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cloveroctobers · 5 months

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DECEMBER PROMPTS 🧊 — 4. NERON “CREEPER” VARGAS

A/N: idea inspired by a required outing for me and encouraged by @darqchilddaydreamz 🤭 this is so unserious but not at the same time? I also don’t like how I learned to appreciate creeper after the fact? This is my first time ever writing for the man with a heart of gold. Smh. Him and Coco deserved better and in AU…Creeper & Coco would be the true besties. This is also somewhat that. Enjoy!

Synopsis: As a pizza chef you’re bound to keep your house just as stocked as your restaurant. However with a ice storm heading your way in two days…you persuade your husband, Neron to take you to the store to grab just a few extra things but soon find yourself in a battle with another shopper, who doesn’t know the first thing about personal space.

ADDED PROMPTS FROM HERE + I’m using: 3.) Shopping + 6.) “You’re really making me wear matching pajamas with you?”

WARNINGS: language + “reader” is given a name but not physically described yet I always have a black or woc in mind. + a sexual/steamy moment towards the end ;)

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What was supposed to be more of a in and out kind of thing, turned into at least a thirty minute adventure. Sure Mariatu could blame it on the tasteful playlist the grocery store was playing—currently, “let it snow,” by Boyz II Men & Brian McPetty but she’d take the blame when she got back outside to her husband.

The original plan was to run in and get five items: a pack of mineral water full of electrolytes for Neron, a pack of cocoa powder, eggs, toilet paper rolls, and disinfectant wipes.

With the way prices are in this economy?

Mariatu knew it was probably best for Neron to run in grab everything but he suddenly got a call from Coco that had to do with business—which the founded brothers always stood on—so she did the honors of slipping out. She honestly didn’t mind, shopping was always thrilling to her because she knows regardless of what she picked up—whether she needed it or not—the items would always be put to good use. Mariatu was never one to let anything go to waste, it was something her parents always instilled.

Perhaps that’s why the carriage was getting heavier as she explored every other aisle, ending up in the international section, just for some lady to eye the contents of her carriage before settling her judgmental eyes on Mariatu. Their eyes connected but one was less friendly than the other, which was enough for Mariatu to pick up the speed. The previous aisle was more of a game of “chicken,” since one boulder of a man thought the aisle was a one way, the frozen section had one of its fridges leaking onto the floor and the constant call to, “clean up aisle 21,” seemed to go unheard, and just from entering the store a mother had to excuse herself and her screaming child who thought it would be best to start knocking over one of the displays.

Those should have been enough signs for Mariatu to do what she was supposed to do. Although the upbeat Christmas music was enough motivation to just make this a speed round, Mariatu couldn’t help that she spent longer than expected; even if she had a mental list of what they needed. Soon she found herself making a circle in the store towards the organic and produce section.

Eyeing the pomegranate seeds, Mariatu makes a bee-line for the fruit. Parking her carriage upwards from herself, she picks up the container eyeing the expiration date and then the quality of the red toned fruit. From her peripheral she sees someone leaning by the front of her carriage. She thinks not much of it figuring that they’re simply looking at a item that aligns with the end of her carriage. Silently debating over the snack for a moment longer, she opts for the larger pack instead before adding it to the carriage.

Seconds after, the handle of her carriage digs harshly into her stomach as the customer pushes their hip into the end of the carriage to reach for a bag of jumbo grapes. Mariatu blinks to herself in astonishment as the man holds the bag up to the light and moves his hips to do the same movement again!

This time Mariatu yanks on the carriage and goes around the man but not without muttering, “this is how you say excuse me,” on her way as she continues on up ahead. Eyeing the bag of baby spinach, she decides against it after grabbing a few green juices not long ago and just as she goes to push away from the section, she can hear the irritating sound of a broken carriage wheel pushing behind her.

Ever since Mariatu was a little girl she had great senses. Some may call it a gift while others maybe oblivious but she’s almost always right in judging distances and sensing presences that may or may not physically be there. In this present time as Mariatu is briefly glancing from the cart to make sure she’s not forgetting something and watching where she’s going, she can feel and hear the carriage behind her getting too close for her liking. Just as she’s reaching the corner, she peers over her shoulder to the pale as ice skinned man with a beanie that barely covers his thin salt colored hair and in that moment they come to some sort of understanding.

His shoulders relax, his lips pursed, grip still strong on the handle, he seems to slow down as his eyes connect with Mariatu’s. The side-eye game was always strong and she whips her head back, ringlets of curls bouncing with her underneath her beret as she does, a satisfying smile begins to grace her lipstick painted lips while she gets ready to turn the corner.

That’s short lived as a bump of the carriage from behind pressed into her backside first, thrashing her forward, followed by the knocking wheel which clips her ankle. A yelp escapes her lips, gaining the attention of a cashier who’s handling the handicap section and Mariatu has to exhale the steam that’s probably seeping from her eardrums.

Rubbing at the stinging skin above her ankle socks in her trainers, she glares at the older man who looks sheepish at the fact that his carriage actually interacted with his target.

“What’s your problem? You bump my carriage out of the way instead of using your manners, which you clearly lack and now you wanna play bumper cars with my ankle?” Mariatu questions the man who lifts his shoulders nonchalantly.

“I needed grapes,” the man started, “you could have done what I did and placed your carriage to the right so that way you’re not blocking other items that fellow customers need.”

Mariatu scoffs in disbelief, “well I’m not you and the proper thing to do if you need to get something is say excuse me or patiently wait until I’m done.”

“Sorry…but no?”

“No?” Mariatu felt her eye twitch and just to think, she was having a pretty solid day off, considering it was only twelve in the afternoon but still!

“Yeah,” the man continued, “you’re in my way and I have places to be too. Don’t know if you know this but a ice storm is coming and I need—

“Excuse me, I don’t give two shits what you need. Everybody that’s in here needs something, so honestly you can take that entitlement and shove it up right your ass, Mr.” Mariatu stated to the man without raising her voice but her brows definitely did, which means she meant that shit, “and happy holidays.”

With that she sorta limps from the man, enjoying that she had the last say and that his presence was no longer felt as he scrambles to go to one of the other aisles instead of to the self-check out area, which Mariatu was headed to.

Mariatu braced herself heading back into the breezy sixty degree weather, slowly letting out a sigh to herself as she crossed through the parking lot. She spots Neron waiting outside of her bronco and jumps into action as he looks up in time. “Ten minutes huh?” He teases with a shake of his head as he unlocks the trunk.

She scrunches her nose at him as they maneuver around the cart, taking turns adding the bags into the back. It doesn’t take Neron long to pick up on the way Mariatu is walking different once they get down to the the last few bags. “What’s up?” He asks.

Mariatu shakes her head as Neron points at her leg, “I’ll tell you in the car.”

The hoodie wearing man dips his head and takes the task of bringing the carriage back to its spot after opening the door for Mariatu. Neron doesn’t miss a certain man looking over in his wife’s direction as Neron crosses the parking lot one more. Once he gets into the driver’s seat, it’s Neron’s turn to have his eyes in slits as the strange man starts tossing his bags into his station wagon.

“That man with the pedophile car…you know ‘em?”

Mariatu hums, looking up from her phone to follow Neron’s trail and immediately scoffs, “oh yeah, we got friendly not too long ago. That’s the man who tried to run me over after I told him he basically needs to learn some manners.”

Neron flicks his eyes to his right, “what happened?” He pressed and Mariatu has no issue giving her husband the quick rundown of what just occurred.

He’s rubbing at his lengthy beard in slight irritation but also pride. “Put your seatbelt on,” he commands and Mariatu tilts her head to the side at this.

However the hardened stare Neron shoots her way and then back out the window shield was enough for her to listen this time. The tatted man places one hand on the steering wheel, tightening his grip and sitting up straight—which was always enough indication that someone was about to float their ride…so Mariatu braced herself.

Rightfully so.

As soon as she blinked, they were across the parking lot blocking the man’s path from completely backing out from the parking space.

“Neron,” Mariatu hissed as he pressed his brimmed hat further down on his head then flung the door open, leaving it wide open as he walked in between the cars to get to the man’s driver’s side, knocking on his window.

Mariatu couldn’t exactly hear what Neron was saying to the strange man as he was crouched over, talking to him in a manner that would send a chill down anyone’s spine. Her heart rate picked up as she saw Neron reach into the rolled down window, possibly snatching the man up by the throat and then shoving him forward that his horn announced his face made contact with it.

With that Neron sniffs as he turns back to the bronco, holding a bag now as he climbs back into the driver’s seat. He plops the bag of grapes into Mariatu’s lap and says, “Poe Cramer sends his apologizes. Eat up.”

“Neron, what did you do that for? I thought I told you that I handled it.” Mariatu brings her eyes up from the fruit in her lap to the profile of her husband’s face who begins driving through the parking lot.

Neron dips his head, “and I’m proud of you, Cariño. But he assaulted you so I returned the favor. Roughed him up a bit, he’s lucky that’s all he got and that’s out of respect for my lady being somewhat a witness…that I didn’t take it further. got his name from his license—just in case you run into him again and he decides to start some more shit but I doubt it. I clocked his ass—that’s all. No harm, no foul.”

“I can’t,” Mariatu snorts resting a hand against her edges, “I love you and I don’t need you locked up before Christmas.”

“I’m just contributing to society so I know Santa would forgive me,” Neron shrugs with a slow smirk appearing on his lips.

Mariatu laughs, “Oh that’s what you want to call it?” Before kicking her ankle up and over her opposite knee to examine, “don’t know why some people get so shitty during the holiday season, especially if you didn’t do anything wrong to them! They just feel like it’s okay to take it out on strangers. Like? What you say fuck me for?”

“You don’t even gotta worry about him no more, trust me,” Neron laughs at the joke, “you good though?”

Mariatu nods reaching over to feed Neron a grape before pecking his cheek, “always with you by my side, baby.”

“Likewise,” Neron winks over at the woman he was ecstatic to call his wife, resting the palm of his hand on her thigh.

Back in the gated, yes gated! suburbs of their coastal mobile home after unloading and packing the groceries, the married couple made it their mission that today would be a easy day. They rarely had days off at the same time so Neron and Mariatu wanted to take advantage of this with Mariatu persuading Neron to go shopping today rather than putting it off for the busiest day—Saturday. Now they had the rest of the day just to be up in each others faces, spending quality time together.

She’s in the bathroom, tending to her night time skin routine, already solidifying they were in for the rest of the day, while Neron’s perched on the edge of the bed tuned into the weather channel. The bathroom door’s wide open as Neron says, “you know your pa is trying to get coco and I to come out to Wyoming, huh?”

Mariatu frowns, “that’s where he snuck off to? The hell is he doing out there?”

The woman knew exactly what her father was doing out there. He made it a mission to travel more after the lost of his wife three years ago but…Wyoming? Really? Very Kanye coded but a lot less unhinged.

“Starting a new business adventure. Plans to do something either with construction or a food truck for a rest stop…he’s weighing his options based on how those meetings go.” Neron informed, “he sounds real determined and said he’ll keep me posted while also sending his love to you.”

Neron and Johnny had their own business together that consisted of mechanics and all things restoration, computers and guns, you name it! After things went terribly south (she often found it hard at times that they both made it out alive) with the club, they figured this would be their best option and Mariatu couldn’t be more supportive of the two. In whatever way she was often confused on her father bringing up his multiple business ideas to her husband and good friend. Neron and Coco seemed quite comfortable making their roots here and not all over the place like her father commonly did.

Yet of course she understood networking being a business owner herself…she just couldn’t picture Neron or Johnny elsewhere now that they were secure here and out of the tainted Santo Padre.

Mariatu rolls her eyes at this, loving how Neron threw that in there but she knew this was true with the way her father’s brain was constantly running with ideas. He’s always been a hardworking, successful man but he also didn’t know when to slow down. He was getting older and it’s like Mariatu was always fighting to have time with him, she valued that considering the lost of her mother but perhaps this was all his way of grieving?

You tend to do that sometimes at the end of the year they say.

“Will he back for Christmas? Kwanzaa, maybe?”

Neron wouldn’t lie and he knew how important Mariatu’s relationship was with her parents, which he did not receive personally but he always had his sisters so he understood to some degree, “he didn’t say honey but I’m sure he’ll try.”

“Right,” Mariatu is quiet for some time before starting up her spin brush again for a few minutes before rinsing her face and continuing the rest of her work.

The room is thicker now with Mariatu’s inner feelings about it all but Neron knows not to push it. They were similar in that way, holding everything in but Mariatu was better in letting it out when she was ready while Neron struggled with his own issues of people not hearing him when he did speak. However he knew not to feel that way with his wife, they confided in each other countless of times and felt seen being vulnerable with each other. It’s what drove them forward through the hardships.

Neron’s not sure how long he’s dazed off but a pair of pants smack across his face, followed by a snort of laughter that belonged to no other than his wife. He blinks, gripping onto the printed pants and scowls as he eyes the same print that Mariatu is sporting. Except her’s are shorts and he gets to eye her smooth legs in them.

Licking his lips Neron rubs at his beard, fighting to keep his thoughts clean as she slips a printed long sleeve set over her camisole, “You’re really making me wear matching pajamas with you?”

“Uh huh,” Mariatu nods her head with a smile, “we’ll be cozy and cute.”

Neron mumbles, “And lookin’ like the elves on the fucken shelf.”

Mariatu cackles as Neron shakes his head in disagreement. She stands before him, resting her hands across his shoulders, massaging them while staring down into his tense but loving brown eyes. Neron doesn’t hesitate to wrap his solid tatted arms around her waist, while she gets comfortable locking her legs right around his hips so they’re face to face now.

“I think you need a little more persuading and a thank you.”

“A thank you?” Neron ponders as Mariatu nuzzles her nose against the man’s, who breathes her in.

Mariatu pecks his lips, then trails those kisses along his jaw and up to his large ear, whispering, “for always looking out for me and especially for today. Will you let me take care of you?”

She can feel Neron shudder against her and she knew that Neron just wanted to be loved in return for the love that he gave out. Mariatu had no problem providing that and the confirmation of his fingertips digging into her waist was all she needed to make their lips collide. The scratch of his beard against her chin, the weight of her clung to his body, the force of shoving him back against the sheets, scrape of her stiletto nails that greeted his skin briefly as she helped him out of his tops, kissing of his wounds that were buried beneath his tats, the trick of her tongue against the round of his raised flesh which contained a hooped piercing that always evoked a breathy moan from his lips, the teasing and pleasing to his lower region with only her mouth was enough to bring joy right out of Neron’s heart.

Mariatu took the reigns but Neron couldn’t let that slide without getting his hands on her in the way he wanted and the way they both needed as well. A shower and clean up routine later, both now sporting red festive wear, they’re lounging against the headboard together, container of pomegranate seeds placed in between them while the skies in San Didacus continue filling in with a gray haze.

Neron and Mariatu both meet each other’s eyes after the dark haired man settled on, one of his favorites, “Krampus,” (2015) after finding one of the cheesy romantic Christmas movies to be too corny for their tastes.

“Ready to keep the festive spirit going?” Neron asks, wrist draped over Mariatu’s shoulder while she curls into him, leg tossed over his torso.

Mariatu covers her yawn, “yeah I am, I don’t know about you but I don’t want any demons hunting this house, especially once some kids come along.”

“Nah, krampus don’t got nothin’ on me.” Neron tells with a grin, “he better ask Poe and check my resume.”

“I haven’t even seen that resume.”

“I’m keepin’ it that way. Like I said when we took those vows, you don’t got to worry about nothing on that end. Just the restaurant and the good parts of life that we’re building together only.” Neron reassured in which Mariatu nodded with a smile.

Neron leans forward capturing Mariatu’s lips in a brief kiss before brushing his lips against her forehead then tunes back into the movie.

One thing is true, this holiday, equally the pair hopes this season brings further blessings to their table after growing what they both went through. The little moments mean just as much as the big ones and when they frequently stare into each other’s eyes…maybe in the end they can always say that’s the best gift the universe could have ever gave them.

Continue the rest of my~5 days of Xmas~December anthology prompts here.

#Mayans mc #mayans fx #Mayans #mayans mc x reader #mayans imagine #mayans x reader #neron creeper vargas #creeper vargas #creeper Vargas x oc #creeper Vargas x reader #neron vargas x reader #johnny coco cruz #coco cruz #december prompts #queued #Joseph raymond lucero

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nerves-nebula · 11 months

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Somewhere far, far, far in the future:

Mikey looked up from his comic as the front door opened. Leo opened it, her back to the room as she stepped in, voice low and whispering to a second, familiar voice.

“Gaylord is back!” He called loudly, grinning when Leo visibly tensed at the shout.

It was another minute before Leo finally shut the door and came to join the rest of them, making a point to smack Mikey on the back of the head as she passed.

“Jackass.”

“Homo.”

“Does it count as being a homosexual if he’s a boy and a girl?” Raph asked, not looking away from the tv as he and Donnie battled in some new game they’d gotten.

“Please do not give me any more identity crises.” Leo grunted as she heavily sat on the couch, kicking up her feet. A mechanical arm emerged from Donnie’s shell and pushed them off the table.

“No feet on the table.” Donnie muttered as the arm retracted, focus entirely on the game.

Leo stuck out her tongue but propped her feet up on the couch instead. She smoothed down her skirt, reaching into the pocket to pull out the ticket for the garden Usagi had taken her to. It had been a great time and they’d had an absolute blast. There was a butterfly grove full of endangered species that were being helped by the facility, and they’d shared a frozen lemonade that had given them both horrible brain freezes, and-

“Hamato Leonardo.”

Leo looked up, frowning at Mikey, who was crawling over the arm of his chair over to the couch to stare at her.

“Can I fucking help you?”

Mikey reached out, purposefully pressing his finger into the joint of Leo’s shoulder and neck, right over-

“Fuck off!” Leo slapped Mikey’s hand, shrinking away from him, “Don’t touch me, weirdo.”

“Raph, Donnie!” Mikey grinned.

“Shut up.” Leo hissed, pulling up the neck of his dress.

“Leo has-“

“I will pay you to shut up.”

“-a fuckin hickey!”

The game paused. Donnie turned around, frowning.

“So?”

Mikey fumbled, his smile faltering a moment, “So? Aren’t- aren’t we supposed to get weird about that? Like, throw a fuss and demand to know Usagi’s intentions?”

“I’m pretty s-sure Usagi’s intentions are obvious.” Donnie deadpanned, “They’ve b-been dating for a while n-now. Couples get handsy. It h-happens.”

“Plus, Leo could absolutely kick Usagi’s ass if he tried anything she- she today? Yeah- she didn’t like.” Raph shrugged, “Not everything has to be like in your sitcoms, Mike.”

Mikey groaned, “Can we at least pretend? I’ve been looking forward to this since they started flirting!”

“Oh.” Donnie chirped, “W-well, in that case…” he cleared his throat before slamming his controller down, leaping to his feet to turn to Leo, “She has a what?!”

The evening was spent reenacting the confrontation multiple different ways, each one doing their best to stay in character and not laugh at the ridiculous accusations each one of them threw Leo’s way.

“It’s impure!”

“Seduced by the devil!”

“Our sister’s become a whore!”

Afterward they all made sure to reassure Leo that they actually didn’t care and reminded her to be safe, et cetera.

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Idk why I wrote this.

-Monster Anon

you wrote it cause its cute and sweet <3 and i appreciate it <3 she'd been seduced by The White Devil SMH

#nnstuff #ask #asks are sweethearts #neglected fic #teenage mutant neglected turtles #Tmnt yuichi

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1moreoffkeyanthem · 3 months

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melda tâe, pray tell: what are the ojv!style/starsev's favorite foods? <3

HELLO MELMË!!! Oooo this is such a fun ask ilysm and I love any excuse to be Incredibly Annoying abt the OrangeJuiceVerse so YEP HERE WE GO!!!

Kyle- Kyle SO has a sweet tooth!!! (I love that that’s a universal Kyle hc btw) that boy is THERE for any baked goods deadass even those shitty gas station packaged muffins (Stan is scribbling out the nutritional information (or as he calls it, Food Lore, well into their 30s)) and Kyle def consumes anything sugary. As for actual real food, he likes Italian a lot which works very well bc pasta is a general hit w everyone. Favorite fast food place is subway and he ALWAYS rearranges the sandwich components to make sure the distribution is right (he claims he doesn’t have obsessive compulsive tendencies) (he does) so this guy is THE reason the ojv is called the ojv, his favorite beverage is orange juice with seven ice cubes and a pinch of salt bc he’s picky even when he claims to not be, he’s also a red wine enjoyer

STAN!!! Oh my god he and Cartman and Kenny are bottomless pits!!! Stan is a big boi and he’s packing away everything he eats bc 1) he hates waste, and 2) he’s just hungry. BUT he’s really more of a savory guy. Veggie king, ofc, and he’s at every fast food place in town ordering any vegetarian option, ALSO!!! This man LOVES spicy food but his stomach doesn’t. He’ll get a couple crunchwraps sub refried beans and slather that shit in Diablo sauce, but there’s a pretty good chance he’s gonna be nauseous a few hours later. Also he loves Kyle’s cooking!!! Bc Ky likes to cook when he’s stressed and Stan likes Kyle, and Kyle makes this really kickass homemade bread (jalapeño cheese bread oh my god I really want some now) Stan is also SO bad at drinking water but he is in fact a soda enjoyer. Miller Lite and the cheapest vodka known to man (before he stopped drinking) are a staple, also he frequents the local smoothie king and gets a chocolate hulk. For most of their life style has been ordering an olive and pineapple pizza. Stan always dips it in extra marinara.

Tweek- he is seriously just a snacker. Like Girl Dinner has nothing on Tweek Dinner. His meals look like a Charlie Brown thanksgiving. If he even remembers food is a thing. But like Craig will come home and be like “what do u want for dinner” and Tweek’s like “oh I ate a whole jar of pickles” the amount of half eaten granola bars in that house smh. BUT he can decimate so much garlic bread. A very big lemonade fan.

Craig! He’ll eat whatever, nonchalant KING unless!!!! He’s having a bad day and is already on the cusp of a meltdown. If he’s overstimulated it’s a sprite and an uncrustable. A grape uncrustable. Also I just feel like he likes seafood? I cannot explain why, but he does. Also he’s really good about hydration, he likes routine and he has one of those bottles w the time markers lmao. And he’s weirdly pretentious abt craft beers like when he and Kyle take their lil excursions to their spot he’s drinking an ipa that’s lowkey gross but then he’s just shrugging at Kyle and being all “idk the citrus hits in the aftertaste” like an asshole.

KENNY ok Kenny is also not picky in the slightest, how could he be with how he grew up, but I feel like he’s especially fond of easy meals like casseroles, frozen pizza, that kind of stuff. When he starts actually making a stable living off his art he hits up ALL the local food trucks and small businesses and broadens his food knowledge, and he’s keeping the smaller struggling businesses going just by his support. He is another example of ojv losers not drinking enough water, thinks Mountain Dew counts, literally he would’ve developed scurvy in college if left to his own devices. SMH ily kenneth also he and Stan have both thrown up bc they tried to one up each other doing shots of hot sauce

Marj my queen! She, like Kyle, likes sugar, if the homies are going to a diner she’s getting pancakes, and she takes her coffee ALL dressed up. Also kenny is the grillmaster and Marj is making the BEST sides for the bbq!!! Omg she loves her some pasta salad and a lil shrimp shishkabab moment like put this girl on the cover of a southern living magazine with her sweet iced tea (she makes the best sweet tea) marj my goddess pls quit causing problems on the internet and just use ur hospitality degree to run a b&b and make the best biscuits and gravy ever

Cartman. Bruh. Eric Cartman. He has THE most expensive taste known to man when he’s older but until he gets into the Rich People scene he doesn’t really care about what he’s eating or if it’s of good quality. In college he dragged the m5 to some shitty steakhouse bc he heard it was a good deal, and also bc he was mad at Stan for belting As Long As You’re Mine from Wicked and he knew Stan wouldn’t have any food options there lmfao that asshole (he did have to put a dollar in the Fuckwad Jar). He will also eat the weirdest combination of things. Who is putting whipped cream and chocolate syrup on fried chicken? This man. He is a Diet Coke enjoyer lmfao also he drinks martinis with olives bc “it makes me look sexy and kewl” he doesn’t like olives btw he’s just an asshole

I HAD TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS!!! The ask is always open for ANY of my AU’s or if ur just bored or want fic recs I’m a huge loser and my sp obsession is ever ridiculous.

#asks #i had so much fun #NINAAAAA #everyone say thank you #south park #headcanon #OrangeJuiceVerse #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #tweek tweak #craig tucker #kenny mccormick #marjorine stotch #eric cartman

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reidsaurora · 2 years

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POV: Your Instagram If You Were Dating Spencer Reid (part four: aesthetics edition)

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yn.yln you got me spinning 🎡

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missgreenaway tell me why i read that to the tune of "my humps" by the black eyed peas

↳ yn.yln 💃 she got me spendin, spending all your money on me and spending time on me 💃

reiditandweep it makes my head spin every time i try to comprehend how i got so blessed with you 😘

emprentiss i hate being sappy but this is such a cute photo of you guys

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yn.yln hot girl walk featuring miss minnie

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reiditandweep i had to rescue Minnie about 15 seconds after this was taken because @/yn.yln tripped on a crack and almost took Minnie with her

↳ yn.yln stop exposing me

lukealvez so when's the pup playdate happening

↳ yn.yln aldgsksgakgdks any time pls i'd sob

thedavidrossi i might as well hop on the bandwagon. when can uncle dave come visit her?

↳ yn.yln any time you'd like, uncle dave 🥺

↳ emprentiss @/yn.yln tell me why i'm obsessed with the idea of rossi hanging out with a puppy?

↳ yn.yln @/emprentiss an interaction i was not expecting but definitely one i needed

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yn.yln all i need are you and sunsets ☀️

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reiditandweep all i need are you and coffee 😌

↳ emprentiss and sugar. don't forget the 26 teaspoons of sugar for the coffee.

↳ reiditandweep @/emprentiss i don't use THAT much sugar

↳ yn.yln @/reiditandweep u do tho

thedavidrossi can it be? the kid isn't wearing mismatch socks?

↳ yn.yln technically they were still mismatched since they were two different brands

missgreenaway feat. his long ass legs

↳ reiditandweep STOP BULLYING MY LEGS 😭✋🏻

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yn.yln hot couple crossing 🛑

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dralexblake i love how artsy this is 🥰❤️

morgan.derek hot couple crossing? well, me and Sav better get down there asap

↳ yn.yln y'all are pretty hot 😌

↳ reiditandweep @/yn.yln cheating on me with my best friend right in front of me? smh

↳ yn.yln @/reiditandweep LMAO U GOT JOKES NOW??

bbygirlpg my fav hot couple 😍 (sorry @/morgan.derek)

↳ morgan.derek the betrayal smh

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yn.yln i heart u 😚🫶

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reiditandweep i heart u too 🤗❤

↳ doclewis i don't heart these sappy comments

↳ yn.yln @/doclewis i heart how ur just here to bully me and Spencer

jenjareau beautiful sunset and a beautiful couple!

kcallahan this is cute and all but we want more pup pics

↳ yn.yln check the work family gc 🤪

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yn.yln big girl tried the swings today 🥺🥲

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bbygirlpg shut up, she's so cute

reiditandweep i love how you're treating her like a toddler

↳ yn.yln she's our toddler shhh

lukealvez i was looking at this with Roxy beside me and she started wagging her tail when she looked at

↳ yn.yln alsgalsgaksgsj stop 😭

aaronhotch i see she's wearing the collar Jack gifted you guys 😂

↳ yn.yln we love it!! he did a great job at picking it out!

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yn.yln something tells me i'm gonna love him forever #eatdrinkandbemarreid

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bbygirlpg you don't know how hard it was to keep this secret 😭 i'm so excited for you guys!! you're gonna make a beautiful bride!

↳ yn.yln definitely a surprise! thanks for snapping so many beautiful pictures of us!

kcallahan STOP!!! THE HASHTAG 😭

↳ yn.yln i came up with it all on my own 😭

thedavidrossi congrats, kids! let's hope it lasts longer than my marriages 😶

↳ yn.yln LMAO WE'RE PLANNING ON IT

aaronhotch congratulations, you two! you were made for each other. i can't wait to see what your marriage journey has in store 💒

↳ yn.yln is anyone else seeing this -

↳ emprentiss @/yn.yln it looks like Hotch showing emotions but i don't believe it

↳ reiditandweep @/yn.yln @/emprentiss i think my brain just exploded trying to comprehend Hotch being nice

thesimmonsfam congrats, you guys!! married life is the best, you're gonna love it! - K.

↳ yn.yln thank you so much, Kristy! i def know who to come to if we ever need advice 🥰

reiditandweep the easiest decision i've ever had to make! i can't wait to spend forever with you, my darling 😘💕

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i have a few things to address 💀

(1) the comments on this one kinda suck bc i was struggling with them 🤣 idk if i'm getting burnout or what but these comments are awful 💀

(2) idk if i wrote Kristy accurately bc i actually haven't met her yet 😶 so if i wrote her inaccurately, pls tell me

(3) you'll notice that Kate said "me, Meg, and CJ" and that is bc... i headcanon that Kate gave birth to a boy and CJ stands for "Chris Jr" after her husband 🤣

anyway yeah, i hope you guys enjoyed! lmk if you guys want more of these with the aesthetic style pics!

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… can we get the realer and worse toxic yaoi

oh don't you WORRY, my loves! i am...writing it. ;)

smh.

i'm miserable.

Slay Olay! <3

so i was thinking way too hard about kyle showing up on the doorstep of their apartment all fucked up from fighting transphobes and stan taking care of him eVEn thOugh thEy bRokE uP ( and broke the hearts of dawn spawn ravesey super fans everywhere, mind you! ) and i started writing something...it's not finished and it's in these weird stage directions while i try and write...better, less cringeworthy actions. but you know what, you asked, and you shall receive. but...

be careful what you wish for, darlings. xx

***

[ this...is not his proudest moment.

he thinks as he drags his limp body towards the apartment, every step excruciating. kyle, mi amor, you've been fighting again! stan would scold and curse under his breath, shaking his lovely head, his bangs in his eyes, a dark natural brown, the way they always were when he was happy and healthy, with a tanned sun-kissed hand braced on his hip, his tattoos swirling enticingly beneath it. stan hated when he got into fights. but who gives a shit, right? surely not stan, because stan hated him even more right now, a terrible thought that thrummed all through his aching head as he finally made it to their front door.

...or, what used to be their front door.

it was late, the rest of the world was asleep, with craig's sister, who'd been cat sitting for them, hopefully all tricia tuckered out and in bed. he didn't want her to see him like this. he'd be absolutely horrified.

kyle hated being vulnerable...almost as much as he hated being alone.

but that was just as well: he was a hideous and unlovable thing.

which was why he couldn't say it. kyle grit his teeth. he was uncapable of it! he reasoned unreasonably, as he went to unlock the door, haunted and taunted by the silly novelty wine glass shaped housekey stan had gotten made for him as a joke at ace hardware when they'd first moved in together...before he'd fucked up everything.

the memory made him wince, but not worse than the stupid holographic key-chain that hung from the dumb key like a noose, a cruel, tacky reminder of their ruined relationship. because each time it flickered the acursed thing forced kyle to watch stan kiss his cheek,

over.

and over.

and over again.

he groans and twists the sharp metal shiv like a knife when the ghost of his favorite voice in this world and the next, cries out ]

“ — KY!”

[ the door swings open to reveal stan, silhouetted in moonlight and frozen there, in a fixed, but broken state of shock. kyle squints up at him, like that vision of radiance is some kind of sick apparition, a cruel trick of his waning conscious. because stan is supposed to be doing a show tonight, and yet...there he is. with his pretty face lightly flushed and his now bright red hair held back and still wet from the shower.

he’s standing in the doorway, cradling curb in his arms, wearing a plaid patterned pair of kyle's boxers and his beloved college sweatshirt, stained in small splotches around the collar with sweet-n-sour sauce and charcoal colored salt water. the hue of his eyeliner.

he looks beautiful, so naturally, kyle smiles and sways, causing his split lip to send blood same shade of stan's hair all over his teeth. ]

“Hey, Handsome.”

[ his ex-boyfriend's blue-silver eyes dilate in dizzying delight for a moment, lightening with longing before darkening again. he starts to say something, probably in admonition — he's not supposed to say shit like that anymore — when kyle stops him dead in his tracks. ]

“ — I wasn’t talkin’ t’you.”

[ the injured boy nods towards curb, who stan holds protectively over his chest, like he's hiding his heart, unaware of it's place on his sleeve. or his ring finger, where a tatted sun shone, proof of their covenant and devotion to each other. because rings didn't matter. they'd been married since sixth grade. or were...married. he was still getting used to that one. stan rolls his eyes, but he laughs a little in spite of himself.

so that line still works, he mentally notes with a smirk, clinging to that small sense of pride. even if they don't. curb makes a confused, concerned noise, a mournful meow. and kyle is so distracted by the two sets of blue eyes roving over him, that he almost forgets to ask: ]

“How’dya…” [ he pauses, narrowing his eyes. ] “Know it was…m-me?"

[ stan speaks too quickly, like the answer is obvious. he sputters out. ]

“You—You made a s-sound at the door! You groaned…”

[ but stan stops mid-word, choking back a sob at the sore sight of kyle's bruised and battered face. he whispers something in stannish, a soft, soothing hymn — into the crook of curb's neck before placing a small kiss at the top of his ochre head and lowering him down onto the carpet, where he skitters behind his dad's legs, looking equally fearful.

then, without thinking, stan surges forward to touch the bloody, war-torn battlefield of his ex-boyfriend's countenance, all to desperate to hold him, to comfort him. it's involuntary, its muscle memory, a force of habit, and his scared, shaking fingers were nearly curved around the raised, angry apple of the combatant's cheek, where a dark purple bruise had begun to blossom like the worst kind of rose, before, at the very last second, that helping hand jerks away and clasps over his wide, whimpering mouth like a lock, where through the watery, unforgiving valley of his fingers, stan mutters a sad and strangled… ]

“Oh—Oh my god…”

[ it hurts a hundred times more than all three broken ribs to hear the pain that stings in stan's voice, but the college student stubbornly soldiers on, trying to put on a brave face he attempts to pull all the pieces together. his ginger brow furrows pensively as he ponders, then hones in on an answer, his hypothesis rolling tentatively off his tongue before his bitter words back off, ripe with disillusion and disbelief. ]

“Shit. You…”

[ kyle’s sage eyes widen in realization, suddenly wrought with guilt. ]

“Felt it, didn’t ya?”

[ stan rubs his neck sheepishly and looks away, now studying the carpet with great sudden interest. he made a displeased clicking noise, like the logician was wrong, but kyle knew from the way stan’s lip twitched, he was right. after all, kyle could read stan like a book. it was his favorite one. which was clear from the way the scholar watched the rockstar's teeth thrash his lovely pierced lip.

stan was embarrassed. but kyle thought he was so goddamn cute when he got all nervous. which was a selfish and fucked up thing to think. but no matter, because when he looked up again, his once sky-blue eyes had gone grey like two summer storms. kyle's face falters. because, for the very first time, his favorite book...was unreadable. ]

“Let’s get you inside.”

i'm so sad this is the worst thing i've ever written, oh my GOD.

-uncle nina, captain of the ravesey ship which is sInKinG!!!!! :///

#this is the worst thing i've ever written #hope i d*e #*maroon five vc* iiiii am in MisSouRi #this is such a mess like literally and figuratively #not jersey HITTING ON HIM!!!!!! like oh my god #ravenstan is so stressed out i'm crying #not the gerard way danger days hair red hair stan it's his angsty hair-(e)ra i don't support it but he does look Good #maybe ill finish this #the spelling and sentence structure is bad but like i said its my weird draft ill fix it later #but yeah have fun but u probably wont so sorry #kyle smiling at him w the blood in his teeth smh #stan in kyles boxers and columbia sweatshirt #freaking covered in takeout sauce probably watching a sad movie and crying lmao...raven stop being a crybaby challenge #FAILED #LIKE THEIR RELATIONSHIP BC KYLE HAS A FEAR OF EMOTIONAL INTIMACY I HATE MY LIFE #STANS SUPERNATURAL SYNETHESIA IS MY FAVORITE THING EVER I AM SCREAMING #heard jerseys groan of pain and was like KY!!! :((((#like immediately knew it was him i hate my life </333 #anyways...hell is place...jail is a place i'm returning to dw dw

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What is rosethorn plan when dealing with Mario and Luigi since they well killed cackletta, antasma and both princess shroobs?

Ah, well here's an interesting ask .

Ok you see, Rosethorn sorta doesn't give the slightest damn about the bros. To him they're more like "those two guys who get involved into things they shouldn't be part of because of some hoohoo (in)directly involving Bowser and Peach" lol. Like, sure they ARE involved, but Rose is like "yeah no idk who you are smh get outta mAh way"

Like sure near the end of the main T.O.O story he starts slowly getting annoyed cuz they KEEP on tagging along , see? But through the whole thing he just sees them as those two random plumbers he shouldn't have the slightest worry about cuz he has at least 3 other people who (in his eyes) are more deserving to get their ass whooped first lol.

He would rather just let Robean deal with them instead (cuz she's the one holding grudges for them lol) as he focuses more on his chaotic bs + making the day even worse for peach and Bowser lol (probably dreambert too but I have no idea for him yet pfffft)

Also fun fact about the second part of your question: the shroobs were sorta re-frozen instead of anything in this story , as for Cacks and Antasma it's more of a "despawn and go back to gem phase" kind of deal.

#robean #prince rosethorn #darkno asks #thorns of origins

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mid-nightowl · 16 days

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tag game!

thanks @waffleinator-inator for the tag<3 <3 <3

fav color: blue, don't ask me to pick a shade i love them all (if i really had to, midnight blue)

last song i listened to: kids - kyle dixon and michael stein

last movie i watched: ghostbusters: frozen empire in theaters! it has a ghost lesbian romance and no one told meeeee!!!!

i also just watched kill bill vol. 1 for the first time on netflix and omgggggg

currently watching: n/a; hoping to start the fallout tv show this weekend thou!

currently reading: the wretched of the earth by frantz fanon, água viva by clarice lispector, and the question (comic) by dennis o'neil & denys cowan

sweet, savory, or spicy: savory and spicy for sure, i don't have much of a sweet-tooth to be honest

current craving: good pizza!!!!! i live in a pizza desert smh (i was once a spoiled new yorker with dozens of good pizza options and didn't even realize it, big sad)

coffee or tea: coffee, hands down. i am not a tea person at all, i can enjoy drinking hot tea but it's very rare for me to choose it over coffee

relationship status: single

current obsession: crime-noir comics!

tagging...anyone who wants to! i'm too tired to fully tag peeps, please feel free! <3

#tag game #thanks again for the tag waffle ily<3 #i have been binging crime noir comics lately; there are very little women authors in the genre it is very sad to see #and i should be visiting my mom in a few months then i can get rid of my craving 🥲

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hey! just dropping a req but absolutely no need to do it any time soon obviously! How about the lov (just in general) recruiting a new member, and after just a few weeks it's like rlly apparent that they're a great cook and enjoy it a lot too which just culminates in them being their personal chef but in a parent-ly way lmao 💀 like imagine they all come back from a mission and the reader's just like "man, I'm gonna go shower and after that I'm making you all some good food to replenish!" or one of the members is really sad/pissed so they just whip out their favorite dessert- Best part is no one knows where they got them Sanji skills from and they won't fucking tell smh 💀 the type of person to take 3 rotting bananas and give back a 5 star steak 😒 - 🤺

This kinda more like ended up being some of the League and their relationship with food + the whole master chef reader thingy. This was really fun to write so thanks, and this ended up being kinda long for HCs but I don’t care.

•Shigaraki is incredibly picky with his food, so you’re gonna have to accommodate that when you cook

•On the other hand it’s like, “You’ll eat what I make, I’m not making a whole nother meal just for you” and on the other hand it’s like “I’m not dealing with your complaints, what do you want to eat?”

•Shigaraki is the type who would live off chicken nuggets and frozen pizza if he was allowed to, but you keep him well fed and he actually really likes your cooking, even though he would never tell you that and he never asks for you to make it

•Dabi doesn’t really enjoy food, he just views eating as something he has to do to survive

•His sense of taste got all fucked back when he almost died and the food needs to be super spicy or strongly flavored for him to even taste it

•But you actually got him to sort of enjoy eating again, since you took note of his attitude towards food and his fucked up sense of taste and cooked accordingly

•You made him something that’s easy and fast to eat, but still tasty

•So now he just sometimes tells you to make him food like “Hey you twat, make me something to chew on”

•Toga loves sweets and pastries and stuff even more than normal food, but we’re just talking about food for now so I’m gonna focus on that

•Toga is happy to taste whatever you make and she’ll certainly let you know her opinion

•She likes most of the stuff you make, but she can’t stand the stuff Dabi eats, it’s way too spicy for her

•If you give her a salad, she will douse it in salad dressing and put in some feta or something

•She’s usually the one who’s helping you get the groceries or helping you in the kitchen, though she can be a bit chaotic

•I know I’m playing on the whole lizard thing here, but Spinner actually really likes insects, like crickets and such, but that’s only because you introduced him to them when he pissed you off and you thought it would annoy him if you served him that

•He mostly lived off instant ramen or fast food before he joined the League because he was too busy gaming, but he has found a new appreciation for food when eating your cooking

•He’s also sometimes helping you with the groceries, but you would not send him or Toga to the store alone, because who knows what they’d bring back

•Twice will eat absolutely anything, and he will not complain, because he likes it all

•He’s easy to cheer up with just cooking for him, probably the easiest out off the bunch

•Everyone enjoys your cooking, but Dabi and Shigaraki n never tell you that, unlike Toga and Twice who are always singing your praise, even when they’ve got their mouths full of food

•You can see everyone’s reactions though, and even the two guys can’t always hide the fact that they’re happy to get something delicious to eat

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #dabi #bnha dabi #mha dabi #shigaraki tomura #toga himiko #spinner #shuichi iguchi #twice #jin bubaigawara #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

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