#freakazoid x Reader

[sanguineterrain]

Hello! I recently found your blog and bruh I'M SMITTEN by your works.

Would it be alright if I requested Jason Todd x gn reader (also vigilante but only works on small cases and in safer places... Jason wouldn't let them anywhere else after a heavy injury they sustained in the past)...

Maybe they're searching for clues in one of the alleys and reader finds a baby there and takes it home (or maybe they fall upon a tired-looking woman throwing her baby over the bridge, reader manages to catch it but when they get back up the woman is gone)? Just overall how would Jason react to his partner finding a kid and bringing it home and what would happen after.

I made myself laugh bc I thought Jason would be like "good thing you went home and not to a bat cave, can't handle another sibling, the last one is already a living hell.

And I wanted to ask if it would be alright if I requested more than just one thing? Completely fine if not.

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This is a super cute prompt!! Thanks for sending it in. And yes feel free to send more than one request 💓

Jason Todd x gn!reader. Abandoned baby, established relationship, Jason being a cutie patootie.

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You find the baby in a grocery store basket stuffed with blankets behind a Walmart.

She's a tiny thing, with fat cheeks and a permanent wrinkle between her brow. She's frighteningly quiet.

You take her home.

Home has become synonymous with Jason's apartment. At some point, it just made more sense for you to move in long-term. Jason had gingerly brought it up to you one night and kissed you hard when you'd said yes.

You pick up some formula on the way home and a few other things. The baby starts to cry after a bit, to your relief, and after feeding and changing her, you sway her until she falls asleep.

You're content to hold her until you get a crib. You fully intend to do so.

You hear the first lock turn, then the second, then the third. There's no worry that Jason will wake the baby; he always enters a building like he's casing it.

You have the TV turned down low, channel switched to some late-night sitcom. Jason comes in and closes the door with his foot. He takes off his helmet, revealing his messy curls. You smile.

"Hey, Jaybird," you say.

Jason glances at you as he walks to the bedroom, unzipping his vest as he goes. He grins tiredly.

"Hey, sweetheart. Hello, baby."

You watch him disappear into the bedroom. The baby is still fast asleep. You adjust your legs to get more comfortable in the chair.

Jason backs out of the room a moment later, gear still on. His vest is half-unzipped.

"That's a baby," he says.

You nod. "Yep."

Jason pulls a face like he's doing calculus in his head. "Did—do we have a... did I...?"

"How would that even work, Jason?"

"Look, there's many ways that can happen! Y'know how many freakin' clones are in this city? My freakazoid brother could get you a genetically engineered baby in twelve hours."

"She is an organically produced baby not related to either of us. Okay?"

"Oh. Sure, yeah." Jason starts to turn, then comes back. "Wait, no, I still have questions. Why do you have a baby?"

"I found her."

Jason squints at you, then at the baby. "You found her."

"Uh-huh."

"I don't think that'll hold up in court, sweets."

"Relax, Jason. I'm ninety-nine percent sure she was abandoned. I found her behind a Walmart. I know I could've dropped her at the hospital, but I just..." You look down at her sleeping face. "She's just so little. And she needs human contact. Nurses are already overworked as it is. What harm is in taking her home?"

"Yeah, y'know what that is? A siren song. Pretty soon, you'll be fitting her for a domino mask and dressing her like a traffic light."

You roll your eyes. "Don't be silly. I wouldn't dare try to take Damian's title. Plus, traffic light color palettes are so outdated."

Jason pouts. "Are not."

You carefully stand, baby in your arms, and walk over to peck Jason on his cheek.

"Are too. Wanna hold her?"

Jason looks at her like she's a bomb. "I dunno. I might... what if I... hurt her?"

You frown. "You wouldn't hurt her, Jaybird."

"I might hold her wrong or make her cry, and then I'll have to throw myself off the roof."

"You are such a drama king. She's sleeping like a log. You won't wake her unless you scream in her ear."

Before Jason can reply, you're unloading her into his arms. He jumps into action, arms and hands awkward but trying. You smile gently.

"Put her head in the crook of your elbow. Yeah, good. Support her butt. Both arms. Yeah, good! Good job, honey."

You pat his arm. Jason looks spooked for a second, then seems to relax when she doesn't stir. She's cradled in his arms like she was made to fit there.

"Isn't she so cute?" you whisper.

"She is really cute. So small. God." He watches her for a moment, mouth downturned. "I was a small baby too."

"I bet you were a cute baby," you say, tucking a curl behind Jason's ear.

"Oh, sure. People came from all over the world to have a gander at the cutest baby on the planet. Looks like she's taken my title."

Jason starts to sway lightly, holding her like she's gold. You feel your face soften.

He must feel your eyes on him, because he looks up after a moment like he's expecting you to correct his posture. "What?"

You shake your head. "Nothing. Just... I'm just really in love with you, Jay."

Jason's cheeks turn pink. He bites the inside of his cheek.

"Oh. I'm, uh, really in love with you too."

You kiss him properly for that, and Jason hums into your mouth, then pulls back slightly.

"We can't keep the baby. Y'know that, right? I gotta marry you properly first," Jason says against your lips.

"This is the twenty-first century, buddy. People keep babies all the time, unwed or not."

"Yeah, I know. Still wanna marry you first."

You look down at the baby and give her an air kiss. Then you look up at Jason, putting on the saddest face you can muster. He sighs.

"Well," he says, gently touching her fingers. "Maybe we can keep her for a little while."

[lowkeyrobin]

OMG I've had this idea for a while but fuckshit x shy turned confident reader where they're in the same class but fuckshit doesn't really notices reader until reader starts dressing for themself and does things they want to do instead of letting people walk all over them and fuckshit starts developing a crush and starts seeing reader everywhere !!! Thank you love you robinnnn <33

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STOP I LOVE THIS WTF ♣️ dw I saw the other thing ik its u bae ; love you too freakazoid ; thanks for requesting pookieeee hope u enjoy

FUCKSHIT ; confidence

summary ; fuckshit develops a crush on the new you

warnings ; language, censored racial slur, weed

disclaimers ; fuckshits real name is gonna be olan (like the actor himself) as much as I don't like it that much it's the best bet + I don't wanna make up some random name for him 😭🙏 it's just bc ain't no teacher is gonna call him fuckshit and stuff ; also I do censor the n word one bc I'm not black, two it's how ray and fuckshit talk, it's not overused or anything, I'm just not trying to whitewash their speech and mannerisms and them reclaiming that word is kinda important for them because they're black skaters in the 90s so 🙏

word count ; 1k

masterlist

You used to cover yourself up a lot, even during summer. Sweaters and long sweatpants and jeans paired with hightop Converse were your usual outfits, even in the blazing LA heat.

You skated here and there, not at any parks or popular spots, just around. You shared a class with Olan, or Fuckshit as he likes to be called, at school. You had 12th period history with him, where he sat next to you.

You were very shy and reserved, you never talked to anyone unless spoken to and spent your time in the back of the class just getting through your work. Every so often, Fuckshit would try to talk to you to little or no avail. He never really noticed you much in the hallway or any other class either, so he didn't have any other way to talk to or see you through the day.

He didn't know much about you, which is why he also didn't know much about how you'd let people walk over, use, and bully you. He'd defended you in class once, but that was the extent of it. He wasn't a bully whatsoever, a fuckboy, yeah, but he wouldn't make fun of you for some dumb reason like the way you dress or the way you bite your nails.

But, now, he couldn't help but stare at you.

He could finally see your gorgeous eyes again, your smile proving that you were much happier this way. You seemed so excited and confident. He even noticed you in the hallway talking to someone with a smile on your face.

He had to say something.

"Oh, shit, like your shirt. Gravediggaz is fire." He smiles.

You return said smile. "Oh, thanks! You listen?"

"Hell yeah, n****"

He sees the kids who usually made fun of you snicker and whisper a few feet away, but pays them no mind. You follow his gaze and get a quick look before rolling your eyes and turning back to him.

"Fucking annoying" You say, placing a finger gun to your temple. "You skate, right?"

"Yeah, why? You trynna hang?"

"Maybe" You chuckle and shrug, "Going to the courthouse, just wanna show off some tricks at that party. Wanna come with me? You'd make it way less embarrassing"

"Yeah, of course" He grins, "Mind if I bring my boys along?"

"Oh, please. The more the merrier" You nod, "I'll be under the left tree at six, yeah?"

"Yeah"

Safe to say he couldn't wait to talk to you later considering he wouldn't shut the fuck up about it. Ray had been making fun of him all afternoon while Fourthgrade filmed it all, Ruben's laughter prominent in the background.

He was basically bouncing off the walls as the minutes ticked away, time coming closer and closer as to when he'd see you again.

"Put your dick away"

"Shut the fuck up! I'm just excited"

"Yeah, excited alright"

"I swear to God-"

He basically sprinted out the door when it hit 5:50, leaving the others in the dirt as he skated down the sidewalk as fast as humanly possible.

He saw you waving for him as he entered, and he quickly walked towards you with a smile and a blunt in his hand.

"Hey" He smiles, offering you said blunt.

You take it and blow a puff out of it, "Hey, glad you made it. Where's your friends?"

He looks over to the side, waving to a group of boys who were clearly trying to look for him. The three nod and talk toward you two, talking about something you couldn't hear.

You wave to them as they approach and sit with you, joining the conversation about everything skate and music related. As the sun sets, the area illuminated by white and colorful neon lights, you get up onto the building, top of the stairs, to show off some tricks. You see Fuckshit and his friends watching you, along with many other strangers who were watching other skaters show their shit off.

You grind down the metal railing and hop off with a kickflip. You glance over at the curly haired blonde, who's shouting some inaudible compliments. You see his one friend, tall and blonde, filming with a Camcorder. You didn't mind, you thought it was pretty sick.

The youngest out of them, maybe fourteen or so, hands a blunt to the dark-skinned boy with the locs, both of their eyes on you, like they're scanning your high-school coolness level or something.

"Ayeee, that was sick as fuck!"

"Olan, is there something you need to share with the class?"

Fuckshit's eyes slightly widen as he slowly looks up at the teacher who'd caught you two whispering in the back of class.

"Nah, I'm good"

The teacher turns back to the board as you two quietly smile and snicker.

He can't help but get lost in your happiness, feeling comfort in your sneaky smile. He can't help but adore everything about you, from your humor to your skating, your music interests, it was like you were made for him.

The bell rings, nearly popping your eardrums once more as it dismisses you for the day. You walk side by side through the halls, taking the longest way through the school to go toward the front doors to leave.

"I just don't understand being a poser like that, it ain't getting you any pussy" He laughs, agreeing with your long tangent about how being new at skating didn't mean you were a poser, and that being a poser is lame. "Like what you doing when someone asks if you can do a trick or show them? You just paid for a deck to look cool?"

"Exactly! They act like we can't tell who's a poser and who's not!"

You reach the entrance, having to go your separate ways home.

"See you tomorrow, dude" You smile with a light chuckle, waving him a little goodbye as you step on your board to skate away.

"See ya! I'll bring those cookies tomorrow too!" He smiles and waves back at you.

Ray and Fourthgrade approach, confused and amused looks on their faces.

"Cookies? When did you become a baker, n***?" Ray asks.

"Shut the fuck up, I owe them"

"For what?" He asks again as the trio walk down the sidewalk, straying away from the street til they got off school property.

"Inviting us to that thing on Friday, and homework answers"

"Ugh, here he goes again"

[miyyaori]

better treatment

➳ il dottore x gn!reader

➳ cw: DOTTORE, slight gore, implied stockholm!reader, gentle dottie <33

➳ a/n: feeding you freakazoids a late night snack while i get started on the requests!! i LOVED every single one of them and i'll get on them ASAP!!

➳ word count: 705 (a snack)

Cold hands caressing down the middle of your bare back woke you up from your light, drug-induced slumber. Your eyes fluttered open and then closed again tiredly, eyelashes kissing your dusty-pink cheeks. Torso bare, you laid stomach down on what you could only guess was one of Dottore’s dissection tables. Your head was to the side, cheek planted on the chilling metal. You weren’t sure if the metallic smell was from the stainless steel.

You could only hope.

“Ah, there you are.” You could hear the smile in Dottore’s voice. His icy fingers grazed along the sides of your torso, stopping at your waist. He hummed, satisfied, before sharing the silence with you. Goosebumps kissed your skin and you wished you could move; use your vision to warm the aching cold –- oh. You forgot that you had that gift ripped away from you moons ago.

It’s for the better he told you, and maybe it was. It’s an uncontrolled variable, dear. Though, you wished at times that you still had it. It interferes with the results I'm looking for. You didn’t understand how your vision could do how he described, but oh well. There was no igniting the flame on the useless pendant that you used to keep hanging by your hip.

Dottore’s fingers raking through your hair brought you back from your thoughts. His touch was gentle, but too cold to feel comforting. It came to you as a shock feeling Dottores bare fingertips ever so gently massaging your sore scalp.

You could've dozed off right then and there,

But white hot pain burned through you brighter than any star in the night sky. The scalpel slid effortlessly through the skin of your back with perfect precision, and you could feel thick crimson beads pooling at the opening. You wanted to scream, but you clenched your teeth together like it would somehow dull the throbbing burn along your spine.

“Any pain?” a playful tone laced his words. He thought he was being funny. The hand in your hair was pulling gently on your roots but Dottore was keeping your head from moving. You could feel the heat of your skin warming the table beneath you, the cold no longer prickly against your flush body.

“Remind me again of your medication.” Dottore was looking at you through his mask, his lips resting in a slight frown.

“I, uhm…” Your mind was drawing blanks and you couldn't help the pained moans slip past your pale lips. The slur of medical words always went through one ear and out the other. It was as if he was speaking another language. The way he gushed as he listed the side effects of each new medication made the tips of your fingers tingle. On one hand, he knew what he was talking about and there wasn't a single detail he missed; you knew exactly what to expect. On the other hand, it made you feel wary of how happy he was to explain to you about all the negative effects you would experience.

“I expected as much. Lack of mental clarity is commonly associated with your condition.” You could feel Dottore’s hard glare burning into you, disappointed at your lacking response.

Funny he mentioned forgetfulness, though. Often there were times you couldn't recall why you were under his care to begin with. But time and time again, he reminded you that you were with him to get help — that he wanted to help you.

You could feel Dottore slipping something beneath your icy skin. Your mind wasn't allowed to wonder because Dottore was pushing it deeper and deeper into your body. You were gritting your teeth together, praying to the Archons it would stop.

"Shh, shh, shh. Almost there, dear."

Dottore grounded you by running his free hand up the length of your torso and you could feel the effects of his touch in the pit of your stomach.

The needle piercing the flesh of your back, sewing your body back to whole, was nothing compared to the painful throb that ached your body.

“Welcome back, my dear.” Eyes resting for a moment, you imagined that there was a smile on Dottore’s lips as he praised you.

It's what made any of it worth it.

[honeybeeloxs]

Creased Paper

Billy Loomis x Stu Macher x Male Reader

Oh wow, I'm back... I suppose anyways this was a request, kinda getting back into writing, so if this isn't as good, it's whatever. Tried my best, and that's all that matters. Also, the Relationship isn't like stated in any way; it's hinted... aka not really at all. Y/N likes crazy boys, and Stu and Billy are said crazy boys without him knowing.

Y/N has always thought the new masked killer that just killed a classmate of his was pretty cute, Hell, he doesn't even know what the fucker looks like but he's sneaky, shifty, bold, and strong, Y/N's friends however don't take him seriously.

"Y'know… I think he's cute." Y/N mutters as he scribbles on his English homework; Tatum scoffs, snatches the paper, rolls it up, and hits him over the head. "Don't joke about that freakazoid," Tatum says, eyebrows furrowed, and let's go of the paper, the ends bending in a way that Mrs. Schiffer won't like, probably have a few points docked off for it.

"I'll have you know; I have to hand that in, Tatum," Y/N said, holding the paper close to his chest, his polo creasing the paper. Tatum's facial expression hardened, "Maybe don't joke about people who got gutted." She snided as she threw a grape at him. “H-How… do you uh… gut someone….” Sidney interrupted her friend's bickering with a question; she sat up, fixing her posture and blue shirt. Y/N looked down at his paper, crossed one of his legs, and began writing again, slowly tuning out the conversation, fantasizing about the masked psychopath, bold, stealthy, and strong Y/N could only drool over him, sneaking in and out of his house after having a wild night with Y/N's mom not even noticing he had someone over.

"Randy, you goon, I'm trying to eat," Tatum yells at the brunette teen with Stu mocking his girl, "She's getting mad, all right? You better, liver alone!" Stu laughs and looks around as Billy slaps him over the head, "Liver.., Liver… It was a joke." he looks around, looking for validation, only for Tatum to tuck her hair behind her ear and shake her head. Billy shook his head, and a little smirk formed on his face while Stu looked around, smiling and giggling at his own fucked up joke.

"Y'know, he's bold and quick; I like him," Y/N said to Tatum, who looked at him like a crazy person. "Right… anyways, I thought we should do a sleepover or something to cheer Sidney up. Y'know her dads out of town." The blonde said as she continued writing an essay for a book he hadn't read. "And you need new material; the joke about the crazy psycho isn't funny," Tatum said, biting her pencil eraser as she finished her sentence. Y/N huffed as the bell rang; Tatum grabbed his hand and met Sidney out in front just before she entered the School Bus.

Tomorrow was another day.

[nathandrakeisabottom]

When Sunlight Hits : Nathan Drake x Reader

Summary: After the events of a more-than-fortunate sleeping bag situation, you and Nate play chicken to decide whether or not your twin confessions the night before were in the heat of the moment... or exist even brighter in broad daylight. Warning: None! Just some fluffy quick-fic goodness! Reader is briefly implied to be blonde/redhead/etc. with brown/hazel eyes due to the specific dialogue some unrelated freakazoid wrote. Feel free to disregard.

Your first time. Your first time back. You almost can’t believe it.

You’re wearing a dress. He’s wearing a suit. And the drinks you both hold are only to soften the brutality that follows. For one brief hour, you two find the will to believe you deserve to soften, deserve to meet your worlds intertwined in the middle. Where danger becomes mundane, and where danger is born from the mundane. 

Born in a ballroom in Italy. 

“You havin’ a good time?” Nathan smiles with teeth, grip leveraging up to mindlessly swirl his glass of whiskey. It’s three quarters of the way gone, but that doesn’t near out-do your double drag of lemon drop. Or maybe he’s just better at holding it than you are.

“It’s alright.” You match his grin with your own, blood beating with the drum and twirl of alcohol, heart palpitating to be so close to him. He doesn’t move his arm when your elbows bump on a lean over the balcony. He smells like vanilla sandalwood and aftershave. Overwhelming. Perfect. “A bit disappointed I haven’t bagged any hotties yet.”

He laughs full and open— and your heart takes a breathtaking nosedive. “Well, there’s still time.”

His body leans further over the railing, eyes scanning through the stripes of jade, ruby, sapphire, amethyst, black silk-covered crowd, eagle-eyeing for a win. “Anyone your type?” 

And maybe it’s just the liquor that does it, cheeks flushed and making the whole room spin warm and possible, that makes you spitball a death-defying risk.

“...Sam’s single, isn’t he?” 

You take a half-glance over the rim of your glass on another sip. And Nathan’s eyes bug in some reaction you can’t quite decipher. Your heartbeat thunders for his reply.

“S-Sam?! Are you kidding me?” His mouth falters for a fallen grin, or maybe he’s just swallowing back upchuck. No self-respecting man would give the go-ahead for a friend to jump the bones of his potential crack-head older brother. “Please tell me you're joking.”

“And what if I wasn’t?” 

You trail, slinking up onto a nearby pub table bathed in white linen, ankle crossing over ankle. You play coy so you can ignore the way your hands start to sweat. But the alcohol, the flabbergasted way he looks at you makes it easy to forget.

“Nah… nah, I don’t see it.” 

And Nate leaves it at that before swigging back and emptying the last of his glass. A pathetically reasonless answer. But you need more.

Please.

Oh god please, you need more. 

“Why not?” The next gulp makes your thoughts warp. You’re far from sober, even farther from thirst, but your body does what is necessary for your growing fight or flight. You don’t even know the person who asks with such mystique. 

He says nothing, only tips back his head for the backwash remnants of a drink that no longer exists. 

“What kind of person do you think would be better?” You;re putting my life on the line when you ask it, balancing precarious upon a tightrope as wonderfully garish tulle collects sweat between your chest, between your thighs, beneath your fucking pits. There is no escape from what his presence does to your body, to your barely beating heart. What his answer could possibly incite next. 

“Better? Well, uh…” 

But maybe it doesn’t really matter. 

“Blonde or Brunette?” You swing back to standing when he’s pulled back abash from speech, palms swaying just barely against your laying skirt. You hope he likes the dress you picked. 

You know you do.

“What does that matter?”

“Just curious what you think.”

“Well, brunette would… pair better, I guess.” His reply warbles uncomfortable at the edges, reluctantly sets his glass down when no reason to hold presents itself. And you’d be dumb to not notice the way he eyes your dress— wishing with all my heart that he was eyeing you— sinking into bombastic, glaring hues for example. “I know you like color contrast.”

You hover on closer to him. It’s everything your body chooses without you.

“I–- I don’t know! Whatever you like best is fine, I’m sure.” His breath barely breaches past withholding hysteria. Downstairs: glasses clink, a gentle jazz thrums through the echoing space, rich crimson reds of parted, velvet curtains, satin cloth magnetizing to a triple dozen wealthy socialites’ curves, dips, hips, tricks. 

And yet his eyes are only on you, cloudy over and gorgeous sky, before they pull back once again. Shrugging shoulders do little to hide his timidity. It’s a way you never see him when Sam and Sully are around. It’s the way he is when your heart plucks over his safe, beautiful, gentlemanly visage and fawns. 

“Blue eyes?” And now textile has been added for sight, fingers carefully moving over the soft polyester of his suit, a touch you would never have the courage to give without the booze. The music. The dress. The solitude. “For the contrast?”

“Heh, I guess that makes sense.” His chest stutters for inhale as his warmth meets yours, quirking sideways smiles you want to taste and grin against and give love to. “Whatever you like.” 

You slide your palm across his back, nestle, thumb over where his shoulder blades sit. The places on his body you want to wring the pain out of. He takes a less than steady inhale. Form forced to turn towards it. And his eyes speak such tender shyness into yours.

You love him.

You want to tell him in the places he might actually believe you.

“How about someone sweet? Boy— man— next door type?” His eyes drop bashfully at the closeness, lips still quirking in that petal-soft grin. “Someone who will be good and gentle with me. That’s what I like.”

Your fingers brave farther, farther, farther, and the wool polyester translates into starch cotton and the big band below is playing smooth jazz you’d have to be an idiot to not think is romantic and the liquor bubbles and pounds and twitters through your skin so strong that it dematerializes any pointless barrier.

And you ask:

“What do you think?”

He finally looks up at you. His lips look unbearably soft, and in any and every other instance that you’ve known him, you would’ve near thrown yourself into the sea for even daring to look. But when you look back up, he’s only looking back at yours. 

“That sounds… nice.” — Soft, dreamy, distant. Like he’s a hundred miles away and inside your very soul simultaneously.

And you’re so stupid, so fucking stupid. 

“Do you know anyone like that?” 

And he’s stupid, so fucking stupid.

And so fucking brave. 

“ Maybe.”

This time, for the first time, he doesn’t speak coy words he hardly makes coy, doesn’t reach for his empty glass to combat the nerves anymore, to fix his uneven footing. Or maybe there’s just no more space for his hands to even reach with how close you drift. His eyes are soft and gentle when he looks back up at you, cautious and bearing all that the man with a gun refuses to. 

Or maybe just never allows himself to.

“I know one.”

And that’s when you finally, finally, finally—

Fucking finally—

After all this fucking time—

In the light of a full moon and a marble-sheened dance floor, outside the world of dreams, outside of secrets held in warm sleeping bags and claustrophobic caves and all the life you didn't live until you found each other, finally, finally, within your sunlit, unashamed reality—

You meet him into a kiss.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Here- silly doodle of my idea of what Isekai reader looks like

Freak of nature, a Freakazoid even-

Look at their chaotic little self! (It looks like they've seen the void~)

They're just happy to exist and enjoying skating between dimensions (and meeting so many alternate selves and running from platonic yans!) They'll bee-bop across the multiverse, and even to their old (awful) world, Earth 20-20-X, all for the sake of having fun and being a chaotic gremlin!

I love their little rollerskates and headphones with the smiley face and spiral eye! They're just a little strange bean! (And are chaotic neutral or chaotic good!)

What Readers do you like? And which AUs are your favorites? And please, have a 🍓🥛🥤

[adidastain]

gestures of affection

90s trey parker x fem reader (unnamed)

warnings: suggestive dialogue

notes: first person perspective (I, me, my, etc.)

word count: 2218

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“I fucking hate my job,” I groaned under my breath, closing my door rather violently. I didn’t notice the body on my sofa until it spoke.

“That comes as a surprise,” Trey said. It took me a moment to process that he was being sarcastic. He looked quite comfortable; his entire body was sprawled out over the entire length of my couch. He was eating some leftover pasta.

He startled me, but I was relieved to see him. It wasn’t uncommon for him to drop in unannounced, but it usually wasn’t until 9 or 10.

“What, you just come and go, acting like you own the place now?” I teased him, tossing my jacket onto his head.

“I had a day off,” he explained, removing my hoodie from his face and placing it at the top of the couch.

I walked over to the fridge, looking to see what food there was. “And you think you can just eat my leftovers?” I gasped, grasping my chest in fake shock.

Trey stood up and came up to me in the kitchen, taking the last few bites of pasta right in front of my face. “Oh, this is your pasta?” He said, teasing me.

I stared at him, trying not to show him that I was amused. He finished the pasta and tossed his dishes in the sink, rinsing them out. “Pardon,” he said, reaching to open the fridge behind me.

I didn’t move, making him have to brush up on me in order to reach inside the fridge. His chest met mine as his arm snaked into the top shelf to grab a Coke. I couldn’t hold in my laughter as his cheek brushed mine.

“Sorry, am I in your way?” I asked, placing my hands on each side of his torso.

Trey hummed. “No,” he said softly. He planted a few small kisses below my jaw, his free hand snaking up to hold my waist as he closed the refrigerator with his other hand.

He was so annoying. I loved that about him.

Trey reached behind my head to take the plastic claw clip out of my hair, running his fingers through it and pulling my body closer to him. His lips lingered on a sensitive spot behind my ear. He knew damn well it was gonna give me goosebumps.

“Trey, no. I’m so gross right now,” I laughed, grabbing a fistful of his hair.

“Maybe I like it,” He argued, furrowing his eyebrows in disbelief. He looked at me straight on, tucking some of my hair behind my ear. “How would you know?”

“Well, the excruciating 9 hours of work I put in today along with the gallon bucket of sweat I'm about to wring out of these clothes are pretty convincing,” I stated. Trey shook his head and mumbled something, before leaning back in towards my neck.

“Are you staying over?” I asked softly, trying to dodge his kiss attack. Trey just pulled me closer and hummed into my neck. I felt his teeth lightly dig into my skin.

I laughed. “Is that a yes?”

“Shh,” he whispered. “I’m trying to swoon you. I need to focus.”

I felt his hands slip underneath the hem of my shirt, fingertips ghosting the already goose-bump covered skin of my torso. They were cold in contrast to his lips, which continued moving up and down my neck and shoulders.

“I can’t let you go any further,” I grimaced. “I need a shower.”

“No,” he mumbled into my neck. Trey wrapped his arms around me tightly, hugging me as he continued to kiss along my jaw.

“I will hit you in the balls. Let go,” I threatened, lightheartedly of course.

“Fine,” he huffed.

“And put some socks on, freak. I don’t want your disgusting freakazoid toe germs all over my couch,” I teased, poking him in the stomach as I turned around and made my way to my bedroom.

“Think of it as a token of my love. Dost thou not appreciate my gestures of affection to thee?” Trey announced, allowing himself to move back into the living room. I rolled my eyes and closed my bedroom door behind me.

I tried to spend as little time in the shower as possible, but I kept falling asleep in my head. Part of me wanted Trey to invite himself into the shower with me, but neither of us were in any way at that stage in our relationship just yet.

I ended up deciding to shave while I was in there, just for the hell of it. Of course, this took an extra 20 minutes. My hands stung from how badly they’d pruned.

By the time I was out of the shower, it was an appropriate time to go to sleep. I put on an old T-shirt and shorts and went into the living room, where Trey was once again sprawled out on the sofa. This time, with socks on.

I crawled on top of him without saying a word, just letting my weight sink into him as I laid down. Almost instantly, his hand made its way up under my shirt to trace gentle shapes on my skin with his fingertips. With the other, he ran his fingers through my damp hair. It was heavenly.

“Thanks for coming over,” I said softly, my face half buried in his chest.

“Thanks for giving me a key,” Trey laughed. The soft buzz of his voice vibrated through his chest, pressed right up against my ear. I laughed softly, sliding my leg in between his. “I had to get away from the guys.”

“So you didn’t want to come by just to see me?” I said, propping myself up on my elbows to look at him.

“Yeah, I’m pretty much just using you for a place to stay,” Trey said. “Not even sex.”

“Shut up,” I laughed, rolling my eyes. I knew he was just joking around. It wasn’t entirely either of our faults alone that we hadn’t advanced to third base yet. I was nervous. I guess maybe he was too, or he wanted to wait as long as possible so that when the time finally came, it was worth the wait. However, I’m sure if I told him that I was ready, he’d jump on the opportunity like a savage animal. “That’s not my fault.”

“I didn’t say it was,” Trey half grunted as he sat up, pulling me into his lap. He reached over the arm of the couch for one of my throw blankets, which were all folded in a pile in a basket next to the sofa. He threw it over me, having me sit straddling his hips while he was sort of curled up too.

Trey’s hands pushed my hair behind my ears, making space for his lips to lay in the crook of my neck. His palms traveled down my arms and onto my waist, tenderly caressing me as he covered me with soft kisses.

“Trey…” I hummed, laughing softly out of nerves.

“I’m just kissing you,” he said, proceeding to pepper my skin with gentle grazes of his lips below my jaw. His hands slipped underneath my shirt once again; his thumbs softly stroking my sides. “That’s it.”

“Hm, and next you’ll just be squeezing my boobs, no strings attached. And then your hands will be in my pants. That’s all,” I hummed, teasing him.

“I’m serious,” he said. I felt his hand spread out on the small of my back, pulling me closer. Trey pulled away from my neck to look me in the eyes, glancing between them and my lips.

I wanted to die in his arms.

My hand moved up to caress his face, pulling him in. He kissed all up along my cheek, tenderly. It was so quiet, all I could hear was his lips clicking and my heart racing. The TV was on low volume and was playing a soap opera.

I turned my head towards him, closing off my neck so that he’d kiss me on the lips.

“Kiss me,” I whispered. It was more of a breath, it was so quiet. I wanted nothing other than his lips on mine, breathing one another in.

“I can’t,” he giggled softly. Trey’s nose brushed against mine as I pulled him closer, both hands on either side of his face. “You know I can’t. The smell of your shampoo has fucked me up enough already. I’ve been holding my breath.”

I rolled my eyes and kissed him anyway, feeling his body melt under me as our lips met. Trey rested his head back, taking it all in.

“Your problem now,” Trey sighed, grinning in between kisses. “I tried to warn you.”

I felt what he was talking about after shifting my position. I ignored it, keeping my kisses soft and lacking any intention other than to just be a gentle affectionate gesture.

Trey made it seem like he was drowning - like I was strangling him or something. “You’re the one who put me in your lap,” I told him, keeping my tone low. This earned me a small vocal reaction from him.

One of his hands took a hold of my hip, pulling me further into him. With each kiss, he opened his mouth more and more, and I did the same. Our kisses were still slow, but passionate.

I felt one of his fingers hook under the waistband of my shorts, so I pulled away. “Don’t even think about it,” I laughed, sitting up so my face was far from his.

His cheeks were flushed and he was breathing quite rapidly. Trey looked at me with the softest doe eyes he could possibly muster up, a small smile present in his lips.

He moved his hand, pulling me close again so he could keep kissing my neck. I heard him hum softly in bliss as he tugged my hips towards him.

“I think I’m ready for bed,” I said softly, using the same low, gentle tone I had before. My fingers made their way through Trey’s hair, pulling on it slightly in an attempt to lift his head up.

Trey whined, pouting as I sat up and leaned away from him. For the past few days that he’d spent the night, he slept on the sofa. Occasionally, I’d sleep with him there, but he never came into my bed.

“Come with me,” I said softly, kissing his cheek. I kissed a spot below his ear, tracing his jaw on the other side of his face with my other hand.

“To bed?” he asked.

“Mm-hmm,” I hummed. I kissed him softly on the lips before looking into his eyes.

“For real?” Trey whispered. He had the most awestruck look in his eyes, seemingly shocked that I invited him into my bedroom but excited nonetheless.

“Yeah,” I laughed. We both sat up, Trey somewhat frantically grabbing the remote to turn off the TV.

I led him into my bedroom, closing the door behind us and watching Trey awkwardly sit on the edge of the bed.

“You have to sleep on top of the covers,” I told him, teasing him. I turned off the overhead light and climbed into my bed, waiting for him to join me.

“Are you fucking with me?” He asked cautiously.

“Yes, nimrod. C’mere,” I laughed.

Trey slipped under the covers next to me, awkwardly adjusting so he was comfortable and avoiding touching me all together.

“I’ve had Journey stuck in my head all day,” he complained, laying down on his back and staring at the ceiling.

I turned my bedside lamp off. “Which song?” I asked.

“Uh,” Trey thought. I lifted his arm so that he could put it around me and I could cling to his body with my head on his chest. “‘Mmm… Tearin’ me apart… Every, every day’… something like that,” He huffed, singing the single bit of that song that he actually knew.

“The one that’s like ‘Na Na Na Na Na Na,’” he sang again.

“Yeah. I love that song,” I said, wrapping my arm around his stomach and pressing my ear to his chest. His heartbeat was soft but rapid.

“What’s it called?” Trey asked me.

“I dunno,” I laughed.

“That’s helpful,” He stated, laughing with me.

It grew quiet. I closed my eyes, listening to Trey’s heartbeat slow down as he took deeper breaths. He pulled the covers up further and turned to his side, facing me.

We both giggled softly, pulling each other closer. I felt his lips meet my forehead for a brief moment. Trey ran his fingertips through my hair, slowly and gently.

I hummed, reveling in the feeling. My body melted next to him, my eyes falling closed and my breathing starting to deepen.

I thought about waking up next to him in the morning. It was convenient that I was off tomorrow; maybe Trey planned that out on purpose.

“Are you asleep?” Trey asked softly.

I slowly opened my eyes. “Almost,” I hummed, grinning.

“Okay,” he laughed. “Goodnight.”

“Night, dickface,” I whispered. “I love you.”

Trey giggled. “I love you too.”

A pause.

“Shithead,” he added.

We both started laughing softly. “We’re twelve,” I sighed, closing my eyes again.

[iggysolosgoku]

Hi! How are you?

Can I please request the league if evil exes (separate please) x female reader who is deaf and struggles talking cause of it?

Like if someone was getting up in the readers business or maybe making fun of them, like how would they react?

Thank you :)

Hi! Im good thanks for asking! I hope you're doing great! This is my first Scott pilgrim thing I have ever written so it's not gonna be that good so sorry if it's not what you imagined. I haven't written fanfiction or one shots in a while so that's another thing so sorry if it's not good. And sorry the characters are a little ooc

Trigger warnings: Someone being burnt (Mathew), makeup fun of deaf people (all of them) , random guy hitting on you (Gideon, the twins and Roxy), and mention of slicing someone (Roxy). Mentions of hunting down family members and doxing (Gideon) I do not recommend doing these actions

Mathew Patel

Being deaf isn't that easy and not being able to because of it isn't easy either. The only person who hasn't ever teased me or made fun of me for it is my boyfriend Mathew (or best friend if you wanted that).

If someone bullied me he was always there. Like this one instance that happened a month ago that happened something like this.

*Flashback to a month ago*

"Hey! HEY!" someone tried to say to me. "Helloo?" They tried to say again but I didn't answer.

They then tapped me on the shoulder. I looked at them and they looked angry. "I've been trying to get your attention for a minute. Are you deaf or something?" My boyfriend (or best friend) Mathew then came up and said "Yes she is and she doesn't want to be bothered." "Wow she is!? Some kind of freak you are!"

Mathew then brought out his demon hipster chicks and they then burnt the person bullying me into a crisp.

He then turned to me and asked in sign language "Are you okay?" I then nodded and said in sign language "Yes, thank you."

Lucas Lee

I was currently waiting for my boyfriend (or best friend) Lucas to wrap up filming a scene for his new movie and then someone came up to me and said "Hey, you waiting for someone?" I didn't reply. The person got really mad and tapped me hard on the shoulder.

"Hey I was talking to you. Are you deaf or something?" Lucas then came up to the person and said "yes she is and she can't talk either. She would also like for you to stop bothering her." He said.

"I didn't expect someone like you to date a freak like her Mr. Lee." "She is not a freak she is a person that is beautiful the way she is and she is amazing. Now go now." Lucas said.

"Y-yes Mr. Lee!" Then the person ran away. Lucas then turned to me and asked in sign language "Did he bother you?"

"Yes thank you." I replied back in sign language.

Todd ingram

I am currently waiting backstage for my boyfriend (or best friend) Todd to finish his show with his band.

"Hey, do you have a pass?" Someone I asked but I didn't answer. "Hey! I asked you a question." "Yes she does have a pass and she's deaf and can't hear you." My boyfriend (or best friend) said.

"Wow she's deaf!? What a freakazoid." Todd then used his vegan powers to levitate the guy bullying me and threw him.

"Are you okay?" Todd asked in sign language. "Yeah" I replied back in sign language.

Roxy Richter

I'm currently waiting for my girlfriend (or best friend) Roxy to get back with our food order when suddenly a guy came up to me.

"Hey cutie, you come here often?" He asked but i didn't answer. "Hey! I'm talking to you!" He said again.

"Hey! Stop bothering her!" Roxy tells the guy. "Who are you? Her girlfriend?" He asked. "Maybe! Also she's deaf so she can't hear you!" Roxy says

"She's deaf!? Wow what a freak and a loser.". Roxy then pulls out her swords "if you don't leave her alone I won't hesitate to slice you into bits." She says to the guy.

"Jeez, okay." The guy says then leaves. "You okay?" Roxy asks me in sign language. "Yeah thank you for dealing with him." I reply back to her in sign language.

Katayangi twins

Me and my friends Kyle and Ken are currently at a restaurant. Kyle and Ken are getting the food while I was just waiting.

Someone then comes up to me and says "Hey my friend over there thinks you're cute."

I didn't answer. "Hey I'm talking to you. You deaf or something." They said.

"She is deaf and she also can't speak. She would also appreciate it if you stopped bothering her." Kyle said.

Ken then came up and said with a glare "if you don't we will take it into our own hands."

"okay fine jeez. I don't know why you would defend a freak like her." Kyle then punches the guy talking to me and Ken took me.

"are you okay?" Ken asked in sign language. I then nod.

Gideon Graves

Im currently waiting for my boyfriend (or best friend) Gideon to come back with our food when a guy comes up to me and taps my shoulder.

I look up at him and he asks "hey you come here often?"I look at him confused. "Hey you deaf or something?" "Yes she is and now leave her alone" Gideon says.

"yeah? What are you gonna do if I don't?" The guy asks.

"I will track down all of your family members and find out everything about you and expose it." Gideon says

The guy then gets scared and runs away. "Works every time." He then asks in sign language "are you okay?" "Yeah I'm fine" I reply back in sign language.

Thank you so much for requesting and sorry if it is not really good.

[burgerhell]

WELCOME TO

BURGER HELL

RULES OR WHATEVER

• Don’t be a FUCKING FREAK (aka no proship requests or anything like that)

• This place is (mostly) SAFE FOR WORK. Don’t be Nasty unless it’s only a Little Nasty (suggestive) because we’re 17

• We’re a system and we’re writing about headmates sometimes so keep that in mind, they’re seein this stuff brother

WHAT WE WRITE ABOUT (look under read more for who specifically)

• Bigtop Burger

• Half Life

• Madness Combat

• TF2

• EMH

• The Amazing Digital Circus

My wife is also a big help with stuff I write!! We literally write Everything together his blog is @yanderefantasies LOOKIE HIS STUFF NOW.

Also check read more for Boundaries. Please and Thankies from McSpankies

FOR BIGTOP

• Everyone except Penny’s kid. Obviously.

FOR HALF LIFE

• Gordon Freeman

• Barney Calhoun

• Adrian Shepherd

• Vortigaunts lol

FOR MADNESS COMBAT

• Hank

• Sanford

• Deimos

• Doc/2BDamned

• Jeb

• Tricky

• Auditor

FOR TF2

• Scout

• Pyro

• … maybe others. NEVER SPY.

FOR EMH

• Jeff

• Evan

• NO ONE ELSE ESPECIALLY NOT HABIT

TADC

• Jax x Pomni

• Jax x Caine

• Jax x Kinger

BOUNDARIES.

Again we’re 17. Don’t be a FREAKAZOID. We’re alright with writing most ships, they don’t really make us uncomfortable. But we’ll say something if they do. Also we will very rarely do canon x reader but if we do the readers gonna be masc, probably transmasc or non-binary. Sorry feminine ppl.

[rippersz]

(All fanfics written for them would be ‘x reader’ or an OC) - Rip x

[the-fiction-witch]

Seventeen P9-11

Media The Maze Runner AU

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Sweet AF

Seventeen Series

I had been pretty sheepish all day just trying to keep my head down maybe they forgot about me, Once the bell rang luckily I had model UN so I scampered there before I could get in trouble and sat in my UK-labeled chair. 

"Okay, good afternoon everyone now before we move onto the current affairs of the day does anyone have any new business they would like to bring up?" Alby asks 

Several hands raised 

"Uhh okay, Yes Brazil?" 

"Viva a revolcao!" she yelled and I glanced over 

Brenda Young, the school activist and art freak never seen without paint on her hands and a soap box about something, I never paid her that much attention honestly just sort of saw her as a positive Karen I suppose, then again last year she did force the cafeteria to start at least stocking a vegan and vegetarian option for people thought four weeks of violent protests. they still haven't fixed the window and it still kinda of smells like chum around it.

she stood from her chair her hair cut short with a bright blue streak, her black clothes of net and leather a hand-drawn tattoo on her arm made of Sharpie, 

"Brenda, I've told you before if you're not going to do this properly you can leave" Alby sighed "You can't call a revolution,"

"Fine" she pouted sitting back down 

"Anyone else, Yes Eygpt" He says and she gets up from her seat 

Harriet Toll, a fashion student and a sketchbook kept under lock and key, always wore the most up-to-date fashion trends and made the most of it as well. She didn't exactly like being here but the textiles room is closed on Thursdays and she doesn't get picked up till six so it's something to do other than sitting outside on the step. 

"I know that this model UN is small and we are missing various countries but I cannot help but feel offended at the selection of countries" She explained 

"I second that!" Brenda yelled, "The white boys are the rich countries and the rest of us are the countries with populations with the majority people of colour!" 

"It feels -" Harriet began

"Racists!" 

"Wouldn't you agree South Africa?" 

"Humm? What's going on?" Fry yawns as he had basically been asleep since we got in here 

"Calm down, calm down everyone, The assigned counties are assigned randomly," Alby says

"Randomly?" Harriet glared

"Completely randomly so sit down" 

"Fine" she sighed sitting down again 

"Anyone else" he sighed "Yes Denmark" 

"What's up with the UK?" Zart asked as he clearly noticed me and the fact I'd barely spoken to him or anyone else today 

"Is brexit making you sad?" Brenda laughed 

"No" I sighed "I'm just a bit out that's all"

"Alright, now on to new business" 

I left after the model UN was over starting to make my way out to go home when I saw three of those blue and white letterman jackets

"I don't like waiting, Newton" Ben yelled

"Fuck!" I complained trying to bolt as quickly as I could away but they caught up fast and threw me against the wall punching and kicking me

"The hell do you think you're doing nerd! You dare actually talk to a cheerleader? It would be funny if you weren't so fucking stupid!" He laughs "You are not to talk to her again, don't even look at her, not even think about her again, or I will cut your balls off and mount them on the flag pole, we clear Newton?"

"I can talk to whoever I damn want!"

"You wanna die! Let me explain something to you y/n is a cheerleader with a fat ass and tits that porn stars pay for, you are a scholastic decathlon, model UN, chess team little freakazoid. Now you will not do it again, are we clear!"

"Hey!" A voice came I could barely see as I likely had a black eye but I saw

Gally Anderson, cohead of the debate team, used to be the muscles of metal shop and woodshop until the school district cut the funding those rooms were gutted of equipment and turned into extra maths rooms and now were often stuck in the back of the art club making small wooden building sculptures while people like Brenda engaged in utter anarchy we used to be friendly but you drift Apart and all

"What's it to you? Art boy?"

"Leave the fuck alone before I knock those teeth down your throat, and we all know daddy paid to get them all nice and touched up for ya which you haven't paid off yet so unless you wanna root around your shit for those pearly fucks. Walk away"

"I'm -"

"I know what you're doing, everyone heard but she aint your girlfreind as I recall she Dumped your ass so fuck off home"

"Come on guys" he says heading to his car "I'm watching you newton!"

"You okay?" Gally asks helping me up and grabbing my stuff for me

"I think I'm dieing"

"Yeah he socked you pretty hard, we'll grab you some ice, come on I'll drop you home"

"Thanks man"

"No problem" he says taking me to his car and we stopped and he got me some ice for my eye and a bandage for my bleeding arm "I know what you did"

"Everyone knows apparently"

"I don't blame you, cheer girls are gorgeous, don't sweat it he'd have kicked your ass for being rude if you hadn't spoken to her"

"I don't get what his problem is"

"Dudes been butt hurt since she dumped him, still protective of her, he thinks because they used to date he owns her. Don't let it get to you" he says pulling up outside my house "You gonna be okay?"

"I think so, thanks gally"

"Don't worry about it, see you around"

"See you around" I nodded before climbing out and heading inside immediately to be met by

"Oh my god my baby!" She screams

"Mum I'm alright -"

"What the hell happened!" My dad yelled

"It's a long story"

Understandably my mother went crazy and I'd been sitting in the kitchen for over an hour while my parents paced and panicked, having replaced my ice and bandaged my cuts and bruises. when they finally let me go back to my room, so I headed to my bed Luckily I didn't have any homework or anything so I just crawled into bed and tried my best to get some god damn sleep. 

When my alarm went off I forced myself up and quickly went for a shower Sonya was about to go in but she stopped short as she saw me

"What the hell happened to you?" she asks 

"Don't. Say. anything." I warned her to go in the bathroom and lock the door tightly I put my music on as loud as possible ran myself a bath and climbed in trying to soothe my aching body, I took as long as I wanted in the bath, once done I went back to my room and got dressed for the day shoving my stuff in my bag even if It stung to add my bag to my shoulder and I headed downstairs to my mum and dad "Morning"

"Morning Kiddo, sit down and take your time with breakfast I'm taking you in today," he says 

"You are?"

"Yeah, I want a word with the headmaster" 

"Uhh okay" I nodded sitting down and my mum gave me as many strawberries, waffles, and french toast as I wanted "I'm happy to take the bus Dad"

"No, no. I want a word with him. phone doesn't do the same as turning up so If I'm going then I might as well take you" 

"Why do I have to take the bus and he gets a ride to school!" Sonya yelled as she arrived downstairs 

"And where were you while your brother was being beaten up like a 1930s gangster?'

"...at the movies with my friends"

"So you'll be taking the bus"

"Uuughhhh!' She yelled marching off outside

"You can take her too it's okay," I said

"You really should -" my mother began

"No, for once I'm not Bowing to that girl," he says finishing his breakfast he took my bag and we headed out to the car We started up and headed through the rainy streets he stopped for coffee of course and he even got me a few hash browns.

"So? Lead the way," he says I nodded and got out of the car he still carried my stuff for me as we headed into the still pretty empty school as the busses hadn't arrived yet I led him through the corridors to the headmaster's office but she wasn't here yet so we just sat outside. "You wanna tell me what this was all over so I have a little backing info?"

"I figured Sonya told you"

"She did but you know how your sister exaggerates."

"I was working, and the cheerleaders came in"

"All of them?'

"I think so, looked like all of them I don't exactly count them everywhere they go, Dad"

"Hu...I did"

"Did you?"

'When I was your age yeah, so?"

"So one of the cheer girls needed a hand with the slushie machine the cherry one always gets stuck so I pulled it for her we talked just casually while I did and told her I'd cover it. But clearly, people found out. I've been getting the cold shoulder from people all day because of it"

"Why? You did something nice for her?"

"Yeah, but she's a cheerleader. I'm...me. I can't talk to them it's like an unspoken law. So one of the track guys beat me up to teach me a lesson"

"And?"

"and lesson learned. I won't talk to her again" I sighed

"What's her name?"

"What does it matter They'll kill me if I ever even look at her again"

"Well tell me anyway"

"...y/n"

"Y/n. Cheerleader?"

"Yeah"

"Pretty?"

"Gorgeous,"

"Blonde?"

"Y/h/c usually with a little blue bow"

"Athletic?"

"As much as any cheerleader but... she's 'bottom of the pyramid"

"Oh, so she's got the hips and the thighs?' He suggested making a gesture with his hands and I nodded "I take it you have her the free slushie because you like her"

"Kinda, but what does it matter Ben will kill me if I look at her again. Not like I had a cat in hell's chance anyway'

"Why not? You're the most handsome boy in the world your mother tells you all the time"

"Dad. I'm me. I'm a nerd. I am as low as you can get on the totem pole except maybe Chuckie, the cheer team is at the top of the totem pole. I was being stupid"

"Hey, don't think like that, look Isaac. This stuff isn't some totem pole carved in stone or wood forever to be that way. It's more like... an elevator."

"An elevator?"

"Yes, an elevator. You might not see it but people are constantly moving up and down the levels Yes those at the top often don't think about the bottom and the bottom struggle to even imagine ever being at the top but no one stays in those places forever and believe me when you get out of here none of it would have mattered and you'll realize there never was an elevator you were all just living on the same floor convinced you had it better or worse when everyone else" he says "you know I was a pretty big nerd when I was your age Didn't stop me getting a firecracker like your mother. I was on the chess team, algebra club, top science student two years running and your mother was a flag girl"

"No offence but stuff is different nowadays it's not like them You were my age things have changed"

"...how old do you think I am?" He glared

"Well, I'm seventeen?"

"Yeah and I'm thirty-four," he says "AHH Miss Ava Paige just the woman I've been needing to see"

"Mr Newton of course step into my office," she says

I was kind of taken aback by what he said for a moment before I followed them into the office.

[neodracunyan]

"Uninvited Guests" 1945/1978 Blood-Shot Parker V.S. Tom and Jerry

This fan made fnf concept is based on the Tom and Jerry creepypasta FNF Mod, "Tom's Basement Show" for my x Male reader story based on the Mod itself.

In this concept, where the original Tom and Jerry were working together on cleaning the whole entire basement that Basement Jerry had hid the dead bodies of his victims in until a couple of "uninvited guests" by the names of 1945/1978 Blood-Shot Parker as they are looking for Y/n that lives in this home but was currently doing some errands with Michael Theodore and Oscar Reynolds aka Freakazoid Mouse and Weirdo Rabbit.

So Tom and Jerry worked together to defeat these two serial killers to keep them away from getting to Y/n if any means necessary.

[blorbo-hellspace]

Fav genre of freakazoid fujoshi is one's that write x readers for yari b club. Ma'am these r gay men in an all boys school that is the plot of the show gd. Stop putting this on my dash.

[yandere--stuck]

Yandere!Freakazoid x Reader Headcanons

❗Ooo, ooo! Freakazoid knows all about being a yandere! With the entire knowledge of the internet within him, he automatically knows everything about the trope, inside and out! But, don'tcha worry, Freak may be crazy, but he'd never be that crazy! … Wink. And, hey! It's not like he had anyone in his life he'd go that cuckoo over - sure, he loved Steph, but she was just a friend! And he hated when Dex got bullied, 'specially by Duncan (that weenie!), but it never went beyond understandable concern and anger. And if Cosgrove ever got in danger…! Well, Cosgrove could just tell the bad guy to knock it off, and then he probably would. And then, he'd ask if Freakazoid wanted to go get a mint - and boy, would he! 

💻 Well, that is, until one day, out of the blue, Freak saw you! (Hey, that rhymed!) It was a usual day for him - chasing after The Lobe in his Freak-Mobile. It's not like it made him go any faster, but hey! It sold toys, didn't it? Plus, this was a big deal-arooni! Freakazoid didn't expect The Lobe to take hostages! Sheesh, what a jerk. Why couldn't he just go back to the Washington Gardens restaurant and sing that song again? Man, that was a good song… But, nooooo, Lobey just had to build a big machine that probably ended with "3000" to like, I dunno, kill Freakazoid and become the main character of the show. Good thing Freak knew just how to save the day! By licking the machine's electrical outlet and causing it to explode, not being harmed due to being, at least partially, made of electricity.

❗Freak makes sure to help Cosgrove free the hostages and make sure everyone's all okie-dokie-lokie! And that's when he meets (drumroll, please!)... You! And wowie-zowie, you were absolutely gorgeous! Like, holy smokes! And you made him blush a bright blue when you hugged him, called him your hero, and thanked him profusely. It made him feel all weird. Well, weirder than usual. Like, his stomach went all tipsy-topsy-turvy. He even coughed up a butterfly! How'd that get in there? Ohh, he couldn't help but hug you back. You were so cute! And maybe you'd notice his muscles, too… He heard Cosgrove ask if he wanted to get a turkey sub, but… This time, he declined. After all, it wouldn't hurt to take extra time to make sure you were okay!

💻 Even after he's sure you're hunky-dory and walked you home, Freak can't help but keep his mind on you - long after he'd return control to Dexter. Heck, he couldn't even focus on watching Rat Patrol! You were on his mind, all the time! You were like… Like… A computer virus! ... A really cute and nice computer virus that he wanted to get to know better. So, he did! Sure, it might eat up some of Dexter's time, but, hey, some sacrifices must be made! He's sure his best bud will understand - this was love we're talking about here! So, he tried searching for you around the city, but eventually gave in and just went back to your place! And he may or may not have snuck in, if you weren't home, taking a look inside. Oh, you had such cool stuff!! Almost as cool as you! He'll slip out just as you come back, only to knock on your door, asking you to hang out with him.

❗Freak loved going out with you! Gosh, it was just so much fun, and! It meant he got to spend time with his most favoritest person in the world - you! He listens intently as you talk about your life, your interests, your hobbies. He immediately searches up everything you mention, and in an instant knows most everything about it. It's so exciting! He's able to keep up with and relearn everything through you telling him! It's a win-win! Just hearing you speak makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Gosh, it makes it hard to even focus on crime fighting when all of him just wants to be about you all the time. He couldn't help himself! He loved you, and with every second his love grew deeper and more intense! He loved you like misery loved company, like the internet loved cats, like how everyone loved saying "huggbees" (Go ahead, say it!). He needed to find a way to love you and protect you from villains without it distracting him.

💻 So, he does the smart thing, and kidnaps you! Don't worry your sweet little head! This is for the best. He had saved you again! Saving you was protecting you, and you were supposed to protect the ones you loved. He'll keep you in the FreakalairTM to keep you all safe and sound, and Ingmar will take care of you while he's on duty. He hopes Dexter won't try to rescue you while in control, but he doesn't mind sharing if it'll placate him, if you catch his drift. Be prepared for Freakazoid to smother you in hugs and kisses every time he returns. He's almost constantly holding you in his arms, flush against his chest. Oh, he was absolutely obsessed, and it felt so, so good! He loved you so much. He'll protect you from anything - especially Jeepers! Sheeeeeeesh! What a creep!!! He'll make sure Jeepers lays off you and the beavers!!

[yandere-toons]

Yandere Candlejack (Platonic & Romantic Headcanons)

Warnings: mentions of kidnapping, psychological manipulation, mentions of stalking, home invasion, toxic mindset.

A.N. - Bake pies, save lives.

Platonic:

Pie functions as an interim peace offering, but too many give him a sweet tooth. Candlejack expresses gratitude by tormenting those who impede the happiness of his friend.

Whether it is a rude stranger on the street or a dispute with a family member, this supernatural entity stalks the culprit and haunts their home until they are consumed by paranoia and either institutionalized or say his name. He chooses not to admit guilt or request payment, preferring to appreciate his work from the shadows.

Rambling about his livelihood inspires a certain gaiety in the spirit. Indifferent to its wicked nature, Candlejack finds it thrilling to reiterate tales of foolish victims and entertain his friend with past scares.

Any discomfort or fear is met with invitations to accompany him on outings and experience his trade firsthand. The boogeyman's lackadaisical attitude towards kidnapping extends to proposing the option of assisting him, but he enjoys their commentary, optimistic or hostile, regardless.

While he praises his job, the solitary nature of it enables profound feelings of boredom. This lack of stimulation propels him to transport victims through the path of his friend.

He laughs at the alleged coincidence, but his refusal to bring the conversation to a natural end asserts his reluctance to depart. Candlejack flings every reverse psychology trick he can to fool them into saying his name before either leaving in disappointment or elation.

Romantic:

Many who recognize his existence have neither the power nor the will to help, and the few altruistic souls who do are tricked into saying his name and abducted. The limited information his partner can share without sabotaging others and drawing accusations of insanity exposes them to a host of nocturnal visits.

Hoping to outsmart the boogeyman at hide-and-seek is pure lunacy, and fleeing to the neighbours tempts Candlejack's menace inside another abode.

Candlejack is most comfortable when observing his partner from a distance, witnessing their daily life as an unseen spectator. He has little interest in direct interaction but enjoys leaving hints of his presence.

Perhaps the faint smell of melted wax lingers on their furniture, or personal belongings vanish in the night. In making their escape appear impossible, he plays with their sense of reality and diminishes their faith in memories.

The relationship is a game of patience to him. Household objects are rearranged with no indication of forced entry, and Candlejack seems to catch an unusual amount of loose-lipped naysayers near his partner.

Individuals who, on any other day, would dismiss urban legends as malarkey are possessed by the need to gossip about the boogeyman. This puzzling obsession surrounds his partner with whispers of his name until they recite it.

[harveywritings92]

{Dabi kidnaps Hawks S/o to lure the hero out, Hawks meets them outside the new hideout.}

Dabi: I have brought you here for the answers to a vital question that concerns the future.

Y/n: And what is that question?

Dabi: Please tell us - that doll Barbie... what's the name of her little sister?

[Hawks and Y/n look at each other, puzzled]

Y/n: I think it was Pebbles.

Hawks: Lemme handle this. It's Skipper!

Dabi: Skipper? Hmmm. 

[Dabi unties Y/n and walks back inside the bar where the LOV is playing trivial pursuit ] 

Dabi: Hey everyone, Toga was right! it's Skipper! *door slams shut.*