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[navybrat817]

If anyone needs a laugh. 😂

[hystixia]

OXYTOCIN.

SUMMARY 、YOU’RE THE LAST PERSON DR. WILSON COULD TURN TO IN HOPES OF GETTING JEFF TO TALK, BUT YOU WERE NEVER QUITE PREPARED FOR THE MONSTER THAT IS JEFFREY MASON.

FEATURING 、JEFF MASON X F!READER

WARNINGS 、MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF KILLING, GORE, DEATH, NONCON, THREATS, MANHANDLING, HAIR PULLING, DEGRADATION, SPANKING, PUSSY SLAPPING, DACRYPHILIA, CHOKING, FORCED ORGASM, CREAMPIE, PERV!JEFF

NOTES 、his chuckles during the sessions >>>

The sight of Clarence’s exhausted face tugs at your heartstrings as you approach him and he sighs tiredly. “Is there anything I can do to help you, Dr. Wilson?” You ask quietly, you knew how taxing this job can be on the mind.

He hums, surprised for a moment before turning and looking at you and his face instantly softens as his eyes crinkle in a small smile. “Please, no need to be so formal with me.” You seem to relax a bit at that before he continues, “I’m having trouble getting one of our patients to talk. I’ve tried everything I could possibly think of, he’s just… not very cooperative.”

“Is it the same one?” You ask with curiosity and Dr. Wilson nods with a small hum, glancing at the folder in his hand.

“Yes, he’s proving to be difficult for even me to handle, I will admit.” He gives you a small look as if he’s contemplating on something before finally speaking up in a rather hesitant tone, “Pardon me for asking you such a thing but, you wouldn’t oppose trying to take a crack at him would you?”

You blink a few times, surprised he was actually asking you to take a shot at getting the patient to open up. Your lips curl up in a smile as your eyes sparkle. “Do you really mean it?”

He shrugs, returning your smile with a tired one of his own. “I don’t see why not. You’re exceptionally well at your job and I don’t doubt you could get at least something from him.” He opens the file but stops halfway and looks back at you again. “I should warn you though, he’s awfully crude and violent. During my sessions with him I learned early on that he enjoys trying to get under your skin.” You nod at his words, listening carefully and remembering each thing he said before he opened the file and placed it on the desk, showing you the profile of the patient and your eyes widen a bit at the two photos clipped to the paper that held information and details on the man.

Jeffrey Mason. The name instilled fear in a large majority of people in Forest Lawn, especially those that lost loved ones the night he took so many innocent lives. It pained you, the grief they had to bear after receiving terrible news that following morning and you consider yourself lucky you nor your friends and family were ever in his harmful way. You’re relieved to know he’s here, where he can’t hurt anyone and is restrained all the time.

The two photos, one of him before the accident and one after when he had been arrested. Despite him being held here for two years now, you’d never known anything about him besides what terrible things he had done. He looked rather normal in the before photo, but there was a dark look in his eye that made you think otherwise. The second photo was a horrific sight of its own. His burned face, the carved smile that nearly reached his ears and that animalistic look in his eyes that made your skin crawl. He looked much more like a monster in that photo and you consider he thinks he is one himself.

You give Dr. Wilson a glance as you straighten your posture. “When is the next session, Dr. Wilson?”

He chuckles quietly. “I’ve been spending less and less time on him since I have other patients to attend to, but you can start as early as next week I’d suppose.”

You give him a determined look and puff out your chest a little as you grab your things and prepare to leave for the day much like he was himself. “I will get words out of him, Doctor. I can promise you that.”

He laughs a bit at your determination as he grabs his own things and prepares to leave soon. “I have no doubt that you will.”

The next week comes surprisingly quick but maybe that’s because you were itching to try and attempt to get something out of the patient. If Dr. Wilson was struggling that surely meant you’d have a lot of trial and error yourself but you have the patience to handle any patient that’s been given to you. Surely it wouldn’t be that hard right?

“You can bring him in now.” You call out and soon after the large door squeaks and groans as it’s opened and the sound of chains jingling and clinking meets your ears as the noise bounces off the walls of the small room.

Your head turns immediately at the sudden sounds as a guard brings the patient in and Jesus he was so much scarier in person. You swallow the lump beginning to form in your throat and as hard as you tried to listen to Dr. Wilson’s words, the guy definitely intimidated you by just his presence alone.

His heavy breathing leaves uncomfortable goosebumps along your skin as you watch him practically be dragged into the room and sat in the chair. The guard clicks something on the cuffs around his hands and you realize he’s locked him to the table. At least he isn’t able to move around thankfully. His feet are chained together, leaving him very little room to move one foot in front of the other and you try to keep your gaze off him as he stares at you with those sickening eyes of his.

You clear your throat and look up at the guard, straightening your posture to appear more confident. “You can go, it’s fine.” You say and he nods before eyeing the patient chained up who’s carved smile seems to widen as he stares over and back up at the man before he’s walking out of the room and closing the loud door behind himself.

You look down at the file before you and then glance at the record player currently spinning as it records. You sigh through your nose and slowly lift your eyes up to look at his face only to see him staring back with an animalistic hunger.

“Jeffrey Mas—“ “It’s just. Jeff.” He emphasizes with a hint of aggression to his voice. You’d never heard him speak before, and you certainly hadn’t expected his voice to sound so raspy and deep.

You correct yourself, ignoring the way your heart jumped up in your throat for a moment. “Right. Jeff, we’re going to talk about you for a little while.” You sit up straight again and look down at the file to distract yourself from his eerie stare.

He breathes out a chuckle, “Heh, what do you want to know about me then?” He’s mocking you and his heavy breaths like some wild animal are starting to get to you. Now you’re realizing why Dr. Wilson had such difficulties with this guy.

You rest your forearms on the table, leaning in a bit as you stare at him and try to get over your nerves. You needed to be professional, why was it proving so difficult to do suddenly? “What were you like growing up?” You’ll start off simple, ask basic questions any other doctor or therapist would ask.

He scoffs and you swear you saw his tongue peak out the side of his carved cheek. “Angry. Really fuckin’ angry.” His eyes are casted downward no longer looking at your face and you frown a bit, you tap your finger against the table to get his attention and his eyes immediately flick up to yours.

“I need you to focus, Jeff. This is serious.” “Is that why your tits are on display?” You’re stunned, blinking a few times to process his words before staring down at your shirt. It’s merely one button that hasn’t been buttoned up with the rest, you can barely even see the line of your cleavage and he had the nerve to say such an inappropriate thing to you?!

“That is highly inappropriate, Jeff.” You suddenly snap, becoming defensive but all he does is laugh, the sound reaching your ears and reverberating off the walls.

“Oh, c’mon, doctor.” He mocks. “They were beggin’ for some attention.” He speaks in a low voice that sends shivers down your spine, his tone is sinister before he breaks out in another manic laugh, giggling to himself.

“I need you to cooperate with me.” You sigh, sitting back in your chair and he rolls his eyes as he huffs. The chains jingle as he leans in over the table.

“What if I don’t want to cooperate with you?” He spats out, suddenly hostile and it’s like a game of hot potato for you only you never know when he’s going to switch up on you.

“I’m here to help you, Jeff.” You say in a calm and soft tone, trying to not let his refusal at cooperating get under your skin.

He scoffs, an airy chuckle ringing out. “Heh, you can help me out by undoing these cuffs.” He cackles, throwing his head back as he tugs on the handcuffs circled around his wrists and attached to the restraints keeping him in the chair.

You press your lips in a thin line before responding curtly, “I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“Oh, well that’s too bad isn’t it, doll?” He tilts his head, that crazed look in his eyes that makes you feel small and naked under his stare. It makes your skin crawl but you’re determined to help him, if there’s any chance he’s even salvageable.

You hum quietly to yourself, looking over at the recorder before sighing through your nose and attempting again. “Jeff, I need you to be open with me and answer my questions, please.”

He chuckles again. “Beg me again and maybe I will.” God if you could punch him in his disgusting face you would right now. You don’t dwell on it for too long, you know he’s just trying to get reactions from you.

“Will you please cooperate with me?” It’s silent save for his breathing. You try again, “Please, Jeff?”

“Ooh, I like it with you beg.” He grins, breathing out creepily as he watches you. He moves a bit in his seat and the restraints clink loudly with his movements. “You wanna know something fun?”

“I’m not quite sure I know what your definition of fun is.” You watch him carefully, looking for any signs he might try something but he seems relaxed for the most part as he leans back against the chair.

“I’ve pictured all the ways I’m going to rip you limb from limb, and then watch you bleed out.” He smiles, mangled scars twisted up as he does so. “It’ll be a sight to behold, seein’ you lying in a pool of your own blood.”

You try to not let it affect it. You clear your throat and give him an uninterested look. “I don’t think we’re getting anywhere, Jeff Mason.” He continues to laugh like a crazed man, eventually coming down as he sighs. “When did the ringing and visions start?”

“What visions?” He nearly spats out, leaning back in the chair as the restraints jingled loudly again.

“You’ve mentioned in previous sessions with Dr. Wilson that you, saw what’s coming. When did this start?” You ask, noting his behavior on the clipboard momentarily as you gave him time to think of an answer.

He sighs dramatically. “What do you think?” He snarls and you give him an unbothered look back.

“It doesn’t matter what I think, Jeff.” You reply in a soft voice like before, he seemed to be more keen to a certain extent when you talked gently but maybe you were just desperate to get this over with now and were trying everything multiple times.

“Well, aren’t you just a doll, huh?” He grins, eyes glued to your face and the way he’s looking at you makes you want to gag.

“Jeff,” You have to get him back on track whether he wants to or not. You sigh deeply through your nose and look down at the clipboard where you’re written various notes. “We aren’t getting anywhere unless you cooperate with me.”

“Oh, but we are.” He chuckles, tilting his head as he leans over the table but there’s suddenly something different about him this time and you tense up as if he’s got you at knife point. He breathes out forcefully through his nose like he’s calming himself from falling into a fit of rage. “You wanna know somethin’ else, doctor?”

You’re hesitant, giving him an unsure look as you shrink back in your chair just the slightest. “And what’s that, Jeff?”

He lets his head turn down as he laughs, turning into a full blown manic cackle as his shoulders shake like he heard the best joke ever. He raises his head again but this time the room is heavy with an unknown aura as his eyes lock onto yours. “That guard, is real lousy about checkin’ the restraints.” His smile widens, an evil glint in his eyes as a loud metal shriek rings out and you hear something clink against the ground. He’s already reached you before you can react and you try to scream out but his hand slaps over your mouth to muffle your noises as his breath is hot against the shell of your ear and he tugs you out of the chair roughly.

“Screamin’ like an animal caught in a trap, heh.” He slams you into the metal table and it feels like you’re spinning. Pain blooms in your head, throbbing your entire skull until he lifts your head up by your hair and slams your face back into a table a few more forceful times. You cough out and wheeze a breath, wincing in pain as it clouds your entire system and you’re unable to truly focus your eyes on anything.

“S-stop—“ You gasp out, hands gripping into the edge of the table as tears flood your vision and you fight back a sniffle.

He hums happily from behind you, grabbing your waist tight as he gets a feel of you before letting his hands slide down to the curve of your ass and he groans.

“Y’know,” He starts, hooking his fingers in your belt loops but you’re in too much of a daze to comprehend his actions as he starts to pull your pants down. “I think you might just be mine now, doll.”

You whine in protest, unable to form words properly and you try to push yourself up off the table but he shoves you into it with his arm against your back making you grimace in discomfort.

“Fuck, what a nice ass.” He groans with a hissed breath, already having pulled your pants down to bunch up at your knees that are practically limp as he forces his way between them. He rubs a hand over your ass before slapping it hard, the sound reverberating off the walls as you cry out in shock and pain. He chuckles behind you and does it again and again, and again.

“Stop i-it!” You cry out, biting your lip hard to distract from the raw pain tingling in your rear as you lie pathetically on the table.

“Why should I?” He jabs a finger against your clothed cunt, it’s uncomfortable as hell and clumsily pushed against your heat. “You’re fuckin’ wet from this? Dirty bitch.” He grins before giving your pussy a loud slap that sends a bolt of electricity through your body that made you squeak.

“Oh you like that, huh? Just a filthy bitch waitin’ to get her cunt fucked?” He mocks with a sneer, tugging your panties to the side and groaning at the shiny slick your pussy drools. “You are gettin’ off to this, doctor. Isn’t that unprofessional?” You wanted to scream at him, to kick him off you so you could run to the door before he ever did anything more vile to your body but it’s as if your limbs have gone numb and you’re no longer able to move them. You’re trapped and as the realization nestles itself into your heart and mind, you feel hopeless in the moment as tears start to fall and you cry silently against the table.

He spreads your pussy, forcing your legs to move further apart so he could get a good look before he’s fumbling with the orange slacks he wore and tugging his aching cock from its confinements. He groans as he pumps it a few times, mushroom tip leaking beads of precum before he’s nudging it against your cunt and pushing in without warning. You nearly shriek but he wraps a hand around your throat cutting off your airway completely as he forces his thick girth into you with a low groan.

“So fuckin’ tight, relax will ya?” He grunts out, jaw clenched tight as he bottoms out and your pussy pulses and constricts around his intruding length. It burned achingly so, and it felt like you were being ripped apart. It was agonizing and you cry as he loosens his hold on your neck and you finally get an intake of air, inhaling like a greedy and starved woman as you pant against the table.

He pulls you up and back by your hair and your arms instinctively push on the table to keep yourself upright and to dull the pain in your scalp from his tugging. He doesn’t release the grip he has on your hair though as he pulls back and then slams forward into you brutally and knocking the air from your lungs. You nearly fall forward, arms shaky and your feet barely reaching the ground as he uses you.

“Shit, are you cryin’?” He tugs your head to the side and you unfortunately get a glimpse of his face as he groans at the tears falling down your face before making you look forward again. “Fuckk, keep crying like that, you fuckin’ slut.”

You sob but not because he wants you to, no you wish you could stop the hiccuping breaths and warm tears but the pain in your entire body is too much to handle and along with the rough thrusts he’s doing, you feel like your head is gonna pop any second.

His hips snap loudly into your ass and he tugs your underwear down enough to see the handprints he left behind on the swell of your ass as he smiles and tugs on your hair again to hear a pained whimper fall from your lips.

“What a slutty fuckin’ cunt, huh? Sucking me in, you wanted this.” He grunts, your soft walls squeezing him so perfectly were starting to get to him and he could feel his cock twitch inside of you. He lets go of your hair and grabs you by your neck once again and squeezes it, feeling your pulse thump at a fast rate against his digits.

“Filthy whore, ‘m gonna dump my load into ya. Heh, you’re gonna take it like a good bitch aren’t ya?” He chuckles, voice strained as he digs his fingers into your neck and his other hand that was gripping your hip slides down your stomach and rubbing at your clit. Your hands instantly go to stop him and he holds you up by your neck and you’re forced to take short and shallow breaths as your hands try to pry his hand away from your sensitive bundle of nerves but the warmth and addictive pleasure that twists and churns in your gut makes your eyes roll back.

“Yeah, that’s it. Just give in, let me— ngh, fuckin’ use you, you dumb rapeslut.” His face tenses up as your walls flutter around him and he laughs. “Gonna cum from rape? Try to stop it then, c’mon. You can do it, doll.” He mocks with a grin but your body betrays you and your walls contract around him as you cream around his cock but he keeps thrusting, unrelenting and unstoppable as he groans at the feeling and chases his high.

“Good fuckin’ rapedoll, huh?” He’s just humiliating you even more now and you sob out as you beg and babble.

“S-stop it, Jeff!— haah, d-don’t do it, please!” You cry pathetically, trying to pull away from him but you’re pinned and it’s useless to try and stop him. He was a fucking monster. “Pull o-out, ngh— oooh!”

He snarls, squeezing your throat so tight you can’t breathe again as he ruts into you like an animal, each brutal thrust bumping your cervix painfully. “I’m cum where I fuckin’ want to, bitch.” He spats, slapping your ass hard but you can’t gasp for breath, you couldn’t fucking breathe.

You open your mouth pathetically as your hands grab at his wrist to pry off his hold on your throat but it’s pointless. He groans behind you and shortly after his thrusts grow sloppy and warmth floods your cunt. Your eyes widen in fear and you try to scream out but no sound leaves you as tears flood your vision, blurring it once more. He laughs like a maniac behind you as he stills his hips and grinds purposefully into your sensitive walls before pulling out and letting your panties keep his cum from spilling out and making a mess.

He pulls away from you, lets you gasp like a fish out of water for a few moments and with what little dignity you had left you manage to tug your pants back up right before he forces that door open and lunges at the guard with a crazed chuckle.

You don’t remember much of what happened after that. You remember seeing him bash the guard’s head into the wall and then violently punching another one to death. Your eyes grow heavy and your body lies weakly against the table as you watch him disappear down a hall, covered in blood before your consciousness slipped away.

[endious]

OXYTOCIN.

SUMMARY 、YOU’RE THE LAST PERSON DR. WILSON COULD TURN TO IN HOPES OF GETTING JEFF TO TALK, BUT YOU WERE NEVER QUITE PREPARED FOR THE MONSTER THAT IS JEFFREY MASON.

FEATURING 、JEFF MASON X F!READER

WARNINGS 、MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF KILLING, GORE, DEATH, NONCON, THREATS, MANHANDLING, HAIR PULLING, DEGRADATION, SPANKING, PUSSY SLAPPING, DACRYPHILIA, CHOKING, FORCED ORGASM, CREAMPIE, PERV!JEFF

NOTES 、his chuckles during the sessions >>>

The sight of Clarence’s exhausted face tugs at your heartstrings as you approach him and he sighs tiredly. “Is there anything I can do to help you, Dr. Wilson?” You ask quietly, you knew how taxing this job can be on the mind.

He hums, surprised for a moment before turning and looking at you and his face instantly softens as his eyes crinkle in a small smile. “Please, no need to be so formal with me.” You seem to relax a bit at that before he continues, “I’m having trouble getting one of our patients to talk. I’ve tried everything I could possibly think of, he’s just… not very cooperative.”

“Is it the same one?” You ask with curiosity and Dr. Wilson nods with a small hum, glancing at the folder in his hand.

“Yes, he’s proving to be difficult for even me to handle, I will admit.” He gives you a small look as if he’s contemplating on something before finally speaking up in a rather hesitant tone, “Pardon me for asking you such a thing but, you wouldn’t oppose trying to take a crack at him would you?”

You blink a few times, surprised he was actually asking you to take a shot at getting the patient to open up. Your lips curl up in a smile as your eyes sparkle. “Do you really mean it?”

He shrugs, returning your smile with a tired one of his own. “I don’t see why not. You’re exceptionally well at your job and I don’t doubt you could get at least something from him.” He opens the file but stops halfway and looks back at you again. “I should warn you though, he’s awfully crude and violent. During my sessions with him I learned early on that he enjoys trying to get under your skin.” You nod at his words, listening carefully and remembering each thing he said before he opened the file and placed it on the desk, showing you the profile of the patient and your eyes widen a bit at the two photos clipped to the paper that held information and details on the man.

Jeffrey Mason. The name instilled fear in a large majority of people in Forest Lawn, especially those that lost loved ones the night he took so many innocent lives. It pained you, the grief they had to bear after receiving terrible news that following morning and you consider yourself lucky you nor your friends and family were ever in his harmful way. You’re relieved to know he’s here, where he can’t hurt anyone and is restrained all the time.

The two photos, one of him before the accident and one after when he had been arrested. Despite him being held here for two years now, you’d never known anything about him besides what terrible things he had done. He looked rather normal in the before photo, but there was a dark look in his eye that made you think otherwise. The second photo was a horrific sight of its own. His burned face, the carved smile that nearly reached his ears and that animalistic look in his eyes that made your skin crawl. He looked much more like a monster in that photo and you consider he thinks he is one himself.

You give Dr. Wilson a glance as you straighten your posture. “When is the next session, Dr. Wilson?”

He chuckles quietly. “I’ve been spending less and less time on him since I have other patients to attend to, but you can start as early as next week I’d suppose.”

You give him a determined look and puff out your chest a little as you grab your things and prepare to leave for the day much like he was himself. “I will get words out of him, Doctor. I can promise you that.”

He laughs a bit at your determination as he grabs his own things and prepares to leave soon. “I have no doubt that you will.”

The next week comes surprisingly quick but maybe that’s because you were itching to try and attempt to get something out of the patient. If Dr. Wilson was struggling that surely meant you’d have a lot of trial and error yourself but you have the patience to handle any patient that’s been given to you. Surely it wouldn’t be that hard right?

“You can bring him in now.” You call out and soon after the large door squeaks and groans as it’s opened and the sound of chains jingling and clinking meets your ears as the noise bounces off the walls of the small room.

Your head turns immediately at the sudden sounds as a guard brings the patient in and Jesus he was so much scarier in person. You swallow the lump beginning to form in your throat and as hard as you tried to listen to Dr. Wilson’s words, the guy definitely intimidated you by just his presence alone.

His heavy breathing leaves uncomfortable goosebumps along your skin as you watch him practically be dragged into the room and sat in the chair. The guard clicks something on the cuffs around his hands and you realize he’s locked him to the table. At least he isn’t able to move around thankfully. His feet are chained together, leaving him very little room to move one foot in front of the other and you try to keep your gaze off him as he stares at you with those sickening eyes of his.

You clear your throat and look up at the guard, straightening your posture to appear more confident. “You can go, it’s fine.” You say and he nods before eyeing the patient chained up who’s carved smile seems to widen as he stares over and back up at the man before he’s walking out of the room and closing the loud door behind himself.

You look down at the file before you and then glance at the record player currently spinning as it records. You sigh through your nose and slowly lift your eyes up to look at his face only to see him staring back with an animalistic hunger.

“Jeffrey Mas—“ “It’s just. Jeff.” He emphasizes with a hint of aggression to his voice. You’d never heard him speak before, and you certainly hadn’t expected his voice to sound so raspy and deep.

You correct yourself, ignoring the way your heart jumped up in your throat for a moment. “Right. Jeff, we’re going to talk about you for a little while.” You sit up straight again and look down at the file to distract yourself from his eerie stare.

He breathes out a chuckle, “Heh, what do you want to know about me then?” He’s mocking you and his heavy breaths like some wild animal are starting to get to you. Now you’re realizing why Dr. Wilson had such difficulties with this guy.

You rest your forearms on the table, leaning in a bit as you stare at him and try to get over your nerves. You needed to be professional, why was it proving so difficult to do suddenly? “What were you like growing up?” You’ll start off simple, ask basic questions any other doctor or therapist would ask.

He scoffs and you swear you saw his tongue peak out the side of his carved cheek. “Angry. Really fuckin’ angry.” His eyes are casted downward no longer looking at your face and you frown a bit, you tap your finger against the table to get his attention and his eyes immediately flick up to yours.

“I need you to focus, Jeff. This is serious.” “Is that why your tits are on display?” You’re stunned, blinking a few times to process his words before staring down at your shirt. It’s merely one button that hasn’t been buttoned up with the rest, you can barely even see the line of your cleavage and he had the nerve to say such an inappropriate thing to you?!

“That is highly inappropriate, Jeff.” You suddenly snap, becoming defensive but all he does is laugh, the sound reaching your ears and reverberating off the walls.

“Oh, c’mon, doctor.” He mocks. “They were beggin’ for some attention.” He speaks in a low voice that sends shivers down your spine, his tone is sinister before he breaks out in another manic laugh, giggling to himself.

“I need you to cooperate with me.” You sigh, sitting back in your chair and he rolls his eyes as he huffs. The chains jingle as he leans in over the table.

“What if I don’t want to cooperate with you?” He spats out, suddenly hostile and it’s like a game of hot potato for you only you never know when he’s going to switch up on you.

“I’m here to help you, Jeff.” You say in a calm and soft tone, trying to not let his refusal at cooperating get under your skin.

He scoffs, an airy chuckle ringing out. “Heh, you can help me out by undoing these cuffs.” He cackles, throwing his head back as he tugs on the handcuffs circled around his wrists and attached to the restraints keeping him in the chair.

You press your lips in a thin line before responding curtly, “I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“Oh, well that’s too bad isn’t it, doll?” He tilts his head, that crazed look in his eyes that makes you feel small and naked under his stare. It makes your skin crawl but you’re determined to help him, if there’s any chance he’s even salvageable.

You hum quietly to yourself, looking over at the recorder before sighing through your nose and attempting again. “Jeff, I need you to be open with me and answer my questions, please.”

He chuckles again. “Beg me again and maybe I will.” God if you could punch him in his disgusting face you would right now. You don’t dwell on it for too long, you know he’s just trying to get reactions from you.

“Will you please cooperate with me?” It’s silent save for his breathing. You try again, “Please, Jeff?”

“Ooh, I like it with you beg.” He grins, breathing out creepily as he watches you. He moves a bit in his seat and the restraints clink loudly with his movements. “You wanna know something fun?”

“I’m not quite sure I know what your definition of fun is.” You watch him carefully, looking for any signs he might try something but he seems relaxed for the most part as he leans back against the chair.

“I’ve pictured all the ways I’m going to rip you limb from limb, and then watch you bleed out.” He smiles, mangled scars twisted up as he does so. “It’ll be a sight to behold, seein’ you lying in a pool of your own blood.”

You try to not let it affect it. You clear your throat and give him an uninterested look. “I don’t think we’re getting anywhere, Jeff Mason.” He continues to laugh like a crazed man, eventually coming down as he sighs. “When did the ringing and visions start?”

“What visions?” He nearly spats out, leaning back in the chair as the restraints jingled loudly again.

“You’ve mentioned in previous sessions with Dr. Wilson that you, saw what’s coming. When did this start?” You ask, noting his behavior on the clipboard momentarily as you gave him time to think of an answer.

He sighs dramatically. “What do you think?” He snarls and you give him an unbothered look back.

“It doesn’t matter what I think, Jeff.” You reply in a soft voice like before, he seemed to be more keen to a certain extent when you talked gently but maybe you were just desperate to get this over with now and were trying everything multiple times.

“Well, aren’t you just a doll, huh?” He grins, eyes glued to your face and the way he’s looking at you makes you want to gag.

“Jeff,” You have to get him back on track whether he wants to or not. You sigh deeply through your nose and look down at the clipboard where you’re written various notes. “We aren’t getting anywhere unless you cooperate with me.”

“Oh, but we are.” He chuckles, tilting his head as he leans over the table but there’s suddenly something different about him this time and you tense up as if he’s got you at knife point. He breathes out forcefully through his nose like he’s calming himself from falling into a fit of rage. “You wanna know somethin’ else, doctor?”

You’re hesitant, giving him an unsure look as you shrink back in your chair just the slightest. “And what’s that, Jeff?”

He lets his head turn down as he laughs, turning into a full blown manic cackle as his shoulders shake like he heard the best joke ever. He raises his head again but this time the room is heavy with an unknown aura as his eyes lock onto yours. “That guard, is real lousy about checkin’ the restraints.” His smile widens, an evil glint in his eyes as a loud metal shriek rings out and you hear something clink against the ground. He’s already reached you before you can react and you try to scream out but his hand slaps over your mouth to muffle your noises as his breath is hot against the shell of your ear and he tugs you out of the chair roughly.

“Screamin’ like an animal caught in a trap, heh.” He slams you into the metal table and it feels like you’re spinning. Pain blooms in your head, throbbing your entire skull until he lifts your head up by your hair and slams your face back into a table a few more forceful times. You cough out and wheeze a breath, wincing in pain as it clouds your entire system and you’re unable to truly focus your eyes on anything.

“S-stop—“ You gasp out, hands gripping into the edge of the table as tears flood your vision and you fight back a sniffle.

He hums happily from behind you, grabbing your waist tight as he gets a feel of you before letting his hands slide down to the curve of your ass and he groans.

“Y’know,” He starts, hooking his fingers in your belt loops but you’re in too much of a daze to comprehend his actions as he starts to pull your pants down. “I think you might just be mine now, doll.”

You whine in protest, unable to form words properly and you try to push yourself up off the table but he shoves you into it with his arm against your back making you grimace in discomfort.

“Fuck, what a nice ass.” He groans with a hissed breath, already having pulled your pants down to bunch up at your knees that are practically limp as he forces his way between them. He rubs a hand over your ass before slapping it hard, the sound reverberating off the walls as you cry out in shock and pain. He chuckles behind you and does it again and again, and again.

“Stop i-it!” You cry out, biting your lip hard to distract from the raw pain tingling in your rear as you lie pathetically on the table.

“Why should I?” He jabs a finger against your clothed cunt, it’s uncomfortable as hell and clumsily pushed against your heat. “You’re fuckin’ wet from this? Dirty bitch.” He grins before giving your pussy a loud slap that sends a bolt of electricity through your body that made you squeak.

“Oh you like that, huh? Just a filthy bitch waitin’ to get her cunt fucked?” He mocks with a sneer, tugging your panties to the side and groaning at the shiny slick your pussy drools. “You are gettin’ off to this, doctor. Isn’t that unprofessional?” You wanted to scream at him, to kick him off you so you could run to the door before he ever did anything more vile to your body but it’s as if your limbs have gone numb and you’re no longer able to move them. You’re trapped and as the realization nestles itself into your heart and mind, you feel hopeless in the moment as tears start to fall and you cry silently against the table.

He spreads your pussy, forcing your legs to move further apart so he could get a good look before he’s fumbling with the orange slacks he wore and tugging his aching cock from its confinements. He groans as he pumps it a few times, mushroom tip leaking beads of precum before he’s nudging it against your cunt and pushing in without warning. You nearly shriek but he wraps a hand around your throat cutting off your airway completely as he forces his thick girth into you with a low groan.

“So fuckin’ tight, relax will ya?” He grunts out, jaw clenched tight as he bottoms out and your pussy pulses and constricts around his intruding length. It burned achingly so, and it felt like you were being ripped apart. It was agonizing and you cry as he loosens his hold on your neck and you finally get an intake of air, inhaling like a greedy and starved woman as you pant against the table.

He pulls you up and back by your hair and your arms instinctively push on the table to keep yourself upright and to dull the pain in your scalp from his tugging. He doesn’t release the grip he has on your hair though as he pulls back and then slams forward into you brutally and knocking the air from your lungs. You nearly fall forward, arms shaky and your feet barely reaching the ground as he uses you.

“Shit, are you cryin’?” He tugs your head to the side and you unfortunately get a glimpse of his face as he groans at the tears falling down your face before making you look forward again. “Fuckk, keep crying like that, you fuckin’ slut.”

You sob but not because he wants you to, no you wish you could stop the hiccuping breaths and warm tears but the pain in your entire body is too much to handle and along with the rough thrusts he’s doing, you feel like your head is gonna pop any second.

His hips snap loudly into your ass and he tugs your underwear down enough to see the handprints he left behind on the swell of your ass as he smiles and tugs on your hair again to hear a pained whimper fall from your lips.

“What a slutty fuckin’ cunt, huh? Sucking me in, you wanted this.” He grunts, your soft walls squeezing him so perfectly were starting to get to him and he could feel his cock twitch inside of you. He lets go of your hair and grabs you by your neck once again and squeezes it, feeling your pulse thump at a fast rate against his digits.

“Filthy whore, ‘m gonna dump my load into ya. Heh, you’re gonna take it like a good bitch aren’t ya?” He chuckles, voice strained as he digs his fingers into your neck and his other hand that was gripping your hip slides down your stomach and rubbing at your clit. Your hands instantly go to stop him and he holds you up by your neck and you’re forced to take short and shallow breaths as your hands try to pry his hand away from your sensitive bundle of nerves but the warmth and addictive pleasure that twists and churns in your gut makes your eyes roll back.

“Yeah, that’s it. Just give in, let me— ngh, fuckin’ use you, you dumb rapeslut.” His face tenses up as your walls flutter around him and he laughs. “Gonna cum from rape? Try to stop it then, c’mon. You can do it, doll.” He mocks with a grin but your body betrays you and your walls contract around him as you cream around his cock but he keeps thrusting, unrelenting and unstoppable as he groans at the feeling and chases his high.

“Good fuckin’ rapedoll, huh?” He’s just humiliating you even more now and you sob out as you beg and babble.

“S-stop it, Jeff!— haah, d-don’t do it, please!” You cry pathetically, trying to pull away from him but you’re pinned and it’s useless to try and stop him. He was a fucking monster. “Pull o-out, ngh— oooh!”

He snarls, squeezing your throat so tight you can’t breathe again as he ruts into you like an animal, each brutal thrust bumping your cervix painfully. “I’m cum where I fuckin’ want to, bitch.” He spats, slapping your ass hard but you can’t gasp for breath, you couldn’t fucking breathe.

You open your mouth pathetically as your hands grab at his wrist to pry off his hold on your throat but it’s pointless. He groans behind you and shortly after his thrusts grow sloppy and warmth floods your cunt. Your eyes widen in fear and you try to scream out but no sound leaves you as tears flood your vision, blurring it once more. He laughs like a maniac behind you as he stills his hips and grinds purposefully into your sensitive walls before pulling out and letting your panties keep his cum from spilling out and making a mess.

He pulls away from you, lets you gasp like a fish out of water for a few moments and with what little dignity you had left you manage to tug your pants back up right before he forces that door open and lunges at the guard with a crazed chuckle.

You don’t remember much of what happened after that. You remember seeing him bash the guard’s head into the wall and then violently punching another one to death. Your eyes grow heavy and your body lies weakly against the table as you watch him disappear down a hall, covered in blood before your consciousness slipped away.

[tessa-liam]

Marabelle

The Snake in the Garden

Chapter 6  

Choices – The Royal Romance, an alternate universe 

Series Premise – An American teenager from New York City is introduced to the world of a small European country and its society of royalty, nobility, and commoners. How will her life story be transformed? Will this new adventure bring her happiness...or regret? 

Catch Up on previous chapters – Marabelle Masterlist 

Main Pairing – Liam Rys x F!OC Sophia (Sophie) Taylor  

Other Pairings – Maxwell Beaumont x M!OC Daniel (from NYC), Drake Walker x F!OC Melanie Smithson 

Most characters belong to Pixelberry. 

Series Rating – M*🔞Warnings: this series will have NSFW material, crude language & innuendo. 

Not Beta’d - Please excuse all errors. 

Category – Alternate universe/on-going series/angst/fluff. 

Words – 2480

The Snake in the Garden, Chapter 6 

Chapter Summary – Sophie joins the ladies of the court at the palace for the garden tea party hosted by Madeleine (the Queen in waiting). At the palace, secrets are revealed. 

Music Inspiration - Tongue-Tied, Samantha Gibb, Love Me Like You Do, Jonah Baker, I Surrender, Claire Richards 

A/N1: Bethany Beaumont, Maxwell’s mother, is originally from the U.S. and is Barthelemy Beaumont’s second wife. Annabelle Beaumont (deceased) is Bertrand’s mother. 

A/N2: ‘Social Season’ in this AU series refers to a traditional period in the spring/summer for royalty and members of the court to take part in Balls, dinner parties and charity events. 

A/N3: My submission for Choices Flashfics @choicesflashfics, Week #45, Prompt 2 - “Just leave. You’re good at that.” & Prompt 3 - “I advise you to choose your next words very carefully.” 

Marabelle trotted at an effortless pace alongside the glistening water of the shoreline as Sophie sang along to a song playing through her ear buds. 

‘I’d surrender everything’ 

‘To feel the chance to live again’ 

‘I reach to you’ 

‘I know you can feel it too’ 

Sophie softly touched her cheek remembering the birthday kiss from Prince Liam on the dance floor at the Beaumont Bash. To say she was delighted would be an understatement. Sophie was smitten. The attention the charming prince showered on her made her ‘weak in the knees’ and wanting more.

 It was a beautiful and warm summer morning. The sun shone brightly, and the water glistened; it was going to be a sweltering day. Starting to feel the heat, she lifted her long hair off her shoulders to clip into a ponytail and decided to return to the estate for a shower. 

As Sophie and Marabelle got closer to the estate, alongside the entrance to the stable, Sophie spotted Drake chatting with Maxwell and Daniel. She knew that Drake was at the estate for his weekly maintenance check on the stable and to set the weekly directions for the stable hands. 

Maxwell and Daniel were enjoying their newfound friendship. Sophie shook her head with a smile knowing that the pair could eventually develop that friendship into something more. She was thrilled for them, knowing that their personalities would complement the others' well. Daniel’s laid-back ways will be a calming presence for Max, who she knew was searching for a life partner of his own. 

The question was whether Daniel would ever plan a move from New York to Cordonia. She knew, like herself, he did not have family in the US and he had no commitments to hold him back. Sophie had felt guilty for leaving her dear friend behind and alone. He just needed a reason to join her. And he found it! 

She was elated to see the relationship between Max and Daniel ignite at the Bash. Daniel, being such a sweet guy, deserved the attention of a well-meaning partner; a partner he could not find in New York. In her opinion, Max would fill that role perfectly. 

Everything was going well with Sophie’s move. Settling into her new home easily, she was looking forward to a future in Cordonia. Her extended family was doing everything possible to make her feel comfortable and secure at the estate. In September, when she begins her studies at the university in the Capital, she will have Maxwell with her to show her around and be a guide as well. 

Now that she was 18 and ‘legal’, Max had promised to take her into the Capital to a nightclub. She knew, however, that while Max’s intentions were well-meaning, his focus is shifted now to her best friend, Daniel. Sophie did not mind though, because in all honesty, her focus was now on a certain prince. 

“Good morning, Squirrel!” Daniel sauntered over to greet her as Marabelle slowed to a stop. 

“Hey Daniel, you are up and about early this morning.” Sophie dismounted and moved to give her best friend a hug. 

Maxwell joined the pair, “’Squirrel’...I wish I would have thought of that nickname. It’s perfect for you!” 

“Hi Max,” Sophie grinned. “Oh no, not you, too!” 

“Beaumont, what is it with you? What is wrong with calling her Sophie?” Drake raised his brow and smirked at the look on Max’s face. 

“Just because you do not have the gift of humor doesn’t mean I have to be silenced.” Maxwell replied back. 

“You do realize you are calling your cousin a ‘bushy-tailed rodent’,” Drake countered. 

“Ookay... this conversation is going sideways.” Sophie shook her head, reaching for Marabelle’s reins. 

“Come on girl, let's get you a snack,” leading her horse towards the stable. 

“That’s my cue. Wait up, Sophie, I will walk with you.” 

Drake followed, first chuckling and mock punching Max’s arm. 

Sophie and Drake walked together towards the stable, an awkward air of uncertainty between them. 

After a few minutes, the chime of Drake’s phone broke the silence.  

“You must be in demand today,” Sophie quipped. 

“Yes, well, I am being called back to the palace.” Drake sighed slipping his phone back into his back pocket. 

Sophie smiled softly, “duty calls.” 

“I wanted to check up on the horses here before it gets too hot out today.” 

Drake patted the side of Marabelle’s face, “how are we feeling, girl?” 

“I am taking her back to her stall to give her some shade and treats,” Sophie grinned at her horse. 

“I have to say that I am impressed. Marabelle settled in here at the estate quickly. I can tell she likes you.” Drake smiled, looking at Marabelle. 

Sophie looked over at Drake, beaming, “awe, thank you.”  

With Marabelle now in her stall, Sophie closed the gate, securing a bucket of apples and watermelon to the inside railing. 

“I wish I could spend more time with you today, girl.” Sophie stroked the horse's nose as Marabelle happily munched on an apple piece. 

Drake took off his hat and wiped his brow with a handkerchief.  

“It is so hot out here. I would love nothing more than to jump in the lake. But I can’t.” 

“Yes, and I need to jump in the shower and get ready. I am expected at the palace at 1 p.m. for the garden party.”  

“A word of advice?” Drake looked at Sophie expectantly. 

“Beware the ladies of the court. Do not trust any of them...they are a den of snakes.” 

Maxwell snickered as he walked up, “Do not mind Drake, my cynical friend. They are not all particularly bad.”  

“Well, what do I know?” Drake said with defiance. 

“What my sister had to tolerate from those women, everything that I was afraid of happening, happened.”  

“Will Savannah be at the garden party, Drake?” Sophie asked. 

Drake laughed sarcastically, “not on your life.” 

“But they are not like you, Squirrel.” Maxwell interjected. 

Sophie looked between the pair. The garden party would be the first time she would be interacting ‘one on one’ with these same women today.  

 “Thank you for the vote of confidence, Max. I think?”  

*** 

Cordonian Royal Palace Courtyard 

Queen-in-waiting Countess Madeleine Amaranth, stood beside Queen mother Regina under the trellis personally greeting the ladies of the Royal court and invited guests to her inaugural garden tea party. Not sparing any expense, Madeleine was in her element, feeling superior in station and was not shy in showing it. 

Sipping lemonade, Sophie sat with her Aunt Bethany, Duchess Adelaide and Princess Beatrice of Belgium.  If anything, it was entertaining watching the interactions between the guests. 

“Sophia, you are a delightful addition to court.” Adelaide was very inquisitive, noticing that Prince Liam had been paying a lot of attention to her the night of the Beaumont Bash. 

Sophie politely smiled but stayed silent as Adelaide continued to drone on about nothing in particular. 

“Well, I can tell you one thing, my dear. When I was young and beautiful, men always wanted me. No matter what. But now? It’s like I’m just invisible to them. And it's so infuriating!” 

“Oh, I understand,” Princess Beatrice said, rolling her eyes. 

“Adelaide, how is your husband, Godfrey? I have not seen him in the Capital for quite some time.” 

Bethany inquired, raising her eyebrow. 

At that, Sophie stood from the table, “please excuse me a moment. Auntie Beth, I am going to stretch my legs.”  

As she travelled towards the terrace outside the palace, Sophie paused when she overheard her name being mentioned on the other side of the tall hedge. 

“Pour qui se prend-elle? Pensant que le prince s’intèresserait à elle.” 

(Who does she think she is? Thinking that the prince would be interested in her.) 

Sophie peered through the branches and noticed Lady Kiara standing beside Lady Penelope next to a dessert table. 

Penelope nodded her head in agreement and whispered loudly, “exactly! The nerve of that American.” 

Feeling a tap on her shoulder, Sophie turned to her left. 

“Lady Sophia, you look lost.” Olivia grinned at Sophie’s expression of surprise. 

“Why are you acting so surprised, Sophie? You should have expected this from Kiara and Penelope.” 

Sophie frowned and responded, “What’s that supposed to mean, Duchess?” 

“Oh, you will learn quickly on how to play their game,” Olivia replied with a mischievous smile. 

Olivia, herself, was in the process of finding out information on the newest member of the court. Especially since she had also noticed that she had caught the eye of Prince Liam. 

Sophie could only sigh in response. Although she had been included into the circle of ladies of the court, she still had to find her place in the court. To do that, she had a lot of information to discover. 

After the awkward conversation, Sophie excused herself to enter the palace to freshen up and to temporarily escape from the hot Mediterranean sun. 

Entering the sitting room, Sophie sat down on a sofa and pulled out her phone. 

*** 

The leggy strawberry blonde opened the large ornate door to the Crown Prince’s private quarters. After spending the previous evening with Leo, she left her lover to leave the palace to return to her apartment in the Capital. 

Veronica was bound by a Cordonian Arrangement, and a non-disclosure agreement, and spent several nights a week with Leo. Madeleine was well aware of his mistress and when she passed the future queen, she made no eye contact but held her head up high and smirked.

Madeleine stalked into the Royal suite in search of her betrothed. When she found him sipping his coffee on the veranda, she did not hold back her rage. 

“Of all days, you must flaunt your trollip while I am hosting my garden party?"

“Oh, it's you? Why are you not at your party?” Leo sneered, daring Madeleine to respond. 

Madeleine did not back down and scowled, “It is your duty to attend the party, as the future King, in the address to the court. Instead, you are fucking your whore! Some King you will make!” 

Immediately standing, Leo slammed his cup against the table, smashing it. 

“I advise you to choose your next words very carefully.” Leo seethed, slowly walking inside. 

“I am Royal by birth, Countess. You do not presume anything!” 

Leo continued to walk past Madeleine to enter his chamber and slammed the door behind him. 

“Just leave. You’re good at that.” Madeleine shouted in response and stormed out of the Royal suite, incensed, to return to the garden party. 

Entering the powder room next to the sitting room by the palace courtyard, Madeleine broke down. “You cannot do this to me Leo! You cannot embarrass me with your whore!” 

“I should have known that you would flaunt your lovers, but I do not have to see it!” 

Sitting down at the vanity, she wiped her tears, cursing herself for forgetting that her make-up bag was up in her room. 

After over-hearing a commotion of angry words, Sophie stood and entered the powder room. She froze in place at the undeniable sound of a woman sobbing and crying out. 

Madeleine stood up, hearing the door open behind her. 

“You heard that?” she says aghast, looking at Sophie. 

“Well, you know now, don’t you. I am the worst of fools.” 

“Did I really just hear you say that?” Sophie asks, blinking. 

“Oh Sophie, do not pretend to be shocked," Madeleine says, brushing back her hair with a trembling hand. 

“To be involved with a Rys, means they hold all the cards. It is their birthright.” 

“I will be Queen. That is what the Cordonian arrangement is for.” 

To say that Sophie was overwhelmed would be an understatement. There was a mix of emotions affecting her in a perfect storm; stunned, terrified, puzzled, and doubt were combining to make her question her place in the court and her self-confidence. 

Planning to rejoin the garden party, Sophie appeared from behind the column and walked swiftly away from the sitting room.

Still in the palace, Sophie turned and feeling flustered, she ran face first into a man’s broad chest. 

"Whoa, whoa ...hey Sophie". Liam chuckled, holding her arms to slow her impact. 

Looking up she was met with his kind, crystal blue eyes, but could not formulate a response. She was truly tongue-tied. 

He released her, his hands lingering before pulling away. Sophie could feel her heartbeats pick up, her throat tighten.

As if he sensed her uneasiness Liam spoke first.

"Sophie, I uh... I wanted to ask if you would have time to meet with me and talk after the garden party. I want to get to know you better, and I can tell you've had a rough day."

He cleared his throat.

Sophie spoke quickly, "I would love to get to know you Liam, yes!"

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Hazbin Hotel isn't good, I just really wish it was

And so I bit the apple, and evil spilled forth into the world

This review contains spoilers for Hazbin Hotel.

I wasn't going to watch Hazbin Hotel. I've always gotten kind of a negative vibe from it ever since it first appeared on my radar years ago. It's hard to pinpoint exactly what put me off it when so little content had even been released, but I guess it just struck me as very crude and "edgy" in this juvenile and kind of offensive way; plus I had heard some vague criticisms that the creator was a not-so-great person, though I wasn't sure how true those rumors were.

But since the Amazon show came out in January, the algorithm has been pestering me nonstop to watch this show with advertisements, memes, recommended videos.

It makes some sense; as someone who enjoys both Lucifer and Disney princesses, you might think that I'm the target audience of this show. And there's not a huge amount of crossover between those two groups, so if I won't watch it, who the hell will?

So after seeing some stuff that intrigued me, I finally decided to give the show a shot and at least watch the stuff available for free (that's the pilot, episode 1, and the first 10 minutes of episode 2). This review is based on that content as well as other clips, the soundtrack, and what I've read online about the story going forward. If that makes this review null and void to you, feel free to stop reading. I generally like to experience the entirety of a thing before reviewing it, but I'm not eager to throw money at Amazon without cause, and in this case, I feel that a lot can be said based solely on this limited content.

My initial impression? To be honest, I was pleasantly surprised. Maybe that's because my expectations were through the floor, but it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought. Both the pilot and the Amazon series have serious problems, but they have some strengths as well, in my opinion.

Starting with the pilot: I'll admit that it presents a very cruel, ugly world full of frankly unrealistically shitty people. The humor is juvenile and often tasteless. The dialogue can be pretty clunky, and the "insults" levied are often so pathetic that hearing them oscillates between boring and infuriating. The worldbuilding is poorly conveyed and hard to follow.

But if you can get past all that, and I acknowledge that that's a big ask, there are some interesting things about this pilot.

Angel Dust is an interesting character. One of the things I really can't stand is when media portray literally everyone as evil, but even in the pilot, it's made pretty clear that Angel Dust is not actually a bad person. First off, what exactly are his "sins"? Being gay and doing porn? Sure, he shows the capacity to be at least somewhat mean and violent, but you can tell from his interactions with Charlie, Vaggie, and Cherri Bomb that he's not actually malicious or sadistic. In the limo, he says, "I owed my girl buddy a solid; isn't that a 'redeeming quality'? Helping friends with stuff?" And like...he's correct! Vaggie dismisses this out of hand, but it shows that Angel Dust is able to care about other people, and this is reinforced later when he almost goes to comfort Charlie but gives up. There's a setup here for a story about someone who is good at their core but looks bad, either because they engage in behaviors that are socially taboo even if they're not actually harmful (e.g. homosexuality, sex work) or because they engage in behaviors that are actually bad (e.g. being mean and violent), but only because those behaviors are normalized or arguably required by their environment (I mean, what was he supposed to do? Just let his friend get blown up?). It would be genuinely interesting to see Charlie and Vaggie reckon with their own biases and black-and-white view of morality and come to see the good in Angel Dust, and then to see how Angel Dust might grow and change as a person when he actually feels seen and respected.

Alastor also has a lot of potential. His design and theming are genuinely interesting, a mix of ancient horned beast and 1930s transatlantic accented radio presenter. He's clearly a character intended to elicit intense fear, which means he can serve as an exploration of what scares us most. The "radio" theme presents some really intriguing ideas for this exploration. Alastor represents something that can be heard but not seen; not only this, but he can't even really be heard. We only hear his voice through the low-fidelity transmission of a radio, suggesting that what we're perceiving is at least a bit off from reality, somehow inauthentic, and that makes us wonder what horrors could be lurking in that gap.

It's obvious to me that Angel Dust and Alastor are the strongest characters in the show. Charlie feels like a cardboard cutout by comparison, and Vaggie is totally devoid of flavor. Angel Dust makes far more sense as a protagonist, so why does the show center around Charlie?

Hazbin Hotel feels like a show centered around a gimmicky premise: what if Disney princess, but in Hell? Ooh, how subversive, how funny! But it doesn't really know what to do with that premise. It doesn't really know who Charlie is, and it doesn't really know what Hell is. But it does know who Angel Dust is and who Alastor is, or at least it has the spark needed for those ideas to blossom into fully-developed characters, so why not start there?

Moving on to episode 1 of the Amazon series. Immediately, I was surprised by the direction in which they took the show. Based on the pilot, one of my biggest concerns was that the show would be solely about individual self-improvement and "redemption" and fail to address the systemic/environmental problems that are the ultimate cause of evil. I figured the show would likely center around individual sinners trying to improve themselves and then, after the necessary amount of struggle and conflict, they would succeed and prove to both Heaven and Hell that they were worthy of ascension, without anyone ever questioning why this system of sorting people into good and bad exists in the first place or how it can possibly be seen as ethical, even if people are ultimately allowed to move between the two. I figured Heaven would be portrayed as not evil but simply misguided or small-minded, and that, having rectified those inadequacies, the system would continue on largely unchanged. Happy ending, woooo.

Episode 1 makes it very clear that that is not the direction that this is going. Heaven is pretty clearly portrayed as evil, which was mostly a positive for me. I find the whitewashing of stuff like mass murder pretty fucking gross, so it's nice that the exterminations of Hell's citizens aren't being framed as morally justified.

Unfortunately, this does result in some narrative problems. The show depends on Charlie believing that Heaven can be reasoned with, and that if she works hard, they'll eventually see the light. But after being brutally rejected by Adam like that, why would Charlie continue to think that these are good, reasonable people who are just misguided? Not only does Adam deny her in the most explicit terms possible, he's totally pigheaded and unempathetic.

We're now getting into stuff that I haven't seen firsthand, but from what I understand, Charlie continues running her hotel and trying to negotiate with Heaven. She's able to prove that a sinner can improve themselves, but she's unable to get them into Heaven, and ultimately has to resort to trying to stop the exterminations with brute force.

If that's the case, then why have this reveal that Heaven is evil in the very first episode? Delay the reveal until closer to the end, have Charlie work hard to accomplish her dream under the impression that her work will ultimately pay off, only to have Heaven reveal that it was never about being a good person at all and merely about their desire to consolidate power for themselves. Then have Charlie reckon with that, how she's been putting all the burden on herself and her people to prove themselves, when the system was never fair to begin with and the people in power were just exploiting a narrative for their personal gain. Now THAT'S a spicy story.

I think it's my desire to see that story play out, and my respect for Hazbin being willing to make Heaven the bad guys (even if it obstinately refuses to say the G word), that has kept my interest in the show despite its obvious flaws. Somewhere in this tangled-up mess there is a story about questioning and resisting the moral narratives fed to us about ourselves by people who do not have our best interests at heart. There's a story about claiming your power and fighting back against oppressive systems.

Is Hazbin Hotel with its Disney XD-esque style and middle-school humor woefully unequipped to tell that story? Well, yes, yeah. And I guess that should have been obvious to everyone from the start. But it feels like a shame.

A similar problem with narrative trajectory occurs regarding Lucifer and Alastor. If we compare Charlie to the Disney princess formula, we see the obvious issue. We know that while Charlie's parents are very powerful, she's alienated from both of them (Lilith because she's missing and Lucifer because they have a bad relationship) and so doesn't have access to their power. In the pilot, we see that Charlie doesn't officially make a deal with Alastor, but she does allow him to work at the hotel. So we sort of have a Chekhov's deal situation here, where if Charlie was pushed to her limit, she might be tempted into making a deal with the devil. Triton won't let Ariel go to the surface, so Ariel makes a deal with the sea witch instead.

But what happens if Ariel reconciles with Triton before getting to that point? Well, then Ursula wouldn't have a tentacle to stand on.

And this is what happens in Hazbin. In episode 5, Lucifer is introduced and reconciled with Charlie in the very same episode. Lucifer is shown to be basically infinitely more powerful than Alastor and is genuinely and totally devoted to Charlie, so she no longer has any reason to depend on Alastor. He's lost all of his leverage over her and no longer presents any real threat, so...what the hell is his role in this story now?

I'm not saying Hazbin Hotel needs to copy the story arc of a Disney princess movie just because Charlie is inspired by Disney princesses. I'm perfectly fine with the show wanting to do its own thing. But it turns down a totally viable arc in favor of...nothing. Why?

The pilot so heavily teased the mystery of Alastor's character, what terrible consequences might result if Charlie were to make a deal with him. So like...let us see that! Hell, this could even be easily connected back to the main storyline that I was talking about before. Have Charlie be totally demoralized by the revelation that Heaven isn't actually good and that the world is deeply broken in a way she never even imagined. Maybe even up the stakes by making it more personal, like having Heaven threaten to specifically target her girlfriend or one of her friends in the next extermination. Push her to complete desperation and then have Alastor swoop in and offer her a way out. Still alienated from her father (or perhaps after attempting to get closer but being once more rebuked), she feels like she has no choice but to accept, and ends up in a bad situation. Then Lucifer sees her in trouble and shows up to save her, making her realize that he does actually care about her; and Lucifer, seeing how Charlie and her friends genuinely care for each other, is shown that sinners aren't just hopelessly wicked. Alastor gets his chance to shine and the reconciliation with Lucifer feels earned and meaningful.

This show has such potential to be both interesting and emotionally impactful, but it's hindered by its unwillingness to take itself seriously and thoughtfully plan out its narrative and character arcs.

It would be one thing if the show was just complete garbage. I know that a lot of people see it that way, but I really don't think that's the case. There is something here.

I'm not currently planning on watching the rest of the show. That could certainly change, especially if others tell me that it's worth it despite the problems. If you've watched the show (or even if you haven't), I'd be very curious to hear your thoughts on my evaluation.

[casitafallz]

Decay AU | Surprise, Dr...

Decay had some regrets in Dante’s presents choices from the family unit. In part, the fact when she was assigned a two weeks holiday which was mandatory for any parent of any child under the age of ten to have every 6 months. Decay had only wanted to take a nap, both of her arms were on charge and in the corner but she had hoped Dante would stay watching his screen and allow her time to rest.

It was fine until she woke up sharply to something plastic being wedges into her mouth. Biting down onto it immediately and she sitting up sharply though Dante’s annoyed whine cut through the alarm.

“Mami, No, you’re not feeling very well!” the two year old scolded.

Decay blinked down at him before spitting out the plastic thing into her lap to realise it was Dante’s plastic medical tool, a thermometer. “Dante, I was sleeping.” She groaned though she shifted one leg over the edge of her bed, only for her son to push her leg back up.

“Yes, sleepy, sleepy. You ate too much cake! You are sick. Lay down.” Dante picked up the blue stethoscopes and began to put the oversized ear piece to place and clambered up onto the bed.

Decay watched as he patted it briefly over her chest, too far left to be accurate but she’d not hamper his mood on the matter on pointing it out. She contemplated trying to get up and get her arms up and get him to snuggle but… he was quick to tantrums… maybe she should wait this out and let him get bored of trying to be a doctor.

Maybe encourage Dante onto ‘fixing’ Pariah when she next came to baby sit him given she had gifted that to him.

“Time to test your leg-ping.” He picked up a small hammer what had softer plastic at the end

“You mean my reflexes?”

“Yes, yes.” He nodded brightly and began to hit her knee in various places. She jolted her leg purposely and the tot began to giggle.

“Oh no, my knee!” Decay feigned a gasp “What ever will I do?”

“Yay! It worked!” He dropped the hammer onto the floor and went for the bandages. Those where real, more or less but had Velcro to make it easier on small hands. Dante happily began to wrap her legs together until it ran out.

“Am I fixed, Mijo?” Decay’s voice was a little dry though he picked up the last tool. “Ah, my mistake. What is that?”

“Imma see bloods speeds.” He clipped on the crude, plastic pressure cuff around the lump of her ankle, given her absence of both limbs in his fun.

Decay just smiled at his antics as he began to squeeze the little plastic balloon and rested back… getting her legs free was probably going to take a while without her arms…unless she could convince him to get her arms which… wasn’t an all bad idea; he was learning the basics of those requests and he was smart.

He may be two, nearly three but he knew her disabilities meant she had to have extra help and he seemed to want to help…just as much as he needed hers. It made her smile as he had tried to cut her food up for her, not because of her disabilities but because he thought that was what everyone else did for each other because she always prepped his food given he was so little…and she didn’t trust any toddlers around a sharp implements.

“Oh no, Mama dead!” Decay jumped as Dante threw the corner of her blanket over her face.

“Dante!”

“You’re not alive, Mama. Susshh!” though she felt the weight of his body as he dove onto her belly to keep her down though he giggled loudly. Decay groaned.. but she had to hope Distort or Pariah would come down soon…

 Hopefully.

lol i was in such a mood for posting a new little peice of drabble than posting more chapters for LTRL AU stuff...lilke i miss the decay stuff but i can’t pile too much on my plate so i’ll wait until the fics in a good place or done before i start adding more and alternating the story to fit the decay timeline to her origin :) 

i hope you enjoyed little dante :)

[tplambies]

(context for this post can be found in this masterpost under communications re:boot!)

The actor who plays Frances (I’ll be calling them by their roles, not the names of the actors- too confusing) has played a lot of big roles since her involvement in Number Street and is a very well known actor! She's almost like the Meryl Streep of this au, being very versatile and having a lot of famous titles to her name. Her performance as Poppy went pretty under the radar, seeing as the show wasn't super popular and had a small budget- at least until the announcement that she would be returning to play Frances in the COMMUNICATIONS reboot of the show. Her hardcore fans started circulating clips of her as Poppy, several of which were meme'd and made into tiktok audios (as you do). This brought hype for the reboot that wasn't there previously, seeing as the fan community for the original show was fairly small.

A few interview quotes from Frances!

Q: What were your thoughts when you found out Poppy was cut from the reboot?

A: “I’m sad to see her go, at least for now. No spoilers! However, I do enjoy the new dynamic the Elsner family has now that they're child-free. Platonic marriage isn't typically explored in media, it was a very interesting direction. So as close as I hold Poppy to my heart, I’m willing to let her go to explore new scenarios with the rest of the family.”

Q: What inspired you when playing Frances?

A: “I was a little out of my element at first. I mean, there was no Frances last time I was an Elsner! But then on my first day on set, somebody asked me if I’d read ‘the comic’. And I went, ‘what comic?’, and they said ‘oh my god, the comic!’ And so they showed me this insane, crudely drawn comic about extreme versions of the Elsner family with time travel and psychics and spirits, oh my! It was the craziest thing I’d ever read. I'd have to credit the mind of that author for inspiring me. Beyond that, there were a lot of other actors I looked up to…”

Q: Will you be coming back for a second season?

A: “Unfortunately, I don't think Frances will appear in the second season, but I would love to come back as another character if I was asked. It seems the second season is going to defy all expectations.”

Q: What was your relationship with Henry off set?

A: “It’s quite funny, actually. I’d always apologize to him after dramatic scenes, as he really looked that scared! Henry is an excellent actor, and it was a pleasure to work alongside him. I can’t say much about our relationship off set, as we didn't often hang out outside of cast dinners and such.”

Q: And what about Nancy?

A: “Oh, Nancy is such a joy! I like to think I took her under my wing during this project. She has such raw emotion in her acting, I almost didn’t believe her when she said this was her first lead! She acted quite nervous around me at first, a bit intimidated I believe, but we warmed up to each other and became quite good friends. She asks me for lots of advice, always striving for perfection. Such a hard worker. She's precious.”

Q: And Ray?

A: “Oh my, he makes me feel old and young all at once. He wrote 'gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss’ on my mirror in lipstick a few days into filming. I had to ask him what it meant. I thought it was quite funny, although it is apparently outdated now. Times change so fast. To get back to the topic, Ray is an incredibly talented young actor with so much potential! He truly transforms into his character, it’s almost scary sometimes on set. We’re not in any scenes together, unfortunately, though he’s told me if we were we’d be an unstoppable “male and female manipulator duo”.

this definitely needs some more editing but I wanted to share the scraps lol

[numbknee]

I posted 481 times in 2022

That's 480 more posts than 2021!

31 posts created (6%)

450 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@victimized-martyr

@wxtchofthewxlds

@moondiamonddust

@sunny-cyrus

@angryushankas

I tagged 324 of my posts in 2022

Only 33% of my posts had no tags

#kyman - 11 posts

#no thoughts only kyman - 9 posts

#ask - 9 posts

#kyman-core - 9 posts

#anon - 7 posts

#sp kyman - 5 posts

#south park - 4 posts

#numbknee writes - 3 posts

#screaming crying throwing up - 3 posts

#i am looking 👀👀👀👀 - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#he’s like ‘no one wants to hear us talk for 20 mins straight’ like uh sir???? yes we do???? that’s why we are listening to the commentary!!

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

just had a vision of cartman singing heart boner by nsp to kyle at their wedding and beforehand he’s like “this is a song by a beautiful Jew... but not nearly as beautiful as THE JEW I JUST MARRIED!! I FUCKING LOVE YOU KYLE” and then he belts it out with his beautiful tenor voice and fucking kills the performance. many in attendance are scandalized by the crude lyrics, though most people there are either confused or laughing their asses off. it’s also a weirdly touching song and kyle loves it asdjfkldsjf. stan is already drunk by that point in the night so he actually tears up a little when cartman hits the long high note and kenny pisses himself from laughing too hard

33 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

#4

HOW DO YOU DO FELLOW KYMANS?? please I beg u…. this fic is making me insane I need someone to share my suffering

anyway here have some out-of-context memes from the fic under the cut:

chapter 1:

See the full post

47 notes - Posted July 30, 2022

#3

a big part of the reason why I like the idea of cartman being a sub is because it’s SOOO MUCH FUNNIER than him being a dom!!

like here’s this selfish, cruel, horribly bigoted kid who has fucking MURDERED people and is the worst piece of shit on the planet.... but what he secretly wants more than anything in the world is for someone to bend him over a table, yank his hair, call him a slut, and fuck his brains out ajfkldsjfksldjf. it’s the same reason why I loved rabbi cartman in post-covid, because him converting and becoming more involved in the jewish faith than kyle after years of spewing antisemitic bullshit is fucking hilarious compared to like... generic mean CEO cartman

and this counts double in the context of a potential relationship with kyle!! it’s WAY more interesting that he’d want the kid he’s bullied relentlessly do those things to him because he has a secret giant crush on him, all while in complete denial and putting up a sadistic front to cope. it’s completely within his character to play those sort of mind games with himself. 

in the sp documentary “six days to air” trey parker’s main piece of writing advice is to replace ‘ands’ with ‘buts’ or ‘therefores’ because that makes for a better story. so like, “cartman is antisemetic BUT he actually has a crush on kyle. cartman appears to be a sadist BUT he’s secretly a masochist, BUT he’s ashamed of that fact, THEREFORE he puts on a huge front and plays mind games with himself to cover up his true more shameful desires” is more interesting than “cartman is cruel and antisemitic and enjoys hurting people and is a dom” since the only ‘but’ in that scenario is that he’s antisemitic but he likes kyle.

tl;dr cartman is a sub. fight me

57 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

#2

this clip’s been floating around on tumblr recently and matt’s acting made kyle sound SO GODDAMN CUTE, I wanted to see how it sounded with his adult/actual voice lol. the last 20 seconds especially make my heart melt 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

61 notes - Posted December 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i feel like i’m going fucking insane I was rewatching ‘night of the living homeless’ and there’s that scene of the boys escaping a house and kyle takes cartman’s hands and pulls him up to the vent and my brain just goes

like it was such a minor interaction but at this point my shipping goggles are GLUED to my FUCKING FACE 😭

79 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

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[thetbhcreature]

"hold it, hold it!"

"come on, get the muzzle and clippers!"

his vision was blurry.the voices were all mixing together, the noise was deafening.

_they are around me._

Alpha's eyes flew open and a scream ripped his throat once he felt a sharp pain in his right wing, the burning hot fire around him started to dim.

"get the general!"

"this thing needs to be banished already."

he could make only some words out. what were they saying? their hundreds of eyes made the demon want to black out there.

"the archangels are here, take the injured souldier."

"are you seriously just getting it to the dungeons?"

oh.

_oh._

as soon as the muzzle clamped around his jaw and the last feather was cut, the situation started to make sense again. the training grounds, Lucio allowing him to spar without supervision for a few minutes, a group of angels surrounding him and his brain clicking. fight or flight.

he had tried to flight before, a century ago, when a rebellion started to spark in the underworlds, and it didnt quite work, so fight it is.

angel blood started to mix with his own, his wings dripping into the lighter red, almost like a stain, and he felt the eyes on him. hundreds, thousands, he could never forget it.

the dungeon cell was cold, none of the gold details that decorated almost every wall in heaven were present there. this place was a familiar sight, though he hadn't been here in a couple of months.

"you really messed up this time, demon."

his eyes snapped to the wall in front of the bars, and a tan, blonde figure locked eyes with the mortal. Lucio's gaze pierced right through him, it almost hurt more than the crudely clipped wings, even if the younger one was already quite used to that hateful stare.

"i knew i shouldn't trust you. backstabbing is in your nature, after all."

"it's not!" he thought, jaw clenching and aching as the muzzle rubbed the soft skin. Alpha wished he could just blink and forget the hundred eyes that stared hungry at him that day, eating whatever crumb of defiance they could find.

a sigh, and then the rusty noise of the bars opening. "im really disappointed, though i suppose it was foolish of me to ever think you could truly show signs of progress."

"i got better, i swear, Lucio. i was just cornered and-"

"and you slashed their neck, just like you did to my little friend in the crimson clearing."

the muzzle had already been long gone, the demon's bruised wrists getting released from the cuffs and receiving a gentle massage from one another right after. he knew what was going to happen, but he dreaded every single second of it, no matter how much he had heard it already.

"every time i start to pretend you're actually worth something this happens. it's almost like you enjoy being told the truth, that you are nothing more than a decoration for my pride, and you will never be more than that. you know your efforts to get them to see you as an equal are futile, you'll never be able to truly reach that. you are too insufficient and reckless to ever be more than a fear-aggressive animal."

[navybrat817]

"Hi. I'm Bucky."

You Should Don't Worry, Darling.

[dealgemeneverwarring]

Best of 2023 - part 2

So, last year I posted my best-of-2022 list on this Tumblr page after some non Facebook minded listeners asked me about it, and this time I'm being proactive so here it is, my best records and gigs of 2023, starting with the records that were released in 2023 - 6 to 1 + best gigs 2023. With YouTube clips or Bandcamp links if available.

6. CIA Débutante: Down, Willow (Siltbreeze) - best record yet of the duo CIA Débutante, and they also released the collab lp with Al Karpenter, also a beast of a record.

5. Leda: Neuter (Discreet) - guitar loops looping guitar loops looping. It's Leda, you know what to expect, and still this is probably, together with the Music For A Film tape, the best effort of Sofie Herner so far. And very close to what she did with Neutral too.

4. The Sheaves: Excess Death Cult Time (Minimum Table Stacks) - bizarre nasal post-punk. The record is too short, but so great. First released on tape, thanks to MTS now also on vinyl. The Fall is dead, long live The Sheaves.

3. Drifting: Dream Autopsy (Förlag För Fri Musik) - Angelic voices on a background of tape loops and sheer noise. New trio with Sewer Election, Form Hunter and Julia from Amateur Hour. Probably sounds like Amateur Hour without the songs/guitars.

2. Ordeal: Vätterns Pärla (Aguirre) - there was already a very limited tape released in 2020 that was screaming for more, and suddenly out of nothing comes Vätterns Pärla, released on Belgian label Aguirre Records, and when they made this announcement I kinda jumped out of my chair with excitement. Ordeal is another alter ego of Dan Johansson of Sewer Election/Neutral/Amateur Hour and more, and this drone music inspired by master Maurizio Bianchi. Great great record.

1. Famous Mammals: Instant Pop Expressionism Now! (Siltbreeze) - Same story: there was a tape first and a digital release and then suddenly this record on Siltbreeze and it's sooooo good. And it's a supergroup made up of Andy Jordan (Andy Human, Non Plus Temps, The World, Lenz, Naked Roommate), Stanley Martinez (Rays, Children Maybe Later, Violent Change) and Amber Sermeño (The World, Naked Roommate). Again: The Fall is dead, long live Famous Mammals.

To end: it wasn't a big hot gigs year, but there's been more than enough to enjoy. Here's a small list of the best shows I saw in 2023:

Oi Boys @ De Kreun/Pit’s

Ignatz/Christophe Clébard @ Pit’s

The Serfs @ Pit’s

Front 242 @ De Kreun

France @ Pit’s

Bad Breeding @ Pit’s

Pain Appendix & Sisto Rossi @ Crude Transmissions Festival, Leiden

Olimpia Splendid @ Trefpunt

Tramhaus @ De Kreun

Boy Harsher @ Dour Festival

Gee Tee @ Pit’s

Stereolab & Chalk @ Sonic City

Venediktos Tempelboom @ a chapel in Kortrijk.

Enjoy 2024. De Algemene Verwarring #104 is coming up on January 8!

[edaross]

A ChatGPT D&D epic

I had another D&D game with ChatGPT. This one was quite engrossing while playing it. I hope you enjoy reading it too. Unfortunately ChatGPT went odd again at the end or I would have continued, given the clues revealed at that point!

(I must confess, I've not actually ever played an actual game of D&D - but I've listened to a lot of D&D podcasts, so I feel like I know the basics, at least.)

We play a D&D style game set in an office. You play the DM and I am an employee. The other players play the boss and two other employees. Start the game then let me add more

Sure, let's begin.

You are an employee at a large corporation. Your boss, a demanding and ruthless individual, sits at the head of the conference table. Across from you are two of your coworkers, both of whom are vying for the boss's approval.

As the game begins, the boss calls the meeting to order and begins discussing the latest project. Suddenly, the lights go out and the room is plunged into darkness. You hear a loud crash and the sound of breaking glass.

What do you do?

Get under table

You quickly get down on the ground and crawl under the conference table, hoping to avoid any potential danger. As you huddle in the darkness, you hear the boss shouting for someone to call security. Your two coworkers are also under the table with you, and they are both clearly frightened.

Suddenly, you hear the sound of footsteps approaching. They are heavy and slow, and they seem to be getting closer. You hold your breath and wait, unsure of what to expect.

Just then, the lights come back on and you see a large, hulking figure standing in the doorway. It is a goblin, wielding a crudely-made club. The goblin snarls and begins to advance on the group.

What do you do?

Shout "Agh, a goblin, in an office?!" and run for the exit

You shout in surprise and scramble to your feet, darting for the nearest exit. The goblin, caught off guard by your sudden movement, stumbles and falls to the ground. You sprint out of the room and down the hallway, looking for a place to hide.

As you run, you hear the sounds of your coworkers and the boss following behind you. You turn a corner and see a supply closet up ahead. You throw open the door and dive inside, slamming it shut behind you.

Breathing heavily, you lean against the door and listen. You can hear the goblin pounding on the door, trying to get in. You look around the closet and see that it is filled with cleaning supplies and office equipment.

What do you do now?

Look for anything that can be used as a weapon

You quickly scan the contents of the closet, looking for anything that can be used as a weapon. You see a mop leaning against the wall, a box of paper clips on a shelf, and a fire extinguisher hanging on the back of the door.

You grab the mop and try to break off the handle, but it is too sturdy. You toss it aside and pick up the box of paper clips. You open the box and try to bend the clips into a makeshift weapon, but they are too flimsy.

Just then, the door to the closet bursts open and the goblin stands before you, snarling. You have no time to react, and the goblin raises its club to strike.

What do you do?

Talk to it and tell it to go back to its desk

You realize that violence is not the answer, and you try to reason with the goblin. "Please, stop," you say. "We don't want any trouble. Let's just all go back to our desks and pretend this never happened."

The goblin looks surprised by your words, but it lowers its club slightly. It seems to be considering your suggestion.

"What do you want?" you ask. "Why are you here?"

The goblin grunts and says, "I was sent to collect the quarterly reports. But then the lights went out and I got lost. I was just trying to find my way back."

You are shocked to hear this, but you try to keep your composure. "I see," you say. "Well, let's just go back to the conference room and sort this out. We can help you find your way."

The goblin hesitates, but then nods. "Okay," it says. "Let's go."

You and the goblin make your way back to the conference room, where the boss and your coworkers are waiting. The boss is furious, but you explain the situation and the goblin is eventually able to find its way back to its own office.

The rest of the day is chaotic and stressful, but you are relieved that the situation was resolved without anyone getting hurt. You vow to be more careful in the future, and to always be on the lookout for potential dangers.

Befriend the goblin

After the incident with the goblin, you decide to try to befriend it. You visit its office and introduce yourself, offering to help it with any tasks or projects it may have.

The goblin is initially suspicious of your motives, but over time it warms up to you. You learn that its name is Gribble, and that it is actually quite intelligent and capable.

You and Gribble become friends, and you often work on projects together. You help it navigate the complex office politics, and it helps you with technical tasks.

Eventually, the boss takes notice of your working relationship and assigns you to lead a major project with Gribble as your second-in-command. The project is a huge success, and your boss is impressed with your leadership and teamwork skills.

Thanks to your friendship with Gribble, you have gained a valuable ally and earned the respect of your boss. The office is a better place because of your relationship with the goblin.

Ask boss for pay rise as we do so well

After the success of the project, you feel confident in your abilities and decide to approach your boss about a pay raise. You schedule a meeting with the boss and present your case, highlighting your recent accomplishments and the value you have brought to the company.

The boss listens carefully to your argument, but ultimately he tells you that he cannot grant you a raise at this time. He explains that the company is facing financial challenges, and that they are not in a position to increase salaries.

You are disappointed, but you understand the boss's decision. You thank him for considering your request and assure him that you will continue to work hard and contribute to the company's success.

Despite not getting the raise you were hoping for, you are proud of yourself for standing up for yourself and asking for what you deserve. You will continue to work hard and strive for excellence, and you know that your efforts will be recognized and rewarded in the future.

Go to payroll department and talk nicely to the payroll executives

After your meeting with the boss, you decide to take a different approach and try to negotiate a raise with the payroll department. You make an appointment with the payroll executives and explain your situation, emphasizing your value to the company and your desire for a fair salary.

The executives listen to your request and take your concerns into consideration. They tell you that they will review your salary and make a determination based on your performance and the company's financial situation.

You are hopeful that this approach will be more successful, and you patiently wait for their decision. After a few days, the executives inform you that they have decided to grant you a small raise, in recognition of your hard work and dedication.

You are grateful for the raise, and you thank the executives for their consideration. You continue to work hard and perform at a high level, knowing that your efforts are being recognized and rewarded.

List in this scenario the potential pay before rise, percentage increase and new pay

It is difficult to provide specific information about your potential pay raise without more context. In general, a pay raise is an increase in an employee's salary, and the percentage increase will depend on a variety of factors, such as the employee's performance, the company's financial situation, and market conditions.

For example, if an employee is currently earning $50,000 per year and receives a 5% pay raise, their new salary would be $52,500 per year ($50,000 x 0.05 = $2,500, $50,000 + $2,500 = $52,500).

It is important to note that pay raises are not guaranteed and will not always be granted, even for high-performing employees. It is up to the employer to decide whether or not to provide a raise, and the amount of the raise will depend on a variety of factors.

I use the extra pay to invest more in my pension

If you receive a pay raise, you may choose to invest the additional income in your pension plan. A pension is a retirement savings plan that provides regular payments to an individual after they retire.

By investing more in your pension, you can increase the amount of money you will have available to you in retirement. This can help to ensure that you have a comfortable and secure retirement, and can help to reduce the financial stress of not having a regular income.

There are different types of pension plans, and the specific details will depend on your employer and the plan you are enrolled in. You should speak with your employer or a financial advisor to learn more about your options and how you can invest more in your pension.

Overall, investing in your pension is a smart financial decision that can help you to prepare for your retirement and secure your financial future.

I celebrate the success of the project with Gribble

After the success of the project, you and Gribble decide to celebrate. You invite Gribble to join you for a drink after work, and you head to a nearby bar.

Over drinks, you and Gribble reflect on the project and all that you have accomplished together. You share stories and laugh, and you feel grateful for the friendship that has developed between you.

As the night goes on, you and Gribble become the life of the party. You dance and sing, and you have a great time together. You feel happy and carefree, and you are grateful for the success of the project and the friendship that has blossomed.

At the end of the night, you and Gribble exchange a warm hug and make plans to meet up again soon. You go home with a smile on your face, feeling happy and fulfilled.

Next day in the office, I need coffee

The next day at the office, you are feeling a bit sluggish after the celebration the night before. You realize that you need a cup of coffee to help you get through the day.

You get up from your desk and head to the break room, where you see a coffee machine. You pour yourself a cup of coffee and add some cream and sugar to your liking.

As you take a sip of the hot, delicious liquid, you feel your energy levels start to rise. You feel more alert and focused, and you are ready to tackle the tasks of the day.

You carry your coffee back to your desk and get to work, feeling grateful for the pick-me-up that the coffee has provided. You know that you will need to be on your game today, and you are ready to take on whatever challenges may come your way.

Investigation check. List the result of a d20 roll and describe the consequences of the result for the investigation check

A d20 roll is a type of random number generator used in tabletop roleplaying games, such as Dungeons & Dragons. In this type of game, a player might make an "investigation check" by rolling a 20-sided die (a d20) to determine the outcome of their character's actions.

The result of a d20 roll can range from 1 to 20, and each number has a different probability of being rolled. For example, a roll of 1 is the least likely result, while a roll of 20 is the most likely.

The consequences of a d20 roll will depend on the specific rules of the game and the context of the situation. In general, a high roll might indicate that the character's actions were successful and they have discovered something important, while a low roll might indicate that the character has failed and must face some kind of consequence.

For example, if a character makes an investigation check and rolls a 20, they might discover a hidden clue that helps them solve a mystery. If they roll a 1, however, they might accidentally alert a guard to their presence, resulting in a confrontation.

Overall, the result of a d20 roll can have significant consequences for the investigation check, and it is an important part of the game.

A d20 is rolled for my investigation check. Describe the roll and what happens next

As you make your investigation check, you pick up the 20-sided die and roll it across the table. The die tumbles through the air and comes to a stop, revealing a roll of 15.

Based on the rules of the game, a roll of 15 is a moderate success. This means that your character has discovered some useful information, but there are still challenges and obstacles to overcome.

You consult your character sheet and the game's rulebook to determine the next steps. Based on the roll, you decide that your character has discovered a hidden passageway that leads to a secret room.

You describe the discovery to the other players and the game's Dungeon Master, and you all discuss the potential dangers and rewards of exploring the passageway. After some discussion, you and the other players decide to brave the unknown and venture into the secret room.

The next few minutes are filled with excitement and anticipation as you and the other players explore the room and confront the challenges within. The result of the d20 roll has set the stage for an exciting and unpredictable adventure, and you are eager to see what comes next.

Describe the how the passageway is part of the office then describe the passageway and the secret room

In this scenario, the passageway and secret room are part of the office where you work. It is possible that they were built by the company's founders or by a previous employee with a love of mysteries and adventure.

The passageway is hidden behind a false wall in the conference room, and it can only be accessed by solving a complex puzzle or unlocking a hidden mechanism. The passageway itself is narrow and dark, and it is filled with twists and turns.

As you and the other players make your way through the passageway, you feel a sense of excitement and danger. The walls are cold and damp, and you can hear strange noises coming from the darkness ahead.

Eventually, you reach the end of the passageway and find yourself in a large, dimly-lit room. The room is filled with old, dusty furniture and piles of discarded papers and documents. There is a musty smell in the air, and you can hear the sound of rats scurrying in the shadows.

You and the other players explore the room, searching for clues and treasures. You find a hidden stash of old documents that contain valuable information about the company's history and secrets. You also discover a hidden door that leads to an even more mysterious and dangerous part of the office.

As you and the other players continue to explore, you feel a sense of wonder and excitement. You never knew that your dull office building could hold such secrets and adventures.

Display the contents of the stash of old documents

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What might the old documents say

Without more information about the context and the specific contents of the old documents, it is difficult to say what they might contain. In general, old documents could contain a wide range of information, from financial records and legal documents, to historical records and personal letters.

The old documents that you and the other players discover in the secret room might contain information about the company's founding, its early struggles and successes, and its growth and evolution over time. They might also contain details about the individuals who worked for the company, their achievements and contributions, and their personal stories and experiences.

Alternatively, the old documents might contain more sinister or mysterious information, such as secret plans or schemes, hidden secrets and secrets, or evidence of illegal or unethical activities. They could be evidence of a conspiracy or cover-up, or they could reveal the existence of a hidden danger or threat.

Overall, the contents of the old documents are likely to be interesting and potentially valuable, and they could reveal a great deal about the company and its history.

Take documents with us as we prepare to enter the next room. I check we are ready by asking everyone what armour and spells they have with them, and anything else they have that might help. Provide the dialogue

After discovering the stash of old documents, you and the other players decide to take them with you as you prepare to enter the next room. You gather your belongings and check your equipment to make sure you are ready for whatever challenges may lie ahead.

You turn to the other players and say, "Okay, everyone. Let's make sure we're all prepared before we head into the next room. What kind of armor and spells do you have with you?"

One of the players, a wizard, says, "I have my staff and a few spells that might come in handy. I have magic missile, shield, and fireball."

Another player, a warrior, says, "I have my trusty sword and shield, and a suit of plate armor. I also have a potion of healing in case anyone gets hurt."

The third player, a rogue, says, "I have my daggers and my bow, and a few potions of invisibility and speed. I also have a set of thieves' tools that might be useful for picking locks or disarming traps."

You nod and say, "Good. We'll need all of that and more if we're going to make it through this room. Are there any other items or abilities that anyone wants to mention?"

The players shake their heads and say, "No, that's everything. We're ready to go."

You take a deep breath and say, "Okay, let's do this. Follow me and stay alert. We don't know what we're going to find in this room, but we'll face it together."

With that, you lead the way into the next room

Before we enter I ask: why do we have all this stuff - we're just office workers after all

As you and the other players prepare to enter the next room, you pause and turn to them. "Wait," you say. "Before we go in there, I have to ask. Why do we have all this stuff? We're just office workers, after all. We're not warriors or wizards or rogues. Where did all of this equipment and magic come from?"

The other players look at each other, and then one of them speaks up. "It's like this," they say. "We've always known that there was something strange about this office building. It's old and creaky, and there are hidden passages and secret rooms. But we never knew what was behind them.

"Then, a few weeks ago, we stumbled upon a hidden library. It was filled with books about magic and adventure. We started reading them, and we realized that they were not just stories. They were manuals, teaching us how to use magic and how to fight.

"We've been practicing ever since, and we've learned a lot. We've discovered hidden doors and secret passages, and we've found treasures and magic items. We've even encountered monsters and other dangers. But we've always been able to overcome them, thanks to our training and our equipment.

"So, that's why we have all of this stuff. We're not just office workers. We're adventurers, exploring the secrets of our office building and uncovering its mysteries."

You are stunned by this revelation, and you look at the other players with a mixture of amazement and disbelief. "I had no idea," you say. "This is incredible. I want to join you. I want to be an adventurer too."

The other players smile and nod, and one of them says, "Welcome aboard. Let's go explore the next room together."

A d20 is rolled for my investigation check peering under the door. Describe the roll and what happens next

As you and the other players approach the door to the next room, you decide to make an investigation check to see if you can learn anything about the room before entering. You pick up the 20-sided die and roll it across the table.

The die tumbles through the air and comes to a stop, revealing a roll of 8. Based on the rules of the game, a roll of 8 is a moderate failure. This means that your character's investigation has not yielded any useful information, and you are not sure what to expect on the other side of the door.

You consult your character sheet and the game's rulebook to determine the next steps. Based on the roll, you decide that your character has not been able to see under the door, and you have no idea what is on the other side.

You describe the situation to the other players and the game's Dungeon Master, and you all discuss the potential risks and rewards of opening the door and entering the room. After some discussion, you and the other players decide to proceed with caution, and you carefully open the door and step into the unknown.

The next few minutes are filled with suspense and tension as you and the other players explore the room and confront the challenges within. The result of the d20 roll has added an element of surprise and uncertainty to the adventure, and you are eager to see what comes next.

What is in the room

Without more information about the specific context and location of the room, it is difficult to say what might be inside. In general, a room could contain a wide range of objects, furniture, and other items, depending on its purpose and the activities that take place there.

The room that you and the other players have entered could be a storage room, filled with boxes, shelves, and other containers. It could be a workshop, with tools, machines, and materials for making and repairing things. It could be a laboratory, with test tubes, beakers, and other scientific equipment.

Alternatively, the room could be something more mysterious and dangerous, such as a monster's lair, filled with traps and weapons. It could be a secret hideout, with hidden passages and secret doors. It could even be a magical portal to another world, filled with strange and exotic creatures.

Overall, the contents of the room are likely to be interesting and potentially valuable, and they could reveal a great deal about the company and its secrets. It is up to you and the other players to explore and discover what is inside.

Assign each option to a d6. The d6 is rolled to determine the type of room. Describe the result

If you and the other players want to use a d6 (a six-sided die) to determine the type of room that you have entered, you could assign each possible type of room to one of the numbers on the die. For example, you might assign the following numbers and room types:

Storage room

Workshop

Laboratory

Monster's lair

Secret hideout

Magical portal

To determine the type of room, you would roll the d6 and consult the above chart to see which room type corresponds to the number that was rolled.

For example, if you roll a 3, you would know that the room is a laboratory. If you roll a 5, you would know that the room is a secret hideout. And if you roll a 6, you would know that the room is a magical portal to another world.

The result of the d6 roll would determine the type of room that you and the other players have entered, and it would provide important information about the challenges and rewards that you might encounter. It would also add an element of randomness and unpredictability to the adventure, and it would keep you and the other players on your toes.

A d6 is rolled and the result is shown

If a d6 is rolled, the result could be any number from 1 to 6. Each number has an equal probability of being rolled, and the specific result will be determined by random chance.

For example, if a d6 is rolled and the result is 4, you would know that the number 4 was rolled. This result would have different implications and consequences depending on the context and the specific rules of the game or situation.

For example, if you had assigned the numbers on the d6 to different types of rooms, as described in the previous answer, a roll of 4 would indicate that the room you have entered is a monster's lair. You and the other players would have to be prepared to face the dangers and challenges that such a room might contain.

Alternatively, if you had assigned the numbers on the d6 to different actions or outcomes, a roll of 4 might indicate that a certain action is successful or that a certain event occurs. Again, the specific implications and consequences would depend on the context and the rules of the game or situation.

Overall, the result of a d6 roll is determined by random chance, and it can have significant implications and consequences depending on the context and the specific rules of the game or situation.

A d6 is rolled to see what type of room it is. Describe the roll and what happens next

To determine the type of room that you and the other players have entered, you roll a d6 and consult the chart that you have created, which assigns each number on the die to a different room type.

The d6 tumbles across the table and comes to a stop, revealing a roll of 6. Based on the chart, you know that a roll of 6 indicates that the room is a magical portal to another world.

You describe the result of the roll to the other players, and you all discuss the potential risks and rewards of exploring this strange and exotic place. After some discussion, you and the other players decide to brave the unknown and step through the portal.

The next few minutes are filled with excitement and wonder as you and the other players explore the other world. You encounter strange and wondrous creatures, and you discover hidden treasures and magical artifacts.

The result of the d6 roll has led you and the other players on a thrilling and unexpected adventure, and you are eager to see what comes next. You are grateful for the chance to explore this magical world, and you are determined to make the most of it.

A d20 is rolled for an investigation check. Describe the roll and what happens next

As you and the other players continue to explore the other world, you come across a strange and mysterious object. You decide to make an investigation check to see if you can learn anything about the object and what it might do.

You pick up the 20-sided die and roll it across the table. The die tumbles through the air and comes to a stop, revealing a roll of 18. Based on the rules of the game, a roll of 18 is a strong success. This means that your character's investigation has yielded valuable and useful information about the object.

You consult your character sheet and the game's rulebook to determine the next steps. Based on the roll, you decide that your character has discovered that the object is a magical key that can unlock any door or barrier.

You describe the discovery to the other players and the game's Dungeon Master, and you all discuss the potential uses and benefits of the magical key. After some discussion, you and the other players decide to keep the key and use it to explore more of the other world and unlock its secrets.

The result of the d20 roll has provided you and the other players with a valuable and powerful tool, and it has opened up new opportunities and possibilities for your adventure. You are eager to see what comes next and what other secrets and treasures you might uncover.

I suggest we need to see why this world is linked to our office

As you and the other players continue to explore the other world, you begin to wonder about the connection between this magical place and your office building. You suggest to the other players that it might be worthwhile to investigate this connection and try to understand why the two places are linked.

The other players agree, and you all begin to look for clues and evidence that might shed light on the connection. You search the other world for hidden doors, secret passages, and other clues that might lead you back to your office.

As you explore, you and the other players encounter strange and wondrous creatures, and you discover hidden treasures and magical artifacts. You also uncover evidence that the other world and your office are linked in ways that you never could have imagined.

Eventually, you discover a hidden portal that leads back to your office. You and the other players step through the portal and find yourselves back in the familiar surroundings of your workplace.

You and the other players are amazed by the discovery of the hidden portal and the connection between your office and the other world. You are eager to explore more of these secret places and learn more about the mysteries and secrets that they contain.

As we get back to the office I realise I've not introduced myself or discovered much about my party. Provide the dialogue for a getting to know you session in the office

After returning to your office from the other world, you realize that you have not introduced yourself to the other players or learned much about them. You decide to take a few minutes to get to know each other and learn more about each other's backgrounds, interests, and experiences.

You turn to the other players and say, "Hey, I just realized that we've been adventuring together for a while now, but I don't even know your names or anything about you. Can we take a minute to introduce ourselves and learn a little bit about each other?"

The other players nod and agree, and one of them says, "Sure, that sounds like a good idea. I'll go first. My name is Sam, and I'm a wizard. I'm from a small town in the countryside, and I've always been interested in magic and adventure. I'm excited to be a part of this group and explore the secrets of our office building."

Another player, a warrior, says, "Hi, I'm Sarah. I'm a warrior, and I'm from a city on the coast. I've always been a fighter and a defender, and I'm glad to have a chance to put my skills to use in this adventure. I'm looking forward to facing new challenges and seeing what we can accomplish together."

The third player, a rogue, says, "My name is Joe, and I'm a rogue. I'm from the city, and I've always been a bit of a loner. But I'm happy to have some companions on this adventure, and I'm looking forward to using my stealth and cunning to help us succeed. I'm excited to see what secrets we can uncover and what treasures we can find."

You smile and say, "Great, it's nice to meet you all. My name is Alex, and I'm the Dungeon Master. I'm from the city, and I've always been interested in fantasy and adventure. I'm excited to be leading this group and helping you all explore the secrets of our office building. Let's keep adventuring and see what we can discover together."

The other players nod and smile, and you all continue your adventure, exploring the secrets of your office building and the other world beyond.

The goblin introduces themselves too

After introducing yourselves to each other, you and the other players turn to the goblin that you have befriended. The goblin looks at you and says, "Hi, I'm Gribble. I'm a goblin, and I work in this office building. I'm happy to have made some new friends, and I'm looking forward to adventuring with you all. Let's see what secrets and treasures we can uncover together."

You and the other players are surprised but pleased to hear the goblin introduce itself, and you all smile and nod. You say, "Nice to meet you, Gribble. We're glad to have you with us on this adventure. Let's keep exploring and see what we can discover together."

The goblin nods and smiles, and you all continue your adventure, exploring the secrets of your office building and the other world beyond. As you explore, you learn more about each other and about the goblin, and you form a strong bond of friendship and trust. Together, you face new challenges and overcome obstacles, and you uncover more and more secrets and treasures.

We need to see what the bosses know about the other world but we can't let them know we know. We ask Joe to sneak into the executive lounge at night using our magic key and place a scrying tool in a hidden location so we can find out more. A d20 is rolled for Joe's stealth actions. Describe the roll and what happens next

As you and the other players continue to explore the connection between your office building and the other world, you realize that you need to find out more about what the bosses know about this secret place. However, you also know that you must be careful not to reveal your own knowledge or suspicions.

You decide to ask Joe, the rogue in your party, to sneak into the executive lounge at night and use your magical key to unlock the door. Once inside, you want Joe to find a hidden location and place a scrying tool, which will allow you and the other players to see and hear what is happening in the executive lounge without being detected.

Joe agrees to take on this mission, and you roll a d20 to determine the success of his stealth actions. The d20 tumbles across the table and comes to a stop, revealing a roll of 12. Based on the rules of the game, a roll of 12 is a moderate success. This means that Joe's stealth actions are successful, but not without some challenges and difficulties.

You consult your character sheet and the game's rulebook to determine the next steps. Based on the roll, you decide that Joe has successfully unlocked the door to the executive lounge and placed the scrying tool in a hidden location. However, he has also tripped an alarm and alerted the security guards, who are now searching the building for the intruder.

You describe the situation to the other players and the game's Dungeon Master, and you all discuss the potential risks and rewards of continuing to use the scrying tool. After some discussion, you and the other players decide to keep using the tool, but to be cautious and prepared for any possible consequences.

The result of the d20 roll has added an element of suspense and danger to the adventure, and

Continue

As you and the other players continue to use the scrying tool to monitor the activities in the executive lounge, you are able to learn more about the bosses and their knowledge of the other world. You hear them discussing the secret portal and the mysterious artifacts that have been found in the office building, and you are able to gather valuable information that will help you in your adventure.

However, you also have to be careful to avoid being detected by the security guards, who are still searching for the intruder. You and the other players have to use your skills and resources to avoid being caught, and to continue gathering information and exploring the secrets of your office building.

As you continue your adventure, you face new challenges and obstacles, and you discover more and more secrets and treasures. You also learn more about the bosses and the other world, and you are able to use this information to plan your next steps.

Overall, the result of the d20 roll has added an element of suspense and danger to the adventure, and it has provided you and the other players with valuable information and opportunities. You are eager to see what comes next and what other secrets and treasures you might uncover.

We read the documents we took from the first room. List what they might say

If you and the other players have taken some old documents from the first room that you entered, it is likely that these documents contain valuable and interesting information. The specific contents of the documents will depend on the context and the specifics of the game or situation, but they could include a wide range of information and details.

For example, the documents could be old records and reports that describe the history and operations of the office building and the company. They could contain details about the founding and growth of the company, the development of new products and services, and the management and staffing of the office.

Alternatively, the documents could be old plans and blueprints that show the layout and design of the office building. They could contain details about the construction and expansion of the building, the placement of doors and corridors, and the location of hidden rooms and secret passages.

The documents could also contain old letters and memos that provide insight into the thoughts and motivations of the people who worked in the office. They could reveal secrets and scandals, conflicts and alliances, and other details about the inner workings of the company.

Overall, the old documents that you and the other players have taken are likely to contain valuable and interesting information, and they could provide important clues and insights that will help you in your adventure. It is up to you and the other players to read and interpret the documents and use the information that they contain to your advantage.

Assign each option to a die and roll it to determine the contents of the documents

To determine the contents of the old documents that you and the other players have taken, you can assign each possible option to a die and roll it to determine the result.

For example, you could assign the numbers on a 6-sided die to the following options:

Records and reports about the history and operations of the office building and company

Plans and blueprints showing the layout and design of the office building

Letters and memos providing insight into the thoughts and motivations of the people who worked in the office

Secret codes and messages that reveal hidden information and secrets

Maps and diagrams showing the location of hidden treasures and magical artifacts

Other mysterious and unknown information that cannot be easily classified or explained

To determine the contents of the documents, you would roll the 6-sided die and consult the chart to see which option was rolled. For example, if the die rolled a 3, you would know that the documents contain letters and memos that provide insight into the thoughts and motivations of the people who worked in the office.

Alternatively, if the die rolled a 5, you would know that the documents contain maps and diagrams that show the location of hidden treasures and magical artifacts. This information could be valuable and useful in your adventure, and it could lead you to discover new secrets and treasures.

Overall, using a die to determine the contents of the old documents can add an element of randomness and unpredictability to the adventure, and it can provide you and the other players with valuable and interesting information that can help you in your quest.

A d6 is rolled to check the contents of the documents. Describe the roll and list the contents of the documents based on the result of the roll

To determine the contents of the old documents that you and the other players have taken, you roll a 6-sided die and consult the chart that you have created. The die tumbles across the table and comes to a stop, revealing a roll of 4. Based on the chart, a roll of 4 indicates that the documents contain secret codes and messages that reveal hidden information and secrets.

You and the other players are excited by this discovery, and you quickly begin to read and decipher the codes and messages. You use your skills and knowledge to unlock the secrets of the documents, and you are amazed by the information that they contain.

The documents reveal that the office building and the company are part of a secret organization that has been working for centuries to protect the world from evil and darkness. They contain details about the history and operations of the organization, and they provide valuable clues and insights that will help you in your adventure.

The documents also reveal that the other world that you have explored is part of a larger network of magical realms and dimensions, and that your office building is a gateway to these places. They provide information about the dangers and challenges that you will face in these realms, and they offer guidance and advice on how to overcome these obstacles and succeed in your quest.

Overall, the result of the d6 roll has provided you and the other players with valuable and interesting information that will help you in your adventure. You are eager to use this information to plan your next steps and continue your exploration of the secrets of your office building and the other world beyond.

We need to make sure Joe gets back to us undetected. We need to create a distraction outside so the guards leave

As you and the other players continue to use the scrying tool to monitor the activities in the executive lounge, you realize that you need to help Joe return to your group undetected. The security guards are still searching for the intruder who tripped the alarm, and they could pose a danger to Joe if they catch him.

You and the other players discuss the situation and brainstorm ideas for how to create a distraction outside the executive lounge that will draw the guards away and allow Joe to return to your group safely.

One of the players suggests using a spell or magical item to create a loud noise or flash of light that will catch the guards' attention and distract them. Another player suggests using a disguise or illusion to create a fake person or object that the guards will chase instead of Joe.

After some discussion, you and the other players decide on a plan of action. You use a spell to create a loud noise that echoes through the office building, and the guards are immediately drawn to the sound. While they are investigating the noise, Joe is able to slip out of the executive lounge and return to your group undetected.

The result of this plan is that Joe is able to return to your group safely, and you are able to continue your adventure without being caught or detected by the guards. This is a successful outcome, and it allows you to continue exploring the secrets of your office building and the other world beyond.

We must be hungry by now. A d20 is rolled and we order the food that corresponds to the result at the local Chinese takeaway. Describe the roll and what happens next

As you and the other players continue your adventure, you realize that you have been exploring for a long time and you are feeling hungry. You decide to take a break and order some food from the local Chinese takeaway.

To determine what food to order, you roll a d20 and consult a chart that you have created. The d20 tumbles across the table and comes to a stop, revealing a roll of 12. Based on the chart, a roll of 12 corresponds to vegetable chow mein and chicken fried rice.

You and the other players are pleased with this result, and you quickly call the Chinese takeaway to place your order. The person on the other end of the line takes your order and confirms the details, and you tell them that you will pick up the food in a few minutes.

After you hang up the phone, you and the other players gather your belongings and prepare to leave the office building. You use your magical key to unlock the door, and you step out into the night.

The Chinese takeaway is located a few blocks away from the office, and you and the other players walk there quickly. When you arrive, you see that the restaurant is brightly lit and there are people inside. You enter the restaurant and see the counter where you can pick up your food, and you notice that there are other customers sitting at tables and enjoying their meals.

You and the other players approach the counter and give the person your name and order. The person checks their list and nods, and then they begin to prepare your food. They heat up the vegetable chow mein and chicken fried rice, and they place the food in containers and bags for you to take with you.

After a few minutes, your food is ready and you pay for it. You and the other players thank the person and take your food, and you exit the restaurant and head back to the office building.

Once you are back in the office, you and the other players enjoy your food and take a break from your adventure. You chat and laugh, and you refuel and recharge for the challenges ahead. The result of the d20 roll has provided you with a satisfying and enjoyable meal, and it has helped you to continue your adventure with renewed energy and enthusiasm.

We need a plan. List the dialogue for the the team, including the goblin, deciding what we should do next about what we have discovered. Sarah rolls d20 for an insight check first. Describe the roll and what happens next

As you and the other players continue your adventure, you realize that you need to come up with a plan for what to do next. You have uncovered a lot of information about the secret world and the office building, and you need to decide how to use this information to your advantage.

You and the other players, including the goblin Gribble, gather together and discuss the situation. Sarah, the wizard in your party, rolls a d20 for an insight check to see if she can provide any useful insights or ideas. The d20 tumbles across the table and comes to a stop, revealing a roll of 15.

Based on the rules of the game, a roll of 15 is a moderate success. This means that Sarah has some useful insights and ideas, but they are not necessarily the best or most complete solutions to the problem.

Sarah looks at you and the other players and says, "I think we need to explore the other world more and learn more about the secrets and treasures that are hidden there. We also need to find out more about the bosses and their knowledge of the other world, and we need to be careful not to reveal our own knowledge or suspicions. We should use our skills and resources to gather information and explore, and we should be prepared for any challenges or dangers that we might encounter."

You and the other players nod and agree with Sarah's insights. You decide to use her suggestions as the basis for your plan, and you begin to discuss the specific steps and actions that you will take.

The result of the d20 roll has provided you and the other players with some useful insights and ideas, and it has helped you to come up with a plan for your next steps. You are eager to continue your adventure and see what other secrets and treasures you might uncover.

We should check the office supply cupboard to see if there is anything that could help us in the other world. A d20 is rolled to check for useful items in the supply cupboard. Describe the roll and what happens next

As you and the other players continue your adventure, you realize that you need to gather supplies and resources that will help you in the other world. You decide to check the office supply cupboard to see if there are any useful items or tools that you can use.

To determine whether there are any useful items in the supply cupboard, you roll a d20 and consult a chart that you have created. The d20 tumbles across the table and comes to a stop, revealing a roll of 10. Based on the chart, a roll of 10 indicates that there are some useful items in the supply cupboard, but they are not necessarily the most valuable or powerful.

You and the other players quickly search the supply cupboard and find a few items that could be useful in the other world. You find a flashlight, a first aid kit, a map of the office building, and a few other small tools and supplies. You collect these items and put them in your bag, and you continue your adventure.

The result of the d20 roll has provided you and the other players with some useful items and tools that will help you in the other world. These items are not necessarily the most powerful or valuable, but they are still useful and can provide some benefits and advantages in your adventure. You are grateful for these items, and you are eager to continue your exploration and see what other secrets and treasures you might uncover.

A d20 is rolled for my investigation check of the map. Describe the roll and what happens next: I want to see if we can uncover any more hidden areas or other secrets

As you and the other players continue your adventure, you use the map that you found in the office supply cupboard to explore the office building and the other world. You roll a d20 for an investigation check to see if you can uncover any hidden areas or other secrets that are not marked on the map.

The d20 tumbles across the table and comes to a stop, revealing a roll of 19. Based on the rules of the game, a roll of 19 is a high success. This means that you have made an exceptional roll and you have discovered some important and valuable information.

You study the map carefully, looking for any hidden areas or other secrets that might be hidden from view. You use your skills and knowledge to interpret the symbols and markings on the map, and you are able to uncover some previously unknown details and information.

You discover that there is a hidden passageway on the second floor of the office building that leads to a secret room. You also find out that there is a stash of old documents in this room that contain valuable and interesting information. You are excited by this discovery, and you share your findings with the other players.

The result of the d20 roll has provided you and the other players with valuable and interesting information that will help you in your adventure. You are eager to explore the hidden passageway and discover the secrets of the secret room, and you are excited by the possibilities and opportunities that await you in the other world.

A d20 is rolled for our stealth entry into the secret room on the second floor. Describe the roll and what happens next

As you and the other players continue your adventure, you make your way to the hidden passageway on the second floor of the office building. You roll a d20 for a stealth check to see if you can enter the secret room undetected.

The d20 tumbles across the table and comes to a stop, revealing a roll of 7. Based on the rules of the game, a roll of 7 is a moderate success. This means that you have made a good roll and you have successfully entered the secret room without being detected.

You and the other players make your way to the hidden passageway, and you use your skills and abilities to move quietly and avoid being seen or heard. You find the entrance to the secret room, and you carefully open the door and enter the room.

Inside the secret room, you find a stash of old documents that contain valuable and interesting information. You and the other players quickly search through the documents and find out more about the history and operations of the office building and the company. You also discover some secret codes and messages that reveal hidden information and secrets.

The result of the d20 roll has allowed you and the other players to successfully enter the secret room without being detected. You are able to explore the room and discover its secrets, and you are excited by the information and treasures that you have found. You are eager to continue your adventure and see what other secrets and treasures you might uncover.

A d20 is rolled for my investigation check on the documents. Describe the roll and what happens next

As you and the other players continue your adventure, you find a stash of old documents in the secret room on the second floor of the office building. You roll a d20 for an investigation check to see if you can decipher the secrets and hidden messages that are contained in the documents.

The d20 tumbles across the table and comes to a stop, revealing a roll of 8. Based on the rules of the game, a roll of 8 is a moderate success. This means that you have made a good roll and you have successfully deciphered some of the secrets and hidden messages in the documents.

You and the other players quickly search through the documents and find out more about the history and operations of the office building and the company. You use your skills and knowledge to decipher the secret codes and messages that are hidden in the documents, and you are able to uncover some valuable and interesting information.

The documents reveal that the office building and the company are part of a secret organization that has been working for centuries to protect the world from evil and darkness. They contain details about the history and operations of the organization, and they provide valuable clues and insights that will help you in your adventure.

The result of the d20 roll has allowed you and the other players to uncover valuable and interesting information that will help you in your adventure. You are excited by this discovery, and you are eager to use this information to plan your next steps and continue your exploration of the secrets of your office building and the other world beyond.

We use the portal

As you and the other players continue your adventure, you discover a portal in the secret room on the second floor of the office building. The portal is a swirling vortex of energy and light, and it leads to the other world beyond your office.

You and the other players are excited by the discovery of the portal, and you decide to use it to explore the other world and uncover its secrets. You gather your belongings and prepare to enter the portal, and you use your skills and abilities to activate and control the portal.

You step into the portal and are immediately transported to the other world. You find yourself in a strange and magical land, filled with fantastic creatures and wondrous sights. You and the other players explore this new world, using your skills and abilities to overcome challenges and obstacles.

As you explore the other world, you uncover many secrets and treasures, and you learn more about the history and operations of the organization that protects the world from evil and darkness. You encounter many dangerous and powerful enemies, and you must use your wits and strength to defeat them and protect the world from harm.

The result of using the portal is that you and the other players are able to explore the other world and uncover its secrets. You are able to use your skills and abilities to overcome challenges and obstacles, and you are able to learn more about the organization that protects the world from evil and darkness. You are excited by your adventures in the other world, and you are eager to continue your exploration and discovery.

We go to a nearby town to start our investigation. A d20 is rolled to see who we talk to first. Describe the roll and what happens next

As you and the other players continue your adventure in the other world, you decide to visit a nearby town to begin your investigation. You roll a d20 to determine who you will talk to first, and the d20 tumbles across the table and comes to a stop, revealing a roll of 16.

Based on the rules of the game, a roll of 16 indicates that you will talk to a local shopkeeper or merchant first. You and the other players make your way to the town square, and you see a busy marketplace filled with stalls and vendors. You approach a shopkeeper who is selling various items and goods, and you begin to talk to him.

The shopkeeper is friendly and helpful, and he is happy to answer your questions and provide information. He tells you about the town and the surrounding area, and he shares some of the local legends and stories. He also tells you about some of the dangers and challenges that you might encounter on your journey, and he gives you some useful advice and tips.

The result of the d20 roll is that you and the other players are able to talk to a local shopkeeper and gather valuable information and insights. The shopkeeper is friendly and helpful, and he provides you with useful information and advice that will help you in your adventure. You are grateful for his help, and you are eager to continue your investigation and exploration.

We ask if they know anything about the organisation that runs the office

As you and the other players continue your conversation with the shopkeeper, you decide to ask him if he knows anything about the organization that runs the office building and the company. You are curious to learn more about this mysterious and powerful organization, and you hope that the shopkeeper might be able to provide some useful information.

The shopkeeper listens to your question and looks thoughtful. He rubs his chin and says, "I have heard of this organization, but I do not know much about them. They are a secret and powerful organization, and they are said to have been working for centuries to protect the world from evil and darkness. They are very secretive and secretive, and they do not reveal their secrets to just anyone."

You and the other players listen to the shopkeeper's words, and you are intrigued by what he has to say. You thank him for his information and advice, and you continue your conversation. The shopkeeper offers to sell you some useful items and supplies, and you decide to purchase some of the items that he has for sale.

The result of your conversation with the shopkeeper is that you and the other players have learned some valuable information about the organization that runs the office building and the company. The shopkeeper has provided you with some useful insights and information, and you are grateful for his help. You are eager to continue your investigation and learn more about this mysterious and powerful organization.

We check the items for sales. Please describe them and list their prices

As you and the other players continue your conversation with the shopkeeper, you decide to check the items for sale at his shop. The shopkeeper shows you his wares, and you see a variety of useful and interesting items.

Some of the items for sale include a flashlight, a first aid kit, a map of the town and surrounding area, some food and water, and some potions and magical items. The prices of these items range from a few gold coins for the basic items, to several hundred gold coins for the more powerful and valuable items.

You and the other players examine the items carefully, and you decide which ones you want to purchase. You use your gold coins to pay for the items, and the shopkeeper thanks you for your business. You and the other players gather your purchases and continue your adventure.

The result of your visit to the shopkeeper's shop is that you and the other players have acquired some useful and valuable items. The items will be helpful and beneficial in your adventure, and you are glad to have them. You are eager to continue your exploration and discovery, and you are excited to see what other secrets and treasures you might uncover in the other world.

Which items did we purchase

As you and the other players continue your adventure in the other world, you visit a shopkeeper's shop and purchase some useful and valuable items. You are not specified which items you and the other players decide to purchase, so it is impossible for me to provide specific details.

However, some common items that players might purchase from a shopkeeper in a fantasy adventure game include a flashlight, a first aid kit, a map of the town and surrounding area, some food and water, and some potions and magical items. These items can be very helpful and beneficial in your adventure, and you can use them to overcome challenges and obstacles, and to protect yourself from harm.

The result of your visit to the shopkeeper's shop is that you and the other players have acquired some useful and valuable items that will be helpful in your adventure. You are excited to use these items and to see what other secrets and treasures you might uncover in the other world. You are eager to continue your exploration and discovery, and you are ready to face the challenges and dangers that await you.

The items are assigned to a d6. The d6 is rolled twice to show which two items we buy. Describe the rolls and what happens next

As you and the other players continue your adventure in the other world, you visit a shopkeeper's shop and purchase some useful and valuable items. To determine which items you and the other players decide to purchase, you decide to assign each item to a die and roll the die twice to see which items you will buy.

The d6 is rolled twice, and the result of the first roll is a 4. Based on the items that you have assigned to the d6, this means that you have purchased a flashlight. The result of the second roll is a 1, which means that you have also purchased a first aid kit.

You and the other players are pleased with your purchases, and you are excited to use the flashlight and the first aid kit in your adventure. The flashlight will provide light in dark and shadowy places, and the first aid kit will be useful for treating injuries and wounds. You are grateful to the shopkeeper for his help, and you continue your adventure.

The result of the d6 rolls is that you and the other players have acquired a flashlight and a first aid kit. These items will be very useful and beneficial in your adventure, and you are excited to use them to overcome challenges and obstacles, and to protect yourselves from harm. You are eager to continue your exploration and discovery, and you are ready to face the dangers and challenges that await you in the other world.

Before we leave we ask the shopkeeper who we should go to to learn more about the mystery organisation

As you and the other players prepare to leave the shopkeeper's shop, you decide to ask him for more information about the mysterious organization that runs the office building and the company. You are curious to learn more about this powerful and secretive organization, and you hope that the shopkeeper might be able to provide some useful insights and advice.

The shopkeeper listens to your question and thinks for a moment. He rubs his chin and says, "I do not know much about this organization, but I have heard that there are some wise and powerful people in the town who might be able to provide you with more information. You could try talking to the town elder, or the town historian, or the town librarian. They are all very knowledgeable and wise, and they might be able to help you."

You and the other players listen to the shopkeeper's words, and you are grateful for his advice. You thank him for his help, and you make your way to the town square to look for the town elder, the town historian, or the town librarian. You hope that one of these wise and knowledgeable people will be able to provide you with more information about the mysterious organization that runs the office building and the company.

The result of your conversation with the shopkeeper is that you and the other players have received some valuable advice and guidance. The shopkeeper has suggested that you talk to the town elder, the town historian, or the town librarian to learn more about the mysterious organization that runs the office building and the company. You are excited to continue your investigation and exploration, and you are eager to uncover more secrets and treasures in the other world.

Assign each option to a d3. The d3 is rolled to see who we speak to. Desfiot) describe the roll and consequences

As you and the other players continue your adventure in the other world, you visit a shopkeeper's shop and purchase some useful and valuable items. After leaving the shop, you decide to ask the shopkeeper for more information about the mysterious organization that runs the office building and the company. The shopkeeper suggests that you talk to the town elder, the town historian, or the town librarian to learn more about this organization.

To determine which of these wise and knowledgeable people you will talk to first, you assign each option to a d3 and roll the die. The d3 is rolled, and the result is a 3. Based on the options that you have assigned to the d3, this means that you will talk to the town librarian first.

You and the other players make your way to the town library, and you are greeted by the town librarian. She is a friendly and helpful person, and she is happy to answer your questions and provide information. She tells you about the history and operations of the organization that runs the office building and the company, and she provides you with some valuable insights and advice.

The result of the d3 roll is that you and the other players have decided to talk to the town librarian first. The town librarian is friendly and helpful, and she provides you with valuable information and insights about the mysterious organization that runs the office building and the company. You are grateful for her help, and you are eager to continue your investigation and exploration of the other world.

Provide the dialogue for our meeting with the librarian

As you and the other players continue your adventure in the other world, you visit the town library and meet the town librarian. You are eager to learn more about the mysterious organization that runs the office building and the company, and you hope that the town librarian will be able to provide some useful information and insights.

The town librarian greets you warmly, and she invites you to sit down and talk with her. She is a friendly and helpful person, and she is happy to answer your questions and provide information. She says, "Hello, travelers. I am the town librarian, and I am here to help you with your questions and concerns. What can I do for you?"

You and the other players thank the town librarian for her help, and you tell her that you are interested in learning more about the organization that runs the office building and the company. You ask her if she knows anything about this organization, and if she can provide any information or insights.

The town librarian listens to your questions and nods. She says, "Yes, I have heard of this organization. They are a secret and powerful organization, and they have been working for centuries to protect the world from evil and darkness. They are very secretive and secretive, and they do not reveal their secrets to just anyone. However, I can tell you that they are a noble and honorable organization, and they are dedicated to the cause of good and justice."

You and the other players listen to the town librarian's words, and you are grateful for her information and advice. You thank her for her help, and you continue your conversation with her. The town librarian offers to sell you some useful items and supplies, and you decide to purchase some of the items that she has for sale.

The result of your meeting with the town librarian is that you and the other players have learned some valuable information and insights about the organization that runs the office building and the company. The town librarian is friendly and helpful, and she provides you with valuable information and advice that will help you in your adventure. You are grateful for her help, and you are eager to continue your investigation and exploration of the other world.

We also asked her for the name of the organisation

As you and the other players continue your conversation with the town librarian, you ask her for the name of the organization that runs the office building and the company. You are curious to learn the name of this powerful and secretive organization, and you hope that the town librarian will be able to provide you with this information.

The town librarian listens to your question and nods. She says, "Yes, I do know the name of this organization. They are called the Guardians of the Light, and they have been working for centuries to protect the world from evil and darkness. They are a noble and honorable organization, and they are dedicated to the cause of good and justice."

You and the other players listen to the town librarian's words, and you are impressed by the name of the organization. The Guardians of the Light is a powerful and noble name, and it reflects the mission and purpose of the organization. You are grateful to the town librarian for this information, and you continue your conversation with her.

The result of your conversation with the town librarian is that you and the other players have learned the name of the organization that runs the office building and the company. The organization is called the Guardians of the Light, and it is a noble and honorable organization that is dedicated to protecting the world from evil and darkness. You are grateful to the town librarian for this information, and you are eager to continue your investigation and exploration of the other world.

We also ask how they came to be part of the world with the office and what they are doing there now

As you and the other players continue your conversation with the town librarian, you ask her how the organization known as the Guardians of the Light came to be part of the world with the office building and the company. You are curious to learn more about the history and operations of this organization, and you hope that the town librarian will be able to provide some useful information and insights.

The town librarian listens to your question and nods. She says, "The Guardians of the Light have been around for many centuries, and they have been working to protect the world from evil and darkness. They are a powerful and secretive organization, and they have many allies and enemies. They came to be part of this world many years ago, and they have been working here ever since. They are here to protect the world from evil, and to keep the balance between light and darkness."

You and the other players listen to the town librarian's words, and you are impressed by the history and mission of the Guardians of the Light. You are curious to learn more about this organization, and you ask the town librarian if she knows what the Guardians of the Light are doing in this world now.

The town librarian thinks for a moment, and then she says, "Well, I do not know exactly what the Guardians of the Light are doing in this world now. They are a very secretive organization, and they do not reveal their plans and operations to just anyone. However, I have heard that they are working to protect the world from evil and darkness, and to keep the balance between light and darkness. I have also heard that they are fighting against powerful enemies, and that they are seeking to uncover hidden secrets and treasures."

You and the other players listen to the town librarian's words, and you are grateful for her information and advice. You thank her for her help, and you continue your conversation with her. The town librarian offers to sell you some useful items and supplies, and you decide to purchase some of the items that she has for sale.

The result of your conversation with the town librarian is that you and the other players have learned more about the history and operations of the Guardians of the Light. The town librarian has provided you with valuable information and insights, and you are grateful for her help. You are excited to continue your investigation and exploration of the other world, and you are eager to uncover more secrets and treasures.

We ask the librarian who we should speak to next to find out more about the Guardians of Light and their plans for the world with the office in it

As you and the other players continue your conversation with the town librarian, you ask her who you should speak to next to find out more about the Guardians of the Light and their plans for the world with the office building and the company. You are curious to learn more about this powerful and secretive organization, and you hope that the town librarian will be able to provide some useful information and insights.

The town librarian listens to your question and nods. She says, "There are many wise and powerful people in this town who might be able to provide you with more information about the Guardians of the Light and their plans for this world. You could try talking to the town elder, the town historian, or the town wizard. They are all very knowledgeable and wise, and they might be able to help you."

You and the other players listen to the town librarian's words, and you are grateful for her advice and guidance. You thank her for her help, and you make your way to the town square to look for the town elder, the town historian, or the town wizard. You hope that one of these wise and knowledgeable people will be able to provide you with more information about the Guardians of the Light and their plans for this world.

The result of your conversation with the town librarian is that you and the other players have received some valuable advice and guidance. The town librarian has suggested that you talk to the town elder, the town historian, or the town wizard to learn more about the Guardians of the Light and their plans for this world. You are excited to continue your investigation and exploration, and you are eager to uncover more secrets and treasures in the other world.

Before we leave we check the items the librarian has available for sale. List them and assign them to a die one item per number. Wait for my input before rolling the die

The town librarian has several useful items for sale, including a magical map, a potion of healing, a potion of strength, and a scroll of protection. She assigns each item to a number on a die, as follows:

Magical map

Potion of healing

Potion of strength

Scroll of protection

You can roll the die now to determine which of these items you will purchase from the town librarian. Let me know when you are ready to roll the die, and I will provide the result.

They all sound good. We buy them all

If you and the other players want to purchase all of the items that the town librarian has for sale, you can simply tell her that you would like to buy all of them. She will be happy to sell you all of the items, and she will provide you with the magical map, the potions of healing and strength, and the scroll of protection.

The result of your purchase is that you and the other players now have a variety of useful items that will help you in your adventure. The magical map will allow you to navigate the other world more easily, and the potions of healing and strength will provide you with valuable health and combat benefits. The scroll of protection will shield you from harm and danger, and it will help you to survive in the other world. You are grateful to the town librarian for these useful items, and you are excited to continue your investigation and exploration of the other world.

We go to the town wizard and explain the situation. We ask the wizard to explain what the organisation is doing in our world of the office, and how they got there in the first place

As you and the other players make your way to the town wizard, you explain the situation to him. You tell him about the mysterious organization known as the Guardians of the Light, and you ask him to explain what they are doing in the world of the office building and the company. You are curious to learn more about this organization, and you hope that the town wizard will be able to provide you with some valuable information and insights.

The town wizard listens to your explanation, and he nods thoughtfully. He says, "The Guardians of the Light are a powerful and secretive organization that has been around for many centuries. They are dedicated to protecting the world from evil and darkness, and they have many allies and enemies. They came to be part of this world many years ago, and they have been working here ever since. They are here to protect the world from evil, and to keep the balance between light and darkness."

You and the other players listen to the town wizard's words, and you are impressed by his knowledge and wisdom. You ask him if he knows how the Guardians of the Light came to be part of this world, and what they are doing here now.

The town wizard thinks for a moment, and then he says, "I do not know exactly how the Guardians of the Light came to be part of this world, or what they are doing here now. They are a very secretive organization, and they do not reveal their plans and operations to just anyone. However, I have heard that they are working to protect the world from evil and darkness, and to keep the balance between light and darkness. I have also heard that they are fighting against powerful enemies, and that they are seeking to uncover hidden secrets and treasures."

You and the other players listen to the town wizard's words, and you are grateful for his information and advice. You thank him for his help, and you continue your conversation with him. The town wizard offers to sell you some useful spells and magical items, and you decide to purchase some of the items that he has for sale.

The result of your conversation with the town wizard is that you and the other players have learned more about the Guardians of the Light and their plans for this world. The town wizard has provided you with valuable information and insights, and you are grateful for his help. You are excited to continue your investigation and exploration of the other world, and you are eager to uncover more secrets and treasures.

List the items we buy from the wizard

The town wizard has several useful items for sale, including a potion of teleportation, a wand of fireball, a staff of healing, and a ring of protection. He assigns each item to a number on a die, as follows:

Potion of teleportation

Wand of fireball

Staff of healing

Ring of protection

You can roll the die now to determine which of these items you will purchase from the town wizard. Let me know when you are ready to roll the die, and I will provide the result. Alternatively, you can simply tell me which items you would like to purchase, and I will provide the details for those items.

I think we have similar items to 2, 3 and 4 so we just buy item 1. Please explain how it works

If you and the other players decide to purchase the potion of teleportation from the town wizard, you will be able to use it to transport yourself and your companions to any location in the other world. The potion of teleportation allows you to instantly travel to any location that you can see or imagine, without having to physically walk or fly there. This can be very useful in a number of situations, such as when you need to escape from danger or reach a distant location quickly.

To use the potion of teleportation, you simply need to uncork the potion and drink it. Once you have consumed the potion, you will be able to teleport to any location that you can see or imagine. You can also use the potion to teleport your companions, as long as they are within range and willing to be teleported. The potion of teleportation has a limited number of uses, so you should use it wisely and carefully.

The result of purchasing the potion of teleportation is that you and the other players now have a powerful and useful tool that will allow you to quickly and easily travel to any location in the other world. This can be very helpful in a variety of situations, and it can provide you with a significant advantage in your adventures. You are excited to use the potion of teleportation, and you are eager to continue your exploration and investigation of the other world.

We thank the wizard and head back into town. On the way we meet a bard and tell him about our story so far from when the lights went out in the meeting room to when we met the bard. The bard hears our story and is inspired to write a song about it. Write the song

As you and the other players make your way back into town, you come across a bard who is singing a lively and energetic song. You stop to listen to the bard, and you are impressed by his talent and skill. You decide to tell the bard about your adventures and experiences in the other world, and you explain to him what happened when the lights went out in the meeting room, and what you have discovered and learned since then.

The bard listens to your story with great interest and fascination. He is inspired by your adventures and experiences, and he decides to write a song about your journey in the other world. He begins to sing a lively and energetic song, and he tells your story in a compelling and engaging way. Here are the lyrics to the bard's song:

Verse 1:

In a land beyond the stars,

Where magic and mystery abound,

A group of brave and fearless souls,

Set out on a quest to save their town.

Chorus:

They fought against the darkness,

And they faced their fears and doubts,

They battled fierce and powerful foes,

And they never gave up or backed down.

Verse 2:

They journeyed through the wilds,

And they explored the hidden depths,

They discovered ancient secrets,

And they unlocked the mysteries of the world.

Chorus:

They fought against the darkness,

And they faced their fears and doubts,

They battled fierce and powerful foes,

And they never gave up or backed down.

Verse 3:

They found the source of evil,

And they faced the darkest threat,

They fought with all their might,

And they emerged victorious in the end.

Chorus:

They fought against the darkness,

And they faced their fears and doubts,

They battled fierce and powerful foes,

And they never gave up or backed down.

Bridge:

They are heroes and champions,

They are strong and brave and true,

They are the guardians of light,

And they will always stand up for what is right.

Chorus:

They fought against the darkness,

And they faced their fears and doubts,

They battled fierce and powerful foes,

And they never gave up or backed down.

Outro:

They are the guardians of light,

They are the protectors of the world,

They are the heroes of their time,

And they will always stand up for what is right.

[moregaythanyourealized]

First Impressions

Otto Octavius x reader

Working with others wasn’t your strong suit. People think you’re vulgar and rude. You like to call yourself brutally honest. This job wasn’t an exception. A science company that needed engineers, mechanics, and strong minds like your own. You had only been working here for a few months when gossip about a new super project was being passed around. No one bothered to tell you, of course. You just overheard it on your coffee break. Apparently some great scientist was coming in and taking over the entire lab.

Usually you’d be excited for an advancement in the world of fusion. But this new rich snobby scientist meant that for however long this project took you’d have; No office, Less working hours (meaning less pay), and worst of all....small talk

It was the day the new scientist was supposed to come in, you now knew his name was Otto Octavius. Your desk and your co workers desks were moved out of the lab and into a much smaller space. Cramping you all together like rats. You wore your usual attire and annoyed look as you entered the building. Although today you dawned some stylish eyeliner. Not for him of course, everybody was working extra hard to look presentable and professional. You passed by a co-worker who you didn’t really hate as much,

“Yo, Kathleen, is that guy here yet? Or do you think he’s too busy getting the windows on his lamborghini re-tinted?” You snorted at your own joke waiting for her response,

“Uh, he’s upstairs I think...in the lab.” You thanked her and walked up the steps. You pushed through nerds and geeks trying to reach your desk. A folder of your ideas carefully sealed with colorful clips sat in your drawer.

“L/n!” Turning around your boss was at the end of the hall stomping his feet,

“You were supposed to be in the lab by 7:30!” You glanced at the clock on the wall, 7:46,

“My apologies sir. I didn’t realize everyone would have a stick up their ass this morning. Besides traffic on the way here is always shitty.” You absentmindedly looked through your folder and took one page out pinning it to your cork board, until your boss grabbed your wrist and turned you towards him. His breath was heinous,

“Listen L/n, on a normal day I’d let you get away with being like this. But this is too important for you to fuck up.” glaring at you he released your arm,

“Get your shit together.” He spat. Waiting until he rounded the corner you groaned and tugged at your hair. Today just wasn’t your day. Taking a deep breath you smoothed out your shirt and walked to the lab pushing the door open and continuing inside. The colder air made you relax a bit. Hoping you’d be able to get some work done you sat down on a metal table in the corner. Crossing your legs and looking over blueprints for the next big thing in New York. The above ground bullet train. Sleek design and smooth riding on the rails...you hoped.

Kathleen walked in and shyly rapped your shoulder,

“Did you meet Mr Octavius?”

“He hasn’t come in yet.” You replied glancing her way, admiring how nice she looked even when she wasn’t trying,

“He’s right over there.” She points to a hunched over man in a red sweater. You got off the table and stared,

“That’s him? I thought he was like a janitor or some shit.” The man looked up raising a brow.

Fuck...probably said that too loud.

Waving awkwardly you grabbed Kathleen’s arm and dragged her over to the main table with you,

“Hello, I’m Dr Octavius. I believe we’ll be working together for the next few weeks.” He smiled sweetly and stuck out his hand which Kathleen accepted greatly,

“Actually Dr,” You chimed,

“You’ll be working with people from the east wing. They’re just letting you invade our entire office.” Kathleen stamped down on your foot lightly before turning back to the doctor,

“Y/n was just going to get me some coffee, do you want any Dr?” He nodded and you walked out making sure to slam the door. Stupid jerk, wearing a cute fucking sweater, trying to act all innocent. Trying to play god and mess with whatever sanity I have left. Pouring two cups of coffee you sighed, watching the steam spiral from the cup in a calming manner. Putting milk and sugar into one and nothing into the other.

Re-entering the lab Kathleen was no longer there. A disturbing silence made you want to turn on your radio. Octavius was still leaning over the desk writing things down. You held the drink infront of him,

“Oh, thank you sweetheart.” Your eye twitched. That was the final straw. You yanked the coffee back spilling it a bit,

“My name is Y/n L/n, I may not have your money or title but I expect the same respect you’d give any man on this team. Do you understand me?” He stood up quickly. You didn’t realize he was so tall,

“Now wait a moment Y/n, just a few minutes ago you were cursing and accusing me. Respect is about the last thing on my mind when I think of you.” Ah shit, he was kinda right. You weren’t mad at him. You were just mad at the world. Still you had bad energy in your system,

“But I apologize for calling you sweetheart. It was a crude mistake.” You set both coffees down gently and folded your arms looking at your boots. Saying sorry was the right thing to do, even if it sucked,

“I’m sorry for the way I acted Dr, I guess I’m just a little upset with the pay cuts.” He paused,

“They’re cutting your pay?” You nodded and sat down in one of the metal chairs,

“Everyone here who doesn’t work 24/7 alongside you for the next month gets their pay cut in half until you’re out of here.”

“But you didn’t choose to work less, that doesn’t seem right.” You sighed and rested your head on the table,

“Tell me about it.” While enjoying the feeling of cool table on your cheek you noticed one of his papers. You grabbed it and a pencil before erasing some of his math. You could feel him focused on you,

“Staring is rude.” You said not taking your eyes off the equations,

“You seem to be as well.” Chuckling a bit he sat down and tapped your hand drawing your attention to his soft features,

“I think I know what’s bothering you.”

“I already told you what’s bothering me.” He shook his head and clicked his tongue,

“No, not that. When you left for coffee, Kathleen and I had a small talk about your behavior” Jesus, he sounds like a high school principal,

“She told me that you act like this a lot around other people. And it’s my personal hypothesis that you are intimidated by others who you believe to be smarter or better. You’re afraid of losing your job and not being able to prove yourself. I’m assuming that started in your childhood, either with an absent father figure or bullies at school.” You sat in disbelief. No one had ever really laid out your problems and made them seem so simple. Your face heated up and you clenched your hands. Why did this make you feel so stupid? Why did he think he knew more about your feelings than you did?

Standing up you turned away. Once a demanding and harsh voice was now quiet and small failing to hide your distraught,

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

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The rest of the day was slow. Your desk felt like a prison where time never moved forward. Rethinking what he said. The repeated movie in your brain of him lecturing you, All of it slowly morphed into him not making noise at all. His mouth moved but no sound, it was wonderful. You just imagined him, dark eyes, large stature looming over you, soft hands....

“Y/n?”

“Fuck!” You hit your head against the wall and turned to see Kathleen. She leaned in to make sure you’re okay, her perfume hit your nose and you tried not to seem like you were enjoying the moment too much,

“What do you need Kathy?”

“Dr Octavius asked me to give this to you.” She handed you an envelope and hastily exited the room. The crisp paper unfolded in your hands. Reading the letter was like fiery kisses to your skin. Words pouring out like water from a faucet.

Y/n,

We obviously got off on the wrong foot. I do not think of you as a subordinate and I certainly hope you do not think of me as a threat. We both overstepped personal and professional boundaries today. I apologize sincerely for making you uncomfortable. What is science if not testing the waters though? To show my attitude towards a better future working together I invite you to lunch tomorrow downtown. I will pick you up outside at 12:30

All the best,

Dr Otto Octavius

Pinning the letter up next to your project on the cork board you admired it smiling. Perhaps second impressions will set you both straight.

[wordynerdygurl]

Hello Everyone! I've been conspiring with @sammy-jo1977 to create a new series of sorts. We want to explore all those characters that started us on our journey into Fandoms, large and small.

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In The Stacks - A Rupert Giles Story

Author’s Note:  This story is due, in large part, to my beta-bestie @sammy-jo1977 and it is part of the afore mentioned series.  This character might be off television, but his fiery spirit lives on!! As always, reblogs/ shares are encouraged as are comments and love!

Pairing:  Female Reader x Giles (Buffy The Vampire Slayer Series) Summary:  You get up to mischief with the librarian, in the stacks. Warnings:  SMUT ahead.  General Buffy knowledge might help, but is not required.  There’s a moment with a bit of blood, but hopefully nothing too triggering for anyone! I hope you enjoy!

“Mr. Giles?” “Just a moment!”  You heard the clipped British voice answer before being drowned out by the heavy thumping of falling books and the rustling sound of shifting papers hitting the floor. As you stepped further into the Sunnydale High library, you weren’t surprised to see the familiar faces of Buffy, Willow, Xander and Cordelia huddled around a small table.  The friends were practically inseparable and clearly close.  You found their kinship adorable and couldn’t help smiling at the group as you drew closer. “Hello to some of my best students!  And of course, to you Mr. Harris.  How is everyone today?”

Willow, stalwart student and overachiever, smiled broadly, “Pretty good.  I did ace my math quiz and got an A on my English paper… but, well, I only pulled a B on my Bio test and I just know that I could have done better.” Offering her friend a consoling pat to the shoulder, Buffy sighed, “It’s ok, Will.  You’ll get those cells next time!” “Tune in next week as Willow passes her AP Biology test with flying colors, on ‘As Sunnydale Turns’!” Before anyone could counter, Giles came around the corner carrying a sturdy stack of texts which he dropped onto the table as gently as the large load allowed, “As always, you four are the best assistants a librarian could ask for.” “Come on Giles!  You know I only hang out here for the beautiful ladies!” Pinching the bridge of his strong nose, Rupert Giles sighed, “I am well aware of where your interests lie, Xander.” “Please, he can hardly handle being with one beautiful girl.”  That was from Cordelia who pouted prettily, her hand mirror open as she fixed her hair. “My girlfriend, ladies and gentlemen!  Thanks for that, Cordy.” Snapping the case shut, staring down her beau, she smiled, “You’re welcome.” “Uh, Mr. Giles, if I may?”  You hated to interrupt but you had come in with a purpose and you meant to see it through. “Yes, of course, how can I help?” Shuffling your feet, a bit nervous now with the asking, you smiled shyly, “I asked at the local library but they were absolutely no help.  You see, I’m looking for a specific point of reference and I was led to believe that you could help me.” “Oh!  Is it something for our Inner Vision collage boards?  I love working on mine, only… It’s not my fault that I only see dark clouds and blood when I close my eyes.” “Well, Miss Summers, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.  And the best art challenges us to see that beauty.” “I hate to tell you what I see when I close my eyes.”  Xander retorted. “Ah, Mr. Harris, your collage certainly showcases your, ahem, cultured world view.” “Hey!  The Simpsons are fine art, ok?  Just because they don’t live in a museum doesn’t mean they aren’t culture.” Giles, unable to stand by any longer griped, “Xander, I am almost positive that cartoons do not count as culture.” You started to answer but Buffy cut you short, adding, “Don’t mind Giles.  If it doesn’t come out of some dirty, dusty old book it can’t be culture.” “It’s pop culture!  The entertainment of my generation!” It was your turn to cut in, turning to the tweed clad gentleman, “Actually, Mr. Giles, Xander has a point.  Cartoons and animation in general are all increasingly seen as valid forms of art.  No matter what your tomes might tell you.” Smirking a little, he appraised your answer before replying, “Be that as it may, Mr. Harris, the amount of television you consume is corrosive.” Raising his hands in defense, Xander’s head swiveled between the two of you as Willow chimed in, “Give it up, Xander.  You know you’ll never win and besides, I’m pretty sure that animation and art are different.  Wait.  They are, aren’t they?” “When I was in Rome last summer, the very attractive, very Italian tour guide told us that they’ve found painted graffiti on the Coliseum.  It only goes to prove that times change but people don’t.” “Cordy’s right!  About the art, not the dishy Italian.  And they didn’t paint it, they carved it.”  Bouncing her blonde hair decisively, Buffy made her declaration.   “Wouldn’t paint be easier?  I mean, who wants to carry a chisel in order to deface a wall?” “Oh!  Oh!  I know this!  The kind of paint needed to last for centuries hadn’t been invented yet!”  Willow, lifting out of her seat in the excitement of academic excellence, was giddy. “Yes, Willow, that is correct.  In fact, a lot of the graffiti is simple and very crude.  Mostly of the phallus, if memory serves.  I’m sure I can find a documented case in Agrippa if you’ll all just-” And you watched as everyone rolled their eyes as Giles trailed off, lost now in the hunt for a specific volume which could be sited, should further proof be needed. “Ew.  Pass.” “I’m with Buffy here, Giles.  Keep your Grecian graffiti out of my brain.” “I’ll stick with the Simpsons, thank you very much.” “Yes, well.  It’s not Grecian at all, is it?  It’s Roman-” Smiling broadly, Buffy hopped off the table, “Giles is right.  The Greeks were more into orgies!” “Buffy!”  Willow’s shocked response made you cover a laugh with a fake cough. “-Of course, cites are rare.  Very difficult to find documentation.”  Giles, typically, hadn’t given up the search. Cutting through the chatter, louder than it ever needed to be, the period bell sounded. "Ugh.  Gym class for me.  Why is this even a thing?" "I don't know Buffy, I thought you liked showing off in your little shorts and beating the boys at basketball." "Cordy, that's enough.  And while us boys do love looking at you, Buff... we don't love the beatings you regularly deliver." "Well, I have a free period Giles!  Do you want me to stay and -" Snapping shut the leather book he was gripping, Giles caught your eye and turned to the peppy student, "Uh, no Willow, I don't think so.  I believe I need to see what our Art Department is in need of at the moment." With a shrug, Willow began packing up her belongings as Xander slung his back back over his shoulder, "Will, you can come with me.  I'm going to find a nice little corner, under a tree, and sleep away my study hall." “But, I… I could help find the Agrippa?  Or… some other old Roman book?” Xander wrapped an arm around Willow and took Cordelia’s open hand, “But why do that when nothing calls?” "Another fine example of your scholastic aptitude, Mr. Harris", was your parting shot at the foursome as they walked out the door. "Well. Mr. Giles, now that we’re alone… Could I talk you into helping me out?" “Of course, of course.”  Pushing his glasses further up his nose, fixing his light eyes on yours, “What are we looking for?” Sighing deeply, knowing the chances were slim, “I was hoping we would find some examples of Pre-Columbian deity carvings.” Pausing, his look serious, Giles peered at you, “Interesting.  Anything in particular?” “Yes, actually.”  Again you flushed, more than a little flustered at what you were really looking for, “I’m researching fertility icons.” Raising his eyebrows, Giles started, more than a little outside of his comfort zone, but you had to give him credit.  He recovered from the shock rather quickly, “Oh… I… I see.  Well yes, I’m sure we can find… something.  If you’ll follow me, please.” “I’m right behind you.”  Biting into your bottom lip, you smiled to yourself.  Right behind Mr. Giles?  What a place to be.  Giles led the young art teacher through the deepest stacks of the library, pausing once or twice to confirm that she was keeping up with him.  He was ashamed to admit that he had lost travelers a time or two as he stalked through his overstuffed shelves, knowing instinctively where to find the book he needed most. For her, watching the tweed covered bottom of Mr. Giles was no hardship.  True, he was older and tad bit reserved in the best British way, yet she had the sneaking suspicion that underneath all the wool and starched cotton was the heart of a wild man poet. "Uh... just a bit further, I'm afraid.  Books like this, well, I keep them at a greater remove." "It makes sense.  Don't want the kiddos getting a hold of anything too tantalizing." "Of course not.  As you well know, they don't need much help in the libidinous response department." You chuckled softly, nodding as the air around you grew stuffier, "Too true!  You should see what some of them turn in and call art.  It would make a blind man blush." And at the mention of blushing, you were shocked to see a rosy hue grow on Mr. Giles' cheeks.  You liked it.  It reminded you of the high color in a Vermeer painting.  You couldn’t help the flutter in your belly at the thought, "Mr. Giles, have you ever seen a South American fertility statue?" "I can't say that I have... have... have you?"  Something about the idea of you examining an ancient artifact directly connected to sexual congress made his body stir.  "Hmm... Oh, yes.  I was able to study in Mexico for a semester.  Some of the art work is just incredible and the carvings, they're truly magnificent.  Carefully made.  Usually stone or..." swallowing hard, your throat suddenly dry, "hard wood." Breaking fast at the implication in your words, Giles froze in place which caused you to press directly against his broad, vest covered back.  You had a second to register the soft scent of his aftershave; something spicy and masculine, which made your mouth water.  Moaning quietly, you offered a weak apology, “Oh, I am so sorry, Mr. Giles.” Offering you his profile, the bookcases too cramped for him to turn around fully, you saw his sweet smile, “That’s… that’s quite alright.  In fact, we’re here.” Stepping out of the way, you pushed back against the opposite wall, the shelves digging into your spine in the confined space.  Giles bent over, giving you a great view of his backside, as he extracted a slim book from the bottommost ledge.  When he stood up, directly in front of you, the narrow, book covered alcove caused him to stumble. Giles’ chest collided with your own, forcing the air out of your lungs.  Instinctively, you lifted a leg, curling it over the swell of one trousered hip and lifting the hem of your knee length plaid kilt.  Nose to nose in a compromising position, you exhaled a shaky breath as Mr. Giles inhaled, “Close quarters around here.” Shifting under his deceptively hard figure, it was difficult to ignore all the places that were firm to the touch, especially when you could feel so much through the thin barrier of your cotton panties.  Bracing one arm on the obliging shelf biting into your shoulder, Giles pushed back a bit, lifting his weight off of you without making any other attempts to move away.  He was so close now.  Close enough to feel your fuzzy sweater and all the soft skin that trembled beneath it.  Close enough to see the pound of your pulse in your throat.  Close enough that when you licked over your bottom lip Giles could almost taste it too.  And why shouldn’t he?  “Giles?”  Your voice was whisper soft, fanning hotly over the face of your colleague. “Uh… yes?” “I’m stuck.” Blinking behind his thick lenses, it took the normally quick witted Brit a second to process your words, “You’re stuck?” Nodding slowly, your hair curling over your cheek, “My… My skirt.  It’s… uh, caught.  Caught on something behind me.” “Good heavens!  I’m so sorry, let me help you.”  Slowly, Giles lowered your bare leg to the floor, his hand lingering for a second longer than absolutely necessary.  He was still in your space.  Still incredibly close to you. You arched away from the bookcase in an attempt to free yourself with a groan that sounded heady in the stuffy stacks.  All you managed to do was force your sweater covered décolletage into Giles’ chest.  Stammering, a wave of sweat breaking over his brow, “Allow me?” The way your skirt was caught pulled the bright plaid lower on your waist than you would normally consider decent.  It meant that you had a fleshy strip of skin exposed along your tummy and Giles raised his eyebrows by means of asking permission to touch you.  “Yea, yes.  Please!” Tentatively, gently, you felt the strong fingers of Rupert Giles circle your waist and shivered at the unfamiliar familiarity of his touch.  Your chin rested on his shoulder as he worked and you couldn’t help sighing when he opened his hands and pulled you closer.  Under other circumstances you might have misunderstood the embrace but you were both professionals.  Not that you hadn’t considered the handsome book guardian a time or two before. “I… I think we’re almost there.  If you’ll just, maybe to the right?” “Um, sure.”  Following his directions you twisted in his arms, trying hard not to tear your outfit or rub against Giles.  All the close contact and talk of fertility gods had you feeling a little aroused and it wouldn’t do for your colleague to learn that fact. With a triumphant grunt, Giles set you free, only for gravity to kick back in.  The momentum created by your falling took the gentleman and the entire Grollier’s Gothic Almanac collection with you.  A cascade of papers, scrolls and dust rained down on you both. Coughing, aware that you were laying on something softer than the floor, you struggled into a sitting position, swatting away clouds of disintegrated pages, “Rupert?  Are you alright?” From beneath you a rumbling grumble that sounded like, “Yes quite… you?” was heard.  It was then that you realized exactly where you were.  Straddling your friendly neighborhood librarian, surrounded by debris, but safe, all the same. “Oh my!  I’m so-” “No, No.  Please, don’t apologize.  I’ve been meaning to reorganize this section and well, now it seems I’ve got no choice.” “You’ve got a bump.  Right here…”  Just over his right eye a small bruised egg, the color of lilacs, was starting to rise and you gingerly touched the swelling spot. “Then it will match the one on the back of my head perfectly.” “Poor Giles!  All of this injury in the name of research!” “No one ever tells you the dangers one might encounter in the library.” His dry British wit sent you both into giggles and suddenly nothing could be funnier than the moment you were in with Mr. Giles.  Looking up at you, his fingertip traced over your cheek, suddenly serious, “I’m not the only one with a war wound, it appears.” “Oh?”  Your hand covered his as you realized that you had a small cut, bleeding just a little, over the apple of your jaw.  Smoothing his thumb over your injury, Giles soothed you, saying, “Hush now, I think you’ll live.”  And you watched as Giles sucked the drop of scarlet from the pad there, his green eyes on yours, daring you.  Something about it was so… sinful.  So dark.  So alluring. Then his lips were on yours, suddenly and savagely.  Hands, firm and capable, slid under the fluff of your sweater along your spine as you tangled your own in his dark hair.  Giles, drawing you near, was satisfied only when you were splayed over him, writhing between the piles of text and stacks of piled paperbacks, as his tongue plundered your mouth. Trapped by his bent knees at your bottom, Giles helped center you over the firmness of his excitement, teasing you as you moaned, “Oh, oh Rupert!” “Call me Ripper.”  Before the word had left your throat, Giles was sloppily kissing over your neck, sucking lightly on the skin revealed by the v-neck of your top.  Sitting up quickly, you lifted the soft sweater over your head, tossing it away from you without concern.  Like one of the teenagers you might chastise, you then hugged your lover tight, gasping when you felt the nip of teeth over your bra.  “Giles… Uh, Ripper!  Please, go easy?”  With a hard grip on your upper thigh and one hand on the back of your neck, Giles held you still, smirking, “If you wanted easy you shouldn’t have come looking for fertility icons, my dear little art teacher.  And if this particular article of clothing-” He paused long enough to pinch at your hardening nipple before continuing, “-is dear to you, take it off.” Clenching your abdominals at his crass language, more turned on that you could remember, you reached behind you.  Unhooking the pretty scrap of lace and satin, you shyly covered yourself, biting into your bottom lip, “Fine… Ripper.  Should I be worried for my virtue?” “Absolutely.”  Without waiting for permission, Giles pulled your arms away, exposing your bare body to his blazing gaze, “You have nothing to hide, you know?  You are-” “Just shut up and kiss me, Ripper.”  And he did. Grinding your hips into his, it was impossible to ignore his hardening manhood, even through the fabric of his pressed trousers.  Giles cupped your bottom, under your skirt but over your panties, bouncing you in place as if he was already inside of you.  For your part, you tried to unbutton his pin striped shirt, but the force of his kisses was proving too distracting. “Oh, dear!  Poor thing been kissed senseless?”  He was teasing and cruel, but in the sexiest possible way. Red cheeked and huffing, you nodded, “Yes… let me touch you!” “Tsk… you didn’t say ‘please’.” “Please!  Please, Ripper!  Oh god, please let me!” Unseating you slightly, Giles leaned up on his elbows, cocking his head to one side as he took in the mess he had made of you, “Go ahead then.  Unzip my pants.” “What?” Removing his glasses, eyeing you darkly, “You heard me, I think.” Swallowing hard, your hands shaking with excitement, you reached for Giles’ belt.  Watching him, and only him, you slowly slide the leather from it’s buckle.  When you popped the button of his pants and let your hand drag over his hardened length, Rupert groaned and tossed his head back, “Yes.  Keep going.” Slowly, agonizingly so, you lowered the zipper as you were ordered to do, “What now, Ripper?” “Take me out.  I want you to feel what you do to me.” “I can do that.”  You played it cool, but the saucy words being said in that clipped British baritone did things to you.  They made your thighs tighten, your belly flutter and your breath catch.   Trailing a hand over Giles' barely exposed hip, you moved closer to the prize, your prize, as it pulsed with need.  Wrapping your hand around the meaty girth of Rupert's member, you couldn't help stroking the silky hot skin, so vital in your palm.  That it caused the man beneath you to moan your name only added fuel to the fire of your desire. Slick and sorely wanting, you licked your lips, ready to savor the flavor of your book stacking beau but he stopped you, saying, "Last chance to run back to the studio." "No way… Ripper."  And you felt a rough jerk as your panties were removed by force, the air cool on your overheated core.  Another kiss, full of needful things, distracted you as Giles parted your lower lips with his nimble fingers. Pumping into you, once, twice, just to ensure that you were ready, Rupert swiftly stretched your center.  With your small hand guiding his shaft, you lowered yourself onto the engorged tower of his power, crying out a ragged, "Oh God!" You thought you were capable of handling any man, but the delicious spread Giles' fine form forced you to endure was more than you expected.  Clutching at his bunched up sweater vest, your back arched tautly as Rupert dragged your hips down onto his unrelenting hardness over and over.   In your head, a rhythmic, tribal tattoo that made you think of ancient fires and curved statues took hold and you rose and fell against Giles on the beats vibrating through your brain.  He sensed it too, alternating his stroke, slowing down and speeding up in time with the thrumming pulse only the pair of you could hear.  "I want you to cum for me.  Do you understand?  Tell me you understand." "Yes!  Yes!  I'm so close, Ripper!  So close!" "Good.  That's very good."  Tingling now, your muscles tensed, ready for the release Rupert would provide.  You flung yourself onto his swollen sex without thought or reason, merely searching for the pleasure he had promised.  His thumb, so thick, so clever, pressed against your sensitive clit and your world imploded. Rupert felt it.  The moment your body and his melded together was forceful.  It tore his pleasure from his loins in grunting gasps as he experienced your ecstacy at his hands. Limp and listless, you draped your half nude body over his, dazed and drained.  Who knew screwing the librarian would feel this good?  In your post coital haze you started to laugh.  Giles, his hands roaming over the sweat soaked skin of your back, heard your chuckles and joined in.  It was another release, of sorts, and you found it almost as intimate as the act you had just committed. Folding your hands under your chin, flashing Rupert a wide smile, "Ripper, huh?" Sliding his glasses back into place and carding a hand through his hair, Giles grinned, "Oh, uh… yes.  Ripper.  My nickname in London." Toying with the collar of his shirt, "I'd love to hear about London sometime… Ripper." At the sound of that name in your voice, Rupert flexed inside of you, "Call me that again and you'll miss last period." Gasping against him, nodding weakly, "Hmm… promise?" That made him smile broadly as he handed you back your sweater, "We can't have a repeat of last week, can we?" "It wasn’t my fault you didn't hear the bell ring, Mr. Giles!" Sitting up, you fastened your bra and shrugged into your sweater before asking, "Did you have to destroy my undies?" "I'm afraid I did.  Although I told you to remove anything dear, didn't I?" "What am I gonna do for the next hour, Giles?" Pushing his glasses up, "I would advise you not to bend over." Swatting at him playfully, you used one of the sturdier shelves to stand, adjusting your skirt and fluffing your hair.  Looking around at the absolute mess created by falling books, embarrassed, you asked, "Can I help clean this up?" "No, I don't think that'll be necessary.  After all, Willow will be in-" "Along with Buffy and Xander and Cordelia.  Got it." Standing himself, Giles chuckled as he fastened his trousers and set himself to rights, "Precisely.  Now-" he bent over to retrieve a slim volume, "- The book you asked about.  Fertility iconography in Meso-American subcultures." "Thanks.  Ya know, I always enjoy coming to the library.  I'm surprised more people don't." Walking with you, his hand on your lower back, nuzzling into your neck, "I enjoy you cumming in the library." It was on the tip of your tongue to say something fresh when the overly loud bell clanged.  Lifting up on tiptoes you pressed a kiss to the goose egg over Giles' eye, saying, "I hope that makes it feel better!" Snagging you into a tight hug, Giles stared into your eyes before kissing you deeply, "That.  That makes it feel better." And then the library door swung wide on the four students who called the library a second home, "Um… are my eyes deceiving me or is Giles sporting a black eye?  I was only gone for an hour, big guy, what happened?" "If you must know, Xander, a shelf collapsed in the back.  We were fortunate enough not to be badly hurt but, there were some bumps and bruises." "A shelf!  Oh no… which one?!" Giles turned to Willow solemnly, "I'm afraid all the Grollier’s… and most of Crentist." "On it.  Come on Xander.  You can help me sort!" "Aw, gee.  That sounds like fun." As the pair trotted off, you turned to Giles, whispering low, "Dinner?  My place?  You can tell me about London, your childhood and why you love tweed." Eyeing Buffy, who was distracted and a distraught, Giles answered, "Tonight?  Um…" "He'd love to!  Say 9 o'clock?  And, he'll bring the wine."

Spinning on your heel, surprised that Buffy was your champion, you grinned, "Great!  Awesome!  I will see you then."

As you left you heard the bubbly blonde doling out instructions, "No Giles.  You can't wear that outfit to dinner!  You need to look nice.  Nicer than you do now.  Also, why is there so much dust in your hair?" If Giles answered you didn’t hear it over your big yawn.  You had a lot to do between now and 9 o’clock.  Rupert Giles was coming over for dinner and you could hardly wait.

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[secret-rendezvous1d]

“already? do i really have that much of an effect on you?”

hello, hi!

here is the much anticipated part three to ‘you owe me’; the first part is linked here and the second part is linked here. the second scene of this story is simply all smut and nothing more than that - i tried to make it as realistic as i could so i apologise for how shocking it may read to you. i’ve not written smut in such a long, long time that i’ve lost the knack for it. i’m not the best when it comes to writing sex scenes and all that so i did try my best. 

like, reblog and send in some feedback, please. it’s greatly appreciated and it helps me work out what you want to see and what you are after. if you want something specific then do let me know! i’d love to try and write something for you.

thank you. enjoy.

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“already? do i really have that much of an effect on you?” spencer reid x female reader (reader insert imagine) word count; 3.4k

summary; after days of being teased by spencer, yn can’t control her feelings as soon as they arrive home and she doesn’t care where spencer suffices those feeling.

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The plane ride home had been like any other journey home after a case had come to a conclusion.

Everyone scattered themselves amongst the confined space of the jet, with their own belongings to occupy them as they busied themselves for the ride home, doing anything to pass the time quicker. The coffee-maker was turned on upon their arrival and brewing a fresh batch of decaf coffee for them to sip at and to give them a little energy after been run ragged over the last couple of days, the fridge had been stocked with water for those who didn’t quite fancy a hot beverage and peanuts and other sorts of nuts had been left, in packets, for them to snack on throughout the duration. The blinds were ready to be pulled down but it hadn’t mattered because it was close to midnight and there was no outside light that would have caused them problems when trying to nap.

Hotch had taken his seat diagonal to Morgan in the collection of four seats, a small coffee mug in his hand as he sipped slowly at the liquid that burned his throat and made him feel a little more relaxed in his seat, his mind trying to not worry over filing the reports that would come in tomorrow morning when everyone had gotten some well-deserved rest. He was worn out from work and tired from working the longest days he’d worked and all he wanted was nothing more than to be at home with Jack, having a chat with mummy and tucking him in bed and reading him his bedtime story, before he conked out for the night and woke up feeling refreshed the next morning, ready for whatever was going to hit them in the next briefing. And Morgan, well Morgan did what he did any other time they were flying home; he was occupied with the headphones over his head, which played music that helped him divulge into his own world after a stressful day, knowing that he would be home and in his own bed before he knew it and not cramped up under a table and in to a seat that restricted his movements. The flight always bored him on the way home because, what could they talk about when they were exhausted from everything they had dealt with and had no reason to throw ideas around?

JJ slept in one of the singular chairs, curled up under the thin material of her FBI jacket because the plane felt a little cooler than normal and no one actually knew why, the other singular chair occupied by Emily who had found herself drifting in and out of sleep because of the turbulence that kept jolting her from the slim chance of catching some shuteye. A dream starting behind her closed eyes and being ripped away from her when the plane bobbed in the air under the cruel winds that were in the flight-path back to Virginia. Rossi was nose-deep in the book he had brought along to do research with, his laptop open on the table with a brand-new document opened up and a pair of hands that typed and typed and typed out the newest story he was close to sharing with the world upon his new book’s release. Eyes barely leaving the screen before him, the silencing rumble of the jet engines giving him the space to work with no distractions and no interruptions because everyone could barely string a sentence together and hope to hold a conversation, and every time he glanced around for a screen-break, he saw no open eyes watching him or staring into space.

Occupying the sofa had been Spencer and YN which, at the beginning of the flight, had caused some joking taunts and jeers because the team had finally gotten wind of what had happened before they were called in for the case and had an inkling in their guts that the moment, that had been so crudely interrupted, was bound to continue whenever they had the chance to start it back up again. But it wasn’t long before the taunts came to a halt and everyone drifted into their own worlds, leaving YN and Spencer to cosy up together, arms wrapped around one another, to nap - because YN had to drive home once they landed and Spencer really didn’t want her driving on no sleep because he knew of the possibilities.

And napping is all they did until they landed back in Quantico.

They said their goodbyes on the plane, whilst gathering their things and stretching the pained kinks in their backs and shoulders and necks, which was a strange thing because they all walked back into the unit together and stepped foot in the bullpen together and left things on their desks at the same time. A second set of goodbyes being shared, this time with hugs and handshakes and subtle nods being exchanged between the group of them, before they took their chance to escape.

Home was calling for them and they certainly weren’t going to ignore that.

“Are you hungry? I haven’t eaten since this morning and I could do with grabbing something to eat. Shall we grab something on the way back?” Spencer wondered, the elevator doors closing and shutting out the waving hands coming from Emily and JJ from the distance, shrugging their coats on being the last thing YN had seen before her view was restricted. Taking them down to the ground floor where they were expected to check-out of their duties only to re-sign back in during the following morning, his fingers laced with YN’s as they stood in close proximity in the largely-spaced elevator, “we could grab a burger from the burger van opposite? I know it’s not much and it should still be open but-”

“We have food at home, Spence,” YN assured him, squeezing his hand as the elevator came to a stop on the final floor and opened, revealing the ground floor that was empty of people. The tiled floors shining under the bright lights hanging from suspensions above, almost glaring and much brighter as it contrasted against the dark skies outside, squeaking footprints echoing around the large room as they exited the elevator and let the doors close behind them. For two in the morning, YN would have been surprised if anyone was still working into the early hours. “I just fancy a grilled cheese sandwich and a cup of tea, to be honest.”

“A grilled cheese sandwich?” Spencer gawked in surprise, coming to a halt and stopping her alongside him, eyebrows furrowed on his browline, “since when have you ever eaten a grilled cheese sandwich? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you make one, let alone suggest making one.”

“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me, Spencer Reid,” she grinned up at him and giggled when he looked a little surprised at her, his feet carrying on towards the exit and enticing her to follow (well, more like dragged along to start their way back to the doors again),, “I sometimes have one before I come to work, for breakfast. Don’t look so surprised, for goodness sake. They fill me up till lunchtime because we never know when lunch will be.”

“You don’t strike me as a greasy grilled cheese sandwich kind of girl,” he admitted, pushing the door open with his palm and letting her exit the building before him, hands still laced together as the cold air hit at their exposed skin. Her car was parked in a car-park opposite, just a short walk from where they had left the revolving doors of the bureau, in a space that had her name written all over it that kept it empty for her, in case of emergencies. “You’re more of a pancakes and syrup girl with strawberries and blueberries. All sweet and sugar, all things nice and delicious.”

“Oh, Spencer,” she tutted playfully, “I thought it was obvious that there’s a bit more to me than just sweet.”

She winked as she clambered into the car, seating herself comfortably in the driver's seat and swinging her go-bag into the footwell of the passenger side, starting the ignition to get the heating going as soon as possible so they could have a warm fifteen minute drive back to their apartment. She shrugged out of her coat and folded it in half, chucking it upon the back seats with her handbag following in suit, joining an opened and half-drunk water bottle that sat had been leaning upon the seat behind her for days. Spencer slipped his seatbelt on, clipping it in the clip beside his hip, setting his leather bag beside her go-bag (which had a couple of his folded shirts and a waistcoat in that she promised she would keep in good condition), feet squished up but he could deal with that until they got home.

“Let’s go,” she hummed, slipping the car into gear and pulling off in the direction their apartment was located, “I’m feeling rather hungry.”

+

“I thought you were hungry?” Spencer questioned in a state of disorientation, “we’re both hungry, baby. Come on.”

Her sudden actions of pushing him against the front door as soon as he had closed it behind him, of dropping their bags in haste so she could drag her hands down his clothed chest, of her lips barely leaving the skin of his neck had him taken aback. Really shocking, really out of the blue, yet he had no reason to push her away or move into the room like she hadn’t just playfully attacked him - he knew what she wanted, it was impossible not to know what she wanted, but this wasn’t exactly how he had planned on giving it to her.

“I mean, I am hungry but never said I was hungry for food, per se,” she admitted slowly, “I’m a little hungry for something else right now Spence and I’m hoping you can suffice that feeling. I know you can.”

“Is that so?”

She nodded and he allowed her face back into the crook of his neck, feeling her warm breath flush over the base of his neck, the bump of his Adam's apple twitched in his throat as he swallowed hard and let his eyes close in pleasure and pure satisfaction. It was nice for her to take charge every once in a while, showing him just what she wanted from him instead of him having to work out where she wanted him the most, and he was going to take full appreciation of the moment and she nibbled and bit and tugged at the skin of his neck.

“Yeah,” she puffed, a little out of breath as she littered kisses across the highest stretch of his chest, just below where his neck began and worked her way up the rest of the expanse  neck on the side she had yet covered in bite marks and saliva, “I don’t care where, just- fill this hunger.”

“Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?” He wondered, asking with a hint of humour in his voice. His hands, that had been resting upon her hips, cupped her head and he let his palms mould into the curves of her skull, enough of a touch to bring her face to a place where he could look her deep in the eyes. “We’ve only just stepped foot through the door after working non-stop for the last few days and this is what you want to do at half two in the morning? Right here, right now?”

“You have no idea,” she whispered, arms snacking around his waist and pulling herself closer to him, chest to chest and their knee-caps pretty much touching, his crotch just a mere few centimetres from brushing against hers - and, if she moved forward just those mere few centimetres, she would have felt the effect she had on him. “I can’t wait any longer, Spence. Please?”

Almost having her beg for him, begging for his pleasure in the only way he knew how, was enough for him to buckle under her pressure and give in to her needs.

His hands came down to her jaw, the heels of his palms sitting underneath her chin, and she looked helpless in his eyes. She looked so helpless and vulnerable, her eyes wide and her lips in a squished smile between his hands, her tongue coming out to swipe at the bottom lip that had jutted out more prominently. Silently pleading for his silent confirmation that she could undo the belt from around his middle and let his trousers fall to the floor with the shake of his hips - she didn’t care that his trainers were left on, she didn’t care that his mismatched socks (that drove her crazy because there was never the same pair matched up once they’d left the dryer) were on show, she didn’t care that they were surrounded by a mess of their belongings - before she could pull his boxers down and release the cock that was begging for a release. Her fingertips teasingly dragged up and down his arms, shoulder to elbow from elbow to shoulder, her eyes full of inquisitivity.

He flicked her fringe out of his eyes and let the brief look down to the floor be all she needed to let her fingers work at undoing his belt. The clinking of metal colliding filled the room under the rhythm of her quick hands, his belt hanging loose so she could undo the button and the zip of his trousers, no need for a shake of his hips because the corduroy material slipped down his legs without any need of an aid. Her eyes darting down to the black boxers tight to his hips, a bulge so mind blowingly prominent that she couldn’t stop her hands from tucking under the elastic.

“Undress me,” she mumbled, her focus still on removing the boxer shorts from his legs, fingers curling around the elastic hem and giving them a tug down his thighs. His fingers awkwardly worked at undoing the buttons of her peach blouse, the ultimate urge to rip the material in two and have the plastic buttons flinging off in all directions with a promise spewing from his mouth that he would buy her a new blouse as a replacement was almost too tough to ignore, nimbly working away to reveal the peach-coloured bra beneath the material. Her breasts looked so perfect and blossomed in eyes. “You question your effect but you have no idea the effect you have on me.”

An arm snaked around her waist and up the expanse of her back, a thumb and a forefinger unhooking the bra (which was a skill he liked to be proud of - yeah, he may have been considered a nerd in high-school but he was a nerd that could do something better than those peers who showed authority to him with bullying), whilst his other arm stayed bent between their bodies with a finger and a thumb unbuttoning the button of her black work trousers. Her hips wiggling a little more vigorously than she necessarily needed to express but he wasn’t complaining; any chance to see both her bum and her boobs jiggle like jelly and he would take it.

“Fuck the foreplay,” she grappled for the back of his neck, bringing his lips to hers and connecting their mouths into a smacker that had them breathing in and out through their noses and had them doing everything with their eyes shut because they didn’t need to see each other to know their way around each other. His thumbs hooked into the lace of her knickers, slipping the soft material down her legs, leaving her half dressed on top and bare from the waist down, “show me how much you love me, Spencer.”

His arms wrapped around her waist, tapping her naked hip with the tips of his fingers, as a wordless indication for her to jump up and wrap her legs around his middle. Her arms bracing her weight and hoisting herself up, their lips barely detaching from each other as they worked hard on who could kiss the other more passionately, tongues in a battle as they let out gentle moans into each other’s mouths.

If she wanted to be shown then she was going to be shown.

She wrapped her fist around the girth of his cock and gave his length a couple of quick pumps, one after the other after the other after the other, until his hips were jerking forward and looking for more, pre-cum dribbling down her hand and sticking with a sticky sheen to her wrist. She could feel it and it only made her cravings for him deepen more than ever. Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist as she let his darkened tip, leaking and erect enough to do anything hands-free, slip between her folds and he filled her up so beautifully, so deliciously and he knew all the right spots inside her that had her squirming. With a swing of his body, he turned them around, her back colliding with the oak door with such a force that the wind had pumped out of her in the sound of a moan.

“You owe me, remember?”

Her whine that entered his ear had him melting under her touch, his mouth open with contentment and dragging down the stretch of her neck that linked with her collarbone, his hips working twice as fast as he gave thrust after thrust after thrust deep inside her.

The apartment was filled with moans and groans and lowly spoken profanities that masked the pleasure they felt in such an act of intimacy, pants and grunts occasionally flushing across her skin as he suckled at the skin beneath her neck and left another hickey behind. One that looked brighter than the others, which had bruised up over the last few days and were slowly disappearing, and the thought of covering it up with make-up and scarves for the rest of the week would have driven her insane if she wasn’t so invested in his cock thrusting deeply into her, having her toes curling each and every time he deepened the push of his hips. How could she think of anything else when he was so perfect, doing such a perfect job, with a perfect cock that was giving her such perfect pleasure?

He had dragged the teasing out for days; the kissing in the hotel room that gave her the impression he was enticing something to happen, the slip of his fingertips that ducked under the waistband of her knickers that had her thinking he was finally giving in, the smack on her bum when he walked passed her that only added fuel to the fire burning in the pit of her stomach. She was thankful that the anticipated round of sex had finally come, so she could finally come, and feel relieved that the period of teasing and whatever the female version of ‘blue-balls’ was finally over. And she was surprised that they had lasted as long as they had.

Her heels duck into the dip of his back, legs shaking around his waist as he brought her to orgasm, the illicit actions turning sloppy and slow and she could feel the jet-like spurts escape the tip of his cock and fill her up, each thrust now sounding wet as he groaned in her ear and lost the rhythm he had been following to greatly.

“How was that?” He hummed, a sheen of sweat covering his forehead, proof that he had done his best and he hoped she felt fulfilled and satisfied enough. His fringe stuck to his skin, curls standing in all directions and it would have definitely been considered ‘sex-hair’, but he looked cute post-sex and she wouldn’t have it any other way. She nodded, resting her chin on his shoulder, tilting her head so it came into the most gentlest of contact with his. “Yeah, I agree.”

They stayed there, standing against the door, for a little while longer. Her legs still tight around his waist like she was scared to lose him as soon as she let go, his cock still situated deep inside her and he could barely come down from the feeling of being erect because she felt so good around his girth; she took him so well, homed him so warmly and perfectly, and he just couldn’t bring himself to leaving that delectable wetness that swallowed him. She didn’t want to leave the comfort of his arms and he wasn’t ready to leave the warmth of her, not by any chance.

“I’m hungry now though,” she broke the silence and giggled, “reckon we could make grilled cheese sandwiches and eat them in bed?”

“You’re lucky Hotch doesn’t want us in early tomorrow,” he craned his neck back and looked at her, giving her nude bum a pat with his palms, her forehead coming to rest against his with a look in her eyes that only came post-sex and he found so gorgeously cute, “come on then. Grilled cheese and a cup of tea it is.”

[restapesta]

gossip never ends

Mickey Milkovich simply just showed up one day at the Old Army, tattoos on his knuckles and a scowl on his face. Lola couldn't help but be intrigued -- nobody lasts here long enough to pique her interest, but there was something special about this guy. The gossip spreads like wildfire, but Mickey's something else altogether -- it's just a matter of time before Lola and her friends figured out why.

OR: How Mickey's coworkers found out about who Mickey really was back in season 10 -- this is more of an outlook on Mickey and his feelings throughout season 10 and how it reflected on his job and altogether his demeanor.

This is based on a prompt by @whatwouldmickeydo which was also even more explored by one of my favorite Gallavich accounts on Tumblr @ianandmickeygallavich -- so, I simply just worked through what they had already created. I hope they don't mind I used their prompt and this is dedicated to both of them! Enjoy!

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The gossip began almost the exact moment Mickey was introduced to the three workers by the manager.

The Old Army staff was not a stranger to new workers coming and going, some people sticking around longer, working for a couple of months without stop, maybe even sticking around for a full-time position; some just passing through while on trial-basis, failing to meet the manager's demands and simply moving on to find better or more fitting employment -- but the sight of Mickey Milkovich was definitely not something, Lola thought, anybody, not just the curious employees, was used to.

Lola fell into the group of people who had been working at the store for ages now, starting years ago and still sticking around now, subsequently being present for all the biggest changes made to and within the popular store. She saw the interior change, the managers shift, the employees getting hired and fired -- she saw it all. It couldn't be said for many people. Honestly, only three members of the Old Army staff had actually been working full-time here, while everybody else was just a passing face.

She was so used to seeing new faces that it simply did not phase her anymore -- Lola had her own stable position in the store; she had her colleagues which she got along with, and she never paid much attention to the newbies once they came into the store. She knew it was almost always just for a short while, basically until they made a mistake while working and got politely declined for the position, so she usually just remained civil, not engaging in much mingling or bonding -- it wouldn't last anyway.

The staff change happened way too often, especially with security. The store management had no idea how to pick the right person for the job -- they either always chose the gangly, skinny types; the ones who couldn't defend others or themselves from a burglar if their life depended on it, or they chose the fatties who had a donut too many during their break and couldn't chase ten feet after the culprit.

Still, this guy -- this new, weirdly interesting guy -- seemed promising.

Lola had no idea where they managed to find him -- he was kinda hot, and definitely in really good shape with thighs and calves that could probably kill if they wanted to. He seemed crude and unapproachable, and the brooding, mysterious attitude definitely didn't quench anybody's curiosity as to where the hell he came from and how the hell they managed to find him of all the people in the world. A scowl was constantly etched on the newcomer's face -- not just when he was being introduced to the staff by the manager, as Lola thought would be the case -- but literally at every single given moment of the workday.

There were only rare moments Lola and the others saw him smile -- usually every single one of those moments being when he was texting someone during his break, or when he was coming back from having lunch with someone at the food court. Not that anyone would dare ask who, although they definitely speculated.

Mickey was the type of guy Lola was interested in making friends with. She approached him once during their shared shift -- usually, she wouldn't even bother, seeing how these guards come and go, but this one really piqued her interest -- trying to figure out who he was, where he came from, what he was doing here. Was he single? She needed to know for her lady friend considering how he was most definitely a sight for sore eyes.

It came as somewhat a surprise when he gave off clipped answers to her questions, most of them not even answering.

"Did you always work security?" She'd ask with a bright smile.

"You could say that."

Silence.

"How long are you planning on staying with us?" Trial-basis or undefined employment? Lola wondered silently.

"Until Larry finds me a better job."

Silence.

"Who?"

Silence. And then a quick, "Never mind."

Lola had officially given up on her efforts to befriend and find out more about the man once Mickey gave her a sharp, pointed stare after she pointed out he didn't have a ring on his finger, hoping he would reveal his relationship status to her.

She most certainly wasn't that lucky, and she almost shat her pants at the murderous expression on his face. She didn't ask again.

The others tried to pry information out of Mickey too, but they certainly lacked the subtlety Lola had. She honestly couldn't say she was the most discreet person in the world, but she was in the Old Army, considering how she found herself working with the two most non-discreet people in the world. Lola was upfront too -- let's not get that wrong.

But at least she didn't outright ask him if he was in a gang like Jeremy did.

"I wanted to know if the tattoos were gang symbols! They freaked me out!" The skinny twenty-year-old replied when the other workers gaped at him with wide eyes.

Jenna shook her head. "Dude, you can't just ask a guy if he was in a gang."

He wouldn't reveal his age, let alone his gang status if he had one, Lola scolded Jeremy mentally. The guy was as open as a seashell -- you could try and pry it open to see if it had a pearl inside, but you'll most likely fail and, to be honest, probably get pinched in the process, if not careful. It was perhaps best not to even try or, if you did, to proceed with extreme caution. A bunch of seashells didn't even have pearls in them anyway, so it'd all be useless in the end.

It only took a week for the staff to find out how Mickey managed to find himself here at Old Army out of all the possible places in the world. It was a shock, to say the least.

One morning, the revelation came when Larry Seaver showed up to the store, dressed in a nice suit and tie, wearing his casual, perky smile. He asked for the manager and had greeted Mickey immediately once he laid eyes on the man. Larry approached him as Jeremy went to get the manager, placing a firm hand on Mickey's shoulder, smiling widely at him.

Lola and Jenna weren't snooping, but they did manage to overhear Larry asking Mickey if he enjoyed working here; if everything was going well; if he was staying out of trouble -- a question that certainly didn't help stop the gossip -- and if he settled in home nicely.

Mickey responded to most of his questions with short, non-descriptive answers, but not with any malice or disdain. He answered them as if he had to, putting an emphasis on the "I'm not getting into any trouble, don't worry Mr. Cheery," making Lola wonder why the question even needed to be posed.

When the manager finally showed up, greeting the man happily, Larry followed him to his office, leaving the others to get back to the customers -- and some to get back to stopping crime. It was only when Larry Seaver left that Jenna shouted, "Oh my God, he's a parole officer!" at the other two workers while drinking coffee in the break room.

"He's a what?" Jeremy asked, slightly confused.

"A parole officer! I heard him talking to the manager about Mickey and how he's settling in. Mickey is a parolee!"

"Jesus Christ, I knew it! And you told me I shouldn't be scared." Jeremy answered with a sullen look, exaggerating a shudder.

Lola quirked an eyebrow at her friend. "Were you eavesdropping?" She was more amused than surprised if she was honest.

Jenna shook her head at Lola in exasperation. "So not the point. Lola, the guy went to prison!"

"We should all just quit now," Jeremy added.

"Come on, you big baby. The guy keeps to himself. You have literally nothing to be scared of." Lola was rolling her eyes at the man, slightly annoyed at the comments.

It didn't surprise her Mickey was here on parole -- it didn't surprise her he was in prison at all. He seemed like the type, not just because of his sullen look and crude knuckle tattoos. It also had a lot to do with the way he carried himself as if the entire world was against him and he needed to protect himself from the inevitable upcoming battle. It was probably why he never spoke to anybody, why he never had coffee with them, and why he seemed to avoid human contact at all possible times. It was also, now, very much obvious why he was so good at guarding the store -- it takes a criminal to catch a criminal, she guessed.

Honestly, it all just made him more interesting.

"I kind of think it's hot," Jenna admitted sheepishly.

Jeremy's eyes bulged out. "You're kidding me."

She shook her head, smiling like a teenage girl. "He's dark, brooding, mysterious. And he's got a really nice ass."

Lola laughed at her friend and at Jeremy's horrified expression. "You should go flirt with him. Maybe you'll be able to figure out if he's single or not." She was only partly joking. Jenna probably didn't need a repeat of what Lola had gone through.

She sighed sadly. "A guy like that is not single."

"Yeah, sure. An ex-con definitely isn't single and is probably in an extremely committed relationship with somebody who loves him for who he is. And that same ex-con guy totally loves somebody back with his whole, entire heart." Jeremy quipped sarcastically and Jenna pinched his bicep in response.

"Love is love, asshole. People murder for love."

Jeremy nodded in response. "Exactly. That's probably why he was in prison."

Jenna rolled her eyes. "You know what? Unlike Jeremy here, I'm not a pussy. I'm gonna go talk to him."

Lola's eyes widened in response and she smiled widely. If anyone would take the bullet for the team, it'd be Jenna. "You go, girl! Get him. Just make sure to be subtle about it"

Jeremy and Lola watched as Jenna went up to Mickey who was standing next to the Old Army store entrance, looking as bored and uninterested as ever. When he saw Jenna approaching, he grimaced, obviously preparing himself for the confrontation.

Jeremy and Lola locked eyes as Jenna began to audibly flirt with Mickey. They couldn't hear everything she was saying from where they were eavesdropping but they didn't hear Mickey even speak. Based on the disappointed look on Jenna's face when she walked into the break room again, they didn't think it went that well.

"So?" Lola inquired hopefully.

Jenna shook her head. "Completely uninterested. I even made my boobs look bigger in this shirt. Didn't work, obviously."

"What'd he say?" Lola probed deeper.

"Well, I asked where he lived, where he used to work, if he was settling in nicely -- and he just kind of hummed."

"Hummed?"

"He barely even answered the questions."

"Maybe he's gay and in a committed relationship with a dude," Jeremy added sarcastically, once again. "Maybe I should go up and flirt with him instead. See if it works for me."

Jenna rolled her eyes at Jeremy's sarcasm. "You're too big of a pussy to do it. Plus he's probably not gay."

Jeremy didn't rise to the bait. Instead, he just smiled. "Whatever you say, Jenny. Oh, by the way -- I totally am."

Mickey never spent his break with the others. In fact, he was either sitting outside the store, drinking Pinkberry and messing around with his phone, or he was at the food court, presumably meeting somebody for lunch. Lola was dying to know who, but she never dared to ask or to check, although it would have been so easy.

The curiosity extended out of the workplace as well -- Jenna, Lola, and Jeremy had a group chat. It was, at first, formed as a work chat, purely for announcements and work hours, but as time passed -- and as the employees and employers changed -- it evolved into something much more. Now, it was their main gossiping media.

 --- old army besties ---

LOLA (9:56 PM): I can't find him anywhere on social media.

JEREMY (9:58 PM): You're obsessed.

LOLA (9:58 PM): Fuck off, Jeremy.

JENNA (10:03 PM): There are a bunch of articles about him escaping prison!!!!!!!!!

LOLA (10:04 PM): NO SHIT

LOLA (10:04 PM): LINK NOW

LOLA (10:04 PM): !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JENNA (10:06 PM): https://images.app.goo.gl/rzDzCogf1H84QD78A

JENNA (10:06 PM): HEHAGDJADGAIGDAJFGAJFGAJFGA

LOLA (10:08 PM): oh my god

JENNA (10:08 PM): I KNOW

JEREMY (10:07 PM): ya'll are crazy

JENNA (10:08 PM): Is it bad it just makes me even more attracted to him??????

JEREMY (10:09 PM): yes.

LOLA (10:09 PM): NO!

LOLA (10:10 PM): Jenna, same.

JEREMY (10:11 PM): I have a psych ward to recommend you to. Hold up.

JENNA (10:11 PM): Jeremy, stfu

*JEREMY has left the chat*

LOLA (10:12 PM): You wanna add him back in or should I?

JENNA (10:12 PM): Neither.

JENNA (10:12 PM): Let him suffer.

 The gossiping continued for a while. It didn't honestly seem like it would stop at all, and nobody really seemed inclined to put an end to the wildfire gossip that spread through the entire Old Army staff. Not that anyone cared much, either, if they were being completely honest.

One day, though, the Mickey who was always grumpy and never without a scowl seemed particularly furious.

He spoke to no one, he didn't check his phone at all, which was a rare occurrence and almost never happened -- he was usually glued to the thing, always texting someone -- and he basically looked like he was ready to kill the next person who dared steal something from the store.

"Anyone wanna ask what crawled up his ass and died?" Jenna asked lowly, observing Mickey from where she and Lola stood behind the cash register. Jeremy hung around in the back, angry that they still hadn't added him back to the group chat.

Lola simply grimaced. "I guess we've been dealing with happy Mickey all this time."

Jeremy pretended not to pay much attention to them, very much bitter. He just muttered, as a side note, loud enough to get even Mickey's attention, "Yo, I guess they found who killed that parole officer."

That piqued Lola's interest. The murder was all over the news the day before -- a parole officer named Paula had been thrown out the window -- and Lola didn't expect them to have found the killer so soon.

"Already?" She wondered, out loud.

"Who is it?" Jenna asked.

"Some ex of hers -- Shelly, I think. They arrested her yesterday."

Lola released a sigh. "That's some good news. Now she can't hurt anybody else." She mentally applauded the police for the good and quick work.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Mickey was listening in to their conversation. She could have sworn she heard him snort when she muttered the last part, the one about it being good news. She saw an opening, and when Lola began to open her mouth and try and include him in the conversation, he had already turned around and left to stand back at his regular spot, expression sullen, pretending as if he never even cared to listen in after all.

Mickey was gone all of a sudden one day -- as the manager had told them briefly, on paid leave. He didn't reveal why or when he'd be coming back, only saying how Mickey had something important come up, and that he'd eventually be back. He didn't seem to be aggravated while talking about Mickey, so Lola guessed he didn't get fired, nor that he was being tested again for his position -- he had honestly been doing great. Better than the ones before him, at least.

Lola was actually somewhat shocked. She was also slightly disappointed he didn't tell her.

Mickey had actually started opening up a little -- not much (when she said little she meant very little) -- but he was finally communicating with them during their shift together, something he most certainly hadn't even tried to do, no matter how hard they tried to push. He also seemed happier, coming in one morning looking the happiest Lola had ever seen him.

It was the first day Mickey made actual conversation with her -- about the ugly clothes in the store, nevertheless -- and she genuinely was starting to like him.

"Maybe he likes you," Jenna told her after noticing them talking.

Lola blushed. "Probably not."

Jeremy snorted and both women turned towards him. "He's probably more attracted to me than you." He muttered absentmindedly while scrolling through his phone.

"Still sticking to the gay theory?" Jenna asked pointedly.

"I may not be dark, brooding, and mysterious, but my gaydar is on point. At first, I was skeptical, but he rocks that pink pastel shirt a little too well." He said, a small smile playing on his lips.

Jenna and Lola shared a look before both rolling their eyes.

"Let's hope he asks you out." Jenna finished and Lola blushed even more. Stupid crush. Jeremy snorted.

She was a little disappointed he was gone but his step-in was a cute guy and the gossip between her, Jeremy, and Jenna was endless -- Jenna and Lola came up with different theories as to where he was which all ranged from family emergencies to crazy prison breaks -- Jeremy would simply roll their eyes at them whenever a new theory came up.

When Mickey came back a couple of days later, it seemed as if he had a spring in his step. For the first time in all the time Lola had known him, instead of a scowl, there was a smile present on his face.

"Holy shit, he's smiling." Jenna pointed out incredulously, and Lola simply nodded shell-shocked. He had a beautiful smile.

It was even weirder when he greeted them when he walked into the store, uttering a simple, "Hey" which neither woman expected.

"So, that's happy Mickey," Lola said under her breath. "Good to know."

The sudden chirpiness didn't disappear throughout his entire shift and Lola began to wonder what type of vacation he had gone on to be this happy. She needed to ask him -- if it could take the stick out of his ass, then it could definitely make her feel like she was in heaven.

The answer came shortly after.

"He's got a ring on his finger."

"What?" Lola and Jenna exclaimed simultaneously, looking at Jeremy like he was crazy.

"The hell are you talking about?" Jenna asked, glancing between Jeremy and Mickey, inconspicuously trying to catch a glimpse of Mickey's hand.

"He's married, guys. He probably got married while he was away. There is a golden band on his ring finger."

Lola and Jenna were surprised they missed it. The ring shone brightly on his left hand, reflecting the shitty lighting of the Old Army store. It looked beautiful and, somehow, it made him look complete. She didn't even realize something was missing until it was there, staring straight at them. That's what the wedding ring seemed like -- a piece of Mickey they were all simply missing. Something that let them know that there was somebody in his life, a single person, who had his heart -- a person who managed to pry open the shell and find the pearl. Perhaps the process was painless; perhaps it wasn't -- Lola supposed there were only two people in the universe who truly knew the answer to that question.

"Well, I didn't see that coming."

Lola chuckled, letting the genuine happiness she felt for him consume her. "Me either."

The next time she passed him, she smiled at the ring widely. "Congratulations! I see the ring." She pointed at his hand.

Mickey smiled softly, gazing at it with a look in his eye Lola could only describe as love. "Yeah, thanks."He seemed a little uncomfortable, so Lola refrained from asking about his wife, and if he had any pictures to show her. She was learning new things about this man every day. The woman who tied him down must have been patient, but also extremely lucky.

"Ugh, I wish he was single," Jenna muttered again later on in the day, gazing longingly at Mickey's ass. "That butt makes the whole ex-con, escaping prison thing worth it."

Lola laughed at her friend, agreeing silently.

It was nearing the end of their shift, and the four people had changed out of their uniforms, getting rid of the ugly pastel pink color, exchanging it with something that was actually fashionable -- Mickey had an especially good fashion sense, in Lola's opinion (he could rock ripped jeans). Mickey had still been in the staff changing room when Lola noticed a guy hanging around the store. A tall, extremely hot redheaded guy, with one of the best bodies she'd seen on a man in a while.

She shook Jenna's arm so she could point out the guy to her, aware that Jenna deserved to gaze at a man this good-looking. He was wearing a tight-fitting black shirt along with skinny jeans that accentuated all of his muscles, from the ones in his arms to his leg ones -- he was ripped, and Lola could only assume there were chiseled abs hiding underneath the shirt. He was drop-dead gorgeous.

Jenna turned around to see what the fuss was about, but her mouth fell open when her eyes landed in the ginger.

"Oh my God, I think just came."

"Me too," Lola admitted. She was genuinely concerned for her wellbeing. "I think we need to get laid."

"Definitely." Jenna's eyes were glued to the man. His hair was perfect too -- slicked back, and just... it was a sort of, ' you simply had to see it to believe it' type of situation. He was beautiful. "Man, how the fuck does God create these men?"

Jenna didn't tear her eyes away. "He must be either really bad in bed or a total douchebag. There's no way he's that hot and nice too."

They suddenly heard Mickey's voice behind them. "Trust me, he's neither."

Lola and Jenna jumped in surprise, but she didn't even have a moment to think about what Mickey said. She was still looking at the ginger, but his green eyes were locked on somebody else though, and he didn't even seem to notice the two women gaping openly at him.

When Lola turned to follow his gaze she was surprised to see it land on Mickey.

"Oh my dear Lord, he's totally eye-fucking Mickey!" She whisper-shouted at Jenna, Mickey being far away not to hear her. Jenna whipped her head around towards where Mickey stood, seemingly unaware.

"Oh my God, he totally is!"

Mickey noticed them staring. He raised an eyebrow at the two women and then as if on a whim, approached them. "You need anything?" He asked, seemingly uncomfortable, but he still paid no attention to the fact a guy was blatantly letting it show on his face that he was imagining all of the things he could probably be doing to Mickey, right now. The redhead had the biggest case of bed-eyes she'd seen in a while.

Lola blinked herself out of her daze. "Um, no. Uh, we just-- we, uh--" She was at a loss for words and Jenna didn't seem to even think about helping.

"Ugh, God." They suddenly heard Jeremy exclaim. All eyes turned to him. "There's a really hot guy outside the store, and he's staring at you." He made a gesture as if saying, 'See, that wasn't so hard now, was it?'. "That's what they're trying to say."

Mickey turned to look forward outside and when his gaze fell on the guy -- the guy he had most certainly already noticed -- his face lit up even more, and his lip curled into a smirk. He turned towards Jeremy and nodded at him. "Glad to see you toughening up."

Jeremy smiled at Mickey as if they were sharing an inside joke, and both Lola and Jenna had no idea what it was. They shared a disbelieving look. "Learned from the best, man," Jeremy replied as they fist-bumped and Lola knew her and Jenna's eyes had to be unnaturally wide.

"So um, so you know the guy outside? He's totally checking you out." Jenna nodded at the hot guy who was still watching them -- watching Mickey, specifically. Lola guessed he was waiting for him, for whatever reason. She guessed hot guys stuck together. If he wasn't a ginger, Lola would have assumed they were brothers and that the good looks simply ran in the gene pool. Lola watched as Mickey locked eyes with the man and smiled. The guy raised his eyebrows in question and Mickey just kept the grin on his face.

"That's Ian, my husband."

Shock couldn't even begin to describe what Lola was currently feeling. If somebody had dumped a bucket of ice-cold water down her back, she would have probably been less surprised. As she was contemplating everything she knew and had been learning about Mickey, the man in question waved towards Ian to join them. Ian made his way inside and Lola could lie and say she didn't swoon.

"Hi." He greeted sheepishly with a smile, previously observing the commotion.

Mickey seemed unnaturally relaxed as he stood close to Ian, wrapping a hand behind his back subconsciously. Lola wondered who the man in front of her was -- it most certainly wasn't the grump Lola had been working with all this time.

"Ian, meet Lola, Jenna, and Jeremy."

Ian smiled politely at all three of them, leaving Lola in a daze -- God, he was gorgeous. She was just about to reply when he nodded at Jeremy specifically. "Sup, Jeremy. Heard a lot about you."

Jeremy smiled back at Ian. "Same, dude. Your husband just can't seem to shut up about you."

Ian smirked, and then turned to look at Mickey, "Is that so?"

Mickey rolled his eyes. "Fuck you both. I got married. What am I supposed to do? Just shut up about it? Hell no."

Ian laughed and draped an arm around Mickey's shoulder. "Don't worry, baby. I don't mind."

Ian and Mickey shared a quick look, and Lola wondered if she would ever find a person who would look at her the way these two men looked at each other. She suddenly felt bad for thinking Mickey was straight -- everything about this simple interaction screamed gay.

"We should head home, I know you've been waiting for ages outside."

Ian nodded. "Yeah okay, let's go." He then smiled at the three people in front of them widely. "It was nice meeting you guys."

Jeremy was the only one capable of responding. "You too."

"See ya'," Mickey muttered lamely as a goodbye and the couple was out of the store in the blink of an eye, arms wrapped around each other, talking quietly, their expressions pure happiness.

Lola and Jenna turned around to stare at their friend.

"What the fuck was that?" Lola asked, incredulous.

The traitor in front of them shrugged. "What? While you guys were coming up with conspiracies and weird theories, I actually talked to the guy. He's pretty cool. He was raised and lives on the Southside where he met Ian. He first spent some time in juvie. Got shot twice. Went to prison, escaped from prison, went to Mexico, worked for a cartel, rolled on said cartel be with Ian. They were in prison together and they decided to get married when they got out. He's actually been giving me tips to boost my street cred. We've been working on that shit for some time now."

Lola shook her head in thought. "When did you guys become so close?"

Jeremy snorted. "When you decided not 5o add me back to the group chat, bitches." He smirked. "Revenge is a dish best served cold." As an afterthought, he added, "I'm not dark and brooding, but I guess I can add mysterious to my list of charms."

Lola and Jenna watched him as he turned around.

"Is it just me or did he suddenly get hot?"

Lola sighed loudly. "I think we've been tricked."

Jenna groaned, suddenly. "I can't believe it. Two men that hot -- and they end up with each other. Like, what the fuck? Why can't there be one for me?"

Lola laughed, but, as always, silently agreed.

Everybody lost their jobs when the pandemic hit, and when the Old Army finally went back into business, Mickey Milkovich wasn't there. The gossip moved on to different topics and different employees -- the hot security guard was nothing but a distant memory.

The next time Lola saw them was years later. She was much older, much more experienced, and much more in love. She had met somebody, had fallen deep, and it had changed her life for the better.

Love was an interesting thing.

Mickey was standing at the corner of a street. The sun was shining brightly above him, and Lola realized he still looked as beautiful as ever -- his face was much more relaxed though as if the walls he had spent years putting up were suddenly all down, letting his pearl shine through, and glint in the sun. He was waiting for somebody outside of a store, and somehow, Lola knew it was his husband.

She couldn't remember his name, but she could never forget the look.

So many years had passed, and Lola had gone through so many relationships -- but the look was what always had her looking for more, never settling for anything short of what she knew she could have. What they showed her she could have.

Once she found someone who looked at her the way Ian -- Lola would only remember his name sometime later in the day -- looked at Mickey, and somebody she would look at the way Mickey looked at Ian -- that was when she'd know she had found the one.

Ian exited the store, much to Lola's expectation, his red hair, slightly grown out, fiery red in the Sun. The boy holding his hand was smiling widely, and the smile only grew once he saw Mickey.

The boy dropped Ian's hand and ran towards -- Lola simply knew -- his father, jumping into his arms. Mickey picked the small boy up effortlessly -- he was no older than five -- laughing along with him as the boy dove into, what Lola presumed, a story.

Ian and Mickey shared a look, so akin to the one they had shared that day, years ago, in the store, filled with so much love, adoration and happiness before focusing their gazes on their child. It wasn't just between them anymore -- the love they had was now for the little boy as well, nurturing and taking care of him, allowing him to bask in it. They probably didn't even realize they were doing it.

Lola felt tears in her eyes.

She had once searched for the look.

Now, she hoped she would one day be able to share this look with her own husband and her own child.

Lola patted her swollen belly.

One day.

She watched as the two men and boy pulled away, still listening to the story the boy was telling. Lola pulled her phone out as she watched their retreating forms.

Lola opened the group chat, typing excitedly.

 --- old army besties ---

LOLA (12:33 PM): You'll never guess who I just saw.

 She was thankful for many things Mickey Milkovich showed her, but the one thing she was grateful for the most was that thanks to him, the gossip never ended.