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darling--angst · 21 days

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Ft. Tecchuo Suihiro

Tecchuo Suihiro's relationship alphabet {A,B,D}

Affections

Mostly shows affection at home, like to shower you with: kisses, hugs, care, love, whatever you need name it, he'll give it.

I believe that he isn't the type to be lovey dovey with his s/o work or at public but will and can be.

He always makes sure to give you a kiss before sleeping in your shared bed.

Loves it when you spend time with him. In fact, he's happy just to be with you.

Scenario: You were sitting on the couch, it was early morning on one of the days both you and Tecchuo had day-offs. Flipping through the pages of a book you longed to read, you took a sip of your coffee. The door of your shared door creaked along with the wooden floor, looking where the noise came from; you say Tecchuo. He was sleepy and is still on his pajamas wearing a white t-shirt that showed his muscles and black loose pants. He walked over to you and gave you a hug in the neck from your back. You gently smiled at his pretty bed head, he buried his head on the crook of your neck. You gave him a peck on the cheek, your nose brushing against the side of his face.

"G'Morning Hiro" You said with a smile. "Hello love..." He inhaled your scent before kissing your collarbone. The two of you sat like that for a while, before he did some routines. After a while, he returned and flopped down to the couch beside you.

"What are you reading?" He curiously asked, you leaned your head on his shoulder as you continuously read before replying: "A good novel by Natsume Soseki" .

"What's it about?" He leaned on your head, looking over the book that you held in your hands.

You chuckled lightly sending him in a confusion. "How about we read it together then? Afterall I'm only starting" You smiled and moved your eyes to meet his.

"That would be great.." He formed an unconscious smile.

You both spent hours reading the book, cuddling up in the couch. Giving a few pecks to each other, a few laughs, and smiles. He was hugging you, and you used each other as your own personal pillows.

Breakfast

Makes sure to brew you your coffee before work.

Definitely wakes up earlier than you and prepares breakfast.

He cannot cook sophisticated dishes, he always makes you sandwiches so you won't starve at work.

He can cook basic food but ends up making his weird food combinations.

Cooked you eggs and bacons one time and it ended up well.

Scenario: You woke up with an empty space beside you. As your vision cleared up, the smell of fried and toasted bacons hit your nose, you were quick to figure out it was Tecchuo and the fact that it is Monday also. You folded the blanket and fix your bed as fast as you could just so that you could sot up to look at the time on your phone that was resting on your bedstand, as you looked, you could only have widened eyes at the time. You rushed outside your shared bedroom to be met with Tecchuo, wearing his uniform and an apron while he cooked. He turned around to see you but ended up seeing your messy and unready state while you looked at him, who was wearing his uniform with no wrinkles and his hair perfectly combed comparable to your bed head.

"Good Morning Hiro" You looked away in embarrassment

"Good Morning love" He lightly chuckled at you with the corner of his lips slightly moving upwards.

You cleared your voice before you headed to the bathroom and brushed your teeth and washed your face. You changed your oversized shirt to your uniform, stepping out you were met with Tecchuo waiting in a chair like a puppy while across the table was food. Your eyes met his and you had a look of apology while he only smiled, sitting up and dragging a chair to make room for you to sit, you obliged and sat down. Noticing your favorite coffee you looked up to Tecchuo with a smile.

"You've made my coffee.?" You asked in which he responded with a small nod.

"Thank you Hiro!" You sat up and gave him peck on the lips.

He was taken aback at first, regaining his composure he smiled. A faint tint of red visible on his cheeks and ears.

Dates

Dates with Tecchuo is rare, romantic, and simple.

A house date would suffice, dinner or watching a movie; it's always one of the two, sometimes both.

Dinner date: You will make something that you both agreed on, he'll prepare the table and you will eat together. He'll clean and pack up the dishes for you.

Scenario: It was a cold Sunday night and you and your boyfriend decided to have a romantic dinner together. You were frying some tempura shrimps as a side dish. You were almost finished cooking now, you cooked some rice, made some sushi, noodle soup, tofu, and some fried string beans. Suddenly, a pair of arms hugged your from behind and a chin rested on your shoulder.

"That smells so good love..." He kissed your neck and hugged your waist, pulling you closer to him. You gasped at first but after hearing your lover's voice, you blushed and coughed in embarrassment.

"Hiro.. the food's gonna be burnt..", you tried to excuse yourself and leave his grasp but he swiftly pulled you back to him again. You tilted your head to the side in an attempt to look at him but he stayed in the same position as before making it harder for you to look at him. With a small twist of his fingers on the stove switch, and it closed.

You reached for a plate and transferred the dish from the pan. “Hiro, food's already cooked” you kissed his cheek that rested on your shoulder

Movie date: Mostly on Sunday nights, he'll buy some popcorn from the nearby store.

Scenario: You both were walking home from the Hunting Dogs HQ, you were drained out and stressed. You were slouching while walking, wanting to go to your bed and eat some ramen. You and Tecchuo haven't gone on dates recently since it's always work that you both prioritize on. You'll have breakfast with him, go to work, go back home, then cuddle, no dates nor breaks. An idea then popped into your head and you straightened your posture before looking at Tecchuo who was beside you with sparkling eyes. He looked at you and tilted his head in confusion before you spoke up."Let's watch a movie"

He nodded in determination, wanting to spend more time with you.

"I'll go buy some popcorn at that store" Ho pointed at a store nearby before walking there.

A few minutes passed and you both headed to your shared apartment with the snacks and drinks you bought. After removing your shoes and changing into more comfortable clothes, you saw him lying on the couch. You decided to peep at what he's doing, so you leaned your arm on the couch rest while you rested your chin at your palm. “Wake up” you poked his cheek and he fluttered his eyes open. You felt yourself blush before you stood up and coughed to hide your embarrassment. “I'll just microwave the popcorn and prepare the other snacks. Would you mind to pick the movie.. please..?” You said the last part quietly and you saw his lips slightly curve into a smile. “I wouldn't mind” He said before sitting up and opening the TV. After arranging the snacks you headed back to the living room with a large bowl of popcorn in your hand, you glanced at him. He looks so serious just trying to pick a movie.

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sturniololoco · 9 months

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Stressed

M. Sturniolo x fem reader

Requested: Nope

Warnings: none. Pure fluff

Note: this is not my first time writing, but it is my first time posting. SO BE NICE! ❤️

Y/N’s POV

It’s been a long week. My stress levels have been through the roof since Monday morning. I’ve been having to work double shifts due to people slacking off, and on top of all that I had to do all the cooking, cleaning, and laundry for three people, NOT including myself.

I live with the Sturniolo triplets, which is one of my many blessings. But sometimes living with three boys can be a lot to handle, especially when they’re busy all week with filming and photo shoots.

But it was finally Friday, and I can now take my time to relax and watch a movie with the boys.

Only that was NOT the case

Friday meant pizza, and pizza meant movie, and movie meant fighting over couch spots, blankets, pillows, and etc. All of these things led to on stop bickering and a constant headache.

“Chris! What the fuck is wrong with you that was my seat!” Nick yelled at the youngest triplet, who had the biggest smirk on his face.

“I don’t see your name on it.” Chris retorted, stuffing a handful of Nicks popcorn into his mouth.

That set Nick off.

Nick and Chris were now girl fighting; smacking the others faces and pulling each others hair, while, as usual, being extremely loud.

“I cant fucking do this anymore” I numbed under my breath, tears threatening to leaf all due to my horrible headache. I divided it was best to call it a night and head up to my room.

Matt’s POV

I was sitting on the corner sot on our couch, waiting for Y/N to come and join us so I could press play on the movie. But then all hell broke loose over a spot on the couch and now Nick and Chris were having at it.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Y/N walking to the stairs, looking like shes about to cry.

A pang of guilt hits me like a train.

I know shes had a very stressful week at work, and my brothers and I were not helping.

“HEY! Would you two shut the fuck up!”

My two brothers stop dead in their tracks and look at me, shocked that I raised my voice so loud. Chris opens his mouth to say something but I cut him off.

“Did you two not see how upset and stressed Y/N was?!? Did you even notice she left because of you?”

Chris closed his mouth and gave a guilty look. Nick looked at the ground to avoid my stare.

“You two better fix your fucking act by the time I get back. I’m going to check on Y/N.” I announce, leaving them where they stand.

I head to the kitchen, grab the bottle of Tylenol and bottle of water, and then make my way up stairs.

Y/N’s POV

I soon as I turned my lights on and shut the door behind me, Immediately burst into tears. I walk across the room and collapsed on my bead, sobbing into my pillow.

After about 5 minuets, my breathing slowed down and the tears turned into rain rarer than a river. As soon as I sit up I hear a soft knock on my door.

“Come I-In” I say, mentally cursing that the crack in my voice. The door is softly pushed open, revealing Matt, holding a bottle of Tylenol and some water.

“Hey baby,” he says, walking over and putting the medicine and water on my nightstand. He sits down next to me and runs a slow hand through my hair.

I hum and lean into him, the motion soothing my headache. He lets out a light chuckle and pulls me closer to him.

He gently lies back on the bed with me lying on top of him, my face in the crook of his neck.

“Why don’t you get some sleep baby, you look exhausted.” He murmurs softly in my ear while he plants a soft kiss to the top of my head. My eyes were already half way closed.

“Don’t leave me. I want you.” I mumbled, afraid he might leave in the middle of the night.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m not going anywhere”

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dannystheone · 1 year

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Lee Kenny with the spot being feet?

Ah sorry I know it's been a while since you sent this in but I finally had an idea for it! Another anon sent in a request for SOT that someone could be thrown in makeshift stocks as punishment for screwing up the game after reclaiming the stick of truth from Clyde, and my brain just kinda created this mashup lol

So here's a teeny SOT drabble of Kenny getting what he deserves teehee I'm trying to work on my drabbles more and not have quite so many details in my writing without taking away from the atmosphere of the story if that makes ANY sense

also i finished this at 3 am if its crap spare me plz

Revenge On Princess Kenny! (Lee Princess Kenny/Ler Stan and Kyle)

WARNINGS: Kids swearing, feet tickles (with and without socks), and SPOILERS for the Stick of Truth game

The boys get Kenny back after what Kenny subjected them to at their final showdown!

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"MMPH!! Guhuhuymph! Wehehem cahahaham tahahahamlk ahahahaboumt thihihihimph!!" Princess Kenny's eyes screwed shut as she kicked her ankles in protest of what was currently being done to her. Elbows secured her ankles in place as fingers scribbled up her feet in an experienced way.

"No way dude, you totally traitored us. Just because you have a kickass backstory doesn't mean you can backstab your friends." Kyle angrily commented, and dug his fingers in Princess Kenny's toe spaces. Princess Kenny squealed as the sensation zipped up her thigh like a jolt of electricity.

"Yehehehemph ihihihihihimph dohohohomph!! Thahahamph mahahamph imph cohohohool!!" Princess Kenny giggled behind her hood as her legs tried to pull back from the tickles skittering up and down her feet. Stan and Kyle had her ankles in a tight headlock as her upper body was free to move. She couldn't do much to free herself with all her wriggling, however.

"Princess Kenny if you wanted to have a dark and angsty backstory you can hang out with the goth kids. You're either a cute pretty princess from Japan who controls unicorns, or you're a half-orc half-human who watched her people get wiped out before her very eyes. You can't have it both ways, God." Cartman, who was spectating from the couch, butted in. He was watching the scene with the New Kid sitting next to him; the New Kid watching with that usual blank stare.

"B-Buhuhumph I ahahahamph bohohohomph! Tehehe-hmhmhmph!" Princess Kenny was suddenly overwhelmed with giggles as Stan formed his hand into a big five-fingered claw and shook all five fingers in Kenny's foot at once.

"Yeah Kenny, just 'cause you have a dark backstory doesn't mean you can be an asshole and steal the stick for total power. Like, what kind of a dick move is that. You saw how literally NO ONE else moved for the stick when it was offered to them except for you, right?" Stan added while keeping up his claw technique. Kyle had Kenny's foot lodged in the crook of his elbow and his chest, making it easy for him to scribble his fingers back and forth to wherever he wanted to target.

"Ihihihihimph wahahahamph juhuhuhumph plahahahayimph myhyhyhy chahahaharachtermph! MhmhmHMHMHMPH!! MMM!!" Princess Kenny's dress ruffled as her struggling grew more erratic. Stan found a choice spot in the middle of the ball of her foot. He scritched a blunt nail down the line of it and tightened his grip on her ankle. Thankfully she was wearing shorts underneath that dress.

"Oh I see, so you're saying if you were to be offered the Stick of Truth again and kill all your friends in the pursuit of dominant universal power, you would do it again?" Kyle questioned, and started slipping off Kenny's white sock in preparation for his potential answer. Stan and Kyle halted their tickling for just a moment, and looked back at Princess Kenny for her response.

Princess Kenny had a hand over her beating chest as she caught her breath. She adjusted her golden wig and crown as she thought of her honest answer. Her bare toes flexed as Stan also stripped her of her sock. Would she be honest and tell the truth, or try and save her skin?

Cartman loudly slurped on a juice box in the background, filling the would-be tense moment with sucking noises.

"Mmm, yemph. Imph parmt omph my bamchphory thamph I plot againmph orcs amph humamphs, so I woulmph tamph themph stimph againmph for powermph amph fame. Amph boobiemphs." Princess Kenny muffled behind her hood. She seemed confident in her answer. She even crossed her arms over her chest.

Stan and Kyle exchanged glances with each other, their eyes lidded with knowing looks. One look at Stan's face adorned with his steel helmet and one look at Kyle's face donned with his thorn crown, and they immediately launched their fingers back into Princess Kenny's bare feet with renewed energy.

"N-MHMHMHMMHM!! MMM! MHMHMHMPH! GUHMHMHMPHS!!" Princess Kenny squealed and bucked as she kicked her feet back and forth to try and dislodge her attackers. Kyle and Stan kept tight holds on her ankles as they curled their sides into her and shook their fingers into her skin.

"Don't you remember how you traumatized King Douchebag, Princess Kenny? You, the fairest maiden of all the land, inflicting the most damage upon our most sacred warrior? Have you no shame? And you dare say you would do it all over again for fame, power, and... boobies? Well, to be fair, that does sound pretty sweet. But still, not cool dude!" Cartman scolded. The New Kid silently watched as Princess Kenny twisted all over the carpet as her friends scribbled their fingers into her defenseless feet.

"LOOK PRINCESS KENNY! LOOK HOW TRAUMATIZED HE IS! HE WILL NEVER FORGET FIGHTING NAZI ZOMBIE UNICORNS AND SWALLOWING YOUR PRINCESS NAZI ZOMBIE BARF!! HE'S JUST A BOY FOR GOD'S SAKE!!" Cartman reached over and squished the New Kid's face with both hands to accentuate his innocence. The New Kid sat there plainly without saying a word as his cheeks were squished.

Stan looked over to Cartman and saw him with his hands on the New Kid. "Cartman leave the New Kid alone. He's not traumatized, Jesus." Kyle shook his head at the scene and put his fingers between Kenny's toes to tickle between all his spaces. That got a big reaction from him.

"Jesus wasn't even a part of the battle because of how gritty it was! The action! The suspense! You'll never be completely over it, will you, New Kid?" The New Kid opened his mouth to speak, but Cartman put a finger over his mouth.

"Spare me your sugar-coated lies, my lamb! Do not cover for the Princess! She's aware of her actions and she said she would inflict them upon you once more for materialistic treasures! Have you no heart, Fair Maiden? Have you no heart..." Cartman covered his heart with his hand as he was now standing on the couch in his drama.

Stan and Kyle slowly stopped tickling Kenny and let him go eventually as they watched where Cartman was going with this. The New Kid craned his neck up to watch as well as Princess Kenny smoothed out her dress and retrieved her discarded socks.

"What are you going on about, fatass?" Kyle asked aloud. Cartman's eyes opened as if he just became aware of where he was. He dropped from the couch and picked up his juice box to slurp obnoxiously from it again.

"Oh, I dunno. I just got super bored and made up a gay poem out of nowhere. Anyway, you guys wanna see Asses of Fire 2? They just released it in the theatre." Cartman announced and threw his juice box behind him when he was finished.

"Oh pfft, like you have to ask? The hell are we doing here then? Come on, let's go see!" Kyle exclaimed. The four guys, New Guy included, started for the door. Kenny trailed behind them and threw her hands up.

"Omph, whamph themph fumph? Guymph, I don'mph hamph money to see imph!" Princess Kenny shouted behind her hood. The guys looked at each other while New Kid stayed silent.

"Uh, anyone paying for Kenny's ticket?" Stan asked.

"Uh no."

"Fuck no."

"Yeah me neither."

"...."

A moment of silence passed as Princess Kenny crossed her arms angrily. They all shrugged as they started for the door again.

"Sorry about that dude! Maybe don't traitor your friends if you're not even gonna be successful with the stick next time." Kyle shrugged as they all shut the door in Kenny's face.

"Fumph youmph guymphs, serioumphly."

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pleasedontkickme · 3 months

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quid pro quo!!!

17, 19, and 27!!!

17. talk about your writing and editing process

Now here’s what I do. I take either my laptop or phone and I go sit on the couch in the living room. If my roommates are there instead I’ll go back to my room and cry. But otherwise I’ll sit in front of the big tv and put a YouTube video on of some sort of nature ambience—it CANNOT have music in it, but it can’t be too silent. Typically, I find that the peaceful background noise of a harsh blizzard works the best. Blizzard and nighttime snow videos get me in the best space to write sots specifically. I love this one video of a car driving on a snowy forest path at night for sots, but if my roommates walk by they say it’s “creepy” so then I’ll turn it off. Anyways then I make some English breakfast tea with 3 tablespoons of sugar and oat milk. Then my blinds need to be lifted just about an eighth of the way up so as to not let too much light in my delicate, failing blue eyes. It should be noted that morning is the best time for my brain to write, so the angle of the sun is perfect. If all of these conditions are met, I can get my attention span to MAYBE let me focus enough to write. If not, I’ll go back into my room and cry if I haven’t already.

To edit I simply give my eyes a 24 hour break, go back for grammar and spelling, take another 24 hour break, and then rewrite the whole thing. I have been told I should give myself longer to edit. I’m too impatient for this.

19. the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic

So as I was writing the nightmares for sots chapter 4, I originally only had the first two parts of it in the draft. As I was hinting at these nightmares, and about how Ryan feels about [REDACTED], my friend my good friend @oh-cosmia was like “I bet he feels like a bunraku puppet” and I said. Huh?

Anyways so I watch some videos and i immediately have the inspiration to add the puppet part and last part of the nightmares, which I write all in one sitting, which helps get me to finish the chapter overall. Seriously, have you seen those things?? Look them up.

27. your favorite part of the writing process

When the perfect inspiration for a really good sentence hits and it gets you to write and you’re able to send a screenshot to friends going “hey look at this” and the rush you get from it is what I imagine people get when they send nudes.

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peachsugarr · 1 year

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Heyyy, Was wondering if you could do some headcannons with a Y/N (She is just King douchebag from SOT) that gets reveiled to everyone shes a girl. Cause simce they met her they thought she was a dude. Shes just stares at them blankly and shrugs at their confusion and shock cause she dont care.

normally i don’t pen this type of request, but this ask was sent before i made my masterlist; hence you had no way of knowing that in advance. so i’ll write this for you, just to be nice! think of it as a grandfather clause of sorts. all i ask in return, is for you to read the rules if/when you want to send more asks.

also, happy pride month everyone!

as a lesbian myself, i hope everyone, in both the queer community and their allies, enjoys themselves and all the rights we have fought for over the years!

𓆩♡𓆪 surprise gender reveal 𓆩♡𓆪

ever since you came to south park, you’ve always chose to represent as AMAB

you always had tomboyish tendencies, but this choice was less about preference and more of a necessity

all you knew you weren’t interested in whatever the girls were doing and the boys had a really fun game that they definitely wouldn’t let girls into

so that was that

it wasn’t hard at all

you went by a masculines version of y/n or some basic boys name that started with the same letter (all that goes to waste when they just call you douchebag imao)

if your hair was long, you either just kept your strands pinned up in a hat or just cut it all off with safety scissors until it looked like a crew cut made with a weed whacker, and if it was already short, you just let it go unsettled as is

despite a few changes, your body practically looked the same as any of the boys, and they were never something that couldn’t be hidden with some huge shirt you “borrowed” from your dad

they let you in without a hitch, and you play through the game normally, fighting madly over a tree branch and going on zany adventures (you did laugh your ass off about being blindfolded into the girl’s “ committee”, but you kept that inside your head)

a few months passed, and you feel like you’ve hit your peak

you’ve become king douchebag, and everybody mostly respects you, even cartman!

the parents are off your back about having friends, and while confused about the sudden change, don’t really care about it.

all of it could’ve crumbled on that one inconvenient afternoon

you were duking it out with a random thief; turns out they stole loot from your super cool fortress (your bedroom)

you try to use your powers to subdue the threat to your kingdom, but he seems to have the energy of ten thousand crackheads (excluding tweek)

just then, he knees y/n right into your crotch

the game has rules against farting on someone’s balls, but they never said you couldn’t roshambo them

you falls on your knees, yelping in agony

while it still stings, you get back on your knees, ready to battle again, when butters shouts in a panic

“oh hamburgers, i think y/n’s gonna go to heaven!”

kyle interjects, saying

“butters, you don’t need to fucking shout! y/n’s going to be alright”

“then what’s that on their pants!”

you look down your body, pissed beyond belief that they’re stopping the game over this, getting hit really wasn’t THAT big of a deal…

and then you see it. a pool of crimson decided to start around your thighs, a stark contrast that nobody couldn’t notice

you didn’t know what it was at first, as you didn’t have the best sex-ed education

your parents were too busy protecting their identities to really explain to you what a period was

mr. garrison just said that periods were “something that makes a woman a total bitch!”

and the movie you watched behind the couch, as your parents had a movie night, just had a girl get pelted with tampons for bleeding

with your experience, you did what any great ruler would do, one that was determined to defend their land and people from troubles ahead

you stopped the game abruptly and ran home

the boys all had different reactions. some wanted to comfort you, some whined about what a lousy asshole you were leaving them there, and others thought they were having a funeral pyre next week

whatever they thought, they still chased you because they couldn’t do much by themselves when the game revolved around you

you didn’t care about any of that. you ran as fast your stubby little legs could carry you

you covered your body with your coat, wanting to dissolve into your clothing entirely

you didn’t stray too far from your house, and you and your group soon slam the door open, coming on your mom drinking her third bottle of wine today (she was getting better)

you spout a glibbish mess of sentences about bleeding out and dying, you not knowing why this is happening to you, that you loved her very much, before falling into a pleading sob

your mom holds your hand tight, before laughing right in your face

you’re still worried but also pissed that she thinks your death is a fucking joke; you ask what is wrong with her

“Oh, y/n! you’re not hurt at all.

thanks again, cartman

your mom is shocked that you’ve been lying to them this whole time, and carefully fills like everything

they are respectful to her for the most part, what with cartman making objections and craig just…leaving mid conversation.

you are panicking inside, but you decide to take it in stride and take whatever decision they give you

the last few days are awkward for both you and them

you could cut through the tension through your cardboard sword

they ask a concerning amount of questions about you being a girl

especially princess kenny

princess kenny wants to know everything about you, girlfriend

it’s all met with eye rolls and intense shrugging

so much so that your head and shoulders hurt from doing it

despite their shock, your genitals really didn’t matter before and you doubt they will now

they call you into a meeting with them, and your cool facade starting cracking under the rumbling in your stomach

they all look at you in total awe, like you’re a witch being burned alive in salem

the whispering grows among them, and you hum to yourself quietly just to drown it out

the final judgement comes in.

stan starts to give a half-assed speech but cartman interrupts not even a sentence in

while you have committed the capital crime of being a girl, you are awesome enough�� where they can overlook that

you can keep both your title and all the powers you had before

you are bursting with joy, but you keep your celebration to jimmying in your seat so they don’t take that all back

life soon turns to normal, but a few differences have become apparent

cartman seems to not personally approve of you staying in the LARP (he’s still in his “girls have cooties” stage)

he’s still decent to you (as he can be, anyways) but you noticed he gives you less quests and xp than before

not that matters at this point, but you act a bit more snarky towards him

even flipping him off once or twice

you worry that stan is going to barf on you at any moment, so you start wearing a raincoat around him

he never does though, for he has eyes on a certain ruler in another kingdom

positive changes come your way, nevertheless

for example, you get the comedy of clyde declaring to everyone he’s not gay for having a crush on you (craig is not pleased. at all)

several debates were held over you in craig’s gang

and kenny starts to hang out with you more, what with you two being the only “girls” around to talk to

overall, while you wish that you could’ve kept your secret longer, it didn’t mean squat in the end, as these guys would have stuck with you regardless.

you spend all day planning for the next big game, planning your outfits and attacks with excitement

you even try wearing a skirt/more feminine colors with your outfit, because maybe being a girl isn’t so bad after all

that is, until you have to miss out on the first branch of the superhero arc due to your cramps putting a vice grip on your ovaries like you owe them millions

goddamnit.

if you made it all the way here, thank you so much for reading. if you liked what you see, please don’t hesitate to put fic or head-canon ideas in my inbox! i’m only writing style for now, but can’t wait to see the possibilities. other anon; i will publish your story idea soon, i apologize for the wait.

hope you all have a lovely day!

-filia

#south park headcanons #south park #stick of truth #kyle brovlofski #stan marsh #eric cartman #butters stotch #kenny mccormick #y/n headcanons #please send me some shit #craig tucker #clyde donovan #tw: periods

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icyschreviews · 2 years

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A Review of Prince of Persia (2008)

What injury have I done to you, Ubisoft?

Ha, ha, let’s all laugh because the developers named a donkey after Farah. Some of you might find this joke offensive, but to me it’s genuinely hilarious. It’s precisely this kind of playful self-awareness which allows the reboot to re-examine the franchise in a new light. The scene where the Prince first bumps into Elika might have been snatched from a high school drama, but that’s where the tropes end. Elika is no damsel in distress and while you’re still playing as the Prince, you’re very much the sidekick in this adventure. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

2008’s Prince of Persia is the self-titled reboot of the series. Much like Sands of Time, it introduces a new set of characters and a new world for them to explore. Also much like SoT, it re-envisions the franchise’s gameplay mechanics. It’s a bold and innovative experience, further propelled by its fresh ideas and beautiful presentation. It’s a game for whose sequel I’d swallow my disdain, get down on my knees before Ubisoft’s worst vile and beg. It’s also a game that’s not perfect by any account.

There is a very clear vision towards which the reboot was striving for. After Warrior Within came out, the series made itself a reputation for catering only to h a r d c o r e gamers. Instead of pushing the franchise in that direction, the developers decided to switch course. The reboot is a game you’re meant to play laid back on your couch, without a single worry in the world.

There’s absolutely nothing wrong with this in itself. There’s no rule which says games need to be challenging. There’s no evidence which implies that more challenging games are better than less challenging ones. And the developers certainly didn’t make any lifetime commitment to keep churning out WW clones.

What ultimately degrades this game’s quality is not the fact that it’s as easy as dipping your toes in the sand and taking a sip of a piña colada. No, as with most games it’s tied to the design decisions and how they were implemented. In this case, it’s how the existing mechanics were modified to achieve a more lenient experience.

I can already feel most of you jumping out of your seats and raising your hand. No, I’m not talking about how Elika saves you from death. Sorry to disappoint. I’m actually quite in favor of this mechanic. The Prince of Persia series has always been based around trial and error. These games don’t expect you to nail everything on the first go and they’re designed with that in mind.

In the SoT trilogy, you were given the ability to rewind time. When you made a mistake, you could rewind back to a moment before that mistake was initiated. This commodity was limited, so once you run out of sands, your next mistake would be fatal. The developers were fully aware of how the previous games worked, so they decided to mask the rewind mechanic as something else that makes sense within the new universe. That is to say, with Elika.

Make no mistake, being rescued by Elika is no different than rewinding time. Both mechanics avoid the game over screen and give you an instant chance to try again. The only difference is that the rewind mechanic has a limit to its graciousness, while Elika does not. You might object that it’s precisely this difference which makes the reboot such a crime, but I’d have to disagree. Forcing you to see a game over screen, making you reload and repeat the parts you’ve previously beaten is not what constitutes as challenge. Challenge is when obstacles are hard to overcome. The reboot just lets players make another attempt a little bit quicker than its predecessors. Now as for the challenges themselves…

Props to my girl Elika for hurling this man around the entire game.

Let’s start dissecting this game with the platforming. Playing the reboot right after beating the other PoP titles is weird. I do not recommend it, especially not if you’re coming out of Forgotten Sands. FoS’ platforming made me manage up to 5 different buttons at a time in order to complete sets of tight and gripping challenges. Compared to that, the reboot’s platforming feels like it’s missing something from the equation.

It’s not just that the control scheme is different, it’s that significantly less input is required from the player. The jump button became a placebo for everything. It’s used to perform most of the actions, with some occasional inputs from the dedicated gauntlet and Elika buttons. Of those two I largely prefer the latter, as being pulled up by Elika somewhat mimics that dipping feeling you get on a roller coaster.

Even those few button prompts are scarcely needed. It took me ages to accept that some of the game’s stunts are performed on auto-pilot. Running along the ceiling is such a ridiculously powerful move I can’t believe it doesn’t require more input from the player. Sometimes I would accidentally press the jump button when the Prince was about to pull himself up a wall, because that animation looks like it’s begging for another prompt. Alas, that just sends you flying in the opposite direction. Later I thought my mind was blown when I realized you don’t need to hold down the jump button while wall running. Little did I know that you don’t even need to keep tilting the stick.

I got into the flow of things eventually, but while I understand how these design decisions play into the couch potato mindset, I can’t say I’m particularly fond of the simplified control scheme. Elika is already here to save me from the shame of ever seeing a game over screen, so why not use her to add a little bit of oomph to the platforming? I didn’t feel relived because there were less buttons to press, I felt robbed. My fingers were yearning for more engagement, but the game just told me to relax and crack a beer.

Well, I might just do that, game! Though my beer would go down a lot easier if the platforming was as immaculate as the game thought it was. The mistake you’ll most often make is jumping towards a wall at the wrong angle. If your aiming is a bit off, the Prince will initiate a wall run bellow the necessary height, making him miss his target and fall down the cliff side.

The game’s also not the greatest when it comes to registering inputs. This is a lot more prominent in combat, but more on that later. It’s less of an eyesore during platforming, but can get on your nerves eventually. So for example, the game sometimes won’t respond to the jump button when you’re trying to hop from one pole to another. Also if you start sliding down a vine, the Prince will stop himself just before he reaches the end of the shrubbery. There’s an annoying pause before the game registers another input to drop down.

Our Persian boy began his career by hopping over pits, but look how far he's gotten.

Although I nag, these instances are cracks on a seemingly perfect cake. Saying a PoP game has great animations is as novel as claiming that water is wet, but I’d like to point it out none the less. Each time platforming rubbed me the wrong way, there were ten other occasions where the game made it up to me. Generally, movement is as smooth as butter and there are a dozen of little details sprinkled in for the keen-eyed. My personal favorite touch is how there are two variations for the mundane act of pulling yourself up a ledge. If you release all buttons before grabbing onto one, the Prince will just keep hanging. However if you keep tilting up the stick, the Prince will quickly scramble on top without loosing momentum.

There is one more aspect that further enriches the platforming and it’s completely unique to the reboot. It’s hard to notice at first, but the levels have a sort of curvature to them. Many of the traversal mechanics are designed with this in mind. To initiate a wall run you have to jump towards it at a 45 degree angle, so to make bouncing off and landing convenient ledges are hexagonally shaped. Brass rings are often placed at corners of buildings, letting the Prince smoothly switch from one side to the other. The green plates let you spiral along the insides and outsides of towers. Polls are stringed circularly, pillars are skewed and you can prolong your wall run by jumping towards a perpendicular wall. All of this gives the reboot a significant amount of depth which makes the platforming in the SoT trilogy feel almost 2-dimensional.

What makes the platforming even more satisfying in the long run is that it’s a vehicle for some unscrupulous eye candy. Yes, this game is drop-dead gorgeous. Serious game critics don’t get hung up on a game’s graphics, but I just started drinking midway through a review, so who the hell cares any more? The reboot is the best looking PoP game by far. Scratch that, it’s one of the most beautiful games I’ve ever played, period. The presentation is so distinct, it’s instantly recognizable even to people who’ve never been near a PoP game before. Not to mention that it still looks amazing more than 10 years after it originally came out.

It’s hard to put into words why this game feels so mesmerizing. The story is set in a desert which bears marks of the Middle East, but most of this world feels new and fresh and alien. You’ll encounter citadels garnished by windmills, balloon held plateaus, golden domes emerging from the clouds and a ruined city surrounded by water lilies. I personally love the bottom-less hallway which connects the Spire of Dreams to the Coronation Hall. There’s something magical about how the sun shines through the stained-glass windows to cast light on rows of desecrated pillars.

The game’s atmosphere wouldn’t be nearly as alluring if it weren’t for the soundtrack. And, oh, what a soundtrack it is! Stuart Chatwood, you dastardly man, how dare you do this to me again? Chatwood’s work on other PoP titles is nothing short of iconic, but he really outdid himself with the reboot. The title track alone will send shivers down your spine, not to mention the rest of the OST which is packed with memorable numbers from start to finish.

This place is due for renovation, but it still looks amazing.

While the mystical feeling emanating from the world closely resembles the one found in Sands of Time, the reboot’s non-linear level design actually hearkens back to Warrior Within. You can explore the world and tackle its challenges in any order you like, limited only by the traversal powers you’ve acquired so far. Even though each area of the map is a simple node with no more than 3 exits, the levels’ unique layout tricks you into thinking that the world is a lot more intricate than it actually is. The game lets you mark way-points and teleport between fertile grounds, but I found it a lot more satisfying to explore without the assistance of the map.

The world is split into 4 areas, each one with 6 fertile grounds. What makes the overall number even more impressive is the distinctiveness at display. While all fertile grounds within an area share the same theme, each one has some sort of trick up their sleeve, making the act of reaching the top that more exciting. The standouts would be the perplexity of the Machinery Grounds, the intense swirl inside the Royal Spire and that insane run along the arches of the Queen’s Tower.

What’s sad about this world, despite how dazzling it looks, is that it’s completely barren. Once you’ve reached a fertile ground and beaten its boss, there’s barely anything left to do. The emptiness of the world will feel eerily familiar to anyone who’s played the first Assassin’s Creed, and it’s no wonder considering these games came out at a similar time. These were still Ubisoft’s early attempts at open-world games and they hadn’t yet figured out how to populate their worlds with content. Though, to be honest, I don’t think they ever did.

They try to keep you busy by making you collect light seeds which are spread throughout the world. And I mean, making environments more interesting by gathering collectibles, like seriously? The light seeds unlock abilities which are necessary to complete the game, but you’ll need significantly less than the maximum amount to progress. The designers don’t want you and don’t need you to spend hours upon hours finding that last light seed in an area. Collecting them is supposed to be spontaneous and something you do along the way. However my OCD would like to have a word with you. If there’s a box to be ticked inside the game, you know full well some us are going to pursue it, be it optional or not. And don’t even get me started on tying achievements to this nonsense.

Stop to take in the view.

Despite the lack of content, the designers did a surprisingly good job of adapting the difficulty curve to match the non-linear level design. E.g. after beating the Alchemist, the poisonous clouds which you first encounter in the Vale start appearing in other areas as well. The same goes for that annoying swarm which follows you around in the Concubine’s levels.

While non-linearity might have paired itself nicely with the progression, it certainly took a toll on the story. The relationship between the Prince and Elika cannot evolve in response to the current circumstances if the game doesn’t know in what order you’ll tackle its challenges. Sections with the Concubine explore our protagonists’ motivations and those with the Warrior question the lack of Ormazd’s divine intervention, but none of those dilemmas actually affect the plot or the characters.

Despite that, these two are one of the most fleshed out and likeable duos I’ve encountered in any game. You know exactly how things are going to play out the first time you see them interact. Elika is trying to manage the greatest crisis of her life while the Prince is wondering if there’s gold to be looted in the temple. It’s a textbook trope - she is responsible and compassionate while he is an unscrupulous opportunist, but it works perfectly.

What emphasizes their relationship even more is the insane amount of conversations they have throughout the game. They speak a fair bit during cut-scenes, but the bulk of their interactions come from optional dialogue. You can press a designated button and the Prince and Elika will discuss pressing matters or whatever crosses their minds. The dialogue options are refreshed each time you visit a new fertile ground. Other than dripping bits and pieces of exposition, these conversations go a long way to establish our protagonists’ relationship. Their chemistry evolves slowly over time and, by the end of the game, you really get the impressions that they grew close during this whole ordeal.

Besides the dialogue, their dynamic is further enhanced by the animations. Elika is the best video game sidekicks you could hope for. She’ll run along after the Prince and each time she catches up to him, they’ll interact in some small way. The Prince will extend his hand to her on ledges, he’ll sometimes catch her after a drop and, possibly the cutest thing ever, they’ll do a little twirl each time they switch places on a beam. They occasionally exchange sly remarks, like when the Prince is carrying Elika over a stretch vines or when she saves him from a fatal fall. It makes Elika feel like a living breathing being who’s there with you in every moment and not some poorly scripted drone.

Do the twirl!

And now we’ve come to the part of the game I’d like to avoid the most. God, the combat! The fights in the reboot are strictly one-on-one affairs. You’ll engage only one enemy at a time in dedicated arenas, turning each encounter into a boss battle. The game wants you to perceive the fights as duels, a dynamic exchange of blows, with the way it encourages you to parry and how the Prince postures himself sword up and gauntlet ready to strike. Sounds good in theory, right?

Well, the problems start off with the way the Prince moves. He is terribly slow and dodging doesn’t make him much faster. Things would be delightful if this were the only aspect of the Prince’s life which needed fast-forwarding. Alas, the time it takes the Prince to register an input and act upon it makes a sloth seem like a speed runner. It can take almost up to 2 seconds for him to lower his guard and perform the requested action. In that time, enemies are able to change their stance, walk up to you and smack you in the face. Before you ask, I don’t think any of this is tied to performance issues. To my perception the game was running just fine, yet most of the Prince’s combat animations had this annoying wind-up which might suggest he got caught having a nap.

Usually, you’ve got an enemy by the jewels once you’ve initiated a combo, but getting there is an uphill battle. Your reflexes might be sharp as a knife, but they won’t mean much since the Prince can’t keep up. Enemies will often land a hit before you’ve had the chance to sneeze, rendering your plans useless. To make matters even worse, they constantly parry your attacks and turn the tide against you, making the few times you do manage to go on the offensive ineffective.

The combat becomes bearable once you’ve realized that attacking is a viable option only when enemies take pity and give you enough downtime to act. For the most part, you’ll be missing opportunities and holding off against a barrage of the enemy’s own attacks. Parrying should solve these problems on paper, but it’s not very reliable when the Prince tries to use it. Enemies are lightning fast and barely telegraph their moves. I landed most parries when I was reacting in anticipation of an attack and not in response to one. You can end a lot of the encounters early by pushing enemies off cliffs, which is a bliss, especially for generic mini bosses which are even more aggressive than their big counterparts.

Oh, wait, did I mention the quick time events? Please repeat after me, kids. Quick time events are baaad. This game utilizes not just the regular type, where you have to press a button fast enough, but also the accursed kind which asks you to smash a button repeatedly. I had to readjust my hands on the gamepad each time one of these came up because my thumb couldn't keep up with the required pace. I love that you have to block immediately after a quick time event ends because enemies don’t waste any time kicking you in the face.

I hate this guy so much.

Thankfully, the combo system is an interesting experiment. It boils down to four buttons, and when you open up the combo list, you’ll see that they amount to a fair number of combinations. However I don’t think you’re meant to memorize them. Instead, the combo system leans heavily on improvisation.

Once you’ve initiated a certain attack, you’ll often be able to guess which action can be performed next. Is Elika suddenly in view? Launch her at the enemy. Is the enemy standing still in one place? Hoist them up with the gauntlet. Is the Prince standing by with his sword? Smack the bastard before they get a chance to blink. It’s much more fun than memorizing a combo list and makes you feel like the originator of your own cocktail.

You’ll fight each of the 4 bosses ones per fertile ground and the game does a decent job of not letting it get repetitive. No matter in what order you tackle the areas, after beating a boss the next time you see them they’ll upgrade their repertoire. These changes will be reflected not just on the main bosses, but also on the generic enemies you fight along the way. So the Hunter will spit on you (ew!), permanently unlocking this option for all other foes. Similarly, enemies will start utilizing different power stances which you’ll have to counter with specific attacks.

The boss which is the most varied is the Warrior, but he is sadly the most rotten apple from the bunch. Each time you fight him, you’re supposed to drive him to a specific spot in the arena, but getting him where you want and baiting a suitable attack is slow and painful. At least the other 3 bosses provide a decent amount of back and forth with minor differences.

I guess it’s worth mentioning that the tutorials are horrendous. They smother you with instructions right out of the gate, trying to make you memorize each combo, like that even matters. The game insistently keeps pausing to tell you what to do and even repeats the tips it already gave you. I turned the tutorials off pretty early on and had much more fun figuring things out on my own. There aren’t that many buttons when you think about it and, due to Elika, making fatal mistakes is cheap.

Well, hello there.

You know what? After a few drinks this game starts to make perfect sense. I trudged back and forth so many times collecting light seeds that the world became like my backyard. See that plateau over there? That’s where I discovered some hidden light seeds by sliding down an edge, grabbing onto a brass ring, waltzing along the ceiling and then dropping down to a beam. And that fertile ground with a killer view? That’s where the Prince and Elika played I spy with my little eye.

Oh, and that’s where I fought the Alchemist that one time. The Alchemist, what a lad! We’d start each fight with a little bit of foreplay. He’d belittle my attempts to stop Ahriman and hint at his machinations, but would always get pushed down a cliff less than a third into his health bar.

And why did I ever complain about video game characters whose armor had cleavage? Damn, girls, does the Prince look fine or what? I guess the developers were on to something when they invented the metal thong. Please, don’t let my lack of sophistication hold you back any more.

Ah, and that ending! It’s as bittersweet as this game’s fate. There's something poignant about how the game makes you undo everything you've worked for without a single word. It doesn't shower you with lengthy cut-scenes or sad violins. Instead, it trusts that you'll understand the full gravity of its message. The silence to Elika's final "Why?" speaks much more than any piece of dialogue ever could.

Despite its many flaws, the reboot is a triumph on multiple fronts. It’s one of the purest visions in gaming, a unique experience which offers so much and teases even more. Yet Ubisoft cut it down in its roots, completely oblivious to the fact that they were on to something new. It hurts when creative minds are hampered by financial reports and even more when you consider that the developers had a whole trilogy in mind. The promised sequel will probably never see the light of day and Ubisoft doesn’t even care enough to make the Epilogue available on modern platforms.

Play the soundtrack and let me wallow in my heartache.

#game review #review #prince of persia

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xunandran · 6 months

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So I'm gonna put myself out there... (I can always just nuke my entire account in embarrassment later, lol)

I like writing fanfic. I'm not that great, still learning. I've been working on a story for Eddie Diaz for a bit now, since he sometimes takes the back seat in the canon stories, and in the wake of 7x04, it's been just kind of awesome to finally see how the main narrative is going to flow for Buck.

That being said, enjoy a small snip of something I was working on for my story (even if I want to immediately start a new one with all the new information)

“I’m taking you home.”

The four words rang through Eddie’s whiskey-sotted brain. He barely registered their meaning. They *should* mean something, right? They feel like they should be important somehow, and yet.

“You don’t know where I live,” he whispered into his empty shotglass before holding it up to his ear like a can on a string and giggling drunkenly.

“Mine’ll do in a pinch,” Tommy says evenly. “I’ll be a perfect gentleman, sleep on the couch.”

“That’s where Buck sleeps,” Eddie supplies as Tommy helps him up from the barstool. “You won’t fit.”

“I’ll manage,” Tommy says, nodding a silent goodnight at the bartender.

“You know… you don’t have to,” Eddie whispers, voice small. He smiles a mischievous grin upward at Tommy before focusing his attention on the ground. The world doesn’t swirl as fast when he’s looking at the ground.

Tommy looks down at the drunken man whose arm is slung around his shoulder. “I don’t have to what?”

“Be a gentleman.”

#eddie diaz fanfic #Tommy Kinard #Eddie Diaz #Drunk and Flirty #Terrified of the internet but wanted to share

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wildlycuriouswanderercj · 2 years

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10/13/2022 i hate it here

i hate living here

i come home

and the lights are all off

its dark

theres no body to greet me or see me

it smells

grandma is upstairs now

the smell comes in the room

i dont get to come home

and just park outside

i have to find a parking

i walk to the house

i enter

its not a high ceiling beautifl home

with bright lights

and tan sot couches

and carpet

its hard

dark

floors

with red walls

and short ceilings

like a cell

i go inside the garage

were theres a supercar

but i dont get to touch it

its not

i come home

park outside

w.e car w.e

i enter

i feel the soft carpet

high ceiling

bright light

bight soft couch

drop off my backpack

full of excitement

its quiet

theres no body

its dark

no lights

i enter into a cave

like a hideout

everybody asleep

no activity

like eveyrbody is dead

i have no apptetite to eat

in a bright kitchen

thats beautiful

i eat

or shower

i dontg et to run up soft carpet stiars

im not excited about living

im not exicting about anything living this life

i am leaving

idc

i selfish

and idc what people think

ben isnt going to japan

dont gotta worry about him them

isaacs way out the questions

hes not even close to my league

hes stuck in a matrix

so tied down

never going to free himself

hes going to be owned by more houses

he will forever be alone and a virgin

i not helping him

today i pull out 2 best karts for 2 good racers

i drive one cart up

or 2

and i get caught on the third

i will get witten up

w.e

doesnt matter

i am leaving anyways

1 more month

1 more month and a week excatly

after mom and dad doctors

and sams wedding

i am dipping out

for good

idc

i need some time away

anything else

they ave to manage

the house has been finished

what they wannna do with it

idc

fuck everything

tomorrow im going to rave

my heart out

im going to do things that release all my lust

i cannot drink tonight

i am going to sleep

early

i am running on like 5 hrs of sleep i think

im tired

i want to go vietnam

and thiailand

and japan

then reverse

im sticking to the plan

idc

i will do it even if it cost me my life

idc about my life anymore

everything is wasted

i wasted myself

i need a reset

maybe in the future in like a fewyears ill get lucky somehow

but i had a good run here

i got a 19.5

thats better than 98% of the racing population

from a nobdy

going 22 and 23 second laps

i wasnt particularly talented

but i kept at it

and im in the low 19s club now

or mid 19

if i can get a 194 or 19.3 im good

i aint tripping

its been agood run

when i come back i need find a real full time job

i can go and do this things

but id probably go santa clara

im done with dublin people

its not that piss me off

its just i need to move on

its time to move on

i will live my life fully now

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horroroftheflesh · 2 years

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I don’t think Symphony (my cat) likes when I leave lol every morning when before i leave for work i sot at the couch to put my shoes on and like clockwork he comes and rubs himself against my leg. same thing any other time i go out. either that or he is giving me his bendición ❤️

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sturniololoco · 7 months

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Can’t hate you pt 5

Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) X Nathan Doe

Warnings: Cussing, hitting, mentions of SA later in the series(and no, it was not Nate), etc.

ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩

SLS/N’s POV

Today was the day that I was not looking forward to. All week I’ve been dreading this specific Saturday to come, and it’s unfortunately arrived.

Nathan Doe is leaving LA.

I woke up today, the sad feeling already consuming my chest.

But I wasn’t alone this morning. Today, Nate was lying right beside me, sound asleep, his arms wrapped around my lower waist while his face rested on my stomach.

I smiled lightly to myself as I played with his hair, gently massaging his scalp as he slept.

Not long after, he began to stir, taking in a deep breath, then sitting u slightly to look at me with sleepy eyes and tousled hair.

“Morning baby,” he said, his voice deep and laced with sleep.

He landed down to give me a kiss on the cheek as I said, “Morning,”

He scooted up and pulled me to his chest, switching our positions. We lay there in silence, just enjoying each other presents.

I could tell we were thinking the same thing:

Does he/I have to leave?

"You all packed, man?" Chris said, quickly knocking on my door before entering my room.

I was sitting crisscrossed on my bed, watching as Nate gathered the rest of his things.

"Yeah man, I think I'm good!" He answered, picking up his backpack and bag and walking towards the door to follow Chris.

"Good because Matt and Nick are already in the car." He said, leading us to the driveway.

Nate chucked his things in the back before climbing into the backseat next to me.

As Matt started to drive, I rested my head on Nate's shoulder as he held my hand gently rubbing his thumb across the top. Chris and He were having a conversation, but I had no idea what it was about. I only had one thing on my mind:

Don't go.

Showing affection in the middle of a crowded airport would usually be extremely cringy. I would usually roll my eyes at the couples practically making out and nearly missing their flight right by the gate.

But I didn't care at this point.

Once my brothers said their goodbyes, I clung onto Nate for dear life, tears falling from my eyes freely.

"I miss you," I say in his ear, not loosening my grip in the slightest.

He chuckled lightly, squeezing me just as hard.

"I haven't even left yet, baby," He responded.

"I know," I said, tears falling harder now.

"I'll see you soon, I promise okay?" He said, kissing the side of my hair, loosening his grip slightly.

I nodded and leaned back, giving him a kiss. Halfway through, the overhead speakers came on, signaling that Nate had to go.

"Call me as soon as you land!" I yelled as he walked in his gate.

He sot a thumbs up into the air as he rounded the corner,

Leaving to go back to Boston.

Needless to say, I cried the whole way home, leaning onto Nick's shoulder for support. He comforted me and tried to hold my hand, but that only made me think of Nate harder.

we pulled up to the house and I sat on the couch. Nick followed me in, but Matt and Chris said they wanted McDonald's for lunch, so that's where they went.

Nick and I watched a show, well he did. I sat on my phone and looked through pictures from this past week.

Nate and I on the beach, Nate and I putt-putting, a group selfie of all of us at top golf,

and the blurry one of me throwing sweet tea in Nate's face.

I slightly laughed to myself, remembering all the fun memories, knowing that there would be plenty more to come.

Matt and Chris walked in with 4 large McFlurries. They handed me my Oreo one, Matt said,

"thought this might cheer you up!"

I smiled and nodded, instantly digging into my McFlurrie with my brothers. We continued our movie, laughing and talking, sad thoughts about Nate leaving left my brain.

but then I got a call:

Incoming call from: Nate <3

I think thats all from this story! But if you want me to add another part, lemme know in the comments!

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goldkirk · 5 years

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gonna be real with you guys

#so. so so so #tw ahead for self harm ment.#i left work and got about halfway down the highway routes #planning on writing tonight and eating rice a roni and playing spider man and it qas like heck yeah ‘twill be good #and i was jammin out to music and sliding smoothly through rush hour traffic #then BAM i guess??? i had a flashback????? i dont have a blessed fckn clue what triggered it i was just Thinkin My Thoughts #anyway i was aware of the road and wverything but it was like a movie in my head and i was Feeling Those Feelings and hoo boy #pals. i had to pretend my favorite characters were in the car so i could talk out loud and not speed dangerously bc i was SO thrown which.#has a large tendency to toss me right inro feeling self destructive so that i can regain control or something if #*ig #anyway i was partway out of it which was ALSO stressful bc!! DRIVING STILL. HELLO #and then i started feeling nauseous #and ive been alternating between internal volcano of tar and Drifting™#and i went to walgreens and stopped confused twice bc my brain just...*waves hands vaguely*#and finally got to the aisle i meant to #and i bought a new pencil sharpener and if u know. u know and im sorry #i yanked my stuff in the house after breathing in the car foe a while in the parking lot and i unscrewed the sharpener and then i stopped #and it’s sotting on my couch #and i havent cut in just over a year and i only cut like twice the ysar b4 that and basically kust #isten i don’t have myself together either i promise #i’m super positive and i try really hard and i’m self aware #but im just as overwhelmed and lost as the rest of you sometimes #i promise #like. hang in there my dudes #we can just try our best and know that it’s not a straight line #tw: self harm #self harm #cutting

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moonseer · 2 years

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i dont know why im posting this here bc i dont really do that but im having such a weird breakdown. i feel empty. idk what im going to do

#im just sitting on this couch #ive just been sotting on this couch #cor the past few hours #my phone is almost completely charged now

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bard-dadsquared · 6 years

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I want comfort food...

I want cheddar broccoli soup and crackers

I want egg drop soup

I want tomato soup and grilled cheese

I want fresh baked chocolate chip cookies

I’m not feeling good and I’m just a baby that wants to eat soup and snuggle on the couch with someone that wont get bored after a few minutes and leave. Someone to keep me company.

#blue.txt #im sick and im clingy #and my husband is lousy at comforting me when im sick #he will sot om thr couch with me for like #5minutes before he gets bored and leaves

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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Our Little Secret

Prompts: "If there was ever anybody meant for me, it's you." + "I think…everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves” & Mar 12: Crowley checks in to make sure you are alright (no third prompt). Requested By: Three separate Anons.

Pairing: Crowley x GN!Reader; Y/n insert *maybe slightly ooc Crowley, who is a bit more "human" and lovesick.

Warnings: Brief mentions of injury; and a kiss at the end.

Words: 1.6k

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire, @rexit-mo Supernatural Taglist: @kaashi, @witchygagirl

Crowley looked around the dingy hotel room, ignoring the quick turns of Sam and Dean as they drew their guns on him. Also ignoring their displeased groans, he clicked his tongue. "Lovely choice. Always a fan of the mysterious stains on the ceilings." He said with a smirk as he turned to the boys.

"What the hell are you doing here Crowley?" Dean asked.

Crowley shrugged lightly. "Bored?"

Sam squinted at him, giving Dean a look showing his disbelief. "Uh-huh. What do you want?" Sam asked.

Crowley lifted his arms in an open gesture. "Who said I wanted anything?"

"Well, you sure as hell didn't come just to check in on us."

"What if I did? Maybe I've grown fond of our time together" Crowley said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. His eyes cast over the room behind Sam and Dean. "You two aren't fun anyways, where is Y/n, my lovely little hunter go off on their own?" He asked casually, looking down and flipping through a journal on the table.

Dean walked over, slamming it shut, as he eyed Crowley. "Sorry Crowley, Y/n's not here for you to torture with your charm."

"How disappointing. Why's that. Did Y/n get tired of you two, and leave the nest? I'd applaud if they did."

Dean rolled his eyes as Sam adjusted himself awkwardly, looking between Dean and Crowley. "Y/n wasn't able to come on this hunt." He said casually, but noted how Crowley's attention grew as he turned to face Sam.

"And why's that?" He asked.

Sam furrowed his brow, noting the seemingly genuine curiosity in his voice. He looked over at Dean, who seemed to be distracting himself with something.

Looking back at Crowley he shrugged his shoulder. "Y/n got hurt on the last case, and had to stay back at the bunker to recover."

"Well I'm surprised they've made it this far, most in your company don't make it a year."

Sam was almost thrown by the amount of malice in Crowley's voice. Maybe he really hadn't been joking all those times he showed interest in you, and maybe 'his little hunter' wasn't just a teasing nickname after all.

"Hey!" Dean say turning around to face him. "If you aren't here for any real purpose, beat it, we've got a job to do."

Crowley shrugged. "Fine"

Sam and Dean let out breaths of relief when Crowley vanished from the room. Dean returning to his previous tasks, paying no more thought to Crowley. But Sam had a nagging feeling that he knew exactly where Crowley was going.

- - -

"So this is how you spend your days of recovery?"

You jumped as Crowley's voice came from nowhere, causing you to turn in surprise. You winced and let out a hiss of pain as you grumbled out in anger. "Don't do that."

Crowley frowned as he rounded the couch, seeing you adjust yourself with a pained expression. Pausing the show you had on the tv, you looked up at him. "What the hell are you doing here anyways?" You asked, trying to ignore your quick paced heartbeat, or the way you felt a chill crawl up your spine as Crowley looked you over.

"Came to check in. Heard from rocky and bullwinkle that you got yourself hurt."

"I didn't get myself hurt." You excused. "A building practically collapsed on top of me, there was nothing I could do about that."

Crowley shrugged his head. "Would you like me to..." he trailed off as he wiggled his fingers.

You grimaced. "Not if you're gonna do that."

He put down his hands with a sot smile. "From the amount of pain you seem to be in, you should be begging for my help."

You rolled your eyes. "Oh you'd just love that wouldn't you?"

He cocked his head and his smile grew. "Immensely."

You let out a short laugh. "Now why are you seriously here? It surely wasn't just because you heard I got hurt."

Crowley let out an annoyed groan. "Why does no one believe I have feelings?"

You furrowed your brow, watching him carefully. "Because you have failed to show an ounce of emotion that was not tied directly to your own benefit?"

He let out a small breath. "Doesn't mean one can't change." His voice was unusually soft as he spoke. Turning he began to pace around the room. "I mean, sure, I'm a demon, The King of Hell. But, I've helped you and the Winchesters more times that I can count, and I've actually cared about the things I helped with. Well, somewhat. So does that not show, that I at least have some semblance of emotion?" He spun around to look at you, noting how bewildered you appeared.

"You really care how we see you don't you? When did that happen?"

Crowley straightened up a bit, and cleared his throat. "I don't know. But don't you think it's possible? That I have the possibility of being....better?"

You watched him for a moment, wading through the confusion that washed over you. You could see the genuine feeling of aggravation in his face. "I- I think....that everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves."

Crowley felt a soft smile cross his face as he walked over to you. Looking down at you, he paused before reaching for your shirt. You froze, feeling your heart hammer in your chest and heat rise up your neck. Lifting your shirt slightly, he could see an array of bandages and bruises. He winced a bit. "That doesn't look good."

Placing his hand on your side, you felt heat wash over you as his hand and your body briefly glowed. You closed your eyes until the light faded. And when you opened them, you reached down and pressed your hand against our side, noting the lack of pain.

Looking up at Crowley you spoke softly. "Is this you trying to prove yourself?"

He smirked. "Not necessarily. But it is me trying to show you why I wish to prove myself." You cocked your head in confusion, and he turned away from you, taking a few steps before he continued. "I lied. When I said I didn't know when I started to care how you saw me. Honestly, I don't care how those two dimwits see me. It's your opinion I care about." He turned back towards you. "And it started from the moment we met."

You shook your head softly in disbelief. "But...why, would you care what I thought?"

Walking back over to you, he stopped light in front of you, staring down into your eyes. Reaching up, he hooked his fingers under your chin, and you felt an unfamiliar wave of emotion flow through you.

"Because I find myself caring about you. About everything to do with you. Where you are. What you need. What makes you smile, or laugh. And when you get hurt. I feel angry, and scared."

"You? Scared?" You almost laughed.

"What I have been feeling. For you. Are...feelings I have not felt for a very, very, long time. If not ever. And no matter what you truly think of me. I know what I think."

You swallowed hard, as you kept your eyes locked with his. "And what's that?"

"I think, that, if there was ever anybody meant for me, it's you."

You felt as though your heart had an anchor on it, as it beat so heavily in your chest, you weren't sure if you could keep breathing.

"I-" You tried to speak, but could not find your voice.

He smiled, a soft, yet sad smile as he dropped his hand from your face. "You don't believe me."

You shook your head a bit, finding some ability to speak. "No, I...think I do believe you, but I'm not sure if I should."

"Because of all my past treachery? I can't say I blame you. But I am surprised at our reaction. No disgust, no yelling. It's almost as if...you knew, was I obvious?"

You shook your head, unsure if you should speak. Crowley cocked his head, before a flash of understanding crossed his face, and a smile slowly broke out.

"No. It's because you feel something too. But it, what? Scares you? Disgusts you?"

You shook your head again. "It doesn't disgust me."

"But it scares you?"

"I-I don't know."

He smiled again, before leaning down, bringing his face up to yours. You didn't move away, but kept your eyes locked with his. Bringing his hand back up, he caressed your cheek.

He spoke in a whisper. "No. It doesn't scare you. And that, is what scares you. But it's alright my little hunter, it can be our little secret." Leaning in, he suddenly pressed his lips against yours.

You tensed in surprise for a moment, before you felt your body relax. Your mind went blank as he deepened the kiss, his hand cupping your chin as you tilted your face up to meet his. His other hand gripped the back of your head.

Bringing your hand up, you wrapped it around his wrist as you returned the kiss, forgetting where you were, and just who you were kissing. Suddenly, your phone rang from beside you, bringing you back to reality.

Pulling away, you opened your eyes, meeting his dark brown ones. A smile spread across his face. "Better answer that, it's probably the dynamic duo checking in."

Almost thoughtlessly, you reached for your phone. Looking at the screen, you began to answer it but paused as Crowley brought his head down to your ear, whispering "But remember darling. Its our little secret."

Turning to look at him, you said nothing before you answered the phone. Aware of his eyes on you the whole time you spoke to Sam. You felt a peculiar itch at the back of your mind, a restlessness wanting you to hang up the phone, to continue what you had been doing before. But you pushed it away, and as you spoke to Sam, you knew there was no way in hell you could tell him anything that had happened, not now, and maybe not ever.

xx End xx

I hate how I ended it, but it had to stop at some point and I couldn't think of much lol.

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