

"Tell me again why I have to learn self defense this early in the morning." 

William began to roll up his sleeves to better move around "You are my  responsibility." 

You smiled "...says the feminist." William chuckled. 

"Fighting is rhythm. There is a music, there is a meter, there is a pattern. Let that rhythm beat within you." He stood defensively and nods at you. 

"Again." you put up your fists and start to fight him, but he easily blocks your blows. You two spin and continued practicing. You struck him again but he blocks it. 

"Legato" You strike again with increased force,

"Ostinato" You strike back with all your force. 

"Crescendo" You managed to hit him, but he blocked the majority of it and held you by your neck. 

"And then, once you've established your cadence--" You spun out of his grip, kicking him, and pressed him against the wall while he's distracted. 

" --You change the key." you said smiling proudly. 

 "Very nice." He said a little out of breath. "But none of this matters if you cannot make the kill." 

"But I don't want to kill anyone." 

"You will. To survive" He said.

You stepped back to catch your breath from the intense workout.

"Now c’mon we will learn something new today." He brought two wooden staff and throws one at you out of the blue which you barely catch.

"Hey! I wasn't ready!" You protested. 

"First lesson-- always be on your guard." He instructed. You took note of the weight of the staff in your hands for a moment.

"It's heavy." 

"I was half your age the first time my father gave me the staff. I would have torn every muscle rather than let him see me strain. And, had I--" He attacked you, you barely blocked his blow "-- he would have corrected me." 

"No offense, but your dad sounds like a jerkwad" You panted. 

"Mothers love their children. Fathers make them strong" He attacked you again, and though you struggle to keep up, you manage to continue blocking him.

"Well in my case my daddy doesn't care 'cause he already kind of bidded me off in a stupid deal--" You started to fight back  "-- and my mother is quite ardent to make me strong enough to face anything what is to come my way" You grunt while attacking but William easily dodges your strikes.

"You're anticipating. Do not let me see your move before you make it." He strikes at your staff, knocking you off-balance and causing you to twist your ankle as you fall and whimper in pain

"Get up." He commanded.

"I can't, my ankle hurts." You groaned.

"The ability to end your pain is a warrior's true weapon. Master that, and nothing holds power over you." You glared at him. 

"Now, on your feet." You winced. 

"I said, On. Your. Feet." He barked.

You continued to glare at him, but do grab your staff to use it to help you to pull yourself up on your feet. You leaned against the staff for support. William looked mildly impressed.

"Good. Perhaps you've actually learned something today." 

It’s been almost two weeks since the gala night William has been in contact with you providing you with valuable information. You were lost in your thoughts when your phone buzzed and you were broken out of your daze. It was William, you received the call. 

"Hey Will!" 

"Got some news." 

"Seems like Victor has grabbed quite a hold in the European drug cartel. He has been making quite some big deals." 

"Daddy is making deals with the European drug mafias?" You were surprised at this news. "But how is that possible? As much I know he planned to oust the Hollands off their turf first before taking over their business." 

"Working with your dad I have learnt one thing about him, ‘compartmentalization’ nobody gets to know about his real plans. And that is the reason behind his success." 

"I think I know someone who might give me more info on that. But the most important question is who is doing all the dirty work for him while he is sitting in NY." 

"A new gang has emerged in the city ‘the vipers’ but I’m surprised that the Holland’s didn’t happen to come across them yet." He says before ending the call.

Meanwhile Tom was at the docks of the London port accompanied by his brother Harry for a meeting with an old time ally.

"Gomez, after a long time mate." 

"Yeah Holland business has been a little rough these days"

"So my brother tells me that you wanted some negotiations to be done with the current revenue arrangement of the port area"

"Yes Holland about that you see you're charging an outrageously high protection money and for that I am having very little profit from my drug trafficking business" 

"Well mate protecting you from the cops and allowing you to smuggle through my port comes with a high price I told you at the beginning only." Tom says.

"Then I might have to rethink our alliance, Holland."

"You mean you want to call off the deal?" Tom raises his eyebrows.

"Yes you guessed it right" 

"That's really brave of you given that the narcotics are already suspicious about your activities" Tom mocks with a sinister look in his eyes.

"I'll take my chances and there's this new gang who are ready to provide protection at a much cheaper rate plus they are going to help me expand my trade to the States. And profit has always been my first priority mate." Gomez states.

"Well whatever suits you mate but the port is still under my control if I may remind you so perhaps you should start watching your back" Tom advises, malice in his voice and then he storms out of the place.

****

You have finally decided to have a night out and blow off some steam. You dressed up in a slip dress and put on your matching stilettos. Booking yourself an uber you were just about to go down the stairs when you heard some heated argument coming from the office though it was mostly Tom’s voice you heard and by the tone you deduced he was very angry. 

You slowly made your way towards the room to see Tom standing in the middle of the room with Harrison and Harry beside him, his men surrounding him as he yells at them. They were so engrossed into the meeting that nobody bothered to notice you standing so you quietly lean against the doorframe and listened to their conversation.

"I'm paying a bunch of assholes for nothing!" Tom barks. 

"Tom, calm down." Harry goes to tone down his brother.

"How can I calm down?! Some bloody newbie gang has been operating right under my nose! on my turf! and I have no news about that." He snaps.

You couldn’t help but the whole conversation made you chuckle a little too loudly drawing everyone’s attention present in the room. Tom was already seeing red with his business going into jeopardy and seeing you laugh like that he went ballistic. 

"Does something here appear funny to you?" He glares at you.

"Well funny things do." You retort.

"And may I have the pleasure of knowing what you found so funny?"

"Well seeing you guys all worked up about this whole new emerging gang snatching away your territory. I really feel pity for you."

"Thank you for your pity now you may leave, anyways women are not allowed here. I should not see you snooping around in the future near this room." He orders.

"Your loss I might know something that could have helped you in solving your little problem." You shrug and turn to leave. 

"Wait! What do you mean?" 

"Well I guess women don’t do business here so I better keep my mouth shut." You taunt agitating him even more.

"Stop fucking with me Y/N! If you know something then tell me." You pucker your face pretending to think. 

"Please" he adds softening down a bit, you sigh audibly.

"Ok then let me give you a heads up. The viper gang which is hampering your business deals is owned by none other than Victor Martinez aka my daddy dearest." Tom's eyes went wide as well as Harrison's and Harry's. 

"What! You’re kidding right?" You scrunch your nose shaking your head sideways dismissively.

"But-but we had a deal!" He was still in disbelief.

"Honey you made a deal with the devil. What did you expect?" Tom crosses the room in three strides and grabs hold your arm with a death grip anger raging in his eyes.

"Leave my hand, Tom! You’re hurting me!" You struggle twisting your arm. He slightly loosens his grip but still holds on to you. 

"What more do you know? What have you father-daughter planned behind this whole wedding facade?!" He spat gritting through his teeth.

"Hey don't go all out on me! I myself didn't know about this until today. He never told me about this secret gang." 

He scoffs, raising his eyebrows. "And you want me to believe that?" 

"It’s up to you if you want to believe or not but if I would be plotting against you why would I even care to tell you all this?" You pull your hand away "--and this growing hatred inside you I have thousands of times more of that hatred inside me for him" you seethe.

"Then what was the meaning of the whole deal?" 

"Well he wanted me to lure you and trick you into writing everything you own including your business to my name and then kill you." Tom is left speechless with your revelation.

"What? Feel the bitter taste of betrayal?" You smirk. "Now you’ll understand what I felt." 

"Okay then you guys have fun working out your plan on going against your new enemy while I enjoy my night with some music and drinks." You chirp enthusiastically.

"Now where are you going so late?" Tom sounded tired.

"None of your business" 

"Anthony, Michael go with her" He orders two of his men.

"No need, my uber is already waiting outside" saying so you left.

Reaching the club you order some drinks for yourself. You sit on the seat near the counter enjoying the ambience as the bartender hands you a martini. Though it wasn’t like the rave parties you had in NY but you really felt relaxed finally out by yourself after being trapped in that house for two weeks after your wedding which felt like ages. 

"You're Y/N right?" You look up to your side to find the red head girl from yesterday.

"And you're the hooker" You quip and she chuckles.

"Yeah I am, it's Sandy by the way." She takes seat beside you. "So where’s your husband?" 

"Probably still shouting at his men." You shrug, taking a sip of your drink.

"Not to be prying but what's the deal between you two? It looks like you hate each other's guts"

"Don’t know about him but I definitely do, perhaps after tonight he might start hating me too." 

"Then why the hell did you get married?" 

"Well honey things don't work like that in the mob. A wedding is just a strategic alliance between two families for their own mutual benefits. We just serve as scapegoats, our fates were sealed together the day we were born" You explain. 

"Well that’s some really messed up shit" She sympathizes. 

"I know." 

"But you can still work it out. You know he isn’t that bad, at least not in bed" She grins cheekily. 

"Okay I didn’t need to know that" You chuckle sarcastically. 

"You’re really missing a good dick girl, that you can have any time you want and all your life." 

"Do I look like a nymphomaniac?’’ You laugh ‘‘-and no doubt he is a dick. He is the reason my innocent boyfriend is dead, I’m stuck here in this stupid marriage and instead of apologizing what does he do? He brings in girls, acting like a slut" You rant.

"You're bothered aren't you?" 

"No, why would I be bothered with whom he sleeps?" You stand up from your seat stumbling a little already feeling tipsy.

"-- you know what I'm gonna enjoy today, get drunk and dance my sorrows away." "Everyone in the house tonight’s drinks are on me! Enjoy the free booze!" You screamed. The whole crowd whooped and whistled.

"To my fucked up life!" You shouted, downing a shot. 

You made your way to the center of the dance floor and started dancing without any worry about tomorrow. Within seconds you felt two hands around your hips, you turn your head to find a cute boy probably of your age as you continued to dance and grind against him. After a couple of songs you went back to the counter and had some more drinks. You were totally wasted as your vision went blurry and pretty soon everything blacked out.

It feels like a struggle for you to open your eyes as you stir inside the covers. Huh? You squint your eyes open and realize you were actually lying in a bed. You slowly sat up, your head was pounding with last night’s hangover as you groaned holding your head. Your eyes slowly adjusts to your surroundings and you realize that you were indeed back home and in your bedroom. You look down at your body and were shocked to find yourself in just your black strapless bra and underwear.

"You’re up at last." You hurriedly pull the covers up to your chest hearing Tom’s voice. 

He walks in a pair of grey sweatpants and a tightly fitted black t-shirt, his biceps bulging out of it. It was really odd to see him in such an informal attire but he looks good, you slapped yourself internally for the last thought.

"What happened last night? How did I get here? And where are my clothes?!" You badgered him with questions.

"Woah slow down, that's a lot of questions at one go and you should be the first one explaining about your reckless behavior last night."

"Why, what did I do?" You frown.

"Oh you really went wild last night. For starters you danced with random blokes and then you drank more and got wasted. And then you took off your dress whilst those drunk bastards did body shots." Your mouth falls agape in shock.

"Wait what? I took off my dress in public?!" You were still in disbelief.

"Yeah and that’s not all” He says with a scoff “You let those twats lick salt and lemon off your body while they did shots. Thanks to Sandy who informed me on time." You rolled your eyes looking away. 

"After seeing you being used for body shots things got a little nasty out there and they had to close early."

"What did you do?" You ask anxiously. 

"That any man would do seeing his wife being touched by other men." He growls the last bit.

"What do you mean?" 

"I made sure they will be in the hospital for a good couple of months." He states rather proudly. 

You slap your forehead shaking your head in annoyance. You didn't realize that you had let go off the sheets covering your body giving Tom quite a view which he had missed the other day. 

He slowly leans forward, eyeing you up and down lustfully prompting you to back off until your back touched the head board. He crawls towards you further hovering over you reaching his hand out to cup your face.

"You really upset me yesterday Y/N." His voice low as his hand brushes your hair from your shoulder and travels downs to your chest fingertips gently brushing over your rib cage down to the valley of your breasts slightly tugging to the soft material of your bra. You caught hold of his hand to stop him from going down further, he smirks. 

"Funny how you allow strangers to touch you, but not me, your husband who has the only right to do it." You kicked his crotch but not too hard. 

"Bloody hell!!" He groaned as you tackled him down bringing yourself on top straddling him. You were far gone from feeling self conscious, sitting on top of him in just your undergarments. 

"Well the thing is I don't take you as my husband." You sneer narrowing your eyes. "And the last time I checked, you don't trust me." 

"Well I never trusted you on the first place and you proved it last night quite nicely for the reason why” He says. “but honey I'm not letting you go so easily."

"After a lot of thought I actually think you could be a perfect leverage for me" He then goes to press his hand to your lower stomach "Moreover if you were with my child I guess grandpa Victor will certainly agree to some negotiations" He ticked his jaw with a devilish grin. You flare your nostrils fuming at his audacity. 

"I would rather be barren than let you father my child and give him/her this cursed life." You seeth. Tom seemed a little hurt by your words of how you think he's going to be a terrible father but he masked it with his usual cocky self. 

"Truth be told princess I love to be on top and in control but for a change you really look so pretty on top, can't imagine how beautiful you'll look while you ride my dick" He says tracing your jawline with his fingers. You swat his hand away. 

"You're such a piece of shit!" You snap getting off him. He gets up chuckling and leaves the room as you quickly get off the bed and run to the bathroom. 

Undressing yourself from the leftover clothes you ran a warm shower, the warm water quickly relaxing your muscles. You smelt of sweat, alcohol and cigarettes which made you feel dirty. You squirted some body wash and lathered your body with it before washing it off. Then you washed your hair with shampoo. 

You take your time before drying yourself off and walk out of the bathroom busy fixing your towel and bumped into Tom. His large hands held your arms steadying you meanwhile your towel loosens and falls off your body. You both looked at each other in shock. 

Tom stands there like a statue gaping at you, eyes lingering from top to bottom of your exposed body; ‘man you have a goddess like body’ he thought as beads of water trickled down your wet hair. You finally come back to your senses then it suddenly hit you that you were standing completely naked. 

"What the fuck!! Tom close your eyes!!!" You shriek out quickly bending down to grab the towel and cover yourself. Hearing you scream Harrison came barging in your room. 

"What happened mate?" Out of instinct Tom lunges forward and embraces you tightly blocking you from anyone's view.

"Harrison! Get the fuck out of here!" 

"Oh I'm sorry bruh. Didn't know you were busy." He cackles turning around. Some of his other men also came rushing in thinking something happened, leading to a total chaotic situation in the room. 

"Yes, who else is left to join the party you are cordially invited!" You yell frustrated. 

Tom is still guarding you as he yells sharply. "Get out of here you bloody morons!" 

When everyone is finally out of the room Tom steps back as you stand at your place clutching on to your towel, both of you looking away from each other. After a few awkward moments of silence Tom finally speaks up. 

"That was quite a spectacular view, you have kept things quite perked up I see." He says playfully. And that was enough to get on your nerves. 

"You!!!" You glower taking the vase you found near you in your hand to hurl it at him. He steps back a little, raising his hands defensively. 

"Careful love! That cost me thousands of dollars, though I don't have any shortage of money but still don't want a lovely art to go to waste just to appease your anger on your piece of shit husband" He snickers breaking into a laugh and runs out of the room leaving you fuming. 

"Son of a bitch! Uggh!!" You stomp your feet keeping back the vase at its place. Your phone dinged and you went to check, it was a message from William. 

W : Good news

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In which Peter has a child while stuck in the mcu: *takes deep breath*

He’s definitely living with Wanda post WV, so she’s there.

I don’t know a lot about inhumans but I know a little. Maybe Crystal is on earth for some reason, or the royal family just invites Wanda to the moon after learning about Westview b/c they want the tea, I guess. But Crystal and Peter meet.

They don’t get married, they don’t even officially date, so when Crystal announces she’s pregnant literally everyone is blindsided.

Wanda’s reaction is the best. She doesn’t say anything, but it’s her facial expressions as this is all going down. Her facial expressions.

Peter panics. Obviously. He runs around frantically with no rhyme or reason. He trashed his room. He’s screaming at a pitch only Crystal’s giant dog can hear.

He confides in Wanda about his piles of daddy issues, compounded by the fact that he never told his father the truth.... And also the fact that he was a terrorist.

But now it’s like, what happens if he goes back to his universe. He doesn’t want to to be an absentee father.

So he makes a difficult decision to stay in the mcu for the child. He still wants to go back to the x men to make sure his friends and family know he’s okay, but he wants to stay with his kid.

In the wake of his decision, Peter is high on emotion and decides that he needs to go the extra mile for this fatherhood schtick.

So he and Crystal elope.

Literally. Everyone. Thinks. This. Is. Questionable.

They’re divorced before she gives birth.

Not even a bitter divorce, just a ‘Ok, marriage at this point was probably a mistake.....’ divorce.

He and Wanda binge watch kids movies that came out from after he was taken from the x men.

Labor time!

Peter’s definitely a ping-pong whatever. When Crystal cries, he cries. When she screams, he screams.

But then Luna is born and she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life, and he just can’t. He’s crying on his own behalf.

Crystal holds her first, and then Peter, and the first thing he says to her is with teary eyes, so loving, so tenderly, is ‘You are gonna piss so many people off,’ in the softest voice you can imagine.

When the rest of the family comes in to meet her, Peter turns on the Lion King music, which he saw in the binge, and holds her up.

Wanda gets to hold her next, and Peter’s all ‘Meet your Aunt Wanda, Luna!’ And it’s a moment, because yeah, Tommy and Billy called him uncle, and he’s made it clear he loves them as such, but that was when he was brainwashed, so this. This is such a moment for Wanda.

And Wanda misses her boys so much, but the amount of love she feels for this girl overwhelms her bad she really believes she’s not alone anymore.

Afterwards, the three of them (Peter, Wanda, and Luna) are all curled up on a hospital bed together. Like they would be if Peter was the one who gave birth, but instead they just stole a bed to cuddle on because they’re emotionally drained.

Crystal is giving them the side eye from the other bed like, *guys it’s my special day too.*

Peter looks down at his bundle of joy and decides to make a speech to her.

He takes a deep breath. ‘Luna Maximoff’ (‘We did not discuss last names, Peter!’) ‘Your father is.... the problem in every relationship he has ever had. Except for the ones with people who are bigots, those guys suck. And he’s gonna be problem in ours. But I promise you, even if I make a million mistakes, and I will, I will try my very best to make sure you are the one person in this family who’s life isn’t made up of one traumatic experience after the other. Because you are the love and light of my life.’

Awwww.

Oh and Wanda definitely has a himym moment where she looks back all the stupid stuff Peter has done and thinks, ‘That guys a dad now.’

Except her flashback was from that morning.

Of course, that doesn’t get rid of all his deep emotional baggage. And he’s so worried about messing Luna up that he’s a complete motherhen.

He rants to Wanda, ‘Let’s face it, you and I are both going to hell,’ Because even if he loves Wanda, he’s not gonna excuse what she did to Westview, and for himself he has self esteem issues. So Wanda is :000. But Peter just continues. ‘But I really don’t want that for her!’

Anyways, Wanda starts hearing her kids and that kicks off their next big adventure, with Peter reluctantly leaving Luna with her mom.

He writes her a final letter in case he dies so she knows he loves her very much. But don’t worry, Peter’s not gonna die, so this is just a character quirk for now. It’s always quirky until someone dies.

I know that the ‘X men see WandaVision broadcast’ thing should logically stop after episode seven, but for this we’re gonna say the broadcast showed the entire, actual show, with all the SWORD and Agatha stuff. And then it starts playing Doctor Strange and the Multiverse of Madness! And there’s a flashback to Luna’s birth.

It’s been a few years, and the x men have already had a funeral for him, so seeing this is..... wow.

Raven’s long since spilled the beans to Erik about his son, and he’s not been taking it well.

So seeing that his son is not only alive and well, but that he also has a granddaughter, (and maybe even an au daughter) makes him cry in front of everyone.

Also, maybe the team was just a bit unappreciative of him, not enough for us to bash them, but enough to make them feel guilty. So seeing him thriving without them stirs up some emotions.

Also maybe he has an ex on the team, and it ended because Peter’s bad at handling things. For maximum feels.

They know from the broadcast that Peter plans to stay in the mcu with his daughter and that makes them all sad, but it’s a really good reason and they’re almost all sensible enough to accept this.... After a proper goodbye of course.

We’ll get back to Erik’s feelings in a sec.

They make a portal, and all go to the mcu to help out in the final fight. They reunite with Peter, who runs to get Luna, even though she’s not on earth, so that they can all meet her.

Erik holds Luna and goes ‘You will lead millions! Willingly or as slaves.’

It reminds him of holding Nina and he wishes he held Peter and it’s so special.

They say their goodbyes.

Meanwhile, Erik is conflicted, because his child (children) is staying in alternate universe and this is where his granddaughter is, so if he can’t convince them to come back to the x men verse then maybe the best thing he can do is move to the mcu.

But Charles a school to look after, so that leads a horrible question; Will Cherik have to break up again?

Doctor Strange just rolls his eyes and says fuck it, because reality is already messed up so why not? And he gives the Maximoffs a key to crossover whenever they want. And it only works for them.

So Luna has all the inhumans and all the x men loving her so much, with the best dad, aunt, and grandpas in both worlds.

And of course with the coolest cousins a girl could ask for!

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