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lilyginnyblackv2 · 1 year

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Social Issues that Help with Understanding Buddy Daddies

Here are some political, social, and cultural aspects of Japanese culture that I think is important to keep in mind when watching Buddy Daddies. Please note: this is a super long post, with lots of pictures.

1. Human Trafficking - Slave Labor

In Episode One, we learn that Miri’s birth father was involved in labor based human trafficking involving Southeast Asian individuals. This is currently a very big issue in Japan, since Southeast Asian immigrants (among others) are viewed as a cheap labor option and usually experience slave labor like conditions.

From The United States Department of State website:

Men, women, and children from Northeast Asia, Southeast Asia, South Asia, Latin America, and Africa travel to Japan for employment or fraudulent marriage and are subjected to sex trafficking. Traffickers use fraudulent marriages between foreign women and Japanese men to facilitate the entry of women into Japan for sex trafficking in bars, clubs, brothels, and massage parlors. Traffickers keep victims in forced labor or commercial sex using debt-based coercion, threats of violence or deportation, blackmail, confiscation of passports and other documents, and other psychologically coercive methods.

2. Drugs in Japan

When I was living and working as an ALT in Japan, two ALTs (in a different district, but within the same company of my own), got caught with drugs. It was a big deal and ended up in the newspapers. The company I worked for had to do a lot of PR work with the elementary and junior high schools that they had contracts with, to ensure that the contracts would remain. As for me and the other ALTs? We had to sit through like five separate meetings within like two months about drugs and drug laws in Japan.

The barebones takeaway is that, in Japan, weed is viewed as being on the same level as hardcore drugs. Charges can be steep and strict. Even just knowing that someone has drugs, and you don’t say anything to law enforcement about it, can get you in trouble. There is a grey area with drugs, which is stuff like bath salts and the like. Since the selling of things like that cannot be prohibited, so they are easily accessible to the public.

Japan still has a very “90′s D.A.R.E.” approach to drugs. It’s catchphrase is 「ダメ。ゼッタイ。」or “No! Never.”

(Image from a Web Magazine called Nagasaki Press.)

When celebrities are caught with (what’s usually) weed, it can basically be the end of their careers, since recreational drug use of any kind (excluding alcohol, of course), is still negatively looked down upon in Japanese society. This is why it is still heavily left in the hands of the yakuza and drug kingpins, etc. Though there has been a recent increase in protests and ideology surrounding the idea of legalizing weed. Still, not much acceptance for recreational use is likely to come yet. However...

There may soon be some revision to the laws, which will allow for medical use:

Legislation changes scheduled for 2023

In 2021, the MHLW established an expert committee to review the Cannabis Control Act, and it is expected revisions will be proposed in a bill to be submitted in 2023. This will most likely allow for the use of medical cannabis. 2022/12/02

From: Euromonitor

So, something to keep in mind when Kazuki talks about a drug kingpin here is that this drug kingpin is likely not just dealing with super, hardcore drugs, but also softer ones too, like weed.

3. Child Protection Squad

There is this misconception in Japan that really young kids, like Miri’s age, can just roam free all around Japan and no one will find it odd. In Episode 1, we do see Miri roaming around the city without anyone really taking notice, but she also wasn’t in an area where there would be people that are trained to take notice.

In the above image she is at a park, which is likely close to a school somewhere. The man that approaches her here has a band around his jacket sleeve that says こども見守り隊 (kodomo mimamori-tai), which gets translated to “Child Protection Squad.” Basically, these are like crossing guards, in a way, because they do play a similar role to that, but they also do more than that as well:

(Image from the Japanese website: Nice Senior).

This people basically ensure that kids stay on the right paths on their way to school. Most of the time, when elementary school children head off to school, they will go in groups (with the 5th or 6th graders being the leaders) and there will often be older people outside their houses on their way in, keeping an eye on the children to make sure they get to school okay.

And that’s talking about elementary school aged kids. For ones that are around Miri’s age, usually the parents (mostly mothers) will bring them by bike:

Or they will get picked up by a bus:

This one looks pretty boring in comparison to some others you might see though, like these:

(Image from the Hiyoshidai School Website)

Sometimes the daycare workers will also take them on little excursions outside using big strollers for the kids to travel around in:

(The image is obviously from a stock photo site called fotostock, but yeah, I’ve seen these before when I lived in Japan).

But a little toddler just sitting on her own at a mostly empty park with just a guy sitting at a park bench nearby watching her? That would raise attention and an eyebrow from someone who is essentially a crossing guard and whose job is to ensure the safety of kids as they travel to and from school.

The rest is under a Read More.

4. Police in Japan

I saw a comment somewhere (maybe it was over on Youtube) about how the cops are portrayed here in Buddy Daddies. The comment was basically that Japanese cops wouldn’t be that aggressive with a child. But, well, cops in Japan have issues like everywhere. Though, the main issue with cops recently has more so been with racial profiling:

(Excerpt is from a Japan Times article entitled: 60% of people with foreign roots questioned by Japanese police, survey finds).

Of course, this situation is different from the one we see happening with Miri, but the Japanese police have issues with corruption too. So this happening wouldn’t seem too out of the realm of possibilities to me. The anime Tiger & Bunny 2 Part 2 also recently had some moments in the season where there was some anti-cop (ACAB-type) sentiments expressed by a character (though that series is also meant to take place in a city based on NYC).

5. Issues Surrounding Reproductive Rights, Contraception, and Abortion

“Took advantage of me” is fairly vague wording, but considering the type of guy he was, and the fact that Miri’s mother is caught in another abusive relationship, it wouldn’t surprise me if Miri’s conception wasn’t fully consensual one. People like to talk about how safe Japan is, but Japan has a lot of sexual violence that goes unreported:

(From an article entitled: Many sexual violence victims in Japan do not report assaults to police, support groups: survey - The article was posted on November 24, 2020 over on The Mainichi news website).

There is a lot of societal pressure in Japan, that can cause a lot of judgement as well. Especially around issues of reproductive rights. From a Japan Times articles entitled: Pandemic provides an opportunity to improve access to contraception, posted on January 30th, 2022, we can get a little insight into the issues surrounding contraceptives:

The article also talked about the judgement that can come with contraceptives. The last line also talks about abortion, which comes with its own set of issues in Japan:

(From The Japan Times article: Abortion legal and apolitical in Japan, but cost and consent present barriers)

So abortion was likely an option that Miri’s mother didn’t think was really viable, especially in her situation.

7. Being a Single Mother in Japan, Adoption

In Ep.3 we hear Kazuki parroting a lot of the stuff you usually hear when it comes to women in children, like it is meant to be a natural and innate thing. There is a societal pressure for a woman to give birth and care for the child, even when they aren’t in the best situations to do so. Miri’s mother was, for all intents and purposes, a single mother. Since I doubt the abusive man she is currently with had any hand in helping Miri.

Being a single mother anywhere can be a big challenge, but especially so in Japan. Some issues that single mother’s face in Japan, according to the article “Why Most Families with Single Mothers in Japan are Living in Poverty” from a site called The Borgen Project:

From that same article, we learn that joint-custody and child support doesn’t exist in Japan. So Miri’s mother was likely under a lot of societal and financial stress, along with possible Post-Partum Depression, and (also probable) burnout. This doesn’t mean that her behavior or attitudes are okay, but that they are likely a result of a failed system.

I’ve seen some people bring up adoption, but adoption doesn’t automatically mean that a child will have a better life either. My grandfather’s mother was force to give her children up to the state, so my grandfather spent a good chunk of his life in an orphanage. It wasn’t a pleasant experience. And the probability that Miri would have been adopted had her mother gone through the actual system is, sadly, extremely low. From an article entitled: “The state of orphans in Japan and how to help” found on the site Zenbird.Media is this bit of information:

And even if Miri had been in an orphanage, Misaki (Miri’s mother) would still be her legal guardian.

So an option like that would be unappealing for Misaki, because she doesn’t want anything to do with Miri.

7. LGBT+ Individuals Being Viewed as “Not Productive”

Finally, we have the last thing I briefly want to talk about. The main backbone of Buddy Daddies, which is these two hitmen taking care of a child. Last year, a Japanese politician was in the news because she retracted some previous statements she made in 2016 and 2018. We are going to focus on her 2018 statements, which were:

Her comment received a lot of backlash and was big news. Her retracting her statements also brought a lot of news and talk too. The above information comes from The Japan Times article: “ Japanese lawmaker retracts past remarks on LGBTQ and other minorities.” Her other comments are awful too, but it should be noted that her one about sexual-minority couples stems from the issue of Japan’s declining birthrate. Even though many people in Japan are supportive of LGBT+ rights, there are people that hold a similar viewpoint as this.

Buddy Daddies is pretty directly challenging this ideology, especially with how they have been handling things. So that’s pretty cool and revolutionary in its own way. It makes me interested in seeing how this continued topic as well as any future social issue topics will be handled or touched upon in Buddy Daddies.

If you read this all until the end: thank you so much! I put a lot of work into this write up and I hope it can help (I learned some things too while researching!).

#Buddy Daddies #Kazuki Kusuru #Rei Suwa #Miri Unasaka #Misaki Unasaka #social issues in Japan #long post #meta post #image heavy post

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sweetsbfreex · 10 months

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who loves you

summary: a four month long situationship with Ari goes south when you see a text you shouldn't have

pairing: college!hockey player!ari x situationship/fwb!reader

warnings: none?

Fuck. You felt refreshed and blissed out as you sat up and stretched. Watching Ari’s bare, fit body disappear into his bathroom.

It always surprised you how he showers without his phone because that meant he showered with no music. You couldn’t imagine taking a shower without music, how else would you fulfill your popstar dreams. But alas, Ari was different from a lot of the guys you’ve previously been with.

You drop back against his bed, smiling at the ache between your legs. Ari was a lot of things and a sex god was definitely one of them.

The incessant buzzing from a phone..his phone jerks you from your blissed out state.

Bzz-bzz

Ignore.

Bzz-bzz

Ignore.

Bzz-bzz

Okay, what the hell?

You grab his phone beside you, it comes to life when you lift it.

Joy ;)

—Meet you in the parking lot after? My place?

—I’ll wear the special panties with your number on them

You squint as more texts roll in. Special panties? Her place? The fucking winky emoji by her name?

What. The. Fuck.

You stare in disbelief for who knows how long, feeling a little hurt and naive.

“Why is my phone in your hand?”

Ari stands at the end of his bed. A towel wrapped around his hips as he runs another through his shoulder length hair. Your eyes can’t really help to worship the droplets over his chest.

“Who’s Joy?” You push out the question.

You can see something change in Ari as he walks over and takes his phone from your grasp. “None of your business, why are you snooping around”

You scoff, “I wasn’t snooping! It kept buzzing and I thought it was an emergency or something. Who’s Joy?” you question again, annoyed at the way he’s avoiding your question.

“I don’t appreciate you looking through my phone. And she’s none of your fucking buisness, so drop it”

You stare up at him, subconsciously lifting his sheet to cover your bare chest.

“You’re having sex with other people?” you accuse, and deep down you're confident you know the answer, but that naive part of you is hoping it’s all a misunderstanding.

“And if I am? We’re just fucking around too. Are we not?”

Your breath stutters at his admission. Although the two of you have never stated terms of this…relationship, his actions have always spoken louder than words. Everyone thought the two of you were together. Even though he’s never formally asked you to be his girlfriend, you always had an inkling that he would at some point.

Your stomach flips thinking of his protectiveness over you, the way he’d always pay if he was there, and the way he goes out of his way to check up on you after his practices. Or the way you’re always there for him at every game, his number and name on your back as you cheer him on.

Shit, even the sex was anything unlike a pair of friends. It always felt intimate between the two of you. Your toothbrush stood next to his in his bathroom, and yours, for Christ sakes.

“Are you being serious right now?”

Ari shrugs. Fucking shrugs at your question.

“Y/n, I don’t understand why you’re upset. In no way have I ever committed myself to you.”

That stings.

“You really don’t see it, do you?” You mutter, trying to blink away the tears forming in your eyes.

“I don’t.”

“Fuck you, Ari.” You seethe, dressing yourself with speed. “Have fun with Joy.” You tell him, buttoning your jeans, and gathering your shoes in your hand. Anything to get out of this humiliating scenario.

You shove your way past Ari’s confused figure. Which stops you as he grabs your elbow, “I’m not understanding what the big deal is? You’re telling me you haven’t been sleeping around.”

You remove your elbow from his grasp, “No. I haven’t. And if I did, I’d at least have the decency to let you know.” And with that, you’re out of the room.

Ari stands there for at least a minute, disgruntled and confused with what the fuck just happened. He shakes his head trying to figure out whatever the fuck he was missing.

“You’re a fucking idiot, a moron if you will. Maybe a dodo would fit better?—” Ransom laughs to himself as relaxes in his spot in the frats living room, snacking on his favorite biscuit cookies.

“Ran,” Steve interrupts the way Ransom isn’t helping. Softly shaking his head in reprimandment. “Now isn’t the time.”

Ransom only shrugs, and looks back to the television.

“I hate to say it, man. But Ransom is right, the only answer was in front of you the whole time.” Sam tosses in his opinion, clapping Ari on the back.

“Well what the fuck is it? Why is no one saying what I’m missing?”

“She likes you, Levinson.” Bucky answers, walking through the living room and out the door, his key to his motorcycle swirling around a finger. He didn’t need to know the full conversation to know what exactly was going on. He would’ve stayed to watch the aftermath, but he had a certain spicy redhead waiting for him at her apartment

Ari doesn’t mean to sound dramatic, but he quite literally feels the world tilt on its axis at the discovery. He’s admired you for a while, but never in his mind did he think he was the right guy for you. He’s seen the guys you’ve dated before and they were the complete opposite.

Intelligent, brainy, in tons of clubs, they wouldn’t do stupid shit like fighting on ice skates because it’s fun. They were guys who any mother would love.

Fuck. He can’t believe this, there’s no way.

“What—“

“Dude, you can’t be so blind, to not see how in love with you she basically is,” Ransom says around a mouth full of cookies. “The sex is probably great, but you think a chick like her is gonna wanna be around you without an ounce of admiration.”

“I think what Ransom is trying to say is: there’s a lot of telling that y/n has feelings for you, and I’m pretty sure her getting offended that you’re sleeping with other people is a big one.” Steve says.

“Fuck.” Ari groans, running his hand down his face and over his scruff.

“How would you feel if y/n told you she was screwing someone else?” Sam asks.

“Livid.”

Sam snaps his finger pointing at the dark look already on Ari’s face. “There you go.”

“Fuck. She’s not even answering my calls. What the hell am I supposed to do?”

“Give her time to cool. If anything, maybe she’ll be at the game?” Steve offers.

“Maybe,” Ari mutters.

But you never picked up a single call and for some reason, even picked up that Ari thought of swinging by your apartment. You had texted him to leave you alone.

And then Saturday rolled around…

“How long have you been into hockey? I’d never take you up as a sports girl. Sorry that sounded terrible—“

“It’s okay, Jake.” You laugh. “Not until this year, you’re right I’m not really into sports at all. What about you?”

“I really got into it with my dad, we used to watch every game together if we could,” he smiles at the memories.

“That’s really sweet,” you smile back, placing your hand over his.

Jake Jensen is a computer science major you befriended over your French class last semester. But the both of you basically ran in the same social groups, leading to you guys staying friends.

When talking about the upcoming game, you had let it slip that you passed the deadline to donate your ticket, and couldn’t find anyone to sell it to. Leaving you to go to the game alone or getting a strike.

Jake was kind enough to let you join him. You would’ve joined Natasha and the others, but it felt too weird to you and you wanted no chance running into Ari. Especially since you weren’t wearing his jersey like you usually do.

You haven’t spoken to him all week, minus the small text you sent, and you refused to. Even though he had tried non stop to run into you on campus.

“Have you—“ Jake starts, but is interrupted by the commentators introducing the team. Everyone stood up and cheered at the sight of the school’s players.

Ari skates out with a smile on his face, lifting a hand in the air as he waves and joins the line of his teammates. As he does so, he tries to find you, but it’s hard to distinguish you among the wave of people in the stadium. Especially since you weren’t seated in your undesignated-designated seat closer to the rink.

But he shakes it off, putting himself in the right mindset for the game.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for our favorite time of the night: THE KISS CAM!”

Some players skate and others like Ari, watch the Jumbotron during the brief break.

The first is an elderly couple, then a pair of random strangers who kiss under the playful pressure, two pairs of students, parents with their children who dramatically gag. That makes everyone chuckle, including himself.

They go around the stadium one last and he cannot fucking believe it. His hand becomes around his stick.

He can feel his teammates staring at him in sympathy. But Ari cannot look away from the Jumbotron.

The first thing he notices is your flustered smile, that you came to the game sans his jersey, and the most noticeable of all is the dork sitting next to you with his arm behind your seat, looking just as bashful.

He’s livid. You’ve been avoiding him all week, probably doing who knows what with this guy.

“You know what you gotta do,” teases the commentator. You laugh behind the back of your hand. Jake sits beside you just as flustered, scratching his eyebrow with his thumb.

In no way is he against kissing Y/n, but he also doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

“C’mon folks!”

You stare at Jake, shrugging a shoulder in question. Jake only smiles back before sitting up straighter. The both of you go to lean in. Your lips press softly against his until a loud smack of temper glass breaks it up.

The two of you jolt away at the sound of a disgruntled voice. You look to see Ari, “hey!” His voice booms. “Back the fuck off my girl!”

“What— who is he?” Jake’s eyebrows knit together as he points towards the enraged giant pointing a menacing finger towards him.

“An asshole who doesn’t know what he wants.” You answer, shaking your head towards Ari before you place a kiss on Jake’s cheek.

You watch as Ari stands behind the plexiglass. And even though you’re about eight rows back, you can see the confused and upset expression on his face. A pinch in his eyebrows and a pitiful glare in his eyes.

“I’m really sorry about that, Jake.”

“It’s nothing, don't worry.” He smiles, “Do you want popcorn or anything?”

“Sour patch kids, if that’s alright.”

“No problem.”

You look at anywhere but Ari during the rest of the brief intermission.

Ari 🏒🦁

—Meet me outside the locker room

—Please?

You sigh as you grab your stuff. Just before the two of you reach outside the stadium, you gain Jake’s attention.

“I’m really sorry to cut our hangout short, but I had a lot of fun. I just have to handle something really quickly.”

Jake tries not to show the disappointment on his face, “I’m gonna rightfully assume it has something to do with that ‘asshole who doesn’t know what he wants’?”

“Unfortunately,” you smile ruefully.

“Okay,” he nods his head. “I hope everything goes well. I’ll see you around?”

“Definitely,” you hug him before you make your way outside the doors of the locker rooms, with no trouble which you can guess is because of Ari.

You smile awkwardly at the glances of Ari’s teammates. You hate that everyone has seen that happen and you assume most of his teammates know the intimate details of what’s gone down between you two. Which only adds another layer of unnecessary awkwardness. Time passes before you feel a light tap on your shoulder, looking up to see Steve at your side, a timid grin.

“The locker is all cleared out, he’s in there waiting for you.”

“Thanks, Steve.”

“Ari?” You walk in to him tying his sweatpants.

He turns around with a mournful look on his face. His sweatpants low enough that you can see the bands of his Calvin’s; he’s shirtless so his six pack is on display and glistening from his shower; his hair is disheveled, but the ends still curl at the ends; and he has a towel thrown over shoulder.

You can ask any women how they could not be hung up on a guy as attractive as him.

“Hey,” he sends a small smile, making his way towards you.

“Wait—“ you interrupt, ��We cannot have this conversation if you’re shirtless.”

He won’t argue, but he does as you’ve said and throws on some ratty t shirt in his locker. He sits on the bench in front of his locker, patting the spot next to you.

You sit beside him, making sure to keep some distance between you two.

“I see you’re not wearing your jersey?”

The audacity of men will always surprise you.

“Your jersey and is that really the first thing you want to talk about?”

“You’re right…” warily his hand grabs yours and when he sees you won’t retract from him, he brings it his plush lips. “I’m really sorry, Y/n. Seriously.”

“What you said Sunday was totally uncalled for and spiteful— and where do you get off announcing to practically the whole state that I'm your girl? And You embarrassed poor Jake for nothing.”

“It wasn’t for nothin’ and the douche will be fine.” He staggers at the fire in your eyes. “Sorry, I’m sorry.”

“That seems to be the only thing you can say,” you huff. You turn to him, needing to know the answer to this. “Are you really sleeping with other people?”

He notices how small your voice is as you ask.

He sighs and looks down for a little, before tightening the grasp of your hand. “I was.”

You stand up while trying to get Ari to let go of your hand. The last thing you want is for him to see the tears begging to fall.

Ari stands with you in haste, bringing his other hand to palm your cheek as he looks down at you. Those piercing blue eyes saying so many things at once. “Was. I was. Listen, I haven’t slept with anyone else other than you since last month. It was a moment of weakness and you can’t be mad at me for it. We’ve never made anything official, baby.”

“Do you even care about me? At all.”

It feels vulnerable and desirous, but you’re unsure how you can continue without asking.

“What? Did tonight not show you that?”

You go to argue, but he cuts you off before you can start.

Both his hands cup your face while his thumb draws circles on the apple of your cheekbones.

“I love you.”

Your breath picks up at his admission.

“It’s been months coming, but you gotta know since our first night together I haven’t slept with anyone other than Joy and that was only once. And I didn’t think I could tell you because.. I’m just not the guy you typically go for, Y/n. But I guess that was my own insecurities playing a part of that. I’m rambling and i probably sound like Steve after he takes one hit. But I promise I’ve admired you for so long and it has never been just sex to me. I don’t want my stupid mistake to get in the way of us trying correctly this time.”

You swing your arm over the back of his neck and pull him in a kiss, your other hand fists his shirt.

He lags at first before his brain catches up and he’s kissing you back harder. He tilts his head just a smidge like he always does and one of his hands comes up to cup the back of your head. You feel his other hand cup the side your body. His hand roams up and down before he’s slipping it behind you to squeeze your ass. You moan into him, pressing your body closer to him.

Both your breaths pick up and you know you need a breather. So you pull away in a blur.

“I love you too.”

He smiles at your admission. One of those adorable, rare smiles not many get to see from the broody man.

You smack his arm and he grabs it with a questioning look.

“But I’m still really pissed at you and I’m not letting you off easy.”

“Even if I ask you to be my girlfriend?” He snakes his brawny arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he ducks to kiss your cheek.

“Even then,” you giggle, turning his head for a kiss. “And that’s a yes.”

a/n: it's been so long, hi!!! sorry i disappeared

if you enjoyed pls don’t forget to reblog or give feedback 💗

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quizzicalwriter · 6 months

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can you please do a pt.2 to PDA where the next day Dally tries to make reader squirt again because he loved it sm. Thank you!

Cherry Waves

Pairing: Dallas Winston x Fem!Reader

Summary: Continuation of ‘PDA.’ After being caught in the bathroom at a house party, Dallas decides to take you back to his place.

Warning: SMUT. MDNI. Fingering, oral, titty attention, squirting (all reader receiving.)

A/N: Thank you for the request! Part one here!

Word Count: 2.6k

Your legs felt sticky, still wet in some places as you tried your best to make yourself comfortable in the passenger seat of Dallas’s car. To be fair he’d had the worst of it, but he didn’t seem to mind, if anything it seemed to have turned him on. Whenever you looked over to him your eyes would venture south, focusing on the areas around his thighs and calves that were practically soaked in your arousal.

Luck had been on your side when you two left the party, none of the guys asked why, maybe because they already knew - it would certainly explain why a few of them refused to meet your eyes. It was far from the first time any of them had overheard you or Dallas, but you could only imagine physical evidence of the deed was far more shocking than noises from a room over. What you’d failed to realize was that was the exact reason why Dallas refused to cover the spots, he wanted people to see, wanted people to know just how good he made you feel.

You’d hardly had a moment to linger on the thoughts before Dallas pulled into the semi-empty parking lot of Buck’s bar. As he shifted the gear into park he turned to look at you, smiling as he looked you over. He seemed to be mulling something over, that same cocky look on his face that he’d worn in the bathroom at that party not even an hour earlier making itself known.

“What?” You asked through a laugh, stomach fluttering with arousal and nerves at what could be going through his mind.

“I want to make you cum like that again.” He replied, tilting his head back in a triumphant manner as he pulled the keys from the ignition, leaning over you to open your car door before doing the same for his. “I think I can, if you’ll let me.”

You hadn’t even thought it possible when he’d made you do it for the first time, and now he wanted to do it again? The thought made you flush, but you agreed nonetheless, a soft laugh passing your lips as you nodded.

“Sure, you can try.” You replied, pushing open the car door, smiling over your shoulder at him as you two walked to the bar entrance. “I don’t think you can though, that- that was a spur-of-the-moment thing.”

He seemed to take your doubt about his skills as a challenge, eyes narrowing as he followed after you, hands finding your hips as he guided you through the doors. He leaned down, leveling his lips with the shell of your ear as he whispered, “We’ll see about that, doll.”

His hands lingered on your hips as you walked up the stairs toward his bedroom, occasionally moving to cup your ass, squeezing the plush flesh hard enough to make you squeak and try to run up the rest of the steps, only to be quickly caught by him. He wrapped his arms around your middle, lifting you up and off the ground before carrying you toward his bedroom, nudging the door open with his foot before plopping you down on his bed.

You unbuttoned your jeans, watching him with an eager smile as you shimmied the denim off of your legs, kicking it off the end of the bed before doing the same with your underwear. As soon as he’d locked the door he turned to face you, eyes widening momentarily at the sight of you half-naked before him. He moved toward you then, removing his shirt and jeans before crawling over top of you.

If there was one part of you Dallas could never get enough of, it was your tits. The man was practically obsessed with them, always cupping them in his hands, kissing them, sucking on them, or leaving marks over them - he loved them. You knew exactly what he was going to do as his hands smoothed up and underneath your shirt, bunching the fabric up as he went before helping you out of it. He leaned down, kissing from your navel to your ribs, his hands seeking out your back where he unclasped your bra, tossing it to a far corner of his bedroom after.

“So perfect.” He murmured, leaning back on his knees to look over your body, a soft glimmer in his eyes as his hands smoothed up and down your sides. You flushed at the look, turning your head away as you whined, never having been one for close examination - especially the type Dallas seemed to be infatuated with whenever he had you naked and beneath him. His eyes would rake over you as though you were fine art - which in his eyes, you were.

His hands moved to your breasts, thumbs flicking over your hardening nipples as he gently kneaded the soft flesh, a sigh passing his lips as he leaned down, taking one into his mouth as he continued kneading the other. Your back arched, pressing your chest flush with him as his tongue circled your bud, sucking it into his mouth like a man starved. His free hand moved between your legs, middle and ring finger lazily circling your clit. You rolled your hips into his touch, letting your head fall back against the mattress as you gave yourself over to the near-overwhelming bliss.

He moved his mouth to your other breast, humming against your skin in response to the noises that fell from your lips, pleased with himself as he felt you clench against the pads of his fingertips, cunt practically begging to swallow his fingers. He swirled his fingers around your opening, teasing you as he trailed open-mouthed kisses along your chest. You could feel your wetness dripping down your cunt, surely having coated his fingers. Only after your hips began bucking up to meet his touch did he give you what you were so eager to receive, pressing his middle and ring finger deep into your cunt. You whined, eyes squeezing shut as you squeezed around his fingers.

He did something he’d never done before then, he moved his fingers up and down, repeatedly hitting that spot within you that made you involuntarily clench your thighs together. You moaned, the noise loud, louder than you expected. He loved it, smile widening as he looked up at you, not slowing his movements for a moment. Incoherent words slipped past your lips as you reached down, grasping feebly at his wrist in an attempt to have him slow down, although you weren’t sure if you wanted him to. The feeling was insurmountable, something you’d never experienced before.

You felt tears pricking at your eyes from the onslaught of pleasure, Dallas’s fingers jerking up into your cunt, your hand wrapped around his wrist doing hardly anything other than holding him close. You could hear your cum sloshing against his fingers, the noise paired with his self-satisfied laugh as he pressed his fingers deeper, wanting to feel all of you wrapped tight around his digits.

“‘S too much.” You slurred out, voice closer to a sob than anything else. It did nothing to deter Dallas, as he only laughed in response and used his other hand to push against your lower stomach, the added pressure causing you to cry out, cunt spasming around his fingers.

“You can take it.” He whispered, thumb brushing against your clit as his middle and ring finger pumped into you, your cum coating his fingers and palm. “Wanted me to fuck you so bad, you can take my fingers.”

You could only manage a mewl in response, head falling back against the bedspread as he continued fingering you. Your hips trembled in his hold, orgasm building rapidly in your lower stomach, accompanied by a faint pressure you recognized all too well.

“Dal-“ You babbled, earning a condescending coo from his lips as he looked up at you, tilting his head to the side. “What, doll? Can’t take it?”

Before you could reply you were cumming around his fingers, a sound akin to a scream tearing its way from your chest as your back arched from the bed. Your grasp on his wrist tightened, feeling your fingers and inner thighs being soaked by your cum.

“Fuck yeah.” Dallas groaned, words full of awe as your fluids dripped from your thighs onto the floor below, wetting his legs in the process. He continued his movements, wanting to milk every last ounce of ecstasy from you before he’d even consider giving you the chance to breathe.

Your cunt looked gorgeous, glistening in the moonlight pouring in through his bedroom windows. Before you could push him away he sunk to his knees, looping his arms around your upper thighs to pull you down to his waiting mouth. He lapped at your clit, tongue delving between your folds. You could only squeak, hardly able to pull air into your lungs as you grasped at his hair.

He hummed against your clit, loving the feeling of your fluttering cunt against his tongue paired with your fingers in his hair. He couldn’t get enough of you, so he decided to get as much of you as he possibly could. His grasp on your thighs tightened, lips encircling your clit as he sucked it into his mouth, letting off with a lewd pop, lowering his head to lick a stripe up your cunt, eyes nearly rolling back at the taste of your arousal coating his tongue.

Your thigh muscles twitched underneath his hold, lungs burning for air as your back arched. The overstimulation was blinding, yet he didn’t stop, and you didn’t know whether you hated or loved him for it. You could hear him sucking at your cunt, practically drinking your arousal. The sounds alone made you clench around nothing, your hold on his brunette strands tightening as you ground down against his face.

His hand tapped lightly against your thigh, followed by him pulling away, eyes flickering up to meet yours before he spit on your cunt. The act shocked you, but turned you on far more than you thought it would. You were left open-mouthed, a whine falling from your lips as he licked another stripe up your folds, eyes locked on yours the entire time. You felt your cheeks burning, but you were unable to look away as he all but devoured you.

It was carnal in its purest form, leaving you rutting up into his mouth as his tongue skillfully worked at your clit, slurping up your juices as they coated his lips and tongue. You could feel your third orgasm of the night building before you could register it, eyes fluttering shut as you gave into the all-encompassing pleasure, earning a groan of satisfaction from Dallas as you came against his tongue. His arms tightened around your thighs as you jerked away from his mouth, determined to continue his work as you twitched from your orgasm. You could feel him smiling against your cunt as he watched you squirm beneath him, absolutely loving the way you whined for him.

He only pulled away when he felt satisfied, leaving your chest heaving for breath as your hand fell from his forearm, somehow having found itself there in the throes of your ecstasy. He crawled over top of you, turning your face to meet his gaze, his smile gentle as he looked down at you. You returned the look, pupils blown and face flushed. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours in a feverish kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

His hand moved down to his boxers, pushing them down enough to free his cock, hissing into the kiss from the relief of it no longer pressing against the fabric. He trailed his lips from yours, kissing down your throat and onto your chest, his hand moving to hook under your thigh to rest it around his hip.

“Can’t cum again, Dal.” You murmured, looking up to him. He simply smiled, leaning up to press a kiss to your forehead as he pushed into you, grunting at the wet, warmth of your cunt wrapping around him. “You can, doll. I’ll make you.”

His pace was brutal from the start, his hand grasping your hip tight enough to make you wince, the pain bundled with the feeling of him consistently bottoming himself out with each thrust left you breathless, whimpering out his name as he fucked you senseless. After a moment he leaned up, causing you to whine at the sudden emptiness, he only shushed you as he moved to his knees. He smoothed his hand up under your thigh, doing the same with the other, pressing your thighs to your chest, effectively bending you in half as he pushed back into you.

The new angle knocked the wind from your lungs, his tip brushing against your cervix with each roll of his hips. Your calves rested against his shoulders, one hell of a cocky look on his face at the sounds he was forcing from you. With your thighs pushed to your chest you could feel that spot within you being rutted against, every canter forward of his hips brushing his cock against it. The oversensitivity from your prior orgasms had every sensation amplified, leaving you a whimpering mess, eyes blurred with tears as he fucked you. He brought his hand up, gently brushing away the tears, but not doing anything to soften his harsh thrusts into you.

It felt as though he were brushing against your clit from inside your cunt, the feeling confusing and mesmerizing all in one, leaving you wanting him to never stop, even as your cunt fluttered around him with your impending orgasm. Your hands were flush against his chest, nails subtly digging into his chest.

“Dal-“ You whined in a tone he knew by heart. He nodded, smiling down at you as he continued his pace, only leaning down to press his lips to yours, swallowing your moans as your orgasm built to a peak. You felt the sensation flow through you, cunt spasming around his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm. You felt him chuckle into your kiss, pulling away with a satisfied groan as he placed his hands on either side of your head, fingers tightening in the fabric of the bedsheets as he slammed into you, cum mixing with his as it dripped down your ass and onto the sheets.

“Soaked the sheets.” He grunted out, a smile still on his lips. “Love seein’ that, feelin’ you soak me.”

His words would’ve embarrassed you if it weren’t for the feelings flowing through you, the orgasm fading and giving way to near-painful overstimulation. You whined, pushing at his lower stomach, but he didn’t relent. With a sharp thrust forward of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt inside of your cunt, filling you full of his cum as he groaned out your name.

“So good.” He whispered, wincing a fair bit as he pulled out of you, moving to lay down beside you before pulling you into him. “Did so good, doll.”

You could only nod in response, finally able to catch your breath after what seemed like hours of cumming for him. As you rested your cheek to his chest you could hear his heartbeat thumping steadily against his chest, along with the calming sound of his lungs filling with air. You tilted your head to the side, pressing a kiss to his clavicle before resuming your position resting against his front.

“We need to change the sheets.” You responded, voice hoarse. “I can feel how wet they are.”

Dallas only laughed, pressing a kiss to your forehead before resting his head back against his pillow, not fazed in the slightest at the mess you’d both made of the sheets.

“Fuck it.”

A/N: Thank you for the request! Yes, I wrote twice in a day. I hope you enjoy the filth, I tried to be as descriptive as possible. I know I like that stuff, so I figured you guys would as well. As always, thank you for reading and any interactions you may give my work! You can find this along with all of my other work over on my ao3 under the user, “Unscriptural.”

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dollyyss · 5 months

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HIIHII I LUV UR BLOG SM OMG CAN I BE 🃏-ANON?!?!?

Uhhh heres a request!! What about Kyle x childhoodbestfriend!reader (who was apart of the main 4's gang) and their first time doing the naughty??? *GIGGLES AND KICKS FEET*

OF COURSE YOU CAN BE 🃏anon!!! HEHE IDK WHY BUT IT MAKES ME SO GIDDYS HAVING ANONS TEHEHEHEH

ITS ALSO BEEN YEARS SINCE I WROTE SMUT SO BARE WITH ME AS I TRY TO GET THE HANG OUT IT AGAIN

Also I apologize for any mistakes, I’m like hella sick rn and super tired so I’ll try and edit this better once I come back from NAP ITS CALLING FOR ME

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Kyle x childhood best friend reader and their first time

Established Relationship ₊ ⊹

All characters aged up! Highschool AU! ‧₊˚✩彡

Kyle x reader 𐙚

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut/NSFW

“Cartman, if you’re gonna say it then do it dude, you always say shit and you never do it” Stan rolled his eyes, tossing his hat off onto the dewy grass and sighing. Cartman only glared. “What? You saying I’m not honest?! Everything I’ve ever said I’ve always lived up to and done? Right? Right guys?” Kyle lifted his head off the hammock, his hand slowly sliding down your back as you laid with him. You’ve always been apart of their group. The four of them took you in almost immediately when you moved to South Park in the fourth grade and you’ve all been friends ever since, though Kyle and you had always been the closest and everyone knew that but never really looked much into it. I mean you’ve both only ever just been friends. His slender fingers found their way under your shirt, tracing your spine in slow motions. “Cartman you’ve only ever lived up to your words when it benefits you. You sadistic fuck” he laid his head back down, one leg dangling off the hammock to softly push the both of you. Cartman mumbled something under his breath before he stood wiping off anything on his pants from the grass “well I’m out, I’ve had enough of you losers for one day” your head popped up from Kyle’s chest saying goodbye to the chubbier boy and looking at Stan and Kenny for a moment. Kenny was passed out on the grass of your backyard and Stan sat beside him smiling softly at you. “He’s a hoot isn’t he?” You giggled softly before looking up at Kyle who was already smiling down at you. Over the years it wasn’t exactly hard to tell that Kyle had developed feelings for you.. but he didn’t know how to tell you nor did he think he ever would. He didn’t want to ruin what you two had right now, and if that meant he could only cuddle like this? Hug you like that.. then he’d keep it a secret, well all except from Stan who met Kyle’s eyes with a sly smirk. “Well,” Stan spoke up once more still staring at Kyle and softly smacking Kenny’s chest to wake him up in which he woke up with a startle. “I think it’s time for me and Kenny to head out, I need him to help me with band shit” Kenny slowly stood up, his lanky form stretching “I do..?” “You do.” He glared at him before grabbing his hat and saying a goodbye as well as Kenny. There was a moment of silence and amongst the birds singing sweet melodies, Kyle’s soft noises almost intertwined with their chirps. The sun dusted over his face exposing many freckles, his curled hair much brighter in the sun. Your finger reached up to curl it more, admiring his face. “I remember when your hair used to be so long, messy” he opened one eye, green gems staring down at you “and you don’t like it now?” Your eyes softly widened. His hair was shorter now, a bit of shag but he kept his hair neat and short. One curl always dangling against his forehead, whilst the others were somewhat swept to the side. “No! I.. do, just reminiscing i guess.” He stared down for a moment. You made it so god damn hard to not kiss you, to not pull you in and crash his lips against yours. You were so tempting.. “Kyle!!” Kyle’s eyes were suddenly widened feeling your hands against his chest and you were sat up right. Your finger tips traced your lips as you watched him through frowned brows. “What was that?! You.. you can’t do that to me.” He kissed you, he kissed you and he wasn’t even thinking. You quickly stood, bare feet against the grass. He did the same swallowing thickly “I..” you didn’t like it? Was that it? Did he fuck up? Ruin everything that he could have just kept if he kept to himself? But at the same time.. did you not feel the way he felt for you..? Sure he always kept it a secret in fear of ruining the friendship, even the group itself.. but you just didn’t feel the same? Was that it? Was this it.

The pages slipped between your fingers, eyes darting over words that felt like honey melting the ridges of your mind. Your feet rubbed against each other, biting the inside of your cheek a love story so sickly sweet yet so sad. The boy who always got the love, but could never keep it for long. You sighed unsatisfied with the boys fate once more. You closed your book, bookmarking your spot and resting your head against the fluffed pillow beneath you. Sleep felt so close yet so far when the rock at your window kept you awake, and then.. another. “I swear to god Kenny if that’s you, I’m not sneaking to your god damn par- Kyle..” the wind blew through your curtains, you hair absorbing the cold breeze as your face was inches away from Kyle’s. “Let me in. Please..” you stared at him before nodding slowly, backing away to quietly rush to your door and lock it. Sure Kyle’s stayed the night before but sneaking in, never. He was a goody two shoes.. a loser you may say. He would never do anything to get him in trouble. He was.. the good boy. “Can we talk?” His hands rubbed the back on his neck as he sat on your bed, you slowly following him and sitting next to him. “Kyle if this is about earlier..” he looked at you almost immediately “yes it is. And I’m so sorry okay, I don’t know what I was thinking, I just.. I’ve, I like you okay? A fucking lot and if you don’t feel the same that’s fine I can’t force that on you but I also can’t change how I feel for you, I-“ your hand came to rest on the side of his face, your lips interlocking with his before pulling away and resting your forehead against him, noses softly brushing against each other. “Kyle, I’ve always liked you, I was just taken back that’s all..” a sigh of relief left his lips as he ran a hand through his hair. Before he could speak again you were quick to latch your lips onto his, finding your way onto his lap, arms wrapped around his neck. His hands came to hold onto your thighs, eyes wide for a moment before he eased himself into the kiss. Kyle’s lips left yours to travel down your jaw, whilst doing so he lifted you enough to place you underneath him before diving back down to suck at the soft spot against your neck. Your hands found their way underneath his shirt to allow yourself to scratch at his back earning you a low groan from him. He lifted his head “we don’t have to go any further.. if you feel like you need to stop just tell me” with a soft nod and impatiently waiting for him to stop speak you lifted his shirt over his head, his torso littered in soft freckles, soft abs prominent. “You’re so handsome..” a blush creeped onto his face feeling your hands against his chest and torso. “Shut up…” he bit his bottom lip before kissing your lips and gripping at your sweatpants, pulling them down, slowly kissing at your thighs as he did so. “Mmph Kyle~” his eyes flickered up his body sitting up fully now as he watched your hands reach for his own sweatpants, untying the strings. Before pulling them down you slid your hands up his torso again feeling the slight happy trail. Fingers laced under the hem of his pants, pulling them down slowly and almost immediately groaning at the size in his boxers. “Don’t stare..” he groaned and held your face softly pulling down his own boxers earning a soft slap to his lower stomach as his member popped up. Your eyes widened before cleaning your throat and watching his fingers move closer to your underwear. “Can I?” He asked sweetly waiting for your consent to continue. When you nodded he pulled them down your legs. He was almost shaking, he felt his nerves working their up to his stomach as your legs spread open for him. His teeth tugged at his bottom lip whilst lining himself up with you. “If you want me to stop just say it okay? Please.” You nodded “I know Kyle I know it’s okay, I’m okay” he nodded at your statement, his hands finding yours to place them beside your head, squeezing them as he pushed himself further and further into you. His head hung low for a moment, lips slightly agape as he squeezed his eyes shut “fuck..”

He spoke breathlessly, his face hiding in the crook of your neck. He stayed still for a moment, waiting for you to adjust. When you tapped his shoulder blade he slowly began to move, his lips attached to your neck, shivering at the feeling of your nails gripping at his back, dragging down to his sides to hold onto him as he continued to move. “Feels.. so good..” he mumbled against you, his arms pushed himself half way up, his hips rocking back and forth in a painfully slow pace. “Ky more, m-more please go faster” you Practically begged him, clenching around him as his hips snapped against yours in quick ruts. Kyle lifted himself up fully, grabbing your legs and placing them over his shoulders, his hands coming back down to rest at either side of your waist whilst his eyes stared into yours. He was half lidded, lips pulled tight between his teeth “i’m close.. so close, cum with me please I w-wanna feel you cum on me” he whispered, his moans so beautiful. His thrusts became sloppier though he tried to keep his quick pace his hips would snap and stutter occasionally and when your hands came to either side of his face pulling him into a kiss, he whimpered. His body tingling all over. It wasn’t long before you were calling out his name, legs wrapped around him fully and cumming in unison. Your hands tangled in his curls, his own hands gripping at your hips, trying so desperately to push and bury his cock deeper into your warmth. When he pulled out he practically groaned at his load dripping out of you. “I guess that’s one way to tell your best friend you like them” you giggled tiredly, your fingers tracing at his forearm. Kyle smirked softly before getting ready to clean you up “so..” he was quiet for a moment, softly wiping down your body. “Do you like me?” You pushed his shoulder a bit “of course you idiot, I’ve liked you for like ever, just never knew how to tell you” you spoke quietly, letting him finish cleaning you up. When he was done he laid down beside you, pulling the covers up over yours and his shoulder. “You think you’ll parents will kill me if they find me in your bed?” You looked back at him, wiggling yourself into his body. “I’ll tell them your parents had a fight so you came to stay” you smiled gently at him, gripping his hand and pulling it so it wrapped around your body. There was silence.

“I love you.” Kyle spoke groggily.

You smiled, a blush creeping to your cheeks.

“I love you too Ky”

#🃏 anon #south park x reader #south park x y/n #south park x you #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski x y/n #south park hcs #south park headcanons #south park #south park fanfiction

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mediocreanomaly · 9 months

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Uncanny Vash HC’s (SFW)

Authors Note: I’m sweating I have so many drafts to get out so I'm going in order, I promise all your ask shall be answered let me feed the creature lovers rq tho- Uncanny Vash is funny and I like to think about weird creature boyfriend, some repeats from the cuddling HC’s because this was already in the works but suck it up buttercup

• I’ll start easy with my “Vash purr’s” propaganda because Vash 100% purrs

•Only thing is he’s not a small animal, he’s a full grown man (plant?) so his purring is a bit different, it’s pretty loud and sounds like a rumbling motor rather than a soft rattle, and often sounds like it comes from every direction. It’s a bit unnerving if you don’t know it’s him making the noise

•It’s still soothing though, especially if your laying on his chest or if he’s laying on you? Let those vibrations sooth you to sleep, Vash happy purring naps are the best

• Staying on the topic of noises, Vash can do that chattering thing cats do. He doesn’t do it unless he’s with people he’s close with but if he’s interested in something you’ll just hear “ack ack ack ack” and turn to see him laser focused on something chittering away

•Vash’s eyes do that animal reflection thing, and it’s honestly terrifying to wake up to at night and although he knows they do this he some how never comprehends how scary it is to see him looking at you in the dark

•I see it like that one south park audio: *Everyone in the dark* Meryl: “Y/N I’m starting to think this is a really bad idea” Milly: “Oh I’m not Y/N, I’m Milly! I thought you were Y/N?” Meryl: “No I’m Meryl” Wolfwood: “You’re Meryl? Where’s Y/N?” Meryl: “Who are you?” Wolfwood: “I’m Wolfwood!” Vash who’s eyes are currently glowing in the dark: “ha ha guess who I am you guys!”

•All of Vash’s proportions are just ever so slightly off, it’s a plant thing, you’ve seen his sisters. This is one that freaks people out because sometimes they notice it but can’t figure out what they are seeing

•Basically: his arms and legs are just a little too long, his fingers stretch a bit too far, his eyes are a little too big, he’s a bit too tall, all stuff that once added up are kind of hard to pick out when your looking at him as a whole, so you know something is off about this man but you just don’t know what...

•Teeth? Teeth. Vash has fangs, in fact most his back teeth starting from his canines are pretty sharp. You don’t really notice unless he yawns and you watch as all his sharp back teeth are flashed in his gaping mouth and- oh he stopped yawning don’t worry about it

•Vash can drink water with his skin. His sisters have to live in the tanks and take in water through their skin and while Vash prefers to drink like a normal human he can totally dip his hand in anybody of water and it’ll hydrate him. It’s a party trick his does for the group and it freaks Wolfwood out when he drains a cup with his hand

•Vash frog blinks lmao. If he stares at something for too long or is really focused he’ll blink one eye and then the other, he can’t help it

•Speaking of which, Vashes eyes are triple eyelided like a crocodiles, which means he can be asleep and his eyes are wide open. It also means when he frog blinks you can see the other eye lid if you stare hard enough, scares a lot of bar goers who happen to look a bit too closely

•One time Milly had a whole conversation with Vash thinking he was awake but he was not. He was asleep. It’s that damn extra eyelid...if he’s really tired he falls asleep with his eyes open like that. It’s weird.

•He doesn’t keep body heat very well. Maybe it’s due to the fact his sisters live in water but he likes being in the sun to soak up it’s warmth (why else do you think he can wear that coat in the heat?)

•Vash...if he’s distressed will make this noise. You’ve only heard it once when a city was destroyed and he thought you were dead but...it’s like a howl or animal in pain? It echoed through the entire desert and your body had a visceral reaction to it like it was warning you of a feral animal not to be messed with. When you had stumbled out of the rumble the noise had ended as Vash quickly scooped you up into his arms sobbing telling you never to do that again, it still keeps you up sometimes when you think about it

•Vash...somehow? blends in with his surroundings very well. It’s kind of weird, if he stands still its like...hard to see him? but it shouldn’t be, logically this man in a bright red coat should not be able to be missed but sometimes it’s like your brain forces you not to see him. He knows it freaks people out so he talks with his hands and moves a lot so it doesn't happen

•Feathers! Vash sprouts feathers. Usually it’s when he’s very content or happy although it can happen in extreme distress too. They look like normal bird feathers but they shimmer slightly and they feel weird like they’re made of hair, fern or something softer, Vash is pretty embarrassed about them but it’s super pretty

•Vash sometimes get’s places he shouldn’t be able to get to. Your motel room will be fully locked with no key and you’ll open it to see the blonde on the bed and he’ll just wave like it’s no issue. Trust me don’t ask how he got there

#vash x reader #vash x you #uncanny vash #trigun x reader

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skyfallslayer · 9 months

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A Stitch In Time || Prologue

-Bucky Barnes x Daughter!Reader-

Series Masterlist

° Series Summary: A Time Heist mission goes wrong, and some of the Avengers end up in the 1950s. Desperately clinging to their lives, they wind up in a place subconsciously. And unfortunately for Steve, and especially to Bucky, they find themselves face to face with someone they wish not to see.

° Chapter Summary: Worried about how his mission may go, Bucky visits a ‘touchy’ place, and recalls the short life he had with you.

° Date: 7/20

° Rating: Teen

° Word Count: 4,569

° Warning: Talks about death/dying; Reference to Suicide; Guilt; Child Abandonment; Talks of Fertility Issues; Alcohol; Allusions to Depression. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

° A/N: The only excuse I have for taking so long to get this out is because I had an expected mental health break. One that was needed. But I'm back! And I'm slowly updating some of my other stories! So be on the look out for those! Also, let me know if I missed any warnings! Enjoy!

The freshly wetted grass squished underneath his boots with each and every step. His shoulders were slacked, but his wrists were tense as he held the delicate bouquet with both of his hands. He was always nervous to be here, even though he’s done it so many times after finding it, the nervousness never went away. The nausea never stopped too… or the guilt… the fear… the sadness. Nothing ever stopped like he so desperately wanted to. Was this a curse he was stuck with for helping to bring another child into this cruel world?

He reaches the end of his line, just a few short inches away from where his toes could touch the stone; The stone etched with words and numbers that made his heart ache. And when his knees felt weak he lowered himself to the ground, sitting back on his heels. With a bittersweet expression on his features, he removes the old lilies and replaces them with your favorite, pearly white ones. The ones you always smelled like when you came back from playing in the park. Who knew he would miss such a fragrance?

He takes a deep inhale through his nose, and exhales quietly, gathering his thoughts. “Hey, baby girl. It’s been some… time since I’ve visited. I honestly thought I should wait until your half birthday, but…” He trails off, frowning. “But uh, I’m heading off on another mission tomorrow, a… potentially dangerous one.” He chuckles dryly. “You know the deal with those.”

He pauses like he’s waiting for your answer he knows he won’t get, letting the hot summer wind touch his face and through his chocolate locks. He waited for that as his cue to continue on.

“Uh… so…”

It hurts to even think about it.

“I was just…”

Should he even say it?

“Wondering again if it goes south I can…”

Should he repeat what he always says to your grave?

“Be next to you?”

Another pause, this time it felt more painful. It always hurts to be here. It always hurts to say those words because it wasn’t like he had a death wish, it wasn’t like he was afraid of death, he just… didn’t know if he deserved to be next to you. You were his whole world and he fucked it up. Fucked it up so bad that it makes him more anxious to want to hold you, and hug you, and kiss you, and just talk to you. He loves you.

He’s loved you since the very beginning.

Bucky would have fallen back in shock if it wasn’t for the small bundle in his arms. His ex-girlfriend had just said some words that he didn’t need to hear right now. Couldn’t even comprehend it.

No, it wasn’t, ‘Can we get back together? I made a mistake’.

No, It wasn’t, ‘The baby isn’t yours’.

No it was–

“What do you mean you’re leaving?” He asked, disbelief etched in his words. There was also an underlying sense of anger and betrayal, because–

She couldn’t be serious...

Right?

He watched the woman standing in front of him roll her eyes, snatching her purse from his living room’s couch while responding, “I don’t want her. I only had her because you wanted to keep the baby after finding out I was pregnant.”

He nearly doubled over when he heard the disgust in her voice. “So you’re just going to leave?” Bucky asked, seeing his ex now putting on her winter coat. “But our daughter needs a mother figu–”

“YOUR daughter.” His ex snapped, poison on her tongue. “That baby–” She points furiously. “That baby is a spitting image of you. All the way from the shape of her face to the way she smiles. Everything. Which is fine by me, I don’t want someone looking like me out in the world.”

Bucky opened his mouth to speak as he followed her behind as she walked towards the front door. Unfortunately, she beats him to it. “As for a mother figure, you’ve got three sisters and a mom. That baby can pick up skills from them.”

She swings the door open, letting in the cold breeze of February. Snowflakes flew in, sticking to her clothes and curly hair. Bucky immediately stood sideways and drew you as far away as he could from the freezing air.

(Was she trying to freeze you?!)

“Dottie!” He called out from the doorway, stopping her on the porch.

She wasn’t even going to look back at him, wasn’t she? Or even look at you? Did she truly not feel anything?

He doesn’t know why but his voice cracked, and although he and his ex’s relationship was always rocky, and they both knew that whatever was between them wasn’t going to work out, he still doesn’t want her to leave him alone with a one week old.

“Come on…” He continued, quietly. “At least stay for a couple months until I can do this on my own.” His lower lip quivered slightly. “Please?”

He felt you shift a bit in his arms, probably from the weather, and waited for her to turn around…

But she never did.

“Goodbye, James.” Dottie said, before trailing across the snow covered path to the sidewalk.

Bucky watches her disappear into the night, his feet glued to the floor even when part of his mind told him to run after her. It would be a lie if he said that he didn’t want to go after her, thinking that maybe she’ll change her mind if actually begs, but the mere thought went out the door when you started to get fussy and cry.

Something deep within him kicked in, probably that parental instincts he’s heard about from his own parents, and all his attention was turned to you cradled in a lilac colored blanket.

“Hey…” He whispered, readjust his hold so that he could gently brush their–

No.

That’s officially gone out the window.

It’s just his daughter. His.

He readjust his hold so that he could gently brush HIS daughter’s cheek. To brush your cheek like a soft paint brush across a canvas. “Hey. Don’t cry.” He says, soothingly.

He makes a soft shushing sound as he closes the front door with his hip, before carefully guiding himself to sit near the fireplace. He lays you cautiously in his lap, almost in awe as he sees your eyes peeking open for the first time.

(Y/E/C) eyes.

So beautiful like the world itself. He almost wanted to start taking pictures.

Maybe later though.

He chuckles sadly, tears in his own as he brushes your cheeks again. “Don’t cry. Don’t cry, I got you.” He said, smiling down. “I got you, baby girl.”

You cooed quietly, staring back at him with a bit of curiosity. The look you were giving him melted his heart, but it also made him feel like he didn’t deserve any of this.

“I’m sorry…” He croaks, sniffling. “It looks like it’s just going to be me and you, doll. I’m so sorry. I hope you can forgive me.”

You made the cute sounds that took his breath away again, taking up his whole surroundings. However, if it wasn’t for his military training, he probably wouldn’t have even heard someone tumbling down the stairs. Bucky glances at the living room entrance, finding a certain skinny blond that he called his best friend. He saw his chest move slightly, and could almost hear him panting from here.

“S-Sorry.” Steve exhales, leaning against the door frame. “Your mom sent me down here when we heard everything go quiet.”

Bucky smiled a little. “She got worried?”

Steve copies him with a chuckle. “Yeah. She wanted to make sure you hadn’t run off with her grandchild.”

The brunette shakes his head. “That sounds like my mother.” He turns his attention back on you, but from the corner of his eye he could see his friend shifting uncomfortably, almost hesitantly, in his spot. His smile grows. “Come here.”

“What?” The blond said, genuinely confused.

“Come here, Steve. You can see her.”

He stiffens up a bit, looking unsure. “H-Her… A-Are you… are you sure?” Steve asked, pointing towards the stairs in the hallway. “I-I shouldn’t be the one seeing your baby first. Shouldn’t I–”

“Get your ass over here, Rogers.” Bucky said, almost wishing he could free his hand up and drag him by the ear (he was always so timid and too cautious sometimes).

Not even daring to question his best friend’s wish, Steve wandered over and took a seat on the couch next to Bucky. He leans in close, examining the small bundle in the soldier’s arms.

Steve’s big blue eyes lit up with joy. “Wow, Buck. She’s adorable.” He said, as you scrunch up your nose to show off your cute, chubby cheeks.

“She is.” Bucky said, fighting back the stinging sensation in his eyes again. He now wonders…

(Is this what it's going to feel like all the time now?)

After a moment of silence, Bucky threw his friend through another loop. “Wanna hold her?”

Steve held his hands up in defense almost immediately after those words left his tongue. “Oh, no. I shouldn’t.”

“I trust you.” Bucky holds you out a little, a reassuring look on his face.

Steve raises a cautious eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Yes.” Bucky laughs. “I’ll show you.”

Bucky then takes his time showing Steve how to hold you, giving him pointers and readjusting everyone once and awhile until he has you in a good position. The blond’s nerves seemed to vanish into thin air when he started to see that you were looking at him with the same curious eyes you made at your father. Those eyes of yours could melt anyone’s hard shells at this point.

Steve chuckles, and grins as he gets butterflies in his stomach from you. “What’s her name?” He asks, sparing a glance at your dad for a split second. “Did Dottie ever give her one?”

Bucky shakes his head sadly. “No.” He said, his voice feeling rather small at the moment. “No she didn’t. I’m tasked with giving her one.”

“Have you thought of any? I know you were looking through some books a few weeks back.”

“I have and I think…” He takes another good look at you, making sure the name was the right choice. “I was thinking… (Y/N).”

“(Y/N)?” The blond repeats back, testing it out like an echo chamber for his friend who nodded back.

“Yeah. (Y/N).” Bucky tests it out his lips as other names start to form. “(Y/N)... Stevie Barnes.”

He looks up in surprise. “Stevie?” Steve asks in disbelief again.

Bucky smiles. “Well, I heard Stevie is the girl version of Steve, so…”

“But…” His blue eyes look away again, looking completely torn.

Your father raises an eyebrow over this. “But what?”

“You’re flattering me way too much, Bucky.”

“Am I?” Bucky asked, tilting his head, slightly puzzled.

“Y-Yes!” Steve said, shaking his head. “Y-You can’t– You shouldn’t name your kid after me.”

Now it was his turn to be even more confused. “Why not?”

“Because, I’m– y-you have sisters! Parents. Y-You should name her after them. Not me.”

“But, Steve, you’re my brother. Besides…” Bucky shifted in his seat, knowing what he’ll say next is touchy. “I know… the doctor said you might not be able to have kids so… think of this as me… giving you a small piece of that.”

Silence befell, the subject was something that really hurt Steve when he heard it the first time; Hell, it even hurt his mother who was present at the time. It kind of haunted him for a while because what could he offer to a person who wanted to share his life?

Steve stares at him for a while before tearing up, laughing quietly and looking away. “Jesus, Bucky. You’re making me cry.”

A chuckle. “Well don’t, ‘cause I’ll start crying again.” Bucky says, making them belly laugh.

The blond sniffles and tests the name out on his own. “(Y/N) Stevie Barnes.” He looks back down at you, his smile returning fully. “Not bad, Buck.”

Your father looked at him teasingly. “And what’s that supposed to mean, Steven?”

“Nothing.” Steve replies, holding back another laugh as he watches you start to drift back to sleep. “I’m really happy for you, man.”

“Thanks.”

A few moments more passed before you were carefully placed back in your father’s arms, where all he did was stare back at you as you pulled yourself to sleep. His happy face started to falter, and there was a heavy amount of doubt in his ocean blue orbs.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do, Steve.” He finally admits before swallowing the lump in his throat. He soon felt his friend’s hand on his leg, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“You don’t have to do this alone, Bucky. You’ve got your family and you’ve got me.” Steve said, honestly. “And you know this. However, don’t doubt yourself, you got this. You’re going to be a great dad.”

Bucky’s lip curled up a bit, not caring that he was about to cry again. “Steve Rogers. The man who always knows what to say.”

“What can I say? I try.” He asked, coping with his expression.

“And you think I’ll be great? Even with me being a soldier and everything else that comes with it?” Your father asked, doubt was still just lingering on the surface no matter what he did.

Steve gives another gentle squeeze. “I know you’ll be great. I know you’ll do anything to make sure she’ll be okay. So don’t worry too much, okay? (Y/N)’s going to be lucky she has you.”

Bucky hums, truly grateful for a friend like him.

And without an ounce of hesitation, he bends down slowly and kisses your sleeping forehead.

“I already loved you so much, (Y/N). I hope you realize that.” He whispers, lovingly. “And I’ll do anything to make sure you’re safe.”

He swears at that moment he saw you smile.

Bucky brushed his flesh fingers against the words in the stone, tracing your name and important dates. February 23rd, 1936. A snowy, snowy day. Cool and crisp. Although he had to wait and wait until you were a week old to hold you, a week old to realize he was on his own, a week to realize that he truly loved you. No upcoming birthday surprises could top this one. But if he loved you so much then…

Why were you cursed to be underground?

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

When Bucky got back home to his apartment, he found himself subconsciously grabbing the bottle of scotch in his cabinet. Although he knew he couldn’t technically get drunk, the feeling he got after a couple glasses was close enough. Sometimes… he liked the quietness in his home, the time to relax, untouched and left alone to be himself; But most of the time, after so many years of being alone in his head, he loathes being alone. Friends and family were everything to him growing up. You were everything to him growing up.

He still wonders what it would be like if you were here, running around, asking him twenty questions, painting his toes, etcetera. He always wondered what you were like when you got older, the side of you he never got to see. He always wondered what those short years did for you.

Why did he have to get taken from you so soon?

You dove around your grandparents and aunts’ legs as you made your way out of the house, ignoring how your father’s duffle bag, that subconsciously you hated, was laying on the porch steps. You stumble around a bit on your five year old legs, before finding the person you wanted to see.

“Uncle Steve!!!” You yelled, throwing your arms up.

“Hey, Pumpkin.” He said, teasingly. He wastes no time to scoop you up, and carefully holds you close to him (it’s been years and he’s still afraid he’ll drop you). “Have you gotten smaller?”

You scrunched up your nose at him, shaking your head. “No.” You giggled at the silly nickname, and it all was because you were pocket size.

“No?” Steve said, tilting his head, all cocky. “Are you sure?”

You giggled again. “Yes.”

He grins. “Just checking.”

A sigh came from inside, before the two of you saw your father exiting his parents house, all dressed in his neatly ironed uniform. He looked miserable as he gazed at his bag on the porch.

“Ready?” Steve asked, readjusting his hold on you as he frowned himself.

“Unfortunately.” Bucky mumbled, not ready for what’s yet to come. However, when he faces you his whole expression changes for the better. “And there’s my little girl!”

“Papa!” You yelled, holding your arms out. He takes you in his arms, hugging you gently. “Are you leaving, Papa?”

“Oh, baby doll, I am.” He said, pulling back to look at you. “But don’t worry, I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He taps your nose. “Okay?”

You nodded slowly and smiled. “Okay!”

“Good.” He gives you a big kiss on your head, before peppering your face with some more making you laugh. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you, too, Papa.”

“I love you more.”

He gives you one more kiss and one more hug before transferring you over back to Steve. They both give each other a strong hug and pat on the back, smiling bittersweetly.

“Be safe, Bucky.” Steve said, trying to hide his concern.

“I will. You too. The both of you.” Bucky said, grabbing his bag and making sure his voice was stern.

“We will. I’ll keep an eye on her.”

“Thank you, Steve.”

He bid them goodbye, and you and Steve watched him walk down the path to the military jeep parked nearby. It was chilling almost to watch, and your five year old mind couldn’t quite comprehend the heavy feeling you felt underneath the surface.

“Uncle Steve?” You asked, prying his eyes away from the moving vehicle.

“Yeah?” He said, softly.

You looked at him all puzzled, something wasn’t adding up. “I thought you told me you were going with him?” You swear he mentioned something like that to you yesterday. Right?

His eyes look away from you, almost like he was recollecting himself before giving you his answer. “I am. But not yet.” He replies, honestly. His orbs finally meet yours again. “Not until I know you're okay.”

“Really?” You asked, tilting your head to the side with curiosity.

“Sure am.” He smiles once more. “Now, what do you want to do? You want to see what Grandpa and Grandma are doing?”

Your eyes light up at their names. “Yes!!!”

He laughs at your enthusiasm. “Okay, okay. Let’s go see them.”

Bucky throws a bottle of scotch across the room, shattering somewhere. He didn’t care though. It’s not like he even batted an eye.

Five years old.

That was it.

That’s the last time he ever saw you.

And that hurt like a bitch.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

He doesn’t know when…

But everything suddenly just…

Clicked.

Memories of his flooded in like a broken dam. He starts to recall who he was before and after the fall. Before and after the war. Before and after everything. So as he made his way to Siberia with his friend, Steve, he remembers something that was like a knife to his heart.

“I have a daughter.” Bucky said abruptly, cutting Steve off.

When he was on the run after the helicarriers fell, he remembers his time growing up in the early 1900s. The (multiple) times he saved his best friend’s ass from being picked on, or the way he took his younger siblings to the park, or helping his mother bake, or fixing the car with his dad. But there were a few memories he was confused by for a long time.

First he only heard little laughs, or someone trying to sing a child’s song. Then he saw little toys and dresses. Then he saw a little face with big, wondrous eyes. It didn’t take him long to realize who she was.

He met with his friend’s eyes quickly, almost getting choked up by an emotion that had been under lock and key for so long. “...I have a daughter… don’t I?”

Steve, who seemed taken back by his sudden string of words, opens and closes his mouth a few times, before settling his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Yes, Bucky. You do.”

Bucky looked away, the confirmation sending his mind spiraling again, and the Captain could tell. He decides to approach this carefully since he knows his friend isn’t hundred percent in his right mind yet.

“Do you remember her?” Steve asked, watching him nod slowly. “What do you remember?”

Bucky thinks long and hard about this. What did he remember about you?

“Uh… I remember she was tiny… always tiny.” He chuckles quietly, making Steve smile. “She uh… had um… (Y/H/C) hair that was kind of wavy when she got older. Um… big, bright (Y/E/C) eyes. She… she um… smiled a lot… I think?”

“Yeah, she did Buck. All the time.” Steve said, patting his shoulder gently as he could see the joy it was bringing to his friend.

Bucky laughs again. “Uh… you used to call her by a weird nickname. What was it? Uh…” He purses his lips. “Po… Potato?”

Now it was the blond’s turn to laugh. “N-No. No. Close… Starts with a P, though.”

“Um…” His eyes light a spark. “Oh. Yeah. I remember now. We took her to her first Halloween pumpkin patch when I could hold in one hand because she was so tiny.”

“Yep. That’s what I called her.” He says with a nod. “Your Ma tried to dress her up like one.”

“Oh, yeah, she did.”

And then it got quiet, and Steve saw the bright light in his friend’s eyes go out when the wheels started to turn again. He held his breath, knowing what he was recalling next.

Bucky swayed on the balls of his feet a bit, looking at the floor. “She was five the last time I saw her.” He says, bittersweetly. “I remember, the night before, I took her to Coney Island, and we just played games and ate until our bellies ached. I got her a stuffed bear on the ring toss…”

Steve squeezed his shoulder, trying to give him some comfort because he knew there was no stopping any memories of you.

“She was with you when I left. I gave her hugs, and kisses and…” His voice starts to break. “I love you’s…. Um…”

“Bucky–” Steve begins, hating how hurt he looked.

“Steve. W-Was that last time you saw h-her too?”

Steve closed his mouth, thinking to himself. He couldn’t lie. He was a terrible liar which the brunette always sees through. So what was the point of even trying?

Cap shakes his head. “No. I saw her when she was nine. ‘Bout to be nine.”

“N-Nine?” Bucky asked, just above a whisper. “W-Why?”

“Um…” He swallows. “I had to…. I had to tell your family about, you know… the train… and you.”

The Soldier went distant. “O-Oh…”

“I wanted to make sure I was the one to tell them.”

“Oh…” Bucky started to get teary eyed. “D-Did you tell her?"

Steve held his breath again. It was like his mind started to relive that day.

You looked so happy to see him, but he watched that expression vanish when you saw his sadden face. It hurts to take you by the hand and into your room. It hurts to see how you’ve grown, and to think he got to see it and not your dad made the situation a whole lot worse.

He wanted to lie and tell you your dad was hurt.

He wanted to lie and tell you your dad was still at war and won’t be home for a while.

He wanted to lie and say everything was going to be okay.

But he couldn’t, and felt like it was his duty to tell you what happened to your father, to his best friend.

He knew if the situation was reversed, Bucky would be doing the very same thing now.

And when he did tell you, he hated how you kept on denying it. You called him a liar, and god he wished he was.

“I-I did…” He said, feeling his eyes sting as well.

Bucky jaw clenches. “A-And?”

Steve looks away for a second. “She cried for three hours.”

“O-Oh…” Bucky looks away too. “I always h-hated when s-she cries.”

With his hand still on the brunette shoulder, he gave him another comforting squeeze. “She…” Cap chokes, his memories flooding in all at once. “S-She um… she gave me her blanket, the one that she came home with. She um, wanted me… to promise to come back to her. But um… I failed at that, I guess.”

Bucky frowns. “Steve–"

“I tried finding her, Buck.” He finally looks at him. “When I came out of the ice, SHIELD managed to give me some of my things from the war. I kept the blanket in my chest, so… I tried finding her, because I didn’t want to break that promise to (Y/N), but…”

“You didn’t find anything?”

Steve shakes his head. “Not exactly.” He whispers, exhaling shaky.

“Not exactly?” Bucky asked, wanting an answer. “What does that mean?”

Now it was Steve’s turn to look all messed up. Especially since he couldn’t make eye contact again. He swallows a lump in his throat and says, “I’m so sorry, Bucky…”

“Sorry about what?” Bucky couldn’t understand what was happening and it was honestly starting to scare him. “What are you sorry about?”

“(Y/N)...” He sighs quietly, and forces himself to look in his best friend’s eyes. “Pneumonia. She, uh… got pneumonia in ‘54 and passed.”

Now the knife has dug deeper, chilling his bones too. “She’s dead?” He said, barely audible.

“Yeah. She’s dead.” The Captain replies, dispirit. “I found the spot where she’s buried. I can take you there if you–”

“Thank you, Steve.” The soldier says, ignoring the blond’s confused state. “I mean it. You were always so good to her, and to think you never stopped looking after all this time means A LOT to me. Do you understand? You helped my daughter when she was at her lowest, and you even found her for me. I thank you for that.”

Steve smiles bittersweetly. “No need to. I said I’ll always be there for the both of you.”

Bucky returns the gesture. “As will I.”

“Now, let’s finish this, shall we?”

“-Bucky.” Steve says, touching his shoulder and getting a small jolt from the man. Surprised eyes fell on him as he returned with concerned ones. “You ready?”

“Uh…” Bucky looked around quickly, remembering it was standing in the locker room changing. He didn’t even realize he had zoned out. “Y-Yeah.” He said, zipping up the front of his Quantum Suit. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

Steve tilts his head, the worriedness never vanishing. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “Let’s get this mission completed.”

And those were the words that would change -everything-.

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Falling Slowly - Chapter 9

Pairing: Tommy Miller x f!reader

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Raiders. I’m honestly surprised it’s taken this long for someone to find us. But I thought, or assumed we’d be mostly ok, hidden as well as we are. Joel and Tommy are always extra careful whenever they have to venture out further than our property to scavenge, making sure they aren’t followed. But they’ve only seen people once and that was years ago.

Sarah and Jax move quickly into the hall closet where Joel and Tommy had made a secret hiding place behind a back panel. Tommy hands me a shotgun and squeezes my hand, trying to reassure me that it will all be ok. But I don’t see how it will be.

The cabin is silent, but getting louder is the unmistakable sound of a truck, no, trucks. Joel and Tommy exchange a look, moving to stand by the front door but well hidden behind the shutters. Rose and I wait in the hallway, staring at each other as we listen as hard as we can. The trucks park and we can hear muffled voices getting out of them. Joel peeks through the slot on his side and whispers to Tommy, but I’m close enough to just hear it.

“It’s Mr. Jones.”

Mr. Jones? The man who sold us this cabin? We should be ok then, right? I chance a glance around the wall and watch as Joel’s posture changes, his face hardening even though his back is to us.

“He’s with the Raiders.”

Why is Mr. Jones with raiders? Was he captured? Why would he come here, to a cabin he’d sold us long before the outbreak?

“What’s the move?” Tommy looks at his brother, waiting to see his reply. Joel stands another moment, watching the men get out of the truck outside.

“Just follow my lead and stay quiet. If it goes south, take the kids and the girls and get out.”

“I won’t leave you-”

“Tommy.” It wasn’t a suggestion, but a firm warning, and by his silence, I know Tommy complied.

Joel takes a deep breath and unlocks the door, carrying his shotgun loose in his hands, pointed down, but still ready to go if needed.

“Hey, Mr. Jones. It’s Joel. Joel Miller.”

There’s silence for a moment before he replies. I have to strain to hear him properly. “Holy shit! Joel? It’s really you?”

“Yeah.”

“Huh! Wow, never would’ve guessed. Everyone make it out ok?”

Joel pauses for a moment, like he’s thinking how to best reply. “We survived the outbreak.”

A chuckle. “Well that’s amazing news!” There’s a slight lull in the conversation, a heavily weighted pause.

“Can I help you all with something?” Joel asks.

“Ah. Well see, I’d forgotten about this cabin, having sold it to you so long ago. Well, it feels like a long time ago. So much has happened…..anyway, I remembered we were setting it up to be off grid and I hoped you all had continued that, maybe have some supplies? I didn’t think you’d actually be here.”

“What supplies do you need?”

“All of them.”

There’s a more weighted pause before Joel replies. “Yeah, I can’t help you with that.”

“Well now, I think you can.”

This isn’t like Mr. Jones. Not the sweet man and his sweet wife who just loved the Miller brothers. Mrs. Jones especially adored Tommy, as she often told him he reminded her so much of a brother she had lost when she was younger. I can hear Tommy grip his gun harder and I glance at Rose, both of us locking eyes in the understanding that we may have to book it down the escape route rather quickly if things escalate.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Jones. I would be happy to trade with you, but I can’t just-”

“You know, the only reason you’re still alive is because my wife loved you guys so much. Tommy especially. He reminded her so much of her brother Gabriel. She wouldn’t have wanted anything bad to happen to you.”

“Is she ok?”

Another pause. “She…didn’t make it past outbreak day.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. She was a good woman.”

“She was. But, now you see my predicament. I don’t want to hurt you out of respect for my wife. And I’m assuming you have a lot of resources, considering I’m fairly positive your brother and your kids and wives are all hiding here too.”

“So what do you propose?”

“There’s no need for bloodshed here. There are many of us and a few of you. Still, I wouldn’t want to upset my wife.”

“Alright then. You and your men can just go and we’ll forget it happened.”

“Ah, well. I do have responsibilities to my men too. They also have families and needs…how about this: we leave you all here with your supplies, but you and Tommy have to come work for us. Only when we need you. We could use your construction expertise but also your, apparently steady trigger fingers.”

A long pause. “Can I have a moment?”

“Absolutely. We’ll be here, in good faith.”

“In good faith.”

Joel’s heavy boots tap against the floor as he moves back inside, gently closing the door almost shut behind him, his peripheral trained on the men he can see through the crack. Joel calls to use and Rose and I join our men in front of the door.

“Well?” Joel asks, looking at all of us.

“How many men are there?” Rose asks. “I’m a pretty good shot.”

Joel shakes his head. “There’s at least 10. And they mentioned families so I think if they didn’t return, more would come.”

“We could just leave? Throw a few things in some backpacks and head out the tunnel with the kids?”

“And go where, Daisy?” Joel’s dark eyes meet mine. “There’s nowhere around for miles and these raiders are bound to go looking around. Not to mention the damn infected. We can’t give this place up.”

I know he’s right, but still. It had to be said.

“I don’t like this, Joel.” Rose takes his hand and squeezes it. “I don’t want you gone for God knows how long.”

Joel lifts her hand to his lips and kisses the back of it. “I know. But we have to do this to take care of you. All of you. Tommy?” Joel looks at his brother, but I don’t have to look to know what his response will be. Tommy will do anything to protect Jax and I, no matter what.

“Yeah. We gotta protect ours.”

Joel nods at Tommy. “It’s settled.”

It was almost 2 weeks before they came back, just one vehicle, Joel and Tommy gathering up their backpacks, nerves visible in their features. Joel went around back to grab another tool bag and Rose and Sarah followed him. Jax was still asleep upstairs and Tommy had already said goodbye to his sleeping son. He slides his arm through the other strap and I adjust his flannel shirt, picking at it in an attempt to do something other than cry.

“Hey.” Tommy lifts my chin with his finger and gently presses his lips to mine before pulling back to look at me. “I’ll come back. I promise.”

“Please be careful, Tommy. I love you so much, I can’t…I can’t lose you. Not again, I-”

“Hey, darlin’. I love you too. I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

He pulls me to him and I nuzzle into his chest, inhaling his scent, letting it permeate my brain as it tries to memorize everything about him. But then Joel walks back inside, handing Tommy another tool bag before moving to the front door.

“Be safe.”

“You too.”

Rose, Sarah, and I stand together in the doorway, watching Joel and Tommy get into the truck, not knowing when they’ll come back.

Or if.

The first few times they went, they helped the raiders build some additions to their compound, fortifying their defenses and just general maintenance and repair. I had asked Tommy if no one there knew how to do any of this, as it seemed pretty odd that in a compound of the size they discussed, that no one knew how to do something as simple as switch out a doorknob.

“Yeah, normally that would be odd. Except, they’re all rich people.”

I look up at him from where I had been snuggling against his chest. “What?”

He nods. “Yeah. Before the outbreak, all of these people had money. I’m talking loaded. Lots of them telling stories about it. So they’re not used to doing things for themselves.”

“So the rich people are raiders?”

He shrugs. “Guess maybe they couldn’t cope with doing without. So they just started taking.”

About 6 months in, the raiders come to collect Joel and Tommy, this time for an actual raid. They promised they’d be careful, looking out for people and clickers. But I don’t like it. It was bad enough them going to help the raiders build their home. But this?

They don’t return for nearly 2 weeks.

Before, they were gone at most 4 days. Byt the end of the 2 weeks, Rose and I were ready to go charging the base and probably would have if it wasn’t for Sarah and Jax.

They returned in the middle of the night, the kids fast asleep. Rose and I were still awake, having a hard time sleeping without them here. But the sound of a truck was unmistakeable in the quiet and we carefully headed downstairs, peeking out the slot in the shutters that Joel had looked out before, making sure it was really them. Joel and Tommy hopped out of the truck, slinging their bags over one shoulder without so much as a glance behind them. But my initial wave of relief at the sight of them quickly was replaced by concern as Tommy gets closer and I can see the hunch in his shoulders, his eyes on the ground. Something had happened. Something bad. Rose opens the door and Joel steps inside, Tommy following behind him as Rose closes the door. They drop their packs and kick off their boots, stowing them in the little baskets we had placed by the door.

“Tommy?” I reach for his hand but he snatches it back, not quite meeting my eye.

“I need to shower.”

I was stunned. He had been on some dirty construction sites, even building for the raiders, and not once has he never kissed me when he came home. Out the corner of my eye, I see a similar conversation happening between Joel and Rose, Joel following Tommy upstairs.

“What the fuck happened?” Rose whispers to me, her eyes on the stairs where Joel had just been.

“I don’t know, but it doesn’t seem good.”

I pop my head in the kid’s room, checking that they’re still asleep. I should stop calling it the kids room as Sarah is nearly 20 now. But they’re both so attached at the hip, I forget that she’s so much older than him.

I close our door behind me, hearing the shower click off as I kick off my house shoes. I sit on the bed, quietly waiting for him. Tommy emerges from the bathroom, towel slung low around his hips, his hair wet and curly, sticking to his neck and forehead. He turns to the dresser and grabs a pair of boxers and puts them on, tossing the wet towel in the basket. He sits next to me on the bed, still not looking at me. It’s almost as if he’s..ashamed?

I cup my hand to his cheek and lift his face to mine and immediately have to choke back tears at the look of defeat in his eyes. “Hey. I love you.”

He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I love you too.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t want to give details. But fuck, Daisy, I…we had to do some shady shit and I don’t…But it’s to keep you safe so I will, but-”

“Hey, hey,. It’s ok. We can just leave. We have the truck and we have more time now so we can load it up and-”

He shakes his head. “Joel’s right though. They’ll come looking for us. Especially now.”

“What do you mean especially now?”

Tommy looks down, picking at his fingers. “We were good at our job. Joel more than me, but they liked how good of a shot I am.”

“Tommy. Look at me.” It takes him several moments but he does, his eyes watering. “I love you. I love you no matter what, ok?” He nods but like he doesn't believe me. I place my hands on either side of his face and pull him to me, pressing my lips to his.

And to my surprise, he melts into me, one hand coming up to tangle in my hair, the other gripping my hip as he deepens the kiss. He turns his body, pressing me down into the bed as he lays on me, kissing down my neck, goosebumps erupting down my arms. I know this isn’t a healthy way to cope but it seems to be what he needs and honestly, I need him. I need to hold him, know he’s here with me, solidly here. He pushes his hips against mine, my back arching as he nips at my neck, his hips rocking faster and faster, chasing his high. His hands are everywhere, sliding over my skin, gripping me, touching me, his lips drawing paths across my body. My fingers tangle in his curls, my legs wrapping around him, urging him deeper, faster until finally lights erupt behind my eyes, my whole body tingling as I moan his name, hearing my own echoed back at me as his hips sputter against mine. He presses his forehead to mine and takes a few breaths before he pulls out, allowing me time to use the bathroom first. When he’s done, he slides into bed and pulls me to his chest, wrapping his large arms around me, my back pressed into his broad chest, his nose in my hair.

“I’m here if you want to talk, but I’m also here if this is what you need. Whatever you want, I’m here, Tommy.”

“I know. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Every time they leave, I swear a part of them doesn't come back. Joel seems more aggressive. Not to us, but just...angrier. Tommy's shoulder's slump, his smile often not reaching his eyes, staring blankly out at the trees as he relives whatever horrors he's had to do.

It's when the last bit of life in his eyes snuffs out that I decide I need to do something.

I'd always told him he could talk to me and sometimes he did. I know he hasn't told me everything they've had to do, and I don't expect him to. I've asked him to leave before, but he always said Joel never would. That he couldn't leave his brother. But after 5 years, it finally took that last little bit of him I had left. I couldn't continue on like this. We couldn't continue on like this.

I come back into the cabin, washing my hands in the kitchen sink, before I head back outside, walking down through the trees to the dock, knowing I'd find Tommy sitting at the edge of it, glass of water clutched in his hand as he stares blankly out at the water, a million miles away.

"Hey, handsome." I sit next to him, gently placing my hand on his thigh and giving it a light squeeze. He blinks rapidly a few times, coming back to present before looking at me, smiling slightly.

"Hey, beautiful."

I place my hand on his cheek, rubbing my thumb over the bit of stubble that had grown in the last few days. "Are you here with me?"

His dark eyes meet mine and he blinks. "I am."

"Come with me?"

He cocks his head slightly to the side as I stand up, offering my hand out to him. He takes it, the warmth from his large hand seeping into mine as I lead him off the deck and back into the woods, down a path he'd taken me years ago. Albeit I was blindfolded, but I'm not bothering with a blindfold this time.

It had taken me a few days to figure it out, setting up the tent and blankets just like he'd done for our anniversary not too long after...well, after. I thought for sure he'd know where we're going but if he does, he says nothing, his fingers still laced with mine as we walk around trees and over roots. When the clearing appears and he sees the tent, he stops walking. I look back at him and am met with a blank stare.

"Tommy?"

"What..what are we doing here?"

"I thought it might be nice to get away for at least a night."

His jaw clenches. "Shit, did I miss our anniversary?"

At least he remembered why we had been here before. "No. I just...come sit with me?" I take his one hand in both of mine, pulling him slightly towards the blanket I had spread out. He pauses for a moment but then acquiesces, kicking off his boots and stretching out his long legs on the blanket. I kick off my own boots and sit next to him, hesitating before taking his hand again, feeling him lace his fingers through mine.

"I love you, Tommy."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

I told myself I wouldn't cry, that I'd be strong. But when I looked at him, his eyes staring at mine, and I couldn't see that light, I lost it. Giant drops fell from my eyes, splashing against our entwined hands.

"Hey, hey Daisy. What's wrong?" He drops my hand to place it on my cheek, cradling my face with both hands.

"I..can't...can't..."

He pulls me to his chest, wrapping his arms around me and I finally feel safe, secure, like he's fully here with me in this moment. It takes me a few minutes to calm down, but he's patient with me, always so patient, just holding me and letting me sort myself.

"We have to leave, Tommy."

He doesn't move, still for a long moment and so I sit up, drying my tears on the back of my hand.

"Daisy, we can't. I told you, Joel won't-"

"Every time you guys leave, a part of you doesn't come back. I know you're having to do terrible shit, more terrible than the crap you've told me about. And I've supported you as best I can, but Tommy, I feel like you're finally slipping away from me and I can't pull you to me, and I can't lose you, I just can't. Not again. I won't survive it."

"Oh darlin'. I'm right here."

I look up at him. "But that's just it. You're not. Even when you're here, you're not. This last trip. Something took the last bit of light from your eyes and I-" a sob ripples up from my throat and Tommy immediately pulls me to him again.

"You said you're protecting us. But who's going to protect us when you're gone, Tommy? Even if you're alive, you can still be gone. Please. We have to go."

A drop of water hits my cheek, but it's not my tears. I turn my head up and see tears freely flowing down Tommy's cheeks. This time it's my turn to hold him, press him to my chest as he cries. It's several long minutes before the sobs stop, the tears finally drying. My fingers are still tangled in his curls, gently patting him and lightly scratching his head. He sits up, wiping his eyes on his arm.

"I'm so sorry, Daisy. I thought I could handle it."

"Hey. You're so fucking strong. Most people would've cracked by now."

He smiles weakly. "I would have, if it weren't for Joel." His face falls. "He'll never leave, Daisy. He's convinced this is the safest option."

"Tommy, we can't continue on like this forever."

He nods. "You're right. I gotta take care of my family and that's what I'm gonna do."

"What if Joel won't come?"

"He won't. I'll make the offer to Rose and Sarah, but I'm sure they'll stay. But we'll still go."

"You sound like you have a plan?"

He's quiet again, his eyes going far away for several moments before looking back at me.

"Actually, I do. I've heard about this freedom fighting group called the Fireflies."

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mouschiwrites · 6 months

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Hey love your content ❤️could u please write a Kyle x y/n so basically they have a crush on each other and y/n cousin is Stan and Stan knows that they both have a crush for each other and he sets them up like the Lloyd soty but with Kyle and Stan 🥺

I would love that 💕💕

Yep! I stuck with the arcade date idea for this one! :)

Word count: 1k

South Park - Stan Sets You Up With Kyle

“But I want donuts!” You whined.

“And I want french fries.”

You were arguing about what food to get now that school was over. You’d have to decide soon; you were almost to the exit, and the donut shop was down the street to the left, while the nearest french fry joint was down the street to the right.

Suddenly Stan spotted a tall head of red hair among the sea of students. Grabbing your wrist, he dragged you along to confront Kyle.

“Kyle!”

He turned around. His eyes went wide for half a second when he noticed you, and you saw his shoulders tense ever so subtly. You didn’t make note of it, though, as you were occupied with tensing your own shoulders. You made sure to stand behind Stan, keeping your gaze low to stay inconspicuous.

“I want fries and Y/n wants donuts. Tell them that fries are clearly the superior option.”

Kyle glanced at you. “Donuts are great. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You felt your heart skip a beat when you heard that. He agreed with you! A small victory, but a victory indeed.

Though your face was partially downturned, Kyle could see the subtle brightness flash in your eyes. His heart squeezed. He had made you happy by supporting your side! Internally he pumped his fist, though externally he remained still as a statue.

As you started to walk away, Stan gave Kyle a dirty look. “Kiss-ass,” he growled.

“Sore loser,” Kyle fired back. Much like you, he was doing a pretty good job of hiding his thoughts.

But Stan could see through you both. As your cousin, and as Kyle’s best friend, he knew you like the backs of his two hands. Frankly, it was just painful and awkward to watch you both pine after the other, completely oblivious and never making the slightest of moves.

Stan sighed as he bit into his glazed donut. If he couldn’t have the snack he wanted, he’d have to find another way to enjoy himself.

At first he thought of pranking you, but with a slow shake of his head he decided he didn’t want to be mean. Not too mean, at least.

Then it hit him. With a devious smirk, he fell into a long lapse of silence while you ranted about who-knows-what (though he thinks he heard you say “Kyle” once or twice). He wasn’t paying attention, though. His mind was quite in another place—he was plotting.

Your house came up first on the walk home. You split off to walk up your driveway, waving goodbye to your cousin.

“Y/n,” he called suddenly, prompting you to whip around right before you went inside.

“Arcade. Tomorrow.”

You grinned. “Already looking forward to it.”

The door closed. Stan immediately whipped out his phone and called Kyle.

The next day, you walked down to the arcade with Stan as the autumn sun began its early descent. It was hardly 5 PM and golden hour was upon you.

As you approached the arcade, your heart fell to your stomach. A tall lanky figure with curly red hair was waiting outside. Stan noticed the way both of your faces, flushed from the cold air, immediately went white.

“Hey, Kyle!”

“Stan,” Kyle greeted, sounding a little strained.

You leaned in to whisper in his ear: “You didn’t tell me you invited K—…anyone else.”

Ignoring you, Stan smacked the side of his head theatrically. “Oh, no,” he groaned. “I totally forgot I have history homework that’s due Monday. No way I can finish it tomorrow,” he shook his head remorsefully. “I gotta start tonight. You guys should have fun without me though.”

Before either of you could say anything, he had turned on his heels and jogged away. You both watched him go, silently fuming with both anger and embarrassment.

“Since when does Stan care about homework?” You heard Kyle grumble under his breath.

“I don’t think we even have history homework.”

You saw Kyle’s brow get lower. “I think you’re right.”

You both narrowed your eyes a little. He totally planned this. That little—

Someone stepped out of the arcade, and the warm gush of air that blew out enticed you both inside.

“Hey, look! New game!” You automatically pointed to a new machine, forgetting your humility in your excitement. You dashed over, quarter already in hand.

It was a two-player game; in a second you sensed Kyle’s presence beside you, though he wasn’t close enough to actually play.

You cocked your brow. “You gonna play or not?”

Kyle moved half an inch, then hesitated. In a moment, you realized why; the machine was rather small, so players were squished together. Your shoulders were pressed to each other, and the proximity was making you both blush. More than that, it was making you positively wretched at the game.

When you inevitably lost, the game asked if you wanted to play again. At the same time you both reached for the “end game” button, and you ended up with your hands stacked atop it.

You looked at each other, then just as quickly looked away and stepped back from the machine.

“I’m not usually that bad at games,” you said loudly, desperate to distract from the incident.

“Me neither. Let’s play something else.”

The next game you tried proved to be much better. You weren’t as close, so you weren’t distracted. You were able to get into a proper competitive mindset, which lasted for the next few hours while you bounced from game to game together, laughing and talking more comfortably with each round.

A buzz in Kyle’s pocket finally broke your gaming stupor.

“I’ve gotta go home,” Kyle said regretfully.

You checked the time. “Oh. Me too.”

You walked very slowly to the exit, prolonging your conversation for as long as possible. But eventually you were out on the street, and you had to part.

“See you at school on Monday,” you mumbled sadly. You hated to end the night like this.

“Yeah. Or you could give me your number.”

You told yourself the pink on his cheeks was from the cold. He told himself the same thing about the pinkness on your own cheeks.

The second you got home, you sent a “goodnight” text to Kyle. In a few seconds he responded:

Same to you. Tonight was fun :)

You sent a smiley face back. Then, miles apart, you both hugged your phones to your chests, gazing at the ceiling dumbly with massive grins on your faces.

Thank you for your request! And thanks for reading! Take care duckies <33

(divider by saradika)

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altheasmeadow · 1 year

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Cat Nap

Word Count: 696

Warnings: Mentions of narcolepsy (incase that's triggering) none other than that.

Summary: In which sharing a sleep schedule in separate time zones was not a good soul bond.

“Good news it’s not narcolepsy.” The doctor hummed looking down at her chart with an odd look.

“Then what is it? Because falling asleep in the middle of work is something I can't afford.” She frowned, twiddling with her fingers trying to wring out her anxiety.

“Seems it’s your soul bond, you’re connected by sleep.”

“Oh that’s perfect!” Her father cackled, finding the whole things amusing.

“Dad!”

“What? I’m not wrong, you are paired with someone who sleeps a lot, it would explain your recent insomnia spells if you live in a different time zone.”

“Let’s not go into time zones, maybe they work a night shift.” She groaned, packing her bag after filling out the necessary paperwork to leave.

“I don’t know honey.”

“Are you packed?” She wondered, hoping to change the topic, her father rolled his eyes, putting the car in gear and backing out of his parking space.

“Yes, I am. But I’m not comfortable leaving you here alone.”

“I’m a fully grown adult.”She deadpanned, not liking that her father was babying her.

“A fully grown adult with a soul bond that causes her to sleep sixteen hours a day, I mean come on, is your soulmate a cat?” He argued, turning a corner.

“Probably, you know I’m a cat person.” She shrugged, not even thinking twice about the joke her father had cracked, “I can survive alone.”

“No you won’t because I think you should come with me.” He blurted, earning an eye roll.

“This is ridiculous.”

“No it’s really not, if you’re here you’ll eat during the night and it’ll mess up your systems more and make you sick. So come with me and I can monitor you. You’re already basically in Korea’s time zone with the way you sleep so you won’t have to readjust much.”

–

And that’s how she ended up in Seoul, South Korea. Her father had a huge conference to attend here and so she was mainly left to her own whims. After about two days she realized she really was on Korea’s time, she slept perfectly through the night and woke up more energized than ever, and her father was rather smug about this when he noticed. One day she was taking a walk near the river when she saw six men playing around in the grass, one of them looking her way when he noticed the eyes, he gave her a weary bunny-like smile before turning away. She looked around to find a bench, though someone was already sitting on it, there was enough space for her to give them distance. So She sat on the edge of the bench and looked up at the clouds with a soft smile, not noticing the soft gaze she received or the thrumming under her skin from the bond, all she knew was the most relaxed she had ever been, and as she dozed off, the man next to her followed in suit. And so they rested, the most content faces being shown to the members nearby who knew Yoongi would never fall asleep next to a stranger, so he must’ve fallen asleep before she sat. Jungkook walked over and woke his hyung up but was startled by Jimin’s gasp, he glanced back to see what was going on and followed Jimin’s eyes to the woman on the bench began stirring, which really didn’t make much sense, they hadn’t made any noise.

Yoongi grumpily woke up, shaking Jungkooks hand off of his shoulder, reaching out to the woman subconsciously, and when their skin connected, the thrums were impossible to ignore for her, making her gasp loudly.

“Oh My God.” Taehyung watched on with wide eyes as Yoongi initiated affection with the stranger, Yoongi pulled her close nuzzling into her neck sleepily which she squealed a bit at.

“Are you actually a cat? Cause if you are, my dad is going to love this.” She teased, causing Yoongi to bite her gently in defiance. It might’ve been too soon for that in normal relationships, however soulmates were known to basically jump each other on sight so he’d say this was pretty tame.

“Oh you are such a cat.”

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unclewaynemunson · 2 years

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Wayne Munson HC's bc he means everything to me:

He was born in the south (i’m not american so i don’t even dare to guess which state his accent is from, if anyone has an idea about this please tell me lol) but his family moved to Hawkins when he was still in primary school. He never lost the accent, but the trailer park has been his home for as long as he can remember.

When he was little, his older brother (Eddie's father) used to bully him a lot because he was shy and soft-spoken and didn't get into trouble as much as the other Munsons. When Eddie's father found out that Eddie is gay, he blamed Wayne's influence for it.

He obviously never had much money, so when Eddie was younger, he couldn't really afford to do a lot of fun stuff with him. Instead, he would take him to the woods whenever he had a day off and change it into a huge playing ground by helping him climb the biggest trees and roll off hills, dueling him with branches, making campfires, and teaching him everything he knew about bugs and plants.

He goes to every corroded coffin concert he can make it to. He never stops complaining about Eddie playing way too loudly at home, but he always looks insanely proud when he watches his nephew as part of the tiny crowd in the hideout.

After the events of s4, some townspeople start spray-painting slurs and hateful messages to Eddie on the outside of the trailer. Wayne never complains about it, he simply paints them over without saying a word, making sure Eddie sees as little of it as possible. One time Dustin sees the newest graffiti when he comes to visit Eddie and he completely loses his shit. Wayne just gives him a paintbrush and they start painting together. After that, Dustin visits more often. He starts taking different colors of paint with him and by the time the vandals get tired of their game, the Munson trailer is the brightest and most colorful of the whole park, thanks to Wayne's and Dustin's shared efforts.

Eddie convinces him to come to the first pride parade in Indianapolis. He's very hesitant about it, but he ends up enjoying it a lot. He goes home with a huge rainbow flag which he hangs in the living room, and he promises himself to let it wave outside on the porch when the world will be ready for it.

He loves watching basketball and bonds with Steve over watching games together (this makes Eddie furious he secretly thinks it’s very cute though). Whenever Lucas is at Max’s place while an important match is on, he comes over to the Munsons' trailer and joins them.

He meets Hopper at Eddie's graduation (Hopper is attending with Joyce to cheer for Jonathan) and he goes up to him to thank him for getting Eddie out of the murder allegations. They hit it off right away. Wayne is used to keeping to himself - life has taught him not to trust too many people - but he and Hopper keep in touch and they develop an intimate friendship over time.

When he gets too old to keep living in the trailer by himself, Steve and Eddie take him in. Those last years of his life, surrounded by his grandchildren and getting to see them grow up in a stable and loving family so different from what the Munsons were used to, are the happiest he's ever been.

also if you have any wayne hc’s please tell me i need to collect them like pokemon cards

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junekicks · 8 months

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there’s literally no pope fics anywhere can you please write something about him! maybe with a kook reader? angst or fluff or a mix of both <33

lost my whole appetite ♱ pope heyward

You definitely weren't telling your mother that you were here of all places. You didn’t see the shame in it, but she'd lose her marbles. But today had been an off day. Classes felt too long. Twirling practice had been agonizing. Even Sarah's hug goodbye at the end of practice didn't feel like enough.

And now, in hopes to make your day better, you were standing on the South. Bike at your hip as you pushed it towards the parking lot of Heyward's Seafood. You were hoping you might be able to catch Pope and just Pope, none of his friends. That would be awkward. Kiara obviously didn't like you. JJ and John B, you weren't even sure if they knew about you.

You and Pope weren’t anything too serious, right now at least. You hadn't told anyone about him but Sarah, obviously, she's your best friend. Plus, people on the North were meaner than mean when they didn’t like something. And you didn't think Pope had told anyone either. It wasn't a conversation you guys had ever had. You didn't mind all that much. You were having fun with this. The thrill of it all. His sweet face and kind hands. He was an angel.

Mister Heyward was outside cleaning fish when you reached. You placed your bike against the wall and smiled at him as he looked up to the noise. He seemed panicked for a second. “Miss Y/L, is everything alright? Did those damn boys forget something in your groceries?” You smiled even more, a soft laugh. “No, no! Don’t worry. Everything was perfect. I was just wondering..” You took a breath, shoulders deflating a little. “Is Pope home?” You asked softly, carefully. With a smile of course.

You watched the older man before you melt with a knowing smile. “He’s up in his room. You’re more than welcomed up there.”

You were beaming up the stairs of their home with red cheeks and sparkling veins. You reached the boys closed door carefully. You knocked gently, hands folding over your front almost nervously. You had never just shown up. There was always a text. Or a call.

The door was quick to fling open. There was Pope trying to jump into a shoe. You couldn’t help your smile.

He looked up at the silence and automatically dropped his shoe. “You’re here?” He whispered in a shock. You smiled, small. “I know, I should’ve called. I’m sorry. I just.. wanted to see you. You know?”

He looked amazed for a moment. Almost not believing his luck.

You waved a gentle hand at his fallen shoe. “I can come back another time, though. If you’re busy. I don’t want to bother—” Pope was shaking his head quickly, smiling brightening his features. He kicked away his shoe and gently took your closest hand as he yanked you into his room. “I was actually on my way to go see you. I was going to text. Like a heads up. But I know your mom isn’t home yet, so I was going to take my chances. But this, this is perfect.”

You were so damn warm. You smile, head tilted to the side as you squeezed his hand in yours. “Yeah?”

Pope smiled, rolling his eyes at your fond teasing. “Yeah, perfect.” You couldn’t stop your smile as you pushed up on the tips of your shoes and pressed a gentle kiss onto his lips. He leaned into them. Hands still attached, but his free one caught your hip and balanced you. Your other free hand was gently on his bicep. He tasted like honey, summer, and smiles.

“You want to go get dinner? Your favorite place then eat it at the marsh behind your house?”

Today had you feel awful about everything and anything, appetite included. But now, staring at this boy, which his hand in yours. You could definitely eat some food.

You beamed. “For sure, angel.” He scoffed a laugh, cheeks red and sweet. Your hip pushed into his a little as you two went.

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yhuckloop · 1 year

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Why so much hate towards Wendy?

I need to vent somewhere other than twitter I REALLY wanted to be the kind of person who had the courage to express my opinion like this by answering and facing it but I care too much about my image lol stan kinnie (and also because I think it's a silly reason to fight over a fictional character idk)

Unfortunately I had the displeasure of seeing a twitter account hating on Wendy (I won't divulge it here, but it's basically an account calling her a whore and other stuff) and unfortunately, one of the owners of the account was someone I liked and followed her drawings, fanfictions, etc.

I followed this person even though I knew how much she hated Stendy (which is my otp) and anyway, anything involving Wendy

Wendy is a very special character to me. I liked her from the first episode. I like how South Park portrays all the characters as flawed, they are human, they make mistakes and they learn from mistakes. Same with Wendy. She's made mistakes many times, but she's always learned from them. She is an inspiration to me, like the breast cancer episode, where she fought to defend a cause that was important to her. And then these people come to me and call her manipulative, selfish and mean? For God's sake! No one is forced to like her, of course, but it's good to know that the reason they hate her is just one reason that would be enough to hate all the other characters.

"Wendy is a manipulator! She blackmailed Stan in Season 1 Episode 7"

- She is a child. Her blackmail about combining fantasy with stan (or whatever the fuck she did, I can't remember) is no big deal. Also, Wendy apologized to Stan, acknowledging that she hadn't taken his feelings into account.

"Wendy never takes Stan's feelings into consideration. He's already treated her very badly but nothing compared to what she did to him"

- I really can't see all this harm that Wendy did to Stan in the relationship. She "cheated" on him with Tolkien because she clearly felt lonely. In the scene, Stan himself said he hadn't spoken to her in weeks! BOTH ARE CHILDREN they don't have maturity for a relationship, it's obvious that this would end up happening. It wasn't right for Wendy to do that, of course, but it's kind of understandable considering how old she is. Same with Stan. Wendy was a great girlfriend. She worried about Stan when he was depressed, inviting Kyle to visit him together (which Kyle himself refused to do 😱) and even hired specialists to deal with Stan's hoarding problem. She was worried about him and in the recent episode, we could see how much she loves and cares for him. The problem is that they both have different love languages, something they won't identify with being a problem with their age.

"Wendy is stupid, the only good thing she did was in the list episode" and "she didn't even help with the list episode, stan did everything himself" (I swear it was stuff like that on this account) The owners of this account swear to have watched the series and say that those who defend Wendy are those who have not seen the series. Like... really?

- 1: Absolutely in all episodes starring her, she is the heroine of the day.

Wendy showed the importance of fighting against childhood erotization, the importance of breast cancer, criticized the standard imposed on young girls and women by the media, in addition to which she has an irreparable critical sense. She is the real girlboss! Of course, Wendy has done things VERY wrong, like sending Miss Ellen into space, but come on? this is part of the humor of the series. Characters will always act stupid at some point because that's where the fun is. Like, when Kyle does stupid things and acts on impulse, in anger, to champion a cause, he's considered a boss. But when it's Wendy, they call her an "insufferable feminist". When Kyle does stupid things and acts on impulse, in anger, to champion a cause, he's considered a boss. But when it's Wendy, they call her an "insufferable feminist". When Kyle blew up Canada causing death to thousands of people because of his belief that Canada was a bad influence, he is considered a human with flaws, but when Wendy went on a TV show to talk about the importance of stopping the pattern of feminine beauty in young women, she is called a "dumb bitch"

- 2: Wendy who discovered the hoax on the list; she analyzed all the data and discovered that something was wrong, she faced her friends even though she knew that this could cause her harm. Stan did absolutely nothing but stand and watch, he didn't even know what to say when he got in front of the girls to argue. Wendy is the one who saved Kyle from burning down the school. SHE SAVED THE FUCKING SCHOOL

Anyway, other horrible things were said that at the moment I can't remember to rebut them and idk I don't want to waste my time on that. Sorry for the very very long text, I really needed to dump this somewhere

#south park #wendy testaburger #sp wendy #south park opinion #Stendy #sp stendy #i love wendy #why people are like this?#south park wendy

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telekineticseance · 11 months

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FLY BY NIGHT

pairing: matt stone x f! assistant reader

summary: the plane ride home

genre: fluff / smut

word count: 2116

cw: legal age gap, oral (male receiving), semi public sex, fingering

author's note: happy birthday matt stone

if you haven't read the first part check it out here: "CIRCUMSTANCES"

The rest of the night at the restaurant was more on the interesting side. Matt kept his hand on your upper thigh, rubbing it with his thumb as much as he could and if someone walked by the two of you he would pull his hand away and act as if nothing happened. Which honestly, you understood. If others from the office had figured out what happened between the two of you, they would probably not be as on the positive side as you would wish they would be. He would occasionally lean over and whisper a joke in your ear or two if he noticed you were drifting from the conversations people were having around the table.

“Come with me I want to show you something,” He whispered before getting up and you followed with him, he grabbed your hand once the two of you were out of vision from the table as he took you to the empty cave part of the restaurant. He walked next to you, the cave dimly lit by a few lights throughout as he looked down at you. “I loved this place when I was a kid,” He told you, “Never seen it this quiet though.”

He leaned down pressing a light kiss to your forehead, while the two of you walked throughout the cave. You watched the joy sparkle in his eyes as he looked around the walls, revealing a different side of him. As the two of you walked, he pointed out random moments from his past that happened in the cave, such as a kid throwing up when he went to a birthday party. The two of you reached the end of the cave and he stopped walking before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close. “Can we be serious for a minute?”

You nodded slowly, looking up at him and he let out a sigh, “This…is dangerous. For both of us.” Your face dropped a little as you nodded. You knew it was, you just didn’t want to admit it. “I know,” You whispered as he reached his hand up to caress your face. You leaned against his hand, feeling the warmth from it.

“I’m really sorry for what I did. I just,” He let out another sigh, “I don’t know. I was an asshole and I still am an asshole. I just think I was scared.”

“Scared of what?” You asked him softly. “Just everything. You’re someone special to me Y/N. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I really do care about you. Trust me when I say if any other assistant called me at 3am, I probably wouldn’t have answered.”

You held back a small smile as you looked at him, trying to stay serious, but hearing him say that made you feel something, “I understand. I mean..this is pretty scary.” You told him, looking at him, putting your hands on his chest in a loving manner. He put his hands over yours, bringing them to his lips and kissing them gently. “Just..do you want to continue whatever this is?”

You thought for a moment on his question. Of course you wanted this, the chance to finally be in his arms. Fill the feeling you’ve been having for years. But at the same time, it was dangerous like he said. Both of your reputations would be at risk, his more than yours solely because of who he was. While you were just an assistant, he was Matt Stone. You took a deep breath before responding, “I do.”

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The next day the crew traveled back to LA, to get started on yet another episode of South Park. Due to the restaurant they were able to get the network to play an old rerun of the show so you would have an extra week to write on the new episode, but usually an extra week meant time for everyone to procrastinate a little bit until it got closer to the time for the episode to air. Mostly everyone took the flight time to nap as they were recovering from drinking the night before, apparently the margaritas were really strong and really good. Matt sat across the aisle from you, next to Trey as they talked to one another and made jokes. You were lucky enough to get your own section so you sat in one seat with your legs propped up on the other as you read your book, glancing at Matt every few lines, noticing him glancing back at you every now and then.

“I have to use the bathroom,” Matt spoke, getting up from his seat before glancing at you and motioning to the back with his eyes. Your lips parted in shock as you watched him walk to the bathroom, the door locking with a click as he did so. You looked back over at Trey and noticed he had his nose in his phone already, before putting your book down and following Matt to the back. You lightly tapped on the door and the lock clicked again before the door opened and Matt looked down at you. He grabbed your arm lightly and pulled you in, shutting the door behind you and locking it again.

You giggled as he leaned down and kissed you gently, his hands resting on your waist. You pulled away looking up at him, “Should we be doing this on a plane full of our coworkers?” You asked him, raising an eyebrow as he licked his lips while looking at you. “Most of them are too hungover right now anyways. And Trey has his own things to think about. If we make it quick it’ll be like we never left.”

He ran his hand down your torso, reaching the waistband on your jeans, “You know…we never finished what we started last night.” He whispered, looping his fingers in your belt loops. You gulped softly as you nodded. He started to kiss you deeply and you reached your hands up to the back of his neck, pulling him down closer. You spent a large portion of your night when you got to the hotel thinking of how he had you in that office, and how you couldn’t return the same feeling for him.

You took one of your hands and moved it to start rubbing him through his jeans, making him groan against your lips. You pulled away from the kiss, rubbing him more, feeling his length grow in his jeans as he closed his eyes tightly, keeping his forehead against yours. “Fuck,” He groaned, his breathing increasing with each stroke.

You felt your hand start to unbuckle his jeans pulling them down, the fabric of his boxers, tightening as you did so. The thought of seeing him in person was driving you crazy. I mean of course you had seen the pictures of him in Le Petit Package but like come on. This was like a front row seat.

You sunk down onto your knees in front of him, looking up through your lashes and you ran your finger along the bulge outline in the boxers. You knew you had to hurry before someone noticed the both of you were missing but you wanted to take your time as well. Matt put his hands on the counter of the sink, holding himself up as you continued to lightly stroke him through his boxers.

“Don’t be a tease,” He growled out through his teeth, looking down as you bit your bottom lip lightly. You lifted his shirt up slightly, leaving lingering kisses on his waist line, while holding onto the elastic of the boxers. He let out a few breaths as you did so, glancing down at you, your eyes still watching his reactions to your every touch.

You finally pulled down on the elastic and watched as he practically sprung free from the restraint. You tried not to show a reaction as your eyes widened slightly, that short film really did not do him justice. You parted your lips, spitting into your hand, as you wrapped your fingers around the base, running it up and down along the length. His hard cock throbbed in your hand as you stroked him as he leaned his head back, with his knuckles turning white as his fists clenched onto the sink behind him.

You looked up at him, watching his lips part as he let out heavy breaths, suppressing his groans from your touch.You swiped the tip with your thumb, wiping off the precum as you used it as lubricant to continue stroking. “Fuck,” Matt groaned out softly, looking down at you.

You looked up at him innocently, knowing that he wanted more but you weren’t sure if you wanted to give him that just yet. His eyes pleaded with you as you slowed your stroking pace, “Use your words.”

He bit his bottom lip, “F-Fuck, I need you. Please.” He let out an almost feminine moan as you smirked to yourself. You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking on it while using your hand to stroke the rest of his shaft. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes tightly once your mouth attached. You continued to linger on the tip, before he let out a subtle wince in response, “Please.” He begged again, wanting more.

You hummed against his cock, sending vibrations, before taking him in. You felt the tip hit the back of your throat, gagging against it causing him to let out a moan. One of his hands let go of the counter and reached onto your hair, tangling through the strands.He held on, thrusting his hips forward. As you moved faster, he bucked his hips in rhythm with you, the grip on your hair tightening with every movement.

You slipped your fingers down in between your thighs, feeling yourself grow more turned on as you watched his face. You moved your hand under your panties as you dipped two fingers into your sopping clit, moaning against his length while doing so. He glanced down at you, letting out a chuckle once he realized what you were doing. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. Touching yourself in the process hm?”

Your breathing increased, growing more wet from his words as you cradled his balls with your free hand, massaging them in your fingers. You swirled your tongue around, as Matt’s hand pushed your hand further down, making you take in more of his length. He grabbed onto your face as he started fucking your mouth, your lips grazing against his cock. Your fingers continue dipping in and out of your clit as you look up at him.

“I’m…Fuck.” He moans, cutting off his sentence. You moaned against his length as he continued fucking his face, feeling your own high come close as you curled your fingers, hitting your g-spot. You felt yourself flex against your fingers, grinding against your fingers as you released around your fingers.

He moaned at the sight of you, seeing your eyes roll to the back of your head while closing your eyes. His thrusts into your mouth got rougher as you felt his tip twitch in the back of your throat while his hips stuttered, him reaching his own high. You swallowed the liquid as it shot into your mouth, feeling drops leak through the sides of your mouth. You pulled away from his length, letting a pop sound as it did. He wiped the sides of your mouth with his thumb, placing it in between your lips as you sucked on it, swirling your tongue around to lick it clean. He smirked down at you, pulling his hand away as he put his pants back on.

You got up from your knees, washing your hands in the sink as you look at him in the mirror as he stands behind you, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed his chest. You raised an eyebrow as you watched him, “Hm?’

“Nothing. Just watching.” He smiled softly at you, as if what happened..didn’t just happen. You rolled your eyes playfully as you dried your hands. “I’m gonna head back to my seat. So we don’t leave together.”

You nodded at him, watching him leave, waiting a few moments before leaving yourself. You noticed everyone was mainly still asleep on the flight or too busy doing something else to watch you walk back to your seat. The only one looking was Trey as he sat next to Matt. He looked between the two of you before his eyes widened slightly, lips parted in shock. Whoops.

updated a/n: next part!

#my gift to matt is the next chapter #hope he reads this on his stomach kicking his feet back and forth #then scoffing and going “i would never say that”#once again y'all for the support on this series #i'm working on a trey one btw...but a different pairing style so hehehe #matt stone #matt stone x reader

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broflovski-brah · 10 months

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south park high school headcanons

TW for drinking and smoking (i have t watched the post pandemic special, so i don’t quite consider if canon..? I dunno though please don’t come for me-)

Eric Cartman:

Doesn’t give a shit about school tbh

I mean he’s probably a solid C/D student

Probably sits next to the teacher, lmao

He’s a pretentious little bitch, we know this, and he probably just harasses kids all the time

Like if there’s a presentation or something he’s probably pretending to be asleep or something

(especially if it’s Kyle)

Probably makes fun of everyone for their class choices

”Oh of course Kahl is taking economics. Those damn Jews” or “Kenny, why are you taking home economics if we all know you’re poor as hell and don’t have any food in your trailer to make this shit anyway?”

Was probably that one annoying kid who laughed during sex ed

Flips the teachers off when they aren’t looking

Is probably an angel to all the teachers but to the students, he’s a massive dick

Probably tried making Kyle fail his classes by hacking into the website

They only knew it was him because for comments/observations tab he put some ‘stupid Jew’ spiel

He’s dumb as shit sometimes

Bullies freshmen

Probably started Freshie Friday

Hes the kind of person to spray Axe Body Speay everywhere and has probably made multiple people sick because of it

Failing Gym

Mainly because he never makes up classes and refused to swim in ‘contaminated water’ (probably aimed at the girls or Kenny)

Doesnt date through high school

because nobody wanted to date a neonazi manipulative asshole

Probably didn’t do any clubs

He probably joined the Gay Straight Alliance (run probably by Big Gay Al) and ripped on everyone there

Got bored and never went back after he ran out of jokes

Honestly he’s probably to lazy to do any clubs after school

He doesn’t like staying in school after he’s already

Probably has gotten suspended a few times

(likely for putting a cherry bomb in Kyle’s locker)

Im kinda lost on Cartman lmao

Stan Marsh

Honestly? He probably drank a lot in high school

Kyle often had to take care of him and scold him for drinking

Stan’s probably a B/C student

Probably studies better in a group than alone

Thanks the stars that Shelley is a senior and will leave him alone

(though I do think she somewhat mellowed down, though she still threatens to beat the fuck out of him sometimes)

And Sharon probably helps him when she isn’t busy

But he feels awkward going to her for help

Randy is awful to study with

”So if I have x amounts of condoms and y amounts of-“ “Fuck this Im calling Kyle”

Kyle is his study buddy when he can’t turn to anyone else

which is pretty often

He pays pretty good attention in class

Probably still dating Wendy tbh

Stan definitely wears like zip up hoodies and ripped jeans and such

Probably bleached the lower half of his hair

it didn’t look good

His hair’s greasy af i’m calling it

Its fluffy when he washes it but that’s a rarity

Uses 3 in 1

wears gloves everywhere

lowkey germaphobe

Probably joined some sort of after school activity

Probably some sort of helping the community club

Tbh he failed chemistry multiple times

Hes trying though

Graduates with probably a solid 3.2 GPA

(idk how colorado does it i’m just going based off of where i live)

Probably goes to college and then drops out after two years

Works a few jobs because he wants to get out of the house

Overall good student, 7/10

Kyle Broflovski

That rare breed between nerd and jock

Hes probably one of those athletic kids getting awards and stuff all the time

Def on the swim team during the fall/spring and the basketball team during the winter

Also does a bunch of those community clubs (things that you would join to get into NHS)

His parents are probably super strict about grades

Theyre all about ‘keeping a good example for Ike’

So he usually beats himself up if he gets a grade below a 95

Speaking of, he’s probably top of his class ngl

Very smart

Studies better alone and probably isn’t the greatest at helping others study, but he’s trying

Honestly probably gets a little less insecure(?) about his hair and doesn’t wear his hat as much

Still barely takes it off but he’ll leave it off during sporting events

I know that thing smells like ass/hj

Probably wears a lot of flannels and t-shirts

Has reading glasses (they’re thick rimmed and brown)

Either that or he wears contact lenses but glasses are more convenient for him

Doesnt like wearing them because they remind him of his cousin Kyle Schwartz

Probably in all honors/AP/college courses

Gets academic awards a lot

He probably did band for one year to fulfill one of his miscellaneous credits (he played clarinet)

He’s probably one of the sweeter kids though, sports help him work through his anger issues

Still snaps at Cartman a lot though

Sometimes doesn’t take good care of himself between sports and studying

So Stan whips him into line

Probably had one partner through high school, doesn’t really play around much

Either that or he doesn’t date at all, he’s just too busy

If he were to date it’s be in junior/senior year, maybe sophomore year if it was the right person and they weren’t needy or too demanding of his time

Probably graduated with an advanced diploma

Goes to some ivy league school

Solid 4.0/4.1 GPA

Majors in math and minors in science

Kenny McCormick

Ngl he doesn’t give a shit

Probably failing some of his classes, has a few B’s, some D’s, he’s really scattered when it comes to grades

Probably skips class sometimes when he doesn’t feel like going

Still wears that same parka

He’s still taking home economics/hj

Probably sneaks into the girls changing room as Princess Kenny 🤭

That one kid who has a crush on all his female teachers

”Guys my average is a 69”

Hes the glue to keep all the boys together but tbh I feel like they drift apart and go their own directions during high school

They probably have like-game days on Saturdays though

He wants to keep the group together though because they’re probably more family than his own family (minus Karen)

Still dies a lot

Probably tries to die so he can get out of doing tests and such

Is the reason they don’t allow costumes at Halloween (he was def a playboy bunny)

Probably takes a lot of non honors/no college courses

The latter even less so because his family can’t afford it

Graduates with a barely passing GPA and goes to community college

Probably ended up dropping out tho

But he still makes sure to keep in touch with all the boys (minus cartman but he keeps in touch with Butters)

Butters Stotch

(speaking of-)

Honestly? Solid B student

Is probably still the most naive of the group, though he does stick up for himself now

Doesn’t like being called Butters much but Leopald is worse

So he either goes by Butters or Leo

Probably has a knack for history??

Honestly doesn’t do all honors courses, proabbly does honors history and maybeeee honors English

Sucks at math

His parents ground him a lot because of this

So he ends up with a tutor

He goes to the girls’ sleepovers as Margerine sometimes

Grew out of his Hello Kitty obsession :(

(…tbh he was probably into Pusheen at some point-)

Anyway

Probably has a solid 3.5 GPA or something

Doesn’t graduate at the top of his class but he isn’t the dumbest person in the room

Probably is involved in the theater department

Honestly very artsy??

Probably takes a lot of art classes because he loves it so much

Majors in it!!

Probably minors in history too :)

Hes pretty nice to everyone in his classes and maybe even dates in high school..?

His parents don’t like it though

And he can’t go out much because he gets grounded a lot still

Overall pretty good!!

Tolkien Black

Probably still dating Nicole

Salutatorian

Probably competes with Kyle a lot because of academics

Hes in the band

Plays trumpet

Of course Cartman says shit about this all the time, I’m calling it

Him and Kyle do butt heads a lot but honestly I feel like they’d end up being pretty good friends

Still cringed at his old TikToks

Hes probably in most AP/honors classes

Probably majors in music in college?

Or maybe he minors in it

Most likely the latter

He’a your go to study person

He’s pretty nice about it too, he doesn’t shame you for getting the answers wrong

He’s that one kid who has house parties a lot when his parents aren’t home

Mainly because Cartman kept calling him a pussy and saying he had no balls

Doesn’t have alcohol though

Him and Nicole were probably voted cutest couple

Them or Tweek and Craig

He hangs out with Clyde a lot and helps him with his courses

Hes probably class president tbh

Or maybe vice president

His parents donate tons of money to the school

Hes pretty level headed and calm during tests and quizzes

He’s really focused and motivated in school

Overall solid 3.9 GPA

Probably only behind Kyle by very little

And he’s okay with it

He probably goes to some hardcore Ivy League school like Harvard or Yale or some shit

Probably uses music as a side hustle in college to help pay for his classes

He was hellbent on paying for colllege alone, or mostly alone. He didn’t want people thinking he was only at said college because he was rich.

Pretty good overall, 10/10

Clyde Donovan

Clyde…is Clyde

Hes a dumbass

A lovable dumbass big a dumbass nonetheless

Scored so low on his SAT the first time he took it

Cries to Tolkien all the time because of his grades but when Tolkien tries to help him he gets distracted and leaves

He’s that one hella sporty kid though

Definitely captain of the soccer team

Probably in the Gay Straight Alliance for ‘shits and giggles’ but then finds out he’s pan, lmao

I feel like him and Bebe are really tight

They go shoe shopping together

Cries when he loses Kahoot

Uses Chat GDP to talk to girls 🫢

Honestly is probably like-weirdly good at math but nothing else

Calls Kyle and Tolkien his algebros whenever they’re grouped together

(i kinda hdc that he’s in honors math too with kyle and tolkien)

That honors math course saved his GPA

honestly it’s probably a 3.0 or a 3.1

Hes not completely dumb though

He gets a lot of sports awards and stuff

Kinda headcanon Clyde to have dyslexia?

So maybe that makes things a little more difficult for him

Studies better in groups

Gets easily distracted tho

He’s a horrible test taker

Cries whenever he can’t figure out the answer

Overall, he’s kinda mid

He probably goes to college tho

He stays in college for two years before he graduates

He was probably their star football player, so they were probably sad to see him go

But academically, he’s not great

Craig Tucker

Science geek

Mainly Earth Science but any science is basically a second language to him

He’s honestly probably good at English too?? like he’s a really good writer

Hes probably in honors English and Science

He combusts when it comes to geometry and map work

He’s bad with dates

Like he can hardly remember his anniversary with Tweek or his own birthday half the time

He’s pretty good at helping people study if it’s one on one

He’ll bully some people harder than others when it comes to helping them though

Goes after Clyde a lot of the time whenever he comes over for extra help

”Of you would leave I would be sooooo happy.”

He’s nice with Tweek though

Helps him not to panic during tests and such, probably gives him a lot of fidget toys too

(most of which are space themed)

Speaking of, I do kinda headcanon Craig with some kind of neurodivergent condition like autism or something

I kinda feel like space would be his special interest

He mellowed out a lot after middle school, but he still flips everyone off

Thats usually the extent though

His locker is an absolute mess, I already know it

The teachers for the most part like him

He pays attention and such

Probably wears reading glasses, they’re thin though and he doesn’t wear them a lot

Eric third wheels him and Tweek’s study dates a lot too

He studies online using things like Quizlet and stuff

Loves reading

He’s probably snuck out of class a few times, but doesn’t do it often

Solid 3.7/3.8 GPA

Probably in the top 20% in his class

Goes to a pretty good college, probably on the west coast like in California or something

He’s pretty good in school

Tweek Tweak

Horrible test taker

Probably has to go to a different room, which just stresses him out more

Tbh Eric probably got him to get high once or twice

It did calm him down but it also freaked Craig the fuck out

Especially because this was during lunch

Tweek was fine, he was just extraordinarily sick and Craig was not happy

The teachers don’t really like Tweek

They think he’s a distraction and a ‘bad influence’ for other kids because of his freak outs

He hogs the coffee machine at school istg

I kinda headcanon Tweek to have acid reflux too?? So his stomach ends up gurgling in class and making weird sounds and the teachers get mad-

And this freaks him out even more because he thinks he’s dying

”Why is it doing that?! Why?! Did someone poison the coffee?! Did the underpants gnomes come back?! GAH!”

He’s hella good in gym class

Tweek on the track team??? anyone???

It helps him burn through some of his anxiety

He probably has a 504 too after his parents kept getting calls about his anxiety

Goes to the school counselor a lot

He probably brings fidget toys to class a lot and often has to give Craig his phone so he doesn’t end up getting hooked in on something some celebrity said and then start freaking out

He’s probably really good at English

Reading helps him forget about his anxiety for a bit

He always has to double/triple check to make sure he hasn’t missed anything

He uses his agenda religiously

Its probably stained with coffee and smells like a mixture of coffee and honey and sweat

His hands sweat and shake a lot during tests

He’s probably barely passing math, Craig helps him through science

He’s alright in social studies

His lowest grade is probably a 75

Craig and Tolkien help him out a lot too

I feel like he studies better one on one though

Too many people in one group makes him feel easily overwhelmed

He probably graduates with a 3.4 GPA or so

Goes to college in New England, he thinks city life will calm him down

Spoiler, it doesn’t

He probably drops out after a year or two before applying somewhere on the West coast to be closer to Craig and some of his other friends

English major and art minor??

I feel like he’s really good at art too

Art helps him vent in a healthy manner

Good student, not great, but good

Wendy Testaburger

Honestly? She’s actually low key smart

She was probably third in her class

She’s very good in math and english

She probably takes all the super hard classes too to ‘challenge herself’

She probably invites all the girls (maybe Princess Kenny and Margerine/hj) over for study date sleepovers

They never end up studying

But it does make for a pretty good time

Shes a really good test taker, but she probably ends up being too hard on herself too

Stan probably (reluctantly) asks her for help a lot of the time too

Social studies is the thing she excels in the most

Especially women’s history

She’s probably in a lot of clubs too, like the community service clubs

Shes secretary of her class, methinks

(I think Tolkien would be president, Kyle would be VP, she would be secretary and Bebe would be treasurer)

Cartman ran but they found out he rigged the votes

She’s all for being just and fair, so this pissed her off to no end

She needs glasses, her eyesight worsened after middle school

So freshman year she got glasses

I can see her doing girls wrestling

Shes probably a somewhat sporty kid, not like Kyle sporty but sporty nonetheless

She’s kind of a geek too lol

I feel like her and Kyle and Bebe are actually pretty good friends

They play chess together lol

Shes actually really sweet to like, new kids and such-probably shows them around

She gets some muscle after wrestling for so long

She also probably does track and field

I can see her being really good in long jumping

She kinda sucks at science though

She takes French

She graduates with a 3.85/3.95 GPA

Probably leaning towards the latter number

She probably goes to the west coast as well, probably somewhere in Nevada or California as well

She does pretty well, she goes to a really good school and probably majors in History and minors in English

I can see her being an English:History teacher

Probably for younger kids though

She stays on Twitch with Bebe and Heidi for hours istg

Shes so sweet, i love wendy tbh

Bebe Stevens

I know her mom is like the dumb blonde stereotype, but I feel like Bebe would be somewhat smart

She’s probably not top of her class but that’s not to say she’s not smart

She honestly is probably in the top 10% of her class

Her and Wendy and Kyle probably do study sessions together

She’s really competitive, so she kinda gets mad if Wendy gets a better score than her lol

Shes really artsy

Took AP art

Shes probably in AP Social Studies and honors English as well

Shes fine with reading, she doesn’t like it, but she’ll do it

Shes really good at math tho

Shes not so good at science, similarly to Wendy

So usually Kyle takes the lead on science during study sessions

She’s that one kid to be like ‘tall the substitute teacher is so hot!’ unironically

Shes hella hood at sewing

She’s probably gonna end up going into fashion tbh

She’s oddly good with money

Treasurer of her class

She probably helps organize prom and homecoming and stuff

Doesn’t date, she crushes around though, but she never actually asked anyone out

She’s really intense ngl, she probably taught Wendy how to fight

She’s on the cheer team

She isn’t a prick though, she’s probably one of the most bubbly cheerleaders out there tbh

Shes also in art club

Maybe does theater too?

She’s in band and choir, she actually has a really lovely voice

She can play flute really well too

Shes pretty smart, solid 3.7/3.8 GPA

Graduates and goes to a New England school, like in New York or Connecticut

She majors in Fashion Design and minors in Art

Heidi Turner

She’s not the brightest

Not to say she isn’t smart, she just isn’t very academically inclined

She probably takes a lot of the mythology classes and such

Shes really into star signs and crystals

Her and Craig started a ‘Space Club’ and actually got a few members to join

She kicked Eric out tho

She’s hella hood at Math and English

The rest is history

Sges probably grown a lot since the whole ‘Cartwoman’ incident

And she’s a lot kinder to people now

She’s weird, but a good kind of weird

She gives away crystals as a gift a lot to new freshman

Shes in the choir!!

She actually has a really amazing voice, she’s been doing choir for years

Shes that one senior that all the freshman flock to because she’s the kindest

She stands up for them where they’re being bullied too, tells them to be wary of Cartman

Shes hella short (4’11’’)

So she often gets picked on like ‘aw, someone went into the wrong building!’ or something stupid like that

She’s so sweet though, she’s that one friend who offers to help you with your homework and then just gives you all the answers

She graduates with maybe a 3.6 GPA or so

She probably stays local tbh, for college

Either that or she would go down to New York or smth

Probably gets into a decent school and majors in music

Wait no, she majors in psychology and minors in music

She becomes an art and music therapist, she loves helping people out

i love heidi 🤭

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