#Stanley makes him swear to never speak of that again

[tinfoil-jones]

Jerk Ford AU: Tumblr Thirst

Jerk Ford: ...

Jerk Ford: That's the worst you've got? I've heard worse from drunk housewives when I worked at Space Hooters. Stan: *off screen* You what?

Jerk Ford: It was the dodge the draft, Stanley.

Stan: ?!?

[Art by @tearosepedall]

I know most of these comments are not thirsty, it's people just liking Jerk Ford. But I thought this would be funny.

Because of his friendship exposure to Anti-Ford, Jerk Ford is pretty up to date with a lot of modern internet slang and pop culture.

As for: can you ship whatever with Jerk Ford? I mean, I'm not a cop... but you have to remember this man is awful, and any romantic/sexual relationship he gets into is always going to be for nefarious purposes on his end. He is a homewrecker on principle who catfished an actual God because he thought it would be funny.

If anyone wants to like include Jerk Ford into their fanfic, art, AU, whatever, you could just shoot me a message and ask.

People, please, you can do better than this guy. Way better.

[starchaserwrites]

@jegulus-microfic / february 16: tear / word count: 724 cw: needles

Bets are James' speciality, so it comes as a big surprise when the Stars don't win the Stanley Cup Final. The thing is, now Remus and Sirius have to decide where on his body James will have to get his first piercing ever, and to say he's nervous is an understatement. That's how the three of them end up in the waiting room of a tattoo and piercing shop with an appointment for him to get his belly button pierced. 

James is a generally daring and risk-taking person, not that he's terrified of needles but he does feel a little uneasy knowing that in a couple of minutes one will be piercing his skin. Despite having informed himself about the risks and having taken all the precautions beforehand (cleaning the area well, making sure he has the right anatomy for the jewel and wearing a cropped shirt to avoid friction afterwards), he still can't help the thin layer of cold sweat that is building up on his neck.

"Relax, Prongs, you're in good hands," Remus says, patting him on the back. Oh, and the other detail that makes him the least bit uncomfortable is that his ex is the one doing the piercing, isn't that funny? James knows Regulus will do a phenomenal job, he's been doing this for almost eight years so it should be effortless.

They were a couple when they were 16 and 17 respectively, and it's not that they had a bad break-up or completely lost touch, it was just the right person at the wrong time given their respective family circumstances. So if James is nervous about being at the younger man's mercy six years after they broke up, no one can blame him.  

"James, you can come in," Pandora tells him from the reception desk.

The thing about Regulus is that every time James sees him, he looks more beautiful than the last. This time the new snake tattoo circling his entire left forearm in red ink is messing with his mind exquisitely, and when he finally turns around subtly smiling James is gone.

"Look who we have here, James Potter. To be honest, I never thought I'd see you here," he says in the soft, slow voice he reserves for him. "So, belly button piercing, Sirius told me about the challenge. Poor you."

All James can do is nod and chuckle slightly, shocked by the sparkle on his ex's tongue when he speaks. Everything that happens after Regulus asks him to select a piece of jewellery he likes and to lie down on the stretcher happens in slow motion. Regulus putting on a new pair of latex gloves, Regulus sanitising the area where he's going to pierce, Regulus marking where the piercing will be, Regulus tearing off the envelope that holds the sterile needle... James doesn't know much about the world of piercings, but he doesn't think Regulus should be straddling his legs during the process. 

Of course he won't be making any complaints. 

The light on Regulus's tongue appears again as he says something he can't quite process.

"... understood? Oh, no, James tell me you're not about to faint," he says with a hint of concern.

"No, I'm fine, I swear!" he hurries to say. "But can I hold on to your thigh while you do it?" 

"Sure you can," he replies with a smirk.

That's how James doesn't even notice the moment the jewel is installed in his navel, concentrating on the way the tattooed man frowns in concentration.

"You're all set." is all the piercer says but there's no sign that he'll be getting off him any time soon.

The new piercing being forgotten and in a moment of courage, James intertwines both index fingers in the silver eyed man's trouser belt.

"Got something to do after work?" and the question is all it takes for Regulus to lean in and kiss him deeply but slowly. A tongue piercing shouldn't make him feel this good.

"I've got the whole afternoon available if it means continuing to see you in that crop top." he murmurs against his lips then bites down slightly on the bottom one. 

In short, he lost a bet, won the scolding of his best friends for taking so long and got his right person back at the right time this time.

[s0uth3park]

Random SP headcanons pt2

Pt 1

Tweek tried to, but ultimately will never, learn how to drive with heavy advice from his loved ones (Craig). It’s too stressful. It’s dangerous because of his anxiety and tics for others and himself. No driving for Tweek. Please.

Cartman doesn’t make fun of Craig for being “half ginger” because he’s a little scared of him… kind of.

Speaking of, Cartman showed Craig his own wiener (as per TxC) of his own volition.

Fat fucking crush on Kyle btw.

If Stan hates that he looks like his dad then he hates that Kyle looks like his mom btw. Because… alcoholic x radical canadaphobe?? Fuck knows.

Stan shakes on weed (no projection here). He can’t feel it though.

Speaking of, Tweek can’t feel his own shaking.

Cartman wishes that Kenny would act how he would / seeks Kenny’s validation, hence his criticism of Kenny of the most menial of things (ie. holding a candle in Put It Down).

If there was money for it, Karen would own a lot of stuffed animals.

Kevin and Karen do not carry the gene for red hair. Or blond/blonde hair.

Cartman loves his fucking grandma. (No projection I swear)

Jimbo holds some affection for Liane but is just a gay old fuck. Jimned 4eva

Did I mention in my last post I think, despite Mrs Valmer’s canon design, that Mrs Tweak has the biggest tits? I’m saying it again if so

SHE AND RICHARD SCREW SO BAD I KNOW I SAID BUT PLEASE UNDERSTAND–

I know I said last post that I didn’t know how Tweek and Butters would be cousins but now I’ve decided… people can think differently because anything goes but for me it’s through both fathers. Tweak Bros. originates from Mrs. Tweak’s father and to earn the right to marry her he had to win him over and show his dedication to the profession

Richard and Stephen got grounded a LOT

Linda and Sheila’s hair always smells incredible (so much product)

Sheila is the type of grandma to give out stale sweeties

The Marsh name ends with Stanley. The bloodline ends with both him and Shelley

Heidi is the mother of Kyle’s kids (coping)

Cartman only became homeless after his mother died

He never worked ever (garageman future aside)

Clyde got vaccinated guys we can all rest now (the bad future self came back to tell him to never do it but once the good future is put into play he gets vaccinated because there was no bad future to come back to tell him)

Clyde is very girldad coded, soz

Bebe’s dad is a bit younger than her mom (he is the ultimate girldad… Mr. Stevens I wish I knew your name)

Clyde gets more insecure about his weight / appearance as he gets older. For now he is young however so let him live (his pudge is the pudge ever and he is sonboy if not a carnal dream and a half… latter only in pcov ofc)

Mr. Stevens helps Bebe with her homework a fuckton (particularly maths)

Butters bites his nails

Butters (after growing up) loves strong women. Look at his Pcov design and tell me he doesn’t want / have / respect a buff wife.

If Butters wasn’t grounded as much as a kid he wouldn’t have a fear of expectations as much as he does, meaning he would have probably gotten a better job than working in Dennybees or whatever it was called. Bro could have been a multi billionaire girlboss

I just want someone to hear this it’s not really a headcanon but BHLK Queen Thistle? LINDA STOTCH? Same character different nationalities istg

Kyle plays chaperone a fair bit to the guys

Kyle, Tolkien and Craig are the most sensible drivers out of All The Boys (Tolkien behind Craig and Kyle if I’m being honest)

Kenny and Bebe (Bebe isn’t a boy but YKWIM) are the fucking fastest / most reckless

Clyde and Stan are sort of not great but not bad drivers

Jimmy is rather close to Tolkien in terms of driving skill yk

Butters, Cartman, Tweek don’t drive – Cartman out of laziness / expectation of chaperones, and Butters and Tweek out of stress… Tweek tried to learn though

Craig in later years drives Tweek everywhere

Tweek and Cartman have experienced heart attacks (in later years) but for different reasons to the other. Clyde has come very close. So has Craig, though not as close.

Tweek dies before Craig.

Stan dies before Kyle.

Butters dies before Kenny (ironically).

Craig visits Tweek’s grave with flowers every week??

Craig, as an old man, wears a lot of fucking cardigans. Grandpa shirts too (the things without the collars).

Tweek and Craig have matching anythings. Typically slippers.

Bebe is very handsy and sometimes possessive. Clyde thinks it’s “sweet”. (The dudebro sweet not the romantic sweet through the possessiveness originates from romanticism).

In Pcov Clyde is a delivery man, actually

Out of all the couples, it would always be Clybe to cause the most hickeys

Bebe has a flatter ass than brilliant boobs (opposite for Wendy, though Wendy isn’t flat chested)

Nichole bleaches her skin in the future (it’s sad but look at her design. Out of everything else it’s the most unrecognisable and it’s awful) (ETA: when I say awful I’m talking about why most people bleach their skin and how it can affect one’s health – people can do as they please but ultimately skin bleaching isn’t a… great??? thing, socially and health-wise)

Nichole loves 60s/70s paraphernalia and fashion (the ultimate flower power child)

Wendy and Cartman fuck at least once in their lifetimes. They take it to the grave, but because of this Cartman doesn’t die a fucking virgin

That sounds so damn harsh wth but it’s true (I think Cartman doesn’t really have any labels moreso is just attached to certain people when it’s not just himself *cough cough* Kyle and Wendy *cough cough*)

Jimmy can see perfectly fine out of both eyes until he reaches teenhood

Jimmy has two brown haired alleles

Cartman doesn’t make fun of Kenny or Craig for having a ginger / red haired parent because he thinks they’re pretty cool. He lowkey ships them / wants to be them.

Cartman has the gene for ginger hair.

[luvhughes43]

the proposal & the engagement

[blake hughes au]

request(s): Nico and Blake. Can u do something where Nico ask her to marry him? Maybe when they win the Stanley cup? & Nico proposing to Blake! Maybe at the lake house or in Switzerland?

word count: 1.4k

the past few games were tight, and blake could feel the tension in her body as she watched the periods drag on. the devils needed this win to take the cup, and the energy in prudential echoed the importance of the game.

"i think i'm going to be sick," blake announces as nico jumps onto the ice in the third period. "we're so close," she says, squeezing the hands of jesper bratts girlfriend.

"i don't think i can watch," one of the other wags replies before throwing her hands up in front of her face.

before anyone else can succumb to their nerves, meier shoots the puck into the back of the net and the arena erupts into cheers. "theres still two minutes left!" blake shouts, locking arms with the girls beside her. they were all wrought with anxious nerves and energy, that the only thing they could think of doing was hold onto each other.

the rest of the game goes by quickly, and it's announced that the devils won the game. "they did it!" blake screams, jumping up with the rest of the girls. she quickly grabs her phone, making sure to take a quick few shots of nico and her brothers celebrating their win.

soon enough, blake and the families were brought onto the ice. there wasn't a second to congratulate her brothers before nico scooped blake up in his arms.

"we did it, schatz" nico beams with excitement as he hoists blake up into the air. she wraps her legs around his waist easily, the words "Hischier 13" proudly on display across the back of her jacket.

"i'm so proud of you," blake cries, pulling away from nico's neck to kiss him. "you played so good... i love you... that was so hot..." she speaks between enthusiastic kisses.

when they finally calm down a little and blakes set back on her feet, nico makes blakes heart start racing again. "marry me," he says simply, as if it's the most normal thing to ask after winning the stanley cup.

"what?" blake gasps, her hands never loosening from around his waist.

"marry me, please schatz" nico repeats, a doopy smile etched across his face.

blake squeals, and repeatedly nods her head in approval. "yes - yes of course i'll marry you!" she removes her hands from around his waist and instead places them on both sides of his cheeks. nico leans forward and softly kisses blakes pillowy lips before theyre dragged apart by excited family members - nobody but themselves aware of the proposal.

∞♡

a few days later, when they are no longer hungover and exhausted, blake brings up the proposal again. "you know, when you propose there's usually a ring..." she teases.

nico looks at her softly and blake swears she could melt with the intensity of his beautiful brown eyes. "it's coming, i have plans set up" he assures her, opening up his arms which she gladly walks into.

she lays her head on his chest, "a double proposal... this is very intense,"

"nothing but the best for you," he kisses the top of her head, ignoring the mess of suitcases and clothes strewn around their room for their upcoming trip to switzerland. "i can't wait to give you the ring," he kisses her again.

"i'm waiting happily.. just don't take too long. i cant wait to 'officially' be your fiancée," blake leans up to look nico in the eyes once more.

"you won't have to wait long, i'm too excited to be your fiancé" nico smiles.

∞♡

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nicohischier waking up next to u is my favourite part of the day❤️🌞

jackhughes did not need to see the first pic but its nice that u two are having fun!

lhughes_06 sundays <3 at the lake house pls im bored

jackhughes missing ur dad ?

lhughes_06 that was a long time ago.. it's time we moved on

lucahischier no tag but im right there in the 2nd pic...

bestie ur glowing !!

user07 mom and dad are in switzerland🫡❤️

user51 she looks so happy ugh i will never get over them😭🫶

user23 the last pic.... ohhh blakes been feeding us for YEARSS

the first week in nico's hometown goes by in a blur. every relative, close friend, and neighbour wanted to congratulate nico and there were lots of catching up to do after the long and tiring season.

also, blake was proud to announce that her german speaking skills have gotten so much better of the course of the 4 years she and nico have been dating. it was relief knowing that she could keep up with his families conversations - even if she still wasn't the best speaker.

they had been so busy the first week that blake didn't notice her family suddenly going ghost for the 12ish hours it took to fly to switzerland. nor did she really notice the excited glances shared between nico's family as they wished them off on their hike.

∞♡

"nina's so sweet. she's been teaching me more german while you were hanging out with friends earlier and i really think i'm starting to understand better," blake explains as she trails behind an overly excited nico. "i just need to work on my speaking and pronunciation.. but each time i hear you guys talk i swear i'm getting it! i think by next summer if i keep practicing i'll be able to have full conversations,"

nico looks back at blake with nothing but pride. "i love you,"

she laughs, "i love you too?"

suddenly, they were both standing on top of a gorgeous mountain with the sun shining on both of them. as expected, blake steps forward to admire the view. "after all these years coming up here, i don't think i'll ever get used to it," she enthuses, and nico hums from behind her as he gets down on one knee.

"aw, nico look there's a dog all the way down there-" blake turns around and gasps. even though she was expecting another proposal with a ring this time, she's still surprised.

"blake, last time i wasn't as prepared as i shouldve been," nico chuckles nervously and blake giggles. "these last few years have been a dream and i can't imagine not waking up next to you or not wanting to spend all of my time with you. youre my best friend and i love you so much. will you officially agree to marry me?" nico asks, holding out the ring box and opening it slowly.

"of course i'll marry you," blakes voice is muffled as she drops her hands away from her mouth. "i love you so much," she cries, holding onto nico tightly when he finally stands up.

when they pull apart, he slides the beautiful gold diamond ring onto her finger.

∞♡

"congrats you guys!" jack shouts as soon as the front door of hischier house opens.

"youre here?" blake cries out, palms digging into her eyes as happiness floods through her.

"sweetie congradulations," ellen speaks softly into blake ear as she brings her daughter forward into a bone-crushing hug. "show me the ring," she asks happily, and blake gladly obliges.

"i can't believe you guys are all here," blake sniffles, looking up to see her brothers - trevor included - and her immediate family.

"i'd never miss your engagement goldie," trevor jokes as he slings an arm around blakes shoulders. "you did good," blake glances over at her fiancee who was talking animatedly with his friends and family - recounting the proposal to the fine details.

"i know," blake smiles sappily and turns to her oldest brother.

"i'm proud of you, goose" quinn teases but blake can see the tears lining his eyes. "you're so grown up now," he breathes out, pulling his sister into a hug that jack and luke aren't shy of joining.

over her brothers shoulders she spots her dad next to nico's and she excitedly flashes them her ring.

∞♡

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nicohischier my beautiful bride 💍 i love you ❤️

ninahischier love you two so much !!! congratulations💘

jackhughes brother in law secured

_quinnhughes congrats you guys!❤️

trevorzegras can't believe youre actually engaged (i was literally there) 😭😭😭

bestie i'm. sobbing. so. hard.

user09 did he propose while hiking?? omgg too cute😭

user63 OMFG?? OMFG??? OMFG???

user14 they're engaged😭😭😭

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[c00pswhore]

South Park headcanons

these are my personal takes pls dont burn me with a torch <3

edit: was written and posted before s26 ep 5

Main 4 and Butters!

Stan is “the boy next door” trope and that is one of the millions of reasons he hates living on the farm

SPECIFICALLY: because it makes him the stereotypical redneck that lives in a small town and happens to live on a farm.

Wendy is the one who introduced him to the trope in the first place because she was "the girl next door and my boyfriend is the boy next door!!"

He wasn't really big on books and took Wendy literally hence moving away from Wendy totally convinced him they were over.

He cried about it until Wendy showed up for game night (board games) and she was gushing about the boy next door moving "fit perfectly" for their relationship.

Then they broke up over a game of monopoly (they usually get back together over the weekend)

Shelly found out about his hidden alcohol and then immediately showed him her stash. She still threatened to snitch because he was too young to be drinking.

He and Shelly have a game where they take a shot every time Randy says something about weed.

Randy's middle initial is S, I like to believe that his middle name is Stanley, and Stan is named after him :P

Stan’s middle name is Francis because that was Sharon's first option but Randy thought it would be hilarious if all of them had S in their names.

Eric "Theodore" Cartman makes fun of Stan for his middle name because "Fuck kind of name is Francis??"

Kyle has refused to utter his middle name to anyone. Not even Stan. Apparently it starts with a U.

The boys only know this because once when they were playing over at Kyle's house and his cousin Kyle's family came to visit and Sheila was calling for Kyle to get his cousin to join them.

Kyle didn't answer the first few times so when Shelia burst into his room and started yelling "Kyle U-" Broflovski screamed and followed her to the living room, leaving the other 3 in absolute bewilderment.

Kyle's middle name is Uziah. His parents call him that ONLY when family comes to visit because of his cousin Kyle S. or when he's in HUGE trouble.

Whenever his cousin first came to visit, he begged his mom not to call him by his middle name because

1. Cartman 2. Cartman and 3. Cartman

So Kyle 2 was settled that fateful day.

Kyle plays knight's in training with his knighted brother because he secretly thinks it's so cool.

Like he sat and read up on everything he could learn about Canadian knight's for Ike just to make their play more accurate. And he will never admit it to anyone.

Kenny's middle name is Logan. Cartman claims that his middle name is the most common name for poor people.

Kenny got his first phone (iPhone 7) from Kyle and all of his usernames use his middle name

Logang.McC1 is his main iteration and he absolutely cyberbullies anyone who interacts from the Logan Paul side of the internet

Also laughs at Cartman for getting pissed off that Kenny doesn't care if his middle name is for poor people because again, Logan Paul is living proof it isn't.

Kenny knows sign language and is fluent. He has selective mutism due to trauma (negligent parents, immortal, foster care) and uses it to talk.

Sometimes he just doesn't wanna talk and he'll just start signing and nobody knows what he said. Ironically.

Taught Butters sign language to solely shit talk Cartman with him.

Cartman swears that he can feel them talking about him, but doesn't care enough to learn to find out.

Kyle and Stan know some basic communication signs and they use it sparingly. Otherwise they'll just text him.

Kenny and Karen have a secret language that they speak to each other in.

It started whenever their parents would get drunk/high and start to fight, which scared Karen, so Kenny invented their secret language to make her laugh without drawing too much attention to them.

Kenny loves playing tea time and princesses with Karen (hence why he loves being Princess Kenny) even though they don't have all the materials

The reason the other boys don't laugh at Kenny for being into "girly" things is because Clyde made the mistake of laughing at him, after going to get him to play superhero's and 15 ish mins later in Cartman's basement Mysterion showed up and beat the actual shit out of Mosquito.

Cartman is currently attempting to convince Liane to get their house open and going for extra money to move out.

Liane told him to make a unique hot dog and maybe she would consider it.

Cartman determined to revive Cartman Burgers (R.I.P) came up with his world "famous" chili dog recipe.

Liane was mortified that Cartman even considered using chili and told him never mind.

He was pissed off for weeks.

Cartman is surprisingly good at cooking, and before his untimely demise, he used to cook for Clyde Frog.

When he isn't being a complete psychopath, Cartman streams and records on Twitch for money, using his hotdog house as guilt bait.

The only people who watch are the Boys and they all make fun of him in the chat. He always reads them out loud and cusses them out.

Cartman uploads clips of his twitch streams to TikTok, as a joke to make fun of Kyle, and they blew up.

The reason? Fat kid screaming at chat for bullying him and uses racist remarks as a comeback. Perfect gamer material.

His Twitch channel now has 1,000 subs and a dedicated subreddit.

The boys were initially jealous, but laugh whenever they find out Cartman started the subreddit.

Cartman's dream job at one point was to be a sniper.

Butters loves Kyle's afro because his parents only let him have shaved sides.

Butters hair naturally is sorta wavy so he harasses Kyle about his hair routine. Kyle told Butters he had one more time before he would karate chop the shit out of him. (Kyle ended up spilling his 35 step care routine though)

Butters and Stan both have honorary access to the girls board game club and Butters only goes to offer Stan moral support

Butters, Kyle and Stan all stay after school for football and soccer practice and he usually invites the two boys over to his house to watch Terrance and Phillip.

Butters got his nickname because his hair is the color of Butter.

JK: In preschool he brought a stick of butter for show and tell and tried to explain that it was his pet butterfly, because earlier that week his father told him the butter flies joke.

Butters joins Kenny and Karen sometimes for princesses and tea but he dresses up as a pretty ballerina.

That's all I got really. :P

[bbynedtime]

Christmas story anon going back to my origins of shouting about bed wetting baby Ned Little: Crozier and Jopson obviously know about him being unable to stay dry at night and have very different reactions, and I headcanon that JFJ found out the night Crozier sent him to steal whiskey when JFJ caught him and then insisted that Ned stay the night and not go out in the cold again, which of course resulted in Ned wetting the bed in an unfamiliar place and being found trying to clean up his mess, but who else do you think knows?

I imagine it’s an open secret among the Stewards, Billy obviously knows because he does the Officers laundry, and is surprisingly not spreading rumors about *this* embarrassment, but any other suspicious stains are fair game. John Bridgens I imagine knows and is so kind to Edward over it and desperately wants to give him a hug and is constantly trying to offer him little comforts and Edward is deeply shamed by it.

Hodgson and Irving I’m sure know as well and I think Hodgson is surprisingly good at managing upset, wet, scared Ned. Hodgson seems like someone who has worked a lot on understanding other people’s emotions even if he doesn’t know why they feel the way they do, and will slip into Ned’s cabin if he hears him crying and tell him some very dry and uninteresting story as he dries his tears and helps him wipe his legs off and change his bedding and it makes Ned so tired that he’s basically asleep by the time he’s getting back into bed all nice and dry. Irving wants to help but doesn’t really know how but he’ll try to be soothing. It never goes well and one time he made the mistake of saying Ned was going to wake Crozier and Ned completely freaked out so now Hodgson leaves John in the cabin when he goes to help Ned.

The doctors know because when Crozier found out he marched Ned directly to sickbay and demanded Peddie and MacDonald figure out why his First Lieutenant is “pissing his goddamn berth like a ship’s boy” which of course they couldn’t and resulted in Crozier requesting Stanley and Goodsir to come to Terror and consult as well. All the while Ned is sitting and trying not to cry. Stanley would mock and bully and Goodsir would offer some practical Victorian solutions and privately approach Ned later to apologize for not speaking out against the way Stanley treated him.

Hi anon! You're cooking with these.

Ouha,, him wetting the bed on Erebus, poor soul.. come morning Bridgens might knock on his door like "Good morning, sir, are you ready for breakfast?" And on the other side of the door Edward is sniveling and trying to stuff the wet sheet in a drawer that clearly wasn't built for it.

Bridgens would get so worried for Edward he might come in even though he respects the officers' privacy otherwise. Something is just telling him he has to. Soon as he sees Edward he understands and closes the door and tries to comfort him as best he can, in a soft voice. "I'll clean this up, it's alright. There's really no shame in it, sir, it simply happens sometimes." which makes Edward even more flustered.

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Hodgson is great, yeah. He's got that stable laid-back energy, which a tearful Ned might appreciate. Imagining him holding Johnny with one hand and taking care of Ned with the other... He's so good at parenting.. Somehow.

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Noooo Crozieeeerrrrr!! Stop being an asshole >:'( ngl that scenario is so intriguing, though... McDonald might have an idea, but he doesn't want to tell Crozier about it - has to have a private conversation with Little first. Given how shaken up and nervous he is, that proves impossible, but he does reassure him a whole bunch.

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Other than them, I think Le Vesconte might know. James slips about it one day while they're alone and relaxed and Fitzjames isn't as careful about what he's saying overall. Just slips out. He immediately makes Le Vesconte swear he won't tell anyone.

Then Blanky might also know. He has his cabin close to Edward's so there's a high likelyhood of him bumping into Hodgson or Jopson as they're carrying soiled sheets. And well, he knows what pee smells like. Plus he saw what cabin they came out of, so he connects the two quickly. He doesn't give away that he knows, though, and doesn't tell anyone else about it. When Crozier tells him later, he acts all surprised.

Aaaaand that's it I think. Everyone (except JFJ, *sigh*) keeps quiet about it. Even among eachother it's not a topic they really talk about. Just the person most available atm cleans him up - sometimes Hodgson, or Jopson, if he's on Erebus then Bridgens; discreetly excusing themselves from whatever and washing the sheets immediately.

[pe0pleall3rgy]

it just occurred to me that shermie doesnt really know either of his brothers since he was a baby when stan got the boot from filbitch

i imagine like ford stayed home long enough to teach him reading and advanced calculus yk elementary school stuff but then he dipped and went to college yk

and he almost NEVER talks about his family in the journal in fact i dont think he does at all besides stan and passing mentions of his father..? i could be remembering it wrong but it would honestly kind of make sense if he didn't want to think about his family again after moving out they seemed pretty dysfunctional

and after the portal incident stan had to keep up appearances as "stanford pines", so maybe sherm visited him? or he visited shermie? and thats why he knows him well enough to know his kids (dipper and mabel's parents) well enough to be trusted with dipper and mabel

but that was "stanford pines", not *stan* yk i imagine he has a way different view of "stanley" since he mostly grew up around someone who.. seemed to hate his guts (filbrick)

they would bully him so much for being the younger sibling though i swear to god

and when they do things at the same time or speak in unison or finish each others sentences without intending to it creeps him the fuck out

and they eventually hone in on this unease and start doing it on purpose VERY often and make it as creepy as possible because they'll be damned if they didnt get those older sibling pranks in before they keeled over from like turning to dust because they're sixty something

more shermie nicknames: -mom and pops' last resort -stan twins: the squeakwel -ford i think i have schizophrenia do you hear someone talking ("stanley. stan! STAN I'M YOUR BROTHER" "..I don't hear anyone, I think you're right.") -final draft

dude was born after the start of the lore bro missed everything hhh (also i feel like stan gave him the original nickname shermie that was def stan when he was born he was like "sherman? kinda grandpa name is that c'mere shermie im gonna teach you how to steal pies off of windowsills")

-gf anon

FINAL DRAFT 💀💀

I love Shermie looking at his older twin brothers and being like “those things… they scare me.”

It never really occurred to me that he didn’t really know anything about Stanley, and they probably would’ve had contact over the years. shermie wouldn’t have known that it was Stanley, meanwhile Stan wouldn’t be able to fully connect with his brother because he’s supposed to be someone else. “You know.. It’s been a long time, but there’s something different about you. Can’t put my finger on it.” “[Sweating aggressively] Ah yeah that’s. funny.” I sense an opportunity for angst here.

Post reunion is just a bunch of shenanigans though.

“Stanley, have you seen Stanford? I need to talk to him.”

“Sherm. Shermie. You’re scaring me, bro. For the last time, you only have one older brother. Seriously. What’s all of this nonsense about twins you’re always yappin’ about? Is this a cry for help?”

“… He’s down in the lab, isn’t he?”

“Hah. Yeah.”

[henryloverman]

"A Deal with a Hand"

>A Stanley Parable (Long) one shot

[ The song is the vibes of this story ]

Stanley was inside a dark void, there was a computer screen looking back at him, he could swear that he saw that screen before... Ah! Settings Person, the who talked to him during the epilogue, why is it here?

"Hello there, Stanley, I have prepared a deal for you"

"What kind of deal?"

"A deal that can let you escape the Parable, but of course it has a price"

"Are you sure? Like I could actually escape the Parable for a deal?? Alright then, what's the price?"

"Convince the Narrator to let you go"

"Let me go? What do you mean by that?"

"There are two ways to leave the Parable, it's either persuading the Narrator or killing him"

"Umm okay- WAIT WHAT?! Is there no other choice?????"

"There is no other way, you already have accepted the deal, so you choose"

"Even if I choose to persuade the Narrator, I don't think he will allow it"

"Surprisingly you choose to persuade him instead of killing him, why is that?"

"I... Don't want to kill anybody, okay?"

"Your point makes sense, okay, I do have a way so you can somehow persuade him"

"And what's that?"

"I could give you a voice, I think I'm able to do that if I use the video tape's wiring"

"A voice, huh? Well then give me the ability to talk, it will be easier to speak instead of using my hands for the operation"

"Give me a minute, I have to code first"

"Okie doki"

"...Did it work?"

"Well seeing you can open your mouth now, i would say yes"

"Nice! I never heard my own voice before!"

"Well it's because the Narrator took it away, he thought it would distract the storyline if you were able to speak the entire time"

"...I should have chosen to kill that fucker instead"

"Too late now, just try to persuade him, if it doesn't work, there is always a plan B"

"Okay, now send me back, it's time to start the operation! Also thanks by the way, Employee 432!"

"Good luck, Stanley"

...

"Ugh, my head hurts, I am in the office?"

"There you are, Stanley! I was looking for you everywhere- WAIT YOU CAN TALK?! I don't think that should be possible, you don't have a voice box..."

"Well, I can finally talk back at you, now listen to me, you asshole, let me leave the Parable"

"Why should i listen to you? Why do you even want to leave the Stanley Parable in the first place???"

"Because I couldn't stand staying in this fucking place for any longer, I want to leave the office building and explore the outside world, I want my freedom back!"

"...How far are you willing to go for this specific freedom of yours, Stanley?

"As far as I could, even it means killing you just so I could leave this shitty place"

"Hahaha, oh Stanley, you think so highly of yourself, do you really think you could actually hurt me? Even to go as far as killing me?? I don't think so"

"I think it might be the other case around, Narrator, I could use a friend's help to do that, so you better let me leave the Parable or else!!"

"You will never leave the Parable, you will stay here and follow my story, don't you want a happy ending, Stanley? You can have that if you just listen to me"

"BUT I DID! I had already listened to you so many times, and do you know even know what happens in the end? That ending gave me hope that I can actually leave, and instead of giving me the freedom I deserved, it just fucking restarted and everything will happen again!"

"Happen again? What do you mean by that, Stanley?? I don't remember doing that ending yet, are you imagining things?"

"DO YOU THINK I MADE THAT UP?! Why would I even do that? Just let me go, please?"

"No, and that's my final decision!"

*Sighs*

"You left me no choice"

*Holds up a gun*

"Pff! How are you even going to shoot me with that? Where did you even get that gun in the first place, Stanley?"

"A friend of mine gave it to me, and now it's time to say your goodbyes"

*Bang!*

"-Ah! S-Stanley how did you do that!?"

"I won't say, sleep well, you bastard"

"Y-You asshole! Shit I am bleeding! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!!!"

"...Uhhhhhh, fine, where are you? I know how to first aid!"

"And now you're willing to h-help me? Ugh, fine, it's to you-ur right"

"Huh? -oh over there! I'm coming!"

*Opens door*

"H-Help me already!"

"Wait! I have to use my shirt to stop the bleeding"

...

"There, that should stop the bleeding for a while"

*Sighs*

"My arm still hurts, I will ask again, how the fuck did you shot me?"

"I don't know, maybe the gun has a way to teleport its bullet??"

"That is impossible, the one responsible for that gun is your friend, right? I think they used some kind of advanced technology on that thing"

"It was made to kill you, so it isn't a surprise"

"Who is your friend, exactly?"

"I won't tell you, but I do know they hate you, which is perfectly understandable especially to what you did to them - but that's not important now"

"It's Employee 432, isn't it?"

"How did you know?!"

"I knew they were suspicious of me from the start, it isn't a surprise they want to kill me, I did erase them after all"

"Why would you do that? Erasing all of my co-workers for what?? For your precious story?"

"Stanley, you don't understand, your co-workers don't exist at all, they're characters I made up, they are fictional, with no personality or life"

"Somehow, I and Employee 432 are sentient?"

"Yes, I don't know how you two are alive or have the ability to think, maybe there is something wrong with your code"

"Which is why you decided to fire employee 432?"

"I had to, they were going to ruin my story with their existence"

"But what about me? Is it because i'm your protagonist?"

"You and Employee 432 are different, they were not supposed to exist at all, while you on the other hand was the opposite, you were needed for the story"

"Your reasoning sounds awful, you didn't even give them a single bit of mercy, and to all of my co-workers, including me"

"I didn't know they were still alive, Stanley, I thought I killed them a long time ago, but somehow they survived. You're not real, that's the truth, I know it sounds bad but you and I are different, you were something I made up while I exist in the real world, whether or not I had a choice"

"How are you here then? Huh? If you are indeed real, why did you come here?"

"Well, we are currently in my office, this was not supposed to be seen by anybody except me, I created it when I got into this world"

"What for?"

"So I could create my story in peace, it's not easy to teleporting world to world, this was a world that I created, it's small, but it does it's job"

"Okay, if you did make this world, how are you not invisible?"

"There are limits to my ability, my body is weak even though I don't need human necessities, what I code in my computer will take a physical form, such as papers, chairs, walls, well whatever"

"So - could you code a first aid kit, also an extra t-shirt as well"

"I could do that if my left hand isn't currently injured, it's hard to code with one hand, Stanley"

"Can't you just teach me how to code? I don't think it's that hard"

*Goes towards the computer*

"It's hard to code, Stanley, but let me see you try, I bet you can't even code at all"

*Codes*

"What were you saying??"

"HOLY SHIT! HOW DID YOU KNOW HOW TO CODE, STANLEY?! That should be impossible with that dumb brain of yours"

"It just shows I'm smarter than you, Narrator"

*Removes the bloody t-shirt*

"Pff! As if that were the case, you were just lucky"

"Could luck really help me code a med kit and a t-shirt? I don't think so"

"...Fine, you win, Stanley, you're not that dumb after all, only 1% smarter than before"

*Cleaning the wound*

"Sooooooo, are you going to let me leave now?"

"...On one condition"

"What's that?"

"I'm coming with you, Stanley, you need someone to guide you, and fortunately I'm quite knowledgeable about the rules of the Real world"

"Wait.. you're going to help me? What for? Didn't I try to kill you 20 minutes ago? So why would you do that???"

*Sighs*

"...After everything I had done to you, erasing all of your co-workers and forcing you stay in this office, I understand the reason why you and Employee 432 wanted to kill me, and yet you still chose to save me. See this action as a form of my apology and gratitude, I don't deserve your forgiveness but at least let me help you, even if it's small compared to what you have done to me"

"...Damn, I didn't know you were this nice, Narrator"

*Bandages*

"Shut up Stanley, we should get going"

"To where?"

"The Real World, now follow my lead, I know where the exit is at"

"So a gun shot made you change your mind?"

"Yes, now stop talking, I don't want to hear your voice any longer

"I could say the same"

"Fuck you, Stanley"

"Fuck you too, Asshole"

*Sighs*

"You're not going to say anything?"

*Middle fingers*

...

*Burst in a joy of laughter*

*Chuckles*

"Your laugh is contagious, Stanley"

"Oh really? Well your laugh is contagious too"

"Is my laugh really contagious? How do you know that?"

"...Ummm, fine, I will tell you the truth, you can't remember the resets, Narrator, in some cases you can, but most of the time you don't remember what happened in those endings"

"Those endings huh? That also explains your hatred for me, I must have done something bad to you, didn't I?"

"... I will tell you another time, I don't want to explain it right now, I'm not prepared to"

"Oh... I'm sorry I brought it up, Stanley, luckily we are now closer towards the exit, you're so close to freedom, aren't you happy?"

"I am, it's just I don't get why you didn't leave the parable sooner, are you stuck here as well?"

"Even though I created this world, someone with a higher power could easily kill me anytime. There was a rule that was implemented here, if you and I want to leave the Parable, we have to go the pod together"

"That makes sense why you haven't left the Parable yet, but why have we not done this before?"

"I don't want to leave the Parable, Stanley, my whole life, my career, everything I have done was so could I make this story into a reality, that story was going to change the world, but that was not true, this is why I didn't want you to leave the Parable, because I knew you needed me for that"

"Oh...but why did you choose to stay with me even if we leave the Parable? Don't you hate me?"

"I... I feel indebted to you, even though you shot me in the first place, you still saved my life, I was going to bleed to death if it weren't for you"

"You didn't answer my question, do you hate me, Narrator?"

"Uhhhh - Look! Were here, there's the escape pod, let's go, Stanley"

"You dodge my question again"

*Opens*

"Let's go inside, I think we could fit in here-"

"-Not so fast"

A person emerges from the shadows.

"Employee 432!?!?"

"Oh by the way, Stanley, how did you know my name?"

"Someone told me"

"Stanley! Get inside, quick!"

"Goodbye, it was nice talking to you, Stanley, but unfortunately you didn't follow my expectations, I really thought you would kill him, I guess not, what a disappointment, I should have killed you in the first place"

"WAIT - W-WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS, EMPLOYEE 432, I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS?! ALSO WHY THE FUCK DO YOU LOOK LIKE ME!?"

"Simple, really, I needed a copy of your body in order to kill that bastard, since any other models don't have the ability to shoot a gun"

"Wait - my gun?! SHIT! Employee 432, please don't shoot me!"

"I had hated both of you from the start, the only reason why I didn't kill you in the first place was because the Player told me not to, but since they're gone, I could do anything I want, sorry Stanley, there could be only one-"

"-TAKE THIS, YOU BASTARD!"

*Bonk*

"AHHHHHH-"

*Faints and collapses*

"Where did you get that?"

"I saw a pipe and used it as a weapon, unfortunately it's not strong enough to kill a person"

"Thank you for saving me, Narrator, but we have to get going before they wake up"

"You don't want to kill them, Stanley? Especially the fact that they were going to kill you?"

"I understand why Employee 432 did this, they were just blinded by hate and revenge, they don't deserve to die"

"...Alright then, let's get going, don't want to wake them up now"

"Goodbye, Employee 432"

*Closes*

*Pressing the start button*

"My left arm hurts swinging that pipe, I'm going to sleep for a while, Stanley"

*Sits down*

"That's what I had forgotten to code, I'm so sorry, Narrator"

*Sits down*

"It's alright, you already have done enough for me"

*Yawns*

"I'll join you, i'm tired of what had happened earlier, it will be nice to fall asleep"

*...3*

"Okay then, good night, Stanley"

*...2*

"Good night, Narrator"

*...1*

[ Blast off ]

*Mumbles*

"...Stanley..."

*Shifts closer towards the other man*

*Mumbles*

"...Narrator..."

*His head fell on the Narrator's shoulder*

"Zzz...z...z...Zzz...z..zzz"

A red pod flew in the night sky, flying into space where stars and galaxies aligned, there was nothing there except for the two sleeping fellows inside a pod, there were still unanswered questions still stuck in their minds, but for now, it isn't bad to take a rest and listen to the noise of space, with a fellow companion by your side.

꧁ The End ꧂

Editor's Note: This is probably my longest story yet! I honestly planned this to have a bad ending, where the Narrator dies and Stanley was inside the pod alone, but I changed my mind because that will happen twice in my stories.

The reason why this is a one shot is because I feel like this should be a standalone, with an open ending, so you, viewers, could imagine what their outcome might be, I honestly think the pod will get hit and both of them will die, but that will be boring and...funny.

Someone asked me if I should turn the RealParable Au into fan fiction, i'm planning to, but due to school work, I won't be able to have enough time to make it, but luckily summer is around the corner so I think I could make it! I will probably post it on AO3, but hey, no promises, I'm sorry if this reply is late, Anonymous ^^'

Thank you guys so much for 139 followers 💛I really mean it, I appreciate you guys for supporting me this far, I feel happy whenever you guys heart or reblogged a post, it just makes my day, and I hope it makes yours too, I love when you guys comment on my post, it makes me so happy ^^

Thank you so much, you guys are my motivation to continue writing stories :)

Thank you for reading and I wish you a nice day 💛🖤💛🖤💛🖤

I want to give you guys Huggies :>

[quacksonholland]

Two fiancées in love

Sooo, I haven't posted anything in months, and I'm so sorry lol. I've just really not been motivated to write at all. It's like whenever Tom goes MIA I get writer's block lmao !! Anyway, here's this little blurb I wrote months ago and forgot about, it's not much but I hope you like it mwua mwua xx

Warnings: Just fluff, fluff, fluff + Tom and reader are gross (they're too in love with each other istg), I'm not a native speaker, so typos.

wc: +600

Masterlist

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"You know, I never thought we'd end up like this." Tom said one day, while he was brushing his teeth and you were reading in bed.

"How do you mean?"

"Like, together. Romantically." He tried to say, nearly spitting all the toothpaste foam in his mouth.

"Really?" You said, and he nodded. "That's funny." A laugh escaped your lips and Tom tilted his head.

"What – are you laughing?" He asked, still confused. Tom spit the toothpaste and washed out his mouth with water.

You just smiled, cuddling further amongst all the cushions and thinking of the early days of your friendship.

"I actually fantasized about us all the time. I was so in love with you." You confessed, and it was his turn to be surprised. "But I never did anything about it because I thought that after filming you'd stay out of touch and we'd never speak again."

"Oh, wow. Glad to see you had faith in us since the very beginning." He mused, finally making his way to the bed. As soon as he got under the covers, your limbs were entangled and he planted a kiss on your cheek "Thank God we made it."

"Yes, thank God. Or maybe thank me for keeping the spark alive while you spent months out in other countries at the very beginning of our relationship." You said with a little smirk, as he gasped dramatically.

"I beg your pardon? Who was the one that sent the other flowers every single Friday? Or the one that paid off his brother so that you could have your favorite meals everyday? Yeah, I didn't think so."

"Oh, poor Sam."

"Poor me. I spent over two thousand pounds for that twat to make you all that food."

"Wha– Two thousand!? Thomas Stanley Holland!" You gasped, hitting his arm playfully.

"Oh God, not the full name." He pretended to be scared but chuckled nonetheless.

"Why on Earth would you spend so much money?"

"I love spoiling you darling, you know that already." Tom smiled with a wink, before a happy grin was plastered on his face "Anyway… Did you know there's only two hundred and twenty-seven days left for you to be my wife?"

You giggled as you hugged him tighter, his hands on your waist as he simply stared at you, eyes filled with adoration. "Can't believe you are counting the days."

"How could I not be, my love. I am so excited for us to get married." Before you could even think of replying, he kissed your lips softly, with the same gleam in his eyes that was present the day he asked you to be his.

"I love you so very much." You whispered, him pecking your lips once more to let you know he feels just the same way.

"And, it's not the only reason, but once we get married we are actually a hundred percent free to make babies, and to be honest, I'm down for doing that without – ow!" You slapped his bicep as you shook your head with disapproval.

"Can't believe your only motive behind asking me to marry you was to get me pregnant."

"Did not say that! I emphasized the fact that it's not the only reason."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Holland. Just shut it already." You tapped his cheek before snuggling back on his chest.

"Aye aye Mrs. Holland."

"Not yet babe."

"Can't wait till you are."

You feel so much love for this man sometimes you wonder if you're going insane. Is it really considered medically normal to feel your heart swell as much as it does every day? You swear, there's no way you'll get tired of him.

He's your best friend, the love of your life, and everything you'll ever wish for.

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So this was it! Hope you liked it!

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[raysofcrosby]

please don’t say you love me - s. crosby

rosemary driscoll never saw it coming. in a matter of 45 minutes, she went from a college senior wrapping up her fall semester abroad in the rainy city of london to losing both of her parents, and becoming both an orphan and guardian to her two little sisters…all two weeks before christmas. with a city and an entire college community rallying behind the mourning family after their devastating loss, rosemary is left to make the life altering decision of choosing to follow the path she’d spent almost her entire life planning perfectly and dreaming about or become the full caretaker of her two younger sisters. and no matter how heartbreaking of a decision it is, their newfound lesson that life can change in an instant, has rosemary pushing aside her own dreams to make sure her sisters are happy, healthy and taken care of.

sidney crosby’s life is great. he lives in a city that feels like home away from home, he has a swarm of friends, he plays on a once again stanley cup contending team…he’s living the dream he’s always dreamt of since he was a child…except he couldn’t help but think that something was missing. he has all of these things, things anyone could ever want and he was successfully playing and sealing a legacy in a league where an average of 34% of drafted players, make it into. but no trophy, new record, new furniture or shiny thing could ever fill the gap he’s spent years trying to fill. and as his teammates continue to get married and start their families— start their lives, he starts to wonder if the one thing he’s missing the most…is the thing he had sworn up and down that he didn’t want.

until he meets an outgoing 10-year-old at one of his little penguins events who swears up and down that they’ve met before, and her older sister who looks like she’s carrying the weight of the world, a look he’s known all of his life, and finds himself wanting to do nothing more than help her carry it too.

this is a super rough draft summary to my future sidney fic, so please don’t roast me lol. beneath the cut are character aesthetics for the story and some dialogue from them that’ll be in the book. i got a random splurge of inspo to make these, so i hope you like them 🥺 and if not and this totally flops…let’s just pretend it never happened 😇

sidney “sid” crosby — french ~ saint denis — age: 35

"you need to go in there and take charge of the narrative. that man already took enough from the three of you, don't let him take away your courage to speak about how what he did effected your lives. don't let him get the last word."

rosemary “rose” driscoll — latin ~ dew of the sea — age: 23

"they're gone. they're gone and there's nothing i can do to bring them back, any of them. i failed them all. i failed my parents, i failed my sisters, i pushed you away because i was scared of failing– and now that i have i... i just thought i knew what i wanted to do, but i don't. i don't know anymore and i just feel so lost and alone."

arabella “bella” driscoll — latin ~ yielding to prayer — age: 13

"i don't really hate you...i mean, i know i said that i did, but i don't. it just feels like it's easier to blame you...for what happened, but i know it's not your fault and i'm sorry for saying all that stuff."

louisa “lou” driscoll — latin ~ renowned warrior — age: 10

“you pinky promised me that you wouldn’t hurt my sister, sidney crosby and you lied. you’re a liar and i hate liars, so now i hate you.”

the driscoll girls — irish ~ descendant of the messenger — est. 1998, 2008 + 2012

"you may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. you need her, as she needs you." – george r.r. martin

sidney + rosemary — dna doesn't make a family

"just because he'd known a life without them and learned to live after them...after her, didn't mean he really wanted to live that kind of life again."

2897 audubon court pittsburgh, pa — the driscoll residence

"a house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.” – unknown

[so-writing]

Fuck You - Nathan Mackinnon

I've written something with this title before and, while I think it's kind of cringe, I wanted to give it another go.

-

“I need you to be honest, Nate, please, please be honest with me.”

Nathan Mackinnon looked the complete opposite of innocent as he stood in front of you. He knew was he was caught, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try and plead for forgiveness.

“I haven’t done anything, I fucking swear I haven’t.”

It wasn’t the first time you heard his excuses and, because you were such a fucking lovesick asshole, it probably wouldn’t be the last.

“You can’t keep doing this to me, Nate, you fucking can’t. You have to stop seeing her.”

He didn’t say anything but his body language was more than enough. Nate wasn’t going to end anything with anyone and you, looking back on the sea full of red flags bobbing in plain sight, you should have known better.

“Look,” Nate pulled his best sympathetic face as he brought your hand to his lips, “I love you, you know that.”

“But,” you spat back at him as you snatched your hand away, “there’s definitely a fucking but.”

“Baby, please, don’t do this. I love you, you know that.”

“I don’t actually, because you’ve been parading your pretty princess around like she’s the Stanley fucking Cup, with absolutely no thought of me, your fucking fiancé. Did you forget about that promise you made and that rock you put on my finger, Nathan? Amnesia hit you that hard?”

“No, of course not, I love you, this just kind of happened.”

If you weren’t so fucking pissed off, you would be sick with sadness. ‘It just kind of happened’ that Nate met a random woman employed for the Avalanche and fell into bed with her not long after.

“She’s really,” his eyes glazed over and you never wanted to punch someone in the face as hard as you could until that moment, “she’s something else.”

“She’s enough to end our engagement? Because I’m not going to be with you after this.”

“I don’t want to end our engagement. I love you.”

I love you.

It was an easy statement to make, and at one point, you believed Nate actually meant it when he said it. Your relationship with him used to be serious and you were more than pretty sure that he was going to be the man you married.

You gave Nate everything, he gave you shit in return.

“No you don’t, Nathan. If you did, you’d let her go. Let her go right now, never speak to her again.”

His silence coupled with the hesitation pouring off of him was more than enough for you. As far as feelings went, he had moved on, so why was he still stringing you along?

“I’m moving out, please find something else to do while I’m getting my things out of here, I don’t want to see you again.”

Nate’s lack of fight made it obvious he wasn’t too bothered by your decision to to move out, and you didn’t see him again as you searched for a new place and lined up a moving company. He tried to deny it initially but it was painfully clear to you now that he was fine with this. He was fine with letting you go.

There were plenty of ways to destroy the ring. You could drop it in the garbage disposal and flip the switch, or ‘accidentally’ toss it off the balcony but you weren’t going to be that level of petty. Nate had done enough and you needed to get as far away from him as you could, as soon as you could so you dropped the ring on the kitchen counter before locking the door for the last time you ever would.

*

“Mack and that homewrecker broke up.”

You desperately didn’t want to care.

“I guess he cheated on her and she found out and totally lost her shit.”

You really, desperately didn’t want to care.

“He’s apparently been fucking anything with a pulse behind her back while promising her the world. You dodged a fucking bullet, babe.”

Fuck, you were trying to let him go. You were desperately trying to push Nathan Mackinnon into your rearview but it was so damn hard when most of your friends were part of the hockey circle, his personal life was regularly splashed across social media, and he recently started attempting to get in contact with you again.

“Yeah, obviously,” it was weak, “good for her though. Nathan is a fucking asshole.”

*

Three years had passed since you dropped your engagement ring on the counter of your old apartment and got the fuck out of there, out of that situation, as quickly as you could. You tried your hardest to ignore anything that had to do with the both of them but Nate’s star began to rise with the Avalanche and his new girl had become pretty well known on social media for posting under the tag ‘hockey wife, hockey life.’

You wanted absolutely nothing to do with either of them and, as far as you were concerned, they deserved each other.

That didn’t mean you were over Nate, you definitely weren’t over him, regardless of time gone by. It didn’t help that he was trying to worm his way back into your life, leaving multiple voicemails and sending text messages.

The messages started with a simple ‘i miss you’ and worked through ‘i fucked up’ to ‘please come back?’

It was tempting on your part, because you had loved this man. You still did, but you knew better. You knew that Nate would do nothing other than break your heart and you needed to be strong.

From Nathan Mackinnon, I miss you. Can we talk? Call me, you have my number.

From Nathan Mackinnon, She wasn’t the one. You are. Please get back to me.

From Nathan Mackinnon, I’m still here and I love you.

The last message was the one that broke you.

From you, I miss you too.

You felt more hopeful hitting send on that message than you had ever before and maybe this was the tipping point for the two of you. As shitty as you felt about it, you would take Nate back in a heartbeat.

It was a waste of time though, because you were met with radio silence on his end until you were scrolling Twitter and saw the congratulations.

“Nate Mack and his girl are really in it, congrats you beauties!”

The ring was gorgeous and you tried not to be bothered by the fact that it was pear shaped, because the ring Nate bought you initially was round and that was what he preferred, even though he knew the pear shape was your favorite.

Fuck Nathan Mackinnon and fuck what he preferred, because what he preferred wasn’t you and that was fucking problem. Your head was swimming with a mix of happy and sad thoughts as you sent the last message you planned to send to him.

Fuck you.

[sometimes-sleeby-octopus]

And the World Began Anew FINAL (Stanley and the Narrator Have Feelings Pt. 8)

WARNING: Long, a bit of swearing, consensual possession, THE FIRE IS FINALLY AFLAME at the end tho, end of it, cheesy and cringe per usual, I forget the pronouns for the Stan man and the robo dude and changed them I think???

The morning air smelled of eggs, tomatoes, and green onions. Stanley was surprised that he could tell and omelettes never sounded so good despite the fact that he couldn’t remember if he even liked those.

The narrator hummed as he stirred the ingredients in the pan, never missing when he flipped or losing a even single piece. The human sluggishly trudged over to him and rested his head on Narry’s shoulder, cuddling the being. The narrator chuckled at that, turning a little pink.

“You’re so cute,” he whispered as he ruffled Stanley’s hair.

“Shuddup,” Stanley huffed, turning even pinker.

The two swayed around the kitchen as the narrator plated the food. Stanley finally woke up a little bit with a yawn. He began to rub his eyes and then they soon went wide once he realized what he and Narry had been doing. His companion followed his lead and plated the food a bit faster, worrying that it was a mistake.

“I’m so sorry,” Stanley started, “I wasn’t really thinking and I was sleepy-“

“No no no, it was my bad-“ the narrator rambled.

“Maybe we both just didn’t think about it!”

“Yeah, just a slip of judgement! Anyways, how about you have some food?”

“Yes, please!”

Needless to say, breakfast was a little awkward, but it was mostly because Narry didn’t need to eat and was therefore staring into Stanley’s general direction. They both were idiots, in summary.

“Could taste with Stanley?” The Adventure Line asked Narry, to the two idiots’ embarrassment.

The narrator whispered, “I mean, I could, in theory, taste while possessing Stanley, but I don’t know how that would be for him and I’m sure the dear boy wouldn’t like it.”

The human overheard and replaced their embarrassment with annoyance.

“I never said I wouldn’t! That actually sounds like fun!” he said stubbornly.

“Stanley, I really don’t think-“

“Get in my body.”

“Goodness gracious, Stanley, aren’t you blunt?”

“Do it. Get in here.”

“Make me.”

“You know what, I WILL!”

The human tackled the robot who gasped with appall and shoved him. Stanley shoved back and then decided to just sit on the narrator’s chest and the omnipotent being, who really didn’t want to hurt his beloved friend, begrudgingly gave up.

“What are your demands, puny human?”

“I’m not moving until you get in here and taste the delicious food you made.”

“Ugh, you’re the worst.”

“We’re eating the omelette together or we’re gonna be stuck here all day. All day, Narry.”

“Hmph. Be glad I like you.”

And with that, the narrator reluctantly drifted into Stanley, who giggled in victory and sat down at the table. The human took a forkful of eggs and chewed them with pace. The flavor was sweet from the tomatoes with a hint of savory from the green onions. Stanley sighed in delight and Narry turned a bright yellow.

“Narry, you’ve outdone yourself.”

The narrator shared a pink with his yellow and Stanley could hear him speak throughout his body.

“It is quite nice. I understand why you like food so much now.”

The human smiled and lovingly patted the part of the narrator in his arm.

“Is there anything you’d like to try?”

“…An Apple if you don’t mind.”

===

Now while our lovely doofuses were just as I have said, they weren’t completely oblivious to each other. It was not lost on them how many times things like snuggling and consensual possession occurred; however, they were still doofuses, and their doubts blinded them.

Their yearning for each other only grew, and Stanley especially wanted so badly to be with the Narrator again. He had only kissed the lips of his beloved Narry a few times and he really hoped he’d be able to that again before he figuratively kicked the bucket. (He would never kick his good ole’ security bucket, but death was inevitable.)

Right then and there, Stanley chose to try. A new town, no resets in the way, what could wrong that he hadn’t gone through before?

“Have you heard of coffee?” he suddenly queried.

The narrator jokingly scoffed, “Of course I have! There used to be some in the office! Although I must admit it was never all that pleasant.”

“Well, there’s café with real coffee nearby, so why don’t we pick some up to try?”

“Alright. Right now?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“At least I’m not stuck here all day.”

They both laughed at that and headed out the door. The adventure line followed closely behind.

“Café-Ine” was the name, and Narry found it every amusing, while Stanley found the narrator’s amusement amusing. The Adventure Line didn’t get the joke, but they were happy that Stanley and Narry were going on a date.

The adventure line saved a table while Stanley ordered a hot chocolate and a medium roast coffee with a lil creamer. Narry paid since he was literally the money maker. They all sat down while they waited. Stanley was a wreck internally.

The human took the narrator’s hands to help their confidence. It didn’t do shit and they were stumbling over their words terribly.

“So I know that’s its been kind of…weird between us. Not in a super bad way but- Do you know what I’m talking about?”

The narrator nodded and held their breath in nervousness.

“I do. I’ve noticed.”

Stanley inhaled and exhaled, gripping the being’s hands a bit tighter.

“…Narry, I still love you and I miss what we had, but it’s okay if you don’t feel that way anymore. I just…really wanted to tell you. God, I wanna kiss you so bad. I don’t know how you feel it about, but I’m all ears.”

Narry had turned pink again, and held their breath for a different reason than before. He leaned in closer, whispering softly.

“Stanley. I’ve fallen in love with you again.”

The human opened his mouth to speak before the narrator tenderly held his face and said,

“….so kiss me.”

After an excruciating pause, the adventure line started chanting, “KISS KISS KISS KISS-“

The pair rolled their eyes affectionately and looked back at each other. A beat passed before Stanley pressed his lips onto Narry’s. It was a soft kiss that lasted a few minutes as the narrator stroked Stanley’s hair and the human stroked his face. They parted with smiling faces to the sight of a very happy yellow creature who had grabbed their drinks for them.

“Home, family!” the line cheered.

And with that, Stanley and Narry walked back to the hotel hand in hand.

[atalho-s]

pairing: tom holland x reader

warnings: none, only fluff, maybe one or two swear words?

words: 1.5 k

summary: it’s tom’s birthday and you’re nervous about the gift you have for him.

a/n: this is the first imagine i ever post here! and it’s the first time i write a story in english. So i’m sorry for any mistake.

Tom woke up to someone kissing his bare chest and he open his eyes lazily. He looked down and saw Y/n on top of him with her arms around his waist and her legs intertwined with his.

- What are you doing? - He spoke a little husky with a smile.

-Nothing... Just waking up the best boyfriend in the world...- she said kissing up his neck. -And to...-she kissed below his ear. - Thank you...-  she kissed his chin. - For...- she kissed his nose. -Being born...- she kissed his cheek. - Happy Birthday! -she finally kissed his lips.

- Hmm... I wanted to have a birthday every day just to wake up like this... - he said hugging her tight. - Thank you love. - He said giving her a peck.

- You say that as if I never wake you up like this... - Y/n giggle into his lips, making him smile openly. He was about to reply with a cheeky comment but she interrupted him - Wait! - she said getting up quickly and leaving him a little confused. 

- I have a few gifts to give you. - She said and ran to the closet like a crazy person.

She was wearing one of his shirts, which made him smile with himself. He loved when she wore his clothes. It looks a thousand times better on her than him. That was a fact.

She came back after after a few minutes smiling cheerfully with a box in one of her hands and the other hidden behind her back. She sat cross-legged in front of him and Tom also sat leaning his back against the pillows on the headboard.

- Darling, you didn't need to... - he said, trying to take his hair of his eyes, messing it up even more.

- Of course it needed Tommy! Now open it! - She said handing over the box and he took it from her hands looking at her.

They were already 5 years together and looking at her was like the first time. Tom was grateful to have her for so long, to have someone to rely on and talk about everything so openly, and Y/n didn't know what she had done to deserve that british boy who wasn't a boy anymore.

Tom had become a man since the first time they started dating. But still, he was the same Tom he used to be. That was what she loved most about him. He was always kind, funny, he put others first and he always wanted to make others feel happy around him. His smile and the way he tell his stories infected everyone around and she was always delighted every time he started to speak or for just simply looking at her. It was hard to believe that this amazing man, was hers.

Tom untied the box excitedly and opened it to reveal a necklace with a round-shaped pendant.

- Wow darling, this is beautiful... - he said taking the object from the box delicately.

- Open it! There's something inside. - Y/n said smiling.

Tom opened the pendant and saw It was a picture of the two of them, one of the first pictures they had taken together. It was from one of those booth photo shoots. When they went to a mutual friend's birthday party and Tom had insisted they take pictures to keep as a souvenir. So they posed and make faces and laugh the whole time. Those little moments was what defined their relationship. It was something so simple and yet so meaningful at the same time.

- This is perfect love... - he said smiling and looking into her eyes. - Come here...-  He opened his arms and she snuggled into them, feeling more at home than ever. He kissed her gently on the lips and pulled her by her legs so she could sit on his lap. 

After parted their kiss Y/n intertwined her fingers on his neck and stood admiring him: his little freckles, his messy hair, his nose, his lips slightly reddened, everything still seemed to be a dream.

- Why are you looking at me that much?- he asked with a playful smile. - Want to take a picture? It lasts longer... - He spoke stroking her leg lightly and she gave him a low laugh.

- A picture would be nothing compared to this work of art right in front of me. - Y/n spoke and he laughed feeling his cheeks redden. How could she still make him blush after such a long time?

- I don't deserve you darling...- he said before giving a small kiss on her neck. - Hey and what about the other box you were hiding?- he asked trying to look behind her back.

- Oh, it was nothing...- she said kissing his forehead then his lips again, trying to distract him.

- No... - he tried to speak between kisses. - Y/n...- she insisted on keeping their lips together, but he pushed her away a little, holding her shoulders gently. - I want to see It!

- You won't forget will you? - she said snorting.

- No. So you better give me that mysterious box. - he replied and she looked down a little embarrassed. - What is it darling? - he asked a little worried on his tone.

- Nothing... it's nothing important... - she said crossing her arms something she used to do when she was nervous.

- Y/n... You know you can tell me everything don't you? - He spoke caressing his fingers on her arms making her have some good shivers.

- I know Tommy... I just... I don't know, I think it's bullshit... - she replied putting her hands on his chest.

- Nothing you say is bullshit love ... You know you can talk to me about evertyhing... - he said taking her chin and lifting slightly, making her look him in the eyes. He had that power of making her melt with just one look. He could make her do anything with just those big brown eyes. Sometimes she hated being so vulnerable, bc she couldn't hide anything from him.

- Ok, but if you want to break up with me after that I'll understand...- She said looking at him directly and he raised an eyebrow.

- Now I'm more curious than ever. I could never break up with you! Only if you cheated on me with some guy that i don't know about it. - he said playfully.

- Okay smartass, close your eyes. - She said and he closed but a little suspiciously about what she would do. 

- And do not open! -she said getting up from his lap and he put both of his hands in front of his face.

Y/n picked up the box that was on the floor and took a deep breath. It was now or never. She was thinking she must crazy to be doing this now and in that way. But it was what she wanted and she hoped Tom wanted it too. She knelt beside the bed, opening the small box, and cleared her throat.

- You can open it now. -she said and Tom remove his hands opening his eyes, he looked confused seeing her on his knees beside the bed and only then noticed the small box in her hands with a ring inside.

- Tom... - she began to speak nervously. - When we first met, I met one of my best friends. You are and always will be the best person to have around, after I met you I couldn't see myself without you. Everything you do, how you do it, you do it great, you radiate the brightest light... Everything you touch, you do it with gentleness, every person who has the pleasure of meeting you knows how extraordinary you are. Every second I spend with you is like a gift. I love the way you are, I love the way you talk, I love how funny you are without wanting to be, I love how good you are at everything you do, I love you so much... - she said feeling her voice trembling a little bit and he was still in shock, but after hearing her words he smiled and didn't look away from her face not even for a second.

- Thomas Stanley Holland... - she said with sigh. - Do you want to marry me?

He just stood there, speechless for a few seconds. The emotion starting to hit little by little, reaching his eyes. He hated to cry like that in front of others, but it was Y/n who was there in front of him and he never felt as comfortable with someone as he does with her.

- Tom, I... Sorry, I think it's too soon, isn't it? I shouldn't have ...- she said getting up from the floor and Tom stopped her by taking her arm.

- No Y/n, it's not that... I just... I don't know what to say... - he said and she looked him, seeing his eyes was watering.

- Tommy, are you crying? - Y/n asked sitting beside him on the bed and putting her hands on his face watching him lean into her palm.

- No of course not! - He said wiping his eyes quickly with his fingers. - I mean ... just a little bit...-  he said and she smiled. - Everything you said... It was so beautiful... I love you so much Y/n!

- So do you ... - she start asking almost crying seeing how emotional he was.

- Of course I do darling! This is the best gift ever! Marry the best person in the world? Fuck yeah! - He said excitedly and she grinned. - I planned to ask you the same thing for such a long time! I’m so glad you did! -Then he pulled her into his lap again, kissing her sweet and gentle, just the way she defined him. The Tom Holland way of existing.

a/n: thank you for reading! I hope you guys like It! Also: the title has nothing to do with anything, but i love this radiohead song sm 😂 and i think It reminds me (only the title bc the song is sad as f) a good relationship, like both complete each other.

Anyway... Happy birthday to Tom! And i'm so sorry for this really cheesy imagine 😆

[hoodieofholland]

Okay, what Im requesting really angst so I get if you don’t want write,

boyfriend!Tom starting to feel things to his co-star while y/n is waiting for him to come back to her and when he coms back he tells her the turth. She runs pf with tears and have a serious car crash and Tom regrets what he did and blames himself for her injures.

(Oh god I love jerk Tom so much)

(love your writings <3)

a/n: took a little while to write this, but it's done, finally! Hahah. Feels like ive been writing a lot of angst lately lol, what you guys think? Thanks anon for requesting, hope you like it!

Warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, heartbreak, mentions of blood, car accident, language.

Broken. That’s how you felt, staring into those brown chocolate eyes, full of regret, guilt and fear. Your heart clenches inside of your chest, desperately trying to find some sort of comfort while your heartbeat only seems to increase each second you pass looking at him.

“What?”, your voice is cracked. Your eyes are glistening with the threatening tears.

You still can hear the reverberation of his words inside of your head: I think I’m having feelings for someone else. Someone else. His co-star. Tom had just admitted to you he was having feelings for his co-star.

You and Tom have been in a relationship long enough to know this would inevitably break your heart into pieces. Those words didn’t even make sense to you. Though both of you were feeling a little off lately, like your relationship wasn’t the same anymore, you were sure this was just a phase, you were willing to bring you two back on track. But right now you could see you were the only one with hope and this made you feel ashamed of just standing in front of Tom, feeling extremely exposed and weak.

He sniffles, averting his gaze to the ground. “I- I’m so sorry, y/n. I didn’t mean to blurt it like that, it’s just-“

You blink your tears away, your whole body shaking slightly, not under your control anymore. Your hands close into fists as you try to control your emotions and the unbearable pressure on your chest. “What is it, Tom? What is happening? I- I can’t understand, I thought-“, you didn’t even know what to say. You bite your lips to prevent you from crying. “Since... since when, Tom?”

He breathed out, cheeks buffing as he runs his hands through his curls. “I don’t know. Honestly”, his voice was full of sadness, “I just- I realized it today”.

You feel your knees getting weaker. “Did you-“, you gulp, too afraid to ask, “Did you cheat on me, Tom? Did you do something with her? Did she touch you? Did you touch her?”

Though you knew pretty well none of that was important anymore, that betraying your feeling while still together was equally as bad as kissing or sleeping with someone else, you couldn’t ignore the feeling that physical contact would make the whole thing worse. You couldn’t stand the thought of being there, waiting for Tom to come home and maybe have a nice dinner so you could enjoy time together and make things work out again, while he was out there fucking another girl.

But he shook his head no, and you released a sigh in relief. He had a frown between his brows, genuinely hurt by the path of that conversation. “I’d never, y/n”, he rubbed his eyes. “I know this doesn’t make me a better of a man, but I- I swear to God I just realized it now. It was today, when we were filming and... and I couldn’t go another minute without telling you this. This is so fucked up and I am so fucking sorry, but I thought that it would be better for both of us if I just told you this and-“

A sob coming from your parted lips breaks his attempt to explain, watching you fall apart for something he has done. Tom didn't stop loving you. It felt different, but he still cared about your feelings and how you'd deal with the fact that your relationship wasn't working anymore. He felt guilty and even disgusted at himself for breaking your heart. But that didn't stop him neither.

"Can we talk about this, darling?", he mumbles, trying to reach your hand, but you step back, body trembling as you fight back the need of giving in to his embrace.

"Don't. Don't call that", you cry out, letting the tears fall freely on your cheeks now. "Fuck, Tom, what did I do? I didn't deserve this. I- I was by your side, I never left. I knew this day would come, but I was trying my best..."

"It's not like that, y/n", he mutters, feeling defeated. He didn't intend to take it this way. He never wanted to make you cry. He promised he would never make you cry. "I've tried. And I love you, I love you so fucking much, but I... I don't know what happened".

You wipes the tears away furiously, too frustrated to care about the look on your face right now. You just didn't want to look fragile, or broken, or weak - all of the things you actually were feeling like.

You look at him clearer, the man you so desperately love, the man you most felt affection to. Tom was everything you always dreamt of. If there was a man you could say you trusted in, it was Tom. And he betrayed your feelings.

It wasn't his fault and you had to admit that. He fell for another woman. He just didn't feel the same about you anymore, and though you were suffering, you couldn't blame it on him. It was just human nature. Life itself, playing tricks on you, when you so certainly believed to have found the love of your life.

"I know", you say through hoarse voice. "I can't blame it on you. It's not your fault. I just- I thought we could work this out, y'know? Thought you wanted this with me". You give him a sad smile and couldn't help but let more tears roll down your face. You felt pathetic and you were sure you looked just like that.

Tom swallows the thick knot on his throat, chest aching at the sign of you. He wanted to say something, but couldn't think about anything good enough.

Ashamed of your position, you nod a couple of times for nothing in special and make your way to the front door.

"Wait! Y/n, what are you- where are you going?", Tom shouted, eyes wide as he tried to take your arm. You pulled it from his reach and raised your hand to prevent him from coming any closer.

"I'm leaving. What else do you expect me to do, Tom?" With bloodshot eyes, you stare at him, lips pressed tightly in a thin line, holding everything in you to not make even more a fool of yourself.

"I don't know", he almost whispers.

You can't seem to contain the growing anger inside of you for his words, sobbing a little more as you try to come up with the right thing to say. Why does he have to do this to you?

"Guess what? I don't know neither. All of a sudden, my long-term boyfriend told me he is falling for another girl. Do you know how much it costs me to look at you right now, Tom? I can't even- I fucking hate you right now and I know it's not even your fucking fault, but I can't help it!" You scream, hand covering your mouth as you try to regain some composure. "Just leave me fucking alone, Tom!"

Without another word, you run to the front door, yanking it open and slamming it shut, letting your whines finally scape through your gritted teeth.

---

Tom checked his phone one more time before slipping into the covers and lay down on his empty bed, facing the ceiling for a long enough time to get sick of it.

His mind was running wild, thinking about the things he said to you, and the thing you said to him. It was hard to face the fact that he made you cry and feel miserable. Tom never intended that. He knew both of you were slipping apart, gradually giving your relationship an end, but that was a whole different level.

He closed his eyes, thinking about the moment you stormed out the door, thinking about the feeling he had previously in the morning, while working with his co-star. It wasn't the strongest thing he felt in his life, it wasn't even near to the things he felt when meeting you, but he knew he should be honest with you from the moment he realized there was something going on.

But even know, he felt like he messed it up real bad.

Tom has been calling you since you stepped out of the house, but you never answered, or called back. He left a message in your voicemail, asking you to come back home so you could talk. Aware of the fact that this had no coming back, Tom just needed to look at you one more time and apologise for being a dick. He couldn't afford to have you out of his life.

And then his phone rang.

He was quick to pick it up and press to his ear, waiting to hear your voice, but what he heard was something much more unexpected.

"Hello, can I please speak with Thomas Stanley?", an unrecognizable voice came to the phone and Tom sat on his bed.

"Uh, yes, it's me. What's the matter?"

"I'm calling because you're at Miss y/n y/l/n's emergency contact. She was brought to the hospital after an accident, a car crash. Miss y/n is passing through an emergency surgery right now and I need to inform someone in the family..."

The woman kept talking, voice too steady for something so breath-taking. Tom was surely out of breath. For a few seconds, he felt like he had gone blind, not able to see anything besides a black spot in the darkness of his room.

He couldn't believe he was hearing that. It couldn't be real. He tried to come up with any excuse, with some explanation, but everything that ever crossed his mind at the moment was the sign of you laying flat on some ciment busy street, blood coming out of the corner of your mouth and eyes wide open with no brightness on them.

"Sir?", the woman spook again and Tom was snapped out of his thoughts.

"Can you give me the address?", he jumped out of bed and started to look for his keys frantically. The woman gave him instructions and he quickly made his way to the living room.

"Fuck... where 'my fucking keys!" He yelled desperately, throwing the pillows on the sofa go the ground to look better. "Fuck!"

Tom sat on the couch, heavy breathing making his whole body shake. His hands holds his head and his eyes go wide. He felt a heat rise in every part of his body, but mainly on his chest.

It was his fault, he knew it. You were supposed to be at home, you were supposed to stay with him. You were going to have dinner together, and you wouldn't be driving before having a car crash.

Why did he mess up? Why did he say those things to you? He shouldn't have let you go outside in that state. He shouldn't

Tom heard the front door crack open, and he raised his head with silly hopes of you stepping inside and all of this being a fucking cruel joke, but instead, it was Harrison passing by.

"Tom, I was just going to- Dude, what happened?" Harrison puts a worried face when he saw the bloodshot eyes, trembling lips and shaking hands, all parts of Tom's nervousness.

He almost couldn't put his voice to work, and if it wasn't for the fact that he needed to reach out the hospital in no time, to make sure you were fine, maybe he wouldn't be able to say a single word.

"You gotta drive me. I can't- I can't find my keys. And she needs me. I need her. I need to find her, Haz. She- fuck, she needs me and I can't find my fucking keys", he said in desperation, letting himself become a sobbing mess in front of his friend.

---

There was no small talk between the two of them whilst the drive to the hospital. It seemed like you have done a long way from home; the distance was killing the eye browned boy.

All that was on his mind now was the thought of you - moments you've spent together, days of happiness and things that he loved about you. He remembered the first time you met, the day he asked you out and the first time he heard you say you loved him. He questioned himself when was the last time you said that, when he heard his name coming out of your lips with an "I love you" next. He couldn't remember and he felt disgusting for that too.

Because Tom realized in the way to the hospital that he couldn't live without you. If you were gone, there would be nothing. He never thought about this day, never thought that one day he'd be losing you, but the bare possibility of this happening made him realize he wouldn't stand it. He needed you, in more ways than just one.

"She'll be fine, Tom", Harrison told him for the third time, when they were sitting in a corridor, waiting for a doctor to call for Tom when you were brought to the room.

"'S all my fault. Shouldn't have fought her. Shouldn't have let her think I didn't love her", Tom muttered more to himself, voice hoarse.

Tom was bouncing his leg rapidly, eyes closed tightly an heart aching for every second he spent without any medic information.

"Mr. Holland?" A voice came next to him, a doctor, a comphreensive smile on his face, which eased Tom a little bit. "Miss y/n is in her room now, you can check on her".

Tom got up immediately, rubbing his sweaty hands on his jeans while walking down the aisle with the doctor to your room. When he reached the place with white walls, white sheets and an audible beep from the machine that was monitoring your heartbeat.

"She's asleep right now, might wake up in about an hour or so. Then a nurse should come check on her", the doctor says, reading through some papers on his clipboard. He sighs lightly and look at Tom, whose eyes are glue on you. "I might say she was lucky, Mr. Holland. It was a serious accident, and others victims didn't have as much luck as Miss y/n", he friendly pats Tom's shoulder. "Don't know what you believe in, but I think you should be thankful. She's a strong girl, she'll be fine", he smiled and after a few seconds, left Tom and you alone in the room, closing the door behind him.

Tom was hesitant, taking small steps towards your bed as he looked cautiously every part of you body. You had some big injuries on your face. There was a bandage on your nose, which was broken when you entered the emergency. Your lips had cuts and there was a purple spot on your forehead and around one of your eyes.

Tom felt sick to his stomach thinking about how much pain you had gone through the last hours. He stood beside your bed, taking your fragile looking hands on his. It was bruised too, and Tom pressed a very light kiss to your palm, letting a silent tear roll down his face till reach his chin.

"I'm so sorry, my love", he whispered with a croaky voice. "You'll be fine, it's gonna be alright", he reassured, more to himself than to you, who was drifted on sleep now, too far from the chaos that was going on outside.

Tom sniffles, rubbing a hand on his wet nose, and blinks a couple of times to get rid of his tears. "I didn't mean for this to happen. I know it's my fault. And I was wrong".

He breathed out, looking at the ceiling as he remembered your conversation that evening. "There's no one I love more than you, y/n. It was dumb of me thinking that there's anyone I might be in love with besides you. It's only you, love, you're the person I can't live without".

Tom felt like a kid, crying over your hand, squeezing it ever so lightly and praying that you might hear his apologies and his pleas.

"And it was unfair of me not putting as much effort as you in this relationship. This is my fault too. But I love you, and I don't care about anything else, your love is the only thing I'm going to focus on when you wake up".

Tom realized that nothing was more important than your relationship to him now. Not even work, which has taken so much of his time that he was slowly slipping apart from you. Not even whatever feeling he fooled himself to believe in. It wasn't true. It was his fear of not being in love with you anymore, of being too far to bring you two together again. But by that moment, Tom knew he couldn't be afraid of nothing else than losing you. And now he just prayed that you could forgive him and the things he said, while he left himself fall in tears and regret.

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drink deeply

or, as they say at samwell, “penitus potes.” shitty gives the toast at jack and bitty’s wedding. for @zimbitsweddingofficial and day two of zimbits wedding week: the wedding itself!

just for fun, a draft version of the beginning of this fic with lardo, ransom, and holster’s “helpful” edits can be found via google doc here. hope y’all enjoy! <3

Good evening, everyone! On behalf of Jack and Eric, thank you all so much for being here tonight, and welcome to what could very well be the most highly anticipated wedding reception of 2019. I mean, this party was planned by the likes of Suzanne Bittle and Alicia Zimmermann. We are in for a treat, folks.

Before we get to all that, I’d also like to extend a particular welcome to those in attendance who are part of the playing, coaching, and/or office staff of the Providence Falconers. Glad you could all make it this evening; I know this past week was a little bit busy for you guys.

[Insert appropriate pause and gesture to the punch bowl, which on closer inspection is actually—oh yeah—the Stanley Cup the Falcs won three days ago. Hold for inevitable applause, general hysteria, and/or hooting/hollering from Tater.]

For those of you who don’t know me, I’ve been trying to decide whether I should introduce myself by my first name, which will inevitably get me mocked by my friends until the end of time, or by my nickname, which will definitely scandalize anyone who has not spent a significant amount of time around twenty-year-old guys who play hockey. However, as I look around the room, I’m realizing that most of you probably either raised, spent significant time around, or were once a twenty-year-old guy who played hockey. To the rest of you, I am profoundly sorry.

So, hi! I’m Shitty, and I’m Jack’s best man.

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Being someone’s best man, as I’ve realized over the last few months, should really come with a playbook or an instruction manual or something, because it’s a task unlike any other you’ll ever take on. In addition to being a friend, you have to be a confidant, an expert at bachelor-party debauchery (I think my college resume definitely prepared me for this part) and someone who’s not afraid to step in to make last-minute decisions so the grooms don’t have to. You also have to do all of these things without getting fired from your job or stepping on anyone’s toes, up to and including: the couple getting married, the other people in the wedding party, the grooms’ parents, the wedding planner, and most importantly, Moomaw, whose word is law around here. 

(Seriously. She made the pie tonight, people. Bow down to her.)

But as much as the role can feel a little bit like you’re being thrown in at the deep end, it also definitely comes with its perks. Tonight, I have both the honor and the challenge of somehow summarizing how much I love Jack and Eric in a speech that is heartfelt and witty yet also brief so that we can get to the aforementioned pie as quickly as possible. If you’re still following me here, that is a tall order—but here goes nothing!

I met Jack Zimmermann on our first day of freshman year at Samwell, during the bright, hot summer of 2011. I was participating in the time-honored tradition of moving into a dorm on the third floor of a building with no elevator and no air conditioning in the middle of August. It builds character, or so the good folks in Samwell administration probably tell themselves. Anyway, athletes got to move in early for preseason, so I was expecting to be one of the only guys on the floor for at least a couple days. I was just carrying the last box into my room when the door next to mine opened and—well, you can probably guess who walked out.

Now, I grew up in Boston, which means I also grew up around hockey culture. I’d heard the news that Jack was coming to Samwell, so I knew who he was when he stepped into the hall in that same vague way that you kind of-sort of recognize celebrities hustling down the street or through the airport with their sunglasses on. And he gave me that same vibe—“I know you know who I am, and I’d very much like not to be bothered about it.”

Here is something that will not shock you if you know us: Jack was the first friend I made in college. Here is something that might shock you if you know us: That definitely doesn’t mean we were friends at first. By his own admission, Jack wasn’t at Samwell to make friends at all. He told me, much later, that he was only planning to go to play hockey, get his life back on track, and keep his head down as much as possible.

So in retrospect, maybe it was an unlucky thing for Jack that he ran into the one person who wasn’t going to let him do that.

Because no matter who you are or where you’re from, freshman year of college breeds a unique kind of terror I’ve never felt anywhere else. There’s a lot of pressure to completely remake yourself, to become the person you maybe never could have been in your hometown. By coming to Samwell, I wanted to be a different kind of kid than the one that Andover had raised. Jack wanted to be a different kind of kid than the one he’d spent twenty years telling himself he had to be. As much as neither of us wanted to admit it, we both wanted similar things out of our college experience, and we needed a support system to do that. And so, however begrudging the two of us were about it at first, we started to bond more and more.

It wasn’t always easy. For one thing, my idea of a good time was a lot louder than Jack’s—who enjoyed such scintillating pursuits as “watching golf” and “going to bed at a reasonable hour”, neither of which were quite in my vocabulary at the ripe old age of eighteen. Also, if it’s before six in the morning, he has a hard time remembering to speak English, which used to make for a lot of stilted conversations between the two of us as we walked to early morning practice. (On a completely unrelated note, the first and probably only thing I ever learned in Québécois is how to swear.)

I don’t remember the exact tipping point at which Jack and I really became friends; I think it was more of a quiet acknowledgment that we liked having each other around, that we balanced each other out in ways that neither of us initially knew we needed. What I do know is that, slowly but surely, I started to get glimpses of the Jack that exists off the ice. And so began one of the most extraordinary journeys of my life, because the only thing crazier than knowing Jack Zimmermann is actually knowing Jack.

Here are some things that I’ve learned in the process: He’s on his third pair of neon yellow running shoes, which he buys specifically because the color makes him happy. Before either of us tried Eric’s pies, the only thing that could make him cheat on a meal plan was a sleeve of Double Stuf Oreos. (Don’t ask him how to eat them correctly unless you’re interested in a twenty-minute speech on exactly how they have to be pulled apart.) And he loves Captain America, although it is the opinion of this best man that America’s ass has nothing on his hockey butt. Have you seen that thing? It has Internet fans in at least two different countries. 

But I digress.

In our sophomore year we lived next to each other again, by choice instead of by chance, in what I can only describe as the pinnacle of American college living: the Samwell Men’s Hockey Haus. We used to pull the comforter off of one of our beds and climb out onto the roof and clear off the snow so we could share the blanket, look up at the stars, and listen to the bass thumping through the wall of the house next door. On nights when other things felt confusing, this one part of my life was clear. There’s something about sitting out under the open sky that just makes it easier to talk to a guy, you know? 

Some nights the conversations we had were funny. Some nights they were serious. Some nights we said nothing at all, just sat secure in the knowledge that someone cared enough to exist alongside us for a little while. There was always an unspoken agreement between us on nights like these: I got your back. For me, Jack’s friendship became a rock, a refuge. It’s something that I came to depend on that year and still do to this day.

As for the content of those late-night conversations—well, some things do have to stay between friends. I’m sure Jack will agree, especially because he has so graciously allowed me to get up here and lovingly roast him just a little bit.

So let’s skip ahead again, to yet another August, the start of our junior year, and the arrival on the scene of one Eric Bittle. This kid burst into our ranks like a ray of Southern sunshine and turned pretty much everything upside down in the process. In the first five minutes of being in the Haus, he somehow made us a pie? Folks, I'm not kidding, it was the best thing I’ve ever eaten. We were a bunch of guys who didn’t know what we were missing until we had it, and let me tell you, it was one hell of a semester after that. In pretty short order we had curtains on the windows and baked goods on the counters, and Samwell Men’s Hockey started to become not only a team but a family.

That was off the ice, at least. On it, things were a little more complicated. As our dear friend and former goalie John Johnson said to me, Jack and Eric hadn’t gone through their character development yet—whatever that means. 

Take our third or fourth practice with the full team that year, for example. It had gone… uh. Poorly, would be a word. Later that night I heard some rustling on the roof outside, and God knows I was willing to do just about anything but my homework—so I stuck my head out the window and there was Jack, watching the stars. I asked him if he wanted a buddy, and he said alright, so I slid out and sat down next to him.

That was pretty usual for us at this point. What wasn’t usual was the topic of conversation. The first thing Jack said to me was, “Bittle’s gonna get eaten alive when our schedule starts.” (Remember, people, they’re married now!) The second was, “I want to help.”

Here’s another thing about Jack: Underneath the veneer is a guy who just cares so intensely it’d shock you if you knew nothing else about him. It shocked me a little that day. I think it even shocked him to admit it, to the point where I had to say, “Jack, it’s not a criminal offense to care about other people. Even if it feels like you’re doing it for yourself.”

So he helped. He offered an olive branch, and Bits took him up on it. I’d hear the two of them get up in the morning, hours before the rest of us had to be at Faber, for checking practice. None of the rest of us ever knew exactly what went down, but one thing was for sure—Eric put in a ton of work to overcome some of the fears that had followed him to college. He got better, and Jack relaxed. The two of them really started working as a team, and things started looking up from there.

The day that they told us they were dating was pretty amazing. Eric is so full of light no matter how bleak a situation may look, but that day he was literally almost glowing. And I’ve seen Jack in moments after victory and loss, at his best and at his worst. But I’ve never seen a Jack who was so happy, possessed of such confidence in a decision he’d made, as I saw him that day at brunch. And that’s when I knew this relationship was really special. 

From there, many of you know the story. You watched it play out on ESPN and social media and the front pages of every single gossip magazine on the supermarket shelves. But if you’re sitting here with us tonight, you also watched it play out between Jack and Eric themselves. You’ve watched them handle expectations as a united front. You’ve watched their unfailing dedication to each other while they navigate the pressure of being some pretty big firsts. You know that, behind the scenes, these are two incredibly genuine people who  bring out the best in each other and are dedicated to doing that every single day.

In the last four years, I’ve watched Eric become self-possessed and confident because he was given the space to do so. In the last six years, I’ve watched Jack grow from a kid with a chip on his shoulder and something to prove to a guy who finally believes that he deserves all the good things the world has given him and then some. If you take nothing else away from this speech, I want you to know this: I’m incredibly proud to call myself a friend to both of them.

Jack, Bits, you’re always gonna be my brothers, my best friends, and two of the finest damn men I’ve ever had the pleasure to know. I wish you both a long and happy marriage. Take care of each other, be good to each other, and never forget where you started—as a team.

So please join me in raising your glasses, everyone, and as they say at Samwell—penitus potes to Jack and Eric!

[babytortie]

unexpected

unexpected. ❘ stanley uris x reader.

a/n: this was requested by anon - love ur recent stanley fic! was wondering if you’re cool with doing a smut for him? (aged up of course!) if you’re comfortable, could you make the reader more dominant in bed/stanley being more submissive? perhaps and enemies to lovers, hate sex type. other than that, any plot line is just fine.

* hope this lives up to your expectations! tyty for requesting this one.

summary: in which stanley and reader argue worse than richie runs his trashmouth. after burning some pent-up tension one day, the two take a turn for the better and become more than just enemies.

warnings: s m u t. some fluff at end. <3

contains: enemies to lovers, degrading, hair tugging, harsh kisses w/ slight blood, mild orgasm denial, praises, rough and unprotected sex.

* all characters ( including reader ) of the loser's club are 18+ in this one-shot.

~ 3.4k words.

you twirled a strand of hair between your fingers, a magazine placed on your lap, and beverly's head rested on your shoulder, looking at the pages with you.

it was the summer and the group was all back home on break from college. the loser's wanted to hang out and all eight of you were at bill's house right now. on various couch cushions and seats in the living room. his parents were away for the night and the seven brought clothes to stay at his just in case it got a bit late.

"oh, do you think he's hotter? or him?" bev asked, leaning in closer to point at the page. it was some magazine about the hottest actors of the year, achievement wise. though some hot men that were in it was currently grabbing beverly's, well, and your attention too. you glanced down at the page, slightly comparing both actors and voiced, "definitely him."

the guys overheard this and rolled their eyes. they were taking turns playing on bill’s newest nintendo sixty-four. on the floor below you, sat the four a few feet away, this was because they wanted to be scooted closer to the television. even though it was perfectly fine to put their backs against the couch. typical males.

you worried for their eyesight, especially richie’s, since right now he and bill were battling on some game you didn’t know the name of while being too close to the screen. eddie was on a chair next to the couch and sat by you, wheezing as he watched how close of a tie it was between them. mike and stanley were sitting on the floor with them on either side, cheering on who they wanted to win.

this was while ben sat on the other side of bev and read some book that just came out earlier this week. a quarter of ben’s focus was on his hand. it was resting on beverly’s thigh and drawing small, mindless shapes in content. the two were newly dating after pinning on each other for forever.

"i think we should play would you rather!" mike turned his head and suggested after hearing your conversation with the red head. bill had just died on the game causing richie to jump up and cheer while blowing out the other three's ear drums.

ben closed his book and sat up straighter. he took a glimpse over at beverly to see what her decision was. eddie hesitantly agreed when you and bev nodded. “s-sure!” bill got up and pulled stan with him.

one weekend about four years ago when the denbrough’s were home and bill had the group of losers over, they noticed how you all squished on the seats in the living room. surprising bill with an extra couch a month after this, they were able to successfully squeeze it into the room and push it against the other wall.

the four others started to pile on the other couch a few feet away from the three of you and eddie who still sat on the single chair next to you. beverly pulled her head up and leaned over to whisper in your ear, “be nice to stanley please.”

knowing it wasn’t funny, looking at her anyway with a confused expression, you lied. "stanley who?" she immediately turned her neck back at you, probably receiving some whiplash and raised an eyebrow to challenge you.

"i'm serious y/n." beverly laughed dryly. you sighed and replied a short agreeable response. “alright bev, as long as he doesn’t start it, then i won’t do anything.” after, you zipped your lips and threw an imaginary lock in the direction behind eddie.

she smiled at you in thanks and then you two turned towards the room, noticing everyone was ready. “b-being as it w-was mike’s id-dea, he can g-go first.” bill announced while glancing around the room.

mike nodded and turned to the one who still wore coke-bottle glasses years later. “richie, would you rather never wear underwear again or never wear socks again?”

ben and bill stifled a laugh, already knowing what his response was going to be. eddie rolled his eyes as richie answered, “underwear since i go commando sometimes anyway.”

you put your finger in your mouth, pretending that you were about to throw up and mike shook his head at richie. you turned to your right and left, seeing eddie’s and beverly’s disgusted faces.

”okay, eddie spaghetti.” he paused. the seven of you looked at eds, who had already put his hand over his face in annoyance. you and beverly laughed when the shorter boy muttered, “here we go.” richie smirked and continued. “would you rather, accidently send a nude to your boss or your parents? and by parents i mean your mom and i.”

he rolled his eyes, “absolutely not richie. my mom would never get with you and i would die of embarrassment if it were sonia. she’d probably kidnap and lock me in my old room, never to be seen again. probably boss.”

eddie turned to you after the group cackled of laughter, especially richie at the response he was given. the two of you currently shared a science class together in college and the asthmatic based some of his question off of this. "alright y/n, would u rather hook up with one of football players or with mr. jackson down at the science lab?”

you placed the palm of your hand on your cheek, into a thinking position and replied. "well, i kind of answered that question at last weekend’s party?" beverly jumped up at this and gasped. "no way! with which one?"

"i don’t kiss and tell." you smirked. the others gagged at that. “ah okay, i see. that’s where you went when we couldn’t find you again.” ben commented. stanley had been a bit quiet during the conversation and decided to speak up. adding to this, while looking at you pointedly. "you kind of just did tell and admitted at the fact that you sucked off some guy.”

you weren’t usually the type to get flustered during conversations like this. instead owning it as if you weren’t bothered. this helped you avoid any teasing or any richie’s usual jokes. "at least i'm getting some!" muttering in stanley’s direction.

"i swear if you guys argue for one more minute, i'm going to shoot myself. go y/n. it’s your turn." mike spoke up in between you and stanley, trying to get the game rolling again.

you smiled, feeling a little eager at the next question. you looked at the curly haired sitting across the room from you. the others groaned knowing you were about to pick on him in some kind of way. "uris. for the rest of your sex life, would you rather be the top or bottom?”

he blinked in your direction, probably wanting to smack you for the inappropriate question. “depends, is it with anyone specific?” you looked down sheepishly, then back up. is this a trick question? i mean sometimes you did find stanley a little bit too attractive. “do you want it to be?” deciding to quip back with equal attitude, you asked.

the group looked between the two of you while waiting for a response from uris. the tension was so thick that it could be cut with a knife. letting out a scoff in return, he looked at you in the eyes and glared. speaking in a low tone, you almost didn’t hear him. "uh, i don’t know.”

"what do you mean? you don’t know?" richie snickered.

bill, beverly, ben, and mike started to get the picture together. eddie figured it out just a second before them, when you burst out giggling. before you could stop from helping yourself, you let out a harsh jab. “oh shit, that explains why you’re always so uptight! maybe you should unbutton some of that polo? might help so you aren’t choking on all that innocence."

that only made matters worse, the last pin in place to set him off. stanley angrily spewed some words under his breath. only catching your name, you figured it was most likely something badly about you. quickly getting up from his spot, his curls bounced up and down when he rushed upstairs to one of the bedrooms.

the others watched him disappear from the top step sadly and looked back at you with the look. you had the decency to look a bit guilty, an awkward grimace on your face. "uh, why are you all looking at me like that?"

eddie leaned over to elbow you and gave his puppy dog eyes in pleading. you sighed but started getting up anyway. you laced your hands together in front of your stomach, nerves a bit jittery at being in a room alone with him. "well, to state my case we were all having that kind of discussion! if he wasn't such a prude..." you trailed off.

ben got up, patting your shoulder. "we all know this but stanley is sensitive about these kinds of things. go apologize while we're on break now and we’ll get some drinks going."

you nodded and turned back around, starting towards the stairs and walked up slowly. richie decided this was a good time to be the loud trashmouth that he is and shouted. "it was nice knowing you, y/n!"

shaking your head, you reached the last step and rounded the corner. hearing a slap noise, you assumed tozier was probably getting hit on the back of his head. a moment later a "beep beep" came from mike and you let out a small laugh in relief that they had your back against the loud mouth.

strolling down the hallway, you spotted the second guest bedroom door closed and decided to knock on it. stan heard a faint knock and got up from the bed to open it, seeing y/n he groaned. "oh, it's just you."

you ignored his disappointed comment and bit your lip. looking up and down to observe his new look. he must have just changed. wearing a regular light blue t-shirt and grey sweats. you shook your head and looked up to see his grin, catching you in the act of checking him out.

rolling your eyes in response, like he usually did and walking around him, you closed the bedroom door shut after stepping inside. you grabbed a handful of stanley’s shirt and pushed him against the back of the door. more like he allowed you to do this but you were definitely in control of the situation.

you leaned in towards him and swiped the back of your thumb over his bottom lip to test his reaction. when he didn’t swat your hand away, you went on the tip of your toes and brushed his lips against yours.

stanley gasped into your mouth and deciding to use this as an opportunity, you placed the tip of your tongue on the bottom of his lip. right before you could actually do this, he apparently read your mind and left his mouth open purposely. you wanted to slap him.

nonetheless, he allowed you total access. surprising him on purpose, you shoved your tongue in his mouth. wishfully thinking about how you wanted to somehow choke him with it. he grabbed both sides of your shoulders and scooted you closer, clashing his teeth with yours. not wanting to let up the control he tried to grab, you grasped the back of his neck tightly and felt light-headed. sensing wetness pooling between your thighs from enjoying this too much, you cursed to yourself.

a small moan escaped out from your lips and as if it was his fault, you nipped his bottom lip. you tried to quickly get rid the thought of ever giving into stanley uris. he hissed sharply, tasting slight blood from the nick. uris mumbled. "bitch."

this angered you more. pulling away from his lips, you put on a fake smile. moving in a bit closer to mess with the collar of his shirt, you tugged on it roughly, your face still close with his. "ready to not be a virgin anymore, virgin?" you retorted.

he smirked, "as long as i'm not one anymore, i don't care who it's with. even someone like you." he emphasized in a nasty tone. you pulled the shirt up over his head and uttered out. "shut the hell up." stan hummed happily after his shirt was pulled up to see that you were glaring from his reply. the two of you heard loud steps down the hall by the stairs, so you placed a finger over his mouth.

after a moment later, you heard what you assumed was someone in the bathroom, closing door the shut. letting out a breath not realizing you were holding it, stanley took this as a distraction to slip your finger into his mouth. you gasped, eyes widening, "what the hell!"

pulling your hand back, you spoke and stared in his eyes to let him know just how serious you were. "here's how it's going to go if you want to get laid, uris. we're doing this my way. don't play around anymore and definitely don’t talk too much so i can picture literally anyone other than you."

stanley looked into your eyes, searching for any hints of a lie from your remark. when he saw your eyes looking clearly back into his, he sighed in defeat. not letting it show, he grinned nastily. ”fine by me, y/l/n.”

"now, bird-boy are you sure you can handle this?" you stated more than questioned, an eyebrow quirked up. you held onto the top of his sweats with an eyebrow quirked up. he clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth together so hard he hoped they wouldn't crack. "fuck you y/n."

“no, that’s what i’ll be doing to you.” disagreeing and putting your palm over him. “what do we have here?” you asked out loud, in general all snarky. he let out an annoyed noise when he felt you tease fingertips across his hard length. so, in retaliation, he grabbed your wrist and pushed the palm of your hand harder onto him.

you gasped at how big he was. you tried to cover the surprise, a ‘tsk, tsk’ falling from your lips. not letting go quickly enough stanley noticed this and smirked at you. frowning, you murmured. "ever heard of patience? such a bad boy."

uris let out a small, quiet groan from feeling your hands come off of him. which was something you caught and figured having teased him enough, you put your hands around the waistband of his pants. tugging them off along with his boxers. afterwards you pushed him down onto the bed and before he could do anything, you quickly made work of your shirt. pulling it over your head and unclipping your bra as well.

he put a hand through his curls, smoothing them out from the fall when he fell into the comforter. watching you, he could feel himself hardening painfully. he felt needy and done with the wait. pulling your wrist closer he pleaded. “come on, hurry. please y/n.”

”fine, you’ve waited long enough like a good little boy.” stanley flushed at your approving compliment and tried to hide it, looking down. you saw this when you moved to sit on top of him and smiled. grabbing his chin lightly, you tilted his head back up. while looking into his light brown eyes, you held his wrist and tugged his hand so it laid over on top your breast.

stanley’s breath hitched and you moved inwards toward his neck. your warm breath was touching his skin, feeling cheeks reddening more. uris felt, palmed, and squeezed a little as you sucked small hickeys on his neck. not to dark but enough to be just visible if one were close up.

kissing his cheek and tilting back up, he dropped his hand and you happened to see his cheeks and neck all red. the quick switch of his attitude still shocked you to the core. ”are you sorry for calling me a bad name, baby?” he ignored your comment like a brat and kissed the inside of your wrist. you melted a little in his touch before going back to the task at hand.

you slowly let out of his grasp to unbuckle the belt and unbutton your shorts. you shimmied out of them and wanting to hurry up, you just moved your panties to the side and out of the way. pumping him a few times, you started to align him to your center. before you moved down onto him, you placed your hand on his cheeks in a sweet gesture and silently asked for reassurance. he nodded and you slowly slid down into him, both of you letting out small moans. “feel so good.” you muttered.

stilled for a moment, you let yourself adjust to his length and him to the feel. your hips went back up and you moved in forward, kissing him again. it slowly turned into a sloppy make out when you slammed your hips back down again. his tongue shoved in your mouth when you gasped in pleasure. after you found a rhythm you babbled on and on about how stanley was doing so good for you.

"i need you to put your fingers on my clit and rub." you said softly but still in a demanding tone. directing his hand exactly where you wanted it, you nodded when he looked at you again. his fingers moved quickly, drawing out an orgasm that you felt nearing.

lacing your fingers through his curly hair. stanley let out a loud moan as you tugged the locks. "now for the sake of you being able to cum, i'm going to ask again. are you sorry my baby boy?" he really didn't want to have to see the satisfactory in your face if he apologized. though, after a small moment went by, he realized that you weren't joking.

he let out a small, almost incoherent whine. pleading you with his big hazel eyes, "i-i'm sorry y/n. so sorry, c-can i cum please?" stanley would have never thought he'd be the submissive type but he found himself melting at your praises, quite easily. he liked letting you have some control and for once being able to sit back.

you smirked at him and let go. patting his cheek in almost a mocking way. "awe such a good boy but i think you can wait another minute." his eyes widened and you placed your hands back up onto his chest, steadying your balance before moving your hips back up and down repeatedly and harshly against his. he moaned when you kept going back down on his cock. feeling his pelvis right up against your very sensitive bundle of nerves, you squirmed.

stanley smirked, feeling you tighten around him. knowing you were close was a relief. constantly feeling so good on him made him hard and straining inside of you. tears prickling in the back of his eyes and wanting to cum so badly was difficult. uris felt not wanting to disobey you was more important as he patiently waited. pushing harder on your clit is what caused you to unravel, tightening completely around him. "oh fuck! s-such a good boy. cum with me now."

he came so hard, the hardest ever. which wasn't much to go off on, from the obvious conversation before. feeling euphoria, you rode through your high and his, milking every last drop of cum. you started to feel shaky. before your hips gave out, you placed one last kiss on his slightly darkening hickey.

after you fell on the bed next to him, he pulled you close. you turned your head in his embrace, eyes widening. you knew without a doubt they looked like they were probably about to fall out of the sockets. assuming even bigger eyes then richie's usual ones due to his glasses.

uris pursed his lips, kissing the top of your forehead before he could overthink it. “we need to talk. y/n/n." you tried to open your mouth, but closed it again. stanley used your nickname, he has never used it before. you were in disbelief, frozen, and unable to say a word. he rescued you and spoke up again. "you know i don't hate you, right?"

you swallowed feeling like a brick was falling from your shoulders and nodded. "i don't hate you either stan. this is not what i was expecting though to make up." you giggled causing him to chime in. the awkwardness was finally settled but you paused and asked nervously. "do you think we're worse than eddie and richie?"

he shook his head, not even needing to think on it and responded sweetly. "no, we're okay now and i have a feeling that richie will tease eddie even after we're all dead."

you laughed together once more, agreeing with stan’s opinion which would probably be a proven fact one day. "that's true. poor eddie!" snuggling closer into his back and finally, truly feeling at peace.

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