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ryry-rebel · 1 year ago

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Beach Day W/ JJK Characters

Headcannons

Characters- Gojo, Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, Sukuna

Warnings- cussing, mentions of sex for Sukuna

Word count- 1,531

Pronouns- implied the reader is a female for Sukuna

Content- fluff, kissing, cussing, mentions of sex for Sukuna

My Masterlist -> Masterlist

Pls ignore the cursed banner, picture things I made

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Gojo:

• Gojo is the loudest and most chaotic motherfucker on the planet

• He’s the type to constantly ask you “are we there yet” every five minutes

• When you get to the beach, dude is already gone

• Definitely leaves you to unpack the luggage

• He’s already taken his shirt and sandals off and in the water

• While you’re unpacking, you can hear him yelling at you

• “Y/n the water is so cold!”

• “WAS THAT A SHARK! I THINK I JUST SAW A SHARK!” (There are no sharks)

• Once you finished unpacking, the dude is dragging you to swim with him

• You can’t say no, so don’t try

• He’s the mf to strip you. He’s taking your shorts and shirt off for you

• He’s ganna ogle at your body

• Then he will pick you up and throw you in the freezing cold water

• He’s not sorry, not in the slightest

• He will definitely splash you and give you piggyback rides in the water

• He will dunk you under the water (don’t even try to do it back, you can’t. He will use his infinity)

• When you guys are done swimming, it’s now time for lunch

• Did I mention he will get sand everywhere

• He won’t wipe his feet off before stepping on the beach blanket. he’s a child

• He eats like an iPad kid. it’s cannon

• He will scarf down his food too and then demand you play beach ball with him

• You tell him you have to wait at least an hour before going back in the water

• He believes you. So now you get an hour to relax (not)

• You’re not relaxing. Your plans to tan are completely ruined

• Gojo definitely brought sand toys and every time he makes one he tells you to look at it

• “Babe look at this castle I made!”

• “Look, I have a crab army!”

• He doesn’t shut up

• Mf is also the type to build a butt at the edge of the water so every time the waves crash into the sand water comes out the hole

• He will make a sand penis. He will take a photo of it and send it to Nanami

• By the time he’s ready to go, you are exhausted

• Gojo offers to pack your belongings up and drive

• “Thanks baby, but you don’t have to do that.”

• Gojo pulls you in and plants a warm kiss on your forehead

• “I know, but you’re exhausted. Get some sleep in the car.”

Yuji:

• Yuji is kinda like Gojo, definitely chaotic and impatient, but he’s nicer

• He does ask you “are we there yet” 100 times before you actually get to the beach

• When you get there, the dude is ecstatic; he’s just so excited

• He will carry the heavy stuff and help you unpack everything

• But then he’s off to the water

• He definitely brought his shark inner tube. I feel like he’s the type to have weird pool toys. He definitely owns a Spider-Man beach ball

• He splashes you in the water and gives you piggyback rides. He also pulls you around on his shark float

• He also is the type to go beach combing. He definitely loves sea glass

• He brings home a whole bucket full of different shells. he hides them around Megumi’s room

• I feel like he’d know a lot about shells too. He would point each one out to you

• “Look Y/n, this one is sea glass. Oh, this one is a whelk!”

• Like Gojo, he brought sand toys

• He loves making sand castles

• Burry Yuji in the sand; he finds it funny

• YOU MUST FORCE HIM TO APPLY SUNSCREEN! Otherwise, he will forget and Yuji burns

• He doesn’t tan, he burns, and you don’t want to listen to him whine in pain for the next few days

Megumi:

• Megumi is the calmest out of everyone

• He will drive to the beach and back; he doesn’t mind

• You’re the certified passenger princess

• Unfortunately for him, in this case, you’re the one asking him “are we there yet?”

• He gets annoyed with you and turns the radio up loud so you shut up

• When you get to the beach, he will help you unpack. But he’s staying in the shade

• He doesn’t want to take his chances with getting burnt

• He will apply sunscreen to the places you can’t reach and he is super gentle. Good with his hands

• Personally, he would rather stay on land, but if you wanted to go in the water he will because he loves you

• Please don’t splash him, but if you want to horse around, he will definitely splash you. He will pick you up and throw you into the water

• When you resurface, there is a piece of seaweed stuck in your hair

• He smiles, a genuine, wide smile

• His face becomes flushed at how adorable look

• “What? Why are you smiling at me like that?”

• “You have something in your hair.”

• Instead of watching you struggle trying to remove the seaweed, he swims close to you and pulls it out of your hair

• You pull him close and kiss him. He’s so sweet and adorable

• He gets embarrassed and swims back to the shore

• He packed all of your favorite food for lunch. He just knows you so well

• After lunch, he likes to lay on his stomach while he reads

• If you like reading feel free to join him

• If you don’t, please don’t bother him. He loves his books and listening to the water while reading is therapeutic for him

• When it’s time to go, he will pack up, you are way to exhausted

• On the drive back, you fall asleep. He takes a few photos

Nobara:

• NOBARA IS THE DEFINITION OF CHAOTIC AND FUN

• You’re driving to the beach and back. On the way up, she talks your ear off

• “I can’t wait to go swimming!”

• “I’m going to kick your ass in beach volley.”

• “Im starving. I’m ganna eat when we get there.”

• She does eat when you get there

• You are forced to carry your belongings and hers.

• She makes the boys carry her shit; you are no exception

• She’s already stuffing her face with watermelon

• She doesn’t fall for the “wait one hour after eating before swimming bullshit.” She is already in her bikini and ready to go

• Swimming is an absolute blast with her

• She brought water guns

• She also brought an inflatable boat

• She smokes you with the water guns, girls got skill

• She’s also a show off

• She looks good in her bikini, and she knows it. Definitely uses that fact to try and land a modeling gig. she has no luck

• I don’t think she’s the type to make sandcastles like Gojo and Yuji or read like Megumi

• She wants to play beach volleyball, and she’s good too

• But if you play volleyball, you are way better. She’s got skill but nothing compared to someone who plays the sport competitively

• She eats multiple times throughout the day

• She will help you pack stuff up, but only if you beg her

• She’s stubborn

• But she wont carry it back to the car

• She won’t shut up on the way back either

• You are glad beach day is over

Sukuna:

• Oh boy, here for go for Sukuna

• He’s driving because he is NOT a passenger princess

• Don’t argue with him on that either

• He will help you unpack your luggage, but he won’t be nice about it

• “You’re so weak you can’t carry this shit by yourself? You brought more than me.”

• Don’t get snappy with him, he will throw you in the water and hold you under until he thinks you have learned your lesson. (Obviously he won’t hold you under to the point where you die)

• He will go in the water to splash you. If you tell him to stop, he won’t, so don’t try

• He stole borrowed Nobara’s water guns to shoot you

• Don’t shoot him back lol

• I mean you can, but your actions will have consequences

• Now let’s talk bathing suites

• He’s going to show off his toned abs no doubt. He’s sexy and he knows it. Real eye candy

• But you are a different story

• No bikinis

• He doesn’t want creepy men staring at your body. Your body is for Sukuna’s eyes only

• Let’s say you wore a bikini

• “Brat I told you not to wear that. You look like a slut.”

• You would bicker with him

• “It’s a swimsuit Sukuna. What did you want me to wear? A wetsuit?”

• “Yes.”

• You roll your eyes, but it doesn’t stop there

• If another guy even looks in your direction, he’s dead

• “Did I just see your eyes on my girl? Keep your wandering eyes off her you nasty, pig.”

• Dude would be infuriated

• “The fuck you think you’re looking at?”

• Sukuna’s jealous but do not tell him that unless you want to die

• He is pissed off and frustrated

• He needs to teach you a lesson

• You guys are definitely having car sex

• You’re going to be to too fucked out to do anything else, so Sukuna packs your shit and drives you home

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zorosbeau33 · 6 months ago

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Where they take you on vacation~ MHA/BNHA Headcanon Part 1

❖ BNHA/MHA, Starring Gender Neutral Reader and Shoto Todoroki, Kyoka Jiro, Denki Kaminari, and Eijiro Kirishima~

❖ Headcanon, Series, Fluff, Comedy, Romance

❖ Tw: None

❖ wc: 561

❖ @kimnamshiks @d0uble0hd0nut ❖ Masterlist Part 2~ (coming soon)❖

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Just a fun little pathway for you to run along while I dream of my vacay later this year~ Who would you like to see next?

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Denki Kaminari

Bora Bora

This boy knew nothing about it until he heard Yaoyorozu talk about a trip her family had taken there years ago

At first, the idea of you in a swimsuit was what drove him to suggest it, but when you made research and planning his responsibility. He fell into awe of the beauty of the place, the lure of the food and serene waters made him see how soon was too soon to book a trip there

Does a deep dive into things to do in the area for safe, nonscary excursions (no swimming with sharks, but the swimming with pigs looked fun) and overbooks you both slightly at first

Absolutely booked the best house on the water at a resort he could find that also offered couples spa packages so you both could get a little pampered before throwing on your hottest swim attire

Eijiro Kirishima

Hokkaido in winter

Kirishima wants to do something MANLY, but also have quality bonding time together with something you’d also enjoy

So he booked the hotel at the hot springs near the ski resort in Hokkaido, so he could teach you how to snowboard

Does all his research of course because it has been years since he himself was a beginner snowboarder, but would take his sweet time to teach you

The bonus of this trip is the hot spring you both can relax in together and watch it snow after a long day on the trails and end it snuggled inside together

Would book Switzerland for your next ski adventure

Kyoka Jiro

Los Angeles

Originally had thought Vegas might be cool, then read articles on how much of a tourist trap it is, and didn’t really want to be around so many drunk people during her downtime

She took her time and started from scratch looking at places throughout North America that you both might enjoy with all your hobbies and landed on Los Angeles

Plans out a week to see all sorts of music venues, and get you both in to see one of your favorite music groups for a concert, this might delay the trip a few months in order to get that time frame perfect but the whole night let alone whole trip was worth the wait

Other days are filled with trying new food, going to Disney, or relaxing at the hotel pool with you

Shoto Todoroki

Paris

When you talked to him about going on a vacation overseas together being romantic he was already pulling his phone out to call for Endeavors private airplane

Upon your panic and discussing how normal people plan trips (thank you Midoriya and Ochako, Tenya tried to help but also needed his rich boy bubble popped a bit) he spends a fortnight planning the most romantic and cliche cheesy Paris trip ever

His sister thankfully bought and packed a bag of everything you’d need because he only said to take the week off and not make plans (The talk helped 50% he’s still working on normal people life)

From the Eiffel Tower overlooking the city as fireworks go off, to a cheese tour, to see the Mona Lisa he does it all and pays for a busboy to bring champagne and flowers every morning so he can wake you up to those gifts of romance he feels you deserve

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screamingseeker · 2 years ago

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DARK WATERS

merformer megatron x marine biologist!reader

If you knew what was waiting for you when you went into the water that day, you would've stayed in and start packing to go home.

But there were only a few weeks left of your summer research trip left and the Troian Isles were home to the one of the most unique ecosystems in the world. It would be a crime not to spend as much time in the water as possible.

So, armed with your trusty underwater camera, you hopped into the old speedboat tied to the dock and sped away from shore.

You slowed down just before you were out of swimming distance from the docks. You had learned the hard way to keep close to land.

You tossed the anchor overboard and while it made it's way to the ocean floor, you suited up in your fullbody swimsuit and oxygen tank, complete with goggles. You sat on the edge of the boat and let yourself fall backwards, quickly descending with the extra weight of the tank.

You reached the ocean floor. The coral reefs glittered in the sun and colorful fish swam around you in every direction, but you paid special attention to a small octopus that moved towards you on the ocean floor.

It was curious, but kept it's distance and you didn't try to get closer to it. You took several photos and lost your in your favorite place in the world.

You didn't even notice how much time had passed until the water became darker around you and you looked up to see a purple sky.

There were no sharks anywhere near the Troian Isles, but as a rule of thumb, it wasn't a good idea to be in the water at night. So you put your camera's strap around your neck and swam up towards the surface.

By the time you pulled yourself back onto your boat, the sun was dipping below the horizon and you took a moment to just admire the view. Purple and orange hues painted the sky, slowly being overtaken by a deep blue.

You really were lucky to have gotten the chance to spend your summer here.

You grabbed the steering wheel and turned the boat towards the docks, speeding away as the sun set behind you.

The boat reached the dock just as night fell. You securely tied the boat to the dock and were just about to get off when you noticed something in the water.

Below the dock, something gray and shiny shape was thrashing around.

It must be a dolphin, you realized in horror.

You immediately shrugged off the oxygen tank and dove into the water before it even hit the floor. Swimming blind, you followed the warped sound of the dolphin moving until you felt sleek skin beneath your outstretched hand. You also felt the netting holding it down.

You reached for the knife strapped to your hip and the dolphin thrashed harder, which made it that much harder to make sure you didn't hurt it as you cut away at the net.

You could barely see in the dark, but you felt the net give way and you gave it some space so it could swm away.

But it stayed where it was.

You realized much too late it was too large to be a dolphin.

It looked at you and red eyes glowed in the dark water.

You gasped and water filled your mouth and nose, immediately making you scream in your mind. You needed air. Kicking your legs, you fought your way to the surface and away from the creature, but you were already lightheaded and black spots were filling your vision.

You were going to die with water in your lungs and no one knowing where you were.

Claws suddenly hooked into your arms and you screamed as you sped upwards, exploding out of the water and landing hard on the dock.

Sea water burned as it rushed out of you, nearly making you throw up from gagging so much. You just laid there, grateful for every breath and once you had the strength, you lifted your head to look back at the ocean.

Unblinking red eyes stared up at you, the rest of the creature's face hidden in the water.

You stared at each other for several moments, your heart pounding in your ears.

It spoke.

"I am in your debt." It said in a low, rumbling voice.

Before you could get a word out, it's head dipped below the water, disappearing into the dark. Like it had never even been there.

You should've just stayed home.

#merformers #megatron x reader #transformers x reader #transformers imagines #back on my merformer bs #the time is almost upon us #so send in those merformer requests folks #fic: dark waters #the troian isles

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lousypotatoes · 2 months ago

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All Over My Blonde South

"Boy, you make it, make it right

My temperature is super high

If I scream, if I cry

It's only 'cause I feel alive~"

Turn Me On - David Guetta, Nicki Minaj

Previous Next

Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine

You guys are on my mind

You asked me what I wanted to be

And now I think the answer is plain to see

I wanna be famous

I wanna live close to the sun

Well pack your bags 'cause I've already won

Everything to prove nothing in my way

I'll get there one day

I wanna be famous

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na

I wanna be

I wanna be famous

I wanna be

I wanna be famous~

Y/N stood at the top of the cliff, looking down in the water below her, legs shaking in fear.

"Okay, today's challenge is threefold," Chris said to the twenty-three contestants, all standing in their swimsuits. "Your first task is to jimp off this one-thousand-foot-high cliff into the lake."

"Piece of cake," Bridgette mumbled to Y/N.

"There's no way, it's that easy," Y/N mumbled back.

"If you look down, you will see two target areas," Chris explained. "The wider area represents the part of the lake that we have stocked with psychotic, man eating sharks."

Y/N felt like she was gonna barf, faint, and her pee herself all at once.

"Inside that area is a safe zone," Chris said. "That's your target area, which we're pretty sure is shark free."

"Excuse me?" Leshawna asked.

"For each member of your team that jumps and actually survives," Chris said, ignoring Leshawna. "There will be a crate of supplies waiting below. Inside each crate are supplies that you'll need for the second part of the challenge, building a hot tub!"

"The team with the best one gets to have a wicked hot tub party tonight." Chris said. "The losers will be sending someone home. Let's see, Killer Bass, you're up first."

'I'm going to die,' Y/N thought. 'I'm literally going to die.'

"Oh wow," Bridgette said, looking down into the water. "So, who wants to go first?"

Nobody on the Killer Bass team said a word.

"So, who's up?" Eva asked.

"Ladies first," Duncan said.

"Fine, I'll go," Bridgette said shakily. "It's no big deal. Just an insane cliff dive into a circle of angry sharks." she finished, swan diving off the cliff, not even screaming.

Looking down, Y/N saw that she landed right in the safe zone, waving up at them.

"She did it! Yeah!" Tyler exclaimed. "I'm next!"

Tyler got a running start and jumped off the cliff.

"Cowabunga!" Tyler screamed as he fell down.

Instead of landing straight into the water, Tyler landed one of the buoys, then slid into the safe zone.

"Duncan, can you promise me something?" Y/N asked as Geoff jumped down.

"What is it?" Duncan asked, his eyebrow raised.

"When I jump down, could you maybe help me out of the water?" she asked.

"You don't know how to swim?" Duncan asked, as Eva jumped off shouting, "Look out below!"

"I do," Y/N explained. "I just don't like not being able to touch the bottom. It freaks me out."

"Sure thing, sweetheart, I'll help you out." Duncan said.

"Thanks," Y/N said.

"Don't mention it," he replied before jumping off.

Next, it was DJ's turn to jump.

He was looking down in the water, a scared look on his face.

"Uh-uh, no way man," DJ said. "I'm not jumping."

"Scared of heights?" Chris asked.

"Yeah, ever since I was a kid." DJ answered.

"That's okay, big guy," Chris said. "Unfortunately, that also makes you a chicken, so you'll have to wear this for the rest of the day!"

Chris placed an ugly, yellow chicken hat on DJ's head.

"Oh man, for real?" DJ asked.

Chris then started clucking like a chicken, making Isabell cringe.

"That means the chicken path down is that way," Chris said, pointing to an escalator behind him.

Y/N watched as DJ sadly went down the escalator.

Next, it was Ezekiel's turn to jump.

On the way down, Ezekiel hit a very big rock, but still landed in the safe zone, making the rest of the team cheer.

"Yes!" Harold exclaimed, jumping down in the splits position.

As he fell, he fell hard, slapping his groin against the water.

His cry of pain rung out all throughout the camp, making Y/N wince.

'Sheesh,' she thought. 'Hope he's okay.'

"Ooh, hate to see that happen." Chris smiled.

"Excuse me, Chris, I have a medical condition," Courtney said.

"What condition?" Chris asked.

"A condition that prevents me from jumping off cliffs." Courtney answered.

"You can chicken out if you want," Chris smirked. "But it might end up costing your team the win. And then they'll hate you.

"It's a calculated risk," Courtney smirked. "I've seen the other team, and I don't think nine of them will jump."

"All right, here is your chicken hat," Chris said, placing the ugly hat on Courtney's head.

"So, let's tally up the results," Chris said, pulling out a clipboard. "Hold on, that's eight jumpers, and two chickens. We're missing two."

Before Y/N could speak up, Katie and Sadie interrupted her.

"I'm not jumping without Katie" Sadie whined.

"We have to be on the same team Chris!" Katie cried.

"Please, please!" the two of the begged.

"I'll switch places with her," Izzy said, raising her hand.

"All right, fine," Chris groaned. "You're both on the Killer Bass now. Izzy, you're on the Screaming Gophers."

"That means you're up girls," he said to Katie and Sadie.

"We're coming Killer Bass!" the two of them screamed as they jumped.

"We still have one more jumper left," Chris said. "Y/N, you're up next."

Y/N looked down in the water, her legs shaking and her lip quivering.

She could hear the rest of her teammates either telling her to 'jump already!' or 'you can do it Y/N!'

"You can do this Y/N," she mumbled, hyping herself up. "You can do this."

Taking a deep breath and plugging her nose, she jumped off the cliff. She could feel her H/C hair whip around her face. She squeezed her eyes shut, not making a noise, even when she felt the cold water smack her skin.

Trying to hold her head above the water, she coughed and sputtered.

"Gimme your hand!" yelled a voice.

Looking up, she saw Duncan in a boat, holding out his hand.

Y/N grabbed his hand, and mustering all his strength, Duncan pulled her into the boat.

"I told you I would be there to help you," Duncan panted, the boat taking both of them to shore. "You okay?"

"Yup," Y/N laughed, rubbing her eyes. "I can't believe I just did that."

"Yeah," Duncan chuckled. "For a second I thought you weren't gonna jump."

"Oh, it truly wounds me that you think that low of me," Y/N said, the two of them getting off the boat and onto shore.

"Oh my gosh! Are you okay?" Bridgette said, running up to Isabell.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Y/N sheepishly said. "I'm just not a very strong swimmer."

"You're so cool for jumping even though you can't swim!" Katie suddenly cheered.

"Oh well, um," Y/N blushed. "Thanks, I guess"

Suddenly, they all heard Heather screaming.

Y/N turned and saw Heather splash in the water.

"Leshawna!" Heather screamed up. "I'm going to fucking kill you!"

"Hey, I threw you in the safe zone, didn't I?" Leshawna yelled back, before jumping off the cliff.

"How many people you think are gonna jump?" Bridgette asked Isabell.

"Hopefully less than us," Y/N replied.

Next to jump was Lindsay, then Gwen, Cody, Izzy, and Justin.

Justin landed very far from the safe zone.

"He's toast," Duncan mumbled.

Y/N saw the sharks getting closer and closer to him.

"Oh, I can't watch," she said, closing her eyes, but keeping them open just a little.

Instead of attacking him, the sharks started fawning over Justin, bringing him safely to shore.

"Woah," Y/N chuckled. "That's something you don't see everyday,"

"You're telling me," Duncan laughed.

The next person that was supposed to jump was Beth, but she got too scared and chickened out.

"Let's just hope two more people chicken out," Bridgette said.

The only person left to jump was Owen.

"Okay campers, there's only one person left," Chris called down with a megaphone. "You guys need this jump for the win. No pressure dude."

"Okay, there's pressure!"

~Confessionals~

"Oh, I was pretty darn nervous," Owen said. "See the thing is, I'm not that strong a swimmer."

~Confessionals~

"I'm looking at this guy and thinking 'there's no way he's gonna make it.'" Geoff said.

~Confessionals~

"I actually thought, 'if he jumps this, he's gonna die.'" Gwen said.

Y/N looked up at cliff in suspense, biting her nails.

In what seemed like forever, Owen finally jumped off the cliff, screaming as he fell.

When he made contact with the water, he created a big splash that knocked Y/N off her feet.

Y/N now was soaked, again.

"Great," Y/N groaned, wringing her hair out.

"Yes! Yeah!" Owen exclaimed, still in the water. "Who's the man?"

The Screaming Gophers started cheering, making Y/N glare at Courtney and DJ in distaste.

She mostly glared at Courtney, though.

"The winners, The Screaming Gophers!" Chris called down with the megaphone.

Owen started looking around the water, a concerned look on his face.

"That was awesome dude!" Trent said, then seeing Owen's concerned face. "What's wrong?"

"I uh," Owen stuttered. "I think I lost my bathing suit."

"That's disgusting," Y/N said, walking off to change into her regular clothes.

Using all her strength, Y/N tried pushing the crate of supplies down the shore, staring at the other team, wishing she had the cart.

"I swear, if we lose this challenge, I'm committing a felony," Y/N said through gritted teeth. "I did not jump off a one-thousand-foot cliff just to lose."

"This fucking sucks," Duncan panted, leaning on his crate. "When this is over, I'm taking a fat nap."

"Ow!" Courtney said from behind Y/N. "I think I just got a splinter!"

Eva walked over to Courtney, picked up her crate and slammed it back down on the ground.

"Shut it and pick up your fucking crate!" Eva snapped. "Chicken!"

"Hey! I'm the only one with CIT camping experience here," Courtney whined. "You need me!"

"You're only saying that so we don't vote you off," Y/N glared. "Now please stop complaining, you're giving me a headache."

Courtney gave Y/N a dirty look, but went back to pushing her crate.

Y/N continued pushing her crate, wincing every time she got a splinter in her hand.

"I got to take a whiz," Tyler spoke up.

"Hurry up, we're already behind," Eva said as Tyler walked off.

"Oh, I have to go to," Katie said.

"You do?" Sadie said. "Oh my gosh, me too!"

"Can you three please hurry up?" Y/N called out.

"Someone's impatient," Duncan smirked.

"I hope you get eaten by a shark," Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Ooh, that hurts sweetheart," Duncan laughed.

Y/N smacked his shoulder.

"Are you like this all the time?" Y/N asked.

"Pretty much, yeah," Duncan replied.

"Oh yay, lucky me,"

After a few minutes, Tyler, Katie, and Sadie came back from peeing, the team started pushing their crates again.

If Y/N heard Sadie and Katie complain about their itchy asses one time, she was gonna snap.

It had been almost forty-five minutes, and The Killer Bass were still nowhere near the campground.

Chris noticed this and pulled up a four-wheeler.

"You guys are way behind the other team," he said. "Like way behind. What's the problem?"

"Their butts are itchy," Y/N heard Courtney say.

Y/N turned around to say something but then saw Courtney and jumped in surprise.

Where her eye was, there was a massive bug bite, all swollen. Y/N could barely see her eye.

"Gah!" Chris cried, also seeing her eye. "Holy shit, that's bad!"

"Did you guys squat down when you peed in the woods?" Bridgette asked Katie and Sadie.

"Yeah," Katie answered, scratching continuously at her butt.

"Did you happen to notice what plants you were squatting over?"

"They were kind of oval shaped, and green, and all over the place." Sadie said.

"Were they low to the ground? About this big?" Bridgette asked, trying not to laugh.

Katie and Sadie nodded.

"You guys squatted on poison ivy."

Y/N started laughing really hard, she had to lean on her crate to support herself.

"No way," Chris laughed, as Katie and Sadie whined and screamed. "That's awesome!"

In what seemed like forever, The Killer Bass finally made it to the campsite. Y/N saw that the other team was already WAY ahead on building their hot tub.

"There's no way we're gonna win this," she mumbled.

"Let's just try to do our best," Bridgette said, but it seemed like she already knew that they we're going to win as well.

They set their crates down, Y/N stretched out and popped her back.

"Finally," Harold sighed.

"Hey, what's up guys?" Trent smiled.

"Hey, aren't you missing a couple of white girls?" Leshawna asked.

Y/N couldn't care less if Katie and Sadie were missing. They were annoying and gave her a headache.

"They're getting a drink," Courtney said.

"Yeah, if they drink with their butts," Harold said to Ezekiel.

"Funny," Ezekiel laughed, making Y/N back up in disgust.

Leshawna stared at Courtney in horror, making Y/N giggle.

"Oooh, what happened to your eye, girl?" Leshawna asked in shock.

"Nothing, just an allergy," Courtney said.

"I think it's getting worse," Ezekiel pointed out.

"Shut up!" Courtney whispered. "We don't want them to know that?"

"Why?" Y/N asked. "Are you afraid they're gonna use it against us?"

Courtney glared at Isabell but ignored her.

"Okay, dudes," Geoff said from the top of the crates. "It's not too late, we can do this!"

Y/N backed up farther away from Ezekiel when she saw him picking his nose.

"Ew!" Courtney said.

"What?" Ezekiel asked, wiping his hand on his pants.

"That's actually super gross," Y/N grimaced.

"Okay, look guys," Courtney said, standing up. "We have a hot tub to complete, and we need a project manager. Since I've actually been a CIT before, I'm electing myself. Any objections?"

"Where do we begin cyclops?" Duncan said.

"Open the crates," Courtney snapped, getting in Duncan's face. "Bridgette, go find those itchy girls. We need all the help we can get."

"This hot tub fucking sucks," Y/N mumbled, after they were all done. "I bet even poor people have hot tubs that look better then this."

"Woahh," Duncan laughed. "That's harsh."

"I only speak the truth,"

Chris inspected the other teams hot tub, looking for any kind of mistakes.

After a few minutes, he finally said something.

"This is an awesome hot tub!" he said.

The other team started cheering, making Y/N glare at Courtney and DJ.

Mostly Courtney, though.

She didn't know what, but there was something about Courtney that Y/N absolutely did not like.

Now, it was time for the Killer Bass' hot tub to be inspected. Y/N already knew they were going to lose, but she still waited in anticipation.

Chris tapped on the base of the hot tub, and water instantly shot back in his face.

As he wiped the water off his face, the hot tub fell apart, wood and water going everywhere.

"Well, I think we have a winner here," Chris said, staying silent for a moment. "The Screaming Gophers!"

Y/N looked down at the ground in disappointment, while the other team cheered. She already knew they were going to lose, but she still didn't like the feeling of it.

"Gophers, you're safe from elimination, and you get to rock this awesome hot tub for the rest of the summer! Bonus!"

The Screaming Gophers started to cheer even louder.

"Killer Bass, what can I say? Stinks to be you right now. I'll see your sorry butts at the bonfire tonight."

Deciding she didn't want to be there any longer, Y/N started walking around the island.

"Hey, wait up!" Duncan said, catching up with her. "Where you going?"

"Anywhere where the other team isn't," Y/N groaned.

"Hey, we'll win the next challenge," Duncan said, trying to cheer her up. "DJ and Courtney are just a bunch of pussies."

Y/N laughed. "Yeah, hopefully you're right."

"It's the end of the challenge now," Duncan smirked. "Didn't you say you were going to tell me your name, sweetheart?"

"I don't know if I really want to tell you it," Y/N said, a sly smile on her face. "I kind of like it when you call me sweetheart."

Duncan's eyes widened, and for the first time since they'd been on the island, he didn't have anything to say, not used to a girl flirting back with him.

"Oh calm down, Duncan," Y/N laughed. "I'm just messing with you. Y/N. My name is Y/N. Are you happy?"

"Very," Duncan remarked, now being able to talk. "Y/N. A pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Oh, stop you're making me blush," Y/N smirked. "It's almost time for dinner, so I'll be heading to the mess hall now. Care to join me?"

"You don't even have to ask, Y/N," Duncan said.

It was quiet in the mess hall, the only noises that could be heard was the sound of chewing and silverware clanking. Y/N sat in between Duncan, and to her dislike, Courtney.

"So uh, what do we do now?" Katie asked.

"We have to figure out who we're gonna vote off," Courtney said.

"Isn't it obvious?" Y/N said, swallowing her food. "It's either going to be you or DJ."

"What?" Courtney gasped. "Why?"

"You two are the only ones wearing those ugly hats," Y/N said.

"And if we ever have to lift a truck," Duncan added on. "I like our odds with the big guy."

"I second that," Y/N said, making DJ smile even wider.

"You guys need me!" Courtney whined. "I'm the only one-"

"We know," Bridgette interrupted. "You used to be a real CIT. So would you pick?"

"What about him?" Courtney said, pointing to Tyler.

"No!" Lindsay suddenly yelled from the other table.

Everybody in the room looked at her in confusion.

" I mean, no salt," Lindsay stuttered. "There's no salt on the table, bummer."

"Fine then, what about her?" Courtney pointed to Y/N.

"Excuse me?" Y/N snapped.

"Hey, at least she jumped off the cliff, chicken wing," Duncan snarled.

"Shut up!" Courtney yelled.

"I think you're the one that needs to shut up you uptight bitch," Y/N mumbled.

"What did you just call me?" Courtney glared.

"You heard me," Y/N smirked.

"Oh, you are so dead," Courtney snapped.

"Okay, let's just chill out," Geoff intervened. "This is getting way too heavy."

"I've had enough prison food for one day," Duncan said, getting up. "I'm gonna go have a nap."

"You can't do that!" Courtney called out. "We haven't decided who's going yet!"

"Well, I just don't get why we lost, ay," Ezekiel spoke up. "They're the ones that have six girls."

Everyone in the mess hall gasped.

Y/N, Bridgette, and Eva crowded around him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Bridgette angrily asked.

"Yeah homeschool, enlighten us, "Eva said, smashing her fist on the table.

"And you better choose your words very wisely," Y/N snarled.

"Well, guys are much stronger and better at girls than girls are," Ezekiel replied without a second thought.

All the guys in the room backed away from any of the girls they were near.

"Oh snap, he did not just say that!" Geoff laughed.

"Not the time Geoff!" Y/N snapped.

"My dad told me to look out for the girls here, ay," Ezekiel said. "And help them in case they can't keep up."

Y/N had to hold herself from punching that little freak.

Eva grabbed him by his neck and lifted him up in the air.

"Still think we need your help keeping up?" Eva asked.

"Uh, not really," Ezekiel said.

"Okay, guys, let's give him a break," Geoff said.

Eva dropped Ezekiel down to the floor.

"At least he doesn't think that guys are smarter than girls." Geoff said.

"But they are,"

"That's it," Y/N snapped before pouncing onto Ezekiel.

Y/N knocked him back onto the floor. With one of her hands she grabbed onto his neck, and with her other hand, she started punching all over his face.

"Still think guys are smarter, hm?" Y/N angrily said.

She could hear all the other girls cheering for her.

"Mess him up, YN!" Katie and Sadie said.

Suddenly, Y/N felt two pairs of arms latch onto her. As much as she tried to fight them, the pairs of arms lifted her off of Ezekiel.

"Woah, calm down, Y/N!" DJ said.

"That was fucking crazy!" Geoff exclaimed.

Y/N shrugged their arms off her. She smirked when she saw that she had given Ezekiel two black eyes and a bloody lip and nose.

"If I ever hear you saying shit like that again," Y/N said in a dark voice to Ezekiel. "I'll do more than just give you a black eye and a bloody nose."

Everyone stared at her in in either awe or horror as she walked out of the mess hall.

She couldn't wait to tell Duncan what just happened.

It was now the time where the Killer Bass would have to watch someone walk onto the Dock of Shame and go home.

All of the girls, including Y/N were smirking at Ezekiel.

"Dude, you've got a lot to learn about the real world," Duncan said to Ezekiel, disgust on his face.

"Killer Bass," Chris sternly said. "At camp, marshmallows represent a tasty treat that you enjoy roasting by the fire."

"At this camp, marshmallows represent life," Chris said dramatically.

Y/N saw that Geoff was making a cute gesture to Bridgette making her giggle. When Y/N made eye contact with Bridgette, she wiggled her eyebrows, making Bridgette blush.

"You've all cast your votes and made your decision," Chris said. "There are only eleven marshmallows on this plate. "When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper who does not receive a marshmallow tonight must immediately return to the Dock of Shame to catch to Boat of Losers. That means you're out of the contest. And you can't come back. Ever."

"The first marshmallow goes to...Geoff,"

Geoff smiled and walked up to claim his marshmallow.

"Tyler,"

"Woohoo! Yeah!" Tyler exclaimed. "Place at the table!"

"Katie,"

"Bridgette,"

"DJ,"

"Harold,"

"Yes," he said.

"Sadie,"

"Oh yay!" she said, hugging Katie. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Duncan,"

Duncan smirked and walked up to claim his marshmallow.

"And Y/N,"

Y/N breathed a sigh of relief and got her marshmallow, standing next to Duncan.

"You really did a number on that guy," Duncan whispered.

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" Y/N whispered back.

"Obviously,"

"Then thanks,"

"Campers," Chris interrupted. "This is the final marshmallow of the evening."

Y/N glared at both Courtney and Ezekiel. Although she didn't like both of them, she would rather see Ezekiel get voted off.

"Courtney," Chris finally said, after a long dramatic silence.

Courtney sighed in relief and ran to get her marshmallow.

Ezekiel had a look of sadness on his face, making Y/N feel a little bit bad, but not really.

"Can't say I'm shocked," Chris said. "I saw you picking your nose, dude, not cool."

"Dock of Shame is that way, bro," Chris said, pointing in the opposite direction.

With a satisfied smile, Y/N watched Ezekiel walk down the dock, and get into the boat.

"The rest of you, enjoy your marshmallows," Chris said. "You're all safe. For tonight."

~Confessionals~

"Yep, this camp pretty much still stinks," Gwen said. "But now that I'm here, I guess I might as well actually try to win."

~Confessionals~

"Maybe this show won't be that bad," Y/N said. "If you're watching this Dad, I love you and I miss you tons."

Y/N walked by the Screaming Gophers hot tub, staring at them with jealousy.

Oh, how she wished she was in a hot tub right now, soaking away her worries.

As she walked back to the cabin, a lot of things were on her mind. Her dad, losing the challenge, Duncan.

But what was on her mind most was winning the whole competition. She would win Total Drama Island.

And she wouldn't let her dad down.

sorry that it took me a little bit to upload

i've been planning a trip to disneyland, so that's taken up a lot of my time

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

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preciadosbass · 2 months ago

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23/8/24 [draft from friday — key + significant photos at end]

yay i can finally post this!! woke up at 6:30 and said goodmorning to boris. he was inside again, i think because of how cold it is out. i then got dressed as soon as i could so i was completely ready before the time we had to leave to go away. i put on a light gray low cut shirt, but then started freezing alive so i changed into my sleeping with sirens shirt as it was the only shirt out that i hadn’t already packed. i paired it with black ripped skinny jeans, gray + black striped arm warmers, knee high converse, danger days my chemical romance zip up, my kellin quinn necklace, a surfboard shaped wood carved necklace — and no cuffs/bracelets as this outfit is just to be worn for the car ride to the campus and then ill get changed for swimming.

after getting ready, i had a snack and painted my left hand’s nails with black nail polish. i surprisingly did them pretty neatly to how i usually do it and considering how small my nails are. within a few minutes of them being dried, half of my second smallest nail’s polish came off halfway lmao - i was going to put some more on to cover it up, but i was in a rush and i needed to do my teeth, i finished at 7. i then checked on boris again and replaced the pins on my bag. ive needed to ever since i took a ton off to put onto my jacket. all that’s left now is: incubus pin, spider-man pin, the last of us pin, t-rex pin, saliva pin, kittie pin, shark pin, beetle pin, brendon urie pin, chi cheng pin, soulfly pin, collide with the sky [pierce the veil] pin, and a silent hill pin. which sounds like a lot, but because of the way they’re set out, it dosent look like many. at least not compared to what i’m used to.

once i was done [7:18], i packed my bag. i packed: my camera, skeleton gloves, collage scraps, my collage journal, camera charger, headphone charger, extra bracelets, my spiral earrings, battery packs, my hairbrush, my wallet, hand sanitizer, meds, and my phone charger. after doing that and a few other odd bits around the house [turning off switches, making sure i’ve packed everything, etc] i went to see boris properly at 7:40. i told him about everything that’s going to be going on [who’s taking care of him, that she’s not comfortable letting him out, when we’re getting back, things like that] and said goodbye to him. i finished officially at 8:20. i’m gunna miss him so much while we’re away, but i’m excited to see him again afterwards and tell him everything.

everyone [me, my sister, my parents] got in the car at around the same. unrelated, but i also forgot to mention in yesterdays journal, archie was taken over to my sister’s friends house to be looked after. we set off at 2:30 and i looked through soul punk patrick stump videos along with a few pretty odd era panic! tiktoks. also watched my chemical romance’s song 2 [blur] cover, i don’t know why i haven’t seen this before i’m obsessed. i started journaling at 9:16 and wrote all of the paragraphs above. than at 9:30 i took a break and started listening to some music. [just surrender, fall out boy, gerard way + ray toro, frank iero, falling in reverse, blur, my chemical romance, death of a bachelor panic! at the disco, a static lullaby.]

i had a nap somewhere near 11:30 [on my seal plush] and woke up at around 12:40. i continued listening to music [CKY, HIM, frank iero, darling you should be ashamed, linkin park, lovehatehero, before today, a bullet for a pretty boy [[so underrated]], and sleeping with sirens.] i did so until 1:44 when we arrived at the resort. my dad pulled the car into the drive through place where you get your keycard/folder of leaflets and after driving round to our car park, we started unpacking into the room. on our holiday guide, it said that we could only get in our room at 3, so we were lucky to get in early. as soon as i found me & my sisters room and claimed my bed, and hung up my necklaces on the windows’ handle. along with taking a few things out of my bag + putting cuffs/band bracelets on. we did plan on going to swimming as soon as my extended family arrived, but that ended up not working out as they had to leave late.

i then took out my collage journal and started cutting up the leaflets from the folder into separate letters [etc] to make a collage tomorrow. well i say tomorrow, when i started cutting everything up, i intended for me to put everything together today. [photo at end] but i only got round to collecting the bits of paper i need. i used my stamps to print stars onto a yellow sticky note and took a couple pictures of the leaflets incase we needed anything off them after id cut them up [e.g wifi support]. me, my parents and my sister left for a show and arrived at the venue at 3:12. on the way to the venue, we met up with D [one of my cousins, his girlfriend — L, and her son, W.] we got the time wrong so we thought were really short on time, but it started 20 minutes after we found a table.

first up was a beatboxer, except he made more sound affects than sounds to make into some kind of song. he was also really funny with the way he made and timed the sound affects. it’s impossible for me to explain with unless you were there and saw him, but he was really good. next was four breakdancers, ive never really had much interest in breakdancing, but it was quite cool to watch them. one had come all the way down from japan or something.

after was one of those big hoop acts. there’s not much to say as there’s not much to explain — following on from that, a bmX rider came out and started doing all kinds of crazy tricks. i somewhat remember seeing the show itself around a year ago, but this bmX guy was different than last year. its tricky to explain a bmX show generally, but its even trickier for people to read id they don’t know what it is. so i recommend looking up bmX tricks. once he’d done his thing, a basketballer came onto stage. he was manipulating the ball and circling it around him shoulders etc. behind him was a fake button with “do not push” plastered above it. obviously, it’s a show, he ‘pressed’ the button and everytime another ball would roll out from backstage.

in the end, he was working with 5 different basketballs. it was super impressive. before the show finished, everyone came out and did all their tricks side by side. during the entire show, the beatboxer was singing and making even more sound affects. he actually had a pretty decent voice. at 4:30, after we’d all packed up our stuff and gotten ready to leave and do something else, me, my parents and my sister headed back to our room. D, L and W went off to their rooms aswell. upon getting into our chalet, i went to have a nap but ended up putting on my skates. my sister stuck on hers and we circuited a section of the resort, looking for D’s room. it didn’t take us long before we found it. but during skating around and checking door numbers, i stupidly sped round a corner on the second level of chalets and nearly fell headfirst down a huge staircase.

i assumed that it’d turn and go round the other side, so i could look at the numbers on the other rooms, as a few other of the second story ‘balconys’ or whatever you wanna call them - don’t have stairs and just follow on around the other side. but i was wrong. i slightly toppled down the first two stairs and then grabbed onto my sister’s back. luckily i didn’t make her fall over lmao // at 5:30, all of us [all of my family] went round to our restaurant for dinner. it was a little cheeky of us to even eat together as everyone in the family apart from my parents & sister have reservations for another restaurant.

after dinner, i went back to the room and stayed there for 30 minutes alone before me, my sister and my parents made our way to yet another show. we arrived at the venue and i sat near the front on the floor with my sister. my mum sat on some stairs and my dad stayed standing. it was a magic show, which is quite a complicated thing to explain, especially because i actually didn’t understand how any of the tricks were done, but i enjoyed it. also while the backstage staff were sorting out some more props the start of my generation by limp bizkit played!!

the show finished at 8, and me and my immediate family went round to the rest of the family’s chalets to check them out. i went into the more cousin based one first, the people staying in it were: RY and H, and R and E. i sat on R’s bed and just people watched [mostly] until H offered to paint my right hand’s nails dark purple as id forgotten to paint that hand in black when i was at home. then i went to see the rest of my family’s room. the family members in this chalet are my aunt and uncle, and L/W. when i came in my uncle had a jumper over the radiator and it smelt so bad and was clearly just about to light on fire. i went back into the cousin’s room/s and went to see E and see what she was doing.

she was applying gems to her eyelids with some kind of makeup glue. she asked if i wanted some and i agreed so she sat me down and gently glued the gems onto my face. [photo at end] when she was done and if verified i was happy with it, i went back to my room to quickly get something — i’m not sure what it was as im writing this on the 27th. when i got back at 9:10, we had to leave for another show. we walked across the resort and arrived at the venue to get ourselves some seats. me and E tried taking pictures of our gemmed-up eyelids together but wasn’t able to because of bad lighting. the show was advertised as a ‘rock’ festival, however the music that played was things like lizzo and ed sheeran.

i was kind of disappointed because i thought it’d be punk rock or something else i would be able to sing along to, but it was funny that we were catfished so bad. me and R just sat there making faces for eachother, indicating that ‘this isn’t rock, wtf is this’ - the performance ended at 10:20 and we went straight to another venue to join in with a ‘music dance party.’ as you can imagine, the music was dance music, but i like dance music. i somewhat danced with my grandad, E and R. R spun me around and my sister stayed swaying across the dance floor with my dad. [photo at end]

i haven’t really ever seen my dad dance before, but his favourite ‘party’ track came on and he went mad. he was doing all sorts of weird dance moves but it was cracking me up. if only whoever is reading this saw it in the moment. we parted with the rest of the family and went back to the chalet at approximately 11:30. i started to do a bit of my journal, made a picture collage of the day, and had a little nap. after my nap, i asked my parents questions about boris, said goodnight to boris via a picture of him [the picture in question is at the end] and went to sleep at 1:45.

🗝️ — boris/my cat, archie/my immediate family’s dog, questions about boris/i ask my parents questions about my cat to verify he's okay + will be okay in the morning. its a compulsive thing and i'm hopefully going to be tested for OCD in the future.

have a good day/night O_o

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fabledenigmatvgif · 1 year ago

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Kiernan Shipka

In the Source Link, you will find a completed gif pack of Kiernan Shipka in Episodes Four, Five and Six of the first season of tv series - Swimming With Sharks.

Kiernan played the role of seemingly innocent - Lou Simms. She is a temp, who gets promoted to Joyce's co-assistant after another one dies mysteriously. There are 378 gifs in this pack. If using, please credit FabledEnigma. I do not mind if they are used in fanfic, gif hunts, gif crackships, etc, I would really like to see what happens with them.

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fabledenigma · 1 year ago

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In the Source Link, you will find a gif pack of Finn Jones in the tv series Swimming with Sharks.

Finn plays the role of Marty Bruhl, someone with a thing for Lou Simms. He works closely with Joyce Holt and so becomes one of Lou's targets.

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lovelykil · 1 year ago

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Kyle x reader but its an aquarium date, BUT the aquarium has one of those events where you can spend the night in the aquarium 🤭 maybe smut??

「 Fishy Date 」

kyle x reader older ver.

cw; none I think kaksnhd

note; I love sharks so I projected a little on here sorry 🤷🏾‍♀️ (not) I do this a lot on my stories so 😭 anyway

"You wanna go to the aquarium for our date?"

"Yeah why not? I used to go there all the time as a kid it would be fun to visit again and relive everything." You set your phone down to look at Kyle. He leaned on his pillow looking at the open Google page to the aquarium.

He looked up at you, his expression confused.

"It smells though."

"It's an aquarium.."

"Yeah so it smells fishy." Kyle turned off his phone. You couldn't help but crack a smile, covering your mouth to giggle.

The ginger rose his eyebrow staring at you again "What's so funny?"

"You said fishy, that was corny."

"Oh– you idiot." He caught on, causing a grin to appear on his face as he ruffled your hair. You chuckled some more before going to rest your head on his chest.

He set his hand on your waist and looked down at you.

"Sooo.. aquarium then?" You smiled innocently up at him. You held your bright smile hoping to convince him, after a few seconds of him looking down at you deciding whether or not he should agree he eventually did with a sigh.

"Okay finee."

"Alright good cause I already bought us tickets."

"Oh so if I didn't say yes we still would've gone.."

"Basically."

"Dude."

"Love youu"

──────────

When the time finally came to go to your aquarium date you guys got ready packing a sleeping bag since the aquarium you got tickets to was holding an event, to which a specific amount of people to buy the first 25 tickets would sleep over by the various sea animals.

Lucky enough you were the 10th person to buy that ticket, they were selling like hot cakes.. who knew so many people would want to sleep with smelly fish?

Once you guys got to the place you squealed, being at your childhood favorite place really brought you back. Kyle held your hand smiling down at you seeing you get excited.

You guys walked in and began your adventure.

"Oh, and this is an Epaulette shark! They live in shallow water or any tidal pool, I think this one is an adult cause of its lightish brown skin on top you see? Aren't they so cool?" You pressed your hand against the cold glass, admiring the sea creature who swam with no care in the world. Kyle joined you, pressing both of his hands against the glass.

"You know a lot about sharks babe." He spoke with a giggle. You felt your cheeks burn, you had always been a huge fan of sharks you couldn't help but be a little nerd freak when it came to those magnificent little monsters.

"I just really like them, shut up." You defended, walking away from him. After some time of him watching the shark swim back and forth he looked back, looking around to find you.

He wandered the aquarium frantically after a few minutes of not seeing you, you guys have been at the aquarium for about 2 hours now you've seen everything so he had no idea where you could gone now.

Kyle got out his phone about to dial your number when an announcement came on the speaker.

attention all parents and children, the aquarium will be now hosting our fish-tastic sleepover! Everyone with ticket 'F' will now move to floor 2, stay safe and remember to have fun.

As people moved to floor 2 it began to get crowded, people shoved the teen as he anxiously tried to look for you it was far too loud to even call you now. He cursed to himself trying to get his way through the crowd.

"Y/n! Where are you-" Kyle quickly walked into the 2nd floor, sweeping the place with his eyes hoping to find you, there were only roaming kids with their parents until he saw a familiar person, setting down their sleeping mat by the low dimmed tank that held the jellyfish at. He walked toward the person, his suspension rising to see if it was actually you or not.

"Y/n?" Kyle asked, getting closer. You took off your jacket, looking in the direction of who called your name. Once Kyle saw your face his body immediately relax, stepping toward you.

"I was looking all over for you.. I'm glad I found you." He put his hand on his chest in relief. You smirked slightly, setting down your jacket on your sleeping bag. "Awh you were worried weren't you?" You walked to him to hold his face. His cheeks redden, though you could barely see due to the area you were in.

The jellyfish corner was shrouded in darkness, creating the perfect ambiance for a peaceful slumber and a great place to watch the jellyfish gracefully glide through the water to reflect on various things.

Kyle nodded his head, feeling your hand on his cheek. You heartily smiled at your worried boyfriend going in to kiss his cheek to clear his anxiety.

"Sorry I just wanted to wander off but you found me and now we can be together and watch the jellyfish!" You let go of him to sit down. "Why did you choose this spot?" Kyle sat beside you, looking at your side. You stared at the dark tank, your eyes softened as you watched the majestic creature float around in its habitat.

"Because they look so pretty." You spoke, your eyes remaining on the tank. Kyle studied your face, you looked so memorized and lost in thought all you watched was the jellyfish.

"You look so pretty in the dimmed dark blue light.." Kyle blurted out under his breath, he was captured by your beautiful in that moment he couldn't help but compliment you.

"What'd you say?" You slowly turned your head, not hearing what the ginger mumbled. He blushed, clearing his throat. "Oh uh nothing. Yeah the jellyfish are pretty.." He nervously smiled at you. Your confused expression changed to a slight smile, you grabbed his hand to hold.

"You look so pretty here you know?" You placed a kiss on his pale skin, then looked up to see his surprised face. He rubbed his face with his free hand already starting to be in a mess.

"God sometimes you're just too much." He whispered. You giggled at your boyfriend's flustered state, crawling to him to sit in his lap.

He sighed looking up at you in his lap, you smiled down at him he couldn't help but smile back, putting his hands around your waist. You wrapped your hands around his neck going in to kiss his forehead.

"This date was fun, thank you Ky."

"You're welcome, it was fun until I lost you."

You laughed, letting go of his neck to hold his shoulders.

"Sorry! Won't happen again.. considering now I kinda want you." You rubbed his shoulders slowly, smirking. Kyle looked at you oblivious to what you were trying to imply. But after you reached under his shirt, getting close to his neck he finally realized.

"Jesus christ Y/n there's kids here-"

"So? They'll eventually learn about this shit anyway."

"Oh god."

#𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮𝙠𝙞𝙡⋆ ★#south park #south park x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle x reader #idk what else to use #ahhhg

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endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus · 1 year ago

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[Headcannons] A Day At The Beach w/ The Ghouls & Ghoulettes

Cutesy lil fluffy thoughts that came to me at 3 am about my favorite band.

Thank you to my writing muse and fabulous goddess @sink-me-in-your-ocean for always proofreading my docs.

Bone apple teet (-‿◦☀)

ℝ𝕒𝕚𝕟

bolts straight for the ocean, manically laughing - he very delulu but so stinking cute

wears fish themed swim trunks with matching fishy arm floaties

anyone who dares enter his domain is in for quite the surprise…

he pretends to be a shark

playfully gnaws on your ankles under the water before yanking on your leg and pulling you under

finds pretty seashells and gifts them to you with the most heart warming smile

“Rain! Its time to leave! Lets go!” you annoyingly yelled into the void of the blue ocean, knowing for damn sure he heard you.

In the distance you spot a gray blob emerging from the surface of the water, “NO!” the voice echoed back to shore before disappearing once again.

…

The car ride home, Rain was sitting in the back row curled up in a ball, tears silently flowing down his cheeks as he aimlessly stared out the window. *insert Summertime Sadness by Lana del Rey*

You roll your eyes as you catch a glimpse of him in the rear view mirror, shaking your head in disbelief, he is such a drama queen…

𝕄𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟

he’s here for the good vibes and shade

paints a thick coat of sunscreen from head to toe

lounges under the umbrella with a paperback book of Twilight

ends up falling asleep within 20 minutes

could honestly sleep for eternity

In a hushed whisper, “M-mountain?”, you gently nudge his shoulder, attempting to awake him so you can pack up the car and leave.

No response.

Anxiety slowly creeps in, i-is he dead?

His neck is exposed and you take two fingers to take his pulse, as soon as you make contact he jolts awake, both of you screaming. Him with a high-pitched shriek of fear and you in shock that he’s alive.

“I thought you were a vampire!” he hysterically gasped.

𝔻𝕖𝕨𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕡

hates despises water with a fiery passion (don’t get me started when it's time for him to bathe)

he made it his mission to dig the largest hole possible beside Phantom and Swiss who were on their separate crusade to construct the most glorious sand castle

starts clawing at the sand like a deranged dog, kicking the small particles in Phantom and Swiss’s face

gets scolded and growls at them before repositioning himself the other way

happily zens out in his proudly accomplished hole

doesn’t realize the high tide was coming in as the day went on, causing the shoreline to sneak in closer and closer

A small stream of water trickled into his territory but he ignored it, not thinking much of it at all and resumed his rest, leaning up against the high wall with his arms crossed. Dozing off after a laborious work day.

SWOOSH! A huge tidal wave of water crashed in, submerging him in salty depths, ultimately scaring him. He yelped and frantically tried to climb out of the overflowing pit. You rushed over to rescue him, pulling him up, his body shivering from the frigid temperature.

Once he secured his bearings within your arms, he angrily turned back to see the catastrophic wreckage. Madness ensued - every hair in his small figure shooting straight up and his tail viscously whipping side to side, creating dents in the soft sand.

Oh, he big mad.

This wasn’t the first time he’s lost his cool and most certainly will not be the last. He aggressively launched himself towards the evil aqua, nothing but pure rage fueling his very fiber. You swiftly caught him by the waist, wrapping your arms around him and digging your heels into the ground for proper anchorage.

He violently hissed and swatted his arms about like a mad man, you held onto him for dear life, shouting, “Dewdrop! Stop it!” over the savage snarling and profanity spewing out of his tiny mouth.

(home boy really thought he could physically throw hands with water).

ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕞 & 𝕊𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕤

true definition of bromance

begged and pleaded for you to buy them the “Super Duper Crazy Mega Plastic Sand Castle” building kit (as advertised on TV). Equipped with every tool in the shed to assemble the perfect castle of your dreams!

they damn well knew how to abuse their power of sad puppy dog eyes and pouting lips

so of course you caved into their ridiculous yet adorable request

They scouted the vast sandy land, personal privateers carrying out the Dark Lord’s decree. Dewdrop tagged along behind them as they paced back and forth in this vigorous expedition for the “perfect spot” to declare ownership.

Swiss grunted in annoyance, “That’s too far of a walk from the water, we need it to dampen the sand.”

Phantom sighed, pointing to the area Swiss had fallen in love with, “The rocks are going to get in the way, it's too close.”

The two continued to butt heads, both equally stubborn and childish.

Dewdrop stood in the middle of them, his head whipping between who was speaking. Bored with the endless bickering, he plopped down on the cushiony sand, tracing a phallic symbol in the pale dirt, “What about right here?”

They exchanged a mischievous look with one another, mirroring a brow raise at the fascinating offer. In unison they shouted, leaping in the air to tackle down poor little Dewdrop.

“LAND HO!”

𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖

fashioning the cutest teeny, weeny, polka dot bikini

sprawled out her towel on the pillowy ground and laid facing down

basking in the sun's scorching hot rays

much like a cat, she loved to lounge in the sun any chance she got

its ultraviolet rays recharging her energy- utter bliss

She stretched her limbs far out as she could before turning over to roast the front of her body, exhaling a deep yawn and placing large rounded shades over her eyes.

Her face scrunched in frustration at the commotion coming from Phantom, Swiss and Dewdrop hooting and hollering - it was disturbing her well deserved me time and she will not have them ruin it!

She propped up on her elbows, lowering the shades to the tip of her nose to gander at what the fuck was going on, “Aye!”, she roared loud enough for everyone within a mile radius to hear, “Shut up over there! I’m trying to relax!”

All three immediately stopped to stare at her with wide, fearful expressions, knowing from past experience she would definitely give em a good bop on the head for pissing her off.

In a stink eye glaring standoff with the Ghouls, she slowly pushed up the frame of her sunglasses -not breaking contact- to re-cover her eyes and reclined backwards to lay.

“Idiots…” she muttered to herself.

ℂ𝕦𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕦𝕤 & ℂ𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕦𝕤

life of the party

verybody wants to be em or fuck em

baddest bitches

matching skull patterned bikinis and fancy floppy hats

love checking out the locale mom and pop shops lined up along the beach

buys trinkets/souvenirs for the other Ghouls

*insert shopping spree montage*

The ultra plush sand squished and practically swallowed their feet as they struggled to walk back to the group, hands full of bags from the shopping haul that they kindly charged to Papa’s credit card.

After settling in at basecamp, they began to unload the many items from chic clothing pieces to varying sizes of memorability that were neatly bound in gift wrap and topped with a colorful bow.

Cirrus used her thumb and pointer finger to whistle, calling the unruly herd to gather. The Ghouls' faces lit up in excitement as they sprinted to welcome the Ghoulettes. As Cirrus distributed the presents, Cumulus unboxed a package of ice cream sandwiches, letting each individual Ghoul pick out a flavor as they approached.

Today was a great day for the beach.

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mochicommissions · 2 years ago

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✦ ross butler in swimming with sharks (66 gifs); this gif pack was made by @judascare , find link in the source. use/edit however you want. reblog if you find the gifs helpful.

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wolkoshka · 2 years ago

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Paranormal

summary: you meet Ghost for the second time at Soap’s birthday/costume party and this time, you promise to get a taste of the man behind the mask. Simon Riley/Ghost x Reader

warnings: slow-burn, eventual smut, eventual romance, mutual pining, excessive drunk flirting, slightly dark!Simon, touch-starved Simon, trying to get into Simon’s pants (and sort of succeeding??), nsfw-themed

•this is a simon riley ficlet, I repeat, this is not a one-shot but contains a bit of plot and character development, bcs god knows we need 'em

•part 1/3

word count: 5k+

London was drenched, blinding flashes forking out amidst midnight clouds rolling in a hailing storm.

Or it was pishin' doon oot there, as your childhood best friend would call it.

His birthday, along with the rain, had just stormed in, and since he was being deployed on another mission tomorrow, he wanted to party as soon as the clock struck midnight.

Excitement buzzed in your veins, and not because of the party - well, partially - but because of a certain someone you were impatient to meet again.

On cue, lightning flashed as a strong kick to the bar's door burst it open - and in strut you, Ghostbuster uniform on full display. Except, this one's slutty. And there's only one ghost that needed catching tonight.

All commotion stopped to regard you.

Tossing the umbrella into a rack, you kicked the door shut with your heel.

With shorts hugging the plump of your ass, a form-fitting jacket unzipping down the front to reveal your salacious cleavage, and waist and thigh straps securing the proton pack to your back coupled with the knee-high boots four inches tall, you knew you were a sight to behold.

The bar was swarming with familiar faces of both military and mutual friends.

You dramatically posed, the gun of the proton pack activated. “Heard there was something strange in your neighborhood.”

Low whistles and compliments rebounded. “There’s something strange happening in my pants right now!” one male enthusiastically called from the back.

“Haud yer weesht,” a familiar voice reprimanded, soon followed by an effective smack.

From a sea of shark fins, faerie wings, and numerous superhero costumes, a Mohawk head popped out. Your expression abruptly brightened and you twirled performatively as Johnny shouldered through the bodies and took you in a big, tight hug.

The heat of his body singed into your chilled one, enveloping you.

“Ay ye bastard. Ye actually made it.”

Embracing him equally as tightly, you smothered him with kisses on the face. You hadn’t seen him for three months now. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Johnny-bo-bonnie. Mwah, mwah, mwah. That one’s from mum.”

A hearty laugh. “Don’t tell me - she baked me something real delicious and you ate it.”

“Guilty as charged.”

He put you down, and you stepped back to take in his outfit: a bathrobe, slippers, and polka dotted blue swim trunks. His chest was bare and suave sunglasses perched on his head.

“And what are you supposed to be?”

He splayed his arms wide open, a shit-eating grin revealing straight, white teeth. “A man on a well-earned vacation.”

You playfully slapped him on the chest. “Good one.” From your proton pack, you withdrew a box. A present. “Here. Gotchu something.”

“Please don’t tell me it’s another soap.”

“Why? Were you showered with them tonight?” A snort-laugh. “Get it? Shower? Soap?”

“Harr, harr, harr.” He thumbed over his shoulder at a shrine of soaps forming a pyramid on a table. “Suddenly, everyone’s so bloody hilarious tonight.”

You made a noise of intrigue. “Do they smell nice?”

“Don’t care. What did you get me?” He palmed the box, opening it.

“I’m taking some if they do.”

“Go crazy, lass.” A soft gasp. Then, “O feckin’ feck me.”

“I know, I know. I know you too well. It’s my curse,” you sighed, but smiled when he took out the expensive bottle of GlenDronach, his favorite scotch.

“Happy birthday, sucker.”

He looped an arm around your neck, hugging you close and kissing you on the temple. “And that’s why you’re my favorite best friend.”

"Other best friends, huh? Take that back or I’ll Bath and Body Works your arse next time I see you.”

“Roger that.”

Arm still corded around your shoulders, he turned your bodies to the bar - and there he was.

Ghost.

Simon Riley, you learned his name was.

The muse that lingered in every afterthought, in the darkness of the night, while sleep cooed you into a moment of silence your heart beat fast and loud enough to fight off - just to win more time thinking of the man who did not even care for your existence.

A soft gasp parted your lips.

His back was to you, broad and tall, as he conversed with Price, head tilting ever so often in remark.

He sported a dark brown leather jacket over a black hoodie and equally as dark cargo pants. His combat boots hugged up his strong calves, his legs parted over the bar stool he perched on, meaty thighs barely fitting.

He wasn't in costume. You guessed he dressed as a ghost mirroring a civilian.

Despite the chaos circulating him, his poise was calm and collected, but not unaware, the stiffness in his shoulders stating as much.

A killer of killers, apex predator of the fittest, his prowess was unmatched in the battlefield, and to witness a man of his caliber exist in environment simple and mundane had a startling effect.

Menacing, you thought, a bite to your lower lip.

"See somethin' you like?" Soap humorously chuckled.

You'd met Ghost three months prior, while Task Force 141 was deployed on a private mission to locate Shepherd's current hideout, and as a private contractor who'd built many commercial, private, and government facilities - wherever the clients needed them built - you'd come across one personally requested by Shepherd himself.

It was a long time ago, but your memory had not failed you.

By the shores of Chile, was a property laid out by you, the blueprint of it handed off to Soap to investigate.

Screw client confidentiality when your best friend's life was put in danger by a betraying bastard.

It was then, as you'd climbed into the SUV to hand the blueprint, you'd made out a humongous shape in your peripheral and screamed out in reaction.

It hadn't helped when it was a skull staring right into your very soul.

"Ah, a common reaction to Ghost," Soap had commented. "Lt, meet my best friend," he said your name, and to you, "meet Lt. Ghost. Simon."

Simon.

You'd wiggled your fingers a hello at him. "What a name. Pleased to meet you."

He hadn't responded, had merely stared before looking out the window.

Right then and there, he was an enigma you couldn't deny. You'd decided to make him look your way however and whichever way you could.

"Johnny, be done with it," he'd grated out when you and Soap got lost in the gossip, the husk and deep gravel of his voice eliciting a full-on body shiver from you.

You'd stolen the name he'd given your best friend, calling him Johnny from that day onwards.

Now, here he was anew. A few more steps and within reach, you merely had to walk to him.

Excitement buzzed in your veins.

You smoothed a hand down your outfit. "Do you think he'll appreciate the joke?"

"Knowing Lt and his humor, or lack thereof actually, he might just hate himself for loving it too much."

A giddy feeling spurted in your chest. "You think?"

"Oh, yea. But go easy on him," he added, peering down at you, brow arched, "the man just landed from a solo mission. There's an uneasy air about him tonight. The fact that he's even attending is gift enough for me."

"That means he's tired, grumpy, and susceptible to an easy one night stand. Just my type of target."

"Ay ye vixen. I said go easy. Here," he lowered the zipper on your chest, revealing more of your cleavage, "that's better. Now go get him. God knows he needs it," he grumbled the last part.

Happily, you almost skipped your way to him. But just before reaching, two bodies swarmed you, hugging you close and screaming in your ear over the bar music. Your friends from college.

"Where have you been!"

"It's so good to see you again, come!"

You were dragged away, more distance than you'd like being put between you and Simon. Nooo.

It wasn't after two hours of losing yourself in the crowd, dancing with people, with Johnny, backs pressing together to roll to the beat of the songs in your sickest moves, that you, downing more margaritas than you could count, summoned back your wits and sauntered your way to the bar.

Plopping down on a stool next to his, you mirthfully laughed, buzzed out of your mind.

The melodious sound cut his conversation short with Price and dragged his attention to you, and - oh, fuck.

Those eyes.

Even in your stupor you admitted to their allure.

He walked, talked, like a man who's had his flesh peeled from his bones. Eyes too haunted to be alive, too haunted to be dead.

A man imprisoned in the infinite present that neither knew him reprieve or end.

You were so lost in them that you didn't say anything to him for a long moment. Then, "Hi," you lowly voiced, grinning like a fool who just got the best present under the Christmas tree.

Reminding yourself to be sexier, you opted for a, "What is a girl like you doing...sitting all alone when a hunk like me is right here?"

Your brows furrowed in the middle. No, that didn't sound right. You tried again.

"What is a girl like me doing with...with a hunk like you, sitting...all... No, that's not it either."

The bulk of him shifted in his seat, whiskey in a gloveless hand, as he now regarded you.

To be the sole focus of those eyes, it killed you. Like honeyed whiskey swirling with the silver clouds of storm outside, it made you feel more drunk than you already were.

But you could see how tired he really was, eyes rimmed red, thin veins stark against the white of his sclera.

"All right," he spoke, tone indulging, but rigid and gravely as the rest of him. "You have my attention."

You did? Success!

Even with the balaclava hiding that no doubt beautiful face of his, you complimented him, afraid that if you didn't, you'd be committing a heinous crime.

"You are." You hiccupped. "You are so pretty."

"And you are shit-faced. Had too much to drink, did ya?"

You leaned in, eyes twinkling with something wicked that even he could not deny.

"Liquid courage," you drawled. And then laughed again, dusky and free.

Price, having noticed where the conversation was heading, turned away with a warm chuckle.

"I'll leave you two to it," he said, giving his attention fully to Gaz, who sat to his left.

You waved at the boys, all giddy. And then motioned with your finger to Ghost's waist, as if to say you were going to get inside his pants. Oh, yes, he was the object of your desires.

Gaz chocked on his bottle of beer.

Price palmed his mouth to stifle a laugh. Unsuccessfully.

Ghost, on the other hand, when you glanced up at him, had his lids hooded.

In his language, that might as well translate to a glower.

"You have one minute," he almost barked out. Glower, indeed.

You straightened, expression serious. You gave him a captain's two-finger salute. "Sir, yes, sir!"

Then, before he could toss you out the window of the bar, you followed it up with, "Heard you like jokes. Do you like mine?"

You motioned to your costume.

He followed the movement, gaze raking down your body, and then slowly up, blond lashes fluttering. When his eyes landed on your cleavage, heat filled them, and in reaction, warmth spooled low in your belly.

"Clever," he throatily remarked, glancing away to his whiskey.

All for you.

His compliment added even more heat to your belly, and you blushed, biting your lip.

"I have more where that came from."

A low rumbling sound. It took you a while to decipher it as a hum. "Is that what the courage was for? Not in the mood, poppy."

His rejection would have floored you had you not been already sat.

Not giving up, you leaned further in, fingers trailing over his leathered forearm that rested on the counter. If one focused enough, they'd also spot the slight tremble in them.

At the closeness, he craned his head down slightly to give you a warning look.

It was dark and foreboding, commanding you to watch the boundaries he'd laid or you might just pay the price.

Any man would have run the other direction. But you were not a man. You were horny. For him. Your desire for Ghost had been stoking for months now, and this very moment, so close to him, you thought you might burn alive with it.

You needed him between your legs, feeding his length into you, assuaging the ache that had made a home there with a friction only he could create.

His scent filled your lungs, and you visibly shuddered. He smelled of the storm outside and something else, something masculine and singular only to him.

If you weren't already drunk, the mere heat of him would've rendered you stupid.

Maybe it had, because the next words out of your mouth were sultry and promising.

"You know, it is not ghosts that haunt, but rather they are the haunted. Give me one night, and I might just chase them all away."

You gently dropped from your stool then, stepping into the space between his parted legs, hands daringly skimming over his robust thighs - before warmly palming them, fingertips digging in his cargo pants.

And he was letting you. That fact alone made your head reel.

Face tilting up, you bopped your chin against his clothed one.

At that, Ghost breathed in deep, and then breathed out slow.

Were you getting to him? Or was he really just tired to deal with you, as Johnny had warned?

Only one way to find out.

"I have another joke for you," you hummed. His lids dropped to your lips, and stayed there. You licked them for emphases, the pink tip of your tongue leaving a glistening trail in its wake.

A sound started in his chest, the beginnings of a groan, you guessed, before he quashed it, and you wanted to whine like a little girl who'd been denied her favorite sweet.

"Be out with it," he lowly grinded out.

A small, playful smirk. "What do you call a man who's great at sex with a sigh and moan in his name?"

An intrigued huff, but it came out rasped. "Go on then."

You stretched to your toes, back bowing and perked breasts brushing against his hardened chest. As you dug the heels of your palms into his thighs, your lips trailed up his jawline and nestled right at his ear.

"Simon," you heatedly whispered, making sure to actually moan the last syllable.

When you pulled your face back an inch, you saw his pupils blown, a frightening darkness overshadowing all color. His breathing had deepened, turned almost harsh, but quiet, as his suddenly ravenous look made your knees weak.

You'd never seen his eyes glimmer like that, so predatory, and that turned you on more. So much so that molten heat drooled out of you, soaking your panties. Did he know the effect he had on you?

His hand traveled up between your bodies, and blood rushed in your ears, your heart palpitating. Had you done it? Were you finally going to know the taste of him? Know how his lips felt against yours, moving, devouring? How hotly his kiss melted every inch of you?

As anticipation coiled tight in your stomach, his iron knuckles pressed into your lower chest, right below your revealed cleavage - and nudged you away.

You plopped back down to your heels, taking steps back the more he outstretched his arm and pushed you farther, like he couldn't stand being in the same vicinity as you.

Confused, hurt - a look you did your best to mask - you searched his expression. There was nothing to gain, masked as he was.

"Point made, love," his deep - deeper - timbre chafed the air between your bodies. "But not tonight. Not in the mood. Go on, now. Dance with Johnny, will ya?"

Humiliation blistered your cheeks and you quickly sobered - and felt increasingly sick to your stomach.

He'd just dismissed you like you were some schoolgirl acting out in his classroom.

Hands balling into tight fists, you stole a determined step toward him. You'd worked quite hard on those jokes, mind him.

"Some fun, you are. What, afraid of a little pleasure?"

He leisurely blinked. "Pleasure's not what I'm afraid of," he began only to cut himself short. A glower crowned his ashen brows, smudged by the eye paint, and he grumbled something under his breath you could not make out.

Swaying a bit on your feet - liquid courage, your arse - you flipped back your hair. "Fine. I'll find somebody else to have fun with." Then, inching closer to him, you leaned in to drunkenly whisper, "And when they're balls deep inside of me, I'll still wish it was you."

The glass of whiskey shattered in his grasp when he fisted it too hard, and that groan, that heavenly, wonderful sound of peak male frustration, finally escaped.

"Bloody fuckin' hell, poppy."

With a cheery twirl, you marched away, lithe shoulders blanketed by the crowd, and left the ever stunned lieutenant to his devices.

But his rejection still chafed you, and, oh, God, you needed to get wasted. So wasted, this night would never come back to haunt you again.

. ☾ .

It wasn't after another hour of dancing, partying, and singing sappy songs at the top of your lungs with Johnny and the gang, even tipsily sniffing some stacked soaps and secretly hiding the ones you liked in your bra, you finally found yourself in your designated spot - hunched over a toilet seat and vomiting the contents in your stomach.

It was expected. You'd drank and drank and drank... And now, your whole world swam.

A wretched sound tore from your throat as another round lurched out of your mouth, splattering into the toilet.

You groaned, vision blurred. Ew.

Settling back, you wiped at your lips with your wrist, heaving. So much for having a good time. But Johnny was happy, so you were happy. With his dangerous line of work and your stressful one, you two deserved such nights of peerless fun.

Like the good 'ole times, something Johnny must've needed too, since he didn't usually celebrate his birthdays. But when he did, oh, shit hit the fan in the most amazing ways.

Recalling some of your escapades, you smiled to yourself, completely unaware of the large silhouette shadowing past the doorway.

The lavatory door whined closed.

At the sound, you looked up.

Ghost stilled in his steps, cocking his head at you in question.

You huffed. "What are you doing in the ladies' bathroom?"

"This is the men's." He thumbed his right, where the urinals lined the wall.

What?

This whole time you were hunched over the men's toilet seat?

Another round of nausea shot up your throat, uncalled for, and you bent over the toilet in time to unflatteringly decorate it.

Gross!

This was so not how you wanted your night to end with Simon, either.

At his retreating steps, you immediately clambered to your shaky feet. "Please, don't leave. I get scared when vertigo hits." Such pathetic admittance, but it was the truth. When your world spun out of control, so did your fears.

He stopped. Looked over his shoulder.

You tried to hurry to him, but knocked one ankle against the other, and unceremoniously tripped. Hard. Head first, down you thwacked against the marbled flooring.

You blacked out.

When you slowly came to, webs of darkness blurring the edges of your vision, you moaned your distress. Bit by bit, Ghost's face registered, hovering over yours, his Manchester accent thick with how he roughly ordered you to come to.

Blinking up at him, you deliriously raised your hand to pat his masked cheek but to no avail. Darling man. Were you dreaming? If so, you never wanted to wake up. You smiled a small smile at him.

"Hi," you whispered. You sounded so wasted and oh, so enamored. Sober you was going to have a serious conversation with drunk you tomorrow.

"Don't move. Easy, now, yeah?" He pushed you down when you weakly fought to rise up. "You're bleedin' all over the place, poppy."

You tried to reason with him, say how disgusting the floor was and you could never lay down there.

"Should've thought of that before drinkin' your posh arse stupid, yeah?" was his argument.

Dream Simon was mean.

"I'm posh," you hummed out a silly laugh. "Posh like a Spice Girl."

"Be quiet," he roughed out, unimpressed. From his pocket, he withdrew a glove and pressed it against your temple.

A throbbing ache hissed where the clothe touched your skin, and you winced.

After a stringing moment, "Why do you hate me?" you softly asked.

His eyes focused on you then, deep and intrusive, and you licked your lips in consequence.

"I don't hate you," came his gruff retort.

"So then why won't you kiss me?"

A slow blink away from your face. He might as well have rolled his eyes. "You don't want to kiss a man like me, poppy."

Why? Because it would rock your socks off? Render you into a silly little mess? Make your dirtiest dreams come true?

Even with a bleeding temple, you understood the meaning behind his words. Maybe even rejection. He was a dangerous man, callous and brutal. Men like him only caused pain and destruction, spawned nightmares and reveled in the blood spilled.

But from the stories you've heard of him, especially from Johnny, and from your own little interaction, you saw more than the mask he donned. Saw past it to something buried in him. Something guarded so very deep inside, not even sunlight could pierce the shadows around it, but it was there. And you saw it even now, drunk and utterly wasted you may be.

Maybe he thought he'd hurt you. Maybe he tumbled rough and mean under the sheets. At the image, arousal ignited in your veins, backlit behind the wall of drowsiness and pain that still coursed through your system.

"And... And if I still do? Would you kiss me then?"

"Negative."

A pout.

"How's your vision?"

With you in it, "Good."

A clipped nod. "I'll help you to your feet. And then we can take care of that nasty little wound there, yeah?"

"Aye, aye, captain," you murmured.

When he pressed the glove a bit too deeply into the wound, you immediately rectified your words. "I meant, yes, sir. As you say, sir."

A hum, low and raspy. "That's more like it."

Slowly but surely, you climbed to your feet. For a moment, your vision went black and your ears rang, and you paused, waiting for the darkness to pass. Simon waited with you.

"Better?" he asked when you straightened, touching where his glove pressed against your temple. Your fumbling hand fell upon his leanly adroit one.

Skin grazed skin, electrifying warmth rivaled warmth, and you softly gasped. You nodded, gaze lost in the sheer view of him.

Ghost towered over you, your head lining his broad chest, and you suddenly felt engulfed. It certainly didn't help when the reality of him ending you with just the flick of his wrist if he so willed hovered over your consciousness.

God, he was so big. Just the mass of him and how he crowded any room he was in, made your mouth salivate.

And now, enveloped in his masculine heat, he was all you could see, hear, smell.

Feel.

"Don't look at me with eyes like that, poppy," he gravely warned, lids hooded as he stared you down.

Your throat tightened, lungs drawing in as all air escaped you. "And how am I looking at you?"

"Like I'm dinner."

You moaned despite yourself. It was achingly soft and needy.

You wanted to taste him in the back of your throat, feel his throbbing weight on your tongue, mouth working him mad enough that being pushed over the edge of insanity was his only option. And when that happened, you wanted to know how he sounded as all shred of control left him, his back arching as he spilled all he was worth in you, pumping and pumping, still in desperate chase of that high.

"Bloody hell, still with that look. Not a good listener, are ya? Come 'ere." He dragged you between the two sinks. "Lean against the wall." You did as told, back flattening against the large mirror mounted to it. He opened the faucet and let the cool water run as he wet the glove.

Ruggedly, "Stay still."

With that, he squeezed the water out and slowly got to work, dabbing around the wound and cleaning you up. It was a painstakingly tedious process, but you didn't mind, wincing here and there as you watched him tend to you.

See? Something more in there.

You studied the furrow in his brow, the sharp concentration in his eyes, the even rise and fall of his shoulders, and thought you lost a little bit of your mind for him.

He rinsed the glove, squeezed it, and resumed his task. His hand palmed the whole top of your head as he maneuvered you in whichever way he liked, tilting your face up, down, to the side, as he reached all spots inflicted.

The rough pad of his thumb pinned over the arch of your brow, and you thought you felt him subtly brush at it in his nursing.

When he caught you dumbly staring up at him for the third time, he broke the comfortable silence. "Shouldn't be drinking that much."

Had he been keeping tabs on you? Such wishful thinking, but butterflies still took flight in your tummy. You watched his masked face.

If his lips weren't shielded, you thought you'd feel his breath ghost over your cheeks.

Instead, you innocently batted your lashes at him. "Am I in trouble...sir?" you teasingly - sultrily - added.

He was in the process of wetting the glove when his gaze snapped down to you.

It was brief, but there was a flash of desire behind those lidded eyes before he subdued it with the subtle clench of his jaw.

The air in the room, on the other hand, he could not manipulate. It altered, thickened, became...hotter. Tension pulsed from his body raw and electrifying.

When he gradually straightened, protruding his chest, you suddenly felt suffocated - in the best of ways.

In the sizzling silence, you felt cornered, and your lips parted in anticipation.

He spoke, his words measured and roughish, betraying nothing. "You're bleedin' all over the place and yet you still can't keep it in your pants, mm, poppy?"

You bit your lip, a muffled sound of excitement building up in your chest for provoking a Special Forces soldier - Lieutenant - of all people. "Mhm."

You were stupidly giddy. He merely shook his head at you.

Then, he was watching you again, blond lashes fluttering as his gaze traced over your features, slowly, so agonizingly slow, before settling on your lips. You felt the heat of his stare on them.

A small sound got caught up in your throat, and it wasn't missed by him.

"Do I excite you, little one?" he quietly hummed, the sound rumbling in his chest, crackling ever so slightly, and it felt like honeyed butter melting down your skin.

A tremor racked your entire form, arousal burning your pupils wide and your breath scorching hot - all for him to witness and take in.

It must've pleased him, because he gave you the sexiest bedroom eyes you've ever beheld, the sheer fever in them sweltering and wild.

Huskily, "Yeah?" He stepped forward, large boots emitting no sound. You pressed further up against the wall, chin brushing over the leather of his jacket.

A thin layer of sweat dotted your skin at his nearness, your body involuntarily heating up, an unbearable ache building up between your legs.

And you thought Simon knew exactly what he was doing to your senses, because he followed it up with, "You look at the mask and think you're goin' to get fucked hard, is that it?"

His fingers lightly pinched your chin, his thumb darting up to caress the underside of your lower lip, grazing the edges and eliciting a ticklish sensation.

A needy whine from you caused that broad chest of his to collapse in a visible shudder. Seeing the reaction you pulled from him, your mouth fell open in want, and you meekly grinded up your hips against his thighs.

Your clothed core skimmed over the rough texture of his cargo pants, catching on a crease, but it was enough friction to have your head falling back against the mirror and you keening.

"More," you hotly moaned, feeling wetness seep out of you.

You tested the waters again, widening your stance and rolling your hips upward. Your clit meshed tight against his solid thigh, and when you rubbed it in gradual circles, grinding down, his thigh muscles bulged in response, hitting a sensitive nerve.

"Fuck," you gasped, mouth parting wider. You hadn't expected it to feel this good. "Ghost, please."

With a commanding grip of your hip, he stilled your ministrations. "None of that, poppy," he hoarsely warned. Then, "Shit," he lowly grunted when he felt your hips fight his hand for more stimulation, "That bad, huh?"

You mustered a nod, eyes never leaving his. "Want you," you breathed out.

"Can't have me." A small shake of his head. "Won't give you what you want. 'Sides, you're drunk out of your mind, love."

With that, he released you, backing away before you could reach for him.

Suddenly bereft, you wanted to shout your dissent.

Instead, your body laxed against the wall, palms clutching the coolness of the tiled wall. You already missed his nearness. His hands on you. You didn't want this moment to end.

You didn't want him to go.

Not so soon, anyway. Because God knew he'd make promise to his sobriquet.

"Wash your face. And get your shit together. That's a direct order," resounded his harsh command. If you hadn't wallowed too deep in his rejection, you might've caught the way his hands fisted at his sides when you whined in frustration.

With a defeated slump of your shoulders, you commanded your legs work and rounded the sink.

Palming the rushing water, you went about washing your hands and thoroughly rinsing your mouth. All sensation of him drowned with the water, leaving your skin cool to the touch.

"I'll take you to the hospital," he added more softly, which still grated the air.

Your heart seized in your chest. Why the sudden care?

What game did he play with you? Because one moment, he looked like he wanted to ravish you and the next, like he couldn't get away from you fast enough. Which was it, did you repulse him or attract him?

When he touched you, it was never deeply, desperately, but lightly, airily, leaving you begging for more.

And making him ever estranged.

What was his problem?

What was yours?

Why did you desire this particular man so wantonly? You had to find yourself a fling for the night. You had to flush Ghost out of your system for good.

You had to go home.

How you were going to accomplish both in one night, though, you had no clue.

Yes, while sober, you might have soldiered through the trauma to your head, but right now, still drunk and dizzy, you couldn't tell your elbow from your arse.

Splashing another round of cool water over your face, you grunted when you accidentally swept over your wound.

Appearing much like a drowned rat than the intended sexy Ghostbuster, you shut the faucet, clutched the edges of the sink and lifted your head to stare in the mirror.

Your eyes fell on Ghost.

He quietly watched you watch him from the reflection, a looming shadow in the background, waiting. You expected him to abscond you, but he remained - and that gladdened you beyond belief. Which also now irritated you.

He extended his glove to you.

Breath suddenly shaky, you turned around, the ugly bruised cut on your temple momentarily forgotten. When you made to step forward, crimson blanketed your left eye, and you swiped at it. In the haze, you saw your fingers coated in dark red.

"Bollocks." You started bleeding again. "No need for a hospital. I live a street down. I have a med kit. I'll..." You creased your brows in thought, still tipsy. "I'll care for it at home. Yes. And since you blue-balled me, I intent on finding someone to do the naughty with. I need you out of my system and out of my mind."

Oh, sober you was really going to sit you down tomorrow morning, all right.

He didn't respond to you.

The journey to Ghost proved to be a dangerous one, as the floor and walls adamantly dodged you, making your world swing whichever way you grasped for leverage.

You felt like you existed in a gigantic ball rolling down a hill at full-speed just waiting to burst and send you flying through the air. And you were in a hell of your own making.

Barking out a curse, you heard Ghost stomp your way - before you felt strong arms band around your shoulders and under your knees, effectively hoisting you up in his arms. "You are trouble, poppy. And you won't be taking care of anything in this state. I'll drop you home."

With that, he carried you out of the restroom, the bar, and into the chilled night of London city.

an: it got too long, yall, too long! this is part 1 of 2 for now. i couldn't help it, when i write, i write. part 2, we're ghostin' it up! (therell be smut) hope you enjoyed it!

part two

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