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iolypse · 1 year

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qsmp eggs as D&D characters because I can't help but fuse both of my current fixations together

Chayanne — Ive decided that every single egg is a dragonborn for the sake of simplicity, so that just brings me to figuring out class and subclass for each of them. I originally was thinking a simple fighter for Chayanne, but then, upon remembering what was quite literally an oath to protect everyone, decided he'd make a rather good paladin, particularly oath of devotion. he's devoted to keeping everybody safe, no matter the cost. if I were to give him a breath weapon, it'd be fire. he's a dragonborn paladin (devotion)!

Tallulah — Tallulah was always going to be a bard, are you kidding me? from there, looking through all the bard subclasses, I figured lore suited her best. she collects info! she gave qwil that book full of info about marigolds, she asks questions so she can know more about the world. yeah. she's a smart girl. dragonborn bard (lore).

Dapper — this is THE artificer. this autistic fuck (/affectionate bc me too buddy, me too) loves everything machinery, and he's fuckin good at it, too. considering his additional love for collecting animals, I've decided to make him a battle smith so he can have a steel defender. he would take very good care of it. I considered armorer due to the unique sets of armor I've seen him wear, but battle smith suited him just a tad better. he's a dragonborn artificer (battle smith).

Ramón — Ramón is also THE artificer! they are artificer pals. while Dapper focuses more on combat-ready mechanics, Ramon's been doing a lot of work on his elevator. also, bombs! fuck, he and qfit have so many bombs, they're practically their first line of defense. therefore, artillerist. he's good at throwing shit across the battlefield, staying stationary and hunkered down. dragonborn artificer (artillerist).

Leonarda — Leo was a little difficult. from the beginning, I knew I wanted her to be a primarily martial class, but I didn't want to leave her without any magic, either. so I figured a monk could be fitting due to their innate ki. considering. you know. dragon. I just had to give her ascendant dragon. dragonborn monk (ascendant dragon).

Bobby — oh yeah, this boy's a fighter alright. I considered barbarian for his tendency to sometimes throw tantrums, but it just wasn't right for him. I definitely considered gunslinger, but he's not particularly known for his guns, and I was eventually led to banneret, aka the purple dragon knights. he's definitely one of the braver kids, and I think his bold deeds could definitely inspire those around him. Bobby is a dragonborn fighter (banneret).

Richarlyson — he was kind of difficult! Richarlyson has picked up a number of skills from all six of his dads, making him fairly versatile and all-around skilled. I was, however, leaning a more martial class, and looked to monk first. none of the subclasses felt right, so I went bard due to their jack of all trades thing. wasn't right, so I thought about ranger, and that seemed like it could work due to their wide range of specialization. looking through subclasses, I picked monster slayer out of the bunch. just about all of his dads are terrorized by cucurucho in one way or another. he's practically got a sixth sense for the fucker now. Richarlyson's a dragonborn ranger (monster slayer).

Tilín — that's a rogue. yeah. that's a rogue. qQ himself taught them all about lying to other people to get what you want, and you're gonna tell me that's not a fucking rogue? right. rogue has a ton of interesting subclasses, but I felt like soulknife was a really interesting pick for her. soulknife rogues focus on the manipulation of the mind, fucking with a person's head to change their perception or easily slip by them. felt like they could use a little bit of magic, too, so he's got the psionic abilities that come with it. this is a dragonborn rogue (soulknife).

Juanaflippa — considered fighter gunslinger, but this is also a rogue! not a particularly magical one, though. Juanaflippa never really had much, always too busy shooting guns and coping with her parents' numerous divorces. HOWEVER, when you consider the whole necromancy element of her character (died, came back, fucking died again) on top of all the headcanons of her haunting the island, she's a pretty fun phantom. she's got an innate connection to death and the undead, and she knows what's dead when she sees it. I debated scout, but phantom was too cool to pass up. dragonborn rogue (phantom) for her.

Trump — I don't know shit about trump, but I like to think that if he survived longer, he would've taken after the crazy science aspect of both his dads, giving it a magical twist and going wizard. figured either evocation or abjuration would be good subclasses for him. decided on abjuration because damn, that's what this kid needed. dragonborn wizard (abjuration).

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gegg — plasmoid/changeling bard (valor). if you can find my other post on the English speakers as D&D classes, he's literally just slimecicle. nothing too special here. gegg.

#qsmp #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #qsmp dapper #qsmp ramon #qsmp leonarda #qsmp richarlyson #qsmp bobby #qsmp tilin #qsmp juanaflippa #qsmp trump #qsmp eggs #qsmp gegg #qsmp slimecicle #qsmp wilbur #qsmp quackity #qsmp fitmc

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malichev · 14 days

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This Thursday’s Fit lore, in summary: qFit has survived in the cave for months, he is covered in bruises and wounds. He was tired and starving. Madagio returns, but not surprised that he survived and explains that there has been a change in plan and they no longer need qFit's services. By adopting a new approach, Fit's contractual obligations are considered fulfilled. qFit is curious about his boss's plan, but Magagio doesn't want to reveal it. qFit requests to be be sent back to Quesadilla Island, but Madagio remembers that he is from a different world, 2b2t, so connecting him to Quesadilla required energy, which was taken from Vacuus Island, where they are currently and to execute their mysterious plan, Madagio needs all that energy, so in the end Fit will be sent back to 2b2t, because that's how it was supposed to end. That's why they warned qFit not to form attachments. However, Madagio allows him to give him one last day on Quesadilla Island, but warns that qFit will not be satisfied with what he will see. In other words, qFit returns and discovers that everyone is gone, his friends (he visits the house of qCellbit, qPhilza, qBagi, qTubbo, etc.), his children (no more eggs, no Ramon, no Richas) and after going to the ranchod and qMike, he finds out that qPac and qMike also die, the graves are there. He feels shocked and devastated, staring at what he sees in front of him in disbelief. He begins to think that he does not belong to this world and that he is just a guest, a passerby. qFit spends some time sitting next to qPac's grave, speechless and motionless, just like in that cave on Vacuus Island. With a heavy and broken heart, and a head full of questions, confusion and sadness, he decides to write a letter to Ramón, while he is alone in his son's room. In the end, he returns to his old lifestyle in the 2b2t world. He has to return to his old lifestyle, but tragically and poetically, he cultivated a small patch of grass to plant some roses, a sign of his connection with qPac. He looks at the delicate, fragile flower, and thinks of all his friends and family as the winds blow across the desert. No matter what happened and no matter the fact that he's trapped in this horrible place once again, he definitely doesn't regret forming the connections he did.

In terms of good and bad ending. It's not good, but it's not bad considering it could be worse, so I judge it neutral (sad, but with lessons learned). It ended poetically, a mercenary learning about love, family and friends, discovering that he could be much more than he thought, and that he deserves much more than he believed he did.

Thankyou FitMC.

#qsmp #qsmp brasil #qsmpbr #qsmp lore #qsmp 2024 #qsmp fitmc #qsmp fit #qsmp hideduo #hideduo #qsmp ramon #qsmp richarlyson #qsmp eggs #qsmp madagio #qsmp philza #qsmp bagi #qsmp cellbit #qsmp pac #qsmp tubbo #qsmp mike

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factorialsotherfandoms · 10 months

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Scribbled this out a few nights ago. It’s not really about any specific event, though it references the Tazercraft Prison stuff and the Election Dinner so spoilers for those. It just... idk I know cc!Philza rarely does lore because by the time people get going he’s falling asleep, buuuuuut in character he surely has his reasons too. Even if getting dragged into it will happen sooner or later. Also. I saw the Antarctic Empire outfit from smp earth and was like. that’s a cool colour I’ll make him wear it. Then ran with it.

Fit, Philza, and the inevitable.

Philza was retired. Fit knew this, and he respected it - after everything, his friend deserved nothing less than to stay at home with his children, to grow potatoes and build basements and decorate nearly every surface with moss and glowberries. His swords had been swapped for axes, his armour hung up for more easily cleaned dungarees, and his wings clipped so badly that he might never regain use of them again.

That last point? It hurt Fit, it hurt him so bad. He remembers seeing Philza fly across worlds, dark as night and free as a bird. Nobody could have stopped him, then. Now... the codes can, Etoiles could, but this world was strange and none of the rules were quite right, and Philza had always been resistant to change.

But Philza was also a dear friend, and Fit could no longer afford for this to go wrong. He trusted nobody on this island, not one of them.

Well.

He trusted Philza, but perhaps it was that trust too which made him hesitate. When Pac and Mike were merely kidnapped for a day, he had been tempted, so tempted to tell him. But then he would have had to tell the rest, and...

Fit was no fool. He knew how it would end. Philza would be unwilling to involve himself, to scared of risking his children- one too eager to fight, the other an easier target than most.

And yet, Philza would help him anyway. Because they were friends, because they had always been friends, because Philza might have been unwilling but he very rarely said no to a genuine plea for help.

He would have agreed, and he would have destroyed himself to do it.

So here they were, stood at the edge of the wall. Ramon was antsy, ready to go, but Fit had insisted on wishing Philza and his eggs a proper goodnight.

"Night mate," his old friend said, as he opened the hatch to his basement.

Fit hesitated, and Philza escaped. But...

"Wait here Ramon," Fit opened it for himself, and followed Philza down.

"Fit?" The confusion was so genuine. "Did you need something else?"

"Philza," he replied. "Put the kids to bed, but then I need to speak to you."

Philza frowned, but nodded - told Fit just to wait outside.

After a short while, Philza returned to the top. His face was grim, and they both knew how this conversation would end.

"So Philza," Fit said. "Do you remember where I come from?"

"I do," Philza replied, his frown falling further.

"I've been taking steps to deal with the Federation at the request of-" Fit spoke quickly, cut off by Ramon headbutting him hard enough to bruise.

"I don't want to know," Philza glanced to the hatch behind him as he spoke, preventing Fit from continuing. "My children, Fit, you know-"

"I do know," Fit held out a hand. "I’m sorry old friend; I wouldn't be asking if I had any other option left."

Philza closed his eyes, looking down and seeming every bit his age. After a long moment he sighed, looking up to the sky, and then the Federation eyesore on his doorstep.

"Just let me check on the children, alright mate? I’ll be right back."

He did not pause before pulling open the hatch.. For a moment he hesitated, looking back, before heading back down.

Fit could hear Philza talk, telling Chayanne and Tallulah to find Forever or Bad if anything happened, anything at all. The noise faded as he sang them to sleep, and then began to busy himself with something else.

Fit waited, and he could only hope that it paid off as Philza disappeared from the contacts list.

He waited, and waited, and then, seven minutes later, Philza returned.

He had changed in those minutes. Gone was the green and the black, but for the gemstone woven into his hair. The hat remained, its stripes now in a cold, icy blue. A matching tunic, a white and red cape hung with gold chains around his neck. It covered the great, black wings, but they - clipped as they were - sat more freely upon his back, stretching and folding themselves with ease.

And then a black mask, made of his own black feathers and woven into the long, golden hair. It formed a crow's face and beak, covering every identifying part of his face.

And around his neck hung the the Favour of Lady Death herself.

In his full regalia, not as Philza of the Hardcore worlds, nor as Death's beloved Angel, but as the ruler of an Empire which once claimed all the world.

Fit nodded to him.

Philza nodded back.

"Tell me, FitMC of 2b2t," Philza's voice dropped low, everything about him making clear the threat he posed to all’. "What do you need me to do?"

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp philza #qsmp fitmc #fanfic by op #my lore knowledge is minimal but I had an outfit idea and I ran with it #q!philza #q!fitmc

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ohnothisisathing · 13 days

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Fairytale

Finally at the end of finishing my unfinished fics from Hideduo Kiss Week, which I stopped because I was so behind. It’s been fun. You can see my previous ones in my temp fanfic tag.

Day 7: Free! I chose true love’s kiss. Ramon and Sunny are in this one with mentions of others.

Content warning: none at all. Rated All Ages

Once upon a time there was a mighty king whose armor was only as shiny as his bald head even when it was covered by the blood of his enemies. One day, walking through the woods after a long battle, he comes across a beautiful place with glowing vines and roses. In the middle of it was a man asleep in a glass box. Quickly a woman and her beautiful daughter come through the vines and point terrifying frying pans at him.

“It’s Em! She’s a princess, right?”

“She can be.”

“I’m a princess too, right? With my Pa?”

“Yes, you and Tubbo can be princesses :v”

“No no, I’m the princess and he’s a rich king.”

“Fit is already king in this story, but I will try. Anyways…”

Fit recognizes the two as Lady Bagi and Princess Empanada. He raises his hands in surrender and lets the light reflect off his head so they recognize him. They lower their frying pan and greet him as a friend. They tell him that their kingdom has fallen under a terrible curse where everyone but them has fallen into a permanent sleep and the only way to break the curse is to wake their prince with true love’s kiss.

The King looks closer at the glass box and he recognizes that face too. It’s Pac. They fought together to save a village on their border and spent time together in the aftermath laughing and telling stories and helping rebuild. Pac was funny and strong and wonderful, but Fit had his duties as king so they couldn’t stay together.

“Where are you in the story, Mustache Boy?”

“It’s a fairytale. Why would I be in it?”

“You’re always with your dads. Why wouldn’t you be?”

“I don’t think I’m in this story.”

“Em and I are in the story! I think you should be too.”

“I don’t want to be a princess.”

“You can be my royal bodyguard and protect me like you do in real life!”

“Yeah, I think I can do that :D. Now back to the story.”

King Fit looks down into the glass box and wonders what would happen if he kisses him. If it would save an entire kingdom it was worth a shot. Pac would understand, but the mighty king is nervous like he never was on the battlefield because if it works it means that his feelings are true love.

He leans down and kisses him softly on the lips. The lights on the vines seem to glow brighter, but the king barely notices.

The prince’s eyes open and he looks up, blinded by the light shining off the bald head until he sees the face of his true love.

Prince Pac gets out of the box with everybody’s help and he gives the king a hug and thanks him for breaking the curse. Pac holds the king’s hands and kisses him this time. He says that their kingdom already has a king and princesses and doesn't need a prince who gets curses put on them so maybe he can go to Fit’s kingdom and be with him. The king says that he would like that.

They travel through the awakening kingdom with Lady Bagi and Princess Empanada to meet King Tubbo. They reach the castle and are greeted by the prettiest princess in the world, Sunny, and her loyal guard Ramón. They thank King Fit for saving the kingdom.

They meet with King Tubbo and laugh with him as friends do, but King Tubbo does not approve of Pac going to live with King Fit, but their true love broke the curse so he could not stop them. So they left the kingdom hand-in-hand without the king’s blessing, and-

“And then Princess Sunny orders her brave knight to go with them to make them visit her.”

“That’s not how the story goes.”

“Yes it does! And they see how brave and kind he is and love him so much that they adopt him and he becomes prince of that kingdom.”

“Do they?”

“Duh. Obviously.”

“Okay :D”

Princess Sunny orders her knight to go with King Fit and Prince Pac, saying that she needs him to make sure they visit. Unknown to her, they had already made plans to visit often because they love the princess so much and would miss her and all their family in the kingdom, even King Tubbo. They eventually adopt the knight Ramón when they see how strong and brave he is and take him on adventures and tell him stories and hug him and give him gifts and love him like he never imagined anyone would. They become a family and visit Princess Sunny and their family in the neighboring kingdom often, and they lived happily ever after.

“Good Story Mustache Boy.”

“Thank you Diamond Girl. Now time for mimir. Buenas noches hermanita. Hasta mañana.”

“Sweet dreams! See you in the morning.”

#QSMP fanfic #hideduokisswk #FitPac #Hideduo #My temp fanfic tag

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slimyficgirl · 2 years

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Bad boy type (Zimelu x reader)

Scratched record was the last record store on the metro district, as everything was going digital, and it would be closing down within the week. As much as you wanted to do something to save your favorite store, rally up a fundraiser or anything, the owner had already given up the fight. Now all you could do was take advantage of the closing sale.

You and your friend Sunny stood in the back of the shop, going through some old rock vinyl when the bell above the entrance jingled and Sunny let out a groan. Looking up from the Ramones record you had in your hands, you say the cause of her grief. Cadence, Trisha, and Tiffany. Three girls from your university that still acted like mean girls from high school, despite having graduated from that years ago. All three were from the Dream fever district, and they made sure everyone knew it with their stylish clothes and money.

Ugh, how cliché.

"What are they even doing here." Sunny hissed under her breath as she joined you at the rock aisle and you shrugged. "I think tickets for 1010 are going on sale at that fancy cyber café across the street, they're probably just waiting for that. Ignore them." "1010? That's a band you like too, right? Are you getting tickets?" You snorted softly. "Please, like I could afford those things. I'm, like, heeeellls broke." And wasting what little money you had here at the record shop. The bell rang again and this time you both groaned. The three joker queens were now joined by their joker king, Alan. While the three girls were mean in a more psychological way, Alan could be outright violent. "Maybe we should bail.."

Hush, let's kick it in to touch.

And wash away the sludge that's withering our minds.

Words, a message to the world,

To let the masses learn that someone holds a light.

Oh shoot. That was your song.

You couldn't leave now.

You turned to Sunny with a grin on your face and she immediately dropped to her knees, playing an air guitar. You followed suit, raising your fists to play your imaginary drums as the two of you danced around the aisle. Of course Cadence and her groupies had noticed, and of course they'd likely mock you for this, but somebody else passing by the shop had noticed too. He stared through the window at the little show you and Sunny put on, a smirk creeping across his face.

So yeah, I'm ready for you.

Yeah, I'm ready for you.

Yeah, I'm ready for you now?

Are you ready for me?

Are you ready for me now?

How cute.

"How childish." Just as the song ended, Cadence and her friends made their way over, her arms crossed as she sneered down at you. How could somebody so rich and so pretty be so awful? Did her parents not love her enough? Did she feel overwhelmed with the social pressure of those around her and their expectations? You didn't care, all you cared about was that she was being a mega bitc-

"As if you didn't embarrass yourself enough in music history class today." Cadence went on, Trisha and Tiffany snickering behind her as Alan joined her side. "I mean, you couldn't even get such a basic question like where the term serenade came from." "um, Um, I don't know, Mrs. Wright." Alan mimicked you in an obnoxious, high pitched voice, "It comes from the Italian word Serenus, by the way. Not that you're smart enough to remember that. The school is really going down hill to let people like you in." "Is this how you deal with daddy taking away your allowance after you threw that fit in Mr. Mackey's class?" Sunny hissed, her temper flaring already. Unlucky for her, Alan's was even worse. He stepped forward, their faces way too close. "What did you say to me, you little freak?"

You sighed and, knowing this was a bad idea, placed a hand on his chest to try and push him back. "Back off, Alan Jones."

You got a hand around your throat in response. Crud.

"I don't take orders from anyone, especially not pieces of poor trash like you."

The entrance bell jingled.

Heavy steps approached.

"Let. Her. Go."

OwO? What's this?

The deep, stern, and poison dipped voice made everyone pause. Wincing you craned your neck to see who had spoken. Your jaw dropped. Standing there was a very, VERY tall robot wearing a black navy uniform with red highlights. he had a matching red mohawk with side burn and red eyes that stared hard at Alan. You yelped as his grip on your neck tightened. "Or you'll what. Scram, you cheap AI girl toy." Oof, a bit awkward of a comment seeing as you knew Cadence very much wished 1010 were her girl toys. You might have laughed if you weren't, ya know, being choked out right now. The big red boy, also known as Zimilu, reached down, grabbed Alan's wrist, and squeezed. You heard a pop that made you wince before the stereotypical bully dropped you on your butt, staggering back and gripping his now limp hand. he was cursing up and down, heading to the door with Cadence, Trisha, and Tiffany. “I’ll have you turned into scrap metal! And you!” He pointed a finger at you.

”Watch yourself! Don’t forget I know where you sleep, loser!”

Oh boy. Well. Seemed like you had a lot to look forward to when you returned to your dorm.

But you didn’t have time to think about that as Zimilu grabbed your jaw gently and tilted your head up. He was checking your neck. “Are you okay, baby? Does it hurt?” “…n-noooo?” A little, but you felt too awkward to say anything. “I’m okay..thanks.” “Of course, baby. That sort of behavior isn’t cool. Even to me.” And he was supposed to be the bad boy type. He gave you a slight smile once he was sure you were okay. “Name?” “Uh..Y/N. And this is Sunny.” You motioned to your friend, who was frothing at the mouth for revenge. Zimilu gave her a nod and held out his hand expectantly. “Phone.” “..huh?” You tilted your head and he snapped his fingers. “Phone. Give me your phone, baby.”

…whyyyy?

You hesitated and handed him your cellphone. He hummed as he typed something in, struggling as his hands were bigger than the phone, then handed it back to you. “If he does ANYTHING, you call me, understand?” “Um..” You were..really confused. He used a finger to tilt your chin, forcing you to look him in his eyes. They seemed a bit warmer now. “Understand?” He repeated. You swallowed, your mouth dry, and gave a nod. He smirked and stepped back. “Good. I have to go back to the ticket stand but I’ll see you real soon, beautiful.” Then he just..strolled out. You glanced down at your phone, staring at the number he put in.

Holy crap.

#no straight roads #nsr #nsrxreader #nsr x reader #1010xreader #1010 zimelu #i realize I misspelled his name but I’m so tired #forgive me 1010 simps I’m begging you

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heyits-mars-x · 1 year

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Olivia Rodrigo and the New Era of Punk

Note: The following essay is one that I wrote last year for a writing class. Some information may be slightly outdated since we live in the age of the internet; where things are constantly changing.

On May 21st, 2021, Olivia Rodrigo, an teenaged musician, released her debut album, SOUR, and the world imploded. Well, not actually, but the album did resonate with millions of listeners, especially young women coming to age in a new era of social media and global unrest. Rodrigo’s popularity after the release of SOUR spread across genres, and it wasn’t long before someone said:

“Hey, this chick is kinda punk.”

From that moment on, the people of the alternative music scene were getting into vicious arguments regarding the validity of that statement. Newer generations (or anyone who wasn’t a middle-aged, straight, cisgendered, white man) had Olivia Rodrigo’s back, defending her against the people who claimed she was simply a poser. I am one of those supporters, and I believe Olivia Rodrigo has successfully written punk music because not only does she fit the mold of a young, punk artist, but also because some of her music stylistically fits into the most broad definition of punk music. Genre lines are blurred, and if you look back at most episodes in alternative music history, punk was the grandfather for the modern subgenres of emo, metalcore, and pop punk.

Since she is a new artist, it is important to understand Rodrigo’s background. Olivia Rodrigo was born on February 20th, 2003, and is currently nineteen years old. Before she burst into the spotlight and became a household name, she was an actor in Disney’s High School Musical: The Series and Bizaardvark (“Olivia Rodrigo”). During the lockdown due to the COVID-19 pandemic, Rodrigo, like everyone else, occupied herself with hobbies while being cooped up indoors. Thus, “driver’s license” was born (Rodrigo, 2021, “Bio”). Once released, “driver’s license” took the world by storm. Soon after that, SOUR debuted. Rodrigo had done it again - her music could be heard everywhere. It is now September, and her music still plays on repeat on radio stations and social media trends. After that, it was only a matter of time before the masses felt the need to categorize Rodrigo and her music. Her sound was unique, so people turned to the only genre they could think of: punk.

Punk also has its own history, originating in the US and the UK at roughly the same time - the 1970s - and evolved almost accidentally from wannabe rock bands playing in their garages and producing a more raw, unpolished sound (Savage). Punk’s most attractive feature was that it was ugly. Bands like the Sex Pistols, The Clash, and the Ramones brought aggressive attitudes, fashion, sounds, and lyrics to the rock and metal scene (“What is Punk Music?”). Musically, punk is fast, loud, messy, and often lacks a more melodic sound. Lyrically, punk music is gritty and controversial (“What is Punk Music?”). The pioneers of punk were angry adolescents, and they made sure the world heard their rage through bold, anti-establishment lyrics. Social commentary is a must in punk music (Savage). Many people argue that punk is now dead and gone, but I believe not only is it still alive and kicking, but also Olivia Rodrigo has successfully made modern punk music.

Starting off with the hit single featured on the SOUR, “driver’s license.” This song is often considered the one that made Rodrigo so popular amongst not only the younger generations who watched her acting career begin, but also older listeners who still related to the raw pain of a teenaged heartbreak. Upon the first listen, “driver’s license” is an emotional, melodic song about the pain experienced after a breakup (Rodrigo, 2021, SOUR). Compared to most punk music, “driver’s license” lacks a fast-paced, messy sound. Of course, there are always softer or more pop renditions of punk music (such as the widely popular subgenre of pop punk) but the sound of “driver’s license” still does not fit into that category either. It is not an acoustic song either, reminiscent of Neck Deep’s “December” or “A Part of Me,” that is common amongst pop punk artists. Lyrically, “driver’s license” is obviously filled with emotions, but the anger only shows in one line in the chorus, “I guess you didn’t mean what you wrote in that song about me,” (Rodrigo, 2021, SOUR). The emotional aspect of Rodrigo’s lyrics do mirror the aggressive nature synonymous with punk music often, but their delivery in “driver’s license” is much cleaner and more melodic than typical punk music.

Possibly one step closer to punk music is “deja vu.” Musically, “deja vu” is more fast paced, and the drums do add some edge to the overall sound (Rodrigo, 2021, SOUR). Her lyrics, once again, are very emotional, but their delivery is more pop than punk up until the two minute 45 second mark, when the song begins to ramp up in tempo, and the drums also kick into gear. During the last bridge to the end of the song, it could even be argued that the vocals become messier, even nearing the scream-sing vocals that are a trademark of punk music (Rodrigo, 2021, SOUR). However, I still do not think “deja vu” encapsulates Rodrigo’s ability to write punk music.

While “driver’s license” and “deja vu” may have not delivered that true punk spirit through sound and music, “good 4 u” turns the tables. Yes, it is undeniable that “good 4 u” is extremely similar to pop punk group Paramore’s iconic song “Misery Business,” and many accused Rodrigo of stealing from Paramore. On the contrary, as of September 2nd, it has been acknowledged that Hayley Williams (Paramore’s vocalist) and Joshua Farro (former Paramore guitarist) were co writers of “good 4 u” and do receive royalties from the song (Trapp). As previously mentioned, “good 4 u” does achieve the iconic pop punk sound especially reminiscent of “Misery Business,” with gritty bass, guitar riffs, and drum rhythms (Rodrigo, 2021, SOUR). However, if “good 4 u” had been a little less melodic and had a little more anger, it would truly be the punk song I am looking for. Regarding the lyrical composition of “good 4 u,” Rodrigo shows anger and angst, and even the delivery shows that emotion (Rodrigo, 2021, SOUR). While it may not be the most punk-like song on SOUR, “good 4 u” certainly adds an edge to Rodrigo’s discography, leading us to believe that she absolutely can write a true punk song.

Arguably the runner-up for the “most punk song on SOUR” award would be “jealousy, jealousy.” This song is filled with gritty instrumentals, highlights on the bass and clashing piano notes (Rodrigo, 2021, SOUR). The seemingly random key-smashing of the piano during the bridge of “jealousy, jealousy” is a very unique and edgy touch as well. Without a doubt, the lyrics of the song are punk. Rodrigo delivers an angry social commentary on the age of social media, the expectations placed on teenage girls, and the effects both have on a modern young woman’s attitude towards herself and others (Rodrigo, 2021, SOUR). Original punk music was angry at the world, and in the case of “jealousy, jealousy,” Rodrigo explores the hot topic of what it’s like finding your identity, especially as a young woman in an age of parasocial relationships with people from all over the world. Once again bringing it back to the bridge of the song, Rodrigo’s vocals are truly punk; she is angry, shouting, and messy (Rodrigo, 2021, SOUR). All things considered, “jealousy, jealousy” finally showcases Olivia Rodrigo’s ability to be a true punk artist . . . but there is one song left that is arguably the iconic punk song of the album, which sparked the debate of “is Olivia Rodrigo punk?”

Last, and absolutely not least, “brutal” encapsulates the true nature of punk music. Opening with delicate strings, a static-filled recording of Rodrigo saying “I want it to be like, messy,” launches listeners into an fast-paced angst-filled song (Rodrigo, 2021, SOUR). The song lacks a clear melody and Olivia’s vocals are loud and pessimistic - definitely mirroring the trademark punk vocals of garage bands (Rodrigo, 2021, SOUR, “What is Punk Music?”). The lyrics themselves are a direct social commentary on being a modern teenage girl and how it feels when young women consistently fail to meet the impossibly high expectations placed on them. The main line that makes the song so recognizable, “god, it’s brutal out here,” perfectly encapsulates the attitude of punk music and culture (Rodrigo, 2021, SOUR). The attitude of “brutal” easily fits into the anti-establishment culture of punk music, and boasts Rodrigo’s ability to be a through-and-through punk artist if she so chooses.

At the end of the day, SOUR as a whole cannot be placed under one singular genre. Olivia Rodrigo has shown that she is an eclectic artist capable of putting out music of almost any style. Unfortunately, many of her songs are predominantly pop-themed, like “driver’s license,” and “deja vu,” but that simply shows her talent when such songs are compared to her edgier pieces. Despite her strong pop influence, Olivia has given us songs like “jealousy, jealousy” and “brutal,” that are successfully punk, while in a very modern sense. It is actually very interesting to see the routes alternative music as a whole has taken to get to the modern day era of punk, and I would argue that Olivia Rodrigo’s edgier tunes will lead younger generations to dip their toes into the water of alternative music and allow it to evolve even further. than it already has.

Works Cited

“Olivia Rodrigo.” IMDb, IMDb.com, www.imdb.com/name/nm7111120/bio.

Rodrigo, O. SOUR. Performance by Olivia Rodrigo. Geffen Records, 2021.

Rodrigo, Olivia. “Bio.” Olivia Rodrigo, Geffen Records, www.oliviarodrigo.com/.

Savage, Jon. “Punk.” Encyclopædia Britannica, Encyclopædia Britannica, Inc., www.britannica.com/art/punk.

Trapp, Philip. “Paramore + Olivia Rodrigo Were in Talks before 'Good 4 u' Emerged.” Loudwire, Loudwire, 2 Sept. 2021, loudwire.com/paramore-olivia-rodrigo-good-4-u-writing-credits-hayley-williams-before-release/.

“What Is Punk Music? Meaning, Artists, Culture & History.” Pro Musician Hub, 22 July 2021, promusicianhub.com/what-is-punk-music/.

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"My daddy should have the money soon, Mi-Mister. You're gonna let me go, r-right?" Angela 'Daughter of Two High Profile Judges' Ramone.

Smoke billows in wild tufts from the teeth of his mask, cheap tobacco and its sour smell fills the air. Like some cheap and distasteful Halloween decoration, the sort you drop some dry ice in and call a day. Impatiently he tosses his cigar across the graveled surface of the roof. For a moment he pretends not to hear her. Off in his own little world, imagining kicking her off the side, collecting the money anyway.

Nothing more than idle thoughts. Way harder to keep a couple of rubes in his pocket like that if he's pancaked their daughter on the corner of West and Ward. Worth as much as she was alive he just couldn't help the thoughts. The craving for violence, the need to feel anything from the pain or causing it. His eyes half-lidded, a soft chuckle finally leaving his lips.

"Yeah, don'tcha sweat a hair off yer pretty little head. Your daddy gets me the money and you can be home and in your own bed by the end'a the night." Of course he doesn't look at her. Just stands there, letting the wind blow around his big well fit coat, with gloved hands finding themselves buried comfortably in his pockets.

"Course if he tries anything funny and brings me dye packets, irradiated bills, or cops...Well..." Laughter, not the amused or kind type, the sort to cause chills, the sadistic vile type of someone who is more than a little interested in causing damage than allowing for solutions.

"You ain't seen Vertigo, have you?"

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Serotonin (TNA) x Fem Reader- "Raven's Cock"

Hello.

I would like to apologize on why I didn't post anything on Monday.

I did type a fanfic on Monday but didn't finish it, and I tried finishing it yesterday but I got frustrated typing it, and I'm not sure if I should finish that fanfic or not.

The fanfic is inspired by that Internet meme of porn star Piper Perri sitting down on a couch while 5 black men are standing behind her and that couch.

I've even made my own parody of that Piper Perri meme that has wrestlers I have crushes on sitting behind that same couch while Trish Stratus is sitting on that couch, I've thought of making my parody the border image for this blog as well as posting it.

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A wrestler named Raven really made a name for himself when he was in 2 alternate wrestling companies to the World Wrestling Federation during the 90's: WCW and ECW.

However, as the new millennium entered, WCW and ECW went out of business, although Raven was no longer in those companies by the time they went bankrupt.

He didn't really seem to get pushed and used that much when he was in the World Wrestling Federation, which was the most famous wrestling company in the world and still is today, although it's now known as the WWE (World Wrestling Entertainment).

He eventually sued the WWE and left the company, but he did have a short stint in another alternate wrestling company, Ring of Honor, as well as join the 2nd biggest competitive wrestling company in the 2000's: TNA.

TNA, which stood for Total Nonstop Action for you people with dirty minds, was like a more violent and sexual WCW: not only was it an alternative to the WWF/E, but TNA had wrestling icons joining that company like Hulk Hogan, Mick Foley, Sting, Booker T, Scott Hall/Razor Ramon, Rob Van Dam, Jeff Hardy and more, as well as newcomer wrestlers such as AJ Styles and Samoa Joe.

WCW used to have wrestling legends join that company (Hulk Hogan, Macho Man Randy Savage, Scott Hall, Ultimate Warrior, Curt Hennig/Mr. Perfect, Rowdy Roddy Piper), as well as have up and coming wrestlers who would eventually become legends (Sting, Stone Cold Steve Austin, Triple H, Booker T, Goldberg, Eddie Guerrero).

During Raven's time in TNA, he formed a short lived faction known as Serotonin, a group of men who wore face paint, torture people by burning their skin with candlewax, and hit people with kendo sticks.

The members didn't just include Raven, but also Shawn Michaels' cousin Michael Shane, Frank Kazarian and Johnny Devine.

Serotonin were almost like a wrestling version of the droogs from "A Clockwork Orange".

The men from Serotonin were hot, even though you prefer Michael Shane when he didn't wear makeup and Johnny Devine without that stripe across his eyes, as well as Raven during his WCW and ECW days.

Seeing some of the things Serotonin did in TNA looked rather, eh...kinky. Sexual.

During Serotonin's time in TNA, you shared with the members of Serotonin an idea you had involving them.

They figured you had that idea when you watched them, but they don't mind this idea, in fact, they'd love to act this out.

Sometime during Serotonin's heyday circa 2006/2007, you invited the members of that group to your hotel room, as well as brought along the props for this rendezvous.

The hotel room was rather dark, no lights turned on, fitting the mood for tonight's orgy.

After Serotonin had entered your hotel room and shut the door, before they could do what you wanted them to do to you, they were putting on their makeup they wear in TNA in the bathroom.

They were already dressed like how they dress as Serotonin, but now they need some makeup to apply.

Michael Shane had his long hair hanging down, not tied back in a ponytail, and Johnny Devine had makeup that made him look good and not ugly.

When their makeup was done, they walked out of the bathroom and approached you, where Raven stood behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tight and refusing to let go of you.

One of his fingers wrapped around his forearm, embracing you tight.

He lifted you off of the floor, where your legs and feet were kicking like you wanted to be let go.

The other members of Serotonin began shedding and peeling your clothes off, sliding your clothes down your arms and hands as well as your legs, undressing you until you were stark naked, throwing your clothes on the floor.

You aren't being raped, you're roleplaying.

You didn't scream since you don't want people next door to hear you and think you're getting raped.

Would Serotonin ever be savage enough to rape someone on TNA? Hmmmmmm...

Is it necessary for you to roleplay as if you're getting gangraped and having your clothes peeled off?

Serotonin could also easily take scissors and cut them off of your body, or use a switchblade and tear the clothes off of you.

Once you were undressed, they ordered you to get down on your knees.

You obeyed them, sinking down to the carpeted floor and standing on your knees.

Frank Kazarian, who was known as Kaz in Serotonin, undid his pants by unbuttoning and unzipping them, where he slid his hand down his pants and pulled his cock out.

After he pulled his dick out, he grabbed a scarf sitting on the bed and wrapped and tied it around your wrist, where he pulled that scarf and lifted up both your hand and arm.

As he tied a scarf around your wrist, Johnny Devine, who was known as Havok in Serotonin, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling his pants down and letting his genitals out.

Havok pulled a scarf out of the pocket of his pants and wrapped and tied a scarf around your wrist, lifting your arm and hand up by pulling up that scarf.

Michael Shane, known as Martyr in Serotonin, was standing right in front of you, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants and pulling them down, letting his private parts out.

Raven was behind you, he was busy undoing his white pants and pulling his cock out.

Kaz and Havok held the scarves and didn't let go, your arms were standing up in the air.

Martyr wrapped his fingers around his shaft, which was getting harder and rising up more seeing your naked body, and slowly inserted his penis into your mouth.

Martyr was probably the hottest member in Serotonin, that's why you're sucking on his cock while the other 2 tied scarves around your wrists.

You took his cock in your mouth, wrapping your lips around his shaft, where you proceeded to suck his dick.

While you sucked his penis, Havok and Kaz had their fingers wrapped around their shafts, although not each others shafts, like Kaz's fingers around Havok's erection, where they held their penises and directed and pointed the tips of their penises at your face, where they proceeded to start masturbating over your face.

Their penises were as close to your face as possible, nearly wanting to poke your cheeks (but not penetrate and pierce through them) on your face with their penis heads.

Since they want their precum to get on your face, they moved their dicks closer until their penis heads were poking and touching the cheeks on your face.

Hopefully you'll get precum on your face.

Raven was standing behind you, wrapping his fingers around his big hard cock, and letting his penis overlap over your forehead and on top of your head.

When you sucked on Martyr's penis, precum leaked out of his slit and spilled onto your tongue, sometimes behind your bottom row of teeth.

But you managed to swallow his precum when you could.

Martyr unwrapped his fingers off of his shaft and placed his fingers on your nipples, where he tweaked and pinched them.

You have very sensitive nipples, and you whimpered and moaned while Martyr tweaked your nips.

Precum escaped out of Havok and Kaz's slits and landed on your face, sometimes their precum ran down their shafts.

Their precum on your face ran down your cheeks like tears.

Despite that they were busy masturbating with one hand, their other hands were still gripping onto the scarves holding your arms up.

And the scarves didn't untie while they held them.

Since you're afraid you'll get precum in your eyes which hurts, you shut your eyes just in case,.

Raven, on the other hand, began to masturbate his penis, pumping his fingers up and down his shaft, where precum eventually poured out of his slit and onto your face.

"You've been a bad girl, haven't ya?" Raven purred, his voice sounding husky and warm, his face leaning into the side of your head.

"Mmmmhmmmmm" you replied, nodding your head.

Raven had a paddle in one of his hands, a wooden paddle used for spanking, and while he held that paddle horizontally, the paddle quickly crashed into your ass cheeks like a car crashing into a wall, pressing onto your ass and turning it pink.

You slightly jumped up and wanted to cry when Raven's paddle hit your ass.

He pulled that paddle a few inches away from your ass, only to quickly collide that paddle into your ass again, the paddle hitting both of your ass cheeks.

Tears could nearly well in your eyes from the pain.

The paddle began to separate away from your ass a few times, only to bash your ass again, and he did this over and over again.

When he spanked you, sometimes the paddle hit one ass cheek, other times it hit both of them.

He hit you with that paddle like how he hits people with kendo sticks in TNA, letting out his fury as he spanked your ass.

Your knees were burning and chafing from standing on the carpeted floor.

Raven's precum trickled out of his slit and ran down your face, he's spanking you while still jerking off.

Now that's talent.

You're trying to control yourself not to bite Martyr's penis as Raven spanks you.

Will people next door hear you getting spanked? Hopefully not.

All of the members of Serotonin were looking at your face, they were smiling and grinning seeing your face drenched in cum.

When you had enough precum on your face, Kaz and Havok moved and directed their penises to your breasts, where they still continued masturbating their dicks.

Their penis tips were as close to your tits as possible, their penis heads nudging your breasts.

Precum leaked from their slits and dripped onto your chest, running down your tits looking like melted candlewax.

Your ass cheeks keep turning pinkish red with every smack they get from that paddle, and hopefully you won't get splinters on your rear end.

Raven's had enough with spanking your ass, although he wants a chance to jizz on your tits, so does Martyr.

Martyr pulled his cock out of your mouth for a while, only to aim and point his dick at one of your breasts.

He still continued masturbating his penis, pumping up and down his shaft, precum being released from his slit and landing on your breast.

Raven wants you to suck on his big juicy cock, although he also wants to jack off on your breasts as well.

When Martyr felt like he masturbated enough on one of your tits, he moved his dick to your other breast, where he still jacked off his shaft.

His penis was aiming at your other tit, nudging your breast.

Likewise, precum leaked out of his slit and fell on your breast, his precum sliding down your tit.

Raven walked in front of you and asked for these other Serotonin members to move over, Raven hasn't gotten a chance to masturbate on your breasts.

Havok moved a few steps horizontally to make room for Raven, where Raven held his penis and pointed it at one of your tits.

He jacked his dick off, pumping it until some precum was released out of his slit and onto your breast.

His shaft was slippery thanks to precum running down it, and he masturbated until he felt like he jizzed enough on one of your breasts.

He then directed his dick to your other breast, still pumping up and down his shaft.

Precum dripped out of his slit and dropped on your breast, now so many mixture of Serotonin's precum is running down your tits and face.

Martyr, on the other hand, hasn't gotten a chance to jack off on your face, so he lifted his penis up to your face by still holding on to it and continued masturbating his dick.

Martyr held his penis to your face, pointing it close enough to your face, where precum did fall out of his slit and onto your face, some of it dripping down your mouth.

He held his penis to your nose, you haven't really been bukakke'd on your face besides perhaps when Raven jacked off on your forehead.

With precum running down your breasts and face, it looks like candlewax.

Raven ordered you to open your mouth as well as lean your head back, and you listened to him, leaning your head back and opening and widening your mouth as much as you could.

Raven, Havok and Kaz lifted their cocks and pointed their penis tips at your mouth, whereas Martyr moved his penis to your mouth.

They continued masturbating, aiming their dicks at your mouth, hoping precum will fall in there.

Some precum did slip out of their slits and into your mouth, and that's what they as well as you want.

They grinned and looked at your face while they masturbated into your mouth, and you swallowed any precum that dropped into your mouth.

You wish you could have someone behind you right now, and speak of the devil...

Raven then walked around Havok and placed himself behind you, where he now crouched on the floor.

As Raven was behind you, he placed his hands on your breasts and began to caress and squeeze them, rubbing them until the precum rubbed into your skin.

Their precum disappeared as it was rubbed in your flesh, seeping into your skin.

When Raven rubbed your breasts with precum drenched on them, he leaned and buried his face on the side of your neck, where his teeth took a nibble of your skin on your neck.

He sucked your skin while it was slightly in his mouth, he growled a bit while he sucked your skin.

His teeth bit your skin rather hard, almost giving you a hickey.

In fact, he is giving you a hickey. He'll give you many of them.

Your moans have been rather breathy while Raven does this to you.

Martyr, Havok and Kaz would love to have turns where they rub the precum on your breasts until it seeps into your skin, but maybe that can be for next time.

When the precum on your breasts seeped into your skin and disappeared, Martyr walked away and grabbed a candle, he brought with him one of those sex candles that isn't dangerous.

Havok brought a lighter with him and slid his hand into his pocket, pulling out a lighter and turning it on, a little flame coming out of the flicker.

Martyr held the candle up to the lighter, where the little flame lit the top of the candle.

Raven saw that Martyr lit that candle, so he now moved his hands off of your breasts since he doesn't want to get candlewax on his hands, for now, anyway.

Martyr moved that candle he was holding carefully to your chest, where he tilted that candle above one of your breasts, as close to one of your tits, but not trying to let the fire burn your tit.

Candlewax did begin to drip down that candle as well as drop onto one of your tits.

You flinched when the wax hit your tit, although at least it isn't an actual candle.

The wax burned your skin and you can feel the heat from the flame on top of that candle close to you.

Pretty soon, more candlewax began to drip on your breast, and as it fell onto your tit, one of Raven's hands slipped in between your thighs, where one of the tips of his fingers began to play with your clit.

His finger rubbed your clitoris in circles as well as sometimes pressed on it, his finger rubbed you across horizontally as well as vertically.

Your twat was so moist as Raven slipped his finger in between your vulva.

You had so much anxiety as candlewax was dripping on your tit and a lit candle was so close to you, you were terrified that you'd get set on fire.

Raven would love to still spank you, but he's afraid if he spanks you while candlewax is dripping on your tits, you'll push forward and the candle might fall down and set the hotel room's floor on fire.

Martyr hasn't had enough of a chance to jizz on your face, so while he's tilting a candle dripping over your chest, his hand is cranking up and down his shaft, he's holding his penis to your face.

Precum drips out of his slit and onto your face, and you'd love to suck on his cock right now.

He then moved that candle to your other breast, where he tilted the candle and wax dripped on your tit, sliding down your breast.

You could've used a regular candle, not one you buy from a sex shop, but at least the candlewax won't be painful.

Drops of wax began to fall onto your breast, feeling hot and warm.

Kaz and Havok want turns to pour candlewax on your tits, so does Raven, probably.

Speaking of Raven, he's been behind you all this time sucking on your skin and biting it.

You're moaning for him as well as Martyr, your moans breathy while your eyes roll to the top of your head.

However, you can't touch Raven since your hands are up in the air.

Raven sees that candlewax is pouring on your tits, and he can't wait to rub and caress the candlewax on your breasts.

Havok grabbed the candle, taking it from Martyr who let go of it, and tilted it over one of your tits, where candlewax began to drip off of the candle and onto one of your breasts.

Havok wants to have his cock sucked, so does Kaz, and Kaz, Havok and Martyr all want to spank your ass and finger your clit.

Raven's gonna get his cock sucked when this little gangbang is over.

Would Raven like to pour candlewax on your tit? Maybe.

Havok eventually moved the candle to your other breast, tilting the candle while wax drips off of it and onto your breast.

Candlewax splattered on both of your breasts, covering them in wax.

Havok eventually handed the candle to Kaz, who continued tilting the candle while wax fell off of it and onto your breast.

Kaz was watching carefully while wax spilled onto your breast.

Raven is making your clit tingle and tickle, you're probably gonna cum pretty soon.

Kaz then moved the candle over to your other breast, still tilting that candle so wax will drip onto it.

The candle is running down almost to a nub, hopefully he won't burn his hand.

Candlewax did fall off of the candle and on your breast, like precum did previously.

Kaz then turned the candle upwards and straight and blew it out, and as Raven observed your breasts smothered in candlewax despite that he hasn't gotten a turn yet, he slid his hand away from in between your thighs.

However, before he could caress your tits, he wrapped his fingers around his erection and directed his penis to your twat.

The tip of his penis penetrated your pussy hole, and pretty soon, his cock entered you deeper and deeper, spreading your pussy walls out.

His fingers unwrapped from his shaft while his dick entered your pussy, only to lift his hands and place them on your breasts this time.

While his cock slid into your cunt, he began to squeeze your tits as well as caress your breasts covered in candle wax, his hands and palms smearing the wax into your skin.

He began to thrust and pound his cock in your pussy, and you began to bounce and ride up and down his dick.

He tried to rub the candlewax into your tits like precum previously as you rode him.

Did it work? Somewhat.

As you rode him, he let go of a part of your skin and bit another small portion of the skin on your neck, proceeding to suck your skin and give you a hickey.

He left a pinkish colored hickey that probably will fade away pretty soon, you can see his bite marks engraved in your neck.

You moaned while Raven fucked you, biting your bottom lip as he bit your skin.

He wanted to give you so many hickeys.

You haven't gotten a chance to suck on other cocks, so you turned your head to Havok's penis, where he pulled and inserted his dick into your mouth.

You started sucking his precum drenched cock, your mouth going up his shaft while you sucked it, swallowing his precum that trickled down his penis.

You'd rather have Martyr's dick in your mouth, but Havok and Kaz need turns as well.

Kaz, on the other hand, pointed his dick at your face, his hand still jacking his penis off and precum splattering on your face and down his shaft.

You're moaning while you have Havok's cock stuffed your mouth, buzzing around his shaft.

Martyr was the first one to cum, leaning his head back and groaning long as he jizzed, his slit releasing his seed on your face.

Thankfully, your eyes were closed and you won't get it in your eyes.

His slit spit out his cum running down his shaft and some of it got on your face, his jizz white and milky.

Raven growled while he bit your skin, and he proceeded to let go of your skin and bite other parts of your neck and suck them.

You can feel his breath on your skin while you ride him.

Since Raven hasn't had a chance to do this, his fingers tweaked and turned your nipples while you rode him.

He's taking you higher with your orgasm while he fucks you with his massive Jewish cock.

You want to moan his name and cry out, but you can't.

Your arms feel tired from having them up in the air for so long, and Kaz and Havok's wrists and hands (and probably their arms) must feel sore from holding you up so long.

Havok's had enough time having his cock sucked, so you turned your head to Kaz's penis and started sucking on his dick this time, his cock entering your mouth and swallowing his precum.

Martyr just jizzed not too long ago and you wanna suck his dick right now, but Kaz needs a turn.

Eventually, Kaz was the second person to cum, he jizzed inside your mouth, where you swallowed all of his cum leaking out of his slit and down his shaft.

Kaz groaned and bit his bottom lip when he came, shutting his eyes tight.

When you didn't taste anymore cum on his dick, you turned your head to Martyr, sucking on his cock.

Raven was the next one to jizz, groaning while he climaxed, biting on your skin hard, filling your twat up with his seed.

The last one to cum was Havok, who came on your face.

Actually, you were the last one to cum, and you creamed all over Raven's cock inside your pussy, your clitoris pounding after you came.

There was so much build up in your orgasm, you felt like you were gonna explode in your clitoris.

When they as well as you had all came, Raven moved his hands to your hips and pulled you off of his lap, his penis escaping out of your twat.

You sucked on Martyr's penis, cleaning it off with your mouth, swallowing his jizz.

You sucked off Raven, Havok and Kaz's dicks in that order, cleaning their penises and swallowing their cum.

After their dicks were all cleaned, Kaz, Havok and Martyr in that order all got turns to spank your ass with that paddle as well as bite and suck your neck, giving you hickeys all over your neck.

Vince Russo, one of the writers of TNA, probably would love an idea where you're being Serotonin's sex toy with your hands tied up while Raven's spanking you, rubbing your tits in candlewax while you have the other members of Serotonin's jizz on your face and tits, they all get turns to paddle your ass and eat your pussy and fuck you and they get their cocks all sucked.

#serotonin #tna #raven #michael shane #frank kazarian #johnny devine #martyr #kaz #havok #2000s #00s #fanfiction

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pixiecaps · 1 year

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qsmp world changes

the train station got a little modification on the exterior but the interior now looks abandoned and overgrown with weeds.. im assuming this is to signify the passing of time storywise for the residents as it has been over a month

right outside across the train station there is a new radio tower. also appears to be a new path made.

all the past spawn buildings like the court house are gone. though the church remains

there is also a freshly made cater hole caused by fit exploding tnt with ramon and tazercraft

#liveblogging #iii think tjats it

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glowcrizzle · 4 years

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Today is the 1 year AO3 anniversary of Slow Show by @mia-ugly. I am beyond grateful that this experience (and it is an experience) has existed in my life for a year and felt it needed commemorating. 🎂

I’m not a creator but I made this playlist for me, so I could take the fic with me, have it with my eyes closed, while driving -- you get it. Today seems like an appropriate day to share it.

It’s a. It’s a lot. Excessive you might even say. Tumblr will only give you the first 100 songs in this, so, Spotify will fulfill you (or overwhelm you). If you hit my username on the playlist, there are separate playlists for each chapter.

This is also on Apple Music, if that’s your jam, just hit me up and I’ll send you the link.

🎉 Happy Slow Show Day!! 🎉

13 pages of track-lists and excerpts below the cut. Godspeed! 💙

Key:

Songs from Mia’s soundtrack

Songs from the Fic

--Title--

Slow Show – The National

--Prequel--

Loverman – Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Devils – Say Hi

--Chapter 1--

Here I Go Again – Whitesnake

bad guy – Billie Eilish

-trash a set and shag your husband

Something About You (ODESZA Remix) – Hayden James

-what it would take for Avery Fell to let his guard down

A Little Wicked – Valerie Broussard

-The handkerchief in his hand is now stained purple

You Light Me Up In the Dark – The Hounds Below

-His hair catches the light like a halo, making him look more of an angel than ever.

Lazarus – David Bowie

-This could be a problem

--Chapter 2--

Unsteady – X Ambassadors

-much easier than talking about the way his heartbeat is still racing

Heart of a Dog – The Kills

-Call me darling again.

The Twilight Hour - Still Corners

-Looked across the set and thought, Ah fuck me. I’m in love with him.

God’s Mistake – Tears for Fears

-Avery: He’s closed his eyes again, mouth going flat and still.

Lounge Act – Nirvana

-Tell her all the terrible things I want to do to her husband

Transatlanticism – Death Cab for Cutie

-There’s a strange urgency tonight, though, and Crowley can guess why.

Do I Wanna Know? – Arctic Monkeys

-What could it hurt?

Clueless – The Marias

-“Better - yeah. ‘S late.”

Motel – Meg Myers

-The hotel room is another disaster

--Chapter 3--

Alone in a Room – Asking Alexandria

-“I’m having a moment here!”

Since You’ve Been Around – Rosie Thomas

-makes Crowley feel like he can breathe again

Home Again – The Disco Biscuits

-It’s starting to feel like home again

Every Other Freckle – alt-J

-Perfect. Ridiculous and impossible and perfect.

Something For the Longing – The Orchids

As Far As I Can See – Phantogram

-it’s been a really, really long time

Sinister Kid – The Black Keys

-“Mothering buggering shit-”

All These Things That I’ve Done – The Killers

-Crowley fists one of his hands against his forehead, shuts his eyes tightly.

--Chapter 4--

I Like Me Better – Lauv

-I liked the outline of your face under the stagelights

I Do This for You (ft. Marlene) – Giorgio Moroder

-“Let me see what I can do. About your precious Hamlet.”

The Longing – Imelda May

-Avery POV: “Look at him like - like - you can’t let him see the way you look at him.”

Just a Man – Los Lobos

-Avery POV: like he’s being led into battle and not onto a set to do the job he loves

World In My Eyes – Depeche Mode

-wants to make that bastard purr

Tired (ft. Gavin James) – Alan Walker

-Let me be a magpie for you

Blow My Mind – The Benjamin Gate

-Avery: “I know you now.”

Breathe You in My Dreams – Trixie Whitley

-Crowley’s seen that expression on Avery’s face in his dreams

Love Me Like That (ft. Carly Rae Jepsen) – The Knocks

-What have I done to - oh. Oh. Right.

Like Real People Do - Hozier

-“Sure, angel, what- whatever.”

Clearly – Grace VanderWaal

-Crowley waits for the rest of the night.

Gwendel – PeelsDeen

-Az sits in the back seat, away from Crowley. Alone.

Now I’m In It – HAIM

-Avery POV: It’s a look like an open grave, a look like desire tempered with grief…

Flesh for Fantasy – Billy Idol

-Crowley isn’t lonely for the rest of the night

--Chapter 5 (Avery POV)--

Smalltown Boy – Rosborough

-1978, Hartlepool

Bright Horses – Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

-1986, Newcastle Upon Tyne

The Runner – Foals

-1991, Bristol

Shock To Your System – Tegan and Sara

-Tracy: “Why d’you let them?”

Cracking Codes – Andrew Bird

-“Forever, of course. I’ll never -”

Colour me In – Damien Rice

-Their fingers - just touch. Slightly.

I’m Not in Love – 10cc

-Less to regret by not ever speaking of it.

--Chapter 6--

Electric Current – Lower Dens

-“I’ll let you know when you find it.”

Guess I Miss(ed) You – The Daylights

-Keep talking, keep him here a little while longer.

Reflecting Light – Sam Phillips

-“don’t meet his eyes like that, it looks like it’s a lead-in to a kiss”

King of Pain – The Police

-a good reminder of the kind of life he’s got to live

I Wanna Get Better – The Bleachers

-and Avery’s gaze is so gentle it hurts a bit

Feather – X Ambassadors

-Avery: “Someone has to”

Darker Side - Jonny Lang

-Avery: “Oh - good Lord.”

Firestone (Acoustic) – Conrad Sewell

-“Will you show me?”

Velvet Gloves and Spit - Timber Timbre

-“Anthony - ”

Wrong – Depeche Mode

-Avery: “I have to go.”

F**k it I love you – Lana Del Rey

-“Not your fault, angel”

--Chapter 7--

Somebody to Love – Queen

Heavenly – Cigarettes After Sex

-“I fucking still.”

Will Do - TV on the Radio

-“You too. I’ll see you there.”

Monster – Colours

-No wonder Avery ran off like a thief after a heist

Swallow My Pride – Ramones

-“I feel fucking ill about it.”

I Was Wrong - The Oh Hellos

-Avery: “I’m the one who has to apologize, not you.”

The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret – Queens of the Stone Age

-Avery: “Please don’t tell anyone”

Wait for Me – Kings of Leon

-Avery: “Right now, I’m just - a bit in pieces.”

Don’t Stay – X Ambassadors

-“You can - stay or leave or - whatever you like.”

The Moth - Aimee Mann

-Avery’s eyes meet his, and then it’s like a car accident

Red Door – Julien Baker

-“I can - I can wait longer.”

Can’t Pretend - Tom Odell

-“I wasn’t apologizing for that. This morning. I won’t.”

Come Down to Me – Saving Jane

-Avery: “You were wonderful”

Secret Smile – Semisonic

-And if sometimes he catches Az watching him between takes

I Want More - KALEO

-Az laces both of their hands together, stares at them.

I’m Gonna Do My Thing – Royal Deluxe

-“So don’t tell me what will hurt me. I know what hurts.”

--Chapter 8--

Perfect Day – Lou Reed

Remember to Breathe – Sturgil Simpson

-“You can’t sit in the car all night you absolute nightmare”

Wild Love (Acoustic) – James Bay

-The two of them stare at each other and then both look away awkwardly.

Seasons – Future Islands

-finally, fucking finally, he’s exactly where he wants to be

Closer – Tegan and Sara

-Avery: “if you like”

I Want All of You – The Verve Pipe

-“If you think I can survive this without looking at you -”

Use Me – Miguel

-whatever he sees in Crowley’s face makes him come to some sort of decision

So Much Love – Depeche Mode

-Love, he said love

Don’t Be Scared, I Love You – Bill Ryder-Jones

-I know you, Crowley wants to say, but doesn’t.

Become My Dream – Silya & The Sailors

-“Even if - anything, angel.”

I Belong In Your Arms – Chairlift

-For nearly two weeks it goes like this.

Faster - Matt Nathanson

-“You’re going to fucking kill me, angel -”

Come Together (feat. Sivu) – LAUREL

-In case you think they don’t wake up together

The High – Kelela

-Az has pulled a stool over to the edge of the tub

Just in Time – Valerie June

-Then Az’s hand is on his shoulder, turning him around.

I Can’t Take It – Tegan and Sara

-Avery: “Don’t rush, just - like this.”

Like This – Jake Scott

-Avery murmurs and it takes Crowley back to their first kiss

Terrible Love – The National

-Flinches away from him.

Help You Out - Emarosa

-And he nods.

--Chapter 9--

I Remember You – Ramones

-The first person Crowley loved was a liar.

Brighter Skies - Race Banyon

-As if they were cut with a jigsaw, as if they were meant to fit.

Not Tonight – Tegan and Sara

-When they reach the edge of the city, his hand slides out of Crowley’s.

As Sure as I Am – Crowded House

-So Crowley kisses him.

A Promise – Miriam Makeba

-And for awhile, he believed her.

Mistaken for Strangers – The National

-They’re only two small words, but they still make Crowley’s teeth ache.

Hey, That’s No Way To Say Goodbye – Leonard Cohen

-“Good-“ Swallow, speak, leave.

The Fear – Pulp

-Crowley should have been smarter this time. He really should have been.

Take Me – Leela James

-“I’d like you to close your blinds.”

Whenever You Want It – Clare Maguire

-“What do we do now?”

At My Weakest – James Arthur

-“It will be.”

Komm zurück - Fotos

-For years and years and years, nothing did.

Come on Get Higher – Matt Nathanson

-their feet sliding in the tub

Lay Down – Sarah Proctor

-I want to wake up with you.

Sort Of - Ingrid Michaelson

-Why is my heart breaking?

Fairytale of New York – The Pogues

-Just pump that shit straight into his veins.

What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve? – Ella Fitzgerald

-Avery: “What do you think?”

We’re Gonna Have A Real Good Time Together – The Velvet Underground

-“You want to grab dinner somewhere?”

Hiding – IAN SWEET

-Crowley stops walking. Looks at Az in the darkness.

Romance Dawn – Radkey

-A slice of light cuts through the darkness.

Crown of Love – Arcade Fire

-Crowley feels like the world has never been darker, and his heart will never stop beating

Devil’s Backbone – The Civil Wars

-He thought he was ready for this conversation, but at the sight of Az’s face, his throat has gotten too tight to speak.

Sinners – Lauren Aquilina

-“If this all goes down in flames, if it all falls apart - we can go off together.”

Please Forgive Me (Song of the Crow) – William Fitzsimmons

-Avery: “It’s over. I’m - I’m so sorry.”

Start a War – The National

-He twitches and trips and yet somehow manages to walk away without falling over.

Broken – Daley

-And this soft heartache was somehow the sharpest of them all.

--Chapter 10 (Avery POV)--

Daily Battles - Thom Yorke & Flea

-He tries to remember these things - but the background is still a chorus of beeping machines. There’s nowhere he can be but here.

Everybody Wants You - Red Hearse

-Go out and surround himself with people much more interesting and available than Avery. Better people, certainly.

A Thin Line – Blackchords

-But still - roads not taken, and other fun middle-aged spirals.

My Own Soul’s Warning - The Killers

-When was the last time someone asked Avery that? When was the last time he asked himself?

Who Am I - NEEDTOBREATHE

-I miss you. There. It didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would.

Wait for Me - Jack Curley

-What he wants to say is ‘don’t find someone else. Not yet. You and your black leather and your cut-glass profile: you’re gorgeous and God knows other people want you.’

Coming & Going – Amaal

-“Two ships passing in the night,” he says quietly. Then he takes a swallow of wine, lets it roll down his throat. “If you were here -”

Iron - Woodkid

-Crowley leaves him there, pressed against the wet brick wall. Crowley leaves him there. Crowley steps between Avery and a camera, and then leaves him.

The Greatest Bastard - Damien Rice

-He can’t be the person that kicks Crowley into the ashes again. He can’t hurt him like this, and Avery’s going to hurt him - he already has.

No Right to Love You – Rhys Lewis

-He deserves someone like - like Daniel. Deserves to be loved in the daylight.

If It’s Hurting You - Robbie Williams

-Time is a tricky business when you’re dying slowly; it skips like a flat stone on a quiet lake.

Happy For You – Gayle

-But surely - surely he’s allowed just this much. Just one message, just so Crowley knows that - that he’s happy for him. That Avery is so happy.

I See You (ICU) - Phoebe Bridgers

-When Avery sees Crowley on the red carpet, it feels like the sudden remembrance of a lovely dream.

Once In My Life - The Decemberists

-Crowley: “I know there’ve been some - hard times. That’s - that is what it is. But for me - it’s been a privilege. A dream. So.” He nods and nods and nods again. “Thank you.”

Coming Down - Dum Dum Girls

-Tracy: “But I wasn’t. I was hurting you. This whole time, Az.” She shakes her head, wiping frantically at tears that won’t stop falling. “He loves you.”

I Don’t Know Anything – Little Voice Cast

-He’s afraid of finding out that all this time - he was doing the wrong thing anyway. He’s afraid that Anthony Crowley will never talk to him again.

Sweet Sour - Band of Skulls

-"And you're fired"

Heart Attack - Devarrow

-The sun is still rising when Avery gets out of the car, closes the door behind him. Though some of the roads have changed, his feet still know the way down to the docks of his youth. He was never a sailor, but the shoreline is familiar as a childhood sweetheart, as a long lost love.

Landslide - Robyn Sherwell

-He’s alone, and he’s nearly fifty years old. He could get on a ship, he could throw himself into the sea. There’s no one holding him back anymore.

All I Can - Sharon van Etten

-And he knows. He knows.

--Chapter 11--

Salvation - The Strumbellas

- there’s a moment where he swears he sees a young idiot in black standing in the crowd. Red hair gelled up into spikes, black t-shirt full of holes and safety pins. A young man who has no idea how much he’s about to lose.

Soldier - Fleurie

-And he’s still fucking here.

Easier – Mansionair

-Then he gets the fuck above ground and he calls Beez (oh great, they’re his emotional-support-asshole now. That’s healthy).

Deep End – Holly Humberstone

-“I brought you cheese,” Beez says, and Crowley starts crying.

Falling Short – Lapsley

-For the next few days, he lets his stupid body do what it needs to do to keep himself upright.

Chariot (Stripped Version) - Gavin DeGraw

-Shit, this was a bad bad idea.

Quiet Light - The National

-There’s a text from Az later that night, and his name on Crowley’s phone makes him feel like jumping off a cliff.

All That We Had is Lost - Postiljonen

-He’s not allowed to be in love with that man anymore. Wasn’t ever, really.

Heal - Tom Odell

-It makes a rather hysterical laugh well out of his throat. Anthony fucking Crowley. You are still alive.

Let Me Go - HAIM

-Crowley tries to ignore the soft, injured expression on the other man’s face as he turns away.

A Beginning Song - The Decemberists

-“What’s more frightening than having a choice?”

The Spark - William Prince

-And he likes to think he would have just burned the world to ashes with the power of his love, would have said fuck everyone, I choose you – but who knows.

Sharp Scratch - The Slow Show

-So stupid, I know, and I’m - sorry, I still love you and I’m tryin’ to stop and I will I just - needed to tell you that. I’ll be fine. You’ll be fine. Just miss you.

Beautiful & Brutal – Plested

-Crowley moves without thinking. Falls like a stagelight, glass everywhere. He walks forward and is kissing Az before the door has even been pulled shut.

Bad Chemistry - Fake Shark

-“I’ve been - thinking about this -” Az says between darts of his tongue against Crowley’s overheated skin.

All We Do – Oh Wonder

-“But I - I love you. And I can’t - hide. It hurts too much.”

Broken Strings - James Morrison (ft Nelly Furtado)

-“I wouldn’t survive it. That way it was. I wouldn’t.”

Stole the Show – Parson James

-But even on their distant shores, Crowley and Az don’t stop looking at each other. It feels like an ending. Maybe it is one. Not a happy ending, but not a bad one either.

Level Up - Vienna Teng

-excerpt from Anthony Crowley: Out of the shadows, under the spotlight

The Wire (Alternate Version) – Patrick Droney

-Avery: “I’m rather in - in love with you.”

Sweet Thing - Van Morrison

-“You can stay at my place. If you like.”

Falling in Love - Cigarettes After Sex

-“I love you. I’ve missed you, and I love you, and I want you -”

Stay - Cat Power

-He watches the slow flicker of awareness in Avery’s blue eyes. The curve of his mouth into a shade of smile that Crowley’s never seen before.

Freedom - George Michael

-“To the world.”

--Chapter 12--

Banks - NEEDTOBREATHE

-What he wasn’t used to was bringing someone else down with him, and jail would be a bloody blessing compared to seeing Az grey-faced and staring out windows, or that one time Crowley’s pretty sure the man was crying in the bathroom, trying to swallow down the sound so that Crowley didn’t notice (he clenches his hands into fists just thinking about it).

Black Mambo - Glass Animals

-“It’ll have to be.” Crowley drops to his knees. “There’s a lot of ground to cover.”

Florets - Grace VanderWaal

-Crowley can let his fingers curl against Az’s palm, can watch him open as a flame, not caring who notices.

Sight of the Sun - fun.

-That this longing won’t destroy him, and won’t destroy Az either. It’s not a shovel for burying Crowley alive - it’s a spade for planting things.

Pale Blue Eyes - The Velvet Underground

-Az drops his hand onto Crowley’s knee (“What is this song? I rather like it.”).

Only Everything (Acoustic) – Quinn Lewis

-“It’s nice to have someone make it for you, right? Sometimes,” Crowley says softly, too much love in his throat and in his hands. It’s hard to breathe around it, especially when Avery is looking at him.

The Book of Love - The Magnetic Fields

-“You bought a cottage for us.” Crowley is an animal being taught to speak through scraps of meat and electric shocks. “This cottage.”

Say You’ll Be Mine – Christopher Cross

-Avery: “But if you wanted -” Fuck, there are tears in Avery’s eyes. “If you want. I’d like to call you my husband. I’d like to say ‘let me ask my husband,’ or ‘I brought my husband with me’ or ‘my husband won a BAFTA’.”

Anthem - Leonard Cohen

-Their broken edges match. And somehow, the light still shines through.

Precious Love – James Morrison

-When the light catches them both, they shine. And so do you. So do we.

Good Man (acoustic) - Josh Ritter

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Teacher’s Pet - 3/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: Putting a little more excitement into this fic finally. Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 3 -

Later that afternoon, Barry found himself walking into the library and settling down at an empty table in the middle of the room. He had his backpack full of books and had invited Cisco to join him, but his dear roommate had insisted on taking a nap before embarking on any sort of homework the first day back. Barry hadn’t pushed. He didn’t mind the alone time. In fact, it would be a breather since Cisco hadn’t quit badgering him about what had transpired between him and Professor West since they left her class several hours earlier.

Barry hadn’t given him much of an explanation.

“We just ran into each other on the way to class,” he’d said, brushing him off as best as he could.

But Cisco knew there was more to it than that. Especially with the way the two mingled as they were leaving. Their professor had stopped Barry to thank him ‘for earlier’. He’d shrugged it off, but Cisco caught him blushing, and that was when the interrogation began.

“What happened?” he’d demanded, but Barry wouldn’t give a straight answer.

“Nothing!” he’d said time and again. Eventually Cisco got the hint and changed the subject.

Still, Barry knew it was only a matter of time before he brought it up again and persisted until he gave him all the juicy details.

“Juicy details,” Barry muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

What was there to tell?

All he’d done was catch her so she wouldn’t fall on the floor. It was in the moment, and his instincts just took over. Given how clumsy he was, he was surprised he was able to act as quickly as he did, and in the right way.

Of course, between the lines of all that was how good she had smelled. Lavendar was it? Or vanilla? Her natural scent? He didn’t know, and he didn’t care. It was alluring, and he looked forward to whenever he was able to get close to her again, just to catch a whiff of whatever fragrance it was she had coming off of her, natural or otherwise.

Then there was how perfectly she fit in his arms. His hands just instantly had fit to her waist, his thumb just a few inches beneath one breast. His pinkies flayed out in the direction of her hips, and her knees nestled as appropriately as they could near his inner thigh. Her heels brushed his pants at his calves, and when she braced herself over him, he could see deep into those brown eyes of hers. Absolutely mesmerizing.

And her hair…

“Hey! Earth to Barry!”

He blinked when Cisco clapped his hands in front of his face, then managed to readjust his gaze to his, though it was one of confusion.

“Daydreaming again?” he asked, amused. “About…a certain professor, perhaps?”

“What?! No.” He averted his gaze.

Cisco snickered and sat down across from him.

“It’s okay if you are, man. I did tell you she was gorgeous.”

“I’m not.”

“A harmless crush is probably good for you too. It means you’re getting over Linda.”

“I do not have a crush,” he insisted.

“But you are over Linda.”

Barry was silent to that possibility.

“So, what were you daydreaming about?” Cisco opened a book.

Barry sighed. “I don’t know. Life…”

“And the beyond?” he teased.

Barry rolled his eyes.

“We’re nerds, aren’t we?”

“That we are.” He flipped to the page he was looking for and then folded him arms across it. “So, are you ever going to tell me or will I have to use my imagination?”

“Tell you what?” Barry asked, slowly flipping through the pages of his own book.

Cisco said nothing.

Barry sighed, aggravated. He supposed he’d better tell him something with a little more detail or he’d never hear the end of it.

Still, he opted for one more attempt at distraction.

“Aren’t you supposed to be taking a nap?”

Cisco raised his eyebrows.

“I changed my mind.”

“Why?”

He folded his hands beneath his chin.

“Your little secret was eating away at me.”

Barry snorted.

“It’s hardly a secret. Anyone who was in the hall at the time would’ve seen.”

“Well, it’s a secret to me because I wasn’t one of those people, was I?” He pounded a fist on the table.

“Alright, alright, geez, man.”

“You’ll tell me.”

Barry’s eyes were full blown.

“Yeah, I guess.”

He waited.

“Okay, you want to know what happened?” Cisco nodded. “The floor was wet, I slipped right when she was coming down the hall, she ran into me, and I caught her. Okay? That’s it. That’s what happened.”

“You caught her,” Cisco said in a monotone voice.

“Yep.”

“What, do you have Spidey instincts now?”

Barry chuckled. “I wish. I don’t know how it happened.”

“But you didn’t catch yourself,” he thought aloud.

“No.”

“That’s why she looked perfectly fine, and you…” he trailed off, as he took notice of Barry’s clothing.

“What- What is it?”

“Did you…change clothes?”

Barry paled. “I- It got wet…and…dirty.”

“It dried,” he deadpanned. “When did y-”

“I went back to our room after our first class to change. What’s the problem?”

Cisco’s smirk spread into a full-fledged grin. He folded his arms on the table.

“What?” Barry demanded.

“Did you, perhaps, think you might see a certain profe-”

“Okay, that’s enough. I won’t take any more of this.”

Barry started to gather his books and stick them in his bag, quickly zipping them up and awkwardly swinging the backpack over his shoulders.

“Oh, come on, man, it’s fun to tease you. You know I don’t mean anything by it. Barry. Barry!”

But Barry was grumpily storming out of the library. He suddenly really hated that he had to share a room with this guy. Could he get no peace? Could he not just drop the issue now that he knew what had happened? Did he have to be such an…ass about this?

Fuming, he turned the corner into the hallway, and wouldn’t you know it, almost ran right into the woman who’d been plaguing his thoughts all day.

She gasped and took a step back to avoid collision. He skidded to a stop.

“Barry!”

“Professor West!”

“We must stop meeting like this.” She chuckled lightly. The sound was music to his ears.

“Right. Sorry. I just…I’m in a hurry.”

“Where to?” she asked, apparently having all the time in the world to listen to his plight.

He swallowed.

“Nowhere. Just…my dorm room. I’m trying to escape my roommate.”

“Oh.” She fought a grin. “I’ll leave you to it then. I have to head to my office anyway.”

“Right.”

“See you on Wednesday, Barry.”

“Or before then!” he said enthusiastically. “I just mean, like…if we pass each other in the hall, or something.”

A giggle slipped past her lips.

“Yes, we might.”

“Right.”

“I’ll see you later, Barry.”

She shot him a wink.

He looked dumbfounded, but managed to at least partially recover from the shockwaves she sent to his system.

“Bye…Professor.”

She shook her head as she watched him leave, admiring for the briefest of moments his backside before he turned again at the staircase. She shook herself out of it and proceeded into the library, oblivious to Cisco Ramon observing the entire interaction.

…

By the time Iris got to the back of the library where the secret staircase to the office floor was, she thought she could feel her breathing and heartbeat return to normal. Which was good because she could not be seen by any of the other teachers giggly or flustered over a student.

Said student could be flustered. Of course he could. She was hot and his teacher, and he probably was going to fantasize about her for exactly those reasons. But he might even be underage – well, under drinking age – and how embarrassing for her to get, what were they called again? Butterflies? Over him? It was ridiculous! Especially when she had someone just her age, just her type, who was ready and willing to be with her whenever she asked. That would be following the rules, and it would make sense, given how long they’d known each other.

But man, if the way she and Barry had first collided didn’t feel ripped right from one of her favorite romance novels. She couldn’t even remember what the novel was called, only that it was now extra scandalous because of her being a teacher to her love interest, and there being quite the age difference. She was going to turn 29 for the second time in just a few months. The oldest Barry could possibly be was 22, maybe 23 if he’d decided to stay on for an extra year. And that…that.

“Stop it, Iris, you’re being ridiculous,” she muttered under her breath. “One swoonworthy moment does not a perfect romance make.”

She pushed the door to the office floor open after stomping up the remaining steps and plastered on her best polite smile as she made her way down the hall to her office.

All she needed was a few minutes to regain her composure and forget all about how her student made her heart race.

She would’ve had those minutes too, if it hadn’t been for the usually devastatingly charming man standing right in front of her office door, blocking her from entering.

“Scott.”

He’d been somewhat tense before, but now he relaxed at the sound of his first name floating off her tongue.

“Iris.”

“What are you doing here?” she asked, genuinely confused and completely forgetting their prior conversation in light of other events.

“I…uh…you said I could come by and we could talk.”

Her eyes bulged.

“Right! Right, I did. Uh…unfortunately, now is not a good time.”

He frowned, even as he moved away so she could open her door.

“Why not?” he asked. “I checked your schedule. You don’t have any students or any faculty meetings right now.” He shoved his hands into his pockets and followed her into his office.

“Well, aren’t you thorough,” she muttered under her breath.

“Huh?”

She shook her head.

“Nevermind. Uh, the door.”

She gestured behind him, and he pulled one hand from his pocket to close the door behind him. Then he came to stand on the opposite side of her desk.

“Please, have a seat,” she said.

Better to get this over and done with than dragged on forever, she supposed.

“Thanks,” he said, and pulled one of the soft, leather chairs close to her desk so he could sit down.

“I assume this is about last night,” she began.

“You assume correct.” He eyed her carefully. “Look, Iris, if you just want to pretend the whole thing never happened…”

She looked up at him hopefully.

“I’m afraid I just…can’t do that.”

She tried very hard not to slump down in front of him in disappointment. She pursed her lips and folded her hands on the desk instead and waited.

“I haven’t been very direct with you, and I guess after you were so direct last night, I felt like I needed to, but-”

“You did bring me flowers,” she pointed out.

“I did. I had a whole speech planned. I didn’t expect you to whisk me away to your bedroom…and then promptly kick me out afterwards.”

She winced.

“But I understand. You had Wally to consider while on break.”

She smiled serenely.

“Thank you for understanding.”

“But…now that he’s in his own dorm room.”

She frowned. “How do you know that?”

“Oh, I just…assumed, I guess. Is he not?”

She couldn’t make herself lie straight to his face. Not while he was putting himself so out there, and she was so desperately fighting to figure out a nice way to turn him down.

“No, he is. He’s moving in this afternoon, as we speak actually. I neglected to help him, given how much trouble he’s been over the last month.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that. It’s tough having troublesome siblings. I would know actually.”

“Scott!” she interrupted before he could embark on his great experience with troublesome siblings. “Before you go on – and I appreciate that you want to make me feel better – I think I’d better be as direct as humanly possible about where I see our…relationship going in the future.”

He looked hopeful, and she knew she could’ve chosen a better word.

“I like you. In a professional sense, you’re an admirable teacher, your knowledge knows no bounds, and you’re very charming and sexy.”

“I am?”

“Yes,” she reassured. “I wouldn’t have slept with you if I hadn’t found you sexy.”

He beamed. “That’s good to know.”

She forced a smile.

“Unfortunately, no matter how charming and sexy you are, I’m just not interested in having a romantic relationship with you.”

His lips immediately fell into a deep frown.

“I see.”

“It’s not you, it’s me. I’m just not ready to date.”

“Did you have a bad experience?”

“No.” She stood up from her seat and straightened out her skirt. “No, my last bad experience was quite some time ago, and I am not stuck on it.”

“Then?”

“We can be friends, Scott. That’s it. I’m sorry if I led you on… Well, I did lead you on because I had sex with you, obviously, but I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”

He stood up slowly.

“No need to apologize. You did tell me I was just a means to an end last night.”

She winced.

“I suppose I should’ve listened to that.”

“I’m sorry,” she said again, softer this time, the guilt starting to set in.

“We can still be friends,” he said.

“Professional friends,” she clarified.

“Right. Professional.”

They stood in silence for a while before Scott inevitably snapped out of his own depressing thoughts that now matched reality. He’d been so hopeful, and now…

“Well, I should let you get to…whatever you need to get to,” he said, slowly backing up to the office door.

“Yes, I…appreciate that.”

“Right. I’ll…see you in the halls, Iris.”

“See you then,” she said, smiling until her face hurt and he finally exited her office, closing the door behind him.

When he was gone, she collapsed back in her chair and blew the hair out of her face.

What a nightmare.

But at least it was over. She wouldn’t have to worry about turning Scott Evans down anymore, because he would no longer be trying to come on to her. She would miss the harmless flirtations – or what she had deemed harmless – that they’d had over the years, but obviously it had put the ridiculous notion into his head that she was interested when she wasn’t.

She really had to work on that tendency she had to flirt with whatever man was friendly enough to talk to her.

She moved the mouse on the mousepad and her computer monitor lit up with Barry’s face – among the other students from the class. His image was just slightly larger than the others.

She winced again.

She really had to work on it.

#westallen #westallen fanfiction #backtothestart02 fanfiction #teacher's pet #chapter 3

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knives-out20 · 3 years

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Mistake - Bobby & The Buddies

Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (2019)

Pairings: Bobby Brightside (OC) x Cliff Booth, StarBeep, DeepSpace, Platonic!Geep,

Warnings: Swearing, Faggotry, Probably sad, The end is here, Unrealistic timeskipping because Cliff hasn’t physically changed much,

Notes: Finally, the KISS & The Buddies crossover finale is here! We can get back to normal form hereon after, woo! There may or may not be minor references to this series in future Clobby oneshots, but overall, this is it. Ramon Valdovinos is my newest OUATIC OC; faceclaimed by young Benicio Del Toro, he’s The Buddies’ manager. Enjoy!

Bobby poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he, Cliff, and the Buddies looked up at the tall members of KISS.

For what was probably the last time- ever, or for now, was beyond him. He didn’t wanna think about it.

As long as no one insinuated the first idea (ever) to Beep and Deep, he ought to be fine.

Bobby felt Cliff put his hand on his shoulder, the man’s touch alone helping him through whatever life was. He looked up at Starchild. “So...this is it, huh?” Bobby rhetorically asked.

Starchild tilted his head from side to side. “For the most part. With our diverging schedules and plans for our bands, we can’t take your band on tour with us. And you can’t take us with you. Besides, you weren’t gonna be our openers forever. The Buddies were bound to get separate attention sooner or later.”

Maria nodded a bit. “Fun while it lasted, though. Didn’t think the seventies could’ve been any better if our bands hadn’t crossed paths.”

“We think so, too” Gene grunted. “That’s one thing we thanked Peter for, before...y’know...”

Maria hummed in understanding, rubbing Frankie’s back.

“You sure we can’t take you guys to Australia with us?” Eric Carr, the new drummer for KISS, spoke up.

Bobby scoffed. “Ramon thinks it’s best for us to start small and work our way up. Around California, then the USA, the continent, and make our way up to a world tour” he explained.

“We’re- We’re not, like, shaming you for jumping onto a world tour, though.” Frankie held his hand sup.

“Fuck knows you guys deserve it” Peep added, eyes shining despite their dark colour.

“Thank you” Starchild smiled.

Cliff had both his hands on Bobby’s shoulders, massaging gently. “Would it make sense to thank you guys for letting Bobby’s band open for you guys these past years...?” He asked. “They were decently popular before you guys, and I feel that you kinda pushed that forward to be even more-so.”

Starchild nodded, “it kinda would- you’re welcome.”

Bobby glanced up at Cliff, hiding a smile behind Bobby’s brown hair.

Beep, Ace, and Deep had been quiet thus far. Which was new; Ace never shut up whether it be laughing or talking, and Beep ‘n’ Deep were usually the most talkative two in the band.

Beep had his hands behind his back, feet shuffling and shifting in dead silence.

Ace picked at his costume, occasionally patting down his hair and looking up at the ceiling.

Deep held his left upper arm with his right hand, eyes glued down to his beat-up shoes.

The two bands dispersed into their own groups, Beep and Deep separately standing by themselves.

Ace approached Deep, “hey.”

Deep glanced up at him. “Hey.”

Ace cooed softly, using a finger to tilt Deep’s head up. “It’s a wonder how I’m still somehow taller than ya, huh?”

“Man-” Deep swatted his hand away, fighting back a smile. “Shut up.”

Ace trailed his hand down to Deep’s left upper arm, thumb stroking the tattoo he had gotten years back. “I can’t sneak you into any of my luggage, can I?”

“Wish y’could. But I got a double-life here, with the comedy and the band.”

“Yea, I know. I’ll ring your line, though. Through calls and letters and whatever else I can do....a mail carrier pigeon?”

Deep snorted, “you’re unbelievable.”

“Like I haven’t heard you say that enough times already.”

Deep looked up at Ace, gulping.

The corner of Ace’s lips twitched up into a slight, sad grin. “I’ll miss you while we’re down ‘n’ out ‘n’ wherever.”

“I’ll miss you too...What’s gonna happen to us?”

Ace sucked his teeth, emotions unable to hide behind his ghostly-coloured makeup. “No clue, but we’ll manage. Can’t be that hard if we keep in contact like I said earlier.”

“I guess.”

Ace clenched his jaw, thinking of what to say next.

“Think your hair will grow back next time I see ya?”

He giggled, reaching a hand up to feel his now-shorter hair. “Hope so. I know how much you like it long so you could-”

“Ace.”

“I’m joking” Ace winked playfully. “We’ll see. Think you can get it that long?”

“Never in a million years!”

Ace laughed, clapping his hands together.

The only sight Deep could ever want to see, the only one he needed. His finger traced the tattoo on his arm, it was of 'Frehley Forever’ in Ace’s handwriting.

“I’ll see you in time for your birthday, though. In November?”

“Yea.”

“I’ll see you in November” Ace chirped in a sing-song voice, earning an airy chuckle from Deep. “If not, I’ll send some stuff back to ya, a few gifts, maybe. If we’re in Australia still, maybe a kangaroo.”

Deep laughed.

Ace smiled in adoration as he leaned in, softly kissing over the tattoo on Deep’s arm before kissing Deep’s lips themselves. “Love you, Derek.”

“Love you too.” Deep mumbled, his airy chuckle turning into a typical laugh when Ace did what he always did; ruffle Deep’s hair.

Starchild and Beep looked away from the two, and back at one another.

Beep looked up at Starchild twitching. “Y’gonna miss my tics when you’re away?” He joked.

“More than anything” Starchild played along, Beep’s eyes trailing the outline of the black star around his eye. “I’ll miss you more, in and of itself. Shame you’re not short enough to fit in my jacket and come along with us, eh?”

Beep chortled. “First time I’m too tall for something, I’ll say.”

Starchild cupped Beep’s cheek, soft to the touch. “I’ll try keepin’ in touch. I won’t give up on us if you won’t. But as the Bobby of this band-” the two shared a giggle, “I’ll most likely be distant, literally. It’ll be busy.”

“I never could.” Beep assured him, hands interlocking with Starchild’s bigger ones and giving them quick squeezes. “See if Gene can send over free KISS merchandise” he sarcastically recommended.

“I’ll think about it” Starchild winked. He pulled Beep closer, fingers tracing down Beep’s neck. “I’ll be hot blooded f’you” Starchild referenced.

Beep felt his face flush, knowing what he was referencing.

“Check it and see?”

Beep kissed his teeth, dragging his tongue across his teeth. “I’ve got a fever of a hundred and three.”

Starchild grinned, bringing Beep’s hand up to kiss it, imprinting it with a red lipstick stain.

One Beep wishes he could keep forever. He gestured for Starchild to lean down, pulling him in to imprint the red lipstick over his own lips.

Peep slunk over to Gene, looking all the way up a him. “Gene.” She bowed.

Gene exhaled through his nose. “Peep.” He returned, bowing a bit.

“If you’re gone, who’s gonna protect me from secret serial killers?” Peep inquired.

Gene groaned, shaking his head. “I’m sure your brothers can manage” he shrugged.

“Benji and Derek? Wow, you sure have higher hopes for them, don’t’cha?”

“I don’t see in ‘em what Starchild and Ace see, but, yes.”

“Well, course you don’t. What Starchild and Ace see in ‘em is what you see in Dolly” Peep reminded, though it wasn’t something Gene needed reminding of.

“Y’got that right” Gene nodded. “That aside, you’re a strong lady, Penelope. You’re more than capable of takin’ care of yourself. Ain’t that right? I mean, you’re not so scared o’me anymore, right? That’s a feat.”

Peep lightly punched his arm. “Shut up” he giggled.

Gene smiled down at her, patting the top of her head. “If you’re ever really in so much trouble, I’m sure y’know how to get to me.”

“I do.” Peep smiled.

Gene grinned. “Y’gonna miss this?” He asked, sticking out his horrifically long tongue.

Peep groaned in fake-disgust, turning away. “Gross, this is a question for Dolly, not me-”

Gene cackled, throwing his head back a bit.

Peep smiled proudly, hands on her hips. Making Gene laugh- or so much as smile- was a rare feat she had only seen Ace achieve thus far (”look! It’s rock and roll!”).

Bobby watched the Sweeneys converse with their government-assigned KISS members (as he liked to joke), gaze flickering to the floor in melancholy.

“You okay, babe?”

Bobby reached a hand up, carefully cupping Cliff’s cheek. He hummed in response. “I dunno when we’re gonna see ‘em again, mango. What if we never have time to hang out again? What if shit goes down and we have to stop hanging up with one of ‘em, or someone breaks up with someone else and it’s all weird?” He inquired. “I dunno, I just...as much as I liked the Buddies being independent, opening for ‘em as cool as hell.”

Cliff kissed Bobby’s palm. “Somethin’ tells me this isn’t the end, Bobby. They may not be your employers or technical-band-mates anymore, but they’re still your friends” he answered, kissing the top of Bobby’s head. “And we know a thing or two about friends, don’t we?”

“All sorts’a stuff.”

“Exactly. We know lots of the outcomes that this friendship with Gene, Peter- uh, Eric now, Paul, and Ace could come to. We’re ready for any of them anyways, amirite?”

“Right.” Bobby had the ghost of a smile on his face as he craned his head up to look at Cliff, though upside down. “God, you’re my religion.”

“Love you too” Cliff purred, kissing Bobby’s nose.

Backtracking to Deep and Ace, Ace’s hand in Deep’s hair.

Deep glanced down at his watch, literally watching as each second with Ace slipped away. Each of Beep’s seconds with Starchild. Each of Peep’s seconds with Gene. “I just wanna stay here forever.”

“Y’do?” Ace arched a brow.

“‘Cause I know in the mornin’, you’ll be gone. And the morning after that- rats, then the next ones after that.”

Ace gulped, pulling Deep in and tightly hugging him. “Bring it in, man.”

Deep wrapped his arms around Ace’s neck, a hand in his pitch black, but godly soft hair. “Ace?”

Ace pulled away from the hug, a hand cupping Deep’s cheek. Their noses were inches apart. “Yea?”

Deep glanced down at his tattoo. “Don’t make a mistake outta me, alright?”

Ace fought back a knowing grin, simply nodding. “Never on any planet, baby.”

Beep, meanwhile, bit the edge of his lip. “Starry?”

Starchild looked down at him, “mhm?”

Beep looked at the red lips on his hand. “Don’t make a- make a mistake out of me, alright? Out of, uh, us.”

Starchild’s eyebrows furrowed together a bit. “Y’know how I say I can see into the future, Benji?”

Beep squinted, confused. “Yea-?”

“I can say for certain that I don’t see that happening.” Starchild chuckled.

Beep slowly smiled, feeling a twinge of relief. “I love you, Starry.”

“Yea, I love you too.”

Peep tilted his head. “Gene, y’better not make a mistake out of our friendship while you’re gone.”

Gene narrowed his eyes. “How could I-?”

“I dunno, but just don’t” Peep shrugged, rolling up an imaginary sleeve.

Gene scoffed, saluting her. “Aye-Aye, Penelope.”

Bobby smiled to himself, Cliff’s hand going up and under his shirt. “I’ll miss ‘em.”

“Yea, me too” Cliff agreed. “But this isn’t the end, remember?”

“Far from it.”

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(Happy end AU, Pac gets his ugly as fuck peach bathrooms because Fit and Mike care too much about his happiness to say no. This is like.. Not just the end of the series but like a post-credits bonus scene, and I'm missing so much of the middle, but after writing about them talking about the house last night how could I not? It heavily references the fic I wrote yesterday [here], but... tldr: there's a plan to build a new town in a new world with the island residents once they escape the island. This is probably like 3 years beyond canon, where they have escaped. Some day I might fill in the rest, but I am /horrible/ at long projects.)

There is a six bedroomed house on the south-east side of town. It is large, but unlike its neighbours it looks like a very normal house. Four walls, three floors, a roof, a basement, an attic, built of brightly coloured concrete. The front garden is paved over, the back garden left mostly untamed. There's a single football goal on the grass, and a bit further back an extensive vegetable garden the inhabitants only sometimes remember to tend - a contraption will harvest and replant, but nobody ever remembers to turn it on. Some trees, some flowers - all of the plots of land are large, here.

The bedrooms are upstairs, all six of them. On the ground floor is the kitchen, the dining room, the living room, each an explosion of the inhabitants colours, while the conservatory is simple in brick and glass. The hallways are painted not cream, but to look like danger tape instead.

Then there is a patio, a barbecue, an attic to store things and a basement with warp-plates to the adult's places of work and a little extra room for the mechanics to mess around.

Richas and Ramon chase each other across the grass. Dapper, over to spend the day with Ramon, reads under the shade of a hawthorn tree. Pac sits up on the roof, terracotta in hand as he tries to rebuild it into something prettier. Mike, meanwhile, works in the basement, adjusting their heating for the coming winter. They rebuilt Chume Labs at the outside of town, and with all the machinery it is always warm, but now, for the first time in so long, they have a home.

"Oi!" Comes the call from the street, and Pac would know that voice anywhere these days.

Recklessly, ridiculously, with full knowledge that even if he misses he'll just wake back up in his room, Pac runs to the edge of the roof and throws himself off, laughing all the way.

Fit catches him, swinging him around to burn the momentum, and keeps him in his arms. It's obvious that Fit showered and changed over by the portal network, but beneath the smell of communal bodywash the blood and dust and death remains apparent. It does not scare Pac. Both a lot of things and not much at all scare him these days.

"How was it?" Pac asks, looping his arms around Fit's neck.

"Let me sit down first," Fit laughs back. "But, there were plenty of idiots. Like always."

"Did you kill anyone?" Pac continues to question, hopping down from Fit's arms to open the door. "Can we come next time?"

"Yes, and if you arrange a babysitter."

Mike meets them at the hatch to the basement, wiping oily hands on his lab coat.

"Hear that?" Pac grins. "Fit says we can go kill people with him next time!"

Mike's returning smile is a little sharp, just as it always has been. "Richas has more than enough parents," he agrees. "And Bad or Philza or someone will take Ramon."

Fit laughs again, and it's such a good sound. Pac never wants it to wnd.

"Alright, alright," Fit waves them down. "I'll take you both next time. I don't see the appeal, though."

Before they can argue their point Ramon runs in to the room, trailing mud, and throws himself at Fit's leg. Fit pats his head, and hands him a gift from the Wasteland - mechanical components, looted from a corpse no doubt.

Ramon slams down a sign. Pac doesn't quite catch what it says, but he sees Fit scoop his son up with an "I missed you too, Ramon."

Pac hands out the coffee while Mike starts instructing Fit on the new heating controls.

"A story?" Fit asks - glancing over, that is exactly what Ramon's latest sign asks. "Someone did try to set up a government again. Someone else had already blown it up by the time I got there, but I lava-casted the ruins."

Pac and Mike both know there is more to it than that - they know his work, and how it goes. There will have been death and murder and strife, pain for all parties, but this way the children laugh about it. Mike leans against Pac, and Pac wraps an arm across his back as they listen to Fit describe some ruins he found, and the narrative he constructed about them. A campfire, a river, and an illegal End Portal, all wrapped into one.

"And then I came home," Fit ends his stories. "To my beautiful baby boy."

Ramon squirms his arms free of Fit's hug, earning laugh after laugh. Again, Pac does not see the question asked on the sign, but Fit softens at it. Looks to Ramon, to Richas and Dapper, to Mike and then to Pac.

"Yes, this is home," Fit says, a little wonder in his voice. "Do you like it, Ramon?"

Ramon nods vigorously.

"We haven't had a home before," Pac says, a little light. "But I like this one. I tried with Ilha Chume Labs, but…"

"But that fucking bear," of those resident in the house, Mike always speaks most easily of the holiday island turned prison. "I know. You tried."

"It's funny," Fit says. "The Wasteland was my home for so long that I forgot what loving it felt like. Leaving... Here I can love forever, there I can only love by its absence in my like."

"We've always had our labs. Those were home enough for then," Mike replies.

"I nearly died our first lab," Pac points out.

"You lived, didn't you?"

"You saw my attempt at a home," Fit cuts in. "Your lab on the island at least had bedrooms."

"Pac's island didn't."

Pac pulls his hands from Mike to hide his face, and the laughter all over it, "I tried, okay? I tried!"

"We know," Fit's voice is soothing, but amused. "We all did. And then, together, we did better."

They failed, but they tried, and what the three of them can build together will always be greater than one alone. Even with Fit's ugly preferences, and the colour scheme.

They built a six bedroomed house on the south-east side of town, with materials they carved themselves from the land, and painted with flowers from the garden. Fit built the walls, strong enough for any blast that the god and goddesses ensure will not touch them here, and sorted the plumbing when they realised he was the closest thing their community had to one. Mike wired all the redstone and the warp plates, and made Fit rebuild his initial, ugly design. Ramon and Richarlyson became lords of the gardens, mostly to keep them away from the building equipment, but also to give them a challenge to do.

Pac chose all the colours, because he wanted to, and has not wanted anything in a very long time; there is a green bedroom and a blue bedroom, one for each scientist, and a yellow bedroom for the son they share with so many other households. A bedroom decorated white for the owner of the local gym, and one with wood paneling for his inventor son. The spare bedroom is an ugly shade of red, but Pac chose it himself, and so the colour stays.

And then there are the bathrooms - one on each floor. A bath on the ground floor, a shower on the first, and a shower-over-bath on the second.

And the bathrooms, of course, are tiled peach.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp tazercraft #qsmp fit #qsmp shipping #happy ending au #its supposed to be platonic #but just in case so people can avoid it #damn allonormative existence not liking adult housemates #if I can find a good furniture mod I'll make this trainwreck of a house in a private creative world someday #that is a threat and a promise #I like insiding houses even in vanilla but when I built my grandma's house I could only use three slabs of white concrete to make the bath #I just want the characters to be able to escape the horrors and have happy lives and this series is my wish fulfilment fantasy

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Music and Memories

My Writing Fandom: Arrow Characters (with speaking parts): Laurel Lance, Oliver Queen, Cisco Ramon, Thea Queen, Barry Allen Pairing: Laurel Lance/Oliver Queen Summary: At a joint team holiday party, Laurel coaxes some of the old Oliver she still knows and loves out for their friends to see. Songs used: 1967's "Someday at Christmas" (written by Ron Miller and Bryan Wells for Stevie Wonder) and 1977's "Keep Christmas With You (All Through the Year)" (music and lyrics by Sam Pottle and David Axelrod for Bob McGrath).

No one would call her a natural host. For one thing, Laurel usually kept herself too busy to host anything. But it had been a while since Oliver had been able to have a full Christmas party without something going wrong, and Laurel wanted it to be perfect for him this year.

She’d gotten the invitations out and received the various RSVPs back from their wide-spread group of friends. The Waverider had been the only non-response, and Laurel anticipated her sister’s crew arriving with presents and eggnog in tow sometime before March. But it was to be a full house at the mayoral residence tonight, a place Laurel was becoming more familiar with now that she spent a few nights a week here. Nevertheless, she ended up recruiting Thea’s keen eye for decorating.

“You know Ollie’s gonna like whatever you do, right?” Thea asked her as they wrapped tinsel around the banisters.

“I know, but I don’t want him to just like it. Something’s always seemed to go wrong around the holiday for him the last few years, and I want him to have the chance to kick back and enjoy himself. Open up a bit more with some friends.”

It had been strange when Laurel had first realized Oliver had a reputation amongst their larger circle of vigilantes and heroes for being intimidating. Certainly he was no wallflower, and there were few criminals who didn’t regret having met him, but it was Oliver. Even after he had returned from the island reserved and somber, she had never even entertained the thought of being nervous or afraid around him the way some from Central and even a few of the newer vigilantes who had become active in their own city were. They just didn’t know him the way she did, and Laurel hoped this party could go a ways to changing that.

Oliver came back with a tree before dark, and she was happy to see his face light up at the sight of the decorations. “This looks great, you two. Did you come across a box for ornaments?”

“Got you covered,” Thea said.

By the time they finished decorating the tree the sun had set and the catering had arrived. For how busy they were and the size of their group, Oliver had acknowledged that cooking just wasn’t going to be possible. Laurel was just glad he wouldn’t be stuck in the kitchen for half the party.

“We better get changed,” Thea said. “They should start coming any minute now.”

Laurel nodded and followed the siblings upstairs. Oliver lent her the en suite to change in since he was just trading his shirt and tie for a deep red sweater. Laurel emerged from the bathroom in the dark green velvet dress she had bought for the occasion. “Well, we’ve got the festive colors down,” she remarked.

“That we do.” Oliver took a couple steps to meet her, one hand smoothing up her back while she placed her own hand to his chest. This kind of closeness between them creates a kind of giddiness in her, still; it hadn’t been all that long ago that she thought they’d never be this way again.

The doorbell ringing interrupted the moment, and they had to make it back downstairs quickly to meet the first of their guests, Mari with a covered dish under her arm. Laurel gave her friend a side hug and directed her to the table to set it down with everything else.

For the food, they had set up a buffet of sorts with little standing tables here and there, their gathering too large to fit at a table, even if the one in the dining room nearly rivaled the old one that had been back at the Queen Manor.

More and more people filtered in; John and Lyla, minus the twins; her father; then the Flash team from Central City, which upped the noise level in the house dramatically.

Hugs were exchanged, conversations springing up in pockets here and there as people got food and found places to stand or sit and eat. Everyone was having a good time catching up with each other and about the various goings-on in their respective cities.

One thing Laurel noted with warmth in her chest was the lack of alcohol. They’d told their friends it was BYOB, but the fact that all of them had decided simply to go without for tonight was a quiet, yet deeply moving gesture to her, though she managed not to get too teary about it.

She did her best to play the part of hostess, flitting between groups here and there and checking in with each of her friends. Her dad was doing well talking shop with Detective Joe West, so she didn’t feel too badly about only stopping by him for a moment or so. She was glad the other cop had decided to come, even if he supposedly wasn’t too fond of Star City or its residents.

Laurel spotted Oliver once talking to Barry then again later standing alone by a table. She was in the middle of a conversation with Caitlin and Iris at the time, and once it had wrapped up he had moved somewhere else. She hoped it was to speak with one of their other friends.

She registered music coming from the sitting room. Apparently someone had found the piano that sat there, totally unused. It actually didn’t sound that badly out of tune. Laurel was only mildly surprised to find Cisco at the keys when she wandered into the room. Her friend had a lot of talents.

“Laurel, come over here!” Cisco’s summons accompanied by a charming grin was infectious, and Laurel made her way to the piano. “What are we singing? Good King Wenceslas?”

She shook her head with a laugh and he banged out a couple heavy-handed chords. “Maybe something a little more modern.”

“Mm-hm. Let’s do some Stevie.”

“Okay,” Laurel agreed. She knew the song; it had always been one of her favorites. And since the emergence of her powers had gifted her a good ear and a strong voice, she’d gotten more and more comfortable with using it for an audience.

Cisco started to play and took the first verse. “Someday at Christmas men won't be boys, playing with bombs like kids play with toys. One warm December our hearts will see a world where men are free.”

He nodded for her to take the next one. She placed a hand on the closed lid of the piano and drew a breath.

“Someday at Christmas there'll be no wars. When we have learned what Christmas is for. When we have found what life's really worth, there’ll be peace on earth.”

Cisco joined back in.

“Someday all our dreams will come to be. Someday in a world where men are free. Maybe not in time for you and me, but someday at Christmastime.”

She tossed her head shift her hair over her shoulder and happened to catch Oliver’s eyes across the room. Others were standing around, swaying to the music and smiling, but the sheer tenderness in his gaze as he watched her stole her breath for a second. Laurel almost missed coming back in.

“Whoa, someday at Christmas there'll be no tears. When all men are equal and no man has fears. One shining moment one prayer away from our world today.”

She couldn’t seem to look away from Oliver now. Maybe, in a way, she wanted to be sure he heard this. How many times had he struggled to keep going or felt like he was losing his way? He judged himself so harshly for not being able to save everyone or stop every disaster. What they did for their city, it wasn’t easy and it wasn’t for the short-term. They were fighting now in the hopes that they were making a better future for those who came next, and that didn’t have to mean it was hopeless even if they never saw it themselves.

“Someday all our dreams will come to be. Someday in a world where men are free. Maybe not in time for you and me, but someday at Christmastime. Someday at Christmastime.”

There was a good deal of clapping from their friends, almost all of whom had found their way to the sitting room at this point to listen. They stood or sat in clumps around the room, all except Ollie who was back against the wall on his own. Laurel thought for a moment, then came up with an idea, turning to Cisco.

“Can you look up a song really quick for me and wing it?” Laurel leaned in and whispered her plan quickly, causing Cisco’s eyes to light up as he nodded and grabbed the tablet for some research.

Laurel stood straight and crossed the room towards where Oliver stood. “That was beautiful,” he told her, and she ducked her head with a pleased smile.

“Hold the praise. I’m about to do something you might not like.”

“Oh?”

Laurel held out her hand, and she was gratified that he took it even if he was raising an eyebrow at her while doing so. She led him back over towards the piano.

“Okay, everyone,” she called out, waiting for the general chatter of voices to die down a little. “Thank you all so much for coming out and for making this truly a happy holiday for all of us.”

“We really appreciate it,” Oliver added, which she’d been hoping for.

“Christmas is Ollie’s favorite holiday, and I actually know what his favorite Christmas song was from back when we were growing up…”

Oliver turned his head sharply towards her, but Laurel wasn’t done.

“And I’m hoping that he will agree to sing it with me for you all tonight.”

A great whoop of excitement went around the room, accompanied by scattered laughs and giggles. Barry in particular looked like his Christmas had just arrived a few days early.

“Do it, Ollie!” Thea called from her perch on the arm of the couch. It seemed to kick off a scattered chant of “Do it, do it!” around the room.

Oliver looked down at her, attempting to appear stern. “Really?”

“Come on. It’s Christmas,” she reminded him.

He hung his head for a moment, then held out a hand to quiet the chanting that had only grown louder and more unified. “Cisco, do your worst.”

“You got it,” their friend replied with an ear to ear beam.

“I’ll start it off for you,” Laurel promised softly as the opening chords were played. “When Christmas time is over and presents put away, don't be sad. There'll be so much to treasure about this Christmas day and the fun we've had.”

She nodded at him encouragingly, and with a sigh, he joined in, a little rough but mostly on pitch. “So many happy feelings to celebrate with you, and, oh, the good times hurry by so fast. But even when it's over there's something you can do to make Christmas last.”

“I love this so much,” Cisco remarked as he swiped to the next page for the chorus.

“Ollie, is this Sesame Street?” Barry asked, looking up from his phone which he’d clearly been using for a quick search.

Oliver nearly pulled away, but Laurel slipped her arm around his waist. “Keep Christmas with you all through the year. When Christmas is over, you can keep it near. Think of this Christmas day when Christmas is far away.”

To her relief and delight, Thea stood up and pressed herself to Oliver’s other side, joining in with her own voice. Apparently she could still remember this, too.

“Keep Christmas with you all through the year. When Christmas is over save some Christmas cheer. These precious moments—” with his sister’s support, Oliver had joined back in, and she felt him wind his own arm around her waist, drawing her into his side. “—hold them very dear. And keep Christmas with you all through the year.”

Cisco had started singing along as he played as well, and over by the tree she saw her dad grinning fondly at their group while Joe West looked on them with total bemusement, stunned, she supposed, at seeing the Green Arrow this way.

“Christmas means the spirit of giving

Peace and joy to you. The goodness of loving, the gladness of living; these are Christmas, too.”

Barry had his phone out still and was sharing it with Caitlin and Iris to read the words off the screen while Mari came up to the piano to read over Cisco’s shoulder. John and Lyla seemed to know the words on their own, and the whole room was ringing with their combined voices by the end.

“So, keep Christmas with you all through the year. When Christmas is over save some Christmas cheer. These precious moments, hold them very dear. And keep Christmas with you all through the year.”

Cisco ended his playing with a great flourish, and cheers and clapping went up around the room, “Merry Christmas!” shouted here and there.

“That didn’t hurt much, did it?” Laurel asked quietly.

“No,” Oliver said, and she felt his lips press against her temple. “Not at all. Thank you.”

There friends were all lining up to share their favorite carol or song with Cisco to look up, and though their voices would no doubt be hoarse by tomorrow, Laurel knew it was worth it seeing Oliver, alight with happiness in the center of the room the way she knew he still could be.

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