#teen south park x reader

[pussynibbler69]

!! Teen! Eric Cartman x gn!! best friend! Reader !!

"Early wake up call..."

Idk i don't have any requests and I'm now writing random shit for my entertainment

Tw// mention of partying, drugs/boos, and (playful 😇) death threats

Lovely, calm, and graceful Saturday morning for none other than [Name] [Last Name].

That's what you would think, right? With the delicate stray light forms falling in between the cracks of your curtains, the small noticeable chirping birds resting outside your window. The start of your summer holiday, the first day where you can happily sleep in and you know there's more days to come like that.

The faint smell of coffee was swift in the air, as well as freshly baked goods from a bakery not so far by. In the small mountain town of South Park, Colorado. Your mother must have gotten them on her small trip out, and although you were tempted, you didn't want to leave the soft safe restraints of your comforters. Not for anything, and not for anyone.

Well, that was what you were certainly planning.

You're now more aware of the chirping birds behind the blaring song of Poker Face by Lady Gaga, which was recconisingly your ring tone. You stare at your ceiling for a moment, dazed, the warm soft covers making your skin slightly sweaty as you have been tangled in sheets all night. Who chose that song as a ring tone?

Certainly not you, so it must be the second most trusted person with your phone. Eric Cartman. The shorter, round shaped boy with a voice breaking complexion. He was chestnut hair messily cut into a mullet, by yours truly, that somewhat suited his disliked American white-man problematic persona. But even with that he's a bit gay.

You'll forever remember things that you want to forget, relating to that subject. Let's hope he's a bit different now, but you can never really tell.

He sounded like Alvin from Alvin and the chipmunks at the ripe age of ten, but now of that being a couple years ago he sounds more like Alvin's rejected cousin thats slightly deformed and going though puberty.

Yeah, maybe thats about right.

Maybe if you don't pick up he'll go away? You seriously consider, not moving from the space on your bed. You met him when you were younger, more like when you were both in diapers, as you're mothers were both very close in school years. Both single push over mothers, and yes you are ashamed of how you treated yours of when you were younger.

But Cartman hadn't really changed much. He'd still whine in a high pitched voice to get what he wants, while in recent years you've been soft spoken and more willing to listen to your mother. At ten years old though you couldn't see a difference in you and Cartman's behavior, you were like two peas in a pod.

And not in a good way.

But ignoring your faults, because it's embarrassing to remember, you let Lady Gaga ring out in your room. She sang a bit longer, but finally died out at some point while you had spaced of. It's silent for a moment, and you rest your eyes even so you weren't all that tired anymore, but there's a disruption in the quiet air.

It's Lady Gaga. And because you were on your side, facing your window and away from the bedside table and your phone, it's like she's looming over your shoulder practically begging the phone to be picked up. You sigh, irritatbly, struggling to get up in a sitting position. You quickly unplug the phone from the charger and press the green button.

You hold it up to your ear, just listening to any sound that passed through from the end. Theres voices immediately, but you're confused on topic of conversation. "—Kahl, you friggin' asshole, that's none of your business—" "What." You dismiss the confusion and his conversation, wanting to get the point of the call.

"[NAME]! YOU FINALLY PICKED UP YOU BITCH, STOP IGNORING ME!!" it was unbelievable how he quickly changed the subject from who he was talking to, to you. The tone of voice and everything— you're flattered that he changed it that fast to talk to little ol' you. Dispute your fake internal flatter, you face stayed blank.

"What do you want." You slightly curse, not even scared about pissing him off. It's not like he'll grind your parents up into chilli too, because he also knew that you used to act exactly like him in that way. You'll bite him even harder in the ass than he did to you, whether that be literally or you killing him. Ew. You cringe, but you'd take action if it came to it.

You hear him scoff on the other end, shuffling of feet against his flooring surprisingly easy to hear as he made his way from the living room into the kitchen. You can tell that he had gone into the kitchen because of the faint sound of the fridge door opening as he talking to you. "I need your help, and when you do I owe you."

You slightly raise a brow, deadpanning soon after thinking of his definition of a 'owe'. You lean yourself against the headboard of your bed, boredom consuming you slowly but surely. "Yeah—no. Kill yourself." You blow a raspberry down onto the microphone, only now waiting for a reply. He huff and sputters, you can basically see him hesitate on the other side of the phone.

"But— but—" the words seemed to be caught on his tongue, but you practically heard his voice change to a more high pitched squeal like a switch. It's like him complaining to his mum, his pace in voice becomes quicker as his reason started to blur with other words. "But Clyde is having a house party and we want to throw a betteronesothatthey'renotbetterthanusand—"

You outwardly sigh, only just about catching to jist of his sentence through the many years you've known him. You pitch the bridge of your nose between your forefinger and middle, furrowing your brows. "Eric, what. I'm not your mum so don't speak to me like that you stupid fat bitch—" "OI I'M NOT FAT—" "You're certainly not skinny babes.."

"Oh yeah? Well let's talk about you." "Excuse me? You look like you look like—" you two continue to bicker over the phone, obviously he leant off his fridge to slightly pace around his kitchen— and whoever he'd been talking to before became silent or out of ear shot of the phone— Kyle. You remember.

Of course you knew of his other friends that he mainly hung out with, but to be honest you're not into their stupid lifestyle. Always getting into stupid shit, unexpected things happening, detetions, enemies (that can be people they don't even know!). Plus, even though he is you're so called "best friend", he is a prick.

"I mean— a party? An alcoholic party? Why would you even want that at our age—" "Don't question, I know you've done worse things then this." It's true, you guess. You two are like partners in crime, and the part will be on the bottom of the list of the worse things you've done. You sigh, already pulling on your sneakers resting by the front door.

God's sake.

"I'll be at yours in five." You grumpily say, over his whining and comments. They turned sickly sweet since a couple minutes ago where he was basically shouting slurs at you through the phone, him trying to sweeten you to his liking. He celebrated on the other end and he said something, but you hung up without an answer.

You pulled on a coat or jacket, ready to open the door before your mother called you from the kitchen. "Hunny?" She said, peering into the hallway in only a few seconds. "Where are you going in your Pajamas, sweetie?" Her voice was soft and kind, but regardless you openly roll your eyes and scowl at her. You're tired and not in the mood, but you reply regardless.

"Seeing Eric, Mum. I'll tell him you said hi." Without a question or a scold she smiled, hand plastered to her chest. "Okay sweetie! Have fun! There's cinnamon rolls and coffee here for when you come back!" She disappeared as soon as she came, leaving you to yourself to leave and close the door. You feel bad again, but your bad behavior surfaces without warning sometimes.

You step out, the winds slightly less cold then usual months as you take an icey breath in. You sigh, annoyed again, stepping further and started the path to his house. It requires no mental energy anymore, it's like your feet mindlessly take you to your destination. What could he want from you? The alcohol? Something else?

You doubt its the alcohol, as him Mum would get it for him without question. Whatever it might be, it has to be stupid, and leaves you dreading the arrival at his door.

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[multifanlol]

If your still taking request can you pls do yandere Scott tenorman x reader that is like mikan tsumiki (being a nurse,clumsy,apologizing a lot,ect)

Yes I’m still taking requests don’t be shy to ask :) also sure! It might be a little out of character since we don’t see Scott a lot in the viewers pov but I’ll try-

Tw: If you’ve seen the game you know Mikan herself can be a trigger to some people with similar trauma but incase you didn’t mentions of sexual trauma, falling into inappropriate positions, bullying, etc all that stuff also stalking, overall yandere stuff

Yandere Scott Tenorman x reader who acts like Mikan Tsumuki

Before the chilli incident

When we first met you was completely by accident as he was just talking with his friends about whatever and you bumped into him into one of “those” positions

Wouldn’t lie he would make fun of you a little since his friends are there but then he’d help you up realising how uncomfortable that position must be

Then he realises how pretty you are and he was lovesick right away

Like he doesn’t know what to say then and then and you pretty much start apologising over and over thinking you did something-

He quickly stops you kinda flustered with his friends watching telling you it’s fine and to stop apologising till you run off

Yep he’s obsessed like he keeps on talking about how pretty you are around his friends that it begins to annoy them so they just tell him to take you out

Like my boy wants to but doesn’t know how to approach he doesn’t even know where to find you!

Till his friends tell him your a nurse….

You weren’t exactly a full time one since you were still in school but the way you’d heal wounds and etc were so good in the teachers eyes they offered you a job to work there! You were so good you became the official full time one-

And oh boy does he become your most visited customer

Apparently Scott always seems to have “cramps”, a “twisted” elbo, the flu….

Soon you notice he becomes your only customer, not that you mind it’s nice having a friend but…..

Anyways! When he finds out about your past of being bullied he feels some sort of rising anger in him he’s never felt before…..

Like yeah he’s been really mad before but not THIS mad it feels kinda psychotic really…..

Really

Maybe he’d get you to give them the names……and addresses…..

Sooner or later you notice nobody’s bullying you anymore! That’s great but you also notice people seem to i don’t know…..fear you? Did you do something? You’d ask and they’d practically scram acting like your gonna kill them-

You thought you did something but not to worry, your greatest and only friend Scott Tenorman is here!

He’d comfort you and make all those sad tears go away!

“Don’t be so sad s/o who needs all the friends in the world anyway? You have me and that’s all that matters”

I feel like he’d maybe let you hang around his friends only if he’s there of course and it’d be rare he doesn’t want them to ruin you….your his after all….

Would probably be more gentle and calm with you as to not freak you out but not gonna lie in his opinion seeing you scared some times can be cute…..

Definitely wouldn’t tell you about the whole pubes thing as he wouldn’t wanna let you in on it as it’d be kinda embarrassing in his eyes although he does let you go to the chilli festival to “impress you” or something like that….

Cartman would def find out about you when stalking Scott he’s stalking you so he would just take a few photos of Scott and give them to you i mean who would you believe Scott over an “innocent” little boy?

Your not really sure what to believe honestly with the way you grew up you’d find it maybe…..cute? Scott is your only friend! You don’t wanna lose him

During the chilli festival you watch Scott lose everything embarrassed in front of his friends, his parents dead, his favourite band brutally roasting him, yk he’s kinda going mad

After the chilli incident

Ever since the festival Scott was missing not even you heard of him, you were worried and it’s not like your life got any better, people went back on to bullying you, etc yk it sucked

But you always felt like someone was watching you…..particularly all the ginger kids, like they were meant to keep an eye on you….

You didn’t really want to think much of it but one day while you were sleeping, you woke up in a…..different place

And you felt a presence of someone in the room and noticed a shadow…..coming out was Scott Tenorman! With ginger kids behind him…?

Not to worry! Everything’s gonna be okay, he just had to kidnap you and keep you here to make sure your safe! He’s gonna get revenge on that Eric kid for ruining his life….

He’d become much more possessive and brutal although not exactly brutal to you as in his eyes you can do no wrong although brutal with others especially with his kills

Good luck because i don’t think you’ll ever be seeing the light of sun again, maybe just maybe he’d let you and him go at night but only at night as it’s too risky

I mean can you totally blame him? (Yes you can) he just lost his parents thanks to a little kid (and that kid is Eric Cartman) anything can happen….

Definitely becomes much more clingy and affectionate with you now as before he’d still be embarrassed in front of his friends now he doesn’t care he can give you all the attention you’d desire! If you ever cried he’d feel horrible

“Aw d-don’t cry! Look i know you want to leave but it’s not like you had it good out there anyway! They all hated you, I’m protecting you!”

Whenever he’s thinking of some plan to get back at Cartman and you sadly can’t be there which is rare he get some of the ginger kids he got to watch over you which would be kinda rare although he trusts you won’t leave i mean, not only are you insanely clumsy but do you really wanna go back to your life out there?

Overall he would be a bit of a messy yandere tough with a soft side i guess?

I hope you liked it-if you wanna request anything else it’s open! Bye love y’all! :)

#character x reader #south park #South Park x reader #Scott Tenorman #Scott Tenorman chilli #Scott Tenorman x reader #Yandere Scott Tenorman #Yandere South Park #South park teens

[mikalenxox]

I’ve been wanting to write X reader things for a while but I haven’t gotten enough like notice and or motivation but I’m gonna make a post on what and who I write for!!

Who I write for -

Johnny slaughter

bubba sayer

creepypasta (any of them!)

Genshin impact (any characters that aren’t a minor, male or female)

fnaf (any characters that aren’t minors)

slashers

teen titans

The group chat

friends

red dead redemption (male or female)

South Park (male or female)

hunger games

shameless (male or female)

what I will write -

nsfw and sfw

fluff

angst

Headcannons

romantic

platonic

what I will not write for -

non - con/rape

incest

Pedophilia

any smut that involes minors (like minor x minor smut)

zoophilia

bestiality

smut with dead bodies 💀

daddy/mommy kinks

golden shower/shit kink

knife play

breathe play

period sex

blood play

Again I am new to writing so I’ll probably either update this or make a newer one! But feel free to request things by leaving me a message in my inbox! (Reposts are appreciated)<3

#new writer boost #signal boost #johnny slaughter x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #genshin impact x reader #slasher x reader #creepypasta x reader #fnaf x reader #billy loomis x reader #teen titans x reader #south park x reader #red dead redemption two

[kawaiiwritingcomputer]

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄

🪼 hello friends!! i am a cringe friendly kinda guy, and i like to keep my mind open and indulge in writing cute little romance x reader fics!

🪼 i will write poly or love triangle request or anything you desire!! you can request headcannons or a short x reader fic from me, and i will write nsfw. you can customize it to be any kind of reader and i will try my best to represent it for you!! please specify pronouns/species/powers or whatever else i should know! thank you all <3

🍄 Hi! I’m the kind of writer that like goes with the flow. I’m more of a headcanon than a drabble or long fic king of guy, I’m not that confident in my writing! I do romance and platonic, occasionally I will do some NSFW. I definitely do write yandere context, and would be open to write for other deres as well! I’m a broad x reader type or writer but if you want specifics, I’ll still accommodate to my best ability :3

🍄 we’re just two friends who love writing and want to get into the flow of writing again! if there’s any fandoms you think we know about or would like to know if we’d write for, just ask then we’ll talk about it. happy requesting!

Our Fandoms:

Homestuck 🍄🪼

Regular Show 🍄🪼

Creepypasta 🍄🪼

Slashers / Horror 🍄🪼

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 🍄🪼

Overwatch 🪼

Samurai Jack 🪼

Demon Slayer / kny 🪼

Scooby Doo 🍄🪼

ATHF 🪼

Final Space 🪼

Adventure Time 🍄 🪼

Clone High 🍄 (season one only 🍄 ) ( 🪼 for season 2 )

DC 🍄🪼

Teen Titans 🍄🪼

South Park 🍄🪼

One Punch Man 🍄

Sailor Moon 🍄

Mythos 🍄

JJK 🍄

Five Nights at Freddy’s 🍄

#x reader #homestuck #slashers #adventure time #regular show x reader #overwatch imagines #teenage mutant ninja turtles #overwatch #regular show #multifandom account #clone high #south park #greek mythology #demon slayer #scooby doo #samurai jack #creepypasta #one punch man #ATHF #teen titans #until dawn #supernatural #final space #sailor moon #FNAF #five nights at freddy's #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

[bunnihoshiki]

★ (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ 𝐂𝐋𝐘𝐃𝐄 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

🐰 . . 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 ⋆ None

💭 . . 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬 ⋆ Clyde Donovan x Gn!Reader

🐰 . . 𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⋆ What it's like dating the sweetheart clyde!

💭 . . 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬 ⋆!! Teen clyde !! Gender neutral reader, you/your pronouns used, Mentions of fighting, very ooc since ik clyde doesn't like texting that much

🐰 . . 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 ⋆ Clyde is such a cutie so ofc hoshiki had to write him first! Please tell hoshiki if there's anything wrong he wrote this in like 40 minutes

Navi | Masterlist

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐋𝐘𝐃𝐄 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 ?

It won't matter if you just got into the relationship he would still be constantly showing you off. It's either you being the main topic or small mentions of you, no in between. Clyde takes pride of being your boyfriend so of course he wants to talk or atleast mention about you. Even if the topic wasn't exactly directed to you he always manages to get you on the topic.

On the other hand, if you're right beside him he gets all lovely dovely with you. Small kisses, holding hands, hugging you close, and many more!

if you're at the early stages of your relationship he gets more embarrassed and nervous about it so he might not initiate the actions first. The only time he would gladly show you off is when you give him a sign that you show that you're okay with it! Or if you initiate it first. He'll act all annoyed but in the inside his heart will melt.

And despite being shy or open about your relationship he still wants you to know that you're his and his only. With or without him next to you so that would mean he would either text you whining about how much he misses you or rant about his day OR give you small gifts to make you remind of him.

90% he gives you random stuff since he doesn't actually think if you'll like it or not. It's more of a "this is cooool! I'm gonna get this for Y/n" rather than "Y/n will like this" but you'll still cherish each and every gift.

Stealing each other's clothes is a must. He wouldn't let you some of his clothes like his lucky shirt but he would enjoy seeing you in his other clothes. He won't care about the size difference, he just loves to have his clothes on you. It shows how much you really love him. Of course, HE would also steal your clothes! It's only fair after all.

After school ends the first person you'll see is your sweetheart clyde. He doesn't want you seeing someone else other than him before school and after school so he would always plan out how he should to get to you first.

He does get a little possessive when you aren't paying most of your attention to him so to fix that he would always walk you home to spend a little more time with you, no matter the circumstances.

Both of you always acts lovely dovely. Even better when it's out in the public but he does respect you when you don't want to.

Please let him act all dominate and manly around you, he'll cry out of embarrassment, please.

Clyde acts so sweet around you, he would want to be that 'stereotypical, cool, handsome jock' but he loses his act when you're around him.

You're just a generally amazing person and you don't even realize his act! it would also make him feel somehow guilty if it's your first time being in a relationship so he would act nice with you.

But of course every relationship has its wrong. When you're at the late stage of the relationship clyde will get further away from you. He doesn't spend time with you that much, he doesn't act that much a sweetheart anymore and is sort of... Ignoring you? He even ditched a date to hang out with his friends when both of you clearly scheduled it together.

Because of that it would make you feel insecure. You're sure clyde didn't mean it but it makes you get unpleasant thoughts about it. 'what if he doesn't love me anymore? What if he loves someone else?' and that feelings will lead to an argument. It's just alot of misunderstanding but after that clyde will apologize.

He always apologizes first due to his emotional heart but please comfort him after, he would cry 10x harder than you.

Aside from that clyde is such a sweetheart and would always make you feel loved!

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© 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢 2023 do not repost, copy or modify without my permission. All rights reserved.

#˳🍥 ࣭ ࣪ 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ໑ ( ˆ͈̑꒳ˆ͈̑ )੭ ☆ . ° #𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢'𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 ( 𝐒𝐏 ) ᕱ ᵎ ꒱ #south park #south park x reader #Clyde #Clyde donovan #Clyde south park #Clyde x reader #Clyde donovan x reader #Clyde x gn!reader #X reader #gn!reader #x gender neutral reader #Gender neutral reader #Teen!clyde #sp x reader #☆𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢'𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧·♡˖ ָ࣪ #Sp scenario #South park scenarios #Sp imagines #south park imagines #imagine

[serenity-songbird]

200 Followers Special!!!

I'm gone for how long and I see all these new people?!

Holey Cow!!!

Thank y'all so much for your support and love.

I greatly appreciate y'all.

Kyle was freaking the fuck out.

How could he have been so careless?

He should've planned better.

...But it's not not like he planned for it to happen...I mean it was a spur of the moment kind of thing.

No.

No excuses.

He fucked up.

All his plans for the future completely down the drain. He wasn't even 18 yet for goodness sake! It was still two months until he was supposed to become an adult!

He should write his will now.

Because his mother was going to kill him before he could make it that far.

"K-Kyle?" You grabbed the sleeve of his jacket and he snapped his head towards you. He was so lost in his mind that he forgot you were there.

He instantly felt guilty for ignoring you when he saw the tears streaming down your face. He should have considered how you were feeling. You were probably more terrified than he was.

The 3 white sticks were still in your hand. All were reading positive. You were shaking and clenching onto his jacket.

"A-are you going to leave me?"

He blinked.

"What?"

"I-I mean, we were just talking about all of our plans for the future a-and now all of that is going to change. You got a scholarship to Harvard for fuck's sake! Y-you can't go to Harvard with a b-b-baby!" You dropped the sticks and clenched onto his jacket with both your hands as his eyes widened. "I don't know what to do!!!"

"(Y/N)..."

"I-I can't do this alone!" You were sobbing.

"(Y/N)."

"O-Our parents are gonna kill us!" You were starting to hyperventilate.

"(Y/N)!"

"P-please don't leave me!" You looked like you were going to pass out.

"(Y/N)!!!" He had to yell your name as he grabbed your shoulders to steady you. You flinched back as the volume of his voice. He felt bad for having to scare you, but he had to calm you down. "Breathe, Sweetheart. You need to breathe."

He pulled you into his chest and rubbed your back. He shooshed you and swayed back and forth to calm you down. You were sobbing and hiccuping into his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair and rubbed your scalp.

"I'm not going to leave you, Sweetheart...Why would you think that? I'm not that irresponsible."

"B-Because you're always t-talking about h-how you're g-going to be successful and put your all into school s-so you can get a g-good job a-and that nothing i-is going to distract you from your g-goal. B-but a b-b-baby i-is a really big distraction and we were already talking about b-breaking up because of the distance and and-"

"Ssshhh. Hey. What did I say about breathing?" He had to cut you off because you started hyperventilating again. "I'm not going to leave you. Yes, this does change a lot of things, but I'm not going to abandon you. Okay? Im scared too, but we will work this out together."

Is he still terrified?

Usually, you're the one who calms him down. I mean, he still has major anger issues and you're the only one that can stop him from blowing up.

But now, he is the one consoling you.

Absolutely.

He is freaking out as much as you are, but he needs to be strong for you.

Yes, you two were considering breaking up because your goals were just too different.

Make no mistake, he didn't want to break up. He loved you so much it hurt. But a long distance relationship took a lot of work. Plus, with school, homework, and the time distance; it only made it even more challenging.

That's why as the days edged closer to graduation and leaving for college, you had planned to spread as much time together as possible.

It's what also lead to this outcome...

Yet, he would never regret that night.

You were so beautiful in your dress. It was the Winter Festival right before Christmas break. He wasn't a dancer, but he couldn't say no to you. He held you so close as you swayed back and forth. You laughter, your smile, the way your eyes glimmered in happiness...It was all ingrained into his mind.

You both had managed to sneak away from everybody else. You didn't plan to have sex. You just wanted a moment to yourselves.

It was a beautiful night. He took you out for a drive in your car and parked at the cliff that over looked the town.

Your Uncle Jimbo gifted you his red pick-up truck after you got your license. It was in the back of the truck where you two lay. You lined the back with blankets and pillows. You were curled up next to him, tracing circles on his chest while you two talked about anything and everything all at once.

The winter air wasn't too cold for once and the heat between your bodies as well as the blankets and heater near your feet kept you warm. The ground had about an inch or two of the snow and the sky was clear. You counted the stars and admired the full moon.

The day that you would have to part was drawing nearer and it hurt. He savored every bit of that night.

He gently grabbed your chin guiding you into a kiss. He had put every ounce of love and admiration into a passionate kiss. Every word that was left unspoken between you two was poured into that kiss.

He was just so in love with you and you loved him equally as much. The kiss grew more heated in the moment. His hands gripped your waist so tightly as he readjusted his position so he was over you. He took your hands in his and held them on either side of your head.

Your tongues danced in unison and he deepened the kiss. Your breath mingled with his. His right hand tangled itself in your hair and readjusted your head back so he could leave kisses on you neck.

The moment you moaned as he sucked a sensitive part of your neck, all rational flew out the window.

Despite dating for three years, you two had never had sex before. It's not that he didn't want to, it was just that he wanted to respect you and not take advantage of you.

That, and your brother would kill him if he found out...

But the sound of your moans and the way your beauty glowed in the moonlight, had him hooked.

He didn't think about the consequences of putting it in without a condom. He didn't think about the fact that your family would kill him for taking your innocence away.

All that was on his mind was the way you made him feel and what he wanted to do to you. He hadn't even left the town yet and he already knew how much he would miss you and how much it would hurt. He wanted every piece of you before he left.

So, he stole your virginity and gave you his in return.

And it felt, oh so good.

Even in this moment, knowing that it resulted in you pregnancy, he still couldn't bring himself to regret it.

Did he wish he used a condom?

Yeah...Yeah.

But what's done is done.

The next step is getting past it and figuring out what to do.

He had moved you over to the couch and cradled you. He pressed kisses into you head as he calmed you down.

Despite the fear, he also felt a bit...relieved?

Not that he wanted to have a baby this early... But this means that he had an exucse to keep you by his side forever.

Now that you were tied to him forever, he didn't need to feel jealous thoughts of another man claiming you as his own. Now you would be forever his.

He held you tighter.

Whenever he thought about the future, he always imagined you there with him. He dreamt of marrying you one day. Now, thanks to this, it may actually happen.

Did he sound a bit possessive?

Maybe.

But he really, really loved you.

You had finally calmed down a bit and wiped your face. He passed you the tissue box on the side table and you wiped away all your snot and tears.

Kyle was glad that his parents and little brother weren't home right now. It allowed you both to have a moment to take in everything.

"I-I don't have a clue on what we are supposed to do." You stated in between sniffles.

"...Me neither, but we'll figure it out." He paused before releasing one of his worries. "Y-You're not thinking of getting rid of it...are you?" You pulled away from him in shock.

"What?! No! Of course not!" Your face morphed into hurt. "A-Are you saying you want me to?!"

"No! Of course I don't! I just wanted to make sure you didn't either!" He breathed a sigh of relief.

A moment of silence passed between you too. You head lay on his shoulder and you sat on his lap. Your legs wrapped around his back and your arms draped around his neck. You clung onto him like a koala, but he didn't mind. He just rubbed Circles on your back.

The silence wasn't awkward or bad. It was just a moment of really taking in the news and figuring out what to do next.

He sighed in frustration and buried his face in your neck, pestering small kisses here and there. The Winter Festival was held December 19th. Today was March 26 sooo, you were about nine weeks.

You didn't have to tell everyone right away. Just keep it a secret til you had a more concrete plan.

Yeah.

Plus...You both needed to prepare yourself for the wrath of you parents...

He wondered how Stan would react.

...

And Shelly too...

Oh shit!

Stan was going to fucking kill him.

He didn't know which one he was more terrified of.

You were the youngest twin and Stan and Shelly had always been overprotective over you. He didn't want to imagine the anger they would feel from the news.

He needs to prepare for that too...

A month had passed since you told him the news. By now you both had formed a more solid plan. Luckily for him, Harvard was offering virtual classes.

As for you, you were planning to attend a nearby community college that allowed you to get your bachelor's in (job).

He had applied for a job at a nearby warehouse that payed $16.23 per hour which was pretty decent. He had lucked out.

You were a very artsy person, so you created crafts, paintings, sewed some easy outfits, along with pillows and toys, etc. Your friends really helped spread the word and a lot of people had begun to requests items.

The most money you received from one item was a large, colorful painting that was sold at $80. The average prices for things you sold were between $10-$50 depending on what the customer wants.

Honestly, you were raining in some cash. And he was relieved that it wasn't hazardous to your health. He doesn't know what he'd do if you got a job at a restaurant or fast food place. (He had to talk you out of it because he insisted that you would be overworked. Plus what if you slipped on a stray piece of food and got hurt)?

Kyle was very doting on you. He always made sure you were okay and taking care of yourself. If you craved something at 1 A.M. he would literally drive to the 24 hour to buy it for you. He made sure you were eating a lot of fruits and veges and taking your vitamins. He literally had a whole ass meal plan and notes of what was okay to eat and what wasn't.

Always put reminders on his phone for your appointments so you could go together. The first ultrasound was a...ride to say the least. When the doctor said you were having twins, he nearly passed out.

Thinking back, he probably should have expected it. Twins ran in your family. Hell, you were a twin.

So far no one suspected anything. Stan was curious as to why Kyle was being more protective than usual, but shrugged it off thinking it was because he was going to leave soon.

Today was the day you would announce your pregnancy to the family. You did your research, came up with a gameplan, and had started saving money.

You both were really nervous.

Your family does monthly game nights and tonight Kyle's family would be joining.

You decided to tell them then since everyone would be together.

Can wait to see this shitshow...

You held the UNO cards in your hand, looking between your father and brother with an annoyed look. They were going back and forth saying that the other was cheating.

"How many UNO draw cards do you have!? I have 28 cards now, Stan! 28!!!" You dad shook the cards to emphasize. "There is no way there is that much draw cards! At least pull out an UNO reverse card and use those draw cards on Kyle!" Stan rolled his eyes.

"Dad. It's just a game. Relax. Besides I'm pretty sure we used all the reverse cards." Stan gestured to the pile of used cards.

You tuned them out and whisper-yelled in Kyle's ear.

"They do this every month! Every. Single. Time." Kyle tilted his head to you.

"Game nights get pretty intense, huh? Knowing your dad, it's not surprising..."

You huffed in frustration and pinched the bridge of your nose.

   Neither of you have been able to get a word in to reveal the news and you were getting more annoyed by the hour.

   It's not that you were looking forward to their reactions. Which you definitely were not.

   It's just that you both wanted to finally get it off your chests and get it over with. Plus, with your raging hormones, your mood swings were terrible. It didn't help that the nausea and vomiting still haven't gone away and you were constantly going to the bathroom multiple times a day.

   Seriously, how long was this going to take?

   "A lion! Rain! Dancer!" Ike was shouting excitedly.

   "Ballerina!?" Mrs. Shelia was confused.

   "Uh, waves?" And Kyle was just over it.

   You were now playing Charades and Mr. Gerald was trying to demonstrate an octopus.

   He wasn't doing so good.

   Your families had split up into two teams. Since you were the odd one out, you offered to be score keeper as well as the one to assign what the families had to guess. You didn't feel like moving around too much.

   It had been two hours and this was the last game.

   You still hadn't told the news.

   Despite the minor arguing and extreme competitiveness, it was actually pretty fun.

   Watching Mr. Gerald try and demonstrate an octopus was quite entertaining and you laughed a few times.

Then an idea sprung up.

If you couldn't get a word in...Maybe you could act it.

You scribbled a message on the board before crossing your hands into a T.

"Time out! I want to play now. Kyle, take the board and scribble something I can act."

Kyle rose an eyebrow at you before getting up and taking the clipboard. "Okay." He looked down about to erase the board, but paused as he read the message. He gave you a deadpan look before shrugging and following the instructions you wrote.

He pretended to write and showed you the board. You took a moment to cross you arms in thought and nodded. (You had to make it seem you were thinking).

"Okay. This one is a 2 word sentence. Timer starts now." Kyle informed your team and flipped the hourglass upside down.

Immediately, you started to point at yourself.

"Chest!" Randy abruptly shouted.

You shook your head. You patted your chest.

"Heart?" Stan guessed. Again you shook your head. You raised both hands to point at yourself in a downwards motion.

"You!" Sharon snap her finger. You nodded while twirling your hand to convey to build upon the word.

"You're." Shelly hit it right on the head. Growing up, you two had gotten used to using hand motions at each other. When you'd help each other sneak out of the house without your parents knowing.

You clapped and nodded excessively. Halfway there. Kyle, knowing how your father is, had already moved farther from the group and closer to the bathroom. He had to make a quick break so he could lock himself in there so he'd live to see another day. Hopefully.

You then patted your stomach.

"You're hungry." Stan started. You shook your head. Then your stomach growled. You blushed.

"Okay well I'm still right. I don't know how you're still hungry though. We just ate." Stan joked. You gave him an annoyed look and shushed him. You tried patting your stomach again.

"Your stomach hurts!"

"Randy that's three words..."Sharon rolled her eyes before taking her guess. "You're full?"

You shook your head once again. You then hugged your stomach.

"You're cramping." Shelley mused.

You shook your head more. You hummed before taking your arms and made it seem like you were cradling something back and forth.

You're family just looked at you blankly.

"Oh my- I thought my dad was the worst at this, but you're really toping the cake, (Y/N)." Kyle shook his head while laughing.

"Hey! I wasn't that bad!" Gerald pouted to himself.

"Bubby. Why are you all the way over there?"

"Yeah Dude, you can some closer." Stan gave him a confused look.

"I'm taking precautions."

"Precautions for what?" Ike questioned his brother.

"Nevermind him! We just need one more point to win! (Y/N)! Hurry up!"

You huffed. Luckily, during their bickering, you got an idea on how to better convey you pregnancy. You cupped a circle from the top of your abdomen to the bottem to demonstrate a large belly.

"You're fat!" Stan pointed at you. You glared at Stan.

"Don't look at me like that! You're portraying a big belly, what else could it be?!"

"Pregnant! You're pregnant!" Sharon jumped up and pointed.

"Yes! That's right! I'm pregnant." The hourglass emptied signifying your family's win.

Kyle was now holding the handle of the open bathroom door, watching.

"Hot damn! We won. The answer was she's pregnant. The Marsh's win again!" Randy fist bumped the air.

Then...silence...

.

.

.

"Wait...What?"

Everyone in the room whipped their heads towards you, damn near breaking their necks in the process.

You stood there was a nervous smile, holding up the pregnancy tests and ultrasound pictures up for all to see.

"Sssuuupriiissse???..."

Sharon, being the closest to you snatched the pictures immediately.

"These...these are real. You'reactually pregnant!? And...with TWINS!!!" She snapped her head in shock and disbelief with a hint of anger.

"Whatwhatwhat!!!" Sheila screeched.

All heads then turned to Kyle who stood one foot in the door like a deer in headlights.

"Ooohhh. That's what you meant by precautions." Ike figured out.

Stan was the first one jump up and stomp menacingly towards Kyle..

"Kyle what the fuck!?!?!?" Kyle dashed into the bathroom and locked it. Despite Stan getting up first, Randy was the one immediately knocking at the door, pissed up.

"You got my daughter pregnant?!?!?! How dare you touch my little girl!!!"

"Dad! I'm 17! I'm not little anymore!"

"Oh, so you're old enough to get pregnant?! (Y/N), this completely irresponsible! What were you thinking!?!?!? What about college and you're future?!?!?!" Sharon took a step to you and you stepped back.

"I'm pregnant! You can't hit a pregnant woman. You wouldn't harm a baby, would you?"

She scoffed, knowing you were right, but still too pissed and wanting to smack you upside the head.

"Get out of there, you turd! Face us and get your ass beat like a man!" Shelley roared.

"I cannot believe this?! Out of all the people in the town, my son was the first one to become a father! Kyle, I did not raise you like this!"

"Your mother is right, Kyle! I know you two are getting older and it was bound to happen, but you could've at least used protection or birth control or at least pull out!!!" Gerald swiped his hand over his face in exasperation.

"No no no. Abstinence!!! My little girl shouldn't ever be touched by any man at all!!!"

"Oh come one, Randy. That's a bit unrealistic. They are turning 18 soon. It was going to happen someday..."

"Mind you're damn business, Gerald! It was probably your son who corrupted her innocent little mind and forced her into it!"

"What?!?!?! I would never do that!!!" Kyle screeched from behind the door.

"Whoa!!! Dad, no, that is not what happened! It was consensual!!! Geez, why would you say that?!"

"Excuse me!!!" Shelia blanched.

"Hey, that is WAY off line, Randy! Who the hell do you think you are to say that. You're daughter is probably the one who seduced him and threw herself at him!!!"

"Throw herself at him?! (Y/N) would never!" Sharon stood in front of you.

"Now who's the one way off line, Gerald? My daughter is too innocent to be like that!"

"Innocent enough to get pregnant?"

"That's it!"

"Hold on! Can't we be civilized about this?!" You tried to intervene, but it fell of dead ears.

"How could you do this, Kyle?! I thought you were my best friend!"

"I am your best friend! It just happened in the spur of the moment. We didn't plan it!"

"Oh please. You were probably waiting for it to happen and took the opportunity to finally do all the perverted things you wanted to her!" Shelley spat at him.

"What? No! What kind of person do you take me for?!"

Soon everyone in the room was yelling over each other trying to out scream the other. You were trying to get everyone to calm down, Kyle was trying to explain that he wasn't a pervert, both of your parents were now fighting each other, and Stan and Shelley were trying to break down the door to kick Kyle's ass.

You were sure the neighbors could hear the commotion and by tomorrow the whole town would know your business.

Your hormones starting taking over and your anxiety took hold of you.

'I'm an idiot! Why did I think of making a game out of this. I ruined everything. This is all my fault! Now Kyle's going to be hated by my family and his family is going to hate me! I'm so stupid. What if they forbid me from ever seeing him again? What if I have to raise the twins by myself? Oh goodness...what if they make me get rid of them?'

You back away from everyone covering your ears trying to fight the tears.

Your thoughts were clouding your judgment and making you start to hyperventilate. You shook and fell to your knees curling into a ball.

'I-I can't do that...I'd never be able to live with myself. What if when I say no, they kick me out of the house? Would they do that? I disappointed them...And Kyle's parents are disappointed in him too. What if we both get kicked out?! What would we do then?!"

You shut your eyes and tried to tune them out. But they were too loud. The voices mingled together into one noise to where you could no longer distinguish who was saying what.

Just as you started to get dizzy, someone removed your hands over your ears and replaced them with headphones.

Suddenly, the yelling stopped. All you could here was calming classical music drowning out everything else.

You slowly looked up to see Ike giving you a worried look. You hadn't realized, he was the only one who didn't get involved in the fight.

Instead, he comforted you and wiped your tears. He smiled awkwardly at you, silently telling you it was okay.

The music and Ike's calming back rubs eased your form. Soon, your breathing slowed and you no longer felt the need to puke.

At least Ike still liked you. Ike had always viewed you as an older sister. In times where Kyle wasn't around and he really needed someone, you were there. When he was being bullied at the park by 6th graders, you were there to kick the crap out of them and scared them off. You supported him just as much as Kyle did. Sometimes, you even helped him when he got in trouble with his parents and stepped in with an alibi about why he had gotten home late.

That's why the pre-teen decided he would support you both now. Because you were always there to back him up. It was his turn to stand up to protect you.

He handed you a tissue and you blew your nose. Once you were calmed enough and your tears were dry he helped you up and sat you down on the couch.

"Thank you, Ike." You sniffed. " You're a great kid." He smiled at you.

"Well, I wouldn't want anything to happen to my big sister and niece/nephew. You are my family, afterall." He stated as a matter of fact.

You shot him a grateful smile. You went to take off the headphones, but he stopped you.

"You might want to keep the headphones on." You tilted your head at him in confusion.

Then, Ike pulled out an airhorn out from his pocket.

What the-Where'd he pull that out from?

{Ike: I materialized it out of thin air thanks to the convenience of fanfiction.

Serenity: Damn it, Ike! Stop breaking the 4th Wall!!!}

Ignoring author-chan, Ike covered his ears as his blow the airhorn.

The loud, awful sound silenced all people in the room as they held their ears in pain.

"Enough!!! Can't you see you're stressing them out?! (Y/N) and Kyle are already stressed as it is. All this fighting isn't going to help anyone. Yeah, they made a mistake. Nothing is going to change the fact that they are having a baby. Or two. So the least we could do its figure out what to do next and support them in any way we can. So why don't we all stop yelling and insulting each other and figure this out?"

"Figure what out!? Kyle-" Ike blew the horn again to inturrupt Stan.

"Oh come on! He-" He blew it again when Randy yelled.

"Ike! You put that-" He blew it again at Shelia.

"You'd better stop-" He inturrupted Gerald.

"Anytime someone yells or begins to argue I'm blowing the horn. Let's all sit down like civilized people and talk this out rationally."

"Rationally?! Why I ought to-" There goes the horn again towards Shelley.

"Will you please stop?!" Sharon covered her ears in pain as she practically begged him.

"I will stop once everyone sits down and calms down." All the adults looked at the 12-year-old menacingly.

Ike proudly stood his ground without wavering in fear at the mean looks he was receiving.

Eventually, they all sat down after a few more honks.

You had to knock on the door and lead Kyle out. You walked in front of him with your arms spread out to protect him as you both sidestepped to the opposite side the room. Neither of you broke eye contact at the pack of wolves who were staring at the two of you like you were their next meal. Ike had to honk the horn a few more times because your dad, brother, and sister nearly pounced on him.

It was a slow process, but you were able to have a proper talk about the situation.

It was a long couple hours.

You and Kyle told your family about the new college plan, your new jobs, and how much money you had already saved.

They were pleased that your scholarships would not go to waste and that you both were already succeeding financially.

You family was impressed at your art skills and how much they had improved. Your father was already making plans on you using your skills to advertise Tegridy Farms™ and making brand made T-shirts. Everyone else in the room rolled their eyes except you who sparkled in excitement to do new projects and get your work out in the public more.

Like Father like Daughter...

After a long scolding from your parents, it was time to go. (You wouldn't let anyone leave until everyone apologized for all the awful things they said and to take them back. Luckily, it helped ease the tension and bad blood).

All in all, everything turned out somewhat okay. Things eventually went back to normal once everyone accepted the reality and forgave each other.

Just as you predicted, your nosy neighbors heard the ruckus and didn't hesitate to tell everyone and their mom about your pregnancy.

This totally pissed off you parents.

At school the next day, the other kids were giving you looks. You still hadn't known that they knew, so you, Kyle, and Stan were confused at all the attention.

Wendy and Cartman, surprisingly, ran up to you three together with Kenny and Bebe trailing behind.

"(Y/N)! Sweetie! Say it's not true!" Wendy gently grabbed your hands in desperation.

"It's not true obviously! Why would anyone want to do that with a Jew? Especially Kyle. Fucking gross man! We all know Kyle is paying (Y/N) to be with him. Don't worry, (Y/n). We know the truth. You're safe, you don't have to pretend anymore."

"Shut the fuck up, Fatass! Nobody's paying anybody. And what are you both even talking about?!" Kyle pushed Cartman off him.

"Mmph mmm Hmm! (Dude, it's all over the school! People are saying (Y/N)'s pregnant!)" Kenny's muffled words had you widening your eyes.

"Is it true, girl? Did you finally lose your innocence? Without telling me? Girl, if you had asked for advice I would've given you a condom!!! Its Sex-Ed 101!!!" Your shocked face quickly morphed into annoyance at Bebe's spiel.

"Whoa whoa whoa!!! What the fuck?!?!?! We literally just found out last night. How did the whole town find out so quickly. Did you tell people before you told your own families?!" Stan glared at the two of you.

"No!!! I didn't tell anyone besides our families! I swear! You guys were the first we told! Unless-"

"I didn't tell anyone else either!!! How the fuck does everyone know?!" Kyle inturrupted you to yell his response.

"O.M.G. It is true!!! Kyle you sly dog!!! Knocking her up so she couldn't leave you. How scandalous!!!" Bebe was way too excited about this new revelation.

"Damn Kyle. You finally let the possessiveness out, huh? Just couldn't let that sweet ass go, huh? You sly son of a bitch." Kenny took off his hood to poke fun at Kyle. He was joking of course. Unlike the others, he knew you two had sex and wasn't suprised . (He was bringing his own date to do the exact same thing, but quickly figured out the spot was taken).

"That is not what I did!" Kyle blushed bright red, ignoring the fact that he did think that thought in the beginning, and Stan gagged.

"Oh, (Y/N)...You poor thing. Kyle, I expected more out of you! How could you?!" Wendy hugged you protectively.

Cartman stepped back in shock when you confirmed the truth. It wasn't until Wendy spoke that he snapped back to reality.

"No...It can't be. NOOO!!!" Cartman dramatically fell to the ground. "We can't have more Jersey Ginger Jews in this town. You sick bastard, Kyle! How dare you take advantage of such an innocent soul! This is it, isn't it?! You're master plan to take over the Skool, no the entire United States!!! You'll force everyone to bow down to you. You're going to force everyone to become dirty Jews and dye their hair red!"

Cartman pushed Wendy out of the way and roughly grabbed your shoulders, scaring the shit out of you. "It's okay, (Y/N)!!! We will save you. The abortion clinic is right down the street, we'll take you there right now and you can have those demons removed out of you."

"Ex-fucking-scuse me?!?!?!" Now you weren't one to curse and get pissed, but Eric calling your children 'demons' and talking about abortion pissed you the fuck off.

"Get the fuck away from her, asshole!!! We already decided we are keeping the twins!!!" Kyle punched Cartman out of the way towards Wendy who punched him again for pushing her and his abortion comment "And why is everyone suggesting this is all my fault and making me the bad guy?!?!?!"

"T-T-Twins???" Cartman's face was bruised from the punches, but it seems the twins comment hit him harder. "They're spreading!!!" Cartman made a huge scene in the hallway flailing his arms. You hid behind a seething Kyle in embarrassment. "Everybody run!!! Save yoursleves!!! They are going to destroy us all!!!"

Poor Butters, who was innocently walking to class, was pulled by the collar and shaken about by Cartman.

"Butters, oh, Butters!!! It's just as I told you before. The Jews. The Jews are taking over. Nowhere is safe!"

"O-oh geez!!!" Now Butters was terrified and panicked. With Cartman's influence, he was probably going to do something crazy and stupid alongside Cartman.

...Can't wait to see this shitshow.

Your pregnancy was the talk of the school. People, who had nothing better to do, talked all about it. Craig's gang come up to confront you guys about it and were shocked at the news. However, compared to your gang, they took it a lot better and even congratulated you both.

It was a nice, refreshing, and normal interaction and you were grateful for it. So that's why you and Kyle (and later Kenny) sat with Craig's gang that lunch period. Away from angry brothers and over-the-top drama kings/queens.

The worst part was when at last period, PC Principle called a suprise assembly. The assembly was all about teen pregnancy and how we should respect and support young mothers. And if they didn't they would, in PC Principle's words, "Get their privilege checked with an asskicking!"

It was super embarrassing. I mean, at least people were more accepting now, so it wasn't completely pointless.

No. What was pointless. Was when PC Principle and Vice Principal Strong Woman pulled you both into their office to talk about teen pregnancy and what to expect.

They reiterated everything your parents and the pregnancy books already told you...

It was an eventful day to say the least.

As the months passed, the chitter chatter died down and graduation came and went.

Your mothers' were even more doting than Kyle was. Strict diet, excersie, and teachings everyday. It was tedious and stressful, yet at the same time you were pampered and spoiled so it wasn't completely awful.

Kyle's family still adored you and were already calling you their daughter-in-law. It was either Kyle or Ike who would have to pull you away from them so they wouldn't smother you with love too much. Not that you minded. Shelia made the best sweets.

You're mother was obsessed with baby clothing and decorated the spare bedroom into a baby's room. Your father on the other hand, wasn't exactly thrilled at the fact his precious little girl was growing up. It took some time until Kyle was able to be In his sights without Randy wanting to strangle him.

Stan and Shelley were even more protective of you now. Surprisingly, it was Shelley who came around to being nice to Kyle first. Shelley and you had some quality sister time and she decided to fully support you and Kyle. Afterall, she knew that if the roles had been switched, you'd have her back. But if he hurt you, she'd kill him and bury his corspe 6ft under. Stan, on the other hand, was still pretty pissed. He felt like Kyle betrayed him. How could Kyle lie to him and take advantage of his own twin? You and Kenny literally dragged him by the ears to get him to talk to Kyle. Stan, eventually, forgave Kyle and things went back to normal.

...Except the fact that Cartman deliberately tried to convince you to get an abortion/try to stage an "accident" where you "unfortunately" lost the twins. To the point where, you couldn't be left alone with him and were now guarded by your gang, the girls, and even Craig's gang stood watch over you. (Come on...It's Cartman. We all know he'd do something like this). He eventually gave up (at least you hoped so) and would now just make snide comments that would piss Kyle off and resulted in a lot of fights.

Wendy, Bebe, Red, Nicole, and Heidi were the most supportive girl group ever. While the last three were shocked at the news, their opinions of you didn't change. They still loved you and had your back. Especially when Cartman or anyone else tried to talk bad.

And then the day finally came.

As you lay on the hospital bed sweating, screaming, and crying in pain; Kyle held your hand through it all. He may have almost passed out a few times, but he stayed strong for those 27 hours of labor.

Your son was born first, then your daughter followed 10 minutes later.

(S/N) and (D/N) Broflovski.

All of the fears, anxiety, and uncertainty Kyle had vanished as soon as he held them in his arms. It wasn't until this moment that he understood why parent's cried after seeing their kids for the first time. They were beautiful and precious and...his.

As he watched your tired frame cradle them in both arms, he felt nothing but love and adoration. He was going to do all he could to protect and care for his family.

And when you both turned 18, he was going to marry you and spend the rest of his days with the woman who blessed his life.

~Fin~

#south park #south park x reader #sp style #kyle broflovski #kyle x reader #south park fanfiction #south park oneshot #teen pregnancy

[bexalert]

Writing stuff!!!

I’m gonna start writing, and anyone can request anything- here’s some things I will or will not write!

I will write:

• reader x character • Poly • darker themes regarding mental health- (Different disorders, SH, panic attacks, etc. Will always have trigger warnings) • romantic and platonic • Queer characters/readers • disabled characters/readers (this includes physical disabilities, neurodivergent people, invisible disabilities, etc.)

What I will NOT write:

• graphic/explicit abuse •NSFW (this could change, but for now I’m keeping it SFW) • noncon/ dubcon (this goes without saying but I’m saying it anyways lmao.) • character x character (this one could also change) • OC x character

SHOWS, MOVIES, OR GAMES I WILL WRITE FOR:

Total Drama

South Park

Teen Titans

Arcane

Sally Face

Miraculous

The Owl House

The Walking Dead

Inuyasha

Fairy Tail

Haikyuu

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventures (parts 1-6)

Seven Deadly Sins

Ouran Highschool Host Club

There’s more I’ll write for, but these were off the top of my head. Feel free to ask about anything!

#new writers on tumblr #x reader #total drama #arcane #teen titans #south park #new author #fanfic #fanfiction

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PART OF THE JOB — p. sh

PAIRING idol park sunghoon x mental care captain reader

SYNOPSIS as a member of a famous kpop boy group, park sunghoon is at the age where his harmones are at their peak. in a fit to calm and satisfy these urges, the company deems you, the head of enhypen's mental care team, as completely capable of soothing him without developing feelings. well, that was the plan.

GENRE(S) smut, mutual pining

WARNING brat!sunghoon, some dialogues/words can be really rude or insulting, sexual content; loss of virginity, dom-sub dynamics (sub!sunghoon x dom!reader), hand job, unprotected vanilla sex.

if you are sensitive to any of these topics, please refrain from reading as I will not entertain any asks that contain your inability when it comes to reading warnings and having common sense.

WC 3k+

NOTE sorry I've been reading too much gojo satoru au's iykyk

you've been working at hybe for quite some time now. soon, after working for a solid year, you were promotwd as the head of enhypen's mental care team that supports and helps deal with the artists' health. having worked in the same company as the famous kpop star park sunghoon for months now as his mental care person, meant that you were familiar with him in every way.

your job is to offer a listening ear to them and provide a rational solution to their problems, one that'd be possible to do as an idol.

many idols have expressed a variety of their concerns and their worries, varying from lack of self esteem to feeling mentally drained— all of which, you were able to provide a solve. so, when enhypen's park sunghoon peeked his head past the entrance of your office door and told you that lately, he feels as if he's sexually frustrated and doesn't know what to do or who to approach but you, you weren't all too surprised.

it's common for adult artists like him who grew up in the spotlight to feel this way. they rarely had the time to explore their sexual fantasies and date when they were teens. the company had a protocol for these types of problems— if the artist comes and tells you about these types of concern, you would bring it to the higher ups and usually, they'd deal with it. but you're only left to rethink that protocol as you sit on the soft mattress inside the vip room that the company had booked for the two of you. the reason? you were to take park sunghoon's virginity.

the room is at the 107th floor of south korea's most well-known five star hotel and only low flying choppers would be able to see through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of your hotel room. it provided you the great view of the horizon with seouls busy night life at the bottom. the shower trickling in the background serving as music while you wait anxiously for sunghoon to finish up.

you don't realise when he finishes, but eventually he does and his calling voice pulls you from your thoughts. "noona?"

you were about to reply, however, as you turn to the direction of his voice, you're stunned to see him standing there shirtless, only a towel wrapped around his torso, covering the nether side of his body. his pecks are prominent and so are his abs. the gleam of the low lighting provide shadows that seem to accentuate sunghoon's abs more. not to mention the fact that he's smirking at you now, watching as your eyes ran down his body. "y-yeah?"

oh, there's one thing you forgot to mention; park "spawn of the devil" sunghoon is— for the lack of better word, a fucking asshole.

"uhm, are we gonna start or...?" he scratches his head, but the pout he unconsciously makes while he pretends to think is so close to adorable, you almost want to punch his face. "you know, they did tell you to teach me, right? come on, noona, I'm not gonna cum by myself. it's the least you can do if you're not going to teach me. there's no pressure if you don't wanna though. I'm good at everything, probably even sex."

you're not even shocked by the nature of his voice anymore. sunghoon has always been like this. his mouth has no filter when the camera is off. he's just a two-faced little bitch that acts all cool and poise in front of his fans. only you know the real him. the most annoying, irritating, and infuriating sides of him? you've seen them all.

chuckling in disbelief at how you've managed to get yourself into this situation, you cross your arms over your chest, comment, "you know, this has got to be the most fucked up thing I've done since being employed."

of course, sunghoon isn't fazed at all by your insults and the fucker even has the audacity to laugh. "don't worry, noona. i think it's a bit weird too." he admits. "why you of all people?"

"but you know," he quirks, smilling at you deviously. "i'll let it slide if you give me a good time."

this fucking virgin—

you swear, only a few words more and your hand and his cheek are going to collide with each other. this man has the audacity to order you around when he's the one asking for a favour.

it's settled, you're going to make park sunghoon cry, and he's going to look so ruined you're going to make sure that by the end of it, sunghoon's face will be covered with pretty tears streaming down his face, skin beat red from exhaustion, from the heat of your bodies, and with snot running across the top of his lips. a pretty portrait of your victory. that'll make this all worth it.

sunghoon doesn't say a thing when your mood changes, an evil and plotting smirk coating your lips, he only looks at you with watchful eyes.

pushing him onto the bed, sunghoon puffs out a huff upon impact and looks at you with menacing eyes. you'll be caught dead if you admit the fact that he actually looks hot.

not even daring to take your eyes away from him, you grip on the hem of your shirt before taking it off in one go. you almost laugh when you hear sunghoon gasp but luckily, you managed to carch yourself— if he hears you, it's going to be another round of his foolish antics to try and save himself from embarrassment.

without a word, you climb up his lap, ghosting your lips on top of his. "you're not the boss tonight, you hear me?" you ask, raising a brow. "you do whatever i say because you're the inexperienced prick who needs my advice."

as if in a trance, sunghoon nods. "for a virgin, you're fucking cocky, you know that? you're so annoying and you're so egotistic i just want to rip that smirk off your face everytime you say shit."

"for a loser like you, you sure talk a lot about how good you’ll be in bed." you spit out and you look do mean and angry that the boy just can't help but submit.

sunghoon almost chokes on a moan when you suddenly grip his hair, continuing your verbal torment on him ans effectively bringing his attention back on you. "you talk like that to other people at work? hm?"

gulping, he answers. but his voice betrays him. "n-no."

sunghoon thought he could stay composed, you're the person he's been picking on for so long after all. it'd be so embarassing if he makes it painfully obvious how much your words affect him but one grind of your hips against his boner turns him to mush and suddenly, all his secret intentions are revealed.

"i'm gonna have so much fun with you."

his long awaited first kiss is stolen by you and despite wanting to rile you up more and cover up his desire, he can't, as the moment your lips touch, sunghoon is diving into you without a second thought.

"m-more..."

perhaps you were mistaken. is this the same sunghoon or was he replaced a few moments ago? where'd the cockiness go? you're not complaining but your definitely going to tease him about it.

petting his hair down, you coo in mockery. "the park sunghoon is asking for more? are you getting all needy for me, sunghoon?"

"fuck you." tease him and he'll spit out insults at you— not that you ever found them offensive though because no matter how hard sunghoon tries to hide it, you already found out his secret. it's true; he's a fucking loser— a virgin at that, who can't control his body when he knows he's going to get pussy.

"are you trynna play hard to get right now?" you chuckle. "being a brat won't get you anywhere, sunghoon. all that talk? it's only going to get you blue balls and punishments."

you don't give him the chance to talk back with lies as you mold your lips together harder, fiercer, with your tongue caressing the sharpness of his teeth. sunghoon doesn't hesitate letting you inside, even offering you a delicate moan. his eyes are half open in bliss and his cheeks are ten times hotter than how they were before. out of pure want, you pinch his ears, smilling into the kiss when you feel the hotness of his body spread even there.

pulling away, sunghoon chases your lips, but can only whine childishly when you duck past his jaw, likely because he wants to keep on kissing you.

what a wimp.

his whines of disapproval gets cut off by himself when you lick a bold stripe down from his collarbone all the way up to his jaw, kissing and sucking on the skin. you take it a step further by spreading your thighs further apart and digging your clothed pussy onto his bulge, making sunghoon scream.

"ah! noona...!" sunghoon whines with head thrown back, allowing you to cover more of his skin with your kisses. eventhough his head faces the ceiling, his eyes are miraculously still focused on you no matter what.

you continue grinding into his pants and each thrust has sunghoon panting with need, falling into the pool of pleasure you've created. he raises his hips up to meet yours, wanting to feel your heat better but the stupid fabric of your pants are preventing him from doing so.

"is it good, hoon?" you're getting cocky and you're all too aware that at this point, you're using sunghoon to satisfy your own needs. it's not about teaching him anymore. it's about getting your revenge and whatever it is you want from him.

though, sunghoon doesn't seem to mind.

"yeah..." he trails off, chest heaving. "it's so fucking good."

clicking your tongue, you raise your hips only to dig them ruthlessly onto his pants, earning a scream-like groan from him.

"you know, sunghoon—"

"call me hoon." he says, butting in.

you roll your eyes before continuing. "you know, sunghoon. i really don't appreciate the way you talk to me."

"you're. so. ungrateful." with each word, you rub yourself on him harder than before.

and his mind spins. sunghoon's body is on fire and if he was any more conscious, he would know that yours is too. you're just as affected by your actions as he is— but he doesn't need to know that.

sunghoon chuckles. "you like it though."

damn it, you spoke too soon. the two-faced bastard fooled you into thinking that he's gone dumb with pleasure— which is partially true in sunghoon's opinion.

irritated, you push him down the bed, his back hitting the mattress. "shut it."

"why?" he asks, the teasing smile on his lips never leaving. "come on, admit it. you like it when i talk like this. you love my mouth."

huffing, you unbotton your pants, taking them off hurriedly along with your underwear in one go. "really? we'll have to try it out next time then, don't we?"

"definitely." he answers before lifting his hips up to help you take his towel off.

there lays sunghoon's dick pretty and erect— you'll never tell him that though, his ego is just going to sky rocket if he finds out you like the way his dick looks, how you can tell just from looking at him that he's heavy and that his dick is thick enough to the point where your thumb and index finger won't meet if you wrap them around him.

"not bad, park." you comment, taking his dick in your hands and pumping it. you press the palm of your hand on his head and sunghoon starts moaning like crazy, body suddenly jolting as bolts of pleasure evade his senses. he tries his hardest to rub the whole of his tip on your hand but he only gets to do so much when you're restricting him by sitting on his lap.

"come on, yn." he moans, eyes begging you to give him more. "i know you think I'm pretty. you don't have to deny it. i know you."

ignoring his latter statement, you commnent on his lack of respect for you instead. "dropping the honorifics now, are we? finally, you're showing your true colors, park."

"i don't think so though. I've been showing you who i am this whole time."

you agree. "that's true."

it's addicting— he's addicting, and you're greedy enough to want to hear him louder, you want him heaving and his voice straining by the end of it. his dick is now coated with his own essence and it quenches the more you rub it. sunghoon is beyond into the pleasure now as his dick just can't stop pouring out precum. his dick is as pretty as it's owner— and so is his voice. the way sunghoon moans and groans put you in an unwanted frenzy.

for a second, you lose your control and let out an amused smile, giving his tip a hard tap. "cute."

shit. the compliment slipped out of nowhere before you could even catch it.

already knowing how sunghoon is going to react, "shut up." you say, trying to avoid looking at his face but at the roof of your eye, you can see the shit-eating grin sunghoon has on his face.

having sex with sunghoon puts him in such a different light. his cockiness and remarks almost seem attractive. the way his chest rises and falls all the while he teases you for complimenting him. if you two were where you were before, you'd be rolling your eyes at him, not wanting to fuck him more.

lining his tip with your pussy, you look at sunghoon and decide that though he's an asshole, you aren't going to be one by just sticking his dick in and using it how you like it. it's his first time not yours. if he was any kinder, you'd actually be careful and soothe him into everything.

but you know sunghoon. he's a big boy. he can take a little roughness. in fact, you're sure that this is what he prefers; he wants to play. he wants to have fun and he's content with this because deep inside, he knows you care.

"so," you prep, running his swollen tip along the valley of your vagina, collecting your juice on the way. "you ready to lose your virginity, pretty boy?"

sunghoon closes his eyes as if he's in pain and you lean forward to caress his arms in concern, thinking that something was wrong when you see him gripping the sheets fiercely. "fuck yes! hurry!"

rolling your eyes at his theatrics, you pinch his arms and he flinches in pain. he smiles with that charming heart throb boyish grin of his— the one that makes your heart flutter.

bitting his lip to contain his giggles, he clarifies. "i'm serious! put it in, please, noona."

you shake your head but comply to his request nonetheless. this boy... what're you doing to me?

as soon as sunghoon's tip gets enveloped inside your walls, sunghoon's mouth hangs open, eyes rolling back just like his head. his brows crash together and you can't seem to take your eyes away from the pure ecstasy painted across his pretty face. never have you seen such a perfect face like his and now, it's become even prettier with the continuous whining for more leaving his mouth.

"s-shit!" he screams and you can see the veins on his neck appear.

realising he's probably experiencing an overwhelming amount of pleasure right now, you lean forward with your chest pressed softly on top of his. your forarm is placed beside sunghoon's head in order to hold yourself up while the other is holding his dick steady as you slowly ease him inside you.

stray tears pool on the ends of sunghoon's eyes before finally falling down across his cheek. out of pure want and care, you kiss the line of stray tears away, comforting him.

"shh, it's okay." you hush, pecking the corner of his mouth. "you're okay. you're almost there, hoon." you cheer on.

you were about to offer him another innocent kiss beside his mouth but sunghoon had other plans. turning his head, he makes it so that your lips clashed at the center of his instead.

"kiss me." shocked, you hear sunghoon's muffled voice due to your lips being pressed against his. "want you to kiss me... please."

choosing to ignore the beating of your heart, you do as he asks and kiss him, effectively helping the boy distract himself from the overwhleming feeling of being encased in your warmth.

as you kiss, you inch sunghoon's length inside your pussy, retracting his cock from time to time in order to help you adjust to his thick girth. once you're finally sitting on his cock, you start moving in small and slow motions, your only objective is to ease him into it before fully giving him your all.

after some time, the greedy bastard starts asking for more. so you comply, not because he told you to— it was because he told you to, but because you were getting impatient and wanted to make yourself feel good already.

"t-that's it." sunghoon stutters, watching the space wherein your bodies connect. "just like that. love the way you bounce on me, noona. makes me feel so hot. i love it so much. you're so good to me...." he babbles on.

sweat trickles down your forehead as you ride his dick. leaning forward, you guide sunghoon's arms towards your chest, cupping your boobs in both hands. sunghoon massages your soft plush skin, wathcing them with his mouth hung open as they jiggle in his palm everytime you bounce on his dick.

"you're turning stupid on me, park." you chuckle, clicking your tongue.

mirroring you, sunghoon grins and answering you as if it was basic knowledge. "of course I'd go stupid. it's you."

there it is again. that weird feeling in your chest that makes your heart skip a beat. you don't know how to feel nor do you know what to say as you're not stupid. you've studied human behaviour and psychology for so long. it's literally your fortè. and to be honest, it doesn't really need a professional to conclude that sunghoon has feelings for you.

or maybe you're completely wrong and not only is sunghoon a complete jack ass but he's also a player.

so you do the only rational thing,you ignore it and keep doing what it is you were meant to be doing; fucking sunghoon, because that's what you're assigned to do. not catch feelings.

"i'm so close, noona." he screams hurriedly, eyes frantically looking at you and his arms snaking hastily to catch your hands, gripping onto them oh so tightly. "come with me, yeah?"

you roll you eyes at him. "so many requests."

"you're supposed to make them come true, aren't you?" he quirks back shakily, trying to get his mind off of coming.

"i'm not your fairy god mother, park." you state in faux annoyance yet you speed you movements up as your orgasm approaches. eventhough you answered his snarky comeback with one of your own, you still do as told.

"i'm not a-asking you to be." his voice stutters, the pleasure building up to the point where his voice starts to quiver. he's so close. one more hard thrust from you and you have him bolting forward, incasing you in his embrace so as to ground himself, screaming as he comes. his body jolts as the waves pool out of him and he grips onto your body tighter, teeth leaving a prominent mark on your shoulder as he bites down on it.

all of it mixed with the feelings of his warm cum painting your wet walls send you over the edge and before you knew it, you were convulsing in his hold, letting out a loud moan that vibrates from your throat.

"i'm not askkng you to be my god fairy or whatever it is you called it." he rolls his eyes, too tired to try to remember but not tired enough to let you go. his mouth is still on your skin and you can feel his saliva coating it but you can't seem to find the will to pull away, actually letting him nibble and suck on your skin as he pleases. "i'm asking you to be mine."

hi lolz im back T^T I realize that I haven't posted a hoon fic in a while— well I do have hoon fics they're just unlisted (don't remind me of them I CANT FIND THE MOTIVATION TO DO THEM AGAIN) but anyways hope you guys enjoy this one. for some reason, hoon reminds me of satoru. like, their personalitiessss they're both somewhat egotistic and they always tease ppl!!!

so ye, that's where I got the character inspo from ♡ don't spoil jjk for me I'm literally refraining from reading the manga just so I don't get any spoilers eventhough I badly wanna know what happens!!!

also, this is unedited :P don't sue me. I'll come back and fix this soon enough.

#💭｡: ﾟ꒰ mirai writes ꒱ ♡ #enhypen #enhypen smut #enhypen sub #sub enhypen #enhypen au #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen hard hours #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen x reader #park sunghoon #park sunghoon imagines #park sunghoon smut #sunghoon smut

[makisoda]

𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 (𝐄𝐖𝐖) !

jjk boys and their icks… because no man is perfect…

jjk boys x implied fem!reader

cw : men being gross, slight nsfw in nanami’s part, very mild misogyny if you squint in megumi’s part, this post was literally just so i could rant kinda

a / n : long time no see… not much to say other than i’ve been busy !!! anyways hope you enjoy :)

yuji itadori - bad grammar

giving him the tamest one tbh because he’s such a sweetheart </3 idk why but i feel like he just has such shitty grammar… like he’s smart ! just not when it comes to grammar. for example, he mixes up his to, too, and two’s, his there’s, and don’t get me started on your vs you’re :/ again he’s the sweetest boy ever ! it’s just the fact he probably failed his lit classes…

megumi fushiguro - “females”…

i was so close to giving this to satoru but i didn’t cause he has shoko to hold him down, megumi on the other hand… look, i don’t think he’d say it in front of girls, but to other dudes, yk ? and i definitely don’t think it’s on purpose to try and be an asshole but it just happens. quickly unlearns it when he says it around maki though.

yuta okkotsu - referring to himself in third person

you guys know how elmo is like, “elmo wants to go to the park,” yeah… yuta does this. and no, it’s not ironically. he definitely thinks it’s cute too and sometimes it is ! but it’s to an extent. like it’s cute the first couple times where he is goes, “yuta loves you,” but then it gets weird and corny when he’s like, “yuta wants to get dinner,” like ermmmm ok…

toge inumaki - fish pics.

as someone who lives in those south i see these OFTEN. for those who don’t know, fish pics are basically when dudes hold up fish they caught while fishing and post pictures of them holding it… i think the main problem with this to me is that a lot of very weird and racist men do it, so that’s why i hate it. anyways i’m 90% sure he has an official art where he’s holding a fish ( i also didn’t know what ick to give him ).

satoru gojo - his height is his whole personality

this shit irks me so bad omg. as someone who’s short ( 5’0 ) and hates seeing other short people make their whole personality their height, it’s even worst when it’s a tall person. satoru is definitely the type to be like, “omg guysss i bumped my head otw hereeee i’m so tallll,” like no you’re just stupid ! he definitely has other icks but this was the main one i could think of… ik he gets on everyone’s nerves.

suguru geto - says “my bad” instead of “im sorry”

another personal one tbh. i hate hate hate when people do this especially if it’s something serious. i remember one time someone pushed me in the mud ( i didn’t fully go on, just my foot ) and i got mud all over my white shoes and they have the audacity to go, “my bad,” like yeah it is your bad lmao. anyways, suguru def does this often especially to shoko. i feel like he’s pretty clumsy and say if shoko’s studying and he knocks over a drink onto her books he’ll say “my bad” and not even attempt to help her clean it up. like dude at least say sorry or something idk ???

nanami kento - calls his dick anything but a dick

“my member” you are grown !!! say dick !!! he does it to be ‘classy’ but like, he is pushing 30 doing this, just say dick. i also think it’s a shame thing ? idk probably hanging out with stsg for most of his teen years rotted his brain so he hates hearing really nasty stuff but he won’t even say penis half the time. like it’s really not that serious nobody wants to call your dick a phallus ( it was also really hard to give him an ick ).

choso - using 🥺 / 🥹

oh BROTHERRRR this one pisses me off. i hate both of those emojis in general but especially when men do it, it’s cornball behavior. like aren’t you supposed to be fighting in wars ? stand up. but i don’t think he has any ill intentions at all, honestly just picks emojis that represent his mood often. however he definitely uses 😂 instead of 😭… sorry choso…

song : ick - lay bankz

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x you #jjk headcanons #jjk hcs #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #yuta okkotsu #inumaki toge #gojo satoru #geto suguru #nanami kento #choso #yuji itadori x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #inumaki x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #nanami kento x reader #choso x reader #makisoda :: jujutsu kaisen !!

[mango-bango-bby]

Could I request platonic dads Izuku and Shoto taking their toddler out for to the park and get’s caught by one of their fans?

♡ Playground ♡

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, characters are aged up, platonic yandere, TodoDeku, parents TodoDeku, toddler!reader, mentions of paparazzi

Summary: Your fathers did their best to keep you hidden from the public but this goes south when a fan recognizes them (Platonic!Yan!Izuku x GN!toodler!reader x Platonic!Yan!Todoroki)

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You loved the park. You lit up at even the idea of going down to the park. You loved the slides, trying to climb up the small rock wall, and your favorite was the swings! Your dads never objected to this though, usually taking days off when the other was working to be with you. Your dads loved taking you to the park though, they loved how you smiled as you played.

Shoto and Izuku sit on a nearby bench watching you collect leaves from the ground in your hands. You run over to your dads, immediately handing off your pile of leaves to Izuku.

“Why, thank you” He chuckles watching you run back onto the playground. “More?” You ask, leaning down to grab more. “No, sweetie, I have enough leaves” He laughs watching you walk over to the slide before pointing up at it.

Shoto gets up, going over to place you on the slide. You were still too young to climb up the ladder onto the slide. “You want papa to catch you?” He asks, placing you at the top of the slide.

They caught you as you got to the end of the slide as they were worried about you landing in the wood chips and accidentally hurting yourself.

You hum, before sliding down giggling as you do so before Izuku catches you. “Shoto?” A girl in her teens calls out, two friends with her. They thought they could let down their guard a bit as the playground was secluded but it seems not. He turns around to face them, Izuku holding you, keeping your face against his shoulder as he leaves to go to the car.

“It’s really you. Can we get a picture?” She asks, star struck by seeing a top pro-hero in real life. “Not today, it’s a bad time” He says flatly, he was never one to be incredibly welcoming to fans. Especially outside of his hours.

Luckily Izuku pulled up at the right time, you peaking up to the window from your car seat. You almost threw a fit about having to leave the park so suddenly but Izuku promised you ice cream. “Uhm, have a nice day” Shoto says to the fans before leaving to get into the car.

They were very serious about protecting your identity so they couldn’t believe they weren’t more careful even if the playground was quiet and secluded. You peak up at the window, waving at the fans as Izuku drives off.

They only hoped that they wouldn’t talk about seeing you with other people. They had seen rumors like that lead to paparazzi being involved and interview questions about their home lifes with other heros.

Perhaps they should get you a playground or play set for the yard, then you would be safer.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

(A/N: I haven’t written for platonic TodoDeku yet so I’m very excited!! I hope you like this, I think it’s pretty cute 🥺🥺 They’d definitely be great dads, even if very protective!)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

#soft yandere #yandere bnha #platonic yandere #yandere todoroki #platonic yandere todoroki #platonic yandere Shoto #yandere shoto x reader #yandere izuku #platonic yandere Izuku #yandere midoriya #platonic yandere midoriya #platonic yandere tododeku #yandere tododeku

[fangirldreams101]

Coming Home pt. 1

DBF! Daryl, Rick, Negan, and Shane x F!Reader

You come to your dad's hometown for college and meet some very very attractive individuals.

TW: None for this chapter (I think?)

pt. 2

Your mom and dad met in college up in Washington and ended up having you as an accident. They tried to create a happy household for you to grow up in but they soon realized that a one night stand was not a good base for a sudden marriage and decided to part ways. While you and your mom stayed up in Washington, your Dad went back down south to his hometown near Atlanta, where you would go and visit him for the summers and holidays. Eventually, it was decided that the trip back and forth was too taxing for you especially for the important high school years, but you wanted to spend college in Georgia so it was decided that your mom would get you for 4 years, and your dad would get you for the next 4. Holidays were shared and you would always call and chat. As unorthodox as this may all sound, you had a great relationship with your parents, so you were excited to spend the time with your dad.

You drove down with all of your stuff for college packed into your car. It was an old piece of junk but your mom was a mechanic so she managed to prolong its life as long as possible. You arrived in your dad's town and decided you should pick up some of his favorite foods as a gift. Pulling into a neighborhood grocery lot, you noticed some shady looking guys leaning against their motorcycles and arguing. Deciding to ignore it, you parked and grabbed a few bags to carry your items in. Spotting one of the arguing men, you took note of his fun vest, angels wings sewn on it. He was rugged looking, and if he wasn't yelling right now, you would have thought he was rather attractive. You didn't pay much attention to the actual words being exchanged, just enjoying the view as you made your way inside the store. After grabbing a couple of things, you made your way to the home supplies aisle, looking to see if they had the wrench your dad mentioned needing in passing on your last phone call.

"Dang, only one left, talk about lucky," you said, dropping it into your cart before continuing to browse.

Suddenly, you see the man in the vest from before make his way around the corner, grumbling under his breath. He stopped a little way from you as you pretended to not pay attention to him, his eyes sharply moving from object to object.

"Where the 'ell is it," he grumbled, "he said it'd be here."

At this point you were pretending to read the back of a glue stick, wanting to watch the ruggedly handsome man for just a little longer. He called a clerk over, and his next words made you perk up.

"'Ey, do ya know if ya have anymore of these wrenches?" He motioned towards the exact spot you grabbed your own from.

"‘m sorry, sir," the teen clerk said, "that was our last one."

"Mind checkin' in the back fer me-" the man began to say before you practically bounded over.

"I'm so sorry," you practically purred, "I couldn't help but overhear about what you needed. Would you like mine?"

You fished out the wrench from your cart and handed it over to the man that caught your eye.

The man looked at you, briefly glancing down subtly before his eyes darted back up, "Ya don' wan' it?"

"No, it's okay," you smile up at him through your lashes, "Seems like you need it a bit more."

“Uh, alrigh'," he stutters under your gaze- you look so young -and he twists the packaging around in his clasp, "I can, uh, get ya sumn for the trouble?"

You perk up even more at the prospect of getting to know him a bit more, "Oh you don't have to!"

"Oh okay then, thank ya," he nodded, turning around and not seeing how your eyes widened that he didn't seem to catch the hint.

"Um! If you'd like to make it up to me, could I have your number?" you decided to make the leap.

You would never have been so bold back in Washington, but everyone was kind of ugly back there anyways. Not to mention that college was supposed to be the time for fun and adventure and the man before you was pretty darn hot. Seemed like too good of an opportunity to pass up.

Daryl Dixon had a damn near heart attack at your words. Such a young, pretty thing like yourself was not only giving him the time of day, but was actively showing interest in him? This had to be some kind of joke Merle put you up to. There was no way someone who looked like you would ever be into someone like him. An old, worn down hillbilly.

"Sorry, kid," he shakes his head, looking at you and trying to ignore the fire that lights in him and the way your lips form a small pout.

He quickly walks away, feeling a blush begin to heat up his ears and he speed walks to the checkout aisle.

"Aw man," you mutter underneath your breath. It was a good shot at least. You also made your way to the checkout aisle after grabbing a few more things, the man that caught your eye nowhere in sight. He must've left already. Such a shame.

Getting back to your car, you made your way to your Dad's house, the earlier rejection from the hot looking man now pushed to the back of your mind. Pulling up to the classic suburban looking house, you spot a familiar looking motorcycle parked in front of the garage. Parking, your notice your dad and the man in the vest from before conversing.

You hop out, carrying your offerings to them, "Hello!"

Your dad spun around with a huge smile on his face, "Sweetheart!"

He bounded over, crushing you in a hug before pulling away, "Why are you carrying so many things? Let me help!"

Your dad picked up some things from your straining arms before seeming to remember his guest, "Oh! Daryl! Let me introduce you to my daughter!"

You gave a coy smile at Daryl, introducing yourself, "Nice to meet you sir.”

Daryl felt his heart drop at the word, 'daughter', "Um, yeah nice to meet you to."

He turned to your dad, "Hey, listen, I just wan'ed to give ya that wrench ya had been hunting for the past few days," he set it down on your dad's workshop table in the garage, "I actually have ta, uh, head on home now. Bye."

Your dad and you watched him scurry away.

"Huh, haven't seen him act like that before," your dad mused, causing a wicked grin to light up your face before dropping it as he turned back to you, "I'll invite him and a few other buds of mine over for dinner some time so you can know who your old man is hanging out with."

"Sounds good," you smiled, thoughts of Daryl running through your mind.

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A Stitch In Time || Prologue

-Bucky Barnes x Daughter!Reader-

Series Masterlist

° Series Summary: A Time Heist mission goes wrong, and some of the Avengers end up in the 1950s. Desperately clinging to their lives, they wind up in a place subconsciously. And unfortunately for Steve, and especially to Bucky, they find themselves face to face with someone they wish not to see.

° Chapter Summary: Worried about how his mission may go, Bucky visits a ‘touchy’ place, and recalls the short life he had with you.

° Date: 7/20

° Rating: Teen

° Word Count: 4,569

° Warning: Talks about death/dying; Reference to Suicide; Guilt; Child Abandonment; Talks of Fertility Issues; Alcohol; Allusions to Depression. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

° A/N: The only excuse I have for taking so long to get this out is because I had an expected mental health break. One that was needed. But I'm back! And I'm slowly updating some of my other stories! So be on the look out for those! Also, let me know if I missed any warnings! Enjoy!

The freshly wetted grass squished underneath his boots with each and every step. His shoulders were slacked, but his wrists were tense as he held the delicate bouquet with both of his hands. He was always nervous to be here, even though he’s done it so many times after finding it, the nervousness never went away. The nausea never stopped too… or the guilt… the fear… the sadness. Nothing ever stopped like he so desperately wanted to. Was this a curse he was stuck with for helping to bring another child into this cruel world?

He reaches the end of his line, just a few short inches away from where his toes could touch the stone; The stone etched with words and numbers that made his heart ache. And when his knees felt weak he lowered himself to the ground, sitting back on his heels. With a bittersweet expression on his features, he removes the old lilies and replaces them with your favorite, pearly white ones. The ones you always smelled like when you came back from playing in the park. Who knew he would miss such a fragrance? 

He takes a deep inhale through his nose, and exhales quietly, gathering his thoughts. “Hey, baby girl. It’s been some… time since I’ve visited. I honestly thought I should wait until your half birthday, but…” He trails off, frowning. “But uh, I’m heading off on another mission tomorrow, a… potentially dangerous one.” He chuckles dryly. “You know the deal with those.”

He pauses like he’s waiting for your answer he knows he won’t get, letting the hot summer wind touch his face and through his chocolate locks. He waited for that as his cue to continue on.

“Uh… so…”

It hurts to even think about it.

“I was just…”

Should he even say it?

“Wondering again if it goes south I can…”

Should he repeat what he always says to your grave?

“Be next to you?”

Another pause, this time it felt more painful. It always hurts to be here. It always hurts to say those words because it wasn’t like he had a death wish, it wasn’t like he was afraid of death, he just… didn’t know if he deserved to be next to you. You were his whole world and he fucked it up. Fucked it up so bad that it makes him more anxious to want to hold you, and hug you, and kiss you, and just talk to you. He loves you. 

He’s loved you since the very beginning.

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Bucky would have fallen back in shock if it wasn’t for the small bundle in his arms. His ex-girlfriend had just said some words that he didn’t need to hear right now. Couldn’t even comprehend it.

No, it wasn’t, ‘Can we get back together? I made a mistake’.

No, It wasn’t, ‘The baby isn’t yours’.

No it was–

“What do you mean you’re leaving?” He asked, disbelief etched in his words. There was also an underlying sense of anger and betrayal, because–

She couldn’t be serious...

Right?

He watched the woman standing in front of him roll her eyes, snatching her purse from his living room’s couch while responding, “I don’t want her. I only had her because you wanted to keep the baby after finding out I was pregnant.”

He nearly doubled over when he heard the disgust in her voice. “So you’re just going to leave?” Bucky asked, seeing his ex now putting on her winter coat. “But our daughter needs a mother figu–”

“YOUR daughter.” His ex snapped, poison on her tongue. “That baby–” She points furiously. “That baby is a spitting image of you. All the way from the shape of her face to the way she smiles. Everything. Which is fine by me, I don’t want someone looking like me out in the world.”

Bucky opened his mouth to speak as he followed her behind as she walked towards the front door. Unfortunately, she beats him to it. “As for a mother figure, you’ve got three sisters and a mom. That baby can pick up skills from them.”

She swings the door open, letting in the cold breeze of February. Snowflakes flew in, sticking to her clothes and curly hair. Bucky immediately stood sideways and drew you as far away as he could from the freezing air.

(Was she trying to freeze you?!)

“Dottie!” He called out from the doorway, stopping her on the porch.

She wasn’t even going to look back at him, wasn’t she? Or even look at you? Did she truly not feel anything?

He doesn’t know why but his voice cracked, and although he and his ex’s relationship was always rocky, and they both knew that whatever was between them wasn’t going to work out, he still doesn’t want her to leave him alone with a one week old.

“Come on…” He continued, quietly. “At least stay for a couple months until I can do this on my own.” His lower lip quivered slightly. “Please?”

He felt you shift a bit in his arms, probably from the weather, and waited for her to turn around…

But she never did.

“Goodbye, James.” Dottie said, before trailing across the snow covered path to the sidewalk. 

Bucky watches her disappear into the night, his feet glued to the floor even when part of his mind told him to run after her. It would be a lie if he said that he didn’t want to go after her, thinking that maybe she’ll change her mind if actually begs, but the mere thought went out the door when you started to get fussy and cry.

Something deep within him kicked in, probably that parental instincts he’s heard about from his own parents, and all his attention was turned to you cradled in a lilac colored blanket.

“Hey…” He whispered, readjust his hold so that he could gently brush their–

No.

That’s officially gone out the window. 

It’s just his daughter. His.

He readjust his hold so that he could gently brush HIS daughter’s cheek. To brush your cheek like a soft paint brush across a canvas. “Hey. Don’t cry.” He says, soothingly.

He makes a soft shushing sound as he closes the front door with his hip, before carefully guiding himself to sit near the fireplace. He lays you cautiously in his lap, almost in awe as he sees your eyes peeking open for the first time.

(Y/E/C) eyes. 

So beautiful like the world itself. He almost wanted to start taking pictures.

Maybe later though.

He chuckles sadly, tears in his own as he brushes your cheeks again. “Don’t cry. Don’t cry, I got you.” He said, smiling down. “I got you, baby girl.”

You cooed quietly, staring back at him with a bit of curiosity. The look you were giving him melted his heart, but it also made him feel like he didn’t deserve any of this.

“I’m sorry…”  He croaks, sniffling. “It looks like it’s just going to be me and you, doll. I’m so sorry. I hope you can forgive me.”

You made the cute sounds that took his breath away again, taking up his whole surroundings. However, if it wasn’t for his military training, he probably wouldn’t have even heard someone tumbling down the stairs. Bucky glances at the living room entrance, finding a certain skinny blond that he called his best friend. He saw his chest move slightly, and could almost hear him panting from here.

“S-Sorry.” Steve exhales, leaning against the door frame. “Your mom sent me down here when we heard everything go quiet.”

Bucky smiled a little. “She got worried?”

Steve copies him with a chuckle.  “Yeah. She wanted to make sure you hadn’t run off with her grandchild.”

The brunette shakes his head. “That sounds like my mother.” He turns his attention back on you, but from the corner of his eye he could see his friend shifting uncomfortably, almost hesitantly, in his spot. His smile grows. “Come here.”

“What?” The blond said, genuinely confused. 

“Come here, Steve. You can see her.”

He stiffens up a bit, looking unsure. “H-Her… A-Are you… are you sure?” Steve asked, pointing towards the stairs in the hallway. “I-I shouldn’t be the one seeing your baby first. Shouldn’t I–”

“Get your ass over here, Rogers.” Bucky said, almost wishing he could free his hand up and drag him by the ear (he was always so timid and too cautious sometimes).

Not even daring to question his best friend’s wish, Steve wandered over and took a seat on the couch next to Bucky. He leans in close, examining the small bundle in the soldier’s arms.

Steve’s big blue eyes lit up with joy. “Wow, Buck. She’s adorable.” He said, as you scrunch up your nose to show off your cute, chubby cheeks.

“She is.” Bucky said, fighting back the stinging sensation in his eyes again. He now wonders…

(Is this what it's going to feel like all the time now?)

After a moment of silence, Bucky threw his friend through another loop. “Wanna hold her?”

Steve held his hands up in defense almost immediately after those words left his tongue. “Oh, no. I shouldn’t.”

“I trust you.” Bucky holds you out a little, a reassuring look on his face.

Steve raises a cautious eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Yes.” Bucky laughs. “I’ll show you.”

Bucky then takes his time showing Steve how to hold you, giving him pointers and readjusting everyone once and awhile until he has you in a good position. The blond’s nerves seemed to vanish into thin air when he started to see that you were looking at him with the same curious eyes you made at your father. Those eyes of yours could melt anyone’s hard shells at this point.

Steve chuckles, and grins as he gets butterflies in his stomach from you. “What’s her name?” He asks, sparing a glance at your dad for a split second. “Did Dottie ever give her one?”

Bucky shakes his head sadly. “No.” He said, his voice feeling rather small at the moment. “No she didn’t. I’m tasked with giving her one.”

“Have you thought of any? I know you were looking through some books a few weeks back.”

“I have and I think…” He takes another good look at you, making sure the name was the right choice. “I was thinking… (Y/N).”

“(Y/N)?” The blond repeats back, testing it out like an echo chamber for his friend who nodded back.

“Yeah. (Y/N).” Bucky tests it out his lips as other names start to form. “(Y/N)... Stevie Barnes.”

He looks up in surprise. “Stevie?” Steve asks in disbelief again. 

Bucky smiles. “Well, I heard Stevie is the girl version of Steve, so…”

“But…” His blue eyes look away again, looking completely torn.

Your father raises an eyebrow over this. “But what?”

“You’re flattering me way too much, Bucky.”

“Am I?” Bucky asked, tilting his head, slightly puzzled.

“Y-Yes!” Steve said, shaking his head. “Y-You can’t– You shouldn’t name your kid after me.”

Now it was his turn to be even more confused. “Why not?”

“Because, I’m– y-you have sisters! Parents. Y-You should name her after them. Not me.”

“But, Steve, you’re my brother. Besides…” Bucky shifted in his seat, knowing what he’ll say next is touchy. “I know… the doctor said you might not be able to have kids so… think of this as me… giving you a small piece of that.”

Silence befell, the subject was something that really hurt Steve when he heard it the first time; Hell, it even hurt his mother who was present at the time. It kind of haunted him for a while because what could he offer to a person who wanted to share his life? 

Steve stares at him for a while before tearing up, laughing quietly and looking away. “Jesus, Bucky. You’re making me cry.”

A chuckle. “Well don’t, ‘cause I’ll start crying again.” Bucky says, making them belly laugh. 

The blond sniffles and tests the name out on his own. “(Y/N) Stevie Barnes.” He looks back down at you, his smile returning fully. “Not bad, Buck.”

Your father looked at him teasingly. “And what’s that supposed to mean, Steven?”

“Nothing.” Steve replies, holding back another laugh as he watches you start to drift back to sleep. “I’m really happy for you, man.”

“Thanks.” 

A few moments more passed before you were carefully placed back in your father’s arms, where all he did was stare back at you as you pulled yourself to sleep. His happy face started to falter, and there was a heavy amount of doubt in his ocean blue orbs. 

“I don’t know what I’m going to do, Steve.” He finally admits before swallowing the lump in his throat. He soon felt his friend’s hand on his leg, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“You don’t have to do this alone, Bucky. You’ve got your family and you’ve got me.” Steve said, honestly. “And you know this. However, don’t doubt yourself, you got this. You’re going to be a great dad.”

Bucky’s lip curled up a bit, not caring that he was about to cry again. “Steve Rogers. The man who always knows what to say.”

“What can I say? I try.” He asked, coping with his expression.

“And you think I’ll be great? Even with me being a soldier and everything else that comes with it?” Your father asked, doubt was still just lingering on the surface no matter what he did.

Steve gives another gentle squeeze. “I know you’ll be great. I know you’ll do anything to make sure she’ll be okay. So don’t worry too much, okay? (Y/N)’s going to be lucky she has you.”

Bucky hums, truly grateful for a friend like him. 

And without an ounce of hesitation, he bends down slowly and kisses your sleeping forehead. 

“I already loved you so much, (Y/N). I hope you realize that.” He whispers, lovingly. “And I’ll do anything to make sure you’re safe.”

He swears at that moment he saw you smile.

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Bucky brushed his flesh fingers against the words in the stone, tracing your name and important dates. February 23rd, 1936. A snowy, snowy day. Cool and crisp. Although he had to wait and wait until you were a week old to hold you, a week old to realize he was on his own, a week to realize that he truly loved you. No upcoming birthday surprises could top this one. But if he loved you so much then…

Why were you cursed to be underground?

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

When Bucky got back home to his apartment, he found himself subconsciously grabbing the bottle of scotch in his cabinet. Although he knew he couldn’t technically get drunk, the feeling he got after a couple glasses was close enough. Sometimes… he liked the quietness in his home, the time to relax, untouched and left alone to be himself; But most of the time, after so many years of being alone in his head, he loathes being alone. Friends and family were everything to him growing up. You were everything to him growing up. 

He still wonders what it would be like if you were here, running around, asking him twenty questions, painting his toes, etcetera. He always wondered what you were like when you got older, the side of you he never got to see. He always wondered what those short years did for you.

Why did he have to get taken from you so soon?

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You dove around your grandparents and aunts’ legs as you made your way out of the house, ignoring how your father’s duffle bag, that subconsciously you hated, was laying on the porch steps. You stumble around a bit on your five year old legs, before finding the person you wanted to see. 

“Uncle Steve!!!” You yelled, throwing your arms up.

“Hey, Pumpkin.” He said, teasingly. He wastes no time to scoop you up, and carefully holds you close to him (it’s been years and he’s still afraid he’ll drop you). “Have you gotten smaller?”

You scrunched up your nose at him, shaking your head. “No.” You giggled at the silly nickname, and it all was because you were pocket size.

“No?” Steve said, tilting his head, all cocky. “Are you sure?”

You giggled again. “Yes.”

He grins. “Just checking.”

A sigh came from inside, before the two of you saw your father exiting his parents house, all dressed in his neatly ironed uniform. He looked miserable as he gazed at his bag on the porch.

“Ready?” Steve asked, readjusting his hold on you as he frowned himself.

“Unfortunately.” Bucky mumbled, not ready for what’s yet to come. However, when he faces you his whole expression changes for the better. “And there’s my little girl!”

“Papa!” You yelled, holding your arms out. He takes you in his arms, hugging you gently. “Are you leaving, Papa?”

“Oh, baby doll, I am.” He said, pulling back to look at you. “But don’t worry, I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He taps your nose. “Okay?”

You nodded slowly and smiled. “Okay!”

“Good.” He gives you a big kiss on your head, before peppering your face with some more making you laugh. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you, too, Papa.”

“I love you more.”

He gives you one more kiss and one more hug before transferring you over back to Steve. They both give each other a strong hug and pat on the back, smiling bittersweetly.

“Be safe, Bucky.” Steve said, trying to hide his concern.

“I will. You too. The both of you.” Bucky said, grabbing his bag and making sure his voice was stern.

“We will. I’ll keep an eye on her.”

“Thank you, Steve.” 

He bid them goodbye, and you and Steve watched him walk down the path to the military jeep parked nearby. It was chilling almost to watch, and your five year old mind couldn’t quite comprehend the heavy feeling you felt underneath the surface.

“Uncle Steve?” You asked, prying his eyes away from the moving vehicle. 

“Yeah?” He said, softly.

You looked at him all puzzled, something wasn’t adding up. “I thought you told me you were going with him?” You swear he mentioned something like that to you yesterday. Right?

His eyes look away from you, almost like he was recollecting himself before giving you his answer. “I am. But not yet.” He replies, honestly. His orbs finally meet yours again. “Not until I know you're okay.”

“Really?” You asked, tilting your head to the side with curiosity.

“Sure am.” He smiles once more. “Now, what do you want to do? You want to see what Grandpa and Grandma are doing?”

Your eyes light up at their names. “Yes!!!” 

He laughs at your enthusiasm. “Okay, okay. Let’s go see them.”

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Bucky throws a bottle of scotch across the room, shattering somewhere. He didn’t care though. It’s not like he even batted an eye.

Five years old. 

That was it.

That’s the last time he ever saw you.

And that hurt like a bitch.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

He doesn’t know when…

But everything suddenly just…

Clicked.

Memories of his flooded in like a broken dam. He starts to recall who he was before and after the fall. Before and after the war. Before and after everything. So as he made his way to Siberia with his friend, Steve, he remembers something that was like a knife to his heart.

“I have a daughter.” Bucky said abruptly, cutting Steve off.

When he was on the run after the helicarriers fell, he remembers his time growing up in the early 1900s. The (multiple) times he saved his best friend’s ass from being picked on, or the way he took his younger siblings to the park, or helping his mother bake, or fixing the car with his dad. But there were a few memories he was confused by for a long time.

First he only heard little laughs, or someone trying to sing a child’s song. Then he saw little toys and dresses. Then he saw a little face with big, wondrous eyes. It didn’t take him long to realize who she was.

He met with his friend’s eyes quickly, almost getting choked up by an emotion that had been under lock and key for so long. “...I have a daughter… don’t I?”

Steve, who seemed taken back by his sudden string of words, opens and closes his mouth a few times, before settling his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Yes, Bucky. You do.”

Bucky looked away, the confirmation sending his mind spiraling again, and the Captain could tell. He decides to approach this carefully since he knows his friend isn’t hundred percent in his right mind yet.

“Do you remember her?” Steve asked, watching him nod slowly. “What do you remember?”

Bucky thinks long and hard about this. What did he remember about you?

“Uh… I remember she was tiny… always tiny.” He chuckles quietly, making Steve smile. “She uh… had um… (Y/H/C) hair that was kind of wavy when she got older. Um… big, bright (Y/E/C) eyes. She… she um… smiled a lot… I think?”

“Yeah, she did Buck. All the time.” Steve said, patting his shoulder gently as he could see the joy it was bringing to his friend.

Bucky laughs again. “Uh… you used to call her by a weird nickname. What was it? Uh…” He purses his lips. “Po… Potato?”

Now it was the blond’s turn to laugh. “N-No. No. Close… Starts with a P, though.”

“Um…” His eyes light a spark. “Oh. Yeah. I remember now. We took her to her first Halloween pumpkin patch when I could hold in one hand because she was so tiny.”

“Yep. That’s what I called her.” He says with a nod. “Your Ma tried to dress her up like one.”

“Oh, yeah, she did.”

And then it got quiet, and Steve saw the bright light in his friend’s eyes go out when the wheels started to turn again. He held his breath, knowing what he was recalling next.

Bucky swayed on the balls of his feet a bit, looking at the floor. “She was five the last time I saw her.” He says, bittersweetly. “I remember, the night before, I took her to Coney Island, and we just played games and ate until our bellies ached. I got her a stuffed bear on the ring toss…”

Steve squeezed his shoulder, trying to give him some comfort because he knew there was no stopping any memories of you.

“She was with you when I left. I gave her hugs, and kisses and…” His voice starts to break. “I love you’s…. Um…”

“Bucky–” Steve begins, hating how hurt he looked.

“Steve. W-Was that last time you saw h-her too?”

Steve closed his mouth, thinking to himself. He couldn’t lie. He was a terrible liar which the brunette always sees through. So what was the point of even trying?

Cap shakes his head. “No. I saw her when she was nine. ‘Bout to be nine.”

“N-Nine?” Bucky asked, just above a whisper. “W-Why?”

“Um…” He swallows. “I had to…. I had to tell your family about, you know… the train… and you.”

The Soldier went distant. “O-Oh…”

“I wanted to make sure I was the one to tell them.” 

“Oh…” Bucky started to get teary eyed. “D-Did you tell her?"

Steve held his breath again. It was like his mind started to relive that day.

You looked so happy to see him, but he watched that expression vanish when you saw his sadden face. It hurts to take you by the hand and into your room. It hurts to see how you’ve grown, and to think he got to see it and not your dad made the situation a whole lot worse.

He wanted to lie and tell you your dad was hurt. 

He wanted to lie and tell you your dad was still at war and won’t be home for a while.

He wanted to lie and say everything was going to be okay.

But he couldn’t, and felt like it was his duty to tell you what happened to your father, to his best friend.

He knew if the situation was reversed, Bucky would be doing the very same thing now.

And when he did tell you, he hated how you kept on denying it. You called him a liar, and god he wished he was.

“I-I did…” He said, feeling his eyes sting as well. 

Bucky jaw clenches. “A-And?”

Steve looks away for a second. “She cried for three hours.”

“O-Oh…” Bucky looks away too. “I always h-hated when s-she cries.”

With his hand still on the brunette shoulder, he gave him another comforting squeeze. “She…” Cap chokes, his memories flooding in all at once. “S-She um… she gave me her blanket, the one that she came home with. She um, wanted me… to promise to come back to her. But um… I failed at that, I guess.”

Bucky frowns. “Steve–"

“I tried finding her, Buck.” He finally looks at him. “When I came out of the ice, SHIELD managed to give me some of my things from the war. I kept the blanket in my chest, so… I tried finding her, because I didn’t want to break that promise to (Y/N), but…”

“You didn’t find anything?”

Steve shakes his head. “Not exactly.” He whispers, exhaling shaky. 

“Not exactly?” Bucky asked, wanting an answer. “What does that mean?”

Now it was Steve’s turn to look all messed up. Especially since he couldn’t make eye contact again. He swallows a lump in his throat and says, “I’m so sorry, Bucky…”

“Sorry about what?” Bucky couldn’t understand what was happening and it was honestly starting to scare him. “What are you sorry about?”

“(Y/N)...” He sighs quietly, and forces himself to look in his best friend’s eyes. “Pneumonia. She, uh… got pneumonia in ‘54 and passed.” 

Now the knife has dug deeper, chilling his bones too. “She’s dead?” He said, barely audible. 

“Yeah. She’s dead.” The Captain replies, dispirit. “I found the spot where she’s buried. I can take you there if you–”

“Thank you, Steve.” The soldier says, ignoring the blond’s confused state. “I mean it. You were always so good to her, and to think you never stopped looking after all this time means A LOT to me. Do you understand? You helped my daughter when she was at her lowest, and you even found her for me. I thank you for that.”

Steve smiles bittersweetly. “No need to. I said I’ll always be there for the both of you.”

Bucky returns the gesture. “As will I.”

“Now, let’s finish this, shall we?”

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“-Bucky.” Steve says, touching his shoulder and getting a small jolt from the man. Surprised eyes fell on him as he returned with concerned ones. “You ready?”

“Uh…” Bucky looked around quickly, remembering it was standing in the locker room changing. He didn’t even realize he had zoned out. “Y-Yeah.” He said, zipping up the front of his Quantum Suit. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

Steve tilts his head, the worriedness never vanishing. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “Let’s get this mission completed.”

And those were the words that would change -everything-.

(TBC)

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“Person of Interest” - Beau Arlen x Reader

Part 3 (Final) of the “Guardian of the Gulch” Series (Read Part 1 Here, Read Part 2 Here)

Rating Teen

Beau Arlen x Reader 

Tags: Fluff and Flirting, First Kiss (Finally! Get it Beau!)

Word Count: 2300

There's a new sheriff in town. And he just so happens to have parked his RV in your campgrounds. What's a park ranger to do with all that Texas charm strutting around on a fine pair of bow legs?

I'm participating in @jacklesversebingo and this part will fill my "Anonymous Gifts/Flowers" square.

Writing about Beau for the first time was so much fun. He's got such a sweet, gentle, charming, goofy way about him on the show. I am at least making sure in my story that Beau gets his kiss. (I have also been asked by a friend to maybe have a little "Big Sky After Dark" epilogue at some point. Will see.) I've gotten a lot of inspiration from my bingo card. Thoroughly enjoyed participating and hope to mark off every square... at some point.

Also, diving into Helena history for this date I came a lot of interesting facts and fun places along Last Chance Gulch Street.

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Since you’d asked Beau out on a date - apparently, that was news to you - it was also up to you to pick the when and where. That was how he'd left it that night around the fire, anyway, with a wink and a smile. 

It had been a busy few days after the fourth of July for the both of you. But, you’d settled on a Sunday evening, crossing fingers there were no abductions or bank robberies.

There was never a dull moment in Helena.

You’d decided on a time and place. The plan was to meet at The Windbag Saloon and Grill. You sat at the bar, sipping your Huckleberry Mule.

Your eyes dart to the door every time it swishes open. When you finally spot him entering, a sharp inhale steadies you. The nerves that wound you up all day threaten to release fast enough to spin you like a top upon the stool.

His gaze skates over the scene once, twice. The double-take and zoning in on your face when he clocks you forces you to exhale. You wish it didn’t sound like a frightened puppy. Thank goodness he can’t hear it. Recollection fills his face, and that sunbeam smile melts you.

He takes the stroll over. You internally confirmed sitting at the farthest end of the bar was the right decision. It gives you ample time to enjoy the view of the sheriff and prepare to be devastated by all that handsome up close. 

He has a full, bouncy head of hair you’d kill for. Scratch that. You’d kill to run your fingers through it. His denim jacket with a fleece collar and hints of the warm and fuzzy liner has you imagining him offering it to you on a chilly walk. You only want to get a better look at the broad shoulders and chest underneath. The shine of his silver belt buckle directs you further south for probably a second longer than would have been appropriate to stare.

You sip a little more liquid courage.

“Did I get the time wrong?” he asks, confused and already looking apologetic when he meets you at the bar. He strums a few fingers on the countertop.

“Nope.” With a head shake, you offer the adjacent stool with an outstretched hand. “I was extra early. And you were early.”

He sighs and slides in beside you. “If you’re early, you’re on time. That’s what I was taught, anyway.”

“Slow day at the office?” you ask.

The bartender drops a coaster and a napkin in front of Beau and asks what he’s having. He requests a beer, then returns to your question in a flash. “Not particularly. Why do you ask?”

You decide to try the all-knowing approach. “You had time to have flowers delivered to Linda Devonshire.”

The caught-off-guard smirk gives him away. “Me? Flowers to Linda?” He tuts. “Why would I send flowers to a married woman?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Probably because you were as ecstatic as everyone else in the park, knowing she was packing up and heading back home. I’ll bet you had the date circled on your calendar.” You spin in the seat a fraction. Inadvertently, you swish a knee over his denim-covered thigh while attempting to cross your legs.

He reacts a fraction to the touch, staring at the floor between you. His lips purse, and his brows lower. “Well, being as happy as the rest of those in Black Sandy State Park is not enough motive to suspect I’m the one that sent the flowers. Not very good detective work. Need a little more proof to convict.”

“Hm.” You shrug and wait for him to prod you more for your reasoning.

Instead, he licks his lips and smiles. “I didn’t recognize you dressed as a civilian.”

You straighten up and toss the hair back over your shoulder dramatically. “Didn’t think I could clean up this well?”

He shakes his head, all serious. “Nah. I just didn’t think you could get any prettier.”

That shuts you up.

~

“Yellowfin?” The server asks the both of you, now at a table after finishing your first round of drinks at the bar.

Your hand raises.

After the sandwich plate lands in front of you, the server confirms to Beau, “And the Vigilante for you?”

Beau nods, rubbing hands together, taking in the contents of his meal with high brows. “Yes, indeed.”

“Anything else right now?”

Beau points to you in wait, but you shake your head.

“All good for now, thanks,” he answers.

You groan, looking at Beau’s burger. “There is so much going on over there.”

He lifts the bun. “Yeah. Candied jalapenos. Grilled ham and onions. An over-easy egg.”

“Not to mention the half-pound of beef underneath all that.”

He resituates the bun and wiggles it in place. “Don’t forget the huckleberry barbecue sauce. I may regret it later. Worth it.”

You laugh. “I hope so, for your sake. Otherwise, this may be a pretty early night.”

He chuckles. “I don’t think anything could mess up tonight. Even my poor menu choices.”

The certainty in his voice makes you smile. “Kind of surprising you haven’t stumbled onto this spot yet since you’ve been in town. Considering how close it is to the sheriff’s office.”

“Well, the Boot Heel is where I usually end up with Hoyt and Cassie.”

You nod. “There’s a lot of history along Last Chance Gulch Street. Worth checking out and getting acquainted. Being the new sheriff in town and all.” You bite into a french fry.

“Hey, I did some research.” He clamps his large, beefy hands around the large, beefy burger. “This street was between a bunch of mining claims, where a lot of gold prospectors got rich.” He nods and confirms, “Give me a second with this, if you don’t mind?”

You laugh and wave both hands in permission. “Of course.”

He bites down and chews. Eyes close. Deep in thought. “Oh, yeah,” he mumbles around the burger. “This was the worst idea in the best way.”

“Take it easy there.” You try to jest. Truthfully, you wouldn’t mind sitting back and enjoying the show.

He swallows and sips on his second beer. “Man, it’s good I walked ten minutes from the office. I’m gonna need fresh air to clear my head and some exercise after all this.”

“Maybe I can interest you in a little walk down Last Chance Gulch after this.” Your suggestion raises his cheeks with a grin. You add, “History lesson and all that to accompany your calorie burning.”

“I’d like that.” He dabs the barbecue sauce off the corner of his mouth. He thumbs towards the outside of the restaurant. “Know who the lady is on The Windbag sign?”

“Oh, that’d be ‘Big Dorothy’.”

“Big Dorothy, huh? She the original owner?”

“Not of the saloon. She ran a business on these premises. Got closed down in 1973.” You sample your sandwich and watch Beau enjoy another bite of his burger. You wait until he’s thoroughly invested in the act, swallow, and then continue. “It was a brothel.”

His face stills in mid-chew.

You giggle.

He exaggerates his munching for a few seconds more.

“The place was called ‘Dorothy’s Rooms’. She was actually very well respected in Helena. Donated to lots of charities, and then the police had to go and raid her establishment and shut it all down. You may wanna tread lightly, Sheriff. Dorothy’s ghost might not appreciate your kind under her roof.”

“Noted.” He clears his throat.

~

Your guided walking tour doesn’t have the intended effect of calorie burning. Instead, you sit with Beau in a green wooden booth at The Parrot Confectionery. You’re splitting a Parrot Special Sundae.

“Oh, man.” Beau indulges in his first spoonful. It’s wondrous to behold how much enjoyment the man has with his food. 

The evening has been filled with light and easy conversation to start. Lots of laughter mixed with information gathering from both of you as the date wore on. You spill about your life, years back, out west. You aren’t ready to divulge much about the relationship you left behind except the marriage had not worked out as expected. Beau’s a bit guarded as well with specific details. Something had happened on the job, though, in Houston. Something alarming enough to have him quit the force. And you think it might be one of the reasons he was now divorced.

Beau’s eyes sparkle. “I’ll have to take Em here.”

You nod. “Definitely.” He lights up every time he talks about his daughter. It’s sweet and makes him even more endearing. It almost makes you feel bad thinking naughty thoughts as his tongue laboriously licks the fudge off his spoon.

“Gotta say, darlin’, it feels like you’ve given me the key to the city tonight.”

“And plenty of indigestion.”

“I told ya. Worth it,” he insists. It’s his turn to watch you eat a few spoonfuls. You focus on the strawberry scoop. He seems to gravitate toward the huckleberry flavor and completely avoid the split banana underneath it all.

“Well, we could walk a little more to the end of the street after this,” you suggest. “I mean, the old fire tower is down that way. But you’ve gotta know about that. Impossible to miss.”

“Oh, yeah, I know all about the Guardian of the Gulch.”

You smile. “Did I forget to mention that Linda Devonshire dropped off the flowers she got to the ranger’s office before she left?”

The spoon Beau is holding clinks the sundae bowl. “You did forget to mention that.”

You swirl your spoon in the vanilla. “Well, she thanked us and said the flowers would probably hold up better staying with us than the trek back home. And she also read the note aloud to see if we had any idea who the anonymous sender was.”

Beau sighs. “Of course she did.”

You tap a finger on your chin. “What was it exactly? Oh, yes. The note said, ‘Thank you for your excellent matchmaking skills. ~ a Guardian of the Gulch’. She was completely perplexed by it. Said she hadn’t gone out of her way to coordinate any dates or encounters in Helena. Didn’t know anyone well enough for that. But we did get to hear about how she’s introduced about a dozen people to their current spouses in her home state.”

Beau lifts both shoulders. A sheepish smile forms. “If it hadn’t been for Linda’s complaints, I might not have gotten all those chances to get to know you a little better. And we wouldn’t be sitting here now.”

“This all sounds very silver lining thinking.”

“I try. On occasion.”

~

You roll into a parking spot in the lot behind the Sheriff’s office, engine idling. Beau’s in the passenger seat.

“Well, I hope I didn’t keep you out too late.” He leans into the backrest. A couple of creaks emit from his spine. “I appreciate you walking with me up and down Last Chance Gulch after dessert. Between the beer and the beef and the banana split, every step counts.”

You smile. “This was nice. We should do it again sometime.” He opens his mouth, but you cut him off, “I know, you accept.”

The warmth of his fingers gliding over yours, gripping the steering wheel, tingles your skin. Half in the night’s shadow, his face scolds with scrunched lips and slitted lids. “Give a man a chance to ask you out properly, would ya?”

You laugh to soothe your nerves. “I didn’t realize I’d asked you out again. Hell, I didn’t realize I’d asked you out the first time.”

He tilts his head. “I may have pulled the trigger on that one. Guess I’m finding it hard to be patient when it comes to…” He trails off, quiets, and looks serious. You realize he’s staring at your mouth.

“Sheriff!”

You both flinch in your seats. Deputy Poppernak is heading towards the passenger side of your car. Beau straightens, and you oblige the greeting and roll down his window.

“Hey, Poptop.” Beau razzes.

“Thought you’d left hours ago.” Poppernak halts five feet from the car, spots you, and waves. “How’s things going, Ranger?”

“Just fine, Deputy. How about you?” you ask.

“Can’t complain. Done for the day after a lot of paperwork. Headin’ home.”

The three of you nod in unison for an uncomfortably long amount of time.

“Okay.” Poppernak offers a friendly salute. “Night.”

You watch the deputy hop into a family van and drive off rather quickly.

“Well,” Beau sighs, “this is gonna be all over the office in the morning.”

“This?” you question. Beau eyes you. “How do you think they’re gonna classify this?”

He smiles. “Well, I guess this would be me spending some time with a person of interest. And actually, I think I’m gonna need to spend a lot more time with this person of interest. So, would you give me the pleasure of taking you out on another date, darlin’?”

All you can do is nod. His mossy green eyes sparkle. Cool fingertips round the shell of your ear. You shiver as he traces your jawline, moving in to close the gap. And then, nothing but you breathing in his warmth as he exhales softly into the kiss. It’s gentle and careful. But he tests how your lips fit and press against each other from a few angles. He settles for a spell and feasts on your mouth.

He pulls away. His fingers trail from your chin after a sweet pinch. “Are you free next weekend?”

You nod, dazed.

He grins. “Good. I’ll pick you up at your place if you’re comfortable with that?”

You nod again.

“Thank you for the ride.” He hops out of the car and closes the door with a soft click. Leaning into the still-open window he leaves you with, “Be careful headin’ home.”

“You too, Beau.”

He smiles from ear to ear, taps the window sill, and walks to his jeep. You can’t help but wait until he slides into the driver’s seat and gives you a wave. You shift into drive and leave the lot.

You can’t remember much of the actual ride home. Your mind is filled only with thoughts of Sheriff Beau Arlen. They make you smile. Hum along to the radio. You’re light as a feather and full of hope for what’s to come.

All because of a Guardian of the Gulch.

~ The End ~

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Crush

Pairings: Jimmy Valmer x reader

Pronouns: They/them. GN

Warnings: None!

Notes: JIMMY HAS GAME???

Summary: You've crushed on Jimmy for a while, but have never admitted it.

Word Count: 1,170

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There he was. Standing in front of you, the short brown hair that shines in the sun perfectly, being ruffled by another hand. Those hazel eyes that you could get lost in forever, like an entire forest. That chiseled jawline, those perfect teeth, those slightly pink cheeks. The body that you just wished you'd see more often. But here we are, a week before school ends for summer, and you still haven't even talked to him.

Jimmy Valmer, your crush since 4th grade. Well, you both were now in 10th grade. About to be in 11th, and still have yet to confess. To be fair, you had many opportunities, you just never took them.

~Flashback~

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"Hey, sweeth-h-h-heart.. "

"Oh! Hey Jimmy."

Feeling your cheeks heat up, you adjusted the scarf on your neck, covering your red nose.

"Have you s-s-seen C-Clyde?"

"Not recently, no."

"Well if you d-do, just tell me, beautiful."

The way your crush pretty much effortlessly said that sentence, made you swoon. Nobody ever thought less of Jimmy when he stuttered, or for the fact he used crutches, but when he did speak to someone with no issue, you did think it was hot as hell.

~End of flashback~

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"-N. Y/N!"

Jumping out of your trance, you looked up at the pair of boys sitting in front of you.

"Kyle! Stan! Hey!"

"Hello, Y/N."

The warm smile the curly haired ginger gave made you smile too, his dimples and freckles could light up anyone's day, so of course it lit up yours.

Along with Kyle, there was his best friend, or, as everyone else saw it, crush. Stan had bleached his hair, but along with bleaching it, he never washed it. Thank the gods of South Park for that ugly blue beanie he wears.

"Hey, Babe!"

Stan did his stupid giggle, closing his eyes as he puckers his lips towards you. Everyone had their friend group wife or husband, and yours, was Stan. (Even though we all know Stan is Kyle's)

"There's my favorite husband."

You did your stupid giggle as well, leaning in so your lips almost touched,but didn't, seeing the twitch in Kyle's eye.

"Ahem."

The two of you snapped your heads to Kyle, backing away from each other, as the ginger pushed his glasses up.

"We heard that Jimmy wants to talk to you after school, Y/N. Isn't that nice?"

"Really!?"

Like a puppy, your eyes lit up at the sound of Jimmy's name.

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Clyde's hand ran through his hair, smoothing out his brown locks, seeing as Jimmy struggled to do it himself.

"Th-th-thanks, Man."

He responded, acting like he hadn't been staring at the best looking person in South Park High. From their lips, to their hair, to their body, and even their laugh. They were perfect.

"Course, Bro."

"Dude, stop staring!"

Tolkien's voice filled his ears, as the teen slapped his shoulder lightly, laughing at the brown hairs problem.

"Tolkien, I c-c-can't! They're literally puh-perfect."

"And you haven't asked them out why?"

Jimmy deadpanned Clyde.

"Y know what? F-f-fuck it. I've been crushing for way too lo-lo-ng!"

He waved his hand to Craig, who then waved to Tweek, who couldn't keep his mouth shut, spewing to Kenny, and of course, Kenny told Stan which turned into Kyle knowing. Whatever you tell someone, it always makes its way around.

Jimmy watches as you excitedly light up, hearing that he wants to talk to you, already knowing he'd have you by the end of the day. Sure it was cocky, but was he wrong? It wasn't like he was being an ass, if only you would glance at him. A smile so soft it could cushion a fall.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ.:*⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆*⋆.*:･ﾟ

The day was slow, as would a usual day in this hell of a school. The teachers didn't care about the students, so many fights it wasn't even entertaining, but annoying at most, and gossip spread so fast it could be named a disease.

Worst thing currently, usually the best thing, was Jimmy Valmer. You shared almost every class. Except for one, which you and Kyle in, so that was a nice break. Staring at him made your stomach turn. In a good way, but also a bad one.

You couldn't help but wonder if being with him was the best idea, I mean, you had only been with a few guys before. Along with one or two girls, but that doesn't matter right now.

Jimmy was a great guy, sure, but would it work out? You're a nice person, you're kind, help others, get good grades, and have good friends. Jimmy is almost the same. Nice, funny, kind, smart when he actually puts effort, and has pretty good friends.

They always say opposites attract. That was always your mindset. But what if you weren't opposites?

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ.:*⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆*⋆.*:･ﾟ

Your earbuds played your favorite song, as you sat outside, a notebook in hand, drawing some girl you saw that was drop dead gorgeous.

"Y/N?"

That voice. That voice that made you smile as soon as you heard it. The earbuds in your ears fell to your side, as you looked up at Jimmy.

"Hola,"

You started, giggling quietly as you moved your feet for the teen to sit in front of you. The current position leaning against the outside of the school, sitting on the low garden wall that was always filled with snow.

"What can I do for ya?"

"L-l-l-let m-m… "

Jimmy trailed off. It seemed being nervous really messed with his stuttering even more. He cleared his throat, chuckling as he set his crutches to the ground.

"L-Let.e t-t-take you out."

And before you knew it, your cheeks heated up, and your eyes widened.

"Pardon?"

"I know I st-st-stuttered, but I'll still say this, Did I stutter, d-d-dove?"

"Uh-"

He chuckled once more, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek, with a loving gaze to match the soft smile.

"Well?"

"I- uhm- uh, su- fuck, uh.. "

"I-i-ill take that as a y-y-yes."

You just nodded, watching as Jimmy pulled his hand away, resting at his lap.

"I've crushed on you for literal years, Jim."

And for once, you saw his adorable cheeks grow pink.

"Is that s-so?"

"Yep."

"Then I guess it's not a crush anymore. We're dating."

You chuckled as your ex crush said those words. No longer will you have to dream of giving the boy a kiss, because you're pretty sure in a few dates, it'll happen.

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