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#i did entirely too much here for a goof this silly but i had fun doing it LOL#jon kent#jon el#kon el#connor kent#superboy#both of them!#krypto#krypto the superdog#superfamily#superfam#dc#dc comics#dcu#fan art#fanart#art#dcu comics#dc fanart#cowboydraws
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One question I would like to ask: [How do the turtle tots see their papa? (Part 1, because I can't put everything in here)] Do they idolize him as their hero, or as just their jolly turtle dad? You said the kids do end up learning ninjutsu. Dis they discover this by chance and wanted to learn, or did Mikey realized by himself it was a good idea to teach them? Did their perception of their father change because of it? And do they think Mikey it's a good sensei?
They adore their dad and love him very much!
They do idolize him, but just as a loving parent figure. After all, they can't truly envision the silly turtle that sings while cooking their meals in the hero light and they get truly flabbergasted each time Mikey tells them stories of his brothers and their adventures because they always forget their dad also lived them (Will get back to this in a bit, following the order of your ask ;] ).
The kids do know ninjutsu! They are all in completely different levels of it though.
Mikey wanted them to be able to defend themselves in case they ever got themselves in dangerous situations but he never does force them to practice into it more if they don't wish to. Uno and Moja are the ones who get into more advanced training from Mikey when older and they spar with each other and with Mikey constantly (Uno is the one who thought it would be cool of him to get better at ninjutsu, to be like his uncles, and Moja decided to get more training as well only because she didn't want Uno to get a big head about it, she always humbles him if needed be). Yi knows the basic of self defense and only uses her training from time to time just to burn off energy, Odyn trains with her on these occasions. Odyn does Not enjoy training much but he does know the basics of self defense and likes spending time with his siblings to goof around in training.
They do start training ninjutsu because of Mikey talking more about his brothers, Uno was the one who brought the idea of them learning in the first place. When teaching them Mikey always explains that what he's teaching them can harm others and for them to be responsible with it, he just wants them to be safe and to take care of each other. That last thought is something that stays with the kids forever. The kids are brought up in a loving and safe space so Mikey never truly has doubts if teaching them was a bad idea because the kids actually see training as a sort of way where they can burn off excessive energy to have fun and not as something they need to Not Die. The only problem Mikey sometimes has is when they get hurt during training (sprained limbs, moja hitting Uno a bit too hard without meaning to).
The kids perception of Mikey never truly changes from their loving papa, even after learning everything he went through, because they understand where he is coming from (a literal war, being a child soldier, losing his entire family). They love him the same.
The fact that they feel somewhat disconnected from the Mikey of their dad's stories and anecdotes is somewhat of a factor as well. They can't help to just feel like those are completely different lives of someone they know and love because, even after so much tragedy, they look at Mikey and he seems in so much peace now. They are happy for him And are there for him.
Mikey is the best sensei! He makes the trainings fun and actually enjoyable! They love their papa sensei.
The photo April found of Mikey and his brothers has been on their shrine at their home ever since the kids can remember. Since that (April sending Mikey the photo) happened when the kids were fairly small they can't truly remember when it happened BUT babies do sense and react to their parents emotional cues so the kids definitely started crying alongside Mikey as soon as they saw him crying (Mikey had the first ever turtle pile with the babies that day, it was nice). After this Mikey started to cry easily again as he did when younger so the kids are actually used to their dad being an emotional crier (any strong emotion) and hugger/smoocher in general since they grew up with him :'], Odyn is an emotional crier too! just like their dad!
The kids did not know of the way Mikey's brothers died until they were much older and emotionally stable. They grew up with stories of their uncles (visiting Donatello's grave specifically, playing heroes and using their family as characters) and they knew that they had passed on but they only learnt of how they died and the whole backstory (being raised as child soldiers, THE WAR, the way they got murdered, Mikey's solitude time just going around killing bad guys) until they were much older. As one would learn the whole family lore when adult.
Mikey was open about their family story because the kids are family too after all.
When learning all of it the kids were definitely shocked but, again, the view of their loving father didn't actually change in their perception. Yi and Odyn were just So Sad about how tragic the story of their family is. Not surprisingly, Moja and Uno were the ones truly angry at an outside force (the whole foot thing) completely destroying their family in a generational war but there's nothing they can do except be angry for a bit, after all by this time Casey Marie and April have won back New York alongside the revolution, Hiroto is long dead and the generational war is no more. They all cry together and have a turtle pile again that day :']
The kids know there's no more revenge to be had, and that every second they are alive living a happy life with their family is like saying "fuck you. I Win" to the generational war thing and that their uncles would be so happy to know that they grew up safe and in a loving manner.
#I LOVE THESE ASKS AUGH I GO CRAZY ANSWERING EVERY TIME#also sorry if its kinda late of me answering i was planning on drawing smt for it but my hand has been hurting a bit lately :']#ALSO#something i didnt quite put but IM PUTTING HERE#its that#im latino so i grew up with the knowledge that life is a cycle and that death comes for everyone and that its nothing to be afraid of#its just a part of life and somewhat of an old friend#with also the knowledge that loved ones that are gone still look after us from a greater unknown that we will only know when it's our time#so i like to think the kids grew up with this knowledge from mikey as well#its just comforting to think of#fer talks#ask#peepaw and babies au
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For the Not-So-Nice OC asks: Fear and Ghost for Maverik'a and Secret for any OC who has a secret that leans more toward being embarrassing/ridiculous rather than something serious.
Oooooo these are so interesting, thank you so much for the ask!
fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?
I think Maverik'a's biggest fear is failure and not like regular failure, more like failure that may doom the entire galaxy. She's really scared that one day there's gonna be a threat so big that she won't be capable of stopping it, enhance why Valkorion messed her up so much. A lot is expected of her because she's extremely powerful but they are times she doesn't even believe in her own power. She's very open about it with Theron, he's the one that reassures her when she's doubtful. It's not a constant fear but it sometimes weight over her.
ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?
Master Orgus used to talk to her sometimes, his presence was truly comforting to her. Almost like he was still alive. Although he left to fully join the force at some point, she still talks to him even if he's not there anymore. During the KOTXX events, she wished he was there with her to guide her. Each time she's on Rishi, she visits Orgus' childhood home. Aside from that, well there's Valkorion but we know the story.
I've got her backstory written too if you were interested. Some names are missing but most of the info is there! Maverik'a
secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?
Okay silly little secret.. You'd think Rue is a flawless agent, la crème de la crème, no one ever notices her schemes WELL.. she actually goofed ONE TIME. So at that time she didn't work directly for the Empire, she would only work under short term contracts. She was already an excellent agent but she lacked of experience a little so this is what happened.. She needed to intercept an important object for her client but this object was into a smuggler's hands. Her plan was to coincidentally meet said smuggler at a bar/cantina, seduce him and then while he sleeps go to his ship and steal the object. So first part of the plan worked, she kinda had fun, then sneaky her goes to his ship while he ''sleeps'' but then suprise he was waiting for her LMAO. Now she was about to think about a plan B but instead the smuggler offered her a deal ''I only need to smuggle this to my client so I get paid, what happens to him next is no longer my problem''. She just accepted so the mission wouldn't be compromised AND to not be ridiculized to her client. Clever smuggler. Sooooo this is how she met Kaaydan LOL and he's the only one to know about this, he really likes to joke about it and she loooves to remind him that she'll kill him if he ever says a thing to someone else <3 They did work a few times after this, they're good friends (among other things).
It's not finished but here's my girl's RefSheet Rue
Here's the OC ask post
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Falling for the Freak - Eddie Munson Fix-It Fic Chapter 07
Hi friends! I’m so excited to see people joining our little Eddie loving family on here. It’s just so fun. Thank you again, of course, for spending your time reading what I’ve written. It means so much.
CHAPTER SUMMARY: The reader is now dealing with a full out crush on Mr. Munson and has no idea how to handle it. I hope you all are ready for the slowest burn of your life.
WARNINGS: All the fluff. It’s gonna be fluffy and flirty and hopefully a bit silly. Strap in there might be a cliff hanger. Also it is so late here and I have to work at 8am. I’m not gonna proof read this so sorry for any possible typos.
Chapter 7
I had a crush on Eddie Munson. I didn’t have to do anything about it though. I could see him and be friends and talk and goof off with him but that didn’t mean I had to act on my feelings. Sure I was attracted to him, but it was purely physical. It wasn’t like I wanted to be his girlfriend. I didn’t spend my free time thinking about going on movie dates with him. Or going to see Corroded Coffin play a show in the role of the supportive girlfriend. And I most definitely didn’t think about holding his hand. Or touching his biceps to feel the muscles under his skin. Or kissing him. And I most definitely didn’t think about making out with him...
I didn’t do any of those things. Nope. Not one of them. It was just a meaningless, physical attraction. It was puppy love. And I was too old for puppy love, so I would just play it cool and stay friendly.
Ever since I had given him my number on Halloween, Eddie had been calling rather often. We started hanging out pretty frequently. Whenever I could spare a minute between school and work, Eddie and I would meet up. We often would spend time roaming around town. We usually ended up in the woods near Hawkins High. It was quiet and secluded. Eddie joked that I was becoming an honorary client of his weed selling side business. He even showed me the picnic bench that he typically did his deals at.
It took a long time, but Eddie eventually let me come over to his place. He seemed incredibly nervous about it, but once we settled in everything felt normal again. I got to meet his Uncle Wayne, who was terribly kind to me from the moment I stepped through the door.
From that moment on, we started spending more time at his trailer. It was getting too cold to stay outside and my aunt’s house was often too loud and crowded. Eddie eventually confessed that he was scared he was going to fail the twelfth grade again. That was when we decided that I would tutor him in the subjects he needed help with if he taught me how to play guitar.
“You’d really do that for me?” Eddie asked incredulously when I first proposed the idea.
“Yeah,” I said, “come on, we see each other enough. Might as well be productive when we do,”
“You mean we haven’t been doing anything productive this entire time?” Eddie teased. “Dang, I really thought we were solving the world’s problems,”
“Shut it, Munson,” I giggled.
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It was almost Thanksgiving when Eddie called me and invited me to see Corroded Coffin play at a bar downtown. I hadn’t been able to see their last show because of work, but this time, I happened to have the night off and wasn’t buried in homework.
The show took place on Saturday night the week before Thanksgiving. Dustin begged me to take him, but because it was a bar, they weren’t letting anybody under the age of eighteen inside for the gig. That afternoon, I was beginning to feel anxious about it. My anxiety released itself on restless thoughts about what I should wear to the show. I called Robin and asked her to come over to help me with it. She actually laughed out loud when I asked her.
“You think I know anything about fashion?” she said, laughing into the phone.
“You always look cool,” I said, “come on, it’s not that crazy to think you’d know how to put a look together,”
“You should call Nancy or somebody like that,” Robin said. “She’s good with things like that,”
“She’s not going to know how to dress up for a metal show,” I sighed.
“Why are you so worried anyway?” Robin asked. “You’re just going to watch right? It’s not like you’re performing,”
“You’re right,” I said. “I’m thinking about this too much,”
I hung up the phone and then called Nancy Wheeler. She was surprised but agreed to come over. It was awkward at first, but after I explained a little bit, Nancy seemed to understand why I was so concerned about how I looked that evening. She actually was great at putting together an outfit for a metal show. She paired items of my clothing together that I never would have thought to put together. I ended up wearing a flowy black skirt that fell to my shins and an old gray Runaways shirt that I had cropped. Nancy told me to put a pair of fishnet stockings under my skirt and then handed me my pair of leather combat boots. She gathered my hair into a high and loose pony tail and tied it with a sparkly silver scrunchy. Nancy kneeled in front of me as she did my make up. When I saw myself in the mirror, I had to admit it, Nancy Wheeler had done a great job.
“There you go,” Nancy said, stepping back to look at her work. “Let’s see him try to resist falling in love with you now,”
“Oh my God it’s not like that,” I said, blushing.
“Right because we just spent the afternoon getting you ready because you just want to be friends,” she said, rolling her eyes.
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I didn’t see Eddie before he was on stage with Corroded Coffin. The bar was dimly lit except for the stage, which was bright. I was sipping my beer as Corroded Coffin took the stage. They started their set with an original song Eddie had been working on for the last few weeks. They were absolutely on fire. Eddie clearly had worked on his stage moves. He moved like a tiger on the stage even when he wasn’t holding his guitar. About two thirds into the performance, Eddie slipped his guitar over his head and rested it on its stand. He took a sip of the drink he had on the side of the stage and then stepped up to the microphone.
“So,” he said, “a friend spent some time with me a while back and taught me how to perform a slow song. I thought it was impossible to really get into anything that wasn’t a headbanger, but she proved me wrong. I figured we gotta honor her patience in teaching me how to be the best front man the world has ever seen,”
Eddie looked at me as he said this. He smirked and winked at me. Then he turned to Gareth and nodded, who nodded to their keyboardist. I heard a familiar song start and couldn’t help but smile. It was “Alone” by Heart.
Eddie looked a bit nervous as he started singing. But then as the chorus kicked in, he found his groove. Within seconds he was barreling through the song. It was glorious. It was the last song I could’ve ever guessed Corroded Coffin would cover, but for some reason it worked incredibly well. They destroyed the audience with it.
They closed the show with their cover of “Hot for Teacher” and then came out into the bar to greet their audience. Eddie beelined through the crowd to meet up with me. He was sweaty and breathless. Eddie was dressed in tight black jeans with holes in the knees and a white t-shirt he had cout the sleeves off of. Through the holes in his shirt, I could see his entirely bare torso. I had to mentally yell at myself not to stare.
“What’d you think?” Eddie asked, excitedly, pulling the wet curlys off his forhead.
“It was fantastic!” I said. “Your moves are much improved. Especially during that slow song,”
“You really think so?” He asked, leaning his elbows on my high top table.
“Most definitely,” I said. “You went from like a B to an A plus,”
“Oh shit!” he said, smiling widely. “That’s over a whole letter!”
“Now let’s just do that in your math class,”
“Shhh,” Eddie said, “no talk of school tonight. We only talk of my face melting performance tonight,”
“Oh ok,” I laughed.
“For real though you liked it?” Eddie asked, looking at me closely.
“Yeah, for real,” I said, sipping my beer. “I loved it,”
“Good,” Eddie said.
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Eddie dropped me off at my aunt’s house that evening. That was the last I saw of him until later the next week. My parents drove to Hawkins to come visit for Thanksgiving. Most of my extended family also came to visit for the holiday. We had an obsurd amount of food that we never were going to get through, even if everyone took home leftovers.
After my parents had left, a thought popped into my head. I went to Aunt Claudia, trying to give her the greatest puppy dogs eyes she had ever seen.
“Hey,” I said, “Aunt Claudia. You know my friend, Eddie?”
“The one Dusty plays with?” she asked as she washed the dishes.
“Yeah that’s the one,” I said. “He and his uncle weren’t really able to have a big dinner for Thanksgiving. I don’t even know if they had a turkey. Would you mind if I packed up some food and took it over to them?”
“Oh, sweetie,” she said, looking up at me. “That’s so kind. Of course you can do that. Where do they live? I could drive you,”
“They’re in the Forest Hills trailer park,” I said, taking out a container to store the food in. “And it’s ok. I can just bike over there,”
“Honey, it’s dark and cold, and that’s too far anyway,” Aund Claudia protested and then paused. “But you know, how about you just take the car? I’m not going anywhere tonight,”
“For real?” I asked, excitedly.
“The keys are in the cupboard,” she said with a smile.
I packed up what I thought would be enough food for at least three or four people. I had seen Eddie eat, the boy could pack it away. Once I had stashed the food in the car, I slid inside and turned the ignition. After having not driven a car in so long, it felt good to be back behind the wheel.
I made my way over to Forest Hills. It was starting to snow as I drove, which made for slow going. For a moment I got worried because I couldn’t remember what number Eddie’s trailer was. I drove around the lot for a moment and then I heard heavy metal music coming from the one of the trailers near the back. I figured that had to be him.
When I pulled up to the suspected trailer, I saw Eddie’s van parked outside and knew I was in the right place. I took a deep breath, grabbed the food, and got out of the car. I walked up the wooden steps to Eddie’s door and knocked. Nothing happened, so I knocked again. Eventually I pounded three times on the door. Then the music stopped and I heard someone approaching the door. It swung open and then Eddie was standing before me in his Hellfire shirt and a pair of black sweatpants, smoking the last bit of a cigarette.
“What are you doing here?” he asked. “Not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing here,”
“You mentioned the other day that you and your uncle weren’t going to have a Thanksgiving dinner,” I said and then held up the food. “I thought I’d bring you some of ours,”
“You brought me food,” Eddie said, smiling to himself and crossed his arms over his chest. It wasn’t really a question, more of an observation. I still felt the need to explain myself further.
“We had more food than any of us could eat,” I started.
“No need to explain,” Eddie said, holding up a hand to silence me. “I just can’t believe you brought me food.” We both looked at each other for a moment. “Well come in before you get cold,” he said, holding the door open for me.
I stepped inside and Eddie promptly shut the door and locked it behind me. I set the containers of leftovers on the table and pulled the lid off. Eddie took inventory of the stash and then got out two plates. He started shoveling food onto one of them with a spoon and then looked at me.
“Are you gonna eat?” he asked.
“Oh no, I’m stuffed, “ I said. “And it’s for you and your uncle,”
“Well he’s at the plant,” Eddie said, “Are you sure you don’t want at least a little something? Come on, at least eat the mashed potatoes, you can’t say no to that,”
“Fine, scoop out some for me,” I said.
Eddie microwaved the plates and served us both at the kitchen table. I sat picking at my potatoes while he devoured his food, moaning aobut how good it was.
“God, your aunt can seriously cook,” he said. “This is fucking ridiculous. Thank you so much for bringing me this,”
“Of course,” I said with a soft smile. “I didn’t want you to go without eating,”
“You are amazing,” Eddie said, smiling at me. “Like really truly amazing,”
It was a little past nine in the evening when I decided I should probably get back to my aunt’s house. I opened the front door and stepped into a pile of snow of the front steps.
“Oh geeze,” I said, looking out at the white landscape in front of me. My aunt’s car was completely covered and I couldn’t tell where the road was. A lump formed in my throat thinking about driving home in this.
“Oh damn,” Eddie said, “Are you sure you’ll be ok to get home in this?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I’ll be fine,”
I didn’t think I would be fine.
I got in the car and started to pull away from Eddie’s trailer. Within a minute I was stuck in the snow. He came tumbling out of the trailer and walked up to my car.
“Get back in here, you’re not driving home in this,” Eddie said as I rolled down the window to talk to him.
“What am I supposed to do?” I asked. “It’s only going to get worse,”
“Just stay here for a while,” Eddie said.
“They are going to start clearing it until it stops snowing and who knows when that’ll be,” I said.
“So stay the night, it doesn’t matter,” Eddie said. “You aren’t driving home in this,”
We both stared at each other. He looked deadly serious. I rolled my window back up and got out of the car. We walked back into the trailer together and I used his phone to call my aunt. She was worried about me staying the night at a boy’s place, but she was more worried about me driving home in the snow.
“Just be safe,” she said over the phone.
“I will be,” I said.
“Goodnight,”
“Goodnight,”
After I hung up the phone, Eddie set to work at setting up a place for me to sleep. He explained that his uncle slept on the pull out couch, so he set up a pile of blankets and a pillow on the floor in his bedroom. After rifling through his closet for a moment, he pulled out tattered long sleeve cotton shirt.
“You can sleep in this if you want,” He said.
“Eddie,” I said, “thank you for letting me stay,”
“You brought me food,” Eddie said, “it’s the least I could do,”
“But still,” I said, grabbing his arm so he would focus on me. “Thank you,”
“You’re welcome,” he said.
Eddie left me to change into the t-shirt he had given me while he called the plant to check in with his uncle. I pulled off my jeans and my sweater and folded them up. I pulled the black shirt he had given me over my head. The sleeves fell past my hands and the hem landed halfway down my thighs. It bascially was a nightgown on me. I pulled the fabric up to my nose. It smelled so tantilizingly like Eddie that my brain could have melted. As I went to inhale the smell again, Eddie knocked on the door.
“You decent?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I called.
Eddie stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. In the dim yellow light of his room, he seemed to tower in the doorway. Eddie looked lean and strong in his pajamas. His hair was messily falling over his shoulders as he took in the sight of me in his shirt. I suddenly felt rather bare even though everything that needed to be covered was definitely covered.
“You look so tiny,” Eddie said quietly and then shook his head. “My uncle is ok. He said he’s going to come home once the snow stops. They’re all just staying together at the plant until it’s safe. He says you’re welcome to stay here as long as you need and if you want, you can eat his cereal in the morning,”
I smiled, “That’s sweet,” I said. “Hopefully it stops soon so he an get home,”
“Yeah,” Eddie said, chewing on his lip. He was clearly worried about his uncle. Then he looked up at me. “Ready to get to sleep?” he asked.
“Sure,” I said, and then started to pull back the pile of blankets he had set down on the floor.
“What are you doing?” Eddie asked, taking a step towards me. “You’re taking the bed,”
“No,” I said, “that’s too much. You’re already letting me stay,”
“You’re taking the bed,” Eddie said, taking one of the floor blankets out of my hand. “I’m not going to make you crash on the floor after you’ve already gotten stranded here. No, not gonna happen. Get in bed,”
We had a momentary battle of wills with one another and then I slipped under the covers on his mattress. Eddie nodded as he won the battle. He pulled the blankets up over me and jokingly tucked me in. Eddie then turned out the light and slipped under the blankets on the floor.
“Goodnight,” he said. “Don’t let the bed bugs bite,”
“Gross,” I said. “Goodnight,”
I rolled over to face the wall and pulled the shirt up to my nose. Everything aorund me smelled like Eddie. It was musky and strong. There was a hint of sweat and metal mixed in but it was incredibly pleasant and overwhelming. My heart raced as I closed my eyes. I somehow was sleeping in Eddie Munson’s bed while he slept beside me on the floor. I didn’t know how I had ended up in the this position, but a very deeply buried part of me was wildy happy I was here.
Especially when I heard Eddie roll over towards the mattress and ask “Hey, can I tell you something?”
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Previous anon here. I fell victim of characters limit :( I don't know if you've adressed the subject before and if you have I am so sorry please ignore that it: Do you have headcanons about the relationship between Uncle Ned and Alex BEFORE THE SLAP (we know Alex was fangirling over his uncle but girl...your analyses give me life so i'll drink your hc like a dying man would the water of an oasis), and AFTER THE SLAP? Does Alex forgive ? Is it one more trauma to add to his long list ? Love you <3
You know, I've actually never done any Alex & Uncle Ned focused headcanons. A friend of mine requested I do an analysis post of the Uncle Ned episodes like 2 years ago, and I was like "Ok, sure!" and then never followed through, lol. (Also, don't apologize; even if I had gotten an ask like this in the past, I'd still be happy to add to my previous thoughts!)
Alex and Uncle Ned BTS (Before the Slap)
Alex was Uncle Ned's #1 fan from the time he was young. Since Ned knew much more about the business world than Steven and Elyse, visits from his uncle gave Alex the chance to gush about the subject with someone who was just as interested as he was.
The thing about Uncle Ned is that he's SUPER fun and silly and carefree, which is very opposite of how Alex is, but Ned also seems to "get" his nephew really well. Alex is sort of an outcast in his family, but he and Ned can connect intellectually, and I can see that as being important to Alex, especially as a little kid who's considered weird by his peers. His Uncle Ned serves as an example of how someone can take their interest in business and turn it into success.
Though they have fun with their serious conversations, Ned thinks it's important to encourage Alex to broaden his horizons. So, yeah, he'll sit around and talk the stock market and economics for a while, but then he tries to get his nephew to focus on something else. A game of baseball, discussions about movies or music, etc. Ned wants Alex to get out of his head every so often, and he's good at figuring out how to do that.
Alex definitely has a framed picture of Uncle Ned somewhere in his room. Maybe a picture in his wallet, too, to go along with the article about his uncle that he carries around. He takes it out to impress people. "Did you know my uncle is Junior Vice President of the Syntram Corporation? Here's an article and picture of him." Likewise, Ned definitely talks about Alex at his work. "You know what my brilliant nephew said the other day...?"
I'm pretty sure both Uncle Ned episodes contain scenes where Alex and Ned are in the kitchen eating late-night snacks after the rest of the family has gone to bed, and I'd like to headcanon that as being a pattern whenever he comes to visit. The two of them meet up and sit around the table, chatting and eating cereal or sandwiches while they chat about the goings on in their lives. It's Uncle Ned's chance to pick Alex's brain and get the inside scoop on his school and friends and such.
ATS (After the Slap) ☹️
I have a lot of conflicting thoughts regarding how things would play out in the aftermath of "Say Uncle." It really is a bummer that they drop Ned entirely from the show. I mean, the least they could've done is mention him in passing in another episode or something to let us know how he was doing? Like. That episode leaves SO MUCH unaddressed. Does Ned actually go to rehab? Does he get better? Mend the now broken relationship with his family and dear nephew who thought the world of him???
As far as headcanons go, I can go the depressing route or the optimistic route. Depressing route says that Ned tries rehab for a little but doesn't stick with it. The fact that his life has kind of fallen apart around him, coupled with his inability to take things seriously/his need to constantly goof off might lead him to be like, "Why bother with this?" If that's the case, he'd likely only spiral more into alcoholism and continue to wreck his own life. And, being ashamed of how he acted in front of his family, I could see him just running away from it all, going off the grid and cutting contact. Very much a bummer to think about. (And could explain why they never talk about him after that episode)
The optimistic route says that The Slap serves as Ned's firm wake up call that he needs to get his act together. He's horrified that he could do something so terrible, but it pushes him to get the help that he needs. He goes to rehab, gets sober, and puts the pieces of his life back together. With Elyse being established as such a protective, mother-hen type older sister, she keeps in contact and supports him. Eventually, the Keatons are able to get to a place of moving forward and starting a new chapter with Uncle Ned.
I'd really hope that Alex would be able to deal with what happened--talk things through with his parents and eventually Uncle Ned--and forgive Ned. It's clear that they have a special bond, and it's sad to think of Alex losing that. If Uncle Ned truly works on himself and changes, I think Alex would be able to forgive his uncle. In fact, I think Ned might have a harder time forgiving himself for what he'd done than Alex would have forgiving him.
Still, the whole event could end up being added to Alex's Trauma Pile, even if things work out. Having your favorite uncle in the whole world hit you so hard in a drunken rage that you go flying halfway across the room is not exactly something you just easily move on from. And our guy Alex already has a really hard time processing his emotions and tends to latch onto/obsess over things, so he'd probably need some help to work through that. Maybe he talked it over with his therapist at some point during "A, My Name is Alex."
Thanks for the ask! Your line about drinking my headcanons like a man in the desert is one of my favorite things I've ever gotten in an ask. Love you, too <3
#asks#family ties#alex p keaton#apk#there was so much potential in Uncle Ned#it bothers me when shows bring in great characters for just a few episodes & then never speak of them again#like. i know the whole point was probably just ''let's get Tom Hanks to do a couple episodes''#with no intention or ability to keep him as a regular but come on#they didnt even give us closure#*sigh*
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Would you mind sharing your thoughts and process on writing your fic "Sewing Sentiments"? How you came up with the idea, how you began to write it and how it came along? What's the summary?
yes absolutely!
fun fact: this was the original doc title
guess im no longer being shitty!
so i actually wrote out a somewhat plan for the fic in 2019. it was originally going to be a very short, very sweet fic, with no angsty adrien backstory and actually no angst at all! i just wanted a silly fic that was mostly humor and fluff about two dorky co-workers who meet and fall in love. for example, that angsty scene in chapter 8 where adrien accidentally cuts himself and has a panic attack in the hospital bc Trauma? yeah, this was the original planned scene:
i literally had only wanted to write a cute co-worker fic where they goof off and maybe occasionally make out in the back room. but i never wrote the story because i feel like it just...idk, it wasn't Strong Enough as a story, and felt kind of boring to me, because it was a little...too sweet? like it was too easy.
and then i stopped thinking about it.
until i came back to the fandom in 2022, finished a simple suggestion, and realized, fuck...i wanna write that fic. but i didnt know what to do with it, so i kind of just decided that i was going to write the silly fluffy humor fic with no real story or plot to it. because it would've been easy. right?
...and then i suddenly got this random idea to give adrien more depth, sprinkle in some angst and trauma, but tell the story purely from marinette's pov, so that the readers needed to use context clues to guess what happened to him until it's Revealed, and i was like...DAMN. i was on the fence about making it angsty for a LONG time. until i decided fuck it, this is what we're going with, and wrote out an entire detailed plan for the fic in one night. it was purely an impulse decision, and i still was unsure about it while writing, but i am glad i went in the direction i did. the fic feels like it has a much more, idk...impactful story? like sure, it would have been cute as just a silly little humor/fluff fic, but i do like how it turned out.
are there some things i would change? sure. but i'm happy with the fic and it was a lot of fun to work on!
here are some more cute bullet points from the original plan document back in 2019.
(also fun fact: adrien was supposed to wear glasses in this fic, and i completely forgot until it was too late lol)
thanks for the ask! ♥ this was fun to answer
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1. Going to the Beach, requested by @ophelialoveshandsomemen
2022 Summer Blurbs
There was no time for a vacation during a war. You barely had even time to eat, shower, and sleep every day, let alone spend days away from your work. You made sure to take plenty of brakes, just enough to keep yourself from completely burning out.
Poe, however, did not.
He worked himself to the bone, pouring in everything he had for the Resistance. But, he failed to realize that there is a fine line between dedication and overworking yourself. It got to the point when the General refused to give him any more missions until he took a day off.
“You’re no good to us if you’re dead from exhaustion, Dameron,” she had said, squeezing his shoulder with a kind smile. And, for once, Poe listened to Leia’s orders with minimal back talk.
What a coincidence it was that the General just happened to have someone else fill in for you on the same day.
Despite his hesitation to take a break and take a small step back from the war for a day, Poe was beyond excited to spend some uninterrupted time with you. The two of you needed to relax, so Finn and Rey had planned out your whole day for the two of you.
You slept in late, ate breakfast together, and just enjoyed being near each other, without worrying about running off on missions. And then, you were ushered off to the Falcon, with no clue about your final destination.
When you finally landed, you were in awe. As far as you could see, it was warm sand and crystal blue water. It was hot, but different from the sticky, jungle hot you were used to. This was a tropical, beachy heat, that seemed to warm you from the inside out.
Your entire day was spent relaxing and messing around with Poe. You started off in the water, just enjoying the contrast of the cool ocean with the hot sun beating down on you. You simply floated around and pretended that, for a while, there was no war. There was only you and Poe and this beautiful beach.
When you tired of the water, you laid out in the warm sand, letting the sun wick away all of the water droplets on your skin. You were so relaxed you could have fallen asleep, except Poe decided it was time to go back in the water.
This time, however, it was much less relaxing, but no less fun, than the first time. The two of you splashed and squealed and dunked each other under the water, letting go of all of the stress of the war. While you aren’t children, you’re young and this war has been your entire life for so long, you’ve had to be stoic and mature for so long that it was wonderful to act immature and silly for a while.
You’d forgotten how cathartic it could be to act childish, playing around and goofing off with the love of your life, not worried about the possibility of death or separation. For a whole day, the war only occupied a small corner of your brain, when it was typically all you thought about.
Instead, you thought about how much you love Poe and how happy he makes you, and how lucky you were to have him and still have him, even after everything that’s happened. You thought about how lucky you were to get this short opportunity to forget and relax and goof around, when you were typically on edge all of the time.
“I wish we could stay here forever,” you mumbled, soaking up as much heat as you could as you laid out in the sand once more. Poe squeezed your hand, a promise of a repeat adventure, even though nothing is certain anymore.
“Me too, sweetheart, me too.”
#poe dameron#poe dameron x reader#poe dameron x you#poe dameron fanfiction#poe dameron fanfic#star wars fanfiction#2022 summer blurbs
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I hate it when people are like, “Ugh, kids these days are always on their devices.” Even though I do agree that kids these days need more time engaging with the external world rather than the internet, there’s a lot of things you need to consider before you judge WHY kids are on their devices a lot these days.
Who was the one who raised them to be like that? Who was the one who gave them the devices to BEGIN with? My parents didn’t allow me to have my first iPhone till I was in the sixth grade and I wasn’t allowed to have social media until I hit 18. You know what I did before I had my first phone? I read books, played with toys, goofed around outside, and drew silly comics for laughs. But do you know why? Because my parents ACTIVELY ENCOURAGED me to engage in those activities and even joined in! My mom and dad would always read books to me when I was a kid and they even gifted some of their old books to me! If you wanted to ground younger me, you would have to take her entire book collection!
And don’t you dare act like it’s too late for kids and that they’re forever hooked on their iPads! I remember there was this younger girl that I was sort of keeping an eye on because she was the daughter of one of my mom’s friends. She was completely hooked on her iPad and was pretty much either watching CocoMelon(the horror) or playing Roblox. I tried to bond with her by playing, but my device needed to update the app so I ended up drawing instead while waiting. She immediately was interested by my drawing and when I offered her some of my pens and paper, she TURNED OFF HER DEVICE WILLINGLY and the two of us ended up doodling together!
If you make time to engage with a kid and give them another option of fun that doesn’t involve going on their devices, then they’ll be up to it! Make sure it aligns with their interests! Don’t just sit there, whine, and complain on Twitter or whatever that “kids these days are hooked on their devices,”(which is hypocritical of you since you’re literally on a device) and put in time and effort to engage with a kid before you spill your sour raisin juice energy on the younger generators.
Sorry for the ramble, I just needed to get this off my chest. Anyway, if you’re interested, here’s the doodle I made for the girl i mentioned earlier:
(It’s a bit old, but I wanted to add something cute to my rant)
#rants n rambles#cyber rants#kids these days#older generations shitting on younger#gen z stuff#gen z problems#gen z thoughts#gen z
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bnha ep 10-13 I think. oh yeah, the big boss guy, that's what was up. handface. professor facepalm.
(watching OP) author really said "I am going to make a character that is the most hateable little shit. I'm gonna make sure nothing about either him or his design is likeable. gonna put him in a fucking diaper."
-- stg the most mid anime op I have ever seen this many times
League of Villains? not Every Villain Is Lemons?
greninja to the rescue! …did you really have to save him tho?
-- see, not having to listen to mineta in english is like, idk, a third of the battle
they want to kill him because he is batman, yes
oh, he didn't even teleport them far, just to random parts of the dome 'XD
the name does stick : ]
stop giving this guy lines, why does he have lines now
'XD it cuts to three of the villains in the water while Deku's talking and you have two normal-ass-looking people and a fucking Cenobite
k thanks for sharing, worst character
oh stop being generous, froppy, you were always the only way anybody was gonna get off that boat and you know it
"episode 11: game over." well that's cheery. also I saw spy kids 3 recently, dang is that not a good movie but it isn't, like, not fun. they say "game over" so many fucking times tho, I did not remember that and was not prepared for it. fun guessing-game at the end tho where characters keep showing up to fight and only the ones that absolutely shouldn't be here get to have shots of them actually fighting. I wanna see danny trejo punch a giant robot goddammit.
-- ahem. anyway. anime.
…so, todoroki. cool guy. how is a guy this cool in the same show as mineta, anyway?
'XD who is this silly goof? "audio girl used Aimed Kick! dumbass learned Volt Tackle!"
-- jiro and kaminari. got it. also Quiet Metal Gear's quirk doesn't even benefit from her boobs being out, she literally just shat an entire rubber tarp out of her back, which was covered
-- momo, right. also creators please just stop writing teenagers and then Doing This Shit, wtf
"when he overuses his quirk, his brain short-circuits" well that's a problem; he didn't look like he had much dumber to get
nooooo, not hat-n'-clogs D:
six-arm guy's secret ability: really good hugs
bakugo's learning to pretend he's got anything other than violence in his head when somebody calls him on it ("I'm gonna beat up that portal guy! not because he stood in front of me, but because if he's gone, the enemy can't escape"), and I guess that's character development?
he fuckin said the spy kids 3 thing. is that gonna be a thing here, too, have I been bamboozled
also yay for emergency exit makin his exit in an emergency, gotta love it
and now the other guy said it. maybe it's just this episode tho, they've said episode titles a few times
-- "'game over?' what are they planning?" to put sylvester stallone in a giant robot, by the sound of it
im sorry how long has this disaster dome had a bouncy castle in it
walk faster dude you're gonna go poof any second
"we got a Continue" maybe facepalm is just all arcade lingo and that's his deal. maybe his villain origin is that he tilted a pinball table too hard
gotta be at least one or two heroes here who do illusions, right? could be all might isn't even here.
walks right past Thirteen "sorry, Aizawa"
Kirishima. got it. the guy who reminds me of a certain danganronpa character whose name I also forget is Kirishima
o_o dang, this one-punch villain reject goes harder than I expected
-- oh nvm lol he's just a freaky-looking namekian
"the joker is the good guy actually"
-- "he's already figured me out?" elle woods what, like it's hard?
aye, the shonen way. all the chips, right now, they'll either come back later or they won't but that's a problem for a future that won't exist if the present isn't saved.
-- I thought he was gonna blast mojo piccolo to bits, but instead he just blasted off again
…oh damn, I got confused and thought this was ep 13. welp. was figuring on finishing the season this sitting, so here goes
every time this opening starts and it shows deku in the school uniform I think I'm looking at yu yu hakusho or mob psycho or something, and I've never even watched those
jiro asking a libertarian with a hostage why he doesn't have a job, like that's a good idea
not missing the fact that we're seeing a villain stimming btw : /
-- "these casuals are wrecking me, all might OP, plz nerf!"
"it might be the case that I can't move right now, you warthog-faced buffoon" (geddit, might)
holy shit it's mccrassidy overwatch how in fuckaroo did they get the rights to him
there's that spy kids 3 nonsense again
probably ain't much more dangerous than a villain who learns from his defeats and doesn't take it out on his underlings. wassit called, the Evil Mastermind List? that.
CAT PERSON. …the bell is a little much tho
deku: literally exists bakugo: "and I took that personally"
ayup. next season next time. maybe with less of a break between, but fucked if I ever know when I'm gonna do what. : |
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Have you ever had an odd moment when rereading/rewatching a story you love and get that feel like you're reading fanfiction?
I'm currently reading Bleach for the first time since watching the anime and, the missing bits from the manga kinda hit different.
It's like the world feels a little more lived in with the way characters emote and goof around. A lot of fun characterization gets lost.
Like Rukia, she wasn't my favorite character, in the anime, she felt like a motherly/older sister type of figure. Sure she does have her silly doodles and her love of bunnies but I got the vibe of action girl with like 2 quirks.
The manga on the other hand, an old man almost scams her, a celebrity absolutely scammed her and she sold out Ichigo. And she's "researching" human culture via horror manga lol.
It just let me see a bit of why the entire bleach fan base is overly protective of her. (It's still a bit scary, but what can you do?) Knowing her backstory already, it's like she's been stressed out over dramatic changing in her life and Rukia finally had a chance to slow down and relax.
And that's something that fanfiction let's readers indulge in. Seeing characters you enjoy goof around and take a breather.
So it's kinda nice to see. 😊
I'm not quite sure I agree with the comparison to fanfic, but it is certainly true that the Bleach anime did a real hack-job on Rukia's character.
I know that it's easy to dismiss the "Studio Pierrot screwed up Bleach!" as a shipper's complaint, because Studio Pierrot absolutely screwed up the minor bits of romance that Bleach actually contains, but the fact is, they screwed up a lot of other stuff, too.
It's really weird, because so much of the time, it's just literally for no reason? @star-snail started to do a really nice analysis of this once, and got exhausted one episode in (I encourage you to read their thoughts on it this sideblog). One example that really sticks with me is that they made Rukia show up earlier in the episode, while Ichigo is interacting with a ghost, whom Rukia ignores. You might say "who cares?" but then that ghost gets eaten by Fishbone, and the end effect is that one of the first things we learn about Rukia is that she's bad at her job.
Another example is this asshat, wholly an invention of the anime:
T(thanks Bleach Wiki for the pic, since I refuse to waste energy on this guy). If you don't remember him, good for you. He shows up in the Memories in the Rain storyline to "help" Rukia and Ichigo fight Grand Fisher. Here is a short list of what's wrong with him:
In the manga, Kubo really slow-plays revealing anything about Soul Society or other Soul Reapers. Take a look at these shots-- the first Rukia thinking about Kaien's death while Ichigo fights Grand Fisher, the second is the first glimpse we see of Byakuya and Renji being sent to apprehend Rukia. Look at the composition, the care Kubo took to make these scenes mysterious and intriguing. Now look up at that guy.
He claims that he was two years ahead of Rukia in school and that she was known as a Kuchiki princess? a) of all, this makes no damn sense because Rukia left school when she was adopted. b) she was only there for 2 months and she was a freshman? Why would this guy even know her? More importantly, though, in the manga, we don't find out that Rukia is Soul Society royalty until Byakuya and Renji show up. Instead, the anime blows all that build-up and dramatic tension by just having this dude... blurt it out? Also, he implies that maybe she was spoiled and stuck up at school? We know nothing about Rukia's life in Soul Society at this point, so as the viewer, we just take this information for granted and... for what? What were they going for?
Memories in the Rain is a story about Rukia allowing Ichigo to fight for his honor, despite Kon begging her to intervene. It's a mysterious fight that is an allusion to her trauma at killing Kaien, and it's a really important character moment, telling you what kind of person Rukia is. Having some other guy there disrupts all of that.
He's gross and makes a bunch of jokes about Rukia and Ichigo being together. Again, for what??
Another bit in the anime that gets re-arranged for absolutely no reason is Prelude for the Straying Stars, the flashback where Renji, Momo, Izuru and Shuuhei are attacked by Hollows during a school training exercise. In the manga, Renji explicitly says they've been at school for 2 months. In the anime, they change it to 6 month. In the manga, the training exercise is to go perform konsou in the Living World, in the anime, it's this elaborate thing with dummy Hollows. In the manga, one person is killed and two are injured, in the anime, there's a slow pan over a group of student corpses, dripping blood. Mostly, I am just mad about this because I tried to write a fanfic about it once and I couldn't figure out any of the details and it made me really mad and I never finished the fanfic. Also, they skipped this for some reason, how dare they.
On the other hand, the anime does include a lot of little character scenes that are great! Ikkaku training Renji! That Academy flashback episode and A Star and Stray Dog, Rukia and Renji's origin story, both contain a lot of extra scenes, which are really nice!
People complain about the anime filler arcs, too, but to be honest, the vast majority of the Karakura kids being pals is from filler. If you have ever enjoyed a story where Rukia is hanging out with Ichigo in Karakuratown after getting her power back, it's not canon!
To be honest, I really like the aspect of Bleach that you can really just pick and choose what you want to be canon. Filler arcs, the movies, the light novels. People on the internet will try to argue that you must accept such-and-such, Kubo approved it, or whatever, but you don't have to accept shit. Zabimaru will only ever be a nue to me, no matter how many people tell me that there was an omake where Kurotsuchi offered to change their gender. I don't care.
Anyway, I'm glad you read the manga, Anon, because, personally, I think it is straight-up better. Rukia is a goddamn dirtbag delight.
#did i answer the question?#i don't know#was there a question?#imagine not reading the manga#imagine not knowing that renji puked on kira's parents grave#I am purposely ignoring the dig at Rukia stans b/c that has not been my experience in the fandom at all#and maybe you just need to curate your social media better
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Meeting and Dating Andrew Clark
(Not my gif)(Requested by @mpmarypoppins )
(I’m sorry this took so long! It took more work than I was expecting!)
- You technically met Andrew after the two of you were placed in the same class though; since you weren’t in the same social circle, you didn’t talk to each other. Well, you didn’t talk to each other until the teacher was late to class one day; something quite common for said teacher, and the delinquents who sat behind you decided to pick on you.
- Usually, it really didn’t bother you. You’d ignore them and the teacher would arrive and they’d be forced to shut up. But Andrew wasn’t used to that sort of thing and he certainly didn’t like it so when the goons started to berate you, he turned around and told them to shut up.
- They made a smartass retort back at him but did as he said, settling in their seats just as the teacher finally showed up. Throughout the rest of the class, the two of you took turns sneaking glances at each other and pretending like you weren’t when the other happened to look.
- Neither of you mentioned the event to each other and you’d figured that that was the end of it. And for the time being it was, but a few days later that wouldn’t be the case.
- Once again, your teacher was late and the assholes who sat behind you began their familiar attempts at bothering you. You caught Andrew glancing back at you, watching to see your reaction; you’d assumed, before he finally turned fully around and told them to knock it off …though this time they didn’t.
- The ringleader of the group made a comeback, turning on the boy and asking “what he was going to do about it”, prompting Andrew to stand up, threatening to “wipe the floor with” them.
- The boy stood up as well, grinning as he made a comment about the two of you dating, and subsequently an obscene remark which made your face turn hot. Before you knew it, the two boys were one the floor, Andrew pushing the kid to the ground, asking if he was finished and demanding he apologize.
- He released the boy after a moment and they straightened themselves out, stumbling backwards without saying anything, hoping to dodge the extra humiliation of saying they were sorry.
- You saw that Andrew was about to say something; most likely once again telling the boy to apologize, so you delicately grabbed his arm and told him it was fine, thanking him for sticking up for you.
- He eased up as the other boy and his group of friends made their exit, turning to you more calm then before and asking if you “just let them do that to you”.
“Nothing much I can do. If I say something they’ll just keep doing it because they get a rise out of me.” You explained.
“If you don't fight back they’ll just keep bothering you cause you’re an easy target.” He insisted.
“I’ll be an easy target but I’ll also be boring. The only way to win is to wait it out and let them get bored.” You replied, turning through your notebook a bit uncomfortably.
“No.” He shook his head.
“What?” You asked, furrowing your brows in confusion.
“No,” he replied. “They bother you again, you tell me. I’ll handle it if you don’t want to.”
- His offer made you smile but proved to be unnecessary as the boys moved seats and refused to say anything to you after that day.
- The two of you hadn’t talked in a few days so it sort of shocked you when he approached you in the hall and struck up a conversation, asking how things were to which you were able to report that the guys had left you alone.
- He gave you a small smile and a “that’s good, that’s good” before going quiet for a moment. You were about to say goodbye until he turned to you and told you about a party that one of his friends was having, suggesting that; maybe, you’d like to go before offering to pick you up.
- Taking your only chance to attend a real highschool party; and spend more time with one of the most popular and handsome boys in school, you agreed, writing down your address for him and returning his smile as he said goodbye.
- As it turns out, parties aren’t really your thing and surprisingly not his either. The two of you ended up spending most of your time sat outside, talking in the dark and nursing cheap beer.
- You’d been telling him a story when you noticed that his eyes were locked on you. You’d dismissed it for a while before you turned and met his eyes, your story quickly becoming meaningless and trailing off into thin air.
- You watched as his eyes shifted down towards your lips, pausing there before he began to lean in. You began to lean forward as well, tilting your head so that he could connect your lips properly.
- The two of you shared a long, soft kiss before you pulled away, a warm, fuzzy feeling filling you as you took notice of the lovestruck sorta look on his face. The two of your faces lingered close to each other’s for a moment, neither of you wanting to pull away.
“You should probably take me home, it’s getting late.” You whispered.
“Do you want to go home?” He asked quietly.
“No.” You smiled, laughing softly.
- A small smile found its way onto his lips as well before he leaned in again, kissing you with a bit more fervor than before, his hands tightening their grip on the jacket; his jacket, that you were wearing.
- Cliques and stereotypes be damned. He loved you and he sure as hell wasn't letting you go if he could help it.
- He’s been taught to be a gentleman so he keeps his pda light and innocent. He doesn’t need the entire school watching him shove his tongue into your mouth.
- Soft kisses.
- Handholding.
- Temple, forehead, and head kisses.
- Attending all of his wrestling matches and cheering him on. He always seeks you out in the crowd and shoots you a smile.
- He’s prone to trying to show off and impress you. Taking off clothes, flexing, athletic tricks, acting tough; whatever he thinks will get your attention.
- Giving him genuine, meaningful praise.
- Shy compliments from him. Sometimes, he gets genuinely awestruck over how pretty you are.
- He doesn't use too many nicknames, maybe a babe here and there but otherwise he just calls you by your name. He thinks pet names are sorta silly though he cant help but smile when you use them on him; as long as its in private.
- He insists on escorting you to class. It’s certainly useful, the hallway crowds all but part like the red sea for him and his Varsity jacket.
- Your books? In his arms. Your entire body? In his arms. Hey, he’s got muscles for a reason; he’s gonna put them to good use!
- Getting used as a human dumbbell. It’s somewhat scary yet fun though you’re pretty sure he copes a feel every now and again.
- If you ever have any food you don't want just slide it over to him. You don’t even need to say anything, he’ll grab it and kiss you on the cheek before you can anyways.
- He fiddles with things when he’s bored so expect to just randomly feel him playing with your hair or witness him doing something adorably stupid in an attempt to entertain himself.
- Playing finger football and other hand games in class/lunch.
- Dancing together.
- He loves having you right by his side. He’ll literally pull your chair closer to his while you’re sitting in it just because he wants you as close as he can get you.
- Sharing inside jokes and secret smiles with each other.
- He’ll either lay between your legs and lean back against you, his head on your stomach/chest, or he’ll lay his head in your lap and let you mess with his hair. He “secretly” loves when you play with it.
- You usually cuddle with your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around you. He’s sorta not used to cuddling so it’s gonna take a little bit of time for him to warm up to really snuggling with you.
- He hasn't really figured out who he is yet. He’s an amalgamation of everyone he’s ever had to listen to so you’re gonna have to try and help break him out of that, and become his own person.
- A part of him yearns to feel accepted and that’s going to cause him to do whatever he can to please you, unless, perhaps, it goes against pleasing his father. It’s just something he does without really thinking about it so you’ll have to sort of keep that in mind since you don’t want to take advantage of him.
- Going out and acting like idiots, living in the moment and actually enjoying yourselves instead of worrying about what other people think.
- Being there for him to rant to when he needs.
- Helping him study so he doesn't fall behind in his academics while trying to excel in sports.
- Wearing his jacket. He thinks you look adorable when you put it on and will always toss it to you when the weather gets cold.
- He’s hot blooded so if you get cold then just move in closer, he never minds. Either that or throw on the clothing that he’s pulled off of himself.
- Being invited to the “popular” parties, even if you really aren’t yourself. He’s not a big fan of them but you being there makes them more bearable.
- Becoming friends with the members of the breakfast club, specifically Claire since she’s in the same clique as Andrew and you wind up hanging out in the same places.
- He genuinely likes you for you. You may think that you have to change something about yourself but just know that he loves you either way, whether you do change it or not.
- He thinks you’re the greatest. Even if other people see your actions as “nothing” or strange, he finds them endearing.
- He’s always willing to fight to figure out what's wrong, pushing you to talk even when you try to defensively push him away. Instead of judging or trying to give you halfhearted advice, he just relates and makes you feel accepted.
- Carnival/theme park dates. He likes taking you places where he can win you prizes and the two of you can spend the day goofing off.
- Arcade dates but the cool kind.
- You know how hard it is to strip off clothes and makeout with his layered fucking circus act? Man has on like five shirts at a time. He’s immune to strip poker and pussy.
- He sorta acts like your father. He’s been conditioned into acting the way he does, behaving like he’s a teacher/parent and telling people what to do, repeating the same dribble that he’s been told. In some ways its endearing, in others its infuriating and sad.
- He isn't too keen on introducing you to his parents and you understand why. You don’t take offense, knowing that he isn’t keeping you away because he’s ashamed of you.
- Making sure to step in and ensure he doesn't beat peoples asses. You’re one of the few people he listens to when he’s angry.
- He gets extremely jealous, particularly when he knows someone has a thing for you. And when he gets jealous, he has a habit of getting aggressive; either threatening or full on fighting guys when they don't back off.
“You don't talk to her. You don't look at her. You don't even think about her.”
- Overprotective; he’s always ready to jump to your defense even when he really doesn’t have to.
- A lot of your fights are due to outside pressures. He’s constantly under a lot of stress so fights can erupt at any time, even if neither of you mean for them to happen.
- He just loses it, sometimes throwing an insult/harsh word or two at you that he doesn't mean. After he has some time to cool down he feels absolutely horrible and chides himself for being such a jerk.
- He might show up at your house or try to approach you at school the next day but its up to you on whether you'll just take him back. He’ll ask to talk to you and tries to offer a genuine apology whenever he’s in the wrong.
- Quiet, earnest “I love you’s”. He’s sort of shy about saying it but you can certainly tell that he means it when he does.
- You don’t really talk about the future all too much but he’ll occasionally bring it up. He certainly wants to marry you. He’s praying that you want the same and that you’ll end up being his highschool sweetheart.
#the breakfast club imagine#the breakfast club x reader#the breakfast club headcanons#the breakfast club headcanon#80s movie imagine#80s movie imagines#80s movie headcanons#80s movie headcanon#andrew clark imagine#andrew clark headcanons#andrew clark headcanon#andrew clark imagines
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classmate!sunghoon
pairing: classmate!sunghoon x female reader
genre: fluff, comedy
description: you felt like park sunghoon was way, WAY out of your league... what happens when the teacher tells him to move seats and sit next to you?
*didnt proofread
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becoming friends with park sunghoon was not something you expected to happen this year
throughout high school you had a small group of friends and never really stuck out
so when your teacher told sunghoon to move seats..
the seat happened to be the empty one next to..
guess who *cue the evil laugh*
YOU!!!!
your first thought was
‘this entire year is just gonna be him completely ignoring my existence or awkward interactions’
now you’ve heard of park sunghoon.... its basically a guarantee at your high school
he has this group of friends and theyre labelled as the popular kids i guess you could say
and the only reason he had to move seats in your two hour long class was because he and his friend jake goof off in class too often and your teacher deemed them “too distracting”
so eventually sunghoon was forced to move all the way across the classroom
right next to you
you were shocked to say the least
obviously he was handsome
too handsome to the point where you questioned how someone as good looking as him went to your school
he sighed and got up from his chair next to jake
but he still had a small smile remaining on his face indicating he wasnt that upset about him having to leave his friend
your heart began to beat quicker automatically as he walked towards your desk
even if you didnt have a crush on him like alot of people did, you still felt nervous around popular students like him for some reason
he ran his hand through his hair and sat down next to you, setting his bookbag on the floor next to him
he didnt look at you, nor acknowledge you
Awkward....
but nonetheless the lecture began again and the class sat in silence
taking notes on their laptops or sleeping
there were around 30 people in your class and your seat was in the middle row next to the window so you often gazed outside from the 2nd floor during class
you glanced to your right and noticed sunghoon slouched back in his seat, twirling around a pencil in his hand while his laptop remained open on his desk
it was just a white screen so he didnt take any notes
you were surpised because you knew he had fairly decent grades
you ignored your thoughts and continued taking your own notes
soon enough the bell rang and sunghoon stood up immediately and walked over to jake
‘yup’ you thought. ‘we are definitely not going to be having a single conversation this year.’
fast forward a couple days!!!!
you were sitting in class next to the boy
as normal
and you still have yet to talk to him.. mainly because you never initiated conversations ESPECIALLY when its a really really cute boy
anyways
ur teacher is like
Ok class im assigning a project and ur partner is the person sitting next to u
yay!!!!!! (can u sense the sarcasm)
welp
you sit in silence while everyone in the class starts discussing with their partners
the project is you have to make a presentation on a world issue of your choice
“um...” u start
sunghoon starts pulling out his laptop and binder
“what do you wanna do?”
he doesnt even look you
well!!!!!!
u didnt know sunghoon and his group of friends very well but u definitely thought they were more... friendly than this
its silent for like 5 seconds
“huh? oh sorry did you say something?”
“uh yeah.. i asked what you wanted to do for the project.”
“project?”
God u tried so hard not to laugh
you think he noticed because his cheeks turned a really light shade of pink
he looked so innocent
“yeah we have to make a presentation” you lightly chuckled
he was very amusing without even trying
“oh sorry haha.. i zone out easily”
“its okay.. but its due in less than 2 weeks so”
so you two spent the next hour choosing a topic and working on the project
it was kind of awkward for the first 10 minutes but then you warmed up to eachother
u were lucky that he was an extrovert too
(sunghoon is an extrovert for the sake of this story OK)
u were also lucky that he was smart
it was easy for you to talk to him.. he just felt comfortable
contrary to ur prior belief.. sunghoon was actually a really really cool guy
u used to think he was just a guy
now u think hes a really really cool guy
“can you please stop putting penguin clip art on the slides” you giggle
then he puts parrot clip art instead
“do your work!!!!” he was supposed to keep researching but he was trying to balance his pen on his nose
“shhh y/n... im doing something important.”
you roll your eyes
he was always doing something that was Not work
but you found it entertaining
and he’d make dumb little jokes that made you both hide your faces in your arms on top of the desk to hide your laughter
“hey y/n”
“what”
“what do you call an old snowman”
“i dunno.. snowgramps”
“no.. water”
you both made eye contact before bursting into laughter and then forcing yourselves to be quiet before u got in trouble
but that made everything funnier so you both were just covering your faces while trying so hard not to make a sound
this was so weird
u have never clicked with someone so fast before it honestly felt exciting
you were talking to sunghoon as if you’d been friends with him since birth
Very Very weird because you had only talked to him an hour ago and now u two are acting like besties ?!?!
jake noticed from across the room too
hes like ‘Why is sunghoon having fun without me🙄🙄’
the bell rings and so far you only have 2 slides
“we didnt get anything done” you note as you pack your bag
“yeah yeah i know. we can work on it more tomorrow”
“right.. see you tomorrow” you’re about to head out until jake walks up
“hey bro” he and sunghoon do some kind of made up handshake before he turns to look at you
now you know jake
everyone knows jake
you used to think he was the sweetest out of all their friend group
and he definitely lives up to that!!!
“hey y/n!” he gives u a smile
AWE hes so adorable
“hi” u reply
you were trying to speed up this conversation though so you could go eat lunch with your friend
“hows the project going?” he asks
“bad. sunghoon doesnt know how to do anything.” you deadpanned jokingly
sunghoon looks at you with an offended look that makes you wanna snort
“hey! you’re the one who doesn’t know how to add text to the slide!”
“what the hell sunghoon?! don’t tell him that, it’s embarrassing!” you give him a dirty look before walking out the classroom door with a smile on your face
days passed and you and sunghoon would only speak during that class but whenever you did it would be a mess
“sunghoon, y/n, quiet down! there is no reason for my classroom to be this loud!” your teacher scolds you two after sunghoon slapped his desk after you accidentally snorted
u two had such a weird relationship
u were almost strangers outside this one class but besties when u were in it
jake noticed too
one time he asked sunghoon during lunch why ur relationship was what it was
“i dont know.. thats just how we are” he answered
but jake kind of suspected sunghoon had a crush on u
*wiggles eyebrows*
it had only been a week but jake was determined to set u up together
“y/n you look cold, heres sunghoons jacket!”
“y/n sunghoon needs help with his homework, can you maybe do something about that..”
“sunghoon, y/n looks sad go give her a hug”
needless to say it worked!!!!
because a week after you presented your 2 weeks worth project
sunghoon asked u on a date
YUPPPPPP
let me recite how it went
u were walking out of class together because jake wasnt there that day
sunghoons bookbag was slung over one shoulder and u were stood next to him with both hands on ur straps
“hey.. do u wanna maybe go grab something to eat with me for dinner..? or something” he quickly asked
“what, like a date?” you joke
“uh.. yeah” he replied looking down at u
u stop in your tracks
WHA
No way
“wait what? seriously?” you look up at him with wide eyes
“yes u little munchkin” he pinches your cheeks exaggeratedly and pulls them to make your face sway everywhere
u swat them off so fast
“um.. okay” u answer and ur face heats up
you cant even look him in the eye
like u cant say u DIDNT see this coming but it was still a shock
“awe is y/n blushing” he teases
“go away stupid”
yeah he doesnt go away
ANYWAYS u are the cutest couple ever
everyone wants to be u two so bad!
couple goals literally
jake is so proud of himself honestly
whenever u get into a silly little argument his rebuttal is always
“remind me who got u the best boyfriend ever? thats right, me. dont try me y/n”
and ur like
“ooohhh jakey im so scareddd”
he cannot stand u
but Yeah sunghoon bestest bf ever
takes u on dates whenever u want to
makes u laugh very much
almost too much
and ur parents LOVE him
mhm sunghoon very awesome guy
#sorry this one was short and quick#cries#enhypen#enhypen imagines#enhypen x reader#enhypen scenarios#enhypen jake#enhypen sunghoon#sunghoon#enhypen blurbs#enhypen drabbles#enhypen headcanons#kpop#kpop imagines#kpop scenarios#enhypen reactions
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Gotham’s Ticklish Prince
This started out as a headcanon, and then it spiraled out of control. You’re welcome.
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One day Bruce Wayne makes headlines. This isn’t surprising, or even noteworthy. He’s always making headlines for some silly nonsense he does as Bruce, to draw attention away from Batman. What is surprising is when he walks into the Hall of Justice and sees his face smiling back at him from about 10 different magazines strewn all over the meeting table.
Specifically, he sees himself curling inwards, eyes crinkled, nose scrunched, mouth stretched into a wide surprised smile as Mike, his date to last night’s gala, stands behind him. Thankfully, Mike’s hands are out of frame so no one can tell from the picture that he’s squeezing Bruce’s sides from behind.
“Oh look.” Arthur says, coming out of nowhere with a shit eating grin on his face. “Gotham’s Ticklish Prince decided to show his face.”
If Bruce didn’t have years of training and self discipline under his belt he would have flushed.
A Different magazine comes flying at him and smacks him in the stomach before he can even blink. Bruce catches it on reflex and looks down, only to be met with the headline “Gotham’s Ticklish Prince Has A New Squeeze” and, to his internal horror, it shows a picture snapped about two seconds after the first one. Bruce is clearly laughing in delight as Mike squeezes his sides, in full view of the camera. Several smaller pictures are beneath it, catching Bruce as he latches onto Mikes hands, turns and leans in close to tell him to stop. He didn’t have to flip to page 4, where the story apparently continued, to know what other pictures they surely got. Mike hadn’t stopped after one squeeze, and Bruce was too into character, and for once too unaware of any paparazzo nearby, to make him stop.
He knew he should have skipped the gala last night. Getting only 3 hours of sleep over the course of 4 nights and then slipping into his Bruce persona was always risky. Normally the two whiskies he had wouldn’t affect him at all, but the exhaustion plus the fact that he liked this Mike guy and was feeling comfortable and loose, clearly created a perfect storm. He remembered Mike sneaking up on him, he remember his guard being down just enough for it to catch him unawares and cause a reaction. He remembered how good it felt, but he won’t be letting himself go there. No. No thank you.
What he didn’t remember was the paparazzi being right there.
Or what would happen when those pictures surfaced at HQ.
Bruce finally looked up from the front cover of the Gotham Globe and was met with identical smirks from Arthur and Clark. Well, that explained the newspaper smacking him in the stomach earlier.
“It’s a character.” Bruce said, voice flat as he tossed the magazine onto the conference table. It wouldn’t help his situation if he tried to throw it out or look like he was hiding something.
“Right.” Clark didn’t sound like he was buying it at all. “So you knew you were being recorded. That’s why you put on such a convincing act.”
Recorded?
Recorded?!
Again, Bruce didn’t outwardly react at the news, but inside he was curling into a ball, ready to wither and die at any second. They fucking got that on video?
Naturally, the huge screen on the wall clicks on at the moment, showing a video of Bruce doing something on his phone. He had actually been playing some asinine game as he waited for Mike to come back from the bathroom. Bruce Wayne couldn’t be caught doing anything more than slicing up fruit on his phone, after all.
“I see Victor’s here.” Bruce says dryly, as though his eyes aren’t glued to the screen. His face remains impassive, but inside he’s once again screaming for his past self to turn around as Mike comes into frame behind him. He’s so busy watching Mike smirk and start sneaking up behind him (and, really, how did he not notice this last night? The guy is being so damn obvious about it.) that he doesn’t notice Clark and Arthur inching closer to him on either side.
Bruce feels a hand latch onto either of his sides just as Mike reaches forward and does the same on camera. Thankfully, Bruce’s guard has been up since he first saw his goofy face smiling back at himself when he walked into the room, so he does nothing more than cock an eyebrow and look at first Arthur, and then Clark.
“It’s a character.” He repeats, ignoring the staccato squeezing at one of his worst spots.
“I’m not going to react like he does, even though this tickles like hell. Bruce Wayne is an airheaded goof ball. Batman might be ticklish, but he doesn’t let it show--what the fuck?!” Bruce looked down to see a glittering gold rope wrapped innocently around his ankle. “Diana! What the hell?! I’m going to--” He cut off, clamping his mouth shut as he felt words trying to spill out. Words he most definitely did not want to say in the present company.
“Going to what, Brucie?” Diana asked, smirking as she held the lasso of truth in her hand. Bruce glared daggers at her, lips clamped tightly even as the squeezing on his sides turned to wiggling fingers and, to his horror, he felt his resolve breaking.
“I’m--” Bruce huffed, biting his lower lip to keep from both speaking and laughing. “--I’m going--” His mouth was trying to curve into a smile, but Bruce was nothing if not stubborn and refused to let it happen.
“We’ve almost got him.” Arthur smirked, venturing a little lower and pinching just above Bruce’s hipbone.
Clark noticed the jolt that caused and immediately followed suit on his side.
“I’m-Going-To-Pretend-To-Hate-all-of-you-to-keep-up-my-image.” Bruce was forced to say, as he finally caved and latched onto Arthur and Clark’s hands. Not that it did him any good. He might be The Batman, but outside of his suit he didn’t stand a chance against Superman, Aquaman and Wonder Woman, if she decided to get more hands on.
“You don’t actually hate it, do you.” Clark marveled, giving that spot above his hipbone another gentle pinch. Thank God for his super hearing, because without it he probably would have missed the squeak Bruce let out.
“I-” Again, Bruce was trying to clamp his mouth shut, but it wasn’t very effective since his mouth was stretched into a wide grin. “I have an image to maintain!” It was supposed to come out as a growl, but instead it sounded more like a whine as Bruce’s dam broke and laughter started pouring out of him.
“Well, if you’re trying to maintain the Ticklish Prince of Gotham image, you’re doing a fantastic job.” Arthur mocked him, now fluttering his fingers up and down Bruce’s side rapidly.
Bruce was lost to the laughter, something that hasn’t happened to him since he was a kid. He began backing up, trying to back away from the tickling fingers flying furiously up and down both sides of his body. Absently, he noted that Diana must have let him go because he didn’t trip over the lasso as he tried to get away. He did, however, back himself into the wall without realizing it since his eyes were squeezed shut as he tried to contain the wild laughter pouring out of him.
“Fahahahack!” Bruce cursed himself as Clark and Arthur boxed him in, each still tickling away. Clark was now experimenting with Bruce’s stomach while Arthur, the bastard, was worming his way under Bruce’s arm.
They let him try to defend himself for a minute, wordlessly taunting him as they both danced around his arms with half-hearted attempts to get at his armpits. Finally, Arthur spoke up. “Clark, do you mind doing something about these?” He asked, tracing his fingertips gently up and down Bruce’s forearms. Bruce was well and truly gone if even that tickled like hell.
“Wha-” Bruce asked, laughter starting to die down as he got a short break. He cracked his eyes open, realizing for the first time he had been hunched in on himself, arms clamped down tightly, trying to protect as much of his sides as he could.
“Oh, it’d be my pleasure.” Clark grinned. Lightening fast, he grabbed up Bruce’s wrists in one strong hand and pinned them to the wall above his head. Bruce’s eyes widened comically, too far gone to have any hope of controlling his facial features.
“Hey now.” He said, voice breathy as caught his breath. “You’ve had your fun.” Instead of the gravely voice they’d come to expect, Bruce’s voice was closer to that of his alter ego Bruce Wayne’s now. Nearly high pitched, and just short of panicky as he flexed his arms against the steel grip they were in.
“Tell me Bruce,” Arthur started, fingers slowly crawling up his ribs towards their destination. Bruce’s nerves immediately jumped to attention because they were already so worked up. “Are your armpits ticklish?”
Bruce tried to glare at him, even as his muscles twitched beneath Arthur’s fingers and his mouth started curving into another grin.
“Diana left.” Clark added, grinning at the man he had pinned to the wall. “And she took her lasso with her. I guess we’ll have to find out for ourselves.”
“Fuck.” Was the last coherent thing Bruce said for quite a while.
When Clark and Arthur finally let him go, he slumps to the floor in an exhausted heap and marvels at the last time he laughed that much (The answer: never.) or the last time he felt this exhausted without getting his ass whooped, or whooping someone else’s.
Once he’s regained some of his dignity, Bruce goes to the security feed with the intention of deleting the last hour of footage. He surprised to find it’s already gone, the tapes spliced seamlessly, with only a minor blip to show anything is missing.
Victor, naturally, saved the entire thing to his personal servers. Just in case.
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McBrendon
Second Person
Brendon x Female Reader
Unspecified Era
Smut Oneshot
NC-17
3.2k Words
Warnings in order of appearance: RPF, language throughout, not pre-discussed roleplay scene, medical roleplay and language, sex
Author's Notes:
So, basically, I was re-watching Grey's Anatomy, and I was like, "What if Brendon was here?" and then this was born. I have no idea if someone who's never watched Grey's Anatomy would understand or appreciate this, but basically what I think you need to know is that Derek Shepherd and Mark Sloan are sexy manwhores (in the earier seasons), and a common recurring joke in the earlier seasons of the show is putting "Mc" in front of adjectives to describe love interests. The fic is supposed to be more silly than sexy, but maybe it's sexy too, I don't really know.
"Wait, what about those two?" He asks, and you sigh exasperatedly.
"Brendon, just assume that all of the doctors on the Doctor Sex Show have slept together. That's the whole point."
He groans and slumps back in his chair, "Remind me why we have to watch this overdramatic doctor smut in the theater? The theater should be a sacred space for Disney movies or action movies with boobies and explosions, not 'ohhhh does McCreamy only like Natalie because she hooked up with Appendectomy?.'"
"It's my week on laundry duty, and whoever's folding laundry gets to watch whatever they want wherever they want. That's the rules, but you can go watch something in the living room or on your computer or on your phone if you don't like it," you offer, trying to get rid of him. You love Brendon, you love him so much, but sometimes you need to sit in the dark and fold laundry with no other noises except your soapy little doctor show.
"Fine. The men of the house are going to go watch something manly, don't bother us. Come on, Bogart!"
Brendon's little Jack Russell turns to look at you as if asking to stay, but you pat his back and send him off to go snuggle with his dad. You don't think you could handle Brendon's betrayed gasps if you let Bogart finish the episode with you. You and Penny will be fine ogling at Patrick Dempsey while file-folding Brendon's 68 pairs of gray and black sweatpants alone. Brendon kisses your cheek before he leaves. "Have fun with the boobs and explosions, babe," you tell him on his way out of the room.
"Oh, you know I will!"
•••
Two weeks later, it's your turn to fold laundry again, and you're back to watching Grey's, this time in the living room. The dogs are sitting next to you, eyes glued to the screen. Brendon's also in the room, bitching about "introducing this drivel into our home," but you're ignoring him because you don't need that kind of negativity in your life.
He finally quiets down, and you appreciate the five minutes of peace. Until… "Are you unsatisfied with our sex life?" He asks out of the blue.
You're taken completely aback for a second before you scramble to pause the tv. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, what? Where did this come from?" you ask him. What the fuck? Is he unsatisfied with your sex life?
"Well, we haven't had sex in weeks practically." Three days actually. It's been three days, but you don't interrupt him. "And you keep watching this sexy doctor show, so I don't know, maybe you're feeling like a bored housewife," Brendon explains.
You laugh at him, and he looks offended. "You're overthinking it, baby boy. It's just a show! Sure, the sexual tension between the entire hospital and Mark Sloan is spicy and exciting, but I'm not trying to compensate for anything lacking in my life. If anything, all that spice just translates into better sex for both of us. Okay?"
He looks very skeptical. "Hm, sure. I totally believe you."
You don't necessarily think you properly got your point across to him, but Meredith just made another bad decision, and you need to see how it pans out. "Okay, great, now go watch a manly show with Bogs in our room if you're going to keep whining."
Brendon does not, in fact, go into your room to watch a manly show on his laptop. Instead, he and Bogart start watching season 1 of Grey's Anatomy, immediately getting highly invested in the lives of the ambitious-yet-messy surgical interns. He's trying to figure out what exactly appeals to you about the show.
•••
It's his turn to fold the clothes, and he's doing it wrong, but you're resisting the urge to do it for him because you're a feminist, damnit. He's still letting you watch Grey's Anatomy because he's a doll (and you don't know this, but he's also become a bit of a fan.)
"Do you think I'm more a Mark Sloan or a Derek Shepherd?" He asks.
You scoff, "You're a George."
"I am not! I'm way sexier than George!"
"You're just jealous because I'm an Addison."
"Pshh, you're a Bailey. You wanna know how I know?" He asks.
"Fine. Tell me." You give in.
"You desperately want to correct my laundry technique."
•••
"Meet me in the on-call room in five," Brendon whispers against the back of your neck while you're drying the dishes from dinner. What is this man doing? "Meet you where?" You ask, but he's already walked away. You're not sure whether to actually wait the five minutes or just try to go find him.
You give him three minutes before going to the bedroom. You honestly don't know what you were expecting, but it wasn't Brendon laying on his side in the middle of your bed, shirtless under a white coat. He has on a pair of navy blue scrub pants that aren't particularly flattering, but they still look nice on him.
"Explain to me what's happening here, homie," you tell him.
"I'm being sexy for you! So sexy! I'm Dr. Brendon "McKinky" Urie, I'm a general surgery attending, but my real specialty is pleasure."
You visibly cringe for him. "You're a McDoofus, and your real specialty is probably malpractice."
He pouts. "Play along. Come on. Please? Be Dr. Y/N Sexy."
You roll your eyes. "Why do you get your real last name, but I'm Dr. Sexy?"
"Because we're not married in this fantasy! We're both cheating on our spouses but not in a tragic way, in a sexy way! Come on! Let yourself have fun," he pleads.
You feel yourself start to cave. "Fine, I'll play along, but I'm stopping this the minute I feel weird, okay?"
"Of course. And, babe, if you don't want to do this, you absolutely do not have to," he says, serious now.
"No, no, Brendon. I'm down for this. I think you're a total goof for doing it, but I trust you."
He brightens, "Great! Now it's time for your examination." He waggles his eyebrows, climbing off the bed and gesturing for you to take his place.
"Exam? Am I a patient? Why am I in the on-call room if I'm a patient?" You ask.
"Doctors need exams too, y'know. We're both doctors, but I don't know, you need a routine exam for like moles or something. Take your clothes off." He says, and you take a split-second to be grateful that Brendon got discovered for his musical talents and will therefore never be an actual doctor.
You stifle back your laughter and strip down to your underwear, lying on your back on top of the white sheet he put over the comforter to protect the bed from any potential messes. He stands over you next to the bed, and you're happy that you at least get to stare at his body during this little experiment. The whole "doctor" thing may not be driving you wild on its own, but your half-naked husband always will.
"Thank you for coming to this appointment, Dr. Y/N Sexy," he says. Don't laugh, don't laugh, don't laugh, you chant in your head. "First," he says, making his voice husky, "I need to test your reflexes." Something tells you he won't be using one of those little hammers. He bends down and breathes against your neck. You shiver, and goosebumps appear on your arms. You're glad you wore your front clasp bra when he unclips it and has immediate access to your breasts. He circles around your nipple with his finger, and they harden quickly. "Mmm, good reflexes indeed. Very responsive," he purrs. "I don't think your test results are conclusive yet. You should keep going," you encourage. He rubs your scalp, and your head rolls back. You're worried that you'll start drooling.
Brendon smirks at you a little, and his smugness is slightly infuriating. Yes, you like him touching you, but that hardly proves that his weird roleplaying was a good idea. "Just like I observed, fantastic reflexes. But I now must move on to the chest exam." He rests his head on your chest, and you're beginning to suspect that this whole thing was just a ploy to touch your boobs a lot. "Is your heart rate always this fast or just when your hot coworker is touching you?"
"Normally only my husband, also named Brendon… for some reason, can get me so worked up, but now I'm thinking of leaving him for you, McCrinkly."
"It's McKinky, and your husband sounds gorgeous and super smart. You should keep him around," he says, climbing onto you and groping your breasts. "In my professional opinion, these are nice tits."
You have to bite your lip to resist the urge to laugh again. You wouldn't quite say you're aroused, but you are having fun at least. "Okay, okay, doc. Enough of the preliminary exam; I need five and a half inches, stat."
"You couldn't round up to six while we're playing!?"
"Oh, come on, you're lucky I rounded up to five and a half!"
"Rude! So rude!"
You kiss him to shut him up. "Sorry, baby, I won't bully you anymore. Now, how about a cervical exam?" You suggest, craving his thickness inside you.
That cheers him up. Brendon resumes his doctor roleplay. "First, let me complete the dermatological examination. If you could remove your undergarments, please."
You throw your bra on the floor and take off your underwear.
He admires the small amount of newly-exposed skin. "So many marks on your breasts and pubic region. Did your hot husband leave these too, or should I investigate for a skin condition?" He asks, ducking between your thighs to add some more.
"Yeah, he left them there. My sexy husband is kind of the best, but enough about him," you say.
New dark spots pop up after he finally moves his mouth from the sensitive skin of your thighs. "Oops, I think I just burst a couple of capillaries."
Well, someone did some light googling. "Do you think I'll make it?" You ask, faking drama.
"Yes, but you'll need someone to pay lots of attention to the area between your thighs."
He never mastered the art of subtly, did he? "I don't think that will be an issue. My husband will be thrilled."
"Great, that's taken care of. Shall we commence with the cervical exam then?" He asks, rolling off you to tug off his scrubs and underwear. He keeps his dumb coat on, which is more goofy than sexy without clothes underneath, but you don't tell him that. "And we can test your motor skills at the same time. Hands and knees, please."
You obey, and he moves behind you to enter you. He pushes into you quickly and hard, just like you like it. "God, there's so much blood in my, hm, um corpus cavernosum… I think," he says.
"Your what? Are you trying to cast a Harry Potter spell? because that's a whole different roleplay," You crane your neck back to see him, and your eyes widen. "Brendon, are you," you need to pause to choke back your laughter, "are you reading from a flashcard? While inside me?"
He's on his knees behind you, squinting at a white notecard. He flips the card over and reads from it, "the corpus cavernosum is, um, the main erectile tissue in the genitals. So, uh, I was trying to say that I'm hard for you."
That's it, you can't contain your laughter. You can't even bear to look at Brendon without cracking up. Tears are streaming down your face. He hisses, and you think it's because you've upset him, but you turn back to look at him, and he's biting his lip, his head tilted back.
"Are you good, B?" You ask, a little worried.
He's breathing hard. "Yeah, just your laughing caused contractions around my cock, and I was not prepared. Felt good, just unexpected." He pulls almost all the way out and then jerks back in, not quite slamming but gearing up to it.
"Faster, please. Careful still, but faster," you request.
He speeds up perfectly, finally filling you up and relieving the ache inside you. You relish each time his hips meet your body, feeling close to him, even if the position isn't as intimate as he usually likes. You suppose successful Dr. Kinky, notorious womanizer, wouldn't necessarily want to make loving, passionate eye contact with all of his conquests.
"So, Dr. Kinky-"
"No, it's doctor Urie, McKinky."
Jesus, you need a script. "So, Dr. Urie, do you have enough energy after all those lobotomies or whatever to rub a girl's clit? I bet my husband, the other Brendon, would touch me."
"Well, I would never even bother to compete with such a stellar man, but I can still try to get you off." His hands move between your thighs to touch your cunt. "Oh no, so much excess fluid here. I hope nothing's wrong." He puts a finger on your throbbing clit and feigns a sigh of relief, "Good, I've found a pulse." His touch is feather-light as he slowly strokes you. The contrast between his fast, hard thrusts and delicate strokes somehow enhances both of his actions.
"Oh, that's nice," you moan.
"You mind if I have you roll over? I still have to test your flexibility, and I'd love to do that with your legs on my shoulders."
"Fuck yeah."
He pulls out, and you get on your back; he gets you ready by situating the pillows underneath you. You rest a leg on either shoulder, and he thrusts in again. You don't want to admit it to him, but you feel like you'll need to come soon. The spikes of pleasure pulsing between your legs have been getting stronger and closer together, and now that you can see what you do to him, rather than just hearing his occasional grunts, you feel even closer to crossing that finish line.
"I'm observing some rapid contractions, Sexy. Should I note in your chart how close you are to coming all over me? Because it seems to me that you're failing your stamina and endurance evaluation," Dr. Urie teases.
You close your eyes to try to eliminate a source of the arousal, but you still feel painfully close to the edge.
Brendon inadvertently shifts a bit, and that does it. Your arousal peaks intensely, and you try to restrain your reactions on the off chance he doesn't notice. However, you're pretty sure he does notice your orgasm when his movements slow to a stop, and that's confirmed when he outright says it. "You just came," he states. It's not a question.
You nod, not bothering to deny it.
He pulls out, and you finally get to see his still-hard cock soaked with your wetness. "Well I suppose, we can run… further tests to reach a full diagnosis," he practically croons, pulling his scrub pants back on, and a wave of lust spreads from your stomach. Fine, the doctor thing is a little hot. "It's up to you though, I defer to your professional opinion."
"I think my exam is complete, actually, but I know you've been complaining of some pain in this region," you give his crotch a quick squeeze. "Do you mind stripping so I can investigate?"
He immediately takes off his coat, obviously excited, and gives it to you, so you put it on. "So, can you describe the pain?" You ask, putting a hand on his thigh.
"Kind of an ache, I guess?"
You squeeze his thigh, "And you'd say the pain is mainly here?"
"No, uh, um, to the right."
You squeeze his other thigh, "Oh, I see, right here?"
"No, not, um, my thigh."
"Sorry, I understand." You lay your hand flat on his stomach, still carefully avoiding his cock. "Your stomach must be hurting."
"Still not quite."
You clench your jaw in fake frustration. "Well, could you just show me where you need my attention, Doctor Urie?"
He shoves down his pants and grasps his leaking cock, groaning in relief when he starts to tentatively touch himself.
"Yes, very good, thank you. Would you say the ache subsides with stimulation?" You ask professionally.
Brendon nods and smirks a bit, "Yeah, you could say that."
"Well, I think you just need to achieve ejaculation," you diagnose.
"Is that, ah, covered under my insurance?" He asks cheekily, still jerking himself.
You laugh, going to dig the lubricant out, "Okay," you nudge his hand away, "leave this to the professionals." You pour the clear lube into your hand. "This may be a bit cold," you warn. He doesn't really need the lube, he's both leaking profusely and still slick from being inside you, but you want to keep up the "doctor vibes." You grasp him firmly and stroke quickly, trying to get him off as soon as you can. You kind of want to use your mouth, but you can't think of a good reason to within the roleplay. That's mostly fine, though, because you can tell he's about to come.
He comes all over your hand without warning a minute or so later. He shudders and groans, spurting twice more. You didn’t realize how worked up he was. Of course, you saw how hard he was, but to come this much from just jerking him off means he was really turned on. "Outstanding sperm production, sir," you say, crudely wiping him up with a tissue.
"Okay, no more doctor talk. My brain is too mushy," he groans.
You take off the coat and get into bed, cuddling against him. "If your brain is mushy, you probably should see a doctor."
He giggles. "So, would you do this again?"
You think for a second. "Well, I'd roleplay with you again, but you have to warn me next time. And probably not the doctor thing again. It was hot playing with you, but thinking about actual medical procedures is not my thing."
He yawns, "Noted about the warning you next time, and that's too bad. I was really looking forward to the oral exam. How big is your mouth? How's your swallow technique?" He says, half-jokingly.
"Hey, don't push it, or we're doing a prostate exam, and due to budget cuts to the hospital, we're going to be low on lubricant."
He cringes, "Point taken. I don't need a doctor roleplay; the next time I want a blowjob, I'll just ask."
You get out of bed and put on your pajamas. "Well, if it's in the next 45 minutes, your request is getting denied because Penny Lane, Bogart, and I are watching the real Grey's Anatomy in the theater while you're still too weak to complain about it. And this is a good time to tell you that my character is not actually a medical doctor. I have a PHD in film studies. I’m a fraud.”
His mouth drops open, "You're telling me that wasn't an official medical handjob?!"
"I trust that you'll get over this. Love you, babe."
He scowls but still mutters a quiet, “I love you too.”
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Joy keeps yelling at me to update this story, so here I am. Updating.
Here is the original plus add ons, and Here is where you can read it on ao3 (eventually, still uploading chapters lmao). This is a long chapter, my apologies.
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First Date
“All right, ready to go?”
Toph muttered and grumbled obscenities under her breath in the passenger seat, and Aang just chuckled as he started the car up and drove off to their first date destination.
After sitting in silence for a few minutes, Toph finally spoke. “Where are we going?”
“A special breakfast awaits us.”
“You sure you’re not just gonna kidnap and kill me, Twinkles?”
“I mean, let’s see where the day takes us, don’t you think?”
Despite her sleep-deprived state, Toph couldn’t help but laugh. Aang seemed to have that effect on her.
When they arrived at their destination, Aang quickly hopped out of the car to meet Toph outside her door because he was giddy with excitement. Toph raised an eyebrow at her potential kidnapper. “You’re awfully excited for some breakfast food.”
“What, are you telling me that you’re not a fan of,” he paused for dramatic effect, “breakfast food??”
“I am, but unless I’ve stayed up all night, I’d rather not get up at seven to eat,” she groaned.
“Not to worry, date buddy,” Aang began as he wrapped an arm around Toph’s shoulder. “This food will not only wake up your taste buds, but it will fill you with all the love and happiness you’ll need to continue on with the day!”
Toph sighed, “You really are a morning person, aren’t ya.”
“Oh, yeah. If that wasn’t clear earlier, I am most definitely a morning person.”
“Charming.”
Aang continued to grin like a 3rd grade schoolboy and led Toph inside the establishment.
When they settled in their seats, Toph leaned across the table and asked, “Alright Twinkletoes, how are their eggs and bacon here?”
Aang hummed, “Eggs are good, can’t say I know what the bacon is like. I’m a vegetarian.”
Toph’s mouth was agape. “What?”
The man chuckled. “Is that a problem?”
“I mean I’m on a date with a fuckin’ plant eater!” She practically yelled at him, but her tone was facetious and the smile that played across her lips told Aang that she only pretended to care.
“Don’t worry about food though, Toph. I’ve got it all planned out.”
And he did. At the crack of dawn, Aang called the restaurant owner to relay his brilliant breakfast sampler idea.
He also made a few other calls, but those date activities were for later.
An amused but skeptical look graced Toph’s face, and it didn’t leave until the food was presented in front of them.
“Okay,” Aang began to explain. “We’ve got lots of options to sample in front of us, all meat free sad to say for you, but all food items are absolutely delicious and have the owner’s honor on them.”
Toph laughed. “What does that even mean, Twinkletoes?”
“Uh, just that he vouches for the food!”
She let out a sigh. “All right. What should I try first?”
And so they sampled everything on the table, smelling and tasting every item with precision and order. Aang somehow planned out every bite to be better than the last, culminating to the pièce de résistance: Belgian waffles.
Now, that wasn’t to say that the other food was subpar. Far from it. But as far as Toph was concerned, the owner of the establishment knew his way around Belgian waffles and it was the absolute best breakfast food she ever had.
As Toph leaned back in her chair, stuffed, she wondered what else could be on the ‘date list,’ considering they just spent almost 2 hours over indulging themselves with breakfast food. Not to mention the pair had spent the entire day yesterday talking to one another. There wasn’t much else to talk about, and Toph was worried they might lose their momentum for the remainder of the date.
She was wrong.
Their second stop on the date was a music museum. One that carried a collection of songs and instruments from around the world.
“Okay, date spot number two, let’s go!”
“And what’s the plan here?”
“We are gonna be traveling all over the world, Toph!” he exclaimed. “And we’re gonna do it in style.”
All of a sudden, a popular trumpet melody and lick blared around the entire museum (empty museum. Apparently it was closed to all except Toph and Aang).
Because of the oh so mushy and romantic gesture, Toph had to scoff at the song selection. “'Come Fly With Me' by Frank Sinatra?” she teased. “What are you, 80, Twinkletoes?”
“Hey! I’ll have you know that this is a classic and it was my foster father’s favorite song!” he defended. “And, it is the perfect song for this, because we are going to fly.”
“What??”
“Well, not really, but use your imagination will, you?”
So she did.
They walked around the museum, listening to different types of music around the world. Aang made her pay special attention to the different rhythms of the world, and they went back and forth listening attentively for special sounds in the songs. The museum curator, Chong, apparently gave Aang a list of facts and interesting tidbits about the music as well. It certainly added to the experience, even if Aang was just reading what was on the cards. And while they ‘travelled’ to different parts of the building, Aang put on his cheesy Sinatra song and even skipped around the museum to the beat of it.
It was absolutely ridiculous hearing him dance around the museum, but also absolutely endearing.
When they completed their trip around the world, Toph and Aang drove twenty minutes off campus to a small vineyard. Toph raised a skeptical eyebrow toward her date, then asked, “What’s all this about, Twinkletoes?”
She could practically feel his grin from where she stood. “We’ll find out soon! Come on, I think you’ll really like this one.”
“Well if we’re at a vineyard, you’re damn right I’m gonna like it.”
Aang clicked his tongue at her. “Not like that, Toph. Just wait.” He grabbed her hand and led her into the building. Aang led her through the building and suddenly stopped the two of them. His hand squeezed hers, motioning her to reach out in front of her. What Toph found was something that felt like a large, metal tub. She wrinkled her eyebrows and turned the corners of her lips down. “What is this?”
“It’s a tub filled with grapes. We’re gonna crush them.”
“Crush them?” she questioned. “Like, with a grape stomper—”
“—With our feet!”
The woman maintained her skeptical look. “Don’t they have machines for this?”
“Yes, but stomping grapes with your feet gives the winery more control on the seed separating process. They can control the amount of tannins—”
“—Okay too many fancy words, Twinkles.” Toph playfully put a hand up to stop his ramblings and smiled at him. “What are we waiting for? Let’s stomp some grapes!”
So they did.
They stomped, smashed, and crushed grapes with their bare feet as Toph and Aang held onto each other for support. The grapes poked and tickled at their feet, but it was such a fun experience. Toph even challenged Aang to goof around and jump in the vat of grapes to crush them. A silly dare that ended in near failure (Aang almost landed in the crushed grapes and juice on his ass), but all was well and no clothes were stained during the dare. Toph even promised she wouldn’t hold it over his head… Well, not for long at least.
Once they finished their stomping session, they cleaned off their feet and ventured into the restaurant part of the winery for dinner. This time, Aang promised Toph that she could choose her own meal, and she was adamant on getting a plate that served some sort of meat.
“You deprived me of meat all day, Twinkletoes,” she began. “If this was an all-you-can-eat buffet, my plate would be stacked this high with meat.” Her hand went above her head for her meat tower reference, and Aang laughed at the visual aid.
“Hey, you have to admit, those waffles were good though!”
Toph smiled genuinely. “They were.”
They spent the next five minutes going over the menu and choosing their respective meals and drinks.
“Hey, do we get to taste the grapes we just stomped?” she teased.
“Hmm,” Aang jokingly pondered. “Maybe in a couple years, but we can buy a bottle right now to remember the experience,” he offered.
“Make it two.”
Dinner was a delight, and so was the company. It seemed that conversation topics were in abundance for the couple, and the only time they were silent was when they ate their meals (which were delicious). Then, it was time to go home.
As they were driving back to Toph’s apartment, Toph’s mind simply wandered back to all the activities and things they accomplished in the last few hours. It was a sensory overload kind of date. Every activity focused on a different sense, and Toph loved every second of it. So much thought and care went into this day, and she only gave the man 6 hours at most to prepare it all. Needless to say, Toph was impressed with Aang.
When the night came to a close and they were preparing to say their goodbyes at Toph’s door, it was only fitting a bit of banter was thrown around.
“Thanks for not kidnapping me.” She grinned.
“I was close near the middle when we went to Peru, but by the time we were in Acapulco Bay, I decided against it.”
“Hey, at least I didn’t nearly stain my entire outfit by taking a swim in freshly squeezed grapes!”
“I take no blame for that you egged me on! And I didn’t fall in, so it’s not as funny.”
“Still, the thought is funny enough.”
Aang chuckled and smiled at Toph. “I suppose.”
A comfortable silence fell between them, and now was the time for sincerity. For the first time in a long time, Toph didn’t want the day to end. She didn’t want the date to end. Toph broke the silence and began by saying, “Aang.”
Aang looked at her. Even though she only made up a nickname for him yesterday, it was weird for her to use his actual name. He stopped talking and looked at her. “This was…” Toph paused to form the right words, and a great big smile grew across her face. “This was the most amazing day ever. Thank you.”
“I’m so glad you liked it, Toph. It was the best day ever for me, too,” he grinned.
“How did you even reserve some of these activities? I mean, the stomping grape shit? C’mon.”
Aang shrugged. “I’ve volunteered at a lot of places around campus. I guess you can say I’ve got the connections.”
“Wow, who would’ve thought being a good samaritan would pay off?”
“Pretty sure Jesus did, Toph,” he teased.
And for that, he received a good punch to the arm.
“Whatever, Twinkles,” she jabbed. “But if that was the first date, can’t imagine what the second date will be like. High expectations, my fancy dancer.”
“Oh, so there will be a second date?”
It was Toph’s turn to shrug. “Well, you said there was more to me, and there seems to be more to you that I would like to find out.”
Aang couldn’t help but smile at Toph. Goodness, she was something else.
“Date number two can be arranged,” he began. “Although it sounds like maybe this is your date to manage.”
“Absolutely not, I already challenged you to outdo yourself,” she smirked.
Aang playfully groaned. “Fine! But… There is one last thing we have to do before date night is considered over.”
Toph raised a skeptical eyebrow at her date. “What else could you possibly have planned for—”
Her sentence was interrupted by his lips. It was just a light peck on her lips, and when he pulled away, Toph immediately dragged him back to her to kiss him. This time, it was longer and harder, and she pulled him just a little too hard, because they stumbled into the apartment door. But they didn’t break apart for a second. The most exhilarating first date culminated into the best first—er—makeout session?
Their little stumble into the door must’ve been interpreted as a knock, though, because suddenly Katara opened the door and the couple nearly fell into her arms.
“What the fuck?! You guys!” Katara exclaimed. She was rather surprised by the scene in front of her, but not completely taken aback. She playfully chastised her friend and yelled, “Quit defiling my roommate, Aang!”
Aang turned beet red, but Toph just cackled at the inconvenience. She straightened herself and called back to Aang as Katara pulled her into their place. “Night night, Twinkles! Bring your A game next week, will ya?”
The door was shut in his face before he could reply.
But Aang was pretty sure he floated back to his car. He was on cloud nine after that kiss, after the most perfect day.
#taang#toph#aang#toph and aang#continuation#writing#aang pulls out all the stops for this date#it's kind of ridiculous that's on me#but I thought it was kinda cute#katara interrupts their makeout session#lmao#ope she don't feel that bad
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