#the bathroom to the left of it is for trey+matt only

[victimized-martyr]

In hindsight i don’t know why I took the picture of the sign in the bathroom but here u go

[cvnntagious]

say aah

☆ a fuckboy!matt sturniolo blurb...

your eyes stayed trained on matt's, trying to keep them from rolling back at the sight before you. he looked up at you through his lashes, on his knees with his head shoved between your legs and his hands gripping your thighs. you had one leg draped over his shoulder, a small whine escaping your lips when you felt his attach to your sensitive bud.

matt pulled back with a soft popping sound, shushing you before he dived right back in allowing his tongue to explore your folds. he teased for a moment, eliciting begrudging groans as you tried to stay quiet for him.

it's not like anybody could actually hear you guys, but matt wasn't taking any chances. he couldn't have anyone else hearing those pretty noises of yours but him.

he'd had his eyes on you all night, just waiting to get you alone. even with this big party your best friend and his brother had thrown at chris' frat going on, he had no real interest in either of you participating— hence why you were here, matt lapping his tongue on your clit in the bathroom.

you yanked at his air, gasping when he took your bud between his lips again. he groaned, sending vibrations through your pussy that made it hard for you to keep yourself up. "people're proly wondering where you ran off to, birthday girl." he pulled back again, a hand running up your short dress to cup your asscheek.

"matt," you whined softly, displeased with the way he kept pulling away to tease you.

"aww," he cooed, batting his lashes as he looked up at you, his expression somehow a mix of cocky and innocent, " 's okay, i'll make you feel good, trust me."

with that, he kissed your lower lips, wetting them slightly. "please," you replied breathlessly, pleading for him to work his magic. you wanted him to ravage you with his mouth like he'd done so many times before.

a low chuckle only left his mouth before he clicked his tongue, standing up and pulling up your panties simultaneously like he hadn't heard you begging for him to do what he'd dragged you in here for. "i'll make you feel good, sweetheart... once this party's over."

as much as he wanted to eat you like his last meal, and even bend you over his brother's sink while you called out his name, letting lose those hot fuckin 'aah' sounds you usually did, he wanted to mess with you more. when given the opportunity to get you all riled up and leave you hanging, he'd always choose to take it.

he grabbed your hand, giving you no time to even regather yourself before he pulled you right back into the crowds of people you barely even knew at your birthday party.

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"go girl / it's your birthday / open wide / i know you're thirsty." -trey songz

w/c : 469

[telekineticseance]

i humbly request dad’s best friend! trey please.

FAMILY FRIEND

pairing: trey parker x f! reader

summary: your dad's friend Trey is going through a tough time and needs a week away from LA - part one

genre: fluff..small smut

word count: 1345

cw: age gap relationship (25f, 48m), fingering (f!masturbating which i hate that word so much usually just say jerking off), reader is referred to by she/her pronouns

author's note: based more in 2018 right after trey's breakup but right before the divorced was final ya know? but yeah this ended up becoming a series it's gonna be smaller than circumstances though only a few chapters but here's the first part!

A hum escaped your lips as Trey left a trail of kisses down your body, his hands running down during the process. You arched your back against his lips once he reached your lower stomach. You let out a gasp when his grip tightened on your thigh before you opened your eyes.

When you opened your eyes, you felt your stomach sink to in fact no Trey but an empty room, just you alone in your bed. A hand ran through your hair at the thought of your dream with Trey. It had been a week since your dad told you his friend would be staying for a couple days to get away. He was going through a hard time after his divorce and needed to get away and since you and your dad lived in Colorado, he opened the guest room for him.

Although you hardly knew Trey, you grew up with him occasionally coming over when he’d come visit. Your dad went to college with Matt and Trey, even being in Cannibal! The Musical but when your dad decided to stay in Denver while the rest of the group left, Trey was the one who stayed in touch the most. And unfortunately for you, you’ve had a crush on him since the day you met him. Which also led to you having “dreams” about him ever since your dad told you he would be staying.

You pulled the blanket off your body before climbing out of bed, “Don’t know why he can’t stay someplace else.” You mumbled under your breath as you grabbed a few clothes from your dresser and walked to the bathroom.  After turning on the shower you took off your clothes, placing them in the hamper before climbing into the shower.

As you let the water run down your body you replayed the dream in your head, closing your eyes, leaning against the wall of the shower. The thought of his lips on your skin just replayed over and over again, sending a chill down your spine. Your fingers ran down your torso lightly, passing just below your navel. You imagined your hand as Trey’s as you moved lower with each millisecond before arriving at your heated slit.

You slipped a finger in between your folds and started thrusting it slowly, the thought of Trey still resting in your mind as you did so. You curled your fingers once they were deep enough and you let out a small gasp in the process. The imagination of Trey’s fingers inside you, filling that small craving you had for him as you continued pumping your own fingers. You bit your bottom lip to suppress the moan from escaping your mouth as you thrust your fingers faster, and as deep as they could go.

You felt your stomach tighten and your walls flex around your fingers as you curled your fingers one last time as you reached your peak, letting out one final deep breath. You pulled out your fingers and looked at the mess on them in disgust, not believing you just did that, but imagining it was Trey instead, as the water washed away the fluid.

The sound of a knock at the door caused you to jump, knocking over a bottle of shampoo in the process, “Hey Y/N, I’m going to the airport to pick up Trey.” Your dad’s voice rang through the other side of the door. You took a deep breath before nodding, “Okay. Uh, stay safe.”

You heard the footsteps retreat before you continued with your shower, trying to get your mind off of Trey even though you had approximately an hour before Trey would be arriving at your place with your dad. The thought made you nervous when it shouldn’t but the last time you saw Trey was almost 10 years ago when you were still in high school so even then you hardly saw him because you were busy with band trips and study groups.

You let the water run over your head as you continued to lean against the wall, before grabbing the razor and continuing on with your shower.

When you finished with your shower you climbed out, wrapping a towel around your body as you dried off a little before tip-toeing out of the bathroom and into your room. You took a deep breath, sitting down at your vanity while running a brush through your hair. As you ran your fingers and the brush through your hair, you hummed a random song to keep your mind off of the upcoming week.

The sound of the front door opening, caused you to turn your gaze from the mirror, to your bedroom door. “Oh yeah she’s probably in her room.” Your dad’s voice rang through the house before you heard Trey’s voice speak shortly after, not able to make out the words.

The sound of his voice caused a shiver to run through your body, and goosebumps to appear. You quickly rose from your vanity and slipped on some clothes you had laid out before slowly opening the bedroom door, letting Trey’s voice get louder as it echoed down the hall.

You slipped out the door, shutting it behind as you walked down the hall, nervously rubbing on your arm in the process. When you appeared in the living room, Trey noticed you before your dad and you thought your knees would give out from the sight of him. He looked tired, like he hadn’t slept in a while as bags rested under his eyes, and he had lost a little more hair on the top of his head since you last saw him. His beard was also graying but he managed to make it look attractive.

He gave you a small smile as his blue eyes shined, before your dad turned and saw you. Your dad motioned for you to come over and you walked more in the living room as Trey eyed you, his eyes scanning your figure before he quickly returned his gaze back to yours. He stood up as you walked over, embracing you in a hug.

You stood frozen, his strong arms around you as his face was almost buried into your neck. You slowly wrapped your arms around his torso, taking in his scent, in the least creepy possible way. He smelled like an expensive cologne that you definitely didn’t know the name of but you loved the scent of it anyways. He pulled away, keeping his arms around you as he looked down, giving you that same toothy grin. “You’ve gotten older.” He chuckled slightly.

You gave him a nod, “Y-Yeah I’m a senior in college now. I’m 25 after all.” You responded as his eyes widened while he pulled away before taking his spot next to your dad, removing his gaze from yours before turning to your dad, “25? Wow.”

You nodded once more, taking a seat in a chair across the living room before your dad started talking, “Yep. My little girl is all grown up. Didn’t want her to spend money on a fancy dorm though so she’s staying here until she moves out. I’m gone for business trips all the time so it’s almost like she’s already living on her own.” He said while grinning at you.

You returned the grin to your dad, “Speaking of, if it’s alright with you two I got a call from the boss while on the way to the airport and I need to go to San Antonio, Texas for a couple of days. I won’t be gone the whole week, but I’ll leave in the morning and be back on Wednesday.” He told you two.

Unable to control it, your face dropped, before you noticed and straightened your posture and forced a smile to your face, “Uh yeah sure. I’m sure me and Trey can handle being on our own for a couple days.”

Your dad gave you both a nod, “Great. Now how about we order a pizza and catch up?”

“Sounds great dad…”

[mabelstone]

First Name Basis

matt stone x reader

summary: part five of Professor Stone.

masterlist can be found here 🧚

word count: 3106

note: fuck. drink every time i use the word gentle. i’m tired i’m sorry. anyway, i've starved you long enough, here's a long one :)

CW: throwing up alcohol, angst, 18+

You walked into class possibly the most hungover you'd ever been. Sunglasses on, a turtleneck hugging your throat, and the hangxiety from the night before lingering strong. You were still trying to piece together the events of last night with great difficulty. For now, the one thing you were certain about was that you'd never drink tequila again, your head was pounding like you were in a club with bass way to obnoxious, and that you were going to do your best to stay on your professor's good side.

Luckily for you, Professor Stone was in a great mood today. Unfortunately, that wouldn't last long.

Anyway, you thought back to what you could remember while you waited for him to arrive.

You pushed through the sweaty bodies in the crowded dorm room of your friends. The air reeked of pot, and the music was far too loud for your liking, your body vibrating from the heavy bass. It started with you taking a couple shots with your girlfriends, fighting back a gag after each bitter mouthful. By the end of the night, you'd consumed about 12; a terrible, terrible idea you'd soon find out. Before the drinks hit you like a bus, you were having a great time. You weren't ever really the party type, but your best friend was turning 23, and you'd never turn down free booze. You drunkenly sung karaoke with your friends, lapping up the attention you received from the invited men all night.

"Dance with me?" One suggested, arm extended to you. You looked at your friend with a shrug, what the hell, you thought, taking his hand in your own. He led you to the only free space in the living room, hands all over your body. You threw your head back and laughed, basking in the giddy, inebriated feeling you were drowning in.

He was getting a bit too touchy for your liking, so you made up the excuse, "I've gotta use the bathroom." You unwrapped his arms from you, drink in hand as you headed to the bathroom. On your walk there, everything started spinning, and you felt of the drinks begin to stir in your stomach.

With the worst timing ever, you felt a gentle grip on your arm as you focused on not throwing up everywhere. "Hey stranger," a familiar, dorky voice spoke softly in your ear.

"Trey!" You turned around, feigning enthusiasm as you embraced him. God, you prayed the bathroom would free up quick. "I didn't know you knew Mackenzie."

"Friend of a friend," he shrugged, concern suddenly painting his face. "Shit, you're so pale."

"Gee, thanks," you laughed meekly, beads of sweat starting to form on your forehead.

"No, seriously, you look like you're going to be sick." His brows furrowed together as he studied your features. Your skin was pale and clammy, and your world was spinning like a wheel.

"I think I am," you nodded, swallowing thickly. He ushered you to the bathroom, the last occupant walking out finally. You rushed in, immediately kneeling before the toilet. Trey stepped in and shut the door behind you both, genuinely worried about you. "Please don't watch me vomit," you begged, spitting out the pool of saliva that swam in your mouth.

"Okay, I won't, but I don't want you ruining your hair either." Like a cheesy high school romance movie, his slender fingers pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail, respectfully turning his head away from you as you threw up straight alcohol. "Thas' it, get it out," he encouraged, eyes still looking away. Tears were running down your face at this point, forehead resting on your arms that clung to the toilet seat. Albeit, you felt much better.

You sat back from the toilet bowl, catching your breath with a scowl at the bitter taste left in your mouth. Trey was staring. You looked up, a bit embarrassed but you really needed that. “I just lost my study privileges, didn’t I?” You joked, picking yourself up off the floor.

“Study isn’t a euphemism is it?” He joked, watching you walk to the basin to chug the conveniently placed bottle of listerine.

He watched you intently through the mirror, small smirk on his lips. You swished the listerine and spat it out, wiping your mouth before saying, “Depends. Were you offering we study or we study?” You put emphasis on the second study, flashing him a flirty smile through the mirror.

“Both.” He replied lowly, stepping closer to you, gently turning you around by your waist. “But to answer your question, no, you haven’t lost your… study privileges.”

You stared into each others eyes for a moment, trying to search for any potential misunderstanding. His blue eyes sparkled as they looked between your own and your lips. His hands, still on your waist, slightly tightened in grip, a gentle expression on his face, as to silently ask, “is this okay?”

Still no words exchanged, just the sound of soft breaths slowly moving closer until you could both feel it against your lips. A gentle hand found it’s way at the back of your head, closing the gap between your lips. You closed your eyes and melted into the kiss, your hands also gentle over his biceps, polar opposite in contrast to the way you and Matt would kiss.

Why were you thinking about Matt?

His touch was light and respectful, as if you were a fragile piece of glass. Though very sweet, his hands travelled to your lower bum, lightly tapping the skin. You understood his cue, propping yourself up on the bathroom sink. You were now at eye level, and his mouth swiftly traveled to your neck. You were amazed at how an encounter so gentle and… kind could turn you on just as much as the rough, teeth clashing, hair pulling exchanges you were used to.

You moaned softly, fingers gently running through his hair. not pulling with greed, but bringing him closer with invitation. He sucked the skin of your neck, drawing sweet breaths from your lips as purple bruises formed. You were so absorbed in the moment that you didn’t ever want it to end.

Of course, pounding on the door pulled you both away from each other. He smiled at you sweetly, bringing your hair forward to rest on each shoulder, covering the little love bites he’d painted you with. With one more warm kiss, he pulled you off the sink and opened the door for you.

You then drank some more together. And that’s about where your memory fades.

You looked over to Trey who looked just as hungover as you, forcing a smile onto his lips as he waved across the room. You felt your cheeks grow hot, giving him a small wave back before turning back to the front.

“Mooorning,” your professor chirped as he walked in, happier than usual. He put his stuff down on the desk and looked toward the class, half hungover as fuck, the other half insanely confused as to why he was so happy. You’d bring it up after class. For now, you decided to use his good mood to your advantage, flashing a sweet smile when his eyes flickered to you. He… actually reciprocated for once?

“I’m tired,” you mouthed to him across the room. He nodded understandingly, smile surprisingly not faltering as you rested your head on your arms. He just went about the lesson.

You were woken by a gentle shake of your shoulder, jumping slightly with a sharp breath. “I’m only letting you off just this once, okay?” Your professor joked, “Don’t make it a habit, miss.”

You stretched in your seat, kind of disturbed to see him smiling not at the expense of someone else.

“And why might you be so happy, sir?” You quirked groggily, taking your glasses off and sitting them on the desk. From removing your glasses alone, he could tell you’d been drinking. The smile faltered slightly, but not noticeably.

“Divorce is finalised. Got shared custody of my kids,” he boasted, eyes crinkling at the sides as he smiled wide. “Got a pretty girl in front of me.”

“I’m so happy for you, Mr. Stone!” You cheered, getting out of your seat to embrace him in a genuine hug. It was nice to see him like this. Hopefully he’d stay this way for a while.

As you pulled away, he smirked, “big night, huh?”

Your cheeks turned red as you nodded. You weren’t sure why you were embarrassed, especially when you were an adult who was allowed to do that. Maybe the embarrassment was actually a well masked feeling of guilt.

His eyes were trained on you, burning a hole in your outfit. He grabbed the hemming of your shirt, asking, "this new?"

"Um, yeah," you lied. You never actually really liked turtlenecks, the feeling of it on your neck pissed you off, but when the time calls. "Do you like it?" You tried to sway his attention away from why you were wearing it.

"Yeah, you look good." He smiled and headed back to his desk. You silently thanked whatever God there was for his dismissal. As per usual, he beckoned you over to his desk, where this time he gestured for you to sit on his lap. Which of course, you willingly did, wrapping your arms around his neck before connecting your lips. You breathed deeply, taking in his scent, his warmth. You tried to ignore the guilt you felt about Trey. You really liked your professor, but it wasn't like you were gonna be together or anything. His fingers dipped into the neckline of your shirt while your lips were still entwined. You quickly grabbed his wrist, blurting out, "I wanna make you feel good." Good save. Luckily, he wasn't suspicious, allowing you to kiss his neck instead, palming him through his jeans.

You grinned in delight as you felt him quickly grow against your plam, his hands eagerly running up and down your figure. You placed a heated kiss on his lips once more, sinking down to your knees. He watched in anticipation as you unzipped his pants slowly, biting your lip as you watched his cock throb against the constraint of his briefs. You ran your hands up and down his thighs, watching the way his eyes turned dark as you teased him. You placed an open mouthed kiss to his clothed cock, proceeding to lick a stripe across the wet patch formed on the front from his pre cum.

You pulled his briefs and jeans down agonisingly slow, mouth practically watering as his leaking cock sprung out before you. You wrapped your hand around his base, applying a bit of pressure before slowly pumping your hand, giving a little kitten lick to his tip. You noted the way his eyelids fluttered and nostrils flared under your touch. "How bad do you want it, sir?" You batted your eyelashes at him, secretly shocked at the words that just left your mouth.

He raised his eyebrow at you, snorting, "what was that?" He wanted to play tough now, huh? You released him from your grip, sitting back onto your heels, looking up and him with a smirk.

"Oh, I guess you don't want it that bad," you sighed, standing up and beginning to walk away. "I best be going then."

His hand wrapped around your forearm, pulling you back toward him. He dropped his pride, basically whimpering, "I need you, Y/N."

He grabbed your hips and guided them above his own, lifting your impossibly short skirt up and pulling your knickers to the side. He then spat on his fingers, spreading it generously over your hole. You braced yourself as he lined his cock up with your entrance, asking softly, "you ready, pretty girl?"

You nodded, biting your lip. You both held eye contact as he slowly pushed himself in, a soft groan falling from his lips. You briefly broke eye contact, eyes screwing shut with furrowed brows, gasping at the feeling of him stretching you deep, every inch of your walls engulfing him. You gently rocked your hips, adjusting to his size, opening your eyes again to see his still locked on yours, hungry and hooded. His hands were on your hips, beginning to guide you up and down after you gave him an approving nod. It felt intimate, completely different to what you were used to with him. Slow movements, growing pupils, lips connecting to share soft, deep kisses.

You were unfamiliar with the feeling you were experiencing. A giddy, warm feeling that was foreign in contrast to the usual provocative, needy, lustful feeling you felt with your professor. He began thrusting up into you in time with your own motion, lips grazing your cheeks or forehead every so often. It was otherworldly. It always felt amazing, but there was something about this time. Instead of your usual loud and obnoxious string of curse words and heady moans, today you were both letting out short breaths and words of praise. His arms had snaked their way around your waist, basically hugging. Your head was rested on his shoulder, nails lightly raking his back through his shirt as you whimpered quietly, making sure he knew how good he was making you feel.

"That's it, darlin'."

"Does that feel good?"

"You're such a good girl, Y/N."

It was overwhelming in the best way possible, you didn't want it to end. That was until he started pulling your top off. You halted all movement, removing your hands from him and quickly pulling your shirt down.

"What are you doing?" He frowned, sitting back from you. You couldn't even find the words to say, tripping over your tongue as your brain failed to form an excuse. His brows knitted together as he pulled down the neck of your shirt, deadpan expression when he saw the light hickeys on your neck. You froze.

He chuckled dryly in disbelief, shaking his head and jutting his jaw. You climbed off him, watching the way he quickly pulled up his boxers. You felt sick.

"Sir, it isn't what you think." You lied through your teeth, slightly panicked.

"Aren't you a little old for that?" He laughed condescendingly, standing up to zip his pants. He towered over you and you sunk down into yourself, feeling ashamed and smaller than ever. You didn't say anything, just stared down at your feet, incredibly embarrassed.

"So, who was it?" He questioned, sighing as you fiddled with your fingers behind your back, eyes still locked on the ground. "Ah. I see."

"It was nothing more than a drunken kiss," you defended yourself, so quiet it was barely audible. "I promise it meant nothing."

"No need to explain yourself to me," he scoffed, bitter. "You can explain to Trey why he's gonna get kicked from my class."

"Oh, come on." You grumbled, rolling your eyes. There it was, there was the fiery side your professor knew and loved. "We aren't exclusive, Mr. Stone. I've never even called you by your first name."

"You could have?" He laughed in your face. "You're unbelievable. You'll put my cock in your mouth every single day, yet you're stuck on the fact you've never called me by my name? Like, come on, you've gotta hear how stupid you sound."

That's when the lump in your throat formed. He was back to the nasty version of himself you hadn't missed. Fighting your hardest not to tear up in front of him, you hissed, "What the fuck do you want me to say? I like you, Matt. A lot."

"Then why are you letting Mr. C plus shove his tongue down your throat?" Still towering over you, his tone was cold and intimidating. You never picked him for the jealous type... but then again, you never picked him for the bending-his-students-over-his-desk type either.

"What are you gonna do, huh?" You taunted, a new wave of confidence striking you. "Ask me to be your girlfriend?" The cocky smirk on your face elicited a rage deep inside Matt that was close to exploding.

"Get out." He commanded flatly, inches away from you.

"W-what?" You laughed in his face, the knot in your throat forming again as your cheeks heated.

"I said get out." He spat, eyes gleaming mean. "You're a brat. You're gonna learn the hard way that talking to people like that is only going get you hurt."

Your eyes burned as tears began to form. "I didn't mean it," you choked trying to blink away the tears. "I really like you, I didn't mean it. I just thought you only wanted sex, I'm sorry-"

His face softened as you spoke, grabbing your jaw before kissing you softly. You breathed hard through your nose, tears threatening to fall as you closed your eyes. He pulled back and wiped a stray tear away with his thumb.

He was one confusing motherfucker.

"I'm sorry, Matt, it didn't mean anything, I didn't let him touch me or anything, I only want you, it was a stupid mistake-" you babbled through tears, a sudden heavy feeling of regret weighing on you.

He pulled you into a hug, shushing you, running his hand through your hair. "It's okay, no need to cry."

You pulled back after a while, two smudged lines of mascara on the chest of his shirt.

He chuckled softly, brushing your cheek with the back of his fingers. "I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I'm sorry. I shouldn't be jealous, you're right." He sighed, continuing, "I'm all over the place right now. And no, you're not my girlfriend, you can do whatever you want."

"It's just... kind of wrong." You stated, looking up at him through wet lashes. "It's fucked, actually."

"What, us?" He asked, and you nodded, a frown adorning your tear stained face. He sighed and nodded too. "I know. I want you so bad, Y/N. I think you know that by now."

Your heart sank a little. You knew where this was going.

"But I'm your professor," he swallowed thickly, pausing before continuing, "we shouldn't have gotten into this. It's not fair for me to mess with your emotions."

"No, don't say that," you pleaded, grabbing his hands in yours. "I'll drop out of your class, just, please. Don't."

He hesitated for a moment, biting his lip in thought. Your eyes scanned his face, worried. You prayed he wouldn't end it. You wouldn't be able to handle it, you got attached easily and god, were you falling for him.

"We'll make it work."

teehee that started going where i didn't want it so i had to think of something fast. maybe only 1 or 2 more chapters left xx

[methinmycoffee]

~~Spoilers (S26 E6)~~

A season finale to be remembered (forgotten). Eh, here's what I thought anyway.

Let's start with the positives:

I honestly enjoy Rick. He's funny, entertaining it's nice to see Garrison's impact on a positive influence in his life. I'll touch more on him in the negatives, but for now he's a generally good character. Me yelling "DUMP HIS ASS!" at the TV is good, because it means I am genuinely invested in this relationship. Even though I think Rick is far too good for Garrison, I don't mind that they're together. It's the new Clybe, a garbage fire reality TV couple.

Funny. Hehehe. I very much enjoyed the comparisons to like, a party addict but it's just Trump and he's getting a bunch of people to rally with him. Especially the scene in the bathroom where it’s like two guys doin’ it but they’re just screaming about America.

Stan is a nerd, but in a fun way. Good for him. A little out of left field, but good for him.

I enjoyed the parallel to Randy and Garrison's relationship. Especially at the end, when they reveal that Randy needs Sharon like Garrison needs Rick. Even though it's not healthy or fun for Sharon and Rick to deal with their partners, they're sort of stuck babysitting man-children they feel responsible for. Deep, but sort of fun and not as serious as I'm making it sound.

Let's middle with the negatives (idk man):

I DO NOT LIKE RANDY! Why did they do that to him? Honestly my Quest For Rankings(tm) has made me a little sad because I miss the old Randy. Since when is he an asshole with little regard for Stan's goings on? Since when is he a party guy who only cares about tits and booze and really hates Sharon and Shelly? Since he started to suck, around the time of season 20 but really going in full swing around season 22. This Randy was especially insufferable, and I do not enjoy him and Stan having a dumpster fire relationship.

Style feel divorced now. Matt Stone's characters had zero lines in this episode, so idk what's up with that, but Stan got to pick one person to play with all spring break and he chose To(l)k(i)en? Not in my canon. Seriously, I feel like this section should be longer because I’m so mad. I don’t like the change. I don’t think To(l)k(i)en doesn’t have a place in the show, but it’s not as the new Kyle.

We don’t need another bad relationship. Idk, I like Rick, but I think that maybe instead of constantly creating identical, toxic relationships where characters who used* to be fun become angry and bitter just like the aging writing staff. Give us some Stendy resolution. Give us a nice Sharon and Randy (shandy? Handy?) episode. Make a Creek episode at all. I know I complement the parallels between Garrison and Randy’s relationships, and it works well for in individual episode but imo it’s a little bit too much for every couple to constantly hate each other now. Matt and Trey must be having trouble in paradise.

*note: this is very in character for Garrison, actually. But maybe just set all that aside for a while and give us a good old fashioned Stan and his current lover (Kyle, Wendy, To(l)k(i)en even) against a clear evil without an agenda. Throw in Cartman and Kenny too.

And We’ll end with some Nitpicking:

This is honestly our season finale? This is it? A pretty decent Garrison plot and a shitty Randy plot? No main four classic adventure? No check-in for Cartman and his regular house? No hard reset away from Stolkien and back towards Style or away from Tregridy? Okay. We’ll see how the Paramount specials pan-out then.

I’m so tired, man.

The house party was a weird thing that came out of no where. Like, Randy threw water on a stripper that he hired to harass his son and his “friend”, and then the pimp(?) (not really sure, but I don’t think that’s how strippers work) was like “I’ll shoot you” so Randy said “I have drugs in the barn” and then Andrew Tate(?) was like “Okay let’s get hammered then.” And then he invited everyone he knew to a random weed farm in rural Colorado and they had a party? K.

A final thought:

I don’t usually do this. But I feel like this over-analysis was a little meaner than I usually am with these. So I’m going to put this out there: I don’t mind this episode. (5/10). It’s not evil. It didn’t kill my first born. I think Garrison’s plot was solid and in line with his character. I am just tired of toxic relationships. I don’t think this is specifically on Garrison, in fact I think the problem is more with Stendy and Shandy or whatever. I don’t like that Randy sucks now, and I didn’t like his half-assed “boys should be boys” attitude. I believe he can be done correctly, but something different needs to be done.

Also I don’t hate To(l)k(i)en, I’m mostly just mad at what’s been done to the show, and his shift to Stan’s best friend is part of it. I don’t mind Stolkien either, I’m not opposed to it, I just personal don’t think that To(l)k(i)en is that interesting and I miss the before times.

This is a call to the South Park team! You can be good. You can do good. You can write good (well). I have faith in you. If I was the only one who saw these problems, then the issue would lie more with me, but I’m not and I don’t think it is. But I have Faith! DikinBaus was good! Cupid Ye was good! Deep Learning was good! You can do some Deep Learning yourself and process what about those episodes worked, and we can get some kickass specials this summer. I believe in you! <3

[mlobsters]

supernatural s1e17 hell house (w. trey callaway)

(this is a rewatch so spoilers abound)

having a hard time remembering what happens in this episode watching the teaser. remember the symbols. is this the one with the pranks? i recall that being the tulpa episode. interesting, this is the only episode this writer did

GUY 1 Ooh, look. It's the evil root cellar. You know, where Satan cans all his vegetables.

okay that made me chuckle

is putting a spoon in someone's mouth a common prank? LOL i've always wondered about that. seems so random

SAM Man, we're not kids anymore Dean. We're not going to start that crap up again. DEAN Start what up? SAM That prank stuff. It's stupid, and it always escalates.

man. personally, i loathe pranks. but i do love how sam pulls a smidge of whiny little brother moment there about not being kids anymore. and clearly sam doesn't really hate them either :p gotta get their kicks somehow. i also am very dubious about the logistics of nair in shampoo actually doing anything unless you let it sit on your head a long time ignoring the smell and texture difference :P

DEAN Yeah. Most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit 'em in the persqueeter.

had to go looking to see where the hell that word is from. so far the only thing i found was an episode of that's my bush! a very short lived tv show by trey parker and matt stone on comedy central and an episode called: the first lady's persqueeter

okay then

SAM Look. We let Dad take off. Which was a mistake, by the way. And now we don't know where the hell he is, so meantime we gotta find ourselves something to hunt. There's no harm checking this thing out.

i was gonna try to just get screenshots but i'm a little surprised dean doesn't seem more bothered by this, so might gif it so i can suss out his reaction more easily :p

made the gifs

somebody had fun making those cowboy themed food signs lol

was curious if this rodeo drive-in still existed, one of the very cool things people have made on supernaturalwiki are these google maps with known filming locations by episode

it's extra fun when it's somewhere that still exists, you can go streetview and see what it looks like these days (or you know, actually visit)

these kind of kooky distorted close ups cut quickly between the kids telling outlandish stories is very goofy-xfiles vibes

DEAN Well we're reporters with the Dallas Morning News. I'm Dean, this is Sam. CRAIG No way. Well I'm writer too. I write for my school's lit magazine. DEAN Well, good for you Morrissey.

netflix and my ears hear morrison, not morrissey. and jim morrison was (according to my reading of wikipedia this moment) very into reading literature and philosophy as well as studying it at college. anyway, this is an old school spn type reference that i think is gonna fly over most people's (mine included) heads. i'm the same age as them and some of the references they make in the kripke era are *so obscure*

SAM And after his time too. That reverse cross has been used by Satanists for centuries but this sigil of sulfur didn't show up in San Francisco until the '60s. DEAN That is exactly why you never get laid.

rude, dean :p apparently sam's little palm treo is really good at taking pictures in low lighting

right, the ghostfacers intro. not my favorite recurring characters :p stuff that's built on people making a fool of themselves (them, becky) is not my jam

DEAN What the hell is this symbol? It's buggin' the hell outta me. This whole damn job's buggin' me. I thought the legend said Mordechai only goes after chicks. SAM It does. DEAN All right. Well I mean that explains why he went after you, but why me? SAM Hilarious.

-_- going into the spn and masculinity tag for that one, dean

those horns seem like a hazard

huh, guess the boys play cribbage too

such a funny concept to me that sam left his clothes outside the bathroom while he's showering. obviously they needed to for the gag to work, and gives them an excuse to have sam waltz out shirtless and wet, but also leads us to consider they must not be too bothered about privacy and getting dressed in front of each other. which isn't terribly unreasonable, consider any professional sports locker room, those guys are naked around each other all the time. anyway, i digress. rookie move, sam. leaving your clothes out when in the middle of a prank war

editing to add: i thought it looked like the underwear were in the pants but i couldn't really tell if maybe they were just under the shirt.. i am considering making gifs of something here so i went ahead and scrubbed back and forth and i think a case could be made for the underwear being inside the pants. which generally that's only happening when you take them both off in one fell swoop. who showers and puts on the the same underwear? lol. i think they may also have just been under the pants entirely and there'd be no way to tell the difference. things that don't matter for 100, alex

to which my first reaction was jesus, i was not expecting him to be so built. must be all that grave digging, right. bums me out the expectation for jacked and no cushion for dudes. and i always appreciated that dean is fit but not cut like that

something about his weird little fake high pitched laugh and his hair being shaggy and styled down so much in his face, always think he looks extra young here

DEAN I barely have any skin left on my palm. SAM I'm not touching that line with a ten foot pole.

they've got jokes!

SAM Kinda makes you wonder. Of all the thing we hunted, how many existed just cuz people believed in them.

deep thoughts

SAM I have a confession to make. DEAN What's that. SAM I, uh...I was the one that called them and told them I was a producer. DEAN Yeah, well, I'm the one who put the dead fish in their back seat. SAM Truce? DEAN Yeah, truce. At least for the next 100 miles.

our sweet, innocent (cough) sammy pranking the comic relief in an actually kind of cruel way that we won't think too much about?? :P anyway, it's nice to see them having a good time because heaven knows, we don't get much of it

[jewpacabruhs]

so, checking the tag this morning, im heavily seeing cis people going "like it or not, people pretending to be trans is a real issue & im glad matt&trey called it out" ... and that's not a discussion for cis people, plain and simple. that's an inter-community trans issue. and this little rant isn't an opinion piece, this is generalized, but some personal bias, as a dysphoric transmasc enby; i'll admit i'm not fond of transmed culture, i think it's dangerous and unnecessarily cruel gatekeeping. but trans people are allowed to have their opinions. transmed trans people are valid, whether i and many others think they're toxic or not. maybe i'm old-fashioned, where being remotely queer made u lgbt; there wasn't all these qualifications. but trans people are allowed to discuss the issue of "who is trans", even if it's sometimes done in what can be considered a harmful way; but cis people, and especially cishets, certainly do not have a say in who's "trans enough" or who's "actually trans".

maybe i'm naive, but i haven't actually seen anyone try to fake their gender, especially in athletics. i'm sure it's happened, but i see it treated like a pressing issue, especially by cis commentators, and it's like... not that prevalent. and there doesn't need to be a solution or even an opinion on something that's not even an issue. because, to me, it feeds into this rhetoric i see exclusively from legitimate transphobes; that trans women are monsters or predators, and if anyone "chooses" to identify as trans, they're a freak and/or a creep, no in between. used to be "men are gonna say they're women so they can be with my daughter in the bathroom!" now it's "men are gonna say they're women so they can beat women in sports!" idk about yall, but i think a lot of actual cis men have a bit of a deep-seated complex, and would rather die than be conceived as lgbt. admittedly the people who might actually pull a stunt like this, predators or attention-seeking asshats, wouldn't care about that sort of thing, but again, i haven't seen it be a legitimate issue.

ive also, again, never seen trans people comment on this "issue". it's exclusively debated by cis people - which already says a lot. if "the trans debate" is only a debate among cis people, and trans people are excluded in a discussion about their own welfare, that's inherently transphobic. and the lense it's discussed through - it's one that alienates and villifies trans people, especially trans women. trans women literally go through hell, they're treated worst by society; arguing whether they have a right to exist is not something they need, or something that should even be a question. this is a topic that shoulda been left in the 60s lmao. the predatory trans women trope is an excessively harmful one that gets them killed. so cis ppl (trey included here) should fucking keep away from that discussion. trans ppl typically try to mind their own damn business and live their lives; cis people can do the same. i dont have an opinion on the content within the episode itself - i just wish trey wouldn't have made it.

[scornedlove]

Chapter Fourteen

ROBYN

Why didn’t I just die? I thought to myself as I stared at the ceiling. It was 2am and I couldn’t sleep. I hated nights like these. I had a couple of glasses of wine and smoked couple of blunts with Rorrey and Le. Mel asked Rorrey to perform at her New Year’s Eve party so he and Le were staying with me for a few weeks, before heading North. It was nice having them around. I miss my brother, so their company was always welcome.  

The wine and weed together usually helps me sleep, but tonight I was high and tipsy, thinking about the car accident that redirected my life. I was supposed to be a mother right now and on nights like these I drowned myself in pity.

Just think of the bright side, now I don’t have to forever be attached to the lying cheater who got me pregnant in the first place…. No matter how much I still love him.

I missed Chris like crazy. I missed his goofiness more than anything. I missed the times he would do or say something silly just to make me laugh, but most of all I missed his friendship.  

The last year or so was more than enough to drive anyone crazy but the two and a half years we were together without the drama was everything I ever wanted.

Suddenly I had the urge to contact him. It’s been over six months since I even considered reaching out to him, but I was curious. I grabbed my phone and dialed the last number I knew of his. My face got hot with anticipation, so I hung up before it could ring. I’ll just start with a text. I decided with a sigh. After typing and deleting several things, I decided on something simple.  

Hey, this is Robyn. Just wanted to see how you’re doing these days.  

I stared at my phone, hoping for a quick reply. After a few minutes, I decided to get up and do something productive since I was up anyway. I cleaned out my fridge, did a load of laundry, and started to go through the stack of mail I had been avoiding since I got back.

I was scanning the pile, sorting the bills from the advertisement when a pretty, lacy envelope fell to the floor. I opened it carefully and a smile crept across my face as I read.

They decided to do it anyway I smiled, remembering the last conversation I had with Nikki. She said it would probably be years before they actually walked down the aisle, guess she was wrong.

I paid the bills I could online then found myself shopping. I bought myself a new bag and a couple of pairs of boots. Finally, I felt asleep approaching so I laid down.

The minute my head hit the pillow, I heard a soft tapping noise, and quickly sat back up.  

“Oh, it’s just you” I relaxed as Ollie jumped into my bed. He snores pretty loud so I usually kick him out, but tonight I needed his cuddles.  

“How’d you know I needed some kisses?” I asked, as he kissed me on my cheeks and hands until we both passed out.

“The last day of this sorry ass year” I huffed, as I hit snooze on my alarm.  It took me so long to fall asleep that I probably would’ve been better off staying up all night. Then I remembered the text. He never responded.  

“Is he gonna be an asshole for the rest of his life?” I muttered to myself, dialing his number. This time I was prepared to give him a piece of my mind.

“Hello” Kate’s familiar voice answered after the third ring.

“What the fuck!” I groaned. I’d hung up so fast, she barely even got the whole word out.  

Why didn’t I realize they were probably still together…a happy lil family?”

Now I remembered why I forced him out of my mind to begin with. He’s with HER. That was just the confirmation I needed to let go of the past.

“YOU KILLED THE FUCKIN STAGE” I yelled, slapping hands with Rorrey. He performed two songs, opening the act for an up and coming artist from England, named Ryan. He definitely had the crowd warmed up for her.

“Just wait until I get in the studio” he grinned excitedly. We took shots and I started to let loose.  

I realized I’d been stressed out over so much and for once I needed to let go. I found myself on the dance floor and after a few songs of dancing on any and everybody in my way, I knew the liquor was hitting me hard because I felt like I was being watched.  

I looked up and could’ve sworn I saw Chris, but when my eyes focused, I realized it was Matt.

“You tryna have a repeat of last year?” he asked with a smirk.

“Hell nah, you bad luck. I had a fucked up year after that kiss” I laughed, overly obnoxious.

“Well my year was great. I think you’re my good luck charm” he winked.  

I started to ease my way out of the crowd, to get as far away from him as possible, when someone stepped on my foot. Before I could stop myself, I shoved the man in front of me and he instantly pushed me back, only he was twice as rough with me and shoved me into someone else, whose drink spilled on me.

“Are you ok?” He asked helping me out of the crowd. I was fuming with rage as I fought back tears.  

“No, I’m not fucking ok” I yelled in frustration.

“Whoa, I’m not the one who pushed you” Dre frowned, clearly offended. It took me a minute to recognize him.

“Dre!” I smiled giving him a hug. As his scent filled my nostrils, I was reminded of the last time we’d spoke (which was the day before my wedding that never happened) and I started to feel uneasy.

“I figured I would run into you here, but not literally” He joked at the wrong time. I was wet and irritated so I couldn’t help but give him an evil glare.  

“I saw Mel and knew you couldn’t be too far” He explained, taking off his jacket and placing it around my shoulders.  

“Thanks” I replied, gladly taking it.

“If you don’t mind me asking, where is your husband?” He asked looking around nervously.

“You know what, fuck you!” I cursed him and took off. My blood was boiling and it took a lot out of me not to slap him. I went to the bathroom and grabbed a few paper towels and patted my shirt, which was useless considering it was a white T.

“Robyn? Hey girl!” Lala smiled, giving me a quick hug. ” This is Chris’s ex I was telling you about” she announced to the girl behind her.

“Ooh, I love those boots!” the other girl smiled.

“Thanks how you been, where’s Trey?” I asked, giving up on my shirt and tossing the paper towels in the trash.

“He’s out there acting a fool. It's too packed in here and these hoes are disrespectful. They wanna dance all on your man and shit” she shook her head. “Matter of fact, let me get back out there before I have to be a bitch’s ass. It was good seeing you though” she called over her shoulder.  

When I walked out the restroom, Dre was standing nearby, obviously waiting for me. It was hard not to feel guilty for my attitude with his soft eyes locked on me.

“I’m sorry you probably didn’t even know” I sighed with realization. We hung around mutual people occasionally but maybe the topic never came up.  

“What happened?” Dre asked, confused when I held up my hand to show him the bare finger that once held that beautiful princess cut diamond.

“It doesn’t matter” I shrugged walking off. If Trey was here, there was a pretty good chance that Chris was too. I wanted to make it back to our section which had a pretty good view of the crowd, maybe I could spot them.  

After 10 minutes of searching the crowd, I found Trey and Lala but Chris was nowhere to be found.  

He’s probably at home with his family I assumed and my spirits dropped. Fuck him. I was here to support Mel and Rorrey, and considering Rorrey’s performance was over and Mel’s party was packed, my time was served. I was ready to get wasted, then beat the crowd getting out.

I looked at my watch, five minutes left this year. Good I’m out right after I decided.  

“You bored?” Dre asked, appearing behind me.

“I’m good” I muttered, taking the glass that was in his hand and tossing it back.

“Water? Why am I not surprised? You always playing it safe. Don’t you ever take risks?” I slurred, shaking my head. He answered me by pulling me into a kiss.  

I wanted to pull back but when he slipped his tongue in my mouth, I wanted more. It had been so long since I felt so much passion. I wrapped my arms around him pulling him closer and that only intensified it.  

Before I knew it, everyone began to count down to the next year, and when they got to zero, he pulled away to say Happy New Year.

What have I done? I groaned, slapping my forehead. Not only did I have sex with Dre, I also stayed the night. I came back to his place to catch up. I told him about the wedding I ditched and the baby I lost and he told me about his new life being stress free. Apparently, he was enjoying being a bachelor and focusing on his career. One thing led to another and we had wild, passionate sex on his balcony, sofa, and bed.

I turned my head ever so slightly to see if he was awake and almost had a heart attack when he started to snore. Thank God I sighed, relaxing and easing out the bed. I grabbed my clothes and boots and slipped out unnoticed.

“Bitch!! You got some last night, didn’t you? “Paige asked, interrupting my thoughts. I couldn’t believe last night actually happened, my whole morning was thrown off because I was off in lala land.

“Huh?” I asked dumbfounded.  

“Don’t play dumb, we all saw that kiss last night” she teased. Instantly, I could feel my face get hot with embarrassment.  

“Caught red handed” Jenn giggled, adding in her two cents.  

“A lady never kisses and tells” I winked and Frankie gave me a high five.  

“I’ve taught you well” he clapped and we all roared with laughter. I was even more embarrassed when Dre showed up at noon with my purse and some food.

“Well at least we know you put it on him” Paige whispered when she saw him walking in.  

“I tried calling you, but your phone was going to voicemail. I thought you might need this” he stated handing me my bag. Do you have time to eat with me?” Truth was, I turned my phone off so I could put this conversation off as long as possible, but he was here now so, there was no use in avoiding it.  

“What’d you bring?” I asked when we were upstairs. I'd changed my old apartment to a break area for the staff and used it for storage now.  

“Burgers and Fries” he replied handing me mine, then settling down to eat his.

“How long are you planning on avoiding talking about this” he asked bluntly. We were eating in complete silence, waiting for the other one to speak first.

“I’m not avoiding anything” I lied. “It was just sex, it’s not a big deal”

“Why did you leave before waking me up?" he asked, ignoring my statement.

“I had to work early. I didn’t want to wake you” I replied nonchalantly.

“So, it was better to wake Melanie and have her drive across town to come get you?”

“I took a cab”  

“Why would you do that? I could have taken you home.”

“Relax I take them all the time. It’s no biggie” I shrugged, tossing my last fry in my mouth, then reaching over to grab a couple of his.

“If that’s the case, you need a driver. It’s much safer, there are weirdos out there” he pointed out.  

“I guess I never really thought about that” I replied, realizing he was right. I hadn’t drove since the accident because I always use Mel or a taxi. It would be much smarter to hire a driver.

“So, you didn’t sneak out because you were regretting last night?” he asked, getting to his real concern.  

“No. I enjoyed last night” I whispered. “It’s been a long time for me and last night was a much-needed release”  

“Then what are we doing here?”

I had fun. If you did too, we should just keep having fun” I shrugged as he nodded in agreement.

“I want to have fun right now” he whispered, slipping his hand up my skirt, and sending chills up my spine.

CHRIS

The last ten days were straight bullshit. I couldn’t believe I was arrested for something I didn’t do. If I weren’t mad enough to kill Michelle before, I definitely was now.

Turns out she had blackmailed mama for money, art, and jewelry. On top of that, they had footage of my vehicle parked near her home the last day she was seen. I was in jail with no bond because I was at flight risk, until my lawyer proved Michelle was still alive the next night.

He found a video of her on Facebook. She was on the pole upside down, but it was definitely her. Her desperate need for attention had finally paid off.  

“I don’t understand how this got so far” Mama stated, breaking the silence. She’d come to take me home and after learning about all that she had given Michelle, I wasn’t all that excited to see her. I wanted to say she’s the one who let it get this far, but I held my tongue. I wasn’t trying to get popped in the head.

“I’m just glad this is over with and they can finally stop harassing me” I exhaled. I was glad mama came, but I wasn’t interested in the lecturing I knew I was going to get.

“Oh, and Kate was really helpful” she stated with a side eye. I had completely forgotten about that situation.  

“Yeah, she’s gonna be staying with me for a little while” I revealed. I didn’t expect to have to explain this to mama.  

“I hope you know what you’re doing with this girl. She’s already put you in some bad situations, just like Michelle did. You need to be more careful with these women and quit leading them on" she warned, and I realized she was right.  

“I’m just trying to do the right thing for a friend, like you taught me” I explained. I had absolutely no desire to be in a relationship, especially with K.

“How has Robyn been?” she asked unexpectedly. “That’s what you should be worried about. I ran into her a few months ago and she had lost a lot of weight. Poor thing is probably so depressed” she stated sadly.  

“Mama, I tried reaching out to her, she wants nothing to do with me” I replied feeling helpless. After the past week I was not interested in any other negative news. I had plenty of time to think while I was sitting in the cell. My mind needed a break, so instead of responding, I let my mom ramble on for the rest of the ride.

“Thanks for helping me out with Diamond” was the first thing I said to Kate. I swear Diamond was twice as fat now, then when I left.

“Of course, she kept me company” she smiled, making eye contact.  

“What?” I asked, when she continued to stare.

“Do you not want to talk about the fact that you were just arrested?” she asked. I was a little irritated that she would be all in my business, so I shook my head.  

“Well it’s just… the other day you said you could take care of Ty…did you have someone else taken care of?” she asked, fearful of my answer.

“No, I was wrongfully arrested, which is why I’m out now” I defended myself. Everybody wanted to talk about this, when I preferred to leave it in last year. It was New Year’s Day and I was free, I just wanted to eat a good meal and relax.

“Oh” she nodded. “Well I’ve been working from your office. I rescheduled your meetings, classes, and events for the past week but that means you’ll be super busy for the rest of this month” she informed me and I nodded.  

“Thanks. I’m sorry for the attitude, it’s just been a long week” I apologized, feeling guilty when I realized she was only trying to help.

“It’s ok. I’m on your team” she winked.

The next few weeks were busy as promised. I was barely even home. The past few nights I stayed at the studio, while working on a new painting, so when I came home to pancakes in the shape of a heart and Kate cooking in nothing but one of my shirts, I was highly confused.

“Happy Valentine’s Day” she grinned. “I didn’t know if you’d be here today or not but I made breakfast for two”

Before I had a chance to respond, my stomach growled. The food smelled great, plus I had been working so hard that I hadn’t eaten since breakfast yesterday, so I gladly accepted. I wolfed down my food while K bragged about a daycare she’d found for Cindy.

“I was hoping you could help me out on the first month’s bill" she pleaded. I swear every time I turn around, she was asking for something. Well, I was not in the mood for anymore favors, I guess she picked the wrong day.

“I hate to disappoint you, but I can’t give you any more money” I replied, dropping my fork. “I’m going to have to draw the line. You’re taking advantage of my kindness and you know what? I don’t blame you because everything you’ve asked for, I’ve always said yes. I love ya’ll and all but I’m going to give you thirty days to figure your shit out. I’m putting the house on the market.” I announced, getting up from the table.  

I was barely here anymore and it wasn’t like I had a family, so it was only logical. This house didn’t make me happy anymore, it held too many memories, and it was kind of depressing. I think it was her being in Robyn’s favorite shirt of mine that had me feeling some type of way. It meant she was going through my things and invading my privacy while I was gone.  

I expected her to go into apology mode and beg to stay, but she didn’t even respond. Just stared at me wide-eyed for moment before nodding.

I went back to the studio to gather the paintings that were ready to hit the gallery when I ran across the painting I done of Robyn last Valentine’s Day.

I ran my fingers over it, remembering everything that had happened that day. We fought that morning and made up that night. She never even got to see the finished product.

What better day then today? I asked myself, loading it up with the rest of the art I was taking. I made it to Robyn’s boutique before I could talk myself out of it. I was going to try and steal a moment with her, but she wasn’t in. My timing was never good. I decided to leave it with a note, letting her know that after all this time, she was still on my mind.

I told myself I was just going to show up for my bro and chill for a little while, then go home and crawl  in my bed. Trey had finally proposed to Lala, after 6 months of carrying around the ring, so here I was at their engagement party. It’s not that I wasn’t happy for my boy I was geeked for him, but I was exhausted. I just finished helping K pack and move her and Cindy’s, things including the brand-new furniture I had no use for. She decided to move back in with her parents while she continued to save more money, so I was happy to be done with that situation. “-And here is the best man” Trey announced, approaching me with a woman I had never seen before. “Chris, this is Shontae, Shontae-Chris" 

“Nice to meet you” I nodded, shaking her hand.  

“Good to finally meet you too” she grinned.

“Shonte is the maid of honor” Trey explained “Really? I guess I just assumed that would be Lexi” “Well she asked Lexi first but she be declined, I guess she’s going to be doing the catering so she doesn’t want to be overwhelmed.” Shontae responded. “Don’t get me wrong, I��m still honored. She is one of my best friends so anything for the bride-to-be” 

“Why haven’t I met you before?” I asked intrigued. She was cute with her little country accent and it was hard not to notice her banging body.

“I’m from Texas. Lala and I went to high school together” she replied. “But I’ve heard quite a bit about you” she smiled shaking my hand.

“Good things I hope” I replied a little surprised, but not much. I know how women like to gossip so there's no telling what she’d heard. 

“Well I've been a fan of your art for some time now, I just wasn't aware of how attractive you are” she smiled, biting her full bottom lip.

“You're not too shabby yourself” I winked. 

“You should give her a tour at both of your galleries” Trey suggested, with a nudge. It was obvious he was trying to hook us up.

“I'd love that. I'm here for a few days figuring out the wedding stuff anyway. Would you mind?” she asked excitedly. 

“I'm sure I can make something happen” I smirked. We exchanged numbers and she promised she would be calling soon. 

“I see what you did there” I stated, punching Trey in the arm as soon as she was out of sight.

“She cute huh?” he laughed, waiting my approval.

“Yeah, she is fine, but don’t be trying to hook me up. Especially with Lala’s friends. She’s crazy so I know they are too” I laughed.

“You just need some fun. It’s obvious that all that Robyn shit fucked you up. You gotta get back to your old self, and why not start now....with her?” he asked with a smirk. I knew he was right, but I wasn’t interested in courting any women or starting something new, so all I could do was nod.

I was literally on my way out the door when I was stopped by Lexi. “Chris” she yelled, trying to catch up to me. “Where you headed?”

“I have some stuff to take care of. Why? What's up?” I asked curiously.

“Nothing, I was hoping we could hang out after this, but I guess you have stuff to do” she rolled her eyes and started to walk off, then stopped in her tracks. “You know, you could have just kept it real with me” she blurted.

“Girl what are you talkin about?” I sighed. I swear women are always in their feelings.

“Well I used to think you were just going through the motions and hoping to get back with Robyn, but after meeting her and seeing her new boo, I know that couldn't be the case. You could have just told me you're not interested, no hard feelings” she shrugged and continued walking off, leaving me confused.

I wanted to not feel affected after hearing that but I was. I knew I had no right to be upset, she’s made it clear she's done with me. I just couldn’t accept it.  I thought maybe if I gave her some time and space, she would eventually reach out to me. After hearing the possibility of someone new in her life, I realized I should at least give it one more shot. I had to think of a way to win her back before it was too late.

[telekineticseance]

LOSING IT

pairing: matt stone x f! assistant reader

summary: you get ready for your day to work with matt (second part to circumstances)

genre: fluff

word count: 1311

cw: legal age gap although nothing happens....yet

author's note: y'all really liked the first part and asked for it to be a series and although i'm shit with updating i thought i would at least attempt. but thank you for the likes on the first part it makes me happy that you guys enjoyed it!

if you haven't read the first part check it out here: "CIRCUMSTANCES"

The sound of your alarm caused you to wake up and you let out a groan before hitting the snooze button on the analog clock on your nightstand, feeling a sharp pain go through your head as you closed your eyes tightly. You heard movement and soft snoring coming from next to your bed as your eyes widened, forgetting about the events from the night before. You slowly fought against the shooting pain in your head as you looked over the edge of your bed to reveal Matt sleeping on the cushions. His small curls were as messy as they could get and he slept with his mouth partially open as he let out those soft snores you heard before.

You watched him intently, but not in a creepy way. More like a watching in awe way. Like when you go to the aquarium and see the fish swim around in their tank as a child. You'd never seen Matt like this before. I mean sure he'd take naps at the office for those nights when you would be with him until 5 am or so, but this was different. He seemed so calm, peaceful. He took in a deep breath and stretched his arms over his head before his eyes started to flutter open. You quickly leaned back onto your bed, acting like you were sleeping before the snooze from your alarm went off resulting in you jumping slightly and you hit the off switch.

Matt let out a groan causing you to roll your eyes back slightly, Jesus Christ he was hot. He moved around in the blankets before his phone began to ring and he answered, "Yes Trey I'm on my way." You heard a voice coming from the other end of the phone as he let out a couple sighs and he stood up from the cushions and hung up his phone after finishing his conversation with Trey. He put his phone in his pocket and looked at you, you hid under your blanket with only your eyes peering out as he gave you a small grin.

"Good morning. You feeling better?" He asks, using his hand to flatten out his hair as he looks down at you. You nod slowly, "My head kind of hurts but I'll be fine."

He chuckles a little at your response before nodding, "Well uh, my offer still stands. You don't have to come in today if you don't want to."

You shook your head at him, determined you weren't going to cause this to miss a day of your work. He nodded while smiling before looking down at the ground and then looking back at you on the bed, "Alright well then I'll see you in a little bit." He gives you a small awkward wave before leaving the room and shortly after you hear the front door open and shut.

You buried your head into your pillow and pulled the blanket over your head before letting out a muffled scream. You had to stop. You finally had a chance with some guy last night but basically ran away with Matt the moment he told you to. He was your boss. You were his assistant. That's all you two would ever be. But no matter what, you constantly had this hope sitting inside of the pit of your stomach.

You sighed before rising from your bed and grabbing the ibuprofen and water that Matt had left beside your bed before taking both and then walking to the bathroom to take a shower. You let the hot water run down your face and body, letting the energy from the shower take away your thoughts. You planned out your day as you washed your hair and body, it was a Sunday, South Park aired on Wednesday so you knew it was going to be a busy day for everyone at the office including you.

You finished washing up before shutting off the water and dressing in a simple white button down blouse tucked into a pair of light blue jeans with some black heels. You didn't have to dress too formal for your job but it was nice to at least put effort into how you dressed. Especially if you were lucky enough to get a compliment from Matt, even if it's as simple as him saying your hair looks nice.

It was getting time for you to head out as you did one last glance in the mirror before grabbing your keys and bag before leaving, you still haven't found your phone and that was stressing you out even more on top of the day you had waiting for you. You hopped into your little Nissan car before driving to the Starbucks closest to the studio. You ordered the usual Venti Americano for Matt, he didn't like all the flavors despite occasionally asking for a sip from yours if you tried something new, but then he'd shake his head and tease you about it being too sweet and say something along the lines of "Would you like some coffee with your syrup?" You ordered a drink for yourself before heading to the studio.

Once you arrive you walked in through the glass doors and made your way through the offices, greeting the others working in their cubicles before walking over to Matt's office. You lightly knocked on the door and saw Matt sit up more straight as he yelled for you to come in. You walked in slowly and set the drink down on the table and he let out a little chuckle, "Thanks." You smiled in response before sitting on the couch across the room and setting your bag down, "How's everything going so far?"

Matt shrugged as he scratched the top of his head, "I think we're on a pretty good schedule so far. Might get out of here at a good time." He took a sip from his cup and looked at you, his eyes scanning you up and down. "You look nice."

A warmth rose to your cheeks as you repositioned yourself on the couch, clearing your throat, "Thank you." He let out a small chuckle before getting up from his desk and walking across the room grabbing a small box from the cabinet. "I got you something. And before you object, you need it." He said as he walked over to your side, sitting down on the couch next to you.

Your eyes widened as you reached out and grabbed the box from his hands and slowly opened it revealing a new iPhone with a black case on it. "M-Matt I.." He smiled as he shook his head at you, "No you needed a new one so I got it for you. It's a part of your job to have a phone so you can make any calls for me and so that I can get a hold of you. I already got it set up and got everything transferred from your old phone thanks to the phone company so you don't have to worry about anything."

The phone sat in your hands as you turned to look over at him and he had a small grin on his face, as his head was tilted to get a better look at your face. He had set up your lock screen to a picture of you two that you had taken late one night at work, he objected to the photo multiple times but you finally convinced him and it was one of your favorite memories of you two. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him for a hug and he chuckled as he hugged back. "You didn't have to do this."

He nodded against your shoulder, his thumb lightly stroking your back as he held you tightly against him, "I know but I wanted to."

updated a/n: part three :)

[telekineticseance]

INCAPABLE

kinktober day eleven: humiliation

pairing: matt stone x gn!reader

summary: your first hollywood experience wasn't as cheerful as you imagined it would be

genre: smut

word count: 1826

cw: public humiliation, degrading, name calling, meandom!matt, minor hair pulling, oral (m!receiving), unprotected sex

author's note: i'm a day late but i made it. i'll post day 12 later today as well.

Hollywood wasn’t what you thought it was going to be before you migrated out West to pursue a career. You weren’t sure what you wanted to do, you just knew you wanted to pursue some sort of career in film or maybe even a tv show. So you were taken aback when you were offered a job position in working for some new movie from new filmmakers in the area.

The only negative thought you had was the fact that one of the guys who was in charge was a complete asshole to you and as much as you felt stupid around him because of the mess ups he called you out on because of the way he looked, it always left you slightly turned on.

“You know when I asked for you to help with setting up the scene I meant for you to do it the right way.” Matt’s voice rang behind you, causing you to jump slightly before turning around, looking at him.

You looked down at your shoes, unable to form words as you looked at him, “I’m sorry I was just doing what Trey told us to do.”

The scoff coming from him made you want to curl up and die but this is what it took to make it in Hollywood right. Deal with the assholes?

“I’m sorry it won’t happen again.” Was all you could say, glancing up at him. He leaned down to get lower to your height, holding eye contact with you as he did.

“Good because it won’t be the end of the movie if we lose a crew member.” Matt’s voice was stern and sent chills down your spine as you gave him another nod, before watching him turn to leave.

You didn’t even notice that you were holding your breath until he rounded the corner and you let out a deep breath, your heart racing.

The rest of the day went smoother, you trying to avoid Matt the best you could, continuing to listen to Trey as he instructed everyone whether it was how to act or if it was how to move a set piece and where to go with it.

“Y/N what did I tell you?”

That voice caused you to jump every time it rang across the room. You slowly turned, breaking away from your conversation, looking at him, unable to speak. “I uh..”

“Hm? What was it I said about actually doing your job and not fucking off?”

“I wasn’t fucking off I was-“

“I don’t want to hear your excuses. I told you one thing and you did another. Now she has a scene to do and you’re distracting her.” He motioned to the actress who you were talking with.

You couldn’t help but feel that same familiar feeling as you clenched your thighs together subtly while looking down, fiddling with your hands, “Yes sir. I’m sorry.”

As you glanced up, you noticed him staring you down before rolling his eyes and walking off. You were quick to walk to the bathroom, taking a few breaths as you splash water in your face. You hated the fact that you got turned on when he looked down at you, when he would practically publicly humiliate you in front of the actors and crew.

You heard Trey yell for “Action!” before you took another few breaths, walking out of the bathroom and feeling your body collide with a taller figure. You paused and looked up to see Matt looking down at you with an almost blank expression on his face.

“Can we talk in private?” Matt’s voice chirped up as he looked down at you. You slowly looked up at him before nodding and starting to walk off to a separate room with him.

You shut the door behind the two of you as you walked into the room, your palms growing more sweaty by the moment as your heart raced. Preparing yourself for what Matt was going to get onto you about now, or worse fire you. And if you got fired from your first job, you might as well have moved back home because the thought that it would prevent you from being able to get another job in Hollywood sat in the back of your mind.

“Trey sent me in here with you to apologize for my behavior the last couple of days.” He crossed his arms over his chest, not holding eye contact with you.

“O-Oh. Um..”

“Let me finish,” You quickly closed your mouth to let him continue. “I’m not going to because personally I think you can be incapable of following directions.  But he said since it’s your first movie I should cut you some slack because not everyone has experience in this stuff.”

You looked down, the subtle comment about you causing you to get the feeling again as you nodded. You felt your eyes scan you before he moved closer, “Are you going to defend yourself? Or just take it?”

You shrugged, you didn’t really want to argue back with the fear of your job being constantly dangled over your head but sometimes you thought if you argued back Matt would decide to leave you alone.

Matt’s fingers gripped your chin as he forced you to look up at him, your eyes widening slightly, “So are you? Tell me about how you can follow directions? About how you want to stay here?”

“Well..I guess I mean….” The lump in your throat made you stumble over your words as you thought your heart was going to explode. Your eyes looked at Matt, he had his costume on but minus the wig. The mustache he grew himself, opting out for a fake one but you thought it complimented his face nicely. His shirt was tight against his skin, you could practically see the shape of every curve, every muscle from underneath it.

Matt took another step close, you felt the lump in his jeans press against you, causing your breathing to halt. Was he?

“You know you’d be so much hotter if you didn’t tend to be incompetent.”

His hips moved subtly, the bulge in his pants becoming more prominent as he let out a small groan, “I see the way you look when I talk to you. When you have to go hide in the bathroom to consume yourself.”

His hand continued holding onto your chin, forcing you to look at him as he talked to you, “You get turned on when I talk down to you don’t you?”

His voice was low as you just nodded, ashamed that he knew but the feeling of his bulge moving against you made you come to terms with maybe he was more into it as well.

“Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to fuck you over this desk until you’re a blabbering mess?”

His hands had moved to go from his fingers holding your chin to his hand covering most of the lower half of your face as your face was slightly smushed from his grasp.

“I-I don’t want you to stop.” You choked out, looking up at him.

He gave you a smirk before pulling back from you, “Get on your knees.”

You quickly obeyed, climbing onto your knees in front of him before you looked up. His hands started to unbutton his jeans before he pulled them down, his cock springing free from the tightness of the jeans but with a lack of underwear underneath.

Ashamed to admit it, you couldn’t help but feel your mouth practically start to water at the sight. The precum leaking from the bright pink tip, taking your thumb to wipe it off before starting to pump his cock in your hand.

He fluttered his eyes shut as he let out a small groan before you placed your tongue along the side, licking along a vein, before wrapping your lips around the tip. You started bobbing your head along his length, swirling your tongue. Matt’s hand moved to the back of your head, gripping your hair as he trusted in.

You gagged against his length, feeling his thrusts into your mouth as you listened to the sounds of his groans. Your nose occasionally touched the small patch of hair that rested above his cock as you’d take as much of him into your mouth as you could.

The occasional gagging causing Matt’s grip on your hair to tighten as he continued fucking your mouth. The sounds of curse words spilled from his mouth as he looked down at you.

It didn’t take too long before you felt a warm liquid spill from the tip, running down the back of your throat, the occasional drop leaking from the sides of your mouth. You pulled away when his grip disappeared from the back of your head, a string of saliva and cum coming from your lips before you reached up and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

Matt’s hand lifted you from the ground before he motioned to the desk. You walked over before he turned you around, bending you over the top of the desk.

You felt Matt pull at your pants before pulling at your underwear, letting it fall to your ankles. His tip teased at your entrance, causing you to gasp. He slowly slid in causing you to gasp out as you closed your eyes tightly.

He took a moment, letting you adjust to the size before his thrusts started. The pace was slower before he quickly began to go faster.

You let out a moan, not sure what to grab into so your hands migrated to the edge of the desk, holding on to it tight enough that your knuckles started turning white.

Matt’s grip on your hips tightened as the desk underneath you would shake from the pacing of Matt’s thrusts.

The sounds of skin slapping along with your’s and Matt’s moans continued to echo off the walls and you hoped nobody outside could hear what was going on inside the room.

“O-Oh fuck I-.” You cried out, tears brimming your eyes. You could barely form words as the lump in your throat just turned into more audible moans.

Matt started to hit your sweet spot as he leaned down to your ear, “I wanna see you come.” He groaned out as he thrusted.

That’s all you needed before you came, hard. The grip on the desk only got tighter as you could barely breathe from how quick your heart was beating.

Matt was soon to come after, the feeling of him filling you up sent a chill down your spine as you let out a small whine from the feeling.

He pulled out, looking down at you as you shakily sat up straight, pulling your clothes back on. You were caught off guard by Matt’s hand lightly caressing your cheek, “Hm maybe you can listen.”