#i really liked writing this one

[illiana-mystery]

Since today is Otto's canonical birthday, I wanted to re-share this old fic for the occasion.

Chapter 2 is currently in works. 😉

Finally, I know...😅

[telekineticseance]

OPEN SECRETS

pairing: matt stone x f! assistant reader

summary: date night!

genre: fluff

word count: 2615

cw: legal age gap

author's note: matt pov matt pov matt pov matt pov matt pov matt pov

this is part eight to a series if you haven't read the first part check it out here: "CIRCUMSTANCES"

“How long has it been going on?” Trey asked me, a disappointing tone in his voice as he sat at his desk in front of me, his head in his hands. I straightened my position in the chair in front of him, “Since Casa Bonita…”

“So not too long, you can stop it now. Cut it before it explodes.” He says looking up at me, he looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks and the patch of hair at the top of his head is flared out in every direction it can go. “What if I don’t want to?”

His eyes widened at my statement and he moved his chair closer to the desk, sitting up more, “What do you mean you don’t want to Matt? If people find out, at the office alone, not only is it a fucking nightmare with HR, it also puts both of us at risk. For fucks sake dude she’s 25!” I let out a sigh, he was right, it was dangerous, and I knew it. She knew it too. I looked down at my hands, picking at the nail on my index finger, not sure what to say in the moment.

Trey watched before he sighed, getting up from his desk, “Look man. I’m just looking out for you.” I nodded, I knew. We looked out for each other, that was our thing. “I know you are your own person..but is this really a good idea?” I thought for a moment, just a moment. “She’s…I don’t know.”

It’s true. I didn’t know. I knew it was wrong. Everything about it. But it felt…right? “Well you need to know. You know I have your back, you’re my best friend and if you choose this, I’ll support it.” I nodded at him, and looked up from my hands to see him standing next to me, putting a hand on my shoulder.

“Are you mad?” I asked him and he let out a laugh, “I’m mad you didn’t tell me. You know I suspected something when you disappeared for almost an hour at the restaurant.” I nodded and looked down once more, recalling the night we had in the office. “Yeah that was um..not supposed to happen?”

“What do you mean not supposed to happen?” Trey asked, he grabbed a chair and pulled it over, sitting next to me. “Well we kissed last week. And I tried to act like it never happened..” He let out a wince but motioned for me to keep going, “And then she called me out for it at the restaurant because she was pissed at me and then we just kinda….” I trailed off, not really wanting to go into detail.

His eyes widened and he sat back in his chair, “Oh..okay but you didn’t even tell me about the kiss?” I paused for a minute, he was right. I didn’t. “Like I said..It wasn’t supposed to happen, it just did. It was an accident. Kind of.”

“Kind of? What do you mean kind of?” I took a deep breath, pinching my nose with my fingers, he was asking too many questions. “We were looking over some paperwork and then I just leaned in and kissed her. Like I said, it was kind of an accident.”

“Doesn’t sound like an accident.”

“I said kind of!” I argued back, rolling my eyes and Trey laughed in response. I started to laugh along with him, it felt nice to laugh about the situation. I mean it wasn’t funny, but everything around it had been so serious and Trey hadn’t really talked to me much since he spotted us leaving the bathroom on the plane. Once the laughter died out, Trey got up from his chair, “Alright we gotta get to the writer’s room.”

I nodded, getting up from my chair before we both walked out of Trey’s office and walked across the studio to the writer’s room where the other’s were starting to pile in and sit at their usual spots. When everyone settled down, we started doing the usual drill, shooting out ideas to see which ones would stick and which ones wouldn’t. Usually I would be on top of the game but today I just sat back, listening, tapping my fingers on the desk while my thoughts were elsewhere. Thinking about the weekend, the past week, thinking about her. My leg bounced up and down as I continued tapping my fingers on the table, staring at the white board behind Trey.

“What do you think Matt?” Anne’s voice broke me away from the board and I looked at her, “I’m sorry?” Trey was the first to speak up, pulling the others away from their confusion, “We were just talking about the possibility of having an episode where Cartman moves back home from the hot dog.” I nodded, readjusting myself in my seat, “Yeah sounds great.”

They went back to the white board as Trey was drawing and writing things down and I sunk back into my thoughts. I looked out the window at the view of the cubicles and saw her walking around, socializing with the others. She was laughing at what some others were saying and I couldn’t help but grin and look back down at my lap. Jesus Christ.

“I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be back,” I excused myself before rising from my chair, and walking out of the room. A few people greeted me when they saw me walk out before I started making my way to the bathrooms, making eye contact with Y/N on the way giving her a small grin. She grinned back before excusing herself from the conversation and following me behind. I walked into the bathroom and she showed up a few moments after.

“Hey,” I greeted, smiling at her softly. She greeted me back, looking up at me and I took a deep breath. “I want to get dinner..with you.”

“Matt, we get dinner together all the time. Practically every night. We kind of have to with our job.” She said while giggling slightly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. I nodded, she was right. “I know but I mean like…dinner. Just us. Someplace nice. We dress up. Maybe you can wear that red dress again.” I suggested, while chuckling slightly, taking her hand in mine.

She blushed slightly and nodded, “Okay when?” She asked, looking down at our hands. “Hm..tonight? The Little Door?” I suggested the European restaurant as it was one of the more finer dining places in the area. Her eyes widened, “Oh we don’t have to go to a place like that. I’m fine with something smaller. MUCH much smaller.”

I shook my head in response, “No I want this to be nice. Just the two of us with a nice candlelit dinner. Bottle of wine. The works.” She rolled her eyes while playfully letting out a scoff before nodding, “Fine I’ll go.” I smiled down before giving her a quick kiss and pulling away, “I’ll pick you up at 7:30.” I pulled away from her and walked out the bathroom before walking back to the writer’s room trying to hide the grin on my face before Trey noticed and rolled his eyes, turning back around to continue writing the plot for the next episode on the board behind him.

–

The clock reads 7:30 when I pull up to her apartment and climb out of my car. I walk up the stairs to the next floor, lightly knocking on the door. “Hold on!” I smile, waiting patiently with my hands behind my back. I heard the sound of the door unlocking before it opened revealing Y/N in the dress. The same red dress she had worn just a few nights ago that drove me insane. “Hey,” I greeted, holding my hand out for her. “Hi,” She responded, looking into my eyes as she placed her hand into mine. She locked the door behind her as we walked down the hall, “You look beautiful.”

She looked down at the ground, a blush rising to her cheeks before looking back at me. “Thanks. You look really nice. I like the facial hair you’re growing in.” I smiled back, stroking the growing beard on my face with my hand, “You think so? I’ve seen some discourse about it on social media so I’ve thought about shaving it again.”

She shook her head as we walked, reaching my car in the parking lot. “Don’t. It fits your face.” I nodded, opening the door for her, “Beard stays then.” She got in the car before I closed the door and walked to the driver’s side, getting in.

“I didn’t know you did social media.” She spoke and I shook my head while chuckling, “I don’t. I just look myself up sometimes to see what’s the discussion. Saw some accounts on Twitter arguing over my beard.” She giggled at my statement before I started the car and drove to the restaurant. I rested my hand on her lower thigh as I drove and she placed her hand on top of mine, stroking her thumb on the top of my hand in the process. I glanced over as the music played quietly in the background, the street lights shining on her face as I drove.

We arrived at the restaurant close to 8, which was good because that’s when I made the reservations. I shut off the car before getting up and walking over to her side, opening the door. I shut the door behind her before we walked into the restaurant. I watched her eyes light up from the scene in front of us, the tables were clothed with candles on them, and plants along the walls, and between every few tables there would be a light pole that helped illuminate the room. It was one of those higher end places I hardly saw myself entering, but I wanted to this time.

“I had reservations for Stone.” I told the hostess at the counter and she grinned at us before leading us to our seats in a more secluded area of the restaurant. We sat down and started looking over the menu. “Matt, these prices are insane. I mean $45 minimum per person? What were you thinking?” I looked up, with a small grin on my face, “I told you I wanted to take you somewhere nice.” She looked around before back at the menu. I rested my elbow on the table and set my head in my hand as I looked at her from across the table. “Blink.” She told me and I chuckled before looking away, blinking in the process. The server came over and took our wine and food order before walking away with the menus in hand. I looked over at Y/N again and saw her watch the fire flicker in the candle in between us. “I know I’ve already said it but you really do look beautiful tonight.” She glanced up and looked up at me, blushing as she looked.

I watched her face as if I were in a trance. Every time she walked into a room I felt myself fight back a smile. I found myself fighting the urge to kiss her on multiple occasions, including when I helped fix up her hand after she cut herself on a coffee cup. And I found myself biting my tongue to keep my mouth shut and saying something stupid or at the wrong time.

We held eye contact for a minute before she spoke up again, “How often do you come here?’ I shrugged while looking at her, “I don’t really. I’ve been here for a few business meetings but that’s it.” She looked at me, almost shocked before she nodded, “I thought you would be going out on more dates.”

I shrugged once more in response, “I’m busy. Always working lately with the new season and new specials along with the restaurant and now Trey wants to make another movie. Plus another South Park game..” I took a deep breath, “But you know all of that don’t you?”

She nods, “Well I am the one who helps you with your paperwork.” I chuckled back before taking her hand in mine, “I don’t wanna talk about work though. I wanna talk about you. I mean I know stuff about you but there’s stuff I don’t know as well. Like before you came to work for the studio, what did you want to do?”

She thought for a moment, “I wanted to be a writer. Maybe work in the writer’s room with everyone but I settled for the assistant gig, hoping for the ability to move up but I grew attached to this position.”

“What made you attached?” I asked, hiding the smirk from my face. She rolled her eyes playfully, “Watching you and Trey stress every week was definitely something that made me change my mind. Plus I like making sure you stay on track.” I let out a soft chuckle, looking down at the table, “You do do that don’t you?” She giggled and nodded/

“Why South Park though? You could’ve picked a different show to potentially write for.” She paused for a minute, “No reason. Thought it was funny.” She said, pulling her hand away from mine and taking a sip from the water in front of her. I raised an eyebrow and opened my mouth to talk before the server brought the food and wine and placed it in front of us. We both thanked the server before they walked away and we started to eat the food in front of us.

—

We finished our food and continued to sit at the table until the server asked us to leave because they were about to close. I apologized and we left with our hands enlaced in one another before we got into the car. “So about the thing earlier where you pulled away when I asked you about why you wanted to work for the show?” She giggled slightly, looking down, “Don’t laugh.” I raised an eyebrow and looked out of the corner of my eye as I drove on the road, “Okay I won’t laugh.”

“I mean I wasn’t lying. It is funny and I did enjoy it. But I may or may not have partially agreed to my position because I had a thing for you.” My eyes widened as I turned and looked, “Oh so you had a mission?”

She started to laugh, covering her mouth with her hand as she did, “No I didn’t have a mission Matthew. But I did have a crush on you.” I chuckled slightly and nodded, “Well that’s good to know. I hope I’m to your expectations?”

She nodded, “Even more.” I grinned as we arrived at her apartment and I walked her to her door. “Did you want to come in?” She asked, unlocking the door and turning to look at me. I hesitated for a minute before shaking my head, “I think I’m going to be a gentleman tonight.” I said softly, moving a strand of hair from her face, caressing her cheek. She grinned and nodded before I leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on her lips.

“Goodnight Y/N.” I mumbled against her lips. She gave me another soft kiss before responding, “Goodnight Matt. I’ll see you tomorrow?” I nodded my head before she walked in shutting the door behind her. I leaned against the door with my back towards it and let out a sigh.

She had a crush on me.

updated a/n: next part!

[futures-tense]

vary my days

When TK asked Tommy to sing at the wedding, the song choice was easy. It was his mom's favorite, but she also called it their song. He never really thought about how perfectly Stephen Sondheim's Being Alive fit his relationship with Carlos until now.   OR   A recap of major moments in their relationship, represented by a line from the song.

A/N: It’s 12 chapters in total, all of them are out and it reaches 4.9k words. It’s split by chapter so you can see each line from the song that each snippet is inspired by!!

Chapter 1: Make Me Confused

“TK, you got another text,” Mateo says as he tosses the phone to TK. He pockets it without a second glance.

“It’s no one.”

Marjan raises an eyebrow, scrubbing a little too hard at a spot on the truck. “Don’t tell me you’re ghosting someone.”

“I would never,” he says flatly, hopping off the back of the truck to toss the stained towel onto the bench.

“That was not convincing at all,” Paul says, peering down at him over the side of the rig. “Is it that guy who made you late yesterday?”

A chorus of jeers and prompts rise from the other members of the team, but TK just bites down and ducks into the TV room. 

The guy from the bar—that’s what TK calls him, desperately trying to separate himself— has been texting TK since he stormed out of that dinner. 

Nothing against Carlos; he seemed great. He clearly wasn’t a one-night-stand kind of person. Fine. But TK, sober, Texas TK, had already decided he wasn’t a relationship kind of person. Unfortunately for Carlos, fancy dinner after both their shifts felt a little too relationship-like. 

Carlos was sweet and treated him well. 

He was someone TK could see himself falling in love with. 

Which was the real problem with all of this. TK doesn’t need to fall in love; he can’t fall in love. That’s not in the cards for him, and he’s working on accepting that. 

But Carlos feels safe in ways that TK doesn’t fully understand. In a string of wrong turns and wrong guys, Carlos is a spark of hope for better things. Things like hot sex and fancy dinners after both their shifts and secrets shared with no judgment, only support. Things like someone to come home to after a bad shift, someone who will always come looking, who will always press because he knows him too well. 

But TK can’t be that for someone else. He can’t promise to come home for someone. He can’t promise he’ll be safe or sober or sane. He will never be able to share his secrets without the cold, gripping fear that comes with vulnerability, will never be able to trust the supportive words that follow, and will always be searching for the double meaning that it holds. 

He drops into one of the chairs as his phone dings again. He pulls it out, and the message flashing across the screen is simple. 

I understand if I asked for too much. Forget I ever mentioned it.

TK stares at the words for a long time. 

Because that’s just it. 

He doesn’t want to forget it. Aside from the champagne, it was a perfect dinner until TK screwed it up. It wasn’t too much to ask for. It was the bare minimum. If TK couldn’t handle even that, he might be worse off than he’d thought. 

He flops back onto the couch and prays for the alarm to go off. That way, he might actually be able to forget, even just for a moment.

[Read the rest on Ao3]

[aceghosts]

🌹

This is from a whumptober 2022 prompt that I never actually finished. It's based off that one post with Liara facing off with an indoctrinated Shepard at the crucible, except of Liara, it's Thane.

He sees a flicker of recognition in Shepard’s eyes, the glowing fading to reveal hints of their familiar ocean blue eyes. “I do,” They choose their words slowly, almost as if they are struggling to find the words, “I fight…to make sure that no one goes through what I went through…”

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[aphel1on]

nothinggg better than torturing an emotionally repressed character until every single trauma they've ever refused to process starts spilling uncontrollably out of the cracks. like a matryoshka doll situation of repressed trauma and baby you better believe i'm going in there with a hammer

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[hhhhunty]

How funny that she never considered that.

[misteria247]

I'm realizing that Stan is actually incredibly smart. Like in a Ford kind of way to some extent.

Like yes Stan's street smart and life smart but he's also got the smarts that Ford's praised for. Because he had rebuilt the portal and figured out his brother's notes and equations.

Like do you know how hard math is on Ford and Fiddleford's level of expertise??? How complicated and delicate it is????? Especially the kind that brings portals to life???? And Stan figured it out. Had taught himself to read and comprehend these difficult things. Difficult things that requires college degrees in science and mathematics.

And Stan did this on an incomplete high school grade level of academics.

That's fucking nuts. Sure it took 30 years but he learned it. By himself, can you imagine how frustrated he got, teaching himself Ford's educational level??? Using his mechanical skills of fixing his car to be up to par to Fiddleford's impressive craftsmanship????

And I can just see how Ford and Fiddleford react post apocalypse. Ford doing equations and science stuff and talking while Fiddleford listens and gives his input when Stan pipes up unintentionally and puts his hat into the ring. And it's mathematically sound?? And these two men are just blown away cuz what the actual hell?? Ford's immediately questioning Stan, wanting to hear his thoughts while Fiddleford watches impressed and Stan's mortified and a bit overwhelmed. Or Fiddleford working on something and Ford's watching him when Stan points out a better way to make a part work and Fidds is like omg thank you Stanley??? And Ford's looking at his little brother dumbfounded and itching to bomb him with questions and whatnot.

Stan never knows peace afterwards.

[reineydraws]

✨️ BROTHERS! ✨️

(shouto will live out his idle childhood daydreams, even if he has to reverse their roles himself haha)

[flowersandfashion]

hot twink is tied up and penetrated

A Collection of Homoerotic Paintings of Saint Sebastian

Carlo Saraceni, c. 1610 /// Nicolas Régnier, c. 1620 /// Guido Reni, c. 1625 /// Nicolas Régnier, c. 1625 /// Louis Finson, c. 1613 /// François-Guillaume Ménageot, c. 1760 /// Guido Reni, c. 1615 /// Nicolas Régnier, c. 1620

[tourettesdog]

I am begging people to be normal about completed fics, and in particular one shots.

I am begging people to stop demanding more from authors, and insisting that one shots need to be longer or have sequels.

I don't think yall understand how many fanfic authors are one more "where's the rest of it?" comment away from throwing out any plans they might have had to continue an idea.

Unless an author like specifically says they might write more for an idea, just-- assume something marked as completed is complete, and respect it as it stands, please.

[the-raindeer-king]

Simon would love a little freak (affectionate) of a partner. Like you collect weird things, like taxidermy or bones? Say less, babes. He's getting you an animal skull for your birthday.

Is your thing clowns? Man is scouring the internet for some obscure clown clock because you saw it on Ebay once and complained about the price.

You likes bugs? Great, he's got a friend named Roach. Y'all be freaks (affectionate) together. But also he's building you a butterfly garden, or buying you a pet spider, or whatever.

It doesn't even have to be weird. You could just really like the ocean, or horses, or whatever. And I just realized what I'm getting at is that Simon would love a neurodivergent partner...

And he would!! He'd listen to you ramble and rant, and he'd be making a mental list of things to look for when he buys you presents. You could be hyperfixated on literally anything, and Simon would find a way to get you a present related to that interest. This man would move heaven and earth, if it meant making you happy.

[remxedmoon]

practicing self care (projecting my stims on my blorbos)

greyscale vers below the cut!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I hope you take this as the compliment it is intended to be, but you strike the same chord of irreverence-as-love, jokes-to-showcase-sencerity that I get from Chuck Tingle, and I adore both of you.

You have bestowed the greatest honour upon me.

[helixcraft]

trigger-happy computer doodle

(alt under cut)

take this as you will