#randy writes shit

[phone-kisser]

REQ FOR @urthwing

Heads up I might not be great at writing these two, I've read a LOT of davesport fics and I swear they all make then act differently so I'm gonna make them act how I think they'd act because IM the one writing it and YOU'RE not (who am I beefing with no one's tryna stop me) anyway Jack is probably gonna act a LOT like ne and I'm sticking with that

There will be ZERO freaky because I hate writing freaky shit

It's gonna be in Jack's pov, like he's.... narrating as he goes along..... because I'm him and he's me and we are one. Oh and also because I like it better that way

So since the request was for them being in VEGAS the setting is gonna be a hotel. Because. Where the fuck else are they gonna sleep. Yk

ANYWAY I THINK IM OVEREXPLAINING TOO MUCH LET'S JUST GET TO THE DAMN STORY HAHAGHH. SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADIEU (is that how you spell it?? Adieu.....) HERE YOU GO

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We (Me. And Dave. Obviously.) just got a few nights at a crummy little hotel someplace in Vegas. Yay!

We've been here for a few days now, I think. It's been fucking insane. We gambled away all our tokens. I don't think the people we were playing against were too happy that we were using faz-tokens instead of actual money...

But hey, we finally got a real place to sleep instead of a dirty mattress Dave found in an alley. (Why did I agree to that???)

We walk into the room, and other than the fact that it's only got one bed, it's not too shabby. Though, I don't know how fun it'd be to share a bed with this purple shitstain, so I offer to sleep on the floor. Honestly seems like a better option.

He doesn't seem to think so.

"Why would you do that when there's a perfectly good bed right here? C'mon, sportsy, it's not like I have over ten diseases."

"...Y'know, that kinda makes me think you have over ten diseases."

"Don't be silly!!! I'm healthy. Sorta."

Yes. About as healthy as a dead possum. This does not seem like a great idea.

"Don't you think sleeping in the same bed is kinda gay??"

"Nah, not if we're both wearing socks!! Plus, it's not like we're gonna fuck or anything. It's just sleepin'!"

"...Yeah, okay... Fine, I'll sleep in the damn bed."

That seems to make him much too happy. I don't like that.

The bed is decently comfortable, for a shitty hotel room. And no roaches! Score! That deserves at least a three star review.

We lay down, (don't worry, we're both wearing socks) getting comfortable. Luckily it's a queen-sized bed, so we don't have to be too close.

Or so I thought.

Dave is very close. Like, uncomfortably close. Cuddling-level close. Why are we cuddling. What is happening.

"Dave, what are you doing??"

"Sleeping. Duh."

"No, dumbass... Why are you so incredibly close to me."

"Oh. It's cold, Old Sport!!! You're warm. It's like penguins huddling during storms 'n shit."

Now, normally, I think I'd shove him off of the bed and leave him on the floor.

...But right now I don't really feel the urge to do that.

"...Okay."

What is this purple dumbass doing to me?

"Goodnight, sportsy."

"Night, Dave."

THE END. IM DONE.

Sleepy time....

I HOPE THIS IS GOOD... IM SLEEP DEPRIVED..... But it was fun to write and reminded me how much I like writing. And davesport. PLEEEEAAAAASSSSSEEEEE give me more writing requests in the future I love writing even if it's not the best work in the world its really fun

[bensonsknuckles]

has anyone else thought about a rock star x groupie ranson au,,, the deeply skewed power dynamic… randy pining over benson - his teenage idol and the man whose music kept him alive for years - and benson, who is depressed and jaded and desperate for new inspiration after years on the road, finding this young, unhealthily obsessed fan and just devouring him.

[spacedlexi]

twdg s4 really gave us an adorable wlw romance for the main character about building a home and a family where the two antagonists are an evil woman who she was partially cared for by as a child and her girlfriends fucked up not-exactly-ex girlfriend who wants her dead (who has been manipulated by Evil Woman and they are character foils) AND its written by a gay woman and its fucking CRICKETS!!!!! i dont understand !!!!!!!

[veritas-scribblings]

illegal - @moonwater-microfic - words: 735 | trying my hand at a different pairing cos @deathnguts's moonwater posts keep appearing on my feed | apologies for the essay in the tags | writing this was more fun than I thought it would be | [warnings: self-loathing, some implied internalised homophobia, if teenage boys were werewolves]

In the days leading up to the full moon, Remus feels it in his bones like a thousand hair-thin needles boring into him. The scent that lingers in the hallways. That has invaded the library and spread through the potions lab and lives in the wood and the stone. The scent that beckons to something dark and perversely primal in Remus.

He feels it penetrating his skin. The itch of it travelling through his gut. And sometimes, shamefully, lower and lower. It grows and grows until he feels full, almost bloated with it.

“You right there, mate?”

Remus cringes and grabs his bag and clutches it to his chest with a grip he’s surprised hasn’t crushed it to dust. James, for all his teenage boy-ness, can be annoyingly perceptive. Sometimes he gives Remus this sad, concerned look that implies he knows Remus has been staring where he should damned well not be staring.

Across the Great Hall at the boy with the head of curly black hair who’s always buried in a book. The one that travels with a damned impenetrable attaché that includes one Bartemius Crouch Junior with the (according to Sirius Black) “perfectly punchable face”.

If Remus has learnt anything about Slytherins, it’s that they’re fiercely territorial (and occasionally violent). And none more so than the attaché Regulus comes with, like Regulus is some sort of diplomat. Or prince, even.

Remus knows territorial. He knows it, because the wolf in him feels it in its soul. For his books. For his clothes. For his dormitory. For his friends.

Remus has learnt to channel this. To, for the most part, redirect those unnatural urges that centre themselves around his friends the closer and closer he gets to the full moon.

But those Slytherins. They wear territorial with pride, and Remus just knows that he will never be able to cross the boundaries they’ve so meticulously carved out alive. Or, at least, in one piece with all of his limbs attached where they should be.

“Thought you were going to meet me at the library?” Lily dumps her bag onto the grass next to where James and Sirius are laid ‘soaking up the sun’, according to Sirius.

“The library?” Sirius scoffs. “The library for what?”

“Not you, Black. Not everything’s about you.” Lily rolls her eyes and kicks Remus in the shin when he doesn’t acknowledge her. “Remus. Our study date?”

“Nonsense. I am the gravitational centre of this Earth, I’ll have you know.” Sirius flashes Lily an easy grin that everyone knows will roll off her like water. “Just ask McGonagall. Everything’s about me.”

“You know she was being sardonic when she said that…”

Remus can smell it again coming from across the lake, stronger and more distinct than any other scent around them: vanilla-ish, cinnamon-y and a touch Earthy, nutty. It shoots straight through him and hits him so hard in his groin that he has to pull his bag into his lap with a flush of shame.

Of course it does.

Of course it does.

And of course Regulus is there again surrounded by his friends (he’s always surrounded by his friends). Remus recognises the smell before he recognises the outline of him and the movements of his body that have a decidedly “child of the House Black” beauty and grace to them.

Only, Remus reminds himself, he would never go there. He would never try; he doesn’t need the humiliation.

And he would never break Sirius’s trust, no matter the dreams that plague him around the full moon. The things he does to himself to stave off the hunger when he wakes with every nerve in his body feral and inflamed. Not only because Sirius is a friend—a friend that Remus never, in his wildest imagination, could have ever possibly thought he’d be able to dream into reality—but also because Sirius has a reckless, terrifying fierceness about him. Sirius Black does not bear darkness or traitors lightly. And he’s made that more than clear to the world.

Remus just doesn’t know what’s worse. That he likes a boy. That the coming of the full moon fills him with filthy, lustful thoughts and urges for said boy. That said boy is Regulus Black.

Or that it’s really just a matter of time before his friends find out that his condition is not just a fun rollick in the forest once a month…

…but is something darker and much, much worse…

…and Remus finds himself alone again.

[plaidpajamallama]

That fact that there is NO Randy X Rhea fics is crazy!

Like he said “Daddy back” and no one has seen the vision? I’m not crazy right? Like it’s not just me y’all see the vision right?

That is a face of a man that gonna make her regret her decision later I’m sorry!

[ants-personal]

struck with idk what a version of randy that in fact did not feel bad about the third grade honestly is alot meaner colder and violent then he lets on with his boy like charm. Does Not put up with chris and his antics threatens him in back rooms no believes him of course. He makes a comment about benson clearly being into him his creepy redneck stalker ends up with him getting his ass beat in the lot by benson but turns out randy is really into that and well he was making fun of but he likes that bensons so interested in him because he's interested in benson all quiet and mysterious at work there has to be something bigger and darker hiding under there. He pokes and prods presses hard for answers benson doesnt want to give get smacked around for it bites back just as hard and benson realizes that he may have actually found someone more beyond saving then him but the danger is fun they can keep eachother leashed and ...maybe no one else gets hurt cross bridges when they get to them

[rubbleinrainbows]

can anyone tell me why all the passenger fics are actual masterpieces and so well written ? why all de lit majors writing stockholm syndrome gay slash

[livfastdieyoung69]

A LEGEND’S RETURN

(Husband!Randy Orton x Partner!Y/N)

They came at separate times so as to not alarm anyone, including their new, and once again co-workers. A sweatshirt covered their figure and the wrestling gear beneath, a staff uniform hiding their face along with their identity from other wrestlers, young and full of ambition, who wandered the halls.

It was happening. Of course, they had known so for many months prior but to be in the act, every step moving them closer to that one movement of pushing the curtain aside and stepping out onto the platform, music, and pyro, and fans jumping out of their seats, screaming in surprise and disbelief that they were back. Y/N L/N was back.

And for it to be their favorite pay-per-view of the year, besides Wrestlemania, of course, they were so grateful for. But to be able to experience it, side-by-side, with their husband, they would forever be thankful.

Y/N and Randy had met through wrestling, both rising to fame early on in their career in WWE, each known for their methodical attack method on their opponent and their ability to slowly bring their rival to the mat, shoulders down and to the finishing count of one two three, without them even noticing. Considering their same in-ring approach, they were paired together quite often, and in turn forced to spend many hours together.

Their partnership through work turned into a partnership through life, quickly developing deeper, and more passionate than either of the two believed they would ever be able to hold. Though their relationship was known to the public and quite obvious, both were seen as legends- each on their own, and together.

The crowd often shouted for the team to reunite or even just for Y/N in general, seeing as Randy had been in the company for a strong 15 years with no sight of stopping anytime soon but Y/N had unfortunately faced an injury, bad enough to almost threaten their life, and more indefinitely threaten their in ring ability.

But finally, after four years of physical therapy and continuous training, followed up by more training with the hopes of coming back and not having ring rust, they were back into smelly locker rooms so many others had been in before, possibly even them, jumping on their toes and shaking the anticipation from their hands with a energy they had missed for quite some time.

A soft knock rung on the wooden door, barely audible to those in and outside before the wood inched open a foot's width, a shiny, black wrestling boot peaking through before the face of the Legend Killer himself, a look of assurance and excitement set on his face at the sight of his partner back in their wrestling gear after so long.

A grin covered his face while he moved to sit in front of Y/N who continued their pacing, even at the sight of their very sweaty husband, who had just retained his title once again. His match had been shortly after another smaller one which preceded the mens’ Royal Rumble, leading Y/N to the realization that after a short promo, the women’s Royal Rumble would be starting and then finally, coming in at number 13, much like they had done many years before, and the temporary leave of one of WWE’s most loved superstars was forever ended.

Though even Randy’s presence would always, and (most of the time) indefinitely bring a sense of calm to Y/N it didn’t seem to do much at the moment. Their pacing was forced to come to a halt when Randy grabbed a hold of their shoulder, fingers gently feathering over their collarbone. Knowing no words would be able to cure their anxiousness, he pulled them in close with a kiss to the forehead while his hands were quick to find the curve of their lower back.

“What if they don’t remember me?” Though the words were whispered, the tension in them passed through the room as if they were shouted, maybe even screamed with enough intensity to break glass yet no one outside of the perimeters of the milimeteres between the two were able to hear it, muffled by the warm skin and dripping sweat of Randy’s shoulder.

“They were chanting for you last week baby, they know you and they absolutely want you back so don’t even think about that.” His rough but affectionately spoken words were hard to understand as well, neither wanting to end their physical contact. A strangled explanation tried to leave Y/N, but they weren’t able to express their worries so instead let out a frustrated sigh.

“You know they love you. I literally had to compete with the amount of love they had for you when we first got together N/N, I cannot even express to you how much they love you. How much I love you.” After a scoff from the receiving end of such sweet comments, Y/N decided it was time to part ways with their husbands shoulder.

‘Okay, enough with the mushy shit, I have to finish getting ready and then I gotta head to the gorilla.” Uncomfortable at Randy’s declaration of love, just like they always were, they pushed the subject forward much to the disappointment of his love for teasing them. After quickly finishing the final touches of their outfit and waiting in the small, concrete room for a special-made knock on the door from Triple H or Stephanie, two of the only people who knew about Y/N’s return.

Only twenty minutes of conversation seemed like forever, the lovers always able to get lost in each other no matter the circumstances, each of their ability to find joy, and laughter in their soulmate impeccable.

Knock, knock….knock.

Conversation was lost, and the sense of tingling appearing to the tips of fingers. A quick breath sucked into Y/N’s lungs along with a rush of energy and nervousness they had shortly lost.

“Guess it's time then, hm?” Randy’s question broke through the silence that had filled the cement room earning a hum of approvement, the sound echoing into the cold, empty room.

With a push of a door, and their husband following shortly behind, Y/N made their way into the crowded hallway with a confident stride, earning shocked stares because not only was Y/N L/N’s there, but they were in the same building as them, the same hallway as them, only feet away from them, and not only that but, Y/N L/N was in wrestling gear and the crowd was counting down, no other superstars in sight. Y/N L/N’s was back and they were witnessing it, firsthand.

Five!

Another anxious breath left them, tempted to once again start pacing feet away from the curtain that would bring them back into the WWE universe as their hangs began to ring together.

Four!

Y/N spun around, taking a quick look at the many screens and producers, the other superstars staring on in awe, at their husband, and the World Heavyweight Championship belt still around his waist, reminding them of their own success with the unfortunately abandoned Hardcore Title, and the Women's Championship Title.

Three!

At the thought of all of their accomplishments, made in independence and with the love of their life by their side, their small smile turned into a grin, the thought of how much they had longed to be back in the ring and how it was finally happening, their dream for the past four years finally coming true, nightmares of failing their fans and themselves never to return again.

Two!

Randy’s hand wrapped around the back of their neck, roughly pulling a surprised Y/N in for a passionate kiss from behind them, sending the both of them into a playful laughter, a whisper confined to the two of them even in the crowded room leaving Y/N.

“I’m back, baby. I’m back.”

One!

And they can..they can tell us we’re crazy, and we can say, well you haven’t seen anything yet.

The arena had never been louder, not in its 21 years of life, not in football games, not in screaming concerts with fans and musicians louder than life itself, not when Sheamus won his second back-to-back Royal Rumble that night, but for them. Because they were Y/N L/N, and they were back.

i kinda like this one yall ngl and yes i did use the ballad of the sleazy rider for an entrance again its just too good, ALSO this is at the 2013 royal rumble so were just gonna pretend thre was a womens royal rumble then too

also this took me way to long and i have 69 followers teehee

requested by the lovely @thedoveesquire mwah!

i think im gonna close requests for a lil bit and work on the ones i do have and then work on bones body soul and rnd for a lil :/

[quinnxsocials]

GOOD GIRL,GONE BAD

PART 01 ;

THE BEGINNING OF THE OBSESSION

part 1 of THE MASTERLIST

Gianna was always into Billy Loomis, he was her first love. Even though they never dated she really loved him like they were married, she never admitted her feelings to him but she did tell Tatum and Sidney. And a few months after that low and behold Sidney and Billy were a thing, that’s when Gianna grew resentment for Sid even though she was one of her “best friends” she betrayed her. Gianna would never let her know about how she felt she wouldn’t let anyone know, she was utterly depressed. She secretly was going through many mental problems and would experience panic attacks, she just wanted to be loved. Fit in. Her own brother never hung out with her, now Tatum was closer with Sidney and she had nobody close. Gianna would eventually start harming herself as a coping method, yes she had everything she ever wanted. The smarts, the looks, but never a shoulder to cry on. Nobody genuinely would look back and see how bad it truly was with the war inside her mind. Until, eventually Stu would find her blades in her room and see her scars, that’s when he started to care a bit. But after that there was no care in the world for her.

{FLASHBACK}

Gianna had gotten home late from cheer practice and when she walked in her room she then found Stu sitting on the bed looking up at her confused. She turned her head a bit and saw the box of her blades, she knew what happened and closed the door behind her in a rush. “Why. Did you go through my stuff.” Gianna whispered and turned her head, “No why are you doing this to yourself!” Stu yelled and lifted up her sleeve to find multiple scars going up her arm, He was in pure shock witnessing Gianna’s arm. He’s never seen anything like this, “Gianna.” He said closing his eyes with an angry face trying to calm down, “What is going on with you.” He spoke looking up, tears were in his eyes. “I-..” Gianna would try to speak but nothing would come out to explain, she was so used to being quiet so that’s all she did. Stared at him until she broke down crying and covered her face with her hands that’s when she finally spoke, “It’s so hard being alive Stu. After what my best friend did to me it’s been so hard to rely on anyone for anything, everyone just stopped caring about me and only cared for my looks or for how smart I am so they can use my answers on a test. What else would I do after being so alone, this is my only escape.” Gianna was overwhelmed and hyperventilating. She was having a panic attack,”Hey, Gianna Calm down!” Stu yelled and hugged her. “It’s okay. It’s okay shh.” He held her close for the first time in years, “And what did Sidney do to you. Tell me now.” He spoke again angrily, “She… uhm.. I don’t wanna..” Gianna would try to say it but she didn’t want her brother to know of her feelings for his BEST FRIEND. Stu nodded and finally pulled away, “Don’t do this anymore. I find this again and I’ll tell mom and dad.” He whispered and grabbed the box of blades, he opened the door and looked back once before closing it behind him. Gianna laid down in a ball and cried until she fell asleep.

{PRESENT}

Gianna had figured out her brother’s interest in slasher films, she had felt a bit closer to him since the incident but she wanted to be really close like they used to be. So she decided to start watching some films, she went to the video store Randy worked at and asked him for some crazy slasher films he could recommend. “Hey Randy, can you like you know.. recommend any movies like slasher films to me?” She said looking at him place some movies in shelves, “Gianna, oh shit yea I do. But you’re not into those movies? What changed?” He replied looking at her in shock. “Oh I don’t know, just interested recently. Could you help?” She said smiling and looking at him, “Yeah here these are some intense ones. Especially Carrie. A classic!” Randy hands her the movies and takes her to the cashier counter he rings her up, “Here.” Gianna hands him $50 but he laughs. “Oh we’re cheap here. $5.” She feels embarrassed but laughs it off and buys the movies. “Thanks again Randy!” She says before walking out and getting in her car driving home.

After watching all the horror films she began obsessed, she wrote down notes of the film and the things they did to hide their identities. She loved it. She wanted to live it out. She wanted to feel their blood splattered on her face, her sanity was shattering day by day buying more slasher films and writing notes. After a month of intense notes and films, she had a plan on how she would kill people. Especially Sidney Prescott. She knew that Sidney was a smart girl but with her plan Sidney’s brain wouldn’t work properly with all her mind games. This new obsession with bloodshed and gore made her insane, she was always looking for something to satisfy this thirst. The satisfaction would be killing. Though she had to rely on someone to lean on when things went wrong, so she blackmailed Randy. You may think she never knew of her brother’s killings but she spied on him and Billy and discovered their secret life. She wanted to be just like him, kill people. When he was killing the principal she stole two costumes for her and Randy, and it was the day she convinced him to join her.

Gianna arrived at Randy’s house after school when she walked with him, once they got into the house she waited until they got into his room and closed the door. “You’re gonna help me, you’re gonna help me kill people. And especially your beloved Sidney. And if you don’t, I’ll tell everyone what happened that one night.” She spoke with a knife in her hands and he turned around in shock, “Gianna.. what has gotten into you? Are you serious!” He whisper yelled and sighed shaking his head “the movies maybe? No. I don’t know it’s just this thirst for blood won’t go away and especially watching Sidney suffer for her backstabbing behavior.” She replied shrugging and Randy nodded “Alright, I’ll help you okay? Please calm down.” He replied and she smirked, “Great! I got us costumes!” She twirled and pulled out the extra ghost face costumes. “Alright…” he says before she pulls out her notes involving the plan.

[secret-origins-crossover]

SECRET QUARTET UPDATES

I was waiting impatiently for the poll to finish and dare I say, I have never been more excited for the next part- especially because this is set after the first installation. Now, one thing I'm sure all of you are curious about: can ghosts be stanked?

Much like what I said about Akumas, no- this simply isn't possible for, well, a few reasons but that will come later, so you'll just have to wait! (as for halfas, the answer to that question is also being left ambiguous-)

This does mean that whatever happens in the next part won’t be involving ghosts being affected by the Sorcerer’s magic- now whether ghosts exist inside Norrisville, well, we’ll just have to see won’t we? I do like to think ghosts aren't a common phenomenon everywhere because of other reasons

For now, these are my current forming ideas. Either Danny ends up in Norrisville somehow (which would be partially dependent on the timeline-), or Randy is sent to Amity Park as a result of... other reasons. This is a bare minimum draft to say the least and I have some stuff that will be included immediately and the rest will be added in as the series continues!

I will say that Danny’s going to be having a time if he’s the one to arrive in Norrisville. Poor Danny gets to go through the burner during a lot of this- he is one of the protagonists after all hahaha

Though I decided to use this time to explain some of the lore and information about this AU people are still interested in (which I’m admittedly surprised about-), so without much further ado- let's get right to the point!

Also, one last thing before I start: this takes place before the season two finale of RC9GN for what I feel is kind of obvious, but moving on-

Lore Dumping + Headcanons

Something that was canonized in the first installation: not all heroes are aware of another- due to certain restrictions and, well, some magic of the universe... a lot of the organizations basically were sanctioned off to specific locations as a way of maintaining the peace. What this means is that clashing will go down at first- perhaps not between the main heroes but say, a certain council with other groups but we'll get to that later

Norrisville does not have a high concentration of ghostly energy since there isn't a portal (natural portals are an entirely different story; i'm more referring about something like what's at fenton works-). This didn't really need to be said but just in case! I'm shoving it into the lore dump anyway

Randy faces a lot of pressure just for being the Ninja but without the added knowledge of other heroes- he's genuinely living the best life and having fun while still being the protector, though we all know this won't last. I also will say this is going to explore the whole thing with the tengu but I'm not sure how much just yet-

Could someone else be shloomped inside the Nomicon? Hahaha, you'll find out later- I thought about saying it, but decided to hold myself back for now. I will say this: the Nomicon is still a sentient being and, well, who is able to go inside it (since technically, in one of the episodes, Howard did but I'm not sure how far into the RC9GN 'canon' it's set in-) has some rules to it

Danny and Randy are obviously different in terms of personality- having them work together is going to come with its challenges, but I do think they'd have a good partnership going. They just have to get comfortable with one another

I'm trying to keep myself from saying things about future installations lol, but- I will say that so far, Vlad has zero connections to Norrisville. This one-shot is going to be a little different and that's all I'm going to say for the time being

If anyone's curious about the difference in strength between Danny and Randy- well, their methods of combat are different so, do with this what you will for now :)

As of right now, there are no confirmed ships within the series! To be honest, I don't fully see it as important but it may show- just... not right this second

So far, this is all I got! It's getting a little late and I am honestly really tired which means posting will have to wait until later, but do expect more content soon! I am very excited for the continuation of this project to say the least!

Goodnight, my lovely readers!

[destiny-in-the-universe]

someone please give me an rc9gn ship and i’ll either write a little ficlet for it, do headcanons, or just- i am struggling with ideas; still sort of feel completely wonk about everything, and i just want something to focus on and bc this is the current never-ending interest i’m just frothing at the mouth

also literally just give me an rc9gn character i can muse, a prompt (can be short!), and i will make something. pls- i’m so desperate (and my recent posts aren’t getting as many views? i know people are busy- i get that, but i also?? want some interaction-)

it doesn’t have to be angsty even though that’s apparently my main content lately, but! seriously-

Either this: ship / prompt (song/theme/literally a couple words/etc) / canon or au

or

character/muse / prompt (song/theme/etc) / canon or au

also let me know if you want ficlet or yk- ✨ headcanons ✨ or what, help me

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

ryry will you tell us about the ojv sp parents! or their relationships with the sp boys? like stan ft shelley ( love stan and shell) sharon and rancid ( ik u touched on that one but im nosy ) or like kyle ft. the broflovskis? those dynamics? or how the broflovskis feel abt stan and stan’s parents abt kyle, vice versa? ill also accept star seven fam situations anythin u want go crazy go stupid

( also i love u mwahmwahmwahmwahmwaaaah )

Oh I ABSOLUTELY WILL!!! And I will get WAY too into it!!! Gonna be sticking with the Marshes and Broflovskis this ask, but I’ll get to the rest of the ojv star seven sometime! (This bouta be convoluted tbh)

So starting with my darling Stanathan, Sharon and Randy Jackass Marsh divorced for good when our boy was 12. At this point the only thing Shelley and Stan agreed on was that their parents should NOT be together and when shit was finalized they were both like FUCK YEAH MOM TAKE US OFF THIS FARM!!! And Sharon moved them back into their old house. Randy’s pretty much all over the place and not NEARLY the dad he thinks he is, but the kids still have to spend weekends at the farm a few times a month.

And like a lot of little kids, especially little boys, Stan REALLY looked up to his dad when he was younger. Like that’s his dad, the “cool” parent. But about the time Stan turned 10 and his mental health went through a really bad spot, he started to see the world a LOT less idealistically and ESPECIALLY started seeing the nuance of the people in his life. A lot of people are selfish. And his father is a prime example of that.

That’s not to say OrangeJuiceVerse Randy is truly insidious. He’s not. He just genuinely doesn’t think about anything that doesn’t directly affect him, or acknowledge that his actions can hurt other people. He’s selfish. And a lot of the reason Shelley and Stan had a rocky relationship when they’re young is because she’s four years older than her brother, and she sees their dad for all his bullshit long before Stan does, and a 14 year old Shelley is honestly jealous of that innocence. That, and the general teenage angst, but once they’re on the same page, it’s very “Annoyed Siblings vs Parents Who Need To Get Their Shit Together”. Like Sharon and Randy will be fighting again and they just share that Sibling Look lmao.

That brings me to my queen Sharon. That woman’s highest priority is her kids, always, which is a lot of the reason she gets so exasperated with Randy. Like during Stan’s stint as the poster child football star of South Park, well after the divorce, she is calling him up like “REALLY RANDY?!? You’ll use our boy to promote your weed business but can’t be bothered to come to a single game?!?” She and Sheila have also been essentially second mothers to their sons sbfs forever, and the families have been fused for style’s entire lives.

Also, Stan is a total mamas boy. Both his own and Kyle’s. He has been known to call his mother ‘dude’ because he calls everyone that and he’s very “yes ma’am” with Sheila most of the time but they’re so close that once he called HER dude and she wasn’t even phased she just likes that Stan likes her enough to feel comfortable like that lmfao. He and Sheila tag team being overly concerned about Kyle and they totally gang up on him when he’s not taking care of himself.

With Stan and Gerald, it’s a really casual thing. Like they’re mostly chill towards each other. Unless Gerald is around Randy, in which case Gerald’s dumbass tendencies come out full force, because Gerald’s kind of an idiot but he’s pretty harmless other than some minor cyber bullying and Randy Shenanigans.

So Ike. Ike and Stan have SO much fun together, especially as they get older, like they’re playing video games together, especially the puzzle games that frustrate Kyle, and when Ike’s in high school he goes to Stan for advice on things he’s too embarrassed to ask his brother about (Stan is not the person to ask for advice) and it’s so funny bc like they’re adults and Kyle will wake up at 3am for water and Stan’s in the office on the GTA RP with Ike and they’re trying to get kicked out of servers by pissing off the mods

Kyle time bois!!! As much as he tries to deny it, he is a LOT like his mother. He can be stubborn and reactive, sometimes preachy, but they’re like that because they just care so damn much about everything and everyone. If there’s an injustice to be found, they’re fighting it. And they’re both incredibly nurturing and passionate about loved ones. But because they’re so much alike, they tend to argue. At the end of the day, though, Kyle loves his mom and she loves him.

His relationship with his father was a little strained in high school. Gerald’s well meaning encouragement to push Kyle to succeed came off as IMPOSSIBLE expectations and the pressure Ky felt was on him was enormous, because Gerald really sucks at communication in a sensitive way. He actually felt a lot of guilt, for a long time, about unintentionally stressing his son out to the point that it got to. Kyle didn’t blame him really, mostly himself for getting so carried away, but he did have to learn to take everything Gerald says with a grain of salt.

Kyle and Ike ayyyyyy! Dude even if Kyle kind of terrorized Ike when he was like 8 because he thought that’s what big brothers were supposed to do, he grows into the best big brother and it’s HILARIOUS when Ike’s in middle school and Kyle’s trying WAY too hard to be cool and friends with him and Ike CONSISTENTLY reads him for absolute filth, makes fun of him for everything he can, and rips on him. He has totally told him that he likes Stan better and Kyle was like “yeah, well so do I!” “no shit, homo!” It’s all in good fun, they really love each other a lot, and if anyone fucks with Ike? They are getting the Kyle Rage Volcano.

Shelleys always been kinda indifferent towards all Stan’s friends unless they’re bothering her, but when Kyle and Stan got together, she gave him the ‘take care of my baby brother’ speech. Over the years they come to know each other pretty well, are even friends, maybe not as close as Stan and Ike, but still.

Kyle and Sharon are lowkey BESTIES dude Kyle is Team Sharon from day one. He adores his mother in law, sits with her at football games, loves gushing over Stan with her, just really enjoys her company. As a kid it’s because her more quiet nature is a break from his own mom, but as he gets older, he is the CAPTAIN of Sharon Defense Squad, because

Kyle does not like Randy. And OrangeJuiceVerse Kyle is someone who truly wants to see the good in everyone, give everyone the benefit of the doubt. Not Randy. Like he was 7 years old witnessing Randy Bullshit and he was like “dude your dads a jackass” and Stan was all “he’s okay” but over the years that exasperation with his best friend’s dad turned into an actual grudge, because how could this deranged man not see the emotional toll he was taking on his own son? Why didn’t he care about Stan? Didn’t he give a shit that he was hurting Kyle’s favorite person in the entire world? And Kyle does NOT try to hide the fact that he hates Randy, out here glaring at him, telling him off when he does something stupid (and it’s scary tbh, like OJV Kyle isn’t very intimidating until he’s mad, then he’s snapping like an angry fox) like bruh Kyle was SCREAMING at Randy kicking him out of the wedding for bringing alcohol to his SOBER SON like an uncaring dick, meanwhile Stan was more upset that his dad bothered a beehive lmfao. Kyle ‘Speak No Evil Take No Shit’ Broflovski, everyone. Randy’s a little scared of him.

That’s what I got, my dearest, THANK YOU FOR ASKING I LOVE THINKING ABT OJV!!!

[fxckin-blackbeard]

Start of Redemption

ᒥ🐙ᒧ—         Finally, his fever from the infection broke a few days prior, but the wound itself was not healed, trapping the eccentric man on bedrest for awhile longer.

He sucks in a breath, feeling the burning pain of a bullet passing through his abdomen. Shot. Edward, shocked by the feeling overwhelming him stumbles back. He hits the railing of the ship and falls over into the water below that swirled with a sinking naval ship. A line form the ship's rigging wraps around his ankle and his wrist dragging him down with the warship that sunk.

Had it not been for Stede, Edward certainly wouldn't be all patched up, alive, and laying in this bed. But that wasn't what was on his mind, no. His mind swirled with all he done leading up to the battle with the British Navy. The agony he not only felt himself, but inflicted upon his crew-once-friends.

Bedridden meant you were left to your own devices, and Edward spent all of his time tormenting himself with reliving what he believed were his final thoughts.

He see flashes of the night he strangled his father, turning him into the very thing he sought to destroy. His time on Hornigold's ship where he was whipped to the point of bleeding should he so much as look at his captain wrong. And then he sees flashes of his own treatment of his crew, where they walked on eggshells around him as he spiraled further and further into madness. He became the monster those men were, he was no better.

His features twist into a cringe, and a tattooed hand rises to rub away the headache he felt coming on from his temple. A monster, the Kraken, the Devil...Those words repeated over and over in his skull, making him feel sick with overwhelming guilt. Guilt wasn't something unprecedented for Edward, what was unprecedented was his inability to escape from it. Opium, alcohol, and violence were his means of escape, but stuck on bedrest he was left without any of those options to numb himself.

"Fucksake..." He groans, pushing himself slowly to sit up while trying to not aggravate his gunshot wound. Tangled, knotted hair falls down his back covering the skull and snake tattoo, but leaving his 'TRUST NO ONE' tattoo still exposed. Ed had too much energy, and the more he was stuck feeling his guilt the more restless he grew. He hoped a change in position would ease something, but as he stared blankly at the wall in front of him, Ed realized there truly was no escape.

The feeling, the guilt, was overwhelming. His chest felt tight making air hard to draw in, a feeling of anxious energy overtakes his limbs leading to him moving his legs around endlessly, it was not a comfortable feeling. He craved some kind of vice, something to just make it go away.

It wouldn't come. He wished to rip the room apart, but a simple twist to move off the bed saw a sharp pain shooting up his side, leaving him gasping for air and tensing up.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He curses, reluctantly laying himself back down to see if the ache of his injury would subside. And, it did, but to a dull, throbbing pain. Now he wished he had the opium for more than just the guilt.

Brown eyes stare at the ceiling of the cabin, looking almost through the wood as if his mind was off somewhere else. And it was, he was back to spiraling down his path of regret. All his choices leading up to this point had been wrong, stupid, and irrational. Dammit, he was a problem-solver, but when it came to his own messes he mind seemed to draw blanks. What would make it stop if he couldn't get to a vice? Would it ever stop? Or, was this the misery he sought to escape to begin with?

Edward pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, finding himself thinking in circles now. He wished, for a small moment, he wished he wasn't alone in the cabin. Someone, anyone as company would be nice...But who would come to see the monster? Stede, who had been up his ass since he was lucid, but he didn't wish to see Stede...Not yet. That wound was still too fresh...Izzy? Unlikely, he shot off the guy's leg. The thought makes Edward's chest tighten again, and he feels as though he'd be ill at any moment.

No one. He was alone in this battle, utterly alone...And he had done this to himself. There was no denying how all the consequences of his actions seemed to pile up on him. Maybe that was why he felt a weight on his chest.

And there was no escape.

[coiled-dragon]

I think Chris and Benson are more obvious all i must touch the frightened boy. I must get close to his frightened face. I must smell his fear. But Hardy too clicks his fingers and tells him to sit and rolls his chair closer to him making Randy shrink back. All the burger boys want that scared cat.

.... hey Incy if I asked and batted by eyelashes real pretty wouldja write a fic where Randy gets fucked by Hardy, Chris, and Benson?

Not all at the same time.

Like three separate instances, two where Randy didn't want it and one where he did-

[powderrblue]

what do you mean

[hershelchocolate]

You guys are not going to be prepared for the kind of person I'll be when Whisper Court production starts I'm slowly melting into goo over here