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mulletmitsuya · 10 months

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Toman Groupchat

Warnings: swearing, suggestive language, might be offensive idk (lmk if it is so i should take it down if necessary) , mentions of birth, mentions of alcohol and weed, gayness

Desc: it's Mitsuya's day of birth

Chifuyu: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MITSUYA-KUN ⚠️❗💜😋😁

Baji: what's up with the emoji's

Mitsuya: thanks Chifuyu

Baji: happy getting out of the pussy day

Mitsuya: 😐

Kazutora: didn't he get circumcised?

Mitsuya: man what

Baji: ...

Baji: fuck that gotta do with what i just said

Baji: you just say shit

Kazutora: i'm talking about his birth method

Kazutora: keep up, Keisuke 😐

Chifuyu: you're so fucking stupid

Kazutora: HOW AM I STUPID

Kazutora: Mitsuya's mom was circumcised

Kazutora: it wasn't a vaginal birth

Kazutora: he was essentially removed, rather than birthed

Baji: "he was essentially removed, rather than birthed🤓👆"

Mikey: bro how do you even know that?

Chifuyu: R U TALKING ABOUT A C-SECTION????

Kazutora: IS THAT WHAT I FUCKING SAID?? NO

Kazutora: i hate talking to stupid mf's 🙄

Baji: i don't understand why people say i'm the stupidest

Draken: *most stupid

Draken: you honestly proved everyone's point

Baji: fuck off

Mitsuya: ok you guys can shut up now

Draken: happy birthday Takashi

Draken: my sworn brother

Draken: my other half

Draken: my twin dragon

Draken: love ya man

Mitsuya: thank you Draken🙂

Baji: did u have socks on

Draken: ...?

Baji: you can't say "i love ya" and "my other half" without any socks on

Baji: it implies a sense homosexuality

Baji: but if you have socks on then it's fine

Draken: i'm sick of you

Baji: bro doesn't have any socks on 💀

Mitsuya: you guys can shut up now x2

Mitsuya: also

Mitsuya: you don't all have to say happy birthday just say it when we meet up cause i feel awkward saying thank you to every single one of you

Mikey: hope you enjoyed my birthday present 💪😎

Mitsuya: yeah...

Mitsuya: the half eaten taiyaki

Mitsuya: appreciate it

Mikey: anything for the homies ❤

Mitsuya: 😒

Draken: where's Hakkai

Draken: surprised he hasn't said anything about your birthday

Mitsuya: he's planning a surprise birthday party

Baji: surprise🤨?

Mitsuya: he told me not to not text him cause he's busy with my surprise birthday party

Mitsuya: i don't think he realized that he told me

Mitsuya: i don't wanna bum him out so i'll still act surprised

Mitsuya: i appreciate it either way

Chifuyu: Takemitchy, Angry and I have been helping him plan this for weeks, and he just fucking told you😐

Mitsuya: i guess lol

Mitsuya: also said he has a surprise for me

Baji: he's gonna tongue you down, i just know it

Mitsuya: stfu

Mikey: are y'all together or not

Mitsuya: don't know what you're taking about

Draken: bro's taking his time

Mikey: Mitsuya you're 21 now

Mikey: it's been 8 years???😭

Smiley: i may not have a birthday present but i'll bring queer and weed

Smiley: since y'all follow the law or whatnot and you're legal now

Smiley: hypocrites

Draken: what's wrong with following the law?

Smiley: you think beating people half to death was fucking legal, Draken?

Draken: well... no

Draken: doesn't mean we should abuse substances, underage

Smiley: ❤H Y P O C R I T E❤

Smiley: and a lot of the people we know smoke so idk why you're all the way in my ass rn

Draken: yeah but cigarettes aren't drugs

Smiley: weed >>>>> cigarettes

Draken: the ability to breath when i'm in my thirties >>>>

Smiley: fair

Baji: wdym you'll bring a queer and weed🤨

Smiley: why would i bring a queer when Mitsuya is literally right there

Smiley: i meant beer

Smiley: pride month changing my damn autocorrect😒

Kazutora: stop saying slurs

Smiley: bro the gays reclaimed that shit

Smiley: it's a blanket term for the ABCDEFG community or whatever the fuck

Draken: i feel like you're being homophobic

Smiley: nuh uh

Smiley: dude look

Smiley: 👬 👭

Smiley: see?😁

Smiley: am i still homophobic?

Baji: he got us there

Draken: wha-

Draken: what the fuck is that supposed to prove?

*Hakkai has gone online*

Hakkai: HI TAKA-CHAN

Hakkai: could you please come over to my place for no particular reason?🤔

Hakkai: hmmmm, it kinda feels like i'm forgetting something

Hakkai: maybe like, a public holiday?

Hakkai: who knows?🤷‍♂️

Hakkai: anyway

Hakkai: let's hang out like the regular days in which we are normal 🤗

Hakkai: see you soon 😁

Mitsuya: ...

Mitsuya: yeah sure Hakkai

Mitsuya: be right over

Hakkai: ❤

*Hakkai has gone offline*

Mikey: 💀

Chifuyu: i hate him

Baji: did he even fucking try

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pray4saint · 10 months

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Hello! Currently thinking about dteam and chuckle sammich honeymoon hc's! Where you'd go, what you'd do, how was IT was mm

dteam & chuckle sammy on their honeymoons

dteam masterlist & chuckle sammy masterlist & descrip. pg. 13+. gn!reader.

a/n. omg bae, i've got you! also thoughts like these are gonna be rotting my brain for the next month / nsfw versions: dteam / chuckle sammy

dream

either hawaii or france.. idk what to tell you he's a cheeseball, sticks with the classics OR on the complete opposite, somewhere thailand (but for the sake of my sanity and writing ability we're going with kona, hawaii)

definitely picked a b&b over a hotel, he wanted the privacy for that first night as a wedded couple

leaving around 11am to go to beaches all day or go shopping

when you're out shopping, he always finds a way to not-so-subtly mention that you guys have just gotten married / he thinks he's subtle

standing in a pacsun, the cashier scanned the tags of the clothes you were buying, asking the usual customer service questions, ”how are y'all doing, did you find everything okay?” and you look up at your husband before nodding, but he still spoke up, ”doing good, we just got married, this is spouse, and yeah,” he turns to you, ”i think we found everything okay.” ”mhm.” you smile at his incessant need to announce that you're married.

tbh powerbottom!dream but in an absolutely sfw, fluffy way / how he looks at you with, essentially, heart eyes when he says something begging for your approval but also making it widely known that you're his and that you're married every chance he gets

dream most definitely has that 'nothing can bring me down' mentality while on your honeymoon

also in the evenings when the sun sets and you're sat next to him or on his lap, he thanks any and every higher power he's ever heard of that you came into his life because you're stunning and he loves you so much and can't imagine his life without you

doesn't even register if fans come up and ask for a picture until you point them out, he's just so invested in you

he also doesn't get on any of his social media except to post the occasional instagram story despite how much you told him it was fine and you didn't mind if he checked twitter or updated his snap story

”clay, aren't your fans gonna worry if you go MIA from twitter?” you set your notebook aside, turning to face him. ”no honey i'm gonna spend time with you, they can wait.” he smiles at you. ”yeah i know but-” ”no buts. they can wait.”

also he inevitably gets sick on the last day of your honeymoon, which is fine because you were getting tired of going out every day / you made him soup with the small amount of food you'd bought at the local costco and he finally took to twitter to tell them how wonderful you were being

sapnap

i think he's taking you on 2 honeymoons, the first is for two weeks in texas to spend time with his family, just so you know you can always depend on them when you need them

the other is for three weeks in greece; the people, the culture, the food, he loves it and he wants to surround you in it

probably picked a hotel over a b&b

also on all the flights, during airport security, in taxis/ubers, when waiting for flights, in the hotel, he kept repeating the same words

mrs./mr./mx. armstrong, he just loves saying it, SO MUCH

”i love you, [mrs./mr./mx.] armstrong.” your newlywed husband spins you in his arms, pulling you flush against his chest. ”i know mr. armstrong, and i love you.” you press a kiss to his lips, trying to get out of his arms to get back to unpacking your suitcase

i think for activities, lots of lunches out and dinners in

also a whole lot of museums and art galleries and ancient ruins, spending time talking about greek mythology and your own theories and opinions on it

sap also sometimes calls you bro on accident and you sometimes call him dude still and all you guys can ever say about it is 'it is what it is'

”what are you gonna get, bro?” he asks as he closes his own menu. he didn't even realise what he said, but the waiter did, and he just watched with intent, unsure of what was happening. ”i don't know dude, whatever you're having i guess.” you close your menu. the waiter speaks up, ”i'm sorry i know it's none of my business but uhm- are you two not, married?” he sounds nervous, as if he thinks he's interrupted some secret affair. ”wh- what? we're married. we've been married.” sap is the one to point it out, taking your hand in his. ”ah, it was just how you called each other 'dude', and 'bro'.” the waiter laughs nervously, walking away with the order written down. in unison, ”it is what it is.”

i also think he takes you shopping because he believes the people who gave you the best wedding gifts should also get a gift in return in addition to a thank you card

lots of hand swinging with your left hand to show off your ring, and hugging in lines, and kissing-bordering-on-making-out in public, he just has no reason not to anymore, you're married

george

george couldn't decide where you went for awhile, so he asked of your friends and his friends and ended up at first with iceland (this is george guys remember) but then changed his mind and picked italy and romania, one week in each

b&b >>> hotels with george, he prefers the privacy

he spent months before the wedding trying to learn the basics of the italian and romanian languages despite how widespread english is

definitely takes you out to eat A BUNCH, except for two nights in each country where you and him cooked dinner for yourselves

you can expect lots of late mornings and late nights with george, he just can't get enough of his new spouse

definitely emphasises your last name being davidson whenever there's a reservation or when he feels the staff is being a little too forward

”last name?” the host asked, eyes glued to the kiosk screen in front of him. ”mr. and mx. davidson.” your husband smiled at you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

takes you to a store at the start of the trip so you have food where you're staying / bonus if you convince him to go to a farmers' market

every day of the trip you and him have set aside an hour to talk to your respective friends on the phone (he's louder)

also forgets to tell you that he booked a redeye for the first flight out of italy/romania because when he booked it he forgot he was planning for two people instead of just himself / he apologised a lot for it

”y/n i'm sorry, if i had been paying attention i would've booked it for later in the day tomorrow.” ”george, baby it's fine. i really don't mind. it's not like i'm going anywhere.” you flash him your ring with a smile to emphasise you point, to which he returns the smile before looking at his own ring.

he apologised again when the plane was about to take off

ted

i think ted takes you to japan for your honeymoon, at least for a week to try those capsule hotels that you and him been dying to try for months

i think he wants to go see all sorts of attractions in japan; theme parks, cat cafes, boardwalks, boat tours, and maybe take you to see an anime film (my brain is rotted from wanting to see an anime film in japan im sorry)

he booked a hotel because in the moment, it felt the easiest

even in japan he would get recognised, but not nearly as often as he did in the states and he would kindly turn down any fan who wanted a picture because he was busy on his honeymoon

lots of small kisses; at the end of a boardwalk, right before you sit down at restaurants, when you get back to the hotel room, when he brings you coffee, tea, or water in the morning, just outside the restaurant when you're leaving, when you two depart in a mall for a set time of 20 minutes

i think he likes seeing the trending tags on twitter surrounding your wedding

”what'ya smiling at, like an idiot baby?” you ask him, drying your hair with a towel from your recent shower, as you walk around from where your suitcase was to where he was stood in the mini kitchen. ”'the nivisons,' we're trending honey, that's all. i think it's sweet.” ”you know coming over here and giving me a kiss is even sweeter.” his phone is on the counter and he's encasing himself around you so fast.

he definitely texted his married friends for ideas when he started to run out / also before you left he logged into your pinterest on your computer and looked for anything he could use as an idea

you guys start binge-watching a new show while on your honeymoon and made inside jokes about it (yeah you became that couple)

holds your hand when you're walking around and getting into taxis and doing pretty much anything in public because he's scared he'll lose you in a crowd

he talks to you like he would a child. ”don't let go of my hand.” ”i won't ted, don't worry.” you shake your head at his antics once he turns away.

books a later in the afternoon flight out so that you can sleep in and he can pack for you and wake you up and get you out the door slowly, without a huge rush and stress

charlie

charlie takes you to 2 places, to start, you get 3 weeks in bali plus a week in new zealand (jrr tolkien/hobbit/lotr fans are gonna love this one)

in bali, he rents a whole house, 1 bedroom & 1 bathroom with a rate of $110 (usd) a night

while you're there, he takes you to sightsee places like gunung kawi temple, pura lempuyang luhur, ubud monkey forest, tukad cepung waterfall and holy spring (tirta empul)

of course wherever you go he insists on holding your hand, just to keep you close by

”baby you gotta let go of my hand i wanna take pictures.” your husband huffs a small, ”fine.” he releases your hand, but his hands find perch on your waist while you take pictures of the water, or the shops, or the wildlife, whatever.

definitely asks if he can use some of the pictures you took for his instagram story (it's the most he's ever used his insta story) and you tell him yes but only if you get to pick them / also on the same note, if either of you snap anyone during your honeymoon or just take selfies in general, they're always of you two kissing or giving each other cheek kisses in the house or at a restaurant or at a location you're visiting

he spends a lot of time just looking at your ring and how the ring on your finger looks against his fingers and vice versa with his ring against your fingers

”charlie?” he looks up from your intertwined hands in surprise. ”hm, what?” ”whatcha thinkin' about?” ”mmm, nothin', just admiring you.” he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, making you smile and a small tint to cover your cheeks.

in new zealand it's a hotel but it's a hobbit hole hotel, complete with tours of everything new zealand could offer about the tolkien's lord of the rings/hobbit universe

more eating out here than in bali despite how much more expensive it is

(if you're not a huge tolkien fan:) lots of thank yous from him for putting up with the trip so he could enjoy it // (if you are a huge tolkien fan:) a ton of excitement for both of you during the entire trip, and lots of talking about your own theories as you learn more about the fictional world

also vlogging the new zealand trip with charlie >>>> / and cataloging the film in the airport just before your flight for you to edit when you get home

schlatt

canada. idc, canada, that's where you're going. or iceland. somewhere cold.

i'm kidding, he told you that as a prank and then took you to australia (i apologise if you can't stand the animals there but this is schlatt we're talking about c'mon)

hotel over a b&b because even he, being the big guy that he is, was a little worried about finding a massive spider in the bed

probably quite a bit of alcohol that first night as a married couple

”y'so- god sweets y'so pretty.” schlatt twirled you around with one hand, beer bottle in the other. you giggled, the alcohol affecting your words and actions. you kept one hand tangled with his while the other held a grip on your bottle of beer. ”j..y'so handsome, you know that?” he blushed, and it must've been the alcohol because your boyfriend– husband now, never got flustered over something as small as that.

there's one night where you two go out dancing and when he sees all the prying eyes of the men and women around you, he makes sure to emphasise your ringed hands, keeping one of his hands planted firmly on your side

somehow you ended up going to see some aniaml fight with schlatt and when it got a little.. gory, you'd cover your eyes with your hands and tuck your head into his shoulder or his chest

”you alright baby?” he asked, flicking his eyes between you and the fight, arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer. ”i guess. jus'wanna leave though.” you whispered up into his ear and he nodded, waiting another minute before walking out with you tucked into his side, repeatedly asking you if you're really okay.

schlatt who takes you out to dinner every other night, with the rest of the nights being used to talk to both his and your friends and watch films together

also schlatt who believes in taking turns making lunch; whether it be sandwiches (it usually is), or pasta, a frozen pizza, etc, you take turns, after all you're married now, everything is 50/50

you probably both get sick at the end of the trip from something you ate and at first you were really worried, but he got better after a day and you two days after that

i also one hundred percent believe schlatt wanted to get home as soon as possible and picked an earlier in the morning flight / him plucking you from the bed three hours before your flight so you could shower and get ready, finish repacking, etc

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shhh-secret-time · 26 days

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Star Park AU: Stan Marsh Edition

-> Lives on Tegridy Farms with his family. His dad sold their house and moved them out to the valley when Stan was ten. (They're essentially where Marnie is in game.)

-> Sparky is still alive but he's getting older, so he sticks to laying on the porch waiting for Stan to get back

-> Plays football with Clyde, Craig, and Tolkien! Kenny and Cartman will join in sometimes and he practically drags Kyle out to join them.

-> He works for Joja Mart with his sister. They'd both rather work there than be near their dad.

》 He's saving up to move back to the city, or so he says. Truth be told he can't leave behind Sparky or his Mom.

-> He bought his own chicken coop and has a few chickens of his own.

-> He goes to the saloon every night, most nights by himself

-> But on Fridays, after Jimmy's comedy act, him and his band will play!

-> On Sundays when everyone else is in church or doing their own thing. Stan and Kyle will go up to the summit past the railroad tracks and spend hours up there. Catching up and just unwinding.

-> He probably has a mini event that's kind of like Sam's 2 heart event, where he asks the Farmer what type of music they like.

Gift Guide:

Loves: Pizza, Survival Burger, Book of Mysteries, Frozen Tears, Beer (This changes after Heart Event 6)

Likes: Joja Cola, Apples, All Eggs, Void Esscene, Large Milk

Neutral: All Fruit (Except Apples), Coffee, Peppers

Dislikes: Fertilizer, Daffodil, Any Fish, Pink Cake

Hates: Rabbit Foot, Coleslaw, Clay, Beer (After Heart Event 6)

Loved: "Dude! Are you sure?! Man this rules!"

Liked: "Oh, uh thanks! Should I get you something back?"

Neutral: "Cool, I'll find a use for it."

Disliked: "What...is this? Why?"

Hated: "What the fuck were you thinking?"

Given any alcohol after Heart Event 6: "Why would you give me this?! You know I'm trying to stop!"

Heart Event @ 2:

Stan is throwing empty beer bottles at the passing train, they shatter just as the Farmer approaches him. He looks back at them with a grin offering one for them to throw. He mentions that he was drinking with his friend Kenny but he had to go, so now he's just passing time. He's not quite drunk yet but he's tipsy. When the Farmer takes the bottle and throws it he relaxes a little, says that he's glad they're not put off by the behavior. After a little bit of silence, he asks them why they moved to the Valley. There's not a lot of money in farming and then makes a comment about how he fucking hates it. How he feels isolated from the rest of the town sometimes.

-> Feels that way sometimes doesn't it? But at least you have your friends (+)

-> You're literally closer to town than I am, don't your friends come to visit you? (-)

If First Option: He mulls it over and decides you're right. He should he grateful he at least has them. Though lately it feels like they're drifting apart. Stan comments how you must feel lonely being new to town and all.

"Oh well. I guess we can be lonely losers together. Farmer buddies and all that."

If Second Option: Stan doesn't really appreciate the sass. He wasn't looking for a pity party, just wanted to kinda vent. He makes note not to talk about it again.

"Yeah sure. I guess, but you didn't have to be a dick about it."

Heart Event @ 4:

Stan and his friends are playing pool at the tavern, a rare instance where they're all off work and finally get to hang out. He leans over the pool table and sinks another ball, much to Kyle's annoyance. As the Farmer comes in Cartman makes a comment that Kyle is getting his ass kicked and bad. It prompts Kyle to snap at him and shake the pool cue at him. Kenny and Stan laugh a little before Stan realizes you're there. He smiles and gestures for you to come over! Now that you're here they have enough for teams. Farmer is confused because there's already four of them, they make five. Stan whispers in their ear, explaining that Cartman won't play with Kyle anymore. He lost one time and now he's convinced that Kyle cheated. Something about how there's no way Kyle would ever actually win a game fair and square. When you agree he gets excited and before anyone else gets the chance he announces that you'll be on his team!

"Awesome! We're gonna smoke these guys! Kenny wrack 'em! Farmer is with me!"

⚠️ TW: Attempted suicide ahead ⚠️

Heart Event @ 6:

Stan's drinking again. Right next to the railroad tracks but this time he's got one foot on the railroad, rocking back and forth. There's glass bottles around him, unbroken and too many to count. He almost stumbles down to the ground but he keeps himself up. Farmer approaches and that's when they hear the sound of the train coming in, and it's coming fast. Stan had no intentions on moving, in fact he looks like he's about to fall forward willingly. The dead look in his eyes tells them that much. Farmer runs across the field and tackles him into the ground, the train narrowly missing the both of them. Stan lays there having just had the wind knocked out of him. His head is spinning and he feels sick, but he also feels the Farmer on his chest and his back against the ground. He's not dead. Then it hits him, you almost died to save him. You who's kept talking to him despite everything, even when he was being an ass.

"You....you could have gotten yourself killed why would you do that?"

-> I couldn't just stand there and watch you die Stan!

-> Are you crazy?! You almost got us both killed!

-> I don't know...my legs just moved on their own.

-> (Just hug him)

If First Option: Stan starts crying and presses his palms into his eyes. He lays there and sobs, but he feels safe enough to do it.

"Hey Farmer...hic...can you help me to Kyle. I'm scared."

If Second Option: He grits his teeth and digs his hand into the dirt. Stan knows what he did was crazy, he can't be mad at you for snapping like that. You just saved his life. But he didn't ask you to.

"Fuck...I know. Look, just help me get to Kyle. I think I'm gonna be sick."

If Third Option: Stan doesn't know what to say but he thinks he gets it. He just closes his eyes and tries to stop the dizzy ride his drunken state is on. He doesn't want to move but he can't just lay here all day.

"Do you think Kyle is gonna yell at me...if I show up looking like this? Maybe if I just go to sleep I won't have to think about it."

If Fourth Option: Stan freezes he wasn't expecting the Farmer to do that. They should be angry with him, furious. But they're hugging him and clinging to him for dear life. His life. Stan wraps his arms around them and starts to cry. It's the most vulnerable he's been with anyone in a long time.

"Shit...fuck dude...just please don't let me go. I don't wanna go. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Heart Event @ 8:

It's early morning when the Farmer steps out, they're greeted with the sound of music. Stan is sitting on their porch playing his old guitar, the acoustic one that's seen better days. When the Farmer gets closer he looks up at them for a moment, unable to look them in the eye for too long. After a moment of silence, he tells them that Kyle got it out of storage for him. Says it'll help him focus on something other than the withdrawals and that Kyle put him in contact with a therapist. He thanks the Farmer for saving his life, and apologizes that they had to see that. As he plays a somber tune again he makes a comment, this is the first time he's been on their farm. First time he's been out this way since they moved into the valley. He confesses that your farm is a lot nicer than his dad's and that maybe farming isn't so bad. Farmer sits beside him and he quietly continues playing, they've never heard him play this song before.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry I've been a jerk to you. You and Kyle shouldn't have to take care of me, but you did. You care and I should remember that. Sparky would have been really upset if I never came home. So thanks...for everything."

When given the bouquet:

"!! I don't understand why you'd choose me, but...I'm selfish and I want you all to myself. So I accept!"

Heart Event @ 10:

Stan is leading Farmer past the railroad tracks, he doesn't even seem bothered much anymore to be here. He leads them up the path that he's taken a thousand times. There he leads them to the summit, his favorite spot to be at. They sit together at the edge if the cliff with their legs dangling off the side. He admits to them that he liked coming up here a lot as a kid, when his dad and him would fight it was his little hiding spot. Then he brought Kyle and it became special. The days where he'd get stupid drunk he'd think about just falling forward like that day with the train. But it's because of those amazing memories with his best friend, he could never bring himself to do it. They're special and he wouldn't want to ruin them for Kyle. It's things like that, that remind him why he's alive. Things like you. He smiles at the Farmer and tells you this. Tells Farmer he wants to continue to make more memories with them so he has a reason. His hand inches closer to theirs, not quite touching. Before he can pull away, Farmer takes his hand and slides closer to him. They rest their head on his shoulder and look up towards the big illuminated moon that's in front of them. Stan wraps his arm around them and lays his cheek on top of their head.

"Every moment with you reminds me why I'm here. I'm not...perfect and I don't think I'll ever understand why you choose to stick around. But I meant what I said, I want you around me always. I can breath with you around."

Heart Event @ 14:

Stan's outside playing with Sparky and Farmer's pet, when he moved in he brought his beloved dog with him. Sparky seems to be getting better every day he's here and Stan couldn't be happier. Farmer walks up with hearts in their eyes, making him a little bashful. He rubs the back of his neck just as Sparky brings the ball back. He mentions that he really loved animals, and that he's always had a soft spot for them. Farmer questions him about his love for Survival Burgers, which he quickly points out that they're made of Cave Carrot NOT beef! After a little while of playing with the pets he sits in the field with them, looking over their hardwork. Stan turns red and starts ranting about how the last time he went to visit his dad, he started nagging him about grandkids. He's embarrassed because Randy has never mentioned it before and it makes him uncomfortable.

"He's such an ass! You'd think he'd stop trying to tell me how to live my life after I moved out. Why doesn't he bother Shelly with this?!"

-> He probably does. We don't have to have kids if you don't want them! I'm just happy you're here with me! Don't let him get to you!

-> Don't let your dad pressure you into anything you're not ready for. It's our relationship and we'll decide when and if we want kids. But if you're anything like you are with Sparky towards kids, I think you'd be a great dad!

If First Option: Stan grins and tells them they're right as always. He leans down and kisses the top of their head. Sparky walks over with the Farmer's pet and lays in their lap. Stan smirks and makes a comment about how they could just get another dog.

"Our farm is big enough for another one right? We could get one or two more puppies. They could help with the sheep and chickens! Help dig holes!"

If Second Option: Stan says he'll think on it. Later that night while Farmer is cleaning up the dishes and putting them away. Stan walks up behind them and wraps his arms around them. He murmurs in their ear that he's been doing nothing but thinking about what they said. The thought of starting a family with them is starting to sound appealing, plus it could be fun raising a mini them. He presses a kiss into their temple.

"You really think I'll make a good dad? I just don't wanna end up like mine...but if you're with me I think I could do it. And if they're anything like you, they'll be an amazing kid."

Random Marriage Quotes!!

"You looked really adorable asleep last night...you also drooled on my arm."

"Having a bad thought day...I might be a little off today. I'm sorry."

"Babe, you got dirt on your face. C'mere, let me clean it. Just let me take care of you butthead!"

"Sparky and I watered the crops today! How do you know how much to give them? I feel like I'm drowning them."

"Fed the animals! They're doing great! Would...you judge me if I took a nap out in the field with them?"

"Hey...real quick...I uh- I love you. I know I don't say it enough and I'm sorry, but I really do."

"Morning. Made you some pancakes! I stole the recipe from my mom! Why do you look scared?"

"Hey babe, I'm going to visit my parents today. Please feel free to come save me when you're done doing what you need to do."

"Are you coming to the tavern tonight? We're playing a new song tonight, I wrote it for you."

"You know, when I was a kid, when I got nervous, I'd throw up. You make me nervous sometimes but I- hey! I'm not going to puke on you, I'm not twelve. Get back here!"

Tag List: @hunnysnoops

#south park #sp fanfiction #south park fanfiction #reader insert #south park x reader #x reader #Stan Marsh #Stan Marsh x reader #Stan Marsh x Farmer #Stardew Valley #Star Park AU #headcanons #drabbles #shhh its a secret

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Burning Rubber

Chapter Two

F1 Masterlist

Burning Rubber Masterlist

Word Count: 3,191

Summary: the groups spend time together. Lando and Azha gain more insight on each other.

Warnings: drifting, press being savaged by Azha, reporter being sexist

previous part

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Azha’s POV

“Dude I told you quit stealing my fries, you should have ordered some,” Jelani whined as Sterling and Nova continued to steal his fries. All of us crammed into a booth in the back corner of Lilah J’s Diner. I shake my head at the three, “J, you should’ve known they would take them. It should be tradition at this point.” I say before taking another bite of my burger. “But they’re MY fries, not theirs.” He retorted. “Are you all arguing again?” A voice asked. I look and see it’s the owner, Miss Lilah, the sweetest lady in her early 50s. Real tall too, around 5’10-5’11. Could’ve sworn she could be a model or had been back in her day. “You know how they are Miss Lilah, they can’t go anywhere without bickering,” Seriyah told her. “Miss Lilah, did you do something different today?” Nova asked with a mouth full of fries. I took a closer look and seen that Miss Lilah had taken her braids out and had passion twists, about waist length. “Nothing too special baby, I had a date and got my hair done.” Miss Lilah said. We all gasped. “Miss Lilah, who is he?” “Where is he from?” “Is he rich?” All rang out. She laughed. “Now just because I think of you all as my kids doesn’t mean you have to act like protective children.” She teased before sitting down and telling us all about her date.

Next Day

Waking up to my alarm blaring I roll over in my bed to shut it off. Once doing so I look at my phone to see the time ‘5:47 am’. I am definitely going to need a nap before the drift today. I’m not sure what time we all had left the diner and made it back to the hotel, but I’m sure I had probably only got 3-4 hours of sleep. Sighing I get up and head to the bathroom to shower to at least try to wake my body up. Turning the shower off I wrap myself in a towel and step out. After drying off I grab my robe and walk back into the room to grab my outfit and makeup bag. As I beat my face I contemplated how I should wear my braids while they’re down.

My phone started to ring before I could think more about it. I seen it was a FaceTime from my manager Erica. I answered and propped my phone against the mirror then continued to finish my makeup. “Good morning Erica to what do I owe the pleasure?” I asked. “Ah good you are awake. Did you have fun last night?” She questioned. Erica did know that I have a taste for street racing and the street life at night. I’m thankful she has never tried to separate me from it. She’s actually the one who told me to have two Instagram accounts to keep the two lives separate, making me feel like a spy. “It was fun actually. I won of course. I do need to buy a new ski mask, I’m not sure how many people had taken pictures of me. Thankfully there weren’t many fans of the drift there. Not like the media cares to check their accounts.” I answered. She nodded, “Well you can debrief me when you’re here. You have media at 8:30 so hurry up.” She said but before she could hang up, “Hey Erica hang on! Do we have any passes laying around for today?” I asked. “Uh I think so? How many do you need besides your group coming?” She asked. “I need 8 more pleaseee.” I smiled at her. She rolled her eyes jokingly, “I’ll see what I can do. Send me their names on your way here.” “Thank you so much, love you.” I said. “Yeah yeah love you too.” She hung up.

Finished with my face, I pick up my outfit and started getting dressed. Pinning some of my braids back I tie my durag and walk back into my room. ‘Where the hell is my bag’ I ask myself. Looking around I spot it on the dresser by the tv. Grabbing my essentials, placing my pass around my neck, then grabbing my keys and phone I set off for the track after checking the time. ‘6:38am’.

Pulling into the parking lot I see many fans waiting outside ready for today. Spotting my car I could hear their screams become louder. Before getting out I texted Erica the Quadrant’s names as well as Max’s girlfriend’s name. I did my research last night while at the diner, watching some of their videos with my crew. I exit my car, lock it, and start walking to the entrance drivers and their guests use to avoid the crowd and press. Walking in I'm met with my manager and my press officer, Kiara. “Okay, so we’re just going to go over some of the questions I’ve seen that the press might ask. You know the drill, play nice but be blunt as always if you have to. Try to keep them on the race please.” Kiara spoke as we walked to my driver’s room in the paddock. I nodded, “I’ll play nice as long as they don’t bring up the fact that I’m a female driver dominating in a mostly male sport.” We continued talking when my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was the group chat with the crew.

“Hey Erica, can you meet the crew at the 2nd entrance? They’re waiting for the other group to show up and I don’t think any of them can get in that entrance without the passes.” I ask. She nodded and set off to get them. “Okay, this shouldn’t take that long. Just remember your training please.” Kiara said as we walked into the media room. Some of the drivers already seated. “Let’s get this over with.” I sigh.

Halfway through

“Now Azha, you are one more win from gaining another championship under your belt, do you think you could do that today?” A reporter asked. I sat up in my seat, “I’m sure there is a fair chance of winning today, I can only let my car and skills speak for themselves. There’s many great drivers this year but it does feel good to be at the top.” I spoke. She nodded and directed her next question to another driver. “Do you feel the guys are just taking it easy on you? Yes, your performance is great but there are guys sitting next to you that have better capabilities don’t you think? And I’m not sure that is how a champion is supposed to dress?” The same reporter who has been hounding me spoke. I smiled, “I’m not sure what you mean by ‘how a champion should dress’.” Before continuing I stood up and walked around the table to lean against the front. “I happen to think I look amazing today. Got some inspiration from the late 90s/early 2000s black community. Now what makes me not capable of being a champion? Is it my tits or because I’m not slinging in my pants because I can go buy one down the road if you would like? Would you like a replay of my past seasons? Because someone with fewer capabilities than a man should not have as many championships and podiums as I do right? No one is taking it easy on anyone. I would like to see you do what we do every day and practice day in and day out then ask that disgrace of a question again. Buddy if you’re just mad that a female with bigger balls than you is beating your favorite driver, take it up with them and their team. Not me. Next question please.” I finish tearing into him and smile at his face turning red with anger and the shocked look on everyone’s faces.

Walking back to my driver’s room listening to Kiara try to punish me for my words. “Kiara, you can’t expect me to sit there and take the disrespect from that guy. He’s lucky the crew wasn’t in there this time. If they want to fine me then so be it. I’ll pay for it. Can I please go get ready for some practice and a nap?” I interrupt her. She sighed and nodded before heading off I’m sure to go meet with the PR team. Opening the door to my room I’m met with voices not yet noticing I’m here. “No, that guy is always so disrespectful towards her,” Sariyah said. “Why do they still allow him around?” Niran asked. “Because any publicity even bad, is good press and story for them to make a quick buck,” I said. They all turn towards me, I smile lightly. “Glad you guys could make it. Sorry for that shit show.” I say. “No don’t apologize. That geezer should be the one apologizing.” Max said. “You read him to filth. I honestly think you and Max Verstappen might have to compete for reading the media.” Ria said. “Who?” I asked. The Quadrant group all looked at each other. “What time do you have practice?” Sterling asked. I walked and sat on my massage table, “Around 2:30. I’m either going to chug a bunch of energy drinks or take a nap.” I answered. “Well after the race we were thinking, let’s take the quad group and show 'em the ropes,” Nova said. I lifted an eyebrow, “The country track?” I asked. She nodded, “Works for me. Did you guys Uber here?” I look to the group. They shook their heads, “We drove the suburban here.” Steve answered. I nodded but before answering a knock was heard.

“Come in!” I yelled. One of my engineers stuck their head inside, “Hey Azha, the team wants to start briefing here in 30 minutes. Something with showing a celebrity around or whatever.” He spoke. I sighed and nodded, “Okay I’ll be out there soon. Thank you.” He nodded and left. “Well, time to get to business. You guys are welcome to watch in the garage for this and the race if you’d like. They can show you guys where the kitchen is if you’re hungry.” I say while hopping off the table and walking towards the closet to grab my fireproofs and suit. After getting dressed I headed to the garage.

After briefing before the race

I walked back to my driver's room to check on the group. Stepping in I saw them all watching the TV that was playing the pre-race show. I gestured for them to follow me. We rounded the corner and they all spotted part of the Fast & Furious cast. “Holy shit.” I heard Sariyah say. I turn back towards the group, “Okay I have to go and talk with my team. You guys can stay here or head upstairs above the garage to get a better view if you’d like. Your passes will let you up there.” I said. They all nodded and I did my handshake with Jelani that I do before every race then walked to my car.

End of Race

Crossing the line I hear in my headset, “Azha you are a world champion once again!!!” I hear my race engineer, Bailey yell. “Fuck yes!!! Great job everyone. I couldn’t and wouldn’t have been here without all of you. This one is for the team.” I say. “Fantastic drive Azha. Celebration is in order soon. Let’s continue these results for the rest of the season. Have a great break.” Mark said. “Thanks, Mark,” I say and pull into the paddock parking my car in its designated place. I get out and climb to stand on the roof, throwing my hands in the air. I could hear the fans cheering and my team as well. Hopping down I jogged to the barricades and jumped into the arms of my team, hugging them all. Then I was escorted to the room for podium. Adrenaline and excitement soared through my veins as we popped our champagne and sprayed each other. Then my team came and lifted me in the air as I held my trophies.

After the celebrations, pictures, and press

I finished showering and changed back into my outfit. Thankfully my makeup was still intact, I didn’t feel like redoing it. Walking out of my driver’s room with the trophies and my bag I met the group at the back entrance. “Do you mind if we stop at our hotel? We were wondering if we could make a video with you guys?” Lando asked. I nodded, “No yeah of course. We can talk about it there. Lead the way.” I agreed and we all walked to the parking lot. Letting the quadrant group drive ahead thankfully it wasn’t a long drive to their hotel. “We can wait here for you guys,” Sariyah said as we leaned against our cars. The group nodded and headed inside to grab their gear. I decided to go through social media as we waited. “Azha, the gist of the video is teaching them how to drift and stuff. There’s no meet tonight but they wanted to a video about street racing too.” Nova informed me. “Did they get footage from earlier?” I asked, and she nodded. “More like a vlog kinda.” She said. I spotted the group walking out with several cases. “Jelani you have the video drone right?” I asked him. “Yeah, I said they could use it.” He answered. I nodded and we were ready to set off for the track.

Once arriving we all got right to work on the video. We were just doing some challenges and maybe some showing off for the camera. For some of the challenges we were in teams; Jamari & Ria, Sterling & Niran, Aarav & Nova, Sariyah & Steve, Jelani & Max, and then me & Lando. Ethan decided to be our “referee and timekeeper”.

As the others were doing their shots for the video, Lando sat in my passenger seat to show him how to drift, kind of. “Okay now thankfully I brought the manual car, I think they’re easier but now that you’ve got the controls down. We’ll see your driving.” I said. He nodded, “How long have you been doing this?” He asked. I turned my body in my seat and looked at him, “Which part? The professional drifting, street racing, or just racing and drifting in general?” I questioned. “All of it.” He said. “I started racing when I could finally reach the pedals. Granted it’s illegal all the way around but back then even more so because I didn’t have a license. Drifting just came naturally from doing donuts in parking lots. I started doing it professionally my junior year but didn’t really get started until before I graduated high school in 2019.” I explained before continuing. “I’ve always loved cars though. Watching my dad, uncles, or brothers in the shop, I was always around them. Speed too. We would visit family down south and we would ride dirt bikes or quads. Race them around town or their yards.” I smiled reminiscing on the memories.

“Wow, so you’ve practically done this all your life,” Lando said. I nodded, “How long have you all known each other?” I asked gesturing to the group outside reviewing footage. “I’ve known them quite a while. Max and I raced against each other for a while.” Lando said and continued explaining the back story of his friendship with the group. “What about you? How long have you known your group?” He questioned. “I’ve known the girls since we were practically in diapers. We were neighbors so we grew up together in southern California. We met the guys in high school. I would say they’re the ones who got us into the scene but I had been exposed already thanks to my older brothers. But I really got involved once we all became a group.” I tell him. “Have you guys ever dated?” He asked. I giggle, “Sariyah and Jelani are together. Have been since high school. Jamari has a girlfriend back home. Sterling is engaged. While Nova and I are single.” I say. “What about your group?” I question. He nodded at my answer, “No. Although many people think differently. Ria is taken. So are Max, Steve, Aarav, and Niran. Ethan and I are the single lads.” He answered. I nodded but before I could answer we were called over to start the challenges.

Watching the others do the challenges, I stand aside with Sariyah as we discuss some things about our cars. She nudged me slightly smirking, “You and Lando looked quite comfy in your car earlier.” She said. I shook my head while looking at said man laughing at something Sterling said. “We were just getting to know each other. I told him more about us as a group and he told me stuff about them. That’s all.” I said. “He’s not a bad-looking guy, what do you think?” She questioned. “Riyah, I’m not looking for anything right now. A hookup or a relationship. Get out of that matchmaking mindset.” I whispered before being called for my and Lando’s turn.

“Alright everyone so we have a tie. Jamari/Ria and Lando/Azha. They are deemed the winners. Stay tuned for our second video to see if there is a tiebreaker. As well as something completely new for Quadrant. Make sure to like, subscribe, and comment. We love you guys and see you soon!” Ethan spoke. We all waved at the camera saying goodbye. Ending the filming Niran said it would probably be a day or two before the final video is out.

I walked to my car when I heard someone jogging up behind me, “Hey! Running off so soon?” I heard Lando ask. I smiled, “Just wanted to race around a bit. Wanna take a ride?” I ask gesturing to the car. He grinned, “Thought you’d never ask.” He said hopping in. I shake my head and climb in. While starting the car and buckling in I look at him, “You’re not the type to scream their head off at speed and the potential of wrecking are you?” I ask. “You want me to be?” He teased. “Just hold on Norris,” I said and took off down the asphalt. Once returning to where everyone was parked, “That was thrilling.” Lando spoke. I smile, “So you agree I’m great at my job?” I question. He chuckled, “I’m not sure, maybe I’ll need to come to more races or see you street race to know that.” He replied. I snagged his unlocked phone out of his hand. I went to his contacts and added my number before taking a selfie and adding it. I then saved it and handed him his phone, “There, now if you want a personal ride again or someone to take you to the underground you can call me next time you’re in town. Or if you just want to see my beautiful face again as well.” I winked and got out of the car.

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sneaking out

pairing: argyle x byers!reader

wordcount: 1.4K

summary: Usually Argyle comes late at night to sneak Jonathan out to smoke, but tonight he knocks on your window.

WARNINGS: just cussing <3

a/n: i literally was smiling throughout writing this while things to the point where my cheeks hurt :/. I hate being delusional. Also, I don't really know how fluff works so if this gets your feet kicking, let me know.

Ever since you and your family moved to California, you’ve always had each other. If someone needed help in a subject, you guys would confide in eachother. Jonathan though was the successful one and actually made a friend. Argyle. You thought he was super nice and honestly wanted to get to know him more. Yet, those two were inseparable sometimes. The only time you didn’t see him is when it was time for bed. Yet, in the morning you knew they were together at night when Jonathan would wake up smelling like pot. Poor Will had to wake up to Jonathan sneaking back in yet again.

Except for tonight, Argyle knocked on your window. El fortunately didn’t hear it. You were up studying for some test you had on Monday. You walked up to the window opening it, coming face to face with him.

“Hi.” He whispers, he looks nervous. Argyle was just staring you down not knowing where to go from here.

“You know Jonathan’s room is the other window right?” You as you mindlessly point to whichever side it is.

“I’m not here for Jonathan, dude.” He says rubbing his hands together. This whole encounter is starting to get weird. You cocked your head to the side like a bird waiting for an answer.

“I want to take you out.” He mumbles. This was surprising to say the least. You beam to the thought of him coming all this way for you. You look at El, sleeping in her bed. Then it hit you.

“I’m still in my pjs though!”

“Dude, don’t worry about it. We’re probably gonna pick up something to eat and then just chill.” He reassures.

“But–”

“Don’t. Worry.” He says putting a hand on your shoulder, trying to calm you down from this

“Give me a second.” You tell him, you went to grab your bag filled with essentials and turned off the lamp light. Argyle was patiently waiting for you on the other side of the window. You reach the window and stealthily go through, hoping to not make much noise. He helps you as much as he can. Once out you straighten yourself up, patting down any sort of dust off of your sweat pants. Argyle watches you swat the dust off and waits for you.

“Let’s go, dude!”

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If there is one thing about Argyle, it’s that he’s true to his word. The two of you went to go pick up some greasy burgers and as soon as you guys got your food, he took you to a beautiful scenery. It was in the mountains, watching over the little town of Lenora. It was breathtaking. The two of you sat in comfortable silence watching the streets from a far. The van side door was open, allowing the two of you to sit next to each other to watch the tiny town.

“Argyle,” You say, taking a sip from your drink, “what was the purpose of all of this?”

“What? I can’t hang with my favorite Byers?” He says, giving you a little push. “Favorite? Yeah, right.” You give a little chuckle to show your amusement.

“Yeah, my favorite!”

“Argyle, you barely know me.”

“This is me trying to get to know more of you, man.” He says as he tosses his wrapper in the car. “Is it working?” He asks, drinking the rest of his drink.

“Well, tell me. What do you know about me?” You say putting down your cup and face towards him.

“Well, I know that you have a family—”

“Really? Do I!” You kid.

“Hey! I wasn’t finished,” he says as he playfully pushes you again “, as I was saying, before I was interrupted. You have a family, a kind one. The kind of family that will take anyone in, no matter the situation. You love your family too. It’s like a little creepy how far you would go for your family. Like this one time, Jonathan told me this story about how you fought some sorta dog with this one dude to protect something, I don’t really remember.”

“To be fair, that wasn’t a normal dog!” You quickly shout.

“Yeah, okay, well someone should get PETA on you, asap.” He huffs. It was your turn to playfully slap him.

“Hey, man. I’m just saying! If I heard you, dog, and bat in the same sentence, obviously I’m gonna be worried. That’s like grade-a psycho behavior.”

“So, I’m a psycho too?”

“Dude.”

“Okay, I’m sorry– I’ll stop with the accusations.” You say pulling your hands up.

“Good! Okay, back to what I was saying! You have this sorta at-home vibe.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” You say tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Well, when I’m with you, I feel calm. Like I’m at home.” He says, turning towards you. The air around the two of you feels euphoric. It’s calm and sweet and you honestly had your breath taken away.

“Or something like that, I don’t know. It’s just an observation or something like that, I think.” Argyle stutters out. You smile from ear to ear, watching Argyle trying to play it off.

“Well, can I tell you what I think about you?” You say placing your hand over his. Argyle looks down at the hand touch and nods.

“I think you're super sweet. I’m happy my brother got to meet such a nice guy and I’m happy that our family was able to make you feel comfortable. I also love your hair, by the way. It’s like super pretty and each time I see you i just want to play with it but, like, I obviously stop myself because that’s an invasion of privacy and I totally understand–”

“You can play with it, I don’t mind.” He cuts you off. You smile up to him and blush a bit.

“I also think that you're hilarious. I hate to say it but your dumb jokes always put a smile on my face. Ugh– it’s so dumb sometimes!” You say covering your eyes, thinking about the stupid fart joke he cracked.

“Hey, my jokes are not dumb! They’re perfect!”

“Yeah, perfectly stupid.” You laugh out loud. Argyle sits there, showing how his ‘feelings are hurt’.

“This sucks, I come over to try to give you a good night and I’m getting bullied. You know what, Will might be my favorite now.” He says crossing his arms trying to not let the smile on his face show even more.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding,” you say grabbing your side “, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it, it just came out.” You’re hunched over trying to breathe, that’s when Argyle takes you by surprise.

“I also think you look pretty.” He whispers. For some reason, he thought he said that in his head but it came out by surprise. You blush at the comment and look up at him.

“What?” You say smirking.

“I said you look shitty.” He blurts out. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much, that one sends you over. You're gasping for air trying to breathe from laughing. You could even feel tears forming. Argyle watches you laugh and decides to join in.

“God, I fucked up big time, didn’t I?” He asks as the two of you finally calmed down.

“Fucked up, majorly. It’s okay, though, it’s sweet.” You say wiping a tear or two.

“If it makes you feel any better, I think you look shitty too.”

“It makes me feel amazing.”

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As the night finally came to an end, Argyle finally took you back home. As you reached your window, you turned back to him. The cold chilly air surrounds the two of you so you need to get this out of the way. He helped you climb back through the window and waited for you to be comfortable.

“Thank you for the night, Argyle.” You whisper, holding yourself to get a bit warmer. A rush of confidence fills your veins and you kiss his cheek. Argyle stays there completely still like a board. “Get home safe, Argyle.” You say as you finally close the window.

“Yeah, of course, I’ll get home safe. I’ll get home super safe, you don’t have to worry about me.” He stutters as he watches you close the window. Through the closed window you wave him goodbye and he finally makes his way back to his van with a smile that won’t leave his face until he’s knocked out. As you watch him leave, you hear the lamp light click.

“Well, what do we have here?”

Your eyes wide open as you turn around to see your mom sitting next to a very worried El.

#argyle x reader #argyle fluff #stranger things argyle #argyle #argyle fan fic #argyle fan fiction #argyle x reader fluff #byers!reader #i hope you all like this <3 #jvblood

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XV. COMPLICATED FREAK

SPARE PARTS: a series (15/20)

EN ROUTE TO AMSTERDAM, NETHERLANDS

(W) strong language, mention of drug use, sliight fingering

a/n a short one (only 2.8k) because i’ve just been so damn busy with work and uni. the next part will make up, i promise.

THIRD PERSON’S POV

Amelia and Charlie quickly discovered their only moments in complete solitude are early, early mornings on the bus. Amelia’s finally gotten used to the ass-crack of dawn starts, and with the promise of an uninterrupted hour with her best friend, she’s more than fine disrupting her beauty sleep to sneak out her and Niall’s usual hotel room.

Charlie suggested their time together be spent in her hotel room – where she doesn’t have to drag herself up and out at 4AM. Yet Amelia insisted if she wasn’t allowed to ride on the band’s glamorous bus, she’d at least gossip in it when she can.

This time, it’s about Niall. Specifically Amelia finally telling Niall she’s been let off from her job in London, and that this styling gig has essentially been her lifeline.

Niall wasn’t mad she lost her job. He could never be angry at her for something like that; he was only upset she didn’t tell him sooner. Charlie, however, ever the pessimist about their relationship (Amelia was hers before Niall fell for her at Charlie’s 18th) decided the only valuable solution is to,

“Break up. I’m just putting it out there.”

“You always put that out there. You said that when he stole my cereal that time.”

“And I still stand by that being a valid reason. Look, it wouldn’t be awkward. If anything, it would be better because–”

“We’re not breaking up. Now, distract me. How’s your crazy, insane love life I’m vicariously living through?”

Charlie’s heart plummets. That’s the last thing she wants to think about. For years, the most complicated aspect of her so called ‘love life’ was guy who wanted nothing romantically more than to occasionally fuck her. Now, after all this time, that same guy suddenly wants her and, well. Harry.

“It’s not crazy,” Charlie mumbles, not wholly convinced. “Except…” she chews at her lip, toying with the idea of saying it aloud for the first time.

After their last encounter, and the consequential waking up beside him for the first time, Charlie decided to bury herself deep into a cosy pit of denial. Which was quickly dug out when Harry smiled at her in rehearsals, and didn’t call her princess once during their last stop in Antwerp. It’s starting to get difficult to deny that something is going on.

“Except…?” Amelia prompts, pausing as she ties her short locks up.

Charlie heaves a sigh. Maybe saying it aloud would confirm its ridiculousness.

“I think Harry likes me.”

She expected a theatre-worthy gasp, a screech, even a thump across her arm. Any indication that Amelia finds the insinuation as insane as Charlie does. And, yet…

“Yeah, no shit.” Amelia scoffs. Scoffs.

Taken aback, Charlie frowns. “What?”

Amelia’s lips twitch, humour lacing her tone as she takes in her clearly oblivious best friend. She looks a picture of shock, a hint of betrayal even. Amelia’s no dummy, however. She knew the moment Charlie confessed to her and Louis about their whole deal that it would never end as simply as Charlie believed it would.

“Look, remember when you came out to be in year eight?”

“... yeah?”

“Remember what I said to you?”

Despite it being nearly ten years ago, Charlie doesn’t have to wrack her brain for that memory. It’s crystal clear. After school, a thirteen year old Charlie wrung her hands on her purple bedding whilst trying to pluck up the courage to come out to her best friend who, well.

“You said you already knew.”

“Exactly.”

Charlie shakes her head. “What does that have to do with anything, though?”

“This is like that, Char. I knew years before you told me about your bisexuality.”

“What are you saying?”

“That it is so painfully obvious that Harry likes you, dude.”

“What the fuck?” Charlie grows defensive. Denial. “No it’s not.”

“Obvious to everyone but you, apparently.” Amelia mumbles under her breath, already spotting how quickly Charlie’s defence is going to spiral into a one sided argument.

“Oh shut up, it is not.” Charlie stands, wringing her hands (much like a younger version of herself) and beginning to pace while Amelia throws her head back – regretting ever saying anything. “Harry’s hated me for the last six years, he’s only acting a bit nicer because he’s banging me.”

Amelia puffs out an exhale, tipping her head back to watch Charlie go back and forth.

“What do little boys do when they have a playground crush?”

“That is bullshit misogyny fed to girls so they grow up thinking men being mean is a form of affection.”

“True… but it kinda applies here, babe.”

“Harry does not like me.” Charlie collapses back onto the sofa, sending a cushion flying.

“I thought you said he did?” Amelia lilts, amused.

“Well, I’ve changed my mind.”

Amelia chuckles lightly to herself, grabbing her phone and standing.

“Where are you going?” Charlie snaps, tone still accidentally stuck in rebuttal mode.

“It’s 5AM, I have to go to my shitty bus.” Amelia pushes her sunglasses onto her face, biting her bottom lip behind a wide smile. “See you in Amsterdam, hope you’re ready to get mashed out of your mind!” She calls as she leaves, shedding a ray of blinding light onto the bus before slamming the space back into silence.

Charlie grabs a pillow, and screams into it.

The bus journey to Amsterdam is just under two hours, but everyone heads straight to the beds upon boarding to get a few extra hours of kip before the day ahead: knowing full well the next few hours will consist of weed, weed, and more weed.

Charlie, however, is wide awake.

She’s never been one for naps, anyway, but her conversation with Amelia has her wracked. Sure, she was developing suspicions of her own. Hell, Harry practically admitted it in their bar argument in Paris. But she could tuck herself away safely in thinking she was simply overthinking everything; for Amelia to say it’s obvious is shit to the fan.

So she leaves her bed, returning to the living area to grab a herbal tea and maybe get some piece of mind. She doesn’t want the guys’ day to be ruined by the drug inevitably heightening her anxiety.

Except the literal source of her worries is sat right there, on the very sofa her and Amelia were debriefing on, strumming Niall’s guitar and humming something softly to himself.

Charlie couldn’t completely identify why, but she nearly melts at the sight of him. Sweatpants and an accompanying black hoodie, his hair tied back into his usual bun par a few stray curls fighting their way to his nape, ringless fingers pressed against the guitar neck as he concentrates. Something about him being there eased her nausea, despite him also being the perpetrator.

At the door opening and closing, Harry looks up, brows furrowed and pick between his teeth as his fingers and harmonising halts.

“Sorry,” Charlie quickly feels embarrassed, like she’s been caught out despite only being stood there for all of five seconds. “I just came out for some tea.”

Harry’s features soften, his own stomach flipping at the mere presence of her.

“Sure.” He starts to prop Niall’s guitar up, ever careful of the years old paint job the whole band were under strict instructions to not mess up, but Charlie wastes no time in rushing over to see what he was doing.

“Whatcha’ writing?”

“Nothing– hey,” Harry reaches for Charlie after she snatches the notebook on the coffee table, quickly turning her back to read it, “give that back.”

Harry’s stomach goes from flipping to sinking while he stands, towering over Charlie to try and grab the pages back – but she’s quick, hugging it to her chest as she rushes to stand on the sofa.

“If I’m going to be eventually singing this to thousands of people I want to know know if it’s shit before I’m up there.” Charlie teases, ignoring the way Harry tries to plead with his eyes to give it back. He crosses his arms, accepting his fate as Charlie lifts the pad up to the ceiling and reads it from above her.

She got wrapped up in somebody else,

I'm wrapped up stuck in love with myself.

I never saw this coming around,

But I miss her skin on me now.

Huh, Charlie thinks, this isn’t as terrible as expected.

Tip of my tongue she's pulling my hair.

I do what she wants anywhere,

Back seat of the car and up in the air.

Charlie gulps. Up in the air?

Turned up too late one too many times,

Bad choice of words in my alibi.

Charlie begins to sink, the notebook coming down to a height Harry could easily grab it from, but he barely notices. He’s too busy studying Charlie’s face – trying to read her mind, worry bouncing from bone to bone.

Sure, he didn’t say her name – but he knows she’s not stupid.

“Charlie–”

“This is good stuff, Harry,” Charlie doesn’t look up, her eyes glued on the words, heart thumping so hard against her ribs she’s sure it’s audible. “Rachel?”

Harry’s tongue pokes his cheek. Rachel?

“Charlie.” He deadpans, his voice heavy.

“What?” Charlie sniffs, straightening her back and trying to force humour into her tone as she finally looks at him. That makes her falter, but she keeps on the straight and narrow. “She’s a lovely girl. I’m sure she’d appreciate this… can we call it a love song? What’s this, tip of my tongue–”

“Quit being a dick.” Harry finally grabs the pad back, throwing it back onto the coffee table beside his pen and the pick he stole from Louis. Charlie jumps down from the sofa, hovering as Harry collapses on the opposing one, rubbing his face in his hands.

“It’s genuinely a good song,” Charlie kicks his feet, forcing him to look at her.

“You think?” Maybe she couldn’t tell it was about her, Harry starts to tell himself.

“Mhm,” Charlie flicks the kettle on by the small stove, ransaking the cupboards for the green tea she was bullied for bringing but is beyond grateful for now. “For the next album?”

If I pretend I didn’t clock something weird, Charlie thinks, then nothing weird happened.

Harry stands, Charlie’s back to him as she makes her tea. HIs eyes rake over her properly for the first time since she stepped in the room; she’d changed into sweats to try and nap, and his t-shirt – fuck, his t-shirt. He never wants it back.

Playing with fire, he grabs Charlie’s waist. She jolts at the contact, her breath catching in her throat, her gut tightening. But she doesn’t move. She lets him tuck his chin over her shoulder, watching her hands work to pour the water, to sugar the tea, to stir the bag.

The longer she lets him stay there, the bolder he gets.

Harry wraps his arms around her torso completely now, slightly rocking them as he nuzzles his head in the crook of her neck. Despite the touch being all too domestic, Charlie sinks into him – lets his fingers span her stomach, lets his lips graze her skin.

Although, “Harry, someone could walk in.”

“So?” He murmurs against her shoulder, his fingers trailing lower. Her breath hitches again.

“Harry…” She warns softly, but she doesn’t stop him.

His fingers tease the edge of her sweatpants over the material of his shirt, the one she wears without a second thought anymore, because ‘its comfy.’ He lifts the tee, grazing her bare abdomen, now. Fingers tracing the ANGEL tattoo that resides there.

“Is this okay?” He asks, lips closer to her ear now. Charlie closes her eyes, tilting her head back to his shoulder. She turns her head, eyes level with his lips – red and plump and so deliciously kissable – while nodding.

Before his hand slips into her joggers, he leans his head down to catch her lips in a soft kiss. Nearly chaste, but with the way Charlie snakes her hand round to his nape to deepen it, that doesn’t last long and soon Harry’s fingers are sinking into Charlie’s pants.

She gasps into his mouth when his middle finger makes contact with her clit, tapping with a slowness that’s nearly agonising before circling harder, faster. Trying to keep quiet, Charlie bites her lip, letting her head fall onto his shoulder completely while she grips the counter with her free hand. Her fingers sink into the hair at the base of his neck, tugging his bun into a mess, but Harry wouldn’t notice a bullet right now.

The door, however, might be an issue.

“Hey– oh shit.”

“Fuck,” Harry quickly moves away from Charlie, the two of them scampering to get decent again (the boner Harry was harbouring no longer hidden by Charlie’s back) while Liam turns, too. All three of them as flustered as the other.

“I’m, uh, shit, sorry,” Liam doesn’t know what to say, what to think. He’s not even certain he saw what he saw. His fingers rake his hair as he stands awkwardly by the door, unsure of whether to go back to the beds or stay stationary in this Hell.

“Liam, it’s fine, it’s our fault.” Charlie hurries to shake it off, to try and rationalise.

Harry’s still trying to find a way to hide his hard-on when Liam turns, settling for a cushion that only emphasises the issue. Liam’s eyes flicker to the obnoxious lips Charlie bought for the bus last tour that cover Harry’s groin. He squeezes his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“We can explain.” Harry starts, uncertain of how to finish.

“I don’t… you don’t need to explain… I didn’t even really see any–”

“Harry and I are sleeping together.” Charlie blurts. Harry sends her a sideways glare as if to say what the fucking fuck?

Liam exhales sharply, hands on his hips now. “Right. Okay. Alright, that explains a lot, actually.”

“That… what? Why does everyone keep saying that?”

“Look,” Harry continues, “we’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell the guys. We just think it would complicate things, and–”

“Louis knows.”

“What?”

“I may as well get it out now,” Charlie folds and unfolds her arms, entering a space of panic. Harry throws his cushion away, erection long gone. “I told Amelia, obviously, and then she told Louis. Well, kind of. Turns out he did see us that one time.”

“Oh, great. So Niall knows, too, then.”

“No, she only told Louis. Amelia wouldn’t tell Niall.”

“Charlie, come on.” Harry cocks his head. Charlie glances at Liam for help, but he only shrugs. Who was she kidding?

“Shit,” Charlie murmurs. “Niall knows.”

“Wait, so,” Liam waves his arms about, “how long have you guys actually been fucking?”

The pair spoke at the same time.

“I don’t know.”

“Since London.”

“Since London?” Liam splutters. “You do realise how stupid this is, right?”

“Yes, but–”

“Why is it stupid?” Harry barks.

“Because you guys hate each other, so when it inevitably goes wrong, the whole band’s fucked.”

“That’s not going to happen.” Harry defends, quickly enough to make Charlie frown at him.

“Could’ve sworn this door was sound proof." Tired brogue suddenly enters the scene, a sleepy Niall walking into the argument whilst rubbing his eyes. “What’s the fuss?”

Before Charlie or Harry have the chance to explain themselves, Liam steps into his role as appointed band-dad and accusingly points at the pair.

“Did you know about this?”

“About what?” Niall heads over to Charlie’s untouched tea, grabbing the mug and taking a sip before gagging at the fact it’s herbal, not English. Charlie rolls her eyes, taking back the cup.

“Them!” Liam sounds like he’s going to implode.

“Oh, that? Yeah, Lia told me ages ago.” Niall confirms it. Amelia’s a fucking tattletale.

“Jesus, so everyone knows.” Harry groans into his hands, sinking onto the sofa.

“What do you think to it all?” Liam asks Niall.

“The fuck’s going on out here? Mother’s meeting?” Louis joins the party now, and so Charlie collapses beside Harry in defeat.

"This is what we get for you being all 'so? who cares if anyone walks in?'" Charlie mutters to Harry.

"Fuck off, you were enjoying it." Harry mutters back.

It was to be expected, really. They would be caught out at some point, especially with how reckless they were. Fingered while making tea, really? If anything right now, she wants to yell at Harry. Then at herself for losing herself so easily in him.

“Just discussing how Charlie and Harry have apparently been banging since the beginning of tour.”

“Not the beginning beginning–”

“London is the beginning.” Liam cuts Charlie’s protests off.

“London? You didn’t tell me it was that far back.”

“I thought you said Amelia told Louis?” Harry turns to Charlie.

“Oh, fucking Hell!” Charlie explodes. “Yes, me and Harry have been sleeping together. So fucking what? I’ve seen you all snort cocaine off of the same stripper’s ass in Vegas at Louis’ 21st, there has been far worse done in this band so I’d appreciate it if we’d all just move on!”

“Jesus, Charlie.” Niall mumbles. “I didn’t do it off her ass.”

“Yeah, and she was actually a lovely lady–”

“I don’t care!” Charlie stands. “We all know, we all are shocked, now let’s get on with the fucking day. I’m going to bed.”

Just as Charlie braces the door to be slammed, she remembers one acute detail.

“And no one tell Zayn.”

taglist: @lilfreakjez @be-with-me-so-happily @sirtommyholland @tpwksm @b-reads-things @tiaamberxx @daphnesutton @mleestiles

#spare parts series #harry styles series #one direction series #harry styles x oc #harry styles enemies to lovers #harry styles smut #harry styles angst #1d series #1d ot5 #1d smut #harry styles #harry styles fic rec #harry styles friends with benefits #harry styles x reader #one direction smut #one direction #one direction ot5

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chirpsythismorning · 1 year

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This is separate from people making Noah’s coming out all about byler, without ever separating Noah from Will, because yes that’s weird. But also entirely expected, like that’s as fandom behavior as it gets.

But for the sake of making a point here, what’s the main argument people use for why byler won’t happen?

It’s that the Duffers are just two straight old white dudes and the actors playing the characters are two straight white dudes. And because of that they’re probably all homophobic so it’ll never happen and if anything the opposite, most messed up ending, is more likely.

Heteronormativity and the assumptions that everyone is definitively straight, until they explicitly say otherwise, is something homophobes depend on.

Now all the people with ignorant arguments like that can do after this news, is bitch about how no one cares that he’s gay and it’s not even a big deal… a concept Noah literally references in his TikTok.

Even though I think straight ppl mean well when they say who cares, they’re ignoring the fact that straightness is the default expectation in our society. And this puts a lot a weight on queer people’s shoulders their entire lives, to essentially live a lie until they finally get the courage to come out.

Noah admitted that it took him 18 years to come out to his family and friends bc he was too scared to.

The reality is straight ppl mostly don’t want to talk/think about it and that’s why they get upset with too much discussion about the possibility in terms of byler and Stranger Things in general.

Unfortunately for all the practicing homophobes in the fandom, they’re going to get a big lesson on heteronormativity and the reality that literally anyone could be/not be gay.

Your best friend. Your brother. Your mom. Your gramma… You.

And that’s what scares ppl who’ve been internalizing homophobia their whole lives. They don’t want to talk/think about it for a reason. And it has nothing to do with actual other queer people just existing, it’s what they’re scared it could or could not mean for them. And they are making a vow to themselves to never find out.

And it’s because they know how gay people are treated and they don’t want to be the butt of jokes like that. They want to belong with people that are ‘normal’ or the default in society. And so hearing those same homophobes try to downplay and discredit Noah for coming out, it’s honestly just sad. The cycle of homophobia/internalized homophobia is so fucking depressing and it affects all of us.

Idec about specific ships at this point, it’s sad that a lot of men/boys in our society still see being gay as a negative thing, something they have to distance themselves from. And by being homophobic, they feel like they’re successful in achieving that distance.

And as much as homophobes piss me off every now and then online and in real life… I know why they’re doing it. Because they’ve been rewarded for it all their lives. They’ve been told doing the opposite made them different.

People forget (or are just unaware I guess) that Noah literally clapped back at byler fans on Twitter post-s2, saying, “why can’t boys just be friends anymore??”… yeah he literally made a textbook Reddit argument… though he has since deleted it…

And so I do hope that future generations of boys and girls are going to feel more comfortable accepting themselves, making it easier for us to be willing to look inward and not be scared and to eventually maybe get to a point where we don’t even have to come out as queer, we can just love who we love and it just is.

But that’s just not reality at this time.

And so yes I’m relieved that Noah himself was comfortable enough to share this with the world and didn’t spend anymore time hiding his sexuality, assuming he wanted to be out!

#noah schnapp #byler #stranger things

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sporadically-writing · 1 year

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hihi there, i hope youre doing well today!! may i get some headcanons for cassidy with a fem s/o who isn't particularly feminine? like...generally unladylike, tends to be a rough person who's more likely to roughhouse, and doesn't like the typical feminine clothing...hope this request isnt too much, i don't see a lot of non-feminine women stuff out there!

Oh dude, yeah! Tomboys for the win!

Let me start by saying, Cassidy is not the type of man who cares about how people dress and act in regards to societal expectations

For somebody’s sake, he’s a cowboy for crying out loud (we love him for it though)

You met Cole through Blackwatch, you actually were recruited before the bust in Deadlock Gorge and were one of the agents Reyes selected to help him with the mission

You had spotted a Deadlock member duck into one of the caverns around and charged after them. In one quick moment, you tackled them, leaving you with a flirty cowboy pinned under you

Here’s the thing, regardless how feminine or not you present, Cole is still going to flirt with you endlessly. He had varying degrees of success but he’s happy to do it anyway

He irritated you quite a bit when he was first recruited to Blackwatch. Being the cocky big shot that he was - Gabe really shouldn’t have complimented him as much during the recruiting process - he latched onto you since, technically, you were the first agent he formally met. Well, as formal as (essentially) an arrest can be

He was a new agent, already too big for his britches having escaped jail time, so somebody had to do something. One day during training, you sparred with him and very handily (and pardon my French) handed his ass to him with a serious (albeit amused) warning

He knew that he was a goner then but that was alright

He gave you the respect an agent of your abilities demanded but that doesn’t mean he still didn’t flirt and tease you, he just did it less

It’s what tipped other agents off that he liked you. Whether you believed it or not, the fact was that Cassidy didn’t listen to most agents when they gave him orders. Hell, he didn’t even listen to his own commander for goodness sakes

Eventually he managed to wear you down enough to consider him a friend. The two of you were more often than not partners on missions

Gabe got more and more reluctant sending the two of you by yourselves because, while the job would get done, the two of you would get goofier and goofier with each other. Ruffling each other’s hair, putting each other into playful headlocks, general tomfoolery

Then the Venice mission came. Cole was vocal the entire mission and most of the way home, you however, we’re quiet for once, something you had never been before

When you all got home, Gabe pulled you aside to ask you to calm Cole down. You however, told Gabe EXACTLY how you felt about his actions that evening and left without a second thought

You and Cole just sort of sat in silence with each other after that, wondering what the hell the two of you were going to do next because that wasn’t what either of you signed up for

Both of you left Overwatch shortly after, choosing to stick together

You two can’t even tell when your friendship ended and your relationship began because you’re still show the same level of physical affection to each other, it just feels like something clicked

Cole still teases you but you do it right back to him (and better, shhh)

Every so often when he introduces you to someone as his girlfriend someone will say, “She looks like she could kill you.” And Cole will just smile that same lovesick smile he usually does and sighs out a, “I know.”

#cole cassidy x reader #cassidy x reader #mccree x reader #jesse mccree x reader #overwatch x reader #overwatch 2 x reader #overwatch headcanons #overwatch imagines #x reader #headcanons #imagines

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jaesqueso · 1 year

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if mark hh are still open…

he gives me the vibes of a dude who learned how to fuck one girl and now that’s his moves. She taught him to pull her hair? well guess what, now he’s a hair puller.

it’s not that he doesn’t care what his partner likes, but that he’s not very adventurous and once he learned “oh, huh, okay, this is what sex feels like” he didn’t realize it could be any different.

With that being said, he’d be fun to break in. After your first time with him, I imagine you’d be like “so, uh, what was that about?” and then he’d be like “woah, dude, forreal? I thought all girls liked their hair pulled.” and his mind would be absolutely blown because nobody told him before that he was essentially the factory model of himself in bed.

After that he’d be really really really attentive. Almost obnoxiously so, asking you every 3 seconds if you like what he’s doing and to tell him if he’s being boring. He’s eager to learn and cringes when you bring up the fact that he used to think all girls liked the same thing in bed to tease him.

He also gives me the vibes of a guy who LOVES getting head. Every day if he could, but he’s afraid to freak you out so he’ll gently try and urge you on. Yes, he is the type of guy to push your head.

i feel like I just slandered the shit out of him LMFAO to set the record straight @ mark lee I would still have sex with you even if you’re boring and demanding for oral 🫶

that's so mark 😂 so clueless when he finds out not everybody likes the same thing in bed, poor thing, but yeah I think he'd be a great learner even if he kept asking if he's doing a good job, just to make sure 😅

oh yes, I just imagine him groaning in pleasure when getting head and once you give the slightest indication you're moving away from his dick he pushes your head right back but tries ti be sweet about it, saying something like "just a little bit more baby, I'm so close, you're so good at this, you make me feel so good I can't control myself, I promise I'll make you feel good too after" 💦

but tbh: I'd suck his dick all day 🥵🥵

#YES WE STILL ON MARK'S HARD HOURS KEEP THEM COMING #mark smut #answered

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vaguely-concerned · 2 years

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my controversial lupin iii opinion is that the end of part 5 rules actually (even tho the very last episode is kind of a mess and obscures some the cool shit going on beneath the surface in its haste to wrap everything up)

okay. so hear me out but I think it’s a mistake to read the end of part 5 as a traditional narrative that actually takes place at some point in the (already convoluted lol) lupin iii continuity. in my estimation it’s not, it’s more like... metanarrative of the whole show/franchise. a series of metaphors. a story about the story of lupin iii. no, lupin hasn’t actually been wearing a mask the whole time we’ve seen him in canon and he’s just some random dude we don’t know under there -- except on a metaphorical, emotional level. that is kind of the point of him as a character; the tension between how much we get to glimpse of his honest internal life and how much is withheld from us (making us want to share in it all the more) is part of the enduring appeal.

and letting fujiko finally see behind that mask in one stroke resolves the doubts and struggles in their relationship that’s been running through the whole season, doubts that the ‘traditional’ forms of affirming/validating love and intimacy in a heteropatriarchy -- marriage, cohabitation, all the things they’re grieving didn’t work out for them the whole season, ‘what’s wrong with us’ -- never could resolve. y’know it’s like that quote from the seven husbands of evelyn hugo:

People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is 'you're safe with me'- that's intimacy.

that’s the metaphor there. if you interpret it literally then yes, that whole scene is very very blind shock value stupid lol, but for those last few episodes of part 5 the fourth wall is so thin you can read the braille writing on the wall through it. (fujiko is sitting in a cage wearing a wedding dress. I don’t think the symbolism is particularly subtle lmao.) lupin finally letting himself be seen by her fully, and her understanding and accepting it, is more important than anything society has told them proves the ‘realness’ of a relationship, and it’s what helps them get through the grief of what they thought they ‘should’ be to each other to the realization of what they already are to each other and that they are enough, they have nothing they need to prove to anyone -- to themselves, or to the world. they do love each other. that’s what matters. and so it goes, that’s the sort of storytelling they’re doing in that last arc. which admittedly is confusing because it’s not what they’ve been doing in the rest of the season at all so if you haven’t been picking up on the nebulous narrative ~*vibes*~ signposting it, you’d understandably be extremely confused.

(btw one of my favourite scenes of all of lupin iii canon is in the penultimate part 5 episode, where lupin and jigen are sharing smokes (in the aftermath of jigen’s perhaps sexiest scene ever), and lupin essentially lets jigen in on the secret that they’re fictional characters. and after thinking for a few moments jigen is like ‘I get to be a story with you? AND I get my own cool theme tune? heh. yeah, I can live with that’. it’s just soooooooooooooooooooooo... it makes my writing brain go crazy. what a strange yet beautiful way for fictional characters to show love -- to help someone else see the truth of their own self/nature on a metatextual level. peak sometimes-benevolent trickster god lupin AND partners being partners content. jigen is considering his own potential obsolescence in a changing world and lupin tells him that stories live as long as they’re needed, as long as they resonate -- a good story is never obsolete, it will always have been even as it ends. also the vague vibe from how jigen reacts to lupin going to fujiko in that last ep that he has already seen beneath that mask, he already knows… brainworms for days and years and decades folks)

I really like the idea that castle of cagliostro still is the endpoint of the lupin iii canon timeline as we have it today -- miyazaki hit on something compelling and melancholy there and I think deserves to be conserved -- but I don’t believe that’s incompatible with the end of part 5 at all, even though it ‘calls back’ to it like it’s something that’s already happened. because the end of part 5 is not uh, for lack of a better word, real. it’s in sort of a dreamlike space of commentary and -- I say this with love -- fond retrospective franchise navelgazing. and it’s been 50 years, some navelgazing is well earned frankly.

(of course people are perfectly free to hate part 5 and especially the ending for any reason they so wish! the ending is atrociously paced and the way they wrap up ami’s arc especially is uh, how do you say, unconscionable and slapdash, and the season has plenty of other problems. but to me there are so many interesting meaningful things going on at the end there and I wanted to ramble about it some)

#of the things I thought I would do immediately upon waking up today writing a goddamn essay about lupin iii P5 was not one of them lol #I guess I take a long time to process sometimes hahaha #lupin iii #lupin iii meta #lupin iii part 5 #again tho there are so many legitimate reasons to dislike part 5 this is just my angle on it!#starting this vaguely felt like being possessed something within me awoke to say 'and another thing! --'#and my poor fingers just had to try to keep up as they were dragged forcefully over the laptop keys #my beloathed lupin season is part 4 btw if you want to assess my biases haha I barely got through that one

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incarnateirony · 1 year

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It’s funny to me that 2p0 (and most of fandom tbh) takes Jensen’s "I guess I could see interpreting it like that” re: platonic Destiel as a conformation of platonic Destiel - imo it’s the opposite. When actors on other shows are asked if it’s fair to interpret their character and another character as being gay and in love, they get torn apart for saying things like "I guess I could see interpreting it like that”, aka a polite “no I don’t really think of it that way but you can continue to have the space to ship that if you want”. Essentially, I feel like Jensen is trying to politely disagree with a platonic interpretation, but because fandom operates in bad faith they automatically assume he agrees Destiel is platonic, when in every other circumstance those words would have been understood to be in disagreement with the original question asked.

Yeah like. if you actually look at the quote and understand how human beings communicate, rather than try to devil's advocate an agenda through it without understanding social codes and whatnot the way 2po does, it's incredibly telling. I GUESS YOU COULD. That itself is implicit "I don't, but you can!" but that just whistled over his head like the jackshit idiot he is, and he figures if he narrates over it loud enough and attaches enough manipulative anchor text, his spin of it becomes a reality, and that's just not how the world works, not how people work, not how communication works, it's just.

Same way 2po and a large quarter of fandom went selectively deaf/dumb/blind about what Jensen said on stage, when he kept asking "That moment? Specifically that moment? Because I have two answers, one in that moment, where I would have X, [fandom stops listening at this exact point] in that specific moment. and then another one on the next shot. [jensen never clarifies]" (cut for length)

These people don't care what these other human beings are actually communicating. They care about how they can exploit it into an agenda. And, unfortunately, the other show operating in a manipulated bubble for 15 years gave them the impression they can do this infinitely, rather than a show that was designed to sprint for the goal so hard Robbie and Jensen got told to calm the fuck down. It's a 13 episode run, not 15 years, dude, you guys can't spin this forever.

Hell. Look at how he tried to spin "HAHA PEOPLE ARE WRONG ITS HEAVEN" when like. Yeah we know, dipthong. I've been reblogging my heaven meta this was designed on all year, but most specifically in the last 2 weeks, but somehow you missed that and thought I said purgatory because you can't track the way mental planes work in this fuckin' show for shit.

Or him assuming I said Destiel would happen every year, which is the opposite, while I took years of harassment from hellers for trying to tell people to respect Berens efforts (which 2po denied, and got hellers attacking Berens during) even knowing we probably would never see full resolution, that he was trying, hence the market testing (which 2po denied). Then suddenly at a very specific SDCC 2po was oblivious to the events of (proven by his getting hysterical about robobo memes, not realizing we already knew about his real boyfriend who visited the private panel with him), I suddenly changed my fucking tune to "berens is running the ball, we're getting at least an ILU, he's streaking naked across the field until security tackles him. With the right roll of the dice we can do anything." which 2po denied. Then Berens wrote it verbatim. Then he ran the ball. Then ILU. Then we got the wrong roll of the dice and covid boned us from four angles, and security did indeed tackle the naked berens running the ball.

Then a year later you all found out it was the first thing they wrote on the season and thus most of the plot orbited around it and it was berens' prime goal and, per him, his entire reason to stay. Which really just. Bundles alllll of 2po's denials before that together into a comical ball that just got double tapped straight through. GEE. I WONDER WHY I CHANGED MY TUNE JUST BEFORE SEASON 15. ITS A MYSTERY, BRAIN.

Which is when we got the butchered omitted finale (which 2po denied, and paid 5k of other people's money to be wrong on) which removed the roadhouse reunions and more (which 2po denied until Dabb tweeted it), and so on.

People like 2po, and the segments of fandom that listen to his consecutively wrong, made up, quantum tunnel of just-as-badly twice-interpreted M&Gs, just say/hear what they want to hear. They will aggressively rekit dialogues, erase context, delete basic realities, or just outright plug their ears and act like either they didn't hear it or they don't understand basic social codes. It's one or the other, and whichever it is, it's never going to make them a reliable leaker or speccer. Because you're not listening to what's actually being said or happening, you're taking one puzzle piece and trying to cram it in the wrong hole to make the picture you want it to make, rather than the picture it's painting.

Gee isn't it funny that Jensen magically had a second new opinion in the exact shot I've been telling everyone he broke and fell into the trashcan during since Dec 2020, along which the can't move on, let go, and other prequel, johnmary, show structure & morals and destiel leaks started flowing. Gee I wonder what that means brain.

like bro one of us had friends design an unofficial panel berens showed up to and took notes from before spilling all the season 15 tea and asking for me by name. The other person has been screaming wrongly into tumblr aggressively for about 5 years. And hoping everyone forgets the fails. SPOT the FUCKING DIFFERENCE.

#2p0 shut up challenge.#seriously dude #read it slowly without trying to win #then delete yourself #just digitally #cuz i worry if you keep doubling down #the end result you'll do worse than digital #save yourself

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letmeinpplease · 1 year

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Neurotypicals be wild, y'all.

My BIL just told me that Kotetsu is a better character than Barnaby because "his style is better, his motivation is better, and Barnaby is a hot mess."

When I asked for clarification on that statement I was basically told Barnaby does things for himself, not really for others, and that he keeps having breakdowns and is emotionally unstable.

"So essentially, you're holding Barnaby's mental illness against him?"

Crickets.

As I've said in previous posts, those are exactly the reasons why I love Barnaby. But it all literally just boils down to "Barnaby is mentally ill and/or neurodivergent."

I love Barnaby because I see myself in him (yep, this is an "importance of representation" post, y'all). I firmly believe my dude has an anxiety disorder, PTSD (obviously), and might be on the ASD spectrum. Barnaby's always been my favorite, but it's only been my more recent watch throughs that I've gotten why.

I have diagnosed anxiety and PTSD. Before I got diagnosed, I would get just as bitchy and uptight as he used to be because I was Anxious and keyed up. Now that I'm getting treated and managing, I feel guilty about how I acted back then when I let myself think on it-- so it's Cathartic As Hell to see that journey validated and reflected in a character like Barnaby, who is inarguably a Genuinely Good, Loving Person at his core. It's so much easier to let the guilt go when I can remind myself "it's not that you were a bad person, it's that you were a teenager dealing with an untreated mental illness alone." It lets me give myself Grace to know that other people have gone through that exact experience.

Barnaby's motivation is literally just wanting to be happy. That's it. I feel like for a lot of people with chronic mental illness, that's literally all we want, and people that aren't mentally ill don't get how unattainable that can feel. We have to do what we can for ourselves when we can. That's why he's "selfish." He's found something that makes him happy (cough, Kotetsu, cough-- whether you view it platonically or otherwise) and he is fighting tooth and nail to keep it.

As for the ASD thing, I saw a post on here a while back arguing for Barnaby being on the spectrum (someone pls lmk if you find it). I kind of wrote it off as a "you do your headcanon fam, not my business" because I related to Barnaby so fucking much, and I wasn't on the autism spectrum. Except after a recent discussion with my school psychologist, I am now on a waiting list to get assessed for ASD.

Now, that's not to say Kotetsu is entirely healthy (let me know if you would like my "Kotetsu is depressed" argument). I just think my BIL didn't even clock that, because it's more subtle.

Genuinely, though, I don't understand how you can watch Tiger and Bunny without seeing Barnaby's mental health journey as integral. I mean, I have my own issues with season 2, but when they showed Barnaby's apartment full of plants, I fucking Bawled. He was happier. He was healthier. He had a hobby. He was Healing.

So yeah, it's a little frustrating to hear that someone literally dislikes a character for providing genuinely good representation for mental illness. Then again, I've now seen the same guy get in two other arguments where he can't see that he's arguing from a place of privilege (one was felon voting, one was a POC representation).

For completeness to the rebuttal: I can't judge the style comment, cause I dress like one or the other on any given day. The vibe is 70s-maybe-queer-man regardless.

#tiger and bunny #barnaby brooks jr #kotetsu kaburagi #taibani #wild tiger #tiger and bunny 2 #representation matters #mental illness #mental health #Ding dong you are wrong #t&b #Barnaby brooks Jr deserves better than this shit #(so do all mentally ill people)#It's so refreshing to see a mentally ill character that isn't fucking demonized #(if you don't get store bought demonization maybe don't make it at home mmmmkay?)

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queenofthearchipelago · 2 years

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Superman and Lois episode 11 season 2! Almost caught up!!!

"You're my son and I love you." YEAH YOU DO. Love a man who loves his son.

Okay so I got sucked into the episode and a lot is going on but mainly I'm just baffled by how hard we're leaning into the boys being right the last few episodes. Clark comes home and tells Jon that they're good, but he still wants to know why Jon didn't tell him about Candace. Jon literally starts his next sentence as if he's about to make a list of things he was thinking and Clark interrupts him after the first point to be like, "But shouldn't your girlfriend have been punished for dealing drugs?" Like, my dude, Clark, let the kid explain what he was thinking. Surely it would have occurred to Clark that Jon has had more than a month (I mean I know at this point Clark didn't know how long he was gone but he does know Jon had a few weeks to think at least) to think about that and he still decided not to give up Candace so can we please just hear him out. Like, Jon was right, Clark just doesn't listen. Clark opens up the space to listen, and then closes it as soon as he thinks!!! Jon has had his say. Which turns out is in ten words or less.

And then with Lois talking to Sarah, like Lois did the parental thing to do I guess, I personally wasn't mad at her. But her son is growing up and this is his first girlfriend and maybe Lois should be letting him fix or not fix his relationship with her. Give Jordan advice, and then let him go take it or not. I understand Jordan being upset, and Lois should maybe probably apologize for this? Like, my opinion is Jordan has a point by being upset that Lois took his phone (for what, exactly? was that punishment for something else or was it actually as random as it seemed?) when he was trying to talk to Sarah about it. And Lois later says that Jordan probably thought he was trying to give her context about their situation to Sarah BUT and I'm like Lois I know you didn't read the texts because that's uncalled for so what does she know how well Jordan was doing? And then she essentially forces him into doing her preferred method of figuring stuff out. Like, I think from an earlier scene Jordan found meaning in writing out the letter but still, he shouldn't have been forced into doing that. Jordan's pretty much valid, is my point here

And I completely get Clark and Lois being upset that both kids are upset about them while Lana is missing, but I think this makes a lot of sense. Jordan has been feeling misunderstood about the Sarah thing from the beginning of the season, and Jordan has been misunderstood this entire show. They can't ignore it anymore, they can't ignore their parent's not prioritizing their emotional needs anymore, even when the world is breaking. Like, when Jon started getting mad about Clark keeping his secret, I got frustrated with Clark for justifying the secret existing rather than realizing that Jon isn't upset about the secret. He's upset at his father's hypocrisy, at his father not listening to him, at Clark not stopping to consider what might be important for him. UGH, this is executed really well, this all feels messy in an actual family kind of way, and the longer it goes on, the less I believe it will be fixed in the family dynamic, which is probably how Jon feels bth

A side thought is that Jordan literally told Sarah that he was going through family stuff and she was like why don't you put me first and then Lois says exactly the same thing, and Sarah's suddenly all understanding about it like what on earth prime is going on here

Wait so Sarah finds out that Lana is gone, glass all over the living room floor and she doesn't call the cops?

I'm happy Sarah didn't take the letter, but I do wanna know what it says

Wait are we actually doing a thing here where we're blaming Clark's secret for ruining everything or something? Because Clark talking to Lana last night is probably the reason she didn't get kidnapped before she did. Clark is right that his secret gives his kids a normal life... the secret is not the problem, right? If you wanna tell Lana about the secret then fine but let's not pretend that the secret is the problem overall

I got invested again, I cannot believe that happened. The last scene... Lana knows. And Clark told her so beautifully. I felt that history I never got to see these actors play out. I might have cried, I'm fine.

Still don't think we should tell Sarah, but my goodness was the Lana of it all gorgeous. I have forgotten all other thoughts.

So there's another hiatus you say?

#superman & lois #superman and lois #s&l #lana lang #lana cushing #clark kent #superman #jon kent #jordan kent #lois lane #thoughtsfromthequeen

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emma-what-son · 2 years

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I must say that im not sure if I’m still as excited to read Tom’s book anymore. I was one of the many people that got a pre-order on Amazon as soon as he announced that he was writing a book. The way the sold it was that he would be sharing stories never told, and his experience growing up on a movie set. Well as a huge HP fan i definitely wanted to read that, how are you ever going to get more gossip, or behind the scenes stories than from an actor that’s as in the movies. But from what I am seeing and reading online, the book talks about him and Emma a lot. Like I know that’s always been a topic people love to discuss since Emma said she had a crush on him when they were children. But man this dude needs to let it go, even if it’s for PR and getting more sells. They might be actually be good friends, “soulmates” or been FWB at some point, but this man is milking it till there is no more left. Out of the many young actors that came out of the HP movies only a few have been able to continue their acting caters beyond HP. Emma, Dan, Rupert, Robert, are probably some of the only actors that had a career after HP at least a productive one. I think both Dan and Robert are the most successful actors that came out of the HP cast. Yeah Dan will always be seen as Harry but he’s been getting great roles in shows or movies lately, and you can tell he’s having fun and he picks what he wants to do. Robert is killing the game, he became the latest Batman, and has a bunch of great roles in his career as well. Both Rupert and Emma have continued their careers even if it’s in smaller roles, or TV shows. I think Tom definitely needs HP to be able to get anything, before the book release when was the last time people talked about him? So I see why he keeps going back to it and Emma. But man I think he probably realized he fumbled the bag, specially if he never dated or even had sex with Emma. After years and years of people asking you if you had anything with her, he probably realized he messed up. And maybe even now if he does want anything with her I’m sure she’s the one that’s moved on from him. Plus I’m not sure how his girlfriend is ok with him talking about her so much, like each time people ask him questions it’s always about Emma. Now after she called him her soulmate it’s going to be worse. She must really love the guy to put up with this crap show. As for Emma she’s definitely trying to make a comeback, but surprisingly she didn’t even promote the book on any of her socials. Which is kinda odd if he’s supposedly one of your best friends. You would think you would try and help to promote it. She’s been a bit more active on social media or Instagram. Posting about Prada, but in sure that’s probably due to contract stuff stating she has to promote the product. And even after that promotion it’s definitely not doing good number for sure. So I’m not sure if Prada will be happy with how little attention she’s getting for the adds and perfume itself. She got more attention for being mentioned in Toms book and wiring the intro. Shes also doing that pickleball tournament next month. I’m sure that’s good PR for her and will hopefully help her image. I think people are losing Interest in her and her career and she’s probably having trouble getting used to it. Unless she comes out with a huge project next year, either a huge movie role, or production project. She’s either going to continue to go downhill or some crazy rumors will end up damaging her career even more.

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Emma is brought up a lot, because he's essentially using her and their friendship to promote the book. I'm sure there's a lot more HP stuff in the book that doesn't involve Emma. It's true that she didn't promote the book in any way. Maybe she thought she'd done enough by writing the foreword lol.

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othercrossee · 1 year

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Denzel ch16 rewrite ramblingggg

So Belph attacked Denzel and they passed out, talking to Lilith. While Lilith is telling them the story and saying she'll help them, Denzel asked if she can also give them their memories back. They're amnesic the moment they came here, that if they died they hope to die with the memories they've made.

Denzel awakens in Mammon's arms, and he's just bawling his fucking eyes out yelling their name, and they're like “chief I'm good, stop crying…your tears are all over my face.” and Belph is like real fucking surprised like no human could live through that!! And Denzel just switched to their demon form and goes “Yeah because I'm not a human bozo.” < friendly reminder that Denzel stay silly even through such times….

At that point, everyone's like questioning shit and Belphs like no way!! While still trying to attack Denzel, but It's immediately deflect by magic made by......a sorceress. Adithya is at the door waving their wand around saying hi, Diavolo is behind them now further explaining shit. He's like so this dude is Lilith descendant, which made everyone even more confused like wdym Lilith descendant is a damn demon.

And now Adithya is explaining shit, like so basically this mfs dad was the god son of Lilith's descendant, so technically they'd count even if their mom is a demon. Also, yeah I designed their demon outfit, cool right? Sorry I didn't say shit, but that's the Adithya business promise.

So they calmed down and shit whatever and Belph is crying, but Denzel do not care, but they're like anyway where's my apology and Belph DO NAWWWT want to apologize for shit. But Denzel is literally bleeding from their nose and mouth, and they do not care if he's venting like uhhh don't care, my apology tonight or tomorrow? And he's just grumpily while still ugly crying says,,,, tomorrow,,,

That night they didn't actually hold a celebration cause Belph is a mess and Denzel is literally THAT close to passing out again. But, Denzel did stay with Mammon that night and yeah they did pass out coldd, and he's just watching over them.

Mammon is thinking about the conversation they had days before, how Denzel told him that they're clearly amnesic and hopefully get their memories back. They feel, with the way their muscle memory works, it seems they had quite the life. (being able to do many works effortlessly like they've done them before, and rather masterfully too)

He didn't tell them during the time, but they could tell he was rather, scared that if they get their memories back they won't 'love' him anymore. That their amnesia is what blinded them into loving him, that they didn't have any choice, that he essentially pushed them into loving him, and if they had their memories back, surely things will change.

They told him that their life here in Devildom, they themself won't change when their memories are back because they are VERY confident in their individuality, and he shouldn't worry too much. Of course, he responded with, “Worry about what?! I'm not worried about anything!” he is, he's worried that Denzel in their full glory can't love him the same way, he thinks this is bullshit, and he should be happy with whatever happens in the future

Now he's just talking to himself, he's talking to them….he's talking about the conversation. How they were right, he was worried alright, and now it's a reality. They have their memories, he's unsure and for once in a long while, he felt horrible for his selfishness, he feels horrible that his greed would want them to remain amnesic. He feels horrible because their happiness was apparent when their memories came back.

“You're so bad at hiding what you feel.” Denzel woke up groggily as hell, a bit mad even that his crying woke them up. He hurriedly wiped away his tears but even through the dim lighting, Denzel could easily see how red his face was, his eyes glimmer in the soft light looking at them, it makes their heart tighten. Mammon is acting tough, acting like they didn't wake up to him sobbing.......that he didn't just cry two times now about them.

He's now beside them in bed, beckoning them to go back to bed. Denzel is trying to talk to him, he's pretending to be asleep, but Denzel continues to talk. “It's nice to be worried about, ya know? I feel flattered that you care about me that much, but it saddens me that you feel this burdened about me, too. ” Denzel continues to talk, they didn't care if he wasn't listening, they just need to let it out. But Mammon is bothered too by what they're saying, It's pissing him off they're putting words in his mouth, they both are. How they both hated being second guessed and spoken for like this.

They're arguing back and forth, apologizing and talking about their feelings with both anger and concern. Denzel ended up laughing, this was so childish, they hated whenever the relationship between them feels tense. Mammon is being the usual Mammon, he's saying shit, and he's acting tough, but Denzel is just so happy.

“Look at us bickering, see? Nothing has changed, Mammon, don't doubt me like that ever again.” they pulled him down, crashing into the bed laughing, pulling him in for a tight hug. He can't be mad, their laugh was something he enjoys, he cannot believe a few hours ago it felt like he could never hear it ever again. He returns their hug with a tight squeeze back, whispering into their neck. “Then don't scare me like that, ever again…please. ”

#z rambles #ME WHEN ME WHEN ME WHEN #im sickkkk but i need tooo #z oc file

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