#nothing bad ever happens in hawaii | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

a-aexotic · 1 year

Note

hi ren, biggg congratulation and the eras tour celebration is such a cool concept 🥳

🌙 please for Rafe and Paris!

pairing. rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings. literally nothing except fluff, and illusions to smut?

summary. rafe is in love with utterly and fully in love with y/n

➜ missing out on updates? ❪ navigation. masterlist. taglist. ❫

Everything about You and Rafe had been unpredicted, no one in a million years that Rafe "Druggie" Cameron could pull someone like you. You guys getting together was definitely not on anyone's list of things that were going to happen that year, but it did.

And honestly neither of you couldn't care less. You and Rafe were completely and utterly in love with each other and nothing could get in the way.

Rumors, people, family, circumstances. None of that mattered in the case of you two. Especially Rafe. After everything with his sister, always being a second choice, when he finally was someone's first choice, someone's favorite person, none of that mattered. He was his absolute happiest when he was with you.

I'M SO IN LOVE THAT I MIGHT STOP BREATHING.

You and Rafe had been together for a year now and Rafe had done a complete 360 from where he was at before he met you. Last year, he was at the lowest of his life; completely high all the time, partying every night, new girl every week. Now, he was sober and with the love of his life.

It had been a year now and neither of you have had the urge to say the scariest three words in a relationship, especially a relatively new one.

Rafe had realized he loved you two weeks into dating you but of course he hadn't said it, he didn't want to scare you off. He was already crazy enough, imagine if he just told you he loved you two weeks into dating?

Rafe had just something so out of pocket that you let out a loud laughing, making Rafe stop and think for second before joining in your laughter. It was so bad that you genuinely had stopped breathing, hanging on to the counter to stop from falling over. Your eyes were tearing up and Rafe's stomach had begun to hurt.

"Oh my gosh, I love you." You accidentally blurted once you stopped laughing. You and Rafe both instantly jumped up, both staring at each other. Your heart jumped and you didn't know how Rafe was going to react, his face unreadable.

"Wait, what?"

You couldn't back out now. "I-I love you"

Rafe felt like he was going to pass out with excitement. "I love you too, Y/N."

ROMANCE IS NOT DEAD, IF YOU KEEP IT JUST YOURS.

If Rafe had a dime for every time someone had made a rumor about the two of you, he would be richer than his dad and that's saying something. You guys were OBX's favorite topic to gossip about.

Instead of getting offended, you and Rafe had made it into a fun game anytime Sarah had told you something you heard. You guys call it "Would this happen in an alternate universe?"

The game kind of says it all. You and Rafe would see how realistic the rumor was. It became such a fun game for you two that you guys started making up your own rumors as well.

You sat in the passenger seat of the car, listening to Rafe tell you the next rumor. "Y/N left Rafe... for Ward."

You gasped and then let out a giggle, "Ward?"

"Yup."

"That is the most outlandish shit I've ever heard, oh my gosh." You replied making Rafe hum in response, "Never. I would never leave you for Ward, my gosh. How do people come up with these?"

"Never?"

You felt Rafe's gaze on you as you furrowed your eyebrows, "Yes, Rafe. I would never leave you for Ward."

"What about JJ?"

"Maybe..."

Rafe scoffed as you let out another one of your exceptionally loud laughs.

NO, I DIDN'T SEE THE NEWS, CAUSE WE WERE SOMEWHERE ELSE.

For your third year anniversary, Rafe had taken you to a Hawaii Cruise. This was the first time both of you had gone on a trip by yourselves so it was way more fun for the both of you. You guys didn't have to sneak around anywhere, having a lot more alone time then before.

Rafe had gotten a buzzcut a few months ago and you've grown to absolutely adore it. At first, when you got the spontaneous text from Rafe telling you he was buzzing all his hair off, you were going to cry. But once you saw it, you fell in love all over again. It gave him a mature sugar daddy look and you loved it.

One of the reasons why you dreaded him buzzing his hair is that you wouldn't be able to run your finger through his hair but now that it's semi grown, you could kind of do that again.

You and Rafe laid on the pool chair, Rafe laying next to you with his head on your chest as you twisted his semi grown out buzzcut. You guys both watched the dark sky in comforting silence, enjoying each other's company.

You heard Rafe sigh. "I'm so grateful I met you, Y/N."

"Me too, Rafe. Me too."

"No, I mean like... like I seriously can't imagine my life without you in it." Rafe looked up to meet your eyes and you felt like you were going to cry of happiness. "You feel like home, baby. You always have."

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Rafe. I'd be lost without you."

And suddenly everything to Rafe made sense. There was no more confusion on where he was going, what he was doing with his life because it was all clear to him in that moment. It was all you. As long as he was spending his life with you, he was happy.

"Let's get married."

802 notes · View notes

laguezze · 1 year

Text

PAC: Characteristics of your FS

This is for or all the people with intention to marry or have a long term relationship. Next up will be a soulmate characteristic PAC. I decided to split it in two to get more details!

Now onto the PAC!

Here are the piles!

Pile 1

Pile 2

Pile 3

Pile 4

Ready? Let's go!

Pile 1

This person is a rebel. Might be a bit hypocritical about it. Like they might come from money but decide to live out their best broke musician dreams while still living in their rich dad's apartment that he bought for them. That's just one case example, take it as it resonates.

This person loves to keep appearances, they love to be in control of how people perceive them. I'm seeing they want to be taken seriously.

Long, messy, brown, curly hair. Middle part is possible.

North America, Australia, Oceania, Hawaii, UK.

Dainty eyes?, Blue eyes, light eyes.

Not too defined features but also not ugly. Might be what people call "medium ugly" for some of you. Nothing too shocking about their features.

Musician, plays guitar, indie music taste, 420 friendly? Nirvana (the band), big social life, plaid shirts, leather jackets, bad boy persona, baddie aesthetic, motorbike, cigarette, old school lover, 70s aesthetic and fashion.

Pile 2

This person is very much hypocritical, they don't know what they want in life. Very much lost with their career and family life. You might help guide them.

They definitely have unconventional dreams like opening up a tea shop, or flower shop. Which is fine, but I'm seeing they want to do that for the wrong reasons. Very easily manipulated person, it'll be frustrating for you to see. But they'll get better with your help probably.

Probably from any capitalist country. Take that as you will.

Light eyes or medium eyes but not dark. Downturned eyes.

Short hair, pixie cut, wolf cut.

Wears bandanas, baggy clothes, long skirts, hippie style, boho aesthetic, activist. Necklaces and bracelets, lots of jewelery in general.

(sorry it's a bit short, your person wasn't too specific with the looks but rather with the personality)

Pile 3

You guys got yourselves a romantic, old school, kinda person. They probably listen to music from the 50s and 60s and jazz, lots of jazz. Might love to take things slow and smooth. Doesn't like running late to things and is always calm and early. Very collected person, never a hair out of place. Always is composed. They might have been different before they met you. They probably were chaotic and funny before they met you but something happened that made them this sophisticated, chic person. You might need to bring the fun in them back, I'm hearing. Might be a judgy individual.

Latinx, Hispanic, Southern Europe, North America (East Coast)

Brown eyes, very deep set eyes, intense gaze

Short hair, very short for men, curly hair, either Brown or dirty blonde.

Long eyelashes, very pretty features. Either small nose or large nose, no in between; defined face, high cheekbones.

Medium height, slightly muscular.

60s, 50s music and fashion, coffee and tea lover, might be a cook or love to do it, kitchen lover, architecture fanatic, probably loves house decor and renovation, secretive, mysterious, romantic, candle collector.

Pile 4

(idk i swear this is not Hozier themed, there's just something about him present here)

"imagine being loved by me"

This persoooon omg. So pure hearted. Truly has the best intentions at heart. They literally are sunshine personified. They radiate light, like their smile lights up a room and they always look clean and cheerful. The type of person everyone likes. No one ever dares say anything negative about them and if they do, it's because of jealousy.

They might have a lot of pretty privilege that makes this effect happen. Like if this person was a 6/10 (conventional attractiveness scale) their personality wouldn't be as appreciated. But because they're so beautiful inside and out, it shines through. I'm getting they realize this privilege and it rubs them the wrong way sometimes but they won't fight against it because it's helping them with their goals.

North America, Sweden, Finland, etc, Northern Europe and UK.

Blonde hair, short hair, curly hair, honey hair.

blue eyes, light eyes, almond shaped eyes

Bunny pretty (that one TikTok trend ifykyk), slim, short, cherubin look (if you don't know what that is, think cupid angel type of beauty), white clothes, flowy dresses, short eyelashes, defined jawline, big smile, straight teeth, bunny teeth, cardigans.

Hope it resonates for all of you!!! 💕

#tarot readings #tarot #free readings #tarot blog #free tarot reading #pick a card #tarot pick a card #tarot pick a pile #pick a pile #Spotify

337 notes · View notes

the-dist-ortionist · 1 year

Text

I finished the magnus archives today❗

I love how it was onlt 4 seasons ❗and it ended with a happy marriage between Jon and Martin ❗And Tim came back from his kayaking trip and him and sadha lived happily together and nothing bad ever happened ❗

I am never going to listen to Hawaii PT II without sobbing now

#jonathan sims #the magnus institute #martin blackwood #jmart #jonmartin #timsasha #tim stoker #sasha james #tma #the magnus archives #MAG 200 #AgryeuwuaAHH #Help me i hate you all #this time yesterday i was listening to RQG and ENJOYING MYSELF #Why

295 notes · View notes

amive2567 · 1 year

Text

Ingredients: Shoto Todoroki x gn!Reader, Izuku Midoriya x gn!Reader, Hitoshi Shinsou x gn!Reader

Contains: violence, mention of murder, mention of Stockholm syndrome, illegal gambling, just illegal stuff; don't take notes kiddos, yandere behavior

Type of order: macarons (headcanons), galaxy milkshake (au/ villain Au)

Hitoshi Shinsou:

He's a bounty hunter on the run, but also kinda like robin hood

He killed the rich/villains in the way and gave his money to you or donation organizations

He is always on the run, so he can’t spend his time with you

He doesn't want you to know about his doings, but he always keeps you safe from everyone that wanted to hurt you

Tbh he hid in the dark and snatched those “not so good” people away from you

He works together with the Kurogiri

His mind control was pretty helpful

Winning their trust, controlling them, and boom dead

At the end of the day, he made a lot of money and he would gladly spend it on you

With that, you could live a lavish life

He may be always on the run, but he still visits you about 5 times a week, always in another disguise

He came in for cuddles, dinner dates, or gaming nights

You knew that bringing up his work would only cause arguments, so you just rolled with it

He would kill everyone if it meant keeping you safe and sound

You are the most precious thing in his life

You are the only one who sees him vulnerable

As long as he is by your side, nothing will ever happen to you

Shoto Todoroki:

A corrupted speculator, he started in high school and gambled with the money he stole from his dad.

Online, of course.

He always wins and people were are by his skills

Never lost a bet and earned an immense sum of money

If he won his conqueror would never be seen again

He spends a lot of his money on you, to get you little gifts or flowers

You knew what he does as an earning and you understand it somehow, even though you were anxious at first

but he will protect you at all costs, even if it meant to freeze someone to death

Even though he loved his job, he loved you more, so he spend as much time with you as he could

even though he is feared by most, he is pretty clingy and sweet when he's with you

His job wasn’t always as fun as it sounds, he had to deal with death wishes and gang fights

Due to these circumstances, you had to move now and then

But you didn’t care, you would go everywhere he goes

Izuku Midoriya:

After all, might told him he can't be a hero, he wanted to full fill Akatsuki's dream and jump off the school, but he thought about it one last time

Rage filled him and as he turned around from the building he ran in one for all

OfA gave him a powerful quirk to help him to tear down the hero-society

He wants to have everything under control

He always got ruled over by everyone, and now he rules over everyone

Only kills heroes with bad intentions like endeavor and other fame-hungry heroes

Has an All might hate page, because he crushed his dreams

He helps ofa as a double agent, he feels like he needs to pay him back

Izuku is a Yandere you are his obsession and no one can have you except for him

You can't escape

He will give you everything to satisfy you

Loves you deeply and adores you to the core

If someone harms you he will go feral and extremely protective of you

He creates a sort of Mafia to get the hero-society down

Will fulfill all your needs

New car? No problem

Traveling to Hawaii? He will book the best flight

If the member of the Mafia take a wrong look at you, they are instantly dead, shot in the head in the center hallway of the Mafia

He will take revenge if someone does him wrong

You are the only person to see his caring side

He loves you and you learned to love him to (thanks stockholm syndrome)

286 notes · View notes

ejzah · 2 months

Text

A/N: Happy 5th Anniversary to Kensi and Deeks! I can’t believe five years ago we were wondering if it would ever happen. We’ve got a little bit of fluff, domestic Densi, babies, Rosa, and of course, romance.

This story ignores the fact that Sam is now in Hawaii.

***

Here’s to Five and Many More

When Rosa first met Sam Hanna and G. Callen (it would be a couple months before she heard what the G stood for thanks to Sam’s teasing), she thought they seemed nice, but fairly intimidating. She never imagined that they’d ever consider her their honorary niece, or that she’d feel comfortable to have them over for dinner.

Even more surprising was that they both accepted and didn’t seem fazed when they found out Kensi and Marty wouldn’t be in attendance.

“Have you ever considered opening your own restaurant?” Callen questioned after his first bite of chicken stew.

Rosa dipped her head at the compliment, shrugging. “Thank you. I’m glad you like it. But I think I’ll keep cooking as a hobby for now.” She shifted her weight. “And thank you for coming last minute.”

“Hey, I’ll never say no to a good meal, but something tells me that you didn’t invite us over just to sample your cooking,” Sam observed.

“You’re right, I didn’t,” Rosa admitted, brushing her hair back. “I was wondering if you could help me with something.”

Callen paused with a pepper halfway to his mouth and Sam’s face instantly shifted into something darker.

“Who is he and what did he do?”

“Uncle Sam, it’s nothing like that,” Rosa assured him quickly before he could find some poor and unsuspecting boy. “Steven is still wonderful. It’s not something bad.”

“Ok, but if that changes, I’m a text away, and have no problem lightly abusing my power to make arrests.”

By now, Rosa was fairly used to such offers, so she took it in stride. “Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.” Folding her hands together, she breathed in once, not sure why she felt so nervous. “So, Marty and Kensi’s fifth anniversary is coming soon and I want to plan something special for them,” she explained.

“Yeah, March 17th.” Callen nodded.

“Yes. It’s four weeks away.”

“I want to plan something special for them. It’s been a really exciting year, but also so much has changed, and I know it hasn’t all been easy,” Rosa continued. “Maybe a nice dinner out or even a couple days away. Although I don’t know if Kensi and Marty will want to leave the twins overnight.”

“Hm, it would take some planning to pull off, but it’s possible,” Sam mused.

And don’t worry, I’ve saved some money from my job. All I need is help with the actual scheduling and execution,” Rosa assured him.

“Kid, we’re not making you pay for anything,” Callen interrupted with a roll of his eyes. “Kensi and Deeks would kill us if they found out we let you spend all your money on them.”

“I can afford it,” Rosa said stubbornly, pride getting the better of her.

“But you don’t have to. That money is supposed to be for your needs. Like tuition, and books, and ice cream during finals week ,” Sam told her gently.

Rosa smiled reluctantly at the last part. “Ok. I’m chipping in though since it was my idea.”

“Always so stubborn.”

“Well, it’s a Deeks-Blye trait,” Rosa explained with a self-deprecating shrug. Then more added more earnestly. “Thank you for helping me.”

“Anytime kid.”

***

“Babe, have you seen my breast pump?” Kensi asked, rushing from their bedroom.

“Uh, it’s in the hallway bathroom,” Deeks told her without looking up from wrangling Sophia into a clean onesie. He finished and tucked her under his arm.

Kensi hurried out of the room, coming back with pump and a couple fo bottles.

“Alright, you’re all clean, how about some tummy time?” Sophia made a sighing sound at Deeks’ suggestion, palming at his nose. When he had her settled on her stomach in the middle of a blanket with some toys, he grabbed Caleb.

Roughly three months in, they’d found a rhythm to caring for the twins. It was an exhausting and completely insane rhythm, but it worked for the most part.

“Now we have two clean babies,” Deeks announced, setting Caleb next to his sister. “Which should last anywhere from ten minutes to an hour and a half.”

Kensi laughed wryly from the couch, head flopped back on the cushion as the pump whirred quietly.

“Did Rosa say if she’ll be home for dinner?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Ok, I’m going to start some chicken and broccoli. Maybe potatoes if I’m feeling ambitious,” Deeks replied. Crouching briefly, he tickled each of the twin’s tummies. “Now don’t get into any trouble while I’m out of the room.”

***

Rosa arrived shortly before six with a loaf of crusty bread and a chocolate cake in hand. Deeks accepted both, grateful to have something to round their dinner out.

“¿Cómo están mis hermosos hermanitos y hermanitas?” she asked the twins, getting down on the blanket with them. They cooed happily, Caleb lifting his head higher in excitement. “Mira lo fuerte que eres.”

“I swear Sophia almost rolled onto her side this morning,” Deeks said, responding to the one-sided conversation.

“Isn’t that really early?” Rosa asked.

“It is,” Kensi confirmed. “It’s exciting, but I’m not quite sure I’m ready for them to be mobile yet.”

“Eh, it figures given their mom’s a ninja assassin.” Deeks winked at Kensi, who rolled her eyes.

“And their dad excels at any sport that involves ice or water.”

They held each other’s gaze for several seconds, Kensi’s eyes darkening, until Rosa pointedly cleared her throat.

“Do I need to leave the room?”

“No, no we’re good. Uh, dinner will be ready in five minutes,” he said, moving back into the kitchen. Rosa followed him. “How was your day?”

“It was ok. Do you need any help?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

Leaning against the counter, Rosa watched him put everything on the stovetop and begin dishing out servings.

“My literature class and ethics are always interesting. But I’m regretting taking history more every day.”

“Still unreasonably boring and complicated?” Deeks guessed.

“Yes.” She groaned and rubbed her hands over her face. “I never want to hear about 15th century kings again.”

“Ooh yeah, that’s not fun.” He winced in sympathy. “If you want any help studying, I’m always here. I might ask for payment in the form of baby-holding, but I’m always happy to help or just commiserate.”

Rosa giggled, her entire face brightening. “Thanks, Marty.”

“Any day, Rosalita. You wanna grab the last plate and bread?”

They set everything on the table while Kensi settled the twins in their car seats. Generally one of their toys kept them busy long enough for a quick dinner.

“Before we eat, I have something for both of you,” Rosa spoke up, pulling a gift out of her bag. “Happy Anniversary.”

“Oh, thank you, Rosa.” Kensi took the package, which was about dinner plate sized and based on the way her hands dipped, heavier than anticipated. She started peeling at the tape holding the paper together. Whatever it was, Deeks knew it would be creative; he’d learned very quickly that Rosa gifted from the heart and usually with her artistic side in mind.

“I know it’s not for a couple more days, but I wanted to give it to you early. I hope you like it.”

“Oh my god, this is gorgeous,” Kensi gasped as she let the wrapping paper fall away. She ran her fingers over the smooth mahogany stained wood. Across the front surface two raccoons with their noses pressed together were engraved in the very middle, set against a backdrop of trees.

“I know it might be kind of silly—”

“No, it’s perfect,” Deeks interrupted, glancing up from the gift. He held out an arm, pulling her into his side. Kensi wrapped her free arm around Rosa too. “Thanks you so much.”

“It’s really beautiful.”

“Actually, it’s not your only gift. Did you have any specific plans for your anniversary?”

“Uh, dinner here, and then falling asleep to Titanic?” Deeks suggested. He did have a gift for Kensi, but the last few months had taught them that planning for outings were best left flexible and without too much expectation.

“Why, did you have something else in mind?” Kensi asked.

Rosa folded her hands together, looking unusually timid. “Uncle Callen and Sam and I might have orchestrated a little surprise. We made reservations for you at your favorite sushi restaurant and then booked an Air BnB nearby for two days.”

“Rosa…” Kensi shook her head, and Rosa hurried to explain,

“You don’t have to stay overnight if you don’t want to be away from Caleb and Sophia that long, but I thought it would be nice for you to get away for a little bit.”

Deeks pressed his lips together, feeling the prick of tears building behind his eyes, overwhelmed by Rosa’s love for them.

“Rosa, that is so incredibly generous of you,” Kensi said, hugging her again.

“You deserve a break,” Rosa said simply, as if it wasn’t a big deal. Her excitement growing, she dove back into her backpack, and came back with a large envelope. “This has all the plans and reservations. If you do decide to go, Sam and I will take turns watching Sophia and Caleb.”

“That’s asking an awful lot of you.”

“You didn’t ask me to do anything,” she pointed out. “I’m offering, and I want to.”

“Man, we sure are lucky. Thank you,” Deeks murmured, pressing a kiss to Rosa’s forehead.

“Like you said, any time.”

***

“That was phenomenal,” Kensi sighed, dropping onto the bed in the master bedroom of their Air BnB with a graceless flop. She’d forgotten what it was like to enjoy a meal without any interruptions, to hold a conversation that didn’t involve at least one break for a diaper change or feeding. Of course she missed Caleb and Sophia, but she couldn’t deny the reprieve was nice. “But I might die.”

She looked up at Deeks, who had come in more slowly with their few bags. He grinned, tugging the first couple buttons of his shirt open. For once, he’d dressed up, choosing a deep blue shirt that matched her dress. He looked amazing, but she knew he was probably dying to get into something more casual.

“I’m saying nothing,” he said, though his smug grin pretty much said it for him.

“I know, I know. I shouldn’t have had that last spicy California. It was just too good.” Sighing, she rolled onto her side, patting the spot next to her, and held out her hand invitingly. “Come join me.”

“I should put our stuff away while I’m up.” He didn’t sound too certain about it though.

“You don’t always have to be so responsible,” Kensi teased. “C’mon, it’ll wait for a few minutes.”

Giving in, Deeks dropped the shirt he’d just pulled out of his suitcase, and slid onto the mattress next to her. He let out a contented groan as he sank into the thick quilt.

“Just a few minutes,” he repeated. They were both asleep in thirty seconds.

***

Kensi woke up with her nose buried in Deeks’ chest, arms loosely wrapped around her back. Untangling her arms, she stretched them above her head, her spine cracking as she arched her back. She felt better rested than she had in months.

“So much for just a few minutes,” Deeks muttered, eyes still closed.

“I think that was the best nap I’ve ever had,” Kensi said. She studied Deeks’ features, brushing back the pieces of hair that had grown more unruly in sleep. He leaned into her touch, one corner of his mouth lifting when she trailed her fingers down his cheeks and neck.

Scooting closer, Kensi pressed her lips to the warm tan skin left exposed by his open shirt. His hand tightened on her back, pulling her that much closer.

“Mm. I��m suddenly wide awake,” he drawled. Kensi pulled back enough to see his eyes were now open and slightly hazed with desire rather than sleep. He cupped the back of her neck, gently guiding her mouth to his.

They’d barely had any times to themselves, let alone the energy to consider sex since the twins were born, but suddenly the desire came back in full force.

Kensi dropped her hands to the front of his shirt, fingers scrabbling over the buttons and to tug the material free from his pants.

“Woah, and here I thought I got lucky with the nap.” Deeks gasped in between kisses.

“Oh, you’re about to get a whole lot more lucky,” Kensi promised, not caring how cheesy it sounded. She rolled Deeks onto his back, crawling up the length of his body, and then settling across his thighs. Hovering over him, she stared down at his flushed face, loving everything about him. “Happy Anniversary, baby.”

Deeks pulled her back to him, and they spent the next few hours making a very enjoyable anniversary.

#ncis la fanfiction #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #Rosa #Sam and Callen #densi twins #fluff #romance #happy fifth anniversary Kensi and Deeks #anniversary fic #ejzah fanfiction

30 notes · View notes

yellowhollyhock · 2 months

Text

early morning, day 14

nightwatcher raph

He had a routine that was working pretty well. As long as he was headed home by 4 am, he’d be safely in bed and by all appearances asleep before Donnie was up making breakfast.

Donnie’s breakfasts were horrible—he knew just enough about nutrition to put way too many elements into one meal, and absolutely nothing about flavor. But Mikey’s gigs were usually in the evenings, so it was hard for him to get up early. He’d make a big lunch and save the leftovers for dinner. Raph should’ve really been making dinners while Mikey covered lunch, but that would require having Donnie’s eyes on him in the evenings. He was already playing it risky. Better just let them think he was a bum.

Some mornings—like this one, when the streets were quiet—which only ever happened thanks to him—he’d head back early and do what he could.

The challenge was, he didn’t necessarily want them to know he’d been cleaning. He tried to do things quietly that Mikey would assume Donnie did and Donnie would assume Master Splinter did. Wiped down counters, dusted the living room, took out the trash.

They needed to vacuum, bad, but he couldn’t really do that without waking anyone.

So, he changed the vacuum bag and cleaned out the brushes. He was trying to decide if he should leave it out or not; on the one hand, it was evidence, but on the other hand, it was more likely to get vacuumed if the thing was right in their way.

When had they all gotten so burnt out? Had Leo really been pulling that much of the housework?

“Thanks for doing that.”

Raph startled, glancing between the exhausted form of his brother and the oven clock declaring 4:57. He refocused on his task, clenching his jaw in irritation.

“Donnie. What are you doing up?”

Instead of answering right away, Donnie padded towards him, sliding out a kitchen chair and settling down to watch him work.

“Gotta make breakfast soon.” He gestured at the vacuum, “Meant to get to that.”

Raph grunted and refused to look up. As the minutes ticked by in silence, he started to get antsy.

“What are you watching me for?”

“You don’t know that I’m watching you. You’re not even looking.”

Raph glanced up, and found Donnie was in fact staring, almost mesmerized, at the inside of the vacuum. In other words, he was watching him.

“You just waiting for me to mess up?”

“I don’t know how you could mess up cleaning out a vacuum.”

“Yeah, well—what are you doing up so early?”

This time, Raph looked at him. Looked hard, at the circles under his eyes, the slump in his shoulders, and most of all, the way he turned out to be just as shy about eye contact as Raph was.

“We got a letter from Leo yesterday.”

Raph’s heart sank. It should be a huge relief, but something in his brother’s fragile tone suggested otherwise. “Oh?”

“He sent it from Hawaii, but he said he wasn’t staying long. He’s probably headed to South America. Wasn’t too detailed, but at least we know he’s alive.”

Raph clicked the vacuum back together. “Anything about being late?”

“Nope. Which for me pretty much confirms he just lost track of time.”

“By two months?” Raph sneered, startling himself with the venom in his voice. It wasn’t Donnie’s fault. He needed to calm down.

It was a bit infuriating when his companion just shrugged. “He’s been through different timezones, and it’s not like he has a calendar. I’m sure we’ll see him soon.”

“Yeah. Right.” Raph couldn’t begin to explain the twisting feeling in his gut. He could find a post office, but not a calendar? Donnie might he ready to accept excuses, but Raph wasn’t.

He finished winding the cord back up, and hesitated.

“You can leave it out,” Donnie said softly. “I’ll vacuum later.”

He wanted to take that as an invitation to retreat to his room. But he could see his brother’s mind working, and he couldn’t really just leave.

He wasn’t like Leo.

He took the seat across from Donnie, and waited.

“Yesterday,” Donnie’s tone was deceitfully matter-of-fact, “Mikey asked me if I thought Leo was staying away on purpose.”

He glanced up to see Raph’s reaction, and he tried to give none. He didn’t do too well; he couldn’t help a scowl. “What’d you tell him?”

Donnie traced one of the table legs with his finger. “I told him I didn’t think so.”

Raph shifted in his seat, leaning across the table. “What do you think happened?” He really tried to make it a question and not a snarl. Just because he’d given up on Leo didn’t mean his brothers had to.

Donnie finally looked him straight in the eye. “I told Mikey that our brothers would never leave us. That we’re a family, we’ve only ever had each other, and as long as we possibly can be here, we would be.”

Raph narrowed his eyes, refusing to hear the reprimand. “And?”

Donnie sighed. “And that Leo probably just lost track of time.”

He snorted and rolled his eyes, turning only just away to hide, even though it must have still been obvious, that he was crying. “How long is that excuse gonna last?”

There was a long, hard silence between them. Then, like a final judgment, his brother’s soft tone ended the conversation.

“Usually until about 5:15. What do you want on your omelettes, Raph?”

He had to adjust his routine after that. He didn’t know what Donnie thought he was doing, but he clearly wasn’t buying sleeping all the time. He would have to come back a little earlier, make sure not to be caught like that again.

He didn’t know at the time that he’d need to keep it up for another ten months.

#tmnt #tmnt 2007 #2007 donnie #2007 raph #march for raph #yellow writes

10 notes · View notes

therealtruthalways · 5 months

Text

Full 10 Min Report, Experts CONFIRM Barack Obama Birth Certificate is FAKE

Obama’s Presidency Was A Fraud & Has “9 Points Of Forgery” Everything Obama Did Should Be Undone

“Today you're going to hear lots of information that some of you are going to understand and going to be able to tell the true story. In fact, please know that this is a very technical, but the evidence is clear if you'll pay attention. Please note you're going to hear about two separate experts. These experts are two separate continents with no knowledge of each other and they draw similar conclusions. Again, that said, I know some of you are going to get this story and are going to tell the story the way it was.”

—- “We and anyone else who dared to question the document have been the line falsely labeled grossly criticized in the bulk of the media on certain internet sources for years. Today we're going to set the record straight. I believe you will be shocked by what you hear and see today.”

—- “Like the sheriff just told you, when you conduct criminal investigations, you have to let the evidence lead you. You never lead the evidence. And in doing this, my motive was to clear the document. Because to be quite honest with you, I didn't believe it. I didn't believe this was possible. I didn't think this would ever happen in this nation. I didn't believe it.”

— “Back in 2012, I told you about Reed Hayes, a document examiner. Let me tell you about Reed Hayes, a man with 40 years, since 1974, 40 plus years of experience in examining forensic document, handwriting, a man who's well respected in his expertise, a court recognized expert, a document examiner. He is the man you go to when somebody gives you a bad check with a bad signature. This is the guy you run to. — Mr. Hayes told me right off the bat, I'm an Obama supporter. I voted for him twice. He goes, and I will never do anything to hurt the President of the United States. What I had said to him was, Reed, I am not asking you to hurt the President of the United States. I'm asking you to take a look at this document and clear it and tell me there's nothing wrong with it. Would you at least do that? And he took a look at it. And when he called me back, he told me, Mike.”

“I can't clear this, there's something wrong with it."

And I asked him, I said, Reed, would you continue? I said, I know your position, but would you continue? And his answer to me was, this is what I do. I'll look at it, I'll do it. That's a man of integrity, respecting what his ability is to get to the truth. Because for Sheriff Apoyo and myself, this was never about Barack Obama. This is about a document. You take that document and you remove the name, Barack Hussein Obama, and put your name on there. If it was your document and it was brought to us, we would do the same thing with this document.”

— You are looking at two long-form birth certificates from the state of Hawaii. According to the dates on the certificates, these births took place in Honolulu during the month of August of 1961, just 16 days apart. The birth certificate on the left belongs to Barack Obama. The birth certificate on the right belongs to Johanna Ane.

After five years of intense investigation, which included consultation with one of America's most respected forensic document examiners, and a team of European media forensic experts, the Maricopa County Sheriff's Office has reached a conclusion utilizing forensic techniques both old and new. It is the opinion of the Maricopa County Sheriff's Office that the birth certificate on your right, belonging to Johanna Ani, was in fact used as a source document in the digital creation of Barack Obama's long-form birth certificate.

Nine points of forgery in which words, letters, and hand-placed date stamps have been digitally copied from the Adneid long-form birth certificate and pasted onto Obama's long-form birth certificate”

They COULD NOT clear the document. Much more info in this video if you watch it all

13 notes · View notes

wintercherryblossomsstuff · 4 months

Text

WORST KISS EVER

Summary: lunch break offers conversations about worst kisses

Warnings: nothing (only my ugly writing probably)

Word count: 1k

~~~•~~~•~~~•~~~•~~~•~~~•~~~•~~~•~~~•~~~•~~~•~~~•~~~

Finding myself eating shrimps for lunch has become quite the habit for me since I’ve started to work at the Five-O. Not that I mind, Kamekona’s ability to put those little commas in every dish and make it taste amazing is outstanding.

I transferred to Hawaii a little over a year ago, after my previous team was dismembered. Originally I had to get into HPD, but my curriculum caught the attention of the governor who presented me to Commander Mcgarrett… from that point after my life completely changed.

Working in the Hawaiian finest task force has been a blast… literally. It has been fun and, after so long, I finally feel like I've found Family; I also get blown up or shot at almost daily, but that’s beside the point and every time it feels like a little “get closer” moment. That’s what happens when you work with those five people. It’s almost like they attract bombs and bullets.

Somehow, the picnic tables at the truck always end up being witnesses to the most unhinged conversations between me, Danny, Kono, Chin, Lou, sometimes even Kamekona himself and Steve… today the topic, rigorously picked by Kono, is our first kiss.

“Oh, come on! It can not have been that bad!” that’s what she said, to which i replied “Kono, believe me…. It was, like, really bad”. I can't help but laugh at the memory. “In our defense, we were inexperienced teenagers, but still… it was bad and not even because we didn’t know how to kiss, but because the atmosphere and location were awful.” It was stupid of me to think that this would have been a good enough explanation for my nosey friends, in fact i shouldn’t have said a thing to begin with because now they will pester me till i don’t tell them every single detail.

“Surely you can go into more depth about it, no?” Lou chimes in with his usual sarcastic and witty tone, wiggling his eyebrows as everyone nods their heads in agreement. I roll my eyes and mutter to myself “I need to learn and shut my damn mouth”; after a moment of silence I sigh “it was during a game of truth or dare when I was a sophomore in high school, while on a school trip to a ranch.” “There are so many things in what you just said that sound so wrong, but please… continue.” I stick my tongue out at Danny after he, of course, comments on what I just said. “Anyways…you know how it goes. The same, overplayed movie cliche: I pick dare so I have to kiss the person I think is hot in the room. It was a disaster. We didn’t know how to kiss and we were in a stable, in front of everyone else and there was also a very strong smell of shit,” I explain “would not recommend.” Laughs erupt, obviously. “You could say it was a shitty situation.” “I'll pretend like I didn't hear that, Chin.” Seriously, that was a lame joke, but I can't help the chuckle escaping my mouth because, considering everything… it was, indeed, a shitty moment and the joke was just begging to be said.

At the end of our lunch break I stay behind to clean up, I hate to leave a mess for other people to clean. I guess that the few years of serving at restaurants in my teens really left an impact. Staying behind, though, gives me the opportunity to talk to Steve: “you have a habit, you know that?” “What habit?” he replies a bit confused as he puts the beer bottles in the trash. “You observe people having fun, more than you actually join in the conversation… you tend to do that quite a lot.” Looking at him, I just smile softly. He looks like a big tough guy, but he’s really a big softy. That’s one of the reasons why it was impossible for me not to fall for him. Steve always avoids sharing his feeling, what he doesn’t realize is that he has certain habits that show how he's really feeling and what is going through his head; some are more obvious than others: passing his hand on his chin when he’s mad, clenching his teeth when he’s irritated but can’t say anything or arching an eyebrow when he’s confused or he’s judging you… others are a little harder to identify because they are not something we all do:: him looking at the people that he loves having fun and smiling to himself being the first one. He’s not the type of guy to sit down with you and have a heart-to-heart conversation with you, but he will call you up and invite you out to do anything, just to distract you from whatever you have going on and he will remember everything that you told him about, even the smallest detail.

“I just like to see other people have fun, you know…” he shrugs. “Yeah…” I start “well, how about your worst kiss?” I ask, as we walk to his truck, ready to get back to work. “Oh man…” The cryptic response makes me chuckle. “Oh come on, it can’t be worse than mine…” Both the passenger and driver doors are closed shut. “I mean… we went to my house after the date and we were having fun, till my dad got back home earlier from work and found us making out on the couch. It was pretty embarrassing and then I had to listen to my dad giving me the talk…” “ow, that’s- yeah…" I raise my eyebrows and tilt my head as he starts the engine, driving then towards the Ali’iolani Hale palace.

When the car comes to a stop and we exit it walking toward the entrance, getting a message from Kono about a pretty big twist in the case we are working on, that leaves us rushing to the office and impatient to catch another criminal.

~~~•~~~•~~~•~~~•~~~•~~~•~~~•~~~•~~~•~~~•~~~•~~~•~~~

Author: thank you @mayberrycryptid for the prompt idea💕. I hope you and everyone else that read it like it. Also let me know your thoughts. I had fun writing it!

#chin ho kelly #danny williams #fanfiction #hawaii five 0 #kono kalakaua #steve mcgarrett #fanfic #Hawaii Five-0 fanfiction

7 notes · View notes

ivan-fyodorovich-k · 9 months

Text

As I now read that the state or federal government intentionally murdered dozens of people with a wildfire in Hawaii, I am once again wondering whether there is such a thing as a natural disaster or a genuine catastrophe in the minds of terminally online people who think everything was done by Them

And like

Every single time? Nothing bad has ever just happened? And it’s never incompetence or neglect? It’s always malice? It’s always because They planned it?

#the scrappy True Narrative is always almost exactly the same shit too #it’s like it’s written out of a script #if I didn’t know so many of them personally I’d almost think that the conspiracy narratives were damage control from the government #trying to hide the fact that they’re actually indifferent and incompetent because saying they planned it all at least projects power #and the point isn’t that the government is always perfectly transparent and nothing suspicious ever happens #because obviously the government lies constantly and the official narrative is going to be unreliable #and new details will emerge #and things will look different in retrospect #it’s just the confidence #the bitter and utterly trenchant and completely intensely and apoplectically self-assured confidence #that you always just immediately Know what Really Happened #and it’s always the same story

13 notes · View notes

spnfanficpond · 6 months

Text

Weekly Pond Newsletter

The third "airaversary" of the last episode of the show is coming up, and here at the Pond, we're working hard to stay in denial about that! Nothing on Supernatural ever really dies, and since Supernatural happened on Supernatural, we figure that goes doubly hard for the show! So, everything's fine! We're fine! It's all fine!!

Old Business:

Secret Santa 2023 - Signups are open! If you like to both give and receive fabulous fanfics, then this fic exchange is right up your alley. You fill out the form, and we match you up with someone compatible with you based on your and their answers. Click here for more info on how to get involved! Click here to see last year’s masterlist!

October's Angel Fish Awards - The post finally went up! Click here to see all the fabulous fics that were nominated! Remember, we accept nominations all the time, but the deadline for entries into the raffle is the end of each month. Click here for details about how to participate!

SPN Rewatch: Fanfic Edition - We had another great chat, this time about episodes 1.05 Bloody Mary and 1.06 Skin. We also added a few new thematic docs to The Archive, like Dean is a giant nerd and No chick-flick moments. Links to thematic docs are at the bottom of the masterlist! (Some of the new docs are still under construction, but help with construction is always welcome! All of the docs in the Archive are set in suggestion mode so anyone can add to them!)

Last week's #TweetFicTues prompts -

New Business:

Fishing For Treasures - Next weekend is FFT weekend here at the Pond! November's theme is Gen fics! No romance here! Fics can have pairings, but the main plot of the story can not be the romantic relationship of the pairing. Click here for more information!

#CreationHON - Next weekend is also the Hawaii convention weekend! If you're attending the convention and want to find fellow Pondies to meet up with, we have a channel for that in our Discord server!

Expanding our reach -

We've heard the rumblings about Automattic stopping all but maintenance services to Tumblr and how this will spell the end of the Tumblr platform. We've also been very aware that Twitter is also dying, it's just taking its sweet time about it. Since these and our Discord server are the only platforms we're on, it seems like we might need to branch out to another platform. Please fill out this super short survey to let us know what other platforms you use and what platform you think might be best for us. We will stay on Tumblr until the lights go out, but it's never a bad idea to have a backup. Let us know what you think!

(Divider by @glygriffe!)

That's all for this week! To see all Pond events, and also other SPN-related things like conventions and online concerts, check out our Google calendar! Click here for a static view in Eastern US/Canada time (desktop only, no mobile app access, sadly), and click here to add our calendar to your own Google calendar! We try to keep it as up to date as possible. If there's something you want to see on the calendar that's not there (maybe a convention we missed, or cast birthdays, or something similar), send us an ASK and let us know!

Hope you have a great week! - From your Admins and Manta Rays, @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @katbratsupernaturalwhore and @heavenssexiestangel!

8 notes · View notes

xiejie-liubo · 7 months

Text

Autumn Obscurum

Created for @deancashorrorfest !!!

fic: @xiejie-liubo

art: @hawaii-shirt-queer

Rating: M

WC: 23K

Tags: 1950s, carnival, horror, teen destiel, inspired by Ray Bradbury's Something Wicked This Way Comes, maggots, panic, demonic pacts, spoilers in the next tags, bad ending, drag me to hell style ending, nobody dies per se, but the boys don't fare too well in the end, no HEA

Summary: Bartholomew's Bend is a quiet, ordinary place where ordinary people live their ordinary lives. Nothing of note ever happens, and all of the citizens are content to keep it that way. However, their tranquility is shattered when a series of disappearances startles the town's denizens, coinciding with the arrival of the Carnivale Obscurum and its proprietors, Asmodeus and Sands.

Inspired by Ray Bradbury's Something Wicked This Way Comes

link to fic

link to art

#deancashorrorfest #destiel #hawaii-shirt-queer #xiejie-liubo

5 notes · View notes

jellogram · 1 month

Text

My most toxic trait is being completely unable to sympathize when people complain about housing prices in other places like. I can never ever live in my home state again. Not even in the stupid small town part of San Diego that I grew up in, where there is nothing to do. Unless I live with my parents, I will never be able to live within 5-6 hours drive of my family for as long as I live. My brother makes well over six figures there and has roommates and will never own a house either.

I know it's all relative and I should be able to commiserate instead of playing pain olympics but when I hear people complain about $1500 studios I want to scream and rip out my hair. Studios in the building I could afford just a few years ago are now $2500.

"But your minimum wage is higher!" Yes and so are our taxes. I lose 1/5th of my paycheck every month just to the state taxes and I'm already getting paid below minimum wage before taxes. They do not care if you are making very little money, they will tax the shit out of you anyway and then deny you for social programs. I cannot afford a studio apartment anywhere in the state and they still think I'm too rich for medi-cal.

Every time someone tries to go "Well it's bad everywhere!" Yes I know. But you cannot sit there and tell me that California is not way, way worse than nearly every other place in the country aside from a couple places like NYC or Hawaii. "So go live somewhere cheaper!!" Yeah!! I do!! But I don't think I'm out of line for complaining that I can never live within 5-6 hours drive of my family ever again.

I cannot stress enough how uninhabitable that state has become.

It's all relative and I am being a toxic little competitive baby about it. But this is what happens to you when you start seeing $5 gas and thinking "Hey, that's not so bad!" I have BRAIN ROT.

#sorry for ranting you can ignore me #please for the love of god do not come in here and tell me that it's bad where you live too #i know it is. i believe you #that doesn't change the fact that california is worse than 99% of the US #just let me be whiny baby ok

2 notes · View notes

jackienautism · 9 months

Text

that sibling post erupted something within me actually sorry

vent

i was feeling soo much worse lik 10 minites ago but the feeling still lingers esp thinking abt how my brother is going to be moving out (most likely) for college next yuear and its just auuhg..bauuuhghh...

i want to get out of here so fucking much. i understand that i have it FAR FROM the worst but good god. good fucking god. i camntt take this shit anymore. all my friends from highschool dont gaf anymore. everyone is moving on without me. even if they say theyll keeo in touch they never actualyl fucking do. im just stuck here. im stuck. im forever stuck in this fuckass town int hsi fuckass house. i just want ot get the fuck out of here

but i CANT bc i cant drive and im so dependent on my parents still. i dont think id physically be able to move out and leave and live on ym own. i just dont think i can. id fucking just die. college isnt a n option for me. my mental health dropped so fucking low my senior year and in college my grades will actualyl mean something again. and i just cant let that happen. i cant. i cant let my depression ge tin the way of something so important. but the thing is. nothing is getting better. inm still in the sam eplace i was how ever many years ago and im tired. im so tired.

im just. im so doomed.i m doomed in everything i do. i wont be ableto live on my own. and i wont be able to drive. and if i did? i dont want to an intrusrive thought or urge or whatever to overtake my body adn get myself or someone else killed. i just can't. i cant do it. but in order to actually fucking live i need to drive and im so fucking tired. esp in the place i lvie now. in order to do literally anything i need to drive. and everyone on the road is so goddamn mean over here. my anxiety would just hinder me if something else doesnt

i just. i want to move ot hawaii w/ my grandparrents or around my grandparetns so fucking bad. i just need to get away from this place. i need to get out of here. i need to get out.

i need to get away from the place ive waasted 20 years of my life. i need a new start. i dont have anything here anymore. i dont fucking care if i leave some friends behind. theyll live. and besides. theyve been doing a pretty damn fine without me anyway. my job just tires me the fuck out. i dont care for this fucking town. all ive ever felt was out of place. atlteast in hawaii ill feel like a belong that much more. but even then. being mixed white and all. ill still feel it. but its much better than being fucking here.

i just want ot leave this town behind. to leave everything i once calledhome behind. bc it never actually felt like a home.

i just wan tot move. i want to get thr fuck out o fhere.

i feel like im never goignt o get out of this place. and yet my brother can. and will. and im just. i cant. i cant.

#mine #text #death mention #suicide mention #sort of #vents #im so tired

6 notes · View notes

kingkennny10 · 10 months

Text

Please Please Please

SP Apocalypse AU

Pt. 2 Safe Space

gotta have a good established background, you gotta know what their lives were like before right? i love nickels, hes based off my real life cat, cept his name aint nickels, i love butters an kennys friendship in this, almost as much as the next friendship ill post after this.

cw! talks of abuse! blood! bad parenting in general 🤷

Maybe like a year and a half after we graduated, Butters parents signed over their house to butters and moved to Hawaii for “retirement”. I remember the night after they left he called me in a panic tellin’ me how worried he was about livin’ alone, an how he doesn’t know how to own a house. I had to come over an help him figure out a plan to pay for everything. The house was all his, nothin’ to pay for except property tax once a year which covered sewage and lastly electric. After he heard that he calmed down a lot. The rest of the week he was still a mess, so I would stay over on random days. On his pay day that week we went food shopping which was the happiest I’d seen him all week.

Me being at his house was nothing out of the ordinary from then on, after a month he ended up helpin’ me find a stable job in town, he got me a congratulations gift. It was the most beautiful butterfly knife I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Silver blade and hinges an the rest is black, it’s the coolest damn thing I own. Towards the end of that year I kept getting into real bad fights with my parents, they’d kick me out an I’d go stay with Butters. Usually after being away for 2 days they’d ask me to come back, which i always did. Until Butters asked me to move in with him.

Butters woke up to knocking on his front door, he fell asleep on the sofa watching some random late night tv show. Checking the time he seen it was close to 1:30 in the morning. Getting up he mentally prepared by telling himself, ‘it’s either Ken or the police.’ Hoping its the former he opened his door wide. It was Kenny, he pulled the hoodie from his head. Butters quickly noticed the blood coming from his nose and his left eye which was partially swollen shut and starting to bruise.

“Ken oh my gosh! What the heck happened!?” Butters questioned standing out of the way to let his friend in and out of the cold. He closed and locked the door behind him and darted off to the kitchen to grab some paper towels and an ice pack from the freezer. Kenny pulled his hoodie off fully and took his sneakers off at the door then made his way to sit on the couch.

“I got into it real bad with my dad. Got thrown out again.” Butters came back and tossed the small ice pack to Kenny and sat next to him starting to wipe the blood with the paper towels. “I’m just glad Karen wasn’t there to see it.” Ken let a sad chuckle leave from him. Butters could only frown in response.

“Ken you need to get outta there, you can’t keep goin back and lettin’ this happen to ya.” Butters said and gave the paper towels to Kenny. “Just come move in with me.” Kenny’s eyes widened and he quickly began to look over his friends features carefully.

“You’re serious?” Kenny asked shoving paper towels up his nose. Butters simply nodded. “I- Leo, I don’t know if i could do that. . .” Kenny trailed off, seeming to weigh his options.

“If it’s Karen you’re worried about she can come too. You work too so we can definitely have enough food on the table for all of us!” Butters made a very convincing point, but kenny just shook his head. “What?” Leo asked confused at Kenny’s response.

“She isn’t the one with the problems in that house, the fights would just move here cause she’s their princess.” Kenny explained, Butters began to rub his knuckles together thinking there was nothing he could do to help. “I hate to leave her but I just can’t do it no more, I can’t keep fighting with them anymore.” Kenny said and Butters jumped up excitedly causing Kenny to laugh at him.

“WE’RE ROOMMATES!!” Butters yelled from excitement. Kenny just kept laughing. “You better tell Karen she can come visit as much as she wants, she’s my lil sister too y’know.” Kenny had a big smile plastered on his face as his friend spoke. “She can even have her own key if she wants!” Butters added. Kenny’s eyes widened.

“Don’t say that, she’ll eat us out of house an home if you let her.” This time Butters cracked up at his words. “Alright, I’m assuming I’m takin my usual room then?” It was a rhetorical question but Butters took it completely serious.

“Well if you want the master you can have it, I don’t mind.” Butters smiled at Kenny sitting back down on the couch.

“No, no, no ai was just saying, you can keep the masters Leo, this is your house!” Kenny laughed and Butters shrugged.

“Maybe we can just get a bunk bed and share, then make the other room to a gaming room!” Butters Happily said, his eyes were practically sparkling at the idea. Kenny was just happy that his friend was happy.

After I moved in with Butters everything became smooth, I was free, no more fighting, just having fun with my best friend. We even got a cat together, he was a bad ass cat. We saw him roaming the neighborhood, Butters didn’t want him so I made it my mission to convince him. Eventually i did, when I told him his name it changed his whole look on him. His name was Nickels.

“BUTTERS LOOK WHO I BROUGHT HOME!” Kenny yelled shutting the door behind him as he came in. He kicked off his shoes and walked towards the kitchen where Butters was cooking some dinner. “Look look look!!”

“What? OH MY GOSH! Ken how did you catch it!?” Butters asked confused and shocked at the same time that there was a cat in the house. “We can’t keep it Ken, it’ll tear up the house!” Kenny exaggerated a pout and held the cat out to Butters. He reluctantly grabbed the cat from him looking into its yellow eyes. “It sure is pretty but Kenny we can’t just grab cats off the street, what if it belongs to someone?” Kenny crossed his arms and looked at Butters again.

“One, hes been roaming the streets for like a week, two, who cares he’s mine now, three, i already named him and he loves me!” Kenny said holding a finger out for each point and then grabbed the cat back. “Wanna know his name?” Kenny asked petting under the cats chin making him purr. Butters eyes softened hearing the cat purr and lean into Kennys hand.

“Yes.” Butters said quietly trying to hide his growing excitement for the adorable grey cat in his friends arms. Kenny giggled and held the cat closer.

“His name is nickels!” Kenny said happily with more childish giggles of excitement. Butters reached his hand over letting nickels sniff him and then began scratching under his chin hearing him purr more.

“I’m convinced, give me my son.” Butters said and reached around the cat to steal him from Kenny. He giggled as nickels rubbed his head under his chin reaching his paws over Butters shoulder.

“I’m glad you love him cause I already bought all his stuff on the way home.” Butters didn’t catch what Kenny said, he was too busy swaying around with nickels falling asleep in his arms.

Sometimes I wonder if I could’ve saved them both, what if I didn’t go. But then I think about how I wouldn’t have made it here with you two. I couldn’t trade you both for anything else.

here we go, your Wednesday post!! i love karen in px3 shes so chaotic yet sweet ☺️ also i really love nickels, enjoy him while you can!! my other favorite character will be in the next chapter, hes just a hilarious lil dude

#south park #kenny mccormick #south park kenny #butters stotch #sp butters #south park x reader #poly!stenny x reader #px3 #please x3 #apocalypse au

14 notes · View notes