#somebody get stan outta there

[heavyhitterheaux]

We're Somebody's Parents

First Babies of Private Garden Instagram AU

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y/ninsta: Axel a.k.a. Lil Urb says hi everyone lol

jackharlow: my main man 😍

saweetie: so happy you came to visit me. he is the spitting image of the both of you. can't deny him if you wanted to

urbanandjack25: wait, why is he called Lil Urb?

y/ninsta: urbandjack25 because of his middle name

urbanwyatt: godfather checking in

neelamthadhani: urban takes his job seriously lol

urbanwyatt: neelamthadhani of course I do. I'm convinced he even looks like me.

jackharlow: urbanwyatt don't fucking start because no he doesn't

yungskylark: urbanwyatt he only kinda looks like you when you both wear bucket hats. don't get it twisted lmao

allthingsy/n: yesss y/n in her mommy era! we stan!

quiiso: if urbanwyatt could just kidnap Axel and have him all to himself, he would

urbanwyatt: quiiso they shouldn't have named him after me. that's my kid now.

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt well in that case come get him. and your dumbass wanted all three of them named after you

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta I don't see the problem?

y/ninsta: softtcurse girl come get your man because he irky

softtcurse: y/ninsta what makes you think I want him?

urbanwyatt: softtcurse outta pocket

y/ninsta: damn. double homicide.

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jackharlow: Ivy actually stayed still and let me do her hair 😭

saweetie: jackharlow ain't no fucking way you did her hair

jackharlow: saweetie yes I did! ask y/ninsta!

saweetie: y/ninsta EXCUSE ME, MISS MA'AM!

y/ninsta: saweetie he did her hair and did it without my help. jackharlow good job daddy!

claybornharlow: now jackharlow can add hair stylist to his resume

jackharlow: claybornharlow catch me at NYFW next year backstage. I'm putting in weaves next and gluing wigs with lace fronts. y/ninsta come here and let me practice on you.

theestallion: jackharlow lmaooo aye yo

y/ninsta: jackharlow no. get somebody else to do it.

quiiso: those practice sessions with y/ninsta paid off!

allthingsy/n: I LIVE for domestic daddy Jack 😭

urbanwyatt: jackharlow has been doing y/ninsta's hair since quarantine so I would hope that he knew how to do his daughter's hair by now

jackharlowsource: urbanwyatt oh? do tell!

jackharlow: one day when I was of course driving her up the wall, she randomly said, if we have girls you need to know how to do their hair and from then, she let me practice on her.

y/ninsta: never seen a white boy who can part my hair as good as he does so when I'm too tired, he definitely does it for me

jackharlow: in my hair stylist era 🥰

normani: I am living for the heart shaped part in the middle! good job Jack Jack! maybe you can do druski2funny's wig

druski2funny: normani now why am I in it?!

jackharlow: druski2funny I'm charging you extra

druski2funny: jackharlow why?! I'm your life partner!

jackharlow: druski2funny you got a big ass head, that's why

lilnasx: jackharlow lmaooooooo

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y/ninsta: Jackman, come get your youngest NEOW 😭😭😭

jackharlow: WHY MY BABY IN THE FRIDGE?! y/ninsta EXPLAIN THIS

y/ninsta: jackharlow WHAT DO YOU MEAN, EXPLAIN?! HER ASS OPENED IT AND CRAWLED IN THERE

claybornharlow: Autumn is literally the no limit soldier out of the three of them lmao

urbanwyatt: 😭😭😭😭😭

y/ninsta: I noticed that it was a little too quiet and I swear that I only turned around for a second and her ass was GONE. Next thing I knew, I hear something from the kitchen and look what I find

y/ninsta: maggieharlow come get the grandchildren you wanted so much because I am DONE

urbandjack25: NOT Y/N TRYING TO GIVE THE BABIES TO MAGGIE LMAO

jackharlow: well y/n did you at least take her out? lmao

y/ninsta: jackharlow yes and she is now in Harlow baby jail

jackharlowsource: HARLOW BABY JAIL?! WHAT IS HAPPENING?! 😭

y/ninsta: jackharlow it's her third offense this week. she keeps messing around, she'll be there until 21.

jackharlow: y/ninsta 😭😭

maggieharlow: y/ninsta she's so cute!

y/ninsta: maggieharlow now mom..... she has been driving me up the WALL

maggieharlow: y/ninsta she's jackharlow's offspring. did you expect any different?

jackharlow: maggieharlow MOM! WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!

urbanwyatt: maggie stays coming for her oldest lmaooo

claybornharlow: jackharlow maggieharlow she means that you drive your wife up the wall too so of course Autumn does too

jackharlow: claybornharlow let's fight

y/ninsta: jackharlow touch little baby and you sleep on the couch for a week

jackharlow: y/ninsta SERIOUSLY?

claybornharlow: jackharlow love you 🥰🥰

jackharlow: claybornharlow 😐

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jackharlow: first date night with my baby in a while 💕

That ended with us sitting in the car for thirty minutes before we went inside when we got home to our kids after giving ourselves a pep talk lol still can't believe we're somebodies parents

y/ninsta: jackharlow thank you for being the amazing person that you are. I love you, BAD 😭

jackharlow: y/ninsta I love you more and don't you ever forget it

urbanwyatt: can't wait to see how lit the comments under yall posts will be when the triplets get older

jackharlow: urbanwyatt NO.

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt Autumn will be the main one, I already know. 2forwoyne how did she do for you tonight? jackandy/naremyparents: love them forever

2forwoyne: y/ninsta if I still have hair tomorrow, I'll be surprised

y/ninsta: 2forwoyne well Jack still has his and he stays fighting for his life so you'll be okay

jackharlow: y/ninsta for now smh

saweetie: wait a minute, what was this pep talk about?

jackharlow: saweetie to hype ourselves up as parents because we felt like we weren't doing such a good job

maggieharlow: jackharlow y/ninsta you learn as you go and the two of you are doing amazing so far. those three are blessed to have you as their parents

y/ninsta: maggieharlow don't make me cry because you already know that I will

maggieharlow: y/ninsta I call it like I see it!

claybornharlow: yeah I guess jackharlow is doing alright

y/ninsta: do I spy a compliment from little baby to big baby? never thought I'd see the day

jackharlow: claybornharlow what you up to? because I know you are up to something

claybornharlow: jackharlow 👀

jackharlow: claybornharlow look I get stressed out enough from my kids and I'm not adding you to that list too

claybornharlow: y/ninsta whenever you're ready to drop him, I'm here

jackharlow: AND THERE IT FUCKING IS!

y/ninsta: play nice you two!

dualipa: I second what claybornharlow said

y/ninsta: dualipa lunch dateeeeee saturday!

jackharlow: yall can't let me live for shit

dualipa: y/ninsta and leave your sperm donor at home!

jackharlow: dualipa HER WHAT?

dualipa: jackharlow you HEARD me jackharlow: y/ninsta baby, how much is a flame thrower? y/ninsta: NOW JACKMAN!

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y/ninsta: now I KNOW yall see why I let this man impregnate me 😭

Whewww shit my husband fine as hell

Okay back to your regularly scheduled programming

jackharlow: I mean I can do it again 👀👀

y/ninsta: jackharlow don't play with me

jackharlow: y/ninsta who's playing? do I look like a video game to you?

y/ninsta: jackharlow 👀

saweetie: not yall horny asses plotting on having more children already

y/ninsta: saweetie my man fine as fuck sis and I will give him all the children he wants

jackharlow: y/ninsta OH

y/ninsta: jackharlow WAIT, HOLD ON. WITHIN REASON. WE ARE NOT HITTING DOUBLE DIGIT NUMBERS SO YOU CAN FUCKING FORGET IT.

jackharlow: y/ninsta nah nah, back up all that shit you were talking

urbanwyatt: so late night food runs so you can leave me at wing stop again? COUNT ME OUT

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt you love me and you will do anything for me and that was one time

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta as long as it doesn't get us arrested, I'm all for it and ONE TIME TOO MANY

jackharlow: y/ninsta don't get quiet on me now

theestallion: y/ninsta he about to tear that ass up lmao

urbandjack25: WE WANT ALL THE HARLOW BABIES!

jessicakelce: urbanandjack25 I SECOND THIS

y/ninsta: jackharlow so you can hide in closets again because of my raging hormones? remember that?

2forwoyne: y/ninsta lmaoooo that was wild

quiiso: jackharlow was convinced that his dick was going to fall off

y/ninsta: quiiso I woulda glued it back on

jackharlowsource: Y/N PLEASEEEEEEE LMAOOOOOO

jackharlow: y/ninsta look, we don't talk about dark times

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jackharlow: my favorite MILF 😍😍

y/ninsta: jackharlow well look who it is, my favorite DILF 🤭

blancahood: okay snap back is crazy. TRIPLETS WHERE?

y/ninsta: blancahood oh trust sis, the stretch marks and cellulite are there hiding lol

jackharlow: y/ninsta you don't take the meat off the grill until it's well done with the lines on it

urbanwyatt: jackharlow did you just compare your wife to food?

jackharlow: urbanwyatt fuck yeah I did, I literally EAT HER OUT. she is my favorite meal. suck that shit right off the bone.

y/ninsta: jackharlow you so cute lol and so nasty I love it

thestallion: good lord. number 4 is probably coming soon yall lmao

y/ninsta: theestallion ehhhhh

jackharlow: she's back on birth control so not any time soon

jessicakelce: jackharlow the same one as before? lmaoooo

blancahood: swallowing is the best form of birth control

y/ninsta: blancahood I second this lol

y/ninsta: jessicakelce look I'm to the point where whatever happens, happens. I'm really happy with my little tribe and if we add to it, I'll be happy too

normani: since my predictions are always right. I vote twins next.

y/ninsta: normani WHAT?! NO!

normani: y/ninsta it's less than three!

y/ninsta: normani and that's supposed to make it better?!? jackharlow you better fucking NOT

jackharlow: y/ninsta I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING

y/ninsta: jackharlow NOT YET ANYWAY with that muthafuckin super sperm your ass has

jackharlow: y/ninsta maybe I agree with normani

y/ninsta: jackharlow well you must be the person carrying them because ISSA NO FOR ME DAWG

jackharlow: y/ninsta you say that now, but you'll fold. you always do.

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[saint-transfag]

Afterimage: a Fiddlestan fanfiction

a sight lingering in view after seeing what one knew

A post-Fiddauthor Fiddlestan fic exploring trauma, aftermath equations, healing together, and loss.

*eventually: contains explicit content

Chapter 4

Stan hoped he hadn’t gotten any hair in the pancakes this time—he’d even undergone the embarrassment of somebody else having seen his hair in a fucking ponytail to try to make doubly sure it wouldn’t happen. He found himself genuinely caring what Fiddleford thought of the food. A small and childish hope flickered somewhere deep in his chest that Fiddleford would be pleased by his cooking again.

Fiddleford seemed more withdrawn than he had been before. His eyes were distant and he angled his body away from interaction as he placed plates and utensils on the table. Stan wanted to ask, but thought the better of it.

Still, the air between them was tense as they silently ate. Fiddleford didn’t comment on the pancakes in either expression or words. Stan tried to ignore the twinge of disappointment inside of himself at it. Whatever—ridiculous. It didn’t matter. He shouldn’t even care. He didn’t care.

“So,” Stan tried as the pancakes were gradually reduced to scattered pieces on both of their plates, “I was thinkin' maybe we should come up with some kind of a plan.”

Fiddleford just looked at him blankly.

Stan cleared his throat uncomfortably.

“I mean, yanno,” he tried again, “some kinda schedule structure, or whatever. Don’t want you passin’ out at the table every night—I’m sure you’ve got your own bed you’ve got to get back to, and I don’t wanna be keepin’ ya from your job or whatever stuff you’ve got goin’ on…” As Stan trailed off, he remembered the weird cult assault again, and wondered once more what kind of stuff this guy really did have going on. 

“Oh. Right.” Fiddleford replied tonelessly. “Sorry again about last night. I’ll get outta your hair at a reasonable time each night… still got my car, it’s outside.”

Something about it all felt stilted and off, but Stan didn’t press.

“Ah, okay, I mean, no worries or anything.” He coughed a little. “So—what does your… uh… schedule look like?”

“Mh. Don’t have anything I can’t put on hold.”

“Okay, uh. Cool. …Thanks.” He mustered himself through his internal squirming at the difference of Fiddleford’s entire demeanor. “I’ve, uh. I’ve got the Murder Hut to run, but you’re free to come by whenever, and I’ll be able to work together with ya when I’m not doin’ that.”

Fiddleford suppressed a snort, which seemed to at least somewhat snap him back into himself.

“What?” Stan demanded.

“I’m sorry, it’s just—Murder Hut? That’s what you honest to goodness call this place?”

Stan tried to form something like an indignant scowl, but his facial muscles were only willing to meet him halfway to an uncomfortable grimace. “Yes,” he replied, a bit grumpily. “I’ve got the whole spooky theme goin’ on, ’cause of how I only got the whole tourist trap runnin’ from people wantin’ to see what weird scary shit Ford got up to in here.”

A look crossed over Fiddleford’s face too quickly for Stan to really catch.

“Uh—sorry. It did kind of freak out all the townspeople a bit though. But it just got them curious more than anythin’, so I worked out a niche to both appeal to their curiosity while also not causing any more potential lawsuits.”

Fiddleford had recovered himself. “I see,” he said, raising an eyebrow—but again there was the suppressed mirth as a corner of his mouth twitched.

Finally, Stan sighed.

“I know, the name does kinda suck. I’d actually been thinking about changing it recently.”

“Well,” Fiddleford mused, “how about somethin' that appeals to a broader age range? ‘Murder Hut’ is a mite too fright’nin’ for the wee younger folks, I’d reckon.”

At that, another look crossed his face—this time much sadder and more lingering.

Stan really, really wanted to ask, but didn’t.

“Hmm,” he said instead, as much to try to distract Fiddleford as to actually brainstorm, “maybe something that focuses more on the mysterious element—”

“—but with the same linguistic structure,” Fiddleford offered fluidly, his thought tying right into Stan’s own. “Still referring to the building—”

“—but also giving a broader appeal…” Stan contemplated. Some corner of his mind thrilled at this kind of interaction, but he was too engrossed to give the feeling much attention. “Like a Mystery Cabin—”

at the same time, Fiddleford chimed in with, “—an Oddities Shack—”

They looked at each other for a moment and both grinned. Then at the same time they said, “The Mystery Shack!”

They burst out laughing.

“I love it,” Stan finally said, beaming. “As of tomorrow, the Mystery Shack it is. Gotta spend today prepping for the change, though.”

Fiddleford smiled warmly back into Stan’s still-dancing eyes, the beginnings of a fond emotion unfurling in the pit of his chest. It felt like—

the feeling sank like an anvil dropped into his gut. The warmth evaporated along with his smile. 

It had felt like old times with Stanford, back in their dorm together all those lifetimes ago.

Thankfully Stanley wasn’t looking at him at just that moment; he’d gone off in search of a little memo pad or something that Fiddleford hadn’t fully caught.

He stared blankly down at his plate. The pancakes that had been so amazing before now looked like pieces of cardboard in front of him. As sluggish as his mind suddenly felt, some automatic part kicked into gear long enough to quickly slip them into the trash before Stan could catch him in the act. 

Maybe Stanley wouldn't have cared if he’d finished, but Fiddleford’s mama had taught him that it was very rude not to finish food that somebody else had made for you—and he really had loved the pancakes.

He found himself hoping that Stan might make them for him again someday.

Fiddleford numbly went to start washing the dishes, trying to quell the storm in his mind by remembering the clicks of the specifier dial on his memory gun and thinking of nothing else.

Stanley came back just as he’d cleaned the pan. “Oh, hey, I can—”

“No, it’s fine, I’ve got it.” Fiddleford replied. He sounded cold and detached, clipped, even to himself. He couldn’t help it.

He didn’t face Stanley, didn’t want to see how Stanley would react. We barely even know each other, Fiddleford reminded himself. It wasn’t as though Stanley would care if Fiddleford acted mercurial and distant, like a moody bastard who could barely hold it together.

At last he heard Stanley say, “I’ll be right back.”

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[ckret2]

Here, have another post about my headcanoned human Bill Cipher!

I promised to answer the second half of @dykefnctl's question—

also, like, wtf does stan and ford think? i'm invested.

—but I just got a separate ask about Ford, so I'll talk about Ford in that one and focus on Stan here.

So: Stanley versus human Bill!

Of all the Pines, Stan had the least to do with Bill throughout the entire show; at best, he would have seen this triangle guy come up a few times in Ford's journals and once Ford came back maybe he would have personally warned Stan to watch out for a fast-talking magic triangle. (Although considering how long it took Ford to open up to Dipper, whom he was on much better terms with, the odds that he'd have said anything to Stan are still pretty low.) So to Stan, Bill's just some weird triangle freak who came outta nowhere to mess up Gravity Falls, personally threatened his whole family, and forced Stan to sacrifice his brain to get rid of him.

So when the freak comes back, Stan's ready to shoot first and figure out how to hide the body later.

"Maybe Bill's possessing a normal human and you'd be murdering an innocent" doesn't dissuade him; he'll kill a single stranger if he has to, he's not taking any chances when his family's safety is on the line. (Also the world's safety, but he's more concerned about his family.) What DOES dissuade him is "maybe being trapped in a human body is the only thing keeping Bill's reality-altering powers in check." Stan doesn't know much about how this stuff works, but he's already seen Bill shed one body to hop into someone else's head, and he doesn't wanna restart Weirdmageddon.

He's still somewhat skeptical—"if killing this body would make him a god again, how come he hasn't jumped off a cliff?"—but even if Bill wouldn't regain all his powers if he was "freed," there's still a chance he could just go possess someone new and come back, right? And Stan might be willing to kill ONE innocent to protect his family, but he doesn't relish the idea of killing a whole string of innocents being puppeted by Bill. Or risking that the next innocent is somebody he knows.

So he'd rather keep Bill right where he is: inside his current body, and somewhere close by where Stan can keep an eye on him. For now. Until they can find a way to kill him for good. If the memory gun couldn't do it, maybe Poindexter and Old Man McGucket can whip up something that can.

Bill, meanwhile, is perfectly willing to let Stan and everyone else keep believing that killing his body will unleash him again—when the truth is, he himself doesn't know what would happen, but he suspects that might just kill him for good. Or else shuffle his humanized ghost into humanity's afterlife system, which he doesn't much relish either. It's not too long before Stan starts to suspect that Bill's willingness to put up with makeshift imprisonment in the Mystery Shack, rather than smash his own head in and escape, means that he can't just hop over to a new body... or, at least, he doesn't know whether he can. So they're at a stalemate: neither Bill nor Stan knows whether killing his body would liberate him or destroy him, and as long as they don't know, neither is willing to risk the consequences if it doesn't go their way. But both of them really want to find out—while not wanting the other to find out.

So for now, they mostly just glare at each other, and sometimes Bill grumbles about Stan's cooking.

Once they've been around each other long enough that the white-hot rage Stan feels at the sound of his stupid whiny voice starts to cool down, Stan starts to suss out that Bill is, in fact, a lot like himself. That is, a fast-talking stone-hearted con artist who's probably served time in multiple jurisdictions and whose "friends" are more likely fairweather partners in crime. Stan can grudgingly respect that. Being in the Shack means Bill inevitably comes in contact with a few customers, and the guy can make up a whopper of a tall tale at the drop of a hat and sell anything you put in front of him—Stan respects that, too. All these little similarities also make Stan start to suspect that Bill's like him in other ways: that maybe his stone heart has a mushy center that gets very, very lonely without his family, whatever and wherever they are.

But Bill's still the creep who tried to murder Stan's whole family and planet. Who cares if under his weird alien trappings he has relatable problems! It's not gonna make Stan go soft on him or whatever.

(Stan's slowly going soft on him. It's hard to keep feeling threatened by a depressed clumsy loser who thinks depth perception is a curse and lets Mabel paint glitter on his face.)

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

you know what time it is

gime me headcannons for the tex/loui/sippi/flo sibling dynamic please i am begging

Ok ok lol.

They aren't really siblings, but sometimes it sure does seem like it and they take care of each other as such.

Florida is the oldest, Sippi and Tex are the middle children, and Loui is the feral youngest child (these age orders make no sense but that's too damn bad >:)

Since Florida is the oldest, he definitely teases the others in his own way, but never really means it in a rude way. His favorite way is picking them up outta nowhere. And while picking up Loui and Sippi would be decently easy, everybody is surprised when Florida picks up Texas's 6'5 lanky ass.

Loui definitely stands in their doorways and stares at them before knocking something over and running away whilst giggling like a child.

Florida and Loui have definitely teamed up on the two middle children. Sippi ended up beating Florida's ass and they havent an idea at first as to how Texas got his revenge against Loui, but the fact that Loui came back all blushy and giggly and cuddling up with Texas told them all they needed.

They all tease Loui for essentially being a cat (he's exactly like York and they definitely bring up the fact that he affectionately makes fun of York for it)

Sippi used to be very insecure about his body (we stan Squishy!Sippi in this household ✨), but his brothers helped him out and beat the crap out of anybody that said anything.

They all protecc and attacc when one of them gets hurt by somebody. One will be comforting the injured/sad baby, and the other two will be committing a murder :3

Florida, Loui, and Sippi all helped Texas come out as trans and bisexual to Georgia and Kentucky, who already kinda already knew.

Texas and Loui when they're on their periods (they are both FTM) is sorta a living hell for the other two cuz they both get really sad and aggressive and are in pain pretty much 24/7. They help as much as they can tho and they get many many apologies when it's over.

All of their s/o's got THE talk from the rest of the siblings :)

[demonsfate]

This is kind of a Hot Take, but I don't care about Miguel, and I don't get why people (mainly on the tek subreddit) are fascinated by the idea of Miguel showing up to beat Jin. I stumbled upon ANOTHER post about this yesterday and saw people saying that they would love to see Miguel face the "villain turned messiah", as opposed to the other characters that supported Jin. Which is funny, because I don't think Miguel would last a fight against Jin in his current canon state. Also, this is a result of the horrible writing on 6 so not addressing the whole thing with Miguel's sister is mainly on the writers. Don't get me wrong, I think it's fine if there's a character that is against Jin and still can't forgive him. Tek8 didn't do a good job on addressing the issues 6 left behind, (it was an "Okay" job tbh but anyway, I take it). Still can't help but think the "Miguel should come back to murder Jin now that he's happy" crowd is mostly made of Anti-Jin than Miguel stans

I'm always conflicted with Miguel lmao. The thing is... I do like his design a lot. In fact, outta all the Tek6 characters, he may have the best design. He's the one that I could see being in like the older games (Tek4 or older) than I did the other Tek6 designs. And I seem to have a thing to hot - headed characters lol. But like... obvs the main problem with him is his story. LIKE. It's hard to like a character whose story is perhaps the biggest insult to your favorite character.

I'm sorry, but other than Tek6 itself, Miguel's existence is the biggest insult to Jin's character. Like the whole purpose of Jin's character is that he was indeed the first Good Mishima (sorry fans who actually fell for the "ALL Mishimas are bad!! That's the point!!" Y'all just fell for the lazy and obviously inaccurate excuse they made to justify his sudden turn in Tek6.) Kazuya was created to be the anti-Ryu, to be an unconventional protagonist for a fighting game 'cos that hadn't happened yet. But after Kazuya was done with being the protagonist, they went on to give us one that was actually good, therefore to be different from Kazuya. They even said the point of Jin was that he was supposed to be Kazuya's OPPOSITE. A possibility of what Kazuya might've been had he been raised by somebody who loved him. The Tekken 4 endings even hammered in the idea that Jin woiuld never be like Kazuya and Heihachi. Because every one of the trio's endings were all set during the same time (Jin's kidnapping in Hon-Maru), however - both Heihachi and Kazuya would've ended with them killing everyone. It's only Jin's ending where nobody dies. This is because Jin will always be a better person than them. Anyway, my point I'm gonna make is that Tekken 6 ruined everything that Jin was supposed to be. And Miguel is, perhaps, one of the biggest insults by being a victim of Jin. Jin lost his family to a monster, in Miguel's story - Jin is the monster who took Miguel's family member. That is fucked up, and no, it's not poetic nor clever. It just further destroys Jin's character and everything that was good about him. Jin should've NEVER hurt anyone else in the way he's been hurt.

And yeah... I mean, Jin has defeated Gods, he's defeated Heihachi and Kazuya (defeating Kazuya TWICE now). Miguel... hasn't really reached any of those feats, and plus... there's nothing really special about Miguel. (He's no Mishima, he's no Kazama, he's no devil gene carrier). And like, people are just talking as if Miguel would ONLY be going against Jin alone somehow???? As if... y'know, Lars, Lee, Alisa, Leo, Eddy, Xiaoyu, or many of the OTHER allies would let that shit fly. If some RANDOM GUY tried to kill Jin, they're not.... they're not gonna let it happen lmao, they're gonna stop it. Like sorry, but with Jin having accomplished these incredible feats, and has a ton of powerful friends, I don't see how Miguel can even be seen as much of a threat lol.

Imo, Tekken 8 did a horrific job at addressing Tekken 6. They didn't even inform the player as to why Jin did the War in the first place (which was for complicated reasons, but supposedly "good" ones). They just had characters say "YOU KILLED THOUSANDS" and then Jin says "shut up!!! I feel bad about it so that's something!!!" And like... who's to say that Miguel would even hate Jin if he were in Tekken 8? I mean, think about it. In Tekken 7, Lars wanted to kill Jin. He only stopped the Narrator from brutally killing Jin with a screwdriver simply because they needed Jin, and that's it. Yet suddenly in TK8, Lars is pals with Jin, and might as well be his cheerleader. The thought of what Jin did to Alisa was enough to bring her to tears in TK7, yet in TK8... she's also buddies with him, now holding his hands and everything. Eddy acted like he wanted to oppose Jin in his TK6 ending, yet... that was retconned to have him be mad at G-Corp / Kazuya instead??? Hell, Lee KILLS Jin in his TK6 and Tag 2 endings!!!! Although they've never canonically interacted prior, Lee still hated Jin in the noncanon moments. Like I get they needed Jin, but them being buddies with him was never properly addressed either and just came from nowhere. So, who's the say they wouldn't do something similar with Miguel???? Like, Eddy, he suddenly decides to drop the Revenge Plot off screen because uhhh revenge darkens the soul and isn't worth it man!!!!

Honestly yeah. Jin seems to have a lot of haters. I mean, Hell, it's hard to even look at Jin posts without seeing someone hating him or joking about him being a war criminal. It's been a while since I used Reddit last but MY GOD, before TK8 came out, there were a PLETHORA of people who were saying Kazuya should be the True Good Guy, that Kazuya is in the right, that Kazuya has never done anything wrong, that they hope Jin is revealed to be the main bad guy and is killed by Kazuya in the end. And like, this isn't an opinion of only a few ppl. After the demo came out, there was legit a post that said Kazuya is only a bad guy because he has the devil gene that Jin hates and that post had almost 100 upvotes!!!! With people agreeing!!! Completely ignoring EVERYTHING Kazuya has done. Like I made a post in my drafts but deleted it 'cos I thought it sounded too emotional, but it was me pretty much saying that people hate Jin for things they praise other characters for. Or the things they hate him for, they ignore the same in other characters. (Seriously, what makes Kazuya worthy of redemption but not Jin?) It really does feel like that. I understand some people may find Jin boring due to his stoicism, or may be critical of him due to his inconsistent writing (and character assassination) but I wish people would just be frank about that instead of hating him for every small thing. So yeah, I do believe that a lot of the "we wanna see Jin get beaten to death by Miguel" crowd really are just Jin haters. They get fucking wild at times. It's quite exhausting.

[littlemisssquiggles]

So…about the THIRD episode of RWBY Volume 9…

Before I get into my usual thoughts on the episode, I just wish to say one thing first.

I knew the voice of the Curious Cat sounded awfully familiar but I couldn't quite put my finger on who it could be until I saw the episode credits.

It's Robbie Daymond! For my fellow Persona 5 fans, freaking Goro Akechi is the Curious Cat in RWBY! Such a perfect casting!

Robbie's voice sounds so soothing as the Curious Cat. Of all the new characters to come outta V9, I was most excited to learn more about the Curious Cat and now that he’s finally here, I’m hoping his adventures with RWBY will lead them towards the Smoking Caterpillar in the Mushroom Forest next because THAT’s the episode I’m most looking forward to.

In the meantime, happy to have Robbie Daymond join the cast of RWBY for V9.

Regarding the rest of the episode itself---it seems there's another new mystery to be solved.

[SPOILERS AHEAD! NUFF SAID!]

Apparently there was formerly a Red King but something happened to him---he was axed by other humans like RWBY. Probably the ones we saw teased in the opening alongside Neo.

Speaking of Neo, it may seem like after falling into the Ever After, she’s coincidentally evolved her semblance again during her brief encounter with the Jabberwalker.

Now she's able to make clones of herself to do her bidding. 

The disposable pawn has now become the gang-leader, it may seem. Interesting development for Neo since admittedly, her whole gig of being somebody’s lackey has gotten stale over the past couple of the seasons.

One of my main complaints about the showrunners’ decision to bring Neo back into the story was how they basically recycled the same role she had in previous volumes but without any of the substance that made her great before.

What made Neo’s role as a henchwoman work before was her dynamic with Roman Torchwick. Neo was more than just his partner-in-crime. Roman cared for Neo and vice versa. Despite being recurring villains, it was the bond that Neo shared with Roman that made her character work, at least in my opinion.

So when she was brought back to be Cinder’s new lackey to replace Emerald and Mercury for V6-V8, it just never truly worked for this squiggle meister since it was evident from the jump that Cinder Fall couldn’t give two Nevermore shits about Neo. I hated the fact that of all the things the writers could’ve done for Neo’s return, making her the servant to one of the most heartless and irredeemable characters in the story (sorry Cinder stans) who you know would mistreat her and ultimately stab her in the back was not a good move.

Not like I’m a big Neopolitan stan---I just expected the CRWBY Writers to do more for her as a so-called fan-favourite as opposed to the same ole thing, y’know what I mean?

This is why V9 teasing Neo becoming her own boss for once in the story is intriguing to me.

Neo could very well become the Salem of the Ever After. Giving her newfound ability, what is stopping Neo from covering an entire acre of the Ever After in her semblance, transforming it into her very own kingdom or domain?

And if she’s currently able to make live copies of herself in the form of her clones then what’s stopping her from making her own gang of minions that she can transform into anything she desires and use to track down and hunt Ruby and her friends? I dunno about ya’ll but that sound pretty cool and more effective way to utilize a character like Neo.

Additionally, another thing that I’m inquisitive about is what Neo did to the poor Jabberwalker. I doubt she succeeded in killing it despite the mysterious creatures fearful cries. There’s a better likelihood that Neo merely captured the Jabberwalker and it’ll probably be the pawn in her nefarious schemes.

As we know from the end of V6, Neo is able to use her semblance to not only cloak herself in an illusion but also objects like how she was able to mask a Mistrali airship as an Atlesian one.

So I wonder if this is what will happen---

Neo will enslave the Jabberwalker and force it to do her bidding by using her semblance to transform it into something monstrous to go after Ruby. That’s one theory. Either that or she’ll just imprison the poor Jabberwalker and force it to provide her with worthy information about the Ever After.

Not like I think the Jabberwalker will be much of a talker---at least a helpful given the cryptically enigmatic way it speaks in small bouts of jibber-jab.  

As for the Jabberwalker itself. Once more, the very existence of this thing has very confused. What exactly is this thing? At first I pegged it to be a villainous creature but following today’s episode, my opinion has changed since the Walker doesn’t seem evil. Just lost. Desperate even to solve an unknown problem that seems to be impacting the Ever After that it can’t seem to comprehend.

In between its spurts of dialogue, the Walker mentioned something about fixing something?

In the V9 opening, there was a burning book that was featured with the Walker? I'm assuming the Jabberwalker is connected to that book and is trying to find a way to repair it for some reason?

But why though? Why is the book so important?

Is the book symbolic of the Ever After? Much like the fire destroying the book of the Ever After, is the Ever After falling apart?

Is the world of the Ever After doomed to disappear and the Jabberwalker is trying to fix it by finding any strange anomalies within its world that could be the source like RWBY and Neo hence why it confronted all of them?

...Or...perhaps it could turn out that there is a human identity to the Jabberwalker?

Like maybe the Walker is secretly a cursed Alyx who is trying to fix the problems she caused during her own adventures in the Ever After?

Exactly what is the meaning behind all of this?

Just when I think I was starting to understand this season’s plot, now, much like Team RWBY, I’m back where I originally started. Confused on what the hell is actually going on.

It would've made more sense if the Ever After was simply just a new world that RWBY discovered that lacked no similarities to the adventures of Alyx in the Ever After fable that they all know from their childhood…but that doesn’t seem to be the case? Or it is but not entirely. I dunno. This plot becomes more puzzling with each new episode.

Whether that’s a good thing or not, it’s still up for debate with me as I follow along.

The least I can say for now is that, at least, it’s interesting.

~LMS (2023)

[passionesolja]

Not to be all ultra feminist sjw but I think this redpill talking point of “women have it easier than men” isn’t true. Like the only way you have it easier as a woman than a man is if you attractive to men, but then it’s like life isn’t easy you’re just seen as an object.

Women who don’t fit into Central European/Angelo Saxon beauty standards DO NOT have it easier. If you one them women who are born naturally looking more masculine or androgynous and you don’t got sought after sexual features, Mf you isn’t a “hot tomboy” you a freak (I say this as somebody who’s more masculine looking and have no sought after sexual features). God forbid you not seen as attractive and also ND and/or not fitting into gender Norms.

Ima be anecdotal here but I can say that I haven’t felt the “oh everything in woman’s lives is easier” thing once. Society doesn’t help women if they’re not attractive because society is run by men and most men only like women as far as they can sleep with them.

If you have nothing to offer men and you also don’t kiss the ground they walk on (I’m not a feminist like that bc I don’t feel connection to women bc I never really felt like one in a traditional sense tbh) then you have it way more difficult. Like if you don’t turn into that Pearl women and pander to men’s egos then they don’t like you or respect you.

I’m not saying every man is like this but you hear time and time again how “oh I cant connect with women outside of sex I only can form bonds with other men bc we’re more equal” and it’s like these men who say this don’t understand that they have it easier than some not traditionally attractive woman.

This is why so many women that aren’t super conventionally attractive have to become “pick mes” of some sort bc like it or not, society is male dominated still so if you don’t kiss feet then you get delete outta a lot of opportunities. A man can he ugly and stan Andrew Tate as cope or some shit, but there’s no “you don’t need men, boss yourself up and get money” for women bc as women your life is almost expected just to be for men’s enjoyment even if that ain’t the case in reality.

All the while these men who say shit like this then go on to degrade women who do actually use their sexuality to their advantage. Like I can say as a woman who can’t use their sexuality to their advantage that shit is dire out here like mf I can’t fault a woman for going that route bc society looks down on you if you’re an unattractive woman. But then faults you when you use that to your advantage and own benefit

[gftimelordstwin]

"Easy there! You’ve got the balance of a newborn fawn!"

*Stan shot his arm out just in time, ready to catch Preston before he toppled over. That name— it rang a couple bells, sure, but right now? He had bigger fish to fry, mainly dealing with these two who were clearly way more wasted than they should’ve been.*

*Trying to figure out what kind of mess the Doctor had cooked up felt like a lost cause at this point. Hell, calling someone ‘horrible’ wasn’t exactly Lee’s idea of flirting, but he’d seen his twin do worse.*

"Don’t sweat it, I got the bill."

*With a quick wave of his hand, Stanley flagged down the bartender before Preston could even think about protesting. The faster they got out of here, the better. And if Lee could make it to bed before the sun came up, well, that’d be a bonus.*

*But that guilt? Yeah, it was eating him alive. Preston didn’t seem to notice a damn thing wrong with the situation. How could somebody be this dense?*

"C’mon, let’s get outta here."

"Another Stanford... so similar yet so different from the rest I've met" Preston looked at the sonic screwdriver with quite the interest

@gleeful-northwest-fam

"Woahoah! Okay! Well this isn't a toy for you, it's for me— big difference."

*Ford would quickly stuff the device in his coat pocket, backing up and away from the other person feeling skeptic. He was used to being the one who would instigate the chaos, somehow this also made him realize that he'd unconsciously switched places with his brother at this age.*

"Now, what brings you here? Any reason you'd seek me out of all people?"

[jewbeloved]

can you write about team stan with a winged s/o

Main 4 with a s/o who has wings🕊���🕊️🤍

Warnings: None

Gender: Neutral

💙 Stan Marsh 🫐

Dude wtf?

Man has literally never seen somebody with wings before.

He is convinced that you might be some mutant humanoid person with wings.

You probably have to explain and reassure him-

Somehow after you finished explaining everything to him, he gets chill about it after he just had a mental breakdown a min ago-

Probably only shows your wings to Kyle and nobody else.

He is amazed by how fluffy your wings are and likes touching it!💙💙💙💙

💚 Kyle Broflovski ☘️

Same reaction like Stan except he doesn't overreact too much.

He himself, has also never seen someone who just have wings outta nowhere like wtf?

He probably touches your wings to see If he is dreaming or not-

You blow some of your wing feather in his face to make him sneeze lol.

He wasn't very happy about that-

"What was that for?!", "I don't know Kyle, I just felt like it :>"

He tackled you and you both landed onto the edge of the couch on the left side.

You covered your face with your fluffy wings in fear that he might hurt you.

He saw how scared you were, and decided you weren't a threat so he calmed down a little but was still a little pissed.

Overtime, like Stan he starts to get chill about you having wings. But at the same time he has a hard time cuddling you due to your wings in his face all the damn time-💚💚💚💚

❤️ Eric Cartman 🍒

You're asking to get ripped on you know-

Literally laughs at you and might call you 'bird box' or etc.

He might play with your wings from time, but he might be a little rough while doing so and it hurts.

Unlike Kyle and Stan, He didn't even got shocked or scared once he saw your wings and he just laughed at you. (Like I said before)

But anyways, He does get affectionate with you after he's done ripping on you.

Expect to get some hugs, cuddles, and kisses

"Even though you look absolutely ridiculous with those wings, I still find you very cute babe. Now let me cuddle you <;3".❤️❤️❤️

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🌞

Man though that you were under a curse just like him if you had those wings-

You and him would get along really well and Kenny never freaked out about you having wings to your surprise.

But he rather keep you having wings as a secret between you 2, He doesn't want anybody else finding out Especially Cartman.

When nobody is around or looking, you would let Kenny get on your back and you both fly through the air.

You might have to watch out or else Kenny might accidentally get hit by something and fall off your back and end up dying-

Request completed 💚💚 got anymore for me to fulfill?

[borathae]

q&a idea: favorite long hairstyle(s) of bts? nominate one or several, however u like 👀

YOU HAVE ASKED ME A QUESTION I POSSIBLY COULDN'T ANSWER JFDJSF long haired!bangtan is my weakness I am spiralling at the mere thought of them

okay okay so let's do this 👀

curls: i painted this picture and have it hanging on my wall now, he is a god, i need him, 10/10

blonde streaks: it's giving 80s mullet, funky lil rapstar, i wanna twirl it, not a fan of the streaks but that's my own bad taste, 9/10

messy bangs: scrumdiddlyumptious, a sophisticated gentleman, it looks so short next to the floof, 9/10

dark: a boyfriend, looks messy but in a good way, like i just had sex messy, 10/10

bun: *barks*, the bleach kinda made his hair look dry though, i still want him, 9/10

brown: cute, a prince, a doll, i wanna run my hands through it, 10/10

perm: this also goes hand in hand with all the times he had curls, i wanna bury my face in it, i wanna mess it uppp, i want him, 10/10

bun: just whenever he wears buns & ponytails, i wanna tug on it, don't ask, i'm so obsessed with him, it's fucking ridiculous, 10/10

sidecut: whatever the fuck happened there, like why?, do you think this is funny?, i'm gonna combust, 10/10

purple: i love purple on him, or is this silver?, i can't tell, nonetheless, i love it, 10/10

dark: superior, rip to our hearts when he cut it, he looked so cute, 10/10

grammys: motherfu-, get outta here, i refuse to speak to him, 10/10

mullet?: is that a mullet?, either way i lost it when he had this hairstyle, it looks so short compared to how he had his hair in 2022, 9/10

floof: omgmgmgm, please, i wanna sob, him baby, cutie patootie, 10/10

prince: chef's kiss, i fucking miss him, he is such a boyfriend, i wuv him, 10/10

floof: this goes for all the times he had this hair, i want to coddle him, he is my precious baby, cheek kissies for days, sorry i'm too fragile to talk about this hairstyle for too long, 10/10

ponytail: *barks*, he is a whore, i need to tug on it and call him my slut, i'm scared of him, 10/10

mullet: i also painted this picture and have it hanging on my walls, he's art, deserves to be spoiled, 10/10

bun: i crave violence, i don't want to talk about it, i'm scared and afrain, somebody please help me, 10/10

the floof: how long is his hair gonna be?, and why am i crying?, i'm normal about this man, 10/10

king: idc that this is a wig, he would look so good with that hair, i was a legolas stan before i was a yoongi stan, when he wore that wig my two worlds collided, i gave birth when i saw it, 10/10

honorary mentions as a dirty, lil taegikook stan

whenever he tugs it behind his ears: cutie, my prince, i wanna spoil him rotten, 10/10

purple: *insert that one grinch audio where he barks*, straight up violence, 10/10

bob ross: so many people hated this hairstyle :(, i love it with my entire bosom, i wanna ruffle it, 10/10

[nataliedanovelist]

GF - Timestuck AU: The Power of Mabel ch.2

While fighting over a time machine so one twin can win a pig or the other can win the heart of a girl, Mabel is left stranded in a snowy forest with no time machine and no brother. Oops.

The BEAUTIFUL art pieces were done by @clownwry and @elishevart ! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! 😭❤️💋

ch.1 - ch.3

~~~~~~~~~~

Ford was way more nervous than he was letting on.

She had long, pretty brown hair, braces over her teeth, sneakers, a skirt, and a sweater that allowed the cold air to pass through it. Her cheeks were slightly chubby with youth and nosy, as well as her nose, due to the freezing weather. Her eyes matched her hair perfectly, and though they were clouded with fear and confusion, Ford swore he could see sparkling behind the clouds, sparkling that made itself well-known when she asked if she could make him a sweater or when she saw his hands.

She had long, pretty brown hair, braces over her teeth, sneakers, a skirt, and a sweater that allowed the cold air to pass through it. Her cheeks were slightly chubby with youth and nosy, as well as her nose, due to the freezing weather. Her eyes matched her hair perfectly, and though they were clouded with fear and confusion, Ford swore he could see sparkling behind the clouds, sparkling that made itself well-known when she asked if she could make him a sweater or when she saw his hands.

Ford would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy Mabel’s company, but she was practically a stranger, and keeping a random girl in his house that was located in the middle of the woods was fishy and Ford couldn’t help but feel like it was illegal. But he couldn’t leave her out in the snow and send her on her way to find her home and family, so he decided to keep her warm or healthy, simply because it was the right thing to do.

But then she said she had no parents to call. Only a brother, who was lost, too. Ford can remember the old rule: If you’re lost, stay where you are until you are found. So he then decided that she could stay here until her brother found her, which should be by morning at the latest.

Still, he felt uneasy, so once Mabel was settled in front of the TV, Ford excused himself and went into the kitchen to make a phone call. There was only one man who would have better judgement in this situation than him.

The phone rang a few times. Ford checked his watch to make sure it was a reasonable time to call. It wasn’t Sunday, was it? But then the ringing stopped. “Howdy! This here Fiddleford McGucket.”

“Hey there, buddy.” Ford smiled to himself at hearing that cheerful voice. “How have you been?”

“Stanford Pines! Good t’hear from ya!” Fiddleford cheered. “M’just fine, just fine! How are ya?! Ya haven’t gotten eaten by monsters yet, have ya?” He laughed, making his old friend chuckle along.

“No no, I’m alright.” Ford almost brought up the reason he called, but then he remembered something very important to Fiddleford. “How are Emma-May and Tater?”

“OH! They’re doin’ great! We’re all very happy n’ doin’ well! Ya won’t believe how big Tate’s gotten since ya last saw him! He’s already crawlin’!”

“Wow, that's great to hear.” Ford sat in a chair at the kitchen table. “Has he said his first words yet?”

“No, not quite. Actually, he’s extremely quiet. Not a lot of baby-babble.” Fiddleford chuckled. “The doctor says that’s perfectly normal. Tate’s so smart, he’s reachin’ for specific colors n’ such, n’ ya can tell he’s thinkin’ a lot n’ knows what’s goin’ on, he just got nothin’ t’say.”

“I was very shy when I was young.” Ford commented casually. He didn't feel like mentioning why. “If Tate is anything like either of his parents he’s very intelligent.”

“Oh, he’s so much like both of us it’s scary. Ya know Emma-May, so clever n’ quiet n’ such. Tate’s got all that. But he already looks so much like me! But he’s got his mama’s hair! N’ Santy Claus brought ‘im this fun little fishin’ game where ya fish for plastic fish with a pole with a magnet on it, n’ he loves it! I can’t wait to take ‘im fishin’ when he’s big enough! Ya really outta give yourself a break n’ come down for a visit, he’d move to see his Uncle Ford again.”

Ford’s face felt hot. “Perhaps. Spring is when a lot of anomalies are active and breeding, so i would prefer not to miss that, but maybe I could visit for a weekend before that…”

“Well, no pressure, I won’t assume anythang until ya tell me to, just know there’s always a bed for ya here.”

“Thank you, Fiddleford. The same for you and your family. The clean air will do everyone some good.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” Fiddleford sighed happily and perked up. “So! Whatcha callin’ for? Not that I’m not happy just t’chat, but ya never call.”

Ford laughed and shrugged to himself. “I suppose I don’t. I’m sorry.”

“No need t’be sorry, Stanford, just wanna know what’s up.”

“Well, I was hoping to get your advice on something.”

“Shoot.”

“Um… well…” Ford rubbed the back of his neck, unsure how to tell him this. “I heard some unusual sounds outside today…”

“What kind of unusual sounds?”

“Cracks, like lightning. And some faint yelling.” Ford answered. “I thought it might be a tree branch or a new anomaly to catalogue, but when I opened the door a young girl was standing there in the snow with no coat.”

“Heavens! Is she alright?!”

“She’s okay, no frostbite. She was cold, but after sitting by the fire, drinking some hot chocolate, and changing into some dry clothes, she’s okay now.”

“Well, good.”

“So of course I brought her in. I tried to call her parents, she probably got lost playing…”

“Sure.”

“... but she says she doesn’t have any parents.”

“Oh.” Fiddleford sighed. “Oh. Now, wait, are ya sure she didn’t just say that so ya wouldn’t call?”

Ford chuckled and said, “I first thought that too, but she looked too sad to be lying.”

“Okay, I see. Does she got somebody ya can call?”

“She says she has a brother, but he was out there, too. So he is probably out there looking for her and therefore nowhere near a phone.”

“Fair enough, okay. So, I reckon y’all are waitin’ for him t’come ‘round.”

“Yup.”

“Well sounds to me like you’ve handled this all pretty well.” Fiddleford said confidently.

“You think so?” Ford asked. “I can’t help but feel like I’m doing something wrong. Like I’m missing something. Am I doing something wrong?”

“Nonsense, buddy, you’re doin’ great.” Fiddleford assured. “Look here, ya can’t just leave a young gurl out in the snow t’try t’find her way home...”

“I agree.”

“... so ya really got one option n’ that’s t’keep an eye on her n’ let her in as a guest. N’ ya tried t’call, but nothin’. The best thang ya can do right now is be there for this lil’lady n’ just be kind t’her. N’ if nobody comes for her by mornin’, why don’t ya go into town n’ see if anybody knows her, then they can help y’all out.”

Ford nodded, then remembered that his best friend couldn’t see it, so he said, “Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. Thank you, Fiddleford.”

“You’re welcome. N’ hey, are ya okay?” He asked seriously.

“Yes, yes I’m okay. I just want to make sure I do this right.”

“O’course. I understand. Ya want me t’come down there n’ give a hand?”

“No, that’s not necessary. I’m sure Mabel will find her brother in the morning.”

“Mabel, huh? Well, if y’all don’t, please call me. N’ even if ya do find her brother, call me. Keep me updated.”

“I will. Thank you, Fiddleford.”

“Anytime, Stanford.”

~~~~~~~~~~

When Mr. Ford gave Mabel the remote for the old TV and went into the kitchen, she decided to use her awesome detective skills to figure out what year it was. If it was before Grunkle Stan lived here and opened the Mystery Shack, she must be pretty far back in time. But she had no way of knowing if it was 1999 or 2005 or the 50s.

The TV was old, but so was Grunkle Stan’s in her time. So Mr. Ford could have had this TV for a long time and didn’t want to replace it. 

Okay, so when was the TV made? Mabel didn’t know. Dipper would have known.

Okay, Grunkle Stan mentioned watching TV when he was a kid once or twice. So at least Mabel was when Stan was a kid, okay. 

Mabel turned the TV on and it was in color. Okay, so she wasn’t too far back in time. But the TV was playing a commercial for clear skin. The picture was gritty and all the people in it had puffy hair and long socks and oh my god was that woman wearing legwarmers?! Mabel grinned at seeing her favorite fashion on TV, but then her face dropped. When was she?

She tapped her chin and tried to think of how to know the date without being suspicious. She could ask Mr. Ford, but that might be suspicious. Mabel decided to start flicking through channels to try to guess what year she was in based on what was airing. A lot of shows were about cowboys, space, or game shows. Huh. Okay.

All the TV shows were definitely older. Nothing her dad would watch from when he was a kid, so if Mabel had to guess by everyone’s crazy air, the cheesy TV shows, and the music occasionally playing, she was in the 70s.

Huh. Okay. But she needed an exact year. So Mabel turned off the TV, saw an old radio on a desk, and turned it on to listen.

“... cuz it’s cold doesn’t mean you can't boogie, folks! So grab someone you wanna get warm with, turn up the music, and get your bodies warm in the coolest way possible! Here’s Night Fever, by the Bee Gees!”

Mabel grinned at the disco music. Her personal favorite song from these guys was More Than a Woman, but Night Fever would do. For a moment Mabel forgot her mission, jumped off the couch and left the blanket behind, and in the over-sized gray t-shirt Mr. Ford gave her while her clothes were drying, she danced along to the music, singing the chorus since those were the only words she knew.

“When you reach out for me. Yeah, and the feelin' is right,

Then I get night fever, night fever. We know how to do it! Gimme that night fever, night fever. We know how to show it!”

Mabel laughed at herself as she spun around in her socks and tried to do the point-and-hype dance she didn’t know the name to, but everyone did it when a disco song played.

Little did she know that Ford had returned to check on her, and was smiling at her as she shook her hips and waved her hair around and had fun. He leaned against the doorway and planned to let her dance in peace, but when she did a spin and saw him, she grinned and took his hand. “C’mon, Mr. Ford, come dance with me!”

Ford chuckled and shook his head. “No, no! I can’t dance!”

“You got two legs that aren’t broken?”

“Yes.”

“Then you can dance! C’mon!” Mabel encouraged, let him go when they were both in the middle of the room, and she started to dance again. “Don’t make me dance alone!” She even pulled an evil move and gave him puppy eyes. Rude.

Ford smiled slyly at her and hesitantly copied her boogie moves. It was true that Ford never liked to dance, but there was no one around but Mabel, and though he had only known her for an hour or more, he was sure she would never make fun of him.

And he was right.

“Wow! Look at you, Mr. I-Can’t-Dance! Yeah!” Mabel hopped on the couch, standing, and took Ford’s hand. “Here, I’ll spin you!”

Ford laughed and allowed it, doing a single spin, but then scooping her in his arms to dip her and then let her down, making her laugh as they continued to dance. 

“Alright alright, you crazy cats, that was Night Fever by the Bee Gees! It's a snowy day here in the heart of Oregon, with snow flurries coming in harder all night, but it should clear up by morning and be a fun day to go out and play! The date is January 26th, 1978 in case you gotta write a check or mail a thank you note to a friend or family member. I’m still writing letters for Christmas! We’ll be right back with some of your favorites after a word or two from our sponsors, so don’t go anywhere!”

Mabel stared at the radio. “Wow, 1978.” She breathed. Her parents were only kids right now, maybe only six or seven-years-old. Wow.

Ford chuckled. “I know, I’m still in the bad habit of writing ‘77.”

Mabel realized her mistake, but was grateful her host misunderstood her. “Me too.”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for dinner. How about some ramen noodles?”

“Yes, please! Can we play a game after we eat?”

“Sure. I don’t have many board games, but I do have a deck of cards.”

“Do you know any card tricks?!”

“A few.” Ford admitted, wiggling his fingers. “There are some advantages to having more fingers than average.”

Mabel grinned up at him and followed him to the kitchen for dinner.

[vrisrezis]

Hello again! I loved the fic you wrote for my last request!

I wanted to request another Cartman x reader where the 4 boys (together) find out that the reader is actually extremely smart. They were just hiding how smart they are because they didn’t want to seem like a show off like some of the girls. But they get in trouble because of their low grades and disruption of class with the boys. Thanks so much! :)

Cw for the usual cartman anti Semitic bullshit, r slur, also there’s kinda a mention of something sexual at the end bc yknow how this show is 😭

“Y/n L/n, Stan Marsh, Kyle Broflovski, Kenny McCormick, and Eric Cartman to my office immediately”

the five of you look at eachother for a moment. Kyle says “Dude what did you do?” turning to you and Cartman. You two being notorious for making complete asses of yourself in school. “Dude I didn’t do anything.” You say, “yeah sneaky Jew! I bet you did something!” “Fuck off fatass!”

“Okay guys, let’s just go and see what’s up. Maybe we’re not in trouble.” Stan reasons as Kenny agrees with Stan.

The five of you sit down in front of PC Principle. Getting in trouble with him is always a horrible idea. Something that you quickly learned from Cartman.

“I’m gonna make this quick. Y/n. Your grades suck.”

You raise a brow and the others look at you,

“Don’t their grades always suck?” Stan asked.

“Yeah, why does this concern the rest of us anyway?” Kyle butts in.

“Well, I’m gonna be honest boys. Y/n is actually a fantastic student. But I am getting reports they have been flunking lately. Because you BOYS are disruptive. You distract her. And I do not take lightly to kids not only fucking around in class, but also distracting people that could potentially be something someday.”

“Dude what? You’ve been smart this whole time?” Cartman asks, and you shrug.

“Listen PC principal.” You start, “it may be true that I’ve been kinds disruptive in class with them.. but that’s not why I’m failing! I’ve always been like this with them! I just don’t wanna be a show off like Wendy or something.”

“Wendy’s not a show off!” “Shut up Stan”

Pc principal sighs, “listen kid. Just get those motherfuckin grades up alright? You don’t have to be a show off, just do well in school and there will be no issues. Now get outta here.

As the five of you left, Kenny muffles “Dude that was so retarded” “I know. I’m sorry guys.” You sigh, “Dude whatever” Kyle says. “Yeah let’s just go back to class” Stan says and the others walk off. You’re left with cartman, and you look at him.

“Dude y/n that was so stupid for somebody that’s supposed to be smart you’re a fucking moron” “shut up fatass! You think putting butters dick in your mouth makes you straight somehow.”

[heavyhitterheaux]

Just read lil secret REE!! Omg you FUCKING ATEEE 🫶🏽 below I’m going to put some of my favorite lines from the fic:

Blanca- Um, I don't want to talk, I want to hands. Same gurl same 🔪

"She obviously doesn't want to talk to you, white boy." I swear we are the same person sometimes 😭 cause the term “white boy” really only comes out when we upset. THIS IS WHY I LOVE BLANCA!!

Shloob- Jack is having a mental breakdown. He loves you and he’s sorry for whatever he did. On the other hand, I can’t wait to meet you. He kept it short, sweet and simple, I love him 💀

2fo- Um, heyyyy. So Jack loves you and he’s sorry that he was an ass towards you. I added in that last part because if you’re ignoring him, obviously he was an ass. I love this simply because he called Jack an ass 🤭

Quiiso- I don’t know if Jack is lying or not about how you exist or if this is a prank he’s pulling on me, but he is in love with you and he obviously did something outta pocket which he’s sorry for. I just love this whole message, he knows nothing & THIS is the message of a confused & concerned friend 😭

quiiso: I.... and to think all of us thought her and Jason were going to get married. Instead of congratulating the couple, he brings up the dude everyone has been shipping her with FOR YEARS 😭 UNDER THEIR “INSTAGRAM OFFICIAL” POST and I just love that!

neelamthadhani: jackharlow I already knew, I was just waiting for you to say something. I just love when I don’t wanna whoop her ass!! And shes ACTUALLY supporting Jack & his girl.

druski2funny: well yourinstagramname if he messes up, you know where to find me. Somebody come get my boy Druski, mans has NO home training 😭 I swear he can be good, just needs a good women 🫶🏽

Anywayzzzz I loved this whole thing AND REE U NEVERRR DISAPPOINT 😘

Love you so so much boo and I live for your reactions lmao

Jack knew he had to get it together or lose his girl but either way Blanca was ready with Panchito to teach him a lesson 😭😭😭

She don't play about her best friend and had to let that white boy know 🤭🤭

Yes all of PG being supportive even if they had absolutely no idea what was going on

We stan

However Quiiso was definitely outta pocket for that comment lmao

And maybe just maybe I'll do a part 2 showing how Neelam found out 😌

And we need to find Druski a girlfriend so he can stop trying to steal everyone else's lmao

So happy you loved it 💕

[langdxn]

OMGGG PLEASE WRITE FOR STAN ✨✨🖤🖤

well if you insist...

off the record | stan bowes x reporter!reader

WARNINGS: pretty graphic smut, fingering, vaginal sex, pet names errywhere, trump mentions, dom!stan

WORDS: 2.9k (excessive but necessary)

A/N: 110% not proofread yet so apologies for any errors which i’ll fix tomorrow.

The hustle and bustle of 5th Avenue spared Stan the embarrassment of leaving a torturous meeting at work. Tumbling out into the chaos of the New York streets offered him the anonymity he craved after a confrontation with Matt, the ability to blend in amongst the faces that couldn’t recognise him from the next suited, briefcase-toting businessman.

Bursting out of the doors to Trump Towers, Stan dropped his briefcase and rinsed his face with both hands, pressing his fingers to his eyes in a vain attempt to wipe away the day he’d just had. In that moment, no eyes were trained on him, no pressure on his shoulders, no demands of his time.

That is, until a sugary voice broke the crowd’s monotonous buzz.

“Trouble in economic paradise, honey?”

Stan’s hands dropped to his side as he searched for the source of his interruption, eyes intently scanning the street until they fell upon you, leaning against the building’s opulent marble pillars at the entrance.

“Sorta,” he mumbled under his breath, a grimace gently tapering his lips as he gazed down at his shoes. In an attempt to avoid your attentions, he trained his sights on a particularly worn paving slab. His distraction worked right up until your heels clacked toward him and planted right on his slab, the smoke from your cigarette swirling in his peripheral vision — there was no avoiding you, no matter how hard he tried. Stan’s head raised to meet your gaze, his deep brown eyes betraying a sadness and insecurity he may never put into words.

“I hear Mr Trump can be a harsh master,” you goaded your victim into spilling his guts, taking a deep puff of your cigarette before blowing it back to hover over his brown curls like a makeshift halo.

“I... I wouldn’t know, I barely see him,” Stan confessed, grabbing his suitcase and nodded toward the street. “Now if you’ll excuse me, Miss.”

Time for drastic action. The brunette stepped toward the street, ready to dismiss this exchange and continue his day.

“I smoke out here to drive your boss up the wall, you know,” you called after him, booming over the hubbub on 5th Avenue. “Admittedly he doesn’t come out much, but that jerk-off on the 41st floor certainly reads me for dirt every Friday night. What’s his name, Matt Bromley?”

Stan stopped in his tracks.

“Oh, so you know him too?” You pressed, pacing toward him with a staccato clack of your heels.

“He’s my superior, or at least he pretends to be,” Stan turned to face you, that same pained smirk dancing across his cheeks as his voice cracked between sentences. “Be careful around him, yeah? He’s not exactly one of the nice guys.”

“You’re telling me,” you scoffed, taking another swift drag while tipping your head to the side. “Luckily if he laid a finger on me, I’d put it front page of the Post and he’d never work in this overpriced dump again.”

“You’re a reporter?” Stan’s eyebrows quirked, intrigued but nonetheless concerned. Should he even be talking to a reporter like this? Will every word that passes his lips end up on tomorrow’s front page? He shook his head to dismiss any suspicious thoughts, he certainly didn’t have the headspace for that yet.

“For now,” you admitted with a pout and an eye-roll. “Your asshole ‘superior’ tries to rectify that on a regular basis. Keeps telling my boss I’m soliciting outside Trump Tower instead of reporting. Always digging through my personal life and not coming up with so much as an overdue rental VHS. Someday my editor will believe him, but I’m on my last warning as it is.”

“Seriously?” Stan’s smirk grew more sympathetic with the realisation one more life was being wrecked by the man he had the misfortune of sharing a floor with. “That’s pretty crazy.”

“That’s Manhattan, honey,” you smiled warmly at him. “Don’t worry, I’m not doorstepping you, I just happened to be here on a tip-off.”

“A tip-off? What sort of—.”

Stan cut himself off on hearing the approach of a familiar obnoxious voice on a cell phone booming in the golden foyer behind your exchange.

“Shit, that’s Bromley,” Stan panicked, suddenly grasping your arm and leading you away from the door, casting your half-smoked cigarette to the kerb. “Let’s get you outta here.”

“My nameless knight in shining armour,” you chuckled to yourself, somehow instincively following his lead on the street until you merged with the throngs of passers-by. “Where are we going, sweetie?”

“My name’s Stan Bowes, and I have absolutely no idea where we’re going.”

———

“You don’t look like a Stan,” you mused at the businessman seated across the table from you, tapping your chin with a finger as you contemplated alternative monikers. “More like a... Colin? Peter? Yeah, you’re a Peter—.”

“Can we just... rewind here?” Stan interrupted, eyes darting frantically at your surroundings, scanning the faces at the other tables. “D’ya mind explaining to me why we’re in a Five Guys right now?”

“You’ll thank me later, toots,” you quickly dismissed his objection as you swirled your soda cup in your other hand. “You think your psycho friend from the 41st floor’s gonna look for you in a diner? He’ll go straight to the Plaza... or even Indochine. Never a Five Guys. Plus, I needed somewhere I can afford to pay the bill so the Trump Organisation expense account doesn’t feel the burn.”

A wordless nod and raised eyebrow from your company suggested his silent approval, but his hands idly toying with the burger before him betrayed his confidence in your genius escape plan. Folding the lettuce edging out from beneath the bun, tugging at the rings of onion and nervously picking the sesame seeds from the top.

“You never told me what your tip-off was. What were you doing outside my work?” Stan raised his manhandled burger to his mouth, daring to undo all the strategic dismantling he’d just put into action.

“Somebody told the office that the blonde egomaniac at the top of your food chain is planning to run for president.”

Stan nearly choked on his first bite, resisting the temptation to spit it out in shock. “You’ve gotta be kidding me!”

“‘Fraid not.”

“That... that can’t be true, he’s too busy with the plans to buy the Plaza two blocks away.”

“The Plaza?!” Your inquisitive voice changed pitch.

“Yeah, didn’t you know?” Stan screwed up his face. “Wait— you’re not gonna print this, are you?”

“I’m not here to rat you out,” You raised both surrendering hands in the space between you. “See? No notebook, no tape recorder, no agenda. It’s just me and you, baby.”

The brown haired man smiled warmly, visibly releasing the tension in his shoulders, comforted that he wasn’t being examined.

“So if you’re not here for business, why is a beautiful girl like you talking to me? I’m nothing special, I’m just a guy in an overpriced suit.”

Caving into the temptation to look him up and down, your gaze wandered to Stan’s hands, gently trembling as he held his burger.

“Because I like you, Peter,” you grinned at the sound of your company’s new moniker. “You and that suit. But you’re so much more than that suit, you know.”

“Eh, I’m not so sure about that. Matt doesn’t seem to think so either.”

“Screw what Bromley the office bully thinks,” you slammed the table with your palm. “This is about you. The guy who stopped to talk to a girl who looked like she was hustling outside your building, the guy who’s not afraid to sit in a diner with a total stranger to save her from his coworker. Face it, Peter, you’re one of the good guys.”

His lips tapered into a warm smile. “Thank you, miss, for not jumping to conclusions about me.”

“Don’t get me wrong, the pinstripes suit you. They’d look better on my floor, but...”

Stan immediately looked up from his food to your eyes, scanning for any sign of humour or any chance you were just trying to make him feel better.

“Did you just—?”

“I think I did!” You giggled, a hint of disbelief in your own words. “Is that a problem?”

Frozen in the moment, Stan just stared at you for a minute. His next move was exhilaratingly unpredictable, leaving your heart rate thundering in your ears, but something about the shimmer in his eyes suggested you wouldn’t have to worry.

“Peter, what’s wrong, did I—?”

You were cut off by Stan’s lips crashing into yours, lunging over the table and hooking a hand around your neck to draw you in. His kiss deepened with every second, dipping his nose into your cheek and moaning softly into your mouth. As you parted, his ear-to-ear grin beamed back to mirror yours.

“Yuppies don’t kiss like that,” you joked.

“You should see me in the bedroom,” he retorted with a laugh.

“Deal.”

———

Hollywood movies were right about one thing: sex in the throes of passion often starts in the same way — bundling through your lover’s uptown hotel room with your legs wrapped around his waist while he juggles his keycard, both peppering sloppy open-mouthed kisses and showering each other with distracted affection until he drops you onto the satin sheets.

Stan, courteous as ever, gently placed you on the sprawling bed without his lips leaving yours, crawling between your thighs before thinking how to undress himself. With both his hands preoccupied passionately lacing into your hair, you grasped at the hem of your dress to take it off yourself.

“Hold on, princess,” he muttered into your mouth, immediately untangling a hand to trace down your figure and met your attempts to hitch your skirt. “Let me strip you.”

Stan thumbed at the edge of the fabric, savouring the moment before you became so much more than a beautiful stranger to him, before slowly rolling your dress up, passing your neck and whipping it over your head to limit the time before he could kiss you again.

“Peter, are you sure about this?” You queried out of respect while casting aside his evidently expensive belt, tearing his braces from his shoulders and laying waste to his shirt buttons.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” he hummed against your lips between hot and ragged breaths. “And my name’s not fucking Peter.”

Stan made light work of yanking your panties down to your knees around him, unhooking them from one leg for quicker access and throwing the bundle of lace across the room, soon followed by your bra. In the blur of clothes flying, you tackled his suit pants down to his knees and slipped his silk boxers to join them. The less you thought about those silk boxers, the better.

With no clothes left between you, Stan pressed his bare chest against yours, his heart racing so fast it could burst out of his rib cage.

A needy groan erupted in his throat as he tore his lips away from yours, journeying to pepper heated kisses down your throat, sucking gently as his lips reached your collarbone and followed south to your breasts. While his tongue expertly swirled around one nipple, his hand travelled to the other and kneaded hungrily, gently rolling the hardening bud between his thumb and forefinger.

Your soft moan as he sucked harder gave him the signal to trail his fingers down your frame, his palm traversing the plane of your hips before he reached your exposed clit, tracing lazy circles around your bundle of nerves. Your back arched wildly into his touch, reaching a hand to wind into his brown curls when your helpless, urgent moans grew in volume.

“Don’t worry baby girl, I won’t leave you hanging much longer,” Stan whispered through a satisfied smile against your breast. “I just need to taste you first.”

His circling finger journeyed south to track around your folds, swollen and pulsing in anticipation of his next move. Slowly dipping the tip of his finger through your soaking entrance, your hips bucked upwards and instinctively widened your legs beneath him.

“That’s my good girl, spread yourself wide for me.” Stan’s eyelids fluttered excitedly, adding another finger inside your aching cunt and hooking both to graze your soft walls. His lips left your nipple so he could gaze at your form writhing beneath him, completely at his mercy.

His curled fingers pressed urgently into your walls, building an uncontrollable pressure within you and forcing your eyes to roll to the ceiling. Stan noticed you nearing ecstasy and immediately withdrew his dripping fingers, raising them to his lips and pressing them to his tongue.

“I knew you’d taste like heaven,” he cooed gently, lifting up to dip his head into your neck placing searing hot kisses beneath your ear. “Cat got your tongue, Miss New York Post?”

“I... I...,” you stuttered weakly, your whole body alight with waves of heat and anticipation you’d never felt before. “I...”

“You’re not usually this quiet,” Stan whispered. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I... need... you...”

He hummed contentedly, trailing his hand south to line the head of his cock with your throbbing entrance.

“What’s that, princess? You want me to fuck you?” Stan questioned with false innocence, a devious smirk plumping his cheeks. “You’ve been such a good girl waiting for me, I think you’ve earned it.”

In one smooth rock of his hips, Stan’s length slipped through your folds and bottomed out inside you. Your eyes journeyed to the ceiling as he filled you, spine arching recklessly craving more friction. He drew his hips back slowly, but his next thrust slammed his cock inside you so hard, you let out a hollow gasp.

“I know baby, I know,” Stan comforted you, curling his hips to ensure every thrust brushed the tip of his length against your deepest points and revelling in your squirms under him. “You’re taking me so well.”

Lost for words in the stars emerging in the corners of your eyes, you remained speechless as Stan broke down every single one of your weaknesses and turned you into putty in his hands. Jerking uncontrollably and sinking your head back into the pillow with every devastating thrust, Stan kissed your exposed neck and moaned deeply. Seizing his opportunity, both hands flew to lightly grasp your throat, his thumbs calmly resting on your windpipe — his aim wasn’t to choke you, just to hold onto you enough to assert his ownership of you, claiming you as you writhed beneath him. He leaned back to admire his work of unravelling you, possessing you.

“Look at you,” he hummed through a grin, not missing a single beat of his determined thrusts. “You’re so, so beautiful.”

Chasing you to your height of ecstasy once more, Stan’s staccato rhythm jackhammered into you at the same rate as the tremors consuming your body beneath his. Your vision of his bouncing brown curls above you started to fade behind the glittering haze taking over your mind. Fighting for consciousness, you stuttered a hollow cry for release as you approached your climax.

“Stan, I— I need to... I’m gonna cu—.”

“It’s okay baby, I’ve got you,” Stan reassured, wrapping an arm around your neck and pulling you into his chest as his hips grew frantic and sloppy. “Let go for me.”

With a deep growl and a final erratic thrust, Stan spilled against your walls, flooding warmth inside you that sent your head dipping into the pillows. His lips gently pecked your throat again as he poured his length back to the depths of your pussy, pushing his load as far inside you as possible.

Emerging from the depths of the pillow as you regained control of your legs wrapped around his waist, Stan slowly drew his hips back and slipped his length out from your swollen folds, his gaze dropping to your entrance as if making sure his cum wouldn’t drip out. Content that he hadn’t left any suspicious stains on the hotel sheets, Stan returned to gaze into your eyes and beamed from ear to ear.

“You... you called me Stan?” He quizzed while tumbling down to the pillow beside you, a puzzled eyebrow quirking beneath beads of sweat.

“You called me princess,” you retaliated with a joking tap of his chest. “I think we’re equal here, don’t you?”

Stan chuckled to himself and turned to face you, propping his head up with an exhausted, trembling hand. A palpable silence fell as he composed his next sentence.

“Was this, er... would you... can you...,” He stumbled nervously over his words; his assertive alter ego must have left as soon as he came.

“Cat got your tongue, Mr Trump Organi—“

“Stay.”

Your gaze dropped to your chest as you laughed it off. “As much as I’d love to, I got the feeling this was just a one-off for you?”

“That’s what I thought you wanted, too,” Stan confirmed with a quirked eyebrow.

Chuckling to yourself, you shook your head to dismiss all the worries that the dapper businessman would make you do the walk of shame once he’d finished.

“Then I’ll stay, sugar,” you beamed, settling into Stan’s chest as he scooped his arm beneath your head.

“We’ll get room service to dry clean your dress and I’ll drive you to work in the morning, if that’s okay?” Stan’s courteous streak had definitely returned.

You smiled broadly, nodding against Stan’s chest and swooping an arm around his waist.

“Besides, now you can tell me all about that presidential tip-off you had,” he quizzed. “Trump may be an extremely powerful guy, but he’s never gonna be president…”

[sinnergetreadymp3]

CHAMERON FIC CHAMERON FIC CHAMERON FIC

Uhhhhh I feel like I should give this a title but I have no idea what to call so uh, nevermind !!

Anyways,I finally finished the fic I said I was writing like,a month ago lol. All my Chameron stans out there this one's for u,I rlly hope at least one person enjoys this,I rlly enjoyed writing it !! Ok sappy stuff outta the way,here it is:

As rain pounded against the window Charlie sent what was probably the thousandth crumpled ball of paper across the room.

"Jesus Charlie,is your arm not getting tired?"

Charlie smirked at that, clearly preparing to make a dirty minded joke,but a thoroughly exhausted Richard Cameron was already one step ahead.

"You know what,forget I asked, you're gross."

Getting up from the seat at his desk and ignoring an indignant retort from Charlie, Cameron thought of the rest of his friends,out for the weekend. Todd and Neil celebrating their one year anniversary, Meeks and Pitts embarking on a two day road trip,for what they still claimed to be, entirely platonic reasons (although the rest of the poets were all too aware of the almost palpable romantic tension between them). Even Knox had found something to do with himself on this miserable Friday night.

And here Cameron was,stuck in his dorm with nothing but stacks of extra homework and his obnoxious roommate to keep him company.

Speaking of that obnoxious roommate, "Oh come on Cam,you're not seriously going to bed already,it's barely eight!"

"Shut up Dalton,I'm tired."

Refusing to admit defeat, Charlie sprung from his own bed into Cameron's, attempting to wrestle the poor boy from his comfortable position.

"Charlie,get off you psycho!" Cameron managed to get out, already laughter threatening to give away just how welcome his friend's childish antics were.

After a few more minutes of "fooling around" as Charlie insisted on calling it (mostly because of how profusely it made Cameron blush),the two boys lay breathless beside each other,trying desperately to think of something else to do that would ward off impending boredom.

After a few moments of comfortable silence,Charlie suggested,looking expectantly towards the ginger, "Wanna go to the cave?"

With extreme,mind numbing boredom as motivation, it was inevitable that Cameron would say yes. It certainly helped that Charlie was gazing at him with those oh-so convincing doe eyes of his. Charlie Dalton and his stupid,gorgeous eyes. And his stupid,gorgeous smile,which Cameron was abso definitely not thinking about as he got up and grabbed his coat.

The two boys trudged through the woods,bickering lightly when Cameron complained of the cold that Charlie apparently couldnt feel at all,but always with an unusually friendly air between them. Before long they were sat together in the middle of the cave,sharing an apple that Cameron had managed to salvage from somewhere (a feat Dalton was of course impressed by),and trading stories of girls and parties galore. In Cameron's case, the stories of girls were few and the parties were from years long before even middle school,so Charlie did most of the talking.

After a while though,the boys came to discussing their friends,and the luck they all seemed to have in finding each other so easily. Charlie, ever the romantic,made no waste of his extensive vocabulary,tediously lamenting on all the opportunities of love he had missed and the everlasting loneliness he was doomed to,all because his dashing knight in shining armour would never come to find him and-

"Why dont *you* just find somebody?"

Charlie,still sprawled dramatically over a rock ,and mildly offended at the interruption,indignantly questioned "What do you mean?"

"What I said? You dont just have to wait around for somebody to come find you and fall madly in love. Why don't *you* just find somebody?"

He thought for a moment,taken aback by the ginger's harsh words,but eventually decided to humout him for a moment.

"And where exactly do you suggest I find him then, hm?"

Cameron shifted in his seat,not expecting to be taken seriously and certainly not prepared to be giving advice. Especially not *this* kind of advice. Especially not to *charlie*.

"Well,uh," he looked up to see the other boy looking at him expectantly,with that ever-present smirk on his face that, oddly enough,made Cameron feel a little more comfortable.

"Maybe,you could,I don't know, consider that the guy you're looking for has been here the whole time?"

"Wow Cam,Pittsie and Meeks' radio must've really gotten to you. All those love songs have turned you into a big softie." Charlie joked,grinning and nudging Cameron playfully.

Through a soft laugh,Cameron continued, "No I'm serious man,I think you're making this whole love thing way harder for yourself. I mean- and be honest with me, what's actually wrong with the guys at our school?"

"Other than the fact that about three quarters of them are raging heterosexuals?"

Laughing again,Cameron replied "yeah,other than that."

After about zero seconds of careful consideration,he had come to a conclusion, "Well,I guess nothing,but I dont know? Cameron, I don't see how this changes-"

"It *changes* things because clearly you don't anything about half the guys at our school. And you can't write off people you don't even know." At some point, Cameron had gotten up and started pacing around,but with the end of this triumphant speech,he finally sat down,a little closer to the other boy than he had been before.

Charlie looked across at Cameron and was suddenly met with a wave of fondness. Weird,how all it took was to sit and talk for a while before someone you thought you near hated,started to feel like your favorite person in the world. And,was he going completely crazy or Cameron at his most comfortable, without the fear of a teacher lurking nearby,without the stress of constantly trying to prove himself,was he... A little..... attractive??

All at once,Charlie made a decision,partly to try and prove himself wrong,but also because hey,if Richard Cameron was the surprise love of his life,what better time to figure it out than right now?

"So how,sir Richard Cameron,do you propose I get to know all these charming suitors?"

Cameron, completely in the dark about Dalton's recent epiphany,was still stubbornly trying to explain how much easier Charlie's love life could be,if only he would let it.

"Well,maybe by actually talking to them? Y'know,kind of like,What we're doing right now."

"So,what you're saying is,*you* could be my knight in shining armor," he said with a smirk.

"Well,that's not what-"

"No,no it's fine,as long as we're talking about this version of you. Regular Cameron is kind of a buzzkill but Cave Cam is actually a kind of.... And I can't believe I'm saying this but,in here,like this...well. You're actually a little hot."

After this, overwhelmingly romantic confession, Charlie was certain he had completely stuffed it,and sure enough,

"Gee Charlie,thanks. Really makes me wanna ride into the sunset with you." To say Cam's ego had been hit was an understatement,but before he could make a swift exit from the cave and lock himself,alone,in his dorm for the rest of the weekend,of course Dalton kept talking.

"God,I'm sorry,that was, I have no idea why I said that. I thought I was being funny but out loud- god I'm so sorry," while he had initially been mad,seeing Charlie fucking Dalton blush (and because of *him* no less) was rather funny. And sure,a little cute. So Cameron decided to hear him out.

"Can I start over? You're not saying anything so I'm gonna start over. I,uh, I really do think you're hot. Like really hot. And not just right now,all the time,like that time we were at rowing practice and I started pushing you around and we ended up on the floor and I saw like,a single sliver of skin because your sweater had ridden up,and I couldn't stop thinking about it all day,which I thought was a little weird but then-"

"Uh,I think I get it,Charlie." Now Cameron was the one blushing.

"Uh,sorry. What I meant was,that I *do* think you're hot l-"

"As you've said"

"Yeah,yeah,but it's more than that. Like,when I realized we'd basically be spending the whole weekend alone together,I was actually sorta excited for that,even though I knew I'd just be sitting by you while you did homework the whole time,I like,wanted to do that. And tonight,I haven't talked like this with anyone who isn't Neil like,ever. What I mean is,I guess,is that,I think that uh,"

Deciding to lighten the mood,Cameron tried for a little sarcasm, "Wow,Dalton, stuttering? I must be superman or something."

"I'm trying to be romantic here Carrot top," Charlie said with a grin,

"Listen,I don't really know what I'm doing here,but I think it might be kinda nice if we tried having a little romantic weekend of our own. Just to try it. If it totally sucks we can pretend it never happened and the others don't have to know about it and-"

"Charlie."

"Yeah?"

"Relax," Cameron said with yet another laugh ,he didn't think he laughed like this since... Well,he couldn't even remember.

So with a radiant smile on his face,he said,"A romantic weekend of our own sounds amazing. Gotta warn you tho I'm not a great kisser."

"Well, lucky for you I am a great teacher," Charlie replied,with a somehow even bigger smile on his face than Cameron's,

"Why are you laughing,I *am* a great teacher!" Unfortunately for Charlie,his indignance only made Cameron laugh harder.

"I'll believe that when I see it."

"If you shut up and stop laughing,maybe you'll get to." After this was all it took to get the ginger to sober up, the look on his face pushed Charlie to make his final,but (in his opinion) most important decision of the night.It was high time he flirt with Cameron way more often (which was *very* difficult to explain to the other poets,at least the first time).

[dorki-c]

The three cups; ‘Cup of Curiosity’.

 Characters: Vil!Deku, (Reader), Brief mention of; Dabi, Mr.Compress, Shigaraki, Toga, and Kurogiri.

Relationship: Villain Deku X (Reader)

A/N: SO, now that this whole shit storm of a year is coming to an end, I decided to celebrate it by making a three part series of Villain Deku, because somebody (who ilsm) relates to me when its that time of day and we have Villain Deku brain rot. But this three part series was actually inspired by my own actions, so I gotta blame myself! XD

TW: Alcohol, intimidation tactic (If ya squint!), and lots of swearing (But this is me for crying out loud...)

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It was strange to be called upon by Deku.

Sure, Shigaraki called (*cough* *cough* bribed *cough*) you to his ‘meeting’ room to inform you of the following ‘errands’ you had to do- it’s mostly going to several over secret hideouts and torturing small-town gangsters who thought it was funny to fuck around with debts they owed to somebody who asked or hired (you didn’t pay attention to what it was called) a person from the LOV to ‘rough’ up the victim - but every now and then, it would be to go to GIran with Dabi, also known as telling Dabi not to be a fucking prick to our most trustworthy broker.

But the likelihood of Dabi not being a prick is below negative one hundred percent. So, don’t have anybody start on any solution to stop it, because you certainly don’t want any participation in the patchwork villain’s business.

Though, a clicking sound that vibrated and bounced off of the vacant corridor walls had reminded you where you were headed; Deku’s room. The room of a gentlemen (asshole), who commands us alongside Shigaraki (a wannabe leader compared to Shigaraki), and helps us get our weapons to assist our quirks (that’s actually Mr. Compress’s job in reality).

 Were you in trouble? There was no plausible answer to this sudden announcement. Though, what is surprising is that it’s probably the second time- in a month- this has happened to you.

Who even cares at this moment? Besides the main factor that everyone (besides you) knows the green-haired villain has a crush on your cold-hearted attitude and your mouth-watering body, it isn’t a surprise that he wants a bite outta you- considering the high frequency of times, you have felt somebody’s ‘laser’-eyes burning judgement and criticisms into your back every goddamn minute- as you swirl a shot glass of tequila when sitting in the bar area of the base, it all pointed back to a green-haired villain as Toga would gush over how he seems distracted because of somebody’s revealing outfit....

(I’m sure you can figure out who’s outfit it might have been.)

Creep. Hissed the back of (y/n)’s mind, when she sees those polished and distinguishingly clean silver door handles jutting out from the jet-black door. “Here we go again.” She muttered under her breath when grasping the unusual- is it even wrong to call it ‘unusual’- cold door handle and pushing it open.

There, he relaxed under the glamorous illuminations that spiced the boring white walls of his room- acting like a spoiled fucking brat. (You wished that you had a teleportation quirk like Kurogiri at this moment.)

Green bangs were swooped backwards to reveal a pair of verdant emerald eyes- where they had a thin line of twinkling smugness- as the top two buttons of his ‘designer crafted’ white blouse scantly reveals the edge of his collar bone alongside seeing a faint trace of the skin on his waist as his black trousers lightly tugged downwards helping the white shirt pop out ever so slightly from the waistline.

Even if he looked handsome, there was always a hint of jealousy and hatred for him. There was always going to be that hiss or venomous snap of your voice when you spoke to him because he had so much more than you or was it the power he held?

Nonetheless, with one of his legs crossed over the other one as it was held up by an armrest, Deku’s back hit the other armrest where his attention was gathered at a newspaper article and the simple curved glass of deep crimson liquid pooled peacefully at rock bottom.

As half of his body was covered by the shadow of his chair- which he arrogantly claims as his ‘throne’- the sleek black leather was delicately shined to his appropriate standard, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at Deku’s ridiculous sitting position. It's like he wants to be seen as an adult but instead ruins that image by acting like a child.

It’s not like he’s noticed you yet, maybe you should time how long it takes for the boy to see your impatient form tapping the lacquered brown floor with only the tips of your boots alongside hearing the metallic objects jingling- more like clanking, however, who gives a shit?

You didn’t have time for this, the mission that both you and Twice had to leave for was starting tomorrow and with all of your weapons needing a really good clean after last nights turn of events, Deku could really make effective use of his eyes to notice that somebody is waiting for him to speak.

Maybe it has been five or ten minutes? Maybe you should leave or maybe he finally noticed you. (Y/n) was already becoming annoyed with the sudden announcement, but now this shit? Does she need to call the manager or something- it's like she is receiving crappy service at a restaurant, which isn’t good.

The subtle- and very lazily- toss of the flimsy newspaper didn’t distract you from eyeing the male’s actions. Tilting his head towards the wine glass he was holding, an eyebrow quirked up in fascination of (y/n)’s impatience with a steady scowl crawling slowly against her lips- she just needs to stay calm and respectful- however, it’s becoming ever so difficult by each millisecond. 

“What do you want, doll?” Furrowed eyebrows created creases in her skin, “I should be asking you that question, sir.” He smirked, took a dainty sip from his wine, and moved his body into a normal sitting position.

God, she’s so enticing to anger and manipulate, it’s becoming more than a drug for him- its steadily on the route of becoming an addiction.

“My, my, doll face- I never knew you were feisty!” As he took another sip out of his glass, his head shook in amusement of your response but as well as in curiosity of your next response. “So what? I never knew you were an alcoholic,” Placing a hand on your hips, you continued, “yet, you have at least seven empty bottles of red wine- all of them being the same brand.” His, on cue, falsely offensive gesture- where he places his free hand on the crest of his chest and gasps- was presented to you as a way to ‘let go’ on him.

Whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean- you have no sympathy for him. “Now, are you going to tell me why I’m here?” Snapped (y/n), as Deku really knows how to push her buttons. He really does.

“Aww, that won’t be necessary…” Again, that smile of white but deadly opaque canine teeth was used against you as those broad shoulders curled inwards allowing a darken gaze of predatory domination where a thick glob of colourless liquid pushed against (y/n)’s throat to force itself backwards.

“I’m not playing your game, Deku.” A staggering step backwards betrayed your brave tone as you saw the last of the drinkable liquid pour downwards and a loud crash of glass elegantly shattering against the floor similarly to the elegance the man in the room carries around like a trophy.

Shaking his head in disbelief, it wasn’t till then that you swore you needed first aid assistance due to your heart bashing against each singular rib bone as it held a deadly sledgehammer. “I never said you were, doll face.”

Although he tried to get closer to you, the moment he placed both of his feet down on the floor is when your feet took you outside of the room and away from his reach.

“She’s so cruel…” Murmured the green-haired villain as it piqued his curiosity. 

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