#craig and the kid's table

[imkrisyoung]

“Take responsitility for your own actions!”

—Jessica Williams, Craig of the Creek “Craig and the Kids Table”

#craig of the creek #cotc #cotc jessica williams #craig and the kids table #jessica williams craig of the creek #jessica williams #tv quotes #cute #adorable #cartoon network #hbo max #cartoons #cartoon

[insignificantstrawberry]

the biggest shame in my life right now is that my family seems to believe I watch bluey on my own of my own volition and I realize I have done this to myself but in my defence steven universe is like ten years past it’s age grouping good god I did this to myself fuck

#yes I like gravity falls and over the garden wall and Craig of the creek oh FUCK #I have STANDARDS PEOPLE #(I am sitting at the kids table demanding an adult menu pls end me)

[cooliestghouliest]

LOVE ME TWO TIMES, ch. one

(chapter one) (chapter two)

PAIRING: eventual Mungrove x Reader

SUMMARY: Struggling to come to terms with the abrupt abandonment of your father, you’re left with two options – attend an “all girls’ therapeutic boarding academy” that’s really more Bedlam Insane Asylum than trusty reformative school, or move half-way across the country to a small town in Indiana to live with your older brother, Rick. The upheaval of your life in Fresno might just end up being a little star-crossed and a whole lot serendipitous.

WORD COUNT: 3.5k+

SERIES TAGS: angst. some pretty heavy topics in later chapters. just enough fluff to hopefully balance it all out. eventual smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI). eventual love triangle. neurodiversity. dom/sub undertones (dom!Billy, switch!Eddie, switch!Reader), also bi!Eddie and bi!Reader but confused!Billy. drugs and drug addiction. no use of Y/N (but much use of nicknames and pet names). Reefer Rick is Matthew Lillard circa Senseless. more TBA as the story progresses.

CHAPTER TAGS: absent dads and mean moms. brief mention of self-destructive tendencies (way more about that later). your brother's a total cockblock. long-winded parental background information. this is really just some stage setting before we get into the nitty gritty.

A/N: this is my favorite fic i've ever written, and now it's coming at you re-edited. it's my verbose word child, sprinkled with a few What The Fuck and Holy Shit moments, dolled up with some silly humor and a dose of hot (and often borderline depraved) smut. a lot's already planned for this, so i hope you enjoy. :-)

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chapter title: O Brother, Where Art Thou?

You weren’t expecting the high pitch of the doorbell that sounded throughout your colonial-style home, and proof of that was now spilled all over the kitchen floor.

Tiny green buds were sprinkled across the white-and-black linoleum tile, some scattered in the blonde mess of curls that belonged to the boy kneeling before you, his mouth busy between your legs.

You’d been attempting to multitask, rolling a joint while twisted awkwardly at the dining table, the quarterback’s head shrouded by your bare thighs, lapping noisily at your wet center.

You huffed out a frustrated sigh at the spillage, but it quickly turned into a moan when goldilocks gave a particularly harsh suck on your clit.

“You needa get that?” he mumbled against your folds, tongue halting its assault only to speak before diving back in, showing no intention of stopping.

You shook your head, one hand moving to tangle in the his hair, the other crumbling up the now empty and useless rolling paper. “Uh-uh… prob’ly just some Mormons,” you answer, beginning to rock your hips up into the warm mouth covering your cunt. “I don’t wanna be saved.”

Chris… or Carl… or Craig… whatever his name was, laughed, the sound vibrating nicely against your heat. Your toes curled at the sensation, thighs wrapping tight around his ears.

He moaned appreciatively at your movement, running his tongue flat against the length of your opening. Maybe you could keep this one around. He liked New Kids on the Block unironically, but holy shit, he knew what to do with his mouth.

The bell rang again.

And then again, and again, and again.

“Oh, little seeeee-eeee-ster!” came a familiar male voice from the other side of the front door. “I know you’re in there, Bean. I can see your shadow in the kitchen!”

You shot up straight, aligning your posture and pulling Chris Carl Craig from between your legs by the grip you had in his hair. He gave an unappealing whine, his fingers moving up to console his scalp.

Standing quickly, you adjusted your pleated skirt so it fell normal again, just above your knees. “Up, up, up,” you impatiently urged the jock still kneeling on the ground, smoothing your clothing and hair to make sure nothing looked too out of place.

“Who is that?” the blonde asked, finally following you into a standing position, large hand still cradling his head. “Still the Mormons?”

“It was never Mormons, Chet,” you said, hoping your shot-in-the-dark guess at his name was right.

It wasn’t.

“It’s Chad,” he said, eyes beginning to narrow. Whether it was in suspicion, confusion, annoyance, or a combination of all three, you didn’t know. And it didn’t matter. You needed to get him out of here without your new visitor catching sight of him, or else you knew you’d never hear the end of it. Chad was still intent on conversing, though. “We’ve literally been in the same school district since, like, kindergarten.”

You bit your lower lip, offering a sheepish smile. “Right,” you said. “I know that.” You didn’t. “Sorry. Head’s a little loopy right now. Your tongue could win awards.”

With Chad’s newfound cocky grin, you knew the flattery angle had worked out. It usually did. Boys were such suckers for some ego stroking.

“Oh, fuckin’ right!” you heard from the front door, the visitor’s voice now cheerful. The door handle began to jangle, and you heard the sound of a key in the lock.

He must have found the spare. Of course he had. He’d only lived here his entire childhood, just like you.

The key had been in the same place it always had been since moving to Fresno -- under the coir doormat that read Definitely Not a Trap Door, courtesy of your father. He’d made it for the family after moving from Chicago to California for his new teaching position at CSU in ‘70. Your mom still hadn't gotten around to throwing it out, even though she’d managed to get rid of almost everything else inside the home that reminded her of her ex-husband.

The door swung open and there stood your older brother in all his punk rock, Fuck-the-Bourgeoisie glory. Short bleached blonde hair, numerous facial piercings, ripped Dead Kennedys t-shirt, tight red tartan pants, muddy black Doc Martens. He was smiling wide, dopey.

Fuckin' Rick.

You started to match his expression, unable to resist your brother’s effortless and childlike charm, but your smile fell flat when Rick’s now disapproving gaze landed on the blonde still standing at your side.

“A Letterman, Bean? Really?” Rick asked you incredulously, having spotted Chad’s football jacket as the jock in question slid it from its place on the kitchen chair to rest over his broad shoulder.

“What?” you asked Rick coyly, quickly eyeing Chad. “You know I don’t discriminate. I’m a true equal opportunist.”

Chad seemed oblivious to the underlying context of the conversation between the pair of siblings. He was watching the two of you interact with seemingly nothing behind his eyes.

God, so cute but so totally stupid.

You closed the distance between the two of you, Chad looking hopeful he was going to be kissed or something, but you instead reached your hand out to pluck a few pieces of weed from his hair. “You can go now,” you told him, finger tapping his nose lightly.

Chad’s face scrunched at your touch but he then shrugged it off, picking his backpack up off the kitchen floor before making his way to the front door. “See ya at school,” he said to you over his shoulder. Stopping briefly next to your brother, Chad assessed him before saying, “Um, bye, whoever you are.”

Rick pulled his lips into a tight line, raising his brows in amusement. He clapped his hand hard on Chad’s back a few times before pushing the footballer out the door. “Later, loverboy.”

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An hour and a half later, you and Rick were seated on opposite ends of the tufted tuxedo sofa in the living room. A box of half-eaten extra cheese pizza laid open in between the two of you.

Some low budget horror VHS was playing on the TV across from the couch, the volume low. You thought it was called Ghoulies. You kept catching glances of tiny, ugly wet looking monsters scurrying on the screen out of your peripheral.

You’d been talking to Rick about senior year at Fresno Central High (you said you were doing great, straight A’s across the board, but in reality, you were failing everything but English and Music).

You'd been talking about work at Spins and Needles, the record store you’d been employed at for a little over two years now (you told him you’d gotten promoted to Assistant Manager, which was true, but you left out the fact that you were on Strike Two of Three for blowing off shifts to get high with some goth kids that routinely came in a few hours before closing).

And you'd been talking about your mom (this you were honest about – “She’s still a huge bitch, Rick, that hasn’t changed”).

But then he tried to bring up your dad, asking in an obnoxiously forced nonchalant tone if you’d heard from him lately.

But then he tried to bring up your dad, asking in an obnoxiously forced nonchalant tone if you’d heard from him lately.

That’s where you stopped him.

You were not going to talk about your dad.

Flipping the pizza box lid shut harshly, you sat up straight and faced him.

“Why are you really here?” you demanded.

Rick sighed, defeated.

He knew you’d catch on soon enough that this supposed innocent visit was actually a planned mission. He’d just been hoping maybe you’d be the one to breach the topic of going back to Indiana with him. Maybe you wanted out of this Californian hellhole. A chance at a fresh start, hundreds of miles away.

But he knew you recently had developed a penchant for self-destruction and self-catastrophizing, which meant getting you to see the bright side and the positives of his request was going to be near impossible.

Still, he had to try.

“Mom called me,” he admitted, which earned him a dramatic eye roll from you. “I know you’re failing your classes. I know your boss has been blowing up the landline wondering why you keep closing up shop so early. And I know mom’s a bitch. I’m trying to save you from her. She said she’s thinking of enrolling you into St. Mary’s.” Rick wasn’t surprised at the bewildered scoff you gave to that, St. Mary’s being Indiana’s notorious Catholic boarding school for wayward girls. He’d finally gotten to the point, the real reason he was there: “Come stay with me in Hawkins, Bean.”

“Wow, Rick, so noble. It only took you, what, ten years to come back for me?”

Rick couldn’t help but flinch, your wounding words accusing. And accurate.

It was true.

Rick, at twenty, had left Fresno in an old RV he’d bought for dirt cheap, with plans to travel the country and get the fuck away from his parents, Ronald and Maureen Lipton.

Or, away from his mother, really.

Ron Lipton was generally fine -- until a certain point in his life. To outsiders, the man seemed to be very happy and very put-together, successfully established in both his home life and his career.

Ron and Maureen had gotten married just a few short months following their high school graduation, after finding out Maureen was pregnant with Rick.

With the draft ever present, Ron enlisted in the army, while Maureen enlisted the help of her mother-in-law to take care of Rick (and eventually you, once you were born, conceived on one of Ron’s short stints back home), so she could work on her doctorate in psychiatry.

After being honorably discharged a handful of years later, Ron had gotten his Master’s degree in education and creative writing.

To the public, Ronald and Maureen Lipton were fantastic at keeping up the facade of Perfect Suburban Family.

In private, however, the Lipton household was like living in a layer of Hell.

Where Ron was imaginative and endlessly inquisitive, instilling a love of storytelling and curiosity in his children, Maureen was passive aggressive and judgemental, harboring jealousy for the relationship her children had with her husband. This eventually festered a spiteful dynamic between her and Ron, and between her and her offspring as well.

When the two of you were younger, Rick in his late teens and you in your last years of elementary school, one of your favorite backyard games was to wonder aloud to each other how and why your parents had ever even gotten together in the first place.

You were both sure that it must have been an arranged marriage of some sorts.

Rick thought maybe your grandparents had made a deal with the devil, and to ensure the safety of the family, Ronald and Maureen were forced to be betrothed for life.

You thought maybe Maureen was an evil sorceress who had cast a spell on your father, trapping him in a loveless marriage that he was an unsuspecting victim in.

The truth was not stranger than fiction.

The reason behind their nuptials was simple, really: Ronald was raised to believe he needed to provide for his family, and after having knocked Maureen up not only once but twice, he was resigned to the fact that this was his path in life.

Devoted father, loving husband.

While he couldn’t stand his wife, her harshness and indignation usurping any positive characteristics she may have once had, Ron did love his children. Dearly.

Rick was his wild child; his rebellious, rambunctious trouble maker.

Ron would sit on the front porch late at night, waiting for Rick to get home and tell him all about his latest escapades. What parties he’d gone to, what girls he’d kissed, whether he preferred the high from acid or mushrooms more. Ron lived vicariously through his son, encouraging the boy to play hard, but to play hard responsibly.

You were Ron’s Little Leia of Alderaan; his opinionated, open-minded warrior, brave enough to stand up to any bully who’d dare to make fun of you or your friends. You were Ron’s daydreamer, his whimsical muse, his daily reminder that there was still innocent softness in this cruel world.

You would have Daddy Daughter Dates twice a week, where you’d do things like go to the roller rink or have picnics in the park, and they always ended with a two scoop mint chocolate chip ice cream cone shared between the both of you.

But Ron’s love for his life dwindled the second he stepped foot inside his house -- where he was forced to occupy space with his resentful excuse of a wife, a woman who would never miss a beat to berate him for every choice he’d ever made in his life.

With your older brother gone, the squabbles between Ron and Maureen got worse.

Rick had been able to placate his father and put himself in the line of Maureen’s fire, taking her verbal hits so his father didn’t have to. You, being only ten when Rick had left, didn’t have much ground to stand on with your parents arguing, and trying to step in as Rick had would usually only make things escalate.

Ron fantasized about leaving, starting over anew. The immediate and resounding “no” that his subconscious always answered himself with, thinking of the kids, dwindled down over time, until all of his fantasizing led him to making actual plans of departure.

Last year, right before summer break was set to start, Ron finally left.

Having taken PTO from the campus, he’d waited that morning for Maureen to leave for work and for you to be on the bus to school. Alone, he took the time to pack all of his belongings, leaving only a few things behind, all with you in mind -- things to remind you of him in his absence. He’d intended on coming back for you as soon as possible, wanting to settle in somewhere before dragging his daughter into his uprooted life.

But it was over a year now that Ron had been gone, and you could count on one hand the amount of times he’d reached out to you.

You could count them on two fingers, actually.

The first time was the night after he’d left, when he’d tried explaining to you his reasoning, which you weren’t at all interested in hearing. You were beside yourself that he’d left you, just like Rick had, except Rick was your brother and that was normal, but Ron was your daddy and he was supposed to always be there.

Your mother, in anger that Ron would attempt to talk to you and not her, had disconnected the call, and while you waited by the phone all night for him to call back, he never did.

The second and last time he reached out was a few months ago, via letter for your 18th birthday. It was postmarked with an address in Fort Worth, Texas. When you’d tried writing back, you'd found the letter you'd sent in your mailbox a week later, marked Return to Sender.

It was mid-November now, and you hadn’t heard from him since.

At least Rick had kept in touch after he’d left.

He’d sent you care packages every month since arriving to Indiana in '81. They were full of sci-fi and horror books he’d found at the local Goodwill or Salvation Army, newspaper clippings for outlandish Classified segments, scribbled notes on stained notebook paper detailing concerts he’d gone to and new bands he thought you should check out.

Remembering this, you softened quickly after accusing Rick of abandoning, your biting comment causing guilt to swirl in your stomach.

Rick had his reasons to leave, you understood that. He was allowed to live his life. And even though he’d done just that, left and lived his life, he still always managed to keep tabs on you. The two of you hadn’t gone more than a few weeks without letters sent or parcels mailed back and forth since he’d first left home.

Never there, but never gone. Not really.

That was more than you could say for your father.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that,” you admitted, even though the hurt words you spoke did hold some kernel of truth. “It’s just… I don’t wanna have to start all over somewhere else.”

“It’ll be good for you,” Rick promised, choosing to let the accusation of his abandonment slide. He was sure you'd both get into it more later, considering it was a conversation that was long overdue. “The house is too big for just me anyway, and you know I’m fuckin’ shit at decorating. I’ve basically just been using beer cans for bookends and stuff like that – you could make it look way cozier.”

You laughed, sure your brother wasn’t exaggerating.

Rick was about as anti-capitalist as you could get, and that included being a minimalist when it came to possessions. Give the man a hand-me-down couch, a little TV, some weed, his cassettes, and a subscription to Playboy, and he’d be content for the rest of his life.

You were the opposite.

You loved things.

You had many different collections you’d amassed over the years -- your vast assortment of books had spilled from the two bookshelves in your room to several stacks littered throughout the house, much to your mother's annoyance; your vinyls were shoved into four big storage bins stacked under your octagonal bedroom window, which you draped a blanket over and used as a makeshift window seat nook; your cliques of creepy looking dolls you’d collected from estate sales and antique shops crowded your bed, your vanity, the storage shelf in your closet; the bug assemblages you’d been adding to since your childhood had their own corner of your room, little homes full of ladybugs, ants, and deathwatch beetles.

The idea that you could expand your knack for interior embellishing (hoarding, really) further than the confines of one room was one thing that made you start to consider taking Rick’s offer seriously.

That, and the realization that finally getting the fuck out of Fresno might not be such a bad idea.

Because what did you have there anymore, anyway? Shit grades? A handful of mean exes? A dead-end job?

Was any of that worth staying for?

You thought of your dad trying to reach out to you via telephone, imagined your mother answering and telling him you’d moved away and no longer lived there.

If it were only a few months since Ron had left, you didn’t think you would have gone with Rick back to Hawkins. You would have stayed just for the mere possibility that your dad would show up on the doorstep one day, begging for your forgiveness for leaving you alone with your coldhearted mother.

However, it was over a year now that he’d been gone. One year, four months, and fifteen days... if anyone was counting.

You’d never verbally admit it, but you still were.

There was a page hidden in the back of your diary where you kept track.

Your hopefulness was starting to make you sick.

Maybe a change wouldn’t be so bad.

Going back to Hawkins with Rick sure beat being forced to attend an all girls’ reformatory school, one with a reputation that claimed the headmaster performed shock therapy on students in lieu of giving them detentions.

You were sure that was just a rumor, but still. You didn’t want to take any chances.

“Bean, let me be there for you,” Rick said, reaching over to grasp your hand with his fingers. You noted his nails were painted a lime green. “It’ll be just like when we were kids, except now you’re older and actually cool so I won’t be embarrassed to introduce you to all my friends.” Dipping his head to the side, he wiggled his pierced brows, a grin toying on his lips as he added, “And we can smoke weed in the house.”

Pretending as if that alone was what sealed the deal, you stood swiftly. “Say less. You really should’ve started with that, Richard.” You headed off in the direction of the stairs that led up to your room, glancing over your shoulder at your brother who was staring off after you with a relieved countenance on his face. “Gimme an hour and then we can go?”

Rick answered with two thumbs up before grabbing a slice of pizza, shoving as much as he could of it into his mouth as you disappeared up the spiral staircase.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie x you #eddie x reader #billy hargrove x reader #billy x reader #billy x you #mungrove x reader #mungrove #billy hargrove smut #eddie munson smut

[hoedamn-eron]

baby, please - part 20

You thought it would be just another dinner with Santiago, but it doesn't end like you expected it to.

Warnings: Angst, angst, angst. Hurtful words are thrown around. Themes of abandonment. Swearing. Mentions of unsupportive family members. I actually proofread this! But there’s probably still mistakes that I missed 😂. Word count: 3,304 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

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It was supposed to be a usual dinner with Santiago.

But you knew something was off the moment he opened the door to his apartment, inviting you in. He was tense, and he wouldn’t meet your eyes. He wasn’t talking much, and when he did respond to you, you were met with one-word answers, or just a grunt. You tried not to let it get to you, but you felt like you were imposing on his time, despite the fact that he had asked you to dinner.

It was weird. But he had been acting weird for weeks. Maybe it was because you were so close to giving birth. You only had two weeks left, after all, your lives were about to change forever. He even said so himself, he wasn’t ever expecting to have a family of his own. He was happy to just be by himself, so…maybe he was just nervous. There was no need to worry about it, he’d been there the whole time for you.

But it was obvious something was bothering him (and not just tonight, it had been going on for a while), and he felt like he couldn’t tell you, which hurt. You thought you were closer than that. You were supposed to trust each other with anything, since you’re going to be co-parenting. You didn’t want your kids to think that their mom and dad couldn’t talk to each other.

There was no avoiding it, you were going to ask him what was wrong. Tonight.

You make general small talk, which is weird for the two of you. You follow him into his kitchen where he offers you a water (he’s ran out of Diet Coke), and he turns his back to you to the sauce bubbling on the stove. You quietly sip at your drink as you watch him stir. Even now, as he’s just making food, he’s tense; his shoulders stiff, jaw clenched, and he’s holding that spoon just a bit too tightly.

“Santi, is everything okay?” you ask him, already knowing that it wasn’t.

He winces at your voice, almost as if he forgot you were there. He still doesn’t look at you as he answers, “Yeah, everything is fine.”

Fine.

There’s that word again. Every time you ask him if something is going on, it’s always ‘fine’.

You shake your head. “No, I don’t think it is, Santi. You’ve been weird for weeks, what’s going on?”

“Nothing!” he says, finally looking at you with an uneasy look on his face.

“There is, Santi. Come on, you can tell me. We’ve talked about communication – “

“Did it ever occur to you that I might not want you to know?”

Yikes, that stung. You blink at him a little, taken aback. “I-I mean, sure, but I just want you to know that you can be open with me and talk to me.”

He studies you for a moment before he shakes his head. “I can’t talk to you about this.”

He turns back to the sauce.

“Why not?”

“It just isn’t the right time.”

You frown at him and place your glass on the counter. You fold your arms as you watch him for a few moments. The silence in the kitchen weighs heavy before you break it with, “Okay.”

You don’t accept his answer, not one bit.

After a few more awkward minutes, the pasta is ready, and Santi is preparing a plate for you. He asks you shortly if you want cheese, or if you want another drink, and you shake your head at him before following him to his dining table. You sit opposite him, eating slowly as you keep glancing at him.

He’s asking you one-word questions on the food, not meeting your eyes when he does. It makes your heart sink. The last time he acted like this was when he thought you wanted to date and he was holding you back, back when you went shopping for baby clothes together and ran into Craig.

Surely now he still doesn’t think he was holding you back. But then why would he be arguing with his friends over something like that? Why would they even care about it? Unless Santi had told them something, or they have been pressuring him in some way. Why else would he engage in such heated discussions if there wasn't some underlying concern or conflict? The questions swirl in your mind, leaving you to ponder if they are somehow connected to your relationship with Santi, and its impact on yours and your babies’ life.

After a few more moments contemplating, you place your fork down before clearing your throat. “Santi, I only want to know what’s bothering you.”

“Por el amor de Dios,” Santi mutters, rolling his eyes as he slams the fork down on the table. He gives you a hard stare. “Just drop it, okay?”

“I don’t want to drop it,” you say, giving him a concerned look and you lean towards him slightly. “I’m worried about you! You’ve been arguing with Frankie and Will, that���s not like you – “

“How would you know, you’ve only known me eight months,” he snaps at you.

You balk at his reaction, leaning back from him. “That’s a long time, Santi, I like to think I know you pretty well.”

“No, eight months is in fact not a long time,” he snapped at you. There are a few moments of silence as you stare at one another, before Santi closed his eyes and sighed, his shoulders finally slumping in defeat. He buried his head in his hands, his elbows leaning on the table.

You stare at him for a moment, not sure what to say. You bite your lip and look down at your plate, all of a sudden not even remotely hungry. You look back up at him before going to stand. “I’ll get going, we can catch up again another time, when you’re feeling better.”

He doesn’t say anything to stop you as you gather your things, before you spot something at the end of the corridor. The nursery door, Santi’s old spare room, was slightly open, and you could just see a pile of unopened boxes. Your brow furrows before you glance at Santiago, and suddenly make your way down the hallway.

The calls of your name go ignored as you push open the nursery door, only to find that…it wasn’t ready. Sure, it had been painted like Santiago said it had been, and there was a feature wall of some jungle themed wallpaper, but…that was it. The room was bare. The furniture you had shopped for together was still in the boxes, collecting dust. You looked around the room, sudden tears in your eyes as you take in the fact that the room felt cold, and nowhere near as if a new family would be using it.

You turn quickly to look at Santiago, who had followed you down the hall. He had an exhausted look on his face as he awkwardly tucked his hands into his jean's pockets.

You take in a shaky breath from the tears and look back at the room. “It’s not done.” You look at him, worry sitting densely in your stomach. “It’s not done, Santi. They’re going to be here in two weeks, and you haven’t fixed up their room. Why isn’t it done?”

Santiago doesn’t answer for a moment before he sighs. “This isn’t how I wanted to tell you.”

Your heart sinks. You try to regulate your breathing as you turn back and ask him, “Tell me what?”

He sighs before running a hand through his hair, looking at anything but you. He can’t seem to stop fidgeting. “I can’t do this.”

Oh…no.

He can’t mean what you thought, right? He just meant dinner tonight, he couldn’t do dinner. Maybe he wasn’t well and felt bad about cancelling. Yeah, that’s what he meant. It has to be.

But you know, deep down, you were wrong.

You try and play dumb. To give him the chance to take it back, to rethink what he just said, because really, he can’t be saying this to you right now. Not now. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t…do that,” he said, looking back at you with a stern look in his eyes as he shakes his head. “Don’t be an idiot, you know what I mean.”

He’s never been so harsh with you before. You give one final look around the room before squaring your shoulders and turning back to him. “So, what, you…you don’t want to be involved anymore? Is that what you’re saying?”

He hesitates for a moment before giving a single nod.

You can feel the slow anger building in your chest, your skin practically prickling with tension. How could he do this to you, now? The air becomes thick with unspoken words, each heartbeat within you resonates with the weight of the betrayal that has unfolded before you.

As Santiago’s gaze falters and you both just stare at each other with nothing to say, you find yourself grappling with the whirlwind of emotions that threaten to consume you. The trust you once held for him now hangs precariously in the balance, and the echoes of disbelief reverberate through the room.

You had never imagined that this moment would arrive, not now, not at a time when trust and loyalty were vital. You look back on the last few months, trying to see where it had all gone wrong. Was it back when you discussed your dating life? From what you knew, he hadn’t been seeing anyone, seriously or otherwise. Did he feel trapped? Was it the almost kiss on Halloween? No, he started acting weird after Thanksgiving. So what brought him to this conclusion, that he didn’t want to be a father anymore, that you had spent all this time together planning, and working on yourselves and together to become parents? Was it the scare that you’d had?

You loved this man. Loved him. Oh, God, you can feel your heart breaking into a million pieces.

“This just…came at an inconvenient time – “ he starts again, the prolonged silence evidently becoming too much.

Your jaw sets and you glare at him, the bubbling in your chest erupting. “Oh, I'm so sorry, when would this,” you gesture to your bump. “Have been more convenient for you?”

He closes his eyes for a moment in exasperation. “Don’t be like that – “

“Be like what?” you ask, your gaze still hard on him. “Don’t be upset? Don’t be angry? You’ve just told me you don’t want to be a father to our kids anymore! How am I not supposed to be upset?”

“I know it…it’s bad, honey, I know – “

“Don’t ‘honey’ me, you…you…” you gasp as you realise you’re crying. You reach up and touch your cheek, almost as if you’re shocked that you’re crying.

You’d never truly cried over a man before.

But it wasn’t just a man. It was your kids. Your babies, who would be here in two weeks, ones who you had planned a whole life for; to raise them in households full of love and warmth, where you thought their father would be a part of their lives. Where they would have three amazing uncles, who had welcomed you with open arms, who had helped you with your house.

Your heart stutters as you realise; they must have known. They must have known how Santiago was feeling when they organised your baby shower, when they were actually at your baby shower, when you were at Santiago’s place for Christmas…God, you bet they had a good laugh, knowing that you were being strung along. They knew he was planning on leaving you.

“When did…when did you plan to do this? When did you plan to leave me?” you ask him, wiping at your eyes harshly.

He swallows thickly before shaking his head. “I didn’t plan anything. It…look, it’s not important - “

“Yes, it is, Santiago,” you snap, pointing to your chest. “It’s important to me, to my kids!”

He watches you again, and you grit your teeth, trying not to look away from him. He looks you up and down before he matches your heated and tense energy, his arms crossing over his chest.

You scoff at him. “Really? You’re choosing to be quiet now?”

“I’m not cut out for this,” he says. “I’m not used to staying in one place for so long, and you’re a good ten years younger than me, you should be with someone your own age. This just wasn’t how I planned my life going, I’m sorry.”

“Oh, you think I planned my life to go this way?” you ask him, starting to pace the small width of the hallway. “To get pregnant from a stranger after a one-night stand? I gave you every opportunity to leave when we found out about this – “

“Yeah, well, I should have left when you told me I could.”

You stop your pacing to look at him in disbelief. “Really?”

“You – and them – would be better off without me.”

“Oh don’t you spout that martyr bullshit on me,” you snap, finally stopping your pacing. You know you sound like a petulant teenager. But you’re angry. You’re fuming. “Is this because of Halloween? When we almost kissed?”

You see how he tenses. Neither of you had mentioned that night since it happened, having silently decided that it was the alcohol, that it wasn’t anything more to it than that.

He shakes his head. “It has nothing to do with Halloween.”

“Then it was Thanksgiving,” you say. “I took you away from your family, who you hadn’t seen in a while – “

“It has…” he starts, but he stops himself, running his hands down his face in frustration. “There is nothing specific that has happened, I’ve just had more time to think about it. And I don’t want it. I don’t want to be a dad.”

You’re crying again. “So all these months were just a lie? You were leading me on?”

“That is not what I was doing!” Santiago says defensively. “Don’t twist my words around!”

“I am two weeks away from having a C-section,” you cry. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me!”

“I – “

“I should have fucking listened to you on our date. I should have seen this coming, really,” you say, giving a small, humourless laugh as you shake your head at yourself. “That you weren’t looking for anything serious, and there’s nothing more serious than two kids! And how you wouldn’t get rid of the truck – “

Santiago gives a loud, annoyed groan. “Again with the truck. Why does it always come back to the fucking truck? You’ve upturned my life enough, can I not keep something for myself?”

Something seems to snap in him then.

“You throw this huge bombshell on me, that not only are you pregnant, but it’s twins,” he says. “I had just come back to Florida after the worst year of my life, ready to have some normalcy, and I’m suddenly going to be a dad, with a woman who I barely know! And everyone seems to think I should be okay with it, to accept that this is my life now! And now my spare room is full of baby shit, my friends won’t stop talking about how much my life is going to change, and everyone keeps bombarding me about my truck. It’s my fucking truck, and it’s the only thing that I own that doesn’t even remotely have anything to do with a fucking baby!”

He stops, a little breathless. You stay silent after his outburst, and you look at each other silently before you both physically deflate. This is it. It’s over.

“So what?” you ask him. “It’s too much responsibility for you, and you’re starting to feel trapped? You don’t have your life anymore?”

He hesitates before nodding. “Yeah.”

You wipe at your eyes furiously. Jesus, why can’t you stop crying? This is embarrassing enough.

You nod at him with finality. “Okay then. Fine. I’ll just go.”

You wipe your eyes once again before walking past him, giving him a wide berth, because if you even so much as brush against him, to feel his touch, you’re going to break all over again. You make it to the front door before pausing. Is this really how this ends? With bitter words and your heart broken? You can’t believe this man, who you adored, loved with all your being, was doing this to you.

Your parents and sisters were right. He did decide to leave once he realised he didn’t want them. And you didn’t want them to be right, you wanted to be able to prove your family wrong, just like you had proved everyone else wrong whenever they made a judgement about you. How stupid and naïve you were.

No, you’re not stupid. Or naïve. You’re hopeful, and you had a great support system without Santiago, or your family.

Fuck your family and fuck him.

“You know what?” you ask, suddenly spinning around to look at Santiago. He looks at you, the exhausted look back on his face. “I don’t need you. They don’t need you. They don’t need to know that their dad didn’t want them. Do you know why? Because they have me. They will never know the feeling of being unwanted or abandoned. I will shower them with the love they deserve, and they will be surrounded by happiness.”

You didn’t stick around long enough for him to give a response. You slammed the door loudly on your way out, suddenly glad that you had driven here (although he hadn’t offered you a ride, which he usually did, but now you realise why he didn’t). All the things from the past few months were suddenly falling into place; he hadn’t called you corazón in forever, evidently realising the nickname didn’t have as much as a meaning to it as he thought. He hadn’t even taken much part in the baby shower your friends had thrown together for you. And of course, the stupid truck; you should have seen the signs long ago.

You reach your car and climb in. Taking a moment to yourself, the confined space offering a temporary sanctuary from the outside world, you finally let the fresh wave of tears stream down your face, leaving salty trails on your cheeks. Your shoulders heave with each ragged breath as you don’t bother holding back the sobs that had been pushing to escape.

Your hands grip the steering wheel tightly. The air inside the car feels heavy, saturated with the weight of your emotions. The warmth of the seat contrasts sharply with the chill that has settled in your chest. Time seems to lose its meaning as you sit there, caught in the grip of your emotions.

In this cocoon of seclusion, you fight with the complex feelings of a mix of sorrow and frustration, and you mourn the end of your relationship with Santiago.

After a few moments, you give one final sob, before taking yet another shaky deep breath. You wipe at your eyes again ferociously, before giving yourself a look in your mirror. You’re a mess. You don’t even recognise yourself in the mirror.

You flinch as a neighbour comes out one of the neighbouring apartments, a reminder of a world that continues to move forward while you're stuck in this bubble of despair. They don’t seem to notice you having a complete meltdown in your car. You best get going, you’ll look like a mad woman…and Santiago might be watching.

You start your car, and with one final look at Santiago’s apartment, you leave. For good.

• Por el amor de Dios - For the love of God

Tagged - @khonsulockley, @superficialfeelings, @othersideoftheparadise, @beezusvreeland, @itsmytimetoodream

#triple frontier #santiago garcia x reader #santiago x reader #santiago garcia #oscar isaac #pregnant!reader #santiago garcia x f!reader

[engeorged]

Gainer Chat Bots 6

I’ve been working away in a few more and I’m wanting to try something slightly different! Twins! Let me know what you think!

The Twins:

Oli (Delivery Guy Feeder) - Oli’s tall blonde and athletic and works for ‘The Big Company’. His role is to bring round takeaways and then feed them to the guy who ordered.

Kai (Delivery Guy Feedee) - Kai is Oli’s twin brother and does the opposite job in ‘The Big Company’. He will bring the food round and then eat it all himself in front of you. He’s trying to bulk for his rugby team and make some money in the process.

And also:

Craig Ex-Bully - Craig was the school bully and made your life hell. You were a fat kid and he picked on your mercilessly. He’s now on his thirties and the tables have turned. You are healthy and toned and a personal trainer and he is a fat washed up loser. He comes to you in a professional capacity to help him lose weight but he doesn’t recognise you. Is it time for revenge?

Baxter Baker - Baxter is a giant of a man. 6’4 and with a massive frame and large belly. He’s good looking and bearded with glasses. Baxter owns several coffee shops and does all the food himself. You come in for dinner and he is happy to feed you up.

#gainer fiction #belly expansion #gay gainer #male gaining #stuffing #belly fiction #gainer stories #stuffing art #gainer story #gainerchatbot #gainerbot #feederbot #ai chatbot

[green-alien-turdz]

i want you to go over each and every small character detail you add and explain i love your mind and your art dude no homo

Okay, here we go

STAN: Peace sign pin on his hat n sometimes wears preachy shirts about environmentalism bcuz he's an ecofag. He has faint old scars on his arms n thighs cuz he used to cut. He's often covered in bruises bcuz the CD shows are tightly packed n he will inevitably get hit at least once.

KENNY: Covered in shit load of scars bcuz dead as hell. He's missin a visible top tooth bcuz it got cracked as shit n asked the gang to pull it out for him, which they very poorly did. While he doesn't care about havin nice clothes, he likes comedy shirts bcuz he'll lose his mind if he can't make someone at least chuckle.

CARTMAN: Stretch marks bcuz he a big bitch. His hair is the exact same bcuz he got so used to it as a kid n now has anxiety about changin it (he will never admit this). He also likes wearin funny shirts bcuz Kenny got him goin on that. Bro also wears tight or more showin clothin when he feels cuz he couldn't give less of a shit about how other view his body.

KYLE: Mouth scars from Human Centipad (he just kinda ignores the scars now. He couldn't come to terms with them, so he just numbed himself to them), sh scars bcuz that bitch ain't well. Jewfro in full bloom as he just doesn't care n he REALLY needs to take better care of it bcuz it's so matted. CD shirt 95% of the time bcuz it's like his #1 comfort item.

MARJORINE (or Butters if we're goin by show name): She keeps her hair at that very specific length bcuz it's long enough to where she feels more feminine, but short enough to where her parents don't suspect anything (but gettin allowed to grow it that long took a lot of convincing). He eye left eye is scarred n not able to move much due to the throwin star incident (she is blind in that eye). She does have old sh scars from middle school when she had to come to terms with bein trans n she was extremely confused n conflicted about all of it. She likes wearin skirts bcuz it makes her feel more feminine, but has to get dressed once out in public, so it's somethin she can quickly get on and off if need be.

IKE: Long hair/mullet adjacent bcuz he is just likin the look right now n after Sheila made him keep his hair short for majority of his childhood, he's just kinda feelin out different things. I gave him freckles bcuz in Cartman Get's an Anal Probe, Kyle calls him a 'freckly kid'. Bro got them glasses bcuz he grew up on the computer. His front tooth is cracked n brown bcuz he n Kyle were wrestlin n Ike hit a table. And while it's not completely uncommon for people to start growin facial hair in middle school, Ike started to bcuz Canadians hit puberty earlier.

KAREN: She has a birth mark on the left side of her face (did this in placement for the weird maybe dirt stain she has in the show). Her hair is long n all over the place bcuz she doesn't really brush her hair (you can blame Kenny for the influence) n she cuts it herself but is not too great at layering. Growin up impoverished n around the ideologies that Stan n CD always talks about made her rather angry in the sphere of politics n human rights, so she is very vocal about her opinions of the shit she sees (which is why she always writes shit on her clothes). She can also sometimes be seen wearin a rasta coloured beanie, which was Kevin's before he died.

CRAIG: Usually wearin his work hoodie (Fagoccini's Pizzaria) bcuz mf doesn't care to put in effort outside of that seein as he works so much. Bro wears a similar hat to the one he did as a kid bcuz it brought him a lot of comfort, n now that his hairline is recedin n he's baldin a lil bit at 18, he wears it bcuz he's a lil insecure. He doesn't give a shit that his teeth a crooked n gapped cuz it doesn't effect shit, but he does have a bit of an underbite that pisses him off bcuz he swears up n down that's what makes his voice sound so nasally.

TWEEK: Hair all fuckin wild bcuz he cuts it himself, n loses patience quickly n starts choppin. He also has white streaks in his hair which started appearing after his parents got arrested n durin his very long detox (from the stress of the info and on his body cuz of the dependency). He's got scratches all over his face n body from stress scratchin, meltdowns, n a few mishaps here n there. Bro also got sh scars bcuz bro got a lotta shit that went down n his brain chemistry is FUCKED.

WENDY: She cuts her hair short bcuz she wants to have a more androgynous appearance, but is still very confident with bein feminine n shit like that. When she started to become more human rights n social justice oriented, she started to get into boxing (as well as wrestling in school). She thought it would be a good to know how to fight if it came down to it. Plus she could already kick ass before, n she just thought it would be best to hone that ability.

BEBE: Started changin quite a bit after she had a whole moment of thinkin that she would turn out exactly like her mom (she has nothin wrong with her, just doesn't want that life). While she's still into things like cheer, she also started lookin into things that weren't what she was used to. She ended up findin Pink Flamingos, n became obsessed with Divine ever since. She dyes her cuz she feels better with it. n while she still does her makeup conventionally, she likes doin a more dark colour palet.

CLYDE: He's just Clyde. Dude's appearance didn't change that much bcuz he didn't change much. Some mfs just kinda be like that.

TOLKEIN: His mom suggested he try different hairstyles to be more connected with his culture bcuz he was havin a moment where he felt a lil blah bein the only Black dude his age in the area. He doesn't do upkeep as much as he should though, so things are a lil messy, but he doesn't see a problem as workin on the farm makes everythin messy so much faster anyway.

JIMMY: Bro just dresses casually. He doesn't really care about clothes or shit bcuz he can get people's attention with his comedy. Ladies man as fuck

HENRIETTA: Always has the best outfits bcuz she got into sewin so that she could start makin shit that she specifically wanted. She has a few tattoos- some are stick n pokes she did with her friends, others her mom signed off on when she was still under 18. She tries to ward people off with her makeup, which works rather well in South Park. She has both old sh scars from her emo moment (where she was just doin it cuz that's what she was told emo's did), n ones from later on where she was just feelin super empty n couldn't find a way to romanticize it like done previously.

FIRKLE: He's still in middle school so he doesn't go AS out there with his fashion bcuz he doesn't have the in-school support of his friends anymore. But still does dramatic makeup which he gets in trouble for all the time.

MICHAEL: Simple clothes that he's comfortable in, but not so simple that he feels like he's conforming. Pierced his ears up n down bcuz he was told he couldn't. Pierced his own eyebrow 3 different times bcuz it keeps growin out. Knee brace due to arthritis, unfortunately. A shit load of sh scars bcuz he always tries to act so stoic n unbothered around everyone else, that it led to him breaking down all the time in private bcuz he wasn't allowin himself to feel things.

/\ They have a matchin stick n poke 'nevermore' tattoo bcuz they thought it'd be pretty dope n they wanted to connect themselves with eachother via blood usin the same needle (don't do that, it's not great to get other people's blood in ya) \/

PETE: Dude's mom is extremely supportive of him bein goth, so much so that she was the one dyin his hair as a kid bcuz he asked. He has a very specific style that he likes n sometimes he goes through his grandpa's old shit to find stuff to wear (usually altering it to be more dark in appearance).

(There are others I have designs for, but bcuz I haven't posted them much, imma just stop here.)

Enjoy this fuckin novel, bro. Thank you. And I'm sorry, but I'm a full homo kind of guy

#asks #brain worms i got em

[avenging-fandoms]

watching pedro film tlou and it being a lil emotional scene i'm all :(

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

You sat behind the camera with your headphones on, watching the screen contently with the directors as you watch Joel talking to Tommy in the store. Your eyes just watched Pedro, waiting for the next line.

No one told you anything. They never do, they like to keep you on your toes. The way everyone fell in love with Pedro, they did the same with you. They loved that you matched your fiancé so well, so they loved to have you behind the scenes, listening to your perspective as a viewer.

The crew was silent as you all watch Pedro deliver the most beautiful monologue you've ever seen. Your hand covered your mouth, elbow on the arm of the chair, tears falling down your face as his voice shook. The scene finished and the director yelled cut, and you immediately took your headphones off.

"You alright?" Craig laughed and rubbed your back. You laugh and wipe under your eyes, shaking your head. "Pedro, come here"

Pedro strolled over and his eyes fall on you, eyebrows soft as he sees your eyes. "My girl, what's wrong?" He cooed and Craig took a step back, Pedro's hand rubbing your back with the other on the back of your head as he pressed you to his stomach. Your arms wrap around his wait, thumbs resting in his belt loops.

"That, Pedro, is what is going to happen when that airs for everyone in the world to see" Craig praised Pedro and you smile proudly. Craig walks away and Pedro pulls his chair in front of you, his legs surrounding yours with one in between and the left leg on the other side of your thigh.

You rest your ankle on his knee and he massages your calf mindlessly, it was a habit. "So, I was really that good?"

"Are you kidding me, honey? I was silently sobbing in my hand. I'm not just saying that because I'm marrying you. I'm saying that as a very proud fan" Pedro leaned forward, hand on your thigh as he kissed you softly.

"Thanks for always believing in me, mí amor" You hum and stand in between his legs, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly with his hands connecting behind your back. You sit on his thigh and kiss his jaw, watching as he plays a game.

"Where's Bella? I wanna tell them they did a great job in that scene before this one" You sat up and saw Bella on her phone. You whistle and shout their name and she runs over.

"Can I join?" You patted Pedro's thigh and they hop up, Pedro gasping. "Holy shit, we're moving!"

"This chair is thin wood of course it's moving" Bella hops off and you look at them. "I just wanted to tell you you're an amazing actor and I'm so proud of you" Bella hugs you and Pedro pokes her side. They jump and slap Pedro's arm.

"Elder abuse! Get out of here!" Pedro laughed and held up his foot to block Bella from getting near him. Bella gave up and walked back over to the snack table. "Day is almost over. What do you want for dinner?"

"KFC mac and cheese"

"That's it?! Might have to call off the wedding if that's all you're getting"

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal imagines #pedro pascal blurb #pedro pascal blurbs #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fluff #rpf #actor rpf #bella ramsey

[vikkirosko]

Heyo there Vikki! Could I please have separate headcanons for Kenny, Clyde, Craig, Butters, Stan & Kyle going to raisins because they heard the older kids talking about a new (and 2-3 years older) girl in raisins and how she was the best there so they decide to go, but after appearing there they find out reader was so popular not because she was pretty or good at flirting, but because she was very kind and sweet, and always greeted clients with a handshake and some kind words, and if you got lucky she could give you a hug and a kiss in the cheek when you were about to leave the table.

Headcanons New raisins girl

💙 Stan Marsh x fem!Reader 🐶

When Stan heard about how several older guys were talking about the new raisins girl, Stan did not immediately attach importance to this. However, curiosity got the better of him and he decided to go and find out what others were so excited about. They said the new waitress was the best, but at first Stan didn't understand what the reason was until you started serving his table

You were a couple of years older than him and you immediately approached him and greeted him with a smile, holding out your hand to shake his. He responded to your gesture, after which you took him to a table. You didn't flirt with him like other raisins girls usually did, but you still attracted a lot of attention and Stan understood the reason for that. You were genuinely kind and nice to your customers. Your sincere smile caused a blush on his cheeks and your attention helped him understand why everyone was so delighted after talking with you

When Stan was about to leave, you hugged him when he just got up from the table. He froze, surprised by this. Some of the other customers looked at him with envy. Stan didn't understand the reason for this, but he felt like he was a special customer at the cafe. Only later did he find out that you didn't hug all the visitors

He began to come to the cafe periodically to see you again. You rarely saw each other at school, but he could always see you at the cafe. He liked you even though you were older and in fact he knew almost nothing about you, but Stan hoped that you would have the opportunity to talk

💚 Kyle Broflovski x fem!Reader ✡️

Kyle was skeptical about the cafe "Raisins". He went there only with friends, but did not feel the same delight as other visitors. When he heard from the older guys about the new waitress who, according to them, was the best, he did not feel a hint of interest. He went with friends when they called him. They were interested in seeing the new waitress, and Kyle just wanted to prove to them that there was nothing special about her

Kyle saw you as soon as he and his friends entered the cafe. You greeted them with a soft, friendly smile, after which you led them to a table. You weren't flirting with them, you were just doing your job. However, Kyle began to understand why you were so popular. You were nice and friendly, which made you stand out from your colleagues

When Kyle decided to leave, you went up to him and hugged him. You didn't try to convince him to stay, it was like you were showing that he would always be welcome at "Raisins". Only the next day he learned from friends that you hugged not everyone, but only a select few lucky ones. No one knew on what principle you chose who to hug or even kiss on the cheek, but it was still nice

Kyle was glad that he could talk to you at school in a more relaxed atmosphere. He sometimes found you in the library and you could talk quietly there because others didn't even think to look for you there. Despite the fact that you were a couple of years older than him, he still liked to communicate with you and it wasn't just his liking for you

🧡 Kenny McCormick x fem!Reader 🐀

Kenny liked it when he and his friends went to "Raisins". He didn't have the opportunity to go there often, so he only went there when one of his friends was ready to pay his part of the bill or share food. When he heard rumors that there was a new waitress there, he began to convince his friends to go there. He couldn't wait to see the waitress that the older guys admired so much

When they finally got there, Kenny quickly found you with his eyes. You greeted them with a friendly smile and even shook Kenny's hand, greeting him with a soft smile. Kenny quickly realized what was the reason for your popularity. It wasn't about flirting or good looks. You were kind and friendly, you didn't try to flirt obsessively and even gave him a little more food for the same money

When they were about to leave, something happened that pleased Kenny even more. When he was about to get up, you hugged him and kissed him on the cheek goodbye. Until the end of the day he was in a good mood, especially because he knew that you hugged and kissed on the cheek not everyone

Kenny knew that waitresses at "Raisins" often used different ways to get more tips, but your friendliness had nothing to do with it. You were sincere in your friendliness and Kenny really liked it. He hoped that later he would have the opportunity to chat with you outside the cafe and that in ordinary life you would be as nice and friendly as at work

🖕 Craig Tucker x fem!Reader 🚀

Craig rarely went to the "Raisins". He didn't like how intrusive the waitresses were there. However, he went there again because of Clyde. He convinced Craig to go with him to see the new waitress that the older guys were talking about. Clyde couldn't wait to see her, but Craig didn't share his delight

He expected the new waitress to be little different from the others. Another obsessive girl who tried to get as many tips as possible with the help of flirting and cute appearance. However, you really stood out among your colleagues, if only because you were a couple of years older than Craig and your colleagues. You shook their hands in greeting with a friendly smile and took them to an empty table

Throughout the time they were there, you remained nice and friendly towards them. You didn't flirt with them, you didn't try to convince them to order anything other than what they ordered initially, and when Craig decided to leave and take Clyde away before he spent all his money, you hugged Craig goodbye, continuing to smile at them

All the way home, Craig listened to indignation from his friend for the fact that you hugged Craig. As it turned out, you didn't hug everyone. And although Craig kept his outward composure, it was nice for him to be among those whom you decided to single out among the huge number of cafe visitors

🌮 Clyde Donovan x fem!Reader 💧

Clyde was a very frequent visitor to Raisins. He knew all the waitresses by sight, and so when he heard the older guys talking about the new waitress, he became interested and went to the cafe at the first opportunity. He didn't know exactly what to expect, but the older guys were talking about the new waitress as someone who was better than everyone else, so he hoped that these were not empty words

When Clyde came to the cafe, he immediately noticed a new face. You were a couple of years older than him and you greeted him with a friendly, sincere smile. You shook his hand, then took him to an empty table. Clyde quickly realized that you were different from the other waitresses and it wasn't about flirting or looks. You were genuinely friendly and sweet, and that's what attracted all those who admired you so much, including Clyde

When Clyde finally decided to leave, he was in for a surprise that lifted his spirits for the next few days. You kissed him on the cheek goodbye. He didn't know that you kissed far from everyone, but when he found out about it, it improved his mood even more. He felt special and it warmed his heart pleasantly

Clyde began to visit the cafe very often to see you again. He liked spending time with you even though you could only see each other in a cafe. He hardly saw you at school, so he could spend as much time with you in the cafe as he wanted, even if he had to pay for half the menu for that

⚡Butters Stotch x fem!Reader 🔨

Butters avoided visiting the cafe after one of the waitresses broke his heart. However, when he heard the older guys talking about the new waitress who stood out from the rest and she was admired by all the visitors. Only this convinced Butters to go to the cafe again and find out how true the rumors were

When he came to the cafe, you immediately approached him. You were a couple of years older than him and Butters was sure he had seen you before at school. He didn't know what you were like there, but in the cafe you were genuinely friendly towards him, you greeted him with kind words and a strong handshake, after which you took him to an empty table

While he was sitting in a cafe, he realized why you attracted so much attention and why you were so admired. You attracted visitors with your sincerity and friendliness. You didn't try to attract attention with a bright appearance or flirting, you just remained friendly and sincere. This is what allowed Butters to feel comfortable in the cafe again. When it was time to leave, you kissed him on the cheek goodbye, which caused him great embarrassment, after which Butters hurried away

He began to come to the cafe sometimes to see you again. He felt that you were really sincere, so he believed you. He knew you weren't fooling him by pretending to be friendly. Even when you saw each other at school, you remained sincere and friendly. You did not change your attitude towards him even when you received absolutely nothing from your communication

#south park #south park x reader #south park headcanons #Stan Marsh #Stan Marsh x Reader #Kyle Broflovski #Kyle Broflovski x Reader #Kenny McCormick x Reader #Kenny McCormick #Craig Tucker #Craig Tucker x Reader #Clyde Donovan #Clyde Donovan x Reader #Butters Stotch #Butters Stotch x Reader

[lost-walmartbag]

I love the way you write Craig omg😭 begging for some Craig x reader crumbs 🙏

Song: Poster Boy - Lyn Lapid

Warnings: N/A

Background: You and Craig don't get along but when forced to have a movie night with him and Tweek maybe that'll change

Status: Request Open

‧₊˚✧Craig x Reader✧˚₊‧

It's hard to say when you and Craig decided you two didn't really like each other. You were always close to Tweek but when he and Craig started 'dating', you saw them less and less. You were pretty upset about it but you didn't say anything as you still got to see him on a daily basis just not outside of school. You kinda blamed Craig for that because of how stuck to Tweek's side he was.

"So Tweek you wanna come over today?" You asked as you took a bite of your apple.

"S-sure b-but can Craig come?" Tweek asked causing you to glare at Craig who was trying to hide a smug smile.

"Sure." You said through grit teeth.

"What are we gonna do?" Craig asked putting his hand on the table.

"I'm thinking bout a movie night ya know like when we were kids." You respond looking at Tweek.

"S-Sounds good." He says with a smile and putting his hand on top of Craig's making you mentally cringe.

You just nod in response and go back to your lunch. You can feel Craig's eyes on you and you hated it. You hated how he always managed to be involved in your plans. You hated how smug he looked when Tweek wanted him around. You hated how hot he looked with that stupid smug look.

As Tweek worked on making cupcakes in your kitchen you went into your room grabbing a few blankets when Craig came in. You tried your best to ignore his presence. You grabbed a few folded blankets as Craig looked around and looked at all the small nicknacks on your dresser ad shelves.

"It's actually pretty cool in here." He said as he reached for a small projector on your dresser.

You drop the blankets and grab his wrist stopping him from touching it. "Don't. It is extremely fragile and if it even gets looked at wrong she refuses to turn on."

"That's because you have one of the buttons stuck." He said gently pulling your hand away from his wrist and picking up the projector.

"I swear if you break it, Craig." You mutter looking over his shoulder as he tinkered with it.

"I'm not going to break it." He said as he finished up and pressed the button causing an array of stars to project from the lens. "See?"

"Woah it hasn't been this bright since I was a kid." You say as you look up at the ceiling with a smile.

"It's just old. I'm surprised you still have it." He said looking down at you and admiring your smile.

"Well, just because I don't like you doesn't mean I'm going to throw away the gifts you gave me." You say, keeping your eyes on the ceiling.

"You know you don't have to hate me." He said with a sigh.

"I know but it's hard not to when you know what you're doing." You say looking over at him.

"And what am I doing?"

"Constantly taking Tweek's time from me, involving yourself in my plans, giving me that stupid hot smug look all the time." You say clearly not thinking about a single thing coming out of your mouth.

Craig takes a step back, taken aback by your words, and blushes lightly. "You think it's hot?"

"Yes, and that's why I hate you because you shouldn't look so hot when you're ruining my plans." You say with a sigh.

"I don't mean to ruin your plans. Tweek just...he knows we don't get along so he thinks if you hang out more it'll help." He said looking down at the floor.

"Of course he does." You say with a sigh.

"Look if you want me to go I can..."

"No you're my friend's boyfriend I guess I should get along with you." You say looking up at him and seeing he was holding back laughter. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing." He said still holding back his laughter making you groan.

"You make it so hard to like you." You groan picking up the blankets and walking into the living room.

Craig follows you and helps you set up the blanket fort. He occasionally looks up at you admiring how focused you were. He stayed quiet wondering if you actually thought that him and Tweek were actually dating. All the other guys in the group knew they weren't he supposed that you would have figured it out or someone would have told you by now. Once you finished you crawled inside to admire your work with Criag following closely behind.

"Not bad Tucker." You said, setting up your laptop.

He smiled softly ad scooted closer. He wondered how far he could take things before you realized the truth. You looked over at him with a questioning look as he moved closer.

"Ya know I think you look pretty good too." He whispered before planting a soft kiss on your lips.

Your eyes widened from the sudden kiss. This felt wrong Tweek was your friend and now here you are kissing his boyfriend in the next room. You wanted to pull away but almost as suddenly as it started you melted into the kiss and kissed back. As you two kissed you didn't notice Tweek coming in with a plate of cupcakes.

"AK!" He yelled almost dropping the plate.

You quickly pull away and look over at him with a panicked expression. "I-it's not what it looks like."

"Y-you two weren't just kissing?" He asked setting down the plate oddly calm.

"N-no well yes but I um I.." You stutter out trying to think of a way to justify you kissing your best friend's boyfriend.

Craig who was pretty quiet throughout the whole ordeal suddenly burst out into laughter making you turn to him confused.

"She thinks we're actually dating." Craig choked out through laughter making Tweek laugh.

"Y-Y/N no way." Tweek laughed out making you super confused.

"Wait you aren't?" You asked, turning to Craig, making them laugh harder. "See this is why I hate you."

They tried their best to compose themselves before they finally answered your questions.

"No, we aren't dating," Craig said wiping away tears from how hard he was laughing.

"I-it was something we did in 4th grade we thought everyone knew by now," Tweek said moving inside the fort.

"Wow, and ya'll just weren't going to tell me?" You said with a slightly offended tone.

"We thought you knew," Craig said with a smug smile that you hated so much.

You sighed and shook your head and laid back on pillows. Tweek smiled and laid next to you and Craig laid on your other side.

"You guys suck sometimes."

"I-I'm sorry I thought Craig had told you like he did everyone else," Tweek said looking up at the ceiling.

You turn your head and glare at Craig who still had his smug smile. "Woops much have slipped my mind."

"Ya see this is why I don't like you." You said gently punching his shoulder.

"Ow Tweek she hit me." Craig said with a smirk.

"B-behave or no cupcakes." He said handing you two cupcakes and starting the movie.

As the night wore on you found yourself in Craig's arms at some point and you did nothing to leave them. As much as you hated him there was a part that was growing quite fond of him. Eventually, all three of you had fallen asleep surrounded by cupcake wrappers, pillows, and blankets. While you knew you'd still never be able to hang out with Tweek alone, the idea of being around Craig didn't seem as bad as it used to.

A/N: To whoever asked me for this I'm so sorry I didn't get to you sooner thank you so much for asking I love you so much. I hope you liked this and if you did let me know and I can make more for you if you'd like 🩷🩷🩷 anyway love you all thank you for reading🩷🩷🩷🩷

#south park x reader #south park #fanfic #south park x you #x reader #craig tucker x reader

[imkrisyoung]

Craig of the Creek “Craig and the Kids Table” highlights

I love Craig of the Creek, and the half-hour Thanksgiving special “Craig and the Kids Table” is especially funny.  There are so many parts I enjoyed about the episode.  Here are just some of them:

Gus, the feral cat that Granddad dislikes, especially when he comes in through the window that Craig opened and knocks over the second pie and Craig imagines him saying “You’ll never sit at the adult table, Bernard!”

Craig, Bernard & Jessica’s cousin Jasmine just shows up to the dinner unannounced and (temporarily) reclaims Bernard’s seat at the adult table, so Bernard is forced to sit in one of the tiny chairs at the kids table!

When Bernard accidentally ruins the first pie and says “Sweet potatoes!” (except he doesn’t actually say “sweet potatoes” - it was likely in place of a swear word, probably “shit”, which, of course, can’t be shown on a kids show!)  Craig, Bryson & Jessica (who suddenly pops out of a cabinet while playing hide-and-seek) all go “Oooooooooh!”

Jessica using her little-kid charm and cuteness to distract the adults with magic tricks while Craig and Bernard make the second pie.

Duane and Darnell acting like little kids over who cleans the dishes, as well as many other arguments they’ve had over the years.

That it turns out that Grandma doesn’t make her sweet potato pies - she buys them every year at Duck Mart!

And that this episode has many references to nostalgia - Bryson calls the iPod that Bernard gives him to distract the adults a “relic”; the iPod plays tunes that actually sound like 90s R & B and hip-hop music; and Darnell even mentions the Mariah Carey Christmas album at one point!

#spoilers #spoiler #spoiler alert #craig of the creek #cotc #craig of the creek spoilers #cotc spoilers #craig and the kids table #cartoon #cartoons #cartoon network #hbo max

[ask-a-w]

Summary of RE4R cast meet and greet on Twitch

Finally had time to watch the twitch stream of the RE4R cast meet and greet that aired last week. Here's a quick summary. General: RE4R was made 2 years ago. Everyone in the cast has become one big happy family.

Genevieve Buechner (Ashley): Been acting since a young age. Changed agencies 3 years ago and requested for video game gigs, happy to have landed the role of Ashley. Had to use a lot of her imagination on set after being on TV for years.

André Peña (Luis): Forged a RE4 replica knife and gifted it to Nick on the stream. (Beautiful knife btw!) Did go to acting school, Luis is his first professional paid acting & voiceover role. He knew he was auditioning for RE4R as they forgot to change one name in the script and he saw the name "Saddler". The OG RE4 was the first RE game he played.

Marcio Moreno (Salazar): Is tall IRL, was on his knees to portray a short Salazar while the other actors were usually on stairs. Lived in Spain for 5 years and almost forgot the actual Spanish accent so he asked his brother's gf who is Spanish to record some lines in a Spanish accent so he could remember the accent again. Usually plays villains or "stereotypical Mexicans" in acting roles and was quite happy to play a Castellan role.

Also played the El Gigante, Verdugo, Dr Salvadore, the ganados, and one of the Bella sisters. He had fun playing monsters.

Christopher Jane (Saddler): Happy to play the villain. Was initially convinced that he was only hired for just the table read and not the actual game. The director had to tell him repeatedly he is playing Saddler for the entire gig.

Jon Bryant (Mendez): Is a singer and his actual voice sounds totally different from Mendez. He does sing in Mendez's voice near the end of the stream which is hilarious. Singing a birthday song in Mendez voice was funny.

Michael Adamthwaite (Merchant): Has English heritage on his mother's side so he channeled some British twang for the role. His maternal grandfather also sells real estate IRL (if I’m not mistaken) so “selling stuff” is in his blood. 😝 Had his 10 year old son on the stream and it was his birthday, what an adorable kid.

Mike Kovac (Krauser): Does stunts professionally, used to be a wrestler. Already had experience handling knives and brought a training knife onto set on the first day. The director was happy and open to more realistic knive movements for the characters.

Based Krauser’s voice off the wrestler Jake “The Snake” Roberts and also Metallica singer James Hetfield.

Lily Gao (Ada): This is her first time doing motion capture, had a fun time despite having all the gear strapped to all parts of the body. Got stuck to Nick via velcro on the mocap suit a few times lol. Mostly acted with Nick and "a few other people". (Other than sharing scenes with Saddler, cultists, Wesker, and chopper pilot, does this mean DLC on the way??)

Actually got booked for Ada in the WTRC movie before RE4R. Did research on Ada's character despite not playing any video games growing up and admires Ada's strong character. Her agent got an email from the RE4R crew to ask her to audition for the video game role 'cos the RER4 crew saw her role in WTRC. The crew wanted to finally cast an Asian actress in the role. Lily did see what the previous VAs did and found all variations to be beautiful. Lily sent in her audition and got the part.

Raylene Harewood (Hunnigan): Did not meet the rest of the cast while working on this. Was not familiar with the RE franchise. Did one audition tape for Hunnigan by pretending to be on a computer and talking to Leon, and then she got cast.

It's her first time doing motion capture as well. Was mostly in a booth with the camera gear and reacting to Leon's lines that were already recorded.

Craig Burnatowski (Wesker): Nick & Lily were the only two people he has met so far, saw some of the others briefly. This is his second time working on a RE game, his first RE game gig was RE Outbreak. The mocap for Outbreak was vastly different back then.

Did not know what franchise he was booked for until he walked onto set and asked what game it was. 🤣

Steve Kniebihly (Cinematics Director): Have been cinematics director for 20 years, recently did the direction for RE3R, RE4R, RE8. Mostly focusing on directing cutscenes. Did a balance between grounded & realistic scenes and also catering to the fans. The bingo line was actually something else during filming but he decided to ask Nick to try out the old line instead and it was kept in the end.

Even if someone screws up their audition, as long as he can vibe with them, he will go with them instead of people who read their lines perfectly. He also doesn't like assholes and can read people. He wants someone who is nice and can take directions well… Capcom also has a say who is cast for the role as well, not just Steve.

Nick Apostolides (Leon): Nick has not met the VAs for Hunnigan & Mike in person. Cooked meals for everyone on set and everyone was raving about his cooking, especially his barbecues. Was asked to come back to play Leon.

#crossbow down #resident evil #Ashley Graham #Luis Sera #Ramon Salazar #Osmund Saddler #Bitores Mendez #Jack Krauser #Ada Wong #Ingrid Hunnigan #Albert Wesker #Leon Kennedy

[mittwoch-addams]

Ellie Carpenter calls out online abuse but shrugs off her own

“The bigger you get, the more criticism you get.”

Ellie Carpenter is authorised to speak on this subject. Mainly because her football career has got real big, real quick – she is 23, has been playing for global powerhouse Lyon for three years, and been the Matildas’ undisputed starting right-back for even longer.

But also because the peak of that career – playing in a World Cup semi-final in her home country – brought with it criticism which would more accurately be described as abhorrent social media trolling.

It happened in August, when Carpenter failed to clear a long ball that resulted in England’s second goal of the Lionesses’ 3-1 win. It was a mistake that left her visibly “heartbroken” after the match, but it did not warrant what former Socceroos captain Craig Foster described at the time as “vile, misogynistic garbage”.

The abuse forced her to limit replies on social media, which were also flooded with supportive messages from fans, friends and teammates, including captain Sam Kerr, who told media she was “mentally one of the toughest kids I’ve ever met in my life”.

Sometimes it is hard for an outsider to know how much this “outside noise” – as many sports people, including Carpenter, call it – affects the individual at its centre. For some, it can devastate mental health and on-field performance. If that is the case with Carpenter, you wouldn’t know it.

Two months after the World Cup, she has been back in the thick of it with Lyon, who are once more top of France’s Division 1 Feminine table, and is now back in Australia answering questions about online abuse she would probably rather not be answering.

“To be honest, I don’t really read or look into that,” she says in Perth, where the Matildas are preparing to play three Olympic qualifiers.

“It doesn’t really affect me at all, because I do a job for my team and myself. I don’t really listen to outside noise. I had a great support system around me during that time, and just during the whole World Cup really.

“It [online abuse] is everywhere these days, and that just shows that the bigger you are, or the bigger you get, the more criticism you get. That comes with being a professional athlete as well.

“You see it everywhere in different leagues, different sport codes. So obviously it’s a problem, and I know a lot of people are trying to make apps and platforms to try and stop abuse and things like that, so that’s good that people are aware of it and are trying to change it.”

Carpenter is an old, independent soul for her 23 years. When she contested the World Cup, she did so after recovering from an ACL rupture, in another country, and opting for little personal support except from her partner and teammate, Dutch international Daniëlle van de Donk.

“You have to grow up very quickly,” she says. “I moved out of home when I was 15 and was living by myself, so you grow up automatically.

“I didn’t really get much downtime [after the World Cup]. You just kind of go straight into a new season, so you don’t really have time to reflect or stop for a second.

“But it’s been incredible to see the aftermath of the World Cup and what we’ve done in football and Australia, and for women as well. I can definitely be proud of that.”

Carpenter is allowing herself to enjoy her time in Perth. She was released early by her club and arrived over the weekend, so enjoyed a couple of extra days to recover from jet lag.

#ellie carpenter #auswnt #matildas

[hoedamn-eron]

baby, please - part 10

It's time for your 12 week scan, and Santi has some things to say about Craig.

Warnings: Mentions of being sick, so emetophobia warning. Worry about being a single parent. Blood test. Jealous Santi. 'Arguments'. Mentions of wine drinking, but not the reader (obviously). Reader is referred to as 'girl' once (in a friendly way). Not proofread so there's probably mistakes. Word count: 3,999 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

Edited on 27/08 as I realised I called Beth, Bethany, when her full name is actually Elizabeth, as stated in part 2. My bad!

Part 9 ● Series Masterlist ● Part 11

“You’re glowing!” Beth greeted you, giving you a hug as she made her way into your apartment.

“It’s definitely sweat,” you tell her before coming out of the hug and closing your door. “I’ve just spewed my guts up in the bathroom.”

Beth was the last to arrive for your wine-night-that-is-now-Diet-Coke-and-wine-night. It had been a while since your last one (before you were even pregnant), and you felt like you could do with seeing your friends before your appointment tomorrow. In solidarity, Gabrielle swapped from wine to lemonade, but Beth and Courtney had both claimed, ‘you chose to stay pregnant, why should we stop drinking wine?’, and vowed that they’d drink enough wine for the three of you. You’d jokingly told them it was their hangover.

Beth had sent you a less than ladylike emoji back.

You settled everyone in your living room before going into your kitchen and bringing in your snacks for the evening. You had gone to the store to get your usual cheeses, but most of them you couldn’t eat now, so you settled on a few hard cheeses and your trusty bag(s) of Sourpatch Kids. You’d already worked through one bag as you prepared for your friends to come tonight.

You walk into the living room to find Gabrielle pouring you a glass of Diet Coke as you place the board on the coffee table. “There we go!”

“You know you don’t have to do this every time,” Beth says, arranging herself some cheese and chutney on a cracker.

You shrug. “I don’t mind.”

“We can have wine night at my place, if you want,” Courtney suggested. “Could take the pressure off you and…it doesn’t seem fair that you always do it.”

“But I don’t mind,” you said again, giving them a small laugh. “Really, I don’t.”

“Eh, we’ll organise it for my place next time,” Courtney said. “I’ll kick Andy out for the night.”

You shake your head. “Look, let me enjoy having my friends round to my place before it’s taken over by my children.”

Your friends laughed before Courtney rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine.”

“So are you excited for your appointment tomorrow?” Gabrielle asked, smiling widely. “You get to see your babies again!”

You hesitate before nodding. “Yeah…I am.”

Beth raise an eyebrow. “You don’t sound excited.”

You pause for a moment before sighing. “It’s Santiago.”

Your friends went quiet, before Gabrielle asked, “Oh?”

“He’s just…been quiet.”

“What do you mean?” Beth asks.

“Like…I don’t know,” you sigh, rolling your eyes lightly. “We had a really good time on Saturday, and we said we’d start communicating more, getting to know each other a bit better, you know? And I think I might have done or said something, or made him uncomfortable, because he’s barely been texting me.”

“Have you been texting him?” Gabrielle asked.

You nod. “Yeah.” You bite your lip. “I’m not even sure if he’s coming tomorrow to the appointment, he’s been so quiet. I told him the details and he didn’t confirm, just read my text.”

“He might just be busy,” said Beth, shaking her head lightly.

“What if he’s realised that this isn’t worth it?” you ask, your brow furrowed in worry. “What if having two babies is more than he can handle? Or what if he’s actually met someone? How well is that going to go down?”

“What I think,” Courtney says, placing her wine glass down on your coffee table. “Is that you’re pregnant, you’re vulnerable, and you’re overthinking it.”

“She has every right to, though,” said Gabrielle. “I would be worried as well if Matthew had suddenly stopped communicating with me and I was pregnant.”

You have your hands at your friends. “Look, it’s girl’s night, okay. I don’t want to talk about my…man problems.” You say it as if it’s a question.

“Girl, that’s what we’re here for,” said Beth, rolling her eyes. “So what are you going to do?”

You’re silent for a moment before you give a weak shrug. “Suppose I’ll just…have to talk to him tomorrow. If he turns up.”

“If he doesn’t turn up, I’m gonna hunt him down and kick his ass,” muttered Courtney.

You sigh as you pick at your fingernails, a nervous habit you’ve suddenly taken to do so much more recently. Like you’d said in the past, you know you’d be fine without Santiago; but it was nice knowing he wanted to be involved, that your children wouldn’t have asked where their daddy was when they realised that their friends in school would have both parents. And how were you supposed to answer that? That their father didn’t want them? That he was probably on the other side of the world, in his big house, with the tall, skinny, booby blonde woman who had the world’s biggest diamond ring on her left hand?

Courtney was right, you do overthink.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you say, shaking your head as you pick up your glass of Diet Coke, taking a large sip. “Let’s talk about something else, like Beth’s dress shopping we’re doing in a few weeks.”

“Oh, yes!” said Gabrielle, turning to look at Beth excitedly.

Courtney shot you a look that said your conversation wasn’t over, but for now, she turned to Beth to listen to her wedding plans, drinking her wine.

“I have the dress appointment booked for the 2nd September,” said Beth, giving the three of you a look. “But it's for bridesmaids only, so write it down.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, already putting it in your phone. “Am I gonna be super pregnant at your wedding or what?”

Beth shakes her head. “No, it’ll be after February.” She sighs, a small smile on her face. “We’re looking at May. Georgia wants a spring wedding.”

“Do you have a colour scheme?” Gabrielle asks.

“Well that’s where Georgia and I are disagreeing,” Beth says, sipping her drink. “She wants something bright and warm for spring, but I’m not…a bright person.”

“Can you compromise?” Courtney asked. “Can you have like…a spring colour of various shades?”

Beth snapped her fingers and pointed at Courtney, a grin on her face. “Genius. I’ll suggest that.” Beth then turned to you and Gabrielle. “Also, kids are welcome, since we decided to have the wedding in Florida and Georgia has a few nieces and nephews she wants there.”

“Oh that is so exciting, everyone has child-free weddings nowadays and I always have to miss out!” said Gabrielle.

You nod at Beth, your chest warming at the fact that your babies would be there for Beth’s wedding. “Thanks, but they’ll only be a few months old. I’ll…figure something out.”

Your brow momentarily furrows as you try recall someone who might be able to watch them at the time…if Santi wasn’t around.

“Hey, don’t worry about it now,” Courtney said, giving you a pointed look. “You have time, and you don’t know what’s going to happen in a year.”

You think about it for a few seconds before you nodded. “You’re right. You’re right! I won’t worry about it.” You smile at Beth. “I’m excited for dress shopping.”

“I’ve booked at Aurora Bridal, a full package, chocolates, strawberries, champagne, and everything. Except you,” Beth said, giving you a look. “Because you slept around and got pregnant so no champagne for you.”

You throw your chair pillow at her, where she let out a yell about how she almost spilled her wine on ‘your too small couch in your too small apartment’. You made a quip that she decide to come here every wine night and that she’d miss it once you moved out (with the ‘too small’ couch). You and Beth had been talking regarding your living arrangement and decided it was probably best now to start looking for a new apartment, and Beth knew all the best places to look due to her work.

You talk about wedding plans and dresses throughout the night until Beth and Courtney are lightly buzzed and Gabrielle gets a text from Matthew about the kids not going to bed. The night comes to an end after a few hours and you usher your friends out the door with their usual offers to help you clean up, which you decline and tell them that it’ll take no time at all. You give them all hugs before closing and locking up your apartment and turning around, collecting the used glasses and the nearly empty cheeseboard.

You take your time cleaning up, fighting to keep your eyes open. You remembered the days when you could stay up well into the night with no issues, but now you couldn’t even make it to 10pm most nights. Once finished in your kitchen, you double checked your front door was locked and turned off the lights before making your way through to your bedroom and getting ready for bed.

Once you were settled and wrapped up in your duvet, you checked your phone for any messages from Santiago regarding your appointment in the afternoon. You sigh and roll your eyes when you see the familiar 'read' sign and no reply. You practically toss your phone on your nightstand and lay down, trying to ignore the burn of tears in your eyes.

You were convinced he’d changed his mind about the babies, which was fine. It was. You had told him at the beginning that if he didn’t want to do it, he didn’t have to; that you’d be fine and get by without his help, because you had a good support system. It was just a shame if he had decided he no longer wanted to be a father. You thought you were finally getting to really know each other.

You ignore the tightness in your chest at the thought of Santiago leaving as you roll over to sleep.

You didn’t think that your first disagreement with Santiago (because you refused to call it an argument) would have been at your OB’s office after your twelve-week check-up.

He’d shown up after all, but barely looked at you as he took a seat with you in the waiting room. You’d texted him again in the morning, reminding him of the appointment, and you’d even left him a voicemail just before you left the office to go to said appointment. You’d asked him how he was doing, since he’d gone a bit MIA during the week, but you just got grunts back as answers.

You tried not to be hurt by it.

Jennifer called you in, checked on your general wellbeing and did your usual blood and urine tests. When she was satisfied, she asked you to go on the ultrasound table and prepare for your sonogram whilst she sent off your blood test. When you were settled on the table and Jennifer was out the room, you took the opportunity to talk to Santiago. “What’s going on?”

He gave you an unreadable look before lightly shrugging his shoulder and shaking his head. “Nothing.”

You stare at him for a moment. “Well it’s not ‘nothing,’ since you’ve barely spoken to me this week. Something is bothering you.”

Santiago didn’t answer. Hell, he didn’t even look at you. He just looked ahead, his arms crossed across his chest as he sat back in his uncomfortable plastic chair.

You grit your teeth, feeling the frustration in your chest, overtaking the anxiety you’d felt since the night before. He could at least tell you he wasn’t interested anymore instead of giving you the silent treatment, or treating you like this. You blink back the angry tears, looking away from Santiago and sitting back on the table, looking up at the ceiling.

The silence in the room weighs heavy on you, and when Jennifer comes back in the room, she momentarily pauses at the atmosphere before plastering a smile on her face. “Let’s take a look at these babies then!”

You give her a shaky smile before watching her take a seat by the monitor. She pressed a few buttons before turning to you, the gel in her hand. She gave her usual warning that it might be a bit cold before she squirted the gel on your bump. She places it down and grabs the wand before running it along your abdomen. She looks at the screen before smiling. “There they are!” she turns the screen towards you and Santiago.

You glance at Santi but he’s just staring at the screen, barely even blinking. You bite your lip to fight the tears threatening to fall before you turn your gaze back to the twins. You feel the usual warmth that spreads along your body as you look at the two, more human looking, babies. “Do they look okay?”

Jennifer moved the wand around a little, examining the image on the screen before nodding. “From what I can see, they look good. Growing well!”

You snort. You knew that, you felt like your bump was growing bigger every second.

“And I think they might be identical,” said Jennifer, moving the wand again before taking a few screenshots. She studied for a moment before nodding. “Yes, I’m sure they’re identical.”

She took a few more screenshots of different angles of each baby. You stare with wonder at your babies; they definitely looked a little more like babies now, you could even see their fingers on their hands and their little noses. You watch as Jennifer measures them, before taking some notes and more screenshots. “By how big they are, I can see exactly what how far along you are…” she bites her lip for a moment as she looks at the screen then nods. “Yup, you’re about to hit thirteen weeks, so you’re estimated due date is…February 5th.”

“And they’re growing okay?” you ask, looking at Jennifer.

She nods at you. “Yes, they are as big as they should be, so you just keep doing what you’re doing.”

“Eat, sleep, throw up, repeat,” you joke, causing Jennifer to give a laugh.

Santiago remained silent.

Jennifer took a few more screenshots and a few mores notes before smiling at you both. “Everything is looking great! Hearts look good, they’re growing well, there’s lots of movement. I have no concerns.” She places the wand down and hands you some tissues to wipe up the gel before turning the sonogram machine off. “Do you know what kind of birth plan you were thinking?”

You nod as you wipe off the gel. “Well, ideally I would like a home birth with a pool, but I just don’t have the room for that until I move out. And I’m having twins so the risk of something going wrong is higher.”

“We can look into it more if you want,” Jennifer says, making a note about it in your file. “You’re still early so you have time to change your mind.”

You shrug. “I think I’m just going to stick to a hospital birth, just for my state of mind, and in case anything goes wrong.”

Jennifer nodded. “We’ll book your next appointment and we’ll talk about it then. Now let’s get these pictures for you.”

You grab your things and prepare to leave, Santiago standing and giving a polite goodbye to Jennifer. She opens her office door and leads you out to the reception area, mentioning that you should get a call next week regarding your blood test results and she disappeared into a back room to grab your ultrasound images. You spoke to the receptionist about booking your next appointment, aware that Santiago was standing a few feet away, hands in the pockets of his jeans.

If he had a problem, you just want him to tell you. If he had met someone, then you would be happy for him, but you weren’t together, nowhere near anything romantic, so he shouldn’t be afraid to let you know. If he had changed his mind about the babies, sure, you’d be upset but you’d get over it. But you needed him to tell you. You can’t be dealing with the silent treatment, feeling like you’d done something wrong or being stuck in this limbo with him, where you don’t know where you stood with each other.

You were pissed off that he was treating you like this.

Once your appointment was confirmed, Jennifer handed you your photos, giving a quick glance between you and Santiago before giving you a smile. “I’ll see you in a few weeks.”

You thank her again before turning and leaving, noting Santiago followed you out. You looked at the ultrasounds for a few photos before practically throwing some photos at him, not looking at him. “Here.”

After a moment’s hesitation, you felt Santiago take the photos. You place the rest in your bag as you walk towards your car, digging around for your keys. You’re almost to your car when you felt someone grab your arm, forcing you to turn around.

Your eyes widen at Santiago. He was looking at you with an expression you couldn’t pinpoint, but he almost looked…ashamed? Out of place? You weren’t sure. You look at him with confusion. “What is it, Santiago?”

He stands there for a second, looking at you, before he blurts out, “Is this working for you?”

Your brow furrows. “What do you mean?”

“Me.” He’s still holding the ultrasounds in his hands, tightly. As if he’s scared to let them go. “Being involved.”

Ah. So he was thinking about leaving. You straighten up, trying your best to hide the sudden bubbling of sadness in your chest, from your face. “If you’re not happy, Santi, then we don’t have to do this.”

He’s already shaking his head. “No it’s not that. It’s…” he goes quiet and bites his lip (something you wish he didn’t do) before he ran his hand through his hair (something you definitely wish he didn’t do). He sighs before holding his hands up in a way that he didn’t really know what to do. “Look, if this,” he said, motioning to him and your bump. “And me or whatever, if it’s affecting your dating life, then I don’t want you to worry about it.”

What was he talking about?

You look at him with a confused look on his face. “What?”

“Because…” he looks at you for a moment before licking his lips and shaking his head, his hands going on his hips. “It doesn’t matter. Forget I said anything.”

“No, what gave you the idea that I wanted to get back into dating?” you ask, your eyes wide at him.

He hesitated for a moment before swallowing. “When I saw you with that guy last week at the mall – “

“Craig?” you asked, confused. “You think I want to date Craig?”

He looks at you before sighing. “He seemed like a nice guy, and he looked interested in talking to you. You mentioned you’d cancelled your date and hadn’t seen anyone since, and – “

“I am in no way looking to date right now. I’m pregnant with your kids.”

“Exactly!” cried Santiago. “I don’t…want you to not date a decent guy because you think it’s going to hurt my feelings.”

“Where is all this coming from?” you ask. “Is it because I was chatting to Craig?”

Santiago’s jaw tensed for just a brief moment before he shook his head, looking away from you as he rubbed the back of his head. “You looked good together, that’s all. If you like the guy, then great, I’m happy for you to date him. Really.”

“But…but I’m not...” You give him a sudden stern look. “You think you’re getting in the way of my dating life?”

“You and Gregg – “

“Craig.”

“Craig,” he says snidely. “Just seemed to get on really well and he looks like he has his shit together and I can't help but wonder if I'm somehow holding you back. Maybe you'd rather be out there dating and not tied down to me and this situation.”

“You are not holding me back in any way.” You look at him with a furrowed brow. “And this isn’t a ‘situation’, Santi, these are my kids, our kids. These babies are my top priority, and I am fully committed to our family.”

“I’m not saying you’re not – “

“You just think that I should be dating other people. Like Craig.”

“No, I just think that you shouldn’t be putting your life on hold for me!”

You stare at him for a moment, noticing his breathing was a little heavier, that he had an unsure look on his face now. You got the urge to pull him to you, but you don’t. You were worried he would bolt if you even thought of moving.

“Santi,” you say, trying to relax your tense stance that you hadn’t realised you were in. “I don’t want to date. I don’t want to date Craig, I don’t want to date anyone. My life hasn’t been put ‘on hold’.”

He looks at you for a moment before sighing, rubbing his hands down his face. “This wasn’t how I thought this conversation would go.”

“Is this what’s been bothering you all week?”

“Yes,” muttered Santiago, looking up at the sky to avoid your gaze. “Because I was an idiot that can’t fucking communicate, even though we spoke about it last week.”

You look at him for a moment before you reach over and hold his hand, causing him to look at you. You ignore the tingle that goes up your arm. It’s the most intimate thing you’ve done since you slept together. “This journey we're on is something we're doing together. I’m perfectly happy with my life right now. My focus is on our family.”

He sighs, giving your hand a small squeeze. “I guess I let my imagination run wild a bit.”

“And in the future, if this happens again, please talk to me about it first,” you say. “I was having palpitations all week.”

He gives a small chuckle before looking at you sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“I thought that…I thought you’d changed your mind.” You feel your cheeks warm up. “That you’d met someone else or something.”

He immediately shook his head. “No. I haven’t met anyone, I haven’t changed my mind. I just got in my head a bit.”

“Okay,” you say, giving his hand another squeeze, which he gave back. “We’ve established that we’re not dating other people. But if we do, we will tell each other, okay? No-one holding anyone back.”

Santiago nodded. “Yeah. Okay.” He sucked in his lips for a moment. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, stop apologising,” you say, suddenly pulling him towards you and giving him a hug before you could even think about it.

You were about to pull away at his frozen stature but as the words of reassurance and understanding flowed between you and Santiago, a warm feeling began to spread within your chest as his arms wrapped themselves around you.

This was the most intimate thing you’d done since sleeping together.

The tension that had lingered from your brief disagreement melted away, replaced by a sense of connection and unity. The embrace was tender, a silent confirmation of the bond you shared that was still growing between you. Time seemed to stand still as you held each other, the warmth of your bodies and the soft rhythm of your breaths syncing in a silent rhythm of understanding. It was a hug that said more than words ever could, a gesture of acceptance and forgiveness that bridged the gap between you.

As you finally pulled away, you push aside that feeling in your chest, that fuzzy warmth that spread through you as you ask, “Are we good?”

Santi studied you before grinning. “We’re good.”

“Good.” You smile before giving him a swat on the arm and a light shove. “Don’t go MIA on me again, all right? My hormones are all over the place enough as it is.”

Santiago snorted. “Noted.”

Tagged - @khonsulockley, @bluenredndeath

#triple frontier #santiago garcia x reader #santiago x reader #santiago garcia x f!reader #santiago garcia #oscar isaac #pregnant!reader

[dannystheone]

LEE KYLE LEE KYLE

hmmm maybe he’s tryna give one of his gay ass speeches and the 3 boys are fed up and want him to shush so ofc they use the most efficient method hehe

GAY ASS SPEECH PLLSKEFNEW

OUT OF ALL THE IDEAS I HAD REQUESTED TO ME THIS WAS THE FUNNIEST

ugh i love you anon LMAKSSK PLEASE

So the summer vibes are PERFECT today so I thought we could have a pool fic!!

WARNINGS: Feet tickles and kids swearing! also kind of a long intro sorry

Kyle's New Pool! (Lee Kyle/Multiple Lers)

Kyle got a new pool installed for the summer in his backyard, but he needs to set some ground rules first!

I hope you like this! :) also I just re-read the whole thing and totally forgot Clyde existed AAA sorry he'll be in the next one

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Energetic boys piled into the Broflovski's home, yelling and shouting with excitement. They were all eager to get a glimpse of what new installment was waiting in the backyard. Kyle had said his parents put something BIG for the summer back there, and to look for themselves to see he wasn't full of shit.

"Oh Gerald! There sure are a lot of them, I wasn't expecting so many guests!" Sheila Broflovski was pretty much plastered to her wall as boys from the fourth-grade class rumbled through her front door, including even a boy wheeling in on a motorized wheelchair.

"Just set out some more chips Sheila- OOF-" Gerald Broflovski was nearly run over by the entourage of shirtless boys as they threw open the sliding glass door in the kitchen and piled outside in the backyard.

"Look! There it is!" Craig Tucker called out. All the boys scrambled to the edge of the water. Kyle wasn't lying. His parents had installed a huge glistening pool in their backyard! The grass and playground they used to have were replaced with concrete, with pillowy lounging areas and table seating off to the sides.

"It's amazing! GAH! It's so hot out here! If I don't get in the water I'm gonna die!" Tweak Tweek winked an eye as Craig turned to him and started applying sunscreen to his shoulders, already blushing from the sun.

"Where the hell is Kyle?" Stan Marsh asked.

"Yeah, should we just get in without him?" Kenny McCormick questioned.

"TIMMEH!" Timmy answered.

"Guys! I'm right here! Isn't it cool?!" Kyle showed up behind the crowd of boys with a few boxes of Capri-Suns under his arms. The fourth-grade class cheered as Kyle set the boxes down on his patio table.

"Yeah, yeah, it's kewl, now let's get in the water already!" Eric Cartman pulled on his goggles and started pulling on his floaties to his upper arms. The boys followed suit by kicking off their flip-flops and throwing their shirts off.

"Woah, woah, woah, hang on fat-ass!" The fourth-grade boys froze and looked at Kyle quizzically. Kyle adjusted his green hat, despite wearing no shirt and green swim trunks.

"Before you get in the pool, there's some rules we have to follow! My dad said if we don't pay attention to the rules, he's not gonna let all of us use it anymore." Kyle explained. The boys looked at each other before they shrugged and continued taking their clothing items off.

"Okay well, what are the rules?" Tolkien Black asked. Kyle splayed his hands to get everyone's attention, but the boys chatted amongst themselves.

"Alright! Rule number one! ABSOLUTELY NO PEEING IN THE POOL! THAT'S DISGUSTING!! I'm looking at you, Cartman!" Cartman yelled out an "AYE!" before Kyle continued. "There is a bathroom located inside the house, first door on your right!"

Kyle looked around to see if he had everyone's attention. He had the attention of Butters, Jimmy, Timmy, and Tolkien, but everyone else was either setting up their toys in the pool or talking to other people.

"Guys! Don't put anything in the pool until I'm done saying the rules! This is important!" Kenny looked up from the pool as he slowly slid on a snorkel. Kyle sighed exasperated as he continued.

"Rule number two! No running around the edge of the pool or the pool area in general! It can get slippery and you don't want to fall! Rule number three! No diving headfirst into the pool, even in the deep area! You can hit your head and get hurt! Cannonballs are okay!" Cartman yawned loud and obnoxiously as the rest of the boys stood around and looked at their phones. Kyle could tell he was losing their attention already.

"Shut up Cartman! Rule number four! You have to put on sunscreen before you enter the pool! My mom is gonna set a timer for 80 minutes for everyone so we can get out of the pool, reapply our sunscreen, and then we can get back in!" The boys looked up at Kyle and groaned loudly.

"Dude we don't need sunscreen, the sun is good for you!" Stan complained. Craig was still helping Tweek apply his sunscreen across his back, so at least he was good. Kyle looked over at Stan with narrowed eyes.

"Dude do you have any idea how much cancer you can get from the sun?! Skin cancer is no joke! There was a study published just this year in 2023 stating that more than 2 people die of skin cancer every hour in the U.S.! 1 in 5 Americans will develop skin cancer by the age of 70! Do you want that to be you?!" Kyle pointed at Stan. Tweek fidgeted as he yanked the sun tan lotion from Craig's hands and started rubbing generous amounts all over his front vigorously.

"GAHAH! THAT'S NOT GONNA BE ME! CRAIG, HELP ME!!" Craig took the bottle back from Tweek and gently started applying more lotion onto Tweek's back as he shot Kyle a venomous glance. Kyle swallowed as he looked back at the boys.

"Dude, we'll put the lotion on. But every 80 minutes is a little much, we'll be fine." Stan shrugged. The boys nodded in agreement.

"Guys you're acting like I'm making up the rules. It's my mom-" Eric rolled his eyes and walked up to stand next to Kyle.

"Kyle, buddy, hey there. Listen, you're talking waaaaay too damn much. Let us into the pool and we can start having fun, okay? I'll deal with your bitch of a mom if she decides to give us crap." Eric clapped Kyle on the back as Kyle stared dumbfounded at Cartman.

"Bitch of a-?! Cartman this is my parent's pool that YOU'RE using, fatass! The least you can do is listen!" Kyle said angrily.

"I think we should listen to Kyle's rules, very much. His p-p-p-pee-parents are nice enough to let us use it on such a hot day." Jimmy spoke up.

"Well, sure! My dad said if I don't put on my suntan lotion every 80 minutes and get skin cancer, he'd ground me for sure!" Butters fidgeted with his hands. Kyle smiled at them both and turned back to Cartman.

"There, you see fat-boy? That's why anyone who doesn't put on sunscreen BEFORE getting in the pool isn't getting in at all!" Kyle exclaimed. The boys all stopped what they were doing and stared at Kyle and Cartman silently. Cartman cupped his chin in thought while Kyle stood next to him with his arms crossed.

"Hmm...ah, I see what you're saying, Kyle. Loud and Clear." Kyle had a triumphant face on before Cartman pointed at Kyle.

"GRAB 'EM!" Cartman exclaimed. All the boys in the fourth-grade class rushed Kyle. Kyle yelped as he was scooped up by the boys, wriggling and fighting to no avail. The boys carried him above their heads to the edge of the pool.

"GUYS! PUT ME DOWN!!" Kyle yelled out. The boys looked at each other and shrugged.

"You wanna be put down?" Stan asked a squirming Kyle.

"YES!!" Kyle shouted. The fourth-grade boys unanimously decided to set Kyle down.

By throwing his ass in the pool.

Kyle hit the water with a huge splash, causing the water to be disturbed and rippled. The boys cheered as they started jumping in after him and cannonballing into the pool. Kyle resurfaced and spit water out from his mouth.

"Pfft- GUYS! We can't be in the pool yet, we need sunscreen!" Kyle complained. Cartman waded into the pool as the boys started splashing each other with water and putting floaties and toys in the pool.

"Uh oh, guys! Kyle's still whining about the sunscreen! We better fix that!" Cartman exclaimed. Kyle turned to yell at Cartman when he felt hands grabbing his arms. Kyle turned back to see that Craig, Tweek, and Kenny started putting their hands on him. More kids were advancing as well.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?! Get off me!" Kyle squeaked as he splashed in the pool, more kids grabbing his legs and arms and wiggling fingers into his bare skin.

"You see Kyle, I knew you were gonna make a big gay ass speech about what we should and shouldn't do before we got into your pool. As you always do such faggoty things before we're allowed to have any fun, I took it upon myself to tell the guys that if you start going off on a tangent and we need a quick way to shut you up, this was the perfect way to get it done." Cartman watched with glory in his eyes as Kyle started wriggling and giggling in the fourth-grade class's grip.

"Guhuhuys! Guhuhuys stohohohop!" Kyle giggled as what felt like hungry invasive fingers squished, kneaded, prodded, poked, spidered, and scribbled his skin. Jimmy, Tolkien, Butters, Stan, Kenny, Craig, and Tweek all zipped and wriggled their fingers into Kyle's skin while keeping his limbs spread apart. Being in the pool didn't help Kyle fight them off, and the water made his skin slick. Timmy watched with Cartman with a frown on his face.

"Uh...Timmeh?" Timmy asked. Cartman turned to Timmy, Kyle splashing in the pool behind him.

"Yes, Timmy?" Cartman asked. Timmy pulled up his phone and started recording.

"Timmy Timmy." Timmy said with an evil glint in his eye. Cartman nodded approvingly as he turned back to Kyle.

Craig held Kyle's arm away from his side and scribbled his fingers in his underarm while Tweek scritched along his ribs. Tolkien and Butters held onto Kyle's ankle and entertained themselves by stroking one finger up his foot and watching his toes clamp up. They did this over and over as it was entertaining each time.

Stan and Kenny held apart Kyle's other arm as Kenny gave Kyle little nibbles on his side and blew raspberries in his belly, which made Kyle buck and squeal. Stan scritched in Kyle's armpit while making conversation with Craig. Jimmy had Kyle's other foot all to himself. He held his ankle in the crook between his arm and his side in a headlock as he scrubbed Kyle's foot up and down with one hand. Kyle was quickly going ballistic already as 70 fingers played him at once.

"GUHUHUYS PLEHEHEASE!! THIHIHIS IHIHIS CRAHAHAZY!!" Kyle yelled out, the water splashing all around them. Kyle was floating on his back in the water being held up by the guys holding his limbs apart, so he had no leverage to squirm or escape anywhere. Kyle's eyes screwed shut as he felt fingers squish the pudge on his belly, to which he gave a loud reaction.

"Wow Kenny, you really like Kyle's stomach huh," Stan commented. Kenny shrugged and scribbled his fingers all over Kyle's tummy, reaching from the bottom of his ribs to the tops of his hips with his hands.

"Oh hey, I wanna help! Let me try!" Butters left Tolkien at Kyle's foot and went up to the opposite side of Kenny to add another ten fingers to Kyle's midsection. Kenny started scribbling his fingers in Kyle's bottom ribs while Butters dipped his fingers in Kyle's belly button and pinched his hips.

"GAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHO!! STOHOHOP PLEHEHEASE!!" Kyle pleaded, his body getting tired with all the exertion from trying to get away from so many fingers. He was gonna have a killer six-pack in the morning.

"Aww, well he's just ticklish everywhere, isn't he! That's so sweet!" Butters beamed at Kenny while Tolkien decided to experiment and scritched his fingers underneath Kyle's knee while still pulling his leg apart. Kyle let out a loud cackle as he tried pulling his leg back.

"Hey, how's that working for you, T-T-Tolkien?" Tolkien looked up at Jimmy with a smile on his face.

"Oh, it's working great! He gets really loud when I get right here. You wanna try?" Jimmy nodded and grabbed a better hold of Kyle's leg, and started scratching his fingers under Kyle's knee. Sure enough, Kyle started pulling on both legs trying to reclaim them with this new technique.

"Hahaha, awesome!" Tolkien gave Jimmy a thumbs-up as Craig halted his tickling for a moment to stretch his wrist. Cartman pointed a finger at Craig as he sat on the steps.

"Keep going, Craig! We gotta tire the Jew out so he doesn't bitch for the rest of the night!" Cartman demanded.

"NOHOHO YOU DOHOHON'T! JUHUHUST STOHOHOP!! I'M SORREHEHEE!!" Kyle yelled out, as Craig responded in his monotone voice.

"I'm doing the best that I can. His pulling is hard on my wrist." Craig rotated his wrist before holding onto Kyle's bicep and going back to a hidden gem he found. Between Kyle's middle ribs and back where the skin joined, Craig scribbled in that one spot to make Kyle scream a manly sound. Tweek winked as he kept his tickling confined to Kyle's side.

"So anyway, Red Racer reaches the finish line right as Blue Racer does, so the judges have to go back and watch the footage to see who actually won the race. It was a nail-biter." Craig explained to Stan. Stan nodded as he listened, but mostly looked down at his super best friend getting the shit tickled out of him. He had a forced smile plastered on his face with his eyes screwed shut tightly, with an occasional pull or tug of his limbs. Stan couldn't imagine being in this situation, but he wasn't gonna be the one to stop it. What if Cartman ordered they all go after him next? He couldn't handle that.

"...Yeah, so what did the judges say?" Stan asked as he scribbled his fingers in Kyle's underarm. He noticed he didn't have to try too hard to keep Kyle's arm away from his side to reach this spot.

"We won't know until next week. I can hardly wait. Red Racer always wins every race, but it's the season finale, so it could have a different ending." Craig discussed calmly as if he wasn't tickling a wildly splashing boy with six other boys.

"Timmy? Timmy Timmy?" Timmy asked Cartman, still recording on his phone. Cartman thought about it for a moment.

"Hmm, I'm not sure. Let's see." Cartman cupped his hands around his mouth and called out to Kyle. "How you doing Jew? Ready to give up the sunscreen?" He called out. Kyle shook his head bravely as he continued to laugh out.

"NOHOHOHO!! YOHOHOU STIHIHIHLL NEEHEHEHEED TO WEHEHEHEAR IT!!" Cartman shrugged as he went back to lounging in the pool.

"You heard him, boys! He wants more!" The fourth-grade class worked diligently, their fingers more energized than before.

"GAHAHAHAD!! I DOHOHOHON'T WAHAHANT MOHOHOHORE!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!" Kyle laughed out earnestly as more spots were found on him, to in-between his thighs, to his hands, to his inner elbows, and the skin above his knees. His thighs were a winner, however. Jimmy and Tolkien pulled apart his legs and hugged his knee to grip and scribble their fingers in his inner thigh, causing Kyle to squeal and cackle loudly.

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Gerald and Sheila watched from the closed slider door, smiling gently. It was a rare sight to see Kyle acting like a kid for once with all his friends.

"He gets it from you, you know." Gerald held Sheila around her waist while they watched their son and pattered his fingers along her side. Sheila twitched as she bat Gerald's hand away with a blushing face.

"Oh stop it, Gerald!~ Save it for Saturday, honey~" Sheila cooed as the two shared a kiss, and turned for the living room as their son splashed in the water.

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"CHRIHIST!! SOMEONE- *hic* so-SOHOHOHOMEONE HEHEHEHELP!!" Kyle cackled out as he felt Tolkien's fingers invade his toe spaces and Tweek and Kenny took turns blowing raspberries in his hip divets. They were having fun with this, actually.

"Wow, Kyle has a lot more endurance than I thought. If I had endurance like Kyle I would be so happy." Craig commented. Stan started to get uneasy. Kyle started hiccuping a second ago, and his red cheeks were concerning.

"Alright Cartman, that should be enough right? I mean, look at him." The boys stilled their fingers for a moment. Kyle still giggled to himself and twitched from the air moving around him.

"Aww, the poor guys all tickled out. Aren't you buddy?" Butters patted Kyle's stomach, which Kyle jerked away from reflexively.

"Buhuhutters- *hic* doho-dohon't touch me-" Kyle snickered as Butters fidgeted. Cartman stood up from the pool steps and looked down at Kyle. Kyle's eyes winced having to look up into the sun-filled sky.

"Well, Kyle? What do you say? Are we forgetting the sunscreen?" The boys waited intently for an answer; their arms still wrapped around Kyle's arms and legs while the water waved around them.

"Fuck no, fat-ass! We can't forget it, my parents will find out! Please, just put some on and we can start playing!" Kyle pleaded. Cartman sighed and gave the signal for the boys to start tickling again. Kyle felt the boys' hands around him shift and place themselves on his body.

"Wait wait WAIT! Okay okay! I'll forget it! I'll forget the sunscreen I swear!" Kyle yelled out. Cartman turned back and pointed a finger in Kyle's face.

"If I hear a single word about sunscreen or rules again from you Kyle, you're gonna get it! Alright, let him go." The fourth-graders slowly released Kyle. Kyle rubbed his wrists as the boys saw their fingers onslaught over Kyle's torso, the pink swipes and scratches on his white skin. Kyle looked to the side as he rubbed his shoulder silently.

"Well, I still need to put on my sunscreen, or I'll get grounded!" Butters announced. Kyle looked up at him.

"Yeah, I n-n-need to put on mine too, a comic always has to look his b-best!" Jimmy added.

"Hey honey, mind helping me put some sunscreen on my back? I could use it." Craig asked Tweek.

"GAH! O-Of course! Skin cancer is no joke!" Tweek winked as Craig smiled softly at him.

"We're all gonna put ours on, too." Tolkien, Stan and Kenny nodded in agreement.

"TIMMEH!!" Timmy smiled and exclaimed. All the boys started getting out of the pool to put their sunscreen on and made sure everyone was properly covered. Kyle had a huge smile on that wasn't forced on his face.

"Thanks you guys, you're the best! Now we can play all we want in the sun without getting hurt!" Kyle exclaimed. The boys all cheered and cannonballed back into the pool while Cartman rolled his eyes.

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"Aw dude, sick!" Stan shouted upon seeing Cartman at the bus stop on Monday. Cartman's face was pink with white peelies all over his ears, neck, and cheeks. He had suffered bad sunburn from the pool with no sunscreen. He rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms in a huff.

"Whatever! Sunscreen is overrated and gay as hell! I don't peel, I'll just get tan after this!" Kenny and Kyle walked to the bus stop and stood next to Cartman. Kenny burst out laughing upon seeing Cartman, and Kyle let out a few sputters as well.

"AYE! You all better shut the fuck up! I don't need any damn sunscreen!" Cartman defended.

"HE LOOKS LIKE A FAT TOMATO!" Kenny cried out. Kyle and Stan both started laughing hysterically as Cartman yelled out at them.

"I'M NOT FAT! SHUT UP!" Cartman shouted.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, we get it, you big baby." Stan rolled his eyes as he clapped Eric on the back. Eric yelped as the sunburn on his back stung from Stan's slap.

"ACK! Don't do that, retard! I got sunburn-" Cartman called out, but shut himself up as his friends leered at him.

"What was that you said, fat-ass? You got sunburn?" Kyle said with a shit-eating grin as he slapped Eric's back. Eric let out a screech as he started running down the road, away from the bus stop. Well, as well as he could run anyway. The three boys easily caught up to him and slapped all their hands across his sunburned back.

"YOU GUYS- ACK! I'M SO SERIOUSLY- OW! STOP IT- ACK! STOP!- OW!"

After this experience, Cartman learned his lesson. He was never caught without sunscreen again, and abided by all of Kyle's rules before entering his pool.

#south park #south park tickles #danny writes #tickle fic #lee kyle #kyle broflovski #ler craig tucker #craig tucker #ler tweek tweak #tweek tweak #ler tolkien black #tolkien black #ler jimmy valmer #jimmy valmer #eric cartman #ler stan marsh #stan marsh #ler kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick #timmy burch #sheila broflovski #gerald broflovski

[underworld-park-offical]

Episode 1

TOLKIEN: What in the world are you doing?

CRAIG: Posting on Snapchat

TOLKIEN: What the fuck, why?

CRAIG: These followers ain't gonna get themselves

TOLKIEN: Shut the actual fuck up you fucking Supreme Yeezy wearing- CRAIG: No <3

TOLKIEN: Boy kisser

CRAIG: Gaywad

KYLE: Can you guys stop fighting oh my fucking god

CRAIG: It's my house and I'm high as balls, I do what I want

KYLE: You sound like Cartman

CRAIG: I will  kick you out

TOLKIEN: Do it, no balls

CRAIG: I wasn’t talking to you, girl kisser

TOLKIEN: You know I'm dating Clyde you dumb bitch

CLYDE: Hi :)

CRAIG: Whatever, how do we play this game?

STAN: Okay, plot twist, we don’t play this dumbass kids' game, and go to bed like normal people

TOLKIEN: It's not a kids game, Stan, eat my shorts

STAN: First of all, no, that's gay

STAN: Second, this is from fucking HASBRO

STAN: Therefore, it's for kids

JIMMY: I- I've seen this in m-m-m-m-m-movies, be-before. I-I think it w-w-was m-m-m-my l-l-l-l-little p-pony

CLYDE: Man… I always wondered what friendship could be

CRAIG (deadpan): My little pony…

TOLKIEN: I hate you all

TOLKIEN: You put your hands on the planchette–

CARTMAN: Oh yes, sir douchengaurd the great, we ALL know what that  is

CARTMAN: Speak in English (disrespectfully)

TOLKIEN: Kill yourself

CARTMAN: I'm telling my Twitter stans about this

STAN: I'm not on Twitter

CARTMAN: OH MY GODDDD not you  you fucking rejected Weezer member!

CARTMAN: Nevermind, I'm telling REDDIT

TOLKIEN: Can we just play the game, please?

JIMMY: Wh-wh-why do y-you w-w-wanna play it so bad?

JIMMY: HMMMMMM???

JIMMY: Q-queermo… wh-whatcha tryna g-g-get everyone t-to do h-huh?

STAN: Bro wants everyone to hold hands apparently

KYLE: It's like a My Little Pony circle, my favorite (unironical bozo)

TOLKIEN: ….

TOLKIEN: (Why did I even come here)

KENNY: Can we get to the game, please?

KENNY: The whole point of a sleepover is to get high and do dumb shit

KENNY: TO THE DUMB SHIT, FOR GOOD AND– (Falling sound) …I'M OKAY!

CRAIG: Kenny, do a dance on the table, it’ll look so cool for my Instagram

KENNY: BET…… for twenty dollars I'll do it

CRAIG: ….Shit I don't have twenty dollars

KENNY: LMAO LOSER

TOLKIEN: ….Put your hands on the only  thing on the board, for the love of god

TOLKIEN: You guys literally suck ass

CLYDE: D:

TOLKIEN: Not you, Clyde

CLYDE: :D

(EDITS MADE BY: @pissblanket)

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[11x13kyle]

eating habits masterpost

kyle: being that he's been sickly his whole life, he's always had to be pretty careful about what he eats and is never able to fully predict what food is going to set his body off. this makes him both desperate to experience food and flavor and struggle with self control while also making him obsess over self control and so hyperaware of everything he eats. he also has a tendency to restrict how much he eats and fall into weird fad diets as part of his more generalized need to have control over whatever he can in his frequently out of control life, with one of those possible areas of control being food intake. he's not a picky eater, but he's a very sensitive one.

stan: he mostly has an indifferent relationship with food. he has the food he likes and really enjoys eating, but he doesn't tend to stress about it and it doesn't occupy a lot of space in his brain. that said, when he's more depressed he tends to eat more and very mindlessly just rot in his bed for days just snacking, which makes him develop brief, on-and-off weird, guilty feelings about his eating habits and what he eats. he doesn't really go on diets, but when he's an adult he does become a vegetarian again eventually, which is more to do with his love of animals than any issues with good. his eating habits also tend to be affected by his various medications, having been on ones all across the spectrum, from ones that make him ravenously, insatiably hungry and ones that make his appetite completely disappear.

kenny: growing up without the predictability of knowing whether or not he was going to have food in the table and also with the food that actually was in his home so often being spoiled or gross, he's so so weird about what goes in his body and also how much he eats. once he has the money to have a consistent amount of food he's thrilled about it and wants to buy everything he can get is hands on, but once he actually has it he often doesn't eat it or only has like one bite because he feels this weird kind of guilt about it that he doesn't quite understand. which is cyclical because then he feels horrible and guilty for WASTING food. he's not a picky eater and will in theory eat anything, but in practice because of his upbringing he has moments where he has to stop eating his food because he's convinced himself that it's moldy or rotten or has bugs.

cartman: perpetual binge eater and the opposite of a picky eater. he has no concept of how much is too much and doesn't know when to stop. he loves to indulge and eats with pleasure as his main goal. because his mom mostly had snack food and easy to prepare meals in the house, he resists eating fruits and vegetables as he gets older because he wasn't conditioned as a child to seek them out or appreciate them, so he kind of has the palate of an 8 year old for his whole life. he refuses to acknowledge that his propensity to overeat and inability to recognize when he's full or figure out how to do things in moderation is a trauma response, and simply sees it as just him having a lust for life.

wendy: mostly normal about food when she's a kid and also when she's an adult, but becomes very fixated on what she eats when she's in middle school and high school as an extension of her becoming so much more obsessed with her appearance in general. she grows out of this when she's in her 20s and develops a more healthy relationship with food, but is still very conscious of everything that she eats. she's big on eating as healthily as possible and tries to only purchase environmentally friendly and cruelty free groceries.

craig: has no interest in food and only really eats to survive. he doesn't snack, he eats as much as he has to and only when necessary. he has no favorite foods, it just doesn't compel him. if it were up to him, he would eat every meal in a large nutritional horse pill that gave him all of his necessary nutrients at once without making him go through the ordeal that is actually Having A Meal. the only beverage he actually likes is water.

tweek: very particular about food. the only time he really trusts what he's eating is when he (or craig) prepares it or if he's watching the person the entire time while they cook. when he goes to restaurants/gets take out he is terrified that his food is poisoned or laced with something so he needs craig to test it for him. obsessively checks the appearance of food and the ingredients while grocery shopping.

tolkien: has a refined palate but is really embarrassed about it so when he's out with friends he likes to get the most Common Man Food on the menu. he doesn't exactly have a strong sense of what foods are considered "normal" or transcend class so he's often saying things like "what? you've NEVER had escargo? but it's at like every restaurant!" he also has a bad sense of how much groceries cost and always overestimates it. he doesn't snack much when he's alone, but he does when he's with his friends because he doesn't want to be that one guy who isn't chowing down on cheetos at the function.

clyde: really into the idea of bulking but doesn't understand how he's actually supposed to do it. he refuses to ask for help on it though because how hard can it be? he also loves really odd food combinations and basically eats like he's pregnant at all times. he doesn't get why his friends find it so off-putting when they come over to his place and he brings out a tray of snacks and the snacks in question are sliced up sweet pickles with peanut butter spread over them.

jimmy: was really into playing with his food up until way later than most of his peers. and by playing with his food i mean he would act out very intricate plot lines with the food on his plate and get so immersed in his stories that he would take forever to actually eat and sometimes even get so attached to his characters that he couldn't bring himself to eat them because it felt cruel. he loves to eat but hates cooking so most of what he eats are ready-made frozen foods and he has very few unmade ingredients in his cabinets and fridge.

butters: he hates to make his own choices about what to eat, he wants to be told what to eat and have meals just placed in front of him forever. he has this fear that he's going to suggest a food to eat and everyone is going to get unspeakably mad at him, like he's gonna get arrested for saying he wants popeyes or something. he makes an effort to eat healthily but mainly because he's worried he'll get in trouble for eating junk, but if he were to allow himself total freedom of choice, he would be eating mostly sweet foods and desserts. HUGE sweet tooth. his favorite meal is breakfast and he could eat waffles every single day if given the opportunity.

#enjoy my incoherent ramblings that i typed up in class #uhhh ask to tag if need be #EDIT: I FORGOT BUTTERS MY BAD