#i hate that fuckin dummy so much

[teenagecriminalmastermind]

slappy the dummy after terrorising two generations of an entire town:

#goosebumps 2023 #goosebumps #i hate that fuckin dummy so much #slappy the dummy #goosebumps slappy #goosebumps series #goosebumps show

[soldier-poet-king]

Oh man I looked at the notes on that evolution & Christianity poll (a mistake, clearly), like, how can so many people be so fkin stupid. Yes thats mean of me to say but. Y'all are really out here being strict biblical literalists?? Not even most of the early christian theologians & church fathers were strict biblical literalists?? There is no historical basis to being an extreme literalist abt the bible?? Presumably you received SOME sort of education and can read and think critically?? You can't ALL have been raised in an information restrictive cult??

99% of the time im ready to throw hands with Catholicism because oh boy we have beef and I hate it here, but at least we're not Like That TM.

Oh Fr Georges Lemaître, father of the Big Bang Theory, we're really in it now.

#not to dunk on my Protestant friends ily #but like. protestantism is one hell of a drug. holy shit #like do i think ultimately what you believe about the evolution is the end of the world. no #BUT it indicates underlying literalist thinking which leads to problems that ACTUALLY affevt everyday life #and also just. deliberate ignorance. conspiracy theory thinking #not to b like. one thing leads to another. but these r definitely related patterns of thinking #and as much as im like. I fuckin hate catholics #its current western catholics that i rlly hate #theres at least a long history of intellectual freedom and science #yes at times obvs limited and repressed. but at least its not yknow. literalism. i would fuckin die #are yall really out here thinking abt literal adam and eve and creation in 7 days. really. REALLY? #altho. i went to hs with a young earth creationist who thot dinos and humans existed at the same time #so why. am i not surprised anymore #anyway yeah individual catholics are largely insane and i will fistfight trads #but at least like. INSTITUTIONALLY. we're allowed space to think and question #doctrinally thats allowed. even if trads refuse it in practice #ho ho holy shit yall #deadass did not think there was a significant amount of biblical literalists and creationists on TUMBLR of all places #both atheists and trads who think religion and science are fundamentally opposed. #think again. u r all. dummies. i am too tired to be polite abt it #im tired of ppl with no thinking skills <-its elections here today im extra full of rage #mrk saunders can catch my hands ALSO #i saw someone say that theres no basis to interpret the bible as allegorical #as if everytime Jesus said a parable ans the apostles took it literally #he had to sit them down and be like #boys. i love u. stop being stupid. its an allegory for the people. #WHAT THE FUCK IS A PARABLE IF NOT AN ALLEGORICAL INSTRUCTIVE STORY #genuinely. maybe i am naive. but deadass thot the adam and steve crowd thing was a joke. not a genuine argument against the gays #or at the very least a rare opinion blown out of proportion #ARE YALL OK IN PROTESTANT MAJORITY AREAS???????

[sixosix]

suna rintarou: forehead kisses [2/2]

gn!reader, fluff, confessions, part one link, wc 1.4k

ft. atsumu the useless wingman and suna the jealous bff-possible-bf-question-mark

maybe telling miya atsumu, of all people, about your little routine with suna is not the brightest idea you’ve had. but in your defense! you truly didn’t think it was anything worth babbling about.

“you’re sayin’ that he does that to ya every day,” atsumu deadpans. “do ya hear yourself right now?”

“i don’t understand the problem!” you admit, cheeks burning with something akin to embarrassment -- though you’re not sure why. “is it really that surprising that best friends kiss each other on the forehead?”

“it’s suna.”

“is it really that surprising that said best friend suna rintarou gives me forehead kisses?”

“yeah,” atsumu doesn’t waste a second replying, firm with conviction. “it’s suna, y/n. i don’t know if i’m the one bein’ tricked or--”

“you’re not being anything! especially being helpful,” you cry out in exasperation, hands thrown into the air. “listen, how about you just forget i let it slip that rintarou is the doting type of best friend--” atsumu scoffs at that, but doesn’t say anything, “--and we can go back to the gym with free minds and spirits.”

“that sounds stupid,” atsumu says. “you will never be free from this.”

“shut up.”

atsumu hums. “are you okay with it, though?”

the mirth from his tone disappeared, then came seriousness that atsumu rarely used. “what do you… mean?” you ask hesitantly.

“i know yer fat fuckin’ crush on that guy, dummy.”

startled at his statement, you whip your head around, worried that someone would hear stupid atsumu and his stupid claim. no one is, but that doesn’t make it any less okay for him to just blurt it out in public like that -- much less blurt it out at all.

“ohmygod atsumu!” you hiss. you feel rage bubble up in your stomach even more when he snickers at your outburst. “shut up, it’s not-- i don’t-- you’re so dumb--”

“but i’m not wrong,” atsumu offers. you haven’t noticed that he started walking back to the gym, with you trailing behind him instinctively. “just ‘cause he’s unaware doesn’t mean you hafta suffer for it.”

you frown. he’s right. it’s not as pleasant to have suna unknowingly mess with your feelings, yet it wasn’t like it’s his fault, nor yours.

“but it’s just a kiss on the forehead,” you argue. “friends would do that to each other all the time! it doesn’t mean anything to him.”

“it does to you, though, right? and who’s to say it doesn’t mean anythin’ to him?”

“i hate you sometimes, miya.”

“i’ll relay that message to ‘samu,” he says, yelping when you whack him on the head. “what? resorting to violence ‘cause ya can’t wrap your head ‘round the fact that he has the saddest crush on ya too?”

“stop saying that!!!!”

before you even know it, you’re back at the doors of the volleyball gym and suna is walking towards the both of you. there’s a split second where he glances at atsumu, a flicker of a glare, before he looks back at you.

“where did you go?” he asks. there’s a slight pout on his lips; you’re positive he doesn’t even know he’s doing it, which makes it cuter. dammit.

“refilling water bottles,” you say. which is true, and would’ve been a faster process if some dumbass didn’t give you a crisis over your hopeless crush. “here you go.”

suna takes the bottle, but doesn’t take his eyes off of you, contemplative. you blink back at him, confused. suna narrows his eyes at atsumu, eyes silently accusing him of things you can’t understand.

atsumu scoffs. “i wasn’t botherin’ y/n, promise.”

both of them stare at each other for a moment, before atsumu groans and starts to walk away. “fine, fine! so damn overprotective. i was just tryna be a good wingman, damn…” the rest of his words are no longer decipherable now that he’s out of earshot.

huh, you think. “i didn’t know it was that easy to get rid of him.”

“you should try it sometimes,” suna says, mirth in his eyes, though his face is carefully placid. “but i don’t mind scaring him off of you either.”

“my knight in shining armor, really,” you mock, earning a small smile from him. “well, you better drink up before you pass out cold and the miya twins start flocking around.”

“it’d take more than dehydration to take me down,” suna drawls, moving closer. you don’t flinch. or at least, you try not to -- you don’t want to scare him away by giving him the wrong idea. 

“didn’t you pass out and drooled all over my shoulder without hesitation when kita suggested you cool off?” you tease, hoping it hides the way your eyes widen in alarm when he takes hold of your wrist.

he stares at your hands for a second -- maybe a second too long -- before he stares back up at you. “not my fault you were comfortable,” he says easily, like how everything is to him most of the time, as if you’re not losing your mind.

“t-that’s. that’s-- thanks?”

suna grins.

usually, you’d be more composed than this. stupid atsumu making you look at his totally-platonic actions in a different light.

“let’s go outside?” he offers.

you nod, relieved for the change in topic. “yeah! you got all your stuff in there right?” he nods; you pat his head the way one does with a cat. he doesn’t recoil but his face says he’s not pleased. “good good! i want some ice cream, therefore we should get some ice cream.”

suna lets you lead him away from the gym after waving your goodbyes to everyone, though he’s acting stranger than usual.

“y/n,” he says.

you come to a halt, turning around to see him with an expression that’s hard to read. “yes? do you not want ice cream…?”

he smiles, rolling his eyes playfully. “come here,” he says.

your eyes brighten, knowing exactly what it means. carefully, and slowly, you stand right in front of him, expectant.

he kisses your forehead.

you explode.

or at least, you think you did. you feel as if your senses are on overdrive, pathetic stammers spilling out as you clutch your forehead -- as if you’re protecting yourself from another slam of a truck to your heart.

it’s not the first time he’s done this, obviously. he knows how much it calms you down. but the way he did it out of nowhere, much less with loitering students around to see, gives the opposite effect.

and suna laughs. laughs, deep in his chest, but quiet enough where it almost sounds like a snicker.

you attack him with a series of light punches on his arm as he continues to chuckle at you. “you’re so-- evil! so evil, i tell you. spawn of satan-- no, that’s an understatement!”

without hesitation, he responds, “and you’re cute.”

that’s it. you give up.

with a defeated whine, you drop to the floor, balancing on your feet, hiding your face on your hands with it pressed on your knees. you look pathetic, hunched up like this, but at this point, suna might as well have reduced you into a pathetic puddle.

“too much?” suna asks, bending down to match your height. you don’t bother looking at him, only grunting in response. he laughs quietly again.

“you suck, rintarou.”

“you love it.”

you pause, letting his words sink in. so he does know? after about two seconds, you peel your hands from your face, feeling warm all over when he takes one of your hands and laces it with his.

the patient smile on his face is cruel. “you shy again?” he teases, but not unkindly.

“i like you,” you tell him instead of replying. “i like you, you know that?”

he nods; it’s not mocking. but… happy. the smile on his face is genuine. “i know that. i like you, too, you know that?”

“i…” you feel your heart burst. “i don’t-- didn’t. i didn’t.”

suna hums thoughtfully. “that’s not good. can i kiss you?”

“that’s--” you search for something in his eyes; any trace of mockery, insincerity, anything, but he’s open with the way you see how soft his expression has become. “...yeah. you can-- or, may. you may.”

he inches closer. you close your eyes instinctively, a bit terrified because you have no experience whatsoever in the art of kissing. anything under lip-to-lip action.

he kisses your forehead.

and then he laughs at your offended expression.

#606:HQ #606:INRZK #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro x you #suna rintaro fluff #suna rintaro scenarios #suna rintarou x reader

[lovelybucky1]

Kinktober Day 6- Pegging

warnings: AFAB!reader, femdom, pegging, anal fingering, enemies to lovers, friends with benefits, arguing , mentions of overstimulation, slight masochism

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You had a complicated relationship with Jake Seresin. You were technically friends with benefits, but you barely considered him a friend. The arrangement had started from an argument, one he undoubtedly started with his arrogant posturing and constant insults.

You were at the bar when it started, and at first, the other pilots were crowded around to witness the argument, but they dispersed when it started to get ugly. Personal insults, threats, and a drink were thrown around before you put the final nail in the coffin.

“You need something to put you in your goddamn place, Seresin.”

His green eyes flashed with something dangerous and daring. He’s never been one to turn down a challenge, especially when his pride is on the line.

“Do it.”

To your surprise, it was easier to get him down than you anticipated. Rough kisses, hair pulling, a slap that neither of you were expecting, and your knee between his legs is all it took to get him face down on the bed. Just like how you have him now.

His back is arched, ass in the air, offered up to you like a sacrifice. He wiggles his hips against the pillow, because he’s a princess and he demanded to have his hips propped up. Despite his vulnerable position, the fire in him is still burning bright. This is how it always goes.

He mouthed off tonight; went too far with a joke at Rooster’s expense and you got in the middle of it. The others aren’t entirely sure of the details of your relationship, but they do know that you can handle Hangman pretty well, so they left you to it. You argued, then you drug him back to your Navy apartment.

You bring your hand down on his ass cheek, the slap of his firm backside filling the air. He whimpers a bit, but he stays mostly still.

“Why does it always have to happen like this, Jake?” you ask, like you don’t know the answer.

“Because you’re a stuck up bitch who can’t handle being wrong,” he spits over his shoulder.

“I think you got me confused with something else, dummy.”

You slap the tip of your strap-on dildo to his thigh, and it leaves a wet patch from when he sucked you off moments earlier.

You spread his cheeks, exposing his hole to the cool air of your bedroom. He shaved, or maybe waxed, seeing as he was bare and smooth everywhere. You think it’s cute, how much he acts like he hates what you do to him, even when he goes the extra mile to please you.

“Look at this pretty hole, Hangman. Did you do this just for me?”

“In your fuckin’ dreams.”

“Oh, so it must be for someone else then. Phoenix? I bet she’d fuck you rough… or maybe it’s for Brad. Did you finally confront him about your little crush?”

“I don’t have a crush,” he grits out.

“How could I forget, you only have eyes for me,” you grin.

You spit on your fingertips and press them to his hole. Greedy as always, he pushes his hips back to meet your touch. Deciding to give him what he wants, you push a finger in and you’re met with little resistance.

“You’re so loose, Jake. Have you been fucking yourself without me?” His silence is enough of an answer.

Your middle finger slides alongside your index, and you scissor them inside of him to work him open. It doesn’t take long to get him prepped after you added some lube to your fingers to make it more comfortable for Jake.

Once you’re finished, you pull your fingers out and wipe the excess lube on the toy that hangs between your thighs.

“You ready for it?” you ask, like he hasn’t been needy for it for the past hour.

“Please,” he whimpers.

With a grin, you hold the base of the faux cock and press it to his hole. He wiggles against it, and you take that as permission to put the tip in.

The head pops in, held in place by his rim and he’s waiting for you to push further, but you don’t.

“Please?” he asks again.

“I’m only giving you the tip, princess. If you want it that bad, then fuck yourself on it.”

Maybe it’s mean of you to tease him like this, but God knows he deserves it.

Jake doesn’t argue. Immediately, he rocks back on it, taking the toy half way before he moves forward again. He takes it with practiced ease, and it makes you feel oddly proud that you were the one to train him like this.

“Just like that, Jake. Take all you want, I know that greedy hole needs it.”

He hates that you’re right, but it feels too good to care. He loves how you feel inside him. He wishes he could have it all the time, but he would never tell you that.

Watching his hole swallow up your cock is mesmerizing, and you don’t even realize when you start to meet his thrusts.

Soon, you’re fucking him hard, your hips slamming against his and hitting his prostate with every stroke. You notice his hips wiggling against the pillow, seeking friction on his cock. Normally you would reprimand him for that, but truthfully, you want to see if it’s enough to make him cum.

“Fuck, right there. God, you’re so fuckin’ deep, feel you in my goddamn stomach,” Jake babbles. “Not gonna last, shit, ‘m gonna cum.”

Jake runs his mouth constantly, and it’s not any different in the bedroom. He’s loud and needy, but the brattiness seems to get put on the back burner when he needs to cum.

“How do you ask for permission, princess?”

“Please, please, please, let me cum. I’m so close, I need it. I’m so sorry for being mean, I’m so sorry.”

It’s so satisfying to break him like this, and it happens every time without fail. Deep down, underneath that cocky smile and sarcasm, Jake is really just a big, stupid slut.

With a hard, deep thrust that sends your tip driving into his sweet spot, you give him permission to cum. His hands clench in the sheets and his back arches. It’s a beautiful sight, especially when he sings so pretty while he finishes.

Once he has ridden out his high on your strap (and pillow), he slumps back down on the bed in a post-orgasm daze. You hold his hips still as you gently pull out.

You leave him laying on your bed while you go to the bathroom to put your toy in the sink and get a wet rag to clean him off.

He may be a bitch and a brat, but even he deserves to be treated right after taking your cock so well. Jake lays still while you clean him, wiping the lube from his back and hole.

“Turn over,” you say, and he complies.

The cum covered pillow is revealed, and you scrunch your nose at the sight. you take the pillowcase off and toss it onto the floor before turning your attention back to Jake.

You wipe the cum from his cock with the washcloth, and he squirms with overstimulation when the rough rag touches him.

“Stay still.”

“H-hurts,” he whimpers.

You stop your movements. “Do you need your safeword?”

His expression changes, just slightly, when he realizes what you’re going to do to him.

“No.”

“Then stay still,” you smirk as you resume cleaning him, perhaps more thoroughly than necessary.

Maybe it’s payback for him ruining your pillow, or maybe you’re just feeling extra mean.

#top gun #jake seresin #hangman #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #top gun: maverick #top gun maverick #top gun smut #top gun fanfiction #top gun fanfic #kinktober 2022

[beebeetheclown]

Room Service

Summary: not really any main plot, you just work at a high class hotel Kendall Roy is staying at and end up in his bed.

Tags: Kendall Roy x reader, Kendall Roy x you, age gap, contains smut

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You were at the customer service desk of the hotel when you got the call. “Hey, uh my fuckin’ tv is broken. I paid what, a fuckin’ ton for this hotel and you can’t have a tv working?”

You were used to these types of calls, working at a high class hotel. All of the greedy rich people would only stay there. When they had one tiny problem, they needed to get it fixed asap, to satisfy their “high class needs”.

“Yes sir, sorry about that. I will be up as soon as possible, can I get your room number?”

The guy's voice on the other end seems less aggressive now that he hears your voice, “246.”

“Alright, I’ll be there shortly.” You say before hanging up the phone. You leave the desk and make your way up the elevator. You didn’t know much about tv’s and how to fix them, but your boss was kind of a bitch and made you deal with everything saying, “You should know how to do everything if you want to be a successful worker.” You had hoped it wasn’t too hard of a problem to fix, otherwise, the man would probably get angry with you and tell your boss.

When you knock on the door, it doesn’t take long for the man to answer. He is on the phone and motions for you to come in with his head. You recognized him. You saw him come into the hotel with two others, he was the one guy with that white button-up you had been eyeing upon his arrival. He was hot, you would be lying to yourself if you denied that, but he was rich, and by his phone call demand, you guessed he was just another snobby rich man he only cared about himself, so that turned you off.

When he hangs up the phone it gets quiet before he speaks, “So, they sent you up here to fix this tv I assume?”

You smile politely at him, “Yes sir, what seems to be wrong with it?”

“Uh, it doesn’t fucking turn on sweetheart, that’s the problem.”

You don’t know if you hated or liked his reply, calling you such a name.

“Well, let me see if I can try and figure this out for you sir. My apologies for this trouble.”

You take the remote in your hands and press the on button, facing it at the tv and waiting a couple of seconds.

“I’m not that dumb, “he chuckles, “I’ve tried that already.”

You don’t know what to say to his smartass reply. You had to remain polite, it was your job.

“Right, sorry sir.” You reply then put down the remote as the tv is still black. You walk over to the side of the tv and realise the on button is flashing red. When you click it, it turns green and the tv turns on.

You look over at him and notice that he has a small smile on his face and shakes his head. “That’s all I had to do?”

“Yes, sir.” You say and smile. You try not to laugh at just how clueless rich people could be at times. They are so used to having their maids do things for them. God, do they do anything for themselves? “It should work from now on.”

“Right, well… Thank you. For helping a dummy like me out.” He says with a smile, “sorry to interrupt your schedule.”

“Oh no sir, it’s no problem at all.”

“Are you sure?” He suddenly asks. “You can be honest with me. I’m not going to tell your manager if you break your little sweet act.”

You begin to feel confused, “I’m sorry?”

He chuckles quietly, “I mean come on, you don’t actually like doing this sort of thing do you? You look young, I bet you’d rather be out with friends on a Friday night rather than helping out people like me.”

You feel kind of awkward for some reason, “I go out sometimes, but this is my job. I enjoy my job as well sir. I’m happy to help.”

He smiles then shakes his head again, “how old are you?”

“Sorry?”

“I asked, how old are you.” He says it this time in a slower, and deeper voice.

“I’m 21 sir.” You reply.

“So you’re still just a young little thing. Poor you, stuck at work. I’m sure you’d rather be out right now, or at home?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” You say, breaking your little room service act.

“Well, when do you get off?”

You didn’t know what his intentions were at this point. Was he asking these personal questions as a way to flirt with you or was he just that clueless and how suspicious they all sounded.

“Not for another 5 hours. It’s one of those late night shifts.”

He clicks his tongue, “Poor thing. If I was your age, I’d be pissed off for having to do late night shifts on such a nice night like tonight.”

“Why, how old are you?” You ask out of nowhere, you immediately regret asking.

“I’ll be 33 in a couple of months.” He smiles.

You nod your head and feel as if you need to get out of the room now, embarrassed from asking him for his age.

“Well, I must go now sir, if you have any more problems, just call the customer service desk, we’ll be sure to help.”

“Alright, well thank you again.” He says. You had been with him for so long now that his voice was starting to turn you on. You keep quiet as he follows you to the door. As you exit, you tell him to have a goodnight and then walk away, not being able to be near him anymore.

His room smelt of cologne mixed with mint and wood. His voice was so attractive. His plain white button-up shirt was so basic but yet so attractive to you.

About an hour has passed before you are switched over to be the wine server in the little bar area. You liked this job a lot better than customer service. You didn’t have as many annoying complaints to deal with. You grab another wine bottle from the bar and walk it around tables, asking people if they’d like to try a glass. As you are pouring a glass of it at a table you glance up at the next table and see him again. He hasn’t seemed to notice you yet.

When you walk over to the table, you grow nervous then clear your throat before you speak. “Hello good evening, would you like to try some of our special champagne tonight?” You say with a smile that hides your anxiousness. You study the two other people that are with him. There is a pretty girl with short red hair and another rich looking guy with his hair kind of swept to the side.

“Well, look who it is. My little tv fixer upper.” The one guy jokes. “Did you get switched over to this job now?”

“Uh, yeah… they switch us around often.” You reply.

He smiles up at you and it gets awkwardly quiet.

“Okay you two have definitely fucked.” The other boy says, looking between the two of you, breaking the silence. You are taken back a little by such a reply. Before you can speak, the guy in the white button-up speaks.

“Rome, can you fuck off. Leave the poor girl alone.” He says, “I’m sorry about him sweetheart, we’d love to try some of your champagne.”

You just awkwardly smile then pour each of them a glass.

“There you are.” You say then when they thank you, you walk away. You pass other tables and just walk back to the bar and sit down. You needed to think of that one boy's snarky reply. Even if it was a joke, it made you think. Why would he joke about something like that? Did you make it obvious that you were attracted to his friend?

Before you can get caught in your thoughts any longer, the attractive one walks up to you and sits down.

“Hey, I’m sorry about him alright?”

“No, don’t be sir.”

“Kendall.” He says with a smile.

“What?” You ask awkwardly.

“You can call me Kendall. You don’t need to call me sir, even though I did get kind of used to it.”

“Okay… well, Kendall, don’t be sorry about it really, it’s no big deal.”

“He’s my brother. He can be a bit weird at times, says whatever he wants out loud most of the time, thinking it’s okay.”

You laugh a little, “It’s not that big of a deal, I mean it sir.” You pause, “Kendall, I mean.”

He smiles then takes a sip of his drink, “you don’t have a name tag, how am I supposed to know what to call you?”

You look down at your dress then realise you had forgotten your name tag, “Oh shoot. I usually wear one, I guess I forgot.”

He chuckles, “Well tell me your name, you can’t just make me guess.”

When you tell him your name, he repeats it again softly, “that’s very pretty you know? Your boyfriend is lucky to have a girl like you. A pretty name, a nice personality, and a nice smile.” He says. He was using the boyfriend trick. Trying to get you to say if you had a boyfriend or not by not asking you the question directly. He keeps his eyes on you, waiting for your reply.

“Oh, I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“No? How come? I’m sure a bunch of boys just go crazy for you.”

“I mean maybe, but I tend to turn them down.” You admit.

“Why?”

“I don’t know, they don’t satisfy me.”

“Don’t satisfy you?” He questions, “in what ways?”

You take a second to reply, “many ways.” You say quietly and smile.

“Oh, I see.” he replies, “what are you into then? Being so picky?” He jokes.

You don’t really know what to do. You consider flirting with him. There was no way he wasn’t acting this way for no reason. You remember hearing that he was only staying for one night as you heard him checking in. So if flirting with him went wrong, you’d never see him again. So you gave it a shot.

“Well let’s see,” you begin, “I may be into short hair. Maybe men that are on the richer side, with a nice voice and… maybe who also happen to wear white-pullover shirts.”

An evil smirk slowly appears on his face as he looks in your eyes then down at your lips. “Are you describing me? Is that what I’m getting at here?”

“I don’t know, am I?”

Your reply makes him hard.

“Are you?” He says lowly.

‘Maybe I am.”

He looks down at your lips again then lets out a huff of air through his nose, “You know, I was having troubles with my tv again. Since you're such an expert, why don’t you come and help me with it again.” He asks then his face comes closer to yours, “what do you say?”

You smile at him. Was this really all happening? Your boss would kill you, your coworkers would judge you for “hanging around” with one of the hotel guests. You just couldn’t help yourself. You wanted him.

“Sure. I could see what I could do,” you reply then whisper, “I’m happy to help my guests with their needs.”

He smiles, getting more turned on now, “I knew I’d be able to break that shyness away from you. It’s cute when you’re shy, but I have to say, I think I like this side of you better.”

Before you know it, you are following Kendall to his room. As you’re in the hallway, following behind him, he reaches back to take your hand. He is now practically pulling you along with him.

You wait for his key card to click and when it does, he pulls you inside. “You know, employees aren’t supposed to do this sort of thing with guests.” You tease.

He plays along, “what, fix my tv?”

You look at him then let out a soft laugh. “Right, your tv. Let me see if I can fix it for you.”

The both of you know the tv works just fun, it was fun to just play your little games. When the tv turns on you look at him before turning it off again.

“Hm, seems to be working just fine, sir.”

“How strange.” He chuckles.

“Anything else you need help with sir?”

“Yes actually, there is.” He steps closer to you now and puts his hand on your waist, “is this ok? Do you want me to keep going? You know, I suggest you do, to.. satisfy your guests.”

“Yes Kendall.” Is all you can manage to say.

Both hands are on your hips now, “I know I told you you can call me by my name,” he says before he brings his lips close to your ear, “but I think I like it when you call me sir.”

You take a deep breathe in at the feeling of his warm breath. “Make up your mind.” You tease and whisper back.

“I want you to call me sir until I tell you otherwise.”

“Yes sir.” You say. The reason why he enjoyed the words “sir” falling from your lips so much was because it made him feel empowered. It added onto this little cat mouse game you were playing, the little housekeeper and rich man fantasy.

“I’m going to need you to tell me exactly what you want baby.”

“I want… I want you to fuck me.”

He chuckles hearing you blurt out such a thing, “I didn’t know you’d give in so easily.”

“I’m sorry sir.”

“No, why are you sorry? I’m glad you are giving yourself to me so easily.” He replies touches your cheek, “I’m going to need you to take your clothes off, can you do that for me?”

“Yes.” You say quietly than you feel his grip on your hip tighten, “sir. Yes sir.”

“Good. Good girl.”

You look up at him as you begin to slide the straps of your little dress down your shoulders. He now sits on the bed and watches you undress, with an evil smirk on his lips. When you are left in your bra and panties he speaks again,

“So, a man has never satisfied you huh?”

You shake your head.

“Why’d you agree to come up here with me then?”

“Because… I think, you can satisfy me sir. I’ve got a good feeling I guess. Even though you are a guest at my hotel, there’s camera you know? They’ll see me go into your room if they watch it back.”

“Uh huh and that’s no problem. You’re in here to fix the tv, for about 30 minutes… or all night.” He says with a chuckle.

“All night?”

“Yeah, I’ll make sure I satisfy you baby. Even if that takes us all night.” With that, he gets up and then picks you up to practically throw you onto the bed.

You look up and see that he is now undressing. Taking everything off in a quick manner. He can’t even fully pull his dress pants down before he is leaning down to kiss you. You kiss him back, slipping your tongue in his mouth with need.

You help him unbutton his shirt then speak into his lips, “I want you to keep this shirt on, please Ken- sir. Please sir.”

“You’re something else.” He says in satisfaction. “Yeah, you want me to keep this on?”

“Yes. I want you to fuck me with your expensive shirt that you paid a crazy amount for because rich people are crazy.” You chuckle.

“Rich people are crazy?” He smiles.

“Uh huh. So crazy. How much did you even pay for that shirt, $100?”

He chuckles, “more than that sweetheart,” and he kisses you again. “A lot more.”

You whimper in his mouth. The fact that you were almost nude underneath a man that was wearing an outfit that most definitely cost more than your rent made you fold.

Soon he stands up again, removing everything now expect for his button-up, leaving it on but unbuttoned.

He pulls at your panties and you raise your hips so he can remove them and throw them on the floor. You can’t wait any longer and you arch your back and undo your bra yourself, throwing it to join the clothes on the floor.

His fingers begin to play with your clit then they slide down to your cunt. Fucking you with them lightly to get you ready for his cock.

You whimper our at the feeling of pleasure before he laughs a little then pulls his fingers away, to open the condom he had in his hands.

“You brought a condom on a sibling trip?” You joke.

“I bring one with me everywhere sweetheart. In case I meet a pretty girl just like you.”

This probably meant he has met up with a lot of women in his life, but you didn’t care in that moment. He was with you now and only you, that’s all that mattered.

He strokes himself a couple of times when he rolls it on.

“You sure you want this?” He asks, his tip at your cunt now.

“Yes sir.” You practically whine out.

He smiles one more time before he looks down and watches himself as he grinds his hips into you. He doesn’t go super slow, not letting you fully adjust to his size, he just fits himself all the way in.

You both moan out as your hips meet and he pulls out to thrust forward again. Beginning to find a pleasureable pace.

When you continue to moan out softly everytime your hips meet, he speaks.

“You’re so beautiful. So fucking pretty when your under me like this.” He breathes out as he ticks hair behind your ear. “You like this? Does that feel good?” His voice is a little shaky as he continues to thrust his hips.

“Yes sir. So fucking good. Don’t stop, oh please don’t stop.”

Hearing you call him sir while he fucks you, he can’t help but fuck you faster, in a harsher pace. He grabs into your hips now.

The sounds of your wet skin slapping together and his little grunts and breaths echoing through the room makes you through your head back.

“You poor little girl. Not having any guy give you want you need. You deserve everything, deserve to be fucked properly just like this.” Is the last thing he says before he is now leaning in and on his forearms, fully on top of you. His abdomen comes to brush against your clit everytime he drives his hips back and forth, making you squeal in pleasure.

“Oh Ken- I.. I can’t.” Is the only thing you can breathe out.

“Just a little longer honey. You’re doing so good for me, so fucking good baby.” He says in your ear before his forehead is pressing against your shoulder.

“I want you to say my name when you come,” he continues, “can you do that for me? Say my name when you come so I can never forget your pretty little voice call out my name.”

You continue you whine and whimper out and he feels himself coming close, needing for you to come.

“I’m so.. close.” You cry out.

“Come on baby. You can do it. Come for me,” he says in an out of breath grunt, “come for me honey.”

And that’s all it takes you to come undone underneath him. You grab onto his button-up and grip it hard as you throw your head back while sweet moans and whimpers leave your lips.

“Say my name, oh shit baby, please say my name.”

You cry out his name like you’ve never done with anyone else before “Ken… Kendall!”

“Yeah there you go, just like that.” He sounds more and more out of breathe now as he is coming close, sweat dripping off his forehead and landing on yours “Just. thrust like. thrust that.”

It only take him a few more thrusts before they become more sloppy and he is stilling inside you. Holding your hips so you stay still as he spills into the condom.

You catch your breath as he is still on top of you. He chuckles a little at how good you just felt and kisses your lips before pulling out of you and laying beside you.

“I could fuck you all night if that were possible.” He jokes.

You giggle, “well too bad it’s not possible.” Your roll over to face him, “I think it’s safe to say you satisfied me Kendall.”

He smiles and plays with your hair, “yeah, I could tell.” He teases. “You were so good. I think I could take you everyday and not get tired of it. You should come to New York with me tomorrow.”

You’re not sure if he’s joking or not. “Yeah right.”

“I’m serious.” He says with a smile.

“Ken, I can’t just fly to New York tomorrow. I have work, I have family, friends here.”

“Okay well how about a week from now?”

“I don’t know.” You laugh, “but for now, how about this. You can keep my panties, you know, for a souvenir.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He laughs softly, “I think I’d like that.”

He kisses you again, and you kiss him back.

A month later, you are in New York City, sleeping naked in his bed while he lays beside you, holding you close.

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Chapter 1 - Freedom

[chapter warnings: abuse, fighting, sexual jokes]

t.o.c ; >>

"Hyah!"

"Good!"

Sweat dripped down your forehead, soaking your hairline and traveling down to your eyelashes. The water nearly blinded you, yet you knew you couldn't stop. You swung the Windcleaver in your hands with terrifying strength, slicing the arm off of the wooden dummy as if it was butter. Your muscles burned at the feeling and nearly gave out after you had cut, but you knew better.

Don't stop.

A loud thud resounded behind you, and yet you did not turn around. You held the blade over your shoulder to protect your spine, effectively blocking the soldier who had attempted to attack you from behind. At his surprise, you were able to turn and use two hands to push the blade towards him, pushing him back against the sand floor. The soldier regained his footing quickly and charged once more, making you continuously block and parry his shots, looking for an opening to go on the offensive.

Finding none with your sword, you sighed. You blocked his blade once more and threw both his and yours to the side, following the weapons with a blow to his face.

Hand-to-hand combat was never your favorite-- it hurt your knuckles and it was just too much trouble. Why use your fists when you had so many weapons at your disposal?

You ducked under a punch from the soldier, taking advantage of the low point to hit his ribs. The soldier coughed and kicked out while you were still low, hitting your shoulder and knocking you back a few steps. You squared your stance once more, ready to charge again--

"Y/N! Y/N!"

A high-pitched voice squealed from your left, where the entrance to the training arena was. You dropped your guard after seeing the soldier do the same and turned to see a little girl, height barely reaching your hips, barreling towards you. You grinned and wiped the sweat off of your forehead again, kneeling down with your arms open wide.

"Kimi!”

Your little sister giggled and crashed into your arms, wrapping her own around your neck as you picked her up and spun her around. She held a piece of paper in her hands and once you stopped spinning her, she unfolded it and held it up to the scorching sunlight to let you get a look. On the paper were scribbles of color and what seemed to be three stick figures, adequately drawn for a seven-year-old such as Kimi. You looked at her and smiled, "And what do we have here?"

"It's a--"

"Family portrait." A slightly lower voice comments from the same area Kimi came from. "She says it's us, but I don't see the resemblance."

You laughed. "Hiro, she's seven. You can't expect her to be the next great artist just yet."

Hiro shrugged, feigning distaste although you knew it was all for fun. "I dunno. I think I did better than that when I was four."

"Not sure about that one. Last week, Master got on you because he couldn't read the ambush plans you had drawn up. Four wasn't your magic number and thirteen might not be, either."

Hiro scoffed and opened his mouth to rebuttal, only to be interrupted by the soldier overseeing your training.

"You were distracted today. You could have done better if you focused, Y/N. Get ready for dinner." He waited until you saluted him before walking away. You and your siblings watched him walk off, the large door closing behind him.

"Fuckin' hate this--"

"Hiro, language."

"What?" He threw his hands up. Kimi buried her head into your shoulder-- she never liked it when people were upset. "Y/N, we've been here for five fucking years. These people have kept us kidnapped here, and for what? To become their super soldiers? 'Protect Ganon, protect Ganon'. From what? There's fucking nothing going to tame that dumb pig in the castle. That one dude is not coming back to life.”

You could only watch in sympathy as Hiro ranted. You felt the same, but you felt like you had to keep it together for him and Kimi. If they saw you crumble the same way your pubescent teenage brother was, then you'd be seen as weak. They wouldn't be able to rely on you for anything. That couldn't happen.

"It'll all work out, Hiro."

"Doubt it." He blew a strand of white hair out of his face, crossing his arms. "Let's just-- let's just go. Time for dinner, I bet it's just a bunch of fuckin' rocks."

The events after dinner were always the ones you dreaded, and yet also looked forward to the most. Nights in the desert were always cold, even from the comforts of your room in the hideout. They chilled you to the bone, and could lead to your demise should you travel unprepared. The sand seemed to turn to snow and the dry winds did little to help, as did the thin blankets that laid across your shivering body in the rock-hard bed that you shared with your younger siblings.

Yet, you were alone. Free from the prying eyes of your captors, and from the ever-present pressure to be the strong one for your siblings as they slept soundly beside you. Here, you could relax.

Kimi was curled up in the middle against your side, still sucking her thumb despite you telling her she was too old for it. Perhaps it was to cope. You stared at the ceiling, thinking back to the training earlier today.

You agreed with Hiro-- what were you doing here? Of every child in the world, why did the Yiga Clan decide to take you three? What good could you do for their cause? Surely there were people more willing and capable of doing what you were being trained to do.

You took a deep breath and steeled yourself. You had to be stronger than ever to utter your next words, much less carry them out.

"Hiro... Kimi... Wake up." You waited for the two of you to acknowledge your presence. "Do you want to leave tonight?"

"Leave? Tonight?" Hiro's voice echoed back.

"Yeah, from here. We need to."

"But won't they catch us?" Kimi whimpered.

"Not if we do it now. The guards are switching shifts. Let's put on our suits and get out of here. And stay quiet."

All you heard for confirmation was the ruffle of clothes as Hiro and Kimi slipped on their outfits and packed their few belongings. You looked around outside the curtain that separated your bedroom from the main room. You watched the open holes in the rock walls that pretended to be windows, making sure that guards didn't walk by to see you up past curfew. Quietly, you led the two younger kids around the rock pillars that turned the room into the hellish labyrinth that had been your home for the past five years-- nearly Kimi's entire life. Your heart lurched at every ruffle the red banners made along the corridors as the wind breezed through.

The place was peaceful tonight.

You held your breath around every twist and turn, the fear of getting caught nearly paralyzing you— urging you to turn back and crawl under the safety of the blankets— but you pushed on for your siblings. Finally, you saw stars.

The entrance of the Yiga Clan hideout was so close. You could reach out your hand and be free.

You could taste the fresh air and see the night sky, the stars getting even closer as you stepped carefully towards the entryway. They seemed to sparkle in morse code, praising you and encouraging you to continue forward.

The small streams of sand falling from the cliffs above near the entrance stung your eyes and the dust clouded around you, making you squint. Only a few more steps until you're free.

"ACHOO!"

A loud sneeze echoed through the canyon, nearly rumbling the rocks and causing an avalanche. You and Hiro turned and looked at Kimi in horror as she bashfully held her nose.

"Bless me."

"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" A large Yiga member walked up from his position above the canyon. If Kimi wouldn't have sneezed, you would have passed him without being noticed.

"We were going to patrol the borders, sir." You answered quickly.

"There were already three chosen to go earlier." The member deadpanned.

"Yes sir, but it was deemed that they did an inadequate job. We were sent to resecure the borders."

The Yiga snarled. "Y/N. Hiro. Kimi. Where are you going? You can't lie to us."

"We're going to patrol the borders, as I said." You quickly picked up Kimi and grabbed Hiro's wrist, sprinting out of the entrance and across the soft sand.

Loud sirens wailed throughout the peaceful sky. The stars were blinking faster, as if saying, "Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"

You didn't need to look back to know that Yiga members were hot on your trail. You'd teleport, but Hiro nor Kimi had mastered it yet, meaning you'd leave them behind. They couldn't fight, but you could.

Suddenly, your eyes lit up.

"Hiro! Take Kimi and keep running!" You called.

"What?" Hiro replies as you thrust her into his arms. "Y/N, no!"

"Run!" You screamed as you stopped.

You turned around to face the swarm of members chasing after you, pulling out your Demon Carver and preparing to fight.

------

You were sore.

Your bones, muscles, head, everything. They ached.

It was a struggle to open your eyes, but you did.

Sunlight flooded through the window beside you. The room smelled like expensive perfume and food. Your eyebrows furrowed- the Yiga hideout didn't have perfume. The food cooked there wasn't good, either. This food smelled good.

Where were you?

Sitting up, you blinked again and looked out the window, your eyes adjusting to the harsh light. Outside of the room was a town. Sand sat in piles around the edges of the walls and on the yellow cobblestone ground. A cat, donning an emerald-studded collar, stalked around the corner, looking up at you and purred before running after a mouse.

"Ah, you're awake." A voice came from the doorway behind you.

"Where am I?" You cautiously asked, not looking away from the window. Your hand stealthily crept to your pocket, which held a small knife. just in case.

"You're in Gerudo Town." You finally turned to see a tall lady walking towards you holding a food tray, "You collapsed next to our ice house last night. Our ice keeper, Anche, fought off some pretty bad guys to save you. She brought you to us. She said those guys were definitely trying to kill you, probably still are."

"Don't scare the poor girl, Romah!" Another feminine voice came from the doorway. A slightly taller lady stood there.

"Oh hush, she'll be fine. She needs to know." The shorter one, Romah, waved her off.

"In case you didn't hear, she's Romah," The other one said, "I'm Olu. We've given you potions and such to help you heal, but you've had some pretty nasty cuts. You'll have to stay here a while before you go back home, it's way too dangerous to leave in your condition."

You looked down in silence, "I don't have anywhere to go, so I guess I won't be in a rush to heal." You shrugged.

"What do you mean, darlin'?" Olu pressed.

"Don't really wanna go back."

"Were you the only one there?" Romah questioned.

"No, I had two others," You explained, "but we got separated. They're my younger siblings."

"Really? How old are they? They couldn't possibly have gotten far."

"Thirteen and seven. I think they will be okay, but I need to find them soon."

"Of course, darling, say no more. We'll have you healed up and out of here in no time. But while we wait, have some lunch. I'm sure you're starved." Olu pushed the tray of food towards you and ushered Romah out, leaving you alone once again.

Your injuries were much more detrimental than expected, especially since you refused to rest in bed to heal. You had to move around and train.

Days spent with Romah and Olu turned into weeks, which turned into months, which turned into a year until a letter appeared in the town.

Kimi. How did she find you?

She said that she was safe in Hateno Village, having heard that one of her friends saw a girl who looked like you on her trip to Gerudo Town. She sent a letter in blind hope. No word on Hiro.

You stayed in Gerudo for four years. Four years since you had seen either of your siblings. Three since you began writing letters to Kimi back and forth. She was eleven now. You hadn't seen her grow up.

In exactly 30 minutes, it would be your 20th birthday, and you were leaving. After working the nightly love classes with Ashai and running the inn with Romah and Olu for so long, you were leaving.

After finally finding a loving home and family, you were leaving.

Your first stop was Kakariko Village, then to Hateno to find your sister. Then to the rest of Hyrule to find your brother.

You sighed and closed the curtains on your window, laying down and getting what little bit of sleep you could while being excited and nervous about tomorrow. You tossed and turned all night, the plushness of your mattress doing nothing to soothe your nerves and make you rest. Soon enough, the sun peaked through your curtains and you couldn't help but groan.

"Good morning, old lady!”

The door to your room burst open, Olu rushing in like a bull. She held pancakes with a lit candle stuck in the middle, running to your bed as Romah tried to stop her recklessness around an open flame. To your surprise, Ashai came in behind them as well, the two of you having become close as well.

You laughed, taking the plate from Olu and blowing out the candle, making a wish.

Olu sat on the foot of your bed. "So what did you wish for?"

"I can't tell you, silly. Then it won't come true." You said.

"If I were you, I'd wish for love. A fine, muscular, tasty man who'd love me," Ashai sighed dreamily and fell back onto the bed, "A man who'd love me day and night. Especially night. Or a woman. That would be nice too..."

"Alright now, she's still a kid to us." Romah chuckled, "I'd rather her not be thinking about boys."

"Okay, okay, mom." Olu rolled her eyes playfully, "Now eat up and get packed, you have a long journey ahead of you!”

With that, they left again, giving you your precious privacy.

After eating, you got out of bed and dressed in your Gerudo outfit. You packed outfits for every weather possibility in your bag as well as weapons, food, and other supplies.

You stood at the entrance of Gerudo Town with the ladies of the town who had become your family over the last four years, saying your goodbyes. You hugged the last ones and turned to Romah and Olu.

Olu was bawling, her makeup smearing on her face and your shoulder as she squeezed you into a hug. Then you went to Romah, who wasn't openly crying. She had tears in her eyes and as you hugged her, you felt one slip out and land on the top of your head.

Taking one last look at your home, you boarded your sand seal and set off to Kakariko. The journey through the desert and Gerudo Canyon was a breeze-- you were accustomed to the sands and extreme weather, but you were completely lost as to what to do when you got out. Your sand seal was useless once you left Gerudo, being unable to maneuver on the grass. As you came to your first settlement outside of Gerudo, Outskirt Stable, a lightbulb went off. You knew what you had to do.

You had to get a horse.

The stable hand at Outskirt had warned you of the difficulty of taming a horse, but you were confident. You had fought numerous people and monsters, what was taming a horse compared to that?

You scanned the open area around the stable for a few moments before finally locking your eyes on the horse you wanted. A beautiful light brown stallion stood a few yards away from you. As he turned to graze on a different patch of grass, you noticed white patches of fur against his muzzle and around his feet. He was absolutely gorgeous, and you wanted him.

You crouched in the grass, stepping carefully towards him to not make any sound. Training with the Yiga paid off for this-- stealthily sneaking up on your target. Except this time you weren't going to take out a knife and kill it. The stallion had no clue you were near and when you got close enough, you lunged forward and placed your hands against its haunches to push yourself onto its back.

Immediately, the horse began to whinny and buck, trying its hardest to knock you off. You held on tightly to his chocolate-colored mane, patting his neck to soothe him as best as possible. It wasn't working. You were getting tired, struggling to continue holding onto his mane, so you leaned down and wrapped your arms around his neck entirely, shutting your eyes and hoping for the best. He continued to rear up and buck, and finally, your arms had enough. They loosened and you lost your grip, sliding off of the side of the horse and hitting the hard ground below.

The horse was still reared up, his front hooves raised over you. You covered your face with your arms, preparing for him to slam down and crush you underneath his strength, yet it never came.

Instead, you felt a nudge against your arm. Peeking open an eye, you saw the same stallion hovering over you, his hooves now planted on the ground on either side of you. He was looking down at you with big brown eyes, head cocked to the side as if you say, "You good?" Slowly, you stood up and the horse gave you space, putting his head down in front of you. You quirked an eyebrow, petting his muzzle and he swished his tail in happiness.

"If you like me, then why did you throw me off?"

He just snorted.

You rolled your eyes and walked around to his side, swinging one leg over. The horse-- Taz, as you decided to name him-- walked to the stable with you barely having to control him, swishing his tail the entire way like some kind of giant dog. You registered him and after putting on his saddle and bridle, you set off to Kakariko Village.

------

Kakariko Village was a sight to behold.  The small town was embedded deep in a little dip of the mountains, the rocks themselves surrounding it on all sides. It reminded you of the entrance of the Yiga hideout, yet so much better. Less evil. You were glad that Taz stayed on the path well because you were having trouble keeping your eyes on the road. The area was just breathtaking.

Seeing the Sheikah symbols, you were taken far back. Further than your life with the Yiga, but to your life before everything went wrong. You got a glimpse of you before even Hiro was born, playing outside while your mother, a Sheikah woman herself, tended to the garden. Your father, a regular Hylain, chased you around as you laughed.

Suddenly, the village seemed more nostalgic to you. Kids ran around like you used to-- like Hiro and Kimi never got to. Hiro was the only one to get your mother's hair, and everyone around reminded you of him.

Shaking your head, you got off of Taz and led him around, searching for an inn to let you stay for a little while. Finding it on the other side of town, you didn't hesitate to ask for a room. The innkeeper was a nice man who kept yawning and hobbled around the front desk to show you to your quarters. It was just a bed and nightstand surrounded by privacy curtains, but it was enough. You didn't plan on spending all of your time there, anyways.

"We haven't had many visitors lately," The man, Ollie, yawned once more, trying to keep his eyes open and start a conversation. "Other than one dude that's been here for a few days."

"Really? Is he staying here as well?"

"Sometimes," Ollie responded, his speech slurred. Goddess, he was struggling to stay awake. Was he okay? "Sometimes he's here, sometimes he won't come back for the night. He's apparently a special traveler, according to Impa. We have to treat him real nice."

Special? And he'd be staying next to you? Wow.

"I hope he's nice," you mused to yourself, "Special people sometimes let it get to their heads."

"He hasn't talked to anyone, I don't think. Might be mute, might be a self-righteous asshole who thinks he's too good to talk to anyone. Dunno." Ollie sat back down at the desk and laid his head against his hand. In no time, he was back asleep. You sighed and left the snoring man to his nap, deciding to go to the stores.

High Spirits Produce was the shop that you decided to explore. You and Taz had eaten all of the snacks that Romah and Olu had packed, so you definitely needed more before traveling again.

You walked over to the swift carrots, wanting some for Taz, but they were swiped from your view as you went to grab them. Looking up in surprise, you came face to face with a pair of blue eyes that practically glowed in the soft light of the shop.

Those eyes seemed nervous, the person's eyebrows furrowing in some type of frantic anxiety.

"I'm sorry, could I have two of those? My horse is in the stable and he's hungry-"

The boy quickly slammed down a carrot and rushed to the counter, paying for the rest and practically running out of the shop.

Okay, weird. But he only left one...

You shrugged and paid for it along with the other items you had collected and left. Taz wouldn't be the happiest horse in the world- he always got two carrots. No more, no less- but you supposed that he would be subdued with an apple or two as a substitute.

Your mind went back to the boy that you saw. After many Gerudo classes on "men" with Ashai, you could tell that he was nervous and slightly uncomfortable. It was body language that the women were taught to recognize, lest they accidentally make the man uncomfortable. His shoulders were tense, the stress lines across his face were abundant and his lips were turned down into a deep frown. He didn't say anything to you, which led you to believe that he was just anxious. But about what? It didn't seem quite like normal social anxiety. It toed on the line of dread and pure panic- like the world could be ending soon and he was the only one who could stop it or something.

Shaking your head, you reached the small stable.

"Taz?" You called, "I've got snacks!"

Taz whinnied and you went to walk towards him, but stopped as you saw someone already in front of him.

It was the man from before. He had his head down, seemingly deliberately avoiding eye contact with you. In his hand was a swift carrot, a large bite in it that you assumed Taz had taken. He was feeding your horse.

"Um, hi. I don't think we've properly met." He jumped at the sound of your voice. Despite this, you still carefully walked toward the blond man. "I'm Y/N."

He hesitated for a moment. "...Link."

You paused, but only for a millisecond. That name was familiar, but from where?

"Link. I like it." You smiled. "But do tell me, I have a question."

Link turned to look at you, still on edge. "Yes?"

"Why are you running around here like a Cucco without its head? I've only seen you twice and you're acting like the world-"

"-Is ending. That's what Ollie said too..." Link sighed. It seemed as if he really didn't want to talk to a total stranger about his problems. You understood why, though. However, instead of saying anything, you remained silent, hoping that he would elaborate. After a few more moments, Link spoke up.

"Do-- do you know your way around Hyrule?"

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Beautiful as Ever

(istg coming up with titles is harder than writing the fic) Danny Wagner x Reader Oneshot Warnings: Angst?? Cursing, a lil drinking, ends up super fluffy

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You’re not one to regret things, but you couldn’t shake the nagging feeling of regret when it came to that night. The boys of Greta Van Fleet invited you out for drinks, an invitation you were quite used to. However a few beers later, you and Danny had ended up behind a locked bathroom door, making out and covering each other in hickeys and bite marks. Nothing crazy happened, but your head skills did come into play. You left quickly after, lying through your teeth about needing to help a friend through a nasty breakup. It had been 4 days, and you couldn’t stop checking your phone, praying Danny’s name would pop up. He hadn’t spoken to you since that night, and it was slowly killing you. You had been harboring feelings for him for the last couple months, and were starting to doubt if he felt anything towards you. Maybe you were a drunk mistake to him, or something he truly regretted. The thoughts wouldn’t go away, and as much as you hated to say it, you could barely function. Your phone buzzed and you excitedly picked it up, silently hoping it would be Danny. Nope, Josh.

Joshy: Heyyyyy, wanna go out tonight? Danny’s been acting weird and I’m hoping his fav girl will cheer him up 😉

“What the fuck.” You muttered under your breath. Josh (unknowingly) just confused your brain even more.

Y/n: Uh maybe (and you better keep this between you and me Kiszka 😐🔪) Danny and I kinda had a weird moment the other day and shits been really fuckin with me, I’m sure its nothin but idk

Joshy: Ughhhh just come chill with us, I think he’s just as fucked up as you are dummy

Y/n: Fine, curse you for being so convincing 🙄

You put your phone down, slightly regretting confessing your problems to Josh. You knew he would never judge nor snitch about anything, but you didn’t wanna fuck with the bands dynamic. You headed towards the bathroom, grabbing an outfit from your closet on the way. 45 minutes later, and you looked gorgeous. Maybe you put extra effort in for Danny, or maybe you really just needed to feel pretty. Your phone beeped with another message from Josh, saying that he was almost at your apartment to pick you up. You sprayed one last spritz of perfume and spun around in the mirror.

“There she is! Beautiful as ever!” You plopped down in Josh’s truck, and immediately smiled at his compliment. “Aww, thank you Joshy. You yourself look quite beautiful.” He pulled you in for an awkward hug, reaching over the center console. “Where are we going?” You asked as he started driving out of your apartments parking lot. “Same bar as usual, I just feel like switching it up would be weird.” He paused then continued. “Oh yeah, what happened between you and Daniel? Is everything ok?”

You froze, but quickly regained your composure.

“Uh, we kinda had a drunken makeout/minor sexual situation thingy in the bars bathroom a little while ago. It’s no big deal, but he hasn’t talked to me since. I hate to say it, but I kinda feel used? I mean, you know how much I like him.” Josh nodded. “I see. I doubt his intention was to make you feel used, he’s not that typa guy.” Before you could respond you pulled into the familiar parking lot of the bar y’all frequented. Josh grabbed your hand before you could unbuckle. “Look at me mama, everything’s going to be ok, I promise” You smiled at the gesture and nodded. He always knew how to comfort you, granted he had been your best friend for quite a long time.

You walked into the dingy bar, 80s rock n roll blasting through the speakers. You spotted Sam and Jake at your usual booth, but quickly noticed the lack of Danny. “Is he even going to be here tonight?” You asked Josh. “I think so”

You went to go sit at your booth, letting Josh order your drink. “Hey you twooo”. You sat down next to Sam. “Hey y/n, surprised to see you, you went all ghost on us.” Sam said teasingly. “Oh shush, it was unintentional.” An hour had passed by before Danny made an appearance. You caught his eye as he walked in and offered him a small smile, one in which he returned. He bought his drink and turned towards the table, sitting down next to Josh. You saw Josh lean over to tell him something, and Danny made eye contact with you. You quickly adverted your gaze and decided to talk to Sam about Rosie. After about half an hour, your phone vibrated in your pocket.

Danny: Hey, can we talk outside?

You looked at him and nodded, and y’all both started to leave the booth. “Where are y’all going?” Sam asked. “Smoke break.” You responded in a tone that shut down any further questions from him. You made it out the back door and leaned against the wall, Danny following after. “So why’d you ghost me?” Your boldness shocked you, but you were hurt and needed answers. “Y/n, I didn’t mean to. I just had a lot going on.” He seemed apologetic, but you weren’t having it. “You know how awful it is to be so in love with someone, and the moment they kind of return the feelings they fucking leave? I hate to say that what we did meant a lot to me, but it really fucking did." You could hear the pain laced through your voice. He seemed taken aback by your sudden outburst, but expected it.

"You're in love with me?" He questioned.

"I mean, yeah duh. I don't go around giving head to random guys who I don't actually like." Your eyes started to burn, and your face felt heavy. He was completely unreadable and it drove you insane.

He let a small chuckle, "I love you too y/n, like a lot."

Part of you couldn't believe it. You were excited and scared and pissed and hurt and happy and it was overwhelming. "I never meant to ghost you, I just didn't know how you felt about everything. I'm sorry." You nodded, a small smile creeping onto your face. You pulled him into a bone-crushing hug, and he rocked y'all back and fourth.

"I love you y/n."

"I love you too Danny." You mumbled into his chest. You pulled away. "So can we skip the dating phase and just be in a relationship? I've waited long enough." You both smiled and slightly giggled at your question. "Of course y/n/n, plus I think we’re past that stage." He pulled you in for a sweet kiss, one that you quickly returned. "Now can we get to my house because god knows I don't want our first time to be in that shitty bathroom." You laughed at his statement, agreeing with it. He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards his car, happiness and lust radiating off of him.

"Can you text one of the guys and tell them we're leaving?" You nodded and pulled out your phone, clicking on Josh's name.

Y/n: Danny and I are leaving lol, ig him and I are dating now?? Anyways, have a good night Joshy 💚

#greta van fleet fic #danny gvf #jake gvf #fanfic #gvf #greta van fleet #josh gvf #danny wagner x reader #sam kiszka gvf #danny wagner

[hearts4juzi]

HI.YOU FINISHED YTTD.WHAT DO YOU THINK :3333

I LOVE IT!!!!!!!! ITS BEEN FOREVER SINCE I LAST PLAYED A GAME LIKE THAT AND LITERALLY EVERY CHARACTER IS SO LOVEABLE EVEN THE ENEMIES... ITS SO AOUGHUHDSOAHG

also i love that our survivors (at least in my run) are fuckin -A police officer who shot an unnarmed man who turned out to be his childhood hero and is basically the mc's mentally ill uncle at this point -A chronic liar who is definitely unwell in some way and sees a shadowy version of himself and uses his possibly stalker ex friend's old name -A teenager whos background is a mystery even to her who has hallucinations of her dead best friend and struggles with violent guilt and occassionally tries to convince herself shes actually evil and hateful and her dad may or may not be a bit fucked up -and a twelve year old autistic boy

BUT GENUINELY AWUHGHGUGHG I LOVED IT SO MUCH I WILL THINK ABT IT FOREVER...

i honestly think our survivors atm ARE my favs (plus joe my beloved) but i also REALLY love maple, safalin, ranger, mai, anzu, and most of the dummies in general

#tzu asks #tzu rambles #giggling and kicking my feet thinking abt these freaks

[pinkrifle]

Hc’s for being childhood friends with randy?

HOLY MOTHER EFFING SHIT!!! THANK YOU FOR THIS REQ. ILY.

we ❤️ RANDY around here, folks.

— being childhood friends with randy!!

cws/tw’s: weed mention, but like, when is randy not associated with weed.

a/n 1: this is very ooc since i don’t watch much randy clips, but i’ll think about actually educating mysel before telling ppl i write for things 😭 so my fault, dw 🫶

misc. notes: reader and randy are 10-13

you guys are KICK ASS at kickball. everyone see’s hell when you guys are on the same team.

definitely the ones who are complete goof fuckin balls in the nice teachers class.

joking about starting weed farms or being edible dealers, always looking for random ways to get high (it never works)

sus ass jokes. YALL R ALWAYS SO GAY even if your making the jokes to the opposite gender 😙

assuming randy was also childhood friends with sharon at the time, your always doing the most annoyingest shit ever,,

making kissy faces at them and bringing them valentines gifts in the others’ name, they know it’s you but act flustered to humor you &lt;3

going over to randy’s house and cooking, he used to be a good cook .. uhhhhhhhh we don’t talk about that 🤭 but you do make dinner for him sometimes

doing reckless stuff, cheating on tests and usually getting caught. he’s a little ditzy so you guys hardly think twice about your dummy actions!!

y’all try weed the first time when your 13, absolutely euphoric and you have severe fkn munchies. definitely doesn’t start the farm until later but still, weed is amazing to u guys

rlly weird roast sessions, like your roasts suck but people will laugh a t anything you guys say so you say it!!

on halloween you guys dress up as weed leaves, your parents won’t let you dress up as it infront of them so you change as soon as you get out the house fr

if randy ever got braces (kinda unlikely but i thought this was funny) you would so rip on him for it, he would sound like shelly (even tho she doesn’t exist for many decades to come) and you call him all sorts of names. but without all the teasing you give him icecream and ice to help him with the hurting of his braces

i imagine hes like stan when he’s younger than 12, so you guys are like kyle and stan fr. inseparable besties!!

if anyone makes jokes about you guys being together (regardless if your a girl or boy) you will 100% hate that person FOREVER >:( y’all r simply besties.

a/n: holy shir this is actually so short. i’m so sorry lately i’ve been so tired but long requests -> easier to take care of, so thank u and thank you other anons for making ur requests long /gen

#（✿ ◞◟）🫧 marj writes! ﹒ #randy marsh #randy marsh x reader #south park #south park x reader #south park x reader platonic

[majoringinsarcasm]

Ya boy cried a lot today FUCKIN time to watch silly things

So I stayed for the entire stream. I’ve cried. So Much in the last few hours. And I am. Drained. I don’t have big words to say in a good way but. Rooster Teeth and its related productions have been in my life since a friend intruded them to me in 1013. I started with the Minecraft let’s plays and fell in love during extra life 2013. I turned to them during my lowest. I could open any video and feel better after a good laugh or just an hour of a podcast to distract me from whatever was happening in my life. I’m 26 now and am trying for independence that I have not had for many reasons. And I just. Am so grateful to every person who’s been there, the people who stayed until the final hour to the people who left. To the people who hated it after they left. Each and every person who has touched any production there. I can’t put into words. How happy. I’ve been because of the people who worked there. And I’m so fucking sad right now. But that’s okay. Because if they can last 21 years with a hope and a pipedram and bad equipment then I can do anything too. I just have to try. And I think that’s what I’ll take away from today. The things that I watched and loved and turned to for 11 years of my life all existed because people Tried. And I’ve cried for many hours and would like to watch something fun and silly. But I’m never going to forget anything about RT or the people who worked there and the things we as a community and audience learned. The happy and the sad the good and the bad the fails and the success. My life would be a million percent different had I never taken a chance on those videos and those big dummies who became individuals who inspired me and gave me comfort just by being themselves. To see change. To know that I can change too. To know that I can start at any time. To know I won’t be stuck.

I will miss them. Forever I think. And that’s okay too.

#roosterteeth #rooster teeth #achievement hunter #fucking hell I’ve been crying for HOURS #but I’m very glad they did this that they got the chance to do this #and show off and talk about each crew it’s so fucking special that place is so special #it will always be special to me

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Bo with a reader who has a song from a musical on repeat at full volume and keeps singing it over and over again and Bo is losing his goddamn mind over it. It's not even the objectively best song from the musical and the reader isn't even good at singing but the look of dumbass glee on their face because of the song is driving Bo even further insane. Lester even likes the song and likes to sing along, because damnit it's a good song.

Is this even much of a prompt? Uh IDK. Do you think Bo would wait out the song obsession (unlikely) or ban the playing of the song(funny)?

Oh my god yes! I love this idea so much thank you for requesting.

Musical Idiots: Bo Sinclair x gn!reader

A/N: I had so many ideas, stuck with a 2017-2018 classic musical (at least for me) and then a musical my high school did my last year. So sorry it’s so short 😅

Warnings: just cringy bad singing from the reader and Lester.

Masterlist

“You make my balls so blueeeee~”

Bo grips the handle of the screw driver harder in his hand.

“They’re hanging sadly.”

“What did they do to you~ that you hate them sooooooo~”

“Don’t run from me!”

“THEYRE ALL BEAT UP LIKE A TACKLING DUMMY!” You and Lester shout. Bo sighs and looks up at the two of you and the shit eating grins on your faces. He rolls his eyes.

“You guys have this whole damn town and you wanna be right fuckin’ here doin’ some worse than community theatre show.” Bo mumbles, you and Lester laugh before continuing your horrible number.

“You make my balls so blueee!”

“So please say hello!”

“And hold them! And fold em and never let go!”

Bo tries to continue working, the awful screeching of you two not helping.

“Any other fucking musical please God! I’m sick of this shit!” Bo cries out, Lester and you look at each other, you walk over to your phone and switch the playlist to a different musical. A smirk comes across your face.

“Mistah Billy Flynn and the press conference rag! Notice how his mouth never moves… almost!”

Bo groans.

“I’m gonna kill both of you. Should’ve never told you I played him.”

You laugh.

“I love this role, and the choreography! You must’ve had so much fun!” Bo sits on a fold out and you sit on his lap. He playfully bounces your leg to the song and hums.

“You only like this role cause I played it.”

“Not true!” You gasp, Bo raises a brow. You look away jokingly bashful. “Maybe it’s a little true..”

Bo kisses your cheek.

“Oh yes we both oh yes we both reached for the gun the gun the gun the gun the gun the gun the gun the gun the gun!”

“BOTH REACHED FOR THAAAAAAAAA GUHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNN!” Lester you you scream and burst into laughter as the ensemble finishes the song.

“You two are just awful. I’m banning the hell out of not only these songs but Heathers and Chicago in general. Find something else to make my ears bleed too.” Bo shakes his head and watches as you two gasp for air and tears well in your eyes.

#bo sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #lester sinclair #bo sinclair x reader

[butterfluffy]

“starry eyes”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· kid knows that he isn't the type to fall so easily, yet he still did, all because of those damned starry eyes..

⠀⠀➧ fluff | eustass kid × gn!reader | oneshot

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none, other than swearing...! mistakes may be present though.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀➧ requests are open! do send some requests for me to write!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: i realized that i haven't written for my husband yet so yeah, here's one of boa's competitor for the 1st place of big tits in the one piece verse. 🤪

   It's annoying. Kid is annoyed of it, very much. He hates how you ask him questions here and there out of curiosity. And no, no, it's not what you think. He's fine with the questions, but what annoys him is that you ask him your inquiries with those damned starry eyes.

It's filled with excitement every time and he doesn't think his heart can handle that precious, innocent look you give him.

He is falling in love with you because of them, and he knows it. Yet he just can't accept the fact that he fell in love so easily.

“Damn it! Where's my goggles at!?” Kid growls, looking around his workplace for his goggles. Wanting to start his project already..

And upon hearing his shout, you stood up from the corner you're sitting at when you were observing the red haired male, letting a chuckle out of your mouth as you approached Kid. “Capt, you dummy, it's hanging around your neck!”

“It's right here, see?” Standing in front of him, you then took his goggles, placing them back up to his face that slightly reddened like his hair from embarrassment.

“..Oh, yeah, I forgot it was there for a moment.” Speaking with an unusual low tone, Kid scratched the back of his neck and sat back on his chair. Taking various metallic scraps and junks and piecing them together..

“Hey Kid~ What are you gonna make?” You asked as Kid instinctively looked up to your figure, eyes landing on your starry ones.

Well fuck. Kid says to himself, feeling an electric current run through his system, causing him to jolt, not being able to speak clearly, only stammering an answer out of nervousness.

“I.. Uh, It's a—shit, uhm, I.. I don't know yet..!!?”

Raising your brows by his answer, you then busted into laughter. “WHY THE HELL YOU LAUGHIN'!?”

“Hahaha! Sorry, Kid. I just think it's so unusual for you to be stammering and blushing like that..!” You answered, snickering as Kid's blush grew redder by each second.

“It's cute though! Pretty unexpected for such a tough man like you, still, I like this side of yours.” You continued as Kid's mouth fell agape. A shocked, yet flustered look seen on his face.

“H-HAH!!? WHO ARE YA CALLIN' CUTE!?? YOU'RE THE FUCKIN' CUTE ONE HERE, NOT ME!” Kid exclaims all of a sudden, catching you off guard.

“What?”

Having silence take over the room, Kid snapped his head away from your direction, embarrassed as ever.

“Captain, did you just say that I'm... Cute~?” You cooed, tilting your head to the side as your starry eyes stared at Kid's that kept avoiding them.

“Kid..~! Am I cute? Hey, answer me, capt!” Asking him your question, Kid gave no answer, gritting his teeth out of frustration that he had a slip of a tongue moment.

“Kid, Eustass Kid! Captain! Do you really think I'm cute..? Heyyy~” Poking the man's pale skin, you huffed, sitting on the floor beside him, waiting for an answer that was never given.

“Kid,” You called, a heavy sigh leaving your lips, finally catching Kid's attention. “Was that a joke? Am I not cute for you?”

Asking your questions with puppy eyes and a pout, Kid hitched a breath, frowning as he clicked his tongue, “Tsk.. No, it's—it's true, yeah, you're cute. Happy now?”

“Yeah! I'm more than happy knowing that. Anyway...” Trailing your words, you hummed, staring at Kid who tried his best to not break eye contact.

“...Do you like me..~!?”

Dropping the question like a bomb, Kid exploded into a blushing mess. Incoherent words coming out of his mouth as he played your question back to the way the eyes that made him fall for you slowly fluttered as you spoke in such an excited tone.

He can't handle it anymore, he feels like his heart is going to explode if he keeps bottling his feelings for you up, so it leaves him no choice but to confess..

“..Ugh! Damn you, Y/n! Yes, yes I fucking like you, I fell for you because of that shitty eyes that gets me lost in space if I stare for too long!”

Admitting it all, you were then left speechless as a blush as red as Kid's hair spread on your face like a wildfire all the way to your ears and neck.

“..T...That—I wow, that's.. Unexpected? I... I thought you'd curse me out and say no but... Here you are, confessing to me.”

Breathing out with his nose, Kid held both of your wrist before leaning his close, red lips kissing yours then embracing you tightly.

“Yeah, I am. I confess that I love you, and no, I won't take your rejection.” Burying his face on your neck, Kid squeezed your hands gently as you sighed in awe.

“Don't worry, Kid. I'm not rejecting you, because y'know, I love you too..”

Hearing this, the corner of Kid's painted lips tugged upwards to a smirk, “Good, you better not regret this 'cause I'm not lettin' you go.”

© butterfluffy 2022

#ੈ♡˳· butterfluffy #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #one piece oneshot #eustass kid #eustass kid x reader #kid one piece #kid one piece x reader #eustass kid fanfiction

[jokesactorscryingobsession]

So I have Ideas...Twisted Metal has Sam Wilson, WWE Wrestler, and Rosa from Brooklyn 99.

This show might be small, but the crossover potential is large.

Here's what I'm thinking.

- Quiet and John? Absolutely Adorable. John not knowing Quiets name but knowing he loves her 🥲. Or Quiets brother somehow surviving and becoming best friends with John. And both of these idiots annoy Quiet 24/7 and she hates and loves it. Or maybe her brother doesn't survive but is a ghost. Same outcome tho, John and him totally BFF's. And oh my gosh can you imagine Quiet finds a camera and takes a picture of herself and John, so he has a new family photo 🥺

- Amber and Miranda? So Fucking Adorable. I mean Amber being upset so she tries to poison Miranda, Miranda being upset so she pushes Amber out a moving Truck. Absolutely Hilarious Couple Quirks.

- Granny Dread and how she reacted to the fall, became a Trucker Old One, raised Miranda, most importantly how she got the idea to write Car Sex For Dummies.

- Reader/OC fics where you survive the fall and make your own community? Or your a milkman with your own gimmick and badass car. Hell maybe your a Vulture, but you want to be better. Or your a cop who fuckin hates Stone. So much potential.

- Marvel Crossover where Sam Wilson is who John Doe used to be. I think with this one you need to mess with the timeline a bit. Maybe it's a No Superhero Au.

- Supernatural crossover where Dean Sam and Cas survive this world driving Baby and the Pimpmobile.

Baby instead of being all clean and sleek, she's a badass tank of a car with patch metal work and a grenade launcher.

Dean and John Doe randomly meet and gush over their girls. Maybe John is envious of Dean having family.

Bobby Singer being a Trucker Elder or a Map Maker/Information Station. Him and Granny would definitely go way back.

Castiel could be an Ex-Holy Man that ran away from all that crazy. Maybe he was supposed to kill the Milk Men that go by Hunters, but instead saved him.

Or maybe Hunters are their own group? They take care of the monsters for the communities. Maybe their heavily respected. And maybe thats another reason the walls are closed so tight, to make sure nothing gets in. Or for a NoMonster Au, maybe they actually hunt wild animals for the different communities or maybe they find the rarest items for you.

Dean meeting Miranda and flirting with her or gushing over just how badass she is. And Miranda showing Cas her plants which attract Bees. Sam learning how to make poisons and poison bullets, and blushing and uncomfortable every time Granny says something crass.

- And honestly I don't know if I'm cracked in the head or what, but the moment Stu met Sweet Tooth, my brain set sail on that ship. And I know others boarded with me.

I'm desperate....help...

#The show is so funny people would have so much fun with it #brooklyn 99 #twisted metal #sam wilson #rosa diaz #stu x sweet tooth #stuoth? #stu sweet #like “too sweet” get it? #stu tooth sounds funny #sweet stu is just a pet name #samoa joe #Amber x Miranda #Flower Power x Twister #Quiet x John Doe #supernatural #im an ideas guy #someone else be the muscle please #so many ideas

[im-a-matt-girl]

I need one where the reader is like a sister to them (like Maddie), and they're watching a movie, all together and maybe she sleeps cuddling with Nick

I'm a Matt girl too btw

Thank you<3

#MattGirls4Life 🤘

"Movie"

It's movie night at your house tonight. The four of us are sitting on your couch, with Chris closest to the windows, then you, then me, then Matt on the other side of me, closest to the kitchen.

"Whose turn is it to pick?" you ask, holding the remote out.

"Yours, Dummy," Chris says, not looking up from his phone.

"Wrong," Matt interjects, taking the remote from you. "It's my turn."

"iT's mY tUrN," Chris says in a mocking tone.

I can't help giggling. I'm obsessed with the way you all lovingly tease each other.

"Chris, shut up," Matt mutters, swatting the air in front of his face with the remote in a jokingly threatening manner.

You roll your eyes. "Both of you, stop," you say. "Just pick something."

"I'm kinda feeling something scary," Matt says with a devilish grin.

You turn to look at me. "You okay with that?" you ask me.

"Yeah, I guess," I shrug. I'm not a huge fan of scary movies, and you know that, but I don't want to cause too much of an upset. I'll be okay.

As the movie starts, Chris finally puts his phone away. Matt looks excited. I lean against you to feel a little more safe.

Every time a scary part comes up, I hold onto your arm a little more tightly, and lean against you a little closer.

"You okay?" you whisper to me.

I nod slowly, unable to tear my eyes away from the screen. It's like a train wreck; I hate looking, but I can't look away. I also don't want to seem like a little bitch in front of your brothers, so again I say nothing.

You comfortingly wrap your arm around me and hold my hand. "Just close your eyes if you get too scared," you whisper into my ear.

"Shhh, Nick," Matt shushes you. "This is the best part."

"She's scared," you say quietly, pointing at me.

I close my eyes, and I suddenly feel a lot sleepier than I thought I was. I drift in and out of consciousness as the movie drags on for what feels like forever.

Finally, the movie ends. I am awoken by the abruptness of Chris' voice breaking the silence. "Alright, I'm fuckin' tired," he announces. "I'm going to bed."

"Good-night," I hear your voice vibrate against my ear.

I look up at you with blurry vision. "Sorry," I murmur. "I think I fell asleep."

"It's okay," you smile at me. "Do you wanna sleep out here? I can make up the couch for you."

I look around the living room. "Wait, where's Matt?" I ask.

"He just left," you answer me. "Didn't even say 'good-night.' Rude."

I scrunch up my nose and laugh. "It's fine. I just don't think I can sleep alone after that scary movie, to be honest… Is it okay if I sleep with you?"

"Oh! Uh, sure!" you tell me. "Come on."

You lead me to your room, and you show me which side of the bed is yours. "This is my side. You sleep on that side."

"Okay," I yawn. "Thank you."

"Of course," you say. "Sleep tight."

I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow. Again, my consciousness ebbs and flows as I hear you go through your nightly routine. When you get into bed with me, I feel your warmth, and it makes me want to get closer to you. I scoot over and put my hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah?" you say, looking over at me.

"Is it… okay if… we cuddle?" I ask you. "Strictly platonically, of course," I add.

"Sure," you smile, putting your arm around me. "Good-night."

"Good-night," I whisper, already starting to dream.

#sturniolo triplets & reader #fic #op #ask #lovers-rockkk #pov: yours #criticism from requester accepted ♡

[clarks-letterman]

Wally anon: brainwashed fjdbdj VERY glad you convinced me to watch cause I really would've never anticipated it being so good otherwise. 😶‍🌫️ (I feel they should start doing that more often instead of interjecting with bs cause it reallyyyy made a big difference) Get ready for all the requests for him coming soon. 🫣 (but, yup, exactly. it's soooo strange h o w much emphasis they put on her when even Randy was not forced in 1/2 nearly as much, whereas Chad, by comparison, is such. a genuinely fresh & exciting character for the franchise, yet so little is explored with him)

Yesss. He's seeing the full. array of what a size difference can offer in the moment that you're completely wrecking him & he's soooo into knowing you being shorter than him but leaving hin feeling like THAT. Oh yeah, you start getting a little forceful with it & tell him he can't touch himself unless you say so. Possibly even holding his hands down so he won't be able to. 🥴

Will be looking forward to it when you do. 🥰 And he'll just keep getting better as long as he keeps getting more roles! 🙌

It doesn't even make sense either where the complaining even comes from when you see soooo many religious people/police officers/people in power/etc. (almost always straight) being the primary ones exposed+arrested for actually. heinous shit, but oh no dummies still out here using gays as scapegoats like gimme a fuckin break. 🧐 Them arguing about who's gonna carry you while you're still passed out is so dkfhdl. Such a deeply unserious pair.

I guess we could say this scenario specifically skews toward more traditional ghostly antics for the sake of it. AUs & all that. 😉

Will do. I'll leave a list at the end of this msg. 👍 (I think if they had expanded on his character a little to support his reasoning as a possible killer, it could've worked for sure. The vision is already there, they just needed to capitalize on it.) Oh, for sure, I'm right there with you. In general, I don't think enough people discuss how attractive Justin Long was & still is (except in It's a Wonderful Knife cause his character was ugly as hell in that dfkfhd). 😭 djdkdkd the 3rd really was. awful, but he was cute in it, I absolutely agree (& I really do hate how wasted Tommy was on ST when the actor discussed how he. felt Tommy was in love with Steve the writers fr can not handle Steve in a gay relationship smh). (lollllll don't remind me @ Marvel) but yup, definitely more an excusable situation than worse offenders. 👍 I have a veryyyy different Saw ranking. 🤫

Oh damn @ half of it being cut. Did he say why or was it just budget/time constraints? (omgggg please @ her. They fr did not gaf about her character if she's got this many issues) Yupppp exactly. I followed that production for the longestttt time & UD still. delivers after all these years. 🙌 Yupyupyup. Have witnessed some of this bs & it really does not make sense for me how difficult it is to just...properly tag things. Like, if the "x reader" is not void of any gendered emphasis so anyone can envision themselves in the fic, then it doesn't fulfill the classification!

Exactly @ practicing to improve. 👍 Had no idea you made digital art, though. How long have you been at it? 😀 But yupppp, he has had a t i m e with underwear that it's just more convenient to go without it most of the time (especially if he wants to tease you). Depending on the pants/shorts, it'll be extremely. obvious when he isn't wearing anything underneath. But he has nothing to be ashamed about. 🫣

Now, Xmas horror recs: the Black Christmasses (1974-one of the best slashers of all time, no queston, but very. much a bad vibes movie so might be best to wait to watch until you're in the mood for that; 2006-silly goofy gorefest remake, iconic cast, tonally the most streamlined but makes a lot of wild swings thay can. be offputting to some; 2019-controversial for its weird handling of politics/PG-13 rating &, to me, the weakest of the 3, but not completely without merit like some people discuss it as), To All A Goodnight + Christmas Evil 1980/Silent Night, Deadly Night + Silent Night 2012/Santa's Slay/Christmas Bloody Christmas (all varying in quality, but probably the best selection if you want slashers where the killer is. Santa/is dressed as Santa), Curtains 1983 (not really "Xmas," but the winter vibes are immaculate. & it is by far one of THE best, most underrated slashers; must go in as blind as possible), the aforementioned It's A Wonderful Knife (I know several didn't like it cause it skews in a more comedic direction, but I got a lot out of it + it's superrrr gay), Gremlins (arguable on this fully. classifying as "horror," but a PG rating in the 80s got away with a lotttt more than it does now + it has very similar vibes to Krampus), & Inside 2007 (less full-blown Xmassy as much as it is a veryyyy violent movie that happens to be set around the time; does not. miss with the gore, but it is absolutey visceral). There are others, but I wanted to try to limit it cause I've already gone on long enough lolllll. And, because it's already that time for me: Merry Christmas. 🥰🎄

my phone died while writing this so if these responses seem short it’s because i had to rewrite them sksjs😅

i’m glad you liked the movie!! can’t wait for the Ben requests because I love that loser sm🫣 Yeah I never got why Mindy was so obsessed with being in a Scream franchise, and that almost every line her character has is about movies/guessing the killer. It’s worse in 6 than it is at 5, mostly because she was supposed to be a killer in 5 if i’m not mistaken, so it makes sense but it’s also notably lessened. Chad is… interesting. He feels much different between 5 and 6, and I think it hurts his character a lot. also how does the dude keep getting up after have his shit rocked several times😭 like it felt comical that we basically saw his death scene and then “he’s alive!” Like… huh

Yesss he’s gonna be losing it over someone “that tiny making him feel that good.” (he sees anyone even a centimeter shorter than him as a midget sksjsj.) It does get to the point where he’s so needy and wants release the you do have to pin his arms down and even his hips because he desperately wants friction and to cum🫣😮‍💨

He’s gonna become an acting master by the time we’ve been through… (checking my notes… let’s see how many roles we’ve come up with so far…) 5,037 times!

Exactly, I wish there was more we could do about it😪 But they can watch me fuck/get fucked by a man atp… they need some exposure therapy to make it make some sense it their heads. I feel like they’d each carry half of you somehow, bickering until you can’t take it sksjsk. Super unserious

Yesss🫣 while it wouldn’t be much of an AU since it’s the same place with relatively the same rules besides how ghosts cum, it’s still a damn good alternate universe😮‍💨

I just wanted Ryan to be the killer because it would’ve been soooo hot. (Hotter than he already is 😮‍💨) Right!! Darry was my first horror movie boy crush and still ranks up there pretty highly (with Ryan being my latest.) I haven’t seen Wonderful Knife but hopefully it’s not too bad😂 You’re so right, I hate that we never got an inkling of gay/bi Steve because he definitely isn’t straight. He literally had a fight with Tommy where they looked into each others eyes?? Lovingly?? While they fought “about a girl”!! Seems like we have some homosexuals afoot.. Jkjk, but I do find it interesting that Steve/Tommy was such a tense pairing and then Tommy literally just went to be with the “new Steve” (Billy) when he came into town. Tommy/Billy would’ve been interesting to see for that reason, befriending someone because they literally are the worst (but maybe best, to him?) parts of his ex best friend. Plus the fact they’ve canonically seen each other naked with that one shower scene… where is some Psycho for the gays😪 (kidding) Oh, do share your saw ranking🤭 I wanna knowwww

Zach didn’t say why, not that I remember at least. I think it was probably deadline issues, though. Probably wanted to have it slated for a summer release to fit the theme and had to cut stuff. It’s a shame cause UD had years and an open development history to prove it. Exactly! I’m fine with x GN and x gender neutral reader being a thing to give it more specification, but I really hate that x reader automatically defaults to being for female readers. Whereas anyone else needs to have specific clarification on who it’s for. It’s annoying,

I’ve been doing digital art for a few months now. I’m still not good at it, but it’s such a big switch from traditional to digital. I used to be a fiend for traditional art, then I got an iPad months ago for my bday and for classes for more advanced notes and all, but I figured that the opportunity was there for me to learn, so why not pick up a new skill? Oh, if it was up to him, I could see wally forgoing any clothes at all because he really has nothing to be ashamed of. But you know, other ghosts could see him, so he wears the bare minimum. (Unless we’re talking another AU👀)

OMG TYSM🥹 this is too sweet and I’ll definitely be watching some today after Christmas festivities are over. We already celebrated with dinner here on Christmas Eve, so now it’s just the presents and stuff and then I’ll be free to watch some of these in my old bedroom!! Merry Christmas btw!! Hope you get Milo under the tree wrapped with a few bows😉 jkjk

#wally clark #wally clark x you #wally clark x reader

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time for an unhinged barbie rant lol. not really spoilers just my thoughts on the discussions surrounding it specifically on letterboxd. I love this movie and want to talk about the reactions to it.

a lot of people are genuinely acting like if you did not have a negative view of Barbie you're just as misogynistic as the right because it's "liberal feminism for dummies" or that the roles of Barbies and Kens are too cliche/unhealthy depictions of real world gender issues... guys it's a Hollywood blockbuster by one of the biggest toy companies on Earth about sentient toys on an island called Barbieland. did you expect Barbie™️ to read out Marxist feminist literature for two hours? did you expect cutting and innovative social commentary from a fucking mega corporation? personally? I think that's on you! it's borderline satire! lower your expectations for something that fell out of the capitalist machine maybe! there are phenomenal feminist films from smaller creators, if this movie really left that bad of a taste in your mouth please channel your energy into something that will bring you joy!

this is a lot of younger girls first exposure to someone influential (like Barbie, a real world famous image of an unreal woman) acknowledging the idea that a word for the nightmarish unseen cage they're in actually exists in the real world-- patriarchy. and a lot of women who have lived under patriarchy for years without consciously pursuing feminist spaces feel their struggles seen for the first time, through the lens of their childhood toy experiencing it too. it was very healing for a lot of people who have lived the terrifying and beautiful and painful and unifying experience of being a girl. so many families went to see this as a multigenerational bonding experience between daughters, moms, aunts, grandmothers, etc. hell my theater even had young boys clapping and smiling with their moms and sisters. you can't take that kind of joy from someone, they're always going to hold it somewhere even if you hold legit reasons to hate the film.

I personally don't care that it's an entry-level "patriarchy bad" popcorn flick. that is far more than we get from other big-budget movies catering to a female audience who just settle for ignoring the issue of sexism all together, or play it for laughs. it is so often in mainstream media when a woman character points out that patriarchy exists, the narrative paints her as some oversensitive SJW.

we also cannot ignore the big corporate elephant in the room. Mattel is stupidly allergic to the word "feminism" for a good reason: pretty much everything they make money from is built atop the suffering of women. they have tremendous ethical issues in their labor practices, with women in their factories living in absolute squalor. it's miserably ironic that one of the most poignant scenes in the film is where Barbie tells an elderly woman how beautiful she is, all while Mattel sells anti-wrinkle creams. after researching the company more I do not plan on buying these toys. my nieces can play with something else.

there is no ethical consumption under capitalism. there never will be. I can acknowledge that and still refuse this no-fun-allowed preachy-ass take that the movie is devoid of meaning and--more importantly--entertainment. it is fun. it is colorful and heartfelt and silly. just because you didn't have fun doesn't mean it is categorically not fun.

you can hate it for being just as shallow as some of us expected. you can hate it simply because it's Mattel pretending to be feminist while being a very unfeminist company and essentially mimicking more successful feminist works to save face. you can love it for being more adult than some of us expected with unique perspectives on the world from both real and unreal characters. you can love it for bringing you closer to your feminine family or your feminine self in a gentle moment of healing. what you can't do is act like there is 1 (one) way to watch a fucking big-budget mainstream film from WB and Mattel that automatically makes you better than everyone you disagree with who didn't watch the movie right or whatver. for Christs sake stop acting like your opinion of the pink toy movie is this most ascended and untouchable thing. you are not a better person for consuming media a specific way and you have got to stop thinking that you are.

#not tagging this just want to get it off my chest #shep talks #my inner child was so nourished by this movie and I'm not gonna give that up because it would make me a bad feminist or something