#randy is kind of doing the same

[bensonsknuckles]

benson’s relationship with tenderness towards randy is so fraught and conflicted and it drives me insane because it’s almost all projection? like on one hand he genuinely wants to comfort and help randy, show him the softness he deserves (benson deserved). but every little pathetic thing randy does, every moment of ineptitude or weakness or submission, is either something benson sees in his past self and wants to punish or stamp out (because he’s convinced himself that showing weakness means getting hurt), or something he sees as denied to his past self, and then he’s raging because why does randy get to be soft and innocent and coddled when benson never was. he’s earnestly protective, both of randy and of what benson has convinced himself randy represents, but he’s also so angry and bitter and resentful. so he caresses randy and cries over his wounds but also hits him and controls him and like??? he’s punching a mirror the whole time????????

[caverats]

The movie “The Passenger” in a way is just Benson saw-trapping Randy

[ollyollyaxe]

saint randy, beloved patron of suffering 💘

[pedgito]

𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 | Harry Castillo x reader

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summary | Five years of being his assistant and five years of failed attempts at finding love with your help, but maybe the obvious answer has been there the entire time. Alternatively, you fucked your boss? Uh-oh.

author's note | harry...randy...who knows. i'll change it if needed but given the name tag, this is what i'm sticking with for now. skip the lecture about not writing until the movie is out, this isn't hurting anyone so don't bother me about it, xo. the horny demons always win. i listened to this song i repeat while i wrote, felt fitting.

content warning | 18+ MDNI, power imbalance (boss/assistant), work wife/work husband type beat, mentions of failed dating, being superficial, mentions of sugar daddy things, expensive gifts, reader is a godly assistant with a will stronger than mine, he smokes, they drink, sex while inebriated, he's down so bad, also oral!, tense morning after, open-ended

word count — 4.5k

You knew him better than anyone.

From his breakfast order down to his specific choice of underwear, like you weren’t making the weekly purchases and filling up his rarely used fridge in the apartment that was way out your price range, arranging his schedule down to the minute, booking his flights, packing his bag.

Really, Harry should just marry you.

…it was more of a joke, but you’ve teased him about it once or twice.

He called you his work wife anyways, but in reality, you were just his assistant.

He did trust you with his life, though.

More importantly, his love life.

“Kim flaked,” he tells you over coffee, perched at his kitchen island as you typed away on your laptop, looking up briefly with eyes that begged for him to explain, he does and makes a show about, mimicking a more feminine voice as he relays the message she gave him, “same song and dance—you’re great and fun but I can’t do anything serious right now,”

“Were you nice?” you ask curiously.

Harry rolls his eyes at that, like it was a stupid question to ask. But, eventually he nods.

“Did you ask questions?” you continue, fingers folding over the screen of your laptop to close it.

“Plenty, she works in finance, loves the color blue, wants to travel,” he could go on and on, throwing his hands up in defeat before they slump to his side, “maybe I should try out a real matchmaker—not that you’re bad at it—”

“You think I’m bad at it,” you smile knowingly, “don’t you?”

“No,” you’re unconvinced, “besides—you’re my assistant, I never meant for that type of responsibility to fall on you, you know?”

“I’m doing both of us a favor,” you remind him, “I think…it just takes time.”

And fortunately, all you had was time.

It felt pointless for Harry to spend a chunk of cash to have someone pair him up with the supposed love of his life, though you knew that money wasn’t a problem, you felt a weird responsibility to protect him, unsure how quickly someone would take advantage of his kindness.

“There’s a gala,” you tell him offhandedly, “next week. I already cleared your schedule for it. I think…maybe you should just peruse this time.”

“Peruse?” he chuckles, eyes creasing in amusement, his crow’s feet deepening with the emotion, “You’re a control freak, you sure about that?”

“That’s just mean,” you retort, “you’re paying me anyways—if you didn’t like it you’d fire me.”

He knew you were right, sipping quietly at his coffee in response.

He was frustrating, predictable, and painfully superficial. 

Every date was an exercise in appearances—perfectly tailored suits, dinner at the most exclusive places, charm turned up to eleven. And yet, none of it ever stuck. He was overcompensating and you weren’t sure why.

He was a good guy, down to his core, and in the five years you had worked with him there was never a moment you thought he didn’t deserve love, he was perfect. Too perfect.

That was the problem.

“You know, you’re like prime age to be a sugar daddy,” you tease him, knowing how he felt about the topic, “there’s plenty of apps that I can—”

“You’re relentless,” he grumbles, “if you ever did that, I’m firing you on the spot.”

“You wouldn’t,” it was a gentle challenge, smirk flashing across your face as he returned it with fondness, “without me you would crash and burn, Mr. Castillo.”

And he knows it.

–

The gala is a bust.

So, as a bandaid to his wounded ego, you order takeout and keep him company in his big, lavish apartment—it wasn’t the first time, it wouldn’t be the last.

You knew what the issue was, but there was a sinking feeling in your stomach that told you he wouldn’t receive the information well.

It was after every failed date, every expensive dinner.

They saw him at the surface, the charming man with an easy, warm smile.

You saw the man who kicked his shoes off and stripped himself of his suit jacket the second he walked through the door, who couldn’t resist a late-night binge of his newest streaming obsession, someone who insisted on stirring his coffee counterclockwise because it made it taste better, a man would text you pictures of squirrels in the park that he would feed on his way home.

It wasn’t that you were pining over him. You just knew him better than anyone.

“Why are you so dead set on marriage?” you ask him over dinner, turned toward him on the couch as he reaches for the remote to pause the show on screen.

He’s had this conversation before, but he’s never asked you any questions on the matter.

“What’s your opinion on it?” he’s avoiding, clearly, but you’ll bite.

“I don’t date, I’m not interested, signing a piece of paper isn’t going to signify my feelings toward someone if it came down to that,” you admit, “I’m not cynical, marriage is fine, but this stuff takes time,”

“Well, I’m not getting any younger,” Harry gripes, arms reaching over the back of the couch as he mirrors your position.

“Oh, please,” you scoff, “you’re forty-nine.”

“Almost fifty,” he corrects, “I’m ancient.”

“O-kay,” you sigh, “do you want honesty?”

“I’d hope you were being honest with me all the time.”

“No,” you laugh softly, “like…brutal fucking honesty?”

He’s silent, but attentive. 

“You keep choosing women who treat you like they’re next getaway vacation and you fall for it every time,” his forehead creases at the words, looking hurt by your words, “I see your bank payments every month, the activity—”

“It’s not like money is an issue,” he defends, causing you to sigh dramatically and fall back against the arm of the couch in faux distress.

“This is impossible,” you groan, staring up at the ceiling before you feel his hand circle around your wrist, tugging gently,

“Okay, I’m listening,” Harry says softly, pulling you upright, “I’m sorry—I am.”

“You want it to work so bad,” you tell him, “I see it—every time you approach someone you put on that smile and it works, but you’re giving so much and yeah, maybe some of them like that, but I’m sure a few would just enjoy a nice dinner here, or something simple. I think you forget to realize that someone can just be interested in you, for you, not for what you are or have,”

It’s profound, the way his face softens at your words, his touch still lingering around your wrist.

You’ve never even considered or entertained the idea that you might find Harry attractive or even attainable—for one, you had signed a contract that agreed to a professional work relationship, as a benefit for both of you, not that he ever had any intention to begin with.

You’ve been with him for so long, it feels, a fresh and young mind to help keep him active and busy, constantly refreshing ideas and helping him not feel like he was stuck, and you were damn good at taking care of him when he’s often tended to neglect himself.

The only thing you know is that he’s never looked at you like that.

Like you could see straight through him, all his flaws on display.

But, that was because you knew all of them.

You knew everything about him, even the worse bits.

His bad habits, his self-inflicting ones, everything that he refused to bring to the surface.

Harry’s fingers still lingered around your wrist, the weight of your words sinking in. 

But then, just like he always did, he broke the tension with a huff of laughter and frowns as he brushed you off.

“You just think I’m a sucker, don’t you?”

You shook your head with a faint smile, returning your arm to your lap.

“No—I think you like to see the good in people. So much good that you’re willing to ignore red flags.”

“Jeez,” he chuckled, clutching his stomach like you had physically wounded him, “that hurt.”

You shrugged and reached for the remote to resume the picture on screen, “You’ll survive.”

–

It was your day off—Sunday, the one day.

“Have you seen my cufflinks laying around?” he asked over the video call, “Shit—my tie, too. I can’t find it anywhere. I thought you said you laid it out for me.”

“No, I said I had it hung up and for you to lay it out before you showered,” you correct him, laying tiredly on your couch as you watched him search around frantically, hair damp and his bare shoulders on display, only catching the briefest glimpses of the towel around his waist as he turned the camera around, “Waitwait—go back!”

“There’s no fucking way you saw it,” Harry argues, “I’ve been looking for the last ten minutes—”

“In the pocket of your suit, the tie is there,” you tell him, “and given that you probably tossed the suit on the bed like you always do, the cufflinks are probably somewhere hiding under the blanket,”

He tosses you against the mattress, your screen succumbing to darkness as you wait, some shifting of the sheets before you hear him make a sound before he appears again, cufflinks pinched between his fingers and a look of defeat on his face.

“What would you do without me?” you ask with a cocky grin, finger hovering over the end call button as he shakes his head.

“What was this for again?” Harry asks curiously, laying you down upright as you caught a glimpse of his bare chest as he shrugged the crisp, white button down over his shoulders.

“It’s a charity auction, your favorite,” you chirp, “and you’re flying solo, so—don’t do anything stupid or…crass,”

“If I paid you double a day of work would you go?” Harry asks after a long pause, glancing down at the screen, “Triple?”

“Triple?!” you gawk, “see—you’re insane, this is what I’m talking about,”

He chuckles despite your response, “You’re good at keeping the sharks away,”

There were particular hawking businessmen who made it their mission to hunt Harry down at events and keep him occupied, eager to do business, whatever it may be—you were the unspoken master of redirection, as much as he refused to admit it.

“Can we grab dinner on the way?” 

“Burgers?” Harry asks, perking up slightly.

It was a constant go-to for you and him.

You nod through the screen, “Don’t even bother with the tie either, I’ll do it.”

–

“I can’t believe you roped me into this on my day off,” you whisper at his side, earning a half-smirk from him.

The charity auction was as lavish as you’d expected.

Crystal chandeliers, gold accents, and far too much champagne and hors d'oeuvres. 

Harry’s hand found the small of your back the moment you arrived, steering you through a sea of designer gowns and tuxedos, feeling uncomfortable in the tight dress and stilettos that you only wore on rare occasions, biting at your heels.

“You’ll survive,” he grins, grabbing you both a glass of champagne and pressing it into your waiting fingers, “I’m gonna…peruse, alright?”

“Don’t say it—that just makes you sound like a creep,” your face scrunches up in disgust as you sip at the alcohol, “just go—go, I’ll…handle everything else.”

The evening passed in a blur of small talk and polite smiles, but somewhere between the endless speeches and bidding wars, you found yourself on the balcony, the cool night air a welcome relief in the stuffy ballroom.

You smell him before you see him, the thick and rich scent of his cologne so familiar you swear you could find him on that alone, turning over your shoulder to see him closing the door quietly, cigarette pack tucked in his palm as he approached with a neutral expression.

“You okay?” you ask, leaning against the railing of the balcony.

Harry sighed, rubbing the back of his neck and then plucking a single cigarette from the box, “Honestly? I’m just tired of it.”

“The auctions? Charity?” you inquire, a small smile tugging at your face.

“All of it.” He looked at you, his gaze lingering as he lit the tobacco, “The events, the dates, searching for—I don’t even fucking know at this point,”

“The offer stands…” you say jokingly, though he knows exactly where this is heading.

“If I wanted a sugar baby I’d find one.”

Your eyes roam over his figure as he puffs at the cigarette, pulling a deep laugh from his chest before you’re pushing him away playfully.

“Let’s go,” he tells you with a deep sigh, stubbing out the end of the cigarette and tucking it away for later, tossing his arm over your shoulder as he readied to guide you through the crowd, always protective in spaces like this, another thing that was special to him.

–

The ride home is quiet, like it always is, both of you sitting in the backseat with the partition up, watching as he looked through his phone with a scowl, occasional typing and sending a message.

Eventually, he looks at you.

“Thank you,” He says with a soft tone, “I know this isn’t your favorite thing to do.”

You tilted your head into the headrest and smiled, crossing one thigh over the other as you worked at your heels to remove them, “Oh, it wasn’t that bad—the free alcohol is always a plus.”

He chuckled at that, silently helping you remove your shoes with a soft squeeze to your foot.

That was normal—but, it forces you to pause.

His natural instinct to help, to touch, to comfort you.

Your brow furrows at the gesture before you shake it away, blaming it on the buzz of alcohol in your system, watching as he continues the gesture with the other foot.

“Having you there makes it bearable, is all,” he explains, looking up at you briefly as he undid the tie around your ankle, “you…calm me, I guess.”

You swallowed. Hard.

The warmth of his words lingering in your chest, in his touch against your ankle, “You’d do the same for me.”

And he would—if you ever needed anything, anything, Harry was there.

“Yeah,” he agreed quietly, “without question.”

The sincerity caught you off guard. 

You turned to study him, the familiar slope of his nose, the line of his jaw. There was something about the way he looked tonight—tired, maybe, but softer. 

And he keeps looking at you, checking.

The car moved smoothly through the dimly lit streets, the city blurring past in streaks of gold and blues and reds. The hum of the engine was steady, the faint sound of music barely audible from the front, through the glass, the back lit up dimly by the trim of lights on the roof and door.

Harry leaned back, one hand moved against the seat, his other hand dragging slowly over his thigh—restless. 

Instinctually, without thinking, you reached for his hand.

It wasn’t purposeful. Just a simple act of absentmindedness.

You’ve done it a hundred times before. 

Tugged at his sleeves to fix his cufflinks, brushed lint from his lapel or pants, adjusted the collar of his shirts. Constantly fixed his hair, touching him wasn’t new.

His skin was warm. Not hot, not cold.

You felt the slight twitch of his hand, like he was debating whether to move. Instead, his fingers shifted, just a fraction, enough that the edge of his thumbnail brushed over the inside of your wrist.

The contact was thoughtless, nothing.

But, in the same moment, it felt like everything.

The way his eyes watched the movement, roamed your body like they had before but with a different implication, his eyes half-lidded and relaxed, wondering how much alcohol he had consumed himself—this wasn’t friendly.

And it definitely wasn’t professional.

Harry’s gaze was on you now, your face, as you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his hand.

Then his thumb moved. 

Up. 

Barely. 

A soft drag along your pulse.

It was half a decade of avoidance, defeat in his heart and mind, and fear in your own.

Broken, by the car rolling to a stop outside of Harry’s apartment building.

“We’re here, Mr. Castillo,” the voice of the driver came from the front, a nod of acknowledgement as his hand slipped from yours.

“Oh, hold on,” you were scooting aside to let him out, readied for the next stop as he cocks his head toward the building, “I’ve got something for you—I’ll drive you home, don’t worry,”

“Harry,” you stress, looking down at his hand that waves you toward him, extending out for you to grab, insistently as his fingers wiggle in wait.

Turns out, he wasn’t totally lying.

That something was accompanied by a seven thousand dollar bottle of Leroz Aux Brulees—you knew that because you had purchased it during his trip to France, the supposed city of love.

“I’m going to murder you,” you tell him as he places the bottle on the counter and keeps the closed case of mystery at his side, “hide your body, flee country—I hate surprises, you know that.”

“I think you’ll like this one,” he grins, popping the cork on the bottle and pouring two hefty glasses, eyeing the deep red as it glugged into the glass.

“You know, if you wanted company you could have just asked,” you tell him, “I get it, you’re lonely,”

He knows you’re only teasing but it stings nonetheless, both of you taking a long and heavy sip as his fingers swirl over the velvet casing before he’s pushing it over quickly, tapping it with his fingers, “Open it,” he encourages, eyeing you over the rim.

You place your glass down and pry it open slowly, carefully, like you were deconstructing a bomb, but as the piece inside comes into view you find yourself at a loss for words or thoughts.

Your eyes are wide, staring up at him with parted lips that tingled from the lingering alcohol, knowing you should have cut yourself off at one glass of champagne and refused to come inside, that you should have just went home and enjoyed what little bit of the day you had left to yourself.

Now, you were looking back at a necklace so delicate you were afraid to stare at it too long, embedded with a cluster of diamonds and nearly two years of your rent if you were doing the math correctly in your mind.

Always about the numbers, Harry constantly teased.

“I saw how you looked at it the other day,” he admits, “and I owe you a hell of a lot more, but it…I’m trying to say thank you for…being you,”

“I’m not taking that,” you refuse with a laugh of disbelief, sliding back over to him gently, downing the rest of your wine in one go to forget how fast your heart was beating in your chest.

“You are,” Harry insists, “consider it a bonus—Christmas is in a couple months, too.”

“You know…this is exactly that kind of stuff a sugar da—”

Harry makes a noise, shaking his head.

You bite your lip in thought, ignoring his subtle annoyance at your comment.

It was fucking beautiful, really.

You sigh, using one finger to turn the case back toward you, examining it closely.

Quietly, Harry presses his glass into the counter and rounds the edge toward you, his chest at your shoulder as he reaches for the jewelry, working carefully at the clasp before he’s motioning for you to relax your shoulders.

It wasn’t the stillness of the moment, but his touch, again.

He’s methodical in the way he touches you, dragging his hand around your neck as he fits the necklace into place, his fingertips pressing against the column of your throat in a way that tickles slightly, shifting uncomfortably until you hear the faint click and he breathes behind you, hands resting at your shoulders.

You’re not sure why he hasn’t moved, but you find yourself turning to speak.

“I’m just going to call an uber,” you tell him, “probably shouldn’t drive since we’ve both been drinking,”

“Yeah,” he agrees, but it sounds hollow, his eyes not following you as you move.

You hop from the chair and bend down to grab your shoes, but his hand is curling around your bicep and pulling you up and he’s staring again, the charge of his touch sending a jolt through your body as freeze,

“Come here,” he beckons, too natural.

And you listen.

He’s soft, every part of him. Skin, clothes, hair, lips.

He’s kissing you gently, like you might break, but you can tell he wants more.

Needs more.

“Are you going to regret this tomorrow?” you find yourself asking as he parts from you, licking at his lips as you both take a breath, letting the moment settle.

He shakes his head, “Are you?”

“Maybe,” you answer honestly, “maybe…not—fuck, I don’t know,”

“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” he promises, but you knew that was a lie.

Still, you nod in understanding.

–

He’s so tender with his touch, slipping you out of the dress in the dim light of his room.

Even softer as he guides you to your back and spreads himself on his belly between your legs, fingers interlocked with his at your hips as he buries his nose between your folds, his tongue splitting your cunt open in a sharp gasp that has you throwing your head back. His lips traced a slow, deliberate path down your body, igniting sparks along every inch of your skin. 

He kissed along the curve of your thighs, teasing, tasting, until the tension was unbearable and with each flick of his tongue, each gentle suck, it pulled you deeper into a haze of heady desire. 

This was reckless, dangerous, but neither of you found the moment to pause and think.

You wonder if things had been building to this for a while—if it was always supposed to happen this way or if he was acting off of greed; lust and companionship, even if just for a night.

You know you can ask him to stop at any point and he would, but even as his tongue brings you to your first orgasm of the night and he’s guiding you to your stomach, reaching blindly into his bedside table for a foil wrapping the crinkles loudly in the silence, you want this.

It was embarrassing how badly you wanted this.

He fucks you slow, too. 

It was torturous, his chest flat against your back as he palms his cock and feeds it into you.

You don’t talk, neither does he.

But, his low moans and stuttering breaths speak for him.

If you could see him, you’d know how furrowed his brow would be, a hand sliding over the curve of your ass until he can reach your thigh, beckoning for you to raise it without speaking.

You oblige, the angle of his thrusts changing on a dime.

“I can’t believe you’re real sometimes,” he admits like he’s confessing a sin.

“Please,” you plead—please stop talking, please keep going, please fuck me.

You couldn’t decide.

You feel him nod where his forehead is pressed between your shoulder blades as his fist curls into the sheet beside your head.

“Another, gimme another,” he pleads, the fingers on his other hand curling under your neck to life your chin, not expecting to meet his eyes as he leans over you.

The expression on his face so raw it makes you flutter around him, his lips parting in a deep, guttural groan, “I know you can,” he nods hurriedly.

And damn, does the praise work.

Your whimper breaks him, breathing out shakily as you locked eyes when he comes, slow and forceful thrusts until you’re nothing but an exhausted pile of tangled limbs.

“Greedy girl,” he comments through the haze, a weak giggle bubbling from your chest.

He pulls out slowly, a low grunt as he does so.

You’re not sure when you fall asleep, but you wake to a startling amount of weight over your stomach, an arm splayed possessively, the faint outline of a ring as you drag your hand over the limb.

It’s only as your eyes pry open that reality hits you, stumbling out of bed quickly.

No…nononono, where the fuck were your clothes? Jesus.

You stumble around half awake, searching for the silk dress on the floor, feeling accomplished when you find it and hastily redressing yourself as Harry stirs in bed, encouraging you to hurry, to slip out before he can say anything.

Your shoes are already on and you’re reaching for the doorknob when the voice comes, the weight of the necklace that still remained on your neck, two empty glasses of wine on the counter, a night of hasty choices and urgency laid out like a crime scene as his voice rings out from behind you, pleading.

“Don’t—don’t go,” Harry begs, “You don’t have to go,”

So much of this was wrong—it complicated everything.

Your life, your job, your relationship with him.

He can see you slipping, fingers inching toward the knob as he approaches you in a hurry, barefoot and shirtless, the kind of scene you shouldn’t be comforted with, like this was all normal to the both of you.

You’ve seen him like this a thousand times, but not when he’s looking at you so vulnerable, heart tore open and stapled to his chest, beating against your own as his hands splayed out over your cheeks.

“I don’t regret it,” he assures you again, “so please—stay, okay?”

“What changed?” you ask, voice trembling, “Five years, Harry. Five.”

“I’ve been running in circles this entire time,” he admits, “you know it—I know it.”

You had been there the entire time, learning every part of him without judgement, cataloging his flaws and skills, learning how he ticked and what motivated him. You had never quite settled on the ideal person to fit in his life as his partner, it surely wasn’t you.

It couldn’t be you.

“Please, don’t go,” Harry echoed once more.

The sick, cruel joke of it all was that this was your job. 

You had nowhere to go. If it was any other morning, you would just be arriving, leaving his breakfast in the kitchen and starting your day.

You nod solemnly, “Of course, Mr. Castillo.”

It was painstaking, forcing the mask back on.

But, you couldn’t deal with this now.

Or ever, even.

Harry looks at you with a confused sadness, thumbs rubbing at your cheekbones before his hands fall to his side.

You’d figure this out, you always did.

[saturns-peachy-honeymoon]

dally's girl?

summary: ponyboy didn't think much about who you were dating, but he'd never expected to see you with the one and only dallas winston.

content: fluff. dallas x soc!reader, platonic!ponyboy & reader, platonic!johnny & reader. mainly from pony's pov

warning: a little bit of profanity, kissing

Ponyboy thought he knew you pretty well, or at least better than he knew his other soccy classmates. He had met you through Johnny toward the end of summer, and when y’all discovered that you were in the same AP Literature class, your friendship was pretty much cemented. You didn’t mind that he was a greaser or the youngest in your class; you just treated him like, well, a person. 

He knew you had a boyfriend, you’d gush about sweet dates he had taken you on, and how funny he was often. But he’d never seen you with anyone, and your girlish, charming way, you had only really referred to your boyfriend as “my boy.” Honestly, with as many times as the two of you had partnered up for projects, Ponyboy was kind of happy he hadn’t met whatever bullheaded soc you were seeing. Because if even Soda teased him about having a crush on you, which he unequivocally didn’t, he’d hate to see what your boyfriend would do when he saw how much time you spent around a greaser like himself. So he never pried. He never even wanted to, not until today. 

It was the kind of thing people don’t notice until they notice. Ponyboy had stopped by your locker so the two of you could walk back to his house to study together. You were talking to Johnny, twirling the large silver pendant that hung from your necklace. So what? Soc girls always wore jewelry, nothing weird, right? Well, that wasn’t necessarily what caught his eye. What did catch his eye, however, was that it wasn’t just any pendant; it was a ring: a large silver skull ring. 

“Ponyboy, hey!” You chirped cheerfully as you closed your locker. “How was your last class?” 

Pony’s response caught in his throat as he watched you tuck the ring beneath your baby pink sweater. He’d seen that ring before. Why couldn’t he remember who it belonged to? 

Johnny raised an eyebrow. “Pony, you okay?” 

Ponyboy shook his head, bringing himself back to the present, “Yeah, just lost in thought. Are you two ready to go?” 

You and Johnny nodded and followed as Ponyboy led you down the hallway and out of the building. Where had he seen that ring before? The list of socs he met that had knuckles covered in large, gaudy rings was a long one. He knew it wasn’t Randy, which, in all honesty, was a little disappointing. He had secretly been hoping that if you’d date any soc, it would be kind, harmless, hippie Randy. It didn’t belong to Paul - thank god. Could it be-

“Ponyboy,” your voice pulled his attention back to you. “I was thinking we could make flashcards and test each other? I know you don’t like Shakespeare that much, so I can focus on that and you can-” 

“Is that Dally?” Johnny asked, his head cocking curiously. 

“Yeah, right. Like Dally would be caught dead within fifty yards of a school building. Besides, he’s in the cooler until-”

Pony trailed off, his brain short-circuiting as he watched you sprint full speed towards Dallas Winston. Dally, who had been leaning up against Buck’s Thunderbird, lazily smoking, quickly dropped his cigarette and snuffed it out beneath his boot and braced himself to catch you as you jumped into his arms. 

Dally smirked as he held you tight to him, his hand gripping your thigh gently to keep you in place where you had wrapped your legs around his hips, “You miss me or somethin’?” 

“‘Course, I did.” You looked up at him genuinely as if you were fighting the urge to ask him the same thing. Instead, you opted to say, “What are you doing here?” 

The response left his lips like it was the most obvious thing in the world: “Couldn’t wait to see my best girl.”

Giddy and buzzing, you reached forward to cup his cheeks and crash your lips into his. When you pulled away, he smirked at you, “God, I missed you, doll.” 

What the hell was happening? Ponyboy turned to Johnny, hoping to find some validation in his confusion, but was instead met with a smug look. So that’s why Johnny looked like the cat who got the cream anytime Ponyboy would ask how he’d met you. He was keeping a secret for Dally. Dally. That was Dally’s ring around your neck. That’s why it looked so damn familiar. 

Dally lowered you to the ground and pecked your lips, “What do you say, we get out of here, huh?”

“I’d love to, but - oh my gosh.” You pulled away from your boyfriend, turning to see Ponyboy, slack-jawed, with Johnny smirking at him, patting his back. 

“I am so sorry! That was so rude of me,” You exclaimed, rushing back to the boys. Dally trailed after you, he reached out to ruffle Johnny’s hair, and asked how he’d been doing before wrapping his arms around you from behind when you stopped in front of them. Dallas Winston- the worst hood he’d ever met- had his arms wrapped around you- pink, frilly, studious, soccy, you- like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Dallas couldn’t help but tease Ponyboy when he noticed the youngest boy’s incredulous expression, “C’mon, now, kid. I know it ain’t the first time you’ve seen someone kiss in front of ya.”

Ponyboy shook his head, still not fully believing it, “You and Dally are…?” Dallas Winston was the boyfriend you had been gushing about. All those sweet dates at diners, late-night drives, and witty inside jokes were all with Dally? 

“No shit, kid.” 

“Dallas.” You all but snapped before your voice turned sweet as you addressed Ponyboy, “I’m sorry, honey, I thought you knew. I talk about ‘im all the time. Besides, Johnny said he’d tell you.” 

“Did he now?” Pony glared at the dark-haired boy before punching him in the arm, hard. 

Johnny, however, was doubled over with laughter, “I tried to tell you, you said you didn’t wanna know!”

“That’s cause I thought she was datin’ some jackass soc,” Pony paused turning to you, “no offence.”

You giggled, “None taken.” 

Dally smiled smugly and pressed a kiss to your temple, “I told you I got myself a soc girl, Ponyboy.”

“You really expected me to believe that?”

Dallas chuckled, “Fair enough.” 

“Well, I’m happy you two had fun with this,” you turned in Dally’s arms, your wrists resting on his shoulders as his hands slid down to your waist. “Now, as much as I enjoy seeing you, sweetie, Pony and I gotta study for an exam later this week, and we really should get going.”

“Can’t your studies wait one afternoon?” 

“Nope!” You pecked his nose sweetly, “but I’ll let you buy me a milkshake afterward?” 

“You’ll let me?” He teased. 

“If you’re nice.” 

“I’m plenty nice, doll.”

Johnny started laughing again, resulting in a sharp look from your boyfriend, “You gotta somethin’ to say, Johnny Cade?”

“Dallas.” You scolded, earning more laughter from Johnny and an amused smile from Ponyboy. He couldn’t think of a time he had seen Dallas so soft before. 

“Fine, at least let me drive y’all to the Curtis house, huh?” 

You smiled brightly, “Well, how could I say no to that?”

a/n: this was actually so much to write lol i love johnny being a little shit

check out pt2 here!

[directdogman]

A few words about the upcoming Olandy route!

First of all, want to quickly apologize for the relative quietness on my part as of late. I'm still in the middle of an international move right now and I'm officially on the final bureaucratic stage before I can physically pack up and complete the move. I've gotten quotes from moving companies, found a good service for Salvage's transport (which was a challenge in of itself) and now I'm just waiting for the final legal paperwork to process. Combined with my recent stint in hospital (my heart did something zany) and preparing for an upcoming merch campaign whose launch month was decided at the start of the year, you may see why I'm behind my own schedule. I can however confirm that work is still on-going... just slower than I'd like. However, I've taken this partial hiatus in production to think over the route and make sure it'll be as conceptually solid as I can make it.

One concern I'd like to address because I've seen it mentioned a few times is the fear that the route may veer into fan service territory in terms of characterization/scene content and I'm hoping I can put those fans at ease. I understand these concerns. The very concept of an Olandy route does seem kind of rife for this sort of thing. The thing is though, the idea for an Olandy route was a cut concept from DT's basegame, when I thinking of ways to double up characters in order to have more three-way dialogue scenes.

Obviously, given that a whole route was cut from the game, this idea ended up in the same nether-sphere as the other potential route ideas, like the Fusco route. But, this was an idea that I considered long before the Olandy ship gained popularity and that's why I was eager to tease the idea after release. I get many requests for routes with characters like Harry, Peter, which would undeniably sell well, but that I'd really have to headscratch to think of a way to make work. My point is, I'm only interested in ideas that I'm confident in.

Would Randy and Oliver completely work as partners? There's points for and against it. Do they have a strong/unique dynamic? Definitely. Randy is someone who looks to others for comfort/confidence and he's not good at dealing with things alone or without guidance. Oliver is confident in himself and very much a pack animal, who loves receiving validation/affection and feeling useful. This roughly explains why they veer towards each other even without considering stuff like romantic/behavioural compatibility.

As for the route itself, my main goal with their dynamic is to give an honest exploration of each character and to show a side of each not seen in their route, while also staying consistent to who they both are. It's important to note that this isn't just a Randy-Oliver route, but very much a Randy-Oliver-Gingi route. You shouldn't worry that the route will be sappier or more romantically heavy than the other routes as I'm actually including an option to play the route completely platonically and both options won't be too dissimilar outside of certain dialogue lines from both characters.

The key thing here is that I'm writing the route just like any other DT route and my main focus is having fun scenes where the characters talk about themselves in order to compare and contrast the differences/similarities between each character within the trio. There are scenes where Oliver is serious and confides in Gingi. There are scenes where we see Randy's insecurity/cowardice paint him in a bad light.

The DLC will also not replace either of their routes, and will instead aim to emphasis traits + backstory each character has that's kind of implied subtly in each of their routes, but not specifically outlined, to give you a more well-rounded view of each character. So, my goal is certainly not to flanderize, but quite the opposite. I want to give a deeper view on each character that's consistent with previous characterization, by further explaining why each character is the way they are and providing more context to stuff mentioned in Randy/Oliver's main routes. Oh, and advancing Gingi's character further, akin to in Roger's route.

(And before you ask, yes, I do have a similar plan for Karen later on, but I have a very specific idea of where it makes sense to put it as it's a much more involved project than a simple DLC. It will definitely take longer to pull off. But, her day will come.)

So, yeah! Obviously Roger's route took care to display the datables in their cameos with the nuance they have in the basegame. From Randy's impurity (willingness to be part of a con), Oliver potentially freaking Gingi out and being unsure of himself upon meeting it, Karen cracking a spontaneous joke (and it not landing), etc. It's important to me that I don't flanderize these characters or reduce them to their outermost traits.

I'm still not 100% confident in the route draft, but that's a given. I never am. But, I can say, I'm really excited for people to see the character stuff I have in mind for Randy, Oliver + Gingi, particularly what's revealed about both in the heart to heart in the good ending. You have a rough idea of what to expect from the route as per previous routes and while this one won't be nearly as large as Roger's route, I still wanna make it the best experience it can be for you all. Thank you! :)

[random-blurbs]

Made for the Camera

Iron Fist x reader

a/n - i just love hot fictional men (lowkey ass but free smut is good smut; requests are open 🙂‍↕️)

You had rehearsed this so many times in the mirror as you flashed a beaming smile, hearing the clicks run rampant in exchange. The flashes of the camera was killing your eyesight as you tried to maintain your normal composure. “Any plans to join an agency?”

“Any lovers?”

“Show us a trick?”

You felt your eyebrow twitch in annoyance hearing the stereotypical questions these interviewers always have. In the corner of your eye you see your manager motioning a smile onto his face. Directly towards you. Suppressing your anger you just continued posing, there’s worst things in the world and this isn’t one of them. You can’t complain when you’re practically made for this life. Never wanting anything more than be adored and captured forever in time.

Waving your goodbye to the crowd you let your manager direct you towards the event, familiar faces coming to view. It was a gorgeous event filled with every known superhero to exist. To thank them for all their hard work while shoving food down their throats. “So we’re going to meet the investors of that clothing brand you worked with last week.”

“Wait which one? Because one of the assistants tried getting grabby and it was just weird.” You shuddered stopping the waiter from walking off thanking him for the glass of champagne. “It’s the one with the name I can’t pronounce-.” Groaning he smacked your arm lightly reminding you to fix your attitude in these type of settings.

“I don’t want to.” You whined making him shake his head, “Don’t matter that’s where the money is.”

“Randy my man! How are you!” Not skipping a beat to abandon you at a social function he barely spared you a glance wanting to catch up with the random man leaving you to sip your drink. At least he isn’t in your ear telling you your future depressing plans. “You ok?” Not noticing the tall man right beside you, you immediately apologized realizing you were in-front of the drink bar blocking his way.

“You’re fine.” Offering you a kind smile you see him debate on what drink to get, but he left you feeling stupid as you were struck by his looks.

He is one fine-

“Astralis right?” Snapping you out of your thoughts you quickly nodded your head noticing his eyes were back on you, “And you’re Iron-Fist?” It immediately sounded stupid when those words left your lips as it takes one look at his outfit to know who he was. Who doesn’t know him? Those bandages really hug all the right muscles-

You can’t get distracted.

But jeez you did not know how attractive he was in person. You’re not stupid you know a fine man when you see one. But those interviews you watched on TV did not do him justice, up-close where you can see his boyish grin for yourself he had you whipped. How does one look hot and cute at the same time? Noticing your distressed face, he chuckled, an unknown glint in his eyes. “I was just asking since I’ve noticed your work. You seem to be quite the person.” Taking notice of his tone, he was careful to choose his words for some reason. To be fair he doesn’t really need to take care he can say anything to you at this point and you’ll take it. “The legendary Iron-Fist noticing me? I am one lucky person.”

He noted the look you were giving him, a seductive smile now taking place on your face. “You really aren’t subtle about this.” He laughed quietly, hoping the drink drowns his nerves noticing the tentative steps you’re taking towards him. “Can you blame me? I don’t need anybody snatching you up.” You admitted leaving him stun at your confident words not used to being one-upped, he bit the inside of his cheek looking around him if anyone is seeing the same thing he is.

You have to be some succubus sent to him, and if you were…- they won. He’s giving in. “Do you charm everyone you usually meet?” You suddenly ask, never giving him time to recover from your previous words. “No, I only turned it on for you.” He didn’t give you some lengthy explanation of how you’re the only woman in his life that you’re used to hearing to excuse their sleeping around. Not that you care; when you’re in the mood you just want to get to it. Quick and simple with his words it made a smile be drawn onto your face. “Did you come in here wanting to…” Trailing off you made the childish finger in hole motion making him finally laugh out-loud.

“To be fair I came for a drink.” Reminding you of how you guys even met to begin with. “And if anything… I was going to ask-.”

“Y/N, Y/N! She’s over here she’ll love talking to you! Hey Y/N!” Groaning you offer him an apologetic look which he waved off, painfully so. Your manager somehow within the time gone has gotten himself drunk, and brought more clients to deal with. "Randy what did I say about this." Giving a strained smile to the clients behind Randy's back, you pull his ear close to your lips. “I don’t pick up clients at these events. You know the reason why-!”

“You should be grateful to me.” You didn’t know if you looked more offended or Randy did. But seeing his face as if he was a victim was enough to piss you off even further. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

“We can chat about this real quick if you don’t mind!” The clients tried cutting in, pissed that they’re interrupting your conversation, but you knew better than to tell them off. “Just give me a moment.” They seemed to ignore your annoyed smile, trying to continue the conversation while shoving their business cards your way.

Going to begrudgingly grab their card to maintain face even after their annoying act, a pair of rough hands quickly swiped it away from them. “I know a couple of people that are willing to take this.” He stood in front of you letting you see the true stature of the man you wanted to be in bed with already. Not wanting to make it awkward he looked as if he was genuinely checking out the cards leaving the client’s frazzled. "O-Oh wait it wasn't fo-!"

"She's busy talking to her manager why don't we go somewhere?" Walking past you with a wink his arms wrapped around the annoying client's neck dragging him away as he had playful smile on his face.

Has it been that long where someone gives you some basic decency, you want them more.

You’re too fucked up in the brain for this. Hoping to see him again in better circumstances you turn your attention back onto your drunk agent wishing you gave him your number.

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“Long time?” Maybe it was the strange predicament that you’re in. Said predicament being the reason why all the blood is rushing to your head. Same predicament that has you tied up upside down, with an attractive masked man beside you.

“Quite.”

You see him practically admire the handy-work of the assholes who tied you up still leaving you woozy. “You trying to get an idea for later?” He quirked an eyebrow amused as if time never gone by you two.

3 months exactly.

Months of settling on seeing your face on the tv.

Who knew he’ll be longing for a woman he only met once.

He wants more of you in any way you’ll give him.

“You want to say please?” Rolling your eyes you tried lifting your head to relieve the starting pain. “Don’t be like that.” He teased twirling your hair around his fingers, delicate touches that has you shivering.

“You truly know how to woo me.”

“Since you asked so politely.” Sarcasm lacing his voice, he efficiently got you down, taking care in setting you down. “How did you even find me?”

“Your agent was worried about you, you haven’t been picking up his calls.” Thanking your agent internally you winced feeling how much the rope dug into your ankles. Without skipping a beat you felt his arms scoop under your legs, letting out a gasp as your hands instinctively wrapped around his neck. “Still- you telling me this wasn’t on purpose?” He didn’t have to know you were going to heal your leg taking advantage of the feeling of his chest against your body.

“Aren’t you glad to see my face.”

You’re thankful in more ways than one for his face but he doesn’t need the ego boost. “Is there a way to repay you?”

Casting you a knowing look you lightly slapped his chest ignoring right off the bat how strong it was. “Like something actually nice.”

“You are something nice.” Can’t help but giggle you looked around trying to find anybody, “Where did you put them?”

“Gave them over to the police they’re cleaning it up now.” Biting your lip nervously, it’s not like you have free time at the drop of the hat, your agent would probably have you modeling tomorrow and you’ve been overdue for some patrols.

“What if I repay the favor here then?” He wasn’t too surprised by your offer, and he’s not too surprised by his own feelings towards it.

“Do you really think you can handle it?” Purposing making it have double meaning you looked up at him with a pleading look, “Oh c’mon you wanna waste this chance?”

You both knew the answer to that.

Maneuvering your legs to wrap around him feeling his hand cupping your ass to keep you up, using his other hand to grip onto your neck tightly pulling you in a heated kiss. Sighing happily against his lips you felt his tongue tease yours, squeezing your ass closer, feeling his dick harden against you. Tugging at your hair, exposing your neck, he bit into it feeling you squirm underneath him. He sucked onto your neck softly, as you let yourself just enjoy the moment. Feeling the desperation from him with every kiss he sets you on a broken counter letting him position his body between your legs. Reconnecting your lips you felt his costume underneath your fingers, it wasn’t cheap but it was thin enough to press against him feeling the sturdiness of his body. How his giant hands rested on your hips keeping you steady, nipping his lip playfully to feel how those hands grip onto you tighter, feeling the warmth against your skin, wanting those hands to be everywhere on you.

“You could’ve had this so much sooner.” He murmured taking off your shirt with no problem feeling the air nip at your chest. “It was obvious you wanted to do it.” Letting him ramble, you just tugged at his hair directing him towards your chest with a mischievous glint. He can’t even fake an annoyed expression as you knew he wanted every part of you. Peppering kisses across your chest, you would feel his wet tongue lap at it every once in awhile, before sucking on the spot making you moan out in pleasure. Fondling your left tit as he snapped your bra off before latching himself on your nipple. Shivering at the warm feeling of his mouth you sighed contentedly as you felt his tongue swirl around it, teasing it lightly making you buck into his body. Wrapping your fingers around his black hair, you gave it a harsh tug feeling the vibration of a moan on your nipple from him exciting you further. “You missed me that bad?” You teased making him pull away from your nipple with a pop, flashing his cocky grin at you.

“Yeah I did. Are you going to deny you did?” Letting your hands caress his cheek your hand messed with the yellow mask covering his eyes. You couldn’t read his expression, but his body did enough talking. His heavy breathing, his curious hands, his mouth. “Of course not.”

“Then why didn’t you come see me.” It almost sounded pathetic making you grin at him, he wouldn’t admit how that made him feel.

“I’m a hard-working person. Who else is going to pose in front of the cameras if not for me.” He let out a laugh making you pause, “You don’t have to work yourself to the bone for that.”

“I’m not. It’s as easy as breathing, I look good no matter what.” He believes whole-heartedly that you are the most gorgeous person he’s laid his eyes on, but he had his fair share of cameras and it was anything but easy. “Just because you suck at it doesn’t mean I do.” You jab pushing him away from you, glaring at him. “Oh c’mon it wasn’t like that. Really I’m sorry Y/N.” Holding onto your cheeks he placed a soft kiss on your nose, trying to seem as apologetic as he can, he really didn’t mean to come at your job like that simply not on the same page of difficulty for a job like yours. “Where is it?”

He was confused as you practically manhandled his body, patting down his outfit as your hand lingered over certain parts trying to look for whatever you are. “What are you talking about?”

“Your phone.” Still confused he reached behind his waist belt pulling out his phone, handing it over to you. Opening the camera, he saw you swipe to video before passing it back to him. “I’ll prove to you that I always look good, from any angle.”

Whatever he did in his past life to deserve this moment he just thanks the Gods for it. He didn’t need anything more.

“Are you sure? I might look better than you in it.” He baited as you nonchalantly shrugged your shoulders. “You wish.” This was not an opportunity he wanted to waste. Propping his phone up to capture the two of you, he already sensed a snarky comment coming his way making him clamp his hand over your mother, making your eyes widen in shock. “I’ll just fuck you in every angle to see if we can find one.” Swallowing nervously you couldn’t help but blush feeling his big hand completely cover your mouth.

“So let’s start with this one.” Gripping onto your hair tightly you groaned as you felt him push you down, knees scraping the floor. It felt intimate as you hand grasp the edge of his pants, swiftly pulling everything down, trying not to look impressed about the size in front of you. Spitting on it your hands wrapped around it started to jerk him off immediately making him moan aloud. Feeling his warm dick as your hand moved up and down slowly before letting it touch your lips softly. Opening your mouth you felt it get bigger in your hand as you started to suck on it. In a consistent motion you sucked on the tip, with your hand stroking him at the base hearing him let out a louder moan. “Fuck…” Every noise that escaped his lips gave you more of a want to please him, wanting his moans to be all you hear, as you let your tongue twirl around the tip. “You’re right about this angle at least.” Peering up at him you feel yourself get more impatient at the sight in front of you. Looking down at you with a blissed out smile, letting out airy moans, his cheeks were flushed red as you see his chest move up and down, eyebrows knitting whenever you take him all in your mouth hearing you struggle below him. If you could see the what he was seeing as he let his hand rest on your cheek stroking it softly, for the encouragement to continue a little longer. Feeling your tongue press the tip of his dick almost finished as he tapped your cheek, “I’m almost done, mo-.” Letting out an unexpected loud moan he felt you bottom out, sucking him whole. “H-hey!” Feeling your hand tighten around his thigh you looked up at him innocently, you wanted him cum right there right now.

Holding onto the top of your head, he let out a desperate moan as he tried holding it back, “You’re gonna make me cum stop!” With no sign of stopping, he finally wrapped his fingers around the hairs on the back of your head, tugging at his harshly making you get off his dick effectively. “You can’t be mad that you were getting good head.” You challenge making him chuckle, “You’re so fucked.” Throwing you over his shoulders you let out a yelp at the sudden change, trying to hold in a yelp as his hand smacked your ass painfully so. Kicking his pants to the side he propped you against the counter, ass-up tearing off your pants before bringing his hand down for another hard slap. Letting out a yelp of pain you tried telling him off but were met with fingers being shoved down your mouth. “Just shut up and enjoy it.”

Didn’t have to tell you twice.

Palming your ass, as it soothed the stinging pain he just brought upon it, you hear him spit on his free hand, feeling the teasing fingers by your hole. Brimming with anticipation you let out a choked out moan feeling the stretch of his finger in it, his hand was anything but normal. With already one finger you felt so good knowing how big his hands are you bucked into his hand motioning for another one. “God you are such a slut.” His raspy voice accused letting another finger in as you tried not to bite onto his fingers in your mouth. Your body felt flushed as you feel the stretch of his two fingers being pumped in and out in perfect rhythm. The squelching coming out of you egged him on, wanting to hear more, wanting to be the reason why there is more. Adding one more you practically bit down on his fingers feeling full off of those. He felt every part of your body accept him, as your ass was practically bouncing back onto his fingers desperate for him to continue, the flutter of your hole sucking all his fingers in he can only assume how it would feel on his dick. Taking out his fingers from your mouth, you let out a drawled out moan as you feel him pump his fingers out quicker. His free hand was immediately put to work as he messed with your clit, making you gasp in pleasure, “W-wait!” The motion of his fingers was getting too much for your body, and you refuse to let it end early. “Now you want me to stop?” Realizing how bad this is falling back onto you, you grip onto the counter tighter as you tried controlling your breathing, feeling yourself coming down soon. “P-please… I just want you in me.”

“That was going to happen regardless.” You practically feel the confidence overflowing from behid you as you tried biting back a scream feeling his quickened pace having you on edge. “It’s ok baby just do it.” He encouraged as his fingers stretched you deliciously so feeling the former hand now resting on your ass, maybe he knew you had a thing for his hands, making sure you feel it caress every inch of your ass, the warmth burning your skin as you bit onto your lip, “Nu-uh.” Gripping onto your lower jaw he helped you keep it open as you let out a string of moans, music to his ears as he hears you come undone, begging him to go faster. Feeling your hole suck his fingers in deeper coated with all your juices, as your ass bucked into his fingers consistently. “Fuck… right there…just-!”Jaw going slack as you cried out riding out your orgasm feeling yourself tighten around his fingers, every part of you feeling sensitive as you tried pulling yourself off of him; feeling weak at your knees his hands being the only reason why you’re still up.

“This angle too! It’s basically impressive.” Not caring for his words, you tried regulating your breathing as you came down from your euphoric high, not able to question him laying you out on the counter, the cold surface making you sigh in delight compared to your sticky skin.

It wasn’t until you practically jumped at the tip of his dick going in, clutching his wrist from stopping him. “What are you doing!?”

“Are we really going to act stupid about this?” You wanted to smack that smile off of his face as he innocently smiled at you, body twitching as you felt him slip a small part of his dick in. “Your pussy is practically begging for me.” He reasoned letting his fingers wrap around yours, using as momentum to make you come slamming down onto his dick. You both moaned out in pleasure not leaving you any time to adjust as he sought out your other hand to pull you back down. Letting out moans that practically resembles pleas he sees your head fall to the side as you drooled in pleasure, overstimulated by it all. “Nghh... let’s see - if you still look good fucked stupid.”

Feeling every inch of him as he thrusted in and out was a euphoric feeling that you know you’re always going to chase for again. His hands wrapped around your wrist bringing you back onto his dick as if you’re some rag doll, whining out in pleasure as your body could barely handle anything more.

His cock slams back into you feeling the ridge of his tip scrape against your walls, feeling every bit of him in you. “God you’re...so beautiful.” Gravely and rough his voice was giving him away but he didn’t care. The sight he had of you was a heaven he didn’t think he deserved, seeing how your hole practically swallowed him up every single time. Grunting he felt himself get close feeling your hole flutter around him again. “Oh fuckkk... - please just hurry.” You whined as you felt the tears prick your eyes, and a strange feeling start to build up in your stomach.

“Shit-!” He grunted abandoning your wrist for your hips, moaning out as you feel his fingers dip at your skin deep. He started to fuck you in a brutal pace, as if he wanted to bruise you making sure he pulls you out all the way before slamming you back onto his cock. Not caring how loud you became you cried out for him, wanting him to use you in any way, which he quickly complied to as he felt himself come closer. You shudder feeling yourself slowly go limp as he fucks you through your overstimulation going at a brutal pace that you couldn’t help but enjoy admire his blissed out expression as he played with your clit just moaning out curses feeling too much pleasure across your body. Feeling yourself let go before him was practically a curse as he fucked you in a bruising pace, going faster and faster, not satisfied with leaving you as it, grinding his dick against your hole everytime he entered was enough for you; as your legs shakes uncontrollably your last ditch was effort was wrapping them around him in closer finally making him bottom out as he finished with a guttural moan. Feeling his cum fill you up inside, you felt the warm ooze drip out from you making him look at you with a tired smirk.

Weakly reaching towards his face, you tugged down the mask finally seeing his whole face, not disappointed by what you see. “You got a mask fetish?” He joked making you throw his mask back at him as he let out a loud laugh. “Na just knew I was going to be disappointed.”

Chuckling he gets closer as he towers over you, feeling the warmth of his body bounce off of yours, seeing his arm cage you beside your head. “You really are beautiful though.” Pressing a soft kiss on your lips it was a jarring difference to what you both had shared, but you relished in it cupping his cheeks to pull him closer. Until you both couldn’t breathe you begrudgingly pulled away feeling more tired than anything.

You see him glance over at the still recording phone he couldn’t help but let out a boyish grin, “Can’t believe I have this all to myself.” You laughed as you feel him stuff himself into your chest, his breath tickling you.

“Isn’t the famous Iron-Fist so lucky?” You teased hoping to talk about the recording more in depth later, considering this isn’t an everyday thing you do. And only want to reserve it for those who you hold dearly.

“Call me Lin.” Shocked that he gave you his actual name and weren’t settling with superhero names you smiled knowing you can pursue this worry free. “Don’t look so surprised we just created a sex-tape like on our second meeting.” Nudging him to not ruin the mood, he settles his head on your chest hearing your now steady breaths, letting you play with his hair as you stay in this bliss for a moment longer.

[loomiseater]

You're too good for him

warnings: smut ofc!, oral!f!receiving, cheating, and slight virginity loss.

Criticism is appreciated! I would love to know how I can improve on my writing.

Stu Macher x fem!reader

A/N: Wrote this because I'm so excited for Stu's return and I'm also working a pt 2 to one of my Scream fics.

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Written: February 5th, 2025- February 9th, 2025

Published: February 9th, 2025

Summary: Randy isn't being all that loyal to you..but Stu helps you get over it.

wc: 2,000

“Oh come on! What’s it gonna take for you to sleep with me one time?!” Stu teasingly asked. We were currently at his house, he threw a party for whatever reason, and the music was so loud. “Stu..we talked about this, I am in a very committed and serious relationship with Randy.” I explained as he rolled his eyes at my statement. 

“So? He doesn’t have to know.” Stu shrugged. I sighed before responding to his stupid statement. “Like I’ve said before, I am not going to-“ Before I could finish, Stu cut me off. “He doesn’t even like you. He’s using you to get close to Sid.” 

My heart dropped..what does he mean? Is Stu joking? If so it’s not funny. “Don’t joke like that, it’s not funny.” I stated. My face was getting hot, I hoped what Stu was saying was some kind of sick joke..but deep down, some part of it feels true. I felt Stu place his arm around me and shift me in the direction of Sidney and Randy laughing with each other and getting all touchy. Randy has never looked at me with that much love before.

“That’s the guy you’re staying loyal for.” He said with a hint of sadness in his voice. It was becoming too much, the air was becoming stuffy, the room was becoming cramped, and tears were flowing down my face. I hurried and ran upstairs to an empty bedroom, slammed the door shut, and placed my face into the pillows. 

Why does this always happen to me? No one ever really likes me, they always like Sid. I know I sound like a jealous and bitter friend, but it’s not fair. For once, I would love it if a boy actually liked me for me but instead they always go for her. 

Maybe I should talk to Sid? What if it’s only a one sided thing? Randy likes her but she doesn’t feel the same way about him? Besides, Sidney is dating Billy so I’m sure she doesn’t feel that way about Randy…I hope. I was still deep in my thoughts until I heard the bedroom door open. It was Stu, he walked in and closed the door behind him. I sniffled and hurriedly wiped my tears.

“I hope you took what I said seriously.” He said before sitting down on the bed. “Uhm- I did, and I decided that I needed to have a talk with Sidney because maybe she doesn’t like Randy in that way and it’s just all one sided and-“ I was rambling on and on as I felt my tears run down my cheeks again. I bursted into tears, I broke down in front of Stu as he held me in his arms. 

“You’re too good for that bozo anyways.” Stu said with head laid on top of mines. It was hard to focus on what he was saying because of his cologne. One thing about Stu is that he always smelled so damn good, after years of our friendship I’ve never been this up close to him. He smelled of some type of wood rainforest musk. 

“Maybe it’s a good thing he’s going after Sid…you need a real man, unlike that pussy.” He scoffed as I sat up out of his arms. I softly chuckled at him before speaking up. “Stu you’re not that much of a man either.” He playfully pointed at him self in shock. “Me?!” “Yes you!” I giggled. Stu’s face now had a soft smile on his face as he scooted closer to me.

My breath hitched as his thumb stroked my cheek. “You could do so much better.” He sincerely said as he looked into my eyes. I always forget how beautiful his bright, piercing blue eyes are. I was so lost in his eyes that I didn’t notice him leaning into me until our lips collided. His lips were soft and plump, his mouth tasted like beer. 

I grabbed his neck and deepened the kiss as he did the same. The kiss was hungry and passionate, nothing I’ve felt with Randy. “Let me show you what a real man is.” Stu lowly said as he pulled away from the kiss and softly pushed me on the bed. It took me a while to realize that this was his bed. His bedroom. 

I was now laid on my back as he slowly sucked on my neck. Soft moans fell from my mouth as I felt him cheesing against my neck. “You like that?” His voice was so seductive and low, it made me so wet. “Mhhm” I hummed as I closed my eyes. He moved away from my neck and was now in between my legs. 

He rubbed my inner thighs softly before asking me a question. “You’re one of the most innocent girls I know, so I know you haven’t done anything-“ I cocked my brow at him. “How do you know I haven’t done anything?” I asked as he gave me a look. “Okay-fine. You’re right, only thing I’ve ever done was kiss..” I was a bit embarrassed. Stu is more experienced than me and I’ve only ever kissed. I guess he could tell from the frown on my face.

“Hey, don’t worry. I won’t be rough.” He said with his charming smile. He gave me one last kiss on my lips before unbuttoning my jeans shorts and pulling them all the way off. I was nervous, my whole body became hot, and my heart was pounding. No one has ever seen me like this before.

Stu gripped my inner thighs and started rubbing my clit through my lace panties. “Ouuu!” I moaned as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I’ve never felt this type of pleasure before. “Let me hear those pretty moans, baby. I want everyone to know who’s making you feel this way.” He smirked. He started spreading my folds through the panties and sliding his thumb up and down on my slit. 

“Fuck!” I said to myself. I then felt him sliding my panties off my legs, he thought I wouldn’t notice but I saw him place my panties in his pocket. Pervert. “Your legs are so smooth and soft..and they smell good” Stu said with his hands gliding up and down on my legs. I’m so glad I shaved last night. He placed soft kisses on my inner thighs, kissing everywhere but the part I need him most. 

“Stop teasing me!” I pouted. My pussy was practically throbbing and desperate for him and he’s over here playing. “Someone’s a bit demanding..” he sassily said. I rolled my eyes at his remark and his mouth was now hovering over my core. I could feel his breath on me, I was craving him, I need him. I had enough of the teasing and finally shoved his mouth onto my core. 

“YESS!” I shouted as he started sucking on my clit. It felt so fucking good, his mouth was so warm and wet. My whole body jolted when his mouth connected with my clit. I tried to close my legs around his head but he grabbed them and opened them back up as I started to whine. “Don’t start bitchin now, princess, you wanted this.” He cockily said. “I knoww but it feels too good!” I practically shouted as he started thrusting his tongue in and out of my pussy.

I forgot how long his tongue is but damn it sure does feel good. “You taste so good!” He said into my core as he dove deeper and was now slurping my juices. “Yeah?” I teasingly asked. Eating healthy actually paid off. “Tastes so sweet like fruit.” He moaned. I placed one leg on his shoulder as I pushed his head deeper into me. 

Stu flicked his tongue back and forth as my breathing started to pick up and a tight feeling appeared in my stomach. “S-Stu-I think I’m close.” I stuttered. “Squirt on my face-I wanna taste all of those sweet juices.” He demanded. 

He was now sucking on my clit basically trying to get every drop of juice out. I gripped the sheets tightly as the coil in my stomach had snapped and my pussy was spraying Stu in my juices as he was rubbing my clit as fast as he can. He let his tongue get covered in my juices, his face was glistening. 

My voice was cracked during the loud scream I had let out. I fell back into the pillows as Stu now laid on top of me. “I gotta eat you out more often.” He said with his infamous smirk. I playfully rolled my eyes before responding. “You’re so nasty!” I giggled. “Kiss me, you gotta see how good you taste.” He said as immediately placed his lips on mine. My eyes widened, he in fact did not lie. 

“Now come on , let’s go back downstairs and enjoy the party.” He smiled before kissing me one last time. I sat up and watched Stu fix himself in the mirror before speaking up. “Can I have my panties back?” I asked with a raised brow as he shook his head. “Nah, you can get them the next time I eat you out.” He confidently said while fixing his hair. “Whatever.” I mumbled to myself before sliding my jean shorts back on. 

Stu and I went back downstairs and saw Sidney sitting in Randy’s lap. I frowned a bit at the interaction, Stu noticed this and placed his arm around my waist. “Ignore those fuckers. Like I said, you’re too good for him.” I’ve never seen Stu more serious. 

I nodded my head as Billy popped out of the corner and scared the living shit out of me. “Gosh, Billy! What happened to saying hello?” I complained. He studied me and Stu for a second and pointed at us. “She finally let you hit?” Billy smirked as I pinched his nipple. “Ounch!” He cried as Stu laughed at the both of us. “You’re talking about me like I’m not even here!” I stressed. 

“So you two didn’t fuck? There’s just this glow to you that I’ve never seen you had-“ I cut him off before he could finish his sentence. “Shut the hell up.” I said as I rolled my eyes. “I ate her out. Should’ve heard her, she was screaming and everything.” Stu laughed as they dapped each other up.

“Stu!” I whispered yelled as he laughed. He gripped my ass I took me into a kiss, it felt right, I didn’t even try to back away from it. He pulled away from the kiss and spoke up. “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind Billy joining us?” He lowly said in my ear. I looked over at Billy as he was now standing in front of me too. “I’m sure the princess doesn’t mind, doesn’t she?” He asked, referring to me. 

“Not at all.” I breathlessly said. As I was about to walk up the stairs with the both of them, Randy came running over. Stu and Billy both rolled their eyes at him. “Where are you guys going?l” he asked, you could tell he was a bit nervous and slightly worried. “We gotta handle something, won’t be done until about an hour, two tops.” Billy smirked as I tried to hold in my laugh. 

Before he could say anything else, Billy and Stu practically dragged me up the stairs and that’s when Randy caught on. We hurried up to Stu’s room and locked the door. Randy was banging on and apologizing. 

I was too busy sitting in between the boys and kissing them both at the same time. Randy could hear my moans from out the door. He now figured out that I must I’ve saw Sid sitting on his lap. 

He couldn’t do anything but sit outside the door and listen. 

That should be him. Not Billy or Stu he thought to himself.

[sapphicides]

call me crazy or gay but i genuinely think the writers, directors, and hell, even the actors knew what they were doing when it came to how they portrayed shauna and jackie's relationship in the pilot. watching it for the first time, i went in completely blind, with no exposure to the fandom, the ships, or anything beyond the core premise of "a group of teenage girls get stuck in a nightmarish lord of the flies/lost scenario after a plane crash and do crazy shit to survive." i fully anticipated any romance in this show, if at all, to be straight. yet i still saw how they established shauna and jackie and immediately thought "my god, these bitches are gay"

from the very first scene we see of jackie (almost) by herself being her faking an orgasm with jeff, clearly implying that she's disinterested in her own boyfriend, to the very first scene we see of shauna and jackie alone together starting with this rom-com esque image of jackie stepping out of her house while music plays in the background and shauna goes from resting bitch face to all smiles

from the longing stares they give each other in their school gym, to shauna responding to tai's "freeze allie out" proposal simply with, "jackie wouldn't like it"

from the scene of shauna dressing with jackie in her room before the party, her snapping at jackie when she merely suggests that shauna sleep with randy and jackie looking genuinely hurt and apologetic by it, to the infamous party scene where shauna looks on at jackie and jeff longingly– except, she's only really looking at jackie, because the entire shot is framed around jackie. for the majority of that scene, jeff is barely even in frame, a faded blur in the background, until he puts his arms around jackie and physically puts himself in shauna's line of vision

the way she immediately takes a pained sip of her beer after

the way she turns around to randy flirting with her, only to turn away with a look of disgust on her face (just like how jackie looked disgusted during jeff's attempt at getting her off)

the way she can't pull her eyes off jackie even when jeff is dropping them off, even when she knows she's about to fuck her boyfriend once she's gone

the way she says goodbye to jackie, tells her she loves her, and jackie doesn't say it back, so she asks jeff to say it to her when they have sex

the show sets up their dynamic to be one that feels inherently romantic to first-time viewers, only to flip it on its head when its reveled that shauna's true interest is in... jeff. she's really in love with jeff? the guy who's face we see maybe a couple of times total, that jeff? the guy who's basically a background character the entire episode, that jeff? yeah, i don't buy it

you could argue that the show places so much emphasis on jackie because it's trying to convey that the affair is eating away at shauna. to some extent, i agree with this, but i really doubt that it's only this. it would explain shauna's snappy and, at times, cagey behavior around jackie, but it doesn't explain the way that jackie is framed by the camera, music, or even some of the writing choices. whenever we see jackie through shauna's eyes, the camera is always focused directly on her, often times with her face illuminated brighter than anyone else. the music that plays behind her is shauna's kind of music (both supernova by liz phair, which shauna chooses to listen to in her car's tape deck, and miss world by hole, which undeniably fits her grungey music taste). she's joined at the hip with shauna, even in scenes where she's with jeff– seriously, there's only one scene where she's completely alone with jeff without shauna, and it's that one. and the same goes for shauna

for the entirety of the pilot, they are in a constant state of push and pull with each other, almost all of their actions being dependent on one another. jeff feels like a plot device at best, a character designed to come between them and to be thrown away once they realize who each other's real love interest is. even upon several rewatches, it still feels this way. even in the adult timeline, it still feels this way. we barely see adult jeff, but we feel both jackie's literal absence and her metaphorical presence in the form of shauna's collection of porcelain bunnies

there is so much foreshadowing and detail packed into the pilot that i have a really hard believing that this was just an oversight or mishandling of their relationship on the show's part. do i think there's going to be any kind of big love confession from shauna any time soon? no. but do i think they intentionally laid the groundwork for her to realize the feelings she had for jackie at some point? yes, i really do

[cacartoon]

Since we already know Frostbite's stance on Barnacles and the Octonauts, what about the rest of P.A.C.K? What's their take on the Octonauts, especially now that the sea team's broken up?

Do any of them roll their eyes at how their leader's been trying to recruit Barnacles' crew?

Randy’s take on the Octonauts:

• Eh, they are pretty interesting. I’ve been spying on them for a few months now and I can see why the chief wants some of ‘em on board. Got plenty of brains between them all, ‘specially that rabbit and otter. The penguin got some impressive medical skills. The dog’s pretty cute too. I’m still confused about where the cat came from. But like the chief says, just observe and don’t get caught.

Chance’s take on the Octonauts:

• Not a lot to say. Randy says they got skills, and I trust his judgement. From what the director says, skills like theirs can be pretty helpful to our cause. They don’t look particularly strong though. Pretty sure a simple net can disarm them easily. But in the trapping business you don’t underestimate your opponents EVER. So I’ll keep an open mind.

Leena’s take on the Octonauts:

• They’re all pretty fascinating! All different kinds of skills and strengths! Too bad that polar bear isn’t around anymore, would’ve loved to have a sparring match! Trailing any of them wouldn’t be too hard though. I mean, the cat fella doesn’t even know I’m close by; thanks to my camouflaging skills. But WOW is he tougher than I thought! How did no one notice him sooner? I’m sure boss man would be interested in him! I’ll have to tell Fallon to send a message! Gotta go!

Fallon’s take on the Octonauts:

• Unique. Definitely unique. Despite being recruited through C.L.A.D.E or scouted through sheer luck, they’re all surprisingly capable. Director only mentioned small details about the rabbit girl, but I’m pretty sure her inventions alone speak of her intelligence and craft. The otter is rather clumsy, he’ll need some serious training. Same with the penguin, someone that meek is bound to get into trouble. His medical knowledge though is impeccable, so I’m sure we’d find use for him. The dog is beyond qualified for a position here, can’t believe C.L.A.D.E sent her to the Octonauts. I do not care for the octopus nor the cat. Over all very promising results. I have no doubt the Director will find persuasive means in recruiting them.

[senbbonzakura]

Hello Dear! I wanted to make a request for main 4 (from South park obvs) where their S/O meets their family's for the first time if that's okey (you can ignore Cartman if you'r not comfortable with writing for him its okey, I get it LMAO) <333

Also I recommend you do the list of things and characters you will and won't do as fast as possible!

Sorry for possible grammer or spelling errors, English is not my first lenguage :))

sure sweetheart!! ill try to do the list as fast as i can, thank you <3 also i get the grammar, english isnt my first language either, everyone starts somewhere and its okay :) also i made the reader female and no cartman, i hope thats okay!

⋆ F!READER MEETING MAIN 3'S FAMILIES FOR THE FIRST TIME :

✩ — STAN !

at first i feel like it was supposed to be just his mom you would meet

stan does NOT want you to meet his dad.

what if you think stan turns out like him? he doesnt want u to leave him bc of that :(

so he picked a day his dad wouldnt be home on purpose

turns out he actually was home so u met both his parents..

sharon loved you! she thought youre so kind and a perfect partner for her son😭

you didnt talk really much with randy bc stan tried to keep you away from him. i guess randy was just glad that stan isnt "funny"

shelly was actually excited to have another teen girl under the roof

she says youre "meh" but enjoyed meeting you

✩ — KYLE !

my boy was nevrous bc i feel like sheila has some high expectations

higher than kyle..

even tho its his partner😭

she just wants her son not to end up in drugs or smth

when she meets you shes actually obsessed with you!

buttttt, she still keeps an eye on you

just mothers instinct, but she still likes you!

i guess gerald just went with whatever sheila said, but he thinks youre nice

they definitely want you to come over more

i almost forgot that ike also exists

ike is that type of kid to disturb you two every second no matter what youre doing

he just wants that attention from teenagers

imagine how cool he feels hanging out with 2 teens?!?!!!?!!

✩ — KENNY !

his parents made some "drunk" talk with you😭

"life's good? yeah?"

no but fr now

kenny tried to get his parents to stay sober for the day you would meet them

but oops they forgot and drank a little

just enough to still luckily remember that they met you

although you didnt talk much with them bc kenny dragged u to his room

and guess what

U MET KAREN

omg dude. karen is so in love with you fr

atp kenny is jealous

its basically the same thing with karen and with ike.

the only different thing is that kyle probably tells ike to go away or sum while kenny actually agrees for karen to stay

he sees how much joy you bring her!!

if karen is happy then kenny is happy too <3

gimme more requests ygssss

[pedroscurls]

feels like home

PART 2: SOMETHIN' IN YOUR VOICE

summary: it becomes routine for the both of you - joel helping you every night to close the tipsy bison. it's in these quiet moments that the both of you realize you're helping each other heal. until one particular night, joel comes stumbling into the tipsy bison after a very rough patrol.

pairing: jackson!joel x fem!reader content warning(s): age gap (joel is in 50s, reader is in 30s), mutual attraction/pining, joel calls you darlin' and angel, joel has PTSD, joel has a panic attack, joel is vulnerable in this y'all, mutual pining, lingering touches, no physical description of reader, no use of y/n. word count: 3.5k a/n: ok, this was a long time coming! i'm so sorry for the delay in posting this next part. life got in the way (and s2 of tlou definitely got me in my feels). to everyone who is still reading this, thank you thank you thank you <3 hope you enjoy and i hope to at least post the next part sooner! song: feels like home by randy newman (jørgen dahl moe cover) part 1. | series masterlist.

there’s somethin’ in your voice, makes my heart beat fast hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life

It’s become routine for Joel—heading to the Tipsy Bison almost every night to help you clean up. He realizes after that first night that he’s been craving your presence. His home is too quiet for him—giving way to the thoughts that he’s tried so hard to drown. It doesn’t help that his relationship with Ellie isn’t the same as it had been ever since she moved into the garage. He’s opened himself in ways that he never thought he’d be able to again, but you make it easy. There’s just something about you that Joel finds comfort in—whenever he’s with you, he feels lighter like the weight of the world isn’t sitting on his shoulders. 

Joel knows there’s a mutual attraction too. He’d sometimes catch your gaze, watching your eyes deviate to his lips. It makes him feel warm inside when he notices small things like that—how much you want him too. Even when you touch him—a hand over his, an arm looping with his own, your head resting on his shoulder—it lingers until he’s back at home and all he wants is to pull you into his arms. 

He’s gotten to know more about you in this last month and a half—how strong and brave you are, how kind and considerate you try to be in this world, and how there are some days where it’s hard for you to get up and move forward with your life. 

The more he gets to know you and the more he spends time with you, Joel begins to realize just how much he’s beginning to care about you. Sometimes he’d have to remind you to eat (which you do the same to him) and other times, when the days are just too hard, he’d hold you in his arms. Joel likes the way you feel against him—like you had always belonged there. 

You couldn’t believe just how close you and Joel were becoming. You had thought that him helping you the first night you met was just a one time occurrence, but you were just as surprised to see him again… and again almost every night. Like clockwork, he’d show up at the Tipsy Bison with his hands in his pockets and a small smile on his lips. The more time you spend with him, the more you begin to develop really strong feelings for him. 

The conversations you both shared almost every night made you feel seen and understood. You had gotten used to bottling everything in and making sure that everyone else was taken care of that you didn’t realize how much difficult shit you kept buried. Joel had become attuned to your emotions that he would pull you into his arms when he’d hear your voice tremble. Being in his arms—it was the one place that you felt safe. 

You had also gotten used to him stopping by your classroom every morning before he left for patrol. Sometimes, he’d even drop by to give you a cup of coffee or breakfast—especially if the previous night entailed really difficult conversations amongst the two of you. You noticed that the hugs lasted longer, the looks you both shared filled with tension, the touches lingered. There had been a shift in your friendship with him, but neither of you decided to act on it—too afraid to risk something you both created. 

“Mornin’, angel,” Joel says, stepping into your classroom. You look up at him, a smile instantly lining your lips at the sight of him. 

“Hey,” you answer, standing from your desk to walk up to him. When you’re close enough to him, Joel’s arm snakes around your waist and pulls you into a hug. You can feel the tension in his shoulders, can feel the tight muscles along his back. “You okay?” 

Joel nods, face burying against the crook of your neck. His other arm wraps around you and he tightens his grip. “Rough night,” he whispers. 

You let out a quiet sigh and run your hands along his back, holding him close to you. You hadn’t worked at the Tipsy Bison last night so you didn’t get a chance to see Joel. “You could have come over…” you tell him quietly. 

“Didn’t wanna bother you,” he sighs. 

“You’d never bother me.” 

Joel pulls back at that and looks down at you, keeping his arms around your waist. He stares into your eyes as he relaxes in your arms. He lets out a shaky breath and nods. “Okay, angel.” 

“Promise me that you’ll come over if that happens again?”

Joel nods. “Promise.” 

“Good,” you smile, slowly removing your arms from around him once he releases you. “So, you got patrol this morning?” 

“Yeah, should be an easy one though. Should be back after lunch,” Joel answers. “You workin’ tonight?” 

You nod and move around the classroom, knowing that your students were about to come to your class in half an hour. “Yeah, I’ll be there tonight. Will I see you?” 

“You know you will,” he replies. “Who else will walk you home?” 

You roll your eyes playfully and walk back to him, hand resting gently on his chest. “I’ve walked myself home before, you know.”

Joel chuckles quietly and brings a hand up to tuck a few fallen strands behind your ear. It’s an innocent touch, but the way you’re both staring into each other’s eyes—it’s tense, charged with an unspoken feeling that you both share. “I know, but I like being the last one you see before you go to bed, angel.” 

“Who says you’re the last one I see, hm?” you tease, biting your lower lip. 

“Oh, you got someone else I don’t know about?” he asks, brow arching as he steps closer to you and his hand moves to the side of your neck with his thumb brushing lightly along your jawline. 

“What if I do?” 

Joel’s eyes narrow slightly as he takes another step towards you, hearing you let out a quiet gasp when you feel the corner of one of the desks hit the back of your legs. “Well, I’d be hurt, angel.” 

You stare deeply into his brown eyes as your hand on his chest moves to grip the lapel of his coat, almost tugging him flush against you. “I’m teasing,” you whisper. “You’re really the only one I like talking to.”

He chuckles and leans in to kiss your temple, pulling away softly. “Good. I guess it’s also a good thing that I like talkin’ to you too, hm?” 

“I mean, you stop by my work almost every chance you get,” you tease. 

“It’s because you’re nice to look at,” he winks.

You roll your eyes but feel the heat in your cheeks. Gently, you push him away, hearing him let out a quiet chuckle. “Okay, okay. Get outta here. I’ll see you tonight?” 

Joel nods. “You’ll see me tonight, darlin’. Have a good day, okay?” 

“You too, Joel.” As he’s walking away, you call his name and see him turn around to face you once he’s right outside your door. “And be safe, okay?” 

“I’ll do my best, angel. See you tonight.”

Coming back from patrol, Joel’s a complete mess. They had encountered a small cluster of infected and he was already on edge when he woke up this morning. He should have seen it coming, should have made sure that the entire area was clear. His mind had been all over the place and he only saw brief clarity when he stopped by your classroom. 

But he heard the scream first and when he came rushing into the building, Joel was rooted to the ground at the sight of the infected already tearing apart his patrol partner. He was screaming—for help, for it to all stop, but Joel was stuck. 

Because one of the infected had looked like Sarah. His babygirl. 

Tommy and a few others had come rushing in, handling the infected without issue. Joel only began moving when the young girl that looked like his Sarah was now lying on her back. The same bouncy curls that he used to have trouble maintaining when she was younger. 

But this wasn’t Sarah. 

Tommy had shaken his shoulders, snapping his fingers in front of his older brother's face to snap him out of whatever trance he was in. “Joel! What the hell?” 

“I—I,” he stuttered, eyes still focused on the young girl. 

“You shouldn’t have gone on patrol. I shouldn’t have let you.” 

“Tommy,” Joel’s hands shook at his sides. “I thought—I thought it was Sarah and I—” 

Tommy’s eyes had softened immediately as he looked over his shoulder to look at the young girl. “Shit. It ain’t her, Joel…” he sighed. “We need to get you back to Jackson.”

Now, back in Jackson, Joel quickly makes his way to his home. He doesn’t bother to stop when Tommy calls his name because he can feel his chest tightening, can feel his breath shortening. He stumbles into his house, kicks off his boots and removes his coat—all in a pile as he begins walking to the kitchen. 

Joel can feel the walls closing in and when he shuts his eyes, all he can see is Sarah—dead in his arms, blood staining his clothes. He grabs a bottle of whiskey from his cupboard and falls into the seat at the dining table. He takes a long swig of the alcohol, which only makes his heart race faster. “M’sorry,” he whispers to himself. “M’sorry, babygirl.” 

He tries to steady his breathing, tries to stop the shaking of his hands, but the weight in his chest becomes more prominent. Joel doesn’t see anything but Sarah. He can’t hear anything but the sounds of her pleas, her cries on the night she died. 

Seeing an infected young girl that looked like Sarah had rocked him and when she was finally shot and killed by one of the others on patrol, it was like he was reliving Sarah’s death all over again. 

He slumps in the chair, taking swig after swig of his bottle of whiskey until it’s empty. The alcohol does a decent job of numbing what he’s feeling, of distracting himself from the lingering thoughts. It helps quiet his mind, but he knows that once the alcohol wears off, he’d hear Sarah’s screams, feel her becoming lifeless in his arms—reliving that night all over again. 

It’s already nighttime when Joel stands up from the table, swaying slightly from side to side as he begins making his way to the door. He pulls on his boots and his coat before leaving his house with the front door slamming shut. He knows he should stay home, but you’re calling out to him and he needs you. 

Joel steps inside the Tipsy Bison as his eyes search for you. The sound of the chatter and music becomes increasingly loud for him and he stumbles to the counter of the bar and slurs to Seth that he wants a glass of whiskey. The older man doesn’t say anything, just nods and retrieves the glass and alcohol like he was asked. 

He lowers his head in his hands, eyes falling shut as he tries to drown out the sound. The laughter around him angers him—how can anyone be happy in this fucking world? When Seth sets the drink down in front of him, Joel picks it up and brings it to his lips until someone nearby bumps into him roughly. His drink falls on his lap and Joel curses under his breath as he turns to the other man with narrowed eyes. 

“Watch where you’re goin’,” Joel threatens. 

“Sorry, man.” The younger man cowers in fear, staring up at Joel. “I—I’ll be more careful and—”

“Joel?” 

His head whips around instantly at the sound of your voice. Joel feels a sense of relief wash over him and his heart races faster when he finally sees you. To anyone else, Joel looks like he just wants to be alone, but to you… You can see the pain etched on his features. 

The younger man quickly walks away once Joel’s attention is diverted away from him and now to you. You whisper something to Seth and the older man nods in agreement. You remove your apron and walk around the counter to where Joel is now standing. 

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” You whisper softly. You don’t touch him, afraid that if you do he’s going to shut down and run from you. Instead, you wait—patiently—until he makes the first move. 

“You got work, angel,” Joel slurs. 

“Not tonight. Seth can handle it. Right, Seth?” You call out. 

The older man nods. “That’s right. Go on home, Joel.” 

Joel doesn’t bother looking at Seth because he’s looking directly at you—eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I don’t want to bother—”

“Enough of that, okay?” You interrupt him. “Let’s get you home.” Then, you slowly extend your hand out for him. 

Joel nods once and then takes your hand. You hear him let out a shaky breath as your hand grips his own—steady, strong. Once you lead him outside, Joel pulls you close to his side. You don’t say anything throughout the entire walk back to his house, but you can feel how tightly he’s gripping your hand. 

“M’sorry,” he mumbles. 

“Don’t be,” you answer. “There’s nothing you need to be sorry for, Joel.” It sounds so simple when it leaves your lips and he can’t help but look at you as you lead him back home. 

You release his hand only to wrap your arm around his waist, taking one of his arms to drape around your shoulders. You open his front door and take notice—immediately—of the empty bottle of whiskey at his dining table. You don’t say anything about it though, instead just leading him further inside until you gently set him down on his couch. Joel falls back and rests his head against the back of the couch as you move to sit on the coffee table across from him. 

You don’t say anything, but you can hear his heavy breaths filter the living room. You see his hands shaking on his lap as he tries so hard to keep it still. Leaning forward, you move your hands to rest over his own. He looks up at you and you can see the pain in his deep brown eyes, tears slowly trickling down his cheeks. 

“Hey,” you whisper. “I’m right here, okay?” 

Joel doesn’t say anything. He just stares at you. He can feel his hands still shaking, but you squeeze it reassuringly in your grip. He doesn’t usually showcase his emotions like this, especially not with someone he had just met a month and a half ago. 

But you look at him like you understand exactly what he’s feeling and you don’t judge him for it. There’s a quiet patience in your demeanor and it grounds him. 

Quietly—almost breathless—Joel whispers, “Sarah… I—I saw an infected young girl that looked like Sarah. I couldn’t—I couldn’t move. Someone’s dead because of me. I shouldn’t have gone on patrol, shouldn’t have—” his breath catches in his throat as he drops his eyes to the floor. 

You release his hands, only so that you can stand up and sit next to him on the couch. He can feel the heat of your body next to his and he scoots closer to you. When Joel feels your arm drape around his shoulders, he turns his head and buries his face against the crook of your neck. He feels so vulnerable like this—tears strolling down his cheeks, talking about his babygirl… and it scares him because he knows that this world can take you away from him too.

But he can’t let you go. 

He doesn’t want to. 

“I’m sorry,” you say, hand running along his back soothingly. “I’m sorry that you had to go through that.” Joel melts into you and his arm comes around to wrap around your waist, almost pulling you onto his lap but not quite. “You did all that you could do, Joel. Today and back then.”

“I failed her,” he mumbles into you. “I failed Ellie… I fail everyone that I care about,” he admits. “It’s only a matter of time before I fail you too, angel.”

Slowly, you move your hands to cup his cheeks and lift his head from your shoulder. Your nose brushes against his as he stares up at you—eyes wide and red from the tears that had fallen. “Stop.”

“What—”

“Stop,” you interrupt. “You’ve helped me become myself again in this last month or so… I wasn’t living, not really,” you admit. “I was just waiting for when it would be my turn to go, but you—I get excited every day and that’s because of you. You could never fail me, Joel… and you never failed Ellie or Sarah.” Your thumbs brush away the tears. 

“People around Jackson used to talk a lot about you—how dangerous and scary you are, how many people you killed, how brutal you can be,” you continue, eyes deviating to his lips and back up to his eyes before he could notice. “But they didn’t understand that’s just how you have to be to make sure the people you love are safe. I never saw you as this big scary man, Joel.” You lean forward and press a soft kiss on his forehead, resting your lips there for a moment as you shut your eyes. “I saw a man that would burn the entire world if anyone he loved was hurt and I thought, how lucky those people were to have you in their lives.” 

Joel shuts his eyes as he listens to your voice, how your words make his heart race faster. The things he did, the people he hurt—it was always to survive, to make sure that the people he cared about were safe. 

Tommy. Ellie. Tess. Sarah. 

And now, you. 

“You’re allowed to have shitty days, Joel. What you do for this community… is more than what others can say. You’re allowed to just… rest.” 

“Angel,” he whispers. Joel slowly pulls back and looks down at you. 

“Don’t even argue,” you interrupt as your lips curl into a small smile. “Will you take tomorrow off?” 

“I don’t—” Joel sighs. “I don’t know if I can do that. I don’t think having some quiet time is good f’me right now.” 

“Well, how about you come and volunteer to help me in the classroom?” 

“I don’t think I’m a good teacher either,” he answers. 

“Who said you’d be teaching?” That made him smile. “You can help me read to my students, how’s that?” 

Joel bites the inside of his cheek as his eyes deviate to your lips. His gaze lingers as he parts his own lips and his arm around you tightens. “Okay,” he answers. “Okay, angel.” 

You catch him by surprise when you lean in to kiss his cheek, hands moving to gently push him away. You’re about to stand up when he looks up at you with those goddamn brown eyes with his brows furrowed together. 

“Will you be okay?” you ask. 

“Can you—” Joel sighs and shakes his head, almost like he’s shaking away the lingering thought in his mind. “Yeah, I’ll be okay, darlin’.”

“You sure?” 

He wants to ask you if you can stay, if you can keep him company just for the night, but he knows that he shouldn’t. Instead, he just nods and allows you to stand up from the couch. He reaches for your hand and gently kisses your knuckles before releasing his hold on you. 

“Okay,” you whisper. “If you need anything, just come over.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” he nods. “I remember my promise, don’t worry.” 

Joel stands up from the couch and leads you to his front door. He opens it and watches you cross the threshold onto his front porch until you turn around and wrap your arms around him tightly. He lets out a heavy sigh, his strong arms encompassing you as he holds you flush against him. 

He could hold you like this forever… because for some reason, there’s something about you that chases away the demons that haunt him. 

“Good night, Joel.”

“Night, angel.” When he pulls away, he looks down at you and notices how you make no effort to move. Joel’s brow furrows and he can sense your hesitation, your worry that is clearly shown on your features. “I’ll be okay.” 

“I just—” you sigh and look down at your feet, biting your lower lip. “If you wanted me to stay, I could. I wouldn’t mind.” 

Joel tries not to smile, tries to ignore the way his heart skips a beat and the feeling in the pit of his stomach does flips. “Would that be okay?” he asks quietly. 

Your eyes look up at him—surprised, shocked, relieved. “Maybe we can keep each other company for tonight?” 

Joel nods instantly. “Please,” he whispers. Then, he reaches for your hand and pulls you back into the warmth of his home and into his arms—right where you belong. 

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[lizthewriter]

billy loomis, stu macher, and poly! headcanons with reader s/o

billy loomis headcanons with reader s/o

• first of all, billy is actually a pretty intelligent guy - cunning, strategic

• it's why he's always so good at chess (not that he's the biggest fan)

• reads lots of books - obviously horrors and thrillers are his favorite

• a bit obnoxious pissy about horror movies

• he will force you to watch horror movies with him - movie night ftw

• he's also a big trivia fan! loves trivia games, especially horror

• he says he doesn't like music, but secretly he listens to pop and motown - you will catch him singing along to marvin gaye and he will never admit that it happened

• has mediocre grades, despite his intellect - school bores him and he doesn't like to listen to what people tell him to do

• speaking of school, people paint him out to be some kind of "bad boy" but really all he is is quiet and reserved

• the only real reason he became friends with tatum, sid, and randy was because they became friends with his childhood best friend, stu

• he and stu are inseparable and they do everything together

• you'll probably end up spending more time at stu's then at billy's because billy doesn't like people coming over to his house

• mostly because of the fact that it's on the poorer side of town, and that everyone thinks that he has the picture-perfect family

• speaking of this so-called "family," he has major abandonment issues because his mother abandoned him and trust issues because his father had an affair and would barely pay him any attention

• both of these also contribute to his protectiveness/possessiveness

• it's not so much that he doesn't trust you around certain people (he does have intrusive thoughts a lot), he doesn't trust other people around you

• but when he does get insecure and starts to think that you'll leave him, it's more from his fear that he's unlovable and a bad s/o

• that's why he would love an s/o that would take care of him and do all those lovey-dovey things, even if he likes to pretend that he's not that fond of it

• holding hands, going on walks together, date/movie nights, staying in together, sleeping in the same bed, he wants ALL OF IT

• once he gets more comfortable around you and trusts you, he'll open up a lot more - you'll find he's really sweet on the inside, and REALLY funny

• no i swear, he has the best sense of humor - dark and dry, the perfect mix

• he's not really into PDA unless someone's trying to get in your pants, in which case all social conventions are dropped and he WILL shove his tounge down your throat

• this man is a great kisser *chef's kiss*

• his sex drive is at a medium, I'd say

• but damn if this mf isn't kinky as shit

• lovesss degrading you, being dominant, definitely has a size kink, knife kink, predator/prey, edging, he eats that shit up

• he barely ever gets subby - like ever, but once in a blue moon he just wants some slow, soft sex (this usually happens when he's feeling insecure)

• he's a boob guy 1000%

• he's not too into foreplay - don't get me wrong, he likes to make out for a little while and he knows you need time to get ready, but as soon as your wet he's already inside you pounding away

• loves missionary 🤭🤭 he likes to watch your reactions and dies every time he elicits a sound from your mouth

• dirty talks the entire time

• he's a multiple rounds kind of guy too - he may not want sex that often, but when he does, he WANTS IT

• not the best at aftercare, but he does pretty well - he'll clean you up, bring you a glass of water, but he really just likes to cuddle and fall asleep right after all that

• watches you while you sleep - he finds that it calms him, watching the slow rise and fall of your chest

• the biggest morning person ever - the definition of a morning person

• by the time you get up, he's already ready for school and prepared you breakfast

• has a nice car - loves to drive you around

• oh and he LOVESSSSS making you flustered, but in more of a conspicuous, secretive way

• will send you those FUCKING EYES in the middle of biology

• oh and if you sit next to each other in class, he'll place a hand on your thigh and rub circles into it

• he just loves to rile you up and watch you get angry at him (it turns him on a lil' bit)

• requires a kiss hi and a kiss goodbye - it doesn't matter where, as long as it's a kiss

stu macher headcanons with reader s/o

• this man is the legal textbook definition of ADHD, if not autism

• he has trouble paying attention, especially in school - somehow gets amazing grades anyways

• class clown - main goal in life is to make everyone laugh

• he likes books but finds it hard to pay attention to the words on the page - he much prefers audio books! the main way he consumes media

• he loves all kind of music, but especially alternative rock and hard rock (alice in chains' biggest fan for sure; loves to sing "them bones" out of nowhere - "man in a box" is his favorite)

• he also loves horror movies but he doesn't get as technical about it as billy - he'll watch all kinds, but he does have favorites

• also a big trivia fan - loves playing trivial pursuit

• remembers random facts (he watched jeopardy chronically as a child)

• he was babied by his parents a lot as a kid, which is why he's so extroverted and wild (*coughcough* rebellious *coughcough*)

• he's bisexual

• he lovesss doing makeup and also he wears crop tops all the time and he looks MAGNIFICENT in them

• he's very creative - loves to come up with stories and draw, but he's not really an artist per say, more like he likes scribbling random things

• his stomach is a black hole - no literally, this man devours the entire kitchen

• DO NOT LET HIM IN THE KITCHEN IF YOU ARE BAKING - he will eat whatever dough you're preparing behind your back

• loves to tease you and make you flustered, but in a very obvious way

• is VERY into PDA and flirting in public; constantly has an arm either slung around your shoulders or waist and will make out with you in front of his locker if you let him

• man has no boundaries

• also he will shower you with affection and treat you like a queen; worships the ground you walk upon

• he. loves. matching. clothes. will cry if you don't wear matching pj's with him

• you will chronically be at his house - he has beautiful puppy eyes, so it's easy to convince you to come over every day

• he loves having you sit in his lap or lay across his chest

• he also lovessss playing with your hair and is actually really good at braiding and all that (he has two older sisters)

• foreplay is his favorite thing in the whole world

• ass, boob, thighs? how about ALL

• absolutely a switch!

• prefers to eat you out and loves to overstimulate you mmmmm

• he has a very high sex drive - oh yeah, he's at it every night

• also prefers missionary, but likes you on your stomach, ass up, fave shoved into the pillows (his only purpose: to fuck you into subspace)

• he's pretty kinky too, but with slight differences from billy - instead of edging he loves overstimulation, rimming, marking, praising

• will make up any excuses to get in your pants and will also ask at the most random times - also, if you have a period doesn't care about it whatsoever, will still have sex with you

• aftercare KING!! he has everything prepared for when your done - he'll clean you up, he'll put the sheets out to be washed, he'll grab water and snacks, cuddle with you, and lay up for hours just talking

• he loves one on one conversations between the two of you, especially at more romantic spots like on the roof and under the stars

• will romance you - coincidentally (not at all) loves valentine's day

• you must give him your upmost attention - he loves ranting to you since you're the only person who listens to him and laughs at his jokes

• you will catch him staring at you with lovesick puppy eyes and he doesn't even care if you notice him, he just has an infinite love for you

poly!billy loomis and stu macher headcanons with reader s/o

• together they are certainly a duo - their personalities really balance them out perfectly

• stu is loud and hyperactive, billy is quiet and reserved

• but stu does bring billy out of his shell and billy reigns stu in when he goes too far - all in all, they make each other better

• you all bang out at stu's house - most of the time, just to chill, but bill insists on weekly movie nights and stu insists on weekly board game nights

• if you're not on good terms with your family, stu's welcomes you in like you're their own kid (billy had basically been their son for years)

• billy loves halloween and while stu loves halloween, he's also a big christmas person as well

• stu really just loves holidays and anything that gets them off of school

• whatever shenanigans stu is up to, billy pretends to dislike it but he goes along for a reason, doesn't he? he kind of likes indulging in stu

• they love taking you on car rides around town

• stu buys you all matching shirts and pj's, much to billy's horror

• stu is just constantly buying the two of you random shit

• "i saw this and it reminded me of you guys!"

• usually the way sleeping together works is stu is on the left, you're laying across half of his ches, and billy is on your right with his arm slung around your waist

• stu is constantly warm (why he has his shirt off half the time) and billy had cold hands (will place them unprovoked on the back of your neck)

• if you bake, they work together to steal your dough and eat it

• oh my god, if you go somewhere to get clothes, they will be trailing right behind you and wait for you outside the dressing room to out their two cents in

• billy was kind of dragged along - he truly thinks you look good in anything no matter what, but stu actually offers you good fashion advice

• "hmm . . . no, that red really isn't your color - they have that dress in a blue you look good in, why don't I go grab it for you?"

• billy and stu make sure your birthday is really special

• their goal is just to make you feel loved, accepted, and respected in general

• together, they are both VERY possessive over you, however - so PDA is a must

• they will make it plainly clear to everyone that you are THEIRS and not to be touched

• constant sex - no seriously, be prepared

• I've already made it clear what they both like individually

• but, yes, they both love to tease you - foreplay is a must, and they'll draw it on for a while to get you desperate

• most of the time, they're both dominant in the bedroom, but I can see you and billy turning the table on a subby stu (or in the case of billy being a sub, soft sex with all three of you)

• they are both brat-tamers, but stu's the nicer one

• however, billy is a bit of a brat sometimes (will never admit it but he would die to be punished by you and stu)

• they're both into bondage . . . I think that was a given

• hours and hours and HOURS

• also everywhere. in the kitchen, on the couch, in the bedroom, hell, in the bathroom, they will take you EVERYWHERE

• like I said, they're both pretty good at aftercare

• they love to spend time with you and cuddle - billy likes to trace your skin with his finger, especially your back, while stu likes to play with your hair

• you will fall asleep together like this

• stu would probably be the first person to say "I love you"

• it might take a while, but billy will too eventually

• they just want all of you to be happy and that's all that matters :)

[momongasshop]

SP characters with a chubby & insecure Reader (REQUEST)<3

Stan❤️:

• He isn’t the type to pick on you about your weight if you’re already insecure about it; he doesn’t believe in rubbing it in and making you feel worse

• Definitely wouldn’t want to put you in a situation where he knows you will/could get made fun of, so bringing you around his friends is a no-go, but maybe he will let Kyle meet you

• Sharon likes you a lot, so she doesn’t even think of your chubbiness as a problem, but Randy seems like the type to say something about it (He would probably TRY and be discreet about it and say something to Stanly about “Aren’t they a little bigger than what you usually go for” and you will most likely overhear this conversation since Randy’s got that bass boosted voice)

• If this comment upsets you, he will tell his dad off in front of you and take you for a walk, you’ll probably end up at the park where you’ll both talk for the next couple of hours until one of you has to go home

• Since he is pretty sensitive he can probably sense when you’re upset about yourself and just tries to be there (He wont pull the “You’re perfect just the way you are” bs because he knows that is not super sincere, he will pull out weird but sweet compliments like “I love how when you’re angry you look like a prairie dog” or something similar, it’s cute and silly, lol)

• Overall, he tries to be more understanding of you’re insecurities because deep down he has a few of his own and wouldn’t want you to feel as bad as he does sometimes

Kyle💚:

• He is such a sweetheart when you tell him you’re insecure about your weight, he can feel insecure about himself sometimes, so he totally understands and wouldn’t ever make you feel worse

• Because of Kyle’s insecure feelings, he really does try and go out of his way to make you feel understood, even when you get in your head and think you’re being “too much” or “Overexaggerating,” he will be there to tell you it’s completely valid

• There were a few times he had to tell Cartman off because he is the main one who likes to try and come at you for no reason (...it’s his own insecurities showing…)

• Because of that he probably only let’s you hang with him and Stan, he knows Stan can act like a decent individual and wouldn’t be getting on you for no reason like some of his other “friends” would (Ya’ll are the definition of three musketeers and will be doing anything and everything together)

• Sheila, the woman you are, she would be SO SWEET, she loves how you look, body shape, face shape, hair length, eye color, she thinks you’re so pretty and would be there to give you a confidence boost, saying something like “Well you just have more to love is all” if you think you’re too chubby (Garald would be the same way, I mean he is with Sheila for a reason, he is into fuller women)

• Overall, he gets you down to your core, like it’s just a different kind of understanding, he doesn’t have to guess or try, he just does

Cartman💛:

• Ok, straight up, he is going to be a little mean, but he will warm up to you, and he will open up to you about things you never thought he would (He definitely has some represed emotions about his weight no matter how much he says he “doesn’t care” or it’s just being “big boned”)

• He would be the type to tell you “Yeah, that outfit isn’t cute but here try this” and pull out an outfit that flatters your figure, wether it be enhancing the shape of your waist, hips, bust, or behind, it will be a perfect outfit and you don���t know where he got that skill from

• His friends don’t really care about how you look; they most likely have either met you in a class or around town, and they would most likely make fun of HIM because they think he could make you bigger with his bad habits of eating (Kinda like how Heidi got bigger after her and him dated, poor Heidi)

• HIS MOTHER LOVES YOU, Liane wants to know your favorite foods, drinks, everything, and will tell you how “Having a little bit of meat on your bones just means there is more to enjoy”

• Even with Cartman and his mother’s support, he knows you can still get insecure about your cubbiness, so he will try his hardest to slip you compliments here and there, but VERY subtly (You both would be watching TV and all of a sudden he will say some “I thought that peach sweater you wore last tuesday made you look cute” and thats it, you gotta not mention shit or else he will argue with you for some reason)

• Overall, he understands and is willing to push past his selfish and mean nature to show you that he can have a heart and wants to give it to you

Kenny🧡:

• He is the best, he only wants you to feel good about yourself and not break yourself down if you are the type to do that, and he may not know what it’s like to be chubby BUT he still knows what it’s like to be insecure (He get’s picked on everyday for being poor of course he is going to have some sort of feelings behind that and is willing to even open up to you about it)

• Hmm, would he bring you around his friends, erm, probably not, maybe Butters, but even that is pushing it, he knows Butters is more of a follower and would probably jump on the bandwagon of picking on you if Cartman did it first (He wouldn’t put you in that situation so it’s best to not meet his friends)

• His family is iffy when it comes to you, Karen is a sweetheart, so she loves you, Kevin doesn’t know you but he thinks you’re ok, Carol really does try and talk to you, telling you how happy you make Kenny and how she wants you two to have a good life together but Stuart is just a hater (He would be the type to make comments about your weight trying to get under your skin and Carol would have to step in even if that means starting a fight)

• If this is a common occurrence, which it probably is, he takes you to Stark’s Pond and you guys can throw rocks together or just sit on a bench and talk, he will always remind you how it’s not your fault that his parents fought, and it was just them being how they are

• Weird thing is once you get around the family more, Carol won’t have to fight with Stuart about picking on you because he will start to see what she does, you’re a genuine person who only wants the best for their son

• Overall, he will be there for you and won’t ever be the reason for your insecurities to get worse, in fact being around him will probably make you feel more confident

Butters🩵:

• Butters genuinely doesn’t ever want to come off as mean or rude ESPECIALLY twords you but he has his moments where he sounds like his parents or Cartman (But don’t worry with time that can be “trained” out of him, you just have to remind him it hurts your feelings when he says/does certain things)

• Speaking of his parents, Linda and Stephen are the shaming type, that is why Butters tries to keep you away from them as much as possible but it is hard since you both are always together (Don’t worry he will make up every excuse in the book as to why they can’t see you, talk to you, do ANYTHING with you, no dinners, no trips, NOTHING)

• It would take time for him to get over this and be able to stand up to his parents but he is willing to do so, even when it comes to his friends (Espeically Cartman) he is willing to stand up for you (Yapieee)

• And thank the universe he is because Cartman can be soooo mean, he acting like he ain’t a venti when you are just a little grande (This also sounds like something Butters would try using as a complement)

• When you come to him venting about your insecurities he will be telling you the most cheesiest, cringiest and slightly questionable compliments known to man (He would say something like “Well I think you look really good, like a squishy, soft marshmallow that is ready to be eaten” and after he says that he will give you a big smile and think he compared your ass to Aphrodite or something, lol)

• Overall, Butters tries his best to break the cycle his parents started him on because he wouldn’t want you to feel the same guilt and shame he has for years

[mouse--trap]

when i first watched the passenger i got the impression benson had been working there a good while, and that he’d acted the same in those first 15 minuets as he had throughout all his prior jobs, gas station after diner after fast food joint, quiet, competent, never any trouble. cut and dry, quietly quitting and moving on to some other place less than 10 miles away for a slightly better pay or when the people started getting a little too familiar. never even gave himself a fraction of a chance at the life he wanted for randy. half the people in town have worked with him at some point or another, but most of the handful who remember him could only tell you his name.

But today i was thinkin what if that hadnt been the case, id always thought the shooting was something that had been building up his whole life, always stifled under the surface, day after day, just waiting to explode out, but what if every past job had ended similarly, if it was the culmination in a steadily escalating path of destruction. he starts off stealing little things when he’s young, nothing he wants, just enough to get him fired. then sometimes when he closes he doesn’t lock the doors, waits for the place to get robbed. leaves scraps in the alleyway until a rodent problem crops up, dishwashers and coffee machines start breaking down, customers start finding cigarette butts in the bottom of their glasses of iced tea, and the most at ease he ever feels is when he’s driving home with his final check. sabotage feels good but it doesn’t free him, so he tries harder. snaps at his managers and bosses, gets in their faces, starts a grease fire at one place he particularly despised, but year after year he’s just in another uniform clocking in with different punchcards. a glance at his resume and twenty minutes of conversation and none of it mattered, he’s hired. he still needs the money, he has a mortgage he didn’t ask for, a mother who wouldn’t last without him.

by the time he’s started at burgers burgers burgers he’s resigned. he’s tried everything, and then he sees randy is struck all over again with a new kind of desperation. to make it count this time. to see if it’ll finally stick. he is a trapped animal that has thrashed and clawed until it has no strength left to do anything but gnaw off its trapped leg. he is a hand punching a wall just to see if it’ll leave a hole. or whatever!! or whatever. kicks a pebble

[directdogman]

I recall you mentioning which Pokemons corresponded to Dsaf characters, and since I've recently been playing pokemon X, I'm now wondering the same with dialtown characters like Mingus, Roger or EVERYONE ELSE

I wrote an idea for a DT gym leaders + elite four roster for DT ages ago. Sure, I'll bite.

DT GYM LEADERS (in the order of when you face them with some pokemon from their own personal fully evolved teams):

Jerry (Normal): "Strategy? You ask me about fucking STRATEGY?! I have VERMIN Pokémon, you understand?! I should be glad the kids who challenge my gym aren't after my JOB. This is DEGRADING. They GAVE me these dirty birds and rats, ya understand? I didn't ASK for this damned type! So many SICK DOG POKÉMON." (Favourite move: Rest. Has a 2 teams of Stoutlands. I'm sure he has others too.)

Randy (Flying): "Well, my Pokémon are kinda like me. Fr-Fragile. So, my go-to strategy is to hit hard and as FAST as possible before my opponent can shatter my delicate bird team to smithereens! Mathematically, it's gotta be better to hit FIRST!

...Y-Y'know?" (Favourite move: Brave Bird, probably has a Pidgeot, Swanna, Cramorant, Crobat)

Oliver (Steel): "Yo! My pokémon are BUILT for ROBOT FIGHTS and they're made of METAL, so they're sturdy as SHIT. I usually just go nuts and go on an all-out offensive using the gnarly and expertly assembled movesets of yours truly! I'll get to throw everything I have at you while you can barely chip away at my pokémon's metallic armor! Watch OUT." (Favourite move: Heavy Slam, has a Steelix, Skarmory, Magnezone, Aggron)

Karen (Ground): "My pokémon are tanky and have diverse movesets. I utilize field moves. The rest of the world simply does NOT have what it takes to harness the true power of dirt-horse." (Favourite move: Fissure, has a Mudsdale, Dugtrio, Krookodile)

Bigfoot (Grass): [serene ape noises] (Favourite move, Cotton Guard. Has a Simisage, Rillaboom, Shiftry, Abomasnow)

Gingi (Poison): "these ones are the only pokémon out of the awful birds and rats and such that i dragged home that decided to stick around. they seem to enjoy me tent" (Favourite move: Gunk Shot. Has a Muk, Koffing, Garbodor)

God (Psychic): "Personally, I like creepy pokeymen. You know the kind I mean. Mr Mime, Hypno, those freaks. They're my PEOPLE. Why do I keep these strange beings around me? It's to psych you out, you see. All types have weaknesses, making the question of which type is best almost meaningless. So, why not pick Pokémon that deal psychic damage to your opponents? Aha! See? It's psychic-damage. Get it? Like the gym name. Frankly, I just have these guys on-hand because it means that I have a LOT less people showin' up at my gym. I really just see this job as an obligation. Hell, I'd rather be in bed right now. Cancellation is better than Obliteration, that's my motto! Anyway, got any Prize Money?" (Favourite Move: Dream Eater)

Mingus (Dark): "You FOOL. Do I have to SPELL IT OUT for you?! The key to success is simple: Pick a supreme type. Assemble a team of heavy-hitters. It's better if they blend into shadows easily. (I am a sinister person, to be clear!!!) Each of my Pokémon have diverse, punishing movesets which were carefully constructed to inflict status conditions and erode an opponent's stats in battle. Horrible Pokémon that will PUNISH you for daring to face me. If you wake me up in order to fight you at the stupid gym the Pokémon League Confederation FORCED ME to set up here at Town Hall, I WILL fucking END YOU." (Signature Move: She's being dead serious right now. I say cut your losses and see give the Orange league a try instead. She has a Liepard though. Of course.)

ELITE FOUR:

Stabby + Shooty (Bug): "Yeah, look, okay. Steel and dark slots were already taken when we applied to be a part of the league. We were GONNA ask for Ghost, or maybe Poison, but Mingus said we'd be a waste of an Elite Four slot and people would throw things at us if we had the expectations that a cooler type would carry. We didn't wanna get hassled, I mean, we're only here so Mingus can keep an eye on what's happening at the League..."

"So, we let her choose the bug type for us. Was she right to set us down this mediocre insect path? We'll be fucked if we know." "Hey, even if this insect stuff was all for nothin', it still wasn't a total waste. I had a rockin' good time out in the forest, collectin' bugs with my bro, and no cat can take that away from me!" "Bro…" (Favourite move: Megahorn. They have a Pinsir, Ariados, Scizor)

Billy (Fire): "I wanted dark, but the cat got to it first. So, I said to myself: "Okay, Puss Puss. You take the dark type and you see what happens. I'm going to make you WISH you'd let me have a large crow instead of a host of animals who were bred specifically for arson." (Signature move: Fire Blast, he has a Houndoom, Charizard, Darmanitan)

Norm (Rock): "All o' my critters are equipped to deal with anythin' that's thrown at us. We've got diverse movepools, emphasis on attack AND speed. Quick on the draw, ready fer anythin'. Solid like a rock." (Favourite move: Stone Edge (which always hits), has a Rhyperior, Aerodactyl, Archeops, Crustle, Tyranitar) CHAMPION:

Callum (Pre-erasure) (Dragon): "You're wondering which type to expect from the Pokémon League Champion? Why, I won't put my name to ANYTHING that isn't to the quality this here country DESERVES, no-siree! My administration's gonna give you nothin' but the BEST, folks! Why, that's right! There's REALLY no topping the Dragon type! Pokémon associated with stories of leadership and Revolution! All of my Pokemon specialize in hard-hitting and devastating attacks like Hyper Beam and Solar Beam, designed to obliterate would-be threats and act as a complete deterrent to any would-be challengers! Trust me: If I getcha, you're gonna FEEL it!" (Has a Haxorus, Hydreigon, Tyrantrum, Frapple)

Crown (Post-Erasure) (Ghost): "I-Is the war over yet? I can't get a signal-" (Favourite move: Destiny Bond) (Gengar, Chandelure, Cofagrius, Dusknoir)