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ioniansunsets · 6 months

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Alright but hear me out (hello btw how are you ?) kayn heartsteel have canonically been kicked out of his previous band ; imagine fem!reader (successful idol herself or civilian) comforting him and trying to help him push through it and get back on his feet to continue his music !

✖ Pre Heartsteel!Kayn Being Kicked Out ✖

✖ Word Count: 1.3k

✖ Tags: Established R/S, Idol!Reader

✖ A/N: You were a performer too and met him at a gig before either of you got famous! You two live together in this one, you’re a solo idol that practices at home so you can spend your days with him. These are headcanons! Whee!

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- It wrecked him. You two got together while he was in his old band, so it was an important memory to you both. As a solo artist, you understood the intricacies of being in the public eye but still, being kicked out? That was rough…something you personally could never experience. You did your best to comfort him.

- The first few days was the worst. Kayn was the perfect definition of bi-polar. Either his Rhaast ego was full blown, wild, and uninhibited. Man straight up was about to do crimes and was only stopped by you begging him not to make things worse for himself. (You caught him with a bag full of spray paint about to go wreck his old studio.) Or he was the trained Idol, Kayn. Rhaast entirely held back, the perfect definition of an average idol, obedient and reserved. Joining you in your dance and vocal practices in your home studio.

- Don’t even talk about the things he tweeted during that era, you had to run into his room and tell him to delete them minutes after posting. It was a bad time. If you were to ask Kayn now about those old tweets? He was on the very fence of, cocky pride on how he was a “badass” that “didn’t follow rules back then” or just overwhelming embarrassment for being young and dumb.

- There was a lot of work to be done over those first few days, you got the help of your own PR guys to try and get Kayn’s media presence looking better. You yourself doing your best to give him advice on performing, it wasn’t even that he was a bad artist, it was just…he had some strong ideals and just didn’t work well with his old band. It took months honestly but as always, drama died down and Kayn slowly got to live his life again.

- The saddest part of all this drama was that because you were an idol too it was hard to bring him out to comfort him. Paparazzi were hounding you both, media wanting to know what went down with Kayn and if you were seen beside him…gods who knew what the media would say about your career. You two barely left your house because you just couldn’t.

- So, all you could do was your best. Dragging him to game with you on the PC, buying new consoles to try new games with him (murdering things in game really helped him unsurprisingly), watching movies together at home (feel good films that actually make him cry), getting him to do weird shit like painting your shared room (you have a messy signature of his by the door), crocheting weird little animals (he made Rhaast!), hells you managed to get him to read a book (banned in various nations). It was…different. But it helped keep his mind off doing anything that would ruin his career more while satisfying his need to just be a creative.

- On one of those uneventful days, Kayn ordered a nice little delivery package and excitedly ran into your room. Holding the plastic bag up proud. “ Y/N. I’m going to change my image. Entirely. Can you help me. Like…Right. Fucking. Now.” You stare at him in confusion until he walked up to your table, and pulled 7 boxes of bleach and dye, dumping them on your table. “ I’m going to go hot pink.” You laugh, but oblige anyway. If it would cheer him up then you would spend the day helping him out.

- There was a lot of angry snuggling on boring evenings. Kayn would lie in bed in your arms ranting about his ideals, how he was meant for bigger, greater things, things no one else in the industry or his old band could comprehend. And you would hug him tight, supporting him as he complained, listening, agreeing where you can, giving him bigger and better ideals of grandeur. The both of you knew it wasn’t anything serious, but it really did help lighten his mood. “ I’ll really set the stage on fire next time just watch me.” “ I’ll bring the gasoline then.” “ For real! I will fucking bring fireworks and shit too. It’ll be sick as hell! Never seen before! I’ll wreck the stage!!!! Livestream that shit!!!” Such evenings would end with the both of you laughing. It was nice to see him happier again in those small moments. Sometimes you could even see a sneak of a soft smile creeping onto his face, his appreciation for you playing along and not stopping him.

- It took about a week before you felt it was right to get him to pick his guitar back up. Convincing him that the best way to get over the bad memories was to form new ones, the two of you sitting down to write a song. He really went HARD with the lyrics, it was a damn god rap at that but it was honestly a diss track at his old band and shall stay hidden in the files of your computer forever. You do secretly listen to it sometimes, it was raw as fuck, personally it helped YOU when you were angry and frustrated. Not that you would admit to him. It would only stroke his ego more.

- He only admitted it once. Once when you two were soaking in a hot bath together. Only Once did he tell you how much your support meant to him. Nice smells and colors from a bath bomb floating around you two. It was a slow morning, a few weeks after getting kicked out, right before he joined Heartsteel. You sat there, back against his chest as he rests his head on your shoulder. Relaxing in the tub. It was peaceful silence before he spoke up. “ Y/N…I’m going to join a new band.” You actually had to pause and turn to stare at him. Shocked. Asking him if he was sure, if he was ready, if he was comfortable to be performing with people again. You held his face, asking once more if this is what he wanted to do in his career, if he was going to give up on going solo like you. His hand rose to hold yours against his face as he spoke. “ Yeah, I talked to them a lot the past week and…they genuinely accept me and all my crazy ideas. They love Rhaast for who he is and I think I can work with this. I’m sure about this.” He laughs, putting your arm down as his hands wrap around you in a tight hug. Kayn moving his face down to your neck as he gives you a soft kiss, gentle, barely there as he whispers, not looking at you. “ I have to thank you for this by the way. For letting me Be Rhaast. For telling me time and time again to just be the Rockstar that I was meant to be. That my unique brand of rock was fine. I’ll remember this forever. Every time you see Rhaast on stage it’ll be thanks to you. Remember that.” And that was it. He never really showed his vulnerability about his old band ever again. The next day he joined Heartsteel, and it was great for him. Your own heart feeling warm and fuzzy seeing him laugh and have fun with new bandmates. And when you stand in the audience, seeing Rhaast rap some sick bars, you can’t help but smile. He was Your Rockstar.

#I was like damn i have writers block #then i wrote and wrote and wrote #and dropped the last headcanon and made myself emotional.........#they are good for him. they help him BE him #Anon Answer #HEADCANONS #League of Legends Headcanons #Shieda Kayn #Heartsteel!Kayn #Kayn x Reader #Kayn League #Kayn LoL #Kayn League of Legends #KaynLeague #thank you for letting me write this.#ONLY PROOF READ ONCE i will read it again later it was LONG

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zane009 · 9 months

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a little bit of blue

summary: you found some bleach and box dye on your last run so maybe it’s time you ask Daryl to help you dye your hair…maybe you’ll even get him to do it as well…just a LOT of fluff and fun times

Daryl x reader

word count: around 1500

a/n: literally based on my dream lmao it’s silly 🥲…not proof read

" shit i dun' know 'f I'm doin' this right"

Daryl grunted as he was currently trying to figure out how to bleach your hair correctly. He was given a few instructions but to be honest he had no idea what he was doing.

You and Daryl found some box dye and bleach on your last run and while Daryl thought it was completely unnecessary and a waste of space you quite literally just showed the items inside without a second thought. It's not common to do something like this these days so the thought of dying your hair felt a bit comforting. A reminder of the old world. And with Daryl helping it would make this experience that much better.

You were currently back in Alexandria sat in a chair in Daryls bathroom, trying to calm the big man behind you. It took a hell lot of convincing to even get him to agree to this. You were surprised he didn’t give up yet considering the amount of his complaints in the last 30 minutes.

"You're doing just fine Daryl just apply it like i showed you" you said as you bit back a laugh.

He was stressing himself out for no reason and it was appealing to watch. You looked in the mirror and saw him behind you trying to apply the bleach precisely with the little brush.

He was staring with deep concentration with his brows furrowed softly and the tip of his tongue peeking out just a bit. It was a habit he did when he was really focused. Just like he did when he was sharpening his knives or carving out his new arrows. Or bolts if you would ask him. You didn’t really get the difference between those two anyways.

So you couldn't hold back the laugh that escaped you this time. His eyes snapped up immediately catching yours in the mirror. " dun' laugh at me woman 'm tryin' ma best here" he puffed out as he went back to it.

"Hell i told ya ya should've asked Rosita ta help ya" the frustration in his voice at this point was absolutely adorable. He took the last dip in the bowl filled with bleach and layered it on your hair for the last time.

You finally let in a big stretch as you hummed " I genuinely don't know why you're complaining i mean do you think Rick knows how to bleach someones hair?" You asked as you dropped your head back over the chair and saw him frowning. "I think the fuck not. You just gained a new skill bub and you look hella hot upside down"

you smiled sweetly at him as he looked away embarrassed. “Stop”

You still won because after his complaining he still leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips being really careful not to touch any of his hard work. He would lie if he said he didn't sweat his ass of for this.

"Ya are lucky i like ya" he said as he flicked your forehead slightly.

He softly ushered you back up as he sat down on the edge of the tub " 'lright how long do ya have ta leave tha' on" he asked as he pulled a hand through his hair.

You stayed silent for a minute thinking about probably the most brilliant idea you've ever had. You slowly smiled mischievously at him raising your eyebrows a bit. Daryl was immediately alert because he knew that look. It meant nothing good was in store for him.

" wha's that look supposed ta mean" he said uncertain already backing away.

" we have just enough time for you to bleach a strand before i need to rinse this out"

" hell naw!"

He quiet literally yelled as he stood up with abrupt speed. You slowly approached him as he went around the chair that was placed in the middle of the bathroom. "Ohh come on it's just a little piece of hair and we'll be matching" you said trying to convince him.

He didn't budge just stood there with his senses high on alert ready to attack if necessary. You slowly picked up the brush still deep in bleach and took a step towards him, grinning. He immediately stepped back and hit the bathroom door. Oh it was on.

As you quickly advanced forward he ran through the door into your shared room in the basement. Dog barked seeing us running probably thinking we are playing a game. Daryl went around the table while i followed him around. Dog was running around us in circles as well while we tried not to step on the poor animal.

This went on for a few more minutes just me and Daryl running around his room, with me trying to catch him. At some point the brush in my hand was forgotten as we just laughed and enjoyed the silly moment.

After a while we were back to square one with each one of us standing on either side of the table with smiles on our faces.

Sometimes I genuinely forget how closed off Daryl used to be. He would never do this with me back at the prison. But here we are now and I wouldn't trade this for anything else.

Suddenly Dog jumped on Daryl catching him off guard as he stumbled back on the couch " Dog no" he said as he tried to get him off. I took this as my chance and made my way to him as fast as i could. I took a piece of his hair and just plopped the bleach on.

Daryl stopped everything he was doing and looked up at me slowly. " tell me ya didn' " i just burst out laughing at him while he hurried into the bathroom tripping over some pieces of clothing on the way.

" how do ya get this off" he said hurriedly as his hands went to the specific piece of hair covered in bleach. He tried touching it when I quickly stopped him still smiling

" stop you shouldn't touch it it's bleach you ass"

He looked at himself in the mirror an unsure look on his face. You started giggling behind him which made him look at you through the mirror with a frown plastered on his face "we are gonna look absolutely terrific" you said as you kissed his cheek hard and then leaned you chin on his shoulder. You looked up at him and saw him let out a defeated sigh meaning you won. He pressed his lips to your forehead and mumbled " yer gonna be the death of me"

About good half an hour forward you were quietly murmured the song playing in the background on the boombox Eugene fixed for you awhile back, while you were applying blue hair dye to Daryl’s chosen piece of hair. You did went back eventually after you both calmed down a bit and fixed the bleach making sure it was perfect. He was now sitting in the chair with hands on his lap looking like a defeated puppy. But he wasn't complaining so it was a step up.

As you two were finally done with the whole dying process it was time to rinse it out. Daryl grumbled the whole time your tired to wash his piece. He wasn't happy he had to wash his hair in the middle of the day for no reason for the second time that day already. It could be just the hair strand if he wouldn't be complaining and moving around so much. Dog contributed his part by literally jumping in the tub, getting all wet and then shaking it out.

You were drying daryls hair with the towel making sure to be gentle and not tug on any of his hair. When you felt like it was good enough you dropped the towel and looked into to the mirror. Your hair was a deep blue while Daryl had a little blue piece on the side. You places your hands on his shoulders and squeezed them a bit. "Dont we look adorable"

He seemed to frown at that as he grumbled out " sure adorable fer a clown yea" you giggled a bit as you squeezed his face in your hands and kissed his cheek lovingly. Oh how you loved this man.

He thought you looked absolutely breathtaking in blue. But then again you did look good in anything according to Daryl. It was him that felt silly with his little piece of blue hair. But what’s done is done.

You ran your hands through his hair for the last time with a pleasant smile as you went towards the bath tub to clean up the mess you two made (and Dog). You knew he wasn't actually angry but it's best to let him cool down a bit. You also knew he'll come around soon. Hell its just a matter of time before he asks you to do the rest of his hair you thought as you smiled to yourself.

Although Daryl would never ever think about confessing this out loud he didn't hate it. Sure the blue in his hair was bound to bring some unwanted attention to him but he would take it if it meant seeing you smile and giggle over it. If he was honest it didn't look bad when he saw you beside him with your beautiful blue hair.

He grinned as he stood up and went over to help you.

𐬼𐮙𐬿𐬺𐬼𐮜

I don’t think i like this tbh

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wandanatss · 8 months

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heart in hand - chapter one;

things haven't been the same since you came into my life

summary: Summer of 1995 finds you in a cafe with a new-to-town Natasha Romanov. Little do you know, this day is going to change your life.

warning(s): swearing, slight mentions of guns & bullying.

word count: 1,087 words

author's note: i don't have access to the app i use to make covers/headers/dividers for my fics, so this canva one i threw together literally five minutes ago looks good enough. the dividers i used are by @cafekitsune. reblogs would help <3 i'm open to constructive criticism! i especially hope that one anon who helped a lot earlier likes it!

It all began in the summer of ‘95, in a little shop north of town. You sat there every day for want of something to do, someone to talk to. Being the friendless nerd was fine during the school year, but in the summer you always shifted from being alone to lonely.

Your fingers tapped out an errant beat on the countertop, and you hummed a mindless tune. Your eyes droved over the menu as though your were trying to find something you wanted; as though you hadn’t already memorized it in your countless trips to the shop. In the end, though, you picked your usual - a sandwich, a doughnut, and a Coke. Picking the items up off of the counter once you got them, you sat at the only empty table there - a two-seater near the very back, where no one could see you. Figures. Invisible everywhere in the world, it seemed.

As you started to munch on the sandwich, interspersed with sips of your drink, your eyes watched the windows. Maybe you’d have your ‘movie moment’, where someone walked in that you fell in love with. Maybe it would be the person of your dreams. You looked down for a moment to pick up the cup, and within those few seconds, the door opened and a bell jingled. You looked up.

Y/n: I don’t know, it was fate or something. This absolute bombshell of a girl walked in. Her coppery-red hair tumbled over her shoulders, her eyes were bright, and she had the perfect red lip. She wore a thin white shirt, clinging to her with sweat. Her shorts were blue, and truly made her look like she had legs for days. When she ordered and got her food, she just wandered around for a minute before she saw me. Saw the seat in front of me. She smiled, asking if she could sit. Of course, I agreed. Neither of us knew it yet, but it was the start of something truly iconic. The girl, of course, was Natasha Romanov. We were both seventeen at the time.

Excerpt from ‘Mic in Hand, Heart in Throat’ by Kat S. Releasing 1 May 2028.

You introduced yourself, and started to make small talk about the weather – sweat-soaked Natasha’s body was a sight to see, and under the A/C breeze, her hair fluttered around her face. You were flushed, but you could pass it off to the heat, too. As Natasha waved over a waitress and placed her own order (a strawberry milkshake and a sandwich), you took the time to observe her.

She had her bicycle keys in her pocket, and two bracelets hanging from her arm. One was beaded, with the little alphabet charms reading N A T in different colours. The other was a few simple strings wound together and tied, giving the effect of a young child having made it. Now that you were closer to her, you could see the bottom of her hair bleached and cool-toned, showing her having dyed it blue a while back.

“Y/n? Do you want something too?” asked Natasha, a silent smirk in her eyes. She knew what you were doing.

Eventually, once the waitress was gone, you and Natasha struck up an easy flowing conversation. She confessed that she had biked here in the heat to get out of town, have her own ‘summer experience’. She was new. That explained why she hadn’t been in high school with you. You smiled and told her all about the high school she’d likely be joining, and joked about how she should make it a point to stay away from you. It would be social suicide, you explained.

Natasha turned slightly away at the comment, something catching her eyes, but looked back with a frown on her face.

“I think people should be lucky to know you, Y/n. You’re a good – a good friend.”

Through the chat you have with her, you discover that not only can she play the guitar, but also the drums. She can also sing, insanely well if the competition awards aren’t a lie, and she’s just a fucking dream. She gave you her home-phone number, and her address. Call me, she wrote on the paper napkin, like she was some kind of rogueish flirt and not a schoolgirl still in her teens.

You took the napkin home with you and pinned it onto a little board, fingers moving over the bumps in the paper where she had pressed too hard with the pen. Call me. Come over sometime. You smiled, idling near the telephone. Maybe you would call her later, you thought.

Natasha Romanov: Y/n, they were an interesting person. My first friend who wasn’t my sister. We’d both been adopted, and been the town freaks for a while. Yelena, she was all spite and rage packed into a little spitfire of a ten-year-old child. It didn’t help that she wanted to give her opinions freely. It was my job to protect her, and when that backfired, we had to move. This far into the story, you already know I wouldn’t be too cut up about it. I had my sister and my adoptive parents. End of fuckin’ story, right? And then the chapter turned. After I met Y/n that day, everything changed. I finally had a reason to stay in the new town. I had made a friend.

Excerpt from ‘Mic in Hand, Heart in Throat’ by Kat S. Releasing 1 May 2028.

As you lay in bed that night, all hot and bothered about the day you’ve had, words start to form in your mind. Fragments; not enough to be worth writing, but you can see where you’ve started to... well, you’ve started thinking up a song.

The next morning, you wake up from a rather pleasant dream to hammering on your bedroom door.

“Wake up, kid! It’s time to go!”

Oh. It was your mother, a staunch stickler for early-birds-get-the-worm. You would’ve far preferred to sleep in, especially in the summer, but the thoughts from the previous night – the song you thought of – had finally almost fully formed in your mind. You were eager to pen it down in case you forgot, but first, to appease your mother, you showered and had some cereal. Then you were back in your room, ready to write.

She’s got blue hair and a pretty pink smile

Looks that can kill and hands in mine

She’s a girl she’s a gun she’s the newest chapter

She’s a dream and what my heart’s been chasin’ after…

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facioleeknow · 5 months

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Frat boy 1 • Choi Seungcheol

He fell first and hard. She thinks he hates her but he's actually emotionally constipated.

wc: 718 genre: humor(?), frat boy au

tw: hermit reader, bisexual and shameless Vernon, intimidating Seungcheol, not proofread, frat boys seventeen, nudity

an: hey guys this is the prologue of the series, let me know if you like it and if I should continue it

The entrance of the frat house looked menacing. SVT, short for Sigma Vau Theta, was the biggest frat in your university, counting a whopping twelve members, including your best friend, and a new pledge. Despite being friends for years you had never entered the house but Vernon, your friend, explained to you in detail where his room was “in case you needed a place to crash”.

A big and dramatic sigh escaped your lips, you didn't like being in a room with a couple of men let alone in a house with thirteen, but you had to bite the bullet for the sake of your best friend. Technically Vernon hadn't exactly invited you but he had always said that his door was open at all hours for you and he had been complaining non stop that morning about how donuts were the perfect hangover cure. You obviously took pity on him, got out of your dorm room (if something as big as a broom closet could be called a room) and bought him donuts and coffee.

So now you were stepping into a house that not only was full of men but also smelled like it was full of men.

I hate my life so much, you thought as you scanned your surroundings.

The hall was empty, in fact the whole house seemed eerily quiet but you knew that a night of heavy drinking was basically the equivalent of having a near death experience so you weren't surprised.

You found the stairs easily and walked up with fast and silent steps. Nobody passed by you and nobody stopped you from roaming around the house, they were probably all sleeping.

“End of the hall, on the right, his name is on the door,” you whispered to yourself.

The hall looked neverending and for a second you thought you teleported in the shining’s hotel, the creepy one with the red carpet. When the name “VERNON” on a plain white door came into your line of vision you sighed, grateful. Without a second thought (and without knocking), you opened the door. An horrendous sight welcomed, your best friend was almost getting it on with a guy and they were both butt naked.

“Vernon what the fuck!” you yelled. The two quickly got off of each other and pulled the sheets up to cover the family jewels.

“Don't be so dramatic, you've seen me naked,” nonchalantly replied Vernon while collapsing back into his pillow.

“Yes and that was a mistake that I didn't want to repeat,” you quipped back at him.

“Hi, I'm Alex,” the guy next to Vernon introduced himself and extended his hand to you, which you eyed suspiciously. Better not to shake that, you never know what it had touched.

“Hi,” you smiled back at him, “I brought you donuts.” The sweet treats were gently placed on his desk even if you wanted to throw them at him for making you witness that scene.

“I knew we were friends for a reason,” Vernon happily got out of bed, still naked, and walked to the door next to you.

Ew.

“Right, I'm going to go, I need to bleach my eyeballs,” you scoffed.

“Bye drama queen.”

Getting out of the house was different than getting in, mostly because now you didn't care if you made noise, you just wanted to go back to your room and be alone. At the end of the stare your mood was changing, you felt somewhat proud of yourself. You had completed your mission without any major incident (seeing Vernon's dick was considered a minor incident), or so you thought. Because at the end of the stairs right when you were about to zoom across the hall to get the hell out of there, a hand grabbed your arm.

“What are you doing here?” A guy with dyed blonde hair and very muscular arms was looking into your eyes with an intimidating stare.

“I’m Vernon's friend,” you were able to mutter out.

“I didn't hear you knock.”

“I didn't.”

If looks could kill you would've died a gruesome death.

“You should knock when you enter other people's houses,” he warned you. He slowly loosened the grip on your forearm and then let go of your arm completely. Like he appeared he disappeared, quickly.

Damn you hated frats.

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drill-teeth-art · 13 days

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From One Mask To Another

Soundwave and Mixmaster share a drink in a private meeting spot.

Content Warnings: None that I can think of, but feel free to let me know if I should add something here!

Note: Soundwave uses it/its pronouns in this. Scene under the cut !

“Y-y-you’re late,” Mixmaster said, leaning casually on the doorframe to storage room number 35-b. It was where the Constructicons kept excess materials that usually ended up dumped in his drum to be reworked. So only he really had any reason to be there. “Reason: Irrelevant,” Soundwave responded, running a quick check of the camera feeds around the storage wing. Mixmaster shrugged. “I wasn’t asking. J-just…observing.” He tilted his head slightly and looked off down one of the hallways, his lips curled into a small smirk. “Hook is in 78-c g-g-getting some corrosion resistant gloves. We sh-should duck inside. And keep quiet.” “Affirmative,” Soundwave confirmed Mixmaster’s statement with a quick peek into that hall on the camera feed, nodded slowly, and followed Mixmaster into the storage unit, shutting the door quietly behind itself. It didn’t inquire about Hook or the gloves. None of its business, and Mixmaster wasn’t the type to share excess information easily anyway. Soundwave watched as Mixmaster sat down and leaned against the wall. Soundwave noted the bit of hesitation as he sat which was new. It seemed a pain in his hip was bugging him, but Soundwave simply joined the Constructicon on the floor, Mixmaster taking note of the replacement mask Soundwave was wearing as it did. It was brand new. He could tell. It was lacking in all the scrapes and scuffs of the old one. But Mixmaster didn’t pry, simply offering Soundwave a cube of energon. “S-s-same as last time. Except I added a c-citrus flavor to it. Earth flavor,” Mixmaster said, smiling softly when Soundwave accepted the cube. “Appreciated,” Soundwave replied, turning away as it opened its mask to take a sip. Mixmaster turned his gaze away, not daring to peek at the tapedeck while it drank. Clearly it didn’t want him to. It never wanted him to. And to do so would violate the wonderful thing they had going on together. Meeting up for drinks and fooling around. No follow up questions allowed, though neither of them dared to say that part. “Assessment: Better than last time,” Soundwave said, offering the empty cube back to Mixmaster. “Ooo w-wonderful,” Mixmaster hummed as he took it back, pleased with his handiwork. “Would y-y-you like the recipe?” Soundwave paused for a moment. “Affirmative. Reason: Frenzy would enjoy it.” The mention of one of the cassettes was new. Mixmaster nodded amicably, sending the recipe to Soundwave over comms. After a moment or two of silence, Mixmaster started with his usual small talk. It was never anything with any real substance.

“I w-w-was in the repair bay th-the other night, cleaning the tools. You know they need to be scrubbed after use, so th-there I was. S-s-scrubbing.”

It was never anything interesting.

“And I figured I could just use b-b-bleach. But I didn’t want to just start mixing it with my usual c-cleaners. Cause a n-nasty reaction? No th-thanks!”

It was never anything new.

“So I decided to just use what I always did! No c-c-crazy experiments for me th-that night. Hahaha!”

It was always words devoid of information. Hollow stories that never mentioned any other Decepticon or any notable event or any feeling or thought, presented charmingly. He was always charming, social, put toegther. His act was well-rehearsed, deliberate in its lack of his thoughts, feelings, and relationships. Soundwave listened even though there wasn’t anything there to find. Mixmaster was good at pretending he had nothing to hide by talking a lot about nothing. Soundwave respected the routine as a mech of few words and a million secrets of its own. It was an act different from Soundwave’s own deliberate silence and one that worked just as well at keeping others out.

Mixmaster chuckled a bit as he poured himself another cube and sipped at it, having had a couple since he’d started telling his story. “Ah, I told you th-th-that one last time, didn’t I?” Soundwave nodded slowly. He had. Mixmaster knew when he started telling the story that it was the second time. Soundwave had seen him do that before. It was part of his character to be a bit forgetful even though he wasn’t. Mixmaster smiled at him knowingly. He knew Soundwave saw right through him. “Tell me about your d-day,” he purred before finishing his third cube of energon. It wasn’t a secret between them. The awareness of what the other was up to. They didn’t have to say it to know.

“Soundwave: Tended to security duty.” “H-h-how was it?” “Security duty: uneventful.” “Well, th-that’s good! What shift do you h-have tomorrow?” “Tomorrow’s shift: security duty.”

They each knew the other was a fraud, hiding behind the mystery and the mundane. A mess swept under the rug. A face under a mask.

“S-s-sounds nice,” Mixmaster moved over to sit on Soundwave’s lap, facing it. Soundwave set its hands on Mixmaster’s arms with an amount of tenderness no Decepticon other than a cassette had ever seen. And Mixmaster. The Constructicon’s hands rested on the tapedeck’s shoulders, and he flinched a bit as he started to lean down, his hip troubling him. Soundwave moved a hand quickly to support him. “Sorry th-th-thank you,” he muttered. “Accidentally b-banged it the other n-night…” That was new. An event. Some information. Soundwave’s vice grip on its silence slipped. “Understood. Not trouble. Rumble: helps Soundwave with weak knee joint sometimes.” Their gazes met, and for a moment they shared a silence filled with nothing but tension. No follow up questions. With no words spoken, they fell back on that rule. Mixmaster shut his optics and Soundwave opened its mask, and they held each other and kissed softly. Two frauds safely behind their masks again, keeping things quiet together.

#transformers #transformers fanfiction #maccadam #soundwave #mixmaster #constructicons #decepticons #transformers fan continuity

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sweetie-peaches · 5 months

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quotes from band class

“Hey don’t hate on ____, we’re talking about his family circle”

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kid 1: “I don’t suck dick!! I don’t! Im not gay!!”

Kid 2: “You made out with _____!”

kid 1: “That’s face sucking! Not dick sucking! It’s different!”

Director: *walking in* “why does it smell fruity in here?”

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Kid: “GO SIT DOWN /____/, SIT DOWN /____/ I CAN DO THIS /___/ GO SIT DOWN”

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Kid: "Sorry I threw up on your dad last year..."

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“I burped like three times turning that, that was a horrible experience”

“Yeah my hands cramped up like five times”

“Oh my god please shut up..”

*a few minutes later*

“I couldn’t breath while playing that song, it was *awful* I like couldn’t feel my mouth”

“Yeah my hands were getting reallll tired”

“KILL YOURSELF”

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"Gaslight, Gatekeep, Give up."

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“My sister invited the whole grade to her halloween part and they all came. You know what happened when I invited the whole grade to /my/ party? Only four people came and one of them thought it was my birthday”

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"you're letting my kids drink orange flavoured bleach?!"

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Kid 1: “Fuck Kid 3”

Kid 2: “Well I mean if you really want to I guess I won’t stop you, love is love or whatever”

Kid 2: *shouting across the room* “Hey Kid 3 would you let him fuck you?”

Kid 3: “…if he took me out to dinner first..?”

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Kid 1: “Can we not talks about NIPPLE BUTTER?! NO MORE FUCKING NIPPLES PLEASE!”

Kid 2: “Alright guys I think kid 1 is uncomfortable-“

Kid 1: “I MIGHT BE GAY! I DONT WANNA HEAR ABOUT NIPPLES!”

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“He keeps telling me about how he walked on his mom pegging his dad”

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Kid 1: “Kid 3hit his head pretty hard-“

Kid 2: “what am I supposed to do about it???”

Kid 1: “ask him a question- a personal one”

Kid 2, to kid 3: “…when was your first period??”

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#peaches posts #incorrect quotes #marching band #today in band #band kids #quotes #funny stuff

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urstruly-ghst · 1 year

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pre-nrc deuce + goody-two-shoes! reader

note : i needed more deuce spade delinquent au. if u have some thoughts to share abt this au, ask em away!

cw : gn! reader (though might be femme on some ends), established relationship, fighting, delinquent deuce behavior such as : threats (not to u) and violence ++ controlling parents (mostly mom)

deuce spade

Your relationship with him was beyond fulfilling if one were to ask you about it, the way you found comfort in uncertainties with Deuce’s guiding hand– and also leaving a small boring routine of just sleeping, eating, and studying. You adored how he tried to bring you to life and give you something worth the experience.

That’s not to say that everything in your relationship with him was happy and smooth sailing. Sometimes, if not most, your lives constantly clash the wrong way. For instance, Deuce’s life of adrenaline before the prelims for the vast colleges that offered different students contrasts with your virtuous studying and worrying. You vaguely remember the angry words you slipped in as Deuce shouted, clearly angered and hurt.

Another bump was your parents. You’re the goody-two-shoes, the lovely sweet child they raised with high hopes you won’t meddle with your town’s messy parts. Admittedly, they all just wanted the best for their bright child, but it was clear that their fear and detestation extended to Deuce’s reputation. After all, why would they want their most shining star snuffed out by the bad boy who threatened people with his uniquely strong magic and fists?

It does get better, though. Deuce made sure of it. For you and him.

…

“What is with you bothering my child during this crucial exam, Spade?!” Your mother yelled at Deuce for the nth time; he got caught sneaking over the picket fences your family built on an exam night. While you would usually defend Deuce, you frowned and crossed your arms as you saw Deuce peek over.

“No offense, ma’am. But you say that to every exam yer baby takes, can’t I just steal ‘em and… get to spend time with them? It’s been over a week and–” Deuce started, voice clearly hoarse from running and probably yelling when he got caught.

“No, lad. Listen here. My baby is not like you. They’re doing all they can to get into that college, and I’ll be damned if you’re here leeching off them!” That shocked you, broke your heart when you saw Deuce falter, and you immediately huffed and told your mother off– this was far too much even for you. You adored your mother; you held her in high regard with how she withstood the shady town with a stern attitude. You remembered how she played her cool when a robber dug a knife into her old jeans, trying to scare the wits off her– she laughed and gave a penny. She was that strong.

But today, you saw her as a controlling woman. Not that you never saw her gorgeous veneer now, but her attitude with Deuce– the one you spent nearly two years together– made you realize her demeanor was both an asset and a burden.

“Don’t meddle with them, sweetheart. Your mother was more than right. This exam is worth more than that delinquent who beats boys up and gets into some naive girl’s pants.” You froze at his statement, hurt washed over your heart, and you prayed that Deuce didn’t hear that– his already shattered heart would crumble. Deuce was aware of your parent’s distaste for him; he fought tooth and nail to even sit at the dinner table with you.

“He isn’t like that, father! I am aware that all this boiled down to this exam, but you’ve known I studied well enough for the past week! And for the record, Deuce proved himself time and time again that he would never be disloyal or violent to me!”

“Oh, so violence is alright with you? You permit him to beat up some poor lad because, what, he failed to notice his glare?!”

“Don’t put words in my mouth! You know that wasn’t what I–”

Deuce suddenly stepped in, and his bleached locks immediately took over your vision. As hurtful as those words were, Deuce knew that your parent’s anger was justified and had a grain of truth to it. It stung for your lover’s inspiration won’t bother to acknowledge your step toward improvement, but he knew giving up meant giving up those two years with you– and Deuce would instead be buried alive than give you up. He’s yours, and you’re his.

“I know what the rumors said. I know myself better than you. I know me dating (Y/N) is not what you want. My reputation weighs heavy over theirs. But this thing– our thing– is a delicate balance that I so badly want to be stable. Watch me; I’ll change. I swear on my mother’s heart.”

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bonus ! deuce spade nrc era!

Deuce did change. After that night, tears fell, and comforting words were exchanged– a fire lit inside both of you. You remembered the tight hug you gave Deuce when you opted to stay out of the house to ride with Deuce into your secret place. A beautiful large oak tree covered with couples' initials, but yours and Deuce’s were the only thing that mattered.

“Hi, babe.” Deuce awkwardly greeted you. A thing you noticed with him was how reduced to being shyer now in contrast with his confident and laidback demeanor a year ago. You giggled; you wondered where that spunk went. Deuce stared at you lovingly. He was so glad the holidays brought you back to him.

While it was difficult, being in different colleges and vastly different lives, you remained in touch and obviously still in love. The way he kissed you was still the same, and the way he stared at you was the same, but the way he smiled was different. He now smiled with the confidence that he could keep you.

Meeting in the middle, you both intertwined like puzzle pieces. You often wondered how it felt so right to be in the supposed tough-as-rocks Deuce, but maybe because it was the fact that he is Deuce Spade. A soft man turned tough by the pushes of the world around him, a fractured life of kitchen table bills and a competition to be the best in something never made things easier.

Good thing he can now patch up. With or without you, but he preferred it to be with you.

“Hello to you too, Mr. Juice.”

“That Ace!”

You shut his grumbling; a kiss was enough to shut him up. Or two. Maybe three–

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #deuce spade

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hesitationss · 11 months

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i hate that there is like zero room for anything in shipping other than "they like eachother and should be together" because when i say gin and rangiku drive me to madness, i don't want them to be together! he treated her horribly and kept her in the dark in some twisted act of love that he has been set on since he was a child.

(spoilers ahead!)

when i say they drive me to madness, i mean the way in which they love each other is driving me to madness... like that man... witnessed something extremely traumatic happen to ran, we don't even know if they knew eachother before that (i headcanon that they do), but it was so traumatic that she doesn't remember it and doesn't remember her past. then we find out that part of her soul was extracted from her. frankly, this is a clearly a metaphor for sexual assault. anyway, gin witnessed this, was there for her afterward and took care of her. as 2 people with high spiritual pressure, they still need food and water to live, but even with the care and mundane life together, he has decided that he has to kill aizen, his hatred and vengeance overruled staying by rangiku's side. so he distances himself from rangiku so that when he is able to become a shinigami, aizen would not associate them together. his plan from the start was to leave rangiku behind and become a so called "snake", one who becomes evil for his goals, for his revenge. probably assuming that she would find ways to be happy without him, but he never considered that in the process, he was hurting her deeply. and even still, when the betrayal happened, rangiku never fully gave up on trying to understand gin. even at the end she desperately asks him, "WHY" and all we get are flashbacks of those two while rangiku cries over his dead body... like i'm sick omg... the thing is though, rangiku has such an open heart! sure she has many vices, but no doubt she is able to form connections easily and is able to fill her heart with more connections, but she loves hard as well (as seen with her dedication to her captains as well as her seeing it more fit that aizen's letter make it to momo rather than the investigation in the soul society arc). and in bleach in general, the story is motivated by the pain and trauma women experience (rukia, momo, orihime, rangiku). rangiku and momo aren't touched upon as much by virtue of being side characters, but the suffering they went through really set the stage for the main characters, especially since they experienced aizen's terror because aizen's proximity to them plus their white haired childhood friends... i still think about when the reveal happened and gin let himself be caught by rangiku, how before leaving he says he would have liked to be held by her a little while longer, and apologizes to rangiku. ...like that is maddening !!! years of on and off radio silence after deciding to leave your childhood friend that you take care of after witnessing her experience severe trauma, planning to kill the man who hurt her, dedicating your life to that goal despite the pain, not seeing yourself as worthy of her love and resigned to the fate you have chosen for yourself, and when you are revealed as being evil, you say "i would have liked to be held by you a little longer" even thought it was just her grabbing his wrist... but you know it's the turning point and those two will probably never get see eachother again without emotional pain or violence or death..... like yeah yeah that's what i mean when i say gin and rangiku drive me to madness. sorry i am still thinking about gin's wrist being held while rangiku has a sword against his throat and his response is that he loves being held by her.... HELLO? the intensity of love you have to feel while walking the path of vengeance that being threatened with a sword is loving gesture oh my god...

#gin ichimaru #rangiku #matsumoto rangiku #bleach #gin x rangiku #ginran

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dannystheone · 1 year

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DUDE I LANDED ON MY BED AND POSTED THE UNFINISHED FIC ON ACCIDENT IM A DUMMY

But the ask was for another Style fic with Kyle cheering up Stan after being broken up with Wendy again

At first I was unsure about this ask but my imagination RAN with it autism won today boys 😎

BUT YES HERE YOU GO THESE CHARACTERS ARE TEENAGERS!!

Of Course Dude, Anything (Lee Stan/Ler Kyle)

WARNINGS: Intoxicated teenager and swearing

Wendy has broken up with Stan for the fourth time and a drunken Stan finds himself at Kyle's house to cheer himself up.

I hope you enjoy! :) also these are pulled from my own drunk experiences lel and long intro sorry

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No word from Stan had Kyle worried that night. They were supposed to watch a movie and chill this Saturday, but no matter how many messages Kyle sent, he didn't get a reply. He figured Stan blew him off to hang out with Wendy again, as he's done before.

Whatever. Kyle can hang out by himself. His parents were on a date and Ike was having a sleepover, so Kyle had the place to himself. He wasn't doing anything particularly exciting; just laying on the couch with the TV on and scrolling through his phone. But it was quiet.

Dom Dom Dom-

At least, it was quiet. Knocks at the front door made Kyle perk his head up.

DomDomDom- DomDomDOMDOMDOM-

Whoever was at the door was getting incessant. Kyle groaned as he heaved his body off the couch and opened his front door. A wave of alcohol and cold night air whooshed in through the open entrance.

"Kyyyyyllllle!" Stan stood behind the door, a wide lazy smile across his flushed cheeks. His bleached hair fell in his blue eyes as he held his arms out wide. Stan stepped forward to hug Kyle, but his heavy body fell into Kyle's. Kyle braced himself as he took in Stan's weight as Stan stumbled in through the entrance.

"Stan? Aw dude, what the hell is this-" Kyle heard a bottle's liquid content clink behind him. Stan held the neck of a bottle of alcohol while he hugged Kyle tightly. Stan reeked of liquor and cigarettes.

"Kyle- Kyle it's so- *hic* -it's so good to see you. I-I haven't seen you in ages-" Stan's words all slurred in an indecipherable speech. Kyle rolled his eyes as he helped Stan into his home and shut the door behind him.

"I just saw you at school yesterday?" Kyle pointed out as he tried to get Stan to stand by himself. Stan glued himself to Kyle's shoulders.

"I know it was too long! You shoulda drunk with me dude!" Stan rested his head on Kyle's shoulder as Kyle's cheeks burned. It was embarrassing to deal with drunk people like this.

"Come on, let's get you upstairs." Kyle took Stan's arm around his shoulders and started helping him up the stairs to his bedroom.

"Ooooo- going to Kyle's rooooom! I wonder what's gonna happen in theeeeeere!~" Stan called out loudly; his head rolling onto Kyle's shoulder and poking Kyle’s side with his other hand. Kyle slapped Stan's hand away.

"Dude shut up you're too loud! You're gonna wake the neighbors!" Kyle hissed at his best friend. Stan sputtered a mixture of laughing through his nose and snorting.

"Pffmmtshshh- Oooooo gotta be quuuiiiieeeet guys- it's too looooud for Kyle- pssshhhh- quieeeetttt-" Stan put a finger over his lips to shush himself as Kyle groaned and opened his bedroom door. Stan detached himself from Kyle's shoulder as he stumbled across the room and plopped on Kyle's made bed.

"Auuuhhh duuude- your bed is soooooo comfy! Oooohmm my Goood-" Stan dropped his bottle of liquor on Kyle's floor, which miraculously stayed upright on the carpet. Kyle sighed and picked up the bottle to place on his nightstand. Kyle turned the bottle to peek at the label. A bottle of Jose Cuervo tequila. Definitely swiped from his Dad’s cabinet.

Kyle raked his curls out of his face as he took a seat on his bed. “So what happened tonight? Who were you drinking with?” Kyle asked Stan. Stan’s shoulders started jumping while he laughed face-down in Kyle’s bed.

“I didn’t know *huc* you were my MOM Kyle-” Stan shifted on Kyle’s bed to lay on his back and rub his hands on his face. Kyle rolled his eyes as he stood up and pulled out his phone to call the guys. The phone ringed for a few moments before Kenny and Cartman picked up on group call.

“Sup Kyle!” Kenny greeted.

“Wha’dyou want Jew-” Cartman butted in with the sounds of a video game filling the background. Kyle pinched the bridge of his nose as Stan sat up on the bed and held his arms out to Kyle.

“Kyle? Kyle *hic* can I have a hug?” Stan pulled Kyle into him as he smooshed his face in Kyle’s side. Kyle held his face to contain his patience as he spoke to Kenny and Cartman.

“Were any of you guys drinking with Stan tonight?” Kyle asked. Kenny shook his head no as Butters popped into frame.

“Not me. I’ve been hanging out with Butters.”

“Oh, heya Kyle! Good to see ya!” Butters waved enthusiastically.

“Not me, been too busy killing goddamned Japs-” Cartman responded with gunshots in the background.

“What’s up with Stan? Is he fucked?” Kenny asked. Stan perked up at the sound of his name and tried to peek at Kyle’s phone.

“Kenny? Kenny is that you? Dude we should fucking invite Kenny here I wanna hug him!” Stan pulled on Kyle’s wrist to bring the phone closer to his mouth. Kyle grunted as he was forced downwards towards Stan. “Kenny! Kenny get your ass over here so I can hug you!”

Kyle took his phone back as Stan took back his original position with hugging Kyle’s side and his face in his belly.

“You tell me if he’s fucked or not, Kenny.” Kenny snorted as Butters giggled in the background.

“Alright, I’m leaving this call. See ya, queermos.” Cartman clicked off the call, leaving just Kyle, Kenny and Butters.

“Sorry dude. Let us know if you need help. We didn’t drink with him tonight.” Kenny responded. Stan started giggling in Kyle’s belly, the vibrations Kyle could feel through his clothes.

“Hmhmhm- Kyle has a bellyyyy~” Stan took a deep breath and blew a big raspberry in Kyle’s stomach, before laughing hysterically at his own action and falling back into the bed. Kyle pursed his lips in annoyance as he went back to the guys on the call. Kenny and Butters were watching Kyle with amused glances.

“Well, good luck with Stan, Kyle! And congratulations on having a belly and stuff!” Butters smiled with Kenny before clicking off the call. Kyle sighed as he looked to Stan on his bed. Stan was breathing peacefully with his eyes closed.

“Stan, why did you drink tonight? You know we have practice tomorrow.” Kyle sat back down on the bed; Stan immediately hooking his arm around Kyle’s waist.

“Wendy broke up with me.” Stan responded clearly. Kyle looked down at his friend, his mouth slightly agape.

“Oh dude...oh my god-”

“I thought this time was *hic*...gonna be different.” Stan moved his head towards the ceiling to speak more clearly to Kyle. “I thought this was gonna be the time I make- I do it right, y’know. But...she didn’t give me a reason.”

Kyle didn’t know how to react. He started rubbing Stan’s back in soothing circles with his hand.

“Stan I’m- I’m so sorry buddy. I know she didn’t-” Kyle felt Stan’s ribs contract under his hand. Kyle looked down to see Stan rubbing his face against Kyle’s blankets as tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Hpph- Why didn’t she give me a reason Kyle- I thought we were gonna go all the way and do it right this time. I thought I wasn’t gonna screw up, but I did, anyway. And I don’t even know what I messed up, just the fact that she broke it off so cleanly with no fucking remorse-” Stan bitterly wiped away his tears, but more came in their place.

“Snff- And-And I wanted to treat her right so badly, I wanted her to know I loved her and adored her every single day but it still wasn’t enough. And I was so sorry that I screwed up yet another time but I couldn’t. I love her so much, Kyle. She’s my everything. And I lost her.”

Kyle breathed in heavily and gave Stan a hug as well as he could in his upright position while Stan held onto him tightly. They held each other for a moment while Stan shed tears down his face.

“You can’t blame yourself, Stan. She could be going through a rough time and giving her her space is the one thing you can do for her. If she truly wants you back, she knows where to find you.” Kyle explained while he rubbed Stan’s back. He hated to see his friend get his heart broken over and over, but he’s come to get used to it. And he’s come to loathe Wendy as a result.

“But I miss her...and I wanna know what I did to make her wanna do what she did. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Kyle. I don’t know what’d I *hic*...do without her.” Stan rubbed his eyes to rid himself of more tears with the sleeves of his jacket.

“I’m sorry dude. I wish I could do something to help.” Kyle rubbed the back of his neck while Stan sat upright on his bed. It physically looked like his head was swirling. Kyle couldn’t imagine how he actually felt.

“Well- *hic* there’s- you can do me a weird favor, if you want.” Stan said with lidded eyes. Kyle nodded his head fervently, his curls bouncing with the action.

“Yeah, of course dude, anything!” Stan rubbed his eyes harshly of any tears, leaving his face scrubbed and worn.

“You can- heh- y-you could tickle me if you wanted to...” Stan carded his fingers through his bleached hair as Kyle looked puzzled.

“...Huh?” Stan leaned back on Kyle’s bed with his forearms behind him as his eyes grew lidded and tired.

“I just...I just wanna laugh and forget about everything for a second. Clearly *hic* clearly fucking booze isn’t helping at all cause I can still feel my heart shattering-” Stan held a hand over his heart and laid back on Kyle’s bed. Kyle held a handful of his blanket to think. If it would help his best friend out of this sadness he’s gotten into...and he did say he would do anything...

“Okay, I’ll do it.” Kyle declared. Stan gasped dramatically and threw his arms up in the air to celebrate.

“Yaaaay *hic* th-thank you Kyle! I loooove yoooou~” Stan threw his upper body on Kyle to give him a hug that was very heavy. Kyle winced as he shoved his hands up Stan’s ribs and started scribbling into them.

“Dude, get off me.” Stan squealed in his throat and curled up in a ball, his knees tucking into his tummy.

“Gahahaha! Kyhyhyhyle stohohohop!” Stan lazily bat Kyle’s hands away, but they were easy to avoid.

“You told me to do this?” Kyle tried to lessen the intensity by just moving his fingerpads across Stan’s sides softly. It didn’t help.

“I knohohow buhuhut ihihit tihihihickles!” Stan’s eyes narrowed in his laughter as he tried to curl into a tighter ball. Kyle groaned as he squeezed Stan’s thighs to get his legs to come down. It worked.

“Ehehehehee! Kyhyhyle stahahap ihihihit!~” Stan gave a zesty ass response as Kyle squished his fingers into Stan’s thighs. They were jeaned and Kyle was still squeezing relatively light, but Stan was still giggling enthusiastically.

“Is this making you feel better yet?” Kyle groaned. He’d love nothing more than to just get Stan cleaned up and headed to bed. Stan nodded with pink cheeks as Kyle moved up to his sides and squished in the skin.

“Yehehehes! I-hehehee!” Stan covered his face with his arms to cover up his blush. Kyle took the stupid easy opportunity to scribble all over Stan’s tummy. Stan laughed earnestly as his elbows shot down to cover himself.

“GAHhahahaha! Kyhyhyhyle dohohohon’t tihihhickle mehehe!~” Stan giggled like a schoolgirl as Kyle blushed madly. This was embarrassing as all hell.

“Alright fine, I won’t.” Kyle stopped tickling Stan, but Stan complained and went to hug Kyle around his waist.

“Kyle noooo- don’t leave me. Please- I’m sorry...” Stan rested his cheek against Kyle’s thigh as he still embraced him. Kyle sighed as he rubbed Stan’s back.

“I’m not leaving you dude, I’m right here-” Kyle heard a burbling sound come from Stan. Stan sprang up off the bed quickly and grabbed Kyle’s trashcan to relieve his stomach of its contents.

“Aw- dude! Sick!” Kyle exclaimed. Stan heaved as he set the trashcan down, and face-planted on the bed.

“Aw dude- I’m so fucking sorry man- I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-” Kyle shook his head as he raked his curls back.

“It’s fine man, don’t worry about it-”

“No no no- I’m sorry, Kyle I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine dude! Just-” Kyle looked over at Stan. He was snoring, totally passed the fuck out. Kyle sighed as he got up slowly to not disturb Stan, and removed his best friends shoes and carefully removed his jacket. He tucked Stan in with a fluffy blanket of his and turned out the bedroom light.

Tonight gave Kyle a headache like he’s never had before. Well, until Stan’s next breakup, that is.

#south park #south park tickles #lee stan #teenager stan #ler kyle #teenager kyle #danny writes #tickle fic

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hoodharlow · 1 year

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Un Ratito

AN: I'm sorry

Requested? Literally people requested I DON'T write this lol

Warnings: ANGST

Word Count: 3.7k words

Claudia bounced on the ball of her feet checking the double doors open every few seconds to reveal the passengers that landed. The band was flying from Seattle to San Francisco for their show in Concord that was just forty minutes away from them. She was excited. She hasn't seen Calum in what felt like forever. When 5sos finished their European leg of tour, he stayed in London for a few days to be with Mali and his niece since Felix flew out to New York for a conference.

He missed Claudia's graduation, but she understood that he hadn’t seen Mali and baby Maia when he was in London for tour because their schedules conflicted. After that he and the band went to Mexico. When they came back, Claudia had moved her things to their new home in the Bay Area.

She spotted the Eminem bleached blonde walk through the doors.

"Cal!" She called to him as she took off running.

She wrapped her arms around him. She felt Calum's arms tighten around as he buried his face on her neck. She gave him an extra squeeze before breaking their hug. She pressed their foreheads together and draped her arms around shoulders, pulling him to a kiss.

"Hey." He said softly, tenderly rubbing his thumb on her cheek.

"Hi." She smiled shyly.

"Oi, lovebirds are you done? Some of us have to get to our hotel." Ashton yelled.

"I told y'all you could have stayed at our place." Claudia sassed him, going around to hug the guys. She grinned at Luke. "We're gonna need to have a chat because Danny said you didn't do as planned."

"She said yes, that's all that matters." Luke shrugged, alluding to his impromptu proposal to Gia.

"I guess." She playfully rolled her eyes.

"What time is soundcheck?" Calum asked once it was time for the group to separate so he and Claudia could head home.

Ashton replied with a sarcastic remark but with time Calum needed to be there.

Claudia guided Calum to the parking lot and waited for him to pack his luggage in the car. She pulled him to her for a quick makeout session. She smiled into his lips as his stomach grumbled.

"Okay let's get home so we can have breakfast." She said pulling away and rounding over to the driver's side.

"What I want to eat is already here." He said in a flirty tone.

"Get in, you can have me however you want at home."

Calum chuckled, knowing that he can still make her flustered. He got in her car. She smoothly pulled out of the parking spot and followed the signs to the exit.

"Did you take lessons while I was away?" He asked her in a teasing tone, making note of her improved driving skills.

"No, I'm scared to drive normally." She confessed.

"Are you excited to finally go to an official 5sos concert?" He asked changing the subject.

"Obvio, I can finally have the y/n experience that fifteen year old me deserved." She said as a matter of fact. "So you better notice me in the pit singing my ass off to Babylon."

"I'll look for you when I sing Wildflower." He winked at her.

Claudia grinned and continued driving. The rest of the way home they caught each other up on their lives the past few months. They talked everyday but it felt more personal now that they were in the same space. But the more she listened to Calum talk about the band and their upcoming album rollout, an uneasy feeling began forming in the pit of her stomach. For now she suppressed it. All she cared about now was that he was home.

"As much as I would love for your to fuck me in the couch, I don't want Bali to watch us." Claudia mumbled against Calum's lips.

He looked over his shoulder and found their six month old boxer sitting on her bed, happily staring at them with her tail wagging. He sighed dramatically, pushing himself up. He picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Which one is our room?" He asked her.

"The one on the end of the hall." She pointed behind her.

Calum nodded and swiftly carried them into their bedroom. He gently set her down on the bed and they continued where they left off. He gently pushed her against the bed and deepened the kiss. He slipped one of his hands in her shirt, giving her breast a gentle squeeze. Claudia shifted around as she laid on her back to get more comfortable, but she couldn't. Calum took note and pulled away.

"Sorry," she sighed, "I really want to…"

"Claudia, you don't have to explain yourself." Calum said, brushing some curls off her face.

"I know, but it's been months since we've been together. I wanna make it up." Claudia pouted, crossing her arms.

"All I care about is that I have you here with me." He said leaning down to kiss her. He pulled away. "I'm gonna shower so we can head out. Join me?"

"I showered this morning." She shook her head apologetically. "I'm gonna take Bali out to go potty."

"Alright." He nodded.

Claudia rolled off the bed and slipped on her sneakers. She made her way to the entrance and clicked on the leash on Bali's harness. She wrestled the six month old puppy and they left. They wandered around their neighborhood for a while until Bali decided that she wasn't in the mood to get number two.

On the walk back Claudia imagined herself in a few weeks, once the tour was over, with Calum walking hand in hand around their neighborhood. In the few weeks she's been here, she got acquainted with the place. She knew that the Sunday morning farmer's market, the latine owned coffee shop that sold the best conchas she's ever had and the señora a few streets down that sold tortillas and chicharrones. There was even a small Australian grocery store. It had everything her and Calum needed. And all that mattered was that they had each one another. And nothing could change that.

"Cal, we're back." Claudia announced when she and Bali returned from their walk.

He didn't answer. Claudia could hear the shower running. She went to the kitchen and got the chocoflan she made for him the night before ready. On the counter Calum's phone flashed. He had a habit of having his phone on silent but with the flash on when he was in the studio. It flashed a few more times, annoying Claudia. 'Who could be blowing up his phone?' She thought to herself. She picked it up and walked it to their room.

"Cal, your–"

'I landed in LA.'

'Thanks for flying me out. I had the best night with you.'

'Hopefully we can see each other in a few days'

Claudia felt her heart break into a million pieces right then and there. Of all the things she imagined, she never expected Calum to ever cheat on her. She looked at the contact name, praying he wasn't dumb enough to have the number saved.

Jocelyn.

"What's up?" Calum asked her, drying his hair with a towel.

She didn't say anything. She set his phone down on the bed and walked out. Calum reached for it and saw the messages. He cursed and followed her out to the kitchen.

"Claudia let me–"

"THREE FUCKING YEARS! AND WITH HER OF ALL FUCKING PEOPLE?!" She cried.

"If you let–"

"Get the fuck out! I never want to ever see you. You're a pathetic excuse of a man, Calum. If you have one ounce of respect left for me, you would leave right now." She said coldly.

"Claudia…"

"Go."

Calum grabbed his bag from the entrance way and left the place. There was a coffee shop a few blocks down and he ordered an Uber to take him to Concord where their concert was taking place.

He really fucked up and if he was in Claudia’s shoes she also wouldn't want to hear what he had to say. Not that what he had to say was any better but it would at least prove to her that he didn't cheat on her.

On the ride over, he changed the contact name back to Ashton. When he arrived at the venue, he went straight to the greenroom and found his best friend who was with Luke and Michael.

"We agreed not to go with the plan." Calum sneered at the oldest of the group. "I was going to talk to her first."

"What plan?" Michael asked.

"Excuse me," Luke mumbled, standing up to answer his phone.

"Would talking to her have made a difference?" Ashton snapped.

"Yes! It would fucking mean I still have a fucking girlfriend!" Calum yelled.

"What is going on?" Michael frowned.

Luke came back and slammed the door shut. "I just got off the phone with Gia. She's at Claudia's place because apparently you fucking cheated on her."

"You cheated on Claudia!" Michael exclaimed.

"No, it's a fucking misunderstanding." Calum sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration.

"You better fucking explain yourself because Gia thinks I hid this shit from her." Luke said angrily.

Calum grabbed a water bottle from the cooler and took a generous sip. "After we filmed the Blender video with Claudia, I got a call from management. They basically said that as much as they like Claudia and how she's helped us stay relevant, she's holding us back. And that we'd be more profitable if I went back to the single one of the group when the album came out. So me and Ashton were thinking of faking that I was cheating so she'd break up." He turned to Ashton. "But I realized it was a stupid idea and I was planning on talking to Claudia about it first."

"You could have told us what management said. We are as much part of this band as you are, mate." Michael said, disappointed.

"You do remember Gia's dad is a manager. He could have helped us find some sort of solution, but you two," Luke gestured between Calum and Ashton, "decided to go behind our backs and try to fix it."

"When you say it like that…" Ashton trailed off.

"What the band does doesn't just affect us. It affects everyone we know. We can't just keep shit to ourselves and not tell the rest what's going on." He said. "I'm going to call Gia and try to fix this."

Luke walked out followed by Michael, leaving the idiots of the rhythm section. Ashton was busy on his phone as if he just didn't ruin Calum's relationship with Claudia. Calum pulled out his phone and texted Claudia but the call wouldn't go through. He tried searching for her on Instagram and her accounts wouldn't appear. He tried with his finsta and no luck on that end. He just hoped Luke was able to get through to Gia so he could talk to Claudia. If she didn't want anything to do with him, he just wanted her to know that he didn't cheat on her. He would never do that to her, especially with her.

***

It had been four days since Claudia saw Calum. Four days since her world had been flipped over. Four days since she lost faith and trust in the man she's loved for three years. And now she has to face him one last time.

She was in LA for the weekend to pack her things from his place. She would have gone earlier but she was busy with her school training. She was grateful to have her mind distracted or she would have lost her mind spiraling, wondering why Calum would pretend to be cheating on her.

"Claudia, Junior is here." Danny said, poking his head in the guest room she was in. "Fair warning, our birth giver is here too."

"No mames." Claudia sighed.

She wasn't ready to face her mom. Truthfully she'd been avoiding Soni. She was in a whatsapp group chat with Joy and Zulema, Felix's mom. Her and Joy were both caught off guard to hear the news that their children broke up through Zulema and not their children.

"Sebas woke up in a good mood so he's distracting her if you wanna make a run for it." Danny said.

"Thanks." Claudia nodded.

She made eye contact with her oldest brother and quietly made it through the front door.

"What's the woman that gave birth to us doing here?" Claudia asked Junior as she slipped on her Docs.

"She wanted to make sure you got all of her Tupperware and Princess House ollas and casuelas from Calum's house." He shrugged.

"You told her?" She whisper-yelled.

"Obviously, mensa. Her and apá were confused why I was doing yet another road trip to San Francisco and doing a pit stop in LA. It was either her or dad."

"Claudia, ¿no vas a saludar a tu madre?" Soni asked.

"Hi mami!" She said, hugging her.

"Hola mi vida." Her mom said, giving her an extra squeeze. "Why didn't you call me when you and Calum broke up?"

"Amá, what did we say on the drive over?" Junior reminded their mom.

"It's okay, Junior. I'm just not ready to talk about it." Claudia said. "Danny we'll be back en un rato."

"Tienes la key? We're going to Luke and Gia's for lunch." Danny asked her. "Call me if you need anything."

Claudia nodded. She followed Junior and their mom out to the driveway and into her brother's truck. She texted Calum that she was on her way to his place. When they pulled up to his place she asked Junior and Soni to drop her off because she had to talk to Calum in private and wait for her in a cafe a few blocks down from his house. They were hesitant but agreed, telling her to call them when she was done.

Claudia rang the doorbell and Calum answered right away. It took every fiber in her body not to run into his arms and beg for him back, but she couldn't. She respected herself a little more than she loved him.

"Hey," he said, stepping aside to let her in.

"Hi." She mumbled.

They quietly made their way to the kitchen. Claudia took a seat on a stool while Calum sat across from her.

"Do you want something to drink or eat?" He offered her.

"I'm good. Thank you though." She cleared her throat and pulled out a folder from her backpack.

Duke trotted over and upped at her. He stood on his hind legs and pawed calf for attention.

"Hi baby!" Claudia said, picking him up. "I missed you."

She hadn't seen the old pupper since she started her training in San Francisco. She watched him while Calum was on tour but when it was time for her to pack up their things for the move, Duke was taken to Calum's ex, the one that was with him at the time Duke was adopted.

Claudia gave him a few more kisses and set him back down on the ground. She turned to Calum as she opened the folder.

She took out a check and slid it across the counter.

"Thanks to the brand deals and the money I get off Youtube, I have enough to pay you back for that semester at USC you paid when I started grad school. I added an extra ten grand to cover my expenses while I lived with you" She explained. Then she pulled out the paperwork for the house. "I talked to Miriam and she said I can stay at her place until I find a new apartment. So you can call your realtor to–"

"That's your house Claudia." Calum spoke up. "When I bought it, I signed it over to you."

"Was this before or after your label told you to dump my ass?” She asked him. She continued without letting him respond. “I think what hurts the most is that you thought of ending things with me before even talking to me about it so we could have found a solution." Claudia said quietly. She wiped her face and sniffled. "We talked about starting a family… getting married."

“I wish I went about things differently. Maybe there’s a way for us to be together without my fans or the label knowing.” he said, reaching over for her hands but she pulled them away and crossed her arms.

“No. I respect myself just a bit more than I love you, Calum.” she scoffed. “My family and I went through so much shit when people found out I was with you. My dream school rescinded my grad school application because your fans circulated fake tweets. My dad almost lost his restaurant because your fans left bad reviews, the same thing happened with Danny. And you want to pretend to be broken up? Are you fucking serious?”

Calum stayed quiet. He knew she was right, and she didn’t even mention the horrific tweets that were being said about her just because she was Mexican. The band as a whole had to make a statement and denounce any racist comments towards Claudia and her family.

After a few seconds of silence she stood from her chair. “I, um, I’m gonna go pack up my things. Not to mention I want the videos we made back.”

“You distrust me that much? You think I would think I would leak something so personal?" Calum asked her in an annoyed tone.

"Yeah, I do." Claudia said bluntly, getting up from her chair.

"It's not like you're just in them; I'm in them too." He pointed out.

"But I have more to lose than you."

"I don't think it's fair."

Claudia turned and walked toward him. "You know what isn't fair. Trusting your partner of three years. Thinking he always had your best interests and that he would do what was best for your relationship. Only to find out that he was willing to throw away three fucking years with you just to appease his management." Her anger grew. She pointed at him. "I fucking trusted you! I gave myself to you! I did everything right to prove to you that I am loyal, that I fucking love you! You fucking ruined it! But you want to talk about how I'm being unfair because I want our videos back? You're a fucking piece of work."

Claudia stormed off to their once shared bedroom, but Calum stayed behind to let their emotions cool off for a bit. After a few minutes, he went to their bedroom. He found Claudia on the rug silently crying while holding a picture of them at a family party. Unsure on what to do, he just sat next to her.

“Why couldn't you just be upfront with me, Cal?” Claudia asked. “We could have figured something else”

“I don’t know, but I want you to know that I didn’t want this,” he said quietly. “I’m so sorry I put you through this. You don’t deserve any of this.”

“I know.” she nodded.

“Maybe we can try to work this out.”

“I need time to process everything. Maybe it’s good that we’re ending things. You have your tour and album to worry about. I have my job starting soon."

"Whatever you choose, I'll respect that. But for now I'll wait for you, Claudia." Calum pushed himself off the floor and went into their once shared closet. He pressed the code to his safe and grabbed the flash drives containing his and Claudia's sextapes. "Here."

"Thanks." She said, taking them and storing them in her bag.

"I'm gonna go to Ashton's while you finish up." He said. He leaned into the door frame and lingered. He cleared his throat. "Claudia…"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I'll text you when I'm done."

Calum nodded. He grabbed his things that he was going to need then got in his car. He sat there for a few seconds and decided to opt out of going to Ashton's and just wander around.

He drove around for a long time like in the movies and shows where one character is in place doing one thing while everything around them changes. Time passed amd Calum didn't really pay attention to the road. He felt himself grow tired. All his emotions from the last few days fell into his shoulders. His eyes got heavy, making it harder for him to–

The car jolted, several cars honked, startling him. He gasped and clutched his chest. Calum sat up and looked at his surroundings. A huge weight lifted off his shoulder when he saw he wasn't driving.

"That car got in front of me without signaling." Claudia said shakily. "Did I wake you?"

"Yes, but thank fuck you did." Calum said, reaching for her hand. "I had a fucking nightmare."

"Did you have that one recurring nightmare where there's a global pandemic and you get me pregnant?" She asked, looking over shoulder to switch lanes.

"No, I had one where we broke up over some dumb shit management made me do." He told her.

"Ni nos mande Dios," she said, crossing herself. "Not to mention your new management loves me because I give y'all free promo when Luke and Michael make appearances in my reactions."

"Pull over."

"Cal, there's no parking."

"Claudia, please."

She did as told. To their luck a Tesla pulled out of a parking spot, so Claudia quickly claimed it.

"Get out." He said.

"Okay…" Claudia nodded with slight hesitation.

She got out and went to him. Calum pulled her to his chest and tightly wrapped his arms around her. He buried his face into the crook of her neck. He let go and lovingly cupped her face.

"I fucking love you, and I'm never letting you go." He said.

"I fucking love you, too." Claudia said. "And there's no way I'm gonna let you let me go. Fourteen year old me would beat my ass."

Calum laughed and kissed her. "I'm yours for as long as you want me."

"Lucky for you, I want you forever and ever."

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toomuchracket · 8 months

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dad matty would get so upset if baba wanted to start straightening her hair in her pre-teens

omg noooooo this made me so emo for some reason. thinking she's like 12 and matty's giving some impassioned rant at dinner about how self-expression is important and it's normal - good, even - for young people to experiment with style and try new things and all that. neither you nor baba are quite sure how he ended up there, considering she was talking to you about her maths homework beforehand, but you roll with it. and it's all pleasant, until baba totally innocently says "well, there is something i wanted to try, looks-wise. can i try straightening my hair?"; matty's face drops, and his lip genuinely starts trembling like he's about to cry as he says "oh. do you... not like your curly hair, munchkin?", and you could honestly kick him because your daughter's face drops to match his as she's like "that's not it, dad, honest! i just want to experiment a bit, like you said. i've never had straight hair at all. but i love my curls! you know that". matty's slightly appeased, but he still looks glumly at his empty plate, and then grumpily at you when you say "if you want to try straightening, sweetheart, then you should. god knows your dad and i have both done it. and don't look at me like that, matty, you were the one literally just ranting about experimenting with style. we're only talking straighteners, not something more permanent like bleach or dye". and matty raises his eyebrows like "that's true. yeah. ok", and you think he's over the initial sadness, but then he continues "nobody's trying to force you into changing your hair, right, munchkin? none of your friends, or people at school? you're not doing it to get someone's attention, are you? because you KNOW you should never change for other people like that. and also you're too young for a relationship" - you and baba eye-roll in complete sync, and she's like "dad. i'm half you and half mum. there's no WAY anyone's telling or influencing me what to do". you all have a laugh at that, and matty's like "fair enough, sweetheart, fair enough. alright. if you want to straighten your hair, go for it. it's on YOUR head, after all, you can do what you like lol".

the straightening process itself happens a couple of days later, and because your daughter's hair is so curly it takes a MINUTE. she comes to you with it soaking wet and asks you to help, so you painstakingly blow-dry it with a big paddle brush - you both agree that it's weird not using a diffuser on her hair - before you get the straighteners out. both of you thought matty would be too busy being emo about his baby girl's hair to actually get involved in the styling process, but he comes into her room anyway and chats to you while you straighten - he's like "it's actually quite scary how alike the two of you look once my hair genetics are out of the way. good for you though, munchkin, that you take after your beautiful mother", which is cute, and then exactly 0.2 seconds later he's like "wait babe side-part her hair and give her an emo fringe lol". the duality of man fr. once it's done, you all crowd round the mirror to look at baba's hair, which looks great; the first thing she says, though, is "that took so long. i don't know if i can be bothered doing it again for a long time", to which matty's internally like "YES". you're like "look how long your hair actually is! wow!", and she's like "i know, i'm so surprised at that. it's so weird to think that that's MY hair" - matty's like "but it is, and it really does look amazing. YOU look amazing, my darling", and baba smirks like "well, yeah, of course" lmao. she might not have his hair in that moment, but she's definitely her father's daughter <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #dad!matty #literal d word #birthday baby

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corruption w trey parker

note;; uhm this actually started as like a blurb but i got carried away :(( trey makes my mind go blank i just need him so bad

warnings!!;; sucking treys dick, praise, like a pinch of degradation, slightly tipsy trey n reader, she/her pronouns used, begging………. i think that’s all ok bye!!

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u and trey have been friends for a really long time! for almost 5 years, long enough to where there is a mutual attraction but both parties are scared to act on it in fear of ruining a perfectly good friendship. and throughout all those years,, trey has been partying, doing drugs and doing not so innocent things. u stayed home and focused on ur career, honestly u weren’t even aware of all the dirty things he’d been up to!!

one day you guys bump into each other and he offers to take you out for a drink so u two could catch up, and the alcohol loosened him up, so he told you EVERYTHING he had been up to, recounting all of the pleasurable experiences he had that he could remember.

u were left speechless and flustered. u were a shy person, u had maybe 2 sexual encounters in ur life that were very vanilla and honestly boring and unremarkable. as trey was talking u couldn’t help but imagine yourself with him. u being in those girls places, u being the one called a whore or you being the one facefucked.

trey noticed ur silence and ur red cheeks. “what’s up? are you uncomfortable?” he was quick to put his hand on ur shoulder and stare at u, waiting for a response. the worry in his eyes made ur heart melt and you were reminded of how much u truly wanted him. “oh! no not at all actually! i’m just thinking.. i haven’t had any rememberable .. sex experiences. you have so many!” trey sighed in relief at your answer and slid his hand down your arm. he had a wicked smile on his face and he pondered for a second, he was planning something. “that’s okay. it’s okay.. i’m free tonight and i could take you home and show you a time worth remembering. if that’s okay with you?”

you agreed. you had been waiting years to finally hang out with trey. your little crush on him had grown so much over the years and you loved just being around him. spending quality time with him. you loved just being in his presence, being able to smell his cologne or see his face up close and not on the tv. you hadn’t even realized he was talking about sex initially. you only realized when he had you go into his room. he followed behind and shut the door behind him. you looked back and locked eyes with trey, who was smiling and looking at you in an almost evil way.

all he could think about was getting you on your knees in front of him, having you stare up at him and obeying everything he said. he had been waiting for years to have an opportunity to do this. he always thought of how much of a good girl you were, and how he wanted to corrupt your mind. he wanted to be able to have you at his mercy.

he walked over to you and gently took your face in his hands and put his mouth on yours. the alcohol on his breath while he felt you up had you starstruck. you warmed into the kiss and reached up, grabbing his bleached hair. he groaned and was quick to grab your hips and pull them into his. you don’t remember the last time you felt so eager for something. you moved your hands from his hair and reached for his belt, trying to frantically take it off. but before you could he grabbed your hands. “not so fast, if you need it that bad you need to show me and beg for it.”

you were confused and stared up at him, your face red with embarrassment. you were used to men just giving it you without foreplay or anything. you expected to get trey so fast. “i know baby, i know.. just get on your knees and beg, okay? i know you’ll do so well.” he put his hands on your shoulders and gently pushed you down. you quickly followed and got down on your knees.

you didn’t know what to do. you put your hands on your lap and looked around as you got progressively flustered. trey noticed your uneasiness and squated down, gently grabbing your hands and massaging them. “i need you to start begging. you want this cock, right?” he asked. you quickly looked at him and nodded, sitting up a little so you were more level with him. “alright, beg for it then.” he had said before standing back up.

his crotch was face level with you and you gently palmed his cock through his clothes. “trey.. please? please…” you had whispered. “speak up. also try harder than that for me. just ‘please’ wont do it for me. beg like you need it. like you’ll die without it.” he pushed your hand away from his crotch and held his belt with both of his hands.

“please!! trey you don’t understand, i need it so bad… been waiting years to finally be with you n do this.. trey i need your cock, i’ll go crazy without it!” you grasped at his pants and stared up at him, pulling at his pants. he said nothing as he undid his belt, only bothering to pull his pants n boxers halfway down before pulling his cock out.

it was big. bigger than you had expected. it was a sight for sore eyes, made you start to drool. “i’ll teach you how to suck cock. i can tell you never have.” he has said without even thinking twice, holding your hair up with his hands. you wanted to be mad at him for saying that, but he was right. you were totally inexperienced. “ok sweetness, i’m going to guide you with my hands. if it’s too much, touch my leg.” he mumbled before bringing your head forward. you opened your mouth and took his tip into your mouth, gently sucking on it before going any further. he grunted and his knees buckled, “fuck, feels so good already..” he continued pushing your head down just a bit more. he held your head still and slowly thrusted in and out of your mouth, never going all the way down. “fuck!” he whimpered, just staring down at your face. “your mouth was made for this.. your mouth was made for my cock n mine only..”

he continued this way for a while before he decided you were okay to go rougher. all of the sudden, he pushed his cock down your throat slowly. you gagged and tried to pull off. “breathe… through your nose..” he grunted, his grip on your hair getting tighter. he was constantly making noises and twitching. you had spit around your mouth and dripping down your chin, you looked pathetic and he took every second of it in. you were a fucking mess and you knew it, but you loved it. you loved being a slut for trey.

it wasn’t much longer before he had came down your throat, pushing your head down as far as you could take it. he got loud, moaning and grunting loud enough to sound like yelling. he pulled out and stared down at you. “you were born for this, god i could use your throat any fucking day.” there was a mixture of cum, tears, spit and sweat all over your face. you wanted to respond to him, but you were too fucked up to think of any words. you were just desperate for him to fuck you like a whore. to fuck you like you didn’t matter to him. he knew this. “okay alright.. go ahead and stand up n get on the bed.”

#trey parker #trey parker smut #smut #matt stone #matt stone smut #baseketballera #yum #corruptionissojfhdgvhjhgh #idk what im doing #what tags do i even put here #uhm

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HONEY & SPICE won the girls their FIRST MUSIC SHOW WIN! It was a very memorable experience for the girls. Yoona and Cupid both broke down into tears after hearing the news while Meilli and Sooah just stood in shock. The girls celebrated with a small off camera party with staff in which a few locals caught glimpses of the girls at a small bar in Seoul with there manager.

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SWEET VER :: outbox 292 x 188.5 x 22mm + photobook (60 photos) + one out of two random group poster + dvd (48 minutes) + 1 sheets of stickers + 2 out of 60 random member photocard.

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–– First music show win for the girls!!!

–– HONEY & SPICED placed 24th on the chart. I WANNA DASH placed 43rd and UNTOUCHABLE PLACED 52nd.

–– Magical era honestly

-- All the girls had natural hair colours expect for Hinata who sported a muted red and Meilli who had bleached her hair blonde.

-- The girls appeared in 2 advertisements in this era. One for the brand LENS ME, a eye contact brand, in which the all 6 of the girls appeared in their newest launch of their eye wear. And the second ad being a skincare brand Mediheal, in which both Yoona and Cupid modelled for.

-- I'M THE STANDARD, Melly's debut song mv, reached 10 million views on YouTube.

-- While performing their tittle track at a festival, a fan launched a glass container on stage, hitting Meilli in the head. Though the glass did not break, Meilli was visibly hurt from the impact. Clutching her head and eventually having to be helped off stage by staff.

-- Dating rumour alert alert!!! Nancy was spotted leaving a restaurant with seventeens Dino.

-- Nancy later addressing the rumours on Instagram live, is defiantly the highlight of this mini album era for some Jellies. *Nancy are you dating Dino?????* Nancy blinks slowly, reading the comment over again. "What" she responds blankly. Blinking again. "Where, what and how did you guys come up with that conclusion" she laughs, leaning back in her chair.

-- People were freaking out about her one meeting with Dino when no one was talking about the multiple time she met up with Ryujin from itzy or Gyuri from dread end, sad honestly.

-- Yoona also got herself involved in a dating scandal however hers was a little over shadowed, fans took it as netizens being over dramatic. The situation was her making eye contact with Lee Know from stray kids. They both attended the same event and whilst there made eye contact for exactly 0.1 seconds. Netizens lost it.

-- Cupid teased a photo of a song clip on Instagram, captioned 'You'll never guess what ill release soon". Breaking down the caption, Jellies assume shes preparing for a solo debut!

-- She also received criticism from blinks, because recently Blackpinks Jennie teased a similar photo of a song clip.

-- the girls did a lot of dance challenges with other idols. Jellies joked that Hinata was trying to collect every Honeyco artist because she only did their Honey and Spice dance challenge with idols in Honeyco (and their ceo!).

#꒰ঌᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ໒꒱ ⋆ don't be tricked ☁️ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ discography 🩰#fictional idol group #fictional kpop group #fictional oc community #idol oc #kpop au #kpop oc #idolverse #fake kpop gg #fake kpop group

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staceymcgillicuddy · 1 year

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Day 3: Candy Hearts

A #hellcheervalentinesweek ficlet in which Miss Chris is the delinquent, for once.

Chrissy sees her locker before Eddie does. Goes stiff as a board beneath the arm he has slung around her shoulders, which shuts him up. Turns off the ol’ conversational spigot entirely as they stop in the middle of the morning crowd and stare.

There are oversized candy hearts glued to the grey metal. Someone has overlaid their faded, pastel messages with Sharpie, though. One letter per heart, spelling S L U T and W H O R E and F R E A K. Because it’s Valentine’s Day, and this school is a cesspit.

“Fuck me,” he mutters, stepping forward to lean against the locker, all casual like he can’t hear the giggling morons in pastel jumpsuits who’ve clearly been waiting around for Chrissy to find today’s means of torment.

“It’s fine,” she says, and though her cheeks have gone pink, there’s something flinty and hard in her expression when she nudges him out of the way. “I need my Biology book.”

“Chrissy…”

“I said it’s fine. It’s just candy.”

To prove her point, she scrapes a fingernail across the S in slut, and while some of the sugary substance sticks, most of it dissolves into powder. He takes care of the rest while she retrieves her book, and while the outline of the hearts is still visible when she shuts the door, the cruelty of the message has disappeared.

“Hiiiiii, Chrissy,” trills Kristin McCullough, the bleach-blonde ringleader of the bunch. Jason’s new girl, the new head cheerleader, the psychopath who stepped up to fulfill Chrissy’s prescribed high school role when she involuntarily took a step back.

Well, sort of involuntarily. The breakdown hadn’t been her fault. The dismantling of her entire life that followed in its wake, though? That was all Chrissy.

“Kristin,” Chrissy says coolly, then reaches for Eddie’s hand. “C’mon, Eddie.”

“Sure, yeah,” he says, and walks her to class, not fully understanding whatever girl code was just communicated in eyebrow raises and sneers, but knowing that a message was sent all the same.

Eddie’s so fucking sick of that girl. Kristin’s taken it as her personal mission to make the remainder of Chrissy’s high school experience hell simply because she’s choosing not to conform to some arbitrary, preppy standard any longer. Insults and whispers and pranks and death by a thousand cuts.

Three months until graduation. Eddie’s counting the hours.

The rest of the day passes without incident, and any weight on Chrissy’s shoulders lifts the moment she steps into the trailer. Technically, she’s not living there, but considering she hasn’t been home in three weeks… yeah. She kind of is.

They do their homework—she’s as insistent as Wayne that he graduates—and watch a movie before going to bed, where they have sex that’s sweet and slow because it doesn’t have to be furtive and fast. A novelty and a gift, as far as Eddie’s concerned.

The following day, she’s up with the dawn, murmuring something about going for a run into his ear. Okay for some people, he supposes, as he hauls the blanket over his head and sleeps until Chrissy shakes him awake.

Things are already abuzz when they step through a side door and into the hallway. Whispers and titters and oh, God, he's gonna kill Kristin, chick or not, he really is.

Only, there’s nothing wrong with Chrissy’s locker. The heart residue from the day before, sure, but no sewage dripping out the vents or spoiled milk left to rot over a weekend.

As it happens, the source of the drama is Kristin herself, who’s weeping openly in front of her own locker, her hand on her heart, while her friends crowd around.

“You!” Kristin shrieks when she sees Chrissy. “You did this! You and that freak boyfriend!”

Stepping back, Kristin gestures, and Eddie sees it. A S S H O L E, larger than life, scraped past the paint and into the metal of the locker below. There’s no painting over that sort of damage; they’ll have to replace the lockers.

Everything gets kind of wild after that. Miss Kelly and one of the science teachers are the first on the scene. Though Eddie and Chrissy are interrogated separately, nobody can prove they did anything, despite Kristin’s screeched protests. A search of their bags and lockers turns up nothing, and since Eddie’s stopped bringing weed to school, his van’s clean, too.

“Why don’t you search Kristin’s locker for candy hearts and Sharpies?” he says at one point, which gets him detention that’s less about what he said and more about Higgins being angry he can’t suspend him for vandalization.

At last, they’re released with a warning and sent to class. Eddie suffers through his detention after school, and Chrissy waits for him in the van.

“You did it this morning, right?” he asks as he pulls out of the parking lot. “On your run?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Seriously?” It doesn’t take a genius to figure out; he keeps a sharpened pocketknife in his nightstand, and she has access. The rest is just details.

She looks down at her hands, and she's fighting back a smile. “Eddie, don't be silly. But I am sorry you got detention."

Tagging @amandaashplease for event visibility. Thanks for reading, friends, and if you'd like more fic, I have some work on AO3.

#hellcheervalentinesweek #fanfic #hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #eddissy #edissy #microfiction #valentine's day #event #tumblr fiction

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zabiume · 5 months

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sorry if this is any way discouraging… not exactly the word im going … offending? jdjdjdjd I just wanted to say hearing when you say that a fic like the ichiishihime one it took a lot of time and how you wrote it slowly! like it was… very inspiring to see to me. because fjjfjf writing is v difficult and i always get frustrated when I write slow and i keep hitting blocks (honestly most of the time it’s not even blocks but more like it’s those fics that just a bit of marinating in between of working on it) but seeing how much your writing is so good and how much I really really love it. It making me more appreciate of writing slow, despite how much I want to get the end and get frustrated when there’s no progress for months or ahaha a year and more. it doesn’t feel like im alone in it and like — I love your writing so much and it makes me wonder, why can’t I love and take pride in my own too in all its slowness. as the craft of writing is like that sometimes

JDJDJJD I DO NOT IF I GOT THSI ACROSS WELL… but just! wanted to thank you! your writing inspires a lot in me with how you write bleach characters and everything. just! thank you 🥺💞

this was not offensive at ALL, don't worry! rather, i'm very touched you said this because if this is the message my writing process is sending then i am very, very happy about that!

i'm not sure if you can relate to this, specifically, but i think for a lot of working/studying people, we're very used to having deadlines and having to be "on" all the time that maybe some of it seeps into our attitude regarding our hobbies as well. i don't mean this in a kids-these-days way, but we are also in a culture of fast consumption lately with streaming and binging, where it seems unnatural to spend YEARS with a series — even though that was a pretty normal thing to do only a few years ago😅 the urgency of that kind of gives the impression that you have a limited window of time to stay "relevant" before people stop being interested in your work and move onto something else!

BUT. the thing about fandoms is that they are alive forever. even if everyone else has moved on, there's always going to be at least one rando on the internet writing fic and one japanese artist on twitter still dropping renaissance level masterpieces. which is all to say....the pressure to write fast is the devil talking and we must NEVER listen to it!!! there is no deadline and even if you feel like there is, there are going to be days where you have IRL commitments that keep you busy. and sometimes you might have an entire afternoon off but still be unable to come up with a single word. my creativity has always arrived in random streaks and if i'm free, i try my best to take advantage of it and put it all on a doc. if i'm not feeling creatively inspired, i don't write at all, i just do something else that i enjoy doing.

believe it or not, when i was writing A Combination of Factors, there were WEEKS where i only wrote 2-3 sentences a day. yeah, that's slow, but i still put it out eventually, right? the chadhime training scene in Therein Lies the Heart was actually something spinning in my head since 2019 (when i got back into the bleach fandom again) but i only managed to work it into a story earlier this year.

the reason i'm giving these examples is because sometimes it's good to sit on an idea for a while, even if the urge to share a good thing instantly is definitely understandable! more often than not, you'll get more good ideas you can add to the story and build it in a better, satisfying way. i know this from experience because there are a lot of stories that i was so excited to share that i jumped the gun and then later thought, "damn, i still had more left in me." not that i regret it because i go in, add it anyway and then update the author's notes in case any re-readers get confused by the extra content that definitely wasn't here last time :D my policy on that is: it's fanfic, who cares, i make the rules. it also helps to have more than one WIP so you can always have something else to work on if you feel like writing but this one particular story is giving you trouble.

anyway, i love the part where you mentioned taking pride in your own work because i think you definitely should! even if no one loves your fic but you, you still deserve to pat yourself on the back because ONE WHOLE PERSON enjoyed your story! the important thing, as i always say, is to be deeply involved and self-indulgent with it! 💖

#this is very kind thanks for taking the time to send it :') i hope you find yourself creatively inspired whenever you want to be #and that you write things that make you happy – no matter how long it takes!#be slow at it be bad at it be cringe etc etc. you make the rules and you get to break them!#idk why this got so long but thanks again💖 have a lovely week💖#asks

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