#The next beauty pageant maybe
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My cat and dog hybrids, and random things about them! [Not proofread]
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★ Brutus the german shepherd
He's a big boy alright. A startling 6'6 frame, but that doesn't stop him from acting like a little bastard. He's playful and cocky, a little protective but that's just in his instincts to protect his little herd! In his physical appearance, He's starting to grow out his buzz cut, a pair of German shepherd ears ontop. he's hoping to maybe dye a couple strands of hair blond once they're long enough. green eyes that stare into your soul, absolutely no thought process behind them
★ dolly the doberman
Everyone loves dolly. There used to be another doberman named Danny but they sent him to the pound when he bit both the farmer and his granddaughter. She used to have puppies with Danny but they didn't survive the winter, they got sick and passed the coming spring. She's a little rough around the edges but you'll love her too right? Don't let Brutus hog all the love! In her physical appearance, she has very short brown hair and a pair or doberman ears, with one of them being a little bit, ontop of her head. 5'7 with a deadly brown eyed stare.
★ bladviba the black Russian terrier
A messy mop of brown curls he calls hair sits atop his head. He's usually out in the fields observing the cattle, black eyes staring out Into the distance. The others say he used to be a fisherman's dog but then he had to find a new home since he passed away one night. Stoic and serious, he's secretly a 5'8 softie who wants to hide and cuddle you somewhere. But that bastard Brutus would probably find you in less than an hour.
★ molly the chow chow
molly may be the smallest out of all them, but that doesn't mean she won't let them do all the work. Usually she's trailing behind dolly, claiming that since their names are similar they have to stick close together. She has a short temper and a little brutish, but you'll get used to her. Spiky short brown hair, with dark black eyes that sparkle when she sees you. A 5'2 sweetheart- wait who gave molly a knife-
★ sweet pea the Samoyed
Sweet pea loves many things! You, bones, their house, sleep. Okay maybe not many things but atleast some things! Usually quiet and following you from behind, they quietly take up the role of your 6'1 guard dog. Helping you around the barn, and in exchange all you have to do is let them scent you for another 2 hours every 4 hours! Dirty white hair, with black eyes as dark as charcoal.
★ bubba the borzoi
Bubba is so fucking done with both you and the others. Can you stop fucking singing 'let me do it for you' like shut up he's trying to do his job here. He refuses to let you see the slightest smile but just know he is smiling. He's just stubborn. Like VERY stubborn. Sarcastic and empathetic, a deadly combo. He could be comforting you and then calling you a blubbering fool the next. 6/10, would bite my ass. He's a startling 6'11, with blue eyes and light blonde hair
★ princess the ragdoll
Name the most spoiled housecat who ever lived. She lives up to her name, she's been in many beauty pageants and won a many prizes. Ribbons, trophies, photographs all align the walls of her room. She'll give you a side eyed look before making you go through a 600 step beauty routine, before ever allowing you to touch her. Atleast she'll cuddle you for hours on end, so the torture was worth it all. King is the only person she respects, aside from her owners. White long curly hair, blue eyes and 5'5
★ prince the Norwegian forest cat
He's the most humble cat ever known, all he really wants is to settle down, have a couple litters, and be a good dad. But princess hated his guts and quite frankly, he hated her. He much preferred you, he wondered how you'd look with a belly full of his kits.. he'll respect your wishes, but don't mind him breaking into your room every now and then. (He leaves hair everywhere, don't let him.) Ginger fluffy hair, green eyes and 5'7
★ king the Khao manee
King could either be planning your downfall or planning the entire family you'll have together. The greatest manipulator ever known to cat kind. He could convince you orange is red and red is blue if you let him (don't let him), he manipulates princess to do things for him but now that you're here, you won't mind taking over now will you? Sandy blonde hair with heterochromiac eyes. 5'6
Bonus: the forest pack ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- ︶︶︶︶༉‧
★ Roxy the wolf
butch werewolf? Butch werewolf. She's stoic and quiet, but she's just a gentle giant. Following her brothers around, she's very obedient and surprisingly, loves gardening! Long Spiky black hair, red eyes and 6'7
★ Silas the wolf
Silas is the leader, commanding his siblings when to act and when to fall behind. But he just wants a break and to lay down, take a nice long nap. Until one of his siblings comes running to him for help. Oh well, he had a nice sleep. He loves them, he truly does, but he wants a nap in peace. Very short spiky black hair, red eyes, 6'9
★ Milo the wolf
Milo is selectively mute. With a deadpan look always on their face and they seem emotionless, but that's not the case. They're just always distracted and can't really focus on many things. Be a little patient will you? Medium long spiky black hair, red eyes, 6'6
★ Kiki the Pomeranian
Kiki is some dog hybrid they found off the road and decided they're one of them. Feral and has a big dog complex. Tries to be intimidating but they just aren't. Sometimes they watch you work on the farm from the edge of the forest, a little jealous of the animals that get to watch you everyday. Messy blonde hair, black eyes that hold the anger of a toddler being forced into A school play, and very short. 4'9
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#Dog hybrids#Wolf hybrids#Yandere dogs#Yandere cats#Cat hybrids#The forest creatures#Yandere male#Yandere nom binary#Yandere female#Butch female#Yandere x reader#Yandere male x reader#Yandere female x reader#Yandere nonbinary x reader#Poly yandere#Polygamous yanderes#Queenie writes#Queenie ocs
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A man with a magic remote using it to make his stuck up local barista into a needy bimbo
Enough is enough.
From a young age, you have always been brought up believing being polite got you places; saying thank you, holding doors open for people, and making guests feel welcome are part of a basic human decency you assumed everyone practiced.
Until you met Alice.
You had met in high school, back when you was a little rounder in the belly and cheeks. She had always turned her nose up at you, snarking some cruel comment on your appearance, or how slow you were. You never understood why--after all, you had always been nice to her--but maybe that was just what hot, popular blondes did to "science losers" like you.
But nearly ten years later, this loser was ready for his revenge.
Sitting at the corner table of the local coffee joint, you watch her plug away at the cash register as she rings customers up. Seductive, green eyes, wide hips, and full, perky breasts that jiggle a little bit when she walked. You watch the way she flashed that beauty-pageant smile that somehow manages to let people know she was better than them.
But over the last few months, you found a way to make it all come crashing down on her.
You train the wrist-mounted device you'd spent months perfecting on her. "Alice Saintfield. IQ 135, but 34DD," it flashes on the screen.
Just as she speaks to the next customer, you twist the dial to the right. Immediately, her white blouse strains to keep her overflowing bossoms contained. A pink flush creeps across her face as she notices her customer staring slack-jawed at her suddenly massive breasts. Quite a few of the patrons murmur, some pointing at her.
She blinks a few times. "Wha..."
"Alice Saintfield. IQ 120, but 34GG."
You smirk. So it begins.
You turn the dial more.
Alice lunges forward, the weight of her massive tits making her unsteady. All of the buttons on her blouse spatter the cash register as her breasts spill slightly outside the sides of her apron.
Much to your delight, she giggles. "Oopsies!" She jumps around excitedly, her massive mammaries swaying. Her hard, pink nipples play peekaboo from behind her apron wth ever jiggle as she makes her way to the staff break room.
You follow her over to a room with a small kitchen and a few tables. She stands in front of a large full-body mirror squeezing her breasts.
"Alice Saintfield. IQ 70, but 34K."
This time, before turning the dial the furthest it could go, you click a button on the device.
Her breasts swell immediately and spill out of her dhitt completely. Now uncovered by an apron far too small, blue veins pulse through her pale breasts. They send what appears to be a needy ache to her swollen pink nipples.
Beads of milk appear at the tender teat, before they start dripping onto the small table below.
You smile down at her. But her eyes are wide, an unfamiliar sense of submission behind them. She waddles over to the plastic coffee cups, grabbing a handful of them before making her way to you. With each footstep, her breasts sway and slosh as tiny rivers of milk run down from her teats.
"Alice Saintfield. IQ 15, but 34P. Subject has reached peak breeding instance."
Your dick twitches. Hmm...
She holds out an empty coffee cup, blissfully unaware there is a little bit of drool dripping from her lip.
You take the cup, unsure.
Housting her bare breast up for you to see, she tilts her head to one side.
"Moo?" she asks before biting her lip. "Moooo?"
Milk me?
You take her massive teat in your hand and squeeze, aiming into the coffee cup you held in your hand. Milk spurts out, drenching your hand in warm liquid. Alice moans from the release as you notice the unmilked breast has a steadier stream dripping from it.
"Moo!" Alice gasps. It's then you notice how drenched her panties are. She rubs against the side of her hand, and the motion makes her massive milkers slosh. "Moooo..."
Your device is perfect; not only is she full of milk, the bitch NEEDS to breed.
You cock swells against the tightness of your pants. It hadn't really been a part of your plan to impregnate her, but as she unzips your pants and uses both her tiny hands to work away at your cock, you realize the idea turns you on.
Plus, wasn't it even better revenge on her knowing you not only made her tits massive, but you also pumped her full of your "loser" cum?
Your shirt is soaked from the milk leaking from her full breasts that she rubs against your chest.
"Moo... Moo..." She stops rubbing, and instead sits on the table and spreads her legs. Her miniskirt does little to hide her soaked underwear. She squeezes her breasts, letting a massive spray soak her hands.
"Are you in heat, dumb little cow?"
"Moooo..." she moaned.
You pulled the drenched thong to the side to shove your throbbing member inside her. Her internal juices tantalize your dick, making it throb. One, two, three--you lose count of how many pumps before--
Just as you ejaculate, Alice bounces herself on you, sloshing her giant tits around and as she pleasures herself on your release.
Finally, she lets out a breathless sigh before snuggling with your face resting on a breast. She led your head to one of her dripping teats, and you happily accept it into your mouth.
Blissful peace coursed through your veins as you suckle at her breast, content.
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#breast expansion#lactation kink tw#tw lactation kink#massive breasts#smut#huge natural melons#huge cleavage#mommy milkers#writing#big tiddy committee#submisive and breedable#breeding k1nk
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How To Befriend Birds, Ogle Shirtless Hunks, and Win Back Your Ex: A Guide by Porchay Kittisawat
Rating: T
Chapter word count: 2648
Chapters: 1/5
Relationships: KimChay; ArmTankhun
Additional tags: Post-Canon; Humor; Alternating PoV; Original Character; (the original character is a bird); (trust me she's vital to the plot); Everyone Lives AU; bodyguard beauty pageant; KimChay reconciliation era; Chay's 'crushing on all the bodyguards' era
Summary: Hidden in the fine print of the contracts signed by every Theerapanyakul bodyguard, there lurks one very unusual clause: a stipulation that the undersigned is obligated to participate in the annual Theerapanyakul Bodyguard Aesthetic Championships.
(Beauty Pageant. It's a bodyguard beauty pageant.)
When Kinn and Porsche are unexpectedly called abroad on business, it falls to Chay to step up and fill the empty seat on the judging panel for that year's upcoming contest. A week of sequins, shirtlessness, costume sabotage and slutty catwalk strutting awaits - and maybe even a chance to reconcile with someone he's only just letting himself admit he misses...
I'm a little bit late, but my fic for @kinnporschebigbang is finally here! This is the longest fic I've ever posted to Ao3, and easily the crackiest as well, but it's been so much fun to work on it along with my artist partner @aghostlybao! They've created the most gorgeous art to accompany the fic, including the above banner and a few more surprises in the next chapter as well - I'm so excited to finally be able to share this project with everyone! 🥰
✨read on ao3✨
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MC: Hm? What are you doing here, my lord?
Diavolo: *chuckles* You don't have to address me formally. Just call me Dia.
MC: ...
MC: So Dia, what's your business here?
Diavolo: I've come here to watch the pageant. I heard it's going to be interesting.
MC: I doubt it would.
Diavolo: Oh?
MC: The prize isn't worth it.
Diavolo: *chuckles* I'll grant you a better prize, the best even if you manage to win.
MC: Hm. I'll pass.
Diavolo: Aww... That's unfortunate.
Simeon: Not at all. I think they just know that there's a catch to it.
Diavolo: Ah, Simeon. I almost didn't recognize you.
MC: *glances at Simeon's outfit and frowns a little*
MC: Why are we matching?
Simeon: I'm your partner and I have to show that.
Diavolo: ...
Diavolo: Anyway, I think the competition will start soon. Good luck, MC.
MC: Thanks.
Diavolo: *walks off*
Simeon: *hooks their arm with his* Let's go?
MC: You don't have to cling on me.
Simeon: I must. Especially when you're being somebody's target. *gives Maddi a side glance*
MC: ...
Maddi: *smiles at them*
Mammon: *in the crowd* Bruh! WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING?!
MC: *looks bored while waiting for their name to be called*
Belphie: *giving Simeon a death glare*
Simeon: *smirks at him* *wrapping his arm around MC's waist*
The host: And now for our one and only concubus-! MC!
*the crowd cheers*
Mammon: *being the noisiest* Drop em' dead!
The host: How are you feeling today?
MC: So-so.
The host: ...
The host: *laughs awkwardly* Looks like our dear contestant isn't feeling any pressure!
MC: Of course. After seeing how the other contestants are being incompetent, being pressured would be just a waste of my time.
Maddi: Excuse me? I think that statement is quite despicable.
Maddi: All of us here are giving our all to showcase our beauty and talent.
Maddi: And I'm not sure why you would say that others are incompetent.
MC: You're yapping because that includes you.
Maddi: ...
The other contestants: *snickers*
The audiences: *sounds of amusement*
Maddi: *smiles* Of course not. Maybe try to be respectful next time.
MC: Sure thing.
Simeon: *whispers to their ear* You're doing great.
MC: I don't need your words of affirmation.
Simeon: *smiles*
Belphie: I will kill that bastard.
Mammon: Bro, you need to chill.
Mammon: MC-! *runs and jumps on them* You won, bruh!
Mammon: And Maddi was just 2nd-runner up!
MC: You're happy now?
Mammon: *nods* Hm! I'll treat you somewhere!
Simeon: No need for you to do that. MC will go with me after this.
Mammon: Er...
Diavolo: I'm afraid they won't be free to go with you either, Simeon.
Simeon: How so?
Diavolo: Even if MC won the pageant, I still need to discuss with them about the behavior they've shown in front of the crowd.
MC: So it was against the rules, huh?
Simeon: Are you sure it's only a discussion?
Diavolo: Yes. I assure you. *smiles*
Maddi: Diavolo-!
Diavolo: *turns to look at her* Oh, Maddi. I didn't know you stayed. I thought you left.
Maddi: *seething in anger but forces herself to smile* I was surprised with the quality of the pageant this evening. It wasn't like this before.
MC: Yes. Because before your magic was a plus factor.
Maddi: Shut up!
Maddi: *looking at Diavolo again* Please tell me you're not taking interest on this good-for-nothing concubus!
MC: *leans to whisper to Mammon* Is that how people describe me these days?
Mammon: Nah. "Bitch" is still common.
MC: Ah. *nods*
Diavolo: Maddi, it's none of your business on whoever I feel attracted to.
Maddi: ...
MC: Ouch.
#obey me#obey me mc#obey me diavolo#obey me simeon#obey me belphie#obey me mammon#obey me maddi#a hell of a relationship
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The red ribbon awareness campaign started in the spring of 1991 when costume designer Marc Happel attended a Manhattan meeting of the Visual AIDS artist caucus. He had an idea for an awareness symbol they’d been searching for. He proposed the red-ribbon design you see above.
He said he took inspiration from yellow ribbons he’d seen tied around trees to honor servicemen.
The artist caucus loved Happel’s idea and ran with it. Local businesses donated supplies. Cutting, folding, and pinning soon went into overdrive at “ribbon bees” — like quilting bees, only designed to raise awareness of HIV/AIDS. Within a few weeks, the ribbons were often spotted on NYC streets, though few people knew what they meant.
Then Daisy Eagan, the 11-year-old star of The Secret Garden, accepted the show’s first award, best featured actress. And she was wearing a red ribbon! Kevin Spacey also wore a ribbon. So did Penn and Teller. By the end of the show, almost every celebrity who walked onstage had worn a prominent red ribbon, though no one told viewers why — possibly because the network threatened to cut audio if anyone talked about AIDS.
That mystery-marketing tactic was probably unintentional, but it couldn’t have been more powerful if professionals had planned it. By the end of the next day, the whole nation was buzzing. Why had all those famous actors worn identical ribbons? Why didn’t they talk about them? What’s going on?
Answers came fast as celebrities and AIDS activists gave interviews to local and national media. To paraphrase: “HIV/AIDS is a humanitarian crisis killing our friends and neighbors. We as a nation are not doing nearly enough. We wear the red ribbon to call for greater love and more action. We ask you, all of you watching, to wear the ribbon too.”
The nation responded, and not just in New York, San Francisco, and Los Angeles.
Yes, from the Oscars and People’s Choice Awards to beauty pageants and town halls, red ribbons became de rigueur fashion, but the ribbons weren’t just for celebrities. I flew home to visit family in a conservative state in 1994, surprised to see flight attendants, baggage handlers, bartenders, grocery-store cashiers, and even one cab driver wearing little red ribbons on their chests.
I didn’t yet grasp why they were important. Grief had traumatized me. Important activism had focused me. I didn’t look up to see the bigger picture: Americans everywhere were wearing their consciences over their hearts.
People who had been members of silent majorities were speaking up in daily public solidarity. Maybe they didn’t know much about HIV/AIDS. Maybe they would never do more than say, “We wear the red ribbon to call for greater love and more action.” But by making that silent daily statement, they normalized support, caring, and hope. They said no to hate and fear.
A wonderful history and a contemporary call to action from my buddy James Finn. Until very recently, I have been cynical about symbolic, sometimes "performative" gestures like these. Like a younger James, I was cynical because I'd seen so many people profess to carry certain values but then not live up to them. That's changing for me now.
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Colour in my dark side (Homelander x Goth!Reader)
Blame @blindmagdalena for this, ages ago we were discussing Homelander becoming attracted to a goth!Reader who is indifferent to him and this is what spawned. Enjoy!
It’s hellish hot.
The Con is swarming with people, and your all-black outfit isn’t helping at all. This is not your idea of a good time – it’s loud, bright, every fifth person stinks of B.O, and there’s always some kid shrieking somewhere and you’re hungry. Posters and clips of the Seven are playing everywhere – you’re sure if you did a three-hundred sixty degree spin, you’d be able to see a whole movie play out across the whole venue. Honestly, it’s too much. You’ve never really cared all that much about Supes, to be honest. Sure, saving people’s lives is admirable and they deserved every bit of credit and however much money one paid Supes for doing that. That all made sense.
But all this? The tacky clothing lines and toys and comics? The endless ad campaigns and shitty movies and TV shows? It was all just so much. You had no idea how any sane person could bear it, but then, you were pretty biased in that respect. And every one of the Seven except maybe Black Noir were so not your aesthetic – the cheesy grins and spangly suits made your eyes hurt.
So why are you here?
Because your friend Jen practically begged you to come with her. She’d had tickets for SupeCon for months. Apparently, her sister was originally going to come with her, but somewhere along the way, plans changed, things got confused and she couldn’t make it. Jen promised she didn’t expect you to pay for her sister’s ticket and that she’d treat you to lunch, just as long as she didn’t have to go alone. You’d dragged her to some weird events in your time, so you agreed, if slightly reluctantly.
But now you’re here, it’s exactly as bad as you thought it was going to be. And it’s about to get worse.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe the Seven are finally here!” Jen squeals and bounces up and down next to you, while you stand there watching her in befuddlement. No doubt you make an odd pair to anybody watching – she fits right in and you look like a crow amongst a flock of sparrows.
“I mean, yeah, they are scheduled to be.” You reply, in the most deadpan voice you can muster. Jen usually catches onto your sarcasm very quickly, you’ve perfected the art of saying it subtly, but today she’s too excited and it goes right over your head.
The Seven enter with screams of applause that makes you wince, wanting to clap your hands over your ears. Homelander is in the lead, of course, waving to the crowd and even giving a cheesy thumbs-up. Queen Maeve, A-Train, Black Noir and Starlight follow him, not as bombastic but each of them seem to have their fair share of fans too. You don’t know where The Deep is and it looks like they haven’t gotten around to replacing Translucent yet.
Jen is busy snapping pictures of them as they walk to their booths. Apparently there’s going to be a short Q&A later about whatever movie it is they’re supposed to be plugging at the moment. Apparently this one is a big deal because it’s the first one with Starlight in it, but Jen promised she wouldn’t make you stay for that, thank god.
“God, most people don’t look as good when you see them in person, but they’re all so good-looking!” Jen gushes, bouncing on her heels.
“I guess.” You offer neutrally, trying not to sound too critical because she’s here to have fun.
They look a little uncomfortable to you. Well, it’s hard to get any vibes from Black Noir, to be honest, but Maeve has a just-swallowed-a-lemon face and Starlight’s smile has a nervous edge to it. You read somewhere she used to be in beauty pageants as a kid and it shows when she’s in front of a crowd. A-Train and Homelander seem to be soaking in the attention, though, which doesn’t surprise you at all.
“Omg, hey, look this way!” Jen says, suddenly turning her phone the other way and leaning her head towards yours. “Picture!”
“Ugh, do we have to?” you ask, but you dutifully pose anyway, but you don’t smile. The flash stings your eyes and you blink, hard.
You blink several times, eyes watering a bit, but you manage to prevent them from leaking, which is good because you don’t want to fuck up your eyeliner. Now Jen is staring at the rapidly-forming queue, chewing her lip as she deliberates and you fish your phone out of your pocket and start scrolling through it, absent-mindedly.
“Fuck it, I’m going in.” she says, turning to you hopefully. “You wanna come? I know you don’t really like the Seven, but you could at least meet Black Noir yourself?”
"Yeah, I don't think so." you reply without looking up from your phone. "Standing in line for hours just so some Vought barbie doll can bare their teeth at me and give me an overpriced piece of junk with their name scrawled on it is not my idea of a good time."
What the fuck?
Okay, maybe that was a bit mean - the heat and hunger is making you snippy, but fortunately for you Jen doesn't mind when you're grouchy so she simply laughs at you.
"Say what you want, Morticia, but I'm going to catch 'em all!" she grins at you. "I can't wait to talk to Starlight, she's the only one of the Seven I don't have any hand-signed merch of yet!"
You glance over at where the girl in question is sitting. Homelander gets the end table, obviously, since they're saving the best for last and if there's an emergency, he needs to be able to get out quickly (he's been known to crash through roofs before, apparently, so he's right next to the emergency exit door), but Starlight's on the table next to his. Between all the other members of the Seven there's something fragile-looking about her, with her dainty white costume and the hair in soft blonde waves. You know that's not true; she has to be tough to have been let into the Seven at all.
But...for some reason you find yourself feeling sorry for her.
"She looks so young." is what you end up saying.
“Yeah, I guess? I just wish she’d ditch that hairband; I had one just like it in middle school,” Jen says, shrugging. “Still love her, though! I’m gonna go get in line now!”
You nod, not really paying attention anymore and glance around, wondering if you should bother buying a hotdog or something – can you last another couple of hours before Jen gets you lunch?
“Okay, I’m getting a slushie. Do you want one?”
She smiles and shakes her head, hitching the strap of her bag further up her shoulder.
“Nah, it’ll have melted by the time I’m finished getting autographs. Go on and listen to The Cure or something.”
“Fuck you,” you reply with a smirk and Jen laughs and trots off towards the back of the line, her hair swishing. You’re glad she drove here because she’s going to struggle walking anywhere with all the shit she’s buying.
The line is so long it’s snaking around the room, but the Seven are used to events like this so hopefully she should only be an hour or so. You sigh and dodge a family that nearly steamroll right over you, a mother and father arguing loudly while their kids whine and shriek behind them, the youngest one squeezing an A-Train toy that is already missing an eye. You make a disgusted face as you dodge them – you don’t want their gross sticky hands getting on your clothes.
After buying yourself a slushie that’s so big it’s slightly too large for you to hold one-handed, you dodge endless streams of people until you get to a wall and lean against it. You can’t see any chairs anywhere, which is a shame because your feet are really starting to hurt.
“Fuckin’ hell,” you mutter to yourself, stabbing your straw through the slushie and taking a long, refreshing gulp. A soft sigh leaves you; “Ah.”
At least it’s quieter over here. While you nurse your drink and distantly wish you’d brought a flask so you could put some alcohol in this (you feel like alcohol would make time go by quicker), you get this prickling feeling and glance up, wondering if Jen decided she was too tired to wait.
But no. It’s not her. Instead, Homelander is staring straight at you. At first you don’t register that he is, merely that he happened to glance up in your direction, but after a couple of seconds of his unwavering gaze, it occurs to you that he might actually be looking at you. You glance over your shoulder just in case and relax – there’s an enormous poster blown up to the size of a billboard on the wall a foot or so above your head. He must be staring at that.
Right?
A moment later some guy steps in front of him to get his comic book signed and you can’t see Homelander anymore. Realising you’re nearly finished with your drink, you jolt a bit in surprise – did you drink that really fast or did you just lose track of time for a bit?
Something else occurs to you as you slip away from your quiet spot by the wall and toss your drink.
You really, really want to smoke.
That sounds like a great idea, actually. It’ll get you out of this hellhole for a bit, give you a fix you need and there might be a wall or something to perch on and rest your aching feet. True, you’ll be out in the blazing hot sunshine in all black, but sacrifices must be made.
You send a quick text to Jen and disappear out of there – the venue is strictly no smoking but you’re pretty sure if you nip around the back, there won’t be a problem. You can guarantee some of the stall owners find somewhere to get a nicotine fix, running a stand in a crowded, noisy hellhole like this for nine hours straight.
What you don’t notice is eyes tracking you across the room, and you’ve already rounded the corner of the venue when Homelander stands up and claps his hands, announcing the Seven are taking a quick break and they’ll be right back to finish off the signing, folks!
Cheers and groans swell up in equal measure, but before anybody has any time to protest (though none of the Seven seem to mind this announcement), he’s already vanished through the emergency exit.
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Blissfully, you stretch your legs out as you have another suck on your vape. Your instincts were right on the money – you didn’t find a handy wall, but there’s a staff-only door with a couple of stairs that you’ve sat down on. If anybody comes outside, it’ll probably be people working for SupeCon and god knows they probably need a cigarette break more than you do.
Anyway, it’s not like there are any signs back here that say “No Smoking”. An implication is not a concrete rule.
"Smoking's bad for your health, you know."
You jolt and look around, even though you already know who that voice belongs to.
They say famous people always look smaller up close, but in Homelander's case it's the exact opposite. He looks bigger if anything, perhaps it's the way his cape sways importantly behind him or the eagle epaulettes give his silhouette a severe, angular look, but while a few minutes ago you were alone, now it's like you're in a crowded room all over again. You lower your vape.
What the hell is he doing back here? Somehow you don’t think Homelander wanted to get away for a quick nicotine fix before he returns to his adoring public. You stand up, not wanting to be stuck crouching on the steps while he looms over you.
"So." Homelander says, popping his lips. "Not to sound too forward, but I couldn't help but notice you earlier. You, ah, stick out a bit in there, even brooding over there by the wall."
"They do say that, yeah." you deadpan, rubbing your lips together where there's still a lingering taste of your flavoured smoke.
He's looking at you strangely - though Homelander is smiling, there's something flat about it, like it's just something he does while on standby. There's no genuine feeling behind it at all - it doesn't match the look in his eyes, and somehow despite the warm sunshine bearing down on you, suddenly you feel a little chilly. Perhaps he doesn’t appreciate jokes.
His eyes pointedly run down your outfit, and you glance down reflexively too - you're not the only person wearing black in there, but most of the people who are are the ones dripping in Black Noir merch. You're the only person you've seen who isn't wearing any colour or even a hint of Supe gear. Plus you were standing directly in Homelander's line of vision, even if you figured the hundreds of people inbetween you and him would be more than sufficient to hide you. And he'd been so busy dramatically signing every Homelander-related item shoved under his nose that the notion he'd bother noticing a single person in such a big crowd was honestly baffling to you.
Is he coming onto me?
Yeah, right. Homelander, the most baseball games and apple pie person in existence, the All-American boy himself, hitting on a random goth chick?
"Oh?" you reply, wondering where he was going with this.
He tilts his head, looking down at you and you're reminded of a bird of prey staring down a mouse. It makes you straighten your back - you're free to do what you want, and if you don't want to drink the Vought Kool-Aid everybody else here seems to have, what difference does it make to him? It's almost like he's offended there isn't one person here desperate to bask in his presence. It's not as if you've ever disliked Homelander (though he isn't helping his case presently), it's just none of this is you.
"Not a fan of Supes?" he asks lightly, but there's a mocking note in his voice that surprises you. Normally he sounds as rehearsed as those action figures of his. "Does saving lives bore you? Hm? Is that why you came here, to show us all how different and unique you are? Tickets aren't cheap - seems a lot of money for a normal person to spend on not caring."
"My friend asked me to come." you reply, a little defensively, which is ridiculous. Why should you feel the need to explain yourself to Homelander? It's none of his fucking business. "Look, it’s not that I didn’t get in line because I don’t think saving lives matters or anything, I just-“
“You just don’t want to talk to…what was it? Oh, right, a ‘Vought Barbie-doll bearing their teeth at you’?” Homelander says, and shame prickles your skin to have your own words thrown back at you. He steps a little closer and you can smell him – some fancy cologne that probably costs more than your entire outfit put together, plus a sort of woodsy smell like pine trees. You can’t even detect a hint of sweat – apparently sweating is below such beings.
You make a sound, a sort of scoff of disbelief. This can’t really be happening, can it?
“Look, I’m not…I never said I don’t think what you actually do is important. But this?” you wave a hand in the general direction of the Con. “All the pomp and circumstance? Yeah, not my scene.”
“Too bright for your dark tastes, huh?” Homelander says, and is it you or is his voice pitched a little lower than before? It sounds rougher for sure, like stone scraping against stone.
You press your lips together, because can’t think of anything to say to that. It’s pretty obvious he’s not going to be mollified and you’re not apologising to him – if he can’t let go of a little comment made by a total stranger, that’s his burden to bear. You just want to go home. So, you stuff your vape back into your pocket and turn to leave, blowing tutti-frutti flavoured smoke out of the corner of your mouth. You’re tired and hungry and you just want to get out of here and go to lunch.
Unfortunately for you, Homelander seems to have other ideas.
His hand suddenly shoots out and grabs your wrist, tugging your arm out straight, making you stumble forwards – he damn near yanks you right off your feet. He does it so fast you don't have time to react at first, then your eyes narrow in bewilderment.
"Hey-!" you protest, and try to squirm free, but his fingers lock around your wrist. It's like trying to pull your arm out of a steel door and the most insulting thing of all is that Homelander isn't really trying - it's like somebody effortlessly pinching the neck of a kitten to make them go limp. He looks calmer now that he’s caught you off guard, shooting you an amused little smirk. You go still.
"Looks like you're a fan of ink," Homelander says, his eyes tracing up and down the tattoos on your body. Distantly you remember that he has X-ray vision and heat surges to your cheeks - is he-?
But his next words make you go still.
"Since you didn’t have anything for me to sign…I suppose I can make do.”
Easily holding you still just by one arm, he tugs out a Sharpie that was apparently nestling against his hip, held there by his belt, and whips it out, tugging the cap off with his teeth. You catch a glimpse of the side of the pen - it's permanent ink.
"What the fuck-?!"
He ignores your protests, no doubt your squirms are so ineffectual to him you might as well be trying to break down a door with a feather, and he begins writing on you. He's careful not to accidentally tear your fragile skin with the force of the pen, but a shiver goes shooting down your arm as the chilly tip of the pen glides across your forearm, breaking out in goosebumps. You feel like you’re watching this happen from far away, somehow, disengaged from the situation now that you know you can’t run away.
It doesn't take long, only a few seconds, but for you those moments stretch on, elastic as a rubber band being pulled tight before someone releases it. When he's finished, he lets go and you jerk your arm back like it's been burned.
Homelander's autograph is still wet with ink, but already you can see the darker spots being absorbed into your skin - it takes up the entirety of your forearm, written in huge, looping scrawl. You can only stare at it in disbelief - how long is this going to take to wash off? Probably weeks, even if you do scrub it every day with soap or a body scrub or whatever the fuck else you might have to use to get rid of it. You look back up at Homelander, who has already put the pen away. He's grinning at you broadly now, but his fangs are bared and you want to step back from him. You only don't because there's a wall right behind you and you have the perverse thought that looking like you want to run away might excite him.
"You know, I always thought tattoos looked a little…trashy." Homelander confides with a smirk, and his eyes travel up and down the length of your body in a way that would be indecent even without knowing he can see straight through your clothes if he so pleases. "Especially on pretty girls like you, even if you hide it under all that. But I guess it's all about finding ones that suit you best, isn't it? Maybe you can get that made into a real one."
Your jaw drops at the absolute fucking gall. If it were anyone else you probably would have thrown hands with him right now, because who the fuck does he think he is?
But you already know that. He's The Homelander. The best-case scenario is you'd break your hand on him. Worst case?
You don't want to think about what the worst-case scenario might be. You might like dark things, but this is different.
“Well?” Homelander nudges and you continue to stare at him, bewildered. “Aren’t you going to say thank you?”
The air seems to shiver with tension and you nervously lick your lips, uncaring that you’re still wearing lipstick. You’re stalling and he knows it.
“Homelander!”
Before you can even begin to formulate some kind of reply that fulfills the requirements without actually having to say the words, a woman in an absolutely hideous pantsuit comes running up to him and he rolls his eyes, turning to her.
“For fuck’s sake, Ashley, what is it now?” he says, and if he hadn’t just forcefully scribbled all over your skin and demanded you thank him for it ten seconds ago.
You recognise an opportunity when you see one and take that moment to beat it, trying not to run, but in the end you can’t help it, holding your arm to your body like you’ve broken it. You know Homelander is watching you – you can feel his eyes on your back, but you don’t turn around.
As you hurry back entrance hall, you spot Jen, who is now laden down with bags of stuff.
“There you are!” she says. “God, my legs are aching from standing around, but I’m all done! I’m thinking Applebee’s…are you okay? You look a bit clammy.”
“Yeah,” you say, dropping your arm and pressing it to your side. The signature is big, but it’s on the inside of your arm. If you take care to keep it hidden under a booth or against your side, hopefully Jen won’t see it. You don’t feel like explaining how you got it. “Just hungry.”
“Same here. Come on, I think I parked in Bay C…”
You follow Jen out, silently sending up a thanks to whoever might be listening that she’s happy to leave now, that she doesn’t think to ask you any further questions. She’s in her little Supe bubble and you’re not going to pop it. Especially not if you know Homelander can hear you.
Especially if you know he might still be watching you.
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“Fuckin’ assholes.”
That was Homelander’s assessment of the day. Oh, he’d smiled for pictures, he’d signed the mass-produced bullshit people pushed at him and he’d answered questions about a silly movie he barely remembered making. Such trivialities that Vought deemed worthy of his time. But anything for the fans, right?
He popped the top off a carton of milk he had awaiting him in his apartment, not even bothering with a glass as he chugged the stuff down, cool and sweet and delicious against his parched throat. As he drank, the one spot of entertainment of the day floated to the surface of his mind.
Namely, the face of that little goth girl when he’d grabbed her arm, the way she immediately stilled when he started writing his name on her skin. For all the weary sighing and under-her-breath snark, there would be nothing she could do about his name branded across her skin like that. It would fade in time, of course, but he got a distinct fission of satisfaction knowing she’d be thinking of him, whether she wanted to or not, every time she looked down at it.
Even if she covered it with black clothes, they’d both know it was there. Like a little secret.
Lazily, almost absently, he started undoing the front of his suit, one-handed, fishing out his already hardening cock. Setting the milk aside, he braced himself against the wall as he started to jerk it in some frantic pumps of his hand, overcome with the memory of her, the whiff of her Vape and the hitching of breath when he touched her. Homelander moaned throatily and threw his head back, imagining how it might feel to put his name on the girl permanently, to ink himself on someone who thought they were o very removed from the world he inhabited – no, not inhabited – ruled. She was just as much something to amuse him as everyone else.
As few more frantic jerks made him come, a hot, pleasing flush after a long, boring day of pageantry and ennui.
“Fuck,” he muttered to himself, with a smile, lashes casting shadows across his cheeks with his eyes closed in bliss.
Perhaps there was something to be said about tattoos after all.
~
The water hisses as you scrub and scrub and scrub, foamy white bubbles dribbling down your arm and splashing back into the sink.
Nothing. The Homelander signature is still there, gleaming starkly in the dim lighting of your bathroom. You’ve been working away at it for hours now, but whatever pen he used is apparently an excellent quality one. You're just thankful Jen was too hyper from meeting her idols to notice you were suddenly doing everything one-handed.
But an idea comes to you as you stare resentfully at your reflection, gingerly patting your arm (which is sore now from hours of scrubbing and soaking it) – if you can’t get it off you and you’ll have to live with it for a couple of weeks, the best thing to do seems obvious.
Namely, improve it.
So you hurry into your room and start fishing through your desk drawers until you find it – another Sharpie, one you have ironically brought to gigs with you before for bands to sign if you can get them alone for a minute. But it will serve another purpose tonight.
Tugging the cap off with your teeth, you lie your arm flat on your desk and hover the pen over Homelander’s name.
Very carefully you make your adjustment, grinning around the cap as you do.
A second later and it’s done. The word Homelander is still there – except that the ‘m’ is blocked out with a black star, so now it actually reads “Ho★elander.”
“How’s that one for trashy, asshole?” you mutter to yourself, a surge of petty glee rising up in you like sap oozing forth from a tree, savagely pleased with your handiwork.
As you flop onto your bed, a line pops into your head, and despite what a long, bizarre day it’s been, you laugh and say out loud;
“I went to SupeCon, and all I got was this lousy autograph.”
#Homelander x Reader#Homelander x You#Blogging#Writings#The Boys (2019)#Homelander being Homelander#Mild smut
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Episode 19 season 2
AND WE'RE FINALLY BACK!
It's been a long wait, but we finally have Kacy back, so let's get started.
"That's my girlfriend."
We're starting off strong, I'm always going to love watching them be cute and cheesy at work, I love the way they act like two teenagers when they say something cute to each other 🤭
And I love the way Lucy knew Kate wasn't talking about it being her who had applied for the NASA program and immediately looks at her wondering if it wasn't either of them, then who
And can we talk for a moment about the fact that Kate BOUGHT A BOARD FOR LUCY TO SURF TOGETHER?
This means that Lucy has been going with her and is slowly getting more and more comfortable in the water, so much so that Kate considers that she is ready for the waves 🥺
And I love that Kate said it at a time when she knew Lucy was distracted, it seemed like she'd been wanting to say it for days and at that moment she saw the opportunity and took it 🤭
"I thought my pronunciation was right."
"I have no way to know."
Which means she was just messing with her or making sure that she was paying attention 😅
One of my favorite things is how Kate has been getting comfortable in the NCIS office, in season 1 she did it only when no one else was there and she was waiting exclusively for Lucy, but this season we've seen her feel more free even if Lucy isn't there. The way she casually just sat next to Lucy at her desk made me think of that
"Save the dirty talk for home, would you?"
I read on twitter that most likely Lucy looked away after that comment because she knew if she saw Kate for one more second she wasn't going to be able to control herself and was going to need to kiss her and I totally agree
My blondie felt scared as soon as she heard Lucy ask the question of what her dream was as a little girl 😭
She couldn't even convince herself that being an agent was her dream as a little girl, no one dreams that!
My poor baby really didn't want to talk about it 🥺 I think maybe she considered it a shameful thing for being too "shallow" but I know she would have been the best in beauty pageants 🥰
This one because I just couldn't leave out Lucy not being able to take her eyes off Kate 👀🤭
1/2 Episode 19
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i don’t know why but that last picture you posted makes me think of ex!pageant johnny who did beauty pageants when he was a kid/teenager (maybe because of his mom? or because of sid?) and now is super disillusioned with them and kind of doesn’t want to talk about them UNTIL he has to because (maybe) sam? gets into the idea of winning the valley pageant (probably to maybe make a statement about it and johnny kind of is into that idea too) and he starts training her for it and anyway this is my long way of saying i think daniel should witness johnny doing pageant training and lose his mind
- landslided
So, I don’t know if any of you have seen Insatiable but that is what popped up in my mind
It’s about a girl (Debby Ryan) who used to be a big girl and lost weight after surgery (I think) and becomes “hot”. Her lawyer was an ex pageant coach who shows her how to do everything.
(Spoiler) he was lifelong rivals with this one dude for in the show before it was revealed the rival had secretly been in love with him the whole time and they make out in a bathroom BUT I do not care for an AU of this because I much prefer Johnny being an ex pageant queen beauty who helps his non-blood daughter and they bond (instead of everything Patty does to her coach YIKES.)
Johnny shows her everything he can remember—including the tips he got from the beauty queens around him despite not having the opportunity to use most of said tips.
Dark lipstick makes your teeth look whiter. Double sided tape and safety pins are your best friend. Don’t forget your rollers. The higher the heel the longer the leg but the harder it is to have the perfect walk.
One foot in front of the other, good posture, delicate hands, big smile for the judges.
It’s all a performance that you have to be great at or you have no chance at winning.
He usually wore suits as what was expected of him, sometimes themed outfits depending. He would have liked to get to wear all the pretty dresses the girls wore to see if he’d win that competition too. He is, after all, extremely competitive.
He put on some high heels to be silly once when he was cozying up to the judges before the pageant began and got told it was a shame he wasn’t a girl because otherwise he would have been snatched up by a big agency with those perfect visuals.
It pissed him off that he couldn’t do everything.
The creeps that ran the pageants and the annoyance of guys at school teasing him for his forced girly hobby had him bitter and over all of it. The sashes and dainty trophies fit beautifully next to his All-Valley trophy, but had to go. (he couldn’t bring himself to throw them away. It’d be like throwing away his accomplishments. They’re somewhere buried in a box.)
But when Sam brought it up, Johnny jumped to offer his help—cutting off Daniel’s pondering over where they’d find a coach.
Sure, Johnny had to explain to about 4 adults and 12 or so kids that he was in beauty pageants but it only dampened his excitement a little.
Daniel was…really interested in watching him demonstrate for Sam. Really interested—enamored.
He can’t believe Johnny knows nothing about makeup! No wonder his hair was always styled.
Poor Sam had to learn to strut in a room filled with tension between her dad and coach so thick you could cook it in the microwave
Johnny was all “Impress Daniel. Impress Daniel. Impress Daniel” in his mind and Sam rolled her eyes so many times they hurt.
Watching Sam thrive and use her beauty to her advantage was a gift for Johnny. He knows she’s had trouble with people not taking her seriously for it and it genuinely made his heart ache with understanding -he’s also had issues his looks. ‘Pretty boy’ always seemed to be a way of pushing him down.
They don’t let her karate skills go to waste. There are so many things she could do as a talent that it was hard to pick, but they settled for the ice chopping that she knew would make her father happy as a surprise. (idk if they would actually allow that, but that would never stop Johnny or her lol.)
cough cough catch Daniel smitten with the man that helped his daughter and kissing him in the dressing rooms after she wins. Anyone that makes his little girl that proud of herself is a goodie in his book. And MAYBE Johnny had been feeding Sam advice on how to get the angry blond girl so very similar to him and Sam’s ALSO kissed silly in a dressing room until Tory’s face is stained with all her makeup.
#Sorry for the late reply I have a lot of excuses#I am so sorry#i know nothing about pageants#I’m playing#tw weighloss#johnny lawrence#sam larusso
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I wanna give you my fav KHR BNHA xovers. There are some concepts in there that I think will give you some good ideas.
Role Model by Luki (KelpieCodyne)
Xanxus is stuck in Endeavor's body precanon for a little bit and he corrupts/helps Touya.
Out of this World by Luki (KelpieCodyne)
Series of the 10th Gen ditching the Mafia by running to another dimension. Feat. BNHA and Pokémon. Hibari is only in the Pokémon world
Youth by TitleUnwanted
Inspired by KHR, Hatsume makes her own 10 Yr Bazooka. It doesn't quite work right. But. 1-A gets to enjoy 5 yr old Izu.
in your eyes i see (a world so wild and free) by Zakyuu
On Hiatus but very good premise. Immortal Tsuna is Izu's dad. He frets that his son is Quirkless in a world of Quirks. Izu's worried about how to explain that his dad is a Mafia Don without getting anyone arrested. Inspired by Lying is Bad for the Soul by Hayato (TheLennyBunny), where Giotto is immortal and falls for Nana... after Iemitsu. Tsuna is Gio's son.
curiosity kills the cat (but satisfaction brought it back) by bonesetblues
Tsuna is stuck in the BNHA world in the body of a cat. Tsuna takes back all the jokes he might have made about Reborn. This is awful.
Unbound by Sky by Quess
Even ten years later Tsuna manages to get pulled into some time travel shenanigans—courtesy of Lady luck giving him the middle finger. Maybe someone should tell Shoichi and Spanner that you shouldn't leave a portal to another world open while guests are in their lab.
Featuring the young Todoroki siblings and Tsuna taking care of these kids because goddamn they need a mentally stable adult that won't take shit from a man-child projecting harder than a child beauty pageant mom.
The Vigilante Boss and His Failed Retirement Plan by Fey_StoryTeller
It supposed to be a joke, a drastic one where Izuku faked following Katchan's advice to take a leapt of faith. Then the fence on rooftop gave up on him, dying with tons of regret awaken the sleeping sky in his soul. Reminding Izuku that he was supposed to be on retirement for life and the next one- which is this one.
Unfortunately, Hyper Intuition was a bitch to deal with in a world of hero and villain, and he thought he could take advantage of the abundant human resource of heroism in this world. You'd think the world doesn't need more heroes or a Vongola.
old light still slants through by lunarctus (nex_et_nox)
I don’t want to die! Izuku screams in that underpass, drowning under the sludge villain.
Why don’t you let me help you with that? says a voice in the back of his head.
Izuku doesn't have a Quirk.
What he has is good instincts, unexplainable nightmares he can't remember, and a cat named Natsu.
My absolute favorite! Uncompleted, hasn't been updated in a while, but so amazing.
Renew by readerdreamer5625
Oneshots about what happens when 4 yr Izu meets Reborn in his dreams and the consequences of that.
So amazing, it made my brain explode with ideas, because author was so right about Sun Flames. Please read this, Ray, it'll spark ideas, I'm sure.
Alaudidae by AmbroiseFrambroise
As a Quirkless boy, the son of Hibari Hisashi and his wife Inko should be weak, right ?
Wrong. Hibari Kyoya is reborn in a strange world where people are just herbivorious as ever, but with powers. He promply decides to be a hero to be able to legaly beat up strongs opponents and restore Order.
Good Luck, UA and the world. You're going to need it.
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if you had to punt exactly one playable persona character into the sun, who would it be and why?
i have to pick just one? aww...
well, i classify my urge to punt someone as how much i hate and despise and fucking loathe them. but my reasoning behind hating a character is based on multiple factors;
do they have/learn good skills/abilities?
are they well written in the story?
are they well written in their social link?
writing aside, do i like them as a person?
now, the only games i have played out of the persona series are 4 & 5(NOT ROYAL). i read the p1 manga and am only watching playthroughs of the game, so i am not at all in any place to cast judgement on those guys, nor do one of those factors even apply to them... so that already narrows it down a whole bunch. i would never punt a single p1 character. they're all great (except maybe kei just for the 4th one) (but he's great. i love him. i think about him and get sad)
and i'm also eliminating the protagonists for obvious reasons, so we've already disqualified 11 characters. and with that out of the way, we can officially begin...
PERSONA'S PERILOUS PLAY OF PUNTING POTENTIAL!!!! (contains spoilers)
every character will be able to score out of 3 in each factor, and the one with the least amount of points wins the game as the Most Puntable. it's kind of like golf, which is funny, because i also want to punt golf players into the sun.
our first contestant is YOSUKE HANAMURAAAA
now, i was going to grab a fun little image of him to provide this post with visuals but i always forget that 90% of his search results on google are. uh. hm.
well, this is our situation. can i give him a pity point for that?
for number one, i can say...... 3/3. he was ALWAYS on my team during the whole game and i built him up well. like i was raising a son... sniffle... they grow up so fast...
i have to admit, it was a little annoying when he kept missing crits on the golden hand but is that his fault? no-hohohoooooo, it's merely a turn of fate... (and his fault. fuckyouyosukefuckyoufuckyougaaaah)
for number 2, i rate it 2. he's an ooooookay character in the main story, a lot of his harassment of the girls and kanji really tick me off and there's literally no good explanation as for why he does that other than just being an asshole, but. i guess being an asshole is just part of his personality.........?
EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT THERE SHOULD BE GREATER CONSEQUENCES FOR HIS ACTIONS BECAUSE COMMUNICATING THE IDEA THAT BAD PEOPLE GET OFF SCOT-FREE IS TERRIBLE FOR A NUMBER OF REASONS. i don't give 2 shits about fanservice as a whole (in regards to harassing the girls, not the homophobia, that's just annoying) but can we stop making the grounds for it being sexual harassment
number 3 gets a 3! his social link is AMAZING and i CRIED and hes GAY and LOVES HIS FRIENDS!!!!!! if i wanted to do a character analysis on him then i would write a different post, but this is me trying to figure out who i would punt into the sun. so. moving on
number 4......... 1/3. for the previous points in number 2, he is an absolute dickhead and no amount of people-pleasing habits and homoerotic chemistry will make me like him. every person who is mean to him is right.
oh boy, just yosuke's section was reaaaaaaaaaally long... i'll try and shorten it for you, okay?
up next is chie satonaka, my personal favourite persona 4 girl if that sets the baseline for anything.
look at her :] she's so silly :]
for number one, i'm sadly going to have to rate her below 3... like. 1.5? is that allowed? i'll say it is.
she's the party member equivalent of a burner phone. unlike yosuke who's by my side forever and ever, chie is only good until teddie gets a persona and then she's so publicly humiliated that she accidentally misses every single hit. galactic punt YOURSELF MOTHERFUUUUUUUUUCK
number 2, 3/3. no explanation needed, literally just her shadow boss fight and the beauty pageant and her friendship with yukiko and her everything.
number 3... also 3/3. a lot of people give her flack for deciding she wants to be a cop, which i get because acab fuck yeah, but where adachi is a cop just to get attention and a gun, she actually intends to protect people. chie learns to help herself so she can help others... augh... AUGH CHIE I LOVE YOUUUUUU
ahem. number 4, 2/3. she's definitely a sweetheart and she seems fun to be around but i have to admit she's definitely a little annoying sometimes.
and now it's time for chie's bestest friend ever, yukiko amagi!!
she gets a pity point for being a lesbian... not just a lesbian but one having a crush on a straight girl. we've all been there hunny bun. let's watch romcoms and eat ice cream together while crying ok?
number 1..... 3/3 fuck yeah my main healer always coming in clutch!!! after a certain point she stops being the main fire user and the player is supposed to take that role but then she has KICKASS HEALING ABILITIES!! support characters are always my favourites (which might foreshadow my rating for haru.......)
1/3 for number 2. that might sound harsh, but! but but but!
they kind of sucked the life out of her after her dungeon. the only real defining personality traits she has are in her social link, which is unfortunate because so many people hate it!
i don't hate yukiko. never
3 gets a 3. it's a good story actually, and like i said it helps me see yukiko as. like. a person. and a lot of people say it's bad writing that her story ends with her deciding she wants to manage the inn, but let me put a lot of emphasis on 'deciding'. she chose that path for herself after being told she was allowed to do what she likes, and y'know what? i don't think that's bad!
nobody likes being forced to do something. i know i struggled a lot with doing homework because i always felt trapped in those deadlines and expectations, but i didn't just give up on school. improving my grades was my own choice, and i realized that i had potential to change myself despite my situation and succeed! that's what yukiko's social link is about. not giving in to other people's expectations, but thriving in the environment you're given...
i just said i wanted to shorten everything and now i'm ranting. always number 4 is a 3/3 she's literally just a girl and her laughing thing is cute idgaf.
KANJI TATSUMIIIIIIIII
subtracting a point for those shoes. get out.
number 1 is a 2/3. he was cool, but nobody ever compares to yosuke. i mainly used him for his physical skills rather than magic because yu took that role very easily, and when paired with teddie or yukiko he's just a boss. but he's not my favourite party member in the world
number 2, i'll be blunt, 1/3. WHAT THE FUCK DID THEY DO TO YOU MAN. we all saw how yosuke and everyone else and the whole damn story treated him. we all saw the line where he asked naoto to be femme so they could "make him a man". shut the fuck upppppp
number 3 is his saving grace. i know some people don't like that they never elaborated on the sexuality thing (or the... sexism..??) and i get that, having a character who's canonically mspec but only vaguely mentions it once and never again is really annoying and a half-assed attempt at representation. though i interpret his reconciliation with his sewing hobby, an aspect of him that everyone thinks is unmanly and should be shamed, as a metaphor for his own sexuality. similar to daisuke and soccer being a stand-in for his anxiety around romance and girls. in that case, it's a 3/3.
(plus there's the line "it's so cute it'll give you diabetes" and... kanji... *facepalm*)
number 4. he's cutie. a little weird, but cutie. 2/3
and now, a girl who needs no introduction.
god my feelings for her are as mixed as my auntie's desert lasagna. ("let's mix it up," she says...)
i don't have anything against the navigators. they're pretty good. i say 3/3.
however i hate rise's writing. -4/3. negative numbers are cheating? I DON'T CARE!!
her dungeon is a STRONG start to her character, like with everyone else. i love rise reconciling with the fact that there is no "real me" and everyone has different sides of themselves that they need to make it through life... and the fact that it ties in with teddie's conflict of feeling hollow, like an alien or an impostor only pretending to be alive........ oh my god! hiiiiii!!!!! love it!
and then rise's main bit in the story is crushing on the protagonist.......... sigh.
i really really REALLY hate that about her actually. i really hate forced romances. and before you go calling me a hypocrite for liking souyo and not yurise even though souyo has the exact same amount of flirty moments between them, that's because those two are really subtle with each other and have a really good initial friendship to back it up and also ties in with their actual personalities.......???? (we can debate forever and ever if yu has a personality but i say he does. he's consistently portrayed in other adaptations and spinoffs. he's got so much in common with yosuke)
but rise just kind of sees yu and goes "hey handsome. killing shadows all by yourself?" and it's like eeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhh.... 90% of the time she's on screen it's to flirt with yu and the other 10% is serious moments or when she's with anyone but yu. there's no moments where she gets to be casual and friendly with HIM, where we get to see DEPTH to their relationship, it's just purely flirting. and i hate that. so much. is this a one-night stand? no? then give me some actual fucking chemistry
and i feel like all of that smushing-dolls-together time takes away from a lot of genuine scenes with rise where she....... yk.... shows off her personality?
the hot springs and the trip to tatsumi port island are held dearly in my heart because rise DOES SHIT. she's silly and goofy and playful and maybe she says some stuff that's a little perverted but it's not to the yosuke degree. i like the idea that rise flirts with ALL of her friends, not just yu; it makes her feel like she's really part of the friend group, which is the investigation team's strongest suit.
rise and yukiko both have any personality ripped from them in favour of dumb bits that aren't even funny and that post of mine analyzing their dynamic during the school field trip is so everything guys they're so great as a duo i need to see more of them pleapelpslepalpelspes.......
...whoops. i ranted.
number 3 gets a 2/3. it's kind of just a rehash of what she learned in the main story, which is fine, but not ideal.
rise as a person is 3/3. absolute silliness all around. love her
KUMA KUMA KUMAAAAA
look at this fucking guy. ridiculous. i hate him. he's so annoying and dumb and he sucks
3/3 on party member he's totally goated
3/3 on main story he makes me feel the whole spectrum of emotions and then some
his social link is automated so technically thats a 3/3 too
3/3 person he might be an annoying little shit but i have 2 younger cousins. i understand yosuke. it's endearing to me
teddie is peak. i would never punt him.
now............to.
entirely honest, i'm on my second persona 4 playthrough to complete the social links i never finished and... naoto is one of those. so i will be unable to determine the rating for one of the factors. but luckily i'm not shit at math so it'll work out in the end
for 1...... honestly they're a good party member as well, but because i didn't get very far in their social link, i didn't unlock that ability where she's able to withstand a deadly blow meaning he would just be constantly dying. like. constantly.
but that's kind of the only thing i like about naoto. i have to rate their main storyline a 1/3. it's absolutely shit and the gender plottwist (ughh) is so badly done. i'm personally thinking up a rewrite for his character because i think they were onto something with the message about misogyny in the workplace but she's so SHITTILY executed that it's just muddied
naoto as a person is..... ok. 2/3. i don't find many things about her that exceptional or fun. i don't think about them often. if this were my rewrite of him it'd be waaaay deep down in the negatives because they are an ASSHOLE but i love them way more :3
and next is ryu.............uh........ actually, this is way too long. much too long than you probably anticipated... um... maybe i'll cut it short, make a part 2 later.
until next time........ on PERSONA'S PERILOUS PLAY OF PUNTING POTENTIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!
#persona 4#yosuke hanamura#chie satonaka#yukiko amagi#kanji tatsumi#rise kujikawa#p4 teddie#naoto shirogane#koto.txt
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imagine ur some french guy who got dumped by unknown colombian woman and now ur living ur khaki life on the coast of cartagena and ur friend catalina comes down to work on colombia's beauty pageant and brings with her a severely depressed assistant with enormous glasses and gelled down bangs. and ur friend is like 'hey help me cheer my assistant up she's going through it' and ur like 'okay sure whatever' and as pageant week continues u discover that ur friend's assistant has a forehead and giant eyes and damn she's cute actually. u and her are getting along great. yeah u tried to kiss her and she rejected u but it's probably bc she's just shy. pageant week ends and she leaves but she'll probably call u right? weeks go by and ur channel surfing on ur tv by the beach and u see her--ur friend's newly beautiful assistant only she's not an assistant anymore. she's launching a fashion line on tv with all sorts of famous ppl around her. u thought she was a beach girl and that she wasn't really into fashion. that's so weird.
anyway, u call ur friend and ask about her now beautiful Not assistant anymore friend and u learn she's president of some company you've never heard of and that its not a permanent job and ur like oh?? suddenly u remember ur business plan with some other ppl about colonizing the cartagena coastline with some chain restaurants and ur like like 'well.....before i waste money on putting a job ad in the Colombian Times i may as well....offer a managing job to a woman who already has a job that i only knew for 1 week but when u get to this company that youve never heard of until two days ago (bc u didnt call the woman u wanted to see ahead of time) u catch her by surprise when she's yelling at an employee. these polluted, busy cities, u think--they always change u : ( but not to worry! u offer a beach life job to this woman ur pretty sure u know well, of course u tell her she wont be getting paid the same as she is now as president of a company. but its okay bc the cost living is different at the beach <3 but when u mention her previous employer in a negative way her giant eyes get darker and she kind of looks at u funny.
u try to distract her by describing the ocean again. then u drive her car to her house to meet her parents bc that's a normal thing to do with a woman youve known for a week. her parents like u and u think all u need is one dinner to close the deal. but right as ur both about to drink the mai tai u made her order, her old boss shows up and sits next to her. and ur very confused. her old boss starts talking about ur job offer and how it's wonderful and ur like 'well yeah' but then he starts talking about the company and how much company loves her and how much the company needs her and ur like 'oh??? Oh'. and then u think to urself--'maybe i should have put an ad in the paper' bc it looks like someone's already in the boss\employee fall in love trope and its def not u. ur date-not-date is ruined even tho she tells u she does want ur low paying job. weeks go by and ur colonizing chain restaurant friends have already hired someone for the position u were offering to some woman u only knew a week but bc u like to suffer, u call her and she's like 'michel?? oh hey. no i wont be taking ur job offer. but thank u for thinking of me. sorry, i cant talk right now, im on my way to a dress fitting. ciao. 'dress fitting? must be busy with another fashion launch'. she never calls u back. oh well. at least u have those free ocean sounds.
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MULTIMUSE QUESTIONAIRE
Tagged by: @e-m-p-error
RULES: Answer the questions with the Muses that would best fit the answers. Bonus if you give details why. If tagged, copy and paste into a new post – DO NOT REBLOG!
1) Rank your softest Muse and your toughest Muse. (Personality-wise)
My softest muse personality wise is a three way tie between Blair, Charlie & Molly
Toughest muse personality wise? TBH, either Blitz or Striker.
2) Which Muse would blow through $1000 quickly?
Cash. Let's be real here, Cash is the weakest link in this pile, he'd easily blow through it in one evening on stuff that would help only him.
3) Do any of them have nicknames? Is there a meaning behind them?
Honestly, yeah, a handful of them! Aside from the obvious nicknames for the muses out there,
Blair has a nickname from Cash that she hates, but she lets him say it anyway. She hates being called Sunshine, but still.
4) Are any of them up-to-speed on the latest trends? Anyone more old school?
Vox, Valentino, Fizz, Angel. They're the ones up to date on things.
Blair, Blitz, Striker are mid mainly because they just use it to stalk. Yes. Blitz & Blair stalk. Though Blair's is more innocently on for her brother's well being.
5) Who has the best relationship with their siblings?
Does semi-good relationship count as something? Fuck. Welp. -skips to the next one-
6) Karaoke night! Who is likely to grab the mic first and bust out a tune?
Chaz, Fizz, Ozzie & Maybe Moxxie if he was up to it!
7) Who is least likely to enter a beauty pageant/model?
Blair. You'd think she would with working at Ozzie's, but hah, no. She does like to dress up, but not for that. She likes to keep as much attention away from her with those big events.
8) If your Muses visited a haunted house where actors scare you, who would panic and who would be unfazed?
Easiest to scare: Ambrose, Blair, Charlie, Chaz, Moxxie & Travis
Unfazed: Adam, Alesio, Alastor, Angel Dust, Ozzie, Blitz, Cash, Cherri, Crimson, Fizz, Mammon, Molly, Paimon, Rocky, Striker, Valentino & Vox
9) Are any of your Muses particular about taking certain modes of transportation?
Ambrose prefers to drive. He just gets uncomfortable when he has to be driven around for some weird reason we haven't figured out yet. It's a tick of his.
Alesio likes to drive as well.
Rocky's the only one who prefers walking because he's not about to break any vehicles & Striker has Bombproof.
10) Share a little-known fact about any Muse.
Mammon actually cares. Probably not a little known fact, but he's like Adam when it comes to love. He just - struggles talking through feelings.
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I Kissed Shara Wheeler and Taylor (also did rwrb, one last stop is next)
Chloe Argumentative, antithetical dream girl / You’re a bandit like me / And it’s all good if you’re bad, and it’s okay if you’re mad / Takes one to know one / Thought I had reason to attack / Maybe I’m just a girl on a mission / Asked me what I learnt from all those years / I don’t like slow motion double vision in a rose blush / I'm ready for combat, I say I don't want that, what if I do? / No more keeping score, now I just keep you warm Green
Shara A pathological people pleaser / To make them love me and make it seem effortless / I’m still trying everything to keep you looking at me / Confess my truth in swooping, sloping, cursive letters / She's not a saint, and she's not what you think, she's an actress / My reputation’s never been worse so, you must like me for me / My town was a wasteland, full of cages, full of fences, pageant queens and big pretenders / I laid the groundwork, and then just like clockwork, the dominoes cascaded in a line / Don’t pretend it’s such a mystery / I had a marvelous time ruining everything Wheeler
Rory Can’t you see than I’m the one who understands you? Been here all along / I’ve been the archer, I’ve been the prey / “Oh my god, she’s insane, she wrote a song about me” / I’ll stare directly at the sun but never into the mirror / He's the song in the car I keep singin', don't know why I do / This place’s too crowded, too many cool kids / All those other girls, well they’re beautiful, but would they write a song for you? / When the truth is like a stranger hits you right between the eyes / Don’t need another metaphor, it’s simple enough / Put the money in the bag and I stole the keys Heron
Smith Hey Stephen / They all wanna be ya, but are you still the same soul I met under the bleachers? / And my so-called friends, they don’t know / Through it all nobody gets me like you do / And at every table, I’ll save you a seat / Is it cool than I said all that? / You can feel it on the way home / I still got love for you / And it always leads to you, in my hometown / I’d tell you I miss you but I don’t know how Parker
Georgia I want auroras and sad prose / I’m so in love than I might stop breathing / And I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve / My hands shake, I’m not usually this way / Every dead-end street brought you straight to me / Now I read all of the books beside your bed / I wrote a poem, you say “What a mind” / I can’t stop you putting roots in my dream land / On the outside looking in / I believe in what I feel, I've always been the same girl Neale
The rwrb one:
#iksw#i kissed shara wheeler#shara wheeler#chloe green#casey mcquiston#rory heron#smith parker#georgia neale
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The Bodyguard (Loki x Female reader) (Au) (18+)
Read Chapter 3 here // Series Masterlist
Chapter 4
Summary : Loki tries to take his mind off you but it's impossible when you're all he sees all the time.
Warning : Harsh language, mention of neglect and abuse, physical abuse, Unhealthy Eating Patterns, Reader is skinny but strong, implied smut.
Loki didn't stop you when you abruptly got up and stormed out of his room, it wasn't his place to do so. He shouldn't even have fed you with his own hands like a mamabear but he couldn't help it. Now that he thought about it he hardly ever saw you eating in the last two days, even during the flight, you just had fruit juices and half a sandwich.
"Trouble, she's a trouble, she's a job, stop thinking about her and focus on Paris"
He mumbled to himself while he finished his dinner, then he brushed his teeth, and sprawled down on his bed. He wanted to get a few hours of sleep before he'd have to wait on hands and toes for you next morning.
You went back to your room and smashed a vase or two, how dare he feed you as if he cared about you? Nobody did but he had the damn audacity to pretend. Who the hell did he think he was? Just a Bodyguard, that's all he'll ever be.
You took out your frustration on one more vase before you decided to sleep.
Next day when you woke up, you got ready to get to the gym, you had one at your dad's house but then it had everything and you'd never step a foot out of the house if you were doing everything here. You stepped on the weight scale and it was two pounds over where you needed it to be, you were supposed to judge a beauty pageant next week, courtesy of your dad and you had to be in your best shape for the appearance purposes. Maybe cutting down on all that alcohol will help.
As you opened the door, Loki was already waiting for you.
"Do you live in this suit?" You chuckled and he followed you. You had a black tracksuit on, huge sunglasses on your face while you had the duffle bag hanging delicately in the crook of your elbow.
"Where are we off to Miss?" He asked you once you two stepped out of the mansion, he placed his palm on the small of your back and surveyed his surroundings like a hawk. Now that you looked at him he indeed looked like a hawk.
"Gym, Thor Odinson's gym, The Vikings, ever been there?" You asked him and he shrugged. Of all the places in the world it had to be Thor's gym. You got inside the car as he opened the door for you, then he strutted towards the other side and sat next to you.
"Aren't you supposed to sit in the front, Mister Hotshot?"
"No mam, I am your personal bodyguard and I'm supposed to be in close proximity at all times" you smirked and scooted closer to him.
"Oooh how close, should I sit on your lap?" You pulled your glasses off and he rolled his eyes before he scooted away from you.
"What are we waiting for?" He asked the driver and the driver looked at you
"Ahhh my drink, my assistant Wanda is bringing my coffee, would you like one too?" You asked him and he shook his head. You put your glasses back on and soon Wanda came running so you pulled the window down and grabbed it. As soon as you took a sip you groaned
"Wanda, does it have sugar? I specified three times..no sugar" you could see that she was starting to freak out so you gave the drink back to her. He scrunched his forehead at the attitude. Daddy's little Princess.
"Let's go Adrian"
You ordered your driver and the car started moving, there was a security team ahead of you in a vehicle and another one following behind you. As soon as you reached the gym you started to workout and you could see the other girls eyeing your hot bodyguard as if they wanted to eat him.
Your eyes met with Loki from the mirror view and he quickly looked the other way. You knew he was checking you out, you have worked very hard to get this body, especially since your mama really spoiled you as a kid. Once a foodie always a foodie but it wasn't good for your dad's image, god forbid if he had an overweight daughter.
You sent a text to Thor, he was your personal trainer. Thor Odinson, three times UFC champion was your trainer, your dad literally could afford everything except the one thing you needed the most. Thor was out on a trip so after thirty minutes on the treadmill you made your way towards the weight section.
"Hey spot me, my trainer isn't here"
You told Loki and he stood behind while you prepared yourself to lift in front of the squat rack.
Loki was impressed, you were lifting above your weight and he was surprised that the fragile princess was even into weightlifting. You didn't stop there, you did three sets of deadlifts, then hamstring curls, after that you did hip thrusts, he had to look away because the movement seemed obscene and he was starting to get really bad thoughts about his client.
"90 kgs? That is impressive" he mumbled so you smiled at him, your breaths were heavy from the exertion.
"Mmm so 200 lbs is 90 kilograms? Good to know..by the way I'm just warming up " You mumbled while you rested between sets and he chuckled.
Once you were done you took a shower and he didn't allow anyone to go in while you were in there. You upped the weight today and you knew your muscles will be sore tomorrow.
After showering you changed into the jeans and simple black tee you got with you and he again stuck to you like bees on honey. You did want him to stick on you, but in entirely different ways. After gym you made him spin circles around you as he tried to keep up with your window shopping. One dress, you needed one dress but it took you 4 hours as you moved from one high end expensive store to another. He scoffed, rolled his eyes and that only made you want to irk him further.
You have changed a million times already, you kept showing him the dress as you twirled around for him, there was a hint of childish innocence radiating off you that he only saw in moments like these. He didn't want to gawk but then he did find you pleasing to look at, you finally decided on a simple white party dress that he never would have picked for you.
"What is the price of this dress?" You asked Sandy, she always attended you in the Prada store, she looked at the tag as soon as she heard you.
"8k mam"
"Ahhh bill it for 10k like you always do and I want the return in cash" Loki chuckled as you said that.
As she left to get the dress billed you crossed your arms.
"What's so funny?"
"Stealing from your own father? Very classy of you Miss y/n" you walked closer to him as he was sitting on the couch. You placed your palms on the head of the couch right next to his own head and leaned into him.
"Says the one who charges three times more than he should from the same man"
"At Least I work, you're just a spoiled little princess wasting her daddy's hard earned money" you bit on your cheeks at the remark.
"And you're just a glorified pathetic security guard, stay in your line" he smirked so you pulled away from him. He wasn't wrong though. You were stealing off him.
Once you got the dress you went back to the mansion, there was a horde of people coming in and out of your room as they did your hair and makeup so he stayed in the room with you and only stepped out once you had to change. Not that you wouldn't do it in front of him, once you were all prepped he walked you to the party in the lounge. He stayed around you and didn't let you get out of his sight. There was a man in the party and he kept looking at you, then a few minutes later he grabbed your hand and you took him back to your room.
He had to follow you and stand outside your room while you moaned like a whore. The uncomfortable bulge in his trousers made him groan internally, he wanted to disappear but he couldn't. Luckily that man didn't take long so you decided to go back to the party, then he saw Paris, she was serving drinks to the guests so he smiled cheekily and she returned it.
Yes, he should focus on her, she wouldn't get him in trouble.
"Hello beautiful" he mumbled as she walked towards him and she blushed, her rosy cheeks and soft lips made him want to kiss her. It's been a long time since he has felt a feminine touch. A full week.
"Hello sir, are you enjoying your stay here?" She winked at him and he chuckled
"I enjoy being addressed that way only in certain situations darling and it's hell but now I'm thinking maybe it wouldn't be so bad" His fingers brushed against her hand as he picked up the non-alcoholic beverage from the tray. Can't get drunk on the job.
Once she went back to her rounds he looked at you as Steve paraded you around like an arm candy. He maintained his distance when your fiance was around but then he looked at you two, you both were clearly arguing about something. The music was loud so he couldn't really hear the conversation that was heating up more and more every second. Steve grabbed your arm and took you outside the lounge. Loki shouldn't have followed you, he knew that. It was private, Steve was your fiance, your future husband but then Loki was your bodyguard and he had to keep you safe. That's why he followed you. That's exactly why he followed you.
He walked swiftly making his way to the long corridor and then hid behind a wall,
"That man works in our office, your dad's office, you stupid slut" he screamed in your face and you crossed your arms.
"So You can fuck whoever you want and I can't? Do I have to remind you that I'm not your property?" You snickered but all of a sudden you felt a sharp stinging pain on your cheek. Loki's jaw clenched and teeth gritted as he realised that you just got hit by your fiance. He clenched his fist trying to control his temper, he didn't want to get involved, he didn't want to repeat his mistakes.
"Listen to me you stupid whore, you are my fiance and you're going to play that part otherwise you know daddy will cut off your funds right? All your extravagant show off of wealth would end right then" you flinched as he grabbed your hair in his fist and shoved you against the wall, one more slap on the other cheek and then he stormed out. You didn't cry as long as you could see him, once out of the sight you finally allowed the tears to fall down. You bumped your first on the wall but quickly composed yourself as you heard the footsteps approaching you and it was Loki looking at you with a commiserate look in his eyes.
"Can you allow me to breathe?" You walked past him and went straight for your room to hide the ugly print Steve left on your face.
"I'm just doing my job madam" he said softly and you chuckled.
"Oh trust me I know that" your voice cracked but you didn't let him see the saddened look on your face.
He wanted to hold you and comfort you, nobody deserved to get hurt like that.
He stood outside your door but you didn't come out. The party died down soon after and he dialed your number just to check on you but you didn't answer so he texted you and your response "Alive, not dead" was enough for him to leave you to your privacy.
He couldn't sleep at all that night, he watched a man hurt you like that and he stood there like a statue, he just watched and he didn't do anything. But if he would have taken a step, they for sure would fire him or worse. He can't afford to lose another job. He got up and decided to check up on you once, the guilt made him want to do the bare minimum and he would have succeeded but on the way he bumped into Paris.
"Looking for me? Because I was coming to you… Sir" She tugged on his shirt and he lost all his thoughts. In a moment he allowed her to drag him to her room and as soon as he was inside, he kissed her, he didn't know what he was expecting but definitely not that. Before he could dwell or say something, she grabbed his bulge and he lost control.
She undressed herself and he looked at her up and down. She had the body of a frail supermodel, then he thought about you at the gym today and whatever glimpse he got of you while you changed your dress a million times. You looked different, you seemed strong but then why didn't you stand up for yourself against Steve Rogers. Was it the first time he has done that? He couldn't stop thinking about you.
"God yes sir ease fuck me..fuck me yes" When did he get on bed? He shut off all the thoughts rummaging through his head and fucked this beautiful woman wiglling underneath him, she deserved his undivided attention. They were both sated by the time he was done.
"Wow that was good" she panted heavily as she spoke.
"Paris I.."
"Pleasee.. no need to give me that look, it's just sex and we are going to do lots of it, so glad I found you here" she giggled and well he didn't have to say anything. She wanted to keep it casual and he wasn't exactly opposed to it. He didn't think he was ready for a relationship after what happened a year ago anyways.
Next morning he got a call from you at 8 in the morning, so he quickly took a shower and dressed up.
"Good morning handsome, did Paris show you a good time?" You winked at him and his cheeks flushed.
"How do you even know of that?" You smiled as his accent suddenly got so thick.
You knew because late at night after a round of drinks, you decided to find a company in him, hoping to share some of that ache you felt. But you found him smushed against Paris in the middle of the corridor. And you were thankful for that, not at all jealous. Why would you be jealous? The incident stopped you from making whatever stupid decision you were going to make in the spur of the moment.
"Where are we going today madam?" He asked as you weren't in your workout clothes today but you didn't answer him.
"We are sneaking out okay, I can't take another guards with me, I don't trust them" he shook his head as you said that.
"Apologise but I can't allow you to do that"
"Come on please? And if someone were to attack me etc etc you'll be there and you are the best bodyguard aren't you?" You winked at him as you grabbed his arm and sneaked him out from the back entrance, the guard there usually went on his bathroom break at the time so it was the perfect opportunity.
"Can you tell me where we are going?" He sighed deeply and you shushed him.
You had the keys for one of the million cars your dad owned so you passed him that and asked him to drive,
"You're going to get us both killed "
You chuckled as he said that.
He didn't know what you were doing but he knew that he was capable of protecting you. On the way to the destination you mostly stayed quiet and he didn't mind it. When he reached the location you gave him, his eyes widened. You both had stopped outside an animal shelter.
"This is my paradise, I come here every week" you smiled, and he could tell that it was a genuine one.
"Come oooon" you squealed as you stepped out of the car then you walked over to his side and looked at him from the window.
"By the way thanks for coming with me, appreciate that Mister Hotshot" you winked at him then you ran inside the shelter and he was..taken aback.
Maybe he was too quick to judge you, maybe you weren't a Spoiled little Princess.
Damn it.
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Again I am all for people saying “vote for x and I’ll draw x” I am all for people campaigning and making art. I am 1000% okay with people sending me spicy asks demanding their fave wins. Hell I’m even okay with people making 1 or 3 accounts to get a few votes in. That is not the issue here. The issue is is when people spend hours and hours trying to sway votes. Do you have any idea how much time that takes to make an account, vote, then delete the account. And to do that 400 times until their fave is in the lead and just keep doing that over and over. That would take actual hours.
This is for those peoples mental healths as well. I cannot imagine doing that. That would take actual hours and hours of none stop account creating and delegating. These people need a break. I don’t want them to get a sense of what they did was useless if that makes sense to anyone. Could you imagine doing that for the losing side? The hours you would have wasted? How you would feel after? I just can’t imagine what it would take to do that to begin with. You can’t be in a good mental place to do that at all.
Please guys next time vote 1 time or 2 and just allow the poll to happen like we normally do.
I actually feel bad if that makes since I feel bad for the people doing it. The hours of work real life they have wasted voting over and over again had to be trying and just for it to be for nothing? Either way I would have made this the result
Romano winning has nothing to do with this as I said. The swaying has been nuts. These people need a break and they need someone to give them one. If I spent hours voting over and over and the character lost anyway I would be really depressed to probably.
Let’s all just think about other people and realize that to some people this might be all they got going on and this win was important to them. We are all hetalians. We are all fighting the same fight and we all need to take care of one another. Sure maybe this wasn’t a big deal to you and you don’t understand how it could be. Well that is great! Same here but then again we can’t just not acknowledge hetalia is a Safe Space for people. So is my blog.
If Russia is so important to some people that they could not fathom him losing and also Romano is so important that his win means the world to someone they can just both be winners.
I don’t want to make anyone mad about these results. I don’t want to make someone spiral either. We can all just celebrate. The beauty pageant will turn into a teams pageant. The first one will be over and both Russia and Romano will be kings of it. This is fair for everyone.
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Ray of Sunshine-Dwayne Hoover-Chapter 8/Finale
Summary: Seventeen-year-olds Dwayne Hoover and Tyler Walker (or Ty as she’s affectionately known in the Hoover house) have been best friends since they were born. His mom and her mom are best friends too, so they had every chance to be together. They only have each other and are madly in love. However, the other person doesn’t know about their friend’s feelings. Will a chaos filled trip to California for his little sister’s beauty pageant allow these feelings to surface and let the childhood friends become more or will the the inseparable duo keep them bottled inside, not wanting to risk that cherished friendship that’s always been a little more?
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Language, Talk of Underage Sex, Mentions of Attempted Suicide - not by Dwayne or OC, Fat Shaming of a Seven Year Old, Absent Parent, Death of Character - Not Dwayne or OC, ALL Warnings for the movie apply to this series!
Words: 4,819
TagList: Reblogged.
A/N: Here it is. The last chapter. I hope you enjoyed this! Leave Feedback in the comments, that will help me get other stuff out!
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Third Person POV
Frank and Dwayne are sitting in chairs in the hallway, with Tyler sitting on her boyfriend’s lap. Since her left arm is around his shoulder, she’s playing with his hair while his arms are wrapped tightly around her waist, her right hand resting on his laced fingers. Frank is looking at a newspaper that was sitting on the table between the two chairs.
He glances over at the couple before flipping the page. ‘The Surprise Best-Seller From America’s #1 Proust Scholar’ is the headline right above the picture of Larry Sugarman and his new book. He immediately closes the newspaper and tosses it on the table. He sighs to himself as he tries to relax in his chair.
Two girls around the age of six run past them, giggling in their poofy dresses causing Dwayne to look up at his girlfriend then his uncle. He gently pats Tyler’s hip before speaking.
“Let’s get outta here.”
She stands up from his lap and takes his hand, walking with him out of the area. After another little girl runs by him, Frank stands up and runs after his nephew and his girlfriend, not wanting to be in the hallway either. Together, the three of them walk out of the building and down to the beach that Richard brought up two days beforehand.
Holding hands, Tyler swings them softly, enjoying the breeze that is hitting her face. Dwayne continues to think about their future while enjoying his girlfriend’s soft hand in his rough calloused one. His heart speeds up everytime he thinks of her being his girlfriend. In their seventeen years of life, he’s always dreamed of her saying yes, but he never thought it would happen.
Sure, it was in his plan, hell it was the majority of his plan, but it never believed it would come true. Maybe she’s right. They’ll find a way for him to continue his dream, despite his colorblind-ness. Without realizing, Frank had detoured them on the long wooden dock that overlooks the water. Dwayne lets go of her hand and leans against the railing in front of him, his chin now resting on his laced fingers.
Tyler stands on one side of him with her head on his shoulder while Frank stands on the other, just staring into the water. Dwayne picks up his head from his hands and lays it on hers, relaxing for a moment. The trio is silent for a while until he speaks up.
“Sometimes, I wish I could just sleep the next year until we’re eighteen. Just skip all this crap. The rest of high school and everything. Just skip it.”
“You heard of Marcel Proust?” Frank asks, putting his hands on the railing.
“He’s the guy you teach.” He says, glancing at his uncle.
“Yeah. French writer. Total loser. Never had a real job. Unrequited love affairs. Gay. Spent twenty years writing a book almost no one reads.” He says, causing the couple to giggle. “But he was also probably the greatest writer since Shakespeare. Anyway! He gets down to the end of his life, he looks back and decides that all the years he suffered - those were the best years of his life. Because they made him who he was. The years he was happy? Total waste. Didn’t learn anything…” He glances at them with a smile. “So if you sleep for the next year, think of all the suffering you’d miss. High school? High school’s your prime suffering years. Hell, you’d miss the first year of being with Miss Walker over there. Do you really want to miss that?!”
Dwayne lifts his head up and looks down at her with a grin. She blushes and looks up at him, curiously.
“You’re right. I wouldn’t want to miss that.” He says, before kissing her forehead.
He wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her into his side before looking at the water again. A million thoughts running through his head before he looks at his uncle.
“You know what?” He says, causing Frank to look over as he pulls Tyler in closer. “Fuck beauty contests. It’s like life is one fucking beauty contest after another. School, then college, then work? Fuck that. And fuck the AirForce Academy. If I wanna fly, I’ll find a way to fly. You do what you love and fuck the rest.”
Frank looks at him, impressed by his small speech. Dwayne glances at him before looking down at Tyler.
“We’ll find a way for you to fly.” She whispers, looking up at him.
He smiles at her softly.
“We’ll find a way for me to fly.” He repeats, kissing her head again.
“You know…” Frank speaks up. “I’m glad you’re talking again, Dwayne. You’re not nearly as stupid as you look.”
Tyler laughs, digging her face into her boyfriend’s side as he smiles at his uncle. Frank laughs and pats his shoulder.
“I’ll leave you two alone for a few minutes.”
He turns around and starts walking back to the other end of the dock, enjoying the view. Tyler turns in her boyfriend’s arms and leans against the railing in front of him. A smile appears on her face as his arms let her go and rest on the railing on either side of her, his own smile widening.
“I haven’t heard your voice in six months. I almost forgot what you sounded like.” She states, looking into his eyes. “I missed it.”
“You know…That wasn’t the first thing that I wanted you to hear when the vow finally came to an end.” He says, watching her.
“What was it going to be?” She tilts her head slightly confused.
He licks his lips and sighs softly, looking deep into her eyes. “That I love you, which I do.”
Her eyes widens slightly. “You love me?”
“Yeah. When I wrote you that note yesterday, I didn’t want to seem weird for saying it too early, so I was going to save it for when I finally got into the AirForce. But then…” He pauses for a moment. “Well, you were there. And we practically haven’t left each other’s side in seventeen years. Kinda hard for me not to love everything about you.”
She blushes, a smile growing on her face. “You really wanted that to be the first thing I heard in a year?”
“Yeah. I’d thought it would be…romantic.” He shrugs slightly, nervous.
She stands straight off the railing and wraps her arms around his neck, forcing him to lean down slightly. Standing on her tiptoes, she presses her lips against his. Somewhat shocked, he kisses her back happily, resting his hands on her hips. Their mouths move in sync, still getting used to kissing each other - well kissing in general.
Needing air, they pull away and pant softly, looking into each other's eyes.
“I love you, too, Dwayne.” She whispers.
“Really?” He grins at her.
“I knew for sure I loved you when you made me this bracelet.” She answers, removing her arm from his neck to show him the leather on her wrist.
“You were the only one I thought of when I was told to make it.” He admits, blushing slightly.
“Well, I’m glad.” She leans up again, pressing her lips to his.
He squeezes her hips slightly, holding her close until they pull away once again.
“I love you.” He whispers, smiling softly.
“I love you, too.” She presses another quick kiss to his lips.
“Come on.” He pats her hip. “We should go back inside.”
“Fineee…” She playfully whines before taking his hand.
He chuckles and walks with her to the end of the dock where Frank is patiently waiting. As they walk across the beach, wanting to keep the mood upbeat, Tyler starts picking on her boyfriend.
“Frank, did you know that when Dwayne was eight…”
He immediately covers her mouth, shaking his head.
“Nope. Nope. I know what story you’re going to tell.”
“Come on, Dwayne. I want to hear this story!” Frank grins, looking over at the happy couple.
“Nope…”
Before he can finish his thought, Tyler maneuvers out of his arms and gently pushes Frank to the side away from him.
“Anyway! When he was eight, he got a piece of his airplane model…”
Dwayne grabs her around the waist and picks her up, gently throwing her over his shoulder.
“Put me down!” She laughs, holding onto his belt.
“No! You’re not telling him that story!” He shakes his head, a grin on his face as he walks.
“Frank! Can you hear me?!” She playfully yells out to the older man walking behind them.
“Yeah, Ty! I can hear you!” He calls out, cupping his mouth as he smiles, despite being only a few feet behind.
“Anyway! He got…”
“No!” Dwayne laughs, putting her down.
She crosses her arms and pouts, seeing that they’re in front of the hotel.
“You’re lucky we're back.” She grins as she walks into the building.
Frank looks over at his nephew, his smile never leaving his face.
“What happened when you were eight?”
Dwayne sighs and shakes his head. “I got a piece of the airplane motel stuck up my nose because I wanted to see if it would fit…”
His uncle bites his lip, trying not to laugh. “Is it still up there?”
“No.” He rolls his eyes, mumbling, “Tyler put some pepper under my nose. I sneezed and it shot across the room. It stuck to the wall…”
Frank starts laughing before covering his mouth to stop himself. Dwayne playfully glares at him, a small grin appearing before walking inside. He jumps slightly, shocked to see his girlfriend leaning against the wall beside the door.
“I knew you'd tell him.” She says before turning toward the staircase.
He gently smacks her butt causing her to squeal and look at him.
“Get upstairs.” He grins and walks around her.
Finally making it to the auditorium where Olive will be performing, the trio opens the door and steps inside. Their eyes widened at the younger girl, caked in makeup, dancing on stage in a sparkly gold cowgirl outfit. Almost immediately, they rush out of the room shocked by what they have seen. Frank leans against the wall while the couple are slightly disgusted.
How could parents let their kids do this or even encourage them? And, sorry to Olive, but there was no way they would pick her. She’s a normal seven year old girl. She’s got a little meat on her bones while all these girls barely have any fat on their BMI. Olive does this for fun. It seems like these girls do it for the competition.
They can’t let her go on. She can’t be judged for being who she is!
“We’re going backstage.” Tyler says, grabbing her boyfriend’s arm and walking in the direction she remembers Olive going.
“Right. See ya.”
As they walk, they pass a woman with a headset on who is escorting another little girl down the hallway.
“Are you authorized to be backstage?” She asks, looking up at Dwayne.
“No.” He states, not giving her a single glance as he holds his girlfriend’s hand.
All around them are little girls crying, whining or lolling about. All their mothers are over-dressed as if they were the ones competing on that stage. There is a little girl standing with her friend as they walk around a corner.
“Hey, where are the dressing rooms?” Dwayne asks her, never stopping their walk.
“Are you allowed to be here?” She raises an eyebrow.
“Just tell us where the dressing rooms are.” Tyler rolls her eyes.
The girl never answers so they keep walking until they see a sign. She pulls him in that direction, finally reaching their destination. He stands straighter, looking for his mom before gently tugging her toward them. Standing a few feet away from Olive, Sheryl and Richard are talking. They approach and Sheryl smiles at them.
“How you feeling?” She asks him.
“Better. Where’s Olive?”
“She’s there. What’s the matter?” She glances between her son and husband.
Tyler, knowing this is a family matter, walks over to Olive, who is wearing black pants, a white button down shirt with a black vest over it with a red tie, her gold sparkly converse on her feet. She kneels down next to her, rubbing her arm as she squats.
“Nervous?” She smiles.
“A little.” She admits, looking up at her, unofficially, adopted sister. “What if I’m not good enough?”
“Olive, you’ve been working so hard.” She moves a piece of long hair out of her face. “Grandpa taught you everything you know about this routine. We’re so proud of you for coming this far. It’s scary because all these girls have been doing this for years. But I…” She pauses, knowing she doesn’t want the young girl to be judged for the way she looks. “I believe in you as long as you believe in yourself. Do you?”
The young girl thinks to herself for a moment and nods, looking up at her again.
“Then I believe you can do this. Just promise me something?” Tyler grins at her.
“What?” She asks, innocently.
“When you become famous, you don’t forget me. Because I’ll always be your number one fan.” She smiles.
“Really?” Olive’s eyes light up.
“Always! Even if you decide you want to own a cow farm in the middle of nowhere. I’ll be cheering you on.” She giggles, causing the young girl to smile widely. “Here. Let me do something to your hair.”
She sits straighter as Tyler stands up from her kneeling position. She grabs the hairbrush and starts brushing the top of her hair back, being mindful of the athletic headband.
“Olive Hoover? Are you the family?” The lady with the headset from earlier calls out.
Tyler ignores her and puts Olive’s hair into a half updo, braiding the long hair falling from it. She grabs a hair tie just as Sheryl, Richard and Dwayne approach them. As she starts tying off the braid, Sheryl kneels down with a small smile.
“Thanks, Ty.” She then looks at her daughter. “Olive, it’s time. Okay?”
She nods slightly, letting Tyler finish her hair.
“We gotta go now.” The lady says, bouncing in her spot.
“Hold on. Olive, look at me.” Sheryl says, softly. “If you don’t want to do this, that’s okay. If you want to sit this one out, it’s totally fine by us. We’re proud of you anyway.”
The young girl thinks to herself for a moment, ignoring the lady with the headset as she tries to rush them. She then takes off her glasses and puts her top hat on. She stands up and looks up at Tyler who has a smile on her face. The older teenager puts her thumbs up, silently encouraging her.
“Thanks, Ty.” She smiles, silently informing her that her words helped her decision before taking the assistant's hand.
They begin to walk away and her family watches nervously. They watch as she gets smaller and smaller.
“Good luck, honey!” Sheryl calls out.
They rush out of the hallway and to the auditorium, where Frank is waiting outside. Wanting to make it to their seats to see the young girl, they run toward the door.
“Is she going on?” Frank asks, running up to them as Sheryl opens the door.
“She’s going on.” Dwayne says, following his family.
“Yeah.” Richard says at the exact same time as his stepson.
The five of them rush to their seats, just as the current contestant leaves the stage. Moving to their seats Dwayne, Tyler, Frank, Sheryl then Richard sit down in that order.
“You’ve been a patient audience tonight! We have one more contestant and then we’ll be crowning our winner! Please give a warm welcome to…” The host says, pulling out a cue card from his pocket. “Miss Olive Hoover!”
The audience starts clapping, but half of them don’t care so they’re half-assed. The young girl slowly steps into the spotlight, glancing around for her family. When she spots them, she looks at the host, waving him over.
“What’s wrong?” He whispers but she gently tilts the microphone to her mouth.
“I’d like to dedicate this to my Grandpa, who showed me these moves…” She trails off.
“Awe! That’s sweet! Is he here? Where’s your Grandpa right now?” He asks, holding the microphone out.
“In the trunk of our car.” She admits, causing the host to laugh nervously, not understanding.
The room is completely silent while the Hoover family glances around, hoping no one would question her statement.
“Okay…Well take it away, Olive!” The host says, rushing off the stage.
She turns away from the audience and waits for the music to start playing. Over the speakers, Super Freak by Rick James starts playing. Tyler’s eyes widen slightly as she glances at her boyfriend who is very confused. Olive starts dancing, putting her hands in the air. Just as the lyrics start, she begins to spank herself as she wiggles her butt.
Frank nods his head, laughing to himself in disbelief. They should have realized ahead of time that Grandpa was the one that taught her how to dance so it had to be some kind of outrageous routine. Olive turns around and tosses her hat toward the host before she starts walking toward the audience.
Almost immediately with the beat, she tears her pants off, revealing red shorts. Her family’s eyes widened, realizing what Grandpa had indeed taught her. He taught her to strip as her routine.
“Is she?” Tyler whispers to Dwayne as she watches.
“Yep…”
She glances around the audience and bites her lip at the only one enjoying this. Miss California is dancing to herself, smiling, excited for Olive’s dancing skills. They decide to just let Olive…be Olive. She’s having fun and she’s smiling up a storm. How can they take this away from her? Some girls get up and start walking out of the auditorium, angering Dwayne and Tyler.
This seven year old is having fun just being herself and they’re going to leave? What the hell? People start yelling insults at the young girl who continues to dance, confused.
“What are they doing?” Frank asks, angrily. “I’ll kill them.”
Wanting his niece to feel better, he stands up and begins to clap to the beat of the music. At this moment, Olive takes off her tie and rips off her shirt, revealing a black tank top, continuing her dance. Richard stands up and begins to clap with his brother-in-law, knowing his daughter is having fun. Sheryl stands up and starts clapping, following her husband’s involvement.
Tyler, smiling to herself, stands up and dances to herself, excited about the random turn that this trip had taken. Dwayne also leaves his seat, and starts throwing his fist in the air, dancing along as well. Embarrassed and angry, Ms. Jenkins stands up from the judges table and walks over to Richard and Sheryl.
“What is your daughter doing?”
Richard grins and continues to clap. “She’s kicking ass - is what she’s doing.”
Ms. Jenkins did not like his answer. She walks straight over to Kirby, who is manning the sound booth, dancing slightly.
“Turn it off!” She yells at him.
“What?”
“Turn the music off!”
“What?” He yells back, pretending not to hear her and turns the music up.
The audience is split. Some mothers and daughters are leaving, not wanting to watch the seven year old dance, while others like Miss California and a Biker are bobbing their heads, enjoying the show. Ms. Jenkins walks straight to the host and demands him to get off the stage.
“Hey! Don’t you touch her!” He yells before rushing to the stage.
Sheryl gasps and covers her mouth, moving toward the aisle. Frank and Dwayne, who gently pushed past his girlfriend, rush to each side of the stage to be there in case Richard gets overtaken. Richard leaps on the stage as the host tries to grab Olive’s arm. He jumps on his back and practically piggy-back rides him until they get to the side of the stage.
“Keep dancing, honey!” He calls out to his daughter who is slightly frightened.
She glances toward her mother and Tyler who are both standing in the aisle with smiles on their faces. She continues her routine, still nervous. Richard disentangles himself from the host and shrugs off stagehands, watching his daughter dance.
“Get your daughter off the stage now!” Ms. Jenkins snaps. “I will not have her ruin my show!”
He hesitates and nods, understanding where she’s coming from. He sighs and starts walking onto the stage, calling her name. Olive continues to dance but looks up at her father confused. He then glances toward the judge who is staring at him. Not wanting to hurt his daughter’s feelings, he grins to himself and puts his hands behind his head, flapping them.
He’s dancing! Tyler and Sheryl start laughing as they realize what’s going on. He’s not getting her off the stage! On his face is a large, defiant, fuck-you smile as he looks at Ms. Jenkins as he continues to dance with his daughter. Enjoying this new kind of Richard, Frank jumps onto the stage and starts dancing as well, smirking at the angry lady at the side of the stage.
Following his uncle’s lead, Dwayne jumps onto the stage. He looks at his girlfriend before putting his fists out and thrusting his hips, a serious yet funny look on his face.
Tyler and Sheryl laugh even harder at the sight before them as Kirby turns the music all the way up to ten. Her mother figure looks at her with a wide smile.
“Come on.”
“Me too?” Tyler raises an eyebrow, slightly confused.
“You’re family, aren’t you?” Sheryl grins.
She then grabs the teenager's arm before they both run to the stage, running straight toward Olive who is smiling widely at them. Together, the six of them dance to the music in random and embarrassing ways. Dwayne even grabs his girlfriend’s hand and twirls her around in a circle before dipping her, both laughing.
Suddenly the rest of the family, including Olive, hold hands, forming a circle around the couple, as they begin to jump around. Soon the music comes to an end and the family is laughing until they realize the room is almost completely silent. They look around, nervously until Miss California and Kirby, along with random audience members clap for their performance.
They giggle slightly before smiling as the biker that Richard talked with earlier that afternoon stands up.
“Yeah!!” He throws his hands up. “Alright!!!”
Turns out Ms. Jenkins called the police. The family are sitting outside the hotel office, embarrassed. Sheryl and Tyler are looking around the hallway while Richard, Frank and Dwayne are staring down at the floor. Olive is still in her costume, swinging her legs, still not understanding what happened. While they wait for the officer to talk to Ms. Jenkins, Tyler elbows Sheryl, capturing her attention.
The older woman looks down at her, raising an eyebrow. Tilting her head, Tyler gestures discreetly toward a box sitting on a table a few feet away. Inside are pageant materials - trophies, sashes, and tiaras. Both females smirk at one another, a plan forming in their minds. A few seconds later, the office door opens and the officer walks out, putting his hands on his hips.
“Okay, you’re out. On the condition that you never enter your daughter in a beauty pageant in the state of California again.” He glances between each family member. “Ever.”
Frank nods and looks toward his sister, “I think we can live with that…”
Sheryl shakes her head in disbelief but nods. “Alright.”
He lets them stand but turns away, not catching Tyler grabbing something from the box on the table. They all walk out to the bus, bags in their hands. Richard had fixed the door earlier than he called the funeral home so it’s attached to the car once again. He opens the trunk and everyone notices that Grandpa is gone, leaving only the hospital sheet.
“Olive…” Richard says, folding it up. “Grandpa would’ve been really proud of you.”
“Yeah! You were great!” Sheryl says, kissing her head.
“You were beyond great.” Frank continues, smiling.
“You were incredible.” Dwayne says, grinning as he helps put the bags in the trunk.
“You were the best one there!” Tyler says, kneeling in front of her. “Which is why…”
She pulls out the item she stole from the beauty pageant box. A tiara. Olive gasps loudly and covers her mouth. Richard, Frank and Dwayne are shocked by the item in her hand but Sheryl and Tyler are grinning up a storm, their plan complete.
“Ty! Where did you get that?” The seven year old asks, looking at her.
“I told you I believed in you as long as you believe in yourself. And you did so your mom and I decided to do something special for you, knowing you should have won.” She says, not telling her the truth that they stole it.
“Thank you!!” She throws her arms around the teenager’s neck, hugging her tight.
She laughs and hugs her, pressing a kiss against her temple.
“Come on, Miss Hoover…” Tyler says, putting the tiara on her head. “Your chariot awaits!”
Once again, they all are forced to push the bus since there is no hill. Richard climbs in first with Olive jumping in a second later, scooting to the window as she makes sure her tiara is on her head. Laughing, Sheryl runs and jumps in, always loving the adrenaline. As the bus rolls, they start approaching another toll booth where Ms. Jenkins is handing over her pass.
Frank jumps into the seat next to Olive without Dwayne's help. Tyler laughs and runs around the bus, grabbing onto her boyfriend’s uncle’s hands as he helps her into the bus. Just before they hit Ms. Jenkin’s car, Dwayne jumps in and Richard drives the bus around the toll building into the opposite toll gate bar, breaking it into pieces.
The family laughs at the look at the woman’s face as they drive by. They all calm down, still smiling at the day's events. Everything started off shitty with Grandpa passing away and them stealing his body but ended with the family finally coming together as one. Richard realized that his family is way more important than his stupid Nine Steps.
Frank realized that he does have someone who cares about him. His own family who he didn’t see for years. The young teenagers are finally together and are happily in love. Olive and Sheryl are almost the same, just happy that everything is amazing. On their ride to the next hotel, Richard glances in the rearview mirror to see Dwayne with his arm around Tyler’s shoulder as they look out the side window.
“Dwayne, Ty, I don’t want grandkids yet. So if you two are going to continue to sleep in the same bed, be careful.”
Their faces immediately turn beat red, blushing at his words, knowing they're not ready for that stage in their relationship yet.
“Richard!” Sheryl laughs. “They’re only been together for a day! Let them enjoy their relationship before you start talking about grandkids. Besides, Frank is going to be in the room!”
“He won’t always be there!” He laughs, glancing back at the kids who are hiding their faces in embarrassment but they’re still smiling.
“Wait!” Olive turns around to look at her brother and his girlfriend. “You’re dating?!”
Dwayne nods, grinning down at Tyler who looks up at him. He leans down and kisses her head, holding her close to him.
“Now, who wants ice cream?” Richard glances into the rearview mirror.
The next day, the Hoover family are home, relaxing after their adventure. Frank is in the living room with Olive, helping her come up with a different routine she could do for a pageant. Sheryl is helping Richard find an actual job so he can stop all these ‘get rich quick’ scams. Tyler and Dwayne are in his bedroom - the door wide open - as they read together.
He’s up leaning against the headboard, reading a book that his girlfriend had on the windowsill. Tyler is laying between his legs with her head against his chest, reading her own book. His fingers are running through her hair as he looks away from his book. He grins to himself, happy that Frank helped him gain the courage to ask her out.
“I love you.” He whispers, watching her.
She looks up, a smile appearing on her face. “I love you too, Dwayne.”
He leans down and kisses her forehead, holding her close to him as he looks back at his book, content with his life now.
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