#and yes i think kyle would top in some of these and its not the ones you think

[asteria7fics]

Style Alternate Universe ideas that you should write because I won't get around to it.

Kyle is a disgruntled modeling scout and Stan is a handsome young man from a small town that Kyle manages to sign... For work, and no other reason. Bonus if Cartman is Kyle's boss and they have to find a way out of his grasp so they can run off into the sunset together (gay).

Stan works as a mechanic. Kyle takes his car in one day for routine maintenance, then keeps making excuses to bring his car back in just so he can see/chat with/admire Stan. Bonus if Stan secretly keeps fucking Kyle's car up a little bit to get him back into the shop for the exact same reasons.

Kyle is a therapist with Stan as a client (for depression? Alcoholism? Hoarding? Take your pick), and slowly falls in love with him even though he knows it's horrible and wrong. Bonus if Stan ends their professional relationship before Kyle can and then turns around and asks Kyle to coffee. What a loser. Also I might actually write this one shhhh don't tell anybody.

Stan is the coach for the local high school's football team, and a new student joins the team; the eldest son of a recently divorced Kyle. Bonus points if Stan silently pines for Kyle, assuming he isn't into guys, but Kyle makes the first move.

...or something. I dunno.

[peachesofteal]

Simple Math / Part Twenty One

Simple Math masterlist

Ghost/Soap/female reader 3.1k words - AO3 CW: 18+ mdni, discussion of kidnapping, sedation. Angst.

“Da?” Penny points at the guest room. “Bunny?” 

“Aye lamb, Bunny.” He tries not to look at the door, tries to push away the avalanche of despair. If he could dig it free it from his brain, he would. He’d take it away from everyone, you, Si, himself. He’d rewind time, take it all back, start from the beginning and fix it all. 

The memories burn like fire. They’re ash in the back of his throat. 

“We’d never hurt ye, we jus’ want to take ye home.” 

 What a lie. Who were they kidding, doing this? Pretending they were some knights in shining armor, coming to rescue you? 

They became everything you feared. 

Pen nestles into his neck, gripping his shirt as she wiggles. “Story?” 

“Jus’ one alright?” She signs okay, and sighs. 

“Gus?” He grits his teeth. Penny's love for Gus has been a tiny bright spot in an abysmal expanse of misery, but her obsession just reminds him of everything else. 

“Gus is downstairs, it’s nap time.” He can feel the tumultuous slope of a tantrum, Penny’s mood ratcheting up and up until it explodes. She’s tired, and stressed, too much like her Dad, reading the emotions in the house like its second nature. She knows something is wrong. 

“Gus Gus,” her lower lip trembles, legs kicking. “Wan’ Gus Gus.” 

“Ye’ll see Gus later.” She doesn’t understand anything that’s happened, and the guilt eats at him, at what they’ve done to their family, what they’ve brought into their home. 

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. 

He holds her tight, kisses her forehead. “I love ye, Penny.” She sniffles. 

“Luh you.” 

 “Not at all?” 

“No idea mate. Looked at me like she’s never seen me a day in her life. A bit bizarre if you ask me.” Simon rubs a hand over his face. “But she also pointedly avoided looking at me. Tried to make herself smaller.” Johnny grimaces. They've moved as fast as they could, but you didn't make it easy.

In a weird way, Johnny is proud of you.

“How does she seem?” He knows this answer. To not recognize Kyle you must be tired beyond belief, operating on autopilot, frozen stiff with fear. 

“Skittish. Exhausted. Scared.” His shoulders slump, entire body sinking into the cushions of the couch. Your frightened face haunts his dreams, a little rabbit running for her life. He can't imagine how you must feel, believing you were betrayed by them, running away with their babe in your belly.

In another life, maybe they’d stay in Scotland with you. He’d show you all the things he loves about it, all the things he still calls home, the same things he showed Pen. Maybe it would be different. 

“Did you get it done?” Simon interrupts his spiral, redirects their focus. 

“Yeah, managed to slip it into the little pocket at the top, she had no idea. It’s online and I sent you guys the link; you should be able to see the ping. I’ll stay on her until you get here.” 

“From a distance.” Simon reiterates, and Kyle scoffs. 

“Do you think I’m an amateur?” 

Penny isn’t in her room after her nap. 

She gets up at the same time everyday without fail, dependable clockwork that they work their lives around. 

Johnny’s heart jumps into his throat. Logical thinking starts to fade away into panic, fear, his fumbling fingers swiping at his phone just as her little giggle echoes from down the hall, and relief rushes through his bones.

She's in your room. Curled up in your side, feet in your lap, little palm on your belly, staring up at you like you hung the stars in the sky. 

“And then the cow said-” 

“Moooo!” He’s sick at the sight, another tidal wave of grief pulling him out to sea, reminding him of things they’ll probably never have now, your love, your trust, a family with you.

But you haven't left, a desperate voice in his head reminds him, you've had plenty of opportunities, but stays here. Why? 

Maybe all hope isn't lost.

“That’s right,” you brush her wispy curls back from her face and smile, “you’re such a smart girl Pen.” She pats the curve of your stomach, and then signs. 

“Baby?” Your hand folds over hers, and Johnny’s throat is so tight he can barely breathe. “My baby.” You laugh, and she giggles as you hug her close, kissing the top of her head. 

“This is your baby brother or sister Pen. What do you think? Boy? Or girl?” Penny shrugs, giving you a sheepish look. 

“Gus?” 

“Didn’t you see Gus earlier? Did you feed him breakfast?” There’s some shuffling, and she wiggles down to the floor, waiting patiently as you groan and swing your legs over the bed. “Alright, he could probably use some more fish flakes anyway.” You look tired, weary, but still your smile is soft for Penny, gentle and encouraging. 

It fades when you catch him in the doorway. 

“Hey.” You nod, the small spark in your eyes dying immediately as you watch him cautiously. Like he’s a threat. 

“How long have you been standing there?” 

“Er, not long.” What’s another lie in the long list of transgressions at this point? 

“Pen wants to see Gus so… I thought I’d take her downstairs.” You shift uneasily, and he steps aside. Penny’s hand is tucked in yours, and a vision of one of you falling, tripping, and taking the other down flashes in his mind. 

“Be careful on the stairs Pen.” She goes down on her knees now, backward, sliding her stomach across each step in a slow but methodical process. One that could trip you up. “I can take ye down-” 

“No,” she vehemently refuses, “I do it.” 

“She can do it on her own.” You back her up immediately, both of his girls united in solid opposition against him. Bleedin’ Christ. Penny points downstairs. 

“Da. Gus.” She signs for both, for once oblivious to your agitation, and he winces when you shoot him an annoyed look. 

“I’ve got her Johnny.” 

“Okay,” Penny’s already started on her descent, and you hold onto the banister, still glaring at him. He gulps. “Ye be careful too.” For a second, the storm breaks, the thunder rolls over the hill into the distance, torrential downpour turning a drizzle, and the sun tries to peek through the clouds. Sadness and longing, flickers in your eyes, so clearly displayed that it urges him forward, a step too close. You back away. 

The sun is gone, and the storm rages. 

The prefilled syringe glints in the sunlight where it sits on the table. Johnny tries not to look at it. 

“Are ye sure-” 

“No,” Simon snaps, rubbing the back of his neck. “No, I’m not. But I don’t see what our choices are. We can’t leave her on her own with Graves at large. I promised… I promised she’d be safe. That I’d take care of her.” 

“We both did.” 

“Well we did a shit job.” He pales when he looks back at the needle. “We’re one hundred percent sure? It’s not going to harm them?” 

“Aye, triple checked. Safe for mum and baby.” They sit across from one another in silence. Simon is far away, somewhere even Johnny can’t reach him, and when he speaks next, his voice cracks. 

“She’s going to be so scared. She won’t understand what’s happening.” He covers his face, heels of his hands pressing into his eyes. “She already thinks… she thinks we’re a threat. She’s not going to listen to anything we say.” 

“I know.” 

“We have to do it this way.” He’s whispering, locked in an endless battle of wills with himself, and Johnny reaches for his hand. He doesn’t know what else to do. Sick with dread twisting his heart, he knows the options are limited. He knows this is a good course of action, possibly the safest, the most rational. 

Even if it will turn them into your monsters.

“I know, Si. I know.” 

You’re on the patio. 

He’s found you there a few times, curled up on the outdoor couch, sun on your face as you read or scroll on your phone. 

He wants to go to you, encouraged by the sliver of something he saw in your eyes earlier, but he knows he can’t. If he pushes too hard, it will only make you retreat.

“She’s been out there for an hour.” Simon stands at his side, and if you look up, you’ll see both of them staring. Watching. 

“Did ye talk to her?” 

“Tried. She ignored me.” 

“Did ye actually?” His patience is thin today, a fine thread threatening to fray. “Try?” Johnny knows what it truly is, this avoidance of you. Simon brings you meals, checks in, but keeps away, holds his position at a firm distance. 

He can’t live with himself. 

“Johnny,” it’s a warning shot, but he chooses not to pay it any attention. 

“Did ye? Try at all? Because I haven’t seen ye try since we got home, since that day she woke up.” Simon stiffens. 

“She doesn’t want me.” 

“She doesnae want either o’ us Si. What did ye think would happen? That everything would be fine and she would forgive us? She would trust us automatically?” He’s on the verge of yelling now, and instead of trying to soothe him as usual, Simon scowls and turns away. Johnny snaps. “We said it’d take time an’ work but ye’re jus’ runnin’ away now, every chance ye get, an’ leavin’ everything to me!” 

“I…” He’s never seen his husband so lost. These past two weeks, every day he’s slipped further and further away, and nothing Johnny says or does brings him back. “I can’t, Johnny.” 

“Ye have to try.” For her. For me. For your family. Simon shakes his head. 

“I can’t.” 

“Jesus.” The heel of your palm goes to your temple, and he holds his breath. “What-” You trail off as you look up, take them in, guilty as sin. 

If only his Ma could see him now. See what he’s done. 

You shoot upward, scrambling towards the head of the bed, eyes wide and frozen with fear. 

Shaking and terrified. A little rabbit caught in a snare. Their snare.

You watch them like they're executioners leading you to the block. 

“Wh-what…” 

“Listen to us sweetheart, just listen,” Simon soothes, voice low and cautious but fast because he knows they’ve got to get it out, establish the truth right away. “You’re safe, everything’s okay, you and the baby, you’re safe here.” You shake your head, tears rolling down your cheeks. 

“You… b-brought me back?” Your voice cracks. “You brought me back and n-now he’s…” you break apart on a sob. 

“He’s never going to touch ye ever again, bunny. We swear it. I know,” you try to scoot off the bed, but Simon holds you still by your shoulders. They have to get this out, have to get through this part no matter how difficult it is, no matter how much you don't want to listen. You have to hear the truth, the reasoning.

“I know you don’t believe us, but we can prove it.” Johnny pulls out his phone and clicks open the secure email attachment. It’s the mission report from when Graves betrayed them outside the Mexican Special Forces base, and it’s only partially redacted thanks to Kate.

It’s a risk. 

It will confirm your fears and dissolve them. It will tell you who they truly are, what they truly do, while proving they’re telling the truth. 

It’s a gamble. 

“Read this,” Simon pushes it into your hand and you recoil. It doesn’t stop him, he wraps your brittle fingers around it and then stands, Johnny right behind him. “Take as long as you need. We’ll be here.” 

“Did ye like it?” You refuse to look at him, half of a pot pie eaten and sitting at your side on the tray. No answer. 

You blink at the ceiling. 

“Wanted to check in, see if ye needed anything?” Please, say something. Say anything. “Somethin’ else to eat, maybe? Si said ye didnae eat much of yer lunch. Are ye feeling sick again?” You’ve been having bouts of nausea, which you’ve told them is normal. You said you brought it up with your midwife at your appointment last week, she wasn’t concerned, and left it that. He knows you only supplied the information because they were badgering you about it, and as you told them the other day-

“I’d do anything to get you to leave me the fuck alone.” 

When you turn to look at him, he almost wishes you hadn’t. 

There’s a lifetime of pain in your eyes. Anger. Distrust. Hurt. All of it caused by their hand, their decisions. 

He tries anyway. He has to. 

“Did ye know goldfish can grow up to ten inches? Researched it when we…” he swallows the lump in his throat, “when we got home.” Still nothing. Your fingers twitch on the edge of your kindle, and he’s overcome with the urge to place his hand there, to hold yours. “Ye know, Si an’ I were talking, it might be good for you to come down for a meal? Maybe ye could come downstairs for breakfast tomorrow? Pen asked.” Using Penny is wrong, he knows that, but he’s drowning and he doesn’t know how much farther they can sink at this point. 

But it all falls on deaf ears. 

You give him one last long look, another glare overflowing with malice, more rage, more despair, everything twisted up into a complicated knot. 

He's well practiced with bombs, confident, rarely makes a mistake-

but this is one he's terrified to defuse.

“Johnny… just... leave me alone. Please.” No, he wants to tell you, no, I'd rather have you scream at me for hours on end, I'd rather have you throw another mug at my head, over all of this... this agonizing silence.

“Okay,” he whispers, “I’ll… leave ye be.” 

“Upset?!” You cover your heart with your palms. “Upset…” 

“Sweetheart-” Simon hangs back behind Johnny, allowing him to take the lead, again, but still trying to coax you to calm, and you look at one then the other, shaking your head, tossing the phone on the bed.

“You… you hid all of this from me. I knew you were military but this…” You’re angry, but beneath it, fighting for freedom, is pain. Pain caused by them, by this betrayal. “Phillip aside, you kidnapped me!” 

“We had no choice,” Johnny’s voice wavers and he scrambles for control. “We couldnae leave ye alone and unprotected, an’ we knew ye wouldnae listen to us if we just… showed up.” 

“I wish I had better aim,” you spit, staring daggers at where Simon’s arm sports a fresh bandage, covering the stitches. He flinches. 

“We would never hurt ye-” A bitter laugh cuts him off, and you throw your hands up, gesturing around the room. 

“What do you call this then, Johnny? What would you call drugging me and hauling me away from my home?” 

"That wasnae yer home! Yer home is wit' us, bun." You stare at him in disbelief.

"You're out of your fucking mind if you think this... this could be my home now."

“I promise-” Simon starts again but you glare at him. 

“Your promises mean fuck all, Simon Riley.” 

“We’ve never lied to ye, bunny, an’ if we had known from the beginning, we could have protected ye, made sure he never came near ye again.” It’s low to use your own evasion against you, your own survival instincts, but he’s grasping at straws. He’s not sure it’s possible to tell you how sorry they are anymore, they’ve said it a thousand times. You snort. 

“You’re unbelievable. Both of you. And you’re no better than him.” 

“That’s not true.” Simon cuts, sharp edge slicing through your declaration. “We would never, ever hurt you. We love you.” Your swallow is audible, and for a second, you falter. A tear falls. Johnny steps forward. 

“Bun-“ 

“I want you to go.” 

“Ye have every right-” 

“Get out!” You scream it, pointing at the door with a shaking finger. “Get the fuck out.” Simon doesn’t take a single second before turning his back and disappearing, leaving Johnny alone with you. 

Defeated. 

“I love ye.” He murmurs softly, and you scoff. 

“Fuck your love, Johnny. It means nothing.”

The scream wakes them both at zero two hundred. 

It’s blood curdling, could shatter the windows, shake the house down to the studs. 

Simon’s faster than him lately, gets the drop- 

But he bypasses your room. 

“I’ll take care of Penny.” Of course. She’d be awake. That would’ve woke anyone. 

The door creaks when it flings wide, and then he’s sitting at your hip on the mattress, holding you, calling your name. The whites of your eyes shine in the dark, pupils slowly adjusting as he flicks the light on next to the bed. 

He braces for a fight, shores his defenses, readies himself for the venom, but the only thing you give him is the trembling of your lower lip, and your tears, your hand stretching for his. “Shhh, ye’re okay, it’s okay. Was jus’ a dream bunny, jus’ a dream.” Your chest heaves. 

“I… Phillip...” 

“He’s no’ here, it’s just ye and me. Simon and Pen down the hall.” He’d be lying to himself if he said this isn’t making a sick part of him happy, this need you seem to have for him, for comfort, even if it may be fleeting. “Ye’re safe, pretty girl.” A moan escapes you, working its way into a sob, and you curl forward. 

Into him. 

In this darkness, the early hour of the morning, the two of you are suspended in time, alone in this world where nothing bad ever happened and you’re safe in his arms. Like the man he sees in the mirror doesn’t disgust him, like his remorse isn’t a living, breathing thing, a reaper waiting to take him away. 

And when your nose presses to his chest and you wet his shirt with tears as he rocks you, promises you’re safe, that they’ll take care of you, that he loves you, all the words they’ve said since the day they met you, the guilt threatens to drown him-

And his own tears drip from his face. 

[arabellasfvv]

MDNI 18+ Graves is an ass man if we're on it. <- Price. Kyle ver.

He likes to hug from the front so his hands can slide down and grip the meat of your ass. Sometimes lifting up the weight just to let it drop again. He thinks he's being sneaky glancing over your shoulder to see the action. He's not, you've just stopped calling him out.

He likes to help you get dressed. Because yes, he's a gentleman that likes to care of his partner and help out wherever he can. But mostly so he can watch your ass slip into panties he choose, pulling on some tight jeans over them, watching them stretch to fit you in... fuck.

He's a protective man, always having you close when you're walking somewhere together. So what better way to keep you close than to slip his hand into your back pockets. Getting a nice feel of that pretty ass and making sure youre not running of at the same time? Yeah he's not complaining.

Doggy is guarantee (but usually infront of a mirror because he just loves your face too much to have it hidden in bedsheets. Needs to see it as much as your ass). Your ass will be red once youre hand, if its not from his greedy hands grabbing and groping, its from how hard and from how long his pelvis was slapping against it.

He will spank you, though usually its not even meant as a punishment. He likes straightening you out, yes. But he honestly just likes the way your flesh jiggles and grows red, especially when its in the form of his handprint.

He loves watching you fuck yourself back on him, if it's in doggy and he's just feeling mean enough to stop moving. Forcing you to use those pretty hips to move yourself back and forth. Or in reserved cowgirl when he can grab a perfect handful of you and help you keep moving. (Because I promise you will be out if energy before he's done.) Watching how your ass slams down on his pelvic areahas him fighting back to come prematurely. And when you arch and stretch and your ass moves with it? He's a goner.

Do not, I repeat do not, wear shorts, skirts, or dresses that are short enough to show the swell of your ass unless you want to be bend over within a minute.

"Hun, my lap is right here. Don't know why ya would prefer a chair to it," he tsks at the end of those kinda sentences as if youre ridiculous. Because you are! Why would you not be sitting on his at all times? Just sit down, love. The man will sulk until you do.

Loves to have you laying on top of him while sleeping so he can cradle your head, while the other moves over the swell off your ass, gropes and lighlty slaps it. Atleast until you complain that you can't sleep this way, so it settles on slipping into your sleeping pants and rest on the warm skin.

Will absolutely, with pure joy lay his head on your ass and take a nap right there. Especially after you've showered and youre still radiating heat from the hot water. No arguments.

If you work out, or stretch, especially if you do yoga he will be on his knees begging to watch. Maybe he'll join, but he usually gets too distracted about halfway through, and sometimes you think about tying him up until youre done so he cannot grab onto your ass.

Can only spoon you if he's actually tired, otherwise he'll feel your ass pressing against him too much and you have his boner pressing into your lower back in no time. And if it doesnt happen at night, its in the morning. Is it a morning wood or is he actually aroused already? Good luck guessing. Because either way, "don't even have to move, just let me in, darlin'."

[v1x3n]

-⸝⸝ʚ THE MOHAWK ɞ⸝⸝

141 - johnny 'soap' mctavish ⸝⸝ navigation

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : you're an art teacher who moved over to a new school for a new start, you weren't expecting to get in between 4 of the other teachers ; johnny mctavish - the chemistry teacher, simon riley - the english teacher, kyle garrick - the pe teacher and john price - the history teacher.

୨୧ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 : fluff - eventual angst, more fluff and smut.

part one / ?? - also not proof read

your last school got annoying, some shitty northern school where all the kids wouldnt listen. the annoying little pricks would run rampage across the place, litter everywhere because the school spent the money not on bins or cleaners but for stuff for the principal and the higher ups. so you quit and jumped from school to school untill you landed at this one.

this new school had its ups and downs but all good schools had that. the staff were nice and the kids were decent. not many kids were classed as 'rebels', most of them were good, well-behaved. well in school they were, you didnt want to see what kind of stuff they did after school. even just being in the school half a week, you had heard some stuff. normal British school rumours though. 'this teachers shagged students!' 'i heard the pe teacher is a nonce and cheating on his wife!' obviously they werent true though.

after a while you had met nearly every one in your floor, you hadnt met this one man who was strutting around. speaking to everyone and then eventually you. it was lunch break and you with a few other teachers were chatting, thats when he rocked up. he wore a ironed light blue shirt with a black/grey sweater on the top, his sleeves rolled up to the top of his forearm, just below his elbow. his pants were brown and perfectly outlined the shape of his bulking thighs. "yer new 'ere" he speaks, directly at you yet you hadnt noticed and continued eating your pasta pot. so he sat next to you, he dumped himself down and smiled cheekily at you, "i said 'yer new 'ere" his voice changed to a more dominating tone.

"ah sorry!" you slightly chuckle, pure nervousness. he returns a wide smile at you whilst he takes in your laugh. you give him your name and he replies with, "nice to meet ya, me names johnny"

as you continue eating your meal, he pulls out his. you take the chance to gaze up at his face, well more his hair. his kind of grown out Mohawk made you think what his personality was like. he seemed nice so far.

strange.

you couldnt say it wasnt pretty hot though, obviously you wouldn't tell people that! you were barley a week into being at this school and you had liked it so far, you wouldnt want your chances ruined because of your silly attraction to his hair. his fluffy, brown long hair.

"what department ye in, bonnie?"

"art"

"hm." he sits whilst chewing down on his beef sandwich.

the two of yous talked for a while, the whole of lunch actually. a few people tagged along, just another teacher who you had been talking too for the last few days, she was nice. her name was liv and she was luckily another art teacher. you three were talking, mostly about you : where you came from,other schools youve been at and what you thought on this school.

everyone shared their opinions on the school, you thought it was decent whilst the other two liked it. they had told you after a bit all the flaws dont seem like flaws. it was entertaining, all the rumours and drama that went around.

lunch soon finished and johnny smiled cheekily once more at you, "what days will you be working?"

"i get mondays off" you reply with a happy smile. "great! i ken see ya everyday" he smirks.

you giggle nervously at him and nod, "ill see ya, johnny"

"bye hen"

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[mousy-muses13]

Chapter 8

Viola

Dinner was normal despite what had happen this evening. I also now know from this evening that when alphas get horny and are aroused their scents go from light to heavy. At the table everyone was trying to hid how heavy their scents got when I pulled my hair up and my hickey was on display. I offered to do the dishes tonight and John stayed behind on the kitchen table reading some reports and drinking what I assume is whiskey. “ The base commander and Colonel wants to meet with you tomorrow at 09:00. I assume you know what is appropriate to wear.” I nod. “ Are you ok after what happen today? Johnny told us about the panic attack. Do you want to talk about it?” I stop doing the dishes to think the question over. If I tell him will he think of me as a failure of an omega. Would he even understand? Then I think back to what Kate said when my nightmares started and you could tell I was losing sleep. Kate told me its ok to tell the ones I trust of my struggles, how else would they ever trust me with theirs if I never share mine. 

I grab a towel to dry my hands and then I turn and lean up against the sink. “ My omega kept bugging me about my nest and how it was incomplete. I tried for hours to fix it and nothing would appease her. I felt like I was failing at being an omega. Isn’t this supposed to come to me naturally? I mean you are literally giving me lessons on being an omega.” John keeps his focus on me the entire time I’m talking. When I finish he starts to laugh. Oh wow such reassurance. I toss the towel at him and he catches it. I turn back to the sink and continue on the dishes. He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my middle. He rests his head on top of mine.

“ Dove, we had about a 24 hour warning before you got here. You would’ve laughed seeing how nervous and unprepared we were. Your room is my old room, I had Simon and Johnny rush into town to get you a whole new bed with sheets. After moving all my stuff Kyle and I googled how to properly care for an omega. We then as a pack shared any knowledge we had on omegas that aren’t really talked about. We were and are still trying to figure you out. Johnny was practically vibrating the morning of your arrival. Kyle stress cleaned, I smoked two cigars out of nerves, Simon was in your room double checking that the bed was properly put together and wouldn’t fall apart.” John then moved his hands down to my hips to turn me around. “ You have just as much learning to do as we do. I didn’t even know touched starved omegas were a thing. I also didn’t know that omegas can smell just as delicious as you.” He says that last part in a low tone almost a growl.

“Is it also normal for me to be ok with being this comfortable with you guys being so close and touchy with me?” I ask in a soft tone. Looking into his blue eyes. I always was very caution about people touching me. I remember when I got my first girlfriend it took me forever to be comfortable holding her hand. With them I want to always be close to at least one of them. 

“Yes. Your omega feels safe here and wants to make it easier for you to adjust. She also wants you to form bonds with us faster. I know my alpha always wants to be near you. I have this impulsive need to touch you and show you as much affection as you’ll let me. My alpha especially likes this little mark on your neck from our pack mate.” He brushes his finger along my neck and smooth over the hickey and I let out and small moan since its still a little tender to touch. John growls a little and steps away from me.

“ Finish the dishes Dove then meet us in the living room. We have a nest to help you with.” I nod to him and turn around to finish.

After I’m done with the dishes I walk into the living room and all the boys are there. They have blankets and pull-overs on the empty chair. “ Are these all for me?” 

“Yes Luv, we won’t enter your room yet but this will probably help for now. When we are free this weekend we can all make a trip into town to get you supplies that you need.” Kyle smile is as wide as ever. I inhale and all their scents smell light and airy. They must all be happy to provide me with nesting material. I walk over to the bundle of soft things and pick it up. 

Everything feels right for now. I do want string lights around the bed so I have a dim light option and maybe nicer pillows. I pick up one of the blankets closes to me and I give it a big sniff. It smells like lemon and black pepper. He really gave me something. He might’ve been forced to but its something. With that I check to make sure I set an alarm and I drift of to sleep. 

BEEP BEEP BEEPI roll over and turn off my alarm 07:00. It’s time to get up and get ready. I have to meet the Colonel today. I walk over to the bathroom and flip on the light. I stare into the mirror and I see my reflection. I look more closely at my neck and an examine the hickey Soap gave me. It’s a lot darker now. You can definitely tell it’s there, it’s doesn’t hurt when I poke it so that’s good. I don’t have any make up so I definitely can’t cover it up. I did bring a black long sleeve turtleneck shirt. I’ll just have to put that on with some black jeans. I hop in the shower so my hair is more manageable to style. I get dressed and put on my old combat boots. It feels weird to be wearing clothes like this again. I’ve gotten used to my cute sundress’ or yoga pants with a baggy shirt. Definitely weird wearing boots. In Italy I basically only wore sandals and up here I wore my Vans or slippers. I brush and gel my hair back into a ponytail just like I did on American bases. I double check to make sure I put on scent patches, I don’t want the whole base to figure out I’m an omega on the first day. I take a deep breath and exit the room. 

I walk down the hallway and into the kitchen where I’m greeted with everyone there. I sit down at the table and it’s complete silence which is weird because Johnny is always bugging Kyle about something stupid. John sets down a plate and gives the top of my head a small kiss. I blush at that action and look down at the plate. It’s half a bagel with cream cheese and breakfast sausage with fruit. Everyone else starts to pile on there food to plates and start to eat. It’s comfortable silence but I feel like something is off. When I look up from my plate to drink some juice I see Johnny just staring at me. “What, is there something on my face? Is it what I’m wearing? This is what I normally wore on base when I was in the states after I became spec ops.”

“There is nothing wrong with what you are wearing Luv. I just think everyone is just taken back at how good you look dressed up.” Kyle is trying so hard to hid his blush it’s so cute. 

“Yeah lass. Ye look smokin hot, but why ya have to go and cover up my little love bite. I’m quite proud of me hard work. Ouch LT why’d ya hit me for.” I giggle at the fact Simon just hit Johnny upside his head. Johnny rubs his head and pouts. 

“She is meeting the Colonel today. She can’t be sporting a hickey when she meets him. It’s not a claiming mark where she can let it be visible.” Simon come in to save me from having to explain it to Johnny. 

“In the states if we have a hickey that is visible when we are in uniform we can get fined for destruction of government property. It happen to the bases man whore. It was quite funny.” John chuckles while shaking his head. 

“Are you nervous about today?” Simon asks me. I shake my head no and sip the rest of my tea. “That’s good. There really isn’t anything to be nervous about he isn’t that scary.”

“All right since the both of us are done eating let’s get a move on. I’ll show you around base on the way to the admin building.” I grab my plate and walk over to the sink and set it down with my cup. I follow John out but not before I hear a whistle that could only come from Johnny. 

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[missuswalker]

Kyle dating hc's pleaaaaase 🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️

meow meow meow 🤭🤭

relationship headcannons || kyle broflovski x fem reader

✮ summary: kyle as your boyfreind ✮ warnings: i was gonna do what i did for the clyde one but changed my mind, so nsfw content, reminder that characters are aged up (i'm too much of a kyle girl to pass up the oppurtunity)

sfw

before ya'll started dating he did your homework for you as a rizz tactic

he thought it would make you want him

turns out you wanted him even before he started doing your homework, so he starts making you do it yourself

but kyle would do anything for you, so if you ask him with that pretty face of yours, he'll do it anyways

ya'll had a long "are we dating are we not phase"

he's been screwed over so many times that he wanted to make sure you were the one

you definitely were

after much convincing from stan and a couple hundred "no balls, you wont"s from cartman, kyle finally asks to be his gee-eff (girlfriend)

over text in your instagram dms

LOOK, HE WAS TOO NERVOUS TO DO IT IN PERSON

he did it very romantically though

loooooooong paragraph about how much he likes you and wants you to be all his

ends it with "And I know you piss me off sometimes, but I think I could really make us work."

as SOON as you say yes

"Come over. You have my address."

anyways, moving on, he acts like he thinks pet names are cringe, but he can't help but call you that goody goody shit like "angel"

do you hear purring? sorry

anyways, he spoils you to death, like what was in my love language hcs

"oh wow that's so cute" "what color do you want it in" "kyle 😟"

loooves when you wear his boxer shorts around his house, he thinks he's THE man when you do

his mom likes to talk to him about embarrassing things in front of you to mess with him

"hi boobala, your spiderman underwear is fresh out of the dryer 🥰" "ma, that's ikes, get out 😡😡😡😨😰"

when you guys cuddle, he puts his hand up your shirt and rubs your back

he has cold ass hands though

kisses the top of your head all the time

he's like 6'2 so if you're shorter than him he's all like "aww elf 😻😻" when in reality he's just tall

nsfw

WOOF WOOF WOOF AWOOOOO

damn

first time he was suuuuuper sweet and gentle

after that he puts his temper into it

its like theres an earth quake from the bed rocking

ike ain't a snitch though 🤐

he is rough, hoowee

grunts, huffs, groans

all the good shit

probably says some good girl shit at some point

if he's actually upset, he rather you take control

lets you do whatever you want and whimpers

he whines yall

but if cartman pissed him off, its not the same

has you in doggy style and goes WILD

he don't care if you're screaming

yeah he does, when he's finished he STRESSES about sheila

"dude, you were fucking rabid, i'm so fucked 😰😰"

sheila side eyes him at breakfast but doesn't say anything

makes gerald give him the talk

gerald makes randy give him the talk

randy informs him of new positions

someone on wattpad said "jew in the streets, freak in the sheets"

[virgil-upinthestars]

like a little prayer - chapter one

Pairing: Loki x Mobius, Deadpool x Wolverine

Words: 2,585

Summary: Mobius and Sylvie pull some strings to contact some of the only people who might be able to get to Loki, proposing a plan that could help them all.

Chapter Warnings: Strong language, somewhat insincere threats of violence, light shenanigans, angst, pining, gay bickering

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Into the sparkly sling ring portal, out onto a squeaky black marble floor. Wade’s forehead collided with it, which was less than courteous, and he made a mental note to ask Cassandra what the fuck if they ever met again, but he dearly hoped that would never happen. 

“Ugh, rude!” he groaned, getting his knees under him and grabbing Logan’s quite muscular arm to pull himself up. Logan promptly shoved him into what felt like a desk. 

“Hello,” said a dry, faintly raspy voice. “If you two could sit down and not knock over your drinks, that would be nice.”

Wade grabbed a chair, steadying himself and squinting at a frankly dumpy-looking middle-aged man in a brown suit. “’Scuse me?”

“We’re back,” Logan muttered, his eyes darting around the ceiling beyond the cubicle, and yep, that orange lighting was unmistakable. “She sent us back here. Why’d she do that?”

“Well, I’d assume it’s because you can go anywhere from here, but I’d like to hope it was because I asked nicely,” the man mused, sitting on the other side of the desk and pushing two paper coffee cups towards them. As per usual whenever someone else bought him coffee, Wade popped the top off to check the contents. Once he saw the whipped cream and sprinkles, he gave the drink an approving nod and lifted his mask to down half the contents.

Logan didn't touch his, as he apparently found much more joy in glaring at the man who had so graciously offered them caffeine after a fight. “Nicely?”

“Mm, yes,” The man took a sip of his own coffee, those eyes flicking between the two of them. “The TVA’s had a deal with Cassandra Nova, ever since a few of our operatives ended up in the Void. I’d be the first to admit that a large majority of the Void’s inhabitants probably don't deserve to be there, but unfortunately, that doesn't apply to everyone.” 

“Yeah, Nicepool definitely deserves to be down there," Wade snorted, wiping whipped cream off his face. "Not Mary Puppins, though, can we go get her?”

The man opened one of the orange files on his desk, and turned it around so they could see its contents. “Pyro. Decent kid, but he's taken a deal with your department head, Paradox, to kill Nova. Which I imagine went over fantastically.”

“Yeah,” Wade sucked in a breath through his teeth. “Remind me what this has to do with saving my universe?” Just to be nice, totally not because he felt guilty, he jabbed a thumb towards Logan. “Or fixing his?”

“Well, I've been watching the two of you for a bit, and . . . .” The man folded his fingers on the table. “I think you can help me.”

Immediately, Logan’s eye twitched. “Why should we?”

A smile just flickered on the other man’s face, and he looked up from Pyro’s file. Something about those eyes gave Wade pause, even though they were set in the face of what looked like a middle-aged dad. 

“Okay,” Wade sighed, and he decided that this guy looked like his name would probably be Phil. Or Kyle. Ooh, or John, or — “Owen. We’re on a bit of a mission right now, and unless you’re willing to help me save my universe from that Tom Wambsgans-looking guy — don’t get me wrong, I loved Succession, it was like watching a house full of sex offenders burn down, but —”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” the man said, closing Pyro's file and brushing it to the side. There was a hard light in his eyes, one that Wade recognized: desperation. “Yes, Paradox wants to destroy your timeline, but from what I'm guessing, Nova would be perfectly happy destroying all of them.”

“You people like your guesses,” Logan grumbled.

Wade sighed. “For the last time, peanut, it was an educated wish —”

“Call me that again, and I'll shove that double-whip diabetes bomb right up your —”

“Okay,” the man said loudly, now looking very much like a middle-aged dad. Possibly also a jet ski salesman. “I’ll just cut to the chase. Also, your coffee has Irish whiskey in it, so please do me a favor and drink it.”

“Really?” Logan muttered, lifting the drink. He took a hesitant sip, but it soon turned into chugging the whole drink in one go.

“Thank you,” the man sighed, then cleared his throat. “You two have been dealing with middle management this whole time.” His eyes flickered with a new sort of light, something like hope. “How would you like to go all the way to the top?”

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Mobius M. Mobius had been having a very rough few months. First, he finally manages to catch a Loki, then fucks up by getting attached to him, then gets betrayed by him, which, honestly, what was he expecting — only for that Loki to come back, wide eyed and pleading with him. Then Sylvie went and committed some good old-fashioned murder, and the multiverse started falling apart, tearing Loki into pieces across space and time as he desperately tries to help, and eventually decides that the best way to solve it was apparently to go fuck himself off into oblivion without discussing it with any of them.  

Mobius could’ve killed him.

He also would've given anything to see him again.

He also didn't know whether Loki would feel the same, ‘I did it for you’ or not.

He also was about two inches away from ripping his own ears off so he didn't have to hear these two assholes keep going at each other in some kind of weird, extremely violent, seventy-two hour long foreplay. 

“So, it's a tree,” said Wade Wilson, holding his empty coffee cup like a drag queen as Mobius led them down the hall. Logan was trailing behind, silent for now, but still looking like he was debating whether to slam Wade against or through the nearest wall. “You fancy-pants time CIA bastards take orders from a tree?”

Mobius took a long breath. He could almost hear Loki snapping back that we used to take orders from three lizards who turned out to be robots, how’s the tree sound now?

It was making his heart ache.

“We don't take orders from the tree,” Mobius said, forcing himself to maintain an easy tone. “We protect it. It contains all timelines, all possibilities, branching out into infinity. We can't control it, it can't control us, we can only protect h—it. And if the tree were threatened, the fabric of space-time would start to unravel.”

“Oh, so that’s why you're open to stopping Tom Wambsgans from destroying my universe!” Wade laughed. “Finally, there's a threat big enough to the precious tree for you to acknowledge the fact that my whole life —”

“I didn't know about your timeline, okay?” Mobius sighed, shoving open a door marked NO ENTRY. He led them down a curving stairwell, to where Sylvie had agreed to meet him. “No one knew, until five minutes ago, when unsanctioned time-ripper activity was detected in your universe. B-15’s running through the normal channels to shut it down, but until then, I'm trying to arrange something that will help both of us.”

“Oh, both?” Wade said, tossing his empty cup into the abyss. He promptly sat on the railing and began to slide down it. “Do tell.”

“Yes,” Mobius said, gritting his teeth. The line between his thoughts and his words were quickly becoming blurred. “I get you to the guy at the top, you get him to sustain your world while we deal with Paradox, and then you get him to come the fuck out of his little self-imposed isolation hermit hole.”

Precious silence hung for a few seconds, only to be punctuated by a soft “ooh”.

“So,” Wade slid to Mobius’s side, somehow balancing like a goddamn French girl on the railing. “This guy at the top, huh? You two have a history?”

Mobius glanced back at Logan, who just snorted and rolled his eyes. “You’re the one who gave him coffee.”

“Couple of hand brushes?” Wade was saying, his voice needling into Mobius’s ear. “Lingering hugs? Old married couple banter? Maybe even a soft, gentle, unforgettable night on an office couch —”

“Like you two didn’t basically hate-fuck in that Odyssey!” Mobius snapped, making the white eyes of Wade’s mask go wide.

“Pervert,” he said at last. “That was a very private moment.”

“I will throw you down this stairwell,” Logan hissed, an honest-to-God vein popping out on his forehead. “Say another word, I fucking dare you — ”

“Fergalicious,”

Logan swung a fist towards Wade. Mobius barely had time to think the claws aren’t out, that’s an improvement before the Wolverine’s blow was stopped by a swirl of green light.

“Oh, my!” called a familiar voice. Mobius leaned over and caught sight of Sylvie on the landing below, her eyes fragile with a hopeless sort of amusement, like a man set for execution laughing because he had sixty-nine days to live. “This is them?”

“I’m afraid so,” Mobius called back, unable to hide the relief in his voice that he was now one step closer to getting these repressed disasters out of his sight. “Do you have it?”

“Of course I do,” she snorted, flicking He Who Remains’ TemPad out of her jacket pocket as she climbed the stairs towards them. “I held my end of the bargain. The real question is if they’ll hold theirs.” Her lips twitched slightly as Logan yelled for her to get your fucking magic off me, and directed his arm back to his side before releasing control. Her eyes flickered as she met Mobius’s gaze. “You really think this will work?”

“I hope so,” Mobius replied, forcing a smile to compensate for the slight shake in his voice. “I really hope so.”

“Right,” Sylvie muttered, turning the TemPad over in her hands as she surveyed the two men. “Wade Wilson and Logan Howlett. Gifted with extraordinary healing powers.”

Wade slid off the railing. “Among other things,”

“Good.” Sylvie’s eyes flashed. “We’ll be testing them today.”

“Hold on,” said Logan, the first time he’d really spoken without provocation. He shouldered his way past Wade to scowl at Mobius and Sylvie with equal force. “Whatever this is, I’m not doing it for free.”

“Oh, fantastic,” Mobius sighed, frantically running through a meager list of things the Wolverine might be willing to risk his life for. An overaged bottle of Jack Daniels probably wouldn’t count. Neither would another Irish coffee. Maybe —

“X-23,” Logan said, his voice brusque. “Laura. She’s in the Void. Get her out.”

Mobius blinked.

“Oh my God,” Wade whispered. “I knew the dad instinct was in there somewhere.”

“Shut up,” Logan snapped, before refocusing on them. “Get her out of there and I’ll do it.”

“Uh, sure,” Mobius glanced towards Sylvie, who gave an easy shrug. “Where, uh . . . do you want us to bring her here, or —”

“I don’t care.” Logan’s throat bobbed. “Take her to this idiot’s world if you want, just don’t take her to mine.”

“His is in danger, though —”

The man’s eyes hardened. “Well, it won’t be.”

For a moment, Wade was actually speechless. The Merc with a Mouth was staring at Logan like he’d just dropped out of the sky, white eyes of his mask wide and hands hanging listlessly in the air. 

“You got it,” Mobius said, pulling his TemPad out of his pocket. Ever since he’d come out of the Void himself, he’d tried to keep a closer eye on anyone who might be surviving down there. He hadn’t even been sure that X-23 was still alive until he’d caught word of her with these two, and now that she’d raided Nova’s place with her friends, they’d all be easy to find. “Sylvie, you wanna give them the speech?”

“Love to.” Sylvie held up the black and gold disc, shocking Wade out of his trance with a shiny thing. “This is a TemPad. With it, I’ll be sending the two of you straight to the trunk of the tree itself, where hopefully, you’ll be able to withstand the Gods-awful amount of temporal radiation long enough to get the attention of the annoying prick at the center. Sound good?”

“Ooh, temporal radiation!” Wade let out a whistle. “I’ve never experienced that one before. What does it do?”

Sylvie’s lip twitched, but there was no humor in her eyes. “Turn you into skin spaghetti.”

“Oh.”

“The levels around the tree would be very lethal to me or Mobius, but we’ve been hoping for a while that you two would be able to complete the job for us.” She twirled the disc in her fingers, and at a sharp look from Mobius, she rolled her eyes and continued. “And we’ll be sending this with you, for your way back.”

“Really?” Wade brightened, holding out a hand. “Yes, please — ”

“Not you.” Sylvie pointed at Logan. “You. You actually seem like the responsible type.”

“Oh, we are truly in catastrophic times,” Wade groaned, leaning back against the railing. “So, about this ‘annoying prick at the center’ —”

Mobius’s TemPad began to buzz. He flicked the notification away from the approximated map of the Void he’d been building, but then there was another alert, and then another, and the thing was nearly buzzing out of his hands. Over it all, highest priority, was a message from B-15.

If you don’t reappear sometime in the next thirty seconds, the whole multiverse is fucked.

Mobius’s heart shot into his throat as he scrolled through the hundreds of alerts, then dropped right down into his stomach.

“Shit,” he whispered.

“Mobius?” Tense worry spiked in Sylvie’s voice, nearly shocking him out of his haze. “Mobius, what’s happened —”

“It’s Cassandra Nova,” he choked out, fumbling up the stairs. “She’s — she’s heading for the Time-Ripper.” His heart pounded in his ears. “She’s — she’s going to —”

She’s going to kill him.

Sylvie hissed something in an old Asgardian tongue, flicking her TemPad and opening a door in front of him. “Get to the war room, I’ll make sure these idiots make it to the tree.”

“Just —” Mobius turned back to Wade and Logan, two men in bright primary-colored suits standing in a TVA stairwell, two men who were as likely to try and kill each other as they were to fuck, two men who were each certified mental disasters but as it stood, his only chance of ever seeing Loki again. 

He’d been watching them for more than a while. He’d gone looking for variants who could withstand the tree’s temporal radiation the second he’d gotten back to the TVA, since Sylvie had told him she could pinpoint the tree’s location, but he hadn’t been able to convince any to help him until now. Here were two men, just as desperate as he was, two men who were now looking back at him with that mirrored, last-ditch determination.

Because fuck it — if this didn’t work, nothing would. 

Mobius swallowed, managing to say, “Just — tell him I miss him, would you?”

If he’s even still alive when you reach him. If any of us are still alive.

Wade nodded. “You got it, Lightning McQueen.”

His lips twitched. “Mobius.”

“Oh!” The white eyes of his mask widened. “You’re Mobius! Which means the guy in the tree has to be —”

Mobius didn’t even care how Wade knew, he didn’t want to hear that name said out loud. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stand it. Instead, he turned and bolted up the stairs. 

Towards the one thing he could do.

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more here on ao3

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

not a req but i was js thinking: imagine the boys w a famous s/o (could be an actor, sports, wtv) and like they see an edit of their s/o on tiktok or sum and they show their s/o like “LOOK. ITS U. THE LOVE OF MY LIFE”

idk man this was so random lol but what do u think they would be like if smth like that happened

You say "not a req" and yet I will TREAT IT AS A REQ

The 141 with a Famous Spouse: Edits.

TW: Some NSFW stuff under the cut (m!masturbation).

You and Simon/John/Johnny/Kyle have been very private about your relationship. Both a mix of you being in the public's eye and his career, it just makes sense to keep it secretive. He doesn't even *tell* anyone he's married and you never say his name in public, only ever referring to him as 'my husband' in interviews, leaving your fans to wonder.

John: I think John isn't as active on social media to find edits easily... But there was that one time where he watched an online interview of yours on youtube and they had you reacting to fanfiction and edits and he did a quick google search and... That man will 100% download every tiktok with an edit of yours he can find, so he can watch them in the field when there's no reception. One time he texts you a link to one he particularly loves and adds: "Look at how talented your fans are. They somehow make me love you more with each one of these I find."

Simon: You'd never expect it but he *loves* to watch your interviews on tv/online, and read the tweets whenever something relating to you goes viral. It's only a matter of time until he stumbles across edits. And, let me tell you, he's not even shy about it. He'll watch them while you're both at home lounging. You'll just hear some music coming from his phone and then your own voice reciting that one line from that one interview that one time. "Are you watching videos of me when I'm literally lying on top of you?" "Yes I am. They're very well edited."

Kyle: Boy has known of edits being a thing for ages, watches them for other actors and athletes, so why would he not watch them of their spouse? He especially loves the ones where they ship you with some other celebrity you posed with one time after a movie premiere or a song release or what have you. Like, he cackles at them, knowing your fans are so clueless, he's so proud of himself for 'bagging' you... Sometimes he turns the phone over for you to see them and you always groan at the shit-eating grin on his face. "You're cheating on me with that actor, huh?" He always jokes.

Johnny: Is an ABSOLUTE degenerate. He'll be watching those borderline NSFW edits of you. He's not ashamed about it. Sometimes he jerks off to them too. The man has you on his bed more often than not and yet somehow he still finds time to rub one out to an edit of you in a movie/music video/interview/red carpet and the dirtiest, filthiest song lyrics overtop. He'll also lose it if it includes a scene from that one time you were wearing something sheer, showing off your whole body. The one time you caught him, you heard him murmur a "God, I'm so fuckin' lucky to have ye." under his breath while watching the same edit on repeat.

[clus444]

RealityStar! Gaz Part 3

Open The Chat Rooms

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"Hello everyone! I'm your host, Sativa, and I'm here to test certain theories about love. The contestants will blindly choose their 'Their Forever Partner' and be put through challenges so we can find out how forever their partners are gonna be," Sativa says cheekily. "Sometimes we put what we call 'spies' in the game that no one knows about. Their job is to act like their here for love but its to test limits. More will be explained later as I want to get this show on the road. My final question to the contestants is, are you ready?" The screen turns black and I stare at it waiting for something else to happen.

The words ' Start dating' appear with a loading bar under it. The room is nicely decorated with a beach theme to it. The walls are a nice blue color with a accent wall painted to resemble a beach. They put nice black couch in the wobble with beach themed pillows. Quotes about not giving up taped on the wall. One camera not so secretly placed in the top corner of the room.

The bar finishes loading and 12 profiles pop up. I accept 4 chats and I start three with a simple,

R-Heyyy

Everyone was told no names in case recognition happened. Especially since some have made it known they were on the show. One of the chats consisted of talking about sports only, one treated it as a sex thing kinda and I immediately left, and the others were downright boringgg!

How hard is it to have a normal conversation? Though I can't completely blame them. Dating for me hasn't been lucky and I think I find myself carrying that onto here. But hell can you blame me? Rome wasn't built in a day.

I decide to click on one more before finishing for the day. Clearing my mind and coming at this with as much positive energy as I can.

R- Your profile says that you are from Great Britain

Is the food as bad as they say?

G-Though I love my country,God bless the queen (She's alive right now,I have my reasons), the food does have its faults compared to America

R- Are you trying to say it is better than any other place?!?

G-I said we had some faults... We have some delicacies

R- Can you even count chicken masala...

G- I'll have you know that degradation is my kink

I laugh out loud at that. I guess I kinda did go in hard.

R- Looks like we have something in common.

We began texting back and forth the conversation flowing smoothly. I catch myself giggling and twirling my hair. We talk about movies and of course land on the argument of rose and jack. He could've fit!

G- Yes the door was big enough but! Weight would weigh them down.

R- Puh-Lease! She could have given him her life jacket to help cover him for the cold.

We talk about each others families. His father was enlisted in the army but now spends his days in the wilderness to get his hands dirty. His mom stayed at home to care for him and his sisters. I told him about how my father died which left me and my mother. I only have one sister.

R- My father passed when I was young so I don't have many memories with him.

G- Daddy issues go crazy for the both of us.

Though my father is here, we weren't always close. We are now repairing our relationship.

I also found him to be very funny and quite sassy! His quick comebacks had me dying on the floor. I'm sure the viewers will have a field day with our messages.

*Buzzt*

A buzz happens and lets us know that we have to stop chatting.

G- I'll text you tomorrow. Tell your other dudes I'm first in line.

I smile as I reread his text. I fist bump the air as I start to feel like this wasn't a complete failure. Maybe love is in my cards or maybe I'm being naive and desperate. I'm not quite sure but what I do know is that if this doesn't work out, Hot Girl Summer will!

Kyle receives a small message that says...

S- Feel free to make a confessional. Just grab the camera under the couch and set it where to computer is.

He thinks for a moment weighing his options. He grabs the camera and sets it up. How should I start?

"I'm Kyle Garrick but everyone calls me Garrick. So far I've talked to 8 people. Only two really catch my eye but I have my doubts about this whole thing," He pauses and laughs.

"For some reason, I can't shake the feeling that none of this is real. What can I say? Stacey and I share a similar military family background. And the other one just seems crazy. But I will admit how interested I am to see how this plays out," He finishes talking and signs out.

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Giving you all some more plot but I cant lie and say I wanna skip some parts. Anyways hope you enjoyed!!!

Masterlist

[elisysd]

7. Tell me why there's a wire in my brain that doesn't know the difference of love and in pain

Summary : Kyle Dawson would never be more than a childhood crush to Romy Schumacher and she had made her peace with that fact a long time ago. But when a drunken night leads her waking up next to him, new and old feelings come back to the surface and what started as a mistake quickly becomes an habit. Even if she swore to herself that she would never fall again for the world champion, her heart has other plans. After all, the heart has its reasons, of which reason knows nothing.

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TW: animal violence

Chapter soundtrack: Tears For Fun - Griff

She felt the morning sun hitting her face and sighed, content, before rolling over, enjoying the sheets on her skin until events of the night before made her open her eyes. She had overslept. She should already be gone. She was about to get up and put her dress back on when she felt his hand circling her wrist, forcing her to stay where she was. Kyle was awake, fully and for a while if she could judge it by how open his eyes were. He looked at her, without a word, judging how she would react before slowly letting her go. She blushed and slowly got out of the bed, putting her underwear on, then dress and shoes, very conscious of each of her steps, her breathing shallow as she was feeling his gaze on her, keeping track of her movements. When she was done, she awkwardly went to the door and that’s when she felt him behind her.

“You’re not leaving me again.”

“See, that’s why I’m always making sure I leave before you wake up. It’s making things weird.”

“I’m done letting you run away.”

“And I won’t have this conversation again.”

“Tell me why. Just tell me why you refuse to explore what we have. I’m not asking for a relationship Romy… I just want to know what we are.”

“I already told you.”

“No, you’re eluding it. Talk to me. Please.”

She sighed and bit her lip, avoiding his gaze. 

“I… I don’t do serious and committed relationships. It’s not for me. I like having fun with you but I can’t offer you anything else,” she said, hoping it would be enough for him to let go.

“Why? I’m not forcing you, I just want to understand,” he smiled softly, putting a strand of hair behind her ear.

“You wouldn’t understand, Kyle,” she huffed.

“Let me try.”

“Because I can already read the headlines from there!” she finally erupted. “Romy Schumacher sleeping her way through the top. Or whatever shit they would come up with. Because according to them, that’s the only reason why I have a seat in F1. You don’t know how hard it had been for me when I arrived. Never again. I will never be dragged in the mud like I’ve been ever again. I don’t want to go through that. Once was enough.”

She was trying her best to brush it off, to not show how it still affected her but Kyle knew her. He could see right through what she desperately wanted to hide. And when he gently took her in his arms, she broke down.

“I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone that story, probably not even to Julia, but when Seb arrived as a team principal in Audi, his only request was that I would join as a new driver. That was the only reason he would say yes. He is almost like a second dad for me, he is my mentor, the one who believed in me when other people would not. He fought tooth and nail to get me a seat because for a while Audi was very reluctant to take me in. But they really wanted Seb so they didn’t have much choice. When I was announced, a lot of important people from Audi preferred to leave rather than having a woman in their car and some talked to the media. Rumors were spread about how I got the position. It was everywhere, in every tabloid of every single country. I was apparently having an affair with Seb, he was cheating on his wife with a girl that could be his daughter. I was a homewrecker, a slut, a venal woman. And honestly, I could have handled that if it hadn’t been for the threats. At first, it was stupid comments under my posts and in DMs. But then some people managed to find my house, some tracked me out like I was a vulgar animal. Followed me, screamed nasty things to my ears. I had to get bodyguards for my safety but even that wasn’t dissuading the worst haters.

[TW] Once I was at Audi’s factory and a package was sent to me. Like it happens often, you know it. Fan letters and all… But it was not a letter. Gosh, I still dream about it sometimes. It was the head of a dog ,with blood and a few words written saying ‘you’re the next, bitch.’. [END OF TW]

I remember sitting there, mortified. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t talk. I had to be exfiltrated while the team was checking everything I received. After that, I had a huge talk with my dad and Seb. They were truly concerned about my safety. They seriously asked me if I wanted to keep going. Maybe it was the shock, I don’t know, but I said yes. I couldn’t let them win. I wouldn’t. If I was stepping down, what kind of message was I sending? There are so many girls who started racing because I was inspiring them. I couldn’t do that to them. So, I said that I was going to do it. I don’t regret it. But I would be lying to say that it didn’t affect the way I behave. I choose who I surround myself with, I choose what I show and I always think twice about what I say. One night stands are easy, there are no expectations. Relationships, on the other hand… You and I both know what would be said if what is going on between us was made public. It already lasted long enough”

Kyle didn’t know what to say. He knew what she had been through, he had read the tabloids. More than once had he needed to ask his team to stop talking about Romy in degrading terms. Sometimes, it was pissing him off to hear that his sport was still so unwelcoming to women. For months before and after her arrival, she had been the talk of the paddock. He never really understood why. For anyone who had watched and followed Romy in junior categories, it was obvious that she would end up in F1. She had won championships and for any other drivers it would have been more than enough to be offered a seat. 

“I didn’t know how bad it had been… Romy, I’m sorry. You were always so smiley.”

“Yeah. It was easier to build this whole persona with a nice smile and a bitchy attitude. If I  showed that I didn’t care, then people would get off my back.”

“You kept everything bottled up inside.”

“I had a good support system. Seb in first place. He really built the team from scratch, making sure I was in a safe and healthy environment.”

“Well, you have me as well. You don’t have to be strong all the time. You can lean on me. I promise I won’t go anywhere. I’m your friend first and foremost and if you really don’t want us to be anything else, it’s fine with me.”

“You make me feel good, you know. It’s easy with you. But I don’t have anything else to offer, Kyle. I wish I could, but I can’t lead you on. You don’t deserve that.”

“I take whatever you will give me, don’t worry.”

“That’s the thing. I know you would but I don’t want you to end up resenting me and, before you say anything, that is what will happen if we keep going like that.”

“I won’t resent you. I could never. I just wish you could trust me more,” he sadly smiled, his hand cradling her cheek as he kissed her forehead. 

Something seemed to shift in the air after their discussions. Romy stopped avoiding him and Kyle started to live in the moment and together, they developed a weird routine. They were having friendly interactions during the day, and passionate conversations that didn’t require much talking at night. And it was okay for them both. Romy also stopped fleeing before he was awake but he hadn’t tried to push her limits. He was doing exactly what he promised her, taking what she was willing to give. 

Time flew by until the Casa Grand Prix where, after an impeccable race, Romy had earned her first podium of the season and Kyle was almost happier for her third place than he was for his own win. Audi was improving. Fast. And a part of him started to get worried, maybe Lamborghini should put more risks into the car development. She was ecstatic and for a moment he wondered if she was not about to jump into his arms. But she didn’t, only giving him a bright smile. 

As they were waiting for the podium to start, she sat next to him and Kyle couldn’t help himself but to brush slightly her hand with his fingertips. He swore he saw her flinch and that reaction made him proud. It was little things that were happening sometimes that made him keep faith and hope that someday, they could be more. It was the way her eyes were often soft when she was looking at him. How she shivered when he was kissing her shoulder, how she was the one to send a goodnight text when they were apart. There was something. And he wouldn’t give up on it. 

He couldn’t help but look at her on the podium as she was holding her proud smile, in vain. He was sure she had tears in her eyes but she would never show it. And when the champagne celebrations started, Kyle made sure she would get a shower she would remember. If her smile was wide, it was even wider now and he swore they were the only ones up there. The rest of the world could wait. But he didn’t expect to see her giving him the same treatment with the same fervor. She was spraying him as much as she could, making him back down while laughing. 

“Stop! You’re making me blind with this thing!”

She didn’t listen to him.

Going out seemed like an obvious thing to do to celebrate podiums. They had ended up in a bowling area, a bit last minute and the evening had felt nice until a fight between Julia and Ethan had broken down. After that, no one had the heart to party anymore and little by little the group had gone their separate ways. Only Romy and Kyle had stayed behind. 

“Well, what a day…” she said. 

“Yeah. If only our best friends could stop being this stupid. They are making it harder for everyone.”

“Do you think one day they will get along?”

“You know, I have a nice feeling about them,” he sighed, feeling tired. “I think the race and all the traveling got to me. My head is pounding.”

“You’re getting old,” she teased him. 

“Shut up.”

But he wasn’t joking or taking it lightly. His head was pounding like rarely. He had not drunk anything beside a coke. He suddenly felt the need to sit down but stumbled a little bit. He thought it had not been noticeable but when he felt Romy’s hand holding his arm and guiding him to a chair, he knew he had done a poor job hiding it.

“Just give me a minute. It’s nothing. I’m more tired than I thought, I guess.”

“Do you want a glass of water? Can I do something?”

He opened his eyes and took a deep breath before giving her a reassuring smile. 

“I’m okay. I already feel better.”

It was not entirely true but the last thing he wanted was to worry her. Her frown had not left her during the whole trip to the hotel and when he saw her pressing his floor and not hers, he joked about how he was not feeling good enough for spending the night together. 

“You’re not in shape to please a woman, you look like you’ve been hit by a truck, Kyle. You’re pale. I’m not leaving you alone.”

“It’s nothing Romy, believe me, it’s not the first time it happens.”

“And it’s supposed to make me feel better?” 

“It goes away quickly most of the time.”

“But not today. Don’t lie to me. I feel how you are leaning on me. You’re weak.”

“Jeez… thanks,” he gritted his teeth. 

“Don’t play male alpha with me. You told me a few weeks ago that I could lean on you, well now it’s my turn to prove to you that you can do just the same.”

When they made it to his room, Kyle didn’t take long before collapsing on his bed. He felt Romy removing his shoes and helping him get comfortable. 

“How long has it been going? The headaches and dizziness, I mean.”

“It started before the beginning of the season. It comes and goes. It’s probably nothing, I think being a world champion is taking a toll on me. Maybe I’m not handling the pressure as well as I thought.”

“Did you go to the doctor?”

“I’m not sick Romy.”

“Maybe not. But you never know.”

He finally opened his eyes and saw how worried she was and he felt guilty. She was supposed to be happy about her podium, not worrying about him.

“Romy, come here, please.” 

She sighed and came closer, nuzzling to his side as he brought her closer. 

“I’m okay, I promise. It’s nothing but if it can help you feel better, I’ll go visit a specialist. I don’t want you to worry about me.”

“It’s a bit too late. You would have collapsed if I had not been there.”

“I would have not,” he replied. 

“If it makes you sleep better at night.”

“Speaking of sleeping, you should get some. You can go, nothing will happen to me,” he tried to reassure her. 

“Bold of you to assume I will leave your side tonight,” she smiled, kissing his cheek. 

Author's note: Romy's backstory is pretty horrible, I know. I just want to hug her and tell her she'll be fine. Not immediately though, I need to torture her a little bit more, but one day she'll be okay.

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Bet You Wish You Had Me Back (Shane Walsh x FOC) SMUT one shot

Unbreakable Bonds (Obi-Wan x FOC) Slow burn, eventual smut/romance

After the Storm (Hux x FOC) One shot; smut, sex polle troupe... kinda.

1001 Lonely Nights (Dean Winchester x FOC) Smut, one shot

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[laconchadetumadre]

"broke all of his stuff"

cartman gave kyle aids, and while kyle did laugh at cartman it WAS ironic that cartman was always threatening to give kyle aids and then got aids himself, kyle was not to blame for cartman getting aids and he wasnt mocking him, cartman's situation is ironic and thats intented on the creators side, kyle is meant to be a stand in for the audience (since only the audience would remember cartman's aids gag).

"stole his girlfriend"

kyle didn't set out to "steal" heidi from cartman, he recognized that she was in an abusive relationship and wanted to help (because he related to her unbalanced power dynamic with cartman, hence the whole "we are all going out with cartman"). although i do agree he should have stayed out of it, i don't believe this is enough to justify cartman's harassment towards kyle.

"sabotaged his happy future with a wife and kids"

cartman was planning on murdering 10-year-old kyle, and at the end it isn't even kyle or any of the boys who ended up activating the time traveling machine, it's cartman's baby who does after shouting "Fuck you, Uncle Kyle!". It is the hatred against kyle that Cartman himself had instilled into his own family that ended up wiping them from existence. It might not be super on the nose that cartman had been badmouthing kyle to his family even since before reuniting with him, but it is definitely hinted at in the Post Covid special given that Yentl recognized kyle right away and didn't seem happy about him.

"REFUSED to help him when he was sucked into a parallel dimension"

kyle wasn't looking when cartman was sucked into the portal though, he was skeptic about the whole thing so he probably didn't even think cartman was in danger. cartman also tends to overreact or emotionally manipulate the boys so it is pretty reasonable that kyle is doubtfull whenever cartman asks for help. kyle is also usually critized for "sticking his nose where he shouldnt", so i actually think it's nice when he gets to walk away from things tbh. Also, Kyle isnt responsible for cartman, its not his job to care for him or do anything whenever he is in trouble.

"still kept fucking harassing him for being fat even when cartman stopped making jew jokes for the most part"

did you skip the cupid ye episode? cartman has definitely not grown out of his antisemetisism or harassment of kyle quite yet.

"and ya'll have the nerve to shame cartman just for lightly teasing kyle at the end????"

people are allowed to have their own takes on the specials. i personally did like the final punchline even if kyle was the butt of the joke because it was very in character for cartman.

"the reason why this episode was such a breath of fresh air was bc it finally showed kyle being nice to cartman for once and being a good friend BACK"

there are multiple other instances of kyle being nice to cartman or helping him out, this isnt the only time this has happened. off the top of my head i can list off a few episodes here: jewpacabra, tegrity farms (when kyle tried to pay off cartman's and butters debt to some vape dealer), mexican joker, "help, my teenager hates me!", manbearpig, etc. the biggest difference between kyle and cartman when they are helping each other out is that cartman is often forced into helping kyle out (tonsil trouble, mexican joker if you squint, since stan got cartman deported) or is doing so in order to make up for some atrocious thing he has done to kyle previously (mexican joker); on the other hand, kyle is often helping cartman out of a shitty situation that cartman put himself in (tegrity farms, jewpacabra, manbearpig, its a jersey thing, etc).

"cartman helps kyle with shit all the time too i mean deadass remember when he got out of the hospital bed to save kyle from the PC people????"

while there are moments where cartman's actions end up benefiting kyle or the other boys, what happens more often is that cartman realizes helping out the others will result in something beneficial for himself, just like in the very example you provided. kyle says so himself in the end of the episode "It just seems to me like we all lost in this, and that the only person who won was you" his opinion may be biased but, at the end, cartman did get to pull a very racist scheme with the whole mexican pregnant women and tacos thing and faced no consequences for this in particular and, to top it all of, it isn't this particular scheme what solves the problem, it's kyle deciding to succumb to peer pressure that fixes everything.

"yet, kyle didn't appreciate it and still broke all of cartman's stuff"

correct me if im wrong but if this is referring to that one time kyle threatened to break cartman's xbox then we are talking about "tounsil trouble" (12x1), which happens before cartman "saving" kyle from the PC people in Stunning and Brave (19x1) so it's imposible for kyle to "appreciate" something that hasnt happened yet.

"and tried sabotaging his relationship the next season"

cartman self-sabotaged his relationship with heidi, he had already attempted murder and kidnapping on her and successfully jeopardized her health by tricking her into eating junk food and then fatshamed her for putting on weight.

"kyle going out of his way to help cartman with a weight loss drug is honestly the LEAST he could do"

considering how many times cartman has endangered kyle's own health, i dont really think so. even if they were both on even terms, no one really owes you any help to get your own medical records straight (except for the health system itself but that's besides the point).

"to make up for all the times cartman was nice to him and tried helping him and he was an ungrateful little bitch about it."

like i said, kyle has helped out cartman just as many times, and kyle actually does it out of the kindness of his heart, unlike cartman who is usually trying to get something for himself.

"that's why i'm rlly not that mad abt cartman making that ginger jew joke at the end"

this is the only thing i agree with from this whole rant.

"at least they're even now"

i think cartman would end up getting screwed over a thousand times more if kyle tried to make things "even".

ya'll forget how much cartman unconditionally supports kyle

ok so i HATED how after the end of obesity special all the people who shit on cartman while blindly supporting anything kyle does were all like "ugh i can't believe cartman insulted kyle even after how much he helped him in the episode!1!1 😤" or "wow kyle is such a good person he's still willing to help cartman even after everything cartman's done!1!1!" like ok i'm gonna stop you right there LOL. are ya'll forgetting how much of an ASS kyle's been to cartman the past few seasons?!?!? (and rlly the whole series lol) that piece of shit deadass broke all of his stuff, stole his girlfriend, sabotaged his happy future with a wife and kids, REFUSED to help him when he was sucked into a parallel dimension where everyone is replaced with a diverse woman, and still kept fucking harassing him for being fat even when when cartman stopped making jew jokes for the most part. and ya'll have the nerve to shame cartman just for lightly teasing kyle at the end???? the reason why this episode was such a breath of fresh air was bc it finally showed kyle being nice to cartman for once and being a good friend BACK. ya'll are forgetting the fact that cartman helps kyle with shit all the time too i mean deadass remember when he got out of the hospital bed to save kyle from the PC people???? yet, kyle didn't appreciate it and still broke all of cartman's stuff and tried sabotaging his relationship the next season LOL. so yeah kyle going out of his way to help cartman with a weight loss drug is honestly the LEAST he could do at this point to make up for all the times cartman was nice to him and tried helping him and he was an ungrateful little bitch about it. that's why i'm rlly not that mad abt cartman making that ginger jew joke at the end bc i mean at least they're even now and it's rlly nowhere near as bad as all the unappreciative ways kyle has tried to screw cartman over after cartman was there for him.

[diaborodevil]

Manaless

In this world we are all born with mana blessed onto us by the great fathers of heaven and to become a mage is the greatest thanks to them but if you have malice in your soul you’ll be cursed and become a beast so are you ready for the enlightenment process

Kyle: I was born ready

Catherine: I am ready to make my parents proud

Herry: I think I need a few minutes to reevaluate this choice

Arch mage: the you all get a few minutes to reevaluate

Kyle: why are you reconsidering

Herry: what if I become a beast then I’ll become a slave

Kyle: that won’t happen it’d be impossible for that to happen to you

Herry: I I just don’t want to be an outcast

Catherine: well you don’t need to beast to be an outcast

(Catherine looks out a window staring at a white robed individual standing in the forest)

Herry: who’s that

Catherine: don’t know but some say that he excelled at the academy but once he became a mage he got exiled

Kyle: hey bad example but yeah that guy has like a hundred rumors floating around him like that his father “mated” with a beast leading to him

Herry: you know what I’ll go through with it

Kyle: yeah all three of us will be mages

Catherine: we’ll be the ultimate team

(And so the ritual commences)

Arch mage: do you three promise to use the gift of the great fathers wisely and in there name

Kyle: I promise

Herry: I promise

Catherine: I promise

Arch mage: then let the ritual of enlightenment begin

(The ground beneath the three begin to illuminate glowing multiple colors)

Herry: Aughhhhh *bweh*

(Herry falls to the ground)

Catherine: “hmmm I guess he isn’t mage material”

(The arch mage steps back hesitantly)

Kyle: uh uhhh Aughhhhh *bweeh*

(Kyle falls to the floor)

Catherine: “am I going to be the only mage”

(The arch mage walks all the way back to the wall)

Catherine: are are they going to turn into beasts

(Suddenly the light surrounding Catherine disappears)

Catherine: what what’s happening ah ah ahhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Arch mage: oh no she she shifted I I need to protect myself

(Suddenly the beast crashed through the doors and ran out of town)

Arch mage: what am I going to do atleast we got two mages out of this

(Eventually day turns to night as villagers and mages look for the beast but eventually they give up but we see someone moving through the forest)

Meanwhile in a cave

Catherine: what went wrong why did I become a beast what did I do wrong

: illuminos

Catherine: oh no I’ve been found

(A figure in a white hooded robe walks into the cave holding a long staff a gem glowing brightly at its end)

:don’t worry everyone looking for you is gone and to answer your question low natural mana

Catherine: who are wait what

Carlos: my name is Carlos and you were born with an amount of natural mana under 35 percent

Catherine: what do you mean

Carlos: people with low natural mana turn into “beasts” instead of a weak mage

Catherine: huh

Carlos: it’s natural thing that happens some of us are born with a lot of mana and some of us like you are born with lackluster mana just human nature

Catherine: but that would mean that

Carlos: the church lies yes it does

Catherine: wait how do you know this

Carlos: well my dad was a historian and my mom well she was a umm (Carlos removes his hood revealing white wooly hair and two small horns at the top of his forehead his eyes a dim yellow) she was a beast

Catherine: oh great fathers it’s true your father

Carlos: no no my mom was still human pregnant but then went to get enlightened while pregnant and I’m like this either way I’m here to help you

Meanwhile at a clinic

Kyle: uh my head what happened

Doctor: you passed out while your man’s matured

Kyle: so that means

Doctor: you passed

Herry: uh where am I

Kyle: in recovery

Herry: okay wait where’s Catherine

Doctor: your friend I was told she turned into a beast and ran into the woods

Kyle: no I can’t believe it is there a cure

Doctor: nope not even the strongest healing mages can fix that

Kyle: well we will find her and help her any way we can right

Herry: yep but we should practice our new magic before going on a suicide mission

And that’s that a new original thing hope you liked it if you have any questions ask them

[lovelykil]

Kyle x reader but its an aquarium date, BUT the aquarium has one of those events where you can spend the night in the aquarium 🤭 maybe smut??

「 Fishy Date 」

kyle x reader older ver.

cw; none I think kaksnhd

note; I love sharks so I projected a little on here sorry 🤷🏾‍♀️ (not) I do this a lot on my stories so 😭 anyway

"You wanna go to the aquarium for our date?"

"Yeah why not? I used to go there all the time as a kid it would be fun to visit again and relive everything." You set your phone down to look at Kyle. He leaned on his pillow looking at the open Google page to the aquarium.

He looked up at you, his expression confused.

"It smells though."

"It's an aquarium.."

"Yeah so it smells fishy." Kyle turned off his phone. You couldn't help but crack a smile, covering your mouth to giggle.

The ginger rose his eyebrow staring at you again "What's so funny?"

"You said fishy, that was corny."

"Oh– you idiot." He caught on, causing a grin to appear on his face as he ruffled your hair. You chuckled some more before going to rest your head on his chest.

He set his hand on your waist and looked down at you.

"Sooo.. aquarium then?" You smiled innocently up at him. You held your bright smile hoping to convince him, after a few seconds of him looking down at you deciding whether or not he should agree he eventually did with a sigh.

"Okay finee."

"Alright good cause I already bought us tickets."

"Oh so if I didn't say yes we still would've gone.."

"Basically."

"Dude."

"Love youu"

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When the time finally came to go to your aquarium date you guys got ready packing a sleeping bag since the aquarium you got tickets to was holding an event, to which a specific amount of people to buy the first 25 tickets would sleep over by the various sea animals.

Lucky enough you were the 10th person to buy that ticket, they were selling like hot cakes.. who knew so many people would want to sleep with smelly fish?

Once you guys got to the place you squealed, being at your childhood favorite place really brought you back. Kyle held your hand smiling down at you seeing you get excited.

You guys walked in and began your adventure.

"Oh, and this is an Epaulette shark! They live in shallow water or any tidal pool, I think this one is an adult cause of its lightish brown skin on top you see? Aren't they so cool?" You pressed your hand against the cold glass, admiring the sea creature who swam with no care in the world. Kyle joined you, pressing both of his hands against the glass.

"You know a lot about sharks babe." He spoke with a giggle. You felt your cheeks burn, you had always been a huge fan of sharks you couldn't help but be a little nerd freak when it came to those magnificent little monsters.

"I just really like them, shut up." You defended, walking away from him. After some time of him watching the shark swim back and forth he looked back, looking around to find you.

He wandered the aquarium frantically after a few minutes of not seeing you, you guys have been at the aquarium for about 2 hours now you've seen everything so he had no idea where you could gone now.

Kyle got out his phone about to dial your number when an announcement came on the speaker.

attention all parents and children, the aquarium will be now hosting our fish-tastic sleepover! Everyone with ticket 'F' will now move to floor 2, stay safe and remember to have fun.

As people moved to floor 2 it began to get crowded, people shoved the teen as he anxiously tried to look for you it was far too loud to even call you now. He cursed to himself trying to get his way through the crowd.

"Y/n! Where are you-" Kyle quickly walked into the 2nd floor, sweeping the place with his eyes hoping to find you, there were only roaming kids with their parents until he saw a familiar person, setting down their sleeping mat by the low dimmed tank that held the jellyfish at. He walked toward the person, his suspension rising to see if it was actually you or not.

"Y/n?" Kyle asked, getting closer. You took off your jacket, looking in the direction of who called your name. Once Kyle saw your face his body immediately relax, stepping toward you.

"I was looking all over for you.. I'm glad I found you." He put his hand on his chest in relief. You smirked slightly, setting down your jacket on your sleeping bag. "Awh you were worried weren't you?" You walked to him to hold his face. His cheeks redden, though you could barely see due to the area you were in.

The jellyfish corner was shrouded in darkness, creating the perfect ambiance for a peaceful slumber and a great place to watch the jellyfish gracefully glide through the water to reflect on various things.

Kyle nodded his head, feeling your hand on his cheek. You heartily smiled at your worried boyfriend going in to kiss his cheek to clear his anxiety.

"Sorry I just wanted to wander off but you found me and now we can be together and watch the jellyfish!" You let go of him to sit down. "Why did you choose this spot?" Kyle sat beside you, looking at your side. You stared at the dark tank, your eyes softened as you watched the majestic creature float around in its habitat.

"Because they look so pretty." You spoke, your eyes remaining on the tank. Kyle studied your face, you looked so memorized and lost in thought all you watched was the jellyfish.

"You look so pretty in the dimmed dark blue light.." Kyle blurted out under his breath, he was captured by your beautiful in that moment he couldn't help but compliment you.

"What'd you say?" You slowly turned your head, not hearing what the ginger mumbled. He blushed, clearing his throat. "Oh uh nothing. Yeah the jellyfish are pretty.." He nervously smiled at you. Your confused expression changed to a slight smile, you grabbed his hand to hold.

"You look so pretty here you know?" You placed a kiss on his pale skin, then looked up to see his surprised face. He rubbed his face with his free hand already starting to be in a mess.

"God sometimes you're just too much." He whispered. You giggled at your boyfriend's flustered state, crawling to him to sit in his lap.

He sighed looking up at you in his lap, you smiled down at him he couldn't help but smile back, putting his hands around your waist. You wrapped your hands around his neck going in to kiss his forehead.

"This date was fun, thank you Ky."

"You're welcome, it was fun until I lost you."

You laughed, letting go of his neck to hold his shoulders.

"Sorry! Won't happen again.. considering now I kinda want you." You rubbed his shoulders slowly, smirking. Kyle looked at you oblivious to what you were trying to imply. But after you reached under his shirt, getting close to his neck he finally realized.

"Jesus christ Y/n there's kids here-"

"So? They'll eventually learn about this shit anyway."

"Oh god."

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how would the main 4 react to finding out their fem! s/o has a lot of female admirers

ADMIRER'S — MAIN FOUR

characters. kenny mccormick, eric cartman, stan marsh, kyle broflovski

warnings. none

note. is this an excuse to write jealous main four? yes. /hj

jealous jealous jealous jealous jeal— STAN knows you'll never leave him for your admirers, and you reassure him that you wont all the time!

and he gets that youre attractive and loveable and stuff but like.. why you? why cant it be someone other than his s/o? he trusts you not to leave him though, but he'll be jealous anyway

hes the most jealous of all of them, its like him getting jealous of wendy being with gregory of yardale that one episode all over again

tHERES THE GIRL THAT I LIKE, OVER THERE LAUGHING WITH THAT SMART A—

AY! YOU'RE HOLDING UP THE GODDAMN LUNCH LINE!

im sorry, ill continue the headcanons

CARTMAN is second on the jealous chart.

when he figures out you've got a lot of admirers he gets all pouty and a lot meaner (i'd say he'd threaten to k1ll h1ms3lf but i feel like thats a bit over the top)

hes jealous because, one. he wants admirers >:(. and two. youre his s/o! it should be illegal for someone other than him to admire you!! (/j)

he knows you'll never leave him, he believes you wont at least. just reassure him that you wont pls

but when you do reassure him, he'll just be like " i know 🙄🙄 "

KYLE loves you, but oh my god please reassure him that you arent gonna leave him for your admirers.

but he thinks its pretty cool that you have admirers!!

hes also kind of in the middle of immediately getting jealous and super chill about it. he wouldnt mind at all, though! you're cool and attractive, and have a great personality so he understood why you'd have admirers.

he'll most definitely mention your admirers in an arguement cause hes pissed and insecure. he'll say some shit like ' well if youre so fucking pissed off then go cheat on me with one of your admirers! '

you better stop the arguement and reassure him that you wont do that smh my head.

KENNY is literally the only chill one here, he doesnt mind if you have admirers! he trusts you a lot!!

hes probably one of your admirers too (in secret and hes also not a girl), thats probably how you two ended up together.

he sometimes reads the letters you get from admirers, but is just really chill about reading them.

overall, he doesnt mind if you have admirers. he knows you wont leave him and sometimes jokes about your admirers to you sometimes

(i am once again lazy to think of a joke)

note. i dont know/forgot what an admirer is and im assuming that its like people writing letters to you cause you admire you

i hope that was okay!!

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

I would love to know your rankings of the live action (+ podcast) Bruce Waynes. :)

Janie you are one of the best tumblr mutuals anyone could ask for. so reasonable, never absorbed by stupid discourse, so fun to talk shit with. you were also sent from hell to kill me.

disclaimer 1: I'm excluding the 40s Batman serials because I haven't seen them and even I don't love committing to a bit so hard that I'm willing to watch them to make one (1) 5 note post.

disclaimer 2: all of my opinions are right and I'm not interested in arguing with anyone about any of this.

anyway, let's get rolling. as with the Riddler, we'll be proceeding chronologically!

Adam West (Batman '66) - 10/10

the sixties Batman series gets a lot of shit for being excellent, and I for one will not stand for it! its biggest crime is, I think, being itself and having a good time; it's stupid and charming and really funny, and I think Adam West is a rock solid foundation on which to build the show. his Bruce is a freak of the unflinching normie, devastatingly upright and pathologically wholesome while also a bit of a skank. I suspect he's too chummy with Republicans and yet I trust him with my life. I could write entire essays about what's going on with this man's masculinity. also worth noting that Batman 1966 is like, easily my second favorite live action Batman movie of all time. I love him, your honor.

Michael Keaton (Batman 1989 and Batman Returns) - 10/10

my BELOVED. for those of you wondering when I said '66 was my second favorite movie YES, Batman Returns is the first! Michael Keaton's Bruce is a grade-A freak of the week and I want to wrap him in a weighted blanket about it to see if that will possibly calm him down. his films are great because he's used sparingly, something that no fucking Batman movie knows how to do anymore, and it makes the screentime he does have so much more effective. his Bruce/Batman contrast is stunning - his Batman is an unblinking stalwart lunatic in a suit so crunchy he can barely move; his Bruce a charmingly inept sad sack in a sexy little sweater. and I can't even start talking about his dynamic with Michelle Pfeiffer's electric Selina Kyle or we'll be here all day. chef's kiss, Mr. Keaton.

Val Kilmer (Batman Forever) - Kiss From a Rose/10

right off the gate I would like to acknowledge that whatever else I may say about him, Val Kilmer has the most kissable mouth of any Batman. look at him! good for you, Mr. Kilmer!

anyway, I'm gonna level with you gamers: I've made absolutely no secret of my distaste for Batman Forever, which I think is genuinely dumber and worse than Batman and Robin. Kilmer's Bruce is serving us almost nothing; he's a stale whole wheat cracker to whom things are incessantly Happening. he's being aggressively propositioned by Nicole Kidman when he's Batman and by Jim Carrey when he's Bruce; Tommy Lee Jones keeps trying to murder him while giving a performance that would seem absurdly over the top if he weren't right next to the aforementioned Carrey; and he's just adopted a poor little 25 year old orphan with some serious attitude problems. everyone in this film is so much at all times, and between that and Joel Schumacher's intensely questionable direction I don't really blame Kilmer for deciding to say fuck it and make Bruce more of a mannequin than a man. I think there are some intriguing glimpses of the Batman that could have been here and there in his role, but he's ultimately done in by being trapped in an unspeakable clusterfuck of a movie.

George Clooney (Batman and Robin) - Bat Credit Card/10

where West's Bruce sidles through life with a veneer of normalcy that seems to be just barely concealing the potential to throw someone out a window at any moment, Clooney's Bruce genuinely seems like he's got his shit together. he actually seems to be reflecting the character arc he's limped through across three previous films and two recast actors, and as a result is so well-adjusted and fatherly that it's almost unsettling. who is this very normal man? why is dressing up like a bat to fight Austrian Mr. Freeze and drag queen Poison Ivy? surely he should be filing his taxes or going to a parent-teacher meeting to discuss his 30 year old son's behavior in class.

Christian Bale (Dark Knight Saga) - 3/10

real talk, friends: I don't remember Bale's performances that well, because I haven't watched one of his Batman movies since the Dark Knight Rises came out in theaters. I do not recall liking the movie, nor having any particularly favorable reaction to Bale at any point in the trilogy. I always felt his strongest performance was "Bruce Wayne being Batman playing idiot billionaire Bruce Wayne," portraying the pretense of Bruce better than he played either a sincere Bruce or Batman. dare I say it, I don't think Christopher Nolan let him be enough of a weirdo. disappointing underutilization of a man who who is extremely willing to be unhinged. three stars.

Ben Affleck (Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice, Justice League) - 10/10

I'm just going to say upfront that Ben Affleck's self-written/produced/directed/starred in Batfamily movie is my pop cultural white whale and I'm going to die mad about it, which should probably give you an indication of where this one is going. Batfleck is so perfect to me. that is my baby baby 40-something year old boy with manic depression and homicidal tendencies. is he going through a bit of a grimdark phase? yes. duh. it happens! but he feels soooo bad about it, and he spends the next movie getting bullied by literally everyone to make up for it. he's just so TIRED. this is a Bruce who's SEEN SOME SHIT. he's canonically lost a Robin; he's a grieving dad! he's broken and he's trying and more than any other Bruce I can see him driving around a minivan full of bastard parkour children. every day I miss him.

Robert Pattinson (Thee Batman 2022) - 10/10

when I heard certified real-life freakboy Robert Pattinson had been cast as my personal favorite fictional freakboy I felt hope about a DC movie announcement for the first time in years. and you know what? it was justified. Pattinson is a very specific take on Bruce Wayne that I definitely don't think works in all settings - a Bruce for all seasons he is not. but within his own miserable, wet little Gotham he can do no wrong. I love this pale, pathetic insomniac. I love that he hates eye contact. I love that he barely seems to willing to eat or sleep. I love how obviously confused he is in his attraction to Zoë Kravitz's Selina. I love that after the film's climax we find him covered in filth and working tirelessly to dig civilians out of rubble, offering comfort where he can. I'm so genuinely excited to see this version of Bruce continue too grow. that's my SON.

and since you threw in podcasts for no reason that I can immediately discern

Winston Duke (Batman Unburied) - 10/10

Winston Duke's take on Bruce is so profoundly dear to me. like Pattinson I think he's not exactly an archetypal Bruce but what he's serving is perfect for this universe, not least of all because Duke is voice acting his ass off. his Bruce is warmer and more emotionally vulnerable than most - he tells Alfred he loves him! - while maintaining the requisite cocktail of mental illnesses that makes Batman what he is, which makes him a wildly compelling narrator to ride along with. his Batman voice arrives late in the story but is absolutely worth the wait; Duke is bringing something positively primordial to the Bat that makes you understand instantly why the folks of Gotham might assume he's some kind of inhuman monster (something that also plays well with the fact that Duke's Bruce is, presumably, meant to be understood as a Black man, which puts his vigilante activities and difficult relationship with the police in a very different light than any white Bruce's). cannot wait to get more of him when the blessed second season drops and drills holes in my brain; you've all been warned that I will be unhinged at that time.