#the way i cackled when kyle showed up

[llama-head]

Emory’s old friend (?) Kyle asked to stay over and Emory accepted. Kyle’s seems to like vibing by Grundle.

[writersdrug]

omg you mind holy wow i love your brain i would never come to lobotomize you omgomg by god i need more bartender!simon you recently mention, maybe abt how they interact and develop? idk i really dont care what exactly you write, i js need any words from you abt bartender!simon

Hmmmmmm I have some headcannons!

You show up for work thirty minutes early because you're NOT risking losing this job.

Simon sometimes lets you bang on the back door for a few minutes, yelling for someone to let you in, until Soap gets tired of hearing it and opens the door. Simon finds it funny.

You think Simon is the owner of the pub until Price comes in one day with cash for your tip payout. You screamed as soon as you saw him walk in through the backdoor, thinking you were being robbed.

Simon barely managed to swing into the kitchen and grab you around the waist before you pummeled Price with an empty beer keg.

Price later told Simon he thought you were a perfect addition to the team.

You do your tips at the end of the bar every night as Simon polishes the glasses across from you. Lets you have one drink on the house.

First floor is the restaraunt/pub, second floor is the pantry/walk-in fridge/office where Price does money work, third floor is the studio apartment where Simon lives (Price discounted it for him).

When it's slow, you and Simon and Johnny all take a smoke break in the alley out back - you don't smoke, but you talk to them while they share a cig, complaining about customers together.

You bring it up to Simon that you've noticed how Johnny always comes to the front of house when Kyle brings the new kegs in, "Simon, need ya to check somethin' - ah, hey, Garrick!"

Simon scoffs at your revelation. "Jus' now seein' that?"

You live ten blocks away from the pub and ride your bike to work. Simon let's you stuff it in the alley for safekeeping.

If you're feeling especially sporty, you pop in your earbuds and take your skateboard. Simon nearly had the breath sucked from his soul when he saw you zipping by the window the first time.

You mop front of house because Simon hates it. Simon restocks the to go boxes because you can't reach the top shelf where the overflow sits.

You tried to pour a lager once when Simon was busier than usual. After watching you attempt it, he banned you from doing it ever again.

You enter Pino grigio in the POS as "peeno greeshio" and Simon hates it, but you love the way Soap cackles from the kitchen when he sees it.

Kyle sometimes sticks around to help you drag the new beer kegs up the stairs, and he shows you how to connect them to the taps.

You're constantly begging Price to set up a Karaoke machine in the corner of the bar. He says when you can afford it, you can buy it.

You broke the soda gun once; you and Soap were frantically filling container after container with tonic water while Simon was on his back under the bar, cursing and trying to turn the water off.

Monday mornings are deep-clean days, and everyone has to participate. You're all wearing sweats and bleach-stained shirts, pulling out the stove, sweeping behind the kegs, dragging the mats into the alley to clean them, emptying the fridge and scrubbing the entire thing.

Simon doesn't like to think too much about how hot you look in your sweatpants, ratty t shirt, and sweaty, flushed skin when you're exerting yourself.

You're constantly thinking about how those sweatpants hug his hips, those muscles in his arms flexing, and the grunts he makes when he's shoving the stove back into its place.

Simon gives you full permission to return any nasty attitude the customers dish at you.

After you go home for the night, Simon often finds himself lying on his bed, one arm behind his head and the other hand on his chest, staring at the ceiling, replaying the events of the day - and they're all centered around you

[dumbbitchgalore]

tf141 hanging out together and finding out that old man!Price has a girlfriend 💫

The crowded pub bustles with the commontion of drunkards of varying degrees. Some slightly tipsy while others have decided to forgo their pants in the name of the King.

And then there's a group of men occupying a table at the corner of the pub. Simon with his balaclava on, Kyle with a cigarette between his fingers savouring the arcid flavour and Johnny ogling some girls on the other side of the pub.

All that was left was John, who makes his way to the table with four pints of beer. He sits down at the table with a grunt as he passes each on of the boys a glass. They all start chatting and catching up about everything's thats happened after Price's retirement.

Johnny begins to bitch and whine about the new captain saying how uptight he was critising everything the squad does that John would've probably turned a blind eye to.

John chuckles slightly, listening to them all talk about what's is going on with the taskforce. Despite the smile on his face, there is a bitter resentment inside of him, gnawing at him.

Useless, useless, useless

He takes a swig of his drink hoping that it'll calm his worries down. And lo and behold he receives a call from you, his baby. He smiles to himself and picks up the phone.

"Hey birdie, doing okay by yourself at home?" He asks softly.

That one sentence caught the attention of the other boys as they give each other quizzical looks. Who the hell could their former captain be talking to?

His mother, maybe his sisters? Nah, he wouldn't call any other birdie.

They listen to John's gravelly voice and breathy laughs as he talks to the mystery person on the phone.

What felt like hours to the boys and a few fleeting seconds for John, he hangs up and faces the group. He raises an eyebrow when he sees their faces contorted into expressions of confusion and curiosity.

"What?" John asks slightly defensively

"Who's the birdie, Captain?" Johnny asks with a tooth grin.

John shakes his head, "my girlfriend." he says in a matter-of-fact tone.

Their jaws drop to the floor. Shocked would be an understatement as to what they were feeling and thinking right now.

"You sure it's not schizophrenia, sir?" Kyle asks.

John huffs in annoyance. What the hell? Couldn't they just accept that John finally had someone in his life. A perfect little doll who patiently waits for him at home.

They all start to laugh obnoxiously, barking and howling as if they were witnessing a circus show. And John's irritation grew tenfold and he huffs a sigh of annoyance.

"Oi captain, why don't you show us a picture of your birdie and then maybe we'll believe ya. Or well just keep thinking that the sarin gas is still in your system." Simon says, followed by a cackle.

John rolls his eyes and opens his photo gallery and shows the trio a photo of you and him. The picture is of the two of you in bed, with you resting your head on his shoulder with a smile on your face as John is still fast asleep. Evidence of the previous night's lustful tendancies still apparent on both of them.

This time their jaws drop for certain as the tangible evidence is placed in front of them. You're beautiful, and that fucked-out, post orgasm face is something else. This isn't fair. How did Price get blessed with a beauty such as yourself.

Soap scowls and scoffs looking away and crossing his arms in annoyance. While Kyle gushes about how lucky Price his to hide his jealously rearing its ugly head. And simon simply stares at the photo with a discerning expression on his face.

John smiply smiles, his ego fuelled and his pride sky high.

"Well boys, I gotta get back to my doll. Maybe next time I'll bring her along." He exits the pub, leaving the boys all confused and jealous.

[myfamilycrestisthedemonofdeath]

Eh, fuck it, here's my first actual shit written

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Gimme a reader who is normally taciturn snapping and becoming spitfire.

Imagine you and 141 out for drinks at a dive bar, drinking enough liquor to drown your memories of harrowing situations away. Price and Ghost just chilling in the corner of the bar, drinking while keeping their eyes on the surroundings; Price keeping an eye on Johnny and Kyle who are becoming rowdy by the billiards table, and Simon is just quietly nursing a drink while watching everything else. You're a few stools away, wanting to drink alone, until some younger slob sits next to you, ignoring the irritated glance you threw his way and the prickly atmosphere you exude. Tries the usual schtick of getting you to go with him, promising good times and such. The 141 men immediately notice and are casually on standby to help, until you finally snap at the fucker who is trying to give you his number and address.

"If you're gonna give me an address, I'd rather take your dad's so that way I can go fuck him and give him a son who he will actually love, enough to teach little boys like you what the fuck manners are. And if you have a mom, I'll fuck her too", you say bluntly but loudly.

If you were paying attention on anything else but the guy, you'd hear Johnny and Kyle immediately cackling in surprised delight. Price, on the other hand, actually snorts his drink and sputter, spitting some of it out. Simon's face is of course hidden, hiding his grin but his eyes crease to show it, eyebrows raised to high heavens.

"If you're looking to just get your dick wet, I suggest you go cry on it, or fuck off and bother someone else", you continue, not allowing the guy to talk. "I'm not in the mood to babysit you asshole, so get off my face before I make you eat this bar", you growl out.

The poor fool is turning red, mouth opening and closing to get a word in, but before he could, you hear Kyle speak up, now beside you with a shit-eating grin, putting his hand by your shoulder and facing the guy.

"Listen, mate, she's not interested. You better scramble off before she grabs your balls and rips it off", he says, joy evident in his voice.

"Aye, Ah've see 'er do it, honest ta' God", Johnny follows up, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes, still somewhat cackling.

The appearance of the two big, burly men to your side seems to finally scare the guy off, profusely apologizing to them before running off. You get irritated, as it seems the boy really didn't respect you and only backed off because of the presence of other men.

"The both of you, fuck off too. I can handle myself", you tell them testily.

Kyle lets go of your shoulder, backing away while shaking his head with his hands up. "You handled it perfectly, but was just a bit worried he'd keep harrassing you regardless".

"Tha' was hot, bonnie. Never thought ya got the fire in ya'", Johnny quips. "Ah know ya ken handle yourself, so we'll leave ya to it", he adds, dragging Kyle with him back to the billiards table, both laughing.

You threw the both of them a withering look, and notice Simon helping John by giving him more napkins, John wiping his beard while coughing slightly. Both of them look at you and nod, traces of laughter and surprise on their face as you glower back at them before going back to your drink.

All four of them are very surprised at your outburst, knowing how you normally ignore passes like that to you. You don't know it yet, but you've now incited Johnny and Kyle into riling you up. John and Simon chuckle to themselves, enjoying your display of temper. All four are wondering how it is like to be with you, anticipating when they will get to see more of you out of your shell. If this is just one shard that came out, they can't wait to see more.

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I feel kinda embarrassed because I've actually never written a fic or drabble before

[karlachismylife]

Side note but Cerberus Ghost but it's hyena Cerberus

This thought graced me briefly a couple of times, but now that you said that out loud, why not make it into official first spinoff episode of the hyena 141 au?

I present to you hyena Cerberus!Ghost (and hyena task force 141) headcanons:

Tug-of-war 3 vs 1 as in every Ghost head gets to play with its own opponent out of other three boys at the same time. It's the only way they can have a chance against the mass of this huge monster, since whenever one of them tries to go one on one, he gets flung around with the piece of rope they're competing over. Yes, when they're in their human forms too. Hyena Cerberus!Ghost is a force to be reckoned with even more than normal hyena!Ghost.

Every head of the hyena Cerberus has a unique mane. The right one (the left if we're looking at him directly) is a hyena buzzcut basically, kept short and neat: it grows unevenly and quickly becomes patchy if he doesn't groom it that way. Just like with the skull shape (yes, I'm making it canon that it's not a natural pattern, but something he needs to bleach regularly, otherwise he'd have a normal cute hyena muzzle), Price is the one Ghost trusts to do that. When the fur gets too long and starts acting out, he comes to his Captain and sits patiently as John works the humming shaver, leaving a nice streak of short, thick and very fluffy to the touch fur. It's the softest out of the hyena Cerberus Ghost's manes, so it always attracts Soap's restless fingers - he buries them in the fluff, tugs and scratches, and that absolutely melts Ghost, even if he tries not to show it, since this scruff always gets particularly itchy.

The middle head has, on the contrary, the most coarse mane, it grows the longest, since it's not a liability (there really isn't a way to grab onto it in combat, the brave idiot that tries gets his hand chewed off faster than he can realize his mistake), and is striped, dirty blonde broken up with patches of brown along the long crest all the way to the back. It's the most extended one, too, going past Ghost's massive shoulder blades along his spine and slowly mingling with the shorter fur somewhere in the middle of his back.

Finally, his left head (or right if you look at him head-on) has something similar to his human hair: blond and wavy, so even if it grows as long as the middle one, it looks shorter due to the curls. It's Gaz's favourite mane, he never misses a chance to get his deft fingers into the soft strands and twirl them - or nuzzle into them and chew on them in his hyena form. Gaz also tried putting products into this mane, softening it further and trying to make the curls even more prominent, and Ghost got so pissy every time, grumbling and scowling all three mouths at Kyle, yet still allowing him to do it. If only because then he gets hyena!Gaz cuddling up to him and sniffing at the nice smells of the products massaged into Cerberus's hide...

Technically could easily be the most dominant one in the clan (until they get themselves a Queen, obviously), but requires someone's leadership over him, so never undermines Price's authority unless it's during play/train time and only without witnesses. If someone (probably a rookie, these dumb cunts always run their yappers without a single braincell active) even suggests a possibility of hyena Cerberus!Ghost overthrowing his Captain and taking his place, they get jumped by all the hundreds of kilograms of the beast, cackling at them menacingly in three voices, and cannot get up until Price calls his guard monster off.

Yes, he is extremely loyal. Ghost is in general the definition of loyalty, now make it cubic because of three heads, each with a more or less separate personality, even if they are still connected into one conscience. Complicated? No shit, but you don't really have to think too hard about it. At the end of the day, this is still Ghost, he is still a terrifying enemy and the best ally. And he has his human and hyena traits and moments just like anyone else.

Hyena Cerberus!Ghost is weak for ear caress just like normal hyena!Ghost. Reliant on hearing, he obviously demonstrates immense trust whenever he lets someone cover his plush round ears and massage them, turning him all putty and pliant, or, if it's one of the other hyena boys, lick and nibble on his tender shells, tickling them with hot breath and gentle grumbles. This is also a good way to ground him when he has a flashback or struggles mentally: cover all three pairs of his eyes and lavish some sweet attention on his ears, filling them with nothing but loving words and soft humming. No explosions or cries, no alarms allowed to go off in his heads. Only safety.

He loves to be cuddled. Any version of Ghost does, being the little spoon or laying cradled like a baby is that man's joy of life, he needs that safety cocoon, but if it's relatively hard to accomplish even with normal sized Ghost, hyena Cerberus!Ghost needs the whole clan to swarm around him in a mess of human and hyena limbs, all flanks covered and protected. When not everyone is available for a giant cuddle pile, whoever Ghost sees first, falls victim (literally) under his weight plopping on top. How come Soap is the one that gets squished the most?..

Only lets all three of his heads sleep at the same time when he feels completely safe, which isn't often, but having everyone dear to his big monstrous heart huddled around definitely helps. His right head (with the short buzzed mane) snores the loudest, but the middle one makes weird gurgling noises. It's okay though, just some trauma aftermath.

It's actually more or less impossible to put collars/collar on him because of the way his anatomy works, but it never stops everyone who loves him from trying. However, I recommend trying headbands (with bows or other season appropriate toppers - like soft antlers for Christmas or devil horns for Halloween). If you think a giant mass with three rabid, drooling, scowling snouts gets less intimidating with a pretty pink bow on the middle head, think again.

While he tolerates (hardly) headbands, he actually enjoys when you or Gaz braid tiny braids into his middle mane and put small beads or feathers or other little tokens there. He never says that, but he actually considers those lucky charms that keep him from harm.

Needs help with grooming. His mass and three heads partially glued together make it hard to reach some places on his hide, so it falls on his more than willing partners to do it for him. Everyone has their own style, with Soap being an absolutely unbearable playful menace about, Gaz going extra miles to pamper his Lieutenant and Price staying methodical, but extremely thorough. Hyena Cerberus!Ghost's hide is always in the best condition no matter what trouble he gets into, because there are people (hyenas) that love him. And will lick him clean of blood whenever he gets drenched in it.

Actually hates being alone. One-headed Ghost, human or hyena, already prefers to always be a silent presenсe in his partners' vicinity, but three heads and the jumbled thoughts, voices and other unpleasant experiences that come with those, make him even less of a loner than everyone thinks. Having Johnny talk/cackle all of his ears off is a much better alternative to being consumed with three separate inner monologues that sometimes take him to very, very dark places.

One of his (and everyone's in the clan) favourite things is to hug him around his partially grown together necks. Hyena Cerberus!Ghost is a thick boy, so you need to spread your arms veeeery wide to grasp all his might in an embrace, but it always feels like drowning in the softest, fattest, sweetest giant plushie. Three fluffy snouts nuzzling the hugger's head, low, slightly distorted purring coming out of three throats. Hyena Cerberus!Ghost needs love, and he is finally at the point in his life, where he has it in abundance.

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[dtrghost]

omg this is my first time requesting but TF141 with a reader whose love language is insulting them ( they probably insult her back 😭) thank you!!!

That is so me. Literally.

Synopsis: TF141 With a reader who just can't help but insult them, yes. This contains Johnny, Simon, Price, and dearest Kyle

Warnings: 18+ Content and references to smut, cursing, etc

Simon "Ghost" Riley:

Now with this guy, it definitely goes both ways. At first he was confused and rather offended with the insults you threw at him, followed by your head falling back to laugh at what he thought was him. You noticed how he got upset and quickly reassured him that you meant no harm by it and that it was just how you showed you loved him. He found it weird at first, but he accepted it, knowing that he meant the world to you and simply followed along.

"Hey Ghost, maybe if you weren't so ass at shooting we wouldn't have to do this stupid training exercise." He huffed, rolling his eyes at your wheezy laugh as you put your sniper down for a minute, cackling loudly and hitting your chest to get some air into your lungs.

"Right, I hit your cervix pretty when I was fucking you like a slag last night." You gasped, both of your cracking up even more as you gently shoved him. Now, there's a downside to your language, because god forbid you crack a joke about him that he didn't like, especially when he was already mad to begin with, like after a failed mission, he'd be sure to let you know just where your bad mouth would get you.

"Just like that, my perfect little slut." He'd moan, fucking your mouth and forcing his cock deep into your throat as you gagged and choked around him.

"Put that dirty little mouth of yours to better use."

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish:

He didn't get mad, he first gave you a puppy look, thinking you meant the insults you threw at him. But when you took your time to explain yourself, he'd laugh it off and gave you the go ahead. Johnny had nothing to be insecure about, he was hot, he had money, and he was the youngest candidate to pass the SAS selection, so he took what you said with a grain of salt.

"Weird they call you soap, smells like you haven't used any in days." He just chuckled, wrapping his arms around you with a wolfish grin.

"Alright lass. I'll let you have that one." You had been right at the time, he just got back from a mission where he sat in the mud for god knows how long and then had to lug his ass to the landing zone in the rain. Don't get me wrong, he'll bite back lightheartedly, but he loves soaking up your love for him, even if it isn't the most conventional.

But when he's not having it, you get to see the less light, funny side of him. He'd been fucking you stupid, pounding into you madly with his hand wrapped around your throat. You begged for him to let up, your legs shaking as tears rushed down your cheeks.

"Sorry lass? Couldn't quite hear ya. Mind tryin' again for me?" And he'd squeeze tighter to ensure not a word was heard from you.

"This'll teach you to behave darling. Remind you to address your sergeant properly."

Captain John Price:

This man is a DILF. Hot damn. To be frank, he's a laidback captain. He's not going to overreact and threaten to dishonorable discharge you for insubordination and disrespecting a superior officer because you told him he had a small dick. At first he was a bit surprised how comfortable you were insulting him with his rank, but if anything he liked it. He liked a challenge, though it was an easy one for him.

"You never react ya know. Why is that? The rest of the team bites back and you just, take it." He chuckled at your observation, shrugging and shooting a quick glare at the man who almost took a sit next to you at the bar you both occupied.

"I know you like the back of my hand princess. The insults you throw at those soldiers are far different than the ones handed to me. It's love princess, all it is." He then relentlessly teased you about the deep redness in your cheeks which you countered with eye rolls and mocking faces, because he was right, and he knew that. He analyzed everything you've ever said and done to him, how your body reacts, how your eyes portray every intention and emotion you're sending him.

But, just like the rest. Sometimes Price had to fuck the brat out of you. You'd made a comment, and he was having a rough day.

"How's the sex life then? Old man like him able to keep it up?" Soap joked.

"Some viagra wouldn't hurt. Maybe it'd actually get me to the yellow brick road." DAAAAMMMNNNN. Was the essential reaction. Of course you drew back and told him you were kidding, but the tight grip he had on your waist was a tell tale sign that he didn't like what he heard.

"You sure about that love? Don't wanna take it back before it's too late?" He whispered huskily into your ear. He knew you wouldn't, he knew you liked being his dirty little slut.

"That's it. Taking your daddy's cock like you were meant to. You reach that yellow brick road yet love? fuck sure looks like it, you've made a mess all over m'cock already."

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

You and Kyle fit perfectly, like a match made in heaven. It was like a challenge between the two of you on who had the better insults. He's incredibly intelligent, 500 IQ lookin ass. But sometimes you were just that much better, and he accepted that wholeheartedly, because at the end of the day, this was how you showed your love, and he wanted nothing more to embrace that.

Sometimes he'd even reward you. He'd get touchy (more than usual) and the day would end with him on his knees in front of you, worshipping your pussy and body like it's what he was made to do.

"I'm so lucky to have such a smart, clever girl like you. Fuck you're perfect in every way." And you were. Even if you could be the meanest fucker on the planet.

And that's it!! I'm sorry if it didn't meet your expectations or you had something different in mind but based off what I've read this is what I think they'd be like!! Thank you for the request @angieisbroke and I hope you enjoyed <333.

[kyuteflesh]

kyle “gaz” garrick / f!reader

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anotha one (much love to everyone who supported my last post 🫶🫶 ur the best). not the greatest i could’ve done, less serious this time, experimenting, barely proofread, just writing to cope. enjoy :p

more plot than porn tbh, +18

141 was finally home after what felt like an eternity.

you were close with all of the members but one: kyle garrick, otherwise known as gaz.

every time you all had plans together, garrick would be the first to tap out within an hour. tonight was the night you would figure out why.

“i have a question.” you announced, downing your second shot of tequila

“ohhh! getting serious now, are we lass?” soap exclaimed, nudging ghost who in return gave him a pinch on the arm. you could only purse your lips at him.

“go on. we’re all ears.” price replied. soap and ghost crowded next to him.

“how come whenever we go out, kyle never comes? am i that much of a dick repellent??” you huffed.

soap coughed up his drink. “far from it. honestly, he just has a wee bit of a problem.”

you weren’t sure whether you should’ve been offended or not by what he said. “and what in the hell does that mean?!”

“we all agree that you’re the bonniest l—“ johnny started, only for price to quickly cut him off in attempts to deflect the attention away from them.

“garrick fancies you very much!!” there was no way in hell he was gonna let a drunken soap spoil what they talk about when you’re not around.

…………..

“in what way???” you were flabbergasted to say the least.

“way to go, captain.” ghost grumbled, facepalming in the process.

“he told us that you were so attractive it was intimidating to him. he doesn’t wanna mess anything up, so he refrains from overstaying his welcome.” price chuckled between air-quotations.

johnny was having a blast, cackling and slapping his knee. “LORD HAVE MERCY! THAT IS THE HEADLINER OF THE CENTURY.”

several drinks later, you found yourself staying in a hotel room with the group. nothing going on besides friendly banter.

simon’s phone buzzed and everyone turned to him. “who is it? some girl from the bar?” soap grinned sheepishly. “would you shut the hell up for once? it’s garrick, said he’s about to be here.”

“about time that man shows up!” price and mactavish silently cheered together.

… so many thoughts in your brain right now. how were you going to act after finding out hes been crushing on you for how many years now??? you weren’t sure if you could deal with the anxiety of presenting yourself in this state.

that’s when you heard a knock on the door.

“well would you look at that..”

“that’s our cue, gotta go!”

“sorry l/n…”

and with that, simon opened the door for gaz, and the rest of them swiftly escaped. literally no time to process anything.

you looked up at kyle. “are they coming back?”

he shook his head and took a deep sigh.

“no, they aren’t.. i rented this room for us.”

flabbergasted x2. and he could tell.

“i know i’m practically a stranger to you, i apologize. however, i’m determined to change that.”

he’s not a stranger to you. you know tons about him due to soaps big mouth, and the times where he would barely speak– because other little fun facts got tacked on from there by the group messing with him.

honestly, that’s what draws you to him.

you weren’t gonna say that. you haven’t said anything.

he sat down next to you, taking yet another deep sigh.

“i don’t want you to think i dislike you, and i’m sorry if i made it seem that way. i really like you y/n, and i just never knew how to go about dealing with these feelings. i thought they would go away if i distanced myself but t—“ you pressed your lips to his. kyle’s eyes widened, but he promptly snapped out of it.

he wasn’t about to fumble a second time. he’s been waiting for this moment forever.

it didn’t take long for it to turn into a heated make out sesh.

he put his hand on the back of your head, gently weighing you down to the bed. he was on top of you, kissing down your neck.

gaz parted away from you for air. “is this ok?” he asked, toying with the bottom of your shirt. he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable in any way.

“of course it’s ok. you can do whatever you want with me.” you giggled.

he slipped a hand up your shirt, caressing every inch possible. “these already feel so nice. i wanna see them bare.”

your face turned a light shade of pink, “you first.”

gaz took his shirt off without any further hesitation. he wasn’t the bulkiest of the group, but he still had a nice, toned figure.

that was enough to really get you going. you followed along, straight to the point too considering you removed your bra prior to his arrival.

“bloody hell.” he leaned his head into your chest.

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing at all. you’re absolutely breathtaking.”

(SO INTO BODY WORSHIP CHANGE MY MIIINNDDDDDDDDDDDDAGHHH) gaz wasted no time sucking and kissing on your tits. his hands were wandering for a good minute before he started to travel towards the burning heat between your legs.

after finally getting your skirt and panties off, gaz took a moment to admire his prize. “such a pretty fuckin pussy.”

he started to gently massage your clit, gathering your slick to help. “all of this for me? i’m truly honored.”

“hush up already and do somethinggg.” you begged.

“aw, needy all of a sudden? where’v you been keeping it all this time?” he began to stick two fingers inside of you. “whatever you say, luv.”

he was eating you out while making sure your hole got attention too. curling his fingers, going at a generous pace. “you taste so good. need your mouth on my dick at the same time.”

kyle laid down, and you got on top of him nearing his cock. he started to lap at your cunt again, returning to his previous tempo as his digits pumped in and out.

you squeaked, starting to work his dick with your hand. you took the tip into your mouth, licking the mess of precum that was left because of for you.

as much as you’d rather have his dick inside your pussy, something about the both of you being pleasured orally was insanely hot. enough to help your climax build.

“more, please.”

“more what?”

“add more fingers. i need it, please kyle.”

practically fisting you, he had four fingers inside you now (rookie numbers tbh). you on the other hand, were gagging on his dick. you could feel it twitch with every gurgled moan you let out.

“i’m gonna cum” he choked out. this man is one hell of a trooper. a munch if you would.

“i wanna cum on your tits. just need you to finish first.” he flipped you over, back on top of you. two fingers this time, but it was enough.

“right there. don’t stop-!” you were struggling with words. squeezing his free hand. so focused on the intense feeling you didn’t care about who could’ve been hearing you.

you finally let yourself go. face glazed with sweat and spit. kyles was 10 times worse. hot tho.

kyle was eager to cum. after giving your pussy a final kiss, he started to work on his own release.

hovering over you, he continued to jerk himself off. you pushed your boobs together, anticipating the sticky coating. he groaned in response, getting shakier by the second. without any word, he finished all over your chest.

“have you gotten over your little crush yet?”

“for fucks sake. definitely not.”

[ky0endul4yne]

𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 ,, ‘ for eternity

The Task Force 141 shows their adoration for you in ways that they only can.

tags ; Fluff, Ghost being Ghost, Soap is a lovable idiot, Gaz is just a sweetheart, Price is (gegrhwvrhehe I love him so much it makes me cry) such a romantic, this is just me and my agenda of staying delulu is the solulu, reader is gn, domestic life, mentions of previous operations (that I made up), and tooth-rotting fluff, my bad y'all English is not my first language,,

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐒 — Kyle “Gaz” Garrick.

Gaz lures you in as he embraces you from behind, snuggling his head gently onto the crook of your neck, taking in the comfortable scent that eases him to just relax, be calm—he feels at peace with you, he loves moments like these where he could see you smiling at him, calling him by his name with the sweetest of tones like it's a pleasant harmony.

When you saw him knocking on your doorsteps from before, he looked like a lost puppy seeking out its owner—he was excited to tell you that he finally had a break after he went through some,, missions that he would rather not discuss about. Of course, you being the sweetheart you are, you only invited him just in time for dinner.

He lets you wear his trusty cap that he had with him always, complimenting you on how you looked good when you wear it, fully convinced that you should take it.

“Y'know you remind me of a lot of something,” he says in your ear with such a breathtaking voice, it makes your heart skip a beat every time he does that. “On my way home, I thought I would stop by at a shop, and then I brought you this.”

He pulls a bouquet of beautiful and vibrant sunflowers; he has this charming smile with him to fully convince you. He is such a dear to the point that you can't say the words that would suit how much he's so caring for you. “These sunflowers remind me of your personality and yourself, you're so warm.”

“I love these,” you say to him, he gives you the bouquet and kisses you on the cheek. “And I love you.”

And I love you.

It's enough for Gaz to be head over heels for you in an almost repeating cycle—he can't help it! He is a lovestruck man, he loves you more than anything else, if you wished, he would tattoo every single word of endearment that you say in his body as a sign of commitment, but then you would just cackle at the sight of it and tease him endlessly.

He guides you near the windows, the sun begins to sink down—giving a stroke of beautifully weaven colors of pink, orange, yellow and a slight tinge of red in the sky—it's astounding, sunsets have always fascinated you.

“They also remind me of you, love,” he says at the moment. “You're so vibrant, colorful, fun and I can't absolutely trade you for anything else—I really love you, [name], I really do.”

Facing the sunset through your square-shaped windows, he pulls you into a romantic kiss, he swears his promises to you of a beautiful life and a little bit rowdy one with him, because these moments are just blueprints of a greater masterpiece, ready to be made and to be seen by everyone else.

[atty-goldstein]

Just finished watching NPMD and here are my observations:

Oh starting right away with Richie's death

OHHHH It's the first time we actually hear Lauren and Jon sing together, even for just a lil bit

The Watcher World callback with the hammer and the phone

Every Mariah character: MY PICTURES ON MY PHONE, Me: gurl back it up on Cloud

Awwww Ruth

That one person who cheered louder than anyone else when Pete stood up for himself

Everyone collectively going "awww" when Pete shows up with the black eye

The Chasitys have such a cute color scheme. Would wear. But like. Mark's outfit has such gay vibes tho. Like. Stereotypical gay outfit.

Pfft that one person who cackled the Loudest during the dinner scene

Max, climbing in the tub with his jeans on: *vine voice* He's washing him and his jeans. He's washing him and his jeans.

Oh Mark showing up after Dirty Girl is literally like that scene with Hanschen during My Junk in Spring Awakening.

LISTEN. About two years ago, I was watching SAF and my dad looked over my shoulder AND HE THOUGHT JOEY WAS LIN MANUEL MIRANDA

Max: I'm gonna kick your ass!, Me: *Ted voice* Not his head

Wait. But his reaction to the prank is so wholesome and precious actually.

Gurl. Just let it stay an accident and destroy the footage instead. Don't be stupid.

I remember saying Bryce as Brenda. Glad that it happened.

Hatchet Town is basically just "Your Fault" from Into the Woods huh

Pete and Ruth sound a lot like Scrags and Esther ngl

I love Kyle. Himbo dude.

The shift when Clivesdale is introduced.

The way everyone also awwed when Richie got appreciated. I don't think a show goes by without Jon's character being loved

It's interesting that the hs kids don't want to be mean and aren't inherently mean, they were just pressured into being mean

Ohhh. He got bedazzled. Like Edward Cullen.

I want the cast recording so I can hear Jon and Will sing at each other more clearly

Boy Jerry's a reporter? I mean sure, I assumed they have jobs when it's off-season for camp, but I didn't expect journalism

What does Bryce's character know about Boy Jerry's murder spree tho?

Everyone's talking about Boy Jerry throwing Girl Jeri under the bus, but not Dan agreeing with Boy Jerry in accusing Donna

Hatchet Town is just Your Fault from Into the Woods huh

Steph protecting Ruth parallels Steph looking after Hannah

hc that Joey's character in the bbq monologues is whoever played Joey's roles in the Hatchetfield production of TTO

Jon's delivery ohmygod lmaoooo

Oh and Mariah's character, Caitlyn/Kaitlin, feels like a mini Zoey

Ruth sweetieeee you are so brilliant

Ruth having a mushroom on her shirt like the "I'm a failure" meme

The way they pull off Max's teleportation is so so good

Kim is the queen of horrified screams now

YESSSS HE SAID THE MIRANDA RIGHTS he ain't got a warrant tho

Considering tgwdlm was 2018, and it's 2023 now, then it HAS been FIVE YEARS since Peter asked for his hot chocolate from Emma

GARY PUPPY PAID ATTENTION WHEN HE HEARD PAUL. Because of he still recognizes Jon.

Pfft Paul having more balls than Pete

Okay it's vague enough that it can be interpreted that Paul doesn't die. I didn't think Emma would do the Linda screech tho. It's always enough to startle and disorient tho.

THE COSTUMES THE COSTUMES I LOVE THE COSTUMES

Oh I have a theory behind what Tinky says. But it's going in a separate post

The LiBs going "WE DON'T WANT YOUR PHONE"

In Once Upon a Time, it is customary to give up "the thing you love most" in exchange for extremely powerful magic.

Ahahaha as a Catholic I can confirm that Grace's opinion on Catholicism is mostly correct

I feel like if Pete did die, it would prevent him from turning into a horny bastard like Ted tho. Which may potentially save him from Tinky

And Pete letting himself get shot to save the woman he loves, would parallel Ted's sacrifice in Ape Man

That one person who very audibly goes "WHAT THE FUCK" when Max takes the bullet for Pete

Grace saying her type is dudes who come back from the dead. And I'm like. "AND THEY'RE BOTH RIPPED AS FUCK"

Annnd now the tables have turned on Joey after eating Sally out in the choir room.

Aaaat least she can't get knocked up?

Where'd she get that cigarette tho

The hair flip that accompanied the spin

GARY PUPPY CUDDLED UP TO THE LAPTOP WHEN HE HEARD WIGGLY

Kim's teacher character is so cute

The "awwww" when Pete and Steph came to homecoming together. Also Pete's bow tie will always match whatever Steph's wearing

Are we all in agreement that Jon and Will's homecoming characters are dating?

Grace. YOU ASKED.

Hmm. A soul-sucking spell especially targeting guys? Sounds like what Sheila had.

"Guys who came before"? Who else did she hook up with between the ghost's death and homecoming?

It's the return of Angela's iconic witch laugh

But Grace how long is that gonna work out for you. You gonna eventually use contraception? Have magic contraception? Or eventually get knocked up? Just sayin'

[deeptrashwitch]

Preparation and parties

Tiala (@islandtarochips OC): Why are we doing this again? *accomodating her dress*

Alicia: Me? Intel *braiding her hair* you? Your objective is here, isn't it?

Tiala: And Maya? And what about...her? *pointing at Xiao Chen*

Maya (@justasmolbard OC): I'm here to abduct a person of interest *tying her hair*

Xiao Chen: I was bored and you always give me good moments, right darling? *smiling slightly*

Tiala/Maya: *looking at Alicia*

Alicia: *looking at the sky* I know I've been a bitch, but this is too much

Maya: Anyway, the party will start soon

Xiao Chen: I have something that'll help you

Alicia: ...What's the price?

Xiao Chen: None! I like these girls!

Maya: Is...that better or worse for us?

Alicia: At this point I'm not sure

Tiala: Ah shit, what a great way to do this *rolling her eyes*

*They end up with something each one. Tiala with two disguised daggers, Maya with a syringe filled with a powerful sedative and Alicia with a second karambit*

Alicia: I hope we don't end doing God knows what...

*When they walked outside the changing room...*

Luke: *laughs* You look like wet cat with that expression *wheezes* oh I need to take a picture-

Alicia: Fuck you *showing her middle finger*

Maya: I love this dress! *happy and spinning* oh wait, wait, uhh...not a good idea, ugh now I'm dizzy

Tiala: If you dare to laugh, I'll kill you *hisses towards Kanoa*

Kanoa: I don't know what you mean ehehehe

Tiala: Can I kick him?

Alicia: Not yet

*Suddenly they hear how something crashes against the door, making everyone turn and look what happened*

Alejandro: Mierda! *holding his nose*

Rudy: Got distracted, huh? Who would have said that, Colonel? *mocking him*

Alejandro: You shut up, I saw your face when you noticed Maya!

Rudy: ... *blushed*

Gaz: At least I'm not the only one *relieved and blushed* welp, I guess I wish you luck! And umm, I-i'll go to the comms room, see you! *runs away*

Maya/Alicia: He's having a crisis

Tiala: *groans* Kyle...

*Alicia walks towards Alejandro, cupping his face to take a look at his nose, a bit worried about the smack*

Alicia: You good, cariño? *smiling softly and caressing his cheek*

Alejandro: ... *gets flustered* I-i... *ends up running away*

Luke: *wheezing again, leaning into the wall to try and breathe again* I seriously need to tell Jackson about this *cackling*

Alicia: Don't you fucking dare, lil' shit! *pointing at him*

Xiao Chen: So this is THE one *giggling* I'm interested

Maya: Rudy? Ruuudy! *trying to make him react*

Tiala: He doesn't seem like he's here *sighs* we should go now

Alicia: Let's get us a car

Xiao Chen: I already did it

*cut to a lot of hours later, the four of them get inside covered on ashes...but without any wound*

Tiala: ... *with a frown and the disguised daggers in her hand, stained* Never again, leave her outside of this! *pointing at Xiao Chen*

Maya: *dragging an unconscious person* At least we have what we need *with her hair made a mess and part of the skirt ripped* what a fight that was!

Alicia: If you weren't necessary... *hissed with her dress stained and without heels*

Xiao Chen: *giggling* Calm down! You have the intel, darling!

Alicia: And you fucking burned the place and a person!

Xiao Chen: You needed a distraction, I did it *smiling with craziness* they were in the way

Tiala: ...Where did you find her? She's insane!

Alicia: Wraith's fault *sighs*

Tiala: Whatever, just keep her away from me

Alicia: Gladly

*Meanwhile inside the comms room, Gaz, Rudy and Alejandro were watching in absolute silence. The three of them absolutely blushed*

Kanoa: Are...they alright?

Price: Probably not, they are looking at them like idiots. Lovesick idiots, with...some surpring likes

Ghost: Like you with Aly

Price: Shhh

Jackson: So that's what you meant... *raising an eyebrow while Luke was laughing in the background*

Luke: This is an amazing story! I'll hold it over her FOREVER!

Jackson: She'll kill you

Luke: Still!

Soap: Mate, you good? *poking Gaz with a pen* nae, we lost him

[cardcaptorsakura96]

Taxes, Taxes, Taxes- Chapter 25

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Kara Danvers, Clark Kent, Samantha Arias, Lena Luthor, Lillian Luthor, Ruby Arias, Oliver Queen, John Stewart, Diana Prince, Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen, J'onn J'onnz, Alfred Pennyworth, Lois Lane, Cat Grant, Lucy Lane, Damian Wayne, Felicity Smoak, Streaky the Supercat, Martha Kent, Selina Kyle, Talia Al Ghul, Lucius Fox, Maggie Sawyer, Alex Danvers, Jason Todd, Otis Graves, Lex Luthor

Summary: What if superheroes had to pay a property damage tax every time they had a fight in the city?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24

Lillian walked into the dining room while carrying the main dish for tonight’s dinner: roasted chicken. She was surprised to see Lena walking around the dining room table like a mad woman adjusting silverware and chairs while Sam and Ruby watched over to the side shaking their heads. 

Lillian stopped near Sam and Ruby and said softly, “How long has she been like this?”

Sam said, “She has been like this for about an hour now. Ruby and I offered to help, but Lena swatted our hands away from the table.”

Ruby pouted and said, “She said that everything has to be set right on the table. I’ve helped set the table before.” Ruby turned to her grandmother and said, “I thought you told me I was a good helper with the table last time.”

Lillian smiled while kissing Ruby on the forehead. 

“You’re a wonderful helper.”

Ruby looked at Lena pouting and asked, “Then why doesn’t Auntie Lena let me help set the table?”

Lillian stared at Lena for a second fusing over the silverware on the table. 

Lillian turned back to Ruby, smiled and said, “Sometimes, people get a little carried away when they are trying to impress someone that they are in love with.”

Ruby looked over at Lena curiously and asked, “Falling in love does that to you?”

Sam chuckled and said, “Sometimes it does.”

Ruby muttered, “Well, I hope that love never does this to me.”

Sam chuckled.

Lillian smirked and said, “I don’t know why you are laughing. You should know better than anyone that love can make us do crazy things. I remember a certain someone having us sit through them trying on thirty outfits before their first date with Lucas Johnson during their senior year of high school.”

Ruby looked up at her mom curiously and asked, “Why did you do all of that?”

Lillian chuckled and said, “She wanted to have the perfect outfit. Even though the majority of the stuff she showed us was a variation of the same look.”

Sam groaned and said, “I thought we agreed to never speak of that again especially after Lucas turned out being such a prick.”

Lillian kissed Sam on the forehead and said, “I am just trying to let Ruby know it is normal to have feelings like this is all.”

Sam pouted and said, “At my expense.”

Lillian smirked and said, “Well, think of it this way, you will have a chance to do the same thing when Ruby has a son or a daughter.”

Sam sighed and said, “I don’t even want to think that far now. Ruby is still my sweet little baby.”

Ruby groaned and said, “I’m not a baby anymore.”

Sam smiled and kissed Ruby’s forehead and said, “You will always be my baby.”

Ruby rolled her eyes. Lillian cackled as she placed the chicken on the table. She then went over to Lena who was still fidgeting with the silverware.

Lillian placed a hand on Lena’s shoulder and said, “You know that we got everything covered. The food is ready and the table is set.”

Lena looked at her pouting and said, “Everything needs to be perfect tonight. There is so much left to do and to add to that, Kara is bringing an extra person.”

Lillian chuckled and pulled Lena in for a hug and said, “You worry too much. We were aware of the extra person coming tonight so there is enough food for everyone. The only thing that is left to do is to place all the food on the table.”

Lena looked at the table and said, “Maybe, I could turn that fork just a little to the left.”

As Lena went down to reach for the fork, Lillian grabbed her hand and started to pull Lena away from the table to the living room. 

“Hey!” said Lena said loudly.

Lillian guided them over to the coach and pulled them down. 

She turned to Lena with a soft smile and said, “You need to calm down.”

Lena looked at Lillian dumbfounded and exclaimed, “Calm down!”  Lena said louder, “Calm down! How can you say that to me? I am meeting her family for the first time. Her only blood relative absolutely hates me with a passion.”

Lena looked down while wringing her hands tighter and asked, “What if the others hate me too?”

Lillian pulled Lena in for a hug and Lena leaned into the embrace. Lillian rubbed soothing circles on Lena’s back. 

“I think this has to do with one person in particular.”

Lena sniffed and asked, “Why do you say that?”

Read the rest on AO3

[streets-in-paradise]

The Original Child - Andy Barclay x Ray Reader ( requested)

Requested by @ssbptigers, based on this ask

Warnings: Posted on mobile Few editing and proofreading ( english is not my native language)

Note: Some aspects of timeline and canon events were changed to fit the request. Reader is Chucky's little sister, born when he was a teen. He ended up on the boarding school for the consecuencies of early criminal behavior and she was alone with their parents when the home invasion happened. Chucky took care of her once he turned 18 and he died at 25.

Tags:@losersclubisms

Even since the victory in Harrogate Chucky seemed to have frequent strikes of bad luck. Not only his most dreaded enemy got out, he was getting closer and closer to his plannings. As if someone who knew and resembled his thoughts would be guiding them, Andy and Kyle always had precise ideas on where to find him.

Keeping the prisoner head was helpfull, but they were also counting on someone who knew him better than them. His little sister, his first kid. The one he thought lost since the fatidic night of his death.

Loosing him was hard for you, but even worse was finding out he came back and never searched for you. An unforgivable betrayal followed by a terrible realization. Charles taught you to kill, but never why to. You have done it to survive, but the targets of his comeback had nothing to do with that.

Children, the urban legend of the killer doll was surrounded of faces that reminded you of the little child he damaged and abandoned.

One cold night, exactly like that one in Chicago, some of those faces became people to you. Two of them managed to find you, a short dude and a blonde woman that were not fully aware of what that meant.

They had no idea of who you were, but they wouldn't stop staring at you. Overhearing their talks with other people gave you an idea of what they wanted, but at that point that didn't make it less intrusive.

" HEY, THE FUCK YOU ARE LOOKING AT?? BACK OFF!"

You carelessly lightened a cigarrette, hoping they would get the message.

They didn't, the man in particular seemed to have no interest in giving up.

" Do you know Chucky?"

Intense staring crowned the tension of the moment, the peak of it when you blew smoke to his face. Kyle thought you were the most disgusting woman she had seen in a while, but something else caught hers and her brother's attention.

You turned back cackling, demonical sounding laughing they would recognize anywhere. Their first instinct was thinking you were posessed, but a Chucky wouldn't have walked out without trying to cause them any harm

"Wait! " The man followed you, desperately trying to convince you of talking. " You know him! What did it happen? What has he done to you?"

Chucky took away your life and he left you without a chance. Your life went downfall since you killed two cops while trying to escape from his hideout back when you were just a kid.

They should have never allowed him to become your guardian in the first place.

" Why the fuck you care?" You cutted off the stranger before he could keep throwing any more questions. " You don't. Stop acting like the good samaritan, that shit ain't gonna work with me. "

" We do care." The woman followed." We know what you have went through, we have been there. "

You laughed again and you couldn't help noticing their particular reactions to your chuckles.

" Save it, blondie. You have no idea. "

" Where you made an orphan? Is that how you ended up here? " She insisted. " I have been one all my life, i know about fighting to survive. My brother over here, i got to know him when Chucky made him a temporary orphan. "

" My mother ended up in an asylum because of him. " He concluided in a heartfelt tone. " More kids are on the way of getting hurted, abandoned or utilized. They need our help."

You followed in the name of your troubled childhood and the resentment towards your brother kept growing. Andy and Kyle showed you many things about him that resonated with your experience in the suffering of other children. It made you think that to Chucky you were nothing but an experiment. His prototype of subservant kid, he tested in you all the manipulations he perfected with the others.

For the first time ever, you were arround people who had a close idea of what it was to be raised by him. Andy had some troubles understanding your initial apathy, why you haven't done nothing about Chucky in all those years. Neither him or his sister knew the truth of who you were, since you gave them a fake name with a fake story making you seem a more presentable victim. They never questioned it and the hunting duo became a trio. Your help brought a productivity increasement, but the hunt also got you closer.

He got under your skin, more than what you could have dared to admit. Over time, and behind a facade of semi-mockfull teasing, you began to hide some true interest on him.

You were a pair of well intentioned psychos who just had suffered for way too long and were used to Isolation. He was impressed to find out that, no matter what he would tell you, you always seemed to have something worse to share. When he told you about how Chucky killed his foster parents, you told him about living in the streets. When he spoke about being sent to the military school, you said you spent a time in jail. Whenever Kyle was arround she would try to make that sort of talks sentimental, but you always approached things with irony and he liked that.

He discovered that he enjoyed being arround you. The more time you spent together, the less he cared about the outstanding resemblance with the enemy that once catched his attention. When he meet you, he did have the impression of being talking with another female Chucky, but that was just a shocking first impression.

You weren't like him, not at all in his eyes anymore.

The bits of progress you were making weren't ruined by Chucky because your secret was relatively safe. The dolls you found together didn't recognize you, the esence of who your brother was seemed diluted in the act of splitting his soul.

They resembled him, but Charles wasn't there completely. Some of his memories weren't there, his core personality was altered. Killing those dolls was to you like stopping a bunch of copycats, the posibility of reuniting with your brother seemed forever lost.

When the traces went cold you all ended up crashing at Andy's place, your first time in the cabin. He said that they were going to see someone there who could give the ríght push to the search and you would be of great help for that.

At the arrival there was no one to be found, what confused a little bit

" Feel yourself at home." Andy welcomed you ríght away. " It's a small place, but it will be enough for us."

" Can i borrow your bed? With you inside, i mean." You teased him and chuckled briefly. " C'mon, you know it's alright. I live in a shithole. "

He was still getting used to your particular sense of humor. The amount of inadecuate jokes per hour you would dedícate him sometimes was impressing, but the oddest part was feeling strangely proud hearing you.

It was shameless flirting and you weren't shy at all about it. Andy felt encouraged by it, knowing that at least he was sure you found him attractive.

" Can i get you something? Except for a well cooked meal, i can bring you anything."

You shared a few chuckles.

" A beer! ... and one of yours, Kyle?"

She was about to pass you a cigarrette, but he intercepted it and you groaned in protest.

" I thought you said you were going to quit smoking."

" I'll leave it when you leave the joint, hypocrite." You mocked him in return, frustrated. " I said no more smoking in front of you."

" Leave her have it, Andy." Kyle defended you. " She is going to need it. "

" For what? Since when the voice of reason is on my favor?"

" Our old friend will get on your nerves and, no offense, but you can be dangerous when someone pisses you off."

" I plead guilty of all charges, your honor!"

Andy chuckled and returned you the cigarrette.

" I would keep it for later if i was you. "

The first image that the chopped living doll head got of you showed you standing up behind Andy. Personal space was non existent, you didn't care for it and he didn't care for that.

That one doll looked very different from the rest. Scarred, severely tortured. Its eyes had a different shine, more sinister and vibrant, and those were fixated on you.

" Holy fucking shit! Is that thing still alive?"

Andy couldn't help noticing you were a bit impressed, but not necesarily horrified.

Fascinated.

" He doesn't shut up if i don't keep him gagged."

" Have YOU done this?" You asked him, in awe. " You are insane."

You rounded him with your arms, dragging him even closer to you, and peppered kisses over the section of his neck that you were able to reach in that position.

Shy smile on his face, he was barely keeping himself together.

" The plan is getting answers, but you can get some revenge in exchange. " Kyle pointed out, resigned and weirded. " Andy finds it... cathartic. "

" Sounds fun, but i don't get it." You commented, disconcerted. " None of those airheads is the real Chucky, I would have recognized him. "

" I am the real Chucky. " The doll head spoke, freshly released from the gag. " On brand an original. The real question here is... Who the hell are you?"

" I can't believe this! Charles ' I never forget a victim' Lee Ray is having memory issues." Andy began to make fun of him without hesitation. " You don't remember her, but she surely remembers you."

If that thing was your brother, if he was there for real, it was just a matter of time untill he would recognize you.

You decided to act first, hoping he would not find chances to twist the narrative and turn your new friends against you.

" Hi, Chuck! I'm Wendy. "You introduced yourself through a memory of your childhood. " Eddie used to call me like that. You said i should never reach Tiffany, so he was the onlyone who knew about me. He was terrible at babysitting, I used to have more common sense than him and i was the little one so it was me taking care of him for most of the time. You two used to make fun of me for being a know it all, i learned to read with your voodoo books. "

Everyone else lost all control of the situation, Chucky incluided.

" (Y/N)? " He called you by your real name, his voice tone showing a glimpse of heartbreak unusual on him " No fucking way! It can't be!"

He stared at Andy with an animal fury.

" YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS, YOU LITTLE SHIT!!! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY SISTER!"

There was a lot to unpack, and you were going to become the center of the interrogatory.

[ihatethiswebsite77]

So I was wondering if you could talk about the Kyle/cartman and batman/joker parallels because there is a LOT. Im considering doing my own analysis but I wanted to hear another perspective, if possible?

This is an Interesting topic.

I think it would be an understatement to call Cartman anything but an agent of chaos. The Joker believes that everyone around him is no different than himself, and he seeks to expose that. While Cartman doesn't really want to expose everyone for being just as bad as he is, as that would require admitting he is bad in the first place, that is still definitely a belief he holds deep down. With Joker this belief culminates into an obsession with Batman, someone who operates by a strict moral code, someone Joker believes is SO similar to him, whose attention he is constantly seeking while trying to get him to basically "admit" that they are the same by killing him. The Joker finds great amusement in his altercations with Batman. In a very similar way, which I'm sure you've already picked up, Cartman feels and behaves when it comes to Kyle. If there is on person in south park Cartman truly considers on his level it is Kyle. And in a similar vein to the Joker he find great amusement in his and Kyle's arguments.

Neither Batman nor the Joker can ever truly win against eachother tho. Due to their unchanging nature and beliefs they can never cross that bridge. The only way for Batman to truly beat the Joker is to kill him (aka become him), which goes against all his morals, and the Joker could never kill Batman.

“You just couldn’t let me go, could you? This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. You truly are incorruptible, aren’t you? You won’t kill me out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness, and I won’t kill you because you’re just too much fun. I think you and I are destined to do this forever”, a quote of Jokers from the Dark Knight.

(This quote is literally such a good description for Cartman and Kyle overall)

Just like these two Kyle and Cartman can never truly win against eachother. Kyle could never let himself stoop down to Cartman's level, and Cartman even tho he has attempted to "kill Kyle" many times, could never truly do it for the fact that his life would just be dull without him around to fight with.

There is a good chunk of works that depict that relationship between Joker and Batman as "friendly" (take that with like a grain of salt) in a way. The very fact that Batman refuses to kill him, even going so far as continually saving The Joker. Essentially allowing him to roam free again and again, simply because he believes that there is something worth saving there.

“Do you understand? I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want either of us to end up killing the other. But we’re running out of alternatives and we both know it”, Batman in The Killing Joke.

In a similar manner Kyle is continuously trying to see something good in Cartman, even against his better judgement. Constantly saving him from trouble, from a sense of moral obligation and maybe even one of genuine friendships. There is a part of Kyle that genuinely believes that Cartman can change.

The same comic ends with the two characters realizing that they can never truly trust eachother (told to us through a metaphor in a joke The Joker tells to Batman). They both start cackling at the ridiculousness of their situation, almost as if they were two friends having a laugh.

We are shown so many times in this show that Cartman and Kyle could be genuinely good friends, there are multiple instances of them acting so. But their antagonistic relationship towards eachother is something Kyle and Cartman can never manage to escape, even after 40 years they seem to regress at the first look they have of eachother. In a way that's similar to the Joker and Batman they need eachother. Their characters linger on each other. They justify eachothers existence by being eachothers narrative foils. Which kinda dooms them to a life of fighting.

[fictional-men-have-my-heart]

Day 30

Hello all! Welcome to day 30! I have some more time today, so how 'bout a lovely team-building drabble with the 141, Los Vaqueros, and Konig?

It wasn't an intended experience.

Gaz, Soap, and Alejandro had been messing around in the bunkhouse one day.

You came back from sparring with Rudy and Ghost, the two men in tow, only to be greeted by a destroyed table.

"Someone wanna explain what happened here?" You asked.

"SOAP BROKE IT!"

"DINNAE BE TELLING HAVERS! YOU CHUCKED ME INTO IT!"

"Look, I don't care who broke it. It needs fixed before Price comes back. He's gonna be back tomorrow." You point out.

"...Shit."

Cue the antics of a bunch of soldiers heading out to get a new table and assemble it. Konig and Ghost were brought along as the muscle.

"Our table was black, do we need to find another one like it?" Gaz asked.

"I don't think so. Table's a table." Ghost grumbled.

The real fun began when you got back to the bunkhouse and tried to assemble the table.

Konig and Ghost sat in the chairs off to one side, watching the chaos unfold.

Gaz and Soap sat in the middle, surrounded by pieces.

Alejandro and Rudy were bickering about whether to assemble the bottom or top first.

After a half hour, Gaz had left the room, saying "he'd be back shortly."

You looked at Ghost, slowly reaching for the instructions.

"I feel like those might help..." He mutters. You're holding back laughter.

"They're sharing a brain cell." You whisper. Soap raised an eyebrow at you now cackling as Konig and the Ghost shook with barely-contained laughter.

"Johnny, pass me a screwdriver." You smile, sitting beside him.

Twenty minutes later the table is up and done, and suddenly Gaz reappears, a bag in each hand.

"Oh, you're done. Awesome."

"Of course, you show up now Kyle."

"Shut up, I brought food." He retorts.

Dinner was had and you smirked.

"So, are you boys ready to admit what happened now?"

"I'm telling you, Soap broke it." Gaz blurts.

"Hey, I wouldn't 'ave if you hadn't tossed me onto it." Soap retorts.

"...I have a video of it..." Alejandro grins.

"...Show us." Ghost chuckles.

*Cue clustering around Alejandro as he plays a video of Gaz charging at Soap, tackling him into the table.*

Bonus:

Price returned the next afternoon, not mentioning the table at all.

You laughed at how Soap, Gaz, and Alejandro seemed a little on edge with Price back, almost acting like kids trying to pull off a stunt without dad noticing.

"Hey, kid, c'mere." He'd chuckled. He had an encrypted laptop, and he turned it toward you slightly.

"What?" You mutter, watching the same video Alejandro showed you.

"Think they've realized I got a nanny cam to babysit them while I'm gone, right?"

"...No sir, I don't believe they have..." You reply.

"By the way, what did you say that cracked Ghost and Konig?" He asked as you stood to leave.

"Soap, Gaz, and Alejandro share a brain cell."

[mistydeyes]

Hi I was hoping to get a cod pairing please if that's still open!

Appearence wise I'm 5'4 on the lighter side, brown skin and long wavy hair. I also have a few moles on my face and some various scars around my body from childhood accidents. And I'm in my mid-twenties.

Occupation: I'm currently going for a degree in animation but with a focus in fine arts. I just really love art in general and my backup plan is just to be an art teacher because I love the idea of cultivating little ones creativity.

Personality: I'm more on the reserved/introverted side with some anxiety issues. But once I'm comfortable around people I become somewhat chattier. When I'm really comfortable I like to talk about anything that interest me or just show random memes and videos. Im more of a listener but also when I do talk I feel like kinda a mom friend lol. I also really love gaming, videogames or board games just any activity where you play in a group. I can get kinda competitive with games though lol I blame being an older sister

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

How you met: Civilian Your brother was on leave from his illustrious military career and had encouraged you to meet him and his mates at the pub. You were his older sister so you were excited to hear that your younger brother was reaching out. When you reached the pub, he texted you that he was running late. You let him know it was okay and walked up to the bar to order a beer. "I can cover that, sweetheart," a man around your age said and paid for your drink. You clinked your tall glass with his and sat to face him. "Thank you," you replied as you appreciated the kind gesture, especially from someone as handsome as him. "Meeting someone?" he asked and you noted his Scottish accent. "My younger brother and some of his mates but he's running a bit behind," you replied as you checked your phone. "Same here, guess both our mates are piss-poor at being on time." You both laughed as you continued sipping on your beverages. "I'm Johnny, by the way," he said and stuck out his hand like a gentleman. "I'm Y/N, nice to meet you, Johnny," you smiled back. Just as Johnny wondered if your name was common enough to also be the name of Kyle's sister, a man soaked from the rain walked in. "Kyle!" you waved over and the color left Johnny's face. "Y/N!" he exclaimed and gave you a hug. He eyed Johnny viciously, "looks like you've already met my mate, this is Johnny," he said through gritted teeth. Johnny gulped as he knew his ass was getting kicked in the sparring ring next time.

A peek into your relationship: Despite all the warnings and interference from your brother, you and Johnny had settled into a comfortable relationship. While on leave, you would spend hours cuddling in bed and catching him up on the latest TikToks and memes. You still lived separate but he practically moved into your flat when he was home. Late in the afternoon, Johnny went up to get some snacks and when he returned you were cackling in bed. "What's so funny in here?" he asked as he laid down next to you. "Please watch this," you said with tears of laughter forming in your eyes. He looked at what you were dying at and soon realized it was about a guy finding out the other is dating his sister. "Not funny," he said and jokingly threw popcorn at you. "Your brother is a fucking menace, he put Nair in my shampoo when he found out we were going on a date," he exclaimed and you remembered when he showed up to the restaurant with no eyebrows and mohawk. "Yet I still asked you for another date," you said and kissed him gently. "My younger brother will always be the dork who read books at night with a flashlight."

[membermentmania]

August 16th, 12:00-4:53am

 light blue. Tweek raised a brow. He’d assumed the eyepatch was for show or something. But he didn’t really give it much thought. Now he was and he was painfully curious. “Um. If you don’t mind me asking, how’d that happen?” 

Leo chuckled quietly. “Oh man, haven’t thought about it in a while.” He smiled fondly. Weird. “Actually got this from one of the pirate kings.” …what? 

That threw Tweek for several loops. Kenny and Clyde were the pirate kings. And they were both not really the time to blind someone. At least in Zaron. “W-which one?” 

“Kenny.” 

Tweek sputtered. “Dude, seriously?!” 

“Yeah. We were all friends growing up. When we were all first learning how to fight, when we were, like, ten, Kenny and I were the first to figure out how to use daggers.” He laughed again, brightly, nothing bitter or amiss. “He was a lot better than me though. Taught me everything he knew. One day we got a little carried away and well…” He pointed to his eye. 

“You seem so… not put off by this?” he responded, completely confused. 

“He didn’t mean it. The thing about Kenny is he’s completely insane. But he’s so…” He had this small fond smile talking about him. And Tweek got it. That checked out. Kenny was insane, but he was caring, compassionate, always ready to take things as they went. He was sweet and funny and genuinely kind. He couldn’t see Kenny doing this on purpose because there was no way he did. He probably felt worse about it than Leo did. But that did not prepare Tweek for the bomb Leo proceeded to drop on him. “Y’know, I could never not love him.” 

Tweek’s stomach dropped, the small pit that had been sitting there consistently intensifying with a fury. “What?” 

He rested his head on his hand. “It’s dumb. But I’m just happy he’s happy. Maybe in another life, I guess,” he responded, still smiling. He meant this. 

Still, Tweek’s heart twisted. “Leo, I’m so sorry.” 

He waved a hand dismissively. “No big deal. I’m surrounded by fun people that have managed to become my family. Asking for more would just be selfish, y’know?” 

The statement hit Tweek like a truck. “Yeah, I get that.” Their situations were by no means the same, but the thought hit him too hard. His chest hurt. He was being selfish. I’m making things worse, aren’t I?

Leo brightened up. “C’mon, let’s go get the guys.” Tweek didn’t even realize how much time had passed. Tweek followed him upstairs to see Craig and Kyle shaking their arms at each other. He wasn’t exactly sure what happened but Craig won. He gave Kyle a small nod before Kyle disappeared, probably to steer the boat. Stan came from the direction Kyle went. 

“You guys ready?” Leo chirped. With a collective agreement, the group went below deck. 

Tweek sat in between Leo and Stan. He noticed Craig giving him a look, but he didn’t say anything. Ike disappeared for a moment before coming back with a tray that had a bunch of large mugs on it. 

“Really, Ike? You just had to open the keg?” Cartman berated. 

“Dude! Tweek’s got, like, two nights left with us! We gotta enjoy it!” The pit in Tweek’s stomach worsened. Time was escaping him too quickly. 

Tweek took a small deep breath. “Thank you, Ike.” 

“Of course, man! You’re the best person in this crew!”

“You’d take him over me?!” Cartman yelled. 

“Literally any day, I would take Tweek over you,” Ike deadpanned. 

Leo, Firkle, and Stan all started cackling at this. After they’d calmed themselves down, the group started playing poker. Tweek had no idea what was going on, but managed to win the first round. The next few games he bet big, fully expecting to lose. He was basically sitting on infinite money that they could use. Maybe. Does money carry value at all when the world goes to shit? He wished he had someone to ask. 

They all drank and laughed together. Tweek listened to endless stories, trying not to get too into his own head. But it was so much. He kept catching Craig’s eye and every single time his stomach twisted. You’re selfish. Part of him wanted to leave. He just wanted to leave early and wait out the two days before he had to finish his job. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it or even take the thought seriously. His mind was a complete mess, just as it had been since he got back. 

By the time they were done playing, he was sufficiently drunk. The guys decided to go to bed, but he wanted to take some time with his thoughts. He waited for a few after Craig went back upstairs to where he stayed before Tweek went up. He leaned over the side of the boat, watching the inky black waves.  The stars lined the sky, almost feeling deliberate. The cold breeze and salt in the air was sobering. He wasn’t sure how long he stayed like that before taking a seat against the wall. He pulled his knees towards him and took his wand out of his pocket. He made a little star in front of him, just watching the light. He made another one. Gods, what I would give to dance with him under the stars one more time. He let out a small sigh. He was all over the place. He missed Craig so much, despite just being with him. He understood why though. Sure, that was the same Craig. But at the same time, he wasn’t. 

As much as I promised myself I would come down here and if I found him, I would do everything I didn’t get to do last time, I just can’t. It was dumb to even think. What was I going to say? Oh hey! I knew you in a previous life and I’m so crazy about you. Would you like to date for a week before I bring on the apocalypse and then never see you again? He slammed his head into his hands. I’m a fucking idiot. So selfish and so fucking stupid. 

“God, you look rough.” 

Tweek jumped with a small yelp, looking up at the intruder. “Fuck, Kyle. You almost gave me a heart attack.” Kyle laughed quietly and took a seat next to him. “Wait, who’s steering the boat?”

Kyle waved a hand dismissively. “My belt.”

“Is that… Safe?” 

“We’re in open ocean. Wheel’s just gotta stay straight.” Tweek narrowed his eyes at him, not really believing that. “Tweek, it’s fine.” 

“Whatever you say.” 

“What’s wrong?” 

Tweek rested his head on his arms, looking Kyle over. “You’re a really good friend, you know that?” 

Kyle raised an eyebrow. “How so?” 

“You always look out for people. It’s a good trait to have.” He was like this in Zaron too. He smiled to himself. Elf King Kyle was so cool. 

“Thanks,” he responded with a small smile. “But really, what’s going on? You look like you’re about to break.” 

Tweek raked a hand through his hair. “I’m having a lot of conflicting emotions. I’m trying to find balance, but it’s just impossible? I want to be selfish and just do what I want and not care about the consequences of my actions for, like, five minutes, but I have this overwhelming need to be responsible and not cause a shitton of chaos because I want something. It’s like, I know if I just act on how I feel, I’m going to get hurt. Other people are gonna get hurt. I’m just trying to determine if it’s worth it. And I shouldn’t even be, because I can’t decide that for other people. It’s fucked.” 

Kyle let out a quiet hum. “The rational part of me wants to tell you to just say fuck it and go for it. Like you said, life’s short. But I can’t help but feel like your problem is so much bigger than all of us, which makes this difficult.” 

Tweek couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “Always insightful. Seriously, Ky, never change.” 

“Has anyone told you about Kenny?” 

“Oh, I’ve heard all about Kenny the past few days.” 

“You really are a lot like him. You have this old soul vibe to you. Like you’ve been to the beginning and end already. The problem with that though is that your problems seem too big to fix.” Kyle looked at him and it felt like he was staring into Tweek’s soul. He saw him. Of course he did. That was Kyle. “Take a breather. Enjoy your last few days with us, okay? We’re all here for you. Except Cartman. He’s a dick.” 

Tweek laughed. “He really is a dick.” 

Kyle stood up and put a hand out. Tweek took it without a thought. “C’mon.” Kyle pulled him up a small flight of stairs he hadn’t been up yet. There was a huge wheel facing the water.

“This is how boats work?” Tweek asked. 

“Yup. You’re steering.” 

“What the fuck?! No!” 

“C’monn. We’ll be fine!” 

“Dude, I’ll crash and kill us!” 

“If you managed to crash this boat on nothing, I would die happily. That’s how impossible that is.” 

Tweek furrowed his brow at him in protest. Kyle playfully poked his side. “C’mon. Lighten up.” 

“Fine. How do I do it?” 

“You literally just hang onto it and make sure it doesn’t veer too hard.” Tweek hesitantly reached out, grabbing the wheel. The wood was smooth, considering how wor worn it looked. 

“Oh wow.” Tweek laughed. “I wasn’t expecting it to be that simple.” 

“That’s exactly why a belt can do it!” Tweek bit back a smile when he watched a wave of excitement wash over Kyle’s face. He seemed to have one of his little eureka moments. He stepped over and took the wheel. “You got your wand on you?”

“Of course I do.” 

“Wait, you’re not tired, are you?”

“I probably sleep less than you on a regular day.” 

He let out a laugh. “Okay. Let’s play a game.” 

The two wound up playing tic-tac-toe using stars. Tweek made little orange ones for Kyle in the spots he dictated. Tweek’s were yellow. He wound up with seven wins and eight losses. The two danced around, singing like idiots to their souls content. Tweek adored Kyle. He was probably one of Tweek’s best friends besides Bebe and Wendy. He could acknowledge that they hadn’t known each other for long and they would never be able to know each other long enough to have that exact bond. But Kyle was a friend to Tweek in the way that was so much different than the others. For them, it was like no time had passed since they last met, despite Kyle not knowing that they’d met before. They stayed together until the sun came up and Craig appeared. “What’re you still doing up?” he asked curiously. 

“Wanted to spend some time with one of my favorite people before it’s too late,” Tweek responded with a tired smile. 

Craig gave him a look he couldn’t place but Kyle started laughing. “Go to bed, I’ll be down in a bit.” 

Tweek waved a hand. “Sure, sure.” He shot Craig another smile, just happy to see him before he went to bed. “Night, Craig.” 

“Night,” he responded flatly. 

He sounded annoyed but Tweek had no energy left to stress about anything. He practically stumbled below deck and crashed into his cot, silently cursing the uncomfortable thing. Despite the fact that sleeping on it was equivalent to sleeping on the ground, he passed out nearly the moment he was horizontal. Exhaustion was finally kicking in and he could barely keep his eyes open. Everything melted away so quickly in the discomfort of his little cot that he would’ve given everything to spend a few extra nights on. 

Tweek woke up to see Kyle asleep in a cot across the room. I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen him asleep. Kyle seemed like he never ran out of energy. Tweek laughed quietly before pulling himself together and walking up the steps to see what was going on. Firkle and Ike were chasing each other around and Leo, Stan, and Cartman were sharing stories. Tweek sent a small wave in their direction before turning and going up the little set of stairs he went up the previous night. 

“Mornin’,” Twerk greeted, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. 

Craig turned around, leaning on the wheel to keep it straight. “Good morning.” 

“How far out arare we?” 

“We’re makin’ good time. Should be there by the end of the day.” 

Tweek let out a quiet hum. “What’re we doin’ there?” 

“Absolutely no idea. I heard it’s fun there though.” 

He smiled. “Thanks.” 

Craig waved a hand. “Figured it’d be a nice change of pace.” 

I wonder if it’ll be like the Elven Kingdom. 

“Elves, huh?” 

Tweek’s eyes widened. “Did I say that out loud?” 

Craig let out a small chuckle. “Yes.” Oh my god that’s so embarrassing. But then Craig made that face again. He looked so amused and Tweek felt like his legs turned into jello. Craig tilted his head a bit. “I’m pretty sure I’ve been just about everywhere. Never seen an elf though.” 

“Must’ve been a dream then,” Tweek responded nonchalantly. He took a seat against the wall, looking up at Craig. Craig followed suit, taking a seat against the wheel. He pulled his knees up, resting his head on his arm, stormy eyes trained on Tweek. Tweek stared back into the abyss, admiring just how lovely he was. That cute little beauty mark made him want to scream. He wanted to move closer. Just be near him. He felt the flames lick at his face when his thoughts started to spin out of control. 

Then Craig broke the silence with what almost sounded like a giggle. Tweek’s eyes widened. He has never heard a sound like that from Craig. He felt like he needed to take several laps around the boat and maybe throw himself in the ocean at this point. “Why are we having a staring contest right now?” he finally got out. His tone was playful. Oh my gods, please don’t do this to me. 

“Uh, sorry.” Tweek breathed out a laugh. “You’re just um…” 

“Hmm? I’m what?” TOYING WITH ME IS WHAT YOU ARE! Tweek wanted to scream. This was not funny. This was actual torture. 

“Your beauty mark is cute.” His playful demeanor vanished at the drop of a hat as he tentatively reached a hand up. “Yeah, that one. Why?” He cracked a small smirk. “Got one hidden somewhere else?” 

Tweek momentarily thought he died when a light blush made itself known. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” 

They both looked at each other in silence. Tweek both first as the two devolved into snickers. They stayed on the floor like that for a while, talking on and off. There were little bursts of silence that weren’t unwelcome. When the sun started to set, Kyle walked up. “We’re out in a few. Want me to take over?” 

Craig raised an eyebrow. Kyle made a face. They stared at each other for a moment. Tweek briefly wondered if humans had mind reading capabilities this cycle. “Thanks,” Craig finally muttered. Kyle nudged him in response. Craig looked back at Tweek with a small smile. “Wanna see something cool?” 

Tweek nodded and Craig started walking. Tweek followed him down the stairs and towards the door he first emerged from when Tweek arrived. Tweek’s stomach bristled. He followed Craig inside and he shut the door behind them. They were in a simple office. There was a huge wooden desk, a chair, and a bookshelf. Tweek was thrown off. “You sleep in here?”” Craig shot him a lazy smirk, walking up to the bookshelf. Tweek watched in curiosity as he pulled on a book. The shelf swiveled, revealing another room. “Woah,” he muttered. 

“Kenny designed it.” 

Tweek laughed. “Dude, what can’t he do?” 

“That’s a great question. I’ll get back to you when I have an answer.” Tweek followed him inside. There was a large bed, a dresser, and a nightstand. He flopped on his bed and patted the spot next to him. Tweek raised an eyebrow. “Don’t be weird. C’mere.” Tweek inhaled quietly, trying to get his butterflies under control before taking the spot next to him. “Look up.” 

Tweek’s eyes trailed upwards. There was a window on the ceiling. He could see the bleeding sky in all its glory. All sorts of reds, pinks, and yellows painted the sky. “Wow,” he whispered. 

“Told you it was cool.” 

“You get to sleep under the stars like this every night?” 

“Mhm.” 

Teek turned his head to see Craig already looking at him. He laughed quietly. “Hi,” he whispered. 

“Hi, Tweek,” he murmured. He was so close. Too close. Tweek could see all the little gray flecks in his irises. All of Tweek’s self restraint felt like it was melting away. It wasn’t fair. It was cruel. No photograph or piece of art could even encapsulate a fraction of the beauty I’m looking at right now. Fuck-

The boat shook, causing Tweek to startle. He let out a shocked laugh. “Did we just fucking crash?!”

Craig palmed the side of his head and sat up with a laugh. “No. We’re here.” Tweek looked up at him and all he wanted was to pull him back down and hide here for the rest of his night. But then Craig put out a hand for him and he surrendered, letting Craig pull him outside. 

“There y’all are!” Leo called out cheerily. “We’re here!” He was beaming with genuine excitement. 

Firkle and Ike jumped off the boat and ran off. Kyle rolled his eyes but didn’t go after them. The rest of the group walked off the boat together. Faery Island was beautiful. It was reminiscent of the Lost Forest, just more settled in. There were shops and homes carved into the huge trees. They started walking. After a few moments, Tweek realized the island seemed to be mostly women, and faeries were much more human now. “I’m putting us up for the night,” Tweek called out lazily. 

“Dude, really?!” Stan gushed. 

“I mean, how often have you got the chance to stay here?” 

After a bit of walking, they passed an inn. It looked nice. Probably too nice for us. “That one.” 

“There is no way you can afford that,” Cartman jeered. 

Tweek looked over his shoulder, shooting him a half hearted glare. Cartman put his hands up in mock surrender. Tweek walked inside and went straight up to the woman working. “Do you have eight rooms available?” 

“Oh wow. Big group. Yeah, I  I got you!” she beamed back. He paid and turned back around with a cocky smile directed at Cartman specifically. 

“Thank you,” Kyle praised quietly with a huge smile. Stan aggressively nodded along. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Cartman said with a dramatic eye roll. A laugh bubbled out. “Thank you, Tweek.” 

“Thank you Tweek!” Leo chimed. 

Tweek spun back around. “Excuse me, miss?” 

“What’s up, sweetie?” 

“What’s your favorite tavern around here?”

“Ooo! The Spiked Wing, definitely. You’re gonna go down towards the Grand Tree. It’s on the left side.” 

“Thank you!” Tweek turned back around and walked towards the group crowded behind him. He swung an arm over Leo. “C’mon!” 

Tweek wanted to make this night count. He was also maybe a little excited at the prospect of magic beer. A bit too excited. The second they stepped outside, he let go of Leo and immediately picked up his pace. He noticed the others were casually walking and he whipped around. Kyle was the closest to him, so he grabbed his hand. “Guys! Why are we moving so slow?!” Tweek complained. 

“The booze ain’t goin’ anywhere,” Cartman shot back.

“Ohmygods. You don’t get it. They might have magic beer here!” 

Stan raised a brow, thoroughly intrigued. “Magic beer?” 

“Nothing in this universe compares to magic beer,” Tweek said like this were a die matter.

“I’m sold,” Craig said flatly. Tweek turned his head to look at him and smiled. Craig shot him that stupid little smirk of his before stepping forward. He grabbed Tweek’s hand that wasn’t attached to Kyle and took off with Tweek in tow. The two were laughing like maniacs as they ran through the forest. They ran all the way to what the assumed was the Grand Tree. Tweek hunched over, trying to catch his breath through laughs. Craig was in a similar position. Tweek looked to his left, eyeing the large wooden structure built from intertwining branches and panels, almost looking like it was growing out of the forest floor. The roof was a patchwork of woven leaves and moss adorned with little vines weaved throughout. A lantern was on either side of the wood paneled door, casting a soft glow as the sun started its descent for the evening.  Music was going and people were laughing. 

“Looks like that’s it.” 

Craig smiled, eyes lighting up. “They can meet us inside.” 

They walked inside and Tweek felt so comfortable. There were a lot of people there, but it wasn’t crowded. The inside looked so much larger than the outside. A faint yellow glow was casted throughout the entire tavern. They took one of the large tables towards the back. A woman with bright red hair popped by them, smile bright and excited. “What can I get for you guys tonight?” 

“Okay, this might be a long shot, but do you have, um…” He tired to remember how Craig ordered it back in the Elven Kingdom. “Sorry. I think it’s called ጋጎህጎክቹ ፪ዪቹሠ?” Her eyes widened with shock. “Oh god. Did I say it wrong?” 

A smile crossed her face. “No. Wow, um. It’s just rarely referred to that way. Where are you from?” 

“Around.” 

She gave him a look, smile morphing into an impish smirk. “How many would you like?” 

“Six, please.” 

She toddled off and Craig nudged his side. “What language was that?” 

“Elvish. Really poor Elvish.” Craig laughed, resting his head on his hand and looking at Tweek intently. “What?” 

“You’re just nothing like what I expected you to be like,” he murmured. It barely carried over the noise. 

Before Tweek could respond, their group walked in and the girl popped back over, almost in perfect sync. “Oh well, I’m happy to see you’re not knocking back six of these between the two of you,” she said with a laugh. 

Tweek laughed. “Thank you so much.” 

“Sure, hon. Just wave me over if you need!” 

The guys all took their seats, looking down at their mugs. Tweek looked at his and couldn’t stop the huge smile that spread across his face. It’s been a thousand years. He took a huge sip and immediately felt himself get lighter. “Woah, they made this shit stronger,” he breathed out. 

Cartman belted out a laugh. “Well you are a lightweight!” He took a sip, trying to prove a point. Tweek watched his eyes go completely vacant for a moment. He blinked a few times, trying to force himself back together. “What the fuck was that?!” 

“Magic beer is like an instant smack in the face accompanied by a very nice drunk,” Tweek explained. The others tried their drinks, immediately falling into the wonderful trap that was magic beer. They were all three beers in when Ike and Firkle strolled in. 

“Oh my children, there you are!” Kyle called out dramatically, causing the group to snicker. 

“We were gone for like, two hours. How drunk are you guys?!” Ike asked, genuinely bewildered. 

“Oh my god, kid. You gotta try this,” Leo responded with a laugh. 

Tweek made eye contact with the woman working, trying to get his brain to work for a second. Her name was Red. “Red!” 

“Hey babes! Another round?” The way she talked reminded him of Bebe. It made him smile. He liked her. 

“Can I get eight?” 

“Of course!” 

She was back with a tray in moments, passing each of them a mug. They all watched in silence as Firkle and Ike tried their drinks. However, the two of them are idiots that should never be left to their own devices. They linked arms, chugging down the entire mugs on the spot. Kyle tried to protest, but the harm was already done. The two stilled before Ike put a hand on the table, trying to ground himself. “These need to come with a warning label,” he said very slowly. 

Firkle started laughing, genuine giggles bubbling out. “Oh my god. What’s in that?” 

“Magic!” Stan chirped, giving him a pat on the top of his head. 

“Firkleeeee,” Ike drawled, leaning into him.

“No, Ike, please,” Firkle tried, almost desperately. Tweek raised a brow. 

“They’re dancing over there, Firkle,” he responded dramatically.lly. 

The entire table erupted into a mix of snickers and giggles. “Ike, I am not dancing,” he said firmly. 

“Fuck it, I’m dancing,” Tweek announced. He laughed as he stood up, planing himself in front of Kyle. “May I?” he asked, putting out a hand.

Kyle laughed, nodding excitedly as he let Tweek pull him out of his chair. They practically skipped over to the dancefloor and Tweek spun him around. They laughed, spinning around like idiots when Tweek felt a hand pull him away. His face lit up when he saw it was Stan. “Hey!” he greeted. 

He spun Stan around. “This magic beer is the best thing I’ve ever encountered, man,” Stan got out with a laugh. 

“Why do you think I was so excited?!” 

“That’s totally fair, honestly.” 

“Soo, Stan,” Tweek said mischievously. Stan gave him a look of entertained acknowledgment. Tweek glanced over at Kyle to see him spinning around Leo, not paying attention to them. “How are things going?” 

“With?” he responded with a giggle. 

“Kyle?” 

“Oh! Oh.” He laughed. “Are you waiting to say I told you so?!” 

“Obviously!” 

Stan shot him a bright smile. “All yours to say.” 

Tweek rolled his eyes. “You’re a bozo. I’m happy for you though. Really.” 

A hand wrapped around Tweek’s shoulder and he spun around to see Leo. They all danced together like idiots and before he knew it, he was back in front of Kyle. “How’re you feeling?” 

“Content,” he responded with a huge smile. “Maybe better than.” This reminded him of Clyde and Kenny’s wedding. 

Tweek bit back a snicker. “I need you to do me a favor.” 

“What’s that?”

“When it lines up, if I’m not your best man, you have to let me officiate your wedding.” 

“When it lines up, huh?” he responded with a laugh, spinning Tweek around.

“Mhm.” 

“I’ll be looking forward to it.” 

Craig cut in, gently taking his hand. “And how are you feeling, Craigory?”

A giggle escaped him when Craig’s nose scrunched. “Where’d you hear that?” 

“Dunno.” Craig flicked his forehead. “Hey!” 

Craig snickered to himself, causing a laugh to bubble out of Tweek. “Do you want to take a walk with me?” 

Tweek responded with a small nod and Craig whisked him out of the bar. The gentle breeze was nice. Craig didn’t let go of his hand as they started walking. They were silent for a bit and Tweek could feel that he wasn’t saying something. “What’s up?” he asked quietly. 

Craig let out a small puff of air. “I know this is probably dumb, but… you can stay. With us. Y’know. If you want to.” 

Tweek stopped walking. Craig stopped a bit in front of him, their fingers still laced together. Tweek looked at their hands, biting at the corner of his lip. “If I could stay with you guys, I’d do it in a heartbeat.” 

“Is it weird that I don’t want you to go?” he whispered. It was fragile. Vulnerable. 

Tweek’s heart twisted. “NNot even a little.” Tweek looked up from their hands meeting his eyes. Craig gave him a soft smile. 

“I think I’m gonna turn in. Are you going to stay out with them for a bit longer?” 

Tweek had to leave the next day. His soul hurt. Inevitable loss sunk its claws in, in the most gut wrenching, heart breaking way possible. “Nah. I’ll come with you.” 

Craig didn’t let go of his hand as they walked back towards the inn. They went up the flight of stairs and Craig guided him into his room. “Actually, I’ll be right back,” Tweek murmured. Craig raised a brow. “Like, five minutes. I promise.” 

An uneasy smile crossed his face. “Okay.” 

Tweek bolted down the stairs and up to the woman working. “Everything okay?” 

“Yes! I just need a favor.” 

“Of course! What’s up?” 

“Can I pay for seven rooms in advance?” 

“For how long?” 

Tweek put a bag of coins on the counter. She opened it, eyeing it cautiously for a moment. “I see,” she murmured. She smiled back up at him. “Works for me.” 

“Thank you!” 

He shot back up the stairs and walked back into Craig’s room. He was laying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. Tweek stepped over, turning off the lantern that was on the nightstand. Craig looked over and Tweek pulled his wand out of his pocket, manifesting a small star. He spawned a few more to see Craig smiling at him.  “That never gets old,” he said softly.

Tweek got in bed, laying next to him and creating a few stars above them. He made some constellations and the two talked about them for a bit. They slowly got more comfortable, once barely even touches transitioning into Craig falling asleep with his head on Tweek’s chest, the stars still above them. Tweek wanted to stay awake. He wanted just a little longer to exist in his presence before it got ripped away again. As much as he didn’t want to though, he followed soon after. 

Tweek woke up to Craig’s light snores. He laughed quietly. Craig’s arms were wrapped around him so tightly. Almost as if he thought if he didn’t have Tweek secured, he’d be gone when Craig woke up. Tweek gave him a small squeeze, causing him to stir. He grumbled for a moment before looking up at Tweek. “It’s your last day here,” he murmured. 

“Yeah,�� Tweek responded quietly.

“Can we sleep a little longer?” 

“Okay.” Craig gave him a soft smile and Tweek leaned back, closing his eyes. He woke back up to a gentle hand running through his hair. “Mornin’,” whispered. 

“Sorry. Did I wake you?”

Tweek shook his head. “Do you want to have breakfast with me?”

Craig offered him a quiet hum. “Yeah, that sounds good.” They untangled themselves from each other and got up, making their way downstairs. They headed downstairs and walked through the forest together shoulders brushing every now and then. Tweek pointed at a small shop and Craig gaave him a small nod. 

They walked inside to be immediately greeted by the smell of vanilla and cinnamon. The woman working called out for them to take a seat wherever. 

After they sat down, the girl working toddled over. “Hello! You guys are new here, right?” she asked warmly. 

“Yes,” Tweek responded with a smile. “What do you recommend for breakfast?” 

“I got you! Do you want drinks?”

“Two coffees if possible?” 

“I’ll be back!” 

She disappeared into another room and Tweek looked back at Craig. He looked off. “What’s up?” 

“Just in my own head, I guess.”

“What’s your favorite color?” 

Craig blinked slowly. “What?” 

“I’m getting you out of your head. What’s your favorite color?” 

“Green.”

“There’s lots of greens.” 

He rolled his eyes. Tweek squinted at him and Craig slid his hand across the table. He pointed at the ring Tweek stole for him. “This green.” 

Tweek laughed quietly. “What’s your favorite season?” 

“Summer. What’s yours?” 

“Also summer. I think? I’ve only been here around this time of year, so I guess whatever season we’re in.” 

“Early summer then.” 

“Where I’m from, it’s on the colder side. Not too crazy about it.” 

“All year round?”

“Yup.” 

“And where is that?” 

“Huh?”

“Where you’re from…” 

“Oh, um… Far. Very far from here.” 

He rested his head on his hand. “What’s it like?” 

“Organized.  Probably too organized, if I’m being honest. It’s nice and we don’t have a lot of problems, but there’s definitely an issue with choices being made for you. But my people are awesome. For the most part. Idunno. It’s kinda a mixed bag, I guess?” 

Craig gave him a quiet hum in response, looking him over. Almost as if he was looking for something. Tweek was about to speak again when the woman came back over, placing a mug in front of him. “Hope you like it!” She placed down a tray with two round pieces of bread and a different array of fruits.