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#ik he’s older than them BUT DUDE
sophfandoms53 · 1 year
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I keep thinking about how aggressively tall Hunter is compared to the rest of his friends. The way he literally just towers over all of them never ceases to amuse me.
Like look at this
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This kid is like a fucking tree-oh wait
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angelamontoo · 1 year
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Listening to The Lodger again for the first time in a while(and man! I forgot how good petes performance is in it) and I got to thinking
When you guys listen to petes radio stuff do you still imagine him looking like Peter Lorre(I definitely do)
And as a bonus question for if you answered 'Yes' to the first, when you listen to Radio adaptions of Peters films, do you imagine him looking the exact same as he did in the film or slightly different?
#peter lorre#radio#the lodger#the avenger#man! this guys one of petes most genuinely unsettling characters to me#whoever voiced the newsie kid who announces the murder needs a slap on the back of the head though#why are you doing a shitty bronx accent kid?? this takes place in london you should be doing a shitty cockney accent ffs#but anyway ive been thinking about the second question cause I've noticed that pete plays all of his radio versions of character he already#played slightly differently than he portrayed them in the og film and it does kind of make me see them differently#in the radio version of c&p for example rods seems less dignified or sensitive to me#so i kind of see him as generally scragglier and a bit more gaunt#also maybe a bit older but thats more to do with when the radio version was recorded than anything#ik ive jokingly complained about cairo being turned into just some guy in the radio version of tmf#but i do kinda genuinely just imagine him looking like some dude in that version#still played by peter but with straight hair and either just a regular suit or like slacks and a button shirt#a bit like kismet or gino tbh#leyden i still see as more or less the same#i feel like of those three characters hes the least different in the radio version#hes less naive and reacts to things in general a bit more like how most people typically would#but idk he doesnt feel different enough for my mind to conjure up a radically different image of him#maybe radio show leyden wears normal ties more often idk
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Ik you're working hard on the next nycv chapter buuuuuut if it's okay can i ask for more cute pre-isekai!batsis stuff with the batboys 🥺 if you're okay with it ofc!
Oh I'm always down for writing stuff about NYCV, sure I'll do like some bullet points or something
Not a chapter but y'all get some NYCV stuff too! Also to those who haven't read it this should be readable without having prior knowledge of the series so feel free to sit back and enjoy some Batboys fluff!
Tag list since it's technically NYCV content: @gabytodd @peachydokii @marshmallow12435 @f0leysgurl @luminaaz @lolsnacks @akuri-shinsou @pansinspace @time-shardz @lovely-maryj @urminebutidontwantyou @y3oudsc @rainnyydaysworld  @underworlder @franini @mayo-0-o 
NYCV!Batsis & the Batboys
[Not Your Classic Vigilante Masterlist]
Dick Grayson
As we all know, he's the first batsib, talk about a high bar to reach (ba dum tss), and luckily for you he was an amazing older brother.
Fun where it counts, doting 24/7, protective when the situation calls for it, and stern when he has to be. There's a reason why you looked up to him more than your father in some regards.
Whenever he's off on a mission somewhere far away, he sends you postcards. You keep them in a box under your bed and you haven't thrown a single one away! Each card had a cheesy joke written on them, something to make you smile while he was gone is how he signed them all off with.
There was one time he was on 'Babysitter Duty' (as they later put it) and you ended up staging a bank robbery in the ballroom while he played the Boy Wonder (of course) who saved the day! (Poor Alfred was nominated to be Condiment King).
He's actually insufferable, his coworkers used to hate him because of how often he'd pull his phone/wallet/photobook/whatever could physically hold your picture just to gush and say "Look at my baby sister isn't she perfect?!" "Dude, that's, like, a whole ass teenager" "Shut up."
Although you'd always shown interest in his vigilante work, up until after the whole "I will never be a vigilante thing" much later, Dick was always very very careful in keeping you away from it. Hell, you didn't even know he was a Robin until you wandered into his room one evening when he came back from patrol.
By the time you'd figured him out, he did everything he could to keep you away from harm's way. You just weren't trained to handle yourself, and Dick would be a leader before he was your brother, as much as he'd hate to admit it. So, to keep you safe, he kept you away.
But, when he was there, he made sure to be the best older brother you could ask for. Gifts, advice, jokes, confidants, anything you'd ask. After all, he had competition.
Jason Todd
AKA, the Competition. He's the next batsib you got and so far he apparently holds the title for 'Best Sibling' (according to a ranking system you didn't know about that's being score kept by Alfred, in second place is Cass, for those wondering).
If Dick was the doting older brother then Jason was the annoying one. The kind of brother to open the door to your room, stare at you for five minutes, and walk away like nothing happened. The kind of brother to pull a 'I'm not even bothering you!' kind of move.
But, when it comes down to it, oh this dude's taking a bullet for you. I mentioned it once in the story but he'd always wanted a younger sister and bam he got one, sure he thought you were a spoiled brat at first (and in some ways you were) but hell he's damn sure he'll keep you that way if it meant you'd always be, well, you.
There were some days he'd wonder what it would be like if you'd switched places. If he was the one with the silver spoon and you were the Gotham street rat and nope, shake that thought out of his head. Without you he's sure he'd have gone off the deep end in this vigilante shit.
As much as you'd argue that you both secretly hated each other, you'd remember the time when Jason broke his hand punching Conner Kent in the face. He'd just come back to the family and while you were both getting caught up, you let slip that you broke up because he fell in love with someone else and... whoops. Good thing Tim was there to talk some sense into him.
For the record, Conner did lose his footing, but he argues it's because he was caught off guard, while Jason swears up and down it's because the Lazarus Pit made him stronger, or something like that. You try not to think about it, you're surprised you're still allowed within Titan tower.
He'd never admit it, but of the batsibs he actually knows you best. If the others have questions about what you'd like or how you'd react to something they'd ask Jason. He'd always answer in a way that would wave them off, but he's never been wrong.
Jason, as cold-shouldered as he could be, he has a soft spot for you. If he ever saw you in trouble he's definitely going to step between whatever's going on, don't doubt him on that.
Tim Drake
The first younger brother and, in his argument, therefore the best. Ironically since he was the first younger one you did dote on him a little too much, being the one "good cop" figure in the manor while he was training to be a Robin.
Of course, though you were on the civilian side of things, he actually looked up to you in ways he never could with Dick or Bruce. While they're mainly for the vigilante stuff, you're just there to make sure he doesn't forget who he is: Timothy Drake and not just a Robin.
You were really trying to replicate what your older brothers did for you with Tim, though it was only a little more difficult with his background. Hard to get gifts for someone who probably already has it, and hard to keep secrets and surprises from someone who's good at figuring them out, but you always figured out a way, and those ways always made him happy to see.
Thursdays are Tim and (Y/N) days, everyone in the family knows it. It started out as a mini tradition to get Tim out of the house every now and then and soon it became routine, it was the time you both took to catch up with each other and this especially became true after you went to college. Those times were precious for him, and he always looked forward to it.
Until, that is, other members started crashing it. It started with Dick coincidentally running into you both and suddenly now Jason's already sitting at your booth? And Stephanie? And Cass? Barbara?! What happened to Tim and (Y/N) time?!
But, he had to admit, it was rare to see them all getting along well like this. He couldn't complain, as long as you all got to spend time together that's all that mattered. And, in the end, it was always you two anyway. You are one of his greatest confidants, and he is one of yours likewise. Despite the short age gap, you often found that you shared a lot in common with him. Maybe it was because of your similar backgrounds, or maybe it was because you doted on him so much.
Tim looks up to you. More than you think, and more that you'd expect. Every time you reminded him that you were just a civilian part of it seemed wrong to him. You're as much a part of the family as he is, or as anyone is, and usually it would be him to remind you of that when he caught you distancing yourself again.
You couldn't hide anything from each other, you could read him so easily and he was just good at finding things out. And when it came to being middle siblings, well, that's a pact in and of itself.
Damian Wayne
When you'd heard about getting another younger brother, a blood related one at that, you were ecstatic. Of course, you had Tim, but Tim had his responsibilities to the Drakes too, Damian was a Wayne and so were you, it was a little different.
Sure, his appearance was... sudden. His first impressions not so great either, but you could read him well. He was so young when he came into your father's care and underneath the harsh training and the poisoned words was still that little boy he is and you were determined to help him remember that it was okay to be a boy.
Taking him to the arcade, buying him books, and treating him out for meals were just a few points off of a list of things you've done to make him feel comfortable. You're not a vigilante, you can't help him with training or anything else, but you can help him in other ways and you tried to show that to him.
It took forever. Maybe about a year or so for him to finally open up to you, but once he did it was like a triumph to you, and you knew that you did well when one day you woke up and saw him fast asleep at the foot of your bed, still clad in pajamas and eyes slightly puffy from whatever happened the night before. He's still a boy. You'd remind that to everyone when necessary.
After a while, he would come to you to ask about civilian things, troubles at school, troubles with making friends, and even troubles at galas. And every time you were there to help him out, giving him a few tips and tricks on how to avoid the paprazzi, maybe a clue here and there about what to look out for when looking for friends, and, of course, study tips so he didn't lose his mind in academy.
One day, while waiting to pick him up, there was a knock at your window. It was a woman you'd never seen before. She wore a headscarf that covered her hair and a pair of sunglasses that partially concealed her identity and, hell, if you didn't know any better you'd think that was your own mother. But something told you that she wasn't there to just say hello and, naively, you opened your door and let her in.
She sat at the passenger's seat, everything about her poised and elegant to the point that you were near in awe at her disposition and, quietly, she spoke, "thank you, for everything you've done for Damian." Talia al Ghul, she had to be, why else would she be here? You hadn't heard much about her, you'd barely even seen a few pictures of her from Damian's belongings, but here she was. "Of course," you'd answer, "I know it's not the same, but I know a little bit of how it feels to be alone." And to this she nodded, with a small smile, and with one glance out the car she left, moments later being replaced by Damian.
"So, where are we going today?" He'd ask. You'd give him a list of places, ask him to choose one, and you'd head there with him in tow. One of his favorites had always been the park.
Bonus: Bruce Wayne
I had to include bat-dad. Despite how I write him, he actually really is a good father, just not in the way you'd expect him to be. Y'all hold out for his arc, I promise it will be good!
When you were first dropped off at the manor, you didn't know what to expect from him. He was this huge imposing figure who was clad in black with a scowl on his face, you thought he hated you already. You were so young at the time, how could you have known any better?
Whenever he spoke to you, he'd crouch down and speak in a gentle voice. Whenever you'd ask him of something, even if it seemed like he didn't hear you, you'd see your answer within the next few days. He'd build you a whole other manor if you asked for it.
If only he wasn't so busy, juggling his role as CEO and Batman, he barely had enough time for the both of those, let alone time to raise a daughter, but he tried to show you that he was there in other ways. Fully funding your schooling was a given, but whenever you'd show interest in anything suddenly you'd see more of it in the manor.
When you'd expressed to Dick that you were interested in the piano, you found one in the house the next day. When you'd told Jason that you wanted to read more of a certain author, her entire collection was in the library. You once told Tim that you wanted to go to Metropolis U for college and, out of nowhere, there was an offer for a full ride. You and Damian used to go over to the Kent's to play a certain video game since neither of you had the time to bring it over and, would you look at that, the manor now has a game room.
A series of misunderstandings is what plagued this relationship. One from a father who barely felt the love of a parent and the other from a daughter who vyed for it. You both found your own way of communicating with each other, and it wasn't until the very end where it got strained.
But could you blame him?
You called him a monster.
You didn't even let him explain himself.
But, truthfully, even if you did...
He wasn't sure if you'd understand it.
Hell, he didn't even understand it himself.
All he felt was the heartbreak of realizing he made a mistake that couldn't be undone.
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angelicyouth · 9 months
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Lavender ; Chapter 2
⇢ pairing: stan marsh x broflovski!reader
⇢ genre: summer romance ; soulmates AU
⇢ synopsis: ❝You looked forward to attending the sleepy, beachside town's famous carnival every summer. But not because you got to see your cousins or your friends after a year of not seeing them—it was to see the boy behind the ring toss booth.❞
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// FIFTEEN:
“I fucking saw that, you dirty little cheat!” Clyde’s screeching loudly interrupts the otherwise tranquil heat of the afternoon, the boys and you gathered around your cousin’s backyard with your feet dipped inside Ike’s inflatable kiddie pool filled with water.
“If what you saw is all the nasty ass spit flying out of your mouth from all your fucking complaining then sure, Clyde—that’s what you saw!” Craig barks back as he roughly hands the yelling brunette his half of their shared popsicle, your tongue leisurely lapping at the sweetness of the one that you split with Tweek.
The two of you are leisurely sitting next to one another, your head comfortably resting against the blonde’s shoulder as you both lazily watch your bickering friends. You can feel Tweek’s damp locks of hair against your own as his head leans against the top of yours, perspiration beading at the hairline of the whole group yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to care with this almost torturous heat.
The sleepy beachside town has been met with sweltering temperatures that exceeded last year’s, causing the boys to be greedy with their ice cream and easily irritable with the weather. There was an operating fan in every room of your friend’s houses (except for Tolkien and his fully functioning air conditioning system) to which all of you yelled at Clyde when he unplugged one just to charge his phone.
Nothing deters the brunette as he yells out, “I’ll look for a fucking magnifying glass and a ruler just to prove to you that you made your half bigger than mine, asshole—I swear I will!”
But before the ravenette can make a scathing retort back, the glass sliding door leading to the house opens as Tolkien roughly chucks a newly bought box of frozen sweets at the wailing jock. All future responses are cut off as their hands hurriedly fumble to save the package before it falls into the water, the promise of more ice cream after this one ending their argument as their mouths wrap around their snack.
After devouring the rest of the popsicles, you all hop onto your bikes to race each other to the beach with the threat of the last person there having to stuff seaweed into their swimsuit. Not only that, but they have to go up to a random person of the opposite gender to try to get their number.
Your stomach hurts from laughing too hard when Clyde gets pushed towards his designated pile of soggy seaweed on the sand after losing, his nose crinkling up in disgust when a wet squelch signals its success in finding its temporary home. It makes him look like he has a full diaper on, the sight of it only fitting the childish pout resting on his face.
“What the fuck ever! This makes it look like I have some gnarly pubes or my dick isn’t as small as Craig’s micropenis!” The brunette snickers as he swiftly dodges the ravenette’s predictably upcoming kick, the rest of you watching as his earlier bravado suddenly disappears when a few older girls begin to giggle with numerous obvious glances towards his stuffed shorts.
After the humiliating public rejection, he embarrassedly stomps his way back towards your cackling forms before reaching inside his swim trunks to grab the now warm seaweed and chuck it at the closest person. You all scramble to dodge as you painfully wheeze, tears rapidly leaking from the corner of your crinkled eyes onto your heated cheeks. 
“Sick, dude! Don’t throw that shit on me—it was just stuck on your sweaty fucking balls!”
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You felt stupid because you were fifteen now but you couldn’t help but to think of the stuffed flower at the bottom of your suitcase as you step through the familiar throngs of carnival rides and games. All too soon, the sky faded from blue to black as your group repeated the cycle of eating unhealthy food and riding all the rides on the boardwalk as your tradition from previous years.
Deciding not to tell the guys about seeking out Stan, you wait until the perfect moment to make an excuse before you slip away from the group for a bit. As you excitedly walk towards the isolated booth, you think about how you never once considered the possibility that someone else could be working the game instead of the familiar bleached blonde.
This causes you to pause in your steps and while your usual reckless abandon would have caused you to give less of a shit and continue your journey to the ring toss booth, you don’t. You’re not sure if it's because the students at school have made it a common topic to talk about crushes and whatnot at every given moment with this new age but you can’t help but to feel self conscious at your one-sided fascination with the older teen.
You’re used to feeling like a dumbass and not thinking before you act (you’re surrounded by Clyde and your other friends after all).
But now…
You can’t help but to suddenly feel scared of the hurt of the rejection you know will appear when the bleached blonde routinely dismisses you like he always does. You’ve seen girls at school cry for days when they’ve broken up with their significant others and while you’re not quite sure as to what you feel for the older teen, you can’t deny the attraction that forces you to stop by the booth every year.
Almost like a hypnotic walk, taking control of your body and leading you there.
Like a connection.
But before you can make a decision as to what to do, you suddenly jolt when a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders from behind, Clyde whisking you off to fall into line for another ride as Craig mocks you about getting lost. 
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This is what drove you to sneak into the carnival alone before it opened the following day, despite knowing that you were definitely not supposed to be there. But when did some measly yellow tape with the words Do Not Enter ever stop you from going anywhere?
How could you not disobey when it looked as if it was prettily tied up in a bow to be given as a present?
People were busy getting ready for the upcoming afternoon so you went by unnoticed, resolutely walking towards the far corner of the boardwalk that was tucked away from everything else. Clyde had said he was surprised that the ring toss was still operating and you could see why—no one ever seemed to stop by yet as you got closer, you could see the lights and prizes that meant it was still in business.
To your relief, Stan was there. His pretty blue eyes were still stuck to the glass screen of his phone, yes, but he was still working at the carnival and he was still appointed to the same booth. 
This time, however, you don’t let the older teen speak up first this time. “Let me help you out.”
Your stomach clenches in nervous anticipation of your bold actions but your face doesn’t show it as Stan lifts up his head to look at you. A few beats of silence passes on by and while the multiple shades of cerulean hues were familiar, the bleached blonde didn’t hold an ounce of recognition in his eyes—again.
It hurt… 
Again.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to be here.” The smooth lilt of his deep baritone awakens something within you after not having heard it for a whole entire year, your heart clenching painfully in yearning.
“No shit.” You respond back and you can’t help but to internally preen at the fact that you echoed his previous words to you from years before back at the teen. 
God, you felt like you were on a roll.
Stan considers this for a moment before his legs swing down to hit the floor in front of his stool, a scoff escaping his mouth. “Whatever. If some kid wants to do my job for me then I’d be an idiot to not let them.”
“I’m not some fucking kid!” You angrily retort back, to which the older teen simply ignores.
“I swear I’m not! I’m in high school and probably not even that much younger than you, you know.” Stan just shrugs and the dry responses ignites the familiar irritation that fills up your body every single time you’re in the presence of the apathetic teen.
“Unless you’re a dumbass who failed a couple of grades and got held back a few times. How old are you, then?” The bleached blonde hops off his previous perch on his stool, his arms lazily stretching upwards over his head as your eyes immediately zone in on the small sliver of skin being exposed at his waist.
“I’m 17.” Stan responds around a bored yawn, your attention going back to his face when the cotton of his shirt resumes its previous position over his taut stomach.
“That’s not even that much older than me! I’m going to be a sophomore next year—I’m 15.” Your lips automatically curve along your face into a happy grin at the revelation that there were only two years between the two of you. 
He really wasn’t some old fart like how he acts he is.
The older teen doesn’t respond, the metal of his keys softly dangling against one another as he unlocks something underneath the counter. You speak up again, “Let me help you.”
“I’m getting the prizes and shit. If you stand over the counter, you can hang them up.” Stan picks up a stuffed bunny and demonstrates by reaching up to rightfully place it in its display but you can’t help but to watch the way the silver of his rings prettily catches the sunlight over his longer fingers.
“My name is N/N. I mean, Y/N.” You stutter and you internally curse at yourself because you were doing so well at taking control of the situation and at taking the initiative to get closer to the teen.
“Stan.” Is all he supplies and you can’t help the frown crossing your face, your teeth biting onto your bottom lip because you already knew that.
You haul your body over the counter and get to work with putting away the plushies that the bleached blonde seamlessly hands to you, the older teen sitting atop the cold structure of the counter beside your feet as his other hand fiddles with his ever present cellphone. You can’t help but to smile in fondness every time a gentle breeze swings by, the soft caress of the wind causing the stuffed toys to dance along in the air.
“Hey.”
“Hm?” You distractedly hum back, watching the toys sway and say hello.
“Come here. I’ll show you how they fuck people over with this game.” And just like that, it’s as if you're an overeager puppy desperate to get its owner’s attention again as your trance gets broken and you hop down to land beside the older boy.
“They put the bottles really close together.” He mumbles as he sets up the glass objects onto the wooden table in front of you both. “So to win, you’d have to do it perfectly.”
“The rings are different weights so that you can’t get used to them.” The bleached blonde continues as you pick up different colored ones to test them out, and he was right.
“These are the order of the colors you should throw it in. You start with red because it’s the heaviest.” He throws it with a perfect arch before he grabs the next colored ring.
“Then it’s orange, yellow, green.” Each word is emphasized with the appropriate object as they beautifully twirl around the neck of the glass bottle.
“Light purple is always last—it’s the lightest.” You watch in fascinated awe as the rings all neatly lay on top of one another, like the rings around the planets of the solar system that Craig talks so much about.
That seemed to be the end of setting up as Stan drops back onto the stool to routinely tap against his phone, your eyes wordlessly staring at the disconnected teen. Clyde had said that he stopped entertaining other people that he didn’t deem worthy of his time except for his friends and you couldn’t help but to want that for yourself.
While you were loud and impulsive, Stan was quiet and deliberate.
He was cool in a completely different way than your older cousin. Where Kyle was passionate about what mattered most to him—of his studies and his morals, Stan didn’t give a shit about what other people thought of or if he pleased anyone with his actions. He barely spoke but every time he did, it felt hypnotic in the way where you were hanging onto every intonation and cadence of his words.
“You can come back later on tonight.” The older teen speaks up, your attention diverted from where it was watching his tongue dart out to wet the pretty pink of his plump lips. “I have to clean up after the carnival if you want to help.”
You beam in affirmation at the invite before you excitedly bound out of the boardwalk to meet up with your friends. When you tell them the exaggerated tale of you sneaking into the carnival, Tweek admonishes you in panic for the possibility of getting caught and banned for life.
There’s a secretive smile on your face as you shrug sheepishly.
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It was late into the night when you finally remember your promise to Stan, having lost track of time as Craig roughly wipes the remnants of cinnamon sugar from your lips and Clyde finishes the last bite of your shared churro. You tell the guys to just go on ahead without you because you forgot something and after much reassurance (“I’m not going to get abducted by aliens, Tweek”), you jog back to the far corner of the boardwalk.
“I’m sorry.” When you had shown up, the older teen was done packing everything up and now he only shrugs in response at your guilty face.
“S’fine. Going home now.” You obediently nod in reply but you’re distraught at how childish you still were in comparison to Stan for forgetting such an important event in the distraction of fun with your friends.
Taking a step forward to the direction of the entrance, you can’t help but to notice that the bleached blonde was slinking away towards the darkness of the beach despite saying he was heading home. You bounce on the balls of your feets as you decide what to do before you take off after where you saw the older teen disappear.
Trying to stay quiet was no hard task as you walked through a multitude of bushes and overgrown tree branches until Stan finally sits down on the sand, your smaller form ducking behind a piece of driftwood on the beach. Peering past the brittle barricade, you watch as Stan heaves out a deep sigh before he lifts his head towards the illumination of the beautifully present moon.
Your breath gets caught into your throat at the sight of the vestiges of light prettily caressing the visage of the boy in front of you, his gaze intense as the shadows accentuate the affection his face holds for the brightly lit object shining above the both of you. Stan’s lips part ever so slightly and you can’t help but to wonder: what was he saying in secrecy to the moon?
You wanted to know.
But, you were intruding. It felt like an intimate moment that you shouldn’t be a part of and with one last glance, you stand up to slowly back away.
And just like that, a floodgate had opened. As you ride on your bicycle across the quiet expanse of empty streets, you’re ridden with the thoughts that you wanted to kiss Stan. You wanted him to look at you with that deeply held fondness that he looked at the moon with, wanted him to whisper his intimate thoughts to you.
But most of all, you wanted to hear him say your name.
When you throw your bicycle atop the grass of your cousin’s front lawn, you’ll look up to the moon across the glass panel of the window when you’re tucked away in bed that night and ask:
“What were you guys talking about?”
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// SIXTEEN:
This time, this year, standing on the boardwalk with your friends as they hand over your shared money to the person behind the ticket booth, you weren't going to assume that Stan remembered you. This was a mistake you made last year and the year before that but now you weren’t going to have expectations that could lead to any hurt.
It was your turn to be strategic—no more fumbled introductions or childish tantrums.
You were cool too, goddammit.
Steeling your resolve with one last deep breath, you walk up to the hidden booth. This was it—you were going to make Stan remember you this time.
“Hi.” You greet, the older teen looking up from his phone to nod his head at you. He looks as tired as he did the previous years, as if the universe just wouldn’t let him sleep but despite it all, he’s still as beautiful as before.
“Sup.” There is no recognition flickering behind his ever pretty eyes but that was okay, you prepared for this.
The stand is set up like it always is as you rummage through the pockets of your skirt to pull out the appropriate amount of tickets, your mind reminding itself of the order of colors to throw it in as he passes you the stack of rings. It’s almost funny how you remember, how clear the memory with Stan was when just yesterday Tweek was yelling at you for forgetting the tray of chicken nuggets you placed in the oven and letting it burn to a blackened crisp.
You pick up the red ring, the heaviest from what the older teen had told you but as you prepare to throw it, you don’t close your eyes like last time. Stan watches as it seamlessly glides across the air, the satisfying clunk! causing the corner of your lips to twitch upwards.
One after the other, you throw them in the order you remember until there was nothing left to throw. You made every single one, a beautiful array of colors with the pretty lavender color sitting atop the stack.
It’s quiet for a period of time as Stan squints at the perfect sequence of colors and back at the girl who made everything without batting an eye. “What the fuck. How’d you know the order..?”
“You showed me last year. Or did you forget, old man?” You teasingly smirk at the stunned expression on the teen, a satisfied thrum running along your veins.
“What? I showed you?” The skin between his eyebrows begin to crease in disbelief, “I don’t remember doing anything like that at all. Are you fucking with me?”
Although this meant that he forgot about you again, you couldn’t help the cacophony of butterflies that dangerously flutter along your stomach at the notion that you were the only one Stan had ever told that to. You want to stay a bit longer to make a deeper impression after your success but you made a promise of having a hotdog eating contest with Clyde later on so you had to go.
“I’m Y/N. And you’re Stan—I remember you.” There’s a blank look in Stan’s eyes as he looks at you but it was okay. Like you said, you were prepared for that to happen again.
“I have no idea why you remember an asshole like me. You won though, what prize do you want?” He stands up as he slides his mobile device into the coarse material of his jean’s pocket, your eyes breaking away from his form real quick to scan along the hanging prizes.
“Nah, I’m okay. I just like playing.” You flash him a wide grin, your pearly white teeth making an appearance when you see the eyebrow that he quirks up.
“I’ve never heard that before. You like playing rigged games or some shit? Or just ring toss in particular?” Ever so slightly, the corner of his mouth lifts up in amusement which in turn causes you to feel like you won a Nobel Peace Prize or some other great accomplishment.
Like usual, your mouth works faster than your brain as you impulsively say, “It’s not the game that I’m into.”
You internally shriek but outward you stay composed, tilting your head to the side when you see the older teen slightly part his pretty pink lips. “... Oh.”
You’re absolutely beaming in delight at this newly predatory position you’ve reached, flashing the bleached blonde a smile. “Later!”
Waiting until you were no longer in sight of Stan, your feet pick up their pace as it steadily hits the structure of the boardwalk in a thump-thump-thump motion like your still racing heart.
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Your head is laid against Craig’s lap, the ravenette’s longer fingers running through the soft locks of your hair in repetitive motions that threaten to put you into deep sleep. All eyes are on the television as you watch Tweek and Tolkien duke it out on the big screen, the incessant sound of a vibration against the wooden floor irritating the boys.
“Who the fuck are you texting, Clyde?” Tolkien nosely asks, his head trying to catch sight of the brunette’s flashing phone as he tries to dodge any prying eyes.
“Fuck off—It’s none of your goddamn business!” He screeches, the sheer volume of his voice causing you to jolt awake.
“It’s probably a girl, dude.” Tweek lazily says, his blonde bangs tied up into a mini palm tree at the top of his head to keep it away from his sweat-sheened face.
“Pfft, now you know that’s a damn lie. Clyde can’t pull for shit.” Craig snorts from his position above you, a high-pitched whine resounding from your throat when his fingers stop their soothing ministrations in your hair.
“Fuck you! I get enough, thank you very much!” The brunette is indignant as he harshly swats away Tolkien’s teasingly reaching hands away from his cellphone, the rich teen diverting his fingers to tickle Clyde instead in an attempt to distract him.
“Yeah, if getting some is kissing your own grandmother on the fucking cheek when you see her then sure, Clyde. You get all the retired bitches.” Tweek hollers out a loud laugh as he brings an elbow up to hit Craig in the ribs at his words, your eyes closed as you sleepily giggle at the burn.
“N/N got even more action than you when she was 13, Clyde. You’re a lost fucking cause.” Everyone snickers as you blindly bring a hand up to swat at the resident blonde of the group for bringing up that memory, a nostalgic grin curling at your lips as they teasingly push at your resting body for having game as a kid.
Your first year with the boys for the summer, you caught the attention of one beautiful Wendy Testaburger when she saw you by chance on the swings of the park with your friends. She knocked on your window to break you out of the house in the middle of the night, the pair of you intertwining your hands together as you both silently giggle off into the warm darkness of the air.
Surprising you with an impromptu visit, she led you to a clearing where the din of the luminescent fireflies casted her soft features alight in a beautiful glow. You both rested your backs against a magnificently tall tree that you couldn't identify under the inky night, the ravenette pulling out two lunchables for the both of you from her Chinpokomon backpack to snack on as you talked.
She had dropped you off back to your cousins with your first kiss as a parting gift that summer night.
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“Stan! Can I help you set up?” You present the older teen a soft smile, your hands clutching one another as you fiddle with your fingers as an outlet for your nervous energy.
He looks up from where he was staring down at his phone, an eyebrow quirking up at the sight of you. “How the fuck did you get in here?” 
“How else? I climbed through the tape, duh.” You roll your eyes as you cross your arms over your chest, shifting you weight to one side as you await for his answer.
He snorts but it’s still pretty, a lilt of amusement tainting his tone. “You mean the one that clearly says Do Not Enter in all caps?”
“Hm. If it’s made out of something so flimsy then it feels more like a suggestion, no? Whatever, I’m only asking because you let me help you last year.” You lean over the counter separating the two of you as he busies himself with unlocking all of the cabinets.
“You sure like to claim a bunch of shit that I don’t remember.” He hums before he stands to his full height, your breath getting caught at your throat because this is the first time you’ve stood this close to one another and face-to-face at that.
You lean back from your previously leaning position when you take note of his taller frame (not as much as Craig but still a fucking giant compared to you, holy shit) but you don’t back down. “It’s not my fault that you don’t remember me.”
He hums again in thought as he crosses his arms, “And that’s such a fucking shame. I feel like I would have remembered someone like you.”
You busy yourself with hopping onto the counter to sit because it’s easier to flirt when you can’t see the mesmerizing depth of ocean blue eyes. “Someone like me, huh? And what does that mean? Someone attractive? Funny? Charming?”
Your feet leisurely swing as they dangle from your perched position and from your peripherals, you can see Stan laying his palms flat against the counter beside you as he leans his weight against the structure. “I was going to say someone annoying as hell.”
“Fuck you! I don’t have to go out of my way to provide you free labor just for you to be a piece of shit meanie!” Your cheeks angrily puff out as your lips curl into a pout.
“Boo-fucking-hoo. If you don’t like the working conditions then quit.” Is all you get before he shoves a box full of glass bottles into your arms.
You mutter to yourself as you petulantly place them onto the wooden table until you catch sight of Stan watching you. “Close together so that they can fuck you over, right?”
“Yeah, all the games are rigged here.” He says before he resumes his task of hanging up plush toys but you already know because he told you that before.
“This stand isn’t very popular.” You remark when the two of you are done setting the booth up and are standing under the shade provided by the hanging prizes.
He waves off your words, “Like I give a shit. Not my fault that the stand’s hidden in the asscrack of the boardwalk.”
Sending him a judgemental glance, you scoff at his response. “Pretty sure it is your fault. You’re a fucking asshole, dude. It’s like 30 degrees colder here compared to the rest of the boardwalk because of your shitty personality.”
“Says you. You show up every year, apparently, and now you’ve snuck in early to force your help onto me. Which I don’t get any fucking tickets for, by the way. ” The taller teen sends you a condescending look back.
“Who gives a shit about some tickets when you get to hang out with me!” You boldly declare, presenting the older boy with a shit eating grin.
The bleached blonde simply narrows his eyes down at you, “Like that’s any form of compensation. What, your mom let you out of the house dressed like that?”
You look down at your skirt as the soft material flutters along with the wind. “What the fuck are you talking about? I’m here with my aunt, first of all. And fuck you—people loved my outfit when I wore it to a party once.”
The older teen just sends you a look, as if communicating that he never asked for an explanation. “Well the party you went to probably sucked ass, then.”
“I mean, parties fucking suck in general when you’ve been to enough. It’s fun at first but it’s repetitive so it gets pretty tiring.” You mumble, honestly reflecting your personal experiences from the high school parties you often get dragged to.
“Hm? What happened to you?” He lazily asks, a well-welcomed breeze caressing both of your locks of hair against the harsh sun rays.
You think about how you made out with a boy who had similar bleached blonde hair and couldn’t get yourself to go through with it when you began to imagine that the larger hands trailing down the skin of your waist was Stan’s. Or how the only reason you agreed to get locked in a closet during a game of seven minutes in heaven was because the deep lilt of the boy you went in with sounded similar to Stan’s baritone voice.
“... Peer pressure, lots of confusion. Don’t worry though, I don’t think I’ll be doing those things again.” Your voice is soft between the space of the booth you’re standing in, your fingers fiddling with the creases in between the folds of your top.
“Good—I don’t know what I’d do without my worthless assistant if they got into shit.”
Your mouth parts to give a scathing retort but you pause when you see the sight of a gentle curl along Stan’s lips for the very first time.
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“Back to torment me?” Is what greets you when you come back the following day before opening, the older teen in his usual laid-back position atop his stool.
You roll your eyes, “Fuck off. You don’t even have to do anything—I can do all of this shit by myself and with my eyes closed.”
“Like that means anything. A fucking baby could do this.” He lazily scoffs.
As you get to work, your body goes through the motions now ingrained into your body as taught from the taller teen while Stan sits back and relaxes. When you stop in front of one of the floor to ceiling mirrors that make your body look all wonky for comedic effect, you can’t help but to pause in front of the panel of glass.
Because from the reflection, you could see Stan watching you.
Not that he was making eye contact with you, but the bleached blonde was watching you work without knowing that you had caught him in the act. It was a different type of attention from the years of disinterest that it made you smirk to yourself at this newfound knowledge.
Slyly, you take off the jacket adorning your frame as if it was bothering you because of the sweltering heat. You see how Stan’s eyes slowly darken as they take in the expanse of newly exposed skin with this new but special kind of attention, leisurely dragging his sight across your body as if he had all the time in the world to admire your form.
When you leave the booth later on to meet up with your friends, you notice how he doesn’t call you a kid anymore.
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“Hey. Show me how to play this game again.” You ask, Stan staring up at you with his leg tucked under his chest as usual but without a phone in sight.
“Light work.” He scoffs, a cocky lilt to his voice at the simple request.
You slip inside the booth as you internally preen at the fact that you’re the only person that Stan would let in like this as you drag your fingers across the necks of the glass bottles. “Get them all over just this one bottle then.”
He smirks, the handsome expression making your insides warm at how attractive his confidence is. “Like I said: fucking easy.”
“Then show me.” You stick out your tongue at him as you step back outside of the booth, your skirt following the movement of your body.
“Got a ticket for my troubles?” Rolling your eyes, you flick the paper at him as he steps beside you, his ring-adorned fingers flexing in preparation to throw.
His aim is precise as always as he goes through the order of the colors imprinted in your mind, all until he has just the light purple ring in his hold. He sends you a glance and you can’t help but to notice that it’s with the same attention from when he looked at you in the mirror earlier in the day. But this time, you make eye contact.
His hand wobbles before the worn out object clatters onto the ground.
Your eyes widen in surprise as you don’t understand what was going on because you’ve never seen Stan lose composure, your head quickly whipping back to the side to look at the older teen beside you. He looked… Angry.
“Seriously? Don’t lose on purpose just to make me feel better. I’m not a fucking kid anymore no matter how much you think I am.” Scoffing, you walk towards the fallen item as you place it back against the counter.
“I didn’t lose on purpose.” His voice is quiet, back to his usual self again.
“What then? Forgot how to play, old man?” You tease, collecting all of the rings from the bottles to gather them back into one pile on the counter.
“Want me to teach you how? It’s free of charge since I feel so bad.” Snickering, you resume your previous position beside the taller teen.
“I taught you first.” He grumbles back as you perch yourself atop the counter, leisurely swinging your feet back and forth in delight.
“Red is first.” Stan rolls his eyes at your words before he picks up the aforementioned ring, his hands still trembling ever so slightly.
You quirk an eyebrow when you notice, jumping down beside the bleached blonde to reach for his wrist in an effort to guide him into a throw. The second your skin touches for the first time, however, the older teen gasps at the contact as the second ring of the night meets its demise on the ground.
“Holy shit! I’m sorry—” Cutting off your words, muscular arms wrap around your waist to which you immediately wrap your own around broad shoulders.
Leaning his weight against your body, you try to keep the both of you upright as he burrows his face into the safe solace of your neck and a shaky breath hits your exposed skin. It’s quiet for a moment as you don’t know what to do, confused and begging anyone that was listening to make it so that Stan couldn’t feel how quickly your heart was beating underneath your chest.
You stay that way for the rest of the night with Stan oddly quieter than usual, the teen not responding as he stays in your embrace whenever you try to fill the space with meaningless talk. When he gives you a wordless goodbye in the form of a gentle nudge when people begin to leave the boardwalk, you hurriedly rush to speak up in your immense confusion to the events that transpired.
“I’m leaving tomorrow.” But he still doesn’t answer.
Your hands clench around the soft material of the shirt adorning his frame, “Please say something. I don’t want you to forget about me again.”
Like you always do.
Finally, Stan pulls away and looks at you. “I don’t think I’ll forget someone like you. I don’t even know why you’re so dead-fucking-set on getting to know an asshole like me in the first place.”
You silently watch as he returns behind the counter of the booth, his hands rummaging between tufts of plushed toys before he pulls out a cute star. “Here—as payment for helping me because I don’t want to owe a shithead like you anything. Something to remember me by and because it looks like you.”
Gently grabbing the proffered item, you smile as you whisper. “You’ve said that to me before, asshole.”
When the thoughts of what had occurred crowd your mind on your ride back home, you’ll hug your new gift to your chest as you think about how you’d never forget Stan.
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erasedqa · 4 months
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Enemies
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your boyfriend invites you to his party, who would've guessed, one of the guests is your enemy?
mdni!! afab!readerxjean, cheating, mean!jean, reader and jean are enemies, black!reader, reader has a douche bf(ofc) jean HATES readers bf(we get the plot 😘) , a little bit of bathroom fucking cause why not?, modern au(fresh out of college😘)
wrd cnt: 877w
notes: okay but why is jean really hot and sexy???? HELLO???😍😍 also this was proofread + jean is so hot and sexy pls ik I already said it but still
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"Babe, you know I don't like parties." was the first thing that came out your mouth when your boyfriend invited you to one of his little house parties. You and your boyfriend have been dating for a couple months now--and he sucks. He was sweet at first, buying you gifts every date, spending time with you whenever he got the chance. But now, he stared at you with the most annoyed look on his face like you were somebody he didn't even know.
"Dude, come on, you get to meet my friends. Besides, you wanna stay cooped up in this house all night?"
He said, rolling his eyes. The only reason he wanted you to go with him is so he could show you off. But who are you to deny your "kind and considerate" boyfriends wishes? So here you are now, in the back of the party with your short red dress, plain and simple black high heels and your natural curly and frizzy hair you wanted to try and keep maintained for tonight but ended up looking a hot mess as soon as you stepped out the house.
From afar, there are many people dancing to the loud ass trap music echoing throughout the big house. Of course, none of them were paying attention to you as well as Jean. Jean, who you hadn't noticed yet, was drunk. Pulling on his white tee, leaning against the wall for support as he held his cup, looking at you. Jean fucking despised you.
Since college years, when you'd two always bickered about little things. You always siding with Eren when Jean was arguing with him, and what he hated the most about you was your taste in men. Drunk as shit, he's looking at you thinking about your shitty ass boyfriend who was probably off getting high with his friends and flirting with other girls.
He watches you look around for a little bit longer until you've caught his eye. Your eyes grow wide.
Shit.
You think to yourself while trying to avoid eye contact with him, but not even a second later, he's right in front of you.
"Y/N." He looks at you, smirking
"Jean, wipe the smirk off your face. You look stupid." You look at him, disgusted.
"Relax ma, you just look good."
He looked you up and down, loopy eyed. You looked at him rolling your eyes and sighing. Not like he wasn't any less drunk than you, it was just that you knew how to control it better while he was more of a lightweight to it, the way he was in college. He frowned.
"Don't look at me like that, it's every time I do some to you ma."
Ugh! you think to yourself. That fucking nickname that pissed you off and made you want to slap his ass so hard, but also that fucking nickname that still to this day, makes you so wet.
"Jean, I don't wanna talk to you right now. Stop pretending we friends."
"Mama, come on don't be like that," He says grabbing you by the waist and leaning against your ear. "come on let's go in the bathroom so we can talk."
Jean is your enemy. Someone that brings out the worst in you, someone that's never made you happy. The more and more you think about them, the more and more you wish they were out of your life. But life itself draws you back to Jean, to the older days, to the way life was back then. But you hated him and he hated you too.
You sighed and nodded. "Come on."
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"Jean..! Right there, don't move." You moan out loud. Your back is arched and stomach is lying flat against the cold surface of the sink. "Y/N fuck, this pussy is so good. You wanted keep this shit from me, huh?" He groaned smacking your ass, causing a yelp from you.
"Jean, fuck, we're too loud.."
"Yeah? Let em' hear us. Especially yo fuck ass boyfriend. What he got that I don't? Sure ain't this dick huh?"
You moan and nod. Jean smirks feeling good and smug as he fucks you faster his dick hardening too making him groan. You feel your orgasm approaching as the coil tightens up in your tummy. A small whimper sound can be heard from you as you place your fingers on your clit.
"Aw, you gonna cum ma? You gonna come all over this dick fa me? Bet he never made you come like I'm bout to." He coos.
Jean kisses your neck, suckling on it a little bit, hard but soft as to not damage your pretty dark skin. You start to feel him fucking you hard again, readjusting himself fucking you in the deepest places possible making you roll your eyes back in a loud moan.
"Yeah ma', you gon' take this dick."
"Mhm..!" You moan as you come. Jean kisses your soft lips as your let out more moans as you ride through your orgasm.
"Such a good girl, you did so good fa me ma." He says, giving you a soft kiss on the cheek. He pulls out of you.
"We not done, you gotta make me come too ma."
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whchenlvr · 1 year
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how you first met ;
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weak hero x gn!reader
requested! i wasn’t sure which main characters you meant so i googled “main” and just did it for those! ik you wanted yandere, but tbh i forgot SO i’ll do a separate post ;) lmk if there are specific members you want for that, but fn i hope you enjoyyyyy <3
(and i did figure out how to set up requests, so NOW they’re open. sorry for the inconvenience!)
gray yeon
honestly, he doesn’t notice you at first—but don’t take it personally, he hardly notices anyone. after you realize how smart he is, you decide to ask him for help studying one day to get your grades up. since you're new, you aren’t sure why so many classmates tense up at the sight of you asking gray for help on your homework, especially because he looks like such a peaceful dude. you don’t think it’s a big deal, but you can’t ignore the gasps surrounding you when gray not only offers to help but smiles at you. you don’t know why, but everyone was suddenly super nice to you for the rest of the day!
ben park
you met ben in middle school. since you were so awkwardly shy, his big sunshine personality instantly appealed to you. you became friends but didn’t talk much until high school. you were put in class 1-8 with him and alex, and it didn’t take long for ben to spot the only person who didn’t speak to anyone in the class. thankfully he recognized you, but there was no escaping his friendship mission. after that, ben drags you along with him and alex everywhere he knows isn’t dangerous, including lunch and spontaneous karaoke sessions. let’s just say after watching you open up, it didn’t take long for ben to realize he may like you more than just a friend should.
alex go
your older sister is a nurse at the hospital, so you often volunteer there for school. that’s, unfortunately, how you met alex go. you’ll never forget how scared you were or how courageous you thought he was when you saw him carrying his huge, unconscious guy on his back, screaming for help. you froze up in fear, having only worked on simple things like black eyes and paper cuts. your sister and the other doctors acted quickly to take care of his friend, but you could help but feel drawn to this crumpled guy, clearly in distress. you comforted him the best you could and didn’t leave his side until he was allowed to see his friend, ben. after thanking you, you realized that the two of you both went to eunjang, and promised to meet up for a meal sometime.
gerard jin
not even going to lie, you were a fan of his band slam. you’d visit their shows when you could, but you were in middle school at the time and couldn’t stay out as long as you wanted. after your parents got divorced, you were forced to attend eunjang. you definitely didn’t expect gerard to be there, especially not your seatmate. you tried to keep yourself together as long as you could, but after noticing him checking for guitars online, you broke and offered to take him to your dad’s instrument shop. it took a little while, but once he accepted, the two of you would sneak away and hang out whenever you could.
donald na
you’d heard of donald na. of course you had; especially with your recently deceased brother being involved in the fighting scene. unfortunately, your brother had some enemies before he passed, and they all felt you owed them on his behalf. you’d been walking home from school one evening when someone suddenly grabbed you. lucky for you, it just so happened to be visible from the window on the number one delinquent of yeongdeungpo. your brother had taught you some defensive moves, but you were outnumbered and scared. before another bully could lay a hand on you, they began to vanish one by one. by the time you realized what was happening, it was over. you couldn’t help but cry in relief and hug your savior, unaware of the fact that this was donald na. you weren’t sure why, but after making sure you were okay, the stranger promised to protect you from that day on.
jake ji
you went to daehyeon with jake, but you never had the courage to talk to him. sometimes you would sneak mangas in his bag after hearing him talk with his friends about them, but you don’t think he knew it was you. after his brother got hurt, there was a brief moment in time when he was getting pushed around by some older kids, and before you knew what he was capable of, you jumped to his defense and even punched a few people in the face. you did break your hand in the process but after one of the high schoolers you punched hit you back, jake cracked. no one dared to mess with either of you after that.
wolf keum
you volunteered at a little shop across from ganghak with a friend of yours. every once in a while, you’d see the guy with pretty purple hair leaving and just could not take your eyes off of him. one day he felt your stares and met your gaze, your face went bright red but you couldn’t turn away. you just felt drawn to him, and when he suddenly started crossing the street, you felt the urge to hide. it was only you working since your friend was out of town, but you tried to be as casual as possible when he walked in. you thought he’d scold you for staring, but imagine your surprise when he suddenly grabs your arms and write his number in big black ink.
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Could I request Eddie Kington and the reader as mixed matched a team?
Eddie Kingston as a tag team partner (Eddie Kingston x Fem!Reader):
Genre: Crack
Summary: How I would imagine Eddie as your tag team partner
Word Count: 700
Supreme Speaks: OKAY IK IM LATE BUT BETTER THAN NEVER. thank you to @hookerforhook for being so patient and lovely (please lemme write more for you). I hope you and everyone else enjoys. ALSO, i hope everyone is doing well and remember you are loved and appreciated.
Warnings: slightly proofread, an obscene amount of yall (sorry I'm just country and hood)
Taglist (if you wanna be a part of it, lemme know): @hookerforhook @triscillal @wwenhlimagines @sheinthatfandom @hooks-martin
You know that older brother who loves you but will bully you at every given chance?
Yep, that’s Eddie
He’ll protect you from your opponents, will drop a ref for you, will chew everyone and their mommas out 
But is quick to spear you and give you a noogie
I feel like the way ya’lls team came to be wasn’t because he was soughing after a tag team partner (cause he’s Eddie Kingston and he’ll kick anyone's ass)
But it came to be when you helped even the odds with JAS and you actually didn’t mind fighting the dudes
At that moment, Eddie knew you were his partner
“Why Me?”
“Because you literally just kicked everyone’s ass…besides you’re the only other person in the back I like…besides Mox and Lulu of course.”
That’s right; out of all the enemies and allies he had in the back, he considered you an ally
HOWEVER, I still think he wouldn’t open up to you immediately but would gradually become more comfortable with you
At first, he would only talk to you for match purposes
And then he started hanging out with you a little bit before the show
And then he would text you “you good?” If he hasn’t heard from you (if you respond, he’ll say “great, btw fuck you”
Everything would change when he needed a place to crash cause all the hotel rooms were taken and you allowed him to crash with you
Although he left before you could wake up, he left you a note stating how he’s blessed that he has you as a friend
Now ya’ll at the point where ya’ll are inseparable
Where ever you go, he goes, and vice versa
Ya’ll in each other favorite contacts
Eddie would act like he genuinely doesn’t like you (in the eyes of others) but everyone knows he adores you
You two know each other like the back of your hands
Will tag you on Twitter posts that remind him of you, ya’lls friendship, or just things you need to see
Would say “EW” or “Gross” at you (if you're just walking by) or if you mess up in the ring he’ll laugh and say “you suck”
But heaven forbid someone else said that about you
Everyone can see how much you mean to him
Anyways you would do the same to and for him
You made it your goal to annoy the living shit out of him (and to make him scream and shake his fist at the sky)
But you were quick to shake someone if they irritate him
You played little pranks on him, stole his shirts (and threatened to burn them), made him cut promos on random items
“Now pretend he just lit your family on fire”
“Y/N, this is a toilet brush”
Now in the ring, your and Eddie’s styles complement each other
And you often came together to do tag team moves (especially the ones that Eddie learned from watching old Japanese tapes)
But if you were ready to get out the weapons, he was right behind you (either getting more weapons or just watching)
Essentially, you had crazy ideas and he just supported you in any way he could
Would not wear matching ring gear colors, but will match t-shirts with you (if you have tag team merchandise)
If not, ya’ll would wear each other’s designs
You two could pick up on the other’s next move without talking (you could expect/predict what he was gonna do and how you follow up or help)
Not gonna lie…Eddie would tag you in the match on the head/in the face
I can just see him lightly slap your head to signify a tag
If ya’ll won, then ya’ll were celebrating by doing chest bumps and getting food after the show
If ya’ll lost, Eddie would just berate everyone in sight (except for you)
Despite what he says, he would never talk down to you or degrade you (you’re his soft spot)
Would introduce you to Mox and form a trio if the situation called for it
Overall…Being Eddie Kingston’s tag team partner would be a rollercoaster, but one that would become your favorite rollercoaster
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toxicanonymity · 8 months
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raider and lincoln x lana
I love getting song comparisons. 🖤 ik there are some i haven't posted bc i don't know them and wanna check them out first to add context like @javier-penas-wifexx420 has done here.
Raider Joel Joel saves you from his men but claims you as his own and takes you with him. Left in Lincoln (dbf x virgin) He's a neighbor your dads trust to look in on you while they seek treatment for Frank.
@javier-penas-wifexx420 asked:
DUDE ok so I remembered what someone said abt what lana songs the jolkemons are. I feel like specifically Raider and Lincoln are so lana coded. Raider is ultraviolence and Lincoln in honeymoon.
I feel like Raider being Ultraviolence is pretty understandable bc of how he his and how he treats the reader. Songs that really remind me of him are
ultraviolence- “he hurt me but it felt like true love.” “Loving him was never enough”
shades of cool- “I can’t fix him, can’t make him better”
Sad girl- “but you haven’t seen my man…he’s got the fire and he walks with it”
Pretty when you cry- OFC RAIDERS DACRYPHILLIA HE THINKS WERE SO PRETTY WHEN WE CRY
old money- “those summer nights seem long ago, so is the girl you used to call the queen of New York City” reminds me of how sweet pea is really disconnected from her old self and her old life, she belongs to Joel now so that’s like her only identity. Sad but also kinda hot🤪
“If you send for me you know I’ll come and if you call for me you know I’ll run.” Sweet pea is at the point where she’ll listen to anything he says and will do whatever he wants, she’ll follow him anywhere and honestly same.
And NOW, Lincoln and honeymoon. I feel like this one isn’t as obvious and some ppl might disagree with me but NO. Lincoln IS honeymoon. Honeymoon is one of Lana’s most treasured albums and if you really listen to it and focus on the subject matter it can be argued that it’s darker than ultraviolence. And while Lincoln Joel seems really sweet and loving, just like how honeymoon comes across, he’s actually really dark and just as dangerous, if not more than Raider. The album honeymoon describes intense and passionate love, kind of IRRATIONAL you could say. The album outlines just wanting to get away with your lover and be together forever *cough lincoln*
I feel like honeymoon displays a sort of desperation and a willingness to do anything one needs in order to be with their lover and I think that’s reflective of both Joel and peaches. Also in the music video for one of the songs on the album lana drinks kool-aid which is a reference to heaven’s gate and i feel like the whole expression of “drinking the kool-aid” is very accurate of left in Lincoln cause peaches is def drinking that fucking kool-aid.
Also honeymoon takes a lot of influence from older music styles, older aesthetics (the art deco aesthetic from the 20s) and in general older references and since Lincoln is almost 60 i feel like it fits him. Honeymoon is rlly jazzy and I’m p sure you said he likes jazz lol. Lana mentions Billie holiday in one of the songs and Joel would def play Billie holiday for peaches.
THE SONGS
honeymoon: “we both know the history of violence that surrounds you, but I’m not scared there’s nothing to lose now that I’ve found you”
Freak: “life makes sense when I’m with you. Looking back my past it all seems stranger than a stranger” THIS IS SO PEACHES BRO LIKE WHAT. Honestly freak is very much a left in Lincoln song. Anyway.
Religion: “you’re my religion, you’re how I’m livin…when I’m down on my knees you’re how I pray” very them, Joel is in charge of everything, peaches answers to him, looks up to him for everything. He’s her whole life now
The blackest day: “ever since my baby went away, it’s been the blackest day”
This song is one of the most left in Lincoln songs, I imagine this part references jessie leaving and her being all alone without him.
“Because I’m going deeper and deeper, darker and darker, harder and harder. Looking for love in all the wrong places.” After she was left in Lincoln™️ she was all alone and things got a lot darker, causing her to look for love anywhere she could find it.
24: “there’s only 24 hours in a day, and half as many ways for you to lie to me my little love” there’s a lot more lyrics in this song that are relevant but I think especially this one because it’s like wtf is Joel doing when he’s not with peaches?? And he’s obviously lying to her and I think she’s started to gain more suspicions (at least I hope so bc homegirl is IN TROUBLE)
Swan song: this one is the second to last song on the album and I think it is very relevant of left in Lincoln. The song basically says that all the two lovers need is each other. If you think about it, Joel just desires an eternal honeymoon with peaches, just the two of them together FOREVER
“Nothing could stop the two of us if that’s what we want, we could just get lost”
I feel like this could even be something Joel says to peaches. Like he’s just like as long as we’re together it doesn’t matter what happens. Also the “if that’s what we want” reminds me of Joel manipulating peaches and tricking her into thinking it’s all what she wants and she has a choice🤩
And I feel like a lot of the songs are very peaches coded: Terrence loves you, god knows I’ve tried, music to watch boys to, don’t let me be misunderstood
ANYWAYYYYY sorry for writing so fucking much I’ve j been thinking abt this for awhile esp the Lincoln honeymoon connection bc it’s so interesting and I love lana and your fics ❤️
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Toxic: This is amazing!! Thank you so much for the thoughtful analysis. 🖤 also it is killing me not to spoiler.
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please jealous Noah Shaw. I love him so much
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noah shaw x fem!reader
you never took your boyfriend as the jealous type, a little misunderstanding unveils a whole new side to noah.
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a/n: omg im so happy to take a noah shaw request thx for this. and him jealous?? love ur mind bff. i havent read the confessions of noah shaw trilogy yet, so im basing info off the mara dyer trilogy - hope that's alright !! au ig bc no specific timeline??.
also ik this fc is italian and noah is british, but he is who i imagined the whole time while reading so let a girl dream <3
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warnings: i get a little too into backstory bc i can't help myself, noah getting a little handsy, suggestive tones, mara and jamie comedic duo, reader's style is specified
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"oh my gosh, shut up!"
"yes, please shut up." noah mumbles to himself, his arms crossed in discontent. hearing your laugh usually was angelic music to his ears. but now it only sounded like a mocking melody created to provoke him.
noah watched as you, unknowing of his thoughts, stood in the kitchen immersed in conversation and light banter with daniel, mara's older brother. you laughed at whatever he was saying, playfully hitting the side of his arm. something soured inside noah the more he watched the interaction.
"dude, you keep looking at them as if you're trying to blow daniel's head up." jamie remarked, walking up next him with a can of soda in his hand.
if only, noah thought. but lucky for daniel, his gift only enabled him to heal people.
stella and the dyers were in the house's living room filled with various streamers and party decor, while you were in the kitchen with daniel, if that hadn't been clear enough. noah bitterly watched, leaning up against the wall of the hallway with a direct view of the interaction through the kitchen entrance. he was sure the scowl on his face hadn't moved since he started keeping his attention on you both.
your reason for even going in the kitchen had been to put candles and bring the cake out while mara's mother found a camera to record mara blowing out candles. it was daniel who got up by his own account from the couch and insisted he help you out. it was also him who started distracting you from the task by talking with you.
it started when you all gathered at mara's house in celebration of her birthday. her mother insisted she invited you all to the houses as a merit for mara's improvement with therapy, or at least tha's what she believed. jamie may have possibly fed her fibs involving mara's mental health with his compulsion.
your connection with the dyers had a long history, one noah was still learning. you befriended mara around the first grade after getting partnered up for a school project. you two hit it off, both having weird persoanlities of your own, but she was already friends with rachel at the time, so you remained solely school friends for years. you were also a very smart kid, which is how you also befriended daniel almost immediately after mara. weirdly enough, it wasn't through mara you both met - it was through the school's book club. later, you found out the two were related.
so, you started finding yourself at the dyer house a lot, but it was to hang out with daniel. you remained a common occurrence in mara's life, but couldn't seem to get closer than friend. you had invited her to hang out various times, but she always had the excuse of already having plans with rachel. you never took it personally, or let it wipe the smile off your face, you had other friends - that included daniel.
it wasn't until the arrival of claire and jude did your dynamic change. mara began getting excluded from claire and rachel's hangouts and found herself losing her closest friend. you took notice of mara's loneliness during school, and once again offered to hang out, and for the first time - mara accepted. she realized she really liked having you around, and you moved up from possibly last in her last to being somewhere on top.
mara still remained friends with claire and rachel, she wanted to include you in their hangouts, but you got the feeling the other girls didn't like you much, and claire's brother jude gave you a feeling of discomfort. out of courtesy you did accept an invite every now and then, but you liked it better when it was just the two of you and sometimes daniel.
on the night of the asylum, you were spending the night at mara's house, unaware and what was suppose to happen. when jude showed up, she explained then pleaded for you to join her. you were scared out of your mind, but still followed her out the window.
inside, rachel and claire dragged you away to give mara and jude alone time, but you knew something was off. you were right because jude had cornered mara when you returned. you immediately pushed jude off, and he, in retaliation, shoved you back. then, the asylum was brought down, later learned to be mara's doing, and you and her were the sole survivors. at least that was assumed at the time.
when mara's family announced their move, you pleaded with your parents for the same. you argued a new start was the best option, and it was better to be around someone that went through the same traumatic experience. by some miracle, your parents agreed and moved to miami.
you met noah through school and with your active involvement in mara's messes. at first, noah had highly doubted the two of you were friends, you were like opposite sides of the same coin. mara had bleak and ominous aura to her while you were upbeat and vibrant. in simple, mara was a black cat, and you, the orange cat.
unlike him and the majority of your friends, you weren't supernatural. at least not genetically. however, you were oddly immune to their abilities for a reason no one had an figured out yet.
your normalness is what drew noah to you at first, he thought it to be weird and admirable how despite not being supernatural, you went along and supported mara through the whole thing. as you grew closer, it extended to noah as well. he was never annoyed by your energetic attiude, your optomism, or your corny humor. he saw you as the sun that never saw the night sky. he wanted nothing more than to protect that brightness.
it took a while for you to accept his advances, the school rumors did nothing to help. you had genuinely assumed noah and mara were into each other, so you were a bit oblivious to his flirtations. noah had thought you were just uninterested, his pursing of you slowing dying. it was all cleared up when you offhandedly mentioned your assumption, and noah made sure you understood he had no romantic notions for mara. he kissed you for the first time that same day. eventually, it turned into a relationship.
noah was secure in his relationship with you. maybe he wasn't the best man, but he knew no one could love you like him. though he had serious issues of his own, he didn't have any doubts about how deep the two of you cared for each other.
he blames mara for bringing unwanted thoughts into his mind.
everyone was seated in the living room watching twilight new moon, in honor of mara turning eighteen. it had been suggested as a joke by you, but it ended up being played and invested in by the group. you were sat on noah's lap, his arm around your waist and your back to his chest. mara's mother had come in and asked you for the favor, so you stood up, gave noah a kiss on the cheek and walked off, daniel leaving a bit after. after daniel had followed you into the kitchen, mara shook her head and silently laughed, taking a sip of her drink.
noah noticing, raises a brow, "what are you laughing about?"
mara glances toward the kitchen and shakes her head, "nothing. it's just typical of daniel to do that." she says nonchalantly.
"typical of him to do what?" jamie, now invested in this conversation instead of the movie, asked.
mara shrugs, "he just always wants to help y/n, ever since we were kids. he would carry her backpack and books, help her do homework, and bandage any bruise or cut she got." she turns her head back to the tv, then smiles at a memory, "there was even a time when her date for the eighth-grade dance bailed, he stepped in. i think he does it subconsciously at this point."
noah had never thought about just how deep your friendship with daniel ran. he knew you were used to be closer to him, but he didn't think much of it because of how close you and mara were now. he had never actually seen you both interact much since he's known you.
noah glances around the room and sees the wall with various family photos. he begins to notice your involvement in a lot of photos, many which included daniel. in fact, there were more with daniel and you together rather than you and mara. he notes the photos of matching halloween costumes, birthday parties, and school events all involving the two of you, mara making a guest appearance in some. but the big picture was obvious - you had a long-lasting friendship with daniel.
jamie stuffs a handful of popcorn in his mouth, "sounds like he had a crush on her." noah's jaw clenches hearing that.
noah has known daniel since he's met mara. by this point, they were pretty good friends. he believes if daniel held any sort of affection toward you, he'd be able to see it. but then again, it wasn't as if the topic of you came up very frequently when the two hung out.
"i don't think-"
stella piped up with her input, having silently listened to the conversation, "yeah, my dad use to act like that around my mom before they got together. they were best friends for years before he finally confessed, and she even had a boyfriend at the time."
who even asked her?, noah thought.
"maybe, i wouldn't be surprised. my mom always wanted them to end up together, she already sees her as another daughter. i actually think he was her first kiss." mara responds, still focused on the film.
noah's senses sharpened at the mention of first kiss, "first kiss?"
mara realizing what she said tries to backtrack, "well, i mean, it's only a theory, but it's really nothing, noah."
noah can now feel stella and jamie cast their attention on his reaction. he leans back in his seat, uncaring, "doesn't bother me, past is the past."
that was enough for mara and the others to turn their heads back to the television. but, noah could no longer pay attention to bella and jacob on the screen.
jamie, the closest to noah on the coach, leans in to him, "personally, if that was me, i'd be overthinking this thing. i mean childhood friends is the gateway to lovers. but, hey, it's cool to see you're not that type of guy." then as if nothing, he goes back to stuffing his face with popcorn.
noah didn't know why a burning sensation began to build within him at the image of you two. he told himself it didn't matter that you were currently in the kitchen with him, alone.
noah excused himself to the bathroom, but his real intention was toward the kitchen. he told himself he wasn't jealous; he was just going to check on you like a good boyfriend. he was totally not jealous when he saw daniel close next to you, helping you place candles. nor did he feel an intense rage seeing your hands occasionally brush over each other. at least that's what he told himself.
it didn't help that you were the prettiest girl; your hair let loose, but still looked pristine, you wore a baby pink lace top with a small rose on the top middle, a gold chained necklace with a crystal heart, tiny gold hoops, on your bottom is a denim mini skirt accompanied by a sparkly belt, then to finish off you wore white knee high knitted socks with baby blue converse that had embroidered stars all over.
on the other side, noah just wore a plain gray tee and some loose-fitting black jeans. the only accessory he had on being a gold-chain necklace and a michael kors watch, both which you'd gifted him.
she's everything, he's just ken.
"why are we weirdly staring at y/n and daniel." mara had appeared out of nowhere and now joined the conversation. she had come with the purpose of informing her brother and best friend her mother was ready for them, but instead ran into jamie and noah in front of the kitchen entrance.
jamie shrugs, "i don't know, i found him like this."
noah, not paying attention to them, mutters, "since when does bringing a cake involve two fucking people."
mara looks at you and daniel in the kitchen then back at noah, "this isn't because of what i said right?" she asks noah.
"don't know what you mean." he denies.
jamie rolls his eyes, "de nile is a river in egypt. you are acting like a jealous boyfriend."
mara agrees, "seriously, you've got nothing to worry about. y/n is crazy about you, and daniel is into that new friend of his."
noah doesn't respond; he pushes himself from the wall he leaned on and waltzes into the kitchen.
jamie cackles, "this is gonna be great."
"shouldn't we do something?" mara questions feeling a bit guilty.
jamie gives mara a look, "c'mon, you can't say watching shaw feel threatened for once isn't the least bit entertaining."
mara shrugs, "fair enough."
noah walks into the kitchen, your back facing him as you talk to daniel. he doesn't say anything as he wraps his arms around his frame and fits his head in the crook of your neck. he gives a few small kisses on the side of your neck.
your conversation comes to a stop once noahs antics begin. you smile and move a hand to ruffle through his hair, "hey baby, what brings you in here?"
daniel also greets noah, but he ignores it. noah hums in contentment at your touch, "just wanted to let you know mara's mom is ready for you to bring out the cake."
daniel laughs, "right, that's what we come in here for. if only you hadn't sidetracked us with your horrible placement of candles."
you gasp, offended, dropping your hand from noah's hair, "hey! my placement was perfect, you're the on-"
"i think i hear mara calling us." noah interrupts. it was a lie, mara went back to being immersed in twilight new moon.
daniel nods and goes to carry the cake himself, and you're about to help him out, but noah hold you tight - stopping you. "let's go get seated before we sing happy birthday, i'm sure he has it covered here, don't you daniel?" noahs states with a passive aggressive tone.
you give noah a weird glance, and daniel either didn't pick up on the attitude or ignored it because he replied in his usual preppy tone, "yeah, i've got things handled over here, you guys go on ahead."
noah wastes no time in taking you to the dining room. you didn't comment on noah's attitude back there and brushed it off, thinking you might've read into things. you're blind to the glances exchanged between mara and jamie when you both return.
you go to take a seat next to noah, but he pulls up down onto his lap.
you frown, "but there's a seat right there."
"the leg is super wobbly on that one," noah then kicks one of the chair legs very hard, enough to make the once stable leg now unstable, "see? i wouldn't want my girl to hurt herself."
you kiss his cheek, "you're the best boyfriend," you tell him appreciatively.
"tell that to daniel." noah whispers.
"what was that?"
"hm? nothing."
everyone begins taking their seat at the table once daniel comes out with the cake. you inform mrs. dyer of the broken chair, which she was surprised to hear, commenting how it was fine that same morning.
everyone stands up as the happy birthday anthem begins, mara being sat in front of the cake, awkwardly waits for the singing to stop. you and jamie make sure to prolong the song as much as possible to annoy mara. she conveyed her appreciation by throwing gestures your way when he mom wasn't looking. when it does end, everyone sits down and gets a piece of cake. daniel takes a seat next too you and noah, and he notices you both sharing a chair.
being the gentleman he is, he offers his seat to you, "here, i'll stand and you can sit here-"
you grab his arm to stop him from standing, "no, no, it's alright i'm-"
noah doesn't let you finish, "she's fine here. she's used to being situated on my lap, in more way than one."
mara chokes on her drink, stella gives a disgusted look, and jamie is biting into the knuckles of his fist to stop a laugh from leaving him. daniel is visibly uncomfortable at his comment and mutters an ‘alright’ and sits back down. luckily for you, both of mara’s parents were busy handing out cake to tune into the conversation.
you turn to noah with an incredulous look, your face beginning to flush at his innuendo. noah gives you a shrug and feigns innocence, seeing no issue with his comment.
mara did you the favor of speaking up with a new topic to move past the awkward tension.
eventually, the others retreated to the living room, taking plates of cake with them. you took the chance to talk to noah privately.
you turn your head to the side and lower your voice to a whisper, “why would you say that?”
“what? it’s not like it isn’t true…” his words trails off as he leans down to kiss the crook of your neck. noah starts nibbling gently, but enough to leave faded marks on your skin.
you roll your eyes,"rather not have our friends gag before the cake." you assert.
"why? is it because you don't want dear old daniel to hear." noah mutters bitterly.
you turn your body in his lap to look at him. you furrow your brows, "why are you acting like this? i thought i was jumping to conclusions, but ever since daniel and i were in the kitchen-" noah jaw clenches at the mention of you and daniel.
"see, there you go again. anything daniel related, and you-" you cut your sentence short in realization. you should've seen it sooner, but it was the most obvious at this moment. noah was jealous.
your faces shift from confusion to amusement, and you let out a small laugh. noah was lost on the your change in demeanor, "what? why are you laughing?" he questions.
"you're jealous," your eyes widen in realization,"that's why you've been acting so weird."
he roll his eyes and shakes his head. "no, that's absurd."
"it's cute, really. i hadn't thought of you as the type." you coo at him, going as far as pinching his cheek a bit. noah retaliates and swats your hand away.
"i'm not the type," noah denies, "i've just come to the realization how annoying daniel is."
you nod, playing along, "right, the same daniel you hang out with every week. daniel. who you've called your best friend, and the one you saved from death."
"people's opinions change," noah defends, but you're still not buying into it.
"—and mara may or may not mentioned him possibly liking you at some point." noah adds in quickly.
your head snaps, "what? daniel doesn't like nor has he ever liked me."
"c'mon, you've been friends for so long and mara just happens to think he was your first kiss."
your eyebrows furrow, confused by noah words. ten, it hits you, and you can't help but snort as you remember.
"this is painfully embarrassing to admit, but that was a rumor we made up at school so people thought i'd kissed someone."you confess.
noah eyes narrow, "so you and daniel.."
"never kissed?" you finish for him,"nope, but my entire middle school class thought we did."
"perhaps, i acted a bit hastily before." your boyfriend grumbles.
"jealous." you correct in a fit of faux coughs.
noah groans in your shoulder, "i hate this feeling, make it stop."
you shrug, "it's not totally bad. it could mean you care about me so much, you hate the thought of losing me to someone else. which you won't, so you have nothing to worry about."
"promise?"
"cross my heart and hope to die." you recite heartily, drawing an x motion over your chest.
noah looks at you in adoration before leaning in to connect your lips. you hum contently, and weave a hand through his soft hair.
"unless it's my celebrity crush, then you should definitely start worrying."
"careful darling," he leans down to whisper in your ear, "i'd hate to have mara put her powers to use."
"noah i swear—"
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BROOO IT WOULD BE SO HEARTBREAKING BC YOU SEE WHERE BOTH OF THEM ARE COMING FROM AND THERES REALLY NOTHING THEY COULD HAVE DONE BUT AUGAH THEIR ANGER IS JUSTIFIED AN SUCH AUSJAJA
Idk but this is just one of my thoughts: Ok so little brother apologizes for everything and just wants to hear a lullaby b4 he thinks he's gonna die/is gonna die; and all I can think about are the angst possibilities w/ the brothers and splinter
PART 4 TIME PART 4 TIME PART 4 TIME !!!!!!
Here we go fellow clowns, strap in!!!!!! (Also uh can u tell I have a favorite 12 turtle? *looks at the end of this part* uh can.. can u.. can u tell??? Haha??)
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Warnings; as usual there's probably cursing, a passing mention of lil bro's injury, and lots of crying <3 pls ask if I missed anything
( Familial ) 2012 ! Turtles + Splinter & Little Brother Reader
Part 1 - Shatter
Part 2 - Shatter the Mind
Part 3 - Shatter the Heart
Part 4 - You're Here
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Shatter the Innocence
Mikey and Donnie sat in the lab together. Silent aside from the sound of yelling from the living room.
When Mikey started his watch, Donnie had politely asked if he could sit in, to be in his lab and work on his small projects. He had practically begged Mikey to let him in, he didn't know what else to do with himself and he couldn't bare the thought of being in the living room.
And Mikey obviously let him in, he couldn't just lock Donnie out of his lab. And he understood the other's need to do something with his hands. It was a trait they both shared, though Mikey tended to get bored easier than his genius brother.
After a minute more of silence, Donnie spoke up from his place at his desk, back to Mikey, who was sitting next to your cot as usual.
"They finally snapped." He spoke simply, and Mikey sighed.
"Why do they have to fight..? Why can't they just.. I dunno.. be nice?" Donnie was about to respond, but Mikey was on a roll, "I mean I have plenty to say to them! But you don't see me going out and starting a yelling match."
Donnie frowned as Mikey sighed behind him. "Why can't we all get along? Why did this have to tear us all apart..?"
After that there was another long silence, both of them unable to answer the question Mikey had posed.
And then, a while later, "Mm.."
Mikey's eyes shot up from the floor, staring at you in shock. He watched your frail form shake slightly, as you forced yourself to speak.
"M...m..."
He looked over at Donnie, watching as he turned towards you with wide eyes. He made eye contact with Mikey, before they were both standing at your side.
"M.." you practically whined out, your face twitching as Mikey gently grabbed your hand.
"It's okay little dude, it's okay, I'm right here man-" he spoke softly, using the most big brother voice he could muster, as he reached and grabbed your hand.
Donnie gently placed his hand on your leg, and stared silently, unable to come up with words to say.
Somewhere deep in your mind you felt a warmth bloom in your chest, different than the warmth of flowing blood and shattered bones, this was the warmth of knowing your big brothers were here. They were right next to you as you woke up, right at your side like they always promised. They were here, and now you had to meet them halfway.
"M..ike..?" You mumbled, and he squeezed your hand again, shaking as he did so.
"Yeah man, it's me," Mikey spoke, feeling tears fall down his face and onto the cot below him, "A..And Don too! Donnie say something-"
He turned to look at Donnie, and saw his big brother suddenly hunched over the cot, his unoccupied hand covering his mouth as he silently sobbed over your form.
Mikey felt more tears fall down his face, just barely stopping himself from breaking down right along with him. He was about to cover for Donnie, but his older brother spoke up before he could.
"Hi. I'm.. I'm here." He spoke softly, gently patting your leg, before he had to muffle himself again.
"H..m...hi" you spoke, your voice broken and shallow, and Mikey felt the damn behind his eyes break.
"I.. I'll go-" He sobbed, before taking a breath and squeezing your hand again. "I'll get Raph and Leo just.. just stay awake a little longer okay?"
Donnie watched as Mikey made his way out. Silently hoping he wouldn't get caught in the fray between their older brothers.
Honestly he was surprised neither of them snapped sooner, Raph had kept his anger almost entirely in check, and Leo had done all he could to keep out of Raph's (figurative) hair.
He knew it was only a matter of time before they both had enough, he just felt so bad that it had to be on the day their little brother miraculously started responding.
Speaking of, Donnie had never seen Mikey so.. Responsible? Thoughtful? Doting? He handled you so well and spoke so softly to you. All while Donnie could barely get his words out of his throat.
His little brother matured in an instant, and it made Donnie feel hollow, yearning for the innocence they had so quickly lost.
He snapped back to attention when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Leo's. He glanced up and saw a concerned look on his face. But underneath that, Donnie instantly recognized the tightness of his jaw, and the tense look in his eyes. Their fight must've been bad.
Donnie removed his hand from his face, smiling a bit and nodding at Leo, silently telling him he was fine. It was obvious that Leo did not believe him at all, and he was surprised when he simply let it go. Their fight must've been really bad.
Raph was at your side quickly, looking you over as he spoke softly. "Hey. Uh.. how.. how are you feeling?" He asked, feeling stupid as soon as the words left his mouth. Obviously you were doing shitty.
"E..every..th..ing hurts.." you mumbled, and all four of them felt their heart break in their chest, "c..can't move.. n.. n can't open..o..pen my eyes.." it sounded so hard for you to speak, and Raph felt guilty he had asked you to say so much. Even if you had decided to elaborate all on your own.
Donnie took the opportunity to dive back into work, wiping his face and giving your leg a squeeze before rushing over to his desk and writing down the things you had said, coming back over with his clipboard and paper in hand. As much as he wanted to ignore his feelings and focus on your health, he couldn't bear the thought of not being by your side.
Raph nodded and watched as Mikey sat back down at your head, resting his own head next to yours on the cot. Tears were streaming down his face, and yet he was smiling. Still overjoyed at the sound of your voice after so long without it.
Raph felt himself wishing he could feel that joy too. He couldn't, not really. Not because he wasn't excited or happy to see you okay, but because he was scared. Scared this wouldn't last.
But he took a deep breath and shook away those thoughts, he couldn't think about what if. Only what was happening in the moment. And in this moment, you were responsive. You were alive, even barely, and you were responsive. That was enough for now.
He turned and looked past Leo at Donnie, who was staring at your chest in that distant medical way of his.
He slowly looked at you again, before gently asking you to elaborate. And as he watched and listened to you, he noticed both of his brothers indulging in the sound of your voice. He hoped you realized how much you were helping them, just by making your presence heard.
Leo kept quiet as Raph continued to gently ask you questions, simply watching your face as you started to speak a bit more fluidly.
He wanted to say something to you, he wanted to apologize, to hold you, to beg for your forgiveness, to tell you just how much you meant to all of them, but he found his mouth practically glued shut.
Why, was the question. Was he afraid of pissing off Raph? Sure. He didn't want to set him off so soon after their fight, didn't want to start anything in front of you, didnt want you to know the words that had been said in the living room.
He was scared, that was obvious. Scared because he didn't know how long this would last. Scared because maybe Master Splinter was right. Scared because he had started to convince himself you couldn't be saved. Scared because he couldn't bear the thought of indulging in the moment knowing it wouldn't last.
The next few hours went by like a blur, the others kept talking to you, even as your voice died out from overuse. And when you finally mumbled, "..'m.. tired" That's when Leo spoke up, indulging in the familiar feeling of settling back into his role as leader, even for just a moment.
"Okay. Okay.. let's leave him be, he's tired. He needs rest." He spoke softly, and as the other three made eye contact with him, he saw it in their faces. They were all afraid he wouldn't wake up.
Leo felt his breath hitch as he took in this information, recognizing the same feeling in himself. "I.. I'll stay with him tonight. You all need sleep. I'll watch over him and let Master Splinter know what happened." He offered, mostly to Donnie, knowing his purple clad brother would rather die than be left to explain the situation to their sensei.
Donnie contemplated for a moment, before nodding, allowing Leo to take his shift this evening.
Slowly, and very, very hesitantly, they all shuffled out of the room. Donnie stopping in the doorway to look towards Leo. "I'll take your shift in the morning Leo." He offered quietly, leaving no room for argument, before he stepped out of the lab, leaving Leo alone with you.
He glanced over at you, silent for a moment as he sat down where Mikey had been, staring at your face.
"..are you still awake?" He asked softly, and you hummed an affirmative. "Okay.. just.. try and get some rest okay? I'll be right here the whole time." You didn't respond. And suddenly Leo felt so disconnected from you, the feeling of sitting next to a stranger hitting him like a truck.
He slolwy put his head down on the cot, away from the teary puddle Mikey had left. And he finally, finally let his tears fall.
He fucked up so bad. So so bad.
He shook in place, gasping for breath as quietly as he could. He didn't want you to hear him like this, so broken down and distraught. It was bad enough the others had seen him out of it for the past two months, but the thought of anyone catching him like this made his stomach come up into his throat.
He stayed like that for what felt like forever, heaving and gasping for air as tears continued to flow down his face, before suddenly he heard your voice again, and his head was up in an instant.
"L..leo..? P..plea..se.. p..lease...be th..ere please-" your voice wavered, breaking and shaking as you struggled to speak.
The fear and desperation in your voice made his big brother instincts go into overdrive, his pride be damned, he needed to make sure you were okay.
"I'm-" his voice broke, wavering the same as yours, "I'm here little brother, I'm still here." He spoke, reaching to gently hold your hand.
"L..eo..! Leo, 'm.. 'm s..scared. don't wa..nna.. can't.." you were panicking, and Leo rubbed your hand slowly.
"Hey it's okay, it's okay.. you're.. you're scared to sleep?" And when you hummed a shaky yes, he could've cried again. His baby brother, scared for his own life.
"Okay.. what if.. what if I talk to you all night? Keep you company? And I'll tell Sensei and Donnie to talk you through the night too, that way.." he hesitated, forcing the optimistic words out of his mouth, "..when you wake up, you'll wake up to our voices. And.. you'll know you're awake."
There was a moment of silence, and Leo felt his chest constrict with that all too familiar anxiety, before finally you hummed out an okay, and he could take a breath.
"Okay.. I'll talk, just.. give me a moment to think." He spoke softly, squeezing your hand.
Now.. what to say? He was never good at rambling, he never had as much to say as Mikey or Donnie did. They always had something to talk about. Mikey about his various activities, and Donnie about his work. They both had something they loved to ramble about. What did Leo love to do? What did Leo do that he could talk about for hours?
He blinked, coming to a realization as more tears overflowed. Of course.
"So.. episode one, season one, the Space Heroes pilot."
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bluebellhairpin · 2 years
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Greek Gods + Goddesses
These are just all my thoughts on their appearances, so take it with a grain of salt, and don't take them too seriously. It's not a powerpoint, ik, but forgive me. I'M LAZY.
ZEUS
The Douchebag Supreme has grey hair and a beard, and over all looks good. Dare I say handsome. He can change to look older or younger, but the crows feet at the edges of his eyes never really go away.
Has an air about him that either makes you really like him or really hate him. You'll never see him skip leg or arm day. His bolt takes a lot to throw (more than he'd admit) so his arm/shoulder/back game is too good for someone with such a bad personality.
POSEIDON
Its easy to nail him as a surfer dude, and no one is more tempted to follow than trend than I am, but I'm not. He's actually more of a trawler fisherman. Real burly bulk.
Messy hair, full beard, tanned skin. Probably has a few scars but not as many as Ares. Wears woolen cloths a lot and looks like a grandpa way too often. His hands a really rough from all the stuff he handles with no gloves and the saltwater getting into callouses.
HERA
I had to look at pictures because unlike everyone else, nothing was coming to mind for what she looks like. But yeah I like this long dark hair portrayed in some pictures. More curled than straight though.
Has the kind of face that can go from looking really kind and soft and motherly - the ideal wife - to looking like she'll ask for your head on a platter when she opens her mouth next. A completely sudden switch between the two and she does it flawlessly. Snaps to her, take that Zeus.
APRODITE
Everyone agrees she is gorgeous, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I am a firm believer in the shapeshifter Aphrodite theory, so what she looks like doesn't matter so much.
Because everyone's view on what is beautiful, or who is the prettiest vary from person to person, her looks come across different for each person, including herself. She doesn't mind so much now as she may have previously.
HEPHESTUS
Poor guy was thrown away by his mother because he was ugly. Ik he's a god but that effects people badly, so he probably doesn't maintain a certain type of appearance. His hair is long, not messy, and he's got a full beard that he would never get rid of because of his disfigured face.
He's got the biggest body of all the gods. Built up a lot of muscle with a healthy layer of fat all over. Like the kind of person you could happily nap on, but who could also crush your head in one hand.
ARES
(Yoiking this one from Rick Riordan) He's got a very scarred face. They're all over his body, God of War and all that, but he still has a handsomeness to him. Not saying all his scars are pretty - there's one across his cheek that's particularly gnarly - but he wears them with pride, so it works.
Very bulky in how his body is built, and honestly he probably walks in a way that makes him even more intimidatingly. Very board shoulders, smaller waist but not snatched. Thighs and biceps are LARGE.
HADES
Just because he's the of of the underworld, I'm going to say his skin is almost transparent in some lighting, you can see his skeleton. I know he's not the god of death, but souls enter in his realm and idk but I feel like he'd kinds fit into that. And I think it looks cool.
Very tall and thin. Dark hair. Looks more starved and wet and paretic than all the blorbos from your shows put together. His eyes are dark but like his skin they seem to fade in and out of existence.
HERMES
He's hard for me to pinpoint a look for. The god of travelers and thieves, a messenger. One thing I can say is that he's small. Not tiny, and by human standards ig he's pretty average. Most likely to pass by you on the street and you not even notice or look at him twice.
Can get into small spaces (flexible), and has the endurance to walk or run whenever he wants (I thinking good leg power). Also most likely to have no collarbones and be blond. idk why.
APOLLO
Gets so much sun time, so his hair is majorly sun-bleached like sailors who spend too much time on deck out at sea, but his skin is dark and full of melanin. He's the one I can see being portrayed as only ever being black - the others are definitely chameleons, but Apollo is definingly a black guy in my books.
Immaculate skincare routine. He thinks it is anyway, even though it could definitely be worse (better? Let's say more complex). Either way, flawless skin. Rocks the moles he has though.
ARTEMIS
I knew she and Apollo are twins, but he's the sun and she's the moon. So her hair is super dark, and her skin is so pale. The only sunlight she sees (unless she's on Mt Olympus) is what's reflected off the moon. Starved Victorian Child kind of pale. Being tanned is a lifestyle and it's not one she lives.
Very small in body-type. I'm thinking almost child-like, but not quite. As if she never grew out of her teen years into maturity. Eternal youth and maidenhood and all that. Her power in in her arms, drawing back on a bow takes practice and time and damn her arms are good for it. Flawless draw.
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1moreoffkeyanthem · 1 month
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ryry will you tell us about the ojv sp parents! or their relationships with the sp boys? like stan ft shelley ( love stan and shell) sharon and rancid ( ik u touched on that one but im nosy ) or like kyle ft. the broflovskis? those dynamics? or how the broflovskis feel abt stan and stan’s parents abt kyle, vice versa? ill also accept star seven fam situations anythin u want go crazy go stupid
( also i love u mwahmwahmwahmwahmwaaaah )
Oh I ABSOLUTELY WILL!!! And I will get WAY too into it!!! Gonna be sticking with the Marshes and Broflovskis this ask, but I’ll get to the rest of the ojv star seven sometime! (This bouta be convoluted tbh)
So starting with my darling Stanathan, Sharon and Randy Jackass Marsh divorced for good when our boy was 12. At this point the only thing Shelley and Stan agreed on was that their parents should NOT be together and when shit was finalized they were both like FUCK YEAH MOM TAKE US OFF THIS FARM!!! And Sharon moved them back into their old house. Randy’s pretty much all over the place and not NEARLY the dad he thinks he is, but the kids still have to spend weekends at the farm a few times a month.
And like a lot of little kids, especially little boys, Stan REALLY looked up to his dad when he was younger. Like that’s his dad, the “cool” parent. But about the time Stan turned 10 and his mental health went through a really bad spot, he started to see the world a LOT less idealistically and ESPECIALLY started seeing the nuance of the people in his life. A lot of people are selfish. And his father is a prime example of that.
That’s not to say OrangeJuiceVerse Randy is truly insidious. He’s not. He just genuinely doesn’t think about anything that doesn’t directly affect him, or acknowledge that his actions can hurt other people. He’s selfish. And a lot of the reason Shelley and Stan had a rocky relationship when they’re young is because she’s four years older than her brother, and she sees their dad for all his bullshit long before Stan does, and a 14 year old Shelley is honestly jealous of that innocence. That, and the general teenage angst, but once they’re on the same page, it’s very “Annoyed Siblings vs Parents Who Need To Get Their Shit Together”. Like Sharon and Randy will be fighting again and they just share that Sibling Look lmao.
That brings me to my queen Sharon. That woman’s highest priority is her kids, always, which is a lot of the reason she gets so exasperated with Randy. Like during Stan’s stint as the poster child football star of South Park, well after the divorce, she is calling him up like “REALLY RANDY?!? You’ll use our boy to promote your weed business but can’t be bothered to come to a single game?!?” She and Sheila have also been essentially second mothers to their sons sbfs forever, and the families have been fused for style’s entire lives.
Also, Stan is a total mamas boy. Both his own and Kyle’s. He has been known to call his mother ‘dude’ because he calls everyone that and he’s very “yes ma’am” with Sheila most of the time but they’re so close that once he called HER dude and she wasn’t even phased she just likes that Stan likes her enough to feel comfortable like that lmfao. He and Sheila tag team being overly concerned about Kyle and they totally gang up on him when he’s not taking care of himself.
With Stan and Gerald, it’s a really casual thing. Like they’re mostly chill towards each other. Unless Gerald is around Randy, in which case Gerald’s dumbass tendencies come out full force, because Gerald’s kind of an idiot but he’s pretty harmless other than some minor cyber bullying and Randy Shenanigans.
So Ike. Ike and Stan have SO much fun together, especially as they get older, like they’re playing video games together, especially the puzzle games that frustrate Kyle, and when Ike’s in high school he goes to Stan for advice on things he’s too embarrassed to ask his brother about (Stan is not the person to ask for advice) and it’s so funny bc like they’re adults and Kyle will wake up at 3am for water and Stan’s in the office on the GTA RP with Ike and they’re trying to get kicked out of servers by pissing off the mods
Kyle time bois!!! As much as he tries to deny it, he is a LOT like his mother. He can be stubborn and reactive, sometimes preachy, but they’re like that because they just care so damn much about everything and everyone. If there’s an injustice to be found, they’re fighting it. And they’re both incredibly nurturing and passionate about loved ones. But because they’re so much alike, they tend to argue. At the end of the day, though, Kyle loves his mom and she loves him.
His relationship with his father was a little strained in high school. Gerald’s well meaning encouragement to push Kyle to succeed came off as IMPOSSIBLE expectations and the pressure Ky felt was on him was enormous, because Gerald really sucks at communication in a sensitive way. He actually felt a lot of guilt, for a long time, about unintentionally stressing his son out to the point that it got to. Kyle didn’t blame him really, mostly himself for getting so carried away, but he did have to learn to take everything Gerald says with a grain of salt.
Kyle and Ike ayyyyyy! Dude even if Kyle kind of terrorized Ike when he was like 8 because he thought that’s what big brothers were supposed to do, he grows into the best big brother and it’s HILARIOUS when Ike’s in middle school and Kyle’s trying WAY too hard to be cool and friends with him and Ike CONSISTENTLY reads him for absolute filth, makes fun of him for everything he can, and rips on him. He has totally told him that he likes Stan better and Kyle was like “yeah, well so do I!” “no shit, homo!” It’s all in good fun, they really love each other a lot, and if anyone fucks with Ike? They are getting the Kyle Rage Volcano.
Shelleys always been kinda indifferent towards all Stan’s friends unless they’re bothering her, but when Kyle and Stan got together, she gave him the ‘take care of my baby brother’ speech. Over the years they come to know each other pretty well, are even friends, maybe not as close as Stan and Ike, but still.
Kyle and Sharon are lowkey BESTIES dude Kyle is Team Sharon from day one. He adores his mother in law, sits with her at football games, loves gushing over Stan with her, just really enjoys her company. As a kid it’s because her more quiet nature is a break from his own mom, but as he gets older, he is the CAPTAIN of Sharon Defense Squad, because
Kyle does not like Randy. And OrangeJuiceVerse Kyle is someone who truly wants to see the good in everyone, give everyone the benefit of the doubt. Not Randy. Like he was 7 years old witnessing Randy Bullshit and he was like “dude your dads a jackass” and Stan was all “he’s okay” but over the years that exasperation with his best friend’s dad turned into an actual grudge, because how could this deranged man not see the emotional toll he was taking on his own son? Why didn’t he care about Stan? Didn’t he give a shit that he was hurting Kyle’s favorite person in the entire world? And Kyle does NOT try to hide the fact that he hates Randy, out here glaring at him, telling him off when he does something stupid (and it’s scary tbh, like OJV Kyle isn’t very intimidating until he’s mad, then he’s snapping like an angry fox) like bruh Kyle was SCREAMING at Randy kicking him out of the wedding for bringing alcohol to his SOBER SON like an uncaring dick, meanwhile Stan was more upset that his dad bothered a beehive lmfao. Kyle ‘Speak No Evil Take No Shit’ Broflovski, everyone. Randy’s a little scared of him.
That’s what I got, my dearest, THANK YOU FOR ASKING I LOVE THINKING ABT OJV!!!
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jackhues · 1 year
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NAQIA, FIRSTLY, CONGRATS ON 100 <3 YOU DESERVE IT AND MORE
but i’m here to request 👽
and since i’ve been in such a jamie mood, maybe introducing jamie to the family?
THANK YOUU SO MUCH <33
👽: short blurb: send in a player + scenario, and i'll make a quick blurb (around 100 words)
here's your request, ik it's supposed to be 100 words, but i just keep getting carried away with these loll, hope you like it!!
“dude, they’re gonna love you,” you promised jamie.
the two of you were out on your parent’s porch, about to enter the family dinner. your mother had decided to invite some of your closest cousins for dinner randomly, and you thought it was a perfect time to bring jamie along.
jamie was excited too, but now, standing on the porch, you could tell he was more nervous than he’d realized.
“are they really?” he muttered. “you’re just saying that because you love me.”
“and they’re gonna love you too.” you repeated. “i mean dad’s already a fan of the ducks, so you’re good there. mom has no idea what the ducks are, but she’ll follow dad’s lead. my siblings, cousins, the rest of them are all super talkative, so as long as you nod along and listen, they’ll love you.”
jamie made a face, but motioned towards the door, “alright then. if they don’t love me, i get to say i told you so.”
you laughed, “it won’t come to that, but sure.”
you opened the door, immediately attacked by the familiar sound of younger children running around the house and wrestling, older kids talking and listening to music, and all the adults yelling around the house for help or getting the kids out of the way. it was chaos, but it was where you came from.
“everyone’s favourite is here!” you called out, closing the door behind you and jamie.
you stumbled slightly, passing the pie towards jamie, as your cousins’ children came rushing into your arms. they all began speaking at once, telling you about their new school, or an assignment they had, or a game they wanted you to play with them. you nodded along, laughing as most of it just went over your head.
“who’s that?” one of them asked, pointing at jamie.
a few of them craned their necks to look at him, while others began to hide their face in your leg.
“that’s jamie,” you smiled, ushering him closer. you introduced jamie and the kids to each other, laughing as jamie seemed to forget all about his worries.
after introducing him to the kids, the two of you moved along to the kitchen where your parents were waiting.
you hugged your parents, motioning to your boyfriend, “that’s jamie. the dude i’ve been seeing.”
“hi!” your mom grinned. “oh, it’s so nice to see you. i’m y/m/n, this is my husband, y/d/n.”
“you play for the ducks, right?” your dad asked, shaking his hand. “number six, used to be thirty-four. that was a good number, i used that number in peewee.”
jamie smiled, “you played hockey?”
and just like that, he became a part of the family.
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spaceymaseyy · 5 months
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anidala/vaderdala tropes in fanfics I’m not a fan of
so ik we already barely have any good fics for this ship but like some of the best rated fics follow the following tropes and it just makes me skip them and ughhh i wish it wasn’t the case so here they are:
- not having anakin and padme be each other’s firsts + one and only: my biggest issue with a lot of fics, somehow anakin/vader always has experience in smutty fics like dude i just want smut where he is trying his best but he’s been so obsessed with padme his whole life that he could NEVER be with another woman, just like canon
- making anakin older than padme: one of the main reasons why i ship them sm is because it flips the usual conventional age gap in relationships where the guy’s older
- modern aus: it doesn’t even feel like their characters anymore idk, takes away the fairytale aspect of it
anyways pls drop any good fic suggestions 🙏🏽
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dannystheone · 1 year
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hi!! omg i’m absolutely in love with ur south park fics <33 they’re so cute and brought me so much joy 😭 i absolutely love ur one with the 4 boys, i had the biggest smile on my face while reading it 💗 your interactions for them are adorable and completely spot on, it felt like it was a real scene from the show! i love the way you write kenny’s dialogue btw, being muffled but still understandable, it’s perfect <3 and kyle being the most ticklish is so real.
do you have any headcannons for the main kids?? mine are that kyle is afraid to raise his hand all the way in class bc there was a period where everytime he did stan would just wiggle his fingers into kyle’s armpit
and also kenny has to sew patches over any holes he gets in his parka bc the boys would always shove their fingers through the holes and tickle him lol
hope ur having a great day!! sorry if this was too long lol the sp hyperfix is so strong 😭 looking forward to all ur future posts!! 💗💗
Dude that is so me this fixation is HYPER
And your hc's are so cute! I love all the boys I think they're so cute. And thank you for the compliments! I loved writing Kenny's dialogue he's so adorable :(
But yes main four hc's absolutely!
Stan:
-If it isn't obvious by now I hc that Stan snorts after laughing for a bit too long and everyone LOVES it cause it's such a stupid sound
-But he absolutely hates it even though he can't control it
-Stan needs to be tickled in a main tickle spot to unlock the rest of his body's ticklishness, or else it just looks like he isn't ticklish at all
-He's not much of a fighter, even though he wants to be. His body freezes in place like a fight or flight response
-His laughter is high-pitched (of course, he's a kid) but once he hits puberty it's more melodic? Unless you hit a bad spot then it turns to chaos
-Once he grows into his body and he's more confident in himself, he doesn't mind his waist getting tickled, but his biggest tickle spot is from his knees to his top thighs
-As a ler, he's the second biggest ler in the group.
-With Shelley as his sibling he knows his way around a tickle fight and has no problem saying the word
-Usually tickles to get what he wants (as a kid and a teenager)
Kyle:
-Most ticklish one in the group and he HATES it
-Gets abused by Cartman and Stan, occasionally Kenny
-When Cartman found out Kyle was ticklish, Kyle had bruises on his sides by the end of the week
-Doesn't go down without a fight, though
-Very analytical ler, uses different techniques and experiments in different spots and catalogs tickle spots on his friends
-Not an instigator, but if someone tickles him enough he will definitely fight back
-When he grows up his laughter turns musical, which reinforces the fact that he was born to lee lol
-Him and Ike get into tickle fights all the time
-His biggest tickle spot is his ears, which is why he wears the biggest hat out of all of the guys
-His curly hair brushes against his ears all day and it's hard to concentrate
-He has to force himself to say the T word but with enough practice, it looks like he can say it effortlessly
Kenny:
-Kenny gets tickled the least in the group even though he doesn't mind it!
-His big jacket gets in the way, while the other guys have simple hoodies that have easier access
-Gets sad when Stan and Kyle get in a tickle fight and secretly wishes they drag him into it
-He LOVES to fight back though it's exciting
-When he does get attention and he gets tickled, the guys wonder why they don't tickle Kenny more often, his laugh is so cute lol
-He definitely has died laughing while getting tickled too long by his siblings
-He gets into tickle fights with them too often
-When he gets older, his laughter becomes deeper and richer
-He grows out of tickling when he grows up, but he's still plenty sensitive
-He doesn't have one tickle spot that's worse than the other, he's just moderately ticklish everywhere
Cartman:
-Biggest ler in the group by far
-He definitely had a tickling phase after he saw how effective it was against his friends
-Stan and Kyle pretty much had their arms glued to their sides anytime they were around Cartman
-Cartman knew they were scared of him tickling them and he LOVED it
-They thought to tickle him back once, but he didn't give them the reaction they wanted, so he got to torment them all he wanted
-Definitely has tickled everyone in the group to tears at one point, including Kyle
-Has been called a 'tickle-sadist' at school but that only fueled his fire
-Only his mom knows his tickle spots (and his wife when he grows up)
-His ears and his feet, which no one would ever go for since they're not the most accessible spots
-Someone save the boys LMAO
I hope you enjoy these! If it's requested I can include Butters and the Craig gang as well :))
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siriuslysatorusimping · 8 months
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well since you asked i shall not leave u in suspense hehe
my theory is that rinko is going to go with maki to the zenins post shibuya and that is when the naoya scene will happen and if that is right (if im wrong idc bc i know youre still going to make the scene amazing) i can see rinko really get into the fight esp with the way hes treated her growing up and the emotions post shibuya
also ! ik that these two are basically idiot in love with eachother but what would you say rinko and gojo’s type is?? and do they match eachothers type ??
Hello again Anon! I appreciate you not leaving me in suspense even though I have been leaving everyone in suspense 😂😂
I'm a wordy bitch so my answer is below the cut 🙃
Side Note: this post made me wonder, should I do a full profile for Rinko to give more information?? Would you guys like that?? 🤔🤔
Read Another Level on AO3 :)
Naoya dying in the same spot where he stabbed Rinko would be nice, wouldn't it?? Such poetic justice
Guess we'll have to wait and see 👀👀👀
Do they match each other's type?
Hmmmmmm this one made me think.
Personality wise:
I think Gojo matches Rinko's type very well: Confident, attractive, strong, and doesn't back down at all when she pushes or teases him. (it's also why she and Nanami get along so well.) But also caring and attentive. Gojo is very observant and it's something she really, really likes about him.
Rinko kinda made Gojo realize he does have a type lol and it's brats. His type is brats 😂😂😂
But really, his type is someone he knows is strong enough to handle their own in most situations. He likes Rinko because she can take care of herself 9/10 times but she isn't afraid to ask for help. She doesn't rely on him, but she doesn't completely shun his offers to help and that is why he likes helping her.
Essentially, Gojo loves a confident, capable, sexy woman who isn't afraid of seeming weak by asking for help
Appearance wise:
Gojo is everyone's type if we're being honest. But Rinko does mention that she finds his eyes attractive, mainly because she can read him so well when she can see him. The Six Eyes are beautiful, but she likes them beyond that, which makes Gojo very happy
She really (even though she won't admit it) likes when his blindfold makes his hair stick up 😂😂 Rinko also likes how tall Gojo is. That he can tower over her, but a lot of times chooses to slouch so that he doesn't is something she finds both endearing and attractive
Rinko is a Zenin, and she looks like one. Honestly, if you stand her next to Maki, Mai, and Megumi, you'd wonder how the fuck the clan ever thought they could hide who Rinko is. There's a reason that one person thought Megumi was her kid, he could easily pass for it.
BUT she also looks like her mother. She got her mother's height, so she's not as tall as the average Zenin, and her eyes are brighter than theirs. Gojo wasn't joking when he said she has her mother's eyes. So they're gentle and expressive, which, Gojo has now realized, he finds very attractive. She's also more bubbly and snarky than cruel and heartless like most of the Zenins 😂😂 which might not seem like a physical trait, but it's a body language thing. If you'll notice, absolutely none of the Zenins just fucking smile, it's always a fucking sneer or smirk or sadistic grin (i've been rewatching the anime and it's fucking true, dude) but because Rinko is so like her mother, her smile is genuine and it reaches her eyes and makes the corners crinkle as they light up when she laughs or when she's teasing someone.
When I picture Rinko, I think of an older combination of Mai and Maki, maybe slightly more feminine, with her mother's eyes, and a lighter stance. She purposefully remains physically open to catch people off guard, let them think her guard is down when, in fact, she is always on guard mentally. She can remain open physically because she always has a duplicate ready to swap with if danger arises.
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Anyway, yeah, this is my answer to this question idk if it made any sense at all though 😂😂😂😫 Did this make ANY FUCKING SENSE?? OR WAS I JUST RANTING LIKE A LUNATIC????
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