#is stan crying because he's overwhelmed with love??

[whatthefuckisasweep]

A follow up to my Stan and Eddie napping together drawing : )

@stanstanthebirdman inspired the idea of eddie fussing over stan's bandages and i kinda ran with it and made it an eddie and stan comfort moment :' )

[ballerinarina]

𐙚ABOUT FIVE AND LILA

Honestly, I don't consider myself the biggest Five & Lila shipper, but I really can't stop thinking (with much affection and endearement) about them both.

Two young beautiful souls, kissing so fondly, loving so beautifully as if they found a refuge.

It's really heartwarming, really sweet. As a Five stan, I couldn't help but cry and cheer for him on the couch as I saw him finally being loved. It's anguish, torturing seeing him lost in space-time again, but seeing that this time he had someone to take care of him was overwhelming.

Aidan and Ritu did an amazing job in their scenes. It's really been my favorite arch in the whole season and it really shocked me that people reacted negatively. Of course, cheering or no for the ship is personal, but I think some opinions are kind of unfair with the characters development, because it was such a beautiful plotline and made so much sense with their psychological situation.

Anyways, that's just a vent of random thoughts, not a big elaboration about the characters and their relationship yet, but I really wish I could see more of them. Oh, its so agonizing and frustrating to know that a lot, lot of their (and the season's as a whole) scenes were cutted off...

[thefallenangel2008]

More Autistic Sea Grunkles headcanons because I'm a sucker for them and I love projecting on my favorite characters. I guess you could call this a part 2??? Idk but here it is.

Ok, so, I imagine them having some rules about what goes in the fridge and whatnot because of sensory issues. If Stan has food Ford doesn't like in the fridge he's gonna eat everything possible but that food to avoid it and live off protein pills or however these things are called. I mean, he's already done it while traveling through dimensions so he can easily do it again. Now, when Ford puts food in the fridge Stan doesn't like there's a chance he might throw it away in the ocean (he's already done it twice) and eat only stancakes until the ingredients run out. When they do, he's just not gonna eat. I imagine them both having many foods they couldn't eat as kids but when they got in their respective little adventures (homelessness and dimension traveling) they managed to overcome some of their sensory issues because they had no other choice (and when I say "overcame" I mean managing to get used to the not-THAT-bad-but-still-not-gonna-eat foods). But yeah, they still have a bunch of foods they don't like. :P

I already talked about them not talking when they're overwhelmed but now I want to ✨expand that thought✨ a little more.😍 I already said about them going nonverbal on eachother and comforting eachother when one of them feels overwhelmed, but hear me out. Ford is the quiet autistic and Stan is the loud autistic. Personally I see Ford as the type of autistic person who will regularly go nonverbal when feeling overwhelmed. He used to do a lot as kids Stan has learned the tricks and how to calm him down. And now, when it comes to Stan. Stan never shuts his mouth, never. He's always been the loud one out of the two. So when Stan goes nonverbal Ford freaks tf out because, even though Stan has felt plenty of times overwhelmed, and Ford has been there to comfort him, when he goes nonverbal he KNOWS things are THAT bad. Especially now, when his recovering mind relives traumatic events that happened to him during homelessness. During a particularly bad PTSD episode Stan hadn't uttered a word for a full of 4 days until one night at 3:00am he told Ford to take a break from his research and go to sleep. When Ford managed to coax out of him what was this memory he remembered, Stan had titled it as the "Tijuana Incident" (yes, I'm still not over that one Stanley bit from the website, that old man is a victim and he deserves better).

Also sounds. Stan doesn't really have a big problem with loud sounds, it usually depends on the day, his mood, the size of the room he's in and how loudly the people are talking in said room. But he hates repetitive sounds. Ford is a tad more sensitive when it comes to sound than Stan. Loud noises, more particular. He remembers his ma telling him the story of the day him and Stan graduated from kindergarten and there was a party afterwards, and the loud music had made him cover his ears and cry. He doesn't mind repetitive sounds as much as Stan does. But ringing, he does.

Part 1

[miaoua3]

My Home

Pairing: dino x gn!reader

Genre: fluff, just…fluff

Description: dino has a very hard day. dino’s day gets considerably better because of you. dino is in love with you.

Note: I LOVE DINO SM I WANT TO CRY PLS GOD TAKE ALL OF HIS SUFFERING AND GIVE IT TO THE TOXIC KPOP STANS PLS

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you have come to the point in your relationship where you knew how dino felt simply by how his presence felt.

so last night when he came back home and you could barely feel him (as well as hear him because he was just so quiet), you immediately knew that the love of your life was exhausted.

when he came in through the door, he only greeted you with a little, raspy “hello” instead of something cute and flirty like “good evening my beautiful lady” like he usually does. not only that, but during dinner you noticed that he barely talked, mostly just humming or saying filler words like “oh really?”.

if all those things weren’t enough for you to see how tired he was, the dark circles under his eyes certainly were.

that’s why after he took a quick shower, you immediately took you both to your bedroom to sleep, pulling him in your arms so his head was resting on your chest and scratching his head just the way you knew he loved whenever you did it.

the poor boy fell asleep in the matter of minutes, squeezing you to death, almost as if he was seeking your comfort for him to be able to float away and into the dreamland.

you didn’t feel offended by his behaviour, or as some might interpret it, ignorance, but rather you felt your heart break for your boyfriend. even after the most tiring days he usually still had enough energy to spend a little quality time with you. so you knew that he must’ve been beyond his limit and that he was deadly exhausted.

which proved to be right when even after 11 hours he still hasn’t woken up yet.

knowing he will wake up sooner or later, you decided to make him breakfast, just something simple that won’t overwhelm him.

and like clockwork, the door of your bedroom opens and in comes your boyfriend, shirtless and with puffy eyes, blindly and directly going towards you.

“good morning baby”, you wish him just as he reaches you. your boyfriend just grunts in response as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, rubbing his face against your shoulder.

the difference in the grunts he was letting out as a response yesterday and the one he just let out isn’t all that big, but still you can tell how much better he’s feeling. it’s actually because his presence feels lighter today-more at peace.

chan just continues to hug you and rub his face against your shoulder, making you smile gently.

“slept well?”, you ask him gently. your boyfriend-expectedly- just grunts in response, making you chuckle lightly.

he, in response, kisses your cheek sweetly, mumbling ‘i love you’ with his lips still pressed against your skin.

deciding to give your boyfriend your full attention, you turn in his arms, your own automatically wrapping themselves around his neck, fingers playing with the back of his hair, a few weeks of growth being noticeable due to its length.

dino, bless his heart, can barely see you with his puffy eyes, just slowly blinking at you. not being able to resist his cuteness, you lean in and leave a gentle peck on his lips, your hands sliding down to rest on his bare shoulders.

your boyfriend hums deeply in response, unconsciously pulling you closer. after a second, your lips naturally fall apart.

chan blinks his eyes open, your beautiful face being the first thing his sight falls onto, and it overwhelms him a little bit.

knowing that he has somebody to come home to, but not only that, a somebody who he can come home to and be in a bad mood without them taking it personally and starting a fight about it, but instead taking care of him with such gentleness…it makes his body feel like it’s brimming with love, almost overflowing. sometimes it got so overwhelmingly big that he didn’t know what to do with it, a sense of panic washing over him.

like right now.

“i’m sorry if i was in a weird mood yesterday. it’s just that practice was a lot, and the tour is nearing with everyday, everyone was feeling irritated and so we all fought a lot, hoshi-hyung had a scream-off match with coups-hyung and it was all just-“.

before he can continue, you just put your finger on his lips to shut him up.

“do you feel better now?”, is the only thing you ask him in return.

chan, confused, just nods his head in response.

it seems like that’s all the confirmation you needed because you smile gently at him, leaning in to peck his lips again.

“then that’s all i need to know”, you finish.

and dino isn’t sure where the words come from, nor when the thought itself appeared in his mind, but all he responds with is.

“marry me. like, for real. be mine. and let me be yours. forever.”

to say that his words got you shocked is an understatement. but no matter how shocked you felt, answering a question of his never felt as easy as answering this one.

“of course i will.”

it didn’t matter that he didn’t have a ring (or a shirt for that matter), or that it was unplanned and that it was just you two present for it.

it all felt perfect to you.

it felt like home.

[the-universal-sun]

OOH I got another goodie! Can we get a regressed fidds? He regresses because he had a panic attack due to thinking he will lose stan (mullet stan) cause he lost his bookworm, got divorced by his wife and lost tate, he heart couldn't handle loosing stan! So he clings to stan and when stan tries to move away fidds freaks and begs his lee not to leave ):

Thank you so much for you request, I loved writing it! I do need to write more little! fidds, he's such an adorable little guy :) I hope I did your request justice here! And I hope it wasn't too heavy at times-I'm always worried about that. Merry Christmas and please enjoy reading!

As always, I am welcome to helpful advice and critiques! Happy Holidays to everyone!

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Fiddleford sobbed, clutching Missy, his stuffed Racoon, tightly to his chest. Stan said he was just going to the store to pick up juice and snacks, and that was over an hour ago! He must've gotten tired of Fiddleford and his anxiety and his crying and now he's gone and he's never coming back! Fiddleford is going to be all alone again, just like before. He feels like he's standing on a precipice, teetering near the edge in pure despair. He should've known, Emma May left him and took Tater Tot, who doesn't even want to see him, his Bookworm left him and may be gone forever , and now his Bubba left him! He's going to be alone forever and ever and ever! Fiddleford tries to take deep breaths, his chest aching and hurting making it almost impossible-he's starting to feel lightheaded.

     "Fidds! I'm home!" It's Bubba! He came back, he didn't leave Fidds! "Apparently this place has a "Pioneer Day" and they wouldn't let me drive through town, so it took longer than-OOF!" Fidds doesn't comprehend Stan's words, clumsily getting up and barreling into Stan, he would've knocked him over if Stan hadn't widened his stance to counterbalance. "Whoa, Sweetums! Where's the fire-are you crying? Fiddleford-what happened? Was it a bad memory or-or are you hurt? I-" Stan pauses, his brow furrowing in concern when he sees the stuffed Racoon clutched tightly in Fidds' hands, his blubbering combined with that is what puts it together for Stan. He's not talking to Dr. Fiddleford H McGucket, he's talking to his Little Fella, to Fidds. "Hey," Stan softens his voice, "what's the matter, hmm? Come on, tell your Bubba." Stan's softer voice coupled with reassuring talk is usually enough to get through to him, but it seems as if the usual reassurances are slipping away into the distance, Fiddleford too overwhelmed to comprehend. Stan tries to move Fidds back so he can get a look at him-making sure he didn't actually get hurt while he was gone. What he didn't expect was to be met with such a violent and out-of-character reaction from his Sweetie.

     "No! No! No!" Fidds clings tighter as Stan goes to move him back. The yelling in his ear causes him to instinctively flinch and move back even more to escape the loud noise. This only causes Fidds' yelling and crying to get worse. He collapses on the floor and clings to Stan's legs, hugging him tight with a piercing, "NOOOOO!" followed by hysterical sobbing. At this point, Stan's panicking, too, his chest tight and throat constricting. He doesn't know what he did wrong, he doesn't even know what happened when he was gone, what made Fidds drop and get him in such a state.

     "Hey, Fella! Come on now, let's try to calm down, yeah?" Stan bends down, trying to get level with Fidds and get him to calm his crying and breathe. When soft cooing doesn't work, Stan doesn't know what else to do aside from grasp his shoulders and pull the taller man into him, gathering him in his arms-Fiddleford may be taller than Stan, but he's all gangly limbs-standing up and hobbling-he's still a full grown man-to the living room, collapsing on the armchair with Fidds, still sobbing, in his lap. Stan is torn up inside, listening to the other one cry feels like a rusted blade is tearing its way through his insides, he clings to Fiddleford just as hard as he's being clung to, almost hoping his presence and suffocating hug is enough to calm his Little Guy down, just enough so he can tell him what's eating at him, maybe then Stan can punch away anything that's hurt or scared Fidds.

     “Bubba…” Fidds whispered, his voice trembling. He clung to Stan’s shirt, his fingers gripping the fabric for dear life. The world around him faded, everything sharpening into a singular focus—Stan. Bubba. “You’re not-not gonna-not gonna leave me, right?” Panic seeped into his words, heavy and suffocating. "Please! Please don't leave me! Don' wanna be- a-alone anymore!" He begged, words jumped by his hiccups, clutching and burying himself in Stan's chest again-too scared to look into his eyes and see disgust or annoyance. He doesn't want his Bubba to be mad or annoyed at him, it's just-he chokes back a sob into a moan-panic stifling his breathing. He loves Stan so much, so much so that it hurts sometimes. And he knows rationally that Stan would say something if he wasn't happy, but he isn't rational, his thoughts just eat away and eat away at him sometimes. And this thought won't go away, and he wants it to go away! He doesn't want to think about not having Bubba no more, not being tucked in or-or read to anymore. The thought causes him to burst into another round of sobs.

     Stan's heart ached even more, his chest even tighter, at the sight before him. Was this what got Fidds in such a tizzy? The thought that he might abandon him? Stan would never do that, hell, he's lucky Fiddleford wants to stick around with him. He couldn't even bring himself to think of any situation that would make him turn away his Lil' Guy, the thought of that scenario is enough to make Stan's eyes sting and his breath hitch. He reached out, bringing his arms around the scrawny man on his lap and absolutely crushing him against him, nuzzling his head against the top of Fidds' head and pressing deep kisses on his hair. "Never." Stan's voice is rough with an emotion neither of them can name at that moment. "I'm not goin' anywhere, not without my Little Man, alright?" Fidds unburied his head from his Bubba's chest, laying it on his shoulder so he could nuzzle it in return-and so he can feel the breathing against his ear and match it. His chest hurts and his head feels dizzy from how hard he was crying and from how hard it was to breathe. "You can trust me when I say this," Stan clutches Fidds tighter, "unless there comes a day when you want to stop, I will never let you go. I promise you this, nothin' crossed, Fiddleford." Stan manages to get Fidds to lean back enough to look him in the eyes. To make his point.

     Fidds looks at Bubba, he's got his serious-serious face on. The face reserved for when something in his lab gets blown up when he's there. Fidds knows this means business, that he's serious, no fingers, toes, tongues, or eyes crossed. And that tickles Fidds more than anything, knowing his Bubba isn't crossing anything while making a promise to him, this means he has to keep the promise-those were the rules and his Bubba has never broken a promise rule. This is what calms his breathing down enough for him to get in those deep breaths his brain and body need, enough to collapse against Stan's warm chest while comforting and grounding hands stroke his hair. The grip of panic loosened ever so slightly, though he still clings to Stan's so tightly-scared of letting go.

Fidds knows these icky thoughts will come up again, but in this moment where he's being hugged and rocked so tightly by his Bubba? While his head is being kissed and such nice words are being whispered in his ears? Those thoughts seem like such a silly thing to worry about. He's not alone, not here at this moment. Not with Bubba.

[littlestardude]

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Dating Kyle HCs || Kyle Broflovski x Reader

✰ - SFW & NSFW - ✰

Summary: Kyle Bf HCs!

Note: I'm so in love with Kyle it's unreal, he's so pookie, college kiddos :)) also sorry for being SO slow with reqs :(( I unfortunately lose motivation very quickly, so by the time I start it by then end I'm just.,. Trudging thru 😔 I HAVE SOME KENJORINE I'VE BEEN TRYING TO GET OUT! BUT ARGHHHH, also some Stan bf headcanons

TW: Smut at the end

Gender: AFAB Gen!Neutral

✰ - SFW - ✰

I feel like sumtimes he'd be unintentionally possessive of you 😔

He can't help it, he feels like you're too perfect for him so he tries to keep you to himself

If you ever bring it up to him he'd feel rlly bad about it, and then tell you that

He's insecure, hold him :((

And when you do, tell him how pretty he is bcs

OMG HE'S SO PRETTY

He's literally the prettiest boy ever I'm gonna fucking sob

His curls are so vibrant, and coily and long, I could get lost playing in his hair forever

We already know he hid it before

But you were talking to your friends and he was somewhere in the vicinity and you were just like,

"HIS HAIR IS SO PRETTY I COULD CRY, AND HE HIDES IT :,(( I just wanna play with it all the time but I don't wanna like... Accidentally make him self-conscious or something :((("

He stopped wearing his hat as much after that.

You noticed it too and you weren't sure if he heard you but you were happy his hair was free

Also his eyes are so pretty

He could be so pissed and ranting and u could just be. Staring into his eyes and he'd be like,

"What are you looking at. "

"Your eyes are so pretty, Ky :)) "

He calmed down pretty quickly after that.

ALSO NICKNAMES.

The first time you used that nickname on him he. He melted. He turned so red like,

"W-what did you just call me"

He looked cute as hell tho :3

You started easing him into the nicknames and he got used to it, he even started using some nicknames for you too!!

He's so cute when he does to, because you can tell he's trying!

Sometimes when his temper gets really bad you just hold him to your chest and lay down and play with his hair, he calls down pretty quickly

And if you're in public you just bring him somewhere private and just hug him, and then you guys can walk around while you hold hands

He's not the biggest fan of PDA but likes holding your hand :))

But when he's in private he's all over you, just hugging and kissing you

He's not the best with words, at least words he says out loud bcs

He does poetry! Actual good poetry!

But he loves just hugging you, he likes you on top of him because the pressure feels nice

He's got autism! And he's got that unintentional autistic rizz, if yknow what I mean

Sometimes he'll just say something, you'll just stare at him and blush like crazy and he's just like,

"What'd I say"

You just stare bcs theres no words left...

Very unintentionally blunt as well

You two enjoy silent company a lot! esp Kyle

Sometimes his friends and family and school just get too overwhelming, so he'll just ask you to come over while he does his homework and sometimes you'll do yours and you guys just get to be close 🥰

There's been some times when... Yknow what I'll save it for the NSFW part :3

He's definitely a cat person and you guys would look forward to getting a cat together! Maybe 2 :)))

He really is a well intentioned person, he's just so sweet :((

I feel like this poor boy got SO nervous to meet your parents

Like, y'all went to a restaurant together and he dressed all fancy and was just. So awkward

He worries so much about what to say that he ends up speaking like a robot, and then would randomly follow it with awkward laughter 💀

He was so embarrassed 😭 but you cuddled him and told him it was fine

And you later got a text from your parents saying he was a good guy! Bcs he is!

He's so cat boy too like... When he just needs to recharge he just hobbles over to you and just. Flops.

Doesnt matter what you're doing, because now you're cuddling Kyle.

It's cute tho, because he's definitely learned how to recognize when he needs a break from college work

Bonus points if you play with his hair and kiss him all over 🥰

You guys used to, keyword, used to. Play games together, he would try so hard not to get competitive about it ,but let's just say you both said some things about each other's mothers, and it's just been awhile since you've played.

He likes sharing his music with you! And let's just say you were surprised to find out he was a The Cure fan, you just wouldn't expect it from his dorky self!

But they're one of the few artists he can freely stim to

You guys will listen to loud music together just to scream the lyrics bcs, MAN sometimes u just wanna scream, yknow?

He only likes to sing stuff he can scream, if it's something that requires vocal control he's outta there

But you heard him sing normally one time and he was so cute ☹️❤❤ he was cleaning around his dorm and had his headphones on and you arrive without him noticing and you just heard him singing his lil tune in his soft voice... Dead on the spot, there were no survivors.

Eventually learns that when partners complain about things he just has to listen, he's too logical and learnt the hard way that you just want to vent rather than actually solve the problem

✰ - NSFW - ✰

So, "studying"?

The "both" of you were focusing on homework, just Kyle really. He was at his desk and he seemed to be focusing, he looked so intense. You found yourself staring at him for awhile, you just couldn't help it. You check the time on your phone.

"He has time." , you thought to yourself.

You closed the book you had stopped paying attention to 20 minutes ago and faced his turned back. You carefully tiptoed over and gave his back a tap, he turned around, still looking at his book and papers.

"Yeah, what's up? ", he said, not really paying attention.

You carefully grabbed his chin and turned his face toward you, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

"Kyleeee, I'm bored, can't we do something else? " you whined.

"I'm sorry, y/n but I really have to finish these assignments..."

You pulled out your phone and showed him the time and date.

"But Kyleee, you still have a few days before you need to finish them, I know you like to finish them before they're due but can't you take a little break? For some fun at least? ", you speaking the last words in a suggestive tone made him turn red, he seemed to be contemplating it but he had already made up his mind.

"Alright then, come here, " he sat you down on his lap and began kissing you. The both of your lips meshing together, slowly becoming more filled with passion.

"Do you wanna stay here or move to your bed? "

"Anything beats sitting in this chair... ", he picked you up and set you on the bed, not before stretching his back and cracking it, " that felt so good... I hate that fucking chair, man, "

He laid back down on the bed and continued kissing you, you slowly positioned yourself on top of him. He was so distracted, he didn't even notice.

You were about to take off your shirt, but we're stopped.

"What's wrong, Ky? "

"C-Can you keep the shirt on? I like seeing you in my clothes... "

The shirt in question was an oversized shirt he let you borrow after sleeping over the night prior.

You kissed him and smiled softly, "Okay, Kyle... I'll keep it on, but if I can't take off anything else I'll go crazy... " you laughed a bit and he laughed with you.

"Don't worry, I won't stop you anymore... "

"Good, " even before you finished speaking you shifted both of your legs to the side of him to easily take off the boxers he'd also lent you. You moved back and began kissing him again, this time with more heat than before.

As the two of your lips clashed together you began to gently palm at his hardening member, and as you did he let out a shakey breath.

You positioned yourself right above and began grinding into him, the two of you softly moaning into each other's kisses. He slowly traced his hand over your thigh and gave it a squeeze, a squeeze that would get increasingly tighter the more you played with him.

You could tell he was getting antsy with the way he squeezed your thigh so you figured it was finally time to set him free. You moved you hand to the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down, his hard cock springing free. The cold air down there made him grimace, but was soon changed as you slowly parted yourself on it.

You both fell out of the kiss as you two moaned as you slid down, your already dripping pussy making it easy to. It took a few moments until you were down at his base; his size was always something you had to adjust to.

Just as you were about to start moving his eagerness got the better of him and grabbed now the both of your thighs and moved you up and down. You moaned loudly at the sudden friction and bounced along with his help.

The two of you were moaning messes, which only increased the faster you moved. You once again found his lips in a hungry kiss, the room becoming much quieter when you did as you muffled each other's moans.

"Y-Y/N, I'm.. Ngh... Close, " he moaned out, you were barely able to form words and just breathlessly told him you were too.

The speed increased and you were seeing stars, which you saw more of as he placed his thumb on your clit and started to rub it.

The two of you quickly finished after that.

Kyle's confidence during sex has improved MASSIVELY

The first time y'all did it, he had NO clue what to do

He was so scared about where to put his hands, or if he grabbed you in the wrong place, especially if he grabbed too tightly

It also took you guys awhile to eventually lead up to it, the second Kyle felt it getting too heated he'd gently pull you off

You actually started to worry that he didn't like you anymore the more he did it

You asked him why he always did it and he, as red as his hair, told you he was a virgin and was too scared, and that he wouldn't know what to do

You softened on him and told him that you didn't care he was a virgin and that you would lead him the whole way

You two did it soon after. :p

Once he eventually gets the hang of everything he's good. So fucking good.

Definitely a switch but leans more towards sub

You find his hands so fucking attractive because they're so perfect,,, and pale,, and long

You love him fingering you because he reaches SO far and you're just on the highway to heaven 😍

Also as shown before, he's VERY vocal and he's so cute when he moans and whimpers...

It's something he DEF tried to hide but you were not letting him get away with it

Has a bit of a mommy kink tbh

Sometime dabbles into a bit of a breeding kink... 😗

Kyle 🤝 Kenny

Having beautiful, milky thighs

The first time you sucked him off you were just mesmerized with his thighs... Can u tell I like men's thighs 😔

Pull his hair please!

You've probably pegged him once or twice ngl... :3

[woobiedoovo]

AYO DO Urm... have any more thoughts about erm ,....... pregnant stan . hehe .. -journal420

Hello Journal420!!! Yes, I have many more thoughts about pregnant Stan.

So, Stan honestly really enjoys being pregnant. Mainly because of how much Ford panders to him during the time. He mentions how his feet hurt, Ford is already peeling off Stan’s shoes to give him a foot massage. Stan mentions a craving he has at 3 a.m. ? Ford is marching to the nearest convenience store, eager to get Stan whatever he needed.

Of course there are plenty of things Stan doesn’t enjoy. His weight, something he’s always been insecure about, has skyrocketed. It makes sense, of course. It happens when you’re pregnant, but no matter how many times Ford explains to Stan that it’s completely natural and it’s actually healthy, Stan feels embarrassed by it. Ford on the other hand LOVES Stan’s weight gain. His love for big hairy men is something the Stancest community talks about all the time and I heavily subscribe to that belief.

Ford thinks Stan looks absolutely beautiful. His skin is glowing, he looks happier and happier everytime the babies move, and Ford just can’t help but fall a little more in love with Stan everytime he goes on a rant about how pricey baby supplies are.

When the twins are born, Stan and Ford are over the moon. Stan is crying, Ford is crying, the babies are crying, everyone is crying.

They name them Evangeline (Ford’s pick) and Elodie (Stan’s pick). Then they all live happily ever after!

(This is making me think about Stan having to breast feed… 👀)

Now I know what all of you were REALLY waiting, so here’s some kinky stuff :)

Ford 100% has a breeding kink. This is his dream scenario come true, and he lets Stan know that every time they have sex. Which is a lot more often now that Stan is pregnant because his hormones are going wild.

(Ford is just always horny for Stan, so it’s a win/win situation for him!)

He refers to himself as “Daddy,” and Stan as “Mommy,” much to Stan’s displeasure. But it’s hard to complain when you’re being fucked within an inch of your life by your horndog brother.

Stan is able to completely embrace his pillow princess behavior and just lay down and take it.

While Ford is rutting into him like a madman, Stan gets to lay on his back, hips supported with pillows, and enjoy the ride.

Ford makes it his mission to get Stan to see how beautiful he is, so he makes Stan repeat compliments to himself.

“Say how handsome you look, Stanley.”

“Aw, come on Sixer. Let’s not do this right now.”

“Say it Stanley.”

“I look… handsome, I guess.”

“Don’t worry Lee, I’ll just make you say it again until you believe it.”

If Stan’s not crying then Ford isn’t done. He needs his gruff baby brother overwhelmed with love to the point of tears.

[chillinglyadventurous]

Ford Comforting You Drabble

TW: Trauma? Major character death mentioned.

This has been sitting in my drafts for a few days. I need to clear out some space so I don’t get overwhelmed. Again, this is something wrote half asleep, as most of my fics are. Apart from Spooktober. Those get my full attention.

Please let me know if anyone would be interested in a full fic based on an OC I’ve had in mind for a while.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Ford soothed when he found you.

You’d been crying all afternoon. Everything was just too much all at once. After the last summer with Bill and Weirdmegeddon, you knew you weren’t okay. You’d lost it a bit when the kids went back to California. You lost it even more when Stan and Ford got on the Stan O’ War II last year. You had fallen in love with Ford before Weirdmegeddon began. He’d fallen for you too, but he insisted, and you encouraged, that he needed to rebuild his relationship with Stan.

Now, he was back. You were so happy. The lifeline you depended on to help you manage the nightmares that scarred you after last summer was back. You had comforted each other back then. While he was away, he and Stan called every chance that they could, but it was never enough because the nightmares still woke up.

So, you stopped sleeping. Your nightmares didn’t consist of the events of Weirdmegeddon. You didn’t remember most of it anyways. You were captured by Bill goons quickly, bait for Ford. He turned you to stone and placed you on a pedestal, a prize for Ford to receive once he joined Bill.

Though your nightmares consisted of mainly Bill Cipher, they focused on Stan. You had this horrible feeling in the pit of your stomach every time Stan had done something out of character. So, your dreams consisted of Bill not actually being gone, possessing Stanley and the only way to get rid of him was to kill Stan. Those dreams haunted you.

The dream you had when you dozed off in Stan’s recliner that afternoon had been particularly nasty. You had dreamt that you had come home to the Shack after a long day at the office. All you wanted to do was sit with the kids, your love, and Stan to watch Ducktective. When you walked through the door, the whole house was quiet. You called out, but no one answered you. As you searched, your scream had echoed through the hallways when you found Dipper, Mabel, and Ford slaughtered in the attic. That was when you saw Stan smiling over them. His eyes were yellow, pupils elongated as Bills laughter boomed around the room.

“Talk to me,” Ford whispered. He kissed you on the top of your head. He kissed your cheek and nose. He kissed your tears right off of your face, “Same dream?”

You could only nod in response. Your breathing was ragged as you sniffled. You couldn’t really breathe, on the verge of a panic attack. You had told Ford about this dream, as you had it before, when he was sailing with Stan. He knew it well, having the same dream himself.

He didn’t even need to offer you comfort because you took it without hesitation. Throwing your arms around his neck, “I can’t deal with this anymore.”

[itsdingdong]

Come Home To Me -Drabble

Pairing: Jungkook x girlfriend!reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Suggestive, Profanity

Word Count:: 1990

A.N: I didn’t specify her occupation. She’s a career woman. Unedited, I might come back to it, wrote it on a whim.

Song: come home to me by Justin Bieber

"I'm home," your boyfriend announces his arrival. It's your last night together before he heads off to serve in the military. It's been a rough few weeks for both of you, especially for him. You know he's not ready to leave, especially at the peak of his career. Not only that, but his career consumed so much time that spending moments with loved ones became a rare luxury. He never had separation anxiety, yet here he is, struggling to leave everything behind for two years.

He left for the gym a little over an hour ago. Deep down, both of you knew he'd rather have stayed and done nothing and everything with you. Sadly, the uneasiness became overwhelming, visibly making him look shaky and pale. You suggested he go out and blow off some steam, and he left to try that.

"I'm gonna take a shower. I'm so sweaty."

"Yeah, okay."

And there's tension. You know it's not personal, but it makes you nervous anyway. You're undeniably going to miss him a lot. No, you don't show it to him because he's already in a vulnerable state. He's been trying to make the best of his solo era before he's rid of one of the craziest highs one gets – fame. You know he's not ready to leave all that behind. How you see it is that it's a learning curve and a point in his life for him to grow and mature. That's what the military does to boys. They take a leap into becoming a man. That's one of the pros you can see. You're as obliged to wait as he is to go, so you stopped whining about it as soon as you found out about the enlistment. He needs your support more than ever, so that's what you're giving him, period. Maybe it was one of the things that gave girlfriends the wife material quality – who knows?

With both of your hectic schedules, it was hard enough to spend much quality time together. When you did, it was the utmost best. Those times made the whole deal worth it. Two tired people in need of love and compassion met in an unusual place and easily fell in love as literal soulmates. Soulmates with little to no time to spend. You just wanted to support him as much as you could. It wasn't like you were never going to see him during the service time, but you'd very much rather have him come home to you, even if it's just to spend the night in bed, sleeping.

Your chest has been squeezed tight since a couple of days back. You watched the V-Live he'd done while you were away, and you weren't happy about it. People wouldn't leave him alone with their uncalled-for negativity when he was extremely generous with his limited time to make people who supported him happy. From stans accusing him of abandoning Bam, his baby, to them following him around – which he got a scolding from you for showing his address.

He's a strong man, one of the toughest you've met. And he manages to stay kind, humble, and polite. Now, shit like this doesn't faze him usually, but nowadays, you're in awe to see how clueless and selfish people could be. They may not see it, but he gets hurt, and they are not the ones to pick up the pieces. And with that mindset, they wouldn't have been able to even if they tried. Despite everything, he did a final live to fulfill his promise. That alone shows how huge his heart is and how much he cares.

When done showering and changing into his sweats, Jungkook quietly joins you in the living room, a towel in his hand, drying up his shaved head. A small smile forms on your lips just by the sight of him. Damn, you're so in love with this man.

"Hey," he says as he drops himself down next to you on the couch.

"Hey," you say softly. His eyes look into yours for a moment, then they drop to the ground. He still looks sad, all puffy from crying too. "Come here. Please." He pats his chest, signaling you to hug him. Seriously, you don't need to be told twice. When you wrap your arms around his neck, he leans back, making you lie on top of him. You stay like that for a minute. Then 2. Then 10. Until you both fall asleep. It's a 20-minute nap before you feel him shuffle under you. You're so comfortable and peaceful in your current position to move or open your eyes; you just stay like that.

"I will miss you so much." The words come out as a shaky whisper. "I really don't want to go." His arms tighten around your figure. You don't want him to go either. It's on the list of things not to say to him.

"I know. I will miss you too, but I promise it'll pass in the blink of an eye."

He shakes his head before resting it on yours. All you want to do is cheer him up and give him all the hope you can for the following 18 months. To make him feel and know that everything will be okay. He's a mess, and you just want to rid him of all the upsetting emotions he's feeling right now. If only you could take his pain and stress away.

"We will all be waiting for you. I will visit you whenever I can. And I'll see you when you're home." If I'm here. You don't add that detail either. It's possible to miss him on his free days depending on your schedule, but he knows that already, and it's not worth mentioning at this very moment.

"I'll go see Bam as much as I can. I'll take photos of him. I know they will too. I'll make sure to visit your parents too." You finally raise yourself to look at his beautiful eyes. The well of tears brimming in them completely shatters your heart.

"I love you." He croaks, trying really hard to keep himself from breaking down. Though you wish he would if he needed to, but you wait and reply, "I love you more."

"That's impossible." He sighs into your neck, making you shiver slightly.

"Agree to love equally then?" You suggest playfully.

"Deal."

There's a brief comfortable silence after that. Your mind quiets down as you enjoy his warmth and strong arms around you. Eyes closed, you listen to his heartbeats as well as his breathing. Thankful to have him.

"Do you think I'll be forgotten when I'm gone? 2 years isn't a short time." He breaks the silence. His words slightly anger you because you know that it's impossible and you really hate it when he gets insecure like that when he has absolutely no reason to. But you know, no matter what, his worries are valid, always.

"Of course not. Who could forget such a gorgeous, talented, wonderful, funny, and caring man like you? I couldn't. Even if you weren't mine, you'd have definitely left an impact. And obviously you did because, like, ARMY, you know? Besides, you're really hot, if I do say so myself. Who could forget this face?" He smiles at your encouraging words as they warm his heart.

"I don't think I'm hot right now."

“Oh baby, how wrong you are. You look so hot even if you don’t feel like it.”

“I think I’m going to cry.”

“Sure, I’ll cry with you.”

“What? No, don’t cry. I’ll cry even more.”

“It’s okay to cry. I know you’re struggling, I’m here for you baby. I would prefer if you weren’t in such distress but if you are, let’s go through it. Together.”

Your words move him. He knows he’s loved. By millions and by the people he cares for the most. You? You’re different. You love him so honestly and care for him thoroughly, he can’t help but to feel extra grateful for your existence. He’s usually a grateful person but you make him thank whoever out there that’s hearing him a little more often. He knows you’re the one he’ll spend what’s left of his lifetime with. He’d marry you in a beat if it weren’t for your no marriage till babies rule. Which he’s okay with. But still, you just have to say the word and he’ll take you to the courthouse. You come second to his mother in terms of peace and comfort he can find in one but he’s okay with you switching spots when the time comes. You’re the safest thing that’s ever happened to him in such a dangerous world.

“You will wait for me, right? 2 years is a long time. What if you met someone?” You appreciate his honesty. Him being vocal about his fears. You appreciate that he doesn’t hide from you. All you wish is for those fears to vanish. There’s no way you’re leaving him. Ever.

“I will wait for you as long as you want me to.”

“I will always want you to.”

“Good. We have a deal then.”

-

“It’s almost 11, shall we go to bed? It’s going to be a long day tomorrow.” You suggest. He - technically you too - will have to wake up early. His parents were coming from Busan early in the morning to send him off.

“I’m not sleepy. Fuck, how am I going to fix my sleep routine, it’s seriously messed up.”

“I can’t think of a better place than the military for it.”

He pauses then laughs as it finally dawns on him. “How come I didn’t think of that?”

“You’re so out of it Jay Kay.”

“Mm, yeah. But I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.”

“Yup. Definitely. Also, we don’t have to sleep just yet.”

“Oh yeah?”

“I thought we’d cuddle a little.”

It’s probably what you’re going to miss the most in his absence at home: his cuddles,

“And a one last ‘see ya’ fuck before I leave?” Wiggling his eyebrows, he looks at you with a glint of mischief and lust in his doe eyes.

Maybe that too. God, he seriously has no shame… he was crying just now this little shit.

To that, you can’t help but to tease, “When you put it like that, I guess I’ll pass.”

“Babyy, please. You got me all excited and stuff.”

He’s cute. A cute guy that makes you smile. Always. Even now you are smiling.

His pouty lips look so plump and kissable. You’re so used to seeing the ring there, that it feels weird now that it’s gone. “It’s a good luck, ‘I love you’ and a please be well fuck.”

“Mm yes, talk dirty to me.”

But you don’t do that tonight when your bodies are wrapped under the sheets. Instead, you just affirm and make love to him like you want to make sure he feels all the love you want to give. Maybe for the first time in weeks, he falls into a serene sleep, snuggled into your chest.

-

“It’s time to go.” You hear someone yell. Time does fly whenever you wish it doesn’t. But it still does fly when you wish it does. You just need to allow it. Your heart squeezes a little but you try to breathe through it. He’ll be okay.

“Take care of yourself. Don’t get cold. Call me whenever you can.”

“I will do all that. I promise. I love you.”

“I love you. I’ll wait for you to come home to me.”

“I’ll come running, baby. Trust me.” He brings you in for a hug and gives you the quickest kiss allowed before turning away to say his goodbyes to his family.

You can’t wait for him to return but as he’s away, you wish him the best and in your heart pray that everything will be okay.

[cantgetworsethanthistbh]

Ford is Not used to being dependant on someone as an adult - especially since Stan isn't dependant on him At All in return. It's gotta be doing weird things to his neurons, he would probably sit like a dog if Stan told him to, he is pathetic amounts of in love with him this is past partner in crime he's his hero, his guide, his Muse, his god, Ford is in a really weird headspace

OOOH i love this version of stancest sm. i know this is likely about the little ford au but i also just love this kind of stancest in regular sea grunkles and kills me. so much of stancest (and tbh just in their canon dynamic) is stan nipping at ford's feet and following ford's lead even their sea grunkles era. a lot of darker stancest always infers with ford being obssesive and controlling too and usually stan lets it, because hey thats their dynamic and its better than nothing.

but the opposite has SO much potentil. ford following stans lead. to think of ford realizing that he's way WAY out of his depth and that he needs stan way more than stan needs him now?? maybe he ALWAYS needed stan more than stan needs him?? after all, what did ford say about how stan wouldve been able to see through bill's tricks?? if they were together, the apocalypse wouldve never happened...

ford would think he's so lost now, lost without any purpose now that bill is defeated and he doesnt want the fame anymore either now that he knows his chase for it is what made him lose his brother, so he feels SO empty. except hes not. theres stan. stan whos strong, brilliant, charming and the most selfless hero ford would ever know.

ford wants to protect him so much but another day of stan saving his ass from a monster they were investigating (because he got too curious again) and ford thinks he could never EVER measure up to the way stan protects him, loves him, cherishes him and takes care of him. it makes ford feel awful, unworthy of this love after he promised he'd do anything to earn back that second chance stan too gracefully gave him. he can't fathom the idea of stan finally wisening up and leaving him even if its no less than he really deserves, because what else will he have anymore if he doesnt have his best friend, his hero, his true muse? it'll fester in his mind, growing and growing and growing, and he shoves it down deeper and deeper as much as he can.

but one night, one bottle and a million inhibitions thrown over the railing of the stan o war, he'll finally break when stan smiles at him while they sit on the deck, looking so happy when that makes no sense.

stan deserves the world, the entire galaxies, and ford can't give them to him at that very moment. he'll start crying, overwhelmed with how much he loves stan and how stan deserves the best— one ford has to grudgingly admit isnt him.

"woah, woah, sixer," stan interrupts worriedly, face falling. "what's wrong? come on, we arent even that drunk yet."

the joking tone makes ford feel worse, because how could stan stop smiling because of him and still try to make ford feel better? "i'm sorry," ford chokes. "stan, god, i'm so sorry."

"stanford," stan says placatingly. ford understands that stan understands too, that this isn't about the alcohol, or about crying out of nowhere. his hands cup ford's face, so large and warm, like a place where ford could hide his face forever with the depths os his shame and stan might even let him. that breaks ford even more. "hey come on, bro, s'okay..."

"don't leave me."

"i'm not leaving you, your big brain knows that."

you should, ford thinks but will never say, because he can't. "i can't lose you again," ford whispers with shaky breath. "i w-wouldn't know what to do with myself—"

"ford—"

"— because you're so brilliant, and brave, and good—"

"�� i guess but—"

"—you're so good stan," ford interrupts whatever faux preening stan was going to do. his brother doesnt believe him, and ford practically crawls into his space.

"you are so, so good. you are so good and you don't even realize, i—" ford's breath hitches. "i don't even know how i could ever repay you..."

"pff, alright," stan scoffs, looking away, cheeks bright red and smile unconvincing. "jeez ford, you really are drunk." he laughs, his shoulders stiff and unmoving. "like what, are you trying to suck my dick?"

"is that what you want?"

stans eyes snap back to him, wide and full of shock.

"what?"

"is that what you want me to do?"

"no, ford– i'm not–"

"stan," ford says, reaching his hand now to cup stan's face, and god he's just as much of a perfect fit in ford's as he was in stan's. stan is so much bigger and better than anyone else, but with his own extra finger he just might be fit for ford. "stan, it's okay. whatever you want, whatever you need, i'll do it. for you."

sort of something like that. i really really like to think of a slightly toxic, but like in the "its toxic and also the healthiest way this dynamic can really go about" ending where ford tries to overcompensate to stan with sex and romance and stan is relunctant at first but seeing just how willing ford actually is really starts getting into the whole dom/sub— which fulfills some purpose for ford AND he gets to have stan come all over him so its kind of a huge win on all fronts

[beatificallytrash]

HC: how the losers are there for each other

Mike:

• The one they go to for comfort. When they need peace or just need a long warm hug.

• Doesn’t force them to tell him anything, will see they need comfort and just give it.

• Will create a comfort zone for them and not let anyone disturb it. Keeps the losers favorite snacks and movies stocked for this reason.

• A remedy for their overthinking.

• Knows how to read their body language extremely well.

• When they’ve had a bad day or need an escape they’ll go to Mike where he always welcomes them with open arms and a soft smile. 

Stan:

• The one they go to to talk and be listened to.

• Helps work through their issues. Therapist friend.

• Calm in the midst of their chaos.

•Has the ability read and understand their emotions and thought processes to best help them.

• Best to calm down panic attacks or mental breakdowns.

• Helps them cope with life.

• Not the most comforting but most understanding. 

• Passes reality checks out like candy while also gentle parenting (“Okay, let’s break down why that is the absolute dumbest decision you could make.”)

• Will barge in his room and flop onto his bed with a sigh ("Stan, I feel like I want to jump off a cliff rn." "Same, but let's dissect that.")

Bill:

•The one they go to feel safe.

• When they are scared and lost they trust Bill will guide them out of danger and darkness.

• VERY protective over them. Has and will resort to violence for them if necessary.

• But still has a very gentle and calming presence.

• Will either stop them from being reckless or go do it with them.

• “Who did this to you?” energy mixed with golden retriever.

• Keeps window cracked open and phone on full volume when he sleeps in case one of them need a safe place to stay or has a late night emergency. 

• Says "Everything will be alright, I got you" and they will believe him because they trust him completely.

Richie:

• The one they go to when they want to forget something or be cheered up.

• Type of friend that will do anything to make them laugh even at his own expense. 

• Will embarrass himself to save the others from embarrassment or to just get a smile.

• Feeds into their delusions and embraces their weirdness.

• Down for basically anything.

• TMI doesn't exist for him.

• Indulges their most dramatic and first-world problems.

• Can yap with him for hours about the most niche and absurd topics.

• Shows them how to not take life so serious because he is the definition of unserious.

Ben:

• The one they go to for help and fix problems (practical, personal, literally anything).

• Will drop everything to help his friends.

• Very knowledgeable and gives gentle wise advice.

• Helps first asks questions later.

• NEVER judges or embarrasses them. Just unconditional acceptance and love.

• Can truly come to him with ANYTHING. They need help with a resume? Need a study partner/tutor? Taxes? Flat tire ? Having an existential crisis? Hiding a dead body? Ben is there and ready to help with the same earnest no matter how big or small the issue is.

• They’re personal google (He rarely doesn’t know an answer).

Bev:

• The one they go to have fun/distract themselves.

• When they need a partner in crime. Will help them with vengeance.

• Helps them release built up emotions. (“You’re angry? Okay let’s go smash some shit.”“Overwhelmed? Let’s go on a drive to clear your head.”)

• Big sister/cool aunt vibes.

• One they go to when they don’t know what to wear.

• Gives great advice because she's probably made the same mistake before as they have.

• VERY affectionate. Hugs and forehead/cheek kisses are always expected from her.

• Makes them feel brave.

Eddie:

• The one they go to to vent and get out intense feelings.

• Will go through the emotions with them. Cry when they cry. Get mad and rant with them. Get excited when they are.

• Doesn’t try to problem solve just will be there with them through it when they’re most hurt or anxious.

• First to cuss a bitch out for them. 

• Knows how to hype them up and boost their confidence.

• Honest and will tell them harsh truths.

• They’re personal WebMD (“Eddie my heads been hurting all day help me.” “Well, you’re either dehydrated or you have a brain tumor. So, I hope you’ve had plenty water today.”)

• Aggressive mom friend (“I brought you a coat cause you always fucking forget!” “Why tf aren’t you wearing sunscreen!?” “Your stomach hurts? Okay I have tums, ib profen, pemto bismal…”)

• The movie making him a risk analyst makes sense because that’s what he is for them (“Yeah I’m like 95% certain that will definitely kill you.” *To Richie mostly*)

[strawberryshortcake1495]

NWHS through Mabel’s POV 🩷

Before I knew it, we were all floating in the air. It felt so weird. It took me a few seconds to notice a large wire wrapped around my foot, keeping me in place. My eyes dart around the room and I see my brother, Dipper, holding onto the wall for support. “Dipper!” I cry out, our eyes locked on eachother. “Mabel, hurry! Shut it down!” He shouts. By some miracle, my foot had wriggled itself free and with a second thought, my hands grip the wire and I start pulling myself towards the red button. “NO!” I hear my Grunkle Stan’s voice. I grab onto the lever that the button was attached to and I wrap my body around it for a second before allowing the anti-gravity to take hold of my lower half again. “Mabel, Mabel, wait- STOP!!!” I turn my head to see Stan making his way towards me, but suddenly, Soos tackles him and they both go flying. I try to make out what they’re saying, but both men were already too far away for me. However, my eyes remain locked onto them when Dipper suddenly joined the fight. His force pushes them just a little closer to me. “Mabel, press the red button! Shut it down!” Dipper yells at me. “No, you can’t! You’ve gotta trust me!” Stan says, pushing him down. The tension is too overwhelming for me. I felt so scared. “Grunkle Stan…I don’t even know if you’re my Grunkle.” I say, squeezing my eyes shut as the tears flow out of them and into the air. “I wanna believe you but-“ My voice breaks. “Then listen to me. Remember this morning when I said I wanted to tell you guys something?” Stan says. The timer has already reached 20. A large gust of- some kind of portal wind pushes all three of my loved ones against the wall. They all land painfully whilst I watch, holding onto that lever as if it were my lifeline, because it really was. I try to pull myself together. Button…yes! Press! I raise my fist, my eyes glaring at the gleaming red button. It seemed like the button stared right back at me. Suddenly, Stan says something that causes me to look up at him. “I wanted to say that you’re gonna hear some bad things about me, and some of them are true; but trust me, everything I’ve worked for, everything I care about, it’s all for this family.” Then Dipper speaks up. “Mabel, what if he’s lying? This thing could destroy the universe! Listen to your head!” Hearing this, my eyes linger back to the giant swirling portal in front of me. So much noise echoed from it, it felt so loud but also…alive. “Look into my eyes, Mabel!” Stan cries out. I do so without hesitation. “YOU REALLY THINK I’M A BAD GUY?!” He sounded so desperate. “HE’S LYING! SHUT IT DOWN NOW!” Dipper screams. “MABEL, PLEASE!” Stan shrieked. The timer started audibly counting down from ten. My eyes squeeze shut, and my hand hovers over the button. It was all too much. I didn’t know who to believe, what was real or not, and I only had 10 measly seconds to figure it all out before the portal made the choice for me. I then open my eyes again, and I see my Grunkle’s sad pitiful eyes staring back at me. He was so desperate, so scared. It had to be for a reason. What if I were to press the button? Would everything just go back to normal? Dipper would be happy, but Stan- what if Stan really was my Grunkle? And I had just betrayed his trust. He just looked so sad, it just- it was just too much for me to bear. I couldn’t do it. I’m sorry, Dipper. I said in my head, knowing what I was about to do next. “Grunkle Stan…” I muttered out. I only had 5 seconds left. I knew there was no turning back. I pull my hand away from the button and allow the anti-gravity to pull me into its airy embrace. My eyes were squeezed shut. “I trust you.” The words flow out of my mouth like music.

“MABEL, ARE YOU CRAZY?! WE’RE ALL GONNA-“ Those were the last words I heard from my brother before a bright light engulfed us all. As it did, my eyes snapped open as I heard everyone screaming…including myself.

[sugar-omi]

hi! im just here to say how much i love and adore cove. he's the sweetest little thing and he deserves the world. and a good breastfeeding handjob 🥰 been thinking about this forever like cmon hes a canonical tits > ass man so u def know this would make him cum in like 3 secs. he deserves it!

he'll be so overwhelmed by the feeling of your soft tits in his mouth, your hand gently stroking his hard, weeping cock and the cooing sound of your voice - praising him *just right* and saying his name in such a way his thighs shake from pleasure. his whimpers and groans muffled as he continues to lovingly suck your nipples like the *good* boy he is.

you'll definitely feel it when he's about to cum, because his mouth on your swollen nipples will start to become more desperate, his teeth starting to graze and nip at them and you *moan* at the sudden roughness. he was careful not to bite or use his teeth before - he didn't wanna hurt you! but right now his brain is all mush and he feels drunk off of the pleasure. he just wants to fucking cum. all over your hand. all over your beautiful tits. cum deep inside you even. god, please just let him cum.

then you cry out as you feel him bite harshly on your abused nipple. his eyes roll back to his head, his whole body trembles and he lets out a muffled high pitched whine as he finally cums, spurts of his hot jizz coating your hand and even his stomach as he bucks his hips trying to ride out his orgasm. moments later, he reluctantly removes himself from your tit with a wet pop, licking both nubs gently as a silent apology. his breathing hoarse and heavy. poor baby forgot he needs to breathe to live <3

actually, both you and him don't even have time to catch your breath before he pounces on you and strips your panties off, his greedy mouth already on your needy sopping pussy. he wants to thank you so, *so* much for the reward you gave him. he doesn't admit that this is just another selfish reward for himself.

so yeah, anyone up for giving our sweet covey a breastfeeding handjob as well? <3

-jus another horny cove stan 💕

GOD I'VE THOUGHT ABT THIS BEFORE....

i know maybe it's kinda cringe, idk, i find that position weird sometimes. but it's so cove. he loves your tits and your hands on him, loves your hands around his dick working him up to orgasm before you pull away.. denying him again and again before you finally let him finish...

and of course he has to eat you out after!! you took so good care of him, and you're so turned on from getting him off.. all his reactions and moans, the way his cock jumps in your hand and leaks pre all over your fists...

puts your legs over his shoulders and holds your thighs against either side of his head. he wants to feel the way your legs tremble and shake while he greedily drinks up the slick pooling between your legs.. rutting his cock against the mattress because how could he not get turned on by the sight of you squirming and moaning loudly on his tongue and fingers, your hands playing with your chest. (if your chest wasn't sensitive before, it is now. he sucks on your nipples far too often for that to not be the case.)

god i know the sex goes crazy after all this buildup...

[stanfiction-withsoos]

kind of obsessed w your conjoined stans au, esp the horror aspect and the adjustment period after the surgery. I know Stanley cries a lot, mourning the loss of his individuality and privacy. The realization that from now on, he'll never have a moment alone. Ford will always be with him. He missed his brother, but this is overwhelming. And even so, he takes a sort of sick comfort in knowing that Ford wants him so badly that he'd stitch them together like this. How does Ford react to Stan's grief? It's hard to imagine he doesn't know why Stanley is crying - though Ford can be pretty dense at times. He waited so long for this, to bring them back together - it has to break his heart seeing Stanley so miserable at first.

Also, a side question: can they kiss? Or are their heads not able to turn enough? Maybe just barely, but it's just a bit too much of a strain to be worth it?

HELLO DOOD!!

stan cries often, but doesnt tell ford about his grief, atleast when hes still grieving. for stan, his mind is the only thing he has left, and he'd rather not share his sensitive thoughts with the guy who mutilated him. ford always stops whatever they're doing to comfort stan because, in the end, he genuinely loves his brother and he'd be damned if he didnt help.

i'd imagine that, some years later when stans used to being conjoined and hes generally fine with it, he'd joke about how he used to grieve his individuality and ford would BREAK. oh he'd feel so awful... then stan has to be the one to comfort him hehe

they could probably kiss, though it'd be... not the easiest? they're connected at the collarbone, so theoretically, they could turn their heads to kiss eachother on the lips, though it'd be uncomfortable. try turning your head as far to the right as you can and then try to tilt it around. not the most comfortable!

they'd be more comfortable kissing eachother on the cheek or just kissing eachothers hands. tbh i think the hand kissing is the one they prefer, esp with fords polydactyly (they both have a hand kink you cannot convince me otherwise)

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You and Us - CHAPTER 4

Pairing : Sebastian Stan x Reader x Bucky

Warning : 18+, MINOR DNI, fluff, angst

A/N : I wanted the chapter to be longer and to contain smut, but I didn't want to make you wait any longer. Also, I thought it would be great to cut the chapter at this moment. I hope you'll love it ! The chapter isn't beta read and English isn't my first language, so do not hesitate to tell me if there are grammar mistakes.

You were pacing in front of the elevator, waiting for Bucky to arrive. He called two hours ago to tell you he and Sam were fine  and that they would be there in the afternoon. The news brought a wave of relief, overwhelming you.

The thought of going to Sebastian to talk with him while waiting for Bucky had crossed your mind. However, you didn't want to disturb him, still feeling guilty about what happened with Steve earlier this morning. After that, he locked himself in his room and hasn't come out of it since. And Steve wasn't answering your messages.

The sounds of the elevator startled you. Your heart started to beat faster and missed a beat when Bucky emerged. You jumped in his arms as he dropped his backpack to catch you. Scents of cedar wood, plums and cologne enveloped you. He was back. He was safe. 

Tears of joy and relief started to prickle your eyes. "I'm here now, dragostea mea. I'm not leaving you." He whispered sweet words while caressing your hair and holding you a little tighter.

Minutes passed as none of you wanted to let go of the other. At some point, Bucky moved, brushing the tears away from your face with his thumbs. "Hey, it's okay," he softly said. "I'm safe, and I'm sorry you got so scared. I promise I'm gonna make it up to you tonight." A smirk appeared on his face, making you laugh. "But first, I have to make my report to Fury. Wanna come with me?"

You took his hand, following him to the elevator and to Fury's office. On your way, you talked a little bit about what happened this past week.

"I left Sam with Steve before joining you", Bucky started. "Steve quickly explained what happened. So, if I understood, Hydra captured your favourite actor instead of me?"

"That's right. I was relieved when I saw it wasn't you that they captured, but also terrified because we had no news from Sam and you."

"He also said that Sebastian might have tried to get closer to you," he seemed nervous. Bucky still thought that he didn't deserve you, but he didn't want to lose you. 

"We just both couldn't sleep and we talked. I just started to cry while talking about you and he tried to comfort me. His hand just stayed on my face… probably too long, and Steve thought he was trying to kiss me. But that's it. Nothing else happened."

Bucky stopped, now facing you. "Are you… Do you like him? I mean, do you want to be with him?"

"What? Oh my God, Bucky no! I promise you nothing happened. He is nice, and honestly he looks a lot like you, that's insane. But he is not you. I want you Bucky, and no one else. I love you."

"I love you too. But I'm still gonna have a talk with him." He put a kiss on your forehead and you entered Nick Fury's office.

"Are you still angry?" you asked Steve as you were both waiting for Bucky and Sam to finish reporting to Fury. It had only been five minutes, but those were only silent. And it started to make you uncomfortable. 

"At that Sebastian? Yes. Less than this morning, but still. We don't know him and he starts to hit on you. I don't like that."

"Thank you," you said. Surprise was visible on his face. "For protecting me. It means a lot to me." Steve hugged you and you could feel that he was feeling better. Sam being back might help too.

"I'm glad Sam is back," he said, echoing your thoughts. "I'm going to tell him how I feel tonight. And I hope it’ll end in bed." You chuckled, knowing that Bucky and you were having the same plan.

Suddenly, the door of the office opened. It was Fury: "Come in, you both. »

You sat next to Bucky and Steve next to Sam. « The information Captain Rogers and Agent Y/L/N brought back during their last mission are very valuable. They’re going to help take down Hydra. I’m going to send a team, but I also want to know if you’re all willing to participate. Especially Sergeant Barnes. With your past with them, I would understand if you’re not interested. »

« No, I’m fine. I’ll do it. When do we leave? »

« In two days. » 

Two days. For Christmas. And he said yes.

You couldn't believe he agreed without any hesitation. Without taking into account how you felt when you didn't know if he was safe. Without talking about it to you. It was as if time stopped. 

Fear was closing its fingers on you again, suffocating you. You couldn't go through what you'd just been through again. Disappointment gripping your heart, you got up and left. It was then that a flood of questions came over you. Was he mad at you? Does he still love you? Did he meet someone?

Bucky followed you and stopped you in the middle of the hallway. When he saw your red eyes, he tried to get closer to you but you didn't let him, feeling guilty the second after when you saw the hurt on his face. 

"Please, baby, you have to understand, I have to go." He gently took your hands in his. "What they have done to Sebastian, to me… they could do it to other people. I have to stop them."

"No, you don't." Your voice was breaking. You've been through so much, you fought all your life. Why can't you just stop for once. It���s like you want to risk your life or suffer. You deserve to have some rest too, you know?" 

It was silent as you stared at each other. It had started snowing and if it continued all night, New-York would be covered in snow in no time. This was supposed to be a perfect time. You would have enjoyed Christmas together, exchanging gifts. Have a romantic Christmas Eve. But if Bucky left for another mission…

"Don't go, please…" you begged him.

"I'm sorry, I have to." You removed your hands from his, and when he tried to hold you back, you just said: "I think I need to be alone and sleep a little."

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[skyewritesstuff]

all too well (stan's version)

my masterlist.

entry 3 in my (taylor’s version) songfic series.

summary:  you said if we had been closer in age maybe it would've been fine...and that made me want to die.

pairing: post-covid!stan marsh x younger!reader

fandom: south park

warnings:  oh god. toxic relationship. toxic age-gap relationship (20s/50s). domestic violence (throwing things). language. afab reader.

notes: based on all too well (10 minute version), the song and the short film, by taylor swift. this has been beta read, and fun fact, this is the first fic i've written that got a perfect score in grammarly. it has been beta read. :)

word count: 2.9k

“If we had been closer in age maybe it would’ve been fine.”

That was the moment that set you off. It was like a match was lit and dropped into a brush pile doused in kerosene. It simultaneously made you want to rip your skin from your bones and scream in agony, but also retaliate towards the older man standing in front of you…so that’s exactly what you did.

“You burned down your family’s farm. You killed your sister and your mom, and you ruined your own life just like you fucking ruined me! You told me you loved me. You took my virginity. You told me you wanted to marry me and now you’re saying our ages are a problem? That’s bullshit, Stan and you know it.”

“Fuck you. Fuck you. Get the fuck out of my house. We’re done. Go find you some guy your age that can drink to tolerate your batshit crazy ass, because my body has built too high of a tolerance to even be able to get buzzed enough to be around you. I’d rather go back to using my hand on the nightly basis than listen to you scream and cry at me like a fucking kid.”

You held it together despite internally wanting to crumble. You wanted to fall to your knees and sob and beg him to stay and beg him to love you, because despite everything, you still loved him.

“Fine.” You walked over to the counter and grabbed your belongings and your keys before turning to head out of the door. You then turned around and faced him, “That’s the funny part about all of this, Stan. My age is a problem now? Cool, fine, because you know what? Years will pass and I’ll get older…but your little girlfriends, side pieces, and fuckbuddies? They’ll all stay my age.”

With that, you walked out and slammed the door, heading to your car and exiting his driveway quicker than you’d ever pulled out of a location in your life. You tried to hold your tears in as you drove, but they started quickly pouring out and didn’t stop until you found yourself sitting on the floor of the shower in your apartment hours later

The water falling from the shower head had started running cold a long while ago. You couldn’t tell if you were still shaking from the tears or from the cold drops that fell onto your bare skin, but you pulled your knees in closer to your chest as you sat there overwhelmed by everything. This wasn’t your first fight with Stan. Things were never fully stable. He’d gotten mad at you when you asked him why he dropped your hand and stepped in front of you when a tall woman with black hair and glasses approached him at the class reunion that he’d invited you to.

“You dropped my fucking hand! What am I supposed to do with that?”

“I didn’t even fucking notice. What are you talking about I ‘dropped your hand’?” 

You shuddered again at the memory as it kept playing on in your mind as if you couldn’t shut it off even though you desperately wanted to.

“They are all older than me.”

“But like, what are you talking about?”

“I feel so out of place. You’re the only one that makes people comfortable.”

“You’re making this about you.”

“They won’t even look at me!”

You finally mustered up the strength to stand up, get out of the shower, and wrap yourself in a towel. It was removed the moment you dried off enough to put on your pajamas, consisting of one of Stan’s t-shirts and a pair of athletic shorts. Your heart ached as the cotton fabric went over your head and onto your body, hanging loosely on your frame.

You hadn’t even bothered to tell anyone what’d happened. You hadn’t from the start, so why start now. Your friends would be sympathetic and supportive, but you also knew of some friends, but more so family, that would be telling you ‘I told you so’. 

Your mother had warned you from the beginning, telling you that he had no business being with someone that was young enough to be his daughter regardless of whether or not you were both consenting adults, which had been your main defense all along. He was able to connect with your dad on sports, alcohol, and music and had even made the connection that they might have played each other in football in high school. That thought made you feel a little uncomfortable, but it wasn’t enough for you to see the concerns that even your dad silently harbored about this relationship.

You shook your head, drying the ends of your hair with a towel before curing up to lay down on your side, feeling ashamed and embarrassed that you’d even let this go on for as long as you had. There were so many signs and you’d missed them all, wearing what you could only describe as rose tinted glasses to see the world through the lens of the hope of true love.

You stayed on your side, curled up, until you glanced at the alarm clock to see the time. It was then that you were brought back to a few months prior, naked and curled up on your side in his bed as he pulled you into his chest. You felt dirty and ashamed. It was one thing for you to use your body to stop an argument and to pose a distraction from harsh words and glass bottles being thrown around, but it was another for him to go along with it. You wanted him to not take you up on your offer, coming to you with the proposition to talk about the problem at hand instead of just fucking to forget. The memory made you feel sick to your stomach…they all did.

The only thing that hurt worse than the bad memories were the ones that radiated any glimmer of hope into the spiral of your relationship. You baked cookies together at one in the morning all because you just wanted to. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you mixed the ingredients and got them prepared and hoisted you onto the counter to kiss you while you waited for the oven timer to go off. He told you all about his childhood…from his friends to the farm…information you’d never think of sharing, let alone weaponizing. You told him about yours and how you’d always dreamed of falling madly in love, getting married, and having children as to drop some kind of hint to him. He told you he loved you not even a week later when he’d come over to spend the evening with you, but the kiss that followed tasted of whiskey, planting the seed of doubt in your heart that you’d work hard to push back down every time you said those three words to him.

The good did not outweigh the bad, but your mind couldn’t wrap around the idea that someone could be that kind only to be so cruel. How could someone love you and then destroy you with such simplicity? Unless, they never loved you at all. You shook your head, trying to shake the thought out of the forefront of your mind. That could never be the case, but what if it was?

You were jarred from your thoughts by the sound of not knocking, but pounding on your door. You jumped, unsettled by the noise. You walked to the door, peering through the peephole only to see Stan standing on your doormat, partially slumped over on the door, using his closed fist to pound on the door. He apologized, begging you to answer the door through slurred words all because he loves you and he made a mistake.

You opened the door and Stan all but fell inside, stumbling and grabbing a hold of a coat rack and your arm. Several items fell off of the coat rack as he picked himself up. You rolled your eyes watching him scramble to pick them up out of the floor, almost falling again.

“Just leave it.” You replied coldly.

“N-No, I did this…I fucked it up like I fuck up everything else.” he handed you a beanie and a hoodie and you took it into your arms with a deep sigh of frustration.

His hand landed on a red knit infinity scarf. He picked it up and took a good look at it. “You had this on when we went to see Shelley and mom. I-It matched the flowers.”

You took a hard swallow, pursing your lips, “Yeah…” Your mind went back to the red carnations Stan placed on his sister and his mother’s graves that day. Regardless of his behavior, you couldn’t help but pity him when it came to his family. It was a tragedy and there wasn’t anyone that could deny that.

Once you hung the articles back on the rack, you turned to Stan, who was leaning on the wall for support. He was more than obviously drunk, per usual. You cursed the availability of self-driving cars, but you doubt deep-down that his drunken state would’ve kept him from getting behind the wheel to try and keep you entrapped considering it was something that would ultimately benefit him. Despite his self-deprecating behaviors, Stan was the love of his own life. He was his own number one and there was no one that could knock him out of that position short of the bottle.

You crossed your arms over your chest, “What do you want, Stanley? You told me to get out of your house and that we were done.”

“I-I know…but…I couldn’t…I couldn’t let you leave. I love you, Y/N. I love you and need you, baby.” he slurred, reaching for you. You took a step back and rolled your eyes as he continued, “Alexa told me I needed to stay away from you, but I just can’t. I can’t do that. She told me to stay away from ‘that little girl’ and to find someone my own age, but I told her that you’re a woman and you’re mature. It’s fine. You know that, right? I’m not…I’m not worried about your age.”

You blinked, perplexed by his statements considering what he’d said earlier, “I don’t even know how to respond to that.”

“Remember when Kyle said he didn’t know I had a daughter, but it wasn’t my daughter, it was you?”

“Yeah, and I remember your other friend stopping me at the bar telling me I needed to run too.”

The whole reunion felt like a fever dream, but the comments made by Kyle, as well as the man at the bar…a taller man with dark hair and tanned skin who was holding the hand of his husband who also looked at you with deep concern etched onto his features…stuck with you. You knew by their impact that you shouldn’t have let them go, but instead, you forced them to the back of your mind every time they’d reappear. You’d remind yourself that these people no longer knew Stan, because it’d been decades since their school years. The presence of a freshly twenty-something year old on the arm of a fifty-year old was everything an outsider needed to know about Stan Marsh.

“That’s a good idea…let’s run…let’s go to Vegas…let’s get married. I love you and I want you to stay with me.” he begged, this time dropping to his knees.

“Get up, Stan. This is ridiculous.” You said, extending a hand to help him up. He stood back up and walked closer towards you, putting his hands on your waist. Tears were welled up in his eyes and his face was flushed. You couldn’t tell if this was from the heat of the whiskey, emotion, or his history of having a sensitive stomach in times of high stress.

“I'm so sorry.” He leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours. His lips lingered near yours and your chest tightened. Your love for the man in front of you was doing its best to fight off the anger and sorrow you were feeling as if you hadn’t been down this road before. This was a normal occurrence even if it wasn’t in the presence of a potential break up. Every fight ended like this. He’d get drunk, apologize, kiss you, fuck you, and then wake up the next day hungover. The fight would be long since forgotten.

“I can’t do this, Stan.” Your voice cracked, “I love you, but I can’t do this.”

“But you love me.”

“Sometimes love isn’t enough.” You spoke plainly, gently putting your hands on his chest to slowly push him away. Your stomach turned a little, knowing his past history of violence. He’d never hit you, but any nearby object was fair game to be tossed through the air in your general direction. You didn’t trust him not to hit you, and that should’ve been another red flag, but it also went ignored.

“But…”

“You took my virginity when we were both drunk. You lied about my age at the reunion until someone told you there was no way I was almost thirty. You’re basically unemployed. You drink all day and half-ass your job to the point where you lose clients quicker than you make money.” The more you spoke, the more the anger began to rise as you recalled all of the things you’d been ignoring for so long, “You’ve thrown full glass bottles of whiskey at me. You’ve thrown long neck bottles, shot glasses…basically anything you can drink your sorrows away in has been thrown my way on top of your phone, my fucking water bottle…anything with weight to it. You ruined my twenty-first by not showing up to my party and blacking out drunk in your own fucking bedroom, which made my parents hate you…”

“Your parents love me!” The rest of your points going ignored again.

“You really are oblivious as fuck, aren’t you? I’m dying inside, Stan. I can’t fucking doing this anymore. You have ruined me and I don’t know if I’ll ever be myself again. You said if we had been closer in age maybe it would’ve been fine…but I don’t even think you could hold a relationship with someone your own age. If Wendy wasn’t married, you would’ve left me that night and moved on to ruin her too…but I don’t think she would’ve given you the opportunity…because admittedly, she’s not young and fucking stupid like me.” You pursed your lips, taking a breath, “You couldn’t manipulate her the way you do me…the way you did me…because we’re done, Stanley.”

He looked at you, eyes glazed over, his brain taking longer to process what you’d said due to his state of intoxication.

“I loved you and I tried to be there for you. I tried to create a safe space, because fuck, no one’s done it for you for the last fifty some years and I thought you deserved it…but you just took advantage of it.” You said, shaking your head, “I hope one day you find everything you’re missing. I hope you go to rehab, because you need it. I hope you make peace with your father, because you need that too.”

“Fuck Randy. I fucking hate Randy. He’s…”

“He’s your dad and sure he’s fucked up over the years, but it’s not like you’re some saint either. You both have made mistakes. Go to therapy, get your shit together, and go find happiness…with someone who isn’t me…and is closer to your own age.” 

Tears had started to stream down your face rapidly and you hadn’t noticed. He stepped closer and reached up to wipe your tears away. You shook your head, reaching up to wipe them off yourself.

“I’ll go with you out to your car and program it to take you back home, but after that, I don’t want to see you ever again.”

“You don’t mean that.”

You nodded, “I do…and I’d normally say that I’m sorry, but I really don’t think I am.”

“I thought we were made for each other.” he paused, “Maybe another time…in another life?”

You shrugged. The sentiment was nice. It was pleasant to think about, but it was sadly not a reality. It was doubtful that your lives would ever cross again and it was unlikely that he’d change. In another life, maybe, but that wasn’t something you were even sure existed.

“I don’t know, Stan.” You said, wrapping your arms around your midriff.

“I love you.”

You didn’t say anything. You opened the door and motioned for him to follow you. On your way out, the red of the scarf hanging from the coat rack caught your eye. For a brief second, your hand reached up to take it, debating on dropping the knit accessory in the back seat of his car. You knew that this would just enable Stan to try and contact you again and begin this cycle in a never-ending loop like the article of clothing itself.

You wordlessly followed Stan to his car, programming it to drive him back to his home before helping him into his seat and closing the door. You backed up, watching the car start to pull out of the lot and head down the street as he exited your life for good.

It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well…