#knd father imagine

[the-s1lly-corner]

what if father from hit show kids next door had a beach episode with reader. what's going on with him and his delightful children at the beach

Father and Delightfuls x reader but its a beach episode

just in time for summer!! hell yeah lets go!! YIPEE!!! maybe ill doodle some summer related art before august ends... maybe i wont... only time will tell! notes: reader is gn, fathers part can be seen as romantic or platonic, delightfuls part is purely platonic, beach shenanigans! cws: none

FATHER

its like a little mini vacation getaway! if all goes according to plan its quiet pleasant, actually... assuming theres nothing to put him in a sour mood

hes not very much interested in swimming or playing games, hes more likely to just lay in the shade and relax! you might be able to convince him to walk around with you!

can definitely see him being more into just checking out shops and vibing rather than being confined to the shore

hes totally loaded so expect to go to some fancy beach somewhere with some nice hotel to boot

1000% wears those floral swim trunks all dads seem to own; alternatively i can see him wear those striped one piece suits.. ponders

HATES sand though

debating on whether or not he can get sunburnt in his shadow form... like does it just protect his skin ooooor?

lets you give him sunscreen as a precaution

DELIGHTFULS

they would destroy someones sand castle its so comically evil and harmless but i can definitely see the knd (or even them!) blowing it out of proportion

on the flip side i can see them building their own sand castle but putting waaaaay too much effort into it

or they might just make a bunch of the other kids build it for them... they literally hold people captive for their birthdays... i can see it...

usually i tend to group them as one unit but some of them definitely burn worse than the others... horrid at least one of them is going to be bright red

war ensues if someone from a knd sector is also there, things get tense very fast

generally behave well enough when youre around if youre not a villain, if you are they dont really care all that much

oh they probably would try to convince you to confront someone if their plans blow up in their face, under the guise that they're the ones who were done wrong

like i love writing day to day stuff for these characters but theyre manipulative and evil too LMAO

[kidsnextdoor-doodles]

Do you ever think about Sector Z’s real families? Because I do

[totallynoteggos]

Lol here’s a thingy with a delightfulized! Teen!(y/n)

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Mrs. Dickson: wow! I can’t believe your daughters and my darling boy are such good friends!

Mr Lincoln: yeah cree talks about her all the time

Father: oh how wonderful

Meanwhile (y/n) Chad and Cree in the game room

Chad: wait- no- stop! I’m sorry! HAHAHAAH

Cree: WOO! get ‘em girl!

Delightfulized (Y/n): *goblin mode activated* HAHAHAHAH THIS IS THE MOST FUN IVE HAD IN YEARS

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[torra-and-the-toons]

The credit sequence of D.I.A.P.E.R. is so funny, I can't 😂😂

[ravenpoefan]

[kommandonuovidiavoli]

If the teens and adult devisions have always been a thing, how come Cree in HISTORIE TWO AU time does not know about them?

(Not trying to trip you up. Just wondering if you want to explain or retcon anything with her in regards to your cannon).

Foolish anon, I have all answers... and if I don't, I'll figure something out on the spot and use glitter glue and gum to tie all up together!

ANYWAY YES, why doesn't Cree know about TND and Adult division? Simple: she doesn't even know they are a thing, just like the rest of KND operatives or any other villain. Not even Father knows they are a thing, that's how good Monty and his successors are at hiding them!

All Father knows is that Monty was trying to stop people from joining his side, but that's it. He suspected he had something going on since he still had his KND memories, but he doesnt even understand how big it was!

No one suspected that Chad and other teens were TND secret spy operatives, not even Cree, or she wouldn't have even thought of helping Chad in first place. TND and Adult Division members are even more trained in hiding their identities to everyone, especially KND operatives.

The only people who know about them are Soopreme Leaders, and they get either moved to TND and then AD or decommissioned. No in-between.

Abby was trusted with the info because she's very clever, but can you imagine if any other Sector V member finds out??

They need to keep their identity unknown. Especially to the Galactics...

[goofs-and-readers]

This is probably a lil different, but would you be willing to do headcanons on KND's Cuppa Joe? Headcanons surrounding him suddenly a father to a baby. That's all. Just cutesy parenting shenanigans of everyone's fav coffee guy. Only if possible, please and thank you!

Cuppa Joe x Reader - Parenting

AN: Heya! Sorry again that this took so long, and by how short it is. I'm not too confident that I managed to write this out the way that you asked, but I do still hope that it managed to scratch some kind of itch for you :3

Tags: Cuppa Joe, Romantic, GN Reader, Parenting

HOOO boy, where do I begin with this?

Since it’s sudden, I could totally picture him running around in his coffee rig or one of the villain meetings, trying to get some advice on how to take care of a baby. Mega Mom and Destructo Dad would probably be the most helpful to him.

When it comes to taking care of the child during the baby stage, he’s a bit of a mixed bag. He might be too energetic and stressed out about being a good dad at first, making it difficult for him to stop and take care of the slower bits with them, such as feeding and bathing the baby. He tries to make up for it by cleaning up after all of their messes.

He’d get more confident in his abilities as a parent over time, though. He’d start taking up more chores for the baby, giving you a much needed break. Not only does he see you as a wonderful person, but also as an incredible parent to your child. He will prove himself as a good husband and father.

As your kid grows older, the more comfortable he gets at parenting. He gets really good at keeping up with their energy during their toddler and little kid years - it’s like he has eyes on the back of his head!

The goofiness of the dynamic cranks up a notch if your kid ever decides to join the KND. They’d probably have to face off against each other at least once, so Cuppa would probably use it as an opportunity to embarrass them in front of their friends (imagine that one scene in Spiderverse, but they’re also fistfighting at the exact same time).

[gooberino]

God Father from KND would do so amazing if he was in a more adult oriented show... imagining him like being able to beat people up, be violent and pulverize his victims into ash. Me and my partner have been talking about Father as this kinda authoritarian overlord living and controlling a city with a 50s aesthetic and heavily armored with robots and such. Propaganda posters everywhere depicting father as a big brother like figure. He owns every business and has strict control of everything and no one dares mess with him.

[yourbuerokrat2]

AU, where the Batman franchise is still ongoing on Earth in the future of Star Trek. 

They come across a civilization that seems to be in strong state of fear. Then they find out that the population is not always like this but that one of their newer ‘rituals’ of their new Ruler has just taken place a little while ago. So obviously there seems to be a connection. During a Senior Officer meeting with the Captain it’s Riker who brings up the relation to the Scarecrow. And much to his own surprise there are quite a few others who actually get his reference. Worf (I can actually see a young Worf finding/being given Batman stuff and then he finds out more about Bruce Wayne and the Batman and he actually starts to relate a bit and finds just a little bit of comfort in it), Data (if only because during his research on Sherlock Holmes he came to find out that there is someone else who has the title ‘worlds greatest detective’ and there is actually an interesting comic about Sherlock Holmes, Watson, Robin and Batman working together), Geordi (Because Nerd) and much to Rikers own surprise the Captain himself (his father was actually the one who owned an old comic series, made from actual paper. He was not so much into it as a child but during his teenage and academy years he become at least sort of familiar with the franchise). 

Riker ends up being right and the new Ruler actually used a form of fear toxin to oppress nearly the entire civilization and thanks to Mister Data who doesn’t breath the whole problem got cleared up. 

Riker, of course did not forget and while he was not all that teasing with Worf (since he could actually imagine why Worf does/used to like it) he does tease the Captain about his interest in his teenage and academy years, thinking that Picard was probably not really only a fan of Batman but Catwoman. A possible interest in Catwoman being a reference to the knd of woman Picard usually likes, especially with Vash. 

Picard doesn’t comment and tries to change the subject. 

It was actually Harley Quinn. During her anti-hero phases mind you. 

She has some psychological character deveopment and he was a different kind of young man back then. 

[rejaytionships]

adoration, crush, & sweets ~ rebeccaselfships

i'll answer this for father from knd (benedict uno) since he's on my mind rn ^^ thanks for the ask!

(i'll talk about myself in third person with the name arnie for clarity purposes)

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adoration - how would your f/o speak about you to someone else?

typically you'd only hear benedict talking on a more surface-level of what needs to be said about personal acquaintances; usually this would involve general connection (arnie would be introduced as "my dear wIFE", infliction and all) and also what's useful to know for his business matters (about how she's a loyal companion and one of his smartest allies to boot) if he wasn't so caught up with his evil intimidating persona, he'd probably discuss arnie's compassion toward him and her ability to cool him down during his hottest temper tantrums ("taming the beast" in a sense) and how he thinks she's the only one who truly understands him. something about how he couldn't imagine being without her, nowadays

crush - when did your f/o realize their feelings for you? how did they deal with those feelings?

benedict's feelings took a while to come about. when he met arnie, he couldn't stand her. then, he spent ages in the "tolerating her" range. what made him click with his feelings was how sincerely arnie seemed to actually care about him. considering not even his own father would say he cared about him, it's a new experience having someone genuinely see his worth as a person. for once, he received the acceptance he so desperately craved deep down, and that's what made him click how did he deal with this, though? not by confessing, that's for sure. he wasn't about to risk arnie freaking out if he confessed (something about the fear of her only seeing each other as friends; or worse, solely as amicable coworkers) so he did what he always would: swallowed his feelings with a big ol' tub of rocky road (of course, he did have a journal he kept for whenever he found himself really pining for arnie and worrying that he couldn't bury it without at least getting some of it out first. nobody can see it though! it's like his version of screaming into the void) this is why arnie had to be the one to casually suggest dating, which made his heart explode (in a good way) when it happened finally. it wasn't anything formal in terms of how it came about, but he was willing to take anything

sweets - what’s their favourite valentines-esque food? (think anything you’d get in that seasonal aisle at the grocery store!)

he'd never admit it because he's so adamant on insisting only his baked goods are satisfactory to his palette, but he toootally has a guilty pleasure indulging in those valentines heart-shaped mini snack cakes (think little debbie brand) (he does also LOVE baking for valentine's day. with benedict? expect an entire assortment of pink and red cute little treats. now that he has a reason to make that theme of dessert, he absolutely must go all-out to show he cares)

[the-s1lly-corner]

Sharing the bed w/ knd villains

Still can't believe my knd rot has lasted this long good LORD

Characters: father, Spankulot, knightbrace, stickybeard, cuppa joe, toiletnator, mr fizz

Notes: reader is GN, established relationships, general hcs as well as some romantic ones

CWs: none

FATHER

i like to think that he sleeps like a rock, he doesnt toss and turn all that much in his sleep

very warm, and i like to think he sleeps in robes and stuff... very high quality fabrics and stuff, very comfy and cozy, nice to snuggle into

definitely wears those sleeping eye mask things

very warm, too, even when hes not in his silhouette form, his sleepwear keeps him cozy

dad snores, though....

wakes up as a reasonable hour, doesnt wake up too late or too early

SPANKULOT

sleeps hanging upside down from the ceiling so there isnt much you can do cuddling wise on a lot of nights

laying in a normal bed feels weird and foreign to him but i do think if you express wanting him to join you, hes going to try to get used to it to make you happy

cool to the touch, need to bundle up so you dont get too cold!

very lanky; long and skinny, not very soft... but those aforementioned blankets can come in handy! yipee!

loves wrapping his cape around you to keep you close to him

old man snores, a slightly different breed to dad snores

KNIGHTBRACE

tosses and turns a reasonable amount, depending on how light you sleep it might be a problem or it might not be

snork mimimimi snore for knightbrace/j

average older man physique, has a little pudge here and there

on the colder side, though... blankets...

night owl, pulls all nighters a lot of nights doing his work- visibly anxious if he hasnt gone out in a while

does his best to come back to you to at least snuggle into you for a while before you both need to start the day

and because hes bone tired LMAO

STICKYBEARD

big warm and soft

sticky, sure, but still warm and soft

maybe you can convince him to try to wash up before heading to bed!

loud snores, offers to get you ear plugs so you can sleep through the night without needing to sleep in a separate room

huge cuddler, will pull you into him during the night in his sleep if you guys dont fall asleep cuddling each other

makes you breakfast in the morning!

CUPPA JOE

early bird, will wake up before you every morning without fail

makes you a cup of coffee as well, exactly how you like it

does not rest easy, though... he fidgets and kicks a lot

you recommend getting a weighted blanket for him and it does help a lot! he loves it! he keeps on top of it so you dont have to move it around every day- especially if its on the heavier side... no one wants to lug around something heavy when theyre sleepy!

warm to the touch! nice and cozy to snuggle into!

TOILETNATOR

huge cuddler, will cling onto you the second you give some sign that youre comfortable with it; talking full body cuddle... arms and legs wrapped around you in order to get as close as possible

you might have to convince him to dress down, or even try to get him some pajamas that he likes so he doesnt try to wear his villain costume to bed

something about always needing to be ready for evil, or something

a little endearing, actually...

snork mimimimimi snore as well, but i can also see him being a honk shoo honk shoo snore haver

heavy sleeper who wakes up from the dumbest quietest stuff trope

MR FIZZ

goes to bed at a reasonable time and wakes up on the earlier side

has a routine of winding down from the day before coming to bed

very tall, usually big spoon when you guys cuddle

can see him being one of the richer villains, alongside joe and father in terms of how rich

has very nice bedding, very comfortable and cozy

dad snore as well but hes not a dad, he just looks like he would have one

stays in bed for a while until he needs to get up to get some extra time with you, even if youre still asleep

[gale-gentlepenguin]

ML au where Gabriel agreste is Replaced by Father from Kids Next Door.

Father as Hawkmoth.

(Plus imagine Adrien realizing he gets powers from that. How cool would that be!)

[plush-rabbit]

Permission

1. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

2. “Can I kiss you?”

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 3.3K

A/N: Sorry this took so long!! I am awful with things:(((

The film on the screen fades to black, the credits begin to roll and Kirishima reaches over to grab the remote to turn off the screen. The room is now quiet, save for the gentle hum of the ceiling fan and the air conditioner. The dim glow of the lamp illuminates the room, casting soft shadows on the bed.

You two sit in silence, your backs being propped against the wall cushioned by excess pillows that Kirishima seems to own. Your hands come to tangle with each other, the pads of your fingers pressing deep as they are able to into your knuckles. You turn to face towards him, your mouth parting open only to be interrupted before you can even say your first word.

“Do you want to spend the night?” His voice is tight and he's staring into your eyes, his lips pulled into a cautious grin, teeth barely visible behind his lips. “It's already so late, and I mean, it's been a while since we've had a sleepover.” He looks away from you on the last sentence, eyes squinting as his attention is focused on the blanket that you both are sharing.

You sit up straighter; your eyes glance to side briefly. “Yeah, I'd like that,” you say, mustering up a small smile. “As long as you don't hog the blanket,” you joke, a nervous chuckle emerging from you.

He returns the laugh, "Hah, yeah. I won't."

“Yeah, you always say that but the last time I spent the night, you took the entire blanket,” you scoff, a teasing grin on your face. “And it’s always so cold in your room!” You make yourself comfortable on the bed, turning on your side to rest in your elbow.

Kirishima shakes his head, his shoulders bouncing as he gives a breathy chuckle. “Then you should have brought your own blanket.”

You gasp and with your free hand you smack his chest. You turn around to lay on your back, and grab fistfuls of the blanket in your hands, pulling it up to your chest. “I am your guest Kiri! A guest that you must impress!” You turn to face him, a smile threatening to break out as you try to maintain composure.

“You’re always impressed,” he rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

“Correction” —you hold up a finger a twist your head to make eye contact with him— “I am impressed by the things you do.”

“Yeah, okay. What about that time—”

“Shush. You’re a very impressive person Eijiro.” You dig yourself deeper in the bed, your eyes drooping slightly. You let out a yawn, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as you cover your mouth, a poor attempt to stifle the yawn.

“Tired already?”

“Yeah, long day,” you mumble, a tongue peeking out to wet your lips.

“You could’ve said so. I don’t mind rescheduling.”

“I like spending time with you silly.” You yawn again, turning on your side to face him, your voice lowering. “Plus, I was really looking forward to movie night.”

Kirishima nods slowly, processing your words as he blindly reaches over to turn off the lamp. He promptly lies in bed, his hands stiff at his sides, leaving you to shuffle in bed to get comfortable. You feel the bed dip closer to you, his body resting only an inch away from you. You lay still on your side, the inside of your cheeks in between your teeth, and you can feel your face heat, and you briefly wonder if you’re burning up because of him or because of your nerves.

You watch him for a moment, trying to make out his features in the dark. As your eyes adjust to the dark, you can start to make out his sharp features. Your eyes trail downwards, starting at his hair down to his parted lips, where they mouth words that never reach your ears. You feel your eyelids begin to droop with sleep, your limbs growing heavier and weaker slowly and then all at once as you try to stay awake for a second longer.

You hear him intake a sharp breath and a soft click of his tongue. “Are you still awake?” he asks, his voice low and hesitant and through half lidded eyes you see him move his hands to rest above stomach drumming softly against him.

“Barely,” you say, another yawn forcing itself out of you. “What’s up?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” he says all too quickly, his hands rising above his stomach to shake out nervously.

You sigh, and rest deep on the pillow. You reach over and brush your fingers against his arm, dragging the tips of your fingers down tenderly on his arm. “No, come on. The suspense will kill me.”

“It’s a stupid question,” he chuckles nervously. He shifts on the bed. “I don’t even know where the question came from.”

“Eijiro,” you whine, groaning in the back of your throat. “Now I won’t be able to sleep” —you squirm in the bed, furrowing your eyebrows— “Tell me please.”

“It really is a dumb question.” He brings up his hands to his face, and covers his eyes with the ball of his palms.

“’S fine. I won’t tell anybody.” You muster up all your strength and raise an arm with your pinky outstretched. “Pinky promise.”

You wait a few seconds, already feeling the muscles in your body begin to ache in protest. When you begin to lower your arm, you feel his pinky wrap around yours. He holds your finger tightly against his for a brief second, letting the small finger curl loosely around yours and snake it out of your grip.

“Have” —his voice cracks and he clears his throat. He takes in one more breath and it sounds ragged, like he’s gasping for air after being scared. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

The question hangs in the air. He spoke so softly, so quiet, that you almost missed it. You rolled to your side and crossed your arms underneath your head, the creaking of the bed filling the room.

“Why the sudden interest?” You ask, cautious to give him your answer. You knew he wouldn't make fun of you, but a part of you still felt ashamed. You had never been kissed, never have gotten close to anyone to actually wonder what their lips would feel like against yours. It was a simple act of intimacy, something that most people your age had already done but you hadn't.

He makes a noise of curiosity. He turns his head towards you, and shifts his body as if he was going to mimic your actions only to stop midway and lay back down.

You scrunch your face up at his answer, feeling your cheeks begin to burn and spread across your face- you’re thankful that the lights are off. You both sit in silence, waiting for the other to talk but the silence continues to grow, the minutes drag on, slowly ticking by at an excruciatingly long pace. The only sounds in the room are made by the hum of the fan above, a gentle noise that you try to focus on in order to make yourself fall asleep, to escape this silence for at least a moment. There is only silence, the two of you both perfectly still, not daring to move as if playing dead in order to evade whatever lies ahead in the unknown.

“I've never been kissed before,” his voice is hesitant, he doesn't sound ashamed, but frightened, like revealing this to you was his most kept secret. The bed squeaks as he shifts to roll onto his side and in the darkness you can make out the whites of his eyes and his crimson irises.

This is an invitation to speak, to not let this silence grow, you think, your eyes wide and bottom lip between your teeth. “Why?” You ask, removing one arm from the bottom of your head to scratch at your hip underneath the blanket.

“You're surprised?” He questions.

You nod your head, only to realize that he can't see you, so you answer, your voice in a hushed tone. “Yeah, ‘course I am.”

“Why?”

What is he playing at? Does he want you to admit what you think of him? Does he just want someone to stroke his ego? No, that's not it. Kirishima is animated and comes off strong, but he isn't one to force something out of another.

“Well,” you begin, exhaling only to shut your mouth wondering if he can feel your breath, “you’re you.”

He hums at your answer and lets it linger in the air. “Yeah, I am me”, he muses. He gives out a yawn, a low whine in the back of his throat when he closes his mouth.

You shut your eyes and curl deeper into yourself, your knees brushing against his. “Yeah,” you start out, “that's why I thought you would've been, you know,” you trail off not wanting to say the 'k' word, it feeling far too intimate for your tongue. You lick your lips and purse them together and bring your bottom lips to roll between your teeth, careful not to bite down, but to only feel the sensation. “Everybody loves you,” you whisper, your tone a bit strained as you begin to list off things that you find endearing about him. “You're fun, charismatic, and,” you hesitate for a split second taking is a deep breath, shutting your eyes shut, “and handsome. You're a great person,” you finish, releasing your breath.

The gentle hum of the fan is the only noise in the room, and the air is circulates cools down your body that is beginning to grow hotter each second. You roll your ankles, eliciting a popping noise from them, while your hands grab fistfuls of your shirt, wrinkling it underneath its grasp. Your hands release the balled up shirt, smoothing it over and wiping away the clammy feeling that's starting to arise. You want to kick off the blanket- you want to get away from him and his eyes that you can feel scanning your face and once again, you’re thankful for the dark.

“You think I’m handsome?” He asks, his tone innocent and apprehensive.

You squeeze your eyes tighter, and argue with yourself whether to bring the blanket closer to your warm body, or to shake it off of your shoulders to provide the littlest bit of relief.

“’Course I do.” Your mouth feels like it’s filled with cotton balls, soaking in all the moisture and leaving your mouth feeling dry and heavy. “What’s not to think that?” You try to keep your mouth shut, not wanting to spew words of praise that you know you’d end up regretting in the morning but when you take a peek at his face and notice how he’s watching you with sad eyes, and the corner of his lips pulled down, you want to make him feel better and the only way you know how to do that is through words. “You’re nice. You’re so nice so that like immediately makes you like ten times cuter than you already were. When you smile, you’re like the literal sun.” You part your eyes open and look down at his collarbone, your gaze softening as you continue to talk. “You smile and then your furrow your eyebrows together and you always look so happy. You give great hugs too. They’re really tight and they make me feel safe. Like I’m being held by a literal security blanket, hah.” You let out a pitiful chuckle and let your shoulders slump. “I’m talking to much aren’t I? Please tell me to stop. This is starting to get embarrassing.” You let out a sharp laugh that breaks the silence in the room and chew on the insides of your cheeks, pressing down painfully, waiting for his reply and you hope against all the odds that he fell asleep before you started to list of things.

“I-I like hearing you talk,” he mutters, his hand making its way towards the space that separates you both and lays it upturned, his palm facing the ceiling.

Your eyes trail down to his palm and you take the leap, wiping your hand on your hip, and moving it to rest on his. He twitches underneath you, his fingers wrapping around your hand and moving it around to interlock your hands together, his thumb running along yours in a tender fashion.

“I’ve never been kissed either,” you squeak out, your hand tightening in his in a silent show of trust. You hold tight against his palm, and he presses his hand against yours. “I just, never found the right person, as silly as that is.” Your laugh is humorless and you loosen the grip on his hand, and the urge to bury your face in his chest arise, and it’s stifling, making your face burn brighter and breathing come out shallower.

His hand leaves yours and it feels empty. The gaps against your fingers feel exposed and lonely and you reach out to grab his hand again, but backing down, letting your fingers curl in on each other, your thumb running along the side of your forefinger.

With soft touches, he grabs your hand again, his thumb massaging into your palm as he brings it up his face, his warm breath fanning across your knuckles. All too suddenly, you feel his lips on the back of your hands, starting at the knuckle of the pinky to brush up to the next joint and place a chaste kiss at the tip of the finger.

“This okay?” He asks, his voice choked with emotions that you can’t bother to process.

“Yeah, it’s okay,” you reply back, your voice just above a whisper. You lean further into his tough, your fingers twitching against him, pulling away ever so slightly when you make contact with his lips.

He’s about to repeat the process, the warmth that emanates from him burning your skin, and when you feel the softness from his lips brush against your fingers, he pulls your hand away, and brings his own hand to interlock with yours once more, resting it back to the space between the two of you.

“Can I kiss you?” He swallows nervously and closes his eyes tight.

You reply without thinking, not that you needed to think about your answer. “Yes,” you say all too quickly, and look taken aback. “Um, I, yeah, you can” —you hesitate for a second, and muster up all the courage that you have— “kiss me.”

He nods in the dark and scoots closer to you in bed. He lets go of your hand and tentatively inches his hands towards you, his fingers curling into his palm, only to come out and with a shaky hand he places his forefinger underneath your chin and  beacons you towards him with a small nod of his finger.

You take in a shuddering breath and blow cool air out through your parted lips. Hesitant, inexperienced lips press against his, and pucker there for a moment before parting and allowing him to press his lips against yours.

It’s nerve wrecking and you can feel your heart pounding loudly in your chest and he’s so close that you worry for a second that he can hear it, that he can hear how nervous he’s making you feel, how excited you are to feel his hand train down your neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake, and how they trail underneath your blanket, following your arm like a path, down to your hand where he his fingers curl around yours, holding tight onto you as if you were a lifeline, only to soften and keep a firm grip.

You take a peek between half open eyes, and take in his features; how his eyebrows that are tightly knitted together, slowly unfurl to a relaxed position. You feel his lips curl upwards into a smile against yours. You close your eyes again, a grin starting to form on your lips as you lean into him to deepen the kiss.

Your first kiss is tender. The position is awkward and you can feel your arm start to prickle with pins and needles, but you ignore the sensation, instead choosing to focus on the way that his kiss makes you feel weak in the knees and how the your heart feels like it’s hiccupping with every beat, stopping for a short second only to beat loudly once more. You ignore the way your face is starting to flare up, burning the tips of your ears all the way down to your chest, leaving you breathless and light all at once.

His scent invades your senses. He smells like rain and mahogany, something so alluring to you, that you start to feel a bit dizzy and you remove your hand from his, bringing it up to rest on his chest, feeling the way his heart thumps against his chest so loudly, and with the confirmation that this is something that he’s wanted to, that he’s enjoying this too, you giggle against his lips, your laughter sweet and hushed, as you pull away.

Your eyes adjust to the darkness easily, and you shift in the bed, your hand gripping his shirt a bit tighter. “Can we do that again?” You ask, breaths rushed and heavy and you try to take in all the air that you can store in your lungs, leaning closer to him, your lips brushing against his as you whisper the words.

His answer is silent and loud all at once. What was once a soft kiss, which felt private and hesitant, is now intimate and intense, the innocence that lingered there between the lips, now gone and replaced with hunger of wanting more.

You feel his breath ragged against yours and the slip of his pink tongue grazes your lips, a silent ask for permission and you grant it, parting your mouth to feel his tongue enter your mouth, slow at first, unsure of how to proceed only to take the plunge and let his instincts take over. He inches closer to you, the kiss deepening with his action and you can hear him let out a low groan in the back of his throat, his hand coming to rest on your waist, rubbing circles with the pad of his thumb.

You two break for hair, your lips swollen and red, and you let out a low whine, your head leaning in to find him once more, only to breathe once more, trying to regain control of your sense, that were a second ago, all over the place.

You wish that he would reach over and turn on the light. You want to see his face how flushed his cheeks are, that they probably match his hair, to how his lips must be red and slick. But you take what you can get and you make yourself comfortable, opting to bring him close to you, laying on your back and bringing his arm to rest above you, holding his large hand between the both of your yours, feeling the rough spots and the way his hands dip with the bones and grooves.

“I don’t think I can fall asleep now,” you laugh out quietly, gripping onto his hand.

“Yeah, neither can I.” His breath and quiet and you feel him press a kiss against your temple, letting his lips linger there for a second longer. He removes his hand from above you and squirms its way under the back of your neck, inching it down until his palm can rest on your waist.

You turn around on your side once more, shrugging your shoulders to loosen the knots and you place your free arm across his stomach. The thudding in your chest quiets down to a rhythmic beat, soothing you into a deep sleep. When you’re half asleep you feel him shift, removing his arm gently from you, coming to wrap himself around you, pulling you deep into his chest and burying his nose into your scalp, pressing fluttering kisses on you. He hums into you, and tightens his arms around you, muttering nonsense in his sleepy state.

[ravenpoefan]

Imagine the delightful family going to a water park for the day. Ben riding some rides with them and all of them having a great time. They’re laughing, enjoying the time together and it’s amazing! Maybe one of the best days they’ve ever had.

But Ben gets sunburn.

[raeynbowboi]

Cartoon Comparison: Craig of the Creek

Honestly, I really like the idea behind Craig of the Creek. The idea of kids basically making their own society by the creek is really fun and imaginative, especially when there’s basically a friend group for every hobby and interest. While I’m grown now, it’s not hard to imagine if I’d seen this as a kid, it would have been fun trying to figure out which group of kids I might have hung out with. The tone is really relaxing and cute, but I love the use of unreliable narrators because in some of the best episodes, it creates really great uses of misunderstandings to create two different stories. A perfect example is “Doorway to Helen.” Craig finds his math homework done by a girl who writes in cursive and who he never meets face-to-face. She talks of the creek as always deserted, and has a special place that’s warm when she’s there, but is cold when Craig and his friends go. It’s clear to an adult watching that Helen is homeschooled, and goes to the creek while the other kids are in school, thus why it’s abandoned. But Craig and his friends believe that Helen is in another dimension. So, the story is set up where a child watching likely things the same thing, that Helen lives in another dimension, but can come back to the show years later, and realize Helen never lived in another dimension, she was just homeschooled. That sense of whimsy and innocence, coupled with the idea of playing as whoever you want to be makes Craig of the Creek really smart as a cartoon.

ED, EDD, ‘N’ EDDY

I don’t know how many (if any) of my followers are younger, but if you grew up on Craig of the Creek and want to watch similar shows, one good starting place is Ed, Edd, ‘n’ Eddy, a Cartoon Network cartoon that ran for 6 seasons from 1999 - 2009. The show starred the Eds, three young boys with the same name, Ed, Eddward, and Eddy. Like Craig of the Creek, the Eds are imaginative and creative, building elaborate sets, props, and even entire cities. The tone is different, much more of a whacky slap-stick style that thrives of surreal humor. Adults are rarely seen in the show, making the Cul-de-Sac kids feel like their own society, free from the demands of parents and school. Most of the series takes place in the summer, with the kids going back to school only in the later seasons. The Eds are more antagonistic, as they are constantly trying to scam the other kids out of their allowances, so they frequently get their comeuppance. But it’s still entertaining to see what crazy thing the Eds will try next to get money for candy.

CODENAME: KIDS NEXT DOOR 

Whereas Ed, Edd, ‘n’ Eddy matches Craig of the Creek’s carefree days outside of school vibe, KND leans heavily on the society of children angle. It aired on Cartoon Network from 2002 - 2008 for 6 seasons. The comedic action adventure series stars Sector V of the Kids Next Door, a secret organization of child agents who work together to combat the tyranny of adults and the teens who side with them. The show features whimsical inventions like sticking a pepper in a jar, taping it to a hairdryer, and somehow turning it into a heat ray, or turning a bottle of mustard into a gun. If you liked the trading tree or all the side groups and the little societies they made, then KND will likely scratch that same itch, though KND only has the one gimmick as a secret organization of child super spies. Sector V has 5 main characters: Numbuh 1: Nigel Uno, Numbuh 2: Hoagie Gilligan, Numbuh 3: Cookie Sunbun, Numbuh 4: Wallaby Beetle, and Numbuh 5: Abigail Lincoln. Craig of the Creek is very diverse, and similarly, all five of the main characters are the children of immigrants. Numbuh 1 is British-American, Numbuh 2 is German-American, Numbuh 3 is Japanese-American, Numbuh 4 is Australlian-American, and Numbuh 5 is African-American. They have a number of memorable villains, including Mr. Boss, Grandma Stuffem, Captain Stickybeard, The Cat Lady, The Common Cold, Father, and the traitorous Delightful Children From Down the Lane, a group of kids who conspire with the adults and brown nose them for favoritism. Compared to the other two shows, this one has the deepest plot, as Craig of the Creek and Ed, Edd, ‘n’ Eddy are more episodic, while KND has a larger story at play. It’s not as serialized as modern cartoons, but there’s still a progressing story in KND that the other two don’t have.

Likewise, if you’re one of my older followers, and grew up watching Ed, Edd, ‘n’ Eddy or Codename: Kids Next Door, you should give Craig of the Creek a chance, I think you’ll like it. It’s not as absurd as Ed, Edd, ‘n’ Eddy, but it’s just as imaginative, and has a similar spirit to the show’s atittude toward school and parents. It doesn’t focus on one gimmick as much as KND, but it’s also kind of cool seeing all of the unique societies that use the creek as their playing grounds. All three shows are available on HBO Max if this piqued your interest in any of these shows, or you just want to relive a childhood classic.

[obscurartist]

Imagine a knd operative who didn't get the memo about father so its like

Numbuh 362: father is attacking the home for queer deaf children

Opretive: who?

Numbuh 362: father?

Operative: yeah but who is that??

Numbuh 362: hes the fire guy?

Operative: not ringing a bell

Numbuh 362: the knds worst enemy??

Operative: oh you mean Benedict, why don't you just call him Benedict

This is funny to me and only me