#surely all my other friends have someone that. they'll much rather ask out more compared to me . 🥹

[noxtivagus]

thinking about prom mhmmm some friends were talking abt it earlier 🫣

[factual-fantasy]

27 ASKS! :D FANK U! :}}} 💖

Ah! That I did. I mistook them for a bot.

Folks, you gotta put a unique profile picture of some kind and at least put in your bio "IM NOT A BOT!!-" If you have all the default stuff artists like me will assume you're a bot and just block you on sight :(

Sorry about that- I unblocked your friend. And thank you! I'm glad you like my stuff! :DD

Well,, Seam has some permeant injuries too. :( Such as his missing eye and the scars around his neck and wrists that will never fully heal..💔

Between sci-fi or fantasy? I thiiiink I prefer fantasy. XD And no its not just becuase of my name-

(Post in question)

Looking back I didn't illustrate it super well- it was intended to be something less earthy, yes. Not straight black though, It was supposed to be a really dark red. It seems black.? But anything it stains is stained red. And it was supposed to be rather thick compared to human blood.

If I ever draw it again, I'll be sure to get it to look right next time <XD

@khoiazo

@thesleepyteen1214

:DD Thank you! I'm glad you like it! :}}

Now as for Peso. I think its impossible for Peso and Barnacles to have met as kids- not only is there that age difference,, But I thought that polar bears are from the Arctic, and penguins are from the Antarctic. On the other side of the planet!

None the less- if they somehow met, I don't imagine much would happen other than them potentially becoming friends. :0 Kwazii sure ain't going anywhere, he's sticking with Barnacles family!

Oh man, if Bibi and the gang were real they'd all be screwed.😔 I don't have what it takes to take care of them properly in the real world-

I imagine that the Deltarune crew only really stay in worlds that seem safe. So if it looks safe? They'll stay. And probably not think too much about all the weird critters running around <XD

Not sure how the FNAF guys would react. A world where imaginary friends come to life seems impossible! They might think the imaginary friends are actually animatronics-

The princess quest game wasn't implemented into any of my AUs,, sorry! <:/

I've seen the game floating around, though I don't really know what its about. Also I heard whispers of a potential controversy..? Idk I'm a bit weary of the game <XD

If Freddy had a problem where he started hoarding lost kids after hours? That would be horrible for the kids.. but pretty slick for Vanessa.. 👀

Aww! That's so cute! I love all the different names! XD Having someone to man/assist in the cupcake factory would be really cool/useful as well! :DD

@beryl-shade

I was thinking that no one else in the group other than Frisk remembers. But Jevil? He.. had some kind of reaction to it.

Like when the reset occurred, Jevil had this horrible spike of anxiety and he broke out in a cold sweat and shakes. But before he could even process what was wrong, Frisk swooped in and saved Seams life. Right after he was saved, the shaking and sweating began to subside.. huh, strange..

(The second question was answered in the ask right above this one! :} )

In the comic that I was intending to draw- we would see little snip-bits of most everyone's reactions.

Jevil reacted how you'd expect.. he completely broke down. Screaming and wailing over Seams body..

Frisk froze at first, but then turned on her heel and sprinted into the woods in order to uh.. reset. No screaming, no panic. Just dead silent, sprinting into the woods..

Goner kid was freaking out so bad over Jevil screaming that when she saw Frisk run.. all she could think to do was run after her. So she did..

We don't see Grillby's face, but you can see his hand light up greenish/blue and his coat burst into flames as he realized Seam is dead..

River and Spamton weren't really meant to be seen on screen. But you can see Asgore physically become more misty/unstable when Jevil started screaming..

You know? Maybe for the sake of everyone it was better that I didn't end up drawing all that <XD 💔

No no, nothing about tombstones. The Easter egg lies in this panel.. 👀

@snickerdoodlezz

F.. FANK U,,, 💖🍽

Thank you so much!! :D

As for my brushes? I just use the standard pencil brush set to 3.0 for sketching and line art. And I use the standard pen tool for coloring! :}

@youlikwjazz004

I have seen a decent sized chunk of Adventure Time yes! Although I don't really know the story and I definitely don't know all the characters,,

But out of the characters I do know? It would have to be Simon Petrikov! ✨ With Jake as a close second. Aaaand maybe Prismo as a 3rd placer? I don't know him too much but his design slaps and he seems really chill 😎

(comic in question)

As Freddy explains, he (and the others) had a "bug" in his system. Which made his eyes purple. (Although he wasn't aware that they were purple-)

And after he crashed on stage they reset his system. Wiping the "bug" from his programming. Turning his eyes blue again :0

@storylover2

I imagine that what ever it tastes like depends on my mood. Lately its probably tasted like when you just brushed your teeth and you eat an orange 😖

Also please do not eat my noggin I need that to art-

@ocinstituterep

It's been a while since I've thought about them.. 🤔 If we're using the same formula as I did before.. (the stories of the real life cars are translated to the characters).. then that means some of them aren't doing so hot <XD

We've got a few break downs, some are still broken down. A few sold to better homes.. and a few new (very old) comers! Some are back on the road and some are still on the road when they probably shouldn't be <XD

All in all, I'd say they're doin ok :}

@beelze-juicee

:DDD THANK YOU!! And don't worry, I'm sure I'll come back to it every so often. Even though I'm a bit weary of this fandom.. I cant help but love the characters and want to draw them sometimes XD

(Kirby family in question)

<XD Sorry, no can do! I'm glad you like them! And thank you! But I'm afraid my blessings cannot be purchased.. <:/

@ninaandthegames

Yooo that is the coolest dog I have ever seen 😎

:D Thank you! And I'm not currently into any animes.. although there are some that I attempted to watch and liked for a while :0

Such as Kirby right back at ya and My hero academia! :0

@elegysonnet @willthemechanist (Post in question)

XD He's just embodying his spirit animal. A narwhal ✨🦄🐟✨

[killuachii]

Welt away little forget-me-not, let the sun kiss you on your way home.

A Stray Kids One Shot

Member: Felix

Concept: A love created through desperation and the longing to exist.

Pov: Felix

Keep your struggles to yourself

Who am I or what am I? I don't know and I don't want to know. Right now I don't want to be anybody anymore. I don't want to be me, I don't want to be my friends, I don't want to be my parents or anyone I know. I simply don't want to be anymore.

Everyday, every single day a voice pops up in my head and repeatedly asks the same question: "Felix, who are you?"

I never knew the answer. As of now I still don't know. And I'll never know. I don't long to know. I don't want to know.

I am afraid of the truth. Am I the tiny puddle of insecurities I have always imagined to be or am I something far more worse than that? I can't be anything positive that is for sure. I just don't feel positive. I don't want to be positive. It will disappoint me.

Walk along on this dirty road and tell me what you see

I am afraid of the outside. It scares me. The people scare me. I would rather be in my room, with all of my thoughts that break me one by one. I hate myself.

I can't remember what made me hate myself so much. Was it the mistakes made with a past love? Were it the regrets? The pain? No matter what it was, the outcome scarred me.

I can't love anymore. I just don't feel like loving anyone. No, it's more of a "I am just not able to love anyone". But people love me regardless, I'm wondering why.

No matter how much I hurt them, they reach out to me, tell me that they'll always love me and tell me that I'm just confused and not in the right place.

Someone once told me that we say things we don't mean in moments we are the most vulnerable. I tend to raise my voice every now and then but this person always played with their words and made them dance into my heart.

But I hate my heart. However the words were as sweet as honey. As soft as cotton candy. As hurting as the truth. I was in a conflict with myself. I didn't like the words that were spoken to me but the voice that gives those words a meaning is the reason I listen to them.

Words only have meaning if you let your heart instead of your head speak. My heart is not speaking. It's never speaking. I hate this. I want to end this. But a person is waiting for me. No matter how many times I say those ruthless things, those disgusting words, all of the insults and the inferior looks I give that makes a person pity me, this person tells me over and over again "It's okay, let everything out".

I hate that stupid smile that makes me cry, that makes me feel wanted and unwanted at the same time. They want me to keep on, while I want to end this pitiful existence, that's been dancing in a rondo full of disharmony.

Our hearts are not communicating

We fought a lot. It was me just screaming at them while they were silent. Is this considered fighting? Or just a one-sided conflict? I cried a lot during those days. And any other day actually. I'm envious of the people that never cry. That are unable to cry. They probably fought their wars and won them. Meanwhile in my case, I'm always the loser. Another loss today.

Reminiscing that day, that conversation, those words.

"Don't you find it bizarre how you're screaming while I'm being right in front of you? It's clear that I would even understand you if you were whispering in my direction but do you know why you still keep screaming? It's not because we can't understand each other, Felix, it's our hearts that are growing apart, unable to hear each other's beat. And this is what is bothering you, this is what scares you."

I hate the truth. There is one thing that I hate more than the truth. It's myself.

Show me your pretty big smile and forget about your disgusting existence

I can't help it. There isn't anything about myself that's good, that's enough. I'll always end up comparing myself to everyone around me. I will always be the failure in my eyes. And the failure in their eyes even. I hate to disappoint people. I keep doing it regardless because I can't seem to live up to the expectations.

I cry a lot. Surprisingly I have a lot of fluid stored in my eyes. I can't help it but cry. I feel so worthless day by day. I'll always feel like this, we are talking about me. Me, Felix, who'll never get it right.

I started to wonder: Who wants me anyway? I hate living, so why not end this right here and now? Neither the tears of once loved ones can stop me, nor the love of my parents, nor the bright future that was promised to me years ago.

I can't stand this anymore. I'm going insane. Everything hurts. My head, my heart, my everything. I hate being alive. I hate being alive so much. There is nothing about this life that is worth loving. I simply don't want to live anymore.

Whenever I say those things this person pops up in my head. I feel guilty. They didn't do anything wrong. It's just me that keeps making mistakes and makes them feel worried. I want to change but at the same time I don't think I have the capacity to.

I want to run away.

I want to feel loved again.

Forget-me-not in the sunset: Beauty is irrelevant if you are blinded by your hideous existence.

Something about the outside today seems different. It might be my severe headache I have due to the fact that I have been crying so much. There were flowers on my way. Flowers. How long has it been that I saw flowers, no how long has it been that I acknowledged flowers around me? They have a pretty purple tone to them. They are so small. So pretty. It makes me forget a bit and remember something else. I used to go there a lot where these flowers grow. I remember the happiness.

Maybe I don't want to do this.

I love those flowers. I need to go home. There is someone waiting for me. Someone that would miss me if I don't come home tonight. Someone that would miss me if I never came home again.

There is no one like you. There is only one Lee Felix.

I came back. I am back. Not just quite the way that I was, but on the way there. I was standing. I was standing on my own feet for the very first time in awhile. I forgot how it feels like to be on my feet. How it feels to be here again. I don't hate this feeling.

But still I don't feel as fully aware of my surroundings as it once was the case. When I was happy.

I still don't feel happy, in fact I feel terrible. I don't feel good enough.

But then I remembered what you once told me.

"Look at me. Who are you? You are Lee Felix? Yes, I think so too. There is only one Lee Felix in the world that looks just like you, that breaths in the same rhythm as you do, that has the same gestures, the same facial expressions, the same smile, the same placement of freckles and that is you! There is no Lee Felix that can be better than you, you are the best Lee Felix that exists. That's what makes you unique. That's what makes you good enough."

I cried. I didn't know what to answer. So I just stood there in silence.

The warm ray of sunlight is kissing my skin.

I get annoyed from time to time when people only refer to me as the "brownie boy". I think I am more that just that. You always insisted to bake brownies with me. Even in this hot summer weather you would still look at me with pleading eyes and force me to bake with you. I know that you don't like the summer heat combined with the heat in the kitchen. You just wanted to bake. Nothing else. You thought it would make me happier. I would be lying if I say that I didn't enjoy baking with you. I had fun. I don't dislike this feeling.

It was almost noon and we were done. The setting sun was glowing through the window into my eyes.

You said you liked my eyes, they were glowing. They had life in them for the first time in a couple of months. I was thankful for your existence. But were you thankful for mine?

We ate the brownies as we watched the sunset. I wonder if you feel the need of love too.

Damn I love Twice so much

Back in the room where it happens. But surprisingly there isn't any thought that is making me feel inferior. I like this feeling.

I wanted to listen to music. I put on a Playlist of mine. From better days.

Dance the night away. I really like that song. Perfect for the summer. The next song. What is love? Another good song but it makes me wonder.

What even is love? My last love ended unwell. Terrible even. I connect love with a bitter taste in my mouth but still my heart is desperately reaching out to someone. Could this someone be you?

I want to feel loved again. I want to love. But something keeps me away from it. Something deep inside me. I am my own enemy.

I am fighting myself. I don't understand my feelings anymore. Maybe talking to somebody might help. Maybe talking to you will help.

I forgor 💀

Today I woke up with a strange feeling. Strange might be the wrong word. I just felt different. I felt relieved. I felt save.

You are calling me. You asked me over the phone if we could spent time again today.

I remembered today was your birthday. I said yes.

You were a terrible organizer. You are so indecisive, just like me. In the end we didn't end up doing anything. We just sat and spoke for hours. You told me stupid things and I told you things that were even more stupid. I hope you liked your birthday. But was it worth to throw away your whole day just to spend time with me?

I asked you this question. Your answer was as keen as always.

"Of course! I love spending time with you! You are one of my favourite people!"

Thank you I loved it too. I love this feeling.

Suddenly my heart skipped a beat. I totally forgot to give you a present! I bowed down to apologize, you just said

"It's okay, your company is the best present I had in a looooong time"

You smiled. I smiled back. But I still felt bad though. 💀

I love existing with someone that is dear to my heart

I picked up some of your habits. For example: I started laughing at unusual times. I was just sitting on my bed and started laughing. Just like you do occasionally. You thought of some silly meme but I thought about how happy I was. Happy to be alive, happy to see the sun everyday, shining through the windows, kissing my slightly tanned skin, and happy to be with you. I was happy at last.

"Thank you Y/N, you helped me a lot."

[oro-e-diamanti]

The one with the matchmaking

My masterlist

Description | Victoria is desperate to set you and Thomas up... Might there be a spark already?

Content | Fluff

Pairing | fem!Reader x Thomas

Word Count | 2663

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***

There had been an unspoken thing between you and Thomas from the first day you met. It was one of those right person, wrong time scenarios. Both of you were happily taken by other people, loving your partners, and leading healthy relationships. It simply hadn't been meant to be and both of you had gladly accepted it. Nothing had ever happened, despite the others insisting there must have, neither of you was like that. So you stayed friends with him, the same way you stayed friends with Victoria, Damiano, and Ethan and it didn't take long for the five of you to grow into a loving group, a chosen family. That was until both you and Thomas happened to have broken up with your respective partners within the same week. It was safe to say that it didn't take long for the meddling to start.

***

"I just think they'd make such a good couple!" Victoria said, pushing the empty beer bottles around on the table in annoyance. "They're basically made for each other."

"Leave it, Vic," Ethan said. The dark of the bar was hiding his features and the fact he was slightly rolling his eyes. "They both literally just got out of relationships, I don't think they're interested."

"But they both ended them so it's not like they've been broken up with," she insisted. "I'm sure they'll get over it quickly enough."

"Yeah I agree with Vic," Damiano added. "It's not like either of them seems all that heartbroken."

"Exactly, which is why we need to act now!"

"I still don't think it's a good idea," Ethan sighed. "Just let them figure it out on their own."

"But they're idiots! They'll never figure it out!"

Damiano couldn't help laugh out loud. He knew his friend was onto something, both Thomas and Y/n tended to be hilariously oblivious when it came to things like these.

"Maybe they just need a little push," he agreed.

"Fine." A deep sigh escaped Ethan. "But don't say I didn't warn you if it doesn't work out."

***

The moment you stepped into the vintage second-hand store you decided it was heaven on earth. It didn't take long for you to sweep through the place like a whirlwind, picking up pieces left and right, leaving Victoria and Thomas standing at the entrance still. You didn't care, this was one of your favourite places and you were not going to be held back because those two were slow. You tried on a dress that looked like an absolute mess on you and you quickly took a picture to laugh at later with the others, before trying on some trousers that you really took a liking to. You were still in them, trying to figure out if you had also grabbed a top that would match when someone knocked on the wood of the changing room. Confused and not certain if the noise was directed at you, you pulled back the curtain to come face to face with Thomas. He noticed you were in your bra before you did.

You raised your eyebrows, overly amused at how he was nervously looking around to figure out if anyone else would be able to see her, but no one seemed to be around. As he turned back, he tried not to let his gaze fall into her chest again, but failed miserably. You laughed heartily, "It's fine, stop blushing, Thomas."

He grinned, more relaxed not that he knew you didn't mind. He shouldn't, this being far from the first time he'd seen you like this.

"Vic told me to give you this dress to try on."

You looked at the piece of fabric he handed you, a gorgeous, velvety black, knee-high dress with a dangerous slit and a plunging neckline. It wasn't something you would have chosen yourself, but you trusted Vic's judgment. The curtain was quickly closed again, removing the trousers you had already decided on and slipped on the dress. It fell in a much nicer way than you had anticipated, easily smoothing itself over your curves and settling perfectly in place. The mirror agreed with your sentiment - you looked gorgeous. Okay, so this dress would do with a bit more makeup and without a bra, but it was a no-brainer that you were going to buy it.

You ripped open the curtain, now facing both of your friends. As soon as Vic saw you, she seemed as smitten with it as you were. Thomas looked stunned in his own way but stayed quiet.

"Fuck, I knew that was your dress!" Victoria shouted, obviously proud of herself for picking it out.

"Where am I ever going to wear this?" You asked, spinning to muster your reflection once again.

"When I take you out tomorrow night," Vic grinned. "There's a gorgeous new restaurant in town but it's fancy fancy, so this will do just fine."

You couldn't help but squint your eyes at her through the mirror. Her suggestion sounded just fine, but the way her eyes flickered made you feel like there was something more to the story.

***

"Wait, so how will you going out with her to dinner help, exactly?"

"Oh, Damiano, stop being so dumb. Obviously, I won't go."

"I don't get it."

"I'll have some sort of last-minute emergency, and since both of you will be out of the house, Thomas will have to step in."

Ethan sighed, shaking his head at his friend's plan.

"Why do you have to meddle so much, Vic?"

"Because those two don't get it. But once they see each other all dressed up, romantic dinner, candles, good wine, it'll click."

"Whatever you say."

***

"Oh my god, Y/n, I'm so sorry!" Victoria burst into your room, Chili cradled in her arms and an apologetic look on her face. "I know we said we'd go to that fancy restaurant tonight, but Chili's been coughing and the vet told me to come in immediately."

You side-eyed the little white dog, looking as happy as can be, but there was no reason for you not to trust Victoria. Right? You briefly petted Chili's head.

"Don't worry about it, we can always go some other time."

"No!" Her outburst surprised you. "I mean, it's so difficult to get a reservation there and you should wear your dress out. Damiano and Ethan are out, but I'm pretty sure Thomas is free, please ask him, he'd probably love to go with you!"

You wanted to scold Victoria, tell her this wasn't happening, tell her you'd be fine just staying home, but she didn't give you a chance to do any of it. Instead, she left your room, immediately shouting for her bandmate. It was the reason you found yourself at a candlelit dinner with the blond man mere hours later.

"You look amazing, by the way," Thomas said. Well, he actually kind of mumbled it into his pasta rather than proudly state it. You felt like blushing.

"So do you, love. But you know I love you in a suit."

Your eyes met, just for a moment, before both of you found yourselves awkwardly staring back at your plates again. You didn't know why you were behaving like this, or why he was, you could only attribute it to the fact that this felt like an overly romantic date and the waiter had referred to you as his girlfriend multiple times already. Neither of you had corrected him. You hadn't minded the single rose that had been placed between you on the table, accompanied by a little wink and a smile by the waiter.

"You know, you make a lousy boyfriend, not even bringing me flowers for our date, " you teased, watching as a shy smile appeared on Thomas' face, his eyes travelling down the table for a second before looking at you again with more than a twinkle.

"I did take you to the nicest restaurant in town, surely that gets me some points?"

The giggle bubbled over your lips easily. Everything came easy with Thomas. He made the troubles disappear with one look, one touch of a hand, a single word, a gesture, his existence. He was your own personal cure to everything.

***

"No, I'm telling you, it worked," Victoria excitedly gasped and she gathered in the kitchen with Damiano and Ethan, trying to stay as inconspicuous as possible. "You should have seen them when they came back!"

"Did you actually wait up for them?" Ethan asked, slightly disbelieving, slightly amused.

"Well, they didn't know obviously! I just cracked my bedroom door open a bit. But they were all giggly and happy and they hugged when they said goodnight!"

"Vic, we all hug all the time," Damiano threw in.

"Not the way they did. I'm serious, this is working and you'll see soon enough!"

"So what's the next idea then?"

"I'm... I'm not quite sure," she admitted. "But I'll figure it out and it'll be perfect."

***

The thunderstorm hadn't been predicted by any of the weather channels. You found yourself standing in front of the patio doors with Thomas, watching the heavy rain disturb the surface or the pool, trees swaying in the wind, a flash of light illuminating the garden in regular intervals. It had only been the two of you home when it had started, everyone else out to meet friends or sitting in a bar with a drink in their hand. You had been having a lazy day, unwilling to leave the house at all, while Thomas had slept for so long no one had bothered trying to wake him so he could join in on plans.

"Do you want to compare our favourite records?"

You had been so focused on the happenings outside of the glass that you almost flinched in surprise at his question. Still, a slight smile, the right kind of look, and you were nodding enthusiastically. Hasting up the stairs, barefoot and in nothing but shorts and the shirt you usually slept in, you went through the little collection you had brought to the summer house, already hearing the first notes of Led Zeppelin's Black Dog echoing downstairs. With a smile on your face, you grabbed a few records and bolted back down to Thomas.

"I still prefer Led Zeppelin III," you giggled, only to be greeted with Thomas' shocked face. "Anything that has Immigrant Song on it is a hit, really."

"Blasphemy! Nothing tops IV, and you clearly have no taste."

"You clearly have no taste considering you think anything Led Zeppelin has put out is better than Fleetwood Mac's Rumours." You barely waited for the first song of Thomas' album of choice to finish playing before interrupting it with the sound of Second Hand News.

It didn't take long for the conversation to get heated. Still, you kept playing your record in the background, effortlessly dodging his effort to change it, even though the whole thing had been his idea in the first place. He was still complaining, explaining, talking to a wall basically, as you danced around the living room, as the music flowed through you, singing along, thunder only happens when it's raining, as the weather outside did its worst.

"I just think it's much too sad, most of it," Thomas finally concluded.

"Doesn't that just make it so beautiful though?"

"No, it just makes me sad," he pouted.

"Maybe you just never listened to it the way you should. In the arms of someone you love."

A heartbeat passed as both of you looked at each other, but then your smile returned and you motioned for him to get on the sofa with you, lying on your side as he slowly but surely moved in front of you. Your arms wrapped around him, spooning him, making you feel safer than you ever have as Songbird played in quiet tones.

Your nose buried itself in his hair, letting his smell fill your every pore, taking over your whole being as you pressed into him, singing along in nothing but a whisper.

"And I love you, I love you, I love you, like never before."

***

"Guys, guys, guys, look at that!" Victoria called out to her friends as they quietly made their way into the house. "I knew it would be such a good idea to leave them alone in the house!"

"Vic, it's not like you made a thunderstorm come along, I'm pretty sure this was not your doing for once," Damiano whispered.

"Doesn't matter! Look at them spooning! We're on the right way, guys!"

"We're not on any way," Ethan threw in. "You keep trying to meddle and the two of them are going their own ways."

"They just need another push. I just gotta think of something."

***

"Hey, they let you feed the goats here!" Victoria squealed as everyone around her let out a groan. The zoo was bustling with people, the five friends surrounded by families, and Vic easily fell in line with the children's excitement.

"Vic, I really really don't like goats," you complained. "I'd rather not get their attention because I got food in my hands."

"Fine. How about you go see the owls over there with... Thomas, and I go feed some adorable goats with Ethan and Damiano?"

The both of you allowed yourselves to be pushed away easily, chuckles on your faces as you walked away from the rest of the group, dodging running toddlers as you went.

"So, this is a set-up, huh?" Thomas grinned next to you as his arm slid around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Oh, as if Victoria has been doing anything these past weeks without hidden intentions." You let yourself mold into Thomas' side, leaning in closer until your bodies were touching as much as physically possible. "She's not half as subtle about this as she thinks. I'm sure she's watching right now."

You didn't turn around, but you felt her eyes on the pair of you, watching your every move and trying to figure out what was going on between the two of you.

"Do you wanna give her a show?" You playfully pinched his site, looking at him from the corner of your eyes just to see a smile appear on his face that was surely mirroring yours. "Make out a little bit?"

"Wouldn't that give it away?" He stopped walking, now wrapping both of his arms around you as you leaned on his chest, looking up at him.

"I'm sure she'd still think it's just a first step in the right direction."

Not waiting for his response, your hand reached up to his face, slowly stroking along the soft skin of his cheek, thumb running over his lower lip as his smile grew, then reaching around, tangling them into his hair and pulling him down to you. His lips met yours in a sigh, warm and lovely, a tingling feeling spreading through you immediately, pressing yourself into him. You could feel his thumb stroking your back ever so slightly as he held you. He wanted more, slowly moving his lips, trying to deepen the kiss, but you pulled away. Close enough to still feel his breath on you, close enough that whispering would be enough.

"Now, we don't want Vic to figure it all out immediately," you grinned before putting more distance between the two of you. He groaned, making you giggle, before taking your hand and pulling you along.

"How much longer are you planning to keep this up?" Thomas asked, shaking his head, but still amused. "We've been together for two weeks."

"Pretty sure she already bought tickets for the cinema for me and her for Wednesday... which she'll inexplicably have no time for so you'll have to come along, obviously. I can give you a hickey in the dark theater, she'll freak."

Thomas laughed out loud, pressing a single kiss to the top of your head.

"Fine. One more date, that's it?"

"One more date."

[cube-cumb3r]

The Means Reflect On The Ends Actually, (c!Dream & the conditioning of Exile)

What was the point of exile, storywise? What does it say about c!Dream? Sure, it’s showcasing how far he’s willing to go to achieve his own ends, but I don't think all discussion about what exile tells us about c!Dream should start and end there.

Dream is not cruel for cruelty’s sake. Dream’s end goal is not to hurt as many people as possible. He views his cruelty are “necessary evils”, and he doesn’t dwell much on whether the things he does are “good” or “bad”. He’s fully aware he’s hurting people and he ultimately thinks that hurting people, to the extent that he does, is worth it. That being said, while Dream has an ends justify the means mindset, but the truth is, the means absolutely reflect on the ends. His true intentions aren’t a mystery, it’s very clear in the text that his ultimate goal is unity, but why does he want unity? And what would said unity entail?

(Before this essay starts I have to do an ad break to promo @daggryet's very helpful [transcriptions from the exile streams], which I'll be using a lot of. Thanks for the very helpful resource.)

TW: Relatively extensive discussion abt the abuse in exile arc & the effects of said abuse.

Firstly, I don't think you should deny his relationship to control. A through-line of his character is achieving harmony through control, and more specifically, obedience. There’s a reason why he tends to single out Tommy the most. It’s not actually because Tommy is remarkably more troublesome than anyone else on the server, but rather, because his disruptive nature is at Dream’s expense. Tommy is the only character who’s consistently over and over again refused to respect Dream’s authority, and though he isn’t particularly threatening on his own, it’s the sentiment itself that’s dangerous. Similarly, this is why he has consistently targeted L’manburg, moreso than any other faction on the server such as, say, Badlands, El Rapids. It’s almost as if they represented the sentiment, “Hey, why are we listening to you anyway? Why can’t we be listening to anyone else?”, which is why he crushed them, over, and over again. What if everyone figures out they can just stop listening to him? What then?

We talk a lot about the effects exile had on Tommy, and rightfully so, but we don’t talk enough about what Dream was actually doing. What was the purpose of exile? Was it just a way to get closer to the discs? Just a means to an end? What was the end?

TOMMY: What, what could you possibly want more from me? You’ve tortured me.

DREAM: I’m just keeping an eye on you, Tommy.

TOMMY: What does that mean?!

DREAM: I’m just, I’m making sure that you’re not up to no good.

TOMMY: But, how, you’ve exiled me, you fucking stupid, manipulative fucking green bastard!

DREAM: I know! And you know why I did that?

TOMMY: Yes? 

DREAM: No, you know why?

TOMMY: Why?

DREAM: Because you don’t listen to me ever, you’re the only person who doesn’t ever listen to me. If I tell you to do something, you’re like “no, fuck you!”, and you go and like do like the exact opposite.

[full transcription]

As much as I have to preface this with that this is speculative and we may not have any irrefutable confirmation, I think it's very likely that it's literally just what Dream is saying he's doing. Tommy is the one person who refuses to listen to him, and he wants him to listen. Exile was not only conditioning Tommy to believe that nobody other than Dream cares about him, not only conditioning Tommy to be entirely reliant on him, but also conditioning Tommy to listen to him, without question, without disobeying. And that is such a significant and reoccurring motif for it to arguably just be the intended reading of exile.

Abuse is a vague term that encompasses a lot of abusive practices. There are a good handful that apply to exile, I'm sure if you ask someone qualified they'll be able to provide you a nice handy list, but ultimately, all of them target Tommy's own sense of agency and autonomy, and it all revolves around power and control. Dream creates rituals purely to disarm him, threatens him and punishes him when he doesn't listen, and rewards him when he complies (or rather, conditions Tommy into thinking that not being punished is a reward).

TOMMY: [begins throwing his armor and axe down for DREAM to explode.]

DREAM: No, no, it’s fine.

TOMMY: Re-really?

DREAM: Yeah. Today’s the party, right?

---

TOMMY: So when can I- no, I wanna go back. I… hey, thanks for letting me keep my armour today.

DREAM: You’re welcome.

TOMMY: Kinda nice of you.

[full transcription]

Dream isn’t only hurting Tommy for the sake of hurting him. People tend to frame it as if Dream Just Hates Tommy, but that’s not true. He finds Tommy fun, in a twisted way. There are a lot of moments in exile where they’re both on very good terms and Dream is friendly with Tommy. But, it's also all part of horror of exile, making Tommy reliant on him and his company, getting him to doubt his sense of reality, making him question whether his friends back in L’manburg ever cared about him at all, and possibly questioning whether he’s imagining the abuse as well, Dream is so kind to him after all, why would he ever want to hurt him?

Over the course of exile Tommy agency and sense of self start to deteriorate as well as his mental health, he starts worrying about what Dream would think, starts asking Dream for permission, going out of his way to avoid upsetting him, his only friend, his only reliable caring companion.

TOMMY: Yeah, so I’m thinking we- and then I can- but the thing is; so recently my buddy, Dream, has been doing this thing where he, uhm… it makes sense, though, because I’m not in his land anymore, but he takes my shit from me, so I need to make sure- […]

---

RANBOO: Yeah, so what do you say- does Dream like take your armor? Is that what you said?

TOMMY: I don’t know, he just- hey man, I just follow the boss.

[full transcription]

TOMMY: “Visit Techno” no, no, what would Dream think? […]

---

TOMMY: I’ve had a little idea, by the way, and I wanna know what you think, and also if I’m allowed

DREAM: Okay?

[full transcription]

TOMMY: Yeah, I know he’s actually - he’s sort of my- he’s borderline my owner, Big Q, so I’m not really sure.

MEXICAN DREAM: He’s your dad?

TOMMY: No, no-

MEXICAN DREAM: Ey! Ey, Papa Thomas!

TOMMY: No, no, we’re- as in labor.

MEXICAN DREAM: You gotta teach your child some manners.

[full transcription]

Dream’s outburst in exile after finding Tommy’s chests, is arguably one of Dream's most emotionally honest (and reckless) moments in exile considering it was what made Tommy realize he needed to save himself and escape. And it's punishing Tommy for going behind his back and planning to revolt.

TOMMY: I’m really, no, I’m really sorry, though. Why don’t we just pretend this never- yeah, let’s, shall we just pretend this-?

DREAM: Sorry doesn’t cut it, Tommy. Listen, I’ll leave you here to think about what you did-

TOMMY: What about the nether? What about the nether, my friends, what-?

DREAM: No! You can’t go to the nether, no one can come here, you are alone, okay? As soon as I think that you have changed, have become somebody who isn’t going to hide and lie and try and revolt; then people can visit you again. You can go to the nether again. But for now - no, no one can. You- I was being very lenient. Yesterday I let you go into the Dream SMP on a temporary pass, and then what do I find out the next day?

TOMMY: I’m so sorry.

DREAM: I have been nothing but gracious to you. Tommy. Think about what you did.

---

Exile wasn’t only a means to getting closer to the discs or getting Tommy out of the way. Exile was a means to conditioning Tommy into listening and respecting Dream as his superior. Dreams solution to Tommy being disruptive and troublesome was to [physically beat], emotionally abuse, and psychologically condition him into obedience. Only seeing exile as a testament to how far how willing he was go to meet his ends is reductive, and not acknowledging what Dream considers to be a “problem” and what he considers to be “solutions” is to not engage with his worldview. You have to take exile into account and what it actually says about his ideals of harmony and unity.

---

TOMMY: I can’t go back… I can’t go back, and see my friends and see Tubbo. This is a shithole! He wasn’t- he wasn’t here ‘cause he was my friend. He was here to- what did he say on the first day? Got a little bug that he can’t flig off? I’m the only person who never does exactly what he says?

TOMMY: I’m the only person who never does what he says. Me! He said that to me, didn’t he?

TOMMY: He was here to watch me.

[full transcription]

Dream’s relationship to Tommy can (and honestly should) be compared to his relationship to the entire server at large. Not to imply that He Literally Wants To Abuse The Server, but rather the he views the server revolting as a problem, and the solution? Well. The [prison]. The hall of attachments. It’s no surprise that the disc war, a conflict that was initially only primarily between Dream and Tommy*, is suddenly about everyone. Bargaining and blackmailing using attachments, something Dream initially only subjected Tommy to, to keep him under his control, is now a means to control everyone.

Is Dream's goal of unity for the sake of the overall happiness and quality of life of the people living within said unity? I don’t doubt that this at some point in time was true. But, the fact that he’s willing to ruin lives and long-term psychologically destroy people over it, means that his goal isn’t unity for the sake of the people living in his ideal version of the server, but at their expense. Him believing he needs to control people to maintain unity and harmony means that he believes himself to know what's best for people moreso than the people themselves, and therefore he's the only one responsible enough to make decisions for them. And it also means that his motives has warped and twisted overtime, it’s likely that he’s become so fixated on the goal of unity itself that he’s lost track of why he wanted it in the first place.

Anyway. Stop buying into Dream's own self-justification of "ends justify the means" and put his deeply flawed and broken worldview and view of people under a little bit of goddam scrutiny.

[fuwahiko]

Ok more fluff coming your way because i throw it all on Hajime mans needs a break. Imagine a Non-Despair au where Izuru is a real person and Hajime's twin, they go to Hope's Peak. Izuru in the Main Course and Hajime in the Reserve Course.

Class 77 plan a get-together outside of school because they wanted to...and Chisa said to get together outside of school. Izuru is...not feeling social so he decides to bring Hajime along. He didn't tell anyone he was bringing his brother, but they'll learn when he shows up.

So fast forward to The Hang Out, and all of class 77 are waiting for Izuru. They're not surprised because Izuru is Izuru and he does not like socializing. They're all chatting and laughing at TeruTeru getting his ass chewed out by Mahiru when Izuru comes in and...he's hanging off of someone with short choppy hair and green eyes? Whomst? Izuru doesn't have friends outside of them who beith this man?

"Izuru what the hell, you forgot to tell them about me?!" "...oh, it seems so. Sorry Haji."

So Izuru introduces his brother because he FORGOT to tell his class about Hajime. Everyone's nice to him, even Nagito because he's got a hope boner for Izuru Kamukura aka Ultimate Hope man.

Fuyuhiko goes up and says "hi" because if Peko can try to socialize, so can he. Hajime smiles and says hi back, and that's that. Fuyuhiko goes back to his antisocial wall, and Hajine goes back to being Izuru's emotional support pillar. Literally.

But they're both flushed. Fuyuhiko's eyebrows are furrowed and Hajime's biting his lips. They steal glances at each other when the other isn't looking. Fuyuhiko and Hajime are both thinking, "Oh no cute boy."

And LET THE MUTUAL PINING, TSUNDERE ACTIONS, AND CLASS 77 SHENANIGANS COMMENCE. With wingwoman Peko, insgigator Natsumi on both sides, and Izuru being the overprotective brother that he is.

yessss pining boys!! without having like... the reasons they had in the game to talk to each other, how does one approach a cute boy (tm)? when both you and the cute boy (tm) are so awkward and have such difficulty getting chatting, what do you do?

imagining Peko as a wingwoman is really cute and kinda amusing too because she’s y’know, sort of awkward too and sometimes struggles to keep conversations going and stuff so I imagine there’d probably be some moments where Peko is trying her best to help Fuyuhiko by starting a conversation with Hajime so she can bring Fuyuhiko into it as well but maybe it’s a sort of unusual topic or she doesn’t really give Hajime much to work with so it kinda flops at first and Fuyuhiko’s concerned that it’s not gonna go anywhere, but then Peko ends up saying something that Hajime finds funny (even though there’s a 95% chance that Peko wasn’t intending to be funny) and that allows for the conversation to open up more and become a lot easier.

Hajime and Fuyuhiko end up keeping the conversation going for a few minutes, but they’re both still pretty flustered and they keep getting overwhelmed and distracted (cute boy!! omg!!) so they end up struggling and the conversation dies out again. just then Izuru spots them and comes over again to butt in and latch onto Hajime and Fuyuhiko uses it as an opportunity to head off and escape the awkwardness. Hajime gets irritated with Izuru for scaring Fuyuhiko off but is also honestly a little relieved because he wouldn’t have wanted to make things even more awkward by just letting the silence between them carry on for who knows how long.

the get together ends without them getting the chance to talk any more than that, but even so they both find that they just can’t stop thinking about each other in the days that follow. it’s been several days already but Fuyuhiko still gets distracted in class thinking about how cute Hajime’s big bright smile was and the sound of his laugh, how soft his hair looked, how big his arms were compared to his own. Hajime finds himself sitting on his bed and hugging his pillow to his chest as he thinks about Fuyuhiko’s pretty eyes, his cute freckles, and how surprisingly friendly and sweet he’d been in contrast to his intimidating aura (which Hajime also found very attractive, of course). there’s a lot of covering cheeks with hands, lowering heads to hide soft expressions and a hell of a lot of times where somebody is trying to get Hajime’s or Fuyuhiko’s attention but they might as well be talking to a brick wall because they’re both so distracted by their thoughts that they’re completely lost to the world.

Natsumi notices all of this from both of them and finds it hilarious (and pretty adorable, she has to admit) and even though she does think Hajime is sort of lame she knows her brother is genuinely really into him and... well, he’s not that bad, right? yeah, okay, he’s actually pretty alright... so why not give them both a little shove in the right direction?

problem is, they’re both completely useless.

she makes several attempts at trying to encourage them to do something about all these god damn butterflies and fluffy pink hearts that are practically radiating from them both, but nothing works. she gives up. a few more days pass and... nothing changes. they’re both so god damn annoying. Hajime lets out his 200th dreamy sigh in class (which is a lot less discreet than Hajime thinks it is) and Natsumi almost loses it. she has to do something about this.

the next day she asks Hajime to meet her in a quiet spot just outside of school when classes are over, she tells him she wants to talk about something. Hajime doesn’t really get what the deal is but he figures he’ll just go along with it rather than questioning her and making a fuss.

after school he goes to wait in the spot (Natsumi says she needs to do something else quickly first and tells Hajime to go ahead) but when he gets there... he sees Fuyuhiko is there waiting for him?!

Hajime stops dead in his tracks, freezing up and struggling to even breathe properly, and when Fuyuhiko looks up and realises Hajime is there he tenses up and balls his hands into fists at his sides. they stare at each other for a moment, their cheeks burning up as they process the situation, and then as soon as Fuyuhiko is able to kick his brain into gear again he realises exactly what is going on. he scrunches his face up, still bright red, though Hajime doesn’t notice yet. “god damn it, Natsumi!” his voice is loud, making Hajime jump a little, but it’s also sort of shaky.

“oh uh- I was supposed to meet her here- I-”

Fuyuhiko sighs. “yeah, me too. she did this on purpose. she was trying to get both of us here because she knows that-” he cut himself off, suddenly realising what he was about to say. out loud. to Hajime.

“huh? knows that what?” Hajime couldn’t figure out what Natsumi could possibly want from this that Fuyuhiko would know of. the only reason he could imagine was because she knew about his crush on Fuyuhiko and probably wanted to play some kind of prank, but that couldn’t be it because how would Fuyuhiko know why she’d called him there?

it was then that Hajime noticed that Fuyuhiko was turning away and avoiding eye contact. wait... is he blushing? what would cause him to blush in a situation like this? hang on a second...

slowly Hajime started to piece the situation together... but he must be imagining things, right? there has to be some other explanation. but he couldn’t help but cling onto that little thought, that maybe Fuyuhiko was also interested, even if it was silly to ever think that that could be the case. he wanted to test his theory out without giving himself away, and in the moment the best he could manage was some awkward joke. of course.

“hey... isn’t this kinda like when two characters in a romance anime meet up outside of school to confess or something?”

Fuyuhiko has a small coughing fit. he recovers after a moment and adjusts his tie, finally looking back at Hajime again. “huh?!”

Hajime panics and nervously searches for somewhere else to look so he doesn’t have to meet Fuyuhiko’s intense eyes. “n-nothing! I was just joking around! I uh- I thought it’d uh-” he feels like his cheeks are about to catch fire. he wants to run away but his legs won’t move an inch.

Fuyuhiko lets out a breathy laugh. “you’re so weird.”

Hajime looks up again and is surprised to see Fuyuhiko’s expression is much softer than expected, and though he keeps glancing up at Hajime he’s also struggling and looking around awkwardly as well. suddenly Hajime catches a look in Fuyuhiko’s eyes and they find themselves staring at each other for a moment. Hajime sees that he really wasn’t imagining it; Fuyuhiko’s face is very red right now. he realises that Fuyuhiko has noticed that his face is also red. he must have done. there’s no way he could possibly miss it. oh god.

there’s a long pause.

Fuyuhiko swallows and takes a moment to clear his throat.

“well anyway, since we’re here, do you want to... hang out sometime?”

Hajime’s eyes widen in surprise. he isn’t even able to process the question before Fuyuhiko continues speaking.

“I just mean because you’re my sister’s classmate n’ all I figure we should try to get along and-”

“y-yeah, sure. uh, I’d like that actually.” Hajime doesn’t realise he’s cut Fuyuhiko off until he’s already spoken.

there’s another pause, and then maybe a couple more minutes of them arranging a time and place to meet up in a few days while trying not to lose it and just turn to a big pile of mush out of embarrassment, and then they awkwardly part ways.

as Hajime turns to leave he thinks he hears something rustling in a bush nearby but figures it must be his imagination so he just ignores it and continues on his way.

Natsumi heads back home, a couple of small leaves stuck in her hair, giggling to herself. today would go down as one of the greatest successes of the ultimate little sister.

[digimonloving]

May I ask for a Mummymon with a shy/timid tamer? He's been on my mind all day and I'd like to see what you can come up with

Mummymon with a shy/timid Tamer

Mummymon is a bit of a goofball compared to how he looks! While he looks like he'd be serious and dangerous and probably hate someone who was shy, he's rather optimistic and cheerful. When he notices how timid his Tamer is, he makes it his mission to make them smile and maybe be a bit less shy in some way

Their very first meeting he did everything he could to put a smile on his Tamer's face and make them feel comfortable with him by their side. He didn't mind if they were quiet, as he would go on and on talking to them and trying to ask questions to see if they'll open up to him at the very least! Even if they don't, he stays optimistic that they'll get along eventually.

Because of how quiet they are, he finds himself getting rather protective over them in a way. He always makes sure others know how shy they are, and to not push them too much and to be gentle with them... or else they'll have to deal with him and his dear gun, Obelisk.

He hates pushing his Tamer to interact with others, even though he's a fairly outgoing individual in some sense of the word. He gently reassures them that he's by their side, so they'll be alright and he can start a conversation first with others if they want to try to join in on something.

Mummymon really tries to help them make more friends and to reach out more! So long as his Tamer seemed alright with it at first. He'll totally understand if they jsut want him as their friend, but he just feels it may liven them up a bit more and help them to interact with more Digimon! But he tries to be gentle with it... but he wants to help them out... it's a real back and forth he has with himself about how to go about it and try to avoid making his Tamer uncomfortable in a social situation

Hell, he makes himself the goofball most the time so that his Tamer can be at ease about looking silly if that's what they're more concerned about. A lot of Digimon are really friendly, and he tries to show that off with how he goes about it all. They'll understand his Tamer's timid nature and they'll also be down to try and interact and try to not overwhelm them if Mummymon asks (and, no, he doesn't threaten them to do such... he might for some, but others do it on their own volition)

[xxisxxisxxis]

Gateway Drug | Part Thirty-Eight

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My bare feet hook underneath his thighs the second I realize he's about to  finish and he gives a crooked smirk up at me, his breathing beginning to shallow.

Nikki holds my hips still, groaning out as his cum coats the inside of me, causing me to let out a hazey moan, my mind cloudy from our rather lengthy round.

Once he's finished, I'm getting off of him and falling beside him, catching my breath as we recover is silence fore several minutes.

"Are you on birth control or something?" He asks me out of nowhere and I tense up, looking at him.

"Why're you asking?"

"I've been thinking about it since Vince and Sharise had Skylar, for some reason. I mean, I haven't used a rubber since we started dating and most of the time I don't pull out, and we've only had one pregnancy scare in the past, what, like, four years?"

"You've managed to keep track of how long we've been together?" I ask him, pretending to be shocked and he gently hits my arm with the back of his hand, and I chuckle, rolling over to face him, my lips pressing to his bicep for a moment.

I think I'm in the clear, dodging his question, but I'm not.

"I'm being serious, Viv, are you on something or...?" He asks and I lick my lips.

"Maybe my antidepressant affects fertility, I don't know." I shrug, lying through my teeth. "Drugs can cause issues on your end, too, so maybe that's another reason."

"Oh." He replies.

I avoid looking at him, sitting up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed before reaching down to grab his shirt by my feet.

You know those lies, that start simple and small, and then snowball more and more over time and explode in flames from hell that melt the snow and turn it into scalding hot water that leaves third-degree burns on the person that's being lied to? Yeah, we both had lots of those, and that was one of mine.

I

take a shower and brush my teeth, excited for my plans tonight, and as I start putting makeup up on, Nikki's getting in the shower.

"Are you and Robin going out tonight?" I ask him.

"Uh, yeah. Sparkie's coming, too." He replies and I roll my eyes.

I know they'll go out to a club and hide in the bathroom, shooting up and snorting blow a  majority of the time, only leaving to get some drinks.

"My doctor was really curious as to why I needed a refill so soon being that he gave me a month supply a week before Sparkie traded it." I comment to remind him Sparkie's a piece of shit.

"Sparkie learned his lesson, baby." He tells me in a half-chuckle and I raise my brows at myself in the mirror and turn the sink on.

"Jesus fuck, Viv!" He screams, being bombarded with ice cold water for a moment.

"Awe, I'm sorry, maybe Sparkie can sympathize with you." I reply smartly.

He's getting out of the shower, covered in suds, glaring at me, and I take off running with him chasing close behind.

"Spoiled brat!" He calls at me, the both of us naked as jaybirds.

"Trader bastard!" I say back, right before he catches me, pulling me against his wet, soapy body, his hands not skipping a moment to start tickling me.

I squeal, the both of us falling to the floor, my feet and legs kicking out of instinct.

"Don't you do it." He threatens. "Remember what happened last time."

"Not my fault you're a pussy." I reply, immediately regretting it when he starts tickling me again, this time, getting on top of me to pin me down.

He doesn't let up until I'm laughing so hard I'm in tears, and he's tired of struggling with me.

We look at each other for a minute, before he grins and kisses me.

"I gotta finish getting ready." He tells me, getting off of me and helping me up.

"Yeah, I do, too."

I decided a nice trip to Malibu would be a great thing for GN'R. I mean, go to Tansy's house there, have her invite over some of her single girl friends to mingle with the guys, stay over night so they don't have to worry about whether or not they'd be able to crash at their stripper friends' apartment and sleep on the floor that night, have a nice breakfast together the next morning, and just give Axl and Izzy time to really get to know Tansy, because they haven't hung out with her very much, while Slash, Duff and Steven see her almost more than I do.

I glance around the living room of Tansy's Malibu beach house, seeing beach bunnies all around with perfectly tanned skin, bombshell hair and perfect smiles, then look at Steven and Slash, who seem to be having a pretty good time.

They both look like they're in heaven, girls on either side of them, obviously fans of their work on the Sunset Strip back in L.A.

Izzy took a girl up to the guest bedroom long ago, while Axl's just nursing a bottle of Jack, with a beautiful brunette chattering his ear off while he's pretending not to care about what Tansy's doing as she talks to one of her girl friends across the room.

I do a mental head count, and notice my 6'4 blonde is nowhere to be seen.

Maybe he found a girl or two of his own and followed in Izzy's footsteps, taking over a spare room?

I brush it off, deciding it's none of my business and step to the kitchen to grab a Pepsi out of the fridge. 

When I pass by the doors that lead to the balcony over looking the ocean, though, I see the outline of someone sitting in the lounge chair. 

Recognizing the slender frame, I grab my soda and head outside, Duff looking over his shoulder to see who I am, before smiling at me innocently, bottle of Vodka by his foot and pack of Marlboros on one knee as a sketch pad and pen are being supported by his other.

"Hi." I say as he scoots over to make room for me. "Mr. Social Butterfly." I add, sarcastically.

"Hey." He replies, moving his Vodka over so I won't knock it down with my foot.

"I figured you be eating that up." I motion to the door, referring to the gorgeous girls inside and he chuckles a little.

"I don't know, I haven't really been feeling chicks lately." He tells me and I furrow my brows a little.

"Well, I'm sure she has some boy friends, too, if you're feeling something different." I inform him, knowing what he meant, but he laughs and shakes his head.

"Not like that, Viv." He tells me and I pull my red hair behind my shoulders to get it out of my face, before taking a sip of my drink. "I've been, uh, working on something new, kinda. The lyrics have been going off left and right in my head, I just thought I'd better get somewhere quiet and write them down before I lose them." He explains, holding up his notepad.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I feel like I've intruded, or messed up his groove, about to leave him alone to finish but he puts his hand on my knee to stop me from standing up.

"No, no, it's fine." He insists, taking his hand off of me, not thinking anything of it, despite me feeling warmth radiate from where he touched me.

I ignore it.

"I've already gotten everything I had in mind, so far." He explains. "Just a verse and chorus."

"What's the name of it?" I ask, and he scratches the back of his neck.

"I don't know if I need to tell you. I'm superstitious about this stuff, Viv." He tells me, even though he's completely full of shit.

He just wants to aggravate me.

"It's just the title, Duff. You let me hear you say 'turn around, bitch, I gotta use for you' and this can't be worse than that." I point out and he chuckles, licking his lips before looking at me.

His hand covers the lyrics, exposing the title line of the page.

"Paradise City" is scribbled in his writing and I smile when he moves his hand and let's me read  the chorus, and verse that he's gotten so far, a giant smile pulling at my lips.

"Who the hell inspired this?" I ask him, raising my brows.

"Nobody particular." He shrugs. "You like it?"

"I already love it." I tell him.

Not to compare two completely different bands who earned their names all on their own, but there are a few song parallels between Guns N' Rose's Appetite for Destruction, and Mötley Crüe's Girls, Girls, Girls albums.

Guns' Welcome to the Jungle was like Mötley's Wild Side. Paradise City was like Girls, Girls, Girls. Mr. Brownstone was like Dancing on Glass. But my favorite parallel has to be Sweet Child O Mine and You're All I Need.

I remember Nikki had given me a tape of You're All I Need after we got into a massive argument because he thought I was spending too much time with Duff. But he had practically accused me of having feelings for Duff, and even acting on them (which was pretty hypocritical being that he'd been screwing Vanity since 1986 at that point.)

A few weeks later, Nikki convinced me to come down to the studio so he could personally give me a copy of a song he had written me, and me--being excited--decided I wanted the guys to hear it, too.

I went to the Franklin Plaza where Steven, Duff, Slash, Izzy and Axl were hanging out, discussing a meeting they'd had with their label.

When I told them Nikki wrote a love song about me (thinking it was his way of trying to patch up our marriage and say to the world "I love this woman") the guys had to hear it, not believing me.

The ballad started beautifully, tears coming to my eyes, but my warmed heart quickly began boiling in my chest by the time the second chorus ended.

"I don't think this is a love song." Izzy stated, while shaking his head a little.

"Yeah, uh...he's talking about killing you." Axl had told me, everyone seemed slightly disturbed.

"Your girlfriends get Sweet Child O Mine and what does the dedicated wife that has done nothing but love this sick bastard get?! A song dedicated to his deep desire to murder me!"

"Dude, hasn't he actually tried to kill you before?" Steven asked.

Which made the song even more ironic, along with the last line of the chorus, "and I loved you but you didn't love me" which in itself was slap in the fucking face.

I didn't hear the full song at that time because Duff had took it out of the player and stomped it under his cowboy boot.

That pretty much set the tone for the months to come.

"You're also incredibly biased." He replies in the same tone and I nudge him with my elbow.

"You don't know how many songs I have actually had to tear out of Nikki's hand and hide them from him because they were so bad I just could not allow them to be recorded." I tell him.

"Oh, please." He brushes me off.

"Have you heard 'Theater of Pain'?" I ask him with raised brows.

"Yeah."

"Home Sweet Home and Smokin' in the Boy's Room were the only really good ones. And Smokin' in the Boy's Room was a cover. The other songs were songs I didn't know were written, or I would have hid them from him, too." I state and he tries not to laugh, but fails, making himself snort, which kickstarts my laughter. 

Once we settle down, he clears his throat, and gets a kind of serious expression on his face.

"I really wish he wasn't on that shit, Viv." He tells me and I don't even have to ask who he's talking about. "I mean, I'm not judging him or whatever because Izzy and Slash are in on that stuff, too, but...I just hate to see he's on it, because it's kinda hard to manage it once you hit a certain point, ya know?" He asks and I nod a little. "I think he's a pretty cool guy...so it sucks to see him act like that."

"It's not that bad, right now." I tell him, completely in denial. "He's still Nikki, he just does stuff he's not suppose to. That's nothing new to me."

"I'm just a little worried, is all." He admits.

"There's no need to be." I reassure him. "He's got a handle on things."

Dear God did I eat those words a week later in Dallas, Texas.

It's like watching a fucking car accident. 

Except instead of a car, it's my husband, and instead of a car accident, it's him losing his ever loving mind, crouched on the hotel room desk, as he babbles on, making absolutely no sense as he shouts at his parents who aren't even present.

I just came back from the pool, got a shower, and came in to him doing this.

"Nikki!" I try to get him out of whatever drug-induced show he's on.

"I'm not me! I'm not Nikki! I'm someone else!" He insists, hands yanking at his hair, his eyes completely taken over by an entirely different beast. 

I panic, immediately calling Fred.

"The fuck is wrong?!" He asks when I open the door, hearing Nikki's screaming and carrying on and I try to keep the absolute fear that's locking up my system from showing.

"I-I don't know. I got in from the pool and he was kinda jittery but I thought he'd done some blow, but then he started screaming when I was in the shower and now he's--"

Fred gets tired of hearing Nikki's meaningless shrieks at people who aren't in the room with us, and snatches him off the desk.

Nikki hits the floor, and a switch is flipped, sending him into strong convulsions, opting thick, white foam to pour from his mouth.

"Fuck, Sixx!" Fred lets out, turning him on his side. "Get me a roll of toilet-paper." He barks at me and I do as I'm told, saying a very colorful, silent prayer in my head. 

He tries to get Nikki to bite down on it to keep him from biting his tongue, but Nikki can't do it. screaming instead.

When I think I can't take the confused, scared, out-of-character shrill, it's like God himself knocks Nikki out, leaving Fred and I in complete silence, riddled with what just happened.

Fred checks his pulse and sighs in relief, looking at me.

"Viv, are you alright?" He asks me, taking deep breaths.

"Y-yeah." I say, nodding, even though I know it's written all over my face that I can't be further from "alright."

"Vivian--"

"I just need a second." I tell him, standing up to go to the bathroom, disguising oncoming tears in a strong, steady voice that's physically uncomfortable to push past the lump in my throat.

I lock myself inside the bathroom and turn the water back on, gripping the counter before I find myself in the floor, quiet sobs rocking through me.

I just want my Nikki back...not this tainted demon nesting himself in Nikki's skin, festering his bullshit in Nikki's mind.

By the time I'm worn down from crying, and tired from lying on the bathroom floor, I pull myself up and open the bathroom door, stepping into the room.

I guess Fred put Nikki in the bed before he left, because Nikki's still passed out, just tucked in the covers. 

I get pajamas on, scared to even touch him because I don't want him to start seizing again.

Cautiously getting closer to him, nestling my forehead against his arm, I thank God for the feeling of his pulse under my finger tips in the crook of his arm, and find myself passing out with utter exhaustion.

The next morning, Nikki's really quiet.

I'm not sure if he remembers what happened last night, but I'm not asking him. 

After finding a needle and evidence of an 8-ball of coke, he can lick my twat if he thinks I'm talking to him anytime soon. 

The video shoot for Home Sweet Home is happening today, and a limo picks Nikki and I up at the hotel, driving us to the venue, neither of us acknowledging the other. 

Once we get there, someone's dressing Nikki like a damn toddler, because he's too fucked from last night to dress himself in his done up stage costume.

Nikki was so, so, so, obviously, utterly fucked up when they filmed the music video for Home Sweet Home. 

The entire time, he was chugging Jack to try to calm himself down from a high he later described felt like, "being on acid and speed at the same time" and with the way he was acting like he couldn't see a damn thing, I believe it. 

He kept sunglasses on a majority of the time so people couldn't see how his eye were practically doing cartwheels. 

"Viv, we're about to start, where's Nikki?" His bass tech asks me and I glance around, furrowing my brows a little.

"I haven't seen in him about an hour. He went over there by the stage...at least I think he did." I tell him, stepping over to the last place I saw him. "He was here and..." I trail off, hearing Nikki having a full blown conversation, his voice coming from underneath the stage.

The two of us sit and listen for a moment, realizing Nikki's just talking, taking long pauses, then answering a question that was never asked by anybody, not even himself.

"Who is he talking to?" His tech asks me under his breath so Nikki won't hear.

I roll my jaw, getting fed up.

"Probably the fucking demon he sees and befriends every time he gets high." I state, fully believing that at this point, there is indeed a demon following him around, breathing down his neck, stripping him of his control and cheering him on with each grain of coke, bottle of Jack, cc of heroin and prescription-grade pill.

"Nikki," His tech starts. "Who're you talking to?"

"I'm talking. Leave me alone." Nikki argues.

"Nikki." I state, looking at him. 

It's the first time he's heard my voice all day.

"There's nobody there, baby. C'mon." I motion my hand for him to get out from under the stage.

"Leave me alone!" He snaps at me, nearly hissing.

"Dude, calm down, you're freaking out." His tech tells him. 

"Nikki, get your ass out from under there or so help me God, I will come in and drag you out by your dick." I promise him. 

He puffs up like a pissed off rooster and stomps out, passing by us, grumbling under his breath.

Do you wanna know what was really fucked up about that time? Vince couldn't have a beer without someone losing their mind. He was supposed to be sober. Nikki would bust Vince's balls if he even saw him looking at a bottle...but then Nikki would load anything and everything into his body, simultaneously.

Vince quickly became the odd man out, and had been ever since that night with Razzle. There was this vibe, this tension, that Vince was only kept in the band at that time, because they were getting hotter and hotter, and each member was the ticket to reach their full potential as a band. Each member was important.

Without Tommy, there was no band. Without Mick, there was no band. Without Nikki, there was no band.

And without Vince, there was no band...that was the one that really didn't sit too well with Sikki.

[vampire-the-askerade]

Beckett x reader

[I kinda mixed your two asks into one. I hope you don't mind.]

It had been a few years since you became Beckett's assistant. You knew enough basic history that you could be of use to him, and he didn't blame you in the least for wanting to get away from all that craziness in California. Not that it was much better everywhere else, but it seemed to be extra concentrated there. He had to admit it was rather nice to have you around. Usually, Beckett didn't care for company, and even the few people that he would consider to be friends couldn't even really handle his almost overbearing personality firsthand for more then a few months at a time.

At the present the two of you were in Italy; more specifically Venice. Beckett had gotten a lead on some old texts that were from the starts of the Giovanni clan as kindred. The only thing that he had left to do before he could start exploring the city was to get the okay from the Prince of the city. It was nothing that Beckett hadn't dealt with before. Some young, power hungry upstart that thought he was the best thing that happened to kindredom. Thankfully, the meeting was finally ending and Beckett got the permission that he needed. Perhaps as a way to show off, the prince insisted on walking the historian to the door himself.

If Beckett were honest with himself, he was a tad bit jealous of some of these young ones. They were all picture perfect, model-like, almost porcelain looking, and embraced in the absolute prime of their lives and so would be that way for the foreseeable future; unlike him. Sure, he wasn't an old man when he was embraced, but compared to a majority of other kindred it sometimes felt like it. He didn't let it bother him most of time, but every once in a while it would creep into the back of his mind.

When the prince and Beckett got to the small, yet elegant waiting room that you were in, the prince almost immediately gravitated over to you. "And, who is it that we have here?" His voice was so smooth it could almost be described as silky; the slight tenor tone to it made the delivery resemble a song bird. You went to introduce yourself, but were cut off by Beckett. "This my assistant. The one I told you of earlier." His voice rather curt and teetering on rude. This caught both the prince and yourself off guard, but after a very slight moment he brushed off the gangrel's tone. He had always heard that Beckett could have a slight problem with conversation as he spent the majority of his time alone, so this must be one of those cases.

The young Ventrue turned his attention back to you. "I had no idea your assistant would be so stunning! It is quite the pleasure to meet you." He crooned before placing a kiss on your hand. Beckett didn't say anything else, but you could almost feel the bad energy coming from where he was standing. "If you would like, I could show you around the city. I think I don't have much more on my schedule for awhile." the price offered. "Thank you, but I'm sure you're very busy, I wouldn't want to-" "Please, do not worry! It would absolutely be my pleasure." He insisted.

"Perhaps, I should rephrase for the both of us. We are very busy. Thank you for your time, sir." Beckett hissed as he practically pushed you out the door. The walk home was mostly quiet because you could tell Beckett was in a foul mood. Eventually, you decided break the silence. "Did you not get permission to look around?" "Hm? Oh, no. I did." He was short with his answer, so you didn't press it. After another few moments you decided to try to joke about it to try to lighten the mood. "That prince was pushy, huh? Bet you he thinks that he can just talk to outsiders with his fancy Italian, and they'll do whatever he wants." You heard a indignant huff from him, as he grumbled, "I can also speak Italian..."

The two of you made it into the hotel room that you were sharing(since you both didn't really sleep and just needed it to get out of the sun during the day there wasn't anything really awkward about it, and it saved on costs) and you sat on the small love seat toward the corner of the room. Beckett had actually managed to get a rather nice room, his career actually being a lot more prosperous then his older, worn cloths would lead one to believe. After a few moments Beckett flopped down on the piece of furniture, and practically on top of you with how small it was. You thought the size of the chair was the reason, anyway; then you felt an arm go around your shoulders.

"Beckett, are you feeling alright?" You questioned the man that was basically two steps away from lying on top of you. "You know that we can't get sick." He answered flatly. "Alright, smart ass. You known what I meant." This caused Beckett to chuckle. "My head does hurt a bit." He sat up and looked at you with a sly smile and continued, "If you're in such a motherly mood, perhaps you could kiss it better?" You raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, I'm sure you would like that." You both laughed it off and went back to what you were doing.

You sat there doing this and that on your phone and while he was reading a book of some kind. You're hand had a will of its own and found its way into Beckett's almost impossibly thick hair without you realizing it. Beckett, however, noticed immediately. He looked over from his book and toward you. He loved the feeling of it, and it almost instantly put him at ease if he was being honest. What he didn't like was the fact that you didn't even know you were doing anything; he could tell by the look on your face that you were clueless to your own actions. He eventually decided not to say anything, and you continued to absentmindedly toy with his hair until your finger caught on a snag, causing him to hiss slightly. You immediately removed your hand when you heard him and realized what you were doing; clearing your throat and choosing to pretend nothing just transpired.

After a few more minutes, you stood and walked over to grab your jacket. This made Beckett perk up and watch you as you headed to the door. "And, where are you going?" You stopped at his question and turned back toward him. "Well, I thought that I'd walk around a bit. See what there is to do, and maybe get a feel for what kindred are up to around here." "You can't!" Beckett almost yelled, and you jumped a little bit from his sudden outburst. He cleared his throat and un-tensed, but just by a margin.

"Why not?" You questioned slowly, still unsure about what was going on with him right now. "Because, it's too close to dawn." He tried to warn you, but you knew better. "Beckett, it's only 2:30." It was obvious he knew he was wrong, and tried to think of another reason quickly. "It could be dangerous." You disproved his reason again. "In an area swarming with kine?" He tried one more time, trying to think of anything at this point. "There might be...werewolves."

"Werewolves?"

"Yes... werewolves."

You let out a exasperated sigh. "You think I'm going to meet up with the prince, don't you?" Beckett didn't respond verbally, but the sour look on his face let you know that you were correct. "How would I even contact him, Beckett? You pushed me out the door two seconds after I met the guy. I don't think he even knows my name." You tried to point out. Beckett just grumbled something that you didn't hear and sat back down on the love seat. "Would you like me to stay in for the night?" You asked as you took your jacket back off. "No. Go do whatever you want." He grumbled. "Okay, I'll stay in then." "I told you to go!" Beckett growled as you say back down next to him. "Nope, I'm staying in because you're jealous."

At this Beckett looked almost offended. "I am not jealous!" He huffed. "Right, because I'm just an assistant." You chuckled and stood back up. Suddenly, you were pulled back down so you were on top of Beckett. "No, you are not just an assistant. You're my assistant!" He gripped the back of your head and slammed your lips into his. You were surprised and didn't know what to do at first, and he was about to stop you when you started to kiss him back with as much fervor as he had. Beckett practically purred and wrapped his other arm around your waist.

Sharp nails threatened to dig into your skin as your hands found their way into his thick, raven locks. You could feel his body practically melt underneath you when they did, and you decided to test your luck, and gave a handful of his hair a tug. He gave a small groan, so you tried it again, getting the same result. You pulled a bit harder and he growled. Beckett grabbed a section of your hair and gave it a firm yank, making you gasp and break the kiss. "Turnabout is fair play." He mused and you could practically feel the hubris radiating off of him.

Beckett sat up with you still in his lap. "That was...unexpected." you laughed, and Beckett joined you before teasing, "Was it though?" You had to agree with him. The two of you had been flirting with each other almost nonstop for the better part of a year now. You ran your hands up and down the nape of his neck and he gave a contented hum.

"Someone seems happy." You teased as you ran your nails across the back of his neck, and he leaned into it so much you thought he might topple over. "I usually am when I get my hands on difficultly procured rarities." He almost sighed his words as your hands moved their onslaught to his upper back. Beckett's hands ghosted up and down your sides, and he leaned forward to give you another kiss; this one much shorter then the last.

"Perhaps, we can put my archeological and anthropological skills to use?" Beckett smirked at his own suggestion, but you didn't quite know where he was going with it. He went to explain, never losing an ounce of his smug allure. "In the way of anthropology, I want to learn all of the intricacies and preferences of a very specific person in recent history. Any guesses on who that might be?" His hand found you hair again, and gave it another pull. You knew he was trying(and succeeding) to gain the upper hand. But, you were at least going to tease him a little by feigning innocence of what he was hinting at.

"Is it Winston Churchill?" You asked with fake curiosity in your voice. This caused him to chuckle and mutter, "Very cheeky." as he pecked you on the lips before continuing. "As far as my archeology experience is concerned, you could say I have a sudden urge for you to assist me with, shall we say, some cave exploration. Deep, deep, cave exploration."

[punkscowardschampions]

Chloé & Buster

Chloé: Are you back yet??? Buster: Yeah. Why? Chloé: Yay! Chloé: We should chill Buster: I could hit up everyone for a group hang maybe Buster: Do you have an empty? Chloé: Oh, no Chloé: My parents are always around 🙄 Chloé: Was hoping you did Buster: Unlucky, like Buster: Someone will Chloé: 'Course Chloé: We can make that work Buster: Ask your girls, I'll hit up the lads Chloé: You know Chloé: we can skip this part now, right? Buster: What are you on about, Chlo? Chloé: You're so sweet playing dumb Chloé: but it so isn't necessary, fyi Buster: I ain't, I just don't know what you think you want to happen here when you know I don't do repeats Chloé: You of all people know there are exceptions to rules Chloé: especially ones that are made to be broken Buster: I ain't breaking none of my rules for you, babe Chloé: Playing hard to get now? Really treating me to every trick in the book 😏 Chloé: We'll see Buster: No we won't Buster: I don't wanna see you Chloé: Rude! Chloé: Why are you being so boring? Buster: Sorry you only like me when I'm para, yeah? Buster: Sure one of the other lads will have fun with you Chloé: Don't be silly Chloé: I like you all the time Chloé: You just need to relax Chloé: Family drove you mad, yeah? Buster: Maybe I do, but not with you Buster: 'Cause yeah, they do, but there's one less of them to worry about now that my sister ain't speaking to me Buster: Cheers for that Chloé: What are you talking about? Chloé: I didn't do anything to her 😂 Buster: We can skip the bullshit too, Chlo Chloé: Can we? Chloé: Honestly, so not here for this, babe Buster: Go then Chloé: Why are you being like this Chloé: all I wanna do is have a good time with you Buster: How do you want me to be? I told you no but you're still trying it Buster: I'm not gonna fuck you. I don't wanna Buster: Let's be real, babe, you're not my type Chloé: Was the other night Buster: Nah Buster: If I'd been into it, you'd know Buster: And you wouldn't have to be in my inbox begging at me either Chloé: Sure, babes Chloé: I know how I remember that night, which is more than you can say Chloé: Your loss if you wanna misremember Buster: Exactly. I don't remember Buster: Ask yourself, with how long we've known each other, it happened that night and only then if I'm so into you Buster: Why wouldn't I have hit you up sooner, like? Buster: You reckon you're so worth the wait, is that it? Chloé: It happened then 'cos I wanted it to Chloé: You think YOU'RE that special? Chloé: Please, darling Buster: Honestly, babe Buster: I am Buster: You know that if I'd wanted it to happen then Buster: Ask your friends, they'll tell you Chloé: 😂 Oh God Chloé: you are funny Buster: Scared to compare notes? I don't blame you Chloé: As if we don't talk amongst ourselves Chloé: what do you think girls do Buster: Well, you might wanna skip that little gossip sesh if you wanna keep misremembering that night yourself Chloé: Ugh, bye Chloé: You're such a bore, call me when you remember how to have a laugh, yeah? Buster: And yet I'm the one you hit up Buster: Doesn't say much for the rest of the lads, does it? Buster: Go on, jog my memory, how much of a laugh did we really have, Chlo? Chloé: You're so confident you're the first? Chloé: Interesting Chloé: You're free to come find out yourself any time Buster: I wanna hear it from you Buster: Find out how deluded you actually are Chloé: Piss off 😂 Chloé: Act so cocky when you just want a review Chloé: Babes, you can have so much more, get a clue Buster: What if I want you to get real Buster: Can you do that? Chloé: What? Chloé: God, so serious Buster: You fucked things up for me, yeah Buster: Do you get that? Chloé: 🙄 Here we go Chloé: Don't blame your imaginary problems on me Chloé: She's sensitive, she'll get over it Buster: Whatever, Chlo Buster: Enough now Chloé: See you at School then Chloé: 👋 Buster: Christ, I hope not Chloé: 😂 Unfortunate Chloé: Get over yourself, McKenna Buster: Get under someone else Buster: Seriously Buster: I'd rather fuck that new girl in your little group with the accent Buster: And that's saying something Chloé: Why don't you then? Chloé: We talk remember Chloé: I know you haven't got with any of them since me Chloé: but keep talking that talk Buster: You lot need to stretch your gossip grapevine if you're trying to keep tabs on me Chloé: I know everyone there is to know, babes Buster: 😂 Buster: You wish, babe Chloé: Who then? Buster: Why the fuck would or should I tell you? Chloé: So secretive Chloé: Always bragging before Chloé: 😂 Chloé: Don't lie babes, that's so tragic Buster: Don't flatter yourself that I am or am gonna confide anything in you Buster: That's worse Chloé: None of your friends know either so Chloé: Unfooled Buster: What 'cause I don't want them to pass her around like they do you Chloé: So it's one girl, is it? Chloé: Scandal! Chloé: Thought you didn't do repeats? Buster: I said I wasn't gonna break my rules for you, babe not that I've never Chloé: Very interesting Buster: I don't know why you're so bothered, Chlo Buster: It makes no difference to me and you and how there isn't a me and you Chloé: Because it's fun, duh! Chloé: I sincerely hope you're not making up a fake girlfriend Chloé: even weirder and sadder than fake conquests, you ALL do that, like Buster: One thing I don't have to dash your hopes about 'cause I ain't Buster: Nobody fake dates, get off Netflix, like Chloé: I will get to the bottom of this Buster: I'm sure you reckon Buster: Focus on passing Latin like, well useful that is Chloé: Oh God, when I thought you couldn't get any worse Chloé: sounding like sir 😴 Buster: If it'll turn you off, I'll keep on channeling him Chloé: 😷 Chloé: Nothing that works on your sister works on me, that's for sure Buster: Shame. If you could go gay that'd really help me out Buster: Kill this convo off for a start Chloé: Don't be disgusting Buster: Don't a homophobe. What year do you reckon it is, like Chloé: 😂 Oh, you're ally of the year now, are you? Chloé: As if you supported her anymore than the rest of us Chloé: Isn't my embarrassment of a sister Buster: Watch yourself Buster: 'Cause that's MY fucking sister you're chatting about Buster: Yeah she is an an embarrassment, but not 'cause she's a lesbian Chloé: Whatever, still was and is Chloé: You didn't want her around either Buster: You have no clue what I want Buster: Haven't ever Chloé: Kid yourself that Chloé: She didn't fit in and you did, end of Chloé: Whatever's wrong with her Buster: Shut up Buster: There's nothing wrong with her Buster: Thank fuck, honestly, that she ain't nothing like you Chloé: 😂 Chloé: Why are you so embarrassed of her then? Buster: 'Cause she's my sister Buster: Can tell you're an only child Chloé: Nah Chloé: You know everyone actually knows where you're from, yeah? Chloé: Like, you're so NOT special and everyone's getting sick of you compensating for it tbh Buster: Fuck off Buster: My parents are richer than yours Buster: Deal with it, babe Chloé: Can't buy class Chloé: or a decent lineage Chloé: I thought you got it but you're as bad as your sister, honestly Chloé: It's really starting to show, like, sort it out babes Buster: Obviously, 'cause your parents ain't bought you any Buster: You should let them know they can buy anything with enough cash, even babies, they don't need to be stuck with you Buster: Still can get that decent heir if they want Chloé: Touched a nerve? Chloé: Diddums Buster: Desperate as you are to touch me, nah Chloé: 😂 Some next level projection there Buster: Whatever you say, babe Chloé: 😘 Buster: 🖕