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onskepa · 3 months

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Can we get a neteyam x human reader?? She's lyle's daughter, also human and made friends with spider. When lo'ak comes to save him, he wants to take her with him but she can't just leave her dad here

You can end it however you want

Hellooooooooooo sweetie~!!

So I hope you dont mind this being a short one, but its a good one! Enjoy~!!

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Yewn

“Do you ever think we might see them…?” Young spider asks his sister at arms, Yewn. The young girl thinks about the question and shakes her head. “I don't think so, they are dead for a long time. It is like Jake said, good riddance” she replies.

Both lay down on top of the old lab shack, staring up at the night sky.

“They were bad guys, and killed a lot of the na’vi…” Spider says, convincing himself of certain feelings.

“Exactly. So stop thinking about our dads, I bet they won't even care if they do come back from the dead”

“Kid, you won't last another day if you don't eat, '' Lyle Wainfleet says. He bends down looking rather tired and slightly annoyed. 16 year old yewn just stared at him as if he was the worst shit on the entire planet. To which he is in her eyes.

“Fuck off” was all she says time and time again.

“Yewn-”

“Shut up, don't call me that. You have no right to call me that!” yewn yells at him in anger. A lot was happening in such a short time. Her friends were attacked and held hostage, went to help, spider’s mask broke, stayed behind to help him, only to be taken and be separated from him.

The room is cold, colder than the labs. Everything was so lifeless. She hated it.

But there is nothing more she hates, than the man, or dreamwalker in front of her.

“If you don't eat, you will die, '' Lyle tells her again. And again, yewn just hisses at him.

“Good, I would rather die than confess anything to you or that old bitch!”

Lyle rolls his eyes, hopefully quaritch has better luck than him.

Her plan was cut way too short. Spider took the lead in showing the recoms how to climb, run, and jump through the big vines and floating mountains. Spider was a true expert in that field, so yewn stayed a little more behind. By adding more pressure to the weak points of the vines, the goal was to tear some down but the recoms would step on them by their own body weight. Spider was doing the same, the plan was to have them all step in a weak vine so that they can fall to their deaths.

Obviously that didn't work.

Lyle was quick to catch what she and spider were doing. While he did not report to Quaritch what they were quietly doing, lyle took it upon himself to straighten the kids out.

“If you want us dead, it will take a lot more than that” he tells Yewn. And yewn would take note of it. Next time, she will do better.

“Getting the hang of it now” Lyle says as he flies on his ikran with yewn. The girl missed flying up high in the sky. The thrill of doing amazing tricks, how nete-

No, while Yewn is still in the human's custody, no thoughts of him will appear in her mind. Anything can happen and they can use whatever she accidently shares against her.

Besides, there is something else occupying her mind and her full attention.

“Come on bro! We have to get them, they are still on the ship!” Lo’ak pleads to neteyam. It didnt take much to convince the older brother, nodding eagerly, both head deeper to the ship to find their friends. All the while trying to avoid enemies all around.

Quietly they climb up some pipes and hide, lo’ak points downwards to see spider and yewn being shoved somewhere.

“We get it! We are going, fucking bastards” spider cusses at the humans behind him. Him and yawn look really annoyed, but oddly compliant. Taking the chance, the brothers jumped and began to attack the humans.

Yewn and spider were surprised to see them but quickly catched on. Fighting as well, the four managed to take down the humans around them. Taking the weapons, neteyam, lo’ak, spider and yewn were armed and ran for the edge of the ship.

“Come on, come on! We are almost there!” neteyam yells, shoving yewn forward until bullets were being shot.

“GO GO GO!” spider yells, he and lo’ak jump first into the sea. But yewn and neteyam couldnt in time.

“Yewn get back over here!”

Neteyam turns to see a false avatar, his gun pointing at him.

“I won't tell you again, come here now!” the fake shouted. Neteyam looks down and sees yewn shaking. Was it fear? Hesitance?

She was close to taking a step forward but neteyam stopped her.

Yewn looks up at him, ready to cry.

“Are you insane!? Lets go, he won't hurt you again” neteyam burgers her, shifting her closer to the edge but yewn fights back. “No no! You don't get it! I can't just leave him!” Yewn shouts. Her fear and desperation growing.

“Yes you can, he hurt you!” neteyam shouts back. But yewn only looks back at lyle, their eyes making contact. Yewn knows he is silently pleading to go to him. That part yewn is afraid of. To go back to lyle means to go back to those horrid conditions the general had her go under.

“No! I just cant leave him like this-”

“And why the hell not?!”

“BECAUSE HE IS MY DAD!!”

“Hey lyle-”

“You know, you can call me dad if you like…” recom lyle informs yewn in an awkward way. Yewn looks up at him, almost in a disapproving look. There was a few seconds of silence before Yewn walked on the other side of the room, not continuing what she was going to say.

Lyle walked over to see what she wanted to tell him. “Hey, im sorry, I thought that it-”

“Would be easier for me? Think again, you are just forcing yourself. I will never call you dad. You don't deserve that title. Not now, not ever fuckface” Yewn states with disgust in her tone. Lyle sighed, hanging his head low. Just when he thought where was progress, he took 5 steps back.

“He is my dad….and I just cant leave him….” Yewn cries out to neteyam. This was massive news to him. But he concludes that staying in the massive prison was messing with yewns mind. Making her think things that are not true.

If they weren't in such a situation, lyle would hug her and say sweet words in her ear. Finally yewn accepted him, but now there is a problem that lies between lyle and yewn. Just one bullet should be enough to take down that savage boy of Sully’s.

“YEWN!” he calls to her, his daughter turns to look at him, her eyes distraught, not knowing what to do.

“Please yewn, we are so close! Come on, he is not your dad! He is dead! I won't let you be surrendering to him or any evil sky demon!” Neteyam shouts loud enough for Lyle to hear. And it is ticking him off.

Neteyam guide yewn close to the edge, their hearts racing. To calm her as he leads her to the edge, he places his hand on her shoulder, urging her more to jump. Neteyam can finally save her!

Yewn was looking down at the sea, her ears ringing. Could she go? Could she leave lyle and-

BANG!

Aaaaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! Hope you all enjoyed this one! Until next time! See ya!

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anime-kia · 10 months

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Mother’s Day?

Lmao sorry, another Dadmonger story.

I couldn't come up with a unique Mother's Day special with the reader celebrating so I used this plot instead.

Mentions of infertility, otherwise, no warnings.

Enjoy!

Relationship: Single Father Erik x Dance Teacher Reader

Erik always loved when his daughter came to visit on the weekends. Despite having to deal with her irritating mother whom he should've left years ago, Aaliyah always brought joy to his usually busy and hectic life.

He was quite surprised when his arrogant, loud-mouthed baby mother was knocking on his door at seven in the morning, calling his name like Sabrina from Madea's Big Happy Family 2.

It didn't irritate him that she was at his door so early, seeing as he was already up since five, working out. But it was Mother's Day today and there was no reason for her to be disrupting his peace.

As soon as the door creaked open, the eight-year-old was already in his arms.

"Hi, daddy!" She gave him a tight hug, the patterned beads on the ends of her hair bounced off his cheek as they made contact.

"Hey, princess." He lifted Aaliyah and gave her a kiss on her cheek above the dimple that matched his. "Go on inside, I'll be there in a second." He said after setting her down.

When Aaliyah was inside, he stepped out and closed the door leaving a small crack.

"Brianna." He simply said with a distasteful look on his face.

"What? You looking like it ain't your turn to spend time with her."

His eyes narrowed, "It's Mother's Day though."

"And?" She shrugged her shoulders and copied his stare, "It's your weekend with her. I got shit to do."

Erik almost laughed, not at her but at himself. This is the bitch that I got pregnant?

"What's so funny?" She asked, resting her hand on her hip. Her nails caught his attention, ridiculously long, pointy and bright. Now that he took a better look at her, he could see and assume the exact reason why she had the nerve to pull something like this.

"Nothing, except you tryna go out and be the thot that you is instead of spending time with your daughter. You ain't send her to one of ya little family members cuz they would've clocked your ass for pulling this stunt." Erik ridiculed her, and every factual statement he said had her eyebrows furrowing and fists clenching harder.

"Fuck you, Erik!" She yelled, pointing her index finger to his face. "You the last person to be judging me."

"Nah, fuck you for being an ain't shit ass mother." With that, he went back inside and locked the door in her face. There was a thump against the door, followed by the sound of her flip flops going down the porch. He sighed and went to go look for Aaliyah.

Erik tried to keep arguing and fights to a minimal whenever Aaliyah was around. It was quite difficult considering her mother was an obnoxious loud mouth who had no class or shame.

Aaliyah knew they didn't get along, in fact even she didn't get along with her mom that well. Brianna was one of those people who shouldn't have kids, but still has them anyway. They didn't really share a mother-daughter bond at all, Aaliyah would get that from other women in her life. Brianna would rather spend time partying, drinking, hooking up, and other stuff that she should've put to rest after she became a mother.

The only reason he wasn't able to take full custody over his daughter was because the judge was quite biased against the infamous ex-Killmonger and there was no way a man like that could raise a child in love. Of course it did take a while for him to recover, thanks to his family in Wakanda, but he was one hundred percent a stable man. Also, he was way more capable to care for his daughter than Brianna ever could.

For one, Erik lived in luxury. He lived in a better house, drove a nicer car, ate tastier foods, and resided in a safer neighbourhood. In fact, he paid for all of Aaliyah's necessities even at Brianna's request. Her clothes, shoes, school supplies and extra curricular activities like dance and swimming.

Brianna on the other hand moved around a lot, couch-surfing, she didn't drive, McDonald's was often her first choice of meal, and she spent a lot more money on her appearance and other things that should come last versus taking care of her basic needs.

But in the court house, she used her mother's living as a cover up for her own. Decent house, fair neighbourhood, working, stable.

He recalls how furious he was when the judge denied him the rights to his child. He knew that Brianna only did this to spite him and also for her own personal financial benefit. Child support was expensive.

"Aaliy-" He walked into the living room to find her curled up in a throw blanket on the sectional sofa, fast asleep. Her overnight bag was resting on the floor. He let her sleep, seeing as it was still very early.

Usually, she would be dropped off on a Friday night and they would wake up around ten or eleven the following day. On Sundays, they would wake up even later around twelve.

Erik spent the rest of the morning in his gym, finishing off his workout that was interrupted. He liked to play music that was loud enough to vibrate the walls, but his baby girl was asleep so he opted to keep it relatively low.

An hour went by and Erik finished his workout. He took a hot steaming shower that fogged up the entire bathroom, then moisturized and got dressed into a white t-shirt, light grey Jordan sweater and black basketball shorts. It was a habit to wear his gold chain that was tucked behind the hoodie.

More time had passed and breakfast was served, eggs and pancakes. Aaliyah was up and ready, climbing onto the bar stool. He slid her plate towards her, along with the maple syrup bottle.

"That's that real maple syrup. Not the sugary shit ya mama feeds you." He watched as she examined the glass bottle. "But be careful not to drop it, aight?"

"Okay, daddy." She twisted the cap off and used her two small hands to drizzle the syrup onto her pancakes. She ended up drowning them and part of the scrambled eggs, but she liked it that way.

Weird. Erik thought. He took a seat beside her and poured the syrup onto his pancakes. "So what we got planned for today?"

Aaliyah's bright face toned down, and her chewing slowed. "Well..." He waited for her response as she swallowed. "Mama was supposed to come to ballet with me. My teacher said bring your mommies for the Mother's Day dance class!" Her fist rested under her chin, "But she isn't here."

He stared at his daughter, reminiscing on the feeling. Erik knew exactly what it was like to not have someone there with him. All the basketball tournaments, school events, and graduation ceremonies. It was no one except him and if he was lucky, maybe one of his foster parents would attend, but that was as rare as a blue moon.

"I uh... I'll take you." He hesitantly said.

"But you always take me, daddy." She didn't understand what he meant, seeing as her classes took place on the weekends so Erik always dropped her off anyway.

"Nah, Li. I mean I'll join the class with you. Only for today." He put his pride behind him today, only for his daughter though. As long as his friends and family didn't see this, everything would be alright.

She started cracking up at Erik's offer, throwing her head back in amusement. "But you're a boy, not a girl!"

"I'm a man, actually. And so what, you got the coolest dad. We gon' have more fun than the rest of 'em." He smiled at his daughter's enjoyment. The two finished their meals and got ready to head out.

On the ride there, Aaliyah couldn't stop sharing her excitement. She often spoke about her dance teacher and how much she loved her.

"She's so pretty, and so nice! And she dances so good! I wanna be like her when I grow up!"

Aaliyah would always talk about her teacher with Erik. The one time she tried to talk to Brianna about her, that resulted in Brianna cursing the teacher off and claiming that she was trying to steal her daughter away.

To say Brianna was an irrational, nonsensical, drama queen would be an understatement.

Erik's nerves spiked as they entered the building. Of course he could dance, but not to the point where he could be a professional. He was more of a man who had rhythm and could do little bits and pieces of hip hop. Though he was graceful, quiet and fast on his feet, ballet was most definitely not one of his specialties.

"This way, daddy!" Her pink tutu bounced as she pulled him towards a brown door, similar to a school classroom door. Outside, there were mothers and daughters all lined up. The little girls were all so giddy and excited, jumping up and down and yapping to their mothers.

He hadn't realized it, but Aaliyah was tugging very hard at his arm. Erik was forming a resistance as they got closer.

"Ungh!" Her little grunts finally were audible in his ears, "Come! On!" Her ballet slippers slid on the tile floor as she tried to tug him.

"Oh damn, my bad." He eased up and allowed her to bring them closer to the door. The mothers immediately took notice of him, some eyeing him longer than they should've. Some looks of confusion, some of lust. They were already talking, but he could sense when the conversations switched to be about him.

Aaliyah was already talking to a group of young girls, sharing their excitement about today. He could hear her boasting about him, even when they questioned where her mother was.

There was classical music playing on the inside for a while, and Erik was praying that it would continue non-stop. He checked his watch; 1:59.

And as soon as the clock struck 2:00, the music stopped.

Another minute passed and the door finally opened, a set of older girls about twelve to fifteen exited. The younger girls squealed in excitement, lining up beside their mothers and Aaliyah to her father. She squeezed his hand and bounced up and down.

"Aye, you bout to pull my shoulder out." He complained.

"Oops, sorry daddy!" Aaliyah apologized and relaxed a bit. Instead, she swayed their arms back and forth.

The line started to move into the room and he assumed that he missed when they were called in. Admitted, Erik was quite interested to see who his daughter bragged about all the time. Being the last to step in, he closed the door and finally turned around.

Erik was beyond surprised to see a young black woman teaching the class. Not that he was underestimating her abilities, but when he thought of a ballet teacher, he pictured an old, white, grumpy-looking lady. Also, black ballerinas were not represented as much, so this was quite the surprise. He assumed that the teacher loved Aaliyah so much because she was a grandmother, and grandparents love children, but he got the exact opposite instead. He was thrilled in fact, and Aaliyah was correct, she was beautiful. You were beautiful.

"Good afternoon everyone, my name is Miss (Y/n) and I'm happy that you're all here for this Mother's Day class." Your smile was so vibrant and bold, lighting up the entire room. Your eyes made contact with Erik's, a chill raced through your body. He was very handsome.

He was broad and had a lot of mass, which easily showed through his clothes. You were digging the dreads that laid to the left of his head.

However, you were not surprised at all that her mother wasn't here, but you were shocked when he showed up instead. You were expecting not to see Aaliyah at all, but nonetheless you didn't question it. It warmed your heart to see how much he cared because the lack on her maternal side was very apparent. Aaliyah viewed you as a motherly figure, you knew that. And it didn't bother you at all, she was a sweetheart.

"Alright, so we'll start off with warming up the muscles then we can start with pliés."

You did simple stretches and warming up with the class so no one would get injured. Jogging on the spot, high knees, jumping jacks, lunges, toe touches, the basics. You did take notice of how fit Erik was, and he was quite flexible too. Though he was wearing a sweater, you could clearly see how muscular his arms were. You couldn't help but stare. Only to be stopped as he caught you.

You looked away, and stood up from your lunge, "Alright, moms and dad, can we get you on this side of the room." You pointed to the left where the taller bar was, and the girls used the shorter one.

The barre routines you pulled together were relatively simple. Though this was a third-level RAD (Royal Academy of Dance) ballet class, you had to alter it so the inexperienced parents could have their fun too, without stumbling or getting frustrated because ballet can be irritating.

"So we're gonna start with our feet in first position and hold for two counts, one... two... Arms through port de bras to second position, three, four." You demonstrated as the participants followed. "Demi-plié and stretch, demi-plié and stretch, rise up, hold, hold and lower. Grand plié, bringing your arm through port de bras and stretch, turn to the other side." The kids were happy at the simplicity, but half of the parents already looked winded. You smiled, "Easy enough?"

There were some sarcastic agrees, which was understandable.

"Don't worry, I'll walk you through it." You smiled at the parents, hitting play on the stereo. You physically demonstrated the steps on the first side, but on the second side, you walked around the room correcting technique.

Erik felt stupid, but no one was judging him as far as he could tell.

You lifted Aaliyah's chin gently as she had a habit of staring down at her feet. "Eyes up. Turn out your feet, and make sure you're resting on all ten toes." You fixed the rest of the girls' arms, posture, and feet positions then switched to the adult bar.

Big yikes, was all you could think of as you watched half of the mothers attempt ballet. The other half were ex-dancers so they were able to do the exercise properly and Erik wasn't bad at all. No, he wasn't perfect, and you betted that if he trained when he was younger, there was no doubt he would be the next Mikhail Baryshnikov. You could tell that he has trained in some areas that required him to be agile and flexible.

"Very good, Mr. Stevens." You praised him. He felt himself smirk. It was nice to receive approval outside of the bedroom or work.

The only thing you fixed on him was his elbow because it was drooping, and also because why not get a close-up of his massive arms. You adjusted posture and arms on the rest of the ladies.

"Nice finish." You applauded as the song came to an end. "I see we have some natural talent in the room, how many parents are or were dancers?" About five raised their hand. You asked them what discipline did they study and when, if they performed and other dance-related things.

Just like the ballet language itself, it was all so foreign to him. He didn't even try to comprehend what you were discussing. The most he knew were pliés, so when you got to saying the other barre exercises, he was at a loss.

Battement tendus, battement glissés, rond de jambe, and that wasn't even a quarter of the ballet glossary.

Finally finished with barre work, the class was in the centre facing the mirror.

"Hold up, it's more?" Erik asked, with a heavy breath. All that leg kicking and pliéing had him tired. He grew a newfound respect for ballerinas and all dancers for that matter.

Everyone giggled.

"Of course, Mr. Stevens. I only did a third of the barre exercises though. We still have centre, corner and character to do." You smiled at him. You lied though, there was no way you'd have enough time to do the whole syllabus, and also it was a Mother's Day class, not a regular one.

The look on his face was hilarious, everyone's giggles escalated into laughter.

"You're already tired, daddy?!" Aaliyah asked in shock as if she didn't have sweat beads on her forehead.

"Hell y- I mean, yeah I'm tired." A while ago he was doing just fine, it only goes to show that he was actually putting in effort. His hard work opened you back up to the idea of hosting a Father's Day dance class.

The first two years you hosted the Father's Day dance, only three or four would show up. It was a shame considering how cute of a bonding experience it would've been for both parties. Erik was your solid proof. Only if they could put their pride down for just an hour.

"So for this next exercise, we're gonna be doing turns!"

"Yaaayy!" The girls all cheered, as turning was their favourite. It was nice to see because when you started out dancing, turning was not your specialty. You were better at jumps.

"Can I get a partner to demonstrate this exercise?"

To your surprise Erik's hand raised.

"Oh, Mr. Stevens? Looks like I'm taking your partner, Aaliyah." You joked.

"That's okay! He said he wanted to!" She had a mischievous smile on her face.

Erik's face heated up as the others made noises, he felt so childish. It reminded him of the time the class found out about his first crush back in middle school.

Either way, demonstrating with two adults worked better than with a small child.

"So, what you're going to do is place your hands on my hips." He did just that, his cologne was faint but smelled very fresh and masculine. "And just rotate me as I keep my feet in first and imitate walks like a penguin." You demonstrated as you spoke. "Can anyone tell me what these are?"

They all raised their hands excitedly, ready to share their knowledge.

"Ellie?"

"Chaine turns!" The little blonde exclaimed.

"Perfect! Now make sure you keep your arms tight so you don't hit your partner."

The grip he had on your hips was surprisingly a lot more gentle than you expected from such a large man. For someone with no experience, he was a great partner. The audience applauded and you gave them a quick curtsey.

"Now you can have your partner back, Aaliyah." You smiled at the girl who was staring in awe at her father and a woman she wished to be one day. "After the partners in front have turned four times, you may start, okay?" You hit play and a more upbeat song played through the speakers, catching the ballet uneducated off guard. "Alright, so we're gonna start in three, two, one."

You watched as they taped their feet, shimmying their shoulders a bit as they waited for their turns. Not many people knew, but ballet wasn't strict to only classical piano music, it came in all forms.

You singled for each group to start, "Eyes up! Keep spotting! Keep your heels together, ladies! Turnout!"

Though you did have to remind her to spot the wall and not her feet, Aaliyah was the most consistent out of the rest of her class. She had so much potential and you hoped that she would continue dancing in the future.

"Very good, everyone! Take a little water break and we'll get started on our second last routine of the day."

The class awed in disappointment that it was already over. This was actually a first, usually, they were excited to leave. But syllabus work was never as fun as leisure classes like these. You were slightly more strict when it came to teaching syllabus.

"Can you open this for me, daddy?" Aaliyah handed her white and pink water bottle over to her dad.

He twisted it enough to remove the pressure, "Ah, it's too hard. Here, you try again."

"But if you can't open it, then how will I?" She pouted.

"Show me your muscles."

She lifted her small arms and flexed.

"Ahh, there they are. Now put 'em to use, girl." He placed the bottle back into her hands. With her might, she easily twisted the lid off.

"I did it!" She celebrated.

"Aye, there you go princess." Erik smiled, pulling his daughter into a hug and planting kisses on her cheek.

The mothers watched in awe at the father and daughter. They would've loved for their husbands to be as affectionate and loving with their children, but they were either too busy or too "manly" to be like that. Erik however, did not care. He would love and be proud of his seed no matter what.

You too gushed at the interaction. It made you become hopeful- about the possibility of having kids.

"Alright everyone, time for some grand jetés!"

The clanking of water bottles being put down, and ballet slippers padding across the floor filled the room.

"Can someone tell me what a grand jeté is?" The girls raised their hands in excitement just like that last time. "Amelia?"

"It's when you run and you jump and do a big split!"

"Perfect answer!" You applauded the light skin girl with brown freckles. "Mr. Stevens, can I get you to help me demonstrate once again?"

"Yeah, of course." He stepped out of the line towards you.

"So the goal of this one is to get really high but also to get a nice big split. Parents, you're going to assist in the height factor and girls, your goal is to get your legs as wide as possible, alright?" You stood in front of him and placed his large hands on your hips. "I'm going to chassé, then take two steps and brush my leg out to do the split."

The first run was slow, making sure that he could keep up. For someone with no experience in ballet, he really surprised you. His coordination was excellent.

The second time around, you picked up the pace and on the jump, he got you very high off the ground, as if he's practiced this before. He gently set you down and for a brief moment, his chocolate eyes met with yours. You smiled at each other and turned to face the class.

"Give Mr. Stevens a round of applause! That was amazing!" He bowed in acknowledgment. After the claps became silent you said, "See how high we got? That's how high you want to get on your own one day." Obviously that was just encouragement, a person can only jump so high.

You played the music and just like the last time you signalled for each partners to start. The mothers who were previous dancers got their daughters at very good heights, you could tell they were giving them pointers as well.

"Eyes up! No développé, make sure you're brushing your leg! Turnout! Stretch that back leg! Point your toes!"

It was funny to see the mothers who had no dance experience trying to keep up with their daughters. Some of the girls got jealous as they watched Erik lift Aaliyah over his head. They were in a world of their own, laughing joyously as they made it to the opposite corner of the room.

"I want to go that high, mommy!"

"We're too low!"

"Higher!"

The mothers looked at their children with incredulous looks. That simply meant, no.

One of the girls, Maya tapped Aaliyah's shoulder. "Can your daddy lift me?" She asked, there was no shyness in her voice. That girl was very bold.

Aaliyah looked up at Erik while pulling on his hoodie. "Daddy?"

"Wassup, princess?"

"Maya wants to know if you can lift her too."

He was stunned at first, "I uh- Yeah, sure." He smiled at them both. "As long as Miss (Y/n) is okay with it."

"Miss (Y/n)! Miss (Y/n)!" The two girls called out. You were checking your notes for the next class routine.

"Yes, girls?" You asked, a little startled.

"My daddy offered to help us jump higher if that's okay with you!"

Quite the surprise, "Yeah, that's fine."

After Maya was lifted, the other girls screamed "Me too!"

He looked dumbfounded, it made you giggle.

"How about this, one jump from Mr. Stevens and then you have to try and jump higher than that, but remembering all the corrections we've been working on throughout the year. Deal?"

"Deal!" They all cheered. The mothers looked very interested as well.

You started the music up and the girls lined up beside Erik. They each took their turns, and you could see some improvement already. They were jumping higher, which resulted in better splits. The mothers recorded, proud of their daughters and still in awe of Erik.

If they saw him on the streets, they would've assumed that he was up to no good. This soft, child-loving and friendly side was shocking to not only them, but to himself as well.

They all finished, and Erik was sweating. You wanted to ask him to take his sweater off, but that might be flirting a little too hard.

"Good job, ladies! And that was awesome Mr. Stevens!" You gave them a round of applause, the mothers joining in as well. "For our final lesson, we'll be doing révérence. You can choreograph this piece with your moms- and dad, but it's going to be really short. Two counts of eight, three max. I'll give you five minutes to come up with your routine."

Each pair went off to their own section of the room to practice.

Erik had no idea where to start, he was usually really good with formulating a plan, but ballet? Yeah, right. Good thing his little sidekick was the expert. She already had something in mind.

"Okay so, first we're going to walk, one, two- Turnout your feet, daddy."

"I'm trying, Li." He grunted as he fixed his feet. This ballet shit was a lot harder than I imagined.

"Then you bring your arms up to first and then to second, like this." She demonstrated for him and he followed suit. She looked at his arm position, droopy elbows, and corrected them. "Like that. Don't drop your arms, okay?"

"Yes, princess." He complied. Already, he could tell she was going to be a great leader.

"Then I'm gonna lift my arms up and you pick me up and we do a turn, then you put me down and we curtsy with our arms in demi-seconde."

"Demi-what?"

"Seconde, like this!" She showed him the arm position.

"Aight, lets run this again cuz I already forgot."

Aaliyah placed her hands on her hips, "Really, daddy?"

"Yeah, come on."

The two practiced their routine as did the others until you finally called time.

"So, who wants to go first?"

Of course Aaliyah's hand shot up, but you wanted to give someone else a go. Besides, you had to save the best for last.

The moms who weren't dancers went first, they were... Well, you've seen worse let's just say that. Then the ex-dancers went, very graceful and lovely routines. It made you wonder who was the choreographer because they were doing some things that you hadn't taught the class. Lastly, it was Erik and Aaliyah's turn.

The first part of their routine was very simple, but very cute. After he spun her and set her down to do their curtsy, he took her hand and placed a small kiss on the back and she did the same. It was so adorable, the mothers awed along with you.

"Excellent work, everyone!" Erik hadn't realized how much fun he was actually having until you announced that class was finally over. "I hope you all have an amazing rest of your Mother's Day and I'll see you next weekend."

Time does fly by when you're having fun.

"Goodbye, Miss (Y/n)!" They all said and exited the room, all except Erik and Aaliyah.

After class, Aaliyah would spend time talking with you about anything. She would tell you about her family life, school and anything that was holding her interest at the moment. It was habitual, and it made Erik more curious about you.

Erik watched as the eight-year-old ran into your arms.

"Hey Aaliyah, did you have fun today?" You asked holding onto her, similar to a mother.

"Yeah, so much fun! I told you my daddy was very strong!"

You laughed, "I didn't doubt it for a second." You stood up and looked at him.

"So y'all be talking about me while I'm not here?" He chuckled, arms folded over his chest.

"Only good stuff." You assured him with a grin. "I wasn't expecting you to be so graceful though."

Erik shrugged, "I am a big nigga."

You raised an eyebrow.

"She's heard everything already, but she knows not to say it. Right, Li?"

"Yes, sir!" She gave him her biggest toothy grin.

"Aye." He pulled five dollars out of his pocket and handed it to her, "How about you go get something from the vending machine, princess."

"Okay!" She accepted the cash and skipped out of the room.

Now all that remained was you and Erik. It wasn't necessarily tense in the atmosphere, but you felt shy for some odd reason. His stare was enough to make you want to hide your face and blush. Sure handsome men have been around you, but something about Erik was more intense.

"So, you met her mom, right?" He suddenly asked.

"Yeah." You wanted to laugh thinking of that ridiculous woman, "She was ready to take me to court after caring about her daughter. She said I was trying to take her away or whatever, but I can't help it if Aaliyah likes me. Besides I love kids."

"Yeah, sorry about that. The girl is crazy."

You nodded quickly, agreeing with him.

"Do you got any kids? I mean you look pretty young, but..."

Your heart sunk, "Well... I haven't um... Been able to conceive so no. That's kind of why I spend a lot of time with kids, to make up for the loss."

"Shit, I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

"No, no, no. It's fine, really. I've only tried it a few times with one person, and after the multiple failures I was too scared to try again so we gave up on each other."

"Damn, I really didn't mean to bring that up."

"No, it's alright. Really." You sighed, "For now, I'm more focused on helping these kids get better and enjoy ballet cuz it can be a lot of fun."

You could still see he was slightly upset by your news, so you decided to change the topic.

"So Mr. Stevens-"

"Erik."

"Yes, Erik." You smiled, "I'm curious to know about your natural talent. Did you dance when you were younger?"

"Nah. I always knew how to dance, but not this ballet shit. I was in the Navy and I did a bunch of training that made me work on stealth. I guess it counted for more than military stuff."

"Ohhh, okay that makes sense."

It was silent for a moment, until both of you tried to speak at the same time.

"You first." He insisted.

"Well I was hoping that I'll see you next month for the Father's Day dance class. I stopped doing them cuz the dads wouldn't show up, but I mean a big, strong guy like you decided to come to the Mother's Day class, so I thought, why not? I would love to have you again, it was really fun."

"I did this for Aaliyah, let's make that clear." He stated, attempting to come off as if he didn't enjoy the class.

"Yeah, yeah." You rolled your eyes, "Ballet isn't only for women. I'm sure you would've been the next Carlos Acosta if you started out when you were younger."

"Who?" Erik raised his eyebrow.

"He's a ballet dancer. But anyways, you should come. We can do more lifts and tricks, it'll be fun."

"We?" He gave you a suggestive look. That only made you blush and turn your head.

"Anyways! So will you be joining us again?"

He scratched his beard, "On one condition."

"Which is?"

He knew you were quite interested after he caught you staring more than once during the class. "Let me take you out on a date and we'll see what happens from there."

You were taken aback, "A d-date?"

"Yeah, I wanna get to know you more and see why my daughter likes you so much."

Your heart was beating so loudly, you were convinced that Erik could hear it. "I uh- y-yeah, sure. Why not?"

"Great." He smiled, showing off his gold fangs that you just took notice of.

Aaliyah came back with two packs of skittles, a pack of starbursts and Doritos. She watched you both exchange numbers. "I'm back!"

"Ready to go, Li?" He turned to his daughter after you finished giving him your number.

"Yep! Bye Miss (Y/n)!"

"Goodbye, sweetheart. See you next weekend. Bye Erik, see you soon."

He winked at you as he walked out, "Bye, Miss (Y/n)." The door finally locked, and the butterflies that were flying rampant in your stomach had finally settled down.

"What was she writing in your phone?" Aaliyah asked Erik while eating a handful of Skittles.

"None of your business, girl." He replied, taking the bag of starbursts out of her hand.

"Aww, you never tell me anything!" She huffed.

"That ain't true." He disagreed, popping two pink starbursts into his mouth.

"Yeah!"

"No."

"Yeah, it is!"

"No, it ain't."

The two bickered back and forth until they were in his Range Rover.

"You like her, don't you?" Aaliyah teased.

"Uhhh." He wasn't sure if he could answer that truthfully or just start another debate with his daughter again.

"It's okay daddy, I like her too." She said, buckling up as he started the engine.

He grinned at her through his rearview mirror, "Yeah, she's cool."

"Can we get ice cream?"

"You got ice cream money?"

"Daaadddy?!" She whined.

"I'm just playing, let's go." He laughed, pulling out of the parking lot and heading towards the ice cream parlour.

Happy Mother's Day! - I know this wasn't that much about Mother's Day, but I didn't want to write your typical Mother's Day one-shot. I wanted to make it unique.

I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter. If you haven't guessed it, I am in fact a dancer.

I do ballet, acro and jazz (I've done other dances, but this is what I've been doing this year). I didn't want to get too technical with the ballet glossary terms because it would come off as gibberish, unless you are a ballet dancer as well.

If you dance, let me know. What style? If you do ballet, are you with RAD? I am.

Thank you for reading!

(Start/Finish: May 10, 2019 - May 11, 2019)

2023 Note: Forgot to upload this on Mother’s Day, so here it is on Father’s Day instead :P

#killmonger fic #killmonger x reader #black reader

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Suicide Squad quotes based on the Blood Beetle and Ikati Bleak au

Marc: Huh? What was that? I should kill everyone and escape?… Sorry. The voices. *chuckles* I'm kidding! Jeez! That's not what they really said.

—

Mme. Bustier: Before he ran off and joined the circus, he was Le Chein Kim. A promising athlete at Francoise DuPont. He was tutored by the demon cat himself.

Max: Kim, you know, I live for these moments with you. What do you got for me?

Kim: I raised my algebra grade up to a B. All thanks to you.

Max: *Smirks* How nice.

Mme. Bustier: He thought he was getting help, but he was falling in love.

Max: You know… There’s something I’d like for you to do for me, Kim.

Kim: Anything. I mean, yeah.

Max: I need a machine gun

Kim: … A machine gun?

Mme. Bustier: Talk about a teenage romance gone wrong.

—

Marinette: *To Rose* Love your perfume. What is that? The stench of death?

—

*Lacey smashes a window open with their bat*

Mme. Mendeleiev: Seriously? The hell's wrong with you people?!

Lacey: *takes a purse* We're bad guys. It's what we do.

—

Blood Beetle: You disobey us, you die.

*Ivan snarls*

Blood Beetle: You try to run, you die. You otherwise irritate or vex me... and guess what? You die.

Sabrina: I'm known to be quite vexing. I'm just forewarning you.

Blood Beetle: Lady, shut up!

—

Mme. Bustier: And that was just the beginning.

*Emperor and Prince Pain drive crazily through Paris when police start to follow*

Prince Pain: Come on, baby. Do it! *Emperor presses down further on the gas pedal*

Emperor: *Notices the police in the side mirrors* Oh. We have got company.

Mme. Bustier: He’s crazier than him. And more fearless.

*An officer shoots at the car*

Prince Pain: Stupid cops, you're ruining date night! *He throws his fan at the wheels, making them pop and causing the car to swerve off of the road*

—

Ivan: You might wanna work on your team motivation thing. You heard of Phil Jackson?

M. Monlataing: Yeah.

Ivan: He's like the gold standard, okay? Triangle, bitch. Study.

—

M. Monlataing: Stay back. If he moves, fire him up, all right? *Opens the door to Marc’s personal cell/dorm, where he’s hanging upside down from the bars* You gonna come down from there, or what?

*Marc giggles and swings down to the floor*

M. Monlataing: You know the rules, Marc. You gotta keep off of these bars.

Marc: What, these bars?

M. Monlataing: Yes, those bars.

*Marc chews on one of the bars*

M. Monlataing: Oh, my God. You are really in bad shape upstairs, kid.

Marc: Gonna come in here and tell me that? Or are you too scared, teacher? Come on, I'm bored. Gonna send me someone to play with.

M. Monlataing: You put five teachers and guards in the hospital, kid. You’re not playing with anyone. You sleep on the floor, in your bed.

Marc: … Nah.

—

Simon: Hey, everyone can see all this trippy magic stuff, right?

Reshma: Yeah. Why?

Jean: I'm off my meds

—

Juleka: People like us, we don't get normal!

Nino: Why is it always a knife fight every single time you open your mouth? You know, outside you're amazing. But inside, you're ugly.

Juleka: We all are. We all are! Except for him. *looks at Ivan* He's ugly on the outside, too.

Ivan: Not me. I'm beautiful.

Myléne: Yeah, you are.

—

Aurore: You hate mankind much? Let me guess. Mommy didn't take you to Chuck E. Cheese on your sixth birthday. I can recommend a good therapist.

Ismael: Why?

Aurore: Because I'm bored! I need a victim, a mind to pry apart and spit in.

Ismael: *Pats Jean on the shoulder* Just leave it, mate. She's a rabbit hole. Don't fall in.

—

Ivan: All right. Now you know what you're buying. Let me tell you the price. First, I want out of here. Second, I want full custody of my sister. All right? And mom and dad can have, like, supervised visits. But mom’s jackass brother can't come. Pavlo can't come.

Mme. Bustier: Pavlo’s out.

Ivan: He's out. Third, you’re gonna pay for my sister’s whole education. Best schools. And then I want her to go to college. Like Harvard. Or Yale.

Mme. Bustier: So Ivy League.

Ivan: Ivy League, yeah. One them big joints, you know?

Mme. Bustier: Mmm-hmm.

Ivan: And, uh, if she can't cut it and her grades start slipping, I need you to white-people that thing.

Mme. Bustier: Mmm-hmm.

Ivan: You know how we do.

Mme. Bustier: Oh, yeah.

—

Marinette: Anybody who touches me is dead. Anybody who to... *Gets injected* AAAAHH! Lady! Hey! Nurse, or whatever you are!

Technician: Injection successful.

Marimettte: Hey. Miss? What was that?

Technician 2: Location verified. Next!

Marinette: Oh, you fucker!

—

Mme. Mendeleiev: Any other requests?

Cosette: Oh! An espresso machine.

Jean: B-E-T!

—

Simon: *To the teachers* One day, somehow, some way, I'm gonna get out of here. And I'm gonna rain down on all of you like the Holy Ghost.

—

Emperor: Would you die for me?

Marc: Yes.

Emperor: That's too easy. Would you live for me?

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #mlb au #suicide squad #shadybug and claw noir #scarlet beetle & ikati black #incorrect quotes #mlb incorrect quotes

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OC Kiss Week Day 7: Dare

WIP: Partners Pairing: Ben x Reagan Timeline: about 1957 I think, so between PI and PII, closer to PII. it's the direct aftermath of a Within Ten Years piece I've yet to write CW: none Rating: T Words: 1,458

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Ben was surprised to hear Reagan up and puttering around in the kitchen as soon as he did. He glanced at the clock on the console table in the hallway as he passed and confirmed that it was, indeed, bordering on eight in the morning.

He stepped into the archway of the kitchen in the middle of an intense stretch, his arms above his head and hands knocking painfully into the top of the frame.

"Fuck," he grunted, wringing his fingers.

Reagan poked his head out from behind the refrigerator door and lifted his eyebrows at him. "You're up early."

Ben took a precursory glance at the stove and the counters, upon which laid a delightful spread of the early stages of breakfast. Two pans on the burners, ingredients for blintzes, packages of lox and cream cheese, as well as the carton of a dozen eggs Reagan had been digging in the fridge for a moment ago.

"I'm up early? Faye and Abby aren't even up yet, boy." Ben stood in the center of the kitchen, frowning at the pat of butter melting in one of the pans. "Have you opened my house for business or what?"

Reagan closed the fridge and tossed a brand new butcher's parcel on the counter along the rest of the breakfast items. "Sorry. Been craving a bacon sandwich real bad."

"Is this all for you?"

Reagan's brow pinched as he tossed the butter in the pan. "When have I ever done anything just for me?"

"Oh, I dunno, maybe all those times you went to bed with women who weren't your wife?"

Ben expected Reagan to take that less than well considering the circumstances of him staying the night at the Murray house. In all honesty, Ben felt a strong pang of regret the instant the comment left his mouth, but before he could self-flagellate, Reagan broke into a wide grin and picked out two eggs.

"You're right," he said sincerely. "Won't have to worry about that for much longer, will I?"

Sighing, Ben lowered himself into a chair at the table and rubbed his hands over his face. "You didn't really explain what happened."

"I didn't even get into the house." Reagan left the eggs to fry in the pan and crossed the kitchen to pour them both mugs of coffee. "I checked the mail and the thing was there. Then I came straight here."

"And you're sure they're divorce papers?"

Reagan scoffed. "I read them. Petition, summons, the whole shebang."

"Son of a bitch," Ben muttered. He slumped in his chair. "What's she asking for?"

Reagan set a mug in front of Ben. "Surprisingly, not a whole lot. Just enough money to buy a house with Frederick, I'm assuming, and—"

"Wait a fucking minute," Ben interrupted sharply, lifting his head from the hand propped up on the table. "Frederick? Is she..." He clutched his mug almost too tightly. "Is that what this is about?"

There was a moment when Ben thought he'd actually gone too far. Reagan leveled him with an out-of-character dark stare that reached into his chest with a needle and pierced his heart as if it were a water balloon. Then Reagan turned to put the percolator back on the counter as if nothing happened.

"She'd been reconnecting with him since we moved to L.A.," he said, portioning the bacon onto the pan with the eggs. "Small world, isn't it? Finding a childhood friend from Iowa living not too far from us all the way over here in California."

"What about Charlotte and Brady?"

Reagan bustled about, clearly distracting himself with the creation of the blintzes. "She's petitioning for full custody."

Ben gritted his teeth, digging his fingernails into the flesh of his cheek. "Meaning you'll only be able to see your kids on holidays and the odd weekend."

"She'll have the more stable household. She's got Frederick now, she'll have money for a new house...she's being very smart about this. No judge worth his salt will let me have shared custody."

Gulping down an angry mouthful of coffee, Ben shook his head. "You're a fucking celebrity, Reagan."

"A celebrity who's known around the world, quite publicly and to his own wife throughout the thirteen years they'd been married, as a man who could not for the life of him keep his dick in his fucking pants, Ben."

"You think she'll use that against you?"

"Why wouldn't she?" Reagan shot a cynical grin at Ben over his shoulder. "Why the hell wouldn't she? Wouldn't you? Wouldn't anyone in their right mind use that against me or anyone else?"

Ben felt a weight crushing his chest, around the same spot where Reagan had popped his heart. "You..." He suppressed a growl of frustration, instead squeezing his eyes shut and taking a calming breath. "Yeah. Under normal circumstances, yeah, you're well in the wrong. But the first time it happened, you told her right away, and she made it clear that—Reagan, she made the fucking deal that you wouldn't sleep around when you were at home, and as far as she knows, as far as I know, you've kept to your end of the goddamn deal!"

"I was out of my mind, Ben," Reagan said firmly. His shoulders tensed as he mixed ingredients together in a large bowl. "I was off the fucking hinges to think that was acceptable."

"So you would've just...did it in secret, then."

Reagan was silent for as long as it took to toss another pat of butter onto the second pan. "There's just no hope that I could've behaved myself, is there?"

Though the question lanced Ben's heart yet again, he could not lie. "I love you more than practically anything else on this Earth," he said softly into his coffee. "Almost but not quite more than I love my own child. She's only two, though, so give it time."

Reagan snorted.

"Despite how much I love you, I can't sit here and tell you that this was never gonna happen. People just...don't understand what you're going through, and they're always gonna assume you're just a selfish prick who wanted to have his cake and eat it too. Carolyn probably didn't get it. Or, she got it until she realized there are other options than sitting at home while her famous husband fucked fans around the world. Either way..." He cringed. "Actions have consequences."

"Yeah." Reagan plated his eggs and seemed to realize only then that he planned everything out quite poorly, breakfast-wise. "...I gotta let the blintz mix sit."

"Get your bacon cooking and I'll deal with the rest," Ben said, standing to join Reagan at the stove.

"It's not...too bad," Reagan said half to himself as he flipped the bacon. "I'll be able to see my kids when I can, and I've got you...and by extension, Faye and Abby. I'll still have Adrian, my career, my house...my car..."

Ben shrugged, beginning to spread cream cheese on a bagel. "You'll always have me. You'll always have me. You'll have me and my family, my mother and the Jersey family, you've got your family in Ireland...you're not alone. I have complex feelings about your situation with Carolyn, but that's not news to you, and you know I'm in your corner regardless."

Reagan hooked an arm around Ben's waist. "Look at me."

Ben did so, unsurprised to receive a firm kiss in response. They smiled at each other, and Ben caught sight over Reagan's shoulder of Faye entering the kitchen at that exact second.

"Here we go," she said resignedly at the display, grabbing a cup from the cupboard.

Reagan laughed. "Heard you coming."

"I'm sure you did." Faye gestured to the foodstuffs. "Need help?"

"Not at all," Reagan cut in before Ben could say anything. "We've got it from here. Take care of the baby and we'll be fine."

Faye made an impressed face at Ben and took her coffee out of the kitchen.

Ben, on the other hand, watched Reagan's face closely. He didn't miss the flex of his jaw muscle or the uncomfortable shift of his eyes over his bacon, and Ben's stomach sank quickly and heavily into his feet.

He reached over to snatch Reagan's chin in his hand and forced him to look him in the eye.

"Stop," he demanded. "Stop overthinking."

He knew he hit the nail on the head when Reagan pinched his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes dropping to Ben's for a gut-fluttering moment. "Funny comin' from the Olympic gold medalist in overthinking."

Ben slapped him, earning another loud bark of laughter. They continued to cook breakfast, eating with Faye and Abby and forgetting, for just a little while, what lay ahead for Reagan.

#ockiss24 #Partners #PII

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Payment (Dean x F!Reader)

DESCRIPTION: After you get saved from a demon by Dean. You decide to repay him

A/N - In celebration of Deans birthday yesterday (I know I’m late but pretend I’m organised)

A/N - This was part of my ‘You Saved Me’ story I had however I didn’t like it as part of the story line so I’ve made it its own one shot story

WORD COUNT: 2921

One Shots / ‘You Saved Me’

WARNINGS: spiking, kidnapping, swearing, violecne, knives, guns, cleaning wounds, smut, dom Dean, sub reader, protected sex

DISCLAIMERS

- For context of what season/year these take place in go to the master list as I’ll put it on there

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

TWO YEARS LATER

You’d just dropped Anna off at her pre-school. You’d been allowed full custody of her now, with a few requirements. Meeting the social worker once every two weeks. Seeing a therapist every week. All minor requirements so that you can look after your daughter. Another parent comes up to you as you open your car. She smiles at you as you get to your car. “Hey there. You’re new around here right?”

“Yeah. I mean no. We moved in a few years ago but this is the first week that Anna is starting pre-school” she nods

“It’s a bit scary when they first start right?” you nod and chuckle slightly “Mine have been here for a few years now. I’ve got three. It always seems that one leaves and another one joins” you nod and smile at her “do you want to come back to mine? It’s nice to have some friends that have kids about the same age” you look at her. Gently nodding “Cool. I’m about a five minute walk away so we can head there now” you nod. Locking your car back up before following her to her house.

Heading into her home. She places her house keys down in a small bowl on her windowsill. “Coffee? Tea?”

“Coffee please” she heads into the kitchen as you follow her “You have a beautiful home”

“Thanks. My husband got it for me. Sorry, ex-husband” putting on the kettle “He bought it for me when we got a divorce. He said he wanted a nice home for the kids he just didn’t want to live with me anymore. And he’s filthy rich so I wasn’t going to turn down this place” you chuckle and nod “How about you? You got a husband or anything?”

“No. I’ve had on and off relationships with people. But none of them wanted to be a parent so they all left me. So it’s just me and Anna. It’s a shame though because I’ve always wanted another kid. Kind of hard to do when it’s just me”

“You could just lure a man into your bed for a night, get knocked up then boom you have a new baby” you nod and chuckle as she pours you both a drink. Handing you the mug

“I wouldn’t like to do that and not tell them. Seems unfair” she nods and sits at the dining room table. You follow her. Sitting next to her at the head of the table. You both engage in small talk as you both drink your drinks. “Where is your bathroom?” you ask after you finish your coffee. She points

“Second door” you nod and stand up. Then feeling the world start to turn black. You sit back down again, thinking you stood up to quickly. But nothing works. You look at her as she smiles, almost menacingly.

“Wh-what did you d-do...?” you speech becoming slurred

“Just added a little something to your drink”

“You son of a bitch” she smiles. Watching as her eyes turn black as you pass out

You come to. A horrific headache. You go to move your hands but can’t against the restraints around them. Them above your head tied to some sort of beam. Feeling something in your mouth. A tie by the feel of it. Your eyes struggle to focus. You think you’re in a kitchen. Not the kitchen you were in when you passed out in though. This was a more old fashioned kitchen. With wooden beams adorning the room. That’s what you must be attached to. You hear a noise. A door opening. Then footsteps. The woman from the school appears. She smiles at you “I’m so sorry about this” she pulls down the gag “I’m not normally like that”

“A psycho?” she slaps you, causing you to laugh slightly.

“I am not a psycho. I’m doing this for a greater power”

“What greater power would this be then, hmm?”

“None of your business” she pulls out a knife “This may pinch a bit”

“You don’t have to do this”

“Yes I do” she pulls the gag back up into your mouth. She cuts open your shirt. Gently pushing the knife into your skin as she carves some sort of symbol into it. You shut your eyes, breathing through the pain of the metal. You feel her stop. Opening your eyes again you see her gently cutting her own hand. Dipping her fingers into the blood she draws on your forehead. Chanting words. You try and move away. A wall behind you making it difficult to. You see the knife begin to glow as she finishes talking. She smiles, picking the blade up. “Just know that your death will bring so much life to our children of the future” you shake your head, trying to pull the restraints. Then a knock at the door. She looks at you, then at the front door. She walks out the kitchen, shutting the door behind her. You hear talking. What sounds like a males voice talking to her. You look around. Trying to figure a way out of this. You hear a scream then a gun shot. You freeze. Looking at the door. Dreading what might be on the other side. It opens slowly. You try and move. Away from the restraints and the person walking into the room.

A man walks in. Dean. You could cry tears of joy just from the sight. He points his gun around the room. Seeing you. He checks there’s no assailants before putting his gun in the back of his jeans. Walking over to you he pulls down your gag “Are you ok?”

“I’ve had better days” he pulls out a knife. Cutting the rope “Turns out being tied up and sliced open hurts” he chuckle slightly, helping you with the rope around your wrist. He takes his leather jacket off, placing it around your body as a way to help cover yourself up. You wrap it around yourself, wiping the blood from your forehead and wincing slightly at the pain in your chest. He helps hold you up as you start to sway slightly on your feet.

“What’s the time?”

“About midday” you nod. Rubbing your eyes before brushing his hands off of you and walking past him. Opening the front door and going outside. Yep, your fear happened. No idea where you were. This was not the house she originally brought you too.

“I need a phone” you hold your hand out. Dean hands you his phone. You dial in a number. Jenny picking up

“Hello who is this?”

“Jenny! Hey it’s Rose”

“Rose? What are you doing?”

“I umm...” you look at the house you just came from “I ran into a bit of trouble. I got mugged. I’m ok. I’m just a bit shaken up and not really feeling in the right mind set to leave the house yet. Is there any chance you could pick up her up, please?”

“Oh my goodness Rose! Are you sure you’re ok?”

“I’m fine. Just a bit shaken up really. I’ll be ok I just don’t want her to see me in this state”

“Oh Rose I’m sorry to hear that. Do you want me to come round?”

“No. I’m ok thanks. I just need to be on my own for a bit. Going to have a bath and relax myself. But if you could pick her up from school that would be an absolute life saver”

“I’ll pick her up for you. Just ring me when you are back at home and I’ll come and drop her off for you”

“Thank you. I owe you one” you hang up. Passing the phone back to Dean. “I know you just saved my life and everything but any chance you could also give me a lift back home?”

“Sure” he smiles at you “Get in”. You get into the seat beside him as he starts driving

“She was a witch right? Or demon? Her eyes where black so I’m assuming a demon”

“I think a witch who was possessed by a demon. Using the demon to enhance her powers but feeding its appetite for blood with human sacrifices”

“Great” you look out the window “How did you find me?”

“I saw that a few woman had been going missing around the area. Bodies found with strange carvings in their chests. Figured it was something that was more supernaturally inclined. Found out who the witch was and where she lived and now here I am” you nod. Driving the rest of the way in silence, music playing softly in the background. You come up to your house. Pulling up out the front

“Thanks. Seriously. You saved me back there”

“It’s what I do” you gently pat his shoulder “Let me come up with you and tend to your wounds”

“Oh no I couldn-”

“I insist” he turns off the engine. Getting out the car and waiting for you to go up and open the front door. “Go wait in the kitchen” you nod. Going into the kitchen you grab out a beer. Opening the top you down the whole thing. Hoping it’ll help numb the pain of the wound of your chest. He comes back in. Bandages and sanitising stuff in hand. You steady yourself on the counter. Feeling him come up behind you and gently turn you around. You have your eyes shut. Trying to blank out the pain. The adrenaline leaving your body, leaving you with only sheer agony in your chest. He gently lifts you up onto the counter. Feeling him push apart his jacket and your shirt. “This is going to hurt” you nod. Opening your eyes slightly as you watch him clean up the wounds. Gripping onto the edge of the counter as he tends to your injuries.

“Drink. Please” you motion at the fridge. He reaches across. Grabbing out a beer for you. You take it, opening the top and drinking it. He finishes cleaning you up.

“I need to remove your shirt and stuff” you nod. Taking off his jacket and shirt. You pull the straps of your bra down from your shoulders. Leaving your bra still on but removing your arms from the straps. You lift your arms up as he places a medical pad onto the chest. Wrapping the bandage around you tightly. You shut your eyes from the pain. Feeling him trying to be so gentle with you. “Done” you hear him say. You put your arms down and open your eyes. Him tucking in the end of the bandage into the rest of it. Standing between your legs. You let out a sigh. Leaning forward and resting your head against his shoulder. You feel his arms go around you. Gently stroking the small of your back. You move away. His arms still around you as you look at him. Leaning forward you kiss him. A soft kiss against his lips. You feel his hands go to your hips. You take a hold of the waist band of his jeans. Pulling him forward. He pulls away slightly, avoiding eye contact with you “We shouldn’t”

“Why not? Shift you don’t have a girlfriend do you?” you cover your mouth slightly, embarrassed about what he might say next. He lets out a soft chuckle

“No. It’s not that. You’re hurt and I don’t know if this is the best thing for an injury”

“I’m fine” you put a hand up to his cheek, his eyes meeting yours “please? I just want to forget” his eyes move to your lips before he leans forward again. This kiss being more heated. You feel his hands go and stroke the sides of your thighs. He moves away. Removing his top half. He moves back towards you, smiling as you rake your fingers over his chest and stomach. He kisses you again as you undo his belt. You feel his hand go to the back of your head, pulling you into him as you undo his jeans. His other hand removing himself from them, hearing them drop to the floor. You undo the button of your jeans. His hands going to the top of them and pulling them down with your underwear. His thumb going and finding your clit easily. Pushing onto it, causing you to moan into his mouth. He smiles into the kiss. “N-need to feel you... Now... Pl-please Dean” he raises an eyebrow slightly

“You sure?” you nod. Pushing your hands through his hair as he pulls you forward. You hear him undo a condom packet as you play with the hair on the back of his neck. He spits into his hand, feeling him rub his saliva onto your cunt before he grab your hips, pulling you forward on the counter. Causing you to let out a small giggle as you kiss him. One hand staying on the back of his head. The other moving to his cheek, feeling his slight stubble hitting the palm of your hand. Then you feel him push into you. You whine into his mouth. The sudden stretch causing you to wiggle your hips in discomfort. He pushes your legs apart, allowing him to go deep inside of you. You whine, scrunching your eyes as you kiss him. Feeling him start to move in and out of you. The discomfort soon turning into pleasure. Your whines turning into soft moans. You tilt your head back. Moaning out as he picks up the pace. Moving both your hands to his shoulders. Gripping them for dear life as he fucks into you. Then he hits it. That sweet spot inside of you. Casing your toes to curl.

“Holy shit!” you shut your eyes “please don’t stop. Please” you open your eyes again, his green orbs meeting yours. Blown out with lust as he continues his movements. You feel one of his hands move from your thigh to your pussy. Rubbing circles onto your clit. You thrust your hips in movement with his fingers. Feeling your orgasm start to build. You move your hand to his bicep. The other going to the back of his head. Gripping his hair as your nails dig into the flesh of his arm. Shutting your eyes. Feeling him kiss your neck as you put your head back. Soft grunts leaving his lips, tickling your throat. You pull him by his hair, planting your lips back onto his. Grinding your hips in a steady rhythm with his as you get closer and closer “Dean... G-gonna cum... Please?” he smiles, eyes meeting yours as he fucks into you harder and faster. Holding onto your hips as he fucks mercilessly into you

“You going to cum?” you nod, getting closer “you look so pretty. Fucked out from my cock” you whine at his words. Them adding to the pool between your legs. “Cum beautiful” he kisses you, pulling away as he watches your orgasm hit you. Nails digging into him. So hard you’re worried you might cut through the skin. You shut your eyes tightly, stars filling your vision as it hits you. Your legs shaking in his hands as he continues fucking into you, chasing his own high. You whine, hands holding both his biceps as he continues to work in you. Gently kissing your neck as you let out small moans and whines into his ear. “Fuck” he grunts out. Pushing into you. Moaning out as he chums. You feel him rest his hands on the counter top either side of you. His head resting gently on your shoulder. You able to put your legs around him. Hurting slightly from being pushed apart for so long. You kiss his shoulder as he rests against you. Keeping his weight up with his hands and you gently stroke his hair. Shutting your eyes you both bathe in the sex filled air. You both could’ve easily sat there all day you reckon. Sitting in the comfortable silence with each other. But then you hear his phone go off. You both sit still as it rings.

“Do you need to get that?” you whisper. He moves, grabbing his phone from his jacket. You wrap your arms round his neck, once again playing with his hair as he checks the caller. Flipping it open and putting it up to his ear.

“Hello... yep... about six hours away... ok... yes sir” he hangs up. Putting the phone down on the side. “I have to go. It’s a work thing” you nod, removing your arms from around his neck. He pulls out of you, holding his hand out as he helps you off the counter. You both sort yourselves out. Making yourselves decent.

“I’ll see you around?” you ask as you walk to the door. He nods

“Defiantly” he leans forward, taking your face between his hands and kissing you again.

“You don’t have to leave you know? You could stay here with me and Anna” he looks around your hallway. Half smiling to himself.

“I know. But we both know I can’t” he drops his hands

“Well. Good luck on saving the world” you smile at him “I hope to see you again. Hopefully in less bloody circumstances” he chuckles slightly and nods. You watch as he gets to his car. Driving away you sigh. Going to your home phone and dialling in a number “Hey Jenny. I’ve just arrived at home. Could you drop Anna off please?”

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yagirlpurplefox12 · 2 years

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Imagine: Being Best Friends w/Lloyd Hansen

Male Reader Insert

Lloyd Hansen x Male Reader

Thin line between platonic and romance

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You know he hates your guts but you’re glad on why every time you walk in the room he gives you a chilling glare. It’s because he loves you. This psychotic, narcissistic, “straight”, white male killer loves you. You’ve known each other for years—way before he joined the CIA. You went to high school together and eventually college. After, though, you both went your separate ways to only end back with each other. He had many flings while you settled down and had three kids (now 16, 13, 7). When your second child was born you reunited unexpectedly with Lloyd in Paris while you were on a business trip and sadly a year after your last child was born, you’re wife got into intense drugs. After years of trying but failing to get her clean, you filed for a divorce and got full custody of your children.

“Hey sunshine, need me to powpow Jerold?”

“Keep your bloody hands away from my babies,” you growl, already annoyed by your son and now you have to deal with Lloyd’s stupid mouth.

“What? They’re clean,” he laughs with a smirk.

“You know what I mean asshole!”

He chuckles and get’s up from his seat, limping as he makes his way. “What happened out there? Got shot in the ass?”

“Bingo.”

“Haha—wait? For real?”

He snares at you as he makes you coffee, “He got away again. Some bitch shot me in the ass with a dart.”

“Oh…well you’ll get him next time and hey, at least it was a dart and not a bullet!”

“Shut the fuck up Sunshine. Shouldn’t you be parenting right now?”

Huffing, you stand next to him and tell him of your kids whereabouts and how your day was. He listens, something no one expects him to do but considering you two have a past and have this electric chemistry, if someone wants Lloyd to hear something, they tell you to tell him.

Not like you really tell him what others want him to hear.

You’re not a messenger boy.

Just a close friend who was in need of stability and the best person to go to was your best friend.

“Here,” he hands your coffee, “I smell like shit and still sweating. I’m going to take a shower, want to join?”

“…What if I say that I do want to join? Remember Lloyd, right now I’m all about having a good time. Always been until…well…you know…”

“Yeah, I know.”

He puts his big, strong hand on the small of your back and guides you to the bathroom.

“Gotta tell you Sunshine, you’ve been in my dreams more than any man should.”

#lloyd hansen x you #x reader #reader #imagine #male reader #x male reader #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x male reader #the gray man x reader #the gray man #lloyd hansen

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proxylynn · 11 months

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Hi Lynn, I'm sorry for the mistakes (I'm using a translator). But can I get canon info about Don and Roy from you?

[No worries. The only issue is, Fuboo tends to rewrite her lore a lot. Like, A LOT a lot. So when it comes to knowing what is and isn't canon is entirely a guessing game till she discloses her "YB Lore Bible". So I will share some Don and Roy stuff, but I have no clue how much is still true. So I'm going to pick some stuff that I believe she's kept intact.]

Karen was raised spoiled, was the popular girl in high school, and faked being pregnant twice to make sure Don didn't date anyone else. The first time was in high school and the time was when Roy was 5. She even tried again when Don started divorce proceedings but he snapped back "We haven't had sex in 2 years! So either the kid isn't mine, or you're full of shit. I know how a uterus works!".

Don also didn't fight for custody of Roy and never visited.

The main reason is that he didn't want to see his ex since she would make things more difficult.

His ex is literally the reason why they don't have a good relationship.

Karen's parents disowned her after she spend half a million in Vegas back in high school, and she never talked to them since. Roy visits them once a week when he found them. And Don only met them once because of well…Karen.

Roy is not a fan of his mom. She helicopter parented him so hardcore when he hit 13, humiliated him intentionally in public in hopes to "shame him in his place", and even removed his bedroom door because he started locking himself in his room.

Narcissistic and manipulative are two deadly combos that should never go into one being. Despite all of Karen's flaws, she does have some positive qualities. She might be a bitch to others, but when it comes to the physically or mentally disabled, she's a total sweetheart. She works at a school where she teaches and helps special needs students.

Don's height is Don 6'4" to 6'6", Roy's height is somewhere at 5'11" to 6'0" (Fuboo being Fuboo with heights), and Karen is 5'4".

If they were animals, Don would be a bear and Roy's animal is a coyote, but we don't know what Karen is. (my guess is a leech or some other annoying parasite)

Roy's means of self-defense is a taser and Don's is a crowbar.

What's sad is Don fell hard after the divorce. Beer became his friend and it took a while to pull himself out of needing it. He also feels like Roy is 100% done with him for how things went, but it's not the case. Roy actually wants to be in his dad's life and reconcile. They just need to be put in a room and be allowed to talk.

A really sweet thing is that Don has a single tie. Roy got it for him on Father's day, saying that "You always look sad, so I hope this makes you happy." Don kept it ever since. The tie has smiling suns on it.

Don is not a fan of kissing but likes to receive them. Roy is a shy kisser, afraid he'll do it wrong.

Don's mother was Hispanic.

In looking for a partner, Roy would like someone more free-ranged and open. Someone who actually trusts him and gives him his space. As for Don, he'd like someone who can take care of themselves and not rant all the time…someone humble too. Basically, they both want someone the opposite of Karen.

Don secretly heads out to the back alley of the building and feeds stray cats.

Don had a pet cow when he was a kid working on his uncle's farm.

Don's favorite game is Checkers and Roy's is Sorry.

#ask op #Don #Roy #YB #Karen #yourboyfriend #yb game

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stonesynumber5 · 2 years

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babe I’m asking for all the tea from millie to olivia and everything in between to now this man gives literally nothing away and I’m dying to know what’s his deal lol

tbh there ain’t much juice, imo at least (compared to other celebs i’ve liked & followed). i dunno what you know & don’t, so i guess i’ll just give a basic run through of things

*i feel like this could potentially piss some people off for “bringing up the past”, but honestly? get over it. new people are always going to be joining, and they are always going to ask to know about John’s history…and they have a right to know. they have a right to know about the person they are interested in. i have no issue talking about John’s past and no one else should either. (it’s a lil weird to be throwing a hissy fit over it babes). so here’s your notice: if you don’t like John’s past getting spoken about, simply scroll past this post instead of making yourself read it and then moaning to me about it. you can ignore things you know. 👌🏻

basically he was with his “childhood sweetheart” as they call it, cheated on her at some point (forget the year), google John’s name with Jessica Peaty and you’ll find everything there. ngl, reading the text messages made me laugh. but she said if she didn’t text back straight away, John would call her, made me side eye him a bit if know what i mean 🚩 apparently after that is when he got that awful portrait tattooed of her, along with that “no matter what i’ll always be thinking of you” or whatever the fuck it said tat on his arm, which was in one of the ugliest fonts you’ve ever seen in your life. i say apparently just because i didn’t bother to check if that’s actually correct or not. he got tattoos for her at some point anyway. he has a kid with Millie. dunno if you know that, surprisingly some people don’t.

moving on….he cheated again not long after his daughter was born 😶 you can read all about that too if you google them. apparently she who must not be named, has been passed round a few footballers. when John got with her officially, his teammates took the piss because of this. (John you really aren’t suppose to move in and have a proper relationship with the local bike mate, it’s not a good look). there’s articles probably explaining this better but she got pregnant and he thought it was his but turns out it wasn’t…it was another footballers (Ashley Young…..who was married apparently). does John realise this meant she was 2 timing him or hasn’t he worked that one out yet? i dunno. anyways, he left Millie and eventually made her & their daughter move out of the house they had, so he could move back into the same house with his new piece and her baby. classy. Millie gave an interview about all this, calling him a bully and exposing him for trying to silence her by paying her money. She didn’t take it obviously and honestly, good on her. She also said John had been watching the house when she was in it and that got him a visit from the police, but apparently they didn’t find any offence committed or whatever, so yeah, don’t really know what to make of all that? once again…side eyeing John 🚩🚩

O***** is a twat to put it short. anti-vaxxer, all round shite human being. definitely lives off John’s money. she flew out to Ibiza the other weekend with her friends on a private jet…wonder who paid for that *eye roll*. John’s super private about his daughter (as he should be), yet her and her dumb bitch friends have let’s say breached that privacy a lil, knowing full well John’s fans watch their pages. she really tries to make out she’s this amazing smart business women, she’s a fucking idiot honestly. also extremely unprofessional? using her business page to post her own personal views like ok girl what? not sure if this is right? but i think when John & Millie were sorting out custody of their daughter, she was at the court? she had absolutely no need to be there. literally just a nosey bitch. you want my honest opinion, i wouldn’t be surprised at all if Millie’s claims about bullying were true. she comes across as a manipulative person. i know nothing about Millie’s character, if she’s a nice person then i really hope she gets the last laugh and comes out on top of all this. (also wish she’d grow more of a back bone cuz i would of sorted a few things out with that twat a long time ago)

I’ll end this by saying he definitely stills cheats. and i wonder how many girls he’s silenced with his money 🤔 John’s definitely not a great person, but is it surprising? no. he’s a footballer after all. and we all know what their like. it’s whatever to me 🤷🏻‍♀️ i’m just here for a laugh and he’s fit ennit.

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It drives me absolutely crazy when people say they don't know what cassandra is about. Because y'all I fucking know what it's about. I wanna say like 2 years ago. It might have been longer. I'm not good at remembering time. I have ADHD But a really long time ago ish, An article came out and it was the full conversation between taylor and kanye about the famous music video. So it was the full phone call. I don't know if it was just one article, But I only ever saw one article. And not only does it completely vindicate. Taylor because since day one, there was no video of her approving the most offensive parts of the video and song. But it also shows that she advised him not to release the song because it would be controversial. Which let us remember, The only reason that they went after taylor in the first place, Was because kanye was getting so much shit about how creepy and weird that fucking song and video were. Like, They one hundred percent ruined taylor's life to avoid consequences for their own actions.

And obviously it didn't ruin her entire career and she ended up being fine And obviously it didn't ruin her entire career and she ended up being fine, But she was definitely traumatized. Like personally, I was low-key traumatized by how many people were absolutely gas? Lighting me and saying that she was a liar when she didn't lie about anything. She barely even complained. This exact event is when I learned that the internet Does not have any critical thinking skills. Y'all will really cancel someone 'cause the sky is blue. And again, No, She wasn't " Canceled" In the sense that she didn't lose any money or fame, But it was still very traumatizing for her to go through that. Because you have to remember, Kanye West Called her a bitch said that he made her famous and then put A wax figure of her body in a bed with him. His wife and bill cosby a person who had very recently been accused of rape. Then when she accepted an award and said " Don't let anyone take credit for your success" He and his wife got all of their followers to harass her and call her a liar. When she literally told him not to release it because it was gonna be super controversial. So just put yourself in that position for a hot minute.

Bringing us back to the point, That is what cassandra is about. "When it's burned the bitch they're screaming" aka "They're burning all the witches, even if you aren't one." She's talking about the original edited phone call. "When the truth comes out it's quiet" She's talking about how when the full phone call came out, nobody mentioned it. Which it is evidenced by the fact that none of you all know what the song is about. Like so, many people are confused about the meaning of this song. It's crystal clearest day my friends. But none of you all know, Because when the truth comes out, it's quiet.

Also I don't know where that leak came from, But only a limited number of people had access to the video. So personally, I think, That it came from something around the time. Kim and Kanye broke up. Like I Personally think that taylor may have offered some sort of evidence to kim that allowed her to keep custody of her kids al la vigilante shit. And she asked them to "leak" the full phone call in order to receive that information. And she might have expected it to be this whole huge thing. But it ended up that nobody really gave a shit. Or maybe she didn't have anything to do with it, but it leaked because of whatever reason, And still, Nobody gave a shit. Which this absolutely infuriated me to at the time. I was like "JUSTICE" And I was the only person who even knew about it.

Anyway taylor, I know this is soliloquy, you will never see, But I was out there in the trenches in the streets. I was like "y'all. She never said it was okay. She didn't approve the video. Y'all are all calling her a liar For no reason!!!!" Like to this day. I am still so angry about this. It's to the point Where I have like ended conversations on dating apps because of this, I have unfollowed content creators. Because I don't like it when they get the facts wrong, And I have like completely soured on people as friends if they talk about this and they don't know what they're talking about. Or at least Let me explain it to them.

Is taylor a flawed person? Yes. But ultimately the thing that was the issue about this is that she was really under the radar. Like prior to this, People just said taylor seems like a nice girl but she dates around a lot and her music is kind of boring. None of those things are true. Except the fact that she's nice, she does seem very nice, Or at least all accounts of her are that she's very nice. And they did obviously bother her, But, They really weren't that bad. After that story came out, People were doing what you see them doing now, Like everyone was knit picking her. It became popular to talk about how stupid she was or how out of touch she was or how racist she was. When she literally didn't do anything usually. And people would just like attack her for like wearing the wrong color. And they still do, Like so, many people criticize her and they know it's gonna get views because it's just gonna be popular to talk shit about her. That environment did not exist before. There was definitely a lot of people saying that she was just lame but that was true of everyone who was popular in music at the time. Like In twenty twelve I graduated high school, And when I went to college, everyone was making fun of hipsters, The phrase "I liked ___ before they were cool" was literally on everyone's lips. So, While yeah, it does suck that people were talking shit about her and how she was boring and not had a good writer even though she was, They were pretty much saying that about any popular white girl making music. And while they Did criticize her dating life, They were doing that for everyone else too.

After The whole phone call situation, The vitriol towards her never really went away. And someone mentioned it in a podcast. I was listening to, But they were like for someone who was just so inoffensive. As a person, people are so polarized when they talk about her. Like you Either absolutely love her or absolutely hate her. And by the way, Swifties did not become rabid until after this situation. Because like I said, we felt very gaslight because she literally didn't do anything wrong. And for years, All anyone's sad when they talked about her was just dunking on her. So unless you were like AP. H d level expert and taylor swift, Most people just thought she was an asshole. Like I've seen people say that. She never thanked Beyoncé for giving her time. After kanye stole her speech in the VMAs, But she is so nice to Beyoncé. And they have a good friendship. Like she sends beyonce flowers and she always hypes up Beyonce. I don't think they're bestie's. But I definitely think they have a good relationship. But you wouldn't know about that because at the time, This was pre eras tour, All you saw of taylor was criticism. Unless it was a swiftie talking.

And the other aspect of this that is similar to cassandra, the myth. Is that this was the beginning of kanye being unhinged. And I truly think if he had gotten the appropriate backlash that he should have gotten from the famous video. And he wasn't able to just put it on someone else like he did with taylor, He probably wouldn't be a nazi right now. Like I honestly feel bad for kanye More than anything else because it is so clear to me that he is having a Mental health spiral that is related to the death of his mother. I don't know if it's about her death, but like she was managing it with him before and he doesn't have that now. And if he wasn't rich, he would probably be in inpatient psychiatric care. That decision might have been easier for him to make. Or the people around him to make, If he had gotten the proper backlash for trying to harass. Taylor and bully her. But instead in that pivotal moment, He learned that he can pretty much get away with whatever he wants as long as he blames someone else. So even if you like kanye, It's clear that his fame is causing him to suffer. And the whole thing just enabled that suffering. Because no one held him accountable for what he did. And of course, Kim is worst of all here. Because she has a law degree, She is fully capable of making good decisions, And rather than calling him out and telling him that he was not doing something right, Or pushing back on the harmful behavior he did, She completely enabled his actions. And I think that's why Taylor gets more mad at Kim. Because when you look at kanye, he is just not in his right mind, it's very clear. But kim absolutely could have stopped this train at any point. And if you think about it, Taylor was the one who first show us all this. She was the one who pointed out that he was being a bully. But hey, Why listen to Her? She's just some boring white girl, right?

Anyway, If you are wondering what the song cassandra is about, That's when it's about. And I absolutely love the myth of cassandra and everyone should look into it.

#cassandra #ttpd #cassandra ttpd #taylor swift

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pikku-peruna · 1 month

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I wish I had never been born

I wish I had never been born because my life has never been good

When I was born my parents weren't married but they wanted to separate, so I became a ward of the state (Florida) and my dad fought 9 months in court for my custody- while it was considered the norm for mothers to always get full/most custody.

My dad got full custody though! Because that's just how bad my mother was. (I can't say how she is now, but from what I've heard she hasn't gotten any better)

Then we lived in Florida for awhile, it was normal-ish. I watched my dad get arrested when my mom refused to give me back after a custody visit because surely it was the guy with full custody who was in the wrong (fucking idiot cops) -I saw my mother snort a line of cocaine the second he was dragged out in handcuffs too. I was 4, that crackhouse is most of my memories from that age because that's how bad it was. My dad eventually found a woman online and we packed our shit and left for Texas.

There we lived in a redneck's smoke-filled chihuahua-shit-covered dump of a house with an abused green macaw that my dad tried so hard to befriend but he never got the chance to with all the smoke that poor bird was breathing in.

Then my dad and my now step mom found a shitty rental house and moved us and my step brother and sister into it. it wasn't really that good. We made do with what we had though. We couldn't go out to play with other kids so we played with ourselves in the backyard and in our "play room" with our toys and rarely watched TV. We couldn't afford videogames anyway. We had a Wii for a bit, and boy we played the shit out of it- That Play-Room smelled like a highschool football gym locker room because we only ever played Wii Sports Resort. Those were the good days- what I consider to be "The Golden Days"

Then school started. -And for some reason I was never able to handle it. I hated it. (I still hate it) Even as a 5yr old I would try to escape school and i remember trying to open the big front doors until i was left as a crying mess on the floor because I didn't want to be without my dad. I remember- that every year I would have issues. We'd move schools around alot because of my parents' work and how badly i was behaving. I was 5! 6! 7!

When I was about to start 3rd grade my babushka got cancer, and it never really hit me what that meant until it was too late. Halfway through the school-year we moved into a biiig house! (2 stories, 3.5 bathrooms, HOA neighborhood but we took what we could get) And us kids were so happy! It wasn't the house we wanted but it was what we got and we were happy- Plus my littlest sister had been born so there were 4 kids now. Then babushka died. And I had to leave a school that had all my friends and everyone I knew- and go to a new school the fucking DAY I learned that she had died. I was a wreck. I didn't cry though- my dad would yell at me for crying, so i learned to never cry- crying was weakness- my dad would give me something to cry about if i cried- crying was for little bitches.

So I didn't make any friends that year... Or the year after that... because i was in the Gifted and Talented (GT) program- so i was a "nerd" and a "smart kid" and I should've been friends with those kids, right? Well I wasn't, because I was the dumb one, because I didn't watch TV or play videogames and because i never played outside and i never went to parks or anything, how can you when your dad succumbs to the bottle and your step mom works her ass off as a nurse?

Then the dam broke- and my dad got divorced from my step-mom (i never even knew they were married)- and I had to go, because I was never her kid.

I never the night it happened too. It wasn't something where us kids were sat down and told gently- it was violent, it was scary, and it hurt more than anything. To be 8 years old, watching your own father take his car and peel out of the driveway while your step mother (the women I had grown to love over so many years of being scared to let her into my heart after losing so much) takes her three kids and leaves you in the driveway. cold. Alone.

She left me alone like that for about an hour, then she finally came back for me and took us to a neighbor's house. I didn't even know there were other kids in our neighborhood because we were never allowed out to play. I felt like I didn't belong. I didn't belong- and I don't think I ever did. (When we would go to "family's" houses it would always be my step mom's family, never my family- because they were all in Russia or scattered around the USA- or dead... and I never could relate to anybody, they were always strangers to me, and I was always scared)

I don't remember when my dad came back for me, but he did- and when he did I had to leave my siblings. And I didn't see them again for 7 years- I didn't even recognize them. They had been hurt, but their wounds were physical- from their mother's newest ex husband (not my dad)- their wounds would heal. My wounds were the words my dad would tell me. So much hate, so much anger, so much sorrow- anytime i made a mistake or fell into a bad habit it was all my fault, and then he would say he was sorry, that he would never say it again. I learned to just say ok, to say what he wanted to hear just so he'd leave me alone. All I wanted was to be left alone again, but I couldn't even have that. My sister would come over every so often because of custody dates. I hated her. She got to see the good side of my dad, my dad treated her so much better than me, she didn't have to know how badly my dad wanted to kill himself, how sad he was, she never heard how much of a failure she was when she got a bad grade or when she didn't notice the dog had to use the bathroom, but she got to see her sister, 7 years older than her- be used as the example of 'what not to do'

I hated her for 7 years because she had everything I wanted, and I still hold resentment towards her because she still has everything I want- everything I can't have.

eventually me and my dad found a rhythm, and we started to get along- then we became thick as thieves! We were inseparable! it was Pikku and Pikku's Dad against the world! All I had to do was tell him what he wanted to hear! All I had to do was lie about my dad at school- or my grades- or what I wanted for my birthday... (All I had to do was give everything up for him- All I had to do was throw everything away for him...)

At the end of 8th grade year I finally got to see my family again. As a whole- because my Dad and my Step Mom became friends again. It wasn't perfect, but it worked- but I had changed (i still have trouble with it) and I had tried to kill myself 4 times over those 7 years they were angry at each other. At school I was doing good at everything but math, because I've always been terrible at math (the numbers never made sense, the formulas always felt like a waste of time)- but I got an opportunity- the ability to do highschool AND college at the SAME TIME and finish college early!!

So I told my dad about it, and he was so happy! And it made me happy- because he would be proud of me! He would brag to the neighbors about how smart his daughter was! he would tell his works friends how he loved his daughter! No more of him complaining about me! he would finally love me! So I threw away my dreams of joining the Creative Media/Digital Art Academy- even after I got accepted to it... (It hurt to call the school and tell them I wouldn't be going...) But! I got accepted into College! I passed my entry exams! I did it! My step mom was proud of me... My dad? My dad wanted more... it wasn't enough- it wasn't enough I had to do more- I had to do more... There was nothing else to do... I had to realized that I threw everything away.

I leapt into a black-hole expecting a new world on the other side, just to be stuck in a black void of nothingness. I dreamt up this persona of my father to nurture that small hurt child in my heart- but it was never true. He was never that person. He'll never be that person.

I'm still going to College, I'm still living with my dad- now he has a girlfriend with kids (I hate them all, I have no reason to like them, they only cause issues and I don't see how he loves them like he does)

I don't know what's next for me

I'm scared

And I wish I had never been born

#personal rant #pikku rants

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stardustbythepocketful · 2 months

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Name ; Cricket Marigold Marshall Nicknames: Cricket, Mari Fandom ; The Outerbanks Faceclaim ; Brianne Howey Trigger warnings ; Physical, Mental and Emotional Abuse

✰ 37. heterosexual / heteroromantic. kook gone pogue. Nurse

✰ gender female. pronouns she / her. hair blonde . eyes blue. height 5’6”. species human. languages english

✰ parents Some old rich bastards who disowned her the moment she got pregnant. Virginia ( Kim Catrell ) and Daniel Marshall (Kevin Costner) . siblings : none, she's an only child. children JJ Maybank

Personality:

A southern belle personality since she was a young girl, she speaks with a southern drawl and she cares deeply about others which is why she went into nursing. She holds a picture in a locket of her and her baby boy that she keeps close to her at all times. She’s a fighter when she needs to be now, though she wishes she was sooner. A sharp shooter as well having taken a few classes.

She’s smart and often quick on her feet, but she can also be sarcastic and a bit of a smartass. She prides herself on the sense of humor she has though she questions her own loyalty when it comes to anyone. She hasn’t had a stable relationship since Luke, and her focus was always to get her son back. When Luke made it clear that wasn’t an option she drowned herself in work.

+ : quick-whitted, kind, loving, survivor. - : Fighty, guilt-ridden

♡ - Her son, comedy movies, country music, sweet tea, strawberry wine, helping people, driving on back roads, dancing in the kitchen at night, watching old movie son cable, buttered popcorn, ✗- Her parents, Luke Maybank, the 'lawyer/law friends' that son of a bitch managed to have at some point to keep her away. Probably just junkies with badges.

Background:

Did leave the kook life for Luke, parents were less than thrilled by the fact their only daughter wanted to go and live that life with the likes of Luke. Even if they did treat her more like a show pony than a child. Needless to say that her running off with a pogue and getting pregnant her value decreased and thus added a stain to the family name. Mother is less than thrilled especially when she had plans for her to be married to someone else. ( Insert some Ward lore here )

Her getting pregnant young they were less thrilled even if she was beyond happy about it. Luke was on the fence about it. Might have been happy for a little while, but they’re poor, and a baby? Fuck…But she fell in love with JJ the moment he was born.

Work is less, Luke is getting fired, getting drunk, getting into drugs and abusive with Cricket. First it’s just verbal – then it got physical. He blames her for their poverty because in his mind she should have some money. Even though she worked she had to take time off for maternity leave. The day he beat the shit out of her is the day she went to her parents house.

Her mom actually took her in with faux concern ; told her that they’d fight and make sure Cricket has full custody of JJ, get Luke thrown in jail for abuse.

Mom goes behind Cricket’s back to confront Luke but not on behalf of her daughter, but has other plans. She wants her daughter back and Luke is now down on his luck. However, she doesn’t want JJ. Cricket wants JJ, grandma doesn’t. Makes Luke an offer. He takes the kid, and she’ll pay him monthly … like child support. ( I mean, think about it , that house they live in is a little too decent for Luke to afford on his own…)

Since the Marshalls are of old money, it’s safe to say they have connections - some that are not legal.

Court date arrives to fight for custody. Mom is on Luke’s side with a piece of shit lawyer that is expensive that Luke could not afford on his own. Cricket realizes her mother bamboozled the fk out of her. Bought the lawyer, the fake evidence..

Luke also suddenly has bruises and cuts of his own, he’s claiming abuse and that she attacked him, he was fighting self defense. Money is clearly more important than the woman he claimed to also love at one point.

Her mother then claims mental instability on Cricket’s part and uses her ‘wild and violent past’ as proof of this and her irresponsibility.

The judge is bought, rules in favor of Luke. Also orders that due to the abuse inflicted by Cricket on Luke ( the fuck ) she is not allowed under court order anywhere near him or JJ, because of her ‘instability’ she may be a danger to him and her son.

Cricket freaks, which seems to add to the mother’s claims as she’s screaming and crying asking them to not take her baby from her. They have to pull her away with security and sedate her.

To prove she isn’t any sort of danger to herself or anyone else and not abusive, she spends a year or so going through evaluations and treatments to prove she’s fine. Court won’t hear it.

Gets fed up, actually tries to take JJ and leave the state. Gets caught. Since she broke the order she’s sentenced to a year or so plus in jail. That’s right, mama went to jail. Is warned if she tries again she’s in for a longer sentence all together. There is to be no contact. No calls, no letters, no NOTHING from Cricket to JJ.

Her mother offers her a spot back home on the condition that she follows the rules , doesn’t see JJ, and signs over all parental rights to Luke. She’ll take care of Cricket financially from here on out.

Cricket said no, and tried to fight back. But y’all know that there is corruption in that system and she had nothing to her name. Just tries to get back on her feet, get her life sorted, and could only watch JJ’s life through pictures. Still becomes a nurse( not sure who was actually on her side here … ) and has been digging into who the fuck, how the fuck, and why the fuck her mother did what she did.

Father is on death bed, Cricket is called back just for that. Has no communication with her mother even if they’re in the same house. Is just there for her dad, even if he didn’t help her at the time.

Overhears her mother bitching and complaining to someone over the phone. It’s Luke, he’s in jail, and she tells him that him being arrested voids their contract, that she isn't paying for him to get out, and all payments she promised before stop now. Besides, JJ is practically grown, and odds are he’ll end up in jail too.

Cricket hears all of this, disgusted with her mother she visits Luke in prison. She may be a bit smug, because oh look, a contract is now null and void because of his dumb ass, so with everything she now knows, that court order is as good as gone as well.

Though that just remains how to get in touch with JJ.

Additional Info :

• Yes, she regrets leaving JJ every day. • She has a deep southern accent • Despite being born rich you'd think with her attitude type she was from the cut since birth. • • •

Verses: tbd

#fandom : obx #bio : cricket marshall

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punkscowardschampions · 5 months

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Teddy & Chloe & Ava & Gia

Teddy: Trouble in paradise? 🥺

Teddy: do tell me what’s wrong

Chloé: Why don’t you grab yourself another 🍹 and shut up?

Teddy: Darling, don’t be like that

Teddy: you know you’re my favourite sister

Chloé: That would only be a compliment if yours wasn’t a massively boring bitch

Teddy: but she is, don’t you be boring too

Chloé: Your entire family is, a complete and utter bore fest that I’m languishing in

Teddy: Untrue

Teddy: come & play [some rich people sport or game idk] with me

Teddy: I’ll sneak you a 🍹

Chloé: I can’t, the baby will come out simple and deformed

Chloé: I can’t do anything because of these stupid babies

Teddy: it’s A drink & isn’t it basically fully formed by now anyway

Teddy: our secret, I promise

Chloé: He’ll only use it to make his case for full custody

Teddy: he won’t know

Chloé: That would require him to pay attention to me

Teddy: Precisely & he’d rather be daddy or write in his little notebook

Chloé: You could steal it for me, see what’s in it

Teddy: I could

Teddy: would that cheer you up?

Chloé: It might

Teddy: Okay, I will

Teddy: then you’ll believe I love you

Chloé: There must be something in there, he’s always writing

Teddy: Naturally, it’ll contain his deepest darkest desires

Teddy: & tedious as those will be, we’ll know things he doesn’t want us to

Chloé: He’s with someone, he doesn’t act like this when he’s alone

Teddy: I told you, Ava

Chloé: Yes but you’re a liar and you have no evidence

Chloé: for all I know you’re mad at her for some unrelated teenage angst

Teddy: her refusal to sleep with me is irrelevant, or should I say only relevant because she’s clearly fucking my brother

Chloé: He has 2 kids, trust me, that takes away all the appeal he may otherwise have

Teddy: oh please, her family tree is littered with unwanted brats, it probably counts as foreplay

Chloé: It doesn’t, I was friends with her brother and sister

Teddy: I’m friends with HER, I trump you there

Chloé: What’s she like?

Teddy: off girls at the moment & as I warned you before he’s exactly her type

Chloé: He’s no one’s type, not now

Teddy: Oh darling, get real

Chloé: Parenting robs you of any personality, I’m serious, don’t ever do it

Teddy: firstly I would never, secondly, she barely has a personality at 16

Teddy: if you think G is a bore… she absolutely isn’t her sister, that’s all I’ll add

Chloé: Why are you just depressing me further?

Teddy: Because it would make me sad to see you humiliated at anyone’s hands but mine

Chloé: You’re nothing to do with me

Chloé: Not once James makes the humiliation final

Teddy: nonsense, we’re family

Chloé: If I were related to your family, I’d kill myself

Teddy: we’ve all considered a dramatic suicide, what day is it? Tuesday? Thursday? That’s standard fare for either

Chloé: I booked this stupid mini-break for him

Teddy: Of course, you’re a fantastic wife

Chloé: Not according to him

Teddy: & what would he know about it? He’s a fool

Chloé: Yeah, he really is

Teddy: you should totally have a holiday fling, I intend to

Chloé: Don’t be stupid

Teddy: what’s stupid about my suggestion?

Teddy: you’re a walking fetish, darling

Chloé: That is disgusting, the reality is disgusting

Chloé: he won’t come near me and he did it

Teddy: leave reality packed away in your luggage

Chloé: No, I don’t want anyone to see me naked ever again

Teddy: I didn’t mean it when I as good as called you disgusting, I was just upset

Chloé: It’s true regardless

Teddy: it isn’t, you’re not the parasite, you’re you

Chloé: I’m going to have to leave, change my name and never see anyone again

Teddy: & make it that easy for him to move on?

Chloé: It won’t be, I have something in place for that

Teddy: which is why I’ll miss you terribly

Chloé: Yeah right

Teddy: you always refuse to believe a word I say

Chloé: Because I’m not as stupid as you think I am

Teddy: I don’t think that, I’ve been nothing but complimentary

Chloé: Today, to my face

Teddy: it’s difficult for me to admit I like people to their face

Chloé: It really isn’t, you said you loved me earlier

Chloé: if anything, you have the opposite problem

Teddy: to admit it with sincerity then

Chloé: It just makes you the same as your brother and father, isn’t that what you want

Teddy: I’d rather die, frankly

Chloé: How unfortunate

Teddy: yeah, apparently so

Teddy: woe’s me

Chloé: Could be worse, you could be like your mother

Teddy: I fear I am, but as we aren’t family or friends, I shan’t confide in you

Chloé: Aw, do you wanna go to rehab too?

Chloé: Perhaps you can share a room when he ends up back there

Teddy: It would be a better getaway than the one you’ve booked

Chloé: You were meant to be childcare, it wasn’t for you

Teddy: When am I EVER childcare? Don’t be absurd

Chloé: The point is, you’re only here because he said I had to make an effort, even if he’s changed his mind the second we get here

Teddy: how pointless

Chloé: Tell me about it

Teddy: no, you’re taking your bad mood out on me & I’m very offended

Chloé: Go and cry to your mummy, I don’t have to be nice to any of you now

Teddy: Because you’re giving up, but I’m the pathetic one?

Chloé: I can’t make him stay, there’s nothing keeping him with me

Teddy: you’re the mummy, you have all the power

Chloé: He goes, he goes and gets a good lawyer

Chloé: failing that, I’m stuck with the kids and I don’t want them

Teddy: What lawyer is making his rehab stint go away? You haven’t had one, he’s a hopeless junkie on paper

Chloé: It’s all going wrong, it’s not worth the hassle anymore, he isn’t the same

Teddy: well, in that case, blow it up before he can

Teddy: tell everyone behind closed doors he’s off the wagon & you’re frightened of him

Chloé: You keep missing the fairly blatant point that I don’t want these fucking kids

Chloé: How does any of this help me, it doesn’t

Teddy: That’s what your parents are for & mine

Teddy: staff too, which he’s paying for when you rinse the family bank accounts

Chloé: Why do you hate him?

Teddy: I don’t

Chloé: Yeah right

Teddy: I’m helping you because no one else is going to

Chloé: Why?

Teddy: I hate my father & he’ll love this, being rid of you

Chloé: Why do you hate your father?

Teddy: He can’t stop attempting to run my life, it’ll be in ruins, like J & G’s if he has his way

Chloé: Your sister has a great life, James just likes being sad

Teddy: She’s about to marry an OAP, it’s embarrassing

Chloé: He’s rich, of course she is

Teddy: we’re richer, she could do better

Chloé: Then he has a massive cock, I don’t know

Chloé: She clearly likes him for some reason, she’s skinny, she could get anyone her own age if she wanted

Teddy: the reason is her blatant daddy issues

Chloé: Why do you care?

Teddy: I’m a laughing stock thanks to their bad choices

Chloé: Not your own, no?

Teddy: I don’t make any that terrible, no

Chloé: Debatable but you’re just a child, there’s time to forgive and forget

Teddy: Wash your mouth out with 🍹 I’m not a child

Chloé: Yes you are, you’re barely older than Jay

Teddy: she’s 4 & you’re being cruel

Chloé: Make yours a 🧃

Teddy: yours, for the sake of your hopefully undeformed second brat

Chloé: It would serve him right if I spoiled it but I’m not having my name attached to it

Teddy: your name isn’t, you gave it over to him during the doomed wedding

Chloé: Which your father wanted, actually, so why would he want rid of me now

Teddy: You don’t behave

Chloé: I’m not a child, I don’t have to

Teddy: It’s daddy’s world we all simply occupy space, or don’t soon, when it comes to you

Chloé: He’s weird, you’re all bloody weird

Teddy: unfortunately my mother started a trend of marrying beneath her that I alone am going to be exempt from

Chloé: Yeah, you can tell she’s inbred

Teddy: Aren’t your parents cousins? You’d never tell they weren’t closely related

Chloé: Says you, it’s not normal for a boy of your age to spend so much time with their mother

Teddy: Ha ha

Chloé: Funny weird not funny ha ha but that’s not your fault, entirely

Teddy: I have friends, would you like me to make you some?

Chloé: No, you have no taste and only know other toddlers

Teddy: suit yourself, be lonely

Chloé: I don’t need your help, you don’t even understand

Teddy: I take back my offer of, you underestimate me

Chloé: Oh, whatever, you’re just an annoyance

Teddy: Fine, I’ll keep the notebook

Chloé: You haven’t got it

Teddy: [photos of it to prove he has]

Chloé: Where is he? He never leaves it

Teddy: you aren’t deserving of the item or that info

Chloé: You can’t keep that from me, it’s my business

Teddy: you should’ve considered this possibility when you were being a bitch

Chloé: It’s not relevant to you, come on, I need to know or I can’t do anything

Teddy: it’s amusing & I have so little else to entertain me

Chloé: What do you want for it?

Teddy: shh, I’m reading

Chloé: Stop it, it’s not funny

Teddy: true, his writing style is very dry

Chloé: Just answer the question, for God’s sake

Teddy: I would, but I doubt you have anything I want, Chlo

Chloé: Ask and I’ll get it

Teddy: I can get things for myself by asking

Chloé: This isn’t a game

Teddy: For me, that’s 100% what it is

Chloé: I’ll tell him you took it then

Teddy: go ahead

Chloé: You’re not sharing, that means there’s nothing in it worth my time, so yeah, I will

Teddy: does it? Or am I a slow reader?

Chloé: You’re full of shit

Teddy: maybe, maybe these pages are full of quality blackmail

Chloé: You’re bluffing

Teddy: Ooh, let’s play poker, fantastic idea

Teddy: but first let me finish

Chloé: No

Teddy: bye-bye for now

Chloé: I’m serious

Teddy: Me too, I’m trying to concentrate

Chloé: What will it take for you to bring that here now

Teddy: as I said, I think you’re out of luck

Chloé: I’ll tell you the secret weapon, if you give that notebook to me

Teddy: How do I have the slightest guarantee you won’t snatch it & tell me something stupid, or nothing at all?

Chloé: You don’t, just like you’ve gone back on your word to get the book for me

Teddy: I swore I’d get it & I did, you started being mean first

Chloé: Because I’m heartbroken

Teddy: not by me, I’ve been super helpful

Chloé: No, not by you

Chloé: you can’t expect me to behave rationally at a time like this

Teddy: I don’t, I expect you to treat me as you’re asking to be treated

Chloé: Okay

Teddy: Okay, did that need to be SO hard?

Chloé: Hurry up

Teddy: be nice

Chloé: Come on

Teddy: nicer

Chloé: ⏱

Teddy: say please

Chloé: I’d rather say nothing

Teddy: that isn’t an option

Chloé: …

Chloé: See, easy

Teddy: I understand, you’ve changed your mind, you don’t care about the notebook after all

Chloé: Why are you like this?

Teddy: more importantly, why won’t you just say it?

Chloé: I don’t want to

Teddy: I don’t want to bring this to you, I guess I won’t

Chloé: But you do

Teddy: no, sorry

Chloé: It’s meaningless information to you, you can’t blackmail him, I already know and he’s already leaving

Chloé: I just want to hear the things he won’t say to me

Teddy: So say please & I’ll hand it to you

Chloé: You’re a dick

Teddy: you’re stalling, tick tock

Chloé: Please bring me the notebook now

Teddy: please, Teddy

Chloé: Fuck off

Teddy: gladly

Chloé: [when you’re going to have to snitch to get James to get it back, only to find out it’s in shorthand when you demand to read it from him]

Teddy: [we love to see a flop get thwarted, I just know Teddy has taken pics of every page but he’s too lazy to decode this/get someone to because not that invested]

Chloé: [so fuming now, the whole of this destination gonna know lol]

Teddy: [haha sucks to suck Chlo]

Chloé: [have a screaming match ‘cos you can’t get schwasted, soz James, at least you’re more in the mood for it than normal]

Teddy: [keeping it classy, Teddy there sipping his drink enjoying the show]

Chloé: [me like ma’am, your blood pressure, if this were a movie that baby would be flying out from the drama]

Teddy: [poor baby Mattie, but at least if Chlo makes herself ill and has to go to bed everyone will get a reprieve]

Chloé: If this baby dies it is entirely your fault

Teddy: I’m honoured

Chloé: You’re a sick little freak and I’ll sue you

Teddy: you don’t want it anyway, I’d be doing you a favour

Chloé: You don’t do anyone any favours

Teddy: we aren’t friends, I have 0 cause to

Chloé: You have 0 brain cells

Teddy: Rich coming from you

Chloé: Maybe but at least I don’t get pleasure from making people feel bad

Teddy: Yes you do, you’ve made it your full time job, for lack of a career or fulfilling your parenting duties, to destroy my brother

Chloé: No I don’t, I need him, I would never destroy him

Teddy: liar, you need him under your thumb

Chloé: I need him to look after me

Teddy: I’m honestly gobsmacked he has a functioning set to cheat on you with, though perhaps he doesn’t, she is famously drawn to pussy as well

Chloé: Someone should smack you, your ignorance is astounding

Teddy: Again, go ahead

Teddy: vanilla, but I don’t anticipate you’re anything other than

Chloé: You’re the one that’s all talk

Teddy: if you did more of it he might be turned on by you

Chloé: He’s not a sociopath like you, he cares about more

Teddy: He doesn’t care about you in the least anymore 💔

Chloé: I hope something terrible happens to you, immediately

Teddy: Karma adores me

Chloé: Something has to

Teddy: You should bite literally instead of this, another bedroom tip for you

Chloé: I don’t need tips from you

Teddy: you absolutely do

Chloé: I’ve told you, multiple times, that isn’t why he’s leaving

Teddy: I’m aware, he’s leaving because he’s found himself an upgrade in more ways than the one

Teddy: the tips are for securing hubby number 2

Chloé: Not for long

Teddy: it’s a fact, darling, face it

Chloé: When everything goes to shit, remember, it’s not even slightly for your benefit

Teddy: I’ll enjoy it nevertheless, thanks in advance

Chloé: Goodbye

Teddy: Bye, Chlo x

Teddy: [sending Ava a random page from this notebook not expecting her to actually recognise it, just to be a playful chaos demon]

Teddy: Does this mean anything to you?

Ava: What is that?

Teddy: I assumed as a future journalism student you’d recognise Shorthand, but maybe it’s a dying or dead ‘art’

Ava: It might be code, what on earth are you up to, I thought you were on a family holiday?

Teddy: Oh I am

Ava: What kind of games night…

Teddy: J is cheating on his wife, again

Teddy: predictable fireworks have ensued

Ava: Oh, that kind

Ava: Next flight home, is it?

Teddy: Hardly, she’s staying to the bitter end, her home having been fully wrecked

Ava: but what are you lot doing? 😬

Teddy: I told you, I’m enjoying the show

Ava: Teddy

Teddy: Ava?

Ava: If this is really the end, you can’t say that, have some decorum

Teddy: Why, her public screaming is displaying 0

Ava: Because it’s serious, if not sad or whatever, it’s still shitty

Teddy: seriously entertaining

Ava: You’re awful

Ava: what do your parents think?

Teddy: They’re a tad busy with their own preoccupations, as usual

Ava: Some things never change, comforting, I guess?

Teddy: anyway, I’ll leave you to yours

Ava: And what would that be

Teddy: I haven’t the slightest idea, revision probably

Ava: Right, you’re so astute, good luck with your codebreaking

Teddy: Bold of you to assume I’ll bother now it’s broken them up

Ava: That’ll hardly be the reason

Teddy: the final straw

Ava: I take it the kid hasn’t been left with you to be ‘entertained’ by it all, right?

Teddy: I don’t know where she is, with her other grandparents perhaps

Ava: Makes sense, trauma swerved

Teddy: I’d want to distance myself from my grown up daughter behaving like a toddler

Ava: I’m familiar with the antics, my family has it’s own

Teddy: How IS your sister? Do send her my love

Ava: Naturally, I’m sure she’ll remember who you are with some prompting

Teddy: I haven’t seen her since [some event that wasn’t long ago at all to be sarcastic and also extra cos we love Nancy], positively ages ago

Ava: Who can say how many boyfriends and hairstyles she’s cycled through since then, eh

Teddy: me too, naturally

Ava: 😏

Teddy: Holiday fling temporarily on hold though it may be

Ava: How could you possibly concentrate

Teddy: exactly & miss a moment, for who?

Ava: You’ll find that someone one day

Teddy: as long as I don’t write the world’s driest coded messages about them

Ava: You’re just mad you couldn’t snoop properly

Teddy: I had my fun when she was begging me to let her read it & the end result is the same coded or not

Ava: I would have killed you

Teddy: & how fun that would have been, but you never want to play along

Ava: I doubt it’s a game to your SiL

Teddy: He’s leaving her, she isn’t going to be any relation soon

Ava: You can do better, babe

Teddy: J can, somehow

Teddy: not that it’s difficult, but I really had thought him completely crushed, we all did

Ava: You’re glad for him?

Teddy: we needn’t go that far, but at least he’s out from under her [a designer boot or heel but in a shady way because Chlo has no taste]

Ava: Heaven forbid you get that close to sincerity

Teddy: I sincerely can’t blame him for not wishing to fuck her, it would certainly take a stronger stomach than J has

Ava: You famously fancy everyone, come on

Teddy: I do not

Ava: 😉

Teddy: letting yourself go to that extent at 21 is ludicrous

Ava: You’ll be looking for a childless fling then

Teddy: Always

Ava: A good rule

Teddy: knowing they’re already that fertile before I’ve been near them puts me on edge, I’d have to be careful & who wants that?

Ava: Who wants a Teddy Jnr?

Teddy: disgusting

Ava: That’s your birthday present sorted

Teddy: Now you want to seduce me, typical

Ava: Of course

Ava: I’ll get you the good kind

Teddy: I’m sure, thanks in advance

Ava: Make up your own code, make a list, could be fun

Teddy: I’m not lacking in it right now but I’ll bear the suggestion in mind

Ava: You’re such a voyeur, leave them alone

Teddy: No, don’t be such a bore

Ava: I’m embarrassed on your behalf right now

Teddy: don’t be, darling, you’ll be very lonely feeling like that

Ava: I’m not lonely

Teddy: & I’m yet to be embarrassed

Ava: Mhmm, you’re a medical miracle, or whatever

Teddy: You sound like my mother

Ava: 😂

Ava: Prince Teddy

Teddy: 🤴🏼

Ava: If the crown fits

Teddy: which it does

Ava: I’m surprised you would risk your hair, honestly

Teddy: Ha ha

Ava: I’m so serious, it looks like it must take you ages

Teddy: As if I would have the patience, please

Ava: Don’t worry, if anyone asks, it’s all effortless, naturally

Teddy: No one is going around asking questions they know the answer to

Ava: I think you overestimate some of our classmates

Teddy: okay, true

Ava: I heard [someone we are slightly shading here, soz] asking if the answer to question 2 on [an exam they’ve already done] was [something so horrifically wrong you’re like oh honey no]

Teddy: I can’t wait to see them for re-sits and bring that up

Ava: You could try 🤏

Teddy: Why?

Ava: We won’t have any classes together in September if you don’t get it sorted

Ava: We could revise but you’re there and I know your books are still at home

Teddy: The only revision I do would require you to seduce me & I’m under no illusion you seriously intend to

Ava: Sadly not

Teddy: So have no fun in September without me, while I have plenty

Ava: Rude

Teddy: It’s no one’s fault but your own

Ava: We’re meant to be friends

Teddy: Are we? Oh, that’s awkward

Ava: Yeah, yeah, asshole

Teddy: Always a pleasure, Ava

Ava: Do some revision, I beg

Teddy: Actually beg & I’ll of course consider it

Ava: You don’t reckon you can find someone there to seduce who’s actually smart enough to be of any use?

Teddy: don’t belittle yourself, you’re smart enough

Ava: I know I am

Teddy: that’s better

Ava: And you’re too smart to fail

Teddy: I know I am, but it isn’t about that

Ava: Isn’t it?

Teddy: passing grades aren’t going to upset anyone

Ava: You want to make it as hard as possible for your dad to get you back in for sixth form

Teddy: my motivation in life is to make things as hard as possible for him, it’s an easy spanner to throw in the works

Ava: Gotcha

Teddy: buy another puppy, or get a new closeted girlfriend to be your latest crusade, my exam results aren’t it

Ava: Do you not plan to unattach yourself from the pursestrings one day?

Teddy: Where’s the fun in that?

Ava: I guess so, can’t lose your reason to live

Teddy: I’d have to find a different one, imagine

Ava: Crazy

Teddy: absolutely

Ava: Revision calls

Teddy: 👋

Teddy: Ask me how the holiday’s going

Gia: I made my excuses for a reason…

Teddy: no, ask me

Gia: I don’t need to, get on with it

Teddy: play along

Gia: I am far too busy to babysit you

Teddy: I guarantee you aren’t too busy to listen to me

Gia: Teddy, hurry up, this is tedious

Teddy: G, it’s fantastic

Gia: Oh, he’s done it then, has he

Teddy: You knew?

Gia: James and I talk, like adults

Teddy: You do not, since when?

Gia: Since always

Gia: Well, is daddy pleased?

Teddy: He’s slightly preoccupied pawing girls your age at the bar, but when he comes up for air I’ll ask his thoughts

Gia: Characteristically bad timing as per but at least there will be no baby shower to power through

Teddy: You’re giving J, or your adult chats, a lot of credit

Teddy: I’ve sat through similar screaming before, we all have

Gia: He’s never brought it to our attention before, he obviously means it

Teddy: What did he say to you?

Gia: We were talking about Seb’s ex and lawyers and he said he may be in need of a good one

Teddy: He is, Chlo may be bluffing but she seems to believe she has some secret weapon

Gia: If brains were dynamite, she couldn’t blow her nose

Gia: Still, perhaps she’s a log of his indiscretions

Teddy: Or hers cast some doubt

Gia: Potentially

Gia: I’ll put James in contact with [the lawyer] for real

Teddy: Jay has to be his, but the unborn brat may not be, I highly doubt they’ve been near each other that often since the former

Gia: Well, who can bear to be in her company, it’s understandable

Teddy: He’s been hilariously indiscrete again

Gia: I imagine he wants to get caught

Teddy: She never leaves the house, fucking under her nose couldn’t be made any easier

Gia: Thank you, the rest of us have some pride

Teddy: It’s fear that prompts him, you & I both know that

Gia: I just mean that yours is the sort of plan only a 15-year-old would think even vaguely reasonable

Teddy: If he’d like to get caught he may as well put on a show

Gia: Stop being vulgar or I won’t continue this conversation

Teddy: You said it, Gia

Gia: No, I didn’t

Gia: She won’t get anything, none of it really belongs to them, it’s still all daddy’s, on paper, he made sure of that

Teddy: Please stop calling him daddy that’s much more vulgar & I can’t bear it

Gia: He’s my father I can call him that if I like, there’s nothing wrong with it, you’ve got a sick mind

Teddy: When you get married you’ll have to spare yourself the confusion

Gia: There is no confusion, I’m well-adjusted unlike you

Teddy: Your unfortunate future hubby is how many years away from dementia? He won’t have the first clue who you’re addressing on Sundays

Gia: You are so childish

Teddy: I am a child, allegedly

Gia: A very tiresome one, yes

Gia: whose brain is entirely more addled than Seb’s

Teddy: Hopefully our father’s if he receives another knockback from some girl just trying to sit unmolested with a cocktail

Gia: You’re truly such a fantasist

Teddy: he’s truly a deviant, it’s quite inspiring

Gia: No, he’s not

Gia: and you shouldn’t talk about him like that

Teddy: You shouldn’t be so quick to his defensive all the time, if he leaves mother & has more sons you’ll be even more unloved & unappreciated

Gia: He’s not going to leave her, they are not James and Chloé

Teddy: Only because mother is too heavily sedated to scream

Gia: By her own choosing

Teddy: you should say yes, they’re fantastic pills

Gia: Nothing about her lifestyle appeals

Teddy: Her inherited money appeals

Gia: Daddy has made it tenfold, by actually working

Teddy: He’s traded on her name to have any business contacts in the first place

Gia: You haven’t even passed your GCSEs yet, please don’t try to talk business

Teddy: You’re a girl, I could say the same to you, I’m sure the boardroom is full of men who try to

Gia: It isn’t, actually

Gia: Not all men are pigs like you choose to be

Teddy: it’s clear who I take after in those beliefs

Gia: That certainly fits the narrative you tell yourself

Teddy: good luck trying to erase the narrative whereby daddy dearest was thrilled to hear about your XX chromosomes

Gia: Is there a point to this?

Teddy: I was here to share good news, which you’re being a bore about

Gia: I already knew, James can confide in me

Teddy: Nobody can confide in you, don’t flatter yourself

Gia: Except he did

Gia: and I guarantee daddy likes me more than you now, so, keep trying with these lacklustre attempts, or don’t

Teddy: He asked for a lawyer’s phone number, he was hardly crying on your shoulder

Teddy: you’re his personal Google, that’s all

Gia: Why would I want him to cry on my shoulder?

Gia: You and mother are the ones who like to indulge in that sort of behaviour

Teddy: Because we’re not father’s little worker robot

Gia: She’s a gin-soaked cliche, I’d look for better role models

Teddy: Would you care to take on the role, as you have J’s confidante, despite him barely saying 2 words to you?

Gia: I wouldn’t

Teddy: I thought not

Gia: I have to deal with enough children

Teddy: If you’d date someone your own age it wouldn’t be a problem

Gia: I’m not looking for a life free of problems, this is the real world, you deal with the ones you’re faced with

Teddy: Which women's magazine gave you that hack advice?

Gia: Hilarious

Gia: I’m in love with Seb and I am going to marry him, you’ll have to get over it

Teddy: You’ll marry him, naturally, the rest is nonsense

Gia: No it’s not

Teddy: it is, you don’t love him

Gia: Yes I do, there’s no other reason to be with him

Teddy: Save your breath for needing to resuscitate him

Gia: Are you done?

Teddy: not while I still have some of my own, no

Gia: Why are we talking? This conversation has been fruitless

Teddy: Because you refused your invitation & aren’t here

Gia: I wonder why…

Teddy: Why didn’t you tell me, more importantly?

Gia: Because I don’t tell everyone’s business

Gia: that’s a nasty habit

Teddy: he’s our brother not a neighbour

Gia: He didn’t want anyone knowing until he was ready, which is entirely valid

Teddy: Oops, sorry

Gia: Clearly, his hand was forced

Teddy: by me

Gia: It would likely be her if not

Teddy: or his affair if it’s serious

Gia: It doesn’t matter, the girl has always been bad news, we’re all better off with her far, far away

Teddy: RIP, it was fun while it lasted

Gia: Not the word I would use

Teddy: You & J both love to use words I wouldn’t, it’s only fair

Gia: I dread to think how you’ll fare in your English exams

Teddy: dread is going to be the correct response

Gia: You should be studying

Teddy: no thanks

Gia: It’s entirely irresponsible for you to even be on that trip, why are you there

Teddy: For the fireworks

Gia: Go home, for goodness sake

Teddy: Perhaps, when I get the urge to throw a party

Gia: I can’t be bothered with this nonsense

Teddy: come on, G, you used to have a good time, long long ago

Gia: I have a good time, I’m just not a waste of space

Teddy: you are to me, so that’s subjective

Gia: Your opinion is irrelevant

Teddy: & yours is borrowed, you’re only lacking blue for the wedding, well done

Gia: There are many measures of success, unlike you, my own opinion of myself isn’t the one I focus on

Teddy: Yet you all try & force me down the same tired path

Gia: Please, what is your great idea

Teddy: it would be irrelevant, none of us care remotely for James’ scribblings unless they betray his latest girlfriend

Gia: It’s irrelevant because you don’t have one

Gia: If you had an idea that rivalled the salary, then you could follow that dream, otherwise daddy is just doing you a favour

Teddy: He’s a control freak

Gia: He can hand us all opportunities that we wouldn’t get by ourselves

Gia: You couldn’t handle not having money, trust me, so you do as you’re told and you get looked after

Teddy: I can’t concentrate in that office, how am I supposed to grin & bear it for the next 50 years?

Gia: You’ll learn

Teddy: What if I’m not smart enough?

Gia: You don’t try, Teddy, you could be if you tried

Teddy: or I could humiliate myself

Gia: This whole schtick isn’t not humiliating

Gia: He isn’t evil, there are different roles, levels

Teddy: He thinks I’m useless

Gia: He knows you’re not reaching your full potential, that’s all

Teddy: being the boss’ son doesn’t lend itself to [the lowest level of this company idk, but he genuinely does think that’s all he’s capable of doing at this point]

Gia: No one has to know, you’re focusing on other pursuits as well as, can’t take a more active role, there’s plenty of ways to talk around it

Teddy: No, this makes me feel stupid, I hate it

Gia: You have years, you haven’t finished your GCSEs yet, there’s at least 5 years for you to learn the things you need to

Teddy: you were already working there by then

Gia: Only as an intern, really

Teddy: & James would have if he wasn’t high constantly

Gia: but he was, so

Teddy: I’m a baby as far as our father is concerned, he’d sooner have Jay working at the company

Gia: You just need to prove yourself, it's an opportunity

Teddy: You don’t understand what it’s like

Gia: Obviously I do

Teddy: you can’t do any wrong in his eyes, it’s disgusting

Gia: I just try really hard

Teddy: & it makes you unhappy

Gia: No it doesn’t, it makes me very happy

Teddy: Please, you’re so unfulfilled & you couldn’t resent James more if you tried

Gia: Nothing makes me happier than working for our family company

Gia: I could work somewhere else, if I wanted, I have the skills

Teddy: oh Gia

Gia: Don’t condescend to me

Teddy: this is becoming depressing

Gia: I tried to help you when you were crying

Gia: don’t talk to me about depressing

Teddy: You aren’t helpful to anyone except our father & his propaganda

Gia: And he’s probably right about you, for the record

Teddy: no he isn’t

Gia: Yeah, he is

Teddy: shut up

Gia: Don’t worry, your tiny brain will find all the grunt work really rewarding

Teddy: As rewarding as you find his crumbs of praise, yeah

Gia: I get all the satisfaction I need in doing my job well

Teddy: you 2 are incestuous, it isn’t normal how many of your pleasure centres he activates, in your brain or otherwise

Gia: You have to make it a joke

Teddy: I’m not kidding, go to therapy

Gia: You’re the weirdo for even saying it

Teddy: no, it’s still you, you’re the subject of what I’m saying & I haven’t plucked it from thin air

Gia: You’re making it up to try and make me feel as bad as you

Teddy: Did he touch you or do you simply wish he would? We need to get to the bottom of this

Gia: I don’t want to hear about the things you think about

Teddy: let me stage this intervention, I’d like to help you

Gia: Whatever gay degeneracy this is, you can keep it to yourself

Teddy: I’ve been waiting for you to drop your hard g, as it’s obviously the only ‘weapon’ you feel you have

Gia: No one minds, no one’s disappointed, honestly

Teddy: I’m not gay, put your sequins away, truly

Gia: Right

Teddy: & effeminate is solely an insult to our parents generation, by the way, in case you were planning to go there next

Gia: If you say so, I told you, everyone accepts who you are

Teddy: Sadly, you’re stuck with the last real taboo, no parade for wanting your daddy to be your daddy

Gia: Normal people don’t need parades to feel good about themselves

Teddy: I don’t need a label for you to mock me with

Gia: It’s quite clear without one

Teddy: good, I’d hate to have to spell it out the way our father does when he’s eager to be balls deep in anyone but our mother

Gia: You’re so immature

Teddy: I’m yet to be 16, I’m unlikely to act your preferred age

Gia: There’s nothing preferential about you at all

Teddy: There’s nothing about you full stop, you’re empty

Gia: You don’t interest me, I don’t share anything with you

Teddy: There isn’t anything to share, all you do is work

Gia: That’s all you need to know

Teddy: besides keeping an old man alive until you’re firmly in the will, that’s all there is

Gia: If you like, you’ll never know the truth so live with your lies

Teddy: You’ve buried your truth so deep even you don’t know it, dear sister

Gia: You wouldn’t know it if it bit you on the nose

Gia: everyone knows how untrustworthy a liar you are

Teddy: it unsettles you that I live mine & see yours

Gia: Mhmm, that must be it

Teddy: Yes, I’m sorry for you though

Gia: If there is any figure of pity, it’s you and I wouldn’t even be that generous

Teddy: I’m conveniently right where you want me in order to point the finger at too, how neat & tidy that keeps everything

Gia: Your lacking is your own problem, and nothing but for everyone else

Teddy: Your opinion on what I lack is simply that, your point of view

Gia: We’ll soon have that backed up by your results, won’t we

Teddy: I’m afraid they aren’t for your benefit either

Gia: As you said, the disappointment isn’t going to come as any sort of surprise to our father, not from you

Teddy: The botox renders him incapable of such displays regardless

Gia: Then you’ll be fine

Teddy: My plan to derail his for me is well underway

Gia: As long as you don’t expect anyone to visit you in the gutter

Teddy: You’re too tedious of a guest, please don’t

Teddy: if anyone could ruin the ambience of rock bottom

Gia: I have no need of you in my life, if you don’t work for [the company] then we don’t need to see each other

Teddy: I’m dead to you if I don’t worship at the altar of our family business, it’s been noted

Gia: We have nothing to discuss, all this is unnecessary

Teddy: You’re unnecessary

Gia: Says the spare

Teddy: I’m not the one devastated with my place

Gia: Just your inability

Teddy: I could do something about that, learn & try as you said

Teddy: you’ll never be a real boy, Gia, he’ll never love you the most

Gia: Could you

Teddy: Of course I could, James has an office & his brain is drug-addled

Gia: Mhm

Teddy: I have years, your words of consolation, you have no way of ever proving yourself

Gia: And time will tell

Teddy: I could sleepwalk into James’ role were I inclined

Gia: Yes, you claim to be able to do lots of things you have never and will never do

Teddy: Because I have no interest in doing them

Gia: Right, super believable

Teddy: believe what you want, you’re obviously delusional in terms of your own life

Gia: Sure

Teddy: You’ll find out what I’m capable of

Gia: Boring me to tears seems to be the extent

Teddy: You can’t cry, who are you trying to fool?

Gia: I don’t pride myself on it

Teddy: well no, psychological damage isn’t a source of

Gia: Tell yourself

Teddy: sorry mine’s better than yours

Gia: Yours is imagined and contrived, like every facet of your personality at this point

Teddy: But I have a personality, unlike you

Gia: Effeminate fantasist counts, sure

Teddy: Excuse me while I change my bio across the board

Gia: Goodbye

Teddy: [me loling cos he is going to change his insta info and everything, oh Teddy]

Gia: [my boo says oh you card]

Teddy: [makes me laugh that they always dramatically beef as well, regardless of the starting point]

Gia: [the way she hates y’all lmao]

Teddy: [I don’t blame her remotely, but we should probably post this and do java when we wake up]

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