#i gotta save those for school and work and shit

[lokilysolbitch]

me when i accidentally forget tiktok exists and i ignore it all day:

me when i consciously decide to limit my time on tiktok: this is justr like,,,,,,,the olden days (before i had tiktok) back when i would look at writing prompts on pinterest (i still do that anyways) and play sims (i still do that anyways) (literally nothing is different)

[joicecubes]

okay likeee i know we all shit on stan and ford for being petty as hell during weirdmageddon (stan just hold his damn hand. ford WHY did you feel the need to correct his grammar.) but also? i have always felt like stan was so justified in wanting a thank you. like to the point where i also get pissed at ford for withholding any sort of genuine gratitude for so long.

do i get why he did? absolutely. in fact, it’s like, a super well-written conflict between them and reflects both of their mindsets perfectly. when you really think about ford’s point of view, you realize he still believes stan intentionally sabotaged his future in high school, was the reason he spent 30 years dimension-hopping, blatantly ignored ALL of his warnings about how dangerous it was to start the portal up again, and (albeit accidentally) brought him back when ford was finally about to defeat bill cipher. yeah! he has every right to pissy! i would be too!!

but like, all that said, it just makes me SO sad for stan. he went to such great lengths to bring ford back. he spent all 30 of those years learning sciences and engineering he could never have imagined understanding as the “stupid twin.” he faked his own DEATH. his entire life was a lie for DECADES. and we brush that off because stan has always been a liar and a conman but how much of that was due to his circumstances? being on the streets at 17 doing whatever the hell he had to for enough money to eat, and then losing his brother and desperately needing to pay fords mortgage so he could stay and work to bring him back… stan was so dedicated for so many years, did literally whatever he had to, stan pledged his life to righting his wrongs and saving his brother, and the man he did all of this for has nothing to say to him. “be out of my house by the end of the summer. give me my life back. and no, i won’t say thank you.”

its no wonder stan is petty bro!!! that feels like such a betrayal! i did so much for you and you can’t even give me a single thank you? you have to uproot my life for a second time? my god, at this point i cant even blame him for refusing to hold his hand even if it WAS to save the world. sometimes you’ve gotta be a petty bitch!!

[ennn]

On Writing Rio Vidal

So @trickofthelights did a great post on things to take note of when writing Agatha Harkness in fic and I figured I could do one for my girl if some folk are interested.

Now I do see that getting a handle on Rio can be tricky because she only has so much screentime and every time she pops up we see a different side to her character. That said, here's some fundamentals I see for portraying Rio:

Disclaimer: I'm not a cop. Fic writing is for fun. This is entirely about canon-consistency, which can also apply to AUs. If you want to write an original romance novel inspired more by the actors than their AAA characters, hey you do you.

Rio is powerful and knows it

Canonical Rio literally embodies power. She's Death and even gods die. She is one of the most powerful entities in the universe and she knows it. It's essentially who she is. Power is part of her being.

In non-magic AUs where Rio is human, the show literally serves up Special Agent Rio Vidal as a handy reference point to work with. She's an FBI agent with the power of a higher authority, amazing at her job, and she owns it.

I find it quite jarring when AU fics have Rio set up as someone needing saving, or someone seriously lacking in confidence. Even if you're doing a high school or coffeeshop AU, Rio Vidal needs to know she's hot shit in some domain. She doesn't need to have her life together but you gotta have that sense of power and self-assurance somewhere in her life.

Because when it comes to writing canon-consistent Agatha/Rio, this is fundamental to Agatha's attraction to Rio because Agatha is attracted to power.

Like yes, I know it's Aubrey Plaza but it is essentially Rio's power that compels Agatha to give her a second look. Canonically, it's Rio's inability to die that allows them to have a relationship. Not beauty, not a winning personality. They're able to match each other’s energy, to clash and survive each other.

Rio is lawful first, chaotic second

An all-powerful character who can do anything is pretty boring, which is why when it comes to Rio "with great power comes great responsibility" but in her case it's literal and on a cosmic level. Canonically Rio's power is limited by certain rules she has to follow.

The whole tragedy at the crux of Rio as a character is that her identity is her purpose is her function is her duty is her job. As unpredictable as she seems, Rio literally describes herself as "the natural order of all things".

It's interesting that in the Zoom call interview Plaza mentions Puck when describing how Rio acts in the show because I find the fey a helpful reference when framing Rio as a character. Yes, Rio can cause lots of chaos but she has very specific rules she's obligated to follow. Everything beyond that however is fair game.

In non-magic AUs, this doesn't have to mean Rio has a literal job or profession that she values highly (although it can). It could be a personal mission, a set of principles, a duty to certain people or an organisation. Regardless there should be a method to Rio's madness.

And when it comes to writing canon-consistent Agatha/Rio, this is a delightful contrast because Agatha's such a rule-breaker ("So you broke the rules, big deal!") and a cheater ("You can't cheat Agatha / Says who!").

There are sharp edges to Rio's character

I sometimes joke that in AU fics the best way to help ensure canon-consistency is to give Rio a knife. It's funny because it's kinda true?

There is a darkness to Rio as a character that if ignored, I think does a disservice to her. Canonically, she's the balance of life and death, the cycle of decay and rebirth, the ugly and beautiful, violent and soft.

I think very romantic or domestic AUs do come with the risk of making Rio too soft, too patient, too kind. Which is not to say she can't be those things—you could argue that anyone who chooses to put up with Agatha Harkness certainly has those qualities in no small amount—but it's the contrast that I think makes Rio interesting as a character.

Consider Rio's capacity for love contrasted with her viciousness, her patience with her pettiness, her restraint with her rage.

There's probably more where this came from, but these ones seem to the main ones that stick out. And look, I'm a fan and I get that it's tempting to pull from the other roles Plaza has played, and we only see so much of Rio (I mean, consider how much of Agatha we got to see from Wandavision before AAA) and AUs are meant to be a playground—but there does come a point where a character just doesn't seem like Rio Vidal.

[whatifitis]

♡ I watched it begin again - LN 4 ♡

Summary: You've moved on and found happiness... when Lando reappears and tells you something you truly never expected to hear, but something you had also wished for for so long.

Author's Note: this is the much awaited part 2 to 'i wish you would've stay'. i wanna say a quick thank you to those who read part 1 and shared your thoughts on it, it really made me feel so special 😭 this part would not have been written without yall <3

WC: 2415

CW: fluff, maybe a very little amount of angst? pettiness, if you squint there's a sort of thrupple, or whatever the 4 count of that word is, hinting, overuse of song references

“Okay, I think it’s done.”

“Yay! I can finally see this masterpiece you’ve created.” you smiled. 

“Eh, masterpiece is a bit of a reach. But I definitely tried my hardest to capture your beautiful soul.”

“Ohhh, shush you. Flattering me so much.”

“It’s so you don’t hate me after you see this monstrosity.”

“Okay, enough yapping. Show me.” 

You watched as he took a deep breath and turned the sketchbook towards you.

“Oh. My. God.” you try to stifle your laugh. 

“Why are you laughing?” Gabe chuckled. 

“I’m not laughing. It’s beautiful. Oh my- Where were you when it was time for senior photos?”

“No. Fuck off. That’s rude.” you watched as Gabe tossed a pillow at you and tried to refrain from laughing as hard as you are. 

You were laughing so hard it was getting hard to breathe and tears were rolling down your face. Being with Gabe always felt so high school in a way. There was no pressure or drama within this place. It was just love. 

You and Gabe have been dating for a little over a year and it’s been the greatest time of your life. When the two of you met, you really weren’t looking for anything. You were focused on work and getting your life in line when he happened. 

Since he’s come into your life, it’s like everythings brighter. And while that may sound cliche, it’s true. He makes everything feel miniscule, like as long as he’s there at the end of the day, everything will be okay. 

He was something new as well. For so long, you had spent your time around boys and their expensive cars like range rovers and Aston Martins, but Gabe is just Gabe. He’s a real person who enjoys the same things that you do and he truly loves you for you. And he loves spending time with you. On your first date, he wasn’t ready for the date to be over, so he asked you to walk around Kohl’s with him. And still, to this day, he asks if you want to walk around Kohl’s together, just for a few more moments with you. 

He was the king of your heart.   

“Oh shit, I gotta get going. I have that meeting with Matt tomorrow about working on that album.” Gabe said as he stood up from the couch and stretched, “Can we meet for lunch? I don’t think I can wait all day to see you again.” pulling you closer to him, softly gripping your waist. 

“Definitely, I might be a bit late cause I need to talk to Marjorie about letting me in on that case.” 

“Amazing.” he said as he pressed his lips to yours, feeling your soft lips on his and pouring himself into you. 

The two of you pull apart and you walk him to the door of your apartment. 

“See you tomorrow, my love.” 

“Call me when you get home, please.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Gabe jokes, “At home, I’ve got to greet the most demanding and most precious person in my life. She deserves all my attention.”

“Olive is a cat and she is far from precious.”

“You’re just jealous she prefers lying on me rather than you.”

“We’re girls! There’s a girl code and she’s not sticking to it.”

“I’ll see if I can talk some sense into her then. For the love of my life.” Gabe says, pecking your lips one final time before walking off. 

“Save some time for me.” you called out. 

“All my time is yours, my darling.” 

He turns the corner and once he’s out of sight, you step back into your apartment and close the door. You turn your back to press against the door and you couldn’t help the giddy smile that spread across your face. Even after all this time, he still makes your heart skip. 

You started to get ready for bed and had just settled into your bedsheets when your phone started playing your ringtone for Gabe, ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ by Rick Astley. You don’t remember exactly how it became one of your songs, but it somehow made its way there. You’d even joked with him how if the two of you ever broke up, you hoped that Rick Rolling would become a thing again so that he would be tormented with the thought of you. 

You picked up the phone to hear some shuffling on the other line. “Hello?” you call out. 

“Hey, sorry. I was just taking off my jacket. I made it home.”

“Amazing. How’s home?” 

“It’s okay. Would be better if you were here with me.”

“You just spent all day with me. Are you not sick of me?” you half-joked. 

“I could never be sick of you. You’re my favorite thing the universe gifted us on earth.”

“Stop. You’re gonna make me cry.”

“I’m sorry, my love. I don’t like making you cry, unless it’s from laughter. Ya know, you’re really pretty when you laugh.”

“Only when I laugh?” you poke. 

“Nuh uh. You’re always pretty. So pretty that it almost kills me. But I really like it when you laugh. Especially when I’m the one making you laugh.”

“I like it when you make me laugh too.” you are practically melting at this man's words. He always has you wrapped around his finger and you think he knows. But little do you know, that’s how he feels about you. 

You turn to look at the clock by your bedside and sigh. Even after having him all day, somehow you just want him more. 

“I gotta go to sleep now, my angel. If I sleep now, I can get at least 7 hours of sleep.” you huff. 

“You should really sleep earlier so you can actually sleep well. We both know you’re not sleeping 7 hours with your sleeping habits.”

“Yeahhhh. Whatever. I’ll see you tomorrow, darling.” 

“I’ll be waiting, love.” 

The silence sounds after the beep. Was this what true love felt like? Is this how it feels to be loved? How long has it been since someone made you feel like this? For a while, you thought the plane was going down. But someway, somehow, Gabe turned it right around. He would literally break his back to make you break a smile. For the first time ever, you were falling in love with someone who was falling in love with you. 

The next morning, after some strenuous phone calls and exhausting meetings, you excitedly made your way to the restaurant you were meeting Gabe at. You were running a bit early so you decided to take the scenic route to the restaurant, knowing Gabe wouldn’t be there for another 20 minutes. 

You were enjoying the afternoon sun and the fresh air that came with it when you heard something from behind, “Y/n?” 

Why does this person sound familiar? He sounds like… like someone but you can’t quite place your finger on it. 

“Y/n, is that you?” 

When you turn to see who it is, you’re met with them. Those eyes, the eyes you used to dream of. But now they look different, they look so dull and tired. His frame looks lighter and his smile looks torn. 

“Lando?”

“Wow, you look, I mean you look beautiful. You haven’t changed a bit since the last time I saw you.” he says, giving you a soft, shy smile. 

“Yeah. It’s been quite some time.” “Sorry. Uh, how have you been?” 

“I’ve been good. Really good, actually. How about you? How’s Hannah?”

“I’ve been okay and ehm, Hannah and I broke up last year.”

“Oh no. I’m sorry to hear. But I’m sure you’ll find someone. There’s plenty of fish in the sea, as they say.”

“Yeah. I’ve actually been thinking about you recently. Like, a lot.” he softly huffs. 

“Oh.”

“I’ve been meaning to reach out but I wasn’t sure how. I’m actually glad I ran into you now.”

“Lando, I think you-”

“No, please. Let me explain myself, please.”

You stood there for a beat, not knowing that to say. You couldn’t get a single word out. Why? It was just Lando. 

He watches your face, trying to study it and read what you’re thinking, but he can’t, “I have a lot to get off my chest. I won’t take long. Please.”

“Okay.”

With a deep inhale, Lando begins “I fucked up. Big time. I never should have, essentially, ghosted you. All you ever did was love me and care for me. But I just went off and dated another girl cause I didn’t realize it at the time. Y/n, if we’re being honest, I’m still in love with you. And it took a long time for me to realize. Everything is nothing without you. I’m nothing without you. I miss you so much and I regret ever letting you go. Can we start fresh, please? I won’t let you go this time. I’ll hold you closer than I ever did before.”

“I can’t. You hurt me a lot. It took me so long to realize I was going to be okay without you. It took me a long time to realize that it wasn’t my fault for you leaving. That I am good enough and capable of being loved. I’m happy now. I found someone that I love and who loves me. Like, truly loves me. He made me realize that nothing was wrong with me.”

“Oh. I didn’t know you were seeing someone. But, does he really make you happy? Happier than I ever made you?” there are tears brimming his eyes. 

“Yeah, he does. I don’t get it, Lando. I was happy for you when you met Hannah, why can’t you be happy for me?” 

“Because I know you still feel something for me. And I truly believe that the universe brought us here today for a reason. Our story isn’t over, y/n.”

“It is over. You can say we’ll be together someday, but things have changed. We’re not the same people we were before and I found my person.”

“So why can’t I stop feeling this way?” he says, a tear slipping down his face. “Because you’re human.” you say, reaching your hand to cup the side of his face, but you don’t. You stop yourself before your fingertips can feel his skin beneath yours because it isn’t fair to him. 

“Do you regret me?” he asks through a wavering voice. 

“No, I don’t regret you. You were one of the most beautiful chapters of my life and you taught me a lot. You know, I used to look for you in a sea of people, knowing you weren’t there. It’s kinda stupid cause we never really existed but-” “We did exist. Just not in the way we should’ve. The way we could’ve if I wasn’t a massive fuck up.”

“You’re not a fuck up. Listen, there was happiness because of you and there was happiness after you. That’s just the way life goes. So there will be happiness after this.’’

“I don’t want there to be an after you. I’m trying my best. I pray that you’ll come back to me one day. And if you do, I’ll give up my hopes and dreams in F1 cause I’ll have my biggest dream of all. You.”

“You can’t change things by loving someone harder. I used to wish you would’ve stayed. But this isn’t a fairytale where you’re my knight in shining armor. I found someone who actually treats me well. And the cost of trying isn’t greater than the reward of having me, to him. He actually loves me and wants to be with me. I used to be so naive and I would get so lost in your eyes, I didn’t realize that being in love wasn’t fighting to have the upper hand.” 

He’s near sobbing when he tells you, “I want to believe I haven’t lost you.”

“I’ll always be here for you. But I can’t be with you. It’s too late, Lando. My heart doesn’t soften to your name anymore.”

“Do you think there’s even a slight possibility that you could fall in love with me again?”

You look at him. This was the boy you once loved. The one you would’ve done anything for, even after everything he’d done. You used to wait for him to love you again. But now all you see is the boy who broke your heart and left you bereft and reeling. 

“No. I hope you find love, Lando. I really do. But it won’t be me. Not anymore.”

With that, you turn your back to him and walk away. It might’ve been harsh, but you couldn’t stand there any longer. The result wouldn't be different if you’d stayed longer and comforted him. You’re happy with Gabe and he has never given you a reason to doubt him. You’d been hurt enough by Lando. But every little moment led you right to where you should be. 

When you finally arrived at the restaurant, Gabe was already there. When he sees you, it’s like he saw you for the first time. There was a sparkle in his eyes and the toothiest grin spread across his face. 

He stands to greet you with a kiss that could heal every wound that might have reopened today. He pulls a chair out for you and takes his seat right at your side. 

“Hi, baby.”

“Hi. I’m sorry I’m late. It’s a long story and I can tell you all about it later. Right now I just want it to be us. Let the world fade away for a bit.”

“Sounds like a plan then. I already ordered your Coke with a lime. It should be on its way.” Gabe says as he plants a thousand soft kisses on your hand. He’s been doing it a lot lately, now that you think about it. 

“You’ve been kissing my hand a lot recently. Why?” you ask out of curiosity. 

“Because whenever I kiss your hand, you hold my face.” 

Gabe is a daydream and you’re the one he’s walking to. You think he’s the one thing you got right. 

You hear your phone ping on the table. You quickly open it to mute it for your lunch date but the text on the screen catches your eye. 

Oscah: So should Lily and I meet you guys at your place or ours? 😉 

Those who wanted to be tagged in part 2: @f1fantasys @jxnellat @hoeforsirius @nina-or-anna-or-nora @sturmatt @hurtblossom

[bloodb3nders]

chapter three.

| touya todoroki (dabi) x fem!reader |

wc: 3.40k

summary: reader encounters dabi, but she doesn't recognize him at alllllll.

a/n: i am grinding out these chapters rn fr!!

NOW PLAYING: birds of a feather b. eilish

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the UA sports festival is the same as it always is. the new kids fight, the older kids fight, heroes send in offers to those they want, and so on. 

you’re proud of the fight katsuki put up against shoto, and you gave his hair a good ruffle when he came by to see your parents and yourself after his final match. 

“maybe if you’re lucky, best jeanist will send you an offer!” mitsuki squeals, and you roll your eyes, crossing your arms as you stand next to katsuki, whose sweaty from his fight and smells strongly of caramel beside you. 

“eh, we want todoroki mom, best jeanist said I get to pick this year,” you say with a satisfied smirk on your face, and you watch katsuki’s eyebrows crinkle in frustration. 

“i didn’t want to be at your shitty agency anyways you pimp!” he squeals angrily, and you laugh.

“katsuki! don’t call your sister a pimp!” your mom commands sternly swatting his head, shutting katsuki up. 

in reality, before you and best jeanist had even watched katsuki begin to fight, he told you he was already planning on sending your brother an offer. the fight only solidified it. you were super proud of him, not that you would ever tell him. 

“i don’t know katsuki, some agencies probably don’t want a brat like you,” you chide, and he narrows his red eyes at you, to which you roll your own.  he grumbles incoherently, before mitsuki rushes to give him a hug, your dad simply watching the typical family interaction unfold. 

“we’re still soooooo proud of you ‘suki! make sure to text us when your offers come in!” Mitsuki exclaims, as katsuki tries to force your mom off of her. “whatever, shitty woman,” he grumbles, and your dad pats him on the back, as they begin to walk off. you wave them both off, and soon it’s just you and katsuki. 

“wanna come over friday night for a movie? you can tell me all the school goss,” you say cooly, and katsuki grunts. 

“sure, but you’re buying food. and snacks,” he says gruffly, and you chuckle, ruffling his hair. 

“‘course suki, wouldn’t want it any other way,” you respond, and your brother moves to swat your arm away. 

“do any cool shit lately? I saw your interview from the other day, but news on you has been a bit quiet,” he comments, and you smile, as the two of you start walking around the sports festival arena. 

“faced off with some fire quirk last night, lowkey beat his ass up. he was also like super burnt, it was kinda weird,” you say, and katsuki hums. 

“did you do the shield move?” he asks, masking his excitement, and you nod. katsuki would never admit this, but ever since you went pro, you’re secretly his favorite hero (all might is obviously #2). 

“yeah, it worked pretty well. he was pretty strong, but he ran off right as the patrolling heroes showed up,” you said, sunlight pouring down onto the both of you as you continued to stroll. 

“you ever hear back from that douche earth quirk guy? he sounded like a real piece of work,” katsuki asks gruffly, and you sigh. 

“nah, he ghosted me. i think he just wanted a story to tell his friends or somethin’ stupid like that,” the only downside to being a pro hero, and wearing a skimpy costume, was a lot of guys really just wanted bragging rights to having gone out with the ground zero. it was getting pretty exhausting. 

“I’ll beat the shit out of him if I ever cross paths with him,” katsuki says assertively, and you chuckle. despite you being older, you can’t help but admire katsuki’s protectiveness over you. 

“this dunce-face in my class keeps begging me to get your autograph, says you saved him and shit,” he chides. 

“oh that yellow haired kid? yeah I vaguely remember him ogling me back at USJ,” you comment, and katsuki huffs angrily.

“damn extra’s gotta a stupid fucking crush on you. winter needs to hurry the fuck up so you’ll put a damn shirt back on,” he says, and stifle a laugh.

“not my fault justin timberlake wrote sexyback after seeing me,” you say, smile plastered on your face. 

“who the fuck even is that? another one of your american artists? he chides. 

you spent the summer before your third year interning with electplant in America. let’s just say you had a hard time letting go of the American culture there. it didn’t help that electplant was in with all the boy bands and male singers. 

“yeah, he’s pretty popular. some crazy songs too,” you reply, and katsuki shrugs.  

you feel a buzz against your chest, and you grab your phone out of your utility belt, seeing a notification from sapphire about an interview you have in 30 minutes, accompanied by some paperwork after. you sigh, turning to katsuki, ”okay shit, I gotta go, duty calls,” you say, and he rolls his eyes at you, offering a huff as your feet warm up, and you blast off. 

“DO MORE COOL SHIT BEFORE FRIDAY, YOU PIMP ASS,” he calls out as you propel up in the sky. you simply flip him off as your response, before flying into the blue sky. 

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you immediately know something’s wrong as you unlock your door and the faintest smell of cigarettes and burnt rubber hits your nose. your apartment always smells like a combination of vanilla, brown sugar, and whatever the last thing you cooked in there was. 

you cautiously open your door, softly dropping your backpack with a clink, not feeling up to turning on the lights just yet. your arm goes behind your back, and you open your palm, a red arrowhead formulating in your hand, as you use your other hand to turn on the lights. 

“what the fuck are you doing here,” you spit out.

in your living room, seated on your plush, fuzzy white chair, is none other than the patchwork criminal you’d fought the other night. a smirk dances across his face as his palm lights up, a blue flame making its home in his hand. you can see him better in the light, make out the dark, purple flesh that bandages his body in face, held together by silver staples that protrude. he looks painful, like a dull ache surrounds his every move. his dark, black hair shot up in spikes, matching his painfully annoying presence in his apartment. 

“cool it, wonder woman—,” he begins, but you cut him off in an instant. 

“look, if you’re here to try and fight or kill me, can we at least not do it in my apartment? i told my best friend she could have my apartment if I died, and I know my brother would kill me if I got his all might slippers burned up in a fight,” you say agonizingly, and a look of surprise grace’s the criminal’s face. 

a few moment’s of silence go by. “so, is outside an option?” you inquire again, not refusing to move an inch, arrowhead still tucked behind your back.

“i’m not here to kill you, just needed a place to crash,” the patchwork criminal comments cooly, and your face contorts with confusion. 

“so you chose to crash into a pro hero’s apartment?” you ask incredulously, your head tilting to the side as one of your eyes twitches slightly. 

“right on the money, wonder woman. nice digs you got here too, pretty cozy,” he comments, extinguishing the flame in his hand as a sign of peace. 

“good fuck, why me of all people?” you ask, clenching your fist in anger. 

“i ought to report you right away and haul your ass to jail,” you say crudely, and the burnt criminal rolls his eyes at you. 

“i have a feeling if you planned on doing that you would’ve done it by now,” he says, his tone still cool and unbothered, which pisses you off even more. you can’t help but feel royally pissed off with how your body doesn’t feel the need to blast this fucker’s head off. that, and a weird sense of deja vu has washed over you, but you can’t really place your finger on why you’re feeling that way. 

with a dejected sigh, you bring the hand behind your back to in front of you, and toss the arrow towards the kitchen. 

patchwork’s eyes immediately widen as he recognizes one of your bombs. he’s even more alarmed at the fact that you mindlessly tossed it towards your kitchen. surely it’s going to damage your apartment. as he mildly braces himself for an explosion while you start to take off your burgundy boots, it instead fizzles out like a sparkler. it’s kinda cute, and the strong smell of brown sugar graces the air. 

once your boots are off, you slip on your slippers, and pad over to the kitchen, fetching yourself some water. patchwork eyes you lazily, eyes fixed on you as you fill up a glass of water, and put it on the counter. 

“you want water? least I can do it entertain you since you’re so damn set on trashing my apartment,” you spit out, although your voice isn’t necessarily laced with anger. 

“sure,” he responds, and you nod, filling up another glass, before walking over to the couch, handing him a glass of water, before sitting down. 

he notices that you’re still in your hero suit, except you’ve thrown a sweatshirt over it, a dark gray crewneck with a faint UA CLASS OF XXXX on it. of course you went to UA. it checks out. you’re a hero for pete’s sake. you pick up on where his eyes lay, and you roll your eyes. 

“sorry dickhead, I cover up after hours,” you say with an annoyed tone and patchwork’s eyes dart to yours, narrowing as he looks at you. 

“wasn’t staring at your tits, wonder woman, at the words on your shirt,” he spits out in disgust. how dare you assume he’d do such a thing. he literally objectifies women all the time but whatever. your eyes glimmer at him apologetically for a moment, as you try to find words to correct what you said. Instead, you take a sip from your glass of water, finding something to distract yourself with. 

“why are you a hero?” the blue flamed criminal mutters, and your head perks up as your burgundy eyes meet his piercing, blue, and somewhat familiar eyes.  

“why are you a criminal?” you shoot back, a ghost of a smirk gracing your face as you stare him down. he scoffs. 

“asked you first,” he responds cooly, taking his first sip of water from the glass you’d handed him. you sigh in defeat, and shrug your shoulders. 

“fuck it, I guess I’ll just tell you my life story while I’m at it, creep,” you say, and patchwork stifles a chuckle, eyes scanning you over. 

“i didn’t want to be a hero of any sorts til I was eleven,” you begin, eyes drifting to the plant nestled in the corner of the room behind patchwork. 

“why?” he responds fast— too fast for his liking, and you shake your head in amusement. 

“easy patchwork, I’m getting there,” you respond cooly, and his face blanks over. 

“i wanted to be in early quirk development. my younger brother struggled a bit at first when his quirk manifested, and he was always one degree away from blowing the house up. i worked for hours with him to help him control it a little bit. made me wanna explore it more,” you ramble, your voice trailing off as your eyes gleam, a hint of sadness coming to the surface. 

“then, the brother of my closest childhood friend died,” you say grimly, and it takes everything in patchwork to keep his composure. 

“i was pretty close with him too, and he was always babbling on about being better than his dad and all might, who by the way, the dad was a maaaajor asshole and super rude and aggressive. real shitbag,” you continue, and patchwork scoffs in amusement at your comment. 

“but, it was kind of inspiring at times. he worked really hard to control his quirk and control it well, and we were so young at the time. i could see how badly he wanted to just please his dad and do well for him. so, after he died and my best friend kinda crumpled, i thought maybe I could honor him by becoming a hero for him. carry his efforts on,” you say, biting your lip aa you trail off, a sigh leaving your lips. 

“i know it sounds goofy. I wouldn’t expect you to get it. but even though early quirk development could’ve been cool to, i felt so helpless when he died. there was nothing I could do to make fuyum— my best friend feel better,” you speak, stumbling over your words. you knew better than to name drop people in front of criminals, you had no idea what this man would do. 

“all I knew is I wanted to control my own narrative. can’t do shit to protect the people I love if I’m off helping kids,” you say, your voice taking on a softer edge. 

“so, I just started being proactive. studying hero’s with some similar explosion quirks and learning how to actually use my quirk and shit. when I got into UA, my parents were beyond proud. my shitty little brat of a brother even gave me my name,” you continue. 

“and what is it, your name,” patchwork says gruffly, and your eyes snap back to him. 

“ground zero,” you say softly, a small smile gracing your face. 

“anyways, worked my ass off at UA. interned with best jeanist, where I currently work now. did a study abroad in america, got hooked on American pop music. came back, interned with endeavor my third year, and then best jeanist offered me a full time job. climbed up the ranks, put away a shit down of criminals like you, I’m sure you get the gist,” you continue, looking at him, satisfied with your explanation. 

patchwork nods, somewhat satisfied with your answer. however, a part of it itches weirdly at his brain. 

“endeavor’s the current number two hero, no?” he says, trying to mask the anger in his tone with a nonchalant one. 

“yeah,” is all you offer, but patchwork presses on. 

“why him? I heard he can be an ass,” is all he says, and you hum in agreement. 

“yeah, but— oh well, fuck it, I feel like I’ve already divulged too much,” you grumble, and patchwork’s eyes look at you, amused. 

“endeavor’s my childhood best friend’s dad, okay? his son is the one who died, and I don’t know, it just seemed like the final stepping stone to intern for him,” you mumbled, fingers absentmindedly playing with the hem of your crewneck, as your eyes scanned your apartment. 

“he’s an ass but, I did kind of learn a lot and his wife is like super sweet so she invites me over for lunch once a month with their family. usually endeavor’s not there because there’s hella beef but like, you get it, hopefully?” you say, wincing at the end of your sentence, giving him a sheepish look. 

“sounds like you had a fat crush on the son,” is all patchwork responds with, and you deadpan. you reach out, and patchwork braces apprehensively. however instead of possibly sending an explosion his way. Instead, you playfully hit his arm, and annoyed look spreading across your face. 

“obviously I did not, I was just inspired and wanted to like respect his legacy or whatever,” you grumble, as you fold your arms over your chest.  

“anyways, they were  my neighbors too until my mom got pregnant with my brother so I just felt some weird sense of grown up obligation when I was eleven. i was a weird kid,” you continue, mumbling. 

“i’d be moved if I was a sap,” he offers, and you shoot him another annoyed look, lips pursing at his comment. 

“whatever, scarecrow,” you groan, pointing your head away from him. 

“i’m still hooked on the theory you just had a crush but, ignorance is bliss,” he says, amused at how annoyed you look. he props an elbow up on the armrest of the chair, resting his head against his fist. 

“GAH, I did NOT have a crush on him!” you say, exasperated, arms going up in frustration, as you glare a the patchwork criminal. your annoyed gaze shifts into something more mischievous, a smirk gracing your lips.

“okay, now you have to tell me why you’re a villain,” you say triumphantly, and dabi let’s out a chuckle. 

“nope,” he replies, and your face falls instantly.

“nope?” you echo, mouth slightly ajar. 

“I don’t have to tell you squat, wonder woman,” he says with a smirk, and a pout passes over your face. 

“guess this is what I get for letting a criminal range free in my room, offer him water, and bare my soul out to him,” you grumble with a huff.  

“maybe one day I’ll tell you,” patchwork says gruffly, and you sigh, shoulders falling in defeat. 

“do you at least have a name?” you ask. 

“dabi,” dabi replies, and your eyes are suddenly lost in thought, scanning the name in your brain, your eyes suddenly widen. 

“you’re with the league,” you say quietly, too softly for dabi’s liking. 

“yeah,” is all he can muster back. you blink slowly, realization washing over you as you realize who exactly is sitting in your living room. 

you hadn’t encountered many members of the league of villains, save for shigaraki and kuogiri at USJ. you knew they were highly intelligent and extremely dangerous, but you hadn’t encountered them much in your district you patrolled with jeanist. 

“look, if you promise not to burn my apartment down, and to not steal my shit, gods I can’t believe I’m saying this, you can stay here whenever. i know you’re going to anyways,” you say, not daring to look into his eyes. 

dabi tilted his head, confusion and surprise spilling over him. 

“on two conditions,” you continue, and dabi nods for you to continue. 

“one, no talking about hero or villain shit and two, you’re not allowed to try and get in my pants,” you say firmly, and dabi can’t help but laugh. 

“that shouldn’t be too hard, wonder woman,” he says smoothly, and you roll your eyes. 

“whatever, AND you have to cook sometimes,” you add on, and dabi gives you a confused look.

“if you’re gonna crash here you gotta pull your weight,” you say, and dabi shrugs in resignation.  

“you like gossip girl?” you ask.

“what’s gossip girl?” Dabi asks, and you give him his first genuine smile he’s seen in years. the one you used to flash him when you and fuyumi would play out in his backyard with him.  

“oh are you in for a treat!” you exclaim with a giggle, as you move to grab the remote, clicking the Netflix button. 

deep down, you both have no idea why the hell you’re letting him stay at your apartment right now. or why you even invited him to stay at your apartment whenever he wanted. 

but, something about him feels weirdly comfortable, familiar. and besides, he’d probably have tried to kill you by now if he came here to hurt you. so, why is he here? 

dabi hopes you’ll never ask him that question, as his eyes flicker to your console table below your tv, his eyes focusing on a dust photo of you and his siblings, and himself, from when you were super young. you can’t be any older than 8, and you’re smiling with glee at the camera. he even spots a baby shoto glued to your side, you’re helping him stand. fuyumi and natsuo are on the other side of shoto, and there he is, glued to your other side.

except his eyes aren’t on the camera. they’re on you. he never thought he’d see you again.  and here you sit before him, japan’s number eleven hero. and it’s all because of him. 

he silently hopes he won’t have to kill you. it’d be a shame if such a pretty thing went to waste. 

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03 - Nerd Alert

synopsis ! he’s an American football player by day and a passionate mathematician by night. She’s a well-rounded historian and writer who couldn’t evaluate a derivative to save her life. They lived in two different worlds but shared the same study room.

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cw ! no use of y/n, y/n is _____, fluff, slow burn, college au, ooc sukuna, f!reader, child abuse/neglect, alcohol abuse,

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Sukuna lived multiple lives. In a weird way, he was so many different people depending on his environment. When acting in almost every scenario, you lose yourself.

Deep down. Under all the layers Sukuna had created to protect himself, He was a nerd at heart. He enjoyed comics of Superheros fighting bad guys. It was what inspired him to workout and go to the gym. His favorite DC comic heros made him feel strong. Like he had a chance against the weird men that preyed on his mother or the ones that would get violent with her. His mom didn't give a rats ass about him. Then again she was too deep into her high to realize the situation she was in. More importantly, the position she put her son in.

Ryomen secretly played Five Nights at Freddy's with his elementary school friend Nanami. He couldn't take the bullying he would receive in school if they knew he loved comics, playing weird video games, scary movies, and math. He already had enough problems whenever he looked into his bank account or went to his house.

When he started football, Sukuna found a sport he loved and could hide behind. Why be seen as weird when he could be liked by most people? Slowly, Sukuna became the kid who would agree when others said math was hard and then miraculously got an A. He became the kid who said he didn't study the night before when his dark eye bags indicated he did.

He even stopped hanging out with friends like Nanami because he wanted to hang out with his cooler friends. Though he never wanted to seem like he cared for anything, he truly cared about his public image. He never wanted people to notice he was broke so he worked two jobs to afford clothes and an occasional haircut.

His heart dropped to his ass when he looked up from the essay you were helping him out with to see Toji wide-eyed and confused looking through the glass wall. He immediately burst into the room without your permission. "Dude, what are you doing here?" he questioned.

Sukuna froze. Nothing was coming out of his mouth. "We're studying. What are you doing here?" you echoed.

"I'm just doing some work. Deans are on my ass about getting my shit done to keep my scholarship."

In all the years that Sukuna had been friends with Toji, they did everything together. They rushed for their frat and got hazed together(Sukun ended up keeping the pink hair cus he 'lowkey fuck with it'). He opened up about his home situation and brought him to his place. Toji was the one who recommended he put his mother in rehab while he was away at college. After four years Sukuna was still mending his broken relationship with his mother.

He couldn't admit that he was good at school and cared about his grades. "Why don't you believe me? Ryomen's in three advanced math courses. He did all those problems on the board."

Sukuna stared directly at his laptop disassociating. He didn't know what to do or say. Here you were, very inconsiderately exposing him. "What d'you gotta say for yourself, bro?"

Sukuna looked up at Toji shocked to see him grinning widely. he visibly looked confused and Toji laughed. "I'm just playing with you I know you're smart as hell," Toji chuckled pulling out the chair across from the two of you.

"What?" he finally said.

"Dude, I'm your best friend. I suspected you were a nerd all the way in high school. You think I don't notice things? You have mad comics under your bed. You use a Nintendo too. If that's not enough proof, I know you play Zelda on it when you think everyone's asleep. There was also that time I needed to use your laptop and I accidentally saw your report card," he explained.

You were impressed by how close he and Ryomen were. It completely surprised you that Ryomen was a full-blown nerd and not just some jock that was good at math and wore his prescription glasses when he forgot contacts.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, visibly annoyed.

"It was fun watching you try to act cool and hide it," Toji shrugged.

Sukuna let out a groan and sunk into his chair with his head in his hands. "I hate you," he mumbled

"Love you too, bud," Toji smiled.

The three of you spent that evening studying. You and Sukuna yelled at Toji as he did his homework like angry adults who don't know how to parent.

The weekend finally arrived and you were in the football stadium with your friends cheering on the team. You were wearing some school merch and jeans. Your hair was in a messy bun matching Geto's as you took your seat with your arms full of snacks and drinks.

You put a bit more effort into your style and hair today, just for you to throw it into an updo and get ketchup all over your light-wash jeans.

During half-time, the team huddled and dispersed. Sukuna squeezed his water from his bottle while pouring some on his face and shaking his head to get it out of his hair. Droplets of sweat accompanied.

He looked around in the crowd and once his eyes met yours they stopped and his expression changed. It was unreadable but it changed. He scanned you and you waved. He didn't wave back, he just stared. When his coach called him over, he rejoined the group. You shrugged it off and continued to talk to your friends.

The second half of the game was phenomenal. The whole team was connected. Sukuna was making amazing plays and the team was scoring so much that you had to sit down and take a breather for, how much cheering you were doing.

When the clock ran out, you and your friends shot out of your seats happy to see your team had won. All the guys high-fived. But Sukuna turned around looking directly at you making eye-contact facial expression still unreadable but soft around the edges.

You mouthed a 'congrats' to him you were sure he caught before his team huddled around him.

"Don't think I didn't see the two of you eye fucking. Right in front of my salad, tsk tsk," Geto smiled looking ahead.

"Oh shut up," you rolled your eyes elbowing him.

"you like him~" he sang.

"As if."

You played things off cool, but the heat rising to your face and your bouncing leg told Geto everything he needed to know. You were crushing. Hard.

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Left Behind: Moments

Here is another chapter of the left behind series! Hope you all enjoy!

Left behind series

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Jake’s pov 

“So ummm…..I was told to vlog my day to day stuff. Guess to keep record of things I do and not lose my shit on this planet” Jake tells himself on camera. It has been a few hours since he woke up from his cryo sleep. His body ached, felt like a statue from not moving for 5 years. 

“This is year is 2154….those fuckers lied. It's been 7 years since I left Earth for this jungle gym crap. 7 years felt like nothing. My baby girl, probably in her preteen years right now. I wonder how she is doing. I wouldn't blame her if she hates me, no scratch that. She is incapable of hate. Maybe mad, yeah. But not hate. I want this mission to be done and over with.” 

Jake’s pov

“First day in my avatar…gotta say, it felt fucking amazing. I was able to breathe the native air! Best part, I can run! WOOHOOO! YES! Oh man, never in my life have I felt this amazing. Though I did get carried away. When I woke up in my new body, the excitement got to me. I ran almost all over the fields, the basketball court, the botanical gardens, it felt great. Almost got in trouble but grace was there to save my ass” 

“Still have to adjust to this body, grace is giving me a week to get used to it. I am not the only one though, there is a weird guy named Normal Spellman. Nerdy but otherwise cool. He is the one who studies alongside with tommy. Good pals I can only imagine. He just got his avatar too”

“I bet if my baby girl was here, she would be surprised. With everything really. Maybe a bit scared. Would enjoy it no doubt. Learn how this planet works. I cant help it. I wonder what she is doing. Is she making friends? Doing good in school? So many things. But I know the sooner I get this mission done, the sooner I get home to her” 

“Gotta rest now, got a big day tomorrow, this is Jake Sully, singing out” 

Jake’s pov 

“Colonel Quaritch, tough and kinda scary guy but he keeps people safe here. As safe as it can get on this planet. Met him in the brief meeting as a welcome home type of talk. But, weirdly enough, I admire him. He seems to know what he is doing and how to do it. Said he has a special mission for me, didn't say what yet but to expect a visit from him soon” 

“I can worry about that later. Tomorrow starts a new mission. Get samples from more remote areas of the forest. Norm was given a special task. Try to make a peaceful contact with the aliens here. Na’vi is what they are called. Grace gave me a brief on them. Some important figures too. Guess they have a system of rulers here. Like the old native tribes back on Earth. My missions is to guard and make sure grace and norm get what they need” 

“I will be honest, does not seem too bad. Was given the ok to shoot any possible threats. Practice with the guns, proud to say I have not lost my aim. It is getting late but I still have to do this. Does keep my mind busy, recalling the day’s events. I am starting to get into a routine” 

“After shutting off the camera, I look at the picture of me and my daughter. I would stare at it for a while until my eyes drop. See this? It was the day I won a little toy for her at an arcade. She was so happy. Not often was I able to give her something new. Hopefully the paychecks are getting funded for her needs. I bet she is getting nice, brand new things” 

“So many birthdays I missed. Im so sorry baby girl, but I promise, the second I go back, I will give you the biggest hug ever. Buy you all the gifts you could ever want, hell, if the pay is that good, get a better place. Maybe close to your favorite park that you like to play in. Better yet, go to the zoo like you always wanted. I know you will be much older but I dont care. You are my baby girl for life. Nothing is going to change that” 

“Guess now I better log off. Big day tomorrow, this is Jake Sully, signing off”

Jake’s pov 

“Things didn't go right during the mission and I was split up from grace and norm. A giant weird animal, thana-something called by grace, deadly, found us. Had his eyes on me, grace told me to run so I went the opposite direction of where those to were, to not get them in the crossfire. Seriously, that animal was huge, but I guess by some miracle, a bigger animal came into view. Like in those old nature documentaries, the two giants began to fight. Either way, I made a run for cause I know it was not going to end pretty” 

“I got lost along the way, had no idea where I was or how far I was from the crew. Took me sweet time though. Admiring the pretty sights that Pandora had to offer. Felt like a kid again. Everything was bright, colorful, alive. I can see why the RDA wants to use the resources here. Crazy to think that Earth was one like this. Green, healthy, breathing” 

“Of course somewhere along the way I lost myself even more, lost my gun. Had to make a spear then turn it into  a torch because night came. Now night time felt like a whole different world. Everything glowed, pretty almost neon colors illuminated the plats. Some small creatures also glowed. Sad that I couldn't appreciate it enough. Got attacked” 

“Freaking hyena looking animals, running in a pack. The fire helped create a distance as I ran but they were too many, though I was done for. My ass got saved by an unlikely person” 

Jake’s pov 

“Neytiri, princess of the Omatikaya clan. Scary lady but she saved me. Called me a baby, and told me that I have a strong heart. Stuff happened and next thing you know, I am in their home base. Word passed and neytiri was tasked to train me. Teach me their ways. I am where the RDA needs me to be. It is now only a matter of time. Give the Colonel what he wants, give grace what she wants. It is a win-win situation” 

“Still holding out on that little meeting Quaritch wants to have with me. Maybe it won't be that far, since now I am within the premise of the indigenous, I guess I need to collect more info” 

“A lot happened so to say. I gotta rest soon. If allowed, I can bring something from here, take it with me when I get back home. Pictures seem the best answer. Or something na’vi related. My little girl knows so little of what is being told about pandora. Or knew I should say. How old is she now….? Probably a preteen. Guess I dodged a bullet. I know pre-teen years are hell. No, I shouldn't say that” 

“Soon baby girl. The wait will be worth it. Like I promised. Training day begins tomorrow, so, with that, this is jake sully, signing out” 

Jake’s pov 

“I am part of the people. I am the son of the people and child of Eywa. Passing my iknimaya, taming my ikran, everything. I am na’vi. It feels unreal, hard to accept. Tsu’tey and I are brothers, wasn't that long ago he wanted to kill me, calling me ugly, but now we are at the same level” 

“They celebrated my rebirth. It was fantastic, neytiri made me dance even though I was terrible at it. The whole thing felt magical. Truly, I felt like I really belonged somewhere, being accepted. It felt nice. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, it did get better” 

“Surprise surprise, I am now mated to neytiri. She took me to the tree of voices, telling me of how sacred and precious it is, being able to connect to their ancestors. It was beautiful. Neytiri was beautiful, still is. Taking my breath away, and my availability” 

“I wouldn't change it for anything, she is someone I have come to love with all my heart. As cheesy as it sounds, it's true. Neytiri changed me, made me better, and I have no regrets”

Jake’s pov 

“They are starting to pressure us, more like me. The RDA really want the omatikaya gone, away from their home tree. Just because it houses the materials they want. It is not easy, none of it is easy. To tell them to leave, when it's been their home for thousands of years. According to Grace, I don't doubt her. This is their home, it is us who are the aliens” 

“They are not going to leave, nothing is going to change their minds. Worst yet, I know quaritch will do drastic things to get what he wants. I was an idiot to follow him, to believe him. What he will do, knowing his tactics, he will shed blood and bullets. I need to warn neytiri, mo’at, tsu’tey. Can't believe this is coming out of my mouth, but I pray to Eywa, that she guides me. What can I do to make sure things don't go downhill” 

“I came to make good money, to finish the mission given to me and be done with. Now, I am in a moral dilemma. I am stuck” 

Jake’s pov

“I am sorry. No amount of sorry’s that I say will ever be enough for anyone. Not to neytiri, not to eytukan, not to mo’at, tsu’tey grace, norm, anyone. It will never be enough. I brought this to them, it is only right that I help. War is coming, and soon. So many na’vi died when they destroyed their home tree. Many wounded, kids, infants, innocent lives” 

“Grace and I did our best to warn them, tell them to leave. Tsu’tey was adamant to fight, their weapons useless against the valkyries. In an instant, all was gone. I wanted to apologize to neytiri, she was furious, telling me I am not one of those people. She is right. Before anything more could be done, those damn bastards forced me to pull out. Pushed me in a tight closure” 

“Quaritch, a beast he is, heartless. Keeping me locked up yet outside of my cage he dangles the picture of my little girl. Telling me it's not too late to take his side if I ever want to go back to earth and see her again. Going on about how she will react to all of this. Her father rebelling against humanity. As much as I hate to admit…”

“He is right….I dont know if I will see her again. I hate to say….sacrifices have got to be made. I'm sorry, but I have to atone my sins. Like I said, no amount of sorry’s will be enough. Not even for my little girl, I am sorry baby girl, but daddy is not coming home”

Jake’s pov 

“We won. Quaritch is dead, and unfortunately, so is Grace and tsu’tey. Both sides lost many lives. Yet that is war, but we won. Humans are no more, many left, only few remained. Sworn their loyalty to the na’vi. Only they can stay. We made many sacrifices, I made many.  Many I dont regret, or will look back to. This is the beginning of a new chapter for me. There is nothing left to hold me back, not my past, not my memories.  I am at peace with what I did” 

“Neytiri is with a child, I am excited, I am going to be a father. I cant wait when they arrive, I will be there, welcoming my son or daughter into a new world of peace. First born, neytiri likes to say it over and over.  She is not wrong, our first child together in a new era of peace” 

“However there is still one thing left to do. A grand celebration is going to be held” 

“This I look forward to, many are coming together for it. It is my birthday after all, can't miss my own party. So, one last time. This is Jake Sully, the human, signing out. For good” 

Third pov

A young girl looks at the last vlog of her father, Jake Sully, eyes wide as she takes in what she just saw. This was a side she never knew, nor did she think it would be hidden.  

She clenches her hands into a fist tightly, gritting her teeth, her body shaking in fury. Hot tears streaming down her face, not knowing whether to cry in sadness or scream in anger. So many emotions mixed, creating a tornado in her mind. 

Hearing a door open behind her, she turns to glare at the man. 

“Why….” was all she could say before breaking down.

Aaaaaaaaaaand that is it for this chapter of the ongoing series! This one I chose to have only jake be the main point, his vlogs. See how his mind changes, perspective and what lead to the final choice. Trust me, this will come back for future chapters. So until next time! See ya!

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[blacksunemiku]

thinking about an arcane news station au…. it’s a small town news station so everyone kinda has to do a bit of everything. (also this is just me infodumping because i work at a news station LOL)

caitlyn as the new meteorologist who’s realizing her ivy league degree doesn’t warrant her a job at a big city news station. she really hates it here and vi is the sports anchor and they don’t like each other initially LMFAO. cait only sees this as a career opportunity to get the hell out of here and vi actually had an offer to do sports at a huge news station but declined it because this place is her hometown and she loves doing stuff for her local sports teams (fyi: they all suck, save for her old high school women’s basketball team). vi likes to get in caitlyn’s nerves but cait starts to like sports because of her. (“oh that was clearly a flag, what the hell are those refs thinking??” “caitlyn what the fuck did you just say”)

mel and jayce are the hot news anchors like that’s a given obviously

viktor as the show director that hates everyone and is always stressed but he holds it down alongside sevika the producer/sound engineer/does literally everything who also hates everyone (she’s kinda like creed from the office and just tells random ass stories about how she learned how to use a soundboard in juvie)

jinx is one of the studio engineers and she’s great at her job but you know… it’s jinx. she gotta be weird as shit. (“the keurig is broken aga–” “already working on it” “where the fuck did you come from” “the vents. also this thing need to be replaced” “the what”)

ekko is one of the journalists and he loves reporting on stupid shit around town. usually vander disproves of stuff like that but the locals LOVE his little stories. it’s actually front because he’s investing a huge corruption case around town and why does it look like his HR manager might be involved ???

vander is the department head and silco is the lone HR person i think. ambessa is the studio head but she’s like ava coleman from abbott elementary and does everything but work and flirts with the interns LMFAO but she’s like sevika and knows how to do everything but just chooses not to because she says she worked too hard to get to where she is now (half of the HR complaints are just from her)

[samoankpoper21]

Drunken Confession - Suna Rintarou

Summary: Suna's best friend is going on a date. How will he react?

Content warnings: cursing, suggestive smut, alcohol use...can't think of anything else

A/N: Y'all I have been stuck on Suna for quite some time now, it amplified more after reading this one fic where he's a tattoo artist who pines over his plus size friend and the way the author wrote him is exactly how I picture him and it was just truly a work of art aslkdfalkdsj I've posted the link so please check out their work!! So good! Anyway I decided to do a slight twist to my drunken confession series^^ this time it's you receiving the confession^^ As always reader is chubby!/poc! and switches between using the Kansai accent. Enjoy~!!

"I always thought you and Rintarou were gonna be a thing." You nearly spit out your water at your mom's declaration.

"What the hell mom."

"Whaaat I'm being serious. He's a nice boy. It drove your dad and I crazy watching you two dance around each other. To this day it's still driving us crazy! When are y'all gonna get together?" Chuckling you remind your mom, "Have you seen his exes? They're all skinnier than me and besides back in high school I mean I knew I looked good but I don't think he would've wanted to date someone who's way darker than him and heavier than him."

"Now you're just playin' stupid."

"Oh geez thanks mom."

"Your dad and I see the way he looked at you back then and now. He got a thing for you honey so why not pursue it?" You began to chew on your bottom lip. The thought of being with Suna has crossed your mind numerous of times. From the moment you two met in high school ungraciously - he approached you asking how much you weighed because you were now his motivation for his weight lifting pr - til now you found him attractive, even more so with the addition of his tattoos and piercings.

"I don't know ma, I literally came over here to vent to you about how boring my date was."

"You know how you could get over another man?" your dad quipped from his place on the couch in the living room.

"How dad?"

"Find another one."

"Really dad!"

"That's what he told your brother all the time." your mom say shaking her head. Rising from his seat from the couch your dad finally joined the both of you in the kitchen, one arm snaking around your mother's plump waist, the other grabbing a fresh blueberry muffin your mom just put out. "Babe those are hot!" your mom scolded him.

"Not as hot as you."

"Ew save the bedroom talk."

"Look dear," your mom continued trying to hide her blush. Years later you still found it endearing how enamored the two of them were with one another. "It doesn't hurt to try. Text him and say you're going on a date, see what his response is."

--

Throwing your keys in the cup you began gnawing at your lip. You hated lying to Suna and you knew he would throw a fit considering that Fridays are reserved for the both of you but you were dying to confirm you parent's - and possibly your - suspicions.

Y/N: Sunaroooooooouuuuuuu

Sunarouuu <3: what

Y/N: ugh a little less sass would be nice???!!!

Sunarouuu <3: wHAT

Y/N: -_- Y/N: whatevs Y/N: anyway I gotta date today asdfkjl

Sunarouuu <3: And you're telling me because...???

Y/N: You know I'd appreciate it if you were a bit more happy for me 😥 Y/N: anyway he's taking me out tonight at around 7ish

Sunarouuu <3: breh u know fridays r our days da fuck

Y/N: I know I know I'll make it up 2 u next week I swear 🙏🏾😭

Sunarouuu <3: yer lucky the boys wanted to hang out 2nite

Y/N: 🫶🏾

Suna groaned his fists covering his eyes. "Fucking shit."

"Uh oh," Aran asked. "What happened?"

"Looks like I'm drinkin' with ya tonight."

"Whaaat? Y/N finally dumped ya?"

"Shut the fuck up Miya." Kita rounded the corner smacking Atsumu behind the head, Osamu giving Kita a thumbs up. "Stop teasing Suna. What happened? What'd she say?"

"She got a date or some shit like that." Sighing Kita advised, "Why don't you tell her how you feel? How you've always felt."

"Because fuuuck it'll just mess up our whole dynamic."

"Doesn't hurt to try. You can't get mad at the situation if you haven't even tried to change it."

"I hate it when yer right." he grumbled.

"Anyway I'm about to head home."

"Aw come on Kita ya should drink with us. We're drinkin' to celebrate Suna's rejection." Just as quickly as those words left Atsumu's mouth he dodged his head from the object that flew towards him. Kita shook his head chuckling. "Unlike you guys I have someone to go home to."

"Yer not talkin' bout your stupid dog are ya?"

"Keep it up Tsumu and I'll let Suna kill you for real this time." Holding his hands up in mock surrender he laughed bidding Kita a good evening.

--

Suna slammed down the shot glass, his cheeks red his head spinning. "Maybe ya should slow down" Aran fretted. "You've been knocking back shot after shot."

"Ya don't understand."

"Here he goes again." Atsumu mumbled under his breath. Ignoring him Suna continued. "I really really like her."

"So why haven't ya told her?" Osamu asked.

"Dunno. Scared I guess."

"Of what? From what I see she's been holdin' back too ya know."

"Really?"

"Oi yer hopeless."

--

Groaning you awoke to a flurry of knocks and bangs at your apartment door. Picking up your phone you saw that it was nearing 3AM with a bunch of missed call and text notifications from Osamu, Aran and Suna. Frowning you trudged your way to the door swinging it open to see Osamu and a very drunk Suna with his head down, arm slung over Osamu. "Samu? Hi what-"

"Yer apartment was the closest to the bar and he wouldn't stop tellin' me to drop him here." Ushering Osamu to hand him over you chuckle, "I don't mind. Why'd he drink so much anyway?" Osamu stiffened at your question before replying, "I'll let him explain. Anyway thanks for takin' care of him. See ya later."

"Bye Samu and thanks!" Flicking the lights on you turned to admire how beautiful Suna looked in his drunken state: his cheeks painted a dark shade of red contrasting against his skin tone, his chapped lips, and yellow grayish eyes that abruptly shot open. "Y/N?"

"Samu dropped you off here, told him that you didn't want to go home." Groaning he quipped, "Didn't mean to ruin yer date."

"You didn't."

"I think ima head home." Frowning you scold, "Suna Rintarou, how the hell are you gonna go home in that state?"

"What if yer date sees-"

"There is no date sheesh just stay here."

"I don't wanna ruin-"

"Rin, I'm telling you to stay." Staring at you intently he reluctantly agreed. Helping him remove his shoes you drape his left arm over your much shorter shoulder, your right arm hooking itself around his waist. "Come on ya big lug let's get you to bed. Lord knows yer gonna have a massive hangover." Leading him to your bedroom you gently sit him on your bed, one hand hanging onto him, the other reaching for the water bottle on your nightstand. You giggled as you watched him sway to and fro with his eyes closed. Grabbing 4 ibuprofen you smashed them into small pieces dropping it into the water bottle praying that he doesn't choke or spit it out. "Rin," you gently shake him. "Rin."

"Hm?" his eyes slowly peeled open, he gulped taking in your black spaghetti strap that hugged your full breasts and tummy and the short pink shorts that stopped atop your thick melanated thighs. Stooping in front of him he blushed at the dirty thoughts running through his mind as you got on your knees. "I need you to drink this. Can you do that for me?" Exhaling slowly he looked at the bottle in your hand and grimaced. "Water?"

"If you don't hydrate yer gonna wake up with a really bad hangover. Come on Rin do it for me. Please?" Gulping again he could feel his face heating up at the position you were in: you peering up at him through your lashes, pleading, had his cock straining in his pants. If only you knew how much power you had over him. The word please, the way you uttered it would make him burn the world if it made you happy. "Fine." you smiled unscrewing the cap to the bottle bringing it to his lips. Maintaining eye contact with you he opened his mouth letting the cool stream of water slide down his throat, his adam's apple bobbing up and down. Once the water was finished you lay him down gently draping the covers over his much too tall frame. As you were about to head out he grabbed your wrist. "Where ya goin'?"

"I was gonna sleep on the couch."

"The fuck just sleep here."

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Surprised by his strength despite his inebriated state you squeaked when he pulled you to him, your head crashing into his chest. Letting out a sigh of relief Suna pulled you tighter into his embrace, his leg wrapping itself around you as he began petting your head. Blushing you wished you could act on your desire but knew otherwise. Clearing your throat you tentatively ask, "Rin?"

"Hm?"

"What happened? Why'd you drink so much today?"

"Cuz of yer stupid date."

"Wha-"

"I like you so much Y/N. Hell," he chuckles. "I think I'm in love with ya. Yer so smart and beyond beautiful but it's not just physical attraction with ya, I like yer whole being. I can't see you with anyone else so when ya told me ya had a date fuck I don't know my heart just really hurt ya know."

"You like me Rin?"

"Since I first saw you in high school." With tears in your eyes you peered up to see that he had fallen asleep.

--

Groaning awake Suna's eyes slowly peeled open taking in his surroundings. Oh it's Y/N's room. What a weird dream. Closing his eyes again he snuggled into your warmth inhaling your scent releasing a sigh of relief. This is probably one of the best dreams I've ever had with Y/N in it. I hope I can sleep a bit longer. It feels so real. Stiffening his eyes shot open when he felt you wriggle closer to his hard on. "Fuck," he hissed out trying to recollect last night's events; attempting to pry his arms from around you you whined scooting back closer to him, pulling his arms around you again. "Y/N," his morning voice caused you to internally shiver. "Hm?"

"Ya awake?" Slowly sitting up you lifted your arms above your head stretching letting out a yawn, Suna gulping at your erect nipples as you slowly began rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "Fuck I'm sorry I don't know what or how-"

"Rin-"

"Look I understand if ya hate me-"

"Rin-"

"Or don't wanna talk to me-"

"Rin.ta.rou."

"But if I made ya feel uncomfortable-"

"You've never made me feel uncomfortable. Not once, not ever." Silence cascaded around you both, both of you scared to break the moment. Inhaling deeply you gently ask, "What do you remember about last night?"

"Fuck I just remember we went to the bar, I drank way more than I shoulda and...now that I think about it I don't feel hung over." Chuckling you respond with, "I crushed 4 ibuprofen and put it in your water." Dramatically gasping, Suna clutching a hand over his heart he says, "You've drugged me? How bold of you Y/N."

"Thank you for making sure I don't wake up with a really bad hangover would've sufficed the fuck." A comfortable silence settled when you tentatively ask, hands fidgeting avoiding his gaze, "D-do you remember what you said? What we talked about?" Gawd Suna wanted to smack his head against the wall, hell he was even willing to let Atsumu do it too for the sake of remembering. Awkwardly chuckling you mutter, "Doesn't matter if ya don't remember. I mean you drank a lot anyway." His chest hurt at seeing you hurt trying to hide the pain by cracking jokes. He cuffed your wrist gently. "Y/N." Biting your lip willing yourself not to cry he gently cupped your chin angling your head to look at him. "Please tell me what we talked about."

"Nah I'll let you suffer. Real fucked up how I'm the only one that remembers."

"That's unfair, one of us wasn't in a clear state of mind."

"Touche." Taking a shaky deep breath you whisper, "Y-you told me you drank because of me b-but the truth is I didn't have a date last night. I only said that to confirm my parents' suspicions."

"Which is?"

"That you l-liked me. But it's okay! I understand if you don't!"

"Gawd yer stupid." Pulling you against him his head bent down slotting his lips against yours, the fit perfect. You whimpered when you felt his big hand slide underneath your tank top sliding up your back. Pulling back both of you gasping for air he leaned forward so that your foreheads were touching. "I've liked you since high school. I didn't wanna ruin what we had, what we built so I kept dating all these girls in hopes of trying to forget you but it didn't fucking work. I kept comparing them to you how their smiles never lit up likes yours, how they didn't like to read, how they weren't you and it wasn't until the boys called me out on it where I finally realized that I have fallen helplessly in love with you."

"Damn," you smirk. "You were down bad for me huh?"

"Shut up." he groaned before yanking your hair back exposing your neck pressing and sucking wet heated kisses along your neck. "I-I like you too." Pausing his ministrations he pulled back to look at you with warmth in his eyes. Mustering up more courage you continue with, "Hell I think I love you." Smiling you lean forward to capture his lips in a passionate kiss when you gently push against his chest, straddling him, his hands instinctively finding purchase on your plump hips, his fingers squeezing the chubby flesh. Quirking an eyebrow up he watched as you slowly lifted the tank top over your head, his eyes darkening. "Rin, let me make it up to you, for all our lost time."

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[lovebillyhargrove]

Part 2 of this where Steve's unhappy about the new guy, unhappy about the new guy's car and decides to ruffle his feathers a bit

***

Inhale .. exhale.

In .. out.

Smoking calms him down, always has. Thank fuck for cigarettes.

"I gotta find out who it is. And when I do, I'm gonna skin him alive."

That's got to be him. A girl going to all these lengths ..? Piling up snow all around and on top of a car? Losing her beauty sleep for that?

Nah, girls have other ways to drive a guy crazy. That's got to be a dude. A dead man walking cause Billy will fucking end him.

The latest pranks were pretty innocuous. A couple of moronic licence plates, nothing new, nothing too inventive. The damn prankster must have a collection of them at home, which he's showing off.

Having troubles with imagination? Lacking creativity?

Loser.

But then Billy found this plate screwed to the back of his car, and that was it. That was the last drop that turned him into a beast, thirsty for blood.

It kinda hurt his feelings. What, you can't even fathom Hargrove might actually have a couple of those?

Well, you know about his mom and his dad, the story's not special at all, but it's like the bastard took this very word right out of Neil's hate-spewing mouth. It felt like a low blow.

..

And that's why

Billy doesn't sleep at night anymore. Stays wide awake. Catches up on sleep during daytime when Neil's not at home. Parks the camaro so that he can keep an eye on it, out of his window. Can't really skip classes at school, also cause he doesn't want to let the guy feel he's being spied on. Hargrove's waiting for him to come to the car under the cover of darkness, hoping for good luck.

The universe doesn't let him down this time.

One night when he's sitting near his window in the dark, smoking and building his patience up,

Billy finally sees him.

Well well well, lookie what we got here.

He even stops breathing for a few seconds. Then lets out a quiet scoff.

Steve fucking Harrington — crouching, kneeling beside the camaro.

Of course. Of fucking course, how could Billy be so clueless, so blind ..? He didn't think the preppy prick was capable of something like that?

The fallen king. Pretty boy. The fucking babysitter for fuck's sake. So many faces. The night prowler, voilà.

Hargrove's squint is that of a predator.

Steve Harrington, in all his treacherous glory.

Billy has to fight the urge to deal with the motherfucker right then and there. Beat him up till his face is all bloody and he can't walk.

Hargrove's gripping his own thighs bruising himself, eyes glowing with fiery hatred in the inky blackness that surrounds him.

No.

***

If Steve's absolutely honest, he has run out of ideas lately. He knows the game's getting kinda old and lame but .. His brain just refuses to work that well. Especially when he sees Hargrove swaying his annoying ass around, cool as a damn cucumber, and girls following him around like he's hypnotized them. He's still the centre of everyone's attention, no matter what silly inscription Steve's scribbled on that stupidly hot car.

Maybe he should lay off with his little game, at least for a while, until inspiration hits, like it did back in autumn.

Steve finishes breakfast, glances at the clock. School time.

When he comes up to the beamer, his heart starts beating a little faster and blood rushes to his head.

There's black spray paint all over the hood and the windshield

I KNOW

..

Oh shit.

Shit shit shit!

Suddenly he hears the rapidly approaching car engine roar.

SHIT. That's the camaro's rumble. Harrington recognizes the sound in an instant.

The thunder is coming to get him.

Uh-oh. Guess he's gonna be late for school. Saving his ass seems of bigger importance at the moment.

Steve runs back to the house, in sheer panic, locks the door, draws the blinds on the kitchen window. What should he do ..!?

It's Hargrove alright. The psycho almost hits the beamer when he swerves into the driveway. There's nothing normal about the way Billy drives, he does it like a madman. Gets out of the car ..

With a bat.

Not hesitating a single second, swings it, smashing the BMW's left front light, then swings again — the driver's window follows, glass coming down like a sparkly waterfall.

"Come out, Harrington!" The voice sounds almost cordial. "Let's talk."

Yeah, talk. Okay, Steve absolutely didn't think it through when he started the whole thing. In his defence, he got carried away!!

"Come the fuck out, asshole. Let's see who's the mistake here after all." Drawls Hargrove.

Another swift swing, and the second window is down.

Crap, sharp pain stings Billy's elbow. He cuts himself on glass shards through his long sleeve with one careless movement. In all blinding fury he actually forgot to put his jacket on, it's on the front seat.

And yeah, Max had to get to school early today. The shitbird was pouting the whole evening yesterday when he told her

"Tomorrow morning be ready to leave half an hour early. I have to help Mr. McCarthy before the class starts."

The elbow is definitely bleeding, but Billy doesn't feel any pain.

Does he ever feel any pain anymore?

Hargrove leisurely leans on the beamer's side, takes out a pack of Marlboros, lights up

"So are you coming out or what, Harrington? I just wanna talk, no need to be afraid, amigo." The cigarette is irritatingly dangling between his stupid lips. "Let's have a friendly chit-chat, shall we?"

Circles the car like a vulture.

Bang.

There goes the third window.

Is Harrington fucking insane? Billy's going to ruin his fucking car. He has to crawl out of his hiding hole at some point.

He's there. He's right there, peeking out from behind the blinds.

Unbelievable.

"You know I'm not like .. a violent person, Steve. We can settle it like adults. I have receipts for changing the tyre and uh .. repainting the door. Well .. the moral damage that you have caused me is of course uh .. very serious. I wonder how you will pay me for that, but like I said .. I'm open for discussion."

Nah. The coward is not willing to have a constructive dialogue.

Billy swings the bat for the fourth time when all of a sudden the door of Harrington's house is flung wide open and he runs out holding his own bat,

Studded with sharp nails.

His wild eyes gushing horror

"HARGROVE, LOOK OUT !! BEHIND YOU !!"

***

Blood attracts them, don't you ever forget.

***

Wanted Billy to lure Steve to the quarry and almost throw him off the cliff but then went with this instead.

[restinslices]

Having Percy As A Brother

Don’t know why I was thinking about this. You’re a non demigod in this post btw. I haven’t read HOO yet so this is just PJO and general stuff

I love Percy as much as the next person but oh my damn

This kid is giving you a headache

I can imagine that all those monster fights end up affecting you

“Next time you fight a huge monster, don’t fight around my car!” “Oh yeah, I’ll be sure to ask them if we can fight in a field next time” “Don’t be sarcastic with me shitass. My car has a big dent in it!”

Obviously you’re worried about him, but with all the shit he gets into and survives, you’re not shaking in your boots

Sometimes Sally has to work in the morning which means you’re in charge of getting Percy up and ready for school

A terrible terrible fate

“Perseus! I’ve woken you up three times!” “I’m just resting my eyes”

Be fr-

Gotta check on that boy every five minutes. He just keeps falling asleep

Do I have any canon material to back this up? No. I just get a vibe

“If I come back in this room and you’re not up, it’s gonna be me and you. You think just because you survived a battle with Kronos, you can survive a battle with me? WRONG!”

Now realistically fighting you wouldn’t be a problem, but let’s ignore that-

I can see him accidentally putting his shirt for camp on, which obviously he can’t wear to school. Kinda gets a lil attitude when you tell him this because he’s so sleepy

“You got an attitude? I would hate for us both to have an attitude, now everybody’s day fucked up”

Yeah, you fuss at him a lot

But it’s not in a mean way

Siblings fuss. It happens. Percy knows you love him

“Here, I made you lunch” “Why?” “Because you’ll probably blow the school up and have to leave, so you won’t make it to lunch” “oh”

You help him when it comes to reading stuff in English

And you chill out with him after he has a nightmare - which is often

Ya’ll watch tv and talk about whatever. He probably doesn’t wanna talk much about his nightmares.

Percy has a whole cabin to himself and does NOT keep that shit clean, so I think that sometimes leaks into his home life

“Why does your room smell like a raccoon’s ass?” “Well it started once you walked in here” “Ha! You think you’re funny, you fish? Clean this room! This is not a camp!”

Oh yeah, the smart ass remarks are constant. He’s a little sarcastic asshole in the books and show (I forgot how he was in the movies)

It drives Sally insane because sometimes she can’t tell if you two are actually angry with each other or not

I feel like I can’t end this without mentioning Annabeth

Before they start dating, you liked to be an asshole and invite her over for dinner

You look over at Percy from time to time with the most devious look on your face

“Hey Percy, you were gonna pay for that dent in my car, right?” “No?” “Hm… Ann-” “I meant not right now! I need to save more money first” “Lovely”

He’s a victim of blackmailing

It’s a real shame when they get together finally. Now you have no leverage over him

Rip

Yeah idk why I wanted to write this, but here we are!

[mywaywardcupcake]

Bro I gotta know as a fellow Jounouchi enjoyer I must ask. What is your favorite bit about Jou

Everything. Literally everything. It's not an exaggeration that Jou is my favorite character of anything ever. What first pulled me to him as a kid was I LOVED how dedicated he was to his friends. Here was this hilarious guy and the first episode I watched he sacrifices himself to the graveyard to try to help his friends that are trapped (in a games/cards). Instantly pulled me in. Then getting into the manga and more into the show, Jou cares so deeply about others. His friends mean everything to him. He is truly the epitome of ride or die. He puts himself into harms way CONSTANTLY to save the people he loves. Or even just slightly cares about. For example, one of the best chapters in the entire series: The Wild Gang.

This chapter, I have read it 1000 times and I will read it at least 1000 times more. Jou rejoined the gang, these people that remind him of some of the darkest times in his life, because they threatened to hurt his classmates. And like yeah maybe he has fear they would specifically go after Yugi, Honda, and Anzu but like as far as we know it was all of his classmates. He did this to protect ALL OF THEM. Even though he's not the most popular, people find him annoying or an asshole. He wanted to protect them!

And then! They hurt Yugi! They hit him! And he would not let that slide! And he tried to take them on! He had to know that fighting all of them might have been a losing battle but he was not going to let them get away with it.

And that goes into my further love of Jou. His damn fighting spirit. The Wild Gang, the one inch chapters, the yoyo chapters. He is ALWAYS down to fight! ALWAYS! And I LIVE for those moments. Especially when it's in defense of the people he loves. And honestly that's what we see most of the fights about. He is defending someone he cares about. When he beats up Bandit Keith without even pulling his hands from his pockets! I love every single one of those moments. Every. Single. One.

And then his fighting spirit getting transferred into dueling! And how he uses all of that to stop beating the shit out of people (though listen if they would have just let him beat some people up as a treat during duels it would've been so great). And how his fighting spirit, even though he has no magical powers and is this "ordinary guy", brought him back from death!

Then of course, as stated earlier, he is hilarious. He makes jokes all the time, he makes light of situations. I love that he's ridiculous. I love that he has zero chill or patience half the time. I love that he has no shame whatsoever. Like he does things and says things without a second thought and as someone who went through the majority of their life with undiagnosed ADHD he was so damn relatable. Like boy was out here just no thoughts only action with anything and everything and like I felt that so much. Like the moment in the manga where Honda told him to sit down and wait when they were Death T and Jou sulked for like 2 seconds before he just went "Fuck This" and kicked a mercenary in the face. So great.

But to bring it back to making light of things. Like his ability to adapt is absolutely amazing. Jounouchi is this ordinary guy. Like this 90s pervy teenager that doesn't seem to have a care in the world with this HORRIBLE home life. His father is a drunk who throws beer bottles at him! That Jounouchi has to work JOBS (as in more than one) to support himself and his father when he could be kicked from school for having a job! He has a mother who ABANDONED HIM and took his sister, the person he cares most about in the entire world, when he was like 10!

And yet! He just keeps finding the best of it. Eh I'm stuck in this situation but fuck it I got friends. Like it's very similar to the boat to duelist kingdom moment. When they entered the boat they were told they all had to sleep on the ground in this one area. At first he and Yugi were so angry about it. But like within seconds he was talking with other duelists, trading with them and making the most of it. Yugi said something along the lines of his ability to adapt was amazing. But exactly that! Jou can't change the situation he's in but he CAN make the most of it. He can do the little things that bring him joy, bring him hope, until it can get better.

I guess the shortened answer would be, I like the fact that he is a light in the dark and he is choosing to be that light in the dark.

[renn-aissance]

Mom Plays BG3: Ep.6 - “It’s a Woof.”

It’s been a while! Work/School/Life… yeah.

Anyway! It’s a long one today, boys.

(So a little recap of what’s kinda going on with her character! She’s been going back and forth between the Goblin Camp and the Blighted Village. So, she went and talked to Priestess Gut, but when she tried to kill her in her office an entire fight broke out so she got overwhelmed and reloaded lol. So instead she explored more, killed Minthy, talked to Halsin, and used the Waypoint to get back to the village.)

Rundown:

Shart had mentioned Shar and my mom was like “I don’t have anything against Shar worshippers if that’s what you were afraid of.”

After that she asked me if Shar was evil.

Me: “Well… I mean I guess that kind of depends on how you see her? I guess? She’s like a goddess of pain and darkness.”

Mom: “Well that doesn’t sound good. Why does she follow her?”

Me: “You told her you were cool with it.”

Mom: “I was ignorant.”

I had been WAITING for her to go to the well and she finally clicked on it.

Sees she gets an advantage as a ranger on a nature check.

Mom: “I’m a ranger! I’ve got this! Oh god please let me got this…”

Me: *starts laughing when she chooses an intelligence check to investigate.*

Mom: “WHAT. My -1 intelligence!?”

Goes down the rope

PISSES ME OFF BECAUSE SHE TOTALLY ANNIHILATED ALL OF THE FUCKING SPIDERS WHEN IT TOOK ME SO MANY RELOADS THE FIRST TIME. AND NOT ONLY THAT- THE BIG ASS SPIDER DIDN’T EVEN HATCH THE BABY ONES!!

Then Lae’zel wants to talk 🙂

This is where I’m like “okay she’s gonna be like ‘what the hell kinda games are you playing.’”

Lae’zel: “I want to taste you.”

Mom: “Uh… okay.” (Clicks no thanks.)

Queen of gently letting someone down.

Whenever the characters climb onto crates she’s like “PARKOUR!”

Clicked on a body with money.

Mom: “Yayyy! I haven’t seen money in a while.”

Me: “Same.”

She went to the windmill, guys. I was so fucking excited.

Also she keeps using the brain worm even though she doesn’t trust it lol

Went to save Barcus and was looking around the windmill. I made her do a save real quick when I saw her heading to the levers.

LAUNCHES BARCUS INTO THE FUCKING SUN.

Mom: (First, horror. Then, losing her mind) “I guess I wound up teaching him how to fly better than that other guy.”

Mom: (reloads lol)

Goes back to the Goblin Camp and talks to those goblin kids. They tell her to kick the corpse and she cracks up that she has the option to. She kicks the corpse.

Talks to Crusher and tells him he should kiss her feet. She has ZERO charisma btw. And she needs to roll a 15.

Mom: (Weighing her options.)

Me: “You don’t have any rizz.”

Mom: “I know… I GOTTA DO IT!”

ROLLS A 16

Mom: “YEAAAH!”

Crusher kisses her feet.

Mom: “He didn’t even let me take off my shoes first.”

All of the goblins just like “ew Crusher licked toes!”

She explores some more and kind of makes a circle back to where she started.

Mom: “Oh yeah, I remember this. Yeah, they’re all really mean and they’re drunk.”

She ends up going back inside and killing Gut and those goblins. She picks up the tadpole and has that option to resist it and does resist it because she still doesn’t trust the Dream Visitor.

Astarion tells her that he would be more than happy to take it off her hands.

Mom: (turns to me, whispering like he can hear her) “You know I actually wouldn’t mind if he took it.”

IT HAPPENED. ASTARION TRIED TO BITE HER IN HER SLEEP.

Astarion: “Shit.”

Mom: *Laughing like crazy. Chooses the options that are like ‘why did you lie to me, I can’t believe it. Ultimately lets him drink from her. Stops him after the first round.*

Astarion: (FERAL) “That was amazing… [blah blah blah] I thought you might turn up with torches and pitchforks… though it looks like there might still be time.”

Shadowheart: “So he’s a vampire? I should have known judging from his pallor.”

Mom: “Did you not see his fangs this whole time?”

Goes to talk to Astarion after.

Mom: “Tell me about your history.”

Astarion: “Why do you insist on exhuming the past!?”

Mom: “Hey. Take it easy.”

After leaving camp, Shart has something to say.

Shart: “There’s… something that I would like to share with you…”

Mom: “What’s with all these secrets?!”

Shart: “I want to show you something.”

Mom: “I don’t like using the parasite.” (Still let’s Sharty bae into her brain.)

It’s the memory of Shart in the woods and she sees a wolf. We had just finished watching New Girl.

Mom:

Mom: “Her hair… was this her in her anime phase?”

She goes back to the Goblin Camp to take out Dror Ragzlin. She got a little stressed out during that fight lol.

Mom: (clicks on Gale’s quaterstaff) “Will this DO anything?? I don’t know, this guy’s pretty weak.”

Mom: “HOW DO YOU MISS! YOU’RE SO CLOSE!”

Me: “I mean… it tells you when you’re too close-“

Mom: “But why do I have a disadvantage? I CAN SEE HIM.”

(Enemy goes after Wyll)

Mom: “Get away from him!”

Me: “Yeah! Get away from her boyfriend!”

Mom: “YEAH!”

She beat all of them and then went to the prison to talk to Halsin. She passes by a rat.

Mom: “A rat! Astarion, your friend!”

Me: 😀

All in all was a pretty good chunk of playtime. For one of the play throughs we didn’t even set a timer and played til like midnight. She comes over and she’s like “are we gonna play tonight :D” and bought hot Cheetos because, and I quote, “we’re gamers.”

Oh, also she met Auntie Ethel, idr if I mentioned that before, but she hasn’t gone to save Mayrina yet. She started that quest but after Ethel went into her little cave my mom went straight back to the Goblin camp. Her reaction to Ethel’s real form was “ew.”

[fangirlstorycreator]

If it's not a bother can you please write a story about cobra kai terry, at the age he is now, but in a slightly different way? so, I love reading smut books about a young woman dating someone similar to her age, but when the dad of the boyfriend is introduced, there's a spark, and romance or smut happens!! I can just imagine old man terry seeing a younger woman who is off limits, but that just makes her that much more irresistible!! many thanks xXx

Absolutely anon, that's a good one, I'll definitely give it a go, I hope you enjoy 😊💚

Terry Silver X Reader

Contains: Strong language/swearing

Part 1/5

After finishing college and gaining your degree, you felt such pride and accomplishment. For years you wanted to better yourself, have a chance at a career, and now, you had exactly that. With you doing your courses in college, and your part time job, you were able to save some money, rent your own apartment then interview for a full time, better paying job. You were now a fully qualified level 5 kindergarten teacher, had your degree, were a manager of your own kindergarten, and had a great career ahead of you. You were so focused on your work during college, that you didn't have time for a boyfriend, nor did you really want one. But now that you had a little more freedom, you decided it wouldn't be so bad to try and get back out there. At the age of 27, you were out of college for nearly 5 months before you met Jack. He seemed nice, funny, sweet, chatty and looked kind of cute. You hung out at a bar with your friends the night you met him, he bought you a drink and talked with you for hours. Before you went home, you gave him your number, and now, the rest is history. A year later, you were 28 and he was 30, and your friends said you made a cute couple. Although, not every day was perfect, then again, isn't that normal for a relationship? You'd have your arguments, your disagreements, but most of the time, the issues were water under the bridge. But sometimes, he was just a completely dick! There was even more than once where you thought about leaving him, when it looked like he was flirting with some woman at a friends party or at the bar, but the women said he was just being friendly, and he wasn't trying it on with them. Still, that didn't stop you from keeping an eye on him when you were out. There was just this niggling feeling in your stomach when he would be like that around random women, hopefully that would go away, or he'd prove you wrong in time. One evening, you were cuddling on the sofa after having some takeout, watching a film called The Pyramid.

"So? There's some kind of creature in there with them?"

"I think so babe. I think it's supposed to resemble, or even be the Egyptian god Anubis"

"But Y/N, I thought Anubis was just some weird picture in history on those old walls?"

"Jack, did you learn anything about Ancient Egypt when you went to school?"

"Eh...define learn?"

"Let me guess, this was one of the lessons you bunked to go and smoke with your friends around the back of the school?"

"It might have been. But that shit was boring!"

"Well, maybe if you'd been there, you'd know a little more about this film"

"Nah, I'm not that bothered. I wanted to watch WWE anyway"

"I've told you already Jack, it's not on this time of night"

"(Childish huff) I wish it was. (His phone vibrates) Hm? The hell? Just a sec baby, I've gotta take this"

"You want me to pause the film?"

"Nah it's fine, I might be a while, go ahead"

He leaves to go answer the phone in the kitchen, and you carry on watching the film, but he took so long. You didn't want to disrupt him, whatever it was, it sounded important. You paused about 20 minutes before the film ended when he came back into the room, sitting beside you, looking slightly confused.

"Are you ok babe?"

"I think so"

"Who was on the phone?"

"That was Sally....you know my mum, the one who adopted me?"

"Of course, she's lovely. But what's wrong?"

"Well...it turns out...my biological dad managed to get in contact with the agency I was with as a kid.....and he wants to meet me"

"Oh my god! Babe that's big news! Are you gunna take some time to think to about if you wanna meet him?"

"No no, I don't need time. I'm gunna do it. Mum sent me his details, and I'm gunna call him tonight. I uh....I hope you don't mind me bailing on you, do you? This is just a big thing for me"

"Of course I don't mind babe, you do whatever you need to do. Take all the time you need, and text me when your ready to talk about it"

"Thanks Y/N. I'll see you later"

He stands up to leave, but as per usual, he doesn't kiss you goodbye, that was always a little pet peeve of yours, you always did it for him when you left. You turned on the sofa towards the door.

"Love you babe"

"Thanks. Night"

Closing the front door behind him, you sat there feeling deflated. In the last few months, Jack hadn't said he loved you back whenever you said it. In fact, Jack hadn't been very attentive to you recently either. He would say he felt tired if you wanted to get intimate, make up an excuse for being late to plans you'd made with him, and his kisses, they felt almost cold. But why? Was it this issue with his biological dad? Maybe this had been going on for a while and he just hadn't told you? You guessed that's what it was. Because if it wasnt, well...you needed to sit him down and have a serious talk with him. Because if he wasn't going to show you the same love and care you show him, then quite frankly, what's the point? That was the last you saw or heard from Jack for nearly 2 weeks, he hadn't replied to any messages you'd sent him, and hadn't returned any calls. It was as if he'd just disappeared. Finaly, after 3 weeks, he called you back.

"Hi Y/N"

"Hi babe, I've missed you. Why haven't you texted me back? Just one message to tell me your ok would've been fine"

"Yeh, but you didn't have to message me every day though"

"Jack, I literally messages you 5 times in 3 weeks, and called you twice. I didn't do it all day, every day. I knew you were going through some things, I just wanted to check on you"

"....I guess"

"So? Are you ok?"

"Yeh, I'm good. I've actually been in contact with my biological dad. We've met up in person and everything. Turns out he's actually not to bad, and he's rich!"

"Ok, so what if he's rich? Has he been able to explain why he wasn't there for you growing up? Or did he even know about you?"

"I don't really care about that, he's rich! And I'm his kid!"

"So?"

"So? Hello?! I'm his kid who he's never met growing up, he feels guilty about not being there, and now he can buy my love!"

"Babe, that's not the right thing to do, and you know it"

"So what? Isn't that what I deserve?"

"I think you deserve a father figure whose choosing to make up for his mistakes, money shouldn't be your goal hear"

"Eh I don't care. Anyway! I told him about you, and he wants us to have a meal out together. Isn't that cool? He wants to meet you!"

"Really? Are you happy with introducing me to your real dad?"

"Hell yeh! And! He said he'd pay for everything! So! Friday night, be ready at 6, I'll pick you up, wear something nice!"

"But babe-"

"No no! You have to come! Come on!?"

"Um....alright"

"Great!"

"Ok then....I love you"

"See you then!"

And just like that, he cut the phone off and left you sitting there, without even a goodbye. Was this Friday night even going to happen at this rate? You were seriously contemplating breaking things off with Jack, and it wouldn't be something you could do, straight after meeting his dad for the first time. Come Friday night, you'd talk to him, because something has to change. Eventually, it was Friday, and you had just finished doing your makeup for the evening out. Meeting a parent of your partner is always a little nerve racking, but you crossed your fingers in hopes that his dad was a nice guy. Actually? Jack hadn't even told you his name? That would be awkward, meeting someone without knowing their name. Taking a glance in the mirror, you looked amazing and ready to go, even wearing your favourite dress for the occasion.

A hurried knock came to the door. Upon opening it, in rushes Jack, excited with a beaming smile.

"Hey! You ready? I've booked an uber for us, oh man I can't wait! This restaurant is the nicest around!"

"Yeh...sounds good......do I look nice?"

"Huh? (Spins to look at you)"

"Do I look nice tonight?"

"Oh yeh! You look gorgeous!"

Oh thank god. You were hoping for an answer like this, because if it wasn't something positive, this evening could've gone a completely different direction.

"You always look gorgeous in that dress! Right! Lets go baby! The uber's hear"

He hurried you out of your apartment, eager to get to the restaurant. And yet, in the back of your mind, a little voice told you his comment about your look, wasn't quite true. What if he only said that to avoid a fight? Or to get exactly what he wants? To get you out of the apartment and meeting his dad? The rest of the evening will have to tell you if he's worth giving a chance. 20 minutes later, you and Jack were walking into the beautiful, and very expensively posh restaurant, with a fountain in the middle of the room, and high class people sat at their tables.

"I feel so out of place hear Jack. I'm not sure I can afford it hear"

"Ah don't worry about that baby! My dad will pay for everything!"

"Babe, that's not fair. I'll have to-"

"Ah! I see him! Come on"

Taking you by the hand, he guides you through the tables, and straight towards a private dining table, where an extremely tall, silver haired man stood to greet you both. Jack pulled him in for a hug first, then introduced you.

"Terry, this is my girlfriend Y/N. Y/N, this is my dad Terry Silver"

"Hello, it's nice to meet you Mr Silver"

You offer your hand, he takes it gently, placing a gentle kiss upon the back of your hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too Y/N. And please, call me Terry"

You all go to sit down, Jack sits first, not doing the gentlemanly thing of pulling out his girlfriend's chair first, you assumed that was what he was meant to do. Shrugging it off, you reach for your chair, only to be politely stopped by Terry, pulling your chair out for you instead.

"After you Y/N"

"Oh, thank you Terry"

"Your welcome. (Pushes you in and sits beside you and Jack) You know Jack, you real should pull out a lady's chair first before seating yourself"

"It's just a chair"

"It's not just a chair Jack. It's about etiquette, and being a gentleman to your lady"

"Eh, maybe next time. Anyway! What do you think of this place Y/N? Cool right?"

"It's beautiful"

Terry takes a sip of his water before Jack talks to him again.

"So dad, what do you think about Y/N huh? Hot right?"

"(Looks at you with a happy smile) I think you look beautiful this evening Y/N"

"Thank you Terry, that's very kind of you to say"

"Jack did tell me a little about you when we first met, but I'm afraid I don't know that much. Why don't you tell me about yourself?"

"Ok, what would you like to know?"

"How about your work? What do you do for a job?"

"Well actually, I've very recently just bought, and run my own kindergarten"

"Wow! That's amazing! You bought your own kindergarten? How did you do that?"

"Well, since I left secondary school, I've always loved being around children, and I wanted that to be a part of my career. So when I left school, i got a part time job in a kindergarten, trained to get my qualifications, and earned my degree. And now I've used much of my savings to run my own company"

"Oh my god, that's incredible Y/N, and such an accomplishment at such a young age. I'm sure your proud of yourself? Your friends and family must be. I certainly hope Jack hear took you out to celebrate when you did that?"

"I do feel proud, very much. It's just one of my dreams I hope to achieve. And Jack, well, we did kind of celebrate"

"Kind of?"

Jack interrupts you before you can tell Terry what you did.

"Yeh, well Y/N wanted to go to this cocktail bar in our local town, but I couldn't go"

"Oh? Why is that?"

"Eh, I got banned. Some stupid excuse involving some girl who thought I tried it on with her. So yeh, we just had a couple of beers at home instead"

Even relistening to this story made you feel a little low, you turned your face slightly away so they wouldn't see that it had effected you. But Terry knew. He saw your reaction, and he knew his son was starting to show his true colours in how he behaves around you and treats you.

"You know Jack, there are hundreds, no thousands of men out there who would beg for a woman like the one at this very table. I certainly hope you treat Y/N, at least every now and again? It sounds like she's worked hard, how come you didn't spoil her or take her somewhere else when she achieved this?"

Wow! That's very nice of Terry to be on your side in this. You half expected him to be just like Jack, but he seems to actually know how to behave, clearly Jack doesn't take after him.

"I couldn't be bothered to go out that night, that's all? And I didn't want to be by myself. Besides, Y/N didn't mind, did you baby?"

"Well, actually Jack-"

"Ah! The waiter's hear! Hi, I'll have a pint of beer. Dad? What would you like?"

"Good evening, I'll have an old fashioned please. And Y/N? What would you like?"

"May I have an appletini please?"

"Of course. I'll bring those over in a moment"

The waiter says nicely, walking back to the bar. You decide to try and find out more about Jack's dad, as he hadn't told you how he met him.

"So, Terry. If you don't mind me asking, how did you get in contact with Jack? He did tell me about his adoption when we first got together"

"Yes, the adoption. I won't lie to you, and neither have I lied to Jack...I wasn't aware he even existed until about a year ago. You see, as I've explained to Jack, I was not a good person in my younger years. I was cruel to many people, I drank, did coke, and was so power mad, that nothing and noone else was even a second thought to me. Years ago, I had a friend named John, and we created and built our own company, a dojo"

"A dojo? Are you you a sensei?"

"Yes I am! You know about karate?"

"A little, it's a hobby I wanted to take up years ago, but life got in the way. But I've always liked it"

"That's wonderful to hear, when I told Jack about my dojo, he asked if it was a a type of food (chuckle)"

"(Giggles) Jack, you thought a dojo was food?"

"Hey! It sounded like some kind of sushi or something!"

"Oh babe, your funny"

"Anyway, during that time of my life, me and John had an issue with one sensei, Miyagi. And let's just say, my dojo fell. After that, John disappeared, and he was my best friend, so without him or anyone else....I looked for any comfort I could find. And that's when I was a little....promiscuous...so to say. If a lovely lady wanted me, I'd spend the night with her...and I felt bad that I behaved like that. But I had no idea that one of those interactions, would result in me actually becoming a father. Jack's birth mother tracked me down, told me about him, and that's how we're all talking right now"

"Oh wow.....that's one hell of a story"

"Yes, it is. And I'm sure Jack has told you, he doesn't want contact with his birth mother?"

"Yes he did when we first met. I've always told Jack that he doesn't deserve a mother like that (takes Jack's hand) He told me about how nasty she was, and his choice to go no contact is something I completely support"

"Thanks baby"

"You know, it's lovely to see my son with such a wonderful and supportive girlfriend. When I found out about Jack, I hoped he was happy, and with someone like you in his life"

"Oh, thank you so much Terry, that's very sweet"

The waiter brought over the drinks, giving them to each of you, you all cheered together and took a sip.

"Let's take a look at the menu shall we? And don't worry you two, it's on me tonight"

"(Looks at the prices on the menu) Oh! Uh, that's very kind of you Terry, but this is quite expensive. I think I'll just pay for myself"

"Baby! My dad's offered to pay, don't be rude!"

"I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be rude babe, but you know I don't like it when people spend money on me"

Terry quirks his eyebrow.

"Y/N, if I've offended you I apologise"

"No no Terry, that's not it at all. It's just that growing up, and even these days, just a starter on this menu could pay a whole weeks worth of food shopping. I just, don't feel comfortable with that much being spent on me"

"I understand. I can tell you've worked hard in your life, that your the kind of woman who saves every penny, likes to earn her wage. But please, just for this evening, allow me to do this for you. I have more money than I can ask for, I could probably buy this entire restaurant and it wouldn't even make my bank balance slightly change. You've been a support to my son when I couldn't be....allow me to show you that I appreciate you taking care of him"

".....I.....I guess when you put it in that way....I can't really say no"

"Perfect. So please, order whatever you'd like"

That was incredibly generous of him, he put it so sweetly, it did still feel a little strange for you, but with that charming smile, how could you resist? You've got to say, his smile was.....beautiful....you can tell where Jack got his looks from. Wait-what?! Shut up Y/N! This is your boyfriend's dad! Stop it!

"Alright! I'm gunna get the steak! With the triple cooked fries too! What about you dad?"

"Definitely the blackened salmon, it's a favourite of mine. And you Y/N? Have you decided?"

You just cant help but feel uneasy while looking at the prices. Terry see this, but before he can say anything to help you, Jack speaks first.

"Why don't you go for the steak baby? Isn't that your favourite?"

"Uh, no Jack. It's chicken....I've told you that like a thousand times"

"Oh! I right yeh, I forgot. There's a char grilled chicken breast! Why don't you get that?"

"Uh......I think I'll just get the side salad. I'm not that hungry"

"But baby-"

"I'm having the side salad"

"But that's tiny! And it's the cheapest-"

"How are you having your steak cooked babe? Rare or medium?"

"My steak? Oh definitely well done!"

"(Terry splirts his drink a little while taking a sip) Well done?! Son, that's not how to treat a steak!"

"I like it that way! Anyway, I gotta use the bathroom. I'll be back"

He stood and went to the bathroom, now leaving you and Terry alone.

"I'd just like to say, it's a pleasure to meet you tonight, Y/N

"It's nice to meet you too. I didn't really know much about you to be honest. Jack told me he was going to call you when his mother called him, but other than that, all I've learned about you was this evening"

"You mean Jack hadn't told you anything about me? We started speaking 3 weeks ago, he hadn't spoken about what we've been doing?"

"Well, I tried to ask him about it, but he wouldn't really say anything...he was...a little distant...I assumed he wanted some privacy"

"There's distance, then there's no communication. Did you text him? Call him? Or was it face to face?"

".......I.......I'm not sure I should say"

"Y/N. Your an adult woman. Please don't feel bad about telling the truth"

"....Your right....sorry.........I.......I did text him....5 times in those 3 weeks, but he didn't respond. And I called twice...but again, no response. I assumed he was busy spending time with you"

"........I'm sorry? He hasn't spoken to you at all in the last 3 weeks? Has he even seen you?"

"Nope. Not once. In fact, the last time I saw him was the night he called you, and tonight was the first time since then. He was quite persistent on me meeting you"

"From the way you talk about how he's behaving, he's going the wrong way about trying to keep you in his life. A strong willed, determined woman like you won't put up with that, and may even look for someone better"

"....................."

"...Oh........Oh sweetheart....you've thought about it, haven't you?"

"What?! No! No, not at all!"

"........Y/N......it's ok"

"But-but I haven't! I swear! Your son's a good boyfriend!"

"...............No he isn't"

"...........I'm sorry?"

"Y/N......I've only been in Jack's life for a few weeks, but I've spent a lot of time with him...and I know the kind of man he is. Well, not man, more like boy. Man child almost"

"W-wait? Why are you saying this? I thought you were getting along well with him?"

"I am. Mostly. But over the years, I've been around a lot of people, and I can read everyone as easily as a book. Jack, despite him being my son, is selfish. And it's veeery obvious, he more interested in my money, rather than my time"

"I.....I don't know what to say to that"

"You don't have to say anything. Y/N......this evening, you've spoken proudly about your accomplishments. How hard you've worked and continue to work in having a career, and that's incredible. It takes an impressive amount of strength and determination to do what you've done, especially on your own. Take it from me, whose been a millionaire since I was in my late 20's, and I worked hard to earn that. This evening, you've shown that your a great catch, an independent, strong willed and beautiful young woman. And watching you with my son.....I do honestly wonder how he managed to land someone like you"

"But Terry.....Jack's your son"

"He is. But that doesn't mean I don't see what's going on infront of me. And don't worry, I won't tell him about this conversation. It's private between us. But please Y/N, if he's not treating you right, the way you deserve, don't take anyone else's thoughts or feelings into account, do what's best for you"

How? How is your boyfriend's long lost dad, better at talking to you, and knowing how to behave and treat a woman? Why couldn't Jack be like him?

"I.........I felt......a little awkward coming hear this evening Terry......I wasn't-"

"There was a part of you that wanted to end things, wasn't there? And meeting your boyfriend's dad would have made it that much harder?"

".....H...how did you know that?"

"I told you. I can read people"

You catch a glimpse of Jack coming back from the toilet, Terry takes that chance to say one more thing to you.

"Remember Y/N. Your a good woman. Do what's best for you, not Jack, not me, just you"

"Thank you Terry....I'll keep it in mind"

Wow, just wow. This man was an absolute gentleman.

"Ah! That's better. Hey baby, you and my dad get along while I was gone?"

"Yeh. I think we definitely did"

Terry gives you a wink, that goes by unnoticed by Jack.

"Alright, I'm starving! Shall we order? I'm ready for my steak! Your having one too right baby?"

"No Jack, I already told you remember? I'm having the side salad"

"Oh come on! Get something better!"

Terry clears his throat.

"Jack, she's said what she wants"

"But her choice is stupid!"

"Hey! Don't speak like that Jack! Now apologise to your lady"

"...Fine....sorry baby. Alright, why not get the chicken?"

"Because it's too expensive Jack. I've chosen the salad"

"Is that so you can loose a little weight or something? Cuz I wasn't gunna say, but lately you have kind of-"

"Jack......can I speak to you by the bar for a moment?"

"But why baby? We're all getting along and-"

"I said, the bar. Now."

"Uh? Ok? I'll be back in a sec dad"

As you lead Jack to the bar and out of earshot, Terry's eyebrow raised, he knew Jack was in trouble, and he hoped he was going to get an earfull.

"Jack! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"What?"

"First of all! Your not listening to me when I'm clearing telling you things at the table tonight. And second of all, did you real think you could get away with saying that last thing about me? I mean, who the fuck says that to their girlfriend? And infront of their dad no less! Is it so I can loose a little weight?! That's so rude!"

"I was just trying to point out that-"

"I swear to god Jack, you'd better not finish that sentence!"

"Oh-ok....look, lets just go back to the table alright? I'll behave"

"You know what Jack? I think I've had just about enough of this evening"

"Wait what?"

"If you want me to even think about messaging you tomorow, I suggest you go and see if there's an uber or a taxi outside"

"Baby, don't be like this"

"I've had enough tonight Jack. Please go see if there's anyone available while I say goodbye to your dad"

"Hmf. Fine. I won't be long"

He stomped away like a spoiled child towards the outside of the restaurant, you compose yourself and head back to the table where Terry sat, watching and waiting for your response.

"Terry, I'm very sorry with how this evening turned out, but I'm afraid I'm going to head on home. But I truly mean it when I say it was a genuine pleasure to meet you"

"It was a true pleasure to meet you too Y/N. (Stands up from chair and approaches you) I completely understand why you've decided to go home this evening, and please don't feel bad about it. It appears I'm going to have to teach Jack a few lessons in how to be a man. I'm sorry about him"

"Don't be. He makes his own choices. I....I really do hope I get to see you again. Your really nice and it's been lovely getting to know you"

"I feel the same way. (Kisses the back of your hand) If you and Jack are able to reconcile, I'd very much like it if you both come to my home next weekend. I'm hosting a BBQ and evening party in my beach house. I've invited many of my friends and work colleagues too, and your welcome to come"

"Thank you Terry, that's a lovely offer. I'll have a think about it and let you know. Oh, before I forget, hears the money for my drink-"

"That won't be necessary"

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive. In fact, the waiter is bringing something over for you as we speak"

At that moment, the waiter offers Terry a to-go box, that was still hot from it's contents, and hands it to you.

"I hope you don't mind. I asked the waiter to prepare a char grilled chicken to go for you. I know you only chose the salad because it was the cheapest thing, but a young woman like you who has been working hard, deserves a good meal"

"Terry, I don't know what to say"

"You don't have to say anything, that little smile is more than enough"

"Thank you Terry. That's very kind"

"Your welcome. (Sees Jack at the entrance) I hope you have a good night"

"(Hugs Terry) You too Terry. Goodnight"

Walking to Jack with a smile, Jack still looks a little down in the dumps.

"There's an uber outside"

"Good. Enjoy your night with your dad"

".....Baby-"

"Nope. We're not doing that. Goodnight Jack, I'll text you tomorrow"

And just like that, you slipped out of the restaurant and were on your way home in minutes. Jack on the other hand, sat back down to the table with Terry, with a face like thunder.

"How are you doing son?"

"I'm fine. She's probably just PMSing or something. She'll get over it"

"(Shakes his head) Jack, you are kidding me right?"

"What?!"

"Can't you see what's going on hear?"

"Yeh! She's being dramatic!"

"She's being honest! You know, I don't think you understand how much of a catch Y/N is. She's beautiful, polite, kind, strong willed, and she's shown you nothing but respect and support"

"Respect? She just left! How is that respecting me?!"

"It goes both ways Jack. You haven't listened to her this evening, and very nearly got your ass handed to you when you spoke about her choices of food, based on your own assumption of HER body! You don't talk to women like that! Let alone your own girlfriend. If your not careful Jack, and if you don't start treating her like your queen, someone else will do it instead"

"Pfft! No way, she loves me! I have Y/N in the palm of my hand! There's no way she'll go looking for something else"

"Be careful with what you say Jack, because it's very clear from how she's politely conducted herself this evening, with both you and me, that she's not going to tolerate this bullshit for much longer"

"Then what do I do? Get her some tampons or something?"

"(Hits his head in disbelief) Jesus fucking christ. Alright. We're going to order our food, and for the rest of the night, I'm going to teach you how to be a real gentleman to Y/N"

Once you got home, you turned off your phone, got changed into your pyjamas and sat infront of the TV watching Netflix and eating the beautifully cooked chicken from the restaurant. Hold shit it was good, so moist, tender, and the spice balance was perfection. The flavour still lingered in your mouth, even a few hours after eating it, absolutely sublime. That night, you slept soundly, dreaming about the many random things that happened during your day to day. And very bizarrely, one person popped into your dream, it was Terry. Why on earth was HE in your dream? And why, when you dreamt about him, was he sat in a jacuzzi, in the middle of a yacht? That was so weird! He was shirtless and everything!.......shirtless.....and wet......wow, those muscles-

"(Gasps!) What the fuck?!"

You ask yourself in a daze, sweat on your brown after waking up in the middle of the night.

"What the hell?! Why did I? How did I? Ugh, no! I need to get my mind off that!"

You grab the remote and stick something on the TV, which thankfully, distracted you enough to help you fall back asleep. But, the next morning, you still remembered. You remembered Terry in the jacuzzi....his wet chest.....and the feeling you had inbetween your legs when you were startled awake. Come on! Get it together woman! This was your boyfriend's dad for christ sake! Oh wait, your boyfriend! You forgot were going to message Jack today, it completely slipped your mind.

{Hi Jack}

{Hi baby. Did you sleep well? XX}

{I did, thanks for asking}

{Listen, I wanted to say sorry for last night. I was rude and you didn't deserve to be spoken to like that XX}

Wow. You weren't expecting that. You assumed he'd do his usual douchey thing and pretend nothing happened. But he's actually apologising?

{Thank you Jack. Yes, you were rude last night, but I'm glad you were able to recognize that}

{It was all thanks to my dad. He told me how much of a dick I was, and he spent the whole night explaining to me how I should be speaking to you. I'm sorry baby. And I'd like to take you out today XX}

{Really? Take me out where? x}

{How about that tapas place in town? Then maybe a walk around your favourite book shop? XX}

{That sounds lovely! Ok, let do that X}

{Great, I'll pick you up in 20. Love you XX}

{Love you too XX}

Oh my god! He actually said it back! At last! You thought this might have been the last straw with Jack, but it seems he's actually listened to Terry, and taken that information on board! Great! You really hoped this was the new Jack, the Jack who you first started dating, fingers crossed. You spent a wonderful day with him at the tapas restaurant and book shop, and even stayed over his house that night too. You both agreed to go to Terry's house on the weekend, both of you were really looking forward to it, and seeing Terry again. Unfortunately....it seemed Jack's little perfect boyfriend act was slowly dissipating. You went out to the book shop with him on Monday, things were going good until Wednesday, and now it was Friday, and you were sat feeling shitty once again on the end of your bed, trying to decide what to wear to the BBQ. Jack enters the room, not even giving you a second glance, trying to find a pair of shoes for himself.

"Come on Y/N! We need to hurry if we wanna make it to dad's expensive beach house!"

"Is that all you care about Jack? How expensive it is?"

"My dad's mega rich! Of course that's what I'm thinking about! I really hope he gives me a tour of the house, and maybe gives me one of his really expensive watches! Can you imagine how much money I'd get for one of those?!"

"Hang on, hang on. Are you saying that if your dad gave you a gift, you'd just sell it?"

"Yeh!"

"But what if it's a family heirloom? You can't do that Jack"

"Oh yes I can! He's rich after all! Now come on, hurry up!"

"But-"

"Just please hurry up!"

"Wait Jack. Which one will look nicer on me?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Which dress should I wear to the BBQ? The red or the blue? I'm not sure which-"

"Oh my god who cares?! It's just a stupid dress! Look, I'll be outside, just put something on. You look basic in all your clothes anyway"

Wha-? How..the hell..can he just say something like that? Just that little comment, made you feel like your chest was tightening up, and tears started to fall from your eyes. How can your boyfriend be like this with you? You'd never dream of saying something like that to him, it's hurt you deeply, you could never do that to him. That was enough. You'd put on a brave face tonight, but once it was over, you were going to end things with Jack once and for all. Your not going to take this bullshit anymore, you don't deserve this. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you see your sad little face, wiping your tears away. You wanted to look nice tonight, so you bury this pain down, and find the strength for a brave face. Calming down and putting on a little mascara, you then choose a dress. This one brings out the colour of your eyes, blue it is.

Jack never said a word about your outfit in the car on the way to Terry's house, or if you looked nice at all. He was just facing anything that wasn't you. You've seen this look before, it was the money look. Anytime he thought he was getting something expensive for free, or just handed cash, there were dollar signs in his eyes, just like now. It was very clear, you were not going to get a lot of attention from him tonight, and you already felt a little low about how you looked....hopefully....you could just stay out of the groups of chatting people this evening, keep out of the way, and wait till you can go home and hide your true feelings.

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STARCROSSED LOVERS

She sighed looking at him blood on his lip and streaked on the side of his face.

She touched him as he looked at her, her head turning to glare at the ring. As they walked in the back she turned, holding his face again gently in her hands. His lip was busted pretty good, it happened when Punk gave him the GTS.

“You’re gonna need stitches.” She muttered softly

“I’m ok.”

“You good?” They looked at Solo. Standing with T, Jacob and Bronson.

“I’m good.”

“He needs stitches.” She said looking at Solo.

“Aight go handle it.” She nodded taking his hand and pulling him away and down the hall to the trainer. She sat him down and grabbed something and cleaned up the side of his face. Gently pulling his lip down a tad seeing the cut not too bad but just enough he’d need a few stitches.

“My little nurse.”

“Shush it.” She looked up at the med team. “He’s gonna need stitches.” She said holding a gauze to his lip. His hands resting on her hips.

“Ok Tama let’s get you laid back and checked out.” He laid down on the medical table as she dabbed his lip. One of the staff checking him.

“Looks like a bit of a fat lip”

“Yeah it feels like a big ol fat lip.” He replied laughing.

“We’ll get you fixed up if you need to rinse your mouth out or somethin go ahead.”

“Nah I’m good.” They numbed his lip and she saw his nose twitch slightly in discomfort a silent indication he was in fact a little in pain. “go ahead.”

“We gotta let it kick in.” Sge said softly touching his head thumb brushing his hairline.

“Oh ok I’ll wait.” After a moment the put something over his face leaving his bottom lip out “hey is it cool if she does’it?” The trainer looked at her

“Um Tama she-“

“She was a nurse she can do it I promise.”

“I used to be but I can do it. You sure you want me to do this and not them they are the pros.” She asked looking at him moving the cover off his face.

“Yeah.” She put on gloves and took the stuff she needed from the team member before looking down at him,

“This might pinch a bit.”

“Babygirl just do it.” He replied. She sighed as she slowly started to work concentrating on what she was doing.

“What the fuck?”

“Shhh shut the hell up.” She sternly said not looking up. Knowing the guys had came in probably to check on him

“I didn’t know she couldn’t that” she heard Bronson say, his accent standing out.

“She used to be a nurse back in the day.” She concentrated and was done within ten minutes. She was actually kinda surprised with herself. She hadn’t done something like that in a long time. She had done nursing school while training back in the day so she’d have a plan B if wrestling ever failed or when she retired because even if she did make it which she had she knew it wouldn’t be forever, and she’d volunteered helping out during the pandemic making money while we were on lockdown because she was a stickler for saving and having a backup. Frugal as ever then again growing up broke as fuck and poor made you work your ass off to never experience that shit again.

“You did good Cami.” The other worker said looking at her and glancing over him.

“Thanks.” She took the cover off his face as he laid there.

“If it bleeds just use something to apply pressure.” She said as he looked from the medical team to her

“Ok”

“Your lips are very vascular-“ he sat up smirking

“Yeah I got those luscious lips.” He said laughing “they’re really luscious now.” He joked to the camera that had been in here “my wife is gonna love this” he got down laughing and then checked over the stitches looking at her “thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” She replied as she tossed the gloves and washed her hands feeling his eyes on her. After she was done she headed to change and get ready for the taping, they were taping an extra show so everyone could have off next week for the holiday but then heading straight to Canada for the pay per view. Jacob was scheduled to win the match against Jey so the new Bloodline had the advantage for the War Games match. After the show finally ended it was getting a bit late, they had good fans she’d give them that they stayed engaged for all that shit all those hours. They rode to the hotel Tama and her in the backseat where his hand touched her thigh making her look at him. “Stop.” She mouthed nodding her head towards the front to rows where the other were, his brother literally sitting in front of them. He leaned over whispering

“I’m coming to your room.”

“Tama.”

“Shh.” He held his finger to his lips. She sighed knowing arguing was useless. Getting to the hotel she parted from the guys going to her room. She took a shower washing off the makeup and relaxing the warm water soothing. She got ready for bed and was watching tv when there was a knock at the door. She sighed debating on ignoring it until it sounded a little harder and cause her to got up. She already knew who it was, late nights like this had been happening for a few months now. She opened it as he gently pushed her inside lips meeting hers before he pulled back grimacing in pain. His lip lightly bleeding. She sighed going and getting a washcloth and holding it to his lip

“Stupid, did ya forget you had stitches.”

“For a second yeah.”

“Does it hurt?”

“A little bit, I’m ok.”

“Ya know we shouldn’t be doing this.” She replied as he moved the rag pulling her into him kissing her neck “stop that.” She scolded

“Give me one good reason why baby.” He replied lowly nipping at her neck as she tried to not moan.

“You’re married that’s why.” He pulled back looking at her, the look in his eye unreadable. But what was he gonna argue she was right, this wasn’t right and they damn sure shouldn’t be doing it because if it was her and she was married and the man she married was rendezvousing with another woman; a coworker at that she’d be plotting his fucking murder.

“Man you know since I came home from Japan shit ain’t been right, me being around more we argue guess she was used to me barley there now I’m there every week. We good baby.”

“Tama I’m being serious this isn’t right.”

“What up with you tonight cause you ain’t complained before. You ain’t said nothing aside from the first night and we been doing this shit for four months”

“I, it don’t make it right you have a wife.”

“You the woman in front on me right now ain’t chu, and don’t act like you don’t like my dick pounding your guts every fucking night, the way you whimper, moan, cry out for more, the way your nails dig into my back while you’re crying out for daddy shaking in my arms as I make you cum over and over again.” His words were making her crack as he spoke. Right now she couldn’t stand his sexy ass because he was calling it all out and knew damn well she couldn’t deny it, his dick game was beyond amazing. She’d never had a man make her cum the way he could, from his tongue to his fingers to his dick. She couldn’t deny he was right; she’d be lying if she even tried.

“You have three kids.”

“Who are irrelevant to this moment and conversation.”

“Tama.”

“I swear to god I’m fixing bust my mouth back open shutting you up.”

“You can’t do that don’t rip them. You gotta chill. You shouldn’t really be talking so damn much, you need to keep it clean, no pressure no hot food or salty or spicy clean it carefully and rinse with warm ish water every time you eat and you gotta eat soft food tomorrow.”

“Ok nurse Cami.”

“I’m serious and because I know you strenuous activity and definitely no kissing or eating pussy til it’s better.”

“So I guess I’m just fucking you huh, that sucks I kinda like kissing you and I damn sure like the way you taste.”

“Tama.”

“Shh, stop being so moral suddenly you’ve been fucking me for months don’t get all remorseful now that shit was out the window four months ago.”

“I-“

“Shit I wanna kiss you and leave my mark all over you.” He pulled her to him

“Tama.”

“Camille.” He said back in the same tone. “I know you well enough, you can stand there being self righteous and say you don’t want me but I guarantee you’re dripping and wanting nothing more than my dick buried deep inside you.” Before she could retort he’d pulled her into his lap and reversed their position so he was on top of her. He peeled his shirt off tossing it as she let her eyes rake over his frame. Cocky little shit but fuck was he fine as hell. Caramel skin, toned defined abs, strong arms, the intricate tattoo adorning his right bicep. His handsome ass face, his thick plump lips even now looking kissable as hell, his dark eyes chocolate pools currently holding desire and the crowd feet lines by his eyes. He was breathtaking. “Tell me you don’t want me, tell me you don’t care, tell me to leave.” He challenged quietly, deep voice reverberating through his chest. His mouth twisting in a smirk as he spoke. “Exactly.” He said hands tugging and the small nightgown she had on. “You can’t because I’m right.” His fingers trailing up her thigh as goosebumps broke out over her skin. She gasped gripping his arm as his fingers brushed over her core moving the thing fabric to the side. “Just what I knew, wet as fuck.”

“Tama.”

“Shh, let me have you.” He sighed nudging her head with his own

“Tama.” She moaned out softly as his fingers curled deliciously into her gspot making her close her eyes, her legs opening ever slightly more as he further settled between her thighs, her back arching off the bed. She lightly rocked her hips moaning again as his thumb pressed into her clit rubbing circles in tune with his finger delving into her stringing her along. “Fuck.” Her stomach tightening as pleasure slowly washed over her leaving her whimpering against his neck as she kissed it nipping the spot that made him groan. Her eyes closed savoring the feeling knowing she was going to cum, eyes shooting open as he stopped right as she was teetering the precipice of ecstasy. “What the-“

“Nah baby you gonna cum on my dick.” He said popping his fingers in his mouth that dangerous tongue snaking out cleaning the long digits of her pleasure. He pulled the nightgown as she sat up letting him take it off. He then moved standing up as he tugged his pants open letting them and the black boxer briefs he wore hit the floor as he kicked them off, his hard cock springing free lighting moving and precum forming at the tip. She bit her lip eyes trailing from his dick up his smooth stomach, his chest, broad shoulders, plump lips and finally settling on his darkness currently filled with lust and slight cockiness. He crawled back up the bed pulling her legs around his waist as he lightly ran his hard cock over her center pulling a moan from her lips as he nudged her clit.

“Please.” She whimpered softly

“Please what?”

“Fuck me, please.” She pleaded head tossing back and her back arching as he did it again while one of his hands twisted and pulled her nipple with just the right pressure. “Tama.mmmm.” She moaned loudly as he slid inside her him uttering a soft grunt as her pussy contracted around his dick fluttering as he split her open delicately letting her adjust to his size. He always appreciated the way her pussy gripped his dick almost like she was specifically made to take his dick and his dick only, ecstasy he could dream about. He fucked into her a bit roughly calculated thrust mixed with an occasional twist in his hips as he grinded into her letting her feel every delicious inch of him inside her warm gushy walls. He angled his hips smirking into her neck as she gasped out letting him immediately know by the sound let alone the flutter her pussy made around his dick that he was stroking her got with excellent precision. “Tama.” She moaned hands sliding down his broad back gripping the small of his back in her hands nails leaving crescent shapes in their wake.

Tama felt her nipping at his neck kissing but making sure to not leave a mark. Always careful always mindful. He really wished he could smash his lips to hers swallow the moans she released liking feeling it as much as hearing it. Her tongue licking his pulse point had him choking out a groan

“Cami.” He growled in warning. She kept it up and she wouldn’t be walking tomorrow.

“Tama.” She moaned “I’m gonna cum.” His name sounded so good when she moaned it. A sound he wish he could tape a repeat although his mind repeated that sound and the look in her face more times than he’d care to admit. Many times picturing her face over the last few months if he was with his wife. Camille was a drug, his drug and like any addict he couldn’t get enough.

“Cum on my dick baby, fuck; so good.” He grunted hips slamming into hers wanting to feel her come undone around him. His ego soaring through the roof as she clung to him crying out in ecstasy as she came. His grip on her hips tightening as he worked towards his own orgasm knowing he’d make her cum one more time. He’d love to pull out bend her little ass over as make her grip the sheets while she screamed the walls down but he wouldn’t see her for days and he loved the feel of those long legs wrapped around him, her honey wheat colored skin and amber colored eyes a hypnosis of exotic sultriness. His pace fastening as he gripped her wrist in his hand holding her down she was coming close to breaking skin and leaving marks on his back, marks he wouldn’t be able to explain. “You love this don’t you, your mine.”

“Yes!”she cried out. His head bending to capture on of her nipples in his mouth his expert tongue twirling around it while he let his teeth gently tug the sensitive flesh as she whined. Every whimper and moan passenger lips turning him on. The tingling down his spine his balls tightening as he drew closer to his release.

“You look so fucking good. Cum for me baby, let me feel you again.”

“Ta-“ he silenced her with a kiss hissing out a low moan as he stilled against her, hot ropes of cum painting her gushy walls as she tightened around him body lightly shaking, him branding her as the came damn near together his chest thudding against her. The copper taste in his mouth letting him know he’d popped his stitches knowing she had blood on her and probably in her mouth now, slightly grossed but at the moment he couldn’t care she was getting too loud and she felt so good and he’d wanted to feel her lips on his. He pulled back slowly pulling out of her and rolling onto his back next to her. Both breathing heavy he turned his head as she slowly opened her eyes head turning to him. “You busted them.”

“I know I couldn’t help it.” He replied stroking her face. He liked she’d worry about him, she was caring. He watched as she got up going to grab a towel and she held the rag to his lip yet again. She turned the lamp on as he squinted an eye in displeasure at the brightness. Her fingers pulling his lip as she gently inspected the wound. “Is it bad.”

“No you got lucky but no more ok, you lucky it didn’t fully bust I don’t wanna have to de do them. Have a little restraint.” She scolded as he smirked. “Go rinse your mouth out.” He got up listening, not caring about his nakedness and embracing it. He made his way back to her pulling her into his arms as he relaxed.

“Get some sleep beautiful.” He responded gently kissing her head as to not hurt himself. His lip lokey on fire something he’d never admit. He pulled her to lay on him letting his fingers trail up and down her spine as they slowly drifted to sleep

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Reblog/comment with your favorite things in South Park *fanon media. Here's some of mine, pairing-related separated since some people don't really care for that, which is totally fine

Craig being partly Peruvian (derived from Pandemic I & II); either not Thomas's or Laura's biological son and half-siblings with Tricia. Also him just being tall asf; I think his dad is supposed to be taller than the average adult male character. Also Craig balding early in adulthood LOL

Plot twist villain Cartman in larger-scale-plot fics

Also, Cartman still earning God's wrath when he really, really deserves it

Kyle being the absolute fussiest little shit you've ever seen, at any age, for good reason usually. This is pretty canon, but still it's important to maintain

I think it's never directly put out there in canon besides Tweek's name being so terrible, but the Tweaks have definitely had Tweek and half the town on meth for years

Tweek being super artsy and those practices helping him relax; visual arts, music, sewing/crotchet, etc.

Clyde Donovan, the most sensitive crybaby football player of All Time

Quarterback Stan, regardless of high school/college/NFL level

It's so sad but longtime-alcoholic-since-10 Stan :( I still love him

Not sure when/where it became popular as it isn't too evident in canon, but the weird Craig and Kenny often being pothead frenemies thing? Idk when or why it started but it's pretty fun

Burnout yet extremely dependable Kenny working a ton in high school and often shooting for custody of his little sister Karen once of legal age. Also him being a scientific/mathematical genius but never applying it to prioritize Karen's comfort and safety instead. Also him being super clean given his family situation

Stan being the 5-in-1 body wash friend and Kyle being a major skin care girlie

When ppl draw them in the show's style and when they make them actually look like they're 9

Adaptation of the wackier canon events into a more realistic context like maintaining Butters's eye injury through other means, Kenny being gone for extended periods of time, Stan secretly taking in animals, still playing superheroes. I recently read an anger management counseling fic where Cartman bit off a guy's finger in an argument which I assumed was a Scott Tenorman Must Die reference

Pairing-related

Tweek being closer to the Tuckers than his own parents; his own house being tidier but the Tuckers' being much more of a home

Craig's been gay since 2007, Season 11 episode 8, "Le Petit Tourette." No straight reason for asking to do "the coolest kid in the world's" laundry. Has a type for twitchy dudes--Thomas from that same episode and then his relationship with Tweek

Cartman's demented-ass crush on Kyle; Kyman shipper or not, that kid's got bigass issues. I do not ship Kyman but Eric's got a fucked up little obsession with Kyle. Bro saved his family from deadly L.A. smug because he couldn't live happily without having Kyle there to constantly argue with

Stan being the one to be super down bad for Kyle yet also be the one with more issues in the relationship. I love Stan but dude has way too much of Randy in him, he's gotta be a pain in the ass

Only Kenny calling Butters "Leo," with most characters not recognizing his actual name being Leopold; being sort of popular as a secretive background relationship and Kenny being very protective