#queens center mall

[do-u-really-wanna-know]

so so so sad </3

[nycmixing]

Queens Center Mall // 15 Flavors // Frozen Yogurt

[princessslutt]

heyy, could you do sm with reader who is addict to make up and she buys a new lip plumper and give rafe a kiss, how would he react to the burning feeling ?

you had been begging and begging rafe to go shopping with you today, he promised you after he got all of his work down he would take you out to go shopping.

“rafeyyyy — cmon I’m bored! you’ve been working alllll day” he hadn’t really been working all day, you just really wanted to get out of the house.

“oh yeah, let’s over exaggerate it, princess.” you could tell by his tone that he was getting annoyed, and the way his jaw clenched. you huffed and stomped away to lay in your queen sized bed, that he bought you.

you were spoiled, got everything you wanted — anything that you laid your eyes on was yours. so when rafe told you to be patient you had absolutely none of it.

instead of acting like a brat, you decided to be good for rafe and sit still like a good girl.

you must have been waiting for awhile because you had fallen asleep. only to be woken up with rafe carrying you to the car.

“said you wanted to go shopping, that’s exactly what we’re gonna do.” you got overly excited because you had been wanting a new lip plumper for awhile because you ran out of your favorite one.

when you arrived at the mall, he followed you to the makeup store, arms crossed.

“rafe look! it’s the one i ran out of — can i get it please?” you whined, but how could he say no to you? he nodded his head and just rolled his eyes.

when he takes his card out to pay for the product you wait patiently for him to give it back to you.

you leave the store, practically running to the car to flip down the mirror in the passenger seat and apply it.

it was exactly the same one you had ran out of. the sparkly, the shine it laid on your lips.

rafe just though you were a ray of sunshine, he loved buying you new things.

“thank you rafey — thank you so much!!!” you smile, leaning over the center console and kissing him right on his perky lips.

“sweetheart, why – why is it burning?” you giggle at his words, rolling your eyes and smiling.

“it’s lip plumper silly. it’s supposed to tingle on your lips!” he glares at you, finding it impossible for a lip gloss to do that to your lips.

“never kiss me again with that on your lips.” he starts to drive and shakes his head.

you pout, even though he was just playing.

˚˖𓍢ִ🛍️✧˚.💋୨୧ ⋅˚₊

[redflagshipwriter]

Young lovers are shot by Cupid (he is now wanted for questioning)

“Suspicious?” Todd paused mid-pull on his smoothie. He lifted his face, surveyed the mall, and frowned slightly. “Who?”

Damian tried to physically point Todd's face at the incredibly suspicious man lugging an unconcealed weapon in public. “How did you fail to see him?” Damian demanded. The man was very nearly flouting public decency laws and wearing extremely unseasonable sandals.

“Whoa, squirt.” Todd tried to ruffle his hair. “What are you talking about?”

“Cease!” Damian dodged with a scowl. “How could you fail to notice such a person? Open your eyes and look!”

Todd sighed. “Who are you talking about?”

Damian pointed.

Todd's eyes glanced over the man without any recognition.

But the man looked over to make eye contact. His eyes widened. He looked delighted.

“Brat?”

Damian watched with narrowed eyes as the strange man gave him a mischievous smile, pressed a finger to his lips, and gestured for secrecy. Then he took the bow and arrow off his back, pointed in the crowd, and fired in one smooth motion.

The arrow hit a woman in the back, in the center of her chest. It flashed out of sight in the same instant.

Damian shouted and stood straight up. Food flew as he jarred the table. Heads turned to look at him.

The woman was one of them.

He stood, processing. There was no blood on her body at all. She was unwounded. He had watched the suspect fire an arrow in public into a woman's heart and she was unharmed.

When he did nothing, people turned back to their food. He stared in disbelief. The woman who had been hit leaned into her friend and said something close to their ear.

No one looked at the archer. The arrow- the arrow that he had fired was back in his hand. How?

He nodded at Damian and then he disappeared.

Damian blinked.

Clearly, this villain was supernatural or magical. What had been his purpose? Damian would have to track that woman down and see if anything unusual happened to her. As he watched, she laced her fingers together with her friend and walked away, laughing. His lips curled. Foolish. She had no concept of the danger she was in!

“The hell is up with you?” Todd demanded, sounding unnerved. “Hey!” He tapped the table rapidly with a hand.

Reluctantly, Damian sat. His brain was churning.

“Are you-”

“I'm fine,” Damian cut Todd off. He crossed his arms, as if to protect his own heart. “I was…. Mistaken.”

Todd leaned back. “If you say so,” he said, dubious.

He was missing something. He had to do research. As soon as Todd released him from the purgatory of shopping for a birthday present for Father, he went to the batcave and started researching villains who used a bow and arrow.

Unsatisfactory. He widened his search. Hits were few and easily discarded. “It was not Oliver Queen,” he muttered to the monitor with a sneer. It kept pinging helpfully that Queen was the most famous archer at the moment. “The man I saw escaped from a different off-Broadway musical than Queen.”

He needed to change his approach. He attempted to access the Mall's security footage.

…It was on a closed connection. Damian felt his lips thin.

Very well. Robin would go retrieve the footage, locate the victim, and see if the attacker appeared on camera.

[fetishfairytales2]

Sissy School, Pt. 2 (Story)

The next day, the sun was already shining through the windshield as I drove Brandi back to Huggies for her first day of Sissy School. I glanced at my precious cuck, all strapped into her car seat like the helpless baby she is. I had to giggle at her reflection in the rear view, dressed in her pathetic school uniform, just like a little doll. She wore a tiny plaid skirt that barely covered her pink pull-ups, those cute white lace stockings, and a pink blouse with "Teacher's Pet" written across it. Her blonde pigtails were tied with bright pink bows, making her look so innocent and sweet. Her pacifier gag, molded from Conner's massive cock of course, kept her quiet, but her tears said it all. "Look at my widdle Brandi, all pretty for her first day of school!" I smirked, locking eyes with her in the mirror. "Aww, stop with the waterworks, princess. You know you don't have a choice, so why the tears?" I listened to her muffled sobs and whimpers, like she could actually convince me to change my mind! "Bet you're gonna have a blast, silly girl! Stop being such a drama queen!" I pulled into the parking lot of the strip mall, where Ms. Becky waved eagerly. Seems like my sissy wasn't the only one excited for her first day of school!

"Come on, my little sissy, time to get you outta that car seat and ready for school!" I cooed, strutting over to the car door, my heels clicking on the pavement. "Look, there's Ms. Becky waiting for you! You wanna make Mommy proud on your first day, don'tcha, Brandi?" I knew this was the tricky part, getting her out of the car without a scene. I quickly unbuckled her, leaving her wrists cuffed to keep her from causing a fuss. I grabbed her by the pigtails and yanked her out, her little skirt riding up to expose her diapees. "Remember, baby," I whispered, turning her chin toward me, staring into her teary eyes, "you don't wanna be a bad girl and have Daddy hear about it. No more morning spankings if you're good today." I gave her a wicked smile, handing over her school bag. "Now, listen to Ms. Becky and Ms. Staci. They'll teach you how to be the slutty sissy we know you can be!" As Brandi turned, resigning herself to her fate, I gave her one more swift spank on the ass. “Whoops!” I giggled when she yelped behind her gag; “did Mommy accidentally spank your plug? Sorry sweets!” I watched Brandi slowly trudge toward the front door, her pigtails bouncing. “Have fun cupcake! Mommy will be watching all day!”

Oh my God, I was so excited to watch my sissy's first day of school that I barely gave her time to walk through the doors before I was on the phone with my girls, Lyndsey and Kylie! "You guys have to come over ASAP!" I squealed into the phone. "It's Brandi's first day, and they live-stream the whole thing! I bet it's gonna be hilarious!" I rushed home, poured myself my first glass of wine for the day, and fired up my laptop just in time for the show to begin. And there she was, my little Brandi, standing with three other sissies, all wearing those tiny plaid skirts and stockings, and of course, their diapers on full display. They were all standing in a circle in the center of the cute pink classroom next to their matching pink desks and chairs. I could see Brandi staring wide-eyed at the dildo that was suction-cupped to her chair.

Ms. Staci, looking all kinds of hot but pissed off, stood at the front of the classroom.. "Alright, you pathetic losers," she barked, "if your sissy pussies aren't full, they will be! You know the damn rules - nothing less than six inches at all times!" She was so over these sissies already! "Bend over those desks, now!" Three of the sissies quickly obeyed, but my little rebel, Brandi, just stood there, staring at the floor. Staci marched around the circle, noticing Brandi and looking pissed. "Sit. Down," she ordered, pointing to the first sissy, seeing a hole already cut in the back of their diaper. She checked the second too; “better be at least six inches long,” she barked, pulling out the back of their diaper to inspect. When she got to Brandi, she ignored her for a moment, instead making her way to the final sissy’s desk. “Diaper down, I want to check you. Spread them slut, you know how this goes…” The very annoyed teacher didn’t say anything else, instead yanking a massive black rubber butt plug from the sissy’s ass. “Quit your bitching slut, you’re not that tight anymore anyway…” Staci snickered.

"And why aren't you bent over like the rest of these losers?" Ms. Staci demanded, having none of Brandi’s sassiness! “Did I fucking stutter?!” the teacher asked, marching over to my little sissy. "I said I wanted every ass bent over and stretched, and I mean it! Got something to say, princess?" she yelled, her eyes daring Brandi to talk back. Brandi, trembling and whimpering, tried to speak through her gag, her eyes pleading. "What was that, bitch?" Staci screamed. "Don’t you know not to talk with a cock in your mouth, slut?!" She dropped the rubber butt plug on Brandi's desk with a thud, then bent my helpless, cuffed sissy over the desk. "Let me help you out, sweetie," Staci hissed, untying the pacifier gag. "If you even breathe right now, you'll spend the day in detention, got it?" She leaned in close, her voice a menacing whisper. "Now, listen up losers, when I say do something, you fucking do it! I don't care if your pussy is already stretched, or your diaper is full of shit. What I say goes! Got it?” All four helpless sissies nodded now, even Brandi!” Staci leaned in again, talking directly to Brandi; “and right now, I want the new loser here to stick her fucking tongue out..."

Oh my God, the tension in that room was real, and I was loving every second of it! Brandi, trembling again, barely stuck her tongue out, and Ms. Staci was not having it. "All the way, bitch!" she snapped, grabbing Brandi's tongue and pulling it out of her sissy mouth. "I want it all the way out, you pathetic loser!" Staci got right up in Brandi's face now. "From now on, you little slut, I own you. Me and every hot woman that works here, we're way too good for you, but we still like to play with our toys. So, when I say jump, you ask 'how high?' Got it?" With that, Staci slowly walked behind Brandi, her voice dropping to a whisper again. "Open your fucking mouth wide..." Then, getting tired of Brandi’s defiance again, Staci screamed in the poor thing’s ear, "DO IT NOW YOU FUCKING BITCH!" And just like that, my sissy's mouth was forced down onto a freshly used butt plug, which I’m sure she just loved. "That's it, bitch," Staci giggled, sounding so bitchy now; I knew I would love this girl! "Lube it up for this fucking loser, 'cause it's going back in her ass! Maybe this should be an everyday thing! It would help you make friends!" She wrapped her hands around Brandi's pigtails, forcing the sissy to deepthroat the plug. “Take it all the way bitch, you’ve already earned one demerit, don’t make it two because you’re not sucking like a slut!”

"Oh my God, is that Brandi?!" Lyndsey was laughing behind me, peeking over my shoulder at the live stream. I was so lost in Brandi’s suffering, I didn't even hear Lyndsey come in! We hadn't seen each other in ages, well, except for the weekends when she cuckysits Brandi while I'm out with Conner. I poured her a glass of wine and filled her in on all the juicy details - Conner's big promotion, how I wanted Brandi out of my hair more, and of course, the best part - enrolling my sissy in Huggies and Hunks. "Huggies and Hunks,” Lyndsey giggled, “why the and Hunks? I know it’s not the diapered freaks that go to ‘school’ there!” she laughed, waiting for what she knew would be a fun story. I explained how the strip club next door was owned by the same woman who ran the school and how they shared all kinds of staff. "Mmm, I’ve been to Hunks a few times,” Lyndsey giggled; “hopefully Brandi’s as impressed with those boys as I was! She plopped down next to me on the couch, and we turned back to the live stream. “Heather, I have got to see this, like, right now!”

By the time we got back to the live stream, Ms. Becky had taken over, and it seemed we were just in time for Art class! The four sissies squirmed in their desks, their poor asses all being stretched. "That girl, Staci, she's a real bitch," I explained to Lyndsey, pointing out the college-aged blonde. "But she's my favorite. She had Brandi in tears so fast! And the dark-haired cutie is Becky," I continued, "She's a bit nicer, but trust me, she knows how to have fun with them." We watched Becky hand construction paper and crayons, making sure to bend down and get cozy with each sissy. I burst out laughing when she practically smothered Brandi with her cleavage! "Aww, my poor little chastised cuck," I cooed, "She hasn't had any release in ages, and now she's surrounded by these hotties every day. They told me they all wear the same uniforms except Friday. Then they wear even less! Brandi is going to be seeing these girls every day in those tiny shorts and tight crop tops! Bet she's dying inside!" I took a sip of wine, loving every minute of this.

"Alright, my little sissies," Ms. Becky cooed, clapping her hands together, "it's time to show me your artistic skills!" Lyndsey and I nearly choked on our wine as she turned on the classroom TV, revealing a dick pic. Holy shit, that was the biggest dick I had ever seen! "This, my darlings, is Ms. Becky's boyfriend, Mr. Jerome!" She sighed, clearly proud of her well-endowed man. "Some of you lucky girls might even meet him during your 'Sucky Exams' this week! So, who can tell me how big Mr. Jerome is?" She scanned the room, ignoring the fact that each blushing, made-up face staring back at her was gagged. "Aw, no one knows? Well, I know you've never seen anything this big, unless your pretty little princess lips were wrapped around it or it been was fucking your mommies! No worries sweeties, I’ll tell you; Mr. Jerome is a whole nine inches! Isn't he amazing?" She held up a crayon and a piece of construction paper with a very evil smile; "I want each of you to draw Mr. Jerome!” Despite the gags, there were a lot of groans. “Aww, don’t be like that! I’ll tell ya what; the best little artist will get an extra diapee change today,” she grinned excitedly, “ and the worst…”, she paused, pretending to look sad, "will get no diapee change today, is going to miss recess, and get a detention demerit! Okay girlies, get drawing!”

As we watched the sissies scribbling away with their crayons, I filled Lyndsey in on the details. "Three demerits, and Brandi's in detention, where they get...well, I'm not exactly sure. She already got one this morning, so I'm curious to see what happens next!" I giggled, then explained the weekly 'Sucky Exams,' where the sissies had to pleasure the male dancers from the strip club next door. We held our breath as Becky announced time was up and collected the drawings. I just knew Brandi was in trouble when I saw her still frantically coloring. 

"Crayons down, little one," Becky said, tapping her foot. "Don't want a spanking on your first day, do you?" Brandi reluctantly handed over her work, her head hung low. "Let's see here..." Becky shuffled through the drawings, building the suspense. "First up, we have...Sissy Slut, and oh my, look at this!" She held up a crayon drawing, a decent attempt at capturing Mr. Jerome's ‘glory’. "Not bad, Slut, but it doesn't do him justice. Next, we have Jizz Bucket, and this one's a bit better,” she smiled, holding up a slightly more impressive attempt. "And here we have Cum Breath, who did her best!" Becky held up a third drawing and just shrugged. "But finally, our newest little one, Brandi…who doesn’t have a cute nickname yet. But she was working so hard, so let's see what she's got..." Becky held up a half-finished, messy drawing that was barely recognizable. "Well, sweetie, you tried…I guess Unfortunately, I think you'll be missing recess and getting a detention demerit. That makes two for you today, so you better work extra hard to not end up in detention on your first day! Okay girls, diapee checks and then recess…for everyone but Brandi! Remember girls, one diapee a day, so if it ain’t leaking, it ain’t coming off!”

Kylie walked in just as Art class was ending, pouring herself a glass of wine and joining our girls' day. "What am I missing?" she asked, laughing. Lyndsey and I filled her in on the drama, pointing out Brandi standing in the corner with her nose against the wall. "Looks like no changes for our naughty princess," Kylie giggled, "Good thing you plugged her before school, huh?" We watched as the other sissies were led out for recess, everyone ignoring Brandi. Then, Staci returned, grabbed Brandi by the ear, and dragged her out of the classroom, across the hallway, and towards the Playroom. "Uh-oh, I bet she's in for a rough time," Kylie giggled. "I don't think she wants to play with whatever's in there!" We watched as Staci opened the door, pushed Brandi down to the plush pink carpet, and slammed the door shut. "Damn, that girl’s wicked," Kylie nodded, clearly enjoying the show. "She's rough with our girl, and I love it!" Brandi, still gagged, barely had time to struggle to stand up before the door opened again. “Whoa! Look at those arms!” Kylie giggled as we all drooled over the toned muscles of the man who was standing over Brandi now.

"Recess for them, slut," Staci said, walking past the hunky guy and grabbing Brandi by the hair. "You, though, get to play with my friend here. He's the bouncer from next door, and since it's slow, he can join us for a little fun. He might not like sissies in pissy diapers, but he loves getting his dick sucked, so I'm sure he won't mind, right?" She smirked at the bouncer, who shrugged. "Perfect, let's play. Wrists in the cuffs," she ordered, pointing to the wall. The bouncer dragged Brandi to the wall, fastening her wrists to the fluffy pink shackles hanging from the ceiling . Staci returned with a vibrating wand, smiling. "Everything comes off, just the plug and cage stay on this loser," she said, standing before a sobbing Brandi, who was begging behind her paci gag. "First though, please, shut her the fuck up," Staci ordered the bouncer, who complied by ripping off Brandi's pull-up and spanking her ass hard. "Act like a bitch again, and I'll have every guy from the club here to treat you like a bitch. Got it?" she warned. Brandi froze immediately, terrified. "Now, your new Daddy here is going to remove your gag and strip you. If you make a single fucking sound though, he'll throat-fuck you till you pass out. Do you understand, bitch?" Staci asked, grabbing Brandi by the chin. Wow, this girl was rough with Brandi!

We watched, so excited, as Brandi was manhandled. First her cock paci gag ripped out, leaving it dangling around her neck. Then her shirt was hiked up, bunched up at her wrists, still trapped in the shackles. Finally, her skirt was gone, leaving her naked and vulnerable, her little pink chastity cage barely visible. "Won't be needing this," Staci giggled, flinging the skirt behind her; “not now anyway.” She smiled as she pulled on the shackles' chains to lengthen them. "There, that's better, princess,” she said as Brandi was forced to sit against the wall, her legs spread, her eyes wide with fear. “I know you're used to being on your knees, but we want you comfy," Staci mocked, sitting in front of Brandi. "So, a fun game for my little loser, then. Excited, aren't you?" She leaned in close, squeezing Brandi's cheeks, forcing her mouth open as tears streamed down her face. "First, Daddy loses his pants," Staci said, as the bouncer stood over Brandi, his pants around his ankles. "And I'll grab him like this..." She gripped his cock, stroking it slowly. "To get him ready for you, sweetie," she whispered, brushing the massive dick against Brandi's lips. "Say 'ahh' or I'll force you to." Before Brandi could react, Staci squeezed her cheeks again, forcing her mouth open once again, and pushing the dick into her, making her gag. "Good little bitch," Staci cooed, “you just keep that nice and hard for me!”

"Now, if your mouth wasn’t full,” Staci smiled with almost sadistic glee as she taunted the bound sissy. She looked like she was enjoying tormenting Brandi even more than I did! “I bet you'd be begging me to stop, wouldn't you, fuck-face?” She continued, “pleading with me, telling me how much you hate sucking cock." She held up the vibrating wand, her evil smile getting even bigger. "But we both know you're full of shit, and I'm gonna prove it! Here's the deal: if Daddy cums in your mouth before you do, you never have to suck dick here ever again. I promise! But, if you cum in your cage while sucking his dick..." She giggled, waving the vibrator in front of Brandi's face. "You'll be spending the rest of today, tomorrow, and probably the whole week in detention! Your Mommy did warn us you were a naughty little loser and that you would spend a lot of time in detention. I hope she was wrong! Oh, speaking of your Mommy, she wanted me to tell you a secret…." Staci looked directly into the camera, and winked! She leaned in close to Brandi, whispering in her ear, muffleing the words. I knew what she was saying; I asked her to do it just after signing the tuition check. Brandi's sobs turned into desperate wails around the stranger’s cock, her body almost convulsing in the shackles. Guess poor Brandi didn’t think our little secret was as funny as I did!

Out of nowhere, the ripped, muscular hunk grabs Brandi by the pigtails. "Oh I think it’s playtime!" Staci laughs. The bouncer grunts and forces Brandi's mouth down on his thick cock, thrusting until her throat is stuffed. Staci's giggles fill the room as Brandi gags and chokes, tears streaming down her face. "She loves sucking that big cock, huh?" Staci teases, egging the man on. "Fuck her throat! Make her gag, choke her on it, she wants it so bad, I think she's a slut for it!" Brandi struggles for breath, her sobs muffled by the cock down her throat. "Oh no, take it all, bitch," Staci laughs when Brandi tries to pull back. “You’re not going anywhere,” she adds, grabbing Brandi's head and forcing her deeper. "No vibe until you stop gagging and take it like a good girl," Staci whispers; “the game hasn’t even started yet bitch.”

"There we go, good loser,” Staci cooed as Brandi finally relaxed and let the bouncer use her throat without fighting back. Staci held the vibrator against Brandi's caged cock, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Mmm, that feels good, huh, loser? Mommy says you haven't been allowed to cum in months!" Staci turned up the vibrator's intensity, making Brandi's shackles rattle. "Aww, she loves it! Look how turned on she is! Such a good little cock slut!" Brandi, being her pathetic self, was actually moaning around the cock invading her throat! I thought back to when we dated and wondered how I ever put up with such a loser. "Beg for it, bitch, if you want it so bad! Beg Daddy for it!" Staci taunted, pressing the vibrator harder. The bouncer pulled out of Brandi's throat, and she sniffled, probably about to beg for mercy. But instead, he slapped her face with his cock and thrust back into her throat. "Aww, at least you tried, sweetie," Staci giggled.

Brandi was trembling on the brink of a sissy-gasm, her body shaking harder and harder as the vibrator teased her caged cock. The bouncer, a true alpha, showed no signs of slowing down as he pounded her throat. "Not yet, bitch," Staci giggled, turning off the vibrator with a fake gasp. "Whoops, where'd the buzz go?" she asked with a wink, as Brandi continued to be throat-fucked. "At least Daddy still wants to play!" Staci leaned in, her fingers massaging Brandi's throat while the bouncer's cock pounded away. "That's right, baby," she whispered, her smile sinister. "This is your life now. Mommy will drop you off here every morning she doesn't want to deal with you, and I'll let strangers fuck you however they please! You've got two holes, and I'll make sure they're both well-used!" The thought of Brandi being used like this every day sent a shiver of satisfaction through me. This school was everything I'd hoped for and more!

“Gosh loser,” Staci's voice took on a fake sympathetic tone. "I think I’m gonna make you cum while Daddy fucks your throat, ya know? Oh, and every time a real man uses your sissy holes actually. What’s gonna  happen from now on, is I’m gonna condition you, bitch. That's what your Mommy wants, right? You're gonna dribble sissy goo from that cage every time a man fucks you!" She shrugged, as if it were inevitable. "Of course, you'll go to detention after, 'cause no sissy is allowed to cum here at Huggies. All those other sissies? They come here, we watch them for their mommies a couple hours a day. They might suck dick once a week, but it's mostly just humiliation. You, my dear, are fucked though.” It was wild to watch the bouncer just endlessly pound into Brandi’s mouth the whole time. This guy just never ran out of stamina! I needed his number! “Your Mommy paid us to ruin your life!" Staci finished excitedly and I just smiled, sipping my wine as I watched on. The reality of Brandi's situation sank in for her, she was crying and fighting against her shackles now like she was begging for her life.

“Oh well,” Staci shrugged, without sympathy. “I guess it’s game over, bitch boy," she giggled, turning the vibrator back on and waving it in Brandi's tear-filled eyes. "Time to cum, slut," she smiled, "I want to see those sissy dribbles leak from your cage while Daddy fucks your throat!" Brandi's eyes widened as the vibrator made contact with her cage, her body trembling on the brink of orgasm. The bouncer, sped up his thrusts, his cock pounding her throat. Staci laughed even harder as she jammed the wand onto Brandi's spasming cage. "Come on, sissy, cum like a girl while Daddy fucks your face!" Staci taunted, her voice cruel. "I want to see those loser dribbles! Brandi's muffled moans and screams got louder until the bouncer pulled out, stroking his cock in Brandi's face. Staci's verbal assault didn’t stop though and either did the vibrator, "Cum, you fucking loser! Cum while you stare at the cock that just fucked your mouth! That's it, cum like the girl you are!” Brandi's body shook, her eyes rolling back as she leaked the smallest little puddle through her cage.

Staci turned off the vibrator and snuggled into Brandi's neck, whispering with fake concern. "Aww, poor thing. Did mean old Ms. Staci milk your sissy marbles and now you’re still feeling all pent up?" God she was such a bitch! "See, bitch boy? I told you, you love cock so much, you'd cum just having one in your mouth!" She winked at the bouncer and subtly grabbed Brandi's pigtails, holding her head in place. "Time to thank Daddy for giving you what you love!" Brandi, exhausted from her torment, couldn’t fight back as Staci forced her head down, and the bouncer went back to pounding his dick down her poor throat.

"Of course," Staci whispered in Brandi's ear, smirking with satisfaction. "After Daddy cums down your throat, it's straight to detention for you. You know the rules, no cumming for losers at Huggies." Kylie, Lyndsey, and I laughed, watching Brandi's mouth being used like a fleshlight, her throat gagging on the bouncer's cock until he finally emptied his load down her throat. "Three demerits on your first day, bitch," Staci smiled, very proud of herself. "Time for detention, loser!”

To be Continued…

[yovrnewromantic]

A KING AND A QUEEN —

THE LINE | Memories of An Old Friend

pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem!Henderson!Reader

words: 2.0k

summary: your final homecoming football game in Steve’s POV.

Mac DeMarco — Another one , Joy Ciara (cover) — The One That Got Away

Hawkins Highschool. October 12th, 85’.

Like usual, the Hawkins’ football team was losing. Despite how hard the seniors at Hawkins would pray, their beloved football team would still lose the homecoming football game. But Steve wasn’t there for the football game, he was there for you.

From the bleachers, along with the rest of the student body, Steve watched you from across the field, dressed up in white. All pretty like a princess, or, soon to be, a queen. Even from afar he could see he could see your giddy smile that you were desperately trying to hide.

Steve’s stomach did a back flip when you started walking down the field, mother and brother at your side, the announcer beginning.

“Y/N Henderson, accompanied by her mother, Claudia, and her younger brother, Dustin. After high school, Y/N plans to attend,” Steve couldn’t pronounce the name of your future school if he tried, “college and become an author.”

The announcement of your future was euphoric for you to hear, he could see it on your face, but that didn’t prevent Steve’s stomach from dropping.

He knew you were going to leave eventually, you had too much potential to stay in a silly town like this. Yet, hearing it out loud from someone else’s voice, not your usual sweet voice as you daydreamed with head in your hands on the counter of Family Video as Steve pretended he wasn’t listening, made it feel real.

He wanted to be happy for you, but the thought of you leaving him Hawkins behind made him feel sick.

“Y/N gives special dedication to Heather Hathaway, a friend who recently passed in the Hawkins Mall fire along with town Sheriff, Jim Hopper. May they rest in peace.”

Beside him, Robin shifted, and he’s sure that your little monster hunting group was looking at each other, but Steve couldn’t seem to take his eyes off you.

His eyes never strayed from you, even when you stood between Nancy, his ex girlfriend and your best friend, and Chrissy Cunningham, another one of your friends. You stood in the center of four girls on the homecoming court. He wasn’t sure what was wrong with him, but he couldn’t so much as spare another girl a glance. They just seemed so insignificant compared to you.

Steve swore he had never seen anything that could compare to the sight of your jaw dropping when the crown was placed on top of your head. Your hand went to grab your tiara, pulling it into your head tightly as you barked an incredulous laugh full of joy.

Applauds followed, but Steve swore he was the loudest, regardless of Lucas and Mike screaming a few bleachers below him.

After quick side hugs to your friends, Steve watched intently as you ran to your Dustin and your mom as swiftly in possible with your heels.

Pictures followed, and after a picture with the court and homecoming king, you were swarmed with a crowd of people. Steve barely made his way through to you, but when he did, he stopped moving, letting the crowd shift around him despite him feeling the world had stopped spinning for a moment.

Billy Hargrove looked at you like you hung the moon, and Steve wanted to rip his arm off your shoulder and replace it with his, but he couldn’t. He wasn’t yours, and you were certainly not his, the mass of teenage boys eager for a picture with you proved that. Steve wasn’t special, and he was delusional if he ever thought he had a chance with you.

Steve didn’t stay long enough to watch your eyes scan the crowd, looking for a familiar face. He hadn’t seen your shoulders sag in disappointment when you couldn’t find him, or the way your eyes brightened at the sight of him walking into the school, hands dipped in his pockets.

—

Steve’s knuckles rasped against where your desk had been last year, the seat next to his in the AP statistic class you had convinced him to take.

He shook his head at the memories of you tutoring him on the car rides to and from school, in the library, each other’s houses. He remembered the days your patience wore thin, the days when he stayed for dinner at your house so he could continue studying with you past six, the days you forced Dustin out of your room so you could get some work done, the days you baked him cookies when passed his tests. He’d survived the class with a C+, thanks to you.

Too focused on reminiscing, Steve hardly heard your heels clacking until you were in the doorway.

“Guess King Steve has been dethroned,” you said, sounding pleased with your own wit. The nickname he only let you call him flowed off your lips with ease.

“Finally,” Steve joked, turning to look at you. “That guy was an asshole.”

Steve watched as you place your bouquet of flowers onto the closest desk to the door before coming towards him, your cheeks looking flushed. He realized you must’ve rushed out to find him.

“Right?” you agreed, teasing. Uncontrollable giggles spilled from your throat.

It felt like a breathe of fresh air to have you this close to him, the closest you had been all day. Steve hadn’t really how much he had missed you. He took the moment to admire you.

Your hair was curled in a bun, strings of frizz framing your face, but not as nicely as the golden tiara on your head did. The tiara was like the final piece of a puzzle, completing your faultless look. You looked perfect, but something about your dress— the way it hugged your curves, how it showed the right amount of cleavage. Your dress made you look divine.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, Steve was sure that he’d get to see you in white dress again.

“I thought you left,” you admitted, an arm going to hug yourself. Your fingers brushed against your forearms for comfort, a nervous tick Steve had picked up when you two had gotten close in your junior year of Highschool.

Steve felt ashamed hearing your worried tone. He had thought about it, leaving and going home, prepared to call you later that night, ready to lie and say he had caught food poisoning and didn’t want to spoil your night. He was glad he stayed. If he hadn’t, he would’ve never seen how gorgeous you looked that night.

“Without wishing you congratulations? You think that low of me, Sunshine?” Steve whistled. He tilted his head, lips curved into a smile.

You dipped your head, but Steve could still spot your blissful expression, cheeks full from your smile. Steve swore he saw you blush at the nickname. Then, you looked up at him like he was something worth looking at.

With an ounce of hesitance, you shrugged, “What’d you think?”

“About what?” Steve asked, oblivious as ever.

Playfully, you rolled your eyes. “About me?” you huffed, gesturing your hands to yourself in emphasis.

Steve’s heart raced. The way you looked was setting off a fire deep inside him that he wasn’t sure he could ever put out. You looked godly, and if Aphrodite was real, Steve was sure that you were her favorite child. Steve would fight hundreds of millions of demogorgons, demo-dogs, any monster from the upside down to see you like this. Hell, he’d sacrifice himself to them if this was the sight that would welcome him to heaven.

But before he could say anything, you laughed, your normal snort that reminded him you were the same girl from yesterday; the same girl that almost crashed his car when he tried teaching you how to drive, the same that made him buy her books and milkshakes. The same girl who insulted his taste in movies and music. The same girl who saved his life more times than he could count.

You were the same girl he thought was absolutely perfect despite your, at least he thought they were, breathtaking imperfections.

Smiling, you said, “In all seriousness, Steve, my mom wants a picture of us. Dustin wants to be in it too, says it’s foreshadowing something. I didn’t bother asking what.”

Steve hummed, drawling closer. It’s now or never, he told himself.

“I think they’re going to have to wait.”

You cocked your head in confusion. For once in your entire life, you were the oblivious one. “Why’s that?”

“I want you to myself for a little bit,” Steve shrugged nonchalantly. “Is that too much to ask?”

Steve watched your lips part. You blinked, stunned, before brushing back a strand of frizz behind your hair. “N-no,” you stammered.

“No?” Steve repeated, your bashfulness giving him confidence. He looked down at you, eyes hazy.

“No, it isn’t,” you shook your head lightly. “It isn’t too much to ask. Not at all.”

Smiling down at you, Steve bathed in the way you watched him. He adjusted the crown on your head. “You look like a queen tonight, giggles.”

Mischievously, you rolled your eyes. “Really,” your voice was laced with sultry, “King Steve?”

Steve sucked in a breath. He ignored that nagging voice in his head that told him you were too good for him (you were but that was beside the point). He reached to caress your face, the thumb of his hand brushed your cheek. You leaned into his touch, and Steve watched as your eyes fluttered shut when he slowly started to lean in.

Flash interrupted the two of you.

You bounced away from him, but Steve stayed in his place. He didn’t bother to look away from you, his lips still parted as he watched your chest heave wildly as you looked at Steve’s cockblocker the culprit.

“Mom!” you scolded, rushing toward where your mother stood in the doorway, where you had stood minuted ago.

“Sorry! You two just looked to cute,” your mom apologized, unapologetically, waving the new picture dry. “Dusty had me come looking for you. He really wants that picture.”

You lowered your voice, glancing back at Steve like you didn’t want him to hear you say, “He couldn’t have waited five more minutes?”

Your mother pouted, Steve could see where you got it from, and her voice dipped lower in a whisper so he couldn’t hear. Slightly, your eyes widened and you glanced at the photo, flustered.

Hesitantly, you turned him, cheeks red. “C’mon Steve,” you said gently. “Dusty buns needs a picture.”

Steve chuckled, dropping his head before walking towards you, walking you back to the football field with a hand on your lower back, your bouquet of flowers in his hand.

Dustin gave him a copy of the pictures several weeks later.

There were two photos of you, him, and Dustin; one where you all smiled politely, Dustin on Steve’s right, you on his left, and another where you held an eye roll, arms crossed over your chest and Dustin and Steve argued beside you over something minuscule.

There was one of you two, both of you looking at the camera charismatically, a purple-pink sunset behind you. (He put the picture in his wallet).

The last photo, was slightly blurry, but that didn’t stop Steve from turning to red at the sight of his hand on your cheek, your eyes closed, him leaning in.

Steve hid that photo in a shoebox under his bed. Y'know, for safe keeping. And looking at it now, months later. Without you. He knows one thing.

He should’ve kissed you.

This has been in my drafts for a while and i was meaning to post this after i finished the line series or whatever but i think it it’s good and can’t make myself write sooooo… here! 🩷

[atinylittlepain]

Hayloft - A Joel Miller Story

Joel Miller x dancer!reader

series masterlist

Joel thought they were joking, really. But when his patrol partners lead him through the back of the Tipsy Bison and slip down a dim flight of stairs, he realizes rather quickly that The Hayloft is no joke.

warnings | 18+ smut (duh), angst, joel being a ding dong

a/n | thanks must be given to @pedgeitopascal for letting me take on this idea <3

songs of this chapter:

I can't quit you babe - Led Zeppelin

Queen of boredness - Kinny

Do I move you? - Nina Simone

..............................

Joel pulls on a faint memory at the periphery of his mind. A summer day in Austin, he and Tommy sitting on the curb outside their childhood home with their knees up to their ears, sweating in the stifling warmth of the afternoon. Barely-dropped voices murmuring back and forth as Joel flipped through the magazine held between them. He had been trying to act cool, like his first year of middle school had manned him up compared to his younger brother. But he remembers that thick heat creeping up his throat, and a flush that couldn’t just be chalked up to the Texas sun as their eyes roamed over bare bodies, spread legs, and faces contorted in what they supposed was pleasure. They had found the old Playboy tucked under their parents’ mattress, bored out of their melting minds and stewing in the AC. It was the first time he could remember feeling like that, somewhere between curious and uncomfortable, excited and ashamed. 

He thinks about it now as he experiences that same feeling, forty years and change later, sitting in the basement of the Tipsy Bison.

“Where the fuck did they get those shoes?”

“There’s a mall, 15 miles south.” “They didn’t sell shoes like that at malls, man.” Joel is inclined to agree with the man making the observation on that point, wearily eyeing the dizzying struts of heels on the stage in front of him. He only lets his eyes wander upward briefly, spanning bare legs, catching a glance of scrappy lace, before turning his face back down to the swirling whiskey in his glass.

Honestly, when one of the men on his patrol team mentioned this place, Joel thought it was a joke, muttering a gruff “yeah, sure” when they invited him along for a night at The Hayloft. But he realized he was sorely mistaken when the group of men guided him into the Tipsy Bison, promptly walking through the door to the back where they kept all their kegs and slipping down a flight of dimly lit steps.

He recognized a few people immediately in the glowing red light, other men he had been on patrol with, playing pool and smoking in the back of the room. But most of them were seated, eyes glued to the raised platform in the center of what was clearly a bar, beneath a bar. It took a second for his brain to catch up to a sight so completely unexpected. 

Swaying hips, curving spines, flicking hair, wandering hands, and dipping legs. Women, looking like something straight out of a porn film. 

Now listen, Joel Miller was raised by a mother who taught him to be a gentleman, and as such, he had never once been in an establishment like this place, not before, and certainly not after the world fell apart. But, he is a man, afterall, and he can’t exactly help the way his eyes keep darting to one particular figure shimmying around on the stage. So, as he sits amongst his patrol partners, taking zinging sips of liquor, he feels that familiar heat creeping up his throat, making him stiffen up in more ways than one.

The music changes all of a sudden, a man’s rasped shout and a dragging guitar riff laid over a slumped drumbeat. He recognizes it, though he can’t quite place it in the haze. There’s four women up on the stage, and while three of them step down, slinking amongst the seated men, the other one, the one Joel has been watching, crooks her arm around the pole he had thought was only for decoration. 

He no longer tries to hide his stare, watching the arc of her hips as she dips and snaps her hair out of her face, the thin fabric of what could only be described as panties pulling taut across the curve of her ass. She moves like liquid, curling around the pole and lifting up into the air, neck stretched long as she arches back in a perfect spin. 

“She’s good, right?” Joel glances at Harris, his patrol partner who just spoke, grunting something noncommittal at the man’s broad grin, not wanting to miss a second of her performance. And a performance it most certainly is. She’s perfect, glowing in the faint red lights of the bar, every outstretched leg, every twist and bend, radiant and divine. Suspended in air, one arm elongated, before tracing a line of desire with her palm dragging down her bare torso, hips swerving obscenely up into the flicker of her fingertips. And then, with the next staggering string of guitar chords, she drops, catching herself at just the last moment. A delicate heel is lowered, followed by the other as the room resounds in applause, Joel only now realizing that he needs to pick his jaw up off the table. 

The track changes, a stilted rhythm that she starts to bob her head side to side to as she steps down off the stage. Even her walk is like a dance, hips swaying, hands grazing the sides of her bare thighs as she moves, and Joel realizes too late that she’s coming directly toward their table.

“Harris, who’s your friend?” 

“Cherry, this is Joel Miller. He’s new in town. Joel, this is Cherry.” She tilts her head at him, a simpering smile crinkling her eyes as she leans forward, breasts all but spilling out of the cups of her bra. Joel stutters into motion when it clicks in his brain that she’s holding out her hand for him to shake, his palm sliding against hers in a firm squeeze.

“Nice to meet you, Joel Miller. What’d you think of the show?” He has to clear his throat a few times before he speaks, an icy heat prickling the back of his neck all the while.

“I, um– you’re something else.” Jesus fucking christ, that’s the best you could do? She, however, seems to like his answer, smile broadening into a grin.

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Well, if you gentlemen will excuse me–” Her eyes glance down and back up to Joel, twice, and he only figures out that it’s because he’s still holding her hand when she gives his palm another squeeze. He’s quick to let go of her hand, though he wishes he hadn’t. But his dismay dissolves with the sight of her walking away, and the way her ass shakes with each sublime step. He cranes his neck, only catching a glimpse of her slipping through a door in the back of the bar. 

“Easy, Miller. You can look, but you can’t touch.”

“Where’s that door go?” Harris laughs, shaking his head.

“Look, man, don’t worry about that. Everyone falls in love with Cherry when they first see her. But it’ll pass. She’s off-limits.”

“Why?” Harris shrugs.

“She just is. They all are. Keeps things civil, y’know?” Joel has no interest in being civil, not right now. He hasn’t wanted something this bad in a long time, and even though Harris tries to call him back, he doesn’t so much as tilt his head in acknowledgement as he wades through the simmering haze of the bar toward the door he saw her go through. 

He only briefly wonders at just how big this basement is when he shoulders through the door and into a dimly lit hallway.

“Nat, is that you? Did your set finish already?” Her voice is coming from behind a cracked door further down the hallway, which Joel follows with little thought to it. 

“What the fuck?” It’s a blurry string of events. He catches the quickest glimpse of her when he sidesteps through the door, seeing her standing in front of a mirror, her bra loose and unfastened, hanging on her shoulders. But it becomes apparent pretty fast that this was possibly the stupidest (and creepiest) way he could have tried to get her attention when she catches sight of him in the periphery of the mirror, whipping around and startling a few feet back before hurling something small at him that still hurts like hell when it makes contact with his forehead.

“Jesus– shit!” He instinctively curls over himself, one hand on his thigh and the other pressing into the spot just above his eyebrow that seems to be bleeding from what he now sees was a hairbrush.

“What the hell is your problem, man? You thought you could get an extra look? You think you’re special, huh? Is that it?” His head is reeling, and it’s all he can do to straighten back up, still applying pressure to his well-deserved wound. In the time it’s taken him to collect himself, she’s slipped a robe on, tied close and tight around her waist.

“N-no, no. That isn’t– I just– wanted to talk, um, to you.” He feels like he’s got cotton in his mouth, gumming up his words and drying out his throat until it all comes out garbled and wrong. She lets out a bitter laugh, brushing past him and opening the door wider, fixing him with a hard look.

“Yeah, nice try, buddy. But I’ve heard that one before, and lemme tell you, that’s not how this works. Now get out.” She doesn’t have to tell him twice, Joel shuffling through the door, though he stops for a moment to say something.

“I’m– I���m sorry, ma’am. I don’t know what I was thinking. But I swear, this ain’t how I am, normally. Fuck– I’m just– I’m sorry.” He doesn’t wait around for a response from her, hurrying back down the hall and out into the bar, not even looking for Harris as he makes a beeline for the stairs, taking them two at a time and getting the fuck out of the Hayloft and the Tipsy Bison.

The fresh night air is something of a relief, though Joel is still mortified, thick and heavy guilt settling in his bones as he stumbles home. He realizes now that he had been a fucking fool, thinking that she had, what? Been flirting with him? He scoffs to himself, knowing that it had just been a part of her act, her performance. And Joel bought it, hook, line, and sinker. 

When he gets home, he takes a shower, scrubbing harshly at his skin, trying to clean away the sickening shame settled just beneath the surface. He knew better, he was raised better, and he’s horrified with himself that even at his age, he wound up thinking with his dick rather than his mind. Looking in the mirror, he sees the sizable cut, just over his left eyebrow, what will serve as a reminder to him to not get distracted by pretty, shiny things. 

He doesn’t sleep well, tossing and turning in his sheets. The only real conclusion he reaches is that he’ll never set foot in the Tipsy Bison, or the Hayloft, again.

…

Joel is not having a good morning. Normally he’d feel at least a twinge of contentment in working at the stables, but today, the only thing he can focus on is his pounding headache and the embarrassing memory of last night. 

He had only barely escaped Ellie’s questioning earlier this morning when she came downstairs and into the kitchen, telling him that he “seemed pissier than usual” before asking him where he got “that dinky little cut.” 

Luckily, working the stables usually means he doesn’t have to talk to anyone except for the horses, the quiet tasks helping somewhat to ease his mind. His relief is short-lived, however, when he hears a newly familiar voice nearing the stables. Sure enough, when he peers out of the stables, he sees her, leading one of the new colts around the pen. While she looks a lot different than how she did last night, blue jeans and a ratty work coat hiding her figure, Joel would recognize that smile anywhere. Before he can return to hauling sacks of feed around, her eyes catch his, and she clearly does a double take, squinting at him in the morning sun. 

“Hey.” A single word, a jerk of her chin, and then she’s walking over to him, and Joel suddenly has no clue what to do with his hands, shoving them deep in the front pockets of his jeans.

“I wanted to talk to you.” She crosses her arms over her chest, head tilted as she stands before him. Joel has enough sense this morning not to come off like a total fool.

“Again, I’m real sorry about last night. I wasn’t thinking, at all. It won’t happen again, I promise.” She sighs, toeing her boot into the dirt before glancing back up at him.

“Thank you for your apology. It’s fine, really. You weren’t the first, and lord knows you won’t be the last. I guess it kinda comes with the territory.” The laugh she lets out is clipped, clearly trying to hide the sore tinge to her words.

“Y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever been called ma’am before.” It’s unexpected, the wry crook of her smile as she says it, and Joel has to huff out a laugh, rocking a bit on his heels. But his laugh fizzles out when she brushes her fingers over his forehead, leaning up and tracing his cut.

“That hairbrush did a little number on you, huh? Sorry about that.” Her touch is gone as quick as it had been there, but the warmth creeping across his face remains.

“S’alright. Reckon I deserved it anyways.” That earns him another smile and a light laugh.

“Yeah, I guess you did.” Her words come out airy, the quirk of her grin telling him that she means it as much as she’s joking about it, and it emboldens him just enough to say something else.

“Can I ask you something?” She purses her lips, squinting up at him.

“You can ask, and maybe I’ll answer.” 

“How come I’ve never seen you around before?”

“You’re new, right? It may be a small town, but everyone works. I’ve been here for years and there’s probably still folks I don’t know just because we’re on different work schedules.” 

“And is that– what you do at the bar– is that work?” She hums at his question, all smiles when she answers.

“Did that look like work to you?” His mind darts back to last night, her performance, and he has to swallow hard around the memory. She huffs out a laugh when he remains silent.

“No, that’s not work. Just a little fun, an escape, y’know? Forget about everything going on up above ground for a while.” He nods, certainly being able to understand the desire to forget the world, even for a few hours. They stand in silence, a hiccup of time, just looking at each other, which she breaks with a sigh.

“Well, I better get back to work. But, are we good?” 

“Think that’s for you to decide, ma’am.” The laugh that coaxes out of her is different, fuller, as she tosses her head back, eyes crinkling up when she does look at him again.

“Hmm, yeah, I’d say we’re good. See you around, Joel.” With that, she turns on her heel, heading back out to the horsepen. But Joel still has another question for her.

“Wait– that’s not your real name, is it? Cherry?” She grins over her shoulder at him, shrugging a little.

“Why don’t you come see another show sometime? Maybe I’ll answer your question then.” 

…

He recognizes the music immediately. Nina Simone, something his mother liked to spin on the old record player in the living room, snapping and popping with the drawl of the needle. But his mother is the last thing he’d like to think about right now. 

He went alone this time, ducking down the stairs and sitting on a stool at the bar, using a glass of whiskey in his hand as an anchor as his eyes scanned the murky room. He feels his heart sink when he doesn’t see her up on the stage, nor in the crowd, but his disappointment fades when someone taps him on the shoulder, making him turn around in his seat. 

“Hey, you came.” She’s in those same damn, mile-high shoes, that same little black set. But Joel has resolved himself this time to be a gentleman, and as such he keeps his eyes upward, as best he can. 

“I was looking for you– wasn’t sure if I came on the wrong night.” Her smile is tinged red by the lights of the bar, eyes glimmering in the haze.

“Well, you actually just missed my set.” He feels his shoulders slump at that, only a little embarrassed by his clear display of discontent and the way that she catches it with a laugh.

“But, if you’d like, I could show you what you missed.” He doesn’t think he heard her right, his head ducking a bit, eyes squinting at her easy grin. She brings a hand to his bicep, fingers trailing down until they’re tangling with his and she starts walking backwards. It’s all Joel can do to shuffle along to her gentle tug, his brain short-circuiting all over again. 

She pulls him through the backdoor, and then through the same door he had so witlessly stepped through the last time. He actually gets a good look at the room this time, what appears to be a makeshift dressing room, a few mirrors propped against one wall, clothes slung on a coat rack, and a ratty couch pushed into the corner. She drags him inside, Joel all but stumbling over his feet as she gives him a light shove down onto the couch, taking a few steps back and resting her hands on her hips. The music is only a faint throb through the walls now, quiet enough that he can hear his heartbeat kicking and quickening, blood rushing.

Her hips already have a little sway in them, the ghost of a smile as she keeps her eyes on him, and Joel muses to himself that whatever this is, it’s all going to be on her terms, always. 

“Since I don’t have the pole, I’ll have to improvise a little bit, that ok with you?” Worried that his voice would betray him, he just nods, the sound of her laugh relaxing his shoulders from where they had been pinned up by his ears. 

“Besides, I don't think those men out there really care about the moves, so long as my ass and tits are out. But I’m an artist, y’know? I care.” As if to emphasize her point, she steps one foot out, arcing her hips in a circle, and arching her back, her ass on perfect display as she grins over her shoulder at him. All Joel can think is that this must be a dream, that there’s no way this is actually happening. But seeing her dance up close, there’s no denying how real she is. He can see the sheen of sweat across her sternum, the little pull of her brows as she moves, the curved crease where her ass meets her thigh, and it all only makes him want her more. 

“Hmm, I have to admit, I prefer dancing with a prop. Do you mind?” Though he’s not entirely sure what he’s not minding, Joel shakes his head no. He reckons that he wouldn’t even mind if she asked to stab him in the thigh, not at this point. She’s got that smile again, like she knows a secret she’s never going to tell him, as she saunters toward him, one knee and then the other coming to rest against the outsides of his thighs. The last sane part of his mind tells him that he still needs to be a gentleman, so he keeps his hands balled in fists on the couch cushions. He can see the intricacy of the thin lace detailing over her bra, her chest is so close to his face as she rests her forearms over his shoulders. He clears his throat, trying to focus on her face instead of her hips dipping and hovering over him.

“Did you, uh– did you do this for work before?” 

“Mmhmm, made good money too. Was putting myself through college with it and everything.” She giggles at the raise of his eyebrows, tilting her head at him as she continues to sway in his lap. 

“What? Does that surprise you?” 

“Maybe a little, though to be honest, I’m starting to get used to you surprising me.” 

“You can touch me, y’know.” He freezes at that, any ease he had slipping away under the prickling heat of her gaze.

“Don’t think that’s a good idea, ma’am.” He can tell that she finds his response amusing, her smile slanting and eyes squinting at him.

“And why not?” 

“I’d rather not get another hairbrush thrown at me.” He tries not to, he really does, but he can’t help the way his eyes dart down to the swell of her breasts lightly bouncing with her laugh. It’s a quick little thing, the kiss she presses to the cut above his eyebrow, but it’s enough to melt his resolve down into a dripping puddle.

“I promise I won’t throw anything else at you. But why do I get the feeling that’s not the only reason you’re hesitating?” He lets out a sigh, and she stills on top of him.

“Oh god– did I completely read this wrong? I’m so–”

“N-no! That ain’t it. It’s just– I barely know you and I– you gotta know that I don’t usually do stuff like this.” “Stuff like what?” 

“Like whatever you’ve got planned in that pretty head of yours.” She huffs out a laugh at that.

“Why don’t I tell you my real name? Then you’ll know me a little better than barely.”  She leans in, lips grazing his ear, her name coming out on a whisper that Joel thinks will spin in his mind for the rest of his life. At the same time, her hands slip down his arms, uncurling his fists and guiding his palms to splay over her hips. Joel takes it from there, hands dragging down over the tops of her thighs before roaming up the span of her back.

“There, was that so hard?” Her smug look makes him grumble, hands dipping down to cup her ass and give an experimental squeeze that makes her gasp.

“Got another question for you, darlin.” She crooks a brow at him, waiting.

“Why me, huh? Could have any one of those guys out there. And I didn’t exactly make a good first impression.” Her smile screws up, eyes narrowing like she’s really considering what he said.

“Because you look like someone who’d like to forget for a while, same as me. And I like it when you call me ma’am.”

Things go downhill fast from there. It’s been a long time since Joel has kissed a woman, but he’s quick on the uptake, his lips molding with hers, tongues twisting up between little sighs and the clicks of spit. His hands firm up on her hips, pulling her down to grind against his aching hardness, reveling in the whimper that breaks in her throat when he does. 

He just needed a little certainty from her, and now that he has it, he moves with confidence beneath her, dragging his lips down her chest, mouthing at the fabric of her bra, pulling away only briefly when she shrugs the garment off before dipping back down to take one of her peaked nipples into his mouth. She says his name like a plea, breathless and pitchy and he’d like to replay the sound on an infinite loop in his mind. 

“No teasing– not this time. One of the girls could– fuck– could come in any minute.” His heart flips in his chest when she says this time, the promise of this happening again making him lightheaded as she fumbles with his belt buckle. He rests his forehead on her sternum, batting her hands away to finish the job of unbuttoning his jeans and shucking them down with his boxers, just enough for his cock to bounce out, pre-cum smearing over the bottom of his shirt. She works with deft hands, reaching between them to thumb over his leaking slit, rubbing the slickness down his shaft  as he hisses at her delicate touch while at the same time, she’s pulling her panties to the side and moving to hover over his throbbing tip.

His eyes roll back when she slides down on him in one languid move, his fingers gripping harshly into the plush of her ass. It’s almost too much, the fluttering heat of her wrapping him up as she sighs on top of him, lips dragging across his in a broken kiss. And then she starts to move, and Joel thinks this might just be how he dies. It starts with a few tentative swirls, just like the ones he saw her do up on that stage the first time, but that quickly morphs into sweet little bounces that he guides with his hands cupping her ass.

Neither of them speak, only letting out little gasps of pleasure, her uh uh uhs driving him crazy with each bounce. He firms his feet up on the ground, starting to meet her hips with his own thrusts, her back arching at the sensation and a silent cry stretching across her lips. More than anything, he wants to feel her come and he sets his mind on it singularly, bringing one of his hands around to draw sloppy circles over her clit, groaning at the way she spasms around him in response. He brings his other hand up to hold her by the back of the neck, pulling her closer until he can smear his lips across her ear in a hot whisper, low murmurings of how bad he wants it, how good she feels, how he’s dying to see her come for him.

And she does, with a harsh yelp of his name, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades through the fabric of his t-shirt. She slumps in his grip, and it takes all of Joel’s willpower to pull her off of him, finishing himself off with a few frantic strokes of his hand before his spend is smudging across her tensing belly. 

They hold onto each other hard, trying to find stillness after their heady spin of pleasure. Beneath their breathless pants, the dull thrum of music still seeps into the walls from the bar, a reminder of what actually just happened, and how fucked he truly is now that he’s gotten a taste of her. 

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I want to hear more about your opinion that Rory ending up with Logan would go against everything the show stands for. How so? Tell me more!

Bless your heart (complimentary) for asking for MORE of my rambling! :’)

I think there are a few themes that ultimately guide the entire Gilmore Girls narrative. No matter where the plot and characters end up, if ASP is writing, I think the outcome will always adhere to these themes and a specific pattern.

The most important is family - how complicated and imperfect it is, how patterns repeat and break and struggle to repeat and break. We try our best and love in our own ways, but inevitably fuck things up, too. We just keep working at it, which is beautiful and painful and frustrating and gratifying. I think found family and community is just as important, which leads me to the second theme, which is independence and/or individuality.

The show centers Lorelai's quest to build her own life from the ground up which is a pattern I feel repeats in most of the main characters. She rejects upper class life to work a blue collar job, make her own home, build a new family unit with her daughter and close friends, and aspires to small business owner life. Luke shares those values and has a similar journey - taking his father's store and making his own, new thing from the ashes. Jess, the character with the most positive character growth, repeats that pattern, too. He struggles until he, too, strikes out on his own to build his independent life from scratch.

The third theme is class struggle. Although I do think it's clear the show has more respect for the working class, it loooves playing with the back-and-forth of it all and never takes itself too seriously to poke fun at it. It's fun to sometimes see Emily's point even if it's often buried in shallow superficialities. It's thought-provoking to agree with Richard that Rory should use her grandparents' privileges, although we've been rooting for her to make it on her own. We respect Lorelai's independence, but want to yell "just take the money!" when she needs a loan. Or we judge her for it and think "you're not so independent after all."

I love scenes like this one at the end of S4E15, Scene In A Mall:

Lorelai: This is your window on a whole other world, Luke. The world of worthless rich people stuff. People of means see what they want and simply take it, regardless of others. Luke: ... d'you pour your own coffee? Lorelai: Oh, err, yeah. Luke: You're not supposed to do that. Lorelai: Oh yeah, sorry, I won't do it again. Luke: Mmm hmm.

Like, yeah, rich people suck and we dunk on them all the time, but hey, even queen main character can be selfish and hypocritical. No one's really above it!

Anyway, all that to say... Rory is clearly set up to have a similar trajectory where a wrench is thrown in her plans and she won't ever really get back on track until she, too, burns her life to the ground and independently starts all over. She just struggles with the push-and-pull of it all more than her mother ever did.

I get frustrated with fans who think her ending up pregnant like her mother is some pessimistic "history is doomed to repeat itself and no one can ever really change" message, when I see it as her being set up for her inevitable successful ending. She has to figure it out for herself on her own terms. This is why I feel she and Jess will be linked together forever, romantically or not.

If Rory had ended up with Logan, that crash and burn would've just come later. She would've been unsatisfied in that life. Rory and Logan always went to each other for escapism and fantasy - it just doesn't make thematic sense to me that he would ever be a legitimate happily-ever-after option. It's simply not how things are done on this show. Even Emily ultimately follows the pattern - she starts a new life as a more independent person rejecting the "bullshit!"

And conversely, look who is set up in contrast - Christopher is the coward who could never fully run away from his guided cage. The show repeatedly calls him "weak" and makes it clear he's not as brave and independent as Lorelai. He ends up isolated from his kids, accepting the status quo. And ohhh boy, look what his parallel is doing in AYITL - Logan is accepting the dynastic plan, working for daddy and marrying the heiress. That is not the story of a viable end game to me! It feels pretty clear.

Phew - you asked for it! lmao I hope I articulated this well enough??

[thinkingofausername]

Here are some random (fun/informative) facts about Roy Harper I just felt like sharing:

(Possible spoilers below)

- used to go by "Speedy" (Oliver Queen's sidekick; they met when Roy stole his wallet)

- has an adoptive brother Bird and daughter Lian (with Cheshire, whom he was supposed to capture but fell in love instead)

- former member of the Titans (and Teen Titans)

- former mercenary (a teacher after that)

- lived on Spokane Indian Reservation

- lived in a mall (after his adoptive father - Navajo medicine chief Brave Bow (rebooted Big Bow) was murdered and he ran away)

- designed Green Arrow's arrows

- benched while Speedy because his grades were slipping

- got addicted to painkillers (to deal with chronic pain) which turned to heroin; Oliver kicked him out because of this, came back to reconcile but was disgusted and left Roy again, came back yet again but Roy refused help

- after Jason died, his addiction got worse and he tried to die by Croc's hand (Croc caught on and refused)

- Killer Croc sponsored his recovery program

- lost an arm and was in a coma because of it

- he formed a team of mercenaries but had to kill them as they killed an entire town while trying to take over

- Jason and Starfire saved him from a death sentence due to war crimes (that's how they teamed up)

- he and Starfire got captured by the League of Assassins as they were trying to rescue a kidnapped, amnesiac Jason

- he was going to ask Oliver and Dinah for help but didn't get to

- he helped Jason after his fallout with Bruce

- accidentally killed at a rehabilitation center (Wally tried saving him; his last words were for his daughter; he was buried at the place he decided to get sober)

- Bruce resurrected him (Roy didn't contact his friends)

- he was the Black Lantern (the ring possessed him) and Red Arrow

- the Titans tower was turned into a school with his name

- titled World's Greatest Marksman

- he can ride horses, hack, fish with a bow and arrow, speak Japanese and understand Russian

- struggled with alcoholism since he was 10

- had ADHD and tattoos he didn't remember getting

- his father was a forest ranger also called Roy (he died in a forest fire)

- never knew his mother (in the rebooted version she also died in the fire)

- dated Donna, Hawkgirl, Starfire, Huntress

- Black Canary helped him with withdrawal

- he was a private detective

- lived in Ireland (where his ancestors are from)

- Dick helped him reunite with Lian (that's when Cheshire gave him full custody)

- unwillingly led the Titans in Dick's place after Dick and Kori's wedding was stopped

- he and his daughter were almost harvested for organs

- shaved his head after Donna's death

- survived getting shot in the chest five times and having his throat cut

- formed a children's shelter "Lian's place"

- let a man beat him (he didn't fight back) and he was rescued by a bartender who looked like his daughter

- was a drummer in his own band, volunteered a lot

- Mia Dearden took on his mantle of Speedy (he helped her)

- he was gunned down while searching for his daughter

[goatmati]

The most intimate side of Aitana Bonmatí, a normal girl at the top of football.

The immensity of her figure is overwhelming. Her name runs like wildfire, echoes through the pitch and lingers in those who have seen her play. Aitana Bonmatí (Sant Pere de Ribes, 1998) is a special player. Exceptional. Extraordinary. Her care for the ball, her respect for the game and her love for football have catapulted her to the top. The world around her is gigantic, even though it becomes smaller and smaller as she conquers new goals. This Monday, in Paris, she will become the new queen of football. However, while everything around her accelerates and becomes a maelstrom of recognition and trophies, she is still the normal girl who comes back from training every day and meets her friends for a match in Plaça Marcer. The world around her has changed, but she remains the same.

"She's a very close friend, someone you can really trust. Maybe it doesn’t seem like it, but when she opens up, she opens up a lot. She keeps very much to herself," says Xavier Rovira, one of her lifelong friends. They met when they were five years old at the town's esplai GER, where they had activities every weekend, in addition to the camps and the camps in summer. Despite being a year younger, since they met they always went as a group and did everything together. Despite going to different schools (she to l'Escola del Pi, the others to l'Escola de la Riera de Ribes), she spent most of the time with them. "Apart from the esplai, we lived in the center during the week, which is in Ribes where there is a bar, a mall and a theater. We took music classes, where we both played guitar. We spent a lot of time there, as our parents would go for a drink together while we played football in the street," he adds.

With a ball at her feet. This is how she has been remembered since she was a child. While her life has been transforming as she goes through stages of football, what surrounded her outside the playing fields remains intact. Her environment has become her pillar, and Ribes has become her place of calm. An oasis where, after the hustle and bustle of training sessions, photoshoots, meetings and commitments, she can once again take refuge. Where she is Aitana, just another girl from the village.

"She could have taken, for example, the decision, simply for convenience, to move to Barcelona or closer to where she trains and works. But she has stayed in Ribes because it is where she has her people. It is where she has lived all her life and it gives her a certain tranquility. It's a way of disconnecting from the strident world of football and not being in the spotlight all day. If you're in Barcelona, you don't get out of the football ecosystem much either. She prioritizes her family and friends, who are the ones in Ribes," says Xavi. Aitana keeps the structure of her whole life intact. The foundations are the same as when she was a 15-year-old girl going to high school with her friends.

Ribes, her place.

Aitana is a girl of habits. Every day she goes to the village bakery to buy bread and her lemon cake, she shops in the small stores and every evening she meets her friends in the Plaça Marcer. Everyone knows what Aitana is going to order, there are few options and she has a predilection for matcha, to which she has also hooked Xavi: "We meet to make matcha. At her house, at the bar, when we meet to watch football...Always matcha. All the time, but especially in the afternoon, around five or six o'clock, which is when we meet. She doesn't drink wine or sugary drinks, she normally drinks water, but if one day she wants to drink something it has to be sweet or fruity wine. It's the only one she likes. But she doesn't love it either," says Xavi, who admits that they don't go out partying much. "We went out recently. And it was the first time I went out with her to a disco since she became a professional player," he confesses with a laugh.

When she leaves the Ciutat Esportiva and gets in the car, Aitana switches off. She almost always plays Catalan music. Txarango, The Tyets... Although from time to time reggaeton sneaks in. She takes advantage of the journey home, which takes about half an hour, to answer Whatsapp using the handsfree phone. "She answers at the moment and they are non-stop conversations. If I look at WhatsApp with her right now, I have three weeks where we talk every day. Yes it's true that she must have lots and lots of messages, and obviously in general she will take longer to respond. But for her circle, she's always there. She sends a lot of voice notes, not very long either. It mostly depends on the topic. We have had times of deeper conversations, then yes they are audios of a minute or two. But not on a day-to-day basis," says Xavi as he reviews their chat.

Voice notes and matchas.

Although message conversations are constant, they prefer to see each other whenever they can. "We make life every day in Ribes. you could say... gosh. We thought we would see Aitana, who has games every weekend and trains every day, once a month or every two weeks. But no! She's the friend I see the most. We meet three days a week on average. Or four. She comes home from training and says: "Come on, let's go for a drink, I have to explain to you. Free weekend? Well, let's take advantage of it and we'll all go out together. Free time? Come by the house and we'll watch a couple of things. It's very cool, because you never know what's going to happen. You're 15 years old and you have a group of friends and where does each one end up... And she, on the other hand, gets to where she is now, top of football, and you think: "”Maybe I'll lose her.” On the contrary," he says proud of Aitana, with whom he always finds time to go for matchas or brunch in Vilanova.

Aitana is a leader in the field and her skills on the pitch are also transferred to her group of friends, especially when they go on a getaway because she has the weekend off. She is in charge of the board games and always carries Jenga in her suitcase. Also Dixit. From time to time, they also play cards together.

"She's still a world champion, we all know that. You see her the day before playing a match in Cordoba against Switzerland with the national team and the next day we are here, so normal, having a matcha in the bar and talking about our shit. She's a very normal girl," says Xavi, who will accompany her to Paris with the rest of his friends, staff and family. She will lift the Ballon d'Or and achieve the biggest milestone of her career at an individual level. But a few days later she will return to Ribes. And she will sit in the Plaça Marcer like any other local.

[do-u-really-wanna-know]

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[romeowfr]

hi! for worldbuilding wednesday (though it's late...) i'm putting my beasts for display :) (obviously anyone can ask whenever too! not just wednesdays)

Glitch holds all of the stories with links to all of them (even if they're not all in the same folder because well. i love reorganizing and changing my mind and having hibden cooldowns)

below are just some of my bigger ones but feel free to ask about the smaller ones Glitch has :D

Birthday Bash, a few adults and the kiddos they look after, every day is a party with them! (they live in like a rec center kind of thing.) Cursed Forest, Vab is a knight who is cursed by a flora cerdae to roam the forest forever while things grow and die around him. He's "friends" with a wacky cast including: Casper, almost all knowing cosmic goldfish. Ayida, the naive and curious young pondie. Anemone and Squid, the old couple who manage to go through the ponds stream out to the ocean and come back just to act like Statler and Waldorf from the muppets. However, Sanke and Cassiopeia seem like the might not be on Vab's side… The Circus, a traveling troupe that tours around Sorneith! Mall Kids, teenager/college age group hang around at the mall often, lighthearted friend group shenanigans. Fairy Garden, a wildclaw with a passion for gardening but a knack for having his plants wilt after a strange meeting with a girl in the forest suddenly has flowers flourishing all around him. Crafts Town, a town filled with people do all sorts of crafts, small town with plenty of gossip though. Royal Kingdom, a kingdom with only a queen in charge and her strange but charming crew she has gathered to serve her. Yet, no matter what her advisors due, she continues to have terrible dreams that haunt her… no matter how nice they may start.

i love talking about any of them and even if they don't have info written down i've thought of them... probably. either way this is a mutually beneficial exchange, you ask me questions and i cement ideas on my dragons. come closer i'm a normal dragon enjoyer ^^

[george228732]

Fylass Through the Looking Glass - Chapter Eight - Days of Recollection (TW: IMPLIED MENTAL ISSUES AND DRINKING)

Fylass did the chores around the home as they waited for the time to come, and surprisingly, they didn’t have much to do, this time around, since the rest seemingly took care of almost everything when the kid was absent at Buddy’s Castle. Fylass was somewhat relieved about that, but also pretty guilty, since they thought that there was no need for them to be this kind, over a thing that they could’ve done easily.

The afternoon was cold and windy, as the kid realized the nearby trees’ leaves are starting to become red, but it was autumn after all, so it wasn’t too much of a worry, however, Fylass was worried about their flowers, and so, they tried to place many of them in the house, with that little hope that they would get to survive the harsh season for them if they were indoors.

"At least the Red Spider lilies will survive…"

With everything now set in place, they looked at the window to see their surroundings, before looking at the silent, ticking clock, which was stuck at 11:59, due to its battery running out, but they could figure out that it would be the perfect time to get going already.

They went to their bedroom, and took out a coat and gloves, to bear the cold climate coming down, and was about to leave the house, until they looked at the couch, looking at the red scarf that Buddy gave them, and decided to wear it as well, as it was comfy to wear too.

When everything was settled, they used their keys to get out of the house, and walked down the cold, windy path.

Beforehand, they called the rest to go shopping in a recreation of the Alivel Mall in a town quite close to Vegetable Valley, and considering that the kid lived in Cookie Country, the path wasn’t too far away, gladly.

Now, the path had Waddle Dees, Poppy Bros Jrs., Bronto Burts, etc, all prepared for autumn, with the softest clothes they could find at the moment, and even though it was cold, the feeling of people around, just helping their families and stuff, made the whole area feel warm to everyone, although Fylass, was quickly enough centered around something else, being Celesta sitting on the distance, right in front of a nearby lake, who seemed troubled about something.

Fylass couldn’t help but ponder what was happening to her, and quickly deviated down their way to check on the pseudopuff.

"...Hey, are you feeling alright?" Fylass asked to her with concern, but trying to be as subtle as possible. 

"Oh, hello Fylass. Y-Yes, I am doing alright, or at least I am supposed to. How about you?" Fylass was confused by that statement, and decided to ask further about it.

"I am alright, I think… What do you mean about "You are supposed to"?" 

"I feel really bad these days, not in a physical sense, but… it’s complicated, so I decided to go to a doctor to see what is happening, and they just told me that I needed some rest, so I am trying to ignore it as best as I can. I also hope that you are okay, or get better."

"Oh, dear… I hope it passes soon, but I want to ask, what are you feeling exactly?"

"To be honest, I don’t know exactly, but it isn’t good, but if you want a more specific answer, well, I get some odd fever dreams, where I am a gray jay in a weird world full of colors, and the last dream I had, was being chased down by Dolly, which had a queen outfit with a heart pendant… I am surprised I remember that much of it. Afterwards, I feel bad, and the feeling doesn’t go away."

"...What? I… I dreamed about something similar…" Fylass got a sense of uneasiness when they heard that. Could it be that Celesta dreamed about Wonderland too? How? When? Could it even be the same place, or was it just a big coincidence? "Since when have you been having those dreams?"

"...Ever since you woke up from that coma, I think."

"...Huh…" This only confused Fylass even further, but at this point, it was better to think that it was just a big coincidence, instead that she somehow was able to enter Fylass’ dreams. It was a more logical conclusion anyways.

"I’ll try to check on you a little bit later, since I am busy at the moment, but I’ll promise that."

"Don’t worry about me, I can deal with this." Celesta affirmed, but Fylass still wanted to help if possible, so they promised themself that they would try and visit Celesta if she still was in the same place when they came back.

"I am sorry, I got to go. See you a little later." Fylass said, as they parted ways with Celesta, to go to their destination.

After a little, they got to Vegetable Valley, filled with trees losing their green color, starting to become orange; autumn is pretty beautiful, but it was not time to focus on that specifically, for Fylass had work to do, right at the Revamped Alivel Mall in Waddle Town, a town that had been founded some months ago.

It resembled a plaza more than anything, with a fountain right at the center, houses resembling Kirby’s house were around too, although some were more stylized than others; orange leaves were all across the ground, being raked by Waddle Dees to play with them afterwards. Fylass looked at them, which were waving them back, which was a nice feeling overall, and after some more paths taken into the town, the kid got to the mall.

It looked like the exact same Alivel Mall, Fylass had heard from Elfilin, since both were sorta friends when the kid got to Popstar the first time, but the mall itself looked more stylized to fit the aesthetic of this star shaped planet, but it was just as welcoming. Susie and her company surely had their fun when designing it, to the point that it doesn’t even need any energy that isn’t renewable.

Fylass entered the mall, using the automatic doors, letting the cold breeze from outside behind, being replaced by a fresh breeze of the AC, and the lovely sound of steps and small talk from other Popstar folk around. They started to make their way towards one of the stores in it, being the groceries one.

The kid already had experience on this, so it wasn’t that bad, only using their ESP to move them on a shopping cart and that was it, take them to the cash register, pay, and leave; they had more than enough money to do this, but the one in charge of the register was quite appalled to see a little kid buying things on their own like if they were an adult like any other.

They quickly left the store to ponder on what they should do next, and decided to go to a nearby cake shop from within the mall, just to see what they could be serving at the moment, maybe even buy something, and also because they were sure that at least one of their siblings would be there.

The kid quickly turned a corner and walked through another hallway, and sure enough, they got to the cake shop, with some familiar faces being there at the scene. Fylass could see perfectly how Selene, Wisp and Dolly were buying some cupcakes and what seemed to be cheesecake. They couldn’t help but laugh and say hi.

"Hi, there!" Fylass spoke up as Dolly, Wisp and Selene quickly turned their backs, surprised to see them here already, but they quickly approached them to say hi as well.

"Hello there, Fylass! I thought you were going to appear in like an hour or so, but it’s really nice to see you here!" Selene said, still with a cupcake in hand. Good thing she didn’t leave the store by accident if Fylass stood a bit farther away. Dolly followed and hugged the chimera, as Wisp waved at them timidly.

"Hey, you should really take a bite out of this, it’s so good, I tell you! Let me pay it." Selene quickly got to the counter, and paid for her recently bought pastries, giving Fylass one of them. "Here!"

Fylass took a bite out of instinct, and yes, it tasted amazingly for sure, with Fylass’ ultramarine eyes having that distinctive glow of joy.

"Wow, it really tastes awesome! Where did you get the money, though?" 

"O-Oh, uh, Meta Knight gave some to me, and I decided to spend it here, ehehe…" Selene was quite uncomfortable when answering that question, for reasons she doesn’t really understand, but deep down, the reason was there.

"Oh, that’s… nice…! Eh… Say, did the rest come here too, or just you three?"

"Dolly came with Selene, TK, Dero and Ades, so she assumes the rest shouldn’t be so far away!"

"Alright, then! Let me buy some pastries, and we’ll go look for them." Fylass did as such, seemingly still having enough money to at least buy a little box of their favorite sweets, and when everything was settled here, Fylass, and the rest decided to keep going towards other stores, to explore and to find any other person that Fylass knew with certainty.

Left and right, they explored, but they wouldn’t expect to see Ades and Dero hanging out at a bar right at one of the stories, but to be completely honest, everyone knew they were there, specially Dero, and the only reason they didn’t come here just yet, was because it would be weird to see kids of their age going into a bar.

"Uh, hey there!" Selene said to them, with the little hope that they were sober enough to even pay attention to what she was saying; surprisingly enough, though, Ades seemingly hadn’t been drinking anything in there; with Dero, it was another case entirely, but no one was surprised.

"Oh, hey there, kids." Ades said with that calm tone Fylass knew him by hand, although he seemed… worried? Or at least, more worried than usual, and the kid couldn’t help but wonder why that was the case.

"Doing alright?" 

"I think so, I barely even drank this time around, so at least I am sober enough to hear this, haha…" Ades chuckled weakly, as he looked towards Dero. "Dero, though… Uh…" Dero was clearly not in this world anymore, barely being able to look around before he got a headache, or said something incoherent.

"Oh, Dero! Could you go towards Dolly for a little? Mother is surely waiting for you at the clothing store!" Upon Dero hearing that, he quickly scurried off to get to the store, and even if he wasn’t totally aware of the surroundings around him, he still managed to get there flawlessly. Fylass, deep down, knew that woman was no good, and had hopes that there would be a version of her that truly loved him.

"...Wow, good thing I paid for the drinks." Ades said. "Well, I am leaving. Would you guys go to the Food Aisle, though? I am pretty sure that Twilight is waiting for us there, for quite a while at this point."

"The Food Aisle…? I could get something there if I have enough money." Ades only just realized the bags Fylass was carrying on their arms, seemingly not being of any weight, thanks to their ESP nullifying that weight quite successfully. He was quite impressed to see this, but also, somewhat sad.

"Alright then; don’t worry about the money, though, I’ll pay for you."

Fylass stood silent, as they quickly shook their head in negation. "It’s alright! I can pay for my food, don’t worry."

Ades knew that trying to convince them to let him pay for their food would be futile, and probably leading to worse problems, so, he left it like that, with a defeated sigh. "Alright, then."

Selene, Dolly and Wisp were quite a bit saddened too, but did their best efforts to hide it the best they could; it wasn’t that successful, but Fylass just pretended that they weren’t feeling sad, just to not ruin the moment they had with this kid’s presence. 

Everyone left towards the food aisle, which was in the story right below them, and after turning even more hallways, they finally got to their destination; the room was quite emptier than the other hallways beforehand, and even if they were still quite some people, Fylass couldn’t help but to feel quite anxious.

"Hiyo, guys!" A voice was heard from within the aisle, being TK’s, which was already on his seat, among other seats across a table, making it perfect for the others to sit down without issue.

"Hey there, Twi..:!" Fylass said, as they left the bags right next to their seat. "How are you doing?"

"After the last time I saw you back at your house, I still feel dandy as day! What about you?"

"Well… the same, really." TK couldn’t really tell if that was a good or a bad thing, but the feeling of something incomplete was there.

"Hey, excuse me for a second, I am going to order something." Fylass stood up, and the others did the same, seemingly with the same intentions as them, all of them ordering their food, and quickly sitting down on their table, being reserved by TK.

"Soooooo…" Twilight decided to start a conversation. "I heard that Archie is coming tomorrow to Popstar, again! Is that right, Fy?"

"Oh, yeah. Archie told me through the phone that he would come back tomorrow, and I am honestly excited to see them again."

"I am glad you are excited! You deserve that." Selene said as Wisp nodded. Fylass could tell their intentions with that statement, but decided to ignore them in favor of just spending a nice afternoon. They looked at the ones sitting right next to them, seemingly quite happy, but they saw at Ades, which seemed uncomfortable, trying to hold something back. Fylass, however, thought it was something personal, and decided to ignore it as well.

Some small talk was heard here and there, but they quickly got interrupted by the sight of a Poppy Bros Jr. bringing their food to them, and it couldn’t look more delicious.

"Here it is! Hope you enjoy!" 

Fylass had ordered a burger, and the others also ordered something along those lines, but unlike the rest, the penguin decided to pay right away, with barely enough money at this point, after spending it on their necessities; the kid had to resort to look at the deepest part of their pockets, only to bring out a single coin, that miraculously, was enough for them to pay their food.

"Well, there goes all my money." They chuckled weakly after that statement.

"...I am sorry to ask, but… when do you think you can get your money back?"

"Oh, well… it depends on how many people will go buy my dying crops in autumn, heehee… To be honest, I don’t think I’ll get enough money for myself for these months, so I guess I won’t get that much food these days, but hey, I’ll fight through."

"..." Everyone was silent, as Fylass just realized what they’ve just said, and quickly tried to soften the blow.

"I-It’s alright, though! It’s not the first time this has happened, and I am still okay! T-T-There’s no need for you to be worried…"

"...Fylass…" Ades said as a tear started to drop down his face. "Can I ask you one thing?"

"...Y-Yes?"

"Please, forgive me."

The kid only realized now that Ades, the one that seemed the most calm out of the group, was crying.

"H-Hey, are you okay?!" Selene said with concern.

"I am sorry, it’s just that… life is so unfair! Why do people like you suffer this much?! No matter what, you don’t deserve to have this life! You really don’t!" He said, trying his best to not stutter mid sentence. "From what I know now, you barely even eat, and have to act like an adult because you have no one else to take care of you! It’s just cruel! Why do people like you and her have to suffer until you can’t bear it anymore, meanwhile people who don’t deserve it, have their lives already settled with riches and happiness?!" 

"..." Fylass had their head down, not only wondering who is this "Her" Ades had just mentioned, but their mind was boggled with guilt as well. Ades on the other hand, had also just realized what they’ve just done saying, and quickly doubled down. 

"P-Please, forgive me for not being able to catch on this late. I promise that I-"

"ENOUGH." Fylass’ yell echoed across the entire room, before quickly starting to gather tears in their eyes. 

"There’s no need to be sorry, so WHY are you feeling sorry for someone like ME?! I don’t deserve it! I deserve the life I got! I DO! It’s barely a miracle that I can be so selfish as to want your company, when I clearly deserve everything but that! I clearly do, ever since the day I told you about how I really feel, you guys have been nothing but kind, and that makes me SAD! I wanted things to be the same as before, but that’s clearly not going to happen…" 

The rest want silent, as Fylass started to sob, and did their best to leave as soon as possible, running towards the closest exit, although they could catch a glimpse of Lucid and Buddy being there too, quite surprised to see the kid in tears, but when they noticed them, they ran even faster than before, and soon enough, they left the mall to get home.

"Kid…?" Lucid was about to follow them, before he realized Selene, Dolly, TK, Wisp and Ades running towards them, before quickly stopping.

"W-What happened?!" Lucid followed his questions towards the group standing in front of him.

"Fylass left. We just wanted to give them a nice afternoon, but we failed…" Ades was feeling so guilty, seeing how he ruined a day that deep down, was supposed to be for their happiness. He had promised in his head that he would try to treat Fylass the same as the kid he remembered seeing, but those emotions quickly overwhelmed him, and now, the kid was gone.

Back at Fylass’ house, they quickly took off their coat and gloves, and went towards their room in affliction, trying to cry as little as they could to see if that could make them feel better, but to no avail. They placed the scarf Buddy gave them on their drawer, realizing that the box containing the brooch to Wonderland was right there; was it even there before?

By pure instinct, the kid placed it on their sweater once again, and tried to sleep as fast as they could, just to see if Wonderland could make them happy, like before. They had things to do back there, anyways.

"...P-Please, let this be a bad dream… Void, why?"

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Funtime Foxy!

All good circus performers need a ringmaster. And who do you call for this task? None other than Funtime Foxy!

As a fellow performer in Circus Baby's Pizza World and self-entitled ringmaster of the area, Funtime Foxy is a mixture of stellar acting, hypnotic allure, and lovely acting rolled into a white and pink coat of fur. She loves to entice the crowd with incredible performances all around, whether it be hamming up a storm or singing like a siren. She loves to look after others and herself, including her own appearance, and she likes all things pink and flowery. A hopeless romantic, she supports the relationships of all her friends, even those she doesn't have the most connection towards.

Pros:

Cleanliness: Funtime Foxy is very feminine and girly (probably the girliest of the female Funtime animatronics), and likes to take good care of her appearance; one could say she's a bit vain, even. She brushes her fur and applies makeup between performances, irons her clothes regularly to keep them from wearing out, and likes to wear perfume to make herself smell nice (she says it's for added effect, but it's definitely meant to draw male animatronics to her). It's what allows her to have such good attention to detail.

Sophisticated: Funtime Foxy speaks and acts in a very eloquent and lively manner; perfect for when she wants to make friends with other uptight and sophisticated animatronics around the Pizzaplex.

Talented: Her bread and butter. Funtime Foxy is one hell of an actress and performer, and she's called the Pizzaplex's #1 drama queen for a reason (if you couldn't already tell from the drawing). When the spotlight's on her, she just loves to ham up a crowd for attention, no matter how big. And off-stage, she likes to sing her heart out, and she has a hypnotic singing voice, lemme put like this.

And just like Funtime Freddy, she's built with a voice modulator onto her chest, allowing her to mimic others' voices. This is one of the reasons why she's such a talented actor; that masculine "Announcer" voice you often hear her speak with? That's just for show. Her real voice is soft and feminine.

Alluring: She's found to be quite attractive to most of the male animatronics, yet she frequently ignores them all, believing them to not be up to her standards. The one guy she seems to be the most attracted to appears to be Funtime Freddy, surprisingly enough. Hmm... Maybe she sees him as something more, perchance?

Loyal: Despite her vanity and self-centered moments, Funtime Foxy loves and respects her friends; she makes sure their performances are going well, looks after them when they can't perform, and even joins them in some performances when she's in a really good mood. In fact, the whole reason why she hasn't left her job (despite working in a literal mall that serves pizza and works for a franchise that has a bad reputation for murdered children) is because she wants to work to her fullest and not leave it too soon.

Primal instincts: Contrasting her sophisticated personality, Funtime Foxy has incredible fox-like instincts. She can smell things up to 10 miles away, can find others via sound, and has teeth that feel like they're made of steel.

Assertive: She's not just a pretty face! She has pretty good fighting skills (so long as she doesn't get herself dirty, that is) and her first instinct upon being threatened is to snap her fangs at others. She's also very protective of others and will do her best to defend them from harm.

Cons:

Vanity: Funtime Foxy's a bit of an egomaniac and often spends a lot of time looking at her reflection and tending to her beauty. It's good to take care of her appearance, yet her vanity can blind her from her friends and other things, especially when she finds herself dirty. That's not to mention her attention-craving habits.

Shyness: Deep down, Funtime Foxy's not exactly as extroverted and ready to star in the show like the audience believes she is. She thinks she's not good enough because she isn't on the main stage with the others. She believes she's destined to be shelved because her lineage has had the same fate time and time again. She worries she's not good enough. Thus, her compliments in the mirror, while narcissistic at first glance, are just reassurance from a frightened, worried fox who wants to live up to her lineage.

Finicky: She's a bit of a perfectionist, and this often leads her to lose time in tryingto get things neat and up to her standards.

Stuffiness: Her sophisticated attitude causes her to clash heavily against some of the more rowdy animatronics in the Pizzaplex. Case in point: Mangle. She just sees her as a messier, louder, and carefree version of herself. Though, then again, there is Funtime Freddy... Hmm...

Uncontrollable melodramatics: As mentioned before, Funtime Foxy is a drama queen. That position has caused her to be overdramatic and freak out over the tiniest things. And that, of course, leads to chaotic mood swings, usually ranging from temper to hysterics and sobbing.

Temperamental: Remember what I said up above about Funtime Foxy's mood swings and how they can lead her to getting angered very quickly? This is what I meant. Some things that really push her buttons are:

Stepping on her tail.

Getting her dirty.

Missing her shows.

Getting her gender wrong.

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I had this idea in my head for months and never got around to it. From the Laserwing villain cast, Tina is the insufferably quirky memelord one. So of course her spotify playlist was going to have Caramelldansen on the cover. Of course.

Laserwing character playlists are ongoing works in progress that I add stuff to sporadically. Not everyone has theirs yet. Some don't have their covers yet. So far we have:

Tony: Anime and video game themes, Queen, and for some reason, ska. All the hallmarks of a nerd who isn't actually into music.

Matt: 70s and 80s rock, with a sci-fi theme whenever possible, with a few more modern things peppered in when they really speak to his personality.

Josh: Emo and goth and pop punk with a lean towards bad relationship songs.

Mistaire: Basic Becky 80s tunes you can dance to, with very little further depth to be found.

Clarisse: Chaste churchgirl 90s pop with a few anime and cartoon songs peppered in. The music you'd hear on the mall speakers when you went to buy your Neopets merch from Limited Too in the year 2001.

Marjolaine: Classic goth and a little metal, with modern goth and emo mixed in if they're 'sophisticated enough' (has piano in it). She likes to hear songs about how amazing a girl is and pretend she's that girl.

Contrabrigands: One song for each of the villain kids, this was their team playlist from before I split them up into their own individual playlists.

Lance: Cynical punk and ska, with some covers of 80s songs that would be on his mom's playlist...if she had one. Songs about questioning authority, and occasionally feeding Lance's messiah complex.

Renei: Any song you'd hear accompanying a rad action scene in an 80s move. Songs you can punch bricks to. Songs for overcoming opponents to. Songs with no emotional vulnerability or time for contemplation. Karate!!!

Eli: A complex blend of light, airy, new-age relaxation and dark, plummeting violent crisis. Songs about magic, the supernatural, and general paranoia are constant. The only light that cuts through the darkness is love.

Marina: The kind of playlist that serves as a warning, don't date this girl. Unstable, troubled, constantly oscillating between the victim and the abuser, and kind of pretentious on top of it all. As many nautically-themed songs as I could keep within that mood.

Heather: Songs about stardom, fame, and beauty punctuated by screaming feminist punk. Lyrics you can photoshop onto a grungy selfie after you let your mascara run.

Zack: A political edgelord in a fine tailored suit, with a historical hyperfixation on East Germany and the Cold War. Zack feels most comfortable when you aren't sure what he actually believes.

Draco: Metal, both regular and nu, with a little anime (also metal). Hits incredible synergy with Zack somehow, because a weird number of songs on the Zack playlist have nu-metal covers.

Tina: Upbeat danceable memelord jams. The kind of insufferable shit you'd put on blast before trotting onto the convention center floor in your best cosplay and/or fursuit. Peppered with some songs I actually think suit her, which are nigh-indistinguishable from the meme songs in most cases.

Characters without playlists yet who will definitely get them at some point: Pauline, Taylor, Jenny, Sylvette

Characters who should get playlists but I have NO idea what I'm gonna put on them because this character is hard to pick for: Trieg, Victoria

These genuinely help me focus on making Laserwing, most of the time. Sometimes. When I'm not doing other things, like picking songs for the playlists.