craigs girlfriend


The wind whipped your hair up and around your face as Craig’s car flew down the California coastline.  All the windows were rolled down, letting in the salty smell of the ocean beside you.  Breathing easily you slouched back into the leather of your seat, propping your feet up on the dashboard beside you and casting a glance over at Craig.

As much as you hated to admit it, you had missed him.  When you had left him, part of you had hoped that he would chase after you.  And that is just what he had done.  He had, ultimately, picked you.  It was a little bittersweet, but as he caught you staring at him and grinned goofily as he turned the car with the road you couldn’t bring yourself to care.  He knew he had fucked up.  He had apologized.  Begged for your forgiveness.  And you caved.  Reaching out to run a hand up his wrist and pry a hand off of the steering wheel to entwine your fingers together you smiled softly at him before turning your attention back out your window.  Absentmindedly rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb as he drove.

Imagine being Craig’s ex-girlfriend and coming back to town

“Y/n, hey, what the hell are you doing here?” Craig asked when you walked in with Deran.

“Ran into Deran while I was running some errands, just moved back to town yesterday,” You answered taking the seat next to him. You were trying to pretend it was old times, trying to pretend that you hadn’t moved away years ago and shattered both of your hearts.

From there you spent the day at Smurfs amongst the boys. Swimming, some barbecue, and a few good drinks made for a great time. It really felt like home again.

Towards the end of the night, you were all inside sitting on the couches reminiscing about the shit Craig, Deran, and you used to get into.

“Okay, but can we talk about the fact that the first time I met you guys was because Craig stole my bike as a kid?” You laughed shooting daggers at Craig sitting across the room from you.

They all began laughing.

“I remember having to pull you off of him! What was it? A broken nose and two black eyes?” Baz chuckled punching Craig in the shoulder.

“I could have taken her!”

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say.”

It wasn’t long later before everyone was calling it a night and you crashed on the couch not wanting to drive home in your inebriated state.

Craig’s POV

I sat on the couch a little longer watching y/n as she slept, trying to piece together the feelings I was dealing with. Why does it feel so wrong to be texting Ren right now? Why is it that y/n is back in my life for a few hours and I’m head over heels for her again?

What in the fuck am I going to do?

So I’m thinking about making this into a multipart fic, what do you guys think?


“What are you guys watching?”  Deran asked, flicking on the lights to Craigs room before launching himself onto the empty space of mattress behind you.  Craig groaned in disdain, reaching over to shove Deran’s shoulder and force him off of the bed.

“Dude, it’s date night.”  He stated when Deran lost his balance and tumbled to the floor.  You laughed and patted Craig’s arm before pausing the movie so you wouldn’t miss anything interesting.

“What?  You two start dating and now I’m not invited to movie nights?”  Deran rubbed at the elbow he had banged on the hard wood floor before climbing onto the bed once again.

“Kind of.”  You teased, stopping Craig from shoving his brother once again with an apologetic smile.  “You can stay for this one, but next time it’s date night only, okay?”

“Whatever.  Just don’t watch anything that I’ll want to see.”

Blue Sharpie - (chapter 1, might continue?)

I saw a thing that @misteriawoon posted, and it actually helped with my inspiration slump, so….so here. Minicat coffee shop AU. Because I have no originality.

“Medium Matcha Latte for Catherine!”

The din of the Starbucks didn’t fluctuate in the slightest. It was a bright Tuesday morning, the kind of bright that made you squint without realizing, and the light poured in from the glass windows blindingly. It wreathed every customer’s hair in stunning gold shades and made the cafe tables shine pristinely. The smell of burnt coffee beans and faint toilet cleaner permeated the atmosphere, completed by the sound of tapping laptops, small talk, and slurped frappecinos.

Despite such a perfect coffee shop aura, no mystery customer approached the counter.

“Matcha Latte for Catherine!” Craig called again, raising the strange green drink slightly higher as if it would attract its buyer.

It didn’t.

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  • Title: Senses.
  • Pairing: Jake x MC, Sean x Michelle, Zahra x Craig, Aleister x Grace. Estela, Diego, Raj and Quinn appear as well, though not romantically involved.
  • Summary: My entry for this week’s ChoicesCreates, which I’m hosting, thanks to the lovely @hollyashton for giving me the opportunity.

Originally posted by neaarty

Feelings and memories are often heightened by what surrounds the person, the senses playing an almost vital role in the moment that will be engraved in the mind and the emotions that travel through the body and soul.

Vivid colours ranging from the moss grin of the plant leaves, the almost neon pink from the flower and the captivating transparent blue from the water captured by the eyes; the feel of the wet, cold sand that relieved the hotness felt on the soles of the feet; the smell that characterises the salty sea water and the smell that clings to the hair after a dip in it; the taste of the tropical endless drinks by the pool and the noise of the birds in the morning seemed like the perfect vessel to continue the buzz of energy felt when boarding the plane.

But appearances can be deceiving; and La Huerta had been nothing but an oasis, a tempting and alluring illusion for those who were now on the island. Mislead and betrayed, they hadn’t been the first ones to fall into the island, after all, the devil knows more for being old than for being the devil.

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Updated 6/20/17

Pope Cody:

Baz Blackwell:

Craig Cody:

Deran Cody:

J Cody:


Nikki Belmont:

Smurf Cody:


“Craig?”  You asked, knocking lightly on the door to his room before letting yourself in.  The curtains were drawn and he was sprawled on top of his sheets, blinking sleepily up at you as you walked over to lay next to him.  “Sleepy?”

“You have no idea.”  He mumbled, throwing an arm across you to pull you into his side.  “Take a nap with me.”

“I came over cause I have something to tell you.”  You pushed his hair back from his face, rubbing the palm of your hand against the scruff of his beard in the process.  He mumbled something incoherent in response, but you continued anyways.  “I’m pregnant, Craig.”

That woke him up once again.  His eyes opened so he could study your face for a long moment, letting the words marinate in his head.  “You’re pregnant?”  He repeated, watching you nod.  “Holy crap.  We’re going to have a kid.”


“She your girlfriend?”  Craig questioned once J had walked you out to your car.  Raising an eyebrow J shot his Uncle a weary look before continuing on into the kitchen.

“No.  She’s a friend.”

“Looks too old to be in high school.”  He pressed, following into the kitchen and leaning against the island counter top.

“She graduated last year.”  J answered while shifting through the cabinets for something to snack on.  “So that makes it slightly less creepy that you’re into her.”  Craig grunted at J’s little dig and pushed off of the counter, leaving the room without another word.

Ok, ok, “mature” South Park Fans

Ok, Yeah. We understand your point. Maybe we are right and they are in love, or maybe you are right and they are boyfriends only because they have so much pressure to do it. But… What whit that? We understand. We are not fools. We are fans too. If they brake up, it they say that the had never love each other in the end of the season, well, we’ll be sad, but, the show is like this. The show is an entire satire. 

If you like it, that’s ok. If you don’t like, well, that’s ok too. It’s only a show.

We have shipped them since ‘99, but, if they are canon ‘cause bad things, Have we have to be sad or angry? Can’t we be happy? I don’t understand. The shippers will never change. They can be boyfriends, if they break up, people will write fanfiction about they getting together again, they will draw fanart about they being happy years after. 

So, what’s the point of being angry with us? You know. They are making fun of us, the shippers in a really realistic and soft form. I really like how they manage it. 

We shipped them before, we ship them now, and no matter what happens in the next episodes, we will still ship them.

Take it easy, Trey and Matt are great and love us no matter how weird are we.

With love, a South Park fan like you.