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smurphyse · 2 years

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The End of a Long Day

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Part 13 of Room 405

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 3217

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Mentions of domestic abuse, trauma, violence

Summary: Reader gets a handful of surprises when she comes home… and all she wants is to be in Spencer's arms.

As soon as you got onto the highway, Charlie called you. Willow and Ivy squabbled in the backseat while Poppy watched a show on the minivan’s little tv screen. There was a problem at the club, one that he wouldn’t discuss with the kids in the car, so you rerouted and drove to the Nocturne.

As you pulled into the parking lot, you spotted Agent Hotchner leaning against his car, waiting for you. Your heart dropped into your stomach like burning lead, and you hurriedly hopped out of the van and shut the door behind you so the kids wouldn’t hear whatever he was there for.

“Did something happen? What’s going on?”

Hotchner blinked slowly and frowned, “I’m here to talk to you about Tulip.”

You groaned in annoyance as the weight shifted again in your stomach. Something else was going on inside that Charlie needed you for, and here you were stuck outside with this asshole.

“She’s not talking to you,” you said, standing up straight and crossing your arms over your chest. “I told you, the answer's no.”

“It’s been weeks since she found the body, and I need to know what she saw,” he pressed. His demeanor toward you, on the phone and in person, had always been kind, but for some reason you found yourself only able to be hostile toward Agent Hotchner.

"Fuck. You," you snarled.

Agent Hotchner sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He squeezed his eyes tightly for a moment before opening them again. When he spoke, it was level and firm, "I have no interest in traumatizing your daughter further, Mrs. Arends. My team does this every day and we are the best-."

"My kid is not just another thing for you to deal with," you growled, taking a predatory step toward him. He didn't back away, and soon enough you found yourself nearly chest to chest with a man who could easily take you down. "She didn't see anything."

He looked down at you softly, and it jarred you for a moment at the kindness in this hard man's eyes, "You and I both know that's not true. If she didn't see anything, she would probably be sleeping. I'm assuming she's not?"

"She, I-, she's fine," you stammered, thrown off balance by the pity he seemed to have for you.

"She probably wakes up screaming when she does. She's been withdrawn, moody, and not in the way teenagers are, but in the way that someone damaged is."

Your hand lashed out before you could even think to stop it, but Agent Hotchner caught your wrist easily just before your palm struck his face. Your chest heaved as you watched him with tears in your eyes, waiting for the inevitable slap of handcuffs on your wrists in front of your watching children.

His grip on your wrist eased up, but he didn't let you go, "I know you're just trying to protect her by keeping her hidden, but you're not doing her any favors.

"I know what you went through with her birth father. My mom was your age when she had me, and my dad was a lot like your ex."

You said nothing, your body coiled into steel to protect yourself from his words, your memories. He swallowed thickly, like this was difficult for him to admit, "You remind me of her. She did everything she could to hide what he was from us, to let us believe we came from something good."

"She's never even met him," you said quietly, "she has no idea what he was like."

"You can't protect her from this. It's already happened and it's already changed her." Agent Hotchner gave you a hard look, but his dark eyes were soft, "I can get the information I need, and then I will help you get her the help she needs. You can be in the room, I'll even come to you."

His hand was warm around your wrist, and he made no move to let go. You did your best to keep your resolve up, but you wanted to help Tulip, you just didn't know how.

"You're the only one she talks to. I'm not taking her back to that police station," you said finally, barely above a whisper.

"Deal," he agreed, and finally let you go. You coiled your hand into your chest and held it close. "Wednesday, 8 am, I'll be at your house."

He said nothing else, just turned and got in his car and drove away. It took everything you had to keep from crying in front of your kids, but after a few moments of staring at empty space you gathered them up and brought them inside to where Charlie waited for you.

How the hell were you going to tell Charlie that Spencer had met them? You had a plan… an agreement with him, that the kids would meet either of your significant others after having the approval from each other.

You just hoped he wasn't angry. This had never happened before.

You handed the kids off to Tessa, warily making your way up to your office to talk to Charlie. When you opened the door, your jaw dropped.

Charlie kneeled on the floor while one of your girls, Corrinne, sobbed in an armchair. He met your gaze as you stepped in quickly and shut the door behind you. Her face was swollen and bruised, caked with makeup and tears as Charlie rubbed a soft hand up and down her arm.

You knew exactly who did this. It was the same man who’d done it to her a hundred times before.

“Where’s Kinzie?” you asked, moving over to your desk and grabbing a bowl and some epsom salt from one of the drawers. You’d been through this enough times yourself, and with the other dancers. You knew what to do.

Kinzie was only five years old, her mother the poor victim of domestic abuse, as many of them had been. It was a sad cycle in your line of work, but you had spent the better part of a decade trying to forget where you came from and help the girls move on from their pasts.

“She’s with Tessa and the girls,” Charlie said, but he never took his eye off Corrinne. You’d known for a long time that Charlie was in love with her, but he never said anything because she was in a relationship… with an asshole who beat her if she sneezed wrong.

“I’m sorry, Mama,” Corrinne cried as you came over. You poured the salts into the bowl and handed it to Charlie.

“Go put some warm water in this. Warm, not hot.” You waved him off, and he left reluctantly, trusting you to help Corrinne in a way he couldn’t. You brushed back some of her hair and gave her a soft smile, “You didn’t do anything wrong, baby.”

“I don’t know… I don’t know what to do,” she whispered. Her chin wobbled as you watched her blotched and pained face, your heart bursting into a million pieces.

You sighed heavily, deciding enough was enough. You were tired of finding Corrinne like this, and seeing Charlie so upset over it. “You’re going to come stay with me for a bit, that’s what you’re going to do.”

Her eyes went wide and petrified, “No, I can’t! He’ll kill me if I leave.”

“No he won’t,” you soothed her. You brushed her hair back again, making sure to swipe a gentle thumb across her cheek. “He’s not Kinzie’s dad, you’re not married. You don’t have anything to separate from him.”

Charlie came back in the door, softly knocking on the frame. Corrinne gave him an embarrassed smile, but she quickly looked away. You knew Corrinne liked Charlie too, she was just in a situation she didn’t know how to get out of.

You took the bowl from Charlie, and he handed you a bag of cotton balls having seen you do this enough time to know some of the procedure. You went about dipping the cotton in the water, then pressed it gently to Corrinne’s bruises so they wouldn't be quite so dark tomorrow.

“Charlie’s going to go to your apartment,” you told her softly. “He’s going to get your clothes and jewelry, Kinzie’s stuff too, and bring them back to my house. Kinzie can room with Poppy for a bit, you can sleep with me. When I’m not there, Charlie will stay so you’re not alone.”

“I don’t wanna be a bother…” she whimpered, “you’ve already done so much for me, I can’t be a burden for you, Mama.”

All your girls called you Mama, as did the boys, the drag queens and kings and the “in-betweens” as your genderless dancers liked to call themselves. You did what you could for all of them, whether it was helping them leave the club and go to school, or getting them good housing.

"You've never been a burden," you whispered, and you meant it. All your dancers and performers had been gifts after all. They had no idea how they saved you.

You sniffed hard, blinking back the tears that threatened to come. Clearing your throat, you looked over at Charlie.

"Take the boys over to Corrinne’s house. Get her things and bring them to my place."

"Sure thing, boss," he said, and turned to leave.

"Chuck?" you stopped him. Your eyes met his, and you gave him a serious look. You needed him to know you meant what you said.

"Don't touch him unless he touches you, you understand me?"

Charlie rolled his eyes, "Seriously? This guy deserves-."

"I've never been more serious in my fucking life," you snarled, and Charlie’s jaw snapped shut. "The FBI is poking around for whoever is killing those rich assholes. Agent Hotchner is gonna be at the house on Wednesday so no, you can't be there with bruised knuckles."

"I don't want anyone to hurt Mike," Corrinne said quietly, and both of you looked to her. "I just want to get away from him. I want to get Kinzie away from him."

You shot Charlie a look, raising your brows. He glanced sheepishly down at his feet and nodded, "Okay, Coco, then that's what we'll do."

Corrinne smiled brightly for the first time since you arrived. Charlie was the only one who ever called her that. She stood shakily from the chair and made her way over to him.

His face turned bright red as she kissed his cheek, "I'll go get Kinzie ready. I'm assuming you're not going to let me dance tonight."

"Not on your life, kid," you said with a grin. "You're coming home with me and we'll make the kids some lunch."

Charlie gave you a dazed look as Corrinne left the room, and you stepped over and kissed his other cheek.

"You're gonna have to take that slow, real slow. She's been through a lot."

He nodded shyly, "You're okay with that?"

"Baby, I want you happy," you smiled softly. You really truly wanted that.

"You're happy? With your guy?"

"Yeah…" you sighed, "about that…"

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You didn't get the chance to call Spencer that night. With Corrinne and Kinzie at your place, and Charlie insisting he sleep on the couch, you had exactly five seconds to yourself all night.

After a fitful night of sleep with Corrinne and all the kids in your bed, you slipped out from under the weight of seven girls and padded softly into the bathroom.

It was about 3 am, but you figured, why the Hell not? You dialed Spencer's number and waited anxiously for at least his voicemail while sitting in the bathtub and staring at the ceiling.

He picked up on the third ring, groggily groaning into the receiver, "Hello?"

"Hey," you said quietly. There was a shuffling of the covers and some books hitting the floor, then a grunt as he sat up.

"Hey," he said back, and thankfully you could hear the smile on his face, "how you doing?"

"I'm hiding from my kids in the bathroom. How about you?"

Spencer chuckled tiredly, so you quickly followed up with, "I can let you go. I know you were sleeping."

"Don't you dare," he scolded. Spencer sighed and there was some more shuffling as the covers adjusted again. "You okay?"

"Yeah. I was gonna call earlier but-."

"You don't have to explain, sweetheart. I know today probably didn't go the way you expected it to if I ever met your kids."

You grinned, he was so sweet. "You actually fucked me. The girls won't stop trying to figure out how you found those quarters. I have no idea how to do it and neither does Chuck."

Spencer laughed softly, that sleepy grumbling of his tired voice igniting something wonderful in your chest, "I can teach you. Was uh, Chuck upset that happened?"

"No, actually," you told him, "he was a little at first, but it wasn't like we could help it. We had this plan, you know? If we had a significant other we wanted to have around we'd meet them before the kids. But he thinks it's funny that I'm dating a nerd who does magic."

He gave a huffing laugh, "Well there's that at least. Are you okay with what happened? I didn't want to overstep and JJ was just trying to be protective-."

"I'm okay with it," you insisted. You bit your thumb, trying to gain some bravery. "Thank you for keeping my… situation to yourself."

"I'd do anything for you, sweetheart, you know that."

You swallowed thickly, fighting back the tears that welled in your eyes. You couldn't believe how much you loved this man. It was unlike anything you'd ever felt, full of trust and giving and you just wanted to live in it.

"I miss you," you said quietly.

You heard Spencer's breathing pick up, the ruffling of sheets, and you knew he was probably abusing the back of his neck with his hand like he did when he was thinking.

"You should come over, then," he whispered back.

Your heart stopped in your chest as you stared wide eyed at the ceiling. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

You had never been to Spencer's place, had never really thought about going or expected to. You wanted to go, though, wanted to hold him in your arms after the day you'd had.

Charlie was downstairs afterall. Corrinne would feel safe and the girls would have him to wake up to.

"Uh, I mean…" Spencer sighed in annoyance at himself.

"Text me the address."

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Spencer didn't realize how messy his apartment was until he was faced with the knowledge you were about to see it at three in the morning.

In just his sweats, he found himself hurriedly stacking the many books that wouldn't fit on his various bookshelves in a corner and finally picking up his piles of discarded clothing and putting them in the washer in the hallway.

He had been going over the DC case when he fell asleep, and he tried to organize his files and stuff them in his bag so you wouldn't see them. He shuddered at the thought of your reaction if you saw those crime scene photos.

He knew you were scared of him judging you and your life, but he was terrified of it as well. The few subs who had known what he did ended up questioning his motives in bed and that was the last thing he wanted to happen with you.

He was just taking one last look around when a knock came at the door, hesitant and small, and he stared at the door for a moment before heading over to answer it.

You stood sheepishly on the stoop, dark circles staining your under eyes as you looked tearfully up at him. Your coat hung open, wearing only your little night slip and your hair in a sloppy ponytail. You usually dressed up for him, but there was something about the way you stood before him now, bare and exhausted… vulnerable in a way you rarely let him see.

“I had such a long day,” you murmured, your jaw wobbling as you tried to keep it together.

Spencer pulled you inside and shut the door behind you. He locked it, then slipped your coat from your shoulders and hung it on his coat rack. He took your bag and set it over the back of the couch, all without a word.

Spencer cupped your jaw and kissed your forehead, and a choked sob burst from you. As the tears began to fall, Spencer scooped you up and settled you on his waist. You immediately wrapped your arms around him and buried your head in his shoulder, and his heart cracked in his chest.

You needed him, and he was so glad he’d had the courage to tell you to come over. He’d almost rescinded his offer when confronted with your silence on the phone, and he was proud that you were so much braver than he was.

He slipped off your shoes and tossed them aside, then carried you in the bedroom, flicking off lights as he went. Spencer pulled back the covers and settled into the mattress, maneuvering you to lay on his chest.

“You need some sleep,” he whispered into your ear as you cried softly. He rubbed his fingers lightly between your shoulder blades. Kissing your temple, Spencer held you close and tried to be the strong man you needed him to be. “I’m here, you just get some sleep.”

You sniffled hard and nodded into his neck, “Your apartment is really messy, Spencer.”

He laughed, far louder than he meant to, “Yeah, I’m not home very much.”

“I’m scared to see this in the daylight. I may have a stroke.”

Spencer pulled you somehow even closer, breathing in the scent of your shampoo and reveling in the fact that you were here at all. He’d dreamed about it many times, thought about what it would be like to have you in his bed and not the hotel’s. He hadn’t imagined you crying, but your ability to still make fun of him told him this was okay.

“Go to sleep,” he said firmly. Spencer really couldn’t seem to help himself, and he pinched your backside playfully before smoothing his palm over it. “Things always seem a little better after a bit of rest.”

Kissing your temple again, Spencer closed his eyes. He wanted to commit this moment to memory, as eidetic as his was, he wanted to burn it into his brain forever. The feel of your slip against his belly and hip, the soft breathing in his ear, your leg slung over his hip, your ponytail tickling his arm… he wanted to live in it forever.

For the first time, Spencer fell asleep with you in his own home, in his own bed, his poor heart swelling painfully in his chest. Full of love and awe in the face of you and your trust, he let himself drift off in the safety of your arms, satisfied and more in love than he’d ever thought was possible.

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five-rivers · 3 years

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Beltane

Written for Ectober 2021 Day 1: Trick vs Treat. This is part of the Exhumed series.

Danny Fenton walked into the precinct. As often happened when he did this, all attention slowly turned to him. “Hi, Detective Patterson. Have you ever heard of Beltane?”

Patterson took a long swig of coffee through the plastic stir straw, because she felt the need to be at least a little drugged before dealing with whatever this was, and then said, “Is this the kind of thing the whole precinct needs to know about, or is it more specific to me?”

“Mm, not specific to you, but I’m not sure if everyone needs to know about it, yet.”

Despite only select members of the Amity Park police force knowing Danny Fenton had another identity, he’d become a sort of ‘ghost liaison’ for the precinct. Better him than the adult Fentons, who tended to break things even (especially) when they were being careful.

“Actually,” continued Danny, “you might have already noticed some things about it. I mean, it’s seasonal, and Mom and Dad were detecting ectoenergy and ghost activity spikes for events like this before they got the portal up and running. Although, the portal was supposed to stabilize and reduce those spikes… I guess reducing one isn’t bad?”

“Okay,” said Patterson. “I don’t really know what you’re talking about. Do you want me to go find Collins?”

“Oh, that might be a good idea.”

“Great,” said Patterson. She turned her head to shout across the room. “McGee. Go find Collins.”

“Still the new guy?” asked Danny, sympathetically.

“It isn’t like we’re a popular posting,” said Patterson, “and, thanks to the ghosts, we don’t really need new people.”

Danny nodded placidly. “I know. But it must be hard for him, don’t you think?”

McGee had done his job. He’d discovered the corruption in the Amity Park Police Department and plumbed its depths. The problem was that he could never, ever, report it. Even if they didn’t have a perfectly good cause for it all, what they were ‘hiding’ (and they were only barely doing that) was so ridiculous that McGee had thought he’d gone crazy at first.

Ghosts.

The whole of Amity Park was haunted. Just like it said in those touristy brochures at the front of the local diners.

He stuck his head into the break room. “Collins, Patterson and Fenton want you,” he said.

“In the normal room?” Collins asked, shoving a sugary monstrosity of a donut into his mouth.

“I have no idea. She didn’t say.”

“Normal room then. Great job, McGee.”

McGee rolled his eyes. Great job, he said. As if he’d done anything.

God. What would Halloween be like?

“So, it’s like, reverse Halloween?” asked Patterson.

“Well, not exactly,” said Danny. He patted Daisy, the department mascot slash corpse sniffing dog who had followed them into the small interview room, gently on the head. “Actually, there are more similarities than differences. Basically, like Halloween, we’re going to get a spike in ectoenergy. Maybe even some ectoplasmic storms. More portals. That kind of thing.” He shrugged. “Most holidays and seasonal divisions have them, you know.”

“So… we’re getting Halloween round two?” asked Collins.

“What do you bet that this is what gets McGee to snap?”

“He’s been here since December,” said Collins. “I think he’s too stubborn to leave.”

“Is he still spying?” asked Danny.

“No,” said Patterson, waving a hand. “He gave up on that, after a while. But there’s a new office bet about whether or not he’ll stay stay, or if he’ll decide to quit. We’re not allowed to join in because we know him too well.”

“Mm,” said Danny.

“I don’t actually know if I feel like I know him that well,” said Collins.

“Well,” said Danny, “it shouldn’t be as extreme as Halloween. Since, I mean, there aren’t as many religious holidays directly associated with death and stuff happening on or around May first. So. Yeah. But the thing is, there are some traditional, er, activities. Spirited activities.”

Collins suppressed a groan, and was glad that Captain Jones wasn’t available today. He and Danny could sling puns at each other for obscenely long periods of time.

“I’ve never noticed ghosts doing anything on May Day,” said Patterson.

“This is only the third year anyone’s even acknowledged that ghosts exist,” said Danny, “so I’m not really all that surprised. But the reason that I came to talk to you guys is that some of the ghosts want to do Beltane stuff. Like the fire blessings. Also, I’ve been told that some of the trees in town are secretly ghost trees, and if we don’t want to deal with another tree army, we need to do some stuff to appease them.”

“Secret ghost trees.”

“My source is very reliable,” said Danny. “Also, while I say ‘we don’t want to deal with it,’ I think we all know who’d be dealing with most of it.”

“You would,” said Patterson.

“Got it in one. Like, I can convince most of the ghosts to either do their Beltane stuff in the Ghost Zone, or somewhere out of the way. They’ll be disappointed, but I can do it. The ghost tree thing, though…”

“Can’t we just, I don’t know,” said Collins, “get rid of the ghost trees?”

“Well, they aren’t really evil ghost trees. Or even really ghost trees. They’re more… ghosts that live in trees?”

“What, like dryads?” asked Collins, raising his eyebrows.

“That’s what I said, but they’re different species, apparently.”

“Okay,” said Patterson, “so. Appeasing the trees. How many trees are we talking about here, and how are we going to appease them?”

“Okay, so, this is definitely a whole precinct kind of thing,” said Patterson.

“And possibly an ‘all civil servants’ type of thing,” added Collins. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Where are we going to get the funding for this?”

“Oh, don’t worry about money,” said Danny. “I’ll just blackmail Vlad, and if that doesn’t work, I can get Mom and Dad to pay for it.”

“What,” said Collins.

“I think this might be a bit beyond your parents’ budget,” said Patterson, “but knock yourself out as far as Masters goes.”

“Well, I guess if it is,” he allowed, dubiously, “I could get the cults to pitch in?”

“This is nice,” said Danny. The sky was a bit overcast, which was a shame, but the hundreds of bright flowers and cheerful music more than made up for that.

The May Day celebration was, in Danny’s opinion, a success. At least, this half of it was turning out to be. He’d have to wait and see how the Spirit Bonfires went tonight before he could really make a judgement.

He’d only had to blackmail Vlad a little, too. It turned out that the ‘ruthless businessman’ in Vlad was ludicrously easy to manipulate, and once Danny brought up how a celebration like this one could revitalize local businesses and bring in tourism, he’d caved.

Although, that might have been the threat of an angry tree army. Vlad had definitely come off worse for wear in the last one, on all fronts.

Then, publically putting the Phantom Stamp of Approval (and Necessity Given The Potential Angry Tree Army) on the event had gotten buy-in from his fans and (sigh) the cults. The cults were, in fact, very enthusiastic about their new Holy Day. Danny had made a map of all the places they’d set up booths, and was studiously avoiding them.

Sam and Tucker were doing a walkthrough of that area, now, to check for problems and unadorned thorn trees. They’d arranged to meet up soon.

So, Amity Park was decked out in ribbons and flowers. All of the schools had gotten Maypoles and the day off of classes. Several bands, both human and ghostly, were playing in different parts of town.

It was chaotic, but great.

Danny briefly cut into the street to dodge a pair of college-age men play-fighting with tree branches (a genuinely important tradition symbolizing the battle between winter and summer), then walked through a wall to avoid two ghosts doing the same thing.

Finally, he reached Madame Babazita’s table.

“Hi,” he said, “three readings, please.”

“Three?” she asked. “Just for you?”

“My friends should get here before mine’s done,” said Danny. Was he channeling some predictive powers? Maybe. Holidays did make his powers weird.

“I have no idea what your reading is saying,” said Madame Babazita, after fifteen full minutes. “The cards simply aren’t speaking to me today. Also,” she held up an Uno card, “I’m not sure how this even got here.”

“That’s okay,” said Danny, “I just wanted to make sure it was the same as last time.”

“Hey! Phantom!” called Ember across the crowd of ghosts that had gathered in the cemetery. Most of them were fire or nature themed. “You’re in for a treat!”

Danny, who had been examining the flowers left on his grave, looked up. “I am?”

Ember draped her arm around Danny’s shoulder. She’d been a lot more friendly with him since the corpse incident. “Sure are.” She stepped up onto the surface of his memorial, pulling him up behind her. Danny shook off a brief chill and looked around.

Ghosts were streaming into the cemetery from various directions, bringing armfuls of flowers with them. Danny could see two, huge bonfire piles of flowers growing near the cemetery gates.

“Are there going to be cows?” asked Danny, who was still fuzzy on the details of the ghostly side of the celebrations.

“I don’t know,” said Ember. “When I’ve seen this done in the GZ there are. Here? Who knows. Maybe we’ll just walk through.”

Danny nodded, unworried. Beltane sure was an interesting holiday.

The last armful of flowers was placed, and every flower in the cemetery caught on fire at once. Including the ones on Danny’s grave. Danny yelped, jumping into flight. As an ice core ghost, he vastly preferred cold to heat.

This went without saying, but fire was very hot.

Ember grabbed his foot, and he almost kicked her. “You knew that was going to happen,” he accused.

“Sure did, babypop,” said Ember, grinning. “Come on, don’t you want to pass through the bonfires?”

Danny eyed the very large bonfires on either side of the cemetery gates. They were lit up with sparks like fireworks, shifting like flowers blooming and withering and blooming again. They were beautiful and impressive, and Danny felt like melting just by looking at them.

“I don’t know…” He wanted to, but… melting…

“Well, if you want to go out the other way and be horribly unlucky for the next year…”

Danny narrowed his eyes. “Is that another trick?” he asked.

Ember’s grin grew wider, and she took off towards the gates. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Danny sighed and followed her.

“Unbelievable,” said McGee. “Absolutely unbelievable.” He gave the elderly cultist a boost into the wagon.

“I know, right?” said Patterson. “All this property damage and a low-key kidnapping,” she gestured to the hapless late night partier who had called the police when the cult got too insistent about their message, “and they didn’t even have the good drugs?” She shook her head. “Not that we ever arrest anyone just for drugs in this town.”

“I did not just hear you say that,” muttered McGee.

“We’ll make an Amity Parker out of you yet,” said Collins, heartily, slamming the back door of the wagon. He thumbed the button on his radio. “Any other disturbances?” he asked.

“No, you’re good to come back,” said the dispatcher.

“What I don’t get,” said McGee, leaning against a nearby wall in a moment of weakness, “is why we aren’t breaking up whatever cult thing is happening in the cemetery.” They’d seen it quite clearly on their way here.

“Because those are ghosts,” said Patterson.

McGee took a deep breath. “The ghosts are having some kind of ritual in the cemetery, and you aren’t worried.”

“Not really, no.”

“I hate it here,” said McGee.

“Do you, though?” asked Collins, sounding genuinely interested in the answer.

McGee opened his mouth to snap back that, yes, he did. But…

Hm. Huh.

Collins patted him on the back.

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realcube · 4 years

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haikyuu!! boys dating you for a bet then falling hcs 💘

characters: oikawa, kuroo & osamu

tw// angst to fluff, swearing, sexual references - minor dni!

OIKAWA’S AND KUROO’S ARE AGED UP !

thank you anon for this request 😚

Tōru Oikawa

everyone on the team was teasing him for getting broken up with bc he was ‘too obsessed with volleyball’

he had finally had enough and made a bet with iwaizumi, matsukawa and hanamaki that he could get a s/o quicker than any of them

they accepted ofc but that’s when oikawa learned that hanamaki was already talking to a girl he liked which meant that it was a race against time for oikawa to find someone to date

in reality, he had no interest in dating atm but he had to do this for the sake of his pride

he settled on asking you out bc you were his lab partner for chemistry and even before the bet, he was making playful flirtatious banter with you but it’s not like he had any real feelings for you which meant that breaking up with you afterwards would be simple..right?

also, asking you out would be an easy win

and it was 🤠

oikawa won the bet and regained some confidence which meant he was now free to break up with you

buuuut y’all had only just started dating so he didn’t want to break up with you before the first date so he postponed the break up until after y’all went to the movies together

then the night came - he had just came back home for your first date at the movies, he took you to see an alien invasion movie and you said you loved it

he stared at his phone which was open on IMessage, on your contact; his fingers hovered over the keypad but the words didn’t come to him the way he expected

the more he thought about, he realised that you guys hadn’t even had your first kiss yet and he wanted to give you a sweet memory to leave you with before he inevitably dumped you so he decided to postpone the break-up again, until you guys had your first kiss

and since his messenger was open, he invited you on a second date to the park where you had your first kiss over a shared cone of vanilla ice-cream

honestly, he had such a great time on the date that in the moment, he completely forgot about the fact he had to break-up with you so here he was again, sitting on his bed and looking down at his phone glumly as he searched his brain for the right words to say

but when he allows his mind to wonder for too long, it always comes back to one thing

so figured that he’d hold off breaking-up with you until your first time and from there — depending on how good you are — he’ll decide whether he wants to dump you or keep you around just as a side fling

the day eventually came three months later, not that he was complaining though as he’s developed a lot more patience since he’s started dating you

you had just came back from a date at the bowling alley and something about seeing Oikawa in bowling shoes and a partially unbuttoned shirt was enough to make you go feral so as soon as you arrived at his house, y’all went for it

in all honesty, sex with you just hit different for oikawa

it was nothing like he’s ever experienced before

like it was kind, sensual and filled with mutual praise and he truthfully never wanted it to end but once it did and he was sprawled out on the bed next you, breathing heavily with your fingers intertwined, he realised that he didn’t want to break up with anymore

the last 4 months that you guys have been dating, truthfully was the best time of his life, like he feels so happy and genuine when he’s around you, there’s no way he’d leave you now

‘I love you, (y/n).’ he hummed, turning his head to the side to look at your peaceful figure laying next him - god, you’re beautiful

‘I love you too, Tōru.’

Tetsurō Kuroo

him and bokuto had a bet to see who could fuck more ppl in a month

the third year gym squad gc was confused but not too confused i mean this is kuroo and bokuto we’re talking about

akaashi, kenma and tsukishima were all disapproving of this idea for their own reasons

akaashi thought it was immoral while kenma and tsukishima thought it was just a ‘who can get an std first competition’

as for hinata and lev, shōyō had his bet on bokuto while lev was rooting for kuroo

kuroo was going to start his hunt for sex partners at the club tonight but he had already agreed that he’d do the business assignment with you tonight and since it was a partnered thing, he’d feel guilty if he opted out last minute

he sat on his bed while you took a seat at his desk, working away at the project while kuroo ‘supervised’

kuroo was bummed that bokuto was probably getting laid rn while he was stuck in his room doing an assignment- WAIT

you were here with him ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ and he was like..90% sure you had the thing for him soooo

he immediately sprung up from his bed and shuffled towards you, grabbing your hips to momentarily lift you up so he could pull you away from the project and onto his lap as he sat on his bed, tracing your jaw with his finger

‘time for a break~’ he cooed in your ear, massaging your thigh with spare hand, ‘only if want though, doll.’

xdfghj OFC YOU DID

consent = given ✨

kuroo = hard

your sex = destroyed

ass = red

you = overstimulated as hell 💅

if you started during the day, expect the sun to have gone down by the time y’all were finished

he offered to take you on a date so you both could do this again sometime and you said yes

but he reassured himself that you were only a hook up- definitely nothing serious- no feelings whatsoever

so a week later, he took you on a sweet, wholesome date to a carnival and you got railed afterwards 🥰

your next few dates went in a similar way until one fateful day where you were just..tired

neither of you really wanted to smash tbh, you were just happy laying in each other’s arms

and as time went on, you guys went on more dates where there was absolutely no sexual activities, just sweet intimacy

and he...... liked it

why did he like it???

you were nothing more than a sexual relief to him, right??

so why did he enjoy cuddling with you so much? shouldn’t he be fuckin you rn? but he didn’t want to...like he was lowkey vibin with you in his arm while watching modern family

then he looked down at you in his arms, the light of the screen highlighting your features beautifully

‘i think i might actually want to marry you one day.’ he blurted out, lightly tracing the bridge of your nose with his finger

this caught you off-guard so you looked up at him, an adorable pink blush dusting your cheeks, ‘really?’ was all you could think to reply

‘yeah.’

Osamu Miya

ofc it was a bet with atsumu ofc it was a bet with atsumu

‘who could get the hotter s/o competition?’ and suna would decide who wins

the twins had a month to get a s/o who was hot asf

so osamu asked you out in maths bc you were the most attractive person he kinda already talks too

you said yes as you sorta kinda maybe had a lil’ thing for him

however, he didn’t even ask you out on a date

in fact, he barely even talked to you after he asked you out until the day came where suna judged which miya twin won the bet

osamu did ofc

then he kinda forgot y’all were dating until one day you snapped him with the caption ‘???’

he was like ‘hey’

sorry i firmly believe he is the driest texter

anyway he felt bad for neglecting you for over a month so he said he’d make it up to you by taking you out to dinner

but he promised himself that dinner was only an apology and right afterwards, he’d cut you off

he was scrolling through his phone, looking for places to take you and although he wanted to just get take-out, even he knew that fast-food probably wasn’t a very romantic date idea

wait- he didn’t care about it being romantic- did he??

eventually he settled on an expensive restaurant bc getting you a take-away probably wasn’t a very good apology

so anyway he took you out and he actually had a pretty good time ^^

i mean, when you coincidentally ordered the same thing off the menu as him- he kinda caught feelings

osamu would definitely realise that he fell for you faster than oikawa and kuroo

just the way his hand just feels a pull towards yours when you’re walking side-by-side is a dead giveaway

so once the date is over and he dropped you off at your house, instead of breaking up with you as he planned, he simply placed a tender kiss on your forehead and smiled, ‘we should do this again soon.’

when he saw the way your face lit up and you squealed slightly, he knew he made the right decision

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hobbitsnapes · 4 years

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the elf in the café chapter 2

A corpse husband story

(I do not own this photo, nor do I know where it originated from. All credit goes to the artist.)

Summary: Never in his life, did he think going to a cafe and meeting a Harry Potter nerd could change his life. (I’m shit at summaries)

A/N: H/N means his name, being that we don’t know what his actual name is currently.

His heart thumped wildly in his chest, growing more noticeable by the minute. What shocked him was, he wasn’t nervous. But rather excitement filled him. He barely got a wink of sleep, going over how the next day would go. Barley getting 2 hours but he felt like he had a full night's rest.

His foot tapped underneath the table, checking his clock every few minutes.

Of course there was a level of anxiety, with being out of his comfort of his apartment. But the more the clock got closer, the more excitement filled him.

He didn’t even realize he was holding in his breath until he saw her walk in. She wore a long sleeve off the shoulder black top, tucked into black capris. Black ballet flats and a long tan jacket.

His heart fluttered in his chest when she spotted him, a bright smile on her face.

She hurried her steps over, making his heart soar. “Hey.” She beamed, sitting in front of him like yesterday. Only now more comfortable, no longer the thin uncomfortable air between them.

Both chatted absentmindedly, sipping on their drinks until both ran empty. Their hearts pained when they noticed, both saddened at the thought of having to part ways again. She looked up at him, a faint smile on her face. “Hey you need to be anywhere today?” She asks, her heart beating wildly. “Not really, why?” He asks. “How about we go to the park, it’s not far from here.” Anxiety builds in his chest at her suggestion. “Um, I don’t know. I don’t know if you know this but I really don’t do well out in public.” Dread fills him. Why does he have to be so scared leaving his apartment? She’s gonna think he’s weird or wanna leave and not see him again. God why can’t he just-his concentration broken at the feel of her hand on top of his, watching as she slowly runs her thumb over the back of it soothingly. “I don’t mean the normal park, not many people go to it. It’s right down the next block. But I’m not gonna be upset if you don’t want to. I just thought it’d be fun.” She says, a warm smile on her face. There was no trace of anger or annoyance on her face. His heart calms down slightly, swallowing the small lump in his throat. “Alright.”

Anxiety filled him when they came close to the park, watching as many people filled the area. Didn't she say it wasn’t this park? His hands started shaking slightly, wanting to run back to his apartment. That was until he felt her hand on his arm, looking down at her and seeing her looking at him. “It’s not this one don’t worry, we do have to cross through it a bit but it’s through the side.” She says, calming him almost instantly.

She stayed true to her words when they passed through the large park filled with people. Walking through the trees and over a small bridge. There was a small trail through the thick trees,not one person in sight.

They walked for a few minutes, silence between them besides their breathing. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as their first, actually being quite calming.

They finally came across a clearing, his breath catching in his throat.

Beautiful trees filled with flowers surrounded the area, small berry trees decorated around it. A small bench sat in the middle of it all. It was beautiful, never had he been here before.

She smiled as she looked at the awe in his face, watching as he looked around like a child in complete wonder. She lightly held onto his wrist, breaking his concentration. “Come, I know just the spot to sit.”

A small gasp leaves him when he sees it, hand going to his mouth. A beautiful cherry blossom tree stands before him, the soft pink flowers creating a glow around it. “It’s my favorite tree here, whenever I’m stressed, or down, I come and sit underneath it.” She says, the same smile on her face as she looks at him.

He takes in a deep breath as they sit under it, a wave of calm overshadowing any anxiety he had, like grabbing a warm plush blanket on a cold night.

She watched as his body relaxed finally, seeing his shoulders drop, his jaw unclenching and his brows no longer furrowed.

A chuckle leaves him, picking up a stay flower that fell to the ground. “They kinda smell like lavender.” He says, looking at the delicate petals. She scoots closer to him, putting her hand under his. “They do, with a hint of vanilla and almond.” He looks down at her, a smile on his face growing. He shrugs for a moment before putting the flower in his mouth, instantly cringing and spitting the flower out. Causing her to laugh. “Doesn’t taste as good as it smells or looks.” He cringes. Causing her to laugh even harder. “Well no they’re not going to. They’re purely an ornamental flower.” Both laugh as he tries riding the taste out of his mouth.

“So how did your day go? Anything exciting?” He asks. “Besides school work and studying, nothing really before we met up.” Curiosity fills him before anxiety. School? Oh god how old is she? She looks to be around his age, but he’s seen plenty of young girls who he assumed were his age. “School? As in?” A laugh leaves her at his question. “Not the kind that you’re worrying about. I graduated when I was 17, and am still currently in college.” Relief fills him at her response. “What are you going for?” He asks. “I’m going for psychology. I started right when I graduated high school and I finished my bachelors degree when I was 21. I’m actually almost halfway to getting a PHD.” Anxiety bubbles up inside him, she’s so smart, he didn’t even get to high school before he dropped out. She gonna think-“what about you?” She asks, panic now overflowing inside him. “Um, actually about that. I um, I dropped out when I was really young.” He stammers, looking down at the ground, wishing it would consume him whole. He feels her hand against his arm, looking over and seeing the same comforting look on her face. “Hey listen to me, it’s okay. I know we don’t know each other well, but I can promise I’m not gonna look at you any different. I’m not like some of my classmates who are stuck up and think poorly of others because they don’t have the same path as them. You’ve got nothing to worry about H/N.” Again, realief fills him at her words and touch. “Thanks, I don’t, I don’t like talking about it. But I feel like I can talk to you for some reason.” He says, his eye growing misty. “Well I’m really glad you can. You’ve got nothing to worry about when talking to me. And I don’t want you to think I’m only talking to you because this is what I’m going to school for. It never was nor will it ever be. I want you to know you can talk about anything to me and I’ll be as understanding as I have been.” She says, watching as his bottom lip slightly quivers. “I never thought that, I can tell you’re being sincere. It’s just, strange. I don’t have a lot of people in my life, fuck I don’t even talk to my family anymore. That’s, one of the biggest reasons I dropped out actually.” A tear escapes past his eye, collecting in his eyelashes. He feels her finger wipe it away, looking at her as she runs her thin over his cheek. He sees her eyes slightly gloss over before she blinked it away. “It’s okay, you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. Whatever they did to you, wasn’t your fault. I’m not gonna try and pry out of you to tell me what happened, but know I’m right here if you need it.” A smile forms on his face, hands shaking slightly in his lap. She sees this, taking her hand off his face. “Come here.” She says, pulling him into a hug. Shock fills him at the feel of her wrapping her arms around him, that is until he finally realizes what’s happening. Wrapping his arms around her, realief filling him. She runs her hands along his back soothingly, a sigh leaving him at the action. “I know we hardly know each other, but I’m here for you. And I promise not to hurt you or let you feel alone like all those others did.” She says, a tear slipping down her eye.

They both sat there in each other’s embrace for some time. Both feeling a level of calmness and warmth that made them not want to pull away. He pulls away from her, wanting to look at her again. A large smile giants on his face, blushing when she looks at him and chuckles. “What?” He asks, his face flushing. “Your smile.” She says, causing him to blush and look away. “I don’t like when I smile.” He says, trying his hardest to rid the every persistent grin on his face. She chuckles at this. “It’s cute.” She says, her face falling and eyes widening in shock. Now her face growing red. “Oh god I said that out loud.” She whispers, causing him to break out in laughter. She hides her face in her palms, chuckling due to her embarrassment. “It’s not funny.” She laughs, causing him to laugh harder. “It’s, it’s not that,bits the fact you think it’s cute.” He laughs, his face now just as red. She removes her face from her hands, a large smile on her face. “Well I mean, I would be lying if I said you weren’t.” She laughs, causing him to grow redder. “I’m not that cute.” He chuckles, looking down at the ground. “Says who? I wanna have a stern talking with them?” She jokes, causing him to laugh harder. “Says me, and it’s my face so I get to decide.” He laughs. “Oh stop that, you’re actually, really attractive. There’s a reason I was trying my hardest to pay attention to my work yesterday. I was trying not to look at you too much and make you think I was a creep.” Both of them start laughing, faces bright red. “You felt like a creep? I felt like one cause I kept taking glances at you!” “Why were you looking at me?” She asks, causing his heart to beat wildly. “I think it’s pretty obvious.” He laughs, “I might be smart, but I’m also really numb. So come on and tell me.” She says, causing him to chuckle nervously. “I, I thought you were really cute when you first came over. I was so nervous you’d think I was ugly. God I feel like a kid who calls his classmate cute.” He cringes, watching as her face grows red again. “Quite the opposite actually, I wanted to say something to you for a while but was nervous.” Both chuckle at this, now even closer than before, their arms brushing one another’s. “That’s, honestly shocking. The fact you thought that. Most of the time people think my voice is attractive, not my face.” “Oh that definitely adds to it. I remember when I first heard you speak all I could think was Severus Snape or batman.” She says, making him laugh and throw his head back. “Batman and snape, I actually don’t hear that very often.” He laughs. “I really wanted to ask you to either say I’m Batman or just say all the lines of snape.” She chuckles.

“Well, I’ll do them if you want. That’s if you come over to my place and have dinner with me?” He asks, his heart beating wildly in his chest. She blushes and ducks her head down, a nervous laugh leaving her. “Are you asking me on a date?” She asks, watching as his face matches hers. “Oh totally not. I’m asking if you’ll come over so I can lock you in my basement. Obviously I’m asking you on a date.” He jokes, making her laugh. “Then I’d love to. Do you have a number I can use?” She asks, pulling her phone out. Shock fills him slightly at seeing the small flip phone in her hands. Barely remembering the last time he saw one of those. “I know, it’s weird I still have one of these. But I’ve had it for years and I don’t have much use for a smart phone.” “Wait does that mean-“ “I don’t do social media, I’ve got a Facebook account and an email. I do have Pandora but I really only use it for songs that I grew up with. I deal with enough people at college and don’t really have many friends outside of it.” She says, making him fill with pure relief. She has no idea, no social media to recognize him from. Fear of her knowing his identity long gone now. “Hey that’s fine, not many people like it. But anyway here’s my number.” He says, showing him his contact, chuckling under his breath as she types it in. A laugh leaving him when she sets his name, the contact being named snape with a black heart beside it.

Both look at one another, smiles on their faces, before leaning in and wrapping their arms around one another. Neither wanting to let go.

#corpse fic #corpse husband fanfic #corpse husband imagine #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband #corpse x reader

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m4ggies · 2 years

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general stats.

full name: margaret madelyn jeon.

nickname(s): maggie, mags.

age: twenty four.

date of birth: febuary 5th.

hometown: dripsi keys.

current location: dripsi keys.

gender: demigirl.

pronouns: she/they.

orientation: pansexual & panromantic.

occupation: bartender.

faceclaim: park sooyoung.

favorites.

scent: cherries & any victorias secrets perfume.

season: fall.

flower: orchids.

genre: horror, thrillers & musicals.

article of clothing: her multiple pairs of fishnets & their little black dress.

past time: singing karoke, drawing & sewing.

personality.

maggie is literally a hot mess. that’s the easiest way to put it. maggie is definitely very fun-loving. she adores going out and having a good time with whoever it may be. they also enjoys just going out by themself. she knows that they’re in their prime right now, and she’s taking full advantage of that and doing everything she can so that she doesn’t look back and regret not doing something later. they would honestly rather regret doing something, then not doing it at all.

she’s very charismatic and loves making new friends. however, they has a hard time with that because they are so open that a lot of people can’t handle her. she’s the type of friend who will tell you things you don’t want to hear even if it means you’ll get hurt. she tries to have others best interest at heart but fails and ends up hurting more than helping more times than not.

maggie is very sexually liberated. they were never really was so open to the idea of sex until they became an adult. she knows that sex is a very human thing, and they doesn’t feel guilty for being so open about it.

maggie is a very unique person, and she knows it. she’s not afraid to be herself, and that’s one of the best qualities about them. she understands that everyone might not like them, and while they may think in her head that their opinion on her is wrong, she still accepts the fact. they can also tend to get very jealous and be very hard-headed. she has a lot of pride, so much so that she sometimes believes they can do no wrong, and would rather let a bridge burn than admit their mistakes, and that is one of the biggest things wrong with her.

extras.

maggie has so many pairs of fishnets, and she never throws them anyway when they get ripped. it’s only when they’re in tatters that they’ll think about throwing them away.

maggies bed is literally the comfiest thing. their comforter and pillowcases are a darker purple and they’re a crushed velvet material. they also has a black canopy draped around their bed.

maggie loves sewing and tends to get a lot of her clothes from thrift shops before fixing them up to their liking. she’s not the best at it, but whenever someone compliments her on their clothes, the first words out of her mouth are ‘ thank you, i actually altered it myself ’. we love humbleness in this house.

she loves going out, so all anyone ever has to do is invite them to go somewhere and she’ll go as long as they isn’t working. she would never pass up on a night out.

while maggie only has one tattoo, which is a rose with a stem on their right side, she has tons of piercings. she has her ears double pierced, their nose is pierced on the left side, their nipples pierced, their bellybutton pierced, and an industrial bar in their right ear.

lastly, maggie has a scar on her thumb. it’s honestly a really stupid story she thinks. when they was in high school, and wanted to try and shape their eyebrows, she got an eyebrow razor. she tried to open it, but couldn’t get the cap off. so she put a lot of force into it, and sure enough, it came off ! but it did cut their thumb pretty bad and now she’s kinda stuck with that scar. and they always goes to professionals for their eyebrows now.

character inspo.

so the main inspiration i had for maggie was actually lyn hernandez from the show vida. so vida is a show about two sisters, and lyn is the less responsible sister between the two. she really seems to care more about herself than anything else, but that’s not entirely true. it’s really obvious in the show that she cares a lot about other people, and it just seems like she’s always the one getting fucked over in relationships. even though she’s not entirely blameless sometimes ( *cough* her mothers funeral with johnny *cough* ). my second inspiration for maggie was serena van der woodsen from gossip girl. i’d say that lyn is the main inspiration, but serena is a close second. i’m not even going to lie, i hated serena so much but she’s such a complex character and she fits maggies vibe so well. like lyn, the problems that serena creates is more due to a lack of foresight, and not malice. serena also is pretty irresponsible as we’ve seen. she also has trouble committing to people due to her mothers marriages, and she doesn’t really know or understand what love truly is.

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pitaparka · 4 years

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lazy river

request: hell yeah prompt list time! kissing john b in the rain for love and longing? love your content btw summary: it’s been a long time since you’ve been to a water park. jon b knows this, and wants to change that.

pairings: john b. x reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: super fluffy. real cute. might rot your teeth.

a/n: requests still open! i got an AP exam this week. i also have to finish a create task i’ve had weeks to work on and haven’t, so... wish me luck. big love!

It’s just how you remember it as a child; all funnel cakes and water slides and screaming children and too hot pavement. Exactly where you want to be when summer's in full swing.

Probably the best unofficial date you’ve ever been on.

You don’t know how much money John B. had to save up in order to get you there, but the topping on the cake was his ability to score a free bus ride to and from going with a small church group. You'd never known him to be religious, but it was an eventful ride for the two of you. John B. was playing the role of full blown Christian boy, and it was so hard to hide your smiles and giggles that everyone must've thought you were his even more Christian friend. K-love plagued the speakers, and you and John B. agreed some of it wasn't bad, but most of the kids were insufferably nice, to a point where it was almost disingenuous. Standing in line with them was a pain, but as soon as you were able to, you two booked it off to the umbrellas, searching desperately for two lounge chairs. Maybe even one at this point. Anything really, until you found a small bunch of chairs left secluded by a family whose child was not having a good time. It was a perfect spot right under the umbrella allowing you to spread your towels out and leave the cooler by the chair. John B. was fast to attack the food in there; sandwiches, chips, fruits, cheese. You name it and JJ had gotten (stolen) it from somewhere for you two. “You’re gonna get sick,” you commented, as he scarfed down a sandwich. The smell of sunscreen plagues the area. You rubbed some onto your face. John B. had miraculously thought of everything except spray on sunscreen, so you were forced to either buy some from the gift shop at a ridiculously inflated price, or use the lotion. “Sick shmick. Do you want to go on some rides?” He says, wiping his dirty hands down on his towel. The towel that was supposed to wipe down his wet body. You grimaced, but then he slipped his shirt off and shimmied off his flip flops. He was so well toned and tan already. You can’t imagine him wanting to get any tanner. “Yes I do, actually. Can you get my back first?” You say, and wonder if John B. actually forgot the spray on sunscreen or opted for the lotion instead for this reason. His hands were firm on your shoulders as he applied the sunscreen, rubbing the taut muscle there and going dangerously low down your back. It sends a shiver down your spine and he can so obviously tell because he does it again to gauge your reaction. He ruins it though, by sending you off with a buddy pat on your shoulders. “Let’s do pirates plunge first,” he said, and it made you smile how excited he got. You wondered how long it’s been for him too. “No,” you argue, “we have to work our way up to that.” "Do NOT tell me you're planning on staying in the lazy river the whole time," he said, turning to where the middle aged adults who obliged their children lounged, floating leisurely under bridges and waterfalls. It made him shiver. "It's a great place to tan," you teased, and he glared at you. You smiled, and stretched upward. "You want sunscreen?" You ask, and he looks like he's about to say no, but he nods his head yes. His back is smooth under your hands, and you make sure to lather his shoulders up nicely. You hand him the bottle when you're finished, and he scoffed. "You only did half," he says. "You can do the rest," you assure, and he rolls his eyes, squirting a glob of cream onto his palm before smearing it over his chest. "This kind of half-assery won't be tolerated," he jokes, "I'm going to have to report you to the manager." "Oh please. You're the king of half-assery." He gasps as he rubs his palms down his face, leaving streaks of white there. "How dare you. You're fired." He claims, looking over to one of the smaller two-person slides. You lean over to him and rub in the white with your thumbs, cupping his face a little. He watches your face the whole time, which, you have to admit, is a little creepy. When you're done, you shove him for good measure, before taking off in the other direction. The sun beats down hot on your shoulders, and you two spend hours waiting in lines and talking and spending time together. You could see the burn on John B.'s face and expected you were going to feel the burn too later on that night. It was a blessing whenever clouds rolled through the sky, blocking out the sun for a brief period before she cleared them away. The rides were subpar, but you two didn't notice in the slightest, screaming and yelling at each other down the slides and in tubes. The two of you dodged children and concerned parents and other teenagers, bobbing and weaving in and out of lines. Dripping wet, bodies glistening in the hot sun, you two decided funnel cakes were in order. You stood in line as John B. toweled off by your seats, and he ducked under the belt to stand with you. It got him dirty looks, but he didn't notice. "When are the church kids leaving?" You pondered, stretching on your tip toes to look in front of John B., trying to catch a glimpse of any of them. "In like an hour," he says, glancing up at the big clock poised over the food shack. There was only one in the entire park, which must've been good for business. They were so hot when you got them that the powdered sugar on top was melting. But as you made your way back to your seats, you felt it. “Oh no,” you whine, the water droplets on your bare shoulder. You turn to look at John B., but his gaze is not with yours. His eyes are on the sky, the grey storm clouds rolling in above. You sigh loudly. It’s not like you’re afraid of getting wet. Of all the places to be when it rains, a water park ranks at least in the top ten. But now all the rides were going to be closed. For god knows how long. He looked back down at you, grinning, and then noted your crestfallen expression. He pouted. “Why the long face?” He said, grabbing your chin and shaking it. You jerked away from his grasp to sulk. “Our day is ruined,” you grumbled, walking down in the direction of your chairs, planted conveniently under one of the large umbrellas. He jogged to catch up to you, intertwining his hand with yours. He swings it back and forth childishly. If he could, he’d probably skip down the concrete path to your area. "We have to eat these anyway. It'll probably be done by then," he assured. Much to your dismay, it was not in fact done by then. "That bus is probably going to leave early now," you mused, checking the notification app they made all of you download before you left the bus. “No way. This day’s not over. It’s just getting started,” he said, plucking your phone from your grasp and burying it in the bag he had brought. He left the rest of the conversation to your imagination before he took off running, pulling you in tow. “Hey!” You cried out, but you couldn’t help the giggle rising out of your throat when he stumbled over his own bare feet a little. He hushed you as you caught up to him on the side of the lazy river. There was nobody in it. All the employees were at the front entrance of it, escorting people out. "Wanna do a river run?" He said, slipping down the ladder. Your eyes bulged. "They're gonna kick us out," you said, hopping in after him anyway. You two stood downstream, and waited for tubes. It only took a few seconds before John B. was passing you one, rain falling on his hair and chest. "Now it's cold," you complained, but John B. chastised you. "Stop being a baby. Hang on," he said, standing up for you to grab onto one of the handles of his tube. The lazy river in the rain was a lot more fun than a lazy river in the sunshine. It would only be a few minutes before you reached the front of the ride, where all the workers were stuck trying to collect the tubes. John B. was splashing water at you, and shaking your tube to get you to fall out. You return the favor by flipping him over near the waterfall. He came up sputtering, and in return tried to flip your tube as well, but you latched onto his neck. It was easy for him to support your weight in the water, and he grabbed your legs, wrapping them around his waist as the tubes got away from the two of you. They floated sadly down the river, under the waterfall by themselves. John B. chased them, hands supporting you, your arms wrapped around his neck. He moved slowly towards the waterfall, and threatened to throw you under it. You squealed and pushed yourself up against him as much as you could, cradling his head to your own. If you were going down, so was he. But he stopped just short. You pulled away just a bit, and he was looking at you, eyes intense, smile bright. Your heart skipped a beat and you swear you saw him move closer. You couldn't help but do the same. Until his lips were on yours, moving in sync with you, rain pelting your bodies. His hands were firm underneath you, and you knew he wouldn't let you fall. It had been so long since you realized you wanted to kiss him for the first time. You could settle for him kissing you. "I love you, you know that?" He remarked. You thought it was sweet, until he tossed you under the waterfall. You swear you could hear his laugh from under the water.

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izlaria · 4 years

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Someone you like (part 1)

This work is inspired by the animatic called Someone you like by honestlyprettychill. I don’t know if I’ll have the energy to do all of the povs showcased in the video, but I just really loved the idea that Lance would eventually come to like Pidge, a romance born from years of friendship. Friends to lovers is my jam.

I’m posting this on tumblr in case I never finish it, because I just wanted to share what I’ve written so far. I might upload the whole thing to AO3 later.

I made some changes to the video’s initial idea, because I wanted to follow canon ages and I didn’t want a 14-year-old to fall for a 12-year-old. At that time, it’s a pretty big difference in development. So I wanted to establish the basis for Lance to eventually romanticize their first encounter, despite not having been attracted to young Katie.

Spanish to English translations at the end.

14 years old

The truth was that Lance went to Space Camp because Veronica could be a little pest. She knew their parents wouldn’t let her go alone and so had enticed her younger brother with the promise of travel and foreign girls and no parental supervision.

Veronica had obviously left out the fact that they were essentially going to school on steroids for a month, smack in the middle of their summer break. Cool as Miami might seem, Lance wasn’t exactly excited for all the extra work the camp would entail.

“No es un acampamiento,” his sister repeated for what felt like the thousandth time. He wasn’t listening anymore. “Tú sabes que el campo de explotación espacial no está muy desenvuelto en Cuba. Si realmente quieres trabajar con eso, entonces simplemente cállate y no insultes a nadie.”

“¿Cuando he insultado a alguien?” he shot back, defensive. Veronica didn’t dignify that with an answer.

As much as Lance might like to think himself very smooth, there were still times when he stumbled over his words, especially in English. More than once he’d meant to pay someone a compliment and had accidentally started an argument of some kind.

Veronica looked impatiently at her watch. “Mira, tengo una reunión con mi orientador. Y tú tienes por lo menos dos artículos para leer para las clases de mañana, ¿por qué no vas a la biblioteca para trabajar un poco? Prometo comprarte una hamburguesa después.”

Lance pouted at her, arms crossed over his chest. “Me debes más que una hamburguesa y lo sabes, Ronie.”

His sister snickered, but it was as much of an acknowledgement as he was going to get. Veronica pressed a quick kiss to his hair, already turning to go into the main building.

“¡Gracias, hermanito! ¡No te arrepentirás!”

In all honesty, Lance wasn’t as irritated as he made Veronica believe. He knew that a summer program in Miami was a really good opportunity, especially if he wanted to get into the Garrison in the following years. It was just difficult.

He was diligent and studious, but not as naturally gifted as some of the other kids. Besides, he hadn’t been to the US in a couple years, since his parents had mostly settled down in the family farm, which meant he still had to fall back into his English, a task made even more frustrating by the xenophobic comments from one of the boys in his AP geometry class.

The teacher had put an end to it right away, but the words stuck with Lance, for some reason.

With how much humanity had progressed in terms of technology, one would think they would be able to get past petty rivalry between nationalities and usually that was true, but the influx of foreigners following the establishment of the Galaxy Garrison in the US desert still annoyed some people, despite its existence as a multinational center for space exploration. It irritated Lance to no end, especially when so many of these scientific advances came from international collaboration.

If only he could shrug off the inadequacy that now grew in his chest.

Straight ahead, there was a path that led to a green area in the middle of the campus. The other students had taken to calling it the Woods, though it was more of a middle-sized park, with benches and picnic tables where anyone from the Institute could go to relax. That’s where Lance went, mind too full to really focus on homework.

He wondered if people would react that same way if he ever made it into the Garrison. He didn’t know how Veronica dealt with it all, especially when she was alone in Arizona most of the time. Barely a week had passed and Lance already missed his parents, the tenderness of home-cooked food and well-intended lectures.

No, he had to believe that Billy Underwood was an exception. The other kids hadn’t joined in on his taunts, even if no one had moved to defend Lance. It was still too early to make conclusions on his colleagues, especially when everyone had seemed so charmed by him before then.

Lance was so lost in thought that he didn’t realize he had been standing in front of one of the benches until a new voice broke through the peace of the park.

“Are you just gonna stand there?”

The words were somewhat harsh, but when Lance lowered his eyes to their source the girl winced, grimacing. She seemed to have spoken impulsively.

“Hmm, yeah.” Lance blinked at her for a moment, before finally sitting down on the bench. He made sure to leave space between him and the girl, not wanting to make the situation even more awkward.

“I didn’t mean to snap at you,” the girl said after a moment of silence. She looked at him sideways and her brown eyes seemed almost golden in the sunlight. There were freckles spread across the bridge of her nose and across her cheeks, and the green ribbon in her hair swayed in the wind. It was a soft sight, a contrast to the steeliness of her posture and gaze.

“It’s fine,” Lance hurried to assure her. She looked young, but so did he, and talking to complete strangers never failed to make him nervous. “Nothing like a little girl yelling at me to bring me back to earth.”

He gave her his best grin, the one reserved for first impressions and fancy parties. It was supposed to project confidence and kindness, even though Luis said he ended up looking a bit smug.

“I didn’t yell,” the girl pointed out with a light frown. Then her eyes shifted into a more calculating look. “You’re a bit of a goofball, aren’t you?”

“I prefer the term good-humored,” he replied jokingly.

She continued to stare. Lance got the feeling that the girl did this a lot. She had an untamed intelligence to her that Lance couldn’t completely understand. It was the sort of air that teachers sometimes carried, as if they could see something deeper in you if they looked long enough.

“It didn’t seem like you were feeling all that good-humored just now.” She tilted her head to the side, letting the words hang between them.

“Yeah, I suppose that’s true,” Lance found himself saying.

“Do you… want to talk about it?” She looked so doubtful that it almost made Lance laugh. The feeling, however, was overcome by the relief of finally having someone who would listen.

He had spent the week trying and failing to explain to Veronica what was truly making him feel down. She was too busy or too happy for Lance to tell her the truth, especially when it left him so vulnerable. After all, Veronica had taken to her work on the Institute like a fish to water. Lance was supposed to be more adaptable than this.

With the rest of his family away in Cuba, he felt unbearably lonely.

“Yes! Thank you!” Lance shifted in the bench to face the girl. She was taken aback by his enthusiasm, but didn’t move away. “There’s this cabrón in my class, who thought it was a good idea to mess with me, just ‘cause I said fábrica instead of factory in our first day here. He hasn’t really left me alone since…” he whined. “I speak two languages but somehow I’m the uneducated ass here!”

The girl nodded, eyes downcast. “I know what you mean.”

“You do?” He eyed the fairness of her skin and the almost ginger of her hair. “Sorry, but you look white.”

Lance’s comment must have taken her by surprise, because she actually laughed.

“I am white. I’m also Italian.” She rolled her eyes, but there was amusement in the tug of her lips. “I can be both.”

“That’s true.” Lance grinned sheepishly. It was good that she wasn’t offended by his lack of filter. “You don’t have much of an accent, though.”

“Neither do you,” the girl bit back, no real animosity in her tone.

He shrugged. “My family spent a lot of time in the US when I was younger. It used to be second nature to me. Now, I keep feeling like I have to hold back the instinct to roll my R’s.”

“I get that. My parents moved here right after I was born, but we used to speak Italian in the house.” There was a pause here, something that she couldn’t bring herself to say. “I think it’s cool that you can speak Spanish. It’s useful.”

“Yeah?” Lance sat up straight, feeling suddenly boastful.

“Sure!” she continued, encouraged by his interest. “The Bouman Aeronautics Research Institute really values multiculturalism! It is a hob of different nationalities and perspectives, created to foster new minds from around the world! Or that’s what my brother says, at least, and he is rarely wrong.” She gave him a smirk that quickly shifted into a grimace. “Don’t tell him I said that or he will never let me forget it.”

“Older brother?” At her nod, Lance smiled. “I got older siblings too. Sort of the reason I’m here in the first place, actually. One of them was accepted as a researcher and she tricked me into applying too.”

“Same, actually.” She seemed startled for a moment, pulling out her cellphone. “Freak, I have to go! I completely lost track of time while reading.” She got up to go, collecting the book she’d apparently put down to talk to him. It was a thick volume with numbers on the cover, but it didn’t look like math.

Another green ribbon fluttered to the ground, having escaped the pages of the book. Lance bent down to pick it up.

“Here.” He stretched it out to the girl. “Wouldn’t want to lose its pair,” he said with a wink.

“Thanks for reminding me!” She grabbed the ribbon hurriedly, then paused, turning back to Lance. “And for the conversation, I guess.”

Lance grinned at her. She was a little awkward but in an endearing way, like she wasn’t used to having the attention of others on her. Given she empathized with his circumstances in the Institute, it wasn’t that big of a leap to assume that she had trouble making friends.

“Bye bye, Italian girl.” He waved, glad that he could spend these few minutes with her.

“Farewell, Spanish boy.”

Lance meant to correct her about his nationality, but she took out running, clearly late for something. He laughed at the way she stumbled across the uneven ground, careless like a little kid. It was a strange juxtaposition: the thoughtfulness of her earlier words and the childishness of her smile now.

He settled back into the bench, feeling much more content than he’d been earlier. It was nice to talk to people outside of class, for a change.

And, well, Italian girl was pretty. A bit young-looking for him, but he thought guys her age should be tripping over their feet for a chance to talk to her.

“Hey, you’re Lance, right?” A boy had approached while Lance observed the girl disappear from sight. He was tall and robust, with shortly cropped hair, but his expression was friendly. “You’re in my Analytics class.”

It took Lance a second to place him. Analytics was one of the classes Lance struggled with the most, so he hadn’t had as much opportunity to joke around there.

“And you’re Hunk!” Lance snapped his fingers, smiling. “Sit down, man! What can I do for ya?”

Translations:

“No es un acampamiento.Tú sabes que el campo de explotación espacial no está muy desenvuelto en Cuba. Si realmente quieres trabajar con eso, entonces simplemente cállate y no insultes a nadie.” - “It’s not a camp. You know that the field of space exploration is not very well developped in Cuba. If you really do want to work in this area, then simply shut up and don’t insult anyone.”

“¿Cuando he insultado a alguien?” - “When have I insulted anyone?”

“Mira, tengo una reunión con mi orientador. Y tú tienes por lo menos dos artículos para leer para las clases de mañana, ¿por qué no vas a la biblioteca para trabajar un poco? Prometo comprarte una hamburguesa después.” - “Look, I have a meeting with my coordinator. And you have at least two articles to read for tomorrow’s classes. Why don’t you go work for a bit in the library? I promise to buy you a burger later.”

“Me debes más que una hamburguesa y lo sabes, Ronie.” - “You owe me more than a burger and you know it, Ronie.”

“¡Gracias, hermanito! ¡No te arrepentirás!” - “Thank you, little brother! You won’t regret it!”

Cabrón - Bastard

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cncozutarapoto · 3 years

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I posted 359 times in 2021

27 posts created (8%)

332 posts reblogged (92%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 12.3 posts.

I added 172 tags in 2021

#cnco - 42 posts

#joel pimentel - 25 posts

#christopher velez - 24 posts

#erick brian colon - 16 posts

#richard camacho - 16 posts

#cncomusic - 15 posts

#joel deleon - 12 posts

#zabdiel de jesus - 11 posts

#joel de leon - 8 posts

#fanfic - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 82 characters

#i was a camp counselor and a bus counselor and oml some of those songs were stinky

My Top Posts in 2021

My thoughts, watching the Tan Enamorados MV for the first time

Brooklyn Bridge! Ok it's the city (new york/manhattan) santa i know him

I love Erick's outfit

I was originally an Erick girl

Wait why are there fences and barricades inside a building??

The black & white is cool, I'm here for it

I am literally only 20 seconds in this is going to be so long

Ayy Zabdi (he looks like a cholo though, can I say that?)

Oh dang that's a nice car!

Ok there's models in this video & from what I can tell they all look the same

BANDANA JOEL I MISSED YOU

Joel's driving, didn't Chris almost crash the car in a past music video? Am I remembering that right?

Ok yes these girls all look the same no offense

I like the one with the french braids though

Were they doing donuts in that parking lot? We all see those tire treads on the ground 👀

They put Chris in the back, maybe he did almost crash a car idk

Chris looks good too (who am I kidding they all do)

The way Erick leans over the fence in that one shot 🥺

Sorry Richard I'm not trying to neglect you but it looks like you have a mullet in this era and respectfully I am not a fan

Why Zab grab the fence like that

I love when they're lowkey doing weird little dance moves (affectionate) in the background I love that

The way Chris stuck out his tongue oop

I paused the video and it looked like Joel was scratching his ass or somth idk

Richard's voice, that's the tweet

The little head wobble thing he does sometimes

THESE BOYS NEED TO STOP LEANING ON THE FENCE AND ITS BECAUSE THEY LOOK GOOD WHILE DOING IT PLS

Also I didn't comment on Zabdiel's amor mio but that just goes without saying

I jUST NOTICED THE BACKGROUND PICTURES ARE OF THEM WHY DID THAT TAKE ME THREE WHOLE MINUTES

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I'm sorry but is this man wearing pants??

7 notes • Posted 2021-06-17 02:24:25 GMT

Fanfic?

So I have this CNCO fanfic I’m writing on Wattpad. It’s (unsurprisingly) about Joel. It’s a bit goofy, has some drama and spice, there’s subplots re: mental health and family issues and more. If anyone’s interested in reading what’s already posted and giving feedback or just enjoying it, please lmk and I’ll drop my wattpad username.

I’m really self conscious about my writing, so this means a lot to me. It’s almost like my baby lol. Thanks for reading

15 notes • Posted 2021-05-30 04:21:24 GMT

I just watched all to well... oh my god she was so young. I wasn't expecting her to be only 20 in that relationship.

And the line I'll get older, but your lovers stay my age

Sick. Just sick.

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The Boys & Getting a Puppy

I’m assuming this hasn’t been done yet, so let’s go! (I’m also including Joel)

Chris

ok so it’s definitely another white little fluffy dog like Ollie

maybe a bichon frise or a maltese

like he would insist on it

“Amor, just imagine having two of them!”

and he holds up Ollie right in front of your face

and you say that they would look like a pair of slippers

not that you don’t love Ollie

Chris just laughs

you end up giving in at the pet store

the new puppy is so fluffy and cute

it just has this look in its eyes

you know when they say the puppy dog eyes? that kind of look

sure enough they do look like little slippers

but Ollie and the other dog are adorable together so it’s ok

Richard

I’m thinking maybe a rottie?

or maybe a mixed breed

he wouldn’t be super picky about it I think

Aaliyah would be so excited, she’d go with you guys of course

you’d probably go with a german shepherd rottie mix

Aaliyah would think it’s adorable

and Richard breaks at the sight of this puppy

“baby his paws are so tiny, and look at those spots above his eyes”

it’s like you’re at the shelter with two little kids

the puppy instantly starts licking Richard when he holds the puppy

and Aaliyah gets a big sloppy kiss on her cheek

and Rich just has the biggest smile on his face

with their reactions, you all know it’s the one

Zabdiel

I feel like Zabdiel is also a cat person so maybe you already have a cat?

but ever since that puppy interview he’s been thinking about it

“Bebe, we should get un perrito”

you’re a little surprised but you agree

so you guys go to the pet store

Zabdiel instantly falls in love with this goldendoodle that’s sleeping

“Zabdi, she’d sleeping just like you”

but he barely hears you because he’s looking at the puppy with heart eyes

so of course you adopt the puppy

as soon as you get home she goes from sleepy to crazy

running around and jumping and trying to play with everything

and she pees on the floor

it’s chaos, but after a while she falls asleep with you guys on the couch

Erick

I’m getting pug vibes from Erick?

like for some reason he just loves their little scrunched up faces

“Erick, they have breathing problems”

he doesn’t care, he just thinks that they’re cute and he wants to get one

you guys go and he instantly falls in love with the first one he sees

“You don’t want to look at any of the other ones?”

nope. this is the one.

he names it something like brownie, idk

I’m getting chill dog vibes

like not super playful but not completely doing nothing either

I feel like the dog is maybe 2, so not a puppy anymore

Erick will just sit with the dog and give scratches

and the pug just rolls over onto its back so he can scratch its belly

and this happens almost all day every day

Joel (bonus)

Joel’s really particular about the dog he wants

like he has this idea in his head of the perfect dog

you don’t completely understand what exactly he’s looking for

you guys go to all the pet stores and shelters in the area

and even look online at breeders

but nothing is good enough for this shit

like just when you think he’s found the perfect one

“no, this one’s not it” literally every single time

you’re convinced that you’re never going to find the perfect puppy for him

but one day you guys are out and you find a little aussie puppy with no tags or id or collar

you guys look for missing dog signs and check the local facebook pages, but there��s nothing so you take him home for a few days

Joel’s hesitant at first, but slowly warms up to the puppy

the day that you’re supposed to take the pup to the shelter, you catch Joel snuggling with him

when he wakes up, he tells you that this is the one

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bumblesimagines · 4 years

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The Oldest Pogue

Part 4

Request: Yes or No

"Think they got away?" Pope asked. (Y/N) shrugged, munching on the bag of chips. He offered them some, watching them stick their hands in.

“50/50 chance that they got away or got arrested. I already know I’m gonna get a lecture when I get home.” (Y/N) sighed, handing the bag to JJ and shaking his head.

“Well, this is what you signed up for the moment you became friends with us.” JJ said, shrugging lightly. (Y/N) nodded, licking his lips.

“Where are we supposed to meet up with them anyway? They never actually specified.” (Y/N) ran a hand through his hair, starting the van up again and driving.

“Maybe I should check the station.” (Y/N) muttered.

“We can drop you off there and you can figure out what happened.” JJ said. (Y/N) nodded, stopping and getting out. JJ patted his shoulder. (Y/N) started walking down the sidewalk, heading to the department. He entered, looking around.

“Hey, dad.” He greeted, sitting down at the chair. Shoupe hummed, leaning back in his chair.

“You know... Your friends were in here not long ago. Had to arrest them for assault and battery.” Shoupe said. (Y/N) blinked, lips parting.

“What?”

“John B smashed the ranger’s hand in a glass window.” Shoupe stared at him. (Y/N) grunted, leaning back and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Are these the type of people you want in your life, (N/N)? People with charges?” Shoupe asked, staring at his son. (Y/N) licked his lips.

“Dad, I-”

“I let you hang out with them because I hoped you would be a good influence on them. I thought you’d keep them out of trouble, not mother them.”

“I’m only one person, dad. What’d you expect me to do? Be at multiple places? They’re teenagers! I’m a teenager! You want us to act like adults and then get mad when we do.” (Y/N) huffed, getting up and walking away. Shoupe sighed deeply.

“(Y/N)-”

“I’ll see you at home.” (Y/N) mumbled, leaving the department and walking down the sidewalk. He crossed his arms, heading home. He entered, going to his room and collapsing on the bed. He turned his head, looking at a frame. (Y/N) picked it up, staring at the picture of his mom. She had passed away when she was younger, leaving only (Y/N) and his dad. Shoupe tried to be a good father. He taught (Y/N) to be polite, kind, and humble. He let out a shakey sigh, eyes watering. Part of him always felt that his mother’s death forced him to grow up faster. He learned to cook at a young age, took up most of the chores, did his schoolwork alone and without anyone elses help. (Y/N) stood, starting to tidy up his room to clear his mind. He redid everything, changing where the bed and drawers were.

“(Y/N)!” (Y/N) drew open his curtains, spotting the van. John B flashed him a peace sign as JJ opened the side door. (Y/N) grinned, leaving his room. He left the house, locking the door behind him before jogging to the van and getting in.

“You and me are gonna have a serious chat later.” (Y/N) pointed at John B. JJ and Pope laughed.

“Ooh, Mama Pogue is out and did not come to play.” JJ grinned. (Y/N) rolled his eyes, ruffling his hair up. John B started driving, heading to The Wreck. (Y/N) let JJ rest his head on his shoulder, looking out the window. They parked in front of the joint.

“Alright, (Y/N).” John B looked at him. (Y/N) sighed and rolled his eyes, getting out and entering. He greeted Kiara’s dad, finding her cleaning tables.

“Hey, Kie. We’re going somewhere.” (Y/N) said. Kiara shook her head. “Not going.” (Y/N) hummed, stepping outside.

“She said no.” He called. John B got out of the van as (Y/N) headed down and into the van.

“What happened with Kie and John B?”

“They got in trouble.” (Y/N) replied as he sat beside JJ. “She’ll come around.”

“She always does when it’s John B.” Pope mumbled. (Y/N) and JJ looked at each other, chuckling softly.

“What? Jealous?” JJ asked. (Y/N) gently nudged him. Pope stayed silent, confirming his friends thoughts. Kiara and John B eventually came out of the joint. Pope moved to the back with (Y/N) and JJ. They made light talk as they drove, sky darkening. JJ moved to the trunk to get comfortable, rolling a blunt.

“Mind if I skip this one?” JJ asked, smoking the blunt. (Y/N) rolled his eyes. “Today’s been a long day, and a lot of weird stuff’s gone down. I’m just gonna lay low. Do you want a hit of this?”

“You know he doesn’t smoke, J.” (Y/N) mumbled, taking the blunt from JJ.

“Yeah, I like to keep the signal clear.” Pope said, watching (Y/N) smoke.

“Dude, okay. Do you understand that your problem is that you don’t get creative? (Y/N)’s the deputy’s son and he does it!”

“Quit peer pressuring him, J. We learned that in school.” (Y/N) handed the blunt back to him. Pope chuckled.

“Bold of you to assume I went or paid attention to school.” JJ replied.

“I can tell.” (Y/N) grinned, shifting and looking at him. JJ huffed, pouting slightly.

“I only do it to deal with the nonsense you guys bring.” (Y/N) shrugged. JJ placed a hand over his heart dramatically.

“You wound me, Mama Pogue.”

“Look, I know I was wrong about the lighthouse, alright?” John B glanced back at them. The boys quieted down, looking at him. “And probably wrong about everything else. But I- I was right about one thing.” John B stared forward.

“My dad is trying to tell me something.” John B glanced at them all. He slowly came to a stop.

“Which is why we’re at a cemetery?” (Y/N) cocked a brow. It had already turned pitch black so they needed flashlights. JJ turned his on, flinching when the light shone in his eyes, blinding him for a bit. (Y/N) snorted, shaking his head as they got out of the van and entered.

“This place is scary.” Kiara mumbled. (Y/N) nodded, shining his flashlight around.

“John B, what are we doing?” Kiara asked, glancing at him.

“You know when you’re trying to remember a song and can’t remember who sings it?”

“Yeah.”

“So, Redfield. This whole time, I thought it was a place, right? But it’s not. It’s a person.” John B said, approaching a grave and shining the light on the name.

“Voi-effing-la.” John B looked at them. (Y/N) hummed, looking over the grave.

“See, my great-great-great grandmother, Olivia Redfield. That was her maiden name.” John B explained. Silence past over them as they took it in.

“Come, help me with the door.” John B said, walking to it and pushing. JJ and Pope helped him while (Y/N) and Kiara looked on.

“It’s like 700 pounds, It’s not gonna budge.” Pope grunted.

“We didn’t come this far to get this far, alright?” JJ breathed out. (Y/N) sighed, wishing he had smoked a bit more. Suddenly, a snake poked it’s head out of a large crack, hissing at them. (Y/N) reached out, pulling JJ back as they jumped back.

“That’s a moccasin. Ye olde Dr. Cottonmouth. Death in tall grass.” JJ said before he started barking at it, trying to scare it away more. (Y/N) rolled his eyes.

“JJ, shut up.”

“You’re gonna wake the dead, man.” Pope huffed. (Y//N) patted his shoulder.

“They’re afraid of dogs.” JJ told them. (Y/N) nodded.

“We know. What does a cornered animal do? Fight. We don’t need it whipping around and biting you.” (Y/N) said. JJ let out a sigh and nodded.

“Wait, wait.” He stopped John B from approaching the door. “If there’s one, there’s probably dozens.”

“Snakes are solitary animals, J.” (Y/N) mumbled, watching him start barking again.

“Stop barking at the snakes.” John B huffed. Pope sighed.

“John, look. We’re not gonna get in there. It’s not budging.” Pope said.

“I can get through.” Kiara mumbled, flashing her light over the crack that the snake had come out of.

“What?” The boys looked at her. “You think you can fit through that hole?”

“Look, this is about your dad.” Kiara looked at him. “I honestly really don’t believe in it but you deserve to know the truth.” Kiara shrugged, going up the the crack. They helped her get the overgrown roots off before she climbed inside with help from JJ. Pope handed her the flashlight.

“I need some more light.” She called, looking around. John B stuck his hand with his lantern in.

“Find anything?” He asked, voice hopeful.

“Oh, my god..” Was the answer they got. Kiara stuck her hand back out, handing over something to John B. (Y/N) and JJ helped her climb back out, getting her out of the grave safely. John B stared at the package. (Y/N) stood beside JJ, glancing at him when he lit another blunt. He turned around, hearing the sound of a vehicle.

“Holy shit..” John B whispered. “This is from my dad.”

“Code red. Code red. Square groupers! Square groupers!” JJ called, quickly turning and pulling (Y/N) along. They quickly hid behind the grave, turning their lights off so they wouldn’t be seen.

“Is it them?”

“Homies got a gun.” JJ replied, watching them. Kiara shook her head, getting up.

“Screw this.” She mumbled, taking off in the direction of the van. The boys quickly followed her to a gate. They climbed over the wall, Pope getting stuck on the fence while trying to get away.

“Guys, guys! I’m stuck!” Kiara and (Y/N) went to help while JJ took out the gun, pointing it at Pope. (Y/N) glanced back at him, muttering an ‘oh my god’ at his friends antics.

“Pope, don’t move, okay?” John B quickly pushed his arm down while (Y/N) and Kiara tugged on Pope, attempting to get him down as quickly as possible.

“Wait, wait, wait. You’re gonna rip me!” The sound of clothes tearing made (Y/N) snort as they got Pope down but without pants. They laughed as they ran back to the van, getting in. John B drove off as they snickered, teasing Pope. They went back to John B’s place, entering. JJ made a beeline for the kitchen, getting some bread.

“That bread had mold on it like two days ago.” Pope said as he sat down at the table with John B. JJ glanced at him.

“I’ll just pull off the bad parts.” JJ shrugged. “Plus, mold is good for you. It’s just a natural organism.”

“Shit is natural but you don’t see people eating it like it’s nutella.” (Y/N) mumbled, grabbing the remaining bread and throwing it out. They went to the table, watching John B open the package. (Y/N) looked at JJ when he gagged and spat out the bread, throwing it in the trash. He pulled at the bad parts, hoping he could salvage it. John B pulled out a map, looking at the X.

“X marks the spot.” Pope said, pointing to it. (Y/N) looked at the coordinates. John B felt something else in the package, pulling out a tape recorder.

“What’s that?” JJ asked, brows furrowing slightly.

“A tape recorder, dumbass.” Kiara replied. John B clicked play, listening to the message from Big John, John B’s father. They listened to him talk about the Royal Merchant. (Y/N) looked at John B as the static cackled and the recorder shut off, noting the look in his eyes.

“Holy shit, he did it!” JJ exclaimed as John B stood, stepping away. (Y/N) smacked the back of JJ’s head, approaching John B and wrapping his arms around him, Kiara joining him as John B sobbed.

“It’s okay..” (Y/N) whispered, comforting him as he had done many times before in the last nine months. Once John B had calmed down, they stepped outside, going to the port and flickering on a lamp. They sat on the railings, Kiara playing on a ukulele.

“How much was it again?” JJ asked, causing Kiara to pause and look up, gently placing the ukulele down on her lap.

“400 mil.” Pope replied, staring at the lantern. John B stayed silent, staring out at the marsh with a distant gaze.

“Alright.” JJ sighed, tired of the silence. “Let’s talk the split.” JJ said.

“Now, before we say “evenly”, may I remind you that I am the only one that can properly defend us from those groupers who were after us. Protection? Not cheap, okay?” JJ held up the gun, blue eyes flickering between them.

“You haven’t trained.” Pope pointed out, glancing at the gun. “Youtube, bro! That’s at least a five percent bump right there.” JJ responded, shrugging. (Y/N) shook his head, snorting quietly.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself waving that shit around.” (Y/N) pointed out as well, keeping an eye on the gun.

“Not if I train. I’ll be self taught.”

“In the art of shooting guns?” (Y/N) cocked a brow, not quite believing the words coming out of his mouth. JJ nodded, staring into his (E/C) eyes with a goofy smile. The lantern helped light them off, showing their color off more clearly.

“Well, what are you gonna do with your percent, Pope?” Kiara asked. Pope looked down at a lantern, fiddling with his fingers.

“Pay for college in advance.” He replied, nodding as he looked at them. “And also, textbooks. Those are expensive.” He added.

“What about you, Kie?” JJ looked at her, head tilting.

“Yeah, what does a socialist do when she’s rich?” Pope asked, looking at her. Kiara chuckled.

“Just wanna make a double album.” She shrugged, looking between the three boys. “About OBX, the Pogues. You know, the way Catch a Fire is about Kingston. Record it at Marley Studio, Peter Tosh producing.”

“Peter Tosh is dead.” Pope reminded, brows furrowing. “I know. The spirit of Peter Tosh will never die.” She raised her can, a playful grin on her face.

“What about you, (Y/N)?” Kiara looked at the boy beside her, everyone’s attention shifting onto him. (Y/N) shrugged, staring up at the night sky. JJ noted how the light from the lantern lit up his face perfectly.

“I’ll... Save it. Store it away. Get a sugar daddy, and then become mega rich.” (Y/N) grinned. Kiara laughed as JJ glanced at the wooden boards under them, gently biting his bottom lip.

“That’s my boy!” Kiara hollered as she fist-bumped (Y/N), smiling widely.

“I’m gonna get a big ass house on Figure Eight and go full Kook.” JJ said, looking between them.

“You’re gonna go full Kook?” Pope questioned, cocking a brow as he turned his head to look at the troublemaking Pogue.

“Yep. Get a marble statue of myself, and then I’m gonna get a koi pond.” JJ nodded, smiling. His friends laughed.

“Gonna go golfing too?” (Y/N) asked. JJ nodded. “I’ll be the best one there. You better visit too.” JJ stared at him, giving a light shrug. “Hell, I’ll be your sugar daddy.”

“You? My sugar daddy? You’re more likely to become my sugar baby.” (Y/N) ruffled JJ’s blonde hair, smiling. JJ ignored the way his cheeks heated up, a smile breaking out on his face

“What are you gonna do, JB?” Pope asked. They got silent, looking at him. John B cracked a small smile, looking at them. His eyes flickered between his friends faces.

“To going full Kook.” He said, raising his can. They raised their cans, sharing smiles and laughs. “To going full Kook!”

(Y/N) stared at the water, not noticing JJ staring at him. His sunglasses helped make it less obvious that he was ogling him but John B could tell. JJ came out to him as bi and confided in him when he realized he had a crush on (Y/N). JJ whistled, getting their attention. JJ nodded to another boat.

“You guys see that? That’s the Malibu 24-MXZ, the world’s finest wakesetter.” JJ told them. “Number one in luxury, quality, and performance.”

“200k. Easily.”

“We picked the wrong parents.” Pope mumbled, a bit of envy clear in his voice.

“I hate to break it to you guys, but that’s Topper and his girlfriend.” Kiara said. (Y/N) licked his lips, watching them pass by. Sarah raised her sunglasses, glancing at them, though her gaze seemed to linger on John B.

“Don’t act like you don’t see us, bitch.” Kiara shook his head. (Y/N) cleared his throat, cocking a brow at the insult. Kiara licked her lips, running a hair through her curls.

“Anyways...” He sat up, rolling his neck and shoulders, hearing a soft pop. JJ looked at him, eyes flickering down to eye his shirtless body one more time. (Y/N)’s skin was smooth, shining a bit in the sunlight. JJ preferred the moonlight. He loved when the two would go out at night and sit on their surfboards, staring at the moon and the gentle waves. They hadn’t had much time for it lately with Shoupe being stricter than usual and the mess John B had dragged them into.

“Come on, (Y/N). Don’t you want some of that?” Pope asked, tilting his head. (Y/N) snorted.

“The boat or Sarah?” (Y/N) cocked a brow. JJ chuckled, ignoring the stab of jealousy as he shifted his gaze onto the water. John B noticed, staying quiet.

“Either one.”

“Neither. Sarah’s nice and the boat might be pretty and fast but it’s still a boat.” (Y/N) shrugged, glancing at the boat. He couldn’t care less about those things. As long as the boat didn’t break down in the middle of the ocean, it was good.

“Just like Sarah. She might be pretty and rich, but she’s still a bitch.” Kiara said. The boys shared a look. They never understood the beef that seemed to be one-sided between Sarah and Kiara. John B drove back to his place, tying the boat as Kiara slid on her pants and shirt, getting out and onto the wooden port. (Y/N) grabbed his shirt, sliding it on much to JJ’s disappointment. John B snorted, nudging him with his elbow.

“Way to make it subtle.” He mumbled. JJ flushed, huffing lightly as he put a shirt on and grabbing his snapback. They walked to the van, getting in.

“So, where are we going?” (Y/N) asked. John B glanced back at him as he turned the van on.

“Somewhere that has wifi so we can figure out where the Merchant is.” He replied. The other’s furrowed their brows.

“But The Cut has no power. Only Figure Eight does.” Pope pointed out.

“Ooh, I know a place with computers.” JJ said, nodding as he glanced at them. John B cocked a brow.

“Just drive.” JJ huffed, rolling his eyes.

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dansnaturepictures · 3 years

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05/09/2021-Blog 1 of 2: Wonderful waders, Wheatears and more at Lymington and home: My first Curlew Sandpiper of the year and more

On a very sunny and warm day I enjoyed Woodpigeon in the garden, bee coming in my room briefly and loved seeing lots of Small White butterflies in the back garden especially one I got close to when walking through to go out this afternoon which I took the second picture in this photoset of where I also enjoyed the flowers in the garden again especially hebe and sedum starting to come into flower and noticing some fleabane in the garden one of the flowers I am most fond of seeing outside for the first time seeing this lovely yellow one in the garden so another big garden flower highlight for me this year. I also took the third picture in this photoset of a red flower and on the way back through the garden with it still very sunny when back home I took the final two pictures in this photoset of flowers in the garden enjoying the alyssum and chrysanthemum again too.

We then came to Lymington in pursuit of Curlew Sandpiper and Little Stint that had been around as always key September bird targets for us. Fitting for the day #WildflowerHour occurs on Twitter as is so often the case I had a strong botanical start to the walk as I noticed more lovely sea aster on the fringes of Eight Acre pond at Salterns Sailing Club where we parked near a flower I noticed within this reserve but further along at Pennington for the first time this year last weekend and then I saw it’s purple and yellow lookalike some stunning Michaelmas daisies glowing in the sunshine as we got onto the path including the one in the fourth picture in this photoset I took today. I first ever saw these here and they are one of my favourite flowers to look for in late summer and early autumn at such areas. Also one I knew before my big delve into flowers. So it was lovely to see them today. I also saw the key for the area rock samphire my first of the year of these too beautiful quirky shaped green flowers and as the walk went on ragwort, bindweed, yarrow, carrot and the first broad-leaved clover I’d seen in a while looked great.

Walking on towards Normandy lagoon where the two wader targets of ours were reported at and I saw my first of a long stream of glorious Wheatears this afternoon. It was exceptional to see this exotic and striking species flying around and settled on the ground and on posts, including the path and the bits of land on the lagoon. I very much enjoyed seeing some of the most I ever had of them in one day for this migrant that is passing back through areas like these on the way back to Africa currently that I have seen so much of this year quite notable for a bird I was seeming to see a little less of the past couple of years perhaps so this is really encouraging. I got the sixth picture in this photoset of one among others I tweeted on Dans_Pictures tonight. We saw another colourful delight around this area when a smashing Kingfisher darted around over the lagoon and channel beside it the first I’d seen for a little while and key bird here so this was great. I also saw my first of a strong amount of Curlews today at this point probably my most at once this year which again is very encouraging for this species who’s decline and struggles have been well documented with them flying around a lot and seen still. I took the fifth picture in this photoset of one.

Then we had the moment of the day when on Normandy lagoon we spotted the almost snow white plumage of the juvenile Curlew Sandpiper on Normandy lagoon as it was illuminated by the bright sun. It was special to make out its splendid patterned back too. We got one of our best ever views of this species building brilliantly on last year’s some of my best ever views at Farlington Marshes in September. I took the first and seventh pictures in this photoset of this bird. It was extraordinary to watch this wonderful bird sparkle as it waded in the shallows of the lagoon and rested on the shingle nicely too with Dunlin and Ringed Plover around nicely for comparisons particularly of size with the Curlew Sandpiper considerably bigger. I was in my element watching this species some amazing views of one of my birds of the year and my first of the species in 2021. Fittingly for a bird that was involved here in at the time my 2014 year list overtaking my 2013 one to become my then highest year list, it took my 2021 year list to 177 levelling my 2014 total to make it my joint sixth highest ever year list with my totals in 2019, 2018, 2017, 2020 and 2016 higher than this with the final totals in that order. Another amazing moment with my year list this year and something I am so pleased to get to. And I feel so very lucky and humbled to be able to say that it means its another month that I have now definitely got at least one bird year tick in, my chain of getting at least one year tick in every month since November 2015 goes on. It was great to see both Curlew and Curlew Sandpiper well today not something I’d noticed happening a lot before I may have seen Curlews on the same day as Curlew Sandpipers as it’s always the right habitat but it hasn’t stuck in my mind before.

It’s remarkable over the years how many times on the same day as seeing my first Curlew Sandpiper of the year I see my first Little Stint of the year too or it’s the next year tick after it or the one before they are both around at the same time of year after all and are a real due for me. We then walked around the rest of the lagoon getting quite near to Lymington town to see if we could see the Little Stints that had been around too but we didn’t manage it today. We did see some more incredible waders though. With very big numbers of Ringed Plover and Redshank throughout the afternoon and some Redshanks on the mudflats with the tide out mostly were making a racket which was so delightful to hear with their high-pitched call and it was noticeable to some other people walking which was interesting, the former one of my birds of the weekend after seeing them yesterday at Hill Head too. There were also loads and loads of slick looking Greenshank today, as there quite often is at this time of year. It was fantastic to see them with memorable views of three together on the lagoon and one flying on the mudflats the other side of the sea wall from the lagoon too which I hadn’t often seen before and I photographed as tweeted tonight I have had a top few weeks for these as one of my stars of Rutland Water when we went last month and had a good year for them. Spotted Redshank were on the lagoon too. On the shore with some Redshanks and then later behind the fence of the lagoon quite close to us with a Lapwing was a shiny golden Bar-tailed Godwit with its upturned beak and name providing marking on its tail feathers. A wonderful bird to see another of my birds of the year which it was thrilling to see again in 2021 and I felt so lucky. I took the eighth picture in this photoset of one.

Wildlife Sightings Summary: My first Curlew Sandpiper of the year, two of my favourite birds the Little Egret and Kingfisher, Redshank, Spotted Redshank, Greenshank, Black-tailed Godwit, Bar-tailed Godwit, Curlew, Oystercatcher, Lapwing, Dunlin, Ringed Plover, great views of Grey Herons I took a picture of one with my bridge camera which starred today rather I took all but two of my many bird photos today with it which reminded me of the first picture I ever produced with the bridge camera I believe in this month three years ago of a Grey Heron at Titchfield Haven I don’t think I envisaged at that stage how important this second camera would become for me with all the help for birds further away and with ID so its exciting to celebrate the three years for me, Cormorant, Black-headed Gull, lots of Herring Gulls including many young, Mallard, Tufted Duck with a shine in its eye, Wheatear, great views of Stonechat and Reed Bunting too, Whitethroat, Feral Pigeon, strong view of a large Raven, a Swallow nicely fairly late on at the place I saw my first of the year on Easter Sunday which seems an age ago now, Small White, Brimstone, Small Heath out late as they often are at this type of habitat, another butterfly I couldn’t quite see what either Peacock or Red Admiral and dragonflies I couldn’t quite see which as they were flying fast.

My next post has some landscape pictures I took today and more reflections on the day.

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thosesouthparkimagines · 4 years

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For You, Anything. (Cartman!Reader x Kyle)

(Y/N) Cartman. My full name. Sibling to the well known as an idiot, Eric Cartman. We were twins, I was born 10 minutes earlier, much to his dismay,and he always made my life a living hell for it. He did not think it was fair to him that he was younger, but that was the way it was.

“(Y/NNNNNN). Come on. We’re gonna be lateeeee” my brother groans, his annoying voice slipping out as he whines. “Come onnnnn.”

“Relax Eric, I’ll come when I come” I say, irritated.

“Haha. Thats what she-”

“Finish that statement and I’ll punch your teeth in” . He goes silent. I’m the only one he’d listen to because he knows I won’t put up with his bullshit.

“Finally. Jesus woman, you take forever to get ready” Eric says, sighing in relief when I finally come downstairs ready to go.

“Yeah, yeah. Lets just go before we miss the bus.”

This was the first year I was attending school with Eric. When we were younger, we did not get along, so I went to live with our father. He got sick of me and sent me back to live with my mom and Eric, telling me to never contact him again, and then I was forced to finish my senior year of high school in a new city, with new people, with my twin brother, who I have learned, has the reputation of an asshole.

We arrive down at the bus stop, where we are met with four other boys our age. One with black hair wearing a red and blue hat, one blonde haired kid, hiding most of his face in a parka, and the last one, a red haired boy, wearing a green hat.

“Hey Cartman.” The one in the blue hat says, referring to my brother, but pauses when he sees me next to him. “Um. Who’s this”

“Yeah she’s hot. I’d like to get a piece of that” the orange parka boy says.

“I’m (Y/N) Car-” I’m cut off.

“Her name is (Y/N). She just moved here. We’re neighbors.” He gives me a death glare which immediately tells me to shut my mouth.

“Uh, Hi” I notice the guy in the green hat still hasn’t said anything to me. He just stares. It’s really creepy.

“Fatass. What did you do to this poor girl?” Green hat guy asks, looking at me in concern. “She seemed scared out of her wits.” Oh I wasn’t scared. Eric wanted to pretend I wasn’t his sister, fine, but I’m going to play this to the best of my abilities.

“He didn’t do anything to me” I say sweetly, batting my eyelashes, and the green hatted kid’s face goes bright red. “I never did catch your name. I don’t think its fair you know mine, but I don’t know yours”

“Uh, K-Kyle” he is a red, stuttering mess. But his name fits him. I don’t exactly know how it fits so well, but just by looking at his face, it matches. The green eyes, freckles littered around the bridge of his nose like stars at twilight. It’s soothing. We both get caught up in our staring we forget about the other three boys standing next to us, carrying on with their own conversation, or the fact that the school bus pulled up and was waiting for us to board. It seemed as if we were in our own little world.

“Hey!”. It’s Eric’s screaming that breaks us out of our trance, both looking away with red cheeks that didn’t come from the freezing Colorado air. “Let’s gooooo” he whines, for the countless time this morning.

“Jesus, fatass, okay we’ll get on” Kyle says, irritation easily changing his entire attitude. He looks towards me and notions for me to get on the bus before him, after the other three had boarded and taken their seats. The entire bus ride was boring, just Kyle and Eric going back and forth between each other, insults making their way in every other word. I sat next to the boy with the blue hat that introduced himself as Stan, and behind the parka wearing boy named Kenny, who remained turned around in his seat no matter how many times he got yelled at.

The bus ride to the small high school was short, too short for my liking. Talking with Stan and Kenny was a lot of fun, and I didn’t want to end it. But as quickly as our friendship had come, the conversations had come to an end.

“Hey, (Y/N)! What class do you have first?” Stan asks, as we exit the bus and stand at the entrance of South Park High. It reminded me of the school back home, with the obvious cliques seen just by gazing around the campus, and the judgemental looks I felt by anyone who walked by.

“Um, English, with um Mr.Garrison?”

“Oh shit dude” Kenny speaks “You’re with me!”. He slings his arm across my shoulders and flashes me a bright smile.

“Woah, Kenny, you got Garrison?” Cartman asks, bursting out laughing. “Oh man that’s great”

“What’s so bad about Garrison?” I ask, shrugging off Kenny’s arm, blind to the glare Kyle sent towards the parka wearing boy.

“Oh man what isn’t wrong with him? He was our fourth grade teacher and underwent like 4 sex changes, went from being gay, to lesbian, to straight, back to gay, and then became president and tried to build a wall between us and Mexico. He insane” Stan says, making elaborate hand gestures to show effect.

“He seems crazy, you guys must have had a rough childhood from that. I’m sorry”. All three boys laugh at that.

“You have no idea how rough our childhood was” Kyle chuckles. The second he finishes laughing, the bell rings, sending us in our separate ways in promise to meet up for lunch. I follow Kenny towards the classroom, eager to see the man that seemed so bad. Upon entering the room, Mr.Garrison is standing in front of several rows of desks, a chalkboard behind. Could they not afford computers and screens? The old school I attended had them. Mr.Garrison was an older man, half balding with grey hair as the little he had. Some sort of puppet was on his left hand. Great, he seemed as crazy as the guys made him out to be.

“Oh. You must be the new girl.” Mr.Garrison says, and I nod, and walk up to him.

“Could you not mention my last name please? I’m trying to avoid people knowing” I say quietly to him, and he looks at his roster and his eyes widen.

“(Y/N) Cartman? You’re related to that little asshole?” He says loudly, but not loud enough for anyone to hear, just the person standing behind me.

“You’re related to Cartman?” I hear Kenny’s muffled, but shock filled question. I turn around and cover his mouth, or where I think his mouth is.

“You can’t tell anyone! You have to promise me!” I say quickly, and Kenny chuckles.

“Oh man, Kyle has a thing for you and you’re related to that fatass. Good luck”. He turns towards the rows of desks and sits down, patting the seat next to him, motioning for me to sit. I take the desk next to him, and next to another kid. He seems to be wearing a letterman jacket, with brown hair. Just by the way he was sitting, it was easy to see that he was cocky. The second I sat down in my seat beside Kenny, he turns his entire body away from the blonde girl he was talking with.

“I haven’t seen you around here. Are you new?” He asks “I’m Clyde, Clyde Donivian” he says, extending a hand out towards me.

“(Y/N).” I give him a smile.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl” he says, flashing a smile, when Kenny interrupts.

“Back off Donivan. Kyle’s called dibs” Kenny chuckles, and in return Clyde pouts, going back to flirting with the girl in the opposite side of him. I turn towards Kenny.

“What do you mean that Kyle called dibs? I’m not something that you can just, claim” I say, before turning and facing forward as the bell rings. Kenny attempts to get my attention throughout the rest of class but I chose to ignore him, still a bit upset.

Soon enough lunch comes, and I make my way towards the cafeteria, after stopping and asking for directions a few times. Entering the loud, crowded cafeteria, instantly notoicing the orange parka and green hat, she makes a beeline towards the only group she really knows. She makes it about halfway when she’s whipped away by a blue hooded man, towards another table.

“What? Hey!” She says, attempting to getr out of this strangers grasp. Being this close to him, she began to notice a few things. His black hair stuck out in small parts of his hood, and he had extremely blue eyes. He leads me towards a table. I recognize the brown haired boy from class, Clyde, but there was also two other boys seated there.

“Craig-ack! You can’t just-just drag her here!” the blonde haired boy says, his words stuttered.

“Yeah! You should have asked her!” he turns to me. “I uh, I’m sorry about Craig here. I’m Token. These are my friends, Tweek-” he points to the blonde one, “Craig” he points to the one still holding onto me, who in return flips them off, “and Clyde”.

“Uh, hi? Why am I over here?” I ask, turning towards the boys at the table

“Well, you’re hot, we’re hot, you should be with us” Clyde speaks up, attempting to wink.

“Yeah- uh, no. I’ll be going back now” I say, attempting to leave, but Craig, still silent, grabs hold of my arm.

“Sit” his voice finally speaks. Not wanting to go against him, I sit on the empty side of the table, as far as I could from the boys, which becomes futile as Craig sits right beside me.

“So, (Y/N). What brings you to south park?” Token asks

“I decided to move back with my mom who lives here” is all I say, not really wanting to talk to the guys who quite literally kidnapped me.

“Ack- you’re-you’re from here?” Tweek says, to which I give a nod.

“(Y/N)!” I hear a voice and my head whips around, and I see Kenny storming towards me. He grabs hold of my arm and takes me from the table, much to their irritation. “Why are you with these assholes? You’re supposed to be with us!” he says, beginning to drag me back towards their table.

Stan seemed to be interested into the black haired girl sitting at the table, while Kyle and Eric were arguing over something. The second I arrived back at their table, they go silent,. Kyle sends me a smile as I sit, which I return.

“Where the hell were you (Y/N)? You were supposed to be here ten minutes ago!” Eric complains “Not like you care, but Craig and his crew apparently had something important to say to me”

“You were with Craig's crew! Stay away from them! They’re not good influences!” I roll my eyes

“It wasn’t like I wanted to go over there”

“Whatever. Give me my cheezy poofs-” Eric mumbles, before I throw the bag of the chips at him.

“Fatass- stop harassing the new girl! Bring your own cheey poofs” Kyle says

“Well our mom packed them for me but then she put them in (Y/N)’s bag instead of mine.” Kyle freezes

“Wait- are you- related to fatass” Kyle asks, looking towards me.

“I-uh, yeah. He’s my twin” I admit. Instantly Kyle is up out of his seat and making his way into the hall.

I look towards Stan, since they seem to be the closest, but he shrugs, as if not knowing what to say.

The rest of the day goes without a hitch. I finish my classes and make my way home, choosing to walk rather than ride the bus. Kyle refused to look me in the eye the rest of the day, which really hurt.

Once I arrive home, I head straight up to my room, not stopping to listen to Eric calling our mother all the names he could for the mix up at lunch. Shutting and locking the door behind me, I sigh, pulling out my headphones and starting my homework. I had a lot to catch up on, especially since I came in the middle of the school year, but It was easy, especially because I had already learned most of it from my other school.

A solid and hard knock on my window is what jolts me from my focus. I whip my head around to see the familiar green hat outside my window. Instantly I go and open it, allowing him to crawl in and sprawl on my bedroom floor. A few puffs of his red hair stuck out of his hat as he went to catch his breath.

“What-what are you doing here?” I ask, sitting back on my bed. Last I checked, he was angry at me for being related to Eric. It’s not like I could change that.

“I-I wanted to apologize” he says, sitting up after catching his breath. “I shouldn’t have gotten mad. I just, couldn’t believe you’re related to the fatass”

“Our parents separated when we were young. Our father took me away with him. He soon sent me back here” I say. “I hardly know Eric.”

“You both are so different. You’re so amazing. You’re smart, kind, pretty-” he pauses, his cheeks going bright red. “I-I didn’t mean that. No- I’m mean, you are pretty, I just didn’t mean to say it- no I did mean to say it agh!” he says, before falling silent.

“Kyle-”

“Damnit! I have feelings for you and the fact that you’re related to that asshole-”

“Kyle”

‘You’re so much different than he is and I really like you, and I-”

“Damnit Kyle just shut up!” I shout, which finally gets his attention. “I like you too okay? Now stop being such a baby about this” I say

“Wait-you-you feel the same?” he asks, to which I nod.

“I thought it was obvious-” I can’t finish my sentence before he throws himself onto me, kissing me. I’ve read somewhere that the first kiss feels like fireworks, but this seem to feel better.

He doesnt stop, even when we both need air, he pulls back and goes right back into kissing me, shifting until he’s hovering over me on my bed. When he finally pulls away, we’re both panting, red in the cheeks.

“Does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?” Kyle asks, before lying next to me.

“That depends, if you’re willing to put up with Eric”

“For you? Anything”

#eric cartman #south park #south park x reader #kyle #kyle x reader #stan #kenny #craig #tweek #token #wendy #cartman #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #craig tucker #tweek tweak #wendy testaburger

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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A Bug’s Life

Peter Parker x Lang!reader

warnings:

a/n: i love this concept and also anon u r sweet and i just found out theres a marvel supervillainess named dragonfly but since i havent heard of her until today im using that name!

prompt: anonymous: “Can you please write a Tom Holland!Peter Parker x Female!Reader where the reader is the older sister of Cassie Lang (Antman’s daughter) and her and Peter fall in love with each other. ✨ Thanks so much! 😘”

Okay, so when you were a kid, you had always dreamed of being a superhero. You never thought you’d know your idols personally, though. You see, when your dad, Scott Lang, came back from prison, a lot changed. Suddenly, he was a superhero and no matter how much he didn’t like it, you wanted to be apart of it.

“Y/N, no, please. You’re just a kid!” You dad argued with you in the presence of your “uncles.”

“Scotty, I think it’d be good for her, you know? Like, she’s so smart and she’s got a lot of talent! I think she could learn a thing or two from Hope and Dr. Pym, right?” Uncle Luis egged on.

“Yeah, dad! Me and Hope have already been experimenting with some stuff and, I mean, Mom’s been bugging me over getting into some extracurriculars...” You reasoned with him.

“Yeah, y/n, like photography club or soccer, not being a crime-fighting bug!” Scott pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, but when he looked back up, you were giving him puppy eyes. “Don’t...don’t do that.”

“Please, dad? I just wanna follow in your footsteps. You’re my hero.” You pouted your lip and didn’t break eye contact with him until he let out a load groan.

“Your mom is going to kill me.” He mumbled while you celebrated with Luis.

You became known as Dragonfly, Ant-Man and Wasp’s sidekick partner. It wasn’t long before you were affiliated with the Avengers and other heroes from across the galaxy.

The first time you stepped foot into the Avengers Compound was unbelievable.

“If only I could tell eight-year-old me how cool she’d grow up to be...” You whispered as your dad led you through the place. You were specifically requested for recruitment following a backround check that proved that you were qualified to train as a junior scientist! The program had just been started thanks to the young Spider-Man, one of the many heroes you had met before and would actually get to know after today.

“Alright, kiddo, it’s not too late to back out.” Your dad told you.

“It’s gonna be fine, dad! You know you can visit me anytime and I’ll come to see you and Cassie every chance I can get.” You gave him a warm smile to let him know it’s alright.

“I know...I’m just gonna miss you, you know?” He shrugged, but before the conversation could continue, you were greeted by Bruce Banner, aka the Hulk.

“Welcome! Nice to see you again, Scott.” Bruce shook your dad’s hand, then turned to you. “And it’s wonderful to finally meet the girl behind the mask.” He shook your hand.

“Nice to meet you, too, Doctor Banner.” You fit your small hand into his abnormally large (and green) hand.

“I’ve heard great things about you, Y/N. I’m excited to see your talent up close.” Dr. Banner chuckled. “I told Peter to meet us here, he probably forgot.” He walked to the wall and pressed the speaker button to the intercom. “Peter, can you meet us at the South Entrance?”

Moments later, a teenage boy came barrelling towards the three of you.

“Sorry! Sorry I’m late.” He apologized profusely. You giggled at the disheveled appearance of him. His hair was sticking up in the back and his flannel was half-tucked into his pants. “I’m Peter!” He stuck his hand out for you to shake. “Peter Parker. Spider-Man.” You took his hand gladly and shook it.

“Y/N Lang. Dragonfly.” You introduced yourself. “It’s been a while since we’ve fought together.” You pointed out. “Maybe that’s a good thing.” Peter’s eyes furrowed at that comment. “You know, not fighting.” You added.

“Oh, yeah, definitely!” Peter agreed.

“So, let me guess: you overslept?” You referenced Peter’s bold look and he quickly fixed anything noticeably wrong to him. Bruce and your dad were just observing the chemistry between you and Peter, exchanging entertained glances.

“Hi! I’m y/n’s dad, Scott. Ant-Man.” Scott interrupted as he waved to Peter.

“Oh! I remember you. You got really big in Germany and I had to web your knees until you fell down.” Peter brought up old memories and you covered your mouth to stop from laughing.

“Yep! That’s me.” Scott eyes got slightly wider. “So, I really wish I could stay, but I have a meeting with a client tomorrow morning that I can’t miss. Alarm company doesn’t run itself, you know?” Silence. “Anyways, uh, y/n.” He motioned you a bit closer so you could say goodbye. He crouched down and grabbed both your shoulders. “I love you so much and I am super proud of you. This is an awesome opportunity, kiddo!”

“Yeah, I know.” You said in a sort of disappointed tone.

“What’s wrong?” Scott asked.

“I’m just gonna miss you.” You frowned.

“Come here.” Your dad pulled you into a tight hug. “I’m gonna miss you, too.” The hug lasted at least sixty seconds before he pulled away and kissed your forehead. “Okay, now here’s your bag, go do some science!” He gave you your suitcase. “I love you, Pumkin.”

“Love you, too, dad.” You smiled, almost holding back tears. You really didn’t want to say goodbye to him, but it’s apart of life. Scott watched as you, Peter, and Banner walked down the halls of the Compound. Bruce and Peter were showing you your new room!

“What’s crime like on the West Coast?” Peter asked you. “I’ve only fought crime on the East Coast. And Europe. And Space.”

“Crime is the same coast to coast. It’s crime.” You shrugged.

“Well, that’s cool. Sorry, I’m not good at small talk.” He chuckled.

“Peter, you’ll be able to show y/n her room and give her a little tour, right?” Bruce asked as he slowed down.

“Yeah, no problem.” Peter nodded.

“Alright, great. I’ll be in the lab if anyone needs me.” Bruce walked away and left the two of you to it.

“Okie doke.” Peter clapped his hands together. “Well, this is the hallway.” Is exactly how he just began the tour. The Compound was actually, surprisingly, bigger than you expected. “And that’s the training room, there’s the kitchen, your room has it’s own bathroom, but there are other bathrooms all over the place. There’s a shopping list on the fridge if you ever have any requests, but fruit snacks are banned since I ate two full boxes in one day and threw up.” Peter gave that wonderful anecdote.

“Wow, that’s...impressive?” You tried to come up with something.

“I think the word you’re looking for is ‘disgusting.’” Peter and you shared a laugh as you approached your new room. He opened the door up and you stepped into the biggest bedroom you’d ever seen. “It’s taken some getting used to, you know, the big room, the big bed, the huge bathroom, all of it.”

“This is amazing.” You mumbled.

“Yeah! And Bruce said we can go shopping and decorate the room any way you’d like. I just got my license, so I’d be cool with driving.” Peter proposed.

“Yeah, I think that’d be pretty cool.” You agreed as you threw your suitcase onto the bed and started unpacking. “Uh, I’m kind of hungry...know any places to eat around here?” You started putting shirts on hangers and filling up your huge closet. You noticed Peter hadn’t answered your question yet, so you turned around to see what he was stalling for. He was just watching you. “Am I really that interesting?” You joked.

“What?” Peter blinked. “Oh! Yeah, sorry, yeah, there’s a few places around that we can go to. Assuming you’d want my company, of course. It’s your choice, really.” Peter rambled and you approached him.

“Duh, I gotta get to know my housemate better!” You pulled Peter out of the room and in a random direction. “Am I going the right way to the garage?”

“No.” He answered and you quickly changed directions. You were oddly comfortable with Peter already, and he wasn’t exactly against it. You were super sweet to him and you two have a lot of shared experience. Teen heroes trying to make a difference. And bug-themed.

Peter drove you to his favorite (and closest) restaurant for dinner, and on the way, he played his music on the playlist. Left Hand Free by Alt-J played through the speakers as you sang along.

“You like this song?” He asked and you nodded without a pause in singing. “Good, so do I. You have a really good voice.” He complimented, which definitely made you blush.

“Thanks, now sing with me!” You nudged his arm leaning on the console and resumed your singing.

“I don’t really sing.” Peter chuckled and saw you roll your eyes, then sighed. “Fine. You win.” He began to join you in song.

Well your left hand’s free, and your right’s in grip. With another left hand watch his right hand slip towards his gun, woah woah woah...

“You’re not too bad, yourself, Peter.” You told him as he pulled into a parking spot at the restaurant. The two of you walked in together and the waitress immediately recognized Peter.

“Hey there, Peter! Good to see you!” She greeted and grabbed two menus. “I see you’ve brought a date.” She raised her eyebrows and smirked.

“Oh, uh, she’s not—” Peter stuttered before you took over.

“Yep, it’s our first date! I’m y/n.” You introduced yourself.

“Well, it’s nice to see him with someone. Follow me, you two.” She let you over to a table and told you she’d be back for drinks in a minute. As soon as she left, Peter turned to you.

“When were you going to tell me this was a date?” Peter cocked an eyebrow with a crooked smile to match it.

“I’m sorry! I hope it’s okay I told her that.” You innocently replied.

“It’s more than okay.” Peter leaned forward. “I’m happy to be your date. We are moving a bit fast, though.”

“Are you sure? This is actually pretty slow for people our age. By now, they’d probably be confessing their love for one another.” You joked and he rolled his eyes.

“You are so right!” He snorted. “Jeez, it’s been so long since I’ve talked to someone my own age!” He sighed. “What about you?”

“I hang out with adults all day long. The only kid I hang out with is my little sister. Do you have any siblings?” You asked him.

“Only child.” Peter answered. “What’s your sister’s name?”

“Cassie. She’s sweet but it’s kind of weird coming back after the Blip and seeing her all big and everything.” You made random hand gestures to demonstrate that she was bigger.

“I know, right! I have classmates that I saw as infants that are now bigger than me!” He explained. The waitress came back and got you your drinks and took each of your orders. Back to the chit-chat. “Okay, now tell me, what got you into the hero-game?”

“Okay, well, my dad had just gotten out of prison, right?” That sentence itself made Peter choke on his drink. “Oh, calm down, it was a non-violent offense. He actually exposed corruption, that’s why I look up to him.” You explained.

“That’s good, that’s good. I’m glad. Go on.” He took another sip from his drink.

“Yeah, so then he robbed Hank Pym, who actually wanted my dad to rob him, then a bunch of ants broke my dad out of jail after he got arrested again for stealing from Dr. Pym, then my dad became the new Ant-Man and took down some bad guys, his new girlfriend, Hope, who is Dr. Pym’s daughter, took a liking to me and started showing me the ropes, so me and my Uncle Luis convinced my dad to let me make my own suit. Then Dragonfly was born.” You explained in full detail. “What about you?”

“Oh, yeah. Well, I got bit by a radioactive spider that was being experimented on in a lab, then I had a short-lived wrestling career, then my uncle who raised me died and I became Spider-Man.” He smiled and your jaw dropped.

“Holy shit, are you okay?” You asked.

“Oh, yeah, I’m good.” He admitted as you guys recieved your food. “So, anything else I should know about you?”

“I dunno.” You shrugged. “I like Star Wars.” You told him.

“Me too!” Peter exclaimed.

“No, you don’t. My dad told me Spider-Man called AT-AT’s ‘walking-thingies.’” You shook your head and laughed at the thought of that.

“Okay, so I’m not a huge fan, but our next date can be a Star Wars marathon?” Peter proposed.

“Yes!” You agreed a bit too enthusiastically. Peter smiled and the waitress brought an ice cream sundae with two spoons to the table.

“It’s on the house.” She told you two with a wink.

“Looks like we’re sharing.” You grabbed a spoon and got to work. Peter got chocolate all over his chin. He was kind of a messy eater. “You’ve got a little something...” You grabbed a napkin and wiped his chin clean.

“Thanks.” Peter picked his spoon up and moved it towards you. “Have you tried any of the brownie yet?” You took a bite of what he offered.

“Wow, that’s amazing.” You spoke through your mouthful.

“I hate to brag, but I make a pretty mean batch of brownies.” Peter bragged.

“You’re gonna have to prove it, Pete.” You wiped your face off and cleaned up your spot a bit. “You ready to get back to the Compound?”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s get going.” Peter left some cash on the table to pay the bill and walked you out to the car. The car ride back was filled with jokes and even more stories about your super-adventures. “So, you’re telling me that the first time you shrank, you cried?”

“Yes! Dude, it was an emotional experience. I’m telling you, I was not prepared for something so cool.” You defended yourself. “Now tell me something embarrassing about your powers.”

“I got stuck to a bathroom stall at school and they thought I was skipping class so they sent an aide and I was crying out of fear.” He admitted with pity in his voice.

“Oh, my god. That’s awful.” You giggled and grabbed his hand. “Have you recovered yet?”

“No, unfortunately not, but the handholding sure does help.” Peter squeezed your hand tighter.

“I’m glad.” You smugly replied and closed your eyes to listen to the music. You were kind of exhausted from traveling, so you knew you’d pass out the moment you hit your bed. Soon, you arrived at the Compound and Peter kissed your cheek to get you up.

“We’re hoooome.” He said in a singsong voice as your eyes fluttered open. “Sorry, that was weird.” He apologized, but you grabbed his face and pulled him in for a long kiss. More like a brief makeout, but potato, poe-tah-toe.

“You’re really cute, you know?”

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fairymadnessyeah · 4 years

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BNHA Ship to Finish the Year

KuroMori (Komori Kinoko x Kuroiro Shihai)

Canon

Kuroiro developed a crush when he first saw Komori.

At first, he thought she was cute, but then she saw her decimate her opponents on an exercise and he was in love, No going back.

When the guys find out, they try to be his wingmen. But it's really hard.

Kuroiro is super shy, he can barely look at her in the eyes without falling apart. And Komori is the most oblivious person in the planet. One time, on their second year, somebody left her a teddy bear with a heart, and she took it to lost and found.

Kuroiro is so shy that the first times he tried to talk to her, he hid in the shadows of his clothes with his quirk.

Tetsutetsu, Kaibara and Tsuburaba are his main wingmen. They have been promised to be groomsmen at their wedding. They have a speech prepared. Whoever gets them together will be best man.

Ironically, none of them get them together. The one who is able to do so is Tokoyami.

He and Kuroiro are friends of darkness, and the bird can't see his friend suffer. He first talks with Komori, who says she never considered romance, but their conversation leaves her thinking. Then he asks the girls from his class to feign interest in Kuroiro. Not to flirt with him, but to show he is an available wanted suitor. Then he gives an inspiring speech, that only Kuroiro was able to understand, which gives the black hero courage to face the music.

It doesn't work, but in the end, Komori asks him out.

They go to see a movie and then to walk around the park. To this day, Komori thinks it was the most romantic outing she had.

They start dating after that.

Komori calls him 'Her Black Trumpet', it's a black mushroom.

To hang out on his room, she needs a forehead flashlight. The room is pitch black, and she can't see.

I headcanon Komori to be an old-Disney fan bc of her hero costume. Like old animations in black and white with Minnie and Mickey Mouse.

That's why one Halloween they dressed as the two mouses.

Kuroiro is whipped. He knows and accepts this. If his girlfriend asked him to jump off a bridge, he would ask which one she had in mind.

In her birthday, he always surprises her with a new dress based on idol videos. She loves them. She can be seen wearing for a week after she gets it.

They stay together after graduation.

But being newly graduated heroes and dating is very hard. After a year of trying to make it work, they break up. Komori is the one who pulls the trigger, but Kuroiro agrees with her and says he saw it coming for a while.

They part in good terms. But their busy lives don't let them see each other.

They reunite when Monoma invites them to a class B reunion. He heard class A was doing one too and he can't let those pesky class A brats get away with that. Monoma, we are not even in the school anymore.

Everybody is kind of worried about their reaction, but the two don't make it awkward. And as drinks come and go, they end up making out on Kuroiro's home and falling asleep on the couch.

The next morning they talk and agree to try again, but to start slow.

Three years later, they get married.

Family

Komori's parent are rich. I mean have you seen the dresses she wears on the Shifuku. That has to be expensive.

I feel like they would love Kuroiro. He would try to go the extra mile to impress them and how he is super attentive to their daughter.

Kuroiro's parents work in a theatre. That's were his drama came from.

He used to practice his quirk under the theatre.

Komori and Kuroiro have two kids.

The eldest one is called Kuroiro Tengu. Tengutake means Amarita, (that is a type of mushroom)

They have pitch-black straight hair, and crazy eyes like their parents, They are non-binary, pronouns they/them.

Unlike their sibling, Tengu doesn't want to be a pro-hero. They were born after the hospital raid and the golden age of villains, a lot of young people don't see the appeal of being heroes or having them.

Their quirk is called Black Bending. They can shape and form anything black, Tengu uses it to paint.

They are also stuck in their goth phase like their father.

The other kid, who is four years younger than Tengu, is called Toryu. Toryufu means truffle, another type of mushroom.

He is a copy of his mother except for the black skin.

His quirks is the same as his mother's, but he can also change the colour of the fungus he grows.

Komori and Kuroiro are both heroes, but they both have different schedules. Kuroiro works at night and takes care of the kids during the day, and Komori works during the day and takes care of the kids at night. They spend the mornings together.

AU - Fantasy AU

Komori is a druid that lives reclused in the forest.

One day, she finds this man on her forest with obsidian skin and silver hair. He is wounded and hurt. She takes him to her shack and heals him.

When Kuro wakes up, he finds an angel taking care of him.

He is a warlock who barely got away from his abusive master. The last thing he remembers is blacking out in the forest.

The two spend a lot of time together as he heals and slowly get closer.

Komori has no problem with him staying with her for as long as he wants, but one day, another warlock, AFO, takes control of her forest and infest it with monsters.

The two ran for safety, and Kuro swears that he will help her get back her home.

They hear about this group of young warriors who are searching for a way to stop AFO and journey to meet them and join them.

Komori, who has lived almost all of her life on the forest, is very curious about this new world she finds herself in. Kuroiro shows her everything and tries to explain everything the best he can.

They do find the group they were searching for. Their leader, a man, called Midoriya, doesn't give them the best of news.

He tells them that they are trying to stop AFO, but they can't stop to help one small forest. He luckily does know some people that might.

Some friends of them had made a group of warrior who tried to weaken AFO forces that attacked the people of the kingdom. They are lead by a witch called Kendo and a dragon companion called TetsuTetsu.

The two set off again to find them and cross paths with a lot of different people, another druid with vines for hair, a centaur, a bard, a blacksmith, etc. They all have a thing in common. They are all looking for Kendo and her group.

They end up finding her and explain the situation, the group helps them.

But, when the forest is cleared, and the group of warrior has to leave, the idea of staying in the forest doesn't sound as appealing.

The forest is Komori's home. She lived here, learned here and had only recently left it for the first time. She knows her life got a lot of excitement these last couple of months, but she isn't sure if she is ready to leave everything behind.

Kuroiro has made plans to stick with the group and help the people with AFO. He makes promises to come visit whenever they are in the area.

The next morning, as they start packing to leave, Komori makes a decision. She says goodbye to her home and goes with them.

With this group, the two travel the land and go to places they've never seen before, sometimes even crossing paths with Midoriya and their group.

They also make a few enemies, especially with the mercenary group, the Vanguard Action and Detnerat.

Kuroiro and Komori don't acknowledge their feelings until the incident.

The incident happened in a remote town where magic users were going crazy. When the group arrived, it didn't take long for their magic users to start losing their minds.

The real problem was a man who was controlling them by poisoning the water. But Kuroiro was the hardest to stop. He is a warlock, and so he had been taught much older and much dangerous magic.

Komori is the one who snaps him out of the man's control. It's a very heart fell moment, and they have their first kiss.

Fanon Opinion

So, I can't think of NSFW for these too.

I don't know why. I just can't. So they are going to be the first to have the Fanon opinion.

And I know that Kuroiro appearentely likes taboo things. But I'm honestely afraid. I don't wanna google 'taboo sex stuff'. I feel like that is a hole you can't come out of.

The only thing I can think that might be okay with them is Vampire roleplay. Because that would fit. I can see it. Don't ask me who is the vampire, I haven't decided yet.

So... not many people ship them. Like compared to other ships, they have very little content. Then again, that will change when season 5 comes.

Hopefully.

The one thing I believe we can agree on is that Kuroiro is a blushing mess when he is near her.

There's also the rivalry with Tokoyami. Komori seems to be interested in Hawks, and the guy now works with him.

I have also seen a few pictures with her in gothic lolita dresses and let me tell you, girl looks good~

There is not much about them really. I wanted this day reserved for Komori because it's her birthday today.

There isn't much about them or many of the 1B class. That should change.

So, that's all I have for now!

#bhna #mha #bnha headcanons #kuromori #shihai kuroiro #komori kinoko #BNHA ships to finish the year #happy birthday komori #Day 2 #canon #family #fantasy au #fanon opinion

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thephantomofthe-internet · 4 years

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Chapter 7: A Sentimental Journey

Steve Harrington x Reader

CATCH UP ON THE SERIES HERE

Words: 3,095

Warnings: None? I mean probably swearing but this is straight fluff

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“Steve, take me to prom,” Steve nearly shot milk out of his nose. He’d spent the morning counting down the hours till school was over. The final essay for crabby old Lawrence was due in less than a week and you still hadn’t handed over his essay for his final rewrite, which wasn’t a problem, he could just wait until he was back in your bedroom. Steve liked your house a lot more than his. He liked your grandparents, especially Maude who’d sit him on the couch and show him photos from your childhood. He liked your bedroom and digging through your sketchbooks, he liked how comfortable you were in your own space. Samantha would sometimes join the pair of you there, eating popcorn and playing her 48s on your dusty Mickey Mouse record player. But most of the time it was the pair of you alone, working on assignments and swapping stories. He’d forgotten about Vicki entirely, he’d only joined Tommy for lunch after he grabbed him by the arm and pulled him over.

“What?” he sputtered, swallowing hard. The whole table was watching him carefully. Vicki merely shrugged, batting her eyelashes at him. Steve’s stomach soured. It wasn’t as if Vicki wasn’t an attractive person, she was very pretty, but only on the outside. He didn’t really have it in him to stomach another night with her.

“I…I kind of have my eye on someone else, Vicks.” Steve watched as she deflated, looking down at her untouched kernel corn. “Besides, Hargrove’s probably itching to take you anyway.”

That was the wrong answer. Vicki immediately burst into tears, pushing away from the table. Carol rushed to console her, Tina taking up the rear. “They broke up last week, jackass.” She bit out, flipping Steve off angrily as she followed behind the crying Vicki.

Steve stood from the table, heading away from the mess he made. He didn’t want to hang out with Tommy anyway, especially with him glaring him down from across the table. He didn’t get why it mattered so much to Tommy that he do things the way he wanted. Dating Vicki didn’t make him more or less popular. It literally didn’t matter. They were going to graduate soon anyway.

Samantha grinned as she caught Steve walking over. “Harrington, twelve o’clock.” She whispered. You didn’t look up from your pad. The light had caught his hair right and you wanted to finish your shading before you lost the image in your mind. You heard Steve pull out the chair next to you and then your pad was tugged away.

“Hey!” you cried, your charcoal making a wide black streak down the page, effectively ruining the drawing.

“Who’s this supposed to be?” he held the sketchpad in front of him and then next to his face. Samantha chuckled darkly, shaking her head. “Is this supposed to be me?”

“Well, it was going to be till you ruined it.” You grumbled, snatching the pad back .

“That looks nothing like me!” Steve laughed loudly. In truth, he thought the man in the picture was too symmetrical and handsome to be him.

“On what planet?” Samantha scoffed, pulling her butterscotch pudding cup away from Steve’s greedy hands. He was a notorious pudding thief, and food thief in general, much to her annoyance and surprise.

“I get the best of everyone’s features…” you muttered, working on removing the mark he’d made “Not that there’s much to discard from you…”

“You missed the scar on my nose.” He replied with a shrug, grabbing your vanilla pudding. You both knew that you wouldn’t eat it.

You looked up “What scar?” Steve pointed to the bridge of his nose. You inched closer, getting a better view of the mark. Steve held his breath, utterly paralyzed. He felt like such a doofus. He was usually so smooth with girls, but you made him utterly tongue tied.

“Hm, yeah you do.” You pulled your face back, turning back to your pad, adding a thin line to the strong bridge of his nose. “How’d you get that?”

“Got hit in the face with a baseball bat in pee-wee t-ball.” Steve admitted. The participation trophy he had was from that game, his father took him out of the sport after getting hit. His whole team won the season, but because he didn’t play he got a tiny trophy from the league as a consolation prize.

“Seriously?” You and Samantha said in unison.

“Yeah, I made the paper and everything.” That was a point of pride for Steve, he had the clipping somewhere in his room. You and Samantha laughed at his cockiness. The image of elementary aged Steve with a huge gash down his nose and a toothless grin, holding up a dinky little trophy for the poor, underpaid reporter taking down the story.

The bell signalling the end of lunch blared over head and the three of you rushed to collect your things. Steve grabbed your tray, waiting for you to pack up your things. Samantha left without you, bidding her goodbyes to the pair of you.

Steve reached out to touch your elbow lightly, drawing your attention to him “We still good to hang out after school?” he asked.

“Yeah, sure, we can look over your essay.” You shrugged, trying to get the electric current blazing up your nerves to settle. Your breath caught in your chest every time he touched you. You wouldn’t lie to yourself, you liked him. You more than liked him; you didn’t even know how to explain it. You’d say it was love but you weren’t even sure how that was supposed to feel. All you knew is that the world seemed better when he was around and it wasn’t everything seemed greyer and duller. He was summer personified. He was sunshine and summer evenings and flowers and everything beautiful. And you never used to like all that shit. But now you wanted to bask in the glow of the sun that was Steve Harrington.

The hours till the bell always ticked slower and slower after lunch. The individual grains of sand cascaded past your eyelids as you zoned out in your other classes. When the final bell rang, the pair of you rushed from opposite sides of the school to meet in the middle. Samantha was walking disgustingly slow to your shared locker. “So, yeah I was going to ask Robin but I figure it might be suspicious enough to go with a girl, besides I don’t think I can snag another ticket so close to the deadline as is,” she’d been going on about whether or not she should invite her little junior paramour to the prom.

“Yeah, I mean most people already think you’re weird enough, showing up with a random junior might totally ruin you.” You sneered. Graduation was just around the corner, and Samantha’s acceptance to Wellesley was well taken care of. She was almost out of Hawkins; there was no point in trying to pretend that she was straight.

“It’s not me I’m worried about, it’s her. She’ll still be stuck here after I leave, I don’t want to make things hard for her.” Samantha replied with a shrug, pulling her gym kit from the bottom of your locker.

“Just take my ticket. You know most of the soccer team is going anyway.” You replied, shoving her cleats into her bag. You dropped your textbooks onto the tiny top shelf and pulled your messenger bag across your body. You spotted Steve from across the hall. He’d just left his gym class and his hair was wet and dripping on his face. He bounded over to you, grinning like a fool.

“You ready?” he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“You ever going to dry your hair?” Samantha mused. Steve shook his head hard, water flying off his to dry it like a dog would. You and Samantha screeched, holding up your hands to hide your faces from the water.

You smacked Steve’s back “Enough!” you cried. Steve stopped immediately, laughing softly.

“I’m gone, catch you tomorrow.” Samantha waved, jogging off to probably find little Robin. You and Steve headed off towards Steve’s car. He drove the pair of you home even when you weren’t hanging out. It was nice to have a ride home, Hawkins weather wasn’t kind in spring and even in May when the weather turned warmer and the sun shone brightly, rain could still hit at any moment. That was how you rationalized making maps in your mind of Steve’s hand on the gear shift and the way his jaw clenched when someone tried to cut him off or turned too slow in the left hand turn lane. He was too beautiful. It was painful to watch him, like staring directly into the sun. You thought about kissing him more than you’d ever admit out loud. It felt like wanting to kiss the statue of David, like Pygmalion with his Galatea, too self-flagellating to even attempt. You didn’t know why you felt like his creator, but you did. You’d done nothing to build him, to mould him, and yet you left as if you knew him better than anyone else. You understood his nature, the way his mind worked.

Steve parked in his driveway and the pair of you headed across the street to your house. Your house seemed to be a specific choice for both of you. For you, being in your own home was comfortable and safe. You knew it like the back of your hand and it felt correct to be there. A cocoon of security for you to burrow into. Recently, Steve’s mother had been home much more than a month ago. You couldn’t read his mind, but being somewhere else than his own bedroom was probably a nice change. He seemed to keep you away from his house when his mother was there.

You unlocked the front door, kicking off your shoes in the doorway and tossing them on the rack. Steve followed suite mindlessly, calling into the house “Hey, Maude! Mr. Y/L/N…” he still wasn’t certain that your grandfather liked him; he seemed at times disinterested and at others cruel and cutting.

“Nice to see you again, Steve.” Maude smiled, poking her head out of the living room to smile at the pair of you. Your grandmother liked Steve. You were certain that she’d like anyone new you brought home. She was desperate to meet any of your friends and refused to believe that she’d met them all.

You and Steve headed upstairs, taking your usual seats in your bedroom, you on your desk chair and Steve laying flat on your mattress, constantly staring up at the stars. You read back his essay to him, noting the problems you’d found. This was the third time you’d edited it and the words were well worn into both of your brains. He’d decided to write on way Heathcliff is painted as a monster within the text, a fine topic which Mr. Lawrence had suggested as one of the topic choices. His argument was that Heathcliff is painted as a monster because of his interest in a woman he’s come to find in a sisterly position in his life. Basically, incest isn’t cool. It was a hard argument to proof, because the answers weren’t in the text itself, you had to push him to find points within the spaces in between the words. You were proud of the final piece that he’d created; it was a strong case and a decent attempt at a college level essay.

“What’s the verdict, chief?” Steve asked, sitting up slightly to address you fully.

“It’s good, there’s still a few sentences that need reworking and a quote that I think you could axe, but even without those edits you can still swing a solid B.” you handed the papers over to him. The pages had the least amounts of edits you’d done for him all semester. He’d really improved his writing.

“You think?” Steve replied, flipping through the pages quickly, noting the wide circle around a bit of dialogue from the fifteenth chapter. He couldn’t help but smile at the wide, bubbly ‘B+’ you’d scrawled at the top of the page. You’d drawn a little smiley face next to the grade, a small touch you’d started doing after editing his second paper, a little one pager about the thirteenth chapter of Wuthering Heights. He liked the little smiles, they made him happy whenever he saw them, they were a little touch of you on his work, a detail he refused to miss.

“Duh!” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

Steve stood from your bed, turning his attention to your shelf. You’d let him go through your work before, a small feat of trust for you. You didn’t usually even let Samantha go through most of your work. You’d usually choose what people could see of your work. But Steve seemed to like the strange, unfinished, or messy works hidden in binders or pads shelved. He pulled out a grey binder, labelled in masking tape ‘Hawkins’ Most Beautiful’. He held up the binder to you, raising an eyebrow. “Now, what the hell is this?” he asked.

“That was my first attempt at a portfolio, before I learned what a portfolio was.” You replied with a small length. Steve opened the binder, which you’d turned into a sort of album with plastic viewers holding sketches in place, both in black and white and colour. He recognized the first one immediately as Nancy from about a year ago, judging by her ringlet curls. It looked so much like he remembered her, but he knew the girl you’d drawn wasn’t who she really was. Steve flipped the page. He didn’t recognize some faces, strangers to him, and you hadn’t labelled them with names. You done a couple recreations of yearbook photos, he remembered signing a picture of Carol, Tina, and Vicki from the previous year, the trio grinning in Hawkins High merchandise.

“You could do a whole like show with these, they’re really cool.” He held the binder up, pages flipped to the portrait you’d done of Barbara Holland. When you’d drawn that, you hadn’t known that she’d go missing or wind up dead, she was just the girl sat across from you in the library with interesting glasses.

“I’d want to redo them first. They’re all rough drafts. I planned to redraw them, choosing to emphasize one colour for each of the drawings, but then I also planned to black out their eyes, and then I thought they were all stupid ideas.” You explained sheepishly.

“No, don’t touch them.” Steve cut in “They’re perfect the way they are.”

Steve wasn’t much of an art critic. He certainly wasn’t an objective judge. But despite logic, you blushed heavily, turning your gaze away. You wished Steve would look away but he didn’t, you felt his eyes on you. “You really don’t have to be so nice, you know…” you muttered, looking up to meet his eye with a shy smile.

“Go to prom with me?” Steve hadn’t thought about the question before he said it. The subject had been on his mind since that afternoon and when he told Vicki that he had someone else in mind for the dance. At the time he didn’t think much of the statement, now it seemed obvious who his subconscious was alluding to.

“What?” you breathed out wide eyed and confused. You hadn’t planned on going at all. Samantha wanted to go, and you’d bought tickets but when she gained interested in Robin you relinquished your ticket easily to her. She’d have more fun on a quasi-date with the junior.

“Go with me,” he chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “You don’t have a date yet do you?”

“I don’t even have a ticket…I gave it away.” you replied, looking at your feet instead of him. You felt like such a little geek. You knew Steve wasn’t laughing at you, but you still felt small.

“I have two. And I want you to go with me.” Steve said simply, reaching out and taking your hand.

“Are you sure? I mean your friends all hate me and I don’t think your status as king will be damaged if they see you with me.” You replied, shaking your head as if the statement was funny. You couldn’t imagine spending the night with Tommy and Carol, and having it go well. You knew that it wouldn’t.

“It doesn’t have to be like that. It can be whatever you want.” Steve said easily. He just wanted you to feel comfortable and it was so obvious that you weren’t. “And I don’t care about those guys. I’ll kick their asses if they try anything.”

“Whoa, calm down, we don’t want you getting hurt.” You joked, looking up at the ceiling. You didn’t have to know Steve personally to know that he was not a fighter, losing to freak Jonathan Byers was not a small story in a small town. Steve laughed at his own expense. Internally, he knew he could fight when he needed to, to protect people, but he couldn’t exactly tell that story. It still scared him too much to speak of.

“So, will you?” he asked. You rubbed your lips together, unsure what the right answer was. If there even was a right answer. Your gut instinct said yes without a doubt, but your mind fought back at the notion of even humouring the idea. You’d get laughed out of the place. You’d get mocked. Steve was playing a cruel prank. He couldn’t want to be seen with you. But you met his eye and you didn’t see any malice there. His wide, expressive eyes screamed kindness and patience.

You swallowed hard, pushing away feelings of worry. “Yeah, okay…” you said softly, taking Steve’s hand again to steady yourself. Steve would protect you if he needed to. He’d promised to. And you trusted him.

“Yeah?” he asked, matching your tone.

“Yeah.” You nodded hard, almost as if to convince him as well as yourself. Steve’s face split into his wide grin and you found yourself smiling too. Despite yourself, you were a bit excited. You spent the afternoon with his hand in yours, not letting go unless you did, looking over the portraits and discussing what you saw in the faces. It was the first moment of peace your heart had found in a long time

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