#you'll get to the point you can drop off that part altogether

[punkstylerecovery]

“It could’ve been worse.” It could’ve been BETTER. It could’e been EASIER. It could’ve been lovely. It could’ve been beautiful, it could’ve been fun. It could have been simple, it could’ve made you HAPPY. 

You can drown in two feet of water just as simply as you can in an ocean. Stop downplaying what happened and neglecting your feelings. Kill that idea with fire. Or at least acknowledge that what happened was bad without immediately trying to justify or dismiss it.

[ceramiccoatingss]

Wax VS Ceramic Coatings: The Ultimate Showdown for Your Car's Shine and Protection

Long gone are those days when people used to wax their cars. Things have improved and people these days are opting for coating solutions such as ceramic coatings. However, while some people opt for stronger and better solutions, some still stick with the traditional wax methods.

Planning to give your car more shine and protection? Looking for an effective solution? Well, it is simple for anyone to get confused between ceramic car coating services and wax coatings. But to help you make the right choice, here are the differences between the two. 

1.   Longevity

A good wax lasts for four to six weeks or rarely two months. Once it wears off, you'll need to stripe the wax down, clean thoroughly and then rewax. Recreating this every two to four months can feel like a daunting task.

But with ceramic coatings, they last for years and more and DIY can last for six months. And if done by a professional, it can last a lifetime. Therefore, you'll be saved both in terms of time and money.

2.  Durability

Talking about wax, they make cars shine along with providing protection. But their protections are limited as they protect against flying stones, UV rays, and more. Therefore, this means sunlight may easily wear your vehicle's paint.

As durability is important to protect your vehicle, you should opt for ceramic coatings. For instance, with ceramic coatings, there are high chance that a stone will glance off and won't cut through. In case it does, it won't get through the paint underneath.

3.  Damages

Because wax is soft, it makes it easy for debris to stick. This includes salt, pollen or anything. Also, they tend to become dirty within a week of being waxed. Therefore, wasting your car would be great if needed for a day or two.

Ceramic coatings, on the other hand, make it hard for debris to stick to your car. Also when washing, the water can quickly run off on the surface, thanks to its hydrophobic properties which makes it slippery.

4.  Maintenance

Maintenance of wax coatings can seem like a daunting task, especially if you try to touch up weak spots. The major reason behind this is because they're not durable. Besides, the worst part is that if you continue to fix the weaker points, you'll have to redo the entire process altogether.

Ceramic coating or glass coating service on the other doesn't bring much hassle. Even if they wear thin someday, you can use certain sprays to provide extra protection beforehand. A noticeable part is that you don't have to recoat the entire part but instead can do simple touch-ups. As a result, this saves both time and money.

5.  Cost Effective

Talking about cost, wax jobs are cheaper. If you're getting it done by a professional or DIY yourself, wax isn't expensive. Given its durability and longevity, it makes sense why they come at a cheap price.

A ceramic coating cost, on the other hand, is expensive. Being an advanced technology, it brings more durability, longevity and protection. Therefore, even if ceramic coatings tend to be more expensive as compared to wax, they are worth the choice and investment.

Reasons Why Ceramic Coatings for Cars are a Better Option?

Here are some reasons why choosing ceramic coatings for your car is the best choice:

It provides great protection for the paint surface, giving a sleepier look and enhancing its shine.

It is worth every penny as it offers superb protection against environmental pollution and other harms.

It offers long-lasting protection by acting as a shield against water stains, bird droppings, road grime and more.

It is transparent and protects against UV rays as well as temperature regulations.

It is resistant to stains and scratches and offers interior protection.

Are there any Disadvantages of Ceramic Coatings?

Just knowing the benefits doesn't help. So here are some disadvantages that you should also know about ceramic coatings:

It is generally more expensive than traditional waxing. Besides, with the professional application process, the charges may exceed.

Applying ceramic coatings requires professional skills. Improper application can reduce its overall benefits.

The application process requires several steps. Therefore, DIY seems challenging as you'll need the right skills and equipment.

If you're someone who loves to change their car appearance more often, then ceramic coating isn't the right choice for you because of its permanent nature.

Unlike environmental protection, ceramic coatings have certain limitations when it comes to extreme heat.

Where to Get the Best Ceramic Coating?

No doubt, if you love your car you would always want to keep it looking its best. Vetrosol offers a wide range and the best ceramic coating for cars. We are the leading provider of ceramic coatings and are equipped with a team of highly skilled and talented professionals. Our team members keep themselves updated with the latest products and technologies, to ensure customers receive the best of all. Each product is made of the best suitable quality with long-lasting protection. Whether in less or bulk quantities, the professionals make sure every client gets quality products on time. Overall, for years, we have been offering services and have never failed in our services.

[lindabrowntravel]

Ideal Garden Lights Post Caps Purchase Worked Out Well

Posts can be an invaluable asset in protecting your fence from wear and tear caused by the elements. If you reside in a region that experiences extreme winters or large amounts of precipitation, wooden posts used to build decks and fences are highly susceptible to rot, mold growth and moss formation due to excessive water absorption. Furthermore, with the tops being more exposed than other parts of the fence - popping up on sunny days as well - it is also at risk for drying out quickly under thermal pressure resulting in cracking. No matter the material of your fence or deck posts- be it wood, vinyl, etc.- you can protect them from extreme weather conditions with convenient post caps. Even in harsh environmental conditions, these protective covers will ensure that your posts remain intact for years to come.

Sun exposure can not only warp the plastic or change its color, it can even cause algae to grow on your vinyl fencing. If this happens, you'll be left with green and yellow tinted posts - no matter how much you try to clean them up. To avoid this mess altogether, invest in post caps which will protect your fence and deck from wildlife droppings by preventing birds and squirrels from standing atop flat posts. It's a smart investment that will save you time (and money) in the long run. Rather than scrubbing off animal droppings and other unwanted messes, opt for pointed fence caps to keep animals away from your posts. This smart yet harmless solution will protect your deck and fence posts from damages or disfigurement.

Furthermore, it is a great way to customize the look of your property as there are many materials and sizes available when choosing post caps! In order to make sure you get the perfect size for each particular post, take into account its size (and whether or not they were treated) prior purchase. Plastic is a widely-used material for constructing fence and deck post caps. If you're after something special, metal post caps, glass post caps and even lighted or solar-powered ones are available. Your outdoor space can be significantly upgraded with the installation of a variety of post cap styles - from classic to contemporary shapes in any color imaginable! Not only will they make your fence stand out but also enhance its aesthetics too.

Whether you're looking for a subtle, pointed post cap or an ornate carving to evoke your unique style, chances are there is a post cap ideal for both your fence and deck. With the wide range of options out there that span from rounded balls to intricate decorations, you'll be able to find the perfect piece that reflects who you are. There is an extensive selection of post caps to choose from, and you can even customize the colors. The most common colors are black or white, but wood post caps can be stained or painted any color you like. You may also select vinyl posts that match your existing fence design. And best of all, installing post caps is straightforward - even if it's a complicated model! In short, adding these elegantly designed pieces will undoubtedly give your fence the perfect finishing touch.

To install post caps, all you need is a dependable adhesive. Select the post cap size that fits your posts and bond it to their tops with an appropriate silicone adhesive for long-term security. Investing in fence post caps or deck post caps is a smart move for your property. Not only do they keep out pests and wildlife, but they also provide protection from the elements - meaning that you get to enjoy your outdoor spaces for longer. I found my own from Ideal Garden Lights and couldn't be happier with their range of products! Alongside the perfect post cap selection, there were plenty more decorative lighting options. Therefore, if you're looking for fence or deck post caps - either for decoration or protection purposes - it's worth considering all your available options! Investing in these convenient protective covers can help keep your outdoor oasis looking its best over the years.

[wattpadscapcons]

Also, I saw you write for Bede (my best boy), so could I get a GN!Reader comforting him and telling him he’s good enough after the whole Rose scenario? Thanks again pal

~🕷

I don't see why not. And no problem Norman, I'm happy to write for yah!

I might have made him a little oc...sorry. Also, short fic blep...

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Bede Reverse Comfort w/ GN! Reader

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"Bede?"

"GO AWAY."

"Come on, please let me in...."

"No, just leave me alone already!"

After Rose disqualified Bede, he took refuge in the Due Drop Inn. You had went to check up on him after letting him have a few days to himself, he was your friend after all. You had the suspicion that he was on the floor with his back against the door due to the shadow you could see.

=

"I know you're just going to make fun of me..."

"Why would you think that?"

You slipped to the floor to mirror him. You hear him let out a shaky breath before finally answering you.

=

"You beat me at every turn, I'm sure you're happy knowing I'm out of the game altogether right?"

"Bede, I don't know who's been telling you all of these things, but I'm just as upset as you are. Knowing that you aren't going to be a step ahead of me to catch me when I least expect it is so.... disheartening."

"What are you going on about now?"

"Well you do know that you're a big part of my success right? I wouldn't have even got to this point without a good rival."

=

You almost fall to the floor when he opened the door to face you, and you quickly stand to meet his eyes. Those violet hues of his had a tint of red, and when he moves to wipe his eyes with his sleeve, it solidifies your suspicion that he'd been crying prior to your intrusion.

=

"Bede?"

"You don't have to try to make me feel better about being disowned by Rose, and being kicked from the-"

"Yes, I do. You're my friend, I'm going to be here for you when you need it most whether or not you want it."

"God, you're so annoying you know that?"

"I just want to help."

"Yeah, I know, but saying these things won't help me feel any better about myself."

"Well, maybe I could do something about it."

"Hm? Y/N-"

=

Before he could protest, you had him in a tight hug, to which he tensed up to. After the initial shock wore off, he brought his hands to you back. He wasn't exactly used to psychical affection, so he felt strange receiving this type of comfort from you, of all people. He didn't understand why he felt both better and worse at the same time upon your touch.

"We all know you were just doing what you thought was right. I'm sure you'll get another chance, so don't give up hope already."

=

He thought of just pushing you away, but his hands defied him, clawing into the material of your jacket. When you went to pull away finally he could feel tears threaten to spill once again.

"I don't know why you did that....but I think it's time you should go."

"I'm not leaving until you're feeling better."

"I'm fine..."

Sadly the voice crack he had didn't help him in his case. He'll just have to be annoyed with your presence for a while longer.

=

You ended up spending most of the day with him, and after a while, he was feeling good enough to warrant you to finally take your leave.

"Ok, so you know where to find me if you need me again right?"

"I can just call you, I have you number already."

"Alright, well I'm going to get some training in and then book a room for the night. We ended up talking for a pretty long time, not that I mind much."

"Just leaaaaveee alreadyyyy."

"Fineeeee, I'll see you later ok?"

He playfully pushed you out of the room.

"And don't come back."

"Veryyy funny!"

=

You knew he was only fronting, and that he didn't actually hate you that much. Hopefully, he'll be able to pick himself up after all of that, of course you didn't mind helping him again if another emotional breakdown was to occur for him.

Little did you know that he was going to be picked up by Opal and have that cocky confidence restored. When you did happen upon the news though, you were happy for him, you just hoped he'd still come to you if he was having trouble.

[myfearless-love]

The Wildest Place You Run (5/?) - Not Far Now

I'm sorry for the delay: traveling and vacation made it impossible to post, but in turn, you'll get two chapters this week (including this). This one is a bit shorter, but you'll see why in the next chapter (spoiler alert: too many action).

As always, a huge thank you to my beta and artist @thejollyroger-writer for correcting my mistakes and making kick-ass art for chapters 5 and 6! Check it out above!

Summary:

Vampires, Werewolves, Mages, and Elves. For centuries, they kept their existence a secret, but the constant rebellions against the strict laws of the Guild had led to a terrible tragedy. In an open clash, it became apparent to humans just what kind of monsters lived among them. Emma Swan loses the love of her life in the first battle of the war. A few months later, while still trying to process what happened, a mysterious and terrifying figure worms his way into her life. But the man is hiding far more terrible secrets than he reveals to her, pulling them both into a horrible situation...

Chapter: 5/? - Not Far Now

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Rating: M

Relationships: Killian Jones/Emma Swan

Read on: FF.net or AO3

Words: ~2k

Previous parts:

Ch 1 II Ch 2 II Ch 3 II Ch 4

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The next morning she woke up on the couch, curled up, leaning her head on the armrest. Someone, probably August, had covered her with a blanket and left her there. She was used to it, he often disappeared without a word, and he was the only one she couldn't hold it against.

She sat up slowly, and it took her half a minute to discover she was alone.

Again.

She scrambled out from under the quilt and slipped out into the kitchen. Her neck was throbbing, she was cold, and she still felt exhausted despite the few hours of sleep she'd gotten. Her day had started out shitty.

Again.

(There were many recurring things in her life that she would've preferred to avoid.)

As she glanced at the clock to see it was ten in the morning, her eyes caught a yellow note on the fridge, adorned with David's almost illegible scrawl.

I'll be home late. Take care of yourself!

Sighing, she crumpled the paper in her palm and tossed it straight into the bin beside the kitchen counter. She opened the refrigerator and was disappointed to find it contained only a few cans of beer and a slice of moldy cheese.

Furious, she slammed the door and marched up the stairs to change and grab some money. She had to go shopping.

She was already shuddering in apprehension.

Going back outside and among strangers… Great.

She tugged on her black jeans and pulled on a thick, hooded black sweater. Before Neal, she'd never worn flashy or bright colors and after his death, she'd relegated almost all of her more colorful clothes to the back of her closet.

She didn't have much money, being unemployed at the moment. David was supporting her now, which she simply hated. She had been looking for vacancies for a long time, but with her limited experience and lack of a college degree, not to mention the impending apocalypse looming over their heads, her chances of finding something were pretty low. And David was against it anyway; she had no idea why, though, and he never told her the reason. So she had to make do with her limited savings, which was becoming increasingly annoying as David had completely forgotten about the household in the last two months.

She put a small amount of money in her back pocket and her keys in the pockets of her sweater, along with her phone. She put her hair in a ponytail, her curls bouncing with each step she took. She fixed her eyelashes with a swipe of mascara.

She tucked her gun into the waistband of her jeans; after all, one could never know what might happen. She concealed it with her sweater, making it invisible to anyone.

Fog was spreading through the gray streets, the sky covered in black clouds, an ideal time for a short walk through the city center. There were hardly any people on the streets. On weekday mornings, everyone was either at school or at work, with only a few retirees strolling the cobblestone sidewalk.

Emma stuck her hands in the front pockets of her jeans and sketched out her tasks for the day in her head, but the list was pretty short. Shopping was her only agenda today, so she began to think feverishly about what to do with the long hours ahead of her.

She arrived at the tiny little corner store without any plans. She could get everything she needed here. She hated supermarkets.

When she was done shopping, she didn't head home, but to the nearby library. Inspiration came to her somewhere between choosing which can of food to buy. She needed some good books and a quiet place among normal people. Among relatively normal people.

It wasn't five minutes before she was wandering among the bookshelves in the pleasantly heated room, browsing the selection.

No one disturbed her, and at that moment, it felt very good. She continued to hunt for books peacefully, and after a while, she returned to the cashier with a small stack. The young woman behind the counter treated her kindly like she did anyone else, and that was a really strange feeling. Strange, but heartwarming. Maybe she should go out more often and fill out some more job applications. Then she could even live a relatively normal life.

She was already halfway home when her phone started ringing. She rolled her eyes in annoyance and dropped her packed bags on one of the nearby benches. She dug out her phone and looked at the caller ID.

David.

"I'm almost home, I just went shop-"

"Where are you exactly?" he gasped into the phone.

"Near the park on the avenue. Why?" she asked suspiciously. "What is it again?"

Before answering, he repeated her location to someone, then she heard the sound of a door slamming shut. "Elves," came the curt reply. "Dark Elves."

"David, stop talking in riddles!" The icy fingers of fear zigzagged through her spine. She had already had the opportunity to meet with one Dark Elf and she had no desire to repeat the encounter.

"Over the past few months, the Vampires and Werewolves have been plotting against us. They have realized that they cannot defeat us with brute force alone. They've been lurking in the shadows for the last few months, looking for a few allies, and they've found the Dark Elves. Some are already in the city and…" he took a deep breath. "The point is, don't move from where you are now, Emma. Killian will pick you up shortly."

Before she could ask anything, David ended the call. She stared furiously at her phone for a while, then pocketed the device just as it started beeping incessantly. She groaned and fished it out of her pocket again. It seemed she would have to replace it soon, the battery was almost dead, despite it being half full mere moments ago.

But that wasn't the only problem with the device. The signal dropped dangerously, then the thing just shut off altogether. Sultry magic swept through the city. Emma looked up in confusion. Around her, several elderly people pointed to the sky and shook their heads in incomprehension.

Emma looked up as well.

There were almost entirely black clouds floating in the sky, shrouding the entire city in shadows.

So the Elves were really here.

She picked up her bags, slipped her right hand under her sweater, and reached for the handle of her gun. She wouldn't be able to do much against Elves with it, but at least it made her feel a little better. Nervously, she scanned the deserted street. She had never longed this hard for Killian's arrival. Correction, she had never longed for him, period… Until now.

When she thought about it more carefully, she'd never talked to him for more than five minutes. Truth to be told, she hadn't even had the chance. Killian just came and went. He showed up in the most unexpected places, at the most stressful times, and disappeared just as quickly.

Barely a minute later, a black Porsche Panamera stopped in front of her, leaving dark skid marks on the asphalt. She jerked back, startled, and managed to land on her ass in a not very graceful way.

The car door swung open and Killian stared at her, impatiently at first, then noticed her sprawled figure on the ground. A strange smile slid across his face, but she couldn't place why it felt so different. "It's more comfortable in here, lass," he said, patting the seat beside him.

Emma staggered to her feet with an annoyed huff. She considered staining the seat cover with her muddy jeans in retaliation, but she didn't want to be childish. She was about to dust off her clothes as best she could with a tissue when something grabbed her waist and yanked her into the car. The door slammed shut on its own, and Killian stepped on the gas.

"Was that you?" she growled when she finally managed to get herself into a more decent position. At that moment, the seatbelt flew through the air in front of her and snapped into place on the edge of her seat.

"And that too," Killian nodded grimly, focusing on the road.

"Don't you dare do that again! Or at least, warn me next time!"

She really wasn't used to someone practicing magic on her. It wasn't exactly painful or uncomfortable; in fact, the touch of Killian's magic was lukewarm and pleasantly eerie, but it still scared the shit out of her.

"Apologies…"

Finally, she raised her eyes to him, and only now realizing why his previous smile seemed so strange. His face looked completely different. There was not a drop of eyeliner on him, and his stubble was completely gone. He looked so young that way, but she had to admit, she liked his bad boy look better.

Either way, he was a pretty good-looking guy.

And she really needed to stop thinking now.

"What the hell happened?"

"To my face?" he smiled compulsively. "I had to shave because they couldn't stitch up the wound," he replied lightly, as if it was just a usual Thursday for him.

"Wound? Stitch up? But shouldn't you be supposed to heal…?"

Before she could finish her question, Killian turned his face fully toward her. There was a fresh, red scar starting at his temple and extending to the line of his lips.

"Jesus…" she gasped.

The sight of his handsome face disfigured by the scar shocked her greatly.

"Wounds inflicted by Elves don't heal on their own or fast like any other," he shrugged and looked at the road again, but she could see the bitterness in his eyes that she just couldn't place.

She sank as low as she could into the seat, peering at him timidly, then glanced out the window. The city was dark as if it was already night, and she knew for a fact that this was the work of Elves. This way, the vampires could walk around the city without fearing the sunlight.

It was comfortably warm in the car, yet she huddled as a shiver ran through her. She watched the city pass by silently and then she realized…

"Killian, we left the—" she began in alarm, but he seemed perfectly calm.

"We're not going to your house," he replied nonchalantly, not taking his eyes off the road, for which she was very grateful because they were going much faster than allowed.

"Then where?" her eyes widened in shock.

"To the Guild. It's safer there."

"And David? What about him? Where is he now?"

"Calm down, Swan, he'll be there too," he assured her, then gave her an uneasy sideways glance. "It's going to be alright."

Calm down.

It was easy to say but much harder to do. Especially for her, who could get upset over any little thing, no matter how ridiculous.

Despite the low roar of the engine, she could hear the wind outside blowing louder and louder, tearing cruelly at the scrawny branches of the weak trees on the side of the road. Lightning zigzagged through the sky, and the car shook in another gust of wind.

She shuddered in her seat and made herself as small as she could. Only now did she realize what the presence of the Elves meant, and she was scared to death, if she was honest. There had been no example of them interfering in battles on this earth for hundreds of years.

"It's not far now, love, we'll be there soon," Killian encouraged, and she looked up at him again, expressionless, feeling unspeakably miserable.

His face was practically split in two, and he was the one comforting her? She scoffed at herself.

"Okay." She couldn't say anything else, just slumped in her seat and crossed her arms in front of her chest. A shiver ran down her spine, causing goosebumps on her skin, and she felt like her head was being held in a vice. She knew what that meant. She had just enough time to cling to the edge of the seat, and the vision came unstoppable…

[zeroone-eleven]

When all is said and done; Hwasa (Mamamoo)

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Summary: Hyejin had broken your rule "No moving" and since she was acting particularly bratty that day, you decided to dish out a punishment that would be satisfying for you yet nothing but painful for her.

Requested? ☑

"You love it how I move you, you love it how I touch you."

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Thirty one days, you told her that day. The day she had learned not to bite off more than she can chew.

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Hyejin acted over-confident when you gave her one task, raising her eyebrow at you as if she was daring you to do your worst. You swore to yourself you'd make her regret underestimating you, and you succeeded. You didn't bother tying her up and just promised her that if she lifts any part of herself off the bed she wouldn't be cumming for a month. Halfway through you having your fun and already you had rendered the alpha into a begging and panting mess. Hovering over Hyejin, you bit at her scent gland and pumped down on her length and she unconsciously bucked up into your hand.

You let go of her and put a hand on her stomach, you kiss her neck that's now full of marks and get off of your alpha. Chocolate orbs flutter open with unshed tears of frustration and overstimulation she grabs at your hand weakly although desperately Hyejin asks why you stopped.

You smile sweetly at her and tell her that you don't ever break your promises.

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To make matters worse? You count your days starting from zero and although it's a thing about you she already knows, the fact that don't leave her untouched in those thirty one days only served to further her torture. Unlike other doms; you don't set a time for when you'll have her all to yourself to tease her. You find pleasure in the anticipation that fills the air whenever you catch your Alpha alone, where her eyes never meet yours out of her own volition until you take her chin in your hand to guide her to meet your eyes.

Once before she had tried to hustle you into shortening her punishment time, she figured she could take advatage of your more laid back and soft dominating nature. The nature of yours to give her exactly what she asks for when she's been a good little Alpha for you. It backfired at her and she ended up with double the original length of time, that was the day she found out that underneath the soft dom act? You were a patient, strategic sadist that always finds a way to turn the cards in your favor.

Your 'Punishments' come in various forms ranging from subtle to mind numbingly dangerous. The subtle ones range from you wrapping your arms around her shoulders and pressing open mouthed kisses from her nape to her shoulder when she writes, a leg slipping in between hers with your knee pressing up against the back of her knot oh so coyly yet so painfully exciting, to you pulling her close to your body in public before letting out a split second burst of your scent smelling with unbridled want just to rile her up. It's times like the latter that she really has to work and fight to stop herself from letting the need take over which will then result in her panting and begging you to take her right then and there.

The dangerous punishments are dangerous for a reason, those punishments are composed of you seeing just how much you can make her fall into subspace and beg. The 'easiest' ones in this caterogry consists of you giving her touches, both fleeting and ligering, they're easy because she can use your touch to ground and prevent herself from slipping. The easy punishments are double edged swords as she always manages to resist your games that end with her in tears. The hardest punishments she hates and loves at the same time, it's the punishments where you use nothing but your voice to drive her into subspace. The need is frustrating and fulfilling altogether, these are the punishments that have her pumping her length all on her own, with her pace being controlled by your commands. Every time you go hard on her, you taunt her with empty promises of having mercy on her and letting her cum early, bringing your face close to hers as you tell her to look you in the eyes as you tell her how good she's being for you. Hyejin believes you every single time only to end up in tears of ruined ecstasy as your voice commands her to stop.

Everyday for thirty one days, you give her two punishments a day; a subtle punishment and a dangerous one. There's a way you keep her anxious, you made sure to let her know at the start of day zero that you're only only going to give her a harsh punishment when the sun has faded from the horizon and the sky turns dark. The hours of the night has never made the idol feel as excited as it has the past thirty one days. She hates the after-dark punishments and she loves them at the same time, because she suffers through it painfully so. But the aftercare you provide is nothing short of heaven, your hands stroking her hair as your lips rest on the shell of her ear, whispering praises phrased in a way that it makes her feel like she's the most important person in the world. Hyejin doesn't believe you when you tell her, but in your eyes she really is.

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Day 32:

You open the front door as silently as you can while praying to all your lucky stars that your Alpha stays asleep. You went all out with the punishment last night, as you needed Hyejin to stay asleep for quite some time for your plan regarding the end of her punishment time to come to fruition. You make your way to the kitchen to place the grocery bags down on the counter, boiling a oot of water as you take the items out of the said bags. Once every ingredient is laid out on the table, you waste no time in going to work. Cutting your potatoes into quarters before dropping them into the boiling pot of water, you then turn to making the sauce that's going to go with them.

With five minutes left on the potatoes, you move on to seasoning the steaks and once your pan is hot enough, you sear the fatty side of the meat placing butter on a pan you've heated. Placing butter in the pan alongside thyme, rosemary, and a few pieces of garlic. You baste the steak in the juices for a few seconds before taking it off the heat. Rinse and repeat, by the two pieces of meat are on a cutting board waiting to be sliced, the potatoes are ready. You take them out of the water and fry them in the left over steak butter.

Once the food is all plated up on a serving dish, you place the dome cover on. A timer for how long till the food goes cold starting in your head. You smile to yourself with pride before rushing over to your shared bedroom with Hyejin. You slowly slip back under the covers, wrapping an arm around her wrist before peppering her face with kisses.

"Wake up my little Alpha." She stirs, a frown forming on her face as she turns to you and slings an arm under and over your shoulder before burying her face into your neck. You let out a chuckle as she draws lung full breaths of your scent. 15 minutes. Deciding have a bit of time, you humor your mate and release pheromones into the air. The idol shifts, hold tightening as she pulls you closer to her, your bodies intertwine and she tilts her head upward, nose touching your scent gland as she turns into putty in your arms.

You run your hand up and down her back, the other playing with the hairs on her nape. Hyejin let's out a groan as she stretches her legs before hooking them with yours. "You seem reluctant to get out of bed." That gets you the attention you want. She pulls her head back to look at you incredulousy. "You seem confused about it. Do I have to remind you just exactly what it was you put me through?" You laugh, propping yourself up on one arm. "Careful now, that tone's what got you into that predicament in the first place." Teasjngly, you train your index finger from the tip of her nose down to her lip, you zone out as you absent-mindedly trace her lips. You're brought back down to Earth when Hyejin teasingly takes your finger between her teeth, waggling her eyebrows at you.

You take your finger out of her mouth. You grab a hold of her arm and swing your legs off your side of the bed. "As enticing as your offer is. We have to get up." A 'Why?' leaves the Alpha's lips in an dramatic groan, you roll your eyes fondly at her antics. Playing the suave card, you bend down to bring her hand to your lips, you place a kiss on each of her knuckles, keeping eye contact with her. "Trust me, I promise I'll make it worth your while." The idol smiles at you and gets up not a momeng later. You beam at her and you run to the door, holding it open for her before performing an exaggerated welcome bow. She laughs at your actions before taking your hand in hers.

You lead her to the kitchen before letting go of her hand. She turns the lights on as you pull a chair out for her, she walks over to you before sitting down at the chair you offer, her eyes trained on the covered plate the whole time. You shake your head in amusement before lifting the covers on both of your plates. Her mouth falls open at the food presented before her eyes and she looks at you before turning her gaze back to the food. She points an accusatory finger at you. "So that's why you smelled so enticing!" Your mouth drops open in offense, she laughs at your expression before waving her statement off as a joke.

"What brought this on?" You smile before taking her hands in yours, bringing both to your lips and placing a kiss to both hands simultaneously, her gaze softens at the way you keep her hands in yours. "You were so good for me the past month, so patient and so obedient. So I intend to repay you in acts of service for the honor you bring me by trusting me to be your dom." Hyejin puffs her chest out in pride and you shake your head. This alpha will be the death of you.

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A/N: My inbox was filled with smut back to back, to the person who requested this? Thank you so much for being patient, writing smut is difficult- Oh my god.

[skeletorific]

man i just wanna throw this out there and i think you'll catch it, how do you think some of the ancestors would take an invite to a human thing like a party or a ceremony? like if it was prefaced with 'compared to troll events there's a strict no one dies policy and a be human-style nice to people you don't particularly like or care for rule as well' idk if even the first ship crew would come along, and tbh i wouldn't really fault them because it's new and spoopy and they're dead after all

Ok, so you have thrown it, and I have caught it. I am unsure if I caught it in the direction you threw it, but I have caught SOMETHING and it is something I love dearly.

So, this question: I had to think for a moment. What scenario results in every single ancestor being in the same locale, in such a capacity that they are forced to interact, not only with each other, but with humans, to the point that not only can they not kill anyone but there is literally no point in killing each other?

....

....OH WAIT EARTH C-

So yeah, everyone say thank you paradox space. There had to be at least one dream bubble out there from a timeline where the alphas got yoinked into sburb as their Alternian selves by mistake right?

So, let’s assume they’ve had a few months to settle in, adjust to modern life. Troll kingdom has issued an ultimatum to the more....chaotic Ancestors in terms of the rearranged hemospectrum. They will, to quote Karkat, “FUCKING DEAL WITH IT”. Not an easy pill to swallow for a few of them, but then, a few millenia in the dream bubbles has forcibly mellowed them quite a bit and eventually its just more trouble than its worth.

I have a lot of thoughts on this timeline (ancestors get apartments are you kidding me, the potential), but let’s return to the question at hand.

The invitation makes the rounds through a lot of ghost communities, but a particularly bold human approaches the Ancestors themselves with an invite to one of the bigger ragers being thrown in the human kingdom. The celebration of the return of the gods is always a blowout, and this year promises to be especially so, with something between a gala and a block party planned to be pitched.

So here’s why they all show up, and here’s what they do:

The Handmaid is an odd duck. Sure, there’s a certain morose pleasure in watching the cosmic plans of the man who abused her from childhood fall apart because of a handful of chump kids, but that doesn’t mean she’s happy to be back here with these assholes, and it doesn’t mean she’s looking to build a social life. She’s perfectly happy to spend the rest of her days haunting the abandoned house she found on the outskirts of the carapace kingdom and terrorize any local teens that stick their noses where they aren’t wanted. When the uni student turns up with a flyer she cusses them out but good and sends them on their way with a couple of threats to life and limb.

And then shows up anyways.

Not to socialize, mind, just to watch. From the rafters probably. Snickering at all the drama going down, dropping spiders in Makara’s drink and stealing Dualscar’s watch when he’s not looking. And maybe see if Condy gets drunk enough to want a rematch. Laws be damned. Now THIS is a party.

The Signless’s entire crew is a bit of a chain pull. The Disciple wants to go extremely badly, so of course she manages to purrsuade The Signless to come with her. The Psiionic doesn’t want to go period but he’ll be damned if he’s letting Vantas out of his sight into an unguarded area. The Dolorosa wanted to go this whole time and is the one who got Leijon all riled up about it in the first place, but pretends she’s just doing it to keep an eye on Vantas and Captor.

Once there, they’re not exactly social butterflies, but compared to the others they’re practically savants. Leijon prowls on the edges of crowds, listening for snatches of information, and enjoys constructing narratives in her own mind about the relationships between all of them. Vantas finds himself pulled into a lot of conversations just to explain his life’s work (and, to his chagrin, to destabilize a few myths he’s accrued over the centuries). He tries to keep a level head but after a few beers though he’s hotly debating politics with three or four Kankri ghosts and has to be dragged away by Captor, who’s been following him and Leijon like a kid following their parent at a family reunion. Maryam disappeared hours ago and doesn’t get back home late, looking a little bit smug but tight-lipped about her evening. All four of them avoid the other Ancestors like the plague.

Neophyte Redglare of all of them has probably adjusted the best to this new life. Unlike the others, she’s actually gotten some friends that weren’t a part of the dream bubbles, and would happily spend most of the evening chattering with them. Still, for reasons we’ll get into it later, she spends most of it babysitting Makara and doing a bit of pitch-flirting with everyone’s favorite pir8.

Speaking of the Marquise Mindfang Spineret, like the Handmaid she protested loudly she was too cool for this party and then showed up anyways. Still, its not like she’s there to socialize. Most of what she does is spot the people who look like they might be heading off to bigger and more illegal things outside the party and without a word installing herself as part of their social circle. She invites Nitram, but her matesprit is a little occupied with an old enemy. That’s fine, she appreciates a score to settle, but its not fun if someone isn’t paying attention to her antics. Fortunately, Pyrope is happy to oblige her, and Dualscar is a delightful enough lackey while he’s still sober enough to handle it (so, for about five minutes). All told, an entert8ning evening indeed ;;;)

Executor Darkleer shows up for roughly ten minutes, near the very end, and does what he’s done at most social gatherings since they left the dream bubbles: stand awkwardly in the corner, stare at Leijon, and wonder if they’re still cool. Are they still cool? Probably? Right? But who’s to say. He absconds early to go work on his personal projects and probably punch something.

The Summoner is in peak form. Like Vantas, he has plenty of questions coming his way, and while no Nitram has ever been arrogant, he’s at least a little indulgent about some, shall we say, popular headcanons that have popped up since then. He’s slamming beers to cover up the usual low level of social anxiety (a battlefield he can handle, but a soiree is another matter altogether), and its working. He’s flirting a storm through the ballroom, something Serket is probably going to give him repercussions for. Its also making him a little, uh....confrontational, shall we say. So when he spot an old, clowny foe, well...

Oh, The Grand Highblood. 

He didn’t want to come. Full stop. Picked the wriggler with the flyer up by the back of their shirt and turned them around. Damn lucky he didn’t just throw them out. He wasn’t going to show up at this meaningless little heretical shindig, bump shoulders with strangers and be bored out of his motherfucking skull to boot. The only reason he got dragged in is Peixes didn’t give him a lot of other options. So here he is. Standing like a grim spectre of everyone’s demise, sullenly scowling at anyone who approaches and snarling at anyone who opens their protein chute in his direction.

For about five minutes.

What can I say, clowns love parties.  A couple of faygos later (if you think Condy didn’t come prepared you’re crazy) and this brawny ass goat is getting turnt out of his mind on the dancefloor. Nobody knows exactly what the fuck he’s doing with his body but its definitely deeply explicit and more than a little alarming. Still, it suits the environment, and there’s this unaccountable field of manic energy that just sort of erupts around him, escalating the party wherever he goes. Redglare has to babysit him (because Peixes, Serket and Ampora sure won’t, and who the fuck knows where Zahhak is), and even still he ends up with a busted keg dangling from one of his horns. He is feeding off of this motherfucking rhapsody tonight, fellas, and the grisly bastard has more than a few sick bars in him.

Orphaner Dualscar is decidedly less enthused. Nothing quite like being a failed romantic footnote in the only surviving account of your life to kill your rep as an intimidating pirate. He’s not adjusting well to modern life, and mostly spends the night in the corner with a solo cup, scowling at any and all. For a while he joins Serket in her activities but eventually is too soused to really participate, and she ditches him. Which is starting to become a recurring trend. He spends the rest of the night trying to seduce someone, literally, anyone, just get him out of this fucking stupid party, he’s so FUCKIN LONELY GOG-

up to you if it actually works or not.

Meanwhile, Her (Formerly) Imperial Condescension.....look, Peixes can’t stay away from a party. Even a lame-ass one for guppies 3>8(. I mean, the no killing thing is REALLY fucking cramping her style, but to be frank its more trouble than its worth. Most of them just come back as ghosts and try to bonk you back. Annoying is what it is. So, fine, she agrees, no culling. 

Doesn’t mean the party can’t at least be interesting, and that’s damn well what she brought Makara to do for her. Works like a charm, too, Makara might be a grumpy basshole but he knows how to cut loose when he wants to. She’s chanting him through chugging an entire keg on his own with a small crowd of people when she spots a familiar pair of impossibly wide horns. Ohhh shit, get the grubcorn-.....wait, is that Megido in the rafters?!

No trolls or humans were (fatally) harmed in the making of this evening’s closing act, but suffice to say the building wasn’t so lucky. Two reenactments of the more legendary battles in Alternian history (which is saying something) was more than the palace could handle. In the end they were separated and sent to dry out in separate cells, Dave using his time powers to keep a handle on the The Handmaid. 

Suffice to say it’ll be a while before any of them get another invitation.