#single boost the hell out of this friends this is just wrong

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

I kinda wanna ask since reading you dancestor post on what we're the positives of each of the alpha trolls.

They can't have been completely terrible people, especially in the beginning.

Can do!

Damara: Used to be genuinely kind (and we still see her act sweet to the humans, with whom she has no beef). If her party had given literally a single solitary shit about her and tried to be nicer/more inclusive/didn't just stand by and let the bullying happen and stay friends with Meenah, she would've stayed that way.

Witches have great direct control and manipulative abilities over their aspect - it's implied the ultimate culmination of feferi's arc would've been equalizing the lifespans/psionics of all trolls, and jade is terrifyingly powerful even if she wasn't green sun-powered. It's implied that damara directly caused the ectobiology glitch in her session, directly changing Time (while dave and aradia appear to be beholden to its loops), so if she'd self actualized in a good way, there literally would not have been any "point of no return" for her party, and it's why her corruption IS her party's point of no return

Rufioh: He's a genuinely nice guy, he just lets his fear of responsibility fuck him (and everyone around him) way the hell over, and his terror of being the "bad guy" in a situation leads to him being a much much worse guy overall (he can't bring himself to break up with horuss because he reaallly doesn't want to hurt horuss's feelings, so we can assume him not telling damara about the affair is for similar reasons. but inaction is in itself a harmful choice, and to justify the harm he causes by his inaction, he has to dig himself deeper into a hole of shirking responsibility, until he literally starts going "idk why damara's upset" and "you know how she is, jealous and crazy").

Breath is an aspect of leadership, freedom, and independence, and rogues specialize not only in distributing their own aspect, but also in stealing their aspect from other entities in a way that buffs them in the opposite direction (for example, roxy can steal the void from something in order to make it exist). Thus, Rufioh at his best would not only be a leader in a breath-y way, but would be able to steal the breath from people in a way that boosts their unity and group cohesion - like he did as the Summoner. Unfortunately, that would be scary, and would require actually taking a stand on something.

Mituna: He was fucking correct about his team being assholes headed for disaster, and his team definitely should've listened to him! Ultimately, no matter how offensively he worded things, i believe that the fact that he WAS constantly trying to warn his team was done out of genuine concern and a place of care. Unfortunately, his team went "fuck you mituna" and now he has brain damage.

Not only were Mituna's Doom-inspired prophecies something his team definitely should've listened to, but Doom is an aspect associated with commiseration and empathy, in contrast to Life's oftentimes callous focus on solutions, moving forward, and trampling everything in its path. Had he tried to approach his team less from the lens of "you assholes are doing everything wrong, i'm going to call you slurs until you stop" and more from the angle of "hey, tell me about the bad shit that happened to you, let's feelings jam on that and come to a mutual realization that casteism dicks us all over," he probably would've seen more success.

Kankri: I do genuinely believe that there was a part of Kankri, deep down, that did actually care about equality and his friends. We see it peek out when he lists what he likes about Latula, this sincere appreciation for who she is as a person that mirrors Karkat at his best. Unfortunately, in his desire for control and blinded by his massive ego, he instead became a mouthpiece for the worst parts of his society, a binding force of status quo.

We know what Kankri at his best is: the Signless. If he were at all able to get over his Seer-associated massive ego, desire for attention, and self-inflicted blindness (his celibacy), he would be the ultimate guide to a genuinely equal society of kindness and compassion, not to mention healthy interpersonal relationships, as per Blood's provenance over bonds. Blood players possess a natural sense of responsibility, duty, and empathy, which, unfortunately for everyone, for Kankri flipped over into controlling behavior. It's sad, because he could've been good. They all could've been good.

Meulin: Meulin's not a bad person, genuinely; she's more on the side of being screwed over than doing the screwing over, though she does a fair bit of the latter as a result of the former. It's obvious that she came with a lot of Nepeta's better traits, initially - kindness, sweetness, sincerity - but that these have been stomped over, and her own inability to comprehend a healthy relationship has led to her inflicting shitty relationships on everyone else.

Heart governs feelings and the self, and mages can directly invoke a chosen future, although they can only invoke a future they believe in. Meulin as the Disciple is an example of what she could've been for her team - it was her records of the Signless that kept his legacy alive long enough to set Karkat up with a symbol and a lusus. Had she been treated with more kindness, and had people noticed her unhappiness, perhaps she would've been a matchmaker for good, instead of evil, leading her team to show each other more empathy, kindness, and forgiveness.

Porrim: I would call Porrim the most benign of the dancestors, primarily because she doesn't even really seem to know wtf is going on. Her views on feminism are correct, she's generally well-respected, and holds influence within the party. the problem is, she was so blinkered and tunnel-visioned that she mostly ended up being a super-bystander, like i don't even know if Porrim knows about the Damara situation? You'd think she'd say something if she did.

Space has associations with cycles, renewal, and interconnectivity, and Maids are great at managing and doling out their aspect - to the point where a common thread with the other two maids, Jane and Aradia, is this idea of them being "shadow leaders" (as opposed to knights, who take on more frontline/spotlighted roles). Had she been able to get her head in the actual game, instead of running wild on her tangent, she could've effected massive, actual change in her party, keeping them together and united, the center of their interconnected group. Alas.

Latula: Latula's become so entrenched in her shitty facade/quest for "identity" that she can't even acknowledge her own good points anymore. As Porrim points out, she's actually very intelligent and clever, and as Kankri points out, she's genuinely a hemoequalist and doesn't hold prejudices against peoples' blood colors. She's also an excellent judge of character, given her comments on Aranea; it's really too bad about the fact that she's dedicated so much of herself to her "gamer grl" "identity" that these traits have become deeply buried.

Knights struggle with deep insecurity, but are incomparable party leaders when they're able to get over it; Mind players are experts at understanding the chains of karma, cause and effect, cognition and behavior, and influencing outcomes by manipulating the people around them. A knight of mind at full capacity would be an incredible force of party leadership, able to easily mediate between conflicting parties and nudge teammates into working together and doing what the knight wants. Latula never exercises this power, however.

Aranea: A lot like Kankri, I do believe that there's a genuine kindness and compassion buried in Aranea... deep down. She does genuinely want to be helpful, and her exposition is usually factually correct, even if she can't keep her biases and poor judge of character out of them. I refer back to Aranea's explanations all the time, that's how much they actually do help in understanding the world. Unfortunately, those exact biases are the problem, and what a massive problem they turn out to be!

Sylphs are healers, nurturers, and protectors, but they have a massive empathy problem. Aranea's descriptions and showcases of her own abilities mean she 100% could've healed Mituna, Latula, Meulin, and/or Kurloz at any point, at least before they all died, and she chose not to, because she was too busy fawning over Meenah and not giving a shit about the "non-main characters" on her team. Given Light's associations with knowledge and comprehension, I wouldn't even be surprised if she could've endowed Damara with an auto-translator of some sort - if she, y'know, cared.

Horuss: There's... a lot about Horuss that's pretty odious, but at least you can say that he had a lot of genuine talents, and, as a Page, a lot of potential. Huge amount of potential. A lot like Equius, Horuss also does genuinely have a polite and helpful streak in him, though it's, unfortunately, massively tempered by his shitty beliefs - which, again like Equius, are mostly the result of mistaking fetishes for societal truth. If the people around him cared enough to take him to task for his shitty actions and shitty beliefs, he would probably fold like paper. Unfortunately, nobody bothered to do it.

That incomparable potential of a Page, and the simplicity associated with Void, could've made Horuss a deeply stabilizing force in the party, had they nurtured him to grow Void's uncomplicated nature, rather than allowed him to backslide into light-esque overcomplication. A page running at full tilt can overpower even lords - with the power to banish things directly into the void, horuss at full strength might have been capable of just soloing the bosses - especially since the dancestors had no LE to deal with. Alas.

Kurloz: Though they wind up perverted in pretty unforgivable ways, and even before that, were implied to be not particularly healthy relationships, the vibe is that Kurloz did have genuine care and affection for the people he was close to, Meulin and Mituna. This also implies that he was not actually casteist before his turn, especially seeing as he appears to be close enough with Damara that he was able to influence her religious views. He was likely, as with all Princes, a deeply troubled and complicated individual, but he was by no means unsalvageable.

And let's be so fucking for real, Princes kick ass and take names, that is what they are there to do. Rage is the power of literary criticism/impotence, the vital wellspring of revolutionary emotions and the ability to emphasize or deemphasize elements of the "narrative" to influence a desired outcome; honestly, it's probably one of the strongest possible Prince combinations, being capable of destroying not only unproductive ideas and party conflict, but of the concept of narrative impotence itself. literally what could've stopped him?

Cronus: Yeah I'll go to bat for Cronus. If you can look past his shittier actions, he's genuinely one of the most stable and level-headed members of the team. While he is utterly complicit in casteism, unlike the rest of his team, who turn a blind eye, he's willing to just say it as it is, and he's literally the only person on the entire team who's able to make Meenah have misgivings about the Condy's awesomeness/reflect on her own shitty actions. There's a refreshing sincerity to him that's sorely lacking from the rest of his poser-ass team, and it's a positive quality that I wish his team had nurtured, rather than Kankri grinding it into dust in the name of getting into Cronus's diamond.

Bards cause the first flap of a butterfly's wing that cascade into massive karmic victories or defeats, and Hope is a power that makes fake things real, turns impossible things possible, and outright defies the power scale. Had he manifested in a positive direction rather than a negative one, their team would've done some crazy shit. Alas, as-is, he's implied to be the origin of Kurloz's pivotal nightmare, and things only went downhill from there.

Meenah: Granted, I have few kind things to say about Meenah, but I guess objectively, she is "cool". People on her team do genuinely like and respect her, and she is an asskicker objectively, and I do think there are some positive motivations present in her story if you squint - like, I don't disbelieve Aranea when she says Meenah was trying to goad her shitty team into taking action, as this is consistent with what Meenah also says and thinks, but I'd call this motivation "overwhelmingly irrelevant" in light of the genuine cruelty she displayed.

Thieves are provacateurs, shakers of the status quo, and Life is a force of healing and forward motion. If anyone on Meenah's team (besides a Cronus being actively dampened by Kankri) had truly called her out and held her responsible for her bullshit and awfulness, and had she done any introspection and taken any accountability for her terrible actions at all, she may have seen some genuine success in her attempts to get her party to do something - especially given that Life is a healing force, like their Sylph, and if Meenah weren't so fucking selfish, she might've actually been able to do some good.

The thing is, the dancestors have some really solid fucking classpect pairings - while I don't believe there's any such thing as a "bad" classpect pairing, bard of hope, prince of rage, knight of mind, maid of space, rogue of breath, witch of time - these are honestly pretty cracked, and the others on the team are still pretty powerful. Moreover, their life on beforus left very few of them with the brain-breaking trauma that plagues the alternia team, so in a lot of ways, they were set up for success - and they squandered it.

By the time we meet them, they are all at their worst, and there's a tragedy in the fact that you can see the shadows of a really solid fucking team, had any of them chosen kindness and compassion before they reached their point of no return. but they didn't, in any timeline, and now here we are, with an evil time travelling wizard demon of fascism breathing down our necks.

[pedroshotwifey]

So, yeah, ummm.. hello. I'm not sure how to explain what I'd like to request cause I'm a bit shy and whatever, but I kinda have this need... Bought a skirt the other week, retro, midi, lots of volume, high-waist, a dream! Got so many compliments and I was always a DUFF and I felt confident for like 3 seconds...And then I thought, imagine Javi seeing you in that skirt for the first time, like at a work party or whatever and fucks you while you're wearing that skirt while everyone else is in another room. Like, IMAGINE, how that skirt would bunch up around the waist, and ooof

Long request made short: Why yes, a shy, innocent person here who was never hit on by men that wants to have chair sex with Javi in some janitors closet or whatever.

Is this too much? Feel like it's too much but anyway...18 from prompt list 4.

Bye.

Hey, babe, so sorry this took a while! I actually started working on it a couple of months ago and just got stuck 😅 Anyways, I hope this is along the lines of what you wanted! (Our girl ended up getting fucked over Javi's desk, but hopefully the smut will make up for that oversight on my behalf. If not, I'll gladly write something else for you ♥)

Pairing: Javier Peña x coworker!fem!reader

Tags/warnings: smut, unprotected PIV sex, mentions of fingering, Javi's huge dick™, semi-public sex, anon's skirt™, self-deprecating thoughts, but javi fixes that right up, dirty talk, getting caught (kind of), pet names (baby, hermosa, etc.), stuff I'm probably forgetting

W/C: 2.7k

Summary: You start thinking down on yourself---luckily, Javi's there to lift you back up. Nothing some praise and a good fuck in his office can't fix.

Mini Skirt

You glance at the clock on the wall from where you’ve been perched on your desk, watching the office mingle. You’ve only been at this party for an hour and you’re already getting the urge to leave. You’d thought it was such a good idea at first, but now you just think you’re an idiot. It was all because of that damn skirt. You sigh and glance down at it. Yeah, that’s why. 

It’s fucking gorgeous, you’re not even going to lie. Retro, short as hell, high waisted, fluffed with luscious volume, and the perfect fit. You’d only worn it once before this, but that was before you’d moved and gotten a job with the Colombian DEA. It had given you a boost of confidence unlike any you’d had before, and had gotten you an absurd amount of compliments. Hell, you’d been confident coming in here with it on.

Now you’re thinking that may have had something to do with the fact that you’d known those people for much longer. Or maybe you’re completely delusional, and the skirt really just isn’t that cute. Not on you, at least. Not a single person has approached you yet. It’s a little humiliating if you’re being honest. You’d waved to Steve when you came in with the intention to talk—and probably ask about where you could find his gorgeous partner you’ve been harboring a crush on since you got here—but he pretty much blew you off. 

It had stung a little bit, but you’d shaken it off and kept going in hopes that someone else would pull you into their conversation. How wrong you were to think that. Everyone has ignored you so far. You’re not sure what you did wrong. Maybe people just don’t like you. That realization hurt like a bitch. You thought these people were your friends by the way they’ve acted toward you during weekdays

You only realize your eyes are tearing up when you look up at the clock again and find it blurry. That’s it. You’re out of here. You’ve learned your lesson. You hop off the desk and start making your way to the door, your face heating as self-deprecating thoughts race through your head a million miles a minute. You don’t look at Javi’s office as you pass it just in case he’s in there. Out of everyone here, you don’t want him to see you like this. You’re not dumb, you know the relationship the two of you have is bordering on flirtatious, but this is far too vulnerable of a state for you to be in to be around him right now. 

Yet you still stop when you hear his voice calling your name as you’re pushing the door open. It’s a bodily reaction for you to halt and start to turn. Of course he would spot you the one time you’re wishing he wouldn’t. You turn all the way, watching him as you try to hold your tears in. Hopefully you can play this off right and be on your way. 

“Yes?” you ask. You hear the waver in it, and you can tell Javi does too by the wince he tries to hide. 

“Where are you going?”

You’re almost taken aback. Why does he care? 

“Home,” you say, about to turn and reach for the door again.

“But you’ve only been here for a little while.” You watch as his eyes drop down your body, slowly taking you in. He licks his lips when they land on your skirt, and it makes you squirm.

“You look good,” he tells you, his gaze back on yours. His voice is raspier than it was a minute ago. It makes you weak in the knees, if you’re being honest. 

“Thank you.” It’s a quiet sound. Your cheeks feel hot. 

“Why are you leaving, carino? Is everything okay?” 

You have to focus hard on holding back tears, as well as embarrassment now. Do you really want to tell him what’s bothering you?

“Everybody’s been ignoring me since I got here,” you blurt before you can stop it. Javi takes a step forward, sympathy flashing in his warm brown eyes for a moment before giving you one more once-over. 

“In that outfit?” he asks. “On top of being the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of, that’s a damn shame.” 

You look down towards the floor, though a smile starts to tug at your lips. 

“Why don’t you come back in for a while.” His gaze darkens. “My office, maybe?”

Your mouth feels like cotton as you gravitate toward him. Your hand falls into his and you allow him to lead you back into his office as his mouth comes down by your ear. “What are you gonna do, Javi?” you ask, lust clear in your question. 

“Someone needs to ravish you in that fucking skirt before you leave,” he whispers, making you shiver. “And I know nobody else has the balls to bend you over their desk like I’m about to do.”

Your head snaps to look at his smirk. Your eyes are wide, your lips parted with both shock and desire. He chuckles slightly and glances around before stepping into the office with you at his side. You’re dreaming—you’ve got to be dreaming. But the way his hand slips around your waist feels too real.

“And after that, I’m gonna go out there and try to understand what the hell could have been blinding all those people to not want to talk to you.” 

You’re stunned, yet you keep your eyes on him as he shuts and locks the door behind him. Everything is happening so quickly, but you’d be damned if you tried to delay or stop it. 

You’re the one to meet his lips as soon as he turns your way, backing him towards the door as he hungrily reciprocates. His big hands travel down to your skirt, smoothing down the fabric to cradle the flesh of your ass. He’s dangerously close to the heat brewing between your thighs, to the wetness you know is beginning to seep through the seat of your panties. 

But all you can focus on is how intoxicating his tongue mingling with yours is, the plushness of his lips against yours. He tastes faintly like whiskey and cigarettes, just as you would have guessed, but somehow better. 

You moan against him as he squeezes your ass, bringing you flush to him so you can feel his erection against your abdomen. You groan against his lips upon feeling it, your mouth dropping open for a second in surprise. 

“Oh, god, Javi,” you moan. “Please, I need you,” you beg, one of your hands trailing down to gently brush over his covered cock. 

“Shit, baby, alright, I’ve got you.” He starts walking you back, keeping his lips on you until the backs of your thighs hit his desk. As soon as he feels the resistance, he pulls away just enough for you to start to protest, but you quickly stop when he grabs your hips and spins you around to face the desk. His open palm pushes firmly but gently on your back until your chest is flush to the top of it. 

Just the action in itself makes you moan, so when he flips your skirt up and pulls your panties down to your ankles within the next second, your skirt bunching around your hips, you nearly lose it. “I know, hermosa, I know.” His hand makes it way down to your cunt. 

You swear he growls as he strokes you gently, just barely teasing you. “Dios mío,” he mutters. “Fuckin’ soaked for me, gorgeous.” 

“Thought about this a lot,” you breathe. “Thought about your fingers, your cock.” 

Javi groans behind you. 

“Gonne be the fuckin’ death of me, sweet girl.”

“Please, Javi,” you beg again, not sure for what at this point. Something. Anything. 

This time, he puts more pressure on your folds, parting you and letting your wetness smear obscenely on his fingers. You moan as he starts to rub up and down again, teasing your clit with every stroke. 

“Yeah, you want to take my fat cock, hermosa?”

“Yes, Javi, please!” You sound borderline whiny as you push yourself back into him, trying to entice him into giving you a few fingers. 

“Okay, baby, come for me first. Need you ready.” 

You nod, and his fingers move to pay attention directly to your clit, starting to rub tight and fast circles. You can already feel the tension within you rising, getting you close to the edge faster than you previously thought was possible. So when he takes a step forward, pushing his clothed crotch into your ass, and his fingers get harder and faster against you, you fall apart. 

Heat races through you as you arch your back, moaning his name too loud, which prompts him to cover your mouth with his free palm. You settle against it, aftershocks making you shiver as he helps you through your orgasm. 

He removes his hands from you, and you barely have time to settle down before you hear the clinking of his belt being undone, and then the broad tip of his cock nestled at your entrance. 

“You ready, angel?” 

Out of breath, you frantically nod your head, your cheek pressed to the desk as you watch him. 

He chuckles lightly at your enthusiasm. “Words, sweetheart.” 

“Yes, Javi, please fuck me with your big cock,” you plead. 

You Think you hear him mutter something along the lines of “good girl”, as he pushes himself into you, your walls splitting around him. Your mouth drops open, your hands sliding across the desk as you try to grip on to something. Javi holds your hips firmly as he slowly feeds you every inch. 

“God dammit, baby, you’re so fuckin’ tight,” Javi grits through his teeth. 

He waits until he’s fully seated, and then rubs a hand gently up and down your back, soothing you as you adjust to him. He’s so big—long and thick. You think you can feel him in your lungs. But you only wait a few moments before pushing back to him, his cock nudging your g-spot as you signal for him to move. 

Your toes curl when he pulls out the first time, leaving just the tip before smoothly sliding back in. There’s a lewd squelching sound when his pelvis meets your ass, and it only spurs you on. You clench around him, more turned on than you’ve ever been in your life. 

The friction as he builds up a steady pace is absolutely heavenly, his dick dragging deliciously against your soaked walls with each thrust. He’s stretching you out so nice, making room so he can fuck you good and fast. It’s by impulse that you reach one of your hands down between your legs, not to play with your clit, but you spread your fingers and feel the way he’s shoving himself in. 

The soft, wet skin of his cock skims the skin between your fingers, making both of you moan. 

“You like that, huh, honey? Like the way I stretch you out so good?” 

“Yes, Javi,” you keen. “S’ good.” At this point, you’re slurring your speech, growing delirious with every press of his tip to your cervix. It’s a gentle punch, giving you the perfect amount of stimulation to have your second orgasm building. It’s an overwhelmingly addictive feeling, the heat bubbling within you, the way your muscles tense up and make you shake. 

Your mind can only focus on the steady build up, the way his pace gets faster and more frantic with every second, the way his grip tightens on your hips and he lets little grunts slip from his lips. You almost wish you could be turned around so you could kiss him again, hungry and desperate to convey everything you’re feeling right now. 

But even if you did have that option, you probably wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up with the way he’s making your legs feel like jello—absolutely useless at this point. Your head is starting to get dizzy again. You swear you grow wetter as you get closer to coming. 

It happens so suddenly, the words don’t make it to your tongue before you’re gushing around Javi, a silent scream falling from you. It’s intense and long. You only realize your ears have been ringing once they stop and Javi’s praise hits them instead.

“Oh, fuck! Just like that, baby.” 

“Shit, I’m gonna come, where do you want me?” His words are as sloppy and rushed as his thrusts.

“In-Inside,” you blurt, using what little strength you have you reach the hand that had been on your cunt earlier to hold on to his hand still on your hip. 

“Oh fuck,” he grunts before thrusting a few more times and then stilling within you, burrying himself deep and holding you flush to him. He bends down over you, groaning into your ear as his cum paints your walls. 

When he’s finished, he slowly stands back up, pulling himself out of you. His seed drips out, falling down your thighs and pussy. You’re a bit jealous that Javi can see it and you can’t.  He stands there, just admiring for an extra second, before helping you up as well. You watch as he opens a drawer on his desk and pulls out a spare tie. He gives you no time to protest before he starts to wipe your spent cunt with it. 

You study him as he crouches down and cleans you the best he can, admiring his eyes, nose, lips, his sweaty brow and the way his soft curls cling to it. When he’s done, he stands back up, pulling your panties into place. He kisses you again, slower this time, savoring the moment.

Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door. You both look at each other with panicked expressions, which only worsen as a set of keys begin to jingle as whoever it is unlocks the door. Javi barely has time to fix his pants and shove you half-way behind him before Steve’s stepping in like he owns the place. His eyes widen when he looks up, immediately clocking what just went down in here. 

“Shit, sorry, Javi, I thought you’d gone home—” 

His eyes catch on you, apparently just realizing who is in here with him. You swear he almost smiles as visible relief floods his features. 

“Fucking finally. You’ve been killing us.”

Speechless, you just gape at him. What is even going on right now? Javi says nothing either, probably more embarrassed than shocked, though, judging by the red hue crawling up his face when you take a glance at him. Apparently the two of you weren’t as discrete as you had thought.

“Whole office steered clear of the both of you in hopes this would happen and put us out of our misery tonight.”

Steve stays in the doorway, waiting for one of you to say something else. When you don’t, he raises his brows and retreats, calling out as he closes the door, “Also, I’m out twenty bucks now, so feel free to leave that on my desk at some point, Jav.” 

The door shuts and the two of you slowly turn to look at each other. “Did you know they would do that?” You immediately ask. 

Javi shrugs. “They’ve done it before, but I guess I didn’t think about it happening to us.”

“I thought people just didn’t like me, you asshole,” you throw out in a teasing tone. Javi raises his hands in defense. 

“Hey, carino, I didn’t tell anybody to ignore you. That was all them.” 

You shake your head. “Scared to get near me,” you mumble, chuckling slightly. “Bunch’a bullshit.” 

Though you have to admit, it does feel a lot better knowing that the entire office doesn’t hate you. Obviously it’s not their first time playing collective matchmaker. A little harsh, but clearly effective. 

Javi winks at you, as if reading your thoughts. “Alright, baby, let’s get you cleaned up and out in the office to mingle. I think you’re owed more than a few apologies by now.”

You snort and take a step back from him. “After what just happened,” you say, “I think I’m gonna call it even.”

**********

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[suzyandthefox]

An Accident

Inspired by this prompt! Thanks @opikarts

Even though the pred in question isn't a scientist and is just a tired college student

A sequel (or prequel?) to the last fic, But also works as a standalone

Accidental g/t soft safe vore, male pred and Non-binary prey

Warnings: 1 f bomb and very mild mentions of drugs.

Taglist: @pineappleparfaitie

"Say,Ryan, you never told me how did you find out that you can, Y'know, control your stomach?”

Oliver, still shrunken, asked his best friend.

The latter sighed heavily, and looked away for a moment.

“It wasn't fun at all,I can tell you that,” He adjusted himself to sit more comfortably on his bed, as he looked to his shrunken buddy, who was sitting on the counter beside him.

He remembered the events of yesterday,and how it was a hard experience that required a lot of courage from both Oliver and himself.

“It wasn't as easy as it was with you, either.”

“Wait… you did that before?” The idea of Ryan being someone who is used to swallowing living beings creeped out Oliver.

“Yes… and no.” Ryan seemed to be disturbed by just remembering how it happened. “Wait, how did you think I found out?”

“I don't know, but it definitely wasn't that,” Oliver shrugged. 

“Can you at least me tell what happened? Now I really want to know!” Oliver's curiosity was piqued, despite the logical part of him finding it gross and awful.

Ryan gave up and just shook his head.

“Very well,”

==========

It was a while ago, when Ryan was studying for one of his finals.

That particular night, he had a final that he was worried about. It was a subject that even a nerd like himself found complicated, and now that he recalls these events, he can't even seem to remember what it was exactly.

He had pulled an all-nighter that night, studying all the way to past midnight. 

His back hurt like hell, so he got up and stretched, his tired eyes fighting sleep. 

A large cup of Ice coffee would be great, he thought.

He walked to the kitchen, realising that he still didn't do the dishes and that they were there since dinner. “I will do these in the morning,” he told himself.

At that moment he was content with washing a single cup, and wandered around the kitchen to get the few ingredients he needed for the caffeine boost.

He must have taken way too long,or was way too deep in his thoughts to notice the change, because when he mixed the ingredients together,he didn't realise that there was an ingredient that was already there.

An ingredient that wasn't supposed to be there at all.

Ryan poured the coffee,the milk, the sugar,and the ice, and gave the mixture a good swirl with the only clean spoon in his apartment.

He downed the entire drink in one go, and that resulted in him choking on something.

In a stressful, painful moment, he felt a weight in his throat, something big and distinct, and he could swear to god that at the moment, it felt alive.

Lodged right above his esophagus, it took him a good few seconds of coughing and swallowing, before he was able to gulp down whatever interrupted his airway.

It felt very cold, so he hoped that it was just an ice cube. At worst cases, it might be a bug, he got chills in his spine just by thinking about that possibility.

He ran his hand through his black hair and sighed, realising that there's the taste of something that wasn't coffee on his mouth… Fabric?

He shook his head, the experience made him awake, that's for sure.

But as he sat down to study, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong.

It reminded him of when he felt that someone was in danger, or it was as if he had committed a mistake

In both cases, he was still uneasy and unsure of what to do.

So he closed that textbook, and tried focusing his senses on where he felt that uneasiness.

As he expected, it came from his stomach, of course that iced coffee had something off about it. He put a hand on his stomach as it ached, it was churning and moving, making him feel sick. 

It felt as if there's a warm weight inside him, a weight that shouldn't be there at all.

That's where it hit him…

It had a pulse, it was a living being.

Ryan desperately denied the situation, but his enhanced senses only proved the opposite. He pressed two fingers on where the being should be, and tried to trace its form. 

The thought of it being a bug or a mouse made him want to vomit, but the info he is receiving from his system implied something far worse.

That being wasn't squirming and flailing, but it was very much alive and awake.

His fear came true when he realized, as he pressed where the uninvited guest should be, that it was humanoid shaped.

And it was trembling, the poor thing was scared to death.

He thought the worst case was swallowing some sort of vermin but no, it was a sapient being, Borrowers were very much humans, in both how they looked and how they acted.

So for him to send one of them through this? When he is supposed to be a hero that saved people? Guilt clawed at him, ripping him to shreds.

He found himself rubbing his stomach, especially where the poor thing was, his heart heavy with fear for his innocent prisoner and heavy with guilt that ate at him.

He, of course, should've just tried to cough them up, but he felt a desperate need to comfort the poor little one, he wanted to hug them, it did not help at all that he was able to hear their faint, soft sobs as his senses were entirely focused on them.

If he could just… Keep them safe, and tell them they were alright, and put them somewhere comfortable.

As if his system reacted to his thoughts, he found himself thinking of the idea of controlling his digestive system, experimenting with something he wasn't sure about.

Perhaps it was his anxiety that made him think like that, instead of outright letting the borrower out, or perhaps he found it as an opportunity to test out something new.

So he attempted control over his digestive system, perhaps he could, somehow, stop the acids? At the very least, it would make letting them out a bit easier for both him and them.

“Eek!” The tiniest squeak was emitted from the poor borrower as the environment around them changed, and Ryan broke into millions of pieces at that sound.

He prayed that his stomach didn't hurt them that much, that by some sheer miracle, they were only minorly injured.

 Realistically, the process of digestion takes a few hours when it comes to meat, so he hoped that by this logic, his prisoner wouldn't be harmed that much.

He shook his head as he contemplated what to do, he could tell there was a change, an uncomfortable one for him, sure,but a change nonetheless.

But if he wanted to be fully sure, he had to ask the borrower.

The idea was stupid, it's not like the borrower would talk to him after what happened.

The boy put his face in his hands, he wanted to scream from his depths, this was all too much for him to handle.

At the very least, he had to get someone to think with him.

Emilia would know, she is used to him getting in weird situations like this, and despite looking like she doesn't care about anything, she always gave him solid advice.

He brought out his phone and immediately texted her, to his surprise, she responded.

“Sup” Her text appears on the glowing screen of his phone.

“Need ur opinion” He typed back, and proceeded to type a wall of text about the situation that just happened.

“NGL, thats pretty fucked.” The skull emoji she punctuated her messages with didn't help at all.

“What should i do??!!”

“Talk to them or something, dunno, but if u decided to keep them there, which is a rlly weird choice BTW, then dont just leave them alone, at least make it look like u care bro”

She was right, he decided to keep them, then he should talk to them.

He rubbed his stomach again, and decided to take Emilia’s advice.

“Hey,” He gently spoke, making sure to lower his voice as if he was afraid his voice was going to be too loud for them

He felt a shift inside him, the little one was surprised to hear him talk, he thought.

“Yes you, little buddy,” He spoke ever so gently, as if talking to a kitten. “Are you alright? Physically at least?” 

He bit his lip, he thought that the question was bold, especially when he was the one who put them through all of this.

“... Kind of,” Ryan's body tensed,he didn't actually think that they would respond, their voice was, understandably, muffled by his flesh and quiet from their fear.

If he didn't have enhanced hearing he probably wouldn't have heard them at all.

“A bit shaken… but not dead, why are you asking?” The borrower asked, their voice echoing slightly in the flesh chamber that was Ryan's stomach, it was shaking, 

And Ryan found himself pressing a hand to his stomach, as if wanting to hold them, to cradle them.

“I'm very very sorry, I didn't see you, I should have been more careful and_”

“It wasn't your fault.” They interrupted him. “It was mine,I should have been more careful, going around in a human’s house, because of accidents like… this one.”

“Look, normally I shouldn't be trusting humans, especially one that, well, basically ate me…” Ryan was surprised at their shift and how talkative they've become, but maybe it meant that they trusted him.

“But, you did something here, I don't know what it is exactly, or if humans are supposed to do that, but it saved my life, I…I can tell you are a nice human.”

The borrower yawned softly, and Ryan gently patted his stomach, feeling how tired they were.

“Would you like me to let you out now?” He already knew their answer,but he wanted their permission in order to not throw them off guard.

“Actually… the thing you did with your stomach, the one that… doesn't make it deadly, how long does it last?” Well, that's not what he was expecting.

“Maybe a whole day or something, before it starts negatively impacting me…” Ryan wasn't going to go into detail about his powers to a borrower of all things. “Why are you asking again?”

“Look, I know it sounds weird and inconvenient but_” He hoped it's not what he was thinking about.

“If it's safe for me,can I spend the night here? It's soft and nice, if a bit slimy…” It was, Indeed, what he was thinking of.

He texted Emilia again, and to not make the borrower feel forgotten,he traced circles around his stomach with his other hand.

“Give me a moment.” He told them as he wrote his request to Emilia.

“M! i talked to them and now they want to spend the night in my stomach!”

“Pookie,if i didn't know how much of a goody two shoes u r, i would’ve said ur high as a fuckin kite.”

“Eh, let em sleep, they prolly had a real long night.”

Ryan closed the phone and threw it next to him, his attention shifted to his… He didn't know what to call them at this point, Guest? Tenant? Cargo?

“You can go ahead and rest…” He found himself speaking tenderly, as if the idea of them trusting him enough to rest was appealing to him.

“Thank you… sir.” The tired borrower yawned again and stretched, and Ryan felt their limbs brushing at the folds of his stomach.

“Sure…uhh… you're welcome.” He awkwardly replied as he gave his stomach a pat.

That night, Ryan wasn't able to get even a wink of sleep, and he wasn't able to move out of his bed either.

He feared that any wrong movement might wake up the sleeping little buddy inside his guts, or worse, squish them.

That, and his stomach was protesting with all it's might for not being able to digest it's resident, constantly gurgling and moving around them, but not enough as to wake them up.

So he spent the whole night staring at his phone, watching random videos of cats and doom scrolling.

He coughed up the borrower in the morning. It was a weird process for him, but he was glad that they were unharmed overall.

And they were grateful for him offering them protection for one whole night, even if it came at the cost of him failing his final.

At least, after that, Ryan had little good things happen in his life, he never lost a pair of socks,or a pen, or even a paperclip.

His phone was always charged, and generally, it seemed that the little one was trying to pay back for that one night of safety they had inside his belly, where no being could ever reach them.

He still hasn't seen them since he let them out, but he can respect and understand that.

==========

“You haven't seen them yet?”

“Yeah, but I understand the secretive nature of a borrower, besides, I wouldn't blame them if they are still scared of me after what happened. Maybe they asked to stay only because they were absolutely desperate, delirious even.”

“I see… But I can't believe you told Emilia before you told me!”

“She… gives good advice, and she is pretty reasonable.” Ryan blushes.

“She is a junkie, and a school dropout, if her advice was that good, she should've gone by it.” Oliver grumbled, even if Emilia was his friend as well, he still couldn't deny that aspect of it.

Oliver was then taken back by Ryan putting his thumb and index underneath his armpits, as if he was going to pinch his torso.

“Careful,tiny, you're still bite sized…” Ryan warned gently, his expression was still as calm and sweet as always.

There were a few things Oliver feared more than a threat from Ryan, no matter if they were jokes or real.

Oliver wasn't sure anymore if his stay with Ryan was as safe as he imagined, but it will be okay, Ryan was his best friend after all.

He wouldn't hurt his best friend, right?

Right?

[sketchfanda]

Kirishima’s Mystique:2 Bunnies & a Riot

If you were to ask Kirishima how he felt about his life, he’d likely say it was about 51% sweet as can be and 49% grief and hassle. Now why you may be asking, is that his particular answer? Well let’s sum up the 51%, he had graduated UA along with some of his best friends, had two awesome,sexy as hell and kinky as fuck girlfriends, who he shared an apartment with and was currently interning as a sidekick under the best damn father/big brother figure around in Fatgum. Daily routines of training, patrol, community service and much more made for an active and fulfilling career for sure.

The 49% on the other hand well was the hell he currently found himself facing. Why and what is that you might ask? Well it had to do with his current job at the moment you see. It was simple enough routine stuff, a very high up socialite single mother and her daughter had been victims of harassment from a stalker and requested Kirishima specifically as their bodyguard.

Seems he’d come very highly recommended and was considered the right man for the job which admittedly did quite a boost in his sense of self esteem. The problem you might ask? Oooh where to even begin but one thing the study himbo knew was, if mineta ever found about this? There was no doubt the grape runt woild cursing him and crying bloody tears harder than when he found out about the chivalrous tank’s relationship with Mina and Maya.

The clients in question you see were American relatives of Fatgum's fierce shortstack girlfriend, Rumi Usagiyama aka the no.5 nation ranked hero Mirko. Which showed in their having similar but different rabbit based heteromorph mutation quirks which made them quite exotic and more than easy on the eyes. The friendly, casual widow Patricia Bunny and her quirky, (pun unintended) feisty spitfire of a daughter Lola were the sort of gals who turned heads and made jaws drop wherever they went and it showed. Unfortunately for Kirishima of course, the problem for him was the duo were a veritable tag team of god-fuck-damned teases and flirts!!!

Now don't get him wrong, Patricia and Lola were very affable clients who made sure he was comfy while he stayed over acting as their bodyguard. The Bunny duo of course staying at a lovely little hotel and ensuring he had a room to himself. And so far, so good there hadn't been sign of trouble from this stalker of theirs, yet anyway. But not a day ever passed by when either mother or daughter wasn't seeming to go out of their way to make him die of arousal as he recalled certain moments and events coming to mind.

~Montage of Kirishima's Lament~

Lola:"Hey Red, found my old basketball gear? Still fits, don't you think?"*the plucky bunny bombshell seeming asked innocently as she stood in front of Kirishima while he sat on the couch watching tv. Just casually spinning a basketball on her finger with ease and skill with a coy smile on her cute and sexy face. The hardhead redhead's crimson eyes unable to tear away from how small and snug that outfit was on her. Her shorts riding up to the point they seemed like a thong as her jersey exposed her toned midriff and the underside of her perky boobs.*

Kirishima:".....I'm sorry what was the question again?" *Facepalming hard at just blurting out such a simple and stupid question. His face as red as his hair as Lola seemed pretty amused at his reaction. It only got worse for him when Lola convinced him to play a few rounds of hoops with her to pass the time. Suffice to say seeing in her motion in that outfit was a whole new level of awkward for him….*

~~~~~~ Patricia:*sunbathing by the hotel pool as Kirishima stood by as per his role as bodyguard. The thicc milf catching his attention as she waved at him and held up a bottle.*”Sorry to be a bother but could put this lotion on me? Can’t quite reach my own back you know and got to make sure this fur stays sleek and silky smooth..”*She had to be doing this on purpose, just her one piece swimsuit alone hugged that plump, curvy MILF body of hers in all the right ways. But she was the boss, so to speak...*

Kirishima:"....o-okay..."*That was all he could say as he nodded dumbly, accepting the bottle as he couldn't look away. Patricia's back to him as she peeled off the top of her swimsuit and laid on her frontside on the chair. Her furry tits pressing against the surface of her towel as she awaited her lotion. The sounds she began to make soon as he put his soaking hands on her didn't help his libido, nor did the feel of her skin and fur under the touch of his palms and fingers.*

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Among other such examples of course whether it was individually or together, mother and daughter's teasing and flirting had been wreaking havoc on our resident himbo. Be it their shopping trips where they would try on all sorts of outfits and show them off to him, especially lingerie or swimwear. Or how they took their sweet time dressing or undressing and seeming to forget to leave their bedroom door closed and locked, likewise when showering or bathing. Of course he couldnt ever find time for a little privacy to rub one out, like he really wanted to pull a Mineta!!

Don't even get him started of course on the stealthy groping and feel copping they'd pull, making it clear they found him more than easy on the eyes and enjoying that physique of his. Oh sure, he'd say that was just them being teasing but friendly, their own way of showing appreciation for keeping them feeling safe and secure from this whole stalker thing. But there was a part of him that felt a sense of deja vu, after all this was the kind of thing he'd see Mirko doing the same thing to Fatgum plenty of times, that feisty shortstack really loved riling up her "Gummy Bear" she so loved to call him affectionately. And a small part of him did rather like it, reminded him of Mina and Maya, who naturally teased him and asked if he'd gotten around to really having some "Fun" with the mother daughter duo to which he made certain to deny.

Not to say the temptation wasn't there of course, so many sleepless nights and waking up to such major morning wood that he had to rub one out first chance he could. You try keep your libido at bay when you had all this going on as the sturdy hero lounged on the couch in his suite, idly channel surfing to keep his mind busy. Reminding himself that sooner or later, this mission would have to end and they'd part ways soon as they dealt with this whole stalker crisis. It was kind of a downer, teasing and flirting aside Patricia and Lola were a sweet pair.

His train of thought and his channel surfing of course came to a pause as his phone buzzed, seeing a text from Lola that seemed pretty direct and serious. Requesting for him to come to hers and her mother's room as soon as he could, that they needed to discuss something urgently. No doubt some recent development came up in regards to their Stalker as he decided not to keep them waiting too long, exiting his room and making his way to their bedroom door. Knocking first of course as he waited for a response, after all it'd be impolite to barge in before announcing himself.

Soon as the door opened of course, he didn't have much of a chance to say anything as Lola's firm but silky hand grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him right inside. The door shutting behind him as he heard the telltale signs of it being locked, greeted with only darkness as it was evening time. Only to hear the telltale signs of Lola and Patricia giggling in that sensual, teasing tone he had become more than well acquainted with when he heard the click of a lightswitch being flipped on. The room being illuminated and his eyes greeted by the sight of the mother and daughter rabbit babes standing before him as they were rocking some of the sexiest lingerie ensembles that guaranteed any hot blooded man would get a raging hard-on for.

The mother daughter bunny rabbit duo's grins were as sensual as they were mischiveous as they took in Kirishima's gobsmacked reaction. Devious intentions twinkling in their eyes as their differing but equally sexy furry bombshell frames struck pin-up poses showing off akin to a peacock with ita tailfathers. Knowing full well what it was doing for and to him as they glanced at his crotch to see his shorts develope a swelling bulge which made them tingle with anticipation. Their bodyguard speechless naturally as they decided to answer his unspoken questions to what was even going on right now.

Lola:"Hey there handsome, like what you? We definitely hope so because tonight, we're all yours to do what you'd like. And yes that's exactly what it sounds like...."*The younger lapin stunner spoke in a husky tone as she made her way on over to their sturdy protector. Hands caressing his chest, cooing at feeling those firm pecs before she made her way down to grasp the end of his tanktop. Giggling at just how mindblown the Red Riot hero was seeming going by the look on his face. All the while her big beauty of a mom made her way to hug him from behind as her hands snaked under said shirt to tease and caress his washboard abs.*

Patricia:"Really now, two gals like us in our sexual prime sharing company of a looker like you under the same roof for hours and days on end? It gives ideas and you been doing such a wonderful job making us feel safe. Chivalry like that deserves a little something special so better bring your A guy, you absolute unit it you..."*The sexy widow teased playfully, her and daughter giggling as they ambushed Kirishima with sudden kisses. Patricia having a turn first as she really showed her experience, tongue dancing and exploring his mouth as she blew his mind. Before Lola made her move for her turn, pressing her muzzled lips as she memorised his particular taste and flavour, delighted to find him instinctively returning the sloppy kiss. Increasing the intensity of their sensual oral dance by making it a 3 way kiss, as the primal portion of Kirishima's brain kicked in to tell him he was kissing a sexy mother and daughter at the same time.*

It was a spark of a thought that found his body rolling with the wave of momentum bourhgt forth by Patricia and Lola's sinful make-out session as they pried his tanktop off of him. Giggling and purring as they relished the sight and feel of his Herculean physique, his muscles delightful to their touuch. Pulling the hard-headed redhead towards the bed with them as they plaufylly but firmly nudged him to fall and lay back down, hands quickly grabbing his shorts by the waistbands as they pulled them down. Boxers and all as their eyes widened, sensual blushes and grins on their faces as they gasped in awe at the sight of his exposed cock and balls, that pulsing length and girth of pussy pleasing, womb hammering heaven fully erect and ready to rock their world as Kirishima's Libido had taken the helm.

They wasted no time in expression their desire for this prime specimen of man as they knelt down, grasping his shaft in their hands as they commenced with a double team mother daughter fellatio. Assauling that fuckhammer from tip to base with licks and kisses, taking turns sucking and blowing on it as they drowned it with a generous shower of their saliva. The taste and scent making their brains drown with pleasure as they even made sure to give his balls just as much attention, his groans and gasps of ectasy music to their ears as they deepthroated his shaft. Their pussies gushing through their silk panties in anticipation of this oral preview of the action they'd soon be getting from the sturdy himbo, thighs becoming sticky and soaked with their warm nectar.

Patricia:"Oooooh fuuuck yeah, sweetie if this goes wild enough I think I might be giving you a new little brother or sister in the future...."*The rowdy BBW MILf rabbit declared as she bounced and rode on Kirishima's cock cowgirl style. Her pussy finding the experience of his length and girth filling it even better than anticipated, as her juicy furry ass jiggled with every impact. Her now braless tits bouncing hypnotically as Lola groped and played with herself, biting her lip erotically as she waited for her turn. Kirishima gritting his shark teeth as his hands firmly held onto the thick, juicy single mama's hips.*

Lola:"AAaahhn, so much better than beating and rubbing one out in the bathroom, right cutie? How long you wanted this? Be honest, I'm sure it's hot..."*The spunky, fesity rabbit babe quipped sensually, her husky voice filling the room with moans as she found Kirishima getting a little more assertive, abrasive even to the delight of her and her mother. Bouncing on his lap as she found his hands on her well toned bubbly ass, her tits rubbing against his pecs, fur against skin as they conducted a seated lotus position. Tongue dancing with his in a sloppy kiss as Patricia laid a few feet from them on the bed regaining her strength from some mindnumbing orgasms as her pussy overflowed with a generous load of cream. The bombshell thinking there was no doubt their stud would also wind up making Patricia a grandmother if their himbo bull kept up such a pace and output.

It was certainly the case as Kirishima found himself going full primal caveman on the mother daughter rabbit duo, unleashing and venting days of pent up frustration and teasing. Yet also relishing their kinky desire to be so willing to give themselves to him like this as he unleashed the extent of his sexual experience, prowess and virility upon them. Going from taking them in turns to two on one much to their delight of course as it seems the duo had quite a very close boind to be so open to something right out of one of Mineta's porn video collection. The grapehead would no dout be hating the hardhead so bad right now or want to be him one way or another.

The luxury suite of Patricia and Lola's bedroom was a symphony of eroticism, echoing howls and moans of passion making sweet music with the rhythm of muscular skin slapping and pounding against furry, sexy skin. The now fully nude mother and daughter duo experiencing the Red Riot stamina machine first hand as their studly bodyguard seemed deadset on taking them to SatisfactionAvenue and back again even though this was supposed to be about rewarding him for such a job well done. Such a chivalrous gentleman even when it came to sex, the guy was a keeper!! And they loved it!!

From fucking one of them doggy style or missionary as they ate the other out, to laying atop one another as they made out while he pumped and thrust in turn into or in between their sloppy, hot pussies. To utilising his 1% trick just when it seemed like he was hitting his limit as he continued to make a veritable threesome kama-sutra with the bunny duo but little did they know he pretty much mre or less had done so with Mina and Maya. To say nothing of the thrill of taking it from anal style or having their heads hang off the edge of the bed as he would facefuck them or the feel of his pulsing cock as they gave him a titfuck, especially in tandem. But naturally it had to be when he came inside of them that they enjoyed the most, the primal thrill of feeling like there was no doubt this stud was going to be their breeding bull.

Little did this kinky threesome know of course was their stalker problem had just wound up resolving itself. Around the time that Kirishima had gotten the text to come to their bedroom, the twisted freak had located the hotel they were staying at and had rigged up a climbing harness. Making his way up to where their suite was located only to come upon their window just in time to see the double team blowjob the mother and daughter pair were giving their Red Riot stud. His brain having a breakdown to find his the objects of his twisted affection in the midst of sexual activity with some rando, it was too much for him to comprehend. But soon as they started doing the deed all the way, the delusional deviant's brain proceeded to stop working as the shock overwhelmed him.

It was enough to make him loose the grasp on his rig and harness, causing him to fall and land in the Olympic sized swimming pool of the hotel with a big splash. Naturally the security staff had been called and proceeded to call the police and some pros when they found the jackass' gearbag which was loaded with all sorts of incriminating evidence such as his secret photoes of Lola and Patricia and journals loaded with details like their work and personal routines. Mina and Maya had been among the heroes called, having arrived with the pros they were currently interning with as they secretly checked their phones, seeing the secret stream Lola was sending them. Leave it to their stud to cuck and ntr some prick stalker, such was the natural order of the world, you always get what you deserve.

They definitely needed to remember to thank Mirko for recommending their man to be her relatives' bodyguard, just as much as Lola was sure to thank them for the permission. After all what kind of girlfriends would they be keeping a sex god like their man to themselves? Naturally they'd need to check up on them and let them know the stalker issue had been sorted out. That is after the mother and daughter finished expressing their appreciation and gratitude to their chivalrous bodyguard, it was only polite not to blueball and clamblock them after all.

[deputyclover]

Snowdin

*Before Clover enters Snowdin, he turns around and sees gold go into the ground.

Flowey..?

Daddy?

Oh, it's nothing Rose, let's just head into town.

Ok!

*The two enter Snowdin, Clover now uneasy, thoughts going through his head.

*The two enter the store.

QC: Clover! Been a while since we had you in here.

Hey QC, how are you doing?

QC: I'm doing great, and who's this?

I'm Rose! So you know my daddy?

QC: Yeah, I do, seen him around tons of times when Martlet and him were in town.

Wow!

It was nice seeing you again QC, have a great day.

QC: Thanks Clover, now you two stay out of trouble.

Ok!

*The two leave the store and head through town with Clover waving hello to people he's familiar with.

*When Clover passes Sans and Papyrus's house Clover sees multiple familiar envelopes with the same emblem.

Holy crap, he was invited.

What?

Not important.

*Clover and Rose walk forward as a snowy fog envelopes the area.

What the-? Rose, stay close.

*The two continue to walk forward as they see a tall figure in the snow.

HUMANS.

Papyrus?

ALLOW ME TO TELL YOU ABOUT SOME COMPLEX FEELINGS. FEELINGS LIKE... THE JOY OF FINDING ANOTHER PASTA LOVER. THE ADMIRATION FOR ANOTHER'S PUZZLE SOLVING SKILLS. THE DESIRE TO HAVE A COOL, SMART PERSON THINK YOU'RE COOL. THESE FEELINGS... THEY MUST BE WHAT YOU'RE FEELING NOW! I CAN HARDLY IMAGINE WHAT IT MUST BE TO FEEL THAT WAY. AFTER ALL, I AM VERY GREAT. I DON'T EVER WONDER WHAT HAVING LOTS OF FRIENDS IS LIKE. I PITY YOU LONELY HUMANS. WORRY NOT!!! YOU SHALL BE LONELY NO LONGER! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL BE YOUR...

. . .

NO, THIS IS ALL WRONG! I CAN'T BE YOUR FRIEND! YOU ARE HUMANS! I MUST CAPTURE YOU!!! THEN, I CAN FULFILL MY LIFELONG DREAM!!! POWERFUL! POPULAR! PRESTIGIOUS!!!

THAT'S PAPYRUS!!!

THE NEWEST MEMBER... OF THE ROYAL GUARD!

*Papyrus blocks the way!

Papyrus! Stop! I don't want to hurt you!

I'M SORRY CLOVER, BUT I MUST!

*Every single bone misses Clover as Clover tries to spare Papyrus.

SO YOU WON'T FIGHT... THEN, LET'S SEE IF YOU CAN HANDLE MY FABLED BLUE ATTACK!

*Multiple blue bones go through Clover and gets locked into a single line and narrowly gets hit with a bone.

What-!?

YOU'RE BLUE NOW. THAT'S MY ATTACK! NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!!!

*A blue aura surrounds Clover as he is locked in a single line of movement.

Rose, stand to the side, daddy is in a bullet hell.

Ok!

Oh, it is a good thing I know Earthbending.

*Clover is jumping over bones and is using Earthbending to boost him over the taller bones.

CLOVER! WHAT IS THAT MOVE??

*Clover boosts himself up as he talks.

Earthbending! An ancient technique.

IMPRESSIVE! NOW LET US CONTINUE SO I CAN CAPTURE YOU TWO!

*The fight goes on as Papyrus prepares his Special Attack.

BEHOLD! MY SPECIAL ATTACK!

*The dog is chewing the bone.

WHAT THE HECK! THAT'S MY SPECIAL ATTACK! HEY! YOU STUPID DOG! DO YOU HEAR ME!? STOP MUNCHING ON THAT BONE!!! HEY!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!! COME BACK HERE WITH MY SPECIAL ATTACK!!! ... OH WELL. I'LL JUST USE A REALLY COOL REGULAR ATTACK.

*Papyrus uses his regular attack.

Whoa! These are fast!

*Clover jumps over the dog, Cool Dude bones, and skateboarding bone and sees the bone field ahead of him.

OH NO!

*Clover uses Earthbening to launch over the bones and sees the huge bone and somehow continues rising.

HOLY CRAP! That was insane.

*Clover is turned around and gets hit by the slow bone and falls over.

Ow.

WELL...! *HUFF* IT'S CLEAR... YOU CAN'T *HUFF* DEFEAT ME!!! YEAH!!! I CAN SEE YOU SHAKING IN YOUR COWBOY BOOTS!!! THEREFORE I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, ELECT TO GRANT YOU PITY!! I WILL SPARE YOU CLOVER!!! NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO ACCEPT MY MERCY.

*Clover spares Papyrus.

Oh good, I did NOT want to hurt you.

*The foggy mist fully clears.

NYOO HOO HOO... I CAN'T EVEN STOP SOMEONE LIKE YOU... UNDYNE'S GOING TO BE DISAPPOINTED IN ME. I'LL NEVER JOIN THE ROYAL GUARD... AND... MY FRIEND QUANTITY WILL REMAIN STAGNANT!

Papyrus, me and Rose will be your friends.

R-REALLY!?!? WOWIE!!! MY OWN FRIENDS! WE SHOULD HANG OUT SOMETIME!! WHO KNEW THAT ALL I NEEDED TO MAKE PALS WAS TO GIVE PEOPLE AWFUL PUZZLES AND THEN FIGHT THEM?? YOU TAUGHT ME A LOT, CLOVER. I HEREBY GRANT YOU PERMISSION TO PASS THROUGH! AND I'LL GRANT YOU DIRECTIONS TO THE CAPITAL. CONTINUE FORWARD UNTIL YOU REACH THE END OF THE CAVERN. THEN... WHEN YOU REACH THE CAPITAL, YOU'LL FIND ASGORE. ANYWAY!!! THAT'S ENOUGH TALKING!!! I'LL BE AT HOME BEING A COOL FRIEND!!! FEEL FREE TO COME BY AND HANG OUT! NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!!!

*Papyrus leaves.

Bye Papyrus!

Ok Rose, so we need to reach the capital to reach Asgore and the barrier.

Are we going to free everyone?

Yes, yes we are.

Yay!

But first, there is a Cool Dude we need to hang out with.

*Clover and Rose head over to hang out with Papyrus.

[alphagirl404]

An Impulse Decision: Chapter 34

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The conclusion of Groose's arc

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Chapter 34: Breaking Curses

Groose darted upwards with a yelp, panting in synch with his rapid heartbeat. A tingling sensation grew on his face. Gently wiping his fingers against his forehead, a mixture of blue & purple paints rests on his fingers. It let out a warm glow, chipping away from his skin, floating into the air, and fading away. No trace of the strange paint was left on his fingertips or his face.

"Welcome back," The Old One's voice made Groose jump. She sat with a nonchalant expression.

Groose scotches several inches away from her, "You…What the hell was in that stuff, Grannie?"

"Something that helped you."

"Help me? HELP ME?!" Groose screeched, glaring at the old woman who remained calm. "How was that supposed to help me?!"

"Are you upset?"

"Of course I'm upset! Why wouldn't I? You drugged me!" He pointed an accusing finger at her.

"Technically, I gave you a choice to drink that. I did not force you to drink it. You made your choice." The Old One clarified. "It helps you clear your mind."

"How is having trauma-inducing shit shoved to my face supposed to clear my mind?" He hissed.

"To allow you to see all the events that shaped you without the lens that censored it placed by you. Such as how your future will be. The effects of how you treated others. And how your parents abused you."

Groose held his breath. "H-How did you know?"

"I saw everything. From your past actions and the potential future."

The teen sat quietly for a good minute, unsure what to say. "Every single thing?" The elderly woman responded back with a nod.

"Have you nothing to say?" The Old One asked when the silence lingered too long for her liking.

"Should I? You already know." Groose responded with bitterness.

"Are you certain?"

"You really want me to say it out loud, Grannie?! I'm an asshole, okay!" Groose's piercing words ricocheted throughout the interior of the temple. The Old One remained unruffled by the sudden volume boost in Groose's voice. She stays hushed as he continues on.

"My parents treated me like shit! They hated me! I was always always a nuisance to them. Deadweight. The one time I tried to prove myself to them that I wasn't, they shattered it! I was never good enough for them. I was nothing but useless."

Groose let out a sarcastic chuckle.

"And then they just left me at the academy! They haven't visited me or written a letter in the past seven years! They discarded me like I was old, worn-out clothes they didn't want anymore!" Groose wiped his eyes in front of the tears that threatened to break out. "I spend so many nights lying awake asking myself: How bad of a son I was? Every inconvenience in their life has always been MY fault! What other reason could that be? Mom and Dad just left me there. Link might've been an orphan, but he had people that cared for him…."

He said with a croaked voice. "…I had no one. I was totally alone."

"Then I met Zelda. She was the first person to be kind to me." Groose grasps the necklace. "Zel made me this, y'know. It may not look like much, but to me, it meant everything. She didn't know anything about me at the time, but she made me this simple necklace to welcome me. It was the first gift I've ever gotten from anyone. Not even my parents did that. She wanted to be my friend."

Groose let out a huff. "Then I eventually blew that. When I found out that she & Link were best friends, I was afraid of losing her. I was convinced that Link was keeping her away. It was easier for me to believe that. I was wrong. I was a jealous jerk who couldn't handle Zelda having another friend. Everyone saw me as nothing more after that. I became 'Groose the Bully.' 'Terror of Skyloft.' And can't forget 'The Guy Who Ruins Everything.' That's who I've always been all of my freaking LIFE!" Groose's nostrils breathe with anger. "If that's what the world was going to see me as…there was no point in trying to be anything else."

Groose lowers his head. The Old One watches him with patience. "You still think you can help me out, Grannie? The way I see it, I'm nothing but a curse…" Groose turns to face her, spreading his arms to the side. "So go ahead. Tell me I'm an irredeemable monster. Or just kill me. No one will care."

The teen closes his eyes, bracing for whatever The Old One would do to him. His breath hitched as he heard her walk towards him. She wraps her arms around the boy in a warm embrace. "I care."

Groose darted his eyes open, frozen in shock. Clearly surprised by the gesture. "You are no curse." The Old One expressed softly.

The teen jerked away from her. "How can you believe that? You saw everything those sisters showed me." Groose, with every ounce of raw emotion in his shaky tone, tries not to let out the waterworks that threaten to break free and gazes at the old woman with disbelief in his eyes. "Don't you know…what I've done?!"

"Yes!" The Old One responded strictly before speaking with a low tone. "But what will you do now?"

Groose spent a minute pondering a response. "What can I do? People like me don't change. We don't have a choice."

"There is always a choice. The problem with you…You were led to believe that you didn't have any." The Old One gently held Groose's hand in a comforting manner. "Let me ask again. What will you do?"

"I…" Groose mumbled. "I don't know."

The Old One's grip on his hand gently tightened. "Then, if you allow me, I can help you. There is no shame in asking for such a thing. No one can face the world alone. You've been doing that all your life. Asking for help will not make you weak. You may think nobody cares, but I do." Groose was puzzled to hear that. "It may be hard to swallow your pride in admitting to needing assistance. Believe me, I am guilty of such a thing. But if there's anything I learned from my time in this world, it takes true strength to ask for help. This world is not always fair, but you don't have to fight it alone. If you chose to I can help you. Will you allow me to do so? What is your choice?"

All of the walls that Groose had put up for so many years crumbled in that instant. He covered his mouth with his free hand to hold in the sobs that were now breaking through as the tears started to stream down. The Old One again pulled Groose into a hug, but this time he reciprocated.

Loud cries echoed throughout the interior of the temple. Tears stained the older woman's shoulder as she let the teen let out emotions that he had pent up for a good portion of his life. She gave soothing rubs on his back, like a mother comforting her sad child.

Groose clutches the old woman like his life depended on it. When was the last time he hugged someone, he realized. Has he ever been hugged at all?

He never knew how touch-starved he was.

"I'm such a failure, aren't I?" Groose croaked in a hoarse voice after a while. "I'm a failure of a Skyknight. I'm a failure of a friend…And I'm a failure of a son."

The Old One pulled away, keeping a grip on his arms. "No. You did not fail your parents. They were the ones who failed you. Rather than love & guide you, they treated you like a burden, and casted you away."

Groose lets out a sniffle, wiping his eyes from the tears. "Why couldn't they just…love me?"

"Every child deserves a parent. But not every parent deserves a child. You did not ask for them to be your parents or for this life. They decided to bring you into this world and how they treated you. I guarantee that you did nothing to deserve that kind of abuse. What they did to you is something no loving parent would ever do."

The Old One stares intently at him. "Regardless of what they did, they are still your parents. Nothing will ever change that." Groose's eyes lowered. "But they are no longer a part of your life. You are free from them. Free to make your own choices."

Grooses eyes slightly lit up upon that realization.

"Life sometimes is not easy for every person. At some point, you will be placed in a dark tunnel. You then have two choices. Either you sit in the tunnel until fate takes hold of you…Or you walk. You keep walking and walking until finally, you find that light at the end. Sometimes, that journey takes a long time, but you'll reach the end if you keep going. And you, Groose, just need to keep on walking."

"I…I guess I can do that. But where would I start?"

"You can start by stop feeling sorry for yourself." Groose let out a small chuckle at the old woman's statement, agreeing with her. "Thinking about the past will not help your future. Yes, the past can hurt, but you can either run from it or learn from it."

"Really bringing up the importance of choice, eh, Grannie?"

"Because you do have a choice. You have the choice to not be abusive like your parents."

"I know that now," Groose said uncertainly. "Could I really become a better person? I've hurt a lot of people on Skyloft."

"The path of atonement is not an easy one. Some may forgive you. But there will be some who may never do so."

Groose could already get an idea who those unforgivers may be. He will not blame them for feeling that way if they do so.

"But there is someone who I'm certain may forgive you."

"Who?" The old woman gave a confident smile to the teen. "Link?" The teen guessed. The Old One kept her smile. "How do you know? I've treated him the worst."

"Link was concerned for your well-being. Before he and his friends left, I overheard that he suspected there's more to you than you let on. If anything, I'm sure he's willing to give you a second chance. The question remains: Are you willing to make things right with him?"

"I think so." Groose took a deep breath through his nose. "I'm nothing like Link. That's a bitter potion I've got to swallow. I will do everything possible to make things right with him and everyone I've wronged." Groose eyes showed a hopeful gleam. "Maybe I could gain Zelda's friendship back. If she wants to, that is. If not…I'll be willing to accept that."

The Old One gave a proud smile.

"Goddesses, how do I even do this?" Groose ran his hand through his hair. "I could apologize, but… Link deserves so much more than that."

"I have the utmost confidence that you will figure it out." The Old One declared with complete confidence.

A yawn escapes from Groose's mouth. "Maybe I should sleep on it."

"I think it is wise to do so."

Groose sits down back in his sleeping spot. He did not immediately lie down, for something was on his mind. "What troubles you?" The Old One asks.

Groose sucked in a breath. "Can I ask you something, Grannie?"

"Of course."

"Could you…stay by my side in case I have another nightmare? I know it's stupid, but I just-"

The Old One walked to his side, sitting down. "You have my word, dear boy."

A breath of relief escaped from Groose's mouth. He lays on his back, giving one last look to the woman. "Night Grannie."

"Sleep well, Groose."

The teen shut his eyes. With one deep breath, he was out like a light.

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Sounds of muffled yelling alerted Groose. He was alone in a dark void again. What was he doing here? Was it a nightmare, a dream, or something else?

The sounds of yelling echoed around him. It sounds as if they are getting closer and closer. Groose darts his head around, trying to find the source.

Groose sees a door.

A familiar dirty door, with muffled shouts emitting from the other side, alongside sounds of a child crying.

"Instead of helping us, you waste your time-" A small slam followed. "-Making absurd contraptions!"

"No!"

Hearing those words, Groose immediately rushes to the door and opens it. He freezes at the sight.

It was his old bedroom. His parents towered over his ten-year-old counterpart, crying as the man destroyed his creation. In contrast, the woman rips the plans for it apart.

Again, Groose watches his younger self beg his parents to stop what they're doing. Then, he tried to use physical force only to be pushed back. The boy could only watch his parents destroy his creation.

"Don't cry. This was your own doing." His mother scolded the crying boy just as remorselessly as before.

"I worked so hard…I could've helped others," Young Groose looked at the adults with questioning eyes.

"Like anyone would listen to your ridiculous ideas," Groose's Father sounded as uncaring as his wife.

Like last time, Young Groose then attempted to physically lash out in his anger at his parents. As previously, it was met with his father punching him and his mother slapping him, both hard enough to make him bleed.

"How dare you attack us!" The woman barked as if she couldn't believe it.

Seeing all this, something snapped Groose out of his frozen trance. Something told him to step in. He could not allow this any longer.

When his mother took a step forward to the child, Groose dashed in.

"Don't touch him!"

Groose stood directly in front of the adults, arms spread out to his sides, blocking their path to the child.

"Don't you move any closer to him!" Groose snarled at them in between his panting breaths. His parents gave dumbfounded expressions.

Groose's mother gave an amused chuckle. "Please stop this nonsense if you know what's good for you."

Groose did not budge to her demands. Her husband stepped forward and squared up to be intimidating. "Get out of our way, you insubordinate brat."

"Why? What are you going to do? Nothing can hurt more than what you've already done. How could you lay your hands on your family? A child?! Is that what they called parenting back in your day?"

"Don't you dare speak against us! We're your parents! You should respect us!"

"The day you deserve it! Smacking your kid around is not how you do it!" Groose barked back at his mother.

"We did it to teach you to be grateful!" Groose's Father argued.

"I was a kid! You were my parents! Parents are not supposed to hurt their kids. They were supposed to guide them. Support them. And love them. You never did any of that for me! I never felt respect for you while living with you guys. All I felt was fear, confusion, and anger. I had no one to help me. More so after you left me at Skyloft all alone! I became so afraid of being alone that I pushed away the first person who showed me genuine kindness. I've hurt her and so many others."

"Well of course you did. You're a curse." Groose's Mother spat at him coldly. "It's in your nature to ruin everything you touch."

"You ruined your mother. Our stability. Our finances. Our entire lifestyle! Every single thing in our lives was ruined because of you!" Groose's Father yelled.

"I DIDN'T ASK TO BE BORN!" Groose angrily points his finger at them. "You assholes were the ones who brought me into this world! If anyone is to blame for your life being 'ruined,' it's you two! If I could, I sure as hell would wish not to be born in this life! I was just an innocent kid who had no idea what I did to make you both hate me!"

Groose let out more huffs of air, lowering his finger. "But whether we like it or not, I'm here. I'm still here, breathing and alive. And I'm no longer going to spend my life hurting others."

"What are you going to do? Turn a new leaf?" Groose's Father mocked.

"That's exactly what I'm going to do."

"How exactly? You've hurt so many people, including the girl you claimed to care for," Groose's Mother said in her condescending tone. "You've hurt her and a lot of others, including your so called 'friends'. You think they'll all forgive you after the seven years of insults, humiliation, and no regard for their well being?"

"Maybe not all of them, but I'll do what I can to make it right. Even if it takes me the rest of my life! Because, unlike you two, I know I was an asshole!" Groose slowly struts closer to them. "And I'll be damned if I spend my life acting like you two. I'll dedicate my life to ensuring I, or anyone else, doesn't become remotely close. I don't know where you are or if you're even alive, but that doesn't make any difference because you both are dead to me! You no longer have any hold on my life!" Groose shut his eyes, balling his fists. "I…will…NEVER become anything like you!"

The air around him grew quiet. Groose opens his eyes to find that his parents are no longer in sight. He let out a breath of relief. That was halted when he heard the sobs of a child.

Glancing over his shoulder, Groose could see Young Groose on the floor, still crying, near the remains of his invention. The boy seems to feel his gaze, tilting his head to see him. There was a look of fear in Young Groose's eyes. It was the same type of fear Groose had seen on Link, Fledge, and so many other people he had hurt when he bullied them. That was a life that he swore he would no longer live. He was going to make things right.

Maybe he could start now.

Groose gently lifts his hands. He slowly walked over to the boy, who was on high alert.

"Easy, kid. I'm not going to hurt you."

"You look big & scary, like my dad," hearing his young self say that did sting, but he wasn't going to let that stop him.

"I am, but I promise I won't hurt you." Groose sits on the ground in front of Young Groose. He brought his attention to the broken. "I'm sorry about they did to your invention."

"Its okay…I'm used to it."

"What was it?"

"It's-" Young Groose stopped himself. "It's nothing."

"I don't believe that for one minute. Tell me about it."

Young Groose warily looked at Groose. Seeing that he was interested, the boy relaxed in a comfortable position.

"I called it the Groosenator. It's meant to defend against flying monsters. A model of it, at least. Mom and Dad told me it was stupid and no one would like it." Young Groose let out a defeated sigh, tears strolling down his cheek as he lowered his head. "Maybe they were right. It does sound stupid, like me."

Groose gently held onto his younger counterpart's shoulders. "Don't listen to them, kid. You are not stupid. That invention sounds like a great idea."

Young Groose lifts up his gaze. "But my parents said-"

"They're wrong about you. Just because they're your parents doesn't mean they're always right. You can't let them think for you. You gotta do that yourself. I think your idea is great." Groose used his finger to wipe away the boy's tears. "In fact…I think you just inspired me."

"Really?" Young Groose squeaked with a hope-filled voice.

Groose nods. "I was in a similar spot as you were in. The only way I could cope was by lashing out. I've hurt others because of it. Then, someone went out of their way to help show me there's another way. She didn't have to, but she did. I want to return the favor. And…maybe get a good start with making amends with the people I've hurt. And I think your idea may help me. If it goes well, it'll be all thanks to that smart brain of yours." Groose spread his arms to his sides. "What do you say, kid? Want to tell me more of your ideas?"

Young Groose leaps into Groose's chest, wrapping his tiny arms around him. Groose leaned into the hug, closing his eyes, patting his child counterpart's back comfortingly, who let out quiet sobs. The pair were locked in their hug. Groose felt somewhat of a shift in the room.

Opening his eyes, he saw the two forms of Lana & Cia standing behind Young Groose.

Lana had her hands clasped together in front of her center chest with a happy smile. Cia had her arms crossed, keeping her firm stance, yet Groose could make out the faint proud smirk on her lips.

Groose mouthed out a silent 'Thank you' to the sisters. The women simply nodded their heads.

If this was some sort of final test they had given, Groose was sure he had passed it.

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The Old One awakened to shuffling nearby.

She saw Groose with the piles of wood that had been chopped down since his arrival. He looked to be writing on some parchment paper, muttering to himself loud enough for the elderly woman to hear. The Old One could see that he seemed passionate about whatever he was working on.

With an amusing smile, she strolls over, asking, "What are you working on?"

Groose turns and glances over his shoulder. "You mentioned that the seal in the pit can't hold big & scary for long, right?" She nods in response. Sucking in a deep breath, Groose picks up the paper in front of him, showing a diagram of some type of contraption titled 'The Groosenator.' "I think I can make something that may help if he shows back up. It may be a bit absurd, and we try something else if you don't like it-"

"I'm open to any idea you may have to help," The Old One places a comforting touch on Groose's arm. "Tell me all about it."

The remainder of that morning was spent with Groose sharing his idea. He talked with passion in his voice. Eyes lit up whenever The Old One agreed with them. Not once did she not put him down. She would say it with respect if she had any input of her own.

By the end of that morning, The Old One could see that Groose was starting to progress.

[existentialmagazine]

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Exploring the destructive aftermath of finding out a partner has been cheating, ‘Wasted’ follows the thoughts of a woman scorned and deserving of better, processing the realisation that her precious time and energy has been wasted on a situation that could’ve been put to bed long ago. With an experience that many can likely pin to their own experiences, it’s no surprise that despite being burnt, ‘Wasted’ rises from the ashes as one hell of an anthem that’s ready to pick itself back up and take on the world. The sound moves quickly to match the speeding thoughts and rising adrenaline that comes with the curtains falling from a false reality, swaying through eclectic beats and a distant guitar riff for a sound that races to make sense of it all. Olivia’s powerful vocals are really the main focus of it all though, powerfully climbing into a higher range and confidently simmering into sultry lows that keep her self-assured head above water, even when the rocky waves try to pull her under.

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Penning this partner to be a ‘master of deception’, it’s clear that ‘Wasted’ is just quite frankly over it, freeing herself of these emotions and finally ready to move forward as the icon she is. But not before letting the world know what happens if anyone does her wrong, ‘I find your secrets, I found your bed’, a clear indication that they made their bed elsewhere and they need to make peace with their poor decision to lose her. It’s loud, in-your-face and also quite a bit of fun too, with Olivia Boost impatiently ready to make her mark and leave her message. Keep listening here, you won’t regret it.

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

Photo Credits: Unknown

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[rioreeve]

The way Eric just left him there without the tiniest piece of advice...!

It meant Zach had to rely on his own intuition - it liked to fuck up everything, but in this very case, he felt fairly safe, deciding to just go with the flow and not worry about anything. He could see how amazing she looked even from where he was standing but with each, slightly nervous, step in her direction, he could take in more details. How the dress revealed more of Emily's tattoos, some more familiar than the others, and the kaleidoscope of emotions in the smile she greeted him with. Finally, the way the fabric hugged her body and it might have been the first time Zach dared to let his eyes follow its curves.

Even though he had left his walkman, Zach successfully blocked out all the sounds without its help, simply by focusing on Emily. He wasn't sure what, if anything, had changed, but his steps felt lighter and soon so did his head - as if this party was to keep everyone else occupied so he could be there with her. What the hell was that? He knew his friend was fun, he knew she was attractive, but it had to be the first time he consciously combined the two together and let himself feel it in the form of scary but pleasant warmth building up in his whole body.

Three times a charm. He had stopped himself before the rescue mission, he had managed to hold back when they returned, but tonight was the night. He was going to kiss her. Kiss her goodnight, most likely, so he could run away in case something went wrong, but... No, he had to at least try. An entry in his notebook prior to their rescue mission had been degraded to a single struckthrough line that once served as a confession the right person would hopefully know it was addressed to them, but he didn't need it there anymore.

Be with me and I promise I won't die so your heart doesn't get broken. I need you in my life. Am I scared? I'm terrified. But I'm even more scared of never trying and losing you anyway.

Puff! He floated to the diner almost cartoon-style and leaned against the counter with a playful smile, no trace of the dreamy look he just had on his face, but that didn't equal a sudden confidence boost. He better slow down if he didn't want to end up broken-hearted.

Zach picked up his glass and clinked it with Emily's before lifting it to his lips, but didn't take a sip yet. "Thank you," he replied casually and tilted the glass. The corners of his mouth went up and a chuckle followed. "Some don't appreciate neon lime bomber jackets and orange hoodies. What the hell do they know." He'd glance over at Ash if he was around. "Oh sure, anytime. Are you cold?" He was ready to offer her the jacket if-

Zach took another sip of champagne and it was the pause he needed to understand the obvious — she was flirting with him. His muscles tensed a little as he swallowed, amygdala screaming that he should freeze or flee, and definitely not open his mouth again, but he just let a shiver run down his spine at that realization as he tried to keep his shit together.

He let their eyes meet so she knew he meant what he said next. "You look beautiful." Feeling surprisingly comfortable maintaining eye contact, he smiled at Emily again. "You always do, you know, but tonight you're... Absolutely, mind-blowingly beautiful."

Emily made a quick stop at the W with Oscar, saying her 'happy birthdays' to Tobias and handing off her gift to him before making her way to the diner. She'd promised Charlie and Rosie she would serve so they could have a real night off. Plus it was an easy distraction to her nerves and anything to do with food was always her go-to escape. And usually it worked. Tonight however, though she needed it now more than ever, she couldn't stop her self from stealing glances toward the elevator while she worked.

She had been doubly distracted when a patron finally arrived and requested a drink, the added task finally enough to tip her scales of anxiety. Her mind easily forget to look again, instead focusing on pouring the alcohol and happily chatting with them. It wasn't until the ding announcing the arrival of an elevator that she remembered what she'd been waiting for. Eric was the first face she saw as the doors began to open. Her smile widened when Zach appeared a few beats later as the twins made their way off the elevator.

Her heart almost stopped when he turned around and they caught sight of one another. God he looked good. Emily had been well aware of her feelings for Zach for a long time, but she still worried somehow she was reading the tension between them wrong. Until this moment. The way Zach looked at her sent a clear signal that she was making the right choice to finally let him in on her secret. Though it did little to ease the discomfort of the vulnerability needed to do so.

Her smile softened and she forced her eyes to break away long enough to wave in return to Eric' greeting. As her gaze found Zach again, her hand genlty dropped to her chest, fingers fidgeting with her necklace as she half hugger herself with her other arm. Her smile ticked wider and she did a small curtsy as if to ask what he thought of her outfit with a soft laugh, motioning him over to have a drink. She took a centering breath as she turned back to the drink station, her smile dropping momentarily while she focused on pouring two glasses of champagne.

Emily's heart was racing. This was it. Do or die. She would either come out of tonight happier than ever or devestatingly rejected. The risk was huge. But she would never know if she didn't take it, her hope for the best possible outcome barely overpowering her desire to wait out of fear of the worst. Her smirk returned as her mind replayed his arrival, and the look on his face. How could end any other way?

Now it was just a matter of patience for the right moment. She would just need to reign her nerves under her control - alcohol would help. She was done with the drinks and by the time Zach made it over to her, she was already setting them on the counter for them. "First of all, can I just say how amazing that suit is?" she complimented in greeting. "You always have the best clothes. I may steal your jacket by the end of the night if it keeps being this chilly. Guess it's a good thing everything goes with black," she went on flirtatiously with gently testing the waters, taking a drink.

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Kinktober Day 29 - Degrading

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Genre: Smut

CW: Public sex, possessive San, degrading, marking, oral (M receiving), hair pulling, overstimulation, creampie.

Word Count: 2479

Summary: Someone needs to be reminded who they belong to.

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That was it, that was the last straw. San didn’t mind you joking around with his band mates, hell he was over the moon that you all got along and you were quickly welcomed into the friendship group but today you took it too far. In your defense San’s mind had been to focused on his work recently and you haven’t had half the attention you craved so why not test his patience. You didn’t want to overstep boundaries with both San and the group so you went to the one person who you knew would help you out without asking a single question, Wooyoung.

You’d pulled him to one side when no one was looking and explained your predicament to him the best you could without explicit detail, explaining how San has hardly been around lately and you just wanted a little attention. It was like Wooyoung could read your mind, he knew exactly what you wanted out of this and damn was he going to get it for you. 

“Look I know exactly what you need to do but you need to trust me.” He said wiggling his eyebrows at you which made you feel a little uneasy knowing the reputation that followed Wooyoung’s plans. 

“Why are you looking at me like that? It’s nothing extreme, just a little empty flirting is all that needs to go on and San’s all yours.” You looked at him questioningly no sure if this was a good idea. 

“Look, San loves attention too so when he sees you giving your special attention to someone else he’ll snap and give in and if you’re lucky you’ll get a little fun from it too.” Wigging his eyebrows again he watched as a blush of embarrassment crept up to your cheeks. 

“Are you sure it’ll work?” You ask trying to shake off the embarrassment. 

“San’s my best friend I know him like the back of my hand, trust me after this he’s all yours.” And that’s how the current events came to be.

San watched with annoyance in his eyes as you giggled with Wooyoung, gently running your fingers along his arm as you twirled a piece of your hair between your fingers, really playing on the flirting. 

“We’ve got his attention.” Wooyoung whispered trying not to break character and boosting his performance by putting his arm on the wall just above you leaning into it getting just that bit closer to you making sure to quietly console you telling you it’ll all work out.

San couldn’t take it anymore, he didn’t want to cause a scene out of courtesy to the other members but if he stuck around any longer he was sure he’d end up hitting Wooyoung  so he opted for the next best solution and left the room not before making his annoyance known with a big frustrated sigh and storming off to the door slamming it shut behind him. You and Wooyoung look towards the door wide eyed at what just happened, but now the ball was in your court. 

“What are you waiting for, go get your man.” Wooyoung cheered with a wide knowing grin pushing you towards the door.

You didn’t have to look far for San, you found him leaning against the wall just outside the door taking deep breaths in an attempt to cool down his burning temper. 

“Hey baby, what’s wrong?” You feign innocence. 

“What do you care, go back to Wooyoung, you both seem to be getting on REALLY well.” You tried your hardest to hold back the smile that was starting to creep it’s way onto your face but the tone of his voice made it difficult, it told you your plan was a success. 

“Oh come on Sani, we were just talking.” It was like a fire had been lit behind his eyes, he wanted to scream but right here and right now was not the time or place, so once again choosing the next best option he grabbed you by the wrist pulling you into the broom closet next to him.

“Wow Sani slow down.” You yelp almost falling face first into the closet before getting pinned to the wall. 

“Does that get you off or something?” San hissed inches away from your face as you tilt your head still playing the innocent card. 

“Do you get off acting like a whore around my friends?” Your skin prickled with goosebumps and heat pooled at your core at his harsh words. You had him right where you wanted him. 

“You haven’t been giving me attention.” You pout a little exaggerated, just enough to really get under his skin. 

“So you flirt and bat your eyelashes at Wooyoung, practically eye fucking him right in front of me!?” By now San had you pressed between him and the wall with no escape even if you wanted to. 

“Fine, I guess you just need a little reminding of who you belong to.” Your mouth grew dry despite knowing exactly what you got yourself into you didn’t expect him to go through with it so quickly, especially not while he was still at work and in a broom closet of all places. 

San pushes his knee against your core, the pressure making you whimper while his hand clutches a large clump of your hair pulling just enough to make it sting a little. 

“Sani.” You whimper. 

“Ah, ah, ah, you wanna act like a whore then you’ll get treated like one.” You gulped hard while you waited for his next move. Using your hair San pulled your head back and to the side slightly to give him enough access for his lips to attach to your neck, he was in no way going to be gentle with you today, his lips started with a hard kiss to your pulse point before he sunk his teeth into the sensitive flesh hard enough to leave behind teeth marks. Hissing through your teeth you dealt with the pain which lasted only a moment before he moved to the other side of your neck, sucking harshly mixing in a few bites and small licks at the bruising patch on your flesh. Once he was happy with how dark his mark was he pulled away grabbing your cheeks in his hand to make you look at him. 

“Marked as mine.” He starts with a smirk. 

“Now no one will think twice about touching you.” You couldn’t get over how hot San was when he was pissed off, usually he was very sweet and loving and the worst you’d ever seen him was when he had a bad day at work but that was no comparison to right now. 

“I was going to surprise you tonight, I was gonna wait until we got home to sweep you off your feet and give you everything you craved but then you pulled that stunt and now...I don’t think you deserve it.” Your eyes widen as you silently curse yourself for missing that opportunity. 

“Sani I’m sorry I won’t do it again.” You plead desperately trying to make him change his mind. He raised an eyebrow at you, gears turning in his head as he thought of how to punish you.  Letting go of your face he held your head firmly in place by your hair making sure your eyes stayed on his face. You could head the quiet sound of a zipper being pulled and the sound of shifting fabric as he pulled his jeans down to his thighs. 

“Sorry huh, why don’t you show me how sorry you really are?” Placing a hand on your shoulder San pushed you to your knees so you were face to face with his cock. 

“Put that whore mouth of yours to work.” You unconsciously squeezed your thighs together, trying to ease the burning need that was overcoming you, his harsh words turning you on to no end. 

Obeying his words you opened your mouth for him, tongue slightly hanging out waiting for his cock to enter, what you didn’t expect was the way San’s hand grabbed your hair again using it to push your face down on his cock taking him all in at once, the sudden intrusion made you gag around him resulting in a low growl from him, the way your throat constricted around his tip had him throwing his head back. You pulled yourself together as quickly as you could and relaxed your jaw letting San use you for his own pleasure. San thrusting into your mouth harshly made tears roll from your eyes as you struggled to breathe making you dig your nails into his thighs for support. The small closet was filled with the wet sounds of your mouth repeatedly taking all of San and harmonised with the low growls that were leaving his throat, to say the whole thing sounded pornographic was an understatement.  Just as you got into a rhythm San pulled out from you, tightening his grip on your hair to bring you to your feet. 

“Look at you all fucked out already, pathetic.” He chuckled looking at your tear stained face before spinning you around to face the wall. 

“Now are you going to be good and take what I give you?” You nod weakly as you catch your breath but that was soon interrupted by the way San wrapped his hand around your throat. 

“Words slut.” 

“Yes.” You whimper. If San was any rougher with your leggings he would have ripped them with the way he yanked them and your underwear off you. Kicking your legs apart he didn’t give any warning before sheathing himself in you fully making you gasp breathlessly and ball your hands into fists against the wall. San’s frustration was evident in the way he mercilessly fucked you, each thrust had your body jerking forward so hard you had to use the last on your strength in your arms to stop you hitting your head against the wall. You bit down on your lip to stifle the moan that was threatening to escape, you didn’t want to run the risk of the others hearing what was going on. 

“Why so quiet, you were happy enough to run that whore mouth of your earlier.” On a normal day San knowing your body as well as he does would be an advantage but right now it was your weakness, the way the tip of his cock consistently hit your sweet spot made you want to scream his name but given your location you resorted to covering your mouth with your hand in an attempt to muffle your sounds. 

“Hey.” San said yanking you up against his chest by your hair. 

“Hand down, I want the others to hear who’s name you’re screaming, especially Wooyoung.” As an extra precaution San pinned both your hands behind your back, gripping your wrists firmly to stop you falling forward. 

Your knees grew weak as your high started to approach and your cries filled the small room as San’s pace picked up exponentially to the point you couldn’t control the constant string of moans if you tried. Your walls flutters around him as your high was mere seconds away from tearing through you and you could feel how his cock twitched inside you from the sensation which just spurred you on even more. 

“San.” You cry out weakly. 

“What was that? I don’t think the others heard you.” You tried again a little louder this time but it still wasn’t to his standard. 

“Louder.” He growled punctuating the command with a sharp thrust that made you cry out. 

“SAN!” 

“Much better.” He purred continuing with the sharp thrusts that ultimately sent you over the edge, legs trembling as your orgasm tore through you with white hot heat as you screamed out a string of incoherent moans. The intensity of the orgasm made your legs almost give out on you, you slump lower giving into the weakness before getting pulled back up by San’s arm that was tightly wrapped around your waist. 

“Oh no you don’t, I’m not finished with you.” His tone was taunting, he enjoyed watching you become a shaking mess under him, but the cockiness was a façade he was a lot closer than what he made out to be, his thrusts slowed down to try and hold out a little longer but the tightness your core held around him was making it difficult to hold back so he ultimately gave in. Pace picking back up he fucked into you harder and harder chasing his high and throwing you into overstimulation. 

“San...too much.” You cry out tears pricking at your eyes again as your whole body trembles in his hold. “Aww is it, is it really too much for my little slut?” Your cries were his only answer and that was enough for him, he’d rendered you to a babbling mess. A handful of sharp thrusts later and San’s grip tightened on you and long low groans filled the room as his own orgasm took over painting your walls white as he continues to fuck into you riding out his high. 

As soon as it was all over his temperament changed like someone flipped a switch in him, his grip on you loosened as he turned you around in his arms pulling you close to him peppering your flushed cheeks with kisses. 

“I love you.” You say quietly nuzzling your face into him. 

“I love you too. I guess we better get back to the others.” He says holding your face in both hands wiping away the tear stains on your cheeks before gathering your clothes and helping you back into them. He was so gentle with you now, he held you like you were made of glass and he spoke to you so softly you could barely hear him. He let you have a few moments to collect yourself and get back to normal before walking out of the broom closet with his arm wrapped around your waist and heading back into the practice room to the rest of the group. 

As soon as you and San walked into the room your ears were met with blaring music and 7 sets of eyes fell on you both. 

“Oh you’re finally done!” Hongjoong shouts over the music getting up to turn the speakers off. Wooyoung shot you a quick wink as he approached you both. 

“So I’m guessing the plan worked.” Wooyoung quipped noticing not only how San held you close but also the deep purple bruise and the red teeth marks that painted your neck. 

“But next time guys be courteous to us, we had to turn the music on to drown out the noise.” Your cheeks flushed a furious shade of red from embarrassment but San on the other hand squeezed your side and shot you a quick smirk. 

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[lukeevangelista]

surprise baby - matt boldy

baby matt 🥺 ilhsm

anyways

no warnings, just fluff / not edited

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*i typically dont do flashbacks, but we needed one here to give a little bit of details.*

“i miss you so much. i miss you so much that it physically hurts me.”

“i know, ill see you soon, hopefully.” you frowned as you hung up the phone abruptly so you didn’t give away that you were currently in an uber on your way to kevin fiala and his wife’s home. you had reached out to jessica on Instagram, hoping she would be able to help you surprise your sweet boyfriend. you were going to stay the night with them and then one of them drop you off at jordans house, where he would help you finish the plan.

you knew matt had been having a rough time with you going back to michigan for school.

you had met him through johnny beecher, you going to the hughes lake house with him one time when the boys had met there for the summer before you returned home for the summer. you lived in michigan, but during the school year, you lived on campus to get the full college experience. you grew up a few houses down from the hughes household, so you actually knew them quite well as well.

(*flashback to the summer of 2020*)

“c’mon!” johnny whined, “it’ll be fun!” he continued, “plus some of my friends are single and you’re hot.” he shrugged causing you to scoff, “it’s a great chance for someone to wife you up!”

“i mean he’s not wrong,” his girlfriend walked up, her deciding to go with you guys, “there’s one there that is fixing to play in minnesota that i think you would like.” she grinned as she pulled your hair back, starting the braid you had asked her to do since it was going to be hot outside. originally, this had not been in your plans at all. your original plans were to go on a run and then hang out by the pool, with no one to bug you.

paula and johnny were like siblings to you. and that’s why paula didn’t panic anytime johnny called you hot or tried to boost your confidence. when it came to you guys, nothing like that ever bothered her because she knew you would never attempt anything.

you just weren’t that type.

“i mean maybe.” you sighed as she kept pulling pieces into the braid, “i dont know any of them.”

“that’s the whole point. look, you know the hughes and they’ll be there. and you know cam! hell be there too.” she kept going on, johnny joining in until you finally agreed to go.

“whatever.” you said, just to shut them up, “i’ll go.”

“thank god.” he laughed, “i’d hate to tell them you decided to bail after i told them you would.”

“you what?”

“nothing!”

——

“so glad you could make.” jack grinned as he pulled you into a tight hug, rocking from side to side.

“stop hogging her!” quinn laughed, his smile wide as he pushed jack off of you, pulling you into a hug next, “missed you. you need to come visit me in vancouver!”

“one day quinner.” you softly smiled as you pulled back. your eyes darted to luke who was sitting beside some of the boys he would be playing with at michigan, them being the freshman fixing to go in. quinn guided you through the house, you obviously recognizing some of the boys, like brendan since he had been around for as long as you could remember.

“sup baby.” brendan grinned at you as he walked up, bringing some of the others with him as he introduced them.


“still too young brisson.” you joked, knowing the two of you were around the same age.

he let out a cackle before he wrapped his arms around you, “it’s good to see you.”

“i see california has been treating you well.” you smiled, him nodding.

“oh yeah it has. its been the best summer, but im ready to get the season started here!”

you nodded as johnny walked up, pulling you away despite brendan’s protests, claiming he was talking to you first.

johnny let out a laugh as he drug you outside, seeing a bunch of shirtless boys and a couple of girls sitting by the pool.

your eyes darted towards johnny, who was now standing beside you, “are you okay?” he asked, “i dont want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“i’m fine.” you offered a fake smile, sucking in a deep breath, “it’s just weird seeing this many people that i dont know. i’m usually the one throwing the party so i usually know everyone.”


“i know, but you’ll be okay.” he patted your shoulder as he tugged off his shirt before cannon balling into the pool, causing the water to ripple and splash over the edge.

you sat down on one of the lawn chairs, placing your bag next to you before grabbing the book and the sunglasses you had brought out of it. you opened it, turning to the page that you had stopped on the night before.

if you had it your way, you definitely wouldn’t be reading while at a party of this caliber, but if you were going to be begged to come, you might as well get the summer reading you had been putting off out of the way for your literature class. classes were set to return in almost two weeks and you hadn’t done anything you had been assigned from that class, including finishing this book. you teacher had been adamant about talking about it on the first day and you definitely weren’t trying to get on his bad side on the first day.

“are you really reading at a party?” you were asked as the sun was blocked away from you, droplets of water landing on your wrist.

“hey! watch the book!” you fussed, “it’s on a loan, back up!” you said as you watched the tall dirty blonde back up.

“sorry, sorry.” he raised his hands, “anyways, why?”

“does it matter to you?” you asked, cocking your eyebrow at him.

“well- uh-um..” he stuttered out.

“i’m just kidding.” you laughed, “it’s for a class and procrastinated and classes start soon.”

he nodded, “i see. well i hope you enjoy it.” he said as he walked away.

it wasn’t long he reappeared, but he was dragging a lawn chair behind him, “i figured you could use some company, even if we dont speak.” he sheepishly grinned, “i’m matt.”

“i’m y/n.”

(*end of flashback*)

“are you excited?” she asked, her turning around to see you in the back seat, kevin driving.

“so excited. it’s been since christmas since i saw him.”

“that is quite a while.” kevin hummed as he made the turn onto the street of jordans house.

you nodded, looking out the window, watching as each house flew by. you whipped out your phone, sending a dm to jordan, letting him know that you guys were close to his house and to make sure matt wasn’t around to see kevins car.

you knew matt was moping around, complaining how he missed you, considering that was what jordan had told you over the phone call you two had a couple of days ago and the call you had with matt earlier confirmed how homesick the boy truly was.

“you ready?”

“as ready as i can be.” you laughed as you walked up the stairs, jordan opening the door quietly.

“up the stairs and to the right. he was on his computer last time i checked on him.”

you nodded, following his directions. luckily for you, matt had his back turned to you, his headphones in his ears so he didn’t hear a peep, not even the door slightly squeaking. you quickly crossed over behind him, your hands covering his eyes as he ripped his headphones out of his hears, whipping around.

“what the-“ he started before he realized you were actually in front him, “hell.”

“hi baby.” you grinned as you went to wrap your arms around his waist, his going around your neck.

“oh my god, you’re here.” he whispered into your neck, breathing in your scent, “you’re really here.”

“in the flesh.” you whispered back as you slightly pulled back, getting a view of his sweet face.

“i can’t believe it.”

“well believe it because i’m here to stay.” you smiled at him.

“wait- what?” 

“you heard me. i got a job out here and i’m officially moving soon.”

“oh my god!” he squealed, picking you up as he placed his lips on yours, “so you’re going to be out here full time?” 

“i am.”

“oh my god.”

“matt if you say oh my god one more time..” you laughed.

“i just can’t believe it.”

“well believe it baby.” you said as he placed you down, you snuggling into his chest, “believe it.”

[goobiegoobert]

hey hey hey sunshine!! could i request general hcs or whatever you feel more comfortable doing for either glamrock freddy, sun/moon or monty? any of them is fine! i hope you gave a great day today, stay safe and warm and drink plenty of water<33 ^^

General Headcanons - GN Reader

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A/N :

On my hands and knees rn, you're always free to request lovely!! I hope your day has been just as good tysm <3 Not sure if you meant relationship hc's or not so tell me if you wanted something different!

Not my best work but I think it's a good silly goofy start

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Glamrock Freddy

- With the stylizing of the Pizzaplex don't doubt for a second that they'd use popular references according to the current theme, the second Freddy starts to malfunction their mechanic has set it so that he emits a pretty loud windows XP error noise.

- totally a running gag between the mechanics cannot tell me otherwise.

- with the extra alone time during the nightshift if nothing going on Freddy is often found picking up and doing their best to 'fix' little things here and there

- not very good but it's the little things that count!

- is the internal ticking clock for each person around despite the others already knowing what to do

- Just the dad instinct to make sure everyone's prepared for anything really,

- Truly it carries over to whenever they are around people such as you, if your schedule was shit you better buckle up because he won't let this go

- every single moment they're ticking off a checklist of care that he has a basic understanding of for you

- would totally stop if you ask, but let the guy do his job he's trying his best here :(

- can and will to sneak you into his friend's attractions if you don't have the required permissions

- need a moment to kick some snot-nosed brat's ass on Roxy Raceway?

- Best believe you're getting in that damn kart.

- the most empathetic one here and will respect your boundaries and is the type to wait around the outside of the restrooms just so you don't feel like your missing out on much!

- sadly feel out of everyone else he gives the most vibes of being the closest to a hetero you can get in the animatronics

Monty Gator

- Kindly go to therapy, I want the best for you please we all do.

- jokes aside, Monty is the key to boosting your ego whether you need one or not.

- nine times out of ten if you did something remotely cool he's the type to go off about it for weeks to the point even you get sick of it

- Monty reminds me too much of that guy from 10 things I hate about you

- He's started the time you two spent together as a one-off thing, thinking you won't be here forever and thinking it's just a fleeting moment

- Each time you kept coming back he just regretfully continued to play up his stage persona pushing you away.

- eventually you'd simply grown on Monty like algae, good luck getting out of this now

- out of all the animatronics he's honestly so queer coded

Sundrop

- Perfect beautiful, you're right. This is it this is the best one.

- If you don't think so then you're wrong Sunny is the epitome of boyfriend material

- Hell, even just best friend material???

- Somewhat gives me a Gretchen Wieners vibe?? but in the nicest way possible.

- I think he cries during every Disney movie at least once, it's like a quota to fill on his end with the kids during the daycares movie time

- Still is super caring, just man.

- You're sick?

- Sunny is picking you up and hunkering you over to the security office desk to simply look for something to help at least a little

- Has the best forms of coping tbh, like fingerpainting to let out your feelings? Yes, please.

- Covering life in glitter glue just to make it sparkle a little?

- Simply the therapist out of them all, it might not seem like it but is like the most trustworthy one here

- Would trust my drink to him and you should too.

Moondrop

- Not the best but if you know, you know.

- absolutely just a guy hanging out truly here to just do their job and is so tired of everyone's shit at this point

- the guy just wants you to go to sleep make his job a little easier man

- Spiked the refreshments at a workplace function purely for the hell of it

- Do not trust this man with your shit ever all of it will end up scattered in some horrid form of a scavenger hunt

- Moon's the type where you got to let him do his own thing and do as he asks and slowly they'd warm up to you!

- Doesn't do much physical affection if at all, but it's not that he hates it. It's more of the fact they've never had the gentle hand of an adult before

- in other terms of what they'd use as affection it's more to be assumed that they'd have the instincts of a crow and bring you random trinkets and bugs that makes them think of you

- Absolute bastard, I would not recommend you to in any form romanticize this man but between you and whatever higher power is out there. We all absolutely fell for this freakazoid

- everyone has and you are no summer child

- Drinks coffee black as their soul

[eriexplosion]

Okay here's my real propaganda now: Crosshair has not had a single millisecond of peace and acceptance in the whole goddamn show.

Less than five minutes into the first episode Order 66 happens and the mind control chip in his head kicks in, forcing him to try to murder the Jedi along with almost every other clone. He is the only one on the team with an activated chip and spends most of the rest of the episode completely stressed out, acting bizarre, but because no one knows what's wrong no one can help him. Then he's taken and given an experimental boost to his chip that turns it all the way up and forces him to turn on his team - this procedure looks painful as hell and it WORKS, meaning that he's now forced to be a loyal soldier to the Empire, doing their dirty work and killing who they tell him to.

(He is routinely blamed for his chipped actions by parts of the fandom. He is the only clone held responsible for his chipped behavior by anyone at all and it is established several times that the chip is overpowering, but somehow he is still treated as responsible for his early season one actions.)

In episode eight he gets blasted by an ion engine that appears to deactivate the chip but in exchange he gets a killer burn scar. But because he's a clone he thinks there's nothing else he can do but be a soldier he stays with an Empire that doesn't care about him and actively treats him like garbage. When he gets a chance to leave he's too fucked up to take it and stays behind.

For this he is left alone on a platform for over a month with no food, supplies, and shelter and when we come back to him months later he's only JUST getting medical clearance to return to duty because whatever shape he was in when they finally pulled him off that platform it was Bad.

He never gets to finish a meal. Every companion he has he loses by episodes end. He gets caught in an avalanche. He watches a friend die slowly beside him while begging for him to get medical treatment. When he finally turns on the Empire he's taken prisoner and tortured onscreen no less than three times.

And when he gets a chance to try to get out he sacrifices it to warn his family instead. He spends the entire finale unconscious from further offscreen torture that's implied to be worse than what we already saw him go through.

Crosshair has been miserable from start to finish and gets blamed for it because he didn't break out of lifelong conditioning for obedience and mind control aftereffects fast enough, even though he is not the only clone to take time to manage this and is not the only one to have done atrocities on behalf of the Empire. Redemptive death is technically not off the table even though he has been put through hell already for every bad choice he's made.

Crosshair has NEVER won anything, he takes L after L and he is a traumatized wreck of a man without a scrap of happiness or victory at any point. Nothing he has done has brought anything but more trauma down on him. He's made bad choices but this spiral was kicked off through no fault of his own and there is still no end in sight to it, just more suffering.

Round 2: Left Side - Viktor Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy) vs. Crosshair (The Bad Batch)

[devilstruly]

under the night sky

fem.reader

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one of the reasons why you liked walking by yourself around midnight was because it was peaceful. there wasn't much traffic and there was definitely much less people on the streets. it was simply perfect.

your day was - well a rollercoaster to put it simply. you know those times when you're having a nice enough day, things are going smoothly and no storm in sight? but it has to hit at some point.

you were beyond excited to go to the gym because of the weird energy boost you suddenly got and you needed to get rid of. except it all went downhill from there. there were only guys there, taking up every. single. machine. so you had to settle with pilates. oh and not to mention how your water bottle spilled in your bag and ruined your spare clothes inside along with your brand new book. life is truly great right? then like all of that wasn't enough, you got your period while some guy was staring at your ass. you left the gym early, covering the blood stain with the hoodie you brought along. the bus station was just across the street from the gym and you managed to miss it, letting it cover you with the road dust. taking a deep breath, you decide you've had enough of this for today so you head home on foot. walks always managed to calm you down even at the hardest times.

you're halfway home already, and beginning to feel better. turning up the volume to the max since no one was in sight you start jamming along to the melody of your favorite song until a hand wraps around your wrist and your heart stops. you immediately take out your headphones, your body already starting to tremble a little. you're spun around due to the man's force and to your surprise you're met with your best friend.

'fuck! what the hell is wrong with you?! you can't just grab a woman like that!'

'last time i checked it's not safe for a woman to walk alone at this time of the night ~ especially with music blasting'

he takes off your headphones in his own hands and puts them in his pocket with a grin.

'hey! give them back shithead!'

'if you give me a kiss ~'

'ew'

'then no headphones for you'

'i hate you'

you didn't and he knew that. you ended up telling him all about today and more while he listened intently to everything you had to say. he walks you home, tells you it will work out and that you can do it despite of your lack of belief in yourself. he walks off with a grin, your headphones still in his pocket while you roll your eyes and try to hold back a smile.

[pyroclastic727]

Owl House said fuck capitalism

So this episode was interesting. Lilith pretty much killed her sister. Why the fuck would she do that?

Even more interesting: why is Belos like that? How did Hooty put his head through one of those guards? Who the fuck is the Titan, and why does everyone like him? And how are these all tied together?

This episode was a metaphor for capitalism

...and another delicious step towards radicalizing the youth into dismantling this fucked-up neo-feudal system.

We’ll start with Belos. 

Emperor Belos is a weird name, don’t you think? We all thought it was spelled “Bellows,” but it wasn’t. In fact, it’s five letters, starts with Be, ends with os, and describes a megalomaniac emperor that restricts people’s freedom in order to accumulate wealth for himself.

Sound familiar?

Emperor Bezos Belos created capitalism. He saw the beauty of magic and decided to make himself the most powerful.

Belos created a system that destroys the masses and boosts his power.

 I’m dipping into fan theory a little, because the fan theory fits. We know that people get branded with coven magic that makes it so they can only specialize in one area. We know that Belos is the most powerful witch in the Boiling Isles. We know that the excess magic, magic created by restrictions, has to go somewhere.

It’s the same system that many viewers see all the time. A job takes up all your day and tires you for the night, so you can only do one skill for the rest of your life. Jeff Bezos is the most powerful man in the United States. Excess money, money taken by restrictions, has to go somewhere.

The magic goes to Belos, like how the money goes to Bezos. Belos created capitalism, and he won it.

The guards aren’t real. 

Look, we’ve never seen their faces. They’re all the same. Why would you work so hard to get to the top, just to become a nameless, faceless killing machine?

Oh, also Hooty stuck his face through one. There is nothing under the armor.

Why? Well, it’s the same reason you see all those celebrities going around flaunting their wealth and bragging about how hard they worked. Like all those songs about how they grind every day and work harder than everyone else while you’re out clubbing, and that makes them dope. And then you take a closer look at them and see that they had a small loan of a million dollars fueling them, or an entire talent agency behind them, or their dad was a famous country star in the 80′s. 

They’re fake. They’re hollow. They’re a ploy created by the capitalist emperor to try to delude you into working harder. 

Let me put this into perspective. I guarantee that every single one of you has heard stuff like this: “Hard work makes you successful.” “I put in the work, and that’s why I’m successful.” “If you work hard enough, then you can be as successful as Mark Zuckerberg.” 

And unless you’re a robot or really lucky, I’m sure all of you have failed at this. Maybe they told you that hard work would make you good at math, so you spent 22 hours a week working on calculus, only to pass it by 3 percentage points and have it destroy your perfect 4.0 GPA. Maybe they told you that if you talked to people enough, then you would make friends, so you spent a lot of time talking to people, only to end up lonely and friendless. Maybe they told you that if you did well in school, you would get a good job, so you spent all your time working hard to be a good student, and then ended up in a soulless, dead-end job.

The guards are there to delude you. Look, who really gains from you being productive? The answer is the ruling class, the CEOs, the government, the bourgeoisie. It has always been that. All you get from working is a paycheck that lets you survive. They get a paycheck that lets them get rich. Just like Belos gets the magic and productivity of the specialized coven witches.

The guards are there to trick you. The truth is that nobody can join the Emperor’s Coven. It’s just there to make you think that hard work will make you successful. Then you spend your entire life working hard, trying to prove to the person in charge that you’re worthwhile. You give your whole life to the Coven, and they give you nothing. 

Magic is supposed to be something you pursue for fun. Being skilled at things, being good at something beautiful...that’s supposed to be something you do because you want to. But they took that and made it into a source of productivity. It doesn’t matter if you make good content. All people fucking care about is if you upload the day of premiere, if you make a lot of content quickly, if you maintain a million different conversations with strangers who expect you to be the most interesting person in the room. They don’t care how it hurts you. They don’t care how you crack from the stress. How you cry when you think no one can see you, and then you check your phone and someone can see you, someone did see you, and you have to put on your face and be the charming, magnetic person they want you to be. (oh by the way that’s why I wasn’t online much last week)

And it ruins it. Suddenly you can’t watch The Owl House without being stressed. You can’t make any content. You can’t make spells as powerfully as you want to. Your passion is replaced by perfectionism and insecurity, a voice telling you to keep being the best at what you do, or else they’ll forget you and let you die.

There’s also the Titan. 

So nobody has mentioned him before, because in addition to the Boiling Isles being a hellscape full of witchcraft and queerness, it’s also full of atheists. 

But suddenly we have people saying all this shit about him? Shit like, he gave witches the gift of magic, and then they learned to use it in a civilized manner, since being uncivilized was disrespectful?

I mean, first off, that’s fucking wrong. The island gives people magic. The island, which just so happened to be shaped like a titan-sized human. But the island/titan gives everyone all types of magic. Hell, even Luz gets to use magic, and she’s human. 

It sounds really fucking familiar. (tw for discussion of homophobia and colonialism and misogyny). It sounds like when the news is on and they show some Tr*mp supporter talking about how fetuses have more rights than people and it is their holy duty to take away a woman’s control over her body and force her through unbearable pain and into an 18-year commitment she didn’t want to make. It sounds like all the times people tried to say homosexuality should be illegal, citing a single line in a book written two thousand years ago and heavily edited by a European king. It sounds like all the times people said God wanted them to conquer, to own the entire earth, to force the other races into pain to support them.

This is that bullshit thing people do where they commit awful sins and justify it by citing the will of God. 

Or, it’s the Coven using religion as an excuse for evil.

Look, the Emperor’s Coven is clearly colonizer-coded. Saying that people’s original form of magic was wild (and showing a picture with the same joyous, rowdy energy of an 18th or 19th -century Black or indigenous party), and that it was God’s will for them to be “civilized?” Sounds like that thing that powerful white people did where they went and murdered people and forced them into their twisted capitalist system. God, gold, and glory, is what they said, because history books just love to omit the gore.

Lilith is passing the abuse cycle along. 

You know, like a good little colonizer. God I fucking hate her. She’s a MILF, in the sense that she’s a Mother I’d Like to Fling off a cliff. 

Ah, enough screaming about how much I want to drown Lilith in a tub of Hooty’s mucus. Let’s go into why I want to do that, and how she took the evils of capitalism and just...adopted those.

So, Lilith is sick and twisted for what she did to her sister. But, uhh, that’s the point. You see, there are so many other people out there like Lilith who would do the exact same thing, if given the chance. These are the people who do mean things when the teacher isn’t looking, and then act nice and try to frame you. These are the people who will hate you if you’re better than them. These are people who would do anything to bring you down, if you dare outperform them.

It’s greed, my friends. The mental illness that capitalism blesses us all with.

Lilith herself said it: she dedicated her entire life to the Coven. What she wanted was to be the best. And she almost was...except for her own sister. Someone who lived with her, annoyed her at home, bested her at school. Someone she could never beat, no matter how hard she worked. And her sister was younger than her, too! How insulting was that? Lilith wanted to be the best, and someone in her exact situation did better than her.

Lilith was insecure. And it consumed her.

But why? Why does insecurity consume her? I mean, no one can be motivated by insecurity forever. Well, not unless someone conditions it into you.

The lovely thing about the capitalist system is the morals it teaches you. Things like: “You’re only useful if you’re the best.” “Being school smart makes you smart, while being social smart or sports smart or creative smart or fandom smart is worthless.” “Your worth can be quantified by numbers and is based off arbitrary measures like your income or your grades.” Things that can and will drive us crazy if we let ourselves believe them.

And it did drive Lilith crazy. She got so twisted by a society that said being good at magic is her only worth. Look, Lilith used to be good at things, probably. She was good at sports. At times, she slips up and does an okay job of being Eda’s sister. She has a powerful presence when she’s in a room. And she’s wicked good at manipulating people. 

But that didn’t matter. Lilith bought into the lies. She let herself believe that magical skill was the only way to measure her worth. And since she needed to be the best, she hurt Eda for it.

The beautiful thing is, Eda didn’t buy that. "It’s my power, kid. And before you showed up, I spent my whole life wasting it.” Is what Eda said, as she used up the last of her power, the last of her life, to save Luz. In her final moments, she proved that she’s not like them. She’s stronger than them.

None of this matters. Not magical prowess. Not the hierarchy. Not the promise of joining the Coven and having more power than anyone else.

The only thing that matters to Eda is her family. Her real family. Her Luz, King, and Hooty. And by extension, Willow, Gus, and Amity. Those are Eda’s real reason for fighting, for dying: to protect them. Look, there’s no way she would’ve come out of that fight alive. She has a family, and her love for them is stronger than greed or jealousy or capitalism. 

Lilith never understood that. She thought the water of the womb was thicker than the blood of the covenant. Or, that the water of the womb and the blood of the covenant are stronger than the bonds of found family. She thought it didn’t matter if Eda loved, her, only if the Emperor loved her. Fucking bitch.

And now, a little something to worry about, before we go. Amity Blight. The girl who wanted to join the Emperor’s Coven more than anything, who dedicated her whole life to doing well in school, to being the best, to being perfect.

And then she met Luz. She fell for Luz. Now she’s in a tricky place, where habit and conditioning want her to join the Emperor’s Coven, but her heart wants her to do the impossible and destroy capitalism.

She wasn’t in this episode. Funny that being injured and unable to work ended up saving her from watching her future mother-in-law die. So she bought some time.

But Luz’s true mom is dead. This is the second mom she has lost, and she’s only fourteen. As powerful as King and Hooty are, Luz needs Amity. Luz needs Amity to support her and help her get back her mom.

So Amity has to make a choice. Fear and insecurity, or love and a high chance of death? 

She’ll probably choose death. Because that’s the message that this family-friendly show is giving us kids. Fuck capitalism. All you need in life is to do what makes you happy and be with the ones you love.

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Hi 🙋‍♀️I have a request if u take them. Cud u write sth about Tom Holland x singer reader and the reader is performing at the Grammys or sth and the performance and song and costume is like really seggsy and Tom gets jealous??? Idk 🤷‍♀️ Sorry to bother u I just love your writing

Sorry this took me so long was at a lack of ideas. I strongly believe Taylor Swift’s reputation deserved a Grammy. So I'm borrowing her album for the reader. Hope you like this.

Pairing : Tom Holland x Singer! Reader

Warnings : angst, fluff, jealousy, suggestive theme, missed typos

Mini Playlist : Endgame by Taylor Swift, There’s nothing holding me back by Shawn Mendes

Baby I'm jealous

You and Tom were seated at the back when your limo pulled over at the venue. You could hear the commotion from the inside even though you have walked numerous red carpets by now but it still seems to be a little nerve racking to you. Especially when this is the first time Tom is accompanying you to the Grammys which is going to be a big deal for the media. The security personnel opened the door and as you stepped out of the car you were flooded with flashing lights from the cameras. 

Tom held out his hand for you, you slipped your arm into his and walked with a dazzling smile posing for the cameras “you look amazing, darling” he knelt down to whisper in your ear. In the meantime a lady journalist came forward to ask you a bunch of questions. 

“So Y/N three nominations this year, how are you feeling?” 

“Well it’s always good to be back here and share the stage with all these talented artists as usual I’m excited and looking forward to the night” you answered.

“We see you have brought company this year” she remarked which had you blushing.

“Yeah, I couldn't think of a better company than him on this very important occasion” you said bashfully tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Tom, what do you have to say?” she poses the question to him.

“Uhh I mean she has always been an incredible singer and her songs are the reason that made me fall in love with her in the first place” he replied looking proudly at you.

“Aww you both are adorable. Wish you the best” she said before leaving.

“Thank you so much” you thanked her, walking inside the auditorium and sat on your designated seats. There you were met with lots of your friends from the music industry as you said hi and chatted with them for a while.

“Hey Y/N how are you?!” you heard Shawn from behind as you turned around and went to eagerly hug him. You and Shawn were really good friends from the beginning of your career and you have always been supporting each other’s works.

“I’m good, how are you?” you chirped.

“I’m fine now” he remarked cheekily and went to sit beside you as you started talking catching up on each other totally ignoring Tom. To be honest he was a little annoyed seeing you so over friendly with him but he brushed off his thoughts quickly.

The show began and a few awards were distributed with some performances in between by different artists. You too had to perform for tonight which also included a duet with Shawn and soon your time came as you stood up from your seat to go backstage.

“Best of luck, love” Tom said to boost your confidence.

“Thanks babe” you kissed on his cheek lovingly.

“See you on the stage Y/N” Shawn snickered.

“Oh I’m looking forward to it” you blew him an air kiss and headed backstage to change into your stage outfit. The stage was set and you could hear the loud cheers of the audience from backstage. Truth to be told you always get a little nervous before any public concert but this time it was different because Tom sat there in the audience and you are more excited than nervous to perform. The lights went out and the screen doors slid open as you walked on the stage with the spotlight on you. The notes begin to play as you vocalize striding across the stage with oomph.

I wanna be your endgame

I wanna be your first string

I wanna be your A-Team

I wanna be your endgame, endgame

The crowd cheered as the supporting dancers slowly entered the stage. Tom sat amidst the crowd in awe witnessing you in your full glory. You owned the stage like a queen. He knew you were the prettiest woman he has ever met but the bodycon suit you were wearing accentuated your curves all at the right places.

Big reputation, big reputation

Ooh you and me we got big reputations, ah

And you heard about me, ooh

I got some big enemies

You waltzed around the stage with a sultry look in your eyes, slightly swaying your hips making the crowd go crazy. Tom was very good at keeping his emotions under check but when it comes to you he’s a possessive man so when he heard a few men from the crowd passing comments of how hot and sexy you looked he was fuming from inside. You went on to sing two more songs from your album then transitioned to Shawn’s latest single.

You take me places that tear up my reputation

Manipulate my decisions

Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back

“Make some noise for Shawn Mendes!” you cheered as he emerged from the backstage playing the chords on his guitar and the audience screamed at the top of their voice.

I wanna follow where she goes

I think about her and she knows it

I wanna let her take control

'Cause everytime that she gets close, yeah

He sang with his gaze directed at you which didn’t go unnoticed by Tom who was looking at you both with narrowed eyes and clenched jaws. 

She pulls me in enough to keep me guessing (mmm)

And maybe I should stop and start confessing

Confessing, yeah

You joined in singing along the lyrics with him exchanging flirtatious gestures with each other. You encouraged the audience to sing along with you.

Oh, I've been shaking

I love it when you go crazy

You take all my inhibitions

Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back

You take me places that tear up my reputation

Manipulate my decisions

Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back

There's nothing holdin' me back

There's nothing holdin' me back

You were clearly having a fun time sharing the stage with Shawn as you both swayed to the beat with a wide smile and the crowd cheered you on. Tom heard  someone saying “they make a good pair” and he completely lost it. Now he was jealous even though he knows it’s wrong because you had always made it clear that you loved him more than anything but you in that ravishing outfit dancing and singing being way too comfortable around each other wasn’t helping much. 

Your performance ended after some time and Tom couldn’t be anymore happier. You were back in the audience again as Shawn couldn’t stop praising you “you just set the stage on fire Y/N! It was awesome”

“Oh shut up! You weren’t bad either” you quipped. Tom sat there silently feeling neglected at how you had time to talk with everyone except him. The show ended with you winning the three categories you were nominated for : album of the year, song of the year and artist of the year. You were elated at your achievements as your team escorted you for a photo session. You saw Tom standing at a distance and walked over to him.

“Why are you standing here? Come and stand with me” you said, grabbing his arm.

“No I’m better off standing here rather than being your arm candy” he says bitterly pulling out his arm from your hold.

“What?!” you were slightly taken aback as you looked at him in confusion.

“Hey Y/N!” your manager called out.

“Just a moment!” you told him to wait and dragged Tom to a corner.

“What the hell was that back there?” you hissed at him.

“You know it very well” you shrugged with a disinterested look on his face.

“I-I really don’t understand where this is coming from Tom but are you upset with something?” you were really concerned with his sudden outburst.

“Well isn’t that obvious? When your girlfriend brings you to a public event to treat you like a sidepiece and goes on flirting with her colleagues on stage it is naturally upsetting” he jabbed at you.  

“Are you even listening to what you are saying Tom? Everyone here are my work friends just like you have” you retorted in a hushed tone.

“Well it looked more than just friends” he bit back.

“Now you’re being ridiculous” you were totally done with him, fuming at his accusation.

“Y/N come fast!” your manager called you again.

“Yeah coming!” you replied and turned to Tom again “you know what it was actually my fault that I brought you along with me. I thought we were ready to take the next step in our relationship but it clearly doesn’t look like that” you snapped at him and walked back to have your pictures taken. You were stopped by various people, for interviews as well as to congratulate you for your win but you were so annoyed with Tom you couldn’t concentrate properly.

Towards the end of the night, you had almost forgotten about Tom’s comments as you busied yourself into conversations with different people from the industry, sipping on champagne. 

As soon as he cooled down Tom was quick to realize his mistake and tried to approach you several times, but you successfully ignored him by preoccupying yourself elsewhere. He eventually caught up to you, grabbing your arm before you could walk away “Y/N, please. Can we just talk for a second?”

“No I don’t think so because I’m quite busy flirting with each and every guy over here” you snapped, turning to walk away. He grabbed your arm again, “Y/N, c’mon love, I’m really sorry” he whined.

You whipped around “not now Tom. We will talk after we get out of here so if you will excuse me” saying so you walked away to be stopped by a reporter for another interview. The after party ended an hour as you and Tom exited the place. You climbed into the limo, quickly putting up the privacy window. Tom climbed in after you, taking a seat glancing at you.

“What?” you scowled, crossing your arms over your chest. You could tell he was really upset with what he’d said earlier. 

“Y/N.. I can't even explain how sorry I am” he started “I know I was being a dick back there and I feel terrible about it”

You leaned back in your seat sighing “you know what, I'm really tired. Can we talk about this after we reach home?” He nodded silently in agreement without uttering a single word on the drive back.

Once you got home, you walked through the living room and made your way into your shared bedroom. You sat on the bed taking off your heels and massaged your ankles. After sometime Tom joined you in the bedroom. He takes off his suit jacket and loosens his tie as you stare at him for a second. He looked so good in formal attire which filled your head with filthy thoughts. How you could have celebrated your win in a different way but he had to ruin it by acting out like that.

“Y/N, I truly am sorry. I.. I have no excuse for my behavior. It was completely my fault” he walked over to you, sitting next to you on the bed.

You sighed deeply and stood up walking over to your walk in closet. Your hands went to your back to reach out to the zipper of your dress “I really didn’t expect this from you at least. Of all the people I thought you would understand since you are in the same line of work” you said with disappointment clear in your voice. Tom hung his head low in shame.

“I know babe it was rude and totally uncalled for. I was a fucking idiot and let my insecurities get the best of me” he said with remorse.

“Then just think about how I feel when I have to watch you making out with other women on screen. I never said anything to you. Instead I always supported you and you on the other hand questioned our relationship just because I was singing and dancing with someone else who happens to be a very good friend of mine” you ranted still struggling with the zipper of your dress “a little help please?” you huffed slightly irritated and angry.

Tom bit back a smile as he walked over to you and helped you unzip your dress. He took your hands in his and pecked on them gently “I didn't mean to ruin the night for you” he apologized, looking down at your hands.

You pulled out your hands and crossed your arms “well it wasn’t that bad given that I won three Grammys but I wished you were there by my side” you said completely forgetting that you were standing there in just your strapless bra and very tiny pair of lace underwear.

Tom was eyeing you the whole time with a known smirk plastered on his face. You noticed that and looked down at yourself “oh, c’mon. I’m trying to have a serious conversation here!” you scoffed, throwing your hands in the air. You shook your head in annoyance and grabbed the black silk robe, tying it around your body.

Tom was broken out of his trance as he walked over to you, placing a hand on your cheek “Y/N believe me I’m really sorry. I wish I could take back all the horrible things I said to you. You didn’t deserve any of it. Sorry for being such a jerk to you”

Your expression softened as you held his hand gently “well I’m glad to hear that. And even if I try I can’t stay mad at you for a longtime so apology accepted” you said with a smile. 

“Thank you darling it would never happen again I promise” he says stroking his thumb on your cheek bone as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips “and I mean it” he stated a hand reaching up to untie your robe as your robe fell open, your breath hitched “though it was slightly your fault too, how do you expect me to not get jealous seeing you with someone else looking so bloody gorgeous in that outfit?” he hooked his index finger under the silk on your shoulder, pulling the robe down slowly, leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin “but I’m really sorry” he whispers in a husky tone. 

“Then prove it” you looked at him challengingly, a smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. Without any further delay Tom crashed his lips to yours effortlessly lifting you up by your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

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I just finished Dawson's Creek again and....

I'm still feeling the same way about the ending that I did the first time I watched it. I didn't like it and honestly it should've ended with episode 22. Bare with me, this is a long one....

I already made a post addressing my feelings towards the Pacey and Joey relationship from season 4 (on reddit) and I'm sorry but I still can't get behind them being endgame. I will admit, I found them more appealing this time around than I did the previous times I watched the show (season 3 was perfect and I'll admit the Castaways episode was very endearing), but I still for the life of me don't understand the logic behind them being endgame other that it being fan service.

It felt rushed and as though the ending wasn't meant to be this way but the writers threw it together last minute and called it a day. Does this mean I want her with Dawson? Hell no. I liked them as close friends, nothing more especially after the constant back and forth fighting throughout the series. I also noticed a few things while watching, Joey is quite possibly my least favorite character by the end of the series. I didn't feel this way during my previous watches. This time around, I found her quite unbearable by the last 2 seasons and felt as though she should've ended up single at the end or at least with Eddie. Her and Eddie seemed a lot more compatible. And my annoyance with her character made me feel as though Pacey deserved better than Joey. Pacey wasn't flawless, but I just feel like he deserved better than a reignited relationship he had in high school. It also always felt like he loved Joey more than she loved him.

That leads me to this....I've said this before, and I'll say it again, Pacey's best relationship was with Andie. I'm biased and still believe they should've been together by the end but the writers thought it'd be best to destroy her character and practically laugh in Meredith Monroe's face (cutting her amazing scenes in the last episode?! Why????). Andie went to Harvard. Which is in Boston, aka where the other characters were. There was so much more potential with the character, and its quite sad they got rid of her so soon and only used her as a stepping stone for a love triangle. Her and Pacey, in my eyes, were a well-balanced and beautiful relationship. They both knew what they wanted and never gave up on one another. They helped each other in ways others couldn't.

Somebody made a great point in another post and said Pacey and Joey only ever worked out when they were isolated from everyone else (the summer boat trip, moving to NY). And it's true. Around the others it never worked and maybe it's because they weren't meant to be. I know people will disagree with me, but it's just how I feel after watching it again.

Also I'm still so damn angry about Jen. Killing off her character for the pure shock factor will forever be the biggest mistake. I don't see why else they decided to kill her off other than to shock an audience and boost ratings (was that even accomplished?). I'm so happy Michelle Williams still had the best career going forward despite suffering awful writing for 3 seasons of this show. Also Jen and Jack were soulmates and watching their beautiful friendship will forever be my favorite part of this show.

All in all, there's so much I do love about this show. It gave us two of the best fictional TV show characters in Pacey Witter and Jen Lindley. There's also so much wrong with this show, but I won't continue harping on that. I will say, I can see myself rewatching this show again in the future.