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victimized-martyr · 1 year

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I love all your kyman hc's so much!!!!😭❤ I just need to hear more, so here are my questions: if kyman got married how would they act around each other? And do you think they'd adopt kids and if yes: what would they name them? And would they raise them jewish or christian or both?

Aaahhh I know there are too many questions I'm sorry 😭😭

Don’t apologize, I love talking about kyman :D

Regardless of context, the core of their dynamic is: Cartman is the instigator, Kyle reacts, a little back and forth, escalate the issue to Nth degrees of insanity, Kyle lands the final blow. Though sometimes, depending on the issue, Kyle lands the last punch thinking he’s won, only for Cartman to win the war last minute. Another way the show’s mixed things up, is that Kyle’s victory is undermined either by South Park itself, or Cartman. I see their marriage as an opportunity to expand their unique dynamic and introduce new plotlines/ jokes that couldn’t be done if they were still kids.

I see Cartman taking Randy’s place as the adult that’s always up to no good, the fixture of South Park’s weirdness. self serving hijinks flare up just about every week. Meanwhile, the Sharon (or straight man) to offset that cannot be anyone else but Kyle. This time however, unlike the marshes, and perhaps most couples in South Park, the Brofloski’s are truly in love. That’s kinda the joke. The couple that started out insulting each other and trying to kill each other on multiple occasions end up in the happiest relationship. I see them fitting nicely among the pantheon of sitcom couples— Mitchel and Cameron, Marge and Homer, Ralph and Alice, Gomez and Morticia. Their relationship, in Trey fashion, pays homage to and in the same breath, mocks those classic couples.

TLDR, Their dynamic is in tact, it’s just evolved to a new label. Instead of sort of friends-ish, they’re a couple. They’re still loud, obsessed with each other, fight over issues, hang out and share similar tastes. Only this time they got rings on their fingers. And if they don’t fistfight, how do they deal with their classic arguments? Well, like any sensible american couple, of course! they fuck each other’s brains out! ( just kidding. I have this vision of Cartman doing the most outrageous shit and Kyle chasing him offscreen in anger, Cartman shouting “domestic abuse domestic abuse!”)

I’m not sure what they’d name their kids. Does it matter? I do know what personalities I’d like them to have though— the 1st, their oldest, is outgoing, entitled, bossy, manipulative, a performative people pleaser, makes everyone’s problems their responsibility, and is quick witted. (A 2w3) Much like Eric, they are exceptionally charismatic and love being in the limelight. And like Kyle, they love getting involved in the lives of others, seen as helpful. The 2nd child is less outspoken, prefers to keep opinions to themselves, a dispassionate observer. ( poster child for 8w9) Like Eric, they’re materialistic, and prone to laziness. Still, they are an intellectual like Kyle, and far more principled in comparison to their sibling/Eric. They’re probably the most capable and dangerous in the family. They don’t shoot themselves in the foot like Cartman, and they don’t fight against the currents of South Park like Kyle. If they wanted to, they could take over the world and succeed where the Brofloskis failed. They just don’t care though lol.

I could never, ever see them as a two religion household. Yeah, Cartman has been portrayed as a bigoted Christian (or in his words, “[used] Christianity as an excuse to be a piece of shit”), but carrying that extremity to adulthood isn’t as funny. I don’t know how to articulate that other than, many extreme right wingers on twitter weren’t able to read Cartman’s bigotry in Cupid Ye as hyperbolic and instead took it as fact, and praised the stuff he whispered into Tolkien’s ears. His actions in Cissy were recently trending and was seen as heroic and like, justification why trans ppl can’t use whatever bathrooms they want. You can’t escalate the crazy stuff from real life anymore— it’s become reality. So the funniest thing to do, is either personify it as something else or, run in the opposite direction. If anything, PC has shown us that it’s funnier that the very same kid who once belittled Judaism in fact, became devoutly Jewish and proceeded to rub it in everyone’s faces rather than him ending up as some evil businessman. You rob bigots the chance to idolize Cartman, but give Cartman the freedom to hone his brand of idiocy on other things. So! Kyle slaps the antisemitism outta him, they get married, bam. They are a Jewish family.

#south park #kyman #eric cartman #kyle broflovski #cartman #what is brevity? hell if I know #asks #talk tag #Again it’s important that Cartman’s an asshole in different ways #like there’s this excellent trey quote where he introduces Matt as his wife #and like. wouldn’t that be the perfect way to piss kyle off??#‘My lovely wife Kahl’ ‘honey you really need to get that sand out of your vagina’#Cartman just loves Kyle’s attention in general so yeah he’s a tease but instead of insults he prefers flirting #is it because its the right thing to do and the way to respect his spouse? sure if that’s what u think. all Cartman knows is that #the less he insults his husband and the more praise he gives the better sexy times is #the insults don’t come from a genuine place anymore either bc again he’s reconciled how in love he is w/ kyle #and w/ kyle he knows cartman is all talk and he loves putting him in place and like why would he pummel his husband in punches if kisses #knocks him off his pedestal even more?? literally a look will bring his husband to his knees (reverence..apology..other..doesn’t matter)#oop im blurring this tag w/ my next answered question lolol

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pinky-glitz · 2 years

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I just read ur mha kinks HCs and just- wow. Todorokis was my favorite and now I'm wondering... what would his reaction be to those scandals on the news? 🤔🤨

Aweee thanks 💕 let’s see shall we 👀

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“You need to see this.” You whispered and slid towards him with your phone in hand. Shouto shifted his gaze towards you, his brow slightly raised at the ghastly tone of your voice while thumbing the remote and flipping through channels.

“What happened?” He asked.

“We’re on the news…” You gulped, “…trending on twitter.”

“And?”

“You remember that hero award ceremony we attended last week?”

“Yeah?”

“Remember what we did?” You muttered, feeling your cheeks grow hot at the memory. Shouto caught sight of your body language and grinned, inching closer to you and ghosting his fingers behind your neck.

“Yeah, what about that?” He said with his tone low and barely above a whisper.

You pushed your phone towards him and tapped on a video that started playing sounds that sounded so obscene and could only be heard on porn sites and sëxy twitter links. Shouto’s eyes were blown wide and glued to the screen as he clearly saw you and him going at it like rabbits in heat behind the canopy where drinks were being served a reasonable distance from you two. The imagery wasn’t too clear but he knew damn right it was the two of you and he was sure anyone else could point it out too.

At once, his phone started ringing and he could see it was his social media and image manager. Fuck, he was in for an earful.

Shouto massaged his temples as multiple messages bombarded his phone and how convenient was it that he just dropped in on Entertainment News to see his name being the talk of the town. Todoroki groaned and sank deeper into his leather sofa and reluctantly picked up his phone to hear his manager screaming her lungs away.

“DO YOU KNOW THE AMOUNT OF TROUBLE YOURE IN!!! THE WHOLE OF JAPAN IS TALKING ABOUT YOU!!!”

Todoroki sighed and stared at the talk show hosts preaching as if they were any better than him, putting on their holier than thou masks and showing the thumbnail of the rather risqué video they obviously couldn’t play. You stared feeling embarrassed and guilty that all this was happening because the both of you thought it’ll be fun to fück outside where people, PAPARAZZI were going to be.

“I know.” Todoroki replied calmly. “We don’t have time to be doing this stupid drama. I suggest you do your job as my image manager and figure something out.”

“But, Todoroki! You’re currently under fire from the press because they think you’re super unprofessional and disrespectful to be … doing that, especially at the hero awards ceremony.” His manager exasperated and Shouto could tell she was stressed from this shocking news.

“I see. Let’s meet at the office and find a way to bury this situation.”

You switched the TV off, not having the mental strength to continue hearing fake hosts hungry for any kind of juicy gossip to spread and destroy a persons name. How did you and Shouto fûck this up so badly? How were you guys going to recover from such a fatal blow to your careers and public image?

You hugged yourself and tried not to become overwhelmed with your thoughts and emotions but it was difficult. You just wished you could crawl under a rock or better, never existed because this was too much, the scrutiny and hate was something you couldn’t bear to handle.

You felt his warm hands embrace you and draw you close to lay on his chest. He brushed your hair and squeezed you tight to ground you back and chase away those scary thoughts eating you from the inside.

“Don’t worry, everything will be okay. Nothing will happen to you.” He mumbled softly, doing wonders to ease your anxiety. “I’ll make sure of it.”

And funny enough? He did. Just like magic and the whole thing was swept under the rug and everyone believed you two were someone else. You knew Todoroki’s social team were good but you didn’t know they were this good to be able to clean you guys mess so well.

All that was left was for you guys to be super careful and keep things under wraps. The highest you guys could do now was do it in a car, but even that looked too scandalous.

#anime smut #bnha smut #boku no hero academia #bnha #bnha shoto todoroki #mha todoroki #todoroki smut hcs #todoroki x y/n #todoroki x you #todoroki smut #todoroki x reader #bnha todoroki #bnha fanfiction #mha smut

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shotorozu · 3 years

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hello! i love ur writings <3

wanted to request a hc of todoroki, deku, and bakugou and their reactions to the tiktok trend where those two girls are laughing and ppl put their friends/family members in the camera thinking it’s their friend or something 💀 (here’s a link to one of the videos https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMe6oFVx5/ )

once again, love ur work and hopefully i did this request correctly 😩🙏🏽

s/o’s friends laugh at them

character(s) : bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk’s not specific

headcanon type : crack, fluff (x reader)

note(s) : i always say that i’m going to upload more, since i haven’t in a day but i’m going to keep my promises this time. and maybe after my content dump, that’s when i’ll fix my masterlists

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bakugou katsuki

this prank was very risky just like the other pranks you’ve pulled on him but that doesn’t stop you at all

you decided to do this prank after seeing it on the fyp— and also because of the prank’s simplicity since all you needed to do was download the tiktok

you called katsuki over when he finishes working out, and it all seems innocent “katsuki! come over here.”

katsuki, irritated— as he had just finished his exercise, he marches over to where you’re seated “what now, dumbass?”

“i want you to meet my friends!” katsuki only raises a brow, because he’s PRETTY sure that he’s met all of your friends

“now??” he sighs, “i thought i met all of your stupid friends.”

“not all of them,” you grin “c’mon please, katsuki?” and it’s over when your eyes twinkle, and he can only sigh— sitting next to you

“okay, let me meet them” he asks, and you pull up with your phone (that’s now filming, and with the video playing) and show him your ‘friends’

“this is katsuki! my boyfriend,” you introduce him to your ‘friends’

and he’s SO offended when your friends burst into laughter, “WHAT THE HELL’S SO FUNNY, EXTRAS??”

man was really about to explode your phone into pieces— and i’m serious about that part 🧎‍♂️ his hands were creating mini sparks out of anger

you had to coax him that it was just a prank, and they weren’t actually your friends

katsuki’s just 😐 “what did i expect from you?”

promise him that the video won’t go viral, and it won’t be seen by thousands and thousands of people.

you were wrong, and the video AND the audio ended up going viral. and katsuki had to hear his voice on tiktok for WEEKS.

“YOU TOLD ME IT WOULDN’T GO VIRAL DUMBASS” he fumes, red irises zeroing in on you.

“WELL SORRY— I DONT CONTROL THE ALGORITHM, but at least you’re famous!”

“fuck off,” he doesn’t mean that. but he just needs to learn how to not fall for your shit again, despite being really whipped for you

midoriya izuku

you’d feel bad because izuku’s ALWAYS at the receiving end of your pranks 💀

similar to bakugou, you decided to prank him because of the simplicity of the prank— and he wouldn’t get TOO offended by the prank’s nature, right? wrong 💀

izuku swings the door open, a couple of snacks held in his arms, “hey Y/N! i brought some snacks— what did you need me for?”

“oh, i want you to meet my cousins!”

he immediately goes red, setting down the snacks he brought to your room “your c-cousins? oh no no no, Y/N why didn’t you tell me? i could’ve showered before hand— i could’ve fixed my face and wore something different—”

poor izuku. he’s gesturing to his post workout state, since he was in such a hurry to get to your room with snacks.

but you brush his concern off “don’t worry, izuku! it’s through call. they won’t be able to smell you anyway.”

he calms down, and this when you decide to start the tiktok. “i’m going to call them,” he only nods, quickly hurrying over to your side— to meet your ‘cousins’

“say hi, izuku!” he nervously smiles, showing his face to the camera and waving his hand— totally oblivious of the intentions

he’s stammering on the introduction, and that’s when the rather hysterical laughing starts

he blinks, the feeling of defeat courses through his entire body— the green haired boy immediately moves away from the view

why exactly is izuku genuinely sad from your ‘cousins’ laughing at him? well,, it was always a thing for him to try his very best to be likeable to your relatives

your parent(s)/guardian? they adore him. siblings (if there’s any) they’re also very fond of him. so while you say that they’re your cousins— it still means a lot if he made a good impression

“i,, should’ve changed!” he sulks, the fact that the laugh was quite hysterical didn’t aid the issue, “your cousins will never like me,,”

his mind is put at ease when you tell him it’s a prank— and they’re not actually your cousins. so he doesn’t need to do any redeeming, regardless of the fact that he ‘just met’ them

he sighs in relief, actually glad that it was all just another innocent tiktok prank (that did make his heart race 10x faster)

the video blows up, his distraught reaction being splayed across the fyp, it eventually getting onto twitter— his face being used as an reaction video

“you’re viral, izuku!”

he’s content, despite his distraught reaction being spread across the internet. but he just wishes that your actual cousins don’t see it 💀

todoroki shouto

is most likely aware of your tiktok pranks— but please 💀 this one looked realistic to him, so how was he supposed to tell??

anyways, you decided to do this prank because you wanted to see how he’d react to your ‘family members’ laughing at him. his reactions are golden though

it’s harmless, in a way— it’s mostly a harmless prank. shouto knows how to not take things too seriously, but you just wanted to see his reactions.

“shouto, could you please come over here?” you call for him to sit right next to you, patting his usual spot next to you.

“what is it?” he asks, getting comfortable next to you, kissing your temple— and that’s when you pull out your phone

“i want you to meet my siblings!”

shouto’s puzzled, because one— he always prefers to meet your family members in person, and two— he didn’t know you had siblings (or more siblings)

“we’re not meeting them in person?”

“oh wait! i forgot to mention that they’re working abroad. so we can’t really schedule a meeting in person.”

shouto’s skeptical, but you reassure him further “it’ll be quick!”

the dual haired boy chooses to believe you which was honestly really wrong of him, “alright, i’ll meet them.”

he moves next to you, peaking at the screen “say hi to shouto!”

he was expecting a few things but,, them breaking out into hysterical laughter was just something else

shouto’s so confused 💀✋ someone please help him, it’s like you spoke to him in simlish. that’s what his reaction would be like.

and he’s just thinking things like— why are you guys laughing? is there dirt on my face? i didn’t even say anything funny??

“why are they laughing? love, i didn’t even say anything funny??”

oblivious shouto. he’s not even aware that it’s all just a tiktok prank. but he must say— he’s a little bit disappointed that he already has a bad impression on your ‘siblings’

it’s your turn to laugh, making his thinking at a vague state— shouto’s trying to think of pieces of dialogue he might’ve missed

“it’s a prank, shouto— look,” you replay the tiktok of the girls laughing, and it comes clearly to him now

“oh.” 🧍 honestly, why is he so shocked? it wasn’t the first time you managed to prank him in such a similar nature.

he’s not mad though— rather, shouto’s impressed. “love, i adore you— but i’m not sure on why i got surprised.”

“right? i’d think that you’re used to this but i guess you’re not!” nah, he just believes you a little bit too easily.

but that doesn’t mean he WON’T be suspicious when he actually has to meet your siblings.

“these,, are actually your siblings? no pranks this time, right?” he just wants to make sure. he won’t fall for your potential pranks again!

also, the video does well, the comments being filled with “LMAO HE LOOKED GENUINELY CONFUSED” “shouto todoroki being confused for 20 seconds straight 🤠❓❓”

shouto is very confused on why the girls were just laughing, putting everything aside— he just doesn’t know the context of that tiktok 🧎‍♂️

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charlienick · 6 years

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some stupid reddie radio show hc

• richie is like grimmy on bbc radio on the breakfast show and he's been there so long and is so well loved that the producers kinda just let him do whatever he wants within reason. he's very loudly and publically bisexual and flirts with Every Single Person they bring in. he hates being up at ass-o’clock in the morning every day but it’s a sweet gig and he’s well loved and he loves his crew so he’s fine

• there's this up and coming actor eddie kaspbrak on the scene that richie is scheduled to interview. he’s struggling to come up with questions for him because he hasn’t seen any of the shit he’s in and is usually too tired to watch films at night anymore (a horrible part of the job because richie loves movies)

• eddie’s out of the closet publically, which he chose to do since this is a movie about the aids crisis, but the topic of boyfriends is blacklisted, which richie is fine with. he’s not a gossip. at least, not on live air

• so eddie’s gonna be in a movie with a bunch of well known people and the interview with richie goes. fucking. HORRIBLY.

• despite being his last guest of the day, it’s still 10:30 am because it’s, well, a breakfast show, and they’re both exhausted. eddie is incredibly obviously uncomfortable/nervous, which in turn is making richie uncomfortable/nervous.

• and when both of these guys get nervous, they really get nervous, so richie is, like, visibly sweating, and they visually record all the interviews too so his camera man (stan) is like "FUCKING COOL IT MAN YOUR SWEAT IS MAKING THE LIGHTS SHINE ON YOUR OILY FACE SO BRIGHTLY WE HAD TO TURN OFF YOUR OVERHEAD LAMP" "oh ha ha ha ha is that what happened?"

• richie asks things like “is this your first radio interview?” (god what is this richie’s first rodeo? what a boring question) and “did you get along with your castmates?” and “does ryan gosling really put his money where his mouth is?” but when he gets to "so what was it like being in a movie with all these famous—" eddie cuts the fuck in.

• beverly, eddie’s handler, giving him the singal to cut it the fuck out. don’t fly off the handle. please. eddie kaspbrak does not fly off the handle. he just. tells it like it is. and if that’s rude, well that’s the other person’s problem

• "okay i'm gonna stop you right there. if you're trying to insinuate that i'm not talented enough to carry this movie like all the other interviewers, i—" "no!” richie shouts, eyes widening and cheeks flaring. he glances around nervously and the crew is giving him looks like this is fucking tanking do something now. “that's not it. not at all. aw hell, alright, let's just—" and then richie RIPS UP HIS QUESTION SHEET like the dramatic motherfucker he is

• "uh. did you just rip up your questions?" eddie asks because this is not his first rodeo, actually, fuck you very much records tozier if that is your real name and he knows that no one can see despite the two cameras being pointed at them. the video feed isn’t live, just something to use for press later.

• "i did. screw those stupid questions i asked you. i’m gonna ask you the things i want to know. what makes you excited about this project? what was your method of getting into character considering how intense the story was?" richie asks, propping his elbow up on the desk and cupping his chin in his hand.

• "oh.” eddie blinks in shock, like, oh this guy does have a soul? and he’s actually interested and isn’t just a weird, awkard guy? whoops. okay. eddie can admit when he’s wrong, at least to himself, so he changes gears. “well my uncle who i was close to as a kid was a victim of aids, and so the opportunity to play a character so similar to his story was a privilege as much as it was cathartic..."

• and then it kind of goes off without a hitch from there. they’re really flowing and eddie is getting asked genuinely interesting questions by richie now, things no other interviewer has asked. he’s totally respectful of the topic while still being his dumb, flirtatious self. eddie is charmed. smitten, really. it’s really obnoxious.

• by the end they're both giggling sweetly and richie is doing some light flirting, not the intensely over the top kind he's been known to with his guests.

• towards the end richie goes "well that was our guest, the delicious, delectable eddie kaspbrak. make sure you go see his movie ‘collison’ in theatres this friday, because i promise you're gonna want this pretty face to bring you to tears on the big screen instead of just hear him do it on radio."

• eddie is blushing like mad and leans into the mic and meekly goes "and because i'm talented." "oh of course. AND because he's talented. what song would you like to play us out with, eds?" "what? my name is eddie. did you forget already? not very professional of you.” zoom in on richie’s grin. “i didn’t forget.” “jesus. can i pick anything?" "within reason, you minx! this IS a top 40 station after all." "well it WAS top 40," eddie giggles. he calls over bill who controls the switchboard and whispers something to him and bill chuckles and nods.

• "what are you two up t—" "well folks, that's our show!" eddie announces brightly. richie scoffs, scandalized, but eddie continues. "i hope you enjoy the dulcet sounds of ‘rocks off’ by the rolling stones." "ohhhh you absolute—" "annnnnd we're clear," bill says from across the room, cutting the mics.

• eddie is a stones guy. fuck, richie seriously hit the jackpot here.

• richie takes off his headphones but eddie doesn't, still dancing to the song coming through. richie smiles over at him and waves mike (the lighting guy) over and asks him to have bill put the music through the overhead speakers. bill does and richie comes up beside eddie, bowing dramatically with his hand out. "may i have this dance?" he asks in some ridiculous british accent, and eddie giggles, rolling his eyes and shrugging. "why not?"

• richie spins him around the room, a bit more practiced than eddie would've assumed with a man who has the gangly limbs of a newborn deer. he calls out to bill to play through his emergency playlist and bill shakes his head with a fond smile and gives him a thumbs up.

• "hey..." richie starts nervously, fiddling with the hem of eddie’s shirt, and, like when was the last time he was this nervous? jesus this kid has gotten under his skin, which is exactly why he says, "whaddya say i take you out to dinner?"

• "are you... are you even allowed to court your guests?" "court?” richie grins with an incredulous raise of his eyebrows. “i like that word. well i'm allowed to court whoever i damn well please. it's a free country," richie shoots back with a sassy cock to his hips and a huge grin.

• "i'm... i'm gonna be really busy with press in the next few weeks," eddie responds breathlessly. "oh. sure. no problem," richie bobs his head very dramatically and for an unnecessarily long time, untangling their limbs. "but!" eddie says, reaching for him again. richie lets himself be tugged into eddie’s space easily. "i'll gladly take you out when the junket is over." "you take me out? i thought i was the one who asked you!" "i thought it was a free country," eddie grins. richie sighs softly, pretending to sound put-out but he can't even manage it with the force of his smile. "alright, mr. kaspbrak."

• "you live in la, right?" eddie asks. "i live wherever you want me to," richie says, trying to pull some sort of seductive Voice, eyebrows jumping. eddie gives him a funny look. "uh. yeah, i do. sorry, i just—you make me a little nervous." "wow. the famous records tozier all tongue tied just from a lowly up-and-comer. why would your viewers think?" eddie asks softly, smiling up at him. "i think they're probably jealous they don't get to court you." "i regret using that word," eddie groans. richie laughs, "you should. it's my new favorite."

• "eddie," bev cuts in quietly with a grin, "you've got another interview at—" "shit!" eddie immediately detaches himself from richie, picking up his things, and richie feels like he just got dunked into cold water. "i'll call you!" eddie yells out to richie before pushing his way through the cameras and lights with bev in tow. she grins and wiggles her fingers at richie. "oh shit," richie sighs, smiling dreamily.

• "oh shit is right," stan says from behind the camera, which still has the green light on, the bastard, "you didn't ever give him your number in the first place." "motherfucker!" "and i caught all of that on camera," stan smirks. "oh i WILL kill you," richie says, turning to the camera and futzing with it. "gimmie that tape!" "nah, you've gotten enough spank bank material for the day," stan says, flipping off the camera. "plus, ben got a whole host of good shit on camera two."

• richie gasps. "BEN-YA-MEEN, YOU WOULDNT" ben just shrugs, flipping his camera off too. "i work for no man, only the love that drives us." "fuck off."

• it’s a week later, the movie has premiered and eddie is the talk of the town. the second the video of the already-infamous interview goes live on twitter (cut with generous amounts of flirting thanks to mike, the absolute ASSHOLE), both their mentions blow the fuck up.

• eddie’s twitter is LITERALLY STILL PRIVATE despite the fact that bev keeps insisting he undo because he can’t get verified that way. eddie could care less about being verified; he just wants his privacy. he thought being private would make it so that no one could @ reply him but he soon finds out that he was very, very wrong when a bunch of ppl on twitter start asking him how his date with richie went. he turns off his notifications after this shit storm

• eddie had followed richie back the day of the interview, and he didn’t know the option to keep replies from ppl you follow had stayed on, so he gets a notif right before one of his last interviews on the junket

• @richierecords: @eddie_kaspbrak you in town? i know a great sushi place

• eddie grins, trying to futz with his phone and figure out how to reply

• @eddie_kaspbrak: @richierecords I’m around, but I thought I was taking YOU out to eat? and how do you know I even like sushi?

• he’s deeply glad he’s private so no one but his friends can see this response because when richie sends back “@richierecords: @eddie_kaspbrak everyone with taste likes sushi, and that gucci suit at the premiere showcased yours very nicely. and i think i’m gonna be the one doing the eating out if all goes according to plan 🍑👅💦” while eddie’s in his last interview. there are like 7,000 likes by the time he checks it

• his eyes widen and his cheeks flush and he immediately presses his phone into his chest so bev who’s beside him in the limo going back to the hotel doesn’t see. he may not understand what the peach emoji was for, but the tongue and the spit was certainly image enough

• bev snorts as she types out a text. “no need to be shy, kaspbrak. your suitor certainly isn’t.” eddie sputters indignantly but bev just laughs without looking up from her phone, “i already contacted his manager. luang’s on center street at 8 pm. it’s like a half-price place and the paps are told to stay the fuck away or they’re getting sued, but seriously? half price? that’s tactless. your boy has no manners. i’m not dealing with you getting food poisoning so be fucking careful.”

• “he’s not my boy! he’s not my anything!” eddie shrieks. bev winces, “stop being shrill at me, i did not do this. you and your libido did.” “i’m barely even attracted to him,” eddie huffs, tapping out a reply to richie of “You stupid motherfucker.”

• “oh, sure, alright,” bev snorts. “we do share a wall in these hotels you know, and they’re unfortunately not very thick. i’m sure it’s very lonely out there for your right hand and your imagination.” “i will fuck you up, marsh, don’t test me,” but then he grins slyly. “and i need both hands for what i get up to, actually.” “oh!” beverly laughs, delighted, finally putting her phone down. “i’d give you a high five, but i don’t need your cum on me. that ain’t in my job description, puddin’.” “FUCK OFF I HAVEN’T MASTURBATED SINCE LAST NIGHT AND I HAVE WASHED MY HANDS SIX TIMES SINCE THEN.”

• their driver chokes on his spit from the front seat and eddie groans into his hands as beverly puts the divider up and laughs

#reddie #it 2017 #fic #should i be working on real shit? maybe #enjoy my procrastination tactic #masterpost #19 #greatest hits

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hey guys, here is the first half of a ww2 spideychelle hc/fic au. this is not the happiest headcanon/fic thing. so be warned that this will deal with war and race issues.

ain’t no business like show business. not really.

see, peter got shaken up real good that first trip he took to the apollo theater down in harlem. the big band really got into it. that swing. that rhythm. that jive.

and he knew, at fifteen, that he had to be apart of it. be apart of that only business. show business.

so he took extra shifts down at the cinema, every shift he could get, to pay for a trumpet of his very own. he wanted to blow like the boys down at the apollo or the club on 7th street.

peter spent every saturday night down at the Stark Club in Queens. it was cool, hip and had some of the best music north of Brooklyn. the Stark Club was where those hollywood types hung out in New York. dancing, drinking. it was the life of the party.

or so peter assumed. see, he’d never actually been inside. he would hang by the artists entrance hoping to get even a glance of some of his favorite big band players. and he’d loiter in that alley all night to listen to their music, the best music, ringing out the music.

it took just over a year for someone to catch on to what peter was doing on those saturday nights. a trumpet case in hand. and it was Tony Stark, the owner of the Stark Club, that caught on.

“you’re here a lot kid, ain’t ya?” Stark asked. Peter nodded, clutching his case to his chest, “yes sir. much as I can manage, that is.” “what for?” “why, to listen to the music, sir.” “music sounds better inside.” “i ain’t smooth enough to get into a place like that, sir.” “says who?” “says everybody.” “well, i say you can come in. and I own this club. so get out of the cold...?” “peter. peter parker, sir.” “yea, yea. get inside, mr. parker.”

he’s sixteen years and some change old when THE Mr. Stark of Stark Club gives him a job as a bus boy at his club. and every night he gets to work and jive to the best music around.

he still practices his trumpet at home. carves out a few hours every day after school before work to get in some practice. and the sound that comes out starts to sound less like tinny screaming and more like notes.

he’s eighteen, having put in two years at the club, when he feels he’s good enough to play in front of a crowd. and so, with all of his hope in his throat, peter dares to ask Mr. Stark to let him play.

his employer stops in his tracks and eyes up the kid, “you play? what?” “the trumpet, sir.” “been playing on three years now.” “and you think three years is good enough? to play on my stage?” “only one way to find out, sir.” he knows Mr. Stark is fond of him. he stands anxiously while Mr. Stark appraises him. Tony shrugs, “fine. but just ONE night, Parker.” and peter is so excited he’s shaking Tony’s hand a hundred times over, “yes, sir, Mr. Stark, sir. I ain’t gonna let you down.” Tony pries his hand from peter’s grip, “we’ll see, won’t we?”

he takes the day off from school on that Thursday rehearsal at the club. the club looks different in the daylight. all of the boys in the band are chilling out on stage, warming up, when peter walks in. the twittering stops and they all STARE at him. he knows he’s the new guy. that he’s gotta earn his keep and all, but he’s here to play. be a part of the action, man.

he lamely waves to the gentlemen on the stage and a fella named Sam, a trumpet player, steps in front of Peter. a second trumpet player named Bucky joins him. sam says, “you must be the runt, mista stark was gabbing on about, ain’t ya?” peter nods. bucky eyes his trumpet case, “you’re playing fourth chair, kid. our usual fourth chair, Bruce, got himself into a bit of trouble lately. he ain’t gonna be back for a few weeks. so you prove you can play.....and you’re down to play with us ‘til he gets back.”

and peter’s heart SOARS. because a one night gig could turn into more.

he gets seated next to the piano and the kid tickling the keys looks about peter’s age. he smiles at peter and offers his hand, “I’m Ned, pleasure to meet cha, Mr. Parker.” “peter, please,” he shakes Ned’s hand. “peter, then. don’t let them boys make you feel nervous. everybody’s had their first gig. everybody’s been the new guy.” “i ain’t nervous,” peter lies, “mostly excited.” and that part is true. Ned grins and plays a jazzy tune on the piano, “well, Mista Parker, let that trumpet wail.”

and he does. he’s not as good as the other guys, its true. but he can keep up. and that feels good enough for now. sam sniffs at him at the end of rehearsal but he tells him he can play on the gig. and he’s on cloud nine.

or so he thinks. until the night of the gig. they’re playing two hours of jazz music and he knows he’s gonna be exhausted after, but the energy of the room pushes him through.

and when they start to play its magic. Same yells “A ONE, TWO, A ONE TWO THREE FOUR”.... and they’re off. they’re sliding and scooping and swinging. and everybody is dancing in the hall. fellas and their ladies move and groove. and a couple of sailors and soldiers take the stage, going crazy where they can. kicks and jumps and twirls.

about half way through the performance is when he notices her. the beautiful doll standing in the back, lingering by the bar, with a cigarette hanging from her lips. her curly hair hangs free...kissing her shoulders. and she’s got red lipstick staining her lips.

and he starts playing to her and he knows she can tell. because she cracks her lips up in a smile at him and blows smoke in his direction like it’d reach him if she blew hard enough.

when they blow out the hall, finish their playing, he packs up his case as quick as he can. clapping Ned on the shoulder in thanks and heads to the bar to talk to the girl with the cigarette. she’s still there and he bounces in his oxfords. tries not to....but its damn hard.

“hey there, miss,” he swallows, “let me buy ya a drink?” she raises her perfectly styled eyebrow at him. “i got my own, thanks.” “let me get your next drink?” he offers. and she laughs like he’s cute or funny or pathetic. he hopes it one of the other two. “didn’t your Mama ever teach you no means no?” he smiles, “my Aunt did.” she blows smoke out, “then, what? you a bad learner, or something?” he blushes, “if I’m bothering you really....I’ll leave you to it, miss. i ain’t trying to ruin your night.” she puts out her cigarette, “you’re not. but surely, trumpet boy, you got better things to do during a gig than focus on a girl at the bar.” “i disagree.”

and he’s pretty sure she smiles. it isn’t one of them big, new york lights kind of smiles that the whole room notices. it’s more private. it feels like just for him. and damn, he could look at her all day.

he offers his hand, “i’m peter parker, miss.” she peers at him over her cigarette and slowly takes his hand, “michelle. jones. but everybody ‘round here calls me MJ.” and his eyes go big. because he’s spent years outside this club listening to the acts in the alley. and he’s spent the last two years working in here watching the performers come and go. and he knows MJ. she just looks different with a red lip and a cigarette in her hand and her hair wild and curly instead of pinned up in one of them smart ‘dos. “you’re a singer,” he blinks. she curls her lip around her cigarette and blows out another puff of smoke before answering, “i do it on occasion, yea.” “gee,” he pockets his hands to keep them still, “i love your stuff. really. you’re just....wow.” and then he asks the stupidest question, “how old are you anyway?”

her eyebrows SHOOT up into her hair, “excuse me?” “not to be rude,” he fumbles, “i’ve just heard you singing here for a few years. and you don’t look a day over seventeen, is all I meant, miss. miss MJ, i mean.” she puts out her cigarette, “i am a day over seventeen. i’m eighteen. been singing here since i was fourteen. tony found me at one of those talent competitions down at the apollo.” and peter feels a moment of full circle. “me too,” he replies, and then amends, “i mean, not that he found me at the apollo. that i’m eighteen.” she’s smiling again. and he figures he must be doing something right. so he takes the plunge, “can i ask for a dance, you think?” “there’s no music playing.” “don’t care.”

she pushes herself off of the bar she’s been lounging on and peter realizes immediately that she’s taller than him. by a bit. but he doesn’t mind so much. because how many people get to look up at such beauty? he’s the luckiest sonofabitch. ever. ned’s packing up on stage when peter catches his eye. and his friend smiles. as peter leads MJ on to the dance floor, Ned sits back at the piano. he begins to play something slow and smooth. the music tempts other couples join them on the dance floor. they sway. they’re halfway through the song when peter mumbles, “go out with me.” “you know,” MJ whispers in his ear, “this is all fine and dandy in a jazz club, mista parker, but even in new york….nobody is gonna be very pleased about you being seen with me.” peter tightens his hand at her back, bringing her closer, “i don’t pay attention much to what people say about me, anyway.” she pulls away slightly, “i do.” “then..i’ll just have to see you here,” he tugs her close again. she breathlessly laughs in his ear, “you one of them progressive types?” he shrugs, smile dazzling, “it’s 1941, miss, the world’s changing.”

a stand-up bass joins the piano and then the drums are light and lazy and swaying turns to feeling the rhythm. its in his finger tips just like playing the trumpet. MJ drops her head back like she can hear the music better if she’s looking up at the sky. and he leads from his hips. dancing a little more rudely than he would outside the walls of this club. but something about Stark makes the mess of the outside world easier to handle.

at the end of the night, nine dances later, MJ tips her head back so they’re looking at each other and peter’s eyes flicker down to her lips. those lips curve in a smile and she presses her hand to his chest, “that’s enough for tonight, mista parker. i best be getting home now.” “let me walk ya,” he insists. she shakes her head, “can’t. you know how it is.” he hates that he knows what she means. the world isn’t a forgiving, kind place. “tomorrow?” he asks, and he doesn’t care that he sounds desperate because he is.

she shrugs over her shoulder at him as she walks to the front door, “we’ll see.”

and that’s how he meets Michelle Jones. he comes back the following night. and she’s not there. and so he plays with the boys a little sadder than before.

it takes three weeks for him to see her again, except this time its not at night. it’s in broad daylight. he’s at a rehearsal for a set that night and she shows up in smart blouse and an a-line skirt. he grins. and she rolls her eyes. “hello boys.” Sam jumps off the stage and gives MJ a kiss on the cheek, “heya cousin.” she throws her arms around Sam and hugs him tight, “heard you need a singer.” “is that the word on the street?” “it is.”

and peter hopes they do. because he could do a night of watching her sing up close and his trumpet supporting her vocals. actually, he’d take any excuse to just be closer to her. Sam nudges MJ and gestures to the stage, “well come on then. we don’t have all day.”

they get some lead sheets for the music she knows and when she starts to sing peter is pretty sure whatever attraction he has to her doubles tenfold. music is such a huge part of who he is, you know? its a need. like if he doesn’t play he’ll die. and when she sings he knows she understands that need. and damn it all to high heaven, its attractive, ain’t it. yea it is.

when they finish she grins over her shoulder right at him. and peter scoots to the edge of his seat cause hello miss Jones. Sam’s eyes flicker between the two of them and he groans, “oh no, sir. not my baby cousin.” MJ turns to Sam and indulgently kisses his cheek, “i’ll see you tonight, Sammy.” “we gonna talk about this Emmy.” “no we’re not.” “yes we are.” she skipping to the door, “i said i’ll see you tonight.” “Michelle!” “give your Mama my love.” and she’s gone.

and peter’s pretty sure he’s still smiling like a moron. Sam whirls on him, “whatchu think you’re doing boy?” his blood cools, “nothing, sir.” “i don’t know what stupid world you live in parker, but you’re a white man. don’t go bringing trouble to my cousin’s door. you hear me?” “Sam....come on...why does that matter? white. black.” Sam’s eyebrows get more serious than he’s ever seen him, “you’re white. you don’t understand consequences because they’re never gonna fall on you. but i won’t have them falling on my cousin. you hear me?”

he nods. and while he doesn’t understand, peter likes MJ. he doesn’t want to do anything that could cause problems for her. he likes her too much. so he does try to stay away. really. for her sake.

but its hard when he sees her every night at the club crooning on that microphone. it’s hard when he sees her all dolled up and looking pretty for the crowd. and harder when he sees her in her every day clothes at rehearsal looking just as cute. and its hard when she flirts with him in front of Sam to get a rise out of her cousin. and its harder when he flirts back. it’s all hard. because MJ isn’t just a dime. she’s smart and funny and great and she gets music.

in late-October is when they start to give in a little. dancing like they did that first night well into the early hours of the morning whenever Sam isn’t around. they aren’t the only interracial couple dancing here. there are no rules at Tony’s....the world outside is the messed up one.

the whole world, actually. peter isn’t stupid. he’s heard about the Germans. he knows Europe is at war and they’re tearing each other apart. but he’s got his own life, his own things going on, and he’s too busy worrying about how to make life with MJ work to worry about things happening half a world away.

for now.

his birthday is in late-November. and they play an awesome set for his birthday. and MJ wear that red dress that she knows peter can’t keep his eyes off of. he likes to think that she did it for him. as a sort of birthday present. and he’s grateful.

turns out, that isn’t his present.

after the set, MJ tugs peter into her dressing room. and he gulps, “miss jones.” she rolls her eyes and turns around, “these clips are digging into my head. help me take ‘em out?” “what?” his voice cracks. and she looks over her shoulder at him, her red lips inviting, “help me take out my clips, peter.”

with shaky hands, he tries. he really does. but her hair is so soft and curly and he’s never touched a woman’s hair before. he’d kissed a few of them at school. but it had been a polite exchange. nothing as erotic as taking out her hair pins. it takes longer than it should, but he gets all of them out, and her hair tumbles down.

he knows he shouldn’t, but his hands slide down from her hair to her neck and then down her spine. his voice is rough, “this is a lovely dress, MJ.” her voice sounds wrecked, “oh shut up.” and she spins around and she’s kissing him.

however girls kissed him before MJ was not kissing. now he’s certain. just pressing lips. kissing MJ is like searching for answers, all consuming passion. and he’s already touched her hair so he brushes his fingers into it.

they stumble backward against her vanity and he’s pinned her between the little table and his chest. they’re kissing and his thigh slips between her two legs to get closer to her.

the door bangs open. “Emmy, that last number- what in the hell?” they pull apart, MJ trying to get her dress somewhat in order. peter doesn’t even try to right his floppy hair. it always looks some variation of messed up.

Sam is shooting them daggers and peter’s eyes widen. he braces for impact as Sam steps at him, but MJ throws herself in between. “Sammy,” she puts her arms out, “leave it.” “leave it???” Sam roars, “are you outta your mind, Emmy? he’s white!” peter squeaks, “i don’t care. i love her, Sam.” and he sees MJ’s back straighten. he’s never said that to her before. never had the time, really. but he knows its true. knows he’s been a goner since that first moment he saw her sing.

Sam points at peter over MJ’s shoulder and snarls, “no. no you don’t.” “i do,” peter nods, “i love her. and i’m sorry if you don’t like it-” “like it??” Sam interrupts, his voice wild, “you think this is about whether or not i like it? you stupid kid.” “Sammy-” MJ whispers.

Sam snaps his gaze to MJ, “no. you don’t get to Sammy me. he’s white, Emmy. he’s white and so the rules are different for him. he can fool around with a black girl, fine, they been doing that for hundreds of years. but you? they’ll kill you. they’ll string you up and make you dance for it.”

and that image flashes in the back of peter’s mind. he sees the world not as he’d like it but how it is. and he clenches his fists in anger. he won’t let anybody hurt her. “i won’t let them,” he says out loud.

Sam brushes MJ out of the way and she looks so defeated she doesn’t fight him. he steps so he’s looming over peter and his eyes are angry, “you’re a dangerous kid, you know that? pretending the world outside is shiny and new and different. adopting our music and acting like its yours.” “i love big band.” “but it ain’t your music, boy. you play the trumpet fine. but you and Bucky don’t really belong up on that stage. but you’ll steal it. you always do. and you’ll pretend it was your idea all along.” “Sam....come on, you know me. i wouldn’t.” “I TOLD YOU,” he yells, “I told you to stop sniffing around my cousin. it stops today.”

Mr. Stark cracks open the dressing room door and the whole room freezes. he looks between the three of them and MJ’s smeared lipstick on Peter’s mouth. it takes him less than three seconds to figure out what’s going on here. “Michelle, darling,” Tony drawls, “why don’t you get going...i gotta sort out my band here.” she takes one last look at peter over her shoulder and scurries out. he takes an enchanted step forward like he could follow her. Mr. Stark steps in front of him, “wipe your mouth, kid. you look a mess.”

Sam seethes beside him, he can feel the anger radiating off of him. Tony claps Sam on the back, reassuringly, “i’ll handle the kid. you go make sure your cousin gets home safe.” “alright, Tony,” Sam responds, stilted.

and then, its just him and his boss alone. Tony hands Peter a towel and he wipes the red lipstick off of his mouth. “good?” Peter asks. Tony nods. they sit in silence for a while until Tony stretches out and sighs, “Michelle is pretty. I ain’t gonna fight you on that.” “Tony-” “An adult is talking! .....look, Michelle is pretty. she’s smart and funny and she’s as talented as talent gets. she could have a real career one day. maybe sing in one of those flicks in Hollywood. but she isn’t gonna get to do any of that if you get her killed.” “we live in New York City.” “you think there aren’t racists here? you think that just because you don’t care that she’s black other people won’t? this world isn’t a nice world, peter. but that is a nice girl and i’ll be damned if you get her in any kind of trouble.”

peter shrinks into his seat. Tony stands, buttons his jacket and exits through the door he came with one final thought, “clean yourself up. you look a mess.”

and he stays a mess. he stays a mess for the next two weeks. Tony gives him some time off at the club. like getting distance might help limit his feelings. like he might get over her. all it does is make the longing stronger. all it does is make him miss her voice.

and so on December 1 he goes back to that alleyway where he used to listen to the music at 15, aching for a listen to her voice. and she doesn’t disappoint. he can’t hear her as well as he would have if he was in the club. or as well as he would have if he were playing trumpet right beside her. but its still her and he’ll take what he can get.

he does this every night. every night until:

December 7, 1941.

the day starts ordinary. he misses MJ but he’s got errands to run and he doesn’t miss her so bad in the day time. its at night when he’s used to seeing her that the longing gets incapacitating. he figures he’ll probably go to the alleyway to listen again tonight.

and then, at lunch, the world falls apart. they’re calling it an attack on pearl harbor. they’re saying that something over 1,000 americans died. they’re saying that it was the Japanese. they’re saying the European War is now on their doorstep.

he wasn’t born until after the Great War. but he knows the stories. he knows that the world all fought each other and men never came home to their families. he knows that his Dad and Uncle Ben used to get that look in their eyes whenever someone mentioned the front. he knows what Global War does to men. he knows.

and he knows that this attack on pearl harbor ain’t gonna stand.

he doesn’t go to the club that night. he waits. he waits for what he knows is gonna be the end of the world. he’s 18. no way he’s avoiding the fight.

Aunt May cries all night as they sit next to the radio. she cries and clings to him and tells him he’s not allowed to go.

but when the call to war happens, he already knows he’s shipping out. because he’s gotta protect his family. he’s gotta go fight so that other attacks won’t reach their shores. he’s gotta go.

and so when FDR gives that speech, one he’s sure is gonna go down in infamy, and congress declares war on Japan it feels like suiting up.

he doesn’t wait for his draft letter, he goes down an enlists immediately. if he’s gonna be in this fight, he’s gonna be in it.

everything is so frantic and so crazy, every boy he knew growing up is throwing themselves in the way of the war, that he doesn’t forget about MJ but he is distracted enough that he doesn’t obsess over missing her.

until the night before his boat is full of boys is expected to ship out to the UK. there, they’ll meet up with some other soldiers, train and head to france. where the bulk of the fighting rages.

he’s packed his bag and aunt May has cried herself to sleep when he hears knocking at his window. he wanders over to the glass and sees MJ through it. he throws it open. “what’re you doing here?” she covers his mouth with her hand and climbs inside. he wants to talk to her again but she spots his duffel and glares at him, “you’re going?” he tenses his jaw, “yea. course i’m going. they’re gonna enlist me anyway, MJ. i’m 18.” “that could have been weeks, months, even a year from now.” “they blew up pearl harbor.” “you’ve never even been to Hawaii. why do you care??” “BECAUSE IT MATTERS. because next time it could be New York. because i’ll be damned if i coulda done something and didn’t cause I was scared.” “you noble idiot.”

“tell me this,” Peter steps toward her, “would you tell other boys not to go?” she narrows her eyes, “don’t. don’t act like i’m dumb. i know what germans are doing. you know i hate the nazis. you know i’ve wanted us to fight in the war forever.” “so why not me?” her bottom lip goes and she looks like she could cry, but MJ is strong. she won’t. “because I love you. let other people can die for world peace...but not you.”

he rests his forehead against hers and even though they’ve only kissed once it feels like he’s been close to her forever, “i gotta go. baby, you gotta let me.” she shakes her head and he cups her cheeks, pleading, “baby, you gotta let me go. its what’s right.” “i hate you. if you go i’ll hate you.”

he smiles sadly, “i’m going because i love you.”

she grabs the front of his shirt and smashes his lips into hers. its better than the last time because she’s in his space and in his imagination, he can pretend that she’s a permanent fixture in his room. that this is their room. and they’re happy. and the world doesn’t care about dumb racist bullshit.

she must pretend, too, because she keeps kissing him.

that’s all they do that night. that and a bit of necking. but no matter how much he wants to do more, MJ is still a lady and he won’t disrespect her.

its the wee hours of the morning when she leaves and as she goes she presses a picture into his hand. its of her in that red dress he favors. his face lights up, “you giving me a picture of you to ship out with?” she rolls her eyes, “oh shut up.” “admit it, you’re my girl.” she flicks his nose, “i’m nobody’s girl. but i’ll admit i like you fine.” he kisses her briefly, “i’ll take it.”

they don’t say goodbye. he imagines MJ wants to act like she could see him tomorrow. like it won’t be months or maybe years until she sees him again. she wants to pretend the world is better. he does, too.

once she’s gone, though, he breaks down. because fuck. he could die. he might. and he’s only 18. 18 year olds aren’t supposed to die. but the world is at war. and duty calls.

#headcanon ask #ww2 au #spideychelle

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norman-reedus-gossip-mod · 7 years

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--mod-- you know the deal

Anon: anon people don' like her cos she cheated on 1st husband and cheated on JJ twice. She sneaked around with NR all year. She set him up last week. She told stories to the papers (this was proven actually if you look). She is rude to people and even stalked his ex girlfriends social media and liked posts to make him to be a liar. She lies herself and sets up pap shots for herself all the time. She is a fake and the reason she doesn't get much work is cos people dontlike working with her.

Anon: There is indeed a girl on twitter who says NR was with his girlfriend. Someone asked if he was alone and she answered "con su novia" (with his girlfriend).

Anon: Just my theory , norman's peeps wouldnt lie and def not sayingg " just friends" if norm knew he would dating her 2 weeks after they denied it , i think she is in love with norman and tries to get his attention as much as she can (and yes incl media) , norm know for sure she likes him so he might invited her AS A FRIEND to hangout in Spain or Barcelona (wherever they are)OR talk about stuff and thaangzzz , which i hope so he can make her mouth shut to call the media or her worthless attention. 😊

Anon: Mod what do you make of the pics with fans? Why would he take pics with fans if DK were right there? Maybe it's not even her. Maybe it was someone from the gallery. --mod-- I just assumed he was alone.

Anon: So you still think norman and diane are not dating? --mod-- Basically

Anon: sorry for English. I am so sad . Is he lie? How to trust anything from him? --mod-- Nothing's confirmed. Just suspicion and speculation

Anon: And i was about to say " i finally live happy in my Normie fantasy , hopefully that one person wont ruined it" , apparently i would say it too soon 😂 --mod-- So you're the jinx ehh anon

Anon: norman as a fuck buddy that is willing to travel to the other side of the ocean for sloppy seconds?! lol of course he denied...he doesnt have anything serious with her...what is he going to say now? oh this is my friend that i fuck now and again??like he comes like a major dishonest person regardless of their status. actually have nothing to do with that is the way he dealt with it. --mod-- Whys it gotta be sloppy tho.

Pinyah: This mean JDM agree with Norman and dk thing? --mod-- I couldn't guess

Anon: I personally didn't see the comment so maybe you can dig it up but someone on IG said the girl who took the picture of Norman and the unknown woman on his bike said it's his curator "Laurie". Again not sure if true because I didn't see her comment by myself. If she said it we could easily put the upcoming shitstorm to rest already. I sure hope it's right.

Anon: Yep Mod, look at normanreedustea. One of the girls who posted her pics with Norman was asked on Twitter if he was alone and she answered "con su novia" which means "with his gf". And why would she say this if it wasn't obvious it's his gf. Deeply disappointed and disgusted of him. No longer going to support him. Official lying is such a shame. Hope his reps and AMC are going to kick his ass for this debacle

Anon: Well ok I was in grammar school when HC(who can I just take a moment to say how cool and beautiful she is, goals people) and N were a thing, but I I highly doubt this is the same thing. Tbh up until Sky came out, I thought January Jones and DK were the same person lol All jokes aside, if this were his gf, or shit someone he bangs on the reg, wouldn't he I dunno see her more than occasionally hanging out? Like if I remember correctly didn't his child bride (CS) used to visit in GA? lmao. Mod?

Anon: To the anon that says DK stalks his exes, is this true? Cause that's a lifetime movie in the making I can totally get behind. Where's PRwife when we need her? She seems to know her shit.

Anon: I don't know who NR and DK think they're fooling at this point 😂 does anyone still believe they're not a couple?! --mod-- Me

Anon:   

Wow, a lot of people think Norman "owes" his fans the truth about his romantic life. He really, really doesn't. If you want to think he's a liar because his rep said he & DK are friends, OK. But maybe think about, if he did lie, are there reasons he might, including possibly the way fans react? Why would he put DK through that if they aren't even sure themselves if they're a couple? There are lots of reasons that he might "lie" that don't have anything to do with disrespecting fans.   Anon:  Hi mod, i just came to say goodbye and thank you for this blog <3 i think i'm done with the dk thing and i need a break from this blogs and stuff. I'm sad not because he's with her, but because he denied the rumors and, even if they are just friend (which i don't believe), he's not taking care of his reputation right now. At least he could stay away from her a pair of weeks of something, to shut the rumors, but he didn't. He deserves to be happy, i know, but i'm just done with him. Love you mod! --mod-- Well come by and say hi sometime I'll be here  

Anon:   I find it funny that Norman's people had that video removed. Shows how much we can trust him and his people. 

--mod-- Who said he had his people remove it. You do realize that it had something on it the was supposed to be a surprise feature in the show right  Anon:  I don't get all the hate. He's a grown man and can be together with whom he wants. I don't like DK, but it's his private business. And he doesn't have to render an account of his private life. And if he says to the public that they aren't together to have at least some kind of privacy, that's totally fine bye me.    

Anon:  

Maybe I was wrong, maybe it's DK that has a magic 🐱, cause it sounds like he's risking his reputation and career on her. I just think he needs to either come clean, or she can pull the stick out of her ass and say something. I still don't think they're in a serious rs, but regardless, it's kind of shady. I mean if I had a bf and he was going to basketball games with other women and walking around acting single, I'd cut his dick off and feed it to him lol    Anon:  I don't want to shit on anybody's parade but have you guys seen the the accounts that has commented on the IG user's that posted those pic? Except maybe one or two EVERYONE shares the same things, saying the same things. It seems to be one person but with different accounts. This takes the credibility down a lot. Someone seems out to just spread gossip and ruin lives       

Anon:  

Mod is it 100% confirmed that it's her? Maybe it's me but I don't think Norman would be taking selfies with Fans on the street while DK was standing beside him...? 

--mod-- Nothing's been confirmed   

Anon:  

look, i always side eyed him for even being friends w her. having followed her career a bit before i even got in to TWD (after the QT movie), she just seems like a nasty piece of work, & I don't know what NR sees in her. that said, if he actually fucks someone on the DL, while getting his rep to officially deny even casually dating, then that would be as scummy a move as any desperate game she has played. possibly worse. i really hope NR is such a fucking lowlife  and thats not to say NR can't fuck people casually, but to me, its one thing to have a fuck buddy or hook up w one nighters, its an entirely different thing to constantly have someone fly around to meet you, spend time together, fuck them on a very regular basis, and then deny that you even casually date. there is nothing wrong w saying "they go out but its not serious". its really gross to hide a woman, shuffle her around, fuck her, then say "we're just friend" while having her meet 2 fuck   

Anon: Do people need their eyes checked those purses are not the same and neither are the boots go take a good look at them I swear as soon as people think it's DK they believe everything I'm giving norman the benefit of the doubt until I see her actual face

 Anon: *Also to be fair, I can put on Twitter right now I saw Norman blowing dudes behind an Arby's, it doesn't make it true. Although he seems to be classier than Arby's, maybe In N Out?

 --mod-- Dying 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣  

Anon:

DK posted a picture of her and Fabienne yesterday, and they were both at his Paris art show, so they're probably both just there supporting him for his Barcelona show  

Anon: Mod I have a theory: I think Norman has INVITED DK to the 2nd art show this time because of all the hate she was getting over the garage pics (even though it's obvious she *did* set them up) I think he's trying to show that he's still FRIENDS with her to the public. And maybe he thinks because he officially denied it that everything would be fine on his side. Unfortunately, it doesn't work that way. So he has to do something to clear the air AGAIN imo because this is only hurting him Anon: Ok, you can so tell that DK & NR are dating! N wants to keep it a low profile cuz he knows his fans tend to get a lil craycray and he feels bad for all the threats towards his gfs. Plus those pics from Spain... that's definitely her purse & shoes. Common. But honestly, N has gotta live his life and be happy; his true fans would support him. I may not like DK, and I doubt their relationship would last that long anyway 😂 ..but whatever. Don't let it bother ya'll too much. ✌🏻 Anon:  

Have to vent about ppl saying it's none of our business-True we have no say in what he does& he doesn't owe us explanation, but when we're spending our money buying into an image he puts forth on a regular basis & repeats in all his interviews only to find out that he isn't any of the things he claims to be, I think there's a right to be upset about who we thought we were supporting. It's not that he COULD be with someone, it's that he would have lied about it after preaching honesty. :(

    normanreedusdaryldixon32 : 

I just want to say over the DK thing.  I’ve been a fan of Norman since the boondock saints and now. I always supported him and I loved how cute, sweet, honest to his fans which he still is to his fans. In my opinion since he done the film ‘Sky’ he has changed. He says that he hates “dishonest people” but his acting like one. I do believe he deserves a woman who loves, respects, cares, supports him now matter what. But DK is not that type a girl as we all know. I hate the fact he lied to his fan or whatever. I also don’t understand 'if’ they are “friends” what kind of friend goes over to Spain to see them It doesn’t make any sense to me. I think Norman should get his head out of his ass and just think for once. Like a said before I do believe he deserve a woman that loves, cares, respects, ect. But DK is disrespectful, rude, mean, treats her fans like shit. I don’t want Norman turning into that person. Maybe he won’t turn into that person. But I just don’t get what does he see in her? DK must be so desperate. But now I’m so disappointed in you Norman. 😔    

Anon:  

mod I saw on ig that norman's make up artist says she was with him today? is that true? because why would he have been riding around with dk, met with the curator and gone to a make up artist all in a day? maybe it's not dk?   

Anon:  

DK's style, behavior, and interests "suddenly changed" since she's been gunning for NR. She's seeking to trap him and she's just about there. She's as manipulative and inauthentic as they come. Hope NR thinks it's worth it, that and all the money he's going to lose to this scheming woman. Now is when he needs a true friend to give it to him straight, but everyone is afraid tip-toeing around the glaring issue.  

normanreedusdaryldixon32 :  

This is not a question: Seeing Norman on that bike with DK makes me so angry. Let me explain why because I've been a fan of Norman since the boondock saints. I loved how cute and honest to his fans. But now since he done 'Sky' he has been very disappointing lately. He says he hates people are dishonest but he acting like one. But do believe he deserves a woman who truly loves him and not just for his work or fame. But Dk is not that kind of girl she's so dishonest ect. It's disappointing Norman    

Anon:  

To the ones grasping at straws saying he didn't lie, you're leaving out the part where the denial said JUST friends. JUST meaning ONLY friends as in no romance. They also denied a romantic trip which the implications of that are a romance. But they denied the trip thereby also denying a romance. Sorry guys. He lied.  

--mod-- Question, does having say a friend with benefits, not saying that's what's going on, considered romantic?

 Anon:  

So mod I respect your opinin the most. What do you make of all of that stuff with the biker girl? Do you think it's DK? And if you do, then what do think of the denial? It's very confusing if he issued a denial only to be caught redhanded with her again two weeks later. I can't figure out what he would be thinking. I also saw some fanselfies he was taking which is odd if she were with him. What do you think? --mod-- I'll be perfectly honest. I really just don't care. It doesn't matter if it's her or it's not. I think the denial still stands, I'm mean I've travel half way around the world to visit a guy friend, and no we weren't playing flesh Tetris. But again I super unbothered and don't really care who's beast he's smothering   Anon:  This guy is just an ass. He is letting DK play people and he doing it as well. People hate cheaters and liars. You have both right here. Surely you don't deny the dishonesty?   

Anon:  Mod, did you find out who it was on the bike? Was it her? --mod-- Nope   

Anon:

 I'm telling you folks, if that video was taken down it was because it was bought by Reedus' folks. What a damn fool he is to risk so much on such a classless woman. Do you believe it was purchased before gossip rags got to it?

   Anon:  

I can't stop crying. It just changes everything about him. He's not the same guy. he was so special and down to earth to me and now he is no better than anyone else in showbiz. He sells fans an image for money and he doesn't care about any of us. not really or he wouldn't have lied. He tried to trick us into thinking he wasn't with her and even released a pr statement saying they were just friends? I am so depressed i can't stop crying  

--mod-- You shouldn't cry anon. Just because he's made a few mistakes and maybe has tried to hide something, doesn't change him completely, we all do shady things in life but that doesn't change us completely. Sure he may have lied and avoided telling the truth but that doesn't negate the time and effort he gives fans. But I do understand why you feel the way you do

 Anon:  

i'm sorry to be rude but this man is ignorant as hell playing this game and clearly he doesn't realize just how this is going to back fire. He's risking it all for a tramp. DK has what she wants, attention. She is sacrificing NR in the process and he's just stupid. Hate he is such a liar and now proven to have no character at all. He made a lot of professionals look like idiots. What an asshole. What's your position Mod? --mod-- I don't have one. I'm not bothered by it.   

Anon:  

Norman is a huge disappointment. Not only is he a LIAR but also a COWARD & a SNEAK. Not to mention a CHEATER!!! I lost all respect for him. He just lost a long time fan.    

Anon:  

Mod I can't even watch TWD anymore bc I hate Norman for LYING to his fans & sneaking around like we wouldn't find out. He thinks we're all stupid & doesn't give a shit about us. He disrespects his fans therefore I cannot continue to be his fan bc I need to admire & look up to someone I spend time following on IG, watching his shows, spending money on his movies, photo ops, merchandise, etc. He doesn't respect his fans so I don't respect HIM anymore. I'm done. Goodbye Mod & the nice ladies here --mod-- Farewell Dear Anon until we meet again  

Anon:  

Hey Mod, I was looking at the pics and I don't think it's the same shoes as DK. If you look at the ones in the NYC pic there don't seem to be a distinct heel. The chick on the bike, her shoes have a heel you can see. Also, that's not the same backpack she has in the NYC pic. DK has a purple backpack on. The purse is the only thing that's fishy imo.    

Anon:  

It doesn't prove anything mod but I just noticed that DK's knapsack in the NYC pics are purple. The girl on the bike has a black knapsack.    Anon:  I kind of hope after this if he isn't giving DK the hot beef injection, he's fucking someone, cause this is crazy. If i were him I'd be putting in everyone --mod-- 🤣🤣🤣🤣

   Anon:  

Is traveling across the ocean to visit him a gf thing to do? Hell yeah. But its also a wealthy person with a freelance/travel heavy career thing to do. Are they dating. I don't know but its obvious they're friends. With all that hate she gets from being connected to him this visit is a surprising choice to make but she's older than me so I guess she gives less of a crap about what bullies think. That's something to look forward to! lol

Anon: NR's reps denied the kiss rumor and the weekend rumor. This is the only official comment. There was no one saying they'd see each other ever again.   rebellacycle:  Hey mod been reading all the posts on here on dk and norm . Do you think she will be at the art show if so that will be interesting.  

 Anon:  

It seemed like there were quite a few fans around NR posting on twitter. If they all saw DK with him I'm surprised literally no one recognized her. Isn't she considered a famous actress and supposedly even more than NR * Anon:  

I want to cry. I believed him. I believed his denial and defended him against everything. How could he just lie like that? I know I don't know him but I never thought he of all people would do something like that to his fans. If he's really with her, I can't be his fan anymore. I don't want to watch Ride or TWD now   

Anon:  

I've always wanted Caryl to happen. I don't nos because I don't won't the beautiful MMB to have those disgusting, lying Norman lips on hers.    

Anon:

 Oh look in that video there are two blonde ladies in black jackets. How's that for a fucking coincidence lol    

Anon:  

i hope this whole thing don't affect TWD, which ratings are already low :(   

Anon:  

Mod are we sure it's not the curator with her hair up? She has a black leather looking coat on from the vid. I know the purse and the shoes are a little bit suspicious but the hair may be just tied back and you can't see it in the pic.   

Anon:  

Uh, the NYC garage pics didn't "just happen". Diane paid Daily Mail and TMZ and tipped them off, seemingly without NR's knowledge. The accompanying articles were filed with misinformation yet somehow they know about his place upstate? So its pretty clear she wants to go public with whatever they do or don't have. IF he's sneaking around with her, he's doing it for himself because he doesn't want to even publicly acknowledge it. She clearly wants him to. That makes me kinda sad for her.   

Anon:  

Hello Mod, thank you for all you do. I always see eye to eye with you and appreciate your level head. I have never commented, but I want to say that no matter what NR & DK "relationship " is, was, whatever, or if she's in Spain or not,when his opening roles around everyone please be prepared, don't be naive, she WILL be there, taking pics, with fb and her "posse". This is about publicity for herself. I am not passing judgment, just stating what I think will occur and why. Take Care Mod.  

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