#swear to god it was gonna be a yearly thing

[thatstoomanysausages]

Scar. Scar please,,, the emojis… DONT TEASE US LIKE THIS. WILD LIFE ENDED LIKE YESTERDAY.

[prettyflyshyguy]

eucalyptus tissues have once again saved me from the torment nexus (the yearly cold/flu that you inevitably will contract every winter) and despite being in and out of bed all day - i have to complete my civic duty so lets do this.

You know the drill. Live slug reaction under the cut.

EP7 lets give it up for EP7

Firstly -- jesus did they not take anytime to give Gura a new uniform because he's barely patched up, and covered in someone elses brain matter and this thumbnail pic looks like they're on the hopper getting ready to EXIT STAGE LEFT

not the ONE MONTH EARLIER timeskip you cant DO THIS TO ME

Ok but like. Bharadwaj did you have to admit infront of the entire group AT A FANCY RESTURAUNT that you and Pin Lee had a bit of a fumble like "Sorry for the discomfort I caused you" GIRL THE WHOLE ROOM CAN HEAR YOU GNILERSNGILAEGNBLIHB

--- wait I'm an idiot they're doing a group sharing thing arent they. They were literally chanting her name a minute ago. Jesus christ the flu's left me one impatient little shit hasnt it LMAOO

Anyway before I move on -- can we talk about how pretty Bharadwaj is in this scene wtfffff

Tiktok voice: WE LISTEN AND WE DON'T JUDGE

STOP THAT STOPPPPPPP I'M IN THIS PICTURE AND I DON'T LIKE IT AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH thank you mr dastmalchian for the performance of my life

Ratthi saying "Who is the next victim!" I'm crying its gonna be gurathin isnt it

THIS BACKGROUND CHARACTER I'M SOBBING

I could write a fucking essay on this scene regarding the class difference, the cultural differences and the undertones. But I have the fucking flu. You're all smart people you can psychically connect with me on this right.

OH. HOMEBOY WAS A SPY. WORKING FOR THE CORPORATION RIM.

GNURIEHGULEAHNURTSGHUIERGHJUIEHGNUERISG

that was a fucking bombshell revelation

Re; him being forced to take substances as a means for coercion and control. Look I'm not sorry this is just making me go bonkers he's just like my best girl O'Byrne for real you guys don't understand the accidental parallels between him and her are sending me into a fucking frenzy. I made her like in 2016 for a story and I swear I've never even heard of murderbot till this show came out I can't believe this holy shit holy fuck

This also adds SO MUCH MORE WEIGHT to how angrily he shut down LLB's suggestion at cracking open a medkit for stimulants (for fun). Initially I got the vibe that it was just a general "thats a stupid fucking idea we need those they're important" but now its like

Ah.

this show's going to make me fucking cry his performance is going to make me fucking cry

This was a very. Very good conversation between these two. I am once again in this picture and I don't like it. Maybe its the sickness, maybe it's because I've been self reflecting, but this hit me in a soft spot.

"My risk assessment module was a piece of crap" yeah yeah alright blame it on the fucking module ya dickhead go on then hahahahahahahahahahahaa idiot

GOD AS really just has an incredibly imposing figure combined with excellent camera work to make this thing look deeply unsettling. Great body acting. Great framing. I love a good freak 10/10

THE WAY EVERYONE INSTINCTIVELY JERKS BACK HOLY SHIT OF;IJEIRGHALIERHJA;EOGHJEOSJGH

YESSSSSSS YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS HAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH MY GOD THE WRITERS GET IT. THEY REALLY GET IT. THEY REALLY REASLLY GET IT HAHA YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

"I'm asking you to please get in the hopper. Unless you feel like dying.

I-I mean from them. Not from me."

screaming crying throwing up this show is both so so so fucking funny and just hits such a particular itch I have in character dynamics and the monstrous I'm cackling. Every time it awkwardly stutters or fumbles its words when it realises it came across wrong for how it's trying to present itself I feel giddy ("you're not disturbing. Me." when it was trying to hide and now THIS)

"You should be afraid of me. Please don't be afraid of me." real shit I'm slurping this up like the chicken soup I made last night

this is just like when I watched Supernatural for the first time last year and it made me go insane and I doubled down on writing my own story after and now murderbot is fuelling me now you dont understanddddddddd I'm going to explode if I dont publish Virtual Ground in some capacity by the end of this year

I have to. This show makes me want to make my own damn story better and stronger and get this shit out there SO BAD

RATTHI I LOVE YOU BUT I'M STRUGGLING TO WATCH THIS SCENE THE 2ND HAND EMBARRASSMENT WILL KILL ME

"Cooool. Okay good talk."

SOBBING

"Aah thank you so much for the concern."

"I didn't indicate concern, I was stating a fact."

bitch I need them to get locked inside a room for 12 hours. I need them to have to undertake a duos mission forcibly. I need them to have to cooperate on a highly specialised task that they both are required to participate in and cannot do alone completely.

Do you understand it makes me physically ill

"Ungrateful." WELL WELL WELL IF IT ISNT THE ACTIONS OF MY OWN CONSEQUENCES IRHTGALUHGELGAEULRH

Love that this is just one humungous miscommunication error on full display on both human and construct sides. Both cannot quite understand how the other operates and at this fundamental base incompatibility it results in both struggling and tension constantly forming. Impeccable. Waiter can I have another serving please.

ALSO IT'S STUPID LITTLE GRUMPY WALK AWAY HAHAHA

Thank you Mensah voice of reason (and I'm crying at everyone consistently not pronouncing LBB's name right)

"I was one whole confused entity" UGH WHAT A GOOD LINE

once again I love how this show uses subtle chromatic aberration to show when MB's having a moment of mind palace imagination.

"Circle"

"Nope."

"Absolutely not."

NFGBUIERAUHGULIJEHGLIHBERSUTGHUISLRTHGLUSRHG

You guys didn't even *try* and explain to it what you're doing and why, you just assumed it'd understand!! You need to talk to it!! You need to tell it what this whole thing is! Just like Gurathin "I'm not very good at this game" you have to communicate it!!!!!!!!!!!!

oK i've just been absorbing the entire outside-the-hopper conversation and its good food your honor. No one is happy. Everyone's getting snappy. No one has a good plan. Everyones confused and upset. Uguialerhguhga

CRICKEY, WHAT A BEAUTY!!!

BLIMEY!!!!

Ok that took a shocking and unexpected turn

I'm not going to comment on this

YEP.

God.

PIN LEE I'M SOBBING I ALSO DON'T WANT TO LOOK AT THEM

THIS FUCKING FIGHT CHOREOGRAPHY IS SO FUNNY

BHARADWAJ COMING IN WITH THE ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And then they confiscated their clubs and my rock...

sorry that's a shockingly specific reference to a Dead Kennedy's track in which the frontman just tells a story. Anyway here's a relative timestamp to the quote.

ANYWAY. That's not the flu talking, I have a habit of just quoting that.

If I had a dollar for every time there was robot vore in this show I'd have two dollars. You know the rest.

once again I am looking respectfully at the robot gore on this show however

"We're going. You can come. If you want."

Loving the emphasis on the reality that MB has a choice. It's shitty and pissy about it and it sure does love to complain but it's chosen, thus far, to protect them. It's chosen multiple steps of the way to be helpful.

It's still not entirely clear to the prexaux crew that thats the case (bar Mensah. She gets it the most.) but I think they're starting to recognise it a little more. The focus, care and attention it gave when the worm showed up was the biggest indication.

But MB itself also deeply struggles to recognise the whys and the hows of how prexaux approach it and feel about it. Cause after all it's just one whole confused entity. Aren't we all.

Anyway. I'm still not satisfied in the Gurathin reveals. I need to know so much more. I'm so fucking hungry. This only furthers my theory that he was augmented against his will. It's thrown a jerry can onto the bonfire actually.

I swear to god it wont happen this season but if we get a season 2 (I know the books go different places hear me out) I NEED MB and Gurathin to go on a shitty little duo mission together where they're forced to hang out and cooperate on something IT'S LIKE LIFE SUPPORT TO ME.

IF THE SHOW WON'T WRITE IT, I WILL.

Anyway I love that, once again, everyone has problems, and half of them arise from communication breakdowns. And it feels like we're getting closer to a breakthrough of mutual understanding. Mensah does your back hurt from how much you're carrying right now.

Now this meme comes with inevitable 'parent' connotations -- put those aside for a sec because it's not about that it's about her being the one fucking thing thats keeping two very chaotic forces together (everyone else in presaux and MB) and stopping them from destroying themselves or each other

Anyway. My whole body aches. I feel so fucking ill. I'm worried I've said something really stupid or nonsensical or a bad take here -- flu brain's got me paranoid.

I love you Gurathin you make me want to write my own story so much more and I swear to god I'm gonna make this a thing. I hope I can make Virtual Ground a mere fraction of how enjoyable this show's been to experience.

[isagrimorie]

The Marvel method of moviemaking has included ever-evolving scripts and heavy-lifting in post-production. Striking a contrarian position, Gunn, after working at Marvel, has publicly stated that his DC Studios won’t begin a project without a locked script and a definite ending. Feige says Marvel has never started a movie without a full script but also added that he’s never been satisfied with a script the company has had. “I’ve never been satisfied with a movie we’ve released,” he even added on top of that.

source: hollywood reporter

What he and the company like to do is “plus-ing at every turn.”

LMAO. Sure they start a movie with a full script. I believe you all, but also this kind of 'plus-ing' doesn't work on a TV show and Secret Invasion showed WHY its not the case.

But I am glad there's gonna be less connectivity with the TV shows on Disney+, because then the TV shows can have its own storylines without needing to bow down to the general MCU world. This was why Agents of Shield and Cloak and Dagger were so good.

Honestly, in this case my interest are on the TV shows over the movies, TV series are where I live but for god's sake make them a yearly event with more than 10 episodes, I BEG.

Stephen McFeely is writing the script, but Feige revealed that Loki creator Michael Waldron is also helping.

Fucking Michael Waldron aka writer of the disastrous Multiverse of Madness, who fundamentally misunderstood Wanda despite the number of times Elizabeth Olsen went: "Hey... we kind of did a similar thing on WandaVision..."

Waldron doesn't know me but I consider him my enemy. He knows what he did.

"Marvel classic superheroes will get new faces. When exactly? “X-Men is where that will happen,” promised Feige. In addition, post-Avengers: Secret Wars, there is a plan to “reset singular timelines” and reboot the MCU."

source: deadline

HAHAHAHA THANKS. I HATE IT.

I swear if anyone other than Jac Schaeffer* touches that WandaVision / Supernatural line of TV shows, I am going to be DONE. It's practically the only part of the MCU I truly care about.

*(I'm going to make a tentative inclusion of Terry Matalas as showrunners I trust)

[space-writes]

yearly recount 2024

tagged by @oh-no-another-idea, thank you! 2024 was the first year in, well, years, that i decided i Would Not be drawing at all (for those who don't know, i used to be mainly an artist lol) and only focusing on writing, so it’s been an interesting time of indulging this hobby of mine

Rules: Do a recount of your year with the highlights, special mentions and goals for next year.

2024 highlights

finally finished and started posting The Perils of Wanting! this book has been in my head for so long and it’s my baby and the love on it (and Obedience in general the past year) has been so incredible, and those of you who comment and yell at me are consistently at the top of my gratitude journal. thank you so fucking much

redrafted the first Valloroth book! it’s in a much better shape and i’m very happy to be back with those idiots

hit my goal of reading 1 poetry collection and 1 non-fiction book a month (and 1 extra non-fiction book in the end!) I’m very glad to have expanded my reading horizons

i wrote consistently through the whole year, and i still want to keep writing, which was sort of what the year was about discovering. i have too many words left, gotta get them all out

also i wrote some fucking weird Obsession fics and i’m very delighted to get weirder with some of my writing, it brings me much more joy than i ever anticipated

2025 goals

I want to finally have all three of the first Valloroth books drafted. I meant to do it last year, but work was weird and it took me twice as long as I’d planned to get the first one redrafted.

Fix all the problems with A Question of Trust and get it in shape for my beta. I am sick of this book kicking my ass im gonna judo flip it into submission i swear to god

re-outline and hopefully redraft claws! i want to write about those weirdos again. that book rotates in my brain all the time

finish (at least) two monthly writing challenges (to my own standards, anyway). I’m planning to do febuwhump/maybe combine it with fluffbruary and write a few fics, and i’d love to actually do kinktober…in october…this year…i love challenge prompt lists!!

i'd also like to get some things together as ebooks because i want to figure out how itch.io works with something low-pressure. it's where i want valloroth and claws to go eventually, so i'd like to work out the mechanics first

i’ve seen so many of you all do this, i cannot remember who has and hasn’t done it yet, so consider this an open tag and permission to tag me in your recounts/goals!

[that-one-weird-kid-from-school]

Oh me oh my, I really fucking hate time!

Yeah, I know, I have been complaining a lot about time recently, but even if I made 3 2-mile long posts a week for 5 months and 11 days straight about how much I despise time, that would only show a third of my pure hatred for time.

Every day I go to sleep; and every time I go to sleep, I never expect to wake up tomorrow, I never expect tomorrow to come, yet every time I do; every day when I am thrust into reality, it never feels right, it always feels like this shouldn't be happening, but I just gotta deal with that and wait until I fall back asleep only to eventually wake up again, wake up tomorrow.

Up until soon, I did not think of anything when I went to sleep, I wasn't expecting tomorrow, blissfully not thinking about time, but I now think about time, and the more that I think about time, the more I despise it; so recently, when I go to sleep, the only thing that I think about is how much I wished and begged for tomorrow not to come, to not wake up tomorrow.

But tomorrow always comes.

But today, I had a plan to outsmart time: if I willingly chose to sleep all day, then there wouldn't have been no tomorrow, because tomorrow never came, because I slept through all of tomorrow.

So that is what I tried to do, when I felt myself waking up, I chose to not open my eyes, I stayed in sleep mode, I stayed in my blissful state of mind where there is no time for so long; but eventually, I have been woken up at 1:30 PM, apparently, the package that I ordered has arrived; the plan has to go on hold, I need my beads.

And so, I went outside to get my package; on the way there, I got new string, and also, I saw an amazing notebook, it worked perfect for my plan; also, that was a fine notebook, and I know what I'm saying, I have seen my fare share of notebooks, I have a whole library of notebooks, that notebook was very thick, but sadly, it was a yearly notebook, so I need to wait for the next year to come.

That journey took a lot out of me, I did not drink any alcohol but, every minute that passed, I felt less and less sober, my brain is fogging up every moment that I don't watch piercing fail reaction videos; in the end, I went home half the man I used to be, but at least I got my beads; but when I checked the time, I saw that it was 5 PM, how the fuck did that happen, I went outside immediately after I woke up; the crazier part still was when I got distracted for about 10-30 minutes, it suddenly got to 9 PM, like, no fucking time has passed and now it's dark!

I swear, time really wants me to fucking die.

But, I can hear you from the other side of the screen, with your little nose, saying something like, "I get it, man. Time is an ever-present force that affects us equally. No matter how much we run away from it, we can never escape, time always catches up. And even if we die, time will still keep going; if the entire human race dies one day, time will still exist forever more. We are nothing but ants trying to lie in such an immovable reality called time." Shut the fuck up; you don't know what we're saying, you bitch-ass; go get some real problems and then talk to me.

Or you might be saying something like "what's your deal with time, dude? i get how it feels when you lose track of time and then it flies by. but when you pay attention to it, it is pretty reliable. i don't see why you hate time so much" To that I say: good for you, go sit in the corner right there and be ignorantly blissful and don't bother me; I don't want to explain to you the horrors that I experience every day, but in short, I have a fucked up sense of time, 5 hours ago genuinely feel like yesterday; and trying to make a reason to that is a fucking nightmare.

It really seems like time wants me to die earlier than I would usually do, but I won't do it yet, I have a job to do; if I hear another word come out of your goddam mouth, I swear to fucking god, I'm gonna punch your chest so hard that it breaks your internalized clock; we'll see who's laughing now when that constant ticking and tacking drives you so mad that it leads you into doing desperate actions!

I swear, this time thing is going to be the death of me...

[who-is-shades]

raz dnd 9

everyone wakes up hungover except senna cause she didnt get fucked up lol. they had to roll a history check cause of how fucked up they are xD teya mostly remembers. parsley only currently remembers his android deal.

android is stuck under wheatley and zen asks if hes comfortable xD he picks up wheatley and hes so grumpy lol koala wheatley! teya is grumpy and hungover from the loud robot noises.

teya and parsley are so hungover oh god. senna just shakes her head at these lightweights. zen tries to pick parsley off the ground cause hes so adament on not moving lol. parsley punched him in the face! rude.

zen made us breakfast what a good lad. he fetches teya who was still eepy. parsley looks at teya and asks why she made him fetch hair. teya says he still has her dagger and he claims it. (we started talking about what browsers everyone would use lol)

parsley turns to senna and asks wtf happaned last night. senna reminds him of his deal. wheatley happily claims he learned many fun things about his friends!

teya asks what happaned, and wheatley shrivels and says zen fucks. parsley and teya wake tf up lol. senna tries to ignore that. teya and parsley speak to each other in sylvain again and senna mutters in elfish (parsley understands and laughs lol)

parsley turns to senna and asks if teya and her kissed yet. tea is now everywhere. senna swears in elvish and zen comments they only talked about kissing! parsley comments back in elvish lol. wheatley wants to learn how to cuss! oh no parsley stop.

senna gets up and starts taking down the tent to avoid this topic. parsley and senna talk shit in elvish as we start leaving. parsley also gives teya back her dagger.

zen leads the way! senna keeps talking to parsley in elvish and teya asks him if not talking to android bothers the shit outta him lol. wheatley goes and hangs out with android xD

as were walking, teya's device malfunctions! shes gonna get stinky again! 2 points already and she puts the hat on. android finally speaks up and says not to touch her, but stops himself and keeps going. (senna still talking to parsley in private lol)

parsley tells teya she can have her healing potions. senna asks if a kiss would make it feel better. zen says teya said she would kiss her lol. parsley tells zen that alcohol messes with their memories, but of course he knows the human fucker.

zen points at the map and asks if this is where teya wanted to go. she says she hasnt spoken to her brother since she found out. parsley and senna are STILL gossiping in elvish lol xD

android turns to teya in sylvain and says to stop gossiping! and then to senna in elvish. zen says to let them have fun. senna pulls her hoodie up and just wont look at anyone. parsley shoves his hand in his mouth to stop himself from speaking.

teya yells at him in infernal. senna shoots up 'you fuckin know infernal?!' android goes "this one too mother fucker!" senna speaks to teya in infernal fuck you android.

as we walk, we start to see a town that teya recognizes. and we do from that flashback. home sweet home? average bustling small town. zen says teya has a very nice home. android goes back to being a dick. senna and teya still talking in elvish. zen is going to restock.

parsley is going to buy more healing potions. senna is staying with teya for emotional support, and says teya can show her around town if shes not ready to confront sunnie yet. senna and teya link arms and off they go. wheatley third wheels lol.

parsley goes to the apothecary and the old lady there is super old and hard of hearing. parsley is losing his shit. she keeps getting it wrong. parsley snaps and storms out.

teya leads senna to the book shop! quite a few people inside. theres sunnie! awkward. book signing over! quit running you turd. senna asks if she wants us to wait outside but she says nah.

smeark, teyas friend, is here! he runs the library and doesnt know lol. its almost time for her yearly checkup hmmmm. sunnie is hiding in the back.

senna locks the door behind them for privacy but sunnie gets even more nervous lol. teya says he never answered her sendings. sunnie says hes a famous author and senna and wheatley say they have never heard of him. sunnie asks how much they know. "im a cleric."

teya says sunnie made her a monster and its been this way for a few years now and that it happaned when she followed tori. he says he couldnt just let her die. 'decided to play god?'

he says someone else raised her for him. found her in the forest and she didnt look good. he begs her not to hurt the guy that raised her. it was her doctor! 'do you still wish that you knew?' 'i wish it hadnt happaned.' 'youd be dead.' 'i know.' wheatley calls him a fool and leaves.

sunnie says she looks fine and the spell works! teya says the magic has been failing. sunnie begins freaking. teya takes off the hat and says its not the worse shes looked. senna says shes literally had her bones out. teya and senna realize he has no idea wtf happaned with raising teya. he thought she was just alive again. shes a lich dumbass.

sennas hand is on her hilt when sunnie asks 'evil liches?' he starts crying. teya says he can make it up to her by fixing this. he says he cant find the doctor until the appointment time. he should be here tomorrow though. senna gives him a scary grin in the face and lets him go.

at the same time wheatley went to find parsley! wheatley ignores the old lady and leaves since he isnt here. wheatley hears people mumbling about the robot visitors lol. a little kid looks up at wheatley. so many questions lol. parsley finally shows up! he leaves cause he doesnt like kids but a bunch of kids follow him anyway. so many fairy questions. parsley is a dick and steals their names. wheatley shows up and yells at parsley to give their names back.

wheatley keeps yelling and says that teya is having a hard time and that sunnie is being a dick. the kids hear that parsley stole their names! now their all crying. parents are showing up lol. hes lying through his teeth lol. wheatley finally gets parsley to go with him to find teya.

back to the others! smeark asks if things didnt go well and teya says its complicated. he asks how her necromancer studies are. teya says its going good (lol). explaining the new shit she learned and spells and stuff lol. he asks teya about senna lol. he says teya under estimates herself lol. he introduces himself to senna. she curtsies back. she says teya is quite a charming young lady.

a bunch of kids run up to teya happy shes back lol. they say a mean fairy stole their names! senna goes inside to research that fuckin monster. teya goes to find and yell at parsley.

wheatley is still scolding parsley lol. parsley is indignent lol he gave them back! teya is mad xD parsley says he tried to get potions and weapons and absolutely failed. wheatley says he gave a bolt to a child and also gets yelled at. teya says that old lady normally isnt running the shop. teya says she'll get his potions for him.

an old man is behind the counter now! he also speaks sylvain and calls out parsley when hes a dick! he tries to leave and wheatley stops him. the old lady shows up and the other guy says its his mom and shes not supposed to work anymore. he upcharges parsley for messing with the kids.

senna cant find what shes looking for. smerk offers to help. he comes back with an old journal. its a hasty scribble similiar to sennas own drawing! senna says everyone forgot about the creature. the journal is mostly 'paranoid ramblings' dont forget, its watching, need to know, ect. senna doesnt consider it mad. blood in the pages. she thanks him and walks off.

senna finds them as they come out and asks if they got what they needed. we hear zen ask if business is done. teya and android are arguing again sigh. parsley is so fuckin enraged he cant speak to android. teya lets slip that parsley stole kids names and senna is mad. 'parsley wtf is wrong with you?!' now their arguing. 'if they decide to rip someones wings off we know who to blame' oof.

zen cuts this off and asks teya to show us her home. teya says she might have burned that bridge. its a bit out into the woods. teya says they just found it out here. going right inside making ourselves at home lol. decentky sized. some burnt pictures. disaster inside cause sunnie lived alone for a few months.

teyas room is full of books lol. android snarks they have to be family to be so messy. parsley flops down in a chair that hasnt been used in a long time. wheatley sits on the sofa. zen asks if they can stay the night as the sun is going down. senna says that since they wont see him for a while that teya should let sunnie stay. android and teya start snarking again and senna puts her foot down.

zen asks about a guest room and if teya and senna will share a room lol. parsley yells they should sleep together (same bed) and senna jokes they will keep them up if they do lol. senna keeps casting presti on everything lol.

sunnie is back. hes startled that were here lol. parsley is like 'this is your brother?' teya remarks that sunnie doesnt fuckin message her back. senna says he let his home go to shit. shes mad and stomps up to him about his living habits.

senna calls him a sad wet man and sunnie calls her scary and she has scary teeth. senna shrinks back at that. she apologizes for scaring him and that hes just protective of teya. senna says she already cleaned his mess for him and he shuffles to his room.

wheatley is using his sending stones again. senna asks if parsley thinks shes scary. he says no and flops back down. senna casts big healing on teya several times and gets rid of all her points! senna and teya share a comfy bed :3

[free-for-all-fics]

Hear me out…🫣

Reader going over to her friend’s house (who’s been trying to make the moves on her for years!) and doesn’t pay much mind when the friend chuffs that “the old man’s yearly visit” is almost over. Haphazardly, the guy explains how his dear old dad blows into town whenever he needs money and it’s just best to ignore the dog scratching at the back door.

Reader doesn’t mind in the slightest, perfectly content as she’s tugged along into the house and out of the heat. She’s sitting pretty at the counter, sipping lemonade and laughing at some stupid joke when a weary stranger that smells like cigarettes waltzes through the door.

He’s sweaty, slightly huffing and puffing and has a slight paunch that strains against his belt.

She’s never seen something more beautiful.

Her eyes never leave his figure as he makes his way over to the icebox, lips parted ever so slightly as her friend keeps blabbing on about…something. The man turns and she swears she feels every cell in her body tingle.

“Where’s the lemonade your mother made?”

Her throat is parched and before her friend can answer, she finds herself supplying the words.

“Right here.”

She, rather lamely in her opinion, holds up her glass outward. Calloused fingertips briefly graze hers as the man reaches over. The way he swallows is almost obscene but she can’t look away. Her friend grunts in distaste and impatience.

The man of the hour sets his glass down with a ‘clink’ on the counter and turns just as suavely as he came in to saunter out. Then, almost like an airy afterthought, he calls out over his shoulder as he stands in the doorway, back turned to full face the sun.

“Ask your friend if she will stay for dinner…and tell your mother I’ll be staying in town a little longer.”

Your friend balks and opens his mouth to protest but it’s too late as the man almost glides back to tend the front yard, out of earshot.

You always liked your friend’s last name…Renault, so sophisticated. You could only wager a guess that it was the only thing him and the man had in common. You’re about to ask when you hear the rustle of fabric.

The man’s shirt comes off and you feel the sun, warm in your belly.

Something tells you you’re going to enjoy the man’s visit…however long it be.

Hi Nonnie! Best Friend’s Dad, my beloved trope!! Us disassociating so hard because we’re just so mesmerized by how gorgeous our best friend’s dad is is so real. Everything and everyone around us disappears when a Claude character walks in. Oh my god and our fingers lightly touch and graze against each other while passing an object to the other! Yesssss! He’s so smooth and suave as he so casually asks us for dinner and drops the bombshell that his plans have suddenly changed and he wants to stay longer. He knows exactly what he’s doing when he takes his shirt off under the guise it’s just too damn hot in the summer. Our poor bestie is gonna be Going Through It and might need therapy because of his dad and our budding romance lol! This was great, thanks Nonnie! 💜💜

[harrysmimi]

Italy

Coffee And Pancakes series P7

Synopsis: YN and Harry's weekend trip to Italy

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Friday night was spent at Harry's villa in Tuscany and the next day he was going to drive them to Florence to this museum, Sunday was going to be spent around the neighborhood of his house.

It was YN's first time at Harry's villa or in Italy really. She's been getting a lot of opportunities to go to new cities and countries since she's met him, that made her that much more guilty. He let her walk around the house until he figured the plan for their dinner out, but promised to give a personal house tour himself. He resorted to order a take out from one of his favourite places.

It was a good place YN figured, very private. No wonder why Harry talked about spending time there before he grew to love going back to the flat which is now their home. There was a huge pool in the backyard, which was clean surprisingly given the fact that Harry hasn't been here in a long time. Maybe he had someone come and clean up the pool. Maybe he's planning to use it. There were fairy lights all around the backyard, it was so Harry in all ways. All sorts of blooming flowers scattered around the garden, little weird statues splayed around the space as decore, some used as planters. The villa was very big, but it had the same safe and zen feel to it as their home back in London.

"Do you like it here?" Harry's voice right in her ear from behind spooked her.

"Oh my god, you scared me!" She smacked his chest making him laugh, "and yeah, it's very cosy in here." She shared. "Now I get it why you'd come here to stay often."

"Yeah? Do you wanna move here someday?" He wrapped his arms around her middle from behind.

"When we're retired? Yes!" She joked to which he actually laughed. "It's very pretty out here, can't wait to see this in the morning when the sun is up."

"It's even more prettier in the morning, I will tell you that." He agreed, "do you want to go swimming tomorrow?"

"Hah! I can't swin to save my life." She scoffed.

"I'll teach you, don't you worry about that baby girl." He smeared his lips onto her shoulder with a smooching sound. "I ordered us some food from my favourite restaurant, it'll be delivered in a few minutes."

"Thank you." She smiled. "We won't have enough time though.'

"We'll come in next week." He shared, "and the next. Or we can vacation here next year when you can take your yearly off."

"Mhmm, I want to try all the food here." She suggested and that made him really happy.

"Yeah?" He teased, waddling around with her in his arms, "we'll try everything you want, baby. And by everything, I mean everything." He whispered the last word in her ear making her giggle.

"Stop being cheeky!" She whined feeling him tickle her sides.

"Food's gonna take a long time, I think I wanna have my dessert first." His voice was a deep whisper as if he was keeping it a secret from the plants and shrubs around in his backyard, nose skimming against warm skin of her neck. "You wanna go in?"

"Mhmm." She sounded in agreement, but squealed when he scooped her up with his hands supporting her back and begin her knees as he made his way inside, "Harry!"

"I'm not gonna drop you baby!" He cooed, walked upstairs to the master bedroom. He placed her on the bed carefully. Just when he was about to kiss the door bell went off, making YN burst into laugh. "I swear it said 45 minutes on the application, for fucks sake!"

"Oh you poor thing!" She teased.

"You're gonna pay for this, being all bratty recently."

She just mocked him sticking her tongue out as he made his way out. She tailed closely behind him back downstairs, it was really their food. They sat down to eat their dinner.

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"Okay..." YN sighed seeing a huge statue of a naked man in the museum. "I wasn't expecting this to be here."

Harry laughed, "that's quite... I don't how to say this... Big, innit?"

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed laughing as she walked ahead of him and he tailed behind her, laughing and teasing her all day long, making his usual sexual jokes around her.

It was middle of summer. They had their icecream walking around the city more. Harry took many, many pictures of her, some sneaky and for some Askin her to pose. She looked just that pretty to him, like a twinkling star on a summer afternoon dressed in a plain white cotton dress with a tiered skirt, hemmed to her knees, a pair of black kicks and a baby blue bucket hat.

They got back to Villa just before the sun set. It was getting pretty hot, especially for Harry to handle the weather outside and he almost passed out.

"You good now?" She gave him a glass of water.

"Yeah!" He sighs but laughed it off as he was actually feeling well.

"You sure?"

"Mhmm, I am sure baby." He reassured her, "thank you for looking out for me." pulling her to stand in between his legs, he wrapped his arms around her thighs tightly in a hug.

"Don't thank me for that." She cooed, pulling him closer as his head rested on her chest. "Do you want rest whilst I go make something for your eat?"

"No, I'm fine. I'm fine." He affirmed. "Now come on out with me." He carefully pulled her away from him as he stood up holding her hand. "Let's go walk out in the backyard."

"You almost passed out, Harry, I think you should rest." She scolded him but had to follow him as he was holding tight onto her hand, "lemme go make some lemonade for you and something to eat-"

"Shush!" He interrupted her. "Just walk in peace!'

"I'm not going to carry you inside, you're too heavy for me." She rolled her eyes.

"I promise, I won't make you." He smiled cheekily at her, "I'll be the one carrying you inside later."

After a few laps around the backyard taking in the perfect scenery of the sun setting, Harry replaced her hand into his other to drape an arm over her shoulder. Tucking in closer to her, placing a kiss on her head.

"You know?" He started.

"Hmm?"

"After what happened that at your work, I thought you would wanna end things." Harry admitted with a heavy heart making her halt on her place, "lemme finish please." He rushed as she opened her mouth to say something, "I know you didn't. I was just scared you know. Because we talked about having a baby and about getting a new home soon. Just got a bit paranoid. Just want to thank you for choosing to stay with me, love. I promise, I would change everything and make everyone like you because, honestly there nothing to not like about you."

YN just wrapped her arms around his middle, propping her chin up on his chest so she could look at him as he spoke his sweet little things to her. He chuckled and hugged her back before he continued...

"You truly make me so happy. And I've said this many times, but it's not enough to me because I can't fathom that I could have things and love I have with you. I felt so unworthy of that."

"But you are so worthy of all the love, Harry." She butted in.

"Yeah! Especially if it's from you." He agreed to her, "and when I said that, I wanna have a family with you, even get as many cats as you want - unless they don't eat my McFish -" she laughed at his added warning, "I want to you to have things you didn't had growing up, want to be a part of that as well. You deserve all of that more." His hand reached upto tuck her fringes falling on her pretty face and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. YN's eyes got teary behind her glasses hearing him say those things to her. Her heart fluttered in her chest as he reached for the back pocket of his jeans. "And you're my bestest friend, I love you and I don't see why I shouldn't ask you this for any other reason. Would you please give me the honour to be your husband? Will you marry me, please?"

And there it was, her tummy did ten back flips and two front flips as he finally asked her as he went on his knee, holding onto her hand in a gentle grip.

"You don't have to say please!" She cooed realising she crying, "of course I want to marry you." She got down to his height not being able to bring herself stand on her legs which felt like jelly.

"Gimme your hand, baby." He took her hand and slid the ring on the right finger.

"I want to hug you!" She whined when he was taking too long, but alas tackled him with a bear hug tucking her face against his throat. The reassuring weight of his hand on the back of her head had her crying more.

"I love you so much, YN." He whispered against her hair with his eyes closed.

"I love you more!"

"Don't cry, you're gonna make me cry, sweet girl." He chuckled, his vision would be watery if he dared to open them. It felt like those awfully realistic dreams to him, until she pulled away to look at him for a brief moment before finding her home in his neck. They sat there for what felt like ages but had been no more than a minute, before Harry pulled away to get a kiss. Dipping his head down he buttoned his mouth on hers, hand still cradling her head at the back.

YN let out a breath of a laugh watching his eyes teared up, nothing but in pure admiration. She brought her hands up to cup his fave in her hands and swipe away his tears, before she placed another kiss on his mouth. "You don't know how happy I am right now, this- you made this so special!"

"Only the best for my love." He smirked. "I have another surprise for you." He gestured at the back door of the villa.

There stood everyone who matter to both of them, Anne, Gemma, Sarah, Mitch and their baby, surprisingly YN's older brother and his wife, Jeff and Glenn, Alec and his Fiancé, who was also on photo duties as a photographer.

Harry helped her up as they greeted by their excited family and friends. Alec's Fiancé, Sophia hugged YN the first thing because as a Photographer she was on photo duties.

"Finally three of us are engaged now!" Alec announced, showing her the face time call with Brielle, who couldn't go as she's too pregnant to travel. She was sat there on her sofa with a bowl of popcorn propped on her baby bump.

"Give her a hug from me too!" She yelled through the call making everyone laugh.

They all shared their congratulations with the newly engaged couple, before YN's brother spoke up.

"So, you said you wanted to marry my sister." Asher started, "but not before we follow our traditions as well." Harry looked at him confusedly. YN couldn't believe he actually asked for her family's blessings. She was so grateful her brother actually showed up, but it broke her heart as her parents weren't there.

"Yes, we need to do the ring exchange ceremony, it's an engagement after all!" Jasmine, Asher's wife explained further. She had a little tray in her hands, with two rings on it.

YN adored Jasmine. For everything. For putting up with her in-laws, especially her husband. It warmed her heart as to how she really helped prepare for them to hold a tiny ceremony for her.

"I didn't know about this." Harry shared, "you didn't had to get the rings, would have told me."

"That's the part of the tradition." Brielle spoke, she's still on the face time call.

"Mhmm." YN hummed. "We just exchange the rings."

"Yup!" Jasmine chirped, "we don't do that on wedding day, so there is a separate engagement ceremony for it. In our culture the engagement rings are worn on right right, and the moved to the left hand on the wedding day. Both of you have to wear the rings. That's why these are often confused for wedding bands."

"I mean they do look like wedding bands." Alec pointed out.

"That's why you move them on your left hand later one."

"I understand." Harry listened to Jasmine carefully.

"YN." Asher gave her the ring. It was simple gold band, it a rectangular diamond placed on top. Her brother did an amazing job picking it. She look at her man, holding her hand out for him to put his own in hers. He did.

"Is it going to fit?" Alec started. Harry was confused all along as every teased him, interrupting YN everytime she tried to slide the ring on his finger; he was unaware that it was common tradition.

"Doesn't look like it is going to fit." Gemma commented, she's in on this too.

"Don't listen to them." YN rolled her eyes and she slid the ring on his finger. He wasn't wearing any other of his rings just the one YN got him for his birthday, he never takes that off but it was other hand. Everyone cheered and clapped.

"Yay!" Gemma chirped.

"Now it's Harry's turn." Jasmine gave Harry the other ring.

Harry really liked the gold band. It was delicate, just like his girl. YN laughed at something Jasmine said and gasped at something her brother did. He recieved a punch straight to his chest.

"Gimme your hand, love." He requested.

"Mhmmmm!" Brielle's voice chirped from the other side of the phone call. Yes, she's still there on face time, she ain't missing her friend's engagement ceremony! "Love!"

"Oh shut up!" Harry scoffed sheepishly, his girl found it funny. At least it made her laugh. Without giving a chance to anyone else, he slide the second ring YN's hand.

No one cheered for him. Well, it was part of their teasing so everyone had a great laugh and finally cheered for him as well.

Asher excused YN to a side to talk, mean while Jasmine explained Harry they weren't being mean to him. That it is a part of the ceremony in case that made him upset. He'd just got sister and mum to his side, but they chose to be on YN's side with teasing him. He didn't mind, he'd be on her side too. Deadass! And about the rings too, so he felt a little less bad about it.

Asher on the other hand, hugged his little sister. "I can't believe you're all grown up now!" She just chuckled, emotional. "I know you think, I don't care about you like everyone else, YN, but I do. A lot. You're always going to be my baby. I just don't know how to show you that, but I'm trying. And you know, I'll try. I'm so happy for you!"

It wasn't like Asher was trying to be discreet talking to his sister, he doubts anyone would understand him conversing with his sister in language they grew up learning first.

"Why didn't Mumma and Papa come with you?" She asked, looking at her brother with teary sad puppy eyes, a crease between her brow never loosened.

"Just don't ruin your day because of them. You know how they can be some times. Well, most of the time. Just don't think about them, hmm?"

"Hmm." She nodded.

Harry didn't wanted to over hear the conversation (not that he could understand a word), it was evident YN's upset about her parents not being there. Doesn't matter how much she despised her parents, it wasn't a secret shr still expect that they come back around. She didn't even tried to make it a secret, sometimes. It broke his heart there.

"So, where does Mr. and soon-to-be Mrs. Styles want to go for dinner?" Asher asked, his arm draped on his sister's shoulder. She looked as if she was trying her best to hold his weight, but moved making him trip.

Harry was adoring their banter.

"Harry before you protest; this ceremony is usually held at bride's parents house and everything is arranged and managed by them." Asher explained, "but we aren't back in London, so we're going to modify this part for the sake of current settings."

"Yes, yes, yes!" YN smiled a cheeky grin. At the end of Asher insisting, YN and Harry picked a restaurant to go to.

They had a load of fun when back from dinner. Dancing on to the bollywood music, no booze was included which Alec found to be a bummer. They watched the movie YN had made him watch like ten times, and every single time she never hold back to fangirl over the actor.

Come on, it's ShahRukh Khan. He doesn't blame her either!

YN squealed in excitement seeing Harry walk back in the bedroom with bottles of water, she wrapped his arms around his middle.

"Careful, careful!" He laughed holding her close, but she pulled away reluctantly stepping up on the bed she started jumping up and down.

"We're engaged! We're engaged!" She made up her own little jingle. Harry joined her as well, singing along with her. Grabbing onto her hands he jumped along with with her, buthe tripped and fell straight on his ass.

"You alright?" YN tried to hold back her laughed but failed miserably earning a whine from him. He pulled yanked her down with him as well, she fell with an umph! leaving her mouth. Both of them ended up in fit of laughs until they could get their breathing back to steady.

"Hi," he cooed, tugging gently on her hand.

"Hi!" She beamed at him, kneeing her way to him on their bed. He grabbed her hand urging her to sit on his thighs astride, so she did. Who is she to deny to him anyway. "What?"

"Nothing, can't I admire my Fiancé now?" He smirked, a dimple denting deep in his cheek, "got a nice ring to it, innit?"

"It does actually!" She agreed.

"Yeah?" He cooed, "did you like the ring, baby? Took me very long to pick it, or would have proposed the day after we talked about getting married."

YN had glanced at the ring he proposed with a few times, but it was inevitable to take her eyes off him sitting right by his side the whole night. But she noticed it was gold too. A sweet and simple design with just a diamond placed in the plain frame of the ring. It definitely looked like an engagement ring, not too shabby or in-your-face. She could see herself wearing it everyday.

"I love it!"

"I had to keep in mind to get something which you might wanna wear regularly, you really don't have to, I know how uncomfortable they can get at one point, but hopefully won't get in between your work. And definitely not get stuck in any clothes." He went on about why he picked that particular design, "mum and Brielle really helped me alot with this. I can see this is just so you."

"You put so much thought into this!" She gasped, "this is really pretty, Haz thank you."

"Don't have to thank me, baby."

"Should I wear this on this hand, or this hand?" She asked, confused as to what to do with basically two engagement rings.

"Doesn't matter, darling, just piece of jewelry. Wear on whatever hand you want. I am just happy I get to make vows to you very soon and love you without having people talk shit about us." His fingers resting on her hips reached up to grab her wrist, moving their hands until he was able to lace his fingers through her. "You know for me, you're already my wife."

"Stop, you're making me blush!" She whined dropping her head to his shoulder, blood rushed into her cheeks marking a rosie hue on the highs on her cheeks which he got to see once he pulled her away softly.

"That's true!"

"I know, but, it, it really just mean so much to me, Harry." She started, "you know, I grew up where this is the most celebrated thing, like getting married and stuff. So, ehm, it does matter to me. Really. I don't know, I'm so happy you really respect and really made an effort to make this so special for me, for us even though you have different view on this than me."

YN's gotten quite comfortable with him to be vulnerable enough. All it took was to realise he doesn't judge her, but respects her so much so that there is literally no room for judgement. And most importantly, he's got patience to put with her and listen to every and every syllable which is processed in her brain to the tip of her tongue. She doesn't find it hard enough to open upto him and he's probably one of the only person she feels safe to talk to openly after her therapist.

"Of course, I had to make it special!" Harry couldn't stop beaming at her. "It makes me truly seeing you happy. Wouldn't want anything else but that, my love. Of course, I made an effort because I care for you and I love you."

"And I love you too!" She leaned down to get a kiss but he pulled back a beat. His plushy lips were just a hair away from hers, but he wouldn't let her close that gap too. The more she moved forward the more he moved back. Her gaze moved back and forth between his lips to his forest green eyes all dilated. Dopamine and Oxytocin clouded his brain seeing her so desperately wanting to kiss him. Carefully, he moved their joint hands down, until they're folded on her back and he had both her wrists fitting into his one hand, still pulling back ather every chance until his back was rested on the head board of their shared bed. That had her making a puppy face.

"Don't go around putting that face on," he teased her, "just want to admire my Fiancé for a while."

"Just lemme kiss you." Her pout grew tighter, "you haven't kissed me in so long."

"Yeah?" He taunted, "You wanted me to kiss you in front of your brother and his wife like you don't go preaching around how you don't like people seeing such an intimate exchange, that now inappropriate it is? Tsk tsk tsk!" The clicks of his tongue was doing more than taunting her there.

"Yes, but we're alone now, aren't we?" She smiled cheekily.

"Touché." He left her hands, "I'm just teasing baby, come here and kiss me." Smiling, she held his face in her hand delicately and placed her mouth on his. Then proceeding to press kisses on each of his dimples.

"I love you so much!" She exclaimed and hugged him close, arms snaked around his middle, head rested on his shoulder.

He chuckled, "I love you so much, too my darling. Already can't wait to spend the rest of my days with you!" He recieved a ticklish kiss on his neck making him giggle, "I'm sorry your parents didn't come. But I went last month to talk to your dad and ask for his blessings. He is a tough person to talk to, but you know..." He paused for a beat as she lifted her head back up to look at him in utter surprise, "you know, he gave us his blessings and me permission to marry you."

"You went to ask my dad?" Her voice was so low he almost couldn't hear it as her eyes teared up all over again.

"Mhmm, I did." He nodded, "honestly I did thought he'd show up, at least your mum. But Asher promised he'd show up. For you especially. I don't know when he planned all of that, but that was really sweet of him."

"I, I did too." She admitted, "but that's okay, I think they will come around. At least I hope they do. You know he's been like that since I moved away and refused to move back. But I really appreciate you really going upto his place and talk to him, I don't know when you did that. But I just... I just really love you Harry!"

"I know baby. Remember last month I said I was going out with my mum and came home after you were asleep, yeah, we went together." He shared.

"What? I thought you were getting drunk your ass off with your friends after you hung out with your mum!" She gasped making him laugh out loud. Because he's done that before, once. But that confession alone made her fall in love with him all over again. He really listens to her, how she talks about little things like these and remembers them. "You monkey, stop making me cry!"

"No, because you call me monkey. Cry!" He rolled his eyes, but reached up to wipe her cheeks with his thumbs. He pulled her down to kiss her.

Both of them stayed up all cuddled and just talked instead of their nightly love making.

Sharing many kisses.

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Part 3

Characters: Hyunjin x female reader. All of Skz and y/n’s friend.

Genre: Camping!Hyunjin Obsessed!Hyunjin Perv!Hyunjin

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, smut.

Previous - part 2

Summary: On a yearly camping trip with the group, Hyunjin and y/n finally admit their feelings for one another, but y/n is starting to catch on to hyunjins perverted tendencies.

After completely putting Hyunjin into shock, by handing him my cum stained panties. That he so badly failed at hiding. Ash came back up from the water and begged us to come down with them, to loosen up and have some fun. We all agreed, considering we only do this camping trip once a year.

We got up to go to the tent and change into our bathing suits. Hyunjin going in first, leaving me to zip up the tent behind us. “Y/n, I’m sorry..” he starts to say. “I’ve been hearing a whole lot of apologies from you Jinnie.” I say, walking closer to him. “But I’m not really believing them.”

He stays quiet as I inch closer to him. I grab the waist band of his sweatpants and pull him closer to me. I watch him as he gulps in panic. “How long have you been doing these things?” I ask seductively. “I- I don’t know.” He says. Keeping his hands at his sides. Playing with the hem of his sweater. I reach down in his pocket for my panties and pull them out. “Why am I getting a feeling that you do know, you just don’t want to tell me.”

I take the panties and throw them on the ground. I take my hand and put it under his sweater, rubbing at his stomach, inching it down lower. “It’s been a while.” He whispers. Letting out a long breath as I slide my hand in his pants. It doesn’t take him long to grow. And my god, is he big. Bigger than you’d imagine. “God y/n…” he moans. As I begin to rub him. “What is it hyunjin?” I ask innocently. “You don’t understand what you do to me, you really don’t.” He says. He quickly wraps his hand around my throat and pushes me down onto the air mattress, falling on top of me. “I want to ruin you, I want to show you who you belong to. Who you’ve always belonged to.” He says, unzipping his pants in a hurry. “You’re mine, do you understand me?” He grabs the waist band of his sweatpants that I’m wearing and pulls them down. He throws them on the floor and become eye level with my wet heat. He slides my panties to the side and dives face first. Licking and sucking as hard as he can. Without a thought in my brain, I let out a loud moan. He suddenly stops and slaps his hand over my mouth. “We’re in a tent baby, these walls aren’t soundproof.” He quickly kisses me and slides back down. She slides a finger in this time and starts sucking again. “Oh my god.. hyunjin.” I breath out, curling my fingers in his hair. He continues his act until I feel a ball form in my stomach. “Gonna come for me baby?” He asks and dives back in. I let out a small moan and he pulls away. “What the f-” he cuts me off by kissing me.

“We have to get our swim suits on, they’re probably waiting.” He smirks. He stands up and holds out his hand to help me up. “I can’t believe you.” I say, putting on my bathing suit. He pulls up his swim trunks and chuckles at my statement. He comes closer and pulls me to him. Bringing me in to a deep kiss. I can taste myself on him, making me even more wet than before. I moan as he pulls away. “We will finish where we left off baby.” He says. Grabbing my hand and making our way out of the tent.

•

“You guys good?” Minho asks, as hyunjin and I make our way down to the beach. “Yeah, why wouldn’t we be?” I ask. Hyunjin makes his way down to the water, sticking his feet in. Working up and conversation with Chan and Ash in the mean time. “Just asking.. heard a scream. We thought something happened.” He says. “Oh, yeah. I um.. I stubbed my toe.” I say, trying to come up with an excuse to my loud ass moan from earlier. Damn you Hyunjin. “You stubbed your toe? In the tent?” He asks. Not falling for my tricks. “Makes sense.” He states, sarcastically. He chuckles and walks away.

“We all know what that was y/n.” Jeongin laughs from behind me. I jump at his statement, not knowing he was behind me. “Jesus Christ, could ya warn me next time?” I ask, holding my hand to my heart. “I don’t know. Could you warn us next time, when you decide to bump the sheets with your boyfriend?” He asks, laughing.

I throw my head back and groan as he walks away. I make my way over to hyunjin, sitting in the water. “Everything okay?” He asks, sitting down next to me. I watch as he does. His muscles flex as he sits down, holding up his own weight. His toned stomach being covered with water, glistening in the moon light. My mouth waters just looking at him. And that face, god… if looks could kill. I’d be dead. This man is so gorgeous. How did I ever get this lucky?

“You’re starring.” He says smiling down at me. I clear my throat and look away. “Sorry.” I whisper. He leans over and puts his mouth close to my ear. “You don’t have to be sorry baby.” He says, pecking my earlobe. Sending chills up my spine. I let out a deep breath. “You guys want to go out deeper?” Ash asks. “In the dark?” I say dramatically. Causing Chan to laugh. “What’s wrong with swimming in the dark?” He asks before he dives right into the lake, swimming out far. Felix and Ash follow behind him, then the rest join. Hyunjin stands up and hold out his hand. “Come with me.” He says. I look behind him at everyone having fun, then look back at him. I grab his hand and stand up. “If something eats me, I will come back and haunt you.” I say as we walk out into the water. “I’ll be the only thing eating you tonight.” He says under his breath. I look at him confused. “What did you say?” I ask. He laughs and wraps his arms around my waist. “I said I won’t ever let anything bad happen to you.” He says, bringing his lips to mine. Pecking over and over again until it becomes deeper than that. His tongue sneaking it’s way into my mouth, the same with mine. We hear someone clear their throat and we stop, looking over at everyone. All of them starring at us. “I KNEW IT!” Jeongin yells. They all cheer and laugh as they know that we’ve finally admitted our feelings to each other. All of the guys slapping hyunjins back telling him congratulations.

•

After swimming, we’re back in the tent. Everyone had gotten cold and tired. Especially from drinking so much last night. We all agreed to call it an early night, although it wasn’t early, it was 3am. But that’s early for us on these camping trips.

Hyunjin and I changed into big baggy clothing and curled up in bed together. He watched YouTube on his phone while I scrolled through Instagram. My head laying on his chest and his arm around under my neck. Every once in a while he’d kiss the top of my head.

“Are you hungry?” He asks. “Mmm.. I could eat, why?” “Do you want to sneak to the shop and get food?” He asks with a smile. I bite my lips and agree. We both get up and quietly try to unzip our tent and zip it back up. We make our way to his car without trying to wake anyone. When suddenly hyunjin is on the ground. Trying my best to hold my laughter in, but failing miserably. “What the duck happened?” I whispered through my laughing. As he lays in the grass laughing at himself. “I can’t even tell you, because I don’t know.” He says. Making me laugh harder.

He gets up and we finally make it to the car. He starts the engine and backs up, continuing on our way to the shop up the road. The music playing gently in the back ground. Hyunjin drives with one hand on the steering wheel and one on your thigh. As cliché as it sounds, it’s actually very relaxing. I wish we could stay like this forever.

We make it to the shop and get out. Hyunjin takes my hand as we walk in, hearing the bell at the top of the door ring. We make our way around, grabbing anything and everything that sounds good. “So sick of camping food” he says. Adding another thing to the cart. “Yeah, I get that. But if we don’t stop, we’re going to be broke.” I say with a chuckle. “Yeah you’re right. Let’s go.” He throws his arm over my shoulder as we go to pay for our stuff.

•

We make it back to the tent successfully without waking anyone up or either of us hitting the ground. Thinking about it makes me laugh again. “What’s so funny?” He asks. Getting into bed next to me, with a handful of snacks. “Just you falling earlier.” I say laughing again. “Stop! That was so embarrassing!” He says hiding his face in his hands. I giggle and pull his hands away. “It was funny.” I say, kissing his cheek, then his chin, then his neck. “Mmm don’t do that.” He says. I stop and bite my lip. “Why not?” I ask. “You know why.” He states.

I stare at him for a few second before I throw our snacks on the floor and climb on top of him. “Hey! I was going to eat tho-” I cut him off by slamming my lips on to his. I pull away and take off his hoodie that I’m wearing. I may as well have not even brought my own clothes, considering I’ve been wearing his for the past three days. “Why don’t you eat me instead?” I ask. “Mm.. that sounds better.” He says, flipping me over so he’s on top. He quickly slides my pants off along with his own. Laying back on top of me. “Being inside of you sounds even better though.” He says, looking into my eyes.

“Then do it.” I whisper.

He groans at my words and lines himself up to my entrance. Gliding his tip through my folds to wet it before sticking it in. I moan as he slowly pushes into me. “God you feel amazing.” He moans. Taking the skin of my neck into his mouth. “You feel better.” I say, letting out a breath once he slips all of the way in. He begins to rock his hips back and forth. My nails scratching at his back and pulling at his hair. As both of us let out soft moans, and calling each others names. “I love you y/n.. I love you more than anything in this entire world.” He moans. “Tell me you love me..” he whispers. Not hearing him over my own moans I ask “what?” He grabs my hair and pulls it down, causing me to look up at him. “I said… tell me you love me.” He says sternly. “I love you hyunjin.” I moan. “Again.” He says, pumping harder inside me. “Mmm.. I fucking love you hyunjin.” I moan again as I feel my high build up and I cum around his cock. “That’s it baby. That it, cum on me.” He groans. I suddenly feel him twitch inside of me. “Hyunijn..” I say, as he inches closer to his high. “Yes baby?” He asks. Looking into my eyes. “Cum in me?” I ask. “Make that pussy all yours jinnie.” I say. He takes a deep breath as he cums to your words. Bucking his hips every time he shoots his load into you. “All mine. You’re all mine.” He says kissing all over your face until he gets to your lips. I place my hands on his cheeks and plant a kiss on his lips. I look into his eyes. “I’ve been yours this whole time hyunjin.” I whisper.

Part 4

[churxstomk]

GUESS WHO WROTE A CRACK FIC

(said fic under the cut……. ssigh i am Not Proud but i had fun)

long, long day at work.

kip’s hair is ruffled up as she takes the safety goggles off her face. now to just… go to ling’s cafe, check in and check out, go home, take a nap. well, last time she checked on ling, he wasn’t exactly… um, sane. something about experimenting.

kip isn’t even sure she wants to remember.

she pushes the cafe door. her ears get immediately assaulted with the sound of grating metal on a table.

“JOHNSON! JOHNSON, NO!” ling screams, very, very loudly from the kitchen. “JOHNSON, MY BEST FRIEND!”

what the f- oh.

oh my god???

there’s the “do nothing” machine she gave ling with a machete taped onto the thing, a dead phosphor shrimp cut in half, and- and n wearing fully body armor as ling wails on the counter.

“OH, GOD WHY? HE HAD SUCH A LIFE AHEAD OF HIM,” ling sniffs.

“ah… ahaha,” n laughs awkwardly, “oh- hi kip! please ignore the kitchen counter.”

she does not heed the advice, and instead, looks towards the kitchen counter. she can only assume those are knife marks.

“the- i told you to be careful with the knifes!”

“ahaha, about that,” n seems to be trying to close up shop while ling is thrashing all over the place, “it wasn’t my fault, i swear.”

“then what the fuck-“ she gestures to the both of them, “happened here?”

“ling- ling may have messed around with the ‘do nothing’ machine-“

“i can see that, but- ling! what’s wrong with ling?!” she yells, exasperated.

at that, the cafe owner makes a string of growling and curse words.

“help me???”

“getting mauled was NOT on my yearly bingo!”

“BJFNDHISHDIHSISNUE THE EGGS. THE SHRIMP,” ling’s body topples over the counter as n tries to catch him. he locks eyes with kip.

“GRHRGRGR”

“AAAAA OH MY GOD,” kip scampers to the door, her goggles slipping off her head as she bursts out the cafe.

too close.

too. close.

kip does not look back until she’s going down in the elevator.

ring, ring.

“yeah, what’s up?” plight’s voice rings out from the other end of the call.

“it’s me, kip,” she chuckles lightly, “um, could i crash at your place for tonight?”

“uh, okay. any reason why?”

kip takes a deep breath.

“so um, lingwentferaltodayandialmostgotmauledinthecafeandi’mscaredhe’sgonnatshowupinmyclosetthankyouloveyoubye!”

[so um, ling went feral today and i almost got mauled in the cafe and i’m scared he’s gonna show up in my closet thank you love you bye!]

she hangs up abruptly before plight gets to say anything.

…

where are her goggles?

where are her goggles?

[i-writes-things]

Field Trip? Really?

Natasha x Daughter!reader

Fluff, mama nat <3

request- Hello could you please read it is Natasha's daughter and she's going on a school trip to the avengers tower but nobody knows that Natasha is her mother @maveldc25

Warnings- mention of choking on water, one swear word, and mama nat <3

Extra Pairings::

Peter Parker x Romanoff!reader

Romanoff!reader x bestfriend

Not my gif* found on pinterest

F/N = Friends name

You walked into class and, the second you sat down and read the board you almost had a heart attack:

SCHOOL FLEID TRIP TODAY!! AVENGERS TOWER :)

You half choked on the water you had sipped from your water bottle, earning a few glances from classmates to see if you were ok.

Then all of a sudden you remembered a few weeks ago

---

*Flashback to two weeks ago*

"Ok, Class you can all pack up a little early, today... On that note, In two weeks we will be going on a field trip to, The Avengers Tower, the Avengers will be there to give us, well a little tour!" Your teacher exclaimed, clearly a bit excited herself.

You on the other hand, you were in shock.

COMPLETE SHOCK.

----

Peter stopped you in the hall after school was over

"Y/n!" He shouted your name

You turned around and smiled at him "yes?"

He looked worried "Well what are you gonna do?"

"Don't know." Your smile drops trying to think of things to do "You know we aren't in the same block, right? Just the same class"

"Yeah, I know." He rolled his eyes.

"So then you have nothing to worry about." You smirk at him, walking away and trying to rack your brain of a way to get out of it.

It's not like you could stay home, AT THE AVENGERS TOWER..!!

----

The bus ride was thankfully not too long, but the second the Tower was in view, you got a bit nervous of the possibilities, you tried remembering that they don't know, but if anyone could blow it for you, it was ALL OF THE AVENGERS

Sadly they would all be there...

---

Your class was jumbled in a group near the front doors, each group in front of you leaving one by one, and seeing Peter's class walk off with Steve Rogers, Ned admiring him and flash taking multiple pictures of Mr. America.

The group in front of you left with Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes, you remember the night before them arguing about having to be some sort of team the next day. They never shared the specifics.

You hadn't seen Natasha and hoped to God that she wasn't leading your group.

Then out walked, none other than..

The Natasha Romanoff herself, and you hid behind the group, trying to not be seen.

----

Your teacher on the other hand, moved towards her "Hello! I am Eliza, this classes main teacher! It's so nice to meet you! The whole class is so excited to learn all about the Avengers Tower and everyone inside it!!" Your teacher exclaimed happily shaking her hand

Natasha quickly scanned the group, smiling at them, completely missing you.

"Yes, very nice to meet all of you!" She gave a small smile

"Well, we should get started." She turned on her heel and walked off towards the elevators as you all quickly followed

You were somehow squished two kids away from your mom on the elevator, thankfully the two kids where rather tall.

Blocking you from Natasha's view.

----

You had forgotten how cool the Tower really was..

The lab had totally be redone since you last went in, and all the floors you went on seemed totally different, then what you remembered..

----

Natasha, After maybe 20 minutes had finally spotted you talking to one of your friends in the class, while everyone was walking around the Lab.

You looked up from Tony's latest invention in progress and stared right into your mother's eyes, from across the room, and she was smiling at you. The second you noticed who you were looking at, you looked away and walked over to rest of the group, looking at one of The IronMan suits, with your friend, now by your side.

"Alright everyone, we should be moving on.." Your mom said looking over your classmates and landing on you, as voices exclaimed how cool Tony Stark is..

She smiles to herself as everyone lines up, you reminded her of how you were when you first got to the Tower, so shy and unwilling to keep eye contact for very long, your nerves use to keep you from it.

You get pulled to the front, as your friend wanted to stand closer to ✨The Black Widow ✨

It was stupid, that just because no one knew that Natasha Romanoff was your mom, you were nervous. It would have been better if you were in the back, but your friend would have insisted on standing in the front.

----

You were now in one of the many common rooms, the one that not everyone used very much, you were walking with your friend looking at the all the group photos of the Avengers on the wall with dates, you moved away from your friend to look for the year you came to the Tower, almost 6 years ago...

You found it and smiled to yourself remembering where you stood for the photo.

Right next to Natasha, you remembered hugging her side and when she laughed, you smiled just slightly and the photo was taken..

You weren't in the photo on the wall, but you remember they took two photos, you were only in one.

---

"Hey! Everybody gather round. Gather Round!" Your teacher clapped her hands and we all took seats, facing the wall of the pictures, either on the ground or if you were lucky, which you weren't, some people got to sit on the couch.

"There all yours.." Your teacher smiled at Miss Romanoff

"Thank you.. As you all could see we have dates on all our yearly photos,"

She glanced at you

"we have a few copies of each that everyone can chose one and take it home, at the end!" She slowly continued, after the few claps died down from your fascinated teacher

"My personal favorite is.." She points to a photo in the middle of the wall

You started to get nervous again

"this one.." She smiled softly and glanced at you again before looking at the rest of the group of happy faces

She was pointing at the photo, they had taken almost 6 years ago...

You never knew that.

You never knew she had a favorite.

You never knew you were her favorite.

You smiled genuinely to yourself, well to yourself and Natasha saw you as she was helping your teacher hand out photos

You were nervous again, but..

You were happy. <3

---

Natasha took your whole class to the Tower's Gym, exclusively showing you all where The Tony Stark worked out.

It was cool seeing it, like you weren't in there yesterday, kicking Mr. America's ass

----

Now that the day was coming to a close, Natasha took your class back down the elevator to the lobby.

When you all got in the elevator, you stood right next to Natasha, your friend right next to you looking at the wall

"F/N?" You whispered

They looked over at you, and gave a small smile

"Wanna switch spots?" There face lit up with joy and nodded

You both moved and you looked over at your friend smiling excitedly to themselves.

You smiled at the scene.

----

After getting off the elevator, your friend told you every little detail about what happened very excitedly...

"EVERYONE LINE UP" Your teacher shouted at you all

"WAIT WAIT-" Everyone's jaw dropped

You looked over and saw that...

Tony Stark had walked out into the lobby, and a few kids from all the different classes were taking photos of him

"Before you go.." He swooshed his hand to the side and behind him was a fancy box filled with pens that had the "Stark" logo on them

Multiple kids ran up, as everyone, besides yourself, followed.

Tony noticed you weren't in the messy line for a pen, then did a double take and scrunched up his face

You gave a small wave

He understood immediately and shot you some hand guns

Natasha saw the whole thing and was biting the inside of her cheek trying to not laugh.

Your friend came back showing you the pen, admiring it fully..

You were glad your friend as least wasn't stressed out by this outing.

----

Once back at school, everyone was talking happily with each other, wearing their backpacks waiting for the final bell

*DING*

You said a 'goodbye' to your friend, and they thanked you for the elevator ride, saying you were a good friend.

-----

You pushed open the heavy door to the outside, the light blinding you for a split second, as you walked towards the familiar black tinted car

You opened the door and sat down

"Hey mama.." You closed the door

"Hey bub, how was your day?" She questioned you oddly, starting the car

"It was good, um it was really fun." You changed your answer after registering what she had asked

"It was, really fun.." You look down at your hands and hesitated but finally said

"I never knew that was your favorite photo."

Your mother smiled "It is.. The one with you, I mean.." She said checking to make sure no cars were coming to make a right at the light

You smiled again, this time out the window at the passing trees..

Natasha looked over at you at the red light and smiled to herself, leaning over to kiss your head

"Love you, Y/n/n."

"Love you, mama."



[kechiwrites]

katsuki, izuku, and shouto as types of doting dads

🌿 gender neutral!reader

🌿 sfw drabbles, lots of domestic fluff under the cut, 

🌿  warning: bakugo swearing, of course

🌿 w.c: 1.2k (approx. 400 each) 

🌿 a/n: thank u to my angel @mindninjax​ for naming katsu’s tiktok. sorry about the formatting, tumblr hates me.

katsuki

Bakugo’s kids are not spoiled, fuck you for even insinuating it.

Bakugo’s kids get what they need.

And what they need is a four tier bento box, every school day.

Insulated, of course, because “they aren’t fucking animals.”

And what starts as Bakugo just being a very attentive father, grows into you recording him coming home from his early morning run and grumbling while he puts on the frilly, lemon yellow apron your kids got him for Christmas two years ago, which grows into him carefully arranging a camera setup over your kitchen countertops, “because you’re the shittiest director alive, dumbass.” Which leads to the tiktok account dine-amight, where Bakugo uploads his intermediate-level character bentos, full to bursting with perfectly seasoned rice balls shaped like All Might and Hello Kitty, star and moon shaped fruits and veggies and occasionally, when your kids beg for them, Bakugo’s famous rainbow mini pancakes.

And of course a pro-hero with a reputation like Bakugo doing anything domestic is worth coverage and acclaim, blowing the account’s followers into the hundreds of thousands in a week.

In fact, people are shocked that Bakugo can even find the time. But he’d do anything for your kids, do anything to see them bring home empty bentos, bragging about all the kids drooling over their lunches that day. Anything to watch their missing tooth smiles when he asks how they were.

And if that means a couple of extra grocery trips at the end of the week and really early morning runs and gentle kisses on your forehead while you mutter and shift in your sleep before he starts the rice cooker, then so be it.

“Katsuki, they are not going to eat caviar. They do not need caviar.” Honestly, you were less surprised he was dropping it in the cart and more surprised your local supermarket even carried it in the first place. 

“They’ll eat whatever the fuck I give them.” He bites, pushing the cart just shy of too fast through the aisle, head swivelling back and forth for god knows what else. An elderly woman casts your husband a dirty look as he just barely swings the metal buggy to avoid her, to which Katsuki helpfully spits “Keep it movin’, hag!” 

“They’re 10!” 

“Doesn’t mean they need to choke down dry ass chicken nuggets and grape juice all day.”

izuku

Birthday party dad, the absolute worst party dad. Thousands of dollars on his kids’ birthday parties. Princess parties, pirate parties, any theme your kids can gurgle about liking and Deku has pulled out his tablet and is putting a pinterest board together before you can remind him that the twins’ birthday was two months ago. 

“We can get an early start on next year. What’ll you think it’ll cost to turn the pool into an ice rink?”

          “My sanity.”

        “Don’t be dramatic.”

Gets almost ridiculously bitter when the family across the street throws an All Might themed party when he knows, he fucking knows, they overheard him talking about throwing one for the boys months ago, But he is not changing his plan. Naw naw naw, your kids are gonna get their All Might party, they’re getting the All Might Party. Every single attendee is getting a vintage, tin All Might lunchbox stuffed to bursting with All Might merch; toys, branded candy only released in Sweden, keychains, those little retro bubble charms, anything he can cram in there. The yellow, red and blue bouncy castle he rented rivals the size of your house. And then, because there is not a soul on the planet pettier than your husband, he forces every pro hero he’s ever known to get in costume and take photos with the kids. He makes the one with the twins your yearly christmas card, then hand delivers it to the family across the street.

In October.

You bake apology pies for weeks.

“You know this is ridiculous right? Deku, she’s 2” you stress the number, pinching the bridge of your nose. “She isn't going to remember any of this.”

“I'm not listening, I didn't hear that, I am busy putting little princesses on cupcakes, a task you said you would help me with.” He’s grinning when he turns to you, and when you hold out your hand, he places a piping bag full of baby pink frosting in your open palm. 

Together you hunch over the kitchen island to ice and decorate twenty-four strawberry vanilla cupcakes, nudging and snickering at each other’s lopsided princess figures until the two of you are smearing icing on skin and tossing edible glitter into hair.

shouto

You know those “girl dads”? That’s Shouto. He takes her everywhere, takes pictures of everything that little girl does. School plays, holidays, playdates, you name it and there’s a dedicated, timestamped album that Shouto is begging to show every visitor, mailman and coworker. 

He prints them out, and maintains an instagram account filled with his favourite daddy-daughter moments, updated. daily.

Nevermind that he hasn’t used his own personal account in 9 years.

His favourite thing is buying and wearing matching outfits, carrying her in one arm. “Yes, I know she can walk, she’s very talented, she can do anything. She just likes to be as tall as daddy is.”

Whenever he picks her up from school, your husband slides her sweet little coat on and gently secures her into her car seat, right where he can see her when he looks in the rearview mirror. Then, Shouto drives your daughter wherever she wants to go. 

Wherever.

If it’s the zoo, they’re going, and they’re coming back with a gigantic, stuffed red panda to add to her own (not so little) plushie zoo at home. If it’s Starbucks, she comes toddling through the front door holding a VENTI, frozen hot chocolate frappuccino (no coffee, of course) and a brownie. Shouto asks them to make it special, he would never let her handle anything too hot.

“Shouto, stop. You’re gonna rot her teeth, she can’t even finish that.” Which is totally true, the cup’s as big as your daughter’s head. Not that she seems to mind, the way she hefts it up for you to see from the entryway while Shouto undoes her glittery blue shoelaces.

“I’ll finish the rest.” He shrugs, picking her up and plopping her down on the living room couch next to you, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head before shuffling off to hang up their identical winter coats.

He doesn’t even like chocolate.

“Why would she need a iPad?” You grab Shouto by his shoulders and make him look at you. 

“For…school.” His voice is quiet and subdued and you almost feel bad...before you remember your husband is clutching an $800 tablet he intends to give your 6 year old kid to his chest in the middle of an electronics store.

“Baby...she’s in elementary school…They aren’t even using calculators yet.” You try to pry the package out of his grip, steadfastly ignoring the gentle downturn of Shouto’s mouth at the development. 

“She’s very advanced for her age.” The frown is a full on pout by now and you shut it down as quick as you can. 

“No. Uh uh. Put that bottom lip back in. Then put the tablet back.”

It’s wrapped in shiny purple paper by December 19th.

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Baby You’re (not) a Haunted House

A/N: Okay I know I’m publishing this in the middle of July and this takes place in October and is Halloween-esc themed but we all need a good caring, angsty, good ending story sometimes. Also, I hate horror so this was kind of a self-indulgent story. And despite the title this probably takes place Black Parade era but y’all know I had to throw a good pun in there. Pairing: Gerard Way x F!Reader Word count: 4,101 words Warning: Swearing, angst, description of panic attack and anxiety, alcohol consumption, fighting.

You had always found it a bit ironic that out of every person with any possible interest in the world you wounded yourself up with a boyfriend who loved horror.

It wasn’t your aesthetic that was so contradictory to this, or your personality for that matter, but for as long as you could remember you hated horror. No, despised it.

You could barely watch horror movies, always snuggled up next to him and looking away when you sensed a gore scene or jump scare coming. Sometimes, if you were too overwhelmed, you would even cover your ears to not hear the grueling screams of the actors and to help take you away more from the movie.

Gerard had never pushed this much, after seeing the one and only reaction he had ever genuinely seen to you getting jump-scared, which is when he jokingly snuck up on you during one of the movies and you flipped the fuck out. As in screaming and crying and having a breakdown in front of him.

He genuinely felt bad after, of course, but never quite understood your strong distaste. I mean, horror was so blatantly not real and the parts that seemed somewhat realistic were fun. There was an adrenaline rush behind those scares, an entertaining way to pass the time.

So now both of you stood questioning the same thing: how the hell did you end up here? Apparently, the band and some of their friends had a whole yearly “let’s got to an amusement park during October when all the scary attractions are open and do them as a group” thing, and you were invited. You were hesitant at first until you remembered that amusement parks were more than just haunted houses and scare actors this time of season, you had an array of other fun rides and overpriced alcohol everywhere, so maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

And so here you stood, one of those weird, clingy couples in the line for a haunted house as your back was against Gerard’s chest, his arms wrapped over your shoulders and hands clasped above your chest as you leaned into him and he placed a kiss on the top of your head. Of course, he was more than excited to be here, but he could sense your anxiety and could feel how tense you were all over. “You sure you wanna do this?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yeah, I think I’ll be okay. As long as you go first.” You replied and he smiled, giving you another kiss on the cheek.

“I’ll go first, I promise.”

You had to admit this was freaking you the fuck out in many ways. You were beyond nervous about everything here, the lights and costumes and noises and aesthetic- you already hated it and you weren’t even in yet.

However, as soon as Jamia came running back with some beer for you and her you took a sigh of relief. “Thank God.” You let out a baited breath and practically chugged the cup, everyone looking at you a bit strange. “What? I told you all I hate these things. I need the confidence.” They all shrugged it off understandingly.

You had tried so hard not to overthink this, and as you finally approached the entry door you began to regret not rethinking this over and over to a point where you chickened out. But you were way too deep in this now to just back out, you had to do it.

You clutched onto Gerard’s hands that were still wrapped around you a bit tighter, which of course he noticed, as he adjusted himself to wrap an around around you but be besides you instead, “It’s gonna be okay,” He whispered to you with a smile, “Remember hon, this is all fake.”

It was kind of hard to remember that as you entered the dimly lit attraction with some haunting music. Thankfully, multiple people were in front and behind you, so hopefully the scares directly on you were limited, but as soon as the first person jumped out you jumped back a bit and towards Gerard, clutching on his hand again as your breath sped up. You could feel him smile and chuckle off the scare, meanwhile you felt like you were fighting for your life internally, but you knew this was stuff he had been through before and handled flawlessly.

The second scare came soon after, and the flashing lights and loud noise caught you off guard as you nuzzled your face into Gerard’s hoodie as if trying to get it to stop. Gerard didn’t think much of this, too distracted by the fun he was having getting scared left and right, and simply moved his hand to run his fingers through your hair assuming it would help to alleviate the problem.

And jump scare after jump scare you could feel a panic attack rising. Your breathing became short and limited, your head spinning as you began actually shaking and practically frozen, only your feet guiding you. There was one last scare before the end, and finally tears pricked at the bottom of your eyes, emotion running high and your brain on full speed.

You stayed silent as everyone else walked out, laughing a bit and talking about how fun it was. Meanwhile, you were still trying to just breathe and not pass out, your lungs feeling like they were squeezing together. Gerard was smiling, but as soon as he looked down to check on you he realized how much he had fucked up. “Honey?” He asked, and when you didn’t respond in any way and he noticed how dramatic your breathing was he immediately realized you were having a panic attack.

“Mikey,” He quickly turned to his brother, “Y/N and I are gonna run to the bathroom, just text me with where you guys end up.” The younger brother nodded as Gerard quickly grabbed your hand and swooped you through some of the areas around the edge of the paths where he hoped the scare actors around would not scare you more, and more importantly, him, because at this point he would sucker punch one of them.

Once he found a secluded area next to one of the bathrooms and away from everything he grabbed your face, cupping your cheeks with his hands, “Honey, I need you to take deep breaths, okay? Count to three with me and starting breathing in, then out.” He began the count from one up to three, each time showing you how to deep breath in and out until your breathing felt more controlled and not staggered. And that’s when the tears silently rolled down your cheeks. “I knew this was a shitty idea. Fuck, I’m an awful boyfriend.” He muttered, rolling his sleeves over his hands to rub the slow trailing water off your cheeks. “I’m so sorry baby.”

You nodded a bit letting out a little sob as he held you as closed as he could, making sure to wrap his arms tight around you and letting you cry a bit into his chest before you calmed down a bit more. “I- I’m s-sorry.” You muttered out, wiping your own tears with the sleeve of your hoodie now. He gave you a completely confused look. “I- I shouldn’t h-have come and r-ruined all the fun.” You tried to explain, catching your breath, “This i-is not my thing a-and it was stupid.” “No baby.” He tried to explain, “Just because you don’t like scary things doesn’t mean you shouldn’t come. There are so many other things and I should’ve taken those into consideration and suggested the group split up. Besides, Jamia and a few other people don’t even like the scary stuff as much.”

“Y-yeah but still.” You sobbed a bit more and he continued to hold you, “I-I’m ruining your fun.”

“You’re not ruining a single thing for me.” He tried to explain as sincerely as possible, “I would be more than happy to just ride roller coasters with you for the rest of the night.” “N-no,” You began, “You love all this scary stuff, and- and you get it one time a year. It’s unfair I’m here making it worse.”

“Honey-” He tried again to explain despite feeling partially defeated in this battle, “I have horror movies year round, and there are haunted places everywhere all the time. Trust me, this is not just about me. You’re supposed to have fun too, and I should’ve known better than to have let you pressure yourself and go in there.” “But I didn’t want to inconvenience anyone else.” “Sweetie, in this situation I need you to think about yourself, m’kay?” He softly smiled, “I crossed a boundary and I’m sorry I made you feel this way.” “But I did it to myself.” “And I should’ve stopped it and suggested we do something else.” He rubbed your back a bit as you finally cooled down. “So now, let’s make it through this one last section of jump scares, meet up with the group, and we should split up.” You nodded this time in agreement, giving in.

Gerard kept you closer to him than ever as you made your way through the final scare zone and found your group near the entrance to one of the other haunted houses. “Hey guys,” Gerard beamed, putting on a good face again as everyone smiled back and you tried to smile too, “I was just thinking it might be a good idea to split up. Ya know, maybe the people who like scary stay here and the people who don’t do the actual rides.” “Finally.” Jamia sighed, “I don’t wanna do this again, I’ll lead the second group and we’ll go somewhere else.” She proclaimed and Gerard nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll go with the other group.” One of the other girls spoke up.

“Me three.” So did another guy.

“Y/N?” Jamia asked you and you nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll go with you guys.” “Okay, great.” She smiled, walking over to you, “Now you weirdos have fun getting scared and we’re going to go and ride actual, fun rides.”

Gerard gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, “If you need anything, call me or text me, alright?” You nodded as Jamia quickly dragged you away and down towards the entrance. As soon as you crossed the line, you took a deep sigh of relief. “I hope none of us made you feel pressured to go into that haunted house. I know you hate horror.” “No, none of you did.” You admitted with a shy smile, “i just pressured myself and ya know, ended up embarrassing myself.” She rolled her eyes.

“A panic attack is not embarrassing,” She insisted, “Listen, you tried something and didn’t like it. Doesn’t mean you have to do it again.”

“Yeah, true.” You replied, “I just feel a bit bad that I dragged Gee away, ya know he really loves this stuff.” “Yeah, he’s kinda a weirdo like that.” She said and you lightly laughed, “But then again, they all are. Let them have their fun. Besides, roller coasters are way more fun anyways.” “True.” You happily smiled for the first time that night.

Gerard wasn’t worried about you now, being safe in the presence of Jamia and normal amusement park things and not the shit show he had dragged you into. While he doubted the guys would ever do such a thing, he was incredibly grateful to hear them actually be more sympathetic for you over judgmental. Gerard kept his mouth shut for the most part, partially because there wasn’t much to say, and partially because he did miss you.

He almost regretted staying here and doing his usual thing, considering you were way more fun anyways. You always had stupid little games to play in the lines, and despite him not drinking, and in general not condoning anyones drunken state, he did find it amusing when you were a bit tipsy and let loose. You were always funny, charming, and sweet, but when you were drunk it just amplified.

“You doin’ alright, Gee?” He heard Frank ask in the line and he nodded.

“Yeah, fine.” He replied.

“Ya know you can go with the others if you want, it’s really no biggie-” “Nah, it’s alright.” He smiled a bit, “Besides, I think Y/N needs her space.” “You don’t seriously blame yourself for what happened, do you?” Frank asked and Gerard shrugged a bit.

“I mean, kind of. She took the blame fully, and I know it was her decision, but I really should’ve stuck up for the logic more and, ya know, been a bit more guarded. Especially in there. I was too lost in the stupid scares and shit to notice my girlfriend entering a fucking panic attack.”

“Well, still, it was her decision.” Frank responded, “I mean, I applaud her for trying, ya know, but regardless, her decision.” “But it’s not that simple Frank.” He sighed. “Like, if Jamia were to put herself in danger, and she wanted to, but you knew better, would you not try to stop her and help?” “I mean, depends on how persistent she was.” Frank admitted, “If she was sure about it, I wouldn’t. I would respect her decision. If she was less sure, I might try to talk her out of it. But Gee, you have a really stubborn woman on your hands. She’s not gonna give up without a fight. Good in most situations, but maybe not here.” Gerard couldn’t argue with that. Maybe stubborn wasn’t the right word, that implied that you just wanted your way, but persistent definitely matched your personality. You were logical and reasonable, most of the time, but he still felt a ting of guilt.

“Hey man, it’s okay, really.” Mikey consoled Gerard as he stood next to him, “Y/N’s fine now, she’s through the worst of it off having fun with everyone else and doing what she wants to do. She came here because she wanted to with you, went out of her comfort zone, tried, and it didn’t go well. This is her time, don’t think about it. She’s probably on a roller coaster screaming her head off and having the time of her life.”

“Shit, that was so much fun!” You squealed and threw your arms up in the air as you exited the gates to another coaster.

“I know right?” Jamia laughed, grabbing your hand in hers, “This is way more fun than haunted houses and stupid jump scares.” “You’re absolutely right.” You smiled, “I could go for another drink.” Jamia sighed.

“I mean, I could too. Should I? Logically, no. Will I? Yes, I will.”

You had probably spent a solid 40 bucks by now on drinks, now on your fourth as you happily sipping the edge of the plastic cup, skipping around with your newfound group of friends who had partaken in the much more fun version of this trip with you.

Did you miss Gerard? Sure, a little bit. But you were having the time of your life and had never felt better. He was probably having a good time too, so what did it matter? Distance was good. Having friends together you could hang out with separately was also good.

“The best part about this entire thing is that there are like, no lines.” One of the others in the group, John, maybe? Or Jason or- something spoke up and you smiled.

“Yeah, those losers are probably waiting sooooooo long and for what? Someone to scare them?” You scoffed, “This is all way more fun.” The three of them nodded along with you.

“The park closes in 20, we should probably try to meet up with ‘em guys. Ray spoke up as they all exited the last haunted maze for the night.

“Yeah, I’ll text Mia and see where they’re at.” Frank spoke up, pulling out his phone.

Gerard pulled out a cigarette and his lighter, quickly making sure to light it properly before taking a deep whiff in and out. You hated when he smoked (although he knew you secretly loved the look of it, he wasn’t dumb and could easily see you starring with big doe eyes). He let the cigarette dangle a bit, leaning against a railing and letting the smoke out of the corner of his mouth, the dopamine hitting him just a bit after already coming off of an adrenaline high from inside the maze.

He was worried about you, which in the grand scheme of things, was ridiculous, but he was still worried.

“Okay, they’re towards the front of the park, they just got off a ride so this is the perfect time to meet them.” They all nodded their heads in unison heading that way.

Gerard was more than relieved to see you from afar with a huge smile on your face and laughing. He took a deep breath realizing that you were okay again, and clearly doing pretty well. As soon as the group saw them, you guys all waved and Gerard smiled when your eyes met his.

“Hey Gee!” You happily beamed as he came over and hugged you.

“Hey, hon.” He replied, still smiling, and wrapping his arm tightly around your back. “How were all the rides!” “Soooo fun!” You lightly laughed, leaning onto him pretty heavily, a tell tale sign to him that you clearly didn’t just go on rides. “Jamia’s, like, the best ride buddy ever! And there were no lines, ugh, it was great.” You contently sighed as Gerard held onto you a little more for balance.

“I’m glad,” He replied, “How many drinks did you have?” You grumbled.

“Don’t parent me.” You replied.

“I’m not, I’m just asking how many drinks you had.” He innocently smiled.

“Four, I think.” You replied, “I’m just tipsy, that’s all.” “Just tipsy.” He repeated with a shake of his head and chuckle under his breath, mentally preparing for the grump you would be in the morning with a hangover.

You all said your goodbyes, and headed to your own cars. Gerard happily plopped in the driver’s seat, you taking passenger as he swiftly backed out and managed to beat traffic out of the park. “So, did you have fun?” He asked.

“So much,” You smiled happily, leaning your head against the headrest, “I wanna go again. Just, without the haunted stuff.” He nodded, still feeling that ting of guilt brewing within him. He probably shouldn’t have even asked you to come in the first place, despite wanting to take you and how it all ended up fine, but he probably should’ve stopped thinking about you going with your typical reactions to horror movies and such.

“Yeah,” He nodded to himself, “Ya know, maybe we could go again in the summer. I’m not sure if fall is the best time with all that.” You shrugged.

“Eh, fall’s kinda nicer. It’s chillier and prettier than summer. I’ll just stay away from the haunted things again.”

“But what if you can’t.” He began, the self judgment and punishment for his lack of prevention of you making a dumb decision that in the end hurt you all hurdling at him at once. “And what if all this happens again and then you enter a panic attack because I let you go and do something you shouldn’t have done.” “Gee,” You fought back a bit, “I- it was my decision and we both know that! I decided to come, I decided to go in there, and I faced the consequences of my actions.”

“Yeah, and do you know how fucking easy of a move it would’ve been for me to have just thought this was a terrible idea like it was and stopped you in the first place?” He raised his voice just a bit out of frustration. You took a second to consider what he was saying, but it all clearly rubbed the wrong way.

“If you’re saying what I think you’re saying, then you shouldn’t even tell me about your stupid events with your friends and just go by yourself.” You turned away from him, crossing your arms and looking out of the window at the highway which was relatively deserted from cars at this ungodly hour. “Huh?” He now asked, his eyebrows and voice both knitted in confusion.

“If you’re embarrassed to bring me to these things just say it!” You spat out, simple and hard. He gave an even more confused look.

“When did I ever say that?” “You didn’t have to say shit to me, all your fucking context clues helped me solve the stupid puzzle.” You responded, “Being distant, fucking pushing me away- listen, I know I’m not good with scary things and I tried this once because I know they make you happy. And I didn’t say a single thing about you coming to ride a single fucking ride with me because at the end of the day you only get your scary paradise once a year so who am I to ruin that. So I’m sorry I end up being so embarrassing to bring to these things, I just wanted to make you happy. But if you would be happier with me at home or doing something else I’m fine with that too.” “Honey, that’s not what I meant at all I-” He collected himself to a calm and soothing manner, letting his voice become more genuinely himself over fueled by anger. “I want you to come to these things, of course I do! Everyone likes you, you’re funny and friendly but- listen, most of what I said is just me blaming myself for making you feel that way.” “Why would you ever think that?” You asked next.

“Because- just like you said, I know all you were trying to do was make me happy and you pushed yourself way outside of your comfort zone to try and do that to a point where you entered a panic attack all to try and make me happy. Honey, you have to promise me to never put my happiness over your own.”

“Gee, sometimes you have to do that in relationships.” “Well yeah, sometimes when one of us gives in to going to the other’s choice of breakfast spot but that doesn’t lead to a full blown panic attack.” He argued, “I never meant to put you in an uncomfortable mental state.” “You didn’t!” You said back, “Gerard, how many times do I have to repeat it, I put myself in that situation. And listen, you should be feeling absolutely no guilt right now for anything. You didn’t make a single decision for me, and while sure, making you happy might have influenced my decision making, I still made that decision. Not you. And it’s my decision to live with. Not yours.” He took a deep sigh and rubbed his temple a bit, still keeping his eyes on the road as you reached for his hand that now sat on his thigh, holding it. You had always loved how your hands were so small in his, how he could just squeeze around yours and it seemed like it would disappear.

“It’s not your fault. At all.” You repeated one last time for good measure and he nodded a bit. “Besides, it all worked out anyways. What’s the point in worrying about something that happened in the past when we can’t go back and change it and it all ended up okay?” “You always make real good fucking points.” He grumbled and you laughed lightly.

“Thanks,” You smiled.

“Ya know I’m not embarrassed of you, at all, right?” He asked next. “I still don’t know how to be with someone so perfect, if we’re being honest.”

“I’m not sure if I’m that perfect.” You said, biting your lip a bit and trying to hide a growing blush, “I mean, I did just have a panic attack in front of your entire friend group, which is kinda very embarrassing, by the way.”

“Maybe that’s just a reminder to everyone around you that you’re human, not the literal fucking goddess you look like.” “Stop,” You grumbled with a smirk, “Handling compliments like that takes a lot of emotional energy. And I don’t know if I have much left after tonight.”

“Alright, hon.” He softly smiled squeezing your hand again, “So, are we doin’ this again next year?” “Absolutely.” You nodded with a smile of your own, “Just maybe minus the haunted houses and me. That’s not a good combination.”

[gaymansruse]

f r e n i m i e s

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 .𝟎𝟏

TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader [academic rivals??]

Summary → You and Peter never really liked each other, you were the preppy honour roll student that knew everyone and he was the quiet overachiever that usually kept to himself.. What happens when the two of them are forced to work together.

Warnings → Mild swearing, awkwardness between reader and peter because ugh teenage crushes are always awkward. other than that its just your typical academic rivals story sorta.

Word Count → 1.7k+

A/N → I haven't written anything in over a year due to my own laziness and lack of motivation, I don't expect this to be perfect, but this is also my first time posting any of my work. Critcism is welcome! Happy reading <3

The day was passing by slower than usual, you didn't share any classes with your friends and couldn't hang out with them during your breaks because you were helping one of the teachers out with setting up the hall for the yearly play.

It was currently last period and you were exhausted, thinking you only had a another hour to endure until you could go home and sleep.

That is until He walked in.

Peter Parker.

You had forgot of his existence in your brief moment of peace, too bad all nice things come to an end.

There were at least 3 empty seats in class today, but he just had to take the one right next to you.

"[y/l/n]" He said, smirking at you, as if knowing he ruined your mood.

"Parker." You said in return, annoyence very clear in your tone. "You look greasy today, did you forget to shower?"

"Yes actually, thank you for noticing, who knew you paid such close attention to me."

"It's not that unoticable if you look shiny."

"Isn't that a good thing? You look shiny constantly."

"What? No I don't." Feeling somewhat self concious you pulled out your small pocket mirror to check. Of course he was lying.

"Wow, you really care about what I say."

"Shut up and do your work, Parker."

"Whatever you say, [y/l/n]."

Does he always have to get the last word in? Why is his voice so unbelievably annoying? How do you forget to shower? How does he still look so cute though? Ew no, he doesn't stop thinking that, he's gross and greasy and him and his charming stupid smile arent't gonna win today.

You snap back to reality when the teacher starts reading out names in pairs. Shit, you should have been listening.

"Peter Parker and [y/n] [y/l/n]."

H e h ?

"Looks like we're partners now [y/l/n]"

"Oh god no." You whisper to yourself, Peter clearly heard considering he had a shit eating grin on his face.

"So.. Partner, Whatcha feel like doing for the project?"

"I- ugh, I wasn't paying attention."

"Hmm? What was that?"

"I said I wasn't paying attention." I whisper yelled at him. something tells me he already knew, because that stupid smile stayed the same.

"Well that just means I have to come over to your house so we can discuss it."

"What why? We have like 40 minutes of the lesson left anyway."

"Too late, I already made up my mind."

"Parker, I'm serious, the rest of this lesson is probably to discuss our projects anyway."

"Oh well, you're clearly not paying attention, so might as well do it when we get to your place."

"Oh my lord, if you're so insistent on this why can't we just go to your place?"

"Oooh, you just wanna see where I sleep don't you? What a freak."

"No, I'm just not allowed boys over."

"O-oh."

"Yeah, o-oh."

"Well then I guess I could let you over to my place, just be warned I live with my aunt May so.."

"I just hope she's cooler than you."

•❀•

The rest of the lesson was unusually silent between you and Peter, usually there was some type of comment here and there, but for some reason he didn't say anything.

You knew you hadn't done anything wrong, but it sorta felt like it you had.

When the bell rang you quickly packed up and waited for Peter to do the same, but it seemed like he was taking his time.

"Can you hurry up?"

"Are you really that excited to come over?"

"No, I just want to get this over and done with."

"Right, sure you do."

He had finially picked up his stuff and walked out of the classroom without looking back to see if you were following.

You tried to catch up to him without bumping into anyone, continuously saying sorry, excuse me and pardon me until you finally caught up to him.

How does he walk so fast.

"Do you have to walk so fast?"

"Do you have to walk so slow?"

"I was not walking slow."

"Seems to me like you were."

"You're a child."

In response he just gave a cute annoying grin and grabbed your arm so you wouldn't fall behind again.

Blood rushed to your cheeks and your skin tingled where he was holding. You wanted to push his arm off but then again you didn't. Why? you didn't know.

•❀•

He didn't live super far away from the school, but far enough that it was about a 30 minute walk to his apartment. When you got there a voice instantly greeted Peter in a cheerful tone, not realising you were there yet.

She was faced away from the door, stirring a pot of sauce over the stove.

"Hey aunt May! How was your day?"

"Oh my day was just fine dear." She turned around with a bright smile on her face, her aura bright and welcoming. Her eyes shifted to me, her smile somehow growing wider.

"Hello, I'm [y/n]. It's lovely to meet you." You couldn't help but smile as you spoke, something about her just made you so unbelievably happy.

"Oh Peter's told me all about you dear." She walked up to you with her arms wide and hugged you.

Peter's talked about me?

You look over to Peter to see him cringing at the statement, but there's still a light tink of pink on his cheeks. "Okay aunt May, that's enough, we need to do our school work now, so if you could please stop holding her hostage, that'd be great."

"Holding me hostage? I'd much rather stay out here with May than go work on our project with you."

"Well too bad." He said while grabbing my arm and dragging you to his room.

"I'll be back for you May!"

She let out a hearty laugh and went back to cooking.

Once in Peters room he sat down on his bed and pulled out his school books, while you stood awkwardly near the door.

"You can sit down on my bed if you want, I also I a chair near my desk too." He said while looking up at you. Before you could answer though, he spoke again. "I'm gonna go for a quick shower, don't wanna be all greasy. I'll be right back."

And at that he sped out of the room to where you would assume the bathroom is.

I guess it wouldn't hurt to look around..

You set down your bag on his bed and glanced around the room, he had posters of various different franchises, his bed situated in in the corner near the window and the sheets ruffed and untidy from when he sad on it.

Near the door was his desk that had several books on string theory and quantum physics. Interesting. But tthere were also sheets that were filled with his writing on different formulars, you weren't exactly interesting in looking at chemisty equations so you moved your eyes elsewhere.

You noticed there was a book peeking out from under his bed, you picked it up to see there was no title, and its pages where quite thick.

You flicked through it, realising it was all pictures of random things, with a few words written underneath them, you kept skimming through until you saw a picture of yourself, and the words underneath read.

Looking at her is like looking at the sun, it hurts but it's just so beautiful to not look at. Knowing she'll never like me in the same way just means I can admire her beauty from afar.

Just as you were about to flip to another page, you heard the door open. "I told you I'd be quick." Peter walked in with a smile, his hair wet from the shower, and his clothes looked baggier and more comfy.

His smile dropped when he saw what you was holding, and it turned into a frown when he saw what page you were on. "Did nobody ever tell you not to snoop?"

"I'm sorry Peter, I didn't know what it was and when I realised I couldn't stop looking."

"It's not that you couldn't, you just didn't want to. How self centered to you have to be to look through peoples stuff thinking you can do what you want?"

His saddness quickly turned to anger, and rightfully so, you shouldn't have looked through his stuff.

"Peter I'm really sorry, truly."

"You are so spoiled to think I'd forgive you for this."

His voice raised a bit but not loud anout to alert aunt May.

"I don't expect you to forgive me, I'm just saying sorry, I can leave now if you want."

At that point he noticed how sad you looked, like you genuinely meant what you were saying. "No, no. It's fine, it's not that big of a deal, I shouldn't have gotten mad."

"But you did and that's totally fine. I shouldn't have looked through your stuff."

That's when you realised what exactly you had read, and blood rushed to your cheeks.

After a minute of silence, neither of you knowing what to say, you asked, "Did you mean it?"

"Mean what?"

"What you wrote."

"Yeah.. Does that bother you?" His eyes flickered down to the floor, as if waiting for you to say it does, that you don't like him.

"No, it doesn't. I just thought you hated me is all."

"How could anyone hate you, even when you're mean, you're nice."

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"Oh."

"How do you feel about me?"

"I- I think I like you.."

"You think?"

"I don't know, I'd like to get to know you more."

"I think thats a great idea."

"Really?"

"I mean yeah, I didn't expect a love confession or anything, maybe just an agreement to a date."

"I can do that."

"So you'll go on a date with me?"

"Yeah, I will."

"Cool, cool, cool."

That's when he started smiling, "So, how long have you liked me?"

"I said I think I like you Parker, don't get it twisted."

"Right, right. That's why you agreed to go on a date with me."

"I can easily take it back."

"Yeah you could, but you don't want to."

[gingeraleluke]

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘅𝗲𝗿 ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ sɪx

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: underground!boxer!vinnie hacker x fem!influencer!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: drinking can help you forget about your problems… but it can also create new ones.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: alcohol, partying, reader compares herself to another girl, swearing, angst if you squint maybe?? (yeah, no, there’s definitely angst), drunk!reader, ⚠︎︎ sexual assault (reader doesn’t give consent to touching)

𝗔/𝗡: hii!! i’m posting again bc why the fuck not? love u guys and hope you enjoy this one :) // also, listening to the song while reading definitely helps!

it’s time for the wehatekatie train to board! who is getting on with me!?🚂💨

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“you still have that phone case?” drake made eye contact with his sister through the rear view mirror and kept both of his hands steady on the leather steering wheel. y/n looked down to see her phone facedown in her lap. “yeah, so?”

“i don’t know, i just feel like you’ve had it forever is all..” they turned down a road and the car shifted their bodies to the left, her seatbelt keeping her in place. the day had been awful, scratch that, the two days had been awful. y/n promised to go with drake and katie to visit her family for their yearly reunion. she only agreed to staying for the day, but ended up sleeping in a guest room while drake and katie slept in her childhood bedroom. she wanted to leave, but drake kept guilting her into staying.

y/n hated katie, but she may have hated her family even more.

they were all obnoxiously fake, with their spray tans and bleach blonde hair, and would constantly give back handed compliments to her. katie’s little sister spent the whole night asking her why she’s single and why she doesn’t have a ‘real job’. katie’s dad is a priest but is far from anything pleasant. his eyes would always linger on y/n’s body a little longer than she’d like them too, and whenever they were in a room alone together, he’d always have some shitty dad jokes to tell her and god knows y/n couldn’t care less about faking a laugh to boost a white mans fragile ego.

so, yeah. she wanted nothing more than to just go home. she was exhausted and her arms hurt from the tight clothes that katie loaned her to sleep in. “what are those?” katie reached over, tapping y/n’s phone case with a long nail. her nails were way too long for y/n’s liking. they had different gems and designs on each nail and some were different shapes. y/n could only imagine how much of drakes money she used to get those done.

“what are what?”

“the things on your phonecase!”

is she for real?

this bitch has never seen a ladybug before, oh my fucking god, she needs to touch grass.

“umm… it’s a ladybug? i haven’t seen many recently… i hope nothing bad happens.” she frowned.

“oh, aren’t those the ones that turn into butterflies?”

WHAT DID SHE SAY?

she tried her best not to laugh. the way katie was so marveled about a simple insect was amusing. she knew katie wasn’t the smartest, but surely she couldn’t be serious, right?

“no? those are caterpillars..”

“oh, yeah! right!” she kept tapping on y/n’s phone case, catching her attention. katie looked down to see her looking at her nails. “oh, my nails? yeah, they’re cute right?” she smiled looking at her nails before looking back at y/n’s hand. “don’t worry, i can’t take you to get your nails done.”

she looked down at her nails that zach had painted for her. they were different colors on each nail and were pastel tones. it was natural and cute, light layers of a glossy pigment. “what’s wrong with my nails?”

“oh, nothing! it’s just… ya know!”

i’m gonna kill her.

y/n looked at her brother through the mirror. he had on sunglasses and a beanie with a matching pink jumpsuit. he could tell she was annoyed.

“anyways..” drake cleared his throat, “we have to get get the letters for romans party.”

“wait, but we always get the same letter. the one our name starts with?”

“yeah, but he decided to switch it up this year, so we have to go grab them out of a hat and whichever letter you get is yours. no doubles either.”

“thank god! i’m so sick of the same letter every year, i’m running out of ideas.”

“oooh! am i invited?” katie squealed, leaning forwards so her bra was almost completely visible.

“of course you are, baby!”

i’m gonna gag.

every year, the gym would throw roman a birthday party. he decided that it would be more fun for everyone if it was a costume party, so it had become a tradition to dress up for romans birthday. usually they would have to dress up as something the first letter of their name, but after a few years, they needed a change. this was going to be the first year where they pick them out of a hat and y/n was excited.

although she couldn’t stand roman, she never really had any problems with his parties. when they were alone, she hated him, but with other people, he was bearable.

“drake, can you drop me off so i can get changed?”

“yeah, sure. i want to get some coffee too, so i’ll stop by then.”

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“okay, so, hypothetically… if i was to fuck romans sister, do you think that he would beat me up like he beat blue or…?” ru couldn’t keep himself from laughing at his not-very-honorable words.

the room was garrulous, people chatting over one another and y/n hated it. she could feel another headache coming along at all of the boys’ noise.

“ew, guys- can we please just get this over with?” she groaned, holding a hand up to the side of her head. katie placed her hand on y/n’s shoulder, sinking into her leather jacket, making her want to cringe.

“yeah, guys. leave my bestie alone, we had a big day yesterday!”

y/n hated the way katie would talk about her. she acted as if they were best friends, like she wasn’t using her to slowly break her brother apart. it seemed that everyone, but katie, knew that it was fake.

roman walked up to her, shirtless and wearing flip flops. he had a hat in his hand and ru was walking with him. hackers group was there as well.

“what are they doing here?” y/n asked her brother.

“roman’s birthday is the same day as ru so they are both sharing the party.”

his expression seemed serious, yet not disappointed. she was expecting him to be pissed off at the idea and was shocked that he wasn’t. thankfully, that meant less drama for her.

she felt her eyes swarm the small crowd of people, looking for a certain brown eyed boy. she wanted to ask someone if vinnie would be at the party, but she knew it would look suspicious. she tried to keep an unbreakable composure as roman passed the hat around to people after pulling the letter H.

“looking for vinnie?” ru whispered to her. she felt a chill go down her spine and she looked up at him with terror written on her face.

“he likes you, ya know.”

“what makes you think that?” she questioned, feeling her stomach drop. ru leaned down and spoke softly into her ear.

“i mean, think about it.. those guys that were bothering you? the ones that always catcall girls?”

“how do you know about that?”

“i was downstairs with you when you were talking about it.. i was standing on the steps so you couldn’t see me, but i heard you tell vinnie. it doesn’t matter, okay, just- have you seen those guys lately?”

y/n stayed quiet, thinking. “exactly.. why do you think that is?” and with that, ru walked away.

he was right.

y/n hadn’t been bothered by those men ever since vinnie saw her crying over it. she couldn’t help but wonder what vinnie might have done or said to them.

“flloyd! your turn.”

the blonde smiled, shifting all of his weight onto one leg while digging through the cards in the hat. he pulled out a piece of paper.

“i got… M.”

“m for misogynist!” roman cheered.

“why is that the first word you thought of?” y/n asked, looking over at the brunette.

“i don’t know, anyways! you go next since you keep bitching.” roman muttered. she sent death stares his way before pulling out a sheet of paper with the letter A on it.

“i got A for asshole, so i guess i’ll have to dress up as you!” ru laughed at her comeback before roman rolled his eyes and continued down the line.

y/n made sure to pull three cards for mo and the gays. they always come to romans birthday and always are y/n’s date.

she pulled a B for mo, K for quinn, and L for zach.

minutes passed and almost everyone pulled a letter already. the boy y/n’s heart longed to see was still absent, her eyes scanning the entrance of the room every so often to check.

then finally, she heard it. although, after seeing what she saw, she wished she had never came there in the first place.

the door opened and a very obviously zonked vinnie came walking in. that wasn’t the part that made y/n sick, though. it was the tall brunette with tattoos walking with him, that made her sick.

her face was sunken in an elegant way and her brows were fluffy and in place. she had wavy brown hair and deep eyes like vinnie. she wore less makeup than y/n did and intimidated the girl more than she’d like to admit. she was covered in tattoos, but somehow still seemed approachable. she wore a short lace dress with black boots, obviously as high as vinnie was. she had her hand on his shoulder and was laughing with him at something.

“there he is!” ru exclaimed, vinnie walking over and hugging him. he had a snapback on his head and a grey sweatshirt on, chains danced on his neck.

“sorry, we-“ he cut himself off giggling, making the brunette giggle too. “we were a little busy.”

“alright well, come pick one. is hazel picking?”

so that’s hazel?

fuck my life.

hazel looked over at vinnie, asking him a question with her eyes. “i dunno, babe? do you want to go?”

babe.

that word hit harder than y/n expected it to. she knew she would be jealous, but this was just cruel. she took in every interaction between the two, looking them up and down.

maybe they aren’t serious?

then she saw her boots. the same heels from the picture he posted. she was scared to breathe and felt like she lost control of her eyesight, like her eyes could just look wherever without her even realizing. her heartbeat was so loud that she was insecure they might hear it. every time she blinked, it stung, the faucet of her eyes being turned father than designed. she knew she wasn’t going to last long, and there was no way she was crying in front of vinnie again, forget about hazel.

y/n’s ears weren’t working correctly. everything was muffled, like she was underwater. that would explain how hard it was for her to breathe and the liquid threatening to leave her eyes. she felt katie’s arm still wrapped around her jacket, pulling her back to reality without meaning to. no one noticed how out of it y/n was, all too emerged into what letter the couple would get. she felt like a joke.

the only phrases she could make out were along the lines of vinnie pulling the letter V and hazel pulling the letter C. y/n couldn’t care less, she just wanted to get out of there. instead of leaving while she still could, y/n made the mistake of making eye contact with hazel.

“hi! i don’t think we’ve ever properly met before, but i’m hazel.” she reached her arm out, her tattoos on display. a rose etched into her hand and letters and numbers on her knuckles. y/n hesitated, reaching out and shaking her hand. “hi. i’m y/n..” she gave a very-obviously-fake smile.

“vinnie, how rude. why didn’t you introduce me to her? i thought i was the only girl here for a second!” she laughed, looking at the two who could barely make eye contact.

he shrugged nonchalantly before speaking with a venom so subtle, but y/n could hear it.

“not important.”

in this moment, y/n felt like her life was some kind of sick joke. katie’s body heat from being clung to her was suffocating and she had to get out of there before she passed out, or worse, started crying.

“excuse me.” the words left her mouth quietly, as if she had lost her voice. she wasn’t sure if anyone heard her but she didn’t care.

she ran outside to the parking lot and grabbed onto the knees of her jeans, she squatted to the floor and cried. hazel was everything she wanted to be. she was tan, fit, beautiful, and definitely more vinnies type.

y/n had to get it into her head that her and vinnie could just never be together. she sat there, sobs escaping deep from her chest, before it clicked.

he isn’t the one.

her whole mindset flipped at that thought. everything she cared about, she no longer did, including vinnie, and she did something she would never usually do; she called katie.

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katie was driving god knows where, and was sipping on an iced coffee while y/n sat in the passengers seat, drinking her heart out. she was at a point she had never experienced and never thought she would experience. normally, she’d rather drown than hang out with katie’s fake ass, but this y/n didn’t mind it, as long as she wasn’t alone, she was fine.

“are you sure this is the placement you want?”

“yes.” y/n burped, slamming the back of her head down on the car seat.

katie made a double take, “did you drink the whole thing already?” she reached over and snatched the bottle from her hands.

“well, duh!” y/n giggled, her leather jacket sat in her lap.

“i’m not sure this is a good idea, y/n.”

“i don’t fucking care, katie. now just drive.” she grabbed a pair of sunglasses she found on the floor of the car and placed them on her face, leaning the chair back as she waiting for them to arrive.

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“i want three daisies behind my ear, and i want it now.”y/n had always wanted a tattoo, and after seeing hazel, she just wanted one more. “well… i don’t know if it’s daisies or not- fuck, just.. three flower doodles behind my ear, like this.” she picked up his pen and began to draw on a napkin.

❀ ❀ ❀

“there, like these.” she pushed the napkin across the table to meet the man, who looked back up at her like she was crazy. katie was laughing like a madman at her drunken state, and not in a friendly way.

“are you drunk mam?” his hair was short and almost completely shaved, green ear gages big enough to fit your hand inside, and a snake tattoo laced around his neck.

y/n smiled, “yes, sir!”

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8:09 PM

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

new tweet from y/n

@ Y/N

i just got a tattoo… officially a bad bitch, who wants to link 😍🔥😍😍🔥. i am drunk send tweet.

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@ userone: UMM WHAT IS THIS 😭😭

@ usertwo: omg

@ moriahhh: ???

8:09 PM

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

y/n posted a new video!

11:14 PM

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

new tweet from y/n

@ Y/N

okay, wait- why did that tweet blow up so fast

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replies

@ userone: umm… who gonna tell her? 🧍‍♀️

@ usertwo: please tell me ur okay

@ userthree: LMFAOO

11:16 PM

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

new tweet from y/n

@ Y/N

WAIT WHY AM I TRENDING?

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replies

@ userone: bestie who is your boyfriend and why didn’t you tell us!? 🤣

@ usertwo: IM SO UNCOMFORTABLE RN

@ userthree: i feel so bad omg

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“i can’t believe you drank the whole bottle..” y/n zipped up the back of the girls dress as they talked.

“i can’t believe i got a tattoo! it’s cute though, right?”

katie smiled and nodded before grabbing her heels. y/n had been drunk enough to confess to katie that she’s been dealing with a heartbreak, which lead the girl to offer to take her out clubbing. she figured she had nothing better to do and the alcohol did her talking.

katie was designed driver of the night and told y/n to let loose and drink as much as she wanted. y/n had already drank a whole bottle of kamikaze by accident, which was an awful idea, and she wasn’t planning on drinking for the rest of the day, being fucked up enough. she got dressed up at her apartment with katie, picking out her most expensive dress and fixing her makeup. she had already posted a tiktok of her getting the tattoo done, but was too lazy to check what people were saying. the dress was backless and black with rinestones all over it, while katie wore a short navy blue dress.

they spent the night dancing and she would take small watered down shots every once in a while. as the night went on, she could feel herself sobering up and thoughts of everything came back. she momentarily forgot about vinnie and hazel, that was until she’d feel the stinging behind her ear from the tattoo she got. she had found herself pretending that katie wasn’t with her, just closing her eyes and feeling the music.

♫ 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 : 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙮 𝙧𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙖

i left a note on my bedpost

said not to repeat yesterday’s mistakes

what i tend to do when it comes to you

i see only the good selective memory

she didn’t know why vinnie was still on her mind. she didn’t understand why she was filled with envy when she saw hazels hand on him. he wasn’t good for her, or at least that’s what it seemed like, but everytime she saw him, she would just pick apart the bad parts and leave the good. like when he comforted her and helped her when she was scared.

why can’t all of vinnie be like that? more importantly, why the fuck can’t i get over him?

the way you make me feel yeah

you got a hold on me

i’ve never met someone so different

oh here we go

she’d only ever dated freddie, and vinnie was nothing like him. she felt safe alone with him, but not with other people. it’s like he wears a mask whenever someone comes in the room, but takes it off for y/n. it was driving her crazy.

she had to stop thinking so romantically about him.

if she didn’t, it would eat her alive.

you’re part of me now

you’re part of me

so where you go i follow

y/n felt like vinnie had her on a leash. sometimes, she’d stray too far away and everything would be fine and dandy, and then all of a sudden, he’d reel her back in. she lost herself in the crowd.

i can’t remember to forget you

i keep forgetting i should let you go

but when you look at me the only memory

is us kissing in the moonlight

she found herself imagining what they could be if she wasn’t drakes brother. if he would be as sweet and caring as he was that day, every day if they were together. she knew it was wrong, romanticizing a guy she barely knew, but god, he had an effect on her.

she felt like she was on a pedestal, all the strangers around her lifting her up to the stars. she couldn’t feel anything as if she was high as a kite on a highly illegal substance, but the bizzare part was she wasn’t. it was just the music. the lighting. the feelings. the rush of everything, made her fly higher than she had ever felt before and she wasn’t scared to fall anymore.

the way he makes me feel

i’ve never seemed to act so stupid oh here we go

suddenly, it all stopped. her memory wiped of everything she just felt and so forth. it all became fuzzy, until she was in the bathroom, hours later, reapplying lipgloss. she came back down. she wasn’t drunk anymore, just a little tipsy. she took a picture of her dress and posted it on her instagram story.

i rob and i kill to keep him with me

i do anything for that boy

her phone was blowing up, notifications from what felt like every app she owned. her followers were boosting by the minute.

what the fuck is going on?

she opened twitter to see she was a trending topic. fear hit her like a bus. she couldn’t figure out why all of a sudden she would be the buzz on social media. something must of happened.

then she saw it.

a video of her, laughing with her eyes closed and a random guy touching on her ass and kissing her neck. she thought she was hallucinating, because she didn’t recall any of this ever happening.

“what the fuck is this?” she showed the phone to katie who was laughing.

“oh, yeah. you made a friend tonight.” she giggled.

“you let a stranger touch me while i was clearly drunk out of my mind?”

katie grimaced at her, closing her lipgloss.

“honey, you were literally begging him for it, what was i gonna do? say no?”

“yes! are you fucking kidding me? why would you even post that?” she yanked katie’s phone out of her hand, already opened to instagram, she deleted the story.

“i said no and you threatened to punch me! and um… duh! because it was funny. don’t fucking talk to me like that.” y/n slammed her phone back down on the bathroom sink.

“ill talk to you however i fucking want to. i cant fucking believe you let me go through that- i couldn’t give consent! you fucking posting a video of me being assaulted and you think it’s funny?”

“y/n-“

“no, okay, fuck you!” she ripped her heels off and ran out of the bathroom, making her way past all of the people until she made it outside. katie chased after her, wobbling in her heels. the sky was dark, cars were no where to be found.

“let me give you a ride.”

“no, i’ll walk.” she felt tears start to drip down her face. she couldn’t believe what people were thinking. she wanted to gain followers for her content, not a snuff video of a guy groping her.

“but,” she sighed, shaking her head. “it’s not safe and it’s starting to rain-“

“i dont fucking care, clearly i’m not safe when i’m with you, either!”

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the rain was calming, despite the state she found herself in. y/n walked barefoot down the street, her feet muddy and killing her. she looked like she had been mugged, bare toes hitting the rocky ground.

the walk to her place wasn’t long, only around 15 minutes, 20 if you’re barefoot. her dress was backless and she could feel the water and the wind hit her skin. she knew katie was a piece of shit, but never did she think she would let a man grab her like that, no matter how much she may have said it was okay.

she remembered it all. she told him that she wanted to dance with him, and let him grind on her. she remembered him feeling her up and kissing her neck, before leaving with a friend. she had fun with him and wanted him to touch her.

she just wished it didn’t happen while she was drunk.

he was a nice guy and gave her his phone number, but y/n remembered losing it and moving on to a group of gay guys. she remembered dancing with everyone, screaming random shit, and just having fun.

she didn’t care though. katie should have never let a guy near her when she was that drunk. that’s what pissed her off.

the thing y/n was the most concerned about, was that video. she pulled her phone out, raindrops hitting the screen. she tweeted quickly, to let everyone know she was okay.

@ Y/N

hi everyone. i’m okay, i just had a little bit of a crazy night. i’m sorry that you all had to see that video, and i just wanted you to know that i wasn’t hurt. i was drunk and flirty with a guy, but that was it. i’m more upset about it being broadcasted on the internet, than it actually happening to me. i’m sure he was drunk as much as i was.. hello to my new followers :)

💬 80.K 🔁100K ❤️200K

she saw her place through the fog in the streets. she had an awful day, but definitely had fun dancing and letting everything out. she wasn’t sure what would happen in the future, but she was sick of trying to change it.

she didn’t see any ladybugs on the walk home.

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WPP - Kenny (We’re The Millers)

This has been sitting in my drafts for months and I was struggling to finish it, but, a bright light ascended from the heavens, in the form of an angel, and that angel’s name is @gladerscake

Big thanks to them for helping me out and finishing this imagine. Go follow them and give all the love and support you can muster!

~~~~~~~~~~

Being in the witness protection program was...interesting.

It definitely was not what you were expecting, but then again, you didn’t know helping out a person you cared about would get you involved in a murder, yet here you are.

You had to leave everything behind, not that you had that much of a life to begin with, but it was comfortable. Now, everything was different. New home in a new state, even a new last name. Thankfully, you got to keep your first name, you were grateful for that at least.

You were surprised to find the most annoying thing was the neighbourhood that the program placed you in. It’s like it was made for Mormons or something, your neighbours were too nice, at least the house to the right of yours. You didn’t really know who lived in the house to the left, working from home had the benefit of never going outside and the only reason you knew who lived to your right was cause those neighbours were the type of people to introduce themselves.

Yuck.

But still, you couldn’t help but be a little curious.

You did know, however, that they had only recently moved in since the one morning truck woke up before your alarm rang that morning. You were grouchy the rest of the day, thus you’ve been slightly petty towards your “new” neighbours since then. You definitely needed to work on your attitude...one day.

After being inside your house for more than a week, you decided you wanted some vitamin D, which you rarely ever did so you must’ve been seriously deprived.

You walked out of the door leading to the backyard with a book in hand, frowning when you saw how overgrown the grass was from your laziness. You told yourself you’d do it later, and by later you meant you would mow your yard when you started to hate yourself enough to the point where you felt too guilty leaving it alone.

You huffed as you sat in one of your lawn chairs that you bought when you moved in, lying to yourself that you were going to spend more time outside when you knew you wouldn’t. A first for everything, you supposed.

A few chapters in, you heard a door open and shut in your neighbour’s backyard, but you thought nothing of it, almost too entranced in your book.

You smiled to yourself when you started to hear 1990s R&B playing softly, not your cup of tea but you enjoyed it occasionally. Don’t Go Chasing Waterfalls had just started playing when you heard the neighbour’s back door slammed. “Dude, turn that shit off! You’ve been playing that song constantly and I’m actually getting sick of it. God.” You heard an angsty female voice.

Oh no...you lived next a family.

“Hey!”

You flinched, noticing a blonde girl was talking you. “Uh, hey?” You slowly closed your book, reluctantly walking over to the fence separating the backyards when the girl motioned you over.

“Haven’t seen you around before, just move in?” She asked, smirking slightly, looking you up and down.

You mocked her smirk, not liking the almost condescending look she was giving you. “No, been here for awhile. That’s how I know you’ve only just moved in a few weeks ago.”

The girl’s smirk only grew. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N. Yours?”

“Casey, and that loser is Kenny.” She pointed to the table behind her, seeing a blonde boy sitting somewhat dejectedly in one of the chairs fiddling with a small CD player. “Hey, TLC, get over here!” The boy looked to Casey with a panicked expression, visibly looking like he wasn’t sure if the girl meant it or not. She rolled her eyes, “Come on, dude!”

The boy nodded, frantically walking away to join Casey at the fence. “Hey.” He stuttered, blushing when he noticed your eyes on him.

Casey rolled her eyes yet again. “Yeah, this is Kenny.”

Kenny waved quite adorably, giving you a tight lipped smile. “Did you just move in?”

“No, I-”

“We’ve already had this talk, she’s been here longer than we have.” Casey interrupted, making your blood boil a little bit, her attitude almost worse than yours.

Kenny frowned slightly, but covered it up with a smile. “Oh.”

“Yep. We’ve already become besties.” You said sarcastically, grinning widely, making Kenny genuinely smile a little.

“Kids!” A middle aged man with a stupid haircut, to you anyway, walked over with hesitant look on his face. “Who’s this?”

“Y/N, your neighbour that’s lived here longer than you have. Saved you the trouble of telling him yourself, Casey.” You sneered.

“Oh. Well, I’m David and we’re the Millers! My wife, Sarah, is at the market right now, but I’m sure she’d be glad to meet you sometime.” He smiled widely, making you uncomfortable.

“Uh, dad, chill out. You’re gonna scare away the only girl I find suitable to be friends with in this shit neighbourhood.” Casey whispered harshly.

You didn’t really want to be friends with Casey, you never really got along with girls. Clearly, reading outside was a bad choice...

“Ha ha, if you sass me one more time today, you will be grounded young lady.” David forced another smile.

“Uh, Dad...”

“Shut up, Kenny.”

You quickly realized where the Kenny kid was in the family food chain. It was a shame, the dude was pretty easy on the eyes and seemed nice from what you’ve seen. “Look, I’m just gonna go. Nice meeting you fine folks...” You waved awkwardly, turning around and practically speed walking inside your house.

Well, that was fun...never going outside ever again.

The overall encounter put you in a sour mood, so when the doorbell rang you prayed to god that it wasn’t the yearly check in with law enforcement cause you’d probably get yourself in trouble with that attitude of yours.

You were mildly shocked to see that awkward Kenny guy outside your door, his eyes trained on his feet before you opened the door. “Kenny Miller, right?”

“Uh...yeah, Miller. Uh, I just want to apologize for my, uh, family’s behavior. They don’t have the best of manners, but they’re good people, I swear!” He ranted at such a quick pace that it almost flew right over your head. “So, yeah, sorry.”

You chuckled at his nervousness. “You don’t have to be sorry, especially on the behalf of your family. They don’t seem like the type to appreciate it anyway.”

His eyes widened, holding up his hands and shaking his head. “No, no, no, it’s not like that! They, uh, appreciate me.” You kept your mouth shut, giving him a sympathetic look with a soft smile. He sighed. “It’s that obvious, huh?”

“To me, it is. I’ve been in that situation before, so it’s not that hard to notice.”

“Oh...well, they can be nice sometimes I guess.”

“I hope so. Well, it was nice to meet you, Kenny.” You stuck your hand out, smiling when he hesitated but shook your outstretched hand gently.

A week later, you and Kenny actually became friends despite the two of you being almost complete opposites. He was able to poke through your cynical exterior, which was extremely rare for someone to do. He made you laugh, smile, and actually enjoy life when you were with him. You didn’t like it at first, but his adorkable personality won you over.

Kenny was more than overjoyed, he finally had a friend, not one out of pity anyway. The first time you two had hung out, he came “home” with a huge grin on his face. Of course, Casey had to tease him about it all the time.

“I still don’t understand how she can be friends with that loser and not me!” Casey ranted. “It doesn’t make sense!”

“Casey, stop calling Kenny a loser, please.” Sarah sighed, tapping away on her keyboard.

As soon as Sarah said that, Kenny walked through the door with another grin on his face. “Hey, Ma!”

“You don’t have to call me that here, hon.” Sarah voiced, shutting her laptop and walking out of the kitchen, but she smiled to herself.

“Pop your cherry yet?” Casey smirked evilly.

Kenny immediately blushed. “I told you, we’re just friends...”

She rolled her eyes. “You obviously want to be more than just friends with her. You should just ask her out and get it over with.”

“But...Melissa...”

Casey huffed loudly. “Dude, I already told you, she’s probably moved on by now. She was a total babe, she can and probably has done way better than you.”

“Hey...” Kenny frowned, to which Casey just shrugged, her eyes training back to her phone. He sighed as he sat down across from his “sister.” “I do like her...but I don’t know how to bring it up. I’m awful at talking to girls about...that kind of stuff.”

Casey snorted. “Yeah, no kidding.” But she dropped her amused smirk when she saw Kenny glaring. “Sorry, sorry.” She sassed. “I mean, it did work out with the ginger to be fair, but we have to stay in this shithole until further notice. But I really do think you should shoot your shot with what’s her name.”

Kenny rolled his eyes. “Y/N.”

“Yeah, whatever. Just-”

“That girl is bad news.” David suddenly voiced, walking into the kitchen.

“What do you mean by that?” Casey asked.

“Uh, hello? Pay attention to your surroundings instead of that stupid phone of yours to see that we are in witness protection. We can’t trust any of these creepy neighbours.”

“Uh, I think you’re a tad bit paranoid, father dearest.”

“Y/N’s really cool though!” Kenny expressed.

David rolled his eyes. “But we don’t really know her, we don’t know if she’s a snitch or something.”

Casey laughed. “Wow, you really are paranoid, dude.”

“Ha ha, very funny, just go to your room and listen to your Metallicas and AC/DCs.”

Casey’s face contorted into a disgusted scowl. “I don’t listen to that garbage.”

“Shut up.” David simply replied, making Casey stand up and storm out of the room and up the stairs. “Look, Ken, I get you like this girl, but you need to be careful. Don’t say things you shouldn’t and all that. You have a tendency to not know when to shut your mouth. So, don’t do that, kay?”

Kenny nodded curtly, avoiding David’s eyes as he felt his face heat up in slight anger. He knew he had some...issues with keeping his mouth shut about things that should be kept a secret, but he grew up, right? He’s not as naïve as he was before they went to Mexico, but his “family” still treated him like he was five. Plus, he knew you weren’t the type to be a snitch.

While Kenny was dealing with feeling underappreciated, you were having your own set of issues to handle. Today was the day for a check up with law enforcement to make sure you were on your best behavior. You always were, but it still made you anxious to no end. And you prayed that Kenny wouldn’t rush in to your house like he got into the habit of doing when you were interrogated.

Of course, that didn’t happen. 

“For fuck’s sake...” You muttered under your breath when you saw Kenny’s shocked and scared face when he saw you sitting with a couple local police officers.

On your end, it just looked like he was scared of police officers. But Kenny’s mind immediately went haywire, thinking that you called them over to investigate them even though the police were already informed of “the Millers” situation. 

“Kenny, now’s not a good time.” You sighed.

“No, no, it’s okay.” The police officer in front of you said. “We’re done here anyway.” He walked out of your house with his partner, leaving you and Kenny in an awkward silence.

“What was that all about?” Kenny asked, not being able to control the bitter tone in his voice. “Did you think we’re that bad or something?”

“Kenny, I-”

“We’ve been doing really well here!” Kenny interrupted. “No problems with anybody, been on our best behavior.”

“Kenny.”

“I don’t wanna go to jail. I can’t go to jail. We’ve only been here for a couple months.”

“Kenny, stop!” You finally yelled, losing your temper. “They were here to check up on me, for fuck’s sake.”

Kenny’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but still had a slight expression of panic. “Here for you? B-But-”

“I’m in witness protection, you dweeb, same as you.”

“Oh...Wait, how did you know I’m in witness protection?”

“Your family,” You finger quoted, “looks nothing like you. All of you don’t look anything alike. How paranoid and secretive that David is, it wasn’t too hard to put things together. You rambling off like an absolute moron a minute ago just reaffirmed my theory.”

Kenny frowned. “Dang, I thought I had worked on that.”

You smiled slightly. “It’s alright, Ken. I’m no snitch, and I’m not very judgmental about someone’s past. What did you even do though? You’re definitely not the type to break the law.” You chuckled.

“Oh, well, we kinda smuggled some drugs across the Mexican border.” He stuttered.

“Holy shit, dude! That’s sick! What was it? Was it coke?” You grinned, eager to learn.

Kenny blinked at your excitement, but obliged to all your questions, sitting down next to you. “No, it was marijuana.”

Your face slightly dropped in excitement. “Oh. I really think weed should be legal. It’s stupid, it’s not even a hard drug.”

“Well, we’re lucky we even made it out alive. But what did you go through to get yourself here?”

Now, you definitely didn’t judge past crimes of others, if they’ve atoned for it and changed that is, but you had no idea if Kenny would judge you. You actually found yourself not wanting him to look at you in a different light, and you’ve never felt that way before. 

Kenny seemed perfectly sweet, almost too sweet to judge anyone, but on the other hand...the stuff that had landed you in the program was definitely heavier than some weed smuggling. 

Maybe it would be too much for him. Maybe it would be best to just make something up, something less horrible, something he wouldn’t be too shocked by.  As tempting as that route felt, the idea of lying to him weirdly didn’t sit well with you, though. 

Kenny was quick to notice the lengthy pause that followed his question, as well as the way your shoulders tensed and your eyes averted to the parquet floor. Oh no. Had he pried into something too personal? Was he an idiot for asking?

“Oh, um...you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to!” Kenny hurried to assure you, slight panic beginning to etch his bluish-green eyes, his fists clenching and unclenching involuntarily. “I was just curious, is all! I’m sorry if it’s too persona-“ 

“It’s okay!” To his surprise, you pulled on a tight-lipped smile, giving him a look as nonchalant as you could manage at the moment. “Really, you don’t have to apologize for asking. Plus, you already told me about your thing, so...” You trailed off, softly, wondering how to proceed. 

As much as you resented the thought of Kenny seeing you differently, you decided even that unpleasant outcome would still be better than lying to him. You’d rather not. You liked Kenny. Despite not having spent a tremendous amount of time together, you could tell he was a genuinely good person, and you definitely enjoyed his company. Not to mention, it would be a blatant lie if you said you weren’t at all attracted to him. 

Casey may have spent most of their interactions calling him a “loser” in some form or another, but you couldn’t be farther away from agreeing with her. A part of you was positively annoyed with the way she treated him. Then again, taste is subjective. It wasn’t Casey’s fault if she didn’t have a good sense of it. 

With a deep intake of air, you nervously flipped a loose strand of hair over your shoulder, still avoiding direct eye-contact with Kenny. “I, uh...It’s a rough one, really. And kind of a long story. I wouldn’t wanna dump something like that on you, if you’d rather not hear it” 

He tentatively pursed his plump lips, but nonetheless nodded for you to keep going. “I’m sure I can handle it! Whatever it is, I’m not gonna judge you, Y/N. I promise!” 

Promise, huh? Guess you were going to have to see about that. 

Trying to ignore the rapidly increasing pace of your heart and slight tremble in your fingers, you began your story. 

You didn’t want to go into too much detail, for the fear of oversharing, but you did tell him as much as you felt you could. About how you used to have a friend...a pretty close friend, who you cared about a great deal, who had always been kind and generous, alas, a bit of a troublemaker.

About how she had fallen in with the wrong crowd, something you admittedly failed to see coming. How that crowd turned out to be a notoriously vicious gang that had it out for some other poor girl, who had apparently slept with one of the gang leaders’ boyfriend without realizing it. 

How that gang, your friend included, lured her onto a rooftop to “fuck with her” and “teach her a lesson.” Only that night, they went too far and ended up pushing her off. The girl died instantly, and due to the heaping pile of evidence, it wasn’t a particularly long investigation. Almost everyone involved were arrested shortly after, and you, having been brought in as one of the witnesses, had a choice whether you wanted to testify against your friend or not. 

At first you weren’t sure if you wanted to do that and make matters worse for her. However, after some much-needed reflection and consideration, you decided it would be the right thing to do. Someone had died, and your friend played a part in it. You couldn’t turn a blind eye to something that big simply because you two were close. 

Your friend was put away, along with several other gang members. Still, quite a few of them were still out there, and they definitely seemed like the type to hold serious grudges. You were no longer safe at your former home, and now...well, there you where. 

Kenny listened intently all the while, not once daring to interrupt, not even to ask a question. By the way your breathing had hitched and your lips had stuttered at certain parts, he could tell how hard that must’ve been for you to go through in the first place, and how unsettling it was for you to revisit those moments in order to share your story with him. 

You didn’t notice, but as you were nearing the end, Kenny had inched to sit closer to you, his large hand carefully landing on your shoulder with a soft but warm-hearted squeeze. He had briefly hesitated in making that move, but the need to offer you comfort and reassurance overpowered his nervousness. His only hope was that you wouldn’t flinch at his touch, and so he felt a huge wave of relief wash over him when you did no such thing. 

“So...that’s about it. Sorry, I know it’s a fucking bummer story, compared to your weed smuggling adventure.” You attempted a chuckle, only it came out as more of a sad scoff. 

Your heart was still pounding and you were still reluctant to look up at him. Although, as you finally noticed Kenny’s warm hand gently squeezing your shoulder, you felt a soothing brush of comfort spread through your limbs, and you couldn’t deny how nice it felt. 

“Whoa...that’s...I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” Kenny frowned, unsure of what the right thing to say could be. 

“It’s okay, really. I’ve had some time to process it and move on. Well...not completely, but I’d say I’m doing much better now.” 

Kenny went silent for a minute, clearly still digesting the information, and the worries you had about him looking at you differently came back in full force. You opened your mouth to ask him about it, but he beat you by a millisecond, speaking first. “Why...why were you so nervous about telling me?” 

So he had noticed. Figures. The art of the poker face wasn’t something you’d ever truly mastered. It sometimes annoyed you how easy your anxious state was to spot, but there wasn’t much you could do about that. 

“I don’t know, I...I guess I didn’t want you to see me as a snitch or judge me-“

“Judge you?” Kenny interrupted, sounding confused about the mere insinuation. “For what, not sticking up for your friend when she had got herself involved in a murder?” 

“I mean, she was still my friend, so...” 

“So what? That doesn’t change the fact that she got in the middle of something so horrible, that could’ve been avoided, if she had paid more attention to who she hung around.” 

You couldn’t say you had expected that. It was almost weird hearing Kenny talk that way, but you were definitely relieved to hear where he so firmly stood in regards to the whole “judging you” idea. 

You bit your bottom lip in agitation as a thought you had been wrestling with for a while creeped its way into your mind again. “Sometimes I feel like maybe I could’ve done something...could’ve checked up on her more or somehow stopped her from hanging out with them...maybe I could’ve kept her from having anything to do with it.” Your voice grew quieter, sounding barely above a whisper as guilt flashed through your eyes, your muscles tensing, uneasily, at the thought. Kenny was immediately closer, his arm wrapping around you, as if trying to shelter you from your own thoughts. 

“Come on, don’t do that to yourself, Y/N. You can’t control the actions of others, not even your friends. Least of all your friends, probably.” 

You allowed a small smile to touch the corner of your lips as you instinctively leaned into Kenny, his closeness calming you, his soft reassurances shushing the self-deprecating thoughts he could sense looming over you. 

“Yeah, you’re right, I guess. I just try not to think about it often, it really sucks diving into that stuff.” 

“Of course it sucks. I just hope you know that none of it was even a little bit your fault. From what I can tell after spending some time with you...you’re a really good person, Y/N.” 

You looked up at him, noting the way your faces were only a few inches apart by that point. The close proximity brought a rosy tinge to your cheeks. “You think so?” 

“I do! Why wouldn’t I? You’re smart, you’re funny when you want to be, you’re great to be around, and heck, you’re one of the very few people I know who doesn’t make me feel like I’m constantly doing something wrong.” 

Hearing that made you simultaneously happy and sad. With the way Kenny’s “family” treated him almost around the clock, it was no wonder he felt that way. You wished he didn’t have to. You believed someone as wonderful as him deserved so much better. If only he had at least one person close to him who would tell him how much better he was than most guys out there, how anyone should be lucky to call him a friend... or maybe more than just a friend. 

In that moment, you found yourself thinking what it would be like if you were that person. You imagined it would feel the same way it always did when you were around Kenny, only better. In all honesty, you couldn’t find a single reason not to try. What harm was there in trying? Oh, that’s right...something could go badly wrong, and then whatever friendship you had with him would be in shambles.

That’s what the pessimistic side of you thought about it. But the other side, the more hopeful and affectionate side, had other ideas. 

Even though you and Kenny were brought into the witness protection program by very different circumstances, you were still in it together. You didn’t have to hide your true identities or your past, at least not from each other. That had to count for something, right? 

While you were taking a second to collect your thoughts, Kenny was facing some inner turmoil of his own. With the newfound closeness of the two of you, his cheeks were positively crimson, his pulse quickening, heart thumping against his rib cage. Any doubts he’d had about whether or not he wanted to ask you out had vanished - he absolutely wanted to do that. But how? When? Would now be a good time? He wasn’t sure. Yet, he was very aware of the fact that if he were to lean in just a little bit closer, he could just kiss you right then and there... 

Kenny briefly remembered David’s “count to three” method, but for some reason it didn’t feel right to use. Not with you, not like that. All he wanted was to just go with the feeling, and that feeling was beckoning him to your lips. 

Oh, screw it. If you were to push him away, so be it. He would probably die a little inside and never attempt to do anything like that ever again, but at least he would know your immediate answer. 

“Kenny...?” 

Your soft questioning voice reached his ears as his gaze trailed over your delicate face, taking in every feature, and with a soft but resolute breath, he leaned in. 

Your eyes went wide when Kenny’s lips landed on yours. You froze for a second, not knowing what to do. Luckily, your instantly skipping heart gave you the hint you needed to flutter your eyes closed and melt into it. 

He kissed you so gently, so carefully, but not like he was afraid of scaring you away. More like he wanted you feel completely safe and give you every chance to stop it the second you wanted to. 

You didn’t. 

Instead, you wrapped an arm around his neck, your fingertips brushing the ends of his short sandy hair, your lips moving seamlessly and warmly against his own.

Kenny couldn’t believe you were actually kissing him back, but damn, he was thrilled that you were. He felt the affection in him surge as the softness of your lips put his mind in a haze. His hand timidly slid down to your waist, bringing you closer to him, and you willingly went, deepening the kiss as you did. 

After a few blissful moments you finally broke away from his lips, your noses nearly brushing each other as you looked up at him through glimmering eyes. “I was almost convinced I would have to do that myself...” 

Kenny breathed a soft chuckle, not taking his gaze off of yours. “To be honest, so was I...” 

You grinned at his burning cheeks, releasing a light chuckle of your own before reconnecting your lips for another kiss, swallowing the muted grunt that rumbled from Kenny’s throat. 

Things were going to get better now. For both of you, you were sure of it. Kenny was finally going to have someone who would show him what it’s like to be truly wanted and appreciated, and you were going to have someone who wouldn’t dream of hurting you and who you knew would always do his best to understand you, give you everything he could give. 

Maybe this whole witness protection program thing wouldn’t be such a tedious affair, after all.

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