#HUGE fan of your work maam

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alright you might have noticed i spam reblogged all the previous issues because they are what? INCREDIBLE FANTASTIC WONDERFUL LOVELY

i've been reading these and have been meaning to come back and yell at you because these have been so good and now! i finally have time and so i will now proceed to yell you have been warned

I'M LITERALLY LOSING MY FUCKING MIND OVER THIS MAAM IM ON MY KNEES BEGGING

firstly we can all agree the miguel being big and angry and angsty is all anyone ever wants out of life i want this man to bicker with me until the end of time

i am so in love with how you are building out this world and the reader especially!!!!! miguel is such a chaos creature and the juxtaposition with the reader having this mundane existence is creating such an interesting weave because this issue is now bringing in these new elements of WHO IS SHE REALLY??????? which im obsessed wiht

miguel is such a complicated man and i feel like a fic where the reader herself has a complicated element to her that she mgiht no even understand is so SMART and so apt for what miguel would truly get wrapped up in

he can't help himself and i feel like you are writing that so perfectly with these two

also i love a little angsty man accidentally loses some of his faculties due to unforeseen circumstances because we get this delicious VULNERABILITY and i was literally on the floor

when will miguel nuzzle himself into my neck??????????? i'm sprawled across my floor in tears bestie please when

anyways this shit slaps i've been a huge fan of your writing for awhile and have been meaning to scream at you about my love for you for ages and have just had zero life work fanfiction screaming balance recently and so here i am forcing that balance into my life

can't wait for all the next issues and expect me to continue to freak out at you till the end of time

kisses hugs and more miguel neck nuzzles xoxoxoxoxoxxo

EVERY YOU EVERY ME: ISSUE #4

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x female reader

Summary: Miguel O'Hara saves you from falling off the Chrysler building for a second time, and he's not very happy about it.

Word count: 4,400 words.

Content: Slow burn so slow we're getting a reverse speeding ticket, Spidey-boy has a lot of emotions and really needs therapy, he also swears a lot, tiny speck of angst.

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It's shocking how fast the ground approaches from a height of 72 stories. You always imagined it would take longer given the distance. In movies, the freefall is always captured in a hypnotizing slow motion, but real gravity is brutal and unforgiving.

This time, as you fall through the sky, you don’t see the New York concrete grow wider or nearer. All you see is the vast gap between you and the crystal blue sky rapidly pulling away from you. The buildings looming higher with every second. The blinding sun reflected in the thousands and thousands of glaring windows towering above.

You can't feel your heartbeat or the wind beating against your face. There should be panic. But at the sight of familiar inky-blue piercing through your view, an eerie calm takes over until a comforting numb spreads through your limbs.

Call it misguided naivety. No one should ever place this much trust with their life on a stranger they don't even know to come and save them.

But misguided or not, there's no fear in you this time around. You don't think about how you are plummeting down to your death. Not when you see him speeding after you. Diving head-first into the vast empty space as he closes the distance between you, hand outstretched, reaching for you.

His hand catches around your wrist in mid-air. It's a firm grip like he never means to let go. He reels you in until you're defying gravity, gliding up through the air to meet him until he can wrap his arms around you.

Everything decelerates. The reflection of the rows and rows of windows no longer flashing by. It's a gentle descent as the breeze flows pleasantly through your hair, and if you don't think too hard about how you can't control the direction of movement, you can almost believe you’re flying.

The landing is gentle. He sets you on your feet with such great care that it takes you a second to adjust to the feeling of firm concrete beneath your soles.

Once again, you find yourself standing face to face with the masked superhero who has saved your life more times than you can count on both hands.

You crane your neck to meet his gaze, head tilting upwards until your neck strains, and it strikes you that you've forgotten how tall he was. His head tips down, the dark outline of his masked eyes staring down at you, and it makes the hair on the nape of your neck prickle.

Say something. 

You rack your brain, trying to remember all the questions you had meticulously written down in the notepad hidden in your desk as you planned for this very moment. But they’re missing, wiped cleanly from your mind now that he's here in front of you. Your mouth parts, trying to remember how to use your vocal cords again.

Before you find it, the blue fabric recedes until it reveals his face again. You're met with cutting eyes that glow an otherworldly crimson and the bared sharp canine teeth of a predator as he growls at you. 

"What the hell were you thinking?!" 

The low rumble of his words scrapes down your spine and locks you in a fight or flight response. Except you're doing neither. Fixed in place, unable to move.

One of his hands reaches up to pull at his hair in frustration, as he starts to mumble to himself. He's tugging it so hard you think he's going to yank them out by the roots.

"I can’t believe you! Me estás matando. Casi me da un ataque cardíaco–"

You blink up at him dimly, confused until you realize that he's broken into Spanish. But he's speaking too low and too fast. You can only make out about half of it.

"–No puedo más! I am dying of stress. You're impossible! I turn away for one second…” 

One sentence flows directly into the next without stopping for a single breath, and you're surprised he doesn't go lightheaded from lack of oxygen with how long he goes on.

You raise your hand slightly, reminiscent of a gesture you used to pull in school when you wanted to get the teacher's attention to ask a question. But he doesn't notice. Doesn’t even throw a glance in your direction.

“... and you go Anna Karenina on me. I can't with you, I can't, I can't–"

You try to follow along, looking for an appropriate break in his rant to get a word in edgewise. But like the line of tourists lining up for the Statue of liberty, there doesn't seem to be an end in sight. As rude as it is, the only thing you can think of is clearing your throat, loudly, trying to draw attention to yourself, but that's soundly ignored as well.

"Me vas a sacar canas verdes–-"

One broad hand covers his face as if he's trying to scrub away the beginnings of a migraine, and he keeps going.

Listening to him makes you feel like a child on the receiving end of a scolding by an exasperated parent. Any lingering thread of fear or intimidation gives way to irritation at this man who is so subsumed by his tirade that he doesn't even seem to be aware of your presence, not three feet away from him.

"–Siempre haces esto, una y otra y otra vez–"

You don't know exactly how long he’s been going on for by now, but you know that it's long. You could even swear the shadow by your feet has shifted to the opposite end of the patch of concrete at your feet in the time he’s been talking.

"Well? Aren't you going to say anything?" he asks, apparently finally done. He stands there, arms crossed, with a condescending set to his jaw as he looks down on you.

And god, where to even start with this man? You have enough material about his difficult and avoidant behavior to make a powerpoint presentation out of it. You should block out the boardroom for three whole hours and hold a Q&A after.

How, if he had just spoken to you after you left him not one, not two, but several requests to meet with him, then things could have ended up a lot more civilized.

How, if he hadn't been hiding from you this whole time—gaslighting you— you wouldn't have had to spend over $200 on budget DIY spy crap (in this economy!) on an utterly wasted attempt to catch him. And, to add insult to injury, you’re sure you are never going to use any of that stuff ever again!

How, if he hadn't been talking non-stop and had the self-awareness to take a second to observe others, he'd have realized that you had plenty of things to say to him, if only he had paused long enough to let you.

But somehow in the face of his expectant expression, all that comes out of your mouth is, "I don't know what you want me to say."

His face falls. There's a split second of disappointment, raw and anguished, that flitters across his face. Then it's gone as quickly as it appeared, and he turns away from you. Whatever he was expecting from you, that was obviously not it.

When he speaks again, his voice has turned calm and quiet. He almost sounds resigned.

"Yeah. I don't know either." 

There's a sluggish, awkward silence that lingers on the three feet of concrete stretched between the two of you. The echo of traffic below, the cab horns and chatter swarms the space. After everything that’s happened, it all feels very anti-climatic somehow.

"Can you take me back to my apartment and we can talk? I have coffee. Cake too," you say, trying to break the silence.

"I don't drink coffee." His tone is curt, severing the olive branch you were trying to extend with a sharp snap, and your shoulders sag in defeat and disappointment. But then his face tips back in your direction and meets your eyes. The line of his mouth twitches as if he’s war with himself. 

"But I'll have some cake," he concedes. 

Had you known that a superhero was coming over for a visit, you'd probably have done a better job of cleaning up and making the place presentable.

You would have put away the heap of unfolded, wrinkly laundry that's piled up on your bed, granny panties in full sight. Would have washed the dirty dishes stacked up in your sink like a dangerous game of porcelain Jenga. Or at least cleared out the sad looking take out box where your half-eaten pizza is still resting in a greased up spot on the table.

Still, you're not sure how impressed he would be even if you had. Your studio apartment is a standard size for NYC, meaning in most other places it would be classified as a closet. With his height, he has to duck to make it through the threshold of your door and can barely stand upright without banging his head against the ceiling. It’s ironic that the window entrance is probably less hazardous for him.

You get him a plate of cake and set it on the table in front of him, delicately placing the dessert fork on the side.

"Sorry, I don't have any cookies for you today, just coffee cake."

The sight of him sitting hunched over your Ingatorp IKEA dining table is slightly comical. The table looks like a miniature doll set against his broad frame, and as he picks up the small dessert fork in his large hand, that only adds to the absurdity of the situation. He looks like he’s playing at having a tea party with a child’s play tea set. 

You sit down across from him, watching him intently, trying to gather the nerve to ask the questions you've been dying to ask since this all started. But you're hesitant and fumbling, stumbling on your words like an idiot, "Uhm, so I wanted to ask if you– if you knew why all of this is happening to–"

"No."

You frown at his interruption. "You didn't let me finish," you protest.

He leans back against his chair, waving away your protests dismissively into the air. "I didn't need you to. The answer is no. Next question."

You bite down on your lip to stave off the curse stuck in your throat, trying to force its way out. You hold it. Stemming the tide, as you focus on the task at hand.

"Who are you?"

His head tilts to the side at your question, as his hand draws up and gestures vaguely over the spider emblem of his costume draped over his chest. "Isn't it obvious?" he snarkily responds, "I'm Spiderman"

Great, he's a rude and sassy superhero. You narrow your eyes at him

"You're not the Spiderman I know of."

He doesn't respond to that. Just glares down at the cake as he pierces it with a sharp stab of the fork, making the porcelain underneath clank. Then he scoops a large spoonful and shovels it into his mouth.

God, who eats cake so angrily?

"Why did you save–" you start, but he holds up one finger, motioning for you to pause. 

He cleaves off another piece of cake and shoves it into his mouth, chewing slowly. You watch as he beats the Guinness record of slowest chewer across the table from you, before you finally get to repeat your question.

"Why do you keep saving me?"

"I'm a superhero. I save people. It's what I do."

Bright irritation pings through you at his sarcastic attitude. 

This is like playing the world's shittiest game of 20 Questions, except here the whole goal of the game is to see whose sanity cracks first.

Naively, you had thought that being able to sit down with him in person would mean you could finally start getting some answers. You hadn't been expecting the need to deploy strategic maneuvers, and you pause, taking your time before you speak. 

You need to pick a question he won't be able to evade. You think back at the footage of the nanny-cam, that time he carried you to bed. The worry when you weren't where he expected you to be. The over-familiarity that seeps out of his every action with you as if he already knows you and that the last thing you heard as you fell off the ledge was his voice calling out your name.

"How did you know my name?" you finally ask him.

His back stiffens at the question, jaw grinding down until the small muscle there flexes with irritation.

"I don't."

Liar.

"You called my name when I fell," you remind him.

This time instead of answering, he slides the now empty plate at you across the table.

"Can I have another slice?"

You frown. It's an obvious ploy to buy himself some time to avoid answering your question. But you can't deny his request either.

With a sigh, you push away your chair to bring the plate to the counter. You cut up an obscenely big slice so that he won't be able to use this as an excuse a second time.

Turning back around, you find that the gluttonous self-proclaimed Spiderman is pinching the bridge of his nose. He looks a little worse for wear, a pained expression etched into those tightly knitted brows.

"Are you okay?" you ask, concerned.

"No. I–" He breaks off, his broad palm gripping the back of the chair, and you notice a slight tremor in his fingers. "Something’s wrong." 

He pushes the chair back, trying to get to his feet, but to your surprise, he stumbles and sways. 

He seems just as surprised as you are at his newfound lack of coordination. 

"What the–" He looks down on his feet with concentrated effort. Then he takes another step. It's wobblier than the one before, his knee giving way, and his arm shoots out to grip at the edge of your table for balance.

Alarm bells start to go off in your head. You don't understand what's happening, but he's definitely right, something is wrong. A man that can gracefully scale down the Chrysler building from 72 floors down shouldn't be struggling this much just to take two steps back in your living room.

"Maybe you should sit back down," you suggest, looking up at him. There’s a slight sheen of perspiration that's settled on his forehead. The beginnings of a rosy flush tinting his cheeks. "Do you have any food allergies?"

"No. I don't. No. Super metabolism kind of cuts down on that sort of–” he’s stumbling over his words, each syllable slurred on his tongue, as he shakes his head at you. “No, no allergies. No food sensitivities of any kind except...."

He glares around wildly and his eyes land on the remaining slice of cake perched on your kitchen counter. 

"Did you put fucking coffee in that cake?!?!"

“"Yes?” You whip around, and look at the cake on your counter, not understanding the relevance of his question. “I mean... It's a coffee cake? I told you that!" 

You push aside your growing panic as you try to remember if the EpiPen stored away in your kitchen cupboard is past its expiration.

"You didn't tell me there was coffee in it!"

Is he serious?

"I said ‘coffee cake’! What else would be in there? It's in the name," you snap. 

And god, you can't believe this is what you're arguing with him about at this moment.

"Okay, yeah," he concedes testily, "but coffee cake is its own thing too! Isn’t coffee cake just… cake... that you, like... serve with coffee? It doesn't have coffee in it! Why the fuck does it have coffee in it?"

Does the man even hear himself? You're trying to figure out if you need to call an ambulance, and he is arguing with you on the technicalities of what constitutes coffee cake.

"Okay, wait, but are you dying?" you ask, trying to stay calm despite the pandemonium of panic ringing in your head. 

"No! I'm just intoxitac– intocita– intoshica– I'm just fucking drunk okay!?" he spits out.

Your brain stalls at his statement. Intoxicated!? When did he have time to drink? He seemed fine just a few minutes ago, but now he's slurring and about to topple over.

"You're drunk? How–"

"Spiders get drunk on coffee," he interrupts, and the flush on his cheek deepens to a deep alarming red. If you didn't know better, you'd almost think he was blushing.

"Okay, let's sit you down." You rush over, rounding your dining table as you reach for him.

At the sight of your extended hands, his eyes widen in alarm, He steps back from you, eyeing you like you're something dangerous.

"No. No, I'm–" he takes another step backwards, flinging himself away from your touch, but loses his footing in the process. He tilts over, hand grappling for the edge of the table as he goes, but instead of the edge he manages to take the cake plate with him on the way down.

There's a clank of shattered porcelain, followed by the loud thud of his body hitting the ground.

With the large size of him in your tiny studio apartment and the breaking of porcelain left and right, this feels like the idiom of a bull running wild in a China shop, come to life.

You reach out your hand to help him get up, but he doesn't acknowledge it, anchoring his elbow to the floor for leverage, only to wobble and fall flat against his back again with an angry curse.

Why is he so goddamned stubborn? 

You glance down at him, this gigantic man that is lying sprawled out on the floor with the gravitas of a turtle trapped on its back. He's so huge that he's eating up half of the floor space of your entire home. If he doesn’t get up, you won't be able to take two steps without accidentally stepping on him.

Shaking your head in disbelief at the ridiculousness of the situation, you hunch down on your knees beside him.

There's hesitation etched in those otherworldly crimson eyes as you come near. But as much as he's scowling at you, baring his fangs and trying to look scary, there isn't much he can do from the floor.

"Let me help you," you insist, "let's get you in bed until it wears off. I can't have you passed out on my floor like this."

He takes your outstretched hand, and you pull backwards, trying to bring him up with you. Between the two of you, you manage to get him on his feet again. Barely. 

Whoa.

You crane your head up, up, up til you meet his eyes. Yup, the man is still huge. Must be damn near 7 feet tall and heavy, and you quickly realize there's not much you can do but try to steer so that he falls in the direction of your bed.

Somehow you manage to shepherd him in the right direction, until his knees hit the edges of your bed. He lands with a dramatic thud and you hear your bed frame groan in protest. 

“Do you need anything?” you ask, but he doesn’t answer you. His broad arm drapes over his eyes, blocking you out. 

You sigh, turning on your heels to clean up the mess of coffee cake and broken plates off your floor.

You barely manage to finish sweeping up the floor before you hear soft snoring filling your home.

Knock-off Spiderman is sound asleep, his large shape curled up on your mattress, entirely still.

You settle yourself back at the dining table, eating the leftover coffee cake as you pull up a book on your phone and wait for him to wake.

This was not how you had imagined your first extended interaction would turn out.

Honestly, you can't make sense of any of your interactions with him. How he's constantly avoiding you, yet can't seem to stay away and routinely checks in on you.

How he acts overly familiar in one instance and excessively rude and put off by you the next.

Maybe you remind him of someone else... Maybe even an ex? It feels weird to speculate, but it would explain a lot of things. His belligerent attitude towards you. The way he looks at you with eyes full of resentment, even as he's saving you from certain death. That look in his eyes like he knows you, even though you've never met him.

It doesn't explain how he knows your name though.

From the bed, you can hear him stir, shifting against the mattress with a quiet groan muffled into your pillow. He's softly murmuring something that you can't quite make out, and then he turns in his sleep again, making a pained noise that makes worry squeeze tight in your chest.

Maybe letting him sleep it off wasn't the brightest idea you've had. You probably should've called for the ambulance as soon as he showed physical signs of distress.

You're not a biologist. You don't know how a hybrid spider-human’s physiology works.

What if he's not just drunk? Whoever heard of coffee making someone drunk! And how could it affect him so quickly? There was barely a minute between him stuffing his face and falling all over the place. Some quick, panicked googling confirms that coffee makes spiders a kind of drunk, but it doesn’t say if it’s outright toxic to them.

Oh fuck, what if he's dying!? Oh god, what if a superhero dies in your bed? How will you explain this to your landlord? Or the police! “I fed him coffee cake, and it killed him, officer.” Right, that’s going to go over like a lead balloon! It’ll probably look like you poisoned him. TMZ will be swarming the place. You'll be classified as a supervillain.

Setting down the book, you make your way over to sit on the edge of your bed. You lean over his sleeping form and peer down at him, checking for any signs of physical distress.

That red flush from earlier is still riding high on his cheeks, looking like the beginnings of a fever. You reach out your hand to rest it on his forehead to check his temperature.

Warm.

He stirs at the touch, turning his face and practically nuzzles into your palm. It’s almost endearing as he buries his sharp nose into your wrist.

You hold your breath, worried that exhaling would be loud enough to wake him as you gaze down on him. Up close like this, when he's not being rude, and stubborn and defensive, he's... quite attractive.

He has the kind of sculpted face that Hollywood dreams are made of, angular jaw and a prominent nose that makes him look regal. Not to mention those chiselled cheeks of his are a fucking marvel to look at. But more than that, curled up asleep in your bed, there’s a gentle softness to his features that hadn’t been noticeable when he was awake.  

Now that  he’s not frowning down at you and the line of his mouth isn’t pulled into an angry snarl, you can see that his lips are full and luscious, delicate even. His heavy brows look less intimidating now that his face has relaxed from its perpetual scowl. 

He looks... soft, somehow.

There's a spark of something heated in your veins that has you feeling flushed and warm. You have to turn your eyes, shaking your head and tutting at yourself, because you’re creeping on the drunk guy passed out on your bed, and it’s not a good look on you. 

The commotion makes him stir, his eyes blink softly open. He looks up at you, with half-lidded eyes, and it's different from how he's looked at you up until now. His gaze is still so…. soft.

"Nena," he says quietly.

Your cheeks warm at the warmth in his voice , and you gently pull your hand away from his forehead.

"Sorry, I was just checking if you were okay," you explain awkwardly as you start to back away from him, sliding your knee along the mattress to climb off the bed.

At your movement, he darts upright into a seated position and pulls you to him, clinging onto every inch of you as he buries his face to your side. 

“Don't go,” he murmurs into your neck. His voice is trembling, and you can feel the panic radiating from him as the grip he has on you tightens until it’s bruising.  

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he says, keeps repeating it. You don’t know what he’s apologizing for but the guilt and sadness in his voice tugs at something deep inside your chest. 

Nena, he said, and you realize that even though you're the one he's holding in this moment, he's not talking to you. He thinks you're someone else.

"Please don't leave me again. I-I can't–" he chokes out the words into the hollow of your throat where he's pressed his face tight into your skin. You can't help but notice the damp wetness that gathers there. "I'm trying, but I can't– I don't know how to do this without you."

The words are raw in his throat, and despite your confusion, your chest squeezes tight with a sympathetic ache at the man's obvious heartbreak.

You don't know what's going on here or who he thinks you are. The only thing you know is that you want to make him feel better. To make his hurt a little less painful. To make the consuming guilt you can hear in his voice a little bit smaller. 

"It's okay," you say. 

What the it refers to, you have no idea. But the least you can do is to give the man who has saved your life over and over, a tiny crumb of comfort.

You return his embrace, circling an arm around his shoulder, matching the tightness with which he’s holding you. Your other hand slides into his hair and he shivers at the touch, face burying deeper into your neck.

"I'll protect you,” he murmurs into your skin, “I can do better this time. Keep you safe. I promise.”

"It's okay. It’s okay. I’m already safe," you reassure him, giving him the only truth you know for sure in this moment, "You saved me."

Dedication & Credits: as always to my collaborator on this series, who helps me brainstorm, write, edit and beta-read and everything in between and over with this series. This exists because of her, and I am so grateful to her. The hours I spend shouting into her DMs and bother her on the daily since this series infected my mind. You guys don't know what I put poor @thirstworldproblemss through.

Also to @guruan who was kind enough to read through this and steer me in the right way with the spanish, but also for giving me porn that has kept my brain buzzing for days!!!

Please follow both of these insanely lovely, kind and talented people.

Author's note: the Spanish in this chapter has been left untranslated on purpose, so that it's left ambiguous whether reader speak/understand Spanish. The idea is that if you as a reader understand it, then so does the reader, and vice versa 🥰

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got to the episode where Paris Hilton beats the shit out of Dean Winchester today lads............ ngl that was pretty girlboss of her

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Hi hi hi I’m such a huge fan of your work and seeing you on tumblr now has me kicking my lil feets in excitement aaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Maam, you’re too kind!!! Thank you smmmmm 💕

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Nancy Drew 2x10

Thoughts While Watching

Spoiler Alert!!

YO- THE- WHAT IS THAT-

Pls the Ryan puns, I can’t even lmaooo. Wholesome Nancy? PLEASE LMAOOOOO OK OK THIS GIRL IS MAKING ME LAUGH. oh no- the straw: SHE KNOWS. ms reporter is gonna DNA test nancy.

Is aces contact info for his bro “long lost brother”? GEORGE IS A RENTAL CAR? Pls. George has abs- I think I have a crush ngl. Bess knows- ODETTE IS CRUSHING ON BESS. Nick and Bess are about to be sister wives no cap.

Apparently he is Tamura, not Tamara... I’ve been calling him the second this whole time- was no one gonna tell me?! Oh enemies to lovers 250k words I see how it is. JOKING, JOKING. We don’t ship nancy and tamura.

“I thought I smelled bacon” OH PERIOD GIL. Sass king, I love. Oh Nancy getting all up in his space is something else. Good to see that Gil is rockin with ghosts, as he should.

“Typical waitress occurrence” okay, Tamura is kind of growing on me. He’s a little funny. “Whatever do you mean, another?” Ace stop trying to lie please. HOW OLD IS TAMURA- oh he’s like a history guy... I really just thought he was like an eternal being for a sec. “the supernatural detective and the basic one”

OMG BESS IS FALLING FOR ODETTE IN GEORGE’s BODY. and nick is seeing a contractor. (Awkward thumbs up). I STILL THINK GRANT IS A MURDERER. pls Nancy’s lil cheesey smile is so cute and funny.

Ryan coming off all smoldery, okay Riley smith. Own that swag.

Bess falling over made me laugh. Odette coming thru with the skating skill. Odess? Bessdette?? I love. Ace’s brother??? ALCOHOL- ODETTE. ACE HELP A GIRL OUT HERE!!!?

Tamura got left at the alter. NO WAY I WAS RIGHT LMAO sorry Tamura lol I know you got left at the alter or whatever but I like being right. PLS HES SO SARCASTIC ABOUT THE DRESS THEORY NO- AHAHA HES KILLING ME. (poor word choice but the point stands).

OH NO I SAW THIS NICK CLIP ON THE IG- IF THIS BITCH LIGHTS MY MAN ON FIRE I STG. NAH NAH NAH HES STUCK IN THERE. WITH A MURDERER.

OH M G. I SAW GAY SO I SAID GAY. THEYRE IN LOVE. ODETTE AND BESS IS SO CUTE. I love the French accent too.

OH NO NICK- DON’T GET LIT ON FIRE MAN, YEAH DUH THE DOOR IS WELDED SHUT- OH THEY BUSTED THAT DOWN LIKE NOTHING. Fire extinguisher fight.

SALT AND BURN, HOES. WHY WOULD YOU BREATHE IN THE SMOKE WTF

My girl nancy just fainted omg. I’m cackling at the prospect of what’s about to happen. BESS AND GEORGE GOT ARRESTED- GEORGES HAIR. what’s going on rn. “My face isn’t working yet” MOOD.

IM CACKLING OMFG TAMURA SLOW MO- pack it up property brother number three. “Were you just waking in slow motion” MY GIRL IS STRUGGLING. she’s trying so hard. GIL TOO- OKAY BUT GIL IS HOT- “so smoldery” YES MAAM HE IS. GOOD TASTE GIRL. She’s petting him? “No seriously get me away from them” the way she said that is sending me- she’s so freaked.

FANSON RIGHTS!! NANCY NOOOO. NO NANCY. STOP PETTING GEORGE’s BOYFRIEND PLEASE NANCY. THE HAIR- THE HAIR. I don’t blame her not gonna lie, I would also want to touch his hair. “I’ll kill Annette” MAAM JEALOUS MUCH OMFG. “Your palms are really sweaty” ACE STOP OMFG. Wow sis snapped there omg.

They locked her... in the freezer.

He FOUND the brother- ACE HARDY ACE HARDY ACE HARDY PLEASE. Ace half Hardy? Okay we’ve paused the show so I can do some math: so Ace’s dad was the Marshall for mom 1 and father to brother. And also father to ace but different mother. Okay we got it. Bess and Ace are such a cute friendship.

Aw FANSON YAY. “We’re gonna work on it okay? And we’re gonna get better at it.” PLEASE SOMEONE TALK TO ME LIKE THAT OMG. o nancy ruined the moment.

“She’s okay. Just a lil boy crazy” RYAN IS SO CONFUSED OMG.

Nancy having a breakdown in the freezer is a mood. Is she about to stab someone- NO SHES BREAKING OUT OF THE FREEZER. THEYRE ALL THERE OH NO. why’d she go over the railing like that I’m laughing so hard- SHE JUST BODY SLAMMED GEORGE OMFG IM SCREAMING LMAO

OH GOD THEY CAN HEAR GEORGE AND NANCY FIGHTING FROM THE FRONT- i love the absolute dragging that’s going on here, honestly vibes. it’s like they’re feeding a child.

The girls are fighting (Tamura and Gil) NICK JUST KICKED THEM OUT.

I thought she was gonna escape lmao. WHY DOES SHE RUN LIKE THAT OMG AHAHHAHA. oh no Tamura is... they’re gonna kiss Rn I’m gonna barf ew. STOP MOVING SO SLOW JUST GET IT OVER WITH SO I CAN LOOK AWAY PLS. oh nvm she’s good now. She just dipped and Tamura is like: what now

LOVE THIS GIRL TALK OMG. YES PLS NANCY. Did George just emoji? AW GIRL HUG. I love the friend moment here, pls the sleuth sisters are the CUTEST trio.

HIS BROTHER IS IN TOWN? PETTY BESS I LOVE HER.

aw poor Tamura... oh no omg I actually feel bad for him now :( aw besties!!! Teamwork moment here, I love. HE TOTALLY HAS A CRUSH ON NANCY AND IDK HOW TO FEEL 😭

WHAT OMG DID ACES DAD GET KIDNAPPED? That might just be an old photo I’m kinda dumb ngl

NANCY CHOSE GIL? ARE THEY ABOUT TO KISS RIGHT- yup they just kissed.

RYAN IS SMILING WHEN HES TEXTING HER OH NO. HES GONNA GET HIS HEART BROKEN 😭

DAMN IT VAL. NO NEED TO OUT NANCY AS THE GRANDCHILD, HOLY CRAP.

Okay, so the episode is over, but I KNEW one of them was gonna fall in love with a ghost. KNEW IT! But on the down low, Bess and Odette are cute.

Sister:

Literal GASP at Ryan’s photo shoot. Like sat up like she rose from the dead and gasped SO LOUD- Yeah we’re both Riley smith groupies, what about it.

(When they locked nancy in the freezer) “I gotta ask. Is the meat hook still in there?”

Here are some more (ignore the contact image please lmao the vibe in my phone is random pics of my friends/family):

So the only explanation you really need is she LOVES Riley Smith, and is definitely crushing on Ryan lmao. She literally GASPED so loud at model Ryan.

And she’s not a huge fan of Tamura x Nancy. Tbh idk how I feel yet.

[hells-angel]

Fan-girl

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 

Warning/s: ---

Summary: The reader is a fan of Captain America so Bucky brought her along to meet Steve.

a/n: if there's some wrong grammar or spelling, I'm sorry. I'm editing it on my phone so it's kinda hard to notice.

“I still can’t believe you’re friends with Captain America” you mumbled beside Bucky as both of you rode the elevator up the Avengers tower.

“best friends” he corrected earning a chuckle from you.

"hey wait a minute" you called out towards Bucky before he can step off the elevator.

"what?"

"your Tie is a mess" you giggled as you fix his the before stepping out if the elevator followed by Bucky.

As usual, Tony had hosed another of his biggest parties after a successful mission, you're not an Avenger nor an agent of shield, rather you work for Stark as one of his assistant and that's how you and Bucky met.

He needed some repairs but Tony was busy woring on his army of iron suits, plus Tony was still not quite comfortable with Bucky after the Civil War between him and Steve.

befriending Bucky was easy, he was already a sweetheart but him opening up was the challenge, so while you help Bucky adjust into the modern world, he would share stories of his missions from time to time, and it helps that his friends with Captain America, to you Steve Rogers was a hero, your role model.

It was kinda funny how you almost met all the Avengers but never the infamous Captain America, it's just that every time you were on the tower, Steve would be on a mission or when Steve would visit the tower you're away on another country or something.

So when your eyes landed on his big built among the large crowd, sticking out like a huge thumb on a hay, you can't help but fan girl.

“it’s freaking Captain America” you breath in admiration as you unconsciously hit Bucky on the arm.

He shake his head at your astonishment and gently ushered you towards the said man.

“Steve” Bucky greeted a wide grin on his face while you stay beside him, admiring the Avenger, you heard so much about in front of you.

“how you doing Buck?” Steve greeted back as he pat him on the arm.

“good” 

“I see you brought some company” Steve said as his eyes landed on you, snapping you back to reality. You furiously wipe your palm on your dress before offering it to him.

“hi, I’m Y/n, I’m such a huge fan. I mean ever since I was a kid, instead of fairy tales my grand parents told me stories about you. it’s such an honor to finally meet you”

Despite spewing off stories after stories, Steve smiled sweetly at you and shook your extended hands “the pleasure's mine, maam” 

You swore you were ready to die, you had always admired Captain America and seeing him in person and officially greeting him was on another level of achievement in life.

You turned to Bucky and smiled so brightly at him, your mouth agape as you showed him your hand that Captain America had touch. Bucky swore your eyes had shine the brightest right now.

"is it alright if I asked for your autograph?"

"sure"

You once again turn to face Buck, a look if disbeleif on your face as if you can't believe if what's happening is real or not, Bucky just watched you amusely.

"I have a ton of stuff you need signing"

You were ready to fan-girl once again but someone had called you from another group of crowd. You internally sigh but still smiled outside.

“excuse me for a minute”  you excused yourself, flashing a smile towards Steve but a bigger smile towards Bucky.

“his such a gentleman” you whispered to Bucky before walking away.

“I slightly regret introducing her to you” Bucky joked as soon as you were an ear shot away, his eyes never leaving your form, while you converse to Tony's associates.

“protective already?” Steve grinned watching his friend get love struck over you.

Bucky trained his eyes at you for a minute, making sure you'll be fine before finally glancing back at Steve who was grinning from ear to ear.

“she’s not someone you let go“ Bucky fondly muttered, causing Steve to genuinely smile at his friend. He knew how much Bucky had suffered and it was nice to see his best friend finally have the happiness he deserve.

“I’m happy for you Bucky”

“its too early to celebrate, have to get the girl first, right” Bucky said placing a hand at Steve's shoulder before making his way towards you.

"go for it, buddy"

[seijorhi]

asks :)

so this is now a thing because i’m terrible at staying on top of them

have a bunch of answers below the cut

I've never even seen Haikyuu. I found your writing first, It hits all my kinks, and I have booked a weekend off work this week specifically to spend it watching the anime! So thanks for a new obsession!!

Funny story, I was exactly the same - I stumbled on some amazing Haikyuu fics and kinda got interested and decided to give the anime a shot even though I’ve never really been a sports anime fan and... well, here we are. 

But just so you’re aware 99.9% of the characters are actual sweethearts and not at all like how I write them haha. I hope you like it though! It’s a weirdly addictive show I never thought I’d care so much about a bunch of volleyball nerds haha

holy shit holy shit outrunning fate is so good??? your writing is magic??? thank you for blessing us with it oh my God

Hi i love you, thank you for being so sweet??

Suga AND daichi?? BARK BARK WOOF GRRRR 🥴

Suga and Daichi could literally wreck me any day of the week, I am such a fucking whore for them. But really, thank the big brain anon who requested it!

that goshiki anon 😳 it got me thinking.........tsutomu would defo have a praise link of somekind; him hearing his partner goad him on during sex would just get him WILD

I’m not sure if this comes across in my fics or not, but I am a huge slut for praise kink and you are so right, anon! Goshiki just wants you to tell him how good he’s making you feel, how much you love his cock driving into your tight, warm pussy (and it’s really better for everyone involved if you do) 😌

MAAM !! Oikawa with breeding kink got me WEAK. I totally saw an art of timeskip him, iwa + matsuhana in black suits looking like the daddies that they are JUST BEFORE I read it and your writing definitely is the beautiful cherry on top for my aoba johsai missing hours. That closing like is just superb, ma'am. SIMP

I think I know which art you’re talking about and I 1000% agree that shit is HOT. I was not expecting to love them as much as I do, but here we are

also I have some de-fucking-licious third year requests sitting in my inbox I can’t wait to write for y’all!

You write so so good!! The way you write yan!Aizawa and yan!Kuroo, ughh! Pure perfection ❤️ I'm a simp for these two. I just can't. So so good 😭 Okay imma leave now

Wait no anon come back!! asdfghjkl they’re two of my faves and I adore them, so thank you, bby!!

omg did i just wake up to breeding kink oikawa? i wonder, are yanderes nice to their babies? i mean ofc they’re their child, but isnt there some part of them thats bitter towards their offspring bc they take their darling’s attention away from them?

It really depends on the individual character I think. Some would see your kid as the perfect physical representation of your love together and would dote on and spoil the fuck out of their kids. Others would use the kid purely as a means of a) keeping you bound to them and b) for lack of a better word - leverage, and some would find they liked the idea of a kid more than the actual child itself. They want to love and adore it as much as they do you, but it’s always crying and taking up so much of your time

um youre highkey one of my fave yandere writers mwah thank you for your works, pls rmb to drink some water today ily 💕💕💕

Hi anon, i love you, you’re a gem. Please take care of yourself too, bby!

in the bully! oikawa fic, what would happen if iwa fell for oikawa’s darling? since yk, theyre both strong ass personalities

So I’ve touched on it a little bit here and here but I think it’s a tough one. It really depends on Oikawa and whether he’s willing to outright share. Because I think he’d have no issues leaving you with Iwa when he can’t be around for whatever reason because he knows that on some level, Iwa cares for you (and is willing to excuse all the giant red flags) and will stop you from doing anything stupid. He’d try and temper Oikawa, to a degree, but I also think his own impulses would let him be easily swayed by the setter - at least where you’re concerned.

He’s not the type to try and take you for himself - that’s not his style - but growing a bit bolder when Oikawa’s not around (and sometimes when he is) the lines between friend - or in this case, semi protector/captor - and something more gets blurry pretty quickly. And it’s not like you’re gonna fight back.

And maybe Oikawa likes seeing you at his best friend’s mercy a little too much.

[mrshenrycavill23]

A Dream To Remember✨

#1 Destiny

“This is the view I’d die for” I said as I saw the beautiful beach that I could see when I opened my window. I had been to Antalya before but this time it hit different. I was a teenager back then, and so much had changed over the years. I got a full time job in a reputable firm, moved out of my city, and spent 5 years in Zurich working for the firm I had always wanted to. But I was always alone, mainly because of my brutal experiences with love and relationships in late teens and early twenties.

And also because I never really found someone that would make my heart melt, I always partly blame my fangirl period for that when I used to be a social media ‘stan’ for Henry Cavill, now that I think of it, never really found anyone like him and now I’m just void of it all. I’m used to living alone now. I really was never into flings. My only focus is my career, and travelling.

“Can you stop staring out of your window (y/n)? We didn’t come here to stay in the hotel!! We should be out there enjoying the views and turkish food!! Get ready, we’re leaving in 5 mins!” shouted Zara, accompanied by Sierra who were my friends and colleagues from Zurich, and my only companions for the trip.

Antalya has its own magic. Beautiful beaches, waterfalls, and oh the food! Food is to die for. It was just our second day, and because I was more into food than shopping, we chose one of the most expensive restaurants in all of Antalya , and decided to go there. It was the closest restaurant to the beach. We went inside and oh the aroma! The people were the elite class of Turkish society, the clatter of knives and spoons and fine dining. We three were dressed pretty casually, I was wearing a simple dress which looked quite the black sheep in the restaurant, but fortunately people were so busy in their conversations that no one noticed our ‘tourist’ kind of clothing. We quickly settled at a corner table, and were given menus by the waiters. While Zara and Sierra were having difficulty reading names of Turkish cuisines, I was looking around the fine interior of the restaurant. Just as I was about to lower down my gaze I saw something. I was startled. I felt like my heartbeat stopped. I could not process what I saw, or specifically, who I saw.

An incredibly handsome man, all muscular, wearing a cap and a fitted t-shirt with jeans, sitting alone at a table just behind ours. He was looking down at the menu card, and I again caught a quick glance at him to reassure myself if he was who I thought he is. Yes, it was Henry Cavill. The Henry Cavill.

Henry Cavill, who after recently completing the critically acclaimed and much loved The Witcher Netflix series and after doing three films of the worldwide famous James Bond series, was on a break. For more than a year, he was out of the spotlight for reasons unknown. All of these thoughts, all of those times when I used to fangirl over him on Twitter and other platforms, all the times I had always wished to see him went through my mind. But now I was a changed person, my life was no longer the same, and here I was feeling so strongly for this man. Zara suddenly looked at me and said, “Hey, are you ok? Your face is all red and you’re sweating. What’s wrong?” I didn’t know what to say, both of them weren’t much aware of Hollywood actors. So I said, “It’s... it’s Henry.. it’s Henry Cavill.. right behind our table” They looked at his table and Sierra instantly recognised him, “Oh he’s the new Bond, my sister loves this guy! Let’s go ask for a picture” I nervously replied, “NO, wait, maybe he doesn’t want any fans near him, i mean he’s sitting alone..”

“Oh come on, a picture won’t hurt, get up let’s go” said Sierra.

I tried to calm myself thinking it’s just a picture, and I can gather the courage to ask him for that without freaking out, I’m a 26 year old independent woman for God’s sake it’s not a big deal! So Sierra and I went to his table, and she instantly said “Hey! Henry Cavill?” He looked up, oh God his ocean eyes, I could not look directly at him but when I did I lost all my focus, but quickly tried to be composed again. “My sister is a huge fan of yours, can I take a picture with you Mr Bond?” Sierra said while smiling. He looked at her with a very heartwarming smile and said “Ofcourse, go ahead” She instantly took a selfie with him, thanked him and went straight back to our table leaving me alone.

It was just me now. Standing right beside him, while he was looking at me with his questioning eyes. “You want a picture too?” And I nervously said, “I don’t know if a picture can do justice to how much I have loved your work over the years”. He went silent for a few seconds, staring at me, and the way I responded to him. “So you’re not a new or seasonal fan? ah i see” he smiled. “Well, a picture won’t hurt, and it would act as a memory to relive this moment, so can I have one too?” I said, with a bit more confidence.

He gestured to take my phone and as I opened its camera, he himself took a selfie with me.

I thanked him, trying to keep my calm turned my back and started to walk away when he said, “Would you like to join me, if you and your friends don’t mind?” I instantly froze. I didn’t know what to say, I turned again and looked again in his deep blue eyes. Whenever I looked at him directly I felt so intimidated. I had no courage to even say anything other than “Yes, sure”. Sierra and Zara looked at me, laughed and gave a reassuring nod.

I sat down opposite him, and was smiling with nervousness and happiness. A kind of happiness I had never felt in my entire life.

“So, what do you want to eat? I’m thinking of these kebabs.” The ups and downs of my hormones had made me lose my appetite. I wasn’t hungry anymore. “Oh I’ve already eaten, one turkish coffee would be fine” I lied. He smirked and called the waiter, and ordered the food. All this time I couldn’t keep my eyes off him, his face, jawline, curls below his cap, and his fitted shirt, oh God why does he have to wear such fitted clothes. His arms. All of this was seductive, as if his voice alone wasn’t enough. “So, what is you name? And what are you doing here in Antalya?” I told him about my work trip and that I’m from Zurich. “Why are you here in Antalya of all places? You’ve been out of the spotlight for several months, so are you on a long vacation?” I fearfully asked as I knew I was getting personal.

In a very laid back and calm voice he answered, “I wanted a break. After doing my dream project, the witcher and finally getting to do Bond, I still felt incomplete. My life was being consumed by my work mostly. Half of the year I used to film for witcher and the other for Bond. I needed a break. So i went on a trip, alone. I traveled all of Europe, and Turkey is my last destination”

“So you’ve been alone all this time? If you dont mind me asking, why? For a man like you, it must be so easy to get women all around you. Why haven’t you found someone?” I knew I was getting too personal but all those early years of loving him and being obsessed with him started to hit me again. I had so many questions and such little time. I wanted to know so much but had so many restrictions.

He looked at me, with a firm face this time. He kind of looked low, and upset. I felt sorry that I had invaded his personal space. “Uh, I’m so sorry Henry. I know I asked a bit too much.” I was embarrassed when he casually put his hand over mine and reassured me saying, “Ah no (Y/N), I just didn’t know how to respond to your questions, was kind of contemplating over how to answer you. Well all of my past relationships have taught me something or the other. And some of the women I met were only interested in my wealth and status, it’s rare to find a person who actually wants to understand you. My only dream was to start a family of my own, and to do that I need to find a person who’s willing to spend her life with me as much as I’m willing to do so.”

A pause followed. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him and he couldn’t stop looking at me. It was like I was falling deeper with every second. I felt like his eyes could rip my clothes and my body, and could see my soul right through.

“Sir, maam, your order’s here” said the waiter as he interrupted our deep silence.

“Oh I’m starving!” said Henry. Which made me realise that he’s probably not nervous at all, and why would he be? I’m just a fan who is inappropriately in love with him and he probably thinks I’m just someone who can give him friendly company over this dinner.

I drank my coffee while I constantly noticed him eating his dinner, his jaw and the way he held his knife and fork, his fingers. I was way into it when I realised he’s not mine to have, I’m a nobody, and he’s a star.

He asked for the bill, and while I insisted to pay his eyes intimidated me again and he paid for both of us. We both stood up to leave, when I tried to look at my previous table, Zara and Sierra had already left. I quickly checked my phone and Zara had already messaged me that they’re gone for shopping at the nearby market and I can join them there.

While i was putting my phone back in my bag, I felt a warm breath near my ear, “Turns out your friends left you alone with me, huh?” Henry whispered, standing so close to me I could feel his scent entering my body. I realised the height difference then. I was so short standing next to his towering body, I could only reach his chest. I instantly became shy and moved a bit away, “Ah no, they left me a message, they’re at nearby market, I better get going” I dont know why I said about going when all I ever wanted was to stay. “God, please make him ask me to stay, please” I thought as I zipped my bag. “Um, would you want to go to the beach with me?” A wave of excitement flushed through me. “Right now? It’s dark.” I said.

“So what? I couldn’t go during the day as I wanted to stay away from being recognised, darn it, have to wear this cap to stay away from all the paparazzi!” Henry explained.

I smiled, “Oh I see, sure let’s go. I haven’t seen Konyalti beach at night anyway”.

We both left together and as soon as we left the restaurant, the sea shore began. He took off his shoes instantly, and started walking bare foot. “What? You’re not going to feel the sand? the moist sand, the smell of the beach. Reminds me of my childhood days in Jersey” he smiled as I looked at his feet. “You’re not going to take off your sandals?” He asked.

“Ah i dont want to get my feet dirty, we spent the entire day at the beach already!” I exclaimed. He instantly stared at me, sat on his knees, while I wasn’t able to understand what’s going on, he immediately untied my sandals and took them off my feet. “HENRY!?? oh my God, what even?” I shouted while laughing.

“What’s the point of walking on the beach with shoes on?” He remarked.

We walked along the beach. The moonlight reflected on the waves as they hit the shore. The sound of waves crashing, gave me the peace I was longing for. But maybe it wasn’t just that, it was him, his breathtaking presence, walking beside me, silently. The silence interrupted by our casual conversations about each other’s childhood, about how we wished our lives were a bit different, about the risks that we took to become what we were today in our respective fields. As we reached the end of the shoreline, the market began where Zara and Sierra had asked me to meet.

“This is the market, we’ve been passing through it since the past two days but never really got time to visit. So that’s why we had planned to go right now” I explained to Henry.

He moved closer to me and slowly moved his hand towards mine, and held it. His fingers with mine, I felt a rush of feelings inside me. It was as if my body didn’t know how to react. I was stunned. “Don’t leave, not yet. Do you.. maybe, do you want to have a drink with me? or maybe walk me back to my hotel?” Henry said.

His eyes, those mesmerising eyes. I had no right to say no. And why would I? I could die to spend more time with him.

“Um, yeah..I guess” I said, nervously.

We walked towards his hotel which was just five minutes away from the beach. He was holding my hand all along, and I did not and could not ruin this moment. I simply wanted to lose control, when the insecurities inside me kept telling me that I wasn’t worth any of his affection, I still wanted to lose my senses.

We went inside his hotel, the receptionist welcomed him, and we both straight went to his room. His room was a deluxe suite, felt like a room of a Mediterranean Palace. It smelled of his scent, that strong seductive scent which felt like it could rip right through my clothes and caress my soul. He let go of my hand as soon we entered his room.

“So this is where I’ve been living since the past two weeks.” Henry said, as he locked the door.

“Wow, two weeks here? We barely have four days left of our trip here” He stopped and gave me a worried look.

I was looking at his clothes all piled up on a sofa chair where I was about to make my place to sit, when Henry came from behind and strongly held my hand, turned my face towards him and pushed me against the wall. “Henry..?” I said as a whisper.

He said, “ Shh, four more days only?” He said as he moved his face closer to mine. I was almost shivering. He pushed himself against me, gently, as he slowly moved his hand and touched my face. He stared directly into my eyes, and I let myself lose control.

He slowly kissed me, as his lips unfolded mine. His tongue touched mine. It was like fire. It was like fire raging through my entire body. He was so passionate, so gentle yet so intimidating.

I could feel him getting hard. I was wet just by him kissing me.

He slowly untied my dress, while I ripped off his shirt. I couldn’t control myself any longer. I had saved myself for someone special all of my life, and this was it. This was like a dream come true. He picked me up, and gently pushed me on the bed, everything was happening like house on fire. His body, so heavy and dominating, over mine felt like I was being caressed and touched through every part of my existence. He now moved his lips from my lips towards my neck. I moaned and scratched his back, while I wrapped my legs around him, I couldn’t resist any longer. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to take me.

He instantly went straight down as he undid my lingerie. I felt invaded, but this was invited invasion. I ran my fingers through his beautiful curly hair as he indulged his face down. His tongue worked like an artist’s paintbrush on a painting. Everytime his tongue touched my clit, I’d moan louder and he’d put his hand over my mouth. He suddenly pushed his tongue inside me, when he realised it. He kissed my belly, and then sucked my nipples for so long there was spit all over my breasts. There was a wine bottle beside the bed, he looked over grabbed it and poured wine over me. I moaned louder while I was barely in my senses, when he pushed himself over me and whispered in my ears “You sure you want this? You want me to take it?” I could not have explained to him how much I wanted this, how much I wanted him to fuck me hard. “Fuck me, Henry. Please” I said. I could feel his temperature as he rubbed his dick down on me. I could feel the thickness, the veins, the touch. He was most certainly a giver.

“I wont let it hurt you, (y/n)” He kissed me hard as he slowly pushed it inside me. It hurt me but the sensations overtook me. I couldn’t feel any pain. It felt like I was not in my senses anymore.

His heavy muscular body over me, as he grinded deeper, he moaned. It was at that moment when I came hard. I could not resist his moans. He was noisy, and the moans made me weak, my legs shivered, and he kept fucking me hard. I whispered “I am coming, baby” He moaned, and fucked deeper, as he let himself lose on me, he came while he kissed me, I felt every bit of him coming inside me. It made me come even more. We were both wet and sweating. As we finished, he pushed his eyes over my neck while I ran my fingers through his curls.

It was unusual. It felt like he had been resisting something for so long and as if he’s finally free. He kissed my forehead, and then again he pushed his face below my neck, as if trying to hide from the world. I hugged him tightly as I took the quilt at the side of the bed and covered us both. We were together, our bodies tangled with each other’s, and we were hidden. Hidden from the world. We slept, and slept for so long and neither of us had kept of track of time.

I woke up as sun’s rays ripped inside through the window and pushed away curtains. I woke up and look at Henry. He was truly created by God when He had decided to pour in all the beauty and perfection. His eyelashes, his beautiful face, his curls on his forehead, I felt so blessed. To wake up next to him, and not just next to him, he was in the exact position he slept in. His head on my chest. I kissed his forehead, and ran my fingers through his curls. He opened his eyes, still sleepy. “(Y/N) ? You didn’t leave?” He asked me.

“I’d never leave you, Henry.” I said. Not knowing if what I said is appropriate or not.

“Wait what time is it!?” I asked as I tried to find my phone, which was on the side of our bed. 23 missed calls and messages from Zara and Sierra. I forgot to tell them that I won’t be coming to the market. Damn it.

“What happened? Is everything okay?” Henry asked, as he sat up on the bed, trying to find something to wear. “I forgot to inform my friends last night, they must be so worried” I said in a confusing tone. As I was still on a sex hungover state of mind.

I got up and changed while he did the same.

“You must be hungry, dont say no!?” He said.

I was worried about my friends. I had to talk to them and explain everything. “But Henry, I have to go now, I have to tell them where I was” I worriedly said.

“I’ll go with you” he said, with his signature smirk and that eyebrow lift.

We both left the hotel, took a cab and asked the driver to take us to my hotel. Meanwhile I called my friends and said I was with Henry and we went to watch a movie and kind of spent the night walking on the beach to see the sunrise and now I was going to for shopping alone. I knew it was a lame excuse but I had no other scenario to tell them. Henry asked the cab driver to stop. “What? Why here?” I asked, confused.

“Now that you’ve lied to your friends already, why not have breakfast with me atleast?” He said innocently. I was amused and I smiled.

This guy, who’s literally loved by millions of people around the world, is right here with me, there’s nothing in the world that can actually be more important to me than spending as much time with him as I can. But was I really worth it all? My insecurities started to kick again, as he suddenly held my hand. I wonder how he realises the correct moment to hold my hand. As if he has known me all along and when I need reassurance. His eyes looked beautiful, as usual, but in the daylight I could notice the colour of his eyes. One different as the other, it’s like God wanted to be more creative with colours.

Part 2 - Tangled ✨

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the california road trip || wren and chanel

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: california road trip // summer before senior year.

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: wren x chanel.

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒: ed mention

𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒: wren and chanel take their long awaited road trip out to california to meet his old friends from before the move.

Waking up early, with his bags already packed, Wren loaded up the back seat of the truck with his luggage. He pulled the car into Chanel's driveway and knocked on her door. When the door opened, Wren was almost expecting a frazzled Chanel who wasn't ready to go and still had a lot to pack, but instead there she was with a huge smile on her face and so very many bags. "You know it's only a few days right?" he teased, happy that she was so excited to be visiting California with him. Wren put his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, "You're just lucky you've got a very handsome and strong boyfriend to carry these for you" he said as he squeezed her right. Wren picked up her bags and started carrying them to the truck, fitting everything into the back. It took a few trips, but god was she worth it.

Chanel had spent the last few days buying new outfits just for this trip. She was so excited to finally go to California and see all of Wren's friends. Last time they were here to visit him, she was... a little busy to say the least. But she was more than ready to spend some alone time with her boyfriend, even if her father knew nothing about this trip. Chanel had no issue with doing something behind his back though. Once she heard the knock on the door, she skipped over to the front door and opened it with a beaming smile on her face. "Yeah, but I have to pack bathing suits and I can't just pack one. Then I have cut cover ups for them, and an outfit for any occasion." she explained as she patted the suitcases. She knew she overpacked, but that was normal for her. Chanel wrapped her arms around Wren and smiled as he kissed her head, "And I am sooo grateful for that. I can watch you flex your arm muscles. It's a win win!" she told him as she helped carry her bags to his car. "So do your friends know we're coming or are you surprising them?"

There were so many people that he was excited to see, and they all knew he was coming, "I couldn't help but tell them" said Wren, "They still think you don't exist though, so be prepared for a lot of questions. If you answer wrong, they will assume you're a paid actress who can't keep up with her character background" he teased. Taking Chanel back to California with him was a huge step, and this was the most uninterrupted time they had ever spent together. Once her bags were in the car, the sun started to rise. "But we have a lot of time before we see anyone, and many a hotel room" said the boy, as he bit his lower lip a little. Him and Chanel were definitely not in a rut, but they were very comfortable with their routines and what made them happy. It was a nice kind of stability, especially with Wren's recovery. Chanel made things normal, and she was always taking care of him. Wren scooped her up and put her on the hood of his truck and gave her a soft kiss, "I'm just making up for all the time we won't be able to do that in the car, and no funny business Miss Chanel Hampton, at least not while I'm driving" he taunted.

Chanel rolled her eyes and laughed once Wren mentioned that his friends thought she didn't exist. It was quite hard for Chanel to believe that, Wren wouldn't need to fake a girlfriend. He's Wren, he could have anyone he wanted. "I'm fine with a lot of questions. That just means a lot of attention for me, and I'm am a fan of that." she stated proudly. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't anticipating being in the hotel room alone with her boyfriend. That part of their relationship constantly continued to improve. Sure he wasn't the most experienced person when they first got together, but that was completely different now and she couldn't think of being with anyone else, which was new for her. Chanel leaned back on the hood of the car and kissed him back softly, biting the bottom of his lip gently. "Funny business? While you're driving? Oh my god, I would never! It's not like I was already thinking of that, psh crazy." she said, holding in her laugh. "But I promise I won't do anything! I know I'm good at what I do, I don't want to risk our safety cause you can't focus on the road."

Wren laughed, "Maam, knowing what you can do. I would crash the car" he said as he took her hand and walked her to the passenger side of the car. Opening the door for her and helping her in, he shut it behind her and jogged over to the driver's side and got in. Wren turned on a patented Stevie playlist made for him and Chanel and he started driving. "Sooooo, now that I have you all alone do you want to share your deepest darkest secrets?" Wren teased as they pulled out of the culdesac. Obviously that was not going to happen right now, the sun was still rising, and he was worried she might still need some sleep. They needed an early start if they were going to drive all day. Wren reached his hand over to hold hers once he pulled onto the interstate, no longer needing to make turns or anything he could have just one hand on the wheel as he put the car into cruise control.

Once Wren got into the car, Chanel put on her seat belt and made herself comfortable. "Oh, my deepest darkest secret? Hmm what could I possibly be hiding from you that you'd like to know?" she put on a face as if she were deep in thought. "Maybe you should start off so I know what I'm working with." she suggested as she wiggled her eyebrows. It was pretty early and she still was a bit tired. Part of her wanted to stay up so Wren wouldn't be awake by himself, but she knew that when he got tired, she would immediately switch positions so he could rest. Chanel gave Wren's hand a light squeeze and yawned. "I think I might rest a bit, is that okay? I could stay up a little bit for you if you'd like."

Wren felt her squeeze his hand and Wren brought her hand up to his mouth and gave it a kiss, "Sleep well, I'll keep the music down" said the boy. Once she was asleep Wren continued to drive for a while before stopping to pick out some breakfast for the two of them. He got her a fun coffee drink, and a large black coffee for him as well as some donut holes. -Time jump- When Chanel woke up Wren looked over and smiled, "Good morning Chanel" said the boy. "There is coffee in the cup holder and donuts right here" Wren said as he pulled up the bag and handed it to her. "Would you be so kind as to put one in my mouth?" he said, "There's a sticker on the bag and I couldn't get it open and I'm super hungry." He had gotten a lot better about listening to his body and paying attention when he was hungry. He felt like he was actually healthy for once.

Chanel rubbed her eyes as she woke up and turned over in the seat to look at Wren, "Morning, babe." she said with a small smile, still half asleep. It didn't take long for her to fully wake up once he mentioned coffee and donuts. She took a sip from her drink with an approving nod as she tasted it. "Oh yeah, of course!" she said cheerfully. Chanel always perked up a bit when Wren was the one to ask for food. She was still trying to find this happy medium of not coming across too pushy but not seeming like she didn't care either. Chanel only wanted the best for Wren, and things seemed pretty good when it came to him eating. She peeled off the sticker from the donut bag and grabbed two, one for him, and one for herself. "Here you go!" she held out the donut hole and placed it into his mouth. "I could start driving if you want. I didn't mean to sleep that long." she said before popping the donut hole in her mouth. She didn't get a great rest last night, but that was to be expected when she didn't sleep with her boyfriend by her side.

He loved how peppy she was whenever he asked for food, it was something in his recovery that he liked to focus on. She never pressured him to eat more, or do anything he didn't want to do ... but seeing the way she lit up whenever he asked for a bite of something was more than enough for him. Wren smiled and looked over for a second when she asked if he wanted a break, "I think another few hours will be okay before I need to switch with you. I went to bed really early last night" said the boy, thinking about how they had slept in separate beds last night. He knew she didn't sleep well without him, but knowing them they would have been so excited about the trip and riled each other up all night long. "How was your sleep last night? Miss me?" he asked, putting out his hand to hold hers again.

Chanel reached over to grab Wren's hand as she ate another donut hole. "Eh it was fine." she shrugged her shoulders. Sleeping in an empty house most of the time wasn't her favorite, but she had grown used to it at this point. "I may have." she said with a smile after he asked if she missed him. Chanel didn't bring up how much he helped with her sleeping issue too often. The whole idea of him being one of the very few things to help her sleep almost seemed silly, but there was a sense of comfort he brought that she couldn't describe. "Why? Did you miss me? Does it break your heart whenever we're apart?" she asked dramatically as she placed her hand over her chest.

Wren laughed, "Did I miss you, that's a lot of pressure" he chimed, "Of course I missed you, you drama queen." Wren rolled his eyes a little, just to be playful. "Every morning I don't wake up with you next to me, it guts me a little more" he said earnestly, with a smile on his face. He loved that he could be sweet on her, even though she already had a huge ego, he enjoyed fluffing it up. "But we do not have to worry about it all week, it's just you and me, babe" he said as he turned the music up and kept on driving. Just vibes.

Chanel had a big, proud smile on her face. She never got tired of him talking to her like this. "I do have that effect on people. I am pretty special, no one's doing it like me." she raised her shoulders as she spoke. "Just you and me." she repeated, in more of a sweeter tone. Chanel loved being around others, she thrived in those kind of settings, but being alone with Wren was special. It always was. - time jump - Once they got settled into their hotel room, Chanel gently pushed Wren onto the bed as she followed afterwards, laying on her side to look at him. "Sooo when am I going to meet them?" she asked excitedly, referring to his friends. She was curious to know the kinds fo people he was hanging out with while he lived here.

Wren was tired from the days on the road, but it was nice to know they were finally at their destination. "Are you up for tonight?" he asked, "Because I told them tomorrow, but we could surprise them." Wren wasn't sure how late they would get in, so he told them the next day to be safe. "It's whatever my beautiful and very real girlfriend wants" said the boy, turning on his side to look at her more. He put his hand on her cheek, "But we could also get room service and have a night in. I'm down for anything." Wren was nervous to see his friends, but a nervous excitedness. He just wanted for Chanel to get along with them, and he knew that she would. But he was anxious anyways.

Chanel nodded her head in response to seeing Wren's friends tonight. She seemed to have gotten along with everyone Wren was cool with ... except for one certain girl ... but that was old news, so she was excited to get to know his friends here. "I am beautiful and, contrary to popular belief, I am real. All real." she said as she poked at her boobs. She still didn't understand where that rumor came from. The jealousy. "If you're not too tired, I'm up for seeing them tonight. Do you think they'd be okay with that?"

Wren smiled, he was happy that she was so enthusiastic about meeting his friends. "Oh I know you're all real" he said as a smirk formed on his face. He gave her a quick kiss as he got up from the bed. "They'll love it, they're having a bonfire tonight anyways, so it'll be a nice thing to show up to" said the boy, "I'm going to go on a quick run and then shower, and then we can go?" he asked. He was getting better, but a big part of that was maintaining a routine that made him feel good. His biggest worry was letting loose and then overcorrecting, falling back into old habits. Wren just wanted to make sure Chanel was okay with him doing that, he didn't want to put any more pressure because he was in recovery.

Chanel smiled against Wren's lips as they kissed before sitting up on the bed. "Ooh a bonfire! I have just the outfit! See, you gotta pack for any and every occasion." she said playfully, trying to justify her overpacking. Chanel couldn't just leave her extra cute outfits at home, that would be criminal. Once Wren brought up running, she nodded her head, "Okay, then I'll go shower now while you're gone." she said, trying to keep the topic as casual as possible. Hearing him say that he wanted to run still worried her just a bit, but she knew that she needed to get over that. Going on runs was fine, she went on runs herself. She didn't want Wren to feel like he couldn't talk to her about something like that. It seemed as though everything was going great, so she needed to remind herself to trust him and not worry about every little thing.

Wren smiled when she said that she had the perfect outfit, "I can't wait to see it. I do love your outfits." He loved that she overpacked, she was the boy scout of fashion: always prepared. His ears perked up when she said she was going to shower, "A shower? With out me?" he said in his best Cody Summers impersonation. He really did want to run, but he also wanted Chanel to know that ... jokes aside, he would be thinking about her in the shower while he was running.  "I will see you when I get back" said Wren, giving her a kiss on the cheek before he headed out into the summer heat.

"Oh I know, I see you staring." Chanel winked at Wren. In her pretty little head, everyone was staring at her. Because she was Chanel Hampton, of course. She couldn't help but laugh when he impersonated Cody Summers, she instantly knew what he was going for. "Tomorrow. I promise I'll make it up to you." she said sweetly. Chanel just knew she'd take forever getting ready if they got out of the shower at the same time. She liked to take her sweet time when getting ready. "Love you!" she said with a big smile as he kissed her on the cheek. Before turning on the shower, she took a tasteful nude and sent it to Wren, because she was the gift that just kept on giving. What a generous soul. She then quickly took a shower and immediately started getting ready. Turning on some music, she put on her nice two piece set, and started doing her makeup.

-time jump- "Hey, I'm going to hop in the shower. Nice pic by the way" he said with a smile as he came up behind her and looked at them in the mirror. "Pretty girl, who is the sweaty boy behind her?" Wren teased as he gave her a kiss on the cheek, "and don't get me started, I know I reek" said the boy as he turned on the shower, got undressed and got under the water. "You're really going to ruin lives tonight" he said to the girl as he got cleaned up. "Probably going to give Austin a heart attack, and Bianca. She was my first girlfriend, you know the one that realized she was gay when she kissed me? So we continued to date until she was ready to come out" he said, recalling telling Chanel at some point.

Chanel gave confident smile in the mirror as he came back from his run, "Just a little present for you." she said before looking back between the two of them. "I don't know, he's really hot though." she played along. Any opportunity to compliment Wren, she would take it. He deserved to know how good looking he was. Chanel was finishing up her makeup and hair by the time he got out of the shower, turning over to him to show off her finished look. "That's always the goal." She pointed to her boyfriend and nodded as she remembered the story about his first girlfriend, "Oh yeah, I remember. How long did that last, you two dating?" she asked curiously with a small smile.

Wren laughed a little, "We dated probably like over three months? Long enough for an instagram anniversary" said Wren, trying to remember. It felt like so long ago. "I am sure you will succeed in giving multiple heart attacks tonight, I know my heart is going pretty fast" the boy added. He knew he was being mushy, but that was about to stop around his friends. Not that he wouldn't be attentive, but he wasn't about to be sappy in front of his old pals. They were quick to quips and ragging on people, most specifically Wren. "Rory picked out my clothes for the trip, so I'm not even sure what I have" Wren said honestly, "Do you want to pick my clothes for me?" Wren felt bad that he didn't fully get the whole fashion thing, and he definitely wanted to be on par with Chanel. Keeping up with her was always his goal.

"If only I got to see those posts, my poor little heart probably wouldn't have been able to take it." Chanel said in a dramatic tone, but it was the truth. They didn't talk to each other for years, but she knew if she saw pictures of him with a girlfriend back then, she would have freaked. She placed her hands on his shoulder and got on her toes to give him a quick kiss, "You just always know what to say." she said as she parted from the kiss, mushy Wren was one of her favorite Wrens. "Oooh yes please! I know whatever she picked out for you will be good." she clapped her hands together before looking through the clothes. As expected, Rory gave him some solid choices to choose from. One outfit in particular stood out, it wasn't too fancy but still looked nice. Plus, she knew his arms would look good in the shirt. "How about this?" she laid out the outfit on the bed.

"As you wish" said Wren, as he got himself changed into the outfit she had picked out. -time jump- The two arrived at the beach where he knew his friend's liked to frequent for their bonfires, right below Austin's house. "Hey I heard there was a party going on" said Wren as he walked hand in hand with Chanel towards his friends. Delaney was the first to squeal and run up to Wren and hug him, "WRENNNIEEE" she said excitedly, "And oh my god, she is real." "Maam we're going to need to see some ID proving that you are THE Chanel Hampton" said Austin teasingly as he pulled Wren in for a hug as well.

Chanel smiled as she saw everyone’s reaction to seeing Wren. Meeting new people never got her nervous, but she really wanted to make a good impression. She didn’t want to make Wren look bad in front of all his friends.  She laughed when they joked about her actually being real, the whole idea was pretty funny, but it made her wonder just how often Wren would talk about her. Chanel remembered constantly bringing him up to others. “The one and only.” she said with a big smile. “I’m so happy I’m finally meeting everyone, he’s always talking about you guys.” she said as she began to mentally put a name to everyone’s face. “All good things, of course!”

Austin was already a few beers deep and he put his arm around Chanel and started to walk her to the bonfire, "The real question is, what the hell is Bishop going to talk about if it isn't basketball season and Chanel is here?" he said with a laugh, "I'm Austin by the way, that's my not-girlfriend Delaney, who is most definitely my girlfriend on nights like these". Austin motioned to Delaney who let out a little wave and then flipped Austin off with a cute smile. "That is Bianca, the formidable ex of yours truly if you continue the charade that you are in fact his girlfriend. And last but not least, sweet Emily. She's been in love with Wren for years, so if she gives you dagger eyes don't take it personally" he said quietly so that Emily wouldn't hear. "What kind of lies are you telling my girlfriend?" said Wren heading back over to them as he finished hugging the girls, heading towards the warmth of the bonfire.

"Well he has told me some very interesting stories about you guys. You all seem like a fun crowd." Chanel raised her brows as she spoke. She was mainly messing with the boy, Wren usually spoke very highly of his friends here. Chanel looked over at Delaney and smiled at the girl. She just got a feeling in her gut that she'd like her. She then looked to Bianca and then at Emily. "Oh... thanks for the heads up." she said, trying to laugh it off. Chanel could be very petty, especially when it came to other girls and her boyfriend, but she knew she'd have to be extra nice to that one if she was still into Wren. She wished she didn't have to deal with someone already disliking her. "Does he know about that or...?" she asked before hearing Wren's voice. "Oh nothing, just telling me how he's been in love with you for years." she joked. "The effect you have on people." she said in a sweet tone before grabbing his hand to pull him a bit closer so she could kiss him quickly.

Austin laughed, "I assume you know he's not great with signals" said Austin quietly before Wren came up. It was true, Wren was truly awful at knowing what the right moment was. One time in the kitchen with Chanel, he almost completely missed his window to kiss her by asking permission to in the middle of an argument. "Austin, if you wanted to kiss, you should have just told me" said the boy with a laugh, "But I don't want to deal with Delaney putting up her dukes and wanting to fight". Wren kissed Chanel back, putting his hand on her lower back, and then they went to go sit by the bonfire. "You show up to a bonfire with no beer? You've lost your touch, Bishop" chided Delaney. "Oh don't be like that, everyone knows Austin is working on his beer gut. There's more than enough to go around" said Emily, making a callous comment about weight. Everyone in California was like that, it was just the culture when you grew up with moms who were always on fad diets. Wren let the comment roll off his back, no one was going to say anything about how he looked tonight. He was just here to have fun. Wren put his hand on Chanel's hip to bring her in closer next to him for comfort and Austin opened up two beers and gave one to Chanel. "Bishop, did you want one?" he joked before passing him the other one.

"It's something we both share in common." Chanel told Austin before letting out a small laugh. Was Chanel good with signals? Sure. Was Chanel good with signals from Wren? Absolutely not. They probably could have gotten together the moment he moved back into town if she wasn't so stupid. She even spent time gushing about some other guy to Wren while laying in bed with him. Peak stupidity. After sitting down near the bonfire, Chanel leaned to the side to wrap her arms around her boyfriend. She made sure not to directly look over at Wren the moment Emily made that comment, she simply acted it like didn't faze her at all. Of course people here were different compared to the ones in their small town, but it made her wonder if they ever made those comments towards Wren. As children, it boiled her blood to see other kids pick on him. She may have cut a bit of some girl's hair with a pair of safety scissors during art class once cause of it, and she was very proud of that. Chanel nodded at Austin as she grabbed the bottle and took a sip from it before looking over at Wren, "So, any crazy stories I should know about? Anything you've been hiding from me?" she asked with narrowed eyes before smiling.

"Crazy stories from Bishop?" said Bianca as she walked around the bonfire in story teller mode, "It was a dark and stormy night" she began dramatically, "actually, Bishop has only ever been the best. A cocky bastard every once in a while, but we let it slide because he's such a good ally" the girl said with a smile on her face. "You know him, constantly setting such a high bar" Austin joked, "to Bishop, and his very real girlfriend who is definitely not a paid actress!". There was a cheers of here here's from the friend group. "He was a dorky kid when he showed up, but he was just so adorable" said Bianca as she sat down next to Emily, "and then I am told he glew up, but my lesbian blindness is at it again" she joked. "I definitely knew Wren was going to be hot when we were older" said Emily, feeling confident from the beer. Noted by the fact that she was the only one not calling him Bishop. Delaney noticed and was already on top of it, "When we were younger, I thought Chanel was an imaginary friend that Bishop made up" she said to distract from the weird territorial thing going on, "But several instagram stalking nights later, I had no choice but to believe. What can I say, I'm a dreamer". "I'm surprised you two didn't get together when Wren spent the summer in Hastings" said Emily, not dropping the topic. Wren's heart was beating quickly at the mention of his summer in Hastings, the one that he hadn't spent there. Austin deflected, "I imagine Chanel was just unavailable at the time, it's all about timing. Right Del?" he said putting his arm around her. "Absolutely about timing, and Chanel you were on vacation right? That's what Bishop said" she said, giving the girl a knowing look. There was no reason to bring up where Laurie had actually been that summer.

Though Chanel would have loved to hear some story about Wren wilding out, her asking was more of a joke. She knew her Wren, he loved having a good time, but do something so crazy that he'd hide it from her? That seemed pretty rare. For the most part, he seemed like an open book, but maybe that was because she was Chanel and they pretty much told each other everything. She couldn't deny how much she loved when his confident side came out, but it was nice to know that they all viewed him as being the best. He just was. Hearing that he had high standards for his girlfriend was nice boost for her ego as well. "Wasn't he?" she asked as her eyes practically lit up, referring to him being adorable and dorky back then. "Like when you were a boy scout! What a time." she said to Wren as she booped his nose. "To be fair, you still are pretty dorky. But I love it." Once Emily spoke up, Chanel was already raising a brow. Sometimes she wore her emotions on her face, even when didn't mean to. This one's gonna be a problem. she thought to herself as she immediately took Wren's hand and played with it a bit. Her expression softened once summers got brought up. She remembered always waiting and hoping for him to show up, only to see just Rory next door. Of course now she knew why, but she wasn't expecting this to be brought up. Chanel blinked as she looked over at Delaney, "Right, yes." she nodded. "My mom would always take me on these spontaneous girl trips as a kid. It was her excuse to go on some crazy shopping spree in another country." she said, which wasn't a lie. Her mother did that pretty often, so she thought talking about that would seem the most believable. "Our timing was just always off during the summers. Thanks mom."

Wren, being a clueless idiot, had no idea why Emily was grilling them on their relationship. He thought she was just being protective, that's how she always was when he had a crush. It was just how the two of them worked, and he didn't want her to worry so he hadn't told her about what happened that summer. "Tiffany is even more unbelievable than Chanel, if I had mentioned her as a kid you guys would have genuinely thought I was making her up" said Wren letting out a hearty laugh as he gave Chanel a kiss on the cheek. "Bishop in love is so sweet, I'm almost grossed out" said Bianca as she took a sip of her beer, "Chanel, you seem amazing. You cheer right?" Bianca asked, "Because I look forward to seeing you at Nationals next year, and totally whooping your ass". The grungy girl really knew how to do a 180 and dazzle at a cheer competition, "That is if you can find her in the crowd, B lets the spirit stick be rammed up her ass and she's a totally different person" said Delaney as Bianca flipped her off.

Chanel let out a long sigh as she thought about how ridiculous her mother could be, "She really is something else." she rolled her eyes before smiling. She had such a complicated relationship with her mom. Their relationship really went south with everything Tiffany caused for the family, but Chanel could never stay mad at her for too long. She wished she could, but she loved her mom too much. It was definitely frustrating. "Yes I do. My friend I are hoping for the captain spots this upcoming season." she said proudly. Being captain had been something she didn't think of too often, but the more she thought on that possibility, the more excited she got over it. "Better than it being on the floor, we could never have that." she wagged her finger and laughed. Never put a spirit stick on the floor. "But we've won nationals two years in a row now, so I hope you could keep up." she winked at Bianca as she continued with the playful banter. She loved a good competition. "Is your basketball team good? Maybe both our teams will play against each other for those nationals too." she said as she looked at Wren. "Not to gas you up too much, even though you totally deserve it, but the team got a lot better once you joined."

"I see how it is, challenge accepted" said Bianca with a snarky smile, wiggling her eyebrows a little. Austin had to laugh, "Nope, our basketball team has sucked ever since this idiot upped and left for Hastings." Wren had to smile, it was good to know that he really did carry the team back in California, and was a big part of why the team was doing so well in Hastings. "I could be gassed up from time to time" said Wren as he stood up, "I'm gonna go stick my feet in. You guys coming?" he asked as they all got up and headed to the ocean. Wren finished his beer and put it in the recycling before going to picking up Chanel and tossing her over his shoulder. "So what do you guys think? Straight into the ocean?" he said with a laugh as he headed towards the water. "You're putting yourself in hot water, Bishop" said Bianca giggling a little.

Chanel finished her beer before standing up and heading out to the ocean with Wren. She was glad that everything was turning out so nicely. Only one of his friends had a minor issue with her, but it seemed like there was no getting out of that one. So all in all, this was a win in her book. Chanel was too busy focussing out on the water to notice her boyfriend reaching over to grab her. She was already laughing by the time he tossed her over his shoulders, "Oh my god, Laurie. Not in this cute outfit!" she said in between her laughter. "You will literally wake up with no eyebrows. I am not afraid." she warned him playfully, as if she would actually do that to him. Chanel would have no issue shaving off some eyebrows, but not Laurie's.

Austin and Delaney shared a look when Chanel called Bishop, Laurie. "Laauuuuurrieeee" they said in unison before sharing a laugh. "The forbidden nickname" said Bianca in shock, "bastard was saving it for someone special all along." Bianca let out a laugh as well. Wren put her down and put his chin on top of her head and wrapped his arms around her. Emily trailed down to the beach and was kind of secluding herself, but that's what you get for being rude. It was a fun night for them all, and there were more days to come.

[isaacathom]

i was hoping that this au would give me idea for some of the actual characters, and like, its helped with Zeke and Lyndelle a little, but i cant use almost anything from Endlyn for Gwendolen. like, ok, she’s a rule stickler??? so she doesnt like Rhia because even though Rhia is a cop (and a good one) shes also a member of a gang and assumed a false identity to get away from one of Gwendolen’s friends? its really complex. there is no way in hell Gwen was the one who accepted Elliot’s suggestion that Rhia take his place. like Gwen’s just like.... what? she’s a criminal though? and it gets kind of complicated from there but eventually its likely the other elite 4 members (and perhaps even the guy who left) eventually go ‘just fucking let her do it, Gwen. we can find a replacement later’. except of course, they dont, because Rhia earns her position and has her identity legally align (some sort of complex merger of Seren’s files and Rhia’s to make it less funky. theres some adoption papers filed in order to make shit line up. some backdating. its really messy but its essentially a favour for her cooperating with the xerophyte/exordial investigation). and because she was essentially forced to join, thats not a knock against her. so it sorta fades away. Gwen’s not a huge fan still.

but that is all ive gathered. she’s a rules stickler. big law enforcement type, even though she isn’t actually a cop. but the League are a form of like, ~government~ of sorts, so she’s not a vigilante. v important. not a vigilante fan. which also wouldnt help with her opinion of Rhia, because if you get Split end (which would be the default unless you actually like. sorta work to help them sort their shit out), Rhia goes off and goes vigilante up until the end of the postgame story with Lyndelle and Felicity. so Gwen does noooooot like a Split Rhia. so in the hypothetical sequel, where important values carry over, a split Rhia will not have made any progress within the elite 4. a reconcile Rhia, who didn’t become a vigilante, she might have. im not saying a reconcile Rhia would suddenly be the champion or anything, but maybe she just moves up in order. though that does depend on like..... whether the elite 4 has an order or its like all the new games where you can pick it. idk!

i mean theres not a lot of impact Gwendolen can specifically have. she cooperates with the International Police, helps found the new Urica police force after Exordial collapses. she could /possibly/ restrict Rhia’s progression through that new force? but thats all pooooost post game, thats in between shit, it wouldnt have any actual effect on the game. as far as Gwen being weirdly controll-y? could be something. im not sure when Gwen would show up, is the issue. perhaps she shows up in William’s town (Geelong, rmb) or in uh, Henry’s (beeeeeendigo?). admonishes the shit out of William for ignoring his towns plight but doesn’t actually do something about it herself. gives you a smile but warns you not in interfere with this sort of stuff - the police and gym leaders should be handling it. which makes Two individuals telling you not to fight Xerophyte, but for different reasons. Gwen’s not telling you this because she cares about you as a person, she’s telling you because she doesn’t want you to become a criminal, because she dislike criminals. no vigilantism, please. i bet she shows up after the raid where you arrest Samson and she’s like ‘what the fuck did i say?’ and then Dante shows up and go ‘maam, please calm down. they were attempting to rescue a friends pokemon, and were reinforced by the Exordial Police Force. I’ve also been informed that the CEO of Exordial, my wife Felicity, has specifically endorsed this individual. This is no more an act of vigilantism as you yourself coming to police their behaviour. :)’ and Gwens just like -.- fine. Gwen doesn’t like you either. god, if she finds out you ended up locked up trying to track down Xerophyte in the east town, she’d kick your ass. or shed say ‘thats what you get for trying to be the hero’.

which is a similar sort of vibe to Rhia, except that Rhia wants to protect you. Both Gwen and Rhia see you being hurt through ‘vigilantism’ as an inevitablity. But while Rhia explicitly wants to protect you from it, even if that means she has to hurt you to make that point clear (its a little contradictory and in her defence she TOLD them not to hurt you), Gwen isn’t going to stop you and will actively punish you on top of that. so Gwen does not like you. Rhia probably does! She’ admires your pep. She pities you, mostly, for getting tangled in Elliot’s bullshit.

and both of them have to give up, on some level. Rhia has to accept that you can hold your own, and allows you to make the conscious choice to proceed up the tower to fight Felicity and Dante. Gwen has to accept that the police force has been corrupted, and sends you and Elliot to track down Dante, because clearly this shits gotten fucked and she has to actually step in. but she does specifically require that you go with Elliot and do what he says. because at LEAST Elliot is was an E4 member once (8 years ago) so theres /some/ semblance of authority, rather than a god damn vigilante child. wild.

theyre similar on some things but completely contradictory on others. Rhia doesn’t want you to trust Elliot at all. Gwen wants you to completely trust Elliot. wild.